#when i tell you i lost my shit when i first saw this stage in real time back in 2020

[cosmicdreamgrl]

𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘬 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴: (102/?)

[deadsetobsessions]

Edit: thank you @tetranationaltortoise for pointing out that the Red Spot is on Jupiter instead of Saturn! Fixed it! You’re not nickpicking, you’re providing very appreciated constructive criticism (and a basic fact check I should have done lol) <3

Danny, as usual, hadn’t meant to become the local cryptid. Local being extremely relative, as his locality in this instance is… space.

He just wanted to have some relaxation time. He just wanted to do some homework, chill on Mars or something, and then call it a day.

This hero business was taxing and Danny took his breaks when he could. Take that, work-life balance! Just kidding, Danny had no work-life balance. His life is a mess and he's overworked.

What was it that Superman had said in that one interview?

“Evil never sleeps."

Apparently, that also meant Danny never slept either.

“Hrk!” Danny snorted awake, looking around wildly at the vast expanse of space to see what woke him.

….

Yeah, that’ll do it.

In front of him, merrily floating through space, is the battered remains of what used to be an asteroid and a mecha that’s a weird combination of Gotham’s vigilante hero, Batman, and Metropolis’ Golden Boy, Superman.

The vibrations of the collision had shaken Danny awake.

Danny got up, baffled as hell and half asleep still. He floated to the giant Bat insignia tumbling around, inching closer as he saw the- oh hell, that’s so cool, it’s a plane!- cockpit and the passed out hero inside of it. Danny clicked his tongue, the sound swallowed by the lack of air.

He shoved the plane closer to earth, passing it to a bewildered (and both beat up and stressed out) Superman, who did a double take at the glowing green boy chucking him the Toy-maker Batplane.

Danny had waved, blinked out of visibility, and had gone back to his nap.

After phasing inside the plane and nabbing a batarang from Batman’s pouch, that is. Danny will consider it payment for the clean up service he’d unwittingly signed himself up for.

And so went the first encounter.

——

The second time he met the so called Big Leagues, Danny had just come back from fighting Dan. He wanted a break, dammit, and if staring at Saturn’s gorgeous rings and gaseous formations helped him sleep better, then that’s what’s going to happen.

Then, a similarly green glowing Green Lantern “landed” to where he was floating curled up. Danny knew about Lanterns. Their council often tried to meddle in his court.

“Hello,” the Ring projected its Lantern’s words to Danny’s head. Danny tilted his head without looking at the Lantern. “I’m John Stewart. What are you doing out here, kid?”

Danny thought this guy had a nice, soothing voice. Powerful, as Latern tended to be, but infinitely kind.

Danny decided that this one wasn’t immediately on his shit list.

“Phantom.” He said, and the Lantern asked him to repeat it as the glow of his ring enveloped the halfa.

“Phantom. Are you lost, Phantom?”

“No, just dead.”

John Stewart paused. “…Dead?”

“I’m a ghost,” Danny raised his hands and phased it through the Lantern’s arm.

“Ah,” the man said, flustered. “Right. So… you’re just…”

“Hanging out.” As he talked to the Lantern, Danny had a rather amusing idea. He rotated himself- turned- towards Jupiter and pointed to the Red Spot. “That’s actually my grave.”

John Stewart paused. “I’m sorry…?”

“My grave. Don’t disturb it. It’s rude,” Danny lied through his sharp ghost teeth. “Your council disturbed my grave the last time they stopped by and it took ages to get it back right.”

The green Lantern shield enveloping Danny flickered as John Stewart went through the five stages of grief. To be fair, the council had last visited this solar system... a couple thousand years ago, so John was no doubt rapidly doing some mental math regarding Danny's age.

“The council disturbed your grave…?”

“Not that they knew it, those pretentious weirdos.” Danny pretended to be offended, just to see the struggle on John’s face as he debated defending the council or telling a dead child their grave didn’t matter. Because Stewart was a hero, he went with the latter.

“I see. I am sorry, on their behalf.”

“Eh, whatever. Just make sure they don’t do it again. So… what can that ring do?”

——

"Hi. Could you not litter in space, please?"

Wonder Woman whirled around, sword out and pointed at Danny.

"A... child? Who are you, child?"

"I'm not a child-! You know what, it doesn't even matter. See that?" Danny waved at the pieces of shattered meteor and smashed up alien tech floating outside of the watch tower. "Littering is not cool."

"How did you get in here?"

"I'm Phantom. This is kind of my neighborhood." Danny let his mouth run, sleep deprived and exhausted. "I'm dead, that's how I got in here. Could you not litter in my backyard, please?"

He had better things to do than cleaning after full grown adult heroes.

"Oh, you are the ghost child Lantern mentioned! I see! My apologies, the clean up will be starting in a bit." Wonder Woman slid her sword back into its sheath.

"Great. Nice meeting you. I'll stick around to make sure you young whipper snappers clean up properly."

With that, Danny sunk into the floor. After a moment's deliberation, he decided to take a nap in the floor vent.

——

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Danny jolted awake once more. Ancients, like mentor, like mentee. Robin stared at him, awkwardly wriggling through the floor vents.

"I'm taking a nap here," Danny grumbled. "What are you doing in the vents?"

"Me? What are you doing in the vents? I'm allowed in here!"

"Wonder Woman knows I'm here," Danny replied. She knows... probably? "I'm Phantom."

"Robin."

"So... what are you doing?"

"Knowledge is power," Robin intoned, clearly imitating the Bat.

Danny stared.

"... You're stalking the JL?"

"Information gathering!"

"Stalking," Danny concluded, ignoring Robin's grumble. "Yeah, okay. If you need help, let me know, I guess."

"I don't need help." Robin paused, tilting his head to the side like a particularly curious bird. "Unless you're up for some pranks? Green Lantern's been getting on my nerves lately."

Danny frowned at him. "I like John Stewart."

"You've met- no, not him, the other one."

"Oh. What do I get out of it?"

Robin reached into his belt pouch and pulled out... a bag of marshmallows? How the hell did that-? Ah, right, hammerspace.

"Oh, wait, can you eat this?"

"I'm dead, not tasteless. I love marshmallows, hand it over. I'll help out."

"Deal."

——

"I swear to god, Spooky, there's something in the walls. It's even creepier than you!"

Batman grunted. He'd stop Robin if he went too far and it started affecting Lantern's abilities on the field, but as far as the Dark Knight was concerned, the Green Lantern had it coming. Robins were vindictive on a good day. If Hal hadn't learned that from Dick, then Jason's retaliation was well deserved.

"Oh, maybe it's the ghost!" Hal said, looking around with his ring glowing.

"I thought John said he was a godling?" Diana polished her sword as she looked on in amusement.

"The boy." Batman grunted. "Not human, his pointed ears and green skin is proof of that. Did J'onn say anything?"

"Not yet."

"Whatever he is, he saved Batman. He's welcome in the Tower," Superman tilted back as his hearing picked up on Robin's and Phantom's snickering.

[5sospenguinqueen]

Emotional Range Of A Teaspoon | Pierre Gasly

Summary: What right does he have to feel angry at the sight of Y/N and Charles? The answer is none. After all, she's only his best friend. Isn't she?

Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Fluff. Jealousy. One suggestive comment

No faceclaim but British reader. 2024 timeline

F1 Masterlist

Requested: Yes (sorry it's a little late)

This one actually comes with a tiny text paragraph mid-way through

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Replies to @ PierreGASLY

Charles_Leclerc c’mon mate, it’s only been two days 

→ PierreGASLY a whole lifetime 

→ ItsYN i can’t even remember what you look like 

→ Charles_Leclerc and the people say that i am the dramatic one 

AlpineF1Team think you can channel that pain into some points this weekend?

→ PierreGASLY why aren’t you taking my pain seriously 

→ AlpineF1Team do you want us to schedule you an appointment with the counsellor?

→ ItsYN i don’t think that counsellor gets paid enough to listen to him

User1 ouch, talk about friendzoned 

→ User2 no, no, they’re in the denial stage of their friends to lovers arc

Replies to @ ItsYN

PierreGASLY i can still hear your voice

→ PierreGASLY although i’m glad you’re not making me suffer through the lost boys again

→ ItsYN okay first off, you love that movie. and second, because of that, i’m telling everyone you cried watching cars 3

→ PierreGASLY traitor!

→ LiamLawson30 as any man would!

Charles_Leclerc don’t worry y/n, i’ll have movie night with you 

→ ItsYN are you going to make me watch harry potter again?

→ Charles_Leclerc yes..?

→ ItsYN @ PierreGASLY come back please 

Replies to @ Charles_Leclerc

User3 not charles tweeting this the day after the canadian gp. y/n missed the canadian gp and you can tell poor charles had to hear all about it 

ItsYN we all know i would be the soldier and pierre would be the doting housewife crying on the platform 

→ PierreGASLY and i would look radiant doing so

Max33Verstappen he wouldn’t shut up about her during the driver’s parade. i tried to walk off and he followed me!

→ PierreGASLY i was in the middle of a sentence!

→ danielricciardo mate you know it’s bad when yapstappen needs you to stop talking

ItsYN stop talking about me. you're making it sound like we're friends

→ Charles_Leclerc excuse me but you know you want to be my bestie

→ PierreGASLY you can’t have her. she’s mine. i saw her first. shotgun or whatever you monagasques say for dibs 

→ GeorgeRussell63 actually i saw her first; her brother was my teammate when we were kids so 

→ PierreGASLY and just for that, i’m unfollowing you 

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Replies to @ CHICKEN!!

User4 whoever took this photo needs to go straight to jail. not y’all making it seem like charles and y/n are a sneaky item

User5 i knew she was shady, talking about how she couldn't make it only to end up in the winning driver’s garage 

PierreGASLY oh 

→ User6 wait no, pierre, come back. look at other tweets about this please

User7 stop being a shit stirrer. he’s literally got his other arm wrapped around alex ‘cause he was guiding the two of them through a ton of fans but that’s conveniently been cropped out 

Replies to @ BRAKKEEE

User8 i can’t believe people were trying to convince us ynarles was real when it’s clearly ynex

User9 love that charles was literally only there to keep them safe from fans and after that they were like ‘you’re done babe. now we run off into the sunset’ 

User10 watching him chase after them was so funny tho because he was literally yelling “let me play too” 

Replies to @ ItsYN

User11 oh no, we’re so sorry. we were just so happy to see you 

→ User12 yeah and pierre would’ve been happy to see her as well if you hadn’t blasted her all over the internet 

→ User13 pierre didn't exactly look all that happy though. he wouldn’t stop glaring at poor charles  

→ User12 maybe because you guys made it seem like his best friend lied to him to be with charles

Thumb aimlessly swiping at the screen of his phone, Pierre scanned the tweets as they passed, making note of a cute waffle shop in Monaco that he knew Y/N would love. Nothing of note appeared to have been posted as most of the Grid were waiting to hear where Sainz had signed. Hand halting, Pierre’s eyes flickered across the screen once. Twice. And then a third time just to be sure. His last message to Y/N had gone unanswered and now there was a picture of her on Twitter, claiming to be from today. With Charles’ arm around her. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, and a derisive scoff filled his driver’s room. What happened to being unable to book the time off work, he thought bitterly to himself. Instead she was in the Paddock with a red-clad arm wrapped around her. Before he could restrain himself, he had clicked on the ‘reply’ button. A knock at the door pulled him from his downward spiral, preventing him from looking further into the comments gushing about how cute his best friend and closest F1 friend looked as a couple. 

“Pierre, time to warm up.”

“D’accord.”

He locked his phone before dumping it onto the massage table, storming out of his driver’s room, unaware that if he had scrolled down another two posts, he would’ve seen a picture of Y/N with Alexandra and a tweet from the woman herself. 

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ItsYN just posted

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ItsYN an amazing weekend in barcelona watching my best friend do his thing and achieve some well-deserved points. a huge thank you to charles and alex for helping me sneak into the paddock last-minute tagged: pierregasly, charles_leclerc and alexandrasaintmleux 

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alpinef1team our favourite things rolled into one post 

→ ItsYN mine too! 

→ User1 sis, get off the floor 

estebanocon should i be offended that you wearing my cap didn’t make the post 

→ ItsYN shh i can’t have my people thinking i have friends other than pear 

danielricciardo PIERRE GASSLLLYYYYY

→ ItsYN go thirst over him on his posts. my insta is a 310 free zone

→ danielricciardo just admit that you’re jealous of our love and move on

→ ItsYN was he publicly crying over missing YOU? i don’t think so 

→ danielricciardo that’s because i’m a better friend than you and i’ve been here the whole time

→ ItsYN blocked 

alexandrasaintmleux thank you for trusting me with the surprise! 

→ ItsYn thank you for being so wonderful and helping 🩷 (and stopping charles from throttling me)

→ charles_leclerc it’s because you wouldn’t stop saying thank you and asking me if i was “sure that it’s no bother” to help you 

→ It’sYN sorry for being considerate! 

User2 not to be that person but has anyone else noticed that pierre hasn’t commented?

→ User3 i'm getting the feeling that, despite all his online complaining, he wasn’t overly excited to see his best friend this weekend? 

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User4 not the f1wags posting her, they know the truth

→ User5 what truth. it doesn’t look they’re even friends anymore

User7 it’s the way she looks like she’s trying to explain/talk to him and he’s just yelling at her 

→ User8 i used to root for them to get together but now that he’s yelled at her :/

User9 y/n is stronger than me because if a man pointed his finger like that at me, i’d savagely bite it off 

User10 uh, who does he think he is talking to y/n l/n that way

User11 i bet it’s because he thought y/n was there for charles and got jealous 

→ User12 i’ve connected the dots

→ User13 you ain’t connected shit

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User14 idk which one i want to be more

→ User15 that’s because you want to be their third instead 

User16 i’m thirsty. anyone else thirsty

LandoNorris oh god my eyes

→ danielricciardo this is why you should stop looking at x rated things on the internet 

→ User17 what happened to your pr training?

→ Charles_Leclerc what happened to pierre’s?

User18 if only he could transfer this kind of passion onto the track 

User19 uh, the clarity of the third one?? did admin take this and then leak it online? 

→ AlpineF1Team i'm afriad that we’re finding out along with you guys but we’re not gonna pretend like we weren’t rooting for this 

ItsYN why am i trending on twitter?

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ItsYN just posted

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ItsYN my little pain au chocolat 💕

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pierregasly we talked about you calling me pastries 

→ ItsYn yes, we did. and i didn’t take into account anything you said

→ pierregasly you are very lucky you're cute

→ ItsYN it's gotten me far in life

User1 talk about a hard launch

→ User2 they weren’t really given the choice considering they were caught snogging all over barcelona last weekend

alpinef1team pierre repping the alpine colours 

→ ItsYN release your chokehold on my man

→ alpinef1team no, you release your chokehold on our man 

→ ItsYN what happened to being supportive of this?

→ alpinef1team that was before all he did was yap about you!

lilymhe babe, this isn’t you. get up and come back to me 

→ ItsYN i’m sorry but i don’t think i can come back from this 

→ lilymhe what about us, what about everything we’ve been through

→ ItsYN you know i never wanted to hurt you

→ alex_albon @ pierregasly guess i’ll be seeing you at the next karaoke marathon 

→ pierregasly only if you sing breaking free with me

→ ItsYN this is why i love you

landonorris let’s take a moment for our fallen soldier… we lost an honourable brit to a french man

→ pierregasly it’s not my fault that i have charm and you don’t 

→ danielricciardo i didn’t realise charm meant having a tantrum when she asks your friend for help to surprise you 

→ pierregasly we agreed not to speak of that! 

→ ItsYN i don’t think you’re living this one down, macaron

charles_leclerc can you tell him to put his clothes back on, please

→ ItsYN i tried but he seems incapable of keeping them on around me

→ pierregasly charles is just jealous of my amazing physique 

→ charles_leclerc best you not talk about jealousy 

User4 @ ItsYN i love that they’ve not had a chance to pr train you yet

→ ItsYN never! 

User5 and they called me crazy when i said friends to lovers! 

→ ItsYN tbf hun, so did we. it took us a minute

→ User6 so pierre is slow on and off the track 

→ pierregasly hey! 

pierregasly just posted

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pierregasly from movie nights to drunken karaoke, i would go on any adventure with you 

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ItsYN my best friend and my love 

→ alexandrasaintmleux i thought i was your best friend 

→ ItsYN i’m not allowed to post shirtless pics of you online though

→ charles_leclerc no you are not! 

→ User7 i hope pr never got ahold of her

→ alpinef1team she has an appointment with them on thursday

yukitsunoda0511 is this what they call simping?

→ pierregasly no

→ ItsYN yes

maxverstappen1 does this mean you’ll stop talking about her during driver’s parades?

→ pierregasly no 

→ yukitsunoda0511 he’ll just stop talking about whether she’s interested in any of us 

→ ItsYN he did that?

→ pierregasly no!

→ maxverstappen1 yes, the latest victim was logan

→ charles_leclerc actually i was the latest victim, and i will remain the most famous. my jealousy era is forever captured on the internet 

→ logansargeant @ pierregasly is that why you kept asking me what i thought about her?

landonorris you guys are kinda cute when you’re not yelling at her 

→ ItsYN please stop saying this. i'm the one who has to listen to him apologise over and over for the millionth time

→ pierregasly because i feel bad! 

→ ItsYN omg i know! 

danielricciardo mate, we get it. she’s your girl now but you can let go of her for two seconds. she’s not going to disappear

→ pierregasly it’s called a healthy attachment

→ ItsYN he says whilst cuddled into my neck and following me to the bathroom

lilymhe she’s so hot, drop me her @ please

→ pierregasly back off

→ ItsYN i’m right here bby girl. let me take out on a date 

→ charles_leclerc careful lily or he might start yelling at you next 

alpinef1team we’ve been asked by an anonymous source that you all refrain from discussing previous events. reparations have been made and it’s been advised that such an event remain in the past 

→ danielricciardo lol he ran to mom

→ landonorris anonymous source, my ass. just tag him

→ georgerussell63 this is so lame

→ alex_albon mate, this is more obvious than pierre’s jealousy 

→ charles_leclerc even i cannot support him through this 

→ ItsYN i love you, my little croissant, but i cannot pretend that this is normal

→ pierregasly ultimate betrayal

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Sorry if this wasn’t angst enough. Humour and fluff are more my forte.

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[stereksimp]

*Scott has just been saved and they are all leaving the church.*

Stiles: He made me leave him to go save you. He's dead. He's really dead, and I never told him that I love him. Scott, I lost my chance.

Scott: You'll be OK buddy. I promise and hey maybe he's not dead. For as long as we have known him he has not been easy to kill.

Stiles: Yeah, because I have been the-

* A large black wolf slams it's body into Stiles knocking him onto the ground and proceeds to lick his face. Stiles squirms and pushes but this wolf is not moving.*

Stiles: What the fuck is happening! Where did this wolf come from? Who's wolf is it?

*After the wolf has licked every inch of him face and neck at least twice it flops down on Stiles and shoves his snout into his neck, and starts purring.*

Scott: *Trying his best not to laugh.* Buddy I think that might be your wolf.

Stiles: *Fingers mindlessly carding through fur.* What do you mean my wolf? I don't have a wolf. Scott the only wolf I would claim as mine...is...

Stiles: Holy SHIT! Derek?? Derek is this you big guy? How did you- When did you- Can you turn back?

*The black wolf huffs in his face before slowly shifting back until Derek is laying on top of him human and very naked.*

Derek: Hi *the biggest smile splits his face*

*Stiles mouth drops open and he just stares for a few minutes as everyone else decides to leave the 2 alone for a bit. Maybe get Derek some close?*

Derek: *He stares at Stiles, listening to his heart jackrabbit in his chest, and smell his emotions go through all the stages of grief in record time then happy then pissed then awe.* I love you too.

Stiles: *Suddenly confused and pissed.* You what? When the fuck did you learn to full shift? How dare you say that now after everything we have been through you choose post dying to tell me!

Derek: I figured it out when I was nearly dead. I saw my mom. She whacked my head and told me to get over myself and go to my mate. That I was torturing myself for no reason. I tried to tell her that my mate didn't love me but she just gave me this look she did when she was alive that said 'you are and idiot but I love you'. Then she roared at me and I snapped awake as a wolf.

*All the confused anger melted off Stiles' face after the first scentance and now he just stares up in awe and what Derek now realizes is Love.*

*Stiles reaches a tentative hand up to Derek's cheek and when his hand touched Derek's eyes close and he leans into the touch. He slides his hand back, carding his fingers through soft hair until his hand is on the back of his head. Then he slowly brings Derek's head down until their lips are just ghosting together.*

Stiles: *whispers softly* Of course I love you dumbwolf.

*Derek pushes the last distance and kisses him with all the love he can.*

*There is an awkward cough behind them that makes them pull apart.*

Scott: This is beautiful and I'm so happy for you guys but the rest of us would like to go and none of use want to see Derek's naked ass.

*He tosses clothes on top of Derek.*

Stiles: Speak for yourself Scotty-boy.

Derek gets dressed and instead of leaving with Braden he goes home with Stiles and they make a plan together to find and kill Kate Argent.

[harrysfolklore]

brits surprise - singer!yn and harry

ending kinda sucks but i hope you like it :) let me know your thoughts

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"Do you want me to hang up so you can get ready?"

"No. Don't," Harry replied, eyes focused on his phone where his girlfriend's face was displayed, "I still have a few minutes before I need to get dressed."

It was one of the most important days for Harry's year, the Brit Awards, it wasn't the first time he was nominated or attending, but after winning Album of The Year at the Grammys mere days before, the night felt even more special.

YN was by his side for the Grammys, cheering for him and holding his hand the entire time. However, her schedule got too tight by the time the Brit Awards came, with tour rehearsals and interviews that didn't allow her to attend the ceremony.

Or that was what Harry thought, but he was completely unaware of the plan his girlfriend, team and friends were orchestrating to get her to London on time to surprise him by announcing one of his awards on stage.

"I really wish you were here," Harry said, running his hands through his dark curls, "But I know you need to rehearse for your tour, and I'm proud of you."

"I'm proud of you too, baby," YN told him, biting back the urge to tell him that she was planning on surprising him, "You're going to do amazing."

"Sue, It's time to get dressed." Lambert voice was heard through the room, and Harry knew it was his cue to hang up.

"I have to go love, but I'll make sure to call you before I go on stage, okay?"

"It's okay, H. Good luck!"

After a couple of hours had passed and Harry delivered an amazing performance, won 3 awards, thanked his former bandamates on stage, kissed Lewis Capaldi and chugged down too many tequila shots, the most important moment of the night was coming up.

Harry was going to get the Album of The Year award and his girlfriend was ready to surprise him on stage.

He was unaware of it all, still thinking that he might not get the award at the end like it happened in 2019 with his album Fine Line.

Mo Gilligan, the host of the night came on stage to introduce who was presenting the category, and when her girlfriend's name was called, Harry thought the alcohol he had chugged down was playing games with his mind.

It was safe to say that he lost his mind when he saw the girl he loved walk out clad in her navy blue suit looking absolutely stunning.

"Good evening Brit Awards!" she said into the mic, making the entire audience erupt in cheers, "You know I wouldn't miss UK's biggest night for anything in the world, and I'm here to present the award for Album of the Year, these are the nominees."

Harry was lost for words, and he didn't care if he lost the award, he just wanted to rush to the stage and kiss his girlfriend.

"And the winner is..." she said after the video showing the nominees was over, opening the envelope, "Harry Styles!"

The melodies from Late Night Talking filled the arena as Harry let out an excited scream and made his way to the stage, eager to reach his girlfriend who was holding out the award for him.

"I can't believe you're here! You sneaky shit!" Harry spoke into her ear as they hugged, placing soft pecks to her cheek, "This is so amazing!" he leaned back to look at her, not thinking twice before grabbing her face and placing a quick peck to her lips.

Remembering that he was on live television and that he had just won a major award, he let go of her and approached the mic to give his speech.

"This night has been really, really special to me and I will never forget it. Thank you so much for the welcome home, I appreciate it so much. There is no place like home. Thank you, thank you, thank you," he paused for a minute to look at his award and smile, "I’m so, so proud to be a British artist out there in the world. I’m so proud to be here tonight celebrating British artists and British music. Thank you, thank you, thank you," he turned his face to look at his girlfriend fro a minute, "I would also love to thank this stunning, sneaky woman who didn't tell me she was going to be here, you really surprised me, love. I'm so grateful you're here, I love you," he blew a quick kiss to her, and she mouthed a soft "I love you" back, "I’m gonna hand it over to Tom and Tyler. Thank you so much for this, I’m so grateful.”

After Tom and Tyler were done with their speeches and the four of them were off the stage, Harry couldn't wait much longer before he was crashing his lips to his girlfriend's again.

"I'm so happy you're here, so so happy."

"I'm always going to be here, love."

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[thinkingboute]

would you? | harry styles x model!oc

summary: The show goes off without a hitch, but Lina's interaction with Harry before clouds her mind. At the after party, she takes one for the team when Gigi tries to get in with other One Direction member, Zayn Malik. Ironic meetings lead to a first date. Part 3 of the Masks series.

part 1 here! part 2 here!

warnings: mentions of drugs, disordered eating, vomit, anxiety, alcohol, allusions to sex

a/n: This one was so much fun to write! The parts are getting longer from here.I hope you like it!

word count: about 2.4k

Holy shit these were some high heels. 

Lina danced in place, shaking the nerves that wracked her body as she prepared to walk the stage. Sweat accumulated beneath the bra and underwear---if you could even call them that. Gilded Angels was the theme this year and, goddamn, did Lina feel absolutely gilded. 

The set she wore was less fabric and more faux metal. It appeared that gold had been molded to cup her breasts, pushing them up beyond what she ever thought possible. Her wings were white, like Biblical angel wings, with gold dusted tips. Gold heels wove their way up her calves like Greek sandals. She felt holy. And really fucking hot---in both ways. 

Taylor Hill, who was opening the show, shimmied behind the curtains, lost in the heavy fabric. It was clearly go time, which usually spurred Lina to focus and quit her nervous movement. Today, she couldn’t calm herself down. Pictures of that messy haired Brit flooded her mind. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little excited to walk past him in this outfit. 

You look good. 

That’s what he said to her just an hour ago. Her head was covered in curlers, robe disheveled, eyes closed. She was giddy at the thought of him seeing her all done up. I look better than good now.

Lina squealed as two strong hands shook her shoulders from behind. “Let’s fucking go, Li!” Gigi shrieked, smacking a kiss to her cheek. The girls laughed, jumping up and down. Gigi had a way of making everything seem like just a game.

“Don’t fuck up my hair, Gi,” Lina said, giggling. Gigi’s hands spun Lina to face her. 

Ignoring her comment, Gigi grabbed her face. “I don’t walk until Taylor’s on stage,” she said, clearly excited to walk while her friend performed. Lina had become quite used to being surrounded by stars, but she was a little too excited at the thought of talking to Taylor Swift. She and Gigi had become close since the Oscars earlier that year, and Lina was hoping that would give her and in.

“I walk in…” Lina searched the room for a clock. “Four minutes.”

“I saw you talking to Harry Styles earlier,” Gigi whispered, wiggling her brows. “You seemed to be laughinggg and smilinggg and…” she lowered her voice even more, “flirtinggg…”

“Ugh, leave me alone,” Lina rolled her eyes. “We met at that masquerade thing in October.” Gigi covered her mouth with a hand.

“Why didn’t you te---”

“Because there’s nothing to tell.” Gigi started again but Lina put a hand up. “Really, it wasn’t my best moment. He was just teasing me about it earlier.” Gigi wiggled her brows again. “I was puking in the men’s bathroom, Gi. If there was ever a chance in hell he would be into me, it’s long gone.”

“I’m going to pretend that’s not the strangest thing I’ve heard today,” Gigi said, a crease appearing between her brows. “Anyway, if he really thought you were that weird, he probably would’ve stayed far away from you today. But he didn’t.” Her laugh was more of a hehe.

“I can barely look him in the eye. God, that was terrible, I---” Lina was interrupted by her name being called by the show’s producers. “Time to go. I talk to you later, baby.”

Lina’s hand was pulled towards the curtains. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to center herself as hand flew all around her, adjusting her wings, tousling her hair, and freshening her gloss. 

Lina recognized the song she was set to walk out to. Rock Me. She didn’t think One Direction would have songs that would fit a VS show. They were so…teenage girl. But this song was a bit dirtier, and it had a nice beat. She put on her super sexy and poised model mask and stepped out from behind the curtain. 

The band members were scattered about the runway. Her eyes found Harry at the end immediately. Her shoulders thrown back, she began her walk, smiling and winking at the boys she passed by. She thought one of her wings may have wacked Niall in the face, but she tried not to think much about it. 

She reached Harry after what seemed like a decade of walking. She was too nervous to look him in the eye. She wondered if, when he looked at her now, he still saw the puking corpse he saw a few months ago. 

Harry was certainly not hurting for confidence. He grabbed her hand and spun her around, leading her to walk back down the runway. Lina, as hard as it was, kept up her flirty persona, looking back over her shoulder to wink at him before slowly letting go of his hand. The walk back felt a bit like flying. 

The rest of the show went by in a blur. It was Gigi’s first time walking the show, but no one would’ve been able to tell. Her confidence oozed through every pore of her perfect face. When she got off the stage, she was bouncing off the walls, ready to find some sort of shit food to consume ASAP.

But there was an after party to attend. Lina peeled herself out of her outfit, carefully handing it to the women who surrounded her, ready to rip it from her hands. It wasn’t strange to be naked in front of so many people anymore. She’d been doing it since she was 16. She tried not to think about that part too much. 

Her new outfit consisted of a vintage VS slip, of course, with some artfully ripped tights, and heeled boots that cut off just below the knee. With her hair thrown back loosely into a pony, she felt sufficiently prepared to face her first celebrity party since the ball. 

Darren congratulated her on (his words) another fantastic show. She smiled, mind elsewhere, and got into the car, whose door he held open. 

The ride to the venue was not more than 15 minutes, but for all Lina knew, it could’ve been hours. Her mind was set on exactly what she would say to Harry when she saw him, because she knew she’d see him. His band was full of a bunch of 20 something boys. They would not pass up the opportunity to go to a party full of drinks and models. 

Darren noticed her not-quite-on-Earth-ness and waved a hand in front of her face. She swatted at it, rolling her eyes.

“Thinking about that One Way kid?” he asked.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Darren?” Lina snorted. 

“Whatever, the British kid with the hair. I don’t care to know more about him that I have to.”

“You don’t have to know anything.”

“When he comes to your room tonight, or you go to his, it will be my job to know about him.”

Lina blushed and buried her face in her hands. “Darren, you perv!”

“Trust me, I wish I didn’t have to think about these things. But I saw him leaning on that table earlier, like he’s some sort of Elvis. It was embarrassing how hard he was trying, honestly.”

“I told you about our…run in in October, right? He was just making fun of me,” She said still not looking at him. “And, not that it’s any of your business, but I don’t make it a habit of going to any guys room before I’ve been taken on a proper date.”

It was Darren’s turn to cover his face. “I’m glad.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can we please stop talking about this? It feels like discussing my sex life with my father.”

Darren winced. “I’d love nothing more.”

The car pulled up to the hotel the party was taking place in. Although it was dark, it was hard not to spot it. A massive crowd of paparazzi was piled on the steps to the entrance. 

“Fucking perfect.”

Darren slid out of the car, opening the door for Lina. She stepped out, careful not to let any of them snap a picture underneath her dress. She smiled and waved, but didn’t stop for pictures. Darren cut through the crowd, leading her to the door. 

The bar and room surrounding it was strangely reminiscent of the hall that held the masquerade ball. This time, thankfully, Lina was sure she was not going to puke on anyone. She was sure to stop Darren from grabbing her bag before she stepped closer to the bar. She wanted a Cosmo. 

“Liiiiinaaaaaa,” a singsong voice called from behind her. Gigi appeared at her side, face flushed. She seemed to be a few drinks in already. Lina was excited to catch up. “We’re gonna be sisters-in-law!”

Lina’s eyes widened at that. “My brother is 14, Gi. That’s a little gross.”

Gigi snorted, limply swatting at her shoulder. “I didn’t even know you had a brother, idiot. I mean that I have my eye,” she used two fingers to gesture at her eyes, “on tall, dark, and handsome.” She pointed at Zayn Malik, who chatted with a couple guys across the room. 

Lina laughed, “Oh, do you?” 

“Yes, I do. And you’re gonna get with the other one, right? Then, we’ll be sisters! Metaphorically, anyway.” Lina didn’t bother dismissing Gigi’s suggestion; she just laughed. “C’mon, c’mon!” 

“My drink---” Gigi pulled Lina across the room before she could finish her protest, not too close to Zayn, but near enough that they could see him. They leaned against the corner of a wall, observing. “Do you plan to summon him with your mind?”

“No, no, I’m just waiting for my moment,” Gigi whispered. Lina laughed, glancing around the other corner of the wall. There were a few doors lining the walls, but it was otherwise pretty empty. A gasp had her turning her head back to her friend. “He’s walking this way! Go, go, go!” Gigi pushed Lina around the other side of the wall and followed her. “Wait, wait, you can’t be here! Get in there, just for a minute before I get him to come with me somewhere else.” Lina didn’t have a second to say anything before she was shoved into one of the rooms. 

“We have to stop meeting like this.”

Lina turned around, taking in the room around her, her eyes catching on the pearly urinals. 

Harry was looking at her, paper towel clasped in his hands as he dried them. He laughed at Lina’s widened eyes. 

“Are you planning to keep your head out of the toilet,” he asked, tossing the paper towel into the bin. “The sink too, I supposed.”

Lina groaned turning to brace herself on the cool, wooden door. “I swear, this was not my idea.”

Harry laughed from behind her. “I should hope not.” He made to move towards the door to leave, but Lina whipped around, placing a hand on his chest.

“We can’t leave,” she whispered. 

Harry cocked an eyebrow. “I mean, this isn’t the most sanitary place, and I don’t have a condom but---”

Lina made an ‘ack’ sound before lightly pushing him away from her. “Don’t be weird.” Harry put his hands up in defense. “My friend is out there…with your friend.”

“I’m sure we can come up with a reason other than sex to explain us leaving the bathroom together.”

“Harry, I’m being serious!” Lina said, exasperated. “She pushed me in here because she wants to…talk to your friend.”

“Which friend?”

“Zayn.”

“He doesn’t say much, so that conversation should be over now.” He moved towards the door once again, but Lina grabbed his wrist this time. “She’s pretty drunk, and she’d be pretty pissed if I interrupted her shot. She said she’ll try to get him to go somewhere else as soon as she can.” Harry stifled a laugh. “We can leave soon. Just, I don’t know, be quiet and don’t, like, do anything weird.”

“Me? Do something weird?” he exclaimed, faux defensiveness causing Lina to roll her eyes. “I’m not sure I’m the one to worry about here, woman in the men’s bathroom.”

Lina closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Not on purpose.”

“Last time, sure it wasn’t,” Harry said lowly. Lina was keenly aware of her grip that remained on Harry’s wrist. “This time…I think you just wanted to get me alone.” He was closer now, breath fanning her face, alcohol and mint filling her nose. 

“I could get you alone in a less…strange way if I wanted to.” Lina couldn’t look at him, so she examined the holes in her tights. 

“Would you, though?” His voice lowered even more. She wasn’t sure how much lower it could get before it was more of a growl. 

Wow, these tights really were artfully ripped. The perfect place for a tear really is just above the knee. She liked her knees, she supposed, but knees were a little weird overall---

“Carolina.”

“Lina.”

“What?”

“I prefer Lina.”

“Alright, Lina. Wanna answer my question?”

Lina’s breath hitched in her throat. She didn’t know what to say. She would not sleep with him tonight, especially not in this bathroom. But that didn’t stop her from thinking about it. She was starting to feel a little warm. 

Harry made to ask her again, but the door banged open, causing the both of them to stumble back and away from one another. Gigi’s eyes widened before she smiled mischievously.

“I am leeeaving, LiLi!”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Gi.” She was maybe a little too drunk to go anywhere with any man. 

“No, no, I don’t mean like that,” she giggled. “Zayn said that if I got some rest tonight, he would see me tomorrow.” Lina was a bit surprised at that. “So! I’m leaving!” 

“Why don’t I go with you? Just to be sure you’re alright,” Lina asked, hopeful it would get her  out of answering anymore questions tonight. 

She felt Harry’s eyes on her as Gigi replied, “Oh, sure. Only…” her eyes flitted between the two of them, “If you want to.”

“It’s no problem, really, honey.” Lina felt a little guilty for leaving like this, but really, she was nervous. She’d had a few flings here and there after her rise to fame, but she never had the time to pursue them further. She was a bit rusty, now.

“Alright!” Gigi turned to leave the bathroom as Lina looked in the opposite direction, towards the man behind her.

“I’ll answer your question after dinner, Styles.”

He smiled a small, amused smile. “It’s a date.” 

[justagalwhowrites]

Yearling - Ch. 1: Break

A night out takes a turn. The first chapter of Yearling, a TLOU fan fiction. Find the Masterlist here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Canon-typical violence. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI, 18+ only.

Length: 5.6k

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Friday, September 26, 2003

Dubois, Wyoming 

“They ain’t even that good,” you took a sip of beer, glaring at the girl in the short, white eyelet lace sundress standing near the band on stage. Your Texas accent got stronger when you were drunk. It also got stronger when you were pissed. You were speaking with a full blown drawl now. “I can play better n’them.” 

“Baby Doll, you can play better than everyone in town,” Justin leaned down, his head so close to you that you could feel his breath on your cheek, his lips brushing the shell of your ear when he spoke. His arm went around your waist. “Better than you is a damn a high bar…” 

You could hear the smile on his voice and you turned around in his arms to face him, eyes narrowed. 

“You’re lovin’ this,” you said. “I can tell, you’re just havin’ the time of your life…” 

“I ain’t gonna lie to you,” he smirked. “It is fun seein’ you get all worked up over a girl hittin’ on me.” 

“I am not!” You swatted his chest. “I just think it’s disrespectful, she saw me come in with you, she should know that you’re gonna dance with the one that brung ya…” 

“Hey,” he teased. “I brung you, not the other way ‘round…” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved him off, turning back around and taking another sip of beer just in time to see the girl in question heading to the bathroom with one of her friends. She looked a little green and you smiled a little. Served her right. You looked back up at Justin. “Don’t go thinkin’ you’re hot shit now just because I didn’t like some rancher’s daughter tryin’ to climb you like a tree.” 

“Oh I’d never dream that you thought I was hot shit,” he kissed your temple. “Don’t you worry. Need another?” 

“It’s Friday night and if I’m gonna listen to that band fuck up ‘Devil Went Down to Georgia’ you better goddamm well get me another,” you said. He just shook his head and worked his way up to the bar. You smiled a little, watching him go, rapping your fingers along the side of your almost empty beer bottle. 

You were getting attached to Justin. 

He’d started out as something fun to do over the summer when he showed up at the ranch you’d been working at for more than a year now. He was a few years older - not enough to make it scandalous but enough that he knew what the fuck he was doing. He was rugged and handsome and he was happy to buy you beer and whiskey because, at 19, getting your hands on the stuff was tricky. It had started in May with you fucking him. 

At first, that’s all it had been. After a few weeks of him staring at you when you were hanging tack back up at the end of the day, you all but cornered him in the barn. 

“You got some kind of problem with me, cowboy?” You snapped, getting so close to him that the brim of your hat almost caught his chin. 

“No I do not,” he replied. “Unless you count the fact that your ass looks way too damn good in those jeans to be doin’ nothin’ but ridin’ horses all day. Otherwise, I got the opposite of a problem with you.” 

“Oh,” you stepped back from him, looking him up and down. He was tall, broad, handsome. He reminded you a bit of the boy you’d lost your virginity to when you were 16 and he’d been working on your parents’ ranch back in Texas. “Well, I’m done for the day, headin’ back to my room. You’re welcome to join if you want to see what else I’m good at ridin’ on.” 

You turned and started off toward the bunkhouse. He scrambled to catch up with you and you smirked a little. He was definitely going to be fun. 

In August, he asked if you wanted to go to dinner sometime. You frowned, looking over at him, his naked body shiny with sweat. 

“Dinner,” you said, incredulous. “With me.” 

“That’s what I said,” he replied, looking over at you. “Unless there’s someone else you’d rather go to dinner with…” 

“You realize you’re already fucking me, right?” You frowned. “You don’t have to try.” 

“Oh trust me, I noticed,” he grinned, a little cocky. “But I’d like to do more than fuck you. So I’m askin’ you to dinner. Gonna try to make a proper lady outta you and all that.” 

You snorted. 

“No proper lady to be had here,” you said. “But… we can have dinner.” 

This was actual date number five. Not that the number of dates meant much when you were already screwing every chance you got. 

But you’d gotten to really like Justin, especially now that you were spending almost every spare second together. Maybe love him. A little. You’d cross that bridge when you came to it. 

“You know,” he came and pressed a new beer into your hand and took your empty bottle, putting it on a nearby table. “Bet you’d look pretty as hell in a little dress like that…” 

He ran his nose along your temple and you glared at him a little. 

“OK, first of all, it’s after Labor Day, wearin’ all white like that is tacky,” you said. “Second of all, you get frustrated when I take 10 minutes to tame my hair before we leave, you know how long it takes to look that put together? Longer than you want to wait, cowboy.” 

“OK well I’m dyin’ to know where you got that Labor Day thing from. But you’re prettier than her, so I’m sure it wouldn’t take you that long,” he said, smirking a bit. “And I’m not talkin’ about for every day. Maybe if we were to… I dunno… take a trip somewhere.” 

“A trip?” You smiled, brows raised. “You tryin’ to take me away from all this, that it?” 

“Maybe,” he winked. “Thinkin’ maybe a few days, we run away to a cabin on a lake, find some fun restaurants, I get to spend way more time kissin’ you than usual…” 

“Sounds good to me,” you were about to move to kiss him when there was a strange, snarling sound from over his shoulder. You frowned, leaning around him just as he turned to look. 

The girl from before - in the stupid white dress - flew at him, her blonde hair tangled, her fingers curved so her nails were more like claws. He stepped back, his hands going up to stop her but she didn’t seem to notice or care. 

She jumped, knocking him to the ground as you jumped out of the way, the girl ripping at his shirt before digging her bared teeth into his neck. 

“What the fuck!” You yelled, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her backward. She sprawled on the floor next to Justin for a second before she scrambled up onto all fours and tried to rush you. You took your half full beer bottle and throttled her on the side of her head, hitting her with every ounce to strength you had, sending her down to the ground, unconscious. 

“Shit!” A man near you looked between you and the girl. 

“Hey, she fuckin’ started it!” You snapped. “She just tried to take a chunk out of my boyfriend’s neck!” 

Someone else got down on the ground with the girl as Justin got to his feet. You looked at his throat, her teeth marks red and oozing. 

“Jesus, she got you good…” you frowned, leaning in close. 

“We should call the cops,” the man near you said. 

“And that’s our cue,” Justin took you by the elbow and started pulling you to the door. 

“Hey, we didn’t do a damn thing wrong,” you said as he dragged you along beside him. “She went fuckin’ nuts…” 

“Yeah but that’s your third beer of the night and you’re 19,” he said quickly. “Rather not get in trouble for buyin’ you booze…” 

“That’s the girl that hit ‘er!” Someone yelled. You looked up at Justin.

“Run!” Justin pulled you with him as the two of you took off, him clearing a path with you at his heels until you were in the parking lot, a handful of people on your tail. 

“Sure hope you ain’t drunk!” You said as you jumped into the passenger side of his rusted pickup. 

“Sober enough to get us outta this,” he said, turning the key and holding it until the old engine turned over with a growl. He floored it, nearly taking out the front of a sedan on his way onto the main road. 

He careened through town at 80 until the streetlights had faded in the distance and the sky was bursting with stars. 

“What the fuck was her problem?” You crawled to the middle of the bench seat and tried to get a look at his neck. “Maybe you should go to a hospital, this looks bad…” 

“I’ll just clean it up when we get back,” he waved you off. “I’m too eager to find out what kind of sex I get as your boyfriend…” 

“What?” You sat back, incredulous. 

“You called me your boyfriend back there,” he smirked. “I’m really ready to find out what that means once I’m in your bed…” 

“Oh, Jesus,” you shoved him playfully. “You got a one track mind. And you shouldn’t read too much into what I say when I’m defending myself because some psycho tried to take a chunk out of ya.” 

He winked and you rolled your eyes. 

The two of you made it back to your room without any more excitement - something you were plenty thankful for. Once you were inside, you took Justin’s plaid button down off and draped it over your worn wooden desk chair before getting out your first aid kit. You usually used it for patching up cuts when a horse did manage to throw you - a rare occurrence - or when you weren’t paying close enough attention and cut yourself on barbed wire - less rare. 

You frowned at the bite mark, the skin around it red and angry, as you cleaned it with rubbing alcohol and applied a bandage.

“This looks infected,” you said. “Really should take you to a hospital…” 

“Nah,” he waved you off. “I’ll go to a doctor in a day or two if somethin’ ain’t feelin’ right. I’m fine, Baby Doll, really.” 

He tugged you onto his lap and kissed your cheek. 

“You’re cute when you’re worryin’ though,” he smiled a little. “If I’d known all it took was some rancher’s daughter gettin’ handsy with me to get you to be all over me, callin’ me your boyfriend, I’d have done it sooner…” 

You rolled your eyes and shifted so you were less sitting on his lap and more straddling him and his hands went to your waist. 

“See if you were in a dress, this’d be easier…” 

You glared at him. 

“You’re not careful I’ll give you a matchin’ bite mark on the other side of your neck.” 

“Oh, from you, I’d welcome it,” he smiled, kissing you as he unbuttoned your shirt. 

You ground your hips down against his as he undressed you, his hands exploring you as he kissed you. Once you were bare from the waist up, he pulled you down on the bed and you crawled down his body, opening his pants and stroking his hardening length a few times before taking him in your mouth in one, swift motion. 

“Fuck, Baby Doll,” he groaned, one of his hands going to your hair. “Fuckin’ love your mouth…” 

You hummed in approval, making his legs twitch as you sucked him, bobbing your head up and down his length as his fingers dug into your scalp. You worked his cock until he pulled your head roughly away from him, panting for breath. 

“Really don’t want to come before I have a chance to properly fuck ya,” he said, grip loosening on your hair. 

“So demanding,” you teased, looping your fingers over the top of his jeans and boxers, pulling them both down his legs and leaving them on the floor. You took off your own jeans and underwear, too, and crawled up his body, leaning over him to grab a condom from your bedside table. He took one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked you as your breasts hung over his face, his fingers sinking into your hips. 

He reluctantly released you when you moved back down to straddle his thighs, opening the wrapper and sliding the condom on over his thick length. You looked at him naked in front of you and rubbed two fingers through your slit, spreading the wetness that had gathered there. 

“You gettin’ wet from suckin’ me off has to be the hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen,” his hands slid up your legs as he watched you arrange yourself over him. 

“I’m so busy thinking about this the whole time I can’t help it,” you said, breathless, as you sank down onto him. He groaned as you did, your body slowly and surely taking all of his cock into you. Your hips met his and you ground yourself down against him, his hardness just big enough to stretch you enough to satisfy. You rode him like that, rubbing your clit as you did, his hands on your hips as you worked yourself to an orgasm on his length, coming around him with a whimper. 

He took advantage of your orgasm and grabbed you, flipping you onto your back and driving into you as you rode out the last waves of pleasure, arranging your legs so he was pressing deeper. You groaned as he started to fuck you harder, faster, the force of it making your tits bounce. 

“Love seein’ you come on my cock,” he grunted. “Love seein’ how this tight little pussy takes me…” 

He ground himself in as deep as he could reach, your body tightening around him again. 

“Fuck, I love you,” he gasped it out as he started to come deep inside you, spilling into the condom. 

Your eyes went wide and your orgasm hit - soft and subdued but not entirely put off by his words. He collapsed beside you when both of you were spent, your own slick leaking out between your legs. You stared up at the ceiling. 

“Knew boyfriend sex would be good,” he teased, a little breathless and smiling at you. 

“Yeah, about that,” you said, propping yourself up on your elbows. “What did you say at the end there?” 

He frowned. 

“I said…” and his eyes went wide. “Oh shit… I didn’t mean… I don’t expect… Look, I��” 

“Did you mean it?” You asked, brows raised. 

He flinched. 

“Maybe,” he said. “But I wasn’t plannin’ on sayin’ a damn thing about it to you, alright? So please don’t freak out about this, OK? I feel like we’re in a good place…” 

“I…” you paused. “Well I dunno if I love you yet or not but… I do like you. A lot. You’re kind of my favorite person so… I might love you a little. But just a little.” 

You shrugged and fell back down onto your back. He smiled. 

“Well, you’re my favorite person, too.” 

“Don’t read too much into it,” you smiled a little. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Baby Doll.” 

He rolled over to kiss you before getting out of bed. You frowned. 

“Gonna go rinse off,” he said. “I’m feelin’… I dunno, just off.” 

“I’m telling you, that stupid bite is infected,” you called after him as he went to shower. You waited until you heard the water turn on and got out bed yourself, getting his shirt from the chair and shrugging into it. It hung on you and you had to roll up the sleeves. You smiled a little at the physical representation of him enveloping you, the shirt smelling like his cologne with the faint smell of hay below it - a smell he never seemed to really shake. You liked it. 

You got your guitar from its stand in the corner and settled back down on the bed, tuning it briefly before just noodling on it. You’d been experimenting with a combination of chords and the rhythm you could get from tapping on the guitar body itself. 

“That’s soundin’ good,” Justin said, coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. He got is boxers off the floor and stepped into them, draping the towel over the chair. 

“Thanks,” you said. “Not sure what I’m gonna do with it yet but something eventually… Feeling any better?” 

“Bit worse actually,” he frowned. “Maybe I should go back to mine, what if I’m comin’ down with somethin’. Don’t need to be gettin’ you sick, too…” 

“You were just inside me, Justin, whatever you got I’m gonna get,” you rolled your eyes. “Assuming it’s contagious and it’s not from that damn bite.” 

“She wasn’t rabid,” he teased, climbing into bed beside you. “Sure I just picked up somethin’ somewhere…” 

You put the guitar down beside the bed and curled into him, falling asleep breathing in the smell of hay on his skin. 

His twitching is what woke you up. 

“Justin,” you whispered, nudging him. He didn’t respond. “You’re dreaming, c’mon baby…” 

You gave him a shake but he didn’t wake up. You sighed and untangled yourself from him and the sheets. You grabbed your panties off the floor and ducked into the bathroom. If you were awake, you might as well pee. You did that, chugged a glass of water and went back into the bedroom. 

It was uncommonly dark, the new moon making it so there was almost no light coming in through your windows. You nudged Justin again as you tried to get under the covers. 

“Hey,” you shook him a little more firmly this time. “Baby, you’re dreaming something crazy…” 

He responded then, taking in a deep, raspy breath, his movements still sharp and jerky. 

“Justin?” You said quietly. “Hey, it’s me, it’s…” 

He shrieked, sounding like the girl at the bar and you shocked back from him, jumping away just as his fingers reached and groped for you. 

“This isn’t funny!” You yelled, stumbling over your guitar as you backed away from him. You squinted, barely able to make out his writhing in the bedsheets in the dark. “Justin, cut it the fuck out!” 

He just shrieked again before he fell to the floor with a thud, his breaths still coming in deep, rasping pants. 

“Justin?” You crept toward his side of the bed cautiously. He snarled and scrambled, on all fours, for you. 

It shocked you so much that he got ahold of your ankle, yanking you onto the ground so hard that it made your brain rattle in your skull, his fingers digging harshly into your flesh as he dragged you closer. 

You fought without really thinking about how or why or who, you just kicked as hard as you could with your free leg, catching the side of his head with your knee. He shrieked and released you and you scrambled back from him, pulling yourself up by your bed to run around to your nightstand. You yanked the middle drawer open - just below where you’d grabbed a condom just hours before to put on the man who was now bent on killing you - and pulled out your hand gun. 

“Justin!” You were crying. You almost never cried. You weren’t sure when you’d started. “Please! I don’t want to do this, please!” 

He snarled and lunged for you again and you pulled the trigger. He collapsed immediately and you screamed, fumbling to turn on the lamp on your side table. 

“Justin?” You got down on the ground next to him. You’d shot him in the chest, right by his heart. The rattling sound of his breaths were gone. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please…” 

You sobbed, instinctively trying to put his blood back inside of him. If you could just fix it, put it back together, he’d be OK, he’d wake up and be Justin again and everything would be fine. That had to be the way it worked, it was the only thing that made sense…

You barely noticed it, out of the corner of your eye. He’d pulled the bandage off his neck at some point, the violent bite mark on display and a fibrous, vine-like tendril reaching out from his throat. Reaching for you. 

You yelped and scrambled back from him, your gun still in your hand. The thing was still moving, with a mind of its own. 

“What the fuck?” You were panting for breath. His body twitched and you did the only thing you could think to do. 

You ran. 

“Help me!” You ran out front of the bunk house, gun still in your bloody hands. “Please! Help me!” 

You heard it before you saw it, the rattling breath and the inhuman snarl. Like the girl at the bar. Like Justin. 

It was Keith, one of the older ranch hands. He worked with the cattle. You’d almost never seen him so much as jog and here he was, running for you, snarling, his hands in a claw-like shape. 

“Stop!” You held up the gun. “I ain’t jokin’, I will shoot you!” 

He kept coming, the snarling getting louder. You fired, shooting him in the head by the glow of the light on the barn. He collapsed where he stood as you heard something crash against the door of one of the other rooms at the bunkhouse. Like someone was hurling their body against it, trying to break free. 

You looked around, frantic. There was only one thing you were sure of: you’d get torn apart if you stayed here. You didn’t know why, you didn’t know what caused it, but you knew you were going to die if you didn’t get away. 

You ran to the paddock where you’d been working with a horse, a filly who was just past her yearling stage. You’d been breaking her in, now that she was old enough, barely to dumb broke, just starting to carry a rider and learn commands. She was there, asleep in the grass. You jumped the fence, not wanting to risk going in the barn where there were sometimes still people, even at this hour. 

“Hey Nike,” you whispered. She roused with a whinny. You’d named her for the goddess of victory and you hoped that meant she’d help you win whatever the fuck battle was apparently happening here today. “We gotta get goin’ sweet girl…” 

You coaxed her to her feet and she shook her head, her mane bouncing. You jumped on her back and realized that you hadn’t even put on shoes or pants, you’d been in too big a hurry to get the fuck out of your room. But it wasn’t safe to go back, not now. You’d have to make do. You tucked your gun into the waistband of your panties. Nike pranced, impatient below you. 

“We’re gonna get the fuck out of here,” you said. “You and me.” 

You leaned forward and took some of her mane in each hand, one on each side of her neck. You couldn’t afford to go and get reins, you hoped this would be enough. 

“Lets see if we can make you a jumper…” 

You nudged her forward and got her moving. There was more snarling from the bunkhouse, louder now. Something must have gotten through a door… you shuddered, thinking about it. 

Once she was up to a good clip, you pointed her at the fence line and drove her to it, adjusting your weight and pulling back on her, hoping that she’d figure it out. 

She did, you barely hanging on as she sailed over the fence posts. 

“Good girl!” You said, driving her toward the woods at the edge of the property. “It’s you and me, Nike. You and me. We’re going to get through this, we’re going to get help, we’re going to get through this.” 

You said it more for you than your horse as you rode into the dark of the forest, the ranch and the bodies of the first men you ever killed behind you. 

*** 

Sunday, November 2, 2025

“Been quiet today,” Tommy said from beside Joel, the gentle crunch of the snow under the feet of their horses the only other sound on the cold air. 

Joel groaned. 

“Jesus, Tommy, why don’t you just ask for us to get swarmed by infected,” he glared at his little brother. 

“Don’t tell me you’re superstitious now, brother,” Tommy smirked a little. “You and I both know that whatever I say don’t got shit to do with anything that happens later.” 

“It will if I deck you for sayin’ stupid shit,” Joel replied. “And I ain’t superstitious, I’m just smart enough to not say somethin’ that goddamn dumb in the middle of a patrol.” 

The men were, at this point, about a four hour’s ride from Jackson, Wyoming. But they’d been taking it at a slow pace because - as Tommy had rightly and stupidly pointed out - it had been a quiet day. A quiet day in a quiet month. 

Raiders seemed to have gone dark - either hunkering down for the coming winter or migrating elsewhere. So had infected, though they knew they could put that on their migratory patterns. Stupid fungus was smart enough to know that the humans it occupied couldn’t hold up in extreme cold and that their host bodies would freeze and die if they stayed too far north during the winter. Things thinned out this time of year. 

“We should turn around and head back soon,” Tommy said. “We cut over a few miles, we’ll be able to sweep up and check a different area…” 

“You know this shit better’n me,” Joel shrugged. “Just don’t be surprised if we come up on a pocket of raiders now…” 

Tommy rolled his eyes as they rode up on a stream. He nudged his horse to follow it, cutting back toward Jackson. 

They’d only been following the path of the stream for about 20 minutes when Joel first noticed it. The sign of footprints, then blood. 

“Tommy,” he said quietly, nodding his head at it. 

“Shit,” Tommy sighed, shaking his head. 

“You said it was quiet,” Joel said, trying not to smirk at him. 

“Fuck you,” Tommy replied, steering his horse to follow the footprints. 

They didn’t have to go far, the snow growing steadily redder the further they went, until there was a body face down on the ground. 

Joel slid off his horse and crouched next to the man, checking for signs of life even though it was pretty obvious that there weren’t any. He rolled the man over. There was a sizable knife buried in the man’s chest but that’s not the thing that caught Joel’s attention. 

“Jesus Christ,” he looked up at his brother, still on horseback. “Tommy, look at this.” 

Tommy frowned, dismounting and squatting down next to Joel. 

“Oh fuck,” he said. “Was that… infected?” 

The man’s face had been nearly torn apart, nail marks like some kind of feral animal had gotten to him but they were distinctly human, little half-moon shapes dragged through his flesh that had gushed blood. He’d been alive when something - someone - got to his face.

“Ain’t ever seen one go at someone quite like this,” Joel said. “And infected don’t use knives…” 

“Maybe suicide if he got bit?” Tommy shrugged. 

Joel looked over the body and found a gun with plenty of ammo and nodded to it. 

“Well then, never mind,” Tommy frowned. “Jesus, he pissed off someone…” 

“The fuck knows who,” Joel said, looking him over more to see if he could find any signs as to where the man had come from. There were a few thick zipties in the man’s back pocket. Joel sighed and held them up for Tommy to see. “Well, probably plenty. I’m bettin’ he’s a raider, probably tryin’ to bring in someone who fought back a little harder than expected…” 

“Fuckin’ hell,” Tommy sighed, getting up again. “Grab the guns I guess, knife too. See if we can’t find who fucked him up.” 

The men mounted up again and rode on. They found another body, this one shot dead and not scratched to hell, though one look at the nails - free of blood and torn flesh - told Joel this was another raider and not who they were after. 

“Joel,” Tommy nodded at another set of tracks, starting with little drops of blood in the snow and coloring it more crimson as the path wore on. 

“Shit,” he sighed, steering his horse to follow the path. 

They didn’t need to go far. 

Ahead was a body in the snow, splayed out on the ground, splotches of red and pink around it. Joel dismounted and approached slowly. He could sense that this was different. This was who the raiders had been after. 

He moved cautiously, almost afraid to see what the raiders must have done to you if you’d done that kind of damage to them. You were bloody but he wasn’t sure the source of it from a quick glance. Your face was bruised and he could see signs of you being bound on your exposed wrist, the skin ringed in harsh and angry red. 

“Jesus,” Tommy breathed, coming up along side Joel. 

He noticed it then, the small, almost imperceptible movement of your chest. Joel tapped Tommy’s arm and nodded toward your torso. 

“Oh shit,” he said. 

Your eyes fluttered open and you took a sharp breath, struggling onto your elbows and hands, trying to drag your broken body back away from Joel and Tommy. 

“Woah!” Tommy held up his hands. “Not here to hurt you, you’re OK, we’re just gonna try to help…” 

“Fuck you,” you spat - literally, blood and spittle flying from your lips as you tried to get a full breath. “Don’t touch me!” 

“Hey,” Joel got down on your level, his hands up, and met your eyes. There was something in them that felt familiar. Something that he wanted to protect. “It’s OK. We’re not like them, those men back there. Guessin’ you killed ‘em?” 

You nodded once. Your eyes were so wide, you were so afraid. It reminded Joel of a baby deer, fragile and wild. 

“You did good, Bambi,” he said, keeping his hands where you could see them. “Fucked ‘em up real good. We’re from a settlement, few hours from here. It’s a good place, we’ve got a doctor who can help you…” 

“Can’t walk a few hours,” you said through gritted teeth. 

“I know,” Joel said, nodding to your torso. “Mind if I take a look? See where that blood’s comin’ from? I’m just gonna lift your shirt, not gonna touch you.” 

You looked at him for a moment before you gave him a stiff nod. He gingerly raised the bloody fabric - you weren’t wearing nearly enough layers to be out in this weather, just jeans, boots and a button down - and examined your stomach. There were two bullet holes there. He winced. He wasn’t a doctor but he knew getting shot in the stomach was bad. He noticed a raised scar on your hip, just below and to the left of your belly button, a branded letter M. His stomach turned. The fuck had happened to you? 

“It’s bad,” you managed. “Just shoot me, better… better than dyin’ with them.” 

“She’s right, Joel,” Tommy said, his voice low. “She’s lost a lot of blood, dragging her back to town’s just torture at this point…” 

You’d fallen back into the snow, struggling to breathe, your eyes closed. But he remembered your eyes, the warmth wrapped in something harsh and sharp. 

He realized then what they reminded him of, who you reminded him of. Tess. You were a survivor, like Tess. He hadn’t been able to save her, either. He’d failed her, too. 

“Bambi,” Joel said, just sticking with the name. He figured you’d offer your real one if you wanted to. You opened your eyes again. “Now, I’m gonna have to touch you for this but I’m gonna be as gentle as I can…” 

“Fuck you,” you winced. “Just…” 

“Not going to just let you die out here in the cold,” Joel shrugged out of his jacket and held it out to Tommy. “Gonna get you on my horse - it’s OK if you pass out, I’ll hold onto ya - and we’re gonna get you back with us.” 

“I don’t…” you began but Joel slid his arm below your legs and the other behind your ribs and he gently, slowly, lifted you into his body. You cried out in pain but he held onto you, putting you on the horse as best he could. 

“Sorry, Bambi.” You instinctively wrapped your fingers around the saddle horn as your body slumped forward and you whimpered. He mounted up behind you and held his hand out to Tommy, who handed him his coat. He draped it over your shivering frame and tugged you against him. Your head lolled back against his chest and you groaned. Your eyes were closed. He wondered if you were conscious. 

“This is damn stupid, Joel,” Tommy said, mounting his horse again. 

“Couldn’t just leave her out here,” Joel said. “You know we couldn’t.” 

Tommy sighed. 

“Let’s get back,” he said. “Maybe, by some miracle, this won’t all have been for nothin’.” 

“And you said it was a quiet day,” Joel said, starting off at a faster clip this time. 

Tommy sighed.

“Fuck you.” 

A/N: Hi everyone! Welcome to Yearling! I hope you've enjoyed it so far and that you'll come to love Bambi and Joel as much as I have as I've been thinking about and planning this story for the last month or so.

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Yoongi POV

I’m fucking tired

I just finished a photo shoot and I’m walking back to the dressing room

I’m gonna change, take this crap off my face and get ready to leave

I wash my face and changed back to my sweatpants and t-shirt

Now I’m looking for Namjoon

He disappeared somewhere and we need him so we can leave

I just wanna go home and relax

I pass by a room but stop when I hear what sounds like moaning

I stand frozen in my spot, listening

I hear a tiny moan

Fuck

Don’t tell me Namjoon is fucking someone again

I’m still scarred from walking in on him last time

I take a quick peek inside and my eyes pop outta my head

One of our makeup artists, Joanne, who’s also the girl I happen to be in love with, is in there

The girl of my dreams

On the couch

No skirt or panties on

Legs apart and touching herself

I instantly get hard

This girl can make me hard just by looking at me

But seeing this?

I’m gonna have to go to the bathroom and jerk off right now

But I can’t move

I can’t tear my eyes away

I watch her fingers rub her clit as she moans

This is so fucking hot

I wish I was the one making her moan

But I can’t even talk to her that much before I sound like a complete idiot

I need to leave

I shouldn’t watch her

No matter how much I want to

I turn and am about to walk away when I hear, “Yoongi”

Did she just moan my name?

What the fuck?

I turn around and see her eyes closed and head back against the arm rest

“Fuck Yoongi, yea”

Oh my god!

She did say my name

“You feel so good Yoongi”, she moans again

No fucking way!

She’s thinking about me while she touches herself?

I’m so fucking turned on

I don’t know what I’m doing but the next thing I know I’m in the room, closing the door softly

She doesn’t hear me, she’s so lost in the pleasure

My feet carry me to the couch and I just look at her, watching her

Her pussy is so fucking wet and I moan, “Fuck”, when I see it

Her eyes snap open, sees me and a look of horror crosses her face

Shit

Me and my big fucking mouth

“Fuck!”, she yells, pulling her hand away and snapping her legs closed

“I…uh….I”, I stutter

“I’m sorry”, she says as she grabs her clothes and pulls her skirt on

Wait what?

“Huh?”

“I….I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have……..I…. I’m sorry I said you’re name. I uh…I’m just gonna leave”, she stammers

No, I don’t want her to leave

She’s almost at the door when I say, “Wait. Joanne. Wait”

She stops and slowly turns to me, “Please don’t get me fired. I…I need this job”

What?

Does she really think I’d do that?

No way

I’m not an asshole

“Do you want me?”, I blurt out

Smooth Yoongi, real smooth

Her mouth drops open

“Because you can have me”

“I….what?”, she asks confused

I need to get it together

If I can act sexy and cocky on stage I can do it now

“I want you Jo”

“You…what? Really?”, she asks, in disbelief

“Yes. Every since you walked through the door the first day, I’ve wanted you on my cock.”

Jeez

Where the fuck did that come from?

Is that too much?

“You’re joking”, she answers, looking so bewildered

I shake my head

Just say what you want

“No Joanne I’m not. I’ve wanted you since I first saw you. I wanted nothing more than to kiss you, to touch you, to taste you, to be inside you, to feel you cum on my cock and my mouth, to feel your arms around me, to hear you scream my name.”

“Holy shit”, she whispers

“And if you want me, you can have me. Just say so and I’m yours”, I finish

She bites her lip and looks at me

“Yes. I want you”

Relief and excitement flood my body as I move quickly to her

My lips crash into hers in a heated kiss

Oh god, her kiss is everything

I never felt so alive kissing anyone

I feel like I’m on fire

I push her against the door and her arms go around my neck

Sliding my tongue in her mouth, she lets out a moan and I get so fucking turned on

I kiss her neck and she whimpers, “Yoongi”

Yes

Fuck yes

“I want to rip your fucking clothes off”, I groan

“Do it”, she answers

I look at her and she smirks

“Do it. I don’t care. I can get new clothes. Rip them off me”

Oh I fucking will

Kissing her again, I move my hands to her shirt

She’s wearing a button down shirt and I pull one side, buttons flying off everywhere

“Fuck”, she moans, “You’re so fucking hot”

Fuck, I’m glad she sees me like that

She has a tank top on under the shirt

Grabbing it from the top I pull it down, the fabric tearing down the middle

Once that’s off, I unhook her bra and throw it somewhere in the room

Moving back I look at her body and my eyes pop from my head

Again

She has a killer body

So fucking sexy and gorgeous

I kiss her again, my hands running all over her and finally squeezing her breasts

“Yes Yoongi, Jesus, I love you touching me”

Fuck I love touching her too

Her skin is so soft, pale and so fucking smooth

She pulls my shirt over my head in one motion

“Jesus Christ”, she gasps, “You’re fucking amazing. And so beautiful”

What?

No way But when I look at her, she’s looking at me like I am beautiful

What is wrong with her?

I’m not beautiful

I think I have the worst body of the guys

I don’t work out that much and I eat a lot

I know I’ve gained some weight

I open my mouth to talk but she says, “Shut up Yoongi, you are. You’re fucking beautiful so keep your mouth shut. Don’t ever think you’re not. You are”

And before I can say anything, she pulls me to her and kisses me, running her hands all over my back

“Fuck, I love the way you feel against me”, she murmurs

I know what she means

Feeling her skin against mine is the best thing in the world

Her hands move to my pants and she pulls them and my boxers down

I step out of them and pull her skirt down

Her panties are some kind of string thing

Moaning, I grab a string and pull, snapping it

I pull the other side too and it falls off her body

Pushing her against the door, I go on my knees

I want her in my mouth so badly

I move her legs open and attach my mouth and tongue to her clit

“Fuck!”, she yells when I start sucking on her

Pushing my fingers in her, I move them in and out while I play with her clit

My fingers rub against her spot inside and she screams

Fuck, I love her screams

I feel her hands slip in my hair and she pulls

I whimper from how good it feels

Licking her clit in the same spot over and over, I feel her get tight on my fingers

Yes

Fuck yes, I want her to cum

Sucking on her clit again and hitting her spot over and over she cums on my fingers, body trembling

“Yoongi, Yoongi shit!”, she yells

God I love her yelling my name when she cums

I pull my fingers out but I don’t stop licking

Licking her pussy, I taste her cum

Holy shit, she tastes so fucking good

Better than I imagined

“God Joanne, you taste so fucking good”

“Fuck”, she moans

“You’re my new favorite thing to eat”

“Oh my god Yoongi”

I smile while continuing to lick her

Sliding my tongue inside her, I lick inside then continue to lick up, finishing by sucking on her clit

I feel her shiver

She likes that so I’m gonna give her more

“Fuck Yoongi, your tongue is the best”, she moans while I continue

Hell yeah

“Yeah jagi?”

“Yeah. It feels so good”

I start moving my tongue faster, sliding up and sucking

Fuck, I want her to cum

“Baby”, I call

“Yyyy….yeah?”

“I want you to cum on my tongue”

She whimpers, “Can you do that for me?”

I glance up at her and see her nod

I keep my eyes on her while I eat her out

Her eyes are closed and she’s biting her bottom lip

I love that fucking habit

She does it all the time and it turns me on instantly

“Yoongi…I’m..”, she moans

I slide my tongue in her just as she cums

“Oh fuck”, she cries

My tongue is covered in her cum and I moan from the taste

I lick everything before I stand up

She looks at me, smirks and drops to her knees

“Holy crap Yoongi, your cock is huge!”

Jesus, she’s making me feel so good with just her words

She licks me from bottom to top before sucking on my head

Oh god, it feels so good

She puts her tongue on the underside and licks while she sucks

She wraps her hand around my shaft and starts stroking

Pleasure washes over me while I watch her go at it

She drops her hand, puts both on my thighs and moves forward, pulling all of me in her mouth

And throat

What the fuck?

She starts sucking and moving her head, pleasure exploding all over my body

How she’s not gagging I don’t know but I’m not complaining

I wrap her hair around my hand in a ponytail and pull

She moans

Oh my god she fucking moaned

“Baby, you’re fucking mouth is amazing”

I see her smile on my cock and I almost fucking lose it

I’m gonna cum if she keeps going and I don’t want to

I don’t know if I can get hard again

“Jo, baby stop.”

She looks up at me questioningly

“I wanna be inside you”

She nods and moves off me

I pick her up and carry her to the table in the middle of the room

Sitting her on it, I open her legs and look at her

She nods and I push in

“Oh my god”, she cries

“Fuck fuck”, I yell as I keep sliding in, pushing through her unbelievably tight cunt

I get half way in her when her body trembles and she cums, shouting my name

“Yoongi fuck oh my god”

My mouth drops open

Did she just cum?

From me just going inside her?

“Joanne, did you….how did…”, I splutter

“You feel so good Yoongi and you’re fucking huge. It feels good when you push in. And I don’t know, it just happened”, she blushes

I kiss her, then whisper, “You’re fucking amazing”

She smiles at me

Her hands grab my hips and pull me closer, sliding the rest of me in her

“Oh god Joanne. You’re so fucking tight baby girl. You feel so good”

She fits around me perfectly and she gets so much more wet

“Yoongi, baby, fuck me”, she asks, moaning, arms around my neck

“Yeah jagi, I will”, I answer, then start moving

I move faster and harder with every thrust

Her screams are music to my ears and fuels me to go harder and faster

God, she’s perfect

Her body, her face, her personality, everything about her I’m in love with

I kiss her neck and play with her nipples, while I fuck her good

I feel her tighten on me and I know she’s gonna cum

“Yeah baby. Do it. Cum on my cock baby girl”, I growl

“Fuck Yoongi!”, she shouts

Her legs start shaking when she orgasms

Her pussy pulsates on my cock, clenching me tightly, letting go and clenching again

It feels phenomenal

I could cum but I hold back

I want to make her orgasm more

When she finishes I push her back on the table and move her so her whole body is on the table

Then I climb on it too

“Open your pretty legs baby”, I ask

She smirks and slowly opens them

I suck in my breath, looking at her perfect pussy

Wrapping one of her legs around me and holding the other open, I thrust in and start moving hard

“Yes Yoongi, oh my god yes!”

Pleasure explodes on my body

God, I never felt this way during sex

It’s never been this good, this mind blowing

She yells at every slam, her hands in her hair and eyes closed as I give her pleasure

She’s almost ready

A few more slams and she’s gonna explode

And I never wanted something so much in that moment

“C'mon baby. Cum on me”, I urge

I slam her a few more times and she climaxes, screaming my name and her whole body shaking

Fuck, she’s so fucking gorgeous when she cums

I love watching her

Fucking her through her orgasm, I lay on her and kiss her

Her arms go around my neck and she kisses me back passionately

I move my hand up and down her side, her trembling as my fingers trail over her skin

“Yoongi, oh Yoongi. I love you in me”, she moans, kissing my neck

“Fuck Joanne. I love being inside you. You were made for me”, I whisper

She nods

“And I was made for you”, I add

“Yes Yoongi, yes. You’re perfect for me. You fit so well inside me. I don’t want you to leave”, she cries

“I won’t baby. I’ll stay as long as you want. I don’t want to leave either”

She moans and I feel her lift her hips and meets my thrusts, making me go deeper

“Jesus”, I gasp

“Yoongi baby, make me cum baby. I want to cum again”, she asks whimpering

“Yeah baby. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll make you cum so good baby girl”

She moans while I move faster

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Namjoon POV

I stand in the slightly open doorway my mouth dropped to the floor

I just walked in on Yoongi having sex with Joanne

Our make up artist

When I got back to the room where we were getting ready, the guys asked me where Yoongi was

They told me he went to look for me and he never came back

Then they said I should find him since he went to find me

As I walked in the hall, I heard moaning and yelling

Opening the door I thought the sounds were coming from, I was hit with the sight of Yoongi and Joanne

Is this how he felt when he walked in on me?

They didn’t even hear the door open, they’re so into each other, kissing and hands touching all over their bodies while they have sex

“More Yoongi. Harder”, she moans

“Anything for you Jo”, he answers

I can’t

I’ve never seen two people that into each other

Almost like they love each other

Jealousy flares

I’ve never been that into someone and I want that

I want to feel that

Yoongi’s hand goes to her ass, cupping and holding it, pulling her to him more

Her body starts shaking and her head goes back against the table, her eyes closed

“Yoongi, fuck yes, Yoongi”, she screams

Holy shit, she came

“Yeah baby. Good girl”, Yoongi murmurs while she shouts in pleasure, “Fuck I love when you cum on me”

Oh my god

I need to fucking leave

Yoongi kisses her passionately and she kisses him back just as passionately, again making jealousy flare through me

“You want more Jo? I want to give you more baby”, Yoongi asks

“Yes Yoongi. I want you. I’ll never have enough of you”, she answers

“Good baby. Because I’ll never get enough of you either”

Wait, are they in love?

They’re acting like it

Yoongi moves off her, grabbing her legs and sliding her down and off the table

He turns her around and bends her over the table

She stands opening her legs and he goes back in her

“Fuck!”, she screams

I need to leave right now

They still don’t know I’m here

I softly close the door and make my way to the bathroom

Because I’m fucking hard and I need to fix that

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After I take care of my hard on, I go back to the room where the guys are

“You didn’t find him?”, Hobi asks

“Uh..no I did”, I answer, turning red

“Is he coming?”, Jimin asks

He has no idea how ironic that sentence is

“Uh no. I didn’t talk to him”

“Why not? I want to go home!”, Jin whines

“He’s uh busy”

“Doing what? I’m gonna go find him and tell him to hurry the fuck up”, Jungkook says angrily

“No! Don’t”, I yell

They all look at me wide eyed

“Why?”, Tae asks

“He’s uh….he’s….”

Fuck what do I say?

“What? If you don’t spit it out then I’m going to go look for him”, Jungkook threatens

“He’s, uh, fuck, he’s having sex”, I answer, my face heating up

“WHAT?”, Jin yells

“Yeah I uh walked in on him”

“Oh that’s priceless! He walked in on you and now you did it to him”, Jimin burst out laughing

“It’s not funny”

“Yeah it is”, Jungkook laughs

“Did he yell at you?”, Tae asks

“Uh no. He didn’t even notice I was there. They were so into each other, they didn’t hear the door open”

“What? Who is he with?”, Jin asks, shocked

“Yeah uh, he’s with Joanne”, I answer

Silence

“Joanne? Our makeup artist?”, Jungkook gasps

“About time”, Hobi answers

All of us snap our gaze to him

“What?”, I ask

“He’s in love with her. For the last two years.”

“How do you know?”, Tae questions

“He told me and you have to be blind to not see how he acts around her. Or how she acts around him. I told him she loves him or at least likes him but he doesn’t believe me”

Well I guess I’m blind because I didn’t see shit

“I think she loves him too”, I bring up

“Really? Why do you say that?”, Jimin asks

“Because of the way they were together. The way they touched each other, kissed each other, what they were saying to each other. And like I said, they were in their own world. I’ve never seen two people that into each other.”

“Damn. If she loves him too, he’s lucky”, Jin answers

“He is?”, Jungkook asks confused

“Yeah. Don’t you want that? Someone who loves you and only sees you? Someone who wants you that much? If she feels that way for him, he’s incredibly lucky”

He is, I realize

“Yeah, I was jealous when I saw them. I’ve never been that into someone and I want to know what that feels like.”, I answer

“We all do”, Jin answers

“Ok but what, now we have to wait for him?”, Tae whines bluntly

“Yes”, Hobi snaps, “Don’t fucking ruin this for him. He’s been wanting her for a long time. And if she loves him, then she’s wanted him just as much. Leave them alone”

I sigh

I guess we should

If he loves her and finally got her then we should be happy for them

We can wait awhile more

I sit down, take out my phone and start playing a game

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Yoongi POV

Bending her over the table, she opens her legs and I slam into her

“Fuck”, she yells

Moving hard again, I slam her over and over

I lift up one of her legs, giving me more access and letting me get deeper

Thrusting again, I hit her spot and she screams so loudly

Holy shit, yes

I slam her there again and she screams, “Yes Yoongi. Right there baby. Please”

“Yeah baby. I’ll give it to you there”, I assure her, making sure I hit that spot every time I move

She cums out of nowhere, screaming loudly

I watch her white creamy cum cover my cock

Oh my god

This just makes her so much more hotter and I’m fucking happy

Happy that my girl cums like this

“Jesus Jo. Your creamy cum is amazing baby. Covering my cock, making such a big pretty mess”

She just moans, pleasure all over her face

“I want it again”, I demand, slamming her spot over and over

“Yoongi, god, Yoongi baby, fuck”

“Give it to me baby. I want your cum all over my cock. Please baby”

“Yes Yoongi, yes”

I slam into her hard and she tightens on me, orgasming again

Her cum flows on my cock and with every thrust, more covering me

I moan from the sight

I want more

Still fucking her while she orgasms, another one hits her flowing from the first one

“Yoongi oh my fuck!”

“Yeah baby, keep going”, I demand

Slamming her spot again, she explodes again, screaming incoherently

Yes

I love that I can make her feel this good and make her cum over and over

“Baby girl, more”

“Yoongi, I can’t-”

“Yeah you can jagi. Don’t you want it?”

“Yes Yoongi, I want it so much”

“Then cum for me again baby girl”, I plead

“Yes Yoongi”, she cries, coming again

She moves and I fall out of her

Huh? Why did she..

She turns and kisses me, pushing me backward

My legs hit the couch and she pushes me on it, making me sit

She climbs on me and whispers, “Now it’s my turn to fuck you so good baby boy. Just enjoy everything”

Oh god

She slides down my shaft and I gasp

Going inside her feels so good every time

Every. Fucking. Time.

She starts moving on me, up and down, slamming harder every time she goes down

She moves her hips around and kisses me while she fucks me

Then she leans back, her hands on my legs and slams hard, giving me a good view of her fucking me

The pure pleasure is driving me crazy

I lean forward, my hands slide up her back and hold her against me

Her bouncing gets faster and so hard

She moves up and I feel her tighten on my head before she slides back down

“Holy shit”, I yell

Oh god, it feels so good

She keeps herself tight on me as she moves, sweat slicking her body

The pleasure increases so much and I just watch her ride me

The way she moves on me is so fucking sexy

I move my hands on her breasts and squeeze them

“Lick baby boy. You can lick and suck on me while I fuck you”

Oh god, she’s fucking incredible

I latch onto one of her nipples and suck on it

I feel her pussy flood my cock with more of her juice

“Baby boy. I fucking love your tongue. You’re so good with it”

I moan and switch to her other nipple

“And you’re cock baby. God it’s so good. I love being on you. You’re so fucking amazing Yoongi. Every part of you”, she praises

Hearing her words just makes me love her more

No one has ever said things like this to me

Not during sex or after

She’s made me feel so good with her mouth, her hand, her pussy and her fucking words.

I want her

I want her to be mine

“Yoongi baby, cum. You’ve been such a good boy baby. I want you to cum”

Fuck me, I didn’t realize how much I like being called a good boy

Normally I don’t like it but with her I want nothing more than for her to keep calling me that

She can call me anything she wants and I know I’ll love it

“You first jagi”, I manage to answer, “I want you to make me cum by you coming on me”

“Anything for you Yoongi”

God, she’s the best

I’m never letting her go

I can’t

She slams herself harder and harder until I feel her snap and she releases all over me, squeezing my cock so fucking tightly and still moving

Her whole body shakes hard, her eyes close and her back arches so much that I have to hold her up so she doesn’t fall back

“Yoongi!”, she screams at the top of her lungs

I can’t take it- holding her on me, I cum inside her, the hardest I ever have in my life

I feel my body shake too and I squeeze my eyes closed, just feeling her and screaming her name

I don’t care who hears me

“Joanne!, oh god Joanne!”

She keeps fucking me while I cum making my orgasm last longer

When I finish, she pushes my sweaty hair from my face and kisses me gently and lovingly

After the kiss, she moves to get off me but I hold her in place

“Wait”, I request

I need to tell her

I can’t be without her, not after this

I want her to be mine

I want to kiss her anytime I want, hold her hand anytime, hug her, hold her and just be with her

“Joanne, be mine”, I ask

Her eyes widen, “What?”

“I love you. I’m so fucking in love with you Joanne. I’ve never loved anything as much as I love you”, I confess, “I want you to be mine. You’re all I think about all day. You’re all I’ve wanted for so long. Today has been the best day of my life and we only had sex. I want other days to be the best days of my life just by kiss you or holding you or taking a nap with you. I want to take you out and tell everyone in the world you’re mine. I just want you. I never wanted anything as much as I want you. Only you.”

I’m so scared of her response

But she smiles at me and says, “Yes Yoongi. Yes. I want you.”

Happiness bursts in my heart

“You….You do?”, I ask

“Yoongi, I’ve been in love with you before I met you. I was and still am an ARMY and I fell for you as much as I could without knowing you. Then when I got this job I was so excited because I’d get to be around you and the guys. I never thought you’d ever feel like I do, so I was just happy to be your friend. I was never going to tell you how I feel. I didn’t take this job to get you. I just wanted to be around you. And that was enough for me. I want you to be happy with whoever you love. I never thought you would ever love me.”

I’m blown away

She loves me and was just happy being around me

She didn’t try to get me

She loves me and was never going to tell me

That makes me love her so much more

Because she was going to let me love who I wanted, even if it wasn’t her

She was willing to watch me be with someone else and not say a word

She’s incredible

“It is you Joanne. I love you. For the last two years, I loved you and I was so scared to say anything. I didn’t think you’d love me either. Or want to be with me. Who wants to be with an idol? With my schedule, how busy I always am.”

“Me Yoongi. I want to be with you. I don’t care about you being an idol. While I love Suga, I want Yoongi. Suga is just one part of you. One part of Yoongi. And I want all of you”, she says

I’m so touched at her words

She really wants me

“Can you really be mine Jo? Please? I swear I’ll make time for you. I swear I’ll love you and show you how important you are to me. Because you are Jo. You are.”

“Yes Yoongi. Yes baby. I love you”, she answers, then kisses me, her arms around my neck

I wrap my arms around her, kissing her back and feeling so happy

I got the girl of my dreams

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I walk back into the room where the guys are

With her

Her hand laced with mine

I don’t care who sees

She’s finally mine and I want everyone to know

“About fucking time”, Jungkook yells

“Yeah we’ve been waiting for over an hour”, Tae rolls his eyes

“Uh what?”, I ask confused

“Namjoon saw you two together and we’ve been waiting for you”, Jimin explains

“Oh my god”, I hear her gasp and hide her face in my arm

“You what?”, I yell

“It was an accident! I went to find you so we can leave and I saw you two together”, he answers

“Why did you tell them?”, I shout

Why would he tell them this?

“Because Jungkook was going to find you when I said I didn’t talk to you and tell you we’re leaving. I didn’t want anyone to walk in on you so I told them”, he explains

Fuck

This is not how I was planning to tell them about her or how I wanted to spend the first day with my girlfriend

“It’s not a big deal Yoongi. It was an accident. It’s not worth getting upset over”, Hobi says

It’s not worth getting upset?

Is he kidding?

Namjoon saw her naked

And he bit my head off when I walked in on him

“I’m sorry Yoongi. It was an accident. I’m sorry Joanne”, Namjoon apologizes

“It’s ok”, she says quietly

What?

“Jo-”

“Baby can we just let it go? I don’t want to think about it anymore. I just want to forget that he saw. I just want to spend time with you”, she asks

She’s right

I should just let it go

I just want to be with her right now

I’ll yell at him later, if I’m still upset

“Ok baby. Whatever you want”

She smiles and I lean down, catching her lips in a kiss

When I look back at the guys, Hobi says, “I guess you two are together now?”

She nods, “I love him”

Hobi throws an “I told you so”, look my way

“Told you”, he says

“Yeah yeah whatever”, I mumble

She giggles and it’s the cutest thing in the world

“Can we go now?”, Jimin whines

“Yeah let’s go”, Namjoon says getting up.

“You coming Jo?”, Hobi asks

“Yes”, she nods, her hand squeezing mine

Leaving the room, I walk with her to the exit

She pulls back and I turn to her confused

“What's wrong?”, I ask

“We’re going outside together? Don’t you have to hide our relationship? People will see us.”

“Jagi, I don’t care. I love you and I’m not hiding you. I could give less of a shit if people are unhappy that I have a girlfriend. You make me happy and you love me. That’s all that matters”

She gives me the biggest beautiful smile

“Ok Yoongi”

We walk to the door and go outside

Of course there’s some media outside

They always know where we are and it’s so fucking annoying

“Suga! Whose that girl?”, one of them yells as we walk by

“Why are you holding her hand?”

“What is her name?”

I stop walking and turn to her

She looks up at me, confused

I lean down and kiss her in a searing passionate kiss

She throws her arms around me as I wrap mine around her waist, pulling her closer

Flashes go off and I know pictures and videos are being taken

I don’t care

After the kiss, I stand there, holding her and looking in her gorgeous brown eyes

I move some hair from her face

“I love you”, I say loud enough that they can hear but not screaming it

“I love you”, she answers back smiling at me

I smile back and give her a gentle kiss

More questions are being yelled at me but I ignore them

I gave them an answer, everyone knows she’s mine

Then letting her go, I take her hand and walk with her to the car

[darlingmbappe]

Revenge Gift | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

— Click here for part 2! —

Summary: When Kylian leaves you high and dry, you decide on a leaving him a little revenge gift.

Warnings: Making out, sexy pictures, teasing, cussing, English is not my first language

Kylian was so happy to see you when you came over today. His face lit up the second he saw you, pulling you in for a long and deep kiss. You both had the afternoon off — a rare occurrence for your never ending clashing schedules — and these past couple of weeks have been especially busy. Working on a project in its preproduction stage comes a lot of late nights and even later mornings. Kylian turns in early and is up at the ass crack of dawn.

Besides the cheeky texts you’ve been sending back and forth, you two hadn’t had a chance to be intimate in a while. Quality time has been at an all time low, probably three weeks had passed since you’ve touched each other in that way. So, imagine how eager you two were when you quickly made it up to his bedroom.

“I fucking miss you,” he breathes between kisses on your exposed neck. You hum in response, too lost in feeling his bare chest against your skin to properly tell him you fucking miss him too. “You drive me crazy when you send me those sexy pictures.” Your hips grind against him while you sat on his lap, earning huffs and low moans from your boyfriend.

He played with the straps of your bra before losing them, following with a trail of kisses on your shoulder.

You huff out a laugh. “How do you think I feel when you send me thirst traps from the locker room, huh?”

Any other time he would deny that they were thirst traps and that you were just thirsty for him, but he only has one thing in mind right now. He reaches behind your back and begins playing with the clasp of your bra, a part he (shamefully) always struggles with. “Why don’t they use Velcro for these things?” He grumbled.

You giggle at him, reaching back to do it yourself. He sits back on the bed and prepares himself to just watch you, his eyes dark with lust and need. Just before you were able to unhook it, his phone starts ringing.

“Shit, sorry.” He reached for it on the nightstand. “Thought I turned that off.” Kylian looks at the caller ID and winces, looking up at you with I’m sorry eyes.

You shrug and drop your arms from your back, disappointed but understanding. “Go ahead, take it.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeats before sliding the answer button, immediately sounding annoyed with the caller. You crawl off his lap and make yourself comfortable on the open side of the bed, waiting for him to do something about the throbbing in your core. “What? Today?” He exclaims, jumping out of the bed and begins looking for his something to put on. “I thought it was next week, why didn’t you text me?” He pulls the phone down from his mouth and mouths another ‘I’m sorry’ before putting his clothes back on.

He ends the call with frustration, turning to you with the face of the guiltiest man alive. You roll your eyes and huff, but ultimately realize that this is something he has to do, or else he sure as hell wouldn’t be leaving you alone in his bed right before you were about to get naked. “Go.” You force a little grin out for both your sakes.

“You know I wouldn’t leave if I didn’t have to—”

“I know, Ky. It’s okay, go.” You’re used to forcing the good sport attitude. It was a package deal while dating someone like Kylian.

“Please be here when I come back.” He begs, putting a baseball cap on and a T-shirt.

You stand up, trudging over to him and wrapping a loose hug around his waist. “If you’re back before six…”

He hugs you back, kissing you sweetly. “I’ll try my best, amour.”

You kiss him quickly before shoving him toward the door, his gaze lingered on your bare body for a long second, tutting and cursing under his breath, then forcing himself out of the house.

Once he left, you put on some comfy clothes, made some tea, and began watching a movie in his living room. It wasn’t even two hours later when you phone binged — a message from Kylian.

Kyks <3: what’s the latest you can stay over?

You immediately respond back

You: No later than 6:15

You watched the three bubbles appear before his response.

Kyks <3: fuuuuuuuucccckkk :,(

You frown, realizing that your day with Kylian wasn’t happening.

Kyks <3: I’m sorry amour, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.

Kyks <3: I love you

You: I know you will

You: and I love you too

With a long huff, you stand up and decide to just grab your things and go to your place before you had to head out to work, maybe change into a less itchy bra.

As you walked around kylians room to double check that you grabbed everything, a small black and white object on his dresser caught your eye — his Polaroid camera.

Interesting.

He was obsessed with it for a couple weeks before completly forgetting about it, leaving it to collect dust in his room. Picking it up, you saw he had three photos left in it, and you had a plan brewing. A small form of payback, if you will.

Shuffling back out of your clothes, you propped yourself on his bed, the camera lying next to you. Kylian had yet to see this set in full, so you might as well let him know what he walked out on.

With a quick reposition, you laid down on his silk pillows, squeezed your boobs together to create more cleavage, putting your hand lazily near your mouth.

Snap!

Next, you sat up on your knees, opening your thighs slightly to give him a better view of the black lace that was sewn on mesh at the middle, angling the lens downward at your body.

Snap!

With only one more left in the roll, you decide to show him a little more skin. Taking off your bra, you toss it aside, covering your nipples with your arm. Once you figure out the pose, you snap the last picture.

You put the developing pictures next to each other and shuffle back into your sweatpants and tank top.

Damn, you thought when they were funny developed. You looked so hot. You displayed them nearly on top of his pillow. Now that your satisfied with your teasing revenge, you gather your things and head home.

Around 8:30, the writers room was very unproductive. Everyone had all hit a wall and was out of ideas for the time being. Bouncing off one another felt pointless and everyone was a little frustrated. Usually while at work, your phone was on focus mode so you didn’t get off track, but you had resorted to playing a racing game while hoping inspiration for the script would drop from the sky. Just when you were about to beat your high score, you got a buzz in your phone with a message from your boyfriend. Then another. And another…

Kyks <3: you cannot do this to me right now baby

Kyks <3: you’re evil

Kyks <3: fuuuuccckk bebe I need you to come over right now

Kyks <3: I’m serious. U fucking tease

You bit back a laugh, wishing you could see his reaction in person.

You: I take it you like the pictures?

Kyks <3: I will pay you double whatever you make today if you leave work right now

This time you giggle out loud, catching the attention of your co-writers.

“Sorry,” you said through blushing cheeks. As you were about to put your phone down, you got another buzz. Though you thought about ignoring it, you decided to take a quick peek.

Holy shit.

Your extremely sexy boyfriend had taken a photo for you and you had to physically stop yourself from drooling, your face flushing with color as you took in the picture on your screen. The phone was now held close to your chest just in case anyone was peaking over your shoulder and saw the filthy shot.

His abs we’re on full display — he snapped the shot from his perspective as he laid down in his bed, a white towel hung low on his hips. Your Polaroids were splayed out across his covered leg and his hand covered his groin, large fingers wrapped around his covered member, showing off his perfect outline.

Kyks <3: I’m I gonna have to take care of myself? :(

Without thinking, you wrote back.

You: don’t you dare.

“You guys don’t need me tonight, right?” Your voice cracked. None of your coworkers said anything, just looked at you with a face that screamed ‘seriously?’ “Pleeease, you guys? I swear I’ll come in on Monday with donuts from Azúcar.”

That promise was enough for them to be okay with you leaving early. You texted Kylian back as soon as you gathered your things.

You: be there in 20

He took no time replying.

Kyks <3: counting down the seconds

—Requests are open for Kylian Mbappé!—

[rdng1230]

Any SalTommy headcanons?

Thanks for the ask I have literally So many! ok I’m putting these into categories. The first is happy fluffy fun, the second and third is something I’ll probably have to discuss in therapy next week 🙃. For reals, I almost deleted those last paragraphs because here this nice person has come to my ask box and my brain has decided to reciprocate with the most hurt no comfort shit it’s ever concocted. Ok happy stuff first!

Saltommy as besties:

they are attached at the hip and their two favorite activities are Muay Thai and action movie marathons. At some point they get overly into the Guy Ritchie British gangster type movies and Hen has to institute a “stupid British accent” jar for the two of them.

Tommy and Sal don’t hang out that often once they leave the 118. But Tommy is ride or die for Sal’s daughter. He’s the fun uncle that isn’t constantly there but when he is he does something insanely awesome like build her a treehouse or a bottle cannon or something.

The reason Gina dragged Sal to twilight was because she is bisexual and just as into Kristen Stewart as he is. When Tommy *finally* comes out it’s actually Sal that suggests Gina take Tommy to his first pride. Sal stays at home with his daughter so Tommy and Gina end up having a very fun and alcohol filled night a la the bachelor party that wasn’t. (goddammit I think I just gave myself another fic in the series to write.)

k well that’s enough happiness this is about to get insanely angsty for no fucking reason besides apparently that my brain wants me to suffer today. If your brain does not desire to feed the angst demon inside of you, for the love of god stop reading now. I will NOT be offended because I wrote the damn thing and I think I took it too far. Also it gets a lil NSFW from here.

Evil toxic fucked up Saltommy:

Tommy’s fucked up dad and then fucked up army superiors and then fucked up captain Gerrard taught tommy he was safer following the big tough guy. He knows Sal is bad for him, knows Sal doesn’t love him, but he figures being useful is good enough when he knows he won’t be wanted. He lets Sal take more than he should, usually discreet hand/blowjobs in the showers or broom closet (yeah the metaphor isn’t lost on him)

They have a horrible call where the one person they did manage to rescue suddenly codes in the ambulance. A version of Sal that Tommy’s never seen before shows up at Tommy’s house. It’s the only time Sal ever lets Tommy fuck him and after it’s over, Tommy holds him and runs his hand through Sal’s hair. They fall asleep together but when Tommy wakes up Sal is long gone. The following week Sal is absolutely vicious to everyone. He ends up getting hurt and Tommy patches him up. As Tommy sterilizes a wound just above his eye, Sal grabs his arm and stares at him. It’s an apology, and it’s also an ending. Tommy still follows Sal, always one pace behind, but they’re never intimate again.

Idk I guess doomed lovers Saltommy? Sal’s not as much of a monster but they’re still not healthy:

There’s always a heat to Tommy and Sal’s banter and Tommy genuinely wonders if someday Sal might tip them into something more. One of the 118 probies dies and Sal on some level believes it’s his fault. The night of the probies funeral Sal’s just numb and Tommy suggests Sal crash his couch. Tommy hates seeing Sal in pain like that and hovers in front of the bedroom door wondering if he should go to him. He’s shocked when Sal opens the door and suddenly they’re in Tommy’s bed. He’s surprised by how cuddly Sal is. (And if you’re like hey that sounds a bit like Booth & Brennan shhhhh you saw nothing)

after that they start sneaking around. At this point Gerrard is gone and they’re in the revolving door of captains stage. Tommy starts talking about potentially telling Hen and Chim, and Sal just knows deep in his gut that Tommy is the braver of the two of them, and Sal won’t be ready in the time Tommy needs him to be. Sal starts picking fights hoping Tommy will run off on his own. Eventually they do stop seeing each other romantically but Tommy’s still so *close* it’s driving Sal insane. He wants to run away with him and he wants to run away from him at the same time. When Bobby shows up and doesn’t know his ass from his elbow a lot of the time, Sal let’s all that anger and tension bubble up, on some level he knows he can’t bring himself to leave Tommy, so he pushes Bobby into sending him away by force.

After he moves to the 122 he buries himself in the work. He makes captain, even starts dating men, but still in the shadows. He hears through the grapevine that Tommy is dating the 118’s hotshot. He sees a photo of Tommy and Buck at the medal ceremony in the morning paper, looking so obviously head over heels for one another, and it’s the first and only sick day as a captain he ever takes.

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Act two

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort but not really, Ophelia is trash, Larissa is bbygirl, lesbians being lesbians, awkward

Pt1: Andromeda

Larissa awaited as the parents rolled in, she greeted each with a smile before she saw Andromeda and Wednesday walking. Her breath caught in her throat you were still just as gorgeous as you had been during your time at Nevermore.

You smiled softly once you caught sight of the blonde, the girls rolling their eyes Larissa was quick to make an appearance. “Y/n, It’s been forever but I’m so glad to see you again” her eyes sparkled never once dimming with Morticia’s side comments.

“Likewise Larissa” your voice was soft as your hands rested on the girl’s shoulders “It’s been too long” it was becoming awkward. Morticia cleared her throat “moving along with the pleasantries the girls had something they wanted to show us”.

Gomez nodded like a lost dog, “well I guess I’ll see you later” you nodded before Andromeda had dragged you off in tow of Wednesday. Larissa was surprised not to have Ophelia with you but she noted the wedding rings on your necklace.

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You didn’t see much of the blonde during the day until after dark, you stood on the dock where you both would once sit watching the stars. “I see you kept your promise” Larissa called as she neared closer, her eyes shining in the dim light.

“I wasn’t going to name Andy that at first but Ophelia insisted it” you sighed not turning around “you never came to the wedding”. Larissa’s brows furrowed “Wedding? Y/n/n I was never invited to a wedding” she spoke softly as stood by your side “I wrote out the invitations and Ophelia sent them out” .

“I’m telling you that I never got an invite but maybe it’s best I hadn’t gone” she breathed out looking down at you “why’s that?” You asked almost sadly. “I probably would’ve tried to stop the wedding” Larissa shrugged, you didn’t know how to feel before the blonde pulled you to sit with her.

“You couldn’t have Morticia so would go after Ophelia?” You scoffed you were angry but you weren’t understanding the underlining of Larissa’s words. “It was never about them Y/n” her hand found your thigh “sure I had chased after Morticia at one stage but she wasn’t as gorgeous as you, she didn’t make my breath catch and words disappear she wasn’t you”.

You turned to face the woman “I was in love with you but I knew I would never stand a chance, I never stood a chance with Tish either but… it was you who I had wanted. Ophelia knew that hell everyone besides you knew, but I was a coward then and the night I asked you to the Raven I knew it was a loss and I was too late”

“Ophelia had won the girl we were both fighting for, while I took lessons from Morticia she buttered you up. I was scared of rejection because who in their right mind would even date me” she laughed but it wasn’t humorous. “Me” you stated looking at her with tears in her eyes “Larissa I had loved you and I told you that night but it wasn’t the same anymore, I thought I was- that you wanted Morticia because oh god” you cried. “I had hated myself and you were so gorgeous and Tish was stunning but now my life has fallen to shit Lissa” you sobbed breaking the blondes heart.

“What do you do when pretty isn’t pretty enough?”

“Ophelia didn’t love me at first but we made it work after we had Andy, we fell in and out of love for many years until she passed” Larissa pulled you into her side “I’m sorry for your loss” she whispered kissing your head. “It’s okay, I’m sorry for rambling” you blinked tears away “it’s nothing really” Larissa smiled before her eyes glimmered.

You both sat silently for a moment “would you like to go to the wethervane tomorrow? I believe I still owe you that date” you nodded softly as you leaned into her warmth.

The next day you both delved deeper into your lives from since you had left Nevermore, Ophelia had been a doctor and you were now a writer. While Larissa had gone to Cambridge and then set a new start at Nevermore, you had gotta married young and had Andromeda not long after. Larissa never married or had children, that was a life she only saw with you she told herself what a dream to come home every day to a family and you more so.

Larissa’s gaze never wavered the entire morning as you spoke “would you do it again?” She asked softly “I wouldn’t have Andromeda otherwise” you shrugged with a sad smile. “She’s everything to me, the good and bad. I wouldn’t know a life without her she’s my girl”.

The blonde nodded along “although I did often wonder what it would have been like if I never married Ophelia. If I accepted your request to the Raven would I still have Andy I was so hurt, Lissy. You really hurt me and I let you willingly carve my heart like it was clay, I love you Larissa I really do- did but it didn’t stop my fantasies”

"I often wondered too, if I had swallowed my fears and asked you from the start would we be here? sitting so closely at the wethervane as if the years hadn't passed us. would we have children of our own or would you become that famous ballerina you had dreamed of being, I paid attention even when you thought I wasn't like when you changed from glasses to contacts. I prefer the glasses they seemed more natural and I got to see your hands more as they adjusted them. I listened to every career choice you had over the years and although I want to change the outlook of normies and outcasts a very selfish part of me"

Larissa swallowed hard "Made me stay at Nevermore hoping that you would have a child it didn't matter who with as long as I would get to see you one last time". You looked at her with tears in your eyes but a goofy grin "You're the principal Larissa, you could've just held a reunion but you truly are the sweetest soul I have ever met and I'm sorry I didn't try to reach out my geeky girl".

"Do you think we could ever try again?" she asked with a light blush as she ducked her head slightly "Slowly but surely"

[pedritosgirl2000]

Mister Fantastic

Reed Richards x f!reader

Omg it’s finally here!!! My first little drabble finally leaves the work in progress stage.

Pedro was finally confirmed as Reed Richards today and I just had the thought of him pulling you back with his stretchy arm into a hug and this was born.

Warning: angst (not all the way), fluff, cute shit, reader has no description, no use of y/n

Count: ~2.2k

Not proof read sorry not sorry k enjoy~

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You were crying, trying to just leave. You wanted to leave so badly but your legs just couldn't move.

"Tell me you don't love me... just tell me that." He whispers, standing just a few feet away from you.

"Reed..." Your voice cracks as you could barely get the sound out. Being with him was difficult, terrifying. You were in love with a superhero that risked his life every day and, although commendable and brave of him, you saw him almost die today and that was enough for you.

The romance you had built, the relationship, it started out in the strangest way. You were actually Sue Storm's best friend, at least you were until her ego took a hit from those powers they all got during that accident. You always wanted to get close to Reed, ever since you first met him. Sue got to him first though and you just let it be.

You had to force your feelings down for who-knows-how-long. Seeing them love each other, be so disgustingly in love. Then, she was the one who broke things off. She couldn't handle competing with his work. He was married to his job and she couldn't accept that.

You aren't a scientist, you work in marketing for a tech company but you're nowhere near as smart as he is. You would find him in his lab, working away into the late night hours. You were always so quiet when the break-up first happened, tiptoeing around him because you could tell it took a toll on him. You'd visit just for the company. You lived alone in an apartment complex, paying a bit too much for what it was worth.

You started to bring him a small coffee when you had the time to stop at the cafe next to the building. He wouldn't mind you being there, since all you did was sit and work on other projects.

Over the time you saw him heal, conversations would pop up on those late nights. You'd ask questions about all his work and he would try to simplify it so you could understand, comparing it to other things and just making it easy. You'd find yourself staring whenever he would go off on his tangents, admiring how he got so passionate when talking about his work.

You two started to hang out outside of the group. Sue and him kept things professional for work and still remained somewhat friends. It got easier as time went on. She noticed you two starting to be alone more and you were aware of the girl code but she was the one who left him. She would tell you how she doesn't love him the way she did anymore, how she was completely moved on. She also saw the way you'd look at him and understood, so she didn't say anything when you two started to see each other.

The first date was a mess, you were running late getting ready because work had kept you longer than scheduled, the restaurant messing up the dinner reservation, his car breaking down when he drove you home. It started raining right when the engine started to make a weird noise. You two had pulled over on the side of the road and waited for the tow. You laughed at the situation, seeing how it was all going downhill so quickly. He looks at you and you could've sworn, you saw the stars in his eyes when you looked back.

"Are you laughing at our misery?" He asks in a joking tone, obviously finding this funny as well.

You smile brightly, taking a good look at his face before nodding. "The universe wanted to give us a night to remember." You whisper softly, quickly getting lost in his eyes. The silence that filled the car was comforting. Nobody needed to speak to know what you both wanted at that moment. The only sound was the soft pitter-patter of the rain on the car. He leaned in slower than anything, cautious that he might be reading all these signals incorrectly. Your smile reassured him that he was doing everything right.

"Just fucking kiss me, Richards..." You whisper before leaning in to press your lips to his. His lips moved slowly but you could tell he held back. He wanted to pull you over that center console and hold you in his arms. You smile against his lips as one hand reaches up, gently being placed on your jaw to hold you. It felt like you two were like this for hours but when you finally pulled away, only a few minutes had passed.

The tow arrived not long after that. They managed to restart the battery and send you two on your way. You invited him in for a glass of wine and he ended up staying the night. Nothing happened but you were pleased to find him passed out and snoring slightly next to you the next morning.

From that point on, everything just got better for the both of you. Your late visits to his lab turned into little date nights in the lab. Your apartment became less lonely, as did his. It was fun to be around the group, especially Ben who was waiting for it to happen. He made a bet with Johnny that you two would get together, and Johnny ended up owing him $20.

Everything was perfect, and then you saw him go to space.

You thought your world had ended when you heard about the accident. Your life, everything you had with him, it all flashed before you when you were told. You didn't know if he was alive, only that there was an explosion and he was being treated, but no word on his condition. The officers talked to you but you just stood there in complete silence, the warmth and color from your body completely leaving you.

You felt like throwing up when you heard he was in the hospital being operated on. You were taken there, nearly carried because you just felt useless, frozen. Sitting in complete silence in the waiting room, you didn't trust your stomach to eat or drink anything. There was news about the others, they were in stable condition and recovering. You went to visit Sue in the meantime, thinking she might be able to help calm your nerves while you waited for something. You two sat in mostly silence as she felt your anxiousness.

"He'll be okay. If we survived, he will too." She says softly, just earning a small nod from you.

The doctor found you, you were asleep on the chair in Sue's hospital room. Hearing that he was alive and stable, you made a run to his room and found him asleep, wires hooked up to him everywhere.

You were there when he woke up, holding his hand and asleep on the most uncomfortable chair ever but you managed. He stared at you, wanting to tell you that he loved you right at that moment but the words couldn't come out. He lets you sleep, knowing you probably need it more than he does.

The discovery of his powers was scary for the both of you. Neither of you knew what was happening but all of the sudden, his limbs just began to stretch. At first, you were horrified, seeing parts of his face just droop to the floor like a horror film. You began to grow just more curious as time went by. His nights in the lab turned even longer as now he had himself to study. Susan and Johnny came to him upon the discovery of their powers, and then there was Ben. Ben hated the world for what he had become but Reed made life easier. Ben still hated being solid rock but Reed made things nicer with the special suits made to help with their powers. It controlled Johnny's body temperature, helped Sue blend in when she became invisible, molded to Ben's form, and stretched with his own body. You watched his brilliant mind create all of this, not knowing what the future now had in store for them.

Bringing it back to this moment, you were trying to leave. You waited for him in the lab, watching as he worked tirelessly on trying to help himself heal. The villain he faced today got too close to killing the man you love. You couldn't watch this anymore, you couldn't wake up to an empty bed. You two moved in together not too long ago and you wanted things to be like how they were. You missed his warmth, staying under the covers into the late morning before getting up and starting your days. You worked from home more often so you could catch him. The strain in your relationship became more apparent even if you chose to ignore it.

You look at him, tears in your eyes as you have had enough.

"I..." You can't get the sentence out because even if you leave him, you will spend the rest of your life devoting your love to him.

"I know... I know things are difficult right now but please... I need you more than anything. You are my support, my lifeline." Reed doesn't reach out to you but his words did. You could see him trying to hold back the tears, the complete destruction of emotions on his face.

"I can't see you almost die and have people expect me to be okay with it. Reed, you are everything to me. You are my world, my universe revolves around you. Don't go telling me that it shouldn't because no matter what, it will. I am so in love with you and I can't ever stop being in love with you. I hate you for making me love you so much... for allowing me to fall so damn hard." The tears stream down your cheeks again. It hurts you, thinking of being away from him. But it hurt you even more to think about him dying.

"What do you want me to do?" He asks, his big brown eyes looking so sad. You loved those the most about him, his eyes. You couldn't count how many times you've gotten lost in them. "Please let me fix this. Let me fix us." He whispers softly when he doesn't get a response from you.

The silence hits again, but this one was much different than the others you've experienced with him. There was negative tension, anxiousness and sadness. You saw desperation in his eyes unlike anything you've ever seen before.

He calls your name out softly, breaking the silence first. You look into his eyes and, before you know it, an arm is stretched out to you, his hand hooking around your waist and pulling you to him. You let him hold you because you know you can't leave. You're stuck here but you'll never complain.

"Let's work together... and fix our broken pieces..." He whispers softly, his words making you look up at him as your hands rest flat against his chest. "This new life... we need to adapt and I'm not going to let you go. I'm not going to let you leave. I need you to keep me strong." He says as he leans in to press his forehead to yours.

"You're Mister Fantastic. You don't need me to be strong." You say through the soft gasps from crying. He holds you a little tighter and there's another pause before he breaks it. "I need you. I'll always need you." He whispers almost breathlessly.

He whispers your name, making you look into his eyes again. You swore you almost whimpered out loud when you got lost once again.

You opened your mouth to speak, closing your eyes and softly exhaling before finally letting a sound out.

"I'll stay..." You finally get out as you look up at him again. He looked so relieved, holding you tight and hiding his face in your neck.

"I love you... more than anything." He breathes out into your skin. "Even more than physics?" You ask with a little smile, causing him to chuckle. "Even more than physics. Although physics-"

"Are you really going to debate your love for me and talk about physics?" You laugh as you pull away just enough to see him smiling.

"Okay, okay." He shakes his head and adjusts his hold on you.

"I love you more than anything... more than science, more than life itself. If I could configure the stars in your image, it still wouldn't be comparable to your beau-"

"Oh now you're just overexaggerating!" You laugh even more, smiling as he leans in to give you a soft, gentle kiss.

"I love you Mister Fantastic..." You whisper the second he pulls away.

"And I love you... future Mrs. Fantastic." He smirks, that playful look in his eyes making you roll yours.

You couldn't wait for the future with him, your Mister Fantastic.

[tomkaulitzssgirl]

Hii can I pls request Tom proposing to the reader and how he would get the band in on it? Omg and bills reaction to him saying he wants to get married please 🥹 thank you!!

The One With The Proposal | Tom Kaulitz

tom kept pacing back and forth in the small studio room, his head completely lost in thoughts. he kept rubbing his chin, anxiety filling his body.

bill looked at his twin brother suspiciously as he smoked a cigarette, he sensed something troubled him even before meeting him at the studio. twin things he guessed.

“tom, can you tell me what’s wrong?” he asked after some minutes, frustrated with how he was acting.

tom sighed stopping in his tracks, a small smile crept on his face before he started chuckling.

“nah, man, you lost it.” bill muttered shaking his head as he inhaled the smoke.

“n-no, i didn’t.” tom shook his head taking a deep breath in and exhaling, “it’s just that…i’m planning to ask y/n to marry me.” he blurted out.

bill choked on the smoke and coughed, looking at his brother like he was a crazy man. “yeah, you definitely lost it! what? you? married?”

tom kept a grin on his face as he nodded, “i swear i’m planning this huge thing! i want to propose to her infront of everyone on stage! make her cry and shit.”

bill’s jaw touched the ground, his brother was actually serious about this, and that scared him. tom was never good in relationships, hell he only had nightstands or dated someone for like a week before he met y/n.

and now he was here, talking about getting married.

suddenly excitement hit bill and he got up, “i’m gonna help you with everything! first of all, do you have a ring?”

tom nodded, “of course, it was expensive as hell but i didn’t care. for her i would spend everything i got.”

“do you want to put like a text on the big screen when you will ask her? like oh my god! let’s blindfold her and make her read it!” bill grabbed his arm as he talked about his idea with a light in his eyes, that was soon put out my tom.

“nah, the fuck? i will just interrupt the show and bring her over.” he shook his head as bill looked at him annoyed.

“my idea was better.” he whispered as tom left the studio.

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everything was perfect. everything was planned. tom was sweating as they got on stage. bill was the only one that knew about the plan.

y/n was behind the scenes, smiling happily as she watched him play his loved guitar. she loved the passion he had for their music, it was inspiring.

“and now…” bill started to speak as the song ended, looking over at tom.

“it’s my time to speak…” tom began to say, turning over to you with his arm stretched out.

you looked at him confused before feeling someone grab your arm. you turned around and smiled brightly at the sight of your friend, samuel. he worked for the band.

he began talking to you and telling you that he had to say something important and took you away from the spot.

“tom? tom?” bill kept calling him as he was just looking at you, fire in his eyes. bill saw what he was looking at, “oh shit.”

“fuck it.” tom mumbled turning around, “let’s play the next song alright?” he said into the mic making the crowd scream as bill started to introduce the song.

he hated him. he hated samuel. he saw how he looked at you, with lust in his eyes. he never liked him being around you.

when the show ended, bill touched his shoulder in support. tom just nodded, making him understand that he was alright but in reality he was pissed off.

bill explained everything to georg and gustav next.

“i think i saw her going with him.” gustav commented with a unsure look.

“yeah me too, i saw him bringing her there as we played.” georg agreed, whispering to bill so tom didn’t hear them.

tom got changed, putting on a random t-shirt and some sweatpants. “where the fuck is y/n?” he asked to nobody exactly as he walked around furiously.

as he walked, he heard your voice coming from the staff room. he stood behind the wall, listening to what you were saying.

“i-i’m sorry samuel but it isn’t reciprocated. i told you. i only love tom.” your voice was apologetic but also firm.

“what do you see in him anyways?” samuel spat out angrily, “he was a fuckboy before, that should make you think of how many girls he could be fucking behind your back.”

you gasped, your hand over your heart as he said that. “tom would never cheat on me! we are in a stable relationship. just get over this, i said no.”

“let’s see if you say no to this.” tom heard samuel say before he kissed you.

you tried to get away but couldn’t. tom immediately barged into the room and pushed him away from you, before getting on top of him and punching him over and over.

“tom! tom stop!” you screamed in tears before going to call everyone. on your own you couldn’t really do much, tom was stronger than you.

“tom! jetzt ist genug!” (now, stop!) bill yelled as him, georg and gustav took him away from samuel, who was now bleeding from his face.

people from the staff helped him up and carried him away.

you stared at tom in shock, he had never been this violent infront of you. sure you had seen him punch walls or throw stuff when he got mad (never when he argued with you), but you never saw him hit someone.

his hands were all bloody, dripping on the floor.

he was staring at you as if it was your fault.

“tom…i…” you tried to come closer to him so you could touch him, but he backed away, his nostrils flaring.

“shut the fuck up! i’m tired of this shit. i always told you i didn’t like him but you wanted to play friend with this bastard.” he shouted at you, making your eyes go wide, “i’m done. it’s done.”

you watched him get away from the guys’s grip violently before storming out, slamming the door when he arrived to his changing room.

you quietly started crying as you were shaking, before breaking down in sobs when bill hugged you.

georg and gustav came closer as well, stroking your back to comfort you.

“h-he broke up with me.” you sobbed into bill’s chest and he sighed, “he will change his mind. he’s just angry now.”

you hoped he was right.

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meanwhile tom was pacing in his room through the disaster he created by breaking things. pacing, just like he did in the morning, but this time it was out of anger.

anger and regret.

he regretted blaming it on you when he saw exactly that you were telling that asshole no.

but anger took over him and he didn’t reflect.

with a sigh, he sat down on the couch, taking his head in his hands. taking a cigarette out, he lighted it up, inhaling the toxic substance as he laid back.

suddenly, a knock on the door made him hope it was you, since he was too prideful to come look for you, but instead, bill, georg and gustav came in.

he rolled his eyes, not saying anything as he looked out of the window.

“a pleasure to see you too.” gustav sarcastically commented making georg chuckle, before faking a cough.

bill sighed, looking at the mess around him, “tom, you gotta talk to her.”

“no.” he shook his head, he knew bill was right but didn’t want to admit it.

“it wasn’t her fault tom, she told us everything. she tried to tell him to stop.” gustav explained sitting next to him. brave.

“tom, you remember this morning? you were so happy to make her yours forever? now you want to let that go because of that dick?” bill lectured him.

“exactly, you can’t let someone just come in and ruin everything. if you do, you don’t love her enough.” georg added, making tom’s head turn to him quickly.

“i don’t love her enough?! i just bashed someone’s skull for her! talking about not loving her. scheiße.” he scoffed pointing at himself before shaking his head.

“i’m just saying, you want her? go get her. forget this bullshit. especially since it wasn’t her fault.”

tom breathed in and out, putting out his cigarette. georg was right.

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“what? guys i’m not in the mood.” you rolled your eyes as bill, gustav and georg pushed you out of your room, a smile on their faces.

“don’t worry, you’ll thank us.” bill said chuckling as he blindfolded you.

“where are we even going? it’s two am.” you shook your head as you let them guide you.

“just shut up and wait.” gustav said, placing you infront of him.

“what? why is it cold here? hey, why’s my voice echoing? guys? guys!” you called out and groaned when no one answered. their prank. again.

you took the blindfold off immediately, throwing it on the ground before gasping at the sight that was waiting for you.

you were on the stage, candles placed in a heart shape infront of you as roses formed the words ‘WILL YOU MARRY ME?’

your hands found their way to your face as a small yelp left your mouth. tears started running down your cheeks.

arms suddenly wrapped around your waist, small kisses being left on your neck.

“will you?” tom whispered in your ear.

you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck as you nodded over and over.

“y-yes!” was all you could say as your crying made it impossible for you to speak.

tom hungrily kissed you, your tongues dancing together as he held you against his body, like he was scared of losing you.

“i’ll never let anyone ruin us. never.” he whispered, placing his forehead against yours.

and you knew he meant it. he meant every word.

a/n: hope you like it! <3

[skeleton-mischief]

Helloo! I read the ask you got about the skeletons reacting to their first time meeting their Soulmate and each having a mark on their body like a tattoo and all that. I was wondering if you could write about the horror tale brothers? Especially Saint because he's a silly big man and I love him and also I really like how you headcanon him. I think the way you write his character it's exactly how I imagine him to be in my mind, I could never put it into words until I read your take on him and I was like, yes, this, this exactly.

I LOVE SAINT AND LUNAR SO OFC‼️💥 I feel so flattered that you like my interpretation! I try to fuse both of the popular interpretations of "Soft bear" and "Asshole" personalities so thank you :)) <3

As a treat, I'll add a bit more details for the two! Enjoy!!

Saint: He is one of the very few that would acutely be aware of his soulmate being you. He's in tune with his magic and anything that shifts in it is usually a small sign for him to investigate. He would directly understand it at first though, since his universe was so deprived of the concept of soulmates after everything. He lost any desire to even dream of ever having one, and since he has such a shit memory he won't remember that he in fact studied it.... years and y e a r s a g o..... Nonetheless, Saint would instantly feel almost frustrated as to why you seem to have a sway in how he's feeling or why he feels the tingling sensation on his wrist. He'd shove his hand in his pocket, grumble a bit, and stare at you as he'd linger in your space. He almost wants to believe you're doing something intentionally before he hears the concept of soulmates, something that would spark those memories. So.... You're his soulmate??? Really???? It would've taken him awhile to figure out what was going on, so he would've built a relationship with you in some shape or form. He would be unsure of himself, mumble around you, and avoid touching you or interacting. Any initial progress would be stunted for sure, as he'd have to feel absolutely safe in the idea of being close to you. He lost a lot of people, saw things that traumatized him, and became someone he doesn't love. He'd feel guarded around you, BUT.... He might feel an inkling of protectiveness for you he can't get rid of or ignore when situations arrive. Even in the early stages of your friendship and eventual relationship would have him lingering around you to make sure you're safe. (He would still be suspicious and then eventually blame it on you getting into trouble too often for him to look away from you.) By the time you both have gotten close to each other, he's practically holding onto you and willing to enjoy the sensations of his soul finally finding comfort in another.

Lunar: Unlike Saint, he has always felt an inkling of hope that someday he'll find someone who was destined to love him despite everything and vice versa. From the moment he met you he recognized that strange feeling in his bones that you were someone special and worth protecting. He would actually go out of his way to tell Saint about it privately, and in return Saint would support him cautiously and keep an eye on you both. He, similar to Saint, would linger in your presence and actually avoid touching you too much since he's so hyper aware of his strength due to his...altered state. Even if he feels worried that he would make a fool of himself near you with his slightly odd mannerisms, he has an obligation from his very soul to feel protective of you and openly express his concerns about your safety. He has also lost a lot of friends and felt powerless to stop the descent of the Underground from his world. Knowing that someone he's desperately been hoping to someday meet is right in front of him? The thought alone of losing you to something preventable crushes him. He would slowly find himself willing to allow your touch, even reciprocating it when he realizes that his soul feels more alive than it ever has been. He's afraid that he won't meet your expectations of a good lover or even friend, but he would never voice that to you until WAAAAY later on with gentle coaxing. He loves you, and being able to just experience the cluster of stars that is you and your soul is something he will always be grateful for. You're magnificent. Your existence alone reminds him that despite all he's gone through, something as wonderful as a soulmate is much more precious than he initially thought

Thank you for reading :-) 🙏

[morallysinner]

warnings: I don't know, there's fluff and a little bit of angst I guess. I don't know how to put proper warnings, I'm sorry, I'll learn. Also, another warning, English is not my first language so forgive me for any grammar mistakes or even phrases that could've been worded better.

Joel was forty-six when it all started, you were twenty, on your birthday, and the only day you allowed yourself to be back home. Most people would understand, most people judged, but it wasn’t something you controlled or even saw coming.           Now you’re twenty-two, Joel is coming close to his all-not-welcomed forty-eight, and no matter how much he tried you’d never let him live without saying he's getting to fifty.           It was easy, it was lovely until it wasn't, until everything didn’t make sense anymore. You two were not a thing, far from it, and neither was looking to be with anyone else, but only because you were too caught up with everything happening in each other’s lives that relationship was far off your minds.           So, you and Joel seated for best friends, or at least you did because you were almost certain Joel saw you as a kid he took care of. Someone to replace the daughter he lost, the one he couldn’t save. But for you, it was more than that.           You didn’t know when it all started when those feelings started threatening to stir and get ready to be out, but at some point they did and it was as horrendous as it sounds like.           The first time you realized wasn’t far from the present date. It was raining and you two got back after a day out in the city. Depression got over you that day and Joel was there to pick up the pieces, you put your hand on his hat and placed it on your head, slightly pulling it down so it covers a little part of your face.

          “Give that back, little shit.” He said playfully while you circled the isle in the center of the kitchen.

          “Never. I said it looks better on me, Miller.” A mischievous smile appeared on your lips. “And even that lady from the fair agreed.”

          Joel finally reached and stoned you in place right in front of him. “She’s nuts and was clearly trying to butter you up so you would but her shit.”

          Faking an offended expression, you said: “How dare you say that, Miller. Take it back,” you held up your finger, pointing at him.

          “Not when I’m right.”

          You raised an eyebrow and glared, baring your teeth slightly at him, and kept that staring contest for a while, until his fingers held your chin and his gaze softened. He still kept looking at you but it was completely different from moments before.

It was like you knew what went through his mind. Your eyes found his lips and you almost pulled in for a kiss, but all of a sudden he tapped the front of the hat and took a step back as swiftly as a robot could get.

"Yeah, you're right. It looks better on you, keep it." He coughed. "Hm, I gotta head upstairs, but if you wanna sleep over you can come too."

And that was it. All the butterflies were dead and incinerated while the both of you acted like nothing happened and the incessant ache of rejection prevented you from taking another chance. You should've trusted your instincts and respected the "protector x protected" boundaries of the relationship. Fuck, he must've felt sick after all of this. Then we have now, with you laid comfortably in Joel's arms. It was a hard day and there was a bruise on your arm you didn't tell him how happened so he brushed off for now after you nearly begged him to. "You know, Joel. It would be so much easier if you loved me back." That made him wake up from his almost-sleeping stage. Your fingers traced the outline of the button of his shirt. "But I know how it works. Sorry for bringing it up again." A soft smile displayed on your lips was what made Joel curse under his breath. "No, I'm at fault, you don't have to worry about anything sweetheart." He slid his hand through your hair. "You're young and we met under such bad circumstances. I should be the one to put boundaries between us." "You know I'm not a kid, right?" You moved so your chin would be resting on his chest. Joel sighed heavily "I'm painfully aware of that." "So why do you keep pushing me away like this? It's a little confusing when we're all this close all the time for when I try to make the first move I get rejected." It didn't sound like an accusation, just frustration intertwined with the calmness of the moment. Joel didn't have an answer, so he stayed silent watching you. "Ok, sorry for bringing that up. I'm gonna sleep on the couch." You got up and went to the door, hoping he'd ask for you to come back, but he didn't. Because as much as you needed validation, he also needed time to think, accept, and digest. It's not like he hasn't been in love with you for a couple of years now, but he still hasn't accepted the fact that he's indeed in the wrong. Joel Miller knew he wasn't a good man, but bringing you down with him wasn't an option and you were too out of limits for him to even consider the fantasy. For him to even dream of a day he would deserve you as his.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

hmmmmm how about villain trying to calm down hero (who's so fed up w/ their job, snapped and tried to kill v nearly 5 minutes ago)?

“You’re a bit of a psycho, don’t you think?” It only added fuel to the fire which the hero was right now, forming two very, extremely, small pupils and a death stare that was in the last stage of actually working on the villain. They held up their hands in defense. “Just saying.”

“Psychopath doesn’t even mean crazy, you dumb fuck,” the hero spat before they punched the villain again, this time harder, hard enough for them to take a few steps back and hold their bloody nose. It wasn’t enough to wipe that smirk off their face, though.

“Gosh, someone didn’t have a good night,” the villain said, laughing as the blood ran down their fingers. They probably looked a little unhinged like this but they had also shot some politicians on live TV earlier this year…it couldn’t really get worse than that, could it?

“I’m gonna skin you alive,” the hero promised.

“I doubt you have the expertise to do that, but it would be cute to see you try.” The bleeding had only just begun but the villain lowered their hands and grabbed one of the many hidden knives their suit offered. “This is fun.”

Though the hero delivered another hard blow, the villain managed to block and twist their arm, putting enough force into it to make the hero hiss in pain. The villain smiled to themselves when they managed to disarmed their enemy and hold them close, arms pinning their bodies against each other. The hero was strong but they were also a very simple person. Predictable fighting patterns usually occurred after a while in battle.

Adorable, really. But not beneficial for winning.

Blood from their nose dropped onto the hero’s shoulder.

With a hum, the villain pressed a blade against the hero’s throat but despite the struggle, nothing happened, the hero’s back was touching the villain’s chest. Cursing, the hero tried to wiggle themselves free.

“You’re a feisty kitten today. Love it.”

“Fuck off,” the hero replied. However, the villain only chuckled and pulled them closer.

“So tense today, darling. What’s gotten you all worked up?” The hero continued to struggle but the villain could tell their fight lost its spark as exhaustion overwhelmed them. Weakly they clawed at the villain’s arm and let the back of their head rest on the villain’s shoulder. It was more like their fingers dug into them to stay on their feet but the villain thought that to be quite impossible right now.

“I hate you,” they whispered.

“Congrats, get in line,” the villain joked but only silence echoed. The hero stopped the theatrics and stilled, somehow holding onto the villain in a desperate manner.

“They killed my sidekick,” the hero said and the shaking of their voice turned into a broken melody. “Suicide mission. They killed them.”

Oh.

“Christ—” The villain let go of them and when the hero turned around, the villain saw the tears rolling down their face. “Holy shit, I’m so sorry.”

“I don’t want this,” the hero said. “I don’t know if I want to kill every single person in this city or if I want to forget and move on. Eating is difficult. Stop eating is difficult. I don’t know what’s going on. I feel this anger all the time and it makes me sick and it exhausts me.”

The villain knew that feeling all too well. After losing their first sidekick, they had decided to never work with anyone ever again. They knew the hero had successfully trained two sidekicks already.

One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a funeral.

“I’m sorry,” the villain said. “I’m really sorry.”

“I want to quit.”

“I don’t want you to.” The hero shot them an evil gaze.

“It’s not about what you want. It’s about what I want.”

“But if you’re quitting, I’m quitting and then I won’t have a job anymore,” the villain said. The hero seemed agitated again which was definitely better than being sad. Grief was messed up and the villain preferred being angry. “I need this job.”

“Then don’t quit?!”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Not everything is about you.”

“Alright. Revenge. We kill those who killed your sidekick,” the villain suggested and the hero…froze. Eyes wide, mouth open, very much quiet. “We work together and make them pay.”

They had never thought they’d say these words ever again.