#''yOu'Re A KiLlEr'' yeah DUH

[mrrharper]

Todd opened his eyes, only to see a gym full of sweaty hunks, instead of the dorm room in which he felt asleep, planning for this to be just a quick nap. He underestimated the chances of waking up in a body of a 6'4 240 lbs brute, with biceps the size of footballs, tree trunks for legs and absolutely jacked upper body.

He didn't have time to panic though, because another sweaty jock came up to him. "'ey bro, am finished with my set for now. You too bro?" Todd would later learn that it was TJ, a tight end from his college's football team. But now he was scrambling to come up with a response.

"Uhm, yes... uhh, yeah, I'm finished, yeah." He half-murmured. TJ didin't wait for a response and sat down next to him on the bench, leaning back and spreading his legs wide apart.

"Bruh, I'm so fuckin' pumped bro, it's unreal dude. That new routine Coach gave us is fuckin' rad bro." TJ then proceeded to flex both his arms, hplding them in a double bicep pose for a moment. Todd just nodded and grunted a quick "Yeah, bro." After a few seconds Tj lowered his arms, but not before sniffing one of his armpits.

"Huhuhuh shit bro, i fuckin' reek dude." He then let out a low laugh, so common in dumb football bros. Todd turned to the jock sitting next to him and the smell of musk and sweat hit him like a train, invading his nostrils. The words "Dude, you need a shower" instintively left his mouth. A moment later he realized what he had just said, and hoped the other jock wouldn't react badly.

"Huhuhuh" TJ just chuckled like an idiot "That's the smell of a real man, Strand."

Strand just... no, Todd just sat there, almost paralyzed by the odor that enveloped him. TJ meanwhile stretched his arms, his armpits exposed, and his muscle tee damp. As waves of musk and sweat reached Todd, his head began to hurt. The feelings of repulsion and disgust suddenly started changing into normalcy and relaxation. StrandTodd's posture changed, he leaned back on the bench, with his legs now slightly away form each other.

"Bruh, that's life, am I right dawg?" TJ drawled and a grin appeared on StrandTodd's face. He chuckled and responded "Yeah, bro, that's life bro." When Todd realized that he had just said that, and worse, that he felt comfortable, here with TJ, both of their bodies reeking of sweat, dread... was the opposite of what Strand felt as he relaxed with his bro after a killer session in the gym. His arms were pumped, his pecs burned with pain that was a testament to his dedication to working out.

TJ looked at his bro and grinned. "Ey, Strand bro, you goin' to that beer fest at Alpha Phi?" His bro slapped TJ in the back and said "Huhuhuh bruh, the fuck you're asking me bro. Duh, I'm going. And am taking ya with me dude." The both laughed like the two dumb jocks they were, then took their duffels and left the gym.

#jock #football jock #jock tf #nerd to jock

[astrophileous]

Love Bugs (Pt. 06)

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Female Reader

Synopsis: You and Derek Morgan have an arrangement. At work, your relationship is strictly business. Under the sheets, it's all about pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. Until, of course, your feelings start to get involved. Your situation is complicated enough without the unexpexted predicament that suddenly befalls upon you. But with a maniac serial killer on the loose, will you ever get the chance to make everything right?

Warning(s): cursing--there's a lot of it--like a lot, psychopathic behaviors, being held captive, verbal and physical violence, degrading nicknames, talks of death and unaliving someone, strangulation, PLS READ WITH CAUTION BECAUSE THIS PART IS REALLY GRIM I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING

Word Count: 4200-ish

Tag(s): I'm tagging everyone who requested to be tagged prior to the long hiatus, pls tell me if you'd like to NOT be included in the tag list for future updates, thanks! @marvelousgoldroses @jay-2s-world @whore-of-the-pumpkin-patch @maxinehufflepuffprincess @cat-or-kitten @littleshadow17 @itzz-me-duh @geeksareunique @paisleebubbles @whateverrrrrrrrs @crazyunsexycool @louderfortheback @wifeyofeveryone

Author's Note: HI EVERYONE HOW ARE YOU?? I know this is long overdue, but pls enjoy the new part of love bugs! I'm so happy to be posting again and I hope you like what I've got in plans for this series. I think we only have one or maybe two chapters left for this story (depending whether I want to write an epilogue or not lol) but in the meantime, pls enjoy this part and don't forget to LIKE+REBLOG+COMMENT !!! thank you 🌹

Love Bugs Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

The bullpen of FBI headquarters was still reeling in the aftermath of a Derek-Morgan-shaped hurricane.

Emily was just about to enter the vicinity again when she heard the tail end of Derek's furious words, right before Hotch had ordered him to retreat.

"What was that about?" Emily asked as she approached Rossi's side, eyes never straying from the two men who soon disappeared into Hotch's office.

Rossi never addressed Emily's question. Instead, he gestured for her--and everybody else in the room--to be quiet with a finger on his lips, before he pressed the unmute button on the telephone.

"Hello?"

The UnSub's head jerked at Rossi's unfamiliar voice. You were barely successful in getting him to calm down following Derek's unexpected outburst, but the sound of Rossi's voice was threatening to throw all of those poor attempts straight out of the window.

"Who is that?" he demanded warily. "Where's Agent Hotchner?"

"He had to step away for a second," Rossi notified. "I'm SSA David Rossi. I also work with Agent Hotchner and Agent (Y/L/N)."

"I know who you are."

"Yeah? I still don't know who you are, though."

A responding groan vibrated from the other line. "Why does everyone keep asking me that? Do you think I'm fucking dumb?"*

"No one thinks anything here, pal. Just wanted to know who I was speaking to, that's all." At the UnSub's clear signs of agitation, Rossi quickly added, "It'd be nice to know the person who clearly means a lot to (Y/N)."

Rossi's reassurance obviously managed to trigger the intended effect it had sought. Everyone could see how the UnSub physically deflated at Rossi's words, meaning that hopefully he was soon going to let his guard down.

"I can't tell you who I am," your assailant said, still adamant, although his resolve was wearing thin with each word he had stated. "You're just gonna use it to track me down and keep us apart."

The last syllable of his sentence was emphasized by the weight of his dagger on the side of your neck. You instinctively winced at the unwelcomed touch of the blade before schooling your expression once more so your captor wouldn't notice.

"I promise you, no one is going to do that," Rossi said.

"He's telling the truth," you decided to chime in, surprising everyone including the UnSub whose grip of the dagger had teetered dangerously closer to your pulse point at the sudden proclamation. "They are good people. They don't break promises or tell lies. I promise you, nothing will come between us."

The silence that fell next was heavy with the UnSub's hesitation. Bracing yourself, you forced your head to tilt back, locking eyes with him who was still standing like a guard dog right behind you.

"I swear, Darling," you vowed.

The lull in your voice--or perhaps the fact that you had called him darling in front of your team, which he could arguably take as a display of affection--must have stirred up something in his twisted mind. He actually preened at you before his eyes went right back towards the direction of the camera on the wall.

"My name is Arthur," he confessed.

A particular thread of memory in your brain immediately lit up.

Back in the bullpen, JJ and Spencer were finally returning with documents containing your phone records that they had promptly asked Kevin to gather. Spencer didn't waste any time before perching himself on his desk to start rummaging through the thick pile of files.

"Arthur?" Rossi repeated the name, eyes flicking over to Garcia with a silent request to start cross-referencing the name with the other names they had acquired so far in the investigation.

The tech analyst didn't need to be told twice. She began typing furiously on her laptop as Rossi's attention was drawn back towards the projector.

The UnSub hadn't moved an inch. His hand was still just as sturdy on your shoulder. The blade was also still just as cold as it pressed onto your skin.

One wrong move, and you would end up no better than a slaughter animal on the cold hard ground.

"Do you have a last name, Arthur?" Rossi asked.

The entire bullpen held their breath in anticipation. Rossi had planted the bait as strategically as he could. It was up to the UnSub to take it and slip up the one information that would give them a major lead to end this case once and for all.

But before the UnSub could respond, a muffled beeping resonated in the air, through the telephone line, and finally into the bullpen. The sound was enough to make your assailant faltered.

"I have to go."

It was the last thing he uttered before the line, along with the livestream, went completely dead.

The atmosphere was laden with restlessness as everyone tried to make peace with the fact that they had just lost the only mean of communication they had with you. Without the feed from the livestream, no one could possibly know what was going on. The team would have no idea if something were to happen to you.

They would have no idea how to determine whether you were alive or dead.

"Did you find anything yet, Garcia?" Rossi questioned, although in all honestly, it sounded more like a desperate plea.

The thick regret behind Garcia's eyes gave Rossi the answer he needed to know.

"I can't find any Arthur in our files, sir," Garcia informed.

"Anything from her phone records? What about the hospital?" Rossi tried again.

Emily shook her head almost remorsefully.

"Nothing yet," Spencer spoke up from his place on the desk. "Not a single thing stands out from her records."

"What now?" JJ sighed, exhaustion and worry beginning to decorate the lines on her face.

The whole bullpen stood still, as if everyone was waiting for a slice of miracle to descend into the room, holding a map that would eventually lead the team to where you were still being held captive. But such a map didn't exist in this piece of reality, and the BAU knew that they were running out of time.

"Garcia, did you record the livestream by any chance?" Spencer asked at last.

"Yeah, of course I did."

Penelope punched a few keys on her keyboard before the projector once again came alive with the footage from the livestream.

"Can you fast forward to the very end?" Spencer requested. "And then play it again backwards to the beginning."

"What are you thinking, Spence?" JJ wondered.

"I don't know. I just... maybe there's a detail we missed. At this point, even the smallest piece of clue is worth pursuing."

Several pair of eyes glued themselves on the screen as the livestream footage ran backward at a faster speed. Bated breaths waited in tension for just the tiniest hint that the team could scour to determine your location.

"Wait. What was that?" Spencer interjected. "Garcia, play that again."

"What? What is it?" Emily spoke up.

"Look at her hand." Spencer stood up from the desk, approaching the screen to get a better look. "She's knocking against the chair. Garcia, zoom in on her hand. The left one."

Penelope did as she was asked. "Is that--"

"It's morse code," Rossi muttered, realization overtaking his countenance.

"What is she saying?" JJ questioned.

"A-U--" Spencer began spelling out loud, "--T... Auto. She's spelling auto."

"Auto?" JJ's forehead creased. "As in... auto shop?"

"Her records said she went to a mechanic a week ago," Spencer recalled. JJ immediately rummaged through the papers on Spencer's desk, but the pages flipping inside of Spencer's mind moved at a thousand times more speed than any normal pair of eyes ever could. "Dinozzo's Auto Service, 894 Southwell Street."

"Got it," Penelope chimed in from her place in front of the laptop. "Dinozzo's Auto Shop. Originally owned by Carlo Dinozzo before it was passed down to his two sons after his death a year ago."

"Any of them named Arthur?" Rossi asked

"Nope. Luca and Piero."

"What about the employees?" Emily suggested.

"No. I'm not seeing any Arthur anywhere near that place."

"We profiled that the UnSub could be holding down a steady job in his everyday life," JJ said. "He might not even be related to that place. Maybe (Y/N) encountered him there by chance?"

"Nah, I doubt it." Rossi shook his head. "The bastard's too sophisticated to leave anything up to chance like that. He must have found a way to orchestrate it one way or another."

"There must be a connection somewhere, then. No way he just chose a random place off the map," Emily muttered. "We should cross-reference the name to anyone associated with the Dinozzos."

Penelope began to frantically type something into her laptop. "We've still got three names here. Oh, never mind. Two names, 'cause one of them is dead."

"What do we have on them?" Spencer asked.

"First is Arthur Doyle. He went to high school with Luca and Piero Dinozzo, works in a local company, and looks like he travels a lot for his job," Penelope explained. "There's also an Arthur Harrison, works as an accountant in the heart of Arlington. His dad and Carlo Dinozzo were long-time pals. Apparently, his dad was an accountant too and used to handle the shop's finances before Arthur inherited the office. Oh."

"What? What'd you find?"

"Arthur was engaged," Penelope murmured, "to a Claire Dumont. They were gonna get married last year but the wedding was called off just one month before the D-day."

"Where's Claire now?" JJ asked.

"She moved to Ohio shortly after the breakup, and... oh my God. Guess what?" Penelope looked up, her eyes widening almost comically. "She just announced her engagement three months ago."

Spencer hummed. "That could be the stressor."

An image of a woman suddenly appeared on screen, right above the paused footage of your hand. Everyone stared at the picture in shock.

"That's Claire Dumont," Penelope murmured.

JJ held her breath. "She and (Y/N) could be sisters."

"We've found our guy," Rossi declared. "Garcia, pull up every known address associated with this man. And hurry, we don't have much time."

"I have three properties so far connected to Arthur Harrison. Sending the addresses to all of your phones."

As JJ, Spencer, and Rossi rushed to exit the bullpen, Emily turned around and called out to the others, "I'm grabbing Morgan and Hotch!"

Without stopping to knock, Emily pushed open the door to Hotch's office, ignoring the slivers of tension dancing around in the air.

"We may have something," Emily announced to the room. "We think we know where (Y/N) is."

Your assailant--Arthur, as it turned out--pulled his phone out and pressed a few buttons in, silencing the beeping. Once the noise was gone, the room was quiet again.

He looked at you, then. Piercingly. You squirmed underneath his scrutiny.

"Wait here," he eventually said. "I'll be back."

Without taking a second to breathe, Arthur flew past you and towards the direction he had appeared from earlier.

"Wait! Wait. Where are you going?"

The sound of steps ceased on top of concrete. You waited with bated breath for his response. But the only sound ever came was that of the metal door, and as quickly as you could count to three, he was gone.

At last, you were alone once more.

The traces of adrenaline had begun to dissipate out of your system, leaving you in a shivering mess inside that damp concrete room. Once again, you attempted with all of your might to free yourself from the state of confinement you were in. But the metal cuffs binding you to the chair only dug further into your skin the more you tried to escape, while the chair itself stayed nailed in place no matter how hard you tried to rock it.

After a few more minutes of futile attempts, you were forced to face the reality of your situation.

You were never going to get yourself out of that dingy place alone.

Huffing a breath, you knew that there was nothing more you could do except to hope that your team found the hidden message you had left for them to solve.

And with that last thought conquering every room your head, you let yourself succumb to the impending darkness.

You woke up gasping for air.

It took you a few seconds to remember where you were, to remember that you weren't back in the comfort of your apartment and instead, you were still holed up in the darkened cold room where your abductor had been keeping you captive.

It took a few seconds more to realize that the drowning dream you just had might have been a tad bit more real than you initially thought.

Still reeling in shock, you peered up and locked eyes with your abductor, eyes barely registering the empty bucket he was holding in one of his hands. It didn't take a genius to conclude that he was the one responsible for your drenched state.

"W-what?" you stuttered meekly. "What's going on?"

He only stared at you in response.

"Arthur?"

You shrieked loudly when Arthur threw the empty bucket against the wall, sending a resounding "bang" throughout the whole room and breaking the plastic object into two misshaped pieces.

"Arthur--" you gasped, searching for your voice that seemed to have disappeared beneath the layers of brewing fear, "--w-what... what are you... what's going on? Talk to me."

"I don't want to talk to you, you fucking bitch."

The beating inside your chest fastened. Before you could ask yet another question, Arthur had lunged forward, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging your head back so you could stare directly into his eyes.

"You're a fucking liar," he seethed. "You lied to me. Everything you said was a lie, wasn't it?!"

"I don't--" you hissed, trying to ignore the biting pain in your scalp, "--I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Stop fucking lying!!!"

A sharp smack reverberated in the air.

It was only when the ringing in your ear grew louder did you realize that Arthur had slapped your cheek.

Hard.

Ignoring the tingling on the side of your face, you lifted your head once more. The room was spinning, tilting your balance left and right, but you held your ground through it all.

"What did I lie to you about, Arthur?" you asked carefully.

He threw something at your feet. It clanged against the hard ground below before landing face up near your toes.

It was your phone.

But the fact that Arthur somehow had your phone in his possession wasn't what caused the sick feeling to stir northward in your belly.

It was what you were seeing on the now cracked screen of your phone: a picture of you and Derek. A selfie that you had impulsively taken of the two of you in bed after one of your nighttime escapades.

For awhile there, you had briefly forgotten about that photo. It was another lost memory in the ocean of rubble left behind in the wake of your fallout with Derek. Seeing that photo again after such a long time triggered waves of emotions that you had been desperately burying for the past few weeks.

The longing, the guilt, the heartache.

The regrets.

The regret of ending your little arrangement so abruptly in such a hostile manner. The regret of not telling Derek sooner about the baby. The regret of maybe never being able to see Derek for one last time.

But most importantly, it was the regret over not revealing the truth of what your heart felt for him that was eating you alive.

"You're fucking him," Arthur fumed, eyes blazing with an indescribable fury that made your entire body shudder.

"Arthur, please... I can explain--"

"Shut the fuck up."

He stepped forward once more, crowding your personal place and rendering you helpless underneath his psychopathic gaze.

"Tell me the truth, and if you dare lie--" Arthur paused, his hand disappearing behind his back before it appeared again with a dagger that he promptly pressed against your abdomen, "--don't ever dream of meeting your child."

"Okay. Okay, I'll tell you the truth."

"You're fucking him, aren't you?"

The bile in your throat had tripled in size. Swallowing it down, you tried to even your voice out as you answered, "I was."

"Ha," he scoffed. "I knew it. You fucking whore. You're no better than any of them."

To your relief, he eventually chose to retract the dagger and stepped away from you, opting to circle the room like a distressed lion in a cage. But even with the blade no longer touching your skin, you knew very well that the danger wasn't over yet and that things could escalate even further in a matter of seconds if you weren't careful.

"Arthur," you called out to him softly, slowly, as to not startle him and risk doing something that would trigger a psychotic break. "Arthur, please. You have to listen to me. That arrangement ended long ago. It meant nothing to me. It happened long before I met you."

Arthur's voice echoed coldly as he replied, "I don't believe you."

"Please, Arthur--"

"That's his child, isn't it?" he cut you off, pointing the tip of the dagger at your belly. "What he said on the phone. He said my child. That's because it's his. You're having Derek Morgan's child."

"No--"

"I thought you were different. I thought you were the one." The dagger in his hand shook with venom. "But you're just the same as the rest of them."

"I'm not. Please, I'm not--"

"I have to start searching again. For the one. You're not her, which means she's still out there."

"Arthur--"

"I'll have to get rid of you."

"Arthur, please!" Your voice cracked, leaking of terror and desperation larger than anything you had ever known. When something wet touched the side of your nose, you realized then that you had started to cry. "Arthur, you have to believe me. I've ended everything with him. There's nothing between us anymore."

The words you uttered kept lingering in the air in a bubble made out of despair. But as if every single one of them had fallen on deaf ears, your captor paid no attention to them. Not even a single acknowledgment to your pleas.

Instead, he had begun taking careful steps forward. Silent and deadly, like a predator stalking its prey.

"Arthur, please! I choose you!"

To your shock, his steps faltered upon your words.

For a moment, you could taste relief on the tip of your tongue before it was washed away by the knowledge that you were not entirely out of the woods yet. But from the corner of your eye, you could see the slight loosening of Arthur's grip around the dagger. It filled you with enough hope to push forward.

"I'm choosing you, Arthur," you stated confidently, trying to convince him of your sincerity. "I don't care about Derek. I'm done with him. I'm done with my old life and everyone in it. I'm ready to leave everything behind to be with you. I choose you."

"You choose me?"

"Yes. I choose you to take care of me. To take care of this baby. The three of us can be a family. How does that sound?"

Seconds ticked into minutes. Minutes stretched into a long silence. The anticipation threatened to break your chest in half.

When he finally began to move once more, Arthur surprised you. He threw the dragger towards a darkened corner in the room, far away from his reach and, most importantly, far away from the possibility of it harming the growing life inside of you.

When Arthur took off the ski mask he had been wearing since the first time you opened your eyes in that harrowing place, you weren't at all surprised to see the face staring back at you. After all, it was the same face belonging to the man who had stopped his car for you when your own car had mysteriously broken down in the middle of the road just around two weeks prior. The same face who offered a business card of his friend's auto shop where you eventually went to get your vehicle fixed.

In retrospect, you should have been at least a little bit suspicious by the whole ordeal, but was it really your fault for choosing to put your trust in the good of humanity?

You knew there was no point in dwelling over what-ifs anymore. Arthur would've found a way, like any psychopath would, and you would've still ended up being tied up in this dismal room with him.

"Did you mean it?" Arthur asked.

You put on your best fake smile before answering, "Yes."

He grabbed you in his arms in just two long strides.

You wanted to throw up. You hated the feeling of his fingers stroking your back. You wanted to kick him away and get this piece of shit as far away from you and your baby as possible. You wanted to rid yourself of the lingering smell of him that had now undoubtedly transferred into your skin.

And maybe, you would've done all of those things if it was only your life that was on the line.

Unfortunately, fighting back was a luxury you couldn't afford anymore. So, you were forced to stay quiet instead, letting your captor whisper sweet nothings in your ear as if it didn't repulse you even being in the same room as him.

You were close to counting towards the 200s in your head when, suddenly, a clanking noise in the distance ripped your attention away.

In a split second, Arthur had peeled his arms from around you and got back on his feet. You knew then that he must have heard it, too.

You watched as he stepped away, dragging a crate from one corner of the room and placing it strategically underneath the only opening on the walls. He got on top of the crate to allow himself to peek outside, but whatever he saw must have startled him greatly. Because the next thing you knew, he had backed away from the wall in the blink of an eye, face crumpling in what could only be described as panic.

"The cops are here," he managed to sputter out.

"What?"

Your heart was hammering inside of its cage. The cops are here. You realized then that the team must have solved the clue you left them. They had solved the case, and they were coming to save you.

Derek was coming to save you.

"What did you do?!"

In a moment of weakness, you had allowed yourself to rejoice in the promise of freedom that you momentarily forgot you actually hadn't possessed it yet. The slip-up was miniscule, but it wasn't fleeting enough to escape the attention of your captor.

"You tricked me!" Arthur's voice boomed throughout the room, carrying rage unlike anything you had ever known. "I trusted you, and you lied to me! Again."

"Arthur--"

This time, there was no room for negotiation.

Arthur didn't even waste a millisecond before he dove forward. He was a lion, and you were the deer. His sharp teeth were calloused fingers, and they dug into your skin as Arthur tightened his grip around your throat.

"You lied to me. You lied to me."

He repeated those words like a mantra, his voice drowned out by desperate gasps as you tried to scour for what little bit of air you could still revel in. Your feet and arms shook beneath their restrains. Your head pounded from the pressure that had gathered inside your skull.

In that moment, death was imminent.

You could feel it coming. You could feel its claws clutching every single drop of life that was still remaining in your bloodstream. It was a battle between the two, and unfortunately, death was winning.

As the dark spots in your vision spread into a massive blotch, you allowed yourself to say goodbye. To life. To the world. To the memories of your loved ones whose faces you wished you could've memorized one last time.

To Derek, the one who could've been, the one you wished had been.

And to the child in your womb, the one you wished you could've met, the one you wished you could've saved.

When darkness came, you expected it to be cold and unforgiving, but as it turned out, darkness was easy. Simple. It welcomed you into its home with open arms, shielding you from the cruelties of the mundane world.

As it pulled you deeper into its abode, you could faintly hear the sound of your name being called repeatedly. It sounded similar. It sounded like home.

But this was your home now, so without turning back, you allowed darkness to lead you further down the dim path. Away from the pain and the heartbreaks of life. Far from the evil that lurked in the streets behind their well-crafted masks.

In the darkness, there was nothing.

In the darkness, you were nothing.

And nothing was exactly what you were going to be.

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[mikami]

 To all people who say that Light is a “pathological liar” as a proof of mental disorder:

Please learn what word “pathological” means I’m begging ya seriously it is not so hard to actually understand the words you are using 

I think this is a lot of Light discourse like...

"This is a thing people do as a symptom!!" really only really applies when people don't have a literal reality-based reason to do the thing.

Lying all the time? Yeah, that could be an issue.

Lying about your crimes because you're trying to not get caught as a killer and get sentenced to death? A reasonable course of action.

Trapping the door to your room and your drawers? Yeah, that's a little weird.

Trapping the door to your room and your drawers when you're hiding a murder weapon in your room? Well, duh.

And people do the same for the positive examples, too.

Randomly claiming yourself to be the best student in the country? Jeeze, talk about an inflated ego!!

Claiming you're the best student in the country when you unambiguously placed first in a nation-wide exam meant to compare all students in the country? Literally just citing a fact that the national board of education has on record.

Everyone is quick to make it a mental issue that Light is like 'yeah I am very smart and everyone likes me' but.... literally everyone in his life, on the daily, says 'you are very smart and we all like you very much'. His assessment of himself is just... actually true, y'know?

#answers

[archangeldyke-all]

Synced period sev save me, save me big baby sev, save me 🙏🏾

in all seriousness, my period dropped in the middle of me writing last night

so my request for the day is sevika actually being excited about syncing your periods because it means you guys have been around each other enough to link like that <3

LETS GOOOO i've been thinking about this ask since i first saw it.

men and minors dni

she'd come home and find you curled in on yourself on the couch, groaning as you hold a hot water bottle to your abdomen.

her first reaction is pity, as it always is when she finds you suffering from cramps.

but then, she remembers that she's on her period too.

and a grin breaks across her face.

"fuck are you smiling at?" you ask grumpily, pouting at your girlfriend. she giggles and runs over to flop down on top of you. you laugh, your girlfriend's joy infectious as she nuzzles against your neck and presses kisses to the sensitive skin there.

"you got your period?!" she asks, elated. you chuckle at her expression.

"yeah. why're you so excited? thought you knocked me up?" you tease. she laughs.

"i got my period at work today!" she says, grinning. you blink up at her in confusion.

"so?" you ask.

"so!?" sevika asks, gobsmacked. "so we're synced!" she says, grinning.

you laugh and pull her down for a kiss.

"you're ridiculous." you say. she laughs on top of you, reaching down to re-arrange the hot water bottle so it's squished between both your stomachs, both of you sighing at the relief the warmth brings.

"babe, it's so fuckin' romantic." she insists as she settles back down on top of you. you wrap your hands around her, rubbing her lower back, knowing it always aches during her period.

"it's a little too gross to be romantic." you say.

"no it's not! our bodies are so used to each other that we're literally, physically on the same page now. i always knew we were perfect for each other, and now we got the proof!" she says.

you burst into giggles, your grumpiness melting away at your girlfriend's excitement.

"okay, okay. i guess it's kinda romantic." you say. sevika grins and kisses you.

"take out for dinner?" she asks. you nod.

"somethin' greasy."

"duh."

you guys would be so cute, trying to take care of one another at the same time.

sevika'd bring you pain killers and forget to take some for herself, so you'd bring her some.

you'd make her her favorite meals and buy her a fresh bottle of her favorite whiskey, and she'd come home that night with grocery bags full of your usual cravings swinging on her wrists.

she'd buy you guys a big, bed sized towel, so you could both sleep on the same towel together in case of any night time leaks.

sevika's worst symptom on her period is her migraines. yours are your cramps.

your solution to this is to have sevika lay her head on your chest while you massage her neck, her body heat keeping your lower stomach nice and warm. the two of you can be found laying like this in bed almost every night you're bleeding, in a dark bedroom with lavender oil diffusing around you, soft music playing as you cuddle.

(also, syncing means that you guys ovulate at the same time, if you know what i mean, wink wink)

the more months that go by with the two of you synced, the more you realize she was right. it is pretty romantic.

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbi3 @ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

[roadkillremi]

Hey do you think you can do something where randy survived and gets to meet mindy as a baby for the first time?

(I just need uncle!randy and mindy fluff)

So excited for this!!! I had so much fun making this! I'm thinking of one where Mindy comes out to Randy!

I won't allow it

Uncle! Randy X F!Reader

MasterList

Warnings : mentions of Ghostface, insecure uncle moment, mentions of how Randy was almost killed.

Summary : Ask above, After the murders at college and Hollywood you and Randy settled down. Randy got a small producing job and you stayed at home writing plays.

(Randy is 25 and Reader is around 24-26)

You gazed out the window as Randy drove down the neighborhood road. You sighed, "We haven't been here for..years..". Randy tapped the steering wheel, "That's what happens when a killer goes after you. Three times.". Randy looked at the houses, "Does Martha know that we're coming? Did you call her before we left?". You duh into your bag looking for your phone.

"Yes, calm down.". You sighed, "Sorry.". You leaned back in the seat. Randy gently put your hand on your thigh.

"It's gonna be okay."

You nodded, you closed your eyes taking a deep breath. Randy turned down the music, the song "Man-eater" faded away. He pulled into the driveway and parked the car.

"What if they don't like me?-" Randy said softly. You look over at him, "Randy.."

"I didn't show up to the baby shower! Or their first birthdays! What kind of uncle is that?" He hit the steering wheel. You nodded, " I understand where you're coming from. But we were busy and you called. Sometimes life happens.".

"I just get paranoid.. coming back. Ever since Roman. I just thought it'd end eight years ago." You softly grabbed his hand, "Me too. But remember when we got married? I told you that I was finally happy to have a family? And you said-"

"My family will always be your family." He mumbled. You smiled, "Exactly, and that's our family and they love you no matter what.". Randy nodded, "Yeah, okay. Did you get the gifts?". You nodded, "In the trunk.". You both got out the car door, Randy opened the trunk grabbing two gift bags. You waited by the car for him observing the house.

"The car's all locked up, ready?" He asked looking at you. You nodded, "Yup.". You both walked to the front door and knocked. You heard talking and someone running up to the door.

"Randy?!" Martha opened the door, he smiled. She gasped and gave him a giant hug. The gift bags made a crinkle noise as she hugged him. She backed away with a wide smile.

"Y/N! You look great!" She gave you a giant hug as well. Randy smiled, "That's why I married her.". You gave him a look, he smiled. Martha backed into the house.

"Come in! Mindy and Chad are in the living room playing.". You and Randy walked in, you both stood in the entrance of the doorway. You watched the one year olds interact. Mindy was facing away from Chad placing with fake kitchen supplies. Chad kept pushing a train over to her making her blow spit bubbles in anger.

"Wow, they're so..tiny" Randy whispered. You nodded, "They sure are.". Martha walked through and sat in-between them.

"Guys someone's here to see you!" She pointed at you and Randy. You squatted down and waved, "Hi!". Randy stood there, "I uh, got presents. I'm sorry we missed the party." He went in and sat on the ground across from the kids. Mindy grabbed the bag knocking it over. You sat by Randy, "This one is for Chad." You scooted it to him. He looked up at you with wide eyes and then back down at the bag. He dug through the bad to pull out a toddler train set. It lit up and sang when you pressed buttons. He smiled, "Chu Chu!" He looked at his mom to show her. She nodded and smiled, "It's a Chu Chu!". Mindy was focused on the gift paper, she held it and ripped it in half. Randy blinked at her, "The best part is inside you know?". You bumped your shoulder into Randy, he smiled. He got the toy out of the bag.

"Listen kid it took me a while to find this damn toy." He said softly. It was a childs director toy. Mindy smacked the box over and over signaling she wanted it. He handed it over. She smiled and pointed at the different toys babbling. Randy nodded as if he understood what she was saying. Randy gently took the box opening it for her.

"It's wooden so don't hurt your brother with it." He handed her the toy. She immediately started chewing on it. Martha sighed, "Here Mindy." She brought over a pacifier. Mindy gave her mom a look and pushed her hand away. Martha sighed, "She did that when Mom visited, she said you did the same thing.".

"Mom visited?" Randy asked looking up at her. She nodded, "She misses ya. I told her you were busy with your film.". You gently touched Randy's arm, he sighed.

"I know. It's a lot.."

"Yeah you just had to be a big shot director, huh?" Martha joked. Randy smiled and shrugged, "It's hard being famous.".

"Famous for almost getting murdered." You corrected. Randy rolled his eyes, "Potato Patato.".

"Well, I need to make dinner. Do you guys mind watching them for me?" Martha asked standing up. You nodded, "Sure thing.". Martha smiled.

"I'll put a movie in." She put on a kids movie. Chad immediately dropped his train and stared. You laughed a bit, Randy leaned back against the bottom of the couch. You scooted over beside him, "Cute kids." He said softly.

"Yeah, too cute.". You said putting your head on his shoulder. Randy looked over at you, "Are you going soft on me?".

"I am not! I'm just saying they're cute!". Randy smiled and went back to looking at the one year olds. Mindy crawled over to Randy, "What's up?" Randy asked. Mindy sat up and put her arms up demandingly. Randy glanced at you and then back at her.

"I think she wants you to hold her." You said softly. Randy picked her up placing her on his lap. She grabbed his nose and laughed at him.

"Yeah your uncle Randy has a giant nose." He said his voice was a bit weird from her holding his nose. You smiled and watched him, Mindy stared at him.

"Rwand?" She said tilting her head. Randy nodded, "Yes, I'm your uncle Rand." He smiled. She grabbed his nose again and laughed.

"We have a jokester here, huh?" He said narrowing his eyes at her. Chad crawled over to investigate the commotion. He sat up by you and patted your thigh aggressively. You looked down at him, "Hey bud.". He stared up at you, he patted your thigh again trying to signal to you. You nodded placing him on your lap. Chad grabbed Mindy's arm, the one holding Randy's nose.

She yanked her arm back giving Chad a dirty look. Chad stared in disbelief, "She definitely acts like you." You said to Randy. Randy looked over, "Good. We need another geek to save the day.". He said smiling at her.

"I won't allow Ghostface to get either of you, okay?". Mindy grabbed a fluff of Randy's hair.

"I won't allow it." He said leaning his forehead on hers. She just smiled in return.

17 years later...

Mindy crossed her arms looking at Sam and Ricky. She huffed and leaned on one hip, "No one is listening to me!".

"We're listening it's just that we need an expert!" Sam said motioning to Dewey. Mindy held up the stab blue-ray, "Uh, the expert is in the movies! Randy!".

"I don't think a movie character is gonna help us..." Amber said. Mindy narrowed her eyes, "Imma make a call.".

"Oh, no." Chad whispered. Mindy stomped out of the living room grabbing her phone off the dining room table. She closed her bedroom door and locked it. She scrolled through her contacts clicking, "Uncle Randy" 's number.

She tapped her foot as it dialed, "Hello?".

"Uncle Randy! Hey! I hope this isn't a bad time...".

"No, it's fine. What's up, kid?"

"Um, Ghostface returned. And he's after my friends."

It went silent, she held the phone close. She heard him take a deep breath, "Uh, Y/N?!" He called out. A soft yeah could be heard from a distance.

"We need to go back to Woodsboro. Mindy and Chad are in trouble... Don't worry Mindy we'll be there soon and remember to-".

"Follow the rules? I know Uncle Randy." Mindy said with a smile.

"Heh, smart kid.".

#randy meeks x you #randy meeks x reader #randy meeks smut #randy meeks scream #randy scream #randy meeks #horror #scream #billy loomis x y/n #ghostface #ghostface!reader #billy loomis #billy loomis x stu macher x reader #billy loomis x you #mindy martin meeks #chad martin meeks #scream franchise #scream movies #scream 2 #scream 1996 #sidney prescott #sam carpenter #billy loomis x stu matcher #stu macher x you #stu matcher x reader #stu macher x reader #jamie kennedy #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x female reader #billy loomis x sidney prescott

[daughterofyeshuaa]

hiii, can I request separate Wesker, Carmina, Pyramidhead and either Frank or Joey with a survivor gf that is kinda like a stalker? Like in trial they'd be mid chase with another survivor and they would see the reader just standing there menacingly watching them. And even outside of trials they would see her behind a tree alwaya following them but they'd be too creeped out to acknowledge she's there? Plus if she has fantasy colored hair that really stands out and she even has a camera that she came into the fog with

sending kisses!! ilyy 💕💕

*kisses received*

Albert Wesker

Tbh he's kinda into it but creeped out at the same time.

He was in chase with your friend when he suddenly felt eyes burning into him.

He stopped chase with the survivor and turns around slowly, seeing you behind the tree.

He sighed "Dearheart, what has gotten into you?"

You'd smile creepily and told your head "it's fun to watch you, Albert *giggle*"

He'd get the chills and think you're more fit to be a killer than him.

Outside the trails, he'd tease you

"How's my little stalker doing?"

Carmina

Oof

She's not into it

She is severely creeped out but still loves you :3

She was in chase and noticed you behind a tree, with your brightly colored hair, smiling creepily and taking pictures.

She sighed and calmly walked over to you, asking to cut it out.

"B-But you're so beautiful I want pictures of you on my wall *giggles*"

When she morried a survivor, you took pictures of it and gave it to her once the trail was over.

"A gift!"

Pyramidhead

Oh boy oh boy.

He saw your colored hair from a mile away.

PUNISHMENT

Bro's a parasite that punishes, so he's obviously going to punish you for being an absolute creep XD

He was in chase but when he noticed you, he immediately went your way and caged you.

He is slightly sadistic (from what I heard about him) so when he punishes you, he will take his time.

If you still stalk him outside trails, he'd chase you away.

Frank Morrison

"What are you doing?"

"Taking pictures, duh" you said emotionlessly

Honestly find it hot but if you do it too much, he'd get annoyed

"Okay it's not funny anymore, cut it out!"

You smile creepily and giggled "oh yeah? This is a hobby of mine"

They say that the crazy ones are the best in bed, right? Because that's exactly what he believes

Joey

Poor baby

He's scared for his life

Y'all were outside trail and he excused himself from his friendgroup when he saw you stalking them from behind a tree

"Babe, what are you doing?"

You show him the pictures "isn't it amazing?"

He's so creeped out lmao but he still loves you to bits

He'd smile and wrap his arms around you "I love you too my little stalker

#dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dbd #dead by daylight #albert wesker x reader #Albert wesker #Artist x reader #Carmina x reader #Pyramidhead #Pyramidhead x reader #Joey #Joey x reader #Frank Morrison x reader #Frank Morrison #Legion x reader

[laylawatermelon]

Buddie Episode ficlet season 8

Pulling from all theories floating

(i just wanted to write a fic🤗)

So let me set the scene, season 7 finale, Buck of course gets a really bad sprain after a rescue. He's staying with Eddie because duh, of course he is after his apartment rent went up (or burned down, flooded whichever flavor of whump they live to give him).

So episode 1 begins like this.

We're at The Diaz family house early in the morning.

Chris' alarm rings and he slams it off turning to go back to sleep. Eddie pushes the door open as he passes.

"Wake up Chris." He says dryly wiping his face.

We hear the sizzling of food and Eddie walks into the kitchen sniffing dramatically. He grabs orange juice and milk out of the fridge.

"Smells great, what is that pancakes?"

Buck turns beaming at him, towel on his shoulder, "Yeah Chris mentioned it last night so I made it today."

Eddie rests the stuff down patting him on the shoulder, "You know you don't have to do that." He slides past him getting the plates out of the cupboards, "But you know I'd never deny your food."

He rests the plates on the dining table depending as he checks the clock.

"Hey Chris! You up?"

Buck turns off the stove walking to his room, "I'll check up on him."

Eddie glances at his for, "You sure your leg okay?"

"It's perfect!"

Buck knocks on the door gently as Chris friends in annoyance. Buck laughed walking over, "Gotta get up buddy."

He pulls the sheet off of him and Chris whines. "Buck!"

Buck just laughs and walks out, "I made pancakes but if you're late you're gonna have to eat em cold in the car!"

He hears Chris' walking behind him and grins.

Chris eventually comes to breakfast and they chat while eating.

Chris talks about his upcoming tests and things he plans to do in that day, Eddie talks about his past shift and how he wishes he could be on the shift with him and Buck just staring at them with love and fondness.

Eddie catches his eyes and just grins reminding him to eat.

Then they're leaving, Chris rushing to the car after his girlfriend messaged him.

Buck stands at the door holding it open for Eddie.

Eddie hurriedly puts his water bottle and some snacks in his bag as he's rushing to the door. "We're gonna be late traffic is gonna be a killer."

Buck sighed as he waved to Chris who was impatiently waiting by the car door.

"You'll be fine Eddie, just take a couple side and back roads."

Eddie rolled his eyes as he walked past him, "Yeah me and the rest of Los Angeles will do that."

Then he leans over pressing a quick kiss on his lips. "See you after work Evan."

Buck nods as Eddie jogs off closing the door robotically.

Eddie freezes as he reaches his side of the car realizing what he just did. His head whips back to the closed door.

"Wait-"

"Come on Dad I'm gonna be late! My teacher's going to mark me down again."

Eddie nods eyes still transfixed on the door as he gets in.

"Yeah yeah. Okay."

Behind the door Buck is staring into space before sliding down the door in shock touching his lips.

He blinks away his shock and pulls out of the yard.

----------

Hen notices something's wrong instantly. Chim does as well but he's not in the gossip mood yet.

He assumes he'll be after he had breakfast so instead of bothering a dazed Eddie he jogs up to the second floor for breakfast.

Hen crosses her arms watching the dazed man pass her and follow him into the locker room.

Eddie absent-mindedly changes and she sits on a bench looking out at the trucks.

"So what's up today?"

Eddie closes his locker turning to her, "I don't know. I actually have no idea. I just did it. It felt natural."

He walked out still dazed as a confused look dawns on her face.

"Did what?"

Her phone rings and checks it frowning at the caller.

"Buck?"

She picks up and Buck is absolutely distressed on the other side.

"I dunno what to do it just happened! It was so natural. Kind of weird how natural it was though. Shouldn't there be some sort of fanfare?"

Hen stand up, "Slow down Buck I have no idea what's going on. Now what happened?"

"Eddie kissed me as he left this morning."

"He WHAT?!"

She looked up at Eddie who was climbing to the second floor waving at the others.

"Give me a minute."

"Yeah, I dunno what to do. He was like see you later Evan. Bam! Kiss. Gone."

The she goes to and confronts Eddie and Chim latches into the gossip that's being told in the locker room.

(i feel like this could be something but i dunno i just wanted to write🤷🏾‍♀️)

#911 abc #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fox #tv shows #buckley diaz family #mini fic #911 speculation #ficlet #lgbtqia #bi disaster buck #eddie i will free you #trust #christopher diaz #henrietta wilson #chimney han

[onlyseokmins]

I’ve been thinking a lot about car sex when it’s raining outside with Vernon and an amazing playlist to the beat of a Chase Atlantic song

Ah okay so sorry for the wait on this 😭😭😭😭 I kept bouncing between writing this and other things but hope you enjoy it though! I got a tiny bit carried away sooooo some tw: mentions of cheating (BUT NOT LIKE THAT) daddy kink but jokingly, riding, and unprotected sex ehehehee

9/12 update: [sequel-ish]

🎶 I'm driving too fast in my Lincoln Town car

And I think, I just might flip it over

I've been in a rage and I'm headed your way

With the devil on my fucking shoulders 🎶

Hot, humid gusts that rush across your cheekbones from the open window are sated by the cool air conditioning blowing from the car's vents. It gives your skin a dewy glow under the passing streetlights that shine against the dark grey clouds dulling the faint twinkles of city lights in the distance. Laying your head against the headrest, you close your eyes and suck in a deep inhale.

"Do you wanna stop?"

You peek at the driver's windswept hair and his sharp gaze focused on the highway he's speeding down.  

"Nah. Not until you've driven out all that rage of yours."

He snorts. "You're not scared?"

"And why would I be?" You turn your body to face him. "You'd never hurt me, Hansol."

"Yeah? You believe that?"

"Of course." It's not simply blind trust you place in your best friend. It's utter certainty. "I feel a ton better riding shotgun because I know you won't go over the legal max speed limit and you won't be driving to Areum's house."

"What? Why are we talking about her so suddenly?"

You tsk and pat his thigh consolingly, ignoring how he tenses up.  

"You don't have to pretend with me but just know that the guy she was with tonight, she'll definitely end up cheating on him too." His noncommittal response only encourages you to keep talking. "Dude has nothing on you, by the way. Ugly as hell. Prolly rotten personality too. Trash belongs with trash."

Vernon shoots you a side-eye, another sly glance at what you wore to the club before pivoting his gaze back to the road with a raised eyebrow. 

"You think I'm good-looking," he bluffs with a smirk. All in an effort to try and shake the image of your crossed legs perched up on his dashboard, heels long discarded under the bottom of the seat, and that tiny skirt riding up way past your thighs — haunting visuals that threaten to be engraved into his memory.

"Duh. I've told you that a million times."

"You say things like my outfit looks nice. Not me, specifically."

"Omigod, excuse me? Yes. You're good-looking. Super hot!"

"Fuckable?"

You pinch the bridge of your nose. "You're in rare form tonight, 'Sol. Do you even need to ask? Jeonghan's girlfriend's friend was practically eye-fucking you the whole time."

"Yeah, but – "

"Take back the confidence that cheater tried to beat out of you. You could've gone home with someone just as hot as you. Meddle about with them and such."

🎶 You got me down on my knees

It's getting harder to breathe out

We only met each other just the other day

But you already got me feeling some type of way

Now if I could figure it out

I'd take you back to my house

So we could meddle about 🎶

"Is that what you were going to do with that bastard?"

"Who? Which one?"  

"The last one you were dancing with." Vernon scowls when you giggle. 

"I danced with several, silly. Hm, oh! The one you called me away from? Didn't get his name, you know him?"

The memory of a stranger's grubby hands daring to trace your exposed skin as you swayed to the techno beat had his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. "No."

"Ah," you sigh in disappointment, "but I would've liked to get to know him."

"So, you would've actually gone with him. What if he was a serial killer or something?"

"I can take care of myself, Vernon."

The sharp change in your tone has him flinching, a name he usually goes by suddenly unfamiliar when it comes out of your lips. He knows how independent and strong you are. It's what makes you sparkle and shine apart from others, what draws everyone to you. But that doesn't mean he shouldn't worry about you. The yearning for you to lean on him every so often is strong — especially when it feels that he's the one always relying on you.

🎶 I'm too phased, it's too late

But coming down is all I ever do, babe, yeah

And I'm so down if you're ready, and I'm floating but I'm heavy

And I'll show you if you let me, girl 🎶

"I… I know that — " 

Vernon is cut off when tiny rain droplets starting to dot the window abruptly turn into a deluge of water he can barely see through. Cursing under his breath, he slows down and takes the next approaching exit, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye again. You're calm but quiet, rolling up the window before crossing your arms. Knowing he'll keep you safe as always. Even if you’re a little pissed off at him right now.

He waits until he's pulled into an old shopping parking lot to speak again. The rain hits the roof of the car at a steady pace, almost drowning out the Chase Atlantic song playing on the radio. Unbuckling the seatbelt, he shifts in his seat to gaze at you although you avoid at looking him for the first time in a while.

"You really do trust in me, huh?" He acknowledges and you roll your eyes.

"Didn't I say I did? But that doesn't mean you have to act like you're my dad when it comes to who I flirt with. I always tell someone when I'm leaving and who I'm going with." 

Vernon is aware of that, the 'someone' usually being him as he watches you slip your hand in some random guy's for the night. Leaving him behind without a second glance, a brilliant smile on your pretty lips.

"Besides," you continue, "instead of worrying about me, have a little fun yourself. It's what you deserve after that shitty breakup. It just sucks she somehow shows up at every place we're at."

"I'm not trying to be your dad. But… I could be your daddy."

"What?" Lightning strikes but it's not from outside. Your eyes flash with something when you whip your head to face him in shock. "What did you just say?"

🎶 Push a little further on the edge

Crawl a little further on the bed, babe

I'm burning up, yeah, all I see is red

She said, "Fuck me like I'm famous", I said, "Okay" 🎶

He clears his throat, fidgeting in his seat. "I'm not saying I'm into that o-or that you have to be, I'm just — Fuck." He meets your electrifying gaze with his smoldering one as his voice lowers. "Don't you know how much I want you?"

"Vern — "

"Hansol," he corrects, "love it when you call me that. Only you." 

The name he rarely goes by anymore never sounded better falling breathlessly out of your lips when he leans across the console. It's not a challenge, it's a suggestion — one you accept by pressing your lips against his.

It's something both of you have dreamed of for so long. Never the right time or place. But here, underneath the stormy night sky in his black Volkswagen Jetta, Vernon tastes like stardust and the Twix bars he's always stealing from your cupboard.

You're not sure when you ended up in his lap but you can't complain as you run your fingers through the waves of his hair. Pressed up against him in such a tight space. The flurry of emotions has goosebumps raising on your skin and he pulls away, panting harshly. Your foreheads are touching as you gaze at each other.

"I can't believe you want me," he almost laughs in disbelief. "Is this real or am I dreaming?"

"Of course, you're not dreaming. I do want you. Always have. None of your partners ever treated you right." You roll your hips as a test and Vernon's low moan of your name only amplifies your confidence. "How could they when they weren't me?"

He slides his seat back, the sudden motion causing you to slam a hand against the window to try to steady yourself and avoid throwing your weight against him. But that's exactly what Vernon wants. Using the momentum to cup the round cheeks of your ass, he positions you right where the tip of his hard cock pokes against his jeans. You can feel him through the scrap of fabric that's a sorry excuse for panties, already ruined.

"You're so wet, baby," he murmurs against your lips. "All for me, yeah? No one else, no other guy could soak your pussy like me, right?"

Even if it was a lie (which it wasn't), you can only agree because Vernon doesn't move an inch until a resounding yes leaves your lips. It's another scrambled blur as you fight to unclasp his belt and jeans in the small space you have. It feels intimate and raw.

Just like your love for him.

You let out a relieved sigh when his cock is in your hand and Vernon echoes it, throwing his head back. You'd moved down a bit so you could jerk him off easier, giggling at how he twitches when he feels the heat of your pulsating cunt leaking all over his thigh.

"Wish I could suck you off, Nonnie," you whisper in his ear and he groans. "Feel the weight of your heavy dick against my tongue, lap you up like my favorite lollipop. Mhm, bet you taste so good. Your other partners were afraid to take you down their throat 'cause you're so deliciously big. But I wouldn't be." Your other hand gently strokes his cheek. "'Cause you'd never hurt me. Ever. Isn't that right, my sweet boy?"

Vernon's eyes snap back open, grasping at your wrist. "Yeah, I'd be so good to you, baby. But I need to be inside of this dripping pussy." A finger tentatively pushes your panties to the side. "Fuck, like right now."

🎶 I don't know if you already know how

But girl, I got the feeling that you know now

You're buried in the pillow, yeah you're so loud

But I'm about to show you, baby, slow down 🎶

This time, Vernon lets his head fall forehead and softly bumps your forehead with his as you attempt to sink down. He keeps his fingers splayed across both of your hips, bunching up the fabric of your short skirt so he can watch the way your puffy pussy lips part and wrap around the tip of his thick, hard cock.

Muttering obscene filth in your ear (“this skirt was just asking me to bend you over and slip inside all night”, “claim you as mine right in front of all of them”, “that’s what you wanted, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”) that simply makes you clamp nearly impossibly tighter around him.

Once your ass is seated against his thighs, thick length fully nestled within your warm walls, you think you hear someone screaming — and it must be you. Biting down hard on Vernon’s collarbone, your hips have a mind of their own and instantly begin sliding up and down until you’re bouncing so hard and fast enough that his car might be shaking.

Vernon’s eyes are fixed in awe at where he’s disappearing into you. His head is spinning, and he hurriedly pushes up your crop top, letting your tits fall free. Perfectly positioned in front of his face. 

“Sl-slow down, b-baby,” he gasps out, hand shooting out to cradle the back of your head before it hits the steering wheel or something.

You’re the prime visual of fucked-out and dick-drunk. Tears cause your mascara to run, tongue hanging out as you desperately moan, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as your hips fail to falter. Vernon thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful — and feels just as dizzy as you do — but he seeks to find an anchoring.

“L-love, slow down,” he fights to still your hips and your pitiful whines cause him to pepper little kisses on your neck and breasts. He can feel your erratic heartbeat sync with his as he shushes and soothes you. “Wanna savor this moment.”

“Hansolie… we can go for hours later after this. Even for weeks, maybe.”

It’s Vernon’s turn for his hips to buck up uncontrollably at the way you cutely pout his name along with the suggestion of “more later” while his cock is stuffed deep within you.

“Easy for you to say, I’m not sure my recovery time is as fast as yours, though.”

“Yeah? I’m sure I can fix that.”

He angles a particularly harsh thrust at your words. One that has you falling back against his chest so he can rasp in your ear. “Is that a promise?”

“Mhm, yeah…” you moan but the next, teasing comment that comes out of your mouth makes him realize that maybe he should just let you be fucked senseless. “Whatever daddy wants.”

“You’re such a sweet lil brat. Gonna let me eat this delicious lil pussy of yours in the backseat? Or should I drive home with my cum seeping out of it and clean you up on my bed instead? Hm? Say it.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“No, say my name.”

“Mhm, yes, Hansol…”

His name melts away into a loud moan before you’re slamming your lips against his so he can swallow up the scream that threatens to erupt as you hit your peak. Shuddering, you swear you can see stars even though the sunroof is closed, it’s nighttime, and it’s raining. You tremble in his arms, whimpering as he spills his own release deep within your walls — suddenly feeling sated and sleepy.

“Don’t wanna move.”

“Me either,” Vernon chuckles and kisses the top of your head. “Why don’t we just lay here for a bit?” He rubs tiny circles across your bare skin as you breathe in his comforting scent. “We’ll go home after it clears up a bit more.”

“I love you.” You snuggle against his neck. “I’ve always loved you.”

“Yeah? I love you too… always have.” He nudges you up so you can look into his honest, straightforward gaze. One that would never hurt you. “And I always will.”

#svt smut #seventeen smut #vernon smut #vernon hansol chwe smut #kpop smut #ez.creates #galaxyinyoureyes15 #svt.smut

[jinmukangwrites]

Oooh if you’re still doing drabbles linked universe + 28. Drunk?? Specifically Wild or Twilight?? Thank you ❤️❤️❤️

Hey don't cry, AO3 is down drabble prompts

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Twilight sighed when he came downstairs to see Warriors, Sky, Hyrule, and Wild all piss-drunk at the tavern.

Warriors, the obvious perpetrator for convincing the others to get drunk, was happily flirting with any ear that would listen. Sky was nursing another drink, eyes wet and close to tears, while Hyrule rubbed his back and chatted away like if he'd stop talking he'd explode.

Wild, on the other hand, was completely passed out at the wooden table, cup halfway empty and abandoned.

Twilight sighed, he didn't know why Wild would agree to something so spontaneous, especially considering Twilight's pretty sure he wasn't a drinker normally. He probably got peer pressure into it.

Regardless, Twilight passed the other heroes, deciding they will all meet, and deserve, their own fate with soberness, but Twilight was at least going to make sure Wild made it back to their shared rented room instead of ruining his back sleeping down here.

He grabbed Wild under the arm and hefted him up with a soft grunt. Wild mumbled something unintelligible, but Twilight didn't bother to try and decipher anything he said. He practically dragged the smaller hero back up the stairs, ignoring Warriors give a loud laugh to something luwd, and eventually he tugged Wild into their room and closed the door.

Wild's eyes have cracked open in the journey, but they're lazy and unfocused.

"Alright, cub," Twilight huffed, dropping Wild onto one of the beds. "Let's get you to bed."

Wild mumbled, groaning as he lifted a hand to his forehead. "Don...t wanna sleep."

"Sucks that you're a tired drunk, then." Twilight smiled to himself, unlacing Wild's boots and tugging them off.

Wild groaned again. "Sssucks. Head hurtss."

"Yeah," Twilight replied. "Drinking can do that."

"Duh- don't wanna sssleep. Huh-hate sleep. M'fraid I won-wont wake up."

Twilight paused, then looked up at the younger hero. He frowned at what he saw. Wild stared up at the ceiling, glaring at it like it had personally offended him. He looked exhausted, but his bottom lip was trembling.

Twilight approached so Wild could better see him. "You'll wake up, you'll have a killer headache, but you'll wake up."

Wild shook his head. "Keep... Keep falling ss-sleep. Weeks pass. Years. M'tired."

"How about this, I'll make sure you wake up."

Wild blinked lazily, but his eyes land on Twilight. "Puh...romise?"

Twilight smiled. "I'll be right here, I'll wake you up first thing in the morning."

It seemed that was all Wild needed to fully let himself relax. His eyes fluttered as he practically went boneless. "Guh... good... Thanks..."

His eyes slid shut, and his breathing evened out.

Twilight sighed, being a hand to his forehead and brushing the hair out of his face. He shifted Wild's limp body so he's under the covers, then doused the lamps. He better get to bed himself, he had a very important promise to keep, even though Twilight didn't think Wild's impending hangover would thank him for it.

#linked universe #hero of twilight #hero of the wild #jin writes #fanfiction #alcohol tw

[echo-stimmingrose]

Big Three Cousins Movie Night

(and nicknames)

Nico: *arriving* Hey, Pine Cone.

Thalia: Sup ghostie boy.

Nico: Where's Percy?

Thalia: Not here yet. Did you bring snacks?

Nico: Of course.

Thalia: Please tell me you brought more than just fruit snacks.

Nico: Oh please like I'd share my fruit snacks with you. I brought popcorn, M&Ms for you and blue gummy worms for Ocean Boy.

Thalia: Good then, I brought the sleeping bags and pillows.

Nico: The good ones?

Thalia: Of course! The hunters of Artemis only carry the best of sleeping equipment!

Nico: *mumbles* Only good thing about them.

Thalia: What was that, Death Boy?

Nico: Nothing.

Thalia: That's what I thought.

Nico: *growing impatient* Where is, Corn chip?

Thalia: I'm sorry.... Are you referring to Percy?

Nico: Yes. All he's been eating are fucking corn chips!

Thalia: Are they blue corn chips?

Nico: What kind of question is that?

Thalia: Yeah that was dumb. Of course they're blue!

Nico: Duh!

Thalia: But uh... Why are you so mad about his blue corn chips.

Nico: Because he's a fucking hypocrite! He told on me to Will when I was only eating fruit snacks but now he won't eat anything except the corn chips!

Thalia: *trying not to laugh* Okay then....

Nico: *rambling* and corn chips aren't even that good! Potato chips are so much better! At least they have flavor! He doesn't even dip them in anything he just eats them plain!

Thalia: Yes that is absolutely despicable of him. I mean, the nerve of some people!

Nico: Shut up, Birds Nest.

Thalia: Hey I was the whole tree, not just a birds nest.

Nico: I was referring to your hair.

Thalia: Wow, you're almost as much of a bitch as Sea Horse is.

Nico: Please, no one can compete with him on the bitchiest. Speaking of, where is Surfer Dude. He wants us to spend time together and then he's late!

Percy: *walks in*

Thalia: There's The Walking Wet Floor Sign!

Nico: *snorts* That's a new one.

Thalia: I know, it's great isn't it?

Nico: I still like "fish face"

Percy: Really guys? I just got here and you're already insulting me.

Nico: No that's wrong, we were insulting you before you got here.

Thalia: Are all fish this late to their own movie night?

Percy: At least I'm not a flightless bird.

Nico: A flightless bird and the nest all in one!

Thalia: Okay we better get the movie started before I commit two first degree murders!

Nico: Actually it would be second degree. For first degree you'd have to have premeditated, meaning you planned it. Second degree would apply here since you're doing it out of anger and in the heat of the moment.

Thalia and Percy: *no words*

Nico: *casual as can be* Also if you kill me my glow stick boyfriend will kill you so make your next move wisely.

Percy: Do I wanna ask....?

Thalia: Probably not.

Nico: I've met a lot of serial killers.

Percy: You were right, I shouldn't have asked.

Thalia: Uh huh... Moving right along! What movies did you bring, Whale Man?

Percy: Well Sparky, I brought a few I thought we could agree on.

Nico: Okay but no zombie movies!!!

Thalia: Why the fuck not? Those are the best?

Percy: Are you scared of zombie movies?

Nico: No, they're just so unrealistic it pisses me off. And no slashers either!

Thalia: Oh I am with you on that one! It's always some girl who always runs towards the killer!

Nico: Right! And it's always so predictable who the killer is.

Percy: Okay..... I've got some comedies.

Nico: No, I never understand like half of the jokes.

Thalia: You think that's cause of the Autism or the 70 years in the casino thing?

Nico: Not sure.

Thalia: You got any Romance?

Percy:.... You hate romance movies.....

Thalia: Yes but I do enjoy making fun of them.

Nico: I agree, that's a comedy I can enjoy.

Percy: No we are not watching a movie just to make fun of it.

Thalia: Why not? That's why we watched The Bee Movie.

Nico: He doesn't want to cause he enjoys cheesy romance movies.

Percy: How about a Sci-Fi movie?

Nico: Sure.

Thalia: No.

Percy: Okay... Apocalyptic?

Nico: No.

Percy: We could watch an ocean documentary.

Thalia: Only you would enjoy that.

Percy: Hey, I can understand what all of the sea creatures say, it's like an underwater soap opera.

Nico: But only you can understand.

Percy: Fine.. what about-?

Thalia: It's useless, were never going to agree.

Nico: Wanna watch the usual?

Thalia and Percy: *nods*

Percy: *puts on Ice Age Dawn of the Dinosaurs*

#multiple popcorn fights happen by the end of the night #big three kids #big three chaos #chaos cousins #movie night #percy jackson #thalia grace #nico di angelo #percy jackson and the olympians #heros of olympus #trials of apollo #pjo hoo toa #ice age #dawn of the dinosaurs

[koopaling-au]

The Rise of Koopa Kid pt. 13

Koopa Kid: You really think you could kick me in the face when we first met and get away with it, huh?

Troopas: *gurgle*

Koopa Kid: Losing too much blood? That's a shame.

Troopas: *struggling to breathe*

Junior: *picks up a rock*

Koopa Kid: Do you want me to end the misery for you?

Junior: *chucks the rock and sprints away*

Koopa Kid: *chases after him and pounces*

Koopa Kid: You forget I did Cross Country for a couple of years.

Junior: ...

Junior: Damn.

Koopa Kid: Heheh, stupid bodyguard got in the way. I was aiming for you.

Junior: W-why do you want to kill me? All I ever did was be a j-jerk to you but I didn't know it was that serious.

Koopa Kid: You don't deserve to be king.

Junior: Huh? What does that have to do with anything?

Koopa Kid: You're mean to your own half-siblings, the people that will work for you when you become king, so I'm keeping you out of it.

Junior: By killing me?! *panicking*

Koopa Kid: Duh. What else would I do?

Junior: I mean-

Koopa Kid: Also I want to become king.

Junior: Pfft! Even IF you killed me, you still wouldn't become king. Ludwig would.

Koopa Kid: Then I'll kill Ludwig. And everyone else in my way.

Junior: My dad would never crown a killer.

Koopa Kid: He'll never know I killed you.

Junior: Yeah he would.

Koopa Kid: How? You don't have witnesses or evidence.

Junior: Yeah I do.

Koopa Kid: *looks at Troopas* Pfft, yeah right. Your bodyguard friend is dying from blood loss.

Junior: *looks at Troopas* NOOOOOO!! Troopas get up!! I KNOW YOU CAN!!

Koopa Kid: He's going to be dead in a matter of minutes.

Junior: No, no, no, no. HELP!!!!!! PLEASE HELP!!!!!!! KAMEK!!! LUDWIG!!!!! EVEN IGGY!!!!!!!

Koopa Kid: *puts his nasty foot on Junior's mouth* Shut up, you brat!! Besides, they can't even hear you.

Junior: *sniffle* No...

...

I see a light in the mist.

If you read the bios, you would know who's there. (hopefully)

There's going to be approx. two more parts before the story ends!!

#the rise of koopa kid #bowser jr #troopas koopa #koopa kid

[tiredhawks]

Hmm Hawks being made to see a Commission therapist and she's like "yup you're good!" And Hawks is like yeah duh I already knew that. Weeks later Dabi is going through his medicine cabinet for pain killers and asks why Hawks takes antidepressants. Except Hawks denies that they're antidepressants. They're just some vitamins the Commission gave him to take for some reason.

#hawks #takami keigo #keigo takami #dabihawks #dabi #hawks mha #bnha hawks #touya todoroki #the commission: if he doesn't know then it doesnt exist

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Battle Of The Knights Alt Ending 4: There Are No Winners

Pairing: Moonknight trio x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: eh no one's vibing here lol

Genre: this one is angst

Summary: "So let me get this straight, you all like me, so you each want to take me on a date and let me decide what to do after?" You can't believe the words you're hearing even as you repeat them back.

What happens when the relationships you've built with Marc and his two alters are turned on their heads by a proposition that is anything but simple? How can they expect you to risk blowing up the carefully crafted dynamic you've worked so hard to create? And why do you agree to such an insane suggestion?

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There is no good choice. You've been thinking it over and over every day now and you can't see any decision going well. You can't possibly be expected to pick a favorite. That's what this is basically, picking a favorite person. At least that's what it feels like and you do not want to do that. How could you? No, there were too many unpredictable factors to try and choose one.

Hey guys, I made a choice. We should meet up when you all have a chance.

Their response comes quicker than you were expecting. Barely a few minutes pass before your phone dings with a message.

Sure, why don't we grab lunch tomorrow? We can go to our usual spot. -Marc

Good. Somewhere neutral. It'll make things easier. At least a little bit.

Works for me. Is 2 okay for time?

That's usually what time you guys would grab lunch there on the days you go so you can't imagine it'd be a problem but between the three of them- scheduling can be madness.

Two is perfect. See you then. -Marc

Great.

The next day you have to actively stop yourself from leaving extremely early to meet them. You're so anxious to get through this conversation that you were ready way before you needed to be and that left you with nothing to do but mull over how much you're dreading it until it's a reasonable time to leave. When you get to the cafe you're meeting at, they're already sitting at a table. You walk over and when they spot you they stand.

"Y/n, you made it." It's Marc that greets you with a smile and you hug him as you reply.

"Yeah! Hey, good to see you." You say taking a seat in the chair he wasn't in before you entered.

"Well duh we're like this." Marc crosses two fingers to indicate your closeness and you chuckle.

"Yeah, I guess we are pretty close." You hum.

"I went ahead and ordered for us since we got here early, courtesy of Steven, they should be calling it out soon so I wanna wait that way we're not like interrupted." Marc tells you.

"Oh yeah no problem we can wait. Thanks for ordering." You smile although you literally do not have the appetite for this lunch despite it being one of your favorites. It only takes a minute or two for them to call Marc's name and he jogs up to the counter to retrieve your meals and bring them back.

"And the food has arrived." He announces as he sets down your bag in front of you and sits down again.

"Indeed it has." You smile popping open the bag to pick at your fries. You don't want to open the sandwich you always get just yet because if this conversation goes as horribly as you're worried it will you'll want to be able to grab your lunch and leave.

"Alright, decision day, right?" Marc prompts as he pulls out his food and starts unwrapping things.

"Right." You nod.

"You know I have to admit I didn't think you'd really use the whole three weeks when you said it at the end of our date." Marc says before taking a bite of his sandwich.

"Yeah, well- you guys gave me a lot to think about. I had to make sure I made the right decision. But I'm sure the waiting was killer. Especially with how y'all can be." You muse.

"How we can be?! Rude!" He protests.

"Maybe but it's not incorrect." You shrug.

"I resent that." His eyes narrow at you.

"Oh I'm sure you do." You scoff. Marc chuckles and you allow his laughter to die down while you settle your nerves before speaking again. "I love you guys, you know that, right?"

"Of course. And we love you." Marc says without missing a beat.

"Then... I hope you'll understand when I say I won't- pick one of you." You say shakily. Marc freezes in the middle of putting down his sandwich at your words.

"What?"

"I had- a lot of fun with you, each of you, but I can't date any of you. I love you, really but this just- we work well as we are and I don't want to change that." You say. There's a long pause where Marc is frowning at- nothing in particular, he's not looking at you and after over a minute passes you stand up, assuming he needs space to process things.

"If you weren't going to choose to be with one of us why go through the trouble of doing any of this?" It's Jake's voice that stops you from standing all the way.

"What?"

"If you weren't going to choose any of us what was the point of doing all of this at all?"

"It's what you asked me to do. I did exactly what you asked. Go on a date with each of you and make a decision after that. You don't like my decision and I can understand that. You don't have to like it but it's my choice and you will respect it, Jake. I expect at least that much from you."

"So all of this was just to appease us- because we asked?" Jake looks at you, practically glares at you.

"Of course it was. Look I had a lot of fun with you all really I did- but you all are a unit that I have no desire to split up in any way and you all plus me work really well- the way we are now. I don't want to mess that up either. I like the way things are." You say meeting his stare head on. As worried as you were about all of this you refuse to let Jake intimidate you.

"It sounds like you're scared. We put ourselves out there to you and you can't be bothered to risk doing the same?!"

"It's not about that Jake. I care about all of you and I have no interest in seeing things shift. If- this decision is what destroys our friendship if you- can't speak to me anymore because I refuse to choose between you, I can live with it. I'd rather lose all of you at once now than lose you one at a time." You say calmly.

"Why is that the only outcome you see?"

"I've spent the past 3 weeks going over every possible way this ends- there are too many not good possibilities. I don't like the odds. I understand that you're upset and I will give you space to deal with that." You shake your head.

"And what if we don't want to see you again?" Jake asks harshly. You don't allow that flash of hurt you feel to simmer as you answer him.

"I will respect that choice." You say, slowly, because as much as you try to mask it the idea does hurt you to think about.

"Y/n- wait. Jake- he's upset, we all are- but he doesn't mean that. We'd never-"

"Don't speak in absolutes. And don't speak for him. He might not get over this and he doesn't have to. It's okay if he- never wants to talk to me again." You cut off Steven's frantic attempts at defusing the situation.

"He'll come around. You know he will- he's never been able to stay mad at you." Steven says.

"This is different Steven. I think he feels particularly betrayed. He doesn't- feelings aren't something he allows himself and the one time he did- it backfired. The door is always open for him but- he may not want to speak to me again and that's okay too, but I'll always be around if he does."

"Y/n-"

"I- I should go but I'll see you around. I love you by the way. All of you. I'm sorry things didn't go the way you hoped." You say grabbing your lunch and darting out of the place before Steven can try more placating. This played out about as well as you expected but you feel you made the best choice for you and that's all that should matter. Right?

***

Taglist: @queerponcho @avengersinitiative2012 @stressed-cherry

#marvel #marvel fanfiction #marc spector #marc spector x reader #steven grant #marc spector fanfiction #marc spector fluff #steven grant fanfiction #jake lockley fluff #moonknight #moonknight x reader #moonknight fanfiction #steven grant fluff #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant angst #jake lockley angst #marc spector angst

[sebluvsmetal]

Hello!!!! I was wondering if you were ok with writing korekiyo shinguji x bilingual reader specifically German and English if that's alright with you. Pls&thx

:3

sure! i made it a little unserious though... hope you like it :,)

NEW WORDS

Pairing: Korekiyo Shinguji x Reader Fic

"What are you doing?" Korekiyo inquired curiously, his piercing eyes peering into your book. "Reading, duh," you replied bluntly, completely invested in each word as your eyes scanned the page, flipping to the next. "What is the book about?" Korekiyo's golden eyes seemed to flicker between yours and the book, leaning in closer to you. You felt his breath on your neck through the mask, the hairs on your arms standing as you shivered at the proximity. "It's about a man that falls for an enigmatic woman, but he's unaware that she's a serial killer." He hummed softly, resting his head on your shoulder. "What's the man's name?" "Giovanni. But blödmann is more fitting, because he's stupid." You joked, nudging the long haired man's side playfully with your elbow. He moved away, tilting his head. "Come again? I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear it well." "His name is Giovanni, but blödmann fits him better because he's dumb." You repeated, sighing as you dogeared the page. You shut the book and placed it on the small coffee table in front of you, aware that you wouldn't be able to focus if Korekiyo was conversing with you like this. "No, the word," he clarified, his eyes dropping to analyze the book cover with interest before darting back to you. Korekiyo listened intently for your response, propping his chin on his hand. "Blödmann. It means dumbass in German," you explained with a soft giggle, as Korekiyo nodded and put a finger under his chin. He seemed to be absorbing the information. "Blöd... mann..." He quietly repeated in syllables, the words feeling foreign on his tongue. "Is that how you say it?" "Yeah. Try to say it faster," you encouraged, doing a hand gesture as you both said it at the same time. "Blöd. Mann. Blödmann." You laughed, but Korekiyo took it seriously. "Am I pronouncing it incorrectly?" He asks calmly, wanting to learn from whatever mistake he thought he had done. "No, you did great," you smiled at him, patting his back. "Considering that you're new to German, dumbass is not a good first word. It's an offensive insult, you know." "Hmm... Okay. Then can you teach me some more words?"

MASTERLIST i apologize if it's wrong, german isn't my mother tongue! please correct me if there are any mistakes.

#korekiyo shinguji #korekiyo shinguji x reader #korekiyo shinguji x you #danganronpa #new danganronpa v3 #drv3 #drv3 killing harmony #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa v3 korekiyo shinguji #seb's writing

[marchsfreakshow]

Nightshade {JPM X Fem!Reader}

Requested by Anon<3

You're just as mysterious as James, he has to have you.

Warnings! Suicide.

Inspired by "Ultraviolence" by Lana Del Ray.

No one's perspective

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ◕ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Y/N walked into the grim hotel. She had only planned to stay for a few days because of family. So, not wanting to waste time, she got her key and started to walk up to the room. The hallways were long, tiring and dark. It slightly scared Y/N, she was unsure where to go but tried anyway. "Room..30." She mentioned to themselves, looking at the dark key.

James, on the other side of the hallway, was looking at the woman. She looked mysterious and like she was a woman who potentially could be with James. He liked the look of her, and the scared energy she radiated. He walked towards her, but Y/N opened her room door and closed it just as quickly. It made James wonder what she was doing in the room.

"She smells like you James." The Countess mentioned, walking past James. She had been walking behind you nonchalantly, like another guest in the hotel. But she could tell who you were, what you were here to do. To see if the curse was real.

"She does?" James asked, smiling confidently. He tugged at his blazer, adjusting it. "Well, she is a pretty bird. If I see her again, I may converse with her." The Countess nodded, and walked off, presumably to her own room.

What were you doing while this was happening?

Your ear was to the door, listening to see if anything went on. You had heard of ghosts, but never believed in them. Before the Hotel Cortez. Ghosts lived and ran the place. You absolutely did not believe that James Patrick March was still there, so you went there yourself to see.

Telling your sister was easy, she made it out without being killed, as she said to you. So she made an easy excuse for your parents. New York was a bustling city, rife with energy. The energy you felt you needed after living in a small, rural town for your whole life. Everyone knew everyone personally it was that small. Everyone going to dinner, everyone doing errands. The village always had one big Thanksgiving every year. It bored you to tears after a while.

You wanted Thanksgiving and Christmas in a city. Not a village.

Your two bags didn't hold much. But distracted, you didn't hear the knock, and James open the door, and it knocked you over, your temple immediately shooting pain all around your head. "ow.." You whined, vision blurry.

"Oh! I am so sorry my dear, let me help you up." James took a gentle hold of your hand and arm, bringing you up. Stood up now, your vision cleared, but a hand still holding your temple. The pain still shooting. But once your vision cleared, the shock took over. There he stood. The owner of the Hotel. James Patrick March. "How are you on this fine evening? I always like to say hello to our visitors."

"you're...you are.." You weakly held up a finger, pointing to the handsome, and well-dressed man. He encapsulated you, but you didn't want that. You couldn't have that. You carried nightshade with you everywhere so people wouldn't touch you. Thankfully, you took out of your pockets around your family. But then you remembered James was dead. He would not be affected by the flower.

"Yes indeed. It is a shock, I understand that." James just had that smile on his face. You knew it. You had heard too much about the man. But the shock faded, and you just looked bewildered instead. "You have heard of me. I can tell."

"uh, fucking yeah. You're the one who helped the 12 commandments killer." You said in a very 'duh!' way. It had slipped your mind how clever this gentleman was. How he built the hotel. He could so easily take your waist around his arms and put a knife to your neck, letting the blade feel every fold of your skin. Then he lets the knife open your neck, blood covering his lovely, navy suit. It slipped your mind of how much he adored killings, and how much he loved to kill.

The realisation soon hit the front of your brain, and then you just sat down on your uncomfortable bed. It was hard, and like the springs had broken. It felt like you had to pull a spring away from your ass so you were comfortable. But James soon held the nightshade up to himself examining it. "I find it odd, sweet bird, that you can keep this flower in your pockets and not die from it when it's so close to you."

"I'm poison myself arent I?" You mentioned, a dark look on your face. "This is a place where people go to die. I am no different." You got up and yanked the flower from James' grip. The words that left your lips made the man raise an eyebrow. He took your free hand and twirled you around so you were against the wall.

"You are like me, my new bird." He smirked, slightly towering over you. You were wearing small heels, so you were only a bit taller.

"I am?"

James nodded, inhaling your own scent before the nightshade's scent. "You are so familiar."

You didn't want to hide your secret from the serial killer. But you thought he was crazy, he was out of his mind, and you definitely had a feeling he whacked off after every kill. But you erased that thought from your mind, as a vivid imagination was coming to your brain. "You like violence too." He said, letting you go from his own hold.

"What?" You sputtered, forgetting which bag had your handgun in. So you opened one and your gun was there on top of your toiletries. Suddenly you felt a bit embarrassed, he was right about you, and how mysterious you felt. He knew you were wasting time, conversating with him.

Your thoughts were racing. Your suicidal ideation, your suicide note that you left on your bedside drawer, your teddies that were in your other bag, your friend's faces, how hot James looked staring you down.

Wait what?

"I won't stop you hummingbird. I won't stop anyone. I'll just let Miss Evers know that your body must be cleaned up." He stated the words like a regular fact. Like it was a normal occurrence. What you were thinking, of course, it was a normal occurrence! You were in The Hotel Cortez.

Both you and James were poison. Death crawled to you and him. Death was by your side 24/7. Unintentionally the perfect match. Death couldn't cheat you and James. Death was in a box with the two.

But now James had you in a chokehold.

You knew you wanted to end your reign of poisoning people, but you started to think about your loved ones and the people who you helped. They eventually did it anyway, they just waited for you to not come see them.

Death.

The noise.

It scared no one.

No one was shocked, no one was surprised. Not even James. He knew. He knew you were done being poison. But he felt maybe you could be poison with him forever. The windows were suddenly painted a dark red. Thank god no one was in the alleyway, to see the splatter. Words came and went past you.

Your eyes were back to blurry. A woman in white smiled at James. She said something. You were unsure of what she said, but soon she walked away. James got closer and closer to you. He held out a hand. So you took it, he brought you up and placed a cold, dead kiss on your now ruined and red lips. It felt energetic. if that could happen now.

Finally. Your own death.

It had consumed you. It encapsulated you in a box that you had a death in. Now death had won this fight. What were you going to do now?

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Goku Black - Bloodlust 🦇

hey ml's <3 I wanted to take part in kinktober this year but I don't trust myself enough to be able to write something everyday so I decided to do this instead. Goku Black totally fits the role of a vampire 😻 so this is a lil something that I thought of. There might just be a smutty part two since this one isn't spicy at all. Ps. I meant it when I said kinktober ain't for me because I started this on the 1st of October and only finished it now 😭

You're giddy with excitement as you make the final adjustments to your costume. You gaze into the mirror in your room as you admire the alluring witch costume you had picked just for Halloween. The short black dress hugs your curves and the stockings pair well with the boots you borrowed from your best friend, Bulma.

"Woah! Look at you. That dress looks amazing on you." She compliments after she finishes with her makeup and finally gets a good look at you. You twirl for show and laugh. "Thanks. The mixture of scary and sexy is a great combo, I must say. But I can't over how good you look. Vegeta will be drooling when he sees you."

This year, the two of you decided not to wear matching costumes like you always do and she had chosen to dress up as a scary yet hot killer clown. "You think so? I invited him to the party but he didn't say if he was coming or not." She sounds unsure and you click your tongue. "He'll definitely turn up, trust me. He wouldn't miss it if it means he gets to bang you in one of the bathrooms."

She squeals in excitement at the mention of that and puts a hair clip in her hair before grabbing her small purse and opening it to show you the contents inside. "I have over 30 condoms in here just in case." Your eyes widen as you see the square plastic wrappers all bunched up inside as if it's the only thing in her purse. "30?" She nods. "Yeah. He has crazy stamina!"

After grabbing your witch hat, you link arms with her and walk downstairs, making sure to take a couple of pictures together before you two are on your way out.

The air is chilly, a cold breeze drifting through the neighbourhood. Your excitement is evident as you take in all the Halloween decorations littered across each lawn of every house you pass. Small kids walk around, some holding their parents hands as they yell the infamous words, "Trick or treat!"

"Don't you just love Halloween? We get to watch all these scary movies and dress up and go to parties..." You have a wide smile on your face and Bulma chuckles. "I agree. The parties are the best part for me and I can't wait to see what everyone else is dressed up as."

You walk to a quieter part of the neighbourhood where not as many children are loitering around. For some weird reason, you get a strange feeling as if someone is watching you. It's almost unsettling and you're glad your arm is linked with Bulma's. "It's quiet here." You mutter underneath your breath, hearing the voices and laughter of children all the way behind you.

"Well duh. They didn't want kids in this part because of the party. We don't need kids knocking at the door and asking for candy while all of us will be getting fucked up." Her voice sounds loud in the quiet of the neighborhood. You know you're just being paranoid, but you swear that someone is watching you from all angles.

"Bulma, I think-"

Your words are cut off by a squeal as she unlinks her arm with yours. "There he is!" She whisper yells and your gaze shifts as you see Vegeta walking ahead with his friend, Nappa. A gust of wind blows your witch hat off your head and it tumbles down the street behind you.

"Come on." She pulls on your hand so that you can catch up with the two guys but you stop in your tracks. "My hat blew off. Go on ahead, I'll meet you at the party." You tell her, already looking behind you and trying to spot the black hat. "You sure?" She questions and you nod before the two of you separate.

Despite wanting to run back to her and endure Nappa's shameless flirting, your outfit just isn't complete without the iconic witch hat.

You stray further and further away from the destination of the house where the party is. An expression of confusion is all over your face as you wonder where the hell your hat could be. Was the wind that strong that it blew it all the way across the neighborhood?

You're about to give up your search when you hear an ominous voice coming from a barely lit alleyway. "Looking for this?" You turn to your left and see a man, his skin pale, a contrast to his pitch black hair and eyes. He's holding your witch hat in his hand and you feel almost uneasy. "Yeah."

Neither of you make a move and you contemplate turning around and letting him keep the hat. He dangles it in front of him and you take a deep breath before advancing toward him, his form towering over yours.

You reach out to grab your hat but he moves it behind his back. "Your costume looks good on you, mortal." His eyes roam over the tight fitting dress on your body and you avert your gaze to the brick wall. You've never seen this man in your neighborhood before and you'd rather not prolong this interaction with him. He smirks and reaches out, grabbing your chin to make you look at him.

You have no choice but to look into his eyes and your gaze roams over his features, noticing how attractive he is with a chiseled jawline, high cheek bones and those lips that tug up into a smirk. The longer you stare into those onyx eyes of his, the more you feel your mind almost in a trance like state.

"I wonder what you taste like."

He says softly. He drops your witch hat, his right hand slithering around your waist as he pulls you closer toward him before he lowers his face toward your neck. You're confused but surprisingly not scared of the fact that some random man has his hands on you. "I hope you don't mind."

Before your brain can even register what's happening, you feel his ice cold lips on your neck, leaving a trail of light kisses on your warm skin. You gasp softly at the contact as you wonder why he's so cold. Was he outside the whole time?

Suddenly, he opens his mouth and you feel two pricks. You flinch as his fangs sink into your neck and your eyes widen as your hands move to his chest but you don't push him away. It hurts like hell and he sucks, his fangs still buried in your neck as a low growl emits from his throat.

Your mind is hazy as you try to comprehend what's happening and a soft whimper escapes your mouth after a few moments when he finally pulls away. The spot where he bit is throbbing with pain and you stare up at him as your heart pounds in your chest. A trickle of blood dribbles down his chin before he swipes at it with his thumb and licks it. "No screaming? Well aren't you a fascinating little mortal."

You're at a loss for words as you try to figure out what the hell just happened. He bends down to pick up your hat before placing it on your head, that smirk never leaving his face.

"Until we meet again, mortal." Are the final words you hear from him before he vanishes before your eyes.

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