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cissyenthusiast010155 · 10 months

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hey!! can i request marilyn x fem!reader smut.

dom marilyn,mommy kink,degration

and the prompt Beg me. Go on…”

Yes yes yes! I’ve been wanting to write more for Marilyn 😝 Thanks for the request! Marilyn finding out about Older!Student!Reader writing fanfiction about her… Hope you Enjoy 💞 PSA: Marilyn is not Laurel Gates in this.

Fantasies Coming True ~Dom!Marilyn Thornhill xFem Sub!Student!Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#56. “Beg me. Go on…”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smutty smut smut, fingering, implied smutty fanfiction, age gap (all legal), mommy kink, degradation kink, praise kink, begging kink, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

You’d been at the school for a few years now. And this year, Principal Weems brought in a new, normie teacher: Marilyn Thornhill.

The students were certainly buzzing about her. So much so that there was a bunch of student written fanfiction buzzing around.

Some about Marilyn and other teachers… Some about Marilyn and a reader insert… Some even about Marilyn and a student…

And you had to admit that you had written some yourself. You just couldn’t help yourself… The woman was so… magnetic. And your writing got around.

“Hey Yoko…!” You whispered across the classroom, “I need my papers back, where are they…?”

Yoko merely shrugged.

“Last saw it in Ms. Thornhill’s classroom…” she whispered back.

And that’s where your problems began. You gulped and your mind started spiraling.

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As soon as your classes were over for the day, you bee lined it to Ms. Thornhill’s classroom. You knocked on the door anxiously and entered the greenhouse. You were met by the red headed botany teacher who had a certain twinkle in her eye. Blush instantly coated your face.

“Oh Miss L/N, I’m so glad you stopped by…!” She exclaimed.

“You… you are…?” You stuttered.

Your stomache was doing summersaults.

“Yeah, I believe you left something in my classroom today…” she said with a mischievous tone lacing her voice.

You gulped.

“I… I did…?” You chocked out.

At this, Marilyn nodded, went to her desk, picked up your papers, walked over to you, and handed them to you.

“I— thank you Ms. Thornhill. You… you didn’t read them by chance, did you…?” You stuttered, flustered by her close proximity and not meeting her gaze.

Marilyn let out a small sigh at your words. You then felt her hand cup your chin and direct your gaze back to hers.

“I did, babe…” she confessed.

Now you were truly panicking. You swiftly backed away from her touch and tried to escape to the door. But the red head had you cornered to the back of one of the student desks. You looked at the red head helplessly.

“Did you mean what you wrote?” Marilyn purred.

You gulped.

“Answer me…” she growled, grabbing your chin and forcing your gaze back to hers.

Your breath hitched and your panties were most definitely soaked through by now.

“Yes, Ms. Thornhill…” you whispered.

“Uh uh uh, that’s not my name…” Marilyn tauntingly purred, “What’s my name?”

“Yes, mommy…” you whimpered.

“Good girl…” she purred, “Now tell me what you want.”

“I…What?”

Marilyn’s hand moved from your chin to your throat and she squeezed.

“Don’t make me repeat myself…” she growled.

“I—sorry mommy…!! I… I want you!” You whimpered, moaning lightly at the pressure on your throat.

“Beg me. Go on… Beg me to call you a slut and fuck you dumb…” the red head taunted.

Your eyes widened.

“Please mommy… please please use me fuck me I’m yours please—!!” You desperately pled.

“Such a sweet slut…” Marilyn purred, cocking her head to the side.

You held your breath and clenched your thighs together in anticipation. Then the red head backed away slightly, eliciting a whine from your lips.

“Strip.” She growled. “And if I hear one more whine from you, I’ll bend you over my lap and spank your ass until your arousal is dripping down your thighs…”

“Yes mommy…” you whimpered, scurrying to removed all your clothing.

Soon, you stood in front of the red head, completely nude and vulnerable. Marilyn smirked in amusement.

“Give mommy a turn around and let her see that pretty, slutty body of yours…” she purred.

“Yes mommy…”

You did as you were told and spun around in a circle slowly. The red heads gaze raked up and down your frame, her eyes hungrily devouring your figure. Suddenly, the woman was invading your space again, trapping you in between her body and the desk once more. She then took your frame and guided you to straddle her lap on her chair. Marilyn ran a finger teasingly through your folds.

“Oh my, you’re dripping, sweet whore…” she lustfully purred.

You shuddered at her actions and words, moving your hands to stabilize yourself on her lap.

“Yes mommy… all for you mommy… all yours…” you whimper, bucking your hips into her lap desperately.

“I love a whore who knows who she belongs to…” the red head purrs, sliding two fingers inside your heated core.

“Oh my—Fuck…!!” You breathily moan out, instinctually matching her thrusting rhythm with your own hips.

“My fingers feel that good, slut…?” She taunts.

“M’mmmm yes mommy…!” You breathily mewl.

“Like me fucking you like the dumb slut you are…?” The red head lustfully sneers, sliding yet another finger into your dripping cunt.

“yes GOD yes please mommy…!!!” You cry out.

Marilyn worked your core, pumping and curling her fingers into you with skill. Your hip jerkings got more and more sloppy. And when the red heads digits curled and hit that spongey spot inside you…

“FUCK mommy—!!!” You cried out.

The red head wore a wicked little smirk on her face as she continued to pound into that spongey spot inside your aching core. Your walls started to flutter around Marilyn’s fingers and your mind was slipping more and more into a mindless puddle of sex.

“Oh my… Does my little slut wanna cum…?” She taunted.

You nodded vigorously. But then Marilyn pulled her fingers all the way out of you. You looked at her frantically with a look of awe and disappointment on your face. Her hand moved back up to your throat, your slick traveling up your body, as she squeezed hard.

“I expect answers, slut…” she growled.

“No mommy please I’m sorry mommy please I’ll be good I promise please I’ll be good…!!” You desperately pled.

Your begging seemed to do it for Marilyn, because without warning, she plunged three fingers back into your throbbing cunt. You let out a sudden guttural moan and began rocking against her fingers fast and hard.

“Please please please…” you chanted.

“What do you want, whore? Use your words…” the red head taunted.

“Want… wanna… cum…!” you breathily mewled, “please mommy…”

Marilyn then started marking, sloppily kissing around your neck, leaving dark marks and bruises.

“Cum for mommy…” she lustfully husked.

Her words sent you over the edge. Obscenities and leud cries spewed from your lips, your walls clenched around Marilyn’s digits, as your orgasmed rocked through your body. Hard.

She pulled her fingers out and you were left a panting mess in her lap.

“So, did that love up to your fantasies, sweet girl…?” She wickedly purred.

You bit your lip and nodded generously.

“Yes mommy…” you panted.

“Good…” she hummed, bringing her lips to the shell of your ear,

“And the next time you want something from mommy, just ask, sweet slut…” Marilyn purred.

“And I better not see any more of your fantasies floating around the school…” she growled.

Your breath hitched.

“Yes mommy…” you whimpered.

The red head then praised you, making you blush, and then she sent you on your way with the promise that she was by no means done with you.

~~~

Marilyn Thornhill Masterlist

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starbabyg · 2 months

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Umm Hi?! Ur the first person that I’ve seen do a juraj ANYTHING so i’m immediately a fan. I saw ur post asking for like ideas and I’ve got a WHOLE BUNCH.

Coaches Daughter 🫡🫡 - -Take it and run w it tbh

Sports announcer - - like y/n is a up-and-coming sports announcer and she’s not impressed with juraj ir anything that he does but then he gets word of her commentary and feels like he HAS to meet her. and then they meet and she’s like “i don’t like you because your being mean” or smth like that and he comes back with like “i could me meaner” ukwim? js like cute little flirty innuendos? then they like sleep tg and at his next game her attitude completely changes and her fellow announcers are like “wtf happened? u js said this guy was terrible like two days ago?” - - that one has been on my mind for a while lol

i have more but i didn’t want to make it too long lmao😭😭

BOOKIEEEE I LOVE THESEEEE!!!

I loveeee the coach’s daughter trope so much I feel like Slaf would just be so smug about it like “yea I’m fucking your daughter so what?” And coach would just have to accept it cause y/n is his baby and she’s just so in love with Juraj even if he’s just a lil bit of an asshole.

But omggg how you explained the sports announcer fic ugh I’m panting 🥵🥵 Juraj would definitely want to confront y/n, and when she sees him all upset with his thick brows furrowed she can’t help but be a bit flustered. He gets a lil cocky when he sees her start to crack a bit, but he thinks she’s so hot he’s still a little nervous.

I’ve been so busy planning my 21st birthday I haven’t been able to write but just know I’m sketching it out and these fics are added to my drafts like asap no Rocky!! And don’t be afraid to send in asks to my inbox send as many as you want I loveee receiving and reading them!! 💞💞 xX

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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CONGRATS ON 500!!!!! I’m so happy for you, you deserve all of that and more! Your writing never fails to put a smile on my face 💞

If it’s alright, can I please request: 🪩 you want me to paint your nails? With Billy? Maybe it’s a note he sticks into her locker before school ends on the day of their date or something, and he’s really making an effort to be approachable for her? He doesn’t want to scare her away, bless him 😭 thank you if you do, I know you said they’re new to you so I totally understand if you don’t want to! Congrats again, I adore you and your blog 💞

slumber party shenanigans

billy hargrove x gn!reader

a/n: thank you!!! you’re so sweet and i’m so happy to hear that 🥹 and of course you can! this is a really cute idea. i don’t mind trying something new! i hope that this turns out okay and you enjoy it <33

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🪩 you want me to paint your nails?— i’ll write you a mock love letter from the character of your choice. just give me a little something for them to write to you about! this one will be very new for me to try and i won’t make them terribly long, but i hope they might turn out sweet.

Billy is grateful that your locker is one of the bottom ones. That way, when he sticks his hand out and slides a folded piece of paper through the slats in the metal door, no one can see him. He wouldn’t have liked reaching up to do this.

You agreed to see him tonight, and he’s been freaking out ever since the both of you set up a date. He has so much to say, but it’s hard for him, and he’s worried if he doesn’t say anything, that you’re going to realize he’s a dick and that he doesn’t really want to spend time with you.

It didn’t get any better when Billy saw you earlier, either. You’re the first girl that’s managed to fluster him, and he’s trying to figure out how to deal with that. Usually, it’s the other way around.

When the last bell rings, Billy watches you go to your locker, just to make sure he didn’t accidentally put the note in the wrong one. He’s too nervous to actually see you read it, so he heads out.

The paper you find has Billy’s math homework on one side, something for you on the other.

You look so pretty today, it reads.

I wanted you to know that. Not that you don’t look pretty everyday, because you do. Just especially today. I like what you’re wearing. That color looks good on you.

I was thinking maybe I’d take you to the bookstore after dinner tonight. Max told me there’s a sale or something. Unless you don’t want to. We can do whatever you want.

Oh, I got an A on that paper you helped me with, by the way. Click said she “liked my perspective.” Thank you. I’m excited to see you in a little while. I’ll swing by at 7.

I’ll see you later, okay?

Billy

You tuck the letter in your pocket, feeling your cheeks warm, and flutter in your chest. You’re excited to see him too. So excited it makes you nervous.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x gn!reader #billy hargrove x gender neutral reader #bookshelf-dust’s 500 follower celebration #bookshelf-dust’s slumber party

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t-thathandsomedevil · 6 months

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Day off || Lily Evans x fem! Reader

Author note <3

Hiiiiii Lily just has my heart like🙄 im in science class rn (im supposed to b playing blooket but it sucks dics)

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING GRYFFINDOR X READER LIKE I ONLY DO SLYTHERINS (and my first time doing marauders era)

I always accept corrective criticism, spelling correction, grammar correction, and requests.

I appreciate your support 💞

Sé onr sverdar sitija hvass!

-Arii💕

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

You were tired and your eyelids were heavy, but you ran your hand through your H/L H/C hair and turned your attention back to the piece of parchment in front of you, the lamp by its side casting it a warm glow.

You sighed and looked at the pages filled with writing, scribbling, and a few doodles in the corner, all written in black ink.

This is only two pages….. It should be five! You thought, sighing deeply and dipping your quill back into the ink.

Paragraph 4 — Werewolf lore, You wrote on your third piece of parchment, and though you only used two pages, your handwriting was small and if anyone else copied it onto their parchment, it would most likely take up five or six pages.

You scribbled with your quill for a few couple hours before your eyelids felt heavier than ever, like they were made of metal.

One more page… you thought encouragingly to yourself.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

“Y/N?”

You groaned and ignored the voice.

“Y/N?”

“Y/N!?” YOur eyelids fluttered open and you lifted your head abruptly, causing your vision to temporarily blur and your head to temporarily spin.

“Y/N, why were you sleeping in the common room with your quill?” Lily asked you with a look of concern on her face “Were you staying up to do your homework again?”

You flinched slightly as her tone suddenly went from worried to stern. “Uh” was the only thing you could say.

“Y/N, overworking is not good for you.” Lily said, knitting her eyebrows with a look of mingled concern and distress.

“It’s oka–”

“No, it's not!” Lily cut in, her eyebrows furrowed and a slight frown on her face “What time did you go to sleep, Y/N?”

You thought for a moment, biting your lip “I don’t know..”

Lily huffed and put her hands on her hips “You're not going to class today. I am going to get your absence excused and you will not do anything related to homework, school, or studying.”

YOu stared at Lily with a look of disbelief “But… My essay is due tomorrow and I only have four and a half pages done and I still have to do my essay for professor Slughorn and professor Dippet!”

Lily shook her head “No.”

You sighed and gave up trying to change Lily’s mind, since anyone who’s talked to her would know, if she decided on something, that decision is final and nobody can do anything to make her change her mind. “Okay. Fine.”

Lily’s expression became brighter immediately “Okay!” she said, beaming and pulling you up onto your feet.

You couldn’t help but smile at Lily’s adorableness. “Okay, Evans.” you said, rolling your eyes.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

You sat on your bed, your sketchbook in your lap, doodling absentmindedly.

“Y/N!” Lily plopped onto the bed next to you “What are you drawing?”

“Uh,” You looked down at your paper “I’m just doodling… you were gone for a while and I got bored.”

Lily laughed, “It wasn’t that long! It was only like twenty minutes!”

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “Twenty minutes is a long time when you're sitting on the floor doing nothing!”

Lily pulled a look of fake consideration “Yea, sure.”

You smiled and looked at Lily, your E/C eyes locking with Lily’s green ones for a split second before you looked away, feeling flustered for no reason. Get yourself together, Y/N. You silently chided yourself, ashamed of the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“You Okay?” Lily asked you, the smile slowly disappearing from her face, being replaced by a look of concern.

“Yea, I’m fine, just spaced out for a second.” You gave Lily a reassuring smile. “What do you want to do for the whole day without class?”

Lily’s smile reappeared immediately “I planned the whole day earlier!” She said excitedly, practically jumping with enthusiasm.

“How much earlier?”

“When I was walking to Professor Dumbledoor’s classroom.”

You sighed, a smile on your face “I’ll trust you planned well in like, five or less minutes.”

“I did, promise.”

You nodded and rolled your eyes “Okay, what’s the plan?”

Lily grinned and smiled coyly “It’s a surprise!”

“Humph.” You fake-glared at Lily “Fine. Don’t tell me.”

Lily rolled her eyes and grabbed your hand, hauling you up off the bed, causing your sketchbook to fall with a thud off your lap and onto the ground.

“Lilu!” You protested as the sketchbook lay open on the ground, showing a page on which you drew Lily’s smiling face.

Lily also stared at the book before saying: “You drew me in your sketchbook?”

You felt heat rush to your face. “Yes..”

Lily grinned “It’s really good!”

“It’s not that good, it’s just a sketch.” You said, rubbing your burning neck in embarrassment.

Lily laughed and patted your shoulder. “Come on, Y/N! You don’t have to be so modest all the time!”

YOu frowned “I’m not being modest! The sketch is not that good!”

Lily sighed “If you say so,”

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

You followed Lily through the deserted hallways, passing classrooms with class in session, making you feel a little uncomfortable, since you were so used to being one of the first people in the classroom.

Lily walked out of the door, holding it open for you as you followed her out.

“Where are we going?” You asked, jogging to keep up with Lily.

“It’s a surprise!” Lily said, spinning around once excitedly, smiling at you. “Close your eyes~”

You blinked and stared before closing your eyes. “Make sure I don’t bump into anything.”

“Okay!” Lily said. You felt her hand around yours and she pulled you behind her, walking slowly and carefully.

“You can open your eyes now!” Lily said after a few minutes of walking blindly.

You opened your eyes, the light blinding you at first, but as your eyes adapted to the light, you saw a pretty garden, a big water fountain and many multi-colored flowers, green grass cut neatly and small green shrubs lined up perfectly along the cut grass,

“Wow.” You said, looking at the garden with awe in your eyes.

“I know right!” Lily said excitedly, grinning and hopping up and down on her heels.

You nodded and took a second to admire Lily’s smile then turned your attention back to the colorful garden.

“Come onnnn!” Lily gushed, grabbing your hand again and pulling you to a small bench and sitting down. You sat down next to her.

“Why are we here?” You asked LIly after a few seconds of admiring the scenery.

Lily smiled and turned to you, her emerald green eyes gleaming, “It’s called mindfulness, Y/N.”

“Why mindfulness?”

“I think you need it,”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

Lily smiled. “Close your eyes and listen.”

“What?”

“Close your eyes and listen.”

“Why?”

“Just shut up and do it.”

You closed your eyes and listened to your surroundings, hearing the soft buzz of bees, and leaves rustling in the wind.

“What about it?”

“Just listen,” Lily said quietly “It’s called mindfulness.”

You sighed and listened again, thinking of nothing but the calming sounds around you.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence, you felt Lily’s hand on yours. “You can open your eyes now,”

You opened your eyes, feeling refreshed and calm. “I can’t believe that worked.”

Lily rolled her eyes “Do you not trust my mindful exercises?”

“It seemed stupid at first.” You admitted.

“Rude.”

“Whatever.”

Lily laughed and scooted closer to you with a coy smile.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks and your heartbeat quickened by six beats.

Lily noticed your blush and grinned “Why are you blushing?~”

You blushed harder “Uhm..”

LIly smirked “Hmm?”

“It’s- it’s just.. Hot out here, you know?”

“You sure?”

“Y-yea..”

“Mmm, It doesn't feel hot,”

“Maybe it’s just me.” You shrug.

“Look at me, Y/N.”

You turned and looked at Lily’s perfect face, her wavy red hair was flying in the soft morning breeze and her freckles were as perfect as ever, sprinkling her nose and cheeks.

“Yes?” You asked, locking your eyes with her’s.

Lily’s eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes again in a second, and she smiled.

You tilted your head “Yes?” You repeated, ignoring Lily’s eyes flickering down to your lips from time to time.

“Can I kiss you?” LIly asked finally, looking at her knees, smiling shyly, and tucking her hair behind her ear.

“What?” You looked at Lily with a look of surprise. “Can you what?”

Lily looked up at you, her big green eyes sparking, “Can I kiss you?”

You looked at Lily then smiled “Okay, Evans.”

Lily’s face lit up and she smiled, caressing your forearm. “Thank you, Y/N” She whispered, moving her face closer to yours.

You blushed and put your hand softly onto her’s.

Lily put her hand on your hip and pressed her lips on yours, smiling.

The warm taste of chocolatey sweetness filled your mouth. Your hand went up Lily’s waist and to her neck, brushing your hand through her hair.

Lily pulled away after a few seconds, a warm blush sprinkling her freckled cheeks.

You smiled, also blushing lightly. “Wow..”

Lily grinned and stood up, holding her hand out for you and you took it, grinning.

“I’m going to take you somewhere else.”

“Where?”

“I told you! It’s a secret”

You rolled your eyes “Whatever.”

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stephschoices · 6 months

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what if i told you i am in love with your felix and sparks mcs? i saw your pinterest and got weak knees, they are so perfect both in their own ways. you dont mind hc about your mcs? - i needed to send it anon because i almost died typing it but i had to share

🥺 this is so sweet anon ahhh ty for loving my paved in ashes ( @pavedinashes-if ) girls 🫶🏻💞

Some headcanons below!! And I know you just mentioned indigo and beatrix but I included some saskia hcs too I hope that’s okay 🥰 I don’t talk about her as much as the other two but she’s here too lol

indigo (felix li):

loves going sunflower picking

paints her old boards, and new ones if they're too plain. will also do commissions for other people to pain their boards!

also likes to make her own pins, and crochets things. she's just really artsy.

made many matching bracelets for her x felix, and also her x the bestie. she will be making some for her x bianca too lol

loves anything yellow

has a big teddy bear plush felix got her that stays on her bed :')

also she kept and still wears that neclace :')

listens to kpop, always has a pc of her biases in her phone case

likes to sing karaoke

shes like the mom of the skate park, she keeps a mini first aid kit for scrapes and bruises in her bag

hasn't been with anyone since felix broke up with her, she still loves him, and tbh doesn't get when other people are flirting with her lol

beatrix (sparks li):

loves to dye her hair edgy colors, it's been bright red for a while and she just added the black streaks recently

hates being called "bea", if you use a nickname it has to be "trix"

she's gonna do one of the performer jobs or the closest job to being a performer in D's club

always has a bag of edible gummies on her, her preferred way to get high

has suminagashi style tattoos. one on her back, one on her leg and a small one on her side

can skate in heels

wants a cat so bad

when she wants something she gets it, super good cunning/charming/manipulation skills

will steal all of sparks sweatshirts/hoodies uwu

saskia (michael li):

clumsiest skateboarder you'll ever meet. has broken many bones and twisted an ankle multiple times. but she's having a good time

somehow has also broken multiple boards

loves going thrifting

has a huge sticker collection

drinks 1 monster a day

is just naturally cool, everyone wishes they were as chill as her lol

doesn't realize how flustered she makes michael, she'll just like casually subconsciously put her hands in his shirt and be like "?? why is your face so red???" lmaoo

link to picrew used

#ask #anon #about my mcs #mc: indigo #mc: beatrix #mc: saskia #picrew

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boyzphantasy · 1 year

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self rec game!

(i may regret this.)

i was tagged by alex @gothbat99 💗💞💖 (and subsequently yelled at to finish things /this is a joke i promise)

most popular

what would they say if they ever knew?

word count: 15.2k chapters: 3/? summary:

But then he sees Robin smiling around him, and he sees Eddie smiling, and he feels like he’s having heart palpitations. It’s obviously because of Robin, there’s no way a guy could ever make him feel this way (and he’s deeply repressing those times growing up, when play wrestling with Tommy H. would make him a bit flustered, he’s not thinking about the times in the locker rooms with his teammates where his eyes would linger just a fraction longer than they should—no, that never pops into his mind at any given moment, not at all).

OR, if Eddie was introduced in Season 3 instead of Season 4.

wrote this immediately between vol. 1 and the release of vol. 2, because fuck you eddie would’ve been such a fun addition to season 3 and it’s my favourite season of the entire series (yes, even before s4 -- sorry, eddie </3). it’s definitely still in the works, it’s been a long time, i know, sorry guys. i promise it’s not abandoned!

it’s too cliche, i won’t say i’m in love

word count: 21.6k chapters: 4/7 summary:

Hopper’s plan is fucking insane. No, really—it’s nuts. Eddie’s got no idea why he even agreed to go along with it. Since he’s now the pariah of Hawkins, Indiana, Hopper’s ingenious plan is to ship Eddie across state lines. All the way to fucking Illinois. Oh, and that’s not the last of it! No, because they didn’t want to leave Eddie alone—it’s not that they don’t trust the guy they’re sending him to (apparently he can hold his own, or whatever), but they, apparently, don’t want the kid to feel lonely.

What a lovely sentiment.

Too bad it’s lead them to send Steve Harrington along with him to this stranger’s home-bound lockdown in fucking Illinois.

(OR, what I like to call: The Murrayfication of Steddie.)

i included this one, too, because it’s SECOND in terms of popularity by a very, very small margin (i checked). that, and honestly? probably one of my more favourite aus that i’ve written for ST and steddie. very emotional, very angsty, very fun times with murray on my end (not so much steddie’s end, though). also not abandoned! i’ll be getting around to it, i promise.

hidden gems

shine bright, little star

word count: 8.5k chapters: 2/? summary:

A run-in with a different type of camper at Camp Know Where leads Dustin into a whole new world, and a new lifestyle. She’s Stella now, and she has a family that loves her.

(Please note this story will contain a mix of period-typical LGBTQ+ phobia, specifically transphobia, and will use the words queer, transsexual, and other period-specifical historical LGBTQ+ terms. Read the note(s) inside for more!)

trans dustin my beloved headcanon <3 this is more personal for Reasons i shan’t disclose in public, but i love this series a lot. i haven’t touched on it in a while, but it’s still not abandoned! there’s a few more things i’ll likely write for it in the future!

i won’t be afraid, so long as you stand by me

word count: 5.7k chapters: 1/1 summary:

Even though he was swimming to be the best now, Steve still enjoyed it. It was a routine. A constant in a world that was constantly changing around him. When his parents started leaving more and more often, when their marriage began deteriorating right before him, when Nancy came into his life and swept him off of his feet and made him fall in love (at least, he had thought he had fallen in love—now, he’s not so sure). Swimming became something he could rely on. Something that wouldn’t let him down, a true escape.

He needed it.

He craved it.

He lost it.

STEVE’S TRAUMA WITH WATER! STEVE’S TRAUMA WITH WATER! GOD, i love steve’s entire thing with water. like it’s not touched on at all in the series and i HATED that but my god that boy would have some series fucking issues with swimming and water after everything that’s happened. don’t even get me started on it. i legit love this hc for him so much, you can pry it from my cold, dead hands.

your hand touching mind; this is how galaxies collide

word count: 3.8k chapters: 1/10 summary:

Steve grimaces to himself, looking down at the papers. He wants to rip them up, wants to crumple them up into balls and throw them in the garbage, because he doesn’t even want to be here. He never asked for this—never wanted to be like this. He’s so angry with himself and the situation and everything going on—

Then it hits him, like a freight train.

None of them asked for this. These… powers, these mutations.

It wasn’t something anyone asked for.

It was something that just was. Something that is.

welcome to the mess that is my own personal steddie x-men au. yes they’re basically just rogue and gambit. no i do not care if that’s cliche or dumb or not. no it is not abandoned i promise. i literally have the entire fic outlined i just struggle with finding motivation to actually write things at the moment that aren’t what my brain is interested in. (ST is still in there, rattling around, just to a lesser degree. i’m slowly working back up to it all!)

as you can see most of my works are unfinished, unfortunately, but that’s just how it be. i’ll get around to finishing them in the future, hopefully, and if not, i’ll be sure to at least not abandon them completely! my brain thinks up a lot of stuff, and it’s usually always a bit more than i can always get around to at specific points in time. such is the life of a write, though, am i right? thank you for understanding, though, and for still supporting my works either way 💖💖💖

uh i’ll tag a few people? hopefully they haven’t been tagged already, but if you have -- sorry! don’t feel pressured to do this! <3

@stevethehairington @riality-check @santasteve @santababysteve

#tag game #writer tag #*marrow fics #i cheated on this entire game but. Don't care + i do what i want thanks #sorry i take so long to write all these fics; it's a struggle #adhdtistic brain constantly go brrrr and it switches out spins and hypfxs faster than i can realize and control #sorry i'm an inconsistent writer <3 don't yell at me please

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ariondevereux · 2 years

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Hiii, Nikka! I hope you’re doing well, I’m sending you lots of love and forehead smooches <3

I was going through the Instagram reels I have saved, and because I’m obsessed with your OCs (I mean, that’s no secret) I immediately thought of Lira and Kaidan, and I hope you don’t mind that I headcanoned them.

(https://www.instagram.com/reel/CiDO9HlO9Wa/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=) <- this one because Kaidan is actually interested in what Lira reads.

(https://www.instagram.com/reel/CiDPDcpjWyi/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=) <- and this one, like Kaidan’s casually singing this song in the kitchen as Lira walks in.

But yeah, definitely have a slight (healthy) obsession with your characters.

i decided to let this sit in my inbox for days thinking maybe by now i’d be normal about it but god i am not normal. not even a little bit. mila you unlocked a whole new mental illness in me

like it’s so fucking insane how properly this ask was written as if it wasn’t a big deal and i just know you were so calm typing all that and i’m here losing my mind like with kaidan being your character in your story, literally any headcanon you come up with for him and lira THAT IS ALL CANON TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO CAUSE LISTEN THAT FIRST REEL WITH JESS AND RORY SHRUSJEGEUS I HAVE A SCREENSHOT OF THAT SCENE PINNED IN MY KAIDAN X LIRA BOARD :(((( i remember being so hesitant to add it there because i was like “yeah kaidan is a simp but would he do that???” but it just felt So Them so i had to and JDJJSSJEHSJ I CANT THINK STRAIGHT THANK YOU FOR CONFIRMING MY HEADCANON

AND THE SECOND REEL????????? THE VOICE UNFGHHHHHH I WAS NOT READY the first time i watched it i literally let out an in love sigh. the kaidan slut in me is once again awakened…… and please omg when lira walks in she’s not even gonna stop him because it’s not everyday that she finds him in his element so she’s gonna walk in as quietly as possible so she doesn’t snap him out of his own world until he turns around and sees her leaning on the kitchen island watching him with a lovesick grin on her face and imagine if they just got together UDNDHAGSH kaidan would be so shy and flustered and he’d look so stinkin cute and his eyes would probably sparkle and look gold under the kitchen lights HehsheJEHSJWIS HE’S THE GOLDEN ONE FOR ME I WANNA KISS HIM

you have NO idea how many times i’ve read your ask. the second i read it i rushed to open the links and the very little sanity i had left flew out the window. the fact that you like my ocs really makes me so so happy and also sooo relieved that you find them compatible with your ocs like i’m telling you. your hcs legit brought tears to my eyes hshhshsjsksj thank you so so much for these i’m grinning like an idiot <333

i hope you’re doing well too!! i’m poking your dimple and sending you forehead kisses <33 i know you have a few more hours left before today ends so i hope you’re having an amazing day ilysm 💞💞💞

#mila ✨#nikka answers #kaidan x lira #icb you actually added hcs to this tag like #my mind is buzzing #mila why would you do this to me

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writersblog20 · 2 years

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Let’s hide together

Chris Evans x reader

Summary: When the world becomes too much, Chris helps you escape by a fort of blankets and some Disney movies

Warnings: age-gap, anxiety, depression, panic attack, hints of suicidal thoughts but more if you squint,

Words: 3.1K

A/N: wow we just hit 1K followers!🎉🎉 thank you all for supporting me and/or enjoying my stories💞

Let’s hide together

Chris stayed at your house for a while. One of your family members asked you if you’d mind if he’d stayed for a while. You were a huge fan so for obvious reasons you didn’t mind at all. You developed a huge crush on Chris but always thought that he never saw much in you besides a little sister or whatever. Besides, there was a age-gap. Not that you minded it but maybe he would.

Anyhow, he stayed with you for a while, because set was closer, he was friends with some family members, who worked in the movie industry as well and especially on this movie.

You were really shy around Chris. Not that you wanted to be but you felt sort of intimidated by him. Not that there was any reason for that but you liked him so much that you felt flustered every time he talked to you or whatever. Chris knew that you weren’t feeling so well though. He could tell but also because you let out some snippets about it but he never really knew how bad it was until your mom talked about it with him.

She was waiting for you to come home after one of your many appointments lately. You were extremely busy with rearranging and stuff. Chris was shocked to learn how bad you were really doing. You had a great façade, he had to give you that. You eyed really strong to a lot of people in the moments you were caving in and nobody would know. it wasn’t that you did it on purpose but it was an mechanism to hold yourself up.

You came home and felt absolutely wrecked, like you just been hit with a bus, who went back and forth, only mentally. All you wanted to do was blow this whole thing off, tell everyone it was a joke and hide from the world. You had more peace in suffering alone and acting like you were okay then you have now.

You saw your mom and Chris talking and stopped when you came in the room. “Hey how did it go? I brought you dinner.” Your mom said. “Thanks and I don’t want to talk about it.” she nodded but you knew she wasn’t going to let it go, which irritated you to no end.

“Why don’t you want to talk about it?” she asked. Chris felt the tension and left the room for a minute, giving you a soft smile. “Because I don’t want to. I’m tired, still trying to comprehend and as simple as it could be, don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“Yes but talking….” You cut her off. “I will when I want to and now is clearly not the time. Stop it.” you told her angry and irritated but instantly felt bad. “Look I’m sorry I just don’t want to talk about it right now okay? Thank you for dinner though.” She nodded “I’m sorry I pushed you, I shouldn’t have. Call me when you feel like okay?” you nodded and gave you a kiss on your head before leaving.

You let yourself fall on the couch and buried your face in your hands. You felt the tears prickle and wanted to escape so badly that it all started to hurt physically. You were extremely frustrated and felt like there was no release for it, bubbling it all up.

Chris came down again and saw you sitting there on the couch. His heart broke for you as he could feel the heaviness in the room. He looked around a little and walked up to you. one thing was pretty clear and that was that you didn’t want to talk about it.

You felt the couch dip a little besides you. You looked besides you and saw Chris smiling softly at you. You tried to smile back but it felt impossible. You wiped away the tears but they instantly got replaced with new ones. He sat at a respectful distance but still placed his hand on your back to comfort you a little.

“I’m sorry that you feel like this sweetheart.” His voice so incredibly calm and soothing that it calmed you down in some sort of way. The tears started to flow more “I just want it all to stop Chris. I don’t want to do any of it anymore. I know it’s for the best at the end but I just want to be completely left alone right now. I want to leave everything behind, live somewhere else and start over. Like some cottage in the woods where no other people are. I just want it to end, it hurts so bad.” You said between sobs, completely breaking down right now.

He had a look of pain on his face and sat closer to you so he could pull you into a hug. He leaned back against the couch and held you, not saying a word but just let you cry. He never saw you cry so he was happy that you finally were able to cry and release at least some pressure from your heavy heart.

“I know baby, I know. It’s okay, let it out.” He shushed you a little after a while. His shirt was wet from your tears and you held onto him with clinched fists. He kept rubbing your back and went with his other hand over your head. “I’m already tired of treatment and talking and the therapy hasn’t even started yet.” You felt hopeless right now.

Chris tightened his grip on you in response. He noticed that your breathing became rapid and your heartbeat was at a very fast pace. “Baby, baby, look at me. Try to breathe with me.” You knew there was a panic attack around the corner. You tried to stand up but felt dizzy. Chris stood up as well and prevented you from almost falling over.

“Are you having a panic attack?” Chris asked and you nodded, breathing becoming more rapid. Chris pulled you in his arms again. “Let me try to help you okay?” you nodded but felt in some sort of blackout. “Sweetheart, I need you to listen to me, okay can you do that for me?” he asked you calmly.

You nodded “This is not life threatening, you’re not going to die. Try not to fight it, I’m right here with you and I’ll promise you’ll be okay.” Chris sat down and pulled you softly and carefully along with him. You sat on his lap, face to face and you crossed your legs automatically around him. He gently cupped your cheeks. “Can you find a focus object for me sweetheart?” he asked you as he made deep eye contact with you.

You looked over at Chris’s shoulder and found a candle. “found something?” he asked you as he scanned your features. “Yes” you croaked out and he got a soft smile on his lips, hearing you speak “Can you describe it to me?” You start to describe the candle and before you knew it your panic attack slowed down.

“There you go sweetheart, you’re doing so well.” he told you and all of a sudden you got hyperfixated on Chris. You felt his hands on your thighs and felt flustered again. One hand let go of your thigh and found your cheek so you would look at him. You were sure that he could feel the heat radiating from your cheek. You were in his lap for god’s sake.

You awkwardly got off his lap and sat down next to him. He still placed his hand on your back. “Thank you.” you said shyly. He gave you a soft smile “You don’t have to thank me. I’m glad I could help.” You nodded and felt embarrassed, which he probably noticed.

“I have a very good book, which I think you might like.” He said all of a sudden, taking you by surprise and you looked at him. “Why don’t you take a nice hot bath and read one chapter and when you’re done, you tell me what you’ve read mhm?” you thought about it and it actually sounded like a good idea. “Okay, you said softly and he gave you a smile that made your heart flutter.

He got up to take the book and handed it to you. You walked upstairs and drew a bath and started reading it. Chris was right, you started to really like this book and found some sort of escape in it. After a while you got out and found your hoodie, blanket and put it on.

You did some skin care routine and walked down the stairs, still reading the book. Chris smiled when he saw you.

“After dinner, I got a little surprise for you.” it peaked your interest and you saw that he already made the table so you can have dinner. “Thank you Chris.” You told him again and he shook his head with a smile “You really don’t have to thank me sweetheart.” You smiled shyly and he noticed.

Chris knew about your little crush even though you thought you were subtle, he could tell. He found it adorable and liked you as well, more than you could ever know. Every time you got shy around him, his heart did flips in his chest.

Chris sat down opposite of you and asked you about the book. It got you out of the shyness and more into excitement and started talking passionately. Chris couldn’t wipe the smile off his face even if he wanted to.

He started to ask about your favorite movies since this was the most you’ve ever spoke to him and he loved every minute of it. You told him about your favorite movies and he instantly got more excited as his feelings grew for you.

You told him that your favorite movies were Shrek and Monster inc. He told you about his passion about Disney as well and talked more about it and about Disneyworld “I can take you some time if you’d like.” He told you with a slight grin. You looked up at him and a little excited. “Really?” you asked him and he chuckled “Yeah, it will be fun! I promise you. You can hang out at my place then. I have a pool.” He told you the last sentence playfully.

“We’ll have a great time. I can show you around and stuff. I think you’re gonna love it.” you smiled thinking about it. “I would actually love it.” he mirrored your smile “Then that’s settled. We can go when I have my break from shooting. That would be in two weeks. And then you can leave here for a while as well. See it as a vacation.” He told you and you nodded smiling.

You told him about an attraction park here and he smiled as he saw your enthusiasm. “Seems like you’ve got a lot to show me.” he told you and you felt shy again. “I think you’re going to like it.” you told him softly and he smiled “I’m sure of it. I can’t wait for you to show me.”

You smiled shyly and stood up to clean the table. Chris helped you and it was clean in no time. “I have that surprise remember?” he asked you cheekily. You looked at him and made immediate eye contact. You felt yourself heat up by the intense eye contact like he had you under his spell.

His eyes softened at you and held out his hand for you to take as he gave you a soft smile. You looked at his hand, which was huge compared to yours but took it. He led you upstairs and you were frowned a little but was still interested.

“okay, I’m going to stand behind you and put my hands over your eyes so you don’t take a peek.” You giggled feeling shy. He led you into a room and you heard close to your ear “Ready sweetheart?” you felt goosebumps rising on your skin from the close proximity Chris was. You nodded and he took his hand away from your eyes.

You blinked a few times but saw that he took a lot of blankets and made a huge fort out of it. There were fairy lights and the ‘tent’ was tucked behind the tv in Chris’s bedroom. So his whole bed became a tent, everything was covered and hidden by blankets.

You looked at Chris with disbelieve and he gave you a warm smile “Want to hide from the world with me?” he asked you softly and you felt your heart melt. Tears prickled in your eyes and you automatically placed your arms tightly around Chris in a hug. He smiled “I take this as a sign that you like it?” he asked you and you nodded.

He saw the tears fall from your cheeks and he wiped them away with his thumbs. “After you princess.” He told you once you got out of the hug. He held up the blanket so you could crawl in.

You immediately felt calm, protected and safe from the cruel world around you. It was like you finally found release and you could breathe again.

Chris climbed in and saw that the tears were still falling. He sat down next to you and wiped them away again. “So you really like it?” he asked you softly and you nodded “I haven’t felt this safe and protected and calm since I can actually remember. This feels like I can finally breathe again.” He gave you a sad smile and pulled you into a hug.

“I will leave this up for as long as you want to. Make this your small little getaway when everything feels too much.” You hugged him back and he kissed the top of your head. “I can’t thank you enough Chris, really this means the world to me.”

He smiled again, got you out of the hug and cupped your cheeks. His smile was radiating “Honey, like I said you really don’t have to thank me. It’s my pleasure and I’m glad I can help.” You looked into his eyes and you didn’t know what came over you but you placed your lips on his, taking him by surprise.

He didn’t move it was like he was froze so you quickly pulled back. “I am so sorry, I didn’t know what came over me, I…” all of a sudden you were caught off guard as he placed his lips on yours again. He gave you a second to comprehend before he slowly started to move. You felt his tongue against your lips and you quickly gave him access. He cupped your cheek and pulled you closer to him.

You sat down on your knees and moved over to his lap and sat down while Chris held your waist to help you climb on. You felt his beard slightly scrape against your chin but loved every minute of it as the euphoria and butterflies came up. Your hand moving slightly through his hair, which was extremely soft. His fingers kneaded in your waist and his lips found your neck as you placed your arms around his shoulders.

Your lips found each other again and after a heated make out session you pulled back for air. You both looked at each other in surprise but also adoration. He cupped your cheek again “I’ve liked you since the beginning Y/N, and I keep falling for you every day.” You smiled shyly, not able to believe what just happened and what still was happening.

“I liked you from the beginning too Chris. And I’m really in love.” You said embarrassed. Chris smiled sweetly at you as he placed a piece of hair behind your ear and softly kissed the tip of your nose. “so what now?” you asked him carefully since you’ve had bad experienced after you confessed your feelings.

He chuckled softly “Well, if you’d like it and of course want to. I’d like to have a relationship with you. and of course we’ll take it as slow as you want to.” He told you with a soft smile which you immediately returned “I’d like that.” He smiled and you both chuckled a little before he kissed you again.

You got off of his lap and laid down next to him. “So what movie do you want to watch? Shrek sounded like a great idea!” he told you and you chuckled “Yeah let’s watch that one.” He gave you a kiss on the top of your head before putting Netflix on.

When the movie started he placed a blanket over the two of you and pulled you closer to him. You rested your head on his shoulder and you let your arm rest on his chest. His arm was around you and drew circles on your back while his other hand held yours. He got it off his chest for a second and brought it to his lips to place a kiss on the back of it.

You both got more comfortable and disappeared together in the world of Shrek. He tucked you closer so know and then or nuzzled his nose in your hair, placing kisses on your forehead and general soft touches here and there.

You felt your eyes become heavy and Chris noticed it. He knew you were in desperate need of some restful sleep without nightmares and he hoped he could provide that for you by making you feel so calm, secure, protected, safe and loved for.

He knew this was going to be a long tough road but he would be by your side with everything. He smiled softly at you as he saw how you tried to fight your heavy eyes. “Get some rest baby. You deserve it. I won’t go anywhere, I’ll be right here when you wake up.” he told you and kissed the top of your head again but letting his lips linger there for a second.

He noticed earlier how calm you became from him playing with your hair or just massaging your head so he did that again to help you give in to some much needed sleep. And it worked because you were out cold. He smiled and put the tv out and some lights, never letting go off you.

Once everything was out he got comfortable and looked at you for a little while with a soft, loving smile on your face. His other hand still making circles on your back before he tucked your head underneath his chin and closed his own eyes, knowing you were finally safe in his arms and not alone anymore.

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sergeant-spoons · 3 years

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15. Hotter than Kilauea

Leslie Sheppard

Taglist: @thoughpoppiesblow @vintagelavenderskies @wexhappyxfew @50svibes @tvserie-s-world @adamantiumdragonfly @ask-you-what-sir @whovian45810 @brokennerdalert @holdingforgeneralhugs @generousdreamlanddestiny @claire-bear-1218 @heirsoflilith

Dedicated to the incomparable @tvserie-s-world who is one of the loveliest human beings on this planet Earth and who I adore very much. She recently made this incredible moodboard based off this fic and every time I look at it I get all giddy- I’m so very grateful to have you as my friend, Francy. 🥰💞

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"Goodness gracious, me oh my." Tink fanned her face with an ink-blotted palm, giving her best impression of a southern belle. "Ain't it just boilin' today, ladies?"

Leslie squeezed back a chuckle, batting her fingers loosely at her cheeks as she joined in the joke. "It sure is, ma'am."

Tink made a face. "God, no, 'ma'am' makes me sound like the grumpy grandmas who'd see me walkin' past the post office in my overalls and wrinkle their crusty old noses up."

Kiko cupped her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh, but Leslie didn't bother.

"Tink, oh, Tink-" She clapped in glee. "-you're doing the same damn thing."

"What?" The Northeasterner of the girls made an even greater example in her displeasure, drawing near-cackles from her friends. "Hey, hey-"

"With the nose!" Kiko giggled. "It's just like you said."

"All we need now is some frumpy old frock and you'll be all set-"

As Tink swatted her handkerchief like a whip at Leslie, who danced out of her touch, Kiko slowed, then stopped on the road. She gulped, loud enough for her companions to notice, and the playfully bickering pair turned to see what had her so flustered.

"Kiko? Hey, Kelani-" Leslie tugged at her friend's sleeve. "Hey, you've gone dark red, what's got you bothered?"

Tink pointed, already smirking. "Them, that's what." She gave a low, suggestive chuckle. "And hey, I don't blame her."

Leslie looked up to find a marvelous, miraculous sight across the road. She drew in a sharp breath and patted Kiko's arm, trying to remind her friend that respiration was an important bodily function. Watching the sea of bare skin flashing in the sunlight ripple down the road parallel to the one they traversed, she stifled a nervous giggle. She had never seen so many shirtless men in one place at one time. Kiko looked like she might faint, and Leslie tucked her elbow into the crook of her friend's limp arm just in case.

"Sheesh, Kiko, I thought this sort o' thing was commonplace where you're from."

"Yeah, but- but those were my uncles and brothers, not- not-" Kiko squeaked. "Auē, he's hotter than Kilauea." She clapped her hands over her mouth as Tink let out a whoop.

"Who?" she pressed. "Which one, point 'im out to me!"

Leslie carefully moved Kiko behind her, rolling her eyes. "They're all shirtless white boys, Tink, how are you gonna possibly pick out the right one?" She scanned over the fellas, many of whom had begun to wave and call to them, made aware of the girls' presence by Tink's shout. "I mean, most of 'em are pretty well-cut..."

"'Specially your Malarkey, huh?"

Spotting a shock of red hair, Leslie raised her hand in a wave. Even from here, she knew what Don's wink looked like. Her wolf-whistle pealed through the air, and she watched with amusement as his buddies jostled him, teasing. So this must be Easy Company, and yes, that was Penkala, and Skip right behind him, and Talbert at the back of the pack, laughing as Alton More flexed his biceps towards the girls.

"Helluva way to start the day, huh?" Tink unscrewed her canteen and offered Kiko a sip. Their friend finally snapped out of her trance and fully turned her back on the runners, staring at the ground and blinking as if trying to erase some particularly spirited imagery from her mind.

"Yeah, yeah." Leslie bumped Tink's shoulder. "Which one caught your eye?"

"Hmm." Tink tipped her head back, examining the sky. "None of 'em."

"Really? All those rippling muscles, and not one pec made you swoon?"

Kiko choked on her water and Leslie, feeling bad, patted her back as she coughed.

"Nope!" Tink's smile surprisingly sprung into sincerity. "I've got the perfect picture right here in my head, and none of 'em matched it." She giggled. "Actually, one came close, but we'll pretend he didn't."

Invested, Leslie withdrew her pointed fingers from their clasped position and flicked them towards her friend. "Say more right now."

"Who's the fittest, hottest man in the world?" Tink struck a pose, clasping her hands before her and flicking one foot up behind her. "My fiancé, that's who."

Kiko painted the dirt as she spit out her next sip of water. Leslie's eyes shot wider than tea saucers as she and Kiko gaped.

"Your what?!" they cried together and Tink hopped in a circle, clapping, delighted.

"You heard that right." She tossed her hands up in the air. "I'm engaged, ladies! My heart is stolen and secured."

"What?"

"No, who!"

"Right, who? And where?"

"And when?"

"And why?" Leslie added just for good measure.

"Yes, yes, yes." Tink took her canteen back when it was offered, making a show of stalling by clipping it to her belt. "He's a very handsome, very clever, and-" She leaned closer. "-very well endowed Brit."

Kiko made a strangled noise as Leslie pursed her lips and flashed her eyes suggestively at their captivating friend.

"He proposed back in Cardiff- on the docks, actually, as I was getting ready to leave." Her smile flickered. "I wanted to serve with troops from back home, y'know? And my cousin Janie just sent me the flyer for this new regiment, and I just knew I had to join up, so... I came back."

"Did he ever ask you to stay?"

"Oh, no. He knows I'm independent, and he doesn't expect me to hang off of him like a coat on a hanger."

Leslie snorted.

"But, um, you have no ring?" Kiko questioned meekly.

"Oh, he didn't have the time to buy me one before I was gone. It was kind of a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing, right? He said he saw me standing on the pier, and he just couldn't help himself..."

All three women sighed in tandem.

"And as for why, I couldn't quite say." Tink shrugged. "I know it sounds crazy, that I've found the right one the first time I've tried this whole relationship thing, but I think he's close enough to count."

"Close enough?"

Tink laughed. "Oh, can't a girl have reservations? No couple's perfect. And hey, speakin' of relationships: darling Kiko..." Tink wiggled her eyebrows. "Didn't you say something 'bout them fancy boys back there?"

"... No."

"Something about 'hotter than Kilauea'?" A flying grin. "What's Kilauea? Is that what you call a campfire?"

"Or maybe just fire itself?" Leslie chimed in.

"Nah, that's too simple... Oh! It's a volcano, isn't it?"

Kiko's whole face, from her neck to her ears, reddened, betraying the accuracy of the guess.

"Ooh," Tink teased, "what a compliment!"

"It's just a hot day," Kiko insisted. "That's all I meant to say. The day is hot, not- not him. Er, not anybody."

Tink's next exhalation was short and full of skepticism. "You're from Hawaii, hon."

"Yes, hon, but that doesn't mean I don't got some sense of the temperature."

"Well then," Leslie declared, slinging her arm around the shoulders of her confreres, "let's just all agree it's way too hot for September and be on our way. We're late, anyway."

"Aww, no way." Tink checked her watch, then promptly broke into a run. "Come on, slowpokes, we're late!"

Leslie and Kiko shared a glance and took off after her. They made it to the garage just as Mama Eades started to shut the door, and she begrudgingly let the ladies in, grumbling under her breath.

"You girls are late one more time, I'm puttin' you on latrine duty for a week."

"Yes, ma'am," the girls gasped, flinging themselves into their seats.

Their lessons began and their commander, never one for lectures, was quick to send them to retrieve supplies and try their grease-stained hands at repairing the engines of motorbikes that had been retrieved from the scrap yard. Kiko perked up to hear of their origin and was happy to offer her services in additional jaunts of the kind to Mama Eades. Leslie and Tink waited for them to finish chatting about the motor-nesting necropolis, not quite understanding the appeal of such a place, and were thus the last to approach the table. Spare parts spread out all over the surface, and they crowded around their motor, Leslie selected a few gears, immediately spotting the irreparable dent in a key component.

"Hey, Tink," she supposed, "you never mentioned his name."

"Oh!" She laughed. "Silly me. He's Charlie. Well, Charles. Charles Hammond."

Leslie tipped her head, considering, but Kiko was the one to unexpectedly declare, "Y'know, the name Mrs. Hammond doesn't really suit you, Tink."

"Oh, I'll keep my name," their friend was quick to agree. "Charlie wants me to change it once we're married, but he'll come around."

"Mmm," Kiko and Leslie hummed in agreement.

"Hey, now that we're onto the topic of names..." Tink fluttered her eyelashes at Leslie. "How about Malarkey? It's slang for bullshit, but I bet you already knew that. Still gonna take it?"

Leslie let out a peal of laughter that drew a few questioning glances her way. "Me? Take Don's name? Why would I do that?"

"Well, don't most women, when they're married?" Kiko nodded at Tink. "'Cept for you, I mean, and good on you for it."

"What? No, no, girls-" Leslie waved at them as if she were calming a pair of energized puppies. "-we're not a couple."

"But- but Lieutenant Nixon said-"

"I didn't bother to correct him because I thought he was kidding." Leslie felt her cheeks heating up, and she tucked a stray hair behind her ear, a defensive gesture. "Was he- was he actually serious?"

"Yes!" her friends chorused, and she groaned.

"Oh, no. I didn't- well, shit."

"Are you sure you’re not into him?" Tink pried as Kiko zealously nodded along. "Not even a little?"

"Um... no." Leslie tugged at her pockets, straightening them out although the fabric was bound to bunch right up as soon as she removed her hands from the space. "Hey, how about these lug nuts, huh? This one's real crooked-"

"Lady."

"What?"

"Lady?" cut in a new voice, to Leslie's utter relief. "That's a new one."

She turned with a soft laugh. "Just Leslie's fine," she reassured Vinny Redding, half-meaning to remind him of her name and half-wishing to keep the pet name between her female friends.

"If you say so." He grinned and nodded over his shoulder. "Hey, this thing's giving me a whole boatload o' trouble. You think you could lend me a hand?"

"Well, sure."

"Thanks." He winked at her, but she missed it, snagging the hammer she liked, the one with the dark blue handle, from the table. "I'm clueless, see, and you're as brilliant as you are pretty."

"Oh, haha." Leslie chuckled as she followed him around the table, totally oblivious to the shifty-eyed glance her friends gave as she departed. "I'll see you girls later. And no-" She shook the hammer at Tink, not needing to look back to see the query blossoming behind her lips. "-I'm really not into Don. Not like that."

"If you say so."

"I do."

Vinny straightened his suspenders, hopping up to his engine with a brighter smile than before. Leslie wondered what had got him so enthusiastic but didn't think it appropriate to ask. He revealed to her his predicament, an easy enough fix to her practiced eye. She started to tell him what he needed to do, then backtracked and began to put forth questions that ultimately led him to realize what he'd overlooked. He amended the issue and turned to her, shaking his head with something like wonder. She patted the heel of the hammer against the palm of her hand and he gently took it from her, citing his worry that she might bruise herself. She thought it was sweet of him to think of that. He reminded her of Mattie, a little, and she felt a soft spot for the young man sinking into her chest.

"You're a first-rate teacher, Leslie."

"Thanks, Vinny." She beamed. "You're a swell student."

He pushed his chest out and turned his chin up, and she laughed merrily when he replied, smirking, "I know."

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*Credit for screencaps go to @tvserie-s-world, angel that she is. 💕

#leslie sheppard #leslie sheppard ficlet #leslie sheppard 15: hotter than kilauea #donald malarkey #band of brothers #band of brothers oc ficlet #band of brothers oc #band of brothers ficlet #hbo war show #hbo war show oc #hbo war show oc ficlet #hbo war show ficlet #destiny carries a wrench #love u Francy 💕#oc ficlet #oc fanfiction

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ATTITUDE || 003

hi everyone. welcome back to attitude, i hope you are enjoying the ride so far. i am getting a bunch of good feedback and it really motivates me. thank you everyone for the support you’ve given me!! i love when you guys say you like this series. mwah ily 💞💞 chapter 4 might be coming sooner than you think. we’ll see

as far as partners go , i had decided to pick da best member fit for the job…. mr monday night….love him. idk but he kinda cute lmao. barely seen any ff / imagines for him soooo,,

a bit more characters than before featured here. hope you are excited because i sure as hell am and im the one writing it! some characters have short cameos but dw, you will see them again after you switch sides. kayfabe is like borderline, i be doing it half and half behind the scenes, blurring the lines.

reader gets their nose messed up. on sum becky lynch shit lol but guess what? they r supposed to give some bde. I KNOW IT MIGHT BE A LIL CHEESY BUT LISTEN ITS FOR DEVELOPMENT !!!!

also, make sure when you finish, i left a few notes at the end and it’s lowkey important. i just didn’t wanna make the top part too long lol

alright let me stop talking ik y’all wanna read!

BACKSTAGE; 8:10 PM

Storming backstage, you slapped your hand over your mouth. When Jericho kissed you, it just made you feel all tingly inside. It wasn’t normal, that feeling was weird. It wasn't like you didn't enjoy it, nor was it disgust you felt.

It was a total mess, you then put your hand on your burning face. You were still hot, and it wasn’t a good look for you, being all flustered. Having already walked a bit further backstage, you had realized that you were kind of hungry. Before any other matches started that involved you, eating something would probably boost you up. Not only that, but you had a very important segment to tape. You let the crew know that you were ready after that match.

Letting out a sharp intake of air, you prayed you didn’t see Jericho in catering. You made it though, and grabbed something small. It was just an apple, but it’ll keep you going until you go back to your hotel for the night.

Surprisingly, Torrie had been there too. She had a bit more to snack on than you did though, and she lit up when she saw you.

“Already a tough night, huh?” Her voice called out, and you turned, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly.

“You just don’t know half of it.” You rolled your eyes.

“I bet!” She hummed. “Come here!” Beckoning you towards her, you pulled up a chair near her.

“So, why don’t you tell me all about it, huh? We’ve got time, and plus, I heard we’re already going to the same place later.” She grabs both of your hands and held them. You didn’t mind it, but noted that she was being a little touchy.

“Right, well, you know Chris Jericho, right?” You hesitantly ask, and she takes a minute to think before catching on.

“Yeah. That one primadonna from WWF?” She guessed, and you laugh.

“Mhm. Well, if you didn’t already see, he kinda kissed me. I wasn’t sure if it was meant for the small rivalry we had but it was just too quick…”

“That’s so cute!” She says, but it seems like there was more she wanted to say. “I hope you figure it out though.” She let go of your hands and got up, deciding to make an early exit. Cleaning up her area, she waved at you.

“See you in a few. We have a segment in 15 minutes.” Torrie reminded, and you seemed a bit taken aback. Not only was it that Stephanie did not include that you had to participate in any segments/promos regarding matches, but Torrie had just up and left in a flash. Was it something you said?

But when you thought about it, you had forgotten that you had a segment regarding your own personal gain. Your partner. You were finally choosing today.

The crew had gotten set up in the hallway. and you took one last bite of your apple before tossing it in the trash and heading out.

The segment officially started with you leaning against the wall. The camera slowly panned up on you, and the crowd had a mixed response at the sight. It was natural to have that, what with you being a newfound heel and all, but the people actually liked you, not just for your looks per-say. But for your talent in-ring too.

Before you perked up to see the man himself, Rob Van Dam. The camera then switched to him, and cheers had gotten even lowder. The crowd was starting to like it.

“So you did come!” You exclaim, getting off the wall. He held up a hand to wave. You opened your arms, going to go for a hug but you retracted your arms back to your sides. Which made him look at you in question.

He seemed to be more surprised than you were. He has never really spoken to you before one-on-one. And even if he tried, you just...skittered off. At this rate, he’s given up any chance of speaking to you.

He’s heard of you and seen you in Alliance group meetings, but just never got the chance to interact.

“Wait a second,” He interrupted, and you pause. “I recognize you. You’re that [Name] girl from WCW. The one that’s all ‘easy on the eyes’..”

You then couldn’t stop a smile from appearing. You were glad he knew of you, and did he really mean it, or was it just a backhanded compliment in a twisted sense? Don’t overthink it too much...

“Wellll….” You began, twirling a lock of hair on your finger, trying to look cute at the very least.

You wondered if you could pull off being a shameless flirt…?

“—I STILL have no partner.” You insinuated, waving your arms slightly for a dramatic effect. “I’m going to start becoming desperate…” You continue, not letting him talk just yet.

“Basically what I’m saying is, let’s just cut the sweet talk okay? I want you to be my partner.” You proclaimed in confidence. “I think you are the one that will lead us to the win. Just think about it. The amount of raw starpower that would be in the ring with us together.” You then opened your arms. “Doesn’t it sound interesting to you?”

“I guess, but what’s in it for me?” He asked, and you smile again.

“Duh! Stardom. I mean, like you aren’t already one, but helping me could go a long way. We’re on the same team, and we’re fighting for the same reasons. So please. I’m begging you!” You kind of dragged it on, because you had no clue what he could benefit from it. In all honesty, it was for your personal gain. Gotta be a heel somehow.

You stuck out your hand for him to shake, and with slight reluctance, he shook it firmly.

“It’s good working with you.” You smile. He was easy to convince, a little gullible if you will.

And while you didn’t complain about how laid back and relaxed he was, you just knew…

It was going to be the team of a lifetime.

Before you knew it, you had run into another woman from the WWF side. Walking down the hallway, she was the one who approached you first.

”Hey.” She greets, giving you a small wave. She also seemed to have a small smile on her face, which made her seem quite pleasant. You could have sworn you’ve seen her before too. Her fiery red hair was very distracting, and it wasnt a bad thing.

“I was on my way back to my locker room, but I had noticed you just leaving. Remember that thing you said earlier tonight? I was impressed by someone who’s somewhat new. I’m Lita. You’re [Name], right? The one who’s gonna be in the ring tonight with me.”

“Yeah, that’s me. I was only saying what popped into my mind quickly.” You shrug it off. “But was I really decent?”

“Considering half of our team has already been talking about you here and there; I’d say yes. Word gets around.” She laughed, and you groaned. It was absolutely insane how you were the talk of backstage..

You blocked everything out as you went onto cloud-nine. This was the second time you were notified people were talking about you, and you weren't sure whether to feel nervous or complimented. Who knows if it’s negative or positive? You just hoped it was only them trying to get in your head or something along the lines of that.

Two men came up behind her, which made you look up. They must have been a stable, because one of them spoke up.

“Lita, we were wondering where you went,” One said, and the other agreed. “We needed to talk to you.”

She apologized. “Sorry, I was just speaking to [Name] here.” She turned towards you and you felt your heart get faster as both turned their attention to you.

“[Name]. Matt Hardy and Jeff Hardy.” She pointed to the respective boys. One had multi-color rainbow hair, and the other had pitch black hair. It’d most definitely be easy to set them apart.

You simply wave before clapping your hands together. “Hello, nice to meet you guys.” You greet. They both greet you back in a friendly way.

Matt tilts his head. “Oh, so THIS is [Name]. I was wonderin’ who they were all raving about already. I’m curious to see if ya’ live up to the hype.” It was noticeable that he had a southern drawl to his voice. You don’t know why, but you liked that. While you felt bad for thinking it, or maybe it was just your ‘ditzy’ side shining through, all three were very attractive.

It felt like Matt did all the talking, especially since Jeff stayed quiet for a majority of the time. He did keep his eyes on you though.

You slowly felt the situation getting awkward because you didn’t know what else to say, so you spoke up quickly. “I’m going to leave you guys to it. And you, Lita,” you say, a smirk on your face. “You better bring your best tonight too.”

Lita laughed. “I’ll make sure to bring it. I’ve got enough faith in Trish anyway. See you later, [Name].”

You really could've stayed and spoken more! But no, you just had to get butterflies. It’s too bad you had places to be anyways. Maybe in the future will you all speak again.

LOCKER ROOM; 8:25 PM

As the next segment went live, people already were excited to see it. They really loved to see some WCW girls. Of course...

Torrie was applying lotion to her right arm as you and Stacy approached.

Stacy opened up her mirror to take a look at herself as you messed around with your hair a little.

“Torrie, this is going to be so easy. I mean, Trish Stratus? What does she have to offer? Just make sure you hurt her out there. If anything happens, me and [Name] will back you up.” She encouraged, and Torrie looked up with a smile.

“Oh, don’t worry. I will. What I’m going to do to Stratus tonight won’t be anything compared to what we’ll do to her & Lita at InVasion come Sunday.”

You seemed out of it and off, but it was only a front leading up to a betrayal, but you moved your attention to the two.. “It’ll be easy. From what I’ve heard, they aren’t really all that. They’re just slobs.”

As soon as you finished the sentence, there was a knock on the door. It was that referee from the match before.

“Oh! Hey Nick.” Stacy greeted, and you snapped your fingers. So that was his name!

Nick greeted all of you. “Hey ladies, I just want you to know that even though they roughed me out there tonight, I’m a team player. And if everything out there goes to plan, I will be the referee for the arm-wrestling match.”

Torrie got a little closer to the ref, being pretty touchy feely again. “Thanks!”

While she was doing that, you just stared blankly at the wall.

“We’ve got this in the bag.” Stacy said, a smile on her face. “Isn’t that right, [Name]?.....Hello?? Earth to [Name]??”

She waved her hand in front of your face, and you snapped out of it.

“Yes! Yeah. Yeah. We do.” You answer, an uneasy smile on your face.

SMACK!DOWN; 8:32 PM.

It was time to hit the ring, as you three wait backstage for your cues, there was little chatter between you girls.

It didn’t last long because you three were first, and you tried to hold a smile on your face on the way to the ring, waving to the crowd as you went.

The bell rang, and the announcer had introduced you all.

“This is an arm-wrestling challenge! Making her way to the ring accompanied by [Name] and Stacy Keibler, representing WCW, Torrie Wilson!!”

As the three of you went down the ramp and got into the ring, you let out a sigh. Keeping up this distressed act would really be worth it. You leaned on the ropes and sat on the second one in anticipation.

It was then Trish and Lita’s turn to arrive, who seemed very confident.

“Approaching the ring accompanied by Lita, Trish Stratus!”

They entered the ring, and with slight arguing, they finally set up immediately.

“Go!” The WWF referee Earl Hebner yelled. They began to arm-wrestle.

You cheered Torrie on, and the whole thing didn’t last too long with their situation because Nick, the WCW referee had hit Earl, the opposing referee, sending him crashing to the ground.

It took a second, but it prompted Stacy to easily shift their arms to the side, which let Torrie win. The bell rung signifying her win, and Torrie kissed her bicep, taunting Trish.

The celebration wasn’t too long either because Lita had speared Stacy out of anger. You watched in disbelief, taking some steps back. By that time, Trish had rammed Torrie into the corner.

You grabbed Trish and yanked her off of Torrie, which prompted you two to begin exchanging blows. Torrie, who was slumped in the corner, crawls away.

In the midst of it all, Trish had decked you right in your nose. You saw a flash of white, and she seemed taken aback as you turned quickly and crouched down. Your eyes began to water and you moved your hand from your nose to see that it was bleeding. Because everyone had to stay in character, you had to deal with it.

You don’t know what the hell happened. She could have broken your nose. All you knew was that your face felt warm. After noticing she nearly did you in, Trish was concerned and felt very guilty. Even then, you, Stacy, and Torrie had ended up being defeated by Team WWF’s women.

You three staggered out of the ring with your respective WCW coach. Heading up the ramp, you all looked back in the ring where the opposing trio celebrated.

By then, blood had already began to drip down your face, some staining your attire. You didn’t realize it was pretty bloody, but you instinctively licked your lip and was met with the taste of copper. Gross. You then wiped your nose, and it felt like it wasn’t going to stop leaking.

You hit backstage and Stacy who was distracted at first, looked at you.

“Oh my god, [Name]!” She squealed, her eyes widening. “You’re bleeding!”

It alarmed Torrie and she looked at you. “Go to the medic before it gets worse!”

You smile. “I know.” Your teeth were stained slightly with blood, but regardless you listened to them. You immediately had to hit the infirmary. Despite what happened, you kept a smile on your face. Your eyes were now on the verge of spilling tears, but you refused to cry.

Now, you sat calmly on the bed as the doctor tilted your head forward. He advised you to take it easy, but regardless you’d be okay for certain matches. That was a given though, despite anything, you had to do your job. Your nose wasn’t exactly broken, but instead bruised. Trish had damn near knocked your lights out and you snickered at the fact. He left the room to grab an ice pack.

Speaking of Trish, she opened the door. She looked at you and took a deep breath.

“Hi. [Name]?” She asked, and you nod. “I’m really sorry about what happened. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She says, walking towards you.

“It’s fine. It was an accident, if it was on purpose, I’d be really mad.” You say, and Trish still seemed quite distressed.

“But I feel really bad. I don’t know. Sorry. This just...never happened before.” She apologized again, being unsure what to say and you shook your head.

“No worries. If you get any flak at all, I’ll make sure to put them in their place.” You assure, and she gave a small smile.

“If you say so.” She gives in, and looks at you. “Can I sit?”

“Yes.” You say, and pat the spot next to you. She sauntered over and sat down.

“Jeez,” Trish began, grabbing your face in her hands. “I really did rock your world.” She says, and you playfully roll your eyes.

“You sure did. Feel bad?” You ask.

“I already apologized. You want me to beg on my knees?” She snickers, letting go of your face.

The doctor had came back with ice and you put it on your nose.

Trish decided to get up and leave. She was able to clear the air, and because you were nice to her about it, she felt reassured. She was a nice woman, maybe you two could become friends.

You look down at your free hand, covered in some splotches of blood, and you then looked down at your shirt, covered in dried blood. It looked like you murdered somebody.

Yeah, you’re gonna be just fine.

some lil notes; hEYyyY. i know it looks a bit short sometime but the word count was like 3k ;__;. ill make up for it next chapter. besides that i wanted to say how excited and off the walls i am for the next chapter. and because of that im gonna tell you right fucking now what you should expect. even more interactions with superstars, E&C finally appears, more team xtreme action, more jericho stuff, finishing up tonight’s matches, possible hotel interactions and stuff. i was also thinking of involving reader’s match in chapter 5, and eventually maybe going into detail a little about her wcw run. i think also what i like the most is the custom move set i could make combining moves. i usually like to describe matches if it isn’t boring..

i know a few underrated superstars and stuff, like i have a lot of plans for this series like im already planning our future chapters hehe

once again, i thank you for reading, i will see you next time. ;)

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staysuki · 3 years

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thankfully you have a lot of arcs planned for this series 😌 i got attached to it too much, i. need. more. ill read chapter 1 of you have a message later, i cant help it anymore 😭 i dont mind having a simp 4 girl type of seungmin 😋 or a shy introverted one hehezz, bASTA im so excited :">

OH YEAH I FORGOT TO ADD THAT ! as i said you wrote the characters so realistic af. even if they act like a btch, for some reason you can understand them. thats why i cant bring myself to hate any of them huhu and yes i live for dark seungmin 😌👌 i myself dont really mind a fic with no romance 🤪 sometimes, its nice to lay off the fluffy flustering soft fics. its fine no worries, making masterlists and updating links all at the same time can be really confusing 😭

nice to hear your day is great ! and i ll always be here to read them 😛

im supposed to be in class rn but there's no call lol idk if the instructors wifi got cut off or smth. idrc, this means free time for me 🤩

HIII 🍕 I MISSED U HUHU thankfully things are slowly going back together for you. dont forget to take care of your health huhuhu ofc its automatic that its for you, ash, too :"> sends love back to the both of you 💘💝💗💓💞💕❣️

ive read every work exceeeepttt 1. bc : 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

2. ot8 : 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢.

and ill prob read the new smau later night asdhafhafj

hope you guys have a great day/night!

- bs

🕺🕺🕺 replying on this right away for 🍕anon.

also yeah, this will probably be the only smau fic where there won’t be a lot of #losthooks because i plan on integrating all of em! the only behind the fic sneak peeks that’ll probably be available is the minor changers i make along the way.

and yes ack, i feel like everyone’s gonna like this seungmin trope, it’s lowkey a bit inspired by jake peralta from b99 which idk why it’s the personality trope i gave to seungmin out of all that i’m making a smau for (cuz it seems more fitting for han no?) but like, i wanted to try smth new so 🕺

yes that exactly 😭 except for yeji HSVWJSHWJS literally just made her to be a villain thru and thru. true, it’s refreshing. slow burns are the best honestly. it’s why i don’t really make my EHALOJ y/n be the omg 🙈💓💓💓 type of protagonist whenever she reacts to romantic advancements, she’s kinda just like 🧍‍♀️cool which i think is funny but also it diminishes the fluffy aspect a bit so i can keep the mature theme going.

and thank you! i hope your day goes great as well! it seems like it already started well with no classes 💀 back in university there’s this 30 minutes rule that if a professor is still not in class by that time then class is cancelled. 🥳

and i can’t believe you’re reading it right away jshwjshwjs 🙈 but ig that means i get individual reviews now no? since updates will be spaced out for that one hm 🧐🧐🧐 jkjk

#anon: bub stop.#pizza anon #anon:🍕

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Young K: A Normal Frame of Mind

Hi guys 🌻 This is the first thing I've written in awhile, I hope you like it. I wrote it for myself, but I figured I'd share it with all of you as well. Also this includes discussion of the end of A Midsummer Night's Dream (my favorite Shakespeare play 💞), so if you don't want it spoiled, don't read~

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind"

-Peach 🍑

Younghyun x Gender Neutral Reader. Smut? Just Conversation. College AU. 2.1k

"You don't think Demetrius kinda got the short end of the stick?" You set down your copy of A Midsummer Night's Dream and awaited Younghyun's response.

"Not really. He ended up with someone he loves, didn't he? Didn't everybody?" Younghyun took a sip from his ceramic coffee mug and sat back in his wooden chair. The quiet bustle of the coffee shop provided you with your favorite place to study, and you were hoping Younghyun, the boy who sat next to you in your Shakespeare class, could help you with your final paper.

"Yeah but what I'm saying is that I'm not so sure he really loves Helena. Everyone else loves who they originally loved, but he loves Helena again because he's under the fairies' spell. And he doesn't even know it. Doesn't that feel somewhat lacking in consent?"

Younghyun pursed his lips and paused for a moment, staring at the cover of the book, the thin copy of the comedic play a bit worn with time. "Maybe you're right." You'd hoped he would say that. You really wanted to nail down a topic for your paper today. "So they're set to get married; what about their consummation? Would that be non-consensual in your eyes?"

Is he asking me about these characters' sex life? This time it was your turn to pause. "I--I don't know...perhaps. But I wouldn't blame Helena if that were the case."

"Well sure, she doesn't know he's under a spell. All she knows is that the man she loves has finally loved her back."

"Right." You tried to control the light blush that threatened to redden your cheeks, and scolded yourself internally for getting flustered over a simple comment like that.

"I think that's what you should write your paper about."

Younghyun's comment brought you out of your thoughts and you weren't sure what specifically he meant. "What? About what?"

"Consent. There's a lot of nuances that are debated surrounding sexual consent, and you could illustrate how this play is an example of that. How difficult it is to be black and white about things."

Oh...Write your paper about a sexual topic? I'd probably die of embarrassment the second I turn it in, you thought to yourself. "Yeah, I...could..."

"I'm sorry, am I making you uncomfortable? I don't mean to." Younghyun leaned forward and spoke more quietly, a soft look in his eyes that comforted you.

"No, it's fine!" You tried to brush it off and keep things from getting awkward. This is an adult conversation, and you're an adult, Y/N. Get it together. "I just...don't know if I feel comfortable writing about that is all."

"Why?"

"It's just a little...private?"

"The legality of consent is private?"

"Oh you know what I mean," you said, getting flustered again, and flipping through the pages of your book.

"Sorry, I'm just kidding. That's okay, not everyone's comfortable with talking about sex." Younghyun shrugged and sat back again, bringing his cup back to his lips.

"You seem to be."

"Me? Well, you could say I've had a lot of practice." You scrunched your nose instinctively, making him laugh. "No no, not in having sex. Well..." He rolled his eyes in a way that told you that was a lie. "No, I mean in talking about sex."

"Wh--what do you mean?"

"I don't know, I've just always found it interesting. And I think it's an important thing to talk about. People are more comfortable in talking about it if the person they're talking to is already comfortable in talking about it..." The way he spoke was slightly entrancing, like you were the one under a fairy spell. "...even if they don't know that person very well."

You were suddenly very aware of your surroundings again; the white noise of cups and machinery and conversation that you so easily drained out these past few minutes, coming back in an instant to remind you where you were.

"That's probably true," you shyly replied, dropping your gaze to your papers.

"It is. I think a lot of people have told me things they never thought they'd tell other people. But sometimes those things are worth saying just so someone's heard it."

You thought about that, and your inner cynicism got the best of you. "Sounds like the kind of information that could be used against someone."

"You think I would do that?" His brow furrowed and you could see a pained but tight look in his eyes.

"No...I'm just saying, someone could."

"Not if you own it. If you're confident in your sexuality, even if you're faking it, no one can use it against you." Younghyun looked down at his coffee and sighed lightly. "But oftentimes that's much easier said than done." A beat passed, the heaviness of the conversation starting to tighten the atmosphere. "Do you have something you'd like to talk about, Y/N?" You were taken aback by his question and your mouth gaped wordlessly. What kinds of things did he expect you to want to talk about? "For your paper, I mean. Do you have a topic you want to talk about?"

Oh shit. You kept your gaze down to hide the redness of your cheeks and nervously shifting eyes, and riffled through some pages of the play. "Uhh...no I guess not yet."

"Mind if I steal the consent idea then? I think it'd be quite interesting."

"No no, go ahead."

You picked up your pen and studied in silence for a bit. Though your eyes were glued to your book, your mind was elsewhere, though Younghyun seemed relaxed as ever as he wrote in his notebook. Although you were embarrassed and at the time wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible, now you were curious and couldn't think about anything else. You were dying to ask Younghyun some questions, and eventually your curiosity got strong enough that it turned into courage.

You cleared your throat and raised your gaze to look at him. "So what--ahem--what about sex is so interesting to you?"

Younghyun peered up from his coffee cup with raised eyebrows and shrugged slightly. "Well, it's a fairly universal experience, and everyone has their own story to tell. And yet we're usually too guarded to tell it. Is that not interesting to you?"

"I never said it wasn't. Just curious what you would say...Universal, hmm?"

"I mean yeah, wouldn't you say?" Younghyun set down his mug and brought his elbow up to the back of his chair, his confidence a stark contrast to yourself, slouching with blushed, shy cheeks and fiddling with your pen.

"What about...people who've never had sex? Or who haven't had sex in a really long time? What about people who are simply not interested in it?"

"Well see, that's why I said 'fairly universal'," he chuckled. "Mainly to incorporate those uninterested...But you know, Y/N, just because someone has never had a sexual encounter with another person, or hasn't in awhile, doesn't mean they're not a sexual person." Younghyun spoke so matter-of-factly. With a subject matter such as this, his charm was undeniably sexy, and now you had no doubt he had experience under his belt. "You can have quite a fulfilling sex life with yourself." 'You'. You knew he was speaking generally, but it still felt as if he was addressing you personally. "Sometimes even better. After all, who knows what feels pleasurable to you better than you?"

"I suppose that's true. But you can't...er--substitute...everything."

"Well of course not, we still need some reason to fuck." Younghyun raised an eyebrow and grabbed his coffee again, taking another sip and almost making you spit out yours.

You knew what he meant (after all, it's what you originally meant too); there's some things about sex you can't simulate on your own, and that's what makes it worth doing. But you played it safe. "Sure, uh...reproduction, survival," but Younghyun cut you off with a wave of his hand.

"You're thinking too clinically, Y/N. Get your head out of the books," he laughed, closing the cover of the book in front of him. He leaned forward so his elbows were on the table and met your gaze. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

What the hell. "Shoot."

"Are you sexually active?"

"Oh now who's being clinical?" You teased, getting more comfortable with him by the minute.

"Touché. But it's fine if you don't want to answer. I just thought that kind of information about each other would help this conversation a little."

"It's not that. It's just...I've never understood what that means. It sounds like after you've had sex once, you're in this perpetual state of sexual activity." You clicked your pen a few times and readjusted your sitting position, fidgeting and stalling. "I...have. It's just been awhile."

"Okay, cool." He replied so plainly, it simultaneously made you feel silly and at ease.

"How about you?"

"Yes, I am 'sexually active'," he replied, using air quotes. "I'm not dating anyone right now, so it's like...a couple times a month?" You didn't expect anything less to be honest (in fact you expected more), and felt better telling someone your own status. Maybe he was right, maybe telling someone these things could help you more than you thought. You wanted to keep this conversation going. You wanted to pick his brain a little; it seemed as though you could learn from him.

"Can I ask you another question?" he asked calmly.

You shrugged and let him go ahead. At this point, you were in it, so who cared. He slid his coffee over a bit and leaned forward so you could talk more closely.

"Do you masturbate?"

Your heart pounded in your chest and you just knew your face was turning red again, fuck.

"Yes. Do you?"

"Yes."

"How often?"

"Every day."

Every day?? Either he was too into it, or you were slacking. He saw the way you paused, the way your face changed, and smiled.

"There's nothing wrong with that, Y/N. You can jerk off as little or as much as you want. As long as it's not impacting your schedule and responsibilities, it's perfectly healthy."

You nodded, processing his words. "So...Today?"

"Before I came here," he said with a shrug.

You'd never had someone speak about sex with you so plainly, so nonchalantly; even with your past boyfriends you didn't have conversations like this. Now you were starting to wonder why not.

"And I wasn't late," he tacked on with a raised finger, making his point about it not affecting his schedule.

"I do it...I don't know, I guess it changes? Sometimes every other day, sometimes I can go a week or more without wanting it."

"But when you want it, you want it, right?" Your cheeks flushed, but he was definitely right.

"There's a point when it does get very hard to ignore, yes."

Younghyun listened politely, soaking in what you were saying. "You've been in relationships?"

You nodded, confirming.

"Have you ever had sex with someone you weren't dating?" You thought back to a shitty one night stand that made you averse to the whole concept.

"Only once. Not into it..."

"Fair enough. So you've had sex and you masturbate. So you know what I mean, about there just being some things you can't do yourself."

"Yeah, it's frustrating."

He wrinkled his brow, seeming confused. "You think? But like we were talking about before, isn't that what makes sex worth having?"

"I guess, but as someone who's not having sex with anyone, it's frustrating. Leaves me feeling pretty touch-starved," you chuckled, picking up your coffee.

"Hmm, I guess I never thought of it that way." Younghyun rested his head on his hand and ran a finger of his other around the rim of his mug thoughtfully. You noticed the way his tongue poked out to wet his lips and felt a tingling feeling inside. A flash of an image flickered in your mind; you involuntarily pictured Younghyun's head between your legs, the image now burned in your memory. You sighed internally. Clearly you were sexually frustrated, and this conversation was not helping. But you didn't want to stop either. This felt like a golden opportunity, and you didn't want to let it just flutter by.

"Now can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure," he replied with a warm smile. You had a feeling you wouldn't finish your paper today, but you felt some things are more important.

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