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hearts4yawnzzn · 2 months

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His Poison // 1

pairing: jung gi-cheol x fem!oc

genre: friends to lovers

word count: 1.7k

warnings: Blood, guns, knifes, broken bones, slight nsfw, death, injuries (severe and non-severe), drugs, smoking, burning/burn marks, torture, gore, violence did i miss anything?

A/N: I honestly don’t know how to feel about this but I wrote it as soon as I could! I will start to follow the drama plot on the second plot but please let me know what you think of this one!! <3

LIKES AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED!

Stepping outside of the airport, the cold breeze engulfed her as she looked around for a vacant taxi.

Since she was coming from Japan, Yuna had no idea how the taxi system in Korea worked, and frankly, she didn't care. What matters is reaching her apartment studio without any delays.

There was one downside for her when it came to living in South Korea—her father.

Hate is a strong word to describe how she felt about him, but it wasn’t enough. In fact, she despised him.

Back when she lived with her parents in Japan, her mother was sent to a hospital and fell into a coma due to the treatment she had gotten from her father.

And when it was just him and Yuna, he was very harsh on her. He was using every violent move against her and calling it ‘discipline’ from broken bones, and bruises littering her body to scars that have permanently imprinted into her body.

But when she turned 18 he kicked her out. Yuna didn’t mind being kicked out, she was relieved to have gotten away from him. 2 weeks before leaving Japan, she had heard from her colleagues about her father’s living state in Korea, but now that she had moved to Korea at the age of 25, she was praying to not run into him at any cost.

Shaking her head and dismissing herself from the thoughts of her father, Yuna walked up to a random taxi and knocked on the window.

She had asked the driver if the taxi was occupied. When she saw him shake his head she hopped in, relaying the location of her apartment studio and sending him a quick nod.

The ride to her apartment studio was quiet, but she hadn't expected this much traffic to arise in Gangnam, which is why the sound of honking cars would break the silence between the driver and herself.

Being nearly stuck in the same spot for almost twenty minutes, Yuna let out a deep breath as she leaned over to the driver. “I don’t think we’ll move anytime soon.” she pulled out the expected amount of the fare and handed it over to the driver. “Thanks for the ride.”

The sound of the taxi’s door slamming loudly was muffled by the commotion around her. Yuna took in a deep breath as she looked around her, beautiful wasn’t the exact word to describe Gangnam, maybe cool and amazing?

The city was alive, full of lights and people everywhere despite it being a weekday.

Walking away from the road, Yuna started walking around and asking vendors about the location of the street she needed to go to.

She stuffed her hands in her pockets and zipped up her jacket, comfortably walking through the streets without a care in the world.

Yuna had heard about the crimes that occurred in Gangnam, from the killing and torture to the stealing and kidnapping. But she didn’t care, she knew she could take care of herself and that’s all that mattered.

As she was walking, a crash could be heard from the depths of an alley. It was a bad idea to check it out, that’s how everyone dies in a horror movie.

But this wasn’t a horror movie.

Yuna mentally shrugged and walked over to where the commotion was heard, once she neared the scene, she hid behind a trash bin and watched everything happen.

Three men were ganging up on one man, quite literally beating him to a pulp.

The man was on the floor, holding his stomach as the three looked down on him. Each of them was smirking as one of them knelt to the man’s level and looked him in the eye, he said something Yuna couldn’t catch as he stood up once more.

“Tell you boss-” he kicked him harshly, “To give me-” another kick, “My fucking money back!” the last kick sounded bad, something in the man’s body could be heard breaking as Yuna grimaced slightly.

She could clearly see the guy’s face from her position, and she already hated the way he looked as he had an annoying vibe to him. That was enough for her to beat the shit out of him.

The sound of a knife being unsheathed immediately caught her attention and she locked her eyes on the sharp piece of metal.

She loudly scoffed and stepped out of her hiding spot, biting her cheek and looking the man up and down with a clear look of disgust.

“I thought you were a mouse… But from the way you’re acting, you’re definitely a fucking rat.” Yuna cleared her throat and stepped forward, stepping over the guy on the ground as she took out her hands from her pockets, crossing them.

The guy looked at her in disbelief, letting out a short laugh as he pointed to her, “The fuck is she saying? Are you insane?” he asked his friends sarcastically and pushed her by her shoulder.

“Are you a slut?” he asked her and stepped forward, Yuna didn’t move. “Because you’re surely dressed like one.”

Shuffling could be heard behind her, she assumed the man on the ground had gotten up.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Her tone was cold as it pierced through the atmosphere if making her angry was his idea then he had succeeded.

He pushed her again. “Are-” another Push, “You-” another push, “A slut?” The last push sent her slightly stumbling back, but the body of someone behind her prevented her from falling.

Not wasting a second, she quickly took a step towards him and raised her leg, kicking him back successfully, her foot slamming against his chest as he ended up on the floor.

Yuna looked at the guy’s friends before looking back at him. “Say that again. I dare you.”

“What the hell is this bitch’s problem?” both men sneered at her as they approached her, getting ready to grab her, but someone was quicker.

Yuna was pulled back in the blink of an eye, a hand firmly resting on her shoulder as she was pulled behind the man.

And again, she couldn't see his face.

From Yuna’s perspective, she wasn’t protecting him. That asshole had her pissed off just by the look on his face and the way he talks.

She watches the man as he slowly approaches the three men, their bodies stiffened and their eyes widen as they stare at him. Was the look on his face that scary?

Yuna didn’t speak up as she watched the scene unfold, the man who was on the ground a few moments ago was actually kicking their asses.

She took a step back and crossed her arms, raising a brow at the man’s sudden courage.

A few moments later, all three men were bloodied up and bruised as he sent a final blow to the leader’s face, his fist connecting with his jaw.

Yuna slightly grimaced as she definitely heard something crack, but shook it off as the look on her face turned to amusement as she saw the two guys carrying their leader away. She broke out into a fit of laughter.

“You’ll fucking pay for this!”

“Don’t think our big boss won't find out!!”

Their threats were meaningless.

Her breath slightly hitched as the silence took over. Was this it? Will she finally see the face of the man she ‘defended’?

All of her questions would be answered if he just fucking turned around.

And so he did, breathing heavily as he approached her, and for the first time in her life, Yuna was stunned.

She didn't know how to describe him.

Handsome? Smoking hot? Pretty? Serious? Cold?

She couldn't fit them into a good description.

Which had her wondering, ‘If this is what he looks like, then what the hell does he sound like?’

But when she realized he wouldn't stop walking towards her she tensed up, is he gonna beat the shit out of her because she got involved?

“Thanks.”

What?

Yuna gulped harshly, nodding as she stepped back.

“Do I get to know the identity of the person who defended me? Or are you gonna label yourself as a passerby?”

Another gulp. Closing your mouth which she hadn’t even noticed was slightly open, Yuna cleared her throat as she spoke up.

“Depends, am I gonna have to waste my time if I give you my name?” a chuckle left his lips, and he hung his head before bringing it back up, gently biting his tongue.

“I’d have to know more about your skill before I decide that.”

Yuna scoffed, was he teasing her and wasting her time even more? She didn't care, but that handsome face of his annoys the shit out of her.

“Do you have a job yet?” he asked, hands now stuffed in his pockets. Despite how bad those guys fucked him up, he didn't show any signs of pain.

She shrugs, “Still looking, even the best jobs don't even pay minimum wage.” she was infuriated that, most of these jobs were owned by greedy old men who were probably perverts too.

“Work for me.”

She raised an eyebrow at his question, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Work for me and I'll make sure you’ll get much more than minimum wage.”

Truth to be told, she was tempted. Yet again, he was a complete stranger, so she needed to play her cards right.

“What’s in it for me?” he scoffed, walking one step closer as he shrugged, “What do you want?”

Yuna stopped, her teeth gritted as she stopped breathing for a few moments, her hands clenched into fists as she glared at him. Why was she glaring? No one has ever asked her what she wants, only her mother did.

“To kill someone.”

“Then how far are you willing to go?” he asks her with a straight face after backing her into a wall, a couple of inches of space between them. He stretches out his hand for her to take, if she takes it then he has his answer. Yuna stares at him with a puzzled expression before taking his hand in a tight grip, slightly shaking it as he tightens his grip on her hand and pulls her towards him. her breath hitches, but she doesn’t falter.

“As far as it takes.”

He smiles victoriously, letting go of her hand as he finally introduces himself.

“Jung Gi-Cheol, pleasure.”

“Kang Yuna, likewise.”

#kdrama #the worst of evil #jung gicheol x oc #jung gicheol ff #jung gicheol #jung gicheol x reader #ji chang wook #wi ha jun #wi ha joon #wi ha joon imagine #ji chang wook imagine #최악의악

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girlsgoneplague · 4 months

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Spock headcannons, don't judge me i just think he's neat

He will NEVER ask you to neglect your duties but he will often apologize for putting you in harms way, even if its not his fault

Anytime you want to watch a movie he indulges you because he can get work done while you're leaning against him (but it is hard to watch dramas they infuriate him)

If you're an Ensign your relationship is quite secret but to be honest only people close to him will notice anything is different

Once you become a lieutenant he takes you out to dinner in the mess hall, and MANY people realize you're together but its still just a rumor since no one can read his facial expressions

You don't often get in harms way, but he almost broke a PADD whenever he found out your ankle got broken while running away, he doesn't recall any other details of rhe mission only that you were nearly left behind

Theres no kissing him in public, you respect his privacy and he has never had the urge to kiss you in front of anyone because he knows that what you share is for each other to enjoy.

There have been quite a few times (after a close call) where he did hold his hand out for a vulcan kiss, and somehow it makes you blush more than when he asks you in private to kiss like humans

There have been only a few times where Kirk has attempted to tease you both, but when you got hurt and spock nearly broke multiple pieces of equipment he realized that he wouldn't get a rise out of either of you unless he did something crazy

Kirk regularly gives him advice about dates because they're in fact the bestest of friends

His dates mostly consist of legitimate quality time, playing games together, eating dinner and discussing your day, or even just reviewing particularly interesting mission logs you've went on without each other

Bones had to physically restrain Spock more than once from leaving the med bay (so he could see you) and you're the only one that can convince him to take Bones adivice

Before you dated Kirk and Bones bet on every aspect of your relationship and once Spock found out he waited 2 weeks to tell them you were together

Spock never thinks about retiring but anytime you're allowed shore leave he imagines life with you to be enough. after he's gotten too old to be with starfleet of course

And if anyone is wondering, no he will never do public sex, this is Spock and in my opinion he only does it every once in awhile because he doesn't find it as satisfying as spending time with you and making conversation.

Side note even though this is x reader Spock is for sure in love with Kirk thats just a fact

I also couldn't decide which version to use so here's both!

#spock #x reader #headcanon #non-sexual intimacy

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aristocratic-otter · 5 months

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Thank you @bazzybelle for the tag, I like doing these two!

Were you named after anyone?

Oddly enough, I was named after my father's best friend. And then, through drama and betrayal, they had a major falling out, and so I never met this friend.

Do you have kids?

Yes, two. A Uni student and a high school student.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not nearly as much as I used to. Being a middle school teacher has put a curb on my tongue and a tendency to second thoughts in my mind. I always think of how my students might perceive my words, and I don't say it if it might cause hurt feelings.

What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their face, definitely. I don't notice anything else about them for a long time. Unless they come up to me in a clown costume!

What's your eye colour?

Hazel

Scary movie or happy ending?

Not a fan of scary movies and I figure, I watch movies to escape real life, so I don't want real life pain in my movies, so definitely happy ending.

Any special talents?

I am absolutely amazing at multiple choice tests. Like, got a perfect score on my GREs amazing. It's a useless talent in real life, of course, but it helped in school!

What are your hobbies?

Writing, daily. Some elementary school level crafting. I want to do more scrapbooking. And travel, if that can be called a hobby when I can only afford it once or twice a year!

Have any pets?

Yes, though none are technically 'mine'. We have a lab/sharpei mix, Hazel, a guinea pig, Ashley, and a piebald python, Jamz.

What sport do you play/have you played?

I am the opposite of athletic. I played softball in high school. I sucked at it.

How tall are you?

5' 7"

Favourite subject at school?

Lol, I teach science...and my favorite school subject was English. Go figure.

Dream job?

Can volunteering be a job? In my wildest dreams, I wouldn't need to work for money and I could volunteer for wildlife and poverty charities, to make the world a better place.

I've got no idea who's done this (it's the first time I've seen it, so I'll tag a few friends I'd like to know better.

@artsyunderstudy, @bookish-bogwitch, @facewithoutheart, @giishu, @hushed-chorus, @ic3-que3n, @letraspal, @larkral, @moodandmist, @alexalexinii, @nausikaaa, @raenestee, @theearlgreymage, @youarenevertooold, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

#tag game #getting to know you

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lovely-pedrito · 10 months

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Love In Real Time

ꕥWord count: 2.2k

ꕥWarnings: Afab!reader x Joel Miller, no outbreak!tlou, semi-modern era since smartphones exist, alcohol consumption, age gap (reader is mid 20s, Joel is mid 30s), sexual pining/allusions to smut but no actual smut, the smallest bit of angst, buncha fluff, no use of y/n, idk it’s a good time

ꕥA/N: I’ve had this done for several days but for whatever reason I didn’t feel confident enough to post it. I’ve changed a lot but if I keep sitting on it I’m afraid it’ll change entirely so here it goes lol. Also this is hella inspired by the song Love In Real Time by The Maine so if you wanna listen while reading please do ^^

You had no clue what the hell you were watching. It was some kids show, that was obvious, but in your slightly intoxicated and frankly exhausted state you were entirely perplexed. The last time you had checked the clock it was well past one in the morning and you were starting to think you might be glued to the couch watching various dancing shapes for all eternity.

Most of your weeknights were spent babysitting your neighbor’s daughter until her father came home, and tonight was no exception. Although, you were typically in your own home, in your own bed far earlier than tonight. You found out several hours ago; however, that tonight would be different.

You were sitting with Sarah around the dinner table, eating her favorite pizza and listening to her spill her elementary school drama when your phone rang. She gave you a confused look as her father’s name lit up your phone. You shrugged and answered the call.

“Hey Joel. What’s up?”

You heard a sigh on the end of the line. He cleared his throat before he began, “So I’m gonna be home a little late tonight.”

“Okay. How late?” You checked the time. The screen displayed 10pm.

Another sigh, “I don’t know. Tommy’s been drinking and long story short I gotta bail him out so it’s gonna be a while.”

“Tommy?” You were surprised at the mention of Joel’s younger brother, “But isn’t he in Kerrville?” You had known Joel for essentially all your life, and by extension, you’d known Tommy and Sarah for the same length of time, essentially becoming part of your own family. And so, of course, you were aware that Tommy was across Texas visiting some old friends for a few days.

“Yeah.” He was frustrated, understandably so. Joel had a habit of investing all of himself in his work, spending ungodly hours pouring himself into contracting and leaving little time for him to do much else besides spending time with his daughter. Most anything else? A distraction in his eyes.

He continued, “It’s two hours out so it’s gonna be a bit. Do you uh…do you have time to stay with Sarah tonight?”

You smiled and looked at the young girl across from you, “Of course. We’ll have a good time.”

Joel let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Bless you, sweetheart. I’ll keep you updated okay?”

The pet name didn’t go unnoticed by you, springing butterflies in your stomach. You’d had feelings for Joel for a while, but it’s not like you could actually do anything about it. He was roughly ten years your senior, not to mention you couldn’t even guarantee he felt the same--so there was no chance you were going to make that move first. There were too many variables. You were comfortable with what you had, even though you secretly wished for more.

“Sounds good. Be safe, okay?”

He let out a noise akin to agreement and hung up. A pair of big brown eyes blinked up at you expectantly.

“Your dad’s gonna be home a little late. What d’ya say about watching that new movie you’ve been dying to see?”

She let out a squeal of excitement and immediately dragged you to the living room, pizza now long forgotten. As you two sat down on the couch, she snuggled into you. You never gave much thought to having children, but damn did you love Sarah like she was your own. She was such a sweet girl it would be nearly impossible to not love her. You spent the next hour zoned out as some action movie played that you were only vaguely familiar with, running your hands through Sarah’s hair as her eyes were glued to the screen.

Sarah fell asleep an hour into the movie. She hardly ever stayed up late and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t surprised. Being careful not to wake her, you lifted her up and carried her to bed. You placed a quick kiss to her forehead before returning to the couch. You checked your phone absentmindedly.

Nothing from Joel.

With nothing else to do you walked to the fridge, pulling out the liquor that Joel graciously let you store at his house and sat in front of the TV mindlessly scrolling through channels and drinking far more alcohol than you had intended. And so, hours passed with you feeling a pleasant buzz, somehow landing on and watching a children’s television show.

You weren’t aware of the unanswered texts on your phone, nor were you aware of the sleep-deprived man that entered his home several feet away from you. Joel walked into the living room and immediately froze as he looked at the TV, his brows furrowing as he glanced from you to the screen. “What the hell are you watching?”

“I’ll be honest, I’m not entirely certain.” Your words were slightly slurred which you were only vaguely aware of, but he noticed and couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. “But I’m kinda liking it. It’s calming.”

Joel emitted a hum, sitting down on the couch next to you. “Sarah in bed?”

“Yeah. She’s been asleep for a few hours.”

The man let out a grunt and you took a moment to turn to him, shamelessly looking him over. Joel was always attractive, but recently it seemed like he’d been putting more effort into his appearance. You couldn’t quite place what, but you could tell he was doing something different. Maybe it was his slightly more form-fitting clothing or the way that he started styling his hair. A part of you wondered if he was trying to impress anyone. You squashed the jealously forming in your chest before you could dwell on it long. It wasn’t like your place anyway. You had no right to be jealous, but damn you just couldn’t help it.

A loud ding from your phone rang throughout the room. You saw the old messages from Joel before you saw the new ones, briefly apologizing to him before groaning at who the more recent messages were from. You tossed your phone down, not bothering to look at them any further.

“Everything okay?”

You ran a hand over your face, “Yeah, just some guy I’ve been talking to recently.”

Joel went quiet. “Oh. Didn’t realize you were seein’ anybody.”

“Well we aren’t really seeing each other, just talking. I think I’m kinda over it though.”

“Oh yeah?” Joel chucked, relief internally washing over him, “How’s that?”

“I mean, he’s cute or whatever but something about him just seems kinda weird. Like, the first time we talked he told me I gave him virgin vibes. That’s weird, right?”

Joel tried to hide a smile but admittedly was losing the battle, “Yeah that’s a little weird.” He shook his head, “Can’t imagine saying that to a woman. Must be a younger man thing.”

You shrugged, a giggle leaving you, “Could be.”

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you. Amidst your buzz, you had no clue about the thousand different thoughts that were wracking Joel’s brain.

“Are you a virgin?” He didn’t even realize the words were coming out of his mouth until he said them, and he prayed to whatever being that might be listening that he didn’t overstep any boundaries.

Your brows furrow, a slight smile playing on your lips, “Why? Do I actually give off virgin vibes?” Before he could respond you started to giggle at how ridiculous it sounded. “Virgin Vibes is for sure like the name of some shitty scented candle.”

He borderline wheezed, equally amused and thankful he didn’t make things awkward between the two of you. Maybe he had the alcohol to thank for that.

“But no, I’m not, just so you know.” A smile graced your lips, “Interesting to know that’s how people perceive me.”

Joel awkwardly shifted in his seat, suddenly feeling hot. “Well I don’t know if I’d say that. People--I mean…y’never know.”

You chuckled, his awkward charm always somehow making your feelings for him intensify.

“Oh, shit I totally forgot to ask; how’s Tommy?”

He raised his eyebrows and shifted again. “He’s fine now. Went out with his friends and all got wasted. Got into some fight but he’s home now.” Joel shook his head, his jaw tense, “Third time this shit has happened now. Told him this was the last time I’m bailin’ him out, but I don’t think he believes me.”

You shifted your body to face him, your knees making contact with his in the process. “The breakup been that bad?”

Joel’s eyes fell to the floor, “Yeah. It has been. Know you never met her, but Tommy was crazy about her. Never saw him like that with anyone before.”

You really wished you had something more profound or comforting to say, but before your brain could veto the words they tumbled out of your mouth, “Damn. Breakups are rough, huh?”

He laughed, not expecting such a response from you either. His warm eyes found yours and made your stomach flutter. It was a beautiful sound and you were really hoping that you weren’t giving him the heart eyes you felt like you were giving him.

You were.

It had maybe been a year or so since Joel started noticed subtle changes in your behavior towards him. Nothing significant, but he became hyper aware of every lingering touch and longing look you sent his way. He wasn’t even fully sure you were aware you were doing it. Joel may not have been on the dating scene for a while, but he could read a woman. Especially you.

You didn’t know that he had been fighting with himself the entire time. You were gorgeous, witty, good with Sarah. In any other situation he would’ve made a move years ago. But god—did he not want to made things awkward. The more time that had passed, though, and now, with how beautiful you looked with a goofy smile on your face, his resolve began to break down.

Fuck it, he thought.

The man leaned closer, moving a strand of hair out of your face. He watched your breath hitch and smiled softly. Your eyes moved to his lips, biting your own as you shamelessly imagined how soft they would feel.

A sly smirk ghosted his lips, his voice gruff, “Hey.”

Your own voice was barely above a whisper, eyes snapping back up to his, “Hey.”

“You’re beautiful, sweetheart.” He watched your eyes soften and face blush, his confidence growing with your involuntary responses.

You opened and closed your mouth, trying to find anything to say but simply overwhelmed by Joel being so close to you. Your brain was short circuiting and you felt pretty confident he could tell. He chuckled, moving his hand to cup your face and press his lips against yours. Your eyes shut immediately, leaning into the kiss and placing your hands against his clothed chest, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer.

The noise of satisfaction that Joel made was muffled by your lips. And he fucking loved it. In his mind, he was punching the air. All those years he had spent dreaming about you and what your lips could’ve felt like didn’t even come close to just how soft and warm they were. It made his brain immediately wonder how soft and warm the rest of you would be. He groaned into the kiss, trying to reel his thoughts back in but failing. He was only a man, after all.

Joel’s hand that wasn’t on your face tangled through your hair, dragging you closer to him still. He halfway didn’t believe it was happening, afraid that he would wake up any minute. But here you were, whimpering into his lips and letting him slip his tongue in your mouth. Letting him get to know you in all the ways he hadn’t had the privilege of yet.

His hands dropped to your thighs, lifting them and dragging you into his lap, giving you a quick kiss. He brushed his nose against yours, his touch trying to ground you. It flattered him; really, how much he could see he was affecting you, but he wanted you to feel safe and taken care of and, unfortunately, you did have alcohol in your system. He knew it wasn’t enough to inebriate you, nor nearly enough for you to make decisions you wouldn’t make sober, but he wanted you to remember all of him. To choose him.

“How ‘bout I take you home pretty girl?”

You whined, not wanting to move an inch away from Joel. You knew what he was getting at though, and although most of you was now sexually frustrated, a small part of you did thank him for wanting to wait. He took your hand and helped you gather your things before walking you to your house, lingering outside the doorway like shy teenagers experiencing young love for the first time.

The man held your hands, trying to find the right words to say as you yawned comically loud. He smiled and dismissed his thoughts. You smiled back at him when he gave you a kiss on the cheek and ushered your tired form inside. You both hated to say goodbye, but you’d be seeing each other the next day and were in desperate need of rest.

Joel had waited years for you. Now that he knew you shared his feelings? He could wait a little longer. And honestly? So could you.

#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fluff #joel the last of us #pedro pascal imagine #joel miller imagine #pedro pascal fluff #tlou fanfiction #tlou joel #pedro pascal

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frauhupfner · 8 months

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get to know me tag!

I got tagged by @landgraabbed, thank you. :) I would like to tag everyone who hasn't done it yet. :)

last song: at the moment I like to listen to E Nomine songs on my way to work, like "Schwarze Sonne" - a lot of german people grew up with that voice.

favorite color: black currently watching: Sweet Home, a Horror- K-Drama which I‘m watching with my daughter (she is 18 so she is finally old enough to watch horror movies with me, yeah! ^^ ). We really should never watch Horror movies with anyone else, we always destroy the atmosphere and have to laugh. ^^ last movie: The Rite, with Anthony Hopkins (again, watched with my daughter, it gaves us a lot of Hannibal-vibes- we watched all Lecter movies before that one)

currently reading: nothing - but I should since one of my co-workers gave me some books which were too bad to be sold but too good for the trash (Agatha Christie and Conan-Doyle) relationship status: single since nearly 10 years and I don‘t think that this will change.

current obsession: nothing I guess. I‘m always too tired to play my games or making edits or whatever. Last google: Steampunk Cliparts - I needed some inspirations that I could save for later.

currently working on: nothing. I haven‘t converted anything for weeks, my gameplays are waiting for me to play.

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day0walker · 1 year

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I hope you're having a good (I don't want to guess if it's day or night time…) Mr. Day0walker, I am here today to confess myself, something that's been rumbling in my head like a disease without cure, annoying me as the constant noises of a 'construction in progress' near your house for days wishing for it to stop.

(A little pause to create drama)

I currently have a huge crush on Dr. Nick, yes… your own Original Character, and I can't stress enough how down bad I am for him… I need more of your handsome creation, even if it's just a little (or various) random facts about him that'll save me from this hellish of a world I am living at this moment. LIKE– could we (I don't like to assume I'm the only one, so…) get a short description of Nick? It can contain anything you would like to the public to know, I'm not picky after all. Thanks in advance, your writing quickly became the daily water I have in the morning, I can't imagine my life without it.

Sincerely yours, Anon of the bunch. (Kiss mark with red lipstick) 💋

PS: I'm too scared to ask this even though I'm going Anonymous but, consider writing a little hot scene for Nick (Dr. Nick f!Reader) You don't need to put too much thought to it, but I'm dead serious when I say I would beg you right here on my knees if that makes you change your mind. Agh I don't want to make this longer for you ;; xo

oh my god anon I know you sent this last night but I simply had to wait to be on my laptop for this one HAHAH

You're an absolute doll I love you for this. I can't believe anyone would like a character I CREATED this much!!! It's one thing to have people enjoy your fanfiction, but another to enjoy a original character. That's just a really special feeling.

I'll put this under a read more in case it gets....lengthy

Okay as far as a description for Nick, I genuinely think he looks pretty spot on for Mads Mikkelsen.

He's 6'2'' so he's quite tall. But he rounds his shoulders a lot and always looks a little tired. So it's not necessarily so much an intimidating height; like sure he's big, but he also looks so worn down. Kinda makes you wanna hug him--but his face is also constantly flat and nearly expressionless so that probably radiates "don't hug me".

Also Nick was tortured (a lot) so his torso has burn marks, as well as cuts along his side, thigh and upper rib cage area. He's missing the last two fingernails on his left hand (because they were removed, nasty business). But he takes care of himself, so he's also got a fair bit of muscle tone. He's not Built, but he's very strong, so he has nice biceps and muscular thighs. He has no piercings or tattoos (and does not like them).

Not to make him sound even MORE alluring, but he definitely has a great smell to him. He's a very clean guy and probably uses an expensive cologne. He smokes, so there's the underlying nicotine scent to him, but if you're into it, then it's probably even more alluring.

Also some fun Nick facts

He is 55 !!! He's old!!! Don't be too thirsty, his knees and lower back hurt all the time.

He's French but he can, if needed, completely erase his accent and fake American very well. He's a chameleon like that. But when he's comfortable, his accent is thicker, and he'll pepper in French here and there. Also BIG on French pet names.

Incredibly materialistic and has a BIG KINK for buying women Things. Lingerie sets, heels, clothes (nsfw things too). He's so into women in heels it's like calm down!! I'm batting him with a broom!!

Does not like movies. Literally cannot sit through them. Finds acting cringe. Cannot help but pick out inaccuracies every time he sees them. Groans like an old, tired man whenever someone makes him watch one. Will fall asleep.

This man has killed people and will definitely kill people again. Murderous little bastard.

Okay I could keep going but this is so long already my God.

Anyway anon thank you sm for your interest in him!!! I can't lie, I probably wont write Nick x Reader because well....that would feel remarkably like sleeping with my own character LMAO

That being said, for fun I do write onshots featuring him for my friend DJ and their character Adler (@darkworkcourier my life revolves around Adler like she's the fuckING SUN and I'm a little planet orbiting it) and I might post works of them together on my main blog instead of my private if people really like Nick that much LOL

Kisses u kisses u kisses u

#ask #anon #i love u!!!!#doctor nick #im stunned!!! y'all like this shitty old man!?

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Aqua Teen Hunger Force #69: “Boston” | Unaired; leaked January 31, 2015

That’s right, I’m covering it. It didn’t air on Adult Swim… in fact, it didn’t air at all. More accurately, if the leaked file is anything to go off of, it was never properly completed. What we have here is an assembly cut with a nearly-finished soundtrack (a narration in particular sounds like a temporary track, for example) and some animation that is complete or close-to-complete. Some of it is barely animated at all, with still images subbing in for animated ones. To call this “unaired’ technically bumps up against one of my pet peeves of referring to unfinished media or never-filmed scripts as “unaired”, implying that they exist in an airable state. This doesn’t seem to.

In “Boston”, Master Shake attempts to drum up publicity for his failing online auction (he’s trying to sell Meatwad) by taking Meatwad to Boston and sticking him under an overpass with harmless magnetic lights attached to him as an advertisement for himself, I guess. Frylock cheerily points out that they are “energy efficient, and harmless to humans” and praises Shake for being so thoughtful. The promotion fails, but the ghost of Paul Revere shows up and urges the Aqua Teens to visit with the Ghost of Benjamin Franklin. He buys Meatwad and files him with a kite, causing Meatwad to get struck by lightning over and over. Benjamin Franklin is notably not voiced by Dana Snyder, effectively keeping the Aqua Teen universe separate from the Saul/Young Person’s Guide universe (GOOD!).

The resulting fiery explosions from Meatwad getting zapped by lightning is mistaken for a bomb going off. The show actually cheekily goes out of it’s way to have Baltimore, NOT Boston, be the city who sees the explosions and mistake them for a bomb. Baltimore is populated by Johnny Unitas, Earl Weaver, and the cast of the musical Hairspray. The Aqua Teens are tossed out of Boston as a result.

Shake spends all of his Meatwad money on a large lite-brite with a bunch of dynamite strapped to it, and attacks Carl’s house with it. This is portrayed the same way it would be in a deadly serious drama film, with music probably lifted from Munich or something (I genuinely don’t know what the reference is if there is a specific one, sorry!). A bunch of bomb squad/swat teamers show up and shoot Carl further to death, after announcing “let’s make this worse than it already is”. They mistake Shake’s sandwich for a bomb, but then Shake explodes. Turns out Shake was a bomb. We pull out to reveal the Mooninites, dressed like Al Qaeda members, watching this on TV from a cave hide-out. Show ends with Ignignokt about to saw his own head off to intimidate his enemies.

This episode was leaked in 2015, and was supposedly being prepped for release according to Dana Snyder and Carey Means. I’m not sure if they just said that to make the leaker feel bad. Some wiki I read said that they claimed it was a week away from being released. I don’t know, I guess this theoretically could’ve been completed and released in the span of a week. Maybe they were planning to release the rough-cut as is? Who knows.

Another thing I’m not clear on is whether or not this episode was intended to be the season premiere. A lot of episode guides that list this episode seem to think so. It makes enough sense. Interestingly enough, this episode is meant to be counted for the sake of their “100th” episode, though you could reasonably count the “Deleted Scenes” special as two episodes or maybe even count the movie.

This episode is reasonably funny, and it’s a shame it never got completed. It would have been the first episode completed in the HD format, but it currently only exists as a 360p bootleg file. I’d be really curious to see how they navigated certain bits for the final broadcast version; this episode exists in an uncensored state and has some rather uncouth characters using some pretty nasty slurs by today’s standards. The only thing resembling an official release we got from this episode was the Volume 5 DVD set included bits of artwork from it on the gatefold case.

EPHEMERA CORNER:

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Here’s some splashback from my Rainn Wilson tirade

I share your hatred for rainn wilson. I actually think he's a real thorn in that otherwise perfect Nite Live episode. However, I like the numbers sketch. I think about "numbers just for men" a lot. It tickles me...pink!

You know, I was probably harsher on that sketch for superficial reasons. It’s a perfectly good sketch and he’s perfectly fine in it. It’s my problem, not their problem, that I see that guy’s face and it immediately makes me scowl. If I could do it all over again, I would have never listened to those Office commentary tracks. I could have done ANYTHING ELSE with my time.

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #aqua teen hunger force

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i’m just venting sorry

i hate forming such strong associations between ppl and the things they introduced me to or were heavily involved in

i can’t play osu! anymore, can’t watch the assassin’s creed movie, can’t listen to a few bands or artists, i can’t even go ice skating and i can barely go roller blading, and i’m doing my absolute best to pretend i don’t hate the person who i associate with all these things

because they’ve done so many things wrong in the past that have destroyed small parts of me, and i’ve not been the nicest in return, and they’ve destroyed one of my best friends emotionally to a worrying degree, but right now? they’re not doing anything wrong

when they’re talking to my friends or hanging out with us at lunch i want to stop existing and for the most part i wish we had never known each other, but they’re not doing anything wrong, at all, and we were good friends for years

but a friendship formed on such shaky and rotten foundations was bound to fail, and it crashed and burned and they barely noticed, then they did notice, and i distanced myself and never said enough and didn’t explain myself well enough and now we’ll never talk of it and they’ll never know the real reason i told them we shouldn’t be friends anymore

and they won’t know how frustrating it is when they try and talk to me like we’re friends, or try to start a conversation with me

and i’m not being the bigger person here

i know that

i’m being irrational

and i don’t care

i’m fucking sick of it

and i tried talking once about something, mentioned that oh that could be for a reason and it nearly turned into a huge argument like it always fucking does so i just walked away and they glowered and complained a little just as i did

and fuck it sucks

and in a way we’re very similar, except i never tried to convince a partner of theirs that they didn’t actually love them and instead had a crush on me and that they should break up right after they’d had one of the worst days in a long time

but like can i even blame them for that? really? can i? they were depressed, and it was getting really really bad on their end, and they don’t even remember doing it. they don’t know they did it because when i told them what happened i left out some details so they wouldn’t feel as bad

and it’s been like 2 years

and i still feel like shit

and i was going to put up with it for the rest of the year, really, i was. i was going to shut up and sit tight and stop talking to everyone so no arguments could start up and i was going to smile and laugh and hang out with them when they asked

but a close friend of mine asked that i do something about it, because they’d hurt them too

so i did, eventually

i didn’t handle it amazingly, i’ll admit that, because i felt like i was going to throw up and i didn’t even really want to do it but i was sick of my friends and my interests being insulted, and now what?

were you lying when you said you didn’t want to be friends with them anymore? all my friendships are disintegrating now

i think because of this

and there’s drama and so much shit that i don’t keep up with

and i want to be done with it but i still see them all almost every day and just ignore them, because i don’t want to see them anymore, because i’m petty and i was hurt and i wanted to cry when they were smiling when i ended our friendship and they laughed when i said i was scared for their life and i’m upset that they’ll never even know

AND I CANT JUST GET OVER IT LIKE I WANT TO

I WANT TO PUT IT BEHIND ME BUT I CANT AND I DONT FUCKING KNOW WHY AND I HATE THIS SO MUCH I WANT TO MOVE ON!!

#vent tw #tw vent #just ignore this i need it somewhere that i won’t see very often #so not notes app or drafts or anywhere physical

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So,

I needed a fucking cigarette.

It was just after 9 p.m. on a sunny July afternoon in 2022, and I’d left my RAV idling in the Thetis Lake parking lot while I trekked through the woods illuminating the looming trees with my iPhone. It had taken me half the day to drive across the province and take the ferry, and now I was slapping branches out of the way and stumbling over tree roots as the sky began to darken far overhead. Was this a stupid, useless expedition or was I actually going to accomplish something? Everything was so confusing and overwhelming, I couldn’t properly distinguish between fact and fiction.

It had been five years since I first snapped, and since then I’d successfully gotten married and fathered two children. Stability. Yet somehow I was still repeatedly ending up in the pysch ward, blabbering about imaginary literary parents, family drama and gangster-style conspiracies — a perverse mish-mash of Sopranos savagery and the loopy craziness of Animal from The Muppet Show. My headspace was like hundreds of movies playing at once, and all of them had Eminem for a soundtrack. Lately I’d been obsessed with Bad Meets Evil, his collaboration with Royce da 5′9, because it reminded me of my director Spencer Savard. For years Spencer had been my pseudo-wife, and I was still mourning his death at the Royal Jubilee Hospital to cancer back in 2018.

“I don't speak, motherfucker, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet,” I mumbled to myself. “I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat.”

That’s when Ryan Tapp appeared, emerging from the foliage like the apparition he was. He’d died in an epic trailer fire back in 2014 and I still didn’t understand what had happened there, or why. After I covered it for the Nelson Star, I’d established a relationship with his father Randy, who was convinced that the autopsy’s conclusion of suicide was false. I mean, how can you even tell if a gunshot is self-inflicted if the body has just spent the entire night in a smouldering trailer fire?

Riddle me that.

“Dude,” he said. “I thought you were never going to come back.”

I bit my lip, trying not to cry. They weren’t giving me any cannabis in the psych ward, so I was hyper-emotional. Before I could say anything, Ryan wrapped his arms around me and put his hands on my face. He leaned down until his jutting bum chin was level with mine, his hair in an Elvis-style pompadour.

“I messed everything up, man. Everyone thinks I’m a clown. I’m such a goddamn idiot. Like Stan Rogers.”

Ryan laughed. “That doesn’t matter. You know I love you, Will. We all do.”

Together we continued to work our way around the lake, scanning the serene surface for any sign of life. A small family of ducks paddled placidly by, just like the ones in Tony Soprano’s pool. I remembered all the times I’d come here during my years at UVic, once cliff-jumping from a rock face so high that it split my shorts up to the hip. That was with my brother Cody, who I didn’t see nearly enough. My family was a mess and I didn’t know what to do about it.

“You can’t control what other people think of you. You just need to be true to yourself, man. Stick to your own principles,” Ryan said, slinging his shotgun against his shoulder. His weapon was black, while bank robber Andrew Stevenson’s was grey.

I’d been thinking about Andrew recently—partially because there was another Andrew in the hospital with me — and how he’d tried to make a run for it while in police custody in a mad scramble to get back to his kids. Instead he ended up with a ten-year sentence in jail. As Ryan and I chatted, Andrew appeared behind us lurking. He was always an enigma to me, an embodiment of all the misanthropy that had accumulated in my chest since I’d been ejected from the City of Nelson. I’d given that city my whole soul, then they exiled me like I was a broken toy — not even good enough for the thrift shop.

“Where are we going?” Ryan asked.

I sighed. “I have an appointment sometime around midnight. Airborne Toxic Event told me so. We have to go find Kessa.”

“Kessa? Why?”

“I need her. I need her to know I’m sorry.”

“Dude, Kessa already knows that. She’s chill. You don’t need to do anything else here, this isn’t even your job. There are cops for this type of shit.”

My nostrils flared, and I turned angrily at him. “What the fuck do you know? You’ve been dead for eight years. You have no idea what I’m up to.”

“What are you up to?”

My head felt foggy suddenly, like maybe I was going to faint. I needed an Ativan or something. I’d been pacing around the hospital for weeks, plotting a global level revenge fuck. But I was also kid-motivated, wanting the nurses to release me so I could just blissfully chill with my minions in the Shuswap. I felt like MGK was rap-battling Eminem in my head, and I wasn’t sure which one of them was supposed to be me. Sometimes Nicky Minaj came bouncing in, Kanye in tow, to sing about what a fucking monster she was.

Me too.

“Don’t ask so many questions. I don’t trust you because I don’t trust anybody,” I said. “I’m putting together a special team, okay? And Kessa is the lynch pin.”

“Do you know how insane that sounds?”

I laughed. “Yes, I’m not a dunce. It’s not like I don’t understand social etiquette. I know exactly how fucking maniacal that sounds. Did you forget I’m a goddamn lunatic?”

Ryan frowned. “Dude, you shouldn’t talk about yourself like that.”

“I’m Aldo Raine, and we’re going to get the Inglorious Basterds together and blow up some fucking hospitals. We’re going to slap the Pope, then we’re going to go back in time and ass-fuck Hitler. Are you coming or not?”

Andrew Stevenson smiled then, and it was the creepiest smile I’d ever seen. The setting sun was casting long deep shadows all around us, and the night was alive with owl song. Ryan’s forehead was sweaty, and he looked shaky on his feet, but finally he nodded his assent. He understood that if I wanted to do something, there wasn’t really any way for him to stop me. Especially since he was a ghost.

For ten minutes we walked in silence, my two henchmen with their shotguns trailing behind like a V of geese. While we walked, I played Bonnie Tyler’s “Holding out for a Hero” in my head: Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night, I toss and I turn, and I dream of what I need! I need a hero, I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast.

And he's gotta be fresh from the fight.

Finally we reached the lagoon I’d visited back in 2019 with Angela, the tiny inlet where people can swim naked without being bothered. It was a nice memory, thinking of Angela, but I had taken her for granted. She’d taught me how to paint, how to perfect my self-portraits, how to mix medium in with the colour to make it last longer. I’d gifted her a purple painting of my face, and I wondered if she had to get rid of it when she ultimately got married a year or two later. Not everyone holds on to a flame for their exes like I do.

You’re not supposed to.

“I heard you might be coming,” Kessa said, appearing to my left. Her blonde hair was wet from swimming, but she’d changed into a black T-shirt and a pair of beige Carhartts — the ones with the double-padded knees, like everyone wears in the Yukon. She looked like a young Marilyn Monroe, just like her Facebook photo, and she she was sun-kissed and happy. Perhaps the afterlife was being kinder to her than Earth was. Rolling up behind her was Spencer, sitting in his wheelchair like Professor Xavier. His toe nails were still painted in the colour of the Canucks, and he was wearing aviator sunglasses.

Next came James Gandolfini, breathing heavy and wearing a black button-down. He was standing next to Paulie Walnuts, with the grey wings perfectly formed in his hair. He was holding his knuckles together menacingly and looking at me the same way he looked at Christopher during his intervention. Neither of them spoke, but Paulie gave a “heh, heh” to acknowledge our presence.

“Okay, that’s six of you,” I said. “One woman, three dead friends, and two gangsters. With me, that makes seven.”

“What’s with the counting, kid?” Paulie asked.

“Seven’s a magic number. It’s a team. I’m putting together a special team.”

Ryan laughed. “You already said that.”

Had I? My short term memory was fucked. I’d been divulging all my deepest secrets on to a white board at the hospital as a form of therapy, but as soon as I wiped away the words with a hand towel they evaporated from my mind like ether. I was the Hunter of the South Thompson, and I’d gone AWOL chasing waterfalls and ended up in handcuffs — again. But this was it now, everything had been leading to this moment. My minions all looked at me expectantly, like I was Marcus Aurelius about to deliver a battle cry. I didn’t feel ready, but Ned Stark had told me you can only really be brave if you’re afraid.

“I really appreciate you all being here tonight,” I said. “I couldn’t do this without you.”

Andrew spoke for the first time. He’d successfully pulled six bank robberies, so I’m sure he was eager to know what kind of heist we were planning. Were we going to hunt rapists? Were we going to kill pedophiles? Or were we just going to do more stunting with my RAV, like when I ripped apart the UVic Housing field by doing kamikaze donuts with Kathryn. When security stopped me, I told them she had been driving — even though she’d been dead for over a week. I have this whole thing where I just can’t accept that death is real. There has to be something else, some essence retained, something.

“So what’s the job, Will?”

I patted around, looking for my smokes. Lately I was losing things — my credit card, my clothes, my food. I was completely incapable of taking care of myself, which is why it was so fortunate that I was married to a Filipino octopus. She was a superhero, but this work wasn’t right for her. She was a nurse, and we were The Liar’s Club. This was going to be dirty, it was going to be grim, and she wasn’t going to like it. I looked around to each face — Kessa, Ryan, Andrew, Spencer, Tony and Paulie — and saw that they were game for wherever I wanted to take this.

I was the Boss here.

I ran my fingers through my hair and pulled it into a bun. I’d been joking that I was turning Japanese, a reference to the Samurai Fox painting I bought in Nelson from an exhibit called Imaginarium. It was also related to my ex-roommate, a cute budtender with fire engine hair and goth piercings. I’d barely gotten to know her before the Nelson Police shipped me off to the airport raving and kicking, dressed in bouncer black. I took a deep breath, and Ryan put his hand on my shoulder in support.

“I need to figure out how to be an ordinary person, and this whole imaginary friends thing has to come to an end eventually,” I said. “But I’ve got one last favour to ask, and it means more to me than anything I’ve ever cared about.”

Tony crinkled his nose. “Why don’t you spit it out?”

I didn’t know how to put it. At Kathryn’s funeral we’d talked about how there was nobody to blame for her death, but I knew on a gut level that wasn’t true. I knew there were lurking family-ruiners that had driven her into an early grave. I’d made lists of their names, noted all of their addresses, concocted a whole master plan for the sort of mass killing that would go down in history. It was the only way to honour my Mad Queen, to create the world’s biggest funeral pyre and burn it to the ground. And from those ashes would emerge three dragons, just like in GRRM’s prophesy. It was a dream that haunted me every night, the overwhelming urge to absolutely annihilate all the stupid shitheads who had fucked over my sister until she died alone and friendless in a basement.

“She was the best Johnson, my sister,” I said. “Kathryn.”

They all nodded.

“Spencer, you knew her obviously, but for the rest of you here’s the deal. She’s represented by the colour blue, and we’re using the hashtag #TeamKathryn. And I hope this goes without saying, but the first rule of fight club is you do not talk about fight club. Trust nobody.”

“What do you want us to do?”

My heart swelled with joy, now that I finally had the back-up I needed. If Kathryn was Cersei, and I was her brother Jaime Lannister (the shot caller), then we should’ve been able to make short work of our haters with wildfire and sword-fighting. But now we needed something different. I was done with being handless. It was time I transformed into the most raving monstrosity to ever sit the Iron Throne. I needed to become the Mad King. I finally found my smokes in the pocket of my hoodie, and lifted one to my lips. Only after taking a few drags did I give him an answer.

“They killed my sister, guys. We’re going to burn them all.”

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Supercorptober 2021 Day 25: Sweater

Fic link. Series link.

It’s hits Kara, completely out of the blue, and maybe she should’ve seen it coming, because there were definitely a lot of signs and a lot of feelings and she feels a little stupid for not seeing it earlier, but she knows, without a doubt, that she’s in love with Lena.

And she has no idea what to do about it. What do you do when you fall for your best friend? She’s seen the movies, it always works out, the friend always has similar feelings, they always confess, and maybe there’s a little drama, because it is a movie after all, but then they kiss and live happily ever after and that’s that.

Except this isn’t a movie, this is real life, and she’s not sure she’s lucky enough that Lena could love her too.

Lena could have anyone she likes, there’s no way she’d choose Kara too.

But the feelings are there now, real and strong and she knows they’re not going away anytime soon.

“What’s got you in a mood?” Alex asks, toes jabbing Kara in the thigh from where her sister is lying on the other half of the couch.

“I’m not in a mood,” Kara huffs, but she’s definitely less excited about the potstickers in front of her than she’d usually be.

“You definitely are, and if you want to talk about it, then I’m here, and if you want us to eat so much food we nearly throw up, we can do that too.”

Kara laughs, feeling slightly better. She’s not even sure why she’s in a mood, but she keeps thinking about Lena and how she just wants to hold her hand and kiss the freckle on her neck and tell her she wants to spend the rest of her life with her and she’s a little upset she might never get the chance to do any of that.

Movies make it look easy, but every time she’s tried to say anything to Lena in the past week, she freezes, all the worst case scenarios flash through her mind from Lena never wanting to see her again to Lena’s sad smile when she says she’s sorry but she doesn’t feel the same and she’s not sure she could handle any of those realities.

And it’s just so hard, being vulnerable, telling someone how you feel. She’s Supergirl, she should be brave, but in the face of Lena and everything she’s ever wanted, she’s terrified.

It shouldn’t be this hard, talking to Lena, just telling her the truth, but the last time the truth came out she nearly lost her, and she knows it’s different, knows this isn’t the same, but it’s still hard to say the words out loud, because once they’re out, once Lena knows, there’s no going back.

They’ve come so far, they’re so close now, since Kara got back from the Phantom Zone, everything just feels so right with Lena, and she doesn’t want to mess that up.

So, she tells her sister instead.

It’s not what she means to say, she means to say thanks, she means to say that they should order more food because she wants to eat her feelings, but the truth just falls from her mouth instead, wanting to be let out into the world.

“I’m in love with Lena.”

Alex freezes and so does she, neither expecting the words.

“Oh,” Alex says, letting out a breath. She looks at Kara with calculating eyes and suddenly Kara feels nervous. What if Alex doesn’t approve? She hadn’t considered that. She hadn’t even meant to tell Alex, not tonight anyway. “That…actually makes a lot of sense, now that I think about it.”

“You’re not upset?”

“Upset?” Alex frowns. “Why would I be upset? The better question is, why are you upset?”

Kara looks down, pulling at a thread of the blanket in her lap. “I don’t know what to do. Do I tell her? What if she doesn’t feel the same?”

“Clearly, I’m not the best person to ask because I totally missed the fact that you’re in love, but what I do know is that the best thing you can do is to just be honest with her, you two have come so far, you’ve been through so much together, and even if she doesn’t feel the same, you’d get through this too. Though, again, looking back, I’m pretty sure you have nothing to worry about. I always thought you two were just close friends, but I see now it’s more than that, and now it totally makes sense why you looked like you were about to kiss Lena when you got back from the Phantom Zone, I thought I’d imagined that.”

Kara freezes and yes, thinking back now, even though her feelings were a little muddled back then, she had definitely wanted to kiss Lena.

Wow, she really has missed a lot of signs.

“Do you really think she could like me back?” Kara asks, focusing on the other thing Alex said.

Alex reaches out, lays her hands over Kara’s fidgeting ones. “I know she does, she’d be crazy not too. And if she hurts you, I’ll beat her up.”

Kara’s about to protest, until she sees Alex’s teasing smirk and she rolls her eyes. “How did I end up with the best big sister?” Kara asks.

Alex grins. “Just lucky, I guess. I’m assuming this is also Lena’s?” she asks, pointing to Kara’s shirt.

Kara looks down at the sweater she’s wearing, MIT in red letters on the front. The sweater still smells like Lena, her best friend having worn it just yesterday, even if the sweater has been tucked in Kara’s drawers for months, from when she stole it one movie night at Lena’s.

The more she thinks about it, the more she realises there really were a lot of signs she’s missed.

“It is,” Kara admits, because there’s no way she can deny it.

“That’s incredibly cute.”

Kara feels her cheeks heat.

“Now,” Alex continues. “Let’s come up with a plan on how you’re going to tell Lena how you feel.”

“Can’t we just do the thing you said where we don’t talk and we eat too much food and I can avoid this for a bit longer?”

“Nope,” Alex says. “Now that you’ve told me, we’re going to figure this out. We, of course, can still eat an unhealthy amount of food, and because you’ve just said I’m the best sister, I think I deserve more potstickers than you.”

“That’s not going to happen,” Kara says, using her speed to snatch three potstickers from the coffee table, shoving them all into her mouth at once

Alex screws up her face in disgust as Kara chews with her mouth open, grin on her face. “I take it back, maybe Lena wouldn’t like you if she saw how you eat.”

Kara swallows her current mouthful before she speaks. “I’ll have you know, Lena has called my eating habits ‘disgusting yet somehow cute’.”

“And you’re worried she won’t like you,” Alex grins. “Now come on, let’s figure out how to tell your best friend you’re in love with her.”

(They come up with several plans, but all of them go out the window when Kara next sees Lena and just blurts out “I’m in love with you.” It works, because Lena kisses her in response).

#supergirl #supercorp #kara danvers #alex danvers #danvers sisters #supercorp fanfic #supercorptober2021

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Hi! Can I request some hcs for the brothers + undateables taking care of a gn!MC while they're in hospital? (I'll leave the reason they're in hospital up to you) Thanks!!

DEMON BROS TAKING CARE OF AN MC IN THE HOSPITAL.

ofc !! i'm going to write the undateable ver. and link it here later since this got longer than i thought it would if you don't mind <3

LUCIFER

tries to be there for you but can't stop himself from drowning in his work.

don't get me wrong - he most certainly is attentive to your needs and visits you often - but he still puts all the blame on himself no matter the cause for you being put in the hospital.

this is because it reminds him of when he and his brothers fell.

not only did he have to get accustomed to the devildom, but he had to suffer the loss of his sister, deal with his new demonic form, and raise satan all while being diavolo's righthand man.

so naturally, being the eldest and also the one who started the great celestial war, he always felt at fault for how things turned out; although he'd rather die than say it aloud.

you being put in the hospital makes him feel like he failed you, he failed to save you, failed to protect you, even if he hides it with a poker face and instead drowns in his work.

please - this is one of the only times you'll see a vulnerable luci.

cupping his face tenderly with your hands as he sits by your bedside late at night, he refuses to cry, but definently has a gloomy expression.

he can't lose you too. he cant fail you.

as soon as you're discharged though, he makes sure to keep you by his side more often.

late night office dates, anyone?

he'll hold you close and try to be slightly more affectionate in public.

this whole scenario has reminded him just how mortal you are, and he hates that someone who's just as angelic as you is trapped inside of a fragile and weak body.

MAMMON

clingy asf

probably the first one to find out mc's in the hospital.

he's downright upset at first. normally he's attached to your hip, so the one time he leaves you alone, ya wind up in the hospital? he knew you were too much of a fragile human to be left alone!

he refuses to let anyone near you as you recover - besides the doctors and nurses, of course, but even then he eyeballs them to make sure they're being gentle with you.

he goes on a rant/lecture about how you're just some weak human who needs him by your side and how you shouldn't have gone off on your own, but as soon as you frown or pout while averting your gaze, his whole demeanor flips.

he's just really worried about you.

he's a big tsundere, yes, but he cares so much about you and he's not sure how to convey his emotions as he's never felt this way about anyone before.

"h-hey, i'm not mad at ya. just... i'm your first. no, i don't care if i'm in the middle of a scheme, i'll always make time for ya... so don't go off alone, okay?!"

buys you tons of gifts before and after you've left the hospital

definitely won't leave you alone for the first few weeks of being discharged

really, he's clinging onto you like you have more value than goldie

and truly, he wouldn't admit it, but you do.

LEVIATHAN

probably gets told by one of his brothers since he's hiding out in his room as per usual.

first, he almost summons lotan in anger to get revenge for mc if they got hurt by someone, but whether that is or isn't the case, he soon calms down once he recognizes something.

this is just like the 78th episode of TSL he was watching when the lord of shadows returns the favor to henry for helping him through his familial problems by taking care of him!!

well then. now levi's been inspired to be the best lord of shadows he can for his henry.

oh, and i guess he'll do it anyways because he cares about mc's wellbeing to begin with or wtv... /s

nonetheless, snek boi brings a bunch of games, movies, and mangas to mc as he camps out in their hospital room with them.

you better be prepared to binge watch all of TSL and fall asleep to whatever sounds are coming from his game beside your bed - not that you have much of a choice, anyways.

his brothers probably try to pull him away from you as he's clingy boy #2 and staying up having gaming marathons can't be good for your recovery, so you can bet your little human butt you're going to find yourself staying in levi's room for a couple of days after you've left the hospital.

definently places ruri-chan or any other anime-related stickers on your casts (if you have any) or cheeks to cheer you up.

bonus: he totally tries to sneak in henry 2.0 to keep you company when he can't be there and if he succeeds, he relies on henry to give him reports of your health.

SATAN

pissed if someone else landed you in the hospital. nearly goes on a rampage and his brothers just barely manage to stop him.

probably one of the best people to keep you company once he calms down, though.

definitely visits you at the same hour everyday to bring you books he suggests you read.

if you're not up for reading any, he'll suggest reading them to you, or suggest something else entirely different.

stays overnight a couple times with an audiobook playing in the background or with an open book on his chest.

doesn't mind falling asleep in weird positions anyways considering the way his room is set up.

watches detective dramas late at night when you're asleep like a dork lol

definitely watches cute cat compilations with you if you're feeling down for any particular reason and will stroke your hair to calm you down.

10/10, soft satan is best satan <3

ASMODEUS

probably screams tbh

that can't be good for your skin!! all that stress on top of being sick/hurt is going to make you break out!!

practically dashes to visit you with skin care & beauty products although you're advised not to use them by your doctors atm

asmodeus has never been so salty.

though, he is concerned about your overrall being.

it honestly scares him how much he cares about you. especially in this state because he's never cared so much for anyone else other than his brothers or himself in a long time.

most likely to cry (besides mammon) if you cry since he already has tears stinging his eyes.

he starts neglecting his own nightly routines to stay overnight with you.

if you start to point it out or ask him why he's doing this, he'll just sit there in astonishment processing your words.

you matter so much to him? like, duh, of course he's going to be here, why wouldn't he? he doesn't care about anything else other than you and your recovery right now and-

oh.

you matter... more than him... to him...?

...ya broke him.

when you're asleep, he watches you silently for a change, caressing your cheek delicately with soft eyes focused on your relaxed features.

he gets a strange feeling in his chest - and not like the ones he gets from excitement over his quick hookups - no, no, this one is a foreign feeling. it's, dare he say, euphoric.

BEELZEBUB

just like lucifer, he feels guilty.

he already lost lilith. he can't lose you too.

he probably needs more reassuring that you're going to be okay than you do, honestly.

he plops down onto the couch in your room and intensely stares at your sleeping form as he stress eats.

on a funnier note, he has the nurses doing laps around the hospital bringing him food and he says "it's for mc" to them, but we all know who it's really for.

he's the softest he's ever been with you.

you thought he was a teddy bear before? he's practically made of stuffing by now.

when you're sad, he wants to reassure you, but you look so sickly and frail that he holds you like your glass.

please reassure this behemoth of a man that you're going to be okay, he really loves you and wouldn't forgive himself if he made things worse.

most definitely takes you out to a restaurant to treat you once you've fully recovered.

BELPHEGOR

he already beats himself up over the attic thing, so if anyone had hurt you enough to put you into the hospital, his anger would probably rival the avatar of wrath and they'd go missing.

squeezes himself onto your bed to cuddle you while being mindful of your iv.

if that doesn't work, well, then he just drapes himself over your legs. he's gonna find a way to be with you, and you can't stop him (y'know, unless you flat out tell him or look like you're uncomfortable).

if all else fails, he settles for mushing his cheek against one arm propped against your bedside as his other hand is occupied holding yours.

he's pretty much like one of those therapy cats LMAO

lots n lots of sleepy cuddling. after all, rest is essential for your recovery, right?

when you two can't sleep, you have movie nights bingewatching the worst rated movies and shows in the devildom and the two of you go cinema sins on them.

v clingy after you get discharged and holds you noticeably tighter to his chest.

"stop doing stupid things that could kill you, you idiot."

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summary; after their first hookup, jungkook isn’t so sure whether you’re serious about being exclusive. after all, people say things during sex. jungkook takes it in his own hands to figure out where you stand, and he realizes soon enough that eavesdropping is a bad habit pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, crack, insecure!jk, unresolved sexual tension, stressed!mc, this is really just unnecessary drama bc drama is fun™, sexting, dom kook’s still a meanie in control, posession kink, cock slapping, a blowjob, cockwarming, unprotected, creampie, squirting, (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) and of course the excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 6.1k a/n; haaaaaa three months later im finally posting pt 2! i figured that no matter how many times i edit/reread at this point i think it’s time to finally let this beast go!!! enjoyyy click here for part 1: remote learning drabbles; 01

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It’s been a week since the thing.

The remote-controlled vibrator thing.

The whole sappy-love-confesion-during-sex thing.

Jungkook is antsy, tail tucked in, perpetually wondering whether he went too far. You seemed to like it, and Jungkook definitely loved it. It was spicy and dirty and hot, and at the same time Jungkook thought he really made progress in expressing his feelings for you. Not only that, you said you liked him back!

At least, he thought you did.

“I really said I’d feed her lasagna and cum in the same sentence,” Jungkook bemoans into his pillow, which still lingers faintly of your Redken shampoo. “I’m disgusting. She thinks I’m disgusting.”

People say things during sex, Jungkook knows that. In the throes of passion and pleasure, people will say anything that comes to their mind, anything that fits the mood. Of course, you’d be tied in and say you like him back. But did you like him back as a friend? As a fuckbuddy? As something more?

“Fucking text her,” Taehyung is tired of Jungkook’s wallowing, everytime he checks in on the app developer he’s brooding in one of three places. Today’s his bedroom. Taehyung dips under the blankets, and steals Jungkook’s pillow right under his nose.

Jungkook suppresses a whimper, face melding into the blankets. Now that pillow is going to smell like Taehyung.

“Text her what,” Jungkook replies despondently.

“I don’t know, something along the lines of ‘I wanna follow through with my proposition of feeding you my cum and lasagna—not simultaneously. Wanna go on a date this weekend?’ It’s that simple,” Taehyung gets up in Jungkook’s face, dark eyes forcing him to bore right in. “Want me to do it for you?”

“Noo, I’m an adult I can—”

“I did it for you.”

Jungkook nearly knocks into Taehyung’s hard head, sitting up straight when he notices his phone behind his roommate’s back. This is what he gets for sharing passwords. Thankfully, the message is cleaner than Taehyung’s words, and you’ve already replied.

[1:23] Jungkook: would you like to go out for dinner this weekend? pasta and wine?

[1:25] You: it’s a busy week this week 🥺 raincheck?

“Was the sex that bad?” Taehyung frowns, reading the message twice.

“N-no,” Jungkook is sweating. He isn’t sure anymore.

Taehyung hands Jungkook back his phone, slowly, as if you’ll reply back with a change of your mind. Jungkook is a deflated balloon on his bed, feeling like a bum in his ratty sweater and a dateless weekend.

“It’s just that,” Taehyung puts a hand on his lip, mulling, “busy people don’t reply that fast. Like even if she wasn’t busy, there’s a fifteen-minute leeway before replying.”

This silly rule overrides Jungkook’s mind for the rest of the week.

The gyms have been reopened for months, and Jungkook’s trainer misses him dearly. Jungkook meets with Saeroyi in the morning, eager to get a few jabs in with some fresh equipment. He tries to move on, distract himself with a couple of pumps and a match with Saeroyi. It feels great to sweat it off, but it doesn’t help sway Jungkook’s incessant thoughts.

The ball is in your court now, Jungkook has nothing to do but wait. Some people are just bad texters, maybe you just happened to have your phone near you when Taehyung sent the message. Maybe you just wanted to cut Jungkook off as quickly as possible so you decided to reply fast and rip the band-aid.

No, you’re definitely not that cold-hearted.

Re-entering his apartment complex, his eyes linger towards where your room lies on the first floor. It’s all the way at the end of the hallway, and he’s tempted to just confront you and make sure that what you and him really had is indeed, over. Conversely, you could just really be having a bad week and you genuinely do want a raincheck.

Jungkook’s eyes trail to his form. Still in his gym clothes, and a little sweaty from the travel time. If he gets caught, he can just tell you he’s doing a cooldown by running across the hallways. Not the first time it’s happened, afterall it led him to you at one point.

He breaks into a soft jog, making a beeline to your front door. His feet squish against your old welcome mat. You haven’t changed it since Halloween, and he smiles fondly at the black scripted “Boo Y’all” written in script next to a chibi-ghost.

His heart beats faster as his hand lingers by the door, ready to knock. Deep breaths. Who knows, he could just be overthinking (like usual.)

“Fuck, Hobi!”

Jungkook freezes, his knuckles a centimeter away from your door. He backs up as if he’s been burned. His heart has fallen all the way down to his ass, and intends to stay there because now he feels like a damn fool.

The bed is creaking relentlessly, a rhythmic pattern that has Jungkook’s face crumbling at every spring. Jungkook’s face hovers over the door, his ear brushing against the wood.

“C’mon, bunny,” the male voice is teasing, “you know you love having me over. It would satisfy both of us if you’d just let it go.”

Bunny. A cute pet name, for sure. The way it rolls off the stranger’s tongue is natural, as if he’s been saying it for years. But what about being his doll, is that not good enough?

You’re huffy, taking deep breaths. He doesn’t want to hear anymore. Jungkook has put himself through enough self-wallowing for the week. What if he was just a stepping stone to meeting new people that will satisfy you better? What if you just needed one good orgasm to get your flow back, and Jungkook’s job is done? Sure, there were no strings attached when he proposed to have sex with you, but he thought…

No more thinking. Jungkook jogs away from the door, even going so far is to jog all the way up to the penthouse.

He hates this.

You hate this.

It’s been five days since Hoseok’s arrival, and you are going bonkers. Why couldn’t he get a hotel or an AirBnB? Because he’s cheap as fuck, that’s why. Your dinky cousin has been clinging to you like a lonely koala, and while you found it cute in the 5th grade, it doesn’t translate well nearly two decades later.

Every morning is the same. You make a subpar toast and Nutella breakfast, letting Hoseok’s slices go cold as you log in for work. You’ve been clocking in earlier in the hopes to finish the majority of your tasks before Hoseok wakes up, because by then you can barely function. Once he wakes up, he’s relentless, bouncing on the bed and talking your head off while you try to concentrate on whatever your boss is telling you. Whenever he jumps too hard, your cheap mattress causes your laptop to fly, and the only thing you can do is curse him out. Sometimes he plays Disney movies and sings in tandem, choreography and all.

You know that Hoseok is stressed and this is his outlet, and you don’t have it in you to stop his incessant habits. He’s visiting your area because of a lucrative job offer nearby and the interviews are sporadic, making Hoseok linger in your apartment for hours at a time until he’s summoned for whatever test they want to throw at him.

Most of the interviews are in the evening, and it’s when you can clock back in and finish your leftover assignments while Hoseok is also working. By the time he returns, you’re dog tired and so is he.

Every night, you try to move away from Hoseok’s clingy self, as he grapples onto your waist and slings a thigh over your belly. You wish it were someone else sharing the bed with you.

If you bring Jungkook into the picture however, you’d be burnt for the week. Complete crumbs. It would be too much stimulation for you, having to balance work, Hoseok’s incessant attitude, and putting on a face for Jungkook. Your relationship with the penthouse neighbor is barely budding, hardly watered considering Hoseok’s sudden visit. You cling to the fact that in a couple days you would be giving your undivided attention to Jungkook, most of your priorities out of the way, and most importantly, you’ll have your own room back.

Maybe you could surprise him by giving him a pasta dinner, just like he proposed.

Unable to get the thought out of your head, you blindly reach for your phone on the nightstand. It’s late, very late for a workday. The blue screen burns your eyes a bit, but you're determined to at least check up on Jungkook. You can’t take too long, otherwise you won’t be able to sleep and get him out of your head. Dear, unassuming cousin Hoseok is fast asleep next to you, due to the fact it’s nearly midnight. Making sure not to disrupt him, you carefully cup your phone in your hands, putting it on the lowest light setting.

[11:54] You: hey, hope work hasnt been as draining for u as it’s been for me ☠️ what’s your opinion on pasta sauces, red or white?

Jungkook is normally a fast texter, at least from your experience. It’s you that’s the sporadic texter, sometimes taking hours to reply, other times in seconds. It never really mattered until now, however. But it takes five, ten, and finally fifteen minutes before you get a response.

[12:09] Jungkook: ???

You frown, wondering what you said wrong.

[12:10] You: do you not wanna do pasta anymore? Are you craving something else now?

[12:10] Jungkook: i don’t think it’d work out

[12:10] You: why?

[12:11] Jungkook: im sure you know why, bunny.

Strange. He’s never called you bunny before, and in your opinion you think he’d be the bunny in the relationship—soft and cuddly on the outside, and an absolute horn ball in bed. Is this some sort of weird power play? Is he being passive aggressive on purpose? Whatever this game is, you’re not into it. Grumbling under your breath, you snake out of bed, looking blindly for your slippers in the dark. You’ll be in and out of Jungkook’s apartment in ten minutes.

Just as your hand brushes the doorknob, your new roommate calls for you.

“Bunny?” Hoseok calls blearily, and you’re staring straight at his cookie-printed eye mask, “what time is it, where are you going?”

“Um, out,” you reply shortly, “I forgot I left my laundry in the dryer.”

“Oh, m’kay. Come back soon, y’know I can’t sleep alone.”

It’s then you realize. Bunny. Jungkook thinks that Hoseok and you are a thing. He really needs to stop eavesdropping on you.

You feel your pussy frown. Your cousin is such a cockblock and he doesn’t even know it. Without an answer, you slip through your door and into the first free elevator. As you zing up the floors with the magical 1234 code, you work and rework your hair in and out of its style, wondering if you’ll look more presentable with your hair messy or thrown back.

As soon as you reach the penthouse, you burst into action. “Jungkook!” you cry, pounding the front door, “it’s a misunderstanding, open up!”

The door immediately swings open after the first three knocks, and you punch Taehyung in the chest.

“You look awful,” Kim Taehyung drawls. Taehyung is wearing nothing but a cranberry red silk kimono, and you have to avert your eyes and focus on his face, which is even worse because he’s looking at you like an all-knowing psychic.

“Gee, thanks,” you try to move past him, but he’s blocking the door.

“Jungkook’s in a meeting with some foriegn developers,” Taehyung talks with his hands, pretending like he has any idea of the nature of his roommate’s job, “when it’s this late he doesn’t leave his office until morning. Door’s locked.”

“Well then, can you relay a message?”

“Depends, is this message going to hurt him further?”

Oh my goodness, when Taehyung wants to be he is such an enabler. “Tell Jungkook he’s done wallowing. Instead of jumping to conclusions, maybe he should’ve just asked me why we couldn’t go on a date this week.”

“You could’ve also just told him you have a man on the side.”

“Ohmygod you two are two iotas of a combined braincell!” you shove your hands in your pocket, hotly scrolling through your phone so you can shove a picture in his face. “This is Jung Hoseok, my cousin who derailed my plans this week by crashing in my too-tiny apartment and forced me to raincheck with Jungkook. He’s a blabbermouth and would tell everyone—my parents, my grandparents, my great-aunts—about Jungkook if he found out I was dating, and I’m not ready for that,” you zoom in on the picture, despite the fact that the screen is practically touching Taehyung’s nose, “and the reason Hoseok calls me bunny is not sexual—you two are fucking gross—I had front tooth problems in elementary school and I had a brace on my two big teeth, it was not pretty.”

“Ah, bunny.” Taehyung echoes with wide eyes, looking at you as if you’re now the one with sage wisdom, “it all makes sense now.” He gulps, taking in the old photo of a mini-Hoseok and you, yourself frowning to cover your huge braces and Hoseok trying to pull your gums apart with his greasy little fingers.

Satisfied by Taehyung’s evident squirming, you decide you’re too tired to further this interaction. “Tell the other half of your cell for me, will ya?” You’re already turning away, pressing repeatedly at the elevator button, “I would love to go on a date with him as soon as he gets his head out of his ass.”

Jungkook is tired, but not tired enough to murder Taehyung and make it look like an accident.

When he has late meetings, Taehyung is usually quieter around the apartment, and even gets Jungkook a hot meal once he wakes up in the afternoons. Today, Jungkook slept through and through. Normally he’d wake up midway to Taehyung’s television dramas, or the clanging of last night’s dishes but nope, not a peep.

And today’s hot meal is takeout from Jungkook’s favorite ramen restaurant. That only means one thing—something has gone to shit and Taehyung feels guilty.

Jungkook sips his tonkotsu impossibly slow, hearing Taehyung’s words—your words from last night—clear as day. Taehyung even describes in detail where the nickname bunny comes from, down to how miserable you looked in the photo with your monstrously metal-bent teeth. Oh, how he wishes he can swaddle you between the blankets, hold you and comfort you while you deal with your family.

[2:45] Jungkook: doll, im so sorry

[2:45] Jungkook: please, i booked us a weekend at that new spa that just opened downtown. The tickets are flex, so if your cousin doesn’t leave by then week we can always reschedule

[2:51] Jungkook: baby doll…

This is far worse than believing you didn’t like him. Now Jungkook is antsy, knowing you deserve all the space in the world because of how silly he was being. You owe him nothing. If he just waited it out until you were ready, he wouldn’t be in this mess. He’s potato-esque throughout the day, thankfully Taehyung gives him space as he watches hours of mindless television.

You don’t reply until very late into the night.

[10:10] You: IM ALIVE--barely!! And mr. jeon, you’re not only a triple texter, but an ellipsis texter???? You’re asking for trouble

Jungkook has no shame, immediately texting you back. He can’t help it, he’s smitten.

[10:12] Jungkook: taehyung explained everything. It’s all his fault. Don’t ask why, it’s his fault. Im so sorry.

[10:12] You: mm, it’s okay. Just a misunderstanding. I was pretty upset last night, but i’ve been pretty tired this week so my fuse is short.

[10:14] Jungkook: you should go to sleep now, doll. We’ll have time together after your cousin leaves

[10:14] You: just a couple more minutes. Miss u and your cute face

[10:16] Jungkook:

[10:16] Jungkook: will this hold u off until saturday?

Jungkook is a pile of goo. Pink, warm, happy heart-glittered goo. It takes a minute for you to reply, and for that whole minute Jungkook is kicking his legs under the sheets of his bed like an eager five-year old who just gave his crush his Valentine. Maybe it’s taking you so long to reply because you’re trying to send a selfie of your own, running off to the bathroom to take a cute selfie if your cousin is asleep in bed.

[10:19] You: fuck, i kno that’s supposed to be a cute selfie, but i want you so bad. I want to sit on your face, let your lips glisten with my pussy as i cum all over that pretty face

[10:19] You: i wanna touch myself so badly but fuckin’ hoseok is out here snoring like he’s gon hack a lung. Panties are so wet 🥺🥺 your doll is needy for you, wanna be played with

[10:20] Jungkook: lfjsdl;fkjs;fjsoisfoisljsdfsdklfjsdklf

He throws his phone across the bed, feeling himself twitch in his red flannel pyjama bottoms. The thought of you so hot and needy when you’re ten floors down has Jungkook absolutely livid. He doesn’t know how he’s going to talk to you, comfort you without missing you like crazy.

Jungkook thinks back to what he has in his fridge. His contractor sent him a cheese assortment, maybe he can bring it down pretending to be a friendly neighbor. Maybe Hoseok can go to the convenience store to conveniently grab a bottle of wine. He can make both of you cum in five minutes, flat.

Akin to a dumb, horny teenager, he sighs. He rubs his palm longingly over his member. He’s horny, but he’s also eager to see your face. Talk to you, get reacquainted with your routine and sneak his way into it. He wants to be a part of your life, and he’s hoping you will too.

[5:02] You: Jungkook, you left me hanging last night

[5:05] Jungkook: baby doll… i wouldnt have been able to handle myself if we continued

[5:06] You: so you decided to dip :(

[5:06] You: could u play with your doll a lil bit, kook? Hobi left for another interview

[5:08] You: PNG.0901

Jungkook was a fool to believe that you would drop him like that. No, Jungkook can see now that you two are a match made in heaven. You have a bite, never afraid to speak your mind when needed. This translates to a hunger you shamelessly share with Jungkook, both sexual and romantically intimate. He almost wishes he could’ve seen you act like a bitch to Taehyung last night, he can only imagine how sexy you looked telling him off.

He has the technology to blow up your picture, the one that’s currently having him close his laptop and shove it to the side. He spreads his legs further across his glass desk, trying to find comfort between his tight pants as he absorbs every bit of your skin.

It’s nothing too risque, but it’s nothing short of sensual. The room is dark, but it’s very clearly a picture of your hand between your thighs. Again, you’re between your wall and bed, squished between your office chair with your legs spread as far as they can go. Your skin is so soft looking, plush as you press two fingers between your damp panties. Adorable.

[5:12] Jungkook: you know why i never replied last night? Because i was too busy jacking off to your dirty words doll. U really need your mouth washed

[5:12] You: wanna wash it with something else🍆

[5:12] You: please kook, i need something. Hoseok will come home soon and i might rip his head off. Help prevent a murder

Jungkook chuckles, clutching his phone closer to his body. He loves how much you’re opening up to him. Last week feels like so long ago, how you were all flushed and wide-eyed at the proposition of sex. He thinks you two can have a lot of fun getting to know each other, both emotionally and physically.

[5:15] Jungkook: i was gonna wait until i sent this, but i think my doll needs it. Here’s what i was doing last night

[5:17] Jungkook: MP4.13

He… has a meeting in five minutes. A very important, very serious meeting. Jungkook jacked off enough last night, now it’s your turn. He hopes you like it. It’s not a very long video, barely a twenty-second clip of him fisting his cock. Taehyung was still home at the time, so he had to keep quiet. However, he couldn’t get the image of you out of his head that night, rubbing your thighs together in a cramped mattress as you try to erase the dirty thoughts of him. A murmur of your name, and the image of his precum dripping down his knuckles. You hope it’s enough.

[5:34] You: u make everything so much easier💜✨

[5:35] You: MP4.234

Two minutes. The video you send is even shorter than his, barely fifteen seconds. You’re in a much more comfortable position, horizontal on the bed. Your shirt is ridden up to the underside of your breasts, one hand clutching your bare breast so hard he can see your cotton plush skin bulging between your fingers. The other hand has your panties shifted to the side, three fingers in your sopping cunt.

“Mmh—fuck, f-uck Jungkook—” the words are mere breaths, puffs of air as you reach your orgasm.

His call connects. He nearly drops his phone on the glass.

“Jungkook!” Andreas from Germany wishes him brightly, “you look great, glowing even!”

Jungkook blushes, and mutters something about having to go to the bathroom before they start.

Taehyung makes himself scarce on Saturday. He packs a duffel bag for himself and takes the PlayStation, knowing it’ll be a long weekend at Jimin’s.

Jungkook is on livewire for the morning. He even express-delivers a pasta roller to his house, and he spends all morning testing out the perfect pasta dough. His black apron is covered in flour, and he can barely comprehend the tutorial that’s teaching him on his flatscreen.

He’s on autopilot. He hasn’t contacted you since he sent that selfie, and he doesn’t intend to. Jungkook understands why you made yourself scarce in the beginning of the week, preferring to raincheck and pin your relationship for a better time. Jungkook’s brain is overridden with you, swollen with thoughts of you. You would never be able to focus if you kept in contact like you did last night, especially if you can’t get away from Hoseok.

Absence surely makes the heart grow fonder.

Slapping his hands against his trousers, he surveys his handiwork. His pasta is appropriately floured and wrung, each handful of fresh dough wrapped in little nests. Off the stove is a bechamel sauce, a base ready to be cooked in whatever kind of pasta dish you want. He thinks the two of you would have fun making your own non-traditional pasta dishes.

The soft knocks on his front door interrupts his train of thought, and he knows it’s you.

You stand in front of the door, impossibly small in a large shirt and a plain pair of leggings. At the sight of Jungkook, a smile as warm and sweet as hot chocolate worms its way to your face, and you collapse into his arms.

He sighs gratefully, sinking into your small body. When he pulls away, he can’t help but frown at your apparent exhaustion. You must’ve come back from something tedious, because sweat dots your brow and your eyes are still puffy and dark. Your chest arches bonelessly into his, hoping to melt in his embrace.

“Hi,” you say.

“Hey,” he replies.

“It’s Saturday.”

“It is Saturday.”

You rub your nose between the fabric of his button down, “I should’ve been more specific when I wanted to raincheck on you,” you murmur into the white cotton.

“No, I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions,” Jungkook whispers, even though you’re the only two people on the floor, “I’ll make it better, yeah? I’m going to love you so good tonight, won’t have to lift a finger—”

You shake your head, looking at him calmly. “Jungkook, it’s been a long week. Hobi got the job, I spent all this morning moving his two-ton speaker set into his new apartment. I don’t want anything gentle. I want you to rail me into next week,” Jungkook chokes on his saliva when you reach to cup his dick through his pants, already sporting a chub, “fuck me breathless. I want—no, I need this.”

Anything for you, but Jungkook isn’t going to let your mouth runneth over that easily. He wants that too, obviously. But again, you’ve made him wait.

Bending slightly, Jungkook whispers darkly into your ear, “Who said you can decide the rules here, doll?” he’s been waiting all week to slip back into this persona, one that has you shivering delightfully under his touch. A small, secret smile tucks itself under your lips as you tilt your head down, but Jungkook catches it. It shows you’ve missed it too. He lets your sneaky smile slide for now, only because he’s missed you so much and you’ve had a long day.

“If I wanna fuck you rough, I’ll fuck you rough. If I want to edge you until you're sobbing on the corner of the kitchen table, I’ll do it,” Jungkook spits every declaration into your skin, biting at your shoulder so hard you cry deliciously.

He drags you over to the living room, and he could sing at how easily you follow directions. Both of you have been tied up this week, and some hard sex would definitely ease that frustration, “Knees,” Jungkook commands, and you waste no time sinking to the floor, hands atop your knees.

You look up through your lashes, eyes big and glassy. His poor girl is tired, and he finds it all the more attractive that you’re willing to push that aside to make eachother feel good.

“Pretty, pretty,” he chants, pulling down his pants and letting his dick spring free, “suck.”

You waste no time, and he watches as your eyes dilate over the expanse of his cock, half-hard and ready for your mouth. Your nails dig into your knees as you start with featherlight kisses, finally turning into sloppy smacks as you lick all over his dick.

Jungkook groans, weaving a hand into your hair to force his dick down your throat. You gag at the sudden intrusion, but it doesn’t stop you from taking it like a champ. Hard, deep thrusts that he’s sure you can feel all the way in your stomach. You gag at each thrust, but don’t let up as your hot tongue wraps him up and licks at the pre-cum.

“Fuuuuck, doll,” he rips you away, his now hard dick springing away. He’s a little shaky on his knees, but he plants his feet down as he grips his cock, slapping the tip of it across your cheek. It smears your face, glossing your flushed cheeks in a mixture of your saliva and pre-cum. “Are you trying to make me cum first? So sweet, you don’t even care if you cum tonight, hmm? You owe me, making you believe you had another man.”

This isn’t true, of course. The both of you know it was just miscommunication, but it doesn’t hurt to play it up for pleasure.

“N-no Kook, I’m yours,” you grapple at his pants, pulling them down so he can get them off completely.

“Right. You’re. Mine.” With every punctuated word is a light slap to your cheek, and you take it. His cock bounces right off of you, until you finally move your head to suckle at the engorged tip, “I’m keeping you forever, doll. Don’t you know that?”

Throughout this whole process, you don’t move, other than the minute clawing at your knees. You’re so good to him. Jungkook pulls away and ignores the ache in his member for now, taking off your clothes for himself. It’s like unwrapping a gift, revealing every bit of skin reserved for his viewing. “So sexy,” he remarks once he’s got you bare, pulling you onto the couch. He’s still in his button down shirt, his date night shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow. However, he lets your hands inch under the stiff fabric, feeling for his taut muscle.

He guides your aching cunt to his cock, sinking you down. It’s a tight fit, and you both moan at the brush of contact. Despite not being prepped, you’re still slick, and it makes up for it. He doesn’t thrust up or anything, just guides his lips to yours with a threadbare brush of his finger.

“Kook, d-do you want me to move?” you mumble against his cherry-flavored lip balm.

“Good dolls don’t move until they’re told,” your eyes widen innocently at the statement, and you crumple against his mouth, at his next words, “cum like this.”

“Awh shit, please no,” you tear up, burying your head between the crook of his neck, “I can’t wait.”

“Thought you wanted me to fuck you into next week. You can’t do this one little favor for me?” he’s being so mean, and you hate him for it. Haven’t you earned it? “C’mon baby, I thought you wanted me?”

It’s silent, save for the soft Italian restaurant music playing from whatever tutorial he’s hooked up to his television. It’s terribly cliche, like you’re in the porno version of a European romance movie. He thinks nothing of it, not when your juices are dripping on his thighs, your skin soft and pliant in his grip. Jungkook drums his fingers against your spine, seemingly uncaring that you’re stuffed deep into your womb.

On the other hand, it’s the only thing you’re acutely aware of. His thick, warm cock is nestled between your folds, right where it should be. You clench once, twice, thankful that this isn’t some crazed wet dream. States of sleep and consciousness have blurred this week, you’re lucky that you made it all the way up to Jungkook’s apartment.

You can’t cum like this. You need to bait him. You moan, the sound slow and rumbly against your throat as you weave your fingers through his dark tresses. Moving the strands aside to kiss his cold metal earrings you murmur, “I love this, Kookoo. I’ve wanted you all week, I was going crazy. I kept playing last week in my head over and over. I even put in my little vibrator, hoping you’d pull up the app.”

Jungkook’s teeth clench, and his grip is borderline painful as it digs into your hips.

“I haven’t been able to cum all week, and I want to do it all over you,” you husk, playing with the roots of his hair.

You can feel yourself dripping, wetness lubricating you even further and probably staining his thighs and couch with your arousal. Every second that passes is killer, and the fluttering towards your pussy tighten further as Jungkook’s cock twitches in response. Your pussy continues its ministrations, butterfly-like flaps against his hot member that have you vibrating.

“Mm, oh, I’ll cum for you,” and surprisingly, you might be able to. All this dirty talking has gotten you riled up. Just a little bit more and—

Jungkook shoves you off his cock, forcing you to land on the couch.

“No!” you cry, wiping your face. Your cheeks are ruddied, and you’re annoyed. The coolness of the autumn air has you feeling chilly, and you want to scream at Jungkook for disrupting your orgasm. You feel empty.

You’re not annoyed for long however, as Jungkook flips you on your back and gives you what you’ve been craving.

“You glide right in, don’t ya doll,” the friction is deliciously blazing, his hands pushing you further into the large couch as he takes you from behind. Hot, fast smacks against your ass come from the way his balls bounce back and forth as he pistons his cock in and out. “F-fuck, you’re so good to me. So good, I love having you like this. All pretty and dripping, you really know how to make a guy wait, huh?”

“Mmph! N-no—hng, but I’m y-yours, Kook,” you garble out, and you’re practically eating the throw pillow you’re propped up on as he slams you further into the cushions, so hard you may fall off, “all yours, honey. N-no more waiting. I want you, want you so badly—ah fuck!”

“It’s worth it, you’re worth it,” he says over and over, his thrusts becoming sporadic and losing their rhythm once he feels you clenching uncontrollably. He presses his two fingers to your sloppy bud, swirling around the juices eagerly. “C-cum, baby doll. You deserve it, yeah? Cum on this cock, let go.”

You’re starting to see spots, black and white alike. Finally shying away from his cock you rest on your back, but Jungkook doesn’t stop his fingers from flying across your clit. One look at his face and you’re gone. Pretty brown eyes, overflowing with affection. The feeling is different, and it’s the acute pressure between your stomach and pussy that makes you notice what’s going on with your body. The pressure finally releases, your eyes fluttering shut as you rest your cheek on the cushions. You dissolve, a mess on the couch as white hot liquid ejects from your body, spraying Jungkook’s thighs and cushions.

“Y-you just,” your lover’s mouth is parted open like a baby kitten, uncaring as to how the dark liquid stains his couch fabric.

“Squirted?” you answer breathlessly, a melty smile on your lips, “y-yeah.”

It sets him off, a button left dormant until now. The thatches of hair that surround his cock are dripping with your mess, a cold reminder that he got you to this high. He doesn’t hesitate to slip his cock back into you, and you gasp at the overstimulation. You try not to focus on how your body is a bundle of lit nerves, only to help Jungkook reach his completion.

“S-so perfect,” he warbles, pressing kisses to your jaw, chin, lips. Each thrust is deep, thick and heady with emotion. “Mm, I wanna cream this pussy sooo badly—mm, all mine, all wet and warm and so so sweet—”

He cries out your name, biting into your shoulder as your walls fill further with his hot cream. Your thighs are shaking from sensory overload, and Jungkook has to hold you down and soothe you into a state of reality to cling on.

Satiated, he nuzzles into your chest, feeling absolutely featherlight.

“T-thank you,” you say gratefully, when at least three out of your five senses return to your body. Your hands dip down to clutch his cheek, pinching lightly at the warm skin.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Jungkook exhales into your breasts, “d-didn’t even feed you my cum yet.”

You scoff, pinching his cheek again. You’re aware of his softening cock between your folds, ready to seep the efforts of today’s coupling, but your stomach says otherwise. You crane your neck to make note of the kitchen island, staring curiously at the metal pasta roller and the little nests of carby goodness that decorate the cutting board.

“Feed me pasta first, please. You have all night to feed me dessert.”

Jungkook giggles into your stomach, he doesn’t mind feeding you in that order.

bonus.

“So.”

“So?” you have cream sauce on your lips, happily slurping on an angel hair.

“You haven’t told me you liked me back yet,” Jungkook rests his palm in the swell of his cheek, content with watching you eat from where he’s standing on the counter. He leans his upper body across the marble table, muscles rippling against his white shirt.

“Oh, I did!” you’re affronted, swinging your legs on the high chair, “I totally did last week!”

“Yeah, well. Can you say it while I’m not inside you?”

“Okay,” you blink, quirking him with a simple smile, “I like you.”

“That was anticlimactic,” Jungkook jokes at the brevity of your confession, yet his heart betrays the charm he finds in the three words.

You scoff, jabbing your fork in the little next of springy noodles. “What do you want to hear? I’ve wanted you since I’ve moved in? I think you’re really handsome when you pace the hallway doing work on your phone? I like the way you cook?”

“Keep going,” Jungkook sing songs, walking over to hug you from behind.

The stool swings back and forth as he rocks the two of you, softly and slowly so you don’t throw up your dinner. He noses into your neck, inhaling your scent and committing it to your memory.

“Mm, dessert first,” you insist, twirling around the stool so you can wrap your legs around his waist. “And then I can tell you exactly how much I like you,” your fingers play with the buttons of his shirt, walking the pads of your fingers across his chest.

Jungkook grins, hands reaching to cup your bottom and bring you to his bedroom. Of course, he’s always willing to satisfy your insatiable appetite.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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the best interview ever ~ pete davidson

word count: 1745

request?: yes!

“I’d love for you to write something about Pete Davidson flirting with a journalism student who’s interviewing him and her just being all shy and stuff, just fluff!”

description: in which he finds the shy journalism student interviewing him extremely adorable

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

From the moment you walked in the room, Pete’s eyes were glued to you. You noticed him look you up and down when you walked in first and tried to hide your face so he wouldn’t see that you were blushing.

“Well hello,” he said. “Are you my interviewer?”

“I am! My name is (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you (Y/N).”

You sat across from him, hoping it wasn’t as obvious that you were shaking as it felt. “It’s nice to meet you, too. I feel like I should warn you that this is my first solo interview, so I’m sorry if it’s super awkward.”

“Are you telling me that I’m popping your interviewing cherry?” Pete asked.

You chuckled and nodded. “I’m actually still a journalism student. I’ve shadowed some interviews, but this is my first actual interview.”

“That’s awesome!”

You smiled as Pete raised a hand to you. You high fived him and felt any stress or nervousness you had slowly start to melt away.

Pete’s chill demeanor felt so much different than any of the interviews you had shadowed. Although, it wasn’t hard to be more chill than CEOs and local politicians, which were the only people you had encountered so far. Pete was the first actual celebrity you had met, which made you extra nervous, but so far he was doing a good job at easing your nerves.

Since this was your first solo interview, you had done a lot of research on Pete and his new movie to make sure you didn’t embarrass yourself. You had two and a half pages in your notebook filled with questions to ask as well as little facts you felt like you should know. You hadn’t even done this much research for school projects, which was hot you knew you were serious about this.

Pete’s eyes glanced at your notebook as you opened it, a small smile crossing his face. “Damn, you’re already more prepared than most people who have interviewed me before.”

“Good,” you blurted before you could stop yourself. Pete gave you an amused look as you tried to stutter out a better response. “I-I Mean, personally, I hate watching interviews where the interviewer obviously hasn’t done their research, s-so I can’t imagine being interviewed by someone like-like that.”

“No, I respect it. I appreciate that.”

With that awkward encounter out of the way, you were able to actually start the interview.

It started off really well. You asked Pete about his new movie and any upcoming projects he had in the works. He told you about his work on SNL and his hope to film another stand up special soon. He was absolutely radiating happiness as he talked about his work, which made you extremely happy as well.

As the questions moved to be more personal, you came to learn more about Pete on a personal level. It went from feeling like an interviewer and their interviewee to feeling like two people who just met and who were getting to know one another.

You felt like you had gotten a hang of the interviewing thing, until Pete asked something that threw you off your groove. “So when do you ask me about my dating life?”

You had been looking down at your notebook when he asked, so your head snapped up so quickly that you almost made yourself dizzy, and your eyes were so wide that they were actually hurting a little. Pete laughed at the face you were making, and you could feel the embarrassment and nerves starting to come back.

“I-I...I wasn’t...” you stuttered, trying to figure out something to say. You never had any intentions of asking Pete about his dating life. It wasn’t relevant to the interview, so you weren’t going to bring it up.

“Damn, you’re really the best interviewer I’ve ever had,” Pete commented. “Most people go straight for the jugular on relationship questions. I’m still asked about an engagement that ended nearly two years ago. I respect that you had no intentions on bringing it up.”

You were so thrown off by the earlier question that even Pete’s reassurance that he was okay with you not asking wasn’t enough to get you back on track. You looked down at your notebook again, trying to remember what you had asked last but your mind felt empty. You were running out of time, you didn’t want to mess this up now.

Pete leaned forward and took your hands in his. You looked up at him and felt your breath catch in your throat upon realizing how close he was.

“Hey, I’m sorry I brought it up like that,” he said. “I really was just joking around. We were having fun and talking, I’m just used to that going south by being asked about my dating life because...well, you know who I was engaged to. I didn’t mean to startle you with the question.”

His voice was soft and it felt like you were seeing a completely different side of Pete, one you hadn’t even seen in movies or on SNL. Like it was a side of him he reserved for people closest to him, people that he cared about. You were shocked but also grateful that he felt like he could show you this side.

“I am single, by the way,” he added. “Just something I want you, personally, to know.”

He winked before he let go of your hands and sat back in his seat. Now you felt even more flustered, but for a different reason.

The rest of the interview went off without a hitch, and before you knew it, you were thanking Pete for his time and turning off your recording device. The crew came to take the microphone off the both of you.

“You’re my last interview of the day,” Pete said as the two of you stood from your seats. “I’m glad I got to end it on such a good note.”

You couldn’t help the smile that broke out across your face. “I’m glad I got to be such a positive ending.”

“Are you parked downstairs?” You nodded, a bit confused by his question. “Mind if I walk you down? I gotta wait for my ride back to the hotel anyways, might as well spend that time with someone.”

At a loss for words, you just nodded.

The two of you walked together to the elevator that would bring you down to the parking garage you had parked your car in. The crew was still busy taking down the equipment in the room, so just the two of you stepped into the elevator.

“You’re really good for someone who’s just a student,” Pete said as the doors closed. “You’re more professional than most interviewers I’ve had.”

“I don’t want to be like every other tabloid journalist that just wants the latest scoop,” you responded. “I know that gossip and drama sells, but I wanna be one of those journalists that gets to show the real side of celebrities, not just the bullshit you see in magazines or on websites.”

“You’re one of very few, (Y/N), I’ll give you that.”

You couldn’t help but smile as Pete said your name. It just felt right hearing it come from his lips. You wondered if you could make him say it again.

“I really am sorry for throwing you off with that relationship jab,” Pete continued. “I meant for it to be lighthearted, like a joke, but I realized after I said it that it did come out pretty harsh.”

“It wasn’t harsh,” you shrugged. “I was just a bit shocked. I hadn’t planned on asking you anything that would make you uncomfortable, so I hadn’t even entertained the idea of asking you relationship questions.”

“I appreciate that. I’m not a super private guy, but it gets hard to be in the public eye with a relationship when I’m just trying to move on and people bring up my past ones, or what they believe to be past ones.”

Before you could respond, the doors to the elevator opened. The two of you stepped out and walked through the nearly empty parking garage before arriving to your car. You paused and turned back to Pete. You didn’t want to go just yet. You had enjoyed getting to spend time with him, even if it were likely he just saw you as yet another interviewer and nothing more.

“Thanks for walking me to my car,” you said, lamely. You mentally kicked yourself for not saying something that actually warranted a response.

“No problem. Gotta make sure no one kidnaps you.”

You smiled at the joke. You toyed with the keys in your hand, trying to put off getting in the car as much as you could. Pete was hesitant to walk away as well, which gave you a little bit of hope as to where this was going.

“I meant what I said about being single, by the way,” Pete finally said. “Which is to say that I am...single.”

“I am, too,” you told him.

A smirk was tugging at the corner of his lips. “What should I do with that information then?”

“Well,” you started, “you’re single, I’m single. We just spent the day getting to know one another. Maybe we could extend that to a non-professional setting.”

The smile on Pete’s face was brighter than the sun. “That’s exactly what I was thinking, actually. How about tomorrow? We could go for a coffee, start small.”

“Sounds fantastic. Here.” You passed him your phone and watched him put his number into it.

It felt so much easier to get into your car then.

You watched Pete walk away through the rearview mirror, and once he was far enough away you did a dance in your seat to celebrate both a great interview and the date you had managed to score along the way.

You were just starting up your car when a text from an unknown number came into your phone.

“just making sure you gave me a real number ~ pete”

You smiled to yourself and sent a response. “nope, this is actually a chinese take out place that conveniently does text messages as well”

“well fuck, that’s the third time this has happened this week”

You giggled to yourself before putting your phone aside and driving back towards your home, feeling as though you were on cloud nine.

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meetmyblondemuffins · 3 years

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Movie Antics

Warnings: unprotected sex, exhibitionism, fingering, penetrative sex

“Tickets for two,” I said enthusiastically to the man standing behind the glass of the old, worn ticket booth. I heard an exaggerated sigh coming from the right of me. Looking over at Sirius, I raised my brows and jutted out my bottom lip, attempting to make him feel somewhat guilty. I squeezed his large hand and further intertwined our fingers. “You’ll live, Siri. It’s only a couple of hours.”

I’d been dying to see this new independent film that had been released a few weeks ago. I had been putting off watching it for some time now because I wanted to watch it with Sirius. I could tell he would’ve preferred being left behind. The entire ten blocks we walked from the cinema he drug his feet like a child who was being forced into a dentists’ office. I was surprised he didn’t throw himself on the concrete; kicking and screaming. Although he didn’t throw a complete tantrum, he did try making up a thousand excuses as to why he absolutely couldn’t bear to see one second of this ‘horrendous-looking film’.

It started from the second we stepped out of the front door and into the chilly breeze of a typical, dreary London day.

“Look how gloomy it is. It’s bound to rain—we should stay in tonight.”

“It’s gloomy every day, Sirius. And besides, I brought an umbrella.”

“But… why walk allllll the way to the cinema in the cold when we could snuggle up in a perfectly warm bed?” I giggled at his suggestion.

“Yeah, I’m sure all you want to do is snuggle up in bed.” I knew that for a fact, Sirius wanted much more than to lie in bed when he’d already try to rid me of my clothing minutes before leaving the house.

He seemed more sex-driven the past few days than I’d seen him before. Everywhere we went, he was ready to go; whether he spontaneously suggested the idea while lounging around at home, or in complete public. Refusing a cluster of his many advances always guaranteed nothing less than spectacular sex later on. It’s like all of his built-up sexual tension was released all at once; It was fantastic.

As soon as we bought our tickets and concessions, we walked into the dimly lit theatre. Scanning the rows of chairs from left to right, I noticed that not a single chair in the entire room was occupied. I supposed nobody was up for a film on a greyer-than-usual Sunday afternoon.

Sirius walked to the first row that was closest to the entrance, leading me with my index finger wound around his. We sat towards the middle of the row.

I would’ve preferred to sit closer to the front, if even just a few rows, but I decided to cut my pouting, child-like boyfriend a bit of slack. Sirius slouched down in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest as the lights dimmed to complete darkness. Immediately following, lights of the previews that covered the far wall flooded the room. It was almost blinding.

Looking over at the silhouette of Sirius’s profile, the glow of the projection outlined the miserable look he had plastered on his face. I almost felt bad for dragging him here, but on the other hand, I think he was being a drama queen about the entire situation.

Reaching over the popcorn that I had resting in my lap, I brought the armrest that was separating us to a vertical position so that I could scoot closer to him. I rested my head on his shoulder and whispered into his ear, his flyaway curls brushing against my cheeks.

“I really appreciate you being here, you know.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, lightly kissed my temple, and rested his cheek on the top of my head. So he wasn’t completely resenting being here after all.

Sirius and I always did things for each other that we didn’t particularly want to do. We wanted each other to be happy, and it made our relationship stronger as a whole. I was awoken in the middle of the night to him leaving to go prank students with the other marauders and he went to nearly abandoned cinemas to watch films that he had no-to-negative feelings towards. It balanced out evenly.

Halfway through the movie (and also the bag of popcorn), Sirius’s arm that was resting across my shoulders made its way down to my hip. He leaned in to whisper into my ear.

“It’s not too late to get out of here. We could go out to a nice dinner, go for a romantic stroll through the park,” he drug out the ‘a’ in park, “anything. Anything you want.” Turning my full torso toward him, I cocked my head to the side as to say ‘why, why do you do this to me, Sirius Orion Black’. His expression was originally full of hope—hope that I thought this movie was as terrible as he’d predicted before we’d gotten here.

“Anything, huh?” His eyes filled with glee. But his face dropped immediately as I said:

“Well, I want to stay here.”

He went back to slouching in his chair, his head meeting the back of the headrest. I couldn’t stand seeing him act like this anymore. There was no way I was leaving this cinema until the film came to an end; but perhaps I could offer him a deal.

“If you stay until the end, I’ll do whatever you want afterwards.” A smirk form across his lips and I knew exactly what he had on his mind.

Moments later, I was once again engulfed in the film. The main characters had defied their near-impossible chances of being together, and the romantic/sexual portion came to its peak. I felt Sirius’s lips sneak below my earlobe and begin a trail to my collarbone. “I said afterwards, don’t be so eager,” I said placing my hand on his chest in an attempt to stay focused on what was happening between the characters.

“C’mon, even these poor bastards on screen are enjoying themselves. It’s like they’re mocking me.”

“Well I’m enjoying myself. And what, is ‘fucking in a movie theatre’ something you were planning to cross off of your bucket list before you die?”

“Well it wasn’t before but,—“ I cut him off with a look of disapproval. “There’s not anybody here, we’re sitting in the back. This is perfect!”

Before I could object, Sirius crashed his lips into mine. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t bring myself to pull away. I’d caused him to suffer—or at least act like he was suffering—for a few hours and I suppose I owed this to him. I wouldn’t be missing out on the movie much. It was like I was experiencing what they were doing, but they weren’t in an empty cinema, it was a bit more romantic on their end. However, I didn’t mind much.

Our kiss deepened as his tongue brushed over my bottom lip before it entered my mouth, exploring every corner. His hand lightly cupped my cheek.

I felt Sirius’s fingertips lightly brush over the slightly thin material of my trousers that separated the pads of his fingers from my inner thigh. In a swift manoeuvre, his fingertips slid under the waistband of my trousers and pulled them down, then danced along my skin, igniting sparks as they made their way to my heat. His middle finger slipped past the side of my panties and made firm circles over my clit.

I’d quickly decided not to make this about me. I’d wanted to show Sirius just how much I appreciated him being there, even if I’d practically forced him to.

I palmed his hardening member through his pants and dropped to my knees in front of him. As soon as I unbuttoned and unzipped his skin-tight black jeans, pulling his boxers down slightly, his erection sprung upright, slapping against his stomach. I bit my lip and looked up at him through my lashes lustfully. He shut his eyes, bracing himself for the warmth of my mouth wrapped around him.

I let the tip of my tongue flick over his slit, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum.

“Fuck, don’t tease,” he groaned, loud enough for only me to hear over the booming cinema surround sound. The flat of my tongue glided over his head as I took the shaft into my hand and began stroking, feeling the veins on his thickness. With each bob of my head, I allowed him to venture deeper and deeper into my throat, hollowing my cheeks until I felt the need to gag. His fingers became entangled in my hair, but he let me go at my own pace. I altered my speed and pressure often which made it difficult for him to stifle his moans.

His hand gripped my hair tightly and he threw his head back onto the head rest, his mouth hanging open. I could taste the familiar flavor of his cum spread across my tongue and slide down my throat.

I stood up from the floor and lifted the armrest on Sirius’s left, allowing us more room. I straddled his lap backwards, his chest pressing against my back. The only thing separating us was the thin lace material of my panties. His right hand travelled up my torso, grazing my rib cage and kneading my breast gently. His left hand snaked around my thigh and pulled my panties to the side. He traced shapes roughly around my centre as I let my head fall back to rest on his shoulder.

He nipped at the sweet spot on my neck and I let out a light moan. As good as his fingers felt against me, I need more. I lifted myself up a bit and reached between us to position his hard cock at my entrance. Slowly lowering all the way back down, I gave myself time to adjust to his large size as he filled me to the brim. He continued massaging my throbbing nerves and I rested my hand over his, getting him to apply more pressure. Arching my back against his chest, I could already feel myself tightening around him and he felt it too. I could feel every muscle throughout his body contract. Every time I had sex with Sirius, it always felt like the first time.

Slightly angling myself to find my g-spot, I let out a muffled whimper and shut my eyes tight when I felt his head brush my

G-spot . I slowly began going up and down on his throbbing dick, grinding against him every time my ass met his crotch. With every motion, I felt my knees weaken a little more each time.

Sirius’s breath became harsh and uneven on my neck and I could tell that he couldn’t hold it much longer. Every individual muscle in my lower body starting in my toes began to tighten in a wave, one after another. The pleasure crept up into the pit of my stomach and I reached my high, becoming a shaking mess in Sirius’s lap. His warm load coated my walls and his fingers dug into my thighs, leaving light scratches.

Once I recovered from my orgasm, I noticed the credits of the film beginning to roll and the lights were returning to their original brightness. I collapsed back into my seat and Sirius struggled to reposition himself back into his jeans. I laughed at the sight of him.

“What?” he questioned continuing to fumble with his jeans.

“Maybe if your pants weren’t so tight Mr Black, you wouldn’t be having such a tough time right now,” I mocked him.

“Whatever, I just hope I don’t have as tough of time trying to get them off when we get home,” he grinned, “you did say afterwards, didn’t you?”

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