#i really honestly don't know when i'm gonna have another fic ready.

[dixons-sunshine]

Mouth To Mouth | Young!Daryl Dixon x Young!Fem!Reader

Summary: The moment seemed all too perfect. You and Daryl had just confessed to each other and were sharing your first kiss with each other. It was too bad that your mom had terrible timing, and walked in at the wrong moment.

Genre: Fluff

Era: Pre outbreak.

Part of the Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams universe.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sexual innuendos.

A/n: Here's the long awaited (wanted by, like, two people) fic about what happened when the mom walked in. I hope y'all enjoy! I really hoped to have my ex!celebrity fic with Daryl ready, but my draft never saved and I lost 2000 words, and that really discouraged me, so I worked on this little fic instead. Also, if anyone would want it, I have so many personal headcannons for this universe, so if anyone wants to see them, let me know.

As always, my requests are open for any TWD requests, as well as Scud Frohmeyer requests.

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“Mom, please don't freak out. I can explain.”

Your mom raised her eyebrows at you, crossing her arms over her chest. She looked at the position you were in and nodded sarcastically, an amused smirk creeping onto her face.

“I'm sure you can,” she mused, her eyes flickering between you and Daryl. “This totally doesn't look like the two of you were just making out. You were just giving him mouth to mouth, right? Teaching him how to do CPR? Or you just slipped and happened to slam your lips against his.”

From the corner of your eye, you could see Daryl duck his head in embarrassment, his face flushed with a blush. You could feel heat creeping onto your cheeks as well, your mom's knowing stare penetrating into your soul. You knew that your mom probably didn't care that you and Daryl were kissing, but that didn't mean that she wasn't going to pretend to go into "protective mom" mode. She loved doing it to embarrass you a little bit.

“Mom,” you drawled in embarrassment, sending her a pleading look. “Please don't.”

“What, I walk in to find my daughter and her friend chewing on each other's faces, which will probably scar me for life, but I can't lay down some guesses for what your explanation would've been? How's that fair?”

“Fine, yes, we were kissing, but you don't have to make such a big deal out of it. It's not like I haven't walked in on you getting busy with Mr Prescott,” you retorted defensively, sneaking glances at Daryl who remained silent, his eyes nervously flickering between you and the floor.

Your mom let out a small laugh and shook her head. “Touche, sweetheart,” she nodded, shifting her attention to Daryl. “Daryl, I'm not gonna bite your head off if you look at me.”

Daryl reluctantly rose his head, a nervous glint in his eyes. He was fidgeting with his hands, picking at the loose skin on his thumb and you had to resist the urge to take his hand in yours to stop the nervous gesture. You didn't want to give your mom more ammo to tease you with.

“There, that's better,” your mom mused, taking a step closer. “Now I can see those blue eyes of yours that my daughter wouldn't stop raving about. I'm honestly surprised that it took her this long to make a move. She's liked you for quite a while now. She would never shut up about you when you left.”

“Mom!” you complained, sending her an exasperated look. “Can we not?!”

Your mom simply let out another laugh. “What? It's adorable!”

“Mom, please,” you pleaded, sneaking another look at Daryl. His gaze had returned to the floor, but you didn't miss the small smirk that was on his face.

“Alright, alright. I'll lighten up,” she reluctantly agreed, turning around to grab something from the table. “Sorry to have interrupted your "totally not making out" session. I need to get back to work anyway. I forgot a folder my boss needed. But after today, I'm suspecting that this will become a regular thing, so I won't ever be forgetting folders or anything ever again. My eyes won't ever recover.”

“Goodbye, Mom!” you exclaimed in embarrassment, hiding your face in your hands.

“Remember to use protection, kids! I'm not ready to be a grandma just yet,” your mom chuckled and left, leaving you and Daryl alone.

The air was charged with an awkward silence. You dared a look at him and saw him nervously fiddling with his hands, but the small smile from earlier still remained. He turned his head and locked eyes with you, his gaze holding a certain amount of mischief to it.

“So, ya have been ravin' 'bout me to yer mom?” he said with a hint of playfulness, finally breaking the silence between you. “Wha' have ya been sayin'? Ya been talkin' 'bout my rugged good looks? Dun' worry, by the way. I won't tell nobody tha' ya have a secret crush on me.”

You took one of the pillows from the couch and threw it at him. Daryl effortlessly caught it and laughed—not chuckled, but actually laughed—and dropped it down next to him. Before you could retort with a sarcastic remark, Daryl leaned forward and captured your lips with his, silencing any and all thoughts you had.

You returned the kiss easily. However, you pulled away after a few moments, lightly shoving him back with a playful smile on your face. You stood up and extended a hand to him, which he took without any hesitation. You pulled him up and lead him to your room, closing the door behind you. You gently urged him backwards and pushed him onto your bed, watching him comply easily.

A nervous look flitted across Daryl's eyes. You instantly caught it and gave him a reassuring smile, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek.

“Relax, pretty boy. We're not doing anything like that tonight,” you reassured him, stepping closer in between his legs. “My mom just caught us kissing. Do you really think I want to risk her walking in on something like that in the same night?”

Daryl exhaled a sigh of relief, looking up at you. “Then wha' are ya doin'?”

You smiled at him and gently urged him down, letting his body fully lay down and his head rest on the pillow. You got in on the other side and rested your head on his chest, getting comfortable against him. You felt him stiffen slightly, feeling his hand hover over your waist uncertainly.

“Relax, Daryl. We've cuddled before.”

“Yeah, but s'different now,” he whispered, his hand still hovering over your waist. “This ain't friend cuddlin' no more. S'couple cuddlin' now. I dun' wanna do anythin' to make ya uncomfortable.”

You smiled and pressed a kiss against his clothed chest, nuzzling your face deeper into it. “I'll tell you if you do, but you can touch me. I won't bite,” you assured him, feeling his hand finally rest on your waist before adding in a teasing manner. “Not unless you want me to.”

Daryl inhaled sharply, his grip on your waist momentarily tightening before relaxing again. “This gon' be a regular thing now? Ya teasin' the shit outta me?”

“Maybe,” you giggled, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“Yer gon' be the death of me, girl,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “But I guess I'll allow it.”

“Good, because I'm not stopping. I love seeing you blush like that, handsome.”

“Stop,” he groaned, burying his face into your hair.

“Stop making you get all flustered like this?” you asked, shaking your head. “Not when it's this adorable.”

Before Daryl could say anything else, you rolled away from him, flicking off the lamp before settling into your side of the bed. You got comfortable, closing your eyes. “Goodnight, handsome.”

A few moments of silence passed, before you felt him shuffle behind you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, spooning you from the back. He pulled you closer to him, breathing in your clean scent before finally whispering something back.

“Night, beautiful.”

#krys writes .ೃ࿐ #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl x reader #twd daryl #young!daryl dixon #young daryl dixon #young!daryl #norman reedus #norman reedus x reader #shopping spree hangout dreams

[halsteadlover]

Under Fire

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Paramedic!Reader.

• Requested by anon: Hey! Could you write an imagine where the reader is a paramedic and one day a person starts shooting at the ambo and Jay is called? Then he would be worried when he sees the reader there.

• Warnings: mention of sex, blood, gunshot, bad writing (yes it’s gonna be a warning from now on).

• Word count: 4289.

• A/N: this is by far one of the ugliest fics ever and honestly I’m even ashamed I posted it. It didn’t turn the way I wanted but I was too lazy and had no time to write it all again so here it is 💀 Sorry for the ppl who expected a good worried!Jay fic 😭 I’m sorry for any mistake too and of course I know all the ‘medical’ staff was probably inaccurate so pls bear with me lol

“Baby, breakfast is ready!”.

Jay's voice muffled to your ears from the kitchen as you hurriedly got ready for work, super late. You tied your hair into a ponytail, not wanting to waste any more time trying to fix it before running to the kitchen where Jay had just set breakfast on the table.

“I'm late honey I can't eat,” you said frantically, leaning closer to him and kissing him on the lips before stealing a waffle which you popped into your mouth and began to eat as you looked for your car keys.

“Babe you can't go to work without having breakfast,” Jay retorted as he drank his cup of coffee and watched you amused.

“Yeah? And whose fault is it that I’m late?” you asked ironically “Have you seen my keys baby? Damn it… I can't find them anywhere.”

Jay chuckled and there was no need to say he found them as soon as he started to search for them. He was about to hand them to you but suddenly put his hands behind his back. “I want a kiss first.”

You giggled like a little girl and placed your free hand on his face, kissing him passionately, as if it was the first time you'd seen him in ages. No matter how much time passed, Jay managed to have on you the same effect as the first day, and for a moment, lost in your senses, you almost forgot you had to run away to work.

“Mmmh,” he murmured into the kiss, intensifying it as his arm went around your waist, pressing your body further against his.

“Stop…” you muttered between kisses as you giggled “No,” one kiss “That’s not…” another kiss “Fair…” and yet another one. “You’ve already made me late this morning.”

“Baby it's not my fault you're so stunning. You know I can't keep my hands to myself,” he kept kissing you, taking the opportunity to shamelessly squeeze your ass. “You were naked in our bed, you really expected me not to fuck the shit out of you?”.

“Stop, you're making me hot again,” you placed your hands on his chest to push him away, receiving a frown from him. In a moment of distraction you grabbed the keys from his hand and took your bag, before giving him one last sweet kiss and go to the door “See you tonight baby, I love you. Be careful okay?”.

“I love you too princess, text me when you can and be careful too. Don't you even dare come back with even a scratch!”.

But unfortunately, things don’t always go the way we want them to.

Your morning was going well, you were on shift with Sylvie who wasted no time teasing you, between calls, about being late that morning.

“If you're jealous because I'm having hot sex and you're not, just say it blondie,” you retorted laughing, getting from your co-worker a little slap on the back of your head as she kept her eyes on the road while driving the ambo.

“You’re really a bitch you know that? Of course I'm jealous! Do you know how long it's been since I've been with someone? I don't even know what a penis looks like anymore.”

You giggled. “If after every shift you literally fly home to go to sleep, don't complain if you can't find anyone. You need to go out Sylvie, Molly's is always crowded, you'll find someone who can't wait to rail you.”

She burst out laughing. “Rail me? Where did this come from?”.

“I mean… You know… I didn't know the meaning of these words before I met my boyfriend…” you answered and Sylvie let out a fake gag while you dreamily recalled your intense sexual life with Jay.

“You are disgusting,” the blonde replied even though she laughed. Before she could add anything though, there was a call of a shooting with victim and the joyful and playful air disappeared almost instantly.

You were about to text Jay, updating him on the progress of your shift but you mentally cursed as you noticed your cell phone was dead and that’s when you remembered you didn't charge it last night.

You put it back in your pocket, mental noting you’d charge it as soon as you got back to the station.

When you and Sylvie arrived with sirens blaring at the scene where the shooting had taken place, you couldn't help but notice the amount of people there looking on curiously and trying to figure out what was going on. That neighborhood was not the most idyllic and safe, given the unfortunate presence of criminals and drug addicts, and you mentally prayed you could finish as soon as possible since you didn't feel at all calm in that place.

A man in his fifties came running towards you, cell phone in hand and a terrified expression on his face.

“What happened sir? Where’s the victim?” Sylvie asked as you fetched the first aid kit bags.

“This way. There's been a shooting… There's a young man… I don't know if he's still alive.”

The man pointed to a person lying on the ground, immersed in his own blood and at a rough guess he didn't seem to be more than 16 years old. He was just a little boy.

“We'll take care of it from now sir. Thank you for calling us. Now go back in your house and stay safe,” you said and he nodded before storming off and locking himself inside his house along with his family.

You put on your gloves and leaned over the victim. You checked his carotid pulse and breathing. “He’s breathing and there is still a pulse. But it's too weak.”

Sylvie lifted the victim's shirt, revealing the shotgun at stomach level, and spun him on his side for a moment. “There is an exit wound.”

“I'm putting an IV,” you stated before taking the necessary kit while Sylvie controlled the bleeding by dabbing the wound with clean gauze which was soaked in blood in no time. After placing the tourniquet, it was difficult to find an accessible vein due to the copious blood loss but eventually you succeeded.

As you continued to do everything in your power to keep the still unconscious patient alive, you didn't realize all passers-by had left and that a suspicious car was approaching until the sound of a shot broke the silence.

Your heart stopped for an instant.

It all happened so fast and in just few seconds that you didn't even realize what was happening.

It was all so fast but so slow at the same time.

Everything seemed to stop around you, the world started spinning fast and slow at the same time which you didn't even believe was possible. The seconds seemed to have turned into minutes, hours, and in you kept wondering when it would end.

You and Sylvie threw yourselves to cover the victim, but not before a bullet went through your arm causing you to scream in pain. “Fuck!” you exclaimed as an excruciating pain made you bend to the ground for an instant.

“Y/N! Oh my god!” exclaimed Sylvie, rushing towards you regardless of the danger. Your hand covered your wound from where blood gushed and you tried to take a few breaths to try to regain control of yourself. You hadn't been shot at before by now, but damn it hurt like hell.

“I'm fine,” you murmured and when you opened your eyes you saw a woman lying on the ground not far from you. “Shit… Sylvie, go to that woman…”

Sylvie glanced between you and the poor woman lying on the asphalt, not sure what to do. “I am fine. Go! I'll take care of it here!”.

She nodded and grabbed a first aid bag before running to the woman, leaving you with the still unconscious victim. You checked him to make sure he wasn't hit and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw he wasn't.

You called for help on your radio before getting up with no small effort, dragging the victim behind a car, thus keeping you sheltered.

Your heart was pounding and you didn't know what to do, the fear they'd come back to kill you paralyzed you. You leaned against the car, bringing your eyes to the wound on your arm and noticing you were losing more blood than you would’ve expected.

“Shit,” you winched in pain even if the adrenaline rushed through your veins. You decided not to think about it and just treat the patient until help arrived, after all you weren't going to die from a shot in an arm.

You got up from the car and approached the patient, noticing the movement of his chest was no longer regular and that he was struggling to breathe. You took your stethoscope and listened to his chest, hearing crackles and a muffled sound in the right lung.

“Damn it,” you whispered to yourself, taking deep breaths as the pain became more intense and trying to focus solely on the victim and not on the excruciating pain you were feeling. The victim had a pneumothorax and you knew if you didn't treat it right away, you ran the risk of losing him before help even arrived.

You took all the kit needed to aspirate the air from his lung but your hand was shaking too much to be able to proceed. “Come on. You can do it,” you kept telling yourself and breathing deeply. With no little effort you managed to make a small incision and insert the small catheter to allow the air to escape. You listened to his lungs again after a bit with the stethoscope and breathed a sigh of relief when you realized the pulmonary sound was good and he was breathing properly. You fixed the catheter to his chest with a plaster and continued to treat the wound on the abdomen.

He was losing too much blood and if he hadn't gone to the hospital immediately he would’ve died there in front of you.

Your forehead was drenched in sweat, your arms and body were giving up as you noticed in the distance Sylvie giving a CPR to the woman who had presumably also been shot.

You heard the sound of sirens of the police and of another ambulance in the distance and for the first time in the last half hour your heart started properly beating again.

Jay, meanwhile, didn't have a clue what was going on, that you'd been shot, rushed to the hospital, or he’d completely lose his mind.

His day, unlike yours, was going on normally and no new cases had turned up so he spent the morning sorting through paperwork and old reports that were still incomplete.

He checked his cell phone to see if you'd answered him but still nothing. The last time he knew about you was when he saw you walk out the door of the apartment you shared and he couldn't stop the veil of anxiety that had passed through him. He knew he was exaggerating, as you were most likely having a busy morning and for this reason you hadn’t reached out to him.

He tried to keep his mind at bay, to stay calm and tell himself everything would be fine, that you were okay and he’d hear from you soon.

But when he saw Sylvie's name on the screen as his cell phone rang, he knew immediately that something wasn’t right and the slight feeling of anxiety was replaced by a real vice in his stomach.

“Sylvie? What happened? Is my girlfriend okay?” he asked as soon as he answered the call, without even giving her time to say anything. He knew something was up and didn’t want to waist time.

“Jay…” she breathed out, her voice clearly shaking but Jay couldn't care less.

“Sylvie tell me immediately what the hell happened. Where’s Y/N? Is she okay?” he ordered in a harsh and hostile tone, more than he ever wanted to.

“We are at Med's and…”

That was all it took for him to go crazy and not understand anything anymore.

Before she could finish her sentence he had already hung up the phone and, without even notifying his boss, he exited the unit at lightning speed, under the gaze of his worried and astonished teammates.

His mind kept repeating the last words spoken by Sylvie and never as in that moment did he feel like the world completely collapsed on him. He hadn't even asked what happened, whether you were okay or not, and as he drove like a madman through the streets of Chicago, he kept praying, praying and praying.

“God please let her be okay,” he kept muttering to himself, his heart pounding so hard in his chest he felt like it was going to stop at any moment. He tried to call you several times but each time it directed him to your voicemail. “Fuck!” he had exclaimed hitting the steering wheel in frustration and after throwing the cell phone on the passenger seat, without caring whether it broke or not.

You had to be okay, it couldn't have been otherwise. You had to be okay because you had to spend the rest of your life with him, he had to marry you, start a family with you, raise your children, maybe have pets, and to do that you had to feel good.

Jay knew that your job, as well as his, could be dangerous, but that didn't make the anxiety any less oppressive, the fear of losing you any less crippling.

It might seem like an exaggeration but he couldn't live without you, he couldn't imagine a life in which you weren't there, he couldn't imagine coming home and not finding you there preparing dinner with so much care and love, he couldn't imagine coming home and not finding you walking barefoot, the music blasting while you danced and sang as you cleaned the house, he couldn't imagine waking up in the morning and not feeling your body against his, the scent of your hair entering his nostrils, your arms holding him preventing him from getting up to go to work when you weren't on shift.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he babbled not wanting to even think about this possibility as he darted through the streets without even bothering to stop at red lights and risking causing accidents at least a couple of times.

When he got to the hospital he immediately ran towards the nurses' station, failing even to realize that Maggie was already talking to a patient.

“Maggie where is Y/N? Is she fine?” he asked frantically getting a glare from the gentleman who was previously talking to Maggie. She shot an apologetic look at the man and nodded to the room you were in before giving her attention back to the patient.

Jay ran towards the room and without even thinking twice pulled the curtain away, an expression of pure fear and concern on his face. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw you were lying on the crib, alive.

“Jay!” you exclaimed, not expecting to find your boyfriend in front of you in the hospital, lifting yourself up as if to reach him.

“Y/N stay still,” Connor admonished you, who was tending your wound.

“Oh thank God,” Jay finally managed to calm down and finally breathe again. He walked over to you and gently grabbed your face with his still trembling hands, leaving a kiss on your forehead. It lasted longer than it should’ve but Jay didn't care, he just wanted to savor the moment, smell the scent of your hair, your skin, and realize you were really there in front of him, that you hadn't left him.

“Halstead, you shouldn't be here,” Connor commented without looking up from the bullet hole in your arm.

“Shut up Rhodes, just focus about treating her,” Jay retorted and the serious tone in which he said it caused both you and Connor to chuckle but as soon as you looked at him you stopped immediately, noticing the expression of pain and concern with which he was looking at you.

“What happened baby? My God…” he stroked your face, your hair, “Why didn't you call me? What did they do to you?”. His eyes moved from your features to your arm and he immediately knew it was a bullet hole. He had assumed that you’d been pushed, maybe fallen somewhere, but he hadn't thought it was a shot at all.

Anxiety and worry were quickly replaced by anger and rage and in that precise moment he promised himself he’d make the bastard who had done this to you, who had dared to hurt you, pay.

“I told Sylvie not to call you…” you started talking, not answering Jay's questions but he cut you off, “Y/N please… I'm mad enough you didn't call me and I had to hear from your colleague you ended up in the hospital, don’t even think about making jokes right now.”

“Sorry Jay, it's just… You were at work and I didn't want to worry you. I'm fine as you can see and Connor will fix me.”

“You're not fine,” Connor intervened, glancing at you before continuing to treat the wound “If you hadn't continued to treat the victim your arm wouldn't be in so bad shape, the bullet had gone too deep. But luckily I'm very good at my job.”

If looks could kill, you should’ve been petrified after Jay's glare.

“Connor, you really don't know when to shut your mouth, do you?”.

“Y/N,” Jay spoke up “I'm not playing and I'm about to lose my mind. Tell me what the hell happened.”

You sighed, looking down at your belly as you recalled those moments of terror that seemed to have happened not long ago but at the same time, so long ago.

Jay noticed the way your free hand was shaking slightly and he felt guilty for raising his voice after the traumatic event you had suffered earlier that morning. “Sorry baby,” he said, caressing your cheeks and then giving you another soft kiss on your forehead. He held you as best he could, your head level with his stomach as he continued to stroke your hair, your cheeks, trying to calm you down. It was his way of saying he was there, that you were safe and never like then did you mentally thank Sylvie for calling him.

“It’s okay, I’m here now. Everything will be okay baby.”

God only knew how terrified you were, how afraid you were of dying, never seeing the love of your life again, never hugging him again and feeling him holding you, cradling and caressing you… Shit, this was one of the best feelings you ever had the pleasure of trying in your life.

You kept thinking over and over of those scary moments, the sound of those gunshots you knew would echo in your mind for far too long. No manual, no course would’ve ever prepared you for all this, you knew that being a paramedic would’ve taken you to places where danger was around the corner, but the adrenaline, the fear, that terror… No one would’ve ever been able to preparing for this.

You didn't even realize Connor had finished bandaging your wound until you saw with the corner of your eye he was getting up and collecting all the dirty gauze and other tools he had used. “I can't stress enough about the fact you don't have to exert yourself. You have to rest for at least a week, after that you can do some office work, but no work on the field until you’ll be able to move your arm.”

“Trust me she won’t. Thanks Rhodes,” Jay replied and Connor gave him a smile, then patted him on the shoulder with an ungloved hand.

“I'll leave you two alone.”

You tried to move you arm a bit but it was still numb from the local anesthetic. Jay sat on the edge of the bed, taking your free hand and intertwining his fingers with yours as his thumb stroked your back.

“You made me worry to death you know? I think I've died and risen a thousand times in the last hour.” He was the one who spoke first, but his tone was soft and reassuring. His free hand stroked your face, tucking a strand of hair that had escaped your ponytail, behind your ear.

“I'm so sorry Jay,” you mumbled back, feeling awfully guilty to see him like this, features contracted up with concern, eyes shining.

“You don't have to apologize, I'm just so happy you're okay,” he hugged you and you returned that hug, with your free arm. “God Y/N, I wouldn't have known what to do without you. I've never been so scared as today...” he kept talking “Don't ever do this to me again.”

“I was so scared Jay… I…” you stammered, trying to swallow the lump in your throat “I thought I'd never see you again…”

“Shh, it's okay. I'm here now and you're safe, I won't let anyone hurt you anymore,” he tried to calm you down even if he was feeling a storm inside. He was angry, furious, because he wasn't there to protect you, because if he had the person responsible in his hands he would’ve killed them with his bare hands, because he hated seeing you like that, scared, trembling in his arms. And he wanted to cry, cry so hard, because the fear he'd had of losing you was paralyzing.

Jay had never been in a situation where he’d even think you weren't next to him. To him it was like you were a superhero, immortal, that one way or another you'd always come back to him and he had taking all of this for granted. Reality had hit him full blown and left him breathless, making him lose the ground under his feet, the world collapsing around him and made him understand it wasn't like this, that fate was sometimes a bastard and that only event made him realize how important you were to him. Maybe even more than he could have ever imagined.

How much he loved you, for goodness sake, it was overwhelming. You were his whole world, and however absurd, ridiculous, cheesy, or over the top that might seem, Jay really couldn't live without you. It was a phrase he had told you so many times but in that particular absurd event it took on an even deeper and more real meaning and he really, really couldn't exist in a world where you weren't by his side.

And he didn't care how cheesy any of that sounded, it was the plain, simple, unequivocal truth.

“Baby you're choking me,” you muttered as he began to hold you so tight it literally blocked your breath. Your voice brought him back to reality, “Shit. Sorry, baby I didn't realize it,” he said giving you a kiss on the lips and you smiled at him, “It's okay.”

“Are you okay? Do you need something?”.

You shook your head, your lids suddenly feeling heavy. “No, just some rest.”

Jay smiled sweetly, looking at you with so much love and affection. “I know baby, I know. As soon as they prepare the discharge documents, I'll take you home and you can rest as long as you want.”

You nodded and the tender expression on your face made his heart explode. Had he already said how much he fucking loved you? “You'll stay with me right? I need you.”

“Do you really think I would’ve left you alone knowing what you've been through? I'll take the rest of the day off and, since I have a lot of accumulated vacation days, I’ll take the next few weeks as well.”

You smiled faintly. You didn’t want him to not go to work and felt selfish but God, you needed him so badly so you didn’t even complain. “Thank you love.”

“Do you feel like telling me what happened?” Jay asked, now impatient. You told him everything from how you were treating the victim, to the shooting and until help arrived. It goes without saying how furious Jay was when you finished speaking and how he looked ready to smash something against the walls.

“It's over baby, I'm really fine now, luckily they hit me on the arm and not elsewhere where it could’ve been so much worse. I'll get better soon, you know how these things go,” you tried to reassure him, placing your hand on his face and stroking his skin, a gesture that made him relax a little. “Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad Y/N, I’m furious. You are the most precious thing in my life and I’d kill anyone for even touch a strand of your hair in the wrong way. Knowing you were there alone, that you couldn't defend yourself, someone dared to hurt you… I can’t even explain the rage I’m feeling right now,” he replied, the tone of low voice as your words kept echoing in his mind. “I'm so sorry my baby,” he caressed your face “My precious princess. I’m so sorry for not being there and failing to protect you. It shouldn't have happened, especially not to you. If something…”

“No love no,” you interrupted him, not letting him finish that sentence “Let's not think about that. I'm here now, you're here with me and that's all that matters, okay?”.

“I know, I know,” he replied. But they’ll still have to pay for what they did to you.

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i wanted to suggest something that would be interesting to read,maybe a fic abt whatever member you want (if you do do this) and how they have a humiliation kink and when the reader is in the mood the member is all soft

ooo interesting! I think Changbin, han, Felix, and seungmin suit this kink

MDNI 18+, fem!reader, sub!skz, chastity use (m!), feminization, strap use, anal (m!), elements cock/ball torture

ᥫ᭡ thoughts...

CHANGBIN! is on the top of my list for having a humiliation kink. I think he's down for anything you are! there are times when you get too excited when he isn't ready, and he's trying to cover his soft, fat cock with his hands. he'll try to convince you to let him eat you out, but you aren't having any of it! slapping his hands away, you look in awe at his flaccid cock that twitches from attention. tell him that you want to feel his little dick get hard in your mouth, it won't be much different anyway. oh he loves when you degrade and praise him at the same time!! but he will need loads of aftercare when you're done with him

"Ooo look at your little cock, Binnie boy. Is this all you have to give me?"

HAN! is next. yes I know he should be at the top, but he's not first only because it's impossible for him not to get hard for you. it's honestly pathetic how easily your lover gets hard, you have to punish him. he hates hates hates when you bring the chastity cage out. he's begging, damn near on the verge of tears when you make him wear it. he'll tell you that he'll be a good boy, that he won't cum early, that he promises he won't touch his throbbing dick. nope! you know how well he lies through his beautiful lips. he follows you throughout the house, nude from the waist down to see his caged little cock. he leaks on the floor as he follows you, pleading with you to take it off. nopenopenope you'll sit in front of him and put your fingers deep inside of your cunt and make him watch. his cage oozes with precum sooo deliciously.

"Look at your nasty cock leaving a mess everywhere. You think I'm gonna let you put that disgusting thing in my pretty pussy?"

FELIX! likes feminization. calling his ass a pussy, his cock a clit. oh he likes that a lot. I don't think Felix likes to be pushed around too much, be nice to him with your words. your actions however? that's another story. he likes when you praise his pussy for taking your strap so well, burying your fake cock as deep as you can. he can't get fully hard when you're not playing with his clit dick, so it just looks so cute wobbling against his milky thighs. he's so shy when you treat him like that, but he likes the burning humiliation in his chest. his limp cock leaks with pre cum, he doesn't need a chastity when you use him like this

"Your pussy feels so good Lix. Look at how wet you are."

SEUNGMIN! will deny on his death bed that he likes the humiliation you give him. he really likes it when you treat him bad, mean to his little cock. squeezing his dick till he cries and smacking his heavy balls underneath them. unlike han, seungmin doesn't complain when you put a cage over his cock, he actually likes it more than you think. the pressure against his pulsating girth hurts too good. exposes his balls all swollen and red for you to paw at. really likes the duality of you roughly crushing his sack in your grasp to kissing and holding them gently in your mouth while his cock is restrained.

"Why are you lying Minnie? Just tell me how much you like it and I'll let you cum."

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[swimmingismywholelife]

Noel (No Faith)

Summary: You wanted more from John and he couldn't care less. So why then was he at your door on Christmas Eve?

Warnings: fwb-to-lovers!John, angst, SMUT, arguments, soft domJohn, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), creampie, fingering, pussy licking, playing with nipples, missionary, honestly it's all very soft sex, HAPPY ENDING

WC: 3.8K

A/N: 🎶On the second day of Ficmas my writer gave to me, some angst and smut with dear old Johnny🎶 Hi my name is Janelle and I'm ashamed to say I love John Stones 🫣. The song that inspired this fic is "Noel (No Faith)" by 7 Minutes in Heaven! This is one of, if not, my favorite Christmas song bc it's just so good and I really think you should give it a listen. And this is I think my longest fic to date so I hope you all enjoy!

Link to the Song: Noel (No Faith)

"Noel, Noel, I wish that you would come home for Christmas (for Christmas)

Don't make me wait another year

Noel, Noel, I can't be left alone

You can unwrap the truth, my dear

You're all I want for Christmas this year."

~~~

You sighed with content as you finished putting up the last of the lights on the Christmas tree. You took a step back and smiled, proud of your work. You'd spent the weekend decorating your house, trying to cope with the homesickness of your first Christmas in Manchester away from your family. The star was centered perfectly on the top of the tree, stockings hung on your fireplace (mostly for decoration), and even though it was already Christmas Eve, you were happy to see everything come together. Now you truly felt ready for Christmas.

Well, almost.

Christmas was usually your favorite time of year. But this would be the first year you would be spending it alone. And the first year spending it along with a broken heart. You still replayed the scene in your head every night since it happened. Since the night John Stones left your heart in pieces.

"I don't know why you're mad," John scoffed, rolling out of your bed. "We had an agreement."

"I mean, yeah we did," you said quietly, sitting up.

"So then what's the problem?" he asked, beginning to redress himself.

"The problem, John, is that you treat me more than this agreement was originally supposed to be!" you said exasperated. "You act jealous when I'm around other guys, you basically live with me at this point, you call me even if nothing special is going on just because you wanna hear my voice. What am I supposed to think about that?"

John pinched the bridge of his nose huffing. "Listen, things were outlined pretty clearly when we first started this. You didn't seem to have an issue then, nor last night when you were screaming my name."

"You're full of shit, John, you know that?" you said as tears began forming in the corners of your eyes. "Things can change and feelings can change. And I'm sorry I fell in love with you. I didn't intend to! It just happened and I'm being honest. You've known how I felt and you did nothing but treat me like you wanted it to!"

John sharply turned to face you. "I've been clear from the beginning that I wasn't looking to commit. I wanted some fun and that's what we got and that's all it's gonna be."

"So all of our little outings alone? All of the nights where we poured our hearts out to each other? Inviting me to all your games so I could proudly wear you jersey? That all meant nothing you to you?" you asked.

"Look, if you wanna stop just say so and be done with it," he said.

A tear fell from your eyes.

"I guess that's it then," you said quietly.

Despite the fact that this happened months ago, you couldn't find it in you to move on. John made you feel so special, so different. You knew what the boundaries were when you agreed to be friends with benefits, but you couldn't help but fall in love with him. Every day that went by, you only missed John more.

Still, John didn't have to be such a dick about the whole thing. He was the one you led you on and left that night, not once looking back. It wasn't like you ended with solely unrequited love and he let you down gently. He made you feel like shit for catching feelings, like you didn't matter to him. You felt used and it felt disgusting.

So why did you find yourself missing him more than ever? Why were you holding out hope for him? Why were you still keeping your faith in him when he had no faith in you?

"Please come home," you whispered, looking at the star on top of your tree illuminating the room. You knew your wish was futile, but maybe this year would be your year for a Christmas miracle.

As you turned back upstairs, a knocking on the door stopped you in your tracks. You cocked your head in confusion. It was Christmas Eve and everyone you knew was spending Christmas with their families. You weren't expecting anyone to come visit. You were even more confused when you opened the door to find the very man you'd been wanting to see.

"John?" you said puzzled.

"I know it's Christmas Eve and we haven't spoken in weeks, but I just really needed to talk to you. Is that okay?" he asked, the words rapidly leaving his mouth as his body shook from the cold.

"I-" You hesitated. "I'm not really sure if that's a good idea."

"Please? I just need you to know and if after that you never wanna see me again, then I'll leave you alone," he replied desperately.

Letting the spirit of Christmas overpower your overwhelming urge to kick him in the face and leave him in the cold, you opened your door wider to let him in. John quickly stepped into the warmth of your home, rubbing his hands together.

"Let me start up the kettle for some tea. You wait on the couch and I'll grab you a blanket too," you said, gesturing to the living room he was more than familiar with.

"Thank you, Y/N," he said gratefully.

You took a deep breath as you made your way into the kitchen. "Dude, I know I said I wanted a Christmas miracle, but I wasn't emotionally prepared for this," you muttered to yourself as you filled the kettle with water. Once the stove was on, you grabbed a blanket from your closet for the man sitting in your living room.

"Here," you said, handing it to him.

"You remembered," he said quietly. You almost asked what he was talking about when you saw the familiar checkered pattern on the blanket. You grabbed the first one you saw, not realizing you'd instinctually grabbed John's favorite blanket.

"Truthfully, that was an accident," you said, trying to lighten up the mood. It didn't really work as the air grew awkward and thick, neither of you really knowing what to say.

"Um, I'll be right back and get your tea," you said awkwardly, quickly getting up.

You took your time, trying to mentally prepare yourself for the conversation. Why was he here? What did he want? Why Christmas Eve? So many questions rolled into your mind as you made his tea just the way he liked.

You came back and handed him the mug, John muttering a thanks before sipping on the tea.

"John, why are you here?" you asked exasperated, finally breaking the silence.

"I…" John sighed. "I wanted to talk."

You crossed your arms. "Well, you're here now. So talk."

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the tops of his thighs, setting the mug on the table. "I know that I fucked up, really fucked up. And I left you hanging after leading you on for so long." He turned to look at you. "And I just wanted to say I'm sorry for ever treating you so horribly. You've never deserved it and you were right, you can't help how you feel about someone."

"Thank you," you said.

"I thought I'd be fine after walking out that day," he continued. "To me, it really was just a thing that we did and nothing more. But days turned into weeks turned into months and something was wrong. It didn't matter who I tried to get with. I just couldn't do it. Every single girl just reminded me of you. At first, I didn't really I was comparing everyone to you until one day when it hit me. And I haven't been able to stop thinking about you and how you make me feel."

"And how do I make you feel, John?" you asked, curling your legs underneath you.

"Alive. You give me that drive and passion to do what I love, to be a better man. I miss the way you pretended to be asleep just so I would kiss you awake. I miss the way you play with my hair after a long day at practice or a late night game. I miss the way you felt in my arms. I miss the way your eyes light up at the sight of the stupid festive cups at coffee shops. I miss how I didn't have to fear who I was or who I wanted to be because you always brought out the best in me. God, I just miss you so much and I can't believe how stupid I was for not seeing it until you were long gone," he said on the verge of tears.

Neither of you said anything for a while after his confession. The tension only grew thicker as John anticipated your reaction, mentally preparing himself for the worst.

"You still hurt me, John," you replied after a while. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about what you did that day. How you left me feeling used and stupid and dumb. I thought you and I were on the same page and I couldn't have been further from the truth."

John gently took both of your hands in his. You allowed him to gently lace his fingers through yours, shivers running down your spine as he thumbs stroked your hand.

"I know," he said. "I know, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I took you for granted. I'm sorry I didn't appreciate you while I had you. But if you give me a chance, I swear to you I'll make it up to you and show you how much you mean to me."

"John…." you trailed off. "I don’t know. I don't know how I can trust you again after what you did."

He tightened his grip on your hand. "You don't have to give me an answer today. You don't even have to give me an answer for the rest of the year. I'll wait as long as you need. Even if you decide no, I'll still be waiting here for you."

"Johnny, I don't want you to be waiting for me," you said softly. "That wouldn't be fair on you."

He shook his head. "No, Y/N, I'm the one who hasn't been fair to you at all. Waiting is the least I can do for you."

A silence fell, the two of you lost in your own thoughts. John was wondering if he'd been too late to fix things, if his chance was gone. Meanwhile, you were thinking if he even deserved another chance. It had taken you months to even fathom getting over him. Was this a test to see if you truly belonged together? Or was this a red flag that was being blatantly waved in front of you?

All the while, you never thought to release your hand from John's. It felt right for your hand to be there. While your head was in turmoil, it was also the calmest it had been since the day he left.

"Why did you come here tonight?" you asked, breaking the silence. "Why tonight specifically? Why didn't you come earlier or later in the year?"

"Because I know how much Christmas means to you," he replied. "I knew I was risking ruining your holiday, but I wanted to show you that I'm serious about this, more serious than anything I've ever done in my life."

"Will you stay?" you asked him with hopeful eyes, still being unsure of your feelings but not quite wanting him to leave.

"Baby, I'll stay as long as you want me here," John said, looking into your eyes. His hands moved from yours to cup your cheeks. "Would you like me to stay?"

You nodded. "You can stay in the guest room for the night so we can have some space. I'll grab you more blankets."

Too quickly for your liking, you pulled away, his hands lingering on your face just a little bit longer. While you wanted him next to you, it probably wasn't the best idea all things considered. You grabbed some spare blankets, alongside some spare clothes of his you couldn't bare to part with, handing them to him.

"I'm really surprised you still have these," John said.

You shrugged. "I still have everything you gave me quite frankly."

John's heart stopped for a moment. Maybe there was still a chance for you to have faith in him again.

"If you need me, just knock on my door, okay?" you said, leaning against the doorframe.

"I will. Good night, Y/N," he answered.

"Good night, John," you said softly.

You quickly got ready for bed, turning the light off in your room. You made yourself comfortable underneath the warmth of the blankets, but you still felt cold. How could you sleep properly knowing John was next door? Knowing that he wanted you back? You tossed and turned for a few hours, but you knew you wouldn't be getting any sleep that night, especially because you just wanted to be in the comfort of his arms.

You got out of bed to get some water, wanting to walk a bit to clear your head. You opened your door to come face to face with John, whose hand was raised indicating that he was about to knock on your door. You nearly screamed before you realized who he was.

"Jesus Christ, John! You scared the shit out of me," you said panting, putting your hand on your chest.

"Sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"That's okay, I only just lost a few years off my life," you joked. "But is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just couldn't really sleep," he answered, "and honestly I just really wanted to see you."

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, not really knowing what to say. You got lost in his eyes, that feeling you've always had with him returning.

Acting purely on instinct, both of you reached for each other, lips smashing desperately against each other. You felt like you could breathe again despite how hard the two of you were kissing. It just felt right that he was there with you. It felt right how his body was perfectly molded to yours.

John closed to door behind you, gently pushing you against it. His kisses were passionate yet still soft and gently, almost like he was afraid to hurt you. His hands were firmly around your waist as yours were around his neck, your fingers running through his hair.

"Jump," he whispered against you.

You obliged, wrapping your legs around him. He walked you to your bed, gently placing you on it as he climbed on top, your lips not parting once. He pulled away only to remove both of your shirts before returning to kiss you. His hands moved to your tits, gently squeezing them. You let out a breathy moan of his name.

"I missed his so much," he said just as breathlessly. "I missed your pretty little moans, baby." He squeezed a little harder, making your moans grow louder. "That's it, Let me hear you, Y/N."

His kisses started trailing down your jaw to your neck, his teeth nipping the skin. Little red marks were left in his wake until his mouth hovered over your nipple. He gently blew on it before taking it into his mouth, making a loud moan leave your body.

"You like that, baby?" John asked.

"Yes, John," you answered, your body squirming underneath him. "I love it so much."

John switched sides, your hands guiding his head there. He sucked harder, causing your hips to roll against his, groaning when your clothed cunt made contact with the bulge under his pants. His lips trailed down once again until he hit the band of the sweatpants you were wearing, noting that technically, they were his.

"Can I take this off, Y/N?" he asked, looking up at you.

You nodded your head frantically. "Yes, please take them off, please."

His hands grabbed the band and pulled down, moaning when he realized you weren't wearing any underwear.

"No underwear, baby? Are you trying to kill me?" he growled.

"It's comfortable, okay?" you squeaked out. "You know I've always preferred it that way."

John licked his lips as he laid his eyes on your pussy, the folds glistening with your wetness.

"Can I-" he started, but you cut him off.

"Yes, yes please!" you said desperately. "I need to feel your mouth on my pussy, John!"

He chuckled before licking your pussy, making you moan, your hands flying to grab his curls. John took his time licking from the bottom all the way to your clit. He repeated this motion several times, loving the way you tugged on him in desperation.

"Fuck!" you screamed when his lips sucked on your clit, your hips bucking into his face. "Fuck just like that!"

He sucked harder as one of his fingers teased your entrance. Your chest was up and down rapidly as your heartbeat quickened. You moaned loudly when his finger entered you, immediately hitting your g spot. He wasn't moving fast, but he was pressing deep into your pussy, making everything more intense.

"That feels so good," you said, "please don't stop. So good."

You hadn't slept with anyone since John. You couldn't possible bring yourself to. The only pleasure you'd gotten was from yourself, meaning your body more sensitive than usual. You felt your release coming fast.

"John, I think I'm gonna cum," you moaned out. In response, John picked up the pace, adding another finger. "I'm right there, baby, I just need a little bit more." John shook his head back and forth as he finger fucked you hard and fast. You screamed out, pulling his head further into your pussy as your release hit you. Your back arched against the bed, John taking one of the hands from behind his head to lace them together. You squeezed his hand as a wave of cum flooded his mouth, John happily licking all of it up.

You brought his face back up to your lips, needing to feel them against yours once again. You moaned slightly at the taste of yourself, John's hand gently cupping your cheek to kiss you deeper. He quickly took his bottoms off guiding his cock to your entrance. He tapped the head against your clit and your hips rolled.

"Is this okay?" John asked. "Are you sure you want this?"

You nodded desperately. "Please John, I need to feel you. Please."

He ran his cock through your folds before slowly pushing in, his body leaning over yours. You almost screamed at the way he was stretching your pussy.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight," he hissed out. "When's the last time this pussy was touched by someone other than yourself?"

"Not since the day you left," you answered meekly. John's dick got even harder inside you.

"Yeah? This pussy is mine right baby?" he asked, bottoming out and stilling his hips.

"Mhm, all yours," you whined out, your body unable to stay still as he filled you.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking deep into your eyes. "Do you need a minute?"

"Mhm," you answered. "I'm okay. Are you okay?"

"I'm more than okay, baby," he answered as he stroked your hair lightly, making your heart swell.

"John?" you asked.

"Yeah?"

"Give it to me please," you whispered. "I need it please!"

"I got you, baby," he said, kissing your forehead.

John moved his hips keeping a slow but deep pace. Your legs wrapped around him, needing to feel him pressed against you as you kissed him. John normally had you screaming at the top of your lungs, but this was different. This felt different. Nothing more was needed but breathy moans into each other's mouths, John really only picking up the pace slightly.

"It feels so good, Johnny," you moaned breathlessly. "So fucking good."

"Yeah? Feels good baby, doesn't it?" he asked. You nodded, eyes rolling back. "This pussy was made for me."

"Mhm. So big," you babbled. "Fucks me so good."

"You're taking it so well," he praised softly. "You look so fucking beautiful when you take my cock like this. Like you were meant to be here with me."

Tears started to form in your eyes, making John still.

"Baby, don't cry," he said worriedly. He wiped away the tears that were falling. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I'll stop if you want me to."

You shook your head. "No, don't stop. I've just wanted you to say those words to me. Please keep going."

"Are you sure? We don't have to keep going if you wanna stop," he said unsure.

"Johnny, please," you begged. "I want this. I want you. I don't want anything but you."

"Me too, baby," John replied as he moved his hips, keeping the same deep pace as before. "And I'm sorry it took me this long to realize it." He brought his hands to yours, pressing you into the bed as your fingers intertwined. "Do you hear me? I love you, Y/N. So. Fucking. Much," he said, thrusting as hard as he could to emphasize his words. "And I'm never fucking letting you go again."

"I love you too," you moaned. "I really do."

"I'm close," he said, rubbing your clit.

"Fuck, me too," you said.

"Cum with me, baby. That's it. Cum for me."

You back arched as you had the most intense orgasm of your life, squeezing John's hands as you let out a loud moan. John groaned at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him, triggering his own release. He came deep inside you, gently thrusting to get every last bit of his cum in you.

You both laid there panting for a moment staring into each others eyes, foreheads resting against one another.

"I think that's the hardest I ever came," he chuckled. "I don't think I've ever cum that much before."

"It felt really good," you admitted, "to be filled up like that."

"I love you, Y/N," he said again.

"I love you too, John."

John rolled off of you, getting up to grab a towel to clean you up. He gently ran it over your body, not wanting to hurt you. He cleaned himself before tossing the towel into the laundry and climbing back into bed.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered to himself in awe of you.

"Will you stay?" you asked.

"Always," he replied.

John looked over at the clock to see it was past midnight.

"Merry Christmas, baby," he said. "Thank you for being the best present I could've ever had."

"Merry Christmas, Johnny. Thank you for coming home," you said, your eyes fluttering shut.

"I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else but with you."

John held you tight that night and every night after that. And you were glad you kept your faith in him. For John Stones was your Christmas miracle and that was all you needed.

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[olichat-reads]

Bad day

Bakugou x bestfriend!reader

Summary: Bakugou comforting you on a bad day

A/n: honestly has been done a thousand times over w some variation BUT HERE'S ANOTHER SELF INDULGENT BAKUGOU COMFORT FIC YOU'RE WELCOME (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

🌟

"Suki."

Bakugou jumped slightly in his seat at his desk.

"Geez, I didn't even know you were home. Can't you-" he cut himself off when he turned to look at you. You eyes were downcast, your gaze on the floor, not looking at him, but he could see your eyebrows pinched, clearly upset. Your hands were balled into fists by your side. But what really took him aback were your wet cheeks, face flooded with tears.

You were crying.

Bakugou found himself freezing up at the sight. He was never one to comfort others, he wasn't even sure where to start. His first instinct whenever something bad happens would be to eliminate whoever the cause was.

"What happ-"

"Can I- can I have a hug?" You mumbled quietly.

He blinked at the request, staring for a moment.

"Come here."

You were taken aback, surprised at the sight of Bakugou's open arms at your request. You weren't going to question it though, rushing into his welcoming embrace, clumsily clambering up his lap to hide your face in the crook of his neck, trembling hands fisting his black shirt.

You felt him holding you tight against him, one hand resting at the base of your neck, its comforting weight grounding you, while the other rubbed up & down your back. The gentle gesture making you sob into his chest.

"You're okay," he shushed softly, as he let you cry into his shirt, gently rocking with his head resting atop of yours.

You stayed like that for what seems like ages. Bakugou holding you in his arms until your cries died down into wet hiccups. Feeling you calm, he pulled back slightly, tilting your head up with a finger under your chin to meet you teary eyes.

"Better?"

"Better," you sniffed, rubbing your face with the sleeve of your sweater. "Thank you, Suki."

"You ready to give me a name for me to hunt down?"

A giggle escaped your lips at that. Leaning forward you snuggled back into Bakugou's toned chest, hiding your face as you shut your eyes.

"Thats okay, Suki. I appreciate the thought though," you replied, hearing him huff in annoyance at your dismissal. His violent muttering about maiming the person who made you upset making you smile.

"And I'm sorry I interrupted your work," you glanced over your shoulder with a frown, his opened laptop & notes scattered over the desk forgotten.

"Stupid. You ever put my work before yourself, I will blast your fucking ass off," he growled & you giggled at that.

"You ever hurting for whatever reason, you come to me. Got it?"

"Got it, Su," you promised quietly. Peeking up, you look at him with your best puppy eyes before asking-

"Can we stay like this a bit longer then?"

"Put those disgusting puppy eyes away, they don't work & I wasn't gonna say no in the first place, dumbass!"

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[xxsycamore]

👻🕸️🦇 IKEVAMP SUITORS IN A HORROR-MOVIE SETTING ! 🦇🕸️👻 (headcanons)

Happy Halloween! Yes, this includes all 17 suitors. I'm no expert on the genre but I thought this might be fun! Some of them die. I'm sorry. Warnings: everything that can appear in a horror movie really, including mentions of death, mass murder, blood, gore, torture, cults.

If you feel like reading something more goofy where everyone lives, try Pumpkin Carving Competition At Saint Germain’s Mansion or maybe even “Welcome to Saint Germain’s mansion, please have a fang-tastic night.” 

𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍

The "okay guys, we need a plan" guy and welp, he has a sword, he is willing to walk in front, why not trust him? 👍🏻✨He's totally the one to hide being infected because come on, how are they gonna get out of there alive if the leader is down? Has a dramatic scene where he's fighting off the transformation in secret. Ends up being saved by someone and survives.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎

Leonardo is the one you find along the journey, mistaking for an enemy at first as you get into his trap... when it actually turns out he's been there long before you, surviving all alone in this post-apocalyptic setting, adapted to it, prepared for every danger out there with gadgets he made himself! He might not stay alive until the end but plays a key role in the plot.

𝐌𝐎𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐓

He tried to warn them not to do anything stupid... He's now stuck suffering from the group's bad decision-making. He doesn't even know how he ended up there. Mozart is that one character that you're supposed to hate for being an asshole. At one point he falls in danger that specifically relates to a fear of his, and when everyone expects him to sacrifice another person to save himself, he does the opposite. He seemingly dies right there, breaking everyone's hearts, only to be revealed at the very end that he managed to survive!

𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂 (credits for the idea goes to @scummy-writes guys she can write a whole fic of those I swear,, it's been such a pleasure listening to her)

Isaac needs to be saved five minutes into the movie... which writes him off as the weaker one from the get-go. This is going to be bad if the situation comes to "we gotta leave someone behind or we all die here!" - but hey, DON'T LEAVE ISAAC BEHIND IF YOU WANT TO SURVIVE! Because the next thing you know everyone falls into this deadly trap that only HE can figure the way out of, using his big brain skills. His worth has been proved! Everyone loves him now! And all he wants is to go back home and never go on a trip with these guys ever again!

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑

I'm sorry, Arthur dies first. The others are trying to warn him about the cases of victims who've been sucked to a dry husk and he's like "later virgins, i have a date tonight". Yeah his date totally killed him. Bonus points if we're dealing with vampires here, because irony. It's fine though, he's still important to the plot after he dies, because we find his writing diary and he left important cues there while trying to escape from his killer. Maybe he even came close to the truth! He knows his mystery genre stuff after all...

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐒

Theo just does NOT believe paranormal exists, not even after witnessing it with his own two eyes. Worst part, he tries to convince the others too. "My broer IS NOT POSSESSED!" Uhuh! Okay Theo! You just saw cryptic images appear on his canvas without him even moving the brush but I guess he was just trying a new painting technique!! And he levitates too and his eyes are tar black but what do we know... Once Theo realizes the situation, he's out there swinging a bat (sexy), ready to beat the shit out of whatever caused this, and he's good at it. Don't worry about him dying.

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓

Poor baby Vincent is every sinister ghost/demon's number-one target. Vincent listens to the voices. He sympathizes with them! He makes friends with them! Maybe he doesn't even need to be possessed at this rate... Same story with joining a cult, honestly. When their bad intentions begin to come to light, Vincent puts up a fight and is suddenly not as easy to control as they thought.

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍

Jean might take some bullets from our main cast while someone shouts "IT WON'T DIE!" but it's fine he's used to it... he's been dead for quite some time and not just inside. Jean is probably the result of some sick experiment about making an immortal army of warriors and. It's sad. But it's fine because he joins the protagonists now! He's friend! I hope they apologize for calling him a monster. No, he doesn't die by the end of the movie, but at what cost?

𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈

"Oh, it was just Dazai." Of course it was, someone has to be that one idiot that scares the shit out of everyone until he becomes the boy who cried wolf. Which usually ends with death! I'm sorry Dazai. At least they can take him seriously now and pay some more attention to the strange things he kept on saying.

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄

A very old-school villain! Bonus points if the setting is modern yet he still has a villain's lair and all that. There's something beautiful and tragic about him and he probably dramatically lets himself be defeated even if he had a chance to escape. Everyone will remember him. Mostly for the mental and physical torture, but still.

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐓𝐄

"But we have one hour left until the curse kills us all, how are we gonna get there on time?!" *sounds of safari jeep pulling over* "Someone ordered a ride?" - yeah. Comte is here to save the day with the power of money friendship. And not just that! Who is the one who suddenly remembers a family heirloom that is as old as time and suspiciously shaped exactly like the key they're searching for? I also want him to lose an eye or a limb for some reason... just for a little touch of gore maybe?

𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍

Gods, Sebastian is the only prepared one, bless him for that. He's read all about that urban legend while everyone's been busy denying its existence. He is not scared at all, too... you might wonder if he's just geeking out during all of this bloody mess or something. He's so important, please don't let him die please don't let him die... he died.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒

The villain's aide that infiltrates the protagonists' group. By the time his betrayal scene happens and he nearly kills three members of the group with a chainsaw, we get a glimpse of his trauma and that's the key to sucessfully talking him out of doing it, eventually disarming him and catching him. He manages to escape and maybe later returns as an ally! Yay!

𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓

Gods he's scary. I'm not watching this. Of course he's the killer, what did you expect? Has a tragic backstory of being used by an even more fucked-up killer in the past to do the dirty work for - and kept doing it even after getting rid of them himself, because that's the only thing he knows how to do. You can't fix him.

𝐕𝐋𝐀𝐃

IT'S HIMMM he's the scary little boy from the photos and the same scary little boy that always shows up in the rose garden and his soul just won't rest in peace!! Shows up in his adult form plenty too, just expect his expression to twist into something horrible every second. He needs to be sealed forever somewhere and it would take three sequels to get to know what would actually defeat him once and for all.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄

... I'm sorry but there definitely is a lighthouse in this movie. And you can totally trust Drake! The poor guy's body just washed up for you to discover, tragically drowned-oh, wait no, he's breathing. He's totally not the same sailor who died around here many, many years ago. He's gonna keep you good company in the lighthouse alone for miles.

𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐎

Galileo is the one who saw the Thing™ with his own eyes, while he was watching the stars one night ages ago. He dedicated not only his massive research but also his life to this, yet noone believes him. If he somehow manages to find that one missing piece that connects everything together, he will die a horrifying death before he can even share it with the main cast. Rip...

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[vnmpior]

NOT A ROOKIE ☆ ANYMORE

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

x fem reader

summary: it's been a few years, and you've quickly made it up the ranks with your craftmanship and sheer skill when it comes to hand-to-hand combat and guns. when you get put on a new mission, you never guessed who would be there to save you

note: part 2!! honestly some people wanted to know when pt.2 came out, so should i make a taglist for my ghost fics? just comment or msg me if you want me to put you on it! i don't really like this i feel like it's so rushed or something?? idk it doesn't click. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A KISSING SCENE PLEASE B NICE

tw: brief mention of non-con (but does not happen to any character in past or during this ff)

pt.1 // not proofread

☆☆.

shadow.

shadows can be your greatest fear, not knowing what lies in the darkness ahead of you. an enemy, or is it your mind playing tricks on you?

it can also be a safe haven, a refuge from the blistering sun, or other things.

but that can simply be a facade, a trap for others to fall into.

using the shadows to your advantage can be lethal. being quiet, deliberate in your actions as you sneak up behind someone and take them out without causing alarm.

when harnessed correctly, shadows can be your greatest weapon.

. .

"i've got him in my sights. ready when you are." you said, staring at the back of your target's head through your scope.

you waited for confirmation, but no response came.

"captain?" you spoke, even momentarily taking your eyes off the man who isn't aware of what's about to be his untimely demise to inspect your radio.

"fuck." you wouldn't shoot without orders, having learned your lesson way back, during the mission right after you met ghost. that mission also led you to be called shadow.

you heard a crackle, and what you could make out to be, "go."

you immediately put your finger on the trigger, realigning your gun, and once you were ready, you let out a deep exhale and added pressure, the recoil always making you blink against your will. you watched as the man almost immediately slumped over.

"target down." you began packing up your gear and gun, trying to get to the rendezvous before anyone came to check out the noise.

"shadow. shadow, can you hear me? shadow, how copy?" you heard.

"captain? what's wrong?" you asked, already going down the stairs of the building, sprinting.

"did you shoot?" price sounded slightly worried.

"yes. didn't you give me the affirmative?" did you mishear him? fuck, the only reason why he wouldn't want you to shoot was probably because you shot the wrong target. "don't fucking tell me i shot the wrong person."

"no, you got the right one alright. i just need you to watch out. turns out a lot of people have already found out about your little assassination. they were ready for it. be careful making your way back. i've got a little surprise waiting for you here."

"a prize? you finally rewarding me for my hard work?" you chuckled, now on even higher alert for soldiers coming at you.

"honestly, it's up to you if you think if it's a prize."

"is it a medal? i fucking hate medals. the fuck am i gonna do with them?" you scowled, the balaclava you had on shifting as your nose scrunched up.

"nah, you might actually like this. just get here safe."

"i'm looking forward to this, price. don't disappoint me. or i'll make sure you won't touch another cigarette in your life." you grinned as you stuck to the darker areas, trying your best not to be seen by coincidence.

you paused, hearing loud footsteps. you could tell that it wasn't only one person, but multiple.

"fuck," you whispered under your breath. you took out your knife and strapped your gun onto yourself, ready to do some close combat.

you saw them turn the corner, seeing three men, all armed with guns. there was no way you were going to be able to take them all down, but you can hope that they wouldn't notice you.

you pulled your balaclava down even more on instinct, waiting for one of them to sound the alarm and shoot.

you stayed close to the wall, thankful for the shadows that were keeping you from their line of sight.

two of the men split off, turning left before they could make it to you, but one kept making his way over. as soon as he made it in arm's length to you, you quickly covered his mouth and lodge your knife into his throat, watching as he struggled.

"sorry man, i just had to." you frowned as you let him go to eventually die on the floor, retrieving your knife.

you continued on, realizing that the other two had went the way that you had to go. there was no other route that you could go on.

"fucking hell," you grabbed your gun again, ready to fire before the duo could notice you.

you followed them, and sooner or later you caught up. they kept walking, deep in conversation. letting out two quick shots, they had no time to react.

"that was unfair, wasn't it?" you said to yourself. as you made your way around the bodies, trying to get as far as possible before another group came along.

sadly enough, you couldn't get far enough before another trio intercepted your path, also all armed with guns.

you quickly raised your arms up. how the fuck were you getting out of this one?

"what are you doing here?" one of the men said, and you realized that you were far enough way from everyone you've killed for them to even known what you've done. maybe you could play off being one of them, but that would be very hard considering the fact your gear was so much different from theirs.

you looked at him questioningly as if you couldn't understand him, simply letting out a "huh?"

the trio looked at each other, then back at you. you weren't tricking anyone with the tactical gear you had on and gun in hand.

"come with us," one of them smirked. this fucking can't be good.

you knew you were outnumbered, especially with all of them having guns. there was no way you were going to be able to run away or get past killing one of them before you got shot down.

you nodded hesitantly, and the three huddled around you, one of them holding a metal barrel to your head. you could feel it through the fabric, and you began sweating. this was the closest to death you've ever been, and one wrong move could be the last move you would ever make.

they led you away from the bodies, and closer to where you were originally going to go, thankfully, and you made it to a big house, in better shape than all the other house around.

a cloth quickly made its way over your eyes, and someone pushed you to the floor, tying your legs together, but for some reason not tying your hands together, when that's the most useful thing you could have in this situation. you felt the weight of your gun being taken off your body and be set somewhere else.

"just wait a moment sweetheart, someone will be here to talk to you. they'll be so happy to see you," you could hear that guy smirk. when you got out of this situation, you would make sure you pinned his fucking balls to the wall.

you could feel their presence leave the room, and you went straight to your radio.

"price, you there?" you lowered your voice, not knowing when they could come back.

"shadow, where are you? you should've made it back by now." price responded.

"i've been captured. i'm in some big house, in better shape than all the houses around. it's not that far from the rv point. it's on the route i was taking."

"fucking hell. how many are there? you hurt?"

"i don't know. there was three men bringing me in, said they were going to go get someone. i haven't been hurt- yet." you heard a door open and slam shut, followed by what you guessed was four people.

"look who we have here. ain't you a pretty one, darling?" you made sure to take your hand off the transmission button after he spoke, so price wouldn't respond and get your radio taken away or even worse, cause you to be moved to a different building.

that must be the guy they retrieved, but what the fuck was he going to do with you. you stayed silent.

"not talkative, huh? been a while since i saw someone as cute as you walking around." you felt a force lift your chin up.

you knew that if you did anything too rash, they would shoot you. it's obvious they don't want you for any intel, so that means you're easily disposable.

"i've been looking for a sweet little girlie like you. wonder what you can do." he released you, and said. "why's her hands not tied?"

"didn't have enough rope, sir. you'll already have her tied up in that bed of yours anyways."

they all burst out in laughter and you frowned in disgust. that's what they were doing? you decided to try and get up, placing your hands on the floor to drag yourself upright, when something sharp pressed against your neck. ironic to be threatened in the same way that you killed one of their men.

"don't try anything." the guy you assumed was their superior crooned into your ear, making you shiver. and not in a good way.

sticking to not speaking, you nodded, and the blade's pressure disappeared from your neck.

"good girl," they praised, but you cringed inwardly. you would've smiled hearing that come from anyone else's mouth, especially a certain someone. a certain someone you wished could come save your ass already, but you haven't seen them in years.

simon really was a ghost. you let out a chuckle at your own thoughts.

"something funny?" another person questioned. you shook your head quickly.

"leave her here. and go get some more rope, you think some rope around her legs are going to stop here from leaving? fucking idiots."

you laid the side of your head down on the ground, and slowly began lifting up the blindfold around your eyes.

you heard the scrape of a chair, and then the guy, who you were going to call, "the boss", sat down with a sigh.

"who do you work for?" he asked. "nevermind, that's a stupid question. i bet you're with those fucking assholes who killed our leader."

you smirked a little. little did he know you were said asshole who killed him.

"fuck this. those bastards can't find anything even if it was up their ass." you could hear the rustle of clothes as he stood up and felt him grip your wrist.

"what the fuck are you doing?" you spat. you could take him on in a fight as long as no one walked in with a weapon.

"the only reason why you're still alive babe, is beca-" he was cut off by the sound of yelling and gunshots.

"is that your fucking friends?" you heard him growl.

you shrugged. "probably," you cheerily agreed as you grabbed onto his hand that was on your wrist and twisted it as hard as you could, causing him to yelp in pain.

he let go of you and you grabbed your knife, not needing to see where it was due to memory, and quickly cut through the ropes around your ankles, standing up before the boss tackled you, pinning you to the floor.

you didn't need to see to quickly flip him over, trained in being able to overpower even the strongest person. you brought your legs over his back and used your weight and his momentum to make you the one on top. you didn't know if he still had his knife on him, and didn't take any chances. you brought your blade down on his leg, and he howled.

taking this chance, you ripped the blindfold off and made eye contact with the person in front you, some ragged looking person who could be in his late 30s.

"disgusting." you spat as he held his leg, tears streaming down his face. you saw no weapon on him, and you weren't going to wait around for someone else to come along and attack you.

you got up, getting rope and tying his wrists together, doing what he and his men didn't do to you, and you knew he wasn't going to be walking anywhere anytime soon. you put the blindfold around his mouth and held a finger up to your lips.

"you should be more fucking quiet like a good boy." you stood up, running out the room with your gun to the commotion coming from the front of the house.

peering out from a corner to make sure you weren't going to run out into a bunch of bullets, you saw a familiar man with a mask, and four men on the floor, one in the grasp of who you never expected to see.

"nice to see you're alive, rookie." ghost said as the man he carried crumpled to the ground.

"rookie?" you raised an eyebrow, only to realize he couldn't see you do that since half of your face was covered.

"got a mask of your own?" he walked up to you, and he still had so much height over you, looking down at you as you looked up.

"personally, i think mine is much cooler. it looks better on me." you laughed.

"shadow, you there?"

"nice call sign, shadow," ghost let the name roll of his tongue and your cheeks heated up.

pressing a button, you responded.

"i'm here, price. is this your little surprise?"

"couldn't stop him from going. he was eager to retrieve you."

you shot a questioning look at simon, who wasn't looking at you anymore, but instead looking if anyone else was in the house.

"what are you even doing here?" you asked ghost.

"well, i came to help you guys find someone for your next mission, but i think you already found him," he pointed behind you, and you turned to see the piece of shit crawling over to the two of you. how he even made it this far was beyond you, using his soldiers to propel himself forward.

"this fucking bitch?" you scoffed.

"i see the two of you already met," he noted the stab wound in the man's leg and the rope around his wrists.

"you wouldn't believe what he wanted to do with me."

ghost narrowed his eyes.

"he wanted to do something with you?"

"how else do you think i'm alive right now?"

"sheer will. i heard you've gotten good at close combat." ghost went over to the man and crouched over, and the guy looked up in terror.

"what the fuck should we do with you?" he hummed.

"do we have to bring him back alive?" you asked. you would not hesitate to lift your gun and shoot him.

ghost didn't respond, instead going back over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder that made you jump in surprise. the last time you were this close was when he was taking debris out your arm on that first mission.

"do whatever you want. we don't need him."

you grinned. "yes, lieutenant."

☆☆.

you were happy to be back on the base. that was probably the biggest stroke of luck you've ever had, being captured by the stupidest enemies you've ever seen, and by so few of them being at the house with you.

price was happy to see you back, and presented the prize you already knew about.

"aren't you happy to see ghost?"

"beyond elated. i'm currently pissing my pants of joy right now." the sentence might've sounded sarcastic, but you broke out into a huge smile.

looking over at ghost, you saw his eyes had a glimmer of amusement in them.

"i'll be in the other room. come over if you need me,"

you took off your balaclava and tactical vest and weapons as soon as you got in the room, sitting down on the cot. as soon as you swung your legs up and laid down to take a short nap, a rapid series of knocks sounded at the door.

you groaned, going over to open it to reveal ghost.

"simon?"

"can i come in?" he said gruffly.

you gestured for him to make his way in, and you shut the door.

"anything you want, lieutenant?" you emphasized his rank, still remembering the first time the two of you met.

"you ever gonna show me some respect, shadow?"

you held a hand to your heart, letting out a dramatic gasp. "me? not showing you respect? let me apologize."

you could see his eyes roll.

"since you seem like you were going to take a nap, i want to do some close combat with you. need to see how good you got since you were a rookie." it sounded less of an invitation and more of a demand.

"you asking me as a superior or am i allowed to decline?" you put your hands on your hips, tilting your head.

"are you really going to say no?"

"absolutely not. anything to fucking beat your ass."

☆☆.

the two of you were lying on the floor, and you were sweating. hard.

"thought you were better with guns, simon." you exhaled.

"thought you were better at hand-to-hand combat," he retorted.

you glared at him. "i will pulverize your ass."

he didn't reply, and you took the chance to get up and make him get up also.

"one more. whoever wins gets bragging rights."

"bragging rights?" he questioned, but you already began throwing punches and attempting to get him to fall.

he blocked majority of them, but you didn't let him have a chance to get offensive, instead opting to simply go for his waist and push him to the floor, with you attached. this led to you bear hugging his waist, your face in his chest.

you accidentally took a huge inhale through your nose, and you could smell him. he smelled like gunpowder, dust, and. . . wood?

"are you fucking sniffing me, y/n?"

"well, i'm fucking breathing, aren't i?" you could feel him attempt to flip you over but you kept yourself grounded.

"fucking christ. check where your legs are at." ghost groaned, and you peered down to see your leg against. . .

"holy shit, i'm so fucking sorry," ghost took this opportunity to successfully flip you over, and now you were pinned down again. for the second time today, too.

the space between you too was so small, and you could feel his body pressing on yours. your breathing sped up at the distance.

you've been infatuated with the masked man ever since you met him, never being able to forget those moments you had with him. those times you got to work with him, which was barely, had you cherishing those memories of him.

price obviously caught on, which was why he was calling ghost a prize. a prize you were happy to get today.

ghost could tell the look on your face with your half-lidded eyes and parted lips.

he leaned even closer.

"something wrong?" you could hear the smirk.

"fuck off," you turned your face to the side.

"look at me." you immediately went back to glare at him, but you couldn't with how close you were. "i asked you a question."

"nothing's wrong, ghost."

"so if i checked your heartbeat, it would be normal?"

"you trying to touch me, lieutenant?"

"so what if i am?" you had no response to that, opening and closing your mouth, trying to find the words to represent how you were feeling.

the two of you stayed in silence, just like usual, until you broke it.

"can i kiss you?" you murmured.

"close your eyes." you did as he said, and heard the sound of his mask being pulled up, followed by the feeling of his lips pressing against yours. he didn't let go off you wrists, leaving you to have to lean forward to return the kiss.

you kissed as if you had been thinking about this for years, which you had, and he kissed as if this was something that his life depended on. something that he's needed and has been craving desperately.

you never opened your eyes, waiting for the moment he decides to show you himself on his own terms. besides, doesn't it add to the mystery?

he pulled away much quicker than you wanted him to, pouting. you heard him as he slipped his mask back on and told you to open your eyes.

"sorry gorgeous. remember, i'm too pretty to be showing you my face. might dazzle you too much."

you laughed.

"i'm always ready to be dazzled by you, simon. you've dazzled me since the moment we met."

"oh really? you like it when guys insult you?"

"makes me feel like i've done something." you accepted the hand he held out to help you up as he stood.

"definitely have done something to me," he spoke to himself.

you grinned. seems like you both can dazzle people.

☆☆.

i absolutely despise this. i apologize sm

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[fiveredlights]

Okay I need to know things from literally ALL of the wip’s 😂

But I guess the ones that intrigue me the most are the post AUS2024 fic, the alternate Vegas 2023 story and the lmao daniel retirement fic!!

But like I said, I want to know all things lol! You are like one of my favourite authors ❤️

P.S. please feel no pressure to update, write or anything. Take your time

beth you ask and i will dutifully answer, gonna put everything under the cut because this is a long post 🫡

snippets: ausgp 2024/you're on another path

so fun fact about this one i wrote it post quali, and i had planned to post it after the race was done so i a "pre-wrote" two endings. i wasn't going to because i was gonna be like "oh max will win but something bad might happen to daniel" so i had this ready to go:

and i was sitting in the grandstand watching max's car explode in the pitlane and all i could think about was "did i do this. again" and honestly who knows.

Daniel’s already lying down face first on the bed when Max makes it back to their hotel room. He’s been doing it a lot recently after races, opening the door to their hotel room and just starfishing on the bed, unmoving until Max gently coaxes him to actually sleep. 

God, if his twenty-something year old self could see him now. 

Yeah, you’re back at the team you started with—no not HRT, that’s gone now, yes the Red Bull—not junior—sister team. The Red Bull seat? Yeah, not yours anymore, and it’s looking like it’s gonna stay that way. No, no podium at your home race, more like qualifying P18 because you were an idiot and drove over track limits. Points? Well, you had a good chance but I guess luck just wasn’t on your side yet again. 

Oh, and that young and upcoming driver from the Netherlands? Yeah, he’s your boyfriend now—surprise, you’re gay! And he’s a three time world champion, but that’s probably not important. 

Any one of those things would’ve sent Daniel into hospital, but all of those things combined? 

Early death. 

snippets: las vegas 2025/bonus fic reimagined

(i'm going to assume you mean las vegas 2025 and i'll give you both)

Max isn’t winning right now. 

He couldn’t really tell you why. 

Plenty of pundits, fans, strangers on the street have stopped him and asked him to dissect why he hasn’t won a championship in the past two years. He gives them a hastily PR trained and approved answer that seems to be more conscious in his mind now than before and cracks a well timed joke he’s sure his teammate would be proud of. 

Then Daniel comes along and will say, “Max already has three, he’s got to leave some for the rest of us!”, and the conversation will usually move on quickly after that. 

He knows that Daniel isn’t the sole reason for his non-winning ways right now, but when the eventual news of their relationship happens to drop, there’ll be dissections for days on if Daniel plays a part in Max’s performance right now. 

The last time Max hadn’t won a championship was when Daniel Ricciardo was with Red Bull, surely there’s some connection there?

snippets: las vegas 2025/don't read the last page

(Max is italics, Daniel is not.)

Max 🩵

July 31, 2025

...

I may have accidentally 

I swear it was an accident 

Like I pinky promise swear to our first born child

Don’t bring Matilda into this

Did you murder someone

What

Why is that your first thing

You are making a big deal out of it

Like bigger than the podcast you did in January

So I have to assume you murdered someone

Okay well it’s not murder but nice to know you think I’m capable of it

Daniel

I forgot to take off my wedding ring and wore it in the paddock and people saw and I got asked about in the press conference 

They definitely thought I was just engaged so I guess that’s just a silver lining

And you have a bet with Lando over when I was going to accidentally do this

Which is rude because I would never do the same to you Maxy

You literally have a bet with Fernando over if I’m going to slip up and say husband in an interview

How do you know that

And he’s Fernando you know you can’t say no to him

Daniel

When you came out you literally posted a photo of me on your Instagram

The whole paddock knows we are married

Half of them went to our wedding

About 85% of fans think we are in a relationship because you keep on teasing them with photos that is definitely me

Is it so bad that we just say yeah we’re married

We are literally about to have a kid

Okay well when you put it like that

I guess you’re right 

I know

I’m always right

snippets: lmao daniel retirement

They asked him if he wanted a big farewell thing, like they had done with Sebastian and Kimi a couple years back. 

He’d almost said no until Lando pulled a face and said “Mate, people’s last memory of you driving can’t be you heading to the pitlane again.” 

So he agreed. Told Blake to tell them to keep it minimal. No standing on giant mockups of his face during the national anthem or whatever. 

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Not So Unrequited Love

Plot: Eliot seems to be happy with his new relationship with U.S. Marshall Maria Shipp. All the while, Y/n, who has had feelings for Eliot for years, watches. After an overheard conversation, Eliot learns just how stupid he has been.

Requests: Reader is jealous of Maria + “You said you wouldn't fall in love with me." "I lied."

Requested By: Two Anons. Prompt is one half of a request. I will use the other prompt in a separate fic I have planned.

Warnings: Tame themes of jealousy and unrequited love.

Words: ~3k

A/N: This is also a re-write of how Maria and Eliot's relationship ends.

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"I think I got someone I can call to help us out with that part of the con." Eliot spoke up from beside you as he grabbed his phone and got up to leave.

You felt your chest tighten at his words, knowing exactly who he was referring too. Your fist tightened around your pen.

Parker smirked "Tell Maria hello for me."

Eliot glared at her "You don't know that was who I was gonna call, Parker!"

As Parker rose to follow him she continued to smile "Then who is it, huh? You got another girlfriend I should know about?"

"Parker, don't antagonize him!" Sophie sighed before she turned to you and Breanna. "I'm going to go find our Mr Wilson, you two get ready."

You and Breanna both nodded, watching Sophie leave. Your eyes locked on Eliot outside as he spoke on the phone. He had a smile on his face as he disappeared around the corner.

Breanna looked over at you, noting the way your face had fallen from moments before. She noticed it every time Maria came up in conversation.

"Sooo..." She began slowly as she eyed you.

You looked at her, noting the look on her face. "Are you about to ask for a favor?"

She shook her head "No, not a favor."

"Then what?"

"I was just wondering why it is you seem so effected every time Eliot and Maria are brought up."

You straightened up a bit at this, which she did not fail to notice.

She continued with a hint of caution in her tone "I mean, you're the only one who doesn't make jokes. Who doesn't ask Eliot how he and Maria are. And anytime she gets brought up, you tend to go quiet, or find and excuse to leave."

You smiled softly "You're better at noticing things than I gave you credit for."

She shrugged her head "So what is it?"

You shook your head lightly, uncertain if you should tell her.

She leaned a little closer, her face expressing a small pout. "Come on, please? 'Cause I gotta be honest. When I first showed up here, I really thought you and Eliot were a couple. I mean you two are perfect for each other."

You let out a soft breath "Yeah, I've heard that before."

"So?" She gave you a hard look.

You rolled your eyes lightly before you looked past her to make sure everyone was gone. You took a breath before you began.

"When the team first got together, me and Eliot got along a lot faster than we did with the others. I'm not really sure why, we just...clicked. He would often insist that he didn't like working with a team, that he was better alone, blah blah. One day when we were talking about it again, once the team was a bit more settled. I joked that it was because he wasn't only afraid of finding a family, but falling in love."

Hearing a noise outside, you paused for a moment. Seeing Eliot leaving, you figured he was going to meet Maria. You sighed softly before you continued.

"And honestly, by that point, I...had developed feelings for him. So the joke was kind of a test I guess, to see if he showed any interest"

Breanna leaned a little closer. "Did he?"

You let out a soft dry laugh "Actually, he just retaliated with some dry sarcasm. Saying things like 'Men like me don't fall in love'"

You mimicked his deeper voice and Breanna chuckled.

"But then he said, that I had to promise to never fall in love with him. It was a joke at the time, and I agreed not too. Not that long later I figured it was for the best. I mean, we have a dangerous life, it's dangerous to fall in love in our line of work. But the longer I spent with him and the others, the more I felt at home.

Breanna spoke softly "And...the more you fell for him?"

You nodded softly as you tapped your fingers on the table. "Me and Eliot are close, but not that kind of close. He's never shown any interest in me, not like that. So I just- I stay with him in the ways that I can. While he falls in love with attractive marshals." You smiled, but it did not meet your eyes.

She shook her head as she stared at you with a mix of pity and surprise "You gotta tell him!"

"No, I don't Breanna. He's got Maria, and as far as I can tell, he's happy with her. I'm not the type to try and bust that kind of thing up. Eliot deserves someone, and it took him a long time to get over the not falling in love thing. It may not be me, but, at least it's someone. Besides! What if-" a fearful thought you had many times washed over you. You let out a soft breath. "What if I do tell him, and..."

"And he doesn't feel the same." She said with dejection.

"That would kill me Breanna, and the team would never be the same again." You shrugged, the sadness on your face evident "I can't risk that, I wont."

"So you're just gonna watch the man you love, love someone else?"

You nodded "The things we do for love Breanna, especially unrequited love, often hurt."

Hearing your phone buzz, you looked down to see a text from Sophie. "It's time" You knocked on the table before you began to leave, stopping you spun back around and pointed at her "This stays between us."

She nodded, before she watched you go. A newfound pity, and respect for you heavy on her chest.

--- --- --- ---

Sitting in the food truck with Breanna, you listened to the various conversations over the comms. While Harry schmoozed up to an old evil lawyer, and Sophie made her way back to the truck, you heard the tail-end of Eliot and Maria's conversation.

Your's and Breanna's comms weren't on, so though you could hear them, they could not hear you.

"You owe me for this one Eliot." Maria said.

"Yeah yeah I know." He said with an obvious smile.

"Maybe dinner? When you're done...working, or whatever this is."

"Yeah, dinner sounds good."

"Good. Call me later then."

Breanna made a sound akin to a sick cat "She is really good at" she mimicked a fishing rod "Reeling him in isn't she?"

"Breanna!" You said softly.

"What? I'm on your side."

"On Y/n's side of what?" Sophie's voice came from behind you as she entered the food truck. You looked at Breanna with a mild warning look.

"Nothing, don't worry about it." You said coolly, as you rose. Grabbing your ear comm, you began putting on your coat.

"Mark primed and ready for me?" You asked Sophie.

"Yes." She said while watching you closely, unconvinced of your dismissing comment.

Once you let the truck, Sophie looked over at Breanna, who quickly looked away and began typing.

Sophie sat beside her "Breanna, if something is going on between Eliot and Y/n I need to know. Are they fighting? What is it?"

Breanna looked nervously from her screen to Sophie. "I'm not supposed to talk about it."

Sophie narrowed her eyes "But you clearly very much want to." Her eyes widened a it "Is it a secret? I love secrets! Y/n has a secret from me?"

Breanna shrugged, weighing the consequences. "Okay-" she began as she muted Sophie's the comms so you would not be able to over hear once you turned yours on, "First tell me this. Have you ever thought that Y/n and Eliot should be together?"

Sophie rose her brow "Oh I always thought they should, but I never understood why they haven't." Sophie gasped "What is it, now you have to tell me!"

"Alright Sophie, Maria is gonna help." Eliot frowned when he heard no response "Sophie? Breanna? Y/n what's going on?"

"What?" You whispered.

"Sophie and Breanna aren't responding to me."

"They're in the truck, I just left them. I gotta go, I'm approaching the mark."

Eliot sighed as he walked up to the food truck. Seeing the door slightly ajar, he opened it slowly, fearing someone else may be inside. He paused though, when he heard Sophie and Breanna.

"What is it, now you have to tell me!"

Eliot was about to call out to them, but stopped when he heard Breanna.

"Have you ever noticed Y/n withdrawing and getting weird whenever Maria comes up in conversation?"

"Oh yeah definitely."

Eliot frowned, he never noticed that. He would have noticed that. He felt a small jolt of realization, as he recalled that you tended to avoid any conversation about her. He thought you were doing it for his sake, but maybe not?

"Right?! So, it's because Y/n has been in love with Eliot for years!"

"What!?"

Eliot felt his heart drop as he felt his breath catch.

"Eliot made a joke years back when Nate first got you guys together, that Y/n had to promise to never fall in love with him. They said they wouldn't, but Y/n already had feelings for him then too."

"Oh my God."

Eliot's hands tightened on the handle of the truck as he continued to hold his breath. Everything from years ago rushing back into his head.

"Y/n said that Eliot never showed any signs of being interested in them so they never acted on it. And Eliot would say things like he doesn't fall in love, ya know, typical Eliot stuff. But now, years later he's with Maria and not Y/n, and now they just have to watch, while their heart is being ripped apart watching the man they love, be with someone else."

"Oh dear, poor Y/n." Sophie said with a dejected tone.

"And Y/n refuses to tell Eliot because they don't want to jeopardize ruining the team."

Eliot stepped away and leaned against the truck, finally taking in a staggered breath.

All this time, you had loved him? The years that he spent convincing himself to never feel anything for you. Because it would be dangerous, because you deserved better? The whole time, you were doing the same, for him.

As much as it broke his heart never being with you the way he dreamed, he convinced himself it was for the better. So when people like Maria came into his life, he jumped in. Now he knew that every time he did that, he was hurting you.

All this time, you had never gotten into a serious relationship. Was this why? What it because of him?

"Eliot? Hello!?"

Breaking from his thoughts as Sophie's voice rang in his ears, he shook himself from his thoughts.

"What?"

"Are you coming back to the truck? We have to go."

"Yeah, yeah I'm coming." He replied, waiting for a few moments before he went into the truck.

Right now he needed to focus on the con, but once it was over. He would fix this. He would set it all right.

--- --- ---

You grinned at the client as she shook Sophie's hand, before turning to the rest of you "Thank you all so much."

"I hope you're able to get back on your feet quickly, let us know if there is anything else we can do." You said softly.

As she thanked you all again and walked off, you looked around at the others. You paused momentarily as you saw Eliot staring intensely at you. His face a mix of emotion you weren't sure you could identify.

Seemingly pulling himself from his thoughts, he pulled his eyes from you as he turned to follow the others inside.

Letting out a sigh as you looked around, you smiled, glad the con went well.

Looking at the time, you felt a small tug at your heart as you recalled Eliot's promise to Maria of dinner. You sighed as you tried to shake the thought from your mind, as you had many times before.

Taking a short break with everyone before they left, you were left alone, sitting at the tables outside the restaurant. You slowly spun the glass in your hand as you stared into the bubbles of the drink.

You were so lost in thought, you didn't see Eliot come around the corner. You didn't see him stand there for a while as he watched you.

He felt guilt pull at him as he watched you sit alone. After most cons, you and him would sit outside somewhere, talk, laugh, eat, watch the stars. It was your thing.

But recently, he would leave after cons to go see Maria. Just another thing he took from you.

Finally walking up to you, you heard his steps and looked up. You smiled at him with mild surprise. He smiled in return, feeling a warmer tug at his heart than before.

"Everyone leave?"

"Yeah" You nodded before you frowned slightly "I thought you were getting dinner with Maria?"

Eliot let out a sigh as he sat in the chair next to you. "Yeah, about that. I did see Maria, but it wasn't to get dinner."

You furrowed your brow "Something happen?"

He nodded "Yeah. Uh, me and Maria aren't going to be seeing each other again."

You sat up a bit straighter, both pain for Eliot, and a small amount of relief washed over you. "What happened?"

"I did." He said softly.

You turned in your chair to face him "I don't get it."

"I ended it, because...I overheard a conversation between Breanna and Sophie earlier."

"About...Maria?" Your heart was beginning to pick up pace as you swallowed hard. What exactly did Breanna and Sophie talk about when you left?

He shook his head "No, about you."

You stared at him with a blank face as you processed what he said. When you left Sophie and Breanna in the truck, she had just walked in after Breanna made a comment about being on your side.

"Oh God." You muttered before you leaned down, setting your head on the table a bit harder than you intended "What did the say?" You asked with a dejected tone.

Eliot smiled a bit as he sat forward, putting his arms on the table and leaning forward. He spoke softly "About how your in love with me. And that you have been for years."

Your heart was pounding in your chest, as your neck burned hot. You were afraid to look up, afraid Eliot would have a look on his face that told you he didn't feel the same.

But then you remembered what started this conversation. He ended it with Maria because of what he overheard. Did that mean-

Looking up, you saw Eliot with a soft smile staring down at you. No judgement, no repulsion, no rejection.

"You said you wouldn't fall in love with me." He said softly with a smile.

You let out a soft breath "Yeah, well. I lied."

His smile grew a bit "So did I."

You squinted a bit in confusion and he replied "About when I said men like me don't fall in love. Because I did. With you, years ago. And every single day since I, regretted telling you not to fall for me. I never really thought you would, but I wanted it."

"Is that why you never told me?"

He nodded softly "And I'm sorry. If I had, if I had shown any of the things I was feeling...things would've been different"

You shrugged lightly but smiled "Not so different."

He smiled "Maybe not. But they would have been better. I would have gotten what I wanted the most."

"Which is?"

"To be with you in all the way's we never had."

"I anted that too. But you aren't the only one who hid it. I was so convinced you never would that I never showed how I felt either."

He shook his head "I guess we both got that guilt in common then. But at least now we can amend that, and make up for the time we lost."

You smiled, but your face fell. "But what about Maria? I never intended f-"

He shook his head as he leaned forward, setting his hand on top of yours.

"It never would have lasted with Maria. She's a Marshal, and I'm- well, you know. It would have ended sooner or later. And I would rather be with the one person who has always been there for me, seen the best and worst parts of me and never left my side. I'd rather be with you than anyone else."

You gazed softly at each other for a few moments as he gently caressed your hand.

"Since I've been going to see Maria after all of our cons recently, I neglected our routine of getting dinner together. Have you eaten?"

"I have not."

He motioned his head towards the restaurant "Let me make you something to make up for it."

You smiled as you both began to rise "I would never say no to that."

He smiled as you both move to go inside. Suddenly stopping, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into his chest. Staring into his eyes, he smiled at you before his eyes flicked to your lips. Meeting your eyes again his lips quirked into a bigger smile.

Smiling in return as you both inched loser, your lips met in a soft kiss. Placing your hands on his chest, he moved his hands to your waist as he deepened the kiss.

As much as you were going to chastise Breanna for telling Sophie the one thing you told her not too. You'd be forever secretly grateful that she did.

xx End xx

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Betrayal's Bond | An Uchiha Brother's Series | Teaser

Summary: You've been tasked with finding the team of jonin that went missing on their mission to the village hidden in the stars but what happens when you take one Uchiha brother to look for the other? Pairing: Tsundere Sasuke x female!oc x Itachi (love triangle) Word Count: 1.1k~ Warning: No real warnings but this is a Naruto au so it's not gonna to match up with the storyline at all List of Terminology a/n: Ahh idk how this'll do since I mostly post Jungkook/Kpop fics but I hope you guys'll look forward to this fic! Naruto is my all time favorite anime and I highly suggest you watch it but it's not necessary to enjoy this fic. You might need to look up the meaning of some of the words but it's nothing too crazy okay okay I'm done

Starting the morning off with a rude awakening is never good and today was unfortunately one of those days... 

I jolt awake at the sound of someone banging on my front door and almost fall out of bed. "What the fuck is someone doing here so early?" I grumble to myself seeing that it's barely seven o'clock. I stretch for a second and rub my eyes before getting out of bed and putting my slippers on so I can open the door for whoever this horrible nuisance might be. 

"Why the hell are you banging on my do- Oh Sasuke, what are you doing here?" I question, bringing my first scolding tone down to my normal one. "The Hokage wants to see us. She said it was urgent" he says and walks away giving me no further details.

"Wait Sasuke! I- and he's gone" I call out for him but he disappears before I'm able to get another word in. 'Thanks for the info Sasuke' I grumble to myself before heading back inside to get ready. 

I take a quick shower, get dressed and head out as fast as I can but it doesn't seem like it was fast enough for Sasuke's liking as I see him leaning up against the wall next to Lady Tsunade's office with an irritated look on his face. "Nice to see you too Sasuke" I mumble and neither of us bother trying to engage in any other conversation before knocking on Lady Tsunade's door.

"Enter" I hear faintly from the other side of the door and walk in with Sasuke right behind me. "You wanted to see us?" I question as we both make our way over to her. "Yes, thank you both for coming in this early" she says, setting the papers she had been looking through down on her desk. "Is everything alright?" I ask as I take into account the dark circles under her eyes worried that something horrible might've happened. 

"There was a team of Shinobi that went out on a mission to the village hidden in the stars a few weeks ago and they haven't returned. It should've been an easy mission but we've lost all contact with them about a week ago" she lists off, sorting through the papers until she finds the right one. 

"The village hidden in the stars? What were they doing there?" I question, hoping to get as much info as I can. "They were meant to retrieve a certain item there that the village had planned to give us for research but I can't reveal exactly what that item is" She says, giving only the necessary information. 

"Why not?" Sasuke asks in a monotone, cocking his brow at the Hokage and she simply rolls her eyes in response, already being used to his insolence. "It's not something the public should be aware of and honestly I've given you more information than I should have" she say, glaring right back at him. 

"You don't trust us?" Sasuke prods, obviously not happy about being left in the dark about this but Tsunade just shakes her head, tired of the pushback but also trying to hold in her anger as she's known to have a short fuse. 

"Once you find them just give them this document, they'll fill you in on the rest once you get there. We never really know who's listening and like I said we do-" "Don't want anyone knowing we got it" Sasuke says cutting her off. 

"Sasuke!" I scold him, afraid of the backlash we might receive. "I'm sorry Lady Tsunade, he's really not a morning person" I explain, hoping to defuse the situation. "Sasuke Uchiha, y/f/n, you have been tasked with the mission of locating the missing shinobi and helping them complete their mission" she states before either of us can make any further comments. 

"But Lady Tsunade, usually we go out on missions in teams of three. Won't we need a third?" I question, concerned that this might've been an oversight. 

"It's a covert mission. It would make things too obvious if there were too many of you.  Plus, you're only meant to find them so you two should be sufficient enough. The shinobi you're looking for is a team of jonin so as you can see we've already put enough manpower into this whole operation as is" she explains, leaning back in her chair and rubbing her temples. 

"If I may ask, who are the jonin we're looking for?" I question, seeing as that's the most crucial information we need to complete this mission. "Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara and Itachi Uchiha" she lists off. 

Sasuke stiffens at the sound of the last name and I know from now on that this mission is gonna hit close to home. 

"Pack up your gear and head out as soon as possible" she finishes. "Understood" Sasuke answers for the both of us and makes his way out first, leaving me behind without a care in the world. 

"Lady Tsunade may I ask you something?" I say quietly, keeping my voice down so the possibility of anyone hearing is a little bit smaller. "Go ahead" she sighs, thumbing through the other documents she has strewn about her desk. 

"Why did you put Sasuke on this mission? I mean I don't want it to be seen as if I'm questioning your judgement but isn't the mission a little too personal for him? You know, since Itachi is missing?" I question while walking a bit closer to her desk. 

"That is exactly why I've put him on this mission. The mission is important to the village but it's even more important to Sasuke now that he knows. Plus it might do him some good to be teaming up with Itachi. They've never really been on a mission together now have they?" she explains and I nod my head as she finishes. 

"Yeah I guess you're right. May I ask why you've chosen me to go along though?" I continue, playing with the bracelet I have around my wrist, a nervous habit I've developed over the years. 

"You're a good tracker and you've been completing your missions with close to perfect results. Plus you're a quiet one that doesn't tend to get on people's nerves so I figured you'd get along well with Sasuke" she answers, listing off my strengths which has me a little shy, embarrassed that I pretty much fished for compliments. 

"Just take a deep breath and don't be nervous. Sasuke's rough around the edges but I'm sure you guys will work just fine together" she says while giving me a warm smile, hoping to give me some encouragement. "Yes my Lady. Thank you" I say, giving her a shallow bow and walking out of her office and rushing home.

'I hope she's right about this' I think to myself as I run through the village, dreading what is to come as flashbacks of the argument I had witnessed between the brothers comes to mind again. 

'Please Sasuke, don't mess this one up'

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FUCK I TOTALLY FORGOT TO SEND YOU AN ASK ABOUT THE FIC... i just got hit full force but like 89831 different fucking projects all at once MY BAD POOKIE BUT UGHHHHHHH oh my god.... part 2??? yes.. all of it is soooo YESS

YESS you visualized everything what you've been talking about how reader would react when they first wake up after centuries and honestly hella realistic EVEN THOUGH I JUST WANNA HOLD READER AND KISS THEIR FOREHEAD 😭😭😭

reader interacting with the segments has my HEARTTT oh my god.. especially omega.. he's SUCH A DEVIOUS MOTHERFUCKEGUJK,,, also reader naming the segments UGHHH i adore that idea so much pleaseee ,, i love how the segments who didn't give a shit suddenly changed their minds when reader said they wanna give them names... THE SWITCH UP AND THE IMMEDIATE DENIAL...

READER MEETING BABY ZANDY ,,, FUCKINGG hell got me sooo soft i wanna hold baby zandy and treat him soo nicely 🥹🥹

ALSO YESS omgg,,, this part has me sooo fucking soft like reader making friends??? with the other harbingers??? i love it... omg they'd be such good besties with columbina,, i think pantalone helps reader adjust to present time as well, especially with it comes with money or the economy (if you ever ask him about it)

but oh.... to top it all off nicely, you gotta sneak in some subtle angst!!! smh... (im so proud of you tho!! like yasss sis feed me sad shit >:333) poor scara and reader :( i think they would've gotten along if reader wasn't dottore's lover n' scara wasn't dottore's experiment ,,,

ALL IN ALL. fuck you pookie im not excited for the next two parts (im kidding I AM IM JUST... NOT READY... pleas epost it next year so i'll be ready enough thank you /jjj) NO SERIOUSLY THIS TIME,, THIS WAS SOOO GOOOD and i love it so much, really popped off honestly (evil laughs because it's dottore)... like im soo happy to see how much you've grown esp thru writing !!!

have a good day pookie, im going back to my grave where i died for the next few days 💗💗

ALSO I WAS GONNA SEND IN ANOTHER DOTTORE IDEA but i fucking forgot again. FUCKS SAKE i hate not writing shit down...

POOKS DONT EVEN WORRY!! Just make sure to take care of yourself ok?? School can really be an ass i understand-

BUT OMG GRENFRG AHHH YOU'RE MAKING ME SMILE TOO MUCH POOKIE AHHWQ I'm so happy you liked it 🥺 BUT NGL I WANNA GIVE READER THE BIGGEST HUG TOO 😭 i put them through too much don't i 😭 dw they will be getting Dottore comfort next chapter!!

Bro i love writing Omega as a devious mf so much 😭 IM SO GLAD U LIKED THAT PART BC I WAS GIGGLING TO MYSELF ABT HOW THEY DGAF ABT THINGS BUT THEN SUDDENLY THEYRE INTERESTED WHEN UR A PART OF IT

AND YESSSS READER MAKING FRIENDS RAHHHH that part was probably really long for a Dottore fic but. i feel like having friends is so important and fragile reader really deserve some niceness in their lives 🥺 AND OMG NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT. Fragile reader would be freaking blown away from inflation. i don't know how prices were four hundred years ago but they would probably be shocked to their core when they see how much expensive things are now?? imagine fragile reader trying to stop Dottore from buying things for them because of how expensive things are now, and they're having flashbacks to being a broke Akademiya student 😭 And Dottore is just honestly finding it amusing to see you freak out and beg him to save his money (it's okay, he's a Harbinger he's loaded) (as long as he's not spending it on experiments)

BUT YEAH MAYBE IN AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE... reader and Scara could have been friends :( we'll never know... but yasss i will continue to feed you sad shit >:) hehe I CANT WAIT TO POST THE FINAL PART!! ngl the ending of the fic was like. the first thing i wrote for it because it hit me and i was like i CANT forget this. im telling you pookie its gonna be pretty juicy. BUT THANK YOU YOU'RE BEING SO KIND AHHH it's really sweet of you. thank you for being here for so long in my writing journey (and my descent into Dottore madness) ily 🥺

#smooches talks #moots: kai <3 #kai u should see my drafts. theres a bunch with just one sentence i quickly typed so i don't forget my ideas 😭 #giving my biggest hug to u kai #mwah mwah I MISSED U #and literally baby zandy is the cutest person ever i want to give him piggy back rides #oh my gosh i love brainrotting with u

[kookiecrumb]

BTS Makne Line's

Panty Competition

(A "Choose Your Own Adventure" fic)

Taehyung's Version

warnings: smut (18+), cunnilingus, some pining, lingerie, breastplay, fluff, explicit language, unprotected sex*(don't do this), creampie

wordcount: 2.8K (including intro)

INTRO AND MASTERLIST (PLEASE read first).

"I'm gonna go help Tae!" you chirp.

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow. "Taehyung can't pull you," he rebuts. You can't help but think it's slightly out of jealousy.

"What do you mean? He's smoking hot and I've had the fattest crush on him ever since that cruise we all took as freshmen…" you reminisce.

Taehyung was once the scrawny guy from your science class who was always losing his folders and asked to borrow your paper every now and then during tests.

Ever since he joined the swim team, though, he's gotten toned and all of the sudden he started growing his hair out a little. His jaw has gotten more defined and you can tell he's grown into himself really well. He's older now, more mature, and that's exactly what you need.

"Whatever. You have his number," Jungkook scoffs. "I'll win this thing, so you'll be doing this for nothing!"

"We'll see about that!" You shout back as you close the door to your room to get ready. A matching set is essential for such an occasion. Finally, an opportunity to wear the gorgeous emerald green lingerie you bought as a graduation gift to yourself.

It might be a little immature to get excited about something as superficial as fucking your silly college crush, but who cares?

You have to actually call him up first.

Damn.

You sit down with your whole set on underneath your one pair of college sweatpants and a cute solid color long sleeve and dial him up on your phone.

He picks up after three rings. "Hey, what's up?" Taehyung answers.

"So I hear you're having a little contest with the guys, huh?"

"...who the fuck told you?"

– You can't help but smirk.

Tae interrupts you. "Wait why the fuck are you calling me about it?!"

He actually allows you to explain this time, his arms crossed as he's standing in line at the convenience store. On the counter in front of him are a pack of condoms, a pack of gum, and a disposable pen. A cashier is eavesdropping on the conversation, but Taehyung doesn't give two shits about it.

"Well, duh…" you pout. "I wanna help you win."

"...You do?" He hesitates, keeping his eyes down. The cashier urges him to remove his card, trying to get his attention.

"Yeah, can you do that for me?" You respond, seductively.

"Definitely," he replies. The cashier rolls her eyes, swinging the card reader around and removing the card for him. She hands him the bag and shoos him from the front counter.

"Great. Let's meet at your place tonight. Nine o'clock. I'll bring dinner," you tease.

"No, I'll bring dinner. Just bring your ass," he insists.

"Will do," you flirt.

You proceed to scream into your pillow for the next five to ten minutes. Although, you really should be saving your voice…so you can scream into his pillows.

While you wait, you make yourself some tea and sit with your legs crossed on the bed with your laptop, casually switching between socials and binging whatever show is on. When the digital clock hits about seven fifteen, you consider showering.

God, this is refreshing. You honestly haven't had a reason to take care of yourself this good for a while, so you're making it worth it. The steam of the shower floats around you like a cloud, surrounding you in its humid warmth. It can't get any better than this.

After making sure you're clean and ready, you check yourself one more time in the mirror and smile. There she is. Beautiful. Sexy.

Your phone dings. It's a voice recording!

"Alright so, if you don't know where I live, I'm like…five minutes from campus near the bridge…area? Like,,"

Taehyung smacks his teeth and sends another recording.

"Just come out close to the Starbucks and you'll see me there. I promise I will fight off…any headass who is dumb enough to fuck with you."

He's kinda sweet.

With a little bit of a struggle, you put your fit back on and walk out the door of your room after turning everything off. You unhook your set of keys from the key hanger and stuff them in your pocket, heading for the Starbucks on campus.

Taehyung stands tall in his grey sweats and a cozy jacket, with his hair curling outside of the hood. He's carrying a tote bag under his arm from the metropolitan museum of art, and his hands are stuffed into his pockets.

He gives you a line smile, but his eyes say it all. He's happy to see you.

Without a word, you approach him and put your arms around him in a relaxed hug. "Hey, Tete," you sigh.

"Hey, y/n. Are you okay?" He asks, his fingers carefully swirling on your back. "You wanna do this?"

"Yes~ I'm just glad you're here," you assure him, looking up at him from his chest. He smells so calming.

Taehyung lathers himself in a lavender moisturizer after he showers, so he always smells soothing. He puts his large hands on your head and caresses you. "Come on up. I got us Chinese."

You eat with your legs crossed on the coffee table, and he makes you a plate out of all of the side dishes he got. The whole time, he's asking you questions. It's almost like an interrogation. He wants to know what prompted you to come help him out.

"What am I supposed to say? I just…wouldn't mind it I guess," that's an understatement and it does not throw Taehyung off your scent at all.

"Gee, so my long-term colleague and friend of five years tells me she wants to help me win a stupid bet between me and the guys just because she really wouldn't mind it," Taehyung laughs. "Yeah, that's super believable, Y/N."

He picks up a spring roll with his chopsticks and dips it in the peanut dipping sauce. "But…whatever. I won't push," he shrugs it off.

A quiet and comfortable silence builds, the crunching of Taehyung's eating the only sound in the room. You begin eating with him, observing his small mannerisms and habits.

He pauses his eating and glances up at you. "You're giving me those eyes again," he says. "You're so obvious."

You are, it's true. Who wouldn't be?

"Just admiring," you reply, smally.

"Just admiring?" he echoes, entertained.

Taehyung puts his eating utensils down and places his hands on his thighs, inhaling deeply. "Mmm, the rest is yours. Take it back to your place after."

"Okay," you comply.

Then, he gradually reaches out his hand across the table and weaves his fingers between yours. "Do you wanna go have sex?"

You bite your lip. He's so straightforward. Flustered, you nod.

"I'll take good care of you," he reminds you. You know he will.

Taehyung briefly kisses the back of your hand before rising from the floor and walking into another room.

Curiously, you go looking for him again. He isn't in his room, and the bathroom light is on, so he must be there.

Taehyung's room is just like any other guy's. It looks like he actually put some effort into making his bed and cleaning things up a little before you came, though. The only discrepancy was that his bed was open, but it looked intentional. It was invitational.

"Oh! Hey," Taehyung greets from behind you. He sets down a box of things, like a kit, on the bedside table. His hands meet your waist, his palms smoothing over your midsection.

"Tae," you sigh into his touch. He replies by pulling you closer and, in a tangent, kissing your neck. The vibration of his voice buzzes on your skin as you allow him to undress you piece by piece.

His slender fingers dip beneath the fabric of your clothes to reveal your skin to him. He needs to access you. His eyes land on the intricate fabric of your lingerie causing him to shiver.

"You wore this for me?" he asks, in quiet delight.

"Yeahh," you whimper subtly.

"You smell so good too, mm…" he buries his face into the crook of your neck as his hands admire the complex pattern of the lace against your skin. "Fuckk," he groans as he absorbs more of your body.

"Let's help each other feel good. Please," he speaks next to your ear, his hands cupping your breasts and squeezing them with care. "You know how much the both of us have been wanting each other."

"God, I want to give in to you so bad," you reply as your mind indulges in fantasies you've played over and over in your head before this. "Have your way with me, I trust you with my body."

You feel Taehyung's lips curl into a smirk against your skin. "You're so easy for me…"

The way he held your body was as if he would never let go. His arms and his legs entrapped you on his bed and under his control you felt liberated from your own inhibitions.

His thighs flexed under you as his fingers twisted themselves in the lace of your panties and pulled them casually to the side. He hisses when he fingers you languidly, the thought of fucking your tight pussy a catalyst for his wildest fantasies.

"Tae," you whine, holding on to the seam of his pants as he deliberately kisses between your breasts. Your hands weave through his beautiful curls, feeling like silk between your fingers. "Ohh~" you sigh.

He trails down your body, feeling your sides and making love to every sliver of skin before arriving at your abdomen and kneading your thighs. Without a moment of hesitation, Taehyung splits your thighs and lays his fat tongue on your slit.

You groan softly, lifting your hips toward him. The warm muscle spreads itself on your cunt and then sharpens, swirling around your clitoris before his lips close around it.

He sucks lewdly, his throat buzzing with baritone moans as he tastes you. Taehyung reaches his tongue into your entrance and thrusts teasingly.

Your breath quickens as you tense underneath him, vulgar noises escaping your lips in the form of stringy whines as you melt for him. "Ohhh please," you beg.

Taehyung only smirks and continues kissing and sucking at your throbbing cunt. He brings his slender fingers to your entrance and gathers a fair amount of your arousal before pushing in carefully. His eyebrows furrow in concentration.

You want to give him all of you, so you let him know just how good he's making you feel. "Taehyung, that's good,," you cry, feeling yourself pulse around his twisting fingers. "Fuck that's good, please don't stop touching me,"

He rolls his eyes in pleasure, readjusting your hips so that he can deepen his thrusts.

He's so hard from eating you that he's practically humping the mattress beneath him. Taehyung is incredibly desperate to get inside of your sweet cunt and it's driving him insane.

"Fuck! Fuck,, oh fuck," you gasp, sharply. A deep, binding pressure builds inside of you, fueled by the obscene sensation of your college crush eating your pussy.

He points his tongue and teases your clit one more time before removing your thighs from his shoulders and rising up to kiss you.

"You're cumming around my cock, so don't even think about it, " he warns. "You're gonna cover my cock in your pretty cum."

"Yes please," you breathe, pulling down his pants and kicking off your panties in one swift movement. You connect his hips to your cunt and start grinding yourself on his veiny shaft.

In a rush of heated and intimate kisses, he squeezes and plays with your breasts, releasing them from their pretty constraints and holding them in his delicate hands. "Ohh~" you pout, your eyes briefly meeting his as he carefully pinches around your nipple.

Your fingers find the shell of his ear and lovingly stroke it with your thumb, a gentle touch to remind him of your intentions.

It's hard to keep a good conscience when his dick is pulsing against your needy cunt.

He's so thick you can barely comprehend it when he splits you. Taehyung easily reaches your cervix, and with how wet you are, he glides in smoothly.

With how consumed you are with one another you cannot tell where your body stops and his begins. You wind around him and breathe his air as he moves his hips in slow circles inside of you.

"I want you to cum deep inside of me, Tae," you whimper. "You stretch me so good,"

"Let me stretch you better." Taehyung steals your lips and pulls you flush against him as he accelerates his pace. His hands force your thighs around him as he pounds into you, each dizzying thrust sending chills through your body.

Your hands splay across his chest and move to his back, scratching him out of pure euphoria. His fingers are eagerly stimulating your bud as he pecks sweet kisses under your neck.

"...pound this pussy like it's been craving me for the entire semester, huh? It's mine, isn't it, Y/N? The fuck you've been craving from me?"

"Yes~ so good, so…fucking good mmm," you blissfully reply.

He pins you to the mattress and fucks you shamelessly, driving his cock into your cervix as he encourages you to cream around him. He smiles at you maliciously and snaps his hips up in relentless yet powerful thrusts. They shake the bed, causing a definite rhythm as you squeeze your legs around him, tensing your whole body before creaming on his thick cock.

His eyes widen and he staggers, a thick load of cum coating your cunt. Taehyung pants into a cheeky smile. He brings his palms to your face and holds you, planting a few chaste kisses on your lips before leaning back and sighing.

He spots half of your emerald lingerie on the floor and reaches to pick it up while still inside you. With careful hands, he folds them and places them to the side.

You cringe a bit when he pulls out of you, your pussy dripping with his cum.

"Oh–" Taehyung quietly swipes a glob of it from under you. "That's…really sexy," he mumbles.

"It's good," you laugh.

"Let's uhm…hop in together?" You nod your head towards the bathroom.

He complies after a few pouty kisses, carrying you swiftly over to the shower.

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Say What?

LukeJamie confession fic (Luke Ver.)

[Also posted on AO3 and my Twitter as a thread fic]

This fic has two different outcomes. This is if Luke wins the fight.

Thank you to my friend @miss-evening for being my beta-reader. You're a lifesaver.

Okay, let's get to the fic.

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It's after hours at the Buckler training center. Two men are fighting, each throwing punches and kicks as if their lives depend on it.

All over a simple wager.

"The loser has to do whatever the winner wants."

It's childish, really, but too tempting to pass up.

It's a chance.

Luke gets a sturdy hold on Jamie's shirt, and rushes forward, pushing and pinning him to the floor. The drunken boxer struggles against him, but the combined weight of Luke's grip and fatigue from a long fight drains the energy out of him. Eventually, he stops. He can't win this now. Only the sound of them panting remains. Jamie is ruined under him, face red and hair loose from its braid. He didn't drink at all throughout the match, which was strange. Usually when they brawl, there would be at least one or two sips from his gourd.

"Ugh, you're too fuckin' big, man. Are your arms packed with bricks or something? Shit...," the yellow clad fighter grumbles. Luke releases him and stands up. He offers him a hand, and unsurprisingly, Jamie refuses it, getting up on his own. He sweeps back his long, black hair and looks for where his hair band has gone off to, then goes over to pick it up.

"Don't be a sore loser. Are you gonna back out of the deal too?" Luke crosses his arms, waiting for his rival to collect himself. Jamie rolls his eyes.

"The great Jamie Siu doesn't go back on his words. I'm the one who suggested it anyway," he says as he ties his hair back in a loose ponytail. He's too tired for a braid right now. "So what do you want? Food?"

Jamie turns to face him, but Luke doesn't meet his gaze. He seems to be deep in thought, though he's staring at his opponent.

Does he have a giant bruise on his face or something? Why is he staring?

"Hello? Did I hit ya on the head too hard? Pick something already." He's getting impatient. First his plan got ruined, and now he's being tortured by his opponent's indecisiveness. It's pretty odd, since Luke is always so straightforward. He must be thinking real hard on how he could humiliate him.

"I want you...to repeat what I say," Luke finally answers after another minute of contemplation. Jamie raises an eyebrow at him.

"That's it?" He puts a hand on his hip. Honestly, he's a little disappointed. A chance to make him do whatever he wants and the guy chooses to play Simon Says. But that's fine. He'll let it pass, just this once.

"Whenever you're ready, big guy."

Luke takes a deep breath to bolster himself. He keeps eye contact with Jamie as he begins.

"I."

"I," Jamie says after him. Weird start. Maybe he's making him say a humiliating line or something.

"...love." Luke steps closer. There's a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks.

"L-love?" Jamie stutters, face turning red as well. He's taken aback by Luke approaching him. No way. No fucking way.

Luke stops. They're standing chest-to-chest now. Jamie is looking up at him with wide eyes.

"..."

The training center is silent. Luke can feel the heat radiating from Jamie's tan skin. Jamie's top is open, showing off the expanse of his smooth chest. Luke sometimes wonders how he doesn't have any scars, even though he seems to get into as many fights as he does.

"You," he finishes, nearly whispering. Both of them are flushed all the way down to their necks. Blue eyes look pleadingly to his object of affection. He's done it. He has confessed.

Now he can only hope that Jamie will accept it.

Fuck, why the hell did he think this was a good idea? Maybe he can laugh it off and say it's a prank. Jamie would understand, right?

"You."

Luke's eyes fall shut. Hearing Jamie say those three words makes him so happy, but knowing that they're probably not true just turns the happiness into a heavy weight that gnaws at him from inside.

He senses Jamie grabbing him by the collar and yanking him down.

Luke braces for impact.

And feels Jamie's lips press against his own.

His eyes fly open in surprise, but closes again as he melts into it. Luke pulls Jamie in, one hand finding his lower back and the other coming up to cradle his face. It began sweet, but a swipe of Jamie's tongue on his lips startles him into breaking the kiss.

"You better not be messing with me, Sullivan, or it's gonna be my fist meeting your face," Jamie growls, sharp eyes burning with passion. Luke feels like his heart can blast off straight into space. He couldn't stop the smile from blooming even if he tried.

"Nah. You of all people should know I don't lie." He gives Jamie a peck on the cheek. He's full on hugging him now, and Jamie is hugging him back! He kisses him again, and again, and again-

"Ookay, that's enough. Leave some for later too, dumbass." Jamie's palm blocks his advances. He looks away from Luke, but his cheeks are flaming red.

"Aww, is the great Jamie Siu defeated by a couple kisses?" Luke coos. Guess he got a little too eager there.

"No, 'cus if you don't stop, I might just fuck you right here." Jamie grins, glancing back at him. Luke sputters in indignation.

"Jamie!" His hold loosens just enough for his rival (or lover? Are they lovers now?) to wriggle out.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," he laughs, "I rather do it on a bed." He starts walking towards the door. Where does this guy think he's going?!

"Why you-" Luke catches up to Jamie and scoops him up from behind, holding him in a princess carry, earning a squawk of surprise and a hit on the chest.

"Just for that, I'm taking you back to my place. Better be prepared to get stuck in bed all day tomorrow," he huffs. Call him brash or whatever, but if Jamie wants to tease him like this, he'll do it right back. He's not afraid!

"Cocky much? Don't disappoint me." Jamie drags the tip of his index finger under Luke's chin, like he's caressing an animal. Luke shivers and his smile widens.

"You can bet on it."

#mog writes #lukejamie #street fighter 6 #sf6 #sf6 luke #sf6 jamie #luke sullivan #jamie siu

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

I suppose I should talk about possible/confirmed plan changes to my WIPs?

(Fair warning: I've mostly calmed down, but I don't want to work myself up again, so I'm gonna be writing in a normal tone. I promise I'm not ignoring or trying to make light of the whole thing! I just don't wanna talk too deeply about it. All the love and support to Shelby Shubble & all victims of abuse!!!💖)

First off, I believe characters are separate from their creators- anyone who continues to create content about c!Wilbur has my support and respect!

(I will most probably continue to consume content related to c!Wilbur as well, though I will tag him as "c!Wilbur" now, rather than "Wilbur Soot"- I've been tagging all dsmp characters only as their corresponding CC's names, mostly out of laziness. For instance, c!Tommy wasn't tagged as "c!Tommy", he was tagged as "TommyInnit". I don't want to change my whole tagging system, but c!Wilbur at least will be tagged as "c!Wilbur" from now on!)

None of my writing was RPF in the first place, it was all about the characters- but I'm not sure if I myself am ready to freely write c!Wilbur or fanfiction!Wilbur stuff yet. Maybe I never will be; idk.

So here are the changes I'll be making!

DSMP Superpower AU: c!Wilbur will stay. I was planning to include all the DSMP characters(The 'mains', at least, I'm not sure about secondary characters yet), and the notion of leaving c!Wilbur out doesn't really appeal to me. So c!Wilbur will still appear here!

Temporal Transcendence: Honestly, at first I thought TT!Wilbur would be irreplaceable, but after some thought, I was surprised to find it might just work! Karl and Niki would play bigger roles than I expected, but it could definitely work. Heck, it might even be better than the original plan! So I think Wilbur will likely be cut from TT.

Oshi No Ko but Happier AU: I'm on the fence about this one. Wilbur's character isn't CRUCIAL crucial, but he's still pretty important. The outline of the plot will look much different if he does indeed end up getting cut out. So I'm gonna mark this WIP as a solid "idk" and just work it out as I go.

Rarepair Royalty AU: I've never talked about this AU. This one is a bit funny, cuz cutting Wilbur's character out actually solves some of the problems I had with the outline! The plot will actually work out better if Secondborn Prince Wilbur didn't exist- so he's definitely cut from this one! I just need to find someone new to pair with Karl. (Probably Seapeekay; I have the currently ongoing MCYT crackship brackets to thank for the ship!)

Lucky Star: Another fic that's never been talked about- this one is my newest WIP! :D I wasn't even sure where I was going to fit Wilbur in- a character called Wilbur never even existed here. Well, he did, but I'd deleted him for plot reasons a while ago and was in the middle of trying to find another slot. (Cyberknife is Techno's dead twin in this WIP btw- he's not a replacement character for Wilbur, the twin was always going to be Cyberknife.)

Tome AU: SBI literally only serves as Tommy's rich and powerful family here- at least, up to where I've fleshed out. Wilbur's only moment in the spotlight is when he argues with Tommy over dinner, bc he doesn't like how Tommy "got stuck" raising baby Shroud with Purpled(who found Shroud in a trash can), & is caught glaring at Purpled. I'll edit him out maybe. Or leave him, he's not a major character after all. idk.

Others(Mostly Bedrock Bros-centric): Honestly, I never could figure out how to write Wilbur's character that well. So 'Wilbur' isn't too big a character in most of these. Will likely cut.

Tom and Bunnypig(Bee and Puppycat AU): You know what, I think I'm going to make this half-baked idea into a proper WIP. Wilbur never existed here either, so yeah.

CONCLUSION: The whole thing is a mess, and I'm sad and mad, as we all are, but I'm gonna stop thinking about how horrible Wilbur Soot is & focus on how brave Shelby Shubble is!

I'm intrigued at what removing a single character did to my plot outlines, and hopefully, this will open a lot of new opportunities in my writing. I'm certainly looking forward to how my writing skills will develop after this.

To everyone who's actually read through this; thank you for reading this whole thing, I know it's kinda long.😅 Have a cookie and a hug, we all need it🍪🫂 Remember to drink water & eat something! All my love💖💖

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[nobodysdaydreams]

THE SI-5 WILL PAY FOR THEIR SINS IF I HAVE TO WRITE THE FIC FOR IT MYSELF! BLESSIE WILL BE AVENGED! (or my reaction to episodes 32-34 and mini episode 5 of Wolf359)

Sorry (again) for the delay, but I did warn you my schedule would be very inconsistent. Thank you everyone for your patience. At least I was able to finish these notes tonight.

Tagging the mutuals who got me invested in this, and if you want to be tagged or untagged from these posts, lmk, or you can follow my blog or simply follow the tag "#bods wolf359 reactions". Anyone who has followed me for a while knows my updates are inconsistent, so I apologize in advance for that and for any spelling/grammar mistakes in my posts.

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Episode 32: Controlled Demolition

I'm reacting to this while doing chores, so sorry if this is super brief. Hopefully it's not too plot heavy.

Have I mentioned I hate Kepler? Honestly the worst. I don't trust any of them.

Let's see...not a fan of Jacobi either. Of course I don't like Hilbert or his Decima project (which btw, it was very nice of the virus to not attack and kill Doug during his 100+ days alone in space without Hilbert keeping him stable). But Jacobi clearly doesn't know what he's doing, leave the dangerous chemicals alone!

Also the whole idea of Doug keeping someone on task...hilarious. Makes you wonder why Kepler REALLY gave him this assignment. Maybe to keep Doug distracted.

And then Maxwell. Looks like she has an interest in AI that's not entirely hostile, but at the end of the day, she's still working for the bad guys. When push comes to shove, she's gonna have to chose between Hera and Doug and Cutter and his errand boys. But I guess I hate her the least right now out of the three. She at least detected that Hera was in pain and is trying to do something. I hate to applaud someone for doing the bare minimum but that’s where we’re at I guess.

And Hera...you could have told Doug. He would understand. He's your friend.

I feel so bad for Hera. I just know they're gonna install some program in her that forces her to hurt her friends. It's only a matter of time.

Also, of course Kepler wants to play chess. That's the most villain thing ever, threatening someone over a chess board. Just once, I want to see a villain use a less ominous board game just to be funny. Like imagine Kepler with a nice Whisky in his hands mulling over a game of "Chutes and Ladders" or “Candyland”. It would be funny. Well at least Kepler embraces the villain aesthetic.

Though it's interesting: command doesn't know where the two years of Lovelace's life went. Or at least they claim. Now I'm curious. Was it the aliens? Is Lovelace a robot clone after all? Maybe Doug was right yet again!

A liability? Fire when ready? Oh my gosh is Jacobi gonna shoot Lovelace? Or Hilbert?

What was that?

Nice of Dr. Maxwell to make sure Hera wasn't in pain. But um...what did they just destroy on the Hephaestus? Another secret lab?

Oh my gosh. Just from the way Doug says the word "is". I've pause the episode but they better not have. THEY BETTER NOT HAVE.

If they did I'm gonna go insane.

NO.

THOSE BASTARDS.

USED TO BE?

BLESSIE DID NO HARM HE DIDN'T ASK TO BE CREATED! HE DIDN'T ASK TO BE BORN AND HE WASN'T PUTTING ANYTHING IN JEPORDY! HE WAS A GENTLE SOUL. 🥺

JACOBI AND KEPLER HAVE FORFITTED THEIR RIGHTS TO REDEMPTION ARCS. CUTTER'S ERRAND BOYS DESERVE NOTHING. 😠

Mixed feelings about Maxwell. At least she helped Hera but...she did it so they could kill Blessie. I still don't trust her.

"It's just business" WELL GUESS WHAT KEPLER? Maybe my business is about to become writing 500 fics where the plant monster eats you! How do ya like them apples?

You all knew this was coming didn't you? You, person reading this right now. You saw my love of the plant monster and hate for SI-5 and smiled to yourself. You've been waiting haven't you? Well dear readers. Here it is. I hope it was all worth it to you. Because for the rest of my Wolf359 reactions, I'm gonna have nothing but hate and contempt for Cutter's errand boys and their stupid chess games and inability to properly inspect a chemical lab.

Episode 33: Don't Poke the Bear

Yeah Hilbert, Doug is allowed to be mad at you. Just because there are worse devils in the world than you doesn't make you an angel.

Hey that's actually a pretty good quote. Good for me.

"You won't even know I'm here". You know Kepler, if you threw yourself out of the airlock, then you wouldn't be here at all, you plant murdering psychopath. I hope you drown in your own Whisky.

And stop talking. And slurping.

Never thought I'd support Hilbert, but Here. We. Are.

Kepler. What kind of childish power trip is this?

Oh ew. Jacobi. Maybe you can help Kepler out the airlock.

Wait...are they trying to tell them how to do this? ARE JACOBI AND MAXWELL BETRAYING KEPLER? Or is this all part of some grand scheme? Jacobi still shot Blessie, so even if he is helping them, I really don't care, and I don’t believe it.

Oh ew Kepler. You don't get to call Hilbert out. THAT'S MY JOB. You forfeited that right when you shot Blessie.

And stop pretending to care about Doug.

"Mr. Ballistics Dummy" okay Jacobi. "Mr. Errand Boy" it is.

Yeah Kepler seems pretty paranoid.

"I'd kill for five minutes in the achieves without red tape" "She's being metaphorical" ...why do I not believe that...

And Jacobi...you seem unusually calm and laid back about this. Why do I think this is all you trying to trap them?

"Just because we do awful things doesn't mean we have to like it". YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING. You're still morally responsible. Forgive me if a few tears shed over those you killed doesn’t cut it.

"This empty coffee cup outranks you" Kepler I hope one day your Whisky glass outranks you.

No decima research? Oh my goodness what a surprise! Command doesn't care about you Hilbert! Who could have seen this coming? Oh my gosh evil people stab each other in the back, I could have nevvvveeeerrrrr seen that one coming. 🙄

"He can be very...enthusiastic when it comes to guarding his secrets" Oh I bet.

THE WHISKEY SPEECH IS A ROUTINE SPEECH HE GIVES?

Kepler really is discount Cutter.

Ah...grand scheme it seems. I knew I was right to put Jacobi on my hit list. And Maxwell, it seems you're interested in joining the party. Welcome, welcome.

They didn't even deliver their letters? Man they are embracing the villain aesthetic.

"Kepler is manipulating you." Of course he is.

Solid advice Hilbert. "Don't trust me. But don't trust him either."

IT GREW HIS FINGERNAILS BACK?

Oh my. This is big. But then why does Cutter want to shut it down? Is he so against doing good that he won't do a good thing for society even if it will make him famous and considered a good guy for curing a ton of stuff? He really is the worst.

Episode 34: A Matter of Perspective

People need to be nicer to Doug. He has the least blood on his hands. And every time Jacobi and Kepler talk I lose brain cells. "I do evil but it's necessary" yeah, except it's not. It's literally not. What's wrong with you?

I don't care about the stupid superpowered three-legged pig.

Oh my gosh HE IS STILL GOING.

...

He can't even remember the punchline. Pathetic.

More music! 🎶🎶🎶

...They have board games?

Ugh. Pryce and Carter again. "The existential terror that is funzo."

Why is that in the manual? And if it is, why bring it to space? This raises so many questions.

Well at least it's not chess. Though it's no "Chutes and Ladders". Or “Candyland”.

Have I mentioned I hate SI-5 yet? Poor Doug.

Oh my gosh is this more funzo? Is the game even real?

"Hidden inwardness card"? "Time Vortex?" What sort of old-timey board game is this? Loyalty round? Wheel of ages? Sunken Idol? Celestial Steps?

At least Hera seems to like it. Did they bring it for the AIs? To keep them entertained?

WHAT IS THIS GAME. 😂

IS HILBERT THE REF? 😂 Oh my gosh he is being tortured.

Okay Jacobi and Kepler have history. But here's the thing Jacobi. There's a difference between a coach that pushes you to do your best on a football team, and a known murderer who pushes you to become a murderous psychopath.

WHY DO YOU TRUST HIM WITH YOUR LIFE JACOBI? He's crazy. Nutso. Why would you blow up Doug for him?

Oh. A forbidden picture of Doug. Maybe that's private. It does make me wonder about his past though...

"Reality Storm".

...ooohhhh... the "Golden Loyalty Card". How fancy.

I hope Pryce and Carter had fun designing the game. Sound like they really had a good time with it.

"I never wanted to be up here in space" well, then WHY ARE YOU HERE? WHY ARE YOU GIVING IT EVERYTHING?

"Kepler is gone" oh that's such a stupid cop out. "The old me died" nah, you're still here you're just making terrible life choices.

"Jacobi's a smart man" No, not really.

Oh great the pig joke.

Hahaha...that's not funny you psycho. That's not funny at all. It’s also clearly a metaphor for them. A slow death doesn’t make it any less of a murder.

Oh there's more? Is it just me or are the episodes getting longer.

It's his birthday again! And Christmas! Well, this is nice. They remembered this time. 🥰

"The same thing I do every night. I get older". Don't we all Doug. Don't we all.

Mini Episode 5: Long Story Short

What is the Argentinian incident?

Well I guess we'll never know.

Oh flashback land.

Yikes Kepler really seems to like to tell stories. HE HAD A FUNK BAND? HABERDASHERS? WHAT?

Well I guess even cold hearted villains need hobbies. Charges of insider trading? Saw Maxwell's feet? Okay that one was weird. What's out there in the woods? "I don't remember anything from 1987?" ...why are these silly stories getting more ominous.

Is that it? Yikes that really was short. Really short did I miss something? Okay, well I guess that's it.

Kepler should have stayed with his funk band. Maybe then he wouldn't be on my airlock launching list.

Thanks for reading dear readers. See you soon!

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Still Here/ 11

Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader

Word count- 5.7k

Includes- Oral, pussy eating, cum swallowing, sex against bookshelf, standing sex, floor sex, sex from behind, riding, side by side sex, missionary, so much touching, love making, multiple orgasms, fluff, ghostly happenings

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J POV

"Hi jagi!", Hongjoong says, coming into the spare room he gave me for my library

I move in a few days ago and I mostly unpacked everything except for this room

"Hi baby", I answer looking up to find a video camera in my face, Hongjoong holding it, "What are you doing Joongie?"

"Documenting your first day at our home", he says cheerily

I just smile

He's so cute

"Tell me what you're doing jagi"

"Well I'm sorting my books by genre then I'm gonna put them on the shelves"

"Can I help?"

I nod, "Sure. If you want to"

"I do"

"But it's your day off baby. Don't you want to do something....fun?"

He shrugs, setting the camera on a shelf, pointing it at me and I'm assuming it's still running

"Being with you is fun baby. I'm good with anything as long as you're with me"

My god, he's the best boyfriend

"I feel the same baby", I answer as he sits next to me

He smiles, pressing a kiss to my cheek, "I know jagi. I know you love me just as much as I love you"

I do and I'm glad he knows

"So tell me the piles"

I name the piles as I point to them, "Fantasy, Paranormal, historical fiction, nonfiction, fairy tale retellings, contemporary and sci-fi"

"So many genres", he says, picking up a book

He opens the cover of the book, his eyes skimming the words, then he places it in the fantasy pile

He picks up another book as I do, both of us sorting the books

I put three books on the shelf, ready for a break

We sorted five full boxes and put them on the shelves

There's still a ton more as I am a huge book nerd

"Break time?", I ask him

He looks at me, "Already?"

"Joongie we've been doing this for three hours. I'm human remember? I need a break"

He chuckled, coming over to me, pulling me into a hug, "I know baby. We can take a break"

He kisses me softly and I swoon inside

He's so sweet and loving, all the things he's been doing since I moved in showing me how much of a gentleman he really is

He wouldn't let me lift any boxes, carrying everything from my apartment to the truck then from the truck to his house

He helped me pack and unpack everything

He has always opened doors for me, letting me go first to whenever we have to go but he's even doing it now, at home

Just the little things he's done, I'm seeing it at home too and he's just so cute

I know he was raised to be the strong man, to take care of his girl, to be the protector

And it was that way for the centuries he lived through

Honestly, I'm good with that

I feel safe when I'm with him, when I'm in his arms

We've only been together for a few months but he is hands down the best boyfriend I ever had

Throwing my arms around his neck, I deepen the kiss, sliding my fingers in his black hair that he recently dyed

His tongue moves against mine, pushing me against the bookshelves

One hand moves around my waist, the other slowly traveling down my body

I moan in his mouth, loving when he touches me

His hand slides down my pants and panties, fingers touching my clit, rubbing softly

Pleasure slowly creeps into me, pressing my body into his solid one

"Mmm jagi, you get so wet for me so fast baby", he murmurs, his fingers now running between my pussy lips

"Mmm hmmm", I groan

I do get soaked for him, almost instantly

He's just so sexy, anything he does turns me on and drives me crazy

Kissing me hard, he slips two fingers inside and I clench on them tightly

"Oh jagi, this pussy is horny huh? Squeezing my fingers, trying to keep me inside?"

"Yes", I gasp, leaning my head against one of the shelves

"Then I think we need to get these pants and panties off so I can finger you properly huh?"

"Yes Joongie", I moan

He pulls everything down, kneeling down to get my clothes completely off

His lips press kisses to my thigh, his fingers slipping back inside, immediately rubbing against my spot, pleasure running down my spine

"Jjj... Joongie", I whimper, grabbing onto the shelf behind me to keep myself upright

"Yes baby. Get soaked for me"

He trails his lips closer to my pussy, anticipation running through my body as his fingers fuck me

He kisses right above my clit, sucking on the skin there

I watch him, moving one of my hands to his hair, running softly through the silky strands

He leans in my hand as he moves down, taking my clit in his mouth, sucking softly

"Joongie", I murmur, pleasure intensifying

He effortlessly pulls one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me up so his fingers can move faster into me

His sucking becomes faster, harder, tongue against my clit at the same time as he slurps like he's never going to eat my cunt again

"Gonna give me that cream I love so much?", he asks, between sucks

"Yes Joongie", I cry, pleasure making me close my eyes

God he's so fucking incredible with his tongue

His fingers hit my spot hard and I'm done

"Joongie!", I whisper, my body shuddering against the bookshelf as pleasure pounds into me in waves

I'm vaguely aware that his fingers moved away, replaced with his tongue

His moans reach my ears and I open my eyes, looking down and hit with the hot sight of my boyfriend between my legs, still eating me out like he's starving

His hand grabs my thigh, hoisting my other leg over his other shoulder, holding me up with just his hands, his tongue fucking into me at a rapid speed

Gotta love vampire strength

Leaning my arms on the shelf behind me, I close my eyes, falling into the bliss Hongjoong is giving me

His tongue feels so good, opening me up, throbbing around it, each wiggle inside making stars blast in my vision

"Jjjj...Joong...", I stammer, feeling my orgasm wash over me, "Hongjoong"

"Mmmm", he moans, his tongue not stopping, licking up everything I give him, until I finish

As I'm coming back to my senses, Hongjoong moves so fast and the next thing I know, he's naked, my legs are around his waist, his cock pressing against my entrance as he still holds me against the bookshelf, his mouth pressing kisses to my neck

"You taste so fucking good baby", he murmurs, pressing his head against my hole

I wiggle around trying to get him inside but he holds me firmly in place, driving me crazy

"Better than blood"

I'm so fucking shocked

As a vampire whose only source of food is blood, I assume he loves the taste of it

After all didn't he say some vampires become rippers because of the blood lust?

And he's saying I taste better than blood?

No way

"If I could just survive on your cream, I would jagi. You're the best thing I've ever tasted"

Oh my fucking god, his words are so hot and he's turning me on so much more

He knows what he's doing

"Need to fuck you baby girl", he whimpers, tongue licking up my neck to my ear, "Want your pretty pussy wrapped around me, you're pretty cream all over me, making a big mess. Wanna make you cum all over my cock"

Jesus Christ, I want that so fucking much

"Can I fuck you jagi?"

"Yes Joongie. Please baby", I whine, "Fuck, I need you inside me now"

He's teasing me so much, making sure I feel his dick at my hole but not going in

My body is so tense, waiting to feel him

He grabs my chin, turning my face to him, smashing his lips against mine

My arms tighten around his neck, letting his tongue in, mine against his and his hips roll, impaling me on his cock in one stroke

Feeling that pleasure, I grab a handful of his hair, tugging hard, moaning in his mouth

His hands squeeze the life from my ass as he moves, plowing into me, stretching me wide, smashing my spot and splitting my pussy open on his rock hard cock

My back is against one of the shelves, my ass in his hands, basically sitting on the one below it, the whole bookshelf shaking with each thrust into me

"God baby, you're so fucking wet", he murmurs

I am

I feel myself soaking him

He's the only one who can get me this wet

"Like my cock inside you this much?"

"You know I do Joongie", I whine, feeling his lips along my collarbone

"Yeah jagi?"

"Yes. Fuck, I want you inside me all the time", I babble, the bliss so fucking incredible

"Mmm, I can be inside you all day, no problem jagi, just tell me"

God I wish

Having sex all day with him sounds like heaven

"I need this pussy to cream my cock", he whines, "You're so close baby. Gimme"

"Harder baby", I moan, needing to feel his big head hit my spot hard

He moves faster, pounding so fucking hard, fucking me right into an orgasm that he wants so much

"Hongjoong!", I scream as unbelievable ecstacy tidal waves over my body

"Oh fuck", he moans as I pull his hair so hard, his head is back, the nails of my other hand digging into his shoulder

"Yes baby, fuck, cum for me", he whines as he fucks me through the orgasm, "Fuck, my pussy feels so fucking good. God, clenching me so tightly"

I throb on him so fast I don't know how I'm doing it

All I know is that every single cell in my body is in massive pleasure and I don't want it to stop

"Good girl", he praises as I hold on to him tightly

He kisses all over my chest and neck as the pleasure ebbs away

He pulls me away from the book shelf, turning us and getting us on the floor, turning me over

I get on my hands and knees, feeling him fill me up right away

I can't help but moan at the full feeling, wanting him to fuck me stupid

It's like he can read my mind because he starts pounding his cock into me at a hard, fast and rough pace, cock plunging into my spot

I scream in pleasure, my body shaking as he fucks into me, the slapping sound of our skin so fucking loud

His hand wraps around my hair, tugging and pulling my head back

"Am I fucking you just like you want baby?"

"Yes. Fuck yes!", I shout, my brain shutting off, tears running down my face

I feel his body over me, his cock so deep, I feel him in my stomach

"Fuck you look so pretty crying for my cock", he murmurs, "Should I stop? You can't take it?"

"No don't stop! Baby, please. I can take it. I can take you", I beg

He can't stop, I'm so close

And honestly I want his cum inside me

I love feeling full of his cum, love feeling it leak out of me

"Please baby. Want you to cum inside me", I plead, "Please baby, want your cum so bad"

"Mmm baby. You that desperate for my cum?"

"Yes!"

I so am

His arm wraps around my waist, his cock ramming into me at an inhuman pace

"Cum on my cock and I'll give you my cum"

He slams impossibly hard, my vision shutting off as I orgasm, screaming in ecstasy, my cunt spasming around him

"Yes baby! Oh god fuck, I'm gonna cum in your pretty pussy"

"Please!", I whine

He stuffs his cock all inside, throbbing and spilling hot cum inside me, yelling my name, gripping my hips hard

"Yes, Joanne! Jagi!"

"Fuck Joongie! Yes oh god it feels so good"

I feel him shaking behind me, his cum spilling out around us, all over my legs

God, I love it

When he finishes, he pulls out and I collapse on the floor, out of breath

I feel his hands on me, scooping me up in his arms, "You ok baby?"

I nod

I'm more than ok

I'm amazing

"Yeah baby. I'm great"

He chuckles, his smile so pretty

"My baby is all sweaty"

"Wah, no fair. You don't sweat. You looks so fucking hot and I look like a sweaty pig"

"Hush, you do not. You look so sexy, like you just got a really good lay"

Giggling, I say, "I did"

"So how about we go take a shower, get you some food, and then come finishes sorting the next box of books?"

"That sounds amazing", I smile, "How did I end up with such a good boyfriend?"

"Well, he loves you and you happen to be an amazing girlfriend too"

"Aww Joongie", I gush, kissing his cheek

He smiles, getting up and carrying me

"Joongie, I can walk"

"I know you can jagi. You just don't have to. I got you"

"Ok baby", I laugh, letting him carry me to the bathroom

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Opening the door to his home studio, I look for him

He's not here

He said he was going to look at the song Mingi sent him

After the shower, I ate and we watched a Disney movie, then he helped me sort another box of books, then he went to his studio

Closing the door, I open the door to my library, turning the light on checking if he's in there

"What the fuck?", I gape, looking at the floor

Some of the books we sorted are all messed up into a big pile

Did he do this?

He couldn't, there wouldn't be a reason why since he helped me

Maybe he's playing a prank?

I don't want to deal with sorting the small pile right now so I close the door and head to our room to see if he's there

He is and I walk to my side of the bed, asking, "Joongie, did you move the piles of books we left around?"

"Hmm?", he asks, his eyes on his phone

"Did you move the books around?"

"No jagi" he says

I glance at his phone to see what's captured his attention that he can't even look up to answer me

Some of the video he recorded today

Specifically when he was on his knees, eating me out

Yup he recorded us having sex and I'm ok with it but really, he can pause that to talk to me

I hurrumph and he finally looks up

He blows me a kiss, then his eyes go back to the phone

"Joongie!", I exclaim wanting him to talk to me but he looks back up, blowing another kiss, completely oblivious to what I asked him

I stand there for a few minutes until it's clear that he's not looking up anytime soon

I sigh, trying not to get upset

"I'm getting a snack", I say, figuring that eating something might mellow me out

"Uh huh", is all he says

I should just go and not ask him if he wants anything if he's gonna ignore me

But I'm not like that

I love his dumbass

"Do you want some blood?"

"Uh", he hesitates, finally looking up at me, "No jagi. I'll just drink some later"

He's such a liar

I know he's hungry

I've told him before that I don't care if he drinks blood in front of me but he's weird about it

I mean I know where the blood bags are

He keeps them in the bottom bins of the refrigerator

I've seen them but it's like he tries to hide it

"Fine", I answer, getting up and to the kitchen

Grabbing a mug for him, I put it on the countertop by the stove then go to the fridge

I get a blood bag and look at it to find the best way to open it

I want to make my boyfriend something to eat not make our kitchen look like a murder scene

I'm guessing I just pull or twist the cap from the side

Turning back to the counter, I go to grab the mug to put it in the sink but it's not in the spot I left it

There's nothing there

I blink in surprise

I left it here, I'm sure of it

I put it right next to the stove

Where the fuck did it go?

Is Hongjoong pulling a prank?

Because if he is that's not funny and he's going to get an earful

Turning around I find it on the kitchen table

What the actual hell?

Wait until I get back to the room

He's so gonna get it

It's not fair for him to use his super speed to play pranks

Grabbing the mug, I put it on the counter by the stove

Twisting the cap open, I pour the blood into the bag, squeezing it as the mug fills up

The smell of copper and pennies fill the room but I find I'm not bothered by it

It's not making me gag or anything but then again blood never made me squeamish

When I finished getting it all out, I replace the cap, then go across the kitchen to the garbage, throwing away the blood bag

I have to warm it in the microwave, figuring I'd get it as close to 98.6 as I can

I mean that's the normal human temperature therefore the temperature a human's blood has to be if he drank it from a human right?

Going to the microwave, I open the door then turn to get the mug

"Ok what the fuck?", I snarl

It's not there

"Not funny Hongjoong", I say under my breath, looking for the dumb mug

A loud bang, scares the shit out of me and I shriek, turning to the cabinets, one door flopping open

That was not open a second ago

Going to the cabinet, I close it and when I look back by the sink, the cup is there

Ok now I'm pissed

I'm doing this for him and he's being a jerk with the dumb super speed

Grabbing the mug, I put it in the microwave and put it in for a minute

Rifling around in one of the drawers, I get out a thermometer

When the microwave goes off I take out the cup and test the temperature

Still cool

I kept putting it back for thirty seconds at a time, then retest it with the thermometer

After another minute it's as close to 98 as it's gonna get

This time I take the mug with me as I grab my snacks so it doesn't disappear on me

Heading back upstairs, I get to our room, Hongjoong still on the phone

Dumping my snacks on my nightstand, I hold out the mug to him

He looks up, his eyebrow raised, "What's this jagi?"

"Blood"

His eyes widen in surprise, "You got me blood?"

I nod, "Yeah. It's warm too. I tried to get it as close to uh...body temperature as I could"

His eyes soften as he takes the mug, "You didn't have to baby"

"C'mon Joongie. I knew you were hungry. Getting you blood isn't an issue. I'm not squeamish", I tell him, "Although it wasn't nice of you to run around and open the cabinets and move yhet mug around"

"Huh?", he asks, confusion on his face, "I didn't do that"

I roll my eyes, "C'mon baby"

"Jagi, I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't go downstairs. I've been here, in the same spot waiting for you to come back"

I just raise my eyebrow

He sounds sincere and he does look confused but he could just be trying to hide it

Whatever, I'll let it go this one time

I shrug, then sit in the bed, opening my bag of chips

He takes a sip of the blood and I ask, "Is it ok?"

He nods, "Yeah baby"

"Temperature good?"

"Yeah jagi. It's perfect"

I smile, proud that I was able to fix blood for my vampire boyfriend

Kissing his cheek, I eat my snacks while he drinks the blood and go on my phone, scrolling through Instagram

After awhile, he puts the mug down then gets up, disappearing in the bathroom

Leaning over, I look in the mug

He drank everything

I knew he was hungry

Going back to my phone, I switch to Pinterest, going ham on saving crazy eye make looks

The bed dips, Hongjoong coming back in the bed fifteen minutes later

He kisses my temple, then moving back to his side as I smile and continue what I was doing

Ten minutes later, I realize that Hongjoong has been completed silent

Maybe he fell asleep

When I look over to him, I see him, leaning against the headboard, his body turned to me, just looking at me

He gives me a soft smile when he sees me looking at him

"You ok Joongie?"

He nods, "Yeah jagi"

"Uh what are you doing?"

"Nothing. Just looking at you"

I raise my eyebrow, "Why?"

He shrugs, "You're beautiful baby and I just like looking at you"

My face heats up as I shyly smile, "I like looking at you too Joongie"

I could seriously stare at him all day

He's gorgeous, perfect

"Come here jagi", he says softly, tugging on my shirt

Putting my phone on the nightstand, I let him pull me into a kiss, his soft lips feeling so fucking good

His arms wrap around me, pulling me into his lap

I straddle him, my tongue against his, my hands in his hair, the soft silky strands falling through my fingers

I feel his hands move under my shirt, his fingers soflty running along my back

Shivers run down my spine, my body pressing into his

As he moves his hands up, he bunches up my shirt, slowly pulling it off me

Our kiss breaks as my shirt moves over my head, then I pull his up and off, both shirts thrown on the floor

Our lips find each other's again, my arms around his neck, his hands pulling my panties down

Without breaking the kiss, I move off him, both of us getting out of our clothes

He fluidly pulls me back in his lap, his hard length under me

Wrapping my hand around his cock, I hold it up, moving it to my entrance and sitting down on him

We moan in each other's mouth, his big thick cock making me stretch around him so fucking pleasurably

I bottom him out, sitting against his legs, clenching around him hard

I can't help it, he just feels so good like no one has ever felt before

I'm addicted to him and I don't want to be saved

His hands move to my hips, squeezing soflty as I move my arms around his body, laying my hands flat on his back

I move, rocking and grinding on him, pleasure filling my body

Breaking the kiss, I move my lips to his jaw, pressing kisses along it and down his neck, his soft skin feeling so good under my lips

His hands slide along my thighs and I need more

"Joongie", I whimper against his skin, "Please baby, touch me more"

He groans, his hands sliding up along my hips, dragging up the sides of my body, his fingertips leaving fire in every nerve

I can't stop the moaning in his neck, my own hands feeling along his back, feeling his muscles move

God I love that feeling

His lips press kisses to my neck, right into the spots that feel amazing, making me shiver

"Mmm baby", he murmurs, moving his kisses along my shoulder, his hands now on my back, "I love when your body reacts this way to me. When you tremble and shiver"

"It feels good baby", I say softly, pressing kisses in between words, "I love when your hands are on me"

"Then it's good that I love touching you baby", he answers, "You're pretty soft, smooth skin. You're long soft hair. You're perky ass and boobs. You're pretty body against mine. Fuck jagi, I can spend all day just touching you"

I know what that feels like as I want to touch him all the time

"Don't stop", I whimper

"I won't"

I move my hips faster, throbbing on him, his head against my spot rubbing with each grind against him

Moving my hands on his shoulder, I drag them down his arms feeling the muscles in his upper arms, turning me on so much more

He leans his forehead against mine, his fingers move down one of my arms, taking my hand

He brings my hand up between us, kissing the back of it, then turning my hand over, kissing my palm

I watch him kiss along my fingers ending with a kiss to each of my finger tips

His eyes move back to mine and I see the pure love for me in his eyes, taking my breath away

I move my arm around his neck, crashing my lips to his

His arms wrap around my waist, pulling my body right against his, his skin against mine

I moan in his mouth, feeling him on me, my hips moving faster, bouncing on his cock between rocking on him

He kisses me hard, his tongue playing with mine, my hand in his hair, pulling softly

His hand squeezes my ass as I drop down his cock, hitting my spot, the pleasure so intense as I orgasm

Squeezing and clenching his cock, I swallow his moans, my body shaking against him

When I finish, he leans me back, his arm against my back, holding me up as his lips travel down my neck

His hand slides up my body, from my stomach to in-between my breasts, wrapping around one of them, squeezing softly

His mouth continues going down, his tongue licking to my boob, his mouth wrapping around my nipple as he rolls his hips up, thrusting into me

"Joongie! Oh god!", I cry, feeling so good

His thrusts continue, hitting my spot, his mouth sucking and licking

I grip his upper arms hard, fingers digging in his skin as he gives me so much pleasure

I bounce as best I can on his amazing cock as he moves, getting closer and closer with each stroke

His mouth lets go of my nipple, kissing in between my breasts, sliding to my other boob and latching on to that nipple, sucking hard and fast

It's just what I need as he thrusts up, my body stiffening, moaning him name and coming all over his huge cock

"Hongjoong! Baby fuck"

He moans on my nipple, his eyes closed, arms holding me tightly

As the pleasure tapers off, he turns us, moving me on my back, his hips thrusting into me again

I wrap my legs around his waist as he lays on top of me, lips against mine in a deep kiss, his arms still around me, still holding me against him

As he rolls his hips into me, plunging his cock so deep inside, I lift mine up meeting his thrusts

He takes my hand, lacing our fingers, laying our clasped hands on the bed, squeezing softly

God, he's fucking everything, everything I could ever need and want

And so much more

I love him so fucking much, it's insane

Every move gets me closer, the feel of him opening me, filling me, pleasuring me, so fucking intense

"Hongjoong", I moan

"Cum for me baby", he murmurs

I do, pleasure running all over, squeezing his cock over and over, calling his name softly

"So good jagi", he says softly, "My baby girl. My love"

He moves my arms around his neck, turning me to him, his body against mine

He moves my leg over his hip, holding my thigh tightly as he kisses my lips

I fall into him, into the feeling of his cock plunging inside, still giving me so much bliss

"One more for me jagi", he murmurs before kissing me again

I move my fingers in his hair, tugging softly, pressing down on his cock every time he slides back in

His hand moves down my body, thumb playing with my clit, sending more pleasure through my body

"Yeah baby", he groans between kisses to my neck, "Throb harder for me. Cum on my cock. I need to feel your pussy clench around me"

His thumb flicks my clit just as his head hits my spot, stars blasting in my eyes as I call his name, orgasming

"Yes jagi, Jo, yes", he moans, his face in my neck, sheathing his cock inside me, throbbing, his hot cum filling me to the brim

God it feels so fucking good when he cums, prolonging my pleasure too, both of us shaking in each other's arms

"I love you", I whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead

"I love you", he says, cuddling into me after pulling out, keeping my leg against him

I snuggle against him, wrapping my arms around him, playing with his hair

After a few minutes, I hear his even breathing, realizing he fell asleep

I just smile, kiss his cheek, and keeping him in my arms, I close my eyes, waiting for sleep

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Shutting off the shower, I open the door, grabbing a towel

Hongjoong left already to work on the new songs for the new album

He was so quiet, the only give away that he was leaving was a kiss to my cheek

I woke up like half an hour ago and went right into the shower as my legs were covered in his dry cum

I still need to change the sheets but I'll do that after I make cofee and wake up more

Wrapping the towel around me, I step out of the shower, getting another towel, wrapping it around my hair

Turning to the mirror, I whisper, "What the fuck?"

In the fog on the mirror is the word, "Run" over and over

Like a fucking horror movie

"Hongjoong!", I yell, wondering if he came back and is fucking with me

There's no answer

I open the bathroom door, walking into the bedroom, looking for him

He's not here

Getting my cell phone, I text him, "Where are you?"

Taking my phone in the bathroom, I wipe the mirror then dry myself off and brush my hair

Back in my room, I put on clean pj's, my phone going off

"I'm in the studio jagi. Is everything ok?"

So he's really not here, he didn't write that shit on the mirror

Who the fuck did then?

I'm so not awake for this shit

Coffee first, freak out later

Going down the stairs, I get into the kitchen and start the coffee machine, putting a mug on the counter

Getting my Instagram open, I scroll through my feed as I wait for the coffee

Suddenly I hear a door opening and I turn to the cabinets

Again

One is hanging open again

Hongjoong is not here so I know he's not doing this

Maybe the cabinets are old and need to be fixed?

Just then, the door to the cabinet next to the open one slowly opens

I swallow, the sight and sound of the creaking so creepy

Next the dishwasher opens by itself too

Ok what the fuck?

I go and slam the cabinets closed and close the dishwasher

The coffee machine goes off and I walk back to turn it off

As I reach out for my mug, it starts moving

By itself

I watch in complete shock as the mug slides across the counter top then tumbles over the edge, smashing into pieces on the floor

What the fuck did I just see?

Did that really happen?

No it didn't

There has to be water on the counter and that's why it slid

It didn't do it by itself

Suddenly the refrigerator doors slam open and I shriek, my hand over my heart

Is this...place haunted?

No it can't be

Hongjoong would of told me if it was or if anything weird was happening

Maybe I'm just tired

I suddenly hear a whisper and I whip my head around looking for someone

No one is there

The whispers get louder and a huge weight suddenly falls on my shoulder, like someone is grabbing me

I yell, turning and slapping the air

"What the fuck!", I roar in the empty room, "Who the fuck is there?"

I'm not scared, I'm fucking angry

"Who's there!", I yell, walking around the room

Looking to the hallway, I stop in my tracks, my heart in my throat

A girl is standing on the threshold of the kitchen and the hallway

She's wearing a floor length old timey white dress, her long black hair framing her face

Her dark eyes are piercing, staring right at me, her face stoic

She's taller than me and she's quiet, giving off a menacing vibe

I raise my eyebrows, staring at her back

I wait a minute for her to say something but she doesn't

"Who the fuck are you?", I snap

Why is this girl in my house?

And how did she get in here?

Did she break in?

As she stands there not answering me and pissing me off more, I notice her face changing

Her skin shrivels, her eyes sinking in, her nose falling off

Her lips recede, just her teeth showing

Skin is peeling off her face, her hair falling out in clumps as she becomes more skeletal, the whispers I was hearing before becoming deafening

My mouth drops, shrieking, "What the fuck?"

She smiles then disappears

What the actual fuck?

What was that?

Was that an actual ghost?

It can't be, there can't be a ghost here

Ghosts aren't real, are they?

I'm just tired

I'm imagining things

I have to be

Everything is going perfectly, there cannot be a ghost fucking things up

Maybe it was just a one time thing and it's over now

Shaking my head and shoving the experience out of my head, I go to the closet by the kitchen, taking out the broom to sweep up the broken mug

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