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winterzsurprise · 11 months

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Thirty Minutes || Miguel O'hara

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x F!reader

Summary: After convincing Miguel to take a break from working, he generously granted you thirty minutes with him and you know how you'd spend it.

Words: 1.7k

Tags: NOT BETA READ, smut, rough sex, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, squirting, big dick Miguel, standing sex, deep penetration, fang play, office sex (i guess?)

This is so rushed but he just do things to me. He breathes and I start giggling and twirling my hair. I am so feral for him I'm sorry (not sorry). I swear I'll bring more flavor next time :''DD

forgor to note that the glasses part is heavily inspired by that one scene from a kdrama named "Business Proposal".

hermosa - beautiful || cariño - honey || mi vida - my life || mi amor - my love

Being the leader of the inter-dimensional spider hub, it's expected for Miguel to be drowning with tasks and reports to analyze at any time of day. You accepted that fact when you started dating him on the down low.

You didn't care that he's busy since your time is also taken by fighting crimes and eventual missions. Plus, at the end of the day, the make up sex is godly.

But you find it hard to tolerate it when days and nights blurs without him leaving his office unless he needs to eat and use the bathroom.

Apparently, Jessica has held a few interventions for him with Peter B. and it failed every time. Miguel threw them out and threatened to shut Layla down if she didn't block their access to his office.

Passing by you in the lobby after another mission, Peter B. asked you with a stern look while Mayday babbled, mirroring the seriousness of her dad.

"Please do anything to get him to leave his office. I beg of you."

So after dinner where there's less activities and presence in the hub, you head straight to his office with barely a plan in mind. Clearly confident you'd make the man rest, even for fifteen minutes.

The hatch parts open and you are met by the image of him reading out a report in formal clothing and square glasses, sitting at the edge of the platform. He briefly looked up from the report before returning back to his task.

"Let me guess, Peter sent you here?"

"I heard they've already hosted a couple of interventions and rallies."

Miguel huffed, pitching the bridge of his nose. "Such a waste of time, they could have been in their home world watching over their cities."

"Come on, you know that they're just concerned about you."

"And you're here because you're also concerned?"

You laughed, webbing onto the ceiling and pulling yourself up to land beside him. “Are you really going to act this way, Miguel?”

Miguel didn’t respond, focusing on reading on the report about the paper Doc Ock variant found in Earth 2199 written by the Victorian Spider-Man. You settled on sitting next to him in silence after retracting your suit back.

His subtle glances on your skin tight shorts didn't go unnoticed but you ignored it in favor of

You took the time to observe the man whose bulky body is covered in a simple dress shirt with three buttons down and black pants that complemented the thickness of his thighs. The square glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose only added more flavor to his attire.

He's criminally dashing.

After being away for days to catch an anomaly and crime fighting in your own world, you couldn't ignore the simmering desire bubbling in your abdomen.

How could you not be when your darling looks like a five star Michelin meal in front of you?

Your attention seemed to bother Miguel, who let out a defeated sigh. “Alright, what do you want?”

“I just want to spend time with you, is that so bad?”

Miguel deadpanned at you, seemingly disturbed by the thought before putting the reports down and turning to face you fully with his arms crossed. His eyes scanned your form up and down, letting his head fall back before groaning.

“Alright, I’ll bite. You got thirty minutes.”

You grinned. "That's all I need."

He raised an eyebrow at that but before he could question it, you captured his lips with yours. As if the kiss was a droplet on the water, the ripples caused by the taste of his lips awakened the lust simmering in the pit of your stomach.

His hands found your hips and pulled you close until you rediscovered your rightful seat on his thighs. Rough and calloused touch sneaked past your top and crawled up to the swell of your breast.

Miguel pulled away, removing his glasses—quite erotically—before diving back to lose himself in your lips.

"Is this what you plan on using your thirty minutes for?"

"You know it'll last longer than thirty."

"I doubt that."

His words sent jolts of pleasure down your spine, igniting your nerve endings alight.

"Are you really going to fuck me in your office, boss?"

"Don't 'boss' me, hermosa and you know I'd spread you open no matter the location."

His hands unclasped the front of your bras and spared no time in covering your flesh with his. The rough texture of his palm rubbing against your firm nipples got you moaning, hips twisting in his thighs desperate for stimulation.

Pulling away, Miguel's lips fell to your throat, his tongue roamed the skin above your heartbeat that rose when his razor sharp teeth grazed your flesh, threatening to pierce. With the soft suckles on your neck and the rough massage on your mounds, you were a moaning mess, tugging helplessly on his hair and grinding pathetically on him.

"You're so desperate for me, mi amor. Did you miss me that much?"

"Shut up and just touch me, please."

He groaned, deep. "You sound so adorable when you beg, baby."

He quickly made work of your shirt, tossing it along with your bra before moving to tugging your shorts off. Your hands busies itself with his dress pants, desperate to feel the heat of his skin against your own and to feel the curve of his girth once more.

It didn't take long before you're both naked and bare to anyone who dares enter his chambers. A shrill excitement electrifies your skin at the thought of being caught, the riskiness of being discovered and seen being devoured by the man you love oddly arouses you further.

Though you're sure with how possessive he is, Miguel has already shut the gates to anyone till he's done with you.

But it was an interesting thought to have while his three of his fingers savagely thrusts in and out of your hole, the other hand grounding your hips made it impossible to escape the onslaught of pleasure after pleasure striking your nerves down, you screamed, clawing at his broad back as he fingered you open.

Miguel grunts. "Scream louder for me, mi vida. I want to hear how good I make you feel."

His thumb found your clit and started drawing figures of eight on them, the knot in your abdomen twists tighter as you climb towards your orgasm. There's a wet squelch building up to bounce in the chamber and you flush red yet Miguel took it as a compliment, increasing his speed and curling three fingers upwards more.

Your legs shook violently from where they stood beside his wide thighs before the knot unfurled and you came with a shout, trembling pathetically in his hold. The sudden onslaught of serene euphoria makes you light-headed and you rest your forehead on his shoulder.

He pulled away, choosing to be merciful and let your shaking figure settle down before continuing.

"You didn't squirt? What a shame."

"F-fuck you."

"Don't lie, cariño." There's a grin in his voice as he pulls you flush to him. "I know you like it when I leave you writhing pathetically."

Not sparing any second, he stands up and you wrap your arms around his neck, already sensing his plan as he reaches down to line the tip of dick with your sopping heat. The sensation of his girth so near your entrance re-igniting the suffocating arousal and desire in your body.

"And god, do I miss seeing you cock-drunk and shaking."

Plunging in deep, your mouth falls and you scream. The hilt of his girth grazing your uterus along with the burn of the stretch sparking every nerve endings alight. The familiar feeling of his cock reminding your hole who it belongs to made you feel dizzy, it was too much but it feels so good.

His thrusts are unforgiving, rattling your soul every time his hips collide with yours, leaving you breathless and moaning unintelligible words. His fangs digs into the crook of your neck as he pants and groans into your skin.

The sensation of your pebbled nipples rubbing against his chest sends electric shocks down your spine, adding onto your quick climb to your high.

You could barely make out the Spanish words he's whispering like a prayer, mind fogged with nothing but the pure nirvana he was handing to you.

"Fuck, you feel so good for me. Always so sweet and tight for me, yeah?"

"Yes yes yes…!"

One of his hands grabbed hold of your jaw, forcing you to meet his dark red eyes. "You're not leaving this fucking room until I'm done with you, understand?"

You nod vigorously, wanting nothing but to please him enough to reward you with another orgasm. His lips found your neck once more, nibbling on your skin and teasingly dragging his fangs in his conquest to mark you, which shook you from your stupor, pushing his head away.

"No-not too much. It'll show."

Miguel's eyebrow raised, unfazed. "And?"

"T-they'll find out."

He scoffed. "I don't fucking care. Let them know who fuck you well and bare."

Angling his hips, he grazes a spot and you cry before the next plunge hits it, your legs began to shake around him with every thrust. Tears blurred your vision as pleasure invaded your very being, it didn't take long before you burst in his arms, your arousal painting his clenched stomach.

"That's it. Give it to me."

Ramping his speed, you howled. Pain started to mix with euphoria but you couldn't stop, it's not enough to satiate your famished soul.

"F-fuck…! I-I don't think I can a-anymore."

You squealed at the sharp stinging pain left by his hand on your clit. "You will and I'll make sure of it."

Palming your bead more gently than his savage thrusts, he tightened the coil in your stomach tighter and tighter until it exploded and splattered once more unto his glistening abs, legs writhing helplessly in the air.

With the unbearable tightness of your velvet walls around his dick, Miguel soon followed. Hot liquid arousal painting your insides white with every pulse of his dick. You groaned at the familiar feeling of fullness before wincing at the pain of overstimulation.

Slapping his back, you whined. "I'm so fucking sore and you'll make me walk out by myself. How fucking cruel of you."

Miguel grumbled, catching his breath as he sat you both down on the floor.

"Who said you're leaving, cariño?"

#miguel o'hara x reader one shot #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara imagine #spiderman smut #spiderman fics #marvel smut #marvel fics

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nctstar · 1 year

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payback

You thought about it for a while, then, you flicked your hair behind your shoulders and smirked, much to his dismay. “I’ll take that risk, Jaemin. Anything to prove you wrong.”

pairing: jaemin x fem!reader

word count: 1.0k

genre: smut smut smut no plot minors dni

warnings: everything is consensual (always!) - hard dom!jaemin, overstimulation, manhandling, use of the word whore, somewhat dom (?) reader at the start but not really, people are tied up, oral (male + fem receiving), fingering, spitting in mouth :D do not read if it makes you uncomfy.

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my imagination. I do not know the nct members and do not claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic.

a/n: i know it's filthy. no need to report me i'm already putting myself in smut writer jail.

“Jaeminnn…” you sang, the words slurring and coming out twisted and mixed like you were inebriated. But you were as sharp as an ox. “Get down, baby.” Red painted nails, chipped at the ends, pushed his solid body down to the bed. He toppled, wobbling, his body surrendering to you. His brown eyes never left yours. The air was thick with tension, and as you shuffled forward to the edge of the bed, the top of your knee hit his hard on.

You moaned, wasting no time to scramble over him, grabbing his face to keep it near yours. Your hair tickled the sides of his cheeks, black strands blooming across his skin. He smelt like coffee and shampoo, like he always did. “Fuck, Jaemin. You’re driving me crazy.”

You were met with silence, his stare boring holes into your head. He was trying to intimidate you, and, if you were going to be honest, it was kind of working. Your heart fluttered, but you gulped, quickly swallowing any chance of giving him the satisfaction of seeing you tremble before him. Your hormones raging, you were on an uncontrollable high, so strong it made the room spin and the air prickle your skin like feathery kisses. You leant down, letting the softness of your lips drag across the tip of his nose and the skin of his mouth. He didn’t move.

“Fine. Have it your way.”

Soon you were pumping him up and down, a mixture of your spit and his precum dripping all over the front of his pants. Jaemin was frowning, the occasional gasp escaping him, as he tried so hard to resist you. He had promised you that he wouldn’t break under your touch, that only HE could make YOU feel that way. And you were desperate to prove him wrong.

When you gagged around his thick length, you almost missed his hands entangled in your hair, shoving you deeper and deeper, using you at an unforgivable pace like he always did. You heard him swear, and finally, after what seemed like ages and no time simultaneously, he came.

“Good job, baby.” To the sound of your raspy voice, he grunted, his face undecipherable still. “Still gonna keep you tied up for me. Gonna clean you up later.”

“Y/n.” He finally spoke, and you almost had a physiological reaction to the sound of his voice, your stomach suddenly dropping in anticipation. You knew that tone – it was a warning.

You thought about it for a while, then, you flicked your hair behind your shoulders and smirked, much to his dismay. “I’ll take that risk, Jaemin. Anything to prove you wrong.”

∞

You definitely should not have done that.

“Fuck, fuck, Jaemin, please, please…” Tears streamed down your face as you felt his long digits drag in and out of you at dizzying speeds. “I can’t…I can’t do it again. No, please…”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “You sure, gorgeous?”

He stopped, bringing his now soaked fingers to your lips. You whimpered, pulling your face away slightly. He tapped you gently on the side of your lips, and you looked into his eyes. You knew better than to disobey.

He always went all the way, not satisfied until he heard you struggling. “Good girl.” Fuck, that was your kryptonite, and he knew it.

Chuckling, he started kissing down your bare chest, making you arch off the bed, obscene sounds coming out of your mouth now. “Not so fiery now, are we? We surrendering to Jaemin now?”

“Nghhh…” he slipped his fingers out, and you gasped, engulfing air with each breath. “Please, Jaemin, I didn’t mean to make you-“

You didn’t get to finish, as he plunged straight back into you core, this time with his tongue. You screamed, trying to wriggle out of his iron grip on your thighs. “Oh my god, oh my god,” you cried. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…I’ll never…fuck…no…” You starting crying again from the overstimulation, feeling your core reach climax again. “Fuck, I can’t cum again, fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

He pulled away at the last second, much to your shock. You felt like passing out, body fluids everywhere, your body singed with lustful heat. “Jaemin-ah…” you sobbed, “Please…”

“Please what, my love? Don’t you think it’s fair, that I also get to tie you up and belittle you and make you cum? Hmm?”

“Jaemin, please. This is my fifth time in a row-“

“Shhh…” his fingers pressed against your lips. “You know what to say to make it all stop.”

You contemplated using the safe word, but you knew why you hadn’t used it yet.

He grabbed the sides of your face, making you yelp at the sudden rough handling. “Open up.”

“Jaemin-“

“I’m not hearing another word unless it’s THAT word. You understand? I’m tired of your crying and whining. Stupid whore. I know you wanted this all along, now, didn’t you?”

You opened wide for him, and he spat in your open mouth. “Be good for me and stay still for the next little bit.”

“Ah, Jaemin, please,” You knew what was going to happen now, his hard-on slapping against your bare stomach. “You’re too big and I’m too sensitive, fuck.”

He chuckled. “You’re so cute when you’re cock drunk, y/n.” He aligned himself with your entrance, and began his intrusion slowly but confidently, like he knew exactly where he was going.

“Jaeminnn…” your voice slurred like before, when you were teasing him for fun, but now it was just because he was right – you were truly drunk on him.

As your walls struggled and fluttered around his brutal girth, choked moans deflating you of any stamina or energy, the little ball of pleasure in the pit of you core bursting again with an agonising determination, you realised something - the one thing bringing you back to him every single time.

Na Jaemin was sadistically good at this game – this little payback game. And you didn’t mind losing every single time.

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captainmalewriter · 9 months

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Hey, I think I found one of your capsules, it's orange with a gold ring, I was walking alone in the middle of the night coming back from work, when I heard something falling, inside a dark alley, when I went to look, there was only this capsule on the floor, I swear I didn't open it, when I took it, the package opened by accident.

Congratulations, you found my missing orange with a gold ring capsule! Here's what happened when you found it...

It was certainly strange to find some plastic toy capsule laying in the middle of a dark alley. You went to have a look for yourself and were in awe when you found a capsule with a glimmering gold ring on it! At first you assumed it was just a cheap, plastic ring, but something about its golden sheen seemed a little too real to be fake... You decided to take it home with you, but the moment you picked it up, it opened by itself.

Your jaw dropped as the opening pop echoed throughout the empty alley. The bottom half of the capsule fell to the ground while the top half was still in your hand. You didn't think the capsule would be so fragile. Thankfully, nothing dangerous jumped out of the capsule the moment it opened. You sighed a breath of relief as a result. You looked inside the capsule half you were holding and found nothing but air inside. The other half of the prize ball had rolled next to your feet. You could see something glimmering inside of it. You bent down and picked it up. Inside of it was a pair of gold hoop earrings!!

You gasped at the sight of them. Wasting no time, you quickly pulled them out and discarded the capsule. You then ran to a nearby street light to inspect them closely. As far as you could tell, they seemed like they were real gold! However, you also weren't much of a jewelry guy, so you knew you'd need a professional opinion to be 100% sure.

But just as you were about to turn around to leave, you felt a sudden impulse to put on the earrings. You didn't have pierced ears, nor have you ever really wanted to get them pierced. Yet, as you held the golden hoops, all you could think about was putting them on. You took a second look at them and noticed that despite looking like they were made out of real gold, they were clip-on earrings! Learning that made you grin. Without further hesitation, you decided to put them on. You clipped a ring onto each ear and immediately felt the added weight on your ears. It was a strange, new feeling you had never experienced before, but even though you couldn't see yourself, you loved the way it felt to have them on. They felt right at home on your ears.

As you stood on the sidewalk basking in a moment of self-admiration, the magic embedded within the gold earrings got it work. It activated the moment you put on the earrings. The gold earrings started transforming you into their former owner. All of the muscle groups in your body tightened until you had a muscular yet slim physique. Blotches of black ink formed underneath your skin, shaping and reshaping themselves until they formed intricate tattoos that covered the upper half of your torso. Your lips became fuller, giving you a pair of voluptuous lips that would leave anyone who saw them begging for a kiss. Even the body fat you had in your face seemingly melted away, leaving behind a sharp jawline that could cut an apple with its well defined contours. Thanks to the golden earrings, you had become the epitome of male beauty with your masculine yet well-groomed looks.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. While your body was being magically transformed by the gold earrings, all you felt was some slight nausea. Thankfully, after some deep breathing, the nausea went away.

"I am Bryan Yang... I'm 26 years old, and I'm a male model... I workout six times a week, and I always hold myself to high expectations by setting the example of what a man should be... I am young, I am hot, and I need everyone to know it...!"

You repeated that short mantra to yourself over and over again. At first, it felt weird saying those words. It was as if you were being forced to say you were Bryan Yang. However, the more you repeated it, the more real it felt. Your brain had been rewired to take on the identity of the guy who used to own those gold earrings. You are Bryan Yang, you have always been Bryan Yang, and you will always be Bryan Yang.

That last thought made a smile grow across your face. But it wasn't just any smile, it was the smirk of a cocky motherfucker who knew he was hot and wasn't afraid to show it off. You flexed your jacked arms and gave your rock hard bicep a kiss. You then left the dark alleyway with a confident stride in your step, ready to claim your place as the world's hottest man.

But just before you left, you realized you almost forgot one important thing. You walked back to where you discarded the toy capsule. Once you found it, you squatted down and flipped over the halves. In doing so, one more gold ring fell out. Just like earrings, this third ring also belonged to old Bryan Yang. But unlike the first two rings, this one wasn't meant to be worn on the ears. No, this gold ring was a cock ring.

You smirked as you held the gold cock ring in your hand. It looked like the one you used to own, it had your initials engraved on it too. But just to be sure, you decided to try it on right then and there. You unzipped your jeans and let your cock and balls flop out. Your balls were hanging low, likely due to the fact that they were filled with your spunk just waiting to be shot out. You gave your soft dick a few pumps until it started getting hard. Soon enough, your cock stood tall at a cool 7 inches with some nice girth to match too. You grinned, even your manhood was perfect.

You slowed down the speed of your strokes as you slipped the cock ring on. You moaned as the ring squeezed past your sensitive cock head and started sliding down the length of your member. You moved the gold ring down until it sat at the base of your cock, resting against your trimmed bush of black pubic hair. You then continued jerking off with the cock ring hugging your dick. With the ring on, your already well-endowed dick grew to 7.75 inches with some extra width too. You grunted as you thrusted your cock into your hand. Your engorged dick was ready to burst with cum, but you abstained from finishing. After all, you needed to save your load for the lucky soul you were about to bless in bed. You took the ring off your cock, zipped up your jeans, and left into the dark of night, ready to give someone the time of their life as the fiendishly handsome and arrogant Bryan Yang.

Hope you enjoy the new body prize you won from finding my lost capsule!

#male body swap #male body switch #male transformation #permanent change #clothing tf #male shapeshift #toy capsule stories

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luna-writes-stuff · 6 months

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Wasting Love, Kirk Hammett

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Fanfic, fem! reader

Angst, bittersweet pining

Word count: 4269

Tw: mention of sex, groupies, that rockstar life™ etc. You also kind of sleep around so maybe kind of OOC to you, but the whole song is about one night stands and sex that doesn’t involve feelings, so cry about it <3 For a fic about sex, it sure lacks actual sex and smut. This is just angst revolving around sex, so I’m sorry to my horny readers :( Mentions of drugs/being drugged (doesn’t happen in the story, but it gets mentioned) and use of alcohol. Swearing, Luna’s favourite swear word fuck <3

Summary: Touring with Metallica brought unnecessary talks about groupies and their nights spent together. And it shouldn’t have bothered you, had you not been head over heels for Kirk. When you see him sneaking out of an hotel room one night, you finally break.

Buy me a coffee/force me to write more

“Maybe one day I'll be an honest man. Up 'til now I'm doing the best I can.”

There were so many great things about touring with Metallica: you saw a little bit of the world, met many amazing fans, had fun company and you didn’t have to pay for much. It did come as a plus that you had known James as long as you had. He had, after all, been the one who had managed to get you to be the one to tune the guitars, basses and make sure their amplifiers were working correctly. It was a job that technically only had to be done 2 to 3 hours before the band had to go up on stage, so there was plenty of time for you to enjoy your time in a new city.

The single awful thing about travelling with Metallica: learning a lot more about their private life than you would have actually liked. It was no secret that rockstars had their local groupies, but the time spent with them would continue to baffle you. The worst part of it all were the ineffable feelings that had begun to grow towards a certain guitarist. You didn’t know if he was oblivious or did it out of spite (which would have been way worse), but each time you couldn’t come on the bus or knock on hotel doors because of… well, activities, your heart broke a little bit more.

You should have anticipated this from the start. James had kindly warned you about it, which had been an awkward conversation at first, but you truly thought you could handle it. But when they weren’t busy, they were talking about their nights, bragging about it as if you weren’t sitting right there. What hadn’t helped the situation was that James knew about your whole situation, so the usual comments he’d throw towards his band members had lessened significantly. Especially when Kirk had something to throw in.

“Long roads, long days. Of sunrise to sunset, of sunrise to sunset.”

You had been good friends with all of them for years, so they never really considered you as an outsider to their conversations. Initially, it had led to great talks, but now all they really brought was sorrow. And Kirk seemed perfectly happy in his situation, often talking about how this was so much better than a relationship, because no feelings could be hurt. After that, you could never really find it in yourself to find a move on him.

So, you let yourself get caught up in their lives too. After all, with the involvement the band gave you, many fans had laid their eyes on you as well. If they could find their joy and liberty in sex, you might as well. No feelings attached, just brief hook-ups and nights spent in other hotel rooms. You didn’t know what hurt most: the fact you found little relief in it, or the fact no one seemed bothered you had been sleeping around. When you casually mentioned it once, the band seemed to almost cheer for you, claiming it was good that you found some pleasure as well. You had hoped for that slight shift in Kirk’s posture, or a tiny twitch in his eyes, but nothing.

James hadn’t talked with you about it. He just figured you had moved on. In all honesty, he was too busy as well to properly have a conversation about emotions, actions and feelings. You didn’t want to burst his bubble.

“Dream on, brothers, while you can. Dream on, sisters, I hope you find the one.”

Thus, you continued the tour as you usually did. Some days you’d hang out with the band, other days you’d discover cities on your own. Besides your pining, you and Kirk had been close friends as well, so it wasn’t unusual for you to go to bars together or explore backstreets with just the two of you. But the longer the tour wore on, the more uncomfortable it had gotten. Ever since you had shared your experiences, it seemed to only fuel their… private talks. None showed shame in it, and none noticed that that fake laugh you had been putting up was getting weaker by the day.

You didn’t know how many weeks you had been on tour now or how many shows had been played. You didn’t even really know in which city you were, nor who was the name of the person in the bed next to you. When you had gotten changed and realised they were still sleeping, you couldn’t even tell what time it had been.

You had stumbled out of the unknown hotel room, hair messy and clothes lazily thrown on. It wasn’t as if you were going to run into anyone important during this hour. Except, it did.

By the time you rounded the corner, you found Kirk sneaking out of another room, seemingly in a similar state to what you had been in. Your heart shattered all over again at the sight, but you swallowed it down. When he noticed you, he fumbled with his pants, giving you a goofy grin and a short wave. You hadn’t even noticed you had frozen, your eyes glued on the red marks on his neck. However, you snapped out of it quickly, copying his wave before walking the other way. You couldn’t recall where your room was. You didn’t really want to find it now. Somehow, that sheer sight managed to get you more worked up than it should have.

“All of our lives, covered up quickly. By the tides of time.”

The elevator took too long to reach your floor, so you opted for the stairs after waiting for a full five seconds. All you really wanted to do right now is find a secluded space where you could just sink to the ground and cry. For a really long time.

The only logical place in your head ran to the lobby downstairs. They would have enough bathroom stalls for you to simply collapse there and have a good crying session. When you were done, you could recollect your thoughts. The idea of it sounded so nice. However, by the time you came downstairs, you were simply too exhausted to do anything else but collapse on the nearest chair and just stare blankly at the wall. It was still dark outside, the only thing illuminating the streets being the streetlights and occasional cars. You only saw them from the corner of your eyes, your head still straight towards the empty green wall in front of you.

You could have sat there for hours, and you wouldn’t have known. It probably wasn’t. When you were done staring, you spotted a clock, seeing the pointers on two and six. You didn’t reach the hotel until one, so you couldn’t have sat there for hours. It felt like it, though.

You didn’t want to move. Not really. You just felt incredibly numb now. You should have just mentioned everything at the beginning. You shouldn’t have been such a pussy and should have made a move years ago. You shouldn’t have joined this tour. You could have known this going into it. It was a mistake. This was terrible.

“Spend your days full of emptiness. Spend your years full of loneliness.”

In a fit of frustration, you throw the heels in your hands across the room, sick and tired of holding them the entire time. You watched as they bounced on the floor, before coming to halt in an almost cinematic shot. When they stilled, your hands balled up into fists. These heels were gorgeous to look at. You remembered picking them out this night. They went perfect with your outfit and simply looked stunning. You remembered the reason why you had put them on: you were going to a bar with the band. And you looked breathtaking. These were the heels that seemed to ooze sex and ask for attention. Of course these had to be the heels you had worn for him. He had told you how much he loved them when starting the tour. When unpacking your wardrobe, he had casually wandered in and went through your shoes, and these were the ones special enough for him to mention. You had worn them for him. And he left with some chick, leaving you wallowing in self pity in the bed of a stranger.

Fuck those heels.

You couldn’t even properly formulate why it had devastated you as much as it had. He didn’t seem interested in you, so you began to pick up on his lifestyle. You hadn’t even done it in an effort to make him jealous or glue his eyes to you - no; you simply needed the distraction from him. And you were so convinced you were going to find it in the bed of another, but you didn’t.

All his stupid fault. No one told him he had to be so damn desirable and kind. In all truth, you were convinced he couldn’t even see how much it bothered you. You couldn’t tell if that made him a bad friend, or you a bad friend. Probably both. All you knew was that, if it wasn’t for him, you’d be perfectly happy where you were.

“Wasting love, in a desperate caress. Rolling shadows of nights.”

The longer you remained stuck on your own thoughts, the harder it became to suppress the huge lump in your throat. The urge to cry resurfaced, and you could have cursed yourself for getting so wound up for some guy.

The tears had already gathered in your eyes as you scanned the room, looking for anyone nearby. When you couldn’t find them, the first drop fell down. Resting your elbows on your knees, you leaned forward, sobbing into your hands, repeatedly muttering the word ‘stupid’.

All you really felt now was just anguish, pain, anger and embarrassment. A silent longing for home filled you as you mourned the comfort of your own bed, and the hugs of those you couldn’t take on tour with you. You could use a hug from anyone who had nothing to do with Metallica.

But fate wouldn’t have you sit there weeping on your own. During the tour, you had felt truly secluded when you needed company, but the one moment you simply wished to be alone, you wouldn’t be.

“Dream on, brothers, while you can. Dream on, sisters, I hope you find the one.”

You hadn’t heard him walking down the stairs nor had you heard the sound of the elevator, but you could feel his presence suddenly beside you. And his stupid cologne. That damn thing never seemed to wear off.

You looked up at him in a mixture of annoyance and sadness, holding your hands flat out, not trusting your voice to speak for you. His face softened as he noticed your tear-stained cheeks and red eyes, kneeling down to come eye level with you. The gesture made your heart flutter, even when you least wanted him to be there.

“What are you doing here?” He asked confused, though his voice was gentle all the same. You snorted unflatteringly, simply not caring for his opinion now. “Couldn’t find my room.” You shrugged, wiping stray tears off your face. Then, your eyes fell on your knees, refusing to meet his eyes.

Kirk was silent for a while, one of his hands resting on your thighs, the notion nearly lighting your skin on fire. “You okay?” He questioned, rubbing the skin soothingly. Successfully catching your attention, your eyes met his once more. When you didn’t answer him, he frowned, now looking at your face as if he was searching: “Did he drug you or something?”

Curse him to be concerned when you just wanted to shout at him. You didn’t have the energy to do it, though. He just needed to leave you alone. “No. I’m fine.” You answered, hoping it was enough to get him to leave.

It wasn’t.

“All of our lives, covered up quickly. By the tides of time.”

“You sure?” He went on, his hand leaving your thigh; a touch you didn’t know you would miss so soon. He forced a small smile, trying to lighten the situation: “I don’t know about you, but I usually don’t cry after sex.”

Yes, well, it didn’t lighten everything. It made it worse. The remark came as a dull stab in the heart to you, and you couldn’t suppress the hidden mumble under your breath. “Yeah, you wouldn’t.”

Thankfully, he didn’t catch that. And if he did, he didn’t respond to it. “I’m not drugged,” You assured him. “And I’m not drunk.” “You did drink a lot.” Kirk countered, though the humour had vanished from his face when you didn’t laugh at his remark. You’d always laugh at his words, even if they weren’t that funny. His words didn’t try to make fun of the situation anymore. It was genuine worry now.

“Trust me, it wore off.” You dismissed, running a hand through your hair as you forced yourself to sit upright. Kirk stood up as you did so, holding his hand out in front of him, ready to catch you if you were to fall. When you didn’t, he looked around before looking back at you: “I’m gonna get you something to drink,” Then, he pointed to your seat. “Stay here.”

He took off to the nearest vending machine, fishing for some loose change in his barely buttoned up pants. “Kirk, I’m fine.” You called after him, but he waved his hand in a dismissive manner, now typing in a number. You simply watched him do so, your face set in a scowl as you whispered a hushed ‘fuck you’.

“Sands are flowing and the lines are in your hand. In your eyes I see the hunger, and the desperate cry that tears the night.”

He returned with a bottle of water, handing it you as you begrudgingly opened it and began to drink. “You have room 403,” Kirk’s voice called as he sat down next to you. “You’re next to James, who has 405, and opposite of me: 402.” You just hummed at him, no longer interested to hold another conversation with him. You just wanted to curl up in a warm bed that wasn’t shared with anyone.

“That bad of a night, huh?” He commented as you gave him the half-finished bottle. “It’s not funny.” You deadpanned, doing your best to keep your breathing steady as you stood up. Again, Kirk tried to loosen the tension, though unsuccessfully: “Trust me, I know.” He stood up with you, his eyes still on your figure. You gave him a slight side-eye, shaking your head: “Yeah, I don’t think you do.”

Unsure of what to answer to that, he simply decided to follow you to the elevator. You didn’t speak to him during the short walk through the hall. You always talked with him. Any moment you could, really. It’s why he liked hanging around you so much. Even as you halted in front of the elevator doors, you said nothing.

“Are you alright?” Kirk tried again. “Like, really?” Inhaling sharply, you forced the newly formed tears back, the question cutting you so deeply, you had to do your best to not fall apart right there and right then. “Absolutely not.” You answered honestly, giving him a sarcastic grin before glueing your eyes on the pending floors above the elevator doors. Floor seven. It would take some time before it would get to the lobby.

Again, his hand found your skin, now softly settling on your shoulder. You now noticed he had carried your heels in his other hand, the shoes dangling from them in some sort of sick poetic way. “You know you can talk to me, right?” He went on, new words that pierced through you. But, once more, you forced yourself to keep it together, instead widening your eyes slightly as you spoke mocking words to yourself, aloud: “Oh, that couldn’t be further from the truth.” “That’s bullshit,” Kirk countered. “You can tell me anything.”

Turning around sharply, you pointed your finger at him, the gesture causing his grip to falter on you: “I don’t have to tell you jack shit.” Holding his hands up in defense, his eyebrows furrowed together. “What did I do?” “Nothing,” You replied quickly, unable to resist the slight choke in your voice as a stray tear slipped down your cheek. “You did absolutely nothing. You’re so fucking perfect, how could you ever do something wrong?”

“Spend your days full of emptiness. Spend your years full of loneliness.”

The furrow in his eyebrows left, now slightly raised in concern:“Are you sure you’re not drunk?” A painful smile etched upon your face at that, speaking a little inside prayer of relief as the elevator doors finally opened. “Fuck you, Hammett.” You muttered, stepping into the cabin, reaching for the ‘close doors’ button. When they began to slide, Kirk’s hand quickly shot between them, forcing the doors back open: “No, wait.”

You tried your best to ignore him, a pounding headache already forming in agony. “Hey,” He spoke gently. “At least let me walk you to your room. I’m going that way, anyway.” “No offense, but I’d rather be alone now.” You denied, furiously rubbing the tear from your face. At the notion, you could see his expression change slightly. You didn’t want him to feel sorry feel you, but something in his eyes simply made you melt on the spot. “I don’t think that is a great idea.” He offered, holding out his hand again to stall the elevator. Now, annoyance came back into your system.

“Smell my breath, Kirk,” You spoke angrily, blowing breath his way. “There is no more liquor on my tongue. In fact, there are all kinds of things on my tongue now that I couldn’t even taste any alcohol even if I were to throw up. Some trust would look great on you.” “I trust you,” He persuaded, ignoring your innuendo as he stepped into the elevator. “Drunk or not, if you collapse onto the floor for whatever reason, I don’t like to leave you there.”

You crossed your arms at his words, slightly moved by it, but not enough to let all that anguish fade. “How romantic.” You mumbled sarcastically, watching him punch in the number to your floor. Maybe it was for the best he was so adamant on joining you. You didn’t know what floor your room was on.

“Wasting love, in a desperate caress. Rolling shadows of nights.”

Floor eleven. Your room was on floor eleven. The silence was deafening. You didn’t know what you preferred: his constant worrying or the space you were in right now. It was on floor three when you couldn’t handle it anymore.

Without any warning, a choked sob escaped you as new tears escaped your eyes. God, you hated being in the same elevator as him after finding him in the situation he was in only minutes ago. He was the one who could cheer you up, but at the moment, he was doing nothing but ruining you and he didn’t even know it.

Alerted by your sudden sobbing, he turned to face you. “Hey, it’s okay.” He tried to soothe, walking up to you as he pulled you into his arms. The action was enough to cause you to break down even more. It simply felt so right - so comfortable. “No, it’s not,” You wept into his shirt. “I don’t think it will be.” His hands found your back, rubbing soothing patterns onto it. You hated all of it. You hated how much you longed for it.

“You're worrying me now,” He spoke, his head resting atop yours as you gripped onto his shirt tightly. His heart had begun to sink as his head started to assume the worst case scenarios. What could have possibly happened that had shaken you up this much? There were enough things he could think of and none of them were pleasant. “What’s going on with you?”

“Spend your days full of emptiness. Spend your years full of loneliness.”

You tried to calm yourself down, forcing you out of his hold as you stared at the ceiling, sniffling desperately. “Sleeping around is awful.” You confessed, a heavy sigh escaping your throat at the words, your eyes casting back down in front of you. Kirk hummed at your words, nodding in understanding: “Sometimes.” “No; all of the time,” You protested, rubbing your hands over your arms in anxiety. “It feels good for five seconds, if I even get that, and then it’s just humiliation and embarrassment.”

He didn’t know what to say about that. Sure, he has had terrible experiences, but he would be lying if he said he hated all of them. “I’m sorry,” He offered, feeling genuine remorse for you. You knew it was genuine. You knew him good enough to know when he was lying or not. And even though he was the main cause for your sadness, he was also one of your closest friends. And you needed someone to talk to: “I just want the distraction.”

You didn’t look at him as you said that, but you could feel his gaze change into that of remorse. The way he had looked at you earlier was in worry. Now, he just felt sorry for you. Both of them were appreciated. And they both amplified your emotions.

“I want to go home,” You finally sighed as the elevator reached the eleventh floor. “I can’t do this.” Stepping out of the cabin, you could hear Kirk halting for a second before he followed you. From here, it was easy to read the numbers. 388. 390. 392. You knew your room was close.

“Wasting love, in a desperate caress. Rolling shadows of nights.”

“Are you sure?” Kirk asked, his voice more quiet than it had been earlier. You didn’t know what to make of it. “No,” You answered honestly, grabbing the blank key card from your pocket as you reached door 403. “But the last past days have just been getting worse and worse, and I don’t think I can-“ Your voice hitched as you forced the sob down, now opening your door. You wanted to tell him. You needed to tell him. Even if he would hate it. And you were too caught up in your sadness to think straight now: “I don’t think I can spend another day watching you bang some chick and pretend it doesn’t hurt.”

Moments of silence passed as you almost watched Kirk shut down. He didn’t move, he didn’t say anything. His expression didn’t change. There was nothing in his features that could make you decipher any sort of reaction to what you had just said. And it broke your heart into a million little pieces.

Grabbing your heels from his absent hands, you threw it in your hall, your expression softening: “It’s not your fault, Kirk,” You tried to reassure. “You’re famous, enjoy it. I hope you find someone some day.”

But, once more, there was nothing you could see on him that made loose any sort of reaction. You just nodded at him, a sorrowful smile forcing its way up: “We never had this conversation. Ignore me for all I care. I’m going home tomorrow.” And with that, you closed the door, leaving him out there. The second the securing of the lock was heard, you threw your head against the wall. In any scenario you had imagined yourself confessing to him, you would have never expected him to freeze. And somehow, that was the worst reaction.

“Spend your days full of emptiness. Spend your years full of loneliness.”

Emotionlessly, you sauntered to the bed in the middle of the room, throwing your body onto it, no longer finding any energy to change or even just get your clothes off. Everything felt heavy. Your eyes were glued to the lights outside, unable to do anything but simply stare.

A hesitant knock brought you back to reality, followed by a muffled voice: “Don’t go tomorrow.” You didn’t have anything left in you that told you to cry at his voice. Perhaps that was for the best. Swallowing thickly, you filled the silence in the room: “Why?” Another beat of silence. This one longer than the previous one. “I’ll miss you.”

You closed your eyes, trying to convince yourself that leaving was definitely for the best. It was. “You can always call me.” You proposed weakly. You were so tired. So tired, yet not tired enough to sleep. Staring would have to do. “Would you answer?” You didn’t respond to that.

“Please, stay.” Once more, you didn’t answer. You couldn’t. It was almost as if your voice had simply failed on you. All you could really do was stare.“Just for one more day.”

When he realised he wasn’t getting an answer, he nodded, even though you couldn’t see his face. “Okay,” He tried to understand. Then, he grabbed the second key card to his room, leaning down to slide it under the door. You could hear the shuffling, and through the neon lights from outside, you could see the key card making its way into your hall. “In case you want to talk.” He offered. Another beat of silence, followed by a sigh you could hear from your bed.

“Goodnight.”

“Wasting love, in a desperate caress. Rolling shadows of nights.”

#November writings 2023 #Metallica #Kirk Hammett #kirk hammett x reader #James hetfield

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lauriegraham01 · 9 months

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girl next door

pairings: ethan morgan x vampire!reader, sarah x reader (platonic), gn!reader

summary: after spending more time with ethan, reader wonders if what she feels for him pushes the boundaries of friendship. fluff/kissing, idiots in love. set in summer break during college.

wc: 2,432

a/n: i'll create a masterlist once i've published 5-10 fics seeing as this is a multifandom acc, hope u enjoy this is my longest fic to date. mbav has always been a comfort show of mine and i love ethan <3

Summer vacation had brought winds of change in Whitechapel. After an eventful year together of dealing with the supernatural, we hoped for the chance to unwind a summer away from monsters and college.

You and Sarah had got a job as servers at the local diner and were so excited to be working together. Sometimes after your shift you'd go out to find a bite, hoping to find something that could satisfy your appetites. Afterwards, the whole gang would get together and find something to do for that day. However, most days you'd swing by Ethan's place after work hoping to spend more quality time with him one-on-one. He'd been working as a counselor at the local science camp and you'd help him make up activities to do with the children the following day. Other days the two of you would waste the afternoon away at the pool or on his couch with movie marathons. You'd leave his place around dinnertime, not wanting to seem rude for not having an appetite for Mrs. Morgan's cooking, and you'd walk back home. Later on in the night, the two of you would talk on the phone well into the night.

However, the two of you spending more time together didn't go unnoticed- especially by Sarah.

“Y’know I understand if you’re not ready to go public about you and Ethan but I mean c'mon. Y/n, c’mon, I'm your best friend you could’ve at least told me!”

Sarah had manage to bring up the topic as you told her about your plans to hangout with Ethan that night.

"Sarah, what are you even saying?” Letting out an amused laugh as you wipe down the counter that separated the two of you.

“Benny called me complaining about how he never gets to hang out with Ethan anymore ever since you and Ethan started going out or whatever."

"Oh that is so not- look Ethan and I aren't dating!"

"Look I don’t care that you’re dating Ethan, congratulations- but the fact that I had to hear it from Benny is seriously messed up.” Sarah huffed as she feigned a look of hurt.

“Sarah, Ethan and I are NOT dating. We just hang out a lot, that's all but that doesn’t mean we’re dating.”

“Uh-huh" Raising her eyebrows at me not even the slightest bit convinced.

“I swear!” You raise your arms defensively.

“Look, I knew it was only a matter of time and honestly I’m surprised it even took this long.”

“What do you mean?” You shift your full attention to her, setting the towel in your hand down.

“What do I mean? Y/n I may be dead but I’m not dumb. Anyone with a brain can see that you and Ethan are totally in love with each other and have been for years.” She smiled knowingly at you.

“We are not in love with each other."

"Bullshit."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes! Remember how crushed Ethan was when you were dating that frat guy and how he was there to help you through that mess?"

"He was just being a good friend."

"He drove down to New York for the weekend just so that you wouldn't feel alone."

The two of you just stared at each other, the memories from that weekend replaying back in your mind. It had come as a surprise when Ethan knocked on you dorm door with a bag full of your favorite snacks in hand. He had heard from Sarah about your breakup and didn't tell anyone about the drive he made to you, not wanting to ruin the surprise. The two of you spent that weekend wasting away eating junk food and watching movies in your bed as he offered his full support in your emotional state.

“Look, I'm not sure he even likes me, Sarah. For all I know he just sees me as a really good friend and wants nothing more than a friendship. Plus I’m a vampire, who knows if he’ll even want to be with me considering that he’ll get older and move on in his life, but there’s only so much ‘growing’ I can do before I have to start over again. At the end of the day I’ll just be seventeen forever.”

Letting out a defeated sigh, Sarah looked at you with a blank stare, she understood where you were coming from, your fears reflecting much of her own. Despite her empathy, she was determined to not let you sabotage an opportunity at being happy.

“Y/N, I understand your fears. Trust me, no one gets it more than I do," reaching across the counter she places a sympathetic hand on top of yours. "but I know Ethan."

"He’s been in love with you since like the day he met you and I swear I've seen him fall in love with you more every day. I can't tell you that it'll be easy or uncomplicated but I do know that if I were you- I'd take the risk. Cause thinking about the 'what if's' are more tormentful than any rejection could be.”

As her words sank in, flashes of some of the best memories between you and Ethan flashed into your mind. All the adventure spent fighting the supernatural together, movie marathons, high school dances, how much it hurt to move away for college, the holidays spent together, and the parties you've dragged him to. You loved every moment spent with him - both the mundane and the momentous. Maybe you had been denying your feelings for Ethan all these years, probably due to fear but what fun is life playing it safe? Whatever problems that would arise you would deal with them one at a time. The truth sank in heavily within you- it's been Ethan all along, and you were too blind to have seen that before.

Reaching over the counter, you catch Sarah off guard as you smush her into a bear hug.

"Thank you." You muffled into her hair. With that you untie your apron tossing it behind the counter as you grab your bag in a hurry.

“Call me tonight and tell me everything!” Sarah called out as you made your way out of the diner. The walk to Ethan's seemed to be eternal- thoughts racing with each step you took. The closer the view of his house appeared, the more your nerves consumed you. Letting a deep breath in, you let a shaky exhale before knocking on his front door.

“Coming!” You heard him shout from inside, his footsteps becoming echoing loudly as he raced down the stairs before hurriedly opening the door.

“Oh, hey y/n! I didn’t know you were coming by today, my folks just left so we have the house to ourselves if you wanna keep watching X-Men First Class.”

As he smiled back at you sort of breathless from running down the stairs, you tried to savor this moment, in case it was the last one you had of him from before things could change.

"Actually I was wondering if we could talk.”

His eyebrows furrowed at the question as he was caught off guard.

“Uh y-yeah sure c’mon in.” He stuttered, nerves beginning to settle within him from your serious manner.

As you make your way inside the house you make your way up to his room with Ethan right behind you. As he shuts the door to his bedroom he takes note of the way you pace back and forth across his room.

“So what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?” He said as he sat on the edge of his bed. You come to a halt in front of him and stare at him for a couple of seconds. He flashed a nervous smile and it dawned on you how off-putting this must be for him to see you so worked and not knowing why. You flash him a just as equally nervous smile before stepping over to his bed and sitting to where you were facing him.

“Ethan, we've been friends for a while now and recently we've been spending even more time with each other than usual. While I enjoy our time together, I’m afraid I haven’t been completely honest with you-”

“Okay if this is about all the superhero movies we watch, we can watch something else. I'm totally fine with that." He blurts out cutting me off mid sentence.

"And we don’t have to keep building lego sets either if that’s what this is about.” He looked up at you with the most gleaming apologetic eyes ever which only made the nerves within your stomach intensify.

“No Ethan look-”

��We can do other things too. We can do cool things. We can take a road trip together out of town or go out clubbing more. Whatever it is y/n, I don't care I just wanna spend more time with you.”

“Ethan, I don’t care what it is that we do together!” I blurt out rather loudly taken both of us aback at how loud the statement came.

“Wait you don't?” Ethan's face scrunched in confusion.

“No Ethan! I don't give a shit what we do as long as we’re together because I don’t ever wanna stop seeing you because I like you!” The confession slips out of your mouth in one hurried breath and you catch your breath as you cautiously await Ethan's reaction.

Shock plagues Ethan before confusion settles deep within him. Surely you didn't just confess that you liked him? There must be some sort of mistake.

“Wait, you like me? Like, like me?”

“Yes you dumbass. I like like you." You rolled your eyes and smiled at how high-school the whole thing sounded.

“Ethan, you found me when I was going through my darkest times. You helped me find peace with being a vampire and getting over the pain that Jesse and every other guy in my life has caused me, and for that I will be eternally grateful for."

"Besides that you've been an amazing friend to me and I've always cherished our relationship but I can't help the way I've felt within these past few weeks. I know that there's a lot to think about, my immortality, me being so far away for college, long-distance, and I understand if these are issues but there things that we can work through." Looking up at him, you can practically see the gears turning within his head and you start to second guess if you made the right choice in confessing after all.

"I know it's a lot to take in and I understand if you need time and space to process everything that's not an issu-"

“I like you too.”

You bite your tongue as he interrupts you again, this time you being caught off guard by a sudden confession.

“You do?” Voice shaky as you look into his eyes with worry and reservation still boiling within you.

“Y-yea I’ve liked you since like forever…” He admits as he scratches the back of his neck, nervous habit.

“Y/n, I’ve liked you since the day Sarah introduced us but I was too…y’know…me to ever do anything about it." You laugh at how ridiculous he sounded.

"I'm serious! I mean there was no way in a million years a guy like me could ever get with someone like you. You’re way out of my league.” His voice lowers at the end in embarrassment.

“I still am but that doesn’t mean anything.” You joke feeling relieved when you see the corners of his mouth tug into a smile. He looks up at you before the two of you share a laugh together, and you felt the tension from between the two of you melt away. As you catch your breath you remain focused on him and deliberate on how to move on from here, still wanting answers.

“So what now Morgan?”

“Y/N, will you go out with me?”

“Hmm I don’t know actually I’ll have to think about it- yes of course Ethan!” You shout as you lunged forward to hug him bringing the two of you onto the mattress with him pinned underneath you. Breaking into another fit of laughter, you pulled away to rest your forearms on either side of Ethan as he laid underneath you.

“Hey Ethan?” You mused sweetly at him.

“Yes y/n?”

“Can I ask you to do me a favor?”

“Depends on what it is, if it’s to be your personal blood bank you’ve got to give me some time.” He teased with a smirk.

“No you idiot.” You shake your head with a smile. As you took in the sight of him beneath you, your eyes flickered between his lips and eyes and you smiled even wider as you caught him doing the same act. The air around you seemed to thicken as the beat of his racing heart echoed louder and louder within your ears. You can hear the way his blood rushed to his cheeks and despite the vulnerable position he was in, it wasn't his blood that you were craving.

“Kiss me.” You whisper looking pleadingly into his eyes as your breath fans over his face that was only inches apart.

Ethan slowly reached his hand forward to gently cup your cheek and you only leaned further into his touch. As he looked at your lips he looked up at you as if silently asking for reassurance that you wanted this. With a nod of your head, you heard his heart beat louder beneath you, beating so hard that you thought it would practically jump out of his chest- Ethan wouldn't be surprised if it did. He then closes the distance between you, capturing your lips into a soft kiss. You'd be lying if you said you never thought about what it would be like to kiss Ethan, the truth is he was a lot better than you had imagined. Your lips continued to move in sync as your hands crawled through his hair tugging slightly, earning a soft whine from him. Smiling into the kiss you made note of the sensitive spot for later.

Pulling away breathlessly, you laid your foreheads against him as you both caught your breaths.

“I could kiss you forever.”

“Well you’ve got a lot of catching up to do then.” You say before capturing his lips again into another kiss.

As Ethan snaked an arm around your waist, you melted within his touch. You felt safe within his embrace and you knew that you were home with him.

#mbav #ethan morgan #ethan morgan x reader #my babysitter's a vampire #sarah fox

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inverted-typo · 9 months

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After drawing my last pic I can't stop thinking about them having to sneak out to see each other:

Maybe Raven isn't with the Titans and instead was taken in by Constantine. She spend her time living between the House of Mystery and an apartment Zatanna owns in Gotham. She's the most junior member of Justice League Dark.

Batman is already a little weary of her as she basically just showed up one day, but add on her demonic heritage and let's just say he isn't the biggest fan. However, in an unlikely team-up with Constantine and Batman, Raven and Robin meet. "She's harmless!" Constantine insists, completely aware of her world-ending abilities.

Damian is injured on this mission in a way that only magic can truly relieve him. Despite Bruce's hesitancy Raven saves him; thus creating that empathetic bond. Batman is grateful for saving him, but that doesn't shake his distrust of her in the slightest. Damian is told to keep clear of her and that they won't be collaborating again.

Clearly that doesn't happen. The two can't stop thinking about each other after that. When they dream, they see glimpses into the memories of one another. They can feel what the other is feeling when those emotions are too intense. It becomes impossible to ignore. After doing some digging in the Bat Computer, Damian learns as much as he can about her. He learns her human alias, he learns about her history, what limited knowledge they know of her powers. He learns about Trigon. He learns about how the Justice League refused to help her. Further investigation proves it was Batman who was the first to opt for not helping her.

Something ignites in Damian and suddenly he just realizes he needs to see her again. It's been like two months since that first and only encounter.

If she would have lived across the country in Jump City or somewhere further, he would've happily stolen the jet. But, thankfully, he noticed the local address and hoped she was home. (Damian would be fucked if she lived only in the House of Mystery)

Thankfully, she was home. Then things just snowball from there. Usually Damian sneaks out of his house to meet with her, because well, it's fun. But mostly, it somehow seemed more dangerous for Raven to suddenly teleport into Wayne Manor.

She's been told by Constantine and Zatanna that this newest Robin was not friendly and was extremely loyal to the Bat, so for her own sake it was probably best to keep her distance. She had briefly brought up that she thinks she made an empathic connection when she healed him. It was more the circumstances that kept them worried rather than the principle. Plus, Constantine thinks he's a prick so she'd be wasting her time anyways.

Despite both being superheroes, they rarely ever saw each other in costume. Raven never patrolled in Gotham, only lived there sometimes. Her business was usually in much more mysterious places. Damian on the other hand was hard to spot. The bats really did take to the shadows. Although from her room balcony, Raven could swear she'd occasionally see a familiar flash of yellow and red darting across rooftops a few buildings away.

This goes on for months. Raven was nervous she'd raise suspicion when she started spending a majority of her time in Gotham instead of the House. Sometimes, Damian had to actively act more brood-ish than he was actually feeling to keep his father's intuitive gaze distracted.

Damian has definitely used the "I'm patrolling with Jon" excuse when he didn't have a good opportunity to sneak out.

When they were feeling risky, sometimes Damian would deadass show up on her balcony in his costume (or not). Usually this was after a particularly bad day. Raven never teleported to the Wayne manor except for once, when she too had experienced something so bad she just needed to see him.

The nice thing about having a girlfriend who can teleport you literally anywhere in the world and beyond, is they got to have movie nights in New York, dinner dates in Italy, or simply a walk on the beach in Jump City. Despite the lavishness of their dating, they sometimes wished they didn't have to sneak around so they could just lounge together at home, order pizza and fall asleep to trash TV.

They're both sure their parents probably knew about it, but their lack of beratement from said authorities seemed to contradict that theory.

In a turn of events they are set up to work on a mission again and they’re reintroduced.

“You remember Raven yes?”

“…Yep.”

#damirae rambles

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pengujoon · 2 years

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JUST REST, YOU'LL BE FINE

"Just go home for now," you sighed, tired eyes darting towards his concerned ones. "I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?" your boyfriend asked, voice lacing with care.

"Yeah," you said, "I'm sure."

Hesitantly, he got up and packed his things into his bags, and walked towards the empty classroom doors. All this time, he hadn't broken his eye contact with your frail body slumping over the messy table of papers.

He looked at you worriedly before stepping out of the door, shutting it softly after leaving.

"Finally," you thought. And almost immediately, your tears came crashing down your face, loud sobs echoing through the empty classroom, hands reaching up to wipe away your unending flow of tears.

It was really tiring, managing so many college related activities while maintaining your grades at a high level to keep your scholarship. And not to mention, your mother was extremely against the fact that you were taking part in so many college activities.

Every time you arrived home later after a meeting with the committee members, be sure to expect a lecture from your mother. No matter how much you tried persuading her that you were indeed studying in college during your free periods, it somehow never went through her.

"Mom," you cried, "I swear I'm studying!"

"Who knows?" your mother scoffed, "You can be lying to me, but God will know if you're telling the truth."

"I am!" you shouted.

"Is this such way to treat your mother?" she shouted louder, "Your grades have been dropping so badly and now you're joining a club as a committee member?"

"Mom, 75% isn't that bad, and it's only the first semester!"

"So what? That's the whole point! The first semester has the least amount of chapters and yet you can't manage to get 85 and above. Are you even trying?"

"I am!" you cried, "And joining club committees will give me a slight advantage in my resume!"

"As an interviewer, your grades are more important than whatever stupid club activity you're in!"

You do agree that grades are indeed more important than committee roles, but she's saying as though joining a club is a waste of time. If she truly understands you, why would she not let you be part of a club?

"But mom," you said softly in defeat, "Why can't I? If.. if I join a club committee, it can.. perhaps.. help reduce my social anxiety."

"Now you're blaming me for not letting you join clubs?" she shrieked, making your eyes as wide as a saucer plate, face paling at her statement. "How did you even develop social anxiety?"

"I'm such a failure of a mother."

It's not like you could tell her that your social skills dropped greatly after being stuck at home for 2 years because of the pandemic, can you?

She'll just blame you for not making friends when you can't even make any. If you tried making online friends, she'll just bash you for making friends on the internet, how they're all catfishes and just using a false identity to lure you in.

Yes, although you do agree that what she says is true, but isn't life always like that? You have to take a risk for everything. Heck, it's not like you'll just gush out all your personal information to someone you just met on the internet, will you?

She'll always make it seem like she's winning. You'll never be able to win against her.

"I need to get this right, I need to get this right," you thought as you frantically typed in the research results for your club meetings into a document for the slides department to prepare the slides in advance. Being a secretary did not mean that you were exempted from all the other duties such as research, preparation and presentation.

"Thank you so much!" your team members said happily as you handed your research report to them. Not a single one of them asked about your pale figure; even if they did notice something odd, they said nothing.

Why were you putting in so much effort to do all the things that they told you to do last minute in the wee hours of the night?

Maybe it was because you sought for the attention, for praises, for recognition that you never received.

Being so caught up in your loud thoughts and tears, you never heard your boyfriend coming inside the room towards you until you felt his hand upon your shoulders.

You flinched, choking up a soft sob in shock.

"What? Why are you here?" you forced the words out, heart pounding against your rib so painfully loud.

He said nothing.

"TALK TO ME!" you shouted, "Why are you-"

He pulled you up from your seat, not bothering about the few sheets of paper that fell to the ground, and engulfed your body in his warm embrace.

Eyes widened in shock, you stiffen up, frozen hands extended behind his back.

"You don't have to say anything," he said, "Just let it all out."

You no longer felt scared. You cried out all your sorrows, body shivering in his hold. He pulled you tighter against him, hand rubbing against your back, tears slowly collecting in his very own.

The warm evening glow shone through the room, as though the sun was surrounding the both of you with some form of comfort.

He said nothing while you cried, not even bothering about your tear stains on his shirt as you cried into his chest. Feeling your tight shivering grip around his body just broke his heart into a thousand pieces more.

He hugged you tighter, whispering soft nothings by your ears while he patted you gently on the back. He closed his eyes and focused on your softening cry, trying his best to control his frantic breathing.

Burying in his chest, you gripped the material of his cloth tightly, knuckles turning white from the harsh grip. All the pent up stress from these past month overwhelmed you, and

"I'm so sorry," you chanted, "'m so, so sorry..."

Voice trailing at the end, you pushed yourself away from him, not sparing a glance at him in fears of the worst.

"Hey," he said, "Look at me."

You shook your head, hands rubbing away the tears that threatened to fall. You wept softly, your body trembling.

"Please, just look at me."

Your reddened eyes bore into his worried ones, tears threatening to fall from his own. His heart broke into a million pieces more as he took in your broken figure, shaking from all the emotional baggage you carried on your own.

He knew just how much you had on your plate — he knew. He also knew that you were just as capable of managing everything to your best capabilities, but he should've seen the warning signs: skipping lunch to catch up on deadlines, staying up all night just to study for an exam the following day with no sleep, running different organisation activities all day without any rest — he should've done something, but he didn't.

He overestimated his capabilities of being able to protect you. He thought he could tell when to force you to take a break, he thought he was able to help you just by being with you — and honestly, his presence did help destress you a majority of the time.

But he wasn't able to tell when you were about to break down from all the overwhelming stress. He overestimated himself.

"I'm so sorry," he muttered, nuzzling in your neck. "I should've known."

You threw your hands around his neck, plopping your head down as you manage to hold your tears in. The emptiness you felt in your heart since a long time ago was restored the day you met your boyfriend — you just knew that he was the one.

He helped you through the many ups and downs of your life together, and no doubt, you helped him through his darkest times too.

You love him, and he loves you dearly too.

You were thankful for him, for being the anchor in your life, to keep you grounded to real life.

"Just rest," he said reassuringly, "you'll do fine."

may is probably one of my most stressful months so far through 2022, mainly because of the numerous college activities that i am a part of, and i feel that i'm not being productive as i should? something's not right, i can feel it

#penguwrites #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu comfort #i was really emotional when i wrote this #highly inspired by real life incidents #but if you know me irl (which i doubt any of you will) don't ask me anything about it #thank you for reading my imagines #it helps brighten my day :)#this is not proofread #please do pardon any mistakes!!

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waheelawhisperer · 1 year

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Would you be willing to expand more on what you didn't like about v8?

Not gonna go in-depth on each of these, but I'll give you the bullet point rundown. Basically, my issue with Volume 8 is that it threw away almost everything Volume 7 set up.

Salem takes center stage for the first time and ends up sidelined 2/3 of the way through so Cinder and Ironwood can be the main villains. Her first fight somehow manages to make her seem more beatable rather than unbeatable despite her trouncing arguably her strongest subordinate and 3 heroes with zero effort and needing a magic nuke just to slow her down. The writers lowered her threat level in a Volume that should've been dedicated to establishing just how fucked anyone who tried to take her on is, and what's worse is that they had all the pieces in place to do it properly and fumbled the execution.

Ironwood's decline made sense to me based on what they'd done to set up his character beforehand but I kind of wish it hadn't been so abrupt and dramatic and found it personally unsatisfying. Would've rather seen him grow gradually more desperate instead of snapping at once. Feel like he kind of got screwed by the show's runtime issues a bit

Emerald's redemption arc was rushed as hell and someone other than Yang should've been suspicious of the woman who helped murder a school and cripple a Kingdom and whose actions directly contributed to the deaths of at least 2 of their friends. Instead, she makes one heroic speech and they're all sitting there laughing with her.

They kind of abandoned the trolley problem they set up at the end of Volume 7 (is it better to save what you can or fight and risk losing everything to save everything) and I'm pretty sure it's because they saw too many people siding with Ironwood (whose plan was fucking stupid and entirely inspired by his own fear of Salem independent of any moral considerations) during the hiatus and then decided to course correct by removing any shred of nuance that might exist in the situation

3/4 of the heroes drank tea in a mansion while Ruby pouted about reinforcements not materializing an hour after she called for help (Ruby consistently fails to understand how much time things can be expected to take throughout the series) and the Atlesian military (a faction portrayed as antagonistic) actually fights to protect the Kingdom despite its individual members being visibly terrified and having less training and worse equipment than the protagonist group and the B-team + Yang fights Salem. All of this occurs in-universe hours after Weiss swears she's not giving up her home without a fight. Between that declaration and this stage of the Volume, the only people she fights are the ones actually trying to defend the Kingdom.

Jk Weiss waved a sword in her defenseless untrained brother's face and the writers called that a girlboss moment and claimed he was the final boss of her arc

We never got to properly see what Hazel could do because the only two fights this show let him have were the terribly-choreographed Battle of Haven and then a couple minutes of him getting his ass kicked by his boss. Waste of arguably Salem's most powerful minion..

The message Ruby sent to the world should logically have made things worse everywhere that heard it - the original plan involved telling the people of Atlas about Salem, securing the Kingdom by suppressing the resulting surge of local Grimm activity, and then spreading the news to the rest of the world when Atlesian forces were organized, prepared, and ready to assist in combatting the increase in Grimm activity that would result. Instead, Ruby dumped that knowledge on two crippled Kingdoms (Vale and Mistral) that can barely defend themselves even without a spike in negativity and a Kingdom where survival is perpetually in question without any time for any of those Kingdoms to prepare and then acted surprised when they didn't immediately drop everything to assist her (I think she was right to call for help, but needed to craft her message more effectively and consider its implications more carefully) - but this will never be relevant because that might mean the writers considered the implications of a scene beyond its immediate relevance or that Ruby made a mistake that can't be easily brushed off and the narrative consistently refuses to engage with this possibility.

The show failed to adequately establish the necessity of evacuating the Kingdom's population to Vacuo because we never see the state of the Atlesian forces after Oscar's cane bomb. The Monstra is dead and the enemy can't spawn reinforcements anymore. It was the perfect time to counterattack, and I was actually expecting Ruby to have a Protagonist moment and rally the troops and get through to Ironwood so that they could save Atlas, but instead the writers decided that they wanted to dump the protagonists into some stupid fairy tale world for some reason so now Mantle's infrastructure is in ruins and the ability to adequately defend the world from Salem and her forces is crippled.

Penny's suicide. Just... Penny's suicide. The show fails to establish its necessity and instead it just feels like they're being cruel to both her and the people who like her

It felt like the entire Volume was just trying to recreate the emotional impact of Volume 3 without understanding what made Volume 3 work.

All of these could be a post of their own (and I've actually made posts on some of them) but that's my basic rundown of why I think Volume 8 is dogshit

#rwby #analysis

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tinylint · 2 years

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Life with Yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x Y/N female reader

Series summary: It's a Y/N x Yoongi love story, what else do you need to know?

Chapter summary: Going to JHope's set in Lollapalooza is a dream come true in more ways than one.

Warnings: some swearing, description of an *almost* sexual assault, I have no idea how long this series will go and haven't decided if it will dip into NSFW themes.

Word count - 2.3k

Author's note: Story will switch POV's regularly. The Y/N character is shamelessly based on me, what can I say? Writing fan fiction is my therapy.

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Chapter 1

Y/N POV

"Dude she asked you to step back."

This man was entirely too close to Shelly and entirely too drunk. And unfortunately Shelly was the shy type and was more or less paralyzed at this point.

"Stay out of this bitch, I'm trying to have a moment with this fine young thing here," he slurred out trying his drunken best to wink at Shelly. He halfheartedly pushed me away with one hand while the other began to move open-handed toward her chest.

In milliseconds I had inserted myself between them , swatted his hand away, and trust my knee right into his groin.

"Ugggghhh," a loud groan escaped the drunken douche as he keeled over.

"Who's with this guy," I ask to the people grouped around us, "becuase he's gonna need to go sit down somewhere, and he might need some ice too."

A couple of guys sheepishly emerged from the crowd, hooked their arms under his armpits and helped him stumble to his feet.

"Sorry," one of his friends mumbled to me as they passed. "We lost track of him, he can't be trusted when he's this wasted."

"Clearly," I rolled my eyes but then tried to remember this isn't his friend's fault and added "thanks for getting him out of there."

But unfortunately this wasn't the end of my encounter with the drunken idiot. He pushed his friends away and looked right at you, clearly with something on his mind. He pointed right at you (well he tried, he really was super wasted) and said as steadily as he could "Bitch."

I gave him some double finger guns and winked, "takes one to know one!"

There really was no need to prep myself for another physical altercation at this point, I could almost visibly see the strength sapping out of his inebriated body. Plus, I know how hard I'd kneed his nut sack and he's going to need some solid recovery time before attempting...several types of activities. Thankfully his friends got control of him before he slumped over from the effort and they basically dragged him out of the crowd.

I turned to Shelly to see her shocked eyes staring at me "Thank y...ho...how did you do that? I was so terrified!"

"Believe me, it's easier to act when you're outside of the situation. Also I'm blessed with an over abundance of confidence and a lack of fear that comes in real handy in times like these," you assure her. "Let's just focus on the concert and pretend none of that happened so we can enjoy ourselves," you steer Shelly's shoulders back toward the stage of Lollapalooza. "Jope should be out any moment, we can't let that douchebag ruin the concert for us!"

As if on cue, everyone around you started screaming as JHope took the stage. You threw yourself into the concert and didn't give the douche canoe another though, except to sneak glances at Shelly to make sure she was okay every couple of songs. Thankfully she seemed just fine.

Yoongi POV

"How does the crowd look" JHope asked me, an intense look on his face. A look I've come to understand is a way for him to mask his nervousness.

"I'll go check for you," I stood up quickly moving toward the stage entrance. Anything to get out of that room full of nerves. I came to support Hoseok, who was like a brother to me, and I'm glad I did. But being around his nerves just made me think about my upcoming solo album and how nervous I was and, gosh there I go again. I shook out my fingers that I had unknowingly clenched into stress fists.

Deep breaths, release the stress fists, I thought to myself.

By that point I'd finally reached the stage wing and tried to peek out without letting anyone see me. I didn't want my presence to at all take away from JHope's performance. Heaven knows there were plenty of ARMY there.

Once I saw the size of the crowd and the amount of ARMY bombs in the audience I broke into a smile. This was going to be a great show and I could tell the audience was going to love him. I was just about to turn back to tell him that when something caught my eye. Some movement near the front of the stage.

My fists clenched again, but not from stress this time, from anger. I could tell even from here how drunk the guy was and how uncomfortable the women in front of him was, the clear object of his drunken desires. But my jaw dropped quickly as I saw another woman, even smaller than the first and half the size of the man step in between them. There was quick movement that I couldn't quite make out and then I saw the drunk man keel over, clearly having been hit right in the balls. I couldn't help but smile and I realized my fists weren't clenched anymore. I saw the badass woman give the other woman a pep talk and steer her toward the stage and I got a quick glimpse of her face. If I'd just seen her and her dainty features on the street I never would have expected her to be the kind of woman to take on a man twice her size to protect someone else. It was incredibly hot.

I hear movement behind me and suddenly remembered why I'd come to the stage to begin with. I turned around quickly to see JHope making his final preparations. "They're going to love you man, plenty of ARMY out here," I assured him. "And I just know you're going to get tons of new fans tonight too," I added.

"Thank you for being here Yoongs, it really means the world to me," Hoseok's eyes almost glistened as he put his hand on my shoulder.

"Hey now, don't cry! No being sentimental! It's time to go out there and fucking kill it okay!?" I playfully slapped his hand off my shoulder and pushed him toward the stage, reminding him what he was here to do.

Hoseok laughed and did a few jumps to pump himself up and then off he went.

I watched from the wings and loved every moment, seeing my friend thrive. But every once in a while I let my gaze move toward the front of the stage looking to see how Ms. Badass (her name in my head) was enjoying the show. By about halfway through the show I realized I was looking toward her more and more, letting her distract me from watching JHope. I had to do something about this.

"Hey Paul," I called over one of my security detail.

I pointed her out to him and gave him my strange request, knowing Hobi wouldn't mind at all if I used his name for my plan.

"Can you ask that girl right there if she wants to come backstage to meet JHope? Tell her he saw her protecting her friend and wants to thank her for keeping his concert safe." I finished my request and looked at Paul's face to see how weird he thought I was.

"But you're the one who wants to meet her right?" Paul asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"Ahh, stop that. Teasing me isn't in your job description," I felt myself blush as I respond to him.

Paul saluted sarcastically "You got it boss," and he started to leave.

"Just be discreet!" I shouted after him. I took a deep breath and turned back to the stage, finally able to fully focus on Hoseok's performance.

Y/N POV

My watch buzzed to congratulate me on all the cardio I had achieved in the last 60 minutes. You could always tell how good a concert was by how impressed by fitness watch was with me. Tonight my fitness watch was very impressed. I could already tell the adrenaline from this concert wasn't going to let me fall asleep for at least the next 3-4 hours while Shelly and I hased and rehashed every single note, line, and movement of this concert.

As JHope thanked the audience and announced his last song (wow, his English has seriously improved!) my spidey sense went off and I saw a security guard in black come closer to my area with his eyes trained on me. Was this about the drunken douche canoe? Surely I was imagining things, I tried to ignore the security guard and appreciate the last song. I had paid a lot of money to travel to Chicago and come to this concert and I wasn't letting my anxiety about a security guard ruin that.

I put the security guard out of my mind and sang and danced in our spots near the barricade, spots I have worked so hard to get. But the secuirty guard came back to mind once JHope left the stage. And by that I mean he walked right up to where I was.

"Excuse me miss," the security guard looked clearly at me, but even then I feigned innocence. There is no way he wasn't coming after me because of the whole kneeing that due in the balls thing. That's what I get for helping my friend, although it is possible that I could have gotten out of the situation without possibly rendering him infertile...

"Me?" I ask, looking around at others around me just in case I was maybe mistaken. Hopefully? Maybe? Please?

"Yes, you, with the blue headband."

Shit, that's definitely me. No getting around it.

"Come here please," he motioned me toward a locked door in the barricade.

I looked nervously at Shelly and mouthed 'Wait for me,' and she nodded and gave me a thumbs up as I headed toward the guard.

I finally reached the door and looked at the guard, "Is this about..."

"Would you like to come backstage to meet JHope?"

...What? This does not compute.

"Y..y..yes? I mean yes! Is that an option...?" You stop and start your sentences because your brain honestly feels like it is rebooting and installing updates.

The security guard interrupted me again, saving me from myself.

"He noticed you intervening to keep someone safe and he'd like to meet you and thank you."

"For real?" I ask with an uncontrollable measure of disbelief in my voice. "Because I thought I was about to get in trouble for that."

The security guard laughed, "Well not today I guess."

"Can I bring my friend with me? She's pretty freaked out after what happened and honestly she was already nervous about this whole concert experience in the first place. I don't want to leave her alone."

"She's the person you were protecting?"

"Yeah, this drunk guy wouldn't back up off her so I had to..." I mimicked kneeing the guy in the groin with a click of my tongue "intervene."

Why did I do that? Why did I say that? What is happening!?

"Yeah, go get her and then I'll take you both back."

I tried to walk calmly back to Shelly but I'm pretty sure I looked like an Olympic speedwalker instead.

"Shelly, you will never believe what just happened and also what' about to happen," I grabbed Shelly's shoulders and try not to squeal.

Yoongi POV

Once the concert was over I had almost forgotten about Ms. Badass. I had gotten wrapped up in watching the concert. If I knew Hoseok well, I knew he'd want details and sepcific feedback on his performance. I started wondering if I should have taken notes when I saw him run offstage toward me.

"JHooooooope!" I yelled as I pulled him into a hug. "Such a good job man. I honestly don't think I could have imagined a better solo concert for any of us."

"Really?" his face shined, "what did you think about..."

But I had to cut him off because it was at that moment that I saw Paul walking toward the stage with Ms. Badass.

"Hobi I'm so sorry to do this but I have to stop you there. I promise we can talk about your entire performance at great length later but there is a women headed toward us that I saw in the audience and had to meet because she kneed a man twice her size in the groin and that's super hot so I had Paul go get her and told him to go tell her that you wanted to meet her to thank her for keeping the concert safe and she's on her way back here right now and she'll be here any moment," I said rapidly in one breath.

Hobi's face was twisted in confusion, "She kept my concert safe by kneeing someone in the groin?"

"Oh! Yeah, I guess I didn't explain it all that well," I began and quickly recounted the story with some of the important details I'd missed on the first time.

"Ah. I see."

And then he broke into a sly grin.

"Super hot huh? I don't think you've ever pulled anyone backstage before like this..." he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"Come on, come on Hobi, be cool! She's almost here."

He was right though, I'd never pulled a cute girl out of the audience before, never even really played the famous card to get a date. But this woman, her fire? Her contrastingly tiny frame? I had been overcome with attraction but also...intrigue?

Oh gosh here she was. I turned around to see her 20 feet in front of me and wow. She was somehow both curvy and small, both delicate and fierce. Her blue eyes piercing, curves sultry, but her braided pigtails added a hint of innocence that was way hotter than I think I'd ever feel comfortable admitting to anyone.

Is Hobi going to be cool? Am I going to be cool? I do not know what to do with my face, my hands, my entire body.

"Hobi, help me, she's even more gorgeous than I expected and I think I'm in over my head," I turned back again and pleaded.

"Don't worry Yoongs, I got you," Hobi said confidently as he walked toward her.

Say what you will about Jung Hoseok but he makes a damn good wingman.

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#bts fanfction #bts fic #bts fandom #bts fanfic #min yoonji #min yoonki #min yoongi #yoongi #yoongi fluff #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x reader #min suga #suga fluff #suga #suga x you #suga x reader #suga x y/n

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scaracoochies · 1 year

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‘Tis the season!

Summary: A short series of genshin characters & reader doing holiday activities

Category: Fluff

Reader: Gender Neutral

AN: Hello Readers! >:) I’m gonna be honest, I had intentions to upload this on Christmas but the holidays have been pretty hectic (as they normally are) so lets just pretend that it’s still Christmas and all of you are in your comfy pajamas drinking hot coco and eating cookies by the fire and shit. Enjoy >:D

Also I will be adding to this series as I have more unfinished ideas so expect other characters very soon!

❅ Venti ~ Christmas Caroling

"Come on out Reader, I'm sure you look magnificent as ever! ...Heh, not to mention we're already late."

You stomped out of your room in a ridiculous elf costume, staring down at your overly optimistic companion. Venti put his hand on his chin while looking your frame up and down.

"I'll never forgive you for this." Venti silently dismissed your comment and continued to inspect your new look.

"See, it's not that bad! Actually, it turned out a lot better on you than I originally thought!" Venti grinned while scratching the back of his head, a clear attempt to uplift your spirits.

"Venti, I look STUPID. These oversized ears are corny as hell and I can't feel my toes in these shoes- Also why are the reds two different shades?!" you groaned in agony. You almost started to laugh at how humorous this disaster of a costume looked. "And you look so much better than me- Venti, I never agreed to this! I said I would help you FIND a replacement. Not BE it!"

Venti spoke up after letting you blow off some frustration, making sure to choose his next words carefully.

"But why waste time finding a replacement when the best option is sitting right here! I swear to Barbatos that I will make this an enjoyable experience for you." Venti held his hand over his heart dramatically.

You didn't feel any better in the slightest. The costume fit your body awkwardly and the sheer idea of standing out in the cold singing as Santa's gremlin was less than ideal.

You walked away from Venti to go sit in a corner and sulk, causing him to sigh at another failed attempt. He had to think fast if you both were going to make it there and going without you when he had already promised everyone you'd be there was not within his plan.

Then suddenly, Venti perked up with a great idea in mind. He quickly changed his tone to one of defeat.

"Alright then. I suppose if you truly don't wish to go, it is understandable. And the poor Ragnvindr brothers just seemed so excited to see you there. Guess I've got to break the bad news to them." Venti said with a mischievous smile.

Though his voice appeared remorseful, his face on the other hand did not. Your back was facing him and even you could see through his farce.

"Ugh, Fine. You win."

"Perfect! We should be on our-" you stopped Venti before he could celebrate too much. "Not so fast." you stood up and faced him, completely serious.

Venti turned and looked at you in confusion, his bright eyes laced with concern.

"Huh, what's wrong now?"

"I'll go but only under one condition." A devious smirk grew on your face as the suspense slowly brought Venti’s breathing to a halt. Though you knew it would need some adjusting, you rather go as Santa than his dumb elf.

"We switch costumes of course."

❅ Diluc ~ Making Hot Coco

You hopped down off of the stool and looked back up at your work. A smile of satisfaction slowly spreading across your face.

"There! That’s the last of it." You had just finished your shift at the Angel Share cafe and had offered to stay behind to help finish decorating the place. You loved working here, often coming here even in your free time to enjoy the cozy atmosphere. Not to mention it appeared even more magical during this time of year.

Diluc gently sat the glass he was drying down on the counter and walked over to your side. You watched as Diluc skimmed over the final result.

"Hmm, Nice!" He said flashing you a warm smile. "Thank you again for the help. I should have you assist with decorating more often."

"Oh stop- you flatter me," you confessed. "...Please, keep going." Diluc rolled his eyes in amusement, dismissing your blatant honesty to be nothing more than a mere joke.

"Here, let me treat you to a cup of hot chocolate before you leave for the night. I've been testing out a new recipe and I figured you’d be just the right person to try it out. If you have the spare time, that is."

Diluc was always so gentle and inviting with his words- you couldn't help but notice that his features were far more relaxed now then throughout the usual shift hours. The thought of spending time alone with Diluc enticed you to stay, and without a second thought you said-

"Well who would I be to turn down a free drink?"

...

You followed Diluc to the main counter and pulled out a chair. He then began to gather all of the needed ingredients and placed them off to the side one by one.

"Hey Diluc?”

"Yes?" The barista whipped his head around at the sound of his name. Diluc currently had his hair in a signature high ponytail and with every move, it swayed along his broad shoulders.

"Is there anything else you think you'll need help with tomorrow? I could certainly use the free hot chocolate more often." you teased, earning a low chuckle from the barista. You brought your arm to rest on the counter, watching patiently as Diluc prepared your drink.

"No need. You're welcome to sit down for a drink anytime. I actually quite enjoy the company." His kindness made your smile grow even bigger.

The two of you chatted in the meantime until Diluc was finished. It didn't take long of course as it was just hot chocolate. Holding up a bottle of whip cream for you to see, Diluc asked if you would like any.

You nodded your head eagerly. "Oh, of course."

After spraying on a decent amount of whip cream, Diluc placed your drink before you.

"I made sure to use milk so it shouldn't be too hot to drink. But I suppose you'll be able to determine that for yourself." he said lowly. Taking a step back, Diluc watched in anticipation as you cautiously picked up the mug. You brought it to your lips, the steam and warmth from the cup bringing heat to your hands and face instantly. The very moment the warm liquid slipped past your lips you were immediately filled with the sweet taste of whip cream and a distinct blend of cinnamon & spice. You hummed in satisfaction at the taste.

"How is it?" Diluc asked. It was safe to say that your reaction was telling enough. You hesitated as you pondered your answer.

"Eh, I had better."

Diluc froze with his lips parted slightly. The shop quickly became even more silent then before.

You took another sip before placing the mug back down. "I'm just messing with you- It’s the best I ever had!" You exclaimed, shooting him a toothy grin. "You’ve got to add this to the menu, immediately!"

Diluc let out the breathe he was holding and placed a hand on his hip. "Please, don’t scare me like that."

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Hello, I'm new here and this is my first work. Since English Is not my first language it can have a few grammar mistakes but I hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: no sexual theme, mild swearing

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there was no volunteer for this job. no one except toji fushiguro. rather the bonehead he was he didn't care how dangerous this mission is. well, he knew this area is someone else territory but as long as they paid him a good amount of money he would pass some limits. the job was easy. he should find the famous newly established mafia's head and eliminate them without any waste of time. The only challenge in his way was that no one knew what he looks like. problem with this gang was they're fucking powerful and dangerous and only professionals can deal with them. toji checked his map. he already passed all bridges and there was no way back. there he goes to the mafia official headquarters. to his surprise, the mafia's activities have been done on this wrecked diner. as kong said no one, and he meant NO ONE ever escaped this palace alive. few good spies lost their lives in way of gathering info. On second thought toji considered his options. maybe risking his life for a few bucks wasn't the best deal. but after all, what did he have to lose? his only son megumi was safe. he wasn't sure but the last time he met him he was. been years of not hearing anything about his son. toji had made his choice a long time ago. he said ''here we go" and entered. the diner was nearly empty. one or two random customers and one waitress. at this far everything was all right. toji sat behind one of the tables and after a few minutes a lil birdie just came to take his orders

''hello sir welcome to our diner what can I get for you?'' toji looked her in the eyes and y/n felt her chicks getting warmer. toji smirked.

''what's your name little birdie'' you got as red as you could and oh dear hell this is going to be amusing for him. It wasn't your first time seeing soldiers and of course mercenaries. perks of living right in the middle of a war

''y/n sir, at your service. we have special meals for today you can orde-''

''y/n are you the only person here?''

'' sir excuse me?..''

''im saying is there anyone else besides you?''

'' no sir. we're a bit free these days not having many customers who can effort to eat. so most of our staff lost their jobs or they taking smaller shifts. it's just me and our cook in the kitchen. but we serve anything you want.'' toji looked around. weird. what this wrecked empty diner could do with such a huge mafia

''i have a black coffee sweetheart.''

''course. right now.''

you flew to the counter. couldn't be happier than this in your life. you had no idea what operation is happening in this region but whatever it was, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world. having technicians and other militaries in your diner will surely help you to save more money. you being the sweet girl you are brought the cup of coffee for toji

"thanks doll. can you sit here with me? for a moment.''

''sorry but it's against the rules.''

''aw come on. you're not that busy. It seems I'm your only customer right now. be a good girl and sit with me."

''but ...''

" sit birdie it won't take long. here. here's a bounce for your special service.'' seeing green bills made you sit down.

''atta girl. Now I'm gonna ask a few questions. that's all. You're all right with it?''

you shook off your head.

''alright. Here's one. do you have regular customers here? like people to come and go a few times?

"no sir. most days we have none.''

''ok call me toji...so you haven't seen anyone doing any suspicious activities here?is that right?''

''no sir...I mean toji not at all.''

"all right...I don't know what to say now. you can go if you want"

''but what are you looking for exactly?I mean we have nothing here but hills of dust and dirt"

"yeah. let's say I'm looking for buncha people. to say dangerous people." "dangerous sir?"

"seriously dangerous. you don't want to have anything with them."

"oh dear lord...no no...we definitely do not want them around"

"smart girl. so in conclusion you or your co-workers haven't seen one?"

"No toji. no not at all"

toji tsked for the wrong information. of course no serious person would do anything with this palace. coffee was good though.

"thanks for your time...and the coffee. here, as I said to you." he put the money on the table and your eyes got wide open

"this much? sir this is too much even for tipping!"

itching the scar on the corner of his lips he gave you one of his rare smiles

"take it. I'm being generous today. maybe I come by sometimes."

there were happy tears in your eyes. you believed this man came straight from Heaven, but not knowing what filthy things he can do. the good thing about you, you judge people with their hearts not what they do for living, right? toji was getting out when you stopped him. not knowing what is it this time, he looked back from his shoulder and saw you pointing something infront of him.

#toji fushiguro x y/n #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fic #toji x reader #toji x y/n #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji

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