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ms-no1kpopstan · 27 days

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can I pls request a fic where reader is on her period and already in a bad mood so when sunghoon comes home from practice early saying his stomach hurts too & that he’s sick she thinks he’s just poking fun at her and doesn’t take him seriously but later on when they go to the convenience store together cus she needs to buy pads she realizes that he’s actually rlly unwell and feels bad and takes care of him.

Sure! Here it is!

Also, can I call u 🧡anonnie? Bcs u requested for enha… If u want another emoji, tell me!

(photo isn’t Mine!)

You groan as you shift uncomfortably in your spot on the couch. Your period had started early and it hurt so much worse than normal. Usually, you would be used to it, having periods for the past god knows how many years, but this time, it felt like you were being stabbed in multiple places, your abdomen, your legs and your head.

You were desperately waiting for your boyfriend sunghoon to get home from dance practice with the rest of the members so that he could go to the store with you.

The second you hear the door click open, you call out sunghoon’s name just to find him groaning in pain on his way in. He was clutching his stomach as he held on to the tv stand. You, now starting to think he’s mocking you and making fun of you, due to the fact that your abdomen felt like it was getting stabbed by the sharpest knife on the whole entire planet. Back to what you think is him mocking you, you let out a scoff and say, “well, you can stop making fun of the fact that im in pain right now, you know…”

“What? Baby, what makes you think that im mocking you, and that im actually not in pain right now?” Sunghoon replies, still clutching his stomach. “Well, I don’t know but from the way that you’re having a ‘stomach ache’ right now, when I just started my period today, is a bit suspicious to me.” you reply, irritated. thanks so much, dumb mood swings!

“Well, do you need me to get you anything from the store?”, Sunghoon asks, definitely worried about you. “Well, i was gonna go to the store and buy some pads so, if you want to join me, then come along.” you reply, just wanting your cramps to go away for once today. (at the store)

You walk down the snack aisle with Sunghoon next to you, or at least you thought he was next to you. You stop for a second and realise that he wasn’t next to you anymore. You look behind to see that he was standing a fee feet behind you and once again clutching his stomach.

‘Oh, maybe he wasn’t joking.’ You thought as you hurriedly walked up to him and asked him, “baby, what’s wrong? I’m so sorry that I thought you were making fun of me, it was very horrible of me to think that. But what happened?” “um, you didn’t let me tell you but I didn’t eat anything the entire day because of practice and I didn’t even realise that I hadn’t eaten at all, so I realised that I hadn’t only when my stomach started to hurt like hell.” he says, a bit slowly due to the fact that he was shutting his eyes in pain.

“Hoonie, baby, oh my gosh I feel so bad now. Come on, let me take you home and give you something to eat and a painkiller to stop your stomach ache, okay?” You say sweetly, much more different from your demeanour about a half hour ago.

You get him to lie down the second that you get home, giving him his food in bed, a bowl of rice and some kimchi. After he devoured his food, he slowly started to doze off, and you, noticing that, turn off the lights, and get him covered up in a blanket, before lying down next to him, getting into his blanket and letting him fall into your embrace…

TAGS; @leaderwonim @mandukkul @copyhanni @nikiswifereal27 @stariikis @ad0rechuu @copyhanni @jungkit @rk1stars @rikihqq @wonryllis @angel1kisses @nishions @rikizm @stariekis

#kpop #enhypen #requests #🧡annonie #enha #psh #park sunghoon #sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #fluff #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon enhypen #enha is my no one bg

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erensgoodgal · 2 months

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˚₊‧꒰ა𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃໒꒱ ‧₊

summary: eren comes home from work and finds his sleepy wife needy for some activities…

husband!eren x wife!reader

tags: breeding kink, fem!reader, cabin-eren-ish, soft eren, smut

10:42 pm. Eren opened the door as he came home from work. He was exhausted, now that the weekend finally arrived he had some time to enjoy with you, his loving wife. He took his shoes off and locked the door and made his way to the kitchen, where he poured himself a cold glass of water. He made sure he was extra careful so he wouldnt wake you up. He felt guilty that you waited for him until he came home from work so you can greet him. Eren let the negative thoughts aside and went to the bathroom to take a steamy shower after his stressful day.

The room instantly filled with the relaxing scent of lavender as he massaged the shampoo into his tense body. Suddenly, the door opens and a tired you walked to the sink. „when did you come home?“ you ask as you take your cleanser and wash your face. Eren steps out of the shower and gives you a peck on the cheek as he wrapped a towel loosely around his hip (iykyk 😏😏) „About half an hour ago, did I wake you up?“ you yawn and shake your head as a no and hug him. „I was actually waiting for you but my sister texted me so we FaceTimed each other but she went to sleep not too long ago.“ Eren smiles and pinches your cheek „You don‘t have to wait for me, you know that“ he scolded.

You stand on your tiptoes to kiss him and he kissed you back. You caressed his undercut and he entered his tongue in your lips. You moaned into his kiss and pulled back. A small string of saliva connected both of your lips. „Such a needy girl you are“ Eren whispered into your ear and kissed your neck slowly. You put your hand on his abs and looked down shyly as Eren teased you. Eren placed his large hand on your thigh and slid it upwards to the direction of your rear as he pushed your silk nightgown off. Your nipples hardened from his touch and he placed his thumb over your nipple. „no bra I see, how come?“ he asked as he continued to kiss your neck. „The padding made me uncomfortable“. Eren picked you up bridal style and walked towards the bedroom and placed you on the soft blankets covering your bed. He climbed into bed with you and continued kissing your soft lips as he kept his hand over your core.

„Sit up“, he ordered and you followed. You sat on the bed as he stood up and unzipped your nightgown, making it slip effortlessly off of your delicate curves. He pulled the whole gown off your body to expose your nude figure and you wrapped your legs around his slim waist. „good girl“, his praise went straight to your throbbing cunt and he crawled over you in bed now. „take it off pretty please“ you asked and pointed towards his towel. He chuckles and tosses it aside, revealing his big, aching cock. He took your panties off and circled his thumb on your puffy clit. „A-aah“ you whimpered from his touch and he whispered affirmations in your ear. „Ren im ‘bout to-“ as soon as you tried finishing your sentence, Eren stopped his work on your clit and you looked at him with a pout. „Don‘t worry, im gonna take good care of you“ with one strong thrust of his hips, he entered inside your tight hole and you moaned from the stretch. Eren held your waist with one hand as he gripped the headboard his other and continued thrusting. He bit his lip to hide his grunts and moans but you realised what was going on here and kissed his lips to help him stop. He moaned in your mouth and threw his head back as he felt his climax approaching. „Fuck princess, you coming for me“ he looked down at you, with his emerald eyes. You lost yourself looking at his handsome face but suddenly felt a knot forming in your stomach. „Yes! Yes!“ you moaned and spurted creamy liquids on his abdomen. Eren continued thrusting and moaning in your ear „gonna give you so many babies, you want that yeah?“ he grunted and shot his hot seed into your womb.

He rolled off of you and kissed your pretty tits and all the hickeys he left on you. You looked up at him, with those doe eyes of yours that always make Eren flustered. „you did an amazing job, sleepyhead“ Eren laughed and kissed your cheek as he pulled you towards him so you can cuddle. You yawned and kissed Eren on the lips.

„Goodnight, my love“

a/n: y‘all this was my first long fic ever 😭 english isn‘t my first language btw so don‘t mind any spelling mistakes i didn’t proofread

#cabin eren #erenyeager #eren #attackontitan #attack on titan #anime #aot #i want him so bad he is so silly

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allthepandasintheworld · 1 year

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1, 8, 10, 11, 22, delear's choice on fandom 👀

choosing violence :)

i'm gonna go dc themed for this one (when it applies) thanks for the ask archie!!

also, as a disclaimer, it's stuff i personally dislike for whatever reason. i've filtered tags and blocked the majority of people who say/talk about these things, but occasionally posts do escape through my filters bc a lot of the shit i'm annoyed by with DC are SUPER common among the fandom (which is partially why im annoyed)

the character everyone gets wrong

BATMAN. god. not even the actual writers can write a batman i can tolerate. there are like. maybe five(?) fanfic authors whose batman takes i actually enjoy? the others are so hit or miss. i barely even browse the tags anymore it's too much emotional effort to filter through the fics that are left even if i use stringent filters

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

that clark/bruce can't have a dad bod or be pudgy or be fat. like there are SO many artists who draw them in these ways, and also? Strength isn't defined by how dehydrated you are when you flex? you need fat to pad out the muscles, or else you're going to REALLY hurt after working out so much. yes, even clark. besides, the soft look is sweet. i like it a lot. i know i draw them a bit more on the 'hunk' side, but i will defend the dad bod/chubby/fat bruce and clark truthers to my death

10. worst part of fanon

the sheer number of people who try to heteronormify a literal gay pairing

no actually it's two things: clark being nothing more than an idiot (he's allowed his himbo moments but he's also very competent!!) and bruce being... abusive? verbally or physically?? there's like two sides of fanon bruce that i strongly hate: the bordering on abusive bruces and the bruces who are aggressively baby-ified. both are. not fun. a certain amount of pathetic is fine in a man, whatever, i love rene and he's a super pathetic man, but there's like there's a point when it stops being 'ah yeah just a sad little man' and starts being 'the author is REALLY piling shit onto him and putting ALL the responsibility on the other character to fix him'.

11. number of fandom-related words you've filtered

ok depends on fandom but for DC? like. four? i think. no wait five, although the fifth is like sometimes hit or miss bc there ARE a lot of major character deaths (and undeaths) in canon and like i don't really care as long as it's not permanent?

but i filter a/b/o (and related tags), mpreg, incest, and rape. all are self explanatory, but just filtering the first two ALONE absolutely guts the fic count and i stare at the fic counter the way you might watch a horror protagonist just barely get away from the killer without realizing it. am i saying the fandom has rank-ass taste? yes. actually. who knew so many people had a kink for bioessentialism?

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

in THIS big of a fandom i feel like there isn't a lot that people ignore? like there's something for everybody, and i mean everybody. although i do feel like a disproportionate number of people prefer batman and the batfam over superman and the superfam and im really sad about that bc people automatically write them off as 'good is boring', and the canon writers often do the same. which like. guys. cmon. it's not 'boring' to put your entire (superpowered) might into uprooting the deeply entrenched weeds of oppressive systems in the world and looking forward to a brighter future. that's why we fight?? isn't it? so we can have a better tomorrow??? superman isn't boring at all, happiness and hope isn't boring. hope and happiness find meaning in knowing that they are not the default, that we have to work hard and struggle for it!! anyways. i do follow some people who talk about this so it's not entirely ignored, but like in the wider ship spaces i do NOT see enough people talking about this specific element of superman. i think they all just think he's hot. which i agree with. but i ALSO think he's cool and interesting and more than just his appearance.

#not art #ask games #i could commit further violence but i think ive trashed my least favorite tropes for long enough #let's just say that bc of the fandom's kink for bioessentialism it feels a little unsafe to be trans in this fandom #which is ridiculous bc we're literally shipping a queer ship #it's so fucking prevalent that people post about it WITHOUT TAGS #i LITERALLY can't even FILTER it #like maybe im tired of being told i 'can't do x y z' bc i'm a 'woman' as 'dictated' by my biology #so like sorry not sorry i DON'T want to read about society having an even more extreme version of it in FICTION where i go to ESCAPE realit #and for it to be portrayed POSITIVELY it's so fucking bad i hate it so fucking much #not much triggers my dysphoria these days but THIS does especially when it just APPEARS with zero warning

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theacedumbass · 2 years

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SWTOR Alliance Commander Ask Game

tagged by @grandninjamasterren

1) Who’s your Alliance Commander? What class are they? Alignment? Random other facts you wanna share?

Carlgar Stocad is the Alliance Commander for my main swtor universe. He’s a Neutral Sentinel, and was my first swtor oc.

2) What’s a reason or two you like that this character is your Commander?

The expansions feel like a continuation of the Jedi Knight story, and it feels good to have Carlgar continue his story. Also he’s probably the only one (npc or oc) that could make the Alliance work as well as it does.

3) What’s a reason or two you don’t like about them being Commander?

It means Carlgar never gets to rest after all he’s been through. He’s always going to have to be on his feet and working, and never gets to have a relaxing retirement with Theron and his friends.

4) Why did this character of all your OCs become Commander?

Originally, so that he could finally put an end to Viteate. But over time it became so he could possibly provide an semblance of piece to the galaxy.

5) Who did they side with? Did they stay loyal or go saboteur? Or maybe you headcanon they defect properly?

I personally headcanon that everything post kotet just didn’t happen. Or at the very least the Alliance didnt loose the Eternal Fleet. So in my hc the galaxy is in relative peace thanks to the Alliance. Carlgar would never completely ally with one side or another. Too much drama for him

6) Are there any NPC’s from the class stories you’d like to see/HC join the Alliance? Ex: Master Timmns, Ardun Kothe, Watcher One, etc.

Soooo freakin many. Unaw Aharo and Bengel Morr, Yuon Parr, Jakarro and C2-D4 (they joined much earlier than they actually did), Beryl Thorne, Bela Kiwiiks, Watcher One, Keeper, Sumalee,

7) How’s your OC feeling about the current Malgus situation?

If Malgus show’s his ugly, deformed, face again he’s gonna give T7 a lightsaber and full control of the Gravestone.

8) Are any of your other OC’s part of the Alliance? If yes what do they do for the Alliance? Do they get along with your Commander?

Most of ‘em: His brother, Serdnile (Smuggler), his two sisters Kyran (Inquisitor) and Jadeseam (Agent). Along with his cousins Omiku (Warrior), Rolaiz (Consular), Ajaihli (Secomd Knight). And his aunt Kaliz (Second Warrior). His good friend Ryicou (Trooper) and her stepbrother Datthher (Hunter) are also eventual members.

9) How does your OC feel about Odessen? (Bonus: how do you feel about it)

Carlgar sees Odessen as his new home. It’s his favorite place in the galaxy, second only to his personal ship. He has so many good memories and most of the people he loves are there, so he’s always got something to do. Also he absolutely ADORES painting Odessen, from the caves and hills, to the sunrises and the night sky.

I personally love the planet too, just wish it was a bit more open tho

10) How does your Commander feel about being the Commander?

It might be one of (if not the most) stressful thing he’s ever done, but he loves it. It allows him to give hope to people while being able to live his own life the way he wants. No more having to hide his and Theron’s relationship now! Carlgar loves what the Alliance represents, and it’s his greatest honor to lead it.

11) Favorite place in the Alliance base?

Probs the personal landing pad or his room. The landing pad is a nice place to sit and his room is very cozy.

12) Favorite mission in KotFE?

Chapter 12, where you make your new weapon with Satele and Marr 100%

13) Favorite mission in KotET?

The walker mission on Voss or during chapter 2 when you’re vibin with Acina.

14) Least favorite mission in either? Why?

Probs the one where you meet Kaliyo? Just because I’ve done it too many times

15) Is your Commander successful because they’re skilled? Or are they perhaps just really lucky?

Carlgar might see himself as lucky, but its really all skill. Im sorry but you dont fight Viteate/Valkorion 6 (?) times with just luck.

16) From our OC’s point of view, SoR -> KotET wasn’t a fun experience, did they develop any fears as a result?

Carlgar definitely developed a more intense hatred for Valky (obs). He also got severe ptsd from the whole experience, and definitely blames himself for not being able to stop Viteate at Ziost. He uses his art as a coping mechanism, but that doesn’t solve everything and definitely goes to therapy post-Kotet.

17) AU time! If your Commander wasn’t Commander, which of your other OCs would have likely taken their place?

Hmmmmmm, probs either Omiku, because he has the second most experience dealing with Valky or maybe Ryicou bc of her military experience.

18) Who’s someone your Commander hopes they never have to deal with again?

Aside from Valkorion? Probably Revan or Darth Angral. I say Revan because Carlgar doesn’t want his childhood hero to be ruined anymore than it already has (thanks SoR :/ ), and Angral because he doesn’t want to see the man that murdered Orgus ever again.

19) Does your Commander hold on to/still use any titles they earned before KotET?

Carlgar still holds the Hero of Tython title near and dear to his heart, it was the first thing most people called him aside from an insult. But he no longer uses it to identify himself (after the early stages of Kotfe)

20) Share something, anything at all, you want about your Commander that you’ve not really gotten the chance to share before but really want to.

Sure! Carlgar loves art. If he’s not reaching for his lightsabers he’s probably reaching for his sketch pad. It started as a hobby but after Chapter 2 of the class story, he began to use it as a way to vent all the trauma he’d gone through. Especially post Ziost and during kotfe/kotet his art takes on a very dark, and depressing and abstract tone due to the nature of Viteate and the threat he poses.

The first (personal) thing Carlgar got after the Alliance was formed was some new drawing supplies. Most of the cargo hold on his ship was filled with painting.

Tagging: @rangerslayer-97 @ajoloart @sithwarblade @thaniraslegacyswtor

#tag game #swtor #the stocad legacy #carlgar stocad #save

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erotetica · 2 years

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Wrote 1k in silly response to this, indeed, fic-slash-maladaptive-daydream discussion so. Winning ! -> I was talking abt fuzzy coat Seth Rollins booker abt like. Whats the deal. Monday night messiah ? (cunt. I love wrestling. Im Seth rollins’ biggest fan no I dont watch the product) but like honestly 2tone mullet kind of everything to me or like the Kenneth o’ Meghan vibe of looking absolutely horrid trash on purpose (he’s the hottest girl in wrestling)

NICO LOOKS. He’s hard. He’s difficult to pin down. <- everyone laughs at my pun. Instinctively Im like well surely he just looks like mox like honestly I think a lot of mox’s vibes fit Nicky in that first of all this isnt actually abt Nicky but can we talk abt Jon moxley being the one whose intro song is wild thing . Wild thing you make my heart sing etc etc . Deeply fun to me. babygirl theres something wrong with him. Anyway I think Nico’s intro song would also be wild thing + I like that mox doesnt use the tunnels to come in I feel like thats a bit Nicky except then Im wondering is that safe like where does the heel/face dynamic come in w his feud w joe. But anyway. Getting off track. (also I dont think nicky:mox is 1:1 bc mox moves weirdly and languidly when coming into any event which is STRANGE btw he’s so weird. But it works for mox but I dont think itd work for nicky.) anyway all of this to say I think Nicky would just show up to the function like ‘im wearing cargo army pants.’ Except mox’s pants are still a great fit nd Nicky wouldnt have that. SO LIKE basically to wrap up this tangent I think Nicky would either wear dadjeans or cargo shorts + kick pads OR he’s go the full punk route and like even tho he’s one of the hottest things in wrestling & also a full adult w self respect he still shows up in budgie smugglers printed with the Italian flag (ultimate heel move)

Or you’ve got dan the dad who’s great but its a different sort of Nicky vibe. Thats like. Adjacent addtional 2nd au of an au. (btw when I said Andy’s nile’s sting I meant that more in terms of the dynamic going on there but actually Andy in sting face paint is a marvel to me.)

Yassified house of black kills me. (look at this art btw. yassified house of black ily) Im now also thinking abt how itd work in a situation where Nicky & Joe r feuding but they do end up on the same faction so not to steal absolutely everything from the house of black story line but the whole spitting in the face thing that happened w Julia hart I think itd be cool if that happened w either Joe or Nicky (OR BOTH!) To get them on the same faction. Actually itd be so fun if it was like Joe and Nicky’s feud is STILL going on and its not that ppl are getting sick of it its just that ppl are getting. Sick of it. Theyre like well girl take care of it in the back stop making it OUR problem. Ppl are like well this is clearly at least 50% shoot and its getting uncomfortable. -> and then nile (house of black nile) runs in & spits black mist in BOTH their faces. And now theyre the house’s tag team. But they still hate each other a lot. But also theyve been fighting so regularly that they work like a dream bc they know exactly what the other’s gonna do.

splitting up the response for ease of reading. Unless this is more confusing in which case well I still did it so yk) ^ u kno when ur going thru the insanity stage of thinking up a new au and all avenues r still open to u so u might say things that dont make sense w what you’ve said before / what youre going to say next bc BOTH options are good and it doesnt matter that it doesnt work together ? Disclaimer that this is what that is. Bc joenicky tag team is one thing but joebooker tag team and then booker turns heel to join capitalism Dudley (scream) is another and I have to marinate in that one for a while bc a) yes b) ough . Part of me’s like booker turns into wardlow but I actually have a deep seated love for mjf and dont want to compare capitalism Dudley to him. And ig merrick already has his wardlow in that other dude (completely forgot the names I havent seen this movie in like . forever.) but still i do feel like the pinnacle does somewhat work as an existing equivalent to the merrick dynamic. OR . Speaking of Kenneth o’meghan. Booker’s bulletclubcleaner era ? I actually think that could work bc a) cleaner is a fucking vibe of all time nd b) I think booker would do good going from one gimmicky faction to one which is if anything even more gimmicky like if we’re doing a mostly 1:1 equivalency I think house of black in general (and togofblack) might be this evil heel faction but also I KNOW they paint each other’s nails and gab about their emotions. I KNOW that faction has emotional regulation. And I know the bullet club doesnt. So then I think in booker’s mind that move also makes sense cause he’s SAD , like All The Time but he doesnt actually wanna talk about it too much so now he moves to bullet club where he can be sad but also hide it behind kayfabe. Its full circle. We’ve performed faggotry at the wrestlemania.

Anyway yes andy in daddy shorts and face paint. Andy in daddy shorts and face paint and quynh interrupting a promo and Andy swallowing her own tongue and breaking kayfabe immediately. Wrestle-nile who’s standing next to her like uh Andy ? R u ok ? <- surely she like knows who quynh is (or not it could be equally fun if nile is clueless she really was just olympic darling nile and then said nah time for a new thing idk shit about any of these ppl btw) but like if she knows who quynh is she for sure doesnt know how #Real it is btwn Andy & quynh. Very fun. Nile rly thought oh I’ll just switch careers to become more of a performer and that’ll be a good time and surely won’t cause permanent damage to my psyche (wrong) (all of this happens in like 3 months. Welcome to the business nile we’re so happy to have you here !)

Cabaret style narrative is sooooo ……. Literally I could never do that bc I’m too impatient for shit like that but it would literally be so insane and delicious. <- I feel like Im watching this play out already and already Im like in the comments on ao3 screeching my head off waiting for the next chapter. If You Were Writing The Fic Etc Etc. If We Were Writing The Fic Etc Etc and not just doing this in your inbox and the replies of my posts (though Im sure everyones having a great time clicking back and forth in btwn our blogs and sharing our brainrot. Im sure)

Also yeah catharsis kink. Thats what tog is all about. You got your joebooker for catharsis you got your nickybooker for star wars (literally such a good comparison)

WE’VE ENTERED READMORE TERRITORY & I HV A WORD DOC, WINNING IMDEED.

Booker would also be the hottest girl in wrestling, you’ve nailed his vibe. What if he looks like someone started dissolving him in lye scalp-first, AND he’s got a fuzzy coat. Dual wielding. With sheamus mutton chop + soul patch facial hair

The roadblock I was hitting was LITERALLY ‘Costco cargo shorts’ echoing in my head like an apple tornado warning. Hive mind. Bc yeah, on one hand, nicolo is not cool. On the other, bondage harness. Jon moxley vibes splits those uprights, I like that. Or the effy fit from the gif what started it all.

Fucccc everybody’s music tho. Digressing for Joe and la hafla. Or Sophie. His face is the front of shop :)

ANYway I think wild thing would work for Nicky, bc it’s ironicsexy. Is he coming onto u with a boom box? No but you had to ask. However—like, ok, in my opinion modern au Nicky should feel like he’s done meth a LITTLE. So I also wouldn’t mind him w/ a Funeral Derangements intro. Or hank Williams III Hellbilly. Especially if he’s normal, the fuckedness of the music should rise w/ how many pockets his pants have. If his outfit is Dan the dad’s then he comes out to Cocaine the White Devil. Also I’m still a lil stuck on Nicky/booker tag teaming from the orig posts, & their intro is stooges’ I wanna be your dog SEND POST!!

Not using tunnels is killing me bc Yusuf absolutely has a curated parkour entrance. He gets up on the fuckin. Corner pole thingy and backflips into the ring, and starts almost eating shit looking for Nicky. Without fail, when his dumb psychobilly wraps, that motherfucker appears and swings under the ropes like the satan of gym teachers. It kills Joe bc he gets over w/ what he KNOWS is just low effort disguised as jumpscare. It also kills him bc he can’t find him either but that’s different. (Nicky is usually in the empty behind-camera seats, eating stolen popcorn like ‘he looks good. I should learn to backflip.’)

Andy should absolutely have face paint. And cowboy BOOTS. I hv a rollerderby wip where I gave her an optio helmet plume, and like. Just saying. Also I can’t thread the needle between Andy and Memphis style right now but I want to

Being willing to alienate the audience/ruin their careers to beat ass is extremely yusufnicky. Getting vibes of like…a, ppl are getting sick of the shoot, and so Joe tries 2 rebrand w/ Andy and quynh’s face clique (replacing lykon who dipped bc [dialup noise], also I just Feel andy starting as a face). & Quynh, who strikes me as very gimmick savvy/a great storyteller being like ‘Hey. brosuf. you know what would fuck severely. bring ur weird dog and we have a deal.’ And they have a face run until The Fuckening. This also works 4 me bc I feel, before he internalizes and seeks out booing simultaneously, Booker’s baby-depressed, a jobber dying to live vicariously thru being a face and winning abt it. But like, AS he joins house of guard, Quynh is gone and Andy’s done a heelturn bc she’s emo in real life, and Booker is like *sad wojack*

Or b, the four of them aren’t a faction but they’re always on the same cards. Joe and Nicky fuck up so sincerely. Like, they fuck up through 3 cameras, the ref, and the parking lot. I think it would be funny if it was a ‘last ride’ match that went off the rails. They get blackballed from most sane venues is my point tho. The quynh fuckening happened offscreen. Andy comes up craving conflict, don’t ask why, but do they want to do fucked up hardcore so niche it’s barely profitable? And Nicky is like ‘BET’ bc again, there is something so wrong with this man, and Joe is *sad wojack but disgruntled*, bc he wanted to get WWE-famous & say something fucked up on live Saudi tv. Like Kanye. But then he realizes he’s doing impact play on straight ppl professionally, and it’s a smaller victory, but equally funny.

This one works for me bc they give starving artist vibes. Like, they should be poor and obscure. Disgraced post-fame. Do not know why. It’s funny if Nile is like, didn’t I sneak out of bed to watch you on Monday night raw? and Andy is like yes, now hit me with the thing they beat Jesus with.

Either way you’re so right abt Julia hart Nile.

Is Copley the ‘smark’ that helps them take down the merrick team for like, insider trading or whatthefuck?

Vibing to the bullet club thesis. That’s the perfect bimbofication of his canon conflict. Also. Booker trying to wallow around heterosexuals. ‘The risk I took was calculated, but FUCK’

Nile’s like OH THE OTHER MILF I COMMITTED KID CRIMES @ 9PM TO SEE—oh you’ve taken back the cat o nine tails—oh you’re committing seppuku with it. I’m going to have an investigative journalist moment with this later.

Nile as a fan who has a ‘hm’ moment abt how oh, you’re fucked up. I see. The POV introduction to the cabaret thing, 1st look behind the curtain into the binary.

Speaking of songs. Which we weren’t anymore but. Speaking of them. Quynh & sympathy for the devil. She comes back from [etc etc] w/ a masked gimmick. Part of it is legitimately no one knows who she is. Andy splashing her face in a shitty bathroom after the interrupted promo & the lights are flickering bc the arena is taking so much power. In the bg you hear PLEASED TO MEET YOU. HAVE YOU GUESSED MY NAME?

#asks #Booker: I wish I was liked but unfortunately my personality #self fulfillment needs: drawing Andy in this fit; cobbled together from 5 posts of vibes #O I CHANGED ALL MY MINDS Nicky comes out 2 mi piacerebbe. Toto cutugno is also how I told ppl I was gay thanks for coming!! goodnight!!!#but. voglio andare a vivere in campagna. unironic face Nicky.#voreing my fist to not say shit abt lividi sui gomiti bc that’s very tiktok of me #actually fuck tiktok I’m saying many things abt Nicky;s teatro d’ira (theater of rage) BECAUSE.#CABARET. METAPHORS. KILL ME #tog

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ladychraelix · 6 years

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Also, I saw a good amount of BNHA cosplayers - lotsa dekus and todorokis mostly but I think I saw one Uravity and a uhhhh bird guy that I have lost the name of - and just.

So many Deadpools.

So many. The multiverse converged in a big way, bruh.

Other sightings of note: a David Camp Camp, various and sundry Pokemon trainers, a Sans and Gaster Undertale, and Goku.

#Raespeak #im gonna pad this post's tags out a bit #so that i can still file it appropriately on my blog #but not take up the actual tag with my babblings #so here goes #phoenix comic fest

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bmvxgxbond-archive · 4 years

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smol rant in tags

#not gonna fuck with my usual tag gormatting bc mobile #but ive been getting nothing but ads for that dog harness thats customizable with whatever words you want #and half the harnesses in the video say some variation of service dog and ohhhhh my god that boils my blood #a harness or vest does not a service dog make and my own dog is my service dog and ive had to work so hard with her #she was extremely dog reactive when we adopted her and shes good now UNLESS another dog is barking and carrying on #she doesnt get aggressive but she does get excited and defensive and that spikes my anxiety and something certainly could break bad #and dont get me fucking started on emotional support animals hoky fuck #the number of times we've seen some awfully bred applehead chihuahua with am esa cape on just losing its mind while being held....#TOO FUCKING MUCH. esa's have a legitimate use but its a shame that there's no education or enforcement on the laws around working animals #and ohhhhhhh the people abusing esa/SD housing rights just to bypass pet fees..... like my with my legit service dog? whenever i move #into my own place im not even going to mention shes my service dog bc oet fees do exist for good reason + i have other pets #granted said other pets are a corn snake and some hermit crabs so theyre not destructive.... but hey #anyway i just hate that ad- and also it says like no kore pulling and choking!! its a regular ass shoulder clip harness with a tiny bit of #padding its not gonna stop a dog from pulling amy more than any other should clip harness god #anyway rant over i just cannot stand ads for shit like that. fuck your fake service dog i will punt it if i need to #... i need to order some sprayshield actually that reminds me. not just gor fake service dogs but for the coyotes around here as we move #into fall and i start my evening walks with pup again

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morizoras-cave · 4 years

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Persistent (Request)

Marvel cast x f!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: angst-ish, fluff

Request Description: Hellooo! Could you write a all the marvel cast men x teen! reader? Like they all go out to eat and hangout at a mall or something and when she goes in the women’s part of a store while they are all on the men’s side, some creepy dude keeps on hitting on her and like after she tries to politely decline his attempts and stuff rdj and the rest are like nuh uh this ain’t happening lol

Warnings: language, hints at smexual stuff, harassment, persistent asshole

(A/N): this story includes anthony mackie, winston duke, sebastian stan, chris evans, robert downey jr and mark ruffalo. im sorry i didnt include alllll of the marvel dudes, but i just find it hard to cram them all into one fic :((( ALSO sorry if the ending is shitty hgssghsgsh

“You don’t have to bring me with you.”

“It’s too late, we’re bringing you.”

“But-”

“Y/n, you are not spending your birthday alone!”

You and Anthony were bickering like always. There was a short break in filming the next marvel movie, and while many people, including you, were planning on going home for the week, Sebastian, Anthony, Winston, Chris and Tom and arranged a ‘guys night out’, if you will.

You were going to enjoy your birthday that day with your family, but a couple of days before your family had cancelled, because of exams and overloading work. They promised you’d celebrate some other day, but you were still bummed out.

Anyway, Anthony had somehow reluctantly made you admit that you were celebrating alone, and had decided to instead drag you with him and the guys to their ‘night out’.

“I don’t wanna come and just be a bother to everyone,” you mumbled. Anthony sighed and looked at you. He then diverted his eyes back to the road.

“You’re not bothering anyone, N/n.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to cancel your plans to the strip club or whatever you were gonna do!” You stressed. Anthony gasped like a TV mean girl.

“Did you really think we were gonna go to a strip club? Y/n, that’s private business, you don’t do that with your guys.”

“Well, what then?”

The mall, apparently.

You and Anthony both stood with your necks craned to look at the proud and boasting sign, ‘mall of America’. He’d shut up after your question and just parked the car, leading you to stand exactly there, in front of that famous mall.

“You’re gonna go shopping?” you looked at him.

“Yeah, and what about it?”

Before you could start another argument with Anthony, you heard a familiar ‘hey!’ and snapped your head in the direction of the caller. Winston, Sebastian, Chris, Robert and Mark were all gathered together, seemingly waiting for you two.

“Hey, there you are! We were waiting for you,” Chris said with his usual big, dorky smile on his lips. Him and Anthony hugged and then he pulled back to look at you.

“Y/n, you okay with spending your birthday with us?”

“Whatever, man,” was all you could say, making the group burst into laughter.

You would never admit it to Anthony, or any of the others for that matter, but it was actually a lot of fun. You went into many stores for no apparent reason. The guys bought and helped you make a Build-A-Bear, which you named Svenbjorn, and he had a little detective suit and a little bag.

You ate at a Denny’s, where Mark unfortunately, but rather predictably, spilled maple syrup on himself. Then you looked around stores for fancy suits and clothes and gifts for their loved ones. Your mood was brightened, and the guys sure didn’t seem to be displeased that you were there.

“Let’s go in here real quick,” Sebastian had said, and everyone walked with him into the clothing store. You hadn’t actually bought anything that day, so you decided that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to look around a bit.

“I’m gonna go to the women’s section,” you said, pointing to the area at the other end of the store.

“Sure,” Robert waved you off, as him and the others crowded around a blue suit. You rolled your eyes and bounded off to the women’s area.

Your eyes found a pretty yellow shirt hanging on a rack near the back. You quickly made your way to it, standing and admiring it, checking the fabric and the price.

“Hey, babygirl,” a cocky voice sounded beside you. You turned your head to see a boy around your age, an ugly smirk on his lips. His words almost made you vomit the Denny’s pancakes you’d just eaten, but you shook off the feeling.

“Uh, hey,” you mumbled, turning back to the shirt. Now you fiddled with it nervously.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone, huh?” his voice was strangely predatory, something about it just didn’t sit right with you. It made you feel alerted and uncomfortable.

“Looking at shirts..”

“I bet you’d look good in this one,” he said. You didn’t have to look to know he’d found some sheer-ass, see through, titty exposer. You did however peep, and, yes.. You were right.

“Look, I’m not interested,” you sighed.

“That’s too bad, girlie, I could make you feel real good.”

You scrunched up your nose in disgust. Your fingers gave up their grasp on the shirt, deciding that it would be best to just get out of there. The sound of your boots hitting the shiny floor sounded, as you began padding away.

“Hey, wait, where are you going?” you heard him walking behind you, the action of persistence making your heartbeat speed up. You were now panicking.

“Hey! Why are you following her?” you breathed out in relief. Winston was standing not too far away, Sebastian and Anthony behind him. He had lowered his voice to sound more threatening, which you normally would laugh at, but considering the situation, you were pretty relieved he did it.

All the three men looked pretty damn angry. You didn’t know how much of the conversation they’d heard, but obviously enough. Hearing another set of boots, you snapped your head to see Chris, Mark and Robert jogging towards the scene. You made eye contact with Chris, who furrowed his brows in confusion.

The boy was now looking at the six angry and buff men, swallowing fearfully. He was shaking and surely starting to sweat. You smirked. Asshole. You walked over to stand between Sebastian and Chris.

“Are you okay?” they both murmured, searching your eyes worriedly. The fact that they were so protective of you made you smile a bit. Although, the thought that you needed several men with you to the mall to protect you kind of sucked.

“I’m alright,” you said. Meanwhile, Winston, Anthony and Robert were approaching the kid with disapproving looks.

“Didn’t your mom ever tell you to respect women? Huh?”

“What’s your issue, kid? You had such a big mouth just a moment ago?”

“Don’t ever talk to any woman like that ever again, you hear me?”

They didn’t even touch him, just the anger and seriousness in their voices and on their faces was enough to get the message into the kids head. He nodded, breath shaking. Then, he dashed off between Winston and Anthony, running out of the store, like a dog with its tail between its hind legs.

When the other three turned back to you, they were still angry.

“I can’t believe him! I can’t believe that asshole!” Anthony muttered, disbelief ridden in his voice. Winston had grown softer, looking down at you in concern.

“Are you okay, N/n? He didn’t touch you, did he?” You could tell he was actually worried.

“No, no, nothing like that. It’s okay, guys, it really wasn’t that serious,” you explained, wanting them to calm down. You couldn’t be the reason why their ‘guys night’ was ruined.

“Not that serious? Y/n, he wasn’t backing off when you told him to!” Robert seemed even angrier that you were denying the severity of the issue. You just shrugged.

“This kind of stuff happens all the time, this time I just had you guys with me,” you explained. By the looks on their faces, that wasn’t the most reassuring answer. In fact, even Chris and Sebastian and Mark (the sweetest human being ever, theoretically incapable of feeling anger) were angry now, scoffing.

“That’s not- That’s-” Chris put his hands on his hips like an angry mom. Sebastian squeezed your shoulder, making you look at him, to see his jaw clenched.

“Y/n, if that ever happens to you, no matter how big or small, just call us, please,” Anthony said, eyes catching yours to express how serious he was. You nodded. “I mean that shit.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll call you.”

There was a moment of silence where everyone just basked in their anger, before Mark spoke up.

“Hey, how about we just continue as planned and go watch a movie at the cinema?”

Reluctantly, everyone started walking to the cinema. You noticed how your walking formation had changed, almost caging you in, protecting you. Although you, Mark and Winston kept a pretty solid conversation, you couldn’t help but overhear the other’s talking about how angry they still were. Of course, they had every right to.

The night turned out alright again, as they slowly shook off their anger. The movie was great, and it created something new to talk about other than the ‘disrespectful little shit from earlier’.

When Anthony drove you both back to the hotel you were both staying at, he had another serious conversation with you. He talked about staying safe and keeping a backup weapon and such.

He wasn’t usually serious, so you listened carefully. You were thankful that they had been there that day. So were they. And from that day on they all were a little bit more protective with you - whether it was in interviews or just in daily life - they kept you close and was always slightly suspicious of anyone talking to you.

It meant a lot to you, and you thanked them, both for their protection, for an awesome birthday, and for one bitchin’ build-a-bear :)

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gureishi · 3 years

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Ohhhh, requests? Requests!!!! ❤️

We all know and love SE and the Choi family (Mc, Saeyoung and Saeran living together in the bunker).... But what about. Other way arround?

Saeran after ending, with saeran and saeyoung making amends, and you finally befriending and getting to know the true person behind 707.

Im happy with whatever ideas you have for this, but if you need more guidance... A scene between saeyoung and Mc, talking? Saeyoung thanking mcfor making saeran happy and feeling like he failed as a brother for not protecting him, and mc being all sweet as she is reassuring him that it's OK and that they are happy now and just fluffy??????

Gosh, I wrote a lot, sorry.

Oh wow. I ADORE this request. Thank you for bringing me this sweet idea. ♡

I love envisioning their lives together post-AE, and it was so much for fun me to imagine this tiny little slice of that.

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Saeyoung & Reader (platonic); Saeran X Reader (background), G, words: 2355

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Today there’s one of those early-winter snows where the flurries get stuck in your hair but the ground’s not white and beautiful, just cold and damp. The parking lot is nearly empty��apparently no one else wanted to go out today. Personally, you can’t understand why. You love the way the sky’s a bright white and how the biting wind makes the tips of your ears pink.

Saeyoung, who’s been walking a few paces ahead of you, turns around in time to see you stop and catch a snowflake on your tongue. He raises his eyebrows; he’s got his hood up and there’s a light dusting of snow on top of his head, like powdered sugar.

“I was gonna ask if you regretted coming along now that it’s snowing, but I guess I have my answer.” He’s got a complicated look on his face, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to laugh at you or not.

“I have no regrets!” you sing, and then he does laugh, shaking his head indulgently.

“Come on,” he says. “Your shoes are getting wet.”

“Your shoes are getting wet. Also your head. Who goes to the store in just a hoodie in the winter?” But you run to catch up with him, splashing in the little puddles that have collected in the uneven pavement.

“It was the hoodie or the floor-length pink fur coat, so I went for the hoodie,” he says, and you can’t tell if he’s joking or not.

The automatic doors slide open for you; he grabs a shopping cart from the assortment parked just inside the door. You walk beside him, feeling a little awkward. Grocery store etiquette, you think, is such a personal thing. Saeran, for instance, likes to go slowly through the store, lingering in each area—looking for inspiration, sometimes checking recipes on his phone. You like to move through the store at random, picking out items that strike your fancy. These methods work surprisingly well together—perhaps because Saeran finds it charming when you come running up to him with a strange new fruit in your arms.

Saeyoung, it seems, has neither a list nor a plan. He pushes the shopping cart lazily with one hand, heading vaguely toward the nearest aisle. You’re tempted to guide him in one direction or another, but you also don’t want to be a nuisance. This is his shopping trip—he was the one who announced he was going to the store; you were the one who’d insisted on tagging along.

“Are you sure?” he’d asked then, hesitating, one hand already on the doorknob. “You don’t need to! I can get whatever you—”

“I want to,” you’d said firmly, jumping off the couch where you’d been lying with your feet in Saeran’s lap, reading a book. It wasn’t that you needed anything in particular from the grocery store or that you didn’t trust Saeyoung to find whatever was needed for the house (though, in retrospect, it wasn’t that you did trust him, either). It was just…

In the few precious days that you’d been living in the bunker with the brothers—in a world that was suddenly so peaceful you couldn’t quite believe it—you’d begun to realize something: in spite of the hours of phone conversations and chats you’d shared with the enigmatic and charming 707, you actually hardly knew Saeyoung at all.

“So, uhhh,” he begins, a bit uncomfortably. You glance at him askance; his cheeks are pink. “What do we need, anyway?”

You laugh—you can’t help it. “What were you going to buy if I didn’t come with you?”

Saeyoung shrugs, looking down. He’s definitely blushing. “I was gonna…wing it.”

Maybe it’s his inexplicable shyness with you and maybe it’s your genuine love of grocery shopping, but your confidence is bolstered. You take the cart from him and he relinquishes it gratefully, falling into step behind you.

“First we’re going to get produce,” you tell him, and he nods eagerly, bouncing on his heels. He honestly looks excited that you’ve taken the lead; you make a mental note about this. At home, Saeyoung is often in charge—of little things, like what movie you’ll all watch together—because he is boisterously enthusiastic about everything and you and Saeran are more subdued. But here, without his twin, outside of his domain, he is suddenly much less confident.

You select a few types of squash; he watches somewhat reverently. “How do you know what to get?” he asks in a quiet voice.

“Practice, I guess,” you say. “I have in mind a couple of recipes we can make this week, and there are some staples it’s always good to have…” You pause, realizing something, your hands full of squash. “Saeyoung, can I ask you something?”

“What? Yeah!” He responds a little too readily and you know he’s trying to mask his awkwardness. It’s endearing.

“You lived alone for a pretty long time,” you say thoughtfully. You survey the selection of cabbage. “Didn’t you…buy food? To eat?”

He laughs, runs a hand through his already-messy red curls. “God Seven doesn’t need food to live!” he sings, and it’s in the tone of the 707 you’d developed a strange friendship with during those days you were at Mint Eye. You know now that Saeyoung was there, even then, under all that false positivity and diversionary teasing.

“You do, though,” you tell him. You hand him a head of cabbage.

Your firm tone seems to quell him. He looks down at the cabbage.

“I ate snacks, mostly,” he says, a little more quietly. “Sometimes Vanderwood got frustrated and brought me other things to eat.”

You turn away to hide the look in your eyes from him. These poor, poor boys.

“You two!” you explain in mock-frustration, pushing the cart to the next refrigerated shelf. “So you were living on junk food while he was keeping himself alive with caffeine pills. What am I going to do with you?”

Saeyoung bounces behind you, still holding the cabbage.

“Feed us!” he says. You roll your eyes and tear a plastic bag off the role beside the shelves.

“Put the cabbage in the bag,” you tell him. He does.

You gather a few more fruits and vegetables and Saeyoung asks about all of them; you’re amused when he doesn’t know what a persimmon is.

“So besides chips and stuff, then, what do you like to eat?” you ask him, pushing the cart into the large, open area where meat and fish sit on ice, row after chilly row.

Saeyoung hums thoughtfully, peering at a particularly large fish, complete with eyeballs and everything. “This is creepy,” he says. “Can we get it?”

“We…can,” you say. “But that doesn’t really answer my question.”

He walks a little ahead of you, and he looks at each different type of meat with such curiosity. They’re both like this, you think—so full of wonder over basic, mundane things. Saeran was in awe the first night the three of you settled in on Saeyoung’s huge couch to watch TV together. And now here is Saeyoung—who’s had considerably more freedom than his brother—staring at an assortment of different cuts of meat like he’s in a museum.

“I’m not sure,” he says finally, tilting his head to the side. “I love chips, and, you know, fish-shaped buns…”

“But is there a meal you like? Maybe from, I don’t know, the past…?” You regret the words as soon as they’re out of your mouth.

Saeyoung laughs bitterly. “Not from childhood, if that’s what you mean.”

“Right,” you say. “Yeah. I knew that. I’m sorry.”

He comes back to your side, leans on the cart. “It’s okay,” he tells you. “I don’t mind.”

“Still,” you say. “Sorry.” You steer the cart toward a display of different chicken parts and he pads along beside you—like an obedient dog, you think.

“What’s the difference between…” he bends over, peering at the packages. “Breasts and thighs?”

You giggle. “You tell me.”

You watch as his face turns red, clashing wonderfully with his hair.

“Um, l-let’s get the…thighs, I guess,” he chokes, and you stifle your laughter with your hand.

“Thighs it is.”

He throws the chicken into the cart with his face turned away and you grin. 707 was a tease, but it is easy to fluster Saeyoung.

You move through the aisle of bottled sauces in companionable silence. You hold up a bottle of bottle of soy sauce and he nods enthusiastically; he does the same for the fish sauce and corn syrup. To test him, you hold up a banana ketchup—which you’ve personally never actually tried—and he gives you the same affirmative head bob.

“Saeyoung, do you know what this is?”

He tilts his head to the side, reads the label.

“Banana ketchup? Yum!”

You sigh. “Fine.” You toss it in the cart; maneuver to the next aisle.

“You didn’t even have soy sauce or salt or anything in your house when we moved in,” you say. “There was literally nothing in the cabinets.”

He strolls along beside you, running a finger along the rows of different kinds of pasta. “It never occurred to me.”

“We were kind of surprised,” you add, tossing a big bag of rice into the cart. “We bought a bunch of stuff, before we…left.” You stumble over the words; gears spin frantically in your brain. The words hang heavily in the air between you. Before we left to find you. Before we found you and then lost you again.

He’s silent for a moment and you know he feels the change in atmosphere, the way time seems to have slowed down.

“Hey,” he says finally. He’s got one arm draped over the side of the cart and his posture is a little stiff. “Did I ever thank you? I mean, properly.”

You bite your lip, keep walking. Your face feels hot. Suddenly, you’re not really looking at what’s on the shelves.

“You did,” you say softly. “But I feel I should be the one thanking you. You’re the reason we’re both alive, you know.”

Saeyoung stops, and you almost crash into him. He spins around, and he’s got a hard, determined look in his face. You’ve seen that look before.

“No,” he says. “Nuh-uh. You saved us. You protected him. You did what I didn’t…couldn’t—”

Ah. Your heart’s pounding against your ribcage. Of course it’s here, you think—in this narrow aisle, next to hundreds of loaves of bread, that he’s saying this to you.

“Saeyoung, he knows that you would die for him. You tried to.”

He stuffs his hands in his pockets, walks away from you, lingers at the end of the aisle. The change in him is remarkable. There’s no hint of the awestruck boy, bouncing up and down over the wide selection of steaks, in this morose, bitter man.

“I didn’t succeed, did I?” he says. A mother with a small child seated in the front of her shopping cart comes down the aisle and you back up into the shelves to let them pass. You wonder if they can feel how thick the air is.

“No, you didn’t,” you say. “And thank god, because where would we be if you had?” He finally looks at you then, and you’re taken aback by the wild look in his eyes. It scares you; you take a step toward him. “You fought for him,” you tell him. “And he fought for you.”

His fingers drum a frantic pattern on the metal shelf beside him. He’s got the look of a cornered animal, ready to bolt. You’ve seen this expression before—though on a different Choi brother.

“I was supposed to protect him,” he says, so quietly you can hardly hear him. You take one more step. Another. Finally you’re at his side, and he flinches, but he doesn’t run away.

“You did,” you say. “And he’s safe. All of us are safe.”

He doesn’t say anything.

“We’re going to buy this stuff,” you tell him. “We’re gonna pay for it, and get in the car, and go back home, and he’ll be there. Waiting for you.”

Saeyoung shuts his eyes and takes a long, slow breath. You do it with him. He runs a shaky hand through his hair again and you give him a little nudge with your elbow. Eyes still closed, one side of his mouth twitches upward—a half-smile.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “I didn’t mean to…”

“I know.”

“I just feel like I owe you…”

“Me too.”

His eyes open; they’re clearer, bright and gold behind his glasses.

“You don’t owe me anything,” he says, and it sounds like a question.

“I love him,” you say. “So, I think I do.”

Saeyoung shakes his head; the color’s back in his cheeks now, and he grabs the cart, pushing it out of the aisle. You jog to catch up, grab onto the side just as he’d done earlier. Hold on tight.

“You love him a lot, don’t you?” he says. You can see him in your peripheral vision—his eyes are twinkling.

“More than anything in the world,” you reply.

“Me too,” he says, echoing you, and you grin. You picture the look on Saeran’s face if he could hear this conversation—the way his green eyes would soften, the way he’d get that adorable little dusting of pink over his cheeks.

Saeyoung turns the cart abruptly, maneuvering into the next aisle with an expertise you didn’t expect—you shriek, barely holding on. He cackles.

“We need this!” he says, and you turn to see him pointing at an alarmingly large box of some sort of purple cookie you’ve never seen before.

We don’t, you almost say, but you hesitate, because what’s the harm?

“Sure,” you say, and you toss them in the cart.

Saeyoung smiles. “I’m glad you’re here,” he says. You know he’s not talking about the stupid cookies.

You beam right back at him. “I am too.”

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freddiesaysalright · 4 years

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Tale as Old as Time - Prologue

Rami!Prince Adam x Reader

Summary: A prince cursed. A young woman aching for adventure. The classic tale of seeing beauty within.

Word Count: 1.6k

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A/N: Okay, y’all we’re kicking off fairy tales with Beauty and the Beast with Rami! I’m putting my own spin on the classic tales, so this isn’t the prologue you’re familiar with. Even so, I hope you enjoy!

Warning(s): None!

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Prologue here we go!!!

A frigid wind stirred the young prince from his sleep. He opened his eyes and looked around, pulling his covers tighter around him. He was frightened, but he thought that twelve was too old to be calling for his mother. His eyes began to adjust and he took in the familiar forms of his bedroom furniture.

He rolled over. His window was mysteriously wide open. With a sigh, he threw the blankets off and padded over to close it. The cold night air made him shiver. As he reached out to push the glass back into the frame, the door burst open.

Startled, he whipped around, coming face to face with his mother. She was white as a ghost and her hair was falling out of its usual neat bun. It frightened him to see her so frantic.

“Rami,” she panted. “Rami, we must leave. Now. Your father, he - he’s done something. We’re not safe here.”

Fear crawled to the front of his heart.

“What’s going on?” he wondered.

“Shh! Keep your voice low,” she whispered. “I can’t explain now, but we don’t have much time. Hurry, pack your things!”

He dashed over to his wardrobe. He snatched up a bag, some clothes, and his traveling cloak. He stepped into his boots and looked back at his mother as he tied them on. She kept glancing between the door and window, as if any second, some monster might appear there and it would be too late.

“Okay, Mother, I’m ready,” he said.

“Come on, quick,” she hissed, taking his hand.

They hurried down the corridor, faster than Rami’s legs could carry him. He had never seen his mother in such a panic, and his mind was awhirl with questions. Somehow, he understood that he could ask none of them until they were safely away.

The walls of the palace felt suddenly like bars on a jail, and he and his mother were making a desperate break for freedom. He wondered where his father was and what he could have done to force them to such desperation.

At the end of the hall, Rami saw the chaos. Servants were fleeing with all their belongings. The housekeeper, Mrs. Carson, was begging them to stay, tears streaming down her face.

“You can’t abandon them now!” she cried to one of the footmen.

“I ain’t stickin’ to find out what that crazy woman’s gonna do to him!” he shot back, and then took off.

The queen brought Rami to a halt, and pushed him up against the wall, pressing herself beside him. She watched carefully until the way was clear. She even waited for Mrs. Carson to leave. Rami found this odd. Mrs. Carson was one of the most trusted people in the palace. What could be so bad that she couldn’t know he and his mother were leaving? Who was the crazy woman the footman was talking about?

“Mother, what’s -” Rami began, unable to stand it anymore.

“Hush!” she snapped. “Please, my darling, I’ll explain everything later.”

Tears of hurt and confusion welled up in his eyes, but he nodded resolutely.

Slowly, they crept down the main hall to the stairs. It was a back stairwell that led to the corridor just outside the throne room. As they flew down the stairs, the noise became louder. Rami heard a hideous screech, so piercing that he stopped and covered his ears.

“Keep moving!” his mother cried over the din. “Please, Rami!”

More frightened than ever, he pushed on, following his mother as closely as possible. They had to sneak by the small entrance to the throne room, where he peered in and saw a woman - the most beautiful he had ever seen. But terrifying. She was golden all over, from her hair to the hem of her dress, and appeared to glow as she glided toward the king.

“All these years, you have kept the debt you owed me,” she said.

Her voice was musical. A sweet soprano with a dangerous edge.

“Please,” the king heaved through a deep breath. He was struggling to stand as well. “I’ll give you anything you want...I just -”

“It’s too late!” she barked at him. “That debt was owed long ago. Now, you will pay the ultimate price.”

She got closer to the king. Rami’s eyes went wide.

“Come, Rami,” the queen urged her son, taking his hand again. “We must hurry.”

They bustled away, but Rami heard his father’s scream. He squeezed his eyes shut, letting the tears fall now.

The prince and queen burst out to the snowy yard, making for the stables. She quickly began saddling her horse with their small bags of essentials. She helped Rami up first and then mounted behind him, wrapping her arms around his thin frame. She took a pause.

“No matter what happens, Rami, know that I love you very much,” she said, with such intensity that at first Rami struggled to respond.

“I love you too, Mother,” he finally choked out.

She smiled, and for a moment, nothing was happening. She was the mother he always knew - warm, calm, and kind. But the moment was fleeting, and they had to go. She pressed her heels into the horse’s side and they made their way through the garden.

Rami absurdly took notice of the roses. His mother had grown them herself, and other than Rami, they were her pride and joy. Each bloom was a deep, rich red. They looked like blood against the white of the snow.

They went through the garden at a slow clip clop. The queen was staying low, forcing Rami to do the same. It was clear she didn’t want to draw attention to them. They were just feet from the gate.

Suddenly, a shadow swept over them, and the golden woman appeared, blocking their path. She smiled, but it was not friendly. It was a threat. Rami could feel his mother’s trembling with his own.

“Whatever my husband owed you, we will pay it twice over, just -”

“Silence!” the woman shouted, with an upstroke of her arm.

The horse whinnied and reared back, throwing the queen and prince off. Rami heard his mother’s cry of surprise and the thud of her hitting the ground. Frightened, he scrambled to his knees to look over. She was alarmingly still.

He could not focus on the heartbreak. The golden woman was bearing down on him. The prince recoiled, trying to get away, but he wasn’t fast enough. The woman was upon him. He looked at her through watery eyes, skin burning from where the cold brushed his wet cheeks.

“I can’t let you carry on the line of traitors,” she said.

“I - I haven’t done anything to you,” Rami stammered. “Don’t you know mercy, enchantress?”

She smirked, but the expression made him feel sick.

“I do know mercy, child,” she said. “Your punishment will not be to die. You will live, but not as yourself.”

“W-what do you mean?” he questioned.

“You will see,” she returned ominously.

She held out her hand. With wide eyes, he watched gold orbs float toward him. Millions of them, lighting up his face and clothes. It was almost peaceful.

Then.

Excruciating pain. Every muscle felt like it was ripping apart. He shrieked and thrashed on the ground, unaware of the biting chill of the snow. His body felt like it was on fire, from his eyes to his toes, like he was contorting and stretching unnaturally. Just when he thought she was killing him, it stopped.

Chest heaving and tears falling, Rami caught his breath. He tried to sit up, but his body felt heavier than he remembered. He also felt warmer than he was earlier. He looked around and saw his clothes in shreds around him. He looked wildly up at the enchantress.

“What have you done?” he demanded, but his voice was not his own. It was deeper and had a growl he was not accustomed to.

She held out her hand, and a golden hand mirror appeared there. She held it out to him. He took it and turned the glass toward himself. He bit back another scream.

His face was gone! He was covered in hair. Sharp teeth protruded from his mouth. Horns sat on his head. The hand holding the mirror was actually a grizzly paw, with claws and everything. More tears formed. His eyes were all that remained of the body he was born with.

“What have you done?” he asked again, trying to ignore the rumbly sound from his chest.

“I am keeping you from marrying,” she said. “This is a curse, child.”

His lip trembled, and he wished that he had not begged for this kind of mercy.

“Before you despair, hope is not lost,” she continued. She plucked a rose from the bush beside her and offered it to him the same way she had the mirror. “This rose will bloom until your twenty-fifth year. You have until the last petal falls.”

“To do what?” he wondered.

“To find true love,” she said. “True love will break the curse.”

“But how can I find true love as a - a beast?!”

“You will have to find a love to see the prince beneath the beast,” she explained. “True love finds beauty within.”

“And if I don’t find true love in time?” he asked.

“Then you will remain a beast until the end of your days,” she said solemnly.

“This is cruel,” he whimpered.

“It is payment,” she returned sternly. “Farwell, little prince. And good luck.”

With a wicked laugh, she faded away, leaving Rami stricken in the snow. He had never felt so helpless. He had no family, he lost his body, and he had an impossible task. He looked at himself in the mirror again.

Who could ever learn to love a beast?

#rami malek #rami malek imagine #rami malek x reader #rami malek x you #BoRhap #BoRhap cast #borhap boys #freddie mercury #freddie mercury imagine #freddie mercury x reader #freddie mercury x you #Queen #bohemian rhapsody #tale as old as time series

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dandelion-vines · 4 years

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Incest AU time!! Kinks in this one: incest mostly, praise, Geralt having a big cock like woah 😳 So, Geralt has a son, Jaskier. He’s about 18. One day, he goes on some rather lewd sites, and sees and hears a familiar, soft voice moaning ‘daddy’, along with the sight of his oen son wearing a skirt and riding a dildo. He decides to punish his boy by fucking him, following his exact begs he had heard the day before of breeding him full of cum.

Yeah im gonna go ahead and say it: im proud of this one, @squidskinks

thank you so much for this prompt i legit had to much fun with it. Also can we get a hell yes for genderqueer jask and a respects-pronouns-loves-his-kid geralt?? because hell yes. i love them

tags: incest, ask to tag (im not sure what else it needs)

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Geralt glances at Jaskier's wrist as he drinks his morning coffee. He—they're wearing the purple bracelet today, matched up with a yellow-striped romper and a baseball cap that says Dad on it. Fashion, Geralt'll never understand, but the bracelet is easy an indicator.

"You ready to go, Julek?" Jaskier tucks wisps of their wavy hair behind their ears, smearing lip gloss onto their lips before tugging their backpack on. Tsk, no breakfast, even— Geralt's mindful to shove pop-tarts and an apple into their bag as they tug their converse on.

"Yeah Dad, just a second." Geralt hums, grabbing the keys to the car.

"Lock the door—"

"Yeah, yeah, Dad, lock the door behind you and pinch yourself so you remember you locked it— I've got it old man," they tease with a wink. Fucking teenagers, Vesemir would've given him a Look for that sort of behaviour, but what can Geralt say? He's soft.

He drops Jaskier off at school—fuck, their ass looks good in— "Bye, Dad!"

Geralt hums, waves, and turns the godawful radio up.

He pours himself two fingers of white gull when he gets home, and settles down on the sofa, laptop balanced on his lap— first day off in a fucking week, the hospital's been crazy busy and— Geralt lets his drink burn down his throat, a distraction to his work-wandering mind.

Funny thing about alcohol though— it makes him fucking horny. Geralt gasps, palming over his cock, his eyelids fluttering as he takes another sip. Fuck. He can't remember the last time he'd indulged like this, not to mentioned actually had sex with someone.

It's quick work to pull up a pornsite, lip bit as he palms himself, scrolling through thumbnails of cunts, dicks, and tits and— oh what's this?

The video reads horny boy fucks his dildo and moans for Daddy, and those pale thighs and pink dick framed by a baby-pink skirt rucked up to show it all off... promising.

Geralt clicks on it, leaning back into the sofa as he tugs his cock out of his joggers, letting it lay against his stomach as he palms it.

The video starts with the boy sitting criss-cross, face out of frame. He's wearing an oversized sweater and a pink skirt, playing with his sleeves as he talks, tells Daddy about his day, and his voice is oddly familiar.

And the bitch called me a horsefucker, Daddy— and honestly, he shifts, leaning back against the wall, planting his feet on the ground and parting his knees to show off his half-hard cock—if you breed me like a mare, Daddy, I'd count it.

Geralt stares slack-jawed at the screen, and Jaskier's face stares back, eyes hooded as they fist their cock.

Fuck— what the fuck, his barely-legal fucking kid's doing porn? Geralt should be fucking mad, but all he feels is shock and arousal. Julek's cock's so pretty, long and thick, so unlike the last time Geralt had seen it when his kid'd been but seven, washing them in the bath after a long evening at the pool. They're so fucking grown up, Geralt can't beleive it.

Been dreaming of your cock for so long, Daddy— Geralt can't even close off the site, watching in rapt attention as his kid fingers themself, moaning as they scissor their ass open and Melitele, this is Geralt's fucking child, and yet, all he can do is watch.

Julek lubes up a dildo (a fucking dildo?? Is that what they'd done with their birthday money?) and teases their hole with it, looking entirely wanton as they lay ass-up on the carpet. Please, please fuck me Daddy, fuck your pretty whore, I've been so good— Ah! Fuck, breed me yesyesyesyes—"

Geralt's movements are just as desperate as Jaskier's as he strips his cock, friction too much but he doesn't fucking care, eyes trained on his kid's ass fucking swallowing that dildo, as big as it is.

Breed me, Daddy, put a pup in me so you can fuck it, too, fuck, Daddy, wouldn't you like that? A— ah!— another cute cunt to fuck— please Daddy, breed my pussy, breed your boy's pussy, Daddy— Fuck!"

Geralt feels fucking dizzy, spilling over his hand with a buck and a groan. He hears Jaskier's voice raise in pitch, a constant stream of fuck, yes, please, breed me, mindlessly escsaping his mouth as he cums untouched to the dildo in his ass.

Geral watches, breathless from his own orgasm, and decidess he fucking is going to breed his kid's ass.

His stomach is a flutter of nerves and lust, an evening spent binging his kid's porn and he’s probably a hair's trigger on his cock at this point. Not that it matters, he could probably cum a hundred times over, his balls so fucking full after a week of not getting off. Geralt stretches, sweatpants low on his hips, shirtless as he bites into another cookie (he'll have to hide his box of cookies before Jaskier got home; he’d, unfortunately, inherited Geralt's sweet tooth).

"Dad! You home?" The door slams open and fuck, what's the point, he can always buy more cookies, he wants to fucking breed his bitch.

Geralt brushes the crumbs off himself as he walks for the door, Jaskier struggling with their heels. "Dad—" he does a double take as he looks at Geralt leant against the archway between the living room and the enterance to the house, muscles rippling as he tucks his arms into his elbows, sweatpants showing off the vee of his hips.

"Daddy—" Jaskier mutters, breathless as if in a trance before he duck his blushing face and finally kicks his heels off. "Hi— uh," his kid glances at him, eyes trained on the bulge in his sweatpants.

"Want me to breed you till you're filled up, Jask? What was it— till you can give me another cute cunt to fuck?"

His kid's breath hitches and they either looks like they're about to run or have a panic attack. "Julek," he mutters, coming to cup their cheek, adoring the way Jaskier melts into the touch. Bright blue eyes look up at him, fluttering closed as Geralt brushses his lips over theirs. "Do you want this?" He whispers, fingers tingling as they slip down to Jaskier's waist.

"You're really offering, Dad?" Geralt pressess a soft kiss to their nose, before resting his forehead againsnt theirs. He takes their hand, guiding it to his cock with a hum and a breathless sigh as Jaskier gives his cock a gentle squeeze.

They kiss in ernest then, and for all the minx Jaskier claims to be, they're a sloppy kisser, woefuly unexperienced and does that thought bring a whimper to Geralt’s mouth, that he's probably his kid's first kiss.

He has half a mind as he coaxes Jaskier into a jump, holding them up as he makes for his bedroom down the hall. "You were so pretty, Julek, flushed pink—" Jaskier moans as Geralt nips at his neck, laying them down onto the bed before working them out of their romper.

"Melitele—is this for me?" His eyes are trained on his kid's panties, thin material showing of their cock. "Can I, pretty Jask?" His kid shudders as he moans a yes, their fingers tangling in Geralt's hair as he lips at their pretty cock. He hooks his fingers into the waistband, kissing at their hips, down their leg as he works it off.

He takes a moment to admire them, skin flushed pink, cock half-hard. Their carefuly-done hair flops over their forehad, mussed and messy, their lips swollen just barely from their kiss. He can't believe he's doing this, fucking his kid, mouth watering to press kisses down his chest, to lick at his nipples— fuck.

"You're gorgeous, Julek," and Jasksier pants from where he lays, eyes trained on Geralt as he reaches to his bedside drawer for his lube. "I've been watching your videos all evening— thought you'd been doing homework, not that you were being a cute slut for everyone to see."

"Daddy please," and who's Geralt to deny his kid that (or anything for that matter). He lets his fingers circle their hole, pink and twitching under his movements, before he slips a finger in, Jaskier sighing as if he's found peace after years at war.

"Fuck, Jask, didn't know you were such a whore, baby." Jaskier nods, biting down on his lip, looking for all the world like he's about to cry.

Geralt runs a thumb over their lower lip, pressing the pad of it into his smouth. "None of that, Jas, you don't need to feel bad; it's normal to have urges and to want to share them."

Jaskier whimpers as he continues,"—suck for me, baby, and I might let you suck my dick at dinnertime, too; wouldn't you like that? Being Daddy's bitch? You're so desperate for it, aren't you, pretty Julek? Can't stop begging for your Daddy to breed you?" He works another finger into him; it'll take at least four, and he's willing, anything to keep his boy safe and comfortable.

He brushes against their prostate, watching them cry out— fuck they're so beautiful— and go to touch their cock.

"No, Jaskier, naughty boys don't get to touch their cocks; you'll cum from my dick in your cunt, or none at all, undersood?"

Jaskier whimpers, slobbering on Geralt's thumb as they mutters out a small Yes, Daddy, hips bucking as Geralt brushes against their sweet spot again.

They're an incoherent mess by the time Geralt works in four fingers, arching off the mattress as they beg, “Daddy please, I'll be good, please fuck me Dad! Fuck breedmebreedmebreedme—”

"Gods, you're so hungy for my cock, aren't you, Jask?" He mumbles, teasing his kid's hole with his tip, not quite pushing in. "Want your Daddy's cum? Want the same cum that made you to fill up your sluttly hole, baby?" He leans forward, pressing his lips to Jaskier’s, head tilted as he fucks his tongue into their mouth, swallowing their moans as he slowsly pushes his cock into their hole.

"Fuck, Jaskier, you're so tight— so perfect for me, I love your cunt, baby," he whispers against Jaskier's lips, every muscle in his body tense from keeping himself from fucking plowing into his kid.

"You ready for me to move, sweetheart? Want me to fuck you like you begged me to?"Jaskier gasps as Geral bucks into him, dragged to and fro as Geralt fucks into him, fast and rough and hard— this is punishment after all, for being such a slut for all the world to see, Geralt's child fucking themself open in front of millions.

The thought only makes him fuck faster, holding Jaskier's hips up from where they lay on the bed, back against the mattress.

Jaskier's hands grip at the bedsheets, lips parted— they look entirely cockdumb, eyes crossing as their dick squirts pre, such a sesnitive little cock; Geralt aches to press kisses up it, but settles for breeding his ass intead.

His kid whimpers, shaky hands coming to pinch at their cute nipples— their ass tightens around Geralt's cock, and fuck, Geralt cums with a groan, his kid moaning as they’re bred, warm cum filling their ass. He pumps in a couple more times till they're both far too sensitive, collapsing next to Jaskier on the bed.

"Daddy," his kid whimpers stomach dripping cum, their cock’s spend, onto Geralt's sheets a they turn, cuddling into his side and onto his chest, "I'm sorry, Daddy."

Geralt wraps an arm around his kid's hip, bringing them closer, pressing a kiss into their sweaty hair. "'s alright, Julek," he brushes their lips together, delighting in the way his kid sighs and tries to deepen their kiss. "Never thought you'd be such a kinky bitch when I held you in my hands for the first time, Jas, fucking your own dad."

Jaskier hides their head into Geralt's neck, their cheek hot against his neck. "Like you didn't enjoy it, old man," he mumbles.

Geralt huffs a laugh, runnig his fingers through Julek's hair, holding is kid close. "No, not like I didn't."

#devilkin incest #.......bro is this my first incest fic???#huhh///#devilkin geralt/jaskier

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turtle-steverogers · 4 years

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Not Guilty- 2

murder mystery’s back! im having too much fun with this story guys

Link to chap 1 in case you need it

warnings: albert being a human disaster, abuse of the word ‘milk’

ship: ralbert, platonic spalbert

word count: 1680

editing: lmaoooo no

Chap 2

When Albert gets to the precinct the next morning, he’s wary to find a wrapped parcel on his desk that looks suspiciously like a sandwich. He pokes at it, frowning when he sees a singular smiley face drawn on the underside in black sharpie.

“Hey, uh, Spot?” He calls, looking up when he hears his partner’s chair roll out from his desk and subsequently poke his head around the low wooden wall that separates their cubicles.

“Yes, honeycakes?” Spot’s expression is the face of innocence and Albert’s stomach churns.

“Did you-” He stumbles, gesturing to the presumed sandwich, “Is this for me?”

“It’s on your desk, isn’t it?” Spot smiles, rolling back into his cubicle.

Albert sighs, taking off his messenger bag and jacket and sitting heavily in his desk chair. He cautiously unwraps the white paper to find a loaded meatball sub sitting in the middle of a napkin. There’s a sticky note placed delicately on the fluffy white bread and Albert plucks it up, squinting at the words:

Sorry you didn’t finish your sandwich xoxo Spottie

He laughs probably too loud and sticks the sticky note on his desktop, right next to the note from Jack that reads: ‘I’m sorry for stealing your pants, I had brains on mine’ after Jack had taken his extra pair of slacks from his locker when his got spoiled at a crime scene.

He takes a bite of the sandwich, pleased to find that he can still stomach his favorite Gianno’s special after yesterday’s events. As he chews, careful not to get any tomato sauce on his shirt, he plucks a sticky note from his own pad and scrawls out: Thanks, Pop Spotcket. Love u, dear xoxo and tosses it over to Spot.

A moment later, Spot snorts indignantly, “‘Pop Spotcket’? Really? Does anyone actually use those anymore? The only person I know who has one is my niece and she’s eleven.”

Albert rolls his chair so he’s in Spot’s cubicle, sandwich still in hand, “I have one, asshole. They’re useful. Anyway, thanks for the sandwich. How’s it looking at Gianno’s?”

Spot sighs wearily, placing a stack of papers down and turning from his computer to look at Albert, “Eh. They’re closed today. I stopped by this morning to pick up some evidence left at the crime scene and one of the waiters asked if I wanted anything and I remembered that you didn’t get to finish your lunch yesterday so…”

“Thanks, man,” Albert says, mouth full. Spot wrinkles his nose and tells him not to speak with food in his mouth. Albert rolls his eyes, “Anyway, evidence? What’s new?”

“Nothing really,” Spot says, “Just Wiesel’s receipt from his last meal. Wasn’t really much on it, but it gave us a sure timestamp that lines up with our original record, so at least that’s set.”

“Good,” Albert shoves the last bit of sandwich into his mouth, licking his fingers.

“Yeah. Saw our boy there, though.”

Albert raises his eyebrows, “Higgins?”

“Mhm.”

“How’s he?”

Spot shrugs, “Didn’t talk to him. Kid looked like shit. Well, more shitty than yesterday if that’s somehow possible. Kept sending cute little glares my way, fucking ray of sunshine, that one.”

“Christ,” Albert grimaces, “I’m convinced he’s a player in this debacle somehow. I mean, he seemed genuinely surprised when he found out the vic was Wiesel, but too many strings lead to connections on his end.”

“Yeah,” Spot agrees, “I dunno, I say we dig a little into Wiesel’s other relations as well. I feel like there’s a gap here somewhere.”

“Toxicology came back,” Albert says after a pause.

Spot looks at him, eyebrows raised, “And?”

“Sarin poison in the blood. Stab wounds were post-mortem. Someone wanted this shit to look messier than it is.”

“Interesting. I wonder who’d go through the trouble of poisoning, then following up with a physical attack. ‘Specially in a public place. S’kinda risky.”

“That’s what I was thinking, but whoever it was, clearly knew what they were doing.”

“Clearly…”

XXX

Albert never understood why there was such a wide variety of milks in the world. And why, in this moment, he can’t find any simple fucking 2%.

He scans over the selection again, bypassing the almond and oat milks and skimming over the fritzy lactose free shit. There’s strawberry milk and chocolate milk on display and even horrifyingly enough, mint milk, but no fucking 2%. It’s not even like this fucking bodega is big enough to warrant having so many milks.

He just wants some damn normal person milk!

“Excuse me, detective.”

Albert doesn’t startle. He doesn’t. He’s a trained law enforcement officer and detective. People like him don’t fucking startle. But, he is on high, professional alert when he turns around to see Antonio Fucking Higgins standing behind him, eyebrows raised in what’s probably amusement and hands shoved in his pockets.

Albert makes a strangled noise, eyes working on their own accord as they trail down Higgins’ body. He’s sweaty, looking like he just came from some sort of workout, and a pair of tight adidas running pants hug his legs in all the right places. He’s in a tank top today, somehow doing his arms more justice than the grey shirt he’d been wearing yesterday. A hat sits backwards on his head, doing little to tame the curls that are trying to sneak out of the stupid hole where the strap meets the fabric. He looks hot and it’s unfair and Albert’s never been ashamed of his sexuality, but right now he’s wishing that he could reign in his gay ass a little bit because aside from the fact that Higgins is a bit of a prick, he’s also a suspect and that’s, like, number one in the Book of Nope for cops of any kind.

Higgins is still looking at him, but now there’s a small crease of concern between his eyebrows, “You alright, man?” He asks, “You look kinda like you’re having a heart attack. Do you have any chest pain? Your left arm feel numb at all?”

Albert shakes himself, morphing his expression into something he hopes looks less like Gay Panic, “Yeah, sorry, I-” He splutters a bit, then shuts his mouth with a click.

Higgins scoffs, “I just need milk, man, you mind?”

Albert starts, hastily stepping out from where he was definitely blocking the milk selection and watching as Race grabs a carton of-- fucking 2%. How did he find it so fast? How did Albert not see it? He’s supposed to be the one trained to look for details others don’t see!

Trying not to flush, Albert reaches out and grabs a carton as well and Higgins looks at him again, laughing, “You were standing here for a long time, dude, I thought you were gonna murder the milk for a second.”

“Couldn’t find the 2%.” Albert mumbles, blushing harder when Higgins laughs louder.

“Real good reconnaissance there, detective.”

When Higgins is laughing, his face changes into something a whole lot more pleasant. Not that it was ever unpleasant (the dude’s got a jawline of a god), but some of the hardness in his eyes and shadows on his face go away and for just a second, he looks like the 25 year old he’s supposed to be. It’s nice, Albert thinks, ignoring the way alarm bells are going off in his head.

“Shut up, Higgins, I’m tired. Some of us have to read about murders all day, so excuse me if my milk finding skills aren’t the most refined.”

Higgins’ face softens and the smile in his eyes turns into something else that Albert doesn’t want to dissect, “Race.”

“What?”

“Higgins is my dad, not me. And I don’t like the name Antonio very much, so if we’re gonna be talking more, be it over murder or milk, call me Race.”

“Race?”

Higgins--Race--winks, “That’s a story for level five amici.”

“Oh, okay.”

They pause for a moment and even though Albert’s not drunk, his inhibitions seem to flutter away from him against his will as he blurts out, “Drinks sometime? Would- uh- would you wanna get drinks sometime?”

And fuck-fuck- SHIT- what are you doing Dasilva? What the fuck?

Race considers him for a moment, “Not that I wouldn’t hit that,” he nods to Albert’s body and Albert flushes. Damnit with the flushing! He’s 26, not some flouncy high schooler, “But I don’t think that’s a good idea, detective.”

Albert nods, “No, yeah, honestly I don’t know why I asked- uh-”

“Relax, don’t have an aneurysm, it’s okay. I just don’t think it’s a good idea right now.”

“No no, you’re right. Absolutely.”

There’s another pause, then Race smiles apologetically, “I gotta go get the rest of my groceries. Take care.”

Albert cringes internally at how fucking painfully awkward this exchange has been, “You too,” he says, watching Race retreat to the wine aisle. He takes another moment to gather himself, then goes to the checkout line.

XXX

Albert turns up the volume on his TV, pleased with the quiet solitude of his apartment for the night. He doesn’t love living alone, but it’s been a long couple days and he’s been looking forward to a night to himself since he’d woken up that morning. Just him, some thai, and the Animal Planet playing reruns of ‘It’s Me or the Dog’ all night. Fucking self care.

He’s just yelling at some dog owner on the TV for feeding his pug 24 eggs a day and watching as Victoria Stilwell chews out the greasy fucker when his phone rings on the coffee table in front of him.

Groaning, Albert mutes the show and chugs down a few sips of beer, before picking up the phone and answering with an annoyed, “Someone better be dying.”

There’s silence on the other end and Albert pulls the phone away from his ear to check the caller ID. It’s Spot. Shit, someone might actually be dying.”

“Spot? Everything okay?”

Spot sounds sheepish when he says, “Well no one’s dying, technically…”

“But…”

“There was another murder.”

“Shit.”

Race went straight home after the bodega, right? RIGHT!??!? stay tuned ;)

thanks saph for ‘pop spotcket’

thanks for reading, chiefs

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wantstoflyafraidtofall · 4 years

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Chapter 1: Afternoon Shadows

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The car rolled up the crunchy gravel driveway and came to a slow stop in front of the house. Dean took the keys out of the ignition and turned off the radio before getting out of the car and grabbing his bags from the trunk.

The house was old and relatively large with 4 bedrooms, each with its own full bathroom. Large stone steps led up to a set polished dark oak doors, set with intricate stained glass windows. On either side of the door stretched a porch with an overhang held up by thick, sandstone composite pillars.

The wood of the porch creaked as Dean walked across it. The key easily slid into and turned the lock in the handleset knob. The door gracefully swung open to reveal a large open atrium with a library off to the left through a set of glass paned french doors and a living room to the right through a large arch.

Stairs were set in the center back of the atrium that rose to a landing before splitting in separate directions. A large crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling, lighting both the entryway and hall balconies above.

Two doors were on either side of the stairs. One led down a hallway with 3 rooms--a half bath, laundry and mudroom that had a door to the back yard, and the door to the cellar. The other door led into the kitchen. The kitchen had yet another door that led into a bright sunroom with skylights and shelves set into the walls.

None of the lights in the house were on but it was beautifully lit by the natural light seeping through the windows.

Dean picked up his duffles from where he set them on the porch while unlocking the door and carried them up the stairs. He went up the right staircase and chose the room at the end of the hall.

There was already a bed in the room but other than kitchen appliances, beds, and laundry machines, the house was unfurnished. The moving truck was on its way with the rest of the furniture Dean bought for the house when he first visited it.

A rumble and crunch of gravel alerted Dean that the moving truck(speak of the devil) was here. A few young men hopped out of the truck and began pulling out the furniture. After about 20 minutes, everything had been moved into the house and placed where Dean had directed.

Boxes were stacked up in messy towers in most rooms. Dean walked into the library and opened one of the larger boxes. It was filled with books given to him throughout the years by friends and family but mostly Sam.

Dean would never admit to it, but he enjoyed a good book. Sam saw right through his lies and brought him all sorts of books.

Dean left the box open and walked over to the walnut book shelves set into the walls. He ran his fingers over the polished wood, leaving trails in the dust that had accumulated on the shelves in the absence of books.

He wiped his hand on his jeans and walked to the kitchen. Smaller brown boxes were scattered around the room on the counters and floor. He grabbed the one labeled ‘fridge’ and pulled off the tape holding it shut.

Inside the box were some magnets and a few pictures. He pulled them out one at a time. First a picture of his brother, Sammy, and his wife, Jess, sitting in the yard with their dog, Bones. A picture of Mary smiling in the afternoon sun. Pictures of His father, Bobby, Sammy, and Dean himself laughing together or fishing or fixing up a car.

After pinning all the pictures to the fridge with some magnets, he reached what he was looking for. He pulled out the pad of sticky notes and a pen-- both had magnets attached to them so they would hang on the refrigerator-- and started his To-Do list.

Dust

Unpack boxes

Groceries

Call Bobby

Dean fished his phone out of his pocket and found Bobby in his contacts, pressing the call button.

After Dean's mother died, John drowned his sorrows in alcohol. He would release Hell’s fury on Dean and Dean took it to keep Sammy safe. When Bobby found out he became his and Sam's father figure, having them move into his house and help with the cars in his shop.

Bobby picked up after 3 rings

“Hello?”

“Hey Bobby. I'm at the house, gonna start unpacking tomorrow.”

“Is everything fine down there?”

“Yup. Tell Ellen thanks for me will ya? She’s too good to me.”

“Of course and we will do anything for ya idjits.”

“You said she got this house from a relative in their will right?”

“Sure did. Her great aunt left a little somethin’ to all her great nieces and nephews. She really loved Ellen so she gave her the house but only bits of her money to the rest.”

“Well it's damn lucky she has such a good family and that you and her got each other. I've gotta head out and get some food before I starve to death in this place. Thanks again, Bobby.”

“No problem, and Dean, take care of yourself.”

Dean ended the call, placing his phone on the counter with a sigh. As soon as he moved to go get his keys, his phone began to ring again. He looked at the screen name and answered.

“Hiya Sammy. Calling to check up on me?”

“Yes and No. I actually have a… favor to ask.”

Dean paused for a moment, wondering what kind of favor was making his brother so nervous to ask him about before replying. “Whatcha need?”

“I have a friend who just finished college and is out of a house. He is near your area and that house is big enough to fit the both of you so would it be ok if he stayed there till he finds a decent apartment?”

Dean never keeps people close in fear of becoming too attached and losing them or being hurt by them. He has such a burden -- courtesy of his father -- that people who become too close to him have to help bear. But it's not like this friend of Sams is going to be staying that long and Sams right, the house is big. If Deans being honest, the house was a bit lonely and it would be nice to not be alone. Maybe it won't be so bad to have another warm body in the house.

“Sure thing, Sammy. Can you, uh, tell me who he is and when he’s coming?”

“That's great! His name is Castiel Novak and he will be coming in about three days. He’s nice and quiet and won’t bother you much. You need some more people in that big house anyway you will get lonely and depre-”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, don’t make me take back my choice.” Dean grumbled.

“Ok, I'll tell him. Make sure you clean up a bit before he gets there.”

“Don't worry mom, I can take care of myself.”

Dean hung up the phone for a second time and decided to put it in his pocket in case anyone else wants to bother him on his grocery run. He should get extra food for this Castiel guy. Odd name, huh?

He grabs the keys of a box sitting in the entryway and locks the large doors behind him before almost bouncing down the steps to his car.

Deans Black 1967 Chevy Impala had been left with Bobby at his shop while Dean moved. Baby is Dean's pride and joy. They way her engine purrs when he rides down the street and Led Zeppelin blasting through her speakers filled him with joy.

The ride to the store was short and there weren't any people in the small building other than himself and a rather bored looking cashier. He grabbed all of the food he needed for the next few days and a six-pack of beer and put them in his cart.

The cashier began to scan his items, glancing up at his face a few times before asking, “I've never seen you around before, are you moving into the old Fletcher house?”

“Uh, yeah. I am.”

The kashier -- kevin according to his nametag -- nodded as he finished scanning the items.

“Im Kevin, by the way,” The cashier looked back up at Dean and held out his hand.

“Dean,” He said before shaking his hand, “You look a bit young to be a year round employee, are you in school?”

“I'm in advanced placement at the college a few towns over.”

“Well nice to meetcha Kevin.”

“Uh huh, yup. Have a nice night, here’s your card.” He handed back Dean’s card before going back to looking extremely bored.

Dean loaded the groceries in the trunk and drove back to the Fletcher House, as Kevin had called it, the gravel crackling under Baby’s tires.

By the time Dean finished unloading the groceries and eating his extravagant dinner consisting of cereal and some beer when he was done, it was already 9:30. He sighed and went upstairs to his room to get ready for bed.

He changed his shirt and boxers for a clean pair and threw his dirty clothes over in the corner by a dresser Sam got him when he decided to get his own house. He had been living with Sam and his girlfriend Jess ever since he got his knee shot and was deemed “unfit for duty”.

Dean was in the military for 5 years as a Marine, just like his father, until he got hit with a bullet right in his knee while deployed. It never healed properly causing him to have a weak knee and enough reason to be sent home.

The bathroom was large with a white tiled floor and shower. The sink was set in the center of the granite counter top in front of a large, frameless, mirror.

Dean turned the water on and wetted his toothbrush before putting a decent sized glob of toothpaste on it. He brushed his teeth and spit out the minty foam. He turned the water back on and watched as the water washed the used toothpaste down the drain.

He looked up at the mirror, still bent over the sink. Standing in the doorway was a dark, shadowy figure. Dean whipped around to face the shadow but the door was empty. He turned back to the mirror, the doorway still empty, and rinsed of his toothbrush and set it on the counter.

Dean walked over to his bed and curled up under the duvet. He really needs to sleep more, he needs to get himself together before his housemate gets here. Castiel . This guy sounds like he’s going to be a little stuck up but it’s only temporary and even bad company is better than none.

He fell asleep. Unaware of the shadow watching him from the corner of the room.

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 5 years

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An Unspoken Rule Part Eighteen

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Notes: Sorry this is a little late!

Warnings: None.

Summary: It wasn’t that Layla and I had fought over the William thing; we’d jut fallen out of touch. Lines has been drawn, and I was on William’s side. Now, in more ways than one.

“I knew it,” LeeAnn was grinning in a way that I was sure I’d never seen. When she’d stepped into the living room, Will and I had jumped to the opposite sides of the couch like we were teenagers at a high school dance that had been told to make room for Jesus. I slouched down in my seat, covering my face with my hands. “Ma,” William started, and I laughed. I hadn’t heard him that embarrassed since he’d graduated and LeeAnn had cried. “Why didn’t you tell me?” LeeAnn asked, putting her hands on her hips. “We just … It’s new. It’s still really new, we haven’t even talked about it that much yet,” Will said, glancing at me. I nodded. That was true, we’d barely discussed it. LeeAnn hummed. “Fine, I won’t say anything to anyone… Except your father. And Benny— I came in here,” She raised her voice as William and I began to protest, “To find out if either of you could babysit Jake this Friday.” “Sure,” Will and I answered in unison. “We can look after Jake,” I added, glancing over at Will. LeeAnn smiled, kissing the each of us on the cheeks before heading out of the living room. I glanced up at see her watching us as she walked away and I slid down my in spot, covering my face and laughing. “Oh, man,” I shook my head, “That was not how I planned on your mother finding out.” I yelped as William gripped me by my calf, pulling me across the couch and into his lap. “What are you doing?” I laughed. “Mom already knows and she’s the only other person here, so what’s stopping us?” He smiled. That was true. John and Benny had left to do the grocery shopping for that night’s get-together. “I’m sorry, I can’t make out with you knowing your mom might be in earshot,” I said, shaking my head. “Don’t forget your brother.” We froze when we heard Benny’s voice. I looked up to see him holding several grocery bags. “Wanna help out here?” He asked. “Uh huh,” I said, climbing off of Will’s lap, moving to get up and help. “Sit. I’ve got ‘em,” Will said, getting up. He pecked my lips before pressing past Benny to get into the kitchen. I rested my head on hand, glancing over at Benny, who was giving me a look that I couldn’t read. “What?” I asked. “We’re talking about this later,” he said simply before heading into the kitchen to help.

“Great,” I mumbled, sliding all the way down to lay down on the couch.

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“My god it has been an age!” Layla was grinning and holding me by the shoulders. I had this urge to shake her loose, tell her that she must have the wrong person, but it was way too late for that.

“It — It really has, how’s that uh— Weren’t you dating a lawyer?” I asked. It wasn’t that Layla and I had fought over the William thing; we’d jut fallen out of touch. Lines has been drawn, and I was on William’s side. Now, in more ways than one. “Oh, well, I was dating him, but,” She raised her left hand, wiggling her fingers and flashing an engagement ring. “Oh! My god!” I said, stunned. “Yeah!” She said, lowering her hand and looking at it, smiling. “He’s… A sweetheart, you know? A really nice guy and I just, I love him,” She smiled. “What about you?” She asked, smiling, “You seeing anyone?” “Ah… Kinda, yeah, but it’s still pretty new. I feel like if I talk about it I’ll jinx it,” I shook my head. Layla smiled. “We should grab coffee, catch up,” She said, “Your number is still the same, right?” I nodded. “Yep, same number,” I said. “We’ll get together,” She said before pulling me into another hug, “It was so great to see you!” “It was great to see you, too, Layla,” I said, surprised to find that I actually meant it a little.

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“Benny gave me the shovel talk,” William told me as we cleaned up Jake’s toys from that night. He hadn’t gone down until after we’d read ‘Red Fish, Blue Fish’ five times. LeeAnn and John had called around eight to check in with us, and tell us they’d be home close to eleven. “Shovel talk?” I repeated, looking up at William from my dismantling of the Jake’s lego castle. “Yeah, you know: ‘if you hurt her I’ll kill you’, that kinda thing.” I scoffed, leaning back against the couch and shaking my head. “Unnecessary,” I commented. Will shrugged, turning and leaning back against the couch beside me. “He cares about you.” “He cares about you, too. He’s your brother, the threatening is not cool.” “I don’t think he was serious about it,” Will reassured, pulling me closer. I hummed, curling into his side and wrapping an arm around his middle. I ran my thumb along Will’s side, smiling as his fingers combed through my hair.

“Still a dick move. I’ll talk to him.” “I can talk to my own brother,” William insisted. I nodded, closing my eyes. “You okay?” He asked quietly, “You’ve been pretty quiet tonight.” “We were taking care of Jakey. I was preoccupied.” “You know that’s not what I mean. This was a different kind of quiet. This was your ‘something’s on my mind but I don’t know what to do’ kinda quiet.” “I have different quiets?” “You do, but we can talk about that when you aren’t trying to change the subject. Which you do a lot, by the way,” William pointed out. “Well hey, maybe we should talk about that,” I said, looking up at him. William smiled, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “What’s going on up there?” He murmured. I bit my lip, thumbing the fabric of Will’s shirt. “…Nothing. It’s just been a long day, I’m— I’m just taking it all in.” William didn’t look very convinced, but he nodded, letting it go in favor of kissing me gently.

“Can I take you out tomorrow?” He asked between kisses. I smiled. “You took me out last time, it’s my turn.” “Not true,” William argued, “You paid for the batting cages.” “You took me out in the first place,” I pointed out. William chuckled. “So stubborn,” He murmured, “But fine. You can take me out this time.” “Good.”

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“So, you and Will?” I kept my hands up, steady as Benny punched at the protective pads there. “Me and Will,” I confirmed, “That alright with you?” Benny lowered his hands, catching his breath, and I followed suit. “You like him?” “Yes.” “You happy?” “Yes.” “Then it’s alright with me.” I put my hands up just in time for Benny to start punching again. “Yeah? Then why did you give Will a talk?” Benny dropped his hands again, putting them on his hips. He sniffed, shrugging and looking around. “I was just fucking with ‘im.” “Benny, come on. You didn’t have to do that. And you know he’d never hurt me, not on purpose.” Benny nodded, eyes focused on the floor. I stepped a little closer to him. “What is it?” “… If you two break up, that could make things weird between you and me and you and him and—“ “Hey, hey,” I said, pulling the pads off of my hands and tucking them under my arms to cup Benny’s face.

“Even if Will and I broke up, I would not expect you to choose me. Will is your brother.”

“You’re family, too,” Benny said with a firmness that surprised me. I nodded.

“And you are to me,” I said, “but me and you are gonna be fine, no matter what. I promise.”

Benny nodded, but I could still see a tightness in his jaw. I leaned away, pulling the gloves back on.

“C’mon. Punch it out,” I said, holding my hands up.

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marveling-chrisevans · 4 years

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What If - Walk of shame

What If - Walk of Shame

Chris Evans x OFC

Chapter six - 1932 words

Warnings: uh swearing maybe?

Summary: What if. What if you out of the blue and on an impulse applied for a contest, and what if you won that. What if you met someone who didn’t know you existed, and what if you asked them for a drink after. What if this impulse changed your entire life. ** note I didn’t win so I don’t know how all this would go down but this would be how I would have loved it to happen.. the first chapter completely happened.. the texts might not be the same. But it happened**

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This story is fully caught up and posted on AO3 and Wat pad. I am going to be combining chapters to catch Tumblr up. but if you would like to read everything right now then go ahead. Also please

https://www.wattpad.com/story/184900452-what-if

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18506152/chapters/43856086

Faith woke up in a daze, she was laying on her side as she slowly opened her eyes to the sun streaming into the room. She saw the view of Hollywood from the hills, She was confused at where she was. The last thing that she remembers was that she was in a car on the way back to the hotel, then everything went kinda blurry. She looked around the room, and smelled food. She was extremely hung over and wanted some food.

She got up and wrapped the sheet around herself cause she didn’t have any clothes, and couldn’t find her dress, that she wore last night. She got up, walked toward the door that was closed and then walked out into the open lay out of the room. You could see the living room to the kitchen, seeing Chris was standing behind the island of the kitchen talking to what looked like his sister and his mother. She quickly backtracked into the room.

She didn’t escape unseen. Dodger jumped up and barked slightly as soon as she disappeared behind the door. She pushed it closed but didn’t get it all the way there as dodger pushed it all the way open. Faith Grabbed her phone and escaped onto the on suite bathroom and found her way into the tub..

Faith looked at her for the first time in most likely 12 hours, and saw that she had like 9 missed calls and texts from rose, and one from her brother. She slide into the tub as dodger jumped up to join her in there and started licking her face which made her laugh “hi puppy, can you stop?” She wondered as she called rose..

Rose answered the phone “Well fuck thank god your not dead, where the hell are you! Ive been worried sick!”

Faith laughed slightly “currently in a bathtub, with a dog, dodger actually in Chris’s Bathroom.. uh naked.. we had sex last night. Apprently, I mean I remember most of the night but then it gets fuzzy..”

Rose gasped on the other end of the phone “how was it, I want to know everything don’t leave out a single thing, oh my god.. I knew it.. MY SHIP IS ALIVE”

Faith pulled the phone from her head “hungover” she angry whispered in the phone “and I don’t remember much of it. Like I said fuzzy, but I can tell you it was the best sex I’ve ever had.. Oh god I hope he used a condom” she said back into the phone

“i did” Chris replied with a smile on his face. Faith looked up to where the voice came from “it was really good for me too”

“i gotta go rose I uh, gotta go uh ill be back in a little bit” Faith said and hung up the phone sliding further into the bathtub to hid which made dodger thing that it was okay to start kiss attacking her again.

“Dodger out” Chris said as dodger then stopped and put his head on the side of the tub looking at the owner “Glad to see you are awake.. I put your clothes on the bed, I washed them this morning. Also there is some coffee in there, I have to go do something with the avengers. I also put my number in your phone. Take as much time as you need, shower do whatever my family just left to go to the beach so you are the only one here” he replied to her

“and where is here so I can uh summon an taxi” She asked looking up at him trying not to make this all awkward more than it already was. Because its be honest it was really awkward for her “also just so you know I didn’t mean for this to happen.. I got way to drunk and I don’t do this, and oh my god did I say, ‘im feeling it now mr. Krabs?” She wondered looking at him

He nodded and laughed slightly “you did and Faith its alright, you are an amazing girl, and like I said last night id love to get to know you more.” He said “i gotta go but can I see you before you leave tomorrow?”

Faith answered her phone as it rang “yes this is Faith Young, Wait what? Are you serious yeah I can be there for an interview tomorrow morning” She smiled “yeah also that would be cool have always wanted to attend one, yeah two tickets. Thanks” she said back to the person and then looked at him and bite her lip as she pulled herself out of the tub making sure the towel was wrapped around herself “uh I guess not, I have an interview tomorrow, for my dream job non the less. So uh maybe? If its later today” you replied “but maybe not? I don’t know” She smiled “maybe we will just have to leave at it as what it is. A winners trip to Meet Chris Evans at the Premier of EndGame” Faith said back to him as he nodded

“I hope that isn’t the case, I have a feeling we will run into each other again” Chris replied as he walked over to her and kissed her one last time before he left the house

Faith closed her eyes when Chris kissed her and wished It would have lasted a little longer. The linger feeling of his pillow soft lips against hers. She stood there a while longer with her eyes closed wishing he never left. She heard the door close and dodger come back in and looked at her.

Faith got up from hiding in the tub, and went out and found her dress. Like he said it was laying on the bed. She wasn’t about wearing that home for the walk of shame. She went and showered in his shower, then raided his dresser and found a basic t shirt and just some smaller looking sized sweatpants.

She then called herself an Lyft. Headed back to the hotel she couldn’t believe that she just slept with her celebrity crush. The one guy who would have been on her exception list when she got married. She took a deep breath as she waited on the street for her ride. She had managed to get out of the house without running into his family. She thanked whoever was listening for that.

On the drive back to the hotel she made basic small talk talk with the driver. Once getting to the hotel she thanked the man and Gave him a cash tip as she had some from the night before, knowing that these drives prefer that over the tip in the app so they can use it right way.

Riding the elevator and going into the room felt so basic compared to her last 12 hours. She came in the room and flopped down on the bed next to Rose.

Rose sat up from where she was on her phone in her bed and looked at Faith “So are you going to spill the tea or are you just going to walk of shame?” She wondered looking at her friend “also are you in Chris’s clothes, because we could get serious money off of those

“Rose I swear if you keep yelling or talking loud or whatever I am going to punch you in the face. Also its not a walk of shame if you're not ashamed it happened?” She questioned back before she kept talking “Also we are not going home tonight, You know that job I told you applied for about a month ago for my jobs tv program, to be a project manager, well apparently I got accepted and They want me to go there for the keynote program tomorrow to show me off or something, give a presentation. I am not sure as I stopped listening when I heard I got the job.” she said back to her with putting her face into the bed sighing heavily ignoring the last comment about eBay comment.

“it can still be a walk of shame..” Rose countered back

Faith got up and walked over to her suitcase shaking her head, “remind me when we finally get home to look at my Lyft pick up history to send these back” She said to rose knowing she wouldn’t remember because she was going go from one project to another and just throw everything in the laundry

Rose smirked “ not gonna do that, but before we hop on another plane I do wanna go to this event at the Chinese theater I heard about, also the walk of fame is over there.” Rose replied knowing what she was asking and what was going on. Faith listened to her talk as she flung on some leggings and a flowing crop top that just showed a little of the top of her midriff. Running a brush through her hair. “okay fine let me take something for this headache and along s we stop at a coffee place I don’t care” Faith replied fixing her make up touching it up and throwing on a pair of sunglasses grabbing her bag “lets go”

The two walked out of the hotel stopping at the first coffee shop for Faith, then finished there walk to the walk of fame. Looking at the stars, stopping for the ones they loved posing and stopping at a few stars as they go. They were across the street from the Chinese theater as faith looked at it confused “what did you say was going on here?” Staring at the arch with the original six in it “Rose if this is an avengers event I don’t wanna be here, I embarrassed myself and then slept with one of the stars.. uh no”

The announcer started to announce the actors as they came out one by one and the producers. Faith of course started to try and hide behind the Camera people and taking a few steps back to be more blended into the crowd

Rose smirked “oh its not like he is going to see you standing in the crowd” she replied back as She went back to cheering as they came out. Faith kinda just tired to blend in and not bring attention to herself. Making sure her sunglasses were firmly in place. Faith hid the best she could till he looked out in the crowd. Even tho the both of them were wearing sunglasses, your eyes connected. You quickly turned your head to look at something else. She could feel his eyes linger at her.

Chris lingered his eye on her, it was the same girl he was with last night. He knew that hair and those lips anywhere. He felt it in his soul. Someone said his name which caught his attempting which made him loose her in the crowd. That could have been because she quickly went and hid behind the building.

Faith took a deep breath as it felt like her heart was in her throat she didn’t know what to do. She went and sat down on the bench that was near by and texted rose her location, and waited for her to come to her. After the ceremony, Rose Found faith and they did the rest of the things tourists do when they are in LA, before going back to the hotel getting their stuff and flying on the plane to the next location in California, this time for Faiths job.

#Chris Evans #Chris Evans x Reader #chris evans x original female character #chris evans x you #chris evans x ofc #Chris Evans imagine #Chris Evans smutt #Chris Evans fluff #Chris Evans Angst #Chris Evans Longing #Andy barber #Avengers #Steve rodgers #Captain America

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