#in other news i was walking in my yard and got a sudden idea for a scene for the j atp au

[meiissblog]

Another life: part 1 🤍 Gojo x Fem reader (isekai fic)

THIS STORY IDEA WAS TAKEN FROM:

@stsg-losers thank you for the amazing idea! 😊💕

⚠️MAJOR SPOILERS for Jujutsu kaisen ⚠️

(If you’re not caught up with the JJK manga avoid this story at all costs).

Please read all the parts of this story first you can find all the chapters Here.

• REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!

⚠️WARNINGS ⚠️

Angst (some arguing) and a whole lot of fluff hey at least it’s happier than the manga currently). 🥲

Scenario:

After losing to Sukuna and after seeing all his friends in the “afterlife”. Gojo decides to go north and be “reincarnated” into a new world. little did he know this new life would be everything he’s ever wanted.

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Gojo POV:

I wake up my head pounding I sit up in a complete daze. Wait-… where the hell am I and why is my sight so different? I look around it looks like a normal bedroom did I survive my fight with Sukuna? Was me dying just a dream? I get up and go over to the mirror on the other side of the room. I’m surprised to see myself looking back but with a giant bandaid wrapped around my head. It’s me but my six eyes ability it’s gone. No not just that all My powers there gone.

“Daddy! You’re awake!”. My eyes widen when a little girl who looks exactly like me, runs up to me wrapping her arms around my lower leg. “Mommy wants you out in the kitchen she made breakfast and you need your medicine”. “O-okay? Lead the way, kid”. The little girl takes my arm and brings me out into the massive home. As we enter the kitchen my eyes widen once again when I see an unbelievably beautiful woman behind the counter. “Oh Toru, You’re awake! Here sweetie your head is still injured sit down”. She walks over pulling a chair out for me at the expensive-looking dining table. I sit down across from a teenage girl who has brown hair wait isn’t that Megumi’s sister? is this some kind of trick? The little girl from earlier sits beside me at the table climbing up onto the chair. she turns back to her mother. “Mommy can I get my art stuff please”. “Sure baby, hold on”. “Mom, I can get it for you”. “no it’s fine Tsumiki I got it, oh and breakfast is done”. I watch as the pretty woman turns off the stove holding a plate full of food. I also watch as she goes into a kitchen door pulling out a notebook and some markers.

She walks back over to the table she puts the delicious-looking breakfast in front of Tsumiki. While also handing the notebook and the markers to the little girl. “Miyoko, are your brothers awake?”. “I don’t know if Kenshi or Megumi are awake Mommy I’m sorry. I think I saw Megumi’s light on this morning”. the woman sighs hold on I’ll go get your brothers.

Megumi is here?! I suddenly feel something soft touch my bare foot I jump up immediately. Just to see it’s a cat.

Miyoko and Tsumiki laugh at me. “Daddy, it’s just kyo”. My head starts to pound again probably from the sudden movement this dream is so strange. Tsumiki must take notice. “Dad, are you okay?”. “Y-yeah I think so?”.

I sit back down when the beautiful woman, Megumi who is not possessed by sukuna, and another teenage boy who also looks exactly like me enter the room.

“alright, Kenshi, Megumi remember after school you have to help take care of the yard the gardeners are off on vacation this week. You guys will get your extra allowance after me and your father talk about prices”.

I watch as the pretty woman grabs two more plates of food from the counter, and the two boys also sit at the table. “Ah! Mom me and Megumi were wondering if we could get about 300$ and get paid together for the work”. “Oh, and why is that”. “Well, Yuji and the other guys wanted to go to a concert together in about a month, and the tickets are kinda expensive”. The pretty woman walks over putting the food in front of the two of them. “A concert? I don’t know concerts are pretty dangerous what do you think toru?”. “Umm.. uh sure, whatever”. Kenshi cheers. “YES!~ you’re the best dad!”. the pretty woman sighs. “Gojo do you want a full breakfast? Or Do you not feel like eating? Like yesterday”. “No, I’m pretty hungry I guess”. We all eat together I watch as everyone chats casually everything seems so strangely relaxed I’m not used to it.

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We all go out into the living room area I sit on the couch as I Watch as all the children get ready to leave. “Be careful with your little sister all of you watch her, and Miyoko you make sure to hold onto Megumi’s hand until you get on the bus got it?”. “Yes, mommy”. “Don’t worry I’ll come and get you from kindergarten later”. She kisses the little girl's forehead. “Bye everyone”. A loud cry of bye mom’s echo throughout the living room as they all leave out the door. The pretty woman sighs loudly slamming herself onto the couch next to me laying her head against my shoulder yawning. “Do you feel up to watching TV together or do you want to go rest more? I have your pain medicine ready-“.

I grab the woman’s shoulders looking her directly in the eyes. “Who the hell are you and what is this place”. “W-what? Gojo?”. “This is an illusion isn’t it you’re sukuna”. The woman starts to tremble. “N-no I don’t know what you’re talking about you’re scaring me”. “Good acting now get me out of this illusion!”. I start to shake the woman and she frantically gets out of my grip she starts crying a bit. “H-hold on! Let me call Shoko maybe she can help just calm down please”. I get up grabbing the woman again by her arms. “You’re not going anywhere-”. Just then I hear the front door open. “Hey, Satoru! -“. My eyes widen as I see “geto” aka kenjaku. “Hey, Satoru what the hell are you doing? To y/n”. He walks over towards us. “Heh you have some nerve showing up in front of me this illusion it’s your doing isn’t it”. I let the woman go grabbing Kenjaku by the shirt”. “Satoru, calm down”. “I’m calling Shoko! Be careful geto p-please Don’t hurt each other ”. The woman supposedly named y/n leaves frantically.

“Satoru let’s talk this out now just explain to me what you think is going on”. I explain to him everything to the best of my ability.

“Satoru, this is an alternate universe”. “What?!”. “this is a

universe that is free from cursed energy after I died in our original universe, I was brought here as well Don’t you remember? you chose to go north. This is our new reality after being reborn”. “So you’re aware that we were jujutsu sorcerers?”. “Yeah but who cares? this universe is everything I’ve ever wanted and now we can all be happy”. “Wait what about the others Alive in the other universe?”. “They’ll probably be brought here as well someday when they die who knows”. “Is anyone else aware of the other universe? Besides us?”. “Yeah, the other sorcerers and for some reason only the ones who died in the other world”. “Who is y/n? Why am I married to her? And why do we have children”. Geto sighs “Satoru to hell if I know, that woman is way too good for you why the hell she’d agree to marry you in any universe is beyond me”.

Y/n comes back into the living room.

“Shoko is on her way…”.

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Shoko examines me. “It seems you might be suffering from some mild memory loss I’m guessing you might have had a small stroke thanks to your head injury and or trauma from the car accident”. “Is he going to be okay”. “Yeah y/n but his memories might be gone for good, unfortunately”. “Oh no..”. Y/n starts crying a bit Geto holds her shoulder. I started to feel very guilty about how I treated y/n.

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- a few hours later -

I wake up to shuffling I sit up in the bed when I see y/n packing clothes. “Y/n what are you doing?”. “Oh sorry, I woke you, I’m just moving into the guest room for the time being I know it would probably be uncomfortable to share a room with somebody you don’t know”. I get up from the bed going over to y/n. “Don’t worry about it it’s okay if you want to share with me I don’t mind”. “B-but..”. “Oh, and I’m sorry for now I treated you earlier it was overly aggressive of me”. Y/n smiles at me. “It’s okay”. “If you’d like we could go out and watch some movies”. “You want to rewatch Encanto!”. “Let’s do it”. We go out to the living room and watch movies for a bit. “Oh, it’s time to go pick up Miyoko”. “Can I come with you?”. “Oh, sure if you feel up to it”. I follow behind y/n shocked to see the true size of our home as we pile into our huge expensive-looking car. We drive off the massive property going out of a security gate. Even though I’m well off in the other universe this is pretty excessive how can we afford all of this?.

“Y/n, what exactly do I do for work?”. “Oh, you own a restaurant chain with Geto”. “How many restaurants do we have”. “Three for now but a new 4th one is looking promising”. “Is that all I do”. “Oh, you must not remember my dad was the CEO of a major medical brand in the United States. After he passed away all his assets and money were passed onto me last year. we had a simpler life before this but after Inherited all the money and the company people started

Threatening us so we had to move to a more secure location to protect the kids and us”. “how much is your net worth y/n”. “About eight hundred million not counting the company, with the company it is going into the billions”. well Umm.. what about Megumi and his sister when did they become our children?”.

“Oh… you don’t remember that either.. well, toji fushiguro is my far-off relative he never really cared about his children. he just kinda ran off one day. Before I met you, Megumi and his sister were originally given to my father”. y/n looks off sadly. “My father wasn’t the nicest man much like most of my family and he didn’t want to deal with the two of them. So I volunteered to take them in and they’ve been with us since. I don’t care what anyone else says to me they’re my children”. “What about their mothers?”. “I don’t know”. We pull up to what I assume to be the elementary school.

I watch as y/n brings out Miyoko I smile a bit as she skips along with her mother. y/n opens the car door. “Daddy! Hi”. “Hey, kid”. I Watch as y/n helps miyoko into her car seat. “Mr. Kento let me make you something since you still aren’t feeling too good”. I let out a slight laugh no way Nanami is her teacher?! I take the picture from Miyoko unrolling it. “Oh, it’s a sparkly fish”. “Oh, I thought you’d like the sparkles”. “No I don’t like them I love them thank you miyoko it’s beautiful”. I reach back patting her head when y/n gets in the front seat. “Alright everyone let’s get home!”.

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AN:

I hope this is what all of you wanted.

Read part 2 HERE

MASTERLIST

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[aalyssah]

New Family Member

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,255

Summary: Seth's friend offers him a pet, but you hate pets, so he tries to convince you to let him get it.

A/N: Seth just wants a puppy. Hope You Enjoy!

To most people's surprise, you hate pets. Ever since you can remember, you've always hated them and it's because of two incidents.

You were 6 years old, running around your yard when a cat came up to you. You, being a 6 year old, petted the cat. At first it was nice, purring you and pushing into your touch, but then all of a sudden, it jumped on you, clawing up your face.

Your screams were heard over the neighborhood as you desperately tried to get the cat off you and luckily, your parents came to help you.

Okay, no cats right? Maybe you can try a dog. Well you already tried that. It was a family reunion this time and you were 15. You walked up to one of your cousins, looking at their dog.

'Oh you can touch him. He doesn't bite.' They said, but that dog sure did prove you wrong. Within a second, their mouth latched onto your hand, another ear piercing scream heard in the house.

From that day on, you've made a commitment to not get a pet. It doesn't matter what animal it is, you'll never look at them the same.

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You stood in the kitchen, washing dishes when the front door opened. "Hey babe!" You called out. You could hear small whispers and footsteps coming your way. "Babe, look at who I got!" You took a moment to dry your hands off and what you saw made you run to the other side of the room.

"What is that? Why is it in our house?!" Seth looked confused at your reaction. "It's a puppy?" You started shaking your head. "Oh no, you gotta get that outta here. I don't do dogs!" Seth looked at you shocked. "Really? Not even a little puppy?"

Seth walked towards you, reaching the dog out to you. You ran the opposite way, yelling. "Seth, if you come near me with that again, I'm leaving your ass!" Seth pouted, pulling the dog in his chest. "What's wrong with you? Why don't you wanna hold him." You bit your lip, looking at the ground.

You never thought you would have to tell your little stories. "I was attacked when I was younger." Seth nodded his head in understanding. "Okay, what about a cat?" Your eyes grew big fast. "Hell no! It was one of the worst pains in my life when that cat scratched up my face!"

Seth couldn't believe it. "Damn, so do you like any animals?" You thought about it for a moment, putting your finger on your chin. "Maybe a fish." Seth gave you a blank expression. "But it doesn't even walk, nor can they make a noise."

You finally smiled at him. "Exactly how I like it." You walked back to the sink and continued washing the dishes. "So we can't have him?" You gave him a glare which answered his question. "Baby, please! I promise I'll take care of him. I'll wash him, clean him up, and feed him. You won't have to do anything!"

You still didn't give in. "No Seth. Where'd you get him anyways?" Seth rubbed the pet. "Jon offered him to me. Said his dog had babies so here he is." You saw how sad he was, but you still didn't trust the dog. "Can we keep him? Please baby!"

You 're starting to get annoyed with all this begging. "Seth, I said no! I don't like dogs. My answer isn't gonna change!" Seth had a frown on his face for a moment, but then an idea came to mind. If you don't like dogs, he's gonna make you like them.

"Can we make a deal?" You cocked your eyebrow up at him, daring him to keep speaking. "I'll have a week to get you to like the dog. If you like him, we can keep him, but if you don't like him, I'll give him back to Moxley."

You looked at his hand that was reached out, waiting for you to shake. With a smile, you shook his hand.

“And just in case we do keep him, so wanna name him Kevin." Seth said, smiling at the dog.

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Monday was pretty easy. You dodged Seth with work, but when you were finished, you had to face the dog. You didn't like him one bit. He was always staring at you, barking nonstop, and crying. You don't remember any of this from your childhood, but you know he's gonna be bad when he grows up.

On Tuesday, the dog was starting to creep you out. As said in the previous night, the dog would stare at you and Seth. Y'all tried having sex last night, but those big beady eyes were staring in your soul. The dog also shedded a lot, so everytime you would hug Seth, you would get hair on your body.

Wednesday wasn't so bad. Kevin would try bringing you his toys, begging you to play with him. He was trying to grow on you, but you gave him the cold shoulder and walked away. Sometimes it would cry for you and you would have to act like you don't see anything, but when Seth leaves to go to the gym, you would pick him up.

Thursday was there and you were starting to like him. Kevin was constantly on your tracks, following you around like a literal lost puppy. Always barking when Seth gets too close to you, or if you hurt yourself. And for the first time, you cracked a smile when the dog gave you a kiss.

Friday came around the corner and of course you still kept your act, but it was getting harder and harder. Sometimes you just wanted to snatch him up and give him a million kisses.

Saturday was here and you were so close to giving in. When Seth went to the store, you held Kevin. You must've petted him somewhere he didn't like, because he turned around and bit you. To your surprise, you didn't flinch, back away, or even cry. You just laughed and kept petting him.

It's Sunday, AKA the last day and Seth has been hogging Kevin for himself. He would play with him, bathe him, and even feed him as if he's his owner. "Why are you hogging him?" Seth let out a fake tear.

"Because I know this is the last time I'll see him. I just wish we could keep him, but you won fair and square."Some sort of guilt filled in you after seeing how sad Seth was. Anyone could tell he wanted that puppy. "Yeah, it's a real shame."

Seth took a deep breath and went to go get his shoes on. "Where are you going?" Seth looked at you. "To give Jon his puppy back?" Confusion was laced in his voice as he told you. "I never said we were getting rid of him." You watched as he froze mid step. "What do you mean by that?"

You playfully rolled your eyes laughing. “I mean I want to keep him!” Seth gasped and gently placed Kevin down before running to you. He practically tackled you on the couch, arms wrapped around your waist.

“Thank you, thank you so much, baby! I promise I’ll treat this dog like he’s our child.” You groaned under your breath. “Okay, but you better not put him over me. I’m your queen!” You both shared a laugh with a kiss.

“We got a new member to the family!”

#seth rollins #seth rollins fluff #seth rollins imagine #seth rollins one shot #seth rollins smut #seth rollins fanfic #seth rollins x reader #seth rollins wwe #wwe fluff #wwe smut

[smashlovesscream]

Songs that remind me of Stu and Billy

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OKAY, SO I HAVE THESE BY ALBUMS (I'll hear a song I like and make myself go through the whole album to make sure there aren't other songs I like.)

IGOR (By Tyler, The Creator)

New Magic Wand

I feel like this is pretty self-explanatory

"My brother said I'm on the spectrum

Don't call me selfish, I ain't sharin'

This 60-40 (isn't) workin'

I want a hundred of your time, you're mine," 

(Both point of view of Stu and Billy. Billy kind of wanted Stu to focus on him and surprisingly not in a relationship way but in general ‘cause in the start it was just them.)

"I wanna be found, passenger in your car (Don't leave)

You wanna be mean, mixed signals don't park (I can make her leave)

She's gonna be dead, I just got a magic wand (Don't leave)

We can finally be together,"

(Mostly Stu. Wanting to leave a mark on the world but with Billy, if Billy dies, he wants to be by his side. If Billy lives, he wants to be by his side but he’s conflicted with his sudden changes when it comes to his actions. One moment a display of love and another of disgust. He’s somewhat into it but confused as well.)

"Take one look in the mirror, implications so clear

I live life with no fear, except for the idea

That one day you won't be here

I will not fetch the ball,"

(Mostly Billy, of course he’s tricked himself into thinking “I love Stu but only because he’s the only person I have left.” kind of way. He doesn’t realize how much Stu matters, just like how he didn’t know how much his mom mattered until he left.)

"I got a plan, 'bout to walk in the pen

If you can't understand, I'm a hawk in the gym

Eyes on the prize, got weight on my chest

That I need to get off, or I ain't talkin' to them,"

(Also Billy, he has his eye on the ball. Nothing is getting in the way of killing his friends and terrorizing his town, he believes in the euphoric feeling he got when he killed Maureen and knows it’ll multiply by thousands once he’s done with Woodsboro.)

Puppet

Honestly, the entire song is just Stuilly (Mostly stu point of view, he knows he’s gonna follow, he’s gonna obey with his little snarky comments and his small acts of deficiency but nothing to ruin Billy and his mindset.)

Are We Still Friends?

"Don't get green skin (green skin), keep contact (keep contact)

Don't say, "Goodbye, smell you later" (bye, later)

Nah, I can't

I don't want to end this season on a bad episode, , nah,"

I feel like this describes when the plan kinda goes to shit and Billy leaves Stu in the kitchen, then Stu tackles Sidney, and they both die. (Both of their POVs, the first two being Stu and Billy being the last two. )

THERE IS A LOT MORE SONGS THAT IS STUILLY CODED IN THAT ALBUM BUT I LIKE THOSE THE MOST

PARALYTIC STALKS (By xxofMontrealxx)

We Will Commit Wolf Murder

"Something's terrorizing my psyche to get even

Lately, you're the only human

I believe in,"

"Now I'm considered ugly

From every angle

You're the only beauty

I don't want to strangle,"

(Billy's point of view, I really like how this song reminds me of this good disgusting feeling you get with someone. Anyways, how this fits him is his mom just left him, his dad betrayed his family, Sidney’s mother is to blame, Sidney can’t know nor will she even believe Billy, Randy isn’t as close to Billy like Stu is therefore he’s the one, he’s the purest thing right now.)

"I want to get all fucked up

And tell you how I really feel

(Billy again, feeling scared to admit he’s scared, sad, upset, angry, and overall feeling things but it’s digging at his throat and he wants to break down and dismantle in front of his partner in crime. His best friend. But can he really? Maybe with a push.)

Because your vibrant blackness

Coco artery is so unreal,"

(Stu this time because Billy is like a black hole that Stu loves. To Stu, Billy is that night time cold that is perfect to hide under the covers, the sun that beats on his back while he does yard work, and the thing that makes him feel seen.)

"When I die I want you to die too

Not try to stay in this all

In a dimension without you

Spit on this planet without you,"

(BOTH OF THEM OFC, THEY JUST WANNA BE THERE FOR EACH OTHER.)

AND THERE IS SO MANY MORE LINES BUT THESE ARE MY FAVORITES AND I EVEN SKETCHED OUT SOME OF THESE LYRICS

Sports (By Modern Baseball)

Re-Do

"I wanna complete re-do, maybe change my name

Report the losses grab the claim, it's a shame it's such a shame

We're pissing away our time 'cause we're pissing away these beers

No monumental moment ever came from saying

"Come on dude, just take one more shot","

"Maybe I could just move away or go extinct like a triceratops

But I love loving, watching movies, sitting back and also breathing

My family and friends would be crushed, but is it enough?

(Oh no, it's not enough)

Oh, the future freaks me out, but I guess I could just

Curl up in a ball and think,"

Now, this song is mostly an AU I've created in my head where Stu wakes up after dying and tries to change Billy's mind about killing the friend group. Not 'cause he dislikes killing but because he wants to live with Billy.

She Wants Revenge (By She Wants Revenge)

Red Flags and Long Nights

"You can occupy my every sigh

You can rent the space inside my mind

At least until the price becomes too high,"

(I feel like this could be about Tatum 'cause the "price" being her demise? If that makes sense, Stu's POV.)

"I can find a reason that we should quit

I can find a reason to do it

I can find excuses for all my shit

She tells me just to work right through it

(Mostly Stu thinking about Billy, stringing him along to the plan, catching his feelings for him.)

She's pretty, and I like her but she's too well

'Cause I need red flags and long nights, and she can tell

It's not that it's my fault, it's just my style

Beginning with a look and then a smile,"

(Stu when he's with Tatum 'cause as I said in an earlier post, Tatum is like the sane Billy.)

Tear You Apart

"Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak

And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak

An escape is just a nod and a casual wave

Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days,"

(Stu being in love lol??? Idk but it's just giving me them vibes)

"It's only just a crush, it'll go away

It's just like all the others it'll go away

Or maybe this is danger and he just don't know

You pray it all away but it continues to grow,"

(BILLY IGNORING HIS HOMO THOUGHTS!!!!)

"I want to hold you close

Skin pressed against me tight

Lie still, and close your eyes girl

So lovely, it feels so right,"

"I want to hold you close

Soft breasts, beating heart

As I whisper in your ear

I want to fucking tear you apart,"

(IT'S THEM GUYS!! THEY WANNA BE IN EACH OTHER'S SKINS!!!) 

Basically the rest of the song is like this!! AGSJ

#scream #scream movie #scream 1996 #Stuilly songs #songs #song list #stu macher #stu #macher #billy loomis #billy #loomis #stuilly #stu and billy #billy and stu #stu x billy #billy x stu

[1-sasha-stuff-1]

Into Another World - Mha x Reader

Chapter 2: Quirk & News

A/n:

Back from school, here is the next post from this fic.

Key

F/h - favorite hobby

H/c - house color

F/f - favorite food

B/d - birth date 

F/o - favorite object/thing (whatever you want your gift to be)

\\-I also will not have y/n have glasses because they don't seem to be a big part of the story at all, but feel free to add them or just change and picture y/n however you'd like to!-//

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My parents scheduled an appointment to check out my quirk that manifested a few days ago at school.  After school that day, i said 'good bye' to Shinsou and when we finally arrived home, I got one of my notebooks and began to make my training schedule. I was never really athletic in my old world. Mostly because I was in f/h and found it more enjoyable. But now, since I actually do have a chance to become what I always fantasize about being a hero, I'm not going to be stupid and let that chance go. Even thought I might not be a great hero with these wings, but ill try.  

And so with that thought in mind,  I made the schedule and made it all work out. In the mornings, I'd go to school up until I have to go home at 2:30 pm.after getting picked up and dropped off at home as my parents did their own thing, I go outside in the backyard of our h/c home and start doing the basics like push ups, curl ups, running around the yard and some other stuff. I also began to practice summoning my bee-like wings, but I see them more of a hornets than a bees. This happened for about two days after my training, I successfully was able to summon my wings at will. After finally succeeding, I took a short break and finished off my training. 

"Y/n! Come in and eat dinner!" called out my mom from the open backdoor.   'Talk about good timing' I think as I make my way indoors, wash my hands, and sit down at the dinner table. My dad just walked into the kitchen as he greets my mom with a kiss on the lips and me with one on the forhead. He sat down as mom began to serve both of us and then herself dinner, which was f/f as she looked at me and asked a question.

"Y/n, what would you like for your birthday? You know b/d is coming up. Any theme you want?" "Its coming up faster than I realized....but I'm not so sure about a theme yet. But, could I invite Shinsou over for it?", taking a bite out of my food as I asked my mom that question as she just nodded in agreement. 

" I think that's a great idea for you to invite him y/n! Don't you think?"  My father nodded as he agreed to the idea of it. "I think its a good idea so that y/n can interact and have connections with other children her age other than us." I smiled at their response, my old parents would never let a boy come over at all for anything. So naturally, I was excited and so I clenched my fists together and threw them up in the air as I slightly cheered. The second I did, there was a sudden sound of something like knifes running against each other and that's when I felt warmth on knuckles.

The silence is so loud that you can hear a pin drop.

I bring down my hand to observe the damage.

Where my knuckles used to be, there seemed to be long black spikes tearing through my skin. As I stared at it, my mom was screaming at my dad to get the car keys  while my dad was scrambling to find them.

Looking at my clenched up hand, I unclenched it and the spikes seemed to go back into my hand. I repeatiningly clenching and unclenching my hand as I stared at the spikes going in and out, that's when I felt myself being carried into the car and finally seemed to understand where we were going to. 

One hospital trip later

"So that is part of her quirk?" asked my worried mom aswe sat in front of a quirk specialist as he explaine the situation tomy parents and I. "Completely positive ma'am, as you can see here in her genes, she carrie your quirk genes.. So whenher first quirk appeared to be hornet wings, it came from your genetics and your relatives before you. As for the spikes, it also may come from your side of the family because bees have stingers and such. For the fathers side, I suspect there to be some sort of shrinking and or enlarging quirk to appear sometime now and towards your 5th birthday but if it doesn't than you won't inherent it at all. Did I cover all your questions ma'am?"

Looking over at my parents, I notice that their still trying to process all the information that the doctor had just told them. After finally being able to comprehend everying, my mom nodded as my dad thanked the doctor for everything and said their good byes as we left the hospital. 

Once in the parking lot, we got into the ca and close the doors behind us. As my mom drove us back home the silence was too loud. I don't think they like my quirk very much at this point. And so to break the ice, I began to talk.

"Hey mom, dad, are you guys okay?"

"Yes y/n,we're fine, just a little shocked about tour quirk is all." replied back my dad as my mom nodded along with his response.

Feeling that they didn't want to be asked anything else, I kept quite as I stare out the window asthe sky began to get gloomy with gray clouds covering up the sky.

Finally arriving back home, I went up to my room to get ready for bed since it was already 9:54 pm, and I had school the next morning as well. As I close my door, lay on my bed, and close my eyes, I don't realize the conversation that my parents have downstairs, for the better or worse, I don't think I want to know.

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The following day I go to school on a regular school bus because both my parents had to leave to Tokyo for business. And now here I am by a stop sign, waiting for the bus to come by and pick me up until I heard someone walking towards where I was. As I turn around to see the person, I see Shinsou. I smile and wave as he stands next to me.

"Toshi hey! How's it going?"  "It's too early for school. I wanna go home"

'Mood' I think as he just says that statement plainly.

"Why are you here anyways? I don't see you come onto the bus at this stop.", he questioned me as I replied back.

"My parents are both in Tokyo so I couldn't get a ride to school. So I'm taking the bus. Do you always take the bus Toshi?"

"Ya I do, my parents both have jobs too so I get it.", he said as we both heard a loud vehicle come up towards us, the bus.

In my old world, the school bus was a war zone. You either survived or you didn't, thankfully I survived but left with scars. I shiver at the thought and get on the bus as Shinsou gets on behind me.

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" So, your telling me that you just not only got your quirk the first day, but two days later you find out you have more?" "I don't have more than one quirk Toshi, it's all just one quirk and plus, having more than one quirk is impossible.", of course I told Shinsou about my quirk mishap, I mean, he was my only friend so it made sense to tell him. But of I lied to him in my response, it is possible to have more than one quirk, but I'm not about to tell Shinsou about All For One and One For All.

" Well, I guess your lucky then, you can be a great hero with the quirk you have. What's it even called?" He asks a he looks back at me from staring at the clouds. "Oh, my quirk is called Hornet, since my wings and stingers resembles more to a hornets than it does with a bee or wasp. But hey! Your quirk is awesome too! We can both become heroes together, okay?", the day I got my quirk, Shinsou told me that he got his after that day and has a Brainwashing quirk. After he got it he seemed to be happy about it but a bit discouraged because it wasn't as flashy a most of the heroes quirks out there like Endeavor and All Might. 

" Whatever you say y/n" is all Shinsou said as we got up from the ground to head back into the classroom.

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Days passed and so did weeks, then months, and then years. Now i am 13 years old and in my second year of middle school with Shinsou. As time passed on, I kept up my schedule for school, training, and other things like hanging out with Shinsou and doing my own thin, like homework.

Since I was in high school before I died, I now a lot of these stuff and a lot more advanced things. But I didn't want to seem to smart from early on in this world because my parents would probably wonder how I learned things like the quadratic formula at the age of 3. So I kept my intelligence to a minimum, I got perfect scores while also getting a few things wrong at times. I still hang out with Shinsou durng and after school, but during school he gets bullied at times for his quirk by others. The other kids my age say that its a villain quirk and other nasty things while Shinsou just ignore them while I comfort him that it isn't a quirk fitted for a villain.

As for training, I've gained a lot more muscle than in my old world, although I did keep it to a certain minimum because I don't want to look too buff but not to weak-ish eaither, I'm somewhat in the middle while being able to lift a lot of heavy thing, run far, and punch things with a great amount of my strength.  I've also trained my quirk till I almost drop dead, but I stop before I do actually feel like I'm about to die. I really don't feel like dying a second time around. I'm able to fly somequirk fast with my wings but not as fast as Hawks. My spikes, which I found out where stingers, can produce venom that can make someone pass out to eventually killing someone, but I have yet to try and produce enough of it to actually do anything remotely horrible. Lastly, I strengthed my shrinking and enlargeing part of my quirk. Honeatly though, i still have to improve on that part of my quirk a lot because it takes up al lot of my energy whenever i try to shrink or enlarge myself. So I'll slowly start working on that. I then chuckled for a second as I remember the way I discovered it.

Flashback - age 5

It was finally my 5th birthday. For other kids my age, they'd be bubbling with excitement as it was time to finally figure out what quirk they would recive, assuming that they aren't going to be quirkless. But I didn't worry to much because I already have mine. Hearing someone knock on the door, I run downstairs and open it to find Shinsou with a gift in his handI tell

"Toshi! You can just leave the gift on the table and I'll take you to my room so we can play!" I say, not letting him even talk as I take the gift from his hands, set it on the coffee table in our living room, and lead him up stairs and towards my room. We both finally get yo the door to my room and I open it. My room wasn't too crowded and messy like some kids my age would be.

The walls were painted f/c while my bedsheets where in a bee hive design, which is from my moms company as she made it for me. I then had a table and chair by the window to do my homework, some lego sets here and there, books, sketch books, and on my bed were stuffed animals. A lot of them. I went up onto my bed as Imotioned Shinsou to sit beside me on it and he did.

I then picked 2 cat squish-mellos from the pile and gave one to Shinsou as he stared at it with stars in his eyes. "Why don't we play with these for a while?" 

We ended up playing for 2 hours straight until my parents called us down to open gifts and eat cake. Shinsou and I got down and entered the kitchen, as we both sat down, Shinsou handed me my present.

"Happy birthday y/n. I hope you like it.", he says as I already ripping off the wrapping paper. Asi took the remaining of the paper odd, I saw that it was a box and so I opened it to reveal f/o. My eyes sparkled and widen as I looked at it, I once asked my parents for this when we were at a mall near by buy they said that it cost way to much, and when they say its a lot of money. Trust me, its a lot of money to get a hold of one, so when Shinsou gave me what I wanted, I was exploding with happiness.

" Thank you so much Toshi!"I exclaimed as I put the gift down to give him a hug. After Shinsou and I hugged eachother, my parents say that it's time to cut the cake and so we did. They sang 'Happy Birthday' and we ate some cake. By now, Shinsou and I decides to play a game of hide and seek as his parents and mine are talking to each other at the kitchen table. Shinsou counted first while I hid. 

I decided to go upstairs and hide behind this enormous teddy bear on my bed and as I finish getting in place, I hear the door open.  I shut my eyes tight as I hear footsteps approach my bed and suddenly, I feel the stuffed bear being thrown out the way. 

"I thought she'd be here.." Shinsou said to himself. 

What? Is he playing around with me? You know, since my eyes were closed there's a thing that's called 'if I can't see you, you can't see me' type of thing so maybe that's what he's doing? 

"Toshi, stop making fun of me. I know you can see me right now." I say as I open my eyes to find that Shinsou had become a giant, literally a giant. I hear the familiar buzzing notice of my wings and noticed that I was flying and, tiny.

"Holy shit I'm tiny!" I scream as I look at Shinsou to see if he heard me. He didn't hear me, he was checking my closet now and so I flew towards him and "landed" on his shoulder. I then cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted as loud as I could. "Toshi!! Im right here!! Can you hear me?!!"

Shinsou than turns around, seeming to hear the noise but dismissed it as he continued his search. I screamed for the next three times  untill I finally got his attention. He looked towards his shoulder and saw me standing on it. His eyes were wide open as he backed away from me but failed because I was on his shoulder.

"Y/n? Is that really you? Why are you small?" "Im not really sure how I got small!!! Maybe it's part of my quirk?!!", I shout at him as he brings his hand up to me and I hop onto it as he goes downstairs, Probably to show his and my parents.

As we reached the kitchen table, my mom began to question him. "Shinsou hey! Where is y/n at? Can't find her? " Um no that's not the problem Mrs. L/n. I did find her but...", he doesn't finish as he just shows my mom his Hans which is where I was, waving at her as she got up from her chair and neared it and shouted.

"Hi mom!!"

Lets just say, my mom fainted on the spot as Shinsou parents came to her side before shefell to the ground as my dad went to grab a cup of water.

My mom ended up waking up after 5 minutes while I finally managed to get myself to my normal size. Shinsou's parents asked if she was alright and such before she said that she was. Shinsou and his parents dismissed themselves and said their 'good byes' as I told Shinsou that I would see him next week for school. After they left, my mom sighed.

"I guess this is the other thing your doctor warned us about. You can turn small." "Ya, I can.", Itell her as she and my dad just sigh once more and bring A small smile to their faces.

" Just, promise you'll be carefull, okay?" I nod. "Okay, promise mom."

End of flashback

I smile to myself at the memory. It really was pretty weird the first time, but after some practice over the years, I got a good grip on doing it on command. As I finish up my trauning , since it was a Saturday, I went back inside to find that I have gotten a text from Shinsou, so I answer back.

[•Toshi•] Hey, wyd rn?

[Hornet] Hey Toshi! Nothing much, just finised up training for today and I'm taking a break. Wyd?

[•Toshi•] That's cool, and I'm not doing much either

Just taking care of Cornflake here.

I'm about to respond when my parents open the door. "Hey Jasmin, sweetie! Can you go get changed right now? Where going out to eat dinner tonight. We'll just change and leave okay?"

"Okay mom, sounds good. Let me just shower real quick and chanfe, ill be out in 10." I say as my mom just nods and I head up staris. Before I enter the shower, I grab my phone nd text back to Shinsou.

[Hornet] That's nice, tell him I said hi! I gtg rn, ttyl :]

I turn off my phone and put it on the counter as I enter the shower. As I'm taking a shower, I summon my wings and gently clean them with a soft sponge so that they aren't so dirty. Something I need to do at least twice a week from what my doctor told me.

I finally get out of the shower and decide to wear my chosen clothes. I grab my phone and ear buds and put on my shoes before I head out the door, lock it, and enter the car while closing the door behind me. 

The car ride is a peaceful type of silence until my dad decides to break it. "So, y/n, what did you do today while we were in Tokyo?" "Nothing much, just training and some other stuff." I respond back as we pull up to the restaurant. 

Inside the restaurant

We get a table and finally order our food. When we got our food we began to eat. We talked about random things like my moms work and dads office job. That's when they started asking me about my future plans. 

"Y/n, what do you want to be when your all grown up?", my mom asked as she took another bite of her food.

" Like I said before, I want to become a hero. You know, to save peoples lives and make it easier for them.", I responded back.

"Have you given any thought on which high school you want to attened? You only have a year left for Jr high, so you'll need to look into it. Especially if you want to apply for a hero one." 

"I have given it some thought on it dad, don't worry.", sometimes my dad can be a bit picky at times.

" oh well that's good, what school are you thinking?" "Oh, I was thinking UA, you know? Since all the top heroes like Miriko, All Might, and Endeavor went there."

"That's perfect honey! UA is a great choice to make since we'll be moving in a town close to the school! Musutafu is what ita called i belive, but its perfect for your next year of middle school and onto high school!", my mom excitedly said as I just sat there in shock.

"..... What?!"

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Part 06 of 07

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader | platonic!Eddie X Reader

Word count: 1.8 K

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Summary: You didn't get over Billy's death, isolating yourself from everyone. But when a new monster starts making victims, the party has no other choice but to involve you... And ask you to give shelter to a metalhead.

A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful friend @multific for all her help through this story. I love you, girl!!

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Stuck

It nearly breaks your heart when a Demobat digs its claw into Eddie's forearm, when - after a lot of hurried arguing -, he opens a window to throw the grenade.

“They hurt you!” You tell him, taking his arm to take a look.

“Yeah. No big deal.” Eddie mutters, also taking a good look at it. “We'll be scar siblings now.” He says, gesturing at your own arm. And it does seems like his wound is more or less in the same place as yours.

“Alright.” You take a deep breath. “It'll explode soon. The moment it does, we run.”

“Where?”

“My place.” You're not done speaking when the grenade goes off, its wave of power shaking the trailer. A second later, the Demobats fly off, and in the sudden silence, you both bolt off the door. “That's where he'd go if...” You say as you move as fast as you can.

“Don't think now. Just run!” He exclaims, stumbling upon something and almost falling. “Don't laugh! If you laugh, I'm going back.”

Of course, you're laughing. “Then go!” You're thankful for his attempt on lighting up the mood, but there's something inside you.

It's telling you something, but you don't know if it's this place or just you're heart. And they're saying two different things.

More than dying, you're terrified of having your heart broken. Again. What if you only find a lifeless body? Will you fall into that dark place again? Will Eddie have to carry you back to his trailer, singing Sweet Child O' Mine? You hope not... You'll have to be strong, it doesn't matter what you find.

“There!” You gesture to a two-store small house, near a huge tree. “We cut that tree down years ago.” You can't help but comment when you stop by the curb. “The roots were ruining the floor.”

“Did you live here with your parents?”

“Yeah. They always wanted to go back to Miami, so when I turned eighteen, I convinced them to go, and stay near my grandfather over there. They... Don't know about my... Mental state. They think I got over it.” Being back here brings back nostalgic memories, like you playing in the front yard, a plastic pool every Summer. It makes you smile.

“Why didn't you tell them?”

“They'd come back. Or they'd want me to move there. And I don't want to leave.” As you speak, you walk to the front door. The door handle is broken, but when you push the door, it doesn't move. “Something is blocking it.”

“Let me try,” Eddie says, and you step aside. He pushes the door hard, then hits it with his shoulder twice. It does move, but only three inches. “Whatever it is, it's heavy. Did you use to have any sort of special locker on the inside?”

“No, I...” Then, it snaps. What other explanation could there be? What monster would put something behind the door to block it?

“What?”

“Who's there?” You raise your voice, unable to make his name come out of your lips. “Who the hell is there? This is my house! Get out!” Your voice breaks in the end, and you swallow hard.

“(Y/N), yelling is not a good idea...” Eddie mutters, looking around with the spear in hand, ready to fight.

Ignoring him, you start knocking on the door. “If you don't come out, I'll keep screaming until this place is flooded with Demobats!” And you keep knocking, feeling Eddie's back against yours as he assumes a fighting position.

It means a lot that Eddie has this attitude, even though you're deliberately putting both of you in danger. But you'd never let anything happen. The moment those things start to appear, you'll run... And think of another strategy to get inside the house.

But then, there's a noise of something being dragged. The sound comes from the other side of the door, and so, you brace yourself for disappointment. For some monster. For someone old, someone from Vecna's past. Because that's what makes sense. This is what you have found here, Vecna's past, Hawkins' past, El's past.

Taking a deep breath, you see a shadow moving through the three inches.

“I'm right here with you,” Eddie whispers, and you nod, reaching out for his free hand and holding it.

When the door is finally pulled open, your heart skips a beat. With a hand flying to your chest, you feel frozen, dazed, and rooted in place. You look at him with wide eyes, unable to shut them, for fear he will disappear, like countless times before. It feels like the world was crumbling apart, echoing in the distance. It feels like you're made of ice... Paralyzed. Not even breathing.

“(Y/N)?” His voice breaks through you as if you're underwater. Maybe you are. Maybe you're stuck in a dream, a dream that will break your heart once more when you wake up.

In a jolt of adrenaline, you grab your arm, just on the wound, still fresh and covered with bandages, squeezing it hard. A yelp escapes your lips, and that's when the crying starts.

But he doesn't say anything, he just pulls you against his chest, his arms strong to hold you there as you sob... And as he sobs as well, your bodies shaking against each other.

He's here. He's real. He's alive.

You don't know how this awful place kept him alive so long... But it doesn't matter.

Everything that matters is that Billy is here.

“I knew you'd come.” He whispers in your ear, a hand rubbing your back. “If anyone would ever come for me, it would be you.”

You try to speak, but no sound comes out.

“Hm... I really, really don't want to interrupt...” Eddie mutters, and slowly, you come back to reality.

But this time, Billy remains. Pulling away from the hug, you look up at him. Billy looks exactly the same as on the day he died. Time stands still here, what explains this. Explains how he's still alive.

Standing on your toes, you kiss him.

“Really, I'm happy for you, but we have to go,” Eddie speaks again. “With all that yelling, I bet there's something coming our way.”

You nod, a smile on your face. Taking Billy's hand, the three of you start to move into the nearest woods. Seconds later, you hear the Demobats crashing onto your house. “Told you,” Eddie mutters as you run, past the forest, and take a different path to his trailer.

The metal is sliced up at some points, and when you get inside, the place is even more destroyed than before. “What is this place?”

Billy's voice makes you realize he's here, that he's real, and you turn around to embrace him once more. Billy holds you close, and it feels like he understands. “I have been seeing you... Ever since you... I have been seeing you but you always disappeared. A-and this time you didn't.”

“I won't. I promise. I was here, stuck in this place, stuck on time... I was dreaming of you... I saw you too. I was waiting for you.”

“Let's go.” Eddie says, and you pull away from Billy.

Nodding, you take a deep breath, listening to his heartbeat...

His heart is beating... What a beautiful sound.

“Oh.” You should have introduced them. “Billy, this is Eddie. He's new to the party and has been... A hell of a good friend. He decided to come with me to find you, to make sure I'd be safe. He's a hero.” Billy nods at him, and after a few seconds of silence, he extends his hand, which Eddie shakes.

“Thanks for protecting her,” Billy says, but you recognize a hint of jealousy behind his gratitude.

“And Eddie, this is him.” You say, looking at Billy. “Billy Hargrove. The one I love.” That makes Billy look down at you, warmth and love in his eyes. “We can continue the introductions later. We should get back before Dustin has a mental breakdown.”

You move to the living room and yell for Dustin. He appears seconds later, a walkman in hand. “Oh my God, oh my God. Which song? Which song you guys- Oh.” He stops when he sees Billy. “Oh my God.”

“Move. I'm going up.” You tell him, before starting to climb. Billy gives you some impulse, and then, after you fall on the mattress, he comes too. Eddie comes last, pulling a handmade huge metal shield you helped them make to act as a barrier, keeping the Demobats or some other thing from coming through the gate.

Once you're all back at Hawkins, Billy frowns a Dustin who can't stop making questions. You can only laugh, not letting go of his hand.

You're into the conversation when Dustin's radio starts to make some noise. Then, Lucas' voice comes through it. “He's got her. I-I can't wake her. It's bad, guys! Hurry up.”

“Who has who?” Billy asks, and you look at him, with wide eyes.

“Your hothead sister insisted on being the bait of a monster that kills people with traumas... And she has one, ever since she saw you die.”

“And you guys let her do that?!”

“It's Max we're talking about, you know nobody tells her what to do!”

“Didn't you hear me?!” Lucas yells. “Kill Vecna NOW!”

“Take me to her,” Billy asks, and you've never seen him so protective of Max. You changed him, little by little, making him see that Maxine wasn't a problem. She was just a girl who could use a big brother. But this?

Then, you know. He sacrificed himself for everyone. For her too. He loves her, he had loved her for a while, you've seen it when he got mad at Lucas every time they had a fight. You gave him a sense of family he never had, he told you that some time ago.

“Let's go.” You say, grabbing the pistol you had on the waistband of your jeans. “Eddie, you coming?”

“Hell yes.” He answers, and you lose no more time before moving.

When you get there, you must admit you were expecting it would be bad. But not that bad.

Because when you get to the Vecna's house, Max is floating... And Jason is beating up Lucas.

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[facks-stories]

Uh so I have a “story” where its just scenes and dialogue, while I was having my daily bonding time with my sister 11 at night, i talked about ai to her, and how when talking to my friends i jokily used ai to “write” a new chapter of my story [it made mimu a wizard 🥲] it was completely off plot because I could only ask it to “write” the next chapter of the latest chapter [due to word limit]

Anyway I told her that because it’s been two weeks since I wrote or even wanted to [hopefully I can post a new one soon] then I got the idea to do it again but with a different bot and we read it, this was the only version [only good and full one but the fail is there too] I could save

[I told my sister the real names and the whole plot prior to this so most of the reading was spent laughing about how wrong it was]

The point is that I’m going to post it here because it was entertaining 

What I wrote

What chat ai wrote

What ai chat wrote

(1) was walking with a book in his hand, finally getting to his house, the curtains were closed but they were a little see-through. He stopped on the sidewalk and looked if anyone was around, thankfully for him there wasn't, walking up to the window, just close enough to see somewhat silhouettes, he saw two people who seemed to be holding eachother, on the couch. He could see briefly what they looked like. With one man (2) looking like (1) did when he met him and the other man (3) looking like him before he did research. Suddenly the tv's noise stopped and one of the figures got up and started walking to the door.

(1) got back onto the sidewalk, he didn't realize that if he could see their silhouette they could see his too, he couldn't just run, that would look weird, and it was a open front yard so no place to hide. The man walked out and into about half of the yard, he was shorter then (1) but was still tall.

(2) - did you see anyone here?

(1) - uhm, sorry no I was reading

(1) wasn't panicking, but he felt his heart rate go up, and he felt happy. For the first time in years, shit he was only about 20 years old, if not more. But seeing him as when they first met made him jealous. His tail (if he hadn't cut it off) would probably give him away. Cutting his train of thought off the man said something about (1)'s hair

(2) - hey, are you ok? You look sick, and your hair is dark (color)

(1) - I- uhm..

(2) - my husband is a doctor, so I may not know whats going on but he could

(1) knew for sure (3) would know him. This world was in the book he was holding. He had to leave without bothering anything too much. But it was so nice to have (2) care for him. He felt terrible. He could have had this if he didn't test it onto himself. A (species 1) dna wasn't meant to be mixed with the kind nature of (species 2) he knew he couldn't blame his own experiments,his violent tendencies had to be just more then dna. And he doubted (4) or (3) were violent.

He needed help he was getting so nervous and he couldn't tell if it was because he thought (2) would find him out or if he just wanted (2) to himself. He knew it was just the world trying to fix things but it was making it painful to leave.

(1) - ah, no I'm ok,

(2) - alright,

All of a sudden (1) got such a urge to touch his face. without thinking for too long he started walking towards the man

(2) - excuse me

The man turned back around, quickly (1) made the excuse of 'theres something on your face' to wipe off nothing, trying to not stare he shook his hand after as a excuse to not tell him 'what was on his face'

The man said thanks and walked back inside while (1) felt great. He felt loved despite never loving anything before. When (2) walked back in he sat on the couch again, laying on his husband shoulder. With is husband patting the spot where (1) did.

(2) - why do you do that sometimes?

(3) - I just like touching your face,

(2) - It makes me feel closer to you. Plus, I think your face is incredibly soft and comforting to touch. It brings me a sense of peace and security. Does it bother you?

(3) - Not at all. In fact, I find it quite endearing. It's a simple way for me to show my affection and admiration for you. Your presence brings me so much joy and being close to you like this just feels right. Is there anything else you'd like to talk about?

[I didn’t like this one because who tells someone they find them touching their face to be “endearing”-?]

(1) couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as he watched (2) and (3) interacting with such ease and affection. It reminded him of what he had lost, what he had sacrificed in his pursuit of knowledge and power. He couldn't undo the mistakes he had made, but maybe he could still find a way to make amends.

With a heavy heart, (1) retreated from the window and headed toward the nearby park. There, under the shade of a large oak tree, he began to reflect on his actions and the consequences they had brought upon him. He had to find a way to undo the damage and bring happiness back into his life.

As he sat there, lost in his thoughts, a stray cat wandered up to him and curled up next to his feet. Looking into the cat's eyes, he felt a strange connection, as if the cat understood his pain. It was a small glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.

Inspired by the cat's presence, (1) decided to embark on a journey to find the answers he sought. He would search for a solution that would allow him to reconcile the two worlds he had intertwined and restore balance to his own existence.

Days turned into weeks as (1) traveled far and wide, seeking out wise sages, ancient texts, and forgotten knowledge. Along the way, he honed his skills and learned new ways to tap into the power within himself.

Finally, after much toil and countless encounters, (1) stumbled upon an old, weathered book hidden deep within an abandoned temple. As he pored over its pages, he discovered a ritual—a long-lost ritual that had the potential to undo the fusion of the two worlds.

Fueled by a newfound sense of purpose, (1) returned to the place that had once been his home. With determination burning in his eyes, he prepared for the ritual, gathering the necessary ingredients and casting the spell in the very room where the fusion had first taken place.

As the final incantation left his lips, a surge of energy pulsed through the air. Time seemed to stand still as the barriers between the two worlds began to weaken, and (1) held his breath, waiting to see if his efforts had been in vain.

Suddenly, a brilliant light expanded from the center of the room, enveloping everything in its path. The light slowly faded, revealing a room no longer caught between two dimensions. It was as if the fusion had never occurred—a clean slate.

Overwhelmed by a mixture of relief and uncertainty, (1) cautiously stepped forward. And there, standing in front of him, were (2) and (3), just as he had seen them through the window. It was as if they had been transported back to their rightful place in this world.

As (2) and (3) looked at him with confusion and recognition in their eyes, (1) explained everything—the experiment, the fusion, and his quest to undo the damage. Expecting anger, mistrust, and rejection, (1) braced himself for the worst.

But to his surprise, (2) and (3) listened with open hearts and open minds. They understood the pain and regret that (1) had carried for so long, and they saw the sincerity in his eyes. Instead of casting him aside, they offered him forgiveness and a chance at redemption.

In the days that followed, (1) worked side by side with (2) and (3), helping to rebuild their lives without the shadows of their past. As they grew closer, (1) discovered that love and compassion were not reserved for those who were perfect, but for those who realized their mistakes and sought to make amends.

And so, (1) found his place in this newly restored world—a world where friendships were rekindled, love was shared, and second chances were cherished. It was a world he had longed for, and now, he would fight to protect it from any future threats or dark experiments.

With hope in his heart and a renewed sense of purpose, (1) vowed to use his knowledge and newfound redemption to better the lives of others. The past would always serve as a reminder of the consequences of greed and arrogance, but it would also push him forward, driving him to make a difference in the world he called home.

And so, the curtain closed on (1)'s dark chapter, and a new one began—one filled with hope, love, and the endless possibilities that life had to offer.

[Good mini plot, nothing like the character that (1) actually is but it made him a good person so good for him 🤷]

I wish I could’ve kept the first one because that was was so much more funny but it didn’t let me copy.

Also just putting this here, ai won’t replace anyones real writing, I did it for fun 🥲

#digital art #oc story #wattpad #drawing #my oc art #sketch #wattapad #story #oc art #art #storytelling #stories #ai #ai story #fack lore

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Untitled - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

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I hated this shit.

Making nice with assholes, no matter their gender, with a chip on their shoulder no longer came naturally to me, so I was impressed that I had thus far managed to keep my mouth shut.

Evelyn was going to be a pain in my ass, and the edges of my patience had frayed long ago, but I bit my tongue because I had longed for somewhere like Jackson to lay low for a while and just take a breath.

Too much had happened in the last few weeks. Granted the terrain of this whole world was in a constant state of flux. There was no longer a new normal. Constant change and danger was the new normal, but ever since leaving Boston, I felt like I’d been walking a tightrope blindfolded for miles.

Getting into Jackson, and seeing Tommy, truly felt like reaching the end of that tightrope. At least for a little while.

Son of a bitch even went and got himself married. Okay. I guess.

After Tess, I swore off the idea of companionship in any and all forms. Just didn’t seem worth it to me anymore.

Luckily my route partner this morning wasn’t likely to change my mind on that.

Evelyn was about as pleasant as a rectal exam. But if I wanted to remain in Tommy’s good graces and stay in Jackson for a while, then I’d have to roll with her punches and mind my manners.

I could handle myself out there just fine and she didn’t strike me as being any less capable, but that horse of hers worried me.

As I guided Marigold out of the stables, I caught sight of Evelyn in the corral, putting that horse through his paces.

He seemed to respond to her well, but beyond the town gates were no less than a hundred ways for things to go wrong and heading out there on a skittish horse seemed downright irresponsible to me.

Still, Evelyn had made it clear that I should keep my thoughts to myself and that was just fine by me. I was more than happy to keep it “professional” between us and the idea of not having to engage in small talk appealed to me even more.

I saw her glance in my direction as she navigated her horse to exit the pen and I noticed her horse seemed more settled now, though it did little to assure me of his stability out there once a threat presented itself.

We made our way out of the gates in silence and Evelyn was careful to keep at least ten yards ahead of me at all times.

The resort was a good three to four hours ride, heading north through the woods that lined the highway.

Being close to a road always made me nervous, but I had to give it to Tommy and the folks of Jackson who looked like they had done a good job of keeping the surrounding areas clear of manageable threats like runners, clickers, and such.

Still, there was something easier to accept about a threat whose survival instincts made their actions predictable. Runners run at you, and you can, for the most part, see them coming.

Humans on the other hand. Well, they weren’t so easy to read, and I could only hope we didn’t cross any on our way through to the hotel, since I barely trusted the one I was currently with.

Out of nowhere a bird taking off from a spindly branch which subsequently snapped brought me out of my thoughts and back to the trail we were currently navigating.

All of a sudden, Evelyn’s horse came to a stop. Even from behind, her body language, the subtle tilt of her head told me she heard something.

I focused my hearing and brought my horse to a halt.

We both sat in silence, listening and I could see her head turning to the right and peering through the thicket of trees.

When she reached for her gun, was then I saw what caught her attention.

A lone runner up ahead, standing still except for the spasmic twitching of his neck and shoulders.

He hadn’t been alerted to our presence yet, and so it was better to try to sneak up on him to avoid a gunshot ringing out and drawing in any others that might be nearby.

She quietly dismounted from her horse and hung her rifle on the saddle loop before reaching around to unsheathe a hunting knife she kept strapped to her back.

Working with the natural sounds of the wilderness, she crept slowly and soundlessly up behind the runner as I held my gun cocked and trained on it just in case things went awry.

When she was close enough, she leapt to grapple him by the neck and make quick work of pushing the full length of the knife into the side of his skull.

She held him until his twitching and gurgling ceased and then lowered him gently to the ground.

Looking around, she checked for any further threats and then when she was satisfied there were none, she wiped the muck off the blade of the knife and stuck it back into the leather sheath and got back up on her horse.

“Might be more ahead,” I suggested taking care to project my voice just enough so she’d hear it, but hopefully not anybody else.

“Not around here. We’ve cleaned out these woods pretty good. The occasional strangler makes it through, but once we get to the resort there’ll be more for sure. They seem to congregate around there.”

She was right. We rode on in silence for another few hours uninterrupted until we made it to the resort.

The patrolling contingent of Jackson had been working incrementally to secure the resort, but it was a huge structure with many points of entry, only half of which had been blocked off so far.

“We’ll approach from the west,” she informed me from where I had sidled up to her, “they tend not to mill around the entrances they can’t get through. They’ll all be huddled at the north and east entrances.”

“How many are we talking? Ballpark.”

“This time of year? We’re looking at upwards of twenty or so.”

“Each entrance?”

“Each entrance,” she confirmed with a nod on her head, “let’s find a good vantage point and do our best to make quick work of killing ‘em. After that we’ll have to dispose of them, so they don’t attract others. You can handle this right? I’m not coming after you if you get into trouble,” she warned, and I believed her every word on that.

“That suits me just fine, let’s get up there and get to work,” I replied coolly, kicking at Marigold’s flanks to pull up ahead of her.

It took us another four hours to pick off fifty-two infected.

The resort layout made it easy to stay hidden and elevated. Killing infected wasn’t nearly half as draining as dragging their dead bodies the quarter mile to the ravine at the edge of where the resort sat nestled on top of the mountain.

Once all fifty-two were stacked, we worked together to pick each one up by their hands and feet and toss them off the side of the mountain.

It was hard work, but neither of us wanted to be the first to complain because then we’d have to talk to each other. Until now, our only communication had been issuing instructions or need-to-know info.

I could tell she was getting tired by the straining noises she made when we lifted our last body and began swinging it to work up the momentum to toss it over the edge of the cliff.

I refrained from asking her if she was okay knowing she would find it condescending.

The next seconds whirred by in a blur. Maybe we were both exhausted and had our guard down. I didn’t know what happened in the moment, but later came to find out that the cuff of Evelyn’s flannel shirt somehow caught on a metal shoelace hook on the shoe of the body. And when we swung the body off the side of the cliff, it damn near took Evelyn with it.

Her scream, and the jerking motion of her body towards the edge of the cliff sent my instincts alight and I didn’t know what was happening, but I reached for her all the same. Seemingly in slow motion I grasped for her shirt, but missed, and grasped again as I fell, catching her by the ankle just in time.

Her shirt tore at the sleeve as the body plummeted down below, freeing her from being connected to the dead weight of the body, but half of her was hanging over the side of the ledge with only my hands secured tightly around her ankle.

“Pull me up!” She shrieked panicked and I righted my body and used all my strength to pull her back up over the edge.

When she was able to, she skittered backwards on her hands and feet away from the side of the cliff. Her breathing was rapid and shallow as I came to her side and grapsed her shoulder.

“You alright?”

She didn’t seem to hear me, staring past me at the ledge, her eyes wild with panic and no doubt thoughts of how it could have ended differently.

“Hey, come on now. You’re alright,” I said casting my eyes over her and noticing that the t-shirt under her open flannel button down had ridden up and her torso was scraped to hell.

She seemed to come to then, and noticed my gaze, peering down at her body and seeing the skin above her left hip and left side of her stomach grazed away, bleeding and studded with debris.

“Oh shit,” she breathed, her left hand hovering over the open, bloody wounds.

“Don’t touch it. Can you walk?” I asked, and she nodded, seeming to find it within herself to calm her breathing despite the shock of what had happened.

“Give me your hand,” I instructed, and she obeyed, placing her dusty palm in mine as I helped her up off the ground.

“Let’s get you patched up and start heading back to the town,” I said guiding her as she gingerly let me lead her back towards the hotel.

I could tell when we reached the horses who were tied up inside one of the secured entrances of the hotel that the adrenaline that was keeping her pain at bay was starting to wear off and she seemed to be deteriorating fast.

“There’s a first aid kit in Sid’s saddle bag,” she informed me when I started heading over to find my canteen so I could clean her wound.

I grabbed both items and made my way back to where she had settled into one of the sofas in the lobby, leaning back so as not to stretch or shift the wound.

Positioning myself at the edge of the sofa, I tucked her t-shirt up into the band of her bra.

Her breathing quickened again in anticipation of the cleaning process which we both knew was going to hurt like a motherfucker.

“I’m real sorry ‘bout this, but we gotta clean it so it doesn’t get infected,” I said knowing damn well once her exposed flesh touched the rubbing alcohol from the first aid kit that she would be in a world of hurt with nothing to numb it. And that was before I would have to use the tweezers to fish out any remaining rocks or pebbles that remained embedded in the wound.

“You want something to bite down on?” I asked before getting started and she responded by reaching down to unbuckle her belt and lifted her hips to slide the leather strap out from her jeans. She wound it around her wrist and placed the thick layers of leather between her teeth.

She took a couple deep breaths and then fixed her eyes to mine to let me know she was ready.

Rinsing the wound with water was bad enough. She groaned in agony, her torso rising and falling with her shallow breathing as the water rinsed away blood and dirt.

I tried to work quickly, but not so quickly that it made me careless. Perhaps we weren’t the best of friends but seeing anybody in that amount of pain was hard to block out and keep focused on the task.

She was cursing to high heaven, but the words were muffled through leather and clenched teeth.

The worst was still to come.

Getting up close to the wound, I user a pair of tweezers to pull out pieces of rocks, sticks, and other debris that had lodged themselves into the exposed flesh. I tried to be gentle, but some required a little digging and I had to stop several times to let the pain abate before proceeding.

Light was beginning to fade in the space letting me know that the sun has worked its way over the east side of the resort was heading to set in the west. We didn’t have much time before we needed to ride back into the town and part of me wondered how she’d make it.

Refocusing my attention, I rinsed her wounds with water once more and then reached for the rubbing alcohol.

She made a lilting, sound of fear when she saw it and my extremities numbed in sympathy as we both braced for what would be the most painful part of dressing her wound.

I soaked the gauze in alcohol and paused briefly before pressing each soaked square over the top of her wounds.

Her head tilted back in a silent scream, her forearms coming over her face to hide from the excruciating pain I was inflicting on her.

“I’m sorry. I know, I’m sorry,” was all I could say.

When the wounds were covered and packed with gauze, I unwound the bandages.

“Arch your back so I can wrap around you,” I instructed, and when she moved her arms her entire face was soaked with tears.

The most merciful thing I could do for her was get this over with as quickly as possible.

I held the end of the bandage against an untouched patch of skin with one hand and used the other to wrap around her midsection over and over until all the gauze was covered. I used three lengths of bandages to make sure everything held firmly, and it wouldn’t shift on the ride back to town, but I still wondered how she would make that trip.

She was white as a sheet from the ordeal and every exhalation came out sounding like a kicked dog.

“Rest here for a minute, I’m gonna radio in and let them know what happened,” I informed her, rising up from beside her on the sofa and making my way back to the horses.

She didn’t respond and I wasn’t even sure if she heard me, but it was best to just keep things moving forward.

As soon as I neared the horses, I could hear the walkie-talkie buzzing and the crackle of a voice coming through on the other end.

“Evelyn. It’s Maria. Come in. Do you copy? Over.”

I depressed the talk button and raised the device to my mouth.

“This is Joel, we copy. Over.”

After a brief pause, Maria’s voice crackled over the line once more.

“Yeah Joel, is there somewhere you guys hole up for the night? Storm is on its way over and it looks to be a doozy. Too dangerous to make the trek back. Stay at the resort and make your way back in the morning. Over.”

I looked over to Evelyn who looked strung out and pain weary on the couch.

“That’s a negative, Maria, we had some trouble here and we need to get back. Evelyn’s been hurt. I patched her up for now, but she needs to get back tonight. Over.”

Another long pause as I waited for a response.

“How bad is it? Over.” Maria’s voice sounded grave, and the truth was I didn’t know. Shock was insidious with ambiguous symptoms.

I hesitated, having to make the call between putting more people at risk by making them head over in the storm or, risking keeping her here and getting worse.

I looked over at her once more. She was still on the couch. Eyes closed, but her brows were knitted together in agony. She was breathing at a more regular rate, but she was still white as a ghost.

I depressed the call button and held the device to my mouth.

“We’ll ride it out for the night, just keep someone on standby in case things turn south. Over.”

“Roger that, we’ll keep the line clear and take shifts through the night in case you need us. And Joel. Take care of her. I know she spits some pretty good fire, but… she’s one of the good ones. Over.”

I closed my eyes against the instruction from Maria. Being responsible for another human being was a death sentence in this world and I’d been burned by that responsibility way too many times to not have learned my lesson. But I saw little if any choice.

“Copy that. Over,” I stowed the walkie-talkie back into the saddle bag before making my way back to the sofa.

“I got good news and bad news,” I informed her, watching as her glazed eyes sailed over to look up at me.

“The bad news is there’s a storm heading our way and we’re on orders to camp here for the night.”

“What’s the good news?” She asked through chattering teeth as I slipped out of my coat and placed it over her body.

“The good news is you didn’t die.”

#Joel Miller #the last of us #tlou #the last of us fan fiction #tlou fanfiction #Joel #Joel fanfiction

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Jeff the Killer and Bedlam

by ThenameisBedlam

Sometimes all you need on a sunday morning is some kid plugging their OC into the universe they got inspired from. Kids having fun and not being awkward about it, what's not to love?

CW// murder, blood

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About

This story are the thoughts of Jeff the Killer as he meets Bedlam...

The Pasta

The weirdest occurrence happened. I did my last kill for the night and was about to go back to my hideout (a new one, I’m on the run all the time), when the strangest thing happened to me...

I sprinted down the street and turned a corner towards... a playground. Here’s the thing, I never get lost, so this was a first for me. But instead of getting frustrated with my sudden loss of direction, I felt my carved mouth move into a larger smile. I saw someone on the swings on the very edge of the playground, and their built said it was a girl. Her age, I wasn’t sure of. It was dark, I couldn’t see her very well, anyway. But, of course, the darkness was an advantage to me. I moved closer to the girl as she swung back and forth on the swings...

Back and forth... Back and forth... Back and forth...

I crept closer. But as I was only a few yards away, I froze... and realized something...

She was looking at me the whole time. I stood there, I was still crouching in the darkness. She had stopped swinging, and was now frozen, like I was. I kept my eyes locked on her as she stood up. She had something behind her back, and wiggled her finger, gesturing me to go over to her...

“Who’s there?!” I turned my head to see a little boy, about nine, at the very edge of the playground. Near some houses. I heard a subtle whoosh of air and I looked back to where the girl was... and what do you know, she was gone. The boy saw me, and I ended up giving him a few stabs.

I was a bit confused as to where the girl went, where she came from, or what she was doing there in the dark. Now that I think about it, she didn’t really look like a girl that you would find at a playground. When she stood up, she looked very large in size. Tall, but pencil-thin...

I saw her again the next night after another kill. That tall, stick-like girl. I found her and followed her, and got a closer look, but in better light. While under a streetlamp, I saw that, in fact that she wore no shoes, only stripped, black and white stockings and sleeves. She had tight, grey shorts and a red t-shirt. And her hair was blue, I don’t think it was a wig, really... Nor dyed. Authentic, real hair in a blue shade. I knew that she noticed me, but I wasn’t afraid. We kind of stared at each other for a few seconds before some noise took my gaze off of her, and she was gone with a gentle whoosh.

Later, I realized she was following me, and I lost her eventually. She reminded me of Slenderman in some way, tall, thin, stalking, even comes and goes randomly. What have I done? I thought. Is she going to stalk me until we kill each other? Or maybe she’s friendly? No matter, she’ll die sooner or later...

The next night was very different from yesterday when I thought she was friendly. Friendly my foot, turns out she had a croquet mallet behind her back before on the playground. I went to find out if she was at the playground again, and there she was. She gestured to me with her finger again, and I moved toward her with curiosity. What an idiotic idea that was!

Next thing I knew, I ducked under a croquet mallet being swung over my head like a baseball bat! She chased after me for a few blocks before I jumped over a dumpster as an old man passed by. Again, she seemed to gracefully and quickly glide away into the darkness. As for that old man? He didn’t see me, so I spared him. "That stupid girl!" I thought in fury. I’m going to find her tomorrow and end this!

I met her back at the playground again the next night. I knew she was waiting for me, as was I for her. I gripped my knife and walked up to her, and I finally spoke.

“Who are you?” She stood there, leaning on her mallet. We stood in silence for a few moments. “Answer me!” I snapped slightly. The girl scoffed.

“Polite little boy, aren’t we?” Her voice was muffled, and I realized her face wasn’t really a face, but a mask. It was pale with pink cheeks, and the red paint over the white, plastic lips were shaped into a heart and into a twisted side grin. Her voice was almost... Friendly, and perky. But reminded me of a badly tuned music box. Out of all of those features, her eyes stuck out to me the most. They were a bright yellow, with no pupils.

“Answer me.” Her music box-like voice snapped me out of my trance staring into her eyes.

“What do I say?” I glared at her. To my surprise, she took out a random candle and matchbox from her pocket and lit it.

“What the heck are you supposed to be?” She held the candle to my face and squinted.

“It isn’t Halloween yet, kid!” She chuckled, but her eyes grew wide as she looked into mine. She drew back again, licked her fingers, and took the flame out.

“Holy crap! It’s Jeff the Killer!”

“What do you mean it’s not Halloween?” I said through clenched teeth.

“Well, it’s true.” She said with a bit of a sassy tone. She crossed her arms. “What do you want, kid?”

“What do I want?!” I tried not to shout so the whole neighborhood could hear me. “Why are you following me?!”

“You started it!” She shoved her finger into my face. I snatched up my knife and slashed at her finger. She managed to dodge it and made an impressive backflip. She suddenly took out a deck of cards from her pocket and flicked one of them at me. I ducked, but it came back around like a boomerang and grazed my cheek. The girl caught the card as I fell in against the wall again, shocked of how quickly everything went. I touched my stinging cheek and felt the blood drip down it. I was furious!

“Wow...” I looked up at the girl again, she was leaning on the mallet the same way as before.

“What a baby! I thought you were a deadly killer, not a knock-to-the-ground-easily killed killer!” And she stuck her hand out, telling me she wanted to help me up.

“I’m Bedlam.” She said.

“I can get up myself...” I mumbled angrily under my breath, doing so. “Why did you offer to help me?” Bedlam rolled her eyes.

“Can’t I be a friendly kind of girl?” She swung the croquet mallet over her shoulder and glared at me. “Or does every boy think that girls are scary and evil?”

“Did I say that?” I hissed. She ignored my angry statement.

“We’re both killers, aren’t we?”

“Your point?”

“We don’t have to be rivals and try to kill each other at every moment we’re seen by the other!” She hung her head down and her music box voice turned sad. “I need a friend, Jeff...” I frowned.

“Why do you need someone like me?” I scoffed. “I work alone.”

“Come on, man!” She took the chin of her mask, lifted it up... and showed her face. I gasped.

What a terrible sight! Bedlam’s face was twisted and mangled, like she had been in a huge car wreck! Her eyes were ringed with black and blue bruises, she had no nose, she had no lips, and barely any teeth.

“You see,” She began, putting the mask back.

“I have a mask because of the tragedy that happened to my beautiful face! An idiot of a jock girl thought it would be funny to throw the basketball right into my nose, I ended up losing that and my lips in surgery. And another time she took out both my eyes and most of my teeth...” She paused, fury and insanity was coming upon her.

“...I snapped, Jeff. I found my favorite toy...” She stroked her croquet mallet. “And bashed her head open while she was sleeping.” Bedlam looked up at me.

“I’m just like you Jeff, a runaway, a fugitive... But with one exception... You don’t hide your face like I do... No, sir, you aren’t afraid of people seeing your... beautiful...” She lifted her hand up and stroked my face.

“...Beautiful face.” She paused again.

“I just want a friend, Jeff. I want to kill with you! I want to be like you!” I stood there, shocked. Both at her face and the fact she wanted to be like me. My grin grew wider.

“...I’m sorry I tried to stab you, Bedlam.” I said softly.

“I’m sorry I teased you.” She said back. “Let’s go, we should go and kill together.”

I felt so happy, I had a friend now...

I knew I was beautiful.

#jeff the killer #creepypasta #fanfiction #jtk #horror #story #crossover

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#me being annoying and maybe something i shouldn't post lol so we'll see #but it's all just me like if u think this applies to u technically it does but idc keep doing you yk #it's just like when people ship something romantically that i only ship platonically and they post a lot about it #so i filter the tag bc i don't want to see it and i'm not gonna say like lmao stop posting aboutthem #bc tbh someone's probably thought that about me and quinntina idk #but also i don't want to filter the tag bc i like the friendship :'') so i miss regular gifsets and stuff but idk #i just don't want to see the romantic stuff but i'd love to see the platonic stuff :( #anyway all that to say nothing lol i'm just gonna filter another one tonight XD #it's really just Me not being open to other ships lmao 🤪 no one has to stop y'all do your thingggg #i can't tell if this sounds mean lskdhgljf but it's nottt i'm not trying to be mean i'm just lamenting my own limitations #lmao idek what that means #don't take this too seriously 🤪 idk as if anyone's going to??? idk i'm a mess lmao bye #jeanne talks #in other news i was walking in my yard and got a sudden idea for a scene for the j atp au #and then i had to come back inside and then the fucking house phone rang #and i couldn't understand the person very well bc it was chinese and also very bad quality #so i had to gve the phone to my mom and then wait and hold the phone while she went and got my dad who was also outside XD #and then i think i forgot most of my idea #like the Main idea is there but it was pretty general #it was just one of those times when like WORDS popped into my head #so it would've been great if i could've written them down immediately lol #i got someof it :P idk kadhjfgfs anyway

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What I Mean (Sherlock Holmes x Reader) [Request]

Hi lovely! Love love LOVE your work! You’ve got some truly amazing stories 💝 would I be able to request a Henry!Sherlock Holmes x reader one shot where the reader has feelings for Sherlock but thinks that he doesn’t like her at all? — Requested by anon

Warnings: none

Gif Source: acecroft

The first time you saw Sherlock, you fell in love. It wasn’t because of how he looked or how he carried himself. It was how he brushed past that insufferable Constable Lowell, ignoring the man’s protests with a wave of his hand. The way Lowell became flustered and upset and the way DI Lestrade laughed at him made your heart swell in your chest. After the last five months of verbal bullying from the constable, you were supremely satisfied to see him humiliated.

Sherlock frequently appeared unexpectedly at Scotland Yard. You learned to recognize his presence in the building before you ever saw him. There was something about the way he moved through the place, like it was of little consequence, that you could feel. It reminded you of being caught out in a storm with lightning striking nearby, the hair on your arms rising as static built up in the air.

You didn’t meet Sherlock until your fourth month of employment. What had started as a typing job had turned into secretarial work—with no increase in pay to account for your extra duties. You strode into Lestrade’s office with a thin smile and said, “If I’m going to be mitigating your literacy blunders, I expect to be compensated.”

“That’s out of the question. You are a typist and are paid accordingly.”

“Well, then, in that case…” You dumped a huge stack of folders in front of him. “I don’t need to inventory these.”

Lestrade stared at the stack in displeasure.

“Oh, and they haven’t been properly sorted. I’m only meant to type, not to organize your chaos.”

“Now wait.”

“I expect a ten-percent increase. That’s what a proper secretary gets paid. Oh, and the title. I want everyone to know I am not a mere typist.”

The muscle in his jaw jumping, Lestrade reluctantly agreed. Sweeping the files up in your arms, you strode out of the room, light on your heels.

Sherlock leaned beside the door, a faint smirk playing on his lips. You stumbled, surprised by his appearance.

“I thought I was the only one who could so easily maneuver Lestrade,” he said.

“He makes it too easy,” you managed to say.

Sherlock’s eyes skimmed the files. “They’re already organized, I see.”

“The trick is making him think only I can do this job.”

“Clever.” Then he was in Lestrade’s office discussing a case, leaving you standing there flushed.

~~

Sherlock took to greeting you cordially each time he passed by your desk after the incident with Lestrade. Sometimes he didn’t meet with Lestrade at all, instead opting to leave you with a message for the detective inspector. Sherlock never spent long at your desk, much to your disappointment, but the few minutes he spared you each time were enough to make you float the rest of the day.

You had taken it upon yourself to have all the necessary information on all of Lestrade’s cases close at hand. Sherlock often appeared to ask Lestrade for information regarding something he had read in the paper or heard from others. The first time you furnished him with a small envelope of the relevant information, you had been pleased to see genuine surprise in the consulting detective’s face.

“You are quite indispensable,” he remarked. “I don’t know how Lestrade managed anything before you.”

“Poorly, I would imagine.”

“I heard that!”

Smothering a laugh with your hand, you settled back at your desk and tried to think of something else to say to make Sherlock linger for a few moments. Before you could, he dipped his head and left.

You didn’t know why you kept entertaining the idea of interacting properly with Sherlock. The society rumor mill claimed the man was impossible to nail down and seemed uninterested in any of the ladies. It was supposed he, being an eccentric, was possibly too obsessed with his sleuthing hobby and therefore poor marriage material anyway.

Still, you flirted with the idea until you saw him interact with his sister, Enola. He smiled at her and praised her for a particularly thorny case she had unraveled.

Oh, you thought with dismay, feeling all hope leave you. He treats me like his sister.

The realization settled deep in your bones. It had been fruitless all along, the special treatment you had accorded him, the way he seemed pleased with you.

Of course he was pleased with you, you snarled inwardly. You helped him with his work. Even he suffers Lestrade in order to do that. You are nothing but a convenient secretary he doesn’t need to pay.

You couldn’t bear the thought of making things difficult for him, however, so you continued to keep the case information neatly organized and accessible. While everything in you had changed, the only outward sign of it was a sudden coolness toward him. You no longer smiled easily when he arrived, and you spent most of your time avoiding his gaze, busying yourself with tasks at your desk.

If he noticed, he gave no sign. It was as you had thought. You were of little consequence to him.

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A year after being hired, you considered quitting. There was a small detective agency in need of female detectives to uncover unfaithful wives and husbands for divorce proceedings. It would get you away from the stifling atmosphere of Scotland Yard, where the likes of Lowell and his ilk still roamed unchecked. You could do with a change.

You could do with an escape from a certain debonair consultant.

“You can’t leave,” Lestrade declared. “I won’t allow it.”

“Did I sign a contract, sir?”

“No, but why would that—”

“Then I am under no obligation to continue working for you.”

Lestrade sputtered, trying to refute you. “You’re needed here.”

“I know a woman who is as adept as I am at this work.”

“But—”

“I’ve made my decision, detective. Please leave me to it.”

You remained only to show your replacement the way of things and to warn her about Lowell and the others. Only then did you leave and seek a posting in the detective agency.

A day after you had applied and been accepted, you arrived to work in your work clothes, fully expecting to be sent somewhere to survey a cheating spouse. As you walked through the door, you heard exclamations from within.

“Mr. Holmes! What an honor it is to have you grace our establishment.”

You froze in the doorway, heart hammering in your chest. Sherlock’s broad back was turned to you, his face in three-quarter profile. You wanted to flee, to escape the magnetic pull you felt in your presence.

Your new employer saw you past Sherlock’s shoulder. “Ah, here she is.” Waving you over, he watched you walk stiffly down the hallway, your hands clenched into nervous fists by your sides.

Sherlock turned to you, fixing you with those striking blue eyes. You felt trapped beneath them, sucked in their magnetism once more. Swallowing thickly, you nodded. “Mr. Holmes.”

He smiled tentatively at you, revealing the point of a canine.

“Mr. Holmes has requested you for an investigation,” you employer said. “I offered him Miss Hemmings, of course, she being our finest, but he insisted on you.”

The hair on the back of your neck rose. Resisting the urge to scratch, you asked, “Did he?”

“I did. Now, if we could go? We are wasting time.”

Fighting the disappointment rising in you, you followed Sherlock out the door and into a transom. Enclosed in the small space, you couldn’t avoid his scent, a pleasing mix of tobacco smoke and something else. You avoided his gaze, folding and refolding your hands in your lap.

“You left Scotland Yard.”

A statement. You nodded but didn’t offer anything more. “Where are we going?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

You frowned, lifted your head. “I beg your pardon?”

“Did I do something incorrect?” A crease appeared between the man’s eyebrows. “Your demeanor toward me changed in the two months leading up to your resignation.”

Toying with the fingers of your gloves, you felt panic clawing up your throat. He had noticed. What did that mean?

“I can only conclude that something occurred, but I can’t determine what.”

You met his concerned eyes. “I…it doesn’t matter, Mr. Holmes. I can do whatever job you need me to with as much professional courtesy as it requires.”

His lips pulled into a thin frown. “That isn’t what I’m asking.”

“I don’t know what you mean, then.”

“Please, you are smarter than that. Or was my regard for you misplaced?”

You blinked in surprise, unsure you had heard correctly. “It…isn’t my place to tell you where to place your regard.”

He laughed then, a sudden HA that made you jump. “You are making this difficult, aren’t you?”

“Excuse me?”

“I am not given over to emotionalism, but I won’t deny that your treatment of me in those last months affected me.”

“I didn’t mean to—”

“What I mean to say is that I had hoped we were developing a familiarity.” His hand went to his collar, adjusting it. “I had hoped to…call on you.”

Your head snapped up in surprise. “To call on me?”

“I had thought my feeling for you was returned, but if I am mistaken, please inform me now to save us both further embarrassment.”

You could hardly speak around the tightness in your throat. “It is returned.”

The smile on Sherlock’s face made your heart ache. “Good. I’m glad we have remedied that. Now, if we’re both to be detectives, then I suppose we had best collaborate. I need you to spy on Richard Haskell. It seems…”

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Past mistakes pt. 2

prompt: past mistakes still find a way to haunt you and drag you down.

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My brother is the most annoying person, in my mind, to exist. He's gotten on my nerves since the moment my mom asked if I wanted a sibling and I told her "no."

She was shocked to say the least and told me it was happening whether I liked it or not. So, I got a little brother.

He's still a brat.

He's still annoying.

When he was younger he got some child acting gigs and now his full time job is to annoy the hell out of me.

He was a pretty good actor back in the day, could really fake cry. But that was my talent first, shoulda known he'd leech off my skills. haha

He played a role in a big name soap opera my mom still is obsessed with to this day and a few other small roles in a few sitcoms in the early 2000's late 90's.

Me on the other hand, I gave up acting after I fled from Boston. I filmed a few small gigs but ultimately gave it up. Something came up.

I never went back to it after I moved away. Personally, it feels like I never did act. So much has happened that feels like lifetimes ago

Jamie throws a piece of cereal, hitting me in the forehead

He laughs loudly and I glare at him. He says “You really need to lighten up missy. You’re back in Boston and you can be yourself again.”

I narrow my eyes at him saying “I was myself back in New York and California. Why would Boston change me?”

“You’re acting like a snob. And a knob too. Get over yourself.”

He walks away and I say “You can’t just call me that and walk away! James!”

He shrugs saying “You deserve it! I can’t believe you didn’t call me when you got engaged. We used to talk about everything!"

“It was all so sudden alright?”

He rolls his eyes and walks away. I stand up groaning from my ass being sore from all that driving I had to do

Following after him I say “Come on, don’t be like that. We can bond! Just help me find Chris and we can catch up? Please?”

“No. Find him yourself. He probably still has the same number, call it."

James walks away and I sigh. “Come on Jamie! Don’t be like that!”

My dad folds his newspaper in half as he looks to me from the kitchen. He sighs saying “He’s not wrong, honey.”

I sigh saying “About what?”

“About you not being yourself. You’re back in your hometown. He isn’t here, why are you so tense?”

“I don’t like Boston like you do.”

He sighs saying “I saved you the entertainment section.” He slides the newspaper towards me as he focuses back on the sports section

I grab it and he clears his throat saying “And there’s nothing on it about Chris. In case you were wondering.”

I narrow my eyes at him saying “He doesn’t consume my mind like he does yours, apparently. I haven’t even thought about him in 5 years or longer.”

He nods saying “Whatever helps you sleep at night honey. No need to be hostile.”

“Dad.. Are you kidding me? I don’t think about him. Ever.. Alright? I’m thinking about him now because all you bring up is him! Every god damn second. Boston isn’t just his hometown it was mine too. I get he's the town golden boy turned hometown celebrity around here but I don't want to hear about him.”

He chuckles saying “You need to get some fresh air. Your mom and I are going to be heading to the flea market. Get some deals and get some items for our new baby.”

I look at him confused and I hear James laughing from upstairs. I look to him questioningly as his smile widens.

“Your new baby?”

“Honey! y/n wants to meet her!”

My eyes widen and I say “huh? her?”

My mom pokes her head in and my dad says “Come on, we’ll show her to you and then we can head to the flea market.”

I nod and they lead me out to the side yard. My eyes widen as I look to the mammoth motor home. Why was I even expecting anything else?

This is my family after all. They're nuts.

I sigh saying “What’d you name her?” Knowing my father he already named her. I'll just humor him.

“Betsy!”

I shake my head and my mom says “We thought it’d be a good idea to use now that we have Cora’s kids to visit and you. You're getting married and living so far away. Now we can visit without flying. Visit those grandkids you and Matt will have.”

I shake my head saying "His name is Pete mom."

"I knew that!" She says quickly as she pushes me forward

My father hates flying. Despises it. He'll avoid a plane in any way possible

He’s afraid of it. But he’ll never admit it.

Oh… and Cora.. she’s my older sister.

She lives in Colorado with her husband. They have two kids, both girls.

I don’t visit them often. It’s been awhile. When the two of us went our separate directions we lost contact.

Also due to the fact she’s a massive control freak who stresses me out and makes everything a competition.

I despise her.

Quickly my mom ushers me to the mini van and I’m crammed in the back of the old beat up mini van forcefully as I attempt to insist that I didn’t need to go and if I was gonna go I would just drive myself

That didn’t work out so well

They play their classic 80’s songs on the radio and I glare at the back of their heads

“If you keep doing that you’re face will stay that way forever, honey.” My dad quips

I deepen my glare saying “I need to leave Boston, and find Chris. So he can sign these and I can move on with Pete.”

“I thought his name was Matt.” my dad smiles as he jokes

I grumble and my mom says “He’s only joking. Lighten up, you’re home. Enjoy the familiarity. You're with family!”

“The only thing I’m going to enjoy is getting the hell out of here as soon as possible.”

My parents meet each other’s eyes and remain silent as I watch their smiles drop. They look forward and continue driving

I wanted peace and quiet. For my parents to not be so nagging

But now I feel guilty.

The rest of the drive is in silence, just Billy Idol or Madonna singing in the background

We come to a stop at the flea market and my dad clears his throat. My mom shakes her head saying “Drew… just leave it.”

He shakes his head saying “No. y/n. You may not view this place as home but it’s our home. You don’t get to complain and make our lives miserable about the fact that we enjoy Boston.”

He continues on “Your mom and I have raised three kids here and have a lot of good memories. If you don’t like it here. Leave. But for the love of god! Give it a rest! We get it! We get it! We get it! You don’t like Boston. You don’t like visiting your family! We get it!”

He steps out of the car, slamming the door shut and leaving me with a shocked look on my face.

My mom looks over her shoulder and says “Y'know, he was really excited to have you home. When you left Boston you didn’t just cut your husband out of your life. You cut us out too.”

She steps out of the car shutting the door a little calmer than my dad did but I feel guilt sink in

I sit in the car sighing as I look to the pictures stuck to the dashboard and I get out of the car to follow them.

I find them looking at little wooden figurines. Like they need any more of these

"Oh look, our ungrateful daughter has decided to grace us with her presence." My dad says to my mother. My mom stares down at the glass figurine's while my dad looks at the wooden ones.

He asks the merchant "You have kids?" The seller nods saying "Yes. I do. I've got 2, both boys."

"You're lucky. The boys stay, and they continue to love you. The girls run at the first chance they get. This one got married at 18 and high tailed her ass away from us at the first chance she could."

I glare at him and say "There's so much more to the story you know that. I'm here alright? I'm in Boston. I told you I'm getting married. You're involved in my life. What more do you want?"

He shakes his head and I look to my Mom as she firmly looks down at the figurine

She says "How much for this?"

"10 dollars."

She reaches into her bag and my dad says "We'll give you 5."

"No, 8 dollars."

"6."

"7."

"no--"

I dig into my bag sliding the man a ten dollar bill and my dad says "y/n..! I had it covered. I could've gotten that for 6."

My mom smiles and says "Drew, we're gonna head over to the farmers market. We'll meet you back at the car in an hour. Okay?"

She loops her arm with mine and I walk away with her. She holds the wrapped figurine and opens it shortly after.

She smiles and says "Doesn't it remind you of Jack? The blue glass and the cute little sparkly eyes. He just had the cutest eyes."

She shows me the glass angel and my anger dissipates. I sigh and say "Yeah mom. It does. It really does."

She wraps it firmly back up and places it into her bag.

Walking through the farmers market is like a blast from the past. It's been updated in some ways but the people still running the stands are the ones I remember.

We buy some fresh strawberries and the vendor says "y/n? y/n Evans?"

My eyes widen and my mom looks up for me. I gulp and mom covers me "Oh, I think you might be mistaken, she's y/n Dylan now. If you didn't know."

"Oh sorry. Forgot all about that. Haven't seen you around here in awhile. We all heard you moved."

I nod saying "Yeah, I go back and forth between the bay area and new york."

"Look at you being an even bigger city girl. We were all too small of a town for you weren't we?"

I shrug and say "There's no place like home though." I smile and my mom watches me as I slide the money towards Vera the strawberry vendor.

I hand my mom the strawberries and we continue through the farmers market. I look to my mom as I say "I do miss you guys. I just.. there's a lot of memories I don't necessarily like to remember."

She nods and says "Don't we all."

I look to the bakery items for sale as my mom looks to the huge stand of succulents. She says "Get me something good while I look at the succulents?"

I nod to her and we go our separate ways. What I don't realize is who she runs into.

More like what family she runs into.

Lisa Evans and Shanna Evans.

Chris' mom and sister.

My mom freezes in place as she holds the succulent as Lisa rounds the corner. My mom mutters "shit.."

Shanna spots my mom first and nudges her mom. Lisa looks up, looking right to my mom, Sierra

Lisa says "Sierra? Sierra Dylan? Oh my god." My mom looks up throwing a smile on and saying "Lisa oh my, it's been so long. Can't believe we just ran into each other like this."

Shanna says "How're Cora and Jamie doing? And..."

Mom says "Cora's got a family now and she's settled down in Colorado."

"That's good, I'm happy for her. I heard she's teaching 3rd grade there too, right?"

Mom nods saying "Yes, she is. She loves it there. But we can't bring ourselves to move with her."

Shanna nods saying "Boston area will always be home."

"Yeah, to most of us. y/n doesn't enjoy it like us."

Lisa clears her throat saying "How is she?"

Mom shrugs saying "She's grown up. A lot. She's not my little girl anymore that used to roll in the mud and hide out on the roof thinking I wouldn't know."

Lisa smiles saying "They grow up so fast don't they? What's she up to work wise?"

"Well, she runs a non-profit organization and also writes screenplay apparently. Not that she'd let me read any of it."

The three of them laugh and Mom asks "How're you all doing? The boys?"

Lisa nods saying "We're good. Very good. Carly and Shanna are married and have kids. Good jobs. Then there's the boys. Chris is in Georgia filming for a movie, and Scott is staying here in Boston working on getting some acting gigs."

Shanna asks "Does y/n or Jamie still act?"

"Nope, afraid not, all those acting classes didn't appear to pay off."

Lisa laughs and says "You win some, you lose some."

"It was great seeing you guys, I've gotta find Drew around here somewhere. He's probably bargaining some vendor or something."

They say their goodbyes and my mom vacates the succulent booth approaching me. I hand her the bearclaw pastry and she says "Let's get the hell out of here."

"What? Why?"

"Because I'm your mother, let's go."

I shake my head and follow her. Then I see it, I see Lisa Evans. We make brief eye contact before I quickly pick up the pace and follow my mom to the mini van.

My dad is already waiting there and we book it home. Well, that was one crisis averted.

Right?

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⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader // taehyung focus. ⇢ genre: smut. // pwp. ⇢ word count: 7.6K ⇢ theme: established relationships.  ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, poly relationship, handjobs, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), public sex, outdoor sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up lovelies), all the boys wanna kiss yn, cum inside/stuffing, slight over stimulation if you squint. ⇢ A/N: literally this idea came to me while watching the first episode and seeing tae washes the dishes sooo, here you goo!! lmao x also if it seems messy or all over the place, that’s bc i wrote this while streaming dynamite and obvi got distracted . 

Namjoon is the first to spot you, just as you're tugging your suitcase from the trunk of your car. The large grin that takes over his features as he makes his way over to you, brown hair flopping in the wind with each step he takes. A silver pot held in his hands that he must've forgotten the purpose of upon setting sights on you.

“You're here.” He says with a large smile, dimples showing while he leaning down to press a soft kiss to your waiting lips. “Did you eat?”

Just with one look around the backyard, you can tell that they just finished eating. Had hoped to arrive a bit earlier so you'd be able to eat with them. “Not yet,” He looked good, as usual, but oddly more attractive in this outdoor environment.

The blue two-piece outfit, which you had quickly realized was a favorite of his, hung loosely around his body. The muscles in his arms flexed as he kept his grip on the pot in his hand. Eyes turn to half-moons with the way he was smiling at you.

It had been a few weeks since you saw them last. What with their jam packed schedule and you keeping up with the things going on in your own life, there wasn't really time to be together the way you wanted. A constant long-distance relationship with the seven of them, even if they were only a few miles away.

Which was the biggest reason you were jumping on the chance to spend this week with them. Secluded with nothing to do but be together. It had been Jin who had suggested it, finding out that you had the same week free. What better way to spend it then with your boyfriends? Agreement coming from his younger members instantly and to your surprise, the staff was quick to agree as well. 

Most times riddled a distraction, but it seemed that you being here sort of fit the relaxation, recharging theme of this entire trip. Zero complaints from you, of course, you were packing your bags the moment you got the green light.

“I'll make you a plate, wait.”

All of a sudden remembering he had been in the middle of doing something before seeing you. Quick steps are taken into the house with the pot in hand and you're right behind him, marveling at the huge land they had rented out for this. All of the greens of the mountains and grass was a pretty contrast to the bright blue sky, the sparkling lake that you couldn't wait to try out.

And there was so much stuff! Placed all over the place from where you can see, each item matching a different member's personality so well that you could guess who asked for what. 

Joon is coming back, hands-free, but only to grab your suitcase, wheeling it into the house. He's gone talking to whoever is in the kitchen before he's returning, arm easily wrapping around your waist as he leads you down the hill.

“You came here looking refreshed,” He notes, finally saying out loud what he had been thinking since you were pulling the suitcase from the car.

Out of all of them, Namjoon seemed to pay a lot of attention to the way you looked. And no, not just the clothes you wore and how they fit – but like deeper. He paid a lot of attention to your facial expressions more than anything, reading your demeanor as if it was his latest page-turner.

A blessing and a curse, because although he knew when something was bothering you and tried his best to fix it without you saying a word. It was also really, extremely hard to hide things for him. Not that you tried to often.

“It was a nice drive and I'm excited to spend time with you guys,” The smile that takes over your features is causing a flutter in his heart, his large hand landing on your arm that you've wrapped around his torso – walking the rest of the way like that.

Jimin is whipping around at the sound of footsteps approaching, and you're eyes are widening at the sight of him. Unwrapping yourself from Joon's body, you're rushing the rest of your steps hands outstretched to touch the edge of the gat hanging from his neck.

“You actually wore it?” Speaking through a slight giggle and he's grinning, hands finding home on your torso as he playfully rolls his eyes. “Of course I wore it, so you better deliver,”

The result of a drunk game of Truth or Dare between the two of you. He spent the entire night choosing truth, but as soon as he was picking dare you were telling him to wear his new hanbok for the first day of shooting. He was agreeing with a roll of his eyes, boasting about how easy it was.

Then on your turn, he was hitting you with that sly grin of his. 'If I wear my hanbok for shooting, then you need to let me...' Words trailing off as he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows in your direction. You were quick to put two and two together of what he wanted. And you were agreeing because of course, you wanted it too.

With a distracted nod, your eyes are shifting to the moving figure behind him. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want.” Breaking from his grasp just as Namjoon is extending the full bowl in your direction.

You thank him with a wide smile, which he acknowledges with a short nod – going back to cleaning up while you take a seat at the table. Sat eating the food that you can tell was made by Jungkook as you watch your two men move around the yard until Joon is disappearing into the house again. Someone else exiting at the same time.

“I thought I heard your voice!” There's a smile in his voice that you can detect without having to listen very hard. And you're proven right as you lift your head, being met with Hoseok's bright smile. “When'd you get here?” He wonders once he's closer, taking the empty spot beside you.

“Not too long ago,” You speak through the mouthful of food in your mouth, the words you're speaking coming out a murmured mess. 

The smile on Hoseok's face only grows, his hand lifting to push his hair back on his forehead. “I missed you.” A random confession that has heat rising in your cheeks. He always did this. Knew what a few simple words did to your mind and took pleasure in making you flustered whenever possible.

This time was no different. Just three words and you were forced to put extra focus on your noodles. He missed you. Obviously, you missed him – that's a given. But the fact that he, Jung Hoseok actually missed you and was just telling you about it casually. With that smile on his face. Yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I missed you too.” A delayed reply, but he's not faltering. Doesn't even think twice about what you could have been thinking about in the time it took you to answer. Instead, he's reaching his arm to wrap around your shoulders, pulling your body into his so he's able to press a dozen chaste kisses to the top of your head.

And then just like that, he's releasing you. Not even giving you a moment to react before he's standing from his spot beside you and moving to help Jimin clean up the outside area.

After the third time, you're asked to scoot over, you're standing feeling as though you're in the way of the cleaning. So, you go to find the others that you haven't seen yet. Thanks to a FaceTime call from Jungkook while they were going through the tour, you had a pretty good understanding of the layout of this place.

Heading over the hill to the Upper House, bowl in hand. And you're grinning when you spot Jin standing out front, staring at the line of delivered groceries in front of him. “Jinnie!” You're calling with a wave of your hand, and he's turning around.

“Yn!” He calls, just as loud – waving you over with one frantic hand.

Easily speeding up your footsteps, it's not long before you're standing in front of him. Arms wrapped around his torso in a tight hug. “What are you doing?” He's out of your hold now, bending to lift the bags off the ground.

“Putting groceries away.”

Following behind him, you shovel mouthfuls of noodles into your mouth while sinking down at the island. For a little while, you're able to enjoy your meal and engage in broken chatter was Jin moves in and out of the house.

He's filling you in on all the plans he has for this trip and the things he's excited about and you listen with a smile on your face. Loving the way he looks when he's completely in his element, eyes sparkling as he talks about being able to fish with Yoongi.

Speaking of Yoongi. Sauntering out from God knows where, white tee hanging loose – revealing a bit of his chest, baggy black jeans that you've now decided is the only thing you ever want to see him in. His hair is unkempt, laying messily over his forehead and only slightly covering his eyes.

There's a smirk on his face when he notices the blatant way you're gawking at him, sinking into the seat beside you – his cold hand not hesitating to reach for your thigh. “You're here?” He speaks in the bored uninterested drawl that you've become used to. Use to read too much into it before you were realizing that just the way he talked.

Now it had the ability to have heat rushing through your veins, especially if he was using that voice when telling you just exactly he wanted to do to you. Never failed to have you basically salivating, putty for him.

“I just came...” The patterns he draws on your inner thigh stills as he lifts his eyes to look at you, a chuckle falling from his lips. “Did you?” He asks teasingly and you're too dazed to pick up on the double meaning of your words.

His hand inches further up your thigh until the tips of his fingers are just inches from reaching the hem of your mesh shorts. Without a thought, your legs are opening for him – giving him as much room as he needs to do whatever he wants.

Yoongi's grinning at your compliance, his lips are just inches for yours. He takes a moment to study your features. Lips shiny with grease, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes staring unfocused. A slow grin lifts the corners of his lips moments before he's leaning in closer.

Yoongi kisses you once as if he's testing the waters before diving in. Grip tightening on your thigh, pulling your body closer to his while he slowly moves his mouth over yours. Soft tongue slowly tracing over your lower lip and you're instantly opening up for him.

The groan that leaves his lips from the feeling of your wet muscles meeting as arousal rushing through your veins and pooling between your legs, fingers reaching to grasp the rough material of his pants for some type of grounding.

And he grins, teeth gently tugging at your lower lip as his hand slides up your thigh toward your waist. So sure he's fingers are about to sneak underneath your shirt, so you giddily wait for the contact. 

But it never comes. "Would you let the girl breathe, she just got here." Is what you hear.

Jimin, into the Upper House to change into something comfortable. And all too ready to scold his Hyung for trying something with you when it hasn't even been an hour. With a roll of those dark eyes of his, Yoongi is leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips – much different from what he had initially planned.

Moment ruined, he's standing from his spot beside you. “I'm gonna go help Jin,” He announces to no one in particular, cheeks darkened with pink from having been caught. Yoongi talked a big game, but he was the most private out of the boys. Wasn't one for an unwarranted audience and preferred to have you to himself rather than sharing you.

“Tae's washing dishes if you're done with that.” He's jutting his chin out to point at your empty bowl on the island. As he speaks, he undoes the tie of his top letting it sag at his shoulders before he's shrugging it off. And you watch his fingers carefully, allowing your mind to wander to just how skilled he was with those fingers.

Playing the same notes for the past eight years on the piano wasn't the only thing he was good at. It's a moment before you register his words enough to stand to your feet, plucking your plate up and exiting the Upper House to find Taehyung.

Back to you as he scrubs the inside of the bowl, you watch as his hips sway to whatever song he's got going in his head. No idea that you're entering the kitchen or that you've arrived – just in his own world.

Taehyung looks handsome even from the back. 

His broad shoulders were still visible underneath the brown top that was just so him. He wore a pair of olive green shorts, giving you a perfect view of his strong legs and the way they flexed with the movement of his feet. Thoroughly riled up from Yoongi's interrupted touches from before, you're struck with a very mischievous thought.

Light steps are taken in Taehyung's direction, quickly setting your bowl in the sink before reaching your arms to wrap around his waist. Palms sneaking underneath the fabric of his shirt so you're able to touch his soft belly. You feel him still against you, taking a moment to put together that it's you back hugging him like this.

He's turning just enough so he can look down at you, a large smile spread across his lips as his eyes take in your face that looks brighter for some reason. “How long have you been there?” Tae tries to hug you back but gives up because of the awkward position.

“Not long,” You answer, nose pressed in the dip of his back after he's turned. Your lips place soft kisses against his covered back, the tips of his fingers brushing over the skin of his stomach. “I missed you.”

And you had. There was just something about Taehyung that drove you crazy with little to no effort. Had to be his aura. The way he carried himself. The unreadable expression that always decorated his features. How he was able to smile with his entire face, pulling large smiles on the lips of the people around him.

All of that and the simple fact of how well the boy could fuck. Of course, all of the guys knew how you make you feel good. All in their own ways, different and unique and still good. But Taehyung. Fuck, Kim Taehyung. A living Sex God, with a thick long cock that he knew how to use. Long fingers that could bring you to climax over and over again with very little time in between. And that mouth. God, that mouth. 

Porn stars would blush at the dirty things that came out of that boy's mouth.

Taehyung's eyebrow is lifting at the mindless way your fingers are dipping lower down his body, flinching just slightly when the tips of your fingers are grazing his quickly hardening cock. “That type of missed me, huh?” He's grinning, you can tell without having to see his face.

Head nodding slightly, you continue placing gentle kisses against his back – fingers drawing teasing lines over his cock through the fabric of his shorts. “Don't be a tease,” He hisses.

His wet, glove covered hand is wrapping around your wrist – forcing more of his cock underneath your palm. A soft moan falls from your lips at the feeling of it twitching with the new friction. Tae's hips rock slowly with the movement of your hand, half of his attention still on the dishes he washes.

And you pout. Want to turn his mind to mush like he's done to you many times before. Until the only thing he can think about is you and how you're making him feel. Fuck the dishes.

Even on your tiptoes, you're only able to reach the nape of his neck. But it's the first bit of bare skin you're able to press your lips against so you settle for it. Leaving open mouth kisses on it while your fingers slowly make their way underneath the waistband of his shorts.

Pleased to find he had decided to forego underwear, you're instantly met with the warmth of his shaft. A low cruse falling from his lips when your cool palm is wrapping around him. And you hold it there. Waiting to hear the scoff that falls from his lips as he starts to rock his hips again – his cock sliding through your grip easily.

The sound of his breathy groans fills the kitchen, egging you on. You can feel him growing harder in your hand and the slow drag of his hips is quickly driving you crazy until you're giving in to the tiny game you were playing and moving your hand.

“Oh, fuck.” Tae hisses, the dish he had been holding crashing into the sink as his fists reach to grip the edge of the sink. Voice gruff and it's usual deep, it has a wash of arousal flooding your body and fueling your movements. Free hand lifting to grasp his hipbone, holding him steady as you bring your hand up toward his tip.

A simple swipe of your thumb over his bulbous has a shiver running down his spine and a grin pulling on your lips. Strokes on his shaft speeding up as the sound of his breathy groans tickled your ears. Hips stuttering underneath your grasp in an attempt to take more than what you were willing to give him.

Always so greedy.

“Does it feel good?” Voice hushed where he can just barely hear.

Taehyung is quick to nod his head, though. “Your hand feels so good on me, Yn. Faster,” He whines, something that you're not quite used to hearing from him. Especially over a simple handjob.

He must've missed you a lot more than he was willing to admit.

And because your soul purpose is to give Taehyung any and everything he asks for, you're rubbing down on him quicker, squeezing him a bit harder. His cock twitches and jumps in your hold and you're fastened by the effect you have on him that your grip on his hip is loosening – allowing him to freely roll his hips upward.

A strong arm is reaching back while his body twists, large glove covered hand tangled in your hair to hold your head steady. For the first time, you're getting a good look at his face. Eyes blown and unfocused, his cheeks flushed and lips bitten. He looks so sexy staring at you as if it's taking all his restraint not to devour you.

The way he leans in, crashing his lips into yours for a sloppy hungry kiss only validates your thoughts. Grip tightening in your hair to hold your head still while his tongue tickles the roof of your mouth.

You try, desperately, to keep your focus on the movement of your hand. Letting him lick into your mouth and kissing him just as much as you can without completely losing your mind. Taehyung, like his six other teammates, worked really well with his mouth. In all ways.

He's nibbling on your lower lip, harsh breaths exiting his nostrils as your thumb runs over the underside of his cock. So close and you can tell from the now frantic roll of his hips. And you're more than ready to bring him there, loved watching him fall apart for you, because of you.

More than ready to have him explode in your palm so you can like it up when the sharp knock on the glass behind you is stilling your movements. Head turning to peak behind you, but Taehyung does stop his head tilting so he's able to suck wet hickeys into your warm skin.

Hoseok stands on the other side of the door, looking extremely impatient. You move to pull your hand from his pants, but Taehyung is quick to grasp your wrist. “Yn, I swear to God.” He speaks through gritted teeth and you're flashing a bright smile up at him.

“It's Hobi,” There's another knock on the glass, “He can't just stand out there,” Laughing, you manage to wiggle yourself out of Taehyung's grasp. He watches you with squinted eyes as you pull the door open for his Hyung.

Cued in on what had been keeping you, a teasing smirk plays on his lips. “What? You're just in here giving Taehyungie all the attention?” Both hands knit into your hair from underneath, slowly closing the space between you two.

“He's working hard in here,” You defend with a slight pout. Upon realizing he wasn't going to be getting off any time soon, Tae turns his attention back to the dishes. Scrubbing the gunk off with much for strength than needed, quiet grumbles leaving his lips.

“I worked hard too, cleaned up outside all by myself. What do I get?” Lips a mere inches from yours, all you'd have to do was lift up onto your tiptoes to feel their softness. “I saw Jiminie helping you.”

Hoseok is rolling his eyes at the slight detail. You're teasing him, he can tell from the way you're gripping his shirt in your fists. Like you're desperate to feel him but at the same time seeing how much you can hold back.

What you failed to realize was, he was much better at teasing than you. Without a second thought, he's leaning down to press his lips against yours. Kiss much different from Taehyung's. More controlled. More intense. Strong hands reach for your thighs, easily lifting your body off of the floor and setting you to sit on the countertop.

He's taking up space between your legs, large hands set on your thighs while he sucks your lower lip into his mouth. You can feel the smirk that plays on his lips from the sound of your moan. 

Hoseok responds by reaching back to give your ass a firm squeeze, pulling your body toward his. He's hard. You can feel it through the fabric of his neon shorts, but the moment you're angling your hips to feel more of him – he's pulling back. 

“Jimin should finish up, hm?” Recalling your earlier comment with a teasing glint in his eye. Planting a soft kiss to your lips, he backs away attention now on Namjoon who had entered with a bag of groceries. As if nothing had happened.

Body buzzing and senses fogged, you're left to wonder just how many times you'd be denied the release you craved.

The two men chatted amongst each other mindlessly, surveying the contents of the fully stalked fridge in front of them. Joon is pulling a bottle of coffee from the bunch, handing it over to you with a soft smile before twisting the cap on his own. You watch as he wraps his plump lips around the edge, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows the liquid down.

Plopping down on the soft red cushion, you watch as Joon moves to offer Tae a sip of his drink. Which he's denying with a pout of his lips. From where you're sitting, you can see that his bulge has gone down a bit – but the foggy need for sexual release stays. You know the feeling. Had half the mind to get on your knees for him right then and there, not like either of them would complain.

They did share you, at times. And those were the times that you secretly hoped for each time you were being interrupted with one of them. But, all of them were so different from their interests and really liked the idea of being alone with you – it didn't happen as often as you'd like.

You could simply suggest it and no doubt they'd agree to the idea. Ready to do whatever you asked to fill your desire. But you liked the surprise of not knowing just when you'd be taking two cocks, or three, or maybe even four. All seven if the weather was right. The suspense had a great effect on you.

Jimin is entering the main house just as halfway through drinking your chilled coffee. Fully changed out of his hanbok, standing in a pair of loose-fitting black shorts and a white SAINT LAURENT tee. Dark hair floppy messily at the top of his head, evident that he's been running his fingers through it.

He looked good enough to eat and if he kept looking at you with those bedroom eyes, you were about to do just that. Beeline made in your direction, settling in the spot beside you. An innocent hand lands on your thigh and your brain short circuits, registering it as anything but.

Without a word, he's reaching for your bottle, taking a long sip from it before licking the drip from his lips. “Where's Kookie?” You ask, forcing your thoughts not to wander too much. And realizing you had yet to see that bunny smile of his, hear the cute way he say's 'Noona' as he wobbles in your direction.

The same age as Namjoon which made you older than Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook – yet Jungkook was the only one out of the three that actually referred to you as Noona. No matter how many times you'd tell him to speak comfortably with you, he'd refuse with blushed and a shake of his head.

The others believed he got off on it, the subtle reminder that you were older than him but he was still able to turn you to make you fall apart with the simple flex of his thigh. “You haven't seen him?” Hoseok speaks with his head inches deep in the fridge and you shake your head despite the fact he cannot see you.

“He’ll come running the moment he hears you're here,” Deciding that your drink is his now, Jimin stands from his spot beside you heading further into the house. Steps cut off by Jungkook turning the corner, as if on cue.

“What!?” A large grin on his lips as his sparkling eyes land on you. Soft hair bouncing as he skips over to you, leaning over the counter so you're face to face. Tattooed hand reaching forward to enclose the back of your neck, gently pulling you forward until your foreheads are touching. “You didn't tell me you were here, Noona.” Eyebrow arched and head tilted to the side.

You can barely see his face with how close you are to it, but there's no doubt that he looks attractive as hell right now in his attempt to be intimidating. Lower lip poking out in a slight plea, “I'm sorry, baby. I was asking about you, though.”

Jungkook only half listens to your words. Some space put between you and he takes advantage of that by allowing his eyes to take in your appearance greedily. Aware of the warmer temperature, you had decided a simple v-neck crop top would suffice. From this angle, he could see straight down your top. And he was doing very little to hide the fact that he was looking, respectfully.

“I'm sure you can think of some ways to make it up to me. Right, Noona?” Hand slipping from the back of your neck, the tips of his fingers brushing over the collar of your shirt. Lips suddenly dry, your tongue is jutting out to wet them. Thighs squeeze together instinctively at the promise his words held.

A contrast to his demeanor, Jungkook is placing a sweet kiss on your lips. One that lingers for a second shorter than you want, but the small smile on his lips upon pulling away is enough to make your heart melt.

All at once, he's releasing you and moving on to follow Jimin out of the kitchen. Taehyung is finishing up he dishes at the same moment, shaking his hands of the water droplets before wiping the excess onto his shorts.

Alone in the room with him again and you feel the atmosphere shift as soon as his eyes settle on you. Finally able to get a good look at you and taking in just how short your shorts are and how thin the material of your top is. But Taehyung is a gentleman when he wants to be. 

His hand rests on your back, the tips of his fingers brushing against the bare skin your shirt leaves exposed. “Want to go for a walk?” Teeth biting into his plump lower lip. Instantly, you're sliding from your seat head nodding at his words.

Taehyung's arms wrap around your waist, pulling your body into his chest and you just faintly see the grin on his face before you're being enveloped in his sweet scent. Guided steps are taken into the game room where Namjoon sits, a laugh leaving his lips at the weird way the two of you are walking.

“What are you making?”

“A boat,” Joon says with a wide smile, lifting the plastic boat to show you. Cutie. Impatient, Taehyung is pushing his hips forward into yours. Even through the layers and with the small fact that he's not exactly hard at the moment – you can still feel his bulge against your ass cheek.

But he doesn't stop there, slowly dragging his hips up so you can feel his entire length. A strangled gasp is leaving your lips that has Taehyung smirking, Namjoon too focused on whether or not he just broke his model, doesn't notice.

Arms tightening around your waist, Taehyung takes a step forward – urging you to do the same.

When Tae said he wanted to take you on a walk, he wasn't speaking in sexual innuendos. You had actually gone for a walk around the land. Hand in hand making comfortable chatter as you soaked in the nice weather.

Somehow, you managed to convince yourself that he hadn't been itching to get you alone to fuck you – but really just wanted to spend some time alone with you. It's sweet when you think about it. The gentle way he's talking to you about the nervousness that surrounds working on his new mixtape. His soft thumb brushing over your knuckles as you assure him that everything will turn out alright.

It's not until you're reaching the picnic table just a few feet from the water, is he wrapping his arm around your hips. Lifting you from the ground as if you weighed nothing and setting you down on the table.

Blunt nails lightly dragging over the back of your knees as he gently spreads your legs so he's able to stand in the middle of them. He's easily hooking your legs around his waist, ankles instantly locking to pull him closer to you. “You know what I want to do right now?” 

“What?” You humor him, even though you could probably guess. Arms lifting to wrap around his neck, head tilting to the side as a slight smirk plays on your lips. His mouth hovers over your ear, wet brushing over the shell of it as he speaks.

“Wanna taste that sweet little cunt. Bet you're already soaked from all the attention you've been getting.” To prove his point, Tae's fingers trail up between your thighs. Your body shudders as he drags a single digit over your slit through the fabric.

He wasn't wrong, had started to feel the heat pool between your legs when Yoongi first kissed you. Mind driving you insane with being able to be with them for this entire week. All of them. It was safe to say it had gotten to you in a very obvious way.

Not one to tease, Taehyung is using his long fingers to push both your shorts and panties to the side so his fingers can press against your bare skin. A surprised gasp leaving your lips with the nudge on your clit, hips bowing toward him. He grins.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” He's a little breathless, but his fingers never falter. A single digit slipping past your folds and pushing through your walls. “Shit.” He chuckles at the enthusiastic way you nod your hand, tongue rolling over his lips before biting down. “Yeah? Gonna cum all sloppy on my tongue, baby? Let me hear you.”

At the end of his words, his thumb is pressing into your clit, rolling it around lazily as his finger moves slowly inside of you. “Y-yes-” Words breaking on a loud whine, he slows his fingers – waiting. “Wanna cum on your tongue, Tae... p-please.” Hips lifting to rock into his hand but he's pulling back, leaving you feeling empty.

It doesn't last long because he's quick with lifting your leg. Fingers wet with your arousal and wrapped around your thigh, bringing it up to his shoulder. Tae lowers himself to his knees in front of you, at the same time pushing the useless material aside before diving in.

Taehyung watches you through his long eyelashes while dragging his tongue along your folds. Always loved the way you looked when he was between your legs. The way you tried to keep your eyes open to watch him, biting your lip in an attempt to keep quiet, fingers tangling in his hair – holding him close. Hot.

Tongue dragging up to flick against your clit, Taehyung reaches for your other ankle. Lifting your leg over his shoulder so he's completely enclosed by your legs. Plush lips wrap around your bundle of nerves, sucking gently while he's pushing two fingers past your walls. 

“Oh! Tae, fuck...” Panting at this point, grip in his hair used to pull him tighter against you. His free hand reaching around to sneak underneath the hem of your shorts, palming your ass while pulling you closer. Fingers angled to brush against the sweet spot inside of you, loving the way you squirm underneath him.

Just faintly, you can see the outline of his hard cock through his shorts. Straining against the fabric begging for some attention. Having you spread out for him, hearing those pretty moans fall from your lips is enough to drive anyone mad. And it doesn't help that Tae's been waiting for this for weeks.

Sharp teeth nip at your clit just as he's pushing another finger inside of you. “Taehyung!” You're crying out, in half pleasure – but also a warning. If he continued like this you'd be cumming before even getting to feel him inside of you.

“Close, baby?” His words are delivered into your throbbing cunt, sending vibrations through your body that has your back arching. Fingers tightening in his hair as you grind your hips desperately into him.

So close you can practically taste it, no longer able to worry about not being able to feel him. Just chasing your release. A breathy chant of 'keep going' falling from your lips as you hold his head in place.

Heat spreads throughout your body, a dull ache starting in your core and spreading throughout your body. Walls clenched so tight around his fingers that it's almost hard for him to pull back, so he doesn't, instead pushes deeper – pressing all three fingers against your sweet spot. In that exact moment, his lips are wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly and you feel the band snap.

Body tightening and legs shaking as incoherent curses fall from your lips. Taehyung watches your pretty eyes roll back, head tipping too. And once he's sure you're at the peak of your climax, he's pulling his fingers from inside of you and standing to his feet. Quick with fishing his cock from inside his shorts, you just barely notice the absence before you're being filled again.

A drawn-out whine falls from your lips at the new stretch, a thick groan from his from the tight squeeze. The wetness from your release makes it easy for him to move, though and he's thankful – too eager to wait longer than a few seconds to have you.

Your fingers struggle to find something to grasp as he ruts against you in an almost brutal pace. Each snap of his hips pushing your body further up on the table, only for him to drag you back down toward him. Loud cries and incoherent sentences fall from your lips that you're sure anyone in a 50-mile radius could put together what the two of you are doing.

Taehyung loves it, though. It's like fuel to his ever-growing ego. Chants of his name falling from your pretty lips, nails clutching at the fabric of his shirt as you beg for him. Just the knowledge he's able to make someone like you, like this. Yeah, he loves it.

“Fuck. This greedy little cunt,” He nearly grunts, eyes flashing up to take in your fucked out expression. His thumb is easily finding your clit through the wet mess between your legs, rubbing it slowly. “You wanna cum again? All over my cock this time?”

A frantic bob of your head and a whiny 'please' is prompting him to reach for your hips. Easily, he's lifting your body from the table, securing your legs around his waist. His hips rut against yours with much more fervor in this standing position. And you attempt to meet his thrusts but you're so delirious that all you can manage is a lazy bounce.

Arms wrapped around his neck and face buried in the crook of his neck, your walls squeeze around him as you feel the pressure build in your stomach again. Sloppy, wet kisses sucked into his skin. Teeth scraping against the tanned flesh before you're crying out your orgasm, body shaking in his arms.

You're positive if it weren't for the rough grip he has on your ass, you'd be sprawled out on the floor from the power of it. Taehyung fucks you through the entire thing, not slowing down until he feels his own release approaching, just second after yours. Thighs tightening and thrust becoming sloppy while he pulls your body down tighter against his.

The feeling of his thick ropes of cum coating your insides has your senses waking up, that paired with the slow drag of his cock inside of you has your legs stiffening again. Hips rocking slowly against his as another tiny orgasm washes over you. So small Taehyung wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't been paying attention – but of course, he was.

“Did you just cum again?” He says with a laugh, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Lips sucked into your mouth to hide the sheepish grin that fought to take over your features. “It felt good... you cumming, inside.”

A triumphant grin takes over his features and he's leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your lips. “Let's keep it in then,” He's mumbling against your mouth and you're not sure what he means until he's pulling out – fingers quick to meet your entrance, pushing his cum back inside of you.

Body twitching with overstimulation, but you let him stuff you with his cum, not able to deny how hot it was. Especially the look of concentration on his face, careful not to miss a drop. Once he's satisfied, he's secured your shorts back in place patting his hand over your crotch playfully.

“You better keep it in there, too. Gonna fuck it out of you later,” He promises with a large grin, head tilting up to nibble at your jaw. He's got one hand resting on the curve of your ass, the other gripping your thigh. Zero plans to put you down any time soon, loving the way you're wrapped around him.

He'd stay like this with you forever if he wasn't for the distance shout he's hearing from the main house. Trying to ignore it and praying that you don't hear it, but as it grows louder your ears are perking up.

“Taehyung-ah!” It's Namjoon's voice and you're immediately pulling back when you register it. “Think Joon is looking for us,” You say through a giggle, the kisses he's leaving on your skin starting to tickle.

“He'll give up.” Tae murmurs, trailing a wet line of kisses down the length of your neck. And you almost agree with him, but you hear Namjoon call again and figure it would be best to just go see what he wants. So, despite Taehyung's reluctance, you're unwrapping your legs from around him.

“Or we can go see what's up.” Taehyung's changing his tune once he's realizing you weren't going to change yours.

His arm is easily sliding around your waist, pulling your body into his as the two of you make your way back into the main house. It's a little weird walking with his cum stuffed inside of you. Like a subtle heaviness between your legs that you just barely go without noticing. And if you moved too fast you could feel a bit of it start to trickle out, forcing you to pay much more attention to your movements than usual.

When the two of you are reaching the sliding door, it's locked. Your other six men are sat in the room, snickers falling from their lips with one look at your frazzled state and the fact that you're locked out.

“Ooh, what were you guys doing out there?” You can hear Hoseok's teasing tone through the glass. As if it weren't obvious. As if they didn't hear what you guys were doing out there.

Taehyung doesn't miss a beat, hand dropping down to grasp your ass. “Stuffed her full of my cum.” He says with a wide grin that has hollers of amusement falling from their lips. “Tae!” You're gasping, face heating up as you lift your arm to punch at his shoulder.

“What it's true?” Sparkling eyes turned to you, lips shaped in a soft pout that you'd lean up and kiss if you weren't sure it'd have a glob of his cum rolling down your leg.

Namjoon, your perfect little angel, is the one to pull the door open. And you're thanking him as you walk past, carefully taking the vacant spot beside Jungkook. “Do you really have cum in you, Noona?” He wonders. Eyes dark while a curious hand reaches to brush over the waistband of your shorts.

“Only a little bit,” Fingers lifting to just barely pinch your fingers together to show him. “Prove it,” He says with a tad bit of playfulness in his tone, tugging at your shorts just slightly. 

You have half the mind to do just that. The thought lingering in your mind long enough for both Hoseok and Yoongi to notice. Intrigued, Hobi waits to see if you'll actually do it – but Yoongi speaks up before the tension can grow any thicker.

“We're choosing rooms,” Changing the subject completely acting as if an eight-way orgy wasn't just on the table. “Oh, right!” Joon, who had been subtly watching to see if you take Kook's dare is all of a sudden the reason he had gathered everyone.

A few moments are granted for conversation to bounce around the room, choosing where they'll sleep for the next seven days. And once they've settled their arrangements, attention is back on you – but for an entirely different reason now.

“Noona can share the floating house with me,” Jungkook is saying with a wide grin, keying you in on the fact that this conversation had been going on a bit longer than you had been paying attention.

With a quick nod of your head, you're assuring the young boy that you'll share the room with him. “I figured I'd just bounce around? If you guys don't care.” Much easier that way, whoever wanted you to spend the night in the room – you would. But to keep things tidy, you'd keep your stuff in the floating house with Jungkook.

“Of course we don't care-” Jin starts, but his words are being cut off by Taehyung's haste. “My room first!” Hand raised in a cute schoolboy raised, the look that he pins you with washes all remnants of the word cute out of your mind, though. 

With a thick roll of his eyes, Namjoon's standing. “If she wants to. You choose, baby.” His attention now on you and the pet name has shivers running down your spine. There was just something about the way Joon called you 'baby' that had you keening.

He doesn't act on it, though. Not right now. And neither do you. One by one, they each break off to do their own thing until dinner time. You find yourself following Jin out to the dock after hearing he was going to fish for a little bit. You had gone on quite a few fishing trips with him, never did it but liked to keep him company when he went.

It's hard to ignore how at ease you feel here, with them. Not a single worry in mind in this secluded spot with your favorite guys. Where they're able to be themselves and be with you and be happy. Thankful that you were able to join them. And so ready to be apart of the memories this next week holds.

No matter how sticky.

- seven days in the forest spent with your seven boyfriends while they film their upcoming reality tv show. there’s no telling what the eight of you will get into when the cameras are off.

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“Please, don’t leave.”

(John Seed x Deputy Gn!Reader)

alright listen, i have so many thoughts about this fic and my own lore behind it that I'm gonna make a seperate post talking about it cuz I love the idea so much. Also, thank you all for all the love on my last John fic! I hope ya'll enjoy this one as well! (Also may or may not write a part 2 to this 👀)

Reblogs and feedback is always appreciated! <3

Summary: Before Eden's Gate got serious, there was just you and John, and he pays you a visit to offer you a proposition.

Word count: 2k

Warnings/other info: gets a little heated, nothing too crazy, reader is gender nuetral as always

“According to the cult’s leader, Joseph Seed, otherwise known as The Father, Eden’s Gate is a peaceful organization preparing for what they call ‘the collapse.’ Joseph is joined by loyal followers, as well as his brothers Jacob and John-”

You closed out of the news article with a sigh, throwing your phone on the couch as you ran a hand down your face. The Seeds. They were familiar. You had met them a few times, back when they were just a normal family and not part of some insane cult. People had the freedom to believe what they wanted but this…

You picked up your phone again, pulling the article back up and looking at the picture of the four of them together. As your eyes scanned the photo, you couldn’t help but let your gaze linger on one particular sibling, his piercing eyes staring right back at you as unease settled in your stomach. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t know John. In fact, you’d like to think you knew him pretty well. So seeing this photo and this article-

Something wet gently nudged your hand, and you looked away from your phone to see Boomer staring at you, head tilted to the side and his tail wagging excitedly. You smiled and set your phone aside, reaching out to scratch his head. You had agreed to dogsit for Rae-Rae while she was out of town for a few days, and Boomer immediately made himself at home in your small place.

“You wanna go outside, boy?”

Boomer jumped, his front paws on your knees as his tail seemed to wag faster, and he excitedly followed you as you walked to the door, running out as soon as you opened it. You watched for a moment as he rolled around in the grass and played with his toys that you had left in the yard the day before, a wide grin on your face.

Rae-Rae’s gotta leave town more often.

You made sure to only close the screen door and walked to the kitchen, checking to see if the water you left on the stove was boiling yet. You huffed, pouring in the dry noodles. You really needed to go grocery shopping soon. Surviving on buttered noodles and grilled cheese was starting to get bland.

A sudden knock on your door had your grip tightening on the spoon in your hand, and you checked the time on your stove. It was almost six. Who the hell was knocking at your door at this time? You cautiously walked over and peeked through the screen door, and your heart almost leaped out of your chest when you saw John Seed standing on the other side. Your hand scrambled for the door handle, flinging it open as John looked at you with a slightly surprised expression. He looked as if he couldn’t believe he was standing at your door, like he didn’t drive the distance from his ranch and take all the turns to get here. He looked nervous.

“John,” you breathed.

He was a bit disheveled, strands of hair hanging in his face and a dark blue knitted sweater hugging his arms. He looked so different from the picture you saw. He seemed guarded and brooding in the photo, but here with you, he looked almost vulnerable. He looked good, though. You always preferred casual John over slicked-back-hair-with-a-vest John. His gaze shifted to the plastic spoon in your hand, his lips quirking up.

“You gonna fend off your attacker with a spoon?”

You looked down at said object, letting out a weak chuckle. “Actually, I think he would do a better job of that.”

You gestured behind John, and he slightly turned to see Boomer running back towards the house at full force. He stepped back when Boomer barked at him, the dog probably wondering what this stranger was doing at your house, but you quickly shushed him as you signaled for him to follow you, leading Boomer right to his food and water. Liquid sloshed out of the sides of the bowl as he drank, and John cautiously entered your home as you turned to him.

“Yours?” he asked.

You shook your head. “Nah, Rea-Rea’s. I offered to watch him while she was gone.”

He nodded, hands in his jean pockets as he looked around your place, seemingly not knowing what to do with himself. You raised an eyebrow in suspicion. You’ve never seen John so nervous before, especially when he was only around you. When he came over, he would make himself at home, grab a drink and sit on your couch. What was with him tonight?

“Uh, you can sit down,” you said, gesturing to the couch, to which he hesitantly walked over and sat down.

You occupied the spot next to him, turning your body slightly towards him as your gaze traveled over his expression. You cursed at yourself when the thought of how pretty he was forced itself into your brain, but how were you to blame? He was pretty. With eyes you’ve seen in your dreams, and lips that once pressed so tenderly against your skin. You felt your face heat up as you recalled countless nights alone with the youngest Seed brother, his hands on your body and his head between your-

“So…”

You cleared your throat, trying not to give away your flustered state as you gave John a small smile. “Sorry. Um… Do you have something you wanna talk about? Or did you just come over to visit?”

He let out a small chuckle, reaching up to rub the back of his neck as he seemed to avoid eye contact with you. “A bit of both, I guess.”

You watched him for a moment before scoffing, shaking your head. “I know you didn’t just come over out of the blue after three months of no contact just for ‘I guess.’”

He finally managed to look at you, his guilt showing on his face as he reached out to touch you, but changed his mind at the last second.

“I know. I’m sorry, I…”

There was a beat of silence as John struggled to figure out what to say, and you reached out to take one of his hands in yours, the sudden contact clearly surprising him. If you were being honest, it shocked you, too. After going so long without touching him, the contact seemed almost foreign, but it wasn’t unwelcome. You slowly found yourself craving more.

“You can tell me what’s on your mind, John. It’s okay.”

“... You know my brother, right? Joseph?” You nodded, urging him to continue. “Then you’ve heard about Eden’s Gate.”

A sigh left you before you could stop yourself, and John’s grip on your hand immediately tightened. “John, I don’t know if I-”

“He’s not crazy. What he says, what he preaches, there’s truth to it. The end is coming, and-”

“Jesus, John,” you pulled your hand away, secretly missing his warmth, “do you hear yourself right now?”

“You don’t understand. You haven’t heard talk about what he’s seen. How the future is full of flames and death-”

“Of course it is! Listen, it’s nice that you’re supporting your brother. But I don’t need him to tell me that the world is going to end. Of course it will. And whether that’s in a ball of flames, or if the earth implodes, we’ll both be long dead before that happens.”

You smelled something strange in the air and let out a soft curse when you saw smoke coming out of your kitchen, quickly jumping off the couch to take care of your now burnt noodles. You carefully grabbed the pot with some pot holders and placed it in the sink, running the water so it would stop smoking. You looked at the shriveled noodles with a frown. Not that you were upset, you lost your appetite anyway.

“Come with me.”

You spun around, John standing a few feet away as he took a slow step towards you. You shook your head.

"What?"

"Come with me. You can come to the church and listen. And then… you can join me. Us."

You scoffed, eyes slightly widening as you searched his face. He looked completely serious, coming closer to you as you took a step back, hitting the stove handle.

"John, you know I can't."

"Why?"

"Because this is crazy! You- I can't just uproot my whole life to join your family in some insane cult!"

"It's not-!" John let out a huff, his hands turning into fists and the muscles in his jaw tensing. "Please."

Slowly shaking your head, you crossed your arms over your chest and averted your eyes, not able to take looking at John's expression. Not when he looked at you like that.

"I… I want to support you, John. I do. But what about my life? My job, my home, my friends?"

"What about me?"

Your breath hitched, John's shoes peeking into your vision, and you looked up to see him only mere inches from you, a whirlwind of emotions swirling behind his eyes. You opened your mouth as you tried to speak, but his hands suddenly reached out, gently prying your arms away from your body so he could be closer to you. He carefully held your face in his hands, like you might break if he was too rough.

"I want you to be there with me. Right by my side as we watch it all unfold." He reached down, grabbing your hand and pressing it against his chest. "I was so… empty before. But since I met you, I've felt as if I'm going to burst at the seams. You take up every part of me. Every thought, every action."

"John-"

"Please. Please, just… just say yes.”

You swallowed thickly, eyes burning as tears gathered, and you desperately tried to not let them fall. If John was anything, it was convincing. He could tell a room of fifty people that pigs flew, and they would all believe him. Of course, one look into his eyes was enough for him to have anyone’s full attention. When he opened his mouth, people wanted to listen. Maybe that’s why you wanted to believe him so bad. You wanted to throw caution to the wind and leave with him. But you couldn’t.

You sniffled, reaching up to wipe away a rogue tear. “I can’t, John. I’m sorry.”

His expression slowly fell, hand tightening around yours before he let it drop from his chest, and he took a step back, the air around you a little less suffocating. You felt your heart crack at John’s dejected look, staring off to the side, anywhere that wasn’t you.

“I think you should go,” you muttered softly, and John nodded before making his way towards the door, you following after him.

The short walk to your door felt longer than you remembered, and the view of his back made you want to reach out and grab him so he couldn’t leave. No, you didn’t really want him to go, but you were afraid you would do something you’d regret if he didn’t. But, as soon as he opened the door and began stepping out, you found yourself saying his name and grabbing his arm, gently tugging him back. When he turned to face you, whatever you wanted to say died on your lips.

Those fucking eyes.

He barely had any time to react when you grabbed the collar of his sweater and yanked him forward, noses bumping as you desperately kissed him. He reacted almost immediately, one arm circling your waist as his hand came up to cradle the back of your head, pulling you impossibly close. It was rough and needy. It wasn’t enough, though. You craved every part of him, wanted him to touch you like he had so many times before. Pulling away, you smiled when he tried to chase after you, grabbing his hand and leading him to the couch. You gently pushed him down and climbed into his lap, his hands quickly finding their home on your hips as he tugged you closer.

“Please, don’t leave,” he said, his possessive grip on you tightening.

Reaching up, your fingers gently carded though his hair, brushing it out of his face as you gave him a fond smile. “I won’t. I promise.”

Smiling up at you, John tugged you forward into another kiss, and you hummed against his lips as you pressed yourself against him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You’d deal with the consequences later.

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[ramzawrites]

I've always liked the idea of eastern dragons, long bodied and often aquatic in nature. And ever since the movie Raya and the Last Dragon came out, I've only grown more enamored with them.

Then came the idea of the Sleepy Bois with a water dragon hybrid reader. I don't know, I just thought it'd be fun to see Phil freak out about a mystical dragon hybrid, Techno chilling out with another hybrid friend, and Tommy challenging this water dragon warrior to a fight. It could just be me, but I thought it would make a fun request.

And for fun, this water dragon hybrid wields a trident for a weapon, cuz you know, ocean n stuff.

A Dragon Friend - Reader and SBI

GN

Pairings: None

Characters included: Philza, Wilbur Soot, Technoblade, Tommyinnit

Warnings: none

Series: a request :)

Summary: Wilbur brings home a new friend so his family can meet them. To Phil’s shock it is a Dragon Hybrid, just one of the rarest kind of people out there that tend to stay away from society. No big deal really. Then again of course Wilbur managed to befriend them.

Words count:

Authors Note: I am not too knowledgeable on easter Dragons so I generalized it more into the Dragons I know of, I hope this is fine :0

Wilbur threw open the gate that led into the front yard of his home.

Philza was currently kneeling in the dirt as he took care of the growing vegetables and other plants. It was his little hobby to take care of these plants, though he isn’t the only one who took care of them. Technoblade, the oldest child of his, begun taking interest in this little hobby of his as well. Though right now Philza was working alone. His clothes covered in dirt but still wearing gloves that protected his hands from it.

As he looked up, curious why suddenly the gate crashed shut, he could see an incredibly happy looking Wilbur standing in front of another teen.

He had to do a double take as he realizes who was standing next to him. Blue scales were growing along their jawline, sneaking at times into the face and going down their throat and arms. Ending at their fingertips. Philza also managed to spot unmistakably gills at the side of their throat, now closed shut due to them being in the air.

Though the thing that was probably the biggest give away to their nature was the long, elegant tail behind their legs. Swishing around nervously in the air. It was mesmerizing to see the scales moving around and glinting in the sun.

On their back was a shining and sharp looking Trident. The bright and colorful shine alone gave him idea enough of how incredibly well enchanted the weapon must be.

Philza threw his gloves off and walked closer to Wilbur, his face contorted into a mix of shock and worry while Wilbur looked like he just had the best day in a long while. For some reason he couldn’t help but suspect that Wilbur must have done something.

“Hey, dad! I wanna show you my new friend!”

“Friend? What do you mean friend?”

He needed to know more. During his travels he has only met a few Dragon Hybrids since they liked to keep to themselves. It was rare to meet one and he was pretty sure it was near to impossible to get them to leave their clan to follow someone else around like this. Knowing Wilbur something must have happened, then again, he was quite charismatic and has surprised Philza before with his people skills.

Wilbur nodded enthusiastically “Yes! This is Y/N and they are my cool friend! We met a few weeks ago.”

Well, that explained why he suddenly visited the ocean so often.

Y/N took a step forward and gave Phil a quick nod as a greeting “Hello, I hope this isn’t a bad time. Wilbur just told me so much about his family that I couldn’t help but be curious. He just wanted to help me satisfy my own curiosity towards people on the outside.”

And here was the explanation why they just followed Wilbur like this. They were curios and not afraid enough to follow up on it.

“Ah, okay. It’s, uh, fine. My name is Philza. Nice to meet you Y/N.”

It was obvious that Phil was still trying to wrap his head around this situation. It just kind of felt unreal and yet it just made sense. This family and the world were already so Ender damned weird, this might as well happen.

Wilbur didn’t seem to be bothered by his father’s clear confusion “Where are Techno and Tommy, by the way? Are they home?”

Phil slowly nodded “Yeah. Both should be in the house.”

“Thanks, Dad. Let’s go Y/N! You have to meet my brothers as well!”

He then grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled them along towards the old but sturdy wooden door that led into their home.

Before Wilbur could open it though Phil yelled out one more thing towards Y/N “If any of my sons are too much or just generally annoying don’t hesitate to get me, I also give you full permission to just tell them off.”

Y/N couldn’t give him an answer though since Wilbur just opened up the door and dragged them in but at this point they were used to Wilbur and taking the charge like this at times so all they did was follow along.

“Your father seems nice, even if a bit sur-“ but Y/N couldn’t finish the sentence. Wilbur pressed his finger against his lips, giving them the sign to be quiet. They were confused but begun following Wilbur as he slowly opened up a door to what Y/N assumed to be the living room.

In the middle of a couch, with his back turned towards the door, sat another teenager with pink hair and pink ears poking out of it.

They might have never met him, but Y/N could immediately tell that this must be Technoblade. The older one between the twins. Even if only by two minutes according to Wil.

Now, Y/N was very interested in meeting Technoblade as well since he too was a Hybrid and they had only been in contact with fellow Dragon Hybrids.

Though right now, Y/N was just watching.

Watching Wilbur who was sneaking up on his brother. His hands out, obviously he planned on somehow scaring him by suddenly touching his shoulder. And just as he got close enough to slam his hands down, Techno loudly shut his book.

The next thing Y/N heard was a bang and saw that Wilbur sank down to the ground, holding his nose and crying out in pain. Techno’s hand with the book in the air.

He slammed the book into Wilbur’s face.

Y/N let out a chuckle but more out of surprise than anything. They knew from Wilbur that Techno was an incredible fighter and had amazing reflexes but somehow they didn’t expect this.

“What the hell, Y/N. Here I am on the ground dying and all you do is laugh?”

They just rolled their eyes and helped Wilbur back up. His nose was a bit red but nothing more, he probably reacted more out of shock than anything.

Technoblade stood up with a sigh and turned around “You really think I couldn’t hear you? I knew as soon as I heard your sneaking steps what you were planning, nerd.”

With Techno now turned around Y/N couldn’t help but be amazed by his Hybrid features. Two huge tusk decorated his face, bristle like fur growing along his arms and now they could see that the ears were definitely that of a pig.

As Y/N stared at him and Wilbur was still cursing his brother out, Techno noticed how Y/N’s gaze was transfixed on him in awe.

He raised one of his eyebrows “Uh, hi?”

Y/N’s eyes widened “Oh! Sorry! My name is Y/N! Wilbur was so nice to show me around since I usually stay with my own clan.”

His own gaze fell then onto his brother who just nodded to show that this was indeed the truth “Mhm, yeah. Pretty much, also, I was so quiet! How did you hear me?”

As an answer Techno just pointed at one of his animal ears “I have better hearing, remember?”

Wilbur scoffed “Yeah, yeah. You are so much better than us. Better hearing, better nose and even better eyes, but we non-Hybrids are pretty cool too.” He then looked at Y/N expectantly as if to wait for them to support his statement.

But Y/N just squinted their eyes and took a good second to stare Wilbur down “Are you- You know who you are talking to, right? I can breathe under water, my eyes are better as well and I have a Ender damned tail.”

“Okay, maybe I talked to the wrong person.” He admitted.

Techno chuckled and moved next to Y/N and held his hand up, palm towards them. It took them a small moment to understand but their own palm soon clapped together with Techno’s.

“Hybrid Buddies?” he asked.

“Hybrid Buddies.” Y/N confirmed.

They might only really know Techno now for about a minute, but they could tell he mostly did this to infuriate Wilbur even more.

Wilbur just sighed and cupped his hands around his mouth “Tommy? Get to the living room for a sec!”

“Oh, are you getting backup?” Techno mused.

At this point Wilbur just looked unamused, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he waited for the youngest brother to react.

The sudden sound of rumbling and loud steps from above seemed to be this answer.

“What do you want Wil! I was working on something! Wait, who is that?” Tommy begun yelling out as soon as he arrived at the stairs only to stop once he walked into the room properly to see Y/N who greeted him with a little wave.

“This is Y/N. I met them a while ago and wanted to show them where we live.” Wilbur put his arm around his younger brother as he begun explaining.

Tommy seemed to be incredibly confused but nonetheless intrigued. His eyes darting from Y/N to Wilbur and only for a split second jumping to Techno “Okay? Hello, Y/N. I’m Tommy.” He then squirmed away from beneath Wilbur’s arm, taking a closer look at them “Woah! What are you? You look awesome! Is that a trident? I thought they were super rare! It’s also enchanted! I mean… you seem to be alright, I guess.”

Y/N laughed, more at the reactions of both Wilbur and Techno who seemed to grow incredibly tired as Tommy went along with his usual spiel “Oh! I’m a Water Dragon Hybrid! Also, yeah, I got that trident from my parents as a way to protect myself. We primarily live in or close of water, so, tridents are incredibly useful to us. Also, they mean a lot to us as well.”

They then got the trident off their back to let Tommy have a better look at it. He looked awestruck. Not only at the revelation that Y/N was a Dragon Hybrid but that weapon seemed to really have enamored him somehow.

A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes as he looked back up “This is cool but nothing against me and my sword.”

Technoblade seemed to be bewildered at that “You just have an iron sword what are you talking about?”

But Wilbur put his hand on Techno’s shoulder “No, no. Let him. Let’s just watch.” It was clearly Wilbur’s chaos was getting the better of him and Techno was too tired to deal with that.

“Your sword? Are you sure? Even if you have an enchanted iron sword, I’m pretty sure it would be nothing against a trident, especially since I am very well trained with this weapon.” Y/N seemed almost smug.

Tommy puffed up his chest and placed his hands at his sides “But my father is the one and only Philza and he taught me everything! There is no way you even stand a chance against me! Fight me and I’ll prove it to you!”

Y/N rolled their shoulders “Okay, little one, let’s get outside and fight! I’ll show you.”

“Little one? Little one?!” Tommy repeated flabbergasted. How dare they call him little.

The sound of the closing front door rung out through the house which was soon followed by an annoyed groan “I swear by Ender. I leave you alone for a few minutes and I already hear Tommy screaming about wanting to fight our guest. Amazing first impression for Y/N.”

He appeared at the door, gloves still on this time. His expression pulled down into a strict frown as he looked around at the scene in front of him.

Both Tommy and Y/N were standing in the middle of the room, turned towards each other due to their bickering while Techno and Wilbur stood to the side. Techno had a skeptical look about him while Wilbur couldn’t help but smirk at the argument of the two.

He purposefully didn’t say it, but Y/N was being trained as a full-fledged warrior of their clan. It was their job to keep off mobs and unwanted guests away from their family. Tommy would have no chance against them, but he couldn’t help but still wanting to see it. Besides Y/N wouldn’t seriously hurt him.

Honestly if anything Wilbur really wanted to see Techno and Y/N fight. In Wilbur’s eyes Techno was definitely the best fighter he knew but Y/N was a close second and while he couldn’t understand it, he also knew that those two would probably bond over fighting each other.

Tommy pointed at Y/N “Well, they started it! Just strutting in here with a weapon! I have to protect our home!”

Philza shook his head, already done with his mischief “Is that right?” He directed that question towards the other teens.

Wilbur just continued smiling while Y/N and Techno just shook their heads.

“Alright. Tommy, stop lying and no fighting. How about you guys just help me make food, at least then I know what you guys are up to.”

This seemed to pull Wilbur back out of his chaotic loving thoughts “Oh! That reminds me! Can we make cookies? Y/N never had any.”

Even Techno, who acted calm and collected, looked shocked towards Y/N. They lived for this long with never eating any cookies? Now that just seemed wrong.

“Sure. Let’s make some cookies then. Is that alright Y/N?”

Y/N’s eyes widened “Oh? Uh, yes! I would love to! It seems to be a big thing that I never had any so I really want to try them!”

Excited Tommy threw his arms in the air “Cookies!”

Laughing at his little brothers’ antics, Wilbur joined in and cheered as well “Cookies!” He then followed said brother and his father out the living room and into the kitchen. Leaving Y/N and Techno behind.

While Y/N was excited as well they were still a bit overwhelmed with this sudden reaction right after being threatened by Tommy. Techno seemed to notice this and put one of his hands on their shoulder “Don’t worry too much about what Tommy said. He was seriously impressed by you, but he unfortunately has an incredibly huge ego with nothing to back it, hence the insults and threats. So don’t worry too much about it. Wilbur seems to really enjoy your company and I too think you are… interesting company. Yes, let’s say that. If you are really such a great fighter, we definitely have to spar at some point though. I rarely get the chance to test my skills against other people besides my family and mobs.”

“I would love that.”

“Nice. Let’s join the others. Seriously, you have never eaten any cookies? How is that possible?”

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[metalbuckaroo]

ALRIGHT! YOU WANTED AN AU THAT YOU HAVEN'T DONE YET AND I AM HERE TO PROVIDE! HOW ABOUT A LITTLE HORROR AU WITH BUCKY?!?

Got some prompts for ya, love!

“this is the opposite of what i told you to do.”

“did i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?” <-thought maybe you could do this one if they're hiding in a small space together 👀🥴

“that was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

Don't Listen

Summary// A cry for help has you stopping the car to check it out

Warnings// Usual horror movie warnings, mentions of violence, guns, weapons, injury, nightmares and death, could possibly be considered dark since it's horror movie themed (just in case I did tag it dark) there's a tinge of fluff in there, cursing.

AU// Horror Movie!AU x Cop!Bucky x Reader

Note// this was a lot of fun to write and I'm soooo happy that you had this idea 🥺 as always, requests and asks are open. Though this doesn't include smut, 18+ only

Masterlist

Moodboars by: @commonintrest

Just like every other Friday night after Bucky's shift, he took you with him on a drive on a backroad. The same back road as always, one that wound around and had houses that were a mile or more apart.

Windows down and light music playing to unwind from the long work week both of you dealt with.

"Wait-wait-" You grabbed Bucky's arm to stop him from pulling away from the stop sign. "What?" He sighed, looking over at you. "Did you hear that?"

Bucky nearly stopped breathing to stay quiet enough to hear what you were talking about, the only sound he could hear being the quiet music from the speakers and soft mechanical whirring of his left arm.

You could've swore you heard a woman's voice screaming from the abandoned house you drove by every week. The one that looked to, at one point in time, doubled as a junk yard from the rusted out cars that littered the back and front yard, along with the tree line in the back of the house.

He shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows at you. "I don't hear anything." He shrugged. You still didn't move your hand, listening intently.

Bucky nearly choked on his own spit when you suddenly got out of the car, making your way up the walkway to the run down house.

"Godda- what the hell are you doing?!" He barked after you, jamming the car in park and opening the glove compartment for his gun.

"How could you not hear that?" You huffed, trying to peak in the cracks of the boarded windows as Bucky secured his gun into the holster on his belt. "You going crazy on me? It's an abandoned house, babygirl." He said, gently gripping your wrist in the metal of his left hand.

"Then you won't mind going in to check it out, Deputy Barnes." You sassed, poking a finger into his chest at his title.

Bucky rolled his eyes, going to the door to twist the handle open; knowing it'd be useless to argue with you.

The house was completely dark, Bucky clicking on his flashlight to peer around the living room at the old, torn up furniture that was covered in dust and dirt.

He exhaled and turned back to you, seeing you chewing on your bottom lip. "See? It's just an old, vacant house." He assured, getting ignored as you pushed pass him. "Yeah, yeah." You dismissed, taking his flashlight to look for yourself.

Bucky followed close behind as you went towards the kitchen, different types of bugs and rats scattering when the light would land on them.

"C'mon, back in the car. Need to get ya home." He went to grab your arm again and you moved away to a door that was cracked open, a dim light peaking through. "Hey-" He let out an aggravated groan and followed you down the stairs that the door led to.

"This is the opposite of what I told you to do." He snapped, looking at your completely froze form at the bottom of the stairs.

When he reached the bottom, he looked into the lit room. Everything was completely new, stainless steel tables, glossy, concrete floors and plastic sheets on the walls.

"What the fuck..." Bucky grumbled, walking further into the room. There were different hallways, meaning the bottom of the house stretched much farther than the main part.

He looked over to your wide-eyed face, nudging your arm. "Go back to the car." He said softly, stepping further into the room. "What? No, I'm going with you." You said, furrowinf your eyebrows at him.

"You really are going crazy." He huffed, going to one of the hallways, your footsteps following close behind. "Are you still hearing- whatever it was you were hearing?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at you.

"No, but that doesn't mean that nobody is down here."

Peaking one of the doors halfway down the hall open, there was a dark closet on the other side; Bucky opening the door more to flick on the light. "Nothing." He exhaled, looking behind the door.

A sudden slam of a door made you suck in a sharp breath and grip onto Bucky's sturdy metal arm; both of you standing completely still.

A tall, slender man covered in blood stood by one of the sets of metal drawers, pulling out different sharp instruments and whistling an upbeat tune as Bucky shoved you into the closet with him. Shutting the door as quiet as possible.

"Shit..." He cursed under his breath, pressing the heel of his right palm into his forehead. "What are we gonna do?"

Bucky huffed a breath at your question and shook his head. "I don't know." He mumbled, looking at your scared expression. "You're the one with a metal arm and gun. Fucking do something." You blabbered before his hand clamped over your mouth.

"Shut the hell up, you're gonna get us killed." He hissed, staring down at you for a moment as he listened for any movement. "Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?" He said, squinting at you.

You swatted at his hand and huffed a breath. "Now is not the time." You mumbled, raking a hand through your hair to help think of how to get out of this situation. "This was, by far, the stupidest thing you've ever done." Bucky snapped in a hushed voice, cracking the door open so he could peak out.

"Do you see him?" Bucky nodded his head at your question, hand on the handle of his gun again, just in case as he shut the door again. "All of these hallways, there has to be another way out." He sighed, rubbing his metallic hand down his face.

"Maybe we can make a break for it down the hallway while he's not looking?" You shrugged, the nervous look on Bucky's face making you worry more and more. "No, that's a terrible idea."

The woman's voice you heard earlier echoed into the room, making you grab for the door handle. "What are you doing?" Bucky said in a whispered yell. "I hear someone, they need help, Buck." You choked out, trying to keep your voice quiet as you pulled at his metal hand that held the door shut.

The cry for help was close to driving you crazy, echoing into your ears as you pulled harder on his arm. How could he not hear it? It was so loud, the woman might as well have been in the room with you.

"Hey, sweetheart. C'mere." Bucky cooed, grabbing both of your hands in his left hand, his right lifting to hold your chin. "Don't listen to it. Okay? Don't listen to it." He muttered, trying to soothe your fidgety form. "Bucky, there's someone else down-"

The grip on your hands tightened when you tried to jerk them away from him. "We'll deal with it when we get outta here. Can't do anything if we're dead." He said through gritted teeth.

You were starting to panic more. Trapped in the basement of some house, no way to get to the phones or the car that was still parked at the side of the road outside.

"This is my fault, I should've never got out of the car. I'm so sorry, Bucky. I'm sorry." Bucky had to think fast to silence your quiet crying and apologies; to find a moment to think.

His lips found yours for a brief moment, making you turn your head to break away. "You idiot, this is not the time for that." You huffed, Bucky's hands going to the sides of your face.

If this was the last bit of time he had he needed you to know. "Sweetheart, listen to me. I love you, I never told you before because I'm a fucking idiot. But, I love you." He said quietly, steel blue eyes dancing back and forth as tears welled in your eyes.

"We're gonna die aren't we?" Your shaky voice broke his heart. He shook his head, looking down at you. "No, no. I promise, I won't let anything happen to you. I swear, I wont."

"What the hell do we do?" You exhaled, pressing the heels of your palms to your eyesockets. "I... I'm going to do something and I need you to run. As fast as you can, up the stairs. Don't worry about me. Okay? Just fucking run until you get to the car, get in and drive. I'll be fine."

It was finally your turn to look at him like he'd lost his mind. "You're fucking stupid if you think I'm leaving y-"

Bucky's hand left hand clamped over your mouth again when heavy footsteps started down the hallway, free hand clicking the light off.

You squeezed your eyes shut as the footsteps got closer, waiting for the moment the door was jerked open and all of it would be over, with so much that was left unsaid.

You let out a breath that had been trapped in your lungs when the footsteps passed the door, Bucky leaning to talk as quiet as he could in your ear. "You have to. Go to the station, a neighbors, anything. Just get out."

You nodded in agreement and he lowered his hand, taking his gun from the holster and opening the door.

Your heart pounded in your ears as he stepped into the hallway cautiously, gesturing for you to come out. "Straight to the car and drive away." He ordered, a loud slam of a door making both of you look back down the hallway.

"Bucky-" You started, going to grab his arm before he aimed at the lanky figured at the end of the hallway.

A single shot was let off, going straight into the man's chest; but he still didn't stop his long strides towards the two of you. "You can't escape." His ominous voice chuckled, echoing against the walls.

Bucky swallowed thickly and aimed again, firing each round into the sinister form before shoving the firearm back into it's designated spot and grabbing your shoulders. "Run."

Your eyes tore away from the menacing saunter the man kept as you darted towards the end of the hall where the large room started; Bucky following.

A loud, heart wrenching scream made your stomach churn, looking behind you to see the man pulling a knife from Bucky's side. You froze, not sure if you should try to help Bucky, or run for help as he grew closer to you.

A shake of Bucky's head as he fumbled back to his feet sent you up the stairs, a hand wrapping around your ankle and jerking your leg from under you; your chin smacking one of the wooden stairs making you whimper.

You blinked away the fuzzy feeling in your vision and gripped onto the splintering wood, pulling your body forward as you brought your knee up and rammed the bottom of your foot into his face; getting out of his grip long enough to climb the last of the stairs.

Jerking the front door open, you stumbled off the porch and down the driveway. The car was right there, nearly in your reach as your legs worked fast to carry you closer to it.

The keys were still in the ignition, but the engine wouldn't turn over; the starter clicking again and again as you sobbed and screamed for it to start.

Pounding on the steering wheel; you cursed and screamed before you gripped it as you took a deep, shaky breath, looking to where the two phones once sat in the cubby hole under the stereo. "Fuck!" You cried, pulling yourself from the car.

The front door was jerked open again, making you stop in your tracks and look to who it was.

"Buck-" you felt a tinge of relief paint over the fear that surged your veins, his once neat, clean uniform shirt now torn on his side and blood soaked. "Go! The woods! Go!" He barked, making his way down the broken down porch steps as fast as he could to follow behind you.

Lungs burning, tears streaking your face in fear for your best friend and legs threatening to give out each time your feet pounded against the dirt, you glanced over your shoulder to see where Bucky went; arms suddenly encasing your mid-section and pulling you to a near by tree.

A scream tried to rip from your chest, the familiar coolness of metal clasping over your lips stopping it. "Shhh!" Bucky hissed, bruises blooming on his face and blood coating his teeth from the cut on his lip.

Breathing heavily through your nose, you let your eyes close. The thundering of your heart making it hard to hear anything. "There's a neighboring house just outside the treeline. You can make it there." He said once he was sure there wasn't anyone close by.

"What about you?" You said once he moved his hand, voice shaky and hoarse from how raw your throat felt. "I'm gonna try. C'mon."

He pulled you along behind him, feet moving fast over logs and vines that littered the ground.

Bucky suddenly stopped, tugging you to go infront of him and urging you faster; the break in the woods getting closer and closer, finally walking into the neighboring yard.

A middle aged man answered your frantic knocking, shock and fear etching across his face at the sight on his front porch. "Deputy James Barnes, we need to use your phone." Bucky said holding his badge up.

A simple nod and he moved aside to let the two of you in; locking all of the locks on his door before going to where his home phone sat. "Honey! Can I get some help down here?! Sit down, my wife is a nurse, let her look at that." The man said, handing Bucky the phone and gesturing to one of the dining chairs.

"Are you okay? Do you need some water?" He asked, reaching a hand towards you. "Yes, please." You croaked out, still on edge that the man could come through the door at any moment.

"Oh, my god." A woman gasped from the bottom of the stairs. "What happened to the two of you?"

"Long story." Bucky groaned, letting her lift his uniform shirt to inspect the gash on his side. "I'm calling it in, we'll be outta here soon. Okay, sugar?" The promising look in Bucky's eyes added hope back into your heart. "Yeah."

Soon, ambulances and patrol cars filled the road, Bucky insisting on going with Steve and Sam to search the perimeter again; no matter how many times you protested. Only getting promises that it'd be fine as the paramedics ushered you to the ambulance.

Every second felt like an hour as you waited for the three men to appear back from the woods, Bucky limping this time as he walked to stand in front of you.

"Are you okay?" You said, lifting your hands to his blood and dirt covered cheeks, seeing him wince slightly. "I'm fine, we're fine." He said, giving a light smile and taking your hands in his, holding them to his chest. "You're staying with me tonight. Alright, babygirl?"

You gave a soft nod, pressing a tender kiss to his busted bottom lip before leaning your forehead against his. "'M so tired." You sighed, Bucky's hands moving to massage the tops of your sore thighs. "Can stay as long as you want and need."

______________

Two weeks passed, you still hadn't left Bucky's apartment to stay in your own. Every time you slept you could hear the woman's voice that hadn't been found; Bucky being right next to you when you'd force yourself awake seemed to help.

He never mentioned the incident after all of the reports and paperwork had been finished, he didn't want to bring back any memories you had managed to lock away.

But, he was worried, it affected you a lot more than it did him and it scared him. He watched you scrub the clothes from that night so many times before just throwing them away.

He didn't want you to leave the safety of his apartment or his bed for your own. It was the only thing to ease the constant uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Bucky saw the pained look on your face everytime you'd see the crooked scar on his side, it was completely different than the loving way you'd look at the one on his shoulder. So, when you'd trace it with your fingertips he'd always make it a point to tell you it wasn't your fault and how much he loved you.

He swore to himself that nothing would be left unspoken again.

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[ohheyitsokay]

out or in

this takes place in my ‘poly frontier’ universe

pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller, Santiago “Pope” Garcia, Francisco “Catfish” Morales, Ben “Benny” Miller and a female reader 

wordcount: 2.5k

warnings: all fics in this series are 18+, poly relationship domestic, romantic, and sexual intimacy. strong language, both implications of sex and brief explicit sexual content, mostly fluff

summary: a collection of moments about always choosing the ones we love

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It’s a romantic little outing – a walk to the park, flowers tucked behind ears, a gazebo by the pond. Santiago looks good with flowers in his curls, and they stick well. He’s got that look in his eyes, the one that says he thinks of the two of you hung the stars, and his broad shoulders look void of weight in the evening sun.

Will can’t keep his hands off of you, which is strange, but not unwelcome. He keeps running his hand through your hair or pulling you into sudden hugs, and it makes Santi smile.

The three of you are waiting for Frankie and Ben to come, settling into the white benches and enjoying the dappled lighting that sways with the vines overhead. Your Ironhead practically pulls you into his lap as your other lover goes in search of ducklings. Watching him, Will kisses your temple, your cheek, the side of your neck.

You close your eyes, just for a moment. It’s mandatory, really, because these moments are few and far between. Soft noises from the nature around you, smells of flowers and the musk of your lover, and most of all, his open affection. When was the last time his confidence overrode his calculating brain?

When you open them again, a woman is walking by, chattering on her phone, and her heels slow when she catches sight of Santi.

The pillars of the gazebo shroud you from her, and Will holds you tight as you watch her hang up, a twitch in her hips. You miss her greeting, but not the way Santi turns towards her, his face polite and neutral.

“I’m just here with them,” he waves and points, and you see an incorrect realization on her face as she glances shrewdly. The two of you are wrapped up in each other, his hands wandering even still – she thinks she knows.

“So you’re the third wheel?” the woman all but purrs, eyes fluttering in a way that makes you roll your own. So fixed is she on the warm tone of his skin and the stubble across his jaw, that she misses both the darkness of his eyes, and approaching footsteps.

“Not at all,” his words are simple and you grin.

“Like hell you aren’t,” Benny says, slipping an arm around his Pope. They came up less than quietly, watching without your patient interest. Will huff’s a laugh, almost proud at the kiss and raised eyebrow his brother gives the woman, who’s stepping back, suddenly uncertain.

She turns to Frankie, mistakes his soft edges for vulnerability, and changes targets. Hes handsome as a warm fall walk, and she drinks him in. All shy backtracking and twirls of hair, she reaches for his arm, playing all the right cards for sympathy.

But his eyes, deep and brown are unwavering as he shifts away. You see his mouth move – a quiet nope, with a p that pops, and the both you and Ironhead shake with silent laughter.

No one explains as she sputters and spins, trying helplessly to say have a good day, and as she near runs away and you feel a little guilty.

Mostly, though, you feel lucky as you see your eager boys making their way over and loved as they’re already reaching for you.

“That was fun,” Will pulls Frankie close to replace your warmth. Arms around Santi's neck you laugh again, feeling matching rumbles at your front and back.

“We should go out more often,” Benny says, resting his chin atop your head. You can hear the mirth in his voice, but of all of them, he thrives in awkwardness the best.

“Great idea, Ben.” Frankie doesn’t even have to roll his eyes.

“It’s fun confusing people,” the blonde defends, pulling back to flap a hand. Of course he thinks so, and of course Catfish disagrees.

“As long as the people who aren’t confused are us,” Will catches Santi's eye, and you feel him rumble again, squeezing you.

“I agree.”

-

Will walks in to see you completely on top of Frankie, sleeping against his chest. It’s a welcome sight, after a long, long week, and his layers shed as Frankie beams at him. The smile is void of gloating or even teasing, filled only with a hard earned joy. He loves the moments you crash into him, drawing out the weight on his mind and replacing it with you.

“That seems a little selfish,” his watcher teases, his deep, dry voice making you stir a little.

Frankie pulls an understanding face and shifts, letting you slide between him and the back of the couch, opening up for the other man. Your eye peaks open long enough to see Will’s smile, before you feel him, warm and close.

He’s taller, but it’s a practiced fit, and the couch was bought specifically for all of their width and height.

The man beneath you let’s out a groaning breath, like the weight of one of his loves hadn’t been quite enough. Silence fills the air, thick and warm as cocoa on a chilly evening, the three of you taking slow, indulgent sips. Hands rub shoulders and slide over unwinding muscles before they still, thankful for the heartbeats just beneath the surface.

And then the moment slides away, as Frankie remembers a story from work – his excitement is contagious. His deep eyes are bright, the lilt of his voice exaggerated by the animation that fills him head to toe, and you climb over them to find a glass of water. You'd already heard the story, and you need to wake up for the evening.

Santi’s in the kitchen, shrugging off his jacket, and hes pulling you by the hip into his arms. His skin is cool from their air outside, and he seeks your warmth with playful pleading, rubbing his nose along your cheek, your neck, and blowing puffs into your hair. The squeaks you make only spur him, happy kisses following the pre-made path, and he laughs, really laughs, for no real reason.

“Come,” he says, after finding your lips once more, “it’s almost time.” And you wake fully, checking the clock. He’s right, and both of you rush back to the others.

Ben’s fight is on the screen, and your boys are sitting, telling you for the thousandth time how rude it is that they cut off spectators.

“I know, I know,” you shush Will with your mouth, a chaste, chiding kiss, and he softens, pulling you back down. The sleepy satisfaction is long gone, dissipated by his talk with Frankie, and their inevitable excitement as they traded bits of wisdom. Now, it’s time to watch his brother, and to feel the bones in your hand creak as Frankie winces at every punch.

The fight is a short one, and you’re almost glad you didn’t drive an hour for it – your sweet Benny hardly gives the other guy a chance. He blows a kiss at the camera, and Santi says, “Mine,” before sticking his tongue out.

“How do you know?” Frankie protests, reaching over to smack him.

“Hush, he’ll call in just a minute,” you scold, snipping a budding argument, and rolling your eyes. “You can ask him then, if you want.”

You were right – and he called you, probably well aware of the bickering he caused. Speakerphone is mandatory, as deep voices shout their approval.

“The kiss was for all of you,” he says. “Minus Will.” He rolls his eyes, as Frankie makes a triumphant noise.

Over the responsive banter you change the topic.

“How soon will you be home?”

“Why baby, the whole crew there, and you still miss me?” Tonight’s win had gone straight to his head.

Will appears behind you, rumbling, his hand sliding up you shirt in a single, fluid motion.

“Watch yourself,” he said, loud enough for the phone to catch it. “I’d say we’re doing just-"

“- Fine,” the others catch his drift, lowered eyelids and knowing smirks making their way around. Just as fluid, Frankie pulls at you, settling your core over his thigh, his dark eyes asking for permission. Denying him is unfathomable – their touches already perfectly placed and hot.

The gasp leaves your lips before you even think to stop it.

“Fuck,” Benny’s voice is lower, even through the phone. “Don’t you dare!” The command falls flat, his damage done. Bra shoved away, Will rolls a nipple between his fingers as Santi’s hand palms you through the fabric as best he can, always eager to join the torture.

“Hurry up then,” he adds, watching you grind and melt beneath them, knowing the other man is already regretting his words.

“No fair!” you hear the slam of his locker and grin, already too far gone to stop their antics.

Frankie coaxes you off his thigh, hands busy as he began to rid your of your clothes. You’re slick with want, holding whatever you can brace yourself against, as they lovingly remind him what he’s missing.

“Would you rather we let you listen, hot shot?” it’s both a taunt and an offer, and you see wide eyes and feel eager twitches.

There was a moment of silence, before Benny’s curse cracks into the air, needy and nearly breathless.

And you’re suddenly glad you got a nap in earlier. If the last five minutes are any indication, it’s going to be a long night.

-

“No, but thanks for checking again,” you say, trying not to sound sarcastic. Benny is using his best puppy eyes, even pulling down the thick scarf his mama gave him to pout at you.

“But I made us the coolest fort, you said so yourself!”

“My love, it’s cold.” You respond, kissing his surprisingly warm cheek. “The others have already tried.”

You wave at Will over his shoulder as he packs yet another snowball for their war. A hit to the back of the head is a fitting distraction, and Ben kisses you quickly before he runs off to his corner of the yard.

And as much fun as it could be to watch, you close the door to the freezing air, knowing if you don’t, the next one will be coming for you.

You end up by the window, catching glimpses through the thick white frost, as you Google new winter recipes. And you’re thoroughly wrapped up in a distraction when a hand slips into yours

“Oh, hello,” you grab at it, trying to warm the fingers between your palms. “Too cold for Catfish?”

He nods, sighing as you try to thaw him.

“Come,” you say, leading him to the kitchen. He’s like a bear, lumbering after you, thickened with winter layers, but with meek obedience and eyes filled with adoration.

“Cocoa, love?” it’s hardly a question.

“Please, Frankie?” He kisses you in confirmation, seemingly growing even lager as he glows with pride. No recipe you’ve ever found gets the spices as perfect as he can, and it’s his joy to brew if for you all.

Before, though he turns the kettle on, heating water for the bottles, knowing any moment what will happen. And he’s never wrong. The door opens with a gust of chill wind, making snowflakes cling to their winter beards.

Just as the hot water bags are filled, and the rest finds its way into a footpan, Santi trudges through the door, huffing with laughter but with spikes of pain shooting from his knees. You help him settle into cushions, resting his joints, as Will and Benny tumble in, shedding soaking layers and telling you the final battle.

Passing out steaming mugs you kiss their cheeks and they know the truth – adventures should be taken and fun should be had, but nowhere was better than right here with you.

-

It happens rarely: waking up perfectly encompassed by your loves. Someone’s elbow was always poking or beard would tickle, and the first to wake would inevitably wiggle and jostle limbs.

But when it does, it’s bliss.

Your tucked into Will’s side – his beard is soft and smells like books and clean linens and the way it feels when rain pours down after weeks of drought.

Frankie is behind him, pressing close, and Santi is near a second skin, he’s sandwiched you so tightly. You can the shape of Benny beyond Frankie's fluff of hair, and for once, you don’t feel the need to move. Deep breathes a contented mid-dream murmurs push away the reminder that one of you must leave – a least for long moments.

But then you notice the pace of the heart beneath your hand, and prepare yourself for the rub of his jaw along his temple. Your Will would never risk the movement of kissing you before he knew you were awake.

“Good morning,” your voice is barely audible, just for him.

“I love you,” his response is just as quiet, but equally filled with love.

Neither of you says anything else, just shifting ever-so-slightly to kiss each other, unable to resist. Then you settle again, cherishing the squeezes and pacified rumbles, and dreaming of drifting off again.

You know he won’t - can’t, with a stupid Saturday meeting on it’s way, but you wish he would. All of you hate when he’s robbed like this, hate that he has to count down the minutes and then untangle himself and climb away. Feeling his heart race pick up again, you know he’s anxious. It goes against his nature to disturb, to break a perfect moment.

“Stop thinking so loud.” Benny groans, quiet, but not quite so in-control. “Here.”

He flops, pawing the end table before finding Will’s phone and tossing it to him, before settling forward against Frankie again. The whole time his eyes barely opened more than a hair, awake exclusively for the greater good.

A small, conflicted noise grumbles in Will’s throat, but then, to your amazement, he frees a hand and begins to draft an excuse.

“Tell them it could be an email,” Santi’s voice is thick with sleep.

“Because it could be,” Frankie adds, reaching for the phone. His eyes are puffy, wincing at the brightness, but if Will doesn’t call off the meeting, someone has to. Huffing, the man beneath you snatches it back, making incomprehensible comments about how he’s the only one who knows what to say.

You shift to kiss him again, shocked in spite of yourself. All this time, he’s never called in sick, no matter how deeply he’s been tempted. But more proud than anything.

It’s a perfect morning – too good to spoil. He sends it and tosses his phone, satisfied sighs and sleepy high fives making him chuckle. And you pull the blankets back in place, tucking in the joy for a few hours more.

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