#it radiates strong 'god i wish that were me' energy

[sweetandscarlet]

unrequited love | pt 2

notes: merry christmas to everyone who celebrates ! ! here’s my gift from me to you and i’ll be posting a part 3 soon :) pls read pt 1 first if you haven’t already :)

warnings: 18+, stepmom!wanda, stepdaughter!reader, cheating, mommy kink, mentions of cunnilingus, dirty talk, reader radiating major simp energy, age gap (of course). minors DNI!

words: 2.1k

the silence was deafening, the air thick with tension and as wanda retreated slightly from her position next to you, it made you want to curl up in a ball and cry, or better yet have the ground swallow you whole.

regret and embarrassment were all you could feel right now and as it settled deep in the pit of your stomach, you placed the empty wine glass on the table in front of you before moving to stand up.

"wait" wanda broke the silence as she uttered the word, her hand now grasped around your wrist and effectively pulling you back down on your seat. "just.. don't leave, let me- let me think for a moment"

you remained in your seat, waiting ever so patiently for the redhead to eventually shoot you down, to tell you that it will never happen and that she's just going to forget this conversation ever took place.

you looked down at your hands, twiddling your fingers mindlessly and decided you should just beat her to the punch. "let's- can we just forget i said that and go back to watching your tv show?"

whatever wanda was thinking was a mystery. the woman showed no sign of emotion on her face as she sat still, deep in thought.

"please just say something wanda, i can't lose you too"

wanda whipped her head around at that. lose you? you could never lose her.

"honey, i- i just wasn't expecting that. i thought you were talking about someone from uni, not.. not me" she let out a shaky sigh before continuing. "what about kate?"

you lifted your head and turned it to face wanda and god did the look on your face kill her. you looked like a sad, hurt little puppy and all she wanted to do was make it better.

"she's not you, wanda. she's a great person and i enjoy being with her but, the way you make me feel.. i can't stop thinking about you when we're together and i can't keep pretending like i don't want you the way i do"

the redhead trapped her bottom lip between pearly white teeth, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. the words on the tip of her tongue, begging to be spoken. she shouldn't indulge in this, she really shouldn't.

but, the way her heart beat violently in her chest and the aching feeling of wanting the same was mind-hazing and quite frankly too strong to resist.

"and how do you want me?"

you swallowed dryly as the question lingered heavily in the air.  instantaneously your tongue darted out to run along your bottom lip, a sigh escaping before letting your head fall into your hands.

you hesitated to answer and wanda could tell as you rose to your feet in frustration, a hand combing through your hair to push away stray strands from your flushed face. "please let's just-"

"how do you want me, y/n?"

you heard the older woman shift behind you and when you turned, she was now standing up, her attention on you never faltering along with an expression on her face you couldn't quite place.

the newfound confidence you had felt moments ago was fading fast and the urge to work up the courage and tell her was harder than anything you'd ever experienced. "i.. i just want you, all of you. your mind, body and soul. to be the reason you wake up with a smile. i want you to make me yours and show me what it's like to be truly cared for"

you heard wanda's breath hitch in the back of her throat at your confession and the green in her eyes faded to something darker than you'd ever seen from her.

"god, this is so stupid," you scoffed. "i hate that every time i'm with kate all i think about is that i wish you were touching me instead of her"

"and how do you want me to touch you?" the older woman's chest was rising heavily now as she took one step closer to you.

you need to step away, tell her you shouldn't do this and you can't. that crossing this line would be a mistake, a huge mistake.

though the aching pulse between your thighs was hard to ignore and the way wanda was looking at you made you want to cave, drop to your knees and show her why you're good enough to be hers.

"wanda, please-"

a delicate hand reached up to rest against the soft skin of your cheek, effectively cutting off your sentence and leaving you spellbound.

"it's okay, malysh," the redhead reassured, her thumb stroking gently against your flushed skin. "you can tell me"

a deep sigh escapes your lips, your eyes flickering to the floor before returning back to the sokovian's piercing eyes. "i want you to do anything you desire," one of your hands flies up to grasp tightly at wanda's wrist, her hand still resting on your cheek. the neediness and desperation you felt were simply too much, you needed her more than words could say. "just.. touch me, please"

wanda hushed you, stepping closer towards you until the gap was nonexistent and all of your senses were invaded by wanda. 

the perfume she wore, her hot breath ghosting against your face, the warmth that radiated from her. she was intoxicating and you wanted more, you needed it.

"you have no idea how long i've been thinking about doing this" wanda breathed out, her free hand coming to rest against your other cheek. you watched as her eyes flickered down to your lips and you forced yourself to bite down a whimper at the sight.

before you knew it, soft plump lips crashed into yours and it was like the world came to a standstill. you quickly reciprocated, moving forward until your bodies were flush together and as your hands moved to her lower back to grasp at her desperately, all the guilt left your mind and was quickly replaced with just wanda.

your fingers pulled at the hem of wanda's oversized jumper, reaching under to feel the small of her back. your nails dug in slightly when wanda licked at your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance and you instantly granted it, wanting so badly to feel the warmth of her mouth that she offered to you so easily.

a soft moan from wanda echoed into you that you briskly swallowed, the noise igniting something deep inside you and you couldn't help but surge forward, forcing wanda to move until the back of her legs touched the couch.

you pulled away from the kiss, your lips tingling with anticipation and urgency to feel her on you again. but, you briefly ignored it to push gently against wanda's shoulders until she once again sat down on the sofa.

the redhead watched as you moved to straddle her waist and the animalistic groan that left her lips made the coil that was slowly building inside of you twist with need.

"god, look at you," wanda gasped, her hands landing on your hips, gripping tightly with possessive gratitude at the beauty before her. "you're so perfect"

your hips instinctively ground down against her as her words boomed loudly in your ears.

"that's it, detka" the older woman purred, "so reactive to me"

the blush from before inevitably made its way back to your cheeks as you flushed slightly, embarrassment written on your face. your hand moved soft ginger locks from her neck, making room for your lips to pepper open-mouth kisses on her soft skin before sucking gently.

wanda's mouth fell open at the feeling of your lips against her skin and her hands squeezed even tighter on your hips, the grip eliciting a whimper from you. your hips rolled on their own accord, moving against wanda vigorously as you attempted to soothe the ache that grew rapidly between your thighs. you were wet and needy and all you wanted right now was for wanda to make you feel good.

the sokovian lolled her head back, granting you better access to her neck and as your hands travelled up to her shoulders, one of your hands cupped the back of her neck; your kisses growing in pressure until you were sloppily making out with the smooth skin of the base of her neck. you swirled your tongue before sticking it out to trail up until you reached her sharp jawline, nibbling slightly.

"you're so good with your mouth, baby," wanda's words came out breathy, a strong hint of arousal evident as you continued your work before switching quickly to the other side, exploring more of her exposed skin. "i bet you eat pussy so well"

a moan fell from your plump lips as the filthy words left her mouth and you pulled away for a moment, your chest rising heavily as you attempted to catch your breath. the thought of settling between wanda's thighs and tasting her caused your thighs to flex around her waist.

wanda lifted her head, her gaze on you never faltering as puncturing green eyes bore into you to gauge every single one of your reactions, and when her hands moved from your hips to your ass, needing the flesh softly in her palms, wanda hummed in appreciation as the hand that was around the back of her neck grasped at red locks, tugging on the thick hair slightly.

"wanda i- i want.." your mind reeled at the thought of all the possibilities of what could happen next and as your brain flicked through the scenarios, you couldn't help but falter on your words. "please, i need.."

your mind was quickly turning to mush, the only thing grounding you was the warmth that sat under you and the arm that snaked from your ass, up your back and around to wrap delicate fingers around your throat, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

"go ahead, baby, it's okay," wanda purred, her fingers flexing against the jugular of your neck. "tell mommy what you need"

"fuck i-" you practically moaned, the fist you had on her hair gripped tighter upon hearing the name. "i need you inside of me"

"such a big girl using her words, malysh. but, come my love," wanda released the hold she had on your neck and reached down to tap at your thigh, signalling you to move from your position. "i have better use for your mouth first, and then i promise i'll make you feel so good"

you nodded in response and as you shifted to stand on slightly wobbly legs, you instantly missed the feeling of her so close to you. wanda feigned a pout as you mewled, your hands reaching out to grab at her waist.

wanda was swift with her reaction, her fingers wrapping around your wrists with a short chuckle, stopping you from touching her any further, "patience, y/n. now, be good for me, go to my room and lie down on the bed. can you do that?"

"yes, i- i'm sorry, i'll go right now" you spewed out your words faster than the redhead could process them and before she knew it you were pulling away from her, rounding the couch and heading up the stairs.

the speed of your legs caused your feet to pound against the wooden staircase and wanda smiled at your eagerness. such a good girl, she thought.

as you flung open the wooden door you stopped dead in your tracks, just before the line of actually entering through the doorway. you stared into the dimly lit room, your eyes scanning a neatly made bed; decorated with adorable throw pillows and a couple of picture frames that were littered with pictures of your father and wanda on the bedside tables. 

your eyes fell to the makeup desk on your right and they landed on a frame that had a picture of just you and wanda, it almost made your heart flutter, but the feeling quickly faded as the realization dawned on you, the weight of it settling heavily in your chest that you were about to have sex with your father's wife, in his room. their room.

before you could linger any further on the fact, you heard footsteps fading into earshot behind you, swiftly prompting you to take one step forward and effectively breaking the threshold of betrayal.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the trace of wanda's steps faltered and you almost called out to her to ask if she was okay, that was until you picked up on the sound of keys jangling and the indicative sign of your front door opening.

"honey, i'm home! god, you'll not believe the day i've had"

#wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #mcu fanfiction #elizabeth olsen #wanda maximoff/reader #wanda maximoff x you #stepmom wanda

[pupyuj]

thinking about extrenely dubcon g!p stalker wonyoung (who so happens to be your blockmate) breaking into your house late at night and yes😁

i held off on posting this for the longest time bcs tbh, i never rlly knew where i stood with noncon/dubcon even though i say in my pinned that i do write about it??? yea IK weird but it's been quite some time since i finished this and i can now actually write these kinds of things without flinching so! ANYWAY, i like it when you guys make wony a pathetic loser it's so fun... except that she's a bit creepy here but whatever.

[cw: g!p, stralker!wony, perv!wony, dubcon/noncon (it really was teetering the line...), breeding]

FUCK . okay so wony being so obsessively in love with you since the day you sat beside her in your first day of classes, but can't bring herself to talk to you bcs you just radiated pure sunshine energy that it blinds her too much so she settles with following you around, stalking you irl and online??? when she's sitting beside you, she's sneaking pics of what's hiding underneath your skirt... and you're always talking to people so you don't really notice your pretty seatmate lowering her phone and snapping a couple pics of your panties... she uses those pics to get off for sure.. she moans your name so loudly while stroking her cock, wishing that she had the courage to just fucking grab you, bend you over your desk, and pound your pretty pussy in front of the entire class... but poor wony has to be satisfied with just looking at you from a distance. a very, very close distance...

omg but like, wony eavesdropping in one of the conversations you have with your friends.. and she finds out that you're a virgin 🤭 but then she gets upset bcs your friends started teasing you about some girl who you were talking to in that way and how you weren't going to be a virgin for very long now... oh god, wony got sooo mad 😤😤 she saw you first!! therefore she deserves to be your first!! she firmly believed that nobody will ever be able to fuck you as good as she can... and she wanted to prove this so naturally, wony breaks inside your house dead in the night... feeling her heart beating so loud not out of anxiety or fear of being caught, but because your scent was everywhere... wony could just lay down in your living for the entire night and just bask in your sweet scent.. but she was here on a mission 👀

wony making her way inside your bedroom with exactly zero noise??? she stares at your face for a while, breathing heavily and her hands already unbuckling her belt and removing her pants dkshscnhsjgh 😵‍💫😵‍💫 wony climbing onto your bed with her cock just . out, stirring you awake... and ofc you were going to freak the fuck out bcs who the hell was in your house?! but wony was quick to cover your mouth with her hand and shush you, "it's me... it's me, (y/n)... it's wonyoung. i won't hurt you... just don't scream." but you were so fucking scared bcs you didn't know her!!

wony keeping her hand on your mouth bcs she knew you wouldn't keep quiet... leaning down to kiss your neck despite your resistance, her moaning at the way your skin tastes on her lips?!! wony finding your sweet spot and making you moan accidentally,, and she's so happy bcs she thinks you're liking it but fuck you were in tears bcs what the hell was she going to do to you??? ☹️ "i couldn't bear the thought of not being your first time... so i'm getting to you before that girl..." she says and finally you realized that that thing that was pressed up against your stomach was her dick... again, you started freaking out—kicking, squirming, scratching at wony's arms and trying to push her away but she was unexpectedly strong :(( "i'm gonna fuck you, (y/n)... i'm gonna fuck you and you're gonna love it.. you're gonna love me." and then she swiftly pulls your shorts n panties off and slams her cock in your cunt :(((

wony's hand in your mouth muffling your pained moans as she thrusted into you :(( "i-i know it hurts but.. ohh, fuck, so g-good... it'll feel better in a bit, i p-promise.. mhm...!" wony starting to quicken her pace and forcing her cock deeper inside you bcs she wanted to feel your cunt envelope her entire length :((( n then you're crying and sobbing bcs it hurt so bad but then... wony starts hitting a few good spots and you find yourself moaning out of pleasure instead of pain... all of this was so wrong.. wony didn't ask for your permission, wasn't being gentle at all, and she was restraining you... but fuck, her cock was such a perfect fit in your tight little pussy and you wanted more...

"see...? it feels nice, r-right? fuck... i'll g-go faster.. wanna ruin you so bad..." wony grips your hip with her one hand and started pounding into you so much harder and faster that you screamed into her palm... wony was starting to get hurt by the way you hit her arm and clawed at her skin so she pinned both of your hands above your head... she doesn't care that people could probably hear you screaming and crying,, your voice was akin to that of an angel, she could listen to you all day!

sobbing while wony was marking you up :(( begging for her to stop bcs it was hurting you,, and you told her she was hurting you but she refused to listen,,, only kissing your tears away and expecting you to take everything like a good girl... so you had to :(( it goes on for a while... her going in and out of you, her groans, your cries being the only thing that was heard throughout the house... you finally coming all over wony's cock and not knowing that you did bcs wony kept fucking into you, faster again bcs she was close too :(((

"g-gonna come inside you... d'you want my cum, (y/n)?? w-want me to... h-haahh... want me to get you pregnant? i want to... i really want to, fuck... you're mine... i need you to be mine..." wony buries her head on your neck, mumbling all this nonsense about giving you her kids... then you're begging her not to fucking do that but she doesn't want her cum to go to waste :(( wony coming inside you with a long, whiny moan which you thought was a bit cute...

feeling wony's warm cum inside you... only pulling out minutes later when she has dumped every fucking seed inside your cunt... putting your hands on her shoulders when she finally let go of your wrists,, god you felt so violated.. but why were you kissing her?? why were you thinking that she was the prettiest thing you have ever seen?? and why, after recovering from everything, were you begging for her to come inside you again?? 😣😣

#ive smut #ive x reader #ive imagines #girl group smut #girl group x reader #girl group imagines #ive x fem reader #jang wonyoung smut #jang wonyoung imagines #jang wonyoung x reader #wonyoung smut #wonyoung x reader #wonyoung imagines #g!p wonyoung #g!p idol

[daisyvisions]

Hate is a Strong Word - Part 2

Pairing: Enemies with Benefits! Sangyeon x Fem! reader Synopsis: When one kiss sends both of you into a spiral, are you able to resist or give up everything to do it again? Word Count: 6,385 (phew 😮‍💨) Warnings: (18+, Minors DNI), explicit smut (?), unprotected sex, fingering, some coercion (consent is key ALWAYS okay?), heavy sexual tension, lots of cuss words, hot muscley dark-haired Sangyeon (yes that’s a warning), some mutual pining, dirty talk, pet name (sweetheart), lots the word “god” but not used religiously A/N: Finally, a fic where I don’t leave people hanging 😌 I’m so sorry this took longer than it should’ve! I wanted to be sure that the storyline didn’t go far away from the plot of the 1st part! And also, this made me wanna makeout with Sangyeon until I couldn't feel my lips ngl 😵‍💫 Enjoy!

Read Part 1 Here!

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“Oh, Sangyeon-” you whimper.

“You have no idea how much I wanted you like this…” he groans into your mouth.

Sangyeon never thought he’d end up seeing you the way you are right now: panting breathlessly, telling him to thrust harder, gripping his shoulders tightly, allowing him to fuck you so good that you’re a babbling mess. Everything felt like a haze, like it was a dream.

“S-Sangyeon, I’m gonna-“

Your shaky voice and contorted face were signaling your approaching climax. He couldn’t wait to see you come undone for him. But just as you were about to, your figure suddenly disappears beneath him in a blink of an eye… What the fuck?

Beep… beep… beep!

The blaring sound of his alarm abruptly wakes him up. His eyes shoot open, staring at the ceiling in confusion. He was covered in sweat, felt like his head was spinning… and was incredibly hard. The front of his boxers was practically drenched in his precum.

Another wet dream.

“Shit, not again…” he flips and groans into his pillow.

He rubs his face vigorously, trying to shake the dream off his mind. Normally he could go about his day as if it didn’t happen, but this dream was the most vivid one by far. It was making him dread seeing you in class today.

It was just a dream, keep it together for fuck’s sake. But he knows himself all too well to know that was a lie.

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It had been a few weeks since the incident inside the closet and you’d been avoiding Sangyeon like the plague. Even your friends started noticing you don’t talk shit about him as much as you used to, but you reassured them that you just didn’t have the mental energy to do so anymore.

You’re not going to lie to yourself. Sometimes the memory of that moment randomly plays in your head when you least expect it to. Remembering the warmth that radiated from his body, his strong muscles holding you close, and his soft plump lips against yours. How you secretly wished it could happen again.

But you obviously couldn’t tell anyone about it, you would rather eat dirt than admit that. So you preferred to just suppress whatever the hell you were feeling about him and just move on with your life.

For Sangyeon however, it seemed like the more days passed by, the effects of that incident had gotten worse for him to handle. It’s not like he was harboring any crush on you beforehand, it was more of a weird mix between his carnal desires and his dying curiosity on what could've happened.

Besides his recurring wet dreams, he just couldn't stop thinking about your heavenly lips. How sweet you tasted, how you sounded moaning his name, the way they molded so perfectly into his. He was getting too addicted.

And no matter what he did, those thoughts of you would remain in his mind. He tried to avoid you as much as he could despite sharing almost all classes together. It was even more difficult especially when you’d pass by and the whiff of your scent would linger in the air, baiting him to follow you.

There have been multiple times where he’d end up staring at you from afar longer than he should’ve (in which he almost got caught by one of his friends.) He knew his so-called rivalry with you was already obsessive in nature, but this? It was a whole other level, a game he didn’t know how to play.

Believe me, he did everything he could to forget you and that moment. He even tried to jerk it off but that didn’t help at all! It just made his deep-seeded lust for you grow even worse.

And you didn't even have to do anything to get him this riled up. One glance from you, seeing your figure from the distance, hearing your voice in passing, anything you did had become too addicting than he could bear.

To him, you were like a siren trying to lure him into dark waters and he was slowly starting to drown into depths of desire he knew he shouldn't have gone into… because now he wanted more.

He kept thinking of the many possible ways to try and get you alone like that again, but that was already a challenge in itself.

But he always loved a challenge, especially if it involved you. Sangyeon was incredibly determined to find a way to put an end to this madness once and for all.

No matter what, he’ll do whatever it takes as long as he gets what he wants… you.

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Tennis shoes were squeaking against the newly polished floors of the hallway as you sprinted, you were running late to your 8AM class. Juggling your part-time and studies was starting to take a toll on you, causing you to lack sleep and become more forgetful than you ever were before. So naturally, you forgot to set your alarm today.

The moment you reach the door, you’re immediately greeted by the smile of your professor.

“Oh, Miss L/n. There you are! You’re just on time. I thought you weren’t going to make it today.”

“I’m so sorry Mr. Park. It won't happen again,” you reply as you try to catch your breath.

“That’s alright! We’re going to watch a documentary today, nothing to be stressed about. But since your usual spot has been taken, you’re just gonna have to fill in the last seat at the back.”

Your eyes follow where Mr. Park points out. From a distance you see a small shared table at the top of the steps, a secluded area from the other seats in the room.

Your eyes snap at the figure occupying the seat next to yours and your chest suddenly tightens seeing who it was.

Oh god, not beside… him.

It was like the universe was playing another sick joke on you. You sighed and accepted your fate, nodding at your professor before walking up to the back of the room.

You try to keep your eyes glued to the floor to avoid looking at his face. Sangyeon on the other hand hasn’t stopped staring at you the moment you entered the room, especially with the dream he just had the night before burning at the back of his mind.

He was too mesmerized by your aura, as if there was a beautiful glow around you. He was so lost in his own mind he didn’t even realize how fixated his gaze was on you, everything else around him drowning out until you were the only thing visible in his line of vision. Just like a moth to a flame.

Even without looking at him, you already knew he was staring at you, feeling his eyes burn holes right through your figure. You don't know why he kept on staring at you today but the way he did was similar to an animal waiting for its prey, black orbs waiting for your next move before they could strike.

You were used to getting death glares from him before but this? It made you feel different. You started feeling knots form in your stomach, the very same ones you felt when you were with him in that closet.

Get a grip y/n, don’t think of him that way. Not when you’re beside him.

You drop your things on the table, making him snap out of his trance. You try to rile him up like how you used to before, “What are you staring at loser? Like what you see?” You blurt out while avoiding his gaze, trying to play it cool.

“Maybe I do… Would that be a problem?” He raises one of his eyebrows. Oh god, why’d you say that to her?

You whip your head and look at him in confusion, a pink blush subtly appearing on your cheeks. “W-wha-”

But before you even have the chance to reply the classroom lights close and the documentary in front starts playing, signaling you to take your seat.

You inhale and let out a big sigh. Everything’s going to be fine, you think to yourself. As long as you don’t turn your head in his direction and keep a good distance, being in a dark room beside him won’t bother you one bit…

Or will it?

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Time passes by agonizingly slower than you thought. You couldn’t wait to get out of that classroom and get as far away from him as possible before you start getting any unwanted thoughts in your mind.

Truth be told, it was really hard keeping your distance, especially when the space between you two is a bit cramped so you have no choice but to be physically closer to one another. Who’s idea was to have only one small shared table at the back of the room?

It really didn’t help the fact that you could smell his intoxicating masculine scent and the warmth radiating from his body being so close to him, making you feel slightly lightheaded.

And it REALLY didn’t help when your eyes accidentally glanced over at his hand on the table. The way his veins moved beneath his tan skin, reminding you how those rough hands had touched you before.

No, no, no! You’re not about to think of him like this again.

While you were internally struggling, the close proximity between you two was also giving Sangyeon an incredibly difficult time. You were so close yet so far from him, it was making his chest tighten. He was so tempted to give into you, but he knew he couldn't right now. So he tried his best to keep his focus on the screen ahead.

The sudden shift in your movement to cross your legs, however, backfired his attempt to resist, currently placing him in a dangerous spot. While you shifted your leg, your foot accidentally nudged him, causing him to glance at your legs under the table. His eyes widened at the view before him.

Shit…he shouldn’t have looked down there.

It only occurred to him just now that you were wearing a skirt today, exposing the soft skin of your legs, the ones he caressed before. He secretly liked it when you wore dresses or skirts to school (even before the incident mind you). But there’s a little detail about the skirt that sets him completely off…

No fucking way. Please no. He internally panics.

Out of all days, you just happen to be wearing the exact same skirt during the incident. (Don’t ask him why he remembers.) All the memories came rushing in his head in a flash. Remembering the hunger in your eyes, your kisses, your moans…

His cock instantly throbs hard at the thought, making it strain against his jeans. He bites his lower lip to refrain from letting out a groan, trying not to think of the events that could’ve happened next if you two had stayed in that closet. But that obviously doesn’t work as his mind drifts into these lewd thoughts.

The thought of how he would’ve taken you then and there, making sure every inch of you felt good under his touch, moaning out his name deliciously, holding onto him for dear life while he fucks the living shit out of you…

He feels his heart rate increase rapidly. All these thoughts have his mind dangling on a string. If he doesn’t do something about it right now, he might go insane.

You sense something’s off with Sangyeon by the way he’s nervously shaking his leg and the whites of his knuckles appearing on his hand as he balls them into a fist. What’s up with him? You wondered.

You never saw him like this before and it genuinely concerned you but you were unsure of what to do. You almost think about tapping his shoulder but hesitate. Should I ask him if he’s oka-

Your inner thought is suddenly cut off by his warm hand quickly gripping your exposed thigh, slowly inching its way near your core. You look at him with frantic eyes.

“Sangyeon, what the fuck!” You quietly gasp.

“Shh… Just keep your eyes on the screen.” his low husky voice instructing you on what to do while his eyes are focused on the documentary playing.

For some reason, you couldn’t find it in you to respond or push back, so you decide to just let whatever this was play out and see where it goes.

As you keep your eyes focused on the documentary, Sangyeon continues to massage your thigh, his fingers kneading the soft skin underneath.

You tried so hard to hold back a whimper from coming out of your mouth at his burning touch. God his hand feels so good.

And honestly, Sangyeon had no clue what the fuck he was doing either. All he was thinking of was wanting to touch you and the next thing he knows his hand is caressing your inner thigh. It seemed his body had betrayed him yet again.

It’s not as easy as it sounds. Trying to remain calm and focusing your attention elsewhere while the man you’ve been secretly lusting for has his hand dangerously near your throbbing core.

His thumb continuously brushes your inner thigh, practically millimeters away from grazing against the wet patch forming in your panties. He could feel the heat radiating from your core, practically calling him to go even further.

Fuck, I wanna touch her so bad, he thinks. His restraint was deteriorating by the second.

He’s so close. You internally cried out of frustration, pressing your lips together.

It pained you how easily he could just slip his fingers inside and touch you where you wanted him to… but he didn’t.

You let out a small whimper out of protest that only the two of you could hear, making Sangyeon’s eyes roll back.

Oh god… It’s the sweet sound he’s been wanting to hear from your lips again, poisoning his ears like they did the first time. His grip on your thigh gets tighter.

“Fuck, you’re killing me right now sweetheart…” he whispers in your ear, the vibration of his voice sending an electrifying throb down to your core.

You couldn't take it anymore, you never felt so desperate in your life. Something HAD to be done or else you’d go insane.

Sangyeon suddenly feels your hand on top of his tightly, gripping them as hard as he was on your thigh. You wanted him to touch you, to have his strong fingers abuse your sensitive bud like he owned it.

“Sangyeon…” you whisper.

You both turn to face each other, only realizing how close your face is to his. Hot breath fanning over your lips, his eyes flickering down to stare at them.

He desperately wanted to kiss you right now. To revel in the softness of your touch, to taste the sweetness of your lips, to be placed under your spell once again and transcend into paradise.

He inches forward a bit more, his bottom lip lightly brushing yours. The proximity between you two makes your breath hitch, waiting to see what he’ll do next.

Just as he thought he’d finally get to feel your lips again, a booming sound of claps echo in the room, making the two of you pull away from each other quickly before the lights turn back on.

“Okay! Don’t forget to turn in your paper on this documentary by Friday. See you all til then!” Everyone starts dispersing out of the classroom, walking to wherever they need to be.

“Y/n…” Sangyeon tries to call for your attention, but you quickly pack your things and bolt out of the classroom, leaving him again like last time before anything could escalate.

“Shit-” he mutters to himself.

Looks getting to you will be harder than it appears to be.

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The day isn't even over and you already felt like you were all over the place, feeling so distraught and confused by what had happened this morning. You almost fell into his trap! What were you thinking?

The frustration made you lose your appetite. You kept on poking the food in front of you with your fork, thinking of what could’ve happened next. The thoughts running in your mind were driving you insane.

Jacob plopped down at the seat next to you. He’s noticed something was off with you for quite some time, you weren't your usual self ever since the day of that test you mentioned to him.

“Y/n?” You suddenly hear Jacob’s sweet voice calling out to you, snapping you back to reality.

“Hey… you okay? You hardly touched your food.” he asks, rubbing your back in the process.

“Oh, uhm. Yeah I’m fine. Just not in the mood that’s all. Been lacking sleep lately.”

Your response makes Jacob pout, he knows you more than anyone else. And he definitely knows the difference between when you're lacking sleep and something internally bothering you. Of course, he doesn't try to pry and leaves you be. He gently squeezes your hand to let you know that he’s there for you, you softly smile back at him in response.

Meanwhile, Sangyeon was looking over at your table the whole time during lunch. His eyes were just glued to your figure, thinking of how close he almost got to kiss you again.

His line of vision is abruptly cut when Hyunjae sits down in front of him at his table.

“Hey, are you going to Eric’s party this Saturday?” Hyunjae immediately asks.

“Hm? Oh, uh yeah I think so. Why?” Sangyeon replies, trying to distract himself from thinking of you.

“Cool, cool. So… you think Y/n’s gonna be there too?” There was a quick moment of silence, Sangyeon’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Y/n?” He repeats.

“Yeah!” Hyunjae replies enthusiastically.

“Uh, I don’t really know. Why do you ask?” Sangyeon responds skeptically.

“Oh man, I think she’s REALLY pretty. I’ve talked to her a couple of times thanks to Jacob.” Hyunjae sheepishly says. “I actually might think of asking her out soon, maybe if she wants to come to the party with me.”

Sangyeon’s jaw immediately clenched at Hyunjae’s confession. The thought of someone else getting in the way between you two pissed him off for some reason. He tries to hide this strange feeling bubbling inside him by looking down at his food and taking a bite.

“Oh… okay. Are you sure about that though? Does she like you back or something?” Sangyeon passive aggressively utters.

“I don't know. But I always get good vibes from her when we talk. I know you guys don’t like each other but I swear she’s so fun to be with. Did I mention she’s really pretty too?” Hyunjae rambles.

The way Hyunjae stresses on how pretty you are has Sangyeon gripping his utensil hard, nearly bending it in half. As if he had a chance. If only he knew what happened between the two of you and how he made you feel good. Sangyeon thinks to himself, feeling cocky that you’ll turn Hyunjae’s offer down.

But he was about to find out how incredibly wrong he was.

Hyunjae suddenly stands up from his seat and walks away from the table. Sangyeon whips his head up, wondering where Hyunjae is running off to.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“I’m gonna ask her right now!” Hyunjae shouts back, still walking his way towards you.

Sangyeon watches Hyunjae like a hawk, the unsettling feeling inside him burning through the roof. He sees Hyunjae tap your shoulder and you suddenly give him such a beautiful smile. Why the fuck does Hyunjae get to see that smile?

He keeps watching the two of you talking from afar and you’re suddenly… laughing? Sangyeon’s eyes roll. The nerve of this guy, really. If Sangyeon had lasers for eyes he would've burnt holes in Hyunjae’s head right now.

He's never felt this feeling inside him before. Sure, he’s felt competitive especially when it was with you but this… felt different. He brushed off the thought and continued to observe the two of you.

Just when the conversation looked like it was ending, Sangyeon catches Hyunjae tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, your body language clearly showing you were getting a bit flustered.

Now he’s done it…that motherfucker. Sangyeon’s jaw clenches way too hard at the sight and snaps the plastic utensil in his hand. Who does he think he is? Touching you and making you react that way?

That damn unsettling feeling bubbling in his veins rises again, but he’s too in denial at the moment to come to terms with it and buries it deep within his gut for now.

He pauses for a moment until suddenly gets a bright idea: He’s got another chance to get you alone during the party this Saturday night.

And this time… he’ll make sure nothing is going to get in his way.

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You walk into the party with Aera. Loud music blasting, people trying to talk over one another, and more than half of the people invited were already pissed drunk. When you try to turn to Aera, she’d already left you to go to Younghoon. Some kind of friend…

“Y/n!” You hear someone shouting your name from across the room. Hyunjae makes a beeline for you with a newly opened beer bottle in his hand.

“Hyunjae!” You shout, giving him a friendly hug.

“I’m so happy you made it!” His smile spreading from ear to ear. “C’mon, you’re late. We gotta get you caught up with the drinks.” Before you even have time to protest, he immediately grabs your wrist and guides you into the kitchen.

Sangyeon had caught your figure the moment you entered the house. You looked so beautiful tonight especially with the dress you were wearing, you looked absolutely stunning.

Okay, now I just have to wait for the right moment, he says to himself. But as he was about to get up from his spot on the couch, he saw you suddenly disappear into the crowd with Hyunjae…

He swears he’s never felt his jaw clench so hard in his life, especially seeing Hyunjae’s hand holding your wrist. He eventually gets up from his spot and tries to follow you both while keeping his distance.

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“Alright, choose your poison!” Hyunjae utters as you’re seated on top of the kitchen counter.

You playfully tap your finger against your lips. “Hmm, I’ll have whatever you’re having,” you respond.

“If you say so.” He grins, popping open a bottle of beer.

You instantly take a swig at the drink, staring at Hyunjae while he stares back in amusement.

“A little eager aren’t we?”

“Well you did say to catch up right?” you respond.

Hyunjae carefully steps closer to you, your faces inches away from each other. You feel the heat of your cheeks slowly creep in. He’s much more handsome up close.

You’ve always had a tiny crush on Hyunjae if you were being completely honest. He was always fun to hangout with and made you laugh a lot (and you liked it when he would get a tiny bit touchy with you.)

Hyunjae slowly wipes off the droplet of beer from your bottom lip with his thumb and sucks it off, making your breath hitch while he watches your reaction.

“…Can I kiss you?” He whispers. You nod your head in response. Just as Hyunjae was about to lean in, loud shouts and a bottle crashing to the floor stops him and both your heads are directed to the source of the sound.

You realize your face was so close to Hyunjae when you turn your head back to him, making you feel all flustered. “Uh, excuse me for a bit. Gotta go use the restroom.” You mumble.

“Oh okay, sure. Go ahead.” He softly smiles back. You hop off from the kitchen counter and immediately make your way up the stairs.

Thank god for that bottle crashing, Sangyeon thinks to himself. He had been observing the two of you this whole time, nearly crushing the plastic cup in his hand when he saw Hyunjae leaning closer to you. He hated how easy it was for Hyunjae.

He’s snapped out of his own trance when he realizes where you’re heading and waits for you to go up the stairs before following. His window of opportunity was opening itself in front of him.

It's now or never.

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Taking a gulp of alcohol wasn’t a good idea as you felt your face warming up instantly. After freshening up in the bathroom, you let out a big sigh before closing the door behind you.

As you were walking down the hallway a hand suddenly grabs your wrist and pulls you into an empty room, making you squeal in the process. Your back pressed up against the door and you hear the doorknob lock.

You’re caged under a taller male figure, his breath fanning over your face.

“Hyunjae, what are you doing?” You giggle, eyes still looking down at the floor.

You hear the figure hovering over you scoff. “Nope. Guess again, sweetheart.”

Oh no, that voice… Your heartbeat quickly increases as you look up, seeing the smug look on his face.

“What the fuck do you want Sangyeon?” You roll your eyes.

“I think there’s something we need to talk about. Something that’s way overdue, hm?” he replies.

You pause, waiting for him to continue talking.

“Look, you and I both know whatever happened that day wasn’t… normal.”

“What day?” You respond, trying to dodge his interrogation.

“Don’t play dumb now… the day we kissed in that closet.” He stares into your eyes.

“Do you wanna know why I did that? It was because you couldn’t shut your damn mouth which you nearly got us caught by the way, idiot.” You spit back.

”I don’t care about that shit anymore- You can’t convince me that you did not enjoy at least one second of that kiss.”

“You sucked a very sensitive part of my neck, of course I’m gonna moan, what did you expect?”

“No, no, no. I bet you were way more into it than you realize. You’re just afraid to admit it. Especially because it was with me.”

You scoff at his words, “You really think you have that effect over me? You’re really stupid if you think if you can make me genuinely moan for you like tha-”

Your words are cut off when Sangyeon’s hand gently grabs your neck, looking at you with fire blazing in his brown eyes.

“…Are you challenging me right now?” Leaning his face closer to yours. You gulp down your saliva by the sudden aggression, feeling a familiar heat between your thighs emerge. Please, not now…

He leans to the side to whisper closely to your ear, his voice dropping an octave lower. “Aren’t you forgetting something that happened that day too?”

Sangyeon slightly pulls away to see your reaction, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He didn't want to do it, but he had no choice but to strike while the iron was hot.

“No? Let me refresh your memory then... I wonder what the whole student body would think when they found out that I caught you sneaking your way to the top, that y/n isn’t the bright student everyone thinks she is…”

Your eyes widen. Shit. How could you forget that?

“Or it could be worse, coming out of the professor’s office looking all messed up… What would they think of you?” giving you his signature devilish smirk.

That last bit made your blood boil, your jaw clenching at his threat.

“You wouldn’t fucking dare-”

“Oh I fucking would.” Sangyeon pauses for a bit, his eyes drifting down to look at your lips then back up at your eyes again.

“Unless… you give me one thing I want.”

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest. Is he serious right now?

“What could you possibly want from me?” You mutter.

“You see, I’ve got this itch that needs to be scratched and only you can do it...”

“Oh for fuck’s sake get to the point Sang-”

“Let’s finish what we started in that closet.”

A moment of silence fills the room. You swear the loud thumping sound of your heart could be heard coming out of your chest.

“A-are you serious?” You stutter. “ I-I… thought you hated me.”

“Oh, sweetheart… I REALLY hate you-”

“But now you wanna fuck? What, are you in love with me or something?” you ask.

“The hell? I never said anything about falling in love-” Sangyeon lets out a big sigh before continuing.

“I’ll get straight to the point. Whether we like it or not, there’s no denying there’s some physical chemistry going on between us. I know it and you know it too.” He looks into your eyes waiting for you to respond, but you remain silent.

“So choose, either you scratch this itch or I tell everyone your little secret…”

Were you really going to allow your rival to use you like that? Or would you rather have your reputation gone in an instant?

Fuck it, you threw your morals out the window the moment you kissed him anyway… What's there to lose?

“Fine… I’ll do it. Just this one time and it will NEVER happen again.” You huff. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you-”

“Sweetheart, all I needed was a yes…”

Before you know it, Sangyeon moves his hand grabbing your throat to the back of your neck, pulling you close as his plush lips feverishly kiss and suck your sensitive area making you moan just like you did before.

“Shit- Sangyeon…” you breathlessly say.

“You have no idea how much I wanted you like this…” he groans into you neck.

His other hand start grabbing your hip, tightening his grip on the fabric of your dress while your fingers thread through his dark hair.

Sangyeon continues to suck and leave kisses on your neck, trying to desperately leave his mark there for everyone to see. You feel the sting when his teeth slightly nip at your sensitive area, making you pull his head back.

“No marks.” you warn him.

“Too late sweetheart, I already did.” He smirks.

“I fucking hate you so much.”

“Oh yeah?” Sangyeon lowers one of his hands, snaking it under your dress and immediately cupping your clothed mound. The feeling of his warm grip making you gasp loudly.

“Your body seems to love it though.” He whispers against your ear as he squeezes your soft skin, your moan sounding more desperate than the last. His fingers start slipping under your panties, moving them up and down between your folds, his fingers easily coated from your slick.

“Shit, already wet for me? We haven't even started yet.” he groans while circling your sensitive bud.

“She’s practically weeping for me sweetheart, begging to be touched. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Wanting me to touch you so badly like this during class?” the pace of his fingers increasing while the memory of your two earlier this week flashed in his mind.

“Mhmm…” you whimper, your mind incapable of uttering words from how good his fingers feel right now circling your throbbing clit.

Sangyeon’s other hand lets go of your neck and makes its way behind your knee, pulling it up so that you could wrap your leg around him.

Without warning, his fingers travel from your sensitive bud to your wet entrance, easing in his two thick fingers. He pulls his head away from your ear to watch your face form an “O” expression, his erection becoming harder from how beautiful you react to his touch.

“Look at you, taking my fingers so well. Swallowing every inch of it.” Sangyeon coos while he pumps his fingers in and out of you. You let out a whine in response.

He slams his fingers back inside you so deep and starts to curl his fingers inside at an ungodly pace, creating squelching sounds from your wet pussy.

“Mmm, Sangyeon-” you mewl as your hands grip his shoulders for support.

“Fuck, say my name like that again.” He growls in your ear. The vibrations of his voice making your walls clench around his fingers.

“S-Sanggyeoon…” your moans getting deeper, becoming more wanton the more he keeps up the pace. He feels your walls pulsating with every curl of his fingers.

“I-I can’t- oh shit, I’m gonna-” you pant against his ear, feeling the coil inside you snapping any second from now.

“Cum for me sweetheart, let it all out. Tell me, who’s making you feel this good?” he responds.

“Y-you are…” His free hand suddenly flies to grab hold of your neck again.

“No- Say my name- fuck- who’s making you feel this good? hm?”

“You are Sangyeon-oh fu-” your climax bursts out of you like fireworks, your vision blurring and seeing nothing but stars. He pulls out his fingers to inspect your gushed out fluids, instinctively sucking at them while his eyes bore into yours.

“You taste just as good as you sound sweetheart.” he grins.

Just when you think it’s over, he grips the back of your other knee, you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“Up.” You follow his command without hesitation, both your legs wrapped around his torso as he walks backwards until his legs hit the edge of the bed. He fall backwards sitting on the bed while you end up straddling his lap.

Hands slide your dress up to your waist, exposing your bare legs and soaking panties as he leans forward to kiss your neck once again.

You palm his throbbing erection straining through his jeans, eliciting a very deep moan from him.

His kisses travel from your neck to your collarbone, his fingers quickly pulling down the straps of your dress and exposing your bare chest to him.

“God, You’re so beautiful…” he mumbles into your skin while kissing and groping your breasts as you start grinding your hips onto his aching member. Groans and soft moans echoing around the room.

Sangyeon couldn't take it anymore, he desperately needed you right now. And just like some telepathic signal you help him out of his pants, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down along with his boxers down to his knees.

His aching cock slaps against his abdomen, his angry red tip smothered in precum. Your mouth waters at the sight, wondering if he’ll be able to fit all of it inside you.

“We’ll make it fit” Sangyeon grins, as if he could read your mind.

“I hate it when you get so cocky, it’s so annoying…” You roll your eyes.

“And I hate it when you’re a wound-up tight bitch.” he spits back as he aggressively pulls your panties to the side and rubs the tip against your folds and poking in your entrance. It’s only his tip and you’re already starting to whimper.

“I'll take it back… I like it when you’re so tight.” His smug smile makes you want to strangle him on the spot.

“You talk way too much, can you just get on with it alrea-” Sangyeon pushes his whole length inside you until he’s bottomed out, making you both moan in unison. You feel so full of him, something you’ve never felt before in your life.

Meanwhile Sangyeon has never felt this kind of tightness before, breathing deeply to control himself. You haven’t even moved yet and he swears he might cum in seconds.

You start to slowly bounce up and down his length, his hands on your hips guiding your pace. He hisses at the warmth and tightness of your walls, making him tilt his head back in pleasure.

“We’ve should’ve done this a long time ago- fuck- and maybe we wouldn't have been at each other’s throats all the time.” He chuckles, a deep groan following after.

“Y-yeah, oh-” you whine. You push your weight forward, making Sangyeon back lie against the mattress. The tip of his cock starts to nudge your sweet gummy spot, making you rock your hips faster.

You both moan in unison again, your velvety walls clenching harder on his hardened length.

You lean your face closer to Sangyeon’s as you’re rocking your hips. He couldn’t help but stare at your fucked out face. Taking to memory how beautiful you look right now. His eyes slowly travel down to your lips, those heavenly lips.

“Kiss me.” He blurts out.

“W-what?” You pant.

“Kiss me, please!” There’s more desperation in his tone.

You passionately kiss him, just like the first time. His hands cup your face to deepen the kiss. Your lips molding with his perfectly like they were made for each other, forgetting everything around you for a moment in time.

Sangyeon’s tongue swipes your bottom lip repeatedly, desperately asking for entrance. Your tongues moving and twirling harmoniously, more passionate than ever before.

Your bodies were so entwined with one another to the point that if people had watched the both of you right now, not an ounce of hatred or rivalry could be seen.

Everything started to feel overwhelming for Sangyeon, feeling his cock throbbing hard, signaling his approaching climax. He could tell yours was near as your walls were clenching around him harder than ever.

“Sangyeon, I-I’m gonna cu-” you plead.

“M-me too, t-together.” His speech slurred by the second. His hands grip your hips, pistoning himself into you to reach your climaxes faster.

You both reach your highs at an instant, moaning into each other’s mouths so hard. Ropes of his seed spilling into you as you gush out onto his member. His cock doesn't stop twitching inside you after that.

You lift your hips to get off him, plopping your back to the spot beside him. There’s a moment of silence between you two as both try to catch your breath.

“You win…I take back everything I've said” Sangyeon breathes out.

“W-what?” you reply, confused by his words.

“If you allow me to keep fucking you like this…” He gulps down his saliva.

“…you can be the top student all you want from now on.”

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[skzoologist]

Meeting Bae at a fansign event

request: meeting Bae and interacting with him by @thightswideforhanin

word count: ~1.6k

warnings: none

genre: crack

a/n: As I mentioned earlier, I really don't know how exactly a fansign works, so I could only go off on things the internet provided me with. This is the result, I hope you're happy with it! I think you will be, dear, considering you just caused Bae to malfunction lol

Please let me know if I left a warning or anything out, I will add it in! Reblogs, likes and feedback are greatly appreciated!

!I don't condone anyone stealing my work and posting it anywhere without my permission, or feeding it to AI!

!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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They’d had their latest comeback a week ago, STAY still recoiling from its mind-breaking effects. The feedback on it was overwhelming, giving immense glee to the boys who took great pride in their work. Nothing made them happier than their fans’ joy, caused by something they all worked extremely hard for. Shaking the musical industry was their goal, and they’d succeeded.

Of course, with every new comeback came the time for a fansign, something that was always exciting, for both participating sides. For the fans, because they could finally meet their beloved idols, and for the members, who were happy to personally chat with the people who’d supported them through their arduous journey so far. Bae was no exception to this rule, no matter what anyone would think. He loved his fans dearly, despite his cold appearance and hard to approach aura.

But god, did he wish they would fluster him at least a bit less.

On stage, in comments under every picture or video, in their own edits, it didn’t matter, never did. There was bound to be at least one person saying a cheesy pickup line, something they all knew worked on Bae like a charm. The man loved cheesy and bad puns, which was the exact reason why he’d been dragged to Chan’s lives several times, just for the elder to read some comments out loud and cause Bae’s skin to flare up on camera. It was an endless cat and mouse game, one Chan enjoyed tremendously.

So imagine when these people could say those things to Bae’s face directly. He slightly dreaded it already to be quite honest, even though the event hadn’t even started yet.

“How’re ya holdin’ up?” - it was Chan’s voice, a sweet melody calming to his anxious mind. “It feels like there’s more than usual.” - that was Bae’s only reply, his dominant hand disappearing behind the veil of his hair, no doubt to lightly tug on his earlobe hidden there.

The leader just grabbed onto Bae’s shoulder, giving it a few gentle squeezes, reassuring the younger successfully. Bae couldn’t help feeling like this, he never did exceptionally well in social settings. Maybe that was why he naturally gravitated towards Jisung, the two too similar in that sense for their own good.

An unexpected force threw Bae almost off-balance, his own legs and a strong pair of arms immediately compensating for the sudden added weight to his back.

“I’m soooooooo excited! Aren’t you, Bae hyung?” - it was their little sunshine, his energy off the charts.

Bae and Chan just chuckled at him, the latter ruffling his hair with fond eyes. The tallest member took the young one’s legs into his hold, shifting the boy properly up onto his back and giving him a piggyback ride. Felix naturally didn’t complain, happiness practically radiating from him thanks to the surprise affection Bae was giving him. This caused Chan to loudly laugh, his phone already in his hands and taking a video to show the others later. Bae’s cheeks slightly dusted, but he was used to this already a bit, thankfully.

“Oh wow, Hyung’s favouritism is showing again.” “Seungmin, what are you– Oh my god, you’re right. Dal hyuung!” - Jeongin’s voice whined after he rounded the corner, eyes watching the scene in mock disbelief.

Bae merely looked back at them with a raised eyebrow, as if to ask them both if they wanted to take Felix’s place. The two immediately shook their heads, dropping the act before they activated their hyung’s overbearingly affectionate side and doomed themselves to be coddled to death.

The others trickled into the same room as well, their eyes instantly latching onto Bae and teasing him, asking where their own piggyback rides were. Changbin was the most vocal about it, only calming down once he was promised to be the next to get one. The otter’s ears were already red, even though he hadn’t even met a single STAY yet. He had to do something about it and quickly, lest they were called to go out like this. But no matter what he wanted, Felix had a plan of his own, not releasing Bae even when the man stopped holding him up.

“Lixie…” “What? You started it, now you’re stuck with me!”

What had he done to deserve this…?

“Hyung’s gonna have to go out like this and I’m already loving it.” - it was Jisung, eyes twinkling in evil delight. “Oh absolutely, me too. You record and I take photos?” - Hyunjin replied, the two sharing a brofist before laughing at the glare Bae sent them.

True to his words, Felix didn’t let the older go, causing Bae to start holding him again in fear of any accidents happening otherwise, injuring one of them.

They were soon called to go out and take their places at their respective booths a few minutes later. The mere thought made Bae hesitate, something that Minho took the opportunity of, stealing a butt smack from both him and the koala clinging to his back. Felix was merely surprised for a split second, while Bae yelped quietly, glaring at the running form of his cat-like hyung with no real heat behind his gaze.

Knowing he had to get it over with either way, he followed Minho, bumping into the man playfully before letting the younger get down from his back. There was cheering from their audience, no doubt enjoying their silly interactions that were hard to come by when it involved the Glacial Prince.

Bae took his seat, being the sixth in line, sitting right between Hyunjin and Minho. The fans were absolutely ecstatic, excited chatter barely contained for the sake of their idols. Everyone was holding something, either an accessory for the members to put on, or a plushie to cuddle and play with. The first fan was taken to the first member, the beloved maknae of the group. A minute or two later they were ushered over to Seungmin’s booth, the next fan taking their place.

It went like this for a while, nothing major happening. Thankfully the first few fans decided to have mercy on Bae, merely chatting with him about their latest comeback happily and not giving him anything too embarrassing to put on yet.

This soon changed, the next fan looking entirely too thrilled to take a seat in front of him at last. Bae recognised them, remembering how they usually held a sign with a pickup line about him or Jisung in their concerts, shouting their names and overpowering the speakers’ high volume. He mentioned this to them with a gentle smile while he signed the page their album was marked at, causing them to gasp and nearly shout in excitement and disbelief.

“Of course I remember, I have good memory.” - he chuckled out, pushing back the album into their awaiting hands with another smile. “Ohmygod I love you Bae oppa, I have the biggest crush on you!” - the words stumbled out of their mouth, surprising not just Bae, but themselves as well.

The idol blinked back at them, pale cheeks rapidly tinting red with each passing second. No words that formed in his mind could successfully leave his mouth, giving ample time for the STAY in front of him to recover. They quickly placed some clip-on cat ears onto the table, seemingly high quality and fluffy. Pleading eyes stared into Bae’s own, their request clear and unmistakable.

With a quiet, well-hidden sigh and closed eyes, Bae gathered his inner strength, knowing fully well his members would not let him live this down for a while. It was only a matter of time before one of these somehow got onto his head, he knew that well.

So, his hands gently took the accessories, swiftly attaching them onto his long hair that was dyed a deep violet. The reaction was immediate, a poorly concealed squeal leaving the fan’s lips as they complimented him over and over, the gushing merely strengthening the rising colour on his cheeks.

For their last minute they simply talked, the fan grateful for having been able to meet him this close and expressing their gratitude. Bae gently smiled at that, thanking them for supporting the band so much through thick and thin. 

When the pair's time was up, the eager fan promised to attend the next concert as well, not wanting to let their crush down. His skin that was slightly faring better heated up once again, his attention stolen by the next fan and the album he had to sign. Bae tried his best to focus solely on the new fan in front of him, despite feeling the stares on the sides of his face from his members, no doubt lured by his flustered state that was pointed out by the shy girl sitting at his booth.

“YO, BAE HYUNG, THOSE LOOK GOOD ON YOU! WANT ME TO BUY YOU SOME?” - Jisung’s voice cut through the shushed chatter, pulling in everyone’s attention. “Don’t worry Sungie, I already got it covered.” - Minho replied calmly, that smug expression already sitting on his face as he watched Bae.

The male in question could only hide behind his hands, his walls of defence completely crushed and crumbled down, clearly hearing everyone’s chuckles and the fans cheering as he only hid deeper into the palms of his hands. He couldn’t look into anyone’s eyes, not even the poor fan who was right in front of him, obviously enjoying the show, if her giggles were anything to go by.

Flustered, Bae could only hope his fans would have mercy on him for the remainder of the event, knowing fully well that it was naive thinking.

#there is something special about flustering him with the help of MinSung #it just feels right #i also went with they/them pronouns #so more people can read this comfortably #hope it's okay dear #stray kids #skz #stray kids oc #skz oc #stray kids 9th member #skz 9th member #glacial prince #bang chan #lee know #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #lee felix #han jisung #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #request #stray kids fanfiction #skz fanfiction #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic

[dwaekkistar]

Chapter IV

Jade's POV

        I woke up to my bed empty, any signs of Felix sleeping in my bed long gone. I pouted still half asleep before carefully getting out of my bed. I picked my phone up off my nightstand, seeing a notification that I had an event added to my schedule. Upon further inspection, I realized the event was that we had a music video shoot today. I softly sighed out of anxiety because I didn't expect a video shoot so soon. The thought of having to record a video that I knew the entire public was going to see whether I liked it or not scared the living daylights out of me. What would happen if I messed up during the shoot, would the fandom notice? Would they drag me and call me an incapable idol, talentless like all those people back in school expected me to be? Or worse would the company void my contract and kick me out? So many negative what-ifs spiraled through my brain, my anxiety rising with each second.

         I tried to take a few deep breaths, which did help a little before deciding to stretch. I then opened my door, only to be met with a very sleepy and grumpy Minho.

         "We have a video shoot for Levanter today. Don't make us late," he said with a strong glare before walking off. I stared at him in surprise, wondering where the attitude suddenly came from when he was so nice on our day off. I then made my way to the bathroom which was not in use. I assume because everyone was already up and ready, as I heard distinct chatter coming from where the kitchen was. I quickly head in and shower, brushing my teeth while I'm at it. I figured straightening my hair was definitely out of the question as I most likely didn't have the time. I quickly placed my pajamas used previously worn garments into my designated dirty laundry basket, before quickly heading back to my bedroom with a towel wrapped around my body hoping to god I didn't bump into the boys in this state. To my great luck, I avoided everyone, locking my bedroom door behind me. While searching for my undergarments, I got a text from Sua, telling me to just wear a simple tube top and black spandex-like shorts, as the stylist was gonna style me in clothing very quickly, and having to undress and redress was going to take up to much time that could be used to shoot more content for the MV.

         I opted out of wearing a standalone bra, for one of my tube tops that had a strapless bra built in. I wasn't one to have gigantic boobs, but they were about a decent size thanks to my mom's genes saving my dad's, and filled the top out pretty well. I'm pretty sure my body type though, especially the bottom half all came from my mom as everyone always made it necessary to point out that had an ass bigger than the average native Korean woman. I quickly pulled out one of my safety shorts and to keep things still publically decent I put an oversized graphic tee on. I then put on some socks and slipped on my vans before walking out of my room just as Sua texted me that she and jun arrived.

        I walked to the front door, completely ignoring all the guys as they said good morning to me, which caused them all to slightly frown except Minho, who gently scoffed in response. I opened the door allowing Sua and Jun in, both smiling at me and wishing me the best of luck behind the camera today. I kind of needed that as I had been ignoring the feeling all morning, and realized the entire time the feeling was settling in my tummy. Their smiles and pep talk immediately made the feeling disappear. Jun headed to the rest of the boys to talk before the shoot while Sua stayed next to me.

        "Well how have things been since I last saw you?" she said sweetly, as her energy radiated from her. "Do you like things in the dorm?"

        "I mean besides sharing the bathroom with like 8 guys," I softly chuckled as I handed her my phone, " I think I'm good. The constant chaos might take some time to get used to though."

        "Ah, I can talk with Jun and see if we can have the company get something worked out with the bathroom situation," she said while chuckling along with me. I nodded in response, my brain immediately thinking about the shoot when I realized nobody had gone over the choreography with me, which made my anxiety come back tenfold. Is that part of why Minho was being so rude? maybe he thought I was gonna mess everything up. The weird feeling I had in my tummy returned and felt way much heavier than before. Sua then got a text message and she quickly read it before looking back up at me.

       "Uhm," she says calmly with a soft reassuring smile, "Jun says the reason why we're leaving so early today is because the boys need to go over the choreography with you."

       "oh.." I said feebly, my voice dripping with worry and anxiety, becoming even more anxious than I had ever been and my breathing becoming uneven. My body felt like it was violently shaking, although I'm sure to everyone else it looked like I was perfectly still. The last time I ever got this anxious was during my audition period for the company. It seemed like she noticed the worry in my voice so she quickly gestured for me to put my mask on and grabbed my hand as we left the dorm to head to the van.

         When we finally got to the van the driver automatically opened the door from his seat as I quickly headed into the farthest seat in the back, my anxiety constantly nagging at me as I tried to hold back tears. Sua followed in after and handed me a box of tissues she had in her bag insinuating that she wanted me to have them in case the tears building up at the corner of my eyes decided they did want to fall. I quickly take one and pat my eyes dry not wanting all the boys to see me so vulnerable, and it's bad enough I let Felix see me that way last night. The boys eventually came downstairs to the parking lot and filed into the van, confusingly looking around until they spotted me in the back. I'm sure my eyes were somewhat red and puffy even if I didn't give myself the chance to cry because I knew that was how bad my anxiety tended to become. They all sat in their usual seat in silence as Jun slipped in the back with me and Sua and the driver began to drive to the shoot location. I gently poked Sua and asked for my phone remembering I asked her to hold it as I had no pockets on my outfit. She carefully handed it to me, and I carefully grabbed it going to play some random games as I tried to take my mind off Minho's attitude and the anxiety for the shoot.

Small Time Skip

          The driver eventually reached the location which was a modern industrial-looking building, Jun and all the boys rushed out of the van to go in. Sua got out once the van was empty of the boys following Jun and I quietly followed behind them. Our bodyguard was quietly waiting for us at the door making sure we all carefully got in. Everyone then got into an elevator and went upstairs to what looked like a small dressing room with stylists already waiting in it. I quietly followed everyone inside pulling my mask off like everyone else, when a Stylist just as tall as me walked towards me gently grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards the area where she and a few others were already set up. They pulled out this garment bag that contained various pieces of clothing and accessories in it prepping to dress me in. I tried to get a better look at it before when one of the stylists spoke up.

        "Hi, we're your stylist for the shoot, could you put this on for us so we can see if we need to make a quick alteration before we start makeup?" She said with an energetic smile.

"Yeah," I quickly nodded and responded grabbing the bag and pulling the clothing out as I stopped paying attention to my surroundings. It was a pair of brown jeans with a leather belt, a brown cropped shirt, a white/cream cropped sweater vest, a brown beret, platformed boots,  a necklace with a cross pendant, a black and silver bracelet, a channel bracelet, and pearl earrings. I quickly removed my graphic tee and current shoes and slipped everything on quickly, all the stylists smiling as everything seemed to perfectly to their liking. They then led me to a chair, one of the stylists swiftly pulling out a Flat iron. Had I known they wanted me to have straight hair for the shoot I would have done it myself, but that would have been a bad idea seeing as time wasn't on my side when I woke up. Minho and the words he said and the face he held replaying in my brain a few times when I shook myself out of it deciding to focus on what was currently taking place. It seems in about the few minutes I zoned out the hair stylist was almost done. She finished the last section of my hair when another stylist zoomed to my side and started applying light natural makeup. She began to finish up, carefully applying this soft pink lip tint before gesturing her hands away from the chair to let me know she was done. The hairstylist then came back and carefully placed the beret on my freshly straightened hair before applying a decent amount of hair spray.

     When I finally got out of the chair, my attention was brought back to the room, Changbin and Han were already done and sitting on a couch going through their phones as they waited for the others to finish. Changbin looked up from his phone to see I was done and softly smiled as he took my appearance in.

     "You look really cute Jade," He said with a soft chuckle, " I see they put you in platform boots...How does it feel being the shortest member of the group now."

     Han slapped Changbin's arm in laughter causing the other members to look over as some of their stylists fidgeted with the accessories of their outfit. All I could do was stare with my mouth agape in amazement at how boldly he said it. 'Two could play at that game' I quietly thought to myself. If he was gonna roast my height, then I would just have to use my baby face visuals to my advantage.

     "Meanie~," I said as I softly pouted with puppy eyes and tried to walk opposite the couch, but before I could even get anywhere someone grabbed a whole of my wrist.

"Noona, please don't ever do that again," Hyunjin said visibly cringing and furrowing his eyebrows as I turned around, realizing it was him holding my wrist, " I understand you're cute but that was so...no."

"Okay I won't do that again," I said as I softly giggled at his reaction. The other members minus Minho were smiling at me at our shenanigans and quickly joined in. We got deep into joking around when Minho harshly grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the dressing room, causing me to wince in pain. He pulled me to a small empty room before closing the door behind us and looking at me with a deep scowl.

"We're gonna go over your moves in the choreography," he said as he turned towards a wall and rested his phone against it playing a practice version of the song, " you're mostly going to be in the back since you joined very last minute... But you better get it right other I'm just going to request to have you removed from the group."

What actual hell was his problem? Why was he treating me like this, I softly furrowed my eyebrows as I stared at his back, but quickly changed my face deciding to put it behind me. I wasn't going to let Minho down my mood before the music video, it would just negatively affect my performance, and prove him right and everyone else right. The music started and he started demonstrating the dance moves that I was gonna be doing, and to his surprise, I was picking up on it very quickly and attentively following behind him. His eyes furrowed the more he continued to watch me as I followed him, doing the choreography with the same energy, mannerisms, and passion as he was. The song eventually came to an end as we finished the choreography.              "How did you get all of that down so quickly ?" Minho said softly as he furrowed his eyes in confusion.

       "Dude I know you didn't just ask someone who auditioned for a dance position..." I started sarcastically, "How they're able to keep up with a decently complex choreography.."

        He looked down at the floor, softly pouting, as he seemed to regret being so hard on me. I know he wanted our comeback to do good, but to act like that to me with no logical reason was uncalled for.

       "That my honestly my fault." he said sincerely with slight guilt as he stepped closer to me and gave me a soft hug, " I know Chan chose you to join the group, but he never told us your positioning in the group... we all just immediately assumed you were mainly a vocal position and I didn't want the music video to go bad.. I'm sorry. " I quietly accepted his apology by hugging him back just as tight before we left the room to join the rest of the boys. 

         Minho held my hands and quietly led us back to the managers and boys, and it was quite a feeling. I couldn't help but blush as he somehow managed to make me feel 180 from just a moment ago. The stylists swiftly stepped in front of me when we finally got back to everyone while Minho let go of my hand and headed to the others, double-checking that I still looked good before they ushered me to head to the set. When I walked closer to the boys, the director quickly instructed us that the specific set we were on was for the performance version and that some parts of the recording would be used in the main video.   We were then told to go to our marked starting positions, and upon reaching our spots the music was cued and the director yelled action. We passionately danced until the song was over, and relaxed a bit while the director and staff team at the shoot went over the footage.

       "That was a good take but I think I wanna do another one just in case." the director spoke out through the speaker. We all returned to our spots as before when the music started. Despite remaining in the back and barely being seen by the camera due to Felix being taller than me, I was still somewhat very happy because it oddly felt like I finally belonged somewhere. I know I barely knew most of the guys, but while we were going through the choreography once more for the camera I couldn't help but get this strong instinct that this was where I was meant to be, that these boys were who I was meant to spend the next few years of my life and hopefully more with.

      The directors congratulated us on the first part of the shoot, and then told us to get changed because we had to get ready for the acting part of our music video. All the boys began cheering in response as they were finally able to be unserious for the first time today, their usual chaotic energy exploding everywhere.

       The boys began playing and joking around as usual as we headed back to the dressing room. Han jumped on Changbin's back earning a loud help from the latter which made us all laugh and chuckle at his expense.

       "We barely got through a third of the shoot, and I already feel like I've been hit by a massive truck." Chan jokingly blurted out as he held his back with his right hand.

       "Chan hyung is an old man" Seungmin spit out in response with a chuckle causing everyone to laugh.

        "YAH I'M NOT OLD!" Chan yelled at him as he began to chase after the younger. They both ran back to the dressing room, Chan on Seungmin's tail. Suddenly Felix took it upon himself to slide under me and lift me onto his back essentially giving me a piggyback ride. We all continued joking with each other.         When we got to the dressing room finally, Seungmin was accepting defeat as he pleaded with our leader who was currently sitting on top of him. Our stylist soon followed in pulling out 2 more garment bags per each person in the group. They told us to pick out scene 1 outfit, and upon doing so I pulled out a garment back that contained a black and white blouse, skin-tight black leather pants, a different pair of black boots again, and a velvet choker. I quickly slid out of the outfit I had on, as Jeongin waddled over to me with pleading eyes.

       "Noona I can't see behind me to put the necklace on," he said pouting gently before turning red in the ears at the sight of me in just the small tube top and safety shorts, " the necklace keeps unclasping somehow."         "Aw, come here my little Innie, I'll help you," I said with a smile as I took the necklace from his hand and carefully put it on him. He turned around once more thanking me as he blushed even harder than he was a second ago and ran off across the room to one of the other members. I carefully and swiftly put on the leather pants with minor struggles as I had to do little hops to get it past my ass. However, once it was on- the fabric was super comfortable to move around in. I slid the blouse over my head and quickly went for the choker and clasped it around my neck carefully, not wanting to experience Baby Bread's distress from earlier. I chuckled to myself as I thought I would have to call him that from now on because he truly did resemble a human personification of bread.  I fixed my hair once more before putting the shoes on and walking towards Hyunjin, Minho, and Chan. They all lifted their heads to look at me as they heard me approaching, Hyun-jin and Minho watching attentively both biting their lips in slight shock at my outfit, when Chan spoke up.

     "The stylist seems to know what they're doing if they've got you walking around like that." he softly chuckled, his little dimple making a sudden appearance at the moment.

     "Chan! What does that mean?!" I said with a slight whine not appreciating his sudden flirtatious teasing. The boys all laughed at my response and I blushed heavily. Knowing how shy Chan was back when I was training, his boldness at the moment had genuinely caught me off guard. As the boys continued to laugh and joke about other things Jisung, Changbin, and the maknae line joined us. I sat in a corner near Chan as I was starting to feel somewhat self-conscious, and it seemed like Chan took notice of it. He turned towards me and gave me a soft gentle hug, squeezing me to give me extra reassurance.

     "Don't be so nervous cutie pie," he softly whispered in my ear, " you got this, I wouldn't have picked you if that wasn't the case you know." He gently rubbed my arm as he held me resting his head on top of mine as he continued to try to calm me down. I took in a deep inhale, catching a whiff of Chan's scent, noting he smelled strong of sweet fruits like strawberries and such which only added to his attempt at calming. It helped as I was able to get my thoughts back to normal. I took a quick look around the room, noticing that all that time some of the members shifted from talking to going on their phones, even the stylists and our managers were using theirs.

      A staff member eventually came in and told us the director was ready for us, so we all quickly headed out. If I was being honest, now that I've taken everything in, the boys all looked pretty hot in their current outfits. For some odd reason that gave me a big wave of reassurance, because if they looked hot, I must have looked hot as well. And that's when I noticed my and Chan were slightly matching as we both had stripped shirts on.

     "Channie," I said tenderly, tugging at his sleeve as I walked next to him. He looked down at me in response, "Did the stylist intend to make us match?" that's when he took a step back and assessed both our outfits. When he finally looked up, he wore a huge grin on his face.

      " I guess so," he said as he gently held my hand as we continued our way to the set.

       "Why are you two matching ?" Changbin said his eyebrows creasing in confusion once Chan and I caught up with everyone else.  The boys all turned to look at us upon his words, realizing he was indeed right about our outfits.

        "Did they do that on purpose?" Jisung added his voice taking on a mischievous tone, "Cause that would honestly explain Jade's ass in those pants."         Everyone including me groaned in response to Jisung's taunt, which earned him a thwack on the back of his head from Hyunjin. We honestly should have expected it from him sooner or later but we got our hopes up thinking maybe he would quit it for one day.

       The boys and I eventually got to our instructed spots and the rest of the shoot went by in a blur, as we constantly acted out scenes and changed outfits a few more times. I knew that being an idol was gonna be stressful, but I honestly didn't take into account this much work had gone into the outfits, all the small things that were usually taken for granted. We quietly finished up and headed back out of the building to go home.

#skz #stray kids #stray kids fic #straykids fanfic #9th member of skz #kpop fanfic #kpop #fanfic #female original character #skz x 9th member #skz x female reader #skz x female original character #straykids x original female chracter #fanfiction #cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on wattpad

[unsleepingtales]

Burrow’s End episode 8

Two minutes in and I’ve lost the plot this is delightful

I’m gonna be totally honest gang I am exhausted and distracted tonight so we’ll see how this goes

Let’s hear it for the muas btw. Knocking it out of the park every single time

We’ve skipped hat and gone straight to miter.

Oh yeah the hat chant was fun

SHES PUTTING ON THE POPES HAT

Siobhan I love you

Unsleeping city shirt!

She’s so chill about it lmao

Tula’s heart is still beating???

The name of their cop show 😭

My body is composed of tubes :)

What has happened to your family indeed

Erika <3

Oh goddamn okay

What

Revenant Tula confirmed! Fascinating

Oh I thought that was gonna be a comedic beat and then it Was Not

Oh is this a thing Geoffrey cast on her???

Wait when she said ‘the winter we had lost dad’ did she mean Kenji or Geoffrey?

This does not feel like the whole truth.

Jasper looks SO devastated

You cannot really blame them

Oh that’s some thoughts that sound a lot like suicidal ideation

Yeah just checked the warnings! Glad they put the warning in for it.

Oh Geoffrey info!

Avaaaa

DAMN

She has needed to snap for so long

Oh Rashawn 💜💜

We are EIGHTEEN minutes in Jesus Christ

Let’s hear it for ttrpg safety tools! And players that communicate with one another!

MeatWolf merch when

It is NOT kosher

God what is with GMs and the word viscera.

Bennet!

I mean you could have said like. Explain or something but go off

Oh nooooo

I’m very not alive :)

Ok good thank you

Good lord

Hello???

“Since we got here” you’ve been here One day but ok

No? That’s not at all what was said?

It really does seem like a magical hat

That seems like a good call yeah

How did we get here things were SO tense like two minutes ago

GIRL

That was NOT subtle

Thorn is so fucking creased 😭

If Bennet turns out evil I will cry

Guys maybe chill. You just got off the topic of the killing.

What point are you trying to make??

You cannot try to pull the ‘we’re new’ card right now

That makes me want to Die in My Body

What’s the DC on democracy?

Thorn cleric level??? Is that new or was that there last ep and I missed it??

Is this just a normal thing that happens??

If you didn’t want me to fuck it up you wouldn’t have had such a whimsical redwall-ass name I am DEAD

Yeah no it’s the accent and the whimsical name it has nothing to do with jwc’s Astronomical talent or storytelling ability

He’s reluctant but he is still a cult leader cmon now

Jesus

OH ok

That was wild few seconds

How is he rolling so well now?

What

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh

Awwwwww

The DEEPEST betrayal from her husband

She’s already dead man

Nuclear radiation did that sweetheart.

What

How do they have guns

Horrifying!

MeatWolf Merch When

They’re coppers now? Maybe don’t? Idk idk idk

Just a thought!

Erika <3

No yeah sometimes you do just need the shit kicked out of you

So… are they gonna tell Bennet that they put spies in the police force

I saw that eye twitch

Gotta nudge the homies

That was such a muppet face Brennan just pulled

What a lovely moment actually

The name bit keeps getting me-

Oppenheimer 😭

Warby Parker is Not that affordable lmaoooo zennioptical.com forever

We’re getting so many sponsors this week

was that just a fritos bit sweetie or did you wanna do something in character I’m dead

Maybe it’s the week I’m having but the jokes are hitting harder this week

The sass

We’re roughhousing :)

After this season I’m gonna try and make an actual timeline of events

Oh god that was just this morning

Aww Erika’s face

That is so purely sweet

Oh they’re GONE

augh

Psychic damage in real life

The energy is wild rn

Lotta strong feelings

Okay here we go

He’s hot though.

Sabotage??? Like by stoats sabotage?

He’d already been exposed to the radiation

Oh my god

Five??

Oh that’s not gonna haunt me at ALL

SHE’LL BE BACK

What the fuck is happening Aabria. Aabria what.

Phoebe?

God I wish I knew more about this specific section of history so I could know what’s in historical context and what’s Burrow’s End lore

God radiation is so fucked up

The shadow puppet show! We found the light and began the world

Ooh I just noticed the gm screen changed and you can see inside now that’s so cool

An egg threat!

I’m

I’m gonna lose it I think

I need to have an in depth understanding of things please

I would like to know what is going on :) I am stressed and confused :)

Plot twist they’re all vegetarian now

Oh my god Aabria you’re brilliant

I am terrified!

Ok it’s 2 am I’m going to sleep and hopefully I don’t have nightmares about stoats I will be back to rewatch and re-freak out tomorrow!

#verbal component #reactions #burrow's end #burrow’s end

[cinnbar-bun]

EPIC OF REMNANT/ EXTRA: KINGDOM HEARTS

A/n: hey! It's one of my pieces for @teenyzines 's Uncharted Worlds zine (please check it out- it's free!)

Summary: After managing to defeat Solomon, Ritsuka is sent to explore a mysterious remnant of a demon god pillar. She's cornered by a mysterious figure, before an unexpected savior shows up.

Crossposted to AO3: here!

She wondered what this world must have been like before it was all incinerated. 

Just as she thought that, Ritsuka pushed it aside and explored the area, finding only dead ends and the material remains of whoever lived here. 

She was truly alone. 

Or at least, she wrongly assumed she was. 

A low chuckle echoed in the darkness and she jumped. 

“Who’s there?” She asked the darkness. 

“Ah… someone from a distant time… a distant place. But that’s no matter. I have something I need to do, and you’re the ‘key,’ Ritsuka Fujimaru,” a male voice answered.

“How do you-” 

“I know plenty of things,” the man responded. He stepped out of the darkness and under the light of a streetlamp. He had spiky, white hair and golden eyes that seemed to glow. “And you’re a ‘Master?’ Correct? That is what that demon told me.” 

Ritsuka shivered under his gaze but tried to remain firm. 

“And if I am?” 

“I’m only asking because I wish for us to join up together as one. It’s my first time being a ‘Servant,’ as you like to call it.” 

Ritsuka could feel the intense energy radiating from him. This Servant didn’t look particularly strong, but his Saint Graph must have been high enough to justify the frightening aura about him. Not to mention, he was working alongside the Demon Gods. 

“Not a chance! You’re my enemy!” 

The man sighed and rolled his eyes boredly. 

“I assumed this would happen,” the man said as he stepped closer to her before grabbing her wrist. “I am Alter Ego, Xehanort. A Beast candidate, on top of that.” 

“Let her go!” Another voice shouted and Ritsuka gasped as she saw three figures seemingly float down to where she was. 

She was confused for a moment at how they looked, with the first being a boy around her age with brown spiky hair and a black outfit. He held a comically large key in his hand and wore a grimace on his face. The second and third figures were an anthropomorphic duck and dog holding a staff and a shield respectively. 

“You three-!” Xehanort growled and the duck angrily stomped around before summoning a barrage of fire at him. Xehanort dragged Ritsuka towards him and leapt out of the way, until the dog with the shield threw his weapon at them. Xehanort retracted his grip on her and she sprawled to the floor, thankful she wasn’t hit by the fast-moving object. The brown-haired boy swiftly stood in front of her, prepared to block Xehanort with his key. 

As if this were a casual meeting, the boy turned to her and smiled. 

“Hey there! I’m Sora. Uh, Saber? I think? I dunno how this works, but I feel that’s the word!” 

“And I’m Donald! Grand Caster!” The duck smirked and chuckled to himself. 

“Gawrsh, I didn’t know you’d be a Grand servant, Donald,” the dog gazed in awe at his friend.

“Nice to meetcha! I’m Goofy, a Shielder!” 

“A Shielder and a Grand Caster servant?” Ritsuka asked in awe. 

“Don’t listen to those animals. The duck is merely a Caster with an above average Saint Graph. You, on the other hand,” Xehanort snarled at Sora. “How the hell are you a Grand Servant?” 

Ritsuka gasped as Sora awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Uh, honestly? I kinda don’t know. One minute I was sleeping and next thing you know I was just here!” Sora shrugged. His carefree demeanor changed back to a serious one as he readied his position once more. “That doesn’t matter though! I’ll beat you again, right here, right now!” 

“Let’s see you try,” Xehanort snapped his finger in response and Ritsuka felt the Demonic Pillar’s energy burst free. Was Xehanort controlling it? What kind of Servant was he? Is that why the Counter Force summoned Sora? 

“You’re on!” Sora shouted before Ritsuka placed her hand on his shoulder. “Wait! Here, let’s form a contract! I’ll help you as much as I can!” She held up her hand and her Command Spells glowed a bright red as the three heroes stretched their hands towards her. 

“A-hyuck! This feels kinda funny, doesn’t it?” Goofy laughed. Donald nodded and waved his staff. 

“Now I really feel like a Grand Caster!” 

“Woah… so I’m a real Servant now?” Sora curiously asked.

“Yep. Follow my lead and we can hopefully get rid of this Demon God.” 

Ritsuka steeled her nerves and shouted commands at her new servants. Xehanort, however, had the power of a Demon God at his disposal and was much sturdier than he looked.

Xehanort summoned a key that looked similar to Sora’s and swung at Sora, who didn’t have enough time to parry his strikes. He teleported behind the Grand Saber and knocked him down with one heavy strike. Goofy tried to stand in front of Donald but before either of them could use their weapons, Xehanort had pushed them back with a flurry of darkness. 

“Now what will you do, Master of Chaldea? All your servants are incapacitated. Will you finally lend me your strength?” 

Ritsuka glared at him and shook her head. 

“I won’t. I won’t ever give myself up to someone like you. Not when I have my friends waiting for me at home!” She stood up and outstretched her arm. “Command Spell: Restore Spirit Origin!” 

“That won’t help you much!” Xehanort smirked manically, readying his weapon. 

“That’s what you think! Gandr!” Ritsuka shouted with all her might. The three servants regained themselves and felt more energized than before, while Xehanort was momentarily paralyzed by Ritsuka’s magic. 

“Sora, unleash your Noble Phantasm. Reinforce All!” She casted a spell and Sora could sense the extra strength within him rising. 

Despite never having done this before, it somehow felt like second nature. 

He closed his eyes and his normal keyblade morphed into a larger red and white key. 

“Donald, Goofy!” He chanted, swiping the Ultima blade on the ground. The Ultima keyblade summoned a heart shaped light, before increasing in size and turning Sora’s outfit white. 

“Step into the light. We’ll line the pieces together, yours and mine. My friends are my power! Ultima Formchange!” 

A large collection of swords burst from the light and rained down upon Xehanort, causing him to scream in agony. Donald and Goofy followed along with their Noble Phantasms and Xehanort crumbled to the ground. 

“Tch- no… this can’t be… how?” Xehanort weakly asked as he was fading into gold sparkles. 

“That’s because the world will never give in to darkness, no matter what. No matter how many dirty tricks you and others like you may pull,” Ritsuka explained.

“Not bad…” Xehanort grinned. 

He couldn’t say another word as he disappeared without a trace. The young Master turned to her servants and gave a tired smile. 

“Thank you guys. Seriously, it was a big help.” 

“Aw shucks, you helped us a bunch, too!” Goofy cheered before he wrapped all of them in a group hug. Ritsuka giggled as Donald cleared his throat. \

“I was the best though, right?” 

“Sure,” Ritsuka jokingly played along. She looked at Sora and ruffled his hair. 

“Hey! I’m not a little kid!” Sora whined, yet he couldn’t help but smile along with her. He was about to celebrate more when the yellow light glowed around all three of them. “Wait, is this goodbye?” 

Ritsuka nodded somberly. 

“You eliminated the Beast-level threat. Your job is complete and you used all your power so… you’ll return to the Throne.” 

“Then how can we meet you again? Can’t you summon us?” Ritsuka looked at him in surprise.

“I could, but since there’s thousands of heroes in the Throne, it might be a while before you ever answer, especially without a catalyst.” 

“A catalyst, huh?” Sora repeated. “Ah! Then take this!” Sora took off his crown-shaped necklace and let it drop in her hands. 

“Really?” Ritsuka gawked at the necklace. 

“Yep! We’re friends now, so I wanna help you more, too!” 

Ritsuka hugged Sora without a second thought. 

“I promise I’ll summon all of you again! I can show you all my friends at Chaldea. You’ll love them!” 

“You better!” Donald threatened in a faux manner. 

“See ya real soon, Ritsuka!” Goofy waved. Ritsuka waved back as the three soon faded into a glorious light. 

She held the necklace tightly against her check and vowed to keep her oath to her new friends.

#kh sora #ritsuka fujimaru #fgo x kh #crossover #zine piece #uncharted worlds #teenyzines #kh zine #zine

[carbonana]

Tumblr has always been a place to me where I ran when I was in discomfort. The moment when I was dealing with my PTSD at its peak and whenever I felt anxious. Wattpad has always been my first choice for fanfiction. I came to Tumblr because of @personasintro primarily and further explored this app. Perhaps love and interlude by @mangowillow was one of my first stories that I read on this app. Yes, I read smuts but that too when it's just a part of the story, not the whole story. I have always been a fluff person. I've yearned for comfort and assurance so when I used to read it in stories between characters, I felt it personally. I liked it. These stories were definitely one of them which were able to radiate their warmth to me. This app became more frequently used than Wattpad over time. A time came when I used to open Wattpad only on any update. Dealing with anxiety and not so good mental health was never a thing I got used to but I tried my best to not to feel too much of anything. I have certain other things too in life which need my equal attention and focus.

One day out of the blue I found an angel, he was beautiful inside out, purest, full of life and positive spirit. Just like everyone says, golden retriever energy. Like this was made for him. Being someone who never got so much admiration and importance, that too genuine was something different yet special and overwhelming for me. I loved him with all my heart. But my mental health issues never went away. That small voice in the back of my head and those damn negative thoughts always scared me of the future. I was happy to meet him but I was more scared to lose him. One day he openly said to me "Please don't leave me, I've always lost those people whom I loved. I don't wanna lose you". Those words were the biggest assurance for me. Finding someone who's scared to lose you as much as you are was a feeling I can never explain. My love for him was growing and blooming day by day. I wanted to have a future with him.

Some days back, I lost him. How, why, what happened..... A very long and dramatic story but I lost him. Neither he's wrong nor me, the situation, the destiny, the reactions are wrong. I Don't know if anything is going to be right any day or not but let's live in this hope. What's wrong with it anyways?

Right now, I am dealing with issues. Mentally drained, physically tired and emotionally broken. And let's not talk about it financially. I was like born broke. Hehe. Having an entrance exam after one month for which I've prepared for one year is not one of the best things that could happen to me in this scenario. But I am trying to deal with it. He's sitting on the complete opposite side of Earth and I know he's not okay either. I hope he'll find a solution to it too. And don't even ask me how strong he is. He is sunshine. I wish I could say my sunshine.

In all this chaos, I found another pure soul @parkdatjimin . I talked to her about everything despite not knowing anything about her and not telling her anything about me. Such a great friend she is. A calm listener, a sensible advisor and what not. Thanks to her for guiding me when I was lost.

I am waiting for the better days. When I will not only laugh but smile from my soul. I hope I'll meet him again one day. Anyway, anywhere but someday. I pray for him to be happier than yesterday and healthier like never before. He deserves everything. I wish I could be a part of his life but ig God has some other plans.

Thanks to him for giving me those days where I waited for his messages like a kid the whole day. I will never stop loving him. I can never stop loving him. May you get everything you want Mr. Caterpillar.

[safesthavenoutsideofexistence]

The 3D is rigged to always be in movement. Seeing Laika profoundly awaken my childlike wonder. Laika and I profoundly each other's childlike wonder. Whatever Magic they were i AM. I'm the Madonna of the now. I'm rigged to have Taylor swift's mindset when it comes to achieving fame. I'm dope I'm a raw vibe. I talk all mystical with a sexy twist. I'm rigged to wake up in my dream reality. I'm rigged to know I'm already in my desired reality. I'm just as impressive back then as i am now. I'm just as impressive now just as i was back then. I'm rigged to be in all the right portals. My intentions have this gravitational pull(chills). I do vaunts to keep in touch with who i am plus I witness it come to life. Wow I'm so powerful i shift with my own mind. They know i have a thong on. They know i would never expose myself like that. I'm Queen. I'm undefeated royalty. I'm so relentlessly optimistic and positive on the within. Because my optimism and positivity holds "as within so without" power(chills). I'm a tangible succubus. I got tangible succubus energy. That ferocious succubus magnetism. Yeah it's energetic.. they tangibly and palpably feel it. And it destroys their sense of reality but in the way that it awakens their childlike wonder. Because where I'm from can destroy someone's sense of reality but in the way it awakens their childlike wonder. Elon Musk want me to show him what time it is. I went to New York Paris Milan and LA Fashion Week i already won. Just by me being me i already won. I'm Godzilla Meet King Kong mentally BITCH. I already staggeringly and monstrously won. They can't even talk shit. They all can't talk shit. They can't talk shit. I'm already ultraformidable. I actually went to Milan Paris LA DANGGGGGGGGGG AND IM ON THE BILLBOARD TOO!!!!!!!!!!! And Godzilla Meet King Kong went viral in just two days. I make elephants fall from the sky. I see Rihanna's coming nearer. Everytime i see Rihanna she's coming nearer everytime because my gravitational pull is that tangibly strong. I make things disappear and appear like nothing. I conjure up my world largest fanbase. I'm rigged to naturally conjure up each and every detail of my desires/dream reality, covering all details. I'm in portals where it works. I'm tangibly a witch they feel tv show-like and movie-like Magic in my veins. It tangibly radiates off of me. I can trust myself because i can use my insanity the right way. They can never forget me. I'm rigged to utilize my limitless power. I'm rigged to utilize the magic of my self-validation. I'm rigged to trust the magic of my self-validation because it undeniably works. I'm rigged to tangibly feel the indisputability of Magic in such a way that doubts about Magic cannot ever appear ever again. LOOOOOL GO HAM. I'm held in the gaze of a God that sees all, knows all and can all do things. I'm rigged to be my own God. I'm reassured of my worthiness, my purpose and my connection to the Divine. I utilize the same magic and power that twitter guy did that caused Kobe's death. My imagination is the validation. Im fucking sexy. They mean it with all of their souls. I can feel they're scared to lose me. Panicking over permanently losing me. Panicking they'll never get a chance with me. And that makes them do crazy things. I'm Immediately loved, admired, and idealized by other people who are captured by my wit, charm, beauty, and bravery. I'm their daily inspiration. I'm my own daily inspiration. I'm rigged to be in wish fulfillment. Yeah I'm beautiful and desirable. I'm Divine. My desires have me naturally finding them ease as well as spawning out of thin air. My desires are my destiny. So my dream reality is rigged to be real. Laika's gonna propose to me on a bridge. Yeah my Magic's that disturbingly real. I invented numbers entire Universes has never seen. Tedtalk: Antonellamania Number views (but in their version an astonishingly improbable amount of number). My reality shifting game only gets far more and more infinitely flabbergasting(chills). I really made it my bitch, my REALITY. I'm rigged to emerge as me.

#vaunts

[terrifictoonman]

~ Raging Mind, Frigid Soul ~

[WP] A young mage inherits a haunted spellbook with a mind of its own. Prompt by Deleted User (Reddit)

[Written on 01/31/2024]

"I'M FREEEEEEEE!" A deep voice tears throughout the halls of a large, ornate mansion. Inside the mansion's library, a stunned teenage boy sits in front of a lit fireplace as if he has just been pushed backward. Above him, a thick book with a grey leather cover hovers above the teenager, engulfed in a dark yellow aura. The book opens, its pages flipping rapidly as an unnatural darkness fills the room. A frigid wind quickly snuffs out the fireplace as well as pulls other books from the shelves.

The *boom* of thunder shakes the room as the book's aura quickly grows, at first taking a humanoid form but then forming a second set of arms on their back and a set of demon horns. This creature grew until there was barely any room left for the teenage boy.

The energy peeled away, revealing pale blueish skin with a patch of white fur along the creature's back. Its body was lean but strong, with yellow energy pulsing through its veins. The creature's face had a set of eyes and a stubby nose but no mouth. Its long, unkept hair cast a shadow over the creature's face, making its now glowing eyes ever more threatening.

Although the creature's eyes didn't have pupils, the teenage boy could feel it stare into the pit of his soul. A line formed vertically along the creature's stomach. As its chest pulls upwards, the line forms into a gaping maw filled with rows of jagged, sharp teeth and two separate dark purple tongues. The creature's breath replaced the cold air with a thick, humid stench.

The creature leans toward the teenage boy, further secluding him in its shadow as his fear reaches an all-time high.

"Hello...human," says the creature. The boy couldn't decide to focus on the menacing eyes radiating with energy or the chasm of blades whose words made his hair stand on ends. The creature takes a deep breath through its nose. "Terror, like a bouquet of flowers freshly cut from the stem. You really know how to welcome a guest."

The boy stammers as adrenalin races through his body, his brain flooding with information. "Shhh, save your words, human, for they are powerful, and you may not have many left. You are a mage, correct?" The boy struggles to nod his head but does so. "Good, then you have an idea of what I am?"

"A-a-a-a dem-m-mon?" stutters the boy.

"Good, human," says the demon. "I am Thundra, Demon God of the Northern Skies, and unless you wish for a long, excruciating death, you will reach out and say my name."

"Th-th-thu-" the boy struggles to speak. As his attempt continues, Thundra bares their teeth, their growl rumbling like a coming storm. The boy's fear silences him once again.

"Forgive me," says Thundra, "I've been sealed away for far too long." Thundra slightly opens their mouth, their two tounges slithering out toward the boy. "I'm quite...hungry." The boy throws his hand out in front of him.

"THUNDRA!" yells the boy. The book slams shut and turns so that the cover faces the boy. Thundra chuckles as their body turns grey and disintegrates.

"I'd brace myself if I were you," says Thundra before they disappear completely. Glowing chains appear from behind the book, wrapping around it. Suddenly, a chain launches at the boy, wrapping around his arm. The boy screams as the chair sears his flesh, the same energy now coursing through his body. He tries to pull the chain off but only burns his other hand.

The boy's hair turns white, his skin is nearly white, and yellow energy glosses over his tear-filled eyes. The chains pull the book to the boy, slamming into his hand. The chains cool, becoming black metal covering for the book and brand on the boy. He lets out a frigid gasp before falling on his back.

As he slowly loses consciousness, the boy sees a female figure standing over him, unable to make out a face except for glowing yellow eyes.

"Huh, you survived," said the figure. "Maybe you weren't the runt your father thought you were after all. Sleep tight, human. Tomorrow, we see how strong you really are." Everything fades to black.

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Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed the story!

If you have any comments, critiques, or criticisms, please don't be afraid to let me hear 'em (as long as they're constructive (or funny)).

Stay safe, keep warm, and be kind to yourself and others.

ToonMan, AWAY!

#creative writing #writing prompt #writeblr #fantasy #writing #demon #mage

[tarnishedxknight]

Mantis wished she wasn’t like this. She wished she was better at keeping calm. But it was so hard. Ever since she was inside the Mad Titan’s head, her own psyche had been troubled, disturbing the peace of mind she had worked so hard to achieve after a lifetime of pain and fear under Ego’s ‘care’. In her sleep, she could still feel Thanos’ mind struggling in her grip. She could see every horrible thing Thanos had ever done, and she couldn’t shake the feeling off no matter how hard she tried.

“I apologize if–” Mantis swallowed. “If my idea of what the soul is comes across as rather technical. I do not wish to interfere with any spiritual beliefs you can possibly have, it’s just… My powers are changing and I’m scared.” Mantis felt lost. She had never understood her powers, but at least, before Thanos, they were static for the most part. They did develop as she trained, but now she didn’t know what they would do next. It made her restless and nervous, which in turn affected her powers, which in turn made her more anxious. And again and again and again in circles. It was exhausting.

Learning that Basch did not resent her was enough to help her calm down. Her expression was still sad, but her tears dried, and her antennae straightened a bit, becoming less droopy. “You… commend us?” Mantis asked with disbelief in her tone. “Oh, thank you. The truth is, he was… essentially unstoppable. I know this because there was a wizard and he had the Time Stone and he saw millions of possible outcomes… and we only won in one.” Mantis shuddered. She couldn’t begin to imagine how Strange felt, having seen all of those timelines. On Titan, the whirl of emotions radiating off him had been so intense, so utterly staggering, Mantis had been able to feel it without even touching him. “All of us tried. The battle of Titan, the battle of Wakanda… Yet he would stop at nothing.”

She was surprised when Basch said she had a very big heart. She didn’t think that was true, but she did not want to argue with him. “What?” Mantis blinked in confusion when he said he should make it up to her. He had done nothing wrong; that much Mantis knew. “No, no, please. There is nothing to make up for. I’m sure I interrupted you while you were going somewhere. I apologize for that.” She smiled a bit as he took her hand to rub it in his own. It was nice, feeling like others weren’t afraid of touching her. He wanted to help her so badly. “You are very kind. Your kind words already helped me enough, I promise.”

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“Nay, please, do not feel you must apologize to me at all,” Basch said with a fatherly gentleness. “You are fully entitled to your own interpretation, and who is to say that yours is not the right one?” he proposed. Basch was not so arrogant as to think he knew everything there was to know about the world and beyond. Far from it, in fact. “If you are more technical, more analytical, and that is your way, then that is who you are. No need to apologize.” Basch’s eyes fell a little as she mentioned spiritual beliefs. “Believe me, my good woman, I and my spiritual beliefs had an irrevocable falling out many years ago. That and... I am no longer on good terms with the gods. The ones I knew perished long ago, but... I resent them still,” he said. “Nevertheless, speak your mind as you wish to. You will no offend me.”

When she said her powers were changing, his brow furrowed. “And this... frightens you? Disturbs you?” He was a bit concerned now, and so he tried to offer advice. “There are many reasons why magic might evolve in a person. Coming of age, a severe trauma that affects the mind, an outside influence which changes a person’s energy or how the magic functions...” he offered. “Try to think of when your powers changed, and you may discover why they changed. But regardless, remember... you are in control of yourself, as long as you wish to be. So if your powers are not what you want, work with yourself to develop them in a different way. Magic can be strong, and it can feel like it is forcing you down a certain path, but we are the arbiters of our own destiny. We have only to take charge of it.”

He smiled when she seemed surprised at his words “Of course I do,” he said with a respectful nod. “Fighting on when all seems lost, when the odds seem insurmountable, is immensely difficult. I know from experience. I have nothing but respect for those who dare to dream that victory is still possible, even well past the point of its likelihood. Because it is worth it, is it not? For that one chance... that just maybe... you might win?” he said, smiling, but there was a sadness to it. Because more often than not, winning wasn’t possible. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try. “Had I been here in this world at the time the Mad Titan invaded, I would have been honored to fight alongside those who stood in his way, to whatever end. A stand taken is as important as the victory or the loss.”

Basch didn’t understand all of what Mantis explained to him, but he vaguely understood that there was some sorcerer who was able to view future outcomes. Millions of them? That concept was terrifying enough to him, for how could one mind carry all that burden? But then to think that, out of all those millions of outcomes, there had been only one in which they emerged victorious... “Truly those were staggering odds, miss,” Basch said, amazed. He’d faced some pretty steep odds in his life too, but... never to that degree. “You and your comrades were very brave to fight on in the face of them.”

“Please, I would like to,” Basch insisted. “I struggle to find purpose since I awoke in this world. In my home kingdom, for years of my life, I would walk the streets and listen to the plights of the people. If I could help hem with their troubles, I often would. It... it made me happy to do so. It gave my life meaning. I would be just as happy to assist you with your own, if you would permit me to.” He continued to hold her hand as he smiled warmly. “I’ve nothing to do at present. You are neither a burden nor a bother, I swear it.” And yet he knew he oughtn’t force her if she didn’t want his help. “Or if there is somewhere else I could escort you or help you with, I am at your service,” he said, leaving it open for her to interpret. 

#main muse: basch #{ knightly avenger } ᵐᶜᵘ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ

[peterparkersnose]

wont shut up about you

canon!peter x reader

word count: 949

warnings: alcohol consumption 

summary: Y/N is Liz Allen’s best friend. She has a horrible crush on Peter, and Liz is sick of hearing about it. So, naturally she invites Peter to one of her parties. 

a/n is alcohol consumption a warning? idk i just want to keep all of you safe, sorry if it seemed stupid. tom is such a cutie oml

read time: 3 mins 27 seconds

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“Liz, this is stupid,” you sighed, sitting down on her couch. “Inviting Peter was a bad idea,” 

“Y/N, I’ve heard you talk about him for weeks now. It’s now or never.” Liz said, placing out plastic cups on her counter. “I doubt he’ll even come,” she laughed. “Hopefully,” you scoffed. “People are going to start showing up soon, come help.”

Liz’s house became alive. Flash’s DJ skills were average, but the people really helped the feel. And so did the booze. You were dancing in Liz’s living room with your classmates when you spotted Ned’s hat. “Jesus,” you whispered to yourself and snuck away to the bathroom. 

“Your okay, calm down. He’s just a boy.” you said to yourself, splashing cold water in your face. You heard a knock on the door followed by a “Y/N?”. It was Liz. “Oh thank god,” you said, pulling her into the bathroom. “What’s wrong?” she asked, placing a hand on your shoulder. “He’s here,” 

Liz’s eyes lit up as she grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the bathroom. “Peter!” she sang out, you tried pulling against her but her grip was too strong. “Oh h-hey!” Peter stuttered. “Hey Liz! Hey Y/N!” Ned said and gave you a warm smile. “Peter have you met my friend Y/N?” Liz asked, getting straight to the point. “Liz,” you gritted between your teeth. “Uh- I think we had pre calc together last semester,” Peter said.

Awwh, he remembered. 

“Well she hasn’t been able to shut up about you lately! You two should talk,”

“Liz! She’s lying uh- i’m sorry- uh,” you stuttered, your face plastered red up to your ears. Peter looked shocked and a bit embarrassed. “I really wish you wouldn’t have,” you gritted between your teeth in Liz’s ear. 

The DJ Flash ringtone went off distracting you all. “Penis Parker!” Flash yelled through the speakers. Peter’s face began to match yours. “Oh, just ignore him.” Liz laughed. You envied her ability to be so social. “You guys want a drink?” she asked the boys. They followed you guys to the kitchen. 

Liz got pulled away by another one of her friends and Peter seemed to disappear, leaving you and Ned together in the kitchen. 

“You know- Peter has this amazing party trick,” he said, smiling to himself. “Oh cool,” you smiled, awkwardly standing around. Ned took a tiny sip of his drink and immediately choked it back up. “Not for me,” he laughed and set down his cup. “So, you haven’t been able to shut up about Peter?” he asked. “Oh, jees, uh Liz likes to exaggerate.” you awkwardly laughed. “Well that’s unfortunate because Peter hasn't been able to shut up about you since pre calc,” Ned said, immediately regretting what he said. “Oh, I mean-” “Ned are you joking?”

“Uh, I don’t know if I should answer that.” he said, feeling guilty. “No because-” “Hey guys!” Liz said, finding you again. You abandoned Ned and pulled Liz back into the bathroom. 

“Ned just- he- uh- Peter- I,” “Y/N calm down! What is it?” “Ned said Peter doesn’t shut up about me,” you breathed. You two squealed. “Okay, okay. You got this!” Liz said and shoved you out of the bathroom, and to your luck straight into Peter. He spilt his drink all over his shirt. “Shit, I’m so so sorry I-” “Oh! No worries,” Peter laughed it off. The awkward energy radiated between you two. “Here, let me help you.” you said, leading Peter into the kitchen. “Really it’s fine you don't have to,” he said, his shirt sopping wet with alcohol. “This is un fixable- shit. Come with me,” you said grabbing his hand, ignoring the horrible tension between you two. 

You lead him into Liz’s older brother’s room. He was currently in college and had left some old clothes here. You rummaged through his closet as Peter sat on the bed. You pulled out an old tourist shirt that said ‘I survived my trip to NYC’. “Perfect,” 

You threw him the shirt and turned around for him to change. The shirt was about three sizes too big for him. “I can put the other one in the wash, if you’d like.” you offered. “Uh, yeah, sure. Probably a good idea, I don't want my Aunt coming home to find me smelling of beer,” he laughed. You smiled. “I’m really sorry about all of this- all of tonight.” you sighed, crumpling up Peter’s wet shirt in your hand. “It’s alright. It’s my first party anyways, I had no clue what to expect.” he smiled. “Your first party?” you asked. Peter nodded his head. “You want to dance?” you asked him. His eyes lit up. “S-sure,” he smiled. On the way to the dance floor you threw his shirt in the wash. 

Flash was playing all the party classics. “How do I do this?” Peter yelled over all the noise. “Here, just go with the rhythm.” You said, pulling his hands around your waist. Your bodies intertwined and danced to the rhythm of the songs. “I love this song!” Peter whispered in your ear as the song changed. He put his arms around you once again and his forehead against yours. He could smell the alcohol on your breathe. You felt the natural pull of gravity between your lips and his. Peter was hesitant, but you made the first move. You didn't know if it was the adrenaline or the booze going through your system but you kissed him hard. 

“P-p-penis Parker getting some action on the dance floor!” Flash announced. You kept kissing Peter and gave flash the finger. The two of you danced until the end of the night.

#peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker one shot #spiderman #peter parker headcanon #tom holland #cannon!peter parker #tom holland peter parker #spiderman homecoming #spiderman no way home #spiderman far from home #peter parker #marvel #mcu #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shots #peter parker fluff #peter parker cute #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #aunt may #ned leeds #MJ Jones #liz allen #spiderman homecoming imagine #spiderman imagine #tom holland spiderman #peterparkersnosework

[junisfics]

Blurred Lines* — Armin Arlert

Request:

Can I request a first time with Armin? Like it’s his first time with the reader

Summary: After a particularly emotionally draining mission, Reader tells Armin she can’t wait any longer

Warnings: Fluff, Smut / Nsfw 18 + (Loss of Virginity, Unprotected Sex), Graphic Depictions of Violence, Brief Descriptions of Illness

Word Count: 3.3k

Notes: yes i hc armin as having a big ole dick on him... have u seen the energy he radiates?

Your legs are pulled up against you with knees resting against his chest. He holds you between his legs and you both sit messily on his bed.

Armin's hands were careful as they comforted you, his palms that glide over the planes of your back and sending shivers down your spine. You cried quietly into his neck with an arm draped around his shoulder, the other resting gently at the base of his neck.

He whispers solace nothings into your hair;

"It's not your fault."

"It's okay, y/n."

"I'm sorry you had to see that."

It was a child. Torn mercilessly in half in their own kitchen. Blood and insides strewn everywhere from the sheer brutality and force that they were ripped apart. It was only their upper half, blood pouring from their mouth and a blank look in their eyes. They're neck had obviously broke from the fall, the contortion of the limb dramatic, head jerked violently to the side.

You threw up in a garden, stomach emptying itself over a bundle of fruits. Armin had held your ponytail back as your tears mixed in with the vomit that dribbled down your chin. You'd hiccupped over and over as you cleared your throat. The image burned into your eyelids.

He pulls your face into his hands, shifting you to face him as you sit cross legged between his legs. His eyes are gentle and kind, brimmed with their own tears that threaten to spill over. His hands are warm, comforting and tender, thumb brushing over your cheekbones.

"Shh, it's okay."

He can't stop your crying or the incoherent words that spill from your lips as your tired eyes look into his. It pains his heart and soul, choking back tears of his own.

"Armin - they - their intestines - " You hiccup with every cry, head bobbing in his hands. You fist his shirt in your hands, crying to him as if he wasn't there himself.

"y/n, you need to calm down." He soothes, using a hand to flatten the hair atop your head and tucking it behind your ear.

"I - Armin - it - it was a child."

He didn't know what to do. His heart aches in his chest. He wanted to take your pain away.

You didn't understand why this singular event had such a traumatic effect on you. You'd seen plenty of dismembered bodies before. Something about the way their eyes were empty and lifeless struck a nerve inside you.

He pulls your face to his and presses his lips to yours. You hiccup once then twice into his mouth but takes them in, only pressing you harder against him.

It's the only thing he's sure will calm you down and shut you up. He drinks in your sobs, salty tears slipping past his lips and onto his tongue. His kiss drowns you as you kiss him back passively,

His lips are gentle, moving smoothly and carefully against yours, sending warmth throughout your once panicked body. Just like that you're grounded, brought back to Earth and brought back to him.

You need more.

You lean into him, getting up to your knees and standing on them so his head tilts upwards for his lips to stay pressed to yours. You take your legs and bring them to the outsides of his and he follows suit and brings his legs closer so if you would sit you’d straddle his thighs.

His comforting hands fall from your face to your waist with an uncertain undertone.

Does he let you continue? 

Obviously, rather indecent thoughts have crossed his mind more then once during this occasion but his guilt stricken conscience has prevented him from pushing you any further; that... and well... the fact that neither of you have done anything past feeling each other up as well as the clear fact that you’re in a negative headspace.

His thoughts go out the door as you crawl further up his body, pressing down on his chest so he lays flat on the bed, head coming down on the pillow. You sit down onto his lap and are unexpectedly ( to you at least ) greeted by his semi hard erection that’s beneath you.

You walk dangerously close to the unspoken line you have both set; the line of experience and inexperience, of comfort and uncertainty... desperation and satisfaction.

Your chest is flush against his as you kiss at his used lips before making your way down his chin and jaw. Your fingernails scratching at his toned chest. His mouth drops open and eyes fluttering back closed as your lips kiss and bite at the fragile skin just below his jawline, hands gripping at your hips a little to tightly to feint composure.

“y/n, I don’t - I don’t think this is the best idea -” He opens his eyes. He struggles restraint.

He wants nothing more then to kiss and hold and feel you, to have his hands travel over every inch of your bare skin and tangled in your hair. He wants to kiss you until neither of you can breathe right so you pant desperately into his mouth and cling to him like a lifeline.

You sit up, just enough so you can look into his deep blue eyes and take in the flustered expression on his face.

“I want to, I need you. Armin, please, give me this. I’m ready.” You plead, his face back in your hands and noses bumping together as you beg for him.

His breath gets caught in his throat as he desperately tries to maintain composure. He wants to give himself to you, place himself directly in your hands and have you take everything you could ever need from him, but he has no idea if you’re in the right place to make the same decision for yourself.

“I want to forget, just make me forget.” You mumble against his lips.

With that, he hands himself over and the line between desperation and satisfaction is blurred like ink on wet paper.

In answer he sits up, slightly bumping his forehead to yours before grabbing the neck of his shirt and pulling it roughly over his head. You waste no time in doing the same crossing your arms around your torso and grabbing opposite sides of the hem of your shirt and pulling upwards. 

His cock twitches beneath you as his eyes land on the foreign skin of your stomach and chest. He’s filled with complete and utter need.

His hands seem to have minds of their own as they grab at the exposed skin of your ribs, gliding over the goosebump ridden flesh, eyes drinking in the milky canvas before him. Once he realizes his actions he pulls back, eyes returning to yours and hands once back at your clothed hips.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t ask if that was okay-”

You shut him up the same he did to you, pressing your lips back against his.

“No, please... touch me.” You whisper, raking your fingers through his tousled hair, “It’s okay”

As much as you appreciate his consideration, you lack the patience.

He does as you wish. Hands return to untraveled panes of flesh that send whimpers up your throat and heat flooding south to where you need him the most. Every inch of your bodies tremble with arousal and inexperience but you wouldn’t dare stop.

You drag your hips experimentally across his, feeling his now completely stiff length glide against you in torturous pleasure. You let out the first real moan he’s heard from you into his mouth and his pants grow uncomfortably tight. 

His chest is warm against yours, still clothed nipples dragging across the toned muscle. You knew Armin would have at least some muscle on his lanky body thanks to the strenuous training the Survey Corps had provided, but never would you have expected to be feeling the extent of toned ridges of his muscle beneath your fingertips.

You take one of his wrists in your grasp and pull him so he rolls on top of you, his waist between your thighs and forearms coming to brace himself beside your head.

“Take these off.” You mutter, grabbing at the sides of your pants and yanking them, lifting your hips in the process to both pull the waistband over your backside and get closer to him.

Your undergarments, his pants, his boxers. Three layers between you.

His mind goes blank, listening to your words and aimlessly pulling the clothing down your legs and tossing it beside the bed. He does the same while he’s standing, stripping himself of his pants and revealing the painful tent in his boxers.

Undergarments. Two layers.

He returns to you, left knee between your legs, cock brushing up against your thigh thanks to the slight bend in your knees.

It’s not as scary as you’d thought. You’re going completely off instinct, trusting your gut and going with the flow. He brings comfort to your nervous body with his own, sturdy and strong. 

Cautiously, his mouth attaches to your neck, licking and nipping against the skin before him and unintentionally leaving deep purple marks in his wake. Multiple mouth shaped bruises are left down your neck and chest without thought, then leading to the tops of your breasts.

He doesn’t know what to do. This is where he has no clue what he’s doing anymore.

You use your abdominal muscles to sit up just enough to reach behind you and unclasp your bra.

He panics.

“Armin, look at me.”

He does.

“I don’t know what to do next either.” You admit, a soft smile upturning your lips, “All I know is that I need you right now.”

“God, me too, I need you so bad, so fucking bad.” His voice is raspy, grained with lust.

Your stomach twists at his use of an expletive. Seeing him like this. Seeing him unfiltered and unhinged awakens a deeper part of you that sends your heart up your throat.

You. He needs you. Not anyone else on this godforsaken planet. He wants you. 

He kisses you again, and with his left wrist back in your hand you guide it down your tense stomach and to the waistband of your panties. When you can feel him moving on his own accord you release your grip. His fingertips are cold as they dip beneath the waist band and tickle the skin below your navel, sending your back arching up against his forearm. 

“I’ve never- you’re gonna need to guide me.” He drops his forehead against your own.

“Um - so there’s this -”

“I - um - know my anatomy, y/n, just tell me what you like.” The corners of his lips threaten to upturn in a smile.

Something about him wanting to make you feel good sends excitement coursing through your veins.

Just tell him what you like, y/n.

You go blank.

What do you like?

You’re brain goes a mile a minute trying to search for when you’ve experienced the most pleasure. Scanning over memories of you tucked under the covers, hand between your thighs and eyes shut tight as you imagined his hand instead of yours. The pads of your fingers circling your clit teasingly light to where your own hips were bucking up against you and begging for more.

Yeah, you liked that.

“Be gentle,” You say quietly, “Tease me.”

He does what he’s told.

Hand slipping lower on your body until his middle finger can search gently for your clit, and once it does so it presses down with a featherlike touch. It’s different. It’s oh so different having his fingers touch you compared to yours. It feels immensely better, senses heightened by thousands. And when his fingers press in tender circles you feel like you could explode.

“A - Armin -” You whimper for him, his eyes that were once trained to your center meet yours, blown with lust.

“Is that - that okay?” He asks, seemingly out of breath.

“Fuck - yeah.” Your voice flies a pitch upwards in response and just as you had predicted your hips stutter up against his hand, wanting more.

He was in complete and utter awe. Was this truly his doing? Was this because of him? The way your body reacted to his touch was exhilarating and had him on edge.

With another wave of pleasure your hand flies to his wrist, not to stop him, no, but to brace yourself. Nothing in your entire life could have prepared you for the way he was making you feel. 

His fingers retreat, “Shit - sorry - did I do something wrong?”

He’s completely out of breath, chest dragging against you as he pants. He has to control himself or he’s not going to last. Just feeling your body twitch and grind against him is enough to tip him over and if he didn’t compose himself soon he wasn’t going to get the chance of being inside you.

“N - no, more, give me more.” You beg, digging your nails into his forearm and feeling the muscle flex under your grasp as his hand obliges. 

He swallows a groan at the feeling of your slick coating his fingertips. You were so ready for him

“D - Did I do this?” His tone isn’t teasing, it’s completely genuine with surprise and incredulity. 

His dick throbs painfully in his boxers as you whimper out a little ‘mhm’ in response to his question, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

Slowly, but not annoyingly so, he pushes his middle finger inside you with ease and something between a moan and a gasp leaves your lips at the sensation. When he’s buried himself to the knuckle he takes your mouth in his to distract him from the feeling of you clenching around his finger.

“I - I want another," You say against his lips.

He removes his finger slowly to relish the way the wet of your walls drag across his digit. He replaces the one finger with two, middle and ring finger entering you effortlessly.

Then languidly, he pumps his fingers in and out of your heat, kissing your neck with an open mouth. Your back arching against his warm body and legs trembling. When his fingers curl slightly to hit that perfect spot inside you, your mouth falls open in an inaudible sob and right hand slapping the bed and gripping the sheets.

His own jaw slacks in reaction and a string of curses follow under his breath and he feels himself pathetically teetering the edge of release as he grinds desperately against your thigh for some kind of relieving friction.

With a few more strokes of his fingers against your slick walls you’ve climbed your high and threatening to spill over his digits. It was all too much to fast.

“Stop - wait -” You whine and his fingers withdraw only moments after you speak.

“Are you okay?” He says in a breathy whisper.

“I want,” You pause to think, picking the words over in your head to try and express your need, “I want to cum on your cock,”

His brain short circuits, mind going completely blank. He could feel his heart ramming against his ribcage. He’s brought back to life by your pleading voice.

“Please,” One of your gentle hands come to rest on his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

He nods, not even able to force words out of his mouth, then gets to his knees embarrassingly fast to pull the remainder of your clothes off your bodies.

Seeing you in this state of vulnerability and exposure had his tender heart swelling in his chest. Even covered in scars and bruises you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen... and so sure that he will ever see. You’re perfect. You’re lovely eyes filled with lust and admiration as you look up to him, arms crossing over your torso as you grow slightly uncomfortable with the time he takes to stare at you.

“You’re - you’re so beautiful.” He says, leaning back over you to press comforting kisses across the planes of your chest and neck before returning once more to your lips. 

As his hips slide between your legs his cock brushes up against you, skin on skin. Zero layers. He shudders at the feeling, the arm beside your head that braces him up shakes under pressure.

“Is this okay?” He looks in your eyes to search for even the tiniest glimpse of doubt behind them... and he finds none.

“Yes, please.”

Glancing between your bodies that are slick with sweat and arousal he takes himself in his hand, pumping his fist over himself a few times before pressing the head at your entrance.

“It’s-s gonna hurt... a little,” He can’t even focus. You’re so wet, so warm against him. He needs to feel you. For someone who’s never struggled with patience before he’s sure as hell struggling now.

“It’s okay, please, I promise”

He pushes painfully slow into you. His mouth on yours, hair tickling your face.

He was right. It hurts... but it hurts so fucking good. His length stretches you open and filling you so immensely full. The pain is manageable, you were so ready for him. 

And now you’re so tight for him. Your slick heat swallows him, pulling him to the hilt and sending the head of his cock against your cervix. You cry out, hands clawing at the hard muscles in his back as he gives you a moment for adjustment.

Once you’re comfortable you grind your hips slowly against his and savoring the changes in pressure as he shifts within you.

“You can move,” You say, locking your ankles at the base of his spine.

His forehead falls to your collarbone to groan against your skin, “J - Just give me a second.”

If he’d move, he would have most definitely came inside you... and he tries his best to stop the mere thought of it from flooding his head.

Afters a few heartbeats of rest he pulls back, sliding his cock out of you before thrusting back in a little faster then before.

You can feel every inch of him stretching you open, every ridge and vein that lines his pretty dick drags across your walls. Moans spill shamelessly from your lips and onto his, his tongue now licking at your open mouth and high on the taste of you.

All of a sudden the weight of him inside you begins to feel really fucking good. His pace increasing, pulling his length all the way out before slapping his hips back against yours.

"I'm not going to last, I'm sorry -" He says, slipping his right hand over your cheek and into your hair and looking into your eyes.

"Me neither - Armin I -" Your head tilts up the sky and he kisses your jaw before speaking to you.

"Look at me, please." He whispers.

You do, you gaze back into his kind eyes as you succumb to him, putting yourself in his palms as you feed off of each other to climb your orgasms. When he hits that spot inside you with his head you spill over, gushing around him.

He follows suit, burying himself as deep as he can go and emptying himself of everything he has inside you.

You milk him dry.

Your chests heave against eachother as he presses a bruising kiss to your swollen lips.

The lines were walked over, crossed, blurred, obliterated... and it was okay.

#armin arlert smut #armin arlert x reader #aot smut #junis requests

[toxicruins101]

A night that's painted with stars.

C!Tommy x Magic!Brotherly!Male!Reader

PLATONIC

TW: None just fluff, one of the few since angst is my strong suit lol.

As Tommy tucked in Shroud he looked out the window and the moon's light shan upon Shrouds room and the boy himself.

Tommy sat up, closed the windows and closed the curtain, he sighed and walked out the room.

He did the same with all the windows and curtains before he went outside.

He reached out and felt a magic barrier, y/n had cast it, by tommy's request of course. Tommy said it was incase Dream came by he knew dream was unpredictable and phycotic so he took every safety messure he could get his hands on.

But sometimes he regretted it, he was really tired of having to say this weird enchanted word in 'old draconic' to open the gate as y/n called it.

Ah, y/n, that cheered up Tommy a little.

Not only was y/n a mage that focused on dragon magic and fire magic, he was kind and sarcastic the kind of person you just want to be around in a bad day.

Y/n was like a brother to Tommy, he had been there were no else was for him.

Tommy's thought's were cut off by a voice just aside the barrier.

"Troble sleeping? I assumed so the barrier's first days radiates strong heat waves, makes it hard for one to sleep" said y/n smiling at tommy.

"Yeah, I noticed that, it has been warmer since you put up the barrier." Said Tommy smiling and turning over to look at y/n.

"Good, your dirt shack is not one of the warmest places in the SMP, might I say." Said y/n smiling and looking back at tommy with a smirk.

"No need to remind me man, but how does the barrier do that anyways?" Said tommy standing a little closer and seeing this weird symbols show up.

"Well you see the simbols appearing when you got closer?" said y/n getting closer to the gate and putting his hand over it as the symbol appeared once again.

"Yeah, I do." Said tommy

"Well these symbols are called fire runes, each rune represents something, the ones around your house are dangerpfroof runes, they protect whatever and whoever inside it with primal energy coming directly from it's source." Said y/n casting a spell and summoning symbols of different runes.

"Each rune represents something, there are also runes that represent their primal source, runes go way back to when even the god's were first born." Said y/n showing different illusions and runes to demonstrate more easily what he was talking about.

"Wow..." said tommy looking around at the illusions, as he saw the illusions saw old mages finding the runes and helping city's and villages, war's fought with valor and won with even more, all this with the help of some little weird symbols.

"That's amazing, I wish I could do magic" Said Tommy as the illusions faded and y/n stepped inside the barrier, oh yeah, tommy forgot to mention y/n could enter whenever he wanted mainly cause he's one of the only people he trusts.

"Well to do magic you need to be conected to the source, take for example moon magic, to do moon magic you need to be conected to the primal source wich of course is the moon." Said y/n following tommy inside.

"Was I born connected to a primal source?" Said Tommy looking over at y/n

"Other than your mother, I would suppose yes." Said y/n looking at Tommy with a smile.

"What do you mean my mothe- wait, I'm connected to a primal source?" Said tommy quickly realizing what the man beside him said.

"Yes, you are connected to a primal source tommy." Said y/n smiling and taking a sit on tommys sofa and turning on the candle plus grabing a book.

"No way! Wich one?!." Said tommy with excitment and sitting beside y/n

"I figured this day would come." Said y/n closing the book and standing up taking tommy's hand as tommy sat up confused.

Y/n opened a portal and guided tommy through.

They both crossed the portal and now they were in y/n's living room.

"Tommy you are connected to sky source, where the wind goes it follows you." said y/n grabbing a necklace of sorts and putting it around tommy.

Suddenly tommy felt something in his back.

He looked and there were...wings? Giant beatiful red wings

"How in the hell?.." Said Tommy

"They have always been there tommy you just have never been able to see them or feel them, as you grew up so did they." said y/n smiling as he fixed the wings.

"How come I didn't know of this?" Said tommy looking at the (h/c).

"You never asked." said y/n shrugging and smiling.

Tommy looked at him and tried to fly or move the wings only to end up face first in the ground as y/n snickered and chuckled in the background.

"Oh tommy, you do not just fly and wow your done and ready, first you need to know, sky magic." said y/n lifting up the boy from the floor.

"Sky magic is amazing." said y/n guiding tommy around the room in a majestic way like they were dancing.

"When you use sky magic you are connecting to the sky's and air itself, with every breath you take magic course through you, you can control storms, lighting, tornados, as they all bend at your wil" said y/n still guiding tommy through the place till they abruptly stoped.

Runes glowed beneath them and the places they where, and instead of the orangey red he always saw, he saw a light blue shining.

"Sky magic blossoms with every step you take tommy, you just need to understand and let it flow through you, let it be another part of yourself, not something you should control or be afraid of rather something you love and let be a apart of yourself." Said y/n as he led tommy to a dim black place and started creating amazing real life things and people created out of fire all while he was speaking, there were dragons to warriors and familys.

Y/n stopped talking and looked at tommy a smile on his face.

"Can you teach me how to learn sky magic?" Said tommy excitedly as he looked at y/n with a smile on his face.

"Of course Tommy, after all, today,

Is a night that is painted with stars."

#fanfic #reader insert #writing #tommy x reader #tommyinnit x sibling reader #x male reader #tommyinnit x y/n #platonic #fluff

[forever-rogue]

Sprinkle of Cinnamon

Summary | Another dull day at your coffee shop turns much better when an unexpected visitor becomes your favorite regular. 

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 4k

Warnings | none

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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The sound of muffled voices - disjointed laughter, a few groans. The ticking of the aging clock on the wall above the front counter. Tick tock tick tock. The sound of the oven timer in the back of the shop. The scrape of pastry knives on cutting boards. The sip of coffee through a to-go cup lid. 

It had all become such a stable part of your life that you could have cried from boredom. Before your regularly scheduled 3:02pm sigh, the door opened, the bell above it twinkling merrily. Your eyes peeled up from your book in surprise at the sudden break in monotony. Casting a furtive glance at the door and stashing your book away, you tried to see who the surprise intruder was. 

Your breath immediately hitched in your throat as you peeked through the pastry case and noticed that it was a man - a very handsome one at that. He was tall and lithe, dressed in dark jeans, topped off with a black shirt and leather jacket. He whipped off his sunglasses and tucked them into his pocket as he looked around the small coffee shop. His eyes were a striking cerulean, contrasting nicely to his dark hair. Classically handsome and modernly well-dressed. 

Shit, shit, shit. Were you really just staring at him pathetically, hiding behind pastries instead of greeting him and welcoming him into your humble little shop?

“H-hi,” your voice. It actually cracked on a one-syllable little word. You wished the ground would swallow you up whole then and there. Rolling your eyes, you cleared your throat and tried again, “hi.”

“Hello,” he shot you a quick glance, a smile gracing his features as he held up a hand and wiggled his fingers. Was everything he did, or at least the two things you’d seen him do - pulling off his sunglasses and greeting you - attractive? Or was he just the first person under fifty you’d had come through in days? 

“Hi,” you repeated, already internally groaning as he laughed lightly and came over to you. He approached the counter slowly, taking everything in stride as he looked around the homely little shop. He looked like a god in this small space, making everything seem old and worn, “what can I get you?”

“Hi again,” he smiled lightly as he leaned against the counter, watching you with keen eyes. You felt a flush of warmth well up in your cheeks as you bit on your lip and stared at the top of the counter, “I don’t take anything special - but you do have a strong dark roast?”

“We do,” that much you could happily offer him. Making a cup of coffee should be an easy and simple thing, “do you take anything in it? A little bit of sugar? Some syrup or creamer?”

“No, thank you,” a little half smile, half smirk combo pulled on the corners of his mouth, “but whatever you have that’s strongest, I’ll take it black.”

“Black? N-no creamer or sugar? Why do you hate yourself that much?” you couldn’t help but blurt it out. As soon as you did, your hands flew to your face in embarrassment as he immediately broke into a fit of laughter. Oh no. This man was going to think you were an absolute clown - whatever chance you had of him thinking anything to the contrary was now long gone, “I-I-I didn’t mean it! I’m so sorry...I should haven’t-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he insisted as he calmed himself down, “it’s not the first time, nor will it be the last, I’ve been asked that. You know, you just grow up with it a certain way, you get used to it.”

“Did your mother never let you try different creamers?”

“Something like that,” there was a huff of laughter as his tongue darted and wet his lips. You tried not to stare. It was a herculean task, “I’ll just take that - the largest cup. Ummm...any pastries you recommend?”

“I like the bear claws,” you shrugged lightly, still embarrassed by your earlier guffaw, “they’re always a good go-to. Do you like them?”

“Tolerable,” he admitted as you giggled lightly, “well then, I’ll take your largest and strongest coffee and a bear claw.”

“I thought you said they were tolerable?”

“I did,” he agreed, “but you recommended it and you look like someone I can trust. And besides that, they do actually look pretty good.”

“I do? They do??”

“You do," he nodded, “unless you’re doubting your own recommendations?”

“Not at all,” you offered up a confident smile of your own, “I’ll have it right up.”

"How much do I owe ya?" he pulled out his wallet but you quickly shook your head, playfully swatting his hand away.

"Its on the house," you insisted softly, feeling shy and nervous suddenly, "for bringing me the most amusement I've had in hours...probably days."

“I’ll get you back,” he grinned as he walked over to one of the empty tables facing the window. You tried to calm your inner squealing down as you watched him walk away, quickly facing the other way when once he sat down facing you. As you got to work on making his coffee, you could swear you could feel his eyes glued to you. But every time you sneaked a glance at him, you found him looking down at his phone, a little smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth. 

It wasn’t long before you finished his coffee and grabbed a fresh pastry from the back and slowly walked it over to him, a new flood of nerves welling up in your tummy. He was handsome - more so than should be allowed - and he looked slightly familiar. It was almost like you were positive you had seen him before, but just couldn’t place where. 

“Here you are,” you set everything in front of him with a flourish as he looked up at you and grinned, “if it’s good, I made it all, if it’s terrible, I wasn’t here.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great,” he promised, shooting you a wink as you offered a small wave and turned to go back to your station behind the counter. But before you could get more than a few feet away, you couldn’t help but spin on your heel as you faced him.

“Do I know you?” you blurted out, your face growing warm as soon as the words left your mouth. He seemed taken aback for a moment and his face flushed lightly as shook his head, “I’m so sorry, it’s just....you just look so familiar…”

“I think I’d remember if we’d met before. I wouldn’t forget seeing a face as pretty as yours,” he said softly. Completely turning the table as you tried not to completely melt into a puddle on the floor. You bit your lip before playfully rolling your eyes and walking away, “hey - what’s your name, coffee girl?”

You turned around and offered him your name before giving him a little mock bow, “but coffee girl works too, coffee purchaser - or do you happen to have a name?”

“Bu-James,” he quickly caught himself as you raised an eyebrow and tried not to laugh too much. His face immediately turned a shade darker as he stared at his coffee.

“Well, Bu-James,” you teased with a wink, “it was nice meeting you. Enjoy your coffee!”

You darted away and to the back as you attended to the pastries that needed to be prepared for tomorrow. Your body was practically buzzing with exciting energy as you tried to focus on the dough and batters, rather than the nervous fluttering in your tummy. Funny how one stranger could turn your whole day around. 

“Silly girl,” you whispered to yourself, vainly attempting to ground yourself in reality. It was one stranger - albeit incredibly handsome and funny - and that was all. Nothing more and nothing less. As soon as he left he wouldn’t even remember the fool that brought him his coffee, Meanwhile, you knew he would be lingering in your mind for some time. A heavy sigh escaped your lips before you finally focused on your work. 

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It was a rainy afternoon, a completely out of the blue summer storm that had caused everyone to revel in the coolness while you were stuck working. It was even more boring than normal - if that was even possible. You cleaned over the same spot on the counter for the tenth time, glaring at it as you tried to eliminate it for good. 

“Hey coffee girl,” your heart practically did somersaults in your chest at the sound of the familiar voice. Be cool, be cool, you repeated to yourself several times before slowly turning to face the door. There he was - in all his golden glory, pulling sunglasses off and sticking them in jacket pocket as he approached, “just who I was hoping to see.”

“H-hey James,” you stammered nervously, dropping the rag to the side as you offered him a small smile. He strolled over at a leisurely pace before leaning on his elbows on the counter and resting his face in his hands. He watched you with a lazy little smile, “what are you doing here?”

“At a coffee shop?” he quirked an eyebrow at you in amusement, causing you to groan before the two of you shared a laugh, “I was thinking a coffee sounded good.”

“And does it?” you turned and gestured to the grinder as he nodded lightly, “coming right up. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be outside enjoying the nice summer rain?”

“I’ve seen enough rain,” he shrugged as he watched you work, admiring your deft hands and the concentrated  look on your face, “besides, there’s something I wanted to enjoy even more.”

“Oh? And what could that be?” you topped his coffee off with just a sprinkle of cinnamon, “it was the bear claw, wasn’t it?”

“That was pretty good, but that’s not it,” he promised as you handed him the coffee. He gratefully took the coffee and held it to his nose, taking a moment to smell and inhale the delicious scent, “maybe it’s the coffee girl.”

“Stop,” you grabbed the rag and playfully swatted his arm with it, “you don’t have to pretend to be all nice and what not to get the coffee. As far as I’m concerned, it’s on the house.”

“Even if that was the only reason I was here, what’s the reason for it being on the house today?” he leaned in even closer and you could practically feel the warmth of his body radiating onto you. Where his eyes even bluer up close? Was his smile really that magical? Shit. You were in deep and you’d barely even spoken to the man. 

“I highly doubt the shop will dismantle because of one cup of coffee-”

“Two.”

“Fine - two cups of coffee I’ve given away,” you mirrored his position and the two of you watched each other closely, “and besides, maybe the company isn’t too bad at all, James.”

“I’ll take what I can get,” he grinned as the tips of his ears flushed red, “I-”

Just before he could say anything else, the bell above the door twinkled and a small group of people clambered in. You wanted to groan and wished you could tell them to leave, but instead you tore your gaze away from James and to the new arrivals. 

“Sorry,” you murmured softly as he nodded in understanding. You straightened up and reluctantly made your way to the other side of the counter. Before he could leave, you stole another glance at your newly anointed favorite customer and shot him a shy smile. 

Bucky watched you for a few moments before taking his coffee and heading for the door. He caught your eye briefly before raising his arm and giving you a quick wave. You timidly raised a hand in response and crooked your fingers, reluctant to see him go. This had to be the one time you’d had a sudden influx of customers.

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It had been several weeks since you’d last seen James. Fifteen days to be exact. Not that you were counting or anything. Things just hadn’t been quite the same since. Days seemed to drag on and no matter how many customers you had been getting, both old and new, no one was quite the same as him. Everyone was so average. 

Before the break in his regularity, he was making it a habit of coming every other day or so, even if it was just for a few moments to say hi and grab a coffee before heading out for work. You come to enjoy his presence, and getting to know little bits and pieces of him. You should have known better than to slowly fall for a regular customer. Sigh. 

It was a slow evening, and you’d made your rounds and checked on the few customers that were lingering in the shop, doing things such as studying or reading. You’d cleaned the bar and counters down a couple of times by now, and decided if you cleaned any further you’d wipe them away altogether. You pulled out a book you’d been wanting to get to forever, deciding you might as well make some use of your time.

“Slacking on the job?” you almost jumped out of your stool at the sound of the familiar voice, slamming your book shut in surprise, “sorry, coffee girl, didn’t mean to scare you!”

“James,” you immediately knew who it was from his warm chuckle as you clutched at your racing heart, “y-you didn’t scare me…”

“Hmm,” he was leaning against the counter, watching intently as you put your book away, “is that why you jumped out of your seat and almost threw the book at me?”

“Yup,” you agreed with a shy smile, mirroring his position, “definitely why.”

“You can admit you were scared,” he insisted, “you’re pretty cute when you’re scared.”

“Shut up,” you bit your lip as you studied the wood grain in the seemingly ancient counter. He nudged his elbow lightly with yours, causing you to turn your attention back to him. The two of you stared at each other quietly for a few moments, “you came back.”

“Of course I came back,” he said as if it were obvious he would. You had certainly had your doubts - after all, why would he waste his time coming back to a small little hole in the wall? He tilted his head to the side and gave you a curious look, “did you think I wouldn’t?”

“I...ummm...no, I didn’t,” you confessed quietly, “it’s just, you were gone for a few weeks and then...this place doesn’t exactly seem to fit your vibe is all.”

“I was...working,” he admitted, although judging by the use of the word working, you couldn’t help but wonder what he did, “and trust me, this place is much more my style than anything fancy or whatever you want to call it. I came back as soon as I could.”

“Whatever for?”

“Really?” he laughed as your face felt warm and you hid behind your hands, “maybe it was for the excellent coffee, maybe for the coffee girl.”

“You’re too much,” you said as you reluctantly met his eyes, “you want a cup? I can make you one…”

“I’d love some,” he nodded, “but only if it’s with whatever little thing you do to it.”

“A sprinkle of cinnamon,” you confessed as you pointed to the freshly ground cinnamon you’d prepped earlier in the day. A look of surprise crossed his face as he just grinned at you, “it’s my secret little go, if I didn’t tell you, you’d never know. But it just adds a little something.”

“It makes it-” he was quickly cut off by the loud vibrating of his phone. He rolled his eyes and sighed as you laughed before fishing it. As soon as he saw who was calling him, he sighed again and gave you an apologetic look before answering, “what?”

Your eyebrows shot up as you tried to hold back your giggles at his exasperation. You busied yourself with brewing him a fresh cup and tried not to listen in too much - you were curious but not nosy. Singing quietly under your breath, you had his brew ready in no time. When you turned around, James was looking at you with a guilty little expression. 

“Everything alright?” you set the coffee down in front of him as he gratefully took it.

“I have to go,” he confessed, and he actually seemed reluctant to do so, “it’s...work. It’s just...pretty important. I’m sorry...I wanted to stay.”

“Now you’re being crazy,” you insisted, although the idea that he actually came to see you, made your heart skip a few beats, “go and take care of something much more important! If you need a cup of coffee once in a while, you know where to find me.”

“Ahhh, I like you coffee girl,” he reached into his pocket to attempt to get his wallet out. As usual you shook your head and pushed his hand away, “fine. Alright. Let me give you something else instead.”

“Okay, now that sounds a little creepy,” you laughed as he realized his gaff. His face turned a light shade of pink as he reached for a napkin and the pen behind the counter. He quickly scribbled something down as you had a feeling you knew exactly what it was. But you didn’t want to get too ahead of yourself…that was for later.

“Here,” he said softly as he pushed the nap towards you, “that’s my number - obviously. I...umm...if you ever want to talk or whatever, you can...yeah.”

“I’m pretty sure I can figure out what a number is for,” you shot him a wink as you grabbed the napkin and pulled it closer. Your heart was practically hammering in your chest at this point, “I'll see you around, James.”

“See you around, coffee girl,” he said softly as he waved his coffee cup at you and started to head to the door, “have a good night.”

“You too,” you said softly as he left under the twinkling bell of the door. You watched him walk away through the windows, sighing wistfully. He came back. He gave you his number. Holy shit. 

You looked at the napkin and the number he wrote. It all seemed normal until you saw that he had written his name. Except it wasn’t his name. 

Instead of James, it said Bucky. 

Who the hell was Bucky? 

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You paced around your apartment as you stole furtive glances at your phone. To text him or not to text him? That was the question. 

It had been almost four days since he’d given it to you. You wondered if he thought about you. If he was wondering why you hadn’t reached out to him. Your stomach churned with guilt.

After he gave you his phone number, you’d gone home and googled it, along with both the names you now knew him by - James and Bucky. With just those few bits of information, it wasn’t hard to figure out who he really was. You were almost positive that he didn’t tell you his real identity for fear of you freaking out or being afraid of him. But you weren’t afraid - you had no reason to be. You just wished he would have told you in the first place, but you understood his reasons. 

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you snatched up your phone and decided to just text him. Why not? There was literally nothing to lose. You might as well see where this went.

Hey James. Or do you prefer Bucky? It’s Coffee Girl. 

As soon as you sent the text, a sense of regret welled up in your belly and you groaned heavily. You tossed your phone onto the couch and headed into the kitchen to get a glass of wine. Anything to occupy your mind as you tried not to think about all the possibilities of what he could say in response. Or not. Perhaps he wouldn’t text you back at all. 

You weren’t sure which possibility was worse. 

Pouring the rosé with a heavy hand, you slowly filled your glass. Once you were satisfied with it, you took a long drink and refilled what you had just consumed. Your heart almost stopped when you heard your phone buzz from the couch cushion. 

You took another long drag from the wine and almost ran into the living room. You picked up the phone and excitedly saw that it was indeed from James...Bucky? You had saved him as James Bucky in your phone for the time being. 

Opening his message, you quickly read it, finding yourself grinning from ear to ear. 

Ahh, I gave myself away, didn’t I? Bucky. Call me Bucky.

You didn’t even bother to wait to send a message back: Okay Bucky. You did. Were you going to tell me or was I always going to have to figure it out on my own?

You wondered if you pushed him too far. Too much. But his reply suggested anything but.

I was going to tell you, believe it or not. I just wanted to make sure it was the right time. I didn’t want you to worry or hate me or be scared.

I’m not scared, I promise. Just wondering how I got to be lucky enough to be your coffee girl. 

Now you just felt like a stupid fool at your vain attempt at flirting. Cringe. You wanted to curl up and pretended that none of it ever happened. 

But to your continued surprise, he texted you back.

And then some more. Until the very late hours of the night where you reluctantly had to tell him goodnight for the time being before you fell asleep. 

It was okay, because somehow you’d managed to get a date out of it. You had an actual real life date with Bucky. Shit. How on earth were you going to survive that?

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Bucky was nervous. Gods, when was the last time he ever felt this nervous? He couldn’t even remember. He had a small bouquet of flowers in his hands as he waited for you in front of the small restaurant you’d picked for dinner. He rocked back and forth on his heels as he looked at the time. You’d be getting there any moment. He’d been there for fifteen minutes. Wanting to be early, and also because he was nervous. Mostly because he was nervous. Ugh. He was almost tempted to run away and head home, just because he didn’t want to make a fool of himself. But he also really wanted to see you again too. 

“Hey Bucky,” the sudden sound of your voice almost made him jump as he turned around to face you. A smile quickly spread on his face as he drank in the sight of you; you were wearing such a simple dress, nothing too fancy, but you still managed to take his breath away. You snorted lightly when you noticed his silence, “you alright there - cat got your tongue?”

“No, I-I...hi,” he held out the flowers to you and you eagerly told them, inhaling their sweet, saccharine scent, “these are for you.”

“Thank you,” you said softly as you offered him the sweetest eyes he had ever seen, “they’re beautiful. No one’s ever gotten me flowers before!”

“I think it’s time we change that,” he said softly as you tried to conceal some of the excitement off your face, “I’m glad you came...I wasn’t sure if you’d say yes.”

“There was never a doubt,” you promised, “even if you had told me who you were right off the bat. See, I knew you looked familiar!”

“It’s a lot for people,” he admitted, “a lot of people just see the -”

“Bucky,” you interrupted him softly, “I just see Bucky. The handsome, funny man that made my day the instant he came in. That’s all.” 

“You’re something else, sweetheart,” he said softly as you reached for his hand, “you sure want to do this? You can still say no.”

“I want to Bucky,” you promised firmly, “how about we get inside before you change your mind and run off on me? Unless you’ve changed your mind?”

“I’m all in,” he agreed softly, giving your hand a squeeze. 

“Me too. All in.”

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