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Leave the Door Open | JJK

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

Pairing: neighbor!Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut, a dash of fluff, humor

AU: Strangers to lovers. Or Strangers to fwb? Up to you.

Wordcount: 7,367. oops

Summary: Based off this request. Your neighbor loves to sing karaoke in the middle of the night. You finally get fed up and confront him about it. Except when he opens the door, you realize you’re screwed. He’s gorgeous.

Warnings: Language. All the warnings are smut warnings.

Smut warnings: Explicit sex. Protected sex. Light choking/breath play. Pet names (Sparkles and baby) 69ing oral (both receiving). Light anal play/rim job. Spanking. Biting. Bulge kink. technically cum eating at the end? multiple orgasms. He makes her cry it feels so good. I feel like I’m missing something else. This is just porn with a very baseline plot

Rating: M / 18+

AN: How did we get here you ask? Well @here2bbtstrash made a request and I was just clocking off work and decided “yes. I wish to suffer. I have an idea” and spent the next 24 hours writing porn. Literally a day after posting my first smut. This is for M, but I hope you all enjoy. And as usual, thank you to the oh so beautiful @jjkeverlast for beta-reading for me. and @chryblossomjjk for enabling me with some of these kinks. 🥵 Banner and Divider made by the beautiful @classicseffects

and as usual, please leave feedback. Either with a reblog or send me an ask. It’s greatly appreciated. 💜

It’s been a long day. You had three sets of parents chew you out about the store you work at being out of stock of a specific item. No matter how many times you calmly tell them you have no control over the store’s inventory because you are just an associate, a cashier that never works the floor and couldn’t even begin to tell you where to locate said items. Not your department, not your problem. If your managers really wanted it to be your problem, they should pay you more. But they don’t, and instead schedule you at ridiculous hours and expect the world from you in return.

It’s finally 9PM which means you get to clock out and bolt home. You’re already planning the instant ramen pack and what to add with it from the convenience door next to your apartment building as you walk out the doors of hell. You want the spicy one. Should mix in an egg or something to bring the spice down a little bit, though. Maybe a bottle of soju as a treat? And absolutely some snacks and it’d be a crime not to get ice cream.

The whole bus ride home all you can think about is making the food, settling on the couch and watching the most recent kdrama and judging the couple’s miscommunication issues. Maybe a nice bath too. Oh that’d be nice. You’d light some candles, bring the soju in with you, and just stay in the tub with a nice bath bomb. You pray your neighbor isn’t home so you can have some silence.

You’ve never met your neighbor. He’s literally the apartment next to you, your bedroom shares a wall with what you assume is his bedroom as well. You’re not sure, but going off on the layout of the apartment complex and how similar every unit is, you assume it’s the bedroom. That and the few times you’d heard him bring a friend over and had been able to hear every moan and grunt from both parties. Although you could’ve sworn you heard three at one point. But it was always done on the weekends so it was fine. You weren’t too bothered by his sexcapades. Who were you to judge? If given the opportunity, you’d be bringing people home left and right. But the idea of all that flirting for just a one night stand seemed like too much effort.

Your problem with this mystery neighbor, however, is his karaoke habit. He has the voice of an angel and can sing anything with little effort. You actually enjoy listening to him sing, even softly singing along with him during the day. However, it’s not that often that it happens because he would usually carry out his karaoke escapades after 11PM and continue well into the night, usually around 3 or 4 in the morning. And always on weekdays, when you need the most sleep. You tried to work up the courage to confront him one night, but right when you left your apartment, he stopped and his place was silent. Another night, you just pounded the wall begging him to stop. He did eventually. But not until your thumps on the wall got lighter from you being too tired.

You finally enter your apartment, with the results of a successful quest for sustenance in your clutches. You slip off your shoes at the door, Toss your purse on the counter and begin preparing food. Mission: eat and drink everything and feel no regrets is a go.

While the water is boiling, you head to your room to change. You rip off your bra and your pants and grab a giant t-shirt that you’re pretty sure you accidentally stole from a one night stand years and years ago and have been too afraid to contact him again. So it’s yours now. It’s soft and not too thick. And it’s huge, which you love because it makes you look super tiny. You take note of how quiet it currently is on the neighbor's side. You wonder if he’s even home. Not your problem. You remind yourself as you return to the kitchen and get back to food prep.

It’s now close to midnight and you have eaten all the ramen, grazed across all the snacks, had a good amount of the ice cream, and gone through two and a half bottles of soju and were feeling pretty good. You grow bored of the kdrama and decide it’s time to take that super relaxing bath you daydreamed about on the bus. Your neighbor still makes no noise on the other side, so you take this moment to enjoy some peace and quiet.

You run the bath, light the assorted candles, and toss the bath bomb in before easing into the slightly too hot water full of oils, pretty colors, and an obscene amount of glitter. You put your hair up and slide down the tub in pure relaxation mode. Trying to erase the horrid customers from earlier. There’s no sounds save for the water dripping out of the tap and any movements you make against the water.

The problem with relaxing like this in your tub is your breasts aren’t fully submerged in the water. They could be, but then the water would overflow. The cool air hits your sensitive buds, causing you to clench your thighs together. After a few more breezes tease your nipples, you say screw it and reach your hand down between your legs, looking for any kind of friction. Your fingers find your bundle of nerves underwater and begin moving against it in a figure 8 motion. You whimper softly, entering two fingers past your folds, using your palm and the water to continue to work against your clit. Your other hand is massaging a breast, twisting and pulling the nipple every now and again. You could feel the knot in your stomach begin to burn, already so close to release. So close. Just right there. Right there, oh god right the - !

“Give me your, give me your, give me your attention, baby. I got to tell you a little something about yourself. You're wonderful, flawless, ooh, you a sexy lady. But you walk around here like you wanna be someone else.”

What. The. Fuck?

The sudden sound of your neighbor singing and the music blaring through every crack in the walls sends your hand flying away from your center, killing any chance at an orgasm. Your sudden movement causes the water to slosh over the edge and you hastily make to get out of the tub. You get one leg over onto the floor but it lands on a puddle of water and sends you flying forward. You brace your hands in front of you to catch on the countertop before you slam your face into it. Your other leg doesn’t go the right height to get over the tub and instead slams into the side of it. You let out a sudden cry or pain, finally steadying yourself against the counter.

You give yourself a few seconds to assess what the hell just happened. You were masturbating. It was great. You were so close to coming. And then your stupid neighbor decided right then was the time to sing Bruno Mars. And you almost died getting out of the tub. Fan-fucking-tastic.

You catch your breath, until you realize he’s still fucking singing. “That’s it. I’ve fucking had it.” Your voice is laced with hatred as you grab a towel and wrap it around your damp body, not giving a shit about the way you look. You need to give him a piece of your mind and you need to do it now while you have courage, amplified by the soju. You don’t even bother putting on your sandals as you march out your door, turning 90 degrees left and again until you’re facing his door. You take a deep breath and begin pounding on the door, mentally preparing which vile words would come out first. The music stops and you can hear footsteps approaching, but you keep knocking away until the door finally opens.

“You don’t have to keep knocking ya know, I heard the first three.” He has the audacity to sound annoyed with YOU making too much noise? Seriously? You open your mouth to retort back such thoughts when you finally catch a glance at the beautiful sounding singer with horrible timing that you want to strangle to death.

Fuck, he’s gorgeous.

He’s slightly taller than you. Black hair cut almost like a mullet. With his bangs split down the middle. A lip ring attached to his bottom lip. Big round eyes and a nose you immediately deem the cutest nose to exist. A few freckles scattered across his face and neck in the best places, you decide the one under his lip is your favorite. He’s leaning against the door wearing a matching pajama set of black silk with gray rectangles lining the entirety of it. His sleeves are rolled up and fuck he has a tattoo sleeve. You're ruined.

Your extremely attractive mystery neighbor just stares at you and you’re staring back, lips parted, still trying to find the words you were going to say before you knew you were going to say them to the prettiest man ever. Finally you just grab whatever words you can find so that it’s not silent.

“Fuck me…” his eyebrow quirks up and he crosses his arms across his chest.

“Sure, but at least tell me your name first.”

“What?” You frown.

“Unless you want to stick to nicknames. I’m down with whatever. You can be Sparkly Towel Girl. Though it doesn’t really roll off the tongue as well…” He smirks and it finally clicks in your head what just happened.

You’re in a towel. Only a towel. Your hair is a mess. You have glitter from the bath bomb glued to your skin that is actually still wet. And you just told him to fuck you. Your cheeks heat up and your eyes go wide. “No! No no no not what I meant.”

“You mean you don’t want me to fuck you?”

“No!” You scoff trying to sound offended. “Why would I want to have sex with you?” He shrugs.

“I don’t know, baby. You’re the one at my doorstep at 12:30 in the morning sopping wet in a towel sparkling like a fairy saying fuck me.”

“No I don’t. That’s not.” You’re very hyper aware of the towel now and tighten it around your chest, praying he both does and doesn’t see the way your cleavage pushes up. You cover your face, trying to rewind back to when you were angry. What were you angry about?

OH. The karaoke!

“I was taken aback. That’s why I said what I said. But that’s not important. What’s important,” you huff, welcoming back your anger with open arms, “is your constant need to sing in the middle of the fucking night on weekdays only. Do you have no consideration for your neighbors who work late nights and early mornings every day? I can accept you having obnoxious sex on the weekends, but keep the singing to day time hours, yeah? I’d like to get a good night’s rest at some point in my life.”

You rush your words, trying to put emphasis on you needing sleep, because you do. You were tired of sleeping only a few hours a night. Even then, it was constantly interrupted by this man’s beautiful voice. You look him in the eye, looking for any form of acknowledgement, until he silently nods. “Okay. No more singing at midnight. I’m sorry.” He almost sounds sincere and you’re willing to accept it and move on.

You make a small enough curtsy that your towel will allow and mutter a thank you before turning to leave. Just as you get back to your door, Sexy Neighbor speaks.

“You gonna tell me your name though, or am I going to have to call you Sparkly Towel Girl every time?”

You turn back to him with a softer glare this time. “Depends. You gonna tell me yours or am I going to have to call you Attractive Pajama Man?”

“So you think I’m attractive.” The most obnoxious grin forms on his lips.

“You know you are.” You roll your eyes and turn back to the door handle.

“Could say the same about you, Sparkles.” He’s having fun teasing you. But his tone turns more serious when he finally looks down at your leg. “Hey you okay?”

You look back at him, eyebrows raised in question. “Yeah, just a little traumatized and embarrassed but I’ll live” you joke, trying to make this as fast as possible so you can get back inside.

“No, I mean your leg. It’s bruised. And swollen.” You look down and gasp. Somehow in the span of you falling out of the tub and stomping over here to give me pleasant conversation has resulted in a gnarly bump forming on your shin as well as a deep bruise.

“Oh. That’s. That’s nothing. Ignore that ever happening. It didn’t.” You turn your door handle as he steps away from his door.

“You should probably go see a doctor. Or at least some ice packs. I have some in my freezer.” He actually sounds concerned as he starts stepping closer to you, eyes still honed in on the bruise.

“No, it's fine. I’m fine. Goodnight, stop singing in the middle of the night please, that's all I ask. Okay goodbye.” You open the door, swiftly rush inside and close the door before he can get to you.

Once you lock your door and head back to the bathroom to rinse off the glitter, you realize that glitter is just a way of life. No matter if you want it or not. It’s going to be stuck to you for days and follow where you go. You take a look at your leg and wince as you lightly touch it. It doesn’t feel broken, thank god. It’s just deep and super painful. You change back into pajamas and crawl into bed with an ice pack, pain relievers, and extra pillows to elevate your leg. You take the pills and settle in, scrolling through your phone until you fall asleep. Sexy neighbor man didn’t sing the rest of the night.

He actually didn’t sing the rest of the week.

He couldn’t. The sexy towel girl at his door looked exhausted. He genuinely had no idea you could hear him. He never heard you make any noises from your shared wall. Originally he was going to just keep singing. One cute girl wasn’t going to tell him what to do. But when he saw the bruise on your leg, he felt overwhelmed with guilt. He could only assume you got it when you rushed to knock on his door by how fresh it was.

So instead of singing around midnight. He had a hard cut off time at 10:45 and then switched to headphones where he would only sing as softly as he could as far away from the shared wall as possible.

What bothered him the most was he still didn’t know your name. He could easily go down to the mailbox room and find your number and therefore your name. But he didn’t want to do that. He wanted you to say it. And for you to say his name. He just had to find the right moment. Which was difficult when you seemed to always be out.

Five days later, he’s working out in his living room. Yes, it’s midnight. Yes, there’s a gym in this building. But he’s got to stay just in case. He’s beginning to lose hope in ever seeing you again, ignoring how ridiculous that sounds when you literally share a wall with him. And it’s only been five days. As he finishes a set of push ups, hope is restored. You’re home. And you’re loud? He freezes, trying to imagine what you're doing just by listening. You’re actually laughing but it doesn’t sound genuine. It almost sounds painful, like you’re angry? A few moments later, he hears music. It’s loud, and he chuckles to himself.

“Let’s see what happens, Sparkles.” He heads to the bathroom, removing all of his clothes and stepping in the shower to briefly wash off the sweat. He steps out and wraps a towel around his hips. He leaves the shoes just like you did and heads straight to your door, pounding on it in the exact same manner you did.

You’re dancing around the kitchen, clothes strewn about the floor as a result of you rushing to change into the giant shirt again with just your underwear underneath. You just got to the chorus, brand new bottle of whiskey in hand and are about to go hard into the dance when someone starts pounding on your front door, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. You swing the door open, not caring that your legs and hips were on full display, and are met with you could only assume a hallucination.

You both eye one another up and down, unable to speak. Your eyes are locked on the towel, specifically the corner of the towel that’s tucked into itself to stay attached to his hips. You’re not sure if you’re drooling from your mouth, but you know another place is. Finally, he clears his throat and grabs your attention away from the towel.

“I think I see what you meant. It’s a bit hard to focus when that’s what I’m greeted with.” He tries to hide the devilish smile he gestures to your legs. You hum, not really sure if you’re agreeing, and if you are, to what. Your focus is back on the towel and the abs above it. You want to scratch them. You want to mark any part of him you can. He tilts his head, trying to get your attention a second time. “Sparkles? You okay?”

You finally make eye contact with him. “Sparkles?” You question in a whisper, suddenly remembering the last encounter. “Oh…right…” You hum in response again and then look at the bottle of whiskey in your hand and then back to him, his mouth specifically, down to that damn towel, and back to the whiskey. You shrug as if someone made a good point and put the bottle down on the side table next to you. You smile something sinister and reach out for the towel, tugging him inside, with him closing the door behind himself.

“This is a better option than whiskey.” You let go of the stubborn towel still attached and reach up to wrap your hands around the back of his neck, pulling his lips down to meet yours in a needy kiss. His eyes widen, hands going for your waist, pulling away from your lips

“What is happening right now?” He sounds so serious and you hate it, so you reach back for his lips when he shuts you down again. “First of all. You’re drunk. So this is not happening.”

“I’m not drunk…I was going to. Brand new whiskey. See?” You pick the bottle back up, showing off its perfectly unbroken seal. “You can even smell my breath. Not a lick of liquor. Very sad. But now you’re here. That's way better.” You pull him back down to you and capture his lips again, this time he returns it in full, gripping your waist and pulling you flush against him.

“As much as I appreciate being considered better than alcohol, and glad you can consciously consent,” he smiles into the kiss, “there’s one more thing, Sparkles.”

“Hmm?” You moan out. He kisses down your chin, across your neck, and buries his face into the crook of your neck, biting and leaving marks along the way.

“I need to know your name, sweetheart. And you need mine.”

“I don’t need yours.” You mumble back. He laughs, pulling away from your neck to see your face.

“You will need it if you’re going to be screaming for me.”

He can actually see you process this thought, mentally going through every scenario where you don’t know his name. Finally settling on him unfortunately being correct. You don’t want to be called Sparkles during sex and you need a better name than Sexy Neighbor. You lock eyes, suddenly very aware of what's going on. You let fears and anxieties walk out the door and you nod.

“It’s Y/N” you practically whisper. You let your fingers toy with the hair at the nape of his neck, leaning forward to kiss his nose. He smiles at the soft action, tipping his nose up to capture your lips again. This time, slow and methodical, but still as desperate. He only pulls away enough to say his name against your lips.

“Jungkook, baby. It’s Jungkook. Now let’s get out of your hallway. I have a girl in front of me who had a very specific request last week. I need to fulfill it.” He lowers himself just enough that he can hook his hands behind your thighs and lift you up and return his lips to yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, subtly trying to take the stupid towel off with your feet, but failing miserably.

You’re not sure how you ended up on your bed. You didn’t tell him where to go. You mindlessly confirm your assumptions were correct and you had the same floor plan so he just knew where to go.

He lies you down on your back, legs still hooked around him and he awkwardly crawls over you, mouths staying connected until he rolls his hips into yours. That stupid towel still attached and rubbing against your covered core. You whimper at the friction, but it’s not enough.

You let your legs go from around his form and reach down, finally tugging the towel away and tossing it across the room like it was poison. “Finally” you accidentally huff out loud, causing him to burst into breathy laughs on your lips. You ignore him, reaching down for his length which, though you haven’t seen it yet, feels overwhelming. He’s hard and you can feel the precum on his tip as you slide your thumb over it. You bring your hand down his length, twisting your wrist as you bring it back up, thumbing his tip again. His lips part as he lets out a groan.

“Fuck, baby. Be careful, I’m embarrassed to say I might not last if you keep touching me.”

You whine. “Want it. Want your cock.” You sound so needy and desperate, the complete opposite of how you usually are in bed. Usually in control, usually a brat that needs to be punished. You’ve never been truly submissive like you feel right now. You can’t bring yourself to care.

“And you’ll have it. But first, let me taste you and get you ready.” He moves to sit up and push you further up the bed when you mutter out a “No.” He stops everything and looks at you. Your eyes are trained on his member. “No? Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?” You just shake your head again.

“Wanna taste at the same time.” You mumble, pulling yourself up, pushing the still confused man to be the one that lays back. You peel your underwear off, leaving the shirt on, and crawl over him, hovering your center just above his chest while facing away from him. You lean forward, grabbing his erection and giving a long lick from the base to the tip, wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking. You can hear his guttural reaction and suddenly two hands are violently tugging your hips closer to his face. You stop sucking long enough to reposition your knees on opposite sides of his head. He brings your hips down when you feel settled and dives into your sopping wet center.

“Shit. That feels so fucking good.” You moan, leaning back down, slowly easing his cock down your throat. He bucks his hips up unintentionally and you gag slightly, but he doesn’t hear. Instead, you brace both hands on his meaty thighs and bob your head up and down, taking him all the way each time and gagging around him before coming back up. You rut your hips against his face as he continues fucking his tongue into you, sucking on your bundle of nerves in intervals. He brings two fingers into play, sliding them against your entrance a few times before easing them into you, letting you fuck yourself with them.

Feeling close to his own release, he glances up at your rim. He runs a thumb along it, adding the smallest pressure possible, yet still earning a pleased reaction from you. He takes that as a yes and brings his tongue to your hole, licking flat against it before dancing his tongue around the rim. You keen, your head falling against his cock that you’re subconsciously still stroking. “Don’t stop. I’m so close. Please, Jungkook. Keep going.”

You find a strand of energy in you, determined to make him come at the same time and wrap your mouth around his tip again, hands working the shaft while you suck mercilessly. You both let out a series of loud moans, groans, and cries before you feel your hips spasm against his mouth, coming hard. At the same time, his hips snap up, ramming his cock even farther into your mouth, shooting the bitter white liquid down your throat. You swallow proudly, resting your head on his pelvis to take a breath.

“What the hell was that…” was all Jungkook could mutter, still processing what just happened. After a few moments he pats your leg where your bruise was starting to fade. “Wait.” He raises his head, a little shocked. ”Did you swallow?” You smile and nod, rubbing your cheek into his skin, humming out a yes and kissing whatever skin was there. He can barely see what you’re doing, but the feeling alone is enough to make his member come back to life. You feel it twitch and move to sit up again and grab it. But he catches you in time, flipping you around and over so he is now facing you from above. “No no. Not again. You specifically said ‘fuck me’ last week. I intend on doing that.” You groan at the change in positions and mope. You look tired and he’s still thinking about your frustrated laugh from earlier.

“But first,” he grabs both of your wrists in one hand, sliding them up above your head while holding himself up with the other by your head. He leans down, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. “First, I need to know why you decided to blast music at midnight, and why you were about to crack open a bottle of whiskey by yourself. Are you okay?” his face softens, no longer full of lust. It’s still there, hiding behind his concern and obviously pressing up against your stomach. But he clearly has more important needs right now. Like making sure he’s not about to make a mistake.

You get lost in his eyes for a moment before nodding slowly, supressing the emotions building up behind your eyes. “Yeah. Just had a bad day. But I’m fine, I promise.” Your smile doesn’t fully reach your eyes and Jungkook doesn’t know if he believes you.

“No bad breakup or fight with a guy or girl I should know about? I don’t do rebounds and I don’t condone cheating.” He’s very serious. You just laugh, this time it’s real and he can tell immediately.

“God, no. No exes or currents. Haven’t had that in years. No no no. Just…I got fired from my job and want to have something good before having to deal with the impending doom of reality, okay? Just make me forget for a moment, please?” Those stupid emotions are on the brink, threatening to spill from your eyes. You shut them tight, fighting against the feelings you want to let go. He sighs, leaning down to kiss your eyelids, moving up to your forehead.

“Okay, baby. I can do that. Do you want it rough or gentle?” You puff out a breath, trying not to laugh at the question.

“Either is fine. Rough would be better…” you mutter under your breath. He just nods, kissing your forehead again, trailing down to your ear.

“I’ll make you forget, baby. Just focus on me and how I make you feel, okay?” You nod, moaning softly when he licks the shell of your ear. “Where are your condoms, y/n?” You gesture with your head to the left nightstand and he lets go of your wrists to briefly move off you to grab one. He comes back, foil unwrapped and rolling it down his length. He gazes down at you and you can see a weird shift in his face. His tone suddenly becomes darker as he slowly pumps himself.

“You’re gonna be good for me, right babygirl?” You nod enthusiastically, mentally making fun of yourself for switching to full submissive for a guy you just learned the name of.

“I’ll be good, I promise.” you sweetly respond, lifting and spreading your legs open for him to crawl in between. He sets one leg on his shoulder, leaving the other to rest on the bed as he lines himself up to you, smirking as he rubs the tip against your clit for a moment, watching you squirm before fully entering you without hesitation.

“Oh fuck” is all you can let out as you lift your hips to meet with him. He lets out a low groan as he pulls out everything but the tip, pushing your hips back down, keeping them there, and slamming back down into you. You arch your back, one hand grabbing onto the bed sheets and the other reaching out for any part of him. He notices, smiling as he leans back down, giving you better access. You find his waist and dig your nails in as he continues with his relentless pace on your pussy. He grunts loudly, fully leaning down over you, both knees over his shoulders.

You grab his neck and pull him into a sloppy kiss, teeth crashing together as you try to breathe through the pounding. “You feel so good, Jungkook. So big. Stretching me out perfectly. Fuck me just like that please. Don’t ever stop.” You cry out mumbling for him to not stop over and over.

He finds his new favorite spot on your neck and bites down before sucking, ensuring you’d be marked, and moving on to another spot. You mewl at his little art project on your neck mixed with the feeling of him fucking into you over and over until you come without warning. His hips stutter at the noise and feeling of you clenching around him and he has to still himself inside you before he finishes. “I’m not done with you yet, baby. Flip over. All fours. Now.”

You oblige, albeit slowly. Your legs are shaky and you don’t know if you can hold yourself up very well, but you try. The moment you think you can keep yourself up, a hard smack sound fills the room as his large hand meets your ass. Your arms give out and you almost face plant into the pillows before a tattooed arm slides around your waist pulling you up to your knees.

“No, you don’t. No resting, baby. On your knees, I’ll keep you up.” His hand slides up your chest, under your shirt, creeping out of the neckline to wrap around your throat, holding you against his chest, letting you rest your head back on his shoulder. You’re panting and whimpering against him. He kisses your temple, quietly asking if you were good to continue. You nod and whisper a yes as he slips himself back inside you and continues his pace like he never missed a beat.

“Baby, you’re so tight but you take me so well. You feel like fucking heaven.” He pants in your ear, the hand not around your throat sliding down between your legs to your pulsing center. You whine and struggle as he starts rubbing in big lazy circles. It’s after a particularly deep thrust he feels something under his palm. He does it again to confirm and grins.

“Give me your hand, baby.” You lift it up without thinking too much, unsure where he wanted it. He grabs your wrist and places your hand flat against your lower stomach just above where he’s ruining you. He does another deep thrust and you feel it. Your eyes widen and he chuckles. “You feel that? Feel me all the way inside you?” You’re silent, in shock at the bulge you feel. “How about now, baby? Feel it now?” He gives another sharp thrust, lessening his clutch around your throat, forcing you to cry out.

“Yes I feel it!” You feel the knot inside you coil up and ignite. “Please. Jungkook. I can’t. I can’t take it anymore. He eases you back on to all fours and you grab a pillow, clutching it for dear life. To compensate for not being able to be on all fours, you put all your strength into raising your ass to meet with his hips perfectly. He groans at the view, slapping your ass again. He uses both hands to grab to give it a massage, separating your cheeks to get a better view. He sees a perfect opportunity to make you see stars and keep your mind off anything troubling you.

“You wanna come for me, baby?” His voice is low. You nod into the pillow. “Remember what I did with my tongue earlier?” His thumb softly grazes over your hole and you nod, letting out a whiny moan, pushing your ass back for more. “Do you trust me?” You nod again. “No, y/n. I need to hear you say it. Do you trust me?” He asks again.

You frown, lifting your face out of the pillow just enough to force out the words “Yes, I trust you. Please, let me come. Please.” And tuck your face back into the pillow.

“Thank you, baby. Relax for me. Just enjoy it.” He pulls out momentarily, chuckling as you whine at the feeling. He sinks his thumb past your folds, gathering up any arousal he could before inserting his cock back inside, eliciting a low moan out of both of you. He smears his thumb across your puckered hole a few times, adding more pressure each time. Once he feels you relax more, he presses his thumb past the tight ring of muscles at the same time as he thrusts his hips deeply into your cunt.

You suck in a breath and hold it, toes curling, and you bring the pillow even closer to your face, biting down on the satin pillowcase. He holds his position with his free hand on your hip, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. “Breathe, baby. It’ll feel better when you breathe.” He whispers, slowly pushing deeper until his knuckle slips past the muscles. You let out a guttural moan, pressing yourself back towards him, helping him get the rest of his thumb in. “Can I move again, y/n? You’re okay?” You nod into the pillow almost shouting a yes into it.

He resumes thrusting, starting slow, eventually building back up to his rapid pace curling his thumb with every thrust. Your moans are deep, cut off by trying to catch your breath every other moan. “Jungkook. I’m coming. Please. Let me. Say I can come.” If he wasn’t so close himself, he’d be chuckling at you begging, teasing you and edging you. But he needs his release just as much as you do.

“Come for me, baby. Let go. Come all over my cock.”

And that’s all you need to hear before you’re screaming his name and varied obscenities, clenching around him as you enter a state of euphoric bliss. You see stars and in the background you hear him groan deeply, coming inside of the condom deep inside you. He eases his thumb out of you while you’re out of it and just takes in the view below him, face still in your pillow, back shivering and rising and falling in time with your rapid breathing. How the hell did he just have the best orgasm of his life with a girl he literally met twice even though you’ve been neighbors for who knows how long? His hand on your hip tightens a little as he moves to pull out of you. A small whimper coming from you in the pillow.

Once he’s fully pulled out of you, you fall on your side, freeing the pillow from your face, ignoring the drip of saliva coming with it and watch him begin to remove the condom. You’re exhausted. You don’t want to keep going. Yet your body moves of its own accord and you hold yourself up enough to reach out to stop him from doing it. “Let me” you choke out. He removes his hands, watching you carefully as you slowly remove the condom, hissing slightly at your touch.

You hand him the condom to tie up and toss aside and gently hold up his length covered in his release and, locking eyes with him, lick up his length. “What the fu-uck?” He groans out, tossing his head back. You clean up every inch of him, ending on his tip and he has to softly push you away before he gets hard again. “No. Baby, stop. No more. I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I am spent.” He whispers into a laugh.

You grin up at him, launching yourself backwards, spreading out on the bed. Your shirt riding up your stomach. He’s not sure what to do next. Should he leave? Ask to use your restroom first? But why do that when he lives next door. You can see his confusion, you pat the space next to you, gently moving yourself over, wincing all the while, so he has room. He smiles, laying down on his side next to you. It’s silent for a moment. He reaches out to play with the bottom of your shirt.

“Is there a reason you kept this on?” He questions, mindlessly running his fingernails across the hemline.

“It’s too big. Makes me feel small. And you haven’t earned the right to see this divine pair of tits.” You smile at his gaping reaction.

“After all that?! And I still don’t have the privilege?” He drops the fabric and waves his hand around the both of you. “Literally ruined you and I don’t get to see the goods.” He whines dramatically. You giggle, sleep fast approaching.

“Next time.” You mumble.

“Oh there’s a next time?” His eyebrows raise and he smiles.

“You think after all that,” you mimic his gestures, “I wouldn’t want a next time?” You both burst into a fit of giggles. He stops first, reaching out to remove a strand of hair from your face.

“Well I surely look forward to next time then.” He whispers softly, moving a bit closer at the same time.

“Who knows? Next time could be in the morning.” You say it so confidently. You had expected him to fuck you and bolt. But him staying has to mean at least a little something, right? Except his happy expression falls into that of worry and uneasiness.

“I actually have to go out of town tomorrow.”

“Oh…” you frown, trying not to look too devastated. He cups his hand around your face, gently smiling.

“I’ll be back in like three days. I’ll let you know. Then we can have as many ‘next times’ as you want, okay?” He grins as your expression perks back up, leaning across to give you a few soft and sensual kisses. “I’m going to stay here until you fall asleep. But I have to pack, so don’t think I just got up and left in the morning, okay?” You nod your head, shuffling closer to tuck your face into his chest and drift off to sleep immediately.

When you wake the next morning, he’s gone. As he said he would be. And thus began three days of complete silence.

On the day of his alleged return, you stayed home all day pampering yourself. You put on one of your favorite lingerie sets that really enhanced your already marvelous chest and curves and put the same big shirt back on over you.

You were ready by midday but you had one problem. You had no idea when he was coming back. You two didn’t swap phone numbers or socials. He didn’t tell you any details. So you spent the rest of the day on the couch moping about being fooled. Which didn’t make sense in the first place. You two weren’t anything. You had a crazy intense one night stand and that’s it. There was no date offered. No deal made. Nothing. So why were you getting dressed up for a one night stand? You tried to reason with yourself until you fell asleep on your bed around 8PM, figuring he wasn’t going to come back, and if he did, he forgot about you either on purpose or accident.

You’re jolted awake by loud music and the beautiful voice of your stupid sexy neighbor at 11PM.

“What you doing? Where you at? Oh, you got plans? Don't say that. I'm sipping wine in a robe. I look too good to be alone. My house clean, my pool warm. Just shaved. We should be dancing, romancing in the east wing and the west wing of this mansion, what's happening?”

He sounds like he’s directly on the other side of the wall and you both hate him for doing this and love that this is how he’s waking you. He continues on as you check yourself in the mirror, convincing yourself you still look good and not to get too excited and eager.

“I ain't playing no games. Every word that I say is coming straight from the heart. So if you tryna lay in these arms, I'ma leave the door open.”

He belts out the last line and you can’t help but laugh. After a final once over, you head out of your room. He’s still singing as you put your slippers on and head out the door.

“And I'm hoping, hoping that you feel the way I feel. And you want me like I want you tonight, baby.”

You turn to his door but it’s already cracked open. You roll your eyes at his ridiculousness and open the door to a reverse layout of your apartment. You take your slippers off and follow the sound of his beautiful voice to a room with the door closed. You knock and he answers, finishing the song as your eyes meet his.

“Girl, I'm here just waiting for you. Come on over, I'll adore you.”

The song ends and your smile turns to one of annoyance.

“You didn’t tell me when you were coming back. I waited all day wrapped up like a gift for you and honestly the least you could’ve done is write down a flight numbe - “ he shuts you up with a greedy kiss and you melt instantly as he pulls you closer.

“What’s the gift? Do I get to see this divine chest I’ve heard rumors about?” He grins into the kiss, and you hold the laugh in. You step away from him and remove your shirt, showing off the extravagant set underneath. He lets out a strained groan. “You just don’t know how to warn a guy, do you? Get on the damn bed, Sparkles.” He snaps, pulling you into the room and shutting the door. The start of another intense night.

AN: yay open endings. Decide how it goes. Fwb? Lovey dovey? Have fun. Thank you for reading, I love you! 💜💜💜💜💜

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the bottom ; liam lawson #40

childhood friends are hard to break off. but when she’s dragging his name through the mud he might have to put his foot down.

inspired by the bottom by gracie abrams

tw!! major alcoholism, you’re an asshole for a good 2/3rds of this

part of the shriveled roses series

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night out with the girls got a lil too crazy

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user01: oh so they were DRINKING drinking

user02: they’re actually so iconic for that

user03: nothin iconic about alcoholism babes

liamlawson30: i see that promo

yourusername: u know it 🤭🤭

user04: shes just a party girl in a boring world!

yourusername: u know me so well love

user05: it’s so weird how she has alcohol in every post.. just promoting alcoholism at this point

yourusername: girl gtfo, just because i like to drink doesn’t mean im an alcoholic. you know jackshit about me, stop acting like you do, you crusty bitch

user05: i say something about worrying about you and your automatic response is to call me a bitch? reall mature

yourusername: i dont need you to worry about me. im an adult, i can do whatever the hell i want.

user05: well when your posting your life on social media your gonna get judged

yourusername: it’s a post about me going out and partying. i'm an adult who likes to drink. there’s gonna be fucking alcohol you dumb twat.

user06: damn her whole attitude is just bad huh

user07: gonna talk about making out with lando soon?

f1gossip just posted!

BREAKING: LANDO NORRIS AND YN YLN SEEN MAKING OUT AND LEAVING PARTY IN MONACO TOGETHER

user01: liam seeing this like 😧😧

user02: who is she?

user03: liam lawson (redbull reserve driver)‘s childhood best friend. she’s known for partying a lot but lately it s gotten a lot worse 😬

user04: wasn’t she running her mouth about lando a few weeks ago??

user05: wait what spill

user04: a fan came up to her a few weeks ago and asked what she thought of some of the other drivers like lando, and she said he was a shit driver and should retire so liam gets a seat

user05: whattt that's so messed up. Who does she think she is??

You woke up with a headache, wrapped in sheets to your phone going off with a call. With a groan you grabbed your phone and answered it without looking at who it was. “What do you want?” you slurred, and was answered with Liam yelling at you.

“What the fuck is this?? You made out with Lando after saying some shit about him to a fan??”

You groaned, rolling over in bed to find your latest hookup gone. “Liam, it doesn’t matter. I’m fine, ok?”

“That’s not the point! You can’t just say whatever the fuck you want to people who are recording you, and you especially can’t bring me into it!” he ranted, and you could hear him pacing in his house. “Honestly, saying Lando should retire so I get a seat? Are you crazy??”

You sat up, rubbing your head. Hangovers were the worst thing in the world. “God, Liam, just loosen up! It’ll all blow over, ok? Don’t worry. I’ll lay low for a while, stop posting and shit, and they’ll forget about me.”

He answered immediately at that, quick to shoot it down. “No, no! You can’t just sweep it under the rug! This isn’t the first time you’ve done this, and it’s fucking with my career. Helmut’s talked to me about you, and about how you’re screwing up my chances for the Redbull seat.”

“Helmut’s a prick.”

“Maybe, but he’s right!”

“What the hell?!” You couldn’t believe what he was saying! Of all the times to call, the morning after you get shitfaced? You hadn’t even done anything bad. Yeah, you drank a lot. Who cares? You’re an adult, doing adult things.

“It’s the truth! You always get wasted, say some shit to media, and make me look like a fucking jerk! I'm tired of it, ok? It’s like you’re on a mission to fuck up my life! But I can never get mad at you because I’ve known you for forever and my whole family knows you and your whole family knows me and they’d crucify me if I ever made you sad or shit. Because you’re a spoiled brat!”

You sat there shocked at the outburst, opening your mouth to respond but he wasn’t done. A spoiled brat? Since when?!

“Ever since we were kids you’ve had someone like your brother, or your dad, or me to fix everything that you’ve broken. And it’s tiring! I’m not your nanny!”

You stood up at this, frustration turned up to the max. “I’m not asking you to be! I’ve never asked you to do that for me!”

“It’s not about you asking, it’s about you fucking my shit up and leaving it. It's like when you broke that vase at my parents house and didn’t say anything! I had to clean it up. I always have to clean it up. On Thursday I'll probably be asked about your behavior and have to make some answer to clear your name and make me look like I'm not a total prick.”

He stopped, and you could hear him breathing heavily. Shocked, you just gaped at the phone before saying calmly, “You could’ve told me this. Anytime before this you could’ve told me to shut up, to calm down, to do anything.”

“Oh, my, god. Are you fucking stupid?! Did you listen to anything I said?! I shouldn’t have to tell you not to talk to media! I shouldn’t have to tell you not to make out with my competitors! You’re an adult, so fucking act like one! Think a little!”

With that, he disconnected the call, leaving you bewildered, in an empty bed with an aching headache.

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user01: girl.. we need a response

user02: no liam like 😮

user03: he probs got tired of her running his name

user04: soo what were you saying about lando being shit??

user05: i am SO here for the yn slander yall dont know how long ive been waiting for this

It was a few hours after the call, when you had taken a shower, had a meal, and worked off your hangover when you decided to call Liam. I mean, if he could yell at you like that then you can too, right? Honestly, him bringing up stuff from your childhood was so uncalled for. That was in the past, so leave it there!

You sat down at your kitchen table with your phone, took a deep breath, and pressed the call button on his contact. It rang once, twice, a third time, then went to his voicemail.

An automated message began playing, and you pressed the button to hang up. What a jerk! You tried to call him again, and again, and again, but each time it went to his voicemail. You got dressed and went outside, deciding to take a walk around town outside.

It had been a few hours before you had decided to call him again, this time with a notepad of all the points you were going to make to prove him wrong. Tapping a pen against the pad, you pressed the call button on your phone, then the speaker button. It rang once, twice, a third time, then went to voicemail. You hung up and tried again. Again, and again, and again until you got a different answer. Your head laying down on your arm, you reached out and tapped the call button again, and it rang once, then went to voicemail.

You sat up. One ring? Did he seriously block you? You tried it again, hoping it was just an error. One ring, then voicemail, over and over and over. What an ass!

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don’t need your bs

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user1 ‘don’t need your bs’ and it’s friends being concerned about her

user2 oh.. another party

user3 is it just me that’s genuinely concerned?

user4 nono me too, liam and lando both stopped liking and she seems like she’s just drinking away

user5 and the answers from liam during the press conference,, like somethings wrong..

liammm🏎️

hey, are you alright?

this isn’t me forgiving you for anything im just worried about you

party animal 🎉

fuskkc off

liammm🏎️

are you at a party rn?

party animal 🎉

art s parlk

jus me amd a borttle

liammm🏎️

love cmon

you can’t keep doing this

party animal 🎉

i kmow

but idk

yiu should get bscl to work

liammm🏎️

send your location please

party animal🎉

you werr rifht

i’ve been using you

im sirry liam

liammm🏎️

love please just send me your location

i want to make sure you get home safe

we can talk more in the morning

party animal 🎉

im sorry liam

*location*

You were sitting on a bench, a bottle of korean soju next to you. It was halfway drained, but when Liam texted you it reminded you of everything that had happened and you couldn’t bear to drink more. Staring out at the playground, bright colors muted in the dark light of the moon, just thinking. About your life, your choices, your family. About Liam. It really wasn’t his fault, everything that happened. He had been right. You did use him as a nanny, badmouthing coworkers and dragging his name through the mud. Even now, he was picking you up in the dead of night because you chose to go out and get drunk by yourself. It wasn’t like there was anyone who wanted to drink with you anymore.

You turned around when you heard your name called, to see Liam jogging over to you. “Are you alright?”

You nodded glumly, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. How could you do this to him? He looked tired, and disappointed. You’d seen that look in your other friends, but in Liam it hurt so much more.

“C’mon, let’s get you home,” he said, reaching for your arms and gently pulling you up. “I’m sorry Liam,” you said, looking at him, slightly dazed. Why were you doing this drunk? Why couldn’t you do this sober? A pit of guilt grew and grew in your stomach as he ignored what you said, grabbing the bottle and beginning to walk you to the car. Of course he ignored it. This wasn’t the first time you said this. But this was the first time you meant it. Or had drunk you said that before? You stopped.

“Liam, I’m serious.”

He sighed and looked back at you. “I know.” Somehow that made it 10 times worse, and with a wobbly lip, you asked, “Have I said that before?” He nodded, then started walking with you again. “Let’s talk more in the morning.” It struck a cord, how quickly he shut it down. All of this had happened before. How did you not remember? How much of your life had you given to alcohol?

Liam helped you into the passenger seat, and started to help you buckle up, but you stopped him. You wanted to prove that tonight was different. “I got it,” you said quietly. He nodded and walked around to the driver’s side, driving you back to your apartment. The whole time, you were racking your brain for other times like this, just a little bit that you could remember. It hurt your head, and when you came up empty the pit in your stomach deepened.

“How many times have I done this?” you asked quietly as he pulled into the parking garage. He took a second to answer, and said, “I lost count.”

Fuck.

He parked and you got out on your own, stumbling a bit but refusing his help to the elevator and up to your apartment. Was this new? Was he impressed, did he see a change? Or were you thinking like this every night he came to pick you up? You unlocked the door and let the two of you in to the front room that had bottles and trash scattered everywhere, but Liam stopped in the doorway. You turned to look at him.

“I’ll come back in the morning with some food, we can talk then. Are you alright?”

You nodded, and he nodded, then he closed the door behind him as he left. You began cleaning yourself up, washing your face and taking a shower, then cleaning your apartment. It felt like you had been floating in the apartment, not really paying attention to it. You cleaned through the night, not wanting Liam to see the apartment like this when he came back. You had brewed yourself a strong coffee by the time he knocked on your door, and you took your time answering, scanning the whole apartment to make sure it was clean. It was, so you opened the door.

Liam was standing there with takeout from a nearby bakery. He already looked tired. Did he get any sleep last night? Could he see that you didn’t? You have a small smile and stepped aside to let him in. As he scanned the apartment, you took the food and began plating it. Leading him to the kitchen island to eat, he started talking.

“Do you remember last night?”

“Yes.” He didn’t seem convinced.

“I was at the park drinking. You came and picked me up, I asked you how many times you had to do that, you couldn’t remember and wanted to talk about things today. You dropped me off here and said you’d be back in the morning with breakfast so we could talk. Now it’s morning.”

Surprise flashed behind his eyes for a second, but just as quick he steeled himself.

“Did I remember it before?” you asked, looking down at your plate.

“No.”

Just one word told you everything. You had gone too far too many times. “You don’t have to do this Liam. I don’t want to drag you back to me like this.”

He didn’t speak, just ate his breakfast. It was sausage and eggs, with a side of fruit. Yours was a chocolate croissant with some strawberries. You couldn’t eat it.

“Do you want any of mine?” he asked, not looking at you. It was as if he was reading off a script. You shook your head. He sighed, put down his fork, and leaned back.

“You seem more aware this time. Did you not drink as much?” You shrugged. This whole thing felt awkward, like he was your dad after a bad night out when you broke curfew. Except that’s exactly what this was, except he was your friend.

“You were right when you called me. I’ve been using you.” “Was that why you were drinking?”

You shrugged again. You both knew it was a yes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it.

“You want to get better? Throw out your alcohol. Go to every bar and club around here and tell them to deny you entry no matter what. Stop going for drinks with your coworkers. I’d even consider rehab. You’re addicted, ok? I want you to get better.”

He was looking at you now, but you couldn’t meet his eyes. You just kept staring at the croissant. He sighed, and reached for your plate to switch your meals, but you stopped him.

“Can you come with me?” your voice was stupidly shaky, and you cursed yourself for it. “I’ll do all the talking, I just want to make sure I get all of them” He nodded. “Eat first. Did you sleep at all last night?”

You hated how you felt like a little kid, shaking your head before picking up the croissant and taking a bite. “Once we finish that, can we talk more about this? I just feel like I woke up to everything I’ve done, you know?”

“Sure.” it was a short, curt response that you knew you’d just have to accept.

A few minutes later, you finished the croissant and coffee and went to your room to change. You put on a simple outfit that would still make you look out together, but didn’t bother with makeup. Hopefully this would be over fast.

You and Liam set out around town, first going to your favorite club, The Eclipse. As you walked up, you felt your hands getting sweaty, and clenched and unclenched them until you felt Liam slip his hand in yours and give it a gentle squeeze. “You got this. It’s the first step that’s always the hardest.” You nodded, and walked up to the bouncer. After explaining to him your situation and how you were trying to quit drinking, he agreed to turn you away and call a cab for you if you turned up at the club. After thanking him profusely, you and Liam went on to the next club. And the next. And the next. It was not a short experience as you had hoped, it was long and embarrassing and tiring. Eventually you reached the last bar and confirmed with the owner that you wanted to be on the no-serve list, then turned to Liam.

He was smiling at you. It was a soft smile, but still there. You could see the pride in his eyes as he held out a hand to you, and you gladly took it, a small smile on your face too. “You did good. I’m proud of you.” He said, walking back to your apartment. “Thank you. I’m sorry it took me so long, and I'm sorry I didn’t listen to you before. I just feel so stupid for letting myself get to this point. And I feel so bad for hurting you and your career.”

“This is where you show it. Ok?” He said, shaking your intertwined hands and looking at you. “This is you showing me that you’re serious about everything you’re saying. Now you just need to stick with it and prove that you’re serious.”

You nodded, meeting his eyes with a watery smile. “I won’t hook up with Lando Norris again.”

He rolled his eyes, letting go of your hand jokingly. “Too soon, man. Too soon. Ugh. I got so many calls from Christian that day.”

“I’m sorry, truly. And I was such an ass when I answered you. And when I was like, trying to call you back. God, I just fucked up for the past 6 months. And I can’t even remember it at all! I just lost so much of my life.”

“But you’re pulling yourself out. And that means a lot to me. I’ve tried to get you to do this before, you know? You always dragged your feet and stuff.”

“Really?” You asked, looking at him with wide eyes. “See, this is what I’m talking about! I have zero recollection of that!”

He chuckled, and swung your arms as you walked. “This is a new chapter for you. I believe in you.”

FIN.

authors note.. bam! done! thank god, im so sorry this took so long.. i do have another still in the works that hopefully wont take as long but yeahh this series is gonna take forever.

#liam lawson #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #liam lawson x reader #liam lawson x y/n #liam lawson x you #rbr x reader

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everlastlady · 5 months

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Bloody Legend Part 7

✘- Author's Note: Haha! Finally fucking posting Bloody Legend on a Friday. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✘- Word Count: 3372

✘- Series Parts: Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6

✘- Story Contains: Mammon, Charlie, Alastor, Angel Dust, Lucifer, Lilith, Fizzarolli, Panic Attacks, Delusionist reader, Reader Back story, illness, hospital, and realization.

“ (Name) go find Alastor and tell him that dinner is ready! “ (Name’s) Mother Lana called out. Little (Name) looked back at their mother. “ We are playing hide and seek, I can’t find them. “ (Name) frowned. “ Well, find them quickly because I don’t want dinner to get cold. Lana stepped back into the house. (Name) huffed and looked around for Alastor, he was always good at this gaming. (Name) got frustrated and stood in the middle of the field. “ Alastor, my mom said dinner is ready so come out! “ (Name) crossed their arms but couldn’t see or hear Alastor. “ Fine! Don’t come out, I’m going to eat all the food and you won’t get any, even the cookies! “ While (Name) was yelling, something was sneaking up behind them. “ Boo! “ Alastor tackled (Name) who screamed, when they realized it was Alastor they glared. “ That’s not funny! “ (Name) tears up as Alastor laughed. “ I’m sorry it’s always funny to sneak up on someone, that’s why it’s always good to stay alert. You never know what could happen, you could end up dead. “ Alastor said, with a large smile. “ You’re weird. “ (Name) said, while taking Alastor’s hand as he pulled them up. “ Well you're my friend, so that also makes you weird. “ Alastor smiled as the two held hands walking back to the house. Alastor’s mother was good friends with (Name’s) mother. The two children always had playdates and stayed friends for a very long time. They went through good times and bad times. Neither judged each other. Especially when (Name) stayed the night at Alastor’s home because of a rain storm. When they saw Alastor killing a victim that was escaping from his basement. They helped Alastor bury the body outside in the rain. Alastor laughed as the rain covered his brown hair and glasses. “ (Name) you are quite the friend! “ Alastor patted the dirt. (Name) smiled. “ I would hate to see you go to jail and end up on death row, you should plant flowers here it would look beautiful and the bodies would help them look amazing. “ (Name) said, with a smirk. “ I’ll make sure to plan your favorites now, let's get out of the rain, I’ll make my mother’s jambalaya! “ Alastor said, as the two walked inside holding hands. The two had an unbreakable friendship. Both families were aware of the murders. (Name’s) mother was grateful that Alastor always brought the good meat. Alastor would come to the restaurant to see (Name) on the stage singing. He admired how his friend was up on stage singing or telling jokes. Alastor even did (Name) the honor of killing any creepy stalkers that tried to harm or kidnap (Name). The two always knew their friendship would never stop, especially until death. But (Name) was surprised when Alastor invited them over for dinner and asked them to marry. Alastor never seemed like the romantic type. “ I love you like a friend (Name) but who says friends can’t marry, marriage doesn’t have to be romance based. '' Alastor showed you the silver ring. “ There are many reasons people can get married without feeling sexually or romantically attracted to each other, so (Name) will you marry me? “ Alastor asked.

(Name) smiled and nodded their head, they wouldn’t mind marrying their best friend, it didn’t sound strange and besides (Name) never really found anyone who they fell for. “ Yes, Alastor, I’ll marry you. “ (Name) watched as Alastor slid the ring on your finger. “ Then until death do us apart (Name) “ Alastor pulled (Name) in for a hug, “ I promise to protect us both. “ He whispered. Now marriage life didn't change anything in (Name) and Alastor’s friendship. Everyone assumed that Alastor and (Name) were always the sweet happy couple with a beautiful garden. The couple who always made such delicious meat dishes. (Name) always curled up on the couch with a book to listen to Alastor on the radio. Everytime he mentioned the disappearances or murders. (Name) knew that he was trying not to laugh but (Name) was always grinning. Alastor adored how (Name) always knew how to get blood stains out of his clothes or out the floors. The only time (Name) killed people is when they tried to fight back and hurt Alastor. Alastor never worried if (Name) fell in love with someone or wanted to date someone; but he was protective. Sadly though (Name) couldn’t date or marry anyone. Since this was a small town, (Name) and Alastor are well known. The two of them had separate bedrooms, the only time the two shared a bed was for listening to music with Alastor or when he wanted to read to (Name). Everything was perfect; with (Name) and Alastor. That was until hunting season. Alastor had been looking forward to hunting season - he was prepared and promised that he would be back two days early. (Name) waited and waited but Alastor didn’t return until it was reported that he had passed away from an hunting accident that he was shot in the head. (Name) cried their heart out hearing how he passed away. They attended Alastor’s funeral and always visited his grave on Alastor’s birthday. (Name) lived for Alastor that was until a stalker followed home and killed them. (Name) found themself in Hell and reunited with Alastor, how the radio demon grinned at them and told them. “ I guess I'm wrong, not even death can separate us apart. “ Alastor smirked.

(Name) stopped looking at the picture and at Alastor. “ Of course, I remember how we met, you are still a weirdo. “ (Name) laughed. “ And you were my friend so that also makes you weird. “ Alastor said, laughing. The two of you were laughing up a storm. This caught Mammon’s attention and he looked over. This stirs up some emotion. He wanted to only make you laugh like that, and great it’s that fucking deer lord. “ Charlie, me and (Name) are gonna head to our room to freshen up. “ Mammon said, trying to keep his cool but he kept looking back at (Name) and Alastor. “ Of course, I made sure to give you both the best room, Nifty did an amazing job. “ Charlie said, gesturing towards the small woman who was dusting a lamp. “ I’ll show them to their room. “ Alastor said, walking up with (Name) . Mammon didn’t want to make a big scene in front of his niece so he knew that he would have to deal with this. “ Thank you. “ Mammon said, with a forceful smile. Mammon was going to grab (Name’s) hand but he looked down to see that Alastor already had a hold of (Name’s) hand. “ I don’t think that’s professional. “ Mammon said, trying to keep a smile on his face. Alastor laughed. “ You’re right, forgive me for wanting to just catch up with an old friend. “ Alastor said and let go of (Name’s) hand. Old friend? Mammon didn’t know what Alastor met by that, (Name) had never had any friends. Mammon would discuss this later with them, he took a hold of (Name’s) hand, Alastor decided to play a little game. “ I don’t think it’s professional for someone’s boss to hold their employees hand, someone could get the wrong idea~ “ Alastor stood there with a wide grin. Mammon glared and let go of (Name’s) hand. “ I’m just protective of them, because of creepy fans. “ Mammon said, stepping towards Alastor. “ Well, you don’t have to worry about creepy fans because this hotel has protection and Vaggie. Now let’s show you to your rooms. “ Rooms? “ Mammon followed behind Alastor. “ Yes, rooms, we gave you the royal suite your greediness and (Name) has the star suite, we thought it would be better. “ Alastor had his back turned to Mammon and (Name) but he had a mischievous smirk, he had to pull some strings to make this happen and he also wanted to catch up with (Name). Alastor stopped in front of the door. “ This is your room, Angel Dust should be bringing up your bags soon. “ Alastor said, as a large crash could be heard. “ What the fuck! “ Vaggie yelled. “ It’s not my fault the big green bastard brought a lot of shit. “ Angel said. A gentle smile played on (Name’s) lips but Mammon on the other hand was upset that he and (Name) wouldn’t be sharing a room. He tried to brush his fingers against (Name’s) only for (Name) to move their hand away and cupped her hands together. Alastor grinned from seeing that. The bags were finally brought up.

“Oh! Wow you’re that fucking clown bitch that juggles while singing and dances. I also love your dirty jokes, almost popped a lung when you told that joke about the cheap hooker, can I have your autograph. “ Angel asked, he stopped pushing the cart. “ That will be $200. “ Mammon said, stepping in between Angel and (Name). “ $200!? For a fucking autograph! “ Angel was in shock but what could you expect from the greed lord himself? “ Then you must not be a fan or love their work if you can’t pay for a bloody autograph from a bloody legend. “ Mammon said, adding a bit of sass into his tone. The word bloody legend didn’t make (Name) feel happy anymore it just made them feel sick, they hated that word. They looked away just wishing to go into their room. “ Fine, I’ll pay for the damn autograph. “ Angel pulled out his wallet angrily, going through it and handing the money to Mammon who quickly summoned one of your autographs but the picture looked old and a bit torn. “ This looks like shit! “ Angel said, holding up the picture to Mammon who only smirked. “ Then you can get a new one for the same price after (Name’s) show. “ Mammon laughed. Alastor watched Angel and Mammon engage in this fiery staring contest, only for him to notice that (Name) had their arms lazily hugging their body while looking tired and comfortable. “ Here, let me bring in your bags. “ Alastor said, snapping his fingers as (Name’s) bags began to float and their room door opened. “ Thank you. “ (Name) muttered softly and stepped inside the room while Angel and Mammon argued about prices. The door closed while (Name) sat down on the bed and closed their eyes, they felt a soft squeeze on their hands and opened it to see Alastor kneeling in front of them. “ Why do you work for him? I know you are tired. I can smell it on you and we've been friends for years so I know when you are exhausted (Name). “

Of course he knew when (Name) was exhausted. “ I really can’t quit… “ (Name’s) said lifting the side of their shirt to reveal the bruise marks from when Mammon squeezed them. Alastor’s eyes changed the sound of static filling the room. “ He did this to you…? “ Alastor stood up to leave the room. (Name) jumped up and quickly grabbed him by the wrist already knowing what he was going to do. “ Alastor! It’s fine, he was just being hard me l-like a good boss! “ (Name) said. They didn’t want to see Mammon and Alastor fight and possibly mess up Charlie’s hotel, they were also afraid of them both getting hurt, especially Alastor. “ (Name) this isn’t okay! And you know it isn’t the old (Name) wouldn’t have let someone put their hands on them. I remember you punching men in the face if they even dared to threaten you. Does your mother know about this? “ Alastor asked while cupping (Name’s) face. “ Of course not… I don’t want her to worry, I don’t even know why I showed you that was stupid of me. “ (Name) sighed softly. Alastor placed a kiss on (Name’s). “ No, dear, it’s good you told me, has he always been treating you like this? “ Alastor asked. “ No… not really, the last couple of days he was good to me and… we were getting close but it changed all of sudden he just became aggressive out of nowhere. “ (Name) looked down. Alastor scoffed. “ People don’t become aggressive out of nowhere, he’s always been like that, him and the other sins, have always been sick and twisted, it’s what they are. They show you what you want and then eventually show their true colors like humans. Mammon has you trapped in his web; slowly feeding off of you and when you are no more, he’ll move onto the next best thing. “ Alastor said. “ Stop it! “ (Name) said, with a glare. “ I’m sure it’s just the stress because of the grand opening. “ (Name) said. Another scoff came from Alastor. “ Stress isn’t an excuse to lash out on people, especially hurt them. “ (Name) you deserve so much better and I hope that one day you will see that you do, because I miss my friend. “ Alastor said, while he brushed his fingers against (Name’s) cheek and turned around. “ I won’t go after him, but please don’t let it get worse; if you do choose to leave his web, then remember I’m here for you. “ Alastor left the room, closing the door behind him.

(Name) stood there thinking about Alastor’s words. Were they really trapped in Mammon’s web? Was the Mammon who hurt them actually what his true colors are. (Name) shook their head not wanting to think about this anymore but it sits in their mind like a sickness. Everything ached, their mind and body in pain. They felt sick even throwing up wouldn’t help they didn’t feel comfortable in their own skin. They didn’t feel like this was their own skin. Feeling like a different person - couldn’t even recognize themself in the mirror. Would death be peaceful? Dreaming of a fresh new start or life. But a part of them cared for Mammon, but what did it matter if Mammon didn’t care for them? Haha, maybe Alastor was right? But he could also be wrong. Maybe (Name) could speak to Mammon and tell them how they feel, if Mammon actually cares about them. Yes, (Name) would just have to do it after the show and maybe Mammon won’t be so stressed or feel empty. (Name) sat down on the bed, they couldn’t wait till showtime and neither could Mammon.

When the hotel was finally packed with people who were invited to the grand opening. Mammon stood there eating some goat cheese balls off a platter. “ Mon, it’s good to see you again. “ A smooth voice of silk said. Mammon turned around his mouth stuffed with food, his eyes widened. He quickly swallowed and wiped his mouth. “ Lilith! It’s good to see you again, how you've been luv and where is Luci? “ Mammon said while pulling Lilith into a hug. She patted his back and smiled. “ I’ve been well and Lucifer is telling Charlie about his latest rubber duck collection. “ Lilith sighed and rolled her eyes. The two pulled away. “ I heard so much about (Name), you always post about them on your account, when do I get to meet them? “ Lilith asked while smirking. “ Very soon! They're going to put on a great show that you and Luci will love, better than that thing over there. “ Mammon said the last part quietly while secretly pointing to Fizzarolli who was laughing with Asmodeus and Verosika. Lilith chuckled and shook her head. “ No, dear, I mean as in when will you introduce me to them as your partner? “ Lilith asked. Mammon’s face almost turned red as the drink that Lilith had in her hand. “ W-We aren’t dating… I don’t like em like that “ Mammon said. Lilith tilted her head in confusion. “ Oh? But how you post about them, you seem so fond of them and I know love when I see it Mon. “ Lilith said and took a sip of her drink. Mammon didn’t know what to say but when he saw Lucifer walk up he was reviled. Maybe the topic could change. But before Mammon could say anything Lilith spoke up. “ Darling, Mon says he and (Name) aren’t dating and that he doesn’t like them that way. “ Lucifer placed a kiss on Lilith's cheek before looking at Mammon. “ Really? I thought you found the one especially how you post about them, you seem so fond of them. “ Lucifer said while raising an eyebrow. Lilith gasps. “ That’s what I said! “ Lilith said. Lucifer nuzzled his nose against Lilith's nose. “ Great minds think alike. “ Lucifer said. Mammon watched as Lucifer and Lilith were all lovey dovey. He wished he could have that, he wanted that… maybe after the show he could apologize and tell you how he truly feels. Yes he will do it. “ Well, Mammon when the two of you get together, let’s make it a double date. “ Lucifer said and gave Lilith a kiss before the two walked off.

Mammon stood there and smiled at the thought of a double date. (Name) was backstage sitting down in front of the vanity, a sigh escaping their lips as they thought about their performance hoping to impress everyone out there, especially Mammon. “ I don’t understand, why do you work for that sad sack of shit? “ A croak-like voice said. (Name) turned around to see Fizarolli, Mammon warned (Name) about Fizzarolli and how much of a diva he could be. “ Don’t call him that… “ (Name) frowned. “ What? It's true, I worked for him and he used me and tried to milk me for every pretty penny and now he’s doing the same to you. I can tell that you are panicking. You have dents in the palm of your hand probably from digging your nails into them. Not even the make-up can hide your tired look and don’t get me started on you look like you are on death's doorstep. “ Fizarolli stared (Name) up and down. “ You know you don’t need him for success, you can go and make your own, even if he tries to slander you. You’ll still have fans who will stick by your side like me. “ Fizzarolli said, trying to step closer but (Name) stepped back. “ I’m not you and you don’t me and you don’t know about Mammon… “ (Name) glared. Fizzarolli sighed and shook his head. “ Fine, don't say I didn’t warn you. “ Fizzarolli said, while the two looked at each other. This came to a stop when Charlie introduced (Name). “ I’m glad you could all make it to the opening of Hazbin Hotel, I really appreciate all the effort and love that was put into this. To start us off with some singing and jokes, please welcome (Name0! “ Charlie said excitedly. The crowd claps, (Name) walked out and looked out at the crowd. They spotted the sins sitting together in the booth in a VIP section, Mammon sitting next to Beelzebub and Belphegor. Then saw Alastor seated with Husk and Angel. (Name) felt the stage lights shining down, their skin felt like needles from being nervous. But they knew they could do this… for Mammon. (Name) began to sing stepping forward, Mammon grinned he always enjoyed (Name’s) singing and he hoped that the others would too. (Name) continued to sing, but the feeling of the needles got more painful, their stomach felt like a washing machine set on high - the room felt like it was spinning and the lights were so bright. They tried to keep their eyes open but before they knew it. (Name) collapsed on stage not hearing the gasps along with Mammon’s voice. “ (Name)! “ It felt like hours because it was hours.

(Name) finally fluttered open thinking they were on stage but they were not. They laid there in the hospital bed and heard the beeping of machines. They looked down to see themself covered in blankets. They groaned and looked at their arm to see the IV. They could feel the patches on their chest, (Name) became startled when the door opened. Alastor walked in with two cups of water and saw that (Name) was awake. “ (Name), you’re awake. How are you feeling? “ Alastor walked over to (Name’s) bed to help them sit up. Alastor handed them the water. (Name) took it and began drinking the water as they teared up. “ You were right Alastor… you were right.. “ (Name) said, looking at Alastor with tear filled eyes. “ You were right… “

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rachetmath · 1 month

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Jaune's Last Man

(Hi sorry this has been my head and I completely forgot about this so let me end this with a kicker. A rap you may say. If you need a recap or you don’t know what this is about....he links here.;

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/rachetmath/681709097493659648/ilia-blake-i-want-to-come-with-you-blake-ilia?source=share

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/rachetmath/683991434179805184/can-we-please-get-a-sequel-to-the-post-about-jaune?source=share

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/rachetmath/688883250974916608/so-i-know-ow-you-said-you-dont-normally-do?source=share)

Jaune: Mercury.

Mercury: Vomit Boy. How’s it hanging?

Jaune: I’m doing fine.

Mercury: Really? I mean since you killed your friend. Your girlfriend dead. And Atlas. I would think you be in a site of depression.

Jaune: Yeah. Except I’m in state of rage.

Mercury; Oh.

Jaune: I mean I haven’t seen my family in years to where I can barely remember their faces. I watched thousands of innocent people die. I was betrayed by someone I wanted to call friend. All because of my stupidity.

Mercury: Wow finally admit it. You don’t know what your doing.

Jaune: Still don’t… but I’ll take my chances.

Mercury: So what are you going to do torture me.

Jaune: Haha no. Of course not. Ladies.

Neo and Ilia walks into the room. Neo before she took a seat on the table, she gives Jaune a kiss on cheeks while Ilia a has weapon to Mercury’s neck. Mercury was still shocked with Neo.

Jaune: Alright. Let us begin. I’m here to make a deal.

Mercury: A deal?

Jaune: You bet. I want you on my team.

Ruby: What?

Jaune: Yes.

Mercury: Why?

Jaune: We need someone like you on our side. Guys like you come in very short supply.

Mercury: That doesn’t give me much of a reason. Why should I give you allegiance?

Jaune: I’m willing to give something that can’t refuse.

Mercury: Please, your not even giving me a right to choose.

Jaune: *sigh* Ilia.

Ilia removes her weapon and sits down.

Jaune: Fine, I’ll play by rules. Look, I understand. Your father he was bad man. But brother he’s dead.

Mercury: I know.

Jaune: I know it was by own hands. I get it wasn’t easy but you fail to get-

Mercury: Is?

Jaune: That you can be better. So much clever. Do really want to stay in his shadow forever?

Mercury: Please. Who are you to judge me? If I recall correctly didn’t you cheat. You went to a school filled with talent. With nothing to show but empty promises and values. You talk a big game but you can’t measure up. Face it bud, your only here because of luck.

Jaune: …. ….

Mercury: Got nothing to say. Guess the fun is over. No more debates. I guess I’m done now prison await. Besides Salem offered me world on a plate what’s better than that?

Jaune: Okay, little man, so what’s your plan?

Mecury: What?

Jaune: Yeah, little man, what’s you plan?

Mercury: I mean-

Jaune: What’s your plan? Tell me, little man, what you gone do when you got the world in your hands? You get all money and get some respect. You make yourself sound like you really are a threat. Yes its true, your right about me. I did what it took to follow my dreams. But now look at me. I am all three. Money, Power and respect. A threat guaranteed. I lost many people but yet I still breath. Yet I still believe in what we can achieve.

Mercury: … … …. What are you saying to me?

Jaune: We’re nothing like them.

Mercury: What do you want from me?

Jaune: Show me your bravery. Leave it all BEHIND and make history.

Mercury: But I-

Jaune: You’re nothing like him.

Mercury: I’m-

Jaune: You can still be better.

Emerald: *burst in door* And if your not sure we can explore it together. We’ll have each other.

Jaune: And if you believe-

Mercury: Believe?

Jaune: In yourself.

Emerald: And me.

Jaune and Emerald: There’s nothing you can’t achieve.

Mercury: Really?

Jaune: Right.

Emerald: You can fly. Again. Sore the sky. Again.

Jaune: Away from sun. Together with us. We can make history. Forge our destiny. Our story will be legendary. So-

Jaune: *pulls his hand out* What do you say?

Mercury: Hmm. Well-

Jaune: Yes, you will paid.

Mercury: And?

Jaune: Yes, come man, what do you say?

Mercury: *shakes Jaune’s hand* Alright you got a deal compadre.

RWBY: Dang.

Oscar: They went play by play.

Nora: So Jaune? Tell us, what’s now the team’s name?

Jaune JMNI. What do you all think?

Mercury: I got say, it’s got nice ring to.

Ilia: I accept the team name. No mistake.

Neo: *agrees with smile*

Jaune: Guess we agree. But before we celebrate we have demonstrate, how useful we are, leave no trace to debate. So let’s start on our first case. What do you say?

Mercury, Ilia and Neo(with a sign): Bring it.

Jaune: Oh this will be great.

Nora: Can we stop rhyming.

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whatisthatmae · 1 year

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Neteyam x Vitiligo Metkayina! Reader

Part 1

Authors note: my second post!! Hopefully this doesn’t disappoint! Enjoy!

Pronouns: She/Her

Y/n pov

I was on my way to hunt some fish to eat for dinner when I heard someone blowing the horn for some odd reason. I got up from where I was and then I see people rushing to see what had arrived at our shores. I stop what I’m doing and go see what the commotion is all about. Once I got there I see my parents, Ronal & Tonowari, and my siblings Tsireya & Ao’nung. I had skipped my way over to where all the people from my clan were, swinging my tail a bit side to side,only to see some new comers. They looked like they were from the Omatikaya clan from the forest.

My siblings were beside my parents by the time I arrived. I skimmed my gaze over the new comers only to see what looks like to be their eldest son looking my way. I look at him a bit confused, mostly because he was just..staring at me. Either way I at least tried to give him a small smile. I don’t really like new comers, or anything new that comes to our clan. My attitude is similar to my mothers so at first I don’t really like them,but I at least have some heart to be nice..unlike her.

She had been looking over these new people with a judging look on her face. Even though I wasn’t the one she was looking at, it made me nervous. Her whole gaze, just makes me nervous. My mother, and the boys mother started growling at each other when my mom got to close to what seems like the other woman’s mate I assume. Toruk Maktou has apologized for the woman’s behavior, blaming it on the flight on the way here.

After a while of talking, my father declared that me and my siblings will help the new family learn our ways. I was not really happy about it because I have better things to do, I am the second eldest child in our family. I am training under my mother to become the next Tsahík. “Father, you do know I have other things to do, correct?” I said with a scowl on my face. Me and my father have butt heads a lot ever since I’ve gotten older. “It had already been decided.” He said sternly.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes at him. I told my sister Tsireya to hurry up so we can get this over with. We showed the family to their Marui & I felt the older brothers gaze on me again. I don’t know what exactly he’s looking at me for though. Maybe it’s because my skin is sort of different? I don’t know. But I try to ignore it the best I could until the day was over. After a while their parents went with mine to go learn elsewhere, while me & my sister teach their children.

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After their lesson I tried to leave as fast as I could. I honestly like to keep to myself, it just feels better that way to be alone. When I was on the shore I felt someone tap my shoulder for a moment. I turn around & guess who it was. Yup, the older brother who I still don’t know the name of. “ Yes? Do you need something before I leave?” I asked, being as polite as I could. “Yes actually.” He said, I raised and eyebrow for him to continue. “Could you tell me your name? I’d at least like to know the name of the person I’m learning from.” He asked. I sighed and told him what he asked for. “ My name is ____” I said back to him.

“I was wondering if you would like to be friends? The other people I’ve met here are being… should I say, rude?” I hum in acknowledgement and nod my head. “Yes, that’ll be fine, I guess. I really must get going though. My mother would be furious if I’m late.” I said in a hurry. “Oh, we’ll I’ll see you around then?” He asked curiously. “ Yes, you will. Goodbye!” I tried to put a smile on my face that looked at least a bit real. “Bye!” He said back.

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It’s been a few weeks since the Sully’s have showed up on our island. Me and Neteyam have been getting to know each other better, and it’s been working. I’ve been opening up to him about this recently, like how I’ve been so stressed to keep up with my mothers expectations. He relates to my struggles too, which makes me feel better to say the least.

Neteyam has been getting better at his lessons too. I’ve taught him very well since he’s learned in such fast time. I’ve taught him every ting I know from riding an ilu, to hunting. I don’t really know what else to do when we “hang out” anymore…if you can even call it that. He says the we “ should hang out outside of the lessons” since their is nothing else that I can teach him.

Neteyam’s pov

Recently, I’ve been hanging out with ____ a lot. I’ve been making excuses to hangout with them or even just for the simplest things. Lo’ak is thinking that I like her, and I’m starting to see it. ____ is very mysterious, and interesting. She doesn’t really like to be out much with other people, and she has this fierce type attitude. Sort of similar to her mothers, just more..dialed back.

Today I made ____ a gift. It’s a bracelet from the shells from the shore that tuk and I found a few days ago. “Who is that for?” Lo’ak asked. “It’s none of your business, Lo’ak” I rolled my eyes at him while walking towards the place where me and ____ are supposed to meet. “ Its fine, I have a pretty good guess on who it’s for” he said. I huffed and kept waking. “Look big bro, someone’s gonna snatch ____ up and take her one day . Might as well and confess soon.” He said. “And why do you say that?” I asked. “ One of her brothers friends mentioned that he had a crush on her yesterday. So I suggest you hurry up and do it while you have the chance.”he shrugged his shoulders and walked away. I sighed and just kept walking until I see ____.

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Really? - Kai Parker

Kai x Fem!reader (Eventually)

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,996

Summary: They call in Y/n to babysit Kai

Authors Note: I used the name Hope as a nickname. Also like shes hundreds of years old. Used Twitter in this because Kai had a twitter in the show. This is REALLY old my writing has improved SO much since I wrote this. I wrote for english class in highschool as a sophomore. The date on the paper that I turned it in on was 5/26/16. This was never typed and honestly I completely forgot about it. But I found the 9 page story in my closest. Hope you all enjoy it. This is probably one of the very first times I every wrote a piece of fanfiction. I never posted it on tumblr, I’m pretty sure. I did rewrite some parts cause like I said my writing has very much improved since this lol.

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“Ok, I did not come back to Mystic Falls to babysit some sociopath that I don’t even know!” Y/n said standing in the doorway to the livingroom. Y/n had her left hand on her hip with it pushed out to the side, and her right hand flat out pointing towards Alaric and Jo sitting on the couch together. It had been awhile since she had been in the Salvatore boarding house. “This was your idea, wasn’t it?”

“Relax, Hope. It was mine and Stefans idea. We figured you're a Hybrid plus a witch. Also you're not easily persuaded. Your best option.” Damon said, pouring himself some bourbon.

“Ha,ha,ah, NO!” Y/n said with anger filled eyes. “I don’t want to babysit the newest town problem.”

Y/n turned on her heels towards the front door, once she got there when she started to open the door Stefan appeared right in front of her. He closed the door before slinging his arm around her shoulders, walking her back to where everyone else was.

“Please do this Hope, if not for me or Damon do it for Jo, Liv and Luke. Please.” Stefan pleaded.

Considering that Kai was trying to kill his siblings, the Salvatore brothers being allies with them and not Kai, makes it more understandable why they were keeping him in their cellar or as Y/n liked to call it a dungeon.

Even though Y/n didn’t plan on coming back to Mystic Falls from New Orleans to help in their latest crisis, she would. Her father, the original Hybrid, wouldn't like it. He couldn’t bare to lose her, not his hope. That was her nickname and it stuck. Everyone calls her Hope because of it.

“Fine.” Y/n gave in, although a bit annoyed.

Y/n didn’t have anything else to do and hey, maybe this sociopath wouldn’t be that bad. She had never been one to judge without knowing the person. Her father just because his mother was unfaithful to a werewolf was judged for her actions. Y/n found that unfair.

Damon opened his mouth to speak, bringing Y/n out of her thoughts. “Ok its settled then you watch the little weasel.”

Soon enough they all left to go do what they needed to do, so Y/n headed down to the cellar and sat against the wall. Having been told to stay close to the cellar because Kai was tricky.

Y/n went on her phone and got on twitter, not long after her phone went off with a notification for the social media app. And apparently Kai had heard it.

“You should follow me on twitter, cobrakai1972.” He said from inside the dungeon cell.

Y/n thought about it for a moment and she didn’t see anything wrong with friending him on twitter. “Ok, that was corbakai1972. Right?”

Once she heard that Y/n heard him get up and suddenly his face was behind the bars on the door. Y/n lifted her head to look at him, he looked surprised. “Wait, are you serious?”

“Yeah, why not?” she shrugged.

Kai raised his eyebrows in shock. So he decided to explain who exactly he was. “Well, I assume they told you exactly why you're babysitting me. Right? I’m the new big bad in Mystic Falls. In the prison world I kidded BonBon, multiple times. I assume she’s your friend since you are obviously friends with Damon, Stefan, Alaric, and the rest of them. Probably friends with Jo, Live and Luke as well if you're willing to protect them. They trust you enough to watch me.”

Y/n didn’t miss the way he said his sister's name with disgust, he must really want to kill her like they said. Considering he look’s 22 and Jo looks 44, Y/n took it as in prison worlds you don’t age. Also he killed Bonnie in one so you can’t die either. Damn witches are assholes.

“Well for one thing they told me their side of the story of what happened. Second thing, me and Bonnie are not friends so whatever kill her I don’t care. And yes, they are my friends I guess you could say. Third thing, trust me now that is a kinda long story. They do trust me but that took a very long time, being the daughter of the original Hybrid Klaus Mikaelson whom they trust as far as they can throw. Trust wasn’t an easy thing to earn, Especially since I’m alot like my father. They have me babysitting you because I’m a Hybrid like him as well, and a witch.” Y/n smirked at him which made him smile widely.

“So I guess that means I can’t convince you to let me out?” He asked with a cheeky grin. Y/n shook her head ‘no’ and they both laughed.

Y/n realized she liked his laugh, she didn’t think he laughs often. After a while their laughter died down they started talking about everything and nothing all at the same time. They talked for hours and at some point they had both started leaning against the cellar door. Then the object of ‘pasts’ came up.

“Kai we don’t have to. We don’t have to talk about the past or family if you don’t want to. I get it’s a touchy subject.” Y/n told him sincerely.

Kai nodded even though she couldn’t see him. “You're right we don’t, but I want to know yours and I take it that if I don’t tell you anything then you won’t tell me anything. Am I correct?”

He was right, she wouldn’t tell him if he didn’t share his. “Yes, you're right.”

Kai nodded. “Fine. My family called me an abomination and they physically and mentally abused me with magic and, not because I’m a siphoner. I can’t and couldn’t fight back. Since I couldn’t generate my own magic. My parents didn’t want me to possibly rule the coven, so they kept having kids till another set of twins was born. When twins turn 22 in our coven they merge and the winner takes both powers and becomes the leader of the coven. The other dies. When me and Jo were supose to merge they said no, I went on a rampage. They decided to let us merge but it was all a set up to send me to the prison world. One of my very own, like hell.”

Y/n felt sad for him, his parents turned him into what he was today. They made him into the sociopath, from how they treated him. It wasn’t his fault he was born a siphoner. Called an abomination in his own home growing up by the people who should’ve loved him. It was so wrong in so many ways.

Y/n wanted to lighten the mood a bit. “Wow. That's some history. Am I supposed to top that?”

“There’s more things to me than just that but some things stay secret.” Kai winked, obviously teasing her.

Y/n bit her lip and rolled her eyes at his coolness.

“Okay! Your turn.” He said excitedly through the door.

Y/n laughed before thinking where to start. “Ok, ok lets see, before and after my birth my fathers parents have been trying to kill me. And they're dead now and still try. So my father sent me away for a while. When he brought me back to live with him and our family, his siblings in New Orleans. Its not the only time I've been sent away, my father has a lot of enemies. He sent for me back when he came here and undaggered his siblings. We even have a house here. We caught up and that's when I met everyone. Lots of saving, lots of killing. But I think everything that me and my dad have been through made our bond stronger. There's more to me but you know some things stay secrets.”

Y/n heard him laugh at her copying of his words from before.

“Well I think we are pretty much tied on the who’s worse considering my parents beat me and your dad's enemies and parents keep trying to kill you. I mean at least mine let me live.” Kai let out an amused breath.

“OK well this is getting depressing.” She sighed

“Agreed.” He said

Then suddenly Damon’s name lit up Y/n’s phone with a text.

[ Hey won’t be back for a couple more hours. Please keep watching him.]

Y/n scoffed, fully annoyed she’d already been here for 5 hours.

“What?” Kai asked, having heard her scoff and seen the annoyance on her face.

“Damon’s going to be even longer.” Y/n was officially pissed. Y/n thought for a moment and then a brilliant idea popped into her head. “You know if I have to watch you why does it have to be here?” She smirked michevously up at the breunette.

“What do you have in mind?” He questioned.

“If I have to watch you I’m not going to do it here.” Y/n stated.

“Wasn’t that the point?” Kai questioned.

“So?” She shrugged. “His text didn’t say it had to continue here.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not what he meant but I won’t stop you.” Kai smirked at her idea, completely ready to be free from his cell.

Y/n didn’t need a key since she was hundreds of years old witch.

“They're gonna be pissed when they find out.” He told her as he stepped out the doorway.

“They can’t and don’t know how to kill me. And my father plus Aunts and Uncles wouldn’t let them lay a finger on me.” She rolled her eyes.

So the two of them walked upstairs when Kai spoke up. “So you really want to hang out with me?”

“Of course.” she nodded but when she looked over at Kai he seemed relieved. “Did you think I would say no?”

He scratched the back of his head looking to the floor.

“Kai” Y/n looked at him and stepped in front of him reaching up to hold his face in her hands. “After everything we just talked about, and me letting you out, why would I not want to hangout with you?”

Y/n leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. Kai couldn’t believe he might’ve actually found a friend.

“You mentioned your name when we talked. How if they named you Mlachia then they must have expected you to be evil. When I look in your eyes I don’t see evil, I see a boy that doesn’t know what love is.” Y/n looked into his eyes. Kai saw no malice, no hatred. She cared about him.

“You don’t know me. Not really.” He shook his head not believing that she could care about him.

“I don’t. But I’d like to.” She smiled warmly at him. Y/n lifted her shoulders smiling looking into his eyes. “Who knows, maybe you can change. I’m not saying to stop killing, I’m just saying maybe not kill everyone. People might see you differently.”

Kai laughed at the last part, it was probably true. “No one’s gonna ever see me differently. No one will ever see me as redeemed.”

Kai looked down actually feeling sad about that. No one would ever give him a chance. He’d never be forgiven.

“Hey, you want to know why my dad and everyone calls me Hope?” Y/n asked, she was gonna tell him anyway but luckily he nodded so she continued. He didn’t just nod though he also raised an eyebrow and made a look that made Y/n laugh. “He calls me Hope, because I’m his hope. His hope to be better, his hope of redemption. Maybe I can be your hope to.”

Kai smiled nodding along. “Maybe.”

With that they officially left the Salvatore boarding house to go have some freedom and fun.

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norrisreads · 1 year

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into you #YT22

PAIRING : yuki tsunoda x reader! + other drivers

SYNOPSIS: words on the paddock seems to be thrown around fast yet silently because apparently yuki tsunoda has a girlfriend who’s loving the relationship to be kept lowkey!

WARNINGS: fluff just FLUFF

FC: jennierubyjane on ig

yuki is out with the other drivers to celebrate seb’s last race, and pierre caught yuki grinning on his phone multiple times.

It isn’t like yuki to always be on his phone and smile like someone who’s crazily in love

“what got you smiling, yuki. It’s creeping me out” pierre pointed it out while nudging yuki

george hearing the convo, decided to jump in too.

“yeah, what pierre said. Don’t you think you’re looking at your phone every few minutes, mate?” george laughed and at this point everyone is focused on yuki tsunoda.

yuki’s ears turned red and gave out a confession.

“I’m just texting my girlfriend, don’t you guys do that too?”

pierre, shocked snatched yuki’s phone and judging from his reaction, everyone is refusing to believe the yuki tsunado has a girlfriend.

“It’s fucking real, it’s a real woman. There’s texts here saying baby. I’ve never know i’ll live to the day yuki is texting a woman”

yuki rolled his eyes proceeding to snatch his phone from pierre back

and the next few weeks it was all about yuki’s love life in the grid.

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charles_leclerc yuki broke the bro code

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y/bestff/username get back to travelling yuki, i want her back

y/n knew that this day would come now or never where she stepped foot into the paddock. Yuki have finally convinced her to attend the miami gp, and now she’s here.

Attending the paddock is fine, what’s scaring her is meeting yuki’s teammates and friends, yuki knows you are scared of meeting new people and have never forced you into attending any of the races.

Avoiding the paparazzi and reporters, you’ve decided to attend alone and meet yuki at his driver’s room. While walking pass through everyone, you can’t help but to look down and kept on updating your best friend until u stumbled on to someone.

“whoa slow down, cutie” you’ve recognised this voice somewhere and you’ve finally placed the rightful owner to its voice once taking a look at his face.

“y/n? you’re here? you’re real?” Pierre shooked you

this is so awkward, you and Pierre have talked online numerous time but never in real life and this being your first ever online interaction is such an awkward timing.

“Surprise? I’m here! Any idea where’s yuki? I can’t get a hold of him” and before you could continue talking, pierre pulled you and directed you to an unknown location

“We’re having a drivers meeting, just the drivers no team principals or whatever. What a great timing, i was tasked to get drinks for them, but now that you are here, you should meet the rest too!”

Oh Dear, this was the biggest nightmare ever

Both of you stood in-front of a meeting room, following that Pierre knocked twice and there stood in-front of you was Yuki and 18 other drivers looking right at you and Pierre.

Knowing you so well, yuki went straight to you and held your hand to calm down your nerves

“hi baby, I’ll introduce you to them? you okay with that?” well you had no other choice, you can’t just walked away, that is such a bad impression, so you nodded your head

“hey guys, this is y/n my REAL girlfriend” yuki emphasised on the REAL

“whoa, always thought you were fake! I’m charles, great to finally meet yuki’s girlfriend”

and in that moment, you realised maybe you’re able to go public with yuki tsunoda because of how well loved he is.

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miracles-and-butterflies · 5 months

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Third part of Ride the Cyclone AU.

The game begins.

(Oh and check out my reblog for this post for Dolores’ bid to be brought back to life).

The previous part in case you need a recap.

Comments are always appreciated.

Warning, sensitive topics below, especially character death.

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A Little More of Me

A drumroll rang through the room.

A spotlight flickering before it finally settled on Dolores.

“Dolores Madrigal, you are first.” The blue suited man declared.

The woman froze, before barely managing to get out the small word, “Why?”

He sighed sarcastically. “Alas! if only you hadn’t burned off those three questions right at the top.”

“It’s just…” she glanced around momentarily, before setting her eyes on the closest person to her. “When you tie the room together, I think Isabela is going to seem like the natural choice for that slot!”

“What? You want me to go first? But you never want me to go first.” Isabela commented.

Dolores squeaked in delight. “Well, it’s like you always say, Isa; the oldest should go first.” She quickly pushed the woman towards the strange man. “Mr. Whatever, Isabela and I are going to trade places.”

“No trading places,” the man remarked, mocking her voice as he did.

Isabela burst into laughter, looking very smug as she walked over only for Desconocida to step in and block the path to Dolores. Any cruel remarks were quickly forgotten about as Isabela’s new focus was now getting away from this being.

A problem she and Luisa would counter by trapping the thing in the cart.

Dolores rolled her eyes and walked away, trying to recover some of her dignity.

“I am happy about that, actually,” Dolores said. “Fine, I’ll go first. I just want to say two things.” Then, she redirected her attention on the man. “I don’t know how it is in your culture, but in ours? Playing games where people’s lives are on the table? Super illegal!” She screeched. Taking a breath and smiling, she continued, “Second, I really love your suit. It really brings out your eyes.”

The lights faded and the rest of the contestants disappeared in the darkness, leaving only the spotlight on Dolores as she stepped up to where a door had appeared in the wall. After a nod from the man, she went for the doorknob. It flashed to life with her name and engraving.

“Dolores Victoria Estrada Madrigal,” the man introduced. “Born 31st August, Virgo; the practical nature. Favourite ride: the ferris wheel.”

Several shots from throughout Dolores’ life, flashed up on the door, like photographs.

“Dolores was born into what is the most respected family in all of Encanto, but she soon found herself left to linger in the shadows. While the rest of her family was heralded with praise, the only comments that came Dolores’ way were…”

Isabela and Luisa reappeared - the former was wearing a red braided wig and hat, while the latter had a beige ruana thrown over her clothes. They echoed the words of the townspeople.

“You seemed so nice.” Isabela offered, lazily.

“I never really met you, but you seemed friendly.” Luisa shrugged.

Dolores awkwardly approached them, as the strange man continued his narration, but they didn’t seem to notice her at all and eventually walked off.

She slowly realised they were being controlled again.

“That is with the exception of one group of people. The biggest achievement Dolores was to receive in her short life was her school career. If not for Encanto being such an isolated town, her ambitions and skills would have been properly recognised at some prestigious university. Instead she’ll be glorified by her teachers for years to come. High school president, straight A student. Dolores Madrigal, the most intelligent girl in town.”

The lights came back and the visuals faded, the other contestants regathering in a semi-circle a few paces behind Dolores.

She herself stood in the centre, smiling, she cleared her throat.

“Judges. Colleagues. Family. Friends. Ominous novelty salesman.” She looked back at the piece of paper in her hands and tore it in half. “I had a speech prepared for this very occasion, but I simply cannot read it.”

“How does she have a speech for this?” Camilo questioned, looking around at the others in confusion.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t put it past her.” Luisa snarked.

“I am just going to speak from my heart,” Dolores continued. If she heard their comments, she didn’t acknowledge them. “I’ve known all of these folks since birth— oh!”

She made a turn, wanting to address her family, only to find Desconocida stood in the way.

The doll-headed girl leaned forward curiously, black eyes borrowing into Dolores’s own.

“Most of,” she amended, pushing the girl into Luisa, who freaked out. When had she gotten out of the cart? “And I love them all! I couldn’t compete against them for a chance at life.”

There was a confused noise from Camilo. “You literally spent all day at the fair telling me you would give me to Satan for free.”

Dolores abruptly shushed him. “My time, Camilo. This is my time.” She turned back to the strange man, “Look, I’ve heard enough of Tío Bruno’s rat telenovelas to get what you want us to do here. Who’s the best?” She nodded to herself. “Sure. Grades. Behaviour. Humanitarian efforts. Extracurricular activities. Musical endeavours. Being able to tell you everything about everyone in our town - quicker and more accurately than any type of record or machinery - since the age of five!”

She took a breath.

“I am the best,” she said confidently, “By any metric of society. I get that. But if that is how worth is measured, I want no part of it! Look some of us are left wing,” she lifted her left hand. “And some of us are right wing,” she lifted the other. “But the last time I checked, it takes two wings to fly!”

She flapped her arms as an example, then held them up in the air.

“We are community! We are family! We are the world!”

After her declaration, a loud buzzer noise played.

She bowed gracefully, to some silent and nonexistent applauding audience.

“Dolores Madrigal heroically concedes,” the suited man announced.

The other three Madrigals snickered, Isabela almost collapsing to the floor in peals of laughter between Camilo and Luisa. Desconocida, who had been dragged and left at the other side of the room by Luisa, simply tilted her head in confusion.

The comment seemingly smacked Dolores back to reality. “She does what?”

“I respect you taking the moral high ground.” He said, nodding gently. “Next!”

She ran over, shaking her head. “B-but I was just trying to prove to you that I’m a good person,” she insisted.

“Duly noted. Next!”

“No, no, no!” She exclaimed, desperate. To emphasise the point, she bravely snatched the metallic cone thing. She didn’t know why, she just suddenly felt compelled to. “I am urging you to make the responsible choice here for the betterment of humanity!”

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12th September, 1951

“I will go with them.”

The adults turned to honestly the last person they expected in the doorway.

“Now we’re definitely not gonna be allowed to do anything fun there!” Camilo whined, flopping to the floor dramatically.

Pepa only smiled. “Oh, would you, Lolita?”

“It’s a nice offer, but don’t feel you have to, mija.” Félix said. “Bruno is already going, and I’m happy to go as well—”

“No. I will keep them out of trouble. You deserve a break.” Dolores insisted.

“What the fuck was in those chocolates?” Luisa whispered to Isabela. She glanced curiously at the box Mariano had sent for Dolores’ birthday, just in time to catch a vine trying to clumsily push one out of its container. Luisa smacked Isabela’s arm.

The vine dissipated, the chocolate going flying.

Camilo’s eyes gleamed and he chased after it, as it disappeared underneath a cabinet.

“Sobrino, don’t eat food off the floor,” Julieta chided from where she had also appeared in the room.

“Five second rule, Tía!” Camilo shrugged, his mouth half-full.

She shook her head. “What are we all gathered around in here for? I called dinner about five minutes ago and the only person who showed up was Mirabel.”

“The children want to go to the fairground,” Agustín explained, getting up. “I’ll go ask to see if she’s interested. It wouldn’t be fair to leave her here.”

“That’s not fair! Why does Mirabel get to go and I have to stay here?” Antonio asked.

“Because you aren’t tall enough for most of the rides, Toñito. There won’t be much for you to do.” Félix soothed.

“I’m basically Mirabel’s height. She’s not going to be able to ride anything either.”

“You’re too young, I’m afraid, Antonio.” Abuela reasoned, as gently but firmly as she could. “You’ll have to sit this one out. Maybe next time the fair comes by.”

As Antonio’s lip quivered, Pepa scooped him up. “Aww, don’t cry, mijo. We’ll plan something just as exciting to do here - with all your animals, who wouldn’t have been allowed in the fair anyways - that will be much better. Okay?”

The family began head towards the table, Bruno pulled Dolores aside.

“It’s very kind of you to offer to go.” He said. Then raising an eyebrow, “Especially as you told me it was ‘a waste of time’ this morning. And you’d rather do anything then have to babysit the others more than you already do. Could it be that something has changed your mind? Are you admitting you were wrong?”

“Absolutely not; I’m always right. I am just a nice person - this is what I do.”

He smirked, “Oh yes. The world needs more people like you.”

They really do.

But she’d never say it out loud.

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brae-brae · 4 months

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I speak Italian Darling

This is part one of something I've been working on. this is my first post on here so please don't judge:))

Gia Iseppa De Luca. the only daughter of an immigrant mother and sister to 6 boys, one of which is in prison, which isn't exactly smooth sailing. Ive lived in the sunshine state most of my life. That is until the end of last school year. My parents had the bright idea, "Oh let's move from Florida to Massachusetts! WHO NEEDS SUMMER BREAK WHEN YOU CAN MOVE STATES AWAY! It's not like we could have just stayed there after we had our 4th kid and just bought a bigger house which we obviously could afford if we moved to FLORIDA! Oh how smart we are." Yea no. Not to mention just when I think I have this 16 year old girl shit down with making friends and fitting in, they throw 2 boys into my house for A WHOLE MONTH?! Whatever summer I have left, I better enjoy. I will be blaming my parents.

Sinceramente tuo, il pasticcio adolescenziale

P.S. I speak Italian Darling

As I got out of my shower I heard my mom welcoming some guests. “Hey, boys! Hey Susan and Frank, how have you been? David and I..” I walked into my room, cutting out their convo. I turned on Spotify on my TV, blasting The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls while I got ready to go to Kristi’s house. As I threw on my sweats and plain black bra, I heard my door open and my mom’s voice. “This is Gia’s room, the boys are at their clubs and whatnot right now. Oh, dear! I didn’t realize you were getting dressed!” My mom quickly shut the door. Before she closed it, I caught a glimpse of a black-haired boy with eyeliner, looking at his phone with headphones in. “Dio, mamma! Impara a bussare! Gesù!” I yelled through the door. I quickly put on a plain black shirt with the band name KORN, putting my unruly curly hair in a low-effort ponytail. I put on some mascara, eyeliner, and highlighter and grabbed my guitar bag, phone, vape, and AirPods. I walked out with my things in hand, jogging down the stairs. When I got to the door, I looked over at Mom catching her attention. “Hey, I’m heading to Kristi’s. I’ll be back later. Love you!” She made a huff before stopping me. “First I want you to meet the guests. These are the Heffley’s!”

I looked over at them. Normal, basic-looking people. Then I realized the older boy was staring at me. I thought I grew a 3rd eye or something. Honestly, it was getting a bit awkward. Before I could dwell on it anymore, the mom chimed in. “Hey Gia! Oh my goodness, I haven’t seen you since you were as big as Manny!” she said lifting the little boy in her arms. I straightened my lips into a line and looked out at my car in the driveway.

“Wish I could say I remember you..” I said looking at my feet. “Gia Iseppa De Luca-Void! That was rude!” I threw my hands up in the air, “Hey I! I wasn’t trying to be, I just don’t know who she is!” I told her. I looked at the dad and the boys, the older one not having moved an inch. “Oh well, the last time I saw you, you and Rodrick were only about 3.” my mom quickly gaped,” Oh Susan, do you remember when they would take cute little baths together? Oh, I miss those days..” my mom said holding where her heart should be.

“Ma! Really? What the hell?!” Her face hardened. “Iseppa! Watch the language! Ci sono piccole orecchie per sentire! Continua così e passerai il fine settimana qui. Capire?” I rolled my eyes. “Sì, capisco, mamma…” I mumbled, “Kristi is texting me, can I go now?” my mom rolled her eyes. “Introductions, then yes.” I put down my guitar and walked up to the family. “I’m Susan, as you might have guessed, this is Frank, Manny, and these are-” the smaller one walked up to me taking my hand. “bonjour beauté..” I looked at him questioningly. “I speak Italian. Not french,” I smiled. He blushed and dropped my hand. I turned to the other boy and looked up at him, his eyes following me.

3rd POV:

Earlier

As the Heffleys arrived at the house, Rodrick put his headphones in and texted Bill. They started planning when our next band practice could be. He wasnt paying attention as he made his way up the stairs, causing him to step on Greg’s shoes. “Hey! Watch it bigfoot!” Greg snapped back, which only made Rodrick do it purposefully. “Mom, why do we even have to be babysat? We learned not to throw parties! Promise!” Susan turned to them quickly. “No, you learned how to be sneaky, not responsibility. So you are staying here. There are other boys here, you'll be fine. Your father and I need this, so please. Behave.” Greg looked at his shoes and Rodrick, well, rolled his eyes, popping his earbuds back in. He didnt even notice the half naked girl that was just walked in on.

As they stood in the dining room, Rodrick felt a light poke on his side. He ignored it, only to be poked again. He looked at Greg who was pointing at something. Rodrick looked up and locked eyes on her. His breath stopped and his hands instantly got warm and sweaty. Even his loud music went silent. He saw her lips moving but he couldn't focus on what she was saying, only how her lips moved and how her pale green eyes popped against the dark colors around them. Small strands of hair escaped her ponytail that hung against her back, bouncing with every step she took closer. Wait, is she walking over here? Well no shit, we are the only ones over here she could be walking towards. Think Rodrick, fuck. His eyes never left her, especially when she inched closer and closer at him.

He didn’t even realize she had said something until she looked at him and stopped talking for a moment. “Huh?” was all he could muster. He internally punched himself at his stupidity. Now is not the time to be dumb, get it together! “I said, do you want some water? Your mouth seems a little… Dry..” she grinned and looked at his lips. He closed his mouth and shook his head, maybe a little more than he should have. She looked back at his eyes and spoke. “I’m going to assume you’re Rodrick. My bathing buddy?” my heart stopped. “W-What?” he asked rather fearfully. She tried to suppress her smile and looked at him, probably noticing how nervous he became at her words. “Mom was saying that we used to take baths together when we were babies.” The thought of them taking a bath together when they were babies made Rodrick cringe, but then another thought ran across his mind. A more present one, one that made him blush and wouldn't let him get words out. “Anyway, Ciao! A dopo, mamma, Papà!” with that she walked out, guitar in hand. Oh hell. This girl is gonna be the death of me.

“I'll show you boys to your rooms!” Julieta announced.

Well shit.

#rodrick heffley smut #grunge #rodrick heffley x oc

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twilightangel83 · 8 months

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October Prompts

There are all sorts of fun prompt lists bouncing around October this year. So I'm gonna, just, pick and choose from all of them. This post is just a combined list for my brain. Feel free to use it if you want. (Alternate Prompts will be listed at the bottom) W-Whumptober AW-AI-Less Whumptober F-Flufftober L-Linktober LS-Linktober Shadow LQ-Linktober Quest

Day: Prompt(List); Prompt(List); etc.

1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.” | Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”(W); Drugging/Sick/Poisoned(AW); "I've Got You"(F); Merchant(L); Gibdo(LS); Master of Ceremony Zelda(LQ);

3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.” | Journal | Solitary Confinement | “Make it stop.”(W); Sensory Deprivation | Overstimulation | Isolation(AW); "Wait you love me?" "I always have"(F); Friend/Helper/Companion(L); Twilight(LS); Monster Motif(LQ);

6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.” | Recording | Made to Watch | “It should have been me.”(W); Conditioning | Mind Control | Forced to Hurt Somone Else(AW); Corn Maze(F); Mask(L); Shadow Beast(LS); Cultural Tool(LQ);

9: “Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days.” | Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | “You're a liar.”(W); Scar Reveal | Interrogation | Presumed Dead(AW); (...) at First Sight(F); Deity(L); Wall/Floor Master(LS); Scientific Host(LQ);

19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.” | Floral Bouquet | Psychological | “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”(W); Taken For Granted | Left Behind | "Why wasn't I enough?"(AW); Keeping Someone Safe(F); Zonai(L); Gohma(LS); Potion Vendor(LQ);

24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.” | Goodbye Note | Neglect | “I thought they were with you.”(W); Failed Escape | Hunted Down | Too Tired to Keep Running(AW); (Melting Face Emoji)(F); Korok/Kikwi/Kokiri(L); Lizalfos(LS); Link Joins In(LQ);

28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.” | Bloody Knife | Sacrifice | “You'll have to go through me.”(W); Whumpee Hair Pulling | Oxygen Deprivation | Sweating(AW); Soothing Touch(F); Light/Sparkle/Bright(L); Gloom/Malice(LS); Clash(LQ);

Alternate Prompts:

Betrayal(W) Aftermath of Failure(W) Brass Knuckles(W) Decoy(W) Body Modification(W) Playing Cards(W) Examination(W) Hunting(W) Drugging(W) Shaking(W) Panic(W) Broken(W) Miscommunication(W) Lab Rat(W) Reluctant Whumper(W)

Bloody Knuckles(AW) Gunshot Wound(AW) Separated from Loved Ones(AW) Drowning(AW) Blackmail(AW) Crying to Sleep(AW) Disowned by Family(AW) Electrocution(AW) Forced Feeding(AW) Bullied(AW) Suffocation(AW) Abandoned(AW) Grief(AW) Human Shield(AW) Self-Defense(AW) Lab Rat(AW) Memory Loss(AW) Misunderstanding(AW) Hypnosis(AW) Mutilation(AW) Mouth Stitched Shut(AW) Nerve Damage(AW) Nervous Breakdown(AW) Words Carved Into Skin(AW) Stalked(AW) Non-Consensual Touching(AW) Paranoia(AW) Peer Pressure(AW) Prison(AW) Silent Treatment(AW) Truth Serum(AW)

Hot Chocolate(F) “You told your parents?”(F) Wearing Each Other's Clothes(F) Candles, Lanterns, Fairy Lights(F) “Oh no, you’re a morning person!”(F) Reverse all the Roles(F) Fairytale Retelling(F) Give your Character a new Occupation(F) Crossover of Two or More Fandoms(F) Have your Characters Share the Last Table at a Cafe(F)

#whumtober #flufftober #linktober #AI-less Whumptober #lists #october prompts

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peaceisadirtyword · 1 year

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Pull the Trigger V (Modern!Ivar/Reader)

A/N: Hello! Once again I’m so sorry because I did leave this chapter scheduled and once again it wasn’t posted :( but it’s okay, I got it! This week and the next one I have exams so that’s why this has been so chaotic, I’m truly sorry, I should dedicate more time to this! I also just finished my treatment for the surgery and I’m waiting for the call from the hospital to start the preparations for it! so it’s a bit stressing and makes me nervous, but it’ll be fine♥️ thank you so much for reading and for sticking around, I really appreciate it🥰

Warnings: mentions of SA, sexism, dark themes, insults, Ivar gets angry :( also mentions of anxiety and depression.

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The way you were constantly aware of his presence was annoying, overwhelming and maddening. No matter how many people were in class, it was almost like he was the centre of attention constantly. Or maybe it was you, that had to fight the urge of looking at him every couple of minutes. Sitting next to you after you arrived late again, his blue eyes were fixed on the Power Point the professor was explaining about the vikings' raids in Ireland. This time he hadn't said a word to you, and even though you wanted to feel relieved about that, you couldn't help but wonder if he ever realised you had sat next to him.

Looking at your empty notes again, you sighed a bit more loudly than you intended, and finally his eyes turned to you. Ivar looked amused when you looked at him again, raising an eyebrow almost like you hadn't been trying to catch his attention for the past half an hour.

“Bored?" he whispered, tilting his head in a way that made you wonder if he actually knew how attractive he was “I can't keep giving you my notes, love, I need them too"

“I didn't ask you to" you rolled your eyes.

“As lovely as always" he rolled his eyes too and you clenched your jaw in annoyance “Are you looking forward to seeing your boyfriend?"

“I don't have a boyfriend" you replied, even though you knew he was just trying to get a reaction out of you.

“Of course you don’t, Erik is not boyfriend material" he shrugged “Has he drugged you to get you in bed already? Or did you go voluntarily?"

You widened your eyes. You knew Ivar and Erik didn't get along, Thora had told you the names of the people Ivar couldn't stand under your request, so you could be friends with them. But accusing him of that...

“Erik would never..." you took a deep breath, unwilling to appear even slightly bothered by his taunt as you knew that was his intention “What you're saying it's very serious, you shouldn't go around saying that" you narrowed your eyes at him. Ivar rolled his, shaking his head almost like he was disappointed by your reaction.

“It's even more serious doing it" he clenched his jaw, his intense eyes fixed on every single movement the professor did “But here you are, judging me because my brother is dating your friend and hooking up with the sexist son of a bitch that assaults women"

“I judge you for way more than that" you scoffed “And they're not dating"

“So you went to bed with him willingly" he muttered “You disappoint me, I thought you'd have some self respect"

“Who I go to bed with is none of your business" you replied, trying to keep your voice low so the professor wouldn't kick you out “But given that you're accused of killing people and being a fucking gangster, it’s quite bold to accuse someone else of doing disgusting things"

Ivar chuckled quietly, shaking his head, his eyes went down to his own notes and he stood silent for a few minutes. You couldn't stop thinking about what he just said, mostly because it wasn't the first time you heard it. Surely Erik was an idiot sometimes, and could have questionable behaviour around women in clubs, but he would never abuse a woman, right? He would have tried something with you if that was the case, and he had been very respectful every time you had met, never going past what you were comfortable with.

Besides, why were you even giving any credit to anything Ivar would say? He was cruel, a bully, like everyone in his family he believed himself to be better than anyone else, always justifying his own actions just because no one had called him out in his entire life... He was accused of killing people, even if they were just as bad as he was, and he was a rich asshole that had everything he ever wanted in life. Just like Hvitserk, the one that had been sleeping in your house for at least a week now and the one eating half of your fridge every morning.

Deciding you would just ask Erik the next time you saw him, you glanced at the Power Point again, almost moaning in desperation when you realised you had zoned out for way more slides you had thought and now were on a completely different topic and, again, you had no idea of what the professor just said.

Looking at Ivar hoping he was just as lost as you were, you found him smirking at you, almost like he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“What?" he raised an eyebrow “Are you too worried that your boyfriend might be a sex offender to pay attention in class?"

“Erik is not my fucking boyfriend" you groaned, rubbing your eyes “And he's not a sex offender either, you, on the contrary" you turned your head to look at him in the eye, and Ivar tilted his head in amusement “Are a manipulative son of a bitch that likes to scare people to feel important, just like your brother that likes to use people for his own pleasure and throw them away afterwards not caring about them or their fucking feelings"

Ivar’s face changed.

“Please, leave my mother out of this" he replied, his expression was way colder then “You can insult me as much as you want if that makes you feel better for fucking that bastard, but you leave my family alone"

For the first time, you found Ivar Lothbrok intimidating, and you were sure that if you hadn't been in a classroom surrounded by people he would have done more than glaring at you like that.

“And that includes my brother" he continued, hissing in a lower voice that almost made you tremble “Hvitserk is an asshole, but no one is allowed to point that out as many times as you did, princess, so by all means, hate me as much as you want, cry because your best friend is fucking one of us, despise my family, but never and I mean never insult us again in my presence or you will regret it" he whispered, and for the first time you were speechless “It's not my fault that your life is so worthless and boring that you have to follow Erik around begging for some attention, I only tried to warn you, so stop being a bitch and fuck off"

When he finished you had tears in your eyes. Ivar just turned around, looking at the professor just as he announced the end of the class and people started standing up. Looking down at your empty notes you felt him stand and leave the classroom with the rest of your classmates, and just when the first tears fell down your cheeks you felt a hand on your shoulder.

Alfred's eyes widened in surprise when he saw you crying, and immediately occupied the seat Ivar just left.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?" he glanced at the door “Did Ivar do anything?"

You gulped, covering your face in both shame and anger, not believing you were crying because of that idiot.

“Am I... Am I a bitch?" your lip trembled as you raised your head to look at him.

Alfred looked even more surprised then, and started frowning at the door.

“What?"

“I swear I'm not trying to be a bitch I just want to make sure Thora doesn't suffer because of a stupid boy" you sniffed “Hvitserk has a terrible reputation, and Ivar even worse... I don't mean to be a bitch to anyone, I... My life sucks and I don't know what to do, I just wanted to make sure my friend was happy, that's all, I..."

Alfred shushed you with a small smile on his lips, leaning in to hug you tightly with a chuckle.

“You're clearly in need of a relaxing night of therapy" he muttered against your hair “Come to my place for dinner, Elsewith is cooking".

You nodded slowly, finally wiping your tears and taking a deep breath. You couldn't believe you were so affected by his words, the words of someone you despised so much... But it was the way he had said them, with that stern glare and disappointed tone, almost like you had let him down. Was everyone just as aware as him of how unhappy you were?

Leaving the classroom with Alfred, part of the sadness you felt turned into anger. Who was he to talk to you like that? The frustration made you close the door maybe a bit too harshly, and some of the people standing on the hallway turned to look at you, including Ivar, who still looked pissed as he talked to a very amused Hvitserk.

“Wow, someone is not having a good day" Erik's voice next to you made you jump, even though your expression softened and you even smiled a bit, even when you didn't feel like it.

“I need to go to work" Alfred looked at Erik up and down with clear displeasure for his presence, but smiled at you “I'll pick you up when I'm out"

“Okay, see you" you hugged him one last time before he left, not even glancing back at Erik once.

“I just wanted to check on you, I haven't seen you in days" Erik tilted his head with a flirtatious smile, and the tilt of the head was something you had associated with Ivar so much that it infuriated you when you surprised yourself thinking he looked much better than Erik doing it.

“Yes, I've been busy" you cleared your throat, trying to regain some composure. It was the truth, you had been very busy the past few days giving your cv to every single person that would take it and doing job interviews that ended very often with a ‘it's not what we're looking for, but we'll keep your cv and will call you if any other position becomes available’, which was a more polite way of saying ‘you're not getting this job, now get the fuck out of my office’.

“Are you busy tomorrow? I'm throwing a party with my roommate at my place" Erik kept smiling, this time reaching to grab your waist in a flirtatious way “I would love it if you could come, we can have some time to catch up" he winked, and you cleared your throat.

“Um... Sure, I'll be there... Can I bring a friend?"

“Of course" he smiled widely "See you, then"

Before you could react, Erik leaned in to kiss you softly. His lips were a bit dry and forceful, and you almost pushed him away, ashamed that he'd do that in public without asking you first. He looked damn proud of himself when he walked away, and you took a couple of minutes to take a deep breath and wipe your mouth before leaving the campus, not before glaring at Ivar, who glared right back at you. You had another class, but at that moment you couldn't care less.

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Ivar stormed out of the classroom, scaring a group of girls that talked cheerfully just outside. He had to bite his tongue before he'd yell at them to move, but instead he just glared at them and that was enough to make them step aside and let him walk outside. Hvitserk was waiting for him in the hallway, looking bored as hell and scrolling down his phone.

“Took you long enough" he scoffed when Ivar finally reached him “How was your day? Not very good from what I see" Hvitserk chuckled, already too used to his brother's bad mood to let them affect him.

“I can't stand her anymore, Hvitserk" Ivar gripped his crutch so tightly he could hear his fingers crackle “She thinks she's so much better than us, I can't deal with her anymore, so please just break up with her friend because I can't keep having her around"

“Wait, who are we talking about?" his older brother glanced at the door while the rest of the students walked away “I'm lost"

“Your girlfriend's little friend, look, you can fuck whoever you want to but don't leave me to deal with their annoying friends"

“Y/N?" Hvitserk laughed “You go to class with Y/N?"

“It's not fucking funny" Ivar clenched his jaw “No matter when or where I am, she's always there and finds a way to get on my nerves"

“And here I thought you'd end up being fond of each other" Hvitserk sighed “Well, brother, sorry to break it to you but you'll have to put up with her for a little longer, I'm gonna invite Thora for dinner tomorrow"

Ivar raised his head, alarmed.

“What does that mean?"

“I need you to leave the house for a couple of hours tomorrow, or lock yourself up in your bedroom, I don't care, but I'm cooking for Thora and I'm going to have a serious conversation with her about our future and..."

His little brother's scoff interrupted him, which seemed to offend Hvitserk personally as he narrowed his eyes at him.

“That sounds too emotionally responsible for you, brother, I don't believe you"

“Mother keeps pestering me into getting in a relationship" Hvitserk rolled his eyes “She says it's time to stop... What did she call it? Yes, 'fooling around' and settle down, at least for a while, she used the fact that both Ubbe and Sigurd are already in a committed relationship"

“But if you do it I'm next" Ivar seemed to panic “She will start pestering me"

“Well, that's your problem, not mine" Hvitserk patted his back “Anyway, I like Thora, so I don't really mind... For now"

Ivar opened his mouth again, probably to throw an insult, but Erik's voice interrupted him. Hvitserk was more than familiar with the hate his brother had for Erik, so he grabbed his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down even before Ivar tensed up.

He stood silent as you talked to him, looking rather uncomfortable when he leant in to kiss you in front of everyone. Finally, you left, and Ivar started to breathe again.

“I tried to warn her" he told his brother, who hummed in amusement “But she clearly doesn't care"

“Sure, brother" he chuckled “Let's go, we have work to do"

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“Alfred told me Ivar made you cry today"

You raised your head to look at Elsewith, who looked focused on preparing the dinner Alfred had promised you, but you looked down again quickly, at the vegetables you were cutting.

“He didn't make me cry" you muttered, refusing to admit that his words and the tone he used with you had stung to the point of make you tear up. You wouldn't give him that kind of power “He was just plain rude and unpleasant to me, and I've been having bad days so..."

“Ivar is like that" she sighed “I don't know him very well, but from what I've heard... He's just cruel and enjoys hurting other people"

“I know, but..." you bit your lip. For a while, you truly had believed you had the power to criticise him, to be open and vocal about how unpleasant you found his and his family's existence. He clearly thought he was much better than you and wouldn't be bothered to care about an insignificant person's opinion about him. Maybe he found amusing the courage you had to tell him exactly what you thought.

“Don't think too much about it" she smiled softly at you “Forget about him, he probably already has forgotten about you" she rolled her eyes and shook her head “Anyway, did you say you've been having bad days? What's wrong?"

You looked at the kitchen door. Alfred was still in the bathroom having a nice shower after work, and you hoped he'd stay there for a bit longer, because you didn't want to talk about this in front of him. For some reason it was easier to talk about what you were feeling to people that wasn't that close to you.

“I can't find a stable job" you blurted out “I'm living off of the savings I had for when I finished university, to travel and maybe move abroad, no one wants me no matter how many jobs I apply for" you sighed “I don't know what to do, my friends are all finding partners and spending most of their time with them, I'm alone most of the day, I just sit around, glance at my notes and watch shitty movies all day, I can't do anything because I have no motivation to do anything, and I feel like I'm failing in life and stuck in the same place while everyone moves on with their lives" you took a deep breath, rubbing your eyes and trying to convince yourself that you were crying because of the onions you had just cut "So yeah, I'm having a few bad days"

Elsewith looked surprised. She left the wooden spoon on the kitchen counter and approached you slowly, trying to put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“I'm sorry, Y/N" she muttered “God, why didn't you say anything? I'm home most of the day, I could go and keep you company" she smiled at you and you sighed in defeat. You appreciated her effort, you truly did, but you wanted to be in the company of someone that actually wanted to be there with you, not because they pitied or felt sorry for you.

“I'll be fine, I just..." you took a deep breath “I see everyone falling in love and having a great life, with successful jobs, good grades, looking all nice and confident... And I'm glad for them! I truly am, but at the same time I can't stop wondering when it'll be my turn" you pouted “Does that make me a bitch and a horrible person?"

Elsewith chuckled, shaking her head as she hugged you tightly. There was something in her that resembled an older sister giving advice, and it was comforting.

“Not at all, honey" she muttered, caressing your back “It's normal to feel the pressure and to try and transform your life into the one you always wanted" she moved to look at you in the eye “You're currently in the process to get to the life you dream of, but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy the process"

You nodded slowly. It wasn't your intention to bother her with your problems, but you felt like you had just taken a load off your mind.

“You know? When I met Alfred it wasn't love at first sight" she moved to take a look at the dinner cooking silently inside the oven “But with time, I started noticing I would look for him every time I entered a room, I would be aware of his presence even though I couldn't see him and I would keep thinking about him when he wasn't around, it was very weird at first" she giggled “Sometimes I'd get annoyed by his mere existence because he had a power over me that I didn't like, but those feelings I had during the first days of our relationship were magical, Y/N, and I know I won't feel the same with anyone else even if we break up. You haven't experienced that just yet, and I'm actually envious of you because of that" she smiled fondly again, and all the warmth and love you could see in her eyes made you look away “So one day you'll feel that, or you'll wake up one morning in your own home and look out of the window and realise you got the life you wanted, and then you'll feel like all of this struggling was worth it" she reached to take your hand “So trust the process... And enjoy it"

You nodded slowly, and barely had time to mutter a 'thank you' before Alfred entered the kitchen, still drying his hair with a towel and dressed in more comfortable clothes than the formal attire he used to go to the office.

“Hello" he looked a bit taken aback by your teary eyes, but one glance from his girlfriend was enough to make him drop it “It smells awfully good, what are we having?"

Grateful for not having to talk about it anymore, you moved so he'd see the vegetables you were cutting and the recipe book just in front of you. Just when he tried to dip a finger in the pan where Elsewith was making the sauce, just to be slapped on his hand by the wooden spoon his girlfriend had just picked up.

Smiling softly at their bickering, you sighed again and tried to ignore the unsettling feeling in your stomach that made you want to throw up. You recognized the feeling Elsewith was talking about, but you didn't like the person that awakened it.

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Tags: @istorkyou @barnes-lothbrok @naaladareia @youbloodymadgenius @southernbe @yummycastiel @nothingtolosebutweight @noway4u @cdauni @heavenly1927 @ivarhoegh @biancathecool @helleiaiwritting @marvelsangels @ironynoticony @kenyadakblalock

#ivar imagine #ivar the boneless #ivar x reader #vikings #vikings imagine #modern ivar #modern vikings #pull the trigger

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why-what-no · 2 years

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Pretty Vicious

Pairing: The Corinthian x Feminine Man!Reader

Warnings: Bigots, Violence, Swearing, use of the term “fairy”

Summary: The Corinthian is pleasantly surprised when he meets a man at a bar and they get into a fight with some terrible guy. They promise they’ll have to plan to do it again.

Requested by: @logan-strong (God, I’m so sorry this took so long to post. I was going through slight burnout, and then I had to go to work 🤷‍♀️)

The Corinthian didn't usually pay much attention to other people, especially humans. They were pests at worst, food at best. But (Y/N)... the Corinthian had to admit he was intrigued by him.

(Y/N) was a very feminine man, skirts and crop tops. Not caring what other think, or the status quo. It wasn't something the Corinthian saw every day. Not since crop tops on men went out of fashion in the 90s (which the Corinthian hadn't been too happy about).

But even with that, the thing that interested him the most was (Y/N) was their utter fearlessness. When the two of them first met, it had been in a bar, the type of bar that he knew wasn't exactly safe for someone who dressed like (Y/N).

The nightmare was fine with it, even enjoyed the man's look. He may have lived on earth for a century, but he couldn't exactly judge others for being strange. He was a murderer, but not THAT much of a hypocrite.

But he knew humans had hang ups about wearing the "wrong" clothes. People who were usually aggressive.

And then the Corinthian realized that he underestimated the human. When some asshole said some asshole things to (Y/N), he didn't get scared or anything like that.

No, his reaction was quick and vicious. Grabbing the chair beside him and swinging it at the man's head. No hesitation.

Of course, the man's friends stepped in. Trying to defend their fallen comrade. So, the Corinthian decided to get in on the fun, siding with (Y/N).

"Well that was fun." The Corinthian said a few minutes later, after they got kicked out of the bar. "Nothing like a bar fight to get the blood flowing."

(Y/N) looked at him, face bloody. Chuckling, he nodded. "Very true. We should do this again sometime."

"We definitely should."

He raised his eyebrow at the nightmare, not expecting agreement. "Should I give you my number, then?"

A grin appeared on the Corinthian's face. Knowing that the man was flirting with him, and very glad about it. "Absolutely." He told him, looking forward to the next fight.

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The Corinthian's phone rang. "Hey, it's (Y/N). Don't know if you remember, we beat the shit out of some guys at a bar a week or two ago?"

"(Y/N)." The glee was clear in the Nightmare's voice. "I've been wondering when you'd call. Thought you'd forgotten about me."

"Oh I could never." Oh, the human was definitely flirting, the Corinthian thought. "Listen, I've got no plans this weekend. Wanna get drinks?"

"Just text me the time and address. I'll be there."

The two of them met up as planned, both of them buzzing with anticipation for another fight.

(Y/N) was as well dressed as ever, fierce eagerness in his eyes. As for the Corinthian, he finally found a human he wasn't planning to kill.

After all, (Y/N) attracted possible victims to the two of them like flies to honey.

"We don't want a fucking fairy here." Some barfly took the bait. This macho man, swaggering up to them (or stumbling, he was fairly drunk) spoke. “You and your… friend,” He said friend like he meant to stay a much less nice word. “Don’t belong with proper men.”

“Proper men?” (Y/N) leaned back on the counter, grin vicious. Fake charm oozing from him. “Like you?”

“Yeah.” The man tried to hard to me intimidating. Puffing out his chest, standing straight.

But (Y/N) just brought their drink to their lips. “Well that’s a shame.” He said, before taking the drink and throwing it on the man.

“You-” The barfly was about to say something, assumedly something extremely bigoted. But he only managed to get one word out before (Y/N) gave the man a quick knee to the crotch.

The Corinthian and (Y/N) got their fight, (and got kicked out of another bar). As they got thrown out, neither of them could stop laughing.

“Oh, the look on his face.” (Y/N) chuckled, holding himself upright against a wall

The Corinthian nodded, smirking at the man. “It was gorgeous.” He stepped closer, until he was standing over his human. “Can’t wait until the next time.”

The grin on (Y/N)‘s told him that he know exactly what the Corinthian meant. “Yeah, I’ll call you.”

“Well maybe you’ll call me sooner this time?” He teased.

“Or you could call me.”

That was true. The Corinthian chuckled once more, leaning down to kiss (Y/N). At first gentle, but quickly turning rough.

He was definitely going to keep contact with this human.

#the sandman #the sandman x reader #the sandman corinthian #the corinthian sandman #the corinthian #the corinthian x reader #the corinthian x male reader

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Collin Wilkes headcanons: “He uses flirting as a defense mechanism. Not only that but he flirts with his friends just to make them uncomfortable and the closer he gets with the person the kinkier the comments”, can we get a post of the friend group reacting to Collin’s flirting in tier-wise-listing “least close with-to closest with” and how easy the friend he’s the least close with has it vs. the friends he’s closest too and how badly they have it dealing with his flirting. Not making assumptions but I am assuming he’s closest with Damian so it’ll be fun to see how you write him reacting to it please????

Of course!

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Ok, so we've already covered that Colin enjoys teasing and flirting with his friends constantly but we haven't talked about how far he actually goes

Essentially, the more comfortable he is with said person the farther he feels he can push them.

So let's start with the person he flirts with the least: Jon Kent

The resident golden boy of the group, he could do no wrong

Now I'm not saying Jon and Colin aren't besties, because they totally are, but I see Jon and Colin having absolutely opposite viewpoints on life which makes it harder for them to relate to each other.

Like, Jon grew up in a country home with a happy family and was taught the best manners and to never judge a book by its cover.

Colin on the other hand never had much of a family or a home. He really just raised himself and took every questionable encounter with a person as a sign of danger.

Anyway, Colin teases Jon very subtly.

Mostly because he doesn't want to offend Jon and literally anything sexual just goes over his head

Colin: Hey Jonny boy, looking fine as always in that flannel.

Jon, utterly confused: oh thanks, you too!

Colin, now also confused: You’re welcome?

Jon just doesn't get it and Colin feels genuinely bad about it

Colin has tried so many times to joke around with Jon

Jon Kent is just too pure for this world

Really he doesn’t tease Jon that much but that doesn’t mean he isn’t thankful to have him in his life

On the outside he jokes that Jon just doesn’t quite understand (which he really doesn’t) but inside he desperately doesn’t want to make Jon uncomfortable

Colin hasn’t had many positive friends like Jon in his life and he doesn’t want to lose that so he goes easy on Jon

Colin does frequently call Jon “Princess” and other random pet names

“Baby girl” is his favorite

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Next up is Billy

Colin and Billy have an interesting relationship given they aren’t that close because they don’t see each other very much

Colin just feels really comfortable around Billy

They sort-of get along, because Colin just destroys Billy

He flirts with Billy relentlessly, holding back absolutely nothing

And Billy hates it

And I mean he despises it

Billy doesn’t ever tell Colin to stop though because it wouldn’t mean anything in the end

Colin would find another method of verbally kinky jokes to torture Billy

Billy also knows that its just Colin showing his love

Either way, Colin uses any possible thing he can think of

He almost baits Billy into responding to a normal comment and then goes in for the kill

He just throws whatever pops into his head first and hopes it will be enough to get a reaction out of Billy

And every time Billy has to retaliate with some offended comment

Colin: I like your shirt

Billy: Oh thanks I got it at Walmart-

Colin: You should take it off *winks*

Billy: You have got to be kidding me

Colin: You’re right, I should take you back to my apartment first

Billy: No you should get help, Colin

If Colin catches Billy on a good day, he’ll flirt back

And Colin can’t respond because he’ll just blush

If anyone flirts with Colin, and it doesn’t matter who they are, their sexuality or their gender, he will just combust

Billy has only recently discovered this and now uses it to his advantage to shut Colin up

In the end they are good friends, even when Colin insists on making Billy’s life hell

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Last but certainly not least is Damian

Colin and Damian have the strongest relationship

Colin was Damian’s first friend, the first person he truly trusted

Which was probably a mistake on his part because Colin doesn’t even think about being subtle with Damian

Damian is grateful to have Colin in his life, but the pain that comes from speaking with this ripped orphan teenager ruins his reputation as a cool, mysterious, rich boy

It is impossible to escape Colin Wilkes when you live in the same city and go to the same school as him

Damian can’t have a single conversation with any other student without Colin materializing out of literally no where to wrap an arm around him and join in on the debate

There have been times where Colin has kissed Damian on the cheek and called Damian “His Man”

The controversy this causes with the press is absolutely hilarious

Gotham Gazette headlines read “Damian Wayne and Possible Secret Boyfriend...” and at every charity event Damian has to explain that he in fact is not dating this ginger boy, Colin is just his overly confident friend who likes to annoy him

Colin finds these ordeals hilarious and doesn’t stop

And Damian has tried so hard to get him to chill but Colin just goes even harder the next time

Colin’s flirting with Damian can be downright dirty

And most of the time, Damian has no reaction

Most of the time

There are those very few times where Colin is like:

Colin: I would let you rail me, Damian

Damian: Whatever gets you to shut up

And Colin’s entire thought process is out of commission for the rest of the day

As I’ve mentioned, Colin doesn’t take flirting that’s directed towards him well, he just shuts down

And really if Damian Wayne were to say that to anyone, no matter who they are they would have the exact same reaction.

I mean, it’s Damian Wayne

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“It’s my name on the line.“

Day 10: “It's My Name on the Line."

Fandom: Justice League the Animated Series

(Yes, I will keep posting even though October is way over, by the time I'm done, it'll be October again)

Lines are Drawn.

The watchtower was quiet, Flash leaned his head back on the couch cushion looking up at the watchtower ceiling. It was his turn to keep watch, but he couldn’t pay attention. It’s been a month since the Flash was dumped by a man he wasn’t even dating and he didn’t feel much better.

Anytime he saw a dark haired figure or a well pressed suit, he would be distracted.

Was this heartbreak?

He’s dated before, he’s flirted around for years, but something was different with Bruce Wayne. He didn’t know what it was. He felt like he always knew him. It felt so right to talk to him. But still... Who was he kidding? They were from two completely different worlds.

Bruce Wayne was an older rich man who could have the pick of any woman or man he wanted. Wally West just a poor nerd from Central City. Wally was just lucky enough to have Bruce Wayne grace him with his charm for that short period of time, of course he knew it wasn't going to last.

But, still, he couldn’t stop the hurt.

If Bruce Wayne had rejected him or ghosted him at the beginning, maybe he wouldn’t have had so much hope, maybe he wouldn’t have believed that they could actually get together.

Flash closed his eyes shut, trying to forget.

A shadow passed by his face and he blinked his eyes to see a coffee in his peripheral vision. He looked up, his heart beating faster seeing dark hair, but his heart dropped when he saw who it actually was, “Hey Supes.”

“Flash,” The man in blue nodded his head with a kind smile, “How is it?”

Flash was confused, before realizing what he was asking, “Surprisingly quiet tonight.”

“Take the coffee.” Superman offered the cup again and Flash took it in his hands.

He looked down at the black coffee. He wanted to turn it down, but he looked back up at Superman’s kind expression and took a sip. Flash must have made a surprised noise at the sweet taste, because Superman laughed and took a seat next to Flash, “Hazelnut syrup.”

Flash nodded, taking a longer sip, feeling more rejuvenated.

“Batman recommended it.” Superman said, “Coffee doesn’t do much for me, but it does make it taste better.”

Flash felt his lip curl up in a smirk when he heard Batman was the one to recommend it, guess Mr Dark Mysterious didn't always want bitter black coffee.

“It really does.” Flash took another sip and he looked closely at the chiseled man, he had black hair and kind blue eyes, he looked like a gentler version of the man stuck on his mind. He looked away feeling his face heat up.

Superman sighed, “Flash, if you need to talk about something. We’re here for you.”

“Am I that obvious?”

“You have been a little more distracted lately.”

Flash put the cup down on the nearest table and ringed his fingers together, “I… think I got ghosted.”

Superman tilted his head in confusion.

“By this guy- romantic partner.”

The slip up didn’t escape Superman’s super hearing and the boy scout put a hand on Flash’s shoulder, “If it’s a guy, that’s fine. No one here would judge you.”

Flash felt his face heat up again, was he really going to talk about this with the strongest man in the world?

Maybe he should finally get it off his mind.

He wanted to talk about it more with Nightwing, but his best friend always got a little more fidgety when Flash brought up Bruce. So maybe a set of (super powered) ears would help.

“I’m not ashamed,” Flash said confidently, “I’ve always liked girls and guys, but you know… My dad wasn’t always the most supportive.” He winced remembering his rough childhood.

Superman’s hand didn’t leave his shoulder, squeezing it in a comforting way.

“I met this guy a while ago,” Flash laughed as he explained, “Don’t tell Bats, but I met him in Gotham. He’s rich and famous, completely different from me, so I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything from it. It still hurts though, cause I feel like we really had a connection.”

Superman’s hand tensed, “Rich and famous? Does Batman know?”

“I mean he knows I met this guy, but I don’t think he fully knows about the connection I have with Bruce. He invited me to a gala and even kissed me, but I doubt Bats knows any of that…” Flash trailed off not even realizing he revealed the name in his awkward rambling, “Or at least I hope he doesn’t. That would be embarrassing.”

Superman’s hand released from his shoulder, standing up in surprise.

Flash looked up to him, “Are you okay?”

Superman cleared his throat, adjusting his expression, “It’s fine Flash…” He crossed his arms feeling a bit conflicted, “Why don’t you go home early?”

“You sure?” Flash sat a bit more enthusiastic.

“You got here early, so I don’t mind.”

Flash jumped to his feet, already feeling better, “You’re the man Supes!”

He sped off before Superman could change his mind. Superman cleaned up the coffee cup Flash left behind and said out loud, “You know I figured you knew his secret identity, but I didn’t know you would take advantage of that.”

Emerging from the shadows was Batman, who had crossed arms and a serious look, “I knew his uncle. It was never a secret.”

“Does Flash know that?”

Batman’s silence was his answer.

“You should tell him.” Batman glowered at that and Superman said seriously, “I mean it. You brought him to a gala? You kissed him? You have to say something, it’s not fair.”

“It’s not fair? It’s my name on the line.” Batman said angrily, “And my family’s names. You know the reason for secret identities.”

Superman raised an eyebrow and scoffed, “You think Flash would say something? Come on Bruce, we all work together, it couldn’t hurt.”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m letting him go.” Batman said, “He won’t need to know.”

Superman sighed looking back to the monitors, “It’s okay to let people in. It’s okay to love, but it’s not okay to lie to him.”

Superman didn’t have to turn back around to know Batman was gone. He just hoped that Batman would listen to him before it blew up in his or Flash’s face.

Little did any of them know that they wouldn't be able to prevent when or why the identity reveal would happen.

#fictober22 #fanfiction #batflash #batman #flash #wally west #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x wally west #cross posted on ao3 #sorry im a failure #superman #justice league the animated series

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wrath of the bride.

↳ hwang hyunjin x reader, minor lee felix x reader

anger is better than tears, better than grief, better than the void that's in your heart. revenge is better.

length. 2k

genre. frankenstein!au??, ANGST. NOT A SINGLE FLUFF BONE IN THIS BAD BOY.

warnings/tags. stockholm syndrome, mental instability, manipulation, mention of death and graphic description of murder, blood, violence, mention of sex, language.

networks. @kflixnet

notes. so... yeah... this is inspired by skz mama performance and kinda by overwatch 2's halloween event don't judge me thank you and i hope you like it <3 (i had this song on repeat while writing)

ALSO please PLEASE read the warnings!!! you should not be following my account if you're a minor exactly bc i work with themes like this SO PLEASE MINORS DNI!

i'm desperate for feedback and i love comments with your opinion!

(cross-posted on ao3 only)

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felix was losing his mind.

no, felix had lost his mind a long time ago.

all these past months he’s felt everything. the doctor’s clinical touch on his feverish skin. examining him, studying him, changing him.

he’s smelled everything. antiseptic, a little bitter, with undertones of the artificial fragrance of the cold liquid he’s been trapped in, and the occasional weak trail of the lover’s perfume. your perfume.

he’s seen everything. the doctor’s silver hair reflecting the blue neon of the laboratory, vials, and syringes, some filled with his blood, others with a bright green liquid, your eyes smiling through the protective goggles in your white lab coat and without shoes on, the doctor’s love for you, his betrothed.

and felix has heard everything, but his favorite sounds are the doctor’s voice when he assured him ‘it’s not gonna hurt’, the giggles you let out that time the doctor got down on one knee and swore unconditional love to his one and only, the sounds of your love echoing in the silent lab that same night.

everything reaches his borderline comatose being, and thanks to his captors he feels alive. loved, valued, taken care of.

nowadays his mind doesn’t even wander off to them anymore. they couldn’t keep him safe so they can’t make him question things about the doctor or the lover. they are the big bad wolves in sheep’s clothing and they made promises that in the end, they couldn't keep. felix knows the doctor wouldn’t lie to him so everything is fine. he’s safe.

every now and then he remembers how it was before. the entitled beliefs of his friends. the battles they weren’t supposed to fight against enemies they had made up to clear their own conscience, to create the scapegoat. how sad, how uninteresting.

his dazy train of thought is derailed by the doctor's entrance into his kingdom. the queen is not with him, felix notices and wants to ask why but all that escapes his lips is a small bubble of air making its way up the tall container he’s floating in.

the doctor ruffles his silver hair as he puts on his pristine lab coat over a smooth black tuxedo and throws felix a small wave. “hey, just came to run some tests before i go. nothing serious.”

if he could felix would ask ‘where?’ but the doctor seems to be able to read his mind and with a simple shrug he turns to him with an excited grin on his lips. “don’t know if you remember but today is the day.” the man wiggles his hand in front of the glass of the container. “i get to marry her!” a simple silver ring catches the blue neon lights.

for a second felix is ecstatic. truly. then all darkens and the machines monitoring his vitals start beeping aggressively. “i take that you’re happy for us then.” a small chuckle leaves the doctor's mouth.

but felix just wants to scream, to break the glass and run to him. to warn him, to warn the bride.

everything happens by grotesque coincidence.

the unsuspecting doctor is too focused on the thought of his lover to notice the thin red laser pointing at his temple from the small glass window of the backdoor of the lab.

said lover slowly makes her teasing entrance from the double doors of the underground space where her soon-to-be husband is working.

and everything that was not supposed to happen finds its twisted way into the real world.

the tap of a high heel on the floor. silence. the whistling of a bullet. death. a crash.

the doctor falls lifeless on the ground right as felix’s container gets smashed into million pieces by the same bullet. as the liquid that enveloped his body flows out on the ground taking him with it, felix thinks that he doesn’t like this, gods don’t bend. gods don’t die.

the group of usurpers that he recognizes rush toward him. they whisper sweet reassurances but felix is too concentrated on the fear that has taken him. the anguish, the grief. he’s too concentrated on you.

darkness. when everything you know and love is taken away from you, so harshly, all you think about is anger, hatred, and even revenge. and no one can save you.

the visceral scream you let out is raw, bone-chilling, and is enough to make everyone in the lab freeze.

everyone’s attention is on you. some of them are scared, some are ready to kill you too, he’s reaching for you in worry while the others keep him away by his arms.

but the only thing you can see is the only person you’ve ever loved sprawled on the white floor of the lab —of your home— his white coat is stained with the dark blood slowly flowing out of the bullet wound in his head. white lilies peek out of his chest pocket.

“what did you do!? don’t fucking touch me! you killed him!” felix is sobbing with heartbreak and they don’t understand. can’t understand. “y-you killed him! you’re hurting her!”

the buff man on his left tries to calm him down. “lix, you’re safe now, please calm down-”

“she’s hurting and it’s your fault! you killed the doctor and the lover is sad! you will regret this! i will make you regret this!” at this point he’s snarling, foam at the mouth and tears in his eyes.

“what did they do to you?” the man whispers under his breath then turns to another. “chan, what- what do i do? this is not felix, i don’t-”

“make him pass out, we’ll deal with it when we escape this madness.” his order gets drowned by your screams and wails that are still resonating in the closed space of the lab.

“they saved me!” are the last words your creature yells out before the grip of a gun on his temple makes him black out.

the murderers flee your once pristine realm and you’re left alone with him.

your heart has broken into a million pieces and doesn’t beat anymore. it’s dead, still, silent, harboring plans of hungry revenge.

you're a scientist, you know how it all works. first, there’s clinical death. cessation of blood circulation and breathing, the heart stops its regular rhythm, cardiac arrest.

then in four to six minutes, the light of your life will be unsalvageable —biological death— by normal science’s standards.

you crawl over hyunjin’s body, the white lace dress dips into the pool of blood and absorbs it like a sponge. hyunjin asked you to wear it. he wanted a real wedding with the dress, the cake, the first dance, the honeymoon, married sex. he wanted to give everything he knew you couldn’t even know you wanted. he wanted to make you his bride because he wanted you to know that you deserved to be loved like that even if others thought otherwise.

it’s still warm, his body.

you take his head in your hands and hold him close to your body, hoping you can share some of your breath with him, hoping to have him back just by loving him.

but of course, it doesn’t work and so you do what you must, what your husband would have done if he were in your place. what the doctor would have done.

death, grieving, mourning, they’re all commonplace. science is not. logic is rare, and so you dwell on it.

when felix closes his eyes he enters the void.

he’s floating and he understands who he really is. he knows what’s happened in the past and what’s happening in the present. sometimes he feels like he can see the future as well but maybe that’s just because he’s already decided what to do when he wakes up again. in this state of tranquility and silence he can rationalize all the time he’s spent under the doctor and lover’s careful gaze. or at least he thinks he can.

when he was taken all that time ago he had been scared.

he doesn’t think he feared you as real people, but as otherworldly beings, superior to everyone and slaves of none, above the concepts of time and space. of life and death. he thought he would be gone by the time you started experimenting on him like he knew you would have, but you were not monsters and you let him keep his mind in your act of immense magnanimity.

you were angels and felix was lucky to have been saved by you.

some part of him felt like a kid playing hide and seek, afraid of being found. his seekers were just that close and he wanted to, he had to scream out and let them know where he was. the fear and tension were so overwhelming that anything was better than the suspense of hiding.

his life had been disrupted, it had even been threatened to be lost. but he’d joined the threat and he was no longer at risk. he’d become the monster and the monster was no longer scary. the tension had broken. the brain had accepted it as an epiphany, a victory. aha! this is truth! this is purpose!

he knows that most people live pretty mediocre lives. pathetic. him included. fighting a war against the ambitions of others —the doctor’s ambitions— with his naive group of friends. normal people study. they work to pay bills, to survive in this wretched world, and suddenly they’re caught up with people who do things for reasons. the doctor and the lover. they have drive. they have purpose. the smallest act has meaning. these people are doing real things which they believe are worth living for and dying for, and they scare everyone else.

seven months ago he was afraid of losing his busy and pointless life, now he knows what someone who will gladly die for a cause looks like and he loves it. he admires and wants to protect your angelic minds. he will protect you.

like a lever being pulled, felix's resolve strengthens and his eyes snap open, an imperceptible green glow clouds his iris.

the others have formed a messy semicircle around him as if to keep him away from anything coming from the hole in the rundown shack they’ve chosen to rest in. as if to stop the lover to look for him if she ever decides to. they can’t. no one can if she chooses to take them to their personal hell, felix knows it and smiles.

everyone is sleeping, some more soundly than others. changbin’s hand is preventively resting on the handle of the gun in his pants and every now and then chan tightens his fingers on the knife under the makeshift pillow he’s lying on.

felix walks around his captors like a knight would walk around the enemy lines and in this delicate situation, he really feels like one. a knight in shining armor who faces dangers and monsters only to return to his queen because he owes his life to the crown.

with this in mind the first throat he slits with the piece of glass found in the shack is emancipating. jisung’s eyes widen and he can see the life drain from his body.

the second and the third are silent. seungmin and jeongin die clawing at felix’s hands, foam at their mouths, fear in their faces.

minho manages to live a few seconds longer because felix doesn’t make a clean cut. his blood gurgles in his throat and paints felix’s hands red.

changbin dies loudly just as he’s lived. the gunshot of his own gun echoes through the room and wakes the last of them.

chan looks around in grief. he wants to kill him, felix knows and opens his arms to invite him in.

poor chan, no one told him to not bring a knife to a gunfight.

he thumps to the ground, a bullet hole that matches the doctor’s.

felix smiles and turns to the door. a pale moon shines on his green eyes as he makes his way to you. after all, he’s sure you’ll need help bringing your doctor back from the dead.

#hyunjin x reader #lee felix x reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #kflixnet #hyunjin x you #hyunjin x y/n #lee felix x you #felix x reader #stray kids x you #stray kids x y/n #skz x you #stray kids mama #mama 2022

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