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highwayorgantrade · 7 months

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Safe House

Pairing: Female Reader! X Soap

Request: Nooo

Summary: Oh no! A bunch of soldiers posted up in your farmhouse bed and breakfast?? Whatever shall you do!! Should you fuck them??

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Overstimulation, begging, volume (keep quiet), unprotected sex, cervix kissing

Author's note: Okay listen y'all I did not plan on doing this whatsoever. I was in the middle of writing a Graves thing when I got this idea and I knew I just had to get that damn little brain worm out before it ruined my life further. This is gonna be a series!!!!!

The mission had gone wrong. Oh, so horribly wrong. 141 thought they were smart by teaming up with Los Vaqueros again to take down a trafficking ring - “Positive international relations,” Price had called it. “We even got imported muscle.” He grinned, referring to the 6’10” man they had called in, after hearing of his ability to do his job and keep his mouth shut.

However, the ring had decided on the same tactic, bringing in a nearby cartel to defend their location. Quickly, way too quickly, the group was overwhelmed, frantically phoning in to Laswell for extraction.

“Don’t worry,” She sighed, after directing the seven men to a relatively safe area, the black-tinted SUV already flying gravel. “I have a friend.”

You had just so happened to be the friend. Well, the relative was more accurate, being her sister-in-law. You knew what she did for work, but you never thought she would call on you for help with it.

“Please, (Y/N), it’ll only be for a few days, I swear. A week, tops.” She called you early one November morning. “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.” And you knew she wouldn’t. The fact was simple: You had lived relatively nearby, and the bed and breakfast you operated and lived in certainly had the facilities to house eight people, and it so happened to be the off-season.

You were eager to accept, happy to help your sister, and it would be nice to have some muscle with the chores that needed done around the property. When the SUV pulled up, you quickly regretted your decision. You had expected a house full of military boys, tearing around like a pack of dogs, but out stepped six of the most attractive men you have ever seen, all completely different, but equally as handsome and rugged. Two were masked, but Christ, were they big anyway. As they loaded packs out of the van, you stepped into the grass, the cold air causing you to draw your cardigan tighter around yourself. When you approached, you kept a safe distance - partly because you didn’t know them, but also because you were afraid that if you got too close, you’d get lost in the intricacies of their faces.

“Hey!” You spoke finally, the rustling of the dying leaves nearly drowning you out. “I’m (Y/N), I hope the trip out wasn’t too awful!” You internally cringed at yourself for giving them the usual spiel you reserved for guests, but continued anyway. “Come on in, all the rooms are pretty much the same, but you can pick, so… that’s something.”

“Ay, don’t worry lass, better by miles than where we’ve been.” One of them finally spoke, casting a friendly grin your way, and you turned quickly to hide the burning on your cheeks.

You were proud of the way your property looked, hidden well off the road in a small forested area, the whole thing had kind of an eclectic feel to it, but you still felt kind of strange leading them into the common area.

“Okay!” You clasped your hands together, and tried to remember that you were only a housing opportunity - they had more important things to focus on. “Well, uh, I’ll stay out of your way as much as I can, but you might see me flitting about here and there. What’s mine is yours.” Some nodded their thanks, others were making quick work of checking their bags for God knows what, and one, the one in a skull mask, merely stared down at you, his large arms crossed on his chest.

Okay… You took that as your cue to leave, and you quickly stepped out the back door, hoping to make progress on your chores before the sun set.

The frigid air felt nearly unbearable compared to how hot you were burning in their presence - you didn’t even realize that you were slightly sweating. With a sigh, you reminded yourself of your responsibilities. Repaint the gazebo, refill and hang the bird feeders, and fix the greenery so everything is in full bloom by summer. Leaves crunched under your step as the half-painted gazebo came into view. You could hear voices coming from your house, a few with different accents, mostly British, but you could pick out a Scottish, a vaguely German, and a couple Spanish lilts. A booming laugh echoed, and you relaxed your tense shoulders at the sound.

“Don’t make me regret this, Kate.” You mumbled as you settled into the grass and popped open a paint can.

She was pretty. It was the first thing Soap had noticed. It looked like she belonged here, in the woods, with the wind blowing her hair and birds singing in her presence. No doubt she kept them well-fed. He had barely listened when she spoke - he was much too focused on how her sweater wrapped tightly around her body, or how her eyes seemed to physically sparkle with curiosity. She had said something, Soap had no idea, but he responded anyway. Something about the drive? The rooms?

“Ay, don’t worry lass, better by miles than where we’ve been.” He answered, stabbing that it was an appropriate response. The way she averted her eyes and a hint of a smile played at the edges of her lips told him that he was successful. When she turned around to lead them into the safehouse, Price gave him a nudge and shook his head ‘no.’ No fucking Kate’s pretty little sister? Might as well ask him to walk on fucking water, next.

She had promised to make herself scarce, and Soap was silently thankful. He didn’t want this woman caught up in what they were doing, and he didn’t want her to know something that could get her in trouble - Laswell would never forgive them. When she left, Alejandro was the first to speak.

“Nobody talk to me about this mission tonight.” He grumbled, and Soap recognized that as a request long ago, based on the way his jaw was clenched nearly the entire drive to the location, muttering what Soap assumed to be expletives every so often. He trudged up the stairs with his bag, Rudy trailing not far behind.

“Right, then.” Ghost spoke, rolling his shoulders and pulling out a map of the enemy facility and laying it on the wood table, and Soap nearly laughed at how out of place it looked. “If they’ve gotten support from that gang, it eliminates them from support from anyone else, and makes them a target to others, not just us.”

“We need to get to them first.” Konig’s hand landed on the map, gesturing vaguely at an entrance. “This was lightly guarded.” Soap stared at the location, before his eyes flitted out the window to see you approaching a gazebo outside, and he itched to get this out of the way.

“Aye, they might reinforce that entrance since they know it’s weak now. Leaves somewhere else open to vulnerability.” Soap strategized, his eyes lingering on how your hands ran through your hair, and JESUS, how did it still look perfect after that? A light thump on the back of his head pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked back to see Gaz with a raised eyebrow, the corners of his mouth turning upwards.

“No-go, mate. Red zone. Laswell would have your head on a stick.”

“Might be worth it.” Ghost chimed in, following his gaze to the woman.

Price pointed a warning finger to Ghost, his face stony.

“Ghost, stop instigating. Gaz, leave Soap alone. Konig…” He took a breath, considering the man had nothing to do with their antics. “Good job. Soap, I wish I had control over who a soldier decides to sleep with, but I don’t.”

“That girl in Ibiza left a bad taste in your mouth, Cap?” Soap retorted, recalling one of his more infamous hook-ups, and Price laughed loudly.

“Lesson for the inexperienced,” Ghost turned to Konig. “Remember your date’s name or she will throw a knife at you.” Konig shook his head at this, and slung his bag over his shoulder, ready to call it a day.

“Sounds like my kind of woman.”

Soap had already tuned the ribbing out, and when Ghost packed up the plans, he was already tracing your path, walking out the back door to meet you.

A rustling of leaves caused your head to perk up, and you turned to see the one who had spoken to you earlier, a small smile on his face.

“Need any help?” He tilted his head at the gazebo. “More hands make less work ‘n all.” You looked back at your work, having made minimal progress since you began.

“Oh! Yeah, sure. If you want.” You responded, pulling the paint tray out in front of you so he could take the spare paintbrush. A moment of silence passed before he spoke again.

“I’m Johnny. Most of the guys call me Soap, though.”

Soap? The nickname seemed to come out of nowhere, and you crinkled your nose at this.

“Why do they call you that? You shower more than everyone else or something?” He laughed at this, reaching up to cover the underside of a railing in white paint, and you fought to keep your eyes from lingering on his arms.

“Good at cleaning house, love.” Soap corrected you, your lips pursing at the nickname. “How long have you had this place?”

You shrugged, simply happy that he was making conversation with you.

“Coupl’a years. Since I was twenty. Bought it as a dump and flipped it.” He makes a noise of approval and takes a deep breath.

“Your, uh, boyfriend live here with you, does he?” At this, you can’t help but allow a laugh to tear through you, both in recognition of what Soap was doing, and out of pure shock that he was doing it.

“Not sure where my boyfriend lives, I haven’t met him yet. Let me know if you find him, though, yeah?” Soap shook his head.

“I don’t think I will, but thank you for the offer.”

The back and forth with Soap left your head reeling, and you considered your options as you painted in silence. Kate would kill you if she found out, but she doesn’t need to find out. It has been terribly long since you’ve even been on a date, or even had sex for that matter, and Soap certainly isn’t the worst looking man in the world. He clearly had a great body, and you delved down the rabbit hole of how his arms would look pinning your arms above your head, his battle-worn dog tag trailing cold electricity down your chest.

A flash of yellow light pulled you out of your musings, and a firefly landed on your knee. You took a deep breath and turned to Soap, his attention garnered by your sudden movement of waving the small bug away.

“Do you wanna have a drink tonight? With me?” Your face was comically serious, and Soap let out a soft chuckle as he replaced the lid on the paint, taking the brush from your hand.

“Aye.” He stood, sighing a bit at the noise his knees made, and handed you the paint tray.

“I’ll, uh, go put this up and meet you inside.” You offered him a small smile, and his head tilted at you, trying to hide his own.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Soap had to stop himself from running back into the house. Giddiness coursed through him, and he burst through the door to see Gaz, Ghost, and Konig sat in various places around the living room, the TV tuned in to the local news.

“Get the fuck out.” He stated simply, his eyes wide and a dumb grin on his face.

“Pardon?” Ghost barely spared him a glance, and Konig automatically stood, silently confused as to where he was supposed to go. Gaz merely stared up at him.

“I said,” Soap wrapped his hand around Ghost’s bicep and pulled, forcing the man to stand, and Gaz followed. “Get the fuck out.”

“You sendin’ us to bed, then, eh?”

Soap picked up Ghost’s bag for him, and shoved it into his chest, nearly pushing the men up the stairs.

“I am.” He turned to Gaz, his mouth already open to protest, and pointed a finger in his face. “If you fuck this up for me, I will end you.”

The second the three men shut the door to their respective rooms, you stepped back into the house, locking the backdoor behind you.

I raised an eyebrow at the television, and grinned at Soap.

“Did you turn on the news?” I ask, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of wine from cabinets, pouring us both a fairly full glass.

“Yeah, it’s a new form of foreplay.” He laughed, taking a sip. “Learnin’ that we world is shite.”

“Oh, so foreplay is important to you?” And that question was your first step. He glanced at you from across the kitchen island, and you could just see the gears in his mind turning, figuring out the best way to get himself into your bed. Honestly, he could have asked to bend you dead over the kitchen counter, his large hand pulling your hair as leverage as he thrusted into you from behind.

But your imagination always runs wild.

“Mm. ‘S very important.” You cocked your head at his answer, and he shrugged. “I prefer to have a girl simply beggin’ before I even think of finishing.” He took a step around the island, not quite in front of you, but leaning on the side. You sipped your wine again, trying to cover your reaction to his answer, but there was no wine glass big enough to cover how you pressed your legs together, one hand gripping the counter with slightly more force than necessary.

“How do you do that?” It was an effort to keep your tone even , trying not to show how badly he was affecting you.

“Eh.” He set his wine glass down, finger lightly circling the base of the stem. “Usually have ‘em coming a few times before I get my own.”

Holy fuck. You needed Soap, and you needed him bad.

“Ah, so only good reviews then?” Damnit, why is your voice suddenly higher? You cleared your throat to try to get it to return to normal, and the fucking bastard smirked at you.

“So far. Tell me, love.” That damn nickname again. “When was the last time you were fucked?” You opened your mouth to answer, but it didn’t matter as Soap began talking again. “Ah, lemme revise that. When was the last time you were properly fucked? The last time someone had you cryin’, had you just stupid on their cock?”

You were buzzing, shaking slightly at Soap’s vulgar words. His accent got lower, rougher as he spoke, and you could feel your arousal tying a knot in your throat.He simply stared at you, waiting for your answer with a dumb smile on his face, like he already knew.

“Oh, no, don’t tell me…” He began, in mock sympathy. “Never?” You shook your head at him, not wanting to tell him the truth.

In all reality, you’ve never orgasmed with someone else. It was all only you, and you learned quickly not to say this, as all men would try to be the first. Then you’d end the night by lying, and they would go with their egos inflated.

You both stood, the tension in the kitchen more than you could bear, and just as you were about to dismiss yourself for the night, Soap wrapped a hand around your forearm - Not tightly enough to worry you, but just enough so you looked up at him, your faces inches from each other.

“Love, I don’t like to, uh, think I’m all that, y’know?” He cleared his throat. “But I’d like to try. Show some thanks to our host.”

In one last attempt at quieting down your own perverse thoughts, you set your wine glass down, and looked at the floor.

“Ah, you don’t need to thank me Soap.”

“I absolutely do,” He responded immediately. “I really do need to. Nothin’ better than a pretty face while I work.”

You bite the inside of your lip, considering all the ways this could go bad. Every single one was overrun with the way Soap was searching your eyes, silently pleading for you. With a purse of your lips, you poured the rest of your wine down the sink, and smiled.

“Absolutely.”

You barely got the words out before Soap wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted, slinging you over his shoulder and making his way up the stairs, searching for any room that didn’t look like it was already occupied.

“Mine’s on the other end.” You breathed in an effort not to laugh at his eagerness, and he turned on his heels toward a door that was differently painted than the rest. He placed a hand over your head, protecting you from a bump as he ducked through the doorframe, and less-than-gently set you on your bed, locking the door behind him.

When he turned, you didn’t see the sweet man offering to help you with painting, you saw a soldier. A soldier tuned into your every breath, every movement, and every thought. He kneeled in front of the bed, between your legs, and began planting lighter than air kisses on your ankle, untying your shoes and setting them to the side haphazardly.

“Red means stop.” He whispered against your skin, traveling upward to your knee. “Yellow is slow down, green is good. Repeat it.”

“Red is-“ You were cut off by your own gasp as he delivered a light bite to the inside of your thigh before kissing it again, and you could feel him smile against you. “Red is stop. Yellow is slow. Green is good.”

“And where are we now?” He breathed against the spot right where your thigh met your most sensitive area, and you felt your stomach jump.

“Green. So, so green.” A whimper escaped you, and Soap tsked, like he was about to scold you.

“Stay quiet, lass.” Teased Soap, as he slid your shorts down, along with your underwear, and he whistled lowly. “A Chriosd ann an ifrinn, seall ort, a nighean bhòidheach.” And with that, he licked one long, thick strip up your cunt, dipping down to tease your hole with his tongue. Soap was eating you out like a man starved, and you were obsessed.

Light, breathy moans left you, ever so aware of how quiet everything else was.

“Tell me what feels good, love.” He punctuated his command with a nip to your thigh, pulling your mind out of the pleasure-induced haze. His tongue traveled through your folds, eyes trained on you to see your reaction to his ministrations. Soap’s lips wrap around your clit, fingers toying with your soaking entrance, and it felt like all rational thought had left you. You didn’t care about who exactly was between your legs, nor if his team could hear your desperate mewls.

The pressure inside you was building, and your movement was strange - trying to wriggle away from the incessant barrage against your clit, and trying to grind impossibly closer to Soap’s lips, and by his huff, it was clear he had enough of that. One large arm wrapped around a thigh, his other pressing down on your abdomen, and the only noise Soap could muster was a few low groans as he continued devouring you.

The knot inside you was getting tighter and tighter, and it felt like it was going to snap any second. A split moment of panic ran through you as your back arched off the bed, Begs and cries tumbling out of your lips before you could think of them.

“Soap, please, please.” You cried, hands aching from gripping the sheets. “Please don’t stop, please…” Staying true to your direction, Soap was unrelenting against you, the combination of his sucking, biting, and licking at your clit had dizzy spots appearing in your vision. With one hard push on your abdomen, and a particularly slow drag of his tongue at your entrance, you felt that snap, and you finally understood why it was called the Little Death.

Your mind had gone completely blank, mouth open in a silent scream, and your thighs clamped around either side of Soap’s head, where he still had yet to stop drinking you. It felt like your heart had even stopped beating, until the pounding was heard in your ears. As Soap continued, you felt your body lurch upwards, fingers tangling in Soap’s hair until he finally looked up at you, his hand coming back to slide a finger into you.The sudden intrusion forced a gasp from you, and he gently kissed your thigh, where you noticed the ache that predates a bruise.

“How we doin’, love? We okay?” His voice was impossibly sweet, a complete 180 to how he just made you feel. You nodded, despite feeling like every single sense in your body had been blown out. His finger continued sliding in and out of you, your walls pulsing around him.

“Green.” You confirmed breathily, and he smiled a wolfish grin before adding a second digit into you, his pace quickening. A quick flash of aggravation and desperation coursed through you, and you knew how to get exactly what you wanted.

You looked down at him, eyebrows upturned in a pleading look, and your doe-eyes were working overtime.

“Please, Soap, just fuck me.” You said, voice higher and more gentle than you thought it would come out, and he groaned, rolling his head against your leg. His fingers took on a ‘come here’ motion, and your eyes rolled in the back of your head at the feeling.

“Ah, I know what you want. You want these…” Soap planted a kiss on your thighs, interrupting his own speech. “God, these pretty thighs pinned behind your head, taking me so well, takin’ me so good.” He looked absolutely pussydrunk, his eyes darting between your eyes and his fingers, tsking and offering a slight noise of false sympathy when a tear rolled down your cheek. Your walls pulsed around his fingers, and you could feel that fire building inside of you again. “Christ, love, you wanna come again, huh?” You nodded furiously at his question, one hand coming up to absentmindedly play with your tits. A bright look crossed Soap’s face, and while his hands continued, his mouth met your hands.

His lips wrapped around your nipple, and before you could think, he bit down - the orgasm that crashed through you was stronger than the last, and the muscles in your thighs screamed from being clenched so tightly. You felt his fingers work their way out of your pussy, hissing at the feeling of your walls clenching around nothing.

“You want me to fuck you now, pretty thing?” His face was almost smug as he climbed up on the bed, one hand going to your lower back to effortlessly raise you, and he peppered light kisses on your sweat-covered face. Of course you want him, how could you not? Your body was buzzing with the aftershocks of two orgasms, and here he was, lining himself up with you.

“God, yes, please.” You breathed, hands coming to rest on his back. Soap brought his lips down next to your ear, sending another shock straight to your core.

“Beg better.” He punctuated his command by rubbing his cock through your folds, and you twitched when the head ground against your already sensitive clit. Beg better? Fuck you, Soap.

You took his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you and, hopefully, how serious you looked.

“Fuck me, Soap. Now.”

The simple instruction was all it took for him to push inside you, and it was like it activated something in him - Soap simply could not shut up.

“Ach, mo Dhia, tha thu a 'faireachdainn cho foirfe timcheall orm. So perfect.” He planted a kiss to your temple. “So perfect, my pretty girl.”

You brought your lips up to his neck, kissing the curve where it meets his shoulder, and his babbling only continued as his cock dragged against nearly every nerve, your broken moans echoing through your room. God, his slow pace was nearly agonizing, you wanted more, you needed more. It was like Soap read your mind as he paused, hooking your knees above his shoulders, effectively pinning you into the mattress. He flashed you a wicked grin before he began his jackhammer pace, and this new position had him reaching impossibly deep inside you.

A vague, low ache began in your abdomen every time he bottomed out, his head kissing your cervix every single time. The depth combined with his pace, his groaning and endless praise in your ear - it felt like it was all culminating in a perfect storm, one that was threatening to break down every fibre of your being.

“Fuck, Soap, I’m going to-” You interrupted yourself with a low, hoarse groan, your admission only spurring him on as he replaced his hold on your knees with his hands.

“Look at me, love, I wanna see it, I wanna see you.” His stuttering hips told you he was in the same spot as you, and you both were not going to last much longer. “Come for me, pretty girl.” He growled, and that was all it took for you.

Your legs shook uncontrollably as you released around him, and your ending brought his own on. Curses left him lips as he buried himself inside you, collapsing next to you.

“Ach, come ‘ere.” He breathed, reaching his arm out to hook around your waist and pulling you to him, one leg wrapping around his waist. One hand rested on your jaw, planting kisses on your forehead, cheek, anywhere he could get access to. Your body felt numb, and you knew he stayed true to his word - you were fucked absolutely stupid. You wanted to talk, you wanted to ask where this left you? Would you ignore that this happened? Would it recur? Would he tell his team about it? You wanted to ask, and yet you didn’t - The song of crickets and his heartbeat was a lullaby, and one that you couldn’t fight.

The snare of sleep overtook you as your heart rate evened out, and only one thought was on your mind before you gave up the fight for consciousness:

You really fucking hope you don’t regret this.

#mw2 #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #call of duty fanfic #cod x reader

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takecareluv · 2 years

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hello, could you write something where y/n is not famous but she's dating vinnie and his fans doesn't really like her and sending hate to her and saying that vinnie should cheat on her, she's getting insecure and starting to believe that he would actually cheat on her because there are so many pretty girls but they sit down to talk and he comforts her?😊

a.n. hi, my love. thank you for requesting something! this is actually my first time writing a request so i hope i did okay and you like it !!! mwah <3

ignore the comments || vinnie hacker x reader

you and vinnie were together for over eleven months, the happiest eleven months of your life might you add. however, up until recently you had been a secret to the public eye. with the reaction from fans of vinnie’s previous flings, most of which were made up rumors sourced on twitter, you thought it would be best to wait putting your relationship onto the internet for everyone to criticize.

on the other hand, vinnie couldn’t wait to show you off: his sweet, beautiful girlfriend. but he knew how apprehensive you were, especially with not being used to the lifestyle and the thousands of comments that came along with it.

but now that you were approaching a year into the relationship, you thought it might be time to make it instagram official, especially with all the speculations people already had when it came to the mystery girl that was constantly seen next to the golden boy himself.

when your one year anniversary came around, you and vinnie celebrated by recreating your first date; a picnic on the beach. you had the best time, eating little sandwiches while watching the sunset and reminiscing over the last year together. by the end of the night, you were scrolling through all the photos you took, wanting to remember the day forever. upon seeing one you particularly liked of you kissing vinnie on the cheek with the cotton candy skies perfectly displayed in the background, you turned your phone to show vinnie, “i like this one, you should post it.”

“are you serious? you’d be okay with that? we don’t have to do anything if you aren’t ready.” vinnie continued to ramble until you finally shut him up with a kiss.

“yes i’m sure. it’s been a whole year, i think it’s about time we stop hiding things,” you responded with a smile.

with you final approval, vinnie took the post to instagram with the caption: one full year with my baby and i have loved each and every second of it. thank you for sticking by me all this time. i love you, sweetheart. <3

the post was quickly received by his fans, and before you knew it both your names were trending. while some people were so kind with their support of you two, a lot of vinnie’s fan were none too happy of you quote unquote stealing vinnie from them.

from that day you continued to receive more and more hate for your relationship with the tiktok star. you tried your best to ignore it, focusing more on the nice words, but as those became few and far between, you decided to just disregard the comment section all together.

that was working well for you until one night vinnie was begging you to join him on stream, excited that you no longer had to hide behind the camera. and when vinnie brought out those puppy dog eyes it was hard to say no.

when you finally gave in, vinnie happily pulled you onto his lap, introducing you to chat as he prepared to start a new game. while he was swiftly distracted by the game beginning in front of him, you were left to focus all your attention on the one thing you had been trying you hardest to ignore the last week or so: the comments. even with how rapidly they were flashing by your eyes, you were able to catch a few common phrases.

user1: vinnie is surrounded by the prettiest girls and he chooses her?

user2: you could do so much better vinnie

user3: I don’t see the hype, she’s not even that cute.

user4: when you finally leave her, hit me up

user5: he’s definitely gonna end up cheating on her

reading that last one, you finally had enough and abruptly stood up from vinnie’s lap excusing yourself to go to the bathroom where chat nor vinnie could see you cry.

although, vinnie, who was very concerned about your sudden exit, told chat he would have to end stream early and promised he would be back the next day. once he knew everything was turned off as it should be, he made his way to the bathroom door you had locked minutes ago. “baby can you please open the door? i want to make sure you're okay,” he said calmly.

moments later he heard the click of the lock being undone and the door hesitantly being pushed open. his heart never could have prepared him for the sight of his sweetheart of a girlfriend with tear stained cheeks, mascara running down her face.

“oh baby. c’mere, what’s wrong? please don’t cry.”

“you’re fans, they hate me,” you said between sobs. “and, and i don’t blame them. you have so many pretty girls falling at your knees and then look at me. i’m not nearly as perfect and skinny like them. i’m scared you’re gonna leave me for any one of them once you realize how much better you can do.”

vinnie couldn’t believe that you would talk about yourself like that, could you not see how beautiful you truly were? how head over heals in love with you he was?

“baby, stop. don’t say any of that. i don’t want any of those girls, i want you my love. you are perfect to me and that’s all that matters. who cares what the comments say, most of them are just jealous twelve year olds trying to get under your skin. i love you and only you. i’m in it for the long haul so i hate to break it to you baby, but you’re stuck with me,” he finished saying before showering your face with kisses until a smile finally crept across your face.

“okay, okay i get your point. i love you too.” you replied with a giggle.

“good. now c’mon. i’m going to run you a bath and then we will spend the rest of the night in bed, just us. no social media, and definitely no comments okay?” vinnie stated with a pointed finger, pulling you to stand.

“okay,” you agreed, “thank you for taking such good care of me. i really don’t deserve you.”

“baby, you deserve the world and more, when are you going to realize that?” “now let's go, get undressed.”

“jeez if you wanted to see me naked all you had to do was ask.”

vinnie just laughed as he started the bath for you, making sure to add one of your favorite bath bombs, allowing the water to turn a beautiful purple. once it was filled and to the right temperature, you got in, finally feeling a little bit more relaxed.

“join me?” you asked shyly. and of course within seconds the boy was undressed and stepping into the bath to sit behind you.

you and vinnie sat intertwined in the bath until it got cold, and for the rest of the night remained in bed watching your go to comfort movies.

by the time you were falling asleep, you had forgetten all about the negative comments, only thinking about how lucky you were to have a boyfriend like vinnie.

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker x you

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mrswhozeewhatsis · 2 years

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Sam's Last Straw

A/N: This was supposed to be a ficlet or just a little something about what I would write if I actually wrote something, but instead, I actually wrote something! Prompt provided by @wingedcatninja.

Prompt: Dean x Reader, hurt/comfort

Summary: Dean and the Reader are BOTH hurt on a hunt and Sam has to take care of them. They get... needy.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Nothing. It's just so freaking fluffy.

Word count: 2322 words

After much squabbling (Dean was hurt worse, but you kind of had to pee), Sam carried you to the bathroom, then helped Dean get settled in his room, then carried you from the bathroom to your bedroom. He left you with an apology and a set of guilty puppy eyes, then raced off to find supplies.

You got changed into comfy clothes all by yourself, thank…Pete, maybe? Can’t thank God anymore, so might as well thank a random dude named Pete. It was about as effective. Anyway, a severely sprained ankle and bruised/possibly cracked ribs made things difficult, but not impossible. Mostly. You’d gotten off easy. Dean had broken his leg. Luckily, it was just a hairline fracture that would heal in a few weeks, but he was non-weight-bearing for a while. As were you. And the little clinic you’d visited for the x-rays was all out of crutches. Hence Sam running around like a one-armed paperhanger to help you both.

Sam appeared in your doorway, slightly out of breath and still with the guilty puppy eyes. “I could have sworn we had two sets of crutches in the infirmary, but I can only find one. There’s not even a cane or a walker or anything, so I went online and ordered us a bunch. They’ll be at the post office in a couple of days. Until then, I’ll keep helping you two and you can share the one pair, right?”

“Sam,” you replied with a sigh, “With the ribs, I can barely sit up straight without pain, so I think hanging out in bed is going to suit me just fine. Let Dean keep the crutches and I’ll just use my desk chair or something if I really need to get around.” You shrugged as your mind started to put together a makeshift walker with your chair and a towel or something so it would slide on the bunker’s cement floors.

“Although that sounds like a neat idea, I insist on you just relaxing, okay? Stay in bed, and just call me if you need anything. It’s my fault you’re hurt, anyway. I will bring you food and whatever you want until the crutches and stuff get here. Okay?”

Gosh, he looked so sad and guilty. “Sam, it’s not your fault I got hurt! The plan went sideways, that’s all! The plan always goes sideways, and it’s no biggie! You don’t have to wait on me hand and foot as an apology because there’s no apology necessary.”

“I insist!” he argued. “Really, I want to!”

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Fine. Whatever you want. But honestly, just bring me some food every so often and I’ll be okay, okay?”

“Okay.” Sam grinned.

“But Sam—”

“Yeah?”

“Could you go to Walmart and pick up some things?” You pulled out your phone and texted him a short list. Back scratcher or something for under-cast itches, a couple of different pies, those little frozen mini pizzas Dean loved, and slide-on slippers to wear until he could get his boots on, again. “I don’t really need anything, but Dean’s gonna need some things with that cast he’s got.”

“Just for Dean?” Sam bit his lips to stop from smirking and you rolled your eyes.

“It doesn’t mean anything, Sam! In fact, don’t even tell him it was my idea.” You crossed your arms over your chest and dared him to argue with you, hiding the fear that Sam would spill the beans about your crush. Your face heated without your permission, though, giving you away.

“Yeah, yeah, doesn’t mean a thing,” Sam teased as he shut the door behind him.

Across the hall, a similar scene played out with Dean.

“Hey, Dean, I’m heading to Walmart to pick up some things. Want anything?”

Dean shifted and picked up his phone. “Yeah. Well, I don’t really need anything, but I bet Y/N does. She’s going to want to soak in the bathtub with some Epsom salts for those ribs, and she’ll want some arnica for bruising, which we’re all out of. And get her some cute fuzzy slippers to wear until she can fit her shoes on, again, or her feet will get cold on the cement floors.” Dean tapped away on his phone. “Here, I’m texting you a list.”

“Slippers?” Sam teased. “And nothing for you, huh?”

Dean looked up from his phone and glared at his brother. “I know you think it means something but it doesn’t mean anything! In fact, don’t even tell her it was my idea! Take the credit for yourself and earn her forgiveness since she got hurt saving your ass,” Dean groused.

A grimace replaced Sam’s grin. He really did feel bad about you having been where he was supposed to be and you then getting hurt. “She’s already forgiven me, and I’ve already promised to take care of her until she’s mobile again to make up for her getting hurt. I don’t need to take credit for your ideas. Why don’t you keep your credit and just tell her how you feel?”

“There are no feelings, Sam, so just take the list, get the stuff, and do whatever you need to do to help her feel better. Maybe you could watch rom coms and braid each other’s hair?”

Sam bit his lips for the second time that hour to keep a smirk from forming. “Alright, man. Whatever you say. I’m off to Walmart.”

A couple of hours later, Sam returned and dropped off the non-perishable goodies for each of them, taking credit –as requested— for picking everything out. Both Dean and Y/N were happily surprised by his thoughtfulness, and he left the dorm hallway shaking his head about the both of them.

When dinnertime came around, Sam dutifully made up a tray full of mini pizzas and pie for his brother and headed to his room. Dean was happily surprised and grinned from ear to ear.

“I was sure you were going to take advantage and make me eat rabbit food while I was down! Thanks, Sammy!”

“You’re welcome, Dean. But no, I’m saving the healthy food for tomorrow. You’ve had a rough day today,” he said as he cleaned up some trash leftover from the Walmart run. “I’m gonna go get food for Y/N. Need anything else before I go?”

“Did you get her those microwavable lasagnas she likes? And the ice cream?”

Sam sighed a sigh of the eternally put-upon. “Yes, I got the lasagnas and the ice cream.”

“Good,” Dean replied. “Go feed her. She needs sustenance to heal, Sammy!”

Sam waved an arm and walked back to the kitchen. As he entered, both his phone and the microwave dinged at the same time.

From Dean: After she’s done eating, rub her shoulders! She carries all her tension in her shoulders, and that’s going to make her ribs hurt even worse. When we watch movies, I rub the knots out and it always makes her feel better!

Sam looked to the heavens for help before remembering that was pointless. He texted a quick acknowledgment to Dean before setting up the tray of food for Y/N and heading to her room.

“Oh, this is perfect!” she said, her eyes big as she saw the feast in front of her.

“And there’s ice cream in the freezer for dessert, too.”

“Really? That’s awesome! Thank you!” As she dug into her meal, she stopped him from leaving. “Wait, Sam! Did you have any trouble getting the stuff for Dean?”

“Nope. He loves the back scratcher I found, by the way. It’s slim enough to fit inside the cast. And right now, he’s eating a couple of those mini pizzas and some pie.”

You smiled knowing that you had done something to make Dean feel better. “That’s great.” You paused, not sure how to bring up your next request. “You know, I was reading on my phone about different things you can do to help encourage healing from a broken leg, and one of the things mentioned was reflexology.”

Sam grimaced. “Reflexology? Isn’t that basically rubbing someone’s feet?”

You nodded. “Yeah! It’s supposed to help with blood flow, which helps with healing.” You brought out your phone and tapped until a drawing of a foot took over the screen. “If you focus on this area here on both feet, it’s supposed to help with leg issues.”

“Wait,” Sam said with a hand raised and his head tilted, “are you asking me to give my brother a foot rub?”

“Umm, yeah?” you responded with a hesitant smile and an attempt at puppy eyes you couldn’t be sure would work. “Please?”

Sam stared at you for far longer than was comfortable, then rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in the air. “Fine! I’ll do it! I’ll go rub his feet and clean up after his dinner, and then I’ll be back to rub your shoulders and clean up after your dinner, but after that, you both are on your own for the night!”

You grinned and clapped quietly. “Thank you thank you thank you!!!”

Sam didn’t reply as he stormed out of your room and back into his brother’s. Dean was just finishing his last bite of pie, licking his fork clean, so Sam moved the tray full of dirty dishes to the side and headed towards the foot of Dean’s bed. Pulling a chair over, he sat down and pushed the covers off Dean’s feet.

“Dude! What are you doing?” Dean exclaimed, pulling his unbroken leg away from Sam.

Sam grabbed the foot at the end of the cast, setting his phone on the bed nearby so he could look at the chart you had texted to him. “I’m rubbing your foot to improve circulation and speed the healing of the broken bone in your leg,” Sam said in his most serious tone. “It’s supposed to promote relaxation, too, which also speeds healing.” He pushed his thumb into the meat of Dean’s foot, causing Dean to try to pull his foot away, and yelp in pain when it didn’t work.

“Bitch, get your hands off my foot!”

“Jerk, just shut up and let me do this so you can feel better!”

“It’s not making me feel better, you pervert!”

“That’s because I’m not done, yet, you ungrateful asshole!”

Dean threw one of his pillows at Sam. “Get your grubby hands off of my feet, and if you want to rub something, go rub Y/N’s shoulders like I told you to, you dick!”

Sam blocked the incoming pillow missile, but it did stop him from trying to touch Dean’s feet. With a huff, he stood up, put the covers back to rights, moved the chair back to the desk, and stormed out of the room, straight into yours.

Before he even had the door the whole way open, you were asking him, “Would it be weird to ask you to get Dean a copy of the latest Busty Aaaaaaa!! Sam!! What are you doing??” You yelped as Sam tossed your covers aside and quickly picked you up from the bed.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered while he carried you down the hall and into Dean’s room. With the bare minimum of care that he could manage while also being completely done with both of you, he plopped you down on the bed next to Dean. He disappeared for a moment while you and Dean both looked back and forth between each other and the door. Just when you were about to ask Dean what the heck was going on, Sam returned with your slippers and the arnica cream.

He tossed your slippers onto the bed next to you, then grabbed Dean’s slippers and tossed them onto the bed, too.

They matched.

“The two of you are crazy about each other, and you’re making me crazy, so now you two can be crazy together with your crazy matching slippers and rub each other’s feet and shoulders and whatever else you want to rub on each other but I’m out! I’m going to bed!” With a huff, Sam turned and left the room, slamming the door closed behind him.

Your face heated up like it was summer on the sun. You glanced over at Dean just to see a similar blush on his cheeks. “You’re crazy about me?” you asked quietly, the tremor in your voice showing off your nervousness.

Dean ducked his head before looking at you and seeing the same emotions on your face. “Yeah. Have been for a while. You, too?”

You nod, a huge smile breaking on your face. “Yeah. It’s been a while for me, too.”

Dean wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his side, making you wince a little with the movement, but you really didn’t care.

“That’s good,” he said quietly, kissing your hair as you settled in next to him. You both lay like that for a minute, soaking everything in, making sure you’d remember this moment forever. He was so warm, solid, and comforting. And knowing that he felt about you the same way you felt about him just made all the pain from your ankle and ribs fade away.

Very carefully, so he didn’t jostle any of your collective injuries, he turned you both so you were facing each other and kissed you so sweetly you thought you might cry. It was just a gentle pressing of your lips together, with only a little extra near the end telling you how much more he wanted but knew you couldn’t have at that moment. When you separated, he looked into your eyes, and you knew you’d have all the time in the world to have more kisses, more touches, more everything you ever wanted.

He sighed; his smile almost as wide as yours.

“So, does this mean you want to rub my feet? Because that’s just weird.”

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sebsxphia · 2 years

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~this~post did something to me so here's my writing of one of the bob parts you mentioned bc whew that's gonna stick with me. and thank you 🍮 anon and yourself 😌 this is my first Bob smut and I'm sweating

The competition between Bob and Hangman had being going on for a couple weeks now, and you were definitely reaping the benefits from it. The two of them had something to prove and were refusing to be bested by the other, and it was only getting more intense - to your pleasure.

Jake had walked into a stall of the bathroom, knowing the video sent to him by Bob would demand both his immediate attention, and privacy. He slid the lock in place before tapping on the video. His fingers quickly flew to the volume button as your moans filled the room, trying to quiet the noises, and being grateful no one else was in the restroom with him.

The video was taken from Bob's point of view, showing you laying on your back with a perfect view to camera. Your eyes locked with Jake's through the screen and you moaned and nearly screamed for his rival.

"B- Bobby, please, please," you begged, your eyes fluttering shut.

"You look so good like this, don't you wanna let Hangman see? I bet Jake's gonna hate missing this," Bob teases off camera, thrusting into you all the while. You looked back up at the camera as another moan escapes your lips. "Taking me so well, darlin'. Tell me, who fucks you better? Hm?

Jake hears you gasp as you moan again, you obviously enjoying the way Robert's hips are slamming into yours. Jake watches as Bob pulled nearly completely out of you and sees spit land just in front of your entrance before he slides all the way back in, in one deep thrust. He has to cover his phone's speaker with his finger to mute the loud noises that flood out of you.

"Fuck! Y- you do, Bobby," you moan, causing Jake to set his jaw in annoyance.

Bob chuckes as obscenities spew from your mouth and reaches his hand down, just within frame of the video, to press the pad of his thumb against your clit. "I don't think he could hear that, baby. Say it again, say my name. Who fucks you the best?"

Jake watches the remaining 10 seconds of the video, which is just you saying Bob's name like a mantra as you moan and come around him. The last words are Robert saying "That's my girl," before Jake's phone closes out of the video.

He takes a deep breath through his nose before typing a reply, saying he'll see what you have to say about it next time he sees you. Jake has to adjust his pants and wait a few seconds before leaving the stall, but the rest of the day he sees you sprawled on the bed everytime he closes his eyes.

-❤️‍🔥

DEAR ANON I WANT YOU TO AFFECTIONATELY KNOW THIS SENT ME INTO ORBIT

i’m currently spinning around earth with absolutely zero plans to come back down holy shit!!!!!!! this is incredible!!!!! the spitting????? your first bob smut???? NAH IM SO RABID FOR THIS

jake wouldn’t be able to get the image out of this head for the next three days and he’s already planning his next move for when he has you all to himself and how he’s going to prove to bob that he wrecks you better. hickies, bruises and bite marks aren’t enough. he needs to prove that you’re his.

that’s how you end up feeling the cool body paint slide on your lower belly, just above your cunt. you’re too fucked out at this point to even look down and see what he’s writing, squirming under the ticklish feeling. jake slaps your thigh lightly, “hold still sugar, or i can’t mark you as mine.”

bob receives the video ten minutes later sat on his living room sofa. his jaw hardens when he sees the black paint reading “hangman’s property” and he hears your whiney begs for jake to fuck you. the fucker has literally marked you as his and it makes bob’s blood boil.

thank you so so much for this incredible piece dear anon!!! i’m never getting over this!!!! ever!!!! i could kiss you mwah!!! 💌💖

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enter-the-phantom · 7 months

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Enter Writes A Blog - Oct 4, 2023

In Which I Get A New Job (Sort Of) and Meet the Dance Commander; Nearly Die of Queer Joy

A few life updates bc I’ve just been too tired to post regularly recently! Gonna start doing these since I’ve always admired people who keep little journals. Enjoy.

I got a new seasonal job a few weeks ago at a local theatre and costume shop, which sounds like it would be perfect for me but is…definitely not. The pay is abysmal, it’s $9 an hour with no benefits, and the job itself is so mind-numbingly monotonous that I’m actually depressed. There’s a lot going on and I don’t think I’m going to make it—I need a challenge and I can’t shut my brain off for eight hours a day with nothing to do. Not being able to think creatively and solve puzzles is really messing with my head. Plus the hours are really bad for me, getting up that early and getting home in the evening is really draining for someone with my circadian rhythm. It’s just not for me. As bad as I feel about it (bc I do like my coworkers!), I’m going to quit sometime in the coming weeks and focus on building up my Etsy and working on my art offerings. It won’t make money but it also won’t make me so depressed I can do nothing but sleep on my days off. I just can’t handle traditional work, it’s not good for my brain and my mental health and it’s affecting me physically too. I can’t risk another colitis scare and the stress just isn’t worth it.

On to better news that, if you know me, is gonna have you jumping for me bc everyone I’ve told is freaked.

If you know me you know by now that Electric Six is my soul band and means the world to me. You know what I’ve been through and how happy they make me. Finally got to see them in person on Friday night and it was a spiritual experience. I ended up not only against the stage, but the closest one to The Man himself. Nearly got hit with the mic stand boner multiple times. Eye contact happened. Moments happened. They were magical. He is magical. As I said to @mosshugs, there is truly nothing like the joy an aroace person feels for their squish. It’s the purest form of love there is and my god, do I love that man. Multiply it with the love a performer has for their muse and I’ve been emotional all week.

Every E6 experience I’ve ever had involved lovely strangers who became friends and this was no exception. We just all come together to watch a bunch of goofy guys play goofy songs and do goofy dances together. Met the most lovely family of Crazies with daughters me and my sister’s age, we hung out with them all night, kept an eye on each other and just in general had a great time making new friends! My new local friend is super sweet and we have a lot in common, so that’s really neat! Hoping to talk to her more if I don’t get super nervous about it bc she’s really cool. Also she was providing the strongest moral support when she saw just how close I was to Dick Valentine. Mad props for recognising I was having several moments. When he knelt down on that speaker and started rambling about Lyme Disease she had my back quite literally. Such a real one. Also sent me all her photos and vids bc I was too busy ascending to even remember my phone.

But my god, do I love the Crazies. Herb S Flavorings (who was a treat as always to watch) flicked us a pick, missed, it hit someone else and dropped to the floor. Everyone immediately stepped back and helped find it. Setlist got passed down to me by not one but two other people who saw just how much this concert meant to me and thought I should have it I guess? Also met up with some guys from the Facebook group as I was leaving who wanted to meet “the E6 artist” and demanded to know if I got the prints delivered—I love this dumb little fandom. Also The Flashy Jacket™ was a hit!

And of course the part ya’ll we’re waiting for—I got to meet my hero, Dick Valentine himself. Spotted him coming down from the green room to get his customary post-show amaretto sour and I asked if we could talk when he had a minute (mostly just wanted to deliver the art prints) and he was so immediately friendly and approachable. He had a few people coming up to say hi, and what really struck me was how careful he was to make sure I knew he hadn’t forgotten I wanted to talk to him. I’m sure he had no idea how much that truly meant to me—it’s such a little thing, just to have someone give you a reassuring look that you haven’t been forgotten or ignored and they’re going to make time—but for some people they never get that and it truly means the world. To get it from someone who does not know me, but who has gotten me through so much, was really incredible. I started tearing up and apologising for being emotional and he was so reassuring, reiterating that it had been a long night and it was okay to be emotional and he was glad he and his silly little band had done so much for me. Art was delivered, he loved it—and apparently John (and Da Ve??? I’m in on a secret I guess) are going to be back for the Detroit show or at least there, so he promised to deliver them then. My extra print of his was signed, and so was my setlist! Also I got a hug and some very cute photos. Just truly the sweetest, most down-to-earth gem of a man with the most shockingly calming presence. We all knew he was pretty special, all the guys are, but in person he’s really something else. Thank you again, Dick/Tyler (bc we love the persona but the man himself is just a good guy) and if you ever see this, I promise I’m not crazy and I’m not attempting to clone you in my basement—you just genuinely are my hero. Please don’t push yourself too hard on this tour; we all love you and want you to take care of yourself. ❤️

Anyway. If you read the end of this welcome back to our regularly scheduled nonsense on this blog. I’ll be doing a lot of social media stuff once I quit my job so I can get serious about building up my platforms and working on art and design stuff, so stay on the lookout for that! LOTS of art coming soon. Selfship and fandom friends, I have some amazing new stuff coming out, including some cool commission options you’ve never seen before. Also going to attempt this TikTok thing I guess.

Glad to be back and I missed you all! I hope my mental health will be better once I can focus on working creatively, the way I need to. Love you all! ❤️

#reblogs of these are welcome btw #electric six #electric 6 #dick valentine #enter writes a blog #music #my stupid face

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prettywitchiusaka · 2 years

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So I meant to make this post last week, but, gonna be honest, I wasn’t feeling super great up until a few days ago.

Now that I’m starting to feel like myself again (and with the recent announcement regarding who will be writing Secret Wars), I figured that now is the time to make an addendum to my post about today’s writers (at least in Hollywood, anyway) don’t seem to do any research, be it for adaptational purposes, or just to enhance their own work to make it better/flesh out the world and characters a little.

And honestly, I feel like Michael Waldron is a perfect example of this (with Jessica Gao being a close second).

I’ve made no secret that I have very mixed opinions and feeling regarding Multiverse of Madness, mostly staked in my love of Doctor Strange in general, and his MCU counterpart in particular. I tend to be a lot kinder to it than most, as I do think it’s a decent film that needs another rewrite or two before it could’ve been something great. But let’s be clear, I actually don’t entirely blame Waldron for what went wrong with this film. From what I know about the production, it really seems like Kevin Feige is the real villain of Multiverse.

I recently discovered watching MauLer’s take down of the film (I skimmed through it, tbh) that, as Waldron puts it, he was hired by Feige to come on board shortly after Derrickson left. Now that part I knew, as I’d been keeping up with the film’s production on and off since the initial announcement back in 2019. What did surprise me, though, was that they already had sets being built when Waldron came on board, meaning that not only were they still building sets that were made for the Jade Bartlett draft, it also meant that shooting was set to start soon. This meant Waldron was left to write a new draft with very little time to prepare (three weeks) according to him. And...well, this is where I’m actually going to defend the man for a moment.

Do I blame Waldron for performing the job he was hired to do? No. Unless your Harlan Ellison or (maybe) John Hughes, NOBODY can write a polished shooting script for a big budget film in three weeks. It simply doesn’t happen, and I put the blame entirely on Feige for that one. It’s INSANE for him to think that Waldron (or anyone for that matter) could turn in something worthy of being called a Doctor Strange film in that timeframe, especially when he’d already wasted time, resources and freaking MONEY creating standing sets and character designs for the original script that was discarded because he wanted his precious Multiverse saga, and couldn’t be bothered to wait another film or two before getting to that.

So yeah, I don’t blame Waldron for that.

That being said...I do blame Waldron for what happened after.

It’s no secret that the film industry (Marvel included) was shut down for a bit due to Covid, and Multiverse was no exception. This means Waldron was given a second chance. He could watch the first DS film, read some comics, do a quick wiki search and figure out which Doctor Strange comics are essential to the character and which ones he should read to write a new draft. You think he did any of that? Nope. Of course he didn’t.

This is what I mean about how we’re heading into an age of writers who don’t seem to do any research. Instead of studying Bartlett’s draft extensively, reading up on some comics, hell, maybe even phoning up Benedict and consulting with him on basic DS lore, he doesn’t do any of that. Instead, he just makes up his own plot and makes Wanda the villain because “Marvel wanted a Multiverse movie, so I had to figure out who’d be a threat to it”, even though he could’ve easily re-worked Nightmare into his plot if he’d been bothered to look up anything about the character. I mean, dreams are established to be windows into the lives of one’s Multiversal selves, how hard would it have been?

And before anyone chimes in and says “Well, he was probably busy with other projects”, I’m sure he was. But guess what? If you’re a professional writer in any capacity? You’re ALWAYS working on several assignments at once. Especially if you’re freelance. And yeah, sometimes you don’t always turn out something great. Sometimes you have several projects going on, and you have to whip up something that’s not your best due to time constraints. It happens. But if you’re passionate about writing, you’ll still put in the time and effort to make something worthwhile. You’ll do research and try to understand the material you’re writing about. And if fail that’s fine, because at least you tried.

And Waldron very clearly didn’t.

I’d hate to say “Don’t quit your day job”, but if you don’t want to put in the effort to improve your craft than maybe you should stick to being a producer, Waldron!

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yourlocalmultifandom · 1 year

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🦇Somewhere between love and death🦇

Hey, so I’m really stupid with technology and I have absolutely no clue how to take this from my other app and link it here so I’m gonna copy and paste. Also idk if I need to say this but it’s a multiparter

Part 1:

Anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, hope you enjoy it. I’m gonna go and forget that I ever posted this here now 😊

VILLES POV

"Yeah" I nod into the phone, looking out of the window of the tour bus. "I'll be there tomorrow"

"Cool, I'll have everything ready when you get here" Bam agrees.

"Great, great. Okay, I'll talk to you then"

"Later" he says before the phone clicks.

I look up, watching Midge sit on the opposite side of the table and smile at me. I narrow my eyes, knowing he's definitely up to something.

"What?" I stare.

"I'm going to hate not being able to speak to you the entire time we're there"

"Why can't you?"

"Because you'll be a drooling puppy dog all over again, don't act like I can't see the way you cream your pants every time she's around"

"Surely you're not talking about me"

"I am. You and little miss Margera"

"Aprils a lovely woman but she's married"

"Don't play dumb, Ville. You know I'm talking about Danni"

The very name struck a special string in my heart. I look at my hand, trying my best to hide any emotion that hits me.

"She's off at college" I say shyly.

"No she isn't. Bam said she dropped out to do that CKY thing" a coy smirk dancing on his face.

"No she didn't" I stare, my heart skipping a beat.

"Oh yeah she did. Bam picked her up like three days ago, so she'll be all nice and ready to rock when you arrive"

"She's a friend"

"That you lose all dignity over" he smirks.

He's not wrong, I started thinking about her long dark hair, pale skin, those icy blue eyes...that damn smile. I find myself writing about her a lot, and I'll be the first to admit that Danni is a very beautiful girl, but I highly doubt I'd ever be her type. She's got this on and off thing with one of the guys from CKY, the band her brother, Jess, is in. Her little fling still doesn't stop me from devoting everything I have to her every chance I get. I was really hoping she wouldn't be there this time, I'm worried Bam will notice my admiration for her someday. He's bound to find out if I'm around her long. Those two are thick as thieves, being twins wasn't just in their looks either, I swear they could finish each other's very thoughts. I'd never have guessed anyone could match his energy the way she does.. The very first time I ever met her, Bam had brought her along to one of my shows, and I was instantly mesmerized. She was the first person to ever convince me to get on a skateboard, and the only girl I know that can drink as much as me. I start trailing off, thinking about all of the time we've spent together during our friendship.

"Hello? Ville" midge says, ripping me from my thoughts.

"Huh?" I stare.

"Exactly what I thought" he smiles. "Get some rest, you'll be struggling to breathe normal in a few hours"

"Right" I nod, realizing there was only about four hours before I see her.

I stand up, making my way to my bed and trying to mentally prepare myself for dealing with that beloved family of lunatics, I used to think Bam was crazy...then I met his sister. I lay in bed and think about all the memories I had with my favorite twins, remembering all the crazy shit they do on a regular basis. I sigh, trying to shut my brain off and get some rest, unfortunately, my brain is now infiltrated by one Danni Margera. I sigh, tossing and turning, haunted by her smile, her laugh, her touch. The three years I've spent being her friend has driven me insane, and now I'll be faced with her again, just praying that I don't accidentally let my love for her show.

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k-atsukibakugou · 2 years

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fluffy dialogue prompts

disclaimer: i do NOT claim ownership over any of these prompts, i've been compiling/collecting these over the last few years to help me write small things each day, i'm not posting these here in an attempt to claim ownership over these prompts/ideas, just to have followers send requests with these prompts to see more of my writing.

“You didn’t see anything! Back to bed!”

“I swear to God, I will kill you if you drop me”

“No sex during Star Wars”

“We can’t have puppies in here!”

“I love the rain”

“No, I mean, now. Right now. Get in the car”

“What did I tell you about pulling those stunts?”

“Now I’m claiming you as my prize”

“So officer, does that answer your question?”

“Well, my normal fee is $500, but seeing that it’s for you, I’m gonna need it in advance”

"Babe, I can’t get your soup if you don’t let me go.”

“Don’t tell your mother"

“A proper doctor hasn’t got tattoos”

“I love you so much, you saved my life.”

“No, no baby that’s all wrong, put your thumb on the outside of your fist”

“Hey slow down you’ll hurt yourself! More than you already are might I add”

“You know I can take care of the monsters sweetheart”

“It’ll be alright, we’ll try again.”

“You’re great to snuggle against”

“Paint me like one of your French girls”

“You’re a human cat, I swear and I love it so much"

“Get out of here and make me a nephew this time”

"I promise I’ll hunt him down tomorrow, tonight I just wanna hold you”

“It’s not every day I get to see someone as beautiful as you"

“Get off the counter and put on some clothes!”

“Now we get to go home and cuddle”

“If you wanted to see me all you had to do was knock on the door, no need for such desperate measures”

“Oh come on! This is the 10th episode!”

“Oh honey. Let’s get you to bed.

“And now we don’t have to compete with each other. We can focus on making you happy”

“You’re just mad you didn’t think of it”

“God I’ve missed you”

“I’m not leaving without my wife”

“I can prove it to you!”

"I was so worried when I returned to the apartment and it was destroyed”

“You’re my squishy”

“I’m alive because of you”

“I didn’t know you liked Starbucks”

“You really do go all out don’t you?

“Don’t worry mama, we’ll have our best boy back soon”

“Bend down so I can kiss you, dammit!”

“Shut up, you’re more adorable!”

“Woah, who is that?”

“You’re my favourite person.”

“Aww, you know I love you!”

“Please don’t make this weird.”

“Get ‘em! You got this! Knock ‘em dead!”

“Remember that I will always believe in you.”

“Don’t forget that I will always love you.”

“Don’t you ever forget about me.”

“C'mon, Saw isn’t even that- OH MY WHAT?!”

“Hey, we’re in this together.”

“Are you sure this is safe?”

“You can’t fall in love with the waitress/waiter that you just met.”

“So, what’s your phone number?”

“Words can’t express your beauty.”

“Use your words.”

“No, we cannot adopt another dog.”

“You can’t go for five minutes without being hurt.”

“You think I’m hot? You should see my boy/girl/datefriend.”

“You’re mine and no one else’s.”

“Puppy dog eyes don’t work on me…”

“I thought I was the only weirdo until I met you.”

“Welcome to my island of misfit toys.”

“You’re cute, but your friend looks even better.”

“No, we will not revisit your 2009 emo phase.”

“Stop it, you’re going to get arrested.”

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shiny-jr · 2 years

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why are you in my apartment? (I)

Warning: Yandere. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover, Riddle Rosehearts, Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchi, Leona Kingscholar, Floyd Leech, Jade Leech, Azul Ashengrotto.

Summary: Everything was supposed to be better when you got your own apartment to call home. So when you got home one day, why was there some weird guys in your home?

Note: Yeah, I know, I have requests waiting. Don’t worry, I’ll get to those, but I just had this idea and I wanted to write it while I was motivated to so do. Also, I planned to do everyone but this got really long so here’s this for now. [ Added ] Wow, this took a long time, like three days, give or take. Y’all better enjoy this because it’s a long post too, like seventeen pages on google docs.

Next: why are you in my apartment? (II)

You worked and saved to be able to live in a spacious apartment in the downtown area. The buildings had decent security, the apartment itself was in a low-crime area, and there were a bunch of stores nearby for the basic necessities, not to mention you worked from home half the time and the other time work was just a few blocks away. Everything was perfect...! Until it wasn’t. Your seemingly perfect life was thrown completely off balance when you returned home and found your door unlocked.

Like any reasonable person, you were worried. Were you just forgetful this morning or had someone broken in...? Not wanting to call authorities right away and make a fool of yourself if you had forgotten to lock your door today, you carefully proceeded inside, with your phone gripped in hand and your makeshift key weapon in the other hand. Steadily you crept inside, looking left and right, your heart rate accelerating as you noticed a few things out of place. A remote controller not on the coffee table, a blanket you forgot to fold now folded neatly-- Just then, you heard voices and footsteps, and when the strangers entered your line of vision, you screamed as they jumped in surprise and exclaimed,

“W-Wait!”

HEARTSLABYUL

Roses...? Why did your apartment now smell like strawberries and freshly picked roses? You didn’t buy any fragrant scents from Bath and Body Works–– Even the empty vase was now filled with fresh roses you never bought, and there were playing cards sprawled out on the coffee table like people stopped playing mid-match, which would explain the chatting coming from somewhere deeper inside. When you heard the voices and footsteps grow louder, a blue-haired young man appeared from the kitchen.

Seeing a complete stranger in your home, you did what came naturally, you screamed.

“AHH!” He screamed as well, seemingly equally frightened by your sudden appearance.

A redhead appeared behind him, clasping his hands over the other guy’s mouth as he shouted just as loudly, “Dude, shut up! You’re gonna scare them off!”

Just then, three more young men appeared. One with dark green hair and glasses, the second had orange hair with part of it in a ponytail, while the last was significantly shorter with crimson red hair. They each seemed just as confused or nervous, attempting to placate the situation in their own ways.

The one with the glasses was the first from the trio to try handling the situation, noticing your fear as he spoke gently, attempting to get you to calm down, “I-It’s okay! We’re not going to hurt you, we promise. Can you stop pointing those keys at us, please?”

“Right, we mean zero harm!” The orange-haired one chimed in, appearing a little more nervous but he smiled and attempted his best to ease you into calm too. “So just don’t press that green call button. Just put the phone down slowly––”

“W-Wait, please.” It was the crimson-haired young man that finally spoke, pleading with you, “Before you make a decision to do anything, I can explain. I’m sure you must have many questions right now. Please, allow me to answer them.”

One game. You downloaded one game, Twisted Wonderland, on a whim, and now this group of five claimed to be students of the Heartslabyul dorm from that very mobile game. It was incredibly difficult to believe, almost impossible, if it weren’t for their striking resemblance to the characters and the magic they were able to conjure with their pen. What was more of a shock? They claimed to know you as the player. Of course before they knew nothing of your looks or true personality, but now here you were in your divine grace, the real deal right before them! You can be sure that they will take advantage of your kindness as you allowed them to stay until they could find a way to return home. But really, why want to go back when you were here?

Oh, but you want to know how it’s like living with the Heartslabyul gang, hm?

Ace Trappola

Oh wow, this place is way better than that Ramshackle dorm, no offense!

What’s he often doing around the apartment? Watching the basketball games on television and other fun shows on Netflix, he think it’s pretty cool how your world has such great shows! Oh, but he’ll keep the apartment tidy with the constant reminders from Riddle and the others.

Oh, but what he likes the most is going out, especially with you. If you have a few errands to run, he’s the first to volunteer going with you. Whether it be walking around the blocks or going to a mall, he’s always down for it. Why not stop by the park with him for a bit?

Actually, you haven’t heard because his seniors have kept it under wraps, but he has nearly snuck to your workplace while you were working there, at least three times. He was allowed to go out as long as he remained on his best behavior, but after those stunts and nearly causing trouble with a local business, Riddle has placed him on temporary house arrest.

Ace made it to your work place once. But you didn’t tell him that the building you worked in had multiple floors! He was nearly sweating due to going each floor and trying to find you, and just as he discovered your office as he was about to peek in–– he was caught by Trey and Cater who promptly returned him back to the apartment.

If you ask if he missed you, he’ll brush it off and deny it. Don’t get cocky now, you hear? What? No, he totally did not text you a dozen times with the extra phone you gave the group. Anyways, you’re working from home tomorrow, aren’t ya?

Ace was one of the closest to your vessel, Yuu, back in Twisted Wonderland. He prides himself on essentially being the first to properly befriend you, and also takes the role of your best friend!

So you have no idea what it was like for him when he first laid eyes on you, not Yuu, but the real you. The one behind the screen controlling the vessel in the game. Seeing your home, your belongings, was something great on it’s own, not in a weird way or anything.

When he saw you after quickly getting the screaming Deuce to shut up, he was so shocked that he didn’t even move as his seniors attempted to calm you down. It felt like he couldn’t breathe, he was in complete disbelief. Then, he felt it, your grace, the aura of warmth and pleasantness that your presence oozed. It was you, really you! The one he always walked to class with, the one he showed card tricks to, the one he teased endlessly, the one that helped him with that sticky situation at his dorm, you were practically one of his closest friends–– No, the word friends didn’t even begin to describe it. You were everything. He wanted to tease you, laugh with you, love you. This time, the real you.

“What? Did you really just ask did you miss me? Pfft. No way. It’s only been a few hours! Quit messing around. Huh? Texts? Nah, that was Deuce! Begging for you to come home early, you seriously think that was me? Yeah right, you wish... What? Okay, okay! Fine, it was me, alright?! Just don’t tell the others. If you do, they’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

Deuce Spade

You have a lovely home! Really, he means it sincerely.

What’s Deuce usually doing in your apartment? Trying to keep it clean. Keyword: trying. He’s not the best at cleaning, but he’s not bad, unfortunately either due to his own mistakes or Ace’s pestering, he’s broken a few things on occasion. This always leads to a scolding and heartfelt apology from him as he swears to make it up somehow. Anything you want, he’ll do it! Just please, forgive him, he’s not sure what he’d do if you were angry with him for too long...

He often tags along with Ace when errand running. Deuce will gladly go to the grocery store and carry everything back himself! Even if you offhandedly mention going to the market later for something, you don’t have to worry about a thing! He’s already dashing out the door to go buy it.

Part of him actually feels guilty with staying and you having to provide for all of them. So, he willingly plays his part! Within a few days, he’s already gotten a job delivering takeout orders or grocery bags to other residents of the huge apartment building. And when he presents you with his salary to pay you back for all you’ve done for him, he’s beaming so proudly! You have no choice but to accept the money, he won’t take no for an answer.

When he’s not working and neither are you, he happily does chores or simple activities with you. Washing the dishes, doing the laundry, cleaning the windows, “none of it is a chore when with you!” He made the mistake of saying that aloud and so sincerely once, and now the others always tease him about it. Also, he’s practically your bodyguard. Don’t let him hear you complain about a touchy co-worker or he’ll want to give them a piece of his mind for even having the guts to touch you!

The deliveries are how he gets his mind off of missing you, but most of the time it doesn’t work. But if a delivery is canceled and he’s stuck with the food or groceries, hey, free stuff! When he gets home, he’ll happily gift you the canceled delivery he got to keep.

Deuce, like Ace, was incredibly close to your vessel, Yuu. He’s another prideful one, and he always does his best to ensure that he doesn’t disappoint you in anyway!

When Deuce saw you, he didn’t scream because he was surprised by your sudden presence. Well... okay, maybe it was mostly that but! When he saw you, he was overwhelmed. You were so beautiful, better than he ever imagined!

It felt like something just collided, like his energy just came bursting forth. He was so excited that he just couldn’t contain it, he couldn't even think straight in that moment, but then he snapped out of it and attempted to clumsily compose himself. If it weren’t for Ace covering his mouth, he might’ve blurted something out, and he didn’t want that. He’s already embarrassed himself enough. He didn’t even hear Ace yell at him or the others speak to you, he was just so entranced by you. The real you! It wasn’t like those scenes he could only daydream about during class! This was reality, he could actually see you, he could talk to you, he could walk with you, he could admire you, he could protect you, he could make you proud! If you are certain of one thing, you can be certain that everything Deuce does is to earn your praise and make you proud.

“Huh? Texts about asking you to come home early? That was Ace. But I did think a lot about you today and... I did miss you... Hm? I always say I think a lot about you? Well, it’s true! Oh, here. The shop a block away let me have this free dessert for always delivering so fast. I ordered your favorite. T-That’s sweet of me? I... UH–– I’m just being considerate, that’s all...!!”

Cater Diamond

Your home is so comfy but also so chic! It’s super impressive!

What’s he usually doing around the apartment? Well, besides the usual chores like everyone else, he’s keeping his juniors in line! Also, he loves the social media of this world. Within a week he could tell you the entire drama with celebrities and latest trends.

When it’s time to shop for clothes not just for yourself but for your new roommates, Cater’s on the job! Don’t worry, he’s finding the best at cheap thrift stores, and he’ll even use a bit of persuasion on the cashiers to get the price even lower. Because of him, you’re getting brand stuff by thrifting for dirt cheap!

Like Deuce, Cater also finds a way to earn money to lighten your load. He now has a really popular Twitter account that just posts and replies to the most random things plus he’s got a more famous Tiktok account. Somehow, he’s getting money from those social medias and offering his earnings up to you.

Even if Cater is older and keeps the most troublesome two from flooding your apartment, he also has his moments where he shows his clinginess like them. Specifically when you get home, he’s the first one to greet you, and he does slyly compete for getting the spot next to you on the couch or at the table. Out of all of them, Cater is the one who calls you the most while you’re at work, not even because something happened but just to ask you about your day.

He’s the type to greet you with a warm hug and even a kiss on the cheek if you’ll let him. Oh, let him take your coat and your shoes! Do you want him to run a bath or get you a fresh change of clothes? Oh, you work so hard, he has to praise you and he hopes you’ll praise him too!

Cater can and will brag about how he knew you super early on! He was practically the first older student that took your vessel, Yuu, under his wing after the whole incident at the dorm. That’s not a privilege just anyone has!

Truth be told, when he first appeared in your apartment, he felt that the place was important. When he saw a framed picture of you somewhere on the wall, he felt strangely drawn to you. He was hesitant about seeing you, but at the same time he wanted to. That’s when he felt your graceful presence that he’d recognize anywhere.

When he saw you, he was scared. Probably more scared than you were of him. Seeing the real life you for some reason made him feel so... vulnerable. The way you looked at him, your gaze just made him feel exposed, as if you saw right through him, but at the same time you actually made him eager. Eager to finally meet the real you! He wanted this so badly, he dreamed about seeing your true form with his own two eyes, and here you were! He’s in a slight state of disbelief for a moment, before he snaps back to reality. It takes all his courage just to open his mouth and force words out. As he tries to speak to you, his voice a bit wobbly, he feels so conflicted. He’s both so unsure and so elated at the same time. But of one thing he’s for sure of, is that he desperately hopes that he’s enough for you.

“You’re finally back! Ah, you look so tired! Here, let me get those files for you. Come here! You must’ve worked so hard today, haven’t you? Don’t worry, Kay’s here to make everything all better~! Why don’t you relax as I rub your shoulders? Do you wanna vent? Don’t tell me your office buddy was being vile to you again!”

Trey Clover

You don’t have to worry, he’ll take care of the place while you’re working.

What’s he often working on around the apartment? Besides his share of chores, he does nearly all the cooking and watering any plants you have. He also does the little chores everyone happens to forget, all the while also keeping a watchful eye on the others. Oh, but he’s interested to see what recipes this world might have and what type of food you enjoy.

When it’s raining, he’ll grab an umbrella and walk all the way to your workplace to pick you up, that way you don’t get drenched. Sometimes when you do forget lunch, he’ll deliver you a meal. Picking up mail, handling phone calls, making sure they’re all not so loud that they disturb the neighbors, it’s all in a day’s work for Trey.

Back to the topic of meals, Trey is the main chef. Ever since they arrived, you’ve never had to even approach the stove. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, he can make it all and it’s both healthy and delicious. When you’re working away from home, he makes you lunch. It’s almost embarrassing to open your lunch at work and see a cute bento. Your coworkers have teased you about it, pressing you about whether you have a househusband or something.

Oh, he also bakes and sells to others in the apartment. He’s gained a bit of a reputation for his sweets. The money? He tries his best to pay for whatever ingredients he uses and everything that’s left over is automatically yours.

Ace, Deuce, and Cater tend to overwhelm you with enthusiastic greetings when you get home. But Trey? He’s a bit more calm like Riddle. He’ll pat your head and smile, thanking you for working hard again today.

Like Cater, Trey is relieved that he was one of the first older students you knew. Once everything calmed down, he gladly took your vessel, Yuu, into his care at Heartslabyul.

Living alone in this apartment all by yourself, he couldn’t help but feel for you. It must’ve been difficult having to work all day and return to this lonely apartment. Now, he wants to make sure that never happens again, that each time you return you’re welcomed and cared for.

When he heard your scream that first day, he felt his heart stop. He didn’t recognize you right away, especially just by your voice, but he immediately felt that you were vital. And he was right. As soon as he got close, he recognized you in a way that only you could be the player he constantly cared for. Carefully he attempted to calm you down, he wasn’t even concerned for himself, he was worried you would hurt yourself with those sharp keys in hand. When you did finally calm down, he knew he had to take care of you, he felt it deep in his bones. As long as Trey is around, you won’t ever have to worry because he’ll be the one to dote on you.

“Hard day again? Dinner’s ready if you want, I made your favorite today. Hm? The bento I made you? Heh, I’m glad you enjoyed it so much. I’ll be sure to remember that you like that recipe. When you’re relaxed, I have these new dishes for you to try so I know what to make you for the rest of the week... You want to know how long this took for me to make? You don’t have to worry about that. Just enjoy it.”

Riddle Rosehearts

Rest assured, he will make sure your home is always in its best state.

Besides you, Riddle is practically head of the household. He does a variety of chores and tasks, always aiming to make sure that your home is perfection. Although when he isn’t so focused on that, he does enjoy walking through the local gardens with you.

Riddle takes his job very seriously, never reminding you though but he’ll remind the others. Don’t touch the thermostat! Keep the television’s volume at no more than fifteen bars! He’ll organize the files you brought home yesterday by the alphabet! Replace the roses every week! No running through the hallways! Remember to take off your shoes at the door! Every meal must––! On second thought, he’s not that good at cooking, so he’ll leave it up to Trey’s capable judgement.

Somehow Riddle has become fairly acquainted with a large number of the apartment residents. You don’t know how or why, but especially the elderly residents have taken such a shine to the responsible boy that they will allow him to have any spare items they have such as tissues, water, and sometimes even food if they bought too much. This way you won’t have to spend so much money on these necessities.

One reason Riddle gives himself so many responsibilities is because he wishes to be useful and not a burden. Through work including chores, gifts from neighbors, and quick earnings from tutoring younger residents, he wishes to pay you back for your immense hospitality. In the morning he may be going through bills for you, then he’ll tutor the kid downstairs, afterwards the elderly woman down the hall who Riddle often speaks to will offer him some cookies to take back to the apartment, once back to the apartment the work doesn’t stop for him.

Another reason he buries himself in work is to pass the time. Just sitting there uselessly makes him slightly anxious, then he begins to think of you, then he begins to miss you terribly, and when he misses you terribly–– he becomes a lot easier to anger. To ease him, give him a call or text during your break. That will be sure to place him in a good mood, especially if you praise him for all his hard work.

Riddle felt guilty for placing your vessel, Yuu, through such a hard time so early on. So, he attempts to make up for his mistakes. Not to brag but he was the first dorm leader to grow close to you. That’s rather exceptional, don’t you think?

Once he appeared in your apartment, he instantly felt soothed by pictures of your smiling face in portraits. Surely this couldn’t be the home of––...? They couldn’t be in the player’s world–– There was no possible way. But it was possible.

Upon hearing the commotion caused by a troublesome duo, he swiftly followed the feeling of the nearby presence, his heart beating quickly in anticipation. His mind was a mess, a storm of emotions so wild that it was fit to burst–– but then he saw you, and he was instantly calmed. That storm raging in his head went completely still. As you distanced yourself from Trey and Cater who were attempting to reason with you, you missed his slow sigh and the pure look of fondness in his eyes. Carefully he stepped forward, a serene smile on his face despite the chaotic dilemma they were in. As long as you were here with him, Riddle would forever commit himself to upholding your rulings.

“Welcome home. Did those presentation notes I prepare for you help? Yes? I’m glad. That’s a relief. What about that file that–– Hm? You want to know how my day was first...? A-Ahem, I accomplished much today, so it went well. I appreciate you asking... and I’m thankful you were concerned enough to call me during your break. That was the highlight of my day.”

As a whole...

Heartslabyul is definitely one of the more dynamic dorms to end up with. Expect game nights suggested by the younger duo, tea parties planned on the balcony or park by the dorm leader, and plans that involve going out all day are due to the older two’s scheduling. Going out with all of them at least once a week is a must, and you’ll likely end up going out with them individually for whatever reason you may leave the apartment for. For the most part, everything will be orderly and while you may have five roommates to deal with, you can be sure that you’ll never be alone and always be cheered up by them. They’re a handful sometimes, but they’ll care for you to the best of their abilities both for your hospitality and because they have no plans to leave you alone.

SAVANACLAW

Fur...? Why was there a bit of fur at your doorstep? What was that earthy scent? You didn’t spray any air freshener before you left the house–– There were sunflowers in the vase, the pillows on the couch had been moved as if someone tried to lay down, which would explain the chatting coming from somewhere deeper inside. It seemed they heard the door open, because the voices had quieted but the footsteps grew louder. First, a towering buff guy with white hair and wolf ears with a tail...? Appeared from the kitchen.

Upon seeing this obviously stronger stranger in your home, you did what most people would’ve done: you screamed for help while making a dash back to the exit.

“W-Wait!” Immediately you were roughly grabbed by the back of your collar, pulled back into the guy before you could even touch the door. Panicking at the ruckus you were making, he held you a few inches off the ground so you wouldn’t try to run again. “Q-Quit yelling! We’re not gonna do anything to you!”

A hand snuck over your mouth, muffling your cries for help as the owner of the hand, a short blonde guy, appeared in your line of vision. He too had animal ears and a short little tail. “I get it, from your perspective this does look bad, but I swear we ain’t tryin’ to rob you!”

Just as you were about to use the sharp end of your keys to fend off the silver-haired one and bite the blonde’s hand, another figure appeared. This one was a fairly tall and intimidating looking guy with a scar and messy mane of brown hair–– brown animal ears and a thin tail to top it off. Before you could go through with your plan, he pulled off the blonde’s hand from you and used his other hand to snatch your keys but he let you keep your phone. “If you get how it looks, then don’t make them think we’re holdin’ them captive. Drop them. Before you use that little phone of yours, you’re gonna hear me out.”

One game. You downloaded one game, Twisted Wonderland, on a whim, and now this group of three claimed to be students of the Savanaclaw dorm from that very mobile game. It was incredibly difficult to believe, almost impossible, if it weren’t for their striking resemblance to the characters and the magic they were able to conjure with their pen. What was more of a shock? They claimed to know you as the player. Of course before they knew nothing of your looks or true personality, but now here you were in your divine grace, the real deal right before them! You can be sure that they will take advantage of your kindness as you allowed them to stay until they could find a way to return home. But really, why want to go back when you were here?

Oh, but you want to know how it’s like living with the Savanaclaw gang, hm?

Jack Howl

Don’t worry, he’ll guard your home with his life!

What’s Jack often up to around the apartment? When in his free time, he’ll do some workouts on the balcony and he’s very intrigued by the showings of the Olympics sports from this world. If you have any sport or workout items, he’ll be asking to use them and inquiring if you’d like to join him.

But over half the time he isn’t even in the apartment. If you go out, Jack will always willingly follow. He’s like a loyal canine that just refuses to leave you alone. Picking up groceries, supplies, escorting you to work, you name it and he’ll do it.

You have gotten mistaken for a celebrity a few times because having an intimidating huge built guy like Jack tailing you everywhere makes people think that he’s some sort of special security for you. No, he’s not your bodyguard. He’s just always there to hold the basket at the store or fend off any creeps with a single glare and bare of his teeth. Just try not to pat his head in public, it’s hard to hide his huge tail from wagging.

Jack actually misses you terribly whenever you’re not working from home. To cope with the feeling and refrain himself from going to your workplace, he does chores, workouts, and even does some odd jobs. Wait–– he actually worked a few hours at a gym and makes deliveries miles away by jogging? Yeah, he did. Take the money, he worked hard for it all to pay you back for your kindness.

Any knock on the door or nearby footsteps is enough to put him on alert. After all, he did promise to protect your home. But when it’s just you returning from work, there’s a momentary grin on his face that he quickly tries to hide. He can’t hide his perked-up ears and rapidly wagging tail though. It’s obvious that he’s so happy to see you’re home!

Had Jack known how important you would become to him, he would’ve never even thought of be so dismissive of your vessel, Yuu! He’s going to make up for his mistakes now, he swears it.

When he appears in this new world, in an unfamiliar space, he’s overwhelmed by the new scents. For some reason this scent... it was both familiar but new, and comforting. As if he knew the person this apartment belonged to.

On that fateful day when you tried to run for help, he couldn’t restrain himself from grabbing you. No! Just as he recognized you, just as he felt your grace, just as he met you, he wouldn’t let you get away! It felt surreal to hold you, but it also felt disrespectful, but he didn’t know how else to stop you from leaving. You couldn’t leave! Not when he just got here! When you were this close, he could confirm it. The scent, your scent, was so similar to the vessel Yuu. That had to mean that you were really the player he strived to be beside! It was you, you were really here and he was holding you. Now he had the opportunity to make up for his past mistakes, and he could properly protect you from all harm!

“Let’s get home. I wasn’t waiting outside for long if that’s what you wanted to ask. Just an hour. I’ll hold the umbrella so your arm doesn’t get tired... What? I’m not being sweet! I-It’s not like that....! It’d just be bad if you caught a cold, that’s all. Besides, I said I’d wait for you to get off work to walk you home so randos don’t get too close to you...”

Ruggie Bucchi

You have a real nice place here! In fact, he’ll take care of it.

What’s he often up to at the apartment? Ruggie enjoys digging through the fridge and pantry. He’s not one for doing nothing, so like Jack, he’ll stick obediently by your side. But he does like going out, and like Jack, if you give him something to do, he’ll immediately go do it.

Actually, he’s helped you with shopping plenty of times, especially with clothing. It’s hard to find clothing that fits them and is enough to hide their beastman features, but Ruggie always manages and he’s a smart spender.

Ruggie and Jack sort of have a system. One of them usually stays home while the other is out. Usually it’s Ruggie that stays at the apartment, cleaning and doing chores, much like what he would do for Leona but now on a larger scale and for more people.

Oh, but when he does go out, he knows a surprising amount of people. He’s known around the area for taking odd jobs. Whether it be by serving tables for a cafe, making deliveries, stocking up a store, working as a cashier, or actually cooking, he’s on it. You better take the money before he changes his mind! He worked really hard for this you know? Still, he can’t complain. He gets a new home with food, a comfy bed, and you! What more could he ask for?

Truthfully, he does get anxious when he’s been away from you for too long. He tries to drown the feeling with work, but it never goes away. That’s why he’s either waiting for you outside your workplace or right by the front door of the apartment. Really, he’s just as bad as Jack when it comes to that. Which is why you’ll get texts disguised as questions from him, just because he wants to hear from you. Questions like “want me to pick up lunch from someplace for you?” or “Where’d you put the feather duster? I’m trying to clean the place.”

Ah, your poor vessel Yuu, such easy prey. Ruggie pitied them, so he ended up taking care of them as well. In exchange for his company, he had your grace.

To be honest, at first he didn’t recognize the apartment they appeared in and he considered stealing. Then, he caught sight of a framed photo. That person in the picture... why did he suddenly feel joy at the image of this person’s smile? Then, it hit him when he noticed Leona’s change of demeanor.

When he heard the sound of the door and saw Jack confront the stranger at the entrance, he watched you with wide eyes before zooming over. He had so many questions, but what was most important now was getting you to shush before any neighbors might become suspicious over the ruckus. Seeing you up close–– it felt like a dream that was always too far out of reach. Yet here you were, just within reach, so real that he could touch you as he placed his hand over your mouth to muffle your shouts. He wanted to make you laugh, see you smile, he wanted to please you. But he couldn’t do that, not when you were currently screaming your head off. But later, later he’s sure that there’ll be plenty of time to make you happy.

“Welcome back! I got some drinks from that store you like at the corner. I worked there today so they let me take some home. Great, huh? I finished all the chores already too, so I’ll just stick by your side until you need me again~ Don’t mind me. Hm? You want to hear about my day? Well... I dunno why you’d want to know about that but okay––”

Leona Kingscholar

This place is small and puny, but it’ll do.

What’s Leona often doing around the apartment? Napping. What else? His favorite napping spots are your bed, the couch, and the balcony, in that order. On special occasions he’ll go out to a park with you, and if prompted he’ll play some sports with Jack and Ruggie, so you can join and be on his team or be the audience to watch his overwhelming victory.

Don’t expect Leona to do chores or tasks, that’s Jack and Ruggie’s responsibility. But, that doesn’t mean that Leona is a complete burden. He’s pretty much number one in security. No one is getting near your apartment without him knowing about it.

In fact, someone made the foolish mistake of trying to steal a package off your doorstep, only to be met with an open door and angry prince who heard the thief coming down the hall. You’re still not sure what he did to the thief, but he wasn’t merciful judging by the single droplet of blood that, presumably Ruggie, missed while cleaning up the mess. Frankly, you’re too afraid to ask. At the very least, the apartment complex hasn’t reported any stolen packages lately.

Leona may not work to earn money like the others, but that doesn’t mean he lets his share go unpaid. On practically day one, just after they clarified they weren’t robbers, he wordlessly handed you a necklace he often wore. “For the rent.” He claimed. Turns out that necklace was pure gold, and would be more than enough to pay your entire rent for well over a year. So yeah, Leona already paid off his due.

He won’t outright admit that he missed you, oh no. He’s too prideful for that. But through how intensely he watches the front door as he awaits your arrival, to his perked ears and swishing tail, you can tell. He woke up from his nap just for you, you know? He’ll grumble something akin to a greeting or welcome back, but just know he’s truly glad to see you.

Yeah, he won’t lie, he used to hate your vessel’s, Yuu’s, guts, but that was before. Now, if anyone even thought they could get away with picking on Yuu, they were going to be in for a nasty and violent surprise.

Upon first appearing in your apartment, Leona felt there was no need to even be on guard. It felt... comfortable here. As if he belonged here, wherever here was. Later he heard the door opening and soft footsteps. When he saw you, he realized why it was he felt so at peace here. It was because this was the player’s home, your home, and here you were.

Leona was stunned for a moment. He didn’t need your personal confirmation, because he felt it, he knew immediately that it was you. You were the player that controlled Yuu, the one who stuck their nose into situations they shouldn’t involve themselves in. Like his own plans before his overblot. It was a real miracle you made it this long with those annoying habits. He didn’t like you before, but things changed after his overblot. Your presence through Yuu was like his cure, washing away the pain but not wholly. His pain couldn’t be quelled entirely just like that, but you helped alleviate his suffering. Even if you were a bother sometimes, you were also annoyingly endearing. Allow him to be selfish. Let him stand beside you, and he’ll gladly raze down anyone that was a threat.

“You’re going to reward those canines? I don’t think they really deserve it. I practically gave them several minutes to get some pouncing lessons on that criminal who crept up to our front door, but they failed to even notice him. Reward the one who actually defended your home... Hm? What exactly did I do? Heh, don’t concern yourself with trivial matters~ Now, about my reward...”

As a whole...

With Savanaclaw there, you’ll always be safe. They’re practically guard dogs–– well, a guard wolf, a guard hyena, and guard lion. It’s safe to say that your apartment is as secure as a vault with them around. You know what’s also fun? Going out with them all and acting like an important figure, because when you have three guys following you like a team of security guards, people seem to get the wrong idea all the time. Trips to the park on days off are also fairly common, whether you just want to relax with a walk and sit in the shade or be more active with sports, they’re right there with you. After long days, naps on the spacious balcony to bask in the evening setting sun also become normal. You’ve already accepted them and they don’t plan to leave you alone to fend for yourself. Surely you won’t ever try to get them to abandon you, right?

OCTAVINELLE

There was a fruity smell in the air, as if something delicious was being concocted right from your very kitchen. But... you never made anything like that before you left. The empty vase on the table was decorated with seashells, you heard the clinking of ice in a glass from the kitchen and running water as dishes were being washed. There was definitely someone here. When one of the voices and footsteps grew louder, a tall and slim man waltzed right out of the kitchen and into the living room where you both made eye contact and froze.

Seeing such a menacing stranger in your apartment was not something you wished to be welcomed with. As that teal-haired guy began to give a toothy grin, you decided to move before he did. So you ran back to the door and began to scream for help.

“Aha! Wait! Where are you going~? I haven’t even said anything!” The guy was fast. So fast that he passed you. But, he didn’t make an effort to grab you, instead he blocked the door and locked it shut, grinning at you all the while. “Beat you~”

Abruptly, the keys you were going to use as a make-shift weapon as well as your phone you could have used to call for help, were snatched out of your hands. There stood another stranger that looked nearly identical to the first. However, his smile was more polite as he held your items out of reach, “Please, quiet down and forgive me for taking your belongings, but it’s of the utmost importance that you hear us out before making a rash decision you may come to regret. Worry not, we will not harm a single hair on your little head.”

Before you could say anything, a third man appeared. This one was unlike the other two. He was a bit shorter, but had gray wavy hair and glasses. Seeing you reluctantly compliant and listening to what was being said, placed him at ease. He gave you a charming smile as he greeted smoothly, all while holding out a sweet-smelling decorated beverage like the type to be sold at a bar, towards you to accept. “Welcome! Welcome! Forgive our intrusion in your lovely home, but we simply had no choice! I do hope you aren't too shocked. Here! As a token of our goodwill, have this drink I brewed myself while I enlighten you to the situation at hand!"

One game. You downloaded one game, Twisted Wonderland, on a whim, and now this group of three claimed to be students of the Octavinelle dorm from that very mobile game. It was incredibly difficult to believe, almost impossible, if it weren’t for their striking resemblance to the characters and the magic they were able to conjure with their pen. What was more of a shock? They claimed to know you as the player. Of course before they knew nothing of your looks or true personality, but now here you were in your divine grace, the real deal right before them! You can be sure that they will take advantage of your kindness as you allowed them to stay until they could find a way to return home. But really, why want to go back when you were here?

Oh, but you want to know how it’s like living with the Octavinelle gang, hm?

Floyd Leech

Ahh, you’re so small and weak! Don’t worry, now you got him to help out!

What’s he often doing around the apartment? Anything and everything, really. Floyd’s taken an interest in all the new things of this world from the shows, to the games, to the people, especially you. Anytime you go out, he’ll follow whether you want him to or not, and he’ll find some way of entertainment, it could be directly from you or something else.

Like mentioned before, Floyd will follow you anywhere, and that’s probably his favorite thing to do. You never bore him, even if you’re doing something he sees as pointless. If you’re going to get the mail, or just for a walk, or anything really, he’ll be there to pester you with a happy grin and look of admiration in his eyes.

The bad thing about Floyd? He has a terrible habit of getting into trouble, which is why Jade always has to be the one to reign him in and Azul has to make up for what was done. He’s somehow found you at work and snuck into your office multiple times and refuses to leave, so you’re stuck with him spinning in the extra office chair as you work the last hours of your shift.

You’ve gotten home early once to see Floyd with messy clothes and the others equally a mess likely from trying to prevent him from going further or scold him for whatever he was doing. But the instant he saw you, he brightened up and acted as if nothing happened. The others refuse to tell you what he did. It might be best you don’t ask.

You know Floyd misses you, because like mentioned before, he gets so impatient that he shows up at your work. When he does have the little patience to wait at the apartment, you’re being greeted with the widest grin and big but too tight hug.

Yeah, Floyd loved tormenting your vessel, Yuu. But you know what was better? Seeing Yuu content. When Yuu was happy, he knew you were happy, and if your joy were because of him, then that was the best feeling he could get.

Upon appearing in the apartment, Floyd immediately was intrigued by the seemingly normal looking place. He couldn’t put his finger on it right away, but there was something soothing but interesting about this place. As if it were drawing him in to stay and wait for something or someone.

Ah, you really were the player! So cute and defenseless~! Really, your place wasn’t bad, but did you take care of yourself? Humans had a lot of necessities and requirements. He was nosy and slipped into situations people didn’t want him in, but he’ll make sure that you’re treated well! It’s the least he can do if he wants to see you happy, right~? Oh, this was great! He had you now, and you had him! He’s not gonna ever let you slip away from him now, you understand that, don’t you? But it’s alright. As long as he was here, no matter how bothersome and clingy he could be, he’ll make you just as happy as you make him. He’d do anything to see you smile.

“Aha, did you try to go out without me? That’s gutsy of you~! Did you think I wouldn’t notice, huh? You know... I should squeeeze you for that ‘till you go pop...! But, I like you better in one piece~ If you try that again, I will squeeze you. So! Where are we going today, hm? Somewhere cool? Let’s have fun together, okay~?”

Jade Leech

You have no need to worry. Your home is in his capable hands.

What’s he usually doing around the apartment when in his free time? Well, he’s used some of the balcony space to have a mushroom garden, with your permission of course (There’s so many new species in this world!). Tea breaks are also common as he likes to sample the different types at the local store.

Jade will usually accompany you as well, in order to prevent his brother from causing too much trouble and assist you in anyway. Shopping? Consider it done. You needn’t strain yourself carrying the heavy bags. Hungry? Let’s head home where he can cook something specifically to your liking.

Don’t be mistaken though, he isn’t always so benevolent and gentlemanly, at least when you’re not around or there’s a lingering threat. He once discovered a particularly nosey guest seemingly preparing themselves to rummage through your apartment, but Jade and his brother promptly took care of the issue. Don’t worry, that unwelcome guest won’t be returning. Ever.

You’re not sure how, but Jade with the help of Floyd, earn a lot of money. They claim it’s by making special beverages and meals for residents, but it’s an odd amount of money just for that. Still, every Monday morning on the dot, he hands you the wad of cash already carefully counted. If you press into how exactly he’s getting this much money, he’ll merely smile and insist he did nothing more. You know that’s a lie though, and you’re not sure if you want to know what he’s doing for all that money.

If asked, Jade will admit he missed you. He enjoys watching your attempts at teasing backfire. Which makes you flustered and gives him the upper hand with the teasing. Oh dear, why is your face so red~? Come here, let him wipe your cheeks with a handkerchief. His words and actions only serve to embarrass you more, and he knows.

Yes, Jade did indeed enjoy tormenting the vessel, Yuu. Even so, he was intrigued by them and the player controlling them. What a curious being you must be, to control this person like your own doll. He wanted to know more, and he would.

Like his brother, he also felt a strange sense of wanting to stay in the apartment. Although he was certain it wasn’t due to the building itself, but rather something that was often there. Which is how he came upon portraits and framed photos, his gaze focusing intensely on your face in the images.

When he heard rapid footsteps followed by a scream and Floyd’s laugh, that was his cue to appear. There you were, escape prevented by his twin. That’s when he swooped in. Seeing your eyes widen and focus on him, with that look on your face, it gave him such a thrill. Yet, he could only assume that your delight was far more appealing. As he spoke to you, he could only eagerly think about how he would get to further know you, and possibly receive some answers to his questions. This time not by toying with the vessel, but by keeping the real you in his constrictive grasp. Yes, he would now get to know everything about you, and there was no escape.

“Welcome home... Well, it’s my pleasure to welcome you back. It’s the least I can do after you’ve provided us with shelter, food, and companionship. So, I will do my best to serve you–– Hm? You want to go out as it’s beginning to rain? Forgive me, I cannot allow that. Humans are sensitive to the cold, so there’s the possibility of you getting sick... If you’re so adamant about going, then perhaps it’s alright for me to lock you in your room~ Heh, it’s a mere joke. Sit now, dinner will be served shortly.”

Azul Ashengrotto

You may place all your faith in him, he will take care of everything!

What’s this dorm leader doing around the apartment? A variety of things actually. He can never quite sit still, except when watching or reading reports on the economy. Azul is greatly intrigued by this world of yours, there’s so much more to learn here so he’ll begin learning right away!

If you allow him, his favorite way to spend time with you is by relaxing inside. However, he will follow you and the twins just to avoid being alone. But if it were up to him, he’d much rather enjoy your company while reading or chatting over a tea break.

Don’t be fooled, Azul is the real breadwinner, he probably earns more than you at this point. Having the magic to fulfill someone’s wishes in a magicless world has its benefits, and he’ll reap it for what it’s worth, of course without exposing the use of magic. He does promise to limit his dealings when you insist he keep a low profile. Spoiler, he doesn’t limit them, he just makes sure you don’t learn about it.

Besides that, Azul does a plethora of chores like Jade and will even cook on occasion. His cooking is amazing, so when you ask him to do it more often, he’s beyond flattered.

Yeah, don’t let his business-like demeanor and charm fool you. Azul is absolutely whipped for you. If you mention you want something, he’s buying it. If you touch him, he absolutely melts. If you praise him, he gets so happy he could cry (he won’t in front of you though). If you don’t like something he does, just be a little upset and he’s scrambling to desperately fix it, he’ll never do whatever made you upset again (unless it’s for you, then he’s just extra careful to not be caught).

Like I said, he’s whipped for you. He’s got you schedule down to a t. He’s the first one to greet you with a good morning and cup of your preferred beverage, he’s got your paperwork filed and went over it all to make sure it’s correct, he’s begrudgingly saying goodbye to you at the door. Then when you get home, he’s always at the door, you don’t even open it, he does because he’s already expecting you. He’s greeting you with the most sincere smile and proceeds to ask about your day. Anything to relax, you just need ask.

Azul does deeply regret tormenting your vessel, Yuu. However, in part, he’s grateful for it, because he got to meet you through it. He began to grow attached to your divine presence through Yuu, he needed you.

When they appeared in your apartment, he felt such bliss in this space and he could only connect the dots. The thought that perhaps that this was your home, the player’s home... It sent his heart into a frenzy. No, wait–– He wasn’t supposed to meet you like this! He wasn’t prepared! He needed to get to work immediately!

All he could prepare in the meantime was a drink as an offering, and he made sure to wash every single dish and surface he used. Then, he heard a scream followed by Floyd’s laugh and Jade’s voice. He felt his heart stop, like time was slowing down. This was it. You were here. This was the moment he dreamed about, the one he wished for, and yearned for more than any other. Quickly, without wanting to waste another second, he stepped into your line of vision and he saw you. You were... absolutely divine. Azul actually felt nervous as he spoke, trying his very best to remain composed and not just collapse with you in his arms. It was truly you...! He’d gladly be all yours to possess, and you would belong to him, if you would accept him.

“Huh? M-My pearl! You’ve returned earlier than expected–– Welcome home! I’m certain you’ve worked hard and–– Hm? I was merely surprised to see you at this time, that’s all! No, I have nothing to hide. I would never hide anything from you! This is the truth... Where are Jade and Floyd you ask? They’re handling some rather... important tasks. Now that we have this rare opportunity alone together, allow me to take advantage of it by treating you to a dinner you deserve!”

As a whole...

Octavinelle is a bit tricky. Sometimes you know exactly what they’re doing and what to expect, the other half of the time is when you don’t know what they’re doing and you aren’t sure what to expect. There’s lots of teasing from the twins, and suspicious deals by the dorm leader that you never accept because you saw how he was like in the game. Formal dinners, trips to the complex pool, antics in the kitchen, this is all common when living with these three. You’ll have an easy life with how much they earn, but it’s also better to remain cautious. After all, you never know what they’re truly after and they always give you the strangest looks. You poor dear, you haven’t even noticed it but you’ve already fallen far into their trap. There’s no separating now.

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T-shirt - Evan Peters

Part One; T-shirt

Pairings: Evan Peters x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Masturbation, Smut 18+

Words: 1.5k (1,595)

A/N: I’m just posting my fanfic that I’ve just written that have been requested by my friends and I’m still working on part two for this currently. I’m still trying to improve my fanfic writing especially for the smut portion, I need to write some fluff as well...

“Okay I gotta go, I don’t want to be late,” you watched Evan as he swiftly put on his shoes. “What time are you coming back?” You asked in a dull tone whilst handing him his jacket.

“I don’t know y/n. I’ll try and come back home early if I can…okay?” He looked at you while fumbling to put on his jacket. You nodded and quietly hummed in response.

“I’ll text you if anything, I love you.” He pecked your lips not letting his linger upon yours for more than a second. “I love you too,” you smiled dryly as the door in front of you shut, echoed through your home. You touched your lips as if you can still feel the sensation of his lips on yours.

Evan had been working a lot lately, whether it was going to work or working at home. It was always work. He had been trying to spend more time with you but something always came up. You missed him so much. His touch especially, he always knew how to make you feel good.

You sighed to yourself constantly as you went through the day. It had only been a few hours since he had been gone and all you could do was lay on the couch watching television to swallow the time. Looking around your home you decided to try and be productive. Cleaning up, putting things away, organizing. Before you knew it four hours had passed. Sitting on the sofa taking a break you saw your phone light up. Seeing the words “Baby” on your screen.

“Hey,” you held the phone to your ear waiting for Evan to respond. “Hi baby,” he spoke in a calm sweet tone. The sides of your mouth curl into a small smile.

“Listen, so good news I hopefully may be able to be home very soon,” he spoke fast. “What time or how many hours are very soon?” Raising your eyebrow. “Mmmm maybe an hour or two hours tops,” you smiled at his response. “Okay well hurry up I miss you…a lot.”

“Yeah I know you do,” you hear his smirk through the phone. “Yeah yeah, whatever,” the both of you start laughing. “Okay I gotta go back inside I’ll see you soon I love you, baby.”

“I love you too bye.” Setting down the phone on the table you continue with your productivity. After cleaning up you decide to take a shower, a hour had already passed so you were preparing for Evan to come back home. You were planning to order food since you were to tired cook anything.

Stepping out of the shower you headed into the bedroom to grab your phone. Picking it up off the nightstand you saw two missed calls and four messages from Evan. Unlocking the phone the messages read:

“Why aren’t you picking up your phone?”

“Listen I’m gonna be home pretty late…later than I said.”

“I’m sorry I know you expected me to be home sooner but they want me to stay a little later. I don’t know how late.”

“I love you so much I promise I will make it up to you tomorrow and take you out.”

You sighed heavily staring at the messages…you weren’t surprised. You don’t why you got your hopes up. At this point, you were stressed and needed a reliever. Rummaging through the drawers you pulled out your vibrator setting it to the side. Putting on your clothes you decide to wear one of Evans' shirts, you bring his shirt up to your nose. It smelled like him and his cologne. When Evan was away for long periods of time or wasn’t able to give you attention, you had started a habit of touching yourself while wearing one of his shirts.

Slipping the shirt on only in your underwear you grabbed the vibrator, jumping on the bed getting comfortable.

You stacked the pillows to your liking to lay comfortably. Propping your legs you spread them apart looking down. Bringing your fingers to your pussy you began rubbing yourself through your panties, groaning softly at the feeling beginning to pick up the pace. You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth biting down on it holding back the noises you dared to spill out. As you felt yourself nearing the edge of your climax you stopped, just edging yourself teasing yourself.

Grabbing the vibrator that laid beside you turning it on a low setting placing it on your clit. Your limbs tense up at the vibrations now biting down on your lip once again. Watching the wet patch form on your underwear you took off the panties throwing them somewhere across the room.

Putting the vibrator against your clit your hips slightly lifted off the mattress. You brought Evan's T-shirt up to your nose revealing your stomach, thinking about him as if he was there with you. “Mmmm Evan,” moaning his name thinking about his hands roaming around your body. The way he’d praise you for obeying him and for cumming around his fingers.

You thought about him the thoughts becoming more intense as well as the pleasure, turning the vibrator on the highest setting. Your toes beginning to curl moans getting louder, practically screaming Evan's name. You were getting closer to your climax.

Evan pulled up in the driveway, turning the ignition off he looked up at the house seeing all the lights were still on meaning you were still awake. It was only 10 pm but it was a Wednesday and you always had a somewhat busy schedule on a Thursday, you were probably waiting for him to get back. He felt bad about not being able to spend time with you lately and having to leave abruptly this morning. He said he’ll make it up to you and he will, one thing about Evan he will never break his promise especially when it came to you.

He pulled his keys out of pocket, twisting and turning with the lock entering the door. Evan took his shoes off at the door that was a rule you implemented when you both first moved in together. “Y/n! I’m home, the meeting ended a little earlier than expected so I’m here.” He looked around the room with a face of confusion, you weren’t responding which was very weird. He went to the kitchen, the backyard, the study, going back to the living room he stood there for a second. He then earned a small shriek coming from upstairs, “Maybe she’s upstairs but what the fuck was that noise?” Evan said to himself as he quietly walked up the steps.

As he got closer the noise got louder, hearing whimpers and groans. Evan looked towards the left of the hallway to see the door of their bedroom halfway closed light shining through. He began walking closer to the door but then halt in his steps when he hears his name being groaned over and over. His face turned somewhat pale. Once reaching the door Evan took a deep silent to breathe closing his eyes as well. Opening them he looked through the crack of the door, letting out almost a choking noise at what he was seeing.

His girlfriend was wearing his shirt and touching herself while saying his name. Suddenly all the heat rushed to his dick quickly becoming hard at the sight, cursing at himself he looked back through the crack of the door. Watching you have the time of your life and without him. Evan was gonna watch you finish but he wanted to have a little more fun with this.

Barging through the door you became startled at the loud noise then hurriedly hid under the covers peeking your head out from underneath. You saw Evan walking up to the side of the bed, anxiousness took you over as he most likely heard everything. He looked down at you his shirt wrinkled his hair a mess bags under his eyes and a hard-on in his pants. You got wetter at the sight of him.

“We’re you just touching yourself,” you avoided his face shaking your head no. “Ahhh come on don’t lie to me now unless you want me to pull back these covers,” your eyes widened now tightening your grip on the sheets shaking your head no once again. “I watched and listened to you through the door y/n don’t lie. I heard you screaming my name like a fucking whore too,” he spat. He grabbed your face forcing you to look at him, “Is this what you do when I’m away…huh? You have your little fun without me? Fucking yourself in my clothes.” You and Evan just stared at each other for a split second, until he grabbed the covers away and off of you in an instant. Now revealing your naked lower half wetness dripping between your legs and a wet vibrator laying next to you. “Look at you a fucking mess dripping everywhere,” looking down between your legs as he spoke.

“I’m sorry baby your just always gone a lot lately and we haven’t…you know.” He looked into your eyes you were embarrassed and flustered but you were still clearly upset. Evan smiled, “Then how about I fuck you as many times as you want tonight? Huh, how does that sound?” You smirked nodding your head yes. “You in for it though got it?” You bit your lip humming in response nervously.

“Good girl now lay back and spread your legs for me, and let me take care of you.”

#smut #ahs #american horror story #evan peters #evan peters x y/n #evan peters x reader #evan peters smut #fluff

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wonwoosthetic · 2 years

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Could you share some of the svt recs you get too?? I need some more recs as well. (But obviously yours are amazing too!!!)

YESS, of course!!

So, I’m just gonna mix the ones that I got and some of my personal favourites: (in no specific order)

(these are only series recommendations, I can do one shots, etc. too, if you want to🤗)

WARNING: smut (for some)

@meltwonu ‘s entire masterlist. And when I say entire, I truly mean ENTIRE. Writing is immaculate. I love it.

Some of my personal faves:

- caffeine (wonwoo series): who doesn’t love a good frat boy Wonwoo, right?!😫 + the sequel until I met you !!!

- thief (svt): I’m too much in love with the home run mv and every series with that theme, so this is a big MUST READ

- ch-ch-cherry bomb (scoups series): no words. Absolutely no words. Just amazing. I don’t know how to describe it. Just read it. Love it. Such good smut omg.

- pls read all of her drabbles too!! Sooo good!

@wonwoonlight if you don’t know her, you’ve been living under a rock. At this point, I’m convinced everyone know her writing because it’s THAT good

personal faves:

- my daisy (Mingyu series): YOU HAVE TO KNOW THIS! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. HOW MANY TIMES I HAVE READ THIS.

- my way to you (Wonwoo series): just so beautiful😫 istg I’m a sucker for her writing and this is just another masterpiece

@bubblebeom another pretty famous tumblr writer, I’m pretty sure. She’s another one of those angels sent from heaven with her insane talent for writing.

I can’t even put my faves together, so here is her masterlist

But when talking about series specifically, obviously:

- Heart & Seoul (Wonwoo series): too good. Every carat on this planet has to read this. Chef’s kiss.

- Getting Closer (Wonwoo, Mingyu series): if you’re a carat and have tumblr, you probably already know about this one, but I’m still gonna hype it tf up because this is one that I will also never get tired of reading)

I recently read Vanilla for the first time and Jesus Christ… went back the next day to read it again. Most definitely am going to read it a third time. And a fourth. And who knows how many times again after that. The best Joshua smut I’ve ever read on this app ngl. I actually had to put the phone down because I started blushing so hard.

AND Remind Me. Read it. Loved it. You should too

@heavenshoon Days Off With SVT (SVT series)

Something cute I stumbled upon and I REALLY liked it!! Highly highly recommend!! Very excited to see more of her in the future!🥰👏🏼

@marigold-sunflowers dear stupid diary (Jeonghan series)

This was recommended to me and I still have to start it, but I’m very excited!!!🤭🤗

@twogyuu Terrifyingly Innocent (S.Coups series)

LISTEN. I’ve already reblogged it (and this woman actually asked me if I aren’t a “famous” tumblr writer, GIRL STOP🥹) But I will not shut up about this. I read it now three times and God… LORD… I can’t get enough of it😫😫 it’s TOO GOOD. I will never ever ever get tired of this series.

Gonna start reading all of her other stuff as well!!

And then there’s this series that I, for the love of God, cannot find anymore. It’s literally making me so sad because it was one of my faves.

It played in a Home Run!AU (MY ABSOLUTE FAVE) and it was about the reader being in a relationship with one of the members and they’re on a cruise and a diamond goes missing and they’re trying to find out who stole it.

ISTG IT WAS SO GOOD AND I DON’T KNOW WHERE IT IS OR WHAT IT WAS CALLED😫😭 I think the writer deactivated their account tbh…

I remember the username being something with Minghao and their profile pic too! And they also had another AMAZING series with Wonwoo x idol!Reader… (I think they’re were the same profiles)

So good… so sad to have lost it… I’ll never forgive myself for that

Here are some! I might add a few after a while or post another fic rec if anyone asks :) also: I 100% forgot some, so I’ll most definitely make another fic rec post

If anyone wants to recommend some more to me, feel free to do so!!!!🤗

Thank you for also enjoying my own series♥️🥰♥️

#fic rec #svt fic rec #fic recs #seventeen #kpop #MUST READ #seventeen series #svt series

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missluckycharms · 2 years

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would you pretty please write about Harry taping himself using a vibe on his dick and sending it to you subrry please 🙏

I heard subrry and suddenly I’m active again.

I’ve missed you all! Sorry I took a break from here but I’ll try and be more active <33

I also changed up a few things! Hope you don’t mind x

Short lil subrry blurb to make your day/night better babies <33

Warnings: sub!harry, dom!reader, use of a vibrator, recording the diddly deed, restraints, dirty talk.

“Feeling good? Hmm?”

Your voice was low as you observed him, seated in the vanity chair in your bedroom, legs crossed over one another and lips pulled into a sinister smirk.

Harry was a mess on the bed in front of you, his head tilting every now and then to look at himself in the front facing camera of your phone that’s perched up on the bed side table, capturing every whine and plea that slips out of his lips.

You’ve been here only ten minutes now and he was already ruined, a small bullet vibrator taped to the head of his cock on full strength while a butt plug stays snug in his ass, the sensations of both sending him into another dimension.

“S’good, fuck, so good!” He whines out, his hands pulling against the silk ties that hold his wrists to the bed posts, his legs also tied to either of the end posts keeping him spread open for you and on full display.

Something he loves, he loves being on display for you.

“Being such a good boy so far, haven’t cum yet.” You say with a bite of your lip, his eyes meeting yours as his head lifts up off the pillow, his moan loud as he takes you in.

You’ve purposely worn his favourite lingerie set of yours, an emerald green lace bra and thong with a white sheer babydoll dress over it, hiding nothing but adding that additional touch is what made Harry weak at the knees.

“M’gonna use this little video when you’re on tour baby. Gonna play with myself while I watch it.” You say cockily, knowing he hates it when you get off without him, be it phone sex or not, he loves being the one to hear you and help you get off.

“A-are you gonna l-let me see? Please let me see, fuck!” He stutters out through moans, pleading with you to let him hear you and see you watch what’s being recorded right now as you get off while he’s away.

He’s a sucker for FaceTime sex.

“Hmm, that depends on if you’re a good boy on stage or not.” You tease uncrossing your legs, spreading them out and leaning back on the chair pushing your chest out as his mouth hangs open in both pleasure and shock over your new position.

“M’always a good boy for you, gonna be the best boy for you on t-tour … baby! Please! Need to cum!” He babbles out, his words being slurred by his moans and his eyes pinching shut while his head is thrown back on his pillow fighting the urge to cum as the vibrations shoot through him.

“No cumming yet baby boy, still have a long night ahead of us” you whisper grabbing the small remote from the vanity behind you and switching up the vibrations to low which causes his orgasm to disappear.

“Good boy, maybe I’ll need to fuck you after this. Been so good so far. We’re gonna do this five more times and then you can cum, and if you’re good you’ll get my cock.” You instruct him as he leans his head up again and nods obsessively, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he watches you flick the remote and the vibrations become stronger again.

It’s safe to say, after tonight you had many videos to help you on your lonely nights at home alone when Harry left.

#harry styles #harry styles au #harry styles imagine #harry styles fandom #harry styles one shot #harry styles smut #fan fic author #sub!harry #smut #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you

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scarlettriot · 3 years

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Stood Up

You (Y/N) get stood up from a date and Kaminari decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Kaminari/F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Flirty Denki, Established BakuSquad Friendship

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Electro-Stim, Overstimulation, use of pet names (cuddle bug & cutie), oral (F receiving), consensual recording

A/N: Well, here we are with the third in my Stood Up series. There is also Bakugo & Kirishima if you're interested. This one took me way too long and it's also my first time writing Kaminari at length. I hope you all like it :)

Word Count Starting Below: 2,461

You slipped your foot into the silver heels you had picked out. Something a little fancier since this was a first date after all and you wanted to make a lasting impression. Not only that but this was your first first date in a while. Being a Pro Hero made life busy and dating difficult.

Practically the entire day leading up to this very moment revolved around you either getting ready or babbling with excitement to your closest friends.

An alert chimed on your phone with a text from your date, a smile sliding onto your face expecting to read some message about how they were on their way and that they'd see you soon, but that wasn't what you were met with.

Instead, it was a screenshot of your Instagram page, multiple of them actually, all of you and the ridiculous photos you took with your friends but mostly with one Denki Kaminari. The most recent of which was from a tea shop he met you at just earlier that day so you could show him the shoes for your date.

The message below was simple and more than enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth, this isn't what I want to see when I'm supposed to be taking you out tonight. What, one date a day isn't enough? Why are you even dating? Does your blonde boyfriend know?

You giggled at what they were implying, quick to explain how these were all your friends, they had been since high school! They are people you spent what little free time you had with. Especially Denki, your best friend since you were 15!

That joy you felt started dissipating within the next few messages. You hadn't even had a first date and they were already jealous, and that was something you didn't have room for in your life. So, you slipped the heels off your feet and put them directly back in the box to return when you had the time. Tight black jeans and fitted top were exchanged with a hoodie and sweats although your makeup and hair stayed done, you didn't have the energy to undo your hard work.

Instead, you slid back into your computer chair, your headset snuggly back on your ears and before you notified everyone you were back online, you took a moment listening to the chatter of your friends.

"Shitty Hair! Fuckin' pay attention!"

"Yeah, man! We're getting slaughtered over here!"

"Less yelling at Kiri! More shooty shooty!"

"All of you are hopeless..."

Eijiro chuckled out an apology that was accompanied by a lighter giggle also coming from his mic. "Think this is gonna be my last round for a bit, guys."

"You're so fuckin' whipped." Bakugo scoffed, before screaming profanities.

"Is it whipped if I'm the one who's wanting to get her into bed though?"

You clicked your mic back on then. "Hey, remember last week when Kats forgot his push to talk so we all heard him getting head and we party whipped because someone couldn't focus?"

"You better shut the hell up right fucking now!"

Everyone else roared with laughter. "Yeah! At least I have the decency to mute myself!"

"Hey, wait a sec, why are you online, Y/N!" Denki noted, "You should have already left!"

You screenshot your messages to the group chat because it was far easier than just explaining the ordeal.

"Cute shoes." Eijiro and Kyoka commented at the same time.

There was a lull as their game ended and the messages were read.

"Ya don't need 'em if they're gonna have their head so far up their ass like this."

"I agree." Hanta chimed in. "They're not worth your time."

"Still, sorry they turned out to be a shit." You could hear the frown on Kyoka's face, "I know how excited you were."

"Right, you doin' okay, Y/N? I can stick around and we can all shoot some things!"

"Thanks, Kiri but I'll be just fine! Go spend time with your girl!"

One by one, everyone signed off. You pulled up Spotify and Stardew Valley, something of a comfort for you to get lost in for the rest of the night.

Less than an hour later, you noticed your phone lighting up with your best friend's familiar smiling face. "What's up, Denki?"

"Open your door! I have my hands full and don't wanna put everything down to get my key!"

You sprang from your desk and rushed to your door. Sure enough, on the other side was Denki with bags in both hands and his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. You grabbed it and a bag before he had a chance to drop anything like the klutz he was. "What's with all this?"

"I feel bad."

"Why? You didn't stand me up?"

He fiddled with the edge of a paper bag. "Yeah, but, we both read those messages and no one said anything but they didn't just call our group out, they called us out.

"Denks, it doesn't matter to me-"

"But, it does to me! You were so excited about this and I got in the way, unknowingly but, still! So, I gotta make it up to you now!"

He pulled out take-out boxes from your favorite restaurant. Two bottles of your favorite wine. Your top three favorite movies and video games, and a board game you both had been meaning to try. "I mean, if they think I'm your boyfriend I kinda gotta live up to the hype, right?"

You really wanted to insist that none of this was necessary. That just because some person that neither of you really knew that well, assumed something about your relationship that didn't mean he had to blame himself for it.

But, you had to admit, this was really sweet. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to you that he knew everything you liked but it was nice. Instead of sitting across from a stranger, making awkward small talk, and trying to learn about one another, you were barefoot in your kitchen, laughing with your best friend while he plated dinner and you poured the wine.

Formalities were out the window. Both you and Denki were eating dinner in your living room, laughing and drinking just as you'd done a million times before. You snapped a photo of the delicious food on paper plates, toasting good times with your cheap wine, ready to post them to your Instagram.

"Gonna make them more jealous..."

"I think they made it pretty clear they don't want to see me so why should I care?"

He shrugged. "I just thought they might, you know, come to their senses that they obviously lost."

"I don't really care either way." You wandered back into your kitchen, putting away the leftovers, "They can forget I exist or they can stalk my page like a creep. If someones' gonna try and tell me I can't be friends with my friends or just not listen to me, then I don't want them in my life. No matter how good-looking they are."

Denki watched you from the sofa, a bit of a lopsided grin on his face that had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. "What?" Laughing to hide the bit of a crush you always had on the man. It was unavoidable you told yourself. His personality was infectious and had 15 year old you head over heels.

He pushed back bright blonde hair back off his forehead and just shook his head. "Nothin'. Uh, what's next? Video game, board game, or movie?"

You peaked on the counter at the options. "Well, we probably should have checked this but the board game needs at least four people to play... guess we'll have to save that for our next game night. Is a movie okay?"

Of course, it was.

You brought over the DVD with a refill of wine and he pulled a blanket down off the back of your sofa.

It really didn't take long, just fifteen minutes or so, and you were curled up into Denki's side. You'd make grabby hands for your wine glass and he'd pass it over with that damn grin again.

And not long after that, he'd pulled out his phone, angling it to take a picture of the two of you. "What are you doing?" You could see him on his own Instagram, tagging you, with the caption, Check out my cute cuddle bug.

"I thought you didn't want to make them more jealous."

"I decided I don't care either. You're mine tonight, their loss. And since you're mine tonight, I get bragging rights." He snapped another quick picture of you rolling your eyes at him, and then he kept snapping them.

"Denki! Why!"

"Because you're cute, cuddle bug! I like having all the pictures of you that I can!"

Even as you tackled him back down on the sofa, pinning him below you, he still managed a photo. "Bet if I post this one, they'll really get the wrong idea."

You could have moved. You were the one on top of him and you had his arms above his head. You had the power here and yet you just lingered above him.

"Y/N? Not that I'm one to complain about having a beautiful person such as yourself pinning me down, like, it's kinda hot, but..." Looking down into half-lidded golden eyes, you wondered why you had to become best friends with such a damn flirt! "Are you gonna take advantage of this situation we're in or are we just gonna keep dancing around this for another decade or so?"

You couldn't have heard him right? No... no this was your brain playing tricks on you because he certainly hadn't had that much wine tonight. You sat upright on his lap. "Another decade then, Y/N?"

"You- ha- you should stop that, Denki."

He leaned up, moving his arms around you, "Gimme a good reason to and I will."

You didn't have one. And not just because you've been in love with him for ten years but also because he was your best friend. The only reason to not go through with it was the possibility of losing your friendship if something bad were to happen but, you really didn't think anything would.

Denki might have been a serial flirt but he was surprisingly loyal in all the relationships he'd been in, not that there had been all that many serious ones.

"I'm not hearing anything." He teased, his face getting closer to yours. You could count each and every one of the faint freckles that littered the balls of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "But, I promise, if you tell me no, I'll stop, won't push this any further."

This whole thing seemed like a frickin' whirlwind, happening faster than your brain could really process the situation but you didn't want it to stop either. You wanted to take it further, didn't want to say no.

Which was why you coiled your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. There was that small little buzz of electricity that tickled your lips when he'd kiss your nose or cheeks that was now playing on his lips, on his tongue when you welcomed him in.

He leaned back again, pulling you with him until you were both a pile of needy hands and breathy pleas. Everywhere his hands roamed you felt that faint trail of shock against your skin, making the little hairs on your body stand on end.

Clothes were shed, tossed haphazardly around your living room, both of you pausing to laugh when Denki managed to land your hoodie over a lamp. His attention was drawn back to you quickly though, still perched on top of him but now he had your chest on full display since you'd forgone a bra when your date canceled.

Electrifying tongue twirled around your nipples, sensitive normally, now it felt like you knew what it was like when he fried his damn brain. He was eager, relentless even, pulling and sucking, another hand giving your other breast a similar treatment. He had you so focused that you let out a broken moan when slender fingers found their way into your panties.

"Fuckin' hell, Denki."

The bastard winked up at you, nipple still between his lips and before you could retort, he sent another small jolt through you.

You were blatantly grinding down on his hand, reaching behind you, you found him completely solid, barely being contained in the tight black boxers he wore. You had enough sense to tug them down and wrap your hand around him making his teeth sink into your soft flesh, whining when you stroked him.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, his hand momentarily distracted from his ministrations gave you enough time to shift in his lap to scoot forward putting his cock in front of you. In one swift motion, you had his length between your slick. "Oh fuck, cutie!" Golden eyes were squeezed shut while you moved along him, feeling that pleasant curve he had, you could only imagine what it was gonna be like to have him inside you.

"You're being a little tease, ma-makes me wanna do all sorts of things to y-you."

He was kissing your neck, your chest, shoulders, and arms, anywhere on you that he could reach. His hips bucking up into you, just trying to hit that perfect angle.

Strength and agility were something most overlooked when it came to Denki Kaminari but when the man wanted something bad enough, he found a way to get it.

He had your ass rising up in the air with a harsh thrust of his hips and a small squeak from you, giving him exactly enough time to scoot down on the sofa so you were sat atop his face. If you complained, he didn't hear you. Denki already had your thighs around his head and his tongue devouring you completely.

Little shockwaves rocked you while you cried out his name, hands fisting blonde locks just trying to stay upright.

One orgasm from you apparently wasn't enough, neither was two but on the third, Denki finally relented, allowing your heartrate to come back down and your gasping breaths to come in more steadily.

You slid back down his body, his erection now smack against your ass. His hair was recked, face completely flush but he had the biggest grin on his face that you'd ever seen.

Denki kissed both your cheeks, "You are so amazing, cutie!" Kissed your lips, "You taste better than anything I've ever had!" And one more on the tip of your nose. "Doin' okay?"

You nodded, starting to really gather yourself again, and by this point, you really just wanted one thing.

"I wanna... Denks... can I take care of you now?"

"Sure, cutie! How do you want me?" The wiggling eyebrows had you rolling your eyes and pushing him on his back again.

It took little effort for you to position yourself above his cock, and with how slick you were, his bright pink head slipped right inside. He held your hands while you scrunched up your face, sliding all the way down him until he was completely sheathed within.

The curve was immaculate. Hitting in just the right way that had you moaning with just a couple thrusts from him. Before long, you were eagerly bouncing on his cock. Riding him hard so he filled you up each and every time.

You barely registered him reaching for the coffee table, his phone now in his hands. "What're you doin'?" You practically slurred, slowing only slightly. He tapped the camera lens with a wicked grin. "Seriously?"

"We could make 'em really jealous now..."

Somewhere in your brain, you knew your date wouldn't give two shits, in fact, this probably would have only validated their thoughts about your's and Denki's relationship but with his cock stuffed so deeply into you, kissing your cervix in the most beautiful way, you really didn't give a damn.

You and Denki put on the best possible show you could think of. You were overstimulated, sore, and completely elated! He balanced the phone against the wine bottle so neither of you had to try to hold it.

This way he could play with your breasts or squeeze your thighs while you dug half-moons into his chest. Shocked with the playful zaps he sent right to your core.

Your makeup you'd didn't feel like taking off now ran down your cheeks with tears. Your hair was a mess thanks to him pulling at it.

Denki had you howling through another two orgasms, telling you how perfect you were, how nice you felt squeezing him so tightly, your nails felt so good against his skin.

It was only when you collapsed against his chest did he hoist your hips up so he could ram into you, pulling out just at the last second with a strangled cry of your name.

He wiggled himself free, grabbing a towel from your bathroom and cleaning you both up before stopping the recording.

"You're, hey you're gonna send that to me right?" You asked when he handed back your hoodie off the lamp.

He dropped a kiss on your lips, plopping down beside you on the sofa again and you noticed your email already up and the video uploading. "Obviously, we share all our videos and photos. Why would this be different?"

#mha #bnha #mha smut #denki kaminari #kaminari #kaminari smut #denki kaminari smut #mha fluff #denki fluff #denki smut #denki x you #mha x reader #kaminari x reader #denki x reader

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crybabyalexxx · 3 years

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Nova

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky have a secret arrangement. Inspired by Billie Eilish’s ‘Billie Bossa Nova’

Warnings: NSFW 18+, submissive Bucky, dominant reader, BDSM involved

A/N: This was very fun to write as always. It is my first time writing anything for Bucky but this song just reminds me so much of him and I couldn’t help myself. Hope everyone enjoys it! I always get so nervous before posting a story.

Word Count: 2k

Here you were at another one of Tony’s parties. It’s not like you weren’t having any fun, it’s just that you’d rather be somewhere else. With someone else. It was rare when everyone got a moment for themselves so you all enjoyed it when everyone was together. Made you feel like a real family. But tonight, you only wanted to be with one person.

“Hey stranger, you’re quiet tonight. Everything alright?’ Natasha makes her way up to you, drink in hand. She always made sure you were treated well and felt comfortable. You were so thankful for her.

“Yeah, just a little tired.” Across the room from you was Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier. You two came face to face a few times on missions, before and after you joined the team. He hates to admit it but you were a tough one to fight. You love to remind him how easily you can kick his ass. You loved it when you got him down on his knees.

Bucky couldn’t keep his eyes off of you all night. From the moment you walked into the room with that silk green dress. It was causal, yet he adored you. He was quieter than usual, but everyone blew it off as ‘Bucky being Bucky’, and he didn’t mind. He just needed you. Bucky knew you thought the same thing too, it was the way you were looking at him. Like you wanted him on his knees. He wanted to obey.

Nobody knew but you and Bucky would regularly meet. When everyone was asleep, you and the Winter Soldier would sneak off and hide behind closed doors. It all started one night after training, the way he was breathing against you. Your legs wrapped around him tightly. Then it happened again after a mission, him knocking on your door and you pulling him in. It’s hard to stop it once it starts. After a while, Bucky told you about him wanting to be submissive. It threw you off at first, you figured after being mind washed for all those years that he would want to be in control for once.

“Sometimes everything becomes too much and I just want someone to take a little control every once in a while.” Bucky lied with you on one of the many hotel beds you’ve been in together.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, James. I understand, I’ll do it. I was always good at getting you on your knees for me.”

“I think I’m gonna go ahead and get to bed. Behave for me will ya?” Natasha smirks and gives you a wink.

“You know me y/n, I like to have a little fun before bed.” You wink back at her and head out to the elevator, with a Bucky Barnes hot on your heels. You didn’t even have to look at him to make him come to you. It won’t be the only time tonight either.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Doll.” It had been a while since the two of you had been in the same room together. So when you both heard you had the weekend off, you couldn’t let that opportunity pass. He’d been worked up and you didn’t want to wait any longer. You loved it when he came without a warning, sometimes waiting can get so boring. You wiped the cum off your hands with your tongue. “Don’t apologize, James, I like how worked up you get.” Bucky chuckles and shakes his head in disbelief. “Only you do it how I like.”

You and Bucky don’t say anything on the way up to your room. You were lucky enough to have your rooms across from each other, nobody would know that he was secretly with you. It was like a routine, a dance between the two of you. Bucky undressed and waited for your command. You walk around him in circles, like he was prey. He wanted you to devour him already.

“On the bed.” He grew an erection immediately. Just by your three simple words. He did as he was told like a good soldier. He even held his hands above his head without having to be told. You straddle his waist as you tie him up. Bucky shuts his eyes tight, he knows he won’t last long with the way you look, fully dressed and slightly grazing him where he needed you most.

You smirk and grind your hips roughly, causing Bucky to throw his head back hard into the pillow. It was as if somebody knocked the wind out of him. His eyes shot open and he swore there was nothing more beautiful than the sight above him. You smiling down at him, your hair coming down loosely. He wasn’t going to last long. You could feel him squirming slightly underneath you. “Y/n, please.”

“Name?”

“Nova.” When you and Bucky weren’t back at the compound, you were in different hotels. Using different names at hotel check-ins. It was routine. Being together for the night, just to feel something. You wanted to be in control and Bucky was more than happy to be controlled by you. You hadn’t realized how much you enjoyed it, having him this way. He could easily take control if he wanted to. But you had him at your mercy, and you were an addict for him.

You were never the sentimental type, but there was something about the way he looked right now for you tonight. Tied up and an absolute mess. You wanted to keep him like this forever. “You make me wanna take a picture of you, James.” You were completely naked for him now. His erection trapped in between your folds, you raked your nails up and down his arms and chest. You made sure to take your time with his metal arm. Made sure he knew that all of him deserved to feel good tonight. “All tied up and wrecked because of me.” Bucky rolled his hips forward to get some sort of friction from you. You held his hips down and tsked. “Be a good soldier now Barnes.” You could make a movie with him that you both would have to hide.

Bucky grunted and threw his head back in frustration. “The things you do to me, Doll.”

You kiss your way up to his neck, “Don’t get sentimental on me James.”

You’d been ignoring bucky all day. It was one of those days where everyone just kind of kept to themselves. You read a few books and paid no mind to Bucky when he walked in the room. You didn’t even look at him when you two were alone in the library. You could feel his eyes on you every second. You could feel how squirmy he was because of it. Even when he caught up with you on the elevator, you simply pulled out your phone and acted like it was the most interesting thing to you. It pained Bucky to not be able to reach out to you. It was torture not having you all over him, your hands pulling at his hair, grabbing his waist, and dragging him to your room. He almost went back to his room, but before he reached the doorknob he looked back at you one last time. He was surprised to see you staring back at him, then you entered your room without closing the door behind you. He took that as an invitation.

Once he closes the door behind him he grabs you and pins you against the door. “Look at me when we’re alone, please.” You knew it wouldn’t take much to get him going. You knew it was torture though. He kissed you like you could one day slip away. “I know, I know.”

You were glad that these walls were soundproof. The noises he was pulling out of you, the sounds he made in your ear. It was like a song you never got tired of hearing. The way he stretched you out, yet fit inside you so perfectly. This was all you needed. He was all you needed. If anybody saw you two this way, you don’t know what they would think. The Winter Soldier begging to come. Moaning out your name. You squeeze around him at the thought. “Fuck! If you keep doing that I’m not gonna last much longer.” You lean in closer to him and squeeze around him once more. “Promise?”

Bucky couldn’t get enough of you, he left hickeys anywhere his mouth could reach. “You leave a strong impression don’t you Barnes?” It might be more of an obsession.

“Anyone see you?” He layed you down softly on the bed.

“No, you?” There was a slight knot in your stomach. You didn’t understand it.

“No.” Bucky continued his assault on your breast.

They won’t see me in your arms, you thought.

You’re not sentimental but there’s something about the way he looks tonight. Desperate, aching, and all yours. You could feel bucky tense up beneath you so you decided to drag this out a little longer. You rocked your hips back and forth slowly. Taking his cock in and out of you torturously slow. “Please Doll.” You’ll never get tired of hearing him beg.

“Who do you belong to?” You started to slam into him and Bucky saw stars.

“I won’t repeat myself, James.” You squeezed his throat gently.

“You! I belong to you y/n! Fuck.” You were going to be the death of him.

“Good Soldier.”

Sometimes you thought about being with Bucky. What it would be like to not have to sneak around and just be with each other. You wondered if Bucky thought the same. You wanted everyone to know the people you two became when you’re alone together. Even make them jealous for a change.

‘What are you thinking about?” You layed in Bucky’s arms, not having the energy to go back to your room yet. If you were being honest with yourself, you enjoyed the feeling of being in Bucky’s arms. The coolness of his metal arm with the warmth of his body. You stayed silent for a while. Debating whether or not to tell him the truth.

“That I’m the only one who does it how you like.”

You climb off of him and ride his thigh instead. Bucky whimpers and stares at you. He could feel how wet you are. You lean down and leave hickeys on his hips roughly. Once you are satisfied you climb completely off him and leave him hard and bare. He takes in a deep breath and pulls against his restraints. It was torture, but you both loved it. Bucky shuts his eyes again. ‘Please.” It won’t take much to get him going. “I know, I know.”

You walk around to the foot of the bed, fully naked. You saw your masterpiece. He was a work of art to you. The way his chest rose, the redness in his cheeks. The trail of your lips splattered all across his body. You were obsessed.

Bucky can hear your soft footsteps. He doesn’t dare look, he knows he won’t last long if he does.

“Look at me a little more James.” It took everything in him not to come the moment he saw you. He could see the wetness dripping from your cunt. The small hickeys covering your body, the ones he left. You were worth waiting for. He was obsessed.

His heavy breathing could have you on the floor. You watched him look your body up and down like it was a piece of art. You didn’t have to say anything, Bucky knew what you wanted. He wanted it too.

“I’m yours.”

You weren’t sentimental, but tonight there was something about him.

“I’m yours.”

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The Love Among Us

Chapter 1-- I’d Never Snitch On Daddy

so i haven’t seen many corpse husband x reader stories on here, so i decided to upload one myself. i’ve been watching jacksepticeye’s among us videos and when i heard corpse talk for the first time, i was like, “hol up” and now i’ve been obsessed with him. also, go stream his music on spotify, it’s amazing. enjoy! x.

corpse husband x female!reader

summary: while playing among us, y/n watches corpse kill felix in o2. when his body is reported, however, she doesn’t tell who killed him.

word count: ~3.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of death (not real death), mentions of murder (not real murder)

EDIT: before i wrote this and after i published it, i did not know that corpse did not like to be referred to as “daddy”. had i known this, i would have not even thought of posting this. and since i know now, i won’t refer to him as such in the future. thank you. (10/19/2020)

EDIT 2: this is the first part to my corpse x reader series. i will be adding chapters as we go!

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4 rounds before the incident

“I was in coms with PJ!” Sean exclaims.

“He is doing the liar voice!” Felix shouts with a laugh.

“I’m not,” Sean tries to say, but everyone talks over him and the voting time ends. Everyone left alive, though it was only four people, had all voted for him and he yells at them as he gets ejected.

stinky was not the imposter

2 imposters remain

The round ends and everyone unmutes themselves.

“Lizzie, you saw Felix kill me and you did nothing!” Roomie yells as soon as the round ends and the imposters are revealed.

“Yeah, because I was the other imposter.”

“Oh. Okay, well that makes sense.”

Everyone laughs and Ken starts the round again.

“Wait, can I invite y/n to play? She’s doing her twenty-four-hour stream and she just finished playing Monopoly with Mark, Bob, and Wade,” says Lizzie, looking down at her phone as they all appear back in the waiting room.

“Yes,” Corpse blurts out and there are a few laughs and chuckles.

“You were quick to answer, Corpse,” Sean teases.

“Shut up,” Corpse mumbles and there are even more laughs.

Lizzie smiles and taps into her phone. “I’m gonna invite her.”

“I can’t believe that you actually made that deal, y/n,” Wade is telling you after ending the second round of Monopoly that you’ve played with them.

You smile and cross your legs on your chair. “Look, I was going bankrupt and it seemed good at the time. Besides, Mark was going to win anyway, he owned half of the board.” Your phone buzzes beside you on your desk and you pick it up. “Lizzie texted me.” There’s a sound effect that plays in your headset and you look up at your screen and smile. “Thanks to _lorieplays _for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot. Thank you so much.”

“Do you want to play another round?” Marks asks.

You shake your head, reading the text from your friend in England. “No, I don’t want to lose to you again.” You laugh. “Nah, Lizzie wants me to play Among Us with her and a few others. It was fun playing with you guys.”

“It was even though you took all of my money,” Bob snaps.

You laugh. “Yeah, yeah. See you guys later.”

“Bye,” says Mark.

“See y--” Wade begins but you cut him off when you disconnect from the call.

“Oops.” You put a hand over your mouth and laugh. “Sorry, Wade. Okay.” You straighten up and glance over everything, making sure it’s all working properly. “I have to pee and I think my roommate ordered pizza, so we’ll be back after this short break. Enjoy this live feed of my pet rats.” You giggle and switch the stream over to a view of your two rats in their cage where you have a camera set up. You take your headset off and head out of your recording room.

Every two months, you have a twenty-four-hour livestream where you play games with your friends from all around the world. Despite being only twenty-five, your Youtube channel had grown exponentially in the past three years and you’ve had the chance to meet lots of other Youtubers like Markiplier, PewDiePie, and your close friend, LDShadowLady.

Currently, you’re on hour twenty of twenty-four and you’re beginning to feel the effects of not sleeping for a whole day. You had been drinking coffee and energy drinks for the past four hours and that seemed to perk you up for two hours max. But your roommate had ordered pizza and that would hopefully wake you up.

After going to the bathroom and grabbing an entire box of pizza, you return to your recording room and sit down. You put your headset back on and eat a slice of pizza before switching the views back to you. “And we’re back. I hope you guys enjoyed my rats because I don’t. They keep me up at night.”

You read a comment while loading up Among Us and laugh. “No, they’re not dead. They’re sleeping. They do that a lot when they’re not fighting.”

When you finally get into the game and entire the code, you spawn in. You also quickly join the Discord chat and wince when nearly ten voices hit you at once.

“y/n!” exclaims Lizzie and the other voices die down for a moment before rising to greet you.

You wince again but laugh. “Jesus, you guys are loud. Hey, Lizzie.” You move your character to the customize tab and go to try and switch your color. But then you frown and realize that you’re stuck with being dark blue. “Damn, I wanted to be white.”

“Do you want to switch?” Corpse asks.

Your eyes widen you your stomach flips. You hadn’t noticed Corpse was in this game. Immediately, your chat became flooded with keyboard smashing and lots of “omg my shipp” and “y/n rlly said ‘anna oop-’”

“Uh, yeah, if you don’t mind,” you manage to stutter out and take a bite of pizza as Corpse’s player comes over and the white option becomes available. You select it and also select the goggles in the hats menu.

“How’s your stream going?” asks Sean.

You shrug. “Pretty good. I’m super tired, though. I literally almost fell asleep while playing Monopoly with Mark, Wade, and Bob.”

“You went to college, right?” You’re pretty sure that’s Roomie.

“Yep,” you affirm with a nod even though they can’t see you. “You’d think that those all-nighters writing papers and studying for finals would make me able to do this.”

There’s a laugh in the group and the round starts.

3 rounds before the incident

You scratch your eyebrow and sigh in relief when you’re the crewmate. You mute yourself and slide up in your chair.

“I like being the crewmate,” you say, heading towards admin as a habit. “It’s a lot less stressful than being imposter.”

After doing your tasks in admin and fueling the engines, you stumble across a dead body in the lower engine and a vent closing.

“Oh,” you say, and press the report button. You unmute yourself and begin with, “So I saw a vent close but I didn’t see who went in.”

“Who died?” asks Lizzie.

“Felix,” says Sean.

You smirk. “It’s always yellow that dies first.”

“Where was the body?” Ken asks.

“Lower engine,” you reply.

“I was in medbay with Corpse doing the scan so it wasn’t him,” PJ says and Corpse makes a noise of confirmation.

This makes your cheeks heat up and you smack a hand over your mouth. Your chat explodes again but you decide to ignore it.

“And I was doing wires in cafeteria,” Lizzie says.

“Sean, where were you?”

“I was in reactor doing the simon says thing,” he answers.

You sigh. “I hate that one. What about you, Ken?”

“I was with Roomie in electrical doing the power thing. You know, the one where you have to divert it somewhere else.”

“So do we skip then?” asks Lizzie.

“No one is super sus, so I’m going to skip,” you answer.

When no one is ejected, you mute yourself again. “I dunno why, but Sean seems pretty sus. Because I didn’t see him on the way down from upper engine. But I guess he could have gotten there in time.” You shrug and run over to the trash chute in the cafeteria. “RIP to Felix, though.”

After doing the trash there, you head down to storage, running into Corpse doing the wires in there. You wait there to clear him and once you do, you run a few circles around him to get his attention and he follows you over to the trash in storage and watches you do that. After that, the two of you head over to electric together and do wires there.

Suddenly, there’s a body reported and you unmute yourself.

“Sean just killed Lizzie in front of me!” exclaims PJ.

“PJ killed Lizzie,” Sean retorts, flipping the blame. “I watched it, he didn’t realize I was there and murdered her.”

“I watched PJ do the scan in medbay, he’s cleared,” Corpse says and you find yourself smiling for no reason. “Sean, you killed Lizzie.”

“I knew he was sus,” you say, grabbing another piece of pizza. You look at the box and your eyes widen. Had you really already eaten half of it?

“Wait wait, how am I sus?” Sean asks.

You take a moment to swallow. “Because when I was doing fuel earlier, I was running down from upper engine and didn’t see you in reactor. Sure, maybe you could have gotten there earlier, but it was super weird.”

The discussion time ends and PJ immediately goes to vote for Sean as well as you, Corpse, and everyone else still alive. Sean ends up getting ejected.

stinky was an imposter

1 imposter remains

“You’re such a detective, y/n,” Sean says when he gets ejected.

You laugh. “I just play this game too much.” You then mute yourself and smile. “I am a genius.”

You end up finishing your tasks quickly after that and then stand in the cafeteria and eat another piece of pizza and read some of the chat.

“’ What am I going to do after this?’ I don’t know. I might play some Minecraft. Should I have a poll on Twitter? I’m stuck between public Among Us games, Minecraft, and taking random quizzes on Buzzfeed.” You smile and hear another sound effect and something pops up on the screen. “Thank you to coochie man for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot.” You laugh at their name. “I love your name, by the way.”

There’s some rattling in the cage behind you and you turn around to see one of your rats drinking water. You turn back to the chat and read another comment. “’ Do you have a crush on Corpse?’” You blush and smile, biting your lip. “I mean, his voice is hot. I’ve never met him since he lives in San Diego and I live in h/t, but yeah, I guess I do. I’ve been listening to his music for the past few days and it’s really good, you guys should go check it out.”

You look up and unmute yourself when a body is reported. “Who died?” you ask. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Are you already done with your tasks, y/n?” Corpse asks.

God, even the way he says your name is making you blush. “Yeah, I get them done quick.”

“She does that,” says Lizzie, “She always gets her tasks done quick.”

“Ken is dead by the way,” says Roomie and your snort, smacking a hand over your mouth. “I found him in the hallway by navigation. Where was everyone else?”

“I was in cafeteria doing nothing,” you say, leaning back in your chair and spinning around just a little. “I think I saw PJ downloading while I was in there, but I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Yeah, I was downloading,” says Ken.

After more discussion, Corpse points out that Jaiden had been following him and it looked like she had been faking tasks.

“No I haven’t,” she says.

“That sounds like something the imposter would say,” you hum with a smirk. “That’s pretty sus, Jaiden.”

Everyone else agrees and you all end up voting Jaiden out.

jaiden was the imposter

0 imposters remain

You cheer as the round ends and a blue victory screen pops up for the crewmates. “Good game, guys,” you say and play again, waiting for the host.

1 round before the incident

“Oh my god, I’m imposter again?” you groan and sigh when you spawn back in. “I was just imposter, I don’t want to be it again. I’m so bad at it,”

After another short round of you and Felix losing to the crewmates, you all agreed to play two more rounds before Sean had to leave. So you move your character to admin where PJ is and fake the card swipe before moving over to the admin security thing where you could see who was around where. Luckily, no one appeared to be near admin, so you quickly kill PJ and escape through the vent and come out through medbay.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you whisper over and over, running down to storage. “That was clean.” You fake getting fuel and go back up to the upper engine.

When PJ’s body is reported, you see that your fellow imposter, Sean, had reported it. You stay silent for most of the round and only say that you were in the fuel area when it was reported.

“Yeah, I saw her run past electrical earlier,” Corpse says. You blush and glance at your exploding chat and shake your head.

After everyone skips the round, you mute yourself once more and head towards navigation. “I hate this.” You drag the last syllable and watch Lizzie enter the room. You wait a moment before walking towards her and killing her, jumping into one of the vents. You let out a sigh and flex your fingers. “I’m so stressed.” You exit out of the vent into shields and your heart stops when you see someone else in there but you realize that it’s the other imposter, Sean, and you relax.

You run past him and go to the trash compartments and pretend to unload those. And that’s how the rest of the round goes. You kill someone, someone reports it and you vote someone off. Eventually, you and Sean do a double kill and end up winning the round.

You unmute yourself.

“Let’s go!” Sean exclaims and you smile.

“I can’t believe you killed me, y/n!” shouts Lizzie. “I thought we were friends.”

You laugh. “There are no friends in this game. I’m not loyal to anyone in this game. You could be my best friend and I would fucking murder you.”

“That’s cold,” says Roomie as everyone else spawns back in.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Wait, PJ disconnected,” says Sean, and you all end up waiting for him to rejoin.

In that time, you look at your chat and say, “Hey, do you guys have any questions for who I’m playing with. I’m asking you, chat.”

“I swear if someone asks about my hands, I’m leaving,” Corpse says and everyone laughs.

You laugh louder when you read a comment and read it aloud, “_Ironlady _says that you should be a hand model, Corpse.”

“Okay, I’m leaving,” you hear Corpse say over everyone laughing.

“No, stay!” you exclaim, trying not to laugh. “C’mon, don’t leave.”

He sighs deeply and your brain goes fuzzy. “Fine. I’ll stay for you.”

You beam and your tummy turns. You ignore the whistles and remarks from everyone else and stand beside Corpse. You suddenly wish that the little bean characters could hold hands.

When PJ joins the server again, Ken starts the round and you cross your fingers, hoping to get crewmate.

0 rounds before the incident

You mute yourself and sigh when you’re a crewmate. “Thank god.” You let out a breath and go over to admin with everyone else. You swipe your card and go to the cafeteria to do some wires there.

The game turns out to be rather uneventful. A few people die and two people are voted off before the game gets truly interesting. And that happens when you walk in on Corpse and Felix.

“I’ve had this song stuck in my head for days,” you’re saying, walking from electrical over to O2. “And I can’t get it out of my head. Maybe singing it will help.” You hum the first part. “Don't go in there, you'll become one. Freaky creatures, monster party. Eyes of yellow, scales and feathers, tails in tethers. Turn the lights off. Bend the nightmare, you control it. Artful dodger, easy does it. Shut the closet, get under the covers. Snakes and lovers. Turn the lights off.” You do a little dance for a moment and continue hum the song, glancing at the chat as you go towards O2 after doing wires in storage.

“Like, I know the song, it’s just been stuck in my head,” you explain. “And it kind of annoys me--”

But you stop as you enter O2 and watch Corpse murder Felix. Neither one of you move and you don’t know what to do. “Uhhh.”

Then, without thinking, you turn straight around and make your way away from the scene of the murder. “I didn’t see anything!” you shout to no one. “I suddenly can’t see who murdered Felix.” You smack a hand over your mouth and stand in the middle of a hallway. “Oh my god, what do I do? I don’t want to snitch on Corpse, he’s hot.” You scratch the back of your neck and shrug, continuing on to reactor. “I didn’t see anything.”

You’re in the middle of doing the simon says in reactor when Felix’s body is reported. You unmute yourself and fidget with the sleeve of your hoodie. You know exactly who killed Felix.

“--was in O2,” says Jaiden and you focus back into the conversation. “And I didn’t see anyone around.”

“I saw you heading that way, y/n, but I know it wasn’t you because I saw you do the trash in storage.”

You look at the screen when Sean talks to you and you chew your lip. “I know who killed Felix.”

“Who?” asks almost everyone at the same time.

You close your eyes and swallow. It’s just a game, why are you taking this so seriously? Suddenly, a song lyric pops into your head and your stomach flips. You imagine yourself saying it and no one knows who you mean except for him.

You open your eyes. “I’d never snitch on daddy.”

There’s a laugh in the chat and you blush fiercely, your livestream chat blowing up once again.

“I think we know who it is, then,” says Sean, laughing.

“Yeah,” agrees Lizzie and your eyes widen.

“Wait, what?” you ask, watching everyone vote almost as soon as the discussion time ends. “Wait, hang on, who--”

“We know who you’re talking about, y/n,” PJ tells you.

You vote for yourself and your brain goes blank as you see that everyone voted for Corpse. He even voted for himself. They knew. They all _knew _about your feelings for Corpse.

The round ends with Corpse being voted out and the crewmates win. There’s some talking, but you stay on the victory screen. You’re trying to decide if your mad or embarrassed or both.

“I didn’t know you’d say that, y/n,” Corpse says, effectively breaking you out of your trance. “I thought you were gonna snitch on me.”

“You heard her,” teases Lizzie and you can tell she’s grinning. “She’d never snitch on you, Corpse.”

He laughs and you feel something in a certain place. “Oh my god, I’m gonna die of embarrassment.” You put your face in your hands, listening to your friends tease you in the chat. You suddenly want to jump out your window and run into traffic.

“Don’t die,” comes Corpse’s voice through the onslaught of teasing. “I’ll be sad.”

“Fuck!” you shout and slam your hand on your desk, shaking your equipment and scaring your rats. “I’m so sorry, Corpse, that was really weird, I--”

“Stop.” He interrupts you and the chat goes silent and you look up at the screen even though you can’t see him. “It’s okay. It was funny.”

Your eyes widen and then narrow. Funny? He thought what you said was funny? How could he think it was funny?

But then he speaks again and he sounds oddly flustered. “Uh, I gotta go. Um, it was fun playing with you guys. Bye, y/n.”

“Bye Cor--” but then he disconnects and you’re left talking to no one. “--pse.”

There’s a long moment of silence until Felix breaks it. “I can’t believe you just watched me die and didn’t do anything about it.”

There are some laughs and you smile faintly, rejoining the game. “Yeah, uh, sorry about that.”

“Are you okay, y/n?” asks Lizzie.

You blush and swallow. “I don’t know. God, I’m so weird.” You run a hand through your hair and adjust your headphones

“No, you’re not,” Roomie assures you. “He has a crush on you, too.”

Your eyes widen and you scoot up in your chair. “He does?”

“I mean, he called you pretty once during a game and said that he watches your videos a lot, so maybe.”

You groan and sink in your chair. “I’m gonna go, I need to run into traffic now.”

A few people laugh or chuckle and Lizzie asks you if you’re actually going to leave.

“Yeah,” you tell her. “But not to run into traffic. I’m going to go play Minecraft to soothe myself.”

“Aw.” You can practically hear her frown. “Okay. Bye, y/n.”

“Good luck with your stream,” Ken tells you.

You grin. “Okay, thanks, bye.”

When you exit the game and leave the chat, you scream. You actually scream and it’s loud. Your roommate even knocks on your door, asking if you’re okay.

You look at them and nod. “Yeah, totally fine. Probably about to have a mental breakdown, but I’m fine.”

“Okay,” they say and lean on the doorframe. “But I’m not cutting bangs for you again.”

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, okay, fine.” They leave and you turn back to your stream, feeling like you’re about to cry. Corpse knows you have a crush on him. And it seems like he has one on you as well, but now you’re embarrassed because you called him ‘daddy’ on stream.

You rub your eyes. “Well, now I know what’ll be streaming on Twitter tonight,” you tell the chat.

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