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saerins · 2 months

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HeyYy I’m a little slow but how did eita and yn realize that they were into each other in that way or desired each other like that? (IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN 😜) Like did eita just hit yn with “dtf? 😈” on a random Thursday orrrr 😭

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꒰ঌꨄ︎໒꒱ — part of priceless. eita doesn’t understand why it irks him seeing other guys hit on you. after one night together with you, he at least knows he’s fucked.

content: otoya eita x female reader. smut. takes place in university, before “friendship”. eita calls reader princess, alcohol, profanity, mentions of death, penetration, spanking, cunnilingus, virgin!reader, eita makes reader cum multiple times. word count: 3.3k

༝༚༝༚ hahahaha i am so normal about university!yn & otoya guys … so completely normal </3 side to nonnie: yn and eita have always found each other attractive ! they just never thought they’d go that far at first :)

you’ve always been like this, so why does it bother him more than ever?

two months. that’s how long it’s been since you two talked. for two people who always talk shit all day long everyday, that’s a long time. it’s eita’s fault. he knows. maybe he shouldn’t have been so vocal about how you should act. it’s not his place.

he knows that.

he hasn’t apologised.

it’s a saturday night, and you’re just out having fun with your course mates—it’s not illegal. and eita’s with his bandmates, and a date to top it off—some girl who came up to him after a performance and said she was a fan; in hindsight it was probably just to get into his pants and yet she’s still here, two dates later.

she’s here, and he knows she’s probably beside him wondering why the fuck he’s staring at some other girl when she’s grinding against him but he can’t help himself. no matter how loud the music, no matter how crowded the club, no matter how miss bombshell here rubs her ass against him, he can’t tear his eyes away from you.

you don’t like to club. you barely like those people you’re with. eita knows why you’re acting like this.

so unserious. so smiley. so forced.

“oi, takuya,” eita calls out to one of his bandmates, setting his whiskey, neat on their table. “she’s all yours,” he says, shoving the poor miss bombshell to his bandmate, her cries of objection going unheard because he’s making his way to you.

there’s a guy trying to feel you up, your course mate. what the fuck is his name again?

“yes, shiro?” eita hears you coo once he’s close enough.

right, shiro takanori. notorious playboy, almost as notorious as eita. born rich, heir to one of the most exclusive resort clubs in japan, already in a couple of big modelling gigs thanks to his naturally good looks. silver spoon, trust fund idiot who has his hands on your hips and such lustful eyes and that smirk that says he knows he’s going to get exactly what he wants.

unluckily for him, eita’s here. and like hell is he ever going to be so lucky to bring you back home to his mansion.

with a firm grip around your bare waist—because of course you had to wear something so sexy tonight, that black single shoulder strap crop top of yours—eita cuts in, only shooting shiro a warning glare before pulling you aside, dragging you behind him.

“hey, what the fuck?” you protest once he stops at the empty booth near the side. you sound frustrated, and upset, and somehow eita knows what the fuck is going on inside that little still-twisted mind of yours. “i was talking to him, you know?”

eita scowls, the most judgemental look on his face as he listens to you. “yeah? were you trying to seduce him too or what?”

there’s a defiant look in your eyes. you’re only a little tipsy, so you still have the better part of your common sense with you. “so what if i was? how’s that any of your business?”

what a way to have your first big disagreement since you became friends. this is the part where both of you are thankful that the music’s too loud for anyone else to hear you.

eita scoffs, tongue poking against his inner cheek as he looks at you in disbelief. he’s not an infinitely patient person. especially not when he’s looking at you not behaving like yourself. he takes a step back, leaning against the wall, hands in his pants pocket as he looks from the bigger picture.

your father just died not long ago. you have to deal with your mother and the inhumane way she treats you. you have to make sure you score well for everything lest they take your scholarship away.

you’re losing it.

probably.

so much so that you’re willing to look for someone like shiro takanori to relieve your pain. eita doesn’t get it—he’s right here. is he worse than shiro?

“you know what? forget it,” you sigh, your eyes glazing over, the potential tears betraying your spiteful exterior. you don’t say anything else before you’re storming out of the club, with eita struggling to catch up behind you.

he’s calling out your name but you ignore him. he’s sure. your hearing isn't that bad. and fuck because it’s raining and you’re too stubborn to stop and so is he so he ends up running after you, both of you soaked to the bone because it’s quite heavy and he thinks you find solace in it since it can mask your tears.

the intersection where the both of you meet before school starts because the diner you like is just around the corner—that’s where he catches up to you. eita’s fingers connect around your wrist and you try to yank it away but it’s no use.

“let go of me.”

the rain’s pouring all around you and your voice isn’t even clear but eita can’t let you go. not when he knows he’s guilty of leaving you alone when he shouldn’t have. all because of his stupid pride.

maybe he should’ve listened to you.

is that what you need? distraction?

it’s simple and complicated both at the same time. eita doesn’t care about your small crushes and fleeting flings, but why does he care so much back there, when he saw you with shiro like that?

before he knows it, his hand is pulling you in by the back of your neck, his lips on yours and it’s so much better than he imagined. yeah, he’s imagined what it’d be like to kiss you recently, for some reason. and you must really need the distraction, because you’re kissing him back.

“what was that for?” you ask, breathily, foreheads pressing together as your fingers fist at his shirt.

it takes everything in eita to pull away, not that it’s because he has any form of self control when it comes to these things, but partly because of the rain and partly because of the conscious fact that you’re one of his best friends and that until tonight, he never thought he’d actually ever cross a line with you.

eita ignores your question because it’s too tempting not to. “let’s get out of this rain, it’s all your fucking fault,” eita murmurs, though his strong words are cancelled out by his hands around yours as he walks with you in the direction back to the dorms.

“here.” eita tosses you one of his clean jerseys, the one he wears for the national team. you once told him that’s your favourite one. you always steal his shit. “i need that for my next game though, so don’t stash that away.”

you snort, “didn’t know you realised.”

eita looks at you from over his shoulder, white hair matted against his face, a squinted stare as he deadpans at you. “of course i did, you stole three jerseys and one windbreaker.”

just like you are when you’re around him, eita realises you’re so shameless, your grin lighting up your face. “and you let me.” because you of all people know he always asks for his jerseys back, especially after all his random dates try to wear it and never return it. (he’s already gotten in trouble for that with his coach once.)

do you even know what you’re doing? eita thinks you don’t. it’s just the way you are, it’s how you act—this is all natural to you, not forced.

his gaze falls to your bare skin not concealed by your crop top, to your legs under that pleated skirt. thank fuck he didn’t let you get too carried away with shiro.

“change and then get out,” eita tells you, pulling his shirt over his head. he doesn’t think he can stand another minute with you here looking like that; hair a mess, soaked top to bottom, makeup slightly smudged and yet still looking like a fucking vision.

it’s very annoying, actually.

why’d he have to insist on making friends with you that day?

“mean,” you mumble, and eita ignores you. because you need to get out of here, and fast, before he regresses to fifteen minutes ago when he couldn’t control himself. and you’re like a spoiled brat, purposefully saying shit that you know will get under his skin. “hm, maybe i’ll ask shiro if he’s still at the club.”

shit like that.

“are you—” but the moment eita turns around, you’re suppressing a grin. stupid, just trying to rile him up. but it’s not like you won’t go looking for it—distractions. you will. you’ll look for bad news because that’s what you need right now.

he gives up. he gives up on trying to play the role of a good friend. you’re testing his limits and it turns out they’re not really that high. and lucky for you, he’s always found you pretty. you’re so fucking pretty and you’re interesting, even with the way you’re inching closer to him right now.

“fuck, you’re too much,” eita murmurs under his breath, the last of his will being stripped away. he’s already letting his hands pull you closer.

“i can always find someone else,” you whisper, both of you avoiding each other’s gaze.

“don’t you dare.” no, eita doesn’t want that. fuck, why doesn’t he want to share? he uses his fingers to tip your chin up, searching your eyes for the answers he already knows. “you wanna forget, y/n?”

you nod, the recollection of everything that’s happened within the past few months already threatening to make the tears fall. but eita catches you before they do, because he knows you’re so stubborn that you’d rather hold everything back than let them out, even if it’s him.

“just physical, ‘kay?”

eita nearly scoffs, but his tongue is too busy to let him. “yeah yeah, if you end up falling for real i’ll kill you,” he says, in between kisses, both of you ending up on the bed, eita hovering over your body as he marks your neck.

“don’t worry, you won’t have to.”

maybe it’s the fact that he never thought that he’d ever touch you like this, make out with you in his room, that he’s already hard as a rock even without doing anything yet. his mouth travels downward—neck, collarbone, chest—and your moans only get louder.

there’s a way that your voice makes him excited more than he usually is, the way your chest is heaving that urges him to devour you right then and there. his hands travel down to your thighs, pulling them apart, and the way your head pops up to look at him when his lips press kisses on your thigh—those sweet, innocent eyes—makes him pause.

“you’ve never done it before?” eita asks, softer in comparison to the loudness of the rainstorm outside.

and the moment you hesitantly shake your head, eita feels his heart beating faster in his chest. yeah, definitely a good idea to have taken you away from shiro. he swallows the lump in his throat, the idea that he’ll be your first seems strangely enticing.

it’s not surprising to him though, considering you’ve never had a boyfriend since he’s known you, and with the way you’re so stiff, anyone can tell.

eita’s hands smoothly caress your skin as he gets up, looking over your body once. “tell me if you ever want me to stop,” he tells you, hands travelling underneath your top, slowly lifting it up and off of you, your face tilted to the side, too awkward to look at him. you know he’s been with multiple girls—most of which you know are models and the like. it makes you a little self conscious of your own body, but eita doesn’t care. “look at me.”

you do, your eyes travelling to his face first, looking at the barely contained lust from behind his green irises. he’s already half naked, so you can see again now, just how toned he is, eyes shamelessly dragging over his form. but so is his, his hand now snaking up your thighs, pulling your skirt up over your stomach, the way you wear that bold lace lingerie driving him crazy.

wordlessly, you sit up on the edge of the bed, your boldness taking centre stage, fingers unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, the cunning in your eyes looking so, so attractive to him. you even know to pull a condom out of his pocket.

“i know you, otoya eita,” you whisper, and eita doesn’t doubt it. if anything, you’re probably the only person who knows him as well as you do. nobody else comes close.

he takes the condom from you, opening it with his teeth while you get rid of his boxers before handing it to you, a smirk on his face. “first lesson, innocent girl,” he says, a thumb caressing your cheek. “put it on for me.”

with a sneaky grin, you stick your tongue out, giving his tip a little kitten lick before anything else—what are you trying to do, give him a heart attack? eita can barely contain himself just looking at you like this; slightly wet and looking sexy as hell. fuck, he’s so fucked, he wants to know what it feels like to be inside of you so bad. a muffled groan rumbles in his throat, and you take that as a sign to lick a stripe up his length some more, making him throw his head back, taking the chance to roll the condom over his dick. his hand comes up to your hair and tugs on it, pulling you away.

“be a good girl and lie the fuck down, now,” he tells you, though it doesn’t matter since he pushes you down, immediately pulling your panties aside and relishing in how wet you are. soaking, and not from the rain. “nobody’s ever touched you there before, huh, y/n?” he wraps his arms under your thighs and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed.

eita’s breath is hot against your pussy, partially covered by the lace before he tugs it to the side again, kissing the area around it, watching as you clench around nothing. “e-eita, please—”

he snorts—you don’t even know what you want, do you? you just know that you can’t get rid of the frustration by yourself. no, because no matter how you’ve ever helped yourself in the past, if you ever did, eita’s going to make you feel a lot better. good enough to make you forget everything.

he’ll just give you a taste of your own medicine, giving your clit a quick little lick, watching as you squirm just from that alone. resigning, he pushes a finger inside you—just one, he doesn’t want to break you just yet—watching your face as your back arches, the pleasured moan that rolls off your tongue threatening to make him addicted. you’re so wet and so hot and you’re his best friend but fuck that, he wants you. physically. every. single. part of you.

you’re already wet enough, but his mouth lingers longer on your pussy, licking your folds and tasting every bit of you. he likes the way you moan his name, and the way your fingers grasp at the sheets and his hair. you’re a lot more addictive than any other girl he’s ever met and fuck if he’s going to let this be the one and only time he gets to have you.

eita pulls his finger out of you, lining his dick in front of your entrance, moving the hair away from your face. you’re all hot and bothered and he really wants to know what you look like when you’re getting fucked. probably better than anything he’s ever seen—in person or on video.

he leans down, hands on either side of you, silently begging you to just tell him to stop but you don’t. your hands only trace a trail down his chest and he can’t keep still anymore.

“fuck, can’t take it anymore,” he groans into your ear, body pressed on top of yours as he gently nibs on your lobe. “i’ll try to go slow, okay? but you’re so fucking hot like this i can’t promise it won’t hurt.”

“just do it, i don’t care, i need you,” you tell him, all rushed and muffled because both of you are at your wit’s end.

that’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s slowly pushing himself into you, groaning out your name as he feels your tight, gummy walls through the latex, your nails already digging into his back.

“you okay?” he asks, stilling for a moment.

“i’ll get used to it,” you tell him, feeling the burn from the stretch of your first time. “just fuck me already, please.”

shit-eating smirk on his face, he mocks you, white hair falling all over you, the messiness of it only making him look even more like bad news. he moves his hips achingly slow, watching every minor change in your expression, from the way your brows arch to the way you bite your lip.

“we’re alone in here, princess, don’t hide your sounds,” he tells you, a hint of condescension in his tone.

until tonight, you didn’t think you’d ever let him touch you like this, feel you this intimately. yet here he is, pushing your bra up and putting your nipple in his mouth while he fucks into you, tongue flicking at your perky bud, making you feel all sorts of things you’ve never experienced before.

and you listen to him, his name falling out your mouth more times tonight than it has since the time you’ve known him—his lips moving from your chest to your neck to your lips, hungry as if he absolutely needs to claim his territory on every part of you.

eita shifts so that he can look at all of you, watch as your breasts bounce as he thrusts in and out of you, watch as your slick coats the base of his dick as you beg him not to stop, as if he could. fuck, he could cum just like this but he doesn’t want it to end so soon. you’ve already creamed around him what, twice now? you’re sensitive, oh so sensitive, squirming at every slight movement, mewling uncontrollably as he pinches your clit, threatening to cum again when he turns you around, gets you on your knees, slapping your ass.

how the fuck is he supposed to fuck anybody else now when you’re the most perfect girl he’s ever seen?

you arch your back, propped up on your palms as you look over your shoulder at him, his hips still moving, controlling himself as he makes absolutely sure to savour this moment tonight.

but, like always, you always find a way to surprise him, mischief behind those eyes as you smirk at him; you smirk at him like you know how much he loves this.

“eita.” the way you say his name is so dangerous—like he’s caught in your web with no way out. “cum inside me?”

and just like that, he obeys, unintentionally, his body toppling on top of you, the weakest, guttural moan coming out of him ever as he feels you cumming at the same time too, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit, riding you through it.

fuck, he thinks as he looks at you under him, both of you wet from the rain or sweating, he can’t even tell, but what he knows is that he’s so, so fucked after what happened tonight.

shit, he wants more of you.

#bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #otoya x reader #otoya eita x reader #bllk smut #otoya eita smut #eita x reader #blue lock smut #otoya x you #otoya x y/n #bllk x you #bllk x y/n #otoya eita #૪ aeri’s fics !

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student-in-nightraven · 2 years

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Twst dorm leaders with an affectionate S/o

A/n: btw as for the minors basically everyone besides vil Idia Leona and malleus, this is not sexualising them it's just a fluffy scenerio

Riddle rosehearts

He is not used to affection at all so he's gonna be so shocked when you hug him for the first time my boy was confused he was like

"is there something you need?"

And your like "nah I'm just hugging you"

he's like "oh."

So he's very happy of course, plus he's touch starved (I mean who isn't in twst?)

"do you want me to stop?" "Oh no no it's fine I quite like it, I'm just not used to it is all" riddle said as he's faced reddened. After that hug he really liked faint wholesome touches here and there, such as hugging, headpats, high fives, hand pats (don't ask why i just see him patting your hand) etc. And when he does these often that means he feels safe around you since he only shows this side of him only to you, seven forbid ace and cater find out about this.

nah they lowkey saw riddle resting he's head on your shoulder with a happy look the face, they snickered and riddles head whipped so fast, then ofc they got the good ol' "off with your heads!" But overall he genuinely feels safe around you and absolutely loves having tea parties with only you.

Leona kingscholar

Okay so he's a smug bastard, so he acts all cocky when you show your "soft side" to him but on the inside he's over the moon. He loves how affectionate you are and how you show it tho ofc he'll never admit that.

"eh herbivore I'm always the one asleep on your lap didn't expect it to be the opposite"

"I don't even know how I managed to be sleepy before you but it is what it is" you said slowly dozing off

"yeah whatever, don't get your hopes up because this is a one time thing" he said coldly, you hummed as you drifted off. once he made your you were fast asleep he gently stroked your hair, his eyes filled with nothing but admiration

"I swear you have a love spell on me herbivore, it's annoying"

Azul ashengrotto

Like riddle he is touch starved, the only affection he received was from he's mama and no one else, so one day when you just go up to him and kiss his cheek his face goes wild red

"heheee look jade azul looks like goldfishie when he's maddd~" Floyd laughed at azul

"Fufufu indeed he does floyd~, dear prefect has quite a strong affect on him" Jade replied with a closed eye smile

"s-shut up! Both of you! Go back to your jobs otherwise I'm cutting off your salary!!" Azul screeched at them, the twins then backed off leaving you with a flushed octopus

"ahem..s-sorry dear prefect ahah.. it's just, you see I'm not very used to physical affection not that I don't enjoy it, no no it's quite the opposite"

"oh I see, well as long as I'm around you'll get used to it!" Azul smiled, satisfied with your answer as he hugged you and patted your back

"I have to go back now, i promise I'll make it up to you after we close the lounge"

"Ooo were gonna go to the aquarium right?"

"yes, since that's what you've been looking forward to, tho I don't understand why?-"

"it's okay azul you don't have to understand everything" azul scoffed at that comment but then patted your head and went back to doing he's work

Kalim AI-Alsim (I have no idea how to write he's name I'm sorry)

You guys are made for eachother like holy shit soulmates all the way, he loves affection, you love affection, perfect match. Jamil is so tired of y'all tho generally feel bad for him it always goes like this:

"KALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMM" you yell running to him

"S/OOOOOOO" he yells back also running to you with he's arms out ready to tackle you, then you both tackle eachother and end up falling on the floor, Jamil in the distance contemplating his entire life like

"why was I born?

Why did I have to see this?

what did I do to deserve this?"

But you two are too preoccupied yelling your guts out

Vil scho....yea hell no I am not even gonna try to write he's last name

Okay this can go one of two ways. 1. He loves the affection but wont necessarily show it or 2. He hates it and will poison you if you don't get tf off him right no-" yeah I'm just kidding that was a joke, he loves it, he isn't touch starved he gets a lot of attention, just not like genuine love so he appreciates the fact that you love him for who he actually is and not because he's popular and pretty, like Leona he'll never admit that outloud but he enjoyes it.

Vil was doing he's makeup Infront of the mirror when you entered his room waving at him from the mirror

"hello dear prefect how are you doing"

"oh I'm doing fine, what about you? Anything new?"

"I'm doing good as well, also not much, except for the fact that epel threw another fit about not wanting to wear the uniform" vil sighed as you laughed

"yeah you'll never get him to wear it that's for sure" you said as you kissed the crown of he's head, vil looked surprised for a moment but he's eyes softened as he continued doing the makeup, he'll never say it outloud but oh how much he loves those faint pecks on he's head

Idia shroud

(my favourite omg 💗😞)

He is the most. Touch starved person in NRC, forget malleus and riddle he takes the cherry on top, so imagine the first time you kiss he's cheek he's hair goes all pink and he's screeching like "AH PREFECT WHAT WHY DID YOU KISS ME?" Don't mind him it's not that he doesn't like it he's just never expirienced it, ever so he's covering his face with his hands while rocking back and forth breathing fast, almost like he's having an asthma attack or something- so when you manage to calm him down he apologises, you of course tell him it's nothing to be sorry of and you two move on, but not Idia, he was thinking of a way to make it up to you, so that's why he took 3 weeks of courage and managed to kiss you on the cheek but then vanished from existence, no one knows where he went, only ortho.

Malleus draconia

He loves you no questions needed, and I'm not really sure if he received any affection? I think he did from Lilia but who knows, what I do know is that when you peck he's lips for a split second he reboots, he's trying to process wtf just happened and then when it hits him it hits him like a train, so he's smiling like little kid Jimmy when he first gets he's bicycle, he asks if he can and kisses you back, the kiss lasting a bit longer, after you said your goodbyes my man was skipping to he's house, he was like a sunshine he was so happy he was like

"Lilia prefect and I shared a kiss"

"oh great that means you must get married now"

"oh really?"

The next day you woke up to the whole nrc being covered in your favourite flowers and you were questioning if this was a ceremony of your funeral or smth. But in all seriousness he loves you. And wants your hand in marriage. N o w .

The end

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #riddle x mc #riddle x yuu #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #leona x yuu #leona x mc #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader #azul x you #kalim x reader #vil x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #x reader #fluff

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httplilyyy · 1 year

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𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 | 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: shit just got real

warnings: descriptions of violence, knives, murder, character death, swearing, scream vi spoilers, bad writing

word count: 4.4k

a/n: dino nuggets…

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003. killer - crazy lixx

‘cause there’s a killer, a killer on the run.’

"Can we get these?" You asked, walking around the aisle to see Tara and Mindy looking at some food to buy.

"Absolutely not." Tara said, shaking her head from side to side.

"Why not?" You mumbled, looking at the item in your hand.

"Y/n, I'm not getting you dinosaur chicken nuggets." Tara said, walking into another aisle causing you and Mindy to follow after her.

"But- please." You huffed. “Mindy, back me up here.”

"I’m not getting involved in your little lovers quarrel." Mindy chuckled, holding up her hands in defence.

"I'll do whatever you want." You pleaded, placing the item under your arm so you could put your hands together as if you were going to pray.

"Fine." Tara muttered, finally giving up. “But you owe me one.”

"Yes!" You smiled, putting them in the shopping basket and fist bumping the air.

"You're a child." Tara said, reciprocating your smile.

“You love me though.” You grinned.

“Oh I am third wheeling so hard right now.” Mindy whispered to herself but you and Tara heard her.

“Oh, no, no, no.” Tara repeated.

“Okay, ouch.” You said, holding a hand to your chest. “No need to act as if I’m a common cold.”

“You know I didn't mean it like that.” Tara sighed.

“I didn't.” You sniffled, pretending to wipe away a tear. “You wound me.”

“Oh cheer up you big baby.” Mindy laughed, patting you on the back.

“Okay, you two. We need to get some food.” Tara said, chuckling at your antics.

“Yes, boss.” You said sending Tara a salute and Mindy gave her a thumbs up.

The three of you continued to get the food needed for later and with a small dent to your bank account you were making your way back to Tara’s apartment.

Chad had texted Mindy telling her that Anika had arrived but Ethan said he couldn't make it.

Finally walking up the mass amounts of stairs to Tara’s apartment, the younger Carpenter opened the locks on her front door and let the three of you in.

“Honey, I'm home.” You called out walking through the front door.

“Did you get the food?” Chad asked, standing up from the sofa.

“Oh hello, y/n. How was the trip to the store? I h-”

“Yeah, we got the food.” Tara cut you off, pushing you into the kitchen with her where Sam waited for you.

“What did you guys get?” Sam questioned, looking up from her phone before placing it on the counter beside her.

“Dino nuggets!” You said happily.

“Dino nuggets?” Sam repeated with a confused tone.

“Dino nuggets!” You said again, with even more excitement.

“You got dino nuggets?” Chad asked as he sprinted into the kitchen.

“Yeah!”

“Hell yeah!” Chad smiled, high fiving you.

“Did you get anything else?” Sam wondered, looking into the bags you placed on the counter.

“Of course, we’re not all children.” Tara said, directing the last part towards you.

“Okay, if you’re not going to help with the food please get out of the kitchen.” Sam said, pointing to the living room where Mindy and Anika were watching a random channel on tv.

“I’m the best chef in town.” You smiled, getting the necessary food out.

“Please try not to burn my apartment down, y/n.” Sam said sternly before going off to get something.

“I can’t promise anything.” You called out.

You pulled out a chopping board and washed some vegetables. As you were going to chop up the vegetables you wondered where all the knives were.

Looking around the kitchen, you tried to find something else to use but you came up short so you placed the vegetables in the fridge and pulled out some macaroni to make macaroni and cheese.

“I think you should get out of the city.” Tara spoke up suddenly.

“Huh?” You replied, confused as to why tara would say something like that.

“Y’know, considering what happened last time. I- I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to go.”

“Aww you do care about me.” You teased, looking at the younger Carpenter.

“Y/n, I’m being serious I-”

“I know, and I’m not going anywhere. Whether you like it or not.” You smiled.

The little moment between you and Tara was soon interrupted by Mindy gagging as she set up the table.

“Would you two just make out already?” Mindy said, continuing to set the table.

“Mindy, that’s so inappropriate, dude.” Chad huffed.

“Ooh, someone is jealous.” You whispered to Tara causing her to step on your foot.

“Ow.” You groaned, picking your foot up with your hands and hobbling around in the kitchen.

“Oh whatever.” Mindy said, waving her brother off as she walked into the kitchen.

“Here you go.” Sam said, placing down some cushions and blankets in front of Anika.

“Sam.” Mindy said.

“Yup?” Sam answered, walking into the kitchen.

“We don’t have to stay here.”

“Well, too bad. I insist. Safety in numbers.” Sam shrugged, getting a wine glass from on top of the fridge.

“This will be so fun.” Chad smiled as he too, walked into the kitchen. “A little slumber party with the core five!”

“That doesn’t even go.” You chuckled, leaning back against the counter.

“The core five?” Sam repeated.

“Yup.” Chad nodded, ignoring your comment.

“Did you just give us a nickname?” Tara wondered.

“Sure did.” Chad said. “I mean we’ve been through a lot together and it's a cool nickname.”

“That's debatable.” You said.

“That's extremely debatable.” Tara said, nodding towards you.

“You can’t just give yourself a nickname, dingus.” Mindy said.

“Oh of course I can, dingus. Because I just did.”

“Oh dear god.” You muttered.

“Core five, up top!” Chad said loudly, raising his hand in the air.

“No.” Mindy shook her head.

“Down low.”

“Get that away from me.” Tara deadpanned.

“Please for the love of god.” Chad exclaimed, holding his hand up to Sam

“Don’t do it.” Mindy chuckled.

“Y/n please.” Chad begged, fully turning to you.

“Tempting.” You teased.

“Y’know I’d actually like a little more respect from my fellow members of the core five.”

“Oh my god.” Mindy whined.

“Guys!” Anika called out from her spot on the sofa, where she turned up the tv. “What the hell?”

Everyone in the kitchen moved to the living room to see what Anika called out for. On the tv was a news reporter, talking about breaking news.

“Reviewing resources from inside the homicide division, the prime suspect is none other than Samantha Carpenter.” The news reporter said. “One of the survivors of the woodsboro killings in twenty twenty-two. Seen here attacking a woman on the street last night.”

A video was shown on the tv, the same one Bailey showed in the police station, of Sam pushing the girl who had thrown her drink at her.

“In the wake of the woodsboro tragedy last year, rumours sprouted online that Carpenter was actually responsible for the killings. Blaming the crimes on her boyfriend Richie Kirsch and teen Amber Freeman.”

As everyone watched, Sam scoffed to herself, grabbing the remote before turning the tv off. She trudged her way into the dining room and sat on a chair, desperate not to let the tears flow.

Tara watched her sister, contemplating on what to do before she sat down beside her. You, Chad, Mindy and Anika let the sisters talk, giving them the needed space.

“It just sucks being this hated.” Sam sighed, wiping away a tear that fell.

Upon hearing Sam say that, you felt a frown form on your face. Seeing Chad walk into the dining room, you and Mindy followed shortly after.

“Hey.” Chad said softly sitting on a chair in front of Tara whilst Mindy sat to his right and you sat between him and Tara. “Hey, just a reminder, not a single person in this room hates you. Okay, we have all been through some fucked up stuff, and we are coping with it differently. I mean we moved here together for one very specific reason. We’re a team.”

Sam smiled sadly at the boy, a tear falling from her eye, grateful for each of you.

“We are the core fucking five.” Mindy spoke up from beside her brother.

“Thank you!”

“I hate myself now.” Mindy laughed.

“I can't believe you said that.” You chuckled, shaking your head.

“Me either.”

“Core five!” Chad said, high fiving Mindy. “Tara, say it! C’mon you should say it.”

“Nope, I’m not gonna say it.” Tara shook her head as she laughed. “I mean, yes, we’re a team but-”

“Come on.”

“I’ve been sleeping with cute boy from across the hall.” Sam interrupted, looking up from the table, a worried look on her face.

A beat of silence went past, each of you staring at the older Carpenter until you all broke out into smiles and laughter.

“Boom!” Mindy said loudly, leaning back in her chair.

“I called it.” You shouted, tapping the table repeatedly.

“I fucking knew it.” Tara joined in. “I knew it, I knew it, I knew it.”

“Quinn owes me twenty bucks.” You smiled, fist bumping the air.

“You bet on me?” Sam questioned, her face lighting up with a smile.

“I mean c’mon-” You shrugged.

“I knew it since the day I saw you both talking.” Mindy pointed out.

“I feel like… we should high five or something.” Tara said once the laughter died down.

“Core five, high five!” Chad smiled, holding his hand out in the middle of the table.

“Don’t call it that, but we’ll do it.” Tara nodded, placing her hand against Chad’s. You added your hand next leading Mindy and Sam to follow suit.

Sam’s phone suddenly started to ring, causing you all to pull away. She pulled it out of her pocket, checking to see who it was but before she could take a glance at who it was, Tara had taken the phone from her.

An excited gasp left her lips as she held the phone out in front of her, showing that Danny was calling. Sam tried to take her phone back but Tara fended her off.

“No, Tara- don’t.” Sam said, trying to take her phone back.

“Hey, so what are your intentions?” Tara said, holding Sam’s phone to her ear as it kept ringing, pretending to talk to Danny.

You all let out loud laughs as Tara handed her sister’s phone back to her.

“No. It's fine. I'll call him back.” Sam said, pressing the red button- putting the phone down on him.

As the laughter died down once again, the five of you heard grunting coming from Quinns room. You let out a low ‘ooh’ through a chuckled breath as you tried not to cringe at the sounds.

“I'm so jealous.” You sighed, leaning back on your chair.

“Of Quinn?” Tara questioned, head tilting towards you.

“Uh, yeah.” You said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “She’s in there having sex-”

“Y/n!” Tara exclaimed.

“What?” You wondered, holding your hands up in defence.

“You and your bloody high sex drive.” Tara muttered to herself, shaking her head as she tried to fight off a smile.

Mindy and Chad laughed at the two of you whilst Sam sent a knowing look in your direction. The laughter, however, was cut off when each of you received a message at the same time.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you pulled out your phone and opened the message to see what it was. Your eyes widened as you looked at your screen, a photo, sent to you by Danny, showing Quinn getting attacked by Ghostface.

“I am definitely not jealous of her any more.” You mumbled to yourself, gaining a smack on the arm from Tara as she shot out of her seat along with the rest of you.

Tara rushed to open Quinns door but you took a hold of her arm and pulled her back into you and away from the door. You all stood, watching the door waiting for something to happen. The sound of Quinn screaming filled the apartment until she stopped.

“Run.” Mindy said as the apartment went quiet.

The door was slammed open, Quinn’s body being shoved towards you. Quinn’s body landed on Anika causing her to fall to the ground screaming. Mindy and Sam went to help Anika but you pushed Tara towards the front door.

Chad took a hold of both yours and Tara’s arms, pulling you out of the apartment but before you could go down the stairs you slipped out of Chad’s grip.

“Y/n?” Tara questioned, her voice straining as she tried not to cry.

“Go, I’ll be right behind you.” You said, with a small smile before running back into the apartment.

“Y/n, what? No!”

You stood at the door, watching as Ghostface plunged their knife into Anika’s stomach. You soon realise what a stupid mistake you made by going back but you couldn't leave now, especially seeing your friends in danger.

Using up all of your superhero complex, you rushed forward and tackled the Ghostface to the ground. Luckily they had pulled their knife out of Anika so she didn’t sustain any more damage.

“Hey fuckface.” You grunted, getting on top of them and punching them in the face.

As you raised your arm back up to punch them again, they pressed their knife into your abdomen causing you to reel back in pain.

Sam pulled you up from the floor and kicked the Ghostface back down but they got up twice as fast. As you were running to the front door, the Ghostface slammed it shut before you had a chance to escape.

You helped Mindy with Anika and you ran into Quinn’s room, Sam hot on your tail as she closed the door just as the Ghostface swiped their knife at her.

Anika and Mindy sat on the bed trying to control the bleeding coming from their wounds. You stood up, pressing a hand into your side as you watched as Sam held the door closed.

Sam turned around and saw that the bathroom door was still open, she whispered for you to go close it. You gave her a small nod and as you were about to close the door, the Ghostface popped up in front of you.

“Shit!” You exclaimed, kicking your foot into their stomach, making them tumble back which gave you just enough time to close the door. They didn’t give up though, continuing to kick and barge into the door in hopes of it opening.

“Sam! A hand please?” You yelled, trying to hold the door closed as well as put pressure on your wound.

The older girl gave you a nod and instructed Mindy to help her with moving a drawer to hold the door. You moved out of the way and the drawer took your place against the door.

Using all your weight, you leaned against the drawer as the Ghostface was still kicking the door down.

Sam rushed over to the window when she noticed Danny yelling at her from his apartment. She opened the window and looked down, now realising how high up you all were.

Danny grabbed a ladder from his room and pushed it through his window and over to Sam.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Sam shouted incredulously.

“Do you have a better idea?” Danny replied.

“Fuck! No.” Sam said, grabbing one end of the ladder and making sure it was secure on her end.

“You have to come one at a time.”

“You go first!” Sam said, turning around to you three. “Y/n!”

“No chance, Sam. I need to hold the door.” You said, motioning behind you as the Ghostface kept kicking the door.

“But-”

“Sam, go!” You shouted. “I’ll get Mindy and Anika to go next.”

Sam contemplated for a while before she made her way onto the ladder. After many reassuring words from Danny, she made it to the other side.

“Guys, come on!” Sam and Danny yelled from his apartment.

“You have to go first.” Mindy said, tears welling up in her eyes as she helped Anika move closer to the window.

“I can’t.” Anika sobbed, holding onto her stomach.

“Look at me, you have to go.” Mindy said, now fully crying too. “You have to go!”

“No, Mindy, No! I’ll be right behind you. I promise.”

Mindy gave you a look, one of uncertainty and you replied with a reassuring nod and a smile before she gave Anika a kiss. After the short but sweet moment between her and Anika, Mindy made her way across the ladder too.

“This asshole just won’t stop.” You huffed, using more weight to hold the drawer against the door. “Anika. I need you to get ready.”

“No, Y/n.” Anika sobbed. “You go next, you’re hurt enough already.”

“So are you, I’ll be fine.” You said, tears forming in your eyes. “I’ve been through this before, you’ve got to go next.”

“Please, y/n, go next. I won’t go until you do.”

You exhaled shakily, moving away from the door, pushing the drawer into a more secure position before you made your way to the window.

“You follow straight behind me alright.” You said, holding Anika’s hand.

With a nod from Anika you crawled onto the ladder. It shook from side to side but you didn’t stop, not wanting to, afraid that you might fall.

You were pulled into Danny’s apartment and all you had to do now was wait for Anika to cross. You sat yourself down, leaning your back against a wall as you held a hand to your side, the pain sending shocks up your spine.

You could hear your friends screaming for Anika, telling her that she could make it, that she would be okay but then they went silent.

Popping your head up in question, you saw the frantic look on Mindy’s face, a sign telling you that something was wrong.

“Anika, you have to move now!” Mindy yelled to her girlfriend who looked over her own shoulder, seeing that the Ghostface was right by the window.

The Ghostface placed their knife on the windowsill before they took a hold of the ladder and started to shake it violently.

“I don’t want to die.” Anika cried as she tried to make her way across.

Sam reached her hand out and just as Anika could take a hold of it, she slipped through her fingers and off the ladder, falling to the floor.

Then there was silence.

“Hey, uh guys.” You muttered, seeing blood seep through your fingers as you pressed on your wound. “I think I may be bleeding out here.”

“Oh shit.” Sam said as she turned to face you, seeing how pale you looked.

Sam helped you up from the floor, placing an arm around your waist as she guided you down the stairs. Danny and Mindy followed closely behind, the four of you walking in silence, still not believing what just happened.

As you were brought onto the street you were met with flashing lights and sirens. You were quickly taken away by an EMT and to an ambulance where they helped stitch you back up.

Sam and Danny stood beside you and Mindy was being tended to by another EMT. After you were all patched up you sat at the back of the ambulance beside Mindy as Sam and Danny went off to find Chad and Tara.

You felt Mindy rest her head on your shoulder, a sigh falling from her lips as the exhaustion caught up to her.

“Y/n!” Tara said loudly as she rounded the back of the ambulance, coming face to face with you and Mindy.

“Hey.” You smiled tiredly.

“I’ll leave you two to it.” Mindy said softly, patting you on the thigh before going off to find her brother.

“Are you out of your mind!?” Tara exclaimed, running a hand through her hair. “You just ran straight towards danger for no reason!”

“Well- I- uh- I thought that I could help your sister?” You replied not looking into her eyes, picking at the skin of your fingers. “And I knew that you were safe because you were outside the apartment and-”

“What were you thinking!”

“Um, nothing? I guess.”

“You really are so stupid! I could’ve lost you!”

“But you didn’t.”

“That's not the point!”

“I was stupid okay! I know.” You said, raising your voice as you stood up.

“You need to stop putting yourself in danger!”

“I wasn’t thinking but I did it for you! I know how much you love Sam and I know that you would’ve been heartbroken if anything happened to her and I-”

“Y/n,” Tara said, calming down as tears brimmed her eyes, “just promise me not to do something like that again.”

“I can’t.” You said, smiling sadly. “You know I can't, Tara.”

“I hate you.” Tara mumbled.

“No you don’t.” You chuckled, pulling the younger Carpenter into a much needed hug.

You gritted your teeth and tried to push through the pain as Tara hugged you but you let out a small groan causing Tara to pull back with a confused face.

“What was that?” Tara asked, looking over your body for injuries and her eyes focused on the blood staining your top. “Y/n!”

“I’m fine! I promise.” You tried but Tara was having none of it.

“Show me.”

“It’s bandaged up-” You said but Tara tugged on the bottom of your shirt, lifting it up to see your stomach. “-oh okay.”

“Jesus, if Ghostface doesn’t kill you, I will.”

“I got a hit in, atleast.” You said, the corners of your mouth tilting upwards.

“You’re lucky I won't hit you.”

The two of you continued to talk to each other, throwing in occasional silly insults here and there, till you both heard some commotion coming from Chad and Ethan.

You both stood up, watching as Chad grabbed Ethan’s collar and slammed him against a nearby car.

“Woah, that does not look good.” You muttered, walking over to Mindy with Tara as she watched her brother with Ethan.

“Where were you?” Chad questioned, a harsh tone laced in his voice.

“What? When?” Ethan stuttered.

“Last night!”

“I-I had econ!” Ethan stammered as Chad pushed him harder into the car. “You know this.”

“Bullshit, man! You disappear and my sister almost gets killed.”

“Dude,” Ethan said, raising his hands up, “I was in a study hall with a hundred other people, you can ask any of them.”

“Fuck, man.” Chad scoffed, letting go of Ethan reluctantly before he walked over back to you, Mindy and Tara, giving one last glare at Ethan.

“Oh my God.” Ethan uttered, noticing a body bag. “Who?”

“Anika and Quinn.” Chad sighed.

“Mindy I’m so sorry-”

“Step the fuck back.” She snapped, causing Ethan to take a step back with an apologetic look on his face, but she didn’t care. “You’re at the top of my list.”

“I had econ!”

“Y’know I got stabbed too.” You voiced, standing up to look at the boy.

“Y-you did?”

“Yeah, and I got a pretty decent hit in, right across their cheek.” You said, slowly walking closer to Ethan. “And I don't know if it is just me but your eye is looking a little bruised.”

“It must be the lighting?”

“Hmm.” You shrugged, not looking convinced. “Must be.”

From behind you, Tara looked to her right seeing Bailey stumbling out of the apartment complex, tears falling from his eyes.

“I’m gonna be right back.” Tara said quietly.

“Where are you going?” You asked, seeing Tara walk up to you and taking a hold of your hand. “Correction, where are we going?”

You followed Tara as she walked over to her sister and Bailey, the man having tears flow down his cheeks.

“I’m really sorry about Quinn.” Tara said apologetically, a sorrowful look on her face.

“Thank you.” Bailey said, nodding his head before looking down to the ground. Sam placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, causing him to cry even more. “Both my kids are gone… my whole family’s gone.”

You were not quite sure what to do, not being close to the man so you stood there in silence, interlocking your fingers with Tara’s and rocking backwards and forwards on your feet.

“They took me off the case, but I'm not gonna stop until I find him.” Bailey said, wiping the tears from his eyes. “You fuck with my family, you die.”

“Agreed.” Sam nodded.

“Hey.” You turned around, hearing Gale run up to the three of you. “You okay? I came as soon as I heard.”

“Gale, I swear to God-” Sam snapped, shaking her head as she looked at the older woman.

“Truce, okay? I-I’m here for whatever you need.” Gale said, placing a hand over her heart to show she was being serious.

“Yeah, okay, nice try.” Sam scoffed.

“Really, I am!” Gale said before she sighed and loosened her posture. “Okay, fine, off the record, okay?”

“Okay, thank you.” Sam said reluctantly, a heavy sigh falling from her lips.

Gale then turned to You and Tara with an apologetic look on her face. You gave the older woman a small nod and a smile but didn’t say anything.

“I’m sorry I punched you.” Tara said.

“No you’re not.” Gale smiled, shaking her head.

“I’m not.” Tara replied, a smile taking form on her face.

“You’re the cop right?” Gale asked, turning to face Bailey as the man gave her a nod, listening to what she had to say next. “I did some digging on your first two victims and I found something. I know where the masks are coming from.”

“Show me.” Bailey said, taking a step forward.

“Ladies.” Kriby’s voice was heard causing you to watch as the woman walked up to you five.

“Kirby?” Gale questioned, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Gale.” Kirby smiled, giving the reporter a smile.

“She’s with the fbi.” Sam informed.

“She’s a child, when did they start letting children into the fbi?” Gale asked with a confused look on her face.

“I’m thirty” Kirby stated.

“Well you look like a zygote.”

“I have a gun, Gale.” Kirby said, pulling her jacket back to reveal her gun.

“Okay, fine.” Gale sighed. “You’re gonna want to see this too.”

#tara carpenter #tara carpenter imagine #tara carpenter imagines #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega imagine #jenna ortega imagines #scream vi #scream 6 #scream

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dogstarmoonheart · 9 months

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Im pissed here ⬇️ This is a rant made mid-rage

written after an encounter with one of those bloggers who hate everything that isn’t canon and dislikes Wolfstar and throws up from the thought of Jegulus (?).

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First of all, there are a lot of tropes I don't really like and that I don't take part of. I, for one, like my Lupin awkward and scrawny, not like a cool casanova. I struggle to see the beauty of making Regulus all soft and dovy, as his personality from the start has been based on the fact that he's cold, hurt and uptight. I have never read Y/N as I feel conflicted with the arrangement. WITH THAT SAID, I feel no bloody need to point out, complain or talk poorly about those who do enjoy these things.

I'm a big jily fan. I was 13 (isch??) when I entered the fandom and back then “jegulus” wasn’t a thing. (I've grown to enjoy the "jegulus ship" though, and some of my favorite fics are jegulus-centered.)

I get people being like:

“huh jegulus? how would that even???”

and I also get people who hold onto jily like a life jacket.

BUT for the love of the gods, that doesn't mean people need to be such c*nts.

“This fandom has gotten out of hand”

“I don’t like it when people make ships that aren’t canon” (????? why are you here then?????)

and also people who are so butt-hurt bc. of adaptions and interpretations, like??? what do you think a fandom does???

“That character would never act like that” DO YOU FUCKING KNOW THEM PERSONALLY??

“that’s not realistic at all” your mom’s not realistic at all.

“rosekiller is so offensive” YOU ARE OFFENSIVE

you’re literally 40 go AWAY.

If you want it to be 100% accurate to the books, read. the. fucking. books??????

I’m not speaking for those who change a character to unrecognition, but I stumble upon people who are still mad about Wolfstar??? And it pisses me off dawg. It pisses me off.

Don’t attack people who enjoy non-canon queerness or a cool Remus Lupin or (gods forbid) a kind ratboy (you know he’s my everything)

Kindly piss off Karen (of course not if ur lovely, and happen to be named Karen, you stay right where you are <3)

Sorry, I had to get that out of mi system. Just think it’s bollocks that people can’t just sit back and shut up.

FYI: This house (blog) is safe to all and I hope ye kno’ that nasty hags are just hiding their weird ass values behind the statement “it’s not canon”. They themselves are mucky. They are a bad joke with a borin' punchline ;)

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I wanted to share this cuz even if it might not make complete sense (as I wrote it in fury at 3 am) it’s a good enough reminder that yeh should stay gay, stay loud, and keep making old angry people mad. Ship weird shit and idk..make James an emo just to piss somebody off, who gives a shit.

kisses my sweets

#the marauders #marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #lily evans #james potter #peter pettigrew #jily #wolfstar #jegulus

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spaceagebachelormann · 1 year

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Okay so Xavier meeting the reader who is Wednesday’s friend and he thinks she’s intimidating but she’s actually the opposite of Wednesday and really sweet and nice and he just falls for her on the spot?

Idk what else to put with this idea

intimidating

pairing: xavier thorpe x fem reader

warnings: splinters, xavier shit talking reader, reader is kinda weird, swearing

summary: xavier falls in love with an unexpected person

intimidating pt 2

masterlist

“Who are we waiting for?” Xavier groaned from his spot on the grass.

Wednesday glared up at him, indicating that if he asked one more time, she would snap him in half, and he didn’t doubt if she could or not for a moment.

“I’ve only told you 6 times.” She grumbled, still staring him down, “Y/N. My friend, who you seem to have a discomfort for.”

Xavier glared back, “Of course I have a discomfort for her! She’s creepy and always stares at me in class. Scratch creepy, she is terrifying.”

He had never really like you. Everytime he glanced at you, you were already staring. You were also freakishly smart, and overly smart people are always secretly insane. It didn’t help that you had a resting bitch face, so that also made you intimating.

Enid nodded in agreement. “Yeah, she does always stare at him. It’s weird.”

“That just means she admires you. It’s a compliment, really.” Wednesday said, turning her attention from Xavier to the book in front of her.

Enid frowned.

“Wait, you invited Y/N even though Xavier doesn’t feel comfortable with her?” Her frown turned into a scowl, and she added “That’s not a very good move, Wednesday. I don’t think you should have done that.”

“I don’t think I care.”

Xavier nodded at Enid, “Thanks for trying.”

Enid smiled.

“However,” the raven haired girl began, “I do agree. Y/N is never late, not to anything. Maybe I shouldn’t have invited her this time.”

Xavier began to nod, but a voice distracted him.

“I’m here!” The voice called, falling out of a tall tree.

You sat up, and hissed in pain, because there was multiple splinters all over your body.

“I’m sorry, I was busy.” You apologized, slumping in between Enid and Xavier.

Enid couldn’t sit still with your condition, she began to tend to your wounds as Xavier not so subtly scooted away from you.

“It’s fine. Do you know why I asked you to come here?” Wednesday asked, putting her full attention on you.

You shook your head, mindlessly smiling.

“I need your help to catch a hyde. Your parents used to work with them, correct?”

You grinned at your friend.

“Yes! Thank you for remembering, everyone always forgets and just acts like they’re as insane as I am.”

You were unaware of the fact you were just proving Xaviers theory of smart people being crazy criminal masterminds.

“That’s so cool! Do you know anything about catching them?” Enid cut in, giving you a big grin.

“Well, I can remember some things. For example, they..” You trailed off as your eyes landed on Xavier.

Wednesday cleared her throat. “Is something wrong?”

You smiled at the boy across from you. “Xavier Thorpe, right? I’ve been meaning to tell you for weeks now, I absolutely adore your shoes! Where did you get them from?”

Okay, Xavier thought, maybe she’s really not as bad as I assumed she was. But, he knew he couldn’t be sure just yet.

He blushed. “Uh, thanks. I have an extra pair if you want them. I ordered them, like, four sizes too small.”

You turned your attention back to Wednesday, after smiling at Xavier once more and thanking him. “You were saying?”

Enid awkwardly laughed, “Actually, you were talking.”

“Oh, yes! I was! For example, they absolutely love the smell of meat, obviously. If you were going to capture one, it’s better to do it in a wide and open space, so you have room to run away if needed. However, running away would only work if the trees were thick. So, it would be hard to find a good spot.” You smiled at the group thoughtfully, taking in Enid and Xaviers shocked expressions, and Wednesdays neutral one.

“Y/N,” Wednesday said, “I need a favour.”

And now, you were standing alone, waiting for the three of them. Wednesday had told you to meet her by the statue of Edgar Allan Poe. As usual, you hadn’t been given very many details of why. All you knew was that she needed your help.

From the very few details you were given, you knew that they needed your help to find out where the hyde was hiding. Their current idea was an old abandoned house.

It was exactly 10:30 PM, the time you had agreed on meeting.

A few minutes continued to pass, and they still weren’t there.

You had begun to get worried.

Until, you spun around and saw Enid, Wednesday, and Xavier walking towards you.

“Sorry, Enid decided to paint her nails again. In her mind, it seemed like a great idea.” Wednesday apologized.

“Well, they looked atrocious! I had to do something!” Enid defended, crossing her arms defensively.

You gave a joyful laugh, the noise causing Xaviers cheeks to slightly flush.

“It’s alright! I’m just glad you’re here now.” You said to them all, eye lingering on Xavier for a moment, just long enough to see his pink cheeks.

Since your last meeting, Xavier had fallen for you. At first, he had thought you were like Wednesday, cool, calm, and intimidating. But, you had proved him wrong. You were sweet, and nice. He liked that.

And now, he got to explore an old house with you.

10/10 first time hanging out.

Good for him.

#mars writing 🧈#xavier thorpe #wednesday show #xavier thorpe x reader #cherry ☀️

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carlsainz · 1 year

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𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊

summary: you and luca are best friends but are always acting like a married couple. could it mean something more? pairing: luca fantilli x reader requested: yes a/n: here i am shaking as i post this one. i really hope you like it and please remember you can request blurbs!! not proofread warnings: cursing word count: 2,4k lowercase intended.

“i once believed love would be burning red

but it's golden

like daylight”

daylight, taylor swift.

lulu 🧚🏻‍♀️

i don’t care if it’s 2am, i’m lonely, come watch a movie

you looked at luca’s text as if you were hallucinating or still dreaming. looking at the clock, you could see it was literally 2am. he’s lost all his senses, you thought.

sitting down and drinking some water from the cup on your nightstand, you finally felt awake enough to understand the world around you. your best friend had sent at least 30 “hey” before sending the last message and you couldn’t believe he woke you up for that.

dude are you crazy?

lulu 🧚🏻‍♀️

wtf

why

it’s 2am and i was SLEEPING

lulu 🧚🏻‍♀️

i don’t care, come watch a movie

where’s adam?

lulu 🧚🏻‍♀️

no idea dude

dont you have practice in the morning?

lulu 🧚🏻‍♀️

day off

i fucking hate you

lulu 🧚🏻‍♀️

no you don’t

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it was a picture of him laying down and blowing you a kiss. he was lucky you loved him. you got up and threw on a hoodie over your pajamas, but of course the hoodie was luca’s. silently, you snuck out the apartment you shared with your friends and closed the door behind you.

yawning, you quickly made your way out of the building and got into your car, starting the engine and heading to luca’s. it didn’t take long for you to arrive and soon you were knocking on his door.

“it’s open,” was the muffled sound that came behind the door.

opening the door and closing it behind you, you could see his content smile to see you there.

“hey bubba,” you said, taking off your shoes and laying by his side.

luca immediately snuggled you close, smelling the scent of your hair and humming.

“stop it, you look like a child.”

“i can’t help it, your hair smells so good.”

“whatever,” you uttered. “what are we watching?”

“oh, about this,” luca started and you looked at his face. “i lied, there’s no movie, just cuddles.”

“i’m gonna kill you right here, i can’t believe you made me come here at 2am for cuddles, luca giulio.”

“damn not this again,” he whispered. “i just miss my best friend, that’s not a crime.”

“it wouldn’t be if we haven’t seen each other in a while but we were together the whole afternoon!”

“okay i’m guilty.”

“i don’t know why we’re still friends.”

despite saying that, you got closer to him and intertwined your legs together like you always do. luca kissed your forehead and you started running your fingers through his hair. soon, you drifted off to sleep and only woke up the next morning hearing giggles.

groaning, you snuggled even closer to luca, that immediately and unconsciously brought you closer to him and the giggles were higher.

“look how they look like a couple,” someone said.

more giggles. “at this point they can’t even hide anymore.”

“hide what, you bunch of idiots?” your voice was muffled and sleepy.

“shit, we woke her up,” you could recognize rutger’s voice.

carefully turning around, you saw him, adam and johnny sitting on adam’s bed staring at you and luca. “you’re all very weird.”

“and you and luca are dating.”

“no we’re not.”

“keep lying and we’ll keep pretending to believe.”

“listen here, you little shit-“ you started but stopped as soon as you felt luca’s face on the crook of your neck.

“what’s going on?” he asked, voice hoarse. you felt shivers on your whole body but tried to hide it.

“these idiots were staring at us while we slept.”

luca opened his eyes and made a disgusted noise. “get out of here, all of you.”

“that’s my room too,” adam protested.

“i don’t care,” luca retorted.

“get out,” you said.

johnny giggled and said “the lovey doveys want to spend more time alone.”

“shut your mouth druskinis.”

while they said something, you were completely static at what luca just whispered “it wouldn’t be too bad if we were dating.”

you pretend he didn’t say anything and kept acting normal.

until a week passed and you were once again cuddling with luca. after a huge win, everyone was out celebrating but you and your best friend decided to stay at his dorm to start watching daisy jones and the six.

halfway through the second episode, you couldn’t stop thinking and hit pause on the remote. looking up, you could see luca’s questioning face.

“what happened?”

you sighed, sat down and just spilled the thought that was consuming you. “do you ever think what would be like if we just kissed?”

he just stared at you for a whole minute and you could feel your face burning with shame. “you know what, never mind.”

“no, wait,” he held your chin and grinned. “do you wanna kiss me?”

you rolled your eyes but mumbled “yeah.”

the smile he opened was one of the biggest you’ve seen yet and he just whispered “c’mere.”

you bent down, focusing only on his face and when your noses were touching, you stopped. both of you smiled and you could feel luca’s hand going straight to your hair, while the other caressed your cheek.

he angled your head so your lips could finally touch. the chemistry was absurd from the first second of it, your movements simply fitting together like you’ve been doing that forever. you felt luca’s smile before he deepened the kiss and you adjusted yourself so it could be more comfortable, and that meant on top of your best friend.

you kissed and kissed and it was like time stopped for both of you, it was your moment. it just felt right, like every cliche book you’ve ever read and dreamed about.

when the air felt needed and you had to break the kiss, it was like bursting a bubble. you came back to the real world and realized you were straddling luca, your best friend, and his hands were on your hips.

“wow that was-“ you started laughing.

“i know,” he smiled. “we should do that again some time.”

and so you did. after practices and games, at parties, during study sessions, watching movies. everything was an excuse to make out and you weren’t complaining. of course no one knew about that, it was your little secret, but the boys were already betting, not knowing what was happening, when you two would reveal the relationship.

after relaxing weeks, you started getting a lot of work to do and could barely see luca and the boys and even attended their games. one day, luca was missing you so bad he decided to go to your apartment just to scroll through his phone while you did your things.

opening the door with his spare key, he saw daisy, one of your friends and she just waved, already used to him being around.

“hey where’s y/n/n?”

“on her bedroom,” daisy replied. “it would be good if you could make her eat something, she's been there since she came back from class in the morning.”

luca nodded and went to your bedroom. before he opened the door, he could already tell something was wrong. he heard you sniffling and was hit with a wave of worry.

when you noticed him inside your bedroom, you tried to wipe your tears and force a smile.

“hi lulu, what are you doing here?”

“what’s wrong, princess?” he cooed and closed the door behind him, going to sit by your side on the floor.

with that, you started violently crying and luca wrapped his arms around you. all the time he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear, trying to calm you down and he did that until you stopped shaking and crying.

“do you wanna talk about this?” he asked.

you sighed and held him closer. “i- i just have so much work from school, i’m not dealing very well and think i need help.”

“lemme see,” he mumbled, reaching for one of your books and reading its content. “i’m pretty sure steve can help you, your major is the same and he’s almost done.”

“but i don’t wanna disturb him.”

“i promise you won’t, he loves helping everyone study and he already said you’re like his younger sister.”

you felt your heart warming. “really?”

he just hummed against your hair and kissed your head. “feeling better now?”

“yeah, thanks lulu.”

he softly laughed and held your head between his hands. “you look so cute with this red nose,” he said, kissing said nose.

“stop, i must be terrible right now,” you laughed too.

“nah you look just fine,” he kissed both of your cheeks before giving you a quick kiss. “do you wanna eat something?”

“i’m not hungry but i suppose i should.”

“yes ma’am,” he responded. “what about you pack all your books and put something on your laptop so we can watch?”

“even gravity falls?”

“especially gravity falls.”

“you’re the best,” you said.

“i know i am,” he gave you a smug smile and a quick peck before getting up and heading to the kitchen.

you did as he said and waited on your bed, even though he was taking longer than you had expected. when you were almost napping, he opened the door and laid down with you.

“where’s my food?” you pouted.

“what do you think about sushi?”

“the answer is always yes, lulu,” you responded. “but what were you doing that took you so long?”

“i was just doing the dishes, i know it was your day so i wanted to help.”

“i love you so much, fantilli,” you said before you could think. it wasn’t like you haven’t said that before, it just felt… different this time.

meanwhile, luca felt his heart beating faster than ever but couldn’t understand why.

“damn thanks buddy,” he replied and you just pulled his hair playfully.

you laughed and he unlocked his phone to order your food. it was a great night and he was beside you the whole time, helping you to feel better. he even texted stevie while you weren’t looking to ask for his help, to which he promptly responded he could give you as much help as he could.

it was on a random afternoon that you realized you had fallen in love with your best friend. you were on your daily run, listening to taylor swift, when you paid attention to daylight’s lyrics. the realization made you suddenly stop in the middle of the sidewalk while you stared at the sunset with shades of golden.

of course you had dated other boys before, but never really loved them, just heard about this feeling. in the books you’ve read, love was always something that burned, consuming the characters, until they were full of it. but what you felt was really different.

your love for luca started small, like a seed, and it’s been growing every single day with his actions; he earned it. you realized that love was now a full grown sunflower, golden as the daylight shone through its petals. perhaps taylor wasn’t wrong when she said love was golden like daylight.

you followed your way home and started getting ready for luca’s game. with his jersey on, you and your friends headed to yost and sat close to the boards.

during warmups, you saw luca looking around the arena until he saw you. he opened a big smile and skated towards you, playing with a puck. luca grimaced, making you laugh and then threw you the puck. before he skated to where the rest of the boys were, he blew you a kiss and you blushed very hard, sending a kiss back.

your friends just laughed. “so when’s the marriage?” lucy asked.

“oh shut up lucy,” you blushed harder and started distracting yourself on the phone.

it was working until some girls started whispering behind you and you could only hear “yeah, she’s luca’s girlfriend” followed by “shut up, she’s literally in front of us!”

you smiled and decided to tell him about your feelings after the game. of course they won, with a luca goal, and you went to the tunnel to wait for him while talking to the other girls that were waiting for their boyfriends. it didn’t take long for him to show up and you ran towards him. he lifted you, spinning and you could only giggle.

when he put you down, you smiled looking at his face and controlled your urge to kiss his pretty lips.

“i’m so proud of you, lulu.”

“that means a lot to me, princess,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

you laughed and just said “did you know some girls behind us thought i was your girlfriend?”

“oh they did? maybe they’re not so wrong.”

you just looked at him in disbelief and continued “i need to talk to you, do you have a minute?”

“of course, come,” he guided you to the parking lot.

it was cold, so he hugged you to keep both of you warm.

“lu, i realized something this afternoon and i need to share it with you,” you started. “it’s alright if you don’t feel the same, i just thought you should know because it's a good thing, i think.”

he gave you an encouraging nod. “i’m in love with you, and i’ve probably been for a while now but just realized today. you just light up my life since day one and i couldn’t imagine myself without you-“

luca didn’t leave you to finish, because without seeing it coming, his lips were on yours, the kiss more passionate than ever. he quickly broke it just to confess “i’ve been in love with you since the day we first kissed but just realized like last week and it’s very good to know you feel the same.”

“yours is the brightest soul i’ve ever seen,” you smiled and he connected your lips again.

he was pressing you against a car when you started hearing loud cheers and whistles. of course the boys had to transform that into some kind of mess but you didn’t mind, just laughed, hiding your face on luca’s coat.

you could hear very loud rutger, johnny and adam telling the other boys to pay for the bet. and you couldn’t help but giggle and mutter “idiots” under your breath, but affectionately.

luca hugged you and put his head on the crook of your neck. “now we need to go to your home to make up for the lost time, huh?”

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gyupinkys · 9 months

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APRIL 12TH, 3:36PM

XU MINGHAO X YANDERE READER

WC: 2.7K

Minghao is hiding something from you.

You're hiding something from Minghao.

WARNINGS: MURDER, GORE, VIOLENCE, GUNS, WEAPONS, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, MANIPULATION, YANDERE, unprotected sex, public sex, sex with a corpse in the room (yes this happened again idk how we got here), scary dirty talk?, this is just Y/N being insane.

Minghao is the light of your life. From the moment you first saw him on April 12th, at 3:36pm you were mesmerized. His all black attire, mullet, nails, everything; it did it for you. Of course he didn’t notice you, only because you didn’t want him to. Being able to blend in was a gift; you preferred to play in the shadows anyways. From that moment you tried to learn everything you could about him. The instagram and twitter searches oddly led to nothing and linkedin was a no go. Hmmm, either he has no social media presence or doesn’t want to be found. Even after hours of digging you still find nothing.

You decide to revisit the cafe you saw him at, maybe he’ll reappear. You can’t say you’re too shocked when he doesn’t. All you know is you need another taste of him, a sight of him, you need something, anything.

“Excuse me.” you say to the worker behind the counter.

“Yes?” he says with an awful attitude, taking you aback.

“I think I lost my phone here a few days ago. Can I check the security cameras to see if someone stole it?”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I can’t show you them, lady.”

“Please.” you say batting your eyelashes at him and as always it works like a charm

“Maybe if you do me a favor, I’ll let you see.”

Gross. “Sounds like a plan” you smirk, trying not to throw up.

You follow him to the back to which he promptly pulls down his pants. You can’t help but laugh, his dick is so small. “What?” he says, sounding offended. “Nothing” you say and walk towards him. You pull out your trusty pistol and press it to his head.

“Show me the tape.”

“You crazy bitch.”

That word always pisses you off. You’re not fucking crazy. You’re just passionate.

“Shut the fuck up and show me the tape before I blow your fucking brains out.”

He immediately goes to the camera files and shows you the evening of April 12th. There he is. Your love. He somehow seems even more attractive. You sigh dreamily and the man next to you rudely interrupts to which you side eye him making him shut it. You take a copy of the file and erase the files from today in case this perv tries to go to the cops.

“Lovely doing business with you.”

You leave the cafe feeling like a teenager in love. He’s just so dreamy and you’re certain he’s sweet. As you rewatch the video on your phone you get an idea. Your friend Namjoon owes you one… hmm. If this is what it takes to find the man of your dreams so be it.

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You read the file left on your doorstep. Xu Minghao, 25, born on November 7, 1997, Chinese, 5’10, likes frogs? You fucking hate frogs, but If he likes them you like them. No occupation? He doesn’t look like someone who's broke. Maybe his parents are rich or something. Besides the basic information there's no current address, phone number, or information about school. This guy is basically a ghost. How did they find out he liked frogs but not where he lives? You give Namjoon a call.

“Y/N.”

“Namjoon, why is there nothing about this dude?”

“He doesn’t want to be found for a reason.”

“Stop with the cryptic shit just tell me what his issue is.”

“Y/N I don’t think you want to know.”

“I swear to god.”

“He’s in the mafia. SVT. You don’t want to get involved with him.”

Oh. This does to deter you, if anything it makes you like him more. A dangerous man is a sexy man. You don’t want him if he can’t kill someone for you.

“You gotta introduce us.”

“No.”

“Why.”

“I did you your favor already. Plus I don’t approve of this.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to meet someone in the mafia on my own accord.”

“Y/N don’t act like you're not a criminal. You just pretend to be a good girl but we both know you’re not. I’m sure you’ll figure it you.”

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He really likes tea. This is the third pack of tea he’s bought this week. Why not just buy more than one at a time? He walks through the aisles of the store like he always does, pretending to browse but knowing he’s just going to buy frog gummy bears. It’s the same thing every time. You pass by him and take a deep breath. He smells so good. You’re not sure how he hasn't noticed you yet. You’ve been a bit sloppy, trying to get as close to him as possible. He’s seen you walking around his apartment complex, at his favorite stores, at the park he meditates at, but he hasn’t seen you. You decide you’ve learned enough about him to finally approach him. As he’s about to leave the tea aisle you take this as your opportunity.

“Excuse me” you say sweetly.

He turns around, seemingly shocked someone is speaking to him.

“Yes?”

“Is that tea good?” you smile sweetly.

“Oh this? Yea it’s my favorite.”

“Hmm, maybe I should try it. I don’t really know much about tea.”

“I like to think of myself as a tea connoisseur,” he says with a kind smile. Perfect, he’s letting his guard down.

“Well lucky me, huh?”

“You’re blessed to be in the presence of an expert so yes, lucky you.”

He begins to go on and on about different types of teas, benefits, and a whole lot of other crap you’re not listening to. You just can't believe he’s speaking to you, looking at you, perceiving you. This must be heaven.

“Can I ask your name?” you say as you two near the checkout.

He clearly weighs his options, deciding you seem innocent enough.

“Hao.” he says, making you smile.

“Hi, Hao. I’m Y/N.”

From there you two “coincidentally” bumped into each other often. The interactions become friendlier and more comfortable. The smiles turned into longing eyes, small touches. You’ve eliminated any threats, any woman or man who looked his way too long had to go. You couldn't let anyone take you from him now that you had him.

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“Baby, I need to go to work.” Hao whispers, trying not to disturb you too much. He knows you need your sleep, he has to leave at such weird times he feels bad. You’d think after a year of dating he’d have the balls to confess to you but he can’t. How are you supposed to tell your sweet, innocent, loving girlfriend you kill people for a living? He feels awful lying to you about his work, his life. You’ve been begging to meet his friends and family but he keeps denying you. He doesn't want to involve you in this lifestyle. You give him a tired smile and nod. “Ok, I’ll see you later.” you say and give him a kiss.

Minghao leaves your apartment and drives to the base. He has a few things to do today and then he can get back to you. He misses you already.

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For someone in the mafia Hao is way too trusting and honestly kind of stupid. Did he not think sharing his location with you would be an issue? Of course the kind innocent girlfriend would never be watching his every move, checking street security cameras to watch what he does, who he talks to, what he looks at. You see he’s meeting a woman at a restaurant. The fuck? Does she want to die? They go into the restaurant and you lose sight of them. Without thinking you head to the restaurant. Just the thought of him talking to another woman infuriates you. He would never cheat on you, he’s too much of an angel and you’re sure if he did it wouldn’t be his fault. He was probably coerced or blackmailed, he would never do that. You speed to the restaurant and park a few blocks away. By now the sun has gone down and the streetlights have turned on. You wait for them to leave in the alley near the restaurant. They bid their goodbyes and Hao walks away after confirming his lady friend has a rise coming, always such a gentleman. Once he drives off the woman starts walking away; she must've lied. Unfortunate for her, great for you. You start crying in order to gain her attention. As she walks by you emerge.

“Excuse me.” you sob.

She looks at you bewildered. “Oh my goodness, are you alright?” she walks into the alley to get closer to you.

“Some girl tried to mug me and I’m waiting for the police. Can you come and wait with me, I want to make sure she doesnt leave.”

She immediately agrees and follows you deeper in. So gullible…

When she’s a little ahead of you, you reach into your back pocket and pull out the hammer you brought with you.

“You think you can talk to my boyfriend and get away with it?”

She turns to look at you. “What? Minghao?”

“Yeup.”

“He’s dating you?” She says in disgust.

You just stare at her. She’s becoming increasingly uncomfortable and as she goes to walk past you, you swing the hammer into her face making her fall to the ground. You straddle her and beat her face in, hitting her over and over and over until the ground is covered in her skull and brain. You don’t stop until you hear movement behind you.

“Y/N?”

You freeze. He wasn’t supposed to see this. You stand up looking down at your pretty pink dress now stained red. You drop the hammer, ready to start crying. You’re searching for a story to tell him. Self defense always works right?

He just starts laughing. You look up at him confused.

“Baby, baby, baby. I didn’t know you had it in you.” he says as he begins walking towards you. He takes his chin in your hand and looks into your eyes. “Why did you kill her?”

You just pout, too embarrassed to answer. “Was it because I spoke to her? Were you jealous.”

You just nod, ashamed but not apologetic. “She had it coming. She didn't think I deserved you.”

“Do you deserve me?”

Your face falls. “I just killed someone for you and you’re asking if I deserve you?” you spit, letting the sweet persona drop.

“Y/N. Do you think I have not known what you really were this whole time? I’m not stupid. I know you're a psycho stalker. I saw you all those times before we started dating, I know you looked into me, I know you follow me around, track me. I know this is all a facade.”

You feel your world falling apart. This can’t be happening. He backs you into a wall. “Hao I just do it because I love you.”

“And I love you, but you fell for my trap baby. You can’t go around killing people.”

“But you do that all the time.”

He breathes out a laugh. “Well you got me there baby.”

“Wait, what trap?”

“I needed to prove my suspicions; catch you in the act. I was supposed to kill her, but I figured I'd use her as bait. And you're just so predictable. You just killed her with no remorse. You’re just crazy.”

You take a deep breath. You’re not fucking crazy. You look him in the eye. “I’m not crazy.”

“Well clearly I am, because seeing you kill that bitch turned me on.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Seeing this pretty little dress I bought you covered in blood. God, It’s making me so hard.”

Well this is new. You go to speak only to be cut off by a rough kiss. He grinds his hips into you and he wasn’t lying he’s harder than ever. He begins kissing and biting down your neck, rubbing his hands across your blood soaked body.

“If I tell you to kill someone else would you do it?”

“Yes” you immediately answer.

“Would you do anything for me?”

“Yes.” your breathing is picking up. He’s so close to you, you can feel his chest rise with every breath, his fingers tighten around your waist, everything.

“You're just my little lap dog, huh? My every wish is your command?” you nod furiously as he sinks to his knees, hiking your legs on his shoulders. He bunches your dress on your hips and pulls your panties to the side. He dives in, eating you like his favorite food, the vigor and intensity driving you mad. “Hao, please fuck me I want to cum on your dick.” He groans, setting you down gently.

“You want me to fuck you in this dingy alley? With people passing? What would look worse, them finding the body or them finding us covered in blood, fucking next to a body?”

You honestly dont give a fuck about either, all you want his his dick in you. “Hao please just fuck me.”

“I don’t know, Baby.”

“If you don't put your dick in me right now, I’ll show you how crazy I can be.”

He groans. He unbuttons his slacks and pulls his boxers down enough to pull himself out. He hikes you up the wall and pushes in, bottoming out immediately. “Fuckkk, just the thought that you killed someone just so you can have me is making me want to cum in this sweet pussy right now. But you deserve an award for being so good to me right?”

“Please. I deserve it.” you moan.

He begins thrusting into you, hard and deep, trying to make you cum. The feeling of his arms holding you, his body heat on yours, and the adrenaline running through your body, it’s all driving you crazy. He angles his hips upward, searching for the spot that drives you crazy.

“Tell me, what was it about me that made me want you so much?” he whispers in your ear.

“You just- y-you looked so hot, and you sm- smelled so good and ughh.” Every word you say he thrust into you harder making you unable to get a full sentence out. He’s taunting you. “Do you not love me?” he says slowing down. “Is that what it is? You don’t want me?”

“No, no I do! I want you so bad Hao.”

“I don’t think so.” he says as he puts you back on the floor. “I don’t think you love me as much as you say you do. You just want me because I’m pretty? You don’t really love me.”

“What do I need to do to show you? I’ll do anything Baby.”

“I want you to kill someone else for me. Get more blood on your hands.”

“Right now? Just tell me who, I’ll do it.” you start walking back towards the street to which he pulls you back.

“God, Baby. You don’t know what seeing you like this does to me. So obsessed with me that you’ll blindly follow what I say. This power is going to my head.”

You groan, feeling delirious. You just want to cum at this point and these games he’s playing is pissing you off. You reach into his suit pocket and pull out his gun pointing it to his head.

“I may love you but I love cumming more. Get to it.”

“Yes Ma’am”

He presses your hands against the wall and slides back into you from behind. He starts pounding into you ruthlessly, you feel every ridge and vein of his cock. You want to scream, cry, laugh, anything. You feel like you’re genuinely losing your mind, so overwhelmed by everything you're feeling. You start crying only making him fuck you harder.

“Cry for me baby, let me see all those pretty tears.” he groans in your ear.

His feral groan makes you cum, squeezing him so tight he slips out. He jerks himself off, cumming onto your ass with a quiet moan. You try to catch your breath. That was so intense, you still feel like you’re on a different planet. He turns you around and pulls you into his chest. His warm embrace grounds you like it always has.

“I love you. You’re so good to me, Baby.” he says as he hugs you harder.

“I love you too, Hao. So much.”

You both step over the body, leaving the alley hand in hand.You look at him under the moonlight. As beautiful as the day you saw him but even more beautiful now that he’s yours.

#seventeen smut #svt smut #minghao smut #xu minghao smut #the8 smut #the8 fanfic

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justalittleficsideblog · 11 months

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Heeeyyyyy

I saw your requests were open so here i am.

Umm maybe you can do a fic where Lucifer gets hit by a truth potion, so he starts acting soft and all with mc. But mc thinks that a love potion has hit him and he doesn't mean any word he says. But after the potion wears off, they find out that lucifer was being his true self afterall??

I really dont know where do i want this to go but after nightbringer angst some fluff is what o need.

Love anonymous👑

Hello there anon! This is such an adorable prompt omg omg I hope that this meets your expectations! <3. I kinda made this fluffy / angsty? Lucifer is horrid with emotion that isnt pissed off so here we go! Also this turned out a shit ton longer than I expected so...

synopsis: Sneaky Solomon slips something into Lucifer's tea after he becomes annoyed with his emotional constipation. How will Lucifer fare during his outing with you? wk: 1.6k You Can't Handle the Truth!

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Lucifer found himself rubbing his temples in irritation as Diavolo and Solomon eagerly continued on their private conversation.

“You are both aware that a meeting involves the entire body communicating,” he huffed, staring daggers at Solomon specifically.

Diavolo glanced at Lucifer and then back to Solomon, looking all to pleased with whatever their conversation had been about… Lucifer felt his stomach churn, Diavolo teaming up with Solomon never ended well.

“Let’s take a brief recess!” Diavolo sprouted, “It seems I am a bit distracted.”

Rolling his eyes but glad for the reason to stretch his legs, Lucifer pushed back from the table and hurried out to clear his head and look at his D.D.D.

MC: Hey, are we still on for tonight? I’m dying to try out that new bakery café restaurant thing

He smiled softly down at the notification from you, feeling some of his stress ease as he read the message over.

Lucifer: The meeting is almost over.

Lucifer: It will be nice to go over the items Diavolo needs us to prepare for RAD without my brothers around.

MC: ahh… ok!

Meanwhile, during Lucifer’s distraction Barbatos had readied fresh tea for everyone in the meeting. Unbeknownst to him (not really, he just pretended not to see to appease Lord Diavolo), Solomon had slipped in a tiny bit of truth potion into Lucifer’s glass.

Clicking off his device, he sauntered back into the meeting room. Now motivated to finish the meeting off sooner, he mimicked Diavolo as he sat down; sipping his tea he collected his notes.

Diavolo had a worryingly wicked grin on his face. “Are you truly this excited about the upcoming event at RAD?” he questioned, eyebrow raising thoughtfully.

“Why of course,” the soon-to-be-king sauntered. “And I presume that you and MC will be meeting soon to finish discussing preparations?”

“This evening, actually.” He admitted, strangely… quicker than he was expecting.

“Are you excited? To meet with them?” Solomon inquired, noticing Lucifer had drank a sizeable amount from his glass.

Lucifer’s breath caught, realizing words were spitting out before he could help it, “Yes. I’m very excited.” His hand slapped over his mouth, “What the hell is going on?”

Diavolo and Solomon erupted in laughter together, their bodies shaking at the eldest’s misfortune.

“Well… Solomon needed to try out a new elixir for a truth serum. And since you’ve been so��” He trailed off, looking towards his partner in crime.

“—emotionally constipated.” The latter quipped in.

“Ah... yes, I guess that would be a sufficient way to describe it,” Diavolo laughed. “We thought you could use this to loosen up with them tonight, your brothers won’t be around and I’m sure MC would appreciate the deep conversation I am sure you two will be having over dinner.”

With that, Diavolo stood. Meeting, adjourned.

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You started up with a jolt as you heard the door to the House of Lamination slam.

I take it the meeting must’ve not gone exceptionally well….

Grabbing your things, you headed down the staircase and met Lucifer, who had a very hard time meeting your eyes.

“Are… are you alright?” You asked, hand resting on his shoulder as you looked up to him in concern.

“No!” he blurted, eyes widening as you saw a blush creep it’s way up his neck. “Ahem… let’s just go. I assume you are ready?”

Shrinking back, you furrowed your brows in confusion at his attitude. “What the hell happened?”

Without a pause, he replied, “Solomon and Lord Diavolo have decided to test some sort of potion on me for the evening…” The words tumbled out of his mouth, and he slapped his hands over his mouth as he strode out of the house, you following close behind.

What the hell…? You thought. Studying Lucifer as you both went quietly to the restaurant, you noticed he had trouble looking at you, and was almost eager to respond to anything you had said. Did… Solomon give him….. a love potion?

You thought back to when you had eaten the suspicious pudding that had the brother’s going crazy because of the magical affect it had on them to be around you… was this something similar?

“So.. did Solomon trick you into eating or drinking something?” You inquired, entering through the restaurant’s door.

“Yes… and I am to assume the affects will last about 24 hours. I do apologize for this,” he finally looked at you before jumping into discussion with the host about his reservation.

As you were guided to the table you couldn’t help but feel like Lucifer was avoiding you, the way he tensed when you began speaking bothered you. Was being around you..difficult?

“Lucifer,” you started, taking a sip from the water that was placed on your table. “Is… is it hard to be around me?”

Damn the question for being so vague, Lucifer had no choice but to reply to your question in a general sense. “There are times it is painful to be near you, sitting near you even for this dinner is making me go crazy. My heart is beating erratically, and I can’t focus clearly on anything but you.”

He seemed to be breathing heavily, clearly upset by his own outburst.

Oh…. You thought, smirking slightly. It was most certainly a love potion that Solomon had given him. Poor guy, you rested your chin in your hand, fiddling the straw in your glass with your tongue. Catching Lucifer’s gaze, you asked. “Is something wrong?”

“Y-your tongue…”

“What about it?” you rested the glass down on the table.

“It’s... exciting me,” he coughed, his burning face turned away from you.

Oh… OH! Now you were the one who was blushing. I guess everything you do might be suggestive to him right now.

“Let’s go on towards the agenda for tonight,” you muttered. “Do you think Diavolo would wants these colors?”

Lucifer watched as you went on about the event planning, eternally grateful that you had changed the subject. If you had decided to ask him about his feelings somehow, he doesn’t know how he would manage. His blunder earlier had him crossing his legs, trying to shrink himself in embarrassment.

That fucking sorcerer, he seethed.

His eyes quipped towards you fiddling with the ends of your attire. Too caught up with his predicament, he had forgotten to compliment you on your stunning appearance this evening.

“Do you think Asmo went a bit overboard?” You suddenly piped up, gesturing towards your clothes. “I told him that I didn’t really like this kind of stuff, but he was so damn insisten—”

“I think you look particularly ravishing this evening,” he interrupted, eyes trailing down your form.

Ah hell, you had forgotten about the potion. Of course he would think you look good right now, he’s not in his right mind!

“I’m sorry, Lucifer. The whole potion thing slipped my mind for a moment,” you pondered sadly, your eyes gravitating towards the edge of the table where your food lay. “Do you want to end this early tonight?”

“No,” his own answer surprised him. “I do truly find enjoyment in your company. Having you to myself for an evening—”

It’s just the potion talking it’s just the potion talking, you reminded yourself. Oh, how you had hoped for the ever-stoic elder brother to utter those words to you. And maybe you could indulge in this side of him just once.

“And how do you feel towards me, Lucifer?” you teased, hoping to engage with this flirty side to him a bit longer. You had to admit, it was kind of fun.

You hadn’t expected his reply.

“It hurts to breathe when I look at you. Any time you enter a room all I hear is static and I lose the ability to focus on anything except you. Anywhere you touch me it burns, and yet somehow, I can never get enough of it. I am a moth to your flame, MC. I am hopelessly, irrevocably—"

“Lucifer, just stop. I know this whole love potion is making you say things you don’t mean.” You couldn’t bear to hear anymore, this was not a real confession.

He glanced up in shock, “Love potion? No, wait. You have the wrong idea.”

It was too late, you had already slammed your payment onto the table and walked out of the restaurant. You just wanted to sleep in your bed and forgot about the entire night.

As you climbed up the steps and swung open your door, you did not expect to see a silver haired sorcerer lounging on your bed.

“Well, hello! I was wondering if you have that textbook I lent you—”

“Cut the shit, Solomon. I’m not in the mood after the little prank you played on Lucifer today.”

To be fair, he really was there to grab a textbook, but now he was even more confused.

“What are you talking about? Didn’t things go well?”

“Quit acting like you don’t know! That love potion you gave him was a bit extreme, don’t you think?”

Suddenly, a grin broke out across the human’s face, his finger gently stroking his chin as he realized the situation.

“Darling, I never gave him a love potion, I gave him a truth elixir.”

You stood rigid, Solomon wouldn’t lie about that right…?

You turned around, but he was already gone. Collapsing onto the bed you replayed the events of the night. Oh god…. So that means, he really meant all of that?!

Tucking yourself into bed, you felt your cheeks grow hot.

Thanks, Solomon.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad, after all.

#lucifer x reader #om! lucifer #obey me #shall we date #solomon x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #lucifer x mc #lucifer x you #did yall see the twilight line i threw in there #also when i started this it was not meant to be this long #but ugh it was so vesty i had too

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sheluvv-gambino · 9 months

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okay before i start i just wanna say how much i love your fics. they got me giggling, twirling my hair, yelling at the characters, all of the above. love you!!!

(my first time typing a request i’m so sorry if it doesn’t make sense 😭🤚🏽) do you think you could do a fic with 1610 Miles and black fem reader who are in a happy/stable relationship, but Gwen tries to break them apart/get miles to hookup with her? then reader finds out and doesnt stand for that shit? like, we beat her ass. i’m tired of seeing so many fics where we just brush it off or yell at Gwen. LIKE, BEAT HER ASS GIRL.

"Oh word!?"

A/N : Yes I added Hobie in just because I absolutely love the man but I didn’t add him as the next romantic partner just because i feel like using hobie as a rebound is so icky.

pairings : Aged up!1610!miles morales x black fem!reader (aged up to 18 because what 15 year old his sleeping with someone under his parents roof.

summary : If it’s okay for Miles to cheat and hurt you then it’s okay for you to proceed with anything you want to do, no matter if a certain blondie with a bad bob gets in the way.

warnings : violence, cheating, weed, gw*n ( Yup she’s a warning in itself especially after the way she did my man dirty.)

There was nothing that Miles could do that would lead you to thinking that he would ever cheat on you until hangouts with Gwen became more frequent.

You’re not a jealous person by any means and you’ve never restricted Miles from having any female friends, you just weren’t built to have a pit of hatred here for another woman that has a friendship with your man.

You would be a hypocrite to not let Miles have any female friends considering how close you and Hobie were. Hobie has never and would never overstep on any boundaries, he respected you and Miles way too much to do that.

But what you were built for was not tolerating when another girl attacks your relationship like a pigeon finally getting access to bread after begging from strangers just to get food.

It wasn’t your fault that Gwen couldn’t find a man nor keep a man.

She took the only genuine friendship she had and used it against Miles just because of how naive he was in that friendship.

Miles had always been sweet to you.He never skipped out on dates and always made you a priority in his life even though he juggled being Spiderman, a son, and your boyfriend.

Miles truly let him be himself when he was around you. He put his full trust into you like you had done with him.

But with Miles being the most perfect boyfriend he thought he could be, he also realised the second he screwed up what he had with you just by entertaining Gwen’s antics which ultimately led to the two of them in bed together heavy breathing.

Of course you realised the second Gwen started acting different with Miles.

You had even talked to Miles about setting boundaries so that she understood her place in Miles life and not to cross a bridge she couldn’t come back from.

“Ion like the way Gwen’s been moving with you lately. It’s like she went from totally platonic to flirting with you with no care in the world.” You said whilst massaging Miles’ scalp as his lay on your chest.

“Are you sure? I’m pretty sure I would’ve seen it.” Miles responded.

“That’s because my love, you are not a woman nor do you have the mind of one. You don’t see the way woman move behind closed doors.” You looked down at him lovingly.

“Maybe your just overreacting. I mean Gwen would never do that. Do you not trust me or something?” Miles questioned with pure disbelief in his voice.

“Nah I didn’t say that and you know it. Of course I trust, why else would i be with you. What I am saying is that right now I don’t trust her and her intentions. I’m telling you now if you don’t dead that shit she’s gonna use that as her way into snake this relationship and hurt us.” You told him now sitting up to have direct eye contact.

“Okay I hear you, mi vida.”

He obviously heard you he just clearly didn’t understand you.

You were walking home from Miles’ apartment when you realised that you left your purse that had your keys inside as well. So you decided to just walk back to Miles’ as you knew he wouldn’t have mind.

You were just there thirty minutes ago what could’ve changed in half an hour

Apparently a lot.

Walking back into Miles’ apartment you took your shoes off to respect his parents rules even when they weren’t here.

You knocked on his door before opening it and walked in.

You weren’t ready for what was in front of you.

They obviously didn’t hear you as they kept up the action on his bed.

“Oh word?! That’s what we doing now? You got that bitch in your bed after I told you how i felt about what she was doing. How incompetent do you have to be to loose a three year relationship over a girl that clearly doesn’t even respect you or me!” You said calmly, you weren’t going to let them know the bubbling tension you felt in your heart in that moment.

They quickly gathered themselves and Miles pulled himself from Gwen and made his way over to you.

Before he could even stutter a half assed apology you launched over to Gwen who was putting her pants back on and dragged her by her brittle hair down to the floor.

You couldn’t even hear what Miles was trying to say, you pounded Gwen’s head in numerous times .

Although she was stronger than you due to her spider powers she clearly had never been a fight without her suit before.

She on the ground trying to cover her head looking like a cockroach that had just been found.

She was bleeding from so many holes that you had given her.

You pulled her up just to slam how by the ridges of Miles’ bed to make her back hurt.

All whilst this was happening Miles was just standing in the corner having no idea what to do.

Sure he had just had sex with Gwen but that didn’t mean she didn’t deserve that ass beating since she was the one to initiate her and Miles’s interaction after you had left.

Finally you had come back to your senses and let go of Gwen.

You booted her with your foot just to be sure you left Miles to deal with a bleeding mess.

“That’s the bitch you put over me, just remember that. We’re done you dumbass nigga!” You looked a Miles as you dusted of your hands and darter out the Morales residence. Even though Jeff loved you like his own he was still a police officer and you had just broken up with his son so the odds weren’t particularly in your favour since you had just beat up Gwen in his home.

As you walked back to your house from Miles’ for the last time you decided to text Hobie.

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“I am so bloody glad I popped over to your dimension.” Hobie laughed as he took in another drag of the joint the two you had lit up.

“Ha ha Hobie, yes me getting cheated on is very funny.” You glared at him and snatching the joint back into your hands.

“Nah I’m sorry lov’ i just weren’t expecting that is all, as cheesy as it sounds I’ll always be ‘ere for ya.” He said genuinely, slugging his arm around your shoulder to pull you in closer.

“Yeah, thanks Mr Hobart Brown!” You giggled, the weed finally hitting you.

“Oi!”

#across the spiderverse #spiderverse #miles morales 1610 #1610 miles x reader #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles fluff #spiderman 1610 #1610 miles morales x black!reader #1610 miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles 1610 #hobie brown #spider gwen #hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #1610 miles morales x reader angst

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phoenixyfriend · 6 months

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If you still do the ask meme: nr.1 for a timetravel Jangosoka?

26 Family Prompts Ask Meme

Accidental Baby Acquisition

This contains both intentional and accidental acquisition. (They'll give it back! Probably.)

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"He's mine."

Jango looks at the woman he has, somehow, managed to fall for.

He looks at the baby.

He looks at her again.

"You adopted? Without asking me?"

"No, birthed him myself."

That baby is human. Fully human. There is no chance, in any way, that Ahsoka managed to have a fully human child. There's some shit about placentas or whatever. A tog can't surrogate a human and vice versa.

"Jetii--"

"Oh, I'm in trouble," she giggles, entirely too enthused about his annoyance.

"Jetii," he tries again, "please tell me you didn't steal a child."

"I did not steal a child," she confirms. "I just... acquired one."

"Acquired one."

"Yeah."

He waits in vain. He breaks and asks, "Ahsoka, how did you acquire this child?"

She smiles at him.

The child's name is Ferus Olin. He was not stolen, but given willingly by his parents for Ahsoka to take to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.

"You could have just said so," Jango gripes as he fires up the engines. She laughs at him, and hikes the tot higher on her hip. "Don't act like it's not within the realm of possibility that you'd randomly pick up a kid and forget to warn me about it."

"Sure," she says, "but consider this: it was funny."

"You are not nearly as funny as you think you are."

Ahsoka rolls her eyes and addresses the kid instead. "What do you think, Ferus? Am I funny?"

The toddler--baby, really--stares up at her silently. There is something up with that kid, but Jango figures that's par for the course with Force Sensitives.

A slightly wet, very chubby hand lands on a lekku.

"That is saliva," Jango notes aloud, mostly because Ahsoka looks a little disgusted, and likes she's trying to hide it from the kid. "Baby drool."

"Oh, fu--shove off."

"Classy."

So like. Here's the thing. About carting around two almost-Jedi:

One of them is his age, and hot, and weird, and he's a little bit in love with her.

The other one is less than a year old, and should be relatively safe and sound to leave alone for five minutes while napping so they can do things like use the bathroom, or argue over the nav, or knock against the walls doing things that babies probably shouldn't know about.

Ahsoka says that Ferus was a rule-abiding guy in the future, uptight, even.

This means nothing, because the ship jolts out of hyperspace without warning while Jango's got his hand up a hot tog's skirt, and they both have to rush to the cockpit to find the literal baby has crawled onto the pilot's seat and somehow turned off the nav.

The baby continues patting, full-palm, at the controls.

"What the fuck?" Jango demands.

"Language," Ahsoka sniffs, and then picks up the baby and swings him around. "Who's a little troublemaker? You are!"

"What the actual--"

"Language!" Ahsoka snaps, a little harsher this time. "There's a baby."

"Yes, I noticed, it just knocked us out of hyperspace."

Ahsoka rolls her eyes. "It's fine. We just need to keep a better eye on him."

"This could have been deadly."

"Eh, doubt it," she dismisses. "I mean, with a normal kid, yeah, but I bet you ten to one odds that he did this because the Force told him to."

"I cannot explain how much that doesn't fill me with confidence."

She ignores him. She settles into the chair, toddler on her lap, and closes her eyes. This lasts for several minutes, and Jango tries to keep his impatience under control so he doesn't 'project' it into the Force or whatever it is that the Jedi are worried about. It would distract Ahsoka, and possibly more importantly, it would upset the baby.

"I've got it," she finally says. "A direction. He pulled us out a bit early, but the fact that we didn't overshoot it is a bit of a shocker in and of itself."

"A direction to what?"

She shrugs. "We'll find out."

The direction is to a fresh-faced teenage Duros by the name of Cad Bane, who's been floating around the guild's gossip lines for a few years now. He's good, for eighteen, but Jango hasn't met him before, and Ahsoka really doesn't like him--Jedi don't hate, supposedly--and that's enough for Jango to have zero interest in really networking here.

Also, Bane has a stolen toddler. Jango knows the toddler is stolen, because she's dressed in far-too-fancy clothes for Bane to bother with, and screaming her head off, and trying to bite him, and yelling about how she wants to go home. Surprisingly eloquent for a toddler, actually. She can't be more than four.

Jango wants to get involved. He's itching for a fight. He does not get one.

He gets the smaller baby, and is told to take care of said baby and be ready to catch the bigger baby--toddler--while Ahsoka handles the fighting.

It seems kinda personal. Jango leaves her to it. It's not like they need both of them to fight this literal teenager.

(He's right. They don't.)

There are now two small children on Jango's ship. One of them is barely-almost a toddler, and the other is barely-almost not.

"I am Padme Naberrie of Naboo," the little girl tells him, all care and important grandeur. "Thank you for saving me. When may I return home?"

Naboo. The noble kids from there are damn creepy. Also worth a good ransom or a better bounty, to some. It's not exactly surprising that Bane went for one of them. the family must be pretty influential somehow.

"Not sure," Ahsoka says. "We were on our way to Coruscant... do you have a number we can call? Maybe one of your parents can meet us on the way."

"That is ac-cep-table," the little girl sounds out. She even bows, a touch wobbly. "Thank you, Master Jedi."

Ahsoka is not a Master, and is only sort of a Jedi. She does not correct little Padme, because that would be a little mean, in Jango's estimate. The girl's just been through something harrowing, and even he's not that much of a dick.

"Do you know their contact info?" he asks instead.

They aren't on a convenient hyperlane for Naboo, so they're meeting Lady Naberrie on Corellia. It's several days there, which is still faster than trying to get to Naboo from where they currently are, and Padme spends an hour or two talking to her mother before the woman enters hyperspace and comms are no longer an option. Then she talks to her father, and asks about someone called Sola, and Jango's not paying enough attention to keep track of who's who in the life of a child that is not his.

He doesn't have enough beds on the ship for this.

He empties out a small armor crate and lines it with blankets, then sets it on teh floor by the end of his bed. It's big enough for Ferus, who probably doesn't care much for fancy things. Padme gets her own bed, because they're strangers and it would be odd to suggest she share with Ahsoka as a gender thing. The other, larger bed is then for Jango and his somewhat irritating and entirely too lovely Jedi.

He laces his fingers with hers, once they're in bed, autopiloting down the hyperlane. Padm's breathing has finally evened out, and Ferus hasn't woken up yet either.

"Do you want them?" he asks.

"Hm?" Ahsoka shifts, and when she speaks, it's sleep-heavy and muddled. "Want what?"

"Kids," he says.

She's silent, long enough that he starts to wonder if she's fallen asleep, but eventually she shrugs. "I'll take an apprentice one day, probably."

It's basically the same thing, for Jedi.

"Did I ever..."

He tries not to ask too much about his personal future. He knows how Galidraan would have ended, and knows that somehow, he had been involved in a clone army that tried to kill Ahsoka when she was seventeen. She tries not to tell him too much.

"One," she says. "Boba. A few years younger than me. And..."

She doesn't finish.

"And?"

"Maybe another time," she says.

He's gotten that response more than once. He knows it for the wall it is.

"Alright," he says. "You could... tell me about Boba in the morning?"

"Maybe."

Noncommittal. He's not entirely surprised.

"Okay," he finally says. He presses a kiss to her lek. "Goodnight, Ahsoka."

"Night, Jango."

#JangoSoka is a whole lot of 'she does things without explaining and he follows in her wake being impressed and kinda annoyed'#jangosoka #jango fett #ahsoka tano #time travel #ferus olin #padme naberrie #padme amidala #baby characters #star wars #sw legends #the clone wars #phoenix answers memes #phoenix files

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izukuwus · 11 months

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Legs Spreadable Arrangements (NSFW)

M.list (Edible Arrangements) - M.list (General) - Read on Ao3

A/N: hey do those of you reading EA right now want a spinoff that's Not Doing That right now? here, on me. I don't remember writing this but I'm glad for the chance to use my EA after dark banner again! if you're not an EA reader, you don't need to be to read this! it works as a standalone just fine.

Summary: You dream sometimes, too.

Warnings/notes: this is just smut. I'm not gonna "under 18 dni" y'all but if you ARE under 18 I don't want to hear about it. LOTS of biting, bloodplay, afab reader, dubiously dubcon, a bit of aphrodisiacs coming into play. vampire!Izuku x reader. this is a spinoff of Edible Arrangements and takes place after EA 28, but reading EA is not necessary to understand or enjoy this spinoff. this is also a companion piece to Almost Wet. As with Almost Wet, you do not need to read this to understand and appreciate the greater EA fic!

Word count: ~2200 words

“Um, [n-name]?”

You pick up your nose from your book. You’d been glancing over its pages, over and over again, processing not a single word of it. You’re not sure when Izuku entered the library, but he’s here now, looking at you with lip caught between his teeth. Immediately, you notice the thirsty look in his eyes. “Need something, Izu?”

“Well… um…”

You smile, set aside your book. He comes to sit on the opposite side of the library’s new couch—a recent addition, though you can’t remember when Izuku bought it to begin with. It’s nice, though, the texture lovely against your skin as you find your one spare moment this November to just read something. “Come on, spit it out.”

“I’m… I need another drink,” he blurts.

You blink slowly, tilting your head. “Another? I just fed you last night.”

“Yes, but... I’m just… please, [name]. I’m so thirsty.” He’s leaning closer, and you’re adjusting to it, turning to face him. He’s not even lying, not even the faintest hint of a glow to him as he pleads for even one more drop of your blood.

“If you’re really that thirsty, then…” You let out a good-natured sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Have at me. Watch out, though.” You waggle an eyebrow at him. “You’re starting to act like you’re addicted or something.”

He leans over you, and then, again, he’s crawling over your body, muscular arms caging you in.

Today’s been quiet. You haven’t focused a moment, not since last night’s drink. The truth is…

“You’re the one addicted, aren’t you?” he mumbles against the flesh of your neck. He’s so, so close to danger, and that thrill courses through you all over again.

You shudder, let your head drop back to allow him greater access. The second his fangs touch flesh, you can’t fight the shaky breath that leaves your lips.

“You have got to stop teasing me like this,” he mumbles.

“What do you—ah—“ This time, like every time, feels downright sinful, fangs effortlessly piercing skin like they were crafted to do. Of course a tiny moan leaves you. Of course he hears it. Your stomach drops—you’re in deep shit this time. You expect him to jump off of you, to flurry apologies your way until you find a way to convince him that really, it’s fine, but he doesn’t.

He pulls back, slow, lathing his tongue over the new wounds even though he must have barely gotten a few drops from you. “See, that’s exactly what I mean. D-do you have any idea what you do to me?”

He’s back again in a moment, switching sides and moving you to do it without question. You let him, feeling the sweet pain of his teeth on your neck, the sweet rush of his venom flooding into you. It’s small, at first—just enough for the pain to slip away, but quickly, that fluttery, woozy feeling rushes to your head.

It’s so… nice.

“I’m not wrong, am I?” he says as he pulls off again. That, too, was barely a bite. “You love this.” A graze of his teeth, further up your neck. His hands move to reposition you firmly, but not painfully, gripping your shoulders. You shudder with each flash of his teeth on your skin. “You’d let me bite you whenever I wanted.” Again. “However I wanted.” Again. “Wherever I wanted.” Again. “Isn’t that right, [name]?”

You nod, words dying in your throat. “God, Izuku, you tell me to stop teasing and then you—“

He captures your lips, and there’s not another word to be had between you.

Izuku is a surprisingly good kisser, especially for someone who likely hasn’t kissed anyone since he was human. (Or maybe he has. That would be a long time to go without it.) Every sensation of it has your synapses firing, the world a cascade of nothing but experiences. Already you’re dizzy, already your head’s spinning. You kiss back with a fervor that has him moaning openly into your mouth.

This is what you’ve wanted. This is right.

Before long, hot, open-mouthed kisses trail off your lips and trace your jawline. Before longer, he’s on your neck again, sucking hickeys into bite marks and kissing each and every one.

“How are you ever going to be able to move on from me if you let me keep this up?” he mumbles into your throat. “After all I’ve done?”

You shudder, eyes half-lidded. “Whaddaya mean?”

“You’re going to be covered in scars,” he breathes. “I’m going to have you marked everywhere.”

You laugh, feeling delirious from the speed of it all. Perhaps also something else taking hold—each successive bite has left you ever loopier, ever more sensitive. “You bite too pretty to scar. You’re gonna have to be a bit rougher with me if you want the marks to last.”

Though his cheeks are red, it doesn’t impede him. “I-I could do that. I could bite you places future boyfriends will never be overlook. Harder, deeper, to make sure the bites never leave.”

You regard him with hot cheeks. “You could.”

“May I?”

“Please.”

The flurry of heat, teeth, and blood descends on you. You’re overtaken by Izuku’s mouth—buttons of your button-down top popping away, flesh decorated with new smears of blood, new open wounds dotting your neck, your collarbone, the swell of your breasts. And again, with each new bite, each lathe of his tongue over your wounds, your head grows hazier. Each bite is small, closed up quickly—you don’t think it’s blood loss carrying you away. (Not that you can think.)

“I’ve seen the way you look at my teeth, you know.”

“Zuku—“

“You like this, don’t you? Love it, even?”

“Zuku—“

He’s moved away from the exposed swell of your breast now, taken your left hand—your unburned hand—in his. Your wrist is wrapped completely by his large hands, and he meets your eyes with a viridescent smoke as he takes your wrist to his lips. “Even if I could change you. Even if I could control you. Even if I could make you do anything I asked?”

“You don’t need to enthrall me to do that.”

“But you’d like it if I did?”

You don’t even hesitate to nod. In that moment, all you can see is vivid green eyes and stark white fangs. In your mind, he moves, sinks his teeth into the flesh of your wrist, stares at you so sweetly as he takes over your head. In your mind, he wants you to give yourself completely to him. In your mind, you would have been compliant, but you lose that choice willingly. In your mind, neither of you looks away.

In this reality, however, he places a single, soft kiss there and firmly places your wrist on the sofa. He has other plans for you, apparently. He pulls you by your legs with ease, until his hips slot against yours and you’re flat on your back. You’re glad you chose some of your shorter sleep shorts today. Glad he has access.

His teeth brush against your inner thigh with barely an effort from him. You flinch in spite of yourself, and he reaches up to hold your leg firmly in place. "Careful," he mutters, more to your thighs than you, "it's dangerous here."

It is. It is dangerous, and danger is delicious, especially with your head swimming the way it is.

Izuku, you think as he moves in, because it's all you can think.

"Izuku," you gasp when he begins to suck on the soft flesh, because it's all you can say.

"Izu—" you barely manage when he pulls away to reveal the already-forming hickey he's left there, because it's all you can manage.

He's shifting position again, now, hungry eyes devouring your form as he pulls your clothes away. Your shirt had been hanging on by a thread before, but now, it's gone, your bra pulled out of the way before you can process or even blink, lips closing over your unloved nipple. This isn't happening. It can't be, and yet, all you can see is the fluffy mass of curls on his head as his tongue swirls around your bud. However, even when he's making you see stars—too much, it's all too much, why is this so much—he can't shut up.

"I'm glad to have you to test on," he says when he comes up for air.

"Nn?"

"I had a theory that vampire venom was a bit more than just a painkiller, you know? And I think we're proving it quite nicely. Can I test it out some more?"

You nod, shallow. All you can comprehend is that last word—more—and that's more than enough for you. Every touch he leaves on your skin, every kiss, every bite, every tease, leaves your skin singing out for more—heightened, sensitive, sweet.

Time has blurred. You process when he bites your unmarked thigh, holding you down with a firm grip (later you'll think it was for your safety, though the ease of it alone has you shuddering). You process the feeling of heat flooding through you, a new wave crashing down on you, and you process that when the heat clears, his eyes watch from beneath your legs with a sharp, calculating look. Only then do you feel his tongue. Only then do you realize you've been keening out his name this whole time, a mantra, a chant—Izuku Izuku Izuku—until it doesn't sound real anymore.

And damn, is he good with his tongue. Or maybe he's just good at reading you—the way your voice pitches when he moves just right, the way your hips threaten to buck if not for his hands holding you down. He's certainly good enough to know exactly the right moments to pull away from you to leave you whining.

"Be patient," he tuts, "I'm not done with you yet."

You tug at him, finally find the strength to move an arm and bury fingers in his hair. And then, he's back on you, a man starved, building, tongue lathing over your clit and dipping inside of you until that knot's back in your stomach, pulling tighter, tighter, taut—

"Izuku please," you nearly cry when he pulls off of you again.

He laughs, and it sounds sadistic to you as he presses soft kisses to your thighs again. "I can't help it. This isn't just about you, you know."

He sounds too sweet as he takes the time to once again leave small bites on your thighs. Like you needed even more of that damn aphrodisiac to—to—

There's his tongue again. This time, you're determined to hold him down until he makes you cum, tugging at his hair, but you find your hands weak with the pleasure. He pulls off of you and you find that you are crying, even as he pulls away entirely and mumbles soft apologies your way.

When he slides into you, you see stars. It's easy, you're slicker than you've ever been—you're well-prepared but he's big. You didn't even see him undress—a true tragedy, but one you can't find that you care about now that his cock's speared you. The edging had been necessary, even with all the help of vampire venom flooding through you and turning you stupid.

He's so, so gentle. He has to be, with the way he stretches you out. It takes ages for him to move, and when he does, you feel every inch—slow and deliberate and so, so good. Worth the hell of the wait, even as you find yourself now chanting more instead of his name. It feels like it takes years for him to pick up the pace, and then he's losing himself, pressing into you to the hilt again and again.

"More," you cry.

"I wanna make this last," he replies, but he only thrusts faster. His speed and force, more and more of both, until all that's left is to let your mouth hang open and feel it. It's so good, so good, so—

Your eyes open, your will to keep them closed nowhere to be found. Being awake is unpleasant—the heat between your legs damp and slick and your stomach fluttering with the effects of a dream you could have happily kept having.

And then you remember.

You fell asleep next to Izuku last night.

You shoot up, sitting bolt upright as you take in your surroundings with a sense of dread. You're expecting to see his face, red, eyes wide with disgust because you're stupid, so stupid, how could you—

But he's not here. In fact, you're not on the floor next to him and Sbeve anymore. You’re in your room, in your bed (not slept in for a good few nights before this), fully dressed and alone, the door shut. He must have woken up before you and carried you to bed.

You decide two things:

One, that there’s no reason not to finish the job. (Your hand slides down to the heat between your legs.)

Two, that after this, you’re going to forget any of this ever happened.

It’s all you can do.

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mbslost · 2 months

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hi. yes i came back for another yapping session, ironic.

i would like to express some of my feelings towards... some interesting things.

1. The Strade nazi drawing

i talked about his before, i am aware, but later (while reading other opinions as well) i got reminded about EP (Electricpuke for those who dont know him). did we all forgot HOW MANY nazi drawings he made? dont you believe that's an influence as well? if i remember correctly, Gato cut ties with him because of his abusive behaviour (there arent many people talking about this but some user are aware about his actions. sadly i wasnt in the community when that happened)

literally there are people calling Gato a nazi when she doesn't support the ideology. why did no one act the same with EP? different standards? the fact he left (probably) for good? still its not an excuse to call Gato a nazi. also she apologised multiple times. again MULTIPLE TIMES. even in the callout post in twt you can see the fact she IS sorry for drawing that. that she REGRETS it

edit: kay found a ss on tt from the user @/gorturic where Gato said this as well

again, she doesn't support any nazi shit :/

2. The way others silence opinions that they dont like

im not saying you should be forced to agree with it, but when you make a callout account, normally, you let multiple people say their opinions over that thing. you can even show proof when you see someone is wrong. thats how argument work, crazy ik.

i start to see that if you defend Gato or just leave the community because the fandom its on thin ice, you'll be harassed and bullied for your choices. first of all, HOW ABOUT WE LEAVE PEOPLE THAT DONT WANT TO ASSOCIATE WITH BTD/TPOF ANYMORE ALONE. good? literally saw multiple users being harassed by this. its THEIR decision, suck it up. also can we stop SENDING DEATH THREATS???

or the fact that if you do have a point, they'll immediately cancel it with the "oh but its not important". it can be if you have some proofs for their misinformation (just like i proved the variety of poc characters Gato CREATED. didnt talk about Ren since he's another story)

3. Lack of proof for the side allegations.

if people noticed mods harassing people sm, why didnt they talk? why arent there ss of their conversations? we dont even know (most of us) what they even commented about (aside of Pussyspieler drawing). or the twt user that was wronged. that situation was like.. kind of a "im more autistic so you should shut up" (i have to add that i asked people on the spectrum about this and that was their point of view) of course the mod shouldn't have said it like that but.. its more of a misunderstanding really.. that doesnt mean you cant be upset. you absolutely can. everyone can react differently so dont harass them for feeling down or for being frustrated.

also the spanish (or mexican idk) users that just copied and translated @/renhanasgf posts with little to no new information. just the same thing. (although they said something of Gato not sending merch to latin America. probably because of the laws back then or the fact that the transport fee would be high af. im still searching for the reason tho so ill need some time for that one).

4. This fandom is messed up

people when fans of horror porn games are problematic 🤯. i agree that some people are being like extreme with their reactions, but no one is perfect here. just like i approached the situation completely wrong, they did the same. of course, now if you go around and be a racist piece of shit, you shoudl just stay off the internet for a while. luckily more approach the "like the art not the artist" thing.

look. you can always block users that you dont like (just like i do to those who are either into csam,thanks for telling me ab this term anon!, or incest). i know. shocking that people can block others.

after all these fandoms are not for the weak. there may be some safe spaces in it as well but... lets be real... its still going to be problematic. if you cant handle the community or how others act around here, then id suggest for you to not have a close interaction with others. like uhm, just, appreciate the content, not every person around here. just be aware of the users, stau safe okay?

5. Will i stop yapping?

not until i will see an agreement in the fandom. Gato is a human, of course she will do mistakes. especially if she's anxious or tired. having hundreds of people around you its hard and i can imagine it. having supoortive people only to wake up with people hating you. i hope she's safe and that she wont have to go to the hospital again. i pray for her well being, and to others that got spammed with those disgusting comments.

im not saying we should forget about this like.. her poor management and emotional way of responding to things, but is it truly worth it? to force a person to apologise just because they tried to fix things?

i also dont think ill stop because i just feel like im the only one that does talk here (trying to even prove wrong on some things). if others do it as well, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAG ME I WANNA SEE THEM😭 also because most people are still so confused about EVERYTHING. for some reason this drama its only getting more popular on tt for some reason.. which is a big no no since there are a lot of YOUNG people. i believe this should be talked here, and on twitter. (idk what to say about telegram)

ill stop here since my sickness got me. i will edit it later to add or correct myself but *sighs*

please stay safe and try to view more opinions over this. DONT SPAM OR HARASS ANYONE WHO ONLY WANTED TO EXPRESS THEIR FEELINGS. we'll see on Sunday how things will turn out.

(if i missed something out or said something wrong please correct me)

#gatobob #btd #boyfriend to death #tinr #btd2 #i also got tired of this or the multiple hateful messages that i had to delete since there were full of kys #untill then we'll see. i also wish to take a break because i got ill and this axiety aint helping much #whatever happens i wish Gatobob will be safe and will come back without any more backlash.#i do realise that me talking too much wont help either but.. i cant help it. the voices are winning

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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She Tryna Do More With Her Than Do a Feature

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: First Lady, her husband, and Dua Lipa in the same room? Lmao 😭

Synopsis: When you invite all of your friends over for a nice get together, Dua still can't help but to make passes at you. Jack then takes matters into his own hands and let’s her know that you are off limits.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: one of my beautiful anons 😘

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"Druski!" You exclaimed while slapping his hand away as he was trying to reach for another one of your mini sweet potato pies. He already had 3. You had made a total of 24, but now it was down to around 17 because of him and Nas.

"What!? I'm hungry!"

"We can eat in a little while and if you keep this up, there won't be any food left!"

"I told your ass to lock him outside until the food was done." Nas exclaimed while rolling his eyes, but slipping past you and grabbing a small pie as well.

"You two! OUT OF MY KITCHEN NOW!"

"It's not our fault it tastes so good! You be putting crack in it I swear!"

"OUT!"

Both Druski and Nas rolled their eyes before hopping off the bar stools and following directions.

Those two were about to eat all of the food by themselves and not leave anything for anyone else.

When they were finally out of your sight, you realized that you still needed help to get everything finished and there was really only one person who you could stand being in the kitchen with so he quickly became your first choice.

"BABYYYYYY!" You screamed calling for Jack and he immediately came around the corner.

"Yes, mamas? You need help?" He asked while leaning down to kiss you and you eagerly kissed him back.

"Yes, but not if you're going to be eating everything. Nas and Druski were my helpers but I had to kick them out. I’m still not done."

"You know the only thing I'm trying to eat, baby girl." Jack replied while wiggling his eyebrows.

"Jackman, please not now. Later, I promise."

“I mean, we have a little bit of time.”

“Jack, if this food burns I am murdering you so the answer is no. It’ll be featured on The First 28 and it’ll say When a Woman is Fed Up.”

“I thought that was the name of a song?”

You sighed before turning to him and kissing his cheek.

“Husband, take out the short ribs from the oven and put these pies in there because Druski and Nas were too busy eating them and I had to make more.”

“Wait a minute, are those the sweet potato ones?!”

You immediately rolled your eyes.

“Yes?”

“Shit, say less.” Jack immediately popped one in his mouth as you hit him with your spatula.

“Stop hitting me, mamas!”

“Then stop eating all the food!”

Just then the doorbell rang and you pulled up the camera app on your phone to see who it was and it was none other than Dua and immediately squealed.

You tried to make a beeline for the door before Jack pulled you back since he looked over your shoulder and had seen who it was.

“Baby, let me get the door!”

“No, I’ll get it. You stay your ass right here.”

You rolled your eyes and immediately pouted as you began making the crust for your strawberry cheesecakes.

Jack made his way to the door and answered it with Dua looking up at him and smiling.

“Jack! Long time no see!”

“Mmm hmm, not long enough.” Jack replied, looking her up and down as she continued smiling.

“So, are you going to let me in? Where’s your security you were talking about?”

“Wifey said I couldn’t have security and I guess I can. You better get in here and act accordingly.”

“I will! You worry too much.”

“I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you.”

Jack moved to the side as Dua walked past him and greeted everyone who was sitting around making small talk and drinking the watermelon margaritas you made.

You made sure to make hubby something non-alcoholic of course.

“She’s here!” Saweetie exclaimed and got up to hug her.

Everyone continued to entertain themselves as Jack made his way back into the kitchen to help you.

You were just finishing up the cheesecakes and putting them in the freezer.

“What else do you need help with mamas?”

“Hmm, nothing. I just wanted my baby near me.” You confessed as you wrapped your arms around him and he leaned down to kiss you.

Just then you heard her voice.

“Y/N!!!”

“DUA!!”

You immediately broke away from Jack in order to give her a hug and she quickly embraced you.

“Okay, that was long enough.” Jack muttered while pulling you away from her and rolling his eyes.

“You are such a hater, Jack.” Dua muttered back at him.

“I am not! You’re a wife stealer!”

“I am not!”

“Quit it, you two!”

You were simply waiting on a few more things to finish cooking when you went and sat outside since that’s where everyone had migrated to.

You were about to sit down in Jack’s lap, when Dua promptly pulled you onto hers.

“If you don’t get…” Jack quickly picked you up and sat you down on his, while eyeing Dua who was simply smiling and laughing at what she had just attempted to do.

Urban and the rest of PG were watching the scene unfold and they couldn’t do anything but laugh.

“I will kick you out my house.”

“Baby! That is not how we treat our guests!”

“She isn’t a guest, she’s a terror!”

“I’m innocent and have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You looked down to see one of your piglets, piggy smalls at your feet and you immediately picked him up. Megan was sitting across from you and playing with the other one, pork chop.

You simply cuddled him into your chest as he began to fall asleep.

“I still can’t believe Jack let you get all these animals.” Sunni piped up and said while looking at you.

“CORRECTION! I didn’t! Urban was supposed to watch her for an HOUR and I came home to find out I live in a zoo. How she did it in an hour, I have no idea.” Jack said as he leaned down to pick up Blanche, one of the golden girls.

“Why is it always my fault?!”

“What do you mean, Urb?!? You let her get away with anything!”

“And that is why he’s my best friend, duh!”

“Hold up, Jack you do too. You can never tell your wife no!” 2fo chimed in while eyeing him.

“We aren’t talking about me right now!”

“Nah, you about to get this smoke too. Last week, she asked for a new bracelet that she wanted knowing that you had gotten her a necklace the day before. And what did your ass do? Went and got it for her.”

“Look, my wife is well taken care of!”

“I can do a better job taking care of her!”

“Jesus, Dua about to make Jack have a coronary.” Normani said while looking over at him.

“You lucky I even let you sit near her. Watch it.”

“Only thing I want to watch is her cumming underneath me.”

“TIME OUT!! TIME FUCKING OUT!!”

“What?”

“Didn’t I tell your ass to act like you got some sense when you got in my house?”

“It doesn’t seem that your wife has a problem with it since she hasn’t said anything.” Dua shrugged while looking over at the two of you.

You were simply rocking piggy smalls to sleep while trying not to laugh.

“Y/N, if you laugh, I swear.”

You let out a small chuckle before standing up wanting to go check on the food.

“I’ll be back. I have to set everything out but we can probably eat.”

“I’ll help you.”

“NO! You stay your ass right here!” Jack said while handing Blanche to Urban and following behind you.

Of course Dua didn’t listen and waited about two minutes before she came into the kitchen.

You didn’t notice her, but Jack did as she was trying to squeeze in behind you but Jack promptly picked you up and kissed you, catching you off guard leaving Dua to pout.

“BABY! Help me do this! I can give you kisses later. Oh, hi Dua. You came to help?” She simply nodded as Jack put you back down and you handed her plates.

“Uh uh, I’m onto your ass.” Jack whispered at Dua and she playfully rolled her eyes.

“She’s yours, for now.”

All of you were sitting around the table with Jack on one side of you and Dua on the other which he was not happy about when Megan brought up the infamous instagram post of Maggie learning that Jack almost got you pregnant at 16.

“Scariest shit in my life.”

“All because of Clayborn’s dumb ass.” Jack said while rolling his eyes.

“I THOUGHT SHE KNEW” Clay exclaimed while looking at the both of you.

“WHY THE FUCK WOULD SHE KNOW WHEN I TOLD YOUR ASS NOT TO TELL ANYBODY?”

“Either way, that was a phone call that Jack will never live down. I thought Maggie was about to reach through the phone and kick his ass.”

“And you weren’t even trying to defend me.”

“Defend you for what? You didn’t use a condom!”

“Because I ran out and the store was closed!”

“And?! You could’ve asked Urban for one!”

“But you knew this and STILL let me hit, mamas. You not innocent in all that.”

“Am too. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.” You replied while reaching over onto Jack’s plate and stealing a short rib.

“I know your ass didn’t just do what I think you just did.” Jack asked while eyeing you.

“I can do whatever I want since I made the damn food. You’ll be compensated for it later.”

“Okay, anyway, we need dessert now!”

“Druski if you touch another sweet potato pie, I will literally castrate you.”

“Well got damn!”

“YOU ALREADY HAD THREE AND NAS DON’T LAUGH BECAUSE YOU WERE EATING THEM TOO!”

“I just want you as my dessert if I’m being honest.”

“Dua!”

“Only person who is getting to have her as a dessert is me!”

“And Urban for that matter.”

“CUT IT OUT YOU TWO!”

“Hey, wait a minute, you never answered us in the group chat when we asked who was better!” Sza revealed and Jack and Urban started to smirk while you were looking at her in disbelief.

“It was supposed to be two pages with pictures and sources!”

“I am going to say this one time and one time only and this does not leave this fucking room.”

“We’re waiting sis!”

“No one is better than the other. They’re just… different.”

“Different how?”

“AHT AHT! I answered your question now moving on!”

“We want details!” Saweetie yelled.

“No we don’t!” Quiiso said from the opposite end of the table.

“I call him Missionary Jack for a reason and….”

Jack couldn’t do anything but smirk.

“And what?!?”

“Don’t get quiet on us now!”

“I… never mind, I don't even want to say it.”

“Stop stalling!”

Urban was eyeing you because he had a good feeling about what you were about to say.

“She’s about to say how well I ate her ass.”

“BITCHHHHHHHH!!!!”

“NOT AT THE FUCKING DINNER TABLE, MY GOD!”

“GOT DAMN IT! NOW I LOST MY FUCKING APPETITE!” Druski yelled while throwing down his fork.

“DON’T WORRY THAT SHIT WILL RETURN IN ABOUT TEN MINUTES! AND Y/N ISN’T IT THE BEST FEELING?!”

“IS NOTHING OFF LIMITS? JESUS!”

“HEY, YOU ASKED!”

“YALL ACT LIKE THAT SHIT WAS A SECRET! HAVEN’T YALL SEEN URBAN’S TWITTER LIKES!?”

“HEY!”

“HE STAY LIKING SOME WEIRD ASS SHIT!”

“MY VIRGIN EARS, DEAR LORD HELP ME!”

“VIRGIN EARS? REALLY?! NO ONE AT THIS TABLE IS A VIRGIN!”

“I mean I can offer my services, nothing is off limits when it comes to Y/N.”

“DUA!”

“What? What’d I say?”

“I could have went my ENTIRE life without learning that shit.” Nemo confessed while attempting to take a sip of his margarita.

“Yall be the ones asking the questions and when I answer suddenly it’s a problem?” You asked while looking at Nemo.

“Let this be a fair warning, no one else is getting that close to my wife, EVER.”

“WE KNOW!” Everyone all said collectively and Jack simply eyed Dua.

“For now, Jack. For now.”

“That’s it, meet me outside NOW.”

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forgottenfourr · 10 months

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i saw you in a dream - university smau

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chapter fourteen - impossible

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w/c: 1349

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a/n: i am still very sick (yes again) but the people must be updated!! while bedridden i have been rewatching kingdom: legendary war and i always forget how insane it is but i love it sm. i always act like i'm watching it for the first time when i rewatch it. but watching 3 groups that i absolutely love (skz, tbz, & ateez) compete against each other is so </3

chapter is not proofread because i am too exhausted too tbh

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yn's pov:

as you predicted, the cafe was agonizingly slow today. plus the anxiety of meeting with chan during your shift today was not helping the hours go by any faster.

it's about 2:30 when he walks into the cafe, his normal bright and full smile plastered on his face like always. maybe this chat won't be as shitty as you thought.

"hey!" he greets, voice as joyful as it always is.

your anxiety subsides slightly, "hi! do you want anything to drink? on the house." you try to match his attitude but fail.

"nah i don't really drink coffee. i'll just go sit and you can meet me there whenever you're free, yeah?" he says while gesturing to the booths that are just a few hundred feet away from you two.

"i can go on break now! min is here so he knows about you coming here to talk." like on cue, minho appears behind you, placing his hand on your shoulder to make you aware of his presence.

"oh my god minho! hey!" chan says somehow more cheerful than his previous words.

"hey, chris, how are you?" minho quickly starts a conversation with chan like they are lifelong friends.

"i'm good! busy with senior year stuff but overall everything is alright. how are you?" you can hear the genuine response and question in chan's voice. it makes you wonder if he is always an open book like this for everyone.

"meh, senior year. pretty exhausting shit. plus being friends with this dumb ass," he says while pinching your side making you shriek away at his touch.

"DICK HEAD" you retort back to minho whilst shoving him. causing both of the boys to laugh.

you groan at the two and how immature they are. "min i'm going on break," you state. not giving him the option to say no or ask you to wait a few more minutes.

"okay, don't miss me too much!" minho calls out sarcastically as you and chan make your way to a nearby table. his comment making you turn around and flip him off which resorts to him laughing at you again in hysterics.

you and chan take a seat across each other. if anyone were to not know the context of what is going on right now you're sure they would think you guys were on a date.

"it's nice to see minho so comfortable with you," chan begins, ultimately dragging out the conversation you so desperately just wanted to be over.

you nod your head at his words, a slight smile on your face.

"i don't mean to sound rude but, can we just get to the point? what did you want to talk to me about?" you feel awful for skipping the small talk and going right to business but you felt as if you couldn't wait another minute. your anxiety growing in you more and more as each second passed on.

chan's face seems to falter slightly and he repositions himself in his chair. it is very evident that he is now uncomfortable.

"yeah uhm," chan pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words that wouldn't automatically accuse you. "don't take this the wrong way but," he takes a deep breath, "did you actually write the guitar part for your song?"

a haste breath falls past your lips at his question.

"what?" of course you did. you came up with it yourself. you weren't a piece of shit. you would never steal another's work.

"of course i did, why are you asking?" the genuine annoyance and hurt so audible in your tone.

"i am not accusing you of anything!" his statement coming out very quick and apologetically. "it's just. i have a friend who i worked with a few months ago. and he has a guitar part in his song that sounds identical to yours. and it could be a coincidence! but it seems very unlikely?" all his words have a ping of uncertainty to them.

"no, i swear i wrote it myself i-" a sudden thought making you cut off your own words.

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you remember exactly where you first heard the guitar melody. you had finally fallen asleep after nearly 3 days of being awake. you remember returning to your dream world, immediately greeted by the mystery boy. it felt like it always did, serene and peaceful. but it was different that day. the boy spoke to you.

"hey, do you know how to play the guitar?" he said with a warm smile on his face. the one you grew so fond of.

you laugh slightly, "i can but i am awful at it."

"would you like to be a little less awful at it? i can teach you some stuff," he said as he pulled out a guitar from seemingly nowhere

you didn't know what you expected his voice to sound like but it was certainly 10x better than anything your mind could've made up.

your cheeks blushed at his offer, "i'd love to." you replied, your acceptance making the tip of his ears red.

you guys spent the rest of your time together sitting together and playing songs for each other. though, most of the time it was him playing for you and you watching him with awe. he taught you different chords and melodies, helping you with each note as you struggled through.

there was one melody though. one that stuck with you. that bounced through your head at any given moment. one you found yourself humming at any given moment. it was like it was planted in your brain and you had completely fallen in love with the simplicity of it. the melody being so beautiful and perfect no matter the key or pace.

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your face grew pale at the sudden realization. you had only heard it once in your life. and that being from your dream boy. who is fake. who your subconscious came up with. right?

because it wouldn't make sense if the boy from your dreams actually existed. it isn't possible. and if it was, the only thing about the boy that would be the same is his appearance. everything else about him your mind created.

so there is absolutely no way he also just so happens to know the guitar melody that he taught you in your dream which you then thought was just something you came up with yourself because AGAIN it happened IN YOUR DREAMS.

there was no way that is possible. even if a teeny tiny bit of you wanted it to be possible, there is no way. it's like scientifically impossible. sharing your dreams with someone? let alone someone you don't even know?

it's too much to process. let alone in front of chan who probably thinks you're having a mental breakdown or going absolutely fucking insane right in front of him. which you kind of are!

"uh, yn?" chan tries to get your attention back to him quietly but him calling your name just makes you all too aware of what is happening right now.

you quickly stand up and you continue to revert your gaze from him. "i uh, i have to go." you quickly say, words barely audible through your mumble.

you don't give him a second to think before you're racing out the cafe's front door and run home. leaving chan there unsure of what just happened.

it's too much to think about. you just need to be away from everyone right now. minho will be fine at the cafe by himself. he'll be pissed but he'll forgive you. you'll make it up to him later. right now you just need to be alone to process everything. the possibility that somehow the boy you have been spending time with in your dreams for the past 7 months might be real and also might have been having the same dreams you have.

it's too much. but a part of you is hoping that he does exist and remembers everything you two did together. it's nearly impossible but one can hope, right?

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