#★→ a night out in town ( music. )

[asapeveryday]

SHOCK FACTOR★彡 PART 3

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Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Rival!Reader

Warnings: swearing, suggestive jokes/language, tension

Summary: having Paige’s number means she can bother you whenever she wants, but maybe a night out with her isn’t a bother at all.

A/n: enjoy guys 😇lmk what you think of this one

YOU

is this paige?

???

Has anyone else given you their number since you got here?

YOU

no…

PAIGE

Aight, so who else would it be then? 🤘🏼

YOU

i should’ve thrown out that napkin tbh!🙂

PAIGE

Ignoring that. How’s the hangover?

YOU

it’s ok. getting coffee helped ig

PAIGE

Having another night out might help too…if u fw that

YOU

with you? id rather die then “fw that” 🙏

PAIGE

Ok rot in ya hotel room see if I care 🤷🏼‍♀️

Seen.

PAIGE

Actually nvm I feel bad for ur miserable ass. U shud fr go out and see what Connecticut has to offer. Ever been to Gianni’s?

YOU

no i haven’t, I’ve only been here for like two days. is it italian food?

PAIGE

Only the best in town 😉 u shud def go

YOU

ugh I would but i have to see if elaine can take me cus my teammates are busy

PAIGE

I could take u if u want?

YOU

typing…

YOU CAN FEEL yourself getting socially drained as you text her, at least that’s what you tell yourself. Paige is infuriating and arrogant, which comes with the deadly additions of charisma and the ability to keep you on edge with every word spoken, or even typed.

You’d always known of this, even before your game with her that day. A player like Paige can be hard to come across; perfectly capable, talented and independent yet somehow the best team player out there, sharing passes she can without a doubt make. Why? Because she doesn’t need to prove anything.

It often bothered you, especially since you constantly needed to prove yourself during the start of your college career. You took every shot you could get your hands on, and she gave shots away like candy whilst still having a huge reputation as a player. Obviously it went deeper than that, but the simple fact just stuck to your brain.

You can’t help but recall her face, inches from yours attempting to pry your ball from your grasp. Like she was deserving, like it was hers for the taking. She had made a similar face on the panel where she dissed you soon afterwards, and then again while watching you at the bar, and just before writing her number on the napkin. You wondered if she was making that face right now as she texts you.

PAIGE

I could take u if u want?

The text is simple but it summons some sort of unique feeling in you. Paige Bueckers is offering to pick you up in her car, on her night off, and take you to a restaurant. And you, for whatever reason, are considering saying yes.

Sighing to yourself, you weigh your options. Option one: you sit around your hotel alone till your teammates come back, most probably drunk from a bar since it’s a Saturday. Option two: you ask Elaine to take you out once again, even though you’re probably gonna see her the whole week you’re here. Option three: you let the girl who shit-talked you at a post game conference take you out for dinner.

YOU

i guess i should go out. DONT act like ur doing me a favour tho….n if I don’t have fun i’m blocking u.

PAIGE

Drop the addy. I’ll come by in an hour

Seen.

After hurriedly pulling yourself together, taking an Advil, checking out the restaurant’s Instagram and getting ready you can’t help but find your heart steadily hammering inside of you. Paige is coming to your hotel. You’re gonna be in her car. She’s taking you to her favourite restaurant. This has to be the most peculiar thing that has happened all year.

-

The car ride is significantly better then you expected it would be. Paige adamantly seems to prevent any room for awkward silence to seep through, commenting on your outfit and filling the vehicle with music that makes the interior buzz from the volume. She has a free look on her face, chair reclined more then you’d dare if you were in the drivers seat, hair blowing in her face from the windows being down.

“I’m surprised you’re driving me out.” You say, finally airing what was on your mind.

Paige shrugs. “Didn’t feel like drinking today. Plus, I’m in the mood to be generous and show you what Storrs has.”

“If someone told me I’d be hanging out with Paige Bueckers like a week ago, I think I’d be fucking appalled. Or disgusted. Or both.” You laugh.

She chuckles, glancing at you sneakily. “You swear a lot, don’t you?”

“Awe my bad.” You pout, giving her a fake-concerned look. “Forgot you can’t handle a little language.”

“I can handle it,” she grumbles. “I just think cursing is better for specific situations.”

“Like what?”

Paige wets her lips almost sheepishly, but she keeps her eyes straight on the road. “Like sex.”

A beat passes before you respond “Sorry I couldn’t savour a couple words for you and your little kink.”

She looks over at you now, and you meet her gaze as equally as you can. She just lets out a smile, shaking her head to herself as she pulls into the parking lot. You try to ignore the elevator-sinking feeling in your stomach from her words as you get out from the car.

The restaurant is beautiful. It’s cozy, ambient and well decorated. Not too fancy and not too full, just perfect. You’re seated in a more secluded area, per Paige’s request. She orders for you, insisting she knows exactly what to get for the best possible experience.

The food is good, and you don’t feel the need to hide it from Paige, who visibly grows at your praise for the place she picked out.

“So, are you jus in Connecticut for Elaine?” She says.

“Not really.” You reply. “Me and some of the others are just doing a little East Coast road-trip. I wasn’t really interested in coming to Storrs, but it made sense to come by and see her.”

“For a whole week?” She raises her eyebrow. “Seems like you’re close.”

“I was only gonna stay in Storrs for a couple days, then go to Hartford but the girls seem to like it here.” You shrug. “They think it’s cute, being a small town and all, but it’s pretty boring if you’re not a student.”

“It’s better if you’re with fun people.” She smiles.

“I hope you don’t think you’re fun.”

“Compared to Elaine I definitely am.” Paige scoffs.

You can’t help but feel a little more hostility than humour in her tone.

“Do you guys know each other?” You ask, as sly and innocent as you can muster. Paige seems hesitant.

“Nah.” She finally decides. “I mean, we’ve talked before. Ion know her personally.”

“It’s kinda funny, she said she doesn’t pay much attention to you but I think she might have a little crush.” You laugh.

Paige visibly stiffens at this, which catches you by surprise.

In a split second she regains her calm, unbothered composure. “What has she said?”

“Not much.” You shrug. “Just seems a little interested.”

Paige’s jaw clenches for a moment, and you’re not surprised when she changes the subject. “How many people have been on your case since I posted that picture of us from the bar on my story?”

“God, so many.” You laugh, shaking your head. “You?”

“You don’t even wanna know.” She scoffs. “Not sure why everyone was so crazy bout it though, s’not like we were beefing for real.”

“Right!” You say, happy she seems to be on the same page. “It was just some petty crap. I guess people just really were hoping there would be some rivalry.”

You think for a moment, before saying. “Maybe we should keep this drama thing up. Might be fun.”

“It’s a lil too late for that,” Paige shakes her head with a slight smile. “remember how KK and Ice were on live yesterday at the coffee shop? Yeah, we kinda were in the background at some point. People saw us talking.”

“You’re joking.”

“Dead serious. There are edits and everything.”

You rest your head in your hands, elbows on the table, lessening the proximity between you and her. “I only get into these weird ass situations when I interact with you, Paige.”

She sits up in her seat, blue eyes quickly looking you up and down. “Yet you’re still here.”

“Girl’s gotta have fun.” You shrug. Her foot hits yours under the table, her eyebrow raised as if challenging you. You have a sudden thought of going under the table and letting your hands unzip her cargo pants, but instead you just kick her back.

“Wanna go?” She asks. You don’t want to go back to the hotel, and she seems to pick up on it. “The area we’re in is nice. We can walk around a bit.”

You smile and nod. “Split the bill?”

“Fuck no.” She shoots you a look, pulling out her credit card from the back of her phone.

“You cursed!” You exclaim, to which she scoffs.

“I said it’s alright in specific situations.”

Now it’s your turn to scoff. “Well we’re not having sex, are we?”

The way her eyelashes flutter at your question gives you jitters. “Aight, stop talking.” She finally manages to respond. You just send her a look that you hope makes her nervous.

-

“You’re not funny.” She grumbles, attempting to grab your phone from you.

“Back off, Bueckers! I’m serious.” You laugh, sidestepping her with your phone above your head. The street was empty and the lights were on, putting the two of you in a yellow glow against the night. You’d been walking around the neighbourhood, observing houses and learning a bit about Storrs for the past hour.

“Give me your phone, I know you ain’t deleting those.” She huffs, grabbing for your phone. You try to escape her grasp but she’s got longer limbs, so eventually your phone is in her pocket and she’s wearing a proud look on her face.

It’s nice to walk in the quiet of evening, her beside you. You have no idea where you are but you can’t help but trust she can get you back to the car in no time. Not just yet though.

You turn to look at Paige almost shamelessly. There’s just so much to observe with her. Her confident posture, toothy smile, sleek straightened blonde hair, even the baggy cargo pants and sweater. She always looked good, it never failed to annoy you.

“Either your pants are too tight or crazy baggy.” You note. She just raises her eyebrow.

“Sounds like you just want me to take my pants off at this point.”

“Wouldn’t mind a little show.” You reply almost instantly, shocking yourself at the surge of confidence. She doesn’t seem taken aback, in fact she’s intrigued.

“Is that your usual routine? Have a meal out then have a meal at home?”

“Maybe it is.” You shrug. “I never object to a wine n dine.”

“And what exactly would you object to?”

“Cocky girls who think they’re the shit.” You say, turning your head to face her. You don’t mean to target her, but she simply smiles.

“Is it really being cocky if I can back it up though?” Paige asks quietly. You’re not walking anymore, stuck in place on an empty path between buildings. She’s closing in on you until your back hits a brick wall. The way Paige is staring down at you, hands in her pockets, lip between her teeth. It’s nothing you’d object to, ever.

“I won’t believe it till I see it.” You mutter, holding her eye. The air is tense in a new way that you haven’t felt with her since you first met in the bar. Her face is entrancing.

Paige’s hands lift your jaw upwards, and she leans into your ear. “You might not see it,” she mumbles, breath hot against your skin. “But you’ll definitely feel it.”

When she pulls back from your ear she stays hovering just above you, hands chastely holding your head up. You’re in the perfect position to kiss, and you can’t stop your eyes from darting between her electric stare to her lush, pink lips.

You can literally feel her breath on your mouth when a piercing ring cuts through the moment. It’s coming from her pocket, and she pulls out your phone. Paige’s face twists as she reads the screen. “It’s Elaine.”

“Just- just decline it.” You rush out, not caring how desperate you sound. You can feel how wet you are, and the lack of heat against you is blaring.

“She texted you too.” Paige scoffs. “She’s waiting for you at your hotel.”

You don’t even know what to say. Paige’s face is expressionless. You’re disappointed, but there’s no point in begging. Nothing really happened.

“Let’s get you home.” She says, starting to walk back from where you came. “Shouldn’t keep her waiting.” Her tone is dripping with toxicity. It makes you shiver.

[hey-august]

A Favor for the Captain - Chapter 1 | NSFW (Buggy x afab!reader)

Description: You expected to spend night duty alone, but your captain decides to keep you company. Together you enjoy some light hearted conversation and silly jokes, before Buggy asks for an unexpected, but not unwelcome, favor. Word count: Just under 2.5k A/N: This is probably just going to be 2 chapters. I have the next chapter outlined, so hopefully it'll be ready to post soon. Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x afab!reader, no use of Y/N, dry humping, bad jokes, pathetic and embarrassed buggy because he's bad at communicating. All parties are consenting adults.

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“Make good choices!” you called out to your crewmates as they streamed off the ship and into the night. It had been ages since any of you had free time and most of the crew chose to spend it in town, savoring goods and experiences that were sparse out at sea. Fresh food, endless alcohol, and sex with people you didn’t work with.

You, on the other hand, were stuck on the ship. Your freedom was clipped short when you were put on night guard duty. Someone had to mind the ship at night and it fell to the new recruit who didn’t know they should lie about already having plans. Secretly, you didn’t mind. There was supposed to be a meteor shower soon and this gave you an excuse to look for the shooting stars.

The dark and quiet night draped over the ship, a heavy blanket that muffled the soft crashes of sea. A soft breeze danced through the palm trees on the shore, moving them in time with the echoes of music and laughter that drifted from town. You were laid out on the deck, positioned to search the sky. Each pinprick of light was still in place, almost mocking you for remaining on the ship and not exploring elsewhere. As if you had a choice. 

Lost in thought and drifting among the constellations, you missed the sound of footsteps approaching your solo viewing party. They moved in time with the sound of waves, a natural ability from someone bound to the sea. Eventually you realized that the feeling of being watched wasn’t pouring from the watchful moon and stars, but from a presence nearby.

Your captain broke into a grin at the sight of your panicked double-take. The first look expressed confusion and the second carried fear. Neither were emotions that were foreign to him, the pirate clown has seen both directed at him many times before. But watching your head whip around to confirm it was the captain and the way your eyes widened was downright comical. 

Before you could scramble to your feet, Buggy crouched next to you. You sat up and surveyed his face, trying to assess how absolutely fucked you were. Honestly, it was hard to read anything past the fake smile painted on his face, but he looked more bemused than pissed. This could work in your favor.

“So…guard duty?” Buggy broke the silence first.

You cringed, unsure how to answer. How could you convince the captain you were on duty when you didn’t even hear him walk over? The guy wears heavy boots. On the plus side, he wasn’t wearing his coat full of knives, bombs, and other superfluous noise makers. Even still, that wasn’t enough of an excuse.

“What were you even looking at?” he questioned, each word emphasized by his mischievous smile.

“The stars,” you answered, glancing back up at the silent audience. At the edge of your vision, you saw Buggy also turn towards the sky. “There are supposed to be shooting stars, but I haven’t seen any.”

“Ever?” He turned his attention back to you. The question caught you off-guard and you shook your head.

“Damn, if I had the right prop I could make your night.” Buggy could see the gears turning in your head, producing a complete lack of understanding. He sighed disappointedly and mimed shooting at the sky before gesturing at himself. “Shooting…star…” It was so obvious.

You groaned and covered your face, not sure if your laughter was because it was actually a good joke, or because Buggy delivered the gag like it was. Satisfied with your response, Buggy joined you in sitting on the wooden floor and looked back at the sky.

Massaging the rest of the laughter out of your cheeks, you turned towards your captain. “Have you ever seen one? A real shooting star?”

“Countless times. They’re really a sight to see…the stars know how to put on a show.” 

In the corner of his eye, Buggy saw you nod as he spoke, noting how you gazed at him a moment longer than usual. Normally the attention would make Buggy feel self-conscious, but the air between you two felt comfortable. It always did. Not that you two interacted much, but he picked up on your calm composure, even when he was wreaking havoc on the crew. Even now, as you eased yourself back into lying on the floor, you exuded a sense of peace. Moving naturally, as if you were hanging out with a close friend and not your boss. Maybe this was all conjured by the loneliness in his head. Still, Buggy indulged in the atmosphere. He joined you in spreading out on the floor for a better view of the sky and there you both lay, under boundless celestial nightlights. 

“Do you know the names of the constellations?” you questioned, putting a pause to the relaxed silence you were sharing.

Buggy nodded and started rattling off celestial names while a disembodied gloved hand floated overhead, pointing out each group of stars. After the first few, he started adding in a few made up constellations.

“Big Richie, it’s a magnificent, fearsome, circus lion.” “The Big Top Tent! See how it encompasses everything?” “Oh, this is my favorite, the Genius Jester Hat! It-”

The last one was cut off when your chuckles exploded into full-fledged laughter, satisfying the clown. “Alright, alright, I get it,” you choked out and elbowed his arm.

Buggy summoned his hand back, suddenly, hyper aware of how close you two were. Shoulders touching slightly after your giggle-fest. Hands a breadth apart. Fingers so close they could touch if he simply reached out. Heat grew in the places close to you, as if you were setting him on fire. 

You weren't aware, but you were doing it again. Consuming his mind, his attention. The way you always watched him - observed, really - interested Buggy. Occupying areas of his mind until there were days where he could only think of you. Think of ways to get your eyes on him. Your attention focused on him. Your laugh creating music for his ears. Your smile. Your lips.

There were also nights where the thoughts of you flooded his mind. At first he’d ignore them, believing it was a passing fancy. But they wouldn’t leave him alone. Every glimpse of you kept the tantalizing visions buoyant. Any shred of attention you gave him added to the relentless waves in his head, until he succumbed. He’d let the swell of endless thoughts and images consume his body until he was left shuddering and gasping your name in the dark. And now, that familiar tempest was brewing inside the pirate.

Buggy pulled his knees up, hoping the position would hide the bulge growing in his pants. Sure, he could leave, but he felt greedy. He wanted more. He wanted to stay close to you. To listen to your breathing. Feel the heat of your body…

“Captain?” Your voice snapped him back into the moment. He hummed an acknowledgement.

“I hope this isn’t too forward, but I’ve been wondering why you always wear gloves.” You nudged your hand against his, skin against fabric.

“Why? It’s part of my schtick. My role as a performing artist,” Buggy boasted.

“Mmm, part of your costume?”

“Exactly.” Buggy was pleased that you understood, but your next question tested that warm feeling.

“Are you performing now? Is this a bit?”

Buggy stayed silent. He held up his gloved hands, thinking about how to answer. To be honest, he wasn’t sure himself. It didn’t feel like a bit or a performance. There was something genuine here.

You watched as Buggy pulled off his gloves and set them down. So that was his answer. Seeing his bare hands felt surprisingly intimate. His nails were painted. Thankfully the dark night hid the blush overtaking your face. You copied Buggy and held out your hands. The two of you mimicking each other, palms raised to the sky as if waiting to collect the stars themselves.

Buggy reached over to grab one of your hands, remarking at how small it is compared to his. Other than the tell-tale calluses that all pirates have, his skin was soft. You liked how his grasp enveloped your hand. It was gentle. Cautious. Buggy liked how your hand felt in his. Warm and accepting.

Something was caught in the pirate’s throat. Words he knew he shouldn’t say, but would cause him to explode if he kept them contained. Buggy swallowed the nerves that threatened to shake his voice.

“I need you to do me a favor.” 

“Yes, Captain?”

Fuck. Even though Buggy has heard those words from you many times before, this time it sounded different. Better.

“Get on top of me.”

You turned your head to see if you heard him right. Before you could ask and confirm, his detached hands were tugging and nudging you to move. Your body felt clumsy. It was in disbelief, trying to catch up to the thoughts running through your mind and the demanding hands maneuvering it into place. Nervous and confused, you straddled Buggy - trying very hard not to sit on him - and looked down. This was something you imagined before, but it was not how you expected it to go. Although Buggy avoided looking at you, choosing to scowl at a random area on the deck instead, the hands holding your hips told you that this is what he asked for

“Cap-”

“Don’t say anything. J-just…just do me this favor.” 

He saw you nod in the corner of his eye. He finally relaxed his legs, laying them back down. The hold on your hips tightened and Buggy pressed you down, wanting you to truly be on top of him. You weren’t prepared for the hard object beneath you or for it to press back when you made contact. You jumped in surprise but Buggy kept you in place. Finally, he looked at you. His eyebrows were pulled into a frown and his jaw was tight. As expressive as the pirate clown was normally, this was one expression you couldn’t decipher. There was the usual frustration, but also embarrassment - or was it fear? - and want.

You let his hands ease you back down on to the erection trapped in his pants, sighing as it sat snuggly against you. Buggy’s hands kneaded your hips as he hissed at the feeling. While his grasp was gentle when he held your hand, the way he squeezed your body was not the same. He clung to you as if you were the last match in a dark room. Something he desperately needed. Something that would grant all his wishes.

Buggy’s cock felt so hard that it was almost painful just sitting on it. When his hands began to pressure your hips back and forth, you welcomed the movement and rocked in time with his hold. Whenever he throbbed against your body, you returned the gesture by pressing into him more. You knew Buggy enjoyed that sensation by how he groaned and moved underneath you in ecstasy. It was mesmerizing and you wanted more. Leaning forwards, you placed your hands on Buggy’s chest and angled your hips so that you could grind yourself against his entire length. 

The unexpected pressure eased a low moan from the pirate. His eyes had been fluttering but now they opened wide to watch you. Fucking beautiful. That’s all Buggy could think at the moment. Your head was tilted back in bliss while little moans and whimpers slipped from your mouth. The way you worked your body on his, driving your hips against his cock, was far better than any meteor shower. Buggy felt himself get closer to the edge thinking about how your cunt was so close. Only a few measley layers of fabric kept him from ramming himself into your wet heat and fucking you until you saw stars.

You noticed that his cock was becoming needier by the moment, throbbing and twitching below you. Rolling your hips, you rubbed your clit against his hardness. The sensation rocked through your body, a terrible side effect of the delicious feeling which left you weak. Eager to chase the climax that was close, you wanted to ask your captain for help. Before you could get a full word out, your head was pulled backwards. A disembodied hand was entangled in your hair, drawing you into an arch. The change in position left your mouth open, but the tension prevented you from saying anything more. Unable to keep pressure on your clit, you felt the climax ebb away.

“S-shhhh, n-not a word,” Buggy groaned. 

He knew he took advantage of his position as your captain and couldn’t bear to think about what you might say while he was exerting that power. It was cowardly and pathetic, but he was too far gone.

Although Buggy still had one hand on your hip, he started bucking against you. His movements were forceful and sloppy. When Buggy gasped and his hips stuttered, you knew that he reached his end. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to imagine the lewd face he must be making. What his cock looked like releasing each stream of jizz. How it would feel in your cunt. Or in your mouth. What his cum tastes like.

Once Buggy stilled underneath you, he finally loosened his grip on your hair. Breathlessly, you looked at the flushed, panting, pirate before you. As the heat from Buggy’s climax dissipated and the load in his pants began to cool and clump together, he felt ashamed and sick of himself. He could barely look you in the eyes again. Giving into his cowardice, Buggy tried to ease you off of him before resorting to his devil fruit ability when he couldn’t quickly detangle your bodies.

“Wai-”

“Thanks.” Buggy spoke over you, still afraid to hear what you might say. What you might regret. He awkwardly picked his gloves off the floor before leaving, opting to have his feet walk away while the rest of his body floated. He already felt like shit and feeling the cold globs of sadness in his pants rub against him wouldn’t help.

And that’s where you finished the rest of your guard duty that night. It gave you plenty of time to think about what happened and analyze. And overthink. And overanalyze. That was an awful way to leave someone after using them like some sort of fuck toy. But…there was a part of you that liked it. He clearly wanted you. Or part of you. And you found that exciting.

Based on how Buggy practically fled the scene, you weren’t sure how things would be tomorrow. Still you couldn't help but think about what could have happened if you spoke up. What you wish happened instead.

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★ pink pony club

on saturday nights, the lights at the fall dim as a performer takes stage. beauty, grace, taking the stage as music begins to trickle from the speakers for their performance. you're born naked, the rest is drag. how do the characters of obey me interact with this art form? are they a performer? an amateur? do they yearn for the spotlight or admire their own outfit from the shadows?

drag!au. bulleted fic/headcanons. estimated length = unknown. characters completed: none. wc: 0. current sponsors: one! sponsored word count: 0/500.

★ human!au x farming!au

a breeze travels through a small valley town. the spring is warm-- a perfect time for new beginnings. the moving truck pulls away from the small farm where you've been dropped off. this is your land now. to see it thrive, you must love and care for each inch. but first, you should probably introduce yourself to the local townspeople.

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★ obey me characters with earrings

accessories are a wonderful addition to any outfit. if the characters of obey me had their ears pierced, what sorts of earrings would they wear?

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★ obey me demon brothers presenting you with a friendship bracelet in return

you presented the avatars of sin with a custom friendship bracelet to commemorate your growing bond. now, they're here to return the favor.

demon brothers x reader (platonic OR romantic, up to reader interpretation). revival of a long-dead series. bulleted fic. estimated length = unknown. characters completed: none. wc: 0. current sponsors: none.

★ the fall's private rooms (nsfw warning)

being a human in the devildom has left you with a certain... interest in demonkind and other fantastical creatures. but you're far too embarrassed to explore this fascination with anyone you know. the solution? an anonymous station set up in one of the fall's private rooms allowing you to fuck someone without knowing who they are, no strings attached. this set-up grows a bit more complicated, though, when word travels through the grapevine about the dirty things you're doing. the door closes to the room you're tucked away in, indicating someone is here to indulge you... but is that a familiar voice you hear on the other side of the wall?

nsfw. minors dni. obey me characters x reader smut. gloryhole dynamic. estimated length = unknown. characters completed: none. wc: 0. current sponsors: one! sponsored word count: 0/5000.

★ oc spotlight: introductions

the rules of the exchange program are simple: the celestial realm and the human realm both send three of their residents to the the devildom to experience hell's culture for an entire year. among the usual residents of purgatory hall, two new faces are seen wandering about. one, a straight-laced, fledgling sorcerer trying her best to explore the depths of the devildom's history and gain a grasp on her budding powers. the other, an angel born hard-of-hearing and further deafened by the celestial war with a penchant for beautiful artistic creations.

canon-divergent!au. x reader. introduction of two original characters. character profiles. estimated length = unknown. characters completed: none. wc: 0. current sponsors: none.

★ oc spotlight: vampire!au

vampirism is a strange affliction. it creates a recluse of the most social creature, driven from the sunlight and modern society into the shadows by bloodlust and misery. you are a human being who has recently become the source of blood for each of these two ancient vampires. how does your relationship with the evolve? do they grow to see you as more than a pet, or are you slaughtered for your insolence long before they remember your name?

vampire!au. ocs x reader (separate). full-length standalone fics. estimated length = unknown. characters completed: none. wc: 0. current sponsors: none.

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lee know x gn!reader

warnings: mention of alcohol, swearing, nothing too heavy.

★ : moving on didn’t mean forgetting. you knew that. but guess you’d never moved on from the boy with pretty brown eyes and an odd way of expressing love, after all.

The bright lights of the bar—though very aesthetic—hit you right in the eyes and blurred your already hazy vision.

Music blasted from the speakers from almost every side; some were dancing their hearts out to it, some were sitting in groups and gossiping away with drinks in their hands, some were making out very loudly and openly in the most random spots, and some searching for company to take home for the night.

Others were slumped against the counter, drinking their life away.

All that grief, pent up frustration, anger, regrets, every bit of emotion they did not want to feel — people drowned it away with alcohol, or at least tried their hardest to, and with it, they, too, drowned.

You wondered it they realized that.

You did.

And you were one of them today.

You were drunk out of your mind.

That should’ve knocked you out, made you forget every worry and every regret, right? That was what you had come here looking for. That was what half of the crowd had come here for.

And it had seemed to work out for many of them. Most of them.

Except, in your case, all the drinks you had just consumed seemed to have made you focus on the exact thing —or rather, the exact person—you’d wanted to wash away with the alcohol.

Fuck your mind, and your body, and your stupid dumb self for holding him so deep within you, beyond what any alcoholic drink could reach.

You missed Lee Minho out of your mind.

2 years of pining, 3 years of dating, and going out on the most perfect dates; of noticing all those little things about each other — how he liked his food a bit spicier than normal, including eggs, because you’d wake up in the morning to find him pouring bulddak sauce over it, and how you always needed a whole carton of milk next to you whenever you ate with him.

How he would start blinking rapidly when he was uncomfortable or shy, and how you’d pick on your nails whenever you’d get anxious;

Years of breaking each other’s walls and barriers down, and learning each flaw and likes and dislikes you two had; of visiting cat cafés monthly and raising your own 3 babies together; of sketching out your dream house in your heads and making bucket lists to tick off as the years came on;

Years of growing together, and watching and helping the other person become the brightest version of themselves, and falling in love with each other a little more after every argument and every fall-out.

Years of getting so used to having the other one around; blindly and confidently believing that it would go on forever; holding each other the closest to your hearts, and loving each other thinking that it would never run out.

And it hadn’t.

Not from your side, at least.

But life had always had its unexpected ways of breaking and mending and flipping things, and people, and lives, as it pleased.

As you and Minho grew, you changed too. With age and new experiences came new perspectives and new dreams and new beliefs.

You’d known that, both of you, and you’d thought you could handle it, that you could get through it together, just like you always had in the past too.

It had never affected you,

until it did.

All of a sudden, you and Minho had reached a point where you both had completely different visions of how you wanted to go on with your lives.

Fights that you’d always make up for before the night ended — turned into days of not talking; biting your tongue to refrain from spitting out words you both knew you didn’t mean and would regret later — turned to shouting it all out on each other’s faces; and never being able to find reasons to part ways turned into counting those reasons to stay.

Lee Minho was a hurricane. The prettiest one, too.

He was the strong winds, that was meant to flow to every city and every town, that urged to climb the highest of mountains and fall down through all the valleys, and whirl around again, and again, and around, till it reached every corner of the earth — never settling, never trapped, never tied down to one place.

He wanted to go beyond what his hometown held; to see the world that existed across it—just some flights, trains and rides away, could you believe that?—and meet new faces, make new friends, try new cultures, fall in love with new places and—

You hadn’t been ready for change.

You had loved that familiarity of your neighbourhood, and the streets that always smelled like the tastiest snacks of your area, and those flower shops near your house where you formed the loveliest bond with the elderly ladies selling them, who’d gift you bouquets for free sometimes as you’d pass by. You’d adored seeing those faces that you’d been seeing around for all the past years.

You’d loved being in that place that felt like home, that was filled with people of your own kind — who knew you and adored you.

You hadn’t wished for any of that to change. You had never thought it would.

You hadn’t wanted it to.

So, when Minho had started telling you that he wanted to move away, leave the city behind and look at the faces of all the different lives he could be living and loving… you hadn’t taken it well.

Both of you had tried to hold on — you really had.

But the tighter you’d held onto the rope, the more it had stung, the more you had bled, and the more it had stretched, and stretched, and stretched, until it finally got shredded into pieces that you didn’t know how to put back together.

You had loved him beyond reason, beyond words, beyond explanation, and beyond everything that fell in between.

Hell, you still did.

It was these endless thoughts of him, and those bittersweet memories of your old joys that had dragged you to this place.

People would think six months—half a year, that is—would be enough to leave an ex behind. But maybe, that was the problem—Minho had never been just a “boyfriend” to you, so neither was he just an “ex” now.

He had been your best friend, your safest haven, your comfort person and your happy place.

He had been everything.

He had been everything.

Even in those times when you guys used to fight, and you’d get upset because of something he said or did, he would still be the only person you would seek comfort from. When you would have a terrible day at work, he would be the only one whose face you wanted to see, whose voice you wished to hear and the only one who you wanted to go home to and rest in the arms of.

When you had your best day in weeks, too, he would be the one you wanted to share all that joy and excitement with.

All of life’s ups and down. You wanted to experience that rollercoaster with Minho, and just him, and no one else.

It wasn’t that you had spent these six months crying and wallowing in self-pity, missing him and weeping about him.

No, you had been continuing with your life. You’d had amazing moments without him—you had spent some of the happiest times of your life with your friends and your family, and you’d had your good days, bad days, tiring days, fun days, and life was going on just the way it always had;

The only thing that had become different was the absence of his presence, that you were not used to and didn’t want to get used to, no matter how much you denied it.

You guessed it was the thing about not being able to move on from a person— you missed him, always.

Even when you were having the best time of your life, and when you were not, too.

You missed him even when your mind didn’t whisper his name into the depths of the night.

Even if you’d go on for days without thinking of him, you’d work and pace around your kitchen one summer night, and sit down at the table to realize you’d made dinner for two when it was now just you.

And you’d feel like crying, and you’d wish he was around, still there to call your crying face ugly before he pulled you into the softest hug and held you until you were no longer drowning.

Even if you wouldn’t feel like breaking down when you looked at pictures of him or you two together anymore, you’d drive past that one restaurant you guys used to love, on a rainy afternoon, and you’d wish he was sitting beside you, making snarky comments to tease you and get a reaction out of you; telling you in his sweetest voice “Idiot! You just drove past our place! Am I that distracting? I mean… Yeah, I know I am, but you should focus when you’re driving, baby.”

And you’d threaten that you’d fasten his seatbelt like a trap around him, speed the car up heading towards a tree, and then jump out to leave him to crash — and he’d cackle in that way you’d always adored, before quickly saying, “I’ll charge you for murder thoughts and murder attempt later, come on, pull over now!”

Fuck.

You were bereft of Lee Minho.

You missed his playful kisses, and the way he’d run from you when you came to him for hugs but then pull you right back into his arms the moment you got upset and turned to leave. You missed the kisses he would press just beside your lips, on your chin and your cheeks, and your nose and quite literally everywhere else, teasing you to the very edge, before he finally pressed his sweet lips on yours; and you missed the breakfast he would make you while you would still be sleeping in his bed. You missed being able to steal his pretty shirts and sleep in them whenever he’d be away.

You missed life with him. All of it, and all of him.

You missed it.

It was like, missing him came in waves and sometimes, you didn’t even realize you were drowning until you hit rock bottom.

Living and loving had never felt the same from the moment Minho had slipped away.

And it was only these things and these thoughts that had been playing in your mind for the longest time now, so as you sat there in that bar, drunk out of your mind and yet still, thinking of nothing and no one else but him, you didn’t think as you pulled out your phone from your bag with clumsy hands, almost dropping it as you gripped it in your hands.

The light of your phone flashes on your face as it clicks open, and you scroll through every name in your contacts until you find his.

“Snowball 🫤❤️”

Right.

You’d never changed it after the break-up.

Snowball. It was an inside joke.

You’d pestered him for a whole week to watch “The Secret Life of Pets” with you, because you loved it and you wanted to watch it again, and this time, with him.

Throughout the entire movie, you’d laughed that he and that adorable evil bunny were basically the same character, and he’d grunted and scowled at you, acting all offended, but then smiled so tenderly when you weren’t looking (or so he’d thought). Since that day forth, you’d called him your own “snowball”; sometimes calling him “your cute lovely sweet munchkin bunny” in the cringiest tone you could pull, just to see him make a face and threaten you that he’d put cat piss in your drink and block you on all social media.

You’d even changed his contact’s name to it. You’d never changed it back after.

You wish you had, now.

Because as you stared at that name with a vision so blurry, —from the drinks or from your tears, you couldn’t tell— you felt the regret, and desperation, and longing that you’d been trying to hold off since so long, crawl up to your throat and claw at your insides, and it ached.

Your fingers finally moved to press on the screen, and suddenly, before you even knew it, you were ringing your ex-lover up.

Ha.

Where were all those sexy kind ladies who stopped girls from drunk-hitting their ex up when you needed them?

Perhaps it was all in your head, but in that moment, you thought the bar ran completely silent all of a sudden. It was only the ringtone that you could hear, and with it, anxiety broke in through the barriers of your alcohol and creeped in around you and within you, coiling in.

It ringed. Ringed, ringed, ringed.

Nothing.

It continued ringing; you laughed. At yourself, at him, at the wasted people in that damned bar, and at the world, for having brought you where you were right now.

Of course, he wouldn’t pick up. Why would he? Who would anyone pick up a call from someone they had ended everything with months ag—

“…Y/N?”

You stopped breathing; you didn’t blink, you didn’t move, you didn’t speak.

You couldn’t.

What if this was all a fragment of your imagination that would break the second you did anything?

“Hello?”

But it came again — that sweet voice in the softest tone, the exact one you had missed more than you’d realized.

You mustered up all you had left, and spoke up in the gentlest of volume, “Min…”

That damned nickname and that damned voice, cursed Minho in his head as he stood on the other line.

But you’d never know that, of course.

The line went quiet for a quick second, but he talked again. “Are you… drunk?”

It made you chuckle.

Even after all this time, one word from you and he knew what was up. How could you have let that go? How could you have let it all go – everything that you both had had?

“No… I mean, yes, no. I— just a little. I’m good.” you slurred out, and the boy over the phone didn’t need anything more to know you were lying.

But he stayed quiet.

And you didn’t know when or how, but that silence between you—that had always been a form of comfort and assurance—had turned into something that pained, something rather unbearable.

So, you broke it.

And you just started rambling; maybe it was the drink, or the nervousness, or the fear, or all of it actually, but you just… you couldn’t stop talking. It felt like you’d be swallowed up whole by your own thoughts if you stopped.

So you went on.

“I… I know you’re probably well and have been doing well, and I probably shouldn’t have called, because I know it would only mess us up again, but… I was just, I was here and then, I– And… I don’t know. I just– I don’t know. I really don’t know. I was– You were on my mind– I mean, no, you weren’t, what? But you– I... I don’t know. I don’t know, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called. I-”

“Y/N.”, he cut you off and you finally took a breath. “It’s– It’s fine.”

You heard him inhale sharply before he continued. “You should call someone to pick you up. Go home. It’s late, and you don’t handle alcohol well.”

He remembered that too. Of course, he did.

You wanted to smile about it, but it felt unfair for some reason.

Was he caring for you or rushing you to stop the shit you were pulling and go home?

“No.” is all you end up saying back to him after seconds.

“…Huh? What?”

“No. I... No. I will not go. I— I have to– No, I want to... I have to tell you. I mean- I don’t know. I can’t go. I won’t go.”

And you could hear the confusion in his voice as he spoke again, and if it wasn’t your mind playing games on you, you think there was the slightest hint of concern laced in it, too. “What’s wrong? What do you have to tell me?”

You tried so hard to get all those fragments of words and feelings that blurred inside your head and make them make sense for yourself, and for him.

But how was one supposed tell their person that despite having had half a year to move ahead and find new people, you hadn’t and you couldn’t and you didn’t want to? After the way it had ended, after the reason that led to it, that all made so much sense.

“I’m sorry, can you– can you just give me a minute?” and you hoped with every ability you had left in you, that he would not hang up as you requested him in a meekly voice.

There was no answer from his side, but the line hadn’t cut off yet either.

You took your chances; gathering every ounce of strength and thinking ability you had left until you formed concrete thoughts and words in your mind before you said it all aloud — real and declared.

You would never be able to take them back. And you hoped, as you put it out in the open, that you would never want to.

“It’s been months, and I know that I don’t have any right to call you up like this on a random late Monday night, but I just– I don’t think it’s working out for me, Min. This whole moving on and leaving us behind thing. It’s not working out. I can’t do it.” your body forces you to take a breath before you continued any further – your voice would’ve started to crack, otherwise.

Maybe it already had.

“I’ve tried so hard. I really have. And I thought it was working, you know? Like, I get up every morning and you’re not on my mind, and I can get through my evening coffee just fine, without thinking about how you’d usually shout from the living room at this time, asking where I’d put the cat toys. And I come home from work on Saturday nights and don’t expect to see you waiting for me on the couch anymore, and I can go on for weeks without wondering how you’re doing or where you are. I can do that, I have done that. So, I thought it was all fine.”

And there it goes, your voice started trembling in just the slightest, and Minho noticed it. Like he’d always noticed everything.

He didn’t say anything about it, though, he just listened. And you talked. Again.

“But then, I meet someone new… and–”, you chuckle but it comes out sounding more like a soft cry.

“And I realize that I try to look for you in all of them, for those things you used to do. Like, how you’d always turn the stove off before the noodles got too soft whenever you’d cook us ramen because we like them that way, or how you know that weird but cool trick of turning an inside-out shirt right as you wore it on directly, or how you’d draw stickman figures on my hand when we cuddled, and just... all those little things you used to do. I look for them. And I– I meet people and I can’t connect to them.”

Your emotions were at the verge of bleeding out now; you had tears welling up in the corner of your eyes, rapidly spreading now, ready to slip off and down your now flushed cheeks.

“It’s like I’ve forgotten how to fall in love after you, Minho.” you spat out with all honesty. “I don’t know what to do.”

And it all finally broke.

You were now sobbing hysterically, and you tried to keep the noises down and muffled as you pressed the back of your hand against your mouth but they all fell out anyway; each one fluttering all the way out till it reached the boy, who gripped his phone with knuckles that had grown white, in a shaky hand, as he stood there, just right across the screen of your phone.

If only he could reach you.

And if he had been any good with words, he would’ve told you about it all too. His lines of the story.

How he’d gone and done what he had dreamed of, what he had left everything for – he had travelled to countless countries, countless cities, met all kinds of people, tried so many types of food—all of it.

All that he had desired.

He’d also tell you about how he got stuck in his hotel room in Sweden with no toilet roll, and could not figure out, for the sake of his life, how to explain to the receptionist that he needed a new one urgently, because neither did she speak Korean, nor did he know the basics of Swedish.

That experience had taught him to never step foot on a different land than his own without knowing the basics of their language.

So, if he had been any good with words, he’d tell you all about the adventures he’d had after he’d left home with the tiniest bit of details, and that there was still so much more he wanted to see and do, and perhaps, just perhaps, he’d also tell you about how none of it all, somehow, filled that space in his heart that he’d never noticed missing.

He’d tell you that he’d explored so many of the places he’d dreamed of, but that after every travel, he’d go back to his hotel room at the end of the day and sit on the edge of his bed, fingers hovering over your name in his contacts, because there was no one else he wanted to talk about his day with; no one else whose day he wanted to hear about.

All those friends he’d made and all those strangers whose heart he had so swiftly won over — he did not want to book tickets with them together for new movies or new flights, to new places.

He wanted to do it with you.

He hated himself for having never realized it, when you had been right there with and beside him for him to have asked you to do it all.

Yes, he’d told you he wanted to go out, he’d told you about all of those dreams, but he’d never asked you to join in with him.

Why hadn’t he?

If Lee Minho had been any good with words, he’d tell you that he’d seen so much of the world the way he’d wanted to, but had felt bliss slip right through his reach when he turned and realized — that he wanted to you to be there, to be holding your hand, and taking your pictures in the prettiest views he’d ever seen.

You would’ve made it all perfect.

Everything gorgeous, and beautiful, and lovely had felt a thousand shades duller to him, and that—he’d realized—only you would’ve fixed.

He would tell you, after holding it within his heart and denying it for so long, that he did not want to see any corner of the world anymore if he wouldn’t be able to find you, hiding there to spook him and then pepper kisses all over his face with giggles and laughter and everything that he had ever loved.

But Minho was not good with words; never had been; so, he eats the silence, and speaks it, too.

You couldn’t stop the tears no matter how much you wiped them away, and you were too scared to speak because you knew your voice had given up. You would only hiccup and gasp and break further if you opened your mouth. That was for sure.

But he, on the other line, too, was not muttering a word and—

God, you felt so pathetic.

“Where are you?” he suddenly asked, voice quieter and softer than before, breaking you out of your state.

You let out a sound of confusion; unsure of what you’d heard while also not wanting to speak up in your currently poor condition.

“Where are you right now? What’s the name of the bar you’re in?” he asked once again, a little louder this time.

The gears in your mind were turning very slow, and when he heard the silence from you end again, he cut in.

“You know what, send me your location. You don’t have to say anything.”

You hear him moving around hastily, and within seconds, he’s telling you something again. “Stay there. Don’t hang up either.”

You followed his instructions, still half confused and drunk after having used up all your left energy into that emotional and embarrassing rant you’d cried out.

Very soon, followed sounds of his car keys jingling and some ruffles, then the click of a door, and you simply sat —or rather, slumped into your seat, leaning onto the table of the counter, almost dozing off— and waited as Lee Minho started his car and set off to find his way to you.

Something in you knew he would. He always had.

And maybe, if the universe was on your side this time, he’d let you find your way back to him too.

[hynzsn]

★ STRAWBERRY KISSES ★

☆ choi soobin x male reader

-> sunshine baker!soobin x grumpy (secretly soft) farmer!reader

꩜ .ᐟ fluff, multi chapter fic, ongoing

contents: loosely inspired by strawberry shortcake (tv show), alternate universe - modern setting, m/m, romance, slow burn, happy ending, confessions, mutual pining, opposites attract, small town setting, baking, food porn, strawberries, summer festival, jealousy, first kiss, feel-good story, sweet moments, shared kitchen shenanigans

a/n: chapter one is out!!

♡︎♡︎♡︎ likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ♡︎♡︎♡︎

₊˚ ꒰ 𖦹﹕CHAPTER ONE: BERRY BEST BEGINNING ꒱ ˚₊

meet soobin, the sunshine baker known for his award-winning pastries and infectious laugh. his bakery, "crumbs & co.," is the heart of your small town, especially during the annual summer berry festival. but disaster strikes – he's out of strawberries, his star ingredient! enter you, the gruff but handsome owner of "sun-kissed berries," known for your organic, mouthwatering produce. soobin, desperate and flustered, begs you for help. you, initially hesitant due to the last-minute request and your own demanding schedule, is charmed by soobin’s passion and agrees to help, setting the stage for a week of unexpected collaboration.

₊˚ ꒰ 𖦹﹕CHAPTER TWO: FIELDS OF STRAWBERRY DREAMS ꒱ ˚₊

soobin is a fish out of water as you show him the ropes of berry farming. you navigate rows of vibrant strawberry plants, your banter a mix of teasing and genuine curiosity. soobin is captivated by your quiet confidence and connection to the land, while you find yourself drawn to soobin’s infectious enthusiasm and city-boy wonder. a playful competition erupts – who knows more about their respective crafts? the day ends with a shared picnic basket amidst the strawberry fields, a moment of quiet intimacy under the setting sun.

₊˚ ꒰ 𖦹﹕CHAPTER THREE: SPRINKLES OF AFFECTION & MIDNIGHT SUGAR ꒱ ˚₊

back in the cozy chaos of soobin’s bakery, the real magic begins. you experiment with new recipes, flour dusting their aprons and laughter filling the air. you discover a hidden talent for pastry-making, your hands surprisingly adept at delicate tasks. soobin is mesmerized by your focused intensity, your arms brushing as they work side-by-side. as midnight approaches, a moment of charged silence hangs between you, broken only by the soft whir of the oven and the unspoken longing in their eyes. a near kiss, a stolen touch of fingertips, leaves you both breathless and wanting more.

₊˚ ꒰ 𖦹﹕CHAPTER FOUR: BERRY FESTIVAL JITTERS & A PINCH OF SOUR GRAPES ꒱ ˚₊

the day of the summer berry festival dawns bright and bustling. soobin is a whirlwind of nervous energy, putting the finishing touches on his berry creations. you, despite your usual composure, finds yourself inexplicably drawn to soobin’s side, wanting to ease his anxiety and bask in his radiant energy. but your budding connection is threatened by the arrival of beomgyu, a charming, flirtatious artist who sets his sights on you, much to soobin’s dismay. as the festival begins, soobin grapples with a confusing mix of jealousy and self-doubt, unsure if his feelings for you are reciprocated.

₊˚ ꒰ 𖦹﹕CHAPTER FIVE: STRAWBERRY KISSES & A BERRY SWEET FOREVER ꒱ ˚₊

the festival is in full swing, a kaleidoscope of color, music, and the intoxicating aroma of baked goods. soobin’s strawberry creations are a hit, but his heart feels heavy with uncertainty. you, sensing soobin’s turmoil, finds a quiet moment amidst the crowd to confess your feelings. you gently take soobin’s hand, your fingers intertwining, and with a look that speaks volumes, leans in for a soft, sweet kiss that tastes of strawberries and promises. the chapter (and the story) ends with a final scene at the festival, the ferris wheel twinkling above you, your laughter mingling with the sounds of summer night, your love story as bright and hopeful as the stars overhead.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Here you will find the full list of my works for Daryl Dixon and other characters portrayed by Norman Reedus. [Main masterlist]

Requests are OPEN

⬇️ Masterlist under the cut! ⬇️ [My Ao3]

★ indicates smut, 18+ content.

Series

Paintings & Picture frames [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7]

No apocalypse AU. Daryl and reader are studying at the same college and are assigned orientation project parters. [ONGOING, HIATUS]

Wings [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6]

Judith plays matchmaker by stealing your jacket and making it match Daryl’s

Oneshots

Records of forgotten times

Digging through old music brings back sad memories, but also happy talks of the future.

Sinful ★

Father Daryl enjoys some private moments with the not-really nun.

Ruppel

You're chilling on the couch watching your favorite show. Daryl joins you because he wants to learn about your interests.

Shielded (Fantasy AU)

Everyone openly shows and uses their powers, except for Daryl. Until you get hurt.

Bad ideas ★

During a laundry round while home alone you find some ..'used' items of Daryl's to fuck yourself with and now have to work through the concequences.

Girlfriend [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Daryl is in a sucky relationship but doesn't see it at first. Reader helps him see and later shows him how a good partnership works.

Hunters Ink

One tattoo leads to many more when you fall head over heels with the artist.

Creep (modern AU)

Finding an apartment in this new town was easy, but now you needed a job.

Daisy chains

Daryl gets separated after the prison attack. He comes across a home for him and his kid to hole up in. Your home.

Beef

Requested : "Could you do a Daryl x reader where at first he doesn’t like her, and she tries to get to know why hes so mean to her? Maybe he yells at her and then some comfort after?"

Rough times

Requested: Hi! Would you be willing to maybe do a one shot with Daryl x reader in a pre established relationship but the reader is pregnant with a child that doesn't belong to him and she isn't proud of? (non-con if you're comfortable with that) Some angst about the reader being worried he won't love her once he finds out 👀

The fun has just begun

Two men snatch you away for some fun. Before they even get anywhere you and Daryl have turned the tables and have some fun of your own. CW: Torture

Forest Guardian [pt.1] [pt.2]

You plan a week long vacation to a luxury cabin. Luxury is nowhere near what you find.

Not your usual undead Vamp!AU

Which undead do you choose? The ones outside, or the one in front of you?

Breakfast ★ Vamp!AU

Locked in a bathroom stall with a hungry vampire was not how you planned to spent your time hiding from a herd.

Drabbles

Period cramp relief

Photographer Daryl

Different kinds of sex w/ Daryl

You needed Daryl for something

"Hey buddy, what are you doing here?"

"Carol gave me some cookies to share!"

Rick and Daryl go out on a run

Old man Daryl

Showing Daryl how beautiful he is ★

Worshipping Daryl's worn body

Daryl read you like a book ★ Vamp!AU

🐺Were!Daryl 🦊Were!Reader

🐺Series🐺

Shared interests [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] ★

Grimes!reader. Your father shares information about the man he considers his brother in support of your interests. Those interests take a different turn than he expected..

🐺Multichapters🐺

🐺Monsters among us [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Your water breaks in the middle of nowhere but you find the prison in time for them to help you. There you meet the man of your nightmares. CW: childbirth

🐺🦊Feral for you [Pt.1] [Pt.2★]

Request. Daryl develops a crush on a soft and sweet lady, afraid to ask you out and ruin your sweetness, only to learn later on your have a feral side as well,

🐺Oneshots🐺

🐺 His girls (xOFCs)

Alexandria's new residents find a dog. And his very handsome owner.

🐺 Full moon meetings

You get stuck in the woods, surrounded by walkers and are saved by ..something.

🐺 Night shifts

During a night shift with Rick he sends you to investigate movement in the woods, knowing it would end with two of his group members coming home together.

🐺 Dog person ★

You’re Dog’s new favorite human and Daryl gets jealous. Lucky for him you’re also good with his dog-side.

🐺 Creature Feature ★

After overhearing your spilled dirty little secret of old world fantasies, Daryl suddenly feels like he does have a chance to get you into bed with him.

🐺 Unexpected

This can be read as a continuation of Dog Person. Reader is pregnant with Daryl’s pups and has to hide it from the community until they can leave for Daryl’s cabin. CW: childbirth

🐺 Roses for the ones left behind

Daryl gets taken and leaves a pregnant reader, not knowing her child and partner aren’t human. CW: childbirth

🐺 New comforts ★ alt. ending ★

No one needed to know that sex between the two of you was for human Daryl only. Alt.: Rick now knows.

🐺 Witch hunt

Thanks to an emotional slip-up you almost risk your home in Alexandria.

🐺 Arrows & Rags

You help a wounded creature who leads you back to its den, where you find the one person you thought you had lost in the walker attack.

🐺 Why didn't you tell me?

You follow Daryl into the woods on the one night he asked you to stay away.

🐺🦊 The softer the skin, the sharper the teeth

Request. WereDaryl and Glen find a she wolf (in human form) out and talk to her about coming to the prison. She and Daryl are mates

🐺 Shame

Your most private moments are shared with the intent to drive you away. And it amost worked.

🐺 Not a monster

Request. Beauty and the Beast inspired fic. Set during Alexandria times.

🐺 Domesticated

Request. Cuddling in bed, like mundane little moments in their relationship

🐺 Bath time

Daryl's distaste for showers rubbed off on his children.

🐺 Forbidden ★

Strickt parents and werewolves don't mix, so you run.

🐺🦊 Found

Daryl finds a young girl and takes her home. He adopts her and learns she's a wolf too.

🐺 Savior ★

You show a little too much interest in Negan's new prisoner so he uses you as a test subject. CW: Non-con, forced impreg

🐺 King of the cage

In the apocalypse, entertainment is hard to come by. Until you hear of underground groups fighting with anything nonhuman.. CW: Descriptive violence and murder.

🐺King and his Queen ★

[KING series pt.2] After Daryl's match he gets treated like royalty by his loving partner.

🐺 Instincts [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Daryl finds a woman with her newborn pup, taking them into the group. Slowly their bond grows stronger.

🐺 Rules of Nature

Daryl gets hurt on a simple hunting trip and reader patches him up.

🐺 Get rid of it

You and Daryl never fought, until you did. Daryl relives old traumas while you stay at Hilltop.

🦊 The bridge home

Daryl has to introduce his exraordinary girlfriend by accident. (teeny bit of smut at the start)

🐺 Monster outside the walls

A warning about a monster outside of the Alexandrian walls takes a weird turn as new residents turn out to be trouble.

🐺 Demons are a girl's best friend ★

You hide from the rain in a church, not knowing a very interesting beast already claimed the place as his home.

🐺Drabbles🐺

🦊 Daryl was out on a hunt > Daryl liked being around her > Daryl has never been so proud

🐺 Daryl hated full moon these days.

🐺 You, Carol and Daryl go out on a run.

🐺 "Man, 's colder than a witch's tit."

🐺 You and Daryl had a great life.

🐺 Daryl came home early today.

🐺 Daryl saves you

🐺 You were all sitting around the bonfire

🐺 Daryl came home from a run. (xOFCs)

🐺 Cramps

The adventures of Daryl the werewolf and his witch girlfriend.

Inked Sigils. ★

Fate brought you together. Spells finally brought you family

Bored ★

You tagged along with your boyfriend who ‘just needed a minute’, but you were so bored..

Momma's boy ★

You find your boyfriend all alone and desperate in your apartment, so you help him out. Again.

Help wanted ★

Request "Fuck me if I’m wrong but scud just being pounced on by a desperate werewolf girl in heat would kinda be hot"

Warm & fuzzy

You just love him. It doesn’t matter what the others think

Much fun indeed ★

A summary of what being with the biker has thought you over time.

A biker's true loves ★

Request: can you do a story with funny sonny before his teeth got all messed up, younger and with female reader. super smutty. then maybe time jump and they are still together even after his looks have changed?

Coming soon??

Double Stuffed ★ Daryl/Scud/reader

It's your birthday so you get to have twice the fun!

[whatdudtheysay]

Annoying Roommate Gojo

(Pt 3)

Cw - breeding, threesome, oral (m+f), spanking, degrading+praise kink, unprotected sex, sloppy sex, (sight use of y/n) - .

Context - some students in a younger year are having a house party...Gojo and Getou being mutual friends of them obviously go as a kind gesture....but the night makes things more interesting

A/N - sosoosos sorry this took so long. I literally made the fic all the way up to the nsfw and all of a sudden Tumblr decided to delete the draft n I got so frustrated I needed a therapy break ★ enjoy ❤︎ THIS IS VERY FILTHY

Part 1 ≈ Part 2 | outfit inspo |

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Gojo didn't feel like going out tonight but here he was in some random kids house. Well to be exact, one of the college freshmen he was friends with - megumi, had a friend of a friend who was hosting tonight's party since his parents were out of town .

Not wanting to be rude and dismiss the invitation, he got dragged into this and so here he was, staring into a cup of fruity alcohol whilst different girls came and passed after he told them he wasn't in the mood.

After finishing a drink, Gojo was about to go get another but Getou approached him.

"bored? You look like a socially awkward twelve year old at a birthday party." Getou teased as he placed a hand on Gojo's shoulder.

"fuck off Suguru." Gojo muttered, placing his empty cup down and then going to fold his arms as he scanned the crowd.

"Well.... If you're looking for y/n-" Gojo's ears picked up on your name. "She actually wanted me to come find you...says she wants to talk to us."

Gojo gave getou a hard side glance before turning to him. "About?"

Getou smirked, knowing he'd already got Gojo hooked just by mentioning you.

"Well, I don't know...but you could find out if you follow me."

Gojo pretended to act hesitant but deep down inside he knew damn well he wouldn't give this up. Eventually, after keeping up his charade he finally nodded and Getou smiled, turning and leading Gojo through the crowd of people who'd attended.

As they walked upstairs, the music downstairs faded and soon enough, Getou stopped outside a door down the hall, motioning for Gojo to enter. Gojo lightly rolled his eyes and pushed the door open, revealing you sat on the bed. Almost all the blood in him rushed south when he saw you wearing that outfit...the way it effortlessly clung to you sensually and enounced your beautiful body almost had him seeing stars.

"Oh– I'm surprised you actually came." You smiled, leaning back against the bed, your hands steadying yourself.

"He was...hesitant." Getou spoke up, closing the door behind them.

Gojo raised a brow. "Why am I here?"

You sighed and got off the bed, walking up to Gojo and Getou.

"Oh, C'mon Gojo.." you sighed, letting your hand slide up his chest, his breath hitching slightly under your touch. "Don't need to be so uptight."

Getou walked around behind you, a hand slipping down your waist, making your hand fall and move to place over his.

"I've been thinking a lot...about you...and Getou.." you hummed, watching Gojo thoughtfully. "And I was thinking...you both made me feel really good...but I can't choose."

Gojo raised an eyebrow again as he watched you pout teasingly.

"So...I want you both." You concluded, smiling when Getou began to rub your waist and dip his head against your neck, kissing your skin softly.

"both?" Gojo asked again as if he didn't know what you meant.

You nodded. "Both...at the same time."

Gojo's mouth parted slightly and you giggled whilst Getou smirked.

"What? Don't tell me you wanna just sit and watch like last time?" Getou taunted, his hands moving up to the straps of your dress. "I wouldn't mind though...I don't usually like sharing."

Gojo grit his teeth whilst he watched you both.

"Like hell I am." Gojo spat, walking closer to close the distance.

Gojo leaned down and kissed the other side of your neck, causing you to gasp lightly, whilst Getou just smirked at Gojo's reaction, his hands moving to grope your ass.

As Gojo continued kissing and biting your neck, leaving deep marks against your flesh while Getou pushed your dress up to your hips, pulling down the pink thong you'd worn tonight, letting it pool at your ankles before pushing two thick fingers into your mouth.

"Be a good slut and get them nice and wet for me." Getou whispered.

You nodded and quickly sucked his fingers eagerly, swiping your tongue over his fingers to lubricate them the best you could. Once Getou was satisfied he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, pushing them against your clit.

Gojo helped hold you up once you jolted from the sudden stimulation, drinking in the reaction of your mouth hanging open, letting a few small moans and whines spill from your glossed lips.

Getou smiled at your reaction. "So sensitive, hm baby?" He then stopped rubbing your clit and glanced at Gojo. "Wanna feel Satoru's tongue on your pussy, baby?"

You quickly nodded and Getou smirked, nodding towards the bed and Gojo followed through. They both led you to the bed, your heels falling off as Getou helped you get rid of your dress, your nipples pebbling once exposed to the sudden coolness of the room.

Gojo didn't waste anytime and spread your legs whilst Getou took one of your breasts into his mouth, the other being fondled by one of his large hands. You whimpered as Getou grazed his teeth against your hardened nipple whilst Gojo watched you closely. Without wasting another second, Gojo leaned down and licked a fat stripe against your slit, causing you to jolt and moan suddenly.

Getou watched with a smug look as Gojo began to go down on you, his tongue eagerly lapping up the arousal that had begun to seep out of you as a product of Getou's prior teasing.

Getou let your nipple slip from his mouth as he watched you moaning and squirming under him, his hands moving to hold you down, ensuring you took what Gojo had to give.

"You like it baby? Like when satoru licks your cunt, hm?" Getou asked lowly, moving to leave hickeys against your neck.

You nodded, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you watched Gojo glancing up at you, his eyes blown with pure lust as he continued to suck your clit before moving his tongue down to your entrance, pushing his tongue deeply into you.

Getou smirked once he saw you throw your head back against the sheets, arching your back as Gojo continued to lick and suck your throbbing cunt, his fingers dipping into his own mouth momentarily before he pushed them with ease into your hole.

"So pretty baby..." Getou praised, kissing your neck softly, a pure contrast to the rough pump of Gojo's fingers inside your pussy.

You whimpered and gripped the sheets tightly as Gojo continued to lick and suck and fuck you with his fingers and tongue, while Getou moved away from your neck to tease and twist your nipples, watching as your face contorted in pleasure.

"Satoru–" you gasped, making gojo look up at you, his fingers curling up against your sweet spot when he heard you call him by his first name.

Gojo continued to lap at your clit almost hungrily before switching, pulling his fingers out of you to rub at your aching bud whilst his tongue moved to lick up your dripping arousal.

"Shit– I'm gonna cum." You shakily cried, your hands moving to grip Gojo's snow white hair whilst Getou moved a hand to rest against your abdomen, pressing hard against your abdomen to watch you squirm.

"Go on then, pretty...cum for us." Getou whispered against you.

You finally let go once Gojo curled his tongue against that spot that had you seeing stars, your hips rolling against Gojo's mouth eagerly as you came against his tongue, riding out your orgasm against him eagerly.

Once the overstimulation finally set in, you shook lightly and gasped as Gojo continued to lap at your wetness, your hands weakly pushing against him while whimpering out pleas.

Gojo finally sat up, licking his fingers before doing the same with his mouth, groaning at the taste of your arousal buzzing on his tongue.

Getou watched as Gojo pulled off his shirt, his hands then moved to his belt. You panted whilst watching through half lidded eyes as you watched Gojo pull down his pants and briefs, revealing his cock that was painfully hard and leaking with precum.

Getou's hand then helped you sit up. "Be a good girl and suck Gojo off, ok baby?"

You nodded and moved closer to Gojo's hard cock, giving his tip a few kitten licks, his pre cum coating your tongue before you finally took his tip into your mouth, looking up to see Gojo's eyes flutter lightly as he felt your hot mouth envelop him.

At first, you were going to go slow to get used to Gojo's size but having other plans, Gojo pressed against the back of your head, pushing you down onto his cock, not stopping until he heard your first few gags, letting him know when to pull you back off. Getou watched with a dark lust as he watched Gojo fuck your throat, his own hands moving to pull off his belt and shirt, discarding them somewhere in the room before doing the same with his pants and briefs.

Getou then walked towards you two. Through teary eyes, you could see Getou coming to your side, stroking his cock. Gojo noticed getou and pulled you off his cock, not even allowing you to catch your breath before he forced you to suck Getou off. Getou let out a deep moan as he felt your mouth suddenly against his dick, letting out deep groans as he felt your tongue sliding against his underside, his hips jolting into your mouth, making you gag more.

You tried to accommodate to the sudden size change. While Gojo was thinner and longer, Getou was equal in length but on the thicker side. Gojo stroked himself as he watched you struggle to take Getou to his base, letting out a shaky moan as he felt himself getting closer just from watching. Getou noticed and gently pulled you off, letting you actually catch your breath as you looked up at both of them and then at their painfully hard cocks.

Getou glanced at Gojo but he shook his head, relaxing onto the bed before pulling you to straddle him.

"if I'm gonna cum–" he panted, making you hover your hips before lining himself up with your dripping entrance. "It's gonna be in this slutty pussy."

You let out a loud moan as Gojo entered you all at once, your walls stinging as Gojo fucked his hips up onto you, your hands moving to rest on his chest whilst Gojo steadied you by holding your hips tight enough to leave bruises.

Whilst Getou watched him fucking up into you you ride him, he continued stroking himself, groaning in pleasure as he watched before a devilish smirk wavered over him. He walked to Gojo's side, resting a knee on the bed. As Gojo felt the shift in weight, he looked up and saw Getou on top, stroking himself over him.

"Be good and say 'ah'" Getou teased.

Gojo didn't know what came over him, but he found himself opening his mouth, letting Getou's wet cock slide down his mouth. You moaned whilst watching, your walls squeezing Gojo in almost a voice grip as you grinded yourself down against him, biting your lip as you watched Gojo suck Getou off. Getou noticed you watched and his smirk widened.

"Feeling left out baby?" He asked, delivering a hard spank against your ass, the recoil making him groan and thrust deeper into Gojo's mouth. "C'mon. Keep riding Satoru's cock like a good slut."

You nodded and continued riding Gojo, Getou biting his lip in response before leaning over and sloppily kissing you, your mouths parting slightly to swirl your tongues against each other before your lips met again. Gojo's hips involuntarily buckled into you as he saw this, groaning around Getou's cock whilst his tongue lapped whilst more precum leaking into his mouth.

"Fuck–" Getou cursed deeply once he pulled away from your lips, his shallow thrusts becoming deeper as he felt the ignition of his upcoming orgasm push into full gear. "So close, Satoru-" he grunted deeply.

You whined as you continued watching them. "Shit- 'm close too,"

Gojo let out a muffled grunt, making Getou chuckle breathlessly. With one more roll of your hips and a sudden jolt of Gojo's hips, you moaned and clamped your eyes shut as you came, your nails digging into Gojo's hips as he continued fucking into you more frantically as he chased his own climax. Getou groaned above him as Gojo's tongue moved quicker. Getou then let out a deep moan, finally releasing deeply into Gojo's mouth, causing Gojo's brows to furrow at the sudden feeling of Getou's seed filling his mouth, forcing himself to squeeze his eyes shut and swallow it. Gojo wasn't even sure if he was turned on from sucking Getou off or if it was because of your hips still grinding against him but he eventually followed suit and came, releasing thick ropes of cum deep into your pussy.

You let out a shaky gasp as Gojo filled you up, your hips moving more whilst your walls continued spasming around his cock in your post orgasmic bliss, milking more of his cum out whilst Gojo's hands dug deeper against your hips.

Finally, Getou slipped out of Gojo's mouth, both of them panting whilst you watched them, your eyes still lidded.

Getou walked over to you and gave you another sloppy kiss before helping you off Gojo's cock, letting you lay down on your back, spreading your legs once more.

"Fuck–" Getou groaned as he pushed his tip teasingly against your entrance, easily being able to slide inside, Gojo's cum pouring out of you as a result.

Getou immediately started at a rough pace, barely giving you time to adjust properly before he was already pounding into your pussy, causing your breasts to jolt as you let out a string of loud moans and whines.

Gojo watched as Getou immediately began pounding you, his cock already hardening at the sight. He walked to the other side of the bed, towering over you. Once you saw his cock getting harder you mewled, your back arching as Gojo's hand moved to grope one of your breasts, his other stroking himself again, ignoring the screaming sensation of overstimulation.

"Gonna fuck your throat now, princess. Think you can take me again?" Gojo asked as he twisted one of your nipples.

You whimpered and moaned softly as you nodded, trying not to let your mind slip as Getou continued pounding into you.

Gojo wasted no more time, pushing his cock into your mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut as Gojo fucked your mouth with almost as much force as Getou's hips snapping against yours. Both of them let out a series of groans and grunts as they used your body to please themselves.

"Shit– So fucking tight even though you got fucked by satoru, hm?" Getou grunted, his hands tightening at your waist as he fucked into you with need. "Such a good tight cunt."

You moaned around Gojo's cock as a response, causing him to jerk his hips deeper into you, his hips moving faster once he heard your light gags.

"Fuck, pretty girl- your throat is so good– so fucking tight." Gojo sighed, revelling in the way you licked his tip anytime he pulled out or the way your throat tightened even more when his hands groped your tits even harder.

Getou continued his rough assault against your cervix, his thumb moving to rub against your clit, smirking as your body squirmed and tried to move away from the sensation, your walls hugging him tightly.

"So fucking good for us baby. Gonna let me cum in your pussy, hm? Gonna swallow all of Satoru's cum?"

You eagerly nodded and sucked Gojo's cock harder, paying extra attention to his swollen tip that had his eyes rolling back. After enduring a few more hard thrusts, both of them came almost at the same time, the feeling of Gojo shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat and Getou pushing his hips deeply against you, spilling out a string of curse words as he came deep inside your abused cunt.

The combination of feeling them both releasing so deep inside you pushed you over the edge, letting out muffled moans around Gojo's cock that had him shivering whilst your walls milked getou hungrily, his grip on your hips tightening as he resisted the urge to start fucking into you again.

After you finally calmed down, Gojo pulled his cock out of your mouth, a light drawstring of cum and saliva connecting you both before It finally snapped. Getou did the same, pulling his cock out of your pussy, his fat tip slapping against your clit, causing you to jolt and whine, earning you a chuckle from Getou.

Gojo moved to Getou's side between your legs. You looked at them both, your body still shaking. They shared a glance before leaning down and spreading your legs wider, a gasp coming from your swollen lips as they both began eating the mixture of all of your aftermath out of your cunt, both of their tongues hungrily moving against your hole to take in the filthy product you'd all made. You moaned shakily, trying to endure the overstimulation as they continued eating you out, only stopping when they'd cleaned you completely.

Once they finally stopped, they each placed a small kiss against your clit before sitting up. Getou licked his lips whilst Gojo laid beside you, pulling you against him whilst he kissed you, letting you taste the lewdness of what had just conspired. Getou watched and laid on your other side, cupping your cheek and pulling you to his side to kiss you messily.

After he let you go, you all laid on the bed, panting.

Gojo let his eyes flutter shut and eventually felt himself falling asleep.

Sadly this was all short lived when he heard an annoying shout of his name. Gojo shot up and rubbed his eyes, looking around before hissing. He looked down at his crotch and was shocked to see a blanket and a tent in it.

Frantically, he looked around and saw he was...in bed? His room door opened to reveal you wearing...that same dress.

You had an annoyed look on your face and rolled your eyes. "Geez, satoru! I called you like ten times and you're still not up!? You said you'd drive me to the party tonight."

Gojo groaned loudly and ran a hand through his messy bed hair when he realised it was all a dream. A very erotic one. He looked back down at his huge bulge whilst you continued mouthing off on him.

Silently, Gojo got up, watching as you continued running your mouth. Once he got closer, you stopped talking and held your breath once Gojo cornered you against his wall.

"Two things sweetheart. One, we aren't going to the party. Two, call Getou to come over." Gojo whispered.

"I have a few other plans we can get up to tonight..."

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[m6lotov]

★ Chalino Sánchez

Big ass blog about Mexican popular singer that killed for revenge. Also known as a social warrior.

Full of tragedy and shootings ( will mark with a blue “ * ” Everytime something happens.)

August 30th 1960, Sinaloa, Mexico. “Rosalino Sánchez Félix” alias chalino was born. He didn’t like being called “Rosalino”, he said it was too “feminine”.

He was raised in a humble family, they used to work in a field. Chalino was the younger one from 4 siblings, since he was a kid he knew he wasn’t going to have a easy life. They didn’t have so much money, and it became worst when he became 6 years old as his dad died and his older brother got in charge and acquired the role of “the man of the house”.

Not having a old and wise father figure made him get in trouble most of the time he would get into fights with other kids from other farms with sticks and rocks. That’s how he grew up and got his survival instinct with a really violent and impulsive temper.

One of the worst things you can do in their same life style is showing weakness.

After primary school , chalino left his education to continue following his field work. That work was really hard, and much more for a little kid. So his pass time while he worked he used to hum his favorite songs from “Luis Perez mesa” that was his favorite artist and role model. Music was basically his copy mechanism.

He always had that dream of being an artist someday, but in his lifestyle it was just a “silly dream”, when he used to tell his friends and people that worked with him they used to react with a little of admiration because he used to be serious about his dream.

His dream was leaving that small town behind to pursue his dream and have more opportunities. But something bad happened.

In those years criminals organizations were advancing and becoming bigger and bigger ( in the 70’s it wasn’t that normal like it is today in Mexico. )

*

When chalino was 11 years old, his sister “Juana” was a victim of sexual abuse from a mafia guy and one of his workers. They left her stranded and fully naked on the streets. That mafia guy was well known among the town and he was called “chapo Perez”. That left chalino with a big trauma and anger, he was always told he had just “get over it” he was just 11 and could do nothing.

While the years went on, he never forgot and his anger and resentment just grew bigger and bigger. He was influenced by big rebel revolutionary Mexican figures , he then became kind of a “social warrior”. So he got a gun that he always had everywhere: with the purpose of protecting weak people from criminal organizations. That made people love him, and also gain a lot of enemies.

*

When he was 17 he still had that resentment and anger. He discovered that “chapo Perez” was going to be back in town, and he knew he wasn’t going to step back and has to revenge his sister, even if he died.

The revolution day was being celebrated. There was a party In a school, music, food, basically a Mexican party. When it was late at night, chalino saw “chapo”, he just walked in front of him, stared with a neutral expression, he didn’t say anything. He pulled his gun out and started to shoot him multiple times, causing a shooting in the party. But when they were about to shoot chalino it was too late, he had already escaped in the big bushes of the field.

Everyone that knew chalino knew that he didn’t have much time left if he stayed in that town, or even Mexico at all. So they all put money to make him get out of Mexico, in 1977 he crossed the border in a clandestine route with the help of “coyotes”

* coyotes is the term used to people that help immigrants cross the border, illegally. Ofc.

When he arrived he started living with his aunt in L.A California. He started gaining money by working in the Coachella fields. His sister Juana went with him too, and she presented to him “marisela Vallejo Bolaños” a woman that chalino started a relationship with, im short time they had two kids, “Adán” and “Cynthia”.

*

After doing some work. Chalino got betrayed. He was going to get payed with his brother 120k, but just ended up in a shooting, they escaped, chalino got the help of a little kid that hid him in his house, when he was asked if he saw him he just told the guys he ran to X place.

1984, his brother “Armando” was shot two times in a motel in Guadalajara, Mexico. After winning a fist fight, the rival didn’t accept that lose, so he decided to kill him. Chalino went to investigate what happened, but he got in jail for a year.

In there, he got with one of his cousins that used to play the guitar, that’s how chalino started his life as an artist. He started writing his own music, a mostly about love and crime. His first song was a song dedicated to his brother

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After this time, chalino went to USA again, he wanted to start a peaceful life, normal works, washing dishes and cars. But he soon discovered that the restaurant he worked to was relaciones to crimes, he could NEVERR escape them. He ended up being his worker that used to drive him, didn’t last long, his boss was shot. So he wrote a song about his boss, that song got really popular among LA Mexicans, they started to tell chalino that he would start writing about his stories.

* Fact about his music commissions, he didn’t accept money. He used to ask for jewelry, guns and stuff like that. He also didn’t like putting himself in the album covers, but he ended up doing it anyways, it made more money.

Chalino has became an icon in L.A Mexican music industry.

*

But he still had enemies. He got in a fight once in a quinceañera party . He was just singing his songs. But a drunk man screamed at him to sing a song he wanted. Chalino told him to have patience.

The guy pulled a gun out. Chalino didn’t think twice and he started a big shooting after pulling his gun out. The drunk man shit chalino twice, penetrating one of his organs. Chalino had bad luck and his gun didn’t function, so he tossed his gun to the guys face, he ended up fainting. Some bullets ended up landing on a musician, innocent people and even more. Two died, and there were a plenty injured.

After all, Chalino survived. That made his music gain more popularity.

* Time skip, to his final day.

He was invited to do a show in Mexico, they offered him 20k usd to sing some songs. Everyone told him to don’t do it. But 20k was a lot, he said that there was people that would kill others for less.

So he accepted and went to do the concert. He knew his time in life was that long anyways, he had been near death a LOT. He wasn’t scared anymore, if he had to die, well, he would.

May 15 1992

He was doing a concert, there was a lot of people that loved him, and hated him. when he was about to start to sing “Alma enamorada” he got a little note passed to, he thought it would be a petition to a song, when he read it his smile faded.

It isn’t known what that note said,but by his expression I think y’all can assume something. He lived that last song with passion.

After the concert, a fan offered him a gun by a cheap price, chalino didn’t want it because he said he wouldn’t need it, but the fan really wanted to sell it to him. So chalino just closed his car window and drove off (he was with friends and family im his car.)

While he was driving to a house of one of his family he saw two cars getting near to him, flashing their front lights to him for him to stop. Chalino called his bodyguards for them to get to the place.

He paused his car and got his gun, kept it between his legs.

Two guys started getting near to the car, so chalino told his family and friends to hide. This one guy told chalino that he was going to inspect him for “drugs” , and that he needed to get off the car to talk about it. It was a totally false accusation but chalino got off the car with the two guys, they got near to one of the attackers car.

Chalino knew they were lying so he just told them to don’t put a finger to his family and friends that were just watching how chalino walked away. That same night, chalino’s body was found dead in a water canal.

* TW for maybe disturbing description on how his body was.

Nobody knew his was actually chalino. His watch and Jewelry weren’t there, neither his hat (it was found some meters away the body after).

The reason nobody knew this was chalino is because his face was disfigured , bloody, full of bruises and injuries. There were also injuries that reflected that he had gotten tied up by his feet and wrists to then be beaten up. But that isn’t all, There was also a few gunshots on his back.

That’s how chalino’s life ended, he’s still being remembered and his songs are still being played everyday in Mexico.

That was all… I hope y’all liked it and I explained it good, it’s just a resume about his life but it ended up being a lot cuz his life was CRAZYYY as hell. This was his last song that he sang , give it a hearing !

Also I’m sorry for bad English lol , I spent like 1 hour on this

[shybunnie20]

Eddie Munson x Alt!Fem!Reader

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Summary: Eddie seeks Steve's assistance in wooing you, but it doesn’t go the way he planned.

Author's Note: This was so fun to write! I don’t think it turned out particularly angsty tbh. There's a little bit of Halloween in it, 'tis the season.

Proofread to an extent. 90s AU with no Upside Down. No use of Y/N. Reader is vaguely depicted: wears black, has tattoos and piercings (no amount or locations indicated for either), enjoys spooky movies, and likes metal music. Happy ending!

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: brief mention of alcohol consumption, includes more swearing than usual

The sun hangs low, blowing kisses of dusk through the streaky panes of Family Video. Inside the store, the sporadic popping of kernels sets the tone for the evening shift.

When it comes to this job, unboxing shipments of snacks is the one task that manages to hold Eddie’s fleeting attention, simply because it gives him an excuse to wield a box cutter. Alas, today is not one where a shipment has been delivered. He’s more or less getting paid to hang out and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Leaning beside the register, Eddie lazily flips through a dated issue of Rolling Stone magazine. He’s not even reading the articles, just skimming the pictures.

In the documentary section, Steve is busy restocking the shelves. “I heard Keith’s giving out a plaque for 'Least Productive Employee' this year. If ya ask me, I think you’ve got Robin beat.”

“That’s debatable,” Eddie licks the pad of his finger and flips the page. “You’ve got it handled, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but there’s plenty of stuff that needs to get done before we get slammed tonight.”

“I’m doing my part,” Eddie raises his head and a smirk slowly overtakes his bored expression. “Someone’s gotta keep the front counter company. It gets lonely.”

“Aw, how touching. Of all things, you’ve found true love with a piece of furniture,” Steve scoops up the bucket of go-backs and sidesteps to the neighboring genre. “That’s gotta be the closest thing you’ve ever had to a relationship.”

Burn, but an accurate one. Eddie isn’t a Casanova but there’s nothing wrong with that, not at all. He’s got his hobbies and friends, what point is there in trying to convince the town that he’s up for a little romance? Besides, the absence of encounters means that flirting isn’t in his wheelhouse.

Eddie looks down at the face of his Casio, reading that it’s nearing seven o’clock. “Hey, do we still have a copy of Beetlejuice around?”

“I doubt it. All of the spooky shit has been going like hotcakes since Halloween is right around the corner.”

As customers trickle through the door, Eddie shifts to the computer system and types hurriedly on the keyboard. “Fuck, it’s gotta be here,” He abandons the register and searches the store.

Steve opens a case and snaps it closed, entirely oblivious to the commotion until Eddie whizzes by in his peripheral vision. “Okay, this is a whole new level of obnoxious,” Steve huffs. “Why are you so hell-bent on finding that specific movie?”

“Because she’s probably gonna wanna rent it, and if we don’t have it…” Eddie trails off as he flies by on the other side of the store.

“Cool your jets, turbo,” Steve notices that more people are coming into the store so he waves Eddie over. The last thing they need is a lawsuit because an old lady got plowed down. “Seriously, what gives?”

Wheezing at the end of the aisle, Eddie hunches over and bows his head. He grips his knees for dear life while he tries to catch his breath. “There’s this girl.”

Steve’s feathered brows mirror the nosey tone of his voice. “Who is it? Do I know her?”

“I doubt it,” Eddie coughs. “But she stops in every Friday night.”

“News flash, butthead. It’s the busiest day of the week, that’s not exactly narrowing it down,” Steve feels a creeping presence over his shoulder. Speaking of old ladies; he peeks, just to find an elderly woman encroaching on his personal space to view the titles that he’s blocking. “Sorry,” he says halfheartedly before directing his coworker toward the register with a toss of his head. “Is it Tara P.?”

“Nope,” Eddie follows and plops on the stool furthest from the computer. “She wears a lot of black, has tattoos, piercings-”

Steve shakes his index finger. “Okay, yeah, I know who you’re talking about now. She’s always dressed for a funeral,” He snorts.

“I know, isn’t it hot?” Eddie sighs dreamily while he tugs at his green coil key ring, stretching it as far as it’ll go.

“I mean, if you’re into that kinda thing,” Steve shudders dramatically. “Gives me the heebie-jeebies.”

“I’m definitely into that,” Eddie gnaws on the soft pink flesh of his lips as he pauses. “There’s this aura around her, y’know? Not just her looks either, it’s her energy too.”

“Dark and brooding, huh? That’s what gets ya going?” Steve switches to his customer service voice as he checks out the elderly woman with minimal back and forth.

“Yeah, whenever she’s around my hands get all sweaty,” Eddie looks down at his large palms that are growing slick from discussing you. “She hangs out at the bar where I play. God, just seeing her makes my heart sing.”

He loses himself in thinking about seeing you at Wraith. You’re the only one that he strives to impress but he has yet to. You dance to other bands but not Eddie’s. Sometimes you nod your head to the beat, though it’s never enough for you to acknowledge his existence.

“Pass me a barf bag,” Steve gags. “Makes your heart sing?”

“Whatever, dude. It’s not like you’re gettin’ any action with your Harrington charm.”

“Excuse you,” Steve looks at Eddie pointedly. “I almost got that girl’s number on Monday, thank you very much. She was totally digging me.”

“Was she, though? ‘Cause she left without giving you her digits,” Eddie chuckles mockingly and tilts his head. “How many more times do you have to strike out before you finally throw in the towel?”

“That’s rich coming from the guy who canoodles furniture,” Steve scoffs. “Don’t come for my manhood. At least I have the balls to make a move.”

“So many moves, and yet, so few takers!” Eddie throws his head back and laughs boisterously.

“Put a sock in it,” Steve groans.

Speak of the devil. Eddie spots you walking into the store, just as you always do at this time. “Oh god,” He gulps and his joints lock, freezing time and space simultaneously. His mouth is slightly agape as the world comes to a standstill. His vision narrows to a tunnel, rendering him deaf and mute.

Steve snaps his fingers in front of Eddie’s face. “Jesus, man. Try to act somewhat normal,” he rolls his eyes. “If you even know how.”

Eddie does not know how especially not after being literally snapped out of his trance. His palms are clammy, his breathing is rigid, and he’s dizzy as all hell. “Look at her,” He whispers. Christ, you look so fucking pretty today.

“Are you trying to catch flies, dude?”

“No,” Eddie scowls, promptly tightening his lax jaw. “Fuck off.”

Steve takes notice of your figure moving down the aisle and turning in their direction. “Duun dun,” he begins to imitate the Jaws shark theme. “Duuun dun,” As you approach from the other end of the store, Steve gets progressively louder. “Dun dun dun dun dun-”

“Quit!” Eddie barks through gritted teeth and kicks Steve’s calf. “Don’t be an ass.”

“Ow, that was uncalled for,” Steve bends over to rub his leg in an attempt to soothe the ache. 

“Jesus Christ! She’s coming over here,” Eddie paces in the cramped area, nearly colliding with Steve when he pivots. “What the fuck do I do? I don’t know how to be Mr. Cool Guy.���

With your chosen film in hand, you are in fact approaching the register. Steve’s voice becomes discernible as you get nearer. “...if you keep acting like such a wuss. Grow a pair and just-”

“Shut up! Shut it,” Eddie makes it appear as though he’s doing something productive to the snack display, but he’s really just shifting the packets of Skittles around.

“Just this,” you confirm by setting down the tape and digging into your purse. The atmosphere feels tense, to say the least. You’ve clearly interrupted something. It’s plain to see on the other employee’s tomato-red face.

Steve offers a straight-lipped smile and scans your membership card. “Find everything alright?”

You hum in response. While he carries on with the transaction, you notice how peculiarly still the other guy is. “Hello,” you greet him softly, hoping to ease the atmosphere.

Eddie’s hands come to a halt and he looks up at you with wide eyes. “Heh,” He meant to say “hey” but only the first letter made it out alive. As you pay for your purchase, his mouth is still moving and he doesn’t know why. “That’s a good one,” he gestures to the movie.

You startle inwardly, not having anticipated an actual conversation to start. He seems nice enough. “You’re a fan of scary movies too, I take it?”

Eddie nods timidly. He flexes his fingers to combat the overwhelming numbness that’s plaguing his hands. His heart is beating so goddamn hard that it’s on the verge of bursting through his chest and landing wetly at his feet. “Yeah, I like them. They’re good. Really good.”

“Agreed,” While you tuck your wallet away, a polite smile rests on your face. “I was actually in the mood for Beetlejuice but it doesn’t look like you have it,” Your smile falls ever so slightly.

The sight causes Eddie’s pounding heart to twist and plummet to his ass. He’d give you every copy on the planet if he could.

Steve listens in over the sound of your receipt printing. His brows arch in genuine surprise that Eddie knew you’d want that movie tonight. Creepy, but impressive nonetheless. “Sorry about that,” Steve tears the paper from the machine and hands it to you. “Maybe next time.”

“Maybe,” you nod, accept the receipt, and pick up the tape. “Have a good night,” you say to both of them and head out.

Once you’re through the doors, Eddie clutches Steve’s forearm to ground himself in reality.

“Ugh!” Steve yanks his arm away to escape the muggy grasp. “That’s gnarly, man.” 

“Do you believe me now?” Eddie wipes his sopping palms on his jeans.

“Oh, I believe you, especially after witnessing that. I’m pretty sure Henderson has more game than you.”

Eddie returns to the stool with a plop. “Just kill me already,” he rubs his face, sighing. “Put me out of my fucking misery.”

“Don't threaten me with a good time,” Steve laughs to himself. “Anyway, back to Little Miss Dead Inside. What’ve you tried?”

“Nothing,” Eddie drops his hands and slouches in defeat. “I don’t think she even knows my name.”

“You gotta give her a reason to,” Steve continues conversing from over his shoulder while he checks out another customer. “What about notes? Y’know, old-fashioned love notes.”

Eddie scrunches his nose. “I dunno about that.”

“It’s right up your alley, Shakespeare. Besides, the ladies love melodramatic shit like that.”

Eddie suddenly perks up. “Wait, I could be totally anonymous! She could figure it out on her own. That way she comes to me and I don’t even have to approach her.” 

“That’s not what I said at all.”

“This could totally work,” Eddie motions to Steve’s head. “Who woulda thought there’s a few marbles rollin’ around in there.”

“Ha-ha,” Steve continues to slowly but surely shorten the line. “Don’t think I’m helping you.”

“The hell you aren’t,” Eddie hops up on the counter beside the register. He swings his legs with newfound optimism and tears open a package of red vines. “You’re obligated to help since it’s your idea.”

“I absolutely am not, and I have no interest in being inadvertently bitten by some vampire chick. Leave me out of it.”

“C’mon, I’ll owe you big time,” Eddie begs with his mouth full of waxy candy.

“You have to clean the restroom for two weeks,” Steve declares with a smirk.

“No fucking shot,” Eddie points with a half-bitten licorice rope. “Pick something else.”

“Do you want help or not?”

Eddie did indeed want help, so he agreed to the bullshit terms and conditions. He can scrub a toilet, no problemo. Honestly, he’d polish a hundred of them with a toothbrush if that meant you’d step into his life. You’re worth cleaning toilets for.

After closing up shop for the night, Eddie sits at his desk in his bedroom until the early hours. He writes draft after draft, struggling to find words that are forward and inviting without coming on too strong right off the bat.

Upon your arrival the following week, Eddie is shaking like a leaf. He listens to your interaction with Steve while being partially concealed behind a tall cardboard cut-out. Despite not being able to see you, he can see your lips forming the words in his mind. Your voice alone is making him weak in the knees. Eddie’s certain that if you don’t hightail it out of here soon, they’ll buckle and his cover will be blown.

Once he’s certain you’ve left, Eddie releases the breath he’s been holding since you walked in. “How’d it go? She didn’t see you put the note in there, right?”

“Why are you even asking? You eavesdropped the whole time. Yeah, it went fine, she didn’t notice.” Steve grumbles.

“Okay, cool,” Eddie chews on his thumbnail. “Shit, what if she thinks it’s creepy? What if she thinks it’s the lamest thing ever? Fuck, what if-”

“Dude,” Steve closes his eyes and holds his hands out. “You’ve gotta stop.”

In the comfort of your home, you plop down in front of the VCR and open the case that holds the reels of this evening’s entertainment; a movie you’ve rented a few times before, but not enough that you could quote it. Instead of a hard plastic shell, your fingertips find wrinkled notebook paper. Your brows furrow as you inspect it, shredded pieces dangling from where it was yanked from the spiral binding.

You unfold it three times. 

In the aisles of the video store, I've found a treasure unsurpassed. Not on the shelves, but in your eyes, I fell so fast.

It’s a prank, whatever the fuck this is. 

Never in your life have you ever thought about Steve, like, at all. You’re aware of his reputation, that he apparently has the tendency to be douchey and arrogant. But the more you think about it, he’s nothing like that when you interact at Family Video. Maybe he’s not that judgmental and he sees past your midnight exterior. This note is stupidly genuine and endearing. Who would’ve thought he had it in him? Certainly not you.

That’s the thing, though. Steve isn’t your type and you’re certainly not his. But you can’t recall a time when he’s ever looked at you like you’re some kind of freak. Most guys do, that’s something you’ve grown used to over the years and learned to ignore. This poem basks him in a new light, and you’re not quite sure how to process it.

Like clockwork, you’re back again but this time your chest is thrumming. The note could’ve been a fluke or maybe it was meant for someone else, you’re not entirely sure. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to be the intended recipient. Right now, it would be ideal to appear composed but you’re already wearing an unusual expression—a pleasant one—while you make your way to the drama section.

Tonight, it’s Robin and Eddie holding down the fort. As your combat boots scuff across the forest-colored carpet, Eddie can feel your arrival in his bones. He’s immediately seeking you out and when he locates you, he just about faints. Admiring from afar while manning the register, his mind races. Kissing is what’s on the curiosity menu tonight. Eddie wonders what flavor of toothpaste you prefer. If he could just get a little taste…

You meander your way around the shelving and through the dotting of customers. Eddie snaps his head in the opposite direction to avoid being caught staring. The sudden motion causes a pinch in his neck and he winces.

Lost in his own little world for a minute or two, Eddie’s attention is violently brought forward when you place a tape down in front of him. He buffers, noticing how you look subtly disappointed all of a sudden. He can’t imagine why, but he hates it with every cell in his body. Eddie fails to greet you and instead, he stares at your wine-painted fingernails as they tap the surface of the case.

“Is he not here?” You glance around with a lack of determination.

“Steve? Er, no. He called in sick,” He clears his throat harshly, all of the moisture drying up in his mouth by the millisecond.

“Oh, okay,” Over your other shoulder, you admire the new promotional display that was put out during the week.

Eddie seizes the opportunity to slip the second note into the case. His hands viscously tremble despite his best efforts to steady them. “Not to worry though, I can check you out way better than that walking hairdo,” Stop while you’re ahead, man. “Ring you up, I mean. I can ring you up better… than him.” Jesus fucking Christ.

“You’ve got quite the mane yourself,” A smile blooms as you look into the chocolate pools he has for irises. “I like your curls,” You can’t help but softly giggle at how bug-eyed he goes at your compliment.

“Uh, thanks,” Eddie bites back the cheek-splitter of a smile threatening to form. His trembling hands tingle unbearably from being able to make you laugh, despite not knowing what he did to earn it. He grabs a packet of M&Ms from the rack and slides it across the counter to you. “Here, free of charge.”

Your tightly sewn brow is accompanied by a slight pout. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Nonsense,” Eddie insists. “Everything’s on the house.”

“Is this some loyalty reward thing you guys do now?”

“Right on the money,” Eddie winks.

“Sweet,” you chirp. It’s as though your spirit has been replenished by saving a few bucks. “Do I get one of those little punch cards? I love those things.”

With the way your eyes are shimmering over a stupid piece of paper; Eddie would build you a house made of punch cards if that’s what you wanted. “Yeah,” he searches aimlessly. “But, uh, we haven’t gotten them yet.”

Your gaze finds his name tag and then returns to his flushed face. The corner of your mouth quirks as you notice the faint freckles dotted across his cheeks and nose. “Okay, well, thank you, Eddie.”

“No need to thank me, I should be thanking you! You’re a valued customer,” he exclaims. “My favorite of them all!”

“If you say so,” you exhale with amusement and turn to leave. “See you around.”

Eddie holds his palm open as a farewell gesture until you’re out of sight. He then brings his hand directly to his forehead in a ruthless smack. “You’re my favorite customer,” He mocks himself in a nasally voice.

With the press of a button, the register drawer launches open with a thunk. He nonchalantly retrieves his wallet, plucks out a five-dollar bill, and tucks it under the stainless steel clip to pay for your “free” movie and candy. Eddie finds Robin staring at him with a knowing look on her face. “Not a fucking word, Buckley. Not a word,” he glares, to which she throws her hands up in defense.

You couldn’t possibly wait until you got home to see if there would be another note. As you hop into the driver's seat of your car in the parking lot, you find an identical piece of folded paper. Your heart pitter-patters with the assumption that Eddie is in on it and he did Steve the favor of delivering this one for him.

With your illuminating smile, Baby Ghoul, you're the moonlight in my darkest night.

This note takes you by surprise for a different reason. It feels far more personal to be bestowed with the cutest goddamn nickname you’ve ever been given; ghouls are so metal. You obsessively reread it through the duration of your movie, while you brush your teeth, and as you lay in bed. You’re swooning over each messily penned letter, memorizing the spots where the ink drags and smudges.

It’s a bit difficult to imagine Steve saying this to you, but your insides are lurching at the thought. You hold the note to your chest and squeal.

The following visits are heavenly. Eddie loves seeing you bounce around on the balls of your feet like you’re on cloud nine. It’s becoming damn near impossible to fight the urge to smile because he knows that you’re looking forward to his imminent written affection.

Note after note, confidence simmers in his belly from seeing how the expression of his feelings is affecting you. To know that he’s the reason you’re glowing like this is turning his brain to pudding. Not tapioca, though. Ew.

With wide puppy dog eyes and a glossy lower lip, you present your past-due rental to Steve. He sucks his teeth, crosses his arms, and scolds you playfully. You successfully get out of paying the fee by simply batting your lashes at him.

Steve is eating this shit up. While you might not be his flavor of choice, he’s suddenly feeling open to sampling the femme fatale vibe. You’re beautiful, he wouldn’t waste his breath denying that. Not to mention, you’ve got a great sense of humor, considering you’re laughing at his awful jokes. That’s something he will admit—they’re bad.

Eddie doesn’t have to hear the conversation to know what’s unfolding. He feels like he’s gonna hurl when Steve leans down to shorten the distance between the two of you. He's supposed to be the middleman, not stealing Eddie’s thunder. In hindsight, there haven’t been any hints at his identity and Eddie’s been too chicken shit to give them to you except for the other day when he had no choice.

To put it simply, he’s torn. Eddie wants to scream that he’s your admirer, that he’s the one who dreams of you, but he can’t bring himself to do it. He can’t possibly reveal that it isn’t dashing Harrington who’s pining for you, but instead, it’s the dork. That would be a world-crushing level of disappointment.

This deal turned out to be a massive ego boost for Steve. The conversation is easygoing and it quickly progresses past small talk. The best part is that you haven’t even mentioned the notes. You think he’s some poet when in reality, he doesn’t even have a clue of what they say. You’re smitten without him having to bend over backward to impress you. He’d be nuts not to take advantage of it.

During closing time, Eddie stomps around while collecting the flimsy trash bags full of receipts and candy wrappers. For the past hour, he’s been pondering ways to “take care” of Steve. Sadly, it would be tricky to avoid raising suspicion if he suddenly disappeared, but hey, a guy can dream.

After dishing the silent treatment all night, Eddie finally speaks up. “You think you’re pretty clever, huh?”

“What?” Steve briefly looks up from counting the cash drawer.

“Cut the crap. You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Eddie drags a clunky vacuum out of the cramped utility closet and unwraps the lengthy cord.

“It’s not that serious. Look, it’s not my fault that she’s into me.”

“Is all that hairspray finally soaking into your brain? She’s not into you,” Eddie growls, throwing the canary-colored cord to the carpet. “She likes the person who’s writing to her. Last I checked, that’s me.”

“Yeah, but she thinks it’s me,” Steve shrugs. “She’s happy, I’m happy. I don’t see a problem here.”

“The problem is that you know how I feel about her,” Eddie retorts while staring daggers. “The shit you’re pulling is really fucking unfair.”

“Life’s not fair, buddy. It’s not like you’re gonna do anything about it.”

“We’ll see about that,” Eddie mutters, clenching his jaw as he turns around to plug in the vacuum.

“Will we?” Steve snickers. “I don’t think I’ll live to see the day.”

It’s Saturday night and Eddie’s praying to every conceivable higher power that you’ll be here. You don’t come to Wraith every weekend, but when you do show, he’s nothing short of a nervous wreck.

He peeks out from behind the velvety black curtain of the concrete stage. Eddie’s heart stops when he finds you in your usual booth. You look hot, so so hot. It’s already hard enough to perform in front of you but when you look like this? Oh, brother.

Every year, you look forward to coming here on Halloween. Your friends have gone all out with their costumes and the hours you spent getting ready were well worth it. The typical dark and dingy ambiance is heightened by the plastic skulls and bones strung from the ceiling. Your drinks emit wisps of dry ice fog and each table has a bowl of candy.

Seated at the end of the booth, your eyes drift from your drink to the floor. There you find a pair of dirty white Reeboks. Your gaze travels up the lanky figure shrouded in navy coveralls.

Eddie twists his ring around the base of his finger and the glide is effortless, thanks to the premature perspiration. “Hey.”

“Uh, hi,” your expression reflects a mix of hesitance and confusion, though you maintain a kind demeanor. “Eddie, right?”

“Yeah,” She remembered my name. Eddie motions to your getup. “I like your costume. Elvira, right?”

While you may not be sporting a ceiling-high black wig, your costume is unmistakable. “Right on the money,” you flash a pert grin, quoting him from the other day. “And you’re a…”

“Supposed to be Michael Meyers,” he clarifies, pulling a plastic knife from his oversized back pocket. “The mask was too hot to wear so, I guess I’m a killer repairman?” Max’s borrowed mask was indeed suffocating.

“Or a plumber who secretly dreams of being a professional chef,” you shrug, your irises glistening with humor.

Okay, so far so good. Talking to himself in the mirror for an hour is really paying off because he’s not a bumbling idiot for once. He could be imagining things, but it looks like you’re leaning closer. Maybe you’re just trying to hear him better over the music. He shouldn’t be overanalyzing your body language but it's the only thing keeping him vertical.

Eddie wants to prove Steve wrong but most of all, he wants to tell you how incredible you are. He’s not sure that you’ll want to talk to him after this. You might be hurt when you realize that you’ve been misled and he’s not the one you want. There’s only one way to find out.

The sound of his band getting set up beckons him. “Show time,” Eddie shakes jazz hands with the toy knife still in his grip. Of course, he just had to make it weird.

While he’s playing through the usual set with Corroded Coffin, you don’t pay them any mind, per usual. Their final song is a new one. Eddie may lack the confidence to confess, but he’s gonna sing this with all of the moxy he’s got.

In this world of shadows, what else is there to do

Wanna explore life’s cemetery with you

Your haunting beauty tells no lie

The one thing I cannot defy

The familiarity of the lyrics floods your head. You look up and find his dark, gleaming eyes locked onto you. Your heart leaps in your throat as he repeats the verses. Eddie leaves no room for uncertainty, confirming that the lyrics are pulled from the notes you’ve received. The tone of his voice is raw and passionate as he sends his affection across the room.

As soon as he steps off stage, you’re on a mission to find him. He feels a tap on his shoulder and turns to find you beaming at him. Eddie finally allows himself to do the same, all the while blushing with exhaustion and anticipation.

“Hey, again,” you stare down at your shoes and scuff them against the floor. “You sounded great up there.”

“Yeah?” he swallows hard. “You liked it?”

Your eyes snap back up to his. “All of it, every single word.”

“I’ve got like half a notebook’s worth of stuff like that,” Eddie chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. “Is that weird?”

“Far from it,” you tilt your head toward the bar. “I’d love to hear what else you’ve got to say.”

Eddie hovers his hand over the small of your back to guide you through the crowd. “I’ll sweet talk you until the sun comes up, Baby Ghoul. Anything for you.”

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☆ Let me be your man (+18)

Chad meeks martin x reader

Summary : friends with benefits but with jealousy.

Warnings : language, mention of sex, mention of blood and death, angst but happy ending.

A year ago, your life was hell. Indeed, ghostface came back to terrorize the town, he assaulted your friend Tara, then he killed your boyfriend Wes, he stabbed you and watched you bleed to death on the cold garage floor of your best friend Amber. And in the end, the person who made you suffer was none other than your best friend.

After this traumatic events, everything happened very quickly. The hospital stay, the statement to the police. The journalists who were waiting for you in front of your house to speak to you, the funeral and finally the nightmares.

Every night you had the same nightmare. The garage, Ghostface, the knife, the pain, the blood, and it started all over again, like this guy was fucking Freddy Krueger.

The only thing that gave you any security was your friends, Sam, Tara, Mindy and Chad.

Especially Chad. One night while you were sleeping at his house, you told him about your nightmares and he told you about his. It felt good to talk to someone who understood you.

It was after this discussion that you found yourself riding him while he held your hips and whispered sweet promises to you.

After having sex three times that night, you fell asleep with each other, and for the first time in months, you had no nightmares. And you assumed that he hadn't had any either since the next evening he was texting you to reiterate your antics.

What was supposed to be a one-night stand turned into a ritual.

And this ritual continued even after moving to New York.

The only small problem was that you were starting to fall in love, but he didn't seem to want it.

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"Come on Y/n, please come with me, we're going to have a lot of fun." Tara begs you

You took one last look at your last conversation with Chad, and your anger was rising so you groaned and threw your phone on the bed.

"OK why not."

Tara was jumping with joy, then she went to your closet and pulled out a very short red dress with a slit on the thigh and a neckline

"Here, put this on. We're going to a fraternity, there will be lots of hot guys."

At first you weren't sure, but it was better to go out with your friend than to stay here waiting for an answer from chad who would never come and hear Quinn having sex with a complete stranger.

So you got up and took the dress then left to put it on.

———☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ♡ ☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ———

No sooner had you arrived at the party than you were already regretting it, the living room was full of drunk people jostling each other, and the music was breaking your ears. You hated that. In your defense, the last party you went to, you ended up on the floor bleeding to death.

"Y/n ? I didn't think you would come." You turn and see Mindy, beer in hand and looking a bit embarrassed, like she's afraid you'll see something.

You frowned and opened your mouth to answer but Tara cut you off. "I convinced her." She said, looking proud of herself, "well, excuse me, but I'll get myself a drink." Then she left.

There was a bit of an awkward silence between you and Mindy, your friend couldn't even look you in the eye. You took the bottle from her hands and drank a sip, once swallowed you said to her "go ahead and spit it out." She growled but obeyed "Well, Anika didn't want me to tell you about it, but you are one of my closest friends and I love you very much so I have to tell you." She paused and took a deep breath before continuing, "Chad is here with another girl."

That's it, you had just been stabbed again, but it hurt even more. You took a sip of the beer and shrugged. "We're just friends, he does what he wants."

Mindy rolled her eyes "Y/n please don't bullshit me. Maybe it works with others, but with me. I know there's something between you, not only do I I've already heard you fucking but in addition, the way you look at each other, it's eye-popping."

"Yeah well it looks like your brother doesn't see it that way."

She chuckled, "My brother is a jerk."

You smiled sadly at her "I'll get another beer."

She nodded and watched you go to the kitchen.

Like the living room, the kitchen was full of drunk people, some were throwing up, some were kissing and some were sleeping on the tables, you managed to sneak up to the fridge, that's when you heard it, a bitch voice, "Chad, you're so funny." You turned your gaze in the direction of the voice, and there he was, sitting with a blonde on his lap.

You wanted to go there and yell at him, but there's no point in making a scene. You had argued in the morning about what you were, because you were tired of getting the wrong ideas. He didn't want to admit you were a couple but he couldn't stand it when you talked to other guys. But seeing this blonde, her arms wrapped around his neck, it was very clear that he only saw you as a hookup.

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath and turned to get out of here as quickly as possible, but as you left you bumped into a boy who dropped his bottle of beer on the floor, the sound of the glass breaking caught everyone's attention, including Chad.

"Damn, I'm really sorry." You tell him as you bend down to pick up the pieces of glass.

The boy chuckled lightly, "Never mind, that beer wasn't good anyway."

His comment made you laugh slightly, you raised your head to look at him and you recognized your classmate in film history. Jack.

"Oh it's you! It reassures me, I know you won't sue me." He shook his head with a smile and leaned over to help you pick it up.

"Be careful, don't plant a glass in your hands. It would be a shame, you couldn't write the lessons afterwards."

You replied with a sarcastic laugh "Very funny."

Once the pieces were carefully picked up and the floor cleaned with a sponge, you leaned on the counter with Jack and you started talking.

"So," he began, "I heard that Mr. Cameron and Mrs. Winston were caught red-handed playing Fifty Shades in the bookstore."

You gasped "No fucking way, you’re kidding ?!"

He crossed his arms over his chest, laughing "Nah I promise you, it even seems that he had tied Mrs. Winston with the chains and everything."

You closed your eyes and wrinkled your nose "I have the image in my head." He laughed and walked over to pour himself a drink. As you continued to chat, you felt eyes burn the back of your head, you didn't have to turn around to know who it was. It was Chad.

Jack had noticed it too, he leaned over and whispered in your ear "It seems your boyfriend is jealous."

You shook your head, "He's not my boyfriend."

He raised his eyebrows "You should tell him then."

You frowned slightly and whispered "The thing is that I love him, but obviously it's not reciprocal."

Jack faced you, he grabbed your face with his hands and said softly "I'll make him react if it's okay with you."

You nodded and Jack slowly brought his face to yours while looking Chad in the eye. Before his lips even touched your cheek, a chair noise was heard and someone stuck behind you.

Your classmate pushed over and winked at you, "Oh Y/n you saw, it's Chad."

You turned around and came face to face with a more than pissed off Chad, he was clenching his jaw while looking at Jack.

Then he turned his eyes to you "Can we talk?"

You frowned looking for the blonde "I don't know, I think your friend who was on your lap must be waiting for you and I wouldn't want her to wait for you then-"

Chad gave you a look that meant You're serious there..

He cleared his throat and took your hand. "It's important."

You looked annoyed and nodded, but before following him you turned to Jack and kissed him on the cheek "Thank you for everything." He smiled at you and nodded.

———☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ♡ ☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ———

The little kiss on Jack's cheek had Chad pissed off, you could tell by the way his face was closed, but if he was pissed off then so are you and ready to talk once and for all.

Chad didn't let go and he took you to the second floor to find a room to talk.

Once the room was found, he let you in first, then he followed you and locked the door, as soon as the lock had been closed he started "What the fuck was that?"

"What the fuck was what Chad ?"

He put his hands on his hips, clearly annoyed "You know very well what I'm talking about."

"Nah, I don't see what you want to talk about. Besides, I'm surprised you're talking since all the fucking day you haven't said a single word to me."

He groaned and ran his hands over his face. "That's another discussion. I want to talk about you and that guy."

You shrugged and crossed your arms over your chest "I don't see why you want to talk about it. You and I are not a couple, we only fuck so I don't have to answer to you. And this guy has a first name, his name is Jack and you know it very well."

He wanted to say something but he couldn't.

You laughed "You see that's why I'm fed up. As soon as I talk about a couple, you shut up. You avoid talking about it and you ignore me all the fucking day, It makes me sick and when I find you you're sitting with a bitch on your knees, and you dare to give me a fit because I'm talking with a classmate."

He looked away and didn't answer.

"Do you have anything to answer?"

He remained silent.

You groaned and the tears welled up "I understood that I'm just a hookup. A girl that you fuck when you feel like it and when you're not better off. I understood very well that you don't care about me, fuck i'm not sure if i count for you as friends but the fucking problem is that i love you you see, you're the only person i feel with, well, since Wes." Chad finally looks at you at the mention of his friend "I trust very few people, you know that. And the more you and I saw each other, the more I fell in love, but I'm tired of being in pain, tired of inflicting this on myself, I deserve better then Listen to me carefully, from tonight, you and me, our arrangement is over. That way you can fuck whoever you want and I can finally move on."

He burst out and started yelling at you crying "You want me to tell you how I feel, you really fucking want to know. I've been in love with you since our first day of high school but Wes hooked up with you. so I gave up. Then I met Liv and I loved her, I suffered losing her. And you come on after all that, we sleep together and for me it was like my first time, I I wasn't just fucking with you because I was in love with you And I blame myself because I feel like I'm betraying Liv and Wes, but I also know that if I let you go or if he something happens I won't get over it You're not just a hookup for me, you're what I think about, morning, noon, evening, you drive me crazy Y/n, I'm coming not to detach myself from you. And when you talk about a couple I freak out every time and that's why I avoid you, because I'm a coward."

You started crying hearing it and Chad started crying even more. You approached him and took his face between your hands "You are a lot of things Chad, including a jerk, but you are not a coward." He laughed softly and rested his forehead against yours.

"I love you so much if you only knew." He tells you "But I'm so afraid of losing you."

"Chad it's not by loving me that you're going to lose me. It's by playing dumb like you do that you're going to lose me."

He hugged you and kissed you "No no, don't leave, please stay with me." He continued to kiss you while backing you up to the bed where he gently laid you down without detaching himself from your lips "I love you Y/n"

"I love you too, I'm not going anywhere."

"You promise me ?"

"I promis you."

He smiled against your lips and placed a last kiss before lying down next to you.

He hugged you tight and you stayed like that until the end of the night.

[hey-august]

August, if you ever wonder if some of your readership would like to hear your thoughts about Buggy and Reader in a poly relationship with either crossguild or Shuggy… WELP. There’s at least one.

I just want that clown to smooch me and also several other men who may or may not scare the shit out of him or incite deep feelings of rage in him. He’s very smoochable and I’m willing to share (and I just like to think about the added hilarity with any of these characters still in the picture)

omgggg yes!! I deeply adore the dynamics of all those relationships. The clown is just so...adaptable? Blendable? Sharable? Adorable.

I do have some Shanks x Buggy x Reader headcanons to share!

But first, for Cross Guild x Reader needs, I so strongly recommend @discordantwritings stories here (I'm pretty sure Our Precious Assistant Pt 2 changed my brain chemistry) and @turtletaubwrites' Numbers Game, which just started and is so good already. ❤️❤️❤️

Nowwww, let's talk Shuggy x Reader.

Word count: ~1.2k Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, shanks x buggy x GN!reader, mix of fluffy and smutty thoughts, teasing, oral reader + m receiving, insertion sex, threesome, some praise, sorry for anything that's extremely ooc

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Date Nights

The first time you had a planned date with Shanks, Buggy sailed away so “date night” became “date week.” Buggy was jealous and embarrassed, which you both expected. You were annoyed at first, because this had been planned and discussed, but talking with Shanks calmed you down. This was new territory for all of you and it would take time to navigate. So when Buggy came back, no one made a fuss about it. If anything, you and Shanks were a little softer and a little kinder with the clown. Buggy picked up on the acceptance in your actions and it made him feel better. This also kicked off weekend-long dates, which you all look forward to.

One of your favorite dates with Shanks was when he took you to a town he frequented. The afternoon was spent strolling Main Street and shopping, although that was more of an excuse for Shanks to show you off. The evening ended at a cozy pub where he regaled you with alluring tales. Even though you heard some of them before, listening to him talk puts stars in your eyes. An expression that simply melts him.

Your favorite Buggy date was actually a party on his ship. You two were inseparable the entire night and the highlight was singing along to music at the end of the night. “Singing.” You were both bottles deep and could hardly get full words out, but the (hazy) memory of laughing and giggling your ways through the inebriated performance while holding on to each other always makes you smile. Buggy often catches that particular goofy grin on your face and he just adores it.

Buggy and Shanks also spend time together, which is surprising-not surprising. Buggy might claim that he’s upset with Shanks and needs to go yell at him, or wants to gloat about something. Shanks tries to entice Buggy with the promise of shiny goodies and treasure. Everyone knows it’s a farce, but it’s how they show they care for each other. There’s no denying the sparks in their eyes afterwards.

Petty Arguments

When these two get together, their inner children teens come out in full swing. And so do the jokes and petty arguments.

Shanks messes with Buggy any chance he gets. Teasing comments, swapping his nearly empty drink with Buggy’s fuller glass, dumb jokes.

He’ll also tease you, but in the form of cheesy pick-up lines. “If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together.” “I was feeling a little off today, but you've turned me on again.” “Did you do something to my eyes? I can't seem to take them off you.”

Buggy can’t stand when your attention is on Shanks for too long, so he’ll try and out-do the other pirate. He has a repertoire of card drinks and sleight of hands, which often do the trick.

Shanks knows what Buggy is doing and teases him. “I know you’re a performer, but there’s no need to make a scene.” Buggy didn’t like that one.

There was the one time Buggy challenged Shanks to a juggling challenge. When Shanks declined, Buggy was ready with his own comeback. “It’s not because of the arm, it’s because he doesn’t have the balls.” Surprisingly, that spurred Shanks into joining the 2-man competition.

Speaking of being competitive…

Sex with them individually is nothing like having sex all together.

At first, you were often at the mercy of the two men who were intent on proving how well they could pleasure you. Once, they wanted to see who was better at oral and could make you cum the most times. The more orgasms you had, the less lucid you became and the competition turned into finding out who would you beg to fuck you. Even though the countless orgasms emptied your head, you remembered that this all started with oral and you didn’t want to mess with the rules of their contest. When they realized you were trying so hard not to whine and ask for their dicks, they started asking you. - “Baby, want me to fuck you? C’mon, don’t you want to feel this inside you?” - “You look so good on my tongue, but you’d look better on my cock. Tell me you want it.”

Unfortunately (fortunately?) there was no clear winner. Buggy was between your legs yet again, with your fingers entwined in his hair and your head was flopped to the side. You said “please, want you inside,” but they couldn’t agree on who you were talking to. Shanks is adamant that you were looking at him, but Buggy calls bullshit and claims you were talking to him because he was the one making you feel good.

There are sessions where you and Shanks focus more on Buggy. It took a lot of time for Buggy to feel relaxed enough to accept the attention, but you two wore him down and won him over. He’ll rarely admit it, but Buggy loves being sandwiched between you and Shanks. The feeling of sinking his cock into you while he’s stretched around Shanks is so overwhelmingly delicious that Buggy gets greedy. He can’t get enough of moving his hips so he can fuck you and fuck himself on Shanks’ cock. The sweet moans and whimpers he releases are intoxicating. Buggy’s often the first to cum in this position, but Shanks will continue to fuck you through Buggy, knowing how to maneuver Buggy’s hips and thrust until you climax.

In turn, there are the moments where you and Buggy cater to Shanks. He never gets tired of watching you and Buggy fight to suck his leaking cock. The way you struggle to throat his member while Buggy focuses on smearing his face paint on Shanks’ thighs and balls through sloppy kisses is a vision that gets Shanks hard at a moment’s notice. Buggy’s attention is fierce and demanding - he’s trying to unravel Shanks entirely. It's a power trip thing. Whereas you balance that heat with restrained touches. When Shanks cums in your mouth, you always share with Buggy and make sure to show Shanks that you both swallowed his entire load. Seeing you hold Buggy by his hair and squeezing the clown's cheeks to present his empty mouth is a sinfully beautiful encore.

Your favorite times are the ones where you get to spoil Shanks and Buggy. You tend and care to their needs. Your gentleness wipes away their fierce competitive streaks. You make sure that you give them both a surplus of attention and shower them with desire. If you’re riding or under one, your hands and eyes are on the other. You pour praise and compliments until they’re overflowing. And the way it overflows is music to your ears. They turn the praise to you and to each other. - “You look amazing on Buggy’s cock.” - “Get on Shanks and make him feel good, I wanna see that sweet face you make.” - “Pretty thing, you’re taking him so well.” - “Good job, you know how to make him moan so loud.” - “You’re going to make him cum, keep going.”

The cuddles after these sessions? Heavenly. Amazing. Buggy, who normally takes up the entire bed, sleeps so peacefully when you and Shanks are on either side of him. Sometimes, when Buggy passes out first, you’ll claim the middle spot and wake up to the two pirates wrapped around you. It’s a little sweaty and a lot comforting.

[lady-djarin]

need you now

agent whiskey x f!reader (one shot)

warnings: feels, sweet jack, teasing, yearning, age gap, drinking, reader is a 'cool girl' who drinks whiskey and beer, retired!jack, oral (f receiving), drunk sex, cliff hanger, kinda...maybe, sorry! 18+ mini

word count: 3,228

inspired by: need you now by lady a

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“Come on! It will be fun, there's cute cowboys there!”

You sighed. You liked quiet bars, not ones like this loud and rowdy one that your friends wanted to explore. You lived in a small town in Georgia and were used to the quiet life of it all. “I just don't know if that's my scene, guys.”

“It's my birthday, please? For me?” Your friend gave you her fake puppy dog eyes that always seemed to get her what she wanted. 

“Fine… but I'm not dancing!”

“Yay! At least you're going, that's all I can ask for!”

—---

You walked into the bar with your best friend and her friend from high school, your small group making your way to a high top table. The bar was one of the bigger ones of your town but it was still quite small of a building. The dance floor, tables and bar were all pushed fairly close together and every single part was crowded with people. It was a Friday night so that would explain the crowd as you secure your table and get settled. 

“I'm gonna grab us a drink!” you yelled slightly over the music and the other girls were already spying on a group of men nearby. You weaved your way through the mass of bodies, mostly smelling of sweat or alcohol. You reached the bar and flagged down a bartender. “Hey, can I get a Corona and two margaritas please?”

The bartender nodded and turned to grab your beer out of the fridge and gave it to you before going to make the margaritas. You leaned on the bar and looked around while waiting on the drinks and turned to your left to find a pair of brown eyes already looking your way. The brown eyes were accompanied by soft looking lips and a black Stetson. The subtle lines on the corner of his eyes told you he was not your age but attractive nonetheless. He had that classic southern handsome face that just made butterflies erupt in your gut. Looking at him felt like looking at the sun. He cracked a charming crooked smile at you and couldn't stop the same from happening to you.

“Well, hello pretty lady,” the slight drawl in his voice made your heart stop. You could immediately tell he was a classic womanizer, he knew how to get into a woman's pants faster than you could blink. You wouldn't be so easy. 

“In your dreams,” you turned back toward the bar, watching the bartender make the drinks. 

“Oh believe me, you are sugar.”

This fucking guy.

“Be a little original, then we can talk,” the bartender set your drinks on the counter and you handed him cash. You walked away before the cowboy could say another word. 

Of course your friends had seen the man hitting on you and begged for you to go back there. You refused, telling them how you knew his type.

—--

“He’s the type to fuck you and never talk to you again.”

“Maybe you need that! Maybe you need a good fuck.”

She kind of had a point, you hadn't had almost any intimate human contact in a while and he was hot. You weren't really the hookup type but maybe you wanted to be but at this point you were four– no, five beers in and not really caring. You looked around and found the man leaning against the bar talking to a small very annoying looking blonde girl. With a new found courage, you marched your way over to the tall man, was he this tall before?, his attention quickly turning to you.

“We’re dancing.”

You weren't asking, you were telling him. His attention was long gone from the other girl and she was clearly annoyed as he followed you out on the dance floor. As you wove your way through the crowd, he grabbed your wrist, not in a possessive way but enough to make you turn and he spun you into a gentle hold. The two of you spun and laughed as the song continued, hands roaming bodies and cheeks pressed together.

“What's the name of the woman who will haunt my dreams?” You almost wanted to keep up the charade, make him work a little harder. “What name should I moan while I touch myself tonight?” 

You nearly collapsed right then and there. Your eyes snapped up to look at him, meeting his that were already darker than before. You practically lunged forward, your face crashing into his, lips melting into each other, tongues fighting for dominance. His hands never stopped in their exploration of your form, one holding the back of your head, never letting you come up for air. 

His lips were next to your ear now, his breath warm on your skin. “Wanna get out of here?”

Normally you would never go home with a stranger but there was something about him, and the many beers in your system, that told you to go for it. You found your friends and asked them if they were ok with you going with him, which of course they encouraged. You walked outside the bar to find the mysterious man leaning against his passenger side door of his old Bronco. You haven't felt this way in a long time, you were almost giddy. He made you feel giddy.

“Ready sugar?” 

“Hell yea,” he opened the door as you hopped into the convertible and he started the engine. It was a warm summer night in Georgia and the breeze made you feel like you were flying. The radio was playing some sweet country song as you drove through the empty streets late that night. 

Every so often he would look over and see your face scrunched up in joy, throwing our head back on the seat singing along to the song playing. He had not intended to find someone so special tonight but here he was, feeling his heart stop when he saw you smile. You were beautiful of course, but there was something else there under the surface that he wanted to explore. 

You looked up to find that he had parked on a small cliff overlooking the city, the stars on full display. You gasped as you saw the bright stars above you, expecting to end up at his place or yours. 

“Jack. My name is Jack.”

You smiled and tested his name for yourself. “Jack…” your drunkenness made it hard to form words. You told him your name and watched his eyes dance on your face. You were both leaning into each other now, the bench seat preventing any barrier from separating you two. His hand caressed your cheek, his large thumb stroking your skin. You couldn't help your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation, your skin felt like it was on fire. Besides the buzz from the alcohol, you felt light and content and you knew it was because of him. His lips were on yours again, everything fitting just right between you as you slid closer and felt the whole length of his body against yours. 

You were starting to feel dizzy, and not from the beer. His presence was overwhelming, like the feeling in the air right before lightning struck. You breathed in his scent, a heady mix of burnt wood and whiskey. As your mouths finally separated, you saw the reflection of the low moonlight in his deep auburn eyes and you knew that he was going to mean more than just a one night stand. You just didn't know how yet. 

—--

You smiled down at your phone seeing the name flash on the screen.

“Jack Daniels” 

You couldn't believe it when he said that was his real name. The two of you had been texting all day every day for days now, since spending the night with him. You didn't sleep together but you did spend all night talking about everything under the stars. 

2:08pm - Jack: Oh you better believe it sugar, I’m the best pizza maker there is.

2:11pm - You: Well, you'll just have to show me in person then.

2:11pm - You: Maybe tonight?

That was earlier that afternoon and you hadn’t heard anything since. It was hard not to be disappointed, you were having good conversation non-stop and to suddenly be cut off was weird. You tried to continue with your days without thinking of him but your mind kept wandering back to that charming man.

—--

It was almost midnight and you were restless beyond belief, not able to get comfortable or let your mind calm itself. You tossed and turned for hours until this point, finally deciding to go into the kitchen and find anything to help you sleep. You rummage through the cabinets and fridge and finally decide to pour yourself a drink, a strong one. The golden liquid swirled in the glass as you poured it, the scent hitting your nose immediately. 

Perched on your kitchen counter, you emptied and refilled your class countless times until you were past tired and officially moved on to drunk. Scrolling mindlessly through social media was making your head hurt when you finally made it to your text messages. The name at the top of the screen made your heart sink.

1:14am - Jack: Hi sweetheart.

Fuck.

Nothing for almost a week and then this. What is he thinking?  This isn't fair but at the same time you are just excited he texted. Your pulse was through the roof as your fingers ghosted on the keys, trying to find something to say back. Pacing back and forth in the kitchen proved difficult in your state. In a very spontaneous decision you dialed Jack’s number before your mind could catch up. It only rang once before you heard his beautiful voice come through the speaker. 

“Darlin’?”

“J-Jack, hi.” 

“What are you doing up?” He sounded so groggy and sexy over the phone. 

“I-I don't really know,” you couldn't help the giggle that slipped out. “Couldn't sleep I guess.” 

You both sat in silence for a while, wanting to say what you truly felt but afraid to disturb the peace. 

“Ja–”

“Hon-,” you both spoke at once. 

“Jack, I’m a little drunk… and, I need you…now,” you couldn't help the words coming out of your mouth. “You don’t have to… I ju– uhg. I’m sorry...”

“Stay right there and text me your address.”

You didn't really trust your drunk brain at the moment, but did as you were told and sent him your address. Anticipation was eating away at you in the time it took him to drive over. It felt too long and not long enough, you rushed to try and become presentable. You tore into your bathroom and fixed your hair and face as best as you could but you knew he wouldn't believe you wore makeup in the middle of the night so you steered away from the mascara. Your nerves were on fire as you prepared for Jack’s visit. You tried to tidy up your apartment as best as possible, throwing dirty clothes in the closet and hiding embarrassing things. Just as it dawned on you that this man is a perfect stranger, you heard a soft knock at the door. You swallowed the lump in your throat and tiptoed across the floor to the door. Suddenly the small shorts and large T-shirt you wore felt like not enough and too much all at once, but there was no time now. You paused in front of the door and took a breath to try and clear the fog in your head but you knew it was futile. The door creaked open to reveal a slightly disheveled but still very handsome cowboy, minus the hat. 

You both stared at each other in disbelief for a moment, then he was on you. Pulling your face into a heated kiss, locking his lips onto yours. He could taste the whiskey on your lips and added that to the list of things he already adored about you. His body pushed against yours until you both hit the wall opposite the door, kicking it closed with his boot. The initial introduction stunned you, putting you in the mercy of this man's will, but now that you had your senses back, you could do what you had always wanted.

You ran your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp and drawing moans from his chest. Your hands pulled at the cotton of his shirt and the jeans on his hips, trying to get his body closer. It was almost frustrating that you both still had clothes on and you pulled away to tell him that when he locked his arms around your thighs and wrapped them around his torso. You ended up on the couch, straddling his hips while never breaking contact with his lips. The alcohol in your veins was spurring you on, forcing your hips to grind into his. Every movement of your hips was drawing small groans from his chest and caused his hands to roam further on your skin. 

“Oh God sugar… I- I have been thinking about y-you for days,” his voice was just above a breath. 

“Jack…”

Before you realized, Jack’s sturdy arms flipped your body and your back hit the couch with a soft thud. You giggled as he kissed your face and neck, stopping to suck a mark into the spot right near your collarbone. The feeling of his lips was making your head spin and your toes curl, the arousal licking up your spine like a fever. You could almost feel your very soul surrender to this man, begging to be claimed by him. The slight scratch of his stubble somehow made his lips feel even softer as they danced across your skin. His tongue poked out to lick from the bottom of your neck up to your ear, your breath hitched as you felt his on your skin.

“Tell me… tell me you want this doll, or I can leave… please.”

You wanted nothing more in the world. “Yes God, Jack please.”

The sound of you begging for him made his cock jump. All he could think about since that night at the bar was how you would feel under him, what you taste like and how you could scream for him. He made quick work of pulling your shirt over your head to reveal your soft chest. His lips attacked the peaks of your breasts, causing the warmth to pool low in your pelvis. 

He felt like a man possessed, he couldn't get enough of you. He wanted more, he wanted everything. He kissed his way down your body until he came to your thin cotton shorts, that you most definitely were not wearing with underwear. Your breathing skipped as he peeled the fabric off your legs and kissed you the entire way down. His lips were like fire on your already heated skin, blazing the trail to where he wanted you most. His hands and tongue found their way to your dripping center. 

You were trying to calm your breathing as he slowly spread your legs and settled between them. You had never had a man take so much care in how you were feeling and how your experience was. It made your heart swell. The sight of his large body that was fully clothed between your legs made you want to cover yourself on instinct but his strong arms were holding your legs apart. His tongue made its way to your delicate center ever so slowly like he was trying to drive you mad. He finally circled around your sensitive clit, making you cry out in ecstasy. He worked his lips and tongue over you like you were his last meal. There was no denying this man knew what he was doing and wasn't afraid to show it. 

You bucked your hips into him, trying to gain more friction, needing more than he was giving you. He was only using his mouth and you knew if he used his fingers you would be done for. As you ground yourself into his face, he sucked your bundle of nerves into his mouth and used his tongue to make you see stars. 

“Jack, oh god please…” you whined as you anchored your fingers in his hair. “M-more.”

Suddenly you felt his mouth move away from you and you whined at the loss. You looked down to see his face covered in your slick, shining in the dim light. You blushed at the obscene sight. Just when you thought he was about to stand up and move up your body, he brought his hand up to his face and stuck his two middle fingers between his lips. Your mouth gaped open at the sight and a breathy moan followed when he circled those fingers over your center. He slowly pushed his digits into your wet core and you both groaned at the feeling. 

“Mhmm, you're gonna feel so good baby girl,” his eyes roamed over your body, watching as you reacted to his movements. “But I want you to come for me first.”

Jack brought his mouth back down to your clit as his fingers started to curl into the spot inside you that made you see stars. He worked his mouth and fingers together, creating a rhythm that made you dizzy with lust. Men never did this, never put your desire first, no matter what they wanted. Jack was another story, he was clearly there for you and you alone. His fingers and tongue were moving in tandem, drawing pure pleasure from you. The pressure in your lower stomach was growing by the second, almost to the point of pain but you never wanted him to stop. He kept up his movements and knew you were close when your breaths came quicker and you tightened around his fingers. Jack was nothing if not a gentleman and he proved that tonight, making sure your pleasure came first. You rocked your hips into his face, grinding against him with your hands pulling his slightly curly hair. You climbed closer to your peak sooner than ever before, it was like this man had a spell over you, something that forced the pleasure from you. 

“Fu-fuck, baby– I..I’m so…” you were officially mad with lust.

“I know honey, let go for me.” Jack’s voice was like honey, somehow drawing you closer to the edge.

He settled into a steady but harsh rhythm, almost moving the couch below you. You knew you were right there, right on the edge of the cliff about to fall off. The blood in your veins burned with pure passion. 

Without much warning, your body ignited. Your orgasm ripped through you like wildfire, fast and sudden. Your lungs screamed for air and your vision went white. You dug your nails into his hair, locking him in place and he rode you through your high. The muscles in your core constricted around his fingers and your back arched to compensate for the intense feelings. 

You had never cum like that in your life, ever. This man was like no one you had ever met.

“Fuck… what– what was that?,” your voice didn't sound like your own. 

“Oh sugar… we're just getting started.”

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MASTERLIST

[calholic]

T. KAULITZ x READER

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you and your band went clubbing with tokio hotel

★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: mentions of alcohol, swearing

★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i named all the members after jersey shore cast lol. also pt. 2 coming idk whennnnn

you and your band met tokio hotel at an awards show after party and the 8 of you hit it off immediately. since your band made similar music to theirs, you guys had a few things in common. after that night the 8 of you would hang out everywhere whenever you would see each other - which was not often since you were both from different countries.

you were secretly crushing from one of the members from the band, tom. he was just so dreamy when you first met him and the fact you were both guitarists made the conversations easier. you kept this crush secret for a number of reasons: not wanting to get teased by your members, being scared of rejection, and fear of ruining the friendship. being intimated by tom since you knew he was a playboy, you would usually avoid one-on-one interactions with him and mostly speak to gustav since he was the nicest or one of your band members.

you knew you had no chance with tom but when he would jokingly flirt with you, you just couldn’t help it.

sometimes you would catch him flirting with other girls when you guys go clubbing and you could pretend it didn’t hurt, or that it doesn’t pain you on the inside but you couldn’t hide the disgusted look on your face. usually after you witnessed him picking up girls you would avoid talking to him for a few weeks, then fold after he flirted with you and the cycle would study repeat.

the only person you’ve ever told about you crush on tom was jolie, the bass in your band. she was the only other girl in there so you felt like you could talk to her about anything and you could. she supported your crush except for the fact that it was one-sided and kind of toxic since you would end up getting your feelings hurt knowing the kind of person tom is. “he only needs love for one night,” jolie quoted, mocking what tom had said in an interview while laughing. “maybe i can change his mindset,” you said. jolie laughed at you before giving you a hug. “girl it’s not your responsibility to change this man. if he wants you he’ll come to you,” she said. “you’re right,” you sighed.

“hey guys, bill and the others are in town for their tour. they want to know if we want to go out with them tonight,” said pauly, the drummer as he walked in with vinny who’s on vocals. “speak of the devil,” jolie whispered to you. “uh- sure we’ll go,” you said. “where do they wanna go?” asked jolie. “probably the club or something i don’t know. i’ll tell them to meet at ours in a few hours though,” pauly said before leaving the room. “i’m not sure i want to go clubbing with tom again,” you said to jolie. “i think it’s best if you don’t but we don’t have any other choice. why don’t you just stay with me the whole night?” jolie suggested.

you smiled at jolie, “sounds good, i love you,” you said before giving her a hug. you and jolie decided to clean around the apartment a little before the others got here. you put on some music and the two of you started dancing. you were in your underwear since you’ve basically been in your pajamas and bed all day. you both didn’t think cleaning would take that long but minutes turned into hours and before you knew it they had already arrived.

your back was to the door and you were dancing as you wiped the counters. you didn’t jolie open door and you certainly didn’t stop dancing either. “uhm ______,” jolie said trying to hold in a laugh. you finally turned around to see tom recording as he tried holding in a laugh too. “fuck me,” you said before running into you room to put some pants on. when you got back everyone was on the couch now and you face was still red. the room was quiet as you took a seat next to jolie after waving to gustav.

“i like your underwear,” tom said smirking and laughing. “whatever perv,” you replied as you rolled your eyes, secretly enjoying the attention. “so what club do you guys wanna go to firat?” asked pauly who had no idea what happened beforehand. “uhh there’s not a specific one since we don’t know this city well so i guess we’ll just go whenever you guys pick,” bill said. “oh sure, let’s have a few drinks before we go then,” pauly said, getting up to grab some bottles.

“so you guys are here on your right? are you having fun in the city so far?” vinny asked trying to make some conversation and at the same time lighten the mood. “yeah it’s pretty fun so far,” georg said. “way different from germany i would say,” gustav added. “the girls here are hot, hope they let me hit,” tom said. the room immediately went silent and the atmosphere went back to being awkward. your smile faded as you looked at jolie. she gave you an “i’m sorry look.” you looked down at your thighs and didn’t say anything until you guys left for the club. no one noticed your mood change other than jolie but bill and gustav had and eye on you which you didn’t notice.

tom immediately broke off from the group and approached a group of girls when you guys got to club which made you stomach turn. “ignore it,” jolie said before grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the bar. after a while, the group had all split up, with some sticking together. georg somewhere upstairs, gustav and vinny spread on a couch, tom still with the girls, bill playing pool with pauly, and you with jolie at the bar. you weren’t in the mood for drinking so you just sat and watched jolie chug drink after drink and take one shot after another. when jolie was drunk, she would get flirty and approach the nearest guy which so happened to be a hot blonde sitting next to us.

you watched as she made her way towards him and excused yourself once they got handsy with each other. you decided to walk around and explore the bar since you’ve never been to this one. you found georg first when you went upstairs. he looked as he hunched over the balcony. “georg?” you called out. he turned around was obviously out of it so you decided it was time for you all to leave.

the two of you went to go find the others, starting with gustav and vinny. they were drunk as well which left you as the sober and responsible one. a girl was sat on vinny lap and you pushed her off, dragging the both of them to now go find bill since you figured he was responsible enough to stay somewhat sober. bill was by the pool table with pauly who was now pushing himself with a random girl. “bill!” you called out. he turned around and smiled at you. “oh hey ______,” he said. you gave him and hug, very glad to see him. “please tell me you’re sober,” you said as you let go.

“i am and why are you dragging around the others? are they drunk?” he asked “oh my god yes. i think it’s time to go home now i was just going around and finding the others,” you said. “oh well let me help then,” he replied with a smile. “perfect, i just need to get jolie and tom,” you said. “here take these three i’ll go get them, and watch pauly too,” you said running away before bill grabbed you. “uhm actually i’ll go get tom and jolie as well, why don’t you stay here?” he suggested. “oh… okay i guess,” you replied as he left.

you grabbed pauly away from the girl and called your manager, asking her to come pick you all up. you sat down and exhaled as you closed your eyes. you wondered why bill insisted on getting tom. a few minutes later bill came with tom and jolie who were both drunk too. “these people have a problem. anyways, i called my manager she’ll come pick us up soon,” you said. your manger arrived a few moments later and you got in. there was no room for eight people in the six passenger van so you all had to make space.

you sat by a window, tom squished next to you with jolie and gustav on the other side. vinny and gustav had to sit on pauly and bills lap since there were no seats left. “thanks for the ride, sorry to call you so late,” you said to your manager. tom fell asleep on shoulder, linking your arm with his and the others fell asleep soon after too. it’s was just you and bill awake now. “you like tom don’t you ______?” bill asked. this question took you by shock and you were dumbfounded. “no, why?” you asked laughing it off. “don’t lie ______, i see the way you look at him,” bill said. “you caught me i guess,” you replied.

“tom is complicated when it comes to relationships,” bill said. “i know bill,” you replied. “anyways!” you said trying to change the subject. “why didn’t you just let me go get tom and jolie?” you asked. bill was quiet. “do you really want to know?” he asked. “yeah…?” you replied. “i saw tom go in the bathroom with a girl, i know you like him so i didn’t want you to see that,” he said. “why would you tell me if you didn’t want me to see it?” you asked. “you were the one that wanted to hear it,” he replied. before you could say something tom suddenly woke up and looked at you.

“i’m hungry,” he said. “what?” you asked confused. “can’t we get something to eat?” he asked. you rolled your eyes and sighed “ fine, can you pull in to that restaurant?” you asked your manager. everyone was awake now as your manager pulled up to the drive through of the fast food restaurant. you guys quickly ordered and grabbed your food.

“do you guys have a show tomorrow?” you asked bill. “why don’t you stay at our place tonight, it’s late,” you suggested. “sure, we don’t really have anything scheduled tomorrow,” he replied. you brought everyone inside the apartment before thanking your manager once more. jolie went for the couch and sprawled out on it leaving the others on the floor. “why don’t you, georg, gustav and tom sleep in paul and vinny’s room while the others stay in jolie and i’s room?” you suggested to bill. “sounds good,” he said before taking them down the hall.

you sat down on the couch next to jolie, trying to wake her up as vinny and pauly walked into your room. “jolie, come on, wake up,” you said lifting her up and bringing her to bed. vinny and pauly were on your bed so you and jolie slept on her mattress. you laid down and thought about what bill said about tom - how he was with another girl. you then thought about what jolie said and decided it was time to move on from tom, the thought that he could flirt with you but be with another bitch made you sick.you decided to go bed, hoping to avoid him the next morning.

[rintarousgirl]

i wanna be yours -- 1. why'd you only ever call me when you're high?

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou.

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The smell of caramel and cocoa hung in the air of the small coffee shop as you worked silently. Your laptop sat on the table in front of you while you sewed a small rip in one of your client's commissions. You weren't the biggest seamstress, but you did it pretty well by hand and it went by a lot quicker and smoother for you then doing it with a machine.

You loved coming to the coffee shop to get your work done. The smell of roast and warm pastries soothed you, and the large, iced coffee you always ordered remained one of your favorite drinks. No other place was able to make it the way you liked it like this place did.

Putting down your commission, you took a sip of your coffee, relishing in its taste. You breathed out a sigh and wiped your lipgloss off the straw. You were about to scroll through a few unanswered emails when a man slides into the other half of the booth you occupied.

Blinking, you took in the sight of him, and your eyes met hazel ones. "Um, hello," you said, feeling a spark of uncomfort grow in you. The man gave a small smile, holding a drink of his own.

"Hello. I'm hoping you're Ms. Y/N?"

You ran the possibilities through your mind. He could be a sales marketer, or a fan. Though, it was weird to run into a fan of your rather small business in your rather small town in an even smaller coffee shop. Unnerved, you gave a nod.

"Good, that makes things a lot easier. I don't want to scare you, but I have been looking into your business as an artist and designer. I'm Kita Shinsuke, and I have a job proposition for you."

Swallowing around a lump in your throat, you said, "Go ahead."

He takes a small sip of his drink, before clearing his throat. "I'm sure you've heard of the band INARIZAKI?"

You snorted. "Who hasn't?" you asked jokingly. The band was popular, known for its amazing talent and "hot" members. You hadn't heard much of their music, but they sounded good enough on the radio when you drove. You knew Kuroo was a bit of a fan, but that's all the exposure you had.

Running a small business, you don't have a lot of time to engage in things you may like. You were constantly running yourself ragged trying to ship out the right number of orders with perfect quality to your clients. You couldn't even count how many nights you'd stayed up till the birds began to chirp trying to package and create things. You may have overestimated your abilities to sell your own makeup, clothes, and other cute things along with being an at-home makeup artist. But you wouldn't stop for the world.

Kita agreed with a small chuckle. "Well, I am their manager. Due to unfortunate circumstances our current makeup artist and outfit coordinator left our team. Obviously, we wouldn't want any big faces on our team as we'd like to keep it small for the privacy of our band members. You were recommended to me through a friend, and I was told how to approach you."

You tried to think of your recent clients, and their backgrounds. Off the top of your head, none of them seemed famous enough to know the manager of the INARIZAKI band. Unless it were Bokuto or Kenma, but you're pretty sure they wouldn't talk with them either.

You had to admit, he was piquing your interest.

"So, Ms. Y/N. It isn't anything set in stone yet, but could we arrange something? I'm aware this is very short notice, but we have a small concert three nights from now and I'm afraid I am not well-versed enough to do it myself. Try it out, see if you'd like the gig, and we'll see how it goes.

"It is very sudden," you say, thinking back to all the projects you had at home. But you didn't have any makeup gigs as of recent, just small shipping's and your own personal life. You could do it, probably. "Let me check my calendar."

Kita nodded. "Of course."

You ignored your emails once more, and clicked on your calendar tab. You were right. Any bookings weren't for another week at the least, and most of your current commissions were small things like scarves or sweaters. Well, you had those specialized kneepads to work on for Bokuto's birthday two weeks from now, but you had some free time.

"I could do that, yeah," you say, smiling at him. Kita seemed nice and pretty harmless, and you had heard the name before. You trusted him, even if it was stupid to say.

Kita's small smile grows into something a little hopeful. "Wonderful. I've already emailed you before this, but I hadn't gotten a response. So, you have my contact information. May I have your email?"

You nod, writing it down on a pad of paper for him. He pockets it. "I'm going to set up something with the band as a meeting before the concert. Most likely a dinner tomorrow night, does that sound good?"

"Just send me the details!" you beam, giving him a thumbs up.

He gets up to leave, but you grab onto his sleeve. He turns, cup in hand. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity, really. I'm very excited."

Kita looks down to his shoes for a second, as if in thought, then his hazel eyes snap back up to you. "I should be the one thanking you for accepting so suddenly. You're really saving my job, Y/N."

"I wouldn't say so. You do a lot for the band as manager. If you didn't, you wouldn't have found me."

"I suppose you're right."

Kita leaves after that, and you turn to face the coffee table. Shock begins to register within your body. Did that really just happen? Your fingers shake, and you know you won't be able to get any sewing done for a while.

This was the opportunity of a lifetime. Kita said he'd emailed you before. What if he hadn't been so determined as to hunt you down? Would you have missed this just because you slacked off on checking your emails?

God.

You take out your phone, and open twitter. Talking about your issues on social media always got a laugh out of your friends.

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༻✦༺ next -> | masterlist

fun fact(s)!:

y/n and akaashi were the first friends out of the group, dating all the way back to high school. akaashi's overprotective of her like a brother, and they hang out the most. akaashi introduced her to bokuto at vb when she became the manager for his team and then to kuroo and kenma.

kita regularly goes to the same coffee shop y/n was at with aran. he just happened to run into her there picking up coffees for the two of them.

taglist:

@alienvarmint | @sunarots | @mannaornot | @gojoscumslut | @wolffmaiden | @fleoresies | @tkooooop | @cheriesdear | @shotenvinsoot

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[strawberryfairi]

Shuji Hanma | Headcanons

★ When he flirts with you; Black Girl Edition❣️ ★ Fluff; Shuji being ridiculously chaotic and you pretending not to love it

💎 DO NOT let this man's looks fool you. Shuji is a cornball ass bozo! I said what I had said💁🏾‍♀️

~He comes across so intimidatingly gorgeous, especially since he's so damn tall, but he flirts with you like he's still in high school because he thinks it's funny. Just the most unserious man to walk the earth.

~ For example: "You got any bandaids? 'Cause I scraped my knees when I fell for you, baby." He murmurs next to your ear with a wide, prideful grin. You give him your best side eye for a moment, then walk away shaking your head, attempting to force your smile down so he wouldn't get boosted off your reaction.

"You need to go on somewhere with your goofy ass. That was even worse than yesterday." You reply over your shoulder, the amusement all in your voice as you kept walking.

~He would never admit this out loud, but he loves the way you always roll your eyes and walk away trying to hide your smile from him when he makes a move on you. He follows after you every single time.

~Honestly he can be like that annoying sibling that won't stop bothering you when he wants to. Turning your bedroom light on then leaving with your door wide open type time...that's Shuji.

~He will absolutely insert himself into your daily life, and do it without warning. He just...arrives. ~Does not care about your feelings on the matter either^^, if he wants to be around you he will.

~You act like you'd never give him the time of day and he absolutely, positively loves it.

~You have to give it to 'em, he's definitely persistent.

~He's never satisfied with his encounters with you until you're completely bothered and/or utterly embarrassed by him.

~Example #2: "Get back! Why're you always doin' the most?!" You rant, covering your face with hands to hide the embarrassment as you walk. This man Shuji had started yelling out Michael Jackson lyrics in the middle of the sidewlak all out in public like he don't got no damn sense. Acting like he's in a music video behind you, people start to stare and mumble discreetly to each other as they passed by you two, only making the embarrassment ten thousand times worse.

"JUST KISS ME BABY AND TELL ME TWICE, THAT YOU'RE THE ONE FOR ME! THE WAY YOU-

"SHUJI! I'm bouta call the police on your stupid ass! Stop! 'Cause you can't even sing!" You holler over him, trying to come across as angry and annoyed as possible as you continue speed walking down the sidewalk.

~He definitely noticed the wide smile on your face....

~No no, getting serious for a second though, he'll definitely come through whenever you need his help. Especially if it involves beating some idiot guy's ass that couldn't take a hint. ~I mean, he's goofy and wild, but he's always reliable.

~Speaking of fighting, he loves to show off his skills when he can. He knows he's a great fighter and so do you.

~He loves the height and overall size difference between you too, and will definitely flex that regularly.

~He's not one to get sappy or particularly emotional, but whenever you're upset or crying about something he'll cheer you up in his own (ghetto) way.

~Example #3: You sniffled a few times, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand as you finished ranting about your coworkers at your stressful job.

"Yeah, that's a lot. So...wanna ride?" He asks, his tone plain yet a mischievous smirk made it's way onto his lips. Your face instantly scrunches up in annoyance.

"Shuji! Why can't you just like listen and-

"On my bike, on my bike!" He chuckles, waving his hands in surrender as you smack his shoulder.

"Then say that, not 'wanna ride'." You scold, giving him another one of your classic side eyes. He knew damn well that came across sexual.

The two of you spend the rest of the afternoon into night riding around town until you completely forgot about the stress of the day. It was a win-win in Shuji's mind. You weren't upset anymore, and he got to spend hours with the feeling of your arms wrapped around him for once instead of smacking him.

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🧚🏾‍♀️A/N: Ugh, I love Shuji, he's such a goofy, tall cutie.

DON'T STEAL MY WORK✋🏾🛑

[soaked4mk]

Could you do a fic where the reader has a crush on Syzoth (MK1) and she doesn’t know how to confess to him, so she writes a song that’s aimed at him but he doesn’t know until she performs it at a festival or in the royal court (you can choose)?

If you need a song for the fic, I got you:

Or

👽: I love this prompt!! I’ve decided on sweet relief. I’m keeping this one short but cute. (Not proof read)

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

★ The Sun Do festival is lots of fun. And anyone is allowed to participate in the event. There’s food, plenty of drink, lots of friendly banter, and of course the music. Actually, speaking of, you were known for your sweet voice, you had a nick for song writing too.

★ Almost every day, you were accompanied by Syzoth. Whether it was training, or just to talk with you as a friend, it was a sweet relief to hear his voice any chance you got. You adored his stories and would listen intently. And if he were mourning the loss of his family every once in a while, you never hesitated to comfort him.

★ You two spent a lot of time together. And of course you had secretly conducted feelings for Syzoth. Admiring him from afar as he did everyday activities. but never finding the courage to confess.

★ Instead, you would pour your emotions into your music. Late into the night, you would sit by your window, strumming your guitar or composing some kind of beat on your laptop and penning down heartfelt lyrics. As the grand Sun Do festival approached, you decided it was time to reveal your feelings to Syzoth.

★ You poured your heart and soul into crafting the perfect song, weaving melodies that expressed your love and admiration for him. On the day of the festival, the town square was adorned with colorful banners and bustling with excitement. The stage was set up and after the current group, you were next. Syzoth peeps you through the crowd and approached you with a smile.

★ “Hey Y/N, I heard you’re performing? How exciting!” He gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder, his hand lingering longer than necessary. You nod and smile back at him, cheeks dusted with pink as his thumb rubs small circles on your shoulder before releasing. “Yeah…I’m pretty sure I’m up next…” You nervously said. Looking at the band who took the stage.

★ Noticing your slight unease, Syzoth shoots a compliment in attempt to calm your nerves. “Well, you have a beautiful voice, I’m sure you’ll blow the crowd away when you’re up there.” You smiled at him and looked back up to the stage.

★ After the act finished their song, it was your turn. And Syzoth tells you that you’ll do just fine, and that you’re an amazing musician. You walk up to the neatly decorated stage, hands trembling as you clutched the microphone.

★“Uhm…” the microphone lets out a long ring before you adjust it, by tapping your index finger a couple times on it. “I wrote this song…for someone special.” You shakily say into the microphone, glancing at the people, your palms began to get clammy, and your heart-rate quickens.

★ You spot Syzoth amongst the crowd, who shoots you an adorably supportive smile with two thumbs up. swallowing before forcing yourself to keep your composure. You mentally note that this is the moment.

★ That he would either understand the song was about him, and feel the same. Or that he would understand the song was about him, and not feel the same. Either way the lyrics were too specific for them to fly over his head. So without further thought, you clear your throat as the track to your song begins to play.

★ As you began to sing, your voice rang out clear and sweet, capturing the attention of everyone present. Unbeknownst to Syzoth, every word of the song was directed at him. pouring out your feelings, your voice filled with emotion as you sang with admiration and longing.

★ The crowd fell silent, enchanted by the heartfelt lyrics and soulful melody. Syzoth, who had been listening from the edge of the crowd, felt a warmth spread through his heart as he realized the song was meant for him. He watched you pour your heart out on stage.

★ Absolutely enamored by your performance, it seemed like the crowd faded away, and it was only the two of you, looking at each other with that longing stare. Syzoth had always sensed this special connection between you, but had never dared to hope that you felt the same.

★ When you finished your performance, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause. As you walked off of the stage, Syzoth stepped forward, a soft smile playing on his lips as he approached you.With butterflies in your stomach, you looked into Syzoth's eyes and finally confessed your feelings to him.

★ To your surprise and delight, Syzoth smiled, reaching out to take your hand. “Y/N….” He looked into your eyes. “I never knew you felt this way about me…” “The song was beautiful.” you felt an overwhelming warmth spread throughout your chest, as your heart leapt in your throat.

★ Syzoth embraced you, taking a moment to gather his thoughts, he met your gaze with sincerity. “Firefly…” he paused, searching for the right words to convey the whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. “From the moment we met, I knew you were a rare gem.” His voice softened as he continued. “Your kindness, your laughter, your genuine spirit—it all drew me in. Piece by piece.”

★ As you let his words absorb, you notice him taking a shaky breath in. His heart was most like pounding just as hard as yours was. “The lyrics you sang to me, wrote for me… echo in my soul.” Syzoth cupped both of your trembling hands, in his own. His eyes locking with a yours with silent promise.

★ “I want to explore this connection between us, to see where it leads.” Syzoth confesses, his voice soft with sincerity. “With you, Y/N…I feel like I’ve stumbled upon something so special— a love that has the power to push forward, to help me be a better man…”

★ Your cheeks were burning up, and your eyes filled with tears of joy, choking up slightly, you pull him back into a tender embrace. Knowing that in this moment, the two of you had taken the first step on a journey filled with love, laughter, adventure and endless possibilities.

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