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seenoversundown · 8 months

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Siren

Jake x Fem OC (AU)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (Minors DNI) Soft Dom (M) edging, teasing (flirting way not bullying) Hand kink, Oral (M receiving) , Penetrative sex, Cursing, Fingering (F receiving), Cute fluff and silly jokes at odd times.

Word Count: 4.2k

Author’s Note: I love these two so much 😭 Once I had the thought for them, I had to write it 🩷

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Siren (noun) 1. any of a group of female and partly human creatures in Greek mythology that lured mariners to destruction by their singing

Charlotte POV

Opening the doors to the bar, I take a quick scan to see who else is working. Seeing that my favorite spot at the bar was open, I swiftly made my way over to claim it as mine once again. Where is he? Nobody is behind the bar at the moment, but I can hear movement out back.

“Helloooo, my dear!” Josh’s voice rings down the hall.

“Oh, hi Josh, how are you?”

“Great now that you’re here,” he starts, which seems charming to most. Still, I know what that means, “I should be off momentarily. Well, as soon as my wonderful brother finally shows up,” he says with a complacent smile plastered on his face.

“What are you and Quinn doing for the evening?” I ask.

“I let Quinn decide because I got my gift this morning,” he tells me, followed by a wink.

Oh my god, Joshua, what the hell.

I slowly blink at him before I respond, “That’s great, Josh. I’m so happy for you.” If I didn’t have my makeup done right now, I would be rubbing my eyes until I saw stars. I never needed that image in my head.

The door chimes ring, causing us both to look over. Mmm, there he is. Jacob saunters over to me; his eyes always seem to find me when he enters a room. In his usual button-up, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, only the bottom half of the buttons were actually done. I love the way he’s so comfortable having his chest exposed, and maybe it’s selfish because I daydream about curling up with him every night.

“Hi,” his tiny, raspy voice mumbles. His hand gently cups my jaw as he places a sweet kiss on my lips, followed by a few little pecks.

“Hi,” I manage to squeeze out in between kisses, “I missed you,” I can feel his smile through the kiss. I’ll never get over that, before pulling back and running his hand down the back of my head.

“I always miss you, honey,” he says, rounding the corner behind the bar. “Did you not order anything yet?”

I simply shake my head ‘No.’

“I was waiting for you to make it.” Resting my chin into my hand, I watch his eyes light up. His hand gesturing for me to wait a minute, he quickly puts a drink together for me.

“A Boulevardier for you, m’lady,” the English accent he loves coming through.

“What’s the occasion?” I ask, my eyebrow-raising out of skepticism.

He shrugs as he backs away to take care of other customers who just sat down. Knowing him, he probably feels terrible that he has to work today. I can’t really say much, I have been working all week, and this is quite honestly the earliest I’ve been off.

I will gladly sit here all night, though. I may have a little surprise of my own... Even though Valentine’s Day is overrated? Hush, I know it’s silly, but a girl can have fun sometimes, okay? Ever since I met Jacob, he’s been an easy target. That sounds mean.. I just mean he’s still a man. Sometimes, I take advantage of that, and honestly, it benefits us both.

Watching him work is practically a hobby of mine at this point, anyway. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of it, his hands, his hands, his hands. The way he has gotten so confident in making drinks and talking to customers, it’s been like night and day since I first came in. He can quickly pour drinks without having to measure, and seeing him shaking drinks is… I’m better than no woman, alright? He’s so fine, and watching his arm muscles flex. GOD. This may be a more potent drink than usual.

“I’m sorry, this is how we have to spend Valentine’s together,” he finally admits. And the truth comes out, about time, Jacob.

“No, it’s okay, really.”

“No, no, I’ll make it up to you,” he says softly, reaching over to grab one of my hands, “I promise,” finishing with a little wink as he runs his thumb over the back of my hand. He promises?

“And how are you going to do that?” I can’t help but ask. I have been spending too much time around Josh, and now, I’m way too nosy for my own good.

“I have some ideas,” he says quietly, “I think you’ll enjoy them.”

“I guess we’ll see,” I tell him, the smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. How is he real?

“Did you make my drink stronger tonight, or is it just made with extra love?” I ask, knowing it’s a bit cheesy, but Jacob is a sucker for romantic things.

“You think I’m just trying to get you drunk?” He cocks an eyebrow, “Because you may be onto my plan.” Slapping my hand over my mouth, I can’t stop the giggle from escaping.

“Jacob!”

He leans over the bar slightly, gesturing for me to come closer. I stand on the little footrest bar of the barstool, leaning over the bar to meet him in the middle.

“Can’t wait to hear you yelling that later,” he whispers quickly before turning to press a kiss on my cheek. JACOB– Two can play this game.

My jaw going slack; I don’t even know what to say to him. My lack of response to him elicits the most beautiful smile from him. Nothing makes my heart swell more than seeing that boy smile. I watch as he turns, hearing his name called from the other end of the bar. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The bar gets more crowded now that the night has gone on; every seat at the bar is filled. I’ve had the pleasure of not having to ask for refills but receiving them, along with a few saucy glances from the most delicious bartender I’ve met.

I tap on my phone to scroll through any notifications when the idea hits me. I click on my messages, seeing his cute little face pinned to the top.

Me: Maybe I am sad that we’re here on Valentine's Day.. 🥺

I hit send and then wait for him to look at his phone. Please, please, please. He slides it out of his back pocket and unlocks it. Glancing over to me, giving me a little frown before quickly typing away.

Jacob ❤️: i’m sorry honey, just a little longer then I’m all yours.

‘I’m all yours’ making my heart flutter. Jacob is the most wonderful person I’ve ever encountered, and somehow, he’s mine.

I need to pee. I wave him down and point to the bathrooms, knowing he’ll ensure nobody takes my seat. I scroll through my emails as I walk down the hall into the bathroom, managing to catch one of them as someone is coming out. I glance at myself in the mirror as I walk in, and suddenly the lightbulb goes off. Mmmm yes.

I look in the mirror, fix my hair, and check to make sure my lipstick isn’t all over the place. I open the camera on my phone, facing the mirror, and pull up one side of my sweater dress. Revealing the black lace garter snug against my thigh, knowing it would drive him crazy. Taking the picture, a slight pout on my face; he best think I’m hot. Tugging my dress back down into place and locking my phone, I head back to the bar.

Sliding into my seat, he’s already clocked me being back. It’s cute how fast he’ll catch me. Noticing that my drink is full and fresh, I go to take a sip of it, but as I lift the glass, I see there’s writing on the napkin.

‘You look beautiful, I can’t wait to get you home’ is scribbled across the top. I feel the heat rush into my cheeks about as quickly as my thighs tighten while I read it. 11:15 p.m. stares back at me, thank god the bar is closing early tonight I don’t know how much longer I can do this. I click on his messages again, choosing the picture I just took and hitting send.

This is my favorite part. I sip on my drink for a few minutes before he finally reaches for his phone. Leaning against the back counter, I see him tap on his messages. Oops, is all that runs through my mind as I watch his entire face turn red. Looking up at the ceiling for a second and then back at his phone, zooming in and pulling his phone closer to his face to see my little present better.

Jacob ❤️: holy shit

Jacob ❤️: FOR ME?

Jacob ❤️: i need to thank everything and anything in the sky for letting you be mine. But really, youre so hot??? I’m so lucky?

I love when he’s flustered. Who am I? I love him always. Flustered is just a cute bonus.

Me: only 30 more minutes baby 🤭

The way he drops his head back when he’s struggling makes me giggle. The next thirty minutes need to fly by, or I think one of us may explode. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The moment the last customer walks out of the bar, Jake is right behind them to lock the doors. Shutting all the lights off in the front in one go before coming over to me.

“You ready to go?” practically falls out of his mouth. I look around, you’re not clocked in right now, and look back at him.

“Don’t you need to clean?”

“It can wait,” he says, pulling me closer to him, “You’re more important.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press my body against his.

“Baaaaby,” I coo into the crook of his neck. Feeling his hands run down my back and landing on my waist, he gently squeezes. He lets out a small ‘mmm’ that radiates through his chest.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” he says, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

I grab my bag from the barstool, and Jacob already has my hand in his, pulling me down the hall.

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Walking into the apartment, it’s dark, and no signs of life.

“Josh?” Jake says, flipping on the lights in the kitchen, “Bub, are you home?” He walks over, gently cracking Josh’s bedroom door to see that it’s empty. Thank god.

“He must be at Quinn’s,” I whisper, “He said something about he let them choose tonight’s activities because he already got his gift.”

I giggle as Jake shudders, “Hun, you don’t have to tell me everything he says to you.”

“I had to hear it, so you also have to,” I giggle as he comes closer. “Plus, he’s YOUR brother, so.. it’s only fair.”

“I’ll let it slide this time,” he says, glancing down at my lips before making eye contact, “but only because I’m very interested in this surprise you have for me.”

Grabbing his shirt and pulling him close, I take a second to admire him. I lean in, placing the tiniest kiss on the tip of his nose. Then, moving down to kiss the corners of his lips, oh, his lips. Seeing the little smirk creep up as I linger over his mouth, I love to tease him and see how long I can stay just a whisper above before he breaks. Tonight didn’t take long before he leaned into the kiss, feeling his soft lips press against my bottom one. Sliding my hands up, holding the nape of his neck as he gently nips at me.

His hands glide from my waist down to my thighs, grabbing behind my knees to pick me up. Instinctively, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Let’s go, Captain,” I whisper into his ear, eliciting the most delicious groan from him. He picked up his pace to the bedroom as I pressed a kiss just under his ear, letting lip prints trail down his neck.

Pushing the door open with his foot, he spins us around so he can sit on the edge of the bed with me on his lap. Sliding my dress up my thighs, revealing that black lace I’ve been taunting him with.

“You really do love me huh?” He says, pulling back to look at me, his teeth on full display. I only reply with a quiet ‘mhm’ as I bring my hands back down to his chest, unable to keep eye contact when his mouth looks like that.

Pushing his chest gently so he’ll lay back on his bed, I hover over him just for a second before he pulls me in for a kiss. This one was more desperate, practically whimpering into my mouth. Fuck me. His hands find the bottom hem of my dress, sliding it up and over my ass, the cool air drawing goosebumps to my skin. He grabs a handful while the other hand slides up to cradle my back.

Swiftly flipping us over, he hovered over me with a devious grin on his face. He props himself up onto a knee, looking down to see the bottom of my lingerie on display.

“Fuck me,” he mutters, sliding my dress higher as I arch my back to help him.

“I’ve been trying,” I quip back, leaning up on my elbows. The look on his face is priceless, his jaw slacked and eyes hooded. I pull my dress over my head carefully and run my hands through my hair quickly.

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

YES. I nod rapidly, reaching my hands out for the bottom of his shirt, lifting it just enough that I can barely see the small trail of fine hair. His hands find mine, gently pinning them above me.

“Mm mm,” he murmurs into my ear, sending a chill through my body, “You need to tell me what you want from me, hun.”

What. “I uhh—“ I hesitate, distracted by how I can see down his shirt, watching his stomach muscles tense slightly.

He’s staring at me with that one eyebrow cocked and a little smug smirk, holding both of my hands with one of his.

“Use your words, tell me,” his hand finds a place on the nape of my neck, as his thumb runs across my cheekbone, “I know you’re thinking it; just say it.” His voice switched to a whisper, causing goosebumps to creep in rapidly.

Touch me, please. For the love of GOD, Jacob.

“I need you,” I finally squeak out.

He laughs softly to himself, “Do you want me to..” his voice trailing off as his hand slides down to my chest, gently resting on my sternum. Without having to do anything, I can feel my nipples start to harden; I swear his eyes light up at the sight. Quickly palming one of my breasts, he dances his index finger around me, and I’m already squirming. A small moan slips out, getting his attention.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Please, Jacob,” I softly whine, his hand wandering to my other breast.

The smile on his face is taunting me. He knows exactly where I want him. If he weren’t sitting between my legs, oh god, my legs would be tightly together.

“Touch me,” laced with a moan, falls from my lips, “Please, Jake.”

Letting go of my hands, he finds both of his sliding down my waist and holding onto my thighs, gently squeezing them. Fuck. Slowly moving them up, barely touching the lace fabric, my hips shift, trying to find relief.

“Oh,” he says lowly, “This is what you want?” He ever so lightly drags a single finger down my lace-covered middle; I can’t stop the breathy moan coming from me.

“More baby,” comes out whinier than expected, “please please please more.”

“How could I ever say no to you?” His soft voice, wrapped in the most sultry tone, already has me in a chokehold when he dips his hand under the lace fabric. His fingers quickly find the perfect spot, making small circles on my touch-starved bud. The sounds pouring out of my mouth at this point are absurd.

He slides his other hand up my thigh, his index finger gently dipping into me, not far but enough to elicit a small gasp from me. The way this man can have me drenched at the lightest touch is insane.

I watch as he pulls his hand up, placing that same index finger into his mouth and slowly pulling it back out. FUCK he’s hot.

“My sweet girl,” he says, reaching up to caress my cheek for a moment before he taps my bottom lip, “let me—“ My mouth couldn’t open fast enough, he slides his middle and ring finger in and without hesitation I’m already swirling my tongue around them, hearing him moan quietly at the feeling.

He pulls his hand slowly back but swiftly, finding my entrance and pushing them in.

“Shit,” I mumble.

Finding the right spot, he continues pressing into it, making that knot in my stomach tighter.

“Come on, honey,” his voice makes everything even more overwhelming. “Need to hear how good you feel.”

That pushes me over the edge, my back arching as I’m overcome with pleasure. A slew of ‘oh my god’s and ‘Jacob’ loudly escape my body. He slows down but still applies pressure as I come down.

I reach my arms out to him, pulling him down on top of me, wrapping all my limbs around him. Turning my face into the crook of his neck, pressing little kisses all over him.

“Feel good?” he mumbles into me.

“Mhmm,” I hum against his warm skin, “It’s your turn,” Feeling his chest vibrate with a laugh, I hold him tighter against me.

As he starts to sit up, I let go, missing his warmth already. We switch places; he’s sat up against the headboard. I immediately crawl up in between his legs, wasting no time as I unbutton the rest of his shirt, pushing it out of the way. Kissing my way down from his jaw to his collarbones, finding that slight dip in the middle of his chest. His hands make their way into my hair, brushing it away from my face as I press my lips into his soft skin just above his hips.

Unbuttoning his pants alone makes him groan; his dick pressed tightly under the waistband, poor thing. Pushing them down with his boxers, my mouth is watering at the sight alone. Lightly tracing my finger up his length before fully wrapping my hand around him, carefully stroking him before wrapping my lips around him, and letting my tongue dance around him. Slowly taking more of him into my mouth, I glance up through my lashes to see his head tilted back against the headboard. Peering down at me, his mouth is barely open, but enough that his moans ring through my ears. I move up slowly and back down, going further so he’ll keep making those beautiful noises. As my nose just touches his stomach, I moan a little, causing his hands to tighten their grip on my hair.

I come up, still working him with my hand as I line myself up with him. He slides the lace over as I lower myself onto him, his hands finding their place on my hips as I adjust to the feeling.

“You feel so good,” he mumbles out, clearly focusing hard as his eyes shut softly. I roll my hips forward as he hits that spot again; oh god. Lifting my hips and dropping back down carefully, everything feels good.

“Oh,” I let out, as he starts thrusting his hips up into me, slowly at first but building up speed.

“Oh my god, baby,” I can’t hold back the moans anymore as he’s hitting the right spots, “Holy shit.”

“Stand up for me,” he says as he slows his hips down.

My legs shake as I lift myself off of him, stepping off the bed as he quickly follows behind. His hands snake around me, pressing his chest against my back, peppering kisses down my neck onto my shoulder.

“I’ve been thinking about bending you over all night,” he tells me softly, “can you do that for me, beautiful?” I don’t answer him, turning and pressing a kiss against his cheekbone and then leaning down and stretching my arms out.

His hands graze my ass as he steps closer; I can’t help but wiggle myself against him, teasing him until his palm swats at me with a small clap.

“Mmm, have I been bad, Captain?” I turn my head to see him from the corner of my eye, trying not to giggle at how ridiculous that sounds.

His head falls backward as he lets out a belly laugh. He leans over me and presses a kiss in between my shoulder blades.

“Soooo bad,” he says with a wink.

He lines himself up with me, gently pushing himself in, and god is it good. Feeling his hipbones pressed against me before he starts pumping himself into me. This angle is probably my favorite, feeling so full from him and it’s hitting all the right places.

“Harder, baby,” comes out a bit louder than before, with a loud moan right behind it. His hand sneaks around me, going back to its rightful place in between my legs and adding some friction to my throbbing clit. The sensation of his hand mixed with the feeling of him behind me. I swear I’m in heaven.

“Don’t hold back, honey,” he tells me. “Told you I wanted to hear you scream my name tonight, let it out.”

‘Oh my god,’ slips out as the tension builds again. I’m so close.

“Need to feel you come for me.”

His voice, mixed with his hand and his hips digging into my ass, sent me over the edge. I can’t refrain from the loud ‘Jacob’ that comes out of me as my orgasm tingles through my body. His hips slow a bit as he rubs my sides, waiting for me to come back to earth.

“God, you’re so hot,” he whispers, making us both giggle for a second. “This isn't gonna last much longer, hun.”

I reach back and tap his leg so he’ll step back, pulling out slowly. I push myself up from the bed, turning to face him and sinking to my knees. Wrapping my hand around him and pumping a few times before I lick a stripe up the length of him. Letting him slide into my mouth, I tap on his hip twice, and he starts to thrust gently. He carefully gathers all my hair, wrapping his around his hand and holding the back of my head.

“I’m gonna-” he starts, and before he can finish, I bob my head so he goes deeper. The delicious moan he lets out fills my ears before I feel his release. His head falls back as he rides out his high. I swallow as he pulls back, letting my hands glide up his stomach, enjoying the bliss on his face before he opens his eyes.

His hands grab mine and pull me up to my feet. Quickly grabbing the sides of my face, giving my lips a quick glance before smiling into me. His soft lips pressed into mine, taking turns trying not to smile, giggling at each other as he peppered my face with tiny pecks.

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My legs are tired as I walk into the living room and find Jacob sitting on the couch watching whatever Hallmark movie is on the TV. I shouldn’t be drooling over him already, but when he’s just there with no shirt and in his sweatpants, I can’t help myself. I can’t believe he’s MINE.

“Hi there,” he says, reaching out for me. “Feel better?” As I’m crawling into his lap.

“Much better. The shower was needed after all of that.”

Wrapping his arms around me as I curl up like a kitten on top of him, this is my favorite place to be. I tuck my face into his neck, enjoying the warmth of his skin. Quietly toying with his necklace, fixing the chain so the clasp is in the right spot. We sit in the quiet, the background noise of the cheesy romance on the TV keeping it from being silent.

“Are you hungry?” he whispers.

“I’m starving, actually,” I giggle back.

“Thank god,” the relief evident in his tone, “I’ll make us something quickly.”

“Jacob,” I glance at the clock, “It’s almost 2 a.m.”

“Already back to my full name?” he asks, raising his eyebrow. My mouth falls open; I tend to full-name him, but honestly, I just love it.

“You know what,” I start, holding eye contact with him, “Carry on. Thank you, baby.” There’s that smile.

“I could just call you Captain,” I tease, giggling as he turns around.

Pointing at me with a wooden spoon, “Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish, hun.”

Standing up from the couch, I make my way over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning my face against his back as he cooks. Fiddling with the waistband of his sweatpants until he grabs my hand.

“Alright now,” he mumbles, “what did I just tell you?” his laugh vibrates through his body.

“And who said I can’t finish it?”

He turns around promptly, that devilish smirk creeping back onto his face, “care to try your luck?”

“Whenever you want, Captain.”

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anarchy-n-glitter · 5 months

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The Good, The Bad, and...

Summary: Lucy and The Ghoul encounter a shadowy figure from his past while on their way to New Vegas. This stranger, nicknamed Red Eyes, is intent on collecting a bounty on The Ghoul as a means to settle a feud between the two after they were betrayed by him. Will Red Eyes succeed, or will they have a change of heart based on their complicated feelings toward the man? (Cooper Howard x OC/reader) Words: 2,941

A/N: I forgot to post chapter 1 of this on here sorry guys. Anyway this is low key a Star Wars AU because as a Cad Bane fan I simply could not help myself so this is technically kind of a follow up to this fic. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

From the Desert Comes a Stranger

“I’ve taken down so many of dese clones over da years…” Her father began in his heavily accented manner, sighing, and pushing his hat back with his pointer finger as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. The red of his irises were somehow muted by the red lenses of the goggles he wore, which made it hard to see the look in his eyes as it was. He quickly dropped to his knees and with a single swipe of his knife he removed something from the clone’s body. She couldn’t quite make out what it was before he pocketed it.

He turned around quickly, pointing his gloved finger up at her. She straightened up.

“Now, Ciella, what ya need to know is…” He handed her the bloodied knife, closing her fingers around the hilt and holding her smaller hand in his. It was one of the only times he made a tender gesture towards her other than the odd hug here and there.

“Once you figure out one da rest are easy.” She had to wonder what the point of all this was.

When they arrived on the site - an old, decrepit warehouse with a caved-in roof - her father was quick to corner the clone that now lay dying before them. He tried his best to grab the gun that was strapped to his leg, fumbling with it and managing to point it in her father’s general direction before he was gunned down. Two shots in the chest from the looks of it, shots that left the man (clone) heaving and wheezing on the floor with blank eyes, and she knew that’s what he wanted to happen. If he wanted to shoot the man in the head he would have. He was the fastest shot in the Wasteland, and it would stay that way for many years.

“Now, I want ya to take dat knife dere and,” He finally stood and moved her closer to the dying man. “Yer gonna have to cut his throat, unless ya want to hear him scream. I’m not against it but it’s best dat we keep him quiet. Don’t want any stragglers comin’ in and takin’ us by surprise.”

Ciella drew in a deep breath as she knelt down beside the man. His blank eyes suddenly held so much emotion, it was a look she’d seen in her own eyes a few times before. Mostly on dark nights in the Jewel as she listened to the way men spoke to her mother… and the way her father spoke to her at times. It was the look she saw in the mirror after she saw how her mama took care of those men - their purple, mangled faces contorted in pain and their eyes bloodshot staring up at her, and their hands clutched around their throats.

This man was in pain, and he was afraid of dying.

There was a large tattoo on the side of his face, around his eye. It was a symbol, most likely belonging to whatever faction he belonged to since escaping his vault. From what she overheard her dad discussing, Vault 66 seemed to be defunct, with the clones created within revolting and escaping into the Wasteland. He had been hunting down the clones for the last five years, among other things. She never quite understood why anyone would flee a vault to live on the surface.

Her father took the respirator off of his face, letting it hang below his chin. She felt more at ease at this, happy to hear his own, unmodified voice walking her through what she was about to do. Her heart was beating fast and felt like it had leapt into her throat. She glanced at the open ceiling and focused on the large, white moon that hung in the deep blue sky.

Perhaps the sky full of swirling stars would be enough to comfort her.

“When he’s dead, cut off da part of his face with da tattoo and hand it to da Tin-Man. Den we can go home.” He instructed. Ciella hesitated.

The clone looked at her, stared her down, silently begging her for mercy. He was just a clone, and he was wanted so he must have done something bad, right? She looked back at her dad, who had pushed his goggles up onto his forehead, revealing his bright red eyes staring back at her expectedly. Tufts of navy blue hair peeked out from under his hat and over his goggles and his lips were curved into a small smile.

He actually looked like a supportive father for the first time in his life.

Ciella made her decision at that moment, and the girl at only eight years old turned around and drove the knife into the clone’s throat. His eyes widened and met her gaze for a moment and she felt her heart drop. He groaned and wheezed, the blood gurgling in his throat as the crimson substance dribbled from the corners of his mouth. A sputtering cough had his blood spraying across her face and she wasn’t sure if it was on purpose or not. She tried not to heave at the disgusting feeling.

On instinct, she pulled the knife from his throat and drove it back into his flesh. Over and over. A larger, warmer hand wrapped around her wrist and stopped her mid motion.

“Dere ya go.” Her father smiled wider as pride swelled in his chest. His baby would be a killer, just like he was. “After dis I’ll teach ya everyding I know.”

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The sun bore down unbearably upon the duo traveling along the Mojave Desert. It had been miles and miles of desert between the Griffith Observatory and the place the Ghoul was certain Lucy’s father was heading. The vaultie was starting to fall behind, clearly tired from the constant moving. It was hard to find shelter all the way out here, and unfortunately for her the Ghoul didn’t feel comfortable stopping out in the open.

They had traveled through a few settlements at that point, each one growing more and more decrepit and sparse. The people were quieter and hid away in their own corners of the small towns, eyeing the Ghoul and his traveling companion wearily. The whispers and glares of the different townsfolk hardly made for good hospitality, if anything it was that fact that drove him away from each place. Something was happening, someone said something, and he felt it was too risky to stop for a few nights in any of the settlements.

The last place they’d been to was a day’s walk away at this point, and the talk amongst the people in that saloon made him deeply uncomfortable. Then there was the body.

In the sandy dunes of the last settlement they had been to laid a man with sun kissed skin and snow white hair stained at the temples with red. The poor man had his brains blown out, by who… well, let’s just say he had a good idea of who it was. It was clear the job was done quickly, the man clearly didn’t see them coming, and the fact the man’s armor and other supplies went untouched raised even more alarm bells. He got them out of there quickly and quietly.

Unfortunately for Lucy, the Ghoul was one-track minded at the moment. His family was out there, he could feel it. There was a reason he kept going for over two hundred years, and he would not let those years of anguish be in vain.

He would kill anyone who tried to get between them.

“There’s gotta be somewhere we can stop, right?” Lucy sounded hoarse, tired. He wished he could answer her truthfully. He hadn’t traveled this far into the desert before, and the way the sun seemed to hang so high in the sky for so long made him question whether anyone ventured that far, let alone set up shop. He shrugged.

The dunes seemed to stretch on for miles and miles, with only a few rocky formations on the horizon. A few dried plants littered the ground here and there, somehow finding the strength to grow in such a harsh climate. It was a wonder anything was able to grow and flourish after the bombs. Maybe he should have sent the vaultie to ask for some sort of transport back at the saloon instead of being stubborn like he usually was.

“Maybe that person’s coming from a settlement down that way?” The Ghoul froze, feeling himself go numb.

Among the dancing heatwaves stood a dark-clad figure on the horizon.

They stood still, any discernible features hidden by a wide-brimmed hat and respirator over the figure’s mouth. The wind blew and kicked up dust and whipped the figure’s coat to the side, revealing the large holster against their hip. Their dark attire starkly contrasted with the bright blue sky and pale sand.

The words of the men in the saloon ran through his mind.

Someone’s lookin’ for a ghoul just like ya! There was a bounty put out not too long ago, I think it’s been taken offa the board. A lotta caps goin’ for that guy. He considered that a warning at the time.

Anyway, it looked like the guy who took the bounty was Red Eyes. He had the goggles an’ everything, but we all thought he was dead.

And Red Eyes was supposed to be dead. He died around five or six years ago.

The figure in front of him was a ghost.

Red Eyes stopped a good twenty feet in front of them, standing perfectly still. The wind shifted again and from beneath the wide-brimmed hat came a tuft of navy blue hair that blew in the breeze. The desert was all too quiet now, and it felt like something from one of his old movies. Red Eyes felt like an old western villain, dark and ominous, seemingly a force of nature. He worried the figure wasn’t only after him.

“Lucy, you should head back.” The Ghoul muttered, putting a hand out to stop her from moving any further. She stared at the figure for a moment, suddenly afraid because of the Ghoul’s reaction.

“It’s only one person.” She muttered. “Maybe they’re lost?” The Ghoul stayed silent. He would not repeat himself.

Her doe-like eyes flickered to him and she noticed the way his mouth was set in a seemingly permanent frown. His whole body looked stiff, like a cornered animal. She nodded, understanding finally, before turning on her heel to make a run for it.

The Ghoul watched as the stranger glanced in Lucy’s direction. Red Eyes observed her, seemingly studying her like an unbothered predator eyeing a nearby animal knowing it couldn’t do anything to stop it. He grit his teeth and took a few steps forward, spurs jangling with each stride.

This was not good.

“Now I know that fancy getup you got on is not yours.” He began through a false bravado, flashing teeth that used to be a pearly white. It was so easy for him to slip back into a role, something he had been doing this entire time. Yet, this time, he was given the chance to play the good guy. It felt unfamiliar somehow, after all, it had been several years since he’d done such a thing. He was almost grateful for this stranger’s theatrics. “Who might you be? Cause you sure as hell ain’t Red Eyes… he’s dead.”

He knew all too well who this was.

Red Eyes looked up, the red goggles reflecting the bright sun and making it impossible to see past their lenses. More of the stranger’s hair seemed to flow from behind them, long strands of navy waving in the wind like a flag. Their stance shifted from one of leisure to subtly looking like they would pounce. The stranger moved their coat away from their hip, revealing the large gun strapped to their form.

“I’d be careful where I was sticking my nose if I were you.” The heavily modulated voice called out. “Or lack thereof.”

The Ghoul bit his tongue. “I’m assuming that corpse we found back there was you, then? Certainly wasn’t the handiwork of any ol’ fiend.”

“Wasn’t much work.” Red Eyes spat quickly. “Was a clone. They're easy. Woulda gotten in my way.” Their accent, even through the voice changer, was thick. Louisiana, most likely from the New Orleans area.

“You’re here for me.” He didn’t feel the need to ask. He threaded his thumbs through the belt loops on his trousers, opting to seem more relaxed than he was. He knew Red Eyes would see right through his guise.

“Isn’t that obvious?” Their hand twitched beside their gun. He eyed them wearily.

“Well, I’m not goin’ willingly.” A low, rumbling chuckle sounded from the stranger.

“I never said I was gonna take ya in alive.” They answered, voice cold with an edge to it. He fought the urge to argue, to call their bluff, for doing so would be too risky.

Truthfully, Red Eyes had every reason to want him dead. It had been a few years, five to be exact, since they last saw each other. Five long years since he turned the fellow bounty hunter in for killing a crime lord. Five years since he left them for dead. This would be a fitting end for their little rivalry, even if it wasn’t always that way.

But he wouldn’t go down just yet. Not without a fight.

He had to find another way to fight them. A quick draw duel would mean a death sentence for him, unfortunately. Red Eyes was and still is the quickest draw in the Wasteland. He would have to throw them off somehow, say something to really disarm them.

He did the only thing he could think of, and instead of indulging in the stranger - instead of going for his gun - words that he never thought he would say slipped from his dry, cracked lips.

“Ciella, I’m sorry.”

Red Eyes froze. Their hand was still dangerously close to their gun’s grip. Over the wind, he vaguely heard the sharp, uneven intake of air from the figure. The breeze picked up again, blowing open the stranger’s coat to reveal the figure of a woman.

“It’s a bit late fer that, isn’t it, cher?” It most definitely was her. “I came ta finish the job. I shoulda known a coffin wouldn’t hold yer ass.”

Cooper held back a laugh. Ciella Bane was an ally at one point, and maybe even a friend, but the moment her picture was up on one of those boards he knew their partnership was over. Someone was offering a hefty reward for whoever could bring the bounty brat in, preferably alive.

That was his mistake. He knew he probably should have killed her while she was sleeping and taken the smaller reward for her corpse. Killing her like this would be a pain in the ass.

“You wanna take off that ridiculous getup and let me see you?” He taunted, much to Ciella’s dismay. He just had to hit her where it hurt, get her emotional and in her head so she missed when she inevitably shot at him. However, it had been a few years, he couldn’t be sure that trick would still work.

Though with dear ol’ daddy not around to give her more of his tips and tricks he doubted she would have improved much more than the last time they brawled.

Ciella scoffed. “The last thing you’ll see are these goggles. Everyone’s gotta know it was Red Eyes who took ya out, ghoul.” She spat, though there was a sadistic playfulness in her voice. Cooper rolled his eyes.

“I got places to be, girl.” Cooper countered with equal venom. He was getting antsy, and he felt she was wasting his time. “Let us through and…” He stopped.

What would he do? What could he do? What could he possibly offer her where she wouldn’t be on his trail while he and Lucy trekked the Wasteland on a wild goose chase? Ciella coming back from whatever corner of the world she ran off to after burying him alive was the last thing he wanted.

“Let us through and we can finish this some other time. I’ll tell you where I’ll be and you come find me.” He offered finally, feeling the weight of his words in his chest. He wouldn’t give up finding his family so she could have her petty revenge, but maybe one day, when everyone around him was gone and he knew his daughter was safe and could live a happy life, he would go to Ciella and let her put him out of his misery.

“We do this here and now.” The bounty hunter replied. “That head o’ yers is fetchin’ a pretty penny. Figured it was better I did it than some chem addicted fiend on the street.” Her words were purposefully inflammatory. She was doing the same thing he was.

She straightened up again, mimicking the stance of a cowboy in a western getting ready to draw, and Cooper knew what it meant. She wasn’t giving him a choice. They’d done this dance once before, and unfortunately for him it didn’t end well.

The Ghoul sighed and moved his coat from his holster, and he mirrored her stance. “This ain’t gonna go the way ya think it will, sweetheart.”

“I doubt that.” That same, robotic voice answered, yet he knew she was still all too human underneath.

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Golden Hour || Ch. 7

[Bob Floyd x Bradley Bradshaw x OC]

A Bob Floyd & Bradley Bradshaw AU [Hart of Dixie inspired]

Synopsis: Willow, Georgia. Barely even a town, just a speck on a map that you tried to wipe off, mistaking it for a crumb. You’re the outsider: a fancy New York doctor, fresh out of a failed engagement, with zero primary care experience. You’re also the new town doctor, taking over for a recent retiree who was beloved. His son, Bob Floyd, is the other physician at the practice, and takes an immediate dislike to you. But you were looking for a fresh start, and Willow doesn’t seem all that bad if you can get past the fact that there's only one restaurant in town. It helps that you've caught the eye of Bradley Bradshaw, the town attorney, despite the fact that you vowed to take a break from dating. How long until you start to make friends in a town where social circles have been set in stone since elementary school? And what will it take to make Bob Floyd see you’re not as bad as he wants to believe you are?

Pairing: Bob Floyd x OC; Bradley Bradshaw x OC

Tropes: Love triangle, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Alcohol, angst, cursing

Chapter summary: Olive spends Thanksgiving with the Bradshaws; Olive and Bradley's relationship takes a turn

WC: 2K

Masterlist here; previous chapter here; next chapter here

“Dr. James, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?”

You swiveled around in your chair. Molly stood at the door, holding an armful of supplies to replenish the cabinet to your right. “I’m not sure,” you replied. “Why?”

“I was hoping we’d be closed,” she said, unloading the bandages into the cabinet. “My boyfriend and I are supposed to visit his parents down in Marietta.”

“You can have it off either way,” you replied and Molly grinned.

“So you call the shots now?” Bob stood in the doorway of your office, wearing a sweater with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of khakis and brown dress shoes.

You rolled your eyes. “Give the girl the day off, Floyd.”

“We’re closed on Thanksgiving, Molly,” he said and she stood up, smiling.

“Thank you!” She tossed her arms around Bob as he stood solid like a statue in the doorframe, before scampering down the hallway.

You leaned back in your chair with a smirk. “Softie.”

“What are your plans for Thanksgiving?”

“Don’t have any,” you replied. “Unless you’re inviting me over.”

Bob looked startled. “I, uh—”

You laughed but it was dry. “Don’t worry, Floyd, I’m not inviting myself over. I have more tact than that.” You stood up, smoothing your short skirt. “I won’t impose. Sure I’ll be able to find something to do.”

Bob’s gaze hardened. “I’m sure Bradshaw would have you over.”

“Bradley?” You shook your head. “I’m sure he has plans.”

Bob nodded. “Bradshaw family Thanksgiving is legendary. I’ve been a few times. His parents do a catered dinner.”

“Maybe I’ll ask him.”

Bob lingered. There was something about the way he wasn’t moving, as if words were stuck in his throat, thick like gravy on a biscuit.

You cocked your head to one side. “Something else I can help you with?”

His blue eyes turned to you. “No.” He pivoted on one heel, heading down the hallway, the soft clack of his dress shoes on the wood floor fading into the distance. You frowned before picking up the phone and pressing Bradley’s contact.

“Hey, it’s me,” you said into the speaker. “Listen, about Thanksgiving.”

***

“Mothers don’t like me,” you whispered as you and Bradley made your way up the steps toward the stone mansion on the end of the road. “Just a warning.”

Bradley chuckled. “I doubt that, Doc. What’s not to like?”

You shrugged. “I say too much or I say too little. And when I do talk it’s about medicine. I’m too competitive. I can’t cook. I curse. I wear too short of skirts.” You adjusted your skirt over the thin tights and cursed yourself for wearing a pair of stilettos. The Bradshaws were going to think you were a prostitute.

“My mother likes no one and pretends to like everyone,” Bradley replied. “Besides, it’s a party, Doc. Not some intimate dinner. You’ll be able to blend in with the crowd, I promise.”

“If you leave me alone for more than five minutes I’m going to get blackout drunk,” you warned.

Bradley laughed, reaching out and ringing the doorbell. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” The large wood door swung open. “Mother,” he said.

“Bradley, dear.” She was small, so thin beneath her sweater set, and Bradley had to stoop down to kiss her on the cheek. She held her arms out to you. “And you must be Olivia.”

“Olive,” Bradley corrected. “Dr. James.”

“Ooh, doctor?” His mother raised her plucked eyebrows.

You smiled. “Olive is fine. Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Bradshaw.”

“Carole,” she replied. “Come in.”

The Bradshaws had more money than half of Georgia from the looks of it. A soaring two-story foyer with a curved staircase that crawled up one wall, checkered black and white tile floors in the entryway, an enormous wooden paneled library to your left. The house was warm and smelled like Baccarat Rouge and echoed with voices and Southern accents. You raised your eyebrows at Bradley. “You’re Southern royalty, aren’t you?”

He blushed, hard. “No.”

“Come on.” You grabbed his arm. “Spill.”

“My father was the governor,” he confessed and your eyes went wide, like saucers. “There he is.” Bradley tipped his head toward the seven-foot tall fireplace against one wall where a group of men were laughing. You spotted him immediately. Tall, muscular, mustache that rivaled Tom Selleck’s. He was handsome as hell. A part of you did the mental math and realized that Bradley would age well.

Very well.

“Come on,” Bradley said, moving toward the center of the room. “I need a drink.”

Against one wall, there was a makeshift bar. “Wine, please,” you said.

“What type of wine?” the bartender asked. “We have Sauvignon Blanc, Merlot, Pinot from the Loire—”

You cut him off with a thick sob. “Oh my God. Real wine.”

Bradley practically snorted. “Yes, Olive, outside of Willow there actually does exist wine where the label doesn’t just say white box or red.”

You shook your head with elation. “Sancerre, please.”

“And you, sir?”

“Manhattan, no rocks.”

You leaned against the bar and surveyed the room. It was tastefully decorated. Now you knew why Bradley’s house was so well done. “You could have warned me,” you whispered.

“And said what?”

“I don’t know, that you’re Mr. Georgia?”

Bradley laughed, a throaty chuckle, one hand finding the small of your back, leading you deeper into the room. Clumps of well dressed people stood in packs scattered throughout the large expanse of the living room. “Sometimes I forget that you don’t know things, Olive. Everyone in Willow knows everything about each other. It’s hard to remember that you’re starting from a blank slate.”

“What else am I missing?” you asked.

“Well, that’s my brother, Jordan.” Bradley pointed to a tall, dark and handsome man holding hands with a slim brunette. “And his wife Jodi. And their son James is somewhere. Probably praying pranks on the dog.” You grinned. “If you go upstairs and turn left and open the fourth door on the right you’ll see an embarrassing amount of trophies from little league.”

“I know where I’m sneaking off to after dinner,” you teased.

“I’ll meet you up there.” You swatted Bradley’s arm with your free hand and he laughed. A shadow appeared in front of the two of you.

“Son.”

“Dad.” Bradley was a full inch shorter than his father, and that was a feat. “This is Dr. Olive James.”

“Just Olive is fine,” you said, holding out a hand. “Very nice to meet you, sir.”

He grinned, shaking your hand tightly. His grip was a vice. “Nick Bradshaw. Friends call me Goose.”

“Goose?”

“Don’t ask,” Bradley whispered.

“Best shot in the state,” Nick said, dropping your hand. “You a hunter, Doctor?”

“Does looking for deals in Soho count?” The joke fell flat on Nick, who had a stony look in his eye. “Sorry, no. Never been.”

“You’ll have to join us sometime,” he said. “Bradley, invite her to the lake house. We’re going next week.”

“You don’t have to,” Bradley whispered.

You smiled. “That’s very nice, thank you.”

Goose tipped his head. “My son here really under sold how pretty you were. In a town like Willow I’m sure you’re turning heads.”

You blushed and Bradley shook his head. “Dad, come on. Let her at least finish her drink before you turn on the charm.”

Goose grinned. “Can’t help it, son.”

“It’s flattering,” you replied. “But I only came to Willow a few months ago. Still adjusting.”

“What’s there to adjust to?” A voice to your right entered and you turned, Bradley’s brother Jordan joining the circle. His eyes leered over you. “Nothing in Willow but two sticks to rub together.”

“Olive,” Bradley said, his voice icing over. “This is my brother Jordan. Jordan, this is Dr. Olive James.”

“Doctor?” Jordan raised his thick eyebrows. “How come there were never any docs like you when I have to go to my checkups?”

“OK, we’re leaving,” Bradley said, putting one hand on your back and steering you toward the patio doors at the back of the room. The two of you spilled out onto the paved patio that overlooked a manicured garden not unlike Versailles. “Sorry about him, he’s a dick.”

You laughed. “That’s OK. I understand.”

“Do you have siblings?”

“No.” You paused. “But my fiancé did.”

“Fiancé?” Bradley went pale.

“Sorry, ex-fiance,” you clarified.

“You’ve never mentioned.”

“He cheated and I left. Not much to say,” you replied.

“I’m sorry.” Bradley paused. “Is that why you left New York?”

You nodded. “We worked together.”

“Oh.” He was quiet for a moment. Then, “Sounds like a real dick.”

You laughed, the sound chiming out into the quiet evening. “Not wrong.”

“Did you love him?” he asked.

You frowned. “Yes. But I don’t know if I was ever in love with him. Not the way that I should have been. I was just too caught up in everything to realize it.”

Bradley stepped closer, pressing one hand to your cheek. “I like you, Olive. A lot. And I know you said you weren’t looking to start anything, but—”

“I like you, too, Bradley,” you interrupted, the heat of his hand cupping your skin warming you from the outside in.

He smiled, bending down, pressing his lips to yours softly. You closed your eyes, letting Bradley flood your senses.

When the two of you broke apart, you grinned, sliding one hand up into his curls, pulling him back down, sealing your lips over his. Bradley’s large hands wound around your waist, tugging you in close, pressing your body to his.

“Let’s blow off dinner,” he whispered.

“But it’s Thanksgiving,” you replied. “Won’t your family care if we ditch them?”

“I don’t care,” Bradley murmured. “I want you all to myself.”

“Bradshaw,” you said quietly, “are you hitting on me?”

“You bet your sweet ass I am.”

“OK, let’s go.”

Back at Bradley’s house, you slipped off your heels as Bradley poured two glasses of wine. You heard him mutter and curse under his breath.

“Everything OK?” you called out.

“Yeah, fine,” he shouted back. “Make yourself comfortable.”

You wandered down the hallway to Bradley’s bedroom, edging open the door. It was familiar, from the night after the Halloween party. The room was blanketed in darkness and you strolled over to the window, glass of wine in one hand, spreading the curtains, letting the moonlight flood in.

Across the yard, Bob stood at his window, illuminated lightly and golden from a lamp behind him. You raised your hand in a wave and so did he. Opening the window, you perched on the sill. “Hey.”

Bob opened his window, leaning his head out to his shoulders. “Hi.”

You frowned. “This was your big Thanksgiving plan? Standing at the window looking forlorn?”

He shook his head. “I had dinner with my father, but I left early. He was tired.”

“Oh.” You paused. “How, um, how is he doing?”

“Not too well,” Bob replied softly.

“I’m sorry to hear that. He’s very sweet.”

Bob looked up. “Weren’t you at the Bradshaw’s party?” he asked.

“Yeah, we were, but.” You trailed off, taking a sip of wine to fill the silence.

Bob’s eyes went wide with realization. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry,” you said but you weren’t sure why. It just felt like the right thing to say.

“Why are you sorry?” he asked quietly.

“I don’t know.” In the distance, you heard footsteps. “I should go.”

Bob nodded. “Goodnight, Olive.”

“Happy Thanksgiving,” you replied softly, shifting off of the window sill, feet landing on the floor with a soft thump. You closed the window gently, and Bob mirrored your actions across the narrow garden.

“Doc?” Bradley’s voice carried through the open door. You turned and smiled.

“Hi,” you whispered.

He stepped in closer, winding one arm around your waist. “So. Where did we leave off?”

“I think somewhere around here,” you replied, leaning forward, pressing your lips to his. Bradley’s other arm found the back of your head, supporting you as he tipped you backward in a kiss, one of your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, your fingertips gripping his biceps.

In the heat of it all, you forgot to pull the curtains shut.

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Heyyy! I don’t know if you’re comfortable but an AU with the main girl Indian! Only if you feel comfortable! 🫶🏼

Top 5 Ranker - Instagram AU

(Bengals Quarterback! Joe Burrow x Stylist! OC)

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Bengals: Another unforgettable season.

We can’t thank you enough for your love and support, Who Dey Nation.

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username1: WHO DEY NATION FOREVER!

yourinstagram: 🧡

username2: last night’s game was so rigged, y’all deserve so much better… let’s pray for the Super Bowl win to finally happen next football season!

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Burrow_World: Joe’s girlfriend Y/N will be posting her top 5 of Joe Burrow’s “arrive at ___ stadium” soon!

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username1: i’ve been waiting for this to happen since the beginning of the football season.

username2: remember when we thought that Joe dating a stylist meant that his outfits during football season would get better…

↳ username3: let’s not lie… there were more hits than misses compared to last year 😳

↳ username4: even though he’s dating a stylist… he doesn’t want her help in choosing what he wears 💀

username5: i hope it’s made clear that whatever Y/N’s ranking is of Joe’s stadium arrival outfits… her ranking is the right ranking, because it’s Y/N’s opinions > everyone else’s opinions.

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CincyProblems: Y/FN Y/LN (Joe Burrow’s girlfiend and Stylist) had posted her top 5 of Joe Burrow’s stadium arrival outfits on her Instagram Story… Do you agree or disagree with her top 5 ranking?!

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username1: THIS IS DEFINITELY MY TOP 5 RANKING!

username2: i wouldn’t agree with her ranking if she wasn’t a stylist… but since she is a stylist, she definitely knows what she is talking about when it comes to outfits!

joeyb_9: this is a nice top 5 ranking… but my top 5 ranking for my stadium arrival looks would be different.

↳ yourinstagram: it’s a good think no one has asked you for your top 5 ranking… because it would be different in a very bad way 😵‍💫 this season, you had a mixed amount of good outfits and bad outfits.

username3: “we had a fun time after i saw him in this suit for the first time 😽” OHHH THEY GOT NASTY BEFORE THE FOOTBALL GAME 💀

username4: how could she not add the soft pink look from when Burrow arrived at the Arrowhead Stadium for the AFC Championship to her top 5 ranking?!

username5: Joe needs to do a ranking of Y/N’s top 5 attendance looks… because we know Y/N is the best dressed WAG at all the football games that she has attended since her and Joe started dating!

↳ joeyb_9: wait… that might be a good idea 🤔

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yourinstagram: the best Top 5 Ranker 🏅

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joeyb_9: we’ll see if you’re still the best top 5 ranker after i post my top 5 ranking of your football game attendance outfits!

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↳ joeyb_9: i’m your boyfriend, that’s my qualification.

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NFLWAG_UPDATES: Joe Burrow has ranked his top 5 football game attendance looks of Y/FN Y/LN for the 2022-2023 football season on his IG Story.

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username1: i would say that this is a really good top 5 ranking, but the truth is… you could put any outfits that Y/N wore to the football games this season in a top 5 ranking, and the ranking would be correct!

username2: the way i know Joe took these photos because none of these photos are on Y/N’s insta-feed.

username3: this top 5 ranking really proved that Y/N has the best style compared to the other NFL WAGS.

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joeyb_9: The journey continues….

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CincyProblems: next season is the revenge tour!

yourinstagram: are you posting this photo because you’re mad that i didn’t include this outfit in my top 5?!

↳ joeyb_9: i’m not publicly answering that question.

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jisungsbff01 · 22 days

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.like i need you.6.

...pairing…Chan x reader

...w.c... 1.5k

...genre…slice-of-life, college au!

...warnings...swearing

...characters...Y/N, (OC) Lilith, (OC) June mentioned, Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix, Chan

...synopsis...No one ever really knows what they wanna do in their 20s, but Y/N has always known what she was going to do. So, she began the journey to her dream and is so close to reaching it with no distractions at all. Until she is thrown into a project with Hyunjin, a fellow senior in college, and he introduces her to a few of his friends...connecting with one in particular...

Her whole plan is soon thrown off the track she’s had it on for 21 years….

A/N: This chapter has not been edited yet!

Sorry about the shorter chapter, but the next one will definitely be longer 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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The kiss started slow, just like how it did the night before. Nothing was rushed, and god was it amazing. As we both started wanting more, he pushed me against the kitchen counter and bit my lip; it could’ve been hard enough to make me bleed, but I really couldn’t care less. I was on cloud nine right now. His breathing was heavy, his hands pushing and pulling me to the way he wanted…needed me. I felt more in this moment than with any other guy I’ve been with.

He grunted once I slid my hand under the collar of his shirt and gripped onto the muscle just between his shoulder blades, in return, he grabbed onto my thighs and hoisted me onto the counter. He pulled me to the edge, molding our bodies together and there was no way we could get any closer. Yet, I wanted to be.

“Y/N.” He whined out.

I hummed in response.

“Y/N”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, wake the hell up!”

I wake up from the dream I would much rather occupy my time at the moment and give a go-to-hell look to my best friend.

“You have to get up, Felix texted June; you’re supposed to meet Hyunjin today at noon.” Lilith snapped at me.

I drag a hand down my face, realizing how hot it was in the apartment, “Is the AC out again? I’m sweating horribly.”

She sputters out a laugh, “No, the air is fine, it might’ve been that hot little dream you were having…on the couch of all places, shame on you, you little freak.”

My face flushes for sure, “Uhm, what? What are you talking about?”

She crossed her arms, revealing her tanned stomach slightly, “Girl, unless you were running a marathon on your dream, there is no way you weren’t having a sex dream. No one breathes that fast in REM and the amount of squirming you were doing, yeah no way…. Who was it with? I feel like being nosy this morning.”

I zone out for a moment, processing what I really was dreaming about…and she definitely wasn’t wrong. I might as well have been having a sex dream.

About Chris.

And we kissed last night.

Do I know how to feel about it?

No, no I don’t.

All these thoughts flood through my brain as I wrestle with myself before I find my voice, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

That raises even more questions for my red-haired friend, “Ah, ah, ah…now I really gotta know. Was it Chris?”

My silence is an answer in itself.

“It was! Oh, Jisung owes me money!” She drags out our cheeky friend.

I give in, “Okay, yes, it was-it doesn’t mean anything. It was just a dream…after we…”

I trail off, realizing that I haven’t had a chance to tell her or June that we kissed…well…more like made out.

“After you..” She pauses, “Y/F/N, what did you do? Okay, so after you and Hyunjin get finished with whatever you need to do, we are having a girl’s night. You, me, June, and later if they behave the kids are coming out with us. We haven’t all really been out together yet. But, us three apparently need to have a discussion, you are hiding something and we are getting it out of you tonight.”

I nod, knowing there is no way I am going to find a way out of this. Once Lilith sets her mind to something, it is nearly impossible to change it.

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Hyunjin meets me at the bus stop close to the dance studio, greeting me formally. His hands are in the pocket of his overcoat, matching my slower pace, “So I saw Chris this morning.”

I feigned disinterest, “Oh, yeah?”

“Mhm, oddly enough, he was in such a good mood this morning.”

“Good, I know he’s been stressed lately.”

“Yeah, he has been, but I asked him why he was in a peachy little mood.”

I stopped in my tracks, looking directly up into my friend’s eyes, “And?”

“And he told me the two of you may or may not have kissed when he dropped you off.”

“Uhm, what?”

“Kissed. Smootched. Swapped spi-”

I interrupt him with a string of blabbers, “Okay, I get it, ugh…why’d you have to put it that way?”

He shrugged his broad shoulders, “You seemed like you didn’t understand what I was trying to say, so I listed off other words for it so you could.”

I facepalm myself and we continue walking into the studio. We sit down and he shows me his final product of his end of the project that was submitted and performed for his class. I watch on his computer as his body moves effortlessly in the waves he has practiced. Every move he drew out was precise and just…art. The way his body moved just perfectly with the song I was so insecure about made me think that maybe it wasn’t as bad as I kept trying to convince myself.

I commend him on his performance and ask when he was supposed to get his feedback and final grade.

“The professor said they were going to go back over all the footage and write out detailed notes and that we would get them after the break.”

“I wonder if all the instructors are getting together on the break or something because mine said the same thing about the composing end of it.” I added.

“Could be, I mean, there aren’t that many submissions due to it being groupings, so they might be really detailed about it.”

We talked amongst ourselves for an hour about various topics before I brought up the plans for tonight, letting him know that they were all invited.

“I’m assuming since Lilith wants to have “girl-time” I’m concluding that you haven’t told them what happened with Chris?” He asks boldly.

“No, I just don’t know how to bring it up. I mean, I’m sure Lilith has a feeling-if she doesn’t already know because she grilled me this morning.”

“God you’re lucky…” he trails off, realizing what he stated out loud.

“Hyun, you’re drooling a little.” I motion for him to wipe the corner of his mouth teasingly.

“Hey, I am not ashamed of the feelings I have for that woman she is…” he trails off again, “she just…ugh, I don’t even have words.”

“Talk about pussy-whipped,” I hear from behind me at the entrance of the room, “this is all I hear about when you three aren’t around.”

Jisung is walking in, one hand pulling the zipper of his oversized hoodie and the other is pulling off his beanie as he teases his roommate. Felix is beside him with a drink carrier of coffee. Jisung was the one to speak first out of the pair.

“Yeah, and the other quarter of us is no better.” Felix voices from beside him, handing the two of us each a coffee. I thank him and take a drink, enjoying the sweet taste and loving the bitter aftertaste even more.

‘Oh, they can’t be that bad, guys.” I add to the conversation.

“Y/N, if you could spend just an hour in our shoes, you would pity the two of us, we perish in whiny roommates. And it is your fault…well sort of.” Jisung laughs from his belly as he sips on his drink.

Hyunjin brings up the plans for tonight and the newcomers are eager to go, stating that they need it after the stress of their finals started to get to them. I understood that with everything in me, still exhausted from the panic attack I experienced the day before. Somehow all three of the guys got word of the situation between Chris and me, which Felix gladly brought up.

“Yeah, Jisung owes several people some money now, so Y/N, thank you for your contribution to the Felix fund.” Felix winks in my direction gratefully.

“I do have a question for you, though.” Jisung begins.

I raised my brows in response, indicating to him that I was ready for said question.

“What does this mean for you guys? Like, was it a one-time thing? Are you dating? Do you even know?”

Yikes…I hadn’t even thought about it in all honesty. Not like that.

Before I could get a word out about it, Chris walks in.

Did everyone just decide to gather today?

So I just keep my mouth shut and change the subject.

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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{7} - To Tempt Fate - Yandere!Trickster Deities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Trickster AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Suspense

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Mingi & Yunho)

Words: 3,469

Warnings: Violence and descriptions of a mutilated corpse. Swearing and one use of a homophobic slur (it’s oc’s uncle, but he gets knocked flat pretty quickly). Blood, and some more instances of/implied slut shaming (not done by any of the guys). Depictions of anxiety, past abuse and trauma. I think that’s all, but if I missed any, please let me know! This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Oh, I cannot wait for you all to see what happens next! Like I've mentioned before, these next few chapters really set the stage for a lot of what is still yet to come. Just wait until chapter eight ehehehe. Also, I wonder who appears at the end there? hehehe as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.

Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six

Before you can move more than two steps towards the injured male bleeding out on the ground, Johnny has grasped your arm in his one hand.

“I’ll take care of him.” His voice is firm, eyes briefly darting down to your still bleeding forearm. “Worry about yourself first.”

“Johnny-“

“I’m not letting you anywhere near that fucker,” Johnny hisses, already walking passed you and towards your Uncle.

“Oh, what? Is my niece too good for me now to treat my wounds?” The words your Uncle speaks are purposefully loud, so that everyone can still hear him drone on. “Had to send her dog to do it for her?”

“You’re lucky to even still be alive at all.” Johnny spits, crouching before the male as he examines your Uncle’s wounds. “We should have just let you die. You absolute bastard.”

“You mean like how she murdered my brother-in-law?” Your Uncle huffs, rolling his eyes. “I always knew she was ruthless.”

A loud cry escapes your Uncle in the next second as Johnny applies pressure to his wound.

“My bad,” Johnny grins, tightening his hand over the bite marks. “Lost my footing.”

“Get off of me, you bastard!” Your Uncle attempts to push Johnny away, but the male doesn’t budge one inch.

“Oh, so you’d prefer to bleed out? That’s perfectly fine with me.” Johnny hums, moving to stand back to his feet.

Fear flashes across your Uncle’s features. “No, wait-“

“Then, keep you mouth shut.” Johnny snaps, tearing the remaining scraps of fabric off of your Uncle’s one pant leg to better assess the wound.

Smartly, your Uncle clamps his mouth closed, but with the hatred shining in his eyes, you can tell he’s displeased with these turn of events. The only plus side is the grimaces you can see crossing his features every now and then as Johnny harshly wraps up his wounds. The younger male isn’t gentle at all, purposely pressing much harder than he should against the open punctures, as well as making sure to tie the makeshift cloth bandages made out of the elder male’s own clothes far too tightly around the injuries.

“There, all done.” Johnny grins maliciously, standing back to his feet in the next moment.

“Aren’t you going to help me up?” Your Uncle shoots him a glare.

Johnny completely ignores him in favour of turning back around to face you. The older male starts swearing under his breath as he pushes himself back to his feet, glaring at Johnny the whole time.

You, on the other hand, remain frozen to your spot. Your blank eyes take in the scene before you without properly registering anything that is happening around you. Though, once you see Johnny back in front of you, you blink, clearing your vision.

“Are you okay?” His hands are gently placed on either one of your arms, staring deeply into your eyes.

You swallow thickly, nodding your head in the next moment. You brush him off. “I’ll be fine.”

That’s when you notice, someone has already cleaned and bandaged your arm. From the looks of the material, and the now missing sleeve on Yunho’s shirt, you just know that he was the one to do it.

Shaking your head slightly, you go to clear your thoughts. The way you take a deep breath in is meant to steady your nerves, steeling your expression once more. Only, your breath escapes you in a shaky exhale in the next moment.

Ignoring your Uncle will be the best thing for you right now. You may have saved his life, but that doesn’t mean you have to continue protecting him.

“As I was saying, where did you-“

“The fuck are you all standing around for?” Your Uncle once again harshly cuts you off, hobbling over to where the four of you are currently standing. “You think I was the only one running from that thing?”

“You were with someone else?” Mingi’s brow furrows as he spares a glance at the older male.

“They’re, unfortunately, probably dead by now if you got separated.” Yunho replies calmly, not even bothering to look in your Uncle’s direction.

“Like hell she is!” Your Uncle snaps before turning his searing gaze to you. “Let’s go, your mother’s life is at stake.”

Your reaction is instantaneous: breath hitching in your throat, your whole body freezing to your spot. Slowly, you blink, feeling your heart pounding within your chest.

“She can die for all I care.” You mumble, staring straight ahead.

“You ungrateful little bitch!” Your Uncle raises his hand towards you, only for Johnny to instantly have the elder’s wrist in his hand, fingers crushing the bones tightly. Your Uncle shakes him off, noticing how the two other males step in front of you somewhat for even more protection. “You good for nothing leech! After everything my sister and I have done for you, you’ll leave her to die? She should have thrown you out when she had the chance. You-“

“Enough.” Johnny’s voice is firm, purposely stepping directly between the both of you now. “If your sister cannot take care of herself, that’s on her.”

“Stay out of this boy,” your Uncle seethes. “These are family matters.”

“You are not my family.” Your voice is low, perhaps the darkest any of them have ever heard from you.

“Oh, so now you decide to grow a backbone?” He sneers. “Where was that confidence when you let your father die?”

Your breathing begins to come in uneven pants as you attempt to control your building anger. Though, from the way you see all three men tense around you, Johnny visibly shaking in rage, you know that they aren’t faring any better.

“You will come with me to find your fucking mother, and that’s final.” He demands, already turning and limping back towards the opening of the maze. At the way he turns, only to see you having not moved an inch, his eyes flash. A horrid look of complete contempt crosses his features, and your blood runs cold. You’d know that look anywhere. “Now.”

“Yes, Uncle.” Again, it’s like your entire demeanour is changing as your shoulders curl in on yourself. “Right away, Uncle."

“You live to serve my sister and I,” he snaps, eyes sharp as you begin trudging towards him, the three males following silently along. “Never forget your place.”

Both Mingi and Yunho exchange a tense look, barely being able to control their rage as it courses through their bodies. They should have known introducing your Uncle and that bitch into these games was a bad idea. They should have just decimated them when they all had the chance.

They won’t make that same mistake twice.

“We should grab the supplies from the kitchen first,” Johnny moves to take a step back towards the house.

“You imbecile, there’s no time for that!” Your Uncle shouts, clearly exasperated. “Hurry up, and get a move on!”

“It’s okay, John,” you place a light hand onto the side of his arm, but even he can feel how you tremble against his skin. “We can come back for the stuff later. Besides, there are a few more places inside the house I want to explore more thoroughly. We can’t do that with the king of narcissists on our trail.”

“Alright,” he sighs, sparing you a worried glance out of the corner of his eyes. Then, his gaze is sharpening as he turns to the two other males standing with them. “You two,” both Mingi and Yunho straighten, “always be between them. I don’t care the circumstances. You don’t let him near her.”

Johnny’s final words are pointed, each purposely emphasized as he meets the other two’s gazes. Almost immediately, they nod their understanding.

As if they need to be told twice, or at all for that matter.

You let out a small sigh, following after your Uncle in the next second. “Let’s go.”

A few minutes pass by in the maze as you all are led by your limping Uncle, not saying a single word. That is, until Johnny is breaking it once more.

“So, where did you find those weapons?” He directs his question to Yunho.

“Woke up in a shack filled with them.” Comes his reply, shrugging slightly. “Took the one I’m most used to.”

“Archery?” You quirk a brow, sparing a glance at him from over your shoulder.

“He’s been training for the olympics since he was eight.” Mingi supplies, a proud grin taking over his features.

“Lucky you knew where to shoot to kill that Gorzin, then,” Johnny observes, a hint of suspicion in his orbs.

“Seemed no different to me than taking down a wild grizzly.” Yunho shrugs, and his answer is enough to get Johnny off of his back. For now.

“You’ve hunted before?” You don’t mean to sound as impressed as you do.

Yunho preens, “a few times. Though, from what I’ve experienced so far, nothing to this extent.”

“So, you’re aware of what’s going on?” Johnny spares another glance at the tall male from the corner of his eyes.

“Mildly,” Yunho shrugs. “I’d rather not kill anyone, though. Least of all my brother.”

“Glad to know I’m still number one on your priorities,” Mingi grumbles lowly. “You know I can take care of myself.”

“Oh, you can, can you?” You turn to him, an amused look on your features. “I told you to wait inside the house until we had handled the situation outside. You could have died.”

At the way you continue to playfully scold Mingi, Yunho cannot keep the grin from tugging at his features. He even lets out a small chuckle as he watches you smack Mingi upside the head lightly in retaliation to a smartass remark the pink haired male attempts to make in response.

“I apologize if my brother has caused any stress,” Yunho chuckles. “He has a bad habit of doing things he’s not supposed to do.”

You fail to see the way Yunho’s gaze sharpens the slightest bit at his brother as you turn around. However, Johnny doesn’t.

“Which shack did you say you woke up in, again?” Johnny asks, cautiously watching Yunho’s every move.

“If my orientation is correct,” Yunho pauses slightly, turning his body towards the left and pointing off in the distance, “It’s that way.”

A shack that rests directly parallel to your own. At least, based off of the map you drew, and if you’re remembering correctly.

You begin to wonder if Johnny had woken up in the shack closest to the manor then, opposite Mingi’s own.

“Perhaps we should check out what other weapons are available before we continue searching,” Johnny comments, already locking gazes with you. “It’s better to be prepared in case there are things worse than just Gorzin’s in this maze.”

“Good idea-“

“We don’t have fucking time to play knights right now.” Your Uncle interrupts you, frustration clear on his features. “My sister could be dying.”

“And why should we care?” Mingi tilts his head, almost mockingly, in your Uncle’s direction. Though, with how he blinks, it appears like a simple, innocent inquiry.

“No one asked for you to come along, faggot-“

The word has barely finished escaping his lips when he’s suddenly on the ground, your chest heaving as you flex your knuckles. Your eyes blaze, a fury unlike anything they’ve seen before lighting in your eyes.

“Say that again, I fucking dare you.” You seethe, glaring down at your Uncle who rubs at the side of his jaw.

A pleased growl nearly escapes from Mingi’s chest, but at one firm look from Yunho, both males are composing themselves rather quickly.

Your Uncle spits out some blood from his mouth, glaring back up at you with nothing but malice in his gaze. “You dare raise your fist against me? Me?”

“You never had a problem with hitting before,” you mumble walking passed him without so much as sparing him another glance. “Hurts when you’re on the receiving end, doesn’t it?”

In the next moment, he goes to reach for your ankle, only for a pained cry to escape him.

“Oops!” Mingi grins sheepishly. However, you all fail to see the joyful gleam that sparks within his light green eyes for the briefest of moments as he steps on your Uncle’s injured leg. “Silly me. Guess I should watch where I’m going.”

Fear flashes within your Uncle’s gaze as he meets those light green orbs, and smartly, his mouth remains shut. He swallows thickly.

Slowly, he gets back to his feet, wincing all the while. Now, he’s stuck at the back of the group between both Mingi and Yunho. Though, the more steps he takes, the more unease he feels creeping up his spine.

“Where did you last see your sister?” Yunho asks casually, but his voice still manages to make the older male jump.

“We were in a sort of warehouse before that thing jumped out and attacked us.” He replies, rubbing at the side of his jaw once more. Already, it begins to swell. “Stupid creature chased me through this maze until I reached that house area.”

Both you and Johnny share a look. Sounds like the Gorzin was taunting your Uncle then; playing with its food is nothing unusual, especially if it’s confident in the kill.

“Are we even headed in the right direction?” Johnny sighs, clearly irritated with your Uncle.

“Like hell if I know! Ask the compass.” Your Uncle replies with a roll of his eyes.

You sigh, “it’s this way.”

“Are you sure?” Johnny’s brow furrows.

“There’s another opening up ahead that I can see that wasn’t here yesterday.” You reply.

“Yesterday?” Johnny’s eyebrows raise. “Just how long have you been trapped here?”

You simply shake your head in response, indicating that you’ll discuss things with him later. He can only nod back silently, worry eating away at his heart as he takes note of how tired you seem to be already.

He purses his lips.

Sure enough, once the five of you step through the opening, a large warehouse greets you. The exterior is a steel grey in colour, metal sheets lining the sides. Some of the windows appear broken, rust lining the frames. From the looks of things, it appears abandoned.

“Where did you last see-“

“Over this way,” your Uncle doesn’t even give you a chance to finish asking your question before he’s hobbling off in the direction of one of the receiving docks near the far end of the warehouse.

Both you and Johnny heave large sighs, Yunho and Mingi following silently behind.

Your Uncle pays no mind to his surroundings, not even bothering to be stealthy as he flings open the side door of the warehouse. A loud bang resounds through the area as he steps inside. A moment later, and he hops down a set of stairs, turning right as soon as he reaches the bottom.

“She should be right- holy shit!” A loud yelp escapes your Uncle as he rounds the bend, a complete look of mortification settling onto his features.

Turning the corner to observe the sight that has your Uncle so speechless, you freeze. Nothing could have prepared you for what greets you as you take in the smears of blood against both the floor and the walls. Though, those aren’t the worst parts of it all.

The mutilated corpse you see in front of you is your mother, leaning against the side of the wall. Her lower jaw is missing, torn clean from her body as blood continues to leak onto her upper chest. Her left leg has been completely twisted in the opposite direction, right arm torn clean from her body. Her eyes stare straight forward and down the hallway, glazed over in fear.

The worst part though, is when her eyes shift from peering down the hallway and towards you.

“She’s still alive.” Yunho observes blankly.

Though, you all fail to see the way he blinks almost in disappointment for the moment. Nor do you notice the slight grimace Mingi makes in annoyance at seeing that bitch still breathing.

“This is all your fault!” Your Uncle rounds on you immediately. “If you weren’t so concerned about fucking the first thing on two legs that gave you any sort of attention-“

A rumble begins to shake the entire building.

“Sure, sure, shift the blame off of yourself just like always,” you wave him off, completely ignoring how he fumes just off to the side as you crouch in front of your mother for the moment. You meet her gaze. “I wish I could say I felt any shred of sympathy for you right now.”

Slowly, you pull out a steak knife from your back pocket. The way your eyes glint off the dull reflection of the blade allows you to see just how dead your gaze has become.

“I could end it all,” you hum, hearing the mutilated corpse of your mother let out a strangled whimper before you. “So that you didn’t have to suffer any longer.”

The four males around you remain quiet, watching the scene unfold in front of them. While two look on in barely concealed glee, another can only stare on in concern. Johnny knows you have every right to be acting this way, but still, seeing his best friend lock those walls around herself, and become that heartless killing machine again pains him beyond belief.

Your Uncle, on the other hand, looks about ready to lunge at you himself.

Another rumble shakes the building.

Your gaze locks on your mother’s own, noticing how laboured her breathing is. Her chest barely rises and falls, a single tear escaping her eyes.

The knife gets twirled in your hands, practically teasing her at this point.

“You killed me a long time ago, mother,” your tone sharpens purposely on that last word. Your eyes flash. “I wish I could say the same about you.”

Standing back to your full height agonizingly slow, you watch as your mother attempts to let out a muffled scream before succumbing fully to her wounds. Her now dull eyes stare straight ahead, no light left in them at all.

You let out another sigh, just as the worst tremor shakes the entire warehouse.

“We should get going,” you say, moving to turn back to face the way you came from.

“What? And just leave her here to rot?” Your Uncle protests. “Over my dead body!”

Your turn your sharp gaze towards him about to respond, yet, it’s Johnny that beats you to it.

“That can be arranged.” He smirks maniacally, flipping that small blade he still carries casually in his one hand.

Your Uncle swallows thickly, before pure fury begins to course through his veins.

“You two, and your holier-than-thou attitudes can go fuck yourselves,” he seethes before rounding entirely on you. “I spent years of my life taking care of you, and this is the thanks I get? I should have thrown you out a long time ago after you couldn’t handle one little disciplinary beating-“

It’s as if his voice suddenly fails him, for in the next moment, he’s coughing up a handful of blood. He doesn’t even get a chance to say anything more, for an invisible force harshly tugs at his ankle, causing him to land face first in a pool of your mother’s own blood. A moment later, and he’s being dragged down the hallway, screams of terror escaping him as he desperately claws at the ground to escape.

You turn your horror filled gaze to the three remaining males around you, “run.”

Without waiting for a response, you take off in the opposite direction. Luckily, you manage to grab Johnny’s wrist as you dart passed, dragging him along with you as you begin to sprint down the hallway. You can just make out the pounding of two other sets of feet behind you, until it all goes silent.

A blinding flash fills your vision, and you find yourself raising your free hand to block some of the light. Unfortunately for you, the hold you feel around Johnny’s wrist loosens, and he quite literally slips from your grasp.

“No!” You attempt to reestablish that hold on him, but it’s like that invisible force pulls you apart. “No, Johnny! I can’t lose you, too!”

Except, a deadly silence is all that greets your ears in response.

Blinking to clear your vision, you notice that you seem to have been transported back to that manor across the maze. Rubbing faintly at your eyes, you quickly take in your surroundings to see that you’re back in that little study on the left side of the house.

Only this time, you’re not alone.

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T O O F A S T

42!Miles x fem!OC

COLLEGE!AU

(Miles is aged up to be around 21 just to fit the scenario…. THERE IS NO SMUT!!!!!)

WC: 979

The bass of the music vibrated through the floors and the multitude of people made the room hot and humid. Everyone was either dancing against someone or drinking and partaking in the smoke session going on in the house.

The building was crowded and lively, seeing as it was a party to kick off the new school year.

The purple LED lights set a different tone for the night and the choice of music only made it more clearer. It looked something straight out of a music video, almost as if everything was going in slow motion.

Smoke was high in the air making everything look clouded and the loud music drowned out any screaming or noise going on around the party goers.

Red solo cups, random bottles, and half eaten bags of chips littered the counters in the kitchen as Armani looked for a bottle of water to cool down. The short sheer black one piece she wore was rising a little bit and she made no effort to pull it down, too focused on the task at hand.

Crew blasted through the speakers as couples pressed against each other and rocked to the beat of the song. Armani checked the time on her phone while walking out the kitchen, deciding to give up on her mission. She bumped into someone causing her to take a step back.

“I’m sorry.”

She said while looking up at the guy. He was taller than her, even with her heels on. His hair was in two braids that reached his shoulders and he sported a crisp white shirt with camo cargo pants and all white forces. The silver chain and rings glowed under the purple LED lights.

“It’s all good, Ma. Just be careful. I’m Miles.”

He said while he held out his hand. Armani looked at it before placing her hand in his.

“Armani.”

Miles grabbed her hand and raised it above her hand, spinning her around in a circle slowly.

Armani looked up at the boy, his eyes were already on hers. They were almost a hazel color and his lashes were thick.

“Nice to meet you Mani.”

Miles said with a small smile.

“You have a pretty smile Miles.”

She said, keeping her eyes on him. His smile turned into a smirk and his eyes lowered.

“Thank you Ma. You’re really beautiful, you know that?”

Armani smiled and Miles took in her features. They were highlighted by the lights and enhanced her face.

“I’ve heard it a few times.”

Miles chuckled under his breath and grabbed her waist.

“You trynna dance?”

The Afro-latino nodded towards the living room. His eyes never leaving hers. The brown haired nodded and interlocked their hands together, leading the way.

Sonder’s Too Fast started playing.The party goers grabbed whoever was closest to them and pulled them closer, Miles doing the same as the vibe of the party started getting more sensual.

He held Armani by the waist and stared down at her. Miles’ eyes were lidded and his gaze was almost intimidating. Armani felt flustered but kept her composer as he lowered himself and spoke into her ear.

“So what’s up with you, Ma?”

“Whatchu mean?”

She shot back. He turned her around so her back was pushed against his front and wrapped his arms around her waist with his head on her shoulder.

“I can get your number?”

Miles asked, his braids brushed over her exposed shoulder as he angled his head and placed it in the crook of her neck. His breath tickled her neck and she jerked slightly at the feeling.

Armani turned around and moved her arms around his neck looking up at him.

“I thought that was a given.”

His hands ghosted the small of her back as he watched her move to the rhythm of the music. Miles hummed and rocked to the beat of the song.

The electric guitar started playing as the second part of the song began.

Instead of the calm purple color the lights changed to a deep red.

Armani unwrapped one of her arms from around Miles’ neck and hooked her finger under his chain, pulling him closer to her.

His breath ghosted her lips and Armani could taste the mint on his breath.

“Whatchu want, Ma?”

His voice was low as he licked his lips and flickered his eyes down to her lips.

They were slightly parted and shiny from the lip gloss.

“I think you know.”

Armani said. It came out like a whisper, and he almost didn’t hear her over the music. He could smell the vanilla perfume she sprayed on herself and he was certain she could smell his cologne.

Miles hummed once more and gripped her side tighter as he kissed her.

‘I hope you're hurting’

The guitar riff filled the room as Armani and Miles kissed. The red lights made it hard to know where one body ended and the other one started. It was a slow and sensual kiss and made it all the more addicting to the two college students.

Miles brought his ring clad hand up to cradle the back of her head as Armani brought her hands up to his hair, her manicured nails scraped the back of his neck.

Armani pulled away first and giggled when Miles followed her, trying to kiss her again.

“Whatchu doing after this, ma?”

Miles questioned rocking her back and forth.

“Going with you.”

Miles smiled and grabbed her hand pulling her towards the door.

“You like Waffle House?”

Armani nodded as Miles led her towards his car and opened the door for her.

The smell of his cologne engulfed her as she sat down while Miles shut the door and hurried towards the drivers side of the car.

“To Waffle House we go.”

He said as he grabbed her hand and kissed it.

#spider man #earth 42 miles #across the spiderverse #miles molares #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #miles x reader #spiderman x y/n #gwen stacy #across the spider verse spoilers #into the spiderverse #spiderverse spoilers #beyond the spiderverse #spiderman #miles morales 1610 #miles x oc #miles 42

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meowthefluffy · 1 year

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An update on my unfinished au’s!

I have over the last few months fallen deeply out of love with the Sanders Sides series and as a result I have not updated any of my projects in some time. At the current point I am at I am only planning to do the final two installments in the cupid au (because I pretty much lost my affection for the ts series right before the big finale of the project!!) and the lust Roman au (as it is my longest running work to date and I want to comple the project as a show of dedication to my younger self) although it will most likely be on a much quicker time scale than I was intending originally! (Instead of the 11 more parts I was hoping to produce it will probably be closer to 5 and I will most likely skip a few parts of the story that weren’t as important)

I feel a lot of affection for the work I have created but not a lot for the actual series so I’m trying to find a way to rework the stories I’ve created for the au’s to become independent creations that I will enjoy continuing to make! (Aside from the Lust au which I feel is mostly a story I don’t feel the need to come back to/rework since it relies so heavily on the source material) Most of my au’s function as stories mostly separate from canon material except for the characters archetypes present in each, so I’ll be working on retooling/reskinning said work to be more original and workable as long term projects! (Since u guys were really invest in my plots which had almost nothing to do with the canon characterization)

I’m currently working on retooling the Zombie au (Which I used as heavy inspiration for my oc Sophia I sometimes post about and her girlfriend) the Cupid au (I’m putting together more creative designs for the characters so that I can hopefully redo the comic- since I’m super in love with the concept) The sleeping beauty au (since it functions entirely the same as a stand alone story- and I could use the designs of my princess characters from that comic I made a long time ago for Valentine’s Day ) and the Super hero au! (Which I never properly defined and thus have a lot of incomplete ideas for, and my only struggle is coming up with better super hero names for them)

The only one of my main au’s I probably won’t rework is the Evil king au- just because I’m not sure how I could retool it to not just be a story about abuse(I feel more comfortable creating a story where everything is horrible and bad and the people involved are just bad for eachother when it’s an au- because there is other work of those characters where they aren’t that way to balance it out- but if it were my own new characters I feel as though it wouldn’t be nearly as fun to read or write)

This is a series of decisions I’ve been trying to wait on for a long time because I have been hoping something sanders Sides related would come out soon that would re spark my interest but nothing so far has happened- and with the way the story is going I don’t think it’s something that is going to happen. I still love all the work I have created for this fandom and I am so proud of all the collaborative projects I have been able to create with you all! I will happily re-read your asks and comments on my comics and I am still really proud of the community I’ve been able to create!

I’m sad to let this part of my life go (it’s taken up a solid 4th of my lifetime) and I understand that a lot of you all won’t follow me to my new projects- because I understand you guys didn’t come here for random oc projects- or original comics. And Altho it breaks my heart to see some of you move on and leave my notifications I am happy I the time with you all that I did!

Thank you all for everything- and I’ll see you soon 💖

#Im going to use the Prinxiety tags so that more people will see this post- since I am one of the bigger Prinxiety centric creators)#prinxiety #ts roman #tsvirgil #virgil sanders #cupid! au #sanders sides #roman sanders

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sundowning-gods · 25 days

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Pantheon AU

I’ve had this idea floating around in my head for a while. I guess I better write it down before I forget.

Theologists have been studying an ancient religion with the only evidence of its existence being in old ruins across Europe. Recently, as of 2003, the religion has gained a following once more and has spread worldwide with the rise of the internet. This new development has also caused followers to begin to merge their beliefs with another long death faith with origins in Japan. The name of the religion as well as those of its Gods have been forgotten with time, so researchers have the Gods nicknames to keep track of them. They are listed as follows:

L - God of Justice, Intuition, and Empirical Reasoning. He is assumed to be the religion’s primary God, presuming over the others. Followers of L believe that societal reform must be humanity’s choice, and it cannot be forced by divine intervention. They also believe that humans have a right to choose whether to be good or evil, but even if individuals commit evil in this world, the good will always prevail.

Kira - God of Death, Justice, and Retribution. He has amassed a large following in recent years due to the youth’s frustration with the ever present corruption in the justice system. They believe the only way to reform society is through divine intervention, and that Kira is their savior who will cut away the evil in society and leave a clean slate for the rest of humanity to build on. His cult is called the Temple of Kira. There are two distinct sects of the Temple, and their beliefs are as follows:

1. Kira is the one true God and all other Gods are false pretenders.

2. The other Gods are real and each have a role to play in the pantheon, but they are not to be worshiped above Kira.

Misa - Goddess of Love and Devotion. She was formerly the Goddess of the Arts and had her own cult following before she was incorporated into the Temple of Kira. Although followers hold her in less authority than Kira, she is still a formidable deity and not to be trifled with. It is said that she made a deal with a Shinigami to be able to see the name and lifespan of any human on Earth. Like Kira, she is also said to be able to enact divine retribution on humans who commit evil acts.

And last but not least: Every Pantheon needs its seasons.

Near - God of Winter, Objectivity, and Solitude.

Mello - God of Summer, Wrath, and Youth

Matt - God of Fall, The Harvest, and Hedonism

Echo (oc) - Goddess of Spring, Growth, and Introspection

All four together represent the cycle of death and rebirth.

On Kira and L

As the two conflicting religions clash, both online and offline, there are some who have begun to incorporate elements of both faiths into their belief system. Some followers even believe that L and Kira might be two faces of the same God. The one connecting thread among the collective tales seems to be that L and Kira are locked in an eternal battle. The “Justice of Law” versus the “Justice of Wrath”. They are often depicted chained together, representing how they are connected by fate.

The Shinigami

The Shinigami or “Gods of Death” are a separate entity from the Pantheon. They aren’t worshiped as Gods but they have just as much of an impact of human lives considering they are tasked with ending them. They operate by their own rules and don’t interfere with the Gods’ duties, and the Gods are not to interfere with them either. Since they live in different realms, it’s rare that they interact at all. However, there are a few Shinigami that are mentioned in religious texts including but not limited to: Ryuk, Rem, Gelus, and Sidoh.

#death note #au #death note au #death note oc #pantheon au #lawlight #l lawliet #light yagami #misa amane #mello death note #near death note #matt death note

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i-am-baechu · 11 months

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Summary: Everything was perfect until it wasn’t. Y/N and Jungkook love each other but when familiar and new faces come into their lives, things get complicated. On top of that, a surprise that truly shakes their plans for the future. Will their relationship push forward or will Jungkook lose his fangirl once and for all?

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Interlude

→ Genre: Idol au, established relationships, girl group stan au, social media au, K-pop fan page au, romance, angst, comedy, and smut

→ Main pairing: Idol! Jungkook x Fan girl! Reader

→ Side ships: Yoongi x OC & Jin x OC

→ Warnings: Explicit language, smut, mature themes, alcohol usage, anxiety disorder, stalking, and obsessive behavior

→ Warnings for the chapter: Emergency room, depression, depression medication talk (only mentioned), blood, and throwing up

→ Author’s note: I wanted to do something different for this 💜

⇜ Masterlist ⇝

Everything felt light. It was as if the world around was a bubble and she was sitting on it. Waiting for it to pop and she would fall down forever. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around her to see a sliver of light against what looked like a curtain. She glanced down to see she was on a bed but she couldn’t make out the designs on the blanket. She slowly stood up from the bed and walked towards the curtains. She pushed the soft fabric and she closed her eyes when the light became too bright.

When she opened her eyes, she was met with a field of flowers. She hesitated to walk into them but she felt a small hand on her back, pushing her into the delicate pinks and purple. When she hit the flowers, petals went up around her and when she went to see who pushed, there was no one.

She glanced down at the flowers, pink and purple chrysanthemums. She gently plucked a pink and admired the beauty of the delicate life form. She let the flower go and slowly got up. She had no idea where she was but it felt familiar and she didn’t know if that was comforting in any way.

She walked and she felt bad hearing the crunch of the flowers beneath her. Obviously not bad enough to make her stand still. The walk turned into running. Running where? She had no idea but she was running. She stopped and fell to her knees, the flower field was never-ending. She looked up into the pale sky and stared into the abyss.

When she looked back down, a full-length mirror appeared. She looked at it with a confused look but continued to stare at herself until a voice made her jump, “The reflection exposes more reality than the object that it echoes.”

She looked past the glass and saw a black cloak dancing in the wind. An old friend looks down at her. He snapped his fingers and now she was in a home. She looked down to see herself sitting in a chair. He grabbed the teapot and poured some tea for the two of them.

“It’s been a while, Y/N.”

“It has…”

He pushed the teacup towards her while he took a sip, “Do they know you met me before?”

Silence.

He lets out a deep chuckle and places the cup back into the saucer, “Silence gives me the answer. The answer that you can’t say aloud. It would do you good to say things aloud.”

“I-I can’t…”

“I’ve been with you since the beginning. We are friends, which is why I’m here. Is your heart finally ready to let go or do you want to force it to stop?”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

He glances at the wall and then back at her, “No, one’s natural and the other is the desperation of an individual.”

“I see…is that why I’m here?”

“Correct. Another life or death situation for you Miss Y/N. Just like before. I do wish we could meet on a happier note.”

She sighed and glanced down at her fingers, “What if I want to die?”

“Then you take my hand but I doubt that.”

She looked back up and glanced at him, “Why do you say that?”

“You're just scared. Dying isn’t going to magically change the emotion. What about that boy, Jungkook?”

“I love him.”

“Then death isn’t the answer. We’re having the same conversation in different fonts. Even in the dark, with nothingness at the fingertips, there’s always something there to stop you.”

She sighed and leaned back in the chair, “I guess I am scared…isn’t that normal for anyone in this situation?”

“Trying to protect yourself from the harshness of the world but fear is born because of it. I’ve told you this before and I’ll say it again.”

“I wish I could forget and have a blank canvas.”

“Don’t all humans feel the same? The more you try to forget or avoid, the more damage you cause to yourself.”

She took a sip of her tea and closed her eyes, “Within my heart, a deadly sadness flourishes. I have no idea how to control it nor do I want to understand it.”

“That’s the problem. Running away is easier. No matter how tired you are, you run.”

There was a loud beeping noise and she glanced at the ceiling and then back at him, “I don’t want to go back…but at the same time I do. I have no idea what to do anymore. When I go back, the only thing they changed is me and it is for the better.”

“Sadly my dear, I can’t help you. Sometimes allowing yourself to have a breakdown can open new doors.”

“Is it selfish of me to say I want to die?”

“You’ve been fighting for so long that you're ready to put your sword in the ground. However, no one said you needed to fight. Open your eyes, Y/N.”

She opened her eyes and she was met with the white ceiling. Everything felt sore and the beeping noise was annoying her. She slowly got up and it finally registered where she was. She was in a hospital room. She looked around but her eyes landed on her boyfriend who was sleeping on the pullout couch.

She didn’t want to wake him up. It was clear he was tired. She laid back down and glanced through the window to see the moon and stars shining away. Just then she watched a pink petal fall from the sky. She knew what it meant but she didn’t know how to put it into action. Time will tell. Will she have a breakdown or continue whatever this life is now? She had no idea what the future had and sadly a small part of her wished there was no future.

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Tag List:

@agustdpeach @mdavt @aloverga @drissteele

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts x reader #bts hosoek #Bts #bts jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #bts social media au #his fan girl

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beauty-beast-week · 21 days

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FAQs about participating in Beauty and the Beast Week 2024

Beauty and the Beast Week 2024 is starting soon! Here are answers to some questions I’ve gotten or that you may be wondering about before participating in the event:

Can I join?

Yes! This is an open event with no sign-ups. You don’t need to notify me or get my permission. Everyone is welcome.

Do I have to do something for every one of the prompts?

No! Just one is fine. You can do more if you wish, or multiple works for the same prompt, but none of this is necessary. The list of prompts is here.

Do I have to write about the specific plants in the prompts?

No! They are meant to be metaphorical and spark inspiration. Go with the vibe that the plant suggests to you. Some suggestions are shown on the prompt list, but you can interpret each plant however you wish. And if you do wish to depict one of the literal plants in your work, that’s fine too!

What should I do if my work doesn’t fit with any of the prompts?

That’s what day 7, the free day, is for! Anything goes, that day (provided you still follow the rules, of course!).

Do I have to create my art/fic/whatever on the day itself?

No! That would be super hard to do—I’m not that mean! Create it now, and just hold off on posting it until the day of the prompt you used.

Does my fic/art need to take place in the Disney BatB universe, or are AUs allowed?

As long as you have at least one Disney Beauty and the Beast character, you can stick them in whatever universe you wish. Make Belle a mermaid in a pirate AU, make Gaston an astronaut in a space AU, give Cogsworth and Lumiere a meet-cute at a coffee shop, or just keep everyone in the canon-compliant universe of the film. Anything goes!

Can I include non-BatB characters in my creations?

Sure! As long as you have at least one Disney Beauty and the Beast character, you can include whatever other characters you wish. Characters from other media, OCs, reader inserts, they’re all fine. And remember that there is no bashing of others’ characters or ships! Accounts that do so will get blocked. Review the full list of rules here.

Can I make [fill in the blank]?

Yep. Any type of fanwork you can dream up is welcome, not just fic and art. Crochet a Beast hat and post a pic of it, make a photo montage of yourself doing cosplay, make a music video, we love it all!

Is NSFW allowed?

Yes, with any sort of content and kink you like, but since there may be minors following this account, please tag it appropriately. If posting mature content directly on Tumblr rather than AO3, also use its community labels function and/or hide the content under a “keep reading” link. And minors—do not engage with content that is not meant for you.

Is AI allowed?

Absolutely not. This account will not reblog, include in master lists, or include in the AO3 collection anything that was made with AI involved to any degree. Even if you just use AI to make a banner to go along with your fic that you manually wrote, we will not reblog it. Review the full list of rules here.

How do I post my work so it gets included?

The most important thing to be sure to do is to tag the @beauty-beast-week account in your Tumblr post so we can see it and reblog it from this account. Also, please use the hashtag #batbweek and/or #batbweek 2024. Full posting instructions are here.

Should I post my fic on AO3 or Tumblr?

Whatever you prefer. If you post it on AO3 and also make a Tumblr post to link to it, we will reblog the Tumblr post. If you only post to the AO3 collection, we will have nothing to reblog, but we will still link to your work in the master lists.

I don’t post my art on Tumblr; can I still participate?

Yes, but you’ll need to send us a DM via Tumblr with a link to your work on Instagram, Twitter, DeviantArt, etc. We will then include it in the master lists.

I’m not going to get my work done on time; can I still participate?

Please do! We’re happy to accept late entries! We understand that life happens, so just tag us when you’ve posted it and we’ll reblog it, though it may not make it into the master list post at the end of the event.

How can I connect with the other people participating in this event?

Building personal connections between those in our fandom community is the main reason @firawren created this event, so while there’s no Discord server specifically for this event, there is the “Frozen Hearts Worth Melting” Discord server. It’s a super chill server for Beauty and the Beast and Frozen fanfic writers and artists; DM @loonysama if you want to join this server. Also, feel free to DM @firawren if you’d like to connect one on one; I’m always hungry for more BatB friends!

Did I miss any questions that you still have? If so, please reply to this post, send me an ask, or send me a DM.

#batbweek #batbweek 2024 #beauty and the beast #beauty and the beast 1991 #beauty and the beast 2017 #beauty and the beast: the broadway musical #fanfic #fanart #fandom event #faq

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emberfrostlovesloki · 8 months

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Aaron and Criminal Minds March/Spring Prompt List

Photo credits: Left (@foxy-eva) Center (@agentdilfhotchner) Right (@enid-rhees)

Good evening loves! We made it to February! It’s hard to believe we are one month into 2024! I love the idea of the team during Spring time and I thought I'd make some March/Spring prompts because it makes me happy. This prompt list is inspired by the always amazing, @imagining-in-the-margins who always make the best prompt lists. I'm currently writing for her New Beginnings Challenge (linked) and having a blast). For my prompts, I won’t write for all these prompts, but I will for at least a few. The rules for using these prompts are that there are no rules! You could use any Criminal Minds characters, OCs, reader inserts, etc. You could draw, write, make mood boards, or imagine anything else. I have included 31 prompts for each day of the month. I also get inspiration from plain old words, so I’ve included 10 Spring words that might inspire something. Lastly, I’ve included a few dialog and art prompts too. You can find that all below the cut. If any of these prompts inspire you to create, I’d love to be tagged to see what you have made. This is all just for fun. I wish everyone a great start to the month. Please know I’m proud of you wherever you are right now. Love - Levi 🌸

General Prompts

Character A buys Character B their favorite flowers once they are in season.

Character A plans a fun day out at the park with their kid and they run into Character B unexpectedly.

The team gets called to a case on the beach in Florida.

Character A had experienced something bad this time last year and Character B checks in on them.

Character A buys a new swimsuit to feel confident in their own skin.

Spring Break with the BAU (young AU or present-day or anything else.)

Character A becomes addicted to a seasonal drink at a coffee shop and begs the barista to teach them how to make it.

Character A buys pastel lingerie for Character B.

A night of celebration after the case reveals feelings that have been hidden for over a year.

The newest member of the BAU has their birthday on their first case ever. The team still tries to make it something for them anyway.

A Character manages to catch a cold in the middle of Spring.

On an incredibly hot case, Character A collapses from heat exhaustion.

Characters A and B bump into each other at a music festival.

The team goes to the beach together and Character A and B awkwardly put sunscreen on each other.

Characters A develops an allergy to a favorite food and tries to find alternatives.

The BAU faces a lockdown in Quantico as an active threat is in the building.

Character A confesses their love to someone and gets turned down. Character B makes sure Character A is holding up okay after the rejection.

Character A gets drugged and Character B gets them to the hospital.

Character A has a bad dream and calls Character B; they talk till morning.

Breakfast in bed.

Characters A and B go on a date to a bookstore/record store and things get more frisky than expected.

Characters A and B try role play in bed for the first time.

Characters A and B take a road trip.

There is a malfunction on the jet and it makes an emergency landing. The team is stuck in the airport for a few hours.

Characters A and B get matching tattoos.

Characters A and B get a little too competitive about March Madness / Sports.

Characters A and B talk about possible baby names.

BAU case on a ranch in the West (Yeehaw).

It's Characters A and B's last night before their wedding.

A tragedy strikes the team at the worst time. The must bond to move on.

Easter Egg Hunt with the BAU.

Word Prompts

Refreshed

Swimsuit

Break

Lemonade

Tipsy

Easter

Park

Blossom

Picnic

Beach

Dialog Prompts

“If you can beat me at beach volleyball, I'll do your files for a week.”

“________ people wear sunscreen for a reason. You're all burned up.”

“Do you have any idea how many people lose their virginity during Spring Break?” "No... Why do you ask?"

“Spring is great until you get to the allergies.”

“This time of year isn't all it's cracked up to be. At least, not for me.”

“_______ if you don't buy that sun dress and make ______ swoon I'm gonna believe love is dead.”

Art Prompts

Any CM kid in a cute Easter costume. Bonus if the parent matches.

Any BAU member in a swimsuit.

A BAU prank gone wrong.

Garcia in the most SPRING outfit possible.

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whispering-radiance · 4 months

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| OC posting | Yapping about my Ocs and Glow of Amber AU

I’ve gotten a big ask from @meyexe , so I decided to make it into a post — I will discuss some of their questions

Okey, let’s get through this "I guess I'll just wait until you talk about the Ninja Clan before I ask questions." Clan of the first ninja is pretty much dead, and he is the sole survivor. There were nine of them– first few died while battling the sorcerer, others probably from injuries or illnesses, and the rest burned during the great fire started by Tengu.

"How did Eiko start working with the gods? With the help of "mother"?" There definitely wasn’t any help from her mother – She pretty much discovered this path on her own. And she didn’t start with gods right away – she started working with small, gentle spirits, and slowly made herself visible to those residing in heavens. Maybe the fact that she came from the amber goddess helped her gain some recognition? Becoming someone great definitely was one of the driving forces for Eiko.

"We know Ninja works hard. But we cannot rule out the possibility of spending time with children outside the context of training or the like. What could it be in your opinion?"

Well, there definitely was something more in their lives than just training sessions. They did most of the things as family, even such basic things as going to the market. But besides activities like that, I think they might have played instruments together, each one played something different : I imagine Eiko playing Koto (箏), Nomi on Shamisen (三味線) and First ninja could play the Shakuhachi (尺八) .I guess Fninja wanted to pass everything he knew and ensure his family’s traditions lived on.

"Can Ninja be a good father?" Oh I have to bring out the heavy guns for this one – I’ve written many father figures throughout the years, so I have a thing or two to say. I’m sure he was a good father and his children were his center of attention – And I think it’s because of his previous loss of brothers and sisters. Now he’s the one ensuring protection –when he used to be one getting protected by other members of his clan.

Now, he might have been a good dad, but that doesn't mean he was a good person. I’m not saying he’s evil, or bad, just that he went through a lot and holds more trauma on his back than my middle school Ocs. He would often react out of “fight or flight” instinct, and the whole ninja work would definitely stress him out. So I imagine he often needed time alone from everything, and he might have even raised his voice on Eiko and Nomi occasionally. That being said, I don’t think he would have considered his children a burden or a curse – In my opinion he felt blessed with the opportunity to preserve his clan’s lineage .

"Nomi, most likely, can talk to her father as an equal person, referring to her mentality, but he remains a child. This, however, did not stop Nomi from disobeying him, or even on the contrary, it helped. Could they communicate on some complex and confusing topics?"

I’m not sure what you meant by “confusing topics” but they most likely did talk on many difficult topics. But maybe the more philosophical conversations started in his teen years, rather than childhood.

"Are Eiko and Nomi fighting? (I think this is a common thing for a brother and sister;" Of course – but those never were serious, bloody fights, just casual arguments over small things

"Is it possible to come to Amber at this time? Does Eiko do this? Did Ninja or Nomi come to her after she left?" What I’ve imagined for her is that she created an amber seal to stop the great evil from coming to human world, and to ensure the seal would remain strong, she also trapped herself in it – She held it together for ages but in recent years the seal started losing its strength – Soon it might crack just like the Eye of eternities did.

I don’t think there was a possibility of visiting her, it might have happened in a hard to reach place, perhaps underground or under the mountain.

She's a girlboss holding Yamato no Orochi trapped so that he can't hurt anyone

"Did Amber leave something as a memento of herself? She could give the children a piece of amber with some cool magic."

Both Eiko and Nomi carry a piece of amber with themselves – it glows brighter if she’s near – it’s like a compass for a possible reunion.

I think she’d left something very powerful for Fninja – because lovers of the gods usually get the good stuff

+ I guess that’s all for now — I’m not sure what else I can add to this post…— Perhaps a timeline is needed but even this needs some thought—

+ I think Amber left her kids when they were around 7 or 8 — but she wasn’t there for them during their teen years

+ Yamato no Orochi tried to emerge from the shadow realm to try and free sorcerer, steal his powers and destroy the human world. Amber sacrificed herself to protect everything (she’s alive; but forced to be trapped in her own seal with the monster)

#glow of amber #rc9gn au #art #my art #oc #my oc #au #long post #answer

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