#It could still use some more clean up work but I actually wanna play the game so this will do

[a-b-riddle]

Part Five

Can't stop thinking about the attempt of reconciliation and reader ain't having it. Our girl is going to be wilddddd y'all. Also goodnight. See y'all tomorrow (maybe)

You call Meredith when you get home.

You. Are. Fuming. She's not sure she can ever remember a time you using so many swear words at one time.

How fucking dare them? Immature? You're the immature one? You were the one trying your best to salvage four failing relationship meanwhile none of those assholes could be bothered to try and keep one. They had one person to manage: you.

"I wanna go out this weekend." "Wear something tight and borderline risk indecent exposure."

"You know what I always say," Meredith begins. "The best way to get over someone-"

"is to get under someone else." You finish. You weren't exactly keen on the idea of bringing someone to your bed just yet, but a little attention would do you some good. "I don't want to fuck someone just yet." You admitted. "I'm more on the getting drunk and making out."

"I didn't know we resorted back secondary school heavy petting?" She teased.

"University, Dear." You corrected. "I didn't peak until after I graduated."

"No." She argued. "You didn't put your books down long enough to realize that boys actually wanted to fuck you." You were glad she couldn't see you roll your eyes. "Saturday work for you? I have a late night Friday and won't be up for it."

"That works."

"Sorry." She apologized. "I plan on getting you absolutely smashed so I need to be ready to play the nanny. I know how you love to get drunk and run off."

It was true. You had always found it hilarious when you were drunk to just run. Quite literally run away. It got to a point during university where Meredith would handcuff you to her so you didn't stray.

"I won't run." Your sober mind promised.

"Uh huh." Meredith's tone told you that she knew that was a load of shit. "I'll text Tabs. Let her know the plan."

The next day at the shop was pretty uneventful. No more unexpected visitors. You still had them all blocked. Not caring if now they decided to offer up some bullshit apology.

Months. This had been a steady decline for six months. A text or a simply sorry won't fix this. You weren't sure anything could.

But it didn't matter. You were done and they obviously were too.

You had picked up enough take out to feed a family, but you didn't plan on making your lunch before work or cooking when you got home. The rest of the week you planned on just going through the motions until you could go out Saturday and hopefully get everything out.

You weren't paying attention as you walked down the hallway to your flat. Fishing in your purse for keys. You were at almost at your door when you saw him.

Sitting next to your door was a familiar face. A face you felt you haven't seen in forever.

“What are you doing here, Kyle?" Your voice was flat as you continued to blindly try and find your keys with one hand. Fuck. You really need to clean out your purse...

“My key wouldn’t work.” He explained. "So I’m out here.”

"I'm aware why you're not in my apartment since I changed the locks," you said, trying to keep your irritation at bay. "What I am asking is why did you come here?"

"You won't return any of our messages."

"You're all blocked, so technically I didn't really get any messages." "Besides, you don't get to complain to me about not responding to texts, Kyle Garrick." Your fingers finally wraps around them. God bless. "If you're here for your things, it'll have to wait. I have to sort through everyone's shit and I don't know whose is whose."

"We need to talk." He explains as you put the key into the lock, opening the door.

"Nah," you say scrunching your nose in that way he used to adore. "I'm good. But you can swing by tomorrow and pick up your things if you'd like." You say before trying to shut the door on him. You were stupid in thinking you could be faster than him.

Dammit.

"I know things haven't been good and I've definitely could have been better,'' he admits. "But can you at least try and let us apologize? Let us try and work it out."

"No." You answered, trying to close the door. Not caring if you had to resort to kicking his shins to get him out.

"Why not?" He countered.

“Maybe because I've already tried, Kyle?” You gave up on trying to shut him out. You were strong, but he didn't have any issues in besting you. “Because I actually tried with you. With all of you. You didn’t need to come here giving me excuses about your life being hectic because I’ve made the excuses for you.” You didn't miss how he practically flinched. He had always blamed his busy life. Family. Work. You stopped caring about whatever excuse he gave you and realized it was just that. An excuse. “I’ve been telling myself for months that everything you guys didn’t do for me wasn’t because you didn’t care about me. It was because of the stress of your deployments is the reason none of you tell me when you get back from until it’s time to fuck. I tell myself it’s because of the fucked up situation of me being with all of you that makes it awkward to meet your families. Families you all have that I now know I’m not worthy of meeting.” He wanted to correct you. You were. You were worthy. He was an idiot. “It’s not that I need your excuses to make me feel like what you did was justified. No matter what it was, it was apparently to you because you did it.”

He took a step back, processing everything you had said. He had been selfish. You were the reliable constant in his life. Someone he believed he never disappointed. Someone he couldn't disappoint no matter how many times he fucked up.

You took the opportunity to slam the door. Quickly turning the lock before he had a chance to open it back up.

God...

That felt good.

You had spent that evening collecting their thing in case Kyle did show back up tomorrow. You wouldn't make their lives easier by sorting all their shit and organizing it. Everything. One box. Let them figure it out. You almost had a mind to add a shirt that you knew didn't belong to any of them just to have them argue over it. Or least make them think there was someone else...

You were almost tempted if not for the premise that you wanted them to realize this was their fault. Their fuck up. But now that you were officially all broken up, you were free game.

[myhatisblue]

Plotting that revenge.

[criminallymoral]

Anyways, days ago my internet bitched and while I had no wifi I did some queerplatonic husband Alastor (from Hazbin Hotel) headcanons, I had let it sit in case I wanted to add some more (I had that feeling that I forgot something yk) but it's been like a week and I don't even remember what I had wrote soooo

Qp husband Alastor Headcanons

Qp husband Alastor! That likes to (and according to your style) dress you in the prettiest outfits.

Qp husband Alastor! That you could annoy to an explosion point and he'd still never raise his hand at you.

Qp husband Alastor! That cooks and cleans your shared home.

Qp husband Alastor! That starts listening to and even broadcasting some of your favorite songs, no matter what genre.

Qp husband Alastor! That likes to lay on you and will wag his tail if you massage his deer-ears. (You're the only one allowed to do so)

Qp husband Alastor! That allows pda at the hotel but gets embarassed when he remembers he has audience.

Qp husband Alastor! That allows himself to cry on your shoulder.

Qp husband Alastor! That links arms when you two walk.

Qp husband Alastor! That'll open doors for you in the beginning of your relationship but as it progresses he'll close them on your face just to play with you.

Qp husband Alastor! That goes from offering his coat to ask for the one you're not even using when he's cold (he gets whiny if you say no).

Qp husband Alastor! Who's actually a big jokester and likes a lot of modern stuff.

Qp husband Alastor! Who doodles you both with hearts holding hands on his work sheets.

Qp husband Alastor! Who confides in you (don't break his trust, he'll cry, then kill you).

Qp husband Alastor! That's protective of you in a non toxic/controlling way.

Qp husband Alastor! That invites you to troll Vox with him and giggles like a teenage girl.

Qp husband Alastor! That'll get YOU a pet just to end up cuddling with it 24/7. (He's a cat dad for real sources: voices in my head).

Qp husband Alastor! That's actually cuddly and affectionate.

Qp husband Alastor! That looks up to you and is so proud to call you his partner.

Qp husband Alastor! That'd try to kill god himself if you died in an extermination.

Qp husband Alastor! That hears and remembers everything you tell him.

Qp husband Alastor! That'd slow dance with you in a moment and have a pillow fight in the other.

Qp husband Alastor! That massages your shoulders after a long day.

Qp husband Alastor! That focus so much on your presence he sometimes forgets he's literally in hell and is an overlord.

Qp husband Alastor! That loves taking baths with you (in a childish way, on a side note, he'd love if you washed his hair / he'd also wash yours).

Qp husband Alastor! That'll be by your side as soon as you call him (he worries <3).

Qp husband Alastor! That'll take you to a nice classy restaurant but would let himself be dragged to a party/rave by you after.

Qp husband Alastor! That sings along with you.

Qp husband Alastor! That loves your similarities AND your differences.

Qp husband Alastor! That genuinely laughs at your jokes. (He dad-jokes back)

Qp husband Alastor! That tries to make you laugh when you're down so you feel a bit better.

Qp husband Alastor! That sews your ruined clothes and even gets you both matching outfits.

Qp husband Alastor! That seems polite and cold but is just a caring childish mf on the inside.

Qp husband Alastor! That freezes (even stops smiling) and blushes like crazy if you compliment him (especially his voice).

Qp husband Alastor! That takes you to the studio and even lets you be his co-host.

Qp husband Alastor! That was a hell of a slowburn but was totally worth it.

I wanna dance in the rain with pookie 😔 and share some jambalaya under candle light 💔

[s0ckh3adstudios]

howdy!! for the undertale gold au, i was wondering if we could see more of dalv? (or starlo, dalv and rover!! like the family portrait)

if not thats ok :) i just wanna see more of how these sillies work in the au

TA-DA!! Finally, after days... UTG Dalv! I Am So Sorry.

Disclaimer Corn Yaoi IS canon in this AU and for those who don't like it. I am sorry HEHEKGHLF It's too late for me to go back and I thought it'd be funny to include it. Too embedded in the lore now

You find out Dalv's backstory not through recorded tapes, but through his diary! You know, how he has one in the Ruins? In turn, Chujin still records tapes.

I actually wrote Dalv's diary entries and will be leaving them under the cut so you can all get your dose of exposition, but I'll give a summary of it below the Diary Entries if you want a TLDR!

Also, I apologize if the writing isn't very good- I tried my best to keep Dalv's character and write out what happened, but I'd probably edit a couple details if I wasn't lazy LMAO

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SUMMARY:

Dalv and Starlo own a large farming area together where they grow crops for monsters to buy. They were given an opportunity to expand the farm, and their business by association, to the Snowdin area. Starlo was unable to meet with the people in Snowdin about it, so Dalv had to go. He was a bit nervous to do so, Chujin offered to join him! As long as he got to test out his latest project; Axis, a funny little robot. Rover, Dalv and Starlo's kid, also joined them! They wanted to visit Snowdin and play with Chujin's robot. Dalv and Chujin left Axis to watch and play with Rover while they had their meeting. But this is when danger struck. During the meeting, a human came through Snowdin and attacked Rover, even taking their hat. Despite Axis already chasing after the human and Chujin giving Dalv warnings, Dalv ran after the human as well to find his kid's hat.

Dalv did find the human... who was very injured after seemingly having had a run-in with Axis who was oddly nowhere to be found in that moment. When Dalv encountered in the human... something shifted in him. This human hurt his child, they could have taken them away... Seeing them... He felt angry. Without thinking, for reasons he can't really explain, he attacked the human and finished them off for good. In a panic, mortified at what he suddenly did, he stole the soul. He didn't want to admit it, even if this was what monsters were meant to do to humans. The soul was declared missing and Chujin was blamed; there was concern over how much damage Axis caused and the fact that he seemingly killed the human so brutally that he also destroyed the soul which they NEEDED.

Dalv decided he was going to try and use the soul for good and try to infuse its power into his crops! He thought if monsters ate them, they'd gain enough power to last against humans AND possibly bypass the barrier. He couldn't do this alone... So he ended up coming clean to Chujin about what happened. Chujin was VERY mad but figured if he helped, he could maybe get his job back. The two worked on the project and when sprouting their first soul infused crop, a cob of corn, Dalv offered to test it.

....It made him very sick.

When Dalv fell down, he had left a message to Starlo in his diary, telling him to read it after he died. He told Starlo to return the soul and shut down the project entirely. The farms are already in danger just for supposedly having some sort of illness in the crops that Dalv seemingly ate (a lie). But Starlo...... didn't listen. He felt bad that it didn't work out for Dalv and felt bad that he felt horrible about it. He wanted to do it for him. Carry on his legacy. Cling to what left he had of Dalv and what he was working on.

....But it was never meant to be.

[admiringlove]

[18:11] . . .

"you don't gotta do this, ya know?" atsumu snarls as you clean his wound. you scoff, rolling your eyes at him as you continue rubbing alcohol over his bloody forehead, cleaning up the half-dried rouge stains.

"osamu wouldn't just hit you for no reason, what did you do?" you ask. the boy in front of you only pouts like a kicked puppy. his eyes already display everything like a movie screen.

osamu told him. you roll your eyes as you kneel down in front of the blond, locking your eyes with his. he looks guilty and regretful, "i started it."

"because he told you, didn't he?" you raise an eyebrow, amused at his reaction. his eyes widen and his already red cheeks flush, "you knew?!"

"hasn't been long since he told me he's quitting volleyball," you mumble, rubbing some grime off of atsumu's face, "you shouldn't have hit him."

"the fuck else was i s'posed to do?" he grumbles remorsefully, "that piece-a-shit told me he's leaving me. how else was i supposed to react?"

"by not punching him across the freaking face," you facepalm, "look, 'tsum. it's not like 'samu is leaving you forever. he just, doesn't wanna do volleyball as much as you do. you gotta respect his decisions too, you know?"

"if i told you that i'm leavin' you for someone else, how would you feel?" he asks, eyebrows furrowed and expression hurt. you chuckled, cupping his face. he looks away from you.

"hey," you pause, "look at me, 'tsum."

and he obliges. you give him a peck on his lips, "that is a different situation. osamu isn't leaving you to partner up with someone else, he just wants to do something different with his life. not everyone loves volleyball as much as you do, sweetheart."

"is it wrong that i'm still kinda mad at him?" he asks, voice meek and small. you shake your head as you look up at him from your position, "absolutely not. you have the right to be mad, 'tsum. just, don't push him away. he's probably the only person who loves you more than me."

this makes atsumu laugh, "c'mere."

he pulls you into him, and you stay there for a bit—hugging his body in this weird position from the floor as he sits on your desk chair. he moves himself to the floor, sitting on his knees as he pulls you into his chest.

"i love ya," he says, "thank you for talkin' sense into me."

"hey," you smile, "at least you admit that you needed some sense."

"okay, i take that back. i don't love ya," he laughs, kissing the top of your head. you laugh too. the air around the two of you feels warm now, and you sort of want to stay in it forever. you look up to meet his gaze, and watch him looking down at you. you furrow your brows, "what's wrong?"

"nothing's wrong," he pauses, "ya talked sense into me but.. uh, how am i supposed ta talk ta 'samu again? i fought like hell with him. he went to sunarin's and i came here. i just- i dunno. could you help me out here?" his eyes look sincere. your expression softens as you sit criss-cross in front of him. you ponder for a minute, "how about you play videogames?"

atsumu raises one eyebrow as if it's the stupidest idea he's ever heard. you snort—you actually snort, before laughing like a maniac. and then when your laughs finally stifle down, "dummy. not whatever you're thinking. go home, start playing something on your console and when you see 'samu, throw him a joystick. don't say anything."

"and ya think this dumb idea will work because..?" your boyfriend only continues quizzically staring down at you as you playfully slap his shoulder, "didn't i just talk sense into your dumb brain? what makes you think i'm not giving you solutions to all of your life problems?"

"if this doesn't work, angel," he still continues to use the nickname, "i'm never takin' yer advice again."

"if it works," you place a soft kiss on his jaw, "you better thank me for the rest of your ungrateful life."

"trust me. i will fuckin' worship ya," he says as he gets up from his spot, "i'll go now, and i'll do what you said. if this works, you and i are gonna be doing some not so pg-13 things."

"'tsum," you deadpan, "are you seriously promising me sex for fixing your relationship with your brother?"

"yes," he grins toothily as if it's the most normal thing in the world. you shake your head as you laugh, and then you grab a pillow from your bed before throwing it at your boy's head, "go, you freak. and call me if it works."

"i will!" he calls out, running down the stairs of your house, "i love ya!

you giggle as you watch him run towards his house from your window, shaking your head. he's the stupidest boy you know, but he's also the love of your life.

and when your phone starts ringing at two in the morning, you eagerly pick it up off your desk and place it to your ear. your heart is heavy with anticipation, "how'd it go?"

atsumu squeals. he fucking squeals like a child and then whispers, "it worked. i love ya so fuckin' much. you were right, and i'm sorry for doubtin' ya. i’m so glad it worked, oh my god. and if ya tell anyone about how happy i am right now, i will cut you in yer sleep."

"told you i was gonna be right," you chuckle into the speaker, "and 'tsum?"

he hums. you snicker before mumbling, "i'm not letting our first time happen because i patched you and 'samu up."

he's the one to snort this time, "yeah, no. yer right."

"i'm always right," you smirk, "and you, dummy, owe me for the rest of your life."

"that i do," he says softly, "that, i definitely do."

© all works belong to admiringlove on tumblr. plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

[mikalame]

Hello!! Can you please write some headcanons like f reader is in the band too, she is Tom's girlfriend and Bill's best friend since childhood. Thank you sm, love your works🥰

Ofcc pookie 😝

taglist: @oppopotamus @violentnewmarley @adissonsss @saumspam

when tom realised he kinda had a crush on you he would make you,bill and him play a game where he has to save you (so he can touch you)

you probs meet through bill and right away he was SHOOK but still ended up having a sorta care free personally even tho he died inside

When you guys got an apartment he would sneak into the room Georg was sleeping in and tell him all about what you did today or just talking bout you general (poor Georg)

if you were drinking a drink and put it down and went into another room he would probably drink from the same cup 😰

if he ever wanted confirmation about you liking him he would listen in on you and bill little sleepover conversations and giggle when you said something about him

Bill would be so sick of both of you as you 2 would tell him both of your problems about wondering if the other person liked them, he would be ripping his hair out.

when bill and tom were younger and sharing a room and you would see random pieces of toms clothing around the fall bill would watch you with like a 😐 face as you picked them up saying like "im just cleaning up 😅"

after your little sleepovers tom would BOMBARD bill with questions about what you two talked about (wondering if it was about him)

if you and some other band member was watching a movie tom would come down, sit next to you then annoy the living hell out of you until you talked to him.

Tom would take 'group' photos but make sure he is on the end you are next to him close and who ever s next to you kinda far apart so he could cut the others out (Gustav found his little stash off photos and uses it as blackmail)

he would find out what perfume you use then spray it on his pillows to have them smell like you (you do the same 😜)

Tom thinks very highly of him self so he somehow convinces you to kiss him saying "its practise, you don't wanna embarrass yourself do you?"

would pretend to hate doing skin care with you but get butterflies in his stomach when you adjust the face mask on his face being very close.

if you two had one an award he would hug you so tight you would get lifted up he has the biggest smile ever . (this is when the others knew something was up)

when its winter and cold in the house he'd wake up earlier just to hold you and if one of the others saw he'd be like "soaking up the warmth, cant waste it" hiding his face into your neck.

Hope this is enough is is more so leading up to it as i kinda got side tracked oops

but if you want when they are ACTUALLY dating i can do that Sorry

[livsbrutalitys-blog]

Unfinished business

pt. 1 | pt. 2| pt. 4 (i highly recommend reading the previous parts first <3)

pairing(s): Rhea x f!reader, wwe x f!reader, not really but aew x f!reader

a/n: the song that’s below is gonna be the entrance music for y/n if you don’t like it thats totally fine we don’t all have the same taste so i recommend you play whatever music you choose. don’t play it just yet I will make a note letting you know when to play it :) Also this part is probably gonna be the shortest of them all.

use of y/n

tw: eventual smut, cussing, physical violence (y’all this is wrestling what’d you expect), idk if there’s more lmk if you see any

rm: @floweirala if you want to be added or unadded just message me

Today was finally the day you and Liv had been waiting for. You were finally going to see her. You woke you before Liv and now you were just laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling thinking about how the day is gonna go.

You were suddenly pulled out of your thoughts by a blaring noise coming from the opposite side of the room. You turned your head to see what it was and it was Liv’s alarm going off. You got up and walked over to her bed and gently shook her arm to wake her up. When she did finally wake up she grabbed her phone and shut off the alarm.

“Good morning, it’s the big day!” you said trying to sound more excited to encourage her to get out of bed. “Oh my god!” is all she said as she sprung out of her bed suddenly remembering what today was. You laughed at her and she giggled at her own antics.

“I was thinking maybe we go grab some breakfast before we get ready or we can order room service?” you suggested and she turned to look at you considering your options till she finally decided what she wanted. “Room service would probably be better since it’s probably crawling with fans out there and we don’t wanna be spotted” she said and you nodded in agreement, you didn’t even think about that.

WWE was so much different than AEW in so many was but the biggest thing was the size of the fan base. You knew it wasn’t gonna be the same as your last company but it still amazes you how big the actual fan base was compared to the other company. But they shared some of the same fans so they’d definitely know who you are if they saw you out on the streets.

Once you two got done eating and cleaned up you both decided that you should go ahead and start getting ready since your call time to be at the show was 1 pm and it was now 10:30. You were dressed and Liv was putting the finishing touches on her make up while you waited. You didn’t do your makeup just yet since you’ve always preferred doing it last so it looked as fresh as possible for the TV and the love crowd.

You grabbed a hoodie to wear over your outfit and a mask so that way when you were out nobody would spot you and give away the surprise. Liv did the same as you, You felt your phone start to buzz in your pocket. When you grabbed it and looked at what it was you weren’t surprised to see that it was Stephanie calling you. You answered the call.

“Hey Steph” you said now feeling comfortable calling her by her nickname since you had been working with her very closely for the past 6 months leading up to today. “Hi y/n, are you and Liv ready to go?” she asked “Um I am let me check on Liv really quick” you muted your end of the call in case something personal or embarrassing was said but mostly it was just a habit you formed.

“Hey Livy, Steph’s on the phone wondering if your ready. Are you good to go or do you need more time?” you asked stepping into the bathroom halfway to get a look at her. “Yeah I’m good to go if you are” she said with a big smile you could see in her eyes how much today meant to her. You smiled at her because seeing her this happy made you just as excited and happy as her. “Yeah I’m good” you said while unmuting your phone. “Yep we’re both good to go” you said with audible excitement. “That’s awesome, Ok there is a car waiting for you downstairs, remember to wear the covering you don’t wanna spoil the surprise” she said she was also very happy for you two.

You finished the call with Stephanie and you were now headed down to the ground floor of the hotel. Totally covered nobody could tell who you were which was a good thing right now. Now both of you were sitting in the back seat of a big suv on the way to the arena. You were, again, lost in your own thoughts about Rhea and the whole rest of the day ahead of you. You felt something touch your hand. You looked over at Liv and her face said all that you needed to hear. She was sympathizing with you in that moment, you didn’t let go of her hand as it was the only thing keeping you from spiraling in that moment.

“Liv I cant thank you enough for being through all this with me” you said breaking the silence. “Y/n you don’t have to thank me your basically my sister now, I love you boo, I got you, always” she said and you were really truly grateful for her. You don’t know how you would’ve made it through these past couple months with out her support and ungodly amount of enthusiasm. You smiled at her “I love you too Livy and I’ve got you always” she smiled at you.

You finally arrived at the arena and the driver came to open Liv’s door and she hopped out first, turning to face the inside of the car to adjust her disguise and ask you to make sure she was covered you let her know she was good and asked her the same for yourself. You hopped out right behind her and you two sprinted to the door and ran inside quickly to avoid any spying eyes. You were immediately rushed to a room and told that you would be told when it was your time to come out but to stay in that room for the time being and you both did.

You grabbed your makeup bag out of your bigger bag and sat down at the vanity that was set up in the room. You were halfway done when you heard something. Someone. A deep Australian accent vibrated through the hallway outside your dressing room. You couldn’t make out the words but you knew exactly who it was. You stared at the door for whatever reason it’s like you froze in place as soon as you made the connection of the voice and the person. Liv noticed and said your name to get your attention “huh, what is it?” you said still kind of lost in thought but now looking at her blankly.

“Don’t worry about her your gonna get her soon, your gonna make her regret hurting you like she did” She said with a sense of anger. “I’m not worried about her I’m just a little overwhelmed this is a lot y’know” you said now suddenly out of breath and feeling panicked for no reason at all it seemed. “God Liv I can’t get a good breath” you said holding your chest now feeling like tears are gonna come at any given second. “Hey Hey Hey look at me, you are fine, you are safe and you’re gonna be amazing out there everyone’s gonna freak when they see you even her she’s not gonna know what to do with herself and i mean it’s not like she can run anywhere” she said while holding you face and fanning you to calm you down and it worked. You nodded at her words signaling you heard her.

Once you finally calmed down you finished your makeup and sat on the couch with Liv watching the match happening right now on the TV. Rhea’s match was next and you heard the door knob giggle before it finally opened to reveal Stephanie. She snuck in swiftly.

“You girls ready for the best moment of your lives” she said with a beaming smile. You and Liv jumped up shrieking as you both said yes at the same time. “Alright well come on let’s go to gorilla” she motioned you to walk out. You both kept your disguises on and it brought some attention from the other wrestlers to you both. They knew what was going on just not who it was.

“Alright it’s gonna be Liv first then Y/n you’ll go out last and join her” she said hugging you both feeling so proud of you two. “ok ok that sounds good” Liv said trying to do breathing exercises to calm herself down and you were copying her. “And y/n you’ve got the microphone” Stephanie said, you weren’t surprised as you and Liv both practiced the same promo but Liv didn’t really like doing them it wasn’t her thing and you were completely fine with that you always enjoyed talking shit especially on the mic.

Rheas match was happening and you were getting closer to going out. You heard Liv’s cue to go out. She was waiting in front of you just behind the curtain now. Her music blasted and you screamed at her “you got this bitch” and more encouraging words. She whipped her head around to give you a quick air kiss and then she was gone. You glanced at the monitor that was set up backstage and you’ve never seen the crowd get that excited and loud it was almost deafeningly loud.

(play the song now)

Your music hit and it pulled you out of the trance like state you were in while watching Liv and the crowd. You inhaled deeply, pushing all of your anxiety down. Making your way to the ramp you walked with purpose and cockiness. As soon as the bright lights hit your eyes and the screams and chants hit your ears. You smiled slightly, taking a moment to take the moment in, looking around at all the faces looking back at you. You turned your attention to the task at hand, you finally saw her after all this time, all you had to do was look at her to know that she was not the same person you knew.

As you looked at her she turned her head slowly as she was laid out on the mat, exhausted and in pain. Her face shifted from a painful wince to a confused and furious look. You looked at Liv, making eye contact at the exact same time. You two both shared a look and it was like you read each others mind as you both ran to the ring quickly.

Liv jumped up on the apron and got the ref’s attention as you slid in the ring and took Rhea out with brass knuckles you had put on when you were making your way out to the ramp. When your fist made contact with her face you felt a sense of regret and felt a little guilty for taking her out like that. But there was no time to waste because the ref’s attention was slowly being drawn back to the match that was supposed to be happening behind him. You looked a Charlotte and motioned for her to come over and pin her opponent while she was down and she did.

You tapped the ref on the shoulder and shouted at him, “Come on count, hurry, hurry!” you shouted “one, two, three!” the arena shook on the last count as everyone was counting with the official. “And here’s your winner and new Women’s World Champion Charlotte Flair!” Samantha shouted into the mic there was a mix of disappointment and happiness that filled the arena.

“Rhea” you spoke into the mic was all you said as you knelt beside her. “you’ve gotten to confident haven’t you?” you looked at her shaking your head in a disappointed fashion. “we’ll don’t worry because Me and Liv here are gonna out right back where you belong” you said as you got up to walk away but you stopped for a second a glanced back at her before kneeling beside her again to say one last thing this time not on the mic. “And believe me you deserve it. Don’t forget what you did to me” you said with anger and hurt.

Rhea jumped up, startling you as you stepped out of the ring now on the apron beside Liv. “This isn’t over!” was all you heard from her as you walked back up the ramp, giggling with Liv. On your way back you slowed down to sign some posters, take quick pictures and just meet some of the fans for a brief moment.

When you got back to the top of the ramp before you went through the opening that led to the backstage area you turned around and blew a kiss to the woman in the ring who was fuming while staring at you.

a/n: i’m so sorry this took so long for me to post but here it is and i hope you enjoyed this part even though I know it seems a little rushed.

[jishyucks]

Gleam and Glitter — hhj

‣ pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

‣ genre: fluff, implied friends-to-lovers, rich-kid!au

‣ wc: 3.4k

‣ summary: You’ve quickly established that no one at this damn charity gala cares about the event’s purpose. They were just there to party. And you wanted nothing else but to leave; alternatively, in which Hyunjin saves you from your misery to see the city’s Christmas lights.

‣ warnings: lots of being annoyed at the rich (even though reader and hyunjin are rich), 1st world problems, reader’s wearing a dress and heels but no specific pronouns are used (I’m pretty sure), the pair eat some desserts

‣ an: 2nd part for my True Love Gave to Me Series! It's a little slow at first but the parts near the end are cute! Just like the Mark one, I wish I could write more for these two, I srsly think I could've done more but still,,, ENJOY!

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The venue was beautiful. 

The ballroom was transformed into the party’s theme, Winter Wonderland, adorned with white, silver, and royal blue decorations. From the ceiling hung giant snowflakes, lit up with twinkling lights that glowed softly within the dim room. 

The dance floor, placed in the middle of the room, was surrounded by tables draped in pearly white table cloths, giving it all a sleek, clean look. You can tell how much planning had gone into the centrepieces—delicate ice-looking glass sculptures of various animals. Within each of them were more lights, drawing out the details of the sculptures.

At the other corner of the room, the live band had already begun their setlist. They were dressed in blue or white, or both, as it was the theme of the party. You couldn’t quite tell what song they were playing, but it sounded nice and classy. 

And guests were trickling in, entering the room hand in hand with their plus ones. You can tell that they were all in awe from the scene. I mean you don’t blame them—the scene looked like something straight from a movie. Whoever had planned and decorated the venue knew what they were doing. 

The venue was beautiful… Too bad most of the people attending were snobby rich bitches who really don’t deserve anything good (respectfully).

The main purpose of the event was to raise money for charities involving children for god’s sake—sure it was okay to go all out and grab the attention of the wealthy, but it was so painfully obvious that two-thirds of the guests didn’t give a single fuck about the charities. They were just there for the publicity, hoping to look good in front of the press and it pained you. 

It pained you because, although you barely had the capacity to have passions for anything, you did know that you wanted to use your money for good. And heavy on the good for children.

The party was now in full swing, guests mingling in practically every corner of the room. The live band had just been replaced with a DJ, party songs blasting through the speakers. A small part of you does want to join in, but you wouldn’t say that you associated yourself with any of the people here. 

There was one person who you did love being around—your best friend, Hyunjin—but you simply weren’t sure where he had disappeared off to since you had greeted him at the start of the party. 

“Shit.”

You’re not sure how you hear Hyunjin groan as he slumps in the seat next to you. He stretches his back over the chair before falling limp. 

You can’t help but laugh, “What’s up with you?” You shift in your own chair to look at him, your blue evening gown getting twisted underneath your ass.

“My parents introduced me to like—I don’t know—six old business owners?” Hyunjin mutters, “I don’t even remember a single one of them.” 

“Well, you gotta start working on that future CEO,” you joke, slapping his back, “Don’t wanna be the boss who calls his employees by the wrong name, do you?” You know Hyunjin hates when you call him future CEO, because, well, he doesn’t actually want to take over his father’s company once he retires. But being the only child in his family, it’s a responsibility that he couldn’t really get out of.

“No,” he pouts, lips jutting out. 

You let out another laugh, this time rubbing his back to provide some kind of comfort. From a nearby group of people, you hear people laughing, though it didn’t seem genuine. You echo them. 

“Y/N, they’re gonna hear you!” Hyunjin nudges your arm. “No they won’t. They’re all just caught up in their own world,” You roll your eyes. Then you dramatically say, “Oh how I wish to leave this place.”

There’s a few beats of silence between the two of you. Just by watching Hyunjin, you can tell he’s thinking, eyes darting back and forth as if he were reading a page of a newspaper. 

“Would it be crazy if I asked you to run away with me?”

Your heart misses a beat, “What?”

“Run away with me,” Hyunjin repeats. He’s almost expressionless, staring back at you as he waits for a reply. 

You blink at your best friend, utterly confused by the nonsense coming out of his mouth, “Hyunjin, you really need to be more specific with your words.”

Hyunjin brings a corner of his mouth up towards one side of his face, trying to word what he was asking of you. It wasn’t that difficult to explain, yet Hyunjin’s short on words right now because of all the introductions he’s just had. 

“Do you know what an Irish goodbye is?” 

You shake your head, “No? Is that even a thing?” 

“It’s when you just leave without telling anyone,” Hyunjin explains, “So… let’s leave without telling anyone.” There’s a youthful glint in his eye and you just know that Hyunjin’s ready to take off. He’s excited, even, just thinking about leaving and getting away from this place. You like the idea, too. 

“And do what?” Hyunjin shrugs and your face contorts, laughing, “You’re the one who’s suggesting to leave and you don’t have a plan?” 

The smile Hyunjin flashes is one that shows off his bottom teeth, brows raised and eyes widened, “Sorry, I didn’t actually think you’d consider it.” 

“Do you even know me?” you scoff, “Of course I wanna leave. Anything to get away from these people.” You scoot forward in anticipation to go, but you still really want to hear what Hyunjin’s plan is. 

Hyunjin searches the room as if it were going to hand him the answer. Then he hums and looks back at you, “Do you want to go downtown?” 

Without any hesitation you nod, “Yes.” 

Hyunijn watches as you scan the room, eyes trying to weed out your parents and his. You could guess they were speaking with people you’ve grown familiar with, so you try to pick them out, too. When you couldn’t spot any of your parents, your eyes darted in Hyunjin’s direction, eyes wide and round. “It’s clear.”

You don’t warn Hyunjin before you shoot up onto your feet, trying your best to keep discrete from any wandering eyes. The heels under your feet almost fail to support your pace, but you pay no mind, eyes dead set on the doorway furthest away from anyone’s attention. Hyunjin’s close at your tail, turning back every few steps to make sure that there was absolutely no one watching you both leave. 

The adrenaline’s causing your heart to pump above the average, and you can’t help but let out a laugh the moment you reach the door, soon finding yourself in an empty corridor of the venue (save for the doorman at the front and the woman attending coat check).

Hyunjin stumbles out after you, breathing heavily, “You didn’t even tell me you were going to take off like that!” 

Ignoring Hyunjin’s exclamations, you start making your way toward coat check, heels clicking against the marble floor. Hyunjin is unsure how you’re moving so quickly in heels, but he chooses not to question you.

“Y/N~” Hyunjin whines, “Slow down!”

“If we’re not quick we’re going to get caught,” you shoot a reply over your shoulder. You kindly ask for your coats, retrieving them within seconds before you toss Hyunjin his jacket. “Yeah, but we need to wait for Mr. Jang to come pick us up!” 

By the time Hyunjin finishes his sentence, you both find yourselves outside of the venue, cold air instantly nipping at your exposed skin. There were cars whizzing past, all probably on their way to your desired destination. Right at the bottom of the steps was a sleek black car, similar to what your family owned, and a man who you recognized as Mr. Jang, the Hwang’s driver. 

“So you did plan this!” you look over at Hyunjin. 

Hyunjin shakes his head, “No, but Mr. Jang will jump at any chance to actually do something.” The boy leads you down the steps and reaches the vehicle before you do. He greets Mr. Jang with a bow and then tugs on the door’s handle, opening it for you to hop in. You can’t help but giggle at the gesture, giving Hyunjin a look before sliding in. He shuffles in after you, smiling out of excitement.

“Where to, son?”

“Downtown, please.”

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It’s when you both get to downtown that you realize that neither of you knew where to go. 

Sure, the plan was downtown but the city was a big place. Hyunjin should have been more specific, because right now, you were both standing in the middle of a busy street trying to decide which direction to go.

“Close your eyes, spin, and then stop when I tell you,” you suggest to Hyunjin, who’s trying to search his phone for any places you both could visit. 

“How about you do it!” Hyunjin’s brows furrow and he pouts, “It sounds like you’re going to ditch me.” 

“Now why the hell would I ditch you,” you sigh, “Just do it. I would do it, but I’m in heels.” 

You gesture for him to go on with the action, but not before he mutters a ‘the heels didn’t seem like a problem earlier’, earning him a thwack on his shoulder. 

Squeezing his eyes shut, Hyunjin sticks an arm out, using his index finger to point. Then, he begins to spin clockwise. From an outsider’s glance, this man probably looked ridiculous—he was dressed in formal attire and spinning like a top, almost taking out a few passerbyers in the process. 

You were finding this so amusing that you almost forgot that you had to tell him to stop. 

And when you tell Hyunjin to stop, he somehow ends up with his finger just inches away from your nose. You burst out laughing, your hands coming up to clutch your stomach because, for one, Hyunjin took the challenge seriously, and two, he looked absolutely ridiculous just standing there eyes closed and pointing. 

You don’t notice how Hyunjin’s eyes finally flutter open to see what was going on and how his taut expression relaxes the second they land on your bright figure just laughing, even if it is at his expense. His arm drops to his side, making a muted whap against his jacket. This catches your attention.

“I’m sorry,” you say, wiping a tear that has managed to slip out of the corner of your eye. And when Hyunjin doesn’t answer immediately, you take a step closer to him, “Hello?” 

“O-okay, so, that way!” Hyunjin’s brought back from space, head shaking. He side steps and walks around you, leading the way down the street while making sure you were following him. 

Hyunjin has no idea what just happened. It wasn’t like it was the first time he's seen you happy. In fact, you’ve always been happy around him. So, why did he suddenly freeze seeing you happy this time? 

Hyunjin shakes the thought out of his head, dismissing it as the remnants of wine from the party still in his system, and continues walking down the street, just a few paces in front of you.

You and Hyunjin weave through the people walking down the street against you, hands full with shopping bags or stuffed deep into their pockets. The pace Hyunjin had taken began to speed up, as if he had spotted something over the crowd that you couldn’t quite see even with heels. 

Glancing back, Hyunjin gently latches onto your wrist, afraid that you’d get lost in the sea of people, pulling you closer before he continues to step through the occasional gaps between bodies. 

“Where are we going?” you say out of curiosity. Hyunjin’s too occupied to answer you, still keeping his grasp firm around your wrist. He tugs you along for one more block, and by then you can tell that he did have an idea of where you were. Hyunjin knew where to go.

You feel like you’re able to breathe again when Hyunjin leads you into a plaza, and you let out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding in. There was more space for people to walk around, buskers at each corner of the opening, and restaurants decked out in Christmas lights and decorations. Some places were blasting Christmas tunes out of outdoor speakers and, from afar, you can see Santa Claus taking pictures with children. You feel your heart fill with warmth in the atmosphere, excited to wander around and kill time with Hyunjin. 

“Do you want to eat something?” Hyunjin questions. The boy halts in front of a food truck, head falling back to scan the menu. The food truck was a dessert truck—candied fruit, ice cream, cake pops, and more. You can see that they also sold drinks. 

You nod, “What are you getting?” 

“I’m thinking a cake pop… you?” The line shifts forward and you both take a step forward to follow. 

You hum and try to decide on your own treat, “Can you get me candied strawberries, please?” 

It takes a little bit to reach the front of the line and finally receive your food. When the man on the truck hands Hyunjin the food, you go to grab it but Hyunjin refuses to let you take it, pulling the treats back to his own body. “Huh?” you frown, “Do you want me to pay you back or something?” Your mouth was practically watering at the sight of the tanghulu. It was almost unrealistically red, like strawberries you’d find in cartoons. 

“It’s cold,” Hyunjin shakes his head, “You can keep your hands in your pockets… I’ll hold it for you.” Then he holds the stick up to your lips, “Here.” 

Your brows furrow and you groan, “Hyunjin, I’m capable of holding it myself, you know.” You’re quick to grab the stick from Hyunjin and give him a look, “But thanks anyway.” 

Hyunjin grins, "Alright, suit yourself." He takes a bite of his cake pop as you enjoy the sweetness of the candied strawberries. The plaza is filled with a festive atmosphere, and you decide to stroll the rest of the area while munching on the treats. 

By the time you were halfway finished with your food, you had been able to properly take in the scene of the plaza. It was actually much larger than it was at first sight, the area stretching down another block or two of buildings. It extended into a wide pedestrian mall, with shops busy on either side of the broad walkway. 

Everyone there looked happy, like characters in the background of a movie. They minded their own business, stopping to watch the street performers entertain the passerbyers, or taking impromptu stops at the local shops lined up along the mall.

And though it did seem like such a first world problem for you to want to experience this without the stress that your parents constantly impose onto you to run a company, you like to think that your feelings still count. Even just a little.

“Look over there,” Hyunjin speaks up. He’s pointing further down the road and into a smaller plaza. There were people skating on a small, man-made, ice rink. 

A gasp leaves your mouth as you when you take notice of the gigantic Christmas tree sitting off to the side of the rink. It had been strung from top to bottom in lights that occasionally changed colours. Ornaments decorated the tree with large ornaments, accented with ribbons and garland. 

It was beautiful. 

It was beautiful and you wanted to go get a better look at it. 

Leaving Hyunjin’s side, you begin walking ahead of him, long forgetting the tanghulu in your hand. And just like earlier, Hyunjin calls for you to slow down, mainly because you were charging through the crowd with a pointy skewer, but also because he cannot catch up. You paid no mind to his attempts to slow you down. You were already dead set on catching a closer glimpse of that tree.

Hyunjin reaches you when you finally choose to stop. Your head falls back to look at the tree from its topper to its base, mouth falling open in awe, “Tell me why I’ve never seen this before.” Then you turn to look at Hyunjin, who’s looking at the tree himself, “How do you think they decorated it?”

Hyunjin lets out a laugh in the form of air shooting out his nose, “Cause all we know is work and school and business. I guess we never really have the time to enjoy these things, do we?” Then he thinks up a clever answer for your second question, but fails, “And honestly, I don’t know. Maybe one of those man lifts?” 

“You’re right,” you laugh, “We need to Irish Goodbye more often if it means we get to see more things like this.” You glance around the area and find a bench nearby. Wordlessly, you grab onto Hyunjin’s sleeve and tug him along to sit. 

You can feel how cool the metal bench is through your dress, but you lean back anyways, continuing to admire the Christmas tree. It was weird because you were feeling this sort of delight growing in your chest just at the sight of the decorated tree, though if you were asked what you were feeling you wouldn’t be able to put words to it. It was like the cherry on top of the sundae, perfectly fitting the ambience of everything that you and Hyunjin have seen tonight. 

And for Hyunjin, sure the tree and the lights strung up all over the plaza were beautiful, but he was having a hard time keeping his attention on them, and instead kept taking glances your way. It was probably the fact that this happiness was different than the ones he’s seen before. It was like your inner child had jumped out, eyes filled with all the galaxies the universe held. 

The corners of his lips had stretched at the slightest, eyes following in pursuit. 

Hyunjin realizes now that if you were happy, he was happy. And he’d do anything to make it happen. 

But he wouldn’t admit that to you just yet. 

Or anyone. 

It was enough for now that he had admitted it to himself.

Feeling eyes on you, you catch Hyunjin looking at you, expression soft. "What's up with that look?" you tease, your eyes narrowing. You lean over and nudge his arm with your shoulder. 

Hyunjin feels heat rush to the apples of his cheeks and the tips of ears. He hopes that you don’t notice, “It’s nothing… just thinking about how we should actually do this more often.” Hyunjin pries his eyes away from you and forces himself to look at the tree which, frankly, wasn’t as pretty as you. 

“We should…” you nod, “This is way better than the gala.” 

Hyunjin agrees silently. 

The two of you sit there in a comfortable silence, just taking in the environment. It wasn’t everyday that you both got freedom like this and it was nice. And you can tell that Hyunjin felt the same. 

Before you finally go to speak up after a while, your phone rings. Glancing at the caller ID, your heart rate shoots up when you see it's your parents at the other end of the line. You quickly answer it to not cause suspicion, already sensing the concern in their voices.

“Hello?”

"Y/N, sweetheart, where are you?" your mom asks. You could hear your father’s voice saying something in the background, followed by another man’s voice. 

"I’m still at the venue," you lie, "I just needed to get air. Why?"

“We found the owner of—” You roll your eyes. Of course. 

“I’ll be right there, mom,” you say flatly, “Bye.” And you hang up. 

“So?” Hyunjin questions. You notice that he had shifted in his seat to look at you, “What did she say?” He didn’t want to get you in trouble. 

“She was talking about the owner of some company,” you shrug, “But that means we have to go.” 

You stand up and take one last look at the tree before you have to drag yourself back into your own reality. It was good while it lasted. 

Hyunjin frowns at your expression and gently takes your hand in his, “I’ll take you back here soon.”

You smile, eyes lighting up at the thought of coming back here again (and in much more comfortable clothes, too). “Promise?”

Hyunjin’s glad to see the joy instantly return to your previously deflating figure and nods.

“Promise.”

an: Thank you soso much for reading! Pls stay tuned for the upcoming members!

[carlplsrailme]

𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐛 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

summary: as Carl and Ron battle out over Y/n's attention, she realizes she felt something never before for one of them

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: jealousy, petty boys, breaking into readers home, fluff & smut, fingering, pussy eating, breast play, virginity loss, nice dom!carl, pet names (baby, doll), a bit of dacryphilia, sex (no condom).

word count: 2k

request (1) : ahhh i absolutely LOVE your work ohmygod😭 could you maybe write a oneshot where the reader is a newcomer in alexandria and catches carl’s eye but ron also develops a crush on them and the boys kinda just battle for the reader’s attention 😩 and my boy carl wins obviously 💪with maybe some smut too

request (2) : hey i was wondering if you could write something like carl fingering the reader but it’s not enough and she wants more but carl doesn’t wanna hurt her because he’s really big so she tells him ‘please i promise it won’t hurt i can take it’ and he ends up giving in but when she’s whining and tearing up he mocks her for it then just goes harder saying ‘is this what you wanted’ with a lot of degrading and some praise at the end? sorry if it’s too much :)

you suck the inside of your cheek as you started to be dragged by Ron, sticky summer heat on your open legs as he takes you to his table to eat lunch...tho you would much rather stick by yourself, the urge to please these new folks consumed you -you were their guest, after all.

so you bit your tongue and wore a smile, slightly widening your eyes when his voice raises in excitement as he is in deep with a story you know nothing about, mimicking his features as you're too caught up in your thoughts to know whats actually happening

you're new to Alexandria, wandering out by yourself when Carl found you -the knife in your hand was about to be in his throat when you first spotted him, hiding behind boxes as his eyes landed on yours, in shock you froze how did he see you? but Carl was a lot more observant than you thought 

which leads to now, where he uses his observant skills for pure evil

"Hey," he says casually, strolling over as you almost immediately catch how Ron's face drops 

"Hey" you say, quickly smiling at him as Rons bitterly states"Hi"

"So, Y/n, we still on for today?" Fuck. why did he have to mention we have plans today?

"Oh..uh, yeah" you answer, eyes slowly shifting to the side to see a very displeased Ron

"Cool. see you then" he smiled proudly, looking at Ron for what you can only assume to be for a reaction -which he totally gave him- and walked away

"What's happening today?" He asked, trying to sound relaxed but irritation lacing each word

"Oh, it's just...um, me and carl are just gonna hang out" you quickly mumble, messing with your food as the atmosphere became even more uncomfortable

"Oh that sucks, I was hoping to spend the day with you" he leaves open-ended, half expecting and half hoping for you to move your plans with Carl and replace it with his

"maybe tomorrow" you puckered your lips before standing up with a smeared plate in hand, mumbling how you'll see him later as you sped walked away from that table

"why do you love pissing him off?" you questioned as you stepped over fallen tree branches and pointy twigs, Carl's hand gently strolling you away to a place you know nothing about

"I don't" he said almost planned, thank goodness you couldn't see the smirk on his face, you were about to answer right back but the halt of his footsteps caught up to you

"Ta-da!" he announces proudly, spinning to you with a nervous smile, hoping you'd like the creation he built just for you two

your eyes laned on a fallen trunk that was wiped clean from any soggy rain and unexpecting plants, you felt your lips tug into a smile as you notice an open locker tucked full of comics and forgotten sodas piled up on the blanket laid out for comfort

"wow...Carl, you made this?" You say in half disbelief, why would he make this...for you?

"yeah, for us- I mean anyone but like...yeah" he stumbles on his words as he dips his head down, hoping you wouldn't catch the blush on his cheeks for admitting that yes, this was made special for the both of you

"t-the sodas are warm, sorry, but um- the comics are there if you wanna read them...I didn't know what you'd like so sorry if they're boring-" he got cut off by your hand hitting his hat up from behind, blinding him for a couple of seconds as his shoulders tensed from the sudden attack, you laugh and mumble "you're such a dork" and take a seat at the fallen tree, grabbing one of the sodas and cracking it open as Carl quickly sits next to you, whispering "'m not" while he grabs a comic

that night you laid in your bed with a smile stuck on your lips, hanging out with Carl made it seem like the world didn't go to shit. he made you so unbelievably happy and you just couldn't help but prayed he felt the same. but there was any other feeling deep in you that you couldn't quite read, you weren't sure how you felt, all you knew is that you wanted to stay with Carl and stay reading comics and drinking warm sodas together

"no, because...what the fuck" 

the boys look at you, irritation leaving their eyes and their features becoming fearful as they see your presence

you heard a struggle break out from downstairs, you raced down -knife in hand- to see Carl and Ron fighting with some burning eggs on the stove

and now they are sitting in front of you, messing with their fingertips with their heads low, you're sitting in front of them with crossed arms and a scowl on your face

"so, what the fuck happened"

"Carl was acting weird so I followed him, he came in through your front door and-" "BULLSHIT!" Carl shouted, turning to him with pure confusion and rage hyping up his veins

"Let him finish" you announce, exhausted from being abruptly woken up at 6 am

though, you weren't so tired that you missed how Ron smirked at what he thought was you defending him. you only stopped Carl because you wanted to hear this dumbass story he is making up.

"Well, Uhm, He went into your house and then started making you breakfast, I startled him and he freaked out, I was confused why he was sneaking around but then it hit me that he wasn't supposed to be there, so I started fighting him," He said in an innocent tone, bringing his low head up to meet your sharp eyes which he'd assume would soften from his story

you zoned out halfway through, locking eyes with a clock that screamed 8 in the fucking morning.

"Can I say my part now? you know, the truth?" Carl asked, slightly laughing at this bullshit 

"no"

"what?" Carl asked quickly, the hope that he had for you that you'd know him well enough to where he wouldn't do something like this started to slip

"no. but I'll tell mine" you uncrossed your legs as you wore a smile, explaining to the boys that a painting in your room fell off the wall at 6 am, and how you couldn't seem to fall back asleep -especially at a time like that

so when you heard a shout from outside, roughly 7:30, you went to check it out, seeing from your window Carl chasing after Ron as he sneaks into your house, you ran to grab a knife and to sprit downstairs but when you heard Carl defending you and Ron just talking shit about how he's gonna get with you, you decided to listen in, then sprint downstairs with a knife tight in your grip.

Carl wore a smile with slightly pink cheeks as he watched you kick Ron out, calling him a jackass and a lot more vulgar things he'd honestly expect from you when you're pissed off

and when he was gone you sat back down with him, your sour features turning sweet when you saw him

"So, why'd you follow him?" you asked, half joking half curious, as you both break into laughter

"You see a guy walking into a girl's house with his toes, you follow him. simple as that."

.

well, it wasn't as simple as that. as it's 11 pm at your window is being abused by pebbles. you helped the one-eyed boy in as he sat across from you on your bed

"Sorry If I woke you-" "you didn't."

"Uhm so about earlier..." he looked away with blush stuck on his cheeks, stuttering to speak as he takes a deep breath to control himself

"s-so, I have a crush on you- I think- no, I know" 

your eyes widen at the confession, feeling your heart skip and your lips twitch into a smile

"Uhm, it's ok if you don't feel the same- it's just it's been eating me up, so it's uh, sorr-" you cut him off with your lips smashing into his, kissing him deeply as you confess your shared feelings to him

he giggles like a little boy as he laid you down on the bed, hands finding your waist as your lips never separated, he added his tongue which made you moan on accident, his tongue lapped on yours as it twisted and twirled in your mouth, he grabbed your hands and trapped them above your head as you felt this hard jab in your thigh

"s-shit I'm sorry" he confesses, you're confused for a moment before looking down to see his hard-on, you smile and kiss him again, "It's okay" you mumbled on his lips as your hand carried down to his pants, rubbing his dick slowly as he moaned to you

"Carl, c-can we?" you asked, hinting at the word as embarrassment showers over you

"y-yes, if you are ok with it," he said like you didn't just ask, his shaky fingertips unbutton your shorts, pulling them down to see your pretty little clothed cunt, he groaned at the sight, placing his thumb right at the hood of your clit applying more pressure as you squirmed and whined

you hurried to remove your shirt and bra, being left in your panties as he was left in his boxers, he move down to be face to face with the outlined portion of your cunt, kissing and sucking at your thighs before pulling your panties down, a string of wetness connected to the material as you look away in embarrassment and he simply chuckles 

"aw, don't look away baby" he coos, you look down to see him between your thighs, flashing you a pure smile before dipping down to your drooling pussy, licking a sharp line up your slit and watching as you moaned out his name

he went back in, basically making out with your pussy as he moves up to your clit, pressing his tongue on your clit as he applies more pressure, you squirm in his hold as he ruthlessly and repeatedly flicks his tongue against your clit

he reached a hand up to mess with your breasts, squeezing enough to make you moan but never too hard as he rolled his thumb over your nipple and rolled his tongue over your clit

"f-fuck Carl, p-please don't stop!"

with his other hand, he enters your hole with one finger, slowly as you scream his name

he kissed your clit as he moved up to watch your tight little hole struggle to fit one of his fingers

"mm, baby, how are we gonna do this?" he asked, slightly laughing as your hole clenched and unclenched around him. if just his finger getting sucked in deeper was too much, what was his cock gonna do to you?

"w-we can! It'll work, m'promise" you say dizzy headed his finger stretches you out

"It's gonna hurt baby, and that's the last thing I wanna do"

he entered another finger in, you how were screaming as you never felt like this before, Carl chuckled as he saw your eyes glimmer and flash with tears brimming in pleasure

he watched mockingly as he made a V with his fingers, loving the way your little hole tried to close in on em

"I don't know if it'll fit baby, you're tight as ever"

"please! I promise it won't hurt! I-I can take it!" you beg, his fingers are new and amazing but it just isn't enough

he curled his fingers up, and you cried out his name, cum flashing down his fingers as you assume that's his answer

"P-Please just fuck me!" but he didn't respond, no, instead he removes his fingers and rubs them all over your pussy folds, you wore a confused but curious face as Carl looked back up to you,

"what? there's no way it's gonna fit without some sorta lube. " he watched as you smile at him, excited as he moves his boxers down and suddenly you're fearful as ever

he moves his cum soaked fingers over his cock as he jerks it to harden it up even more -like the poor boy wasn't throbbing before-

he moved his tip to your entrance, looking back up to you as he grabbed one of your hands and reassured you if it hurts he'll stop, you nodded and he moved in

you suddenly let out a yelp as his cock moved in, burning and pulling of your walls being stretched was almost unbearable, but you knew that with the pain there will be pleasure

"I- Is the h-head in now?" you whined, he stumbled a confused glance as he confessed that not even the tip was in and you realized you never felt more embarrassed in your life

"don't worry baby It'll be in soon," he said while laughing, you cross your arms and looked away with a pout on your lips too cute not to kiss off, after kisses and complements he was back to the task at hand

your teeth sunk deeper into your lip as you licked the blood that seeped out, fuck, it hurt. it felt like everything was on fire but with Carl in your ear, mumbling "it's okay" and "aww, you're doing so good" it was enough for you to quite literally bite your tongue until it was fully in

Carl was a dream with letting you adjust, he wasn't impatient or pushy, letting you take your time until you were ready.

but when gave him the okay...that Carl was gone.

his cock was relentless, jamming in and out of your tight hole as you whine and pleaded for him to slow down -but deep down you didn't want him to, and he knew it with the way your pussy tightened around him-

his hand landed on your lower abdomen and felt where in dick landed, mumbling "fuck, I'm so deep baby, you feel that?"

"C-Carl please, I-" 

"'I-' what? isn't this what you wanted baby? what happened to "P-Please just fuck me"?" he mocked, you never felt more embarrassed in your life, and it didn't help that the way he mocked you was so fucking hot

he rammed his cock deeper, tip hitting your cervix repeatedly as his grith made you dizzy

"fuck, doesn't it feel good baby? enough whining can get you what you want, huh?" but you couldn't respond, how could you? with your pupils spinning and his hard cock mercilessly forced into your needy pussy

"answer me, doll" 

"y-yes! it please it feels so good!"

his balls smacked against your ass as he continued on at an unruly pace, you fall into a trance of knowing nothing except him and his cock, pretty veins being shown as he removes himself to just the tip and rammed it back into the warm home of your cunt

"do you think Ron's this good, baby?"

"n-no!" he somehow made himself deeper as he asked you again, you moaned louder, "N-NO!" as he kissed you, "that's what I thought"

"C-Carl, I think 'm gonna c-cum" you whispered on his lips, he kissed you once more as he confessed that he was close as well. you moaned as he sped up once more, placing his thumb on your clit as he rubbed the red swollen bud as he taunted you 

"cum baby, wanna see your cream dripping down my cock" his deep voice hissed, he threw his head back as his throat bobbed, brown baby hairs had sweat dripping off them as they stuck onto his face for dear life

"f-fuck! I'm cumming!" you moaned as you came down his cock, he groaned as he held your hand harder and shot his cum deep into your pussy.

he placed himself lovingly on top of you as he kissed your abused lips, he moved your connected hands on your chest as he whispered,

"you did so good baby"

you could only nod as you were completely fucked out, he chucked and kissed you again as he got up to get a warm washcloth

he cleaned you up and cuddled with you, your face digging into his shoulder as he rubbed your back, "I love you" he mumbled, he was nervous but knew that this is how he felt, but he couldn't feel any happier when you whispered back,

"I love you too"

an: ahhh hi guys! thank you so much for 90 followers! sorry this took so long hehe!! I decided to mix 2 request so I hope you guys don't mind! I really liked this one actually, thank you guys so much for reading & sending stuff in!! lysm, mwah <3

[buckybuckyboo]

Spicing things up

Word count: 1,392

Warnings: Unprotected sex. Alcohol (wine)

A/N: Any feedback is welcome. I hope you enjoy :)

Things with Bucky are amazing. You've been together for a long time but you feel things have slowed down for both of you, sex-wise. The both of you have been busy with work and Bucky being on some extra missions lately. Between Bucky being home late and being gone when you wake up and your workload piling up, you needed a break and you needed your Bucky back. Texting Bucky, you ask him if he can come home early from the tower to talk. Reassuring him that there is nothing wrong and that you love him. It takes him about an hour to text back but he says he's gonna do his best to get home early and that he loves you too. It is playing in the background of his mind "Oh god what did I do? What did I forget?" Looking at the date making sure he hasn't missed your birthday or worse, your anniversary. But it wasn't anything to do with that.

He texted you when he was on his way home so you ordered some food for the both of you. He actually met the delivery guy at the door, took the food from him, and made his way inside leaving his bag at the door. "Honey? I'm home and I took the food off the delivery guy" He leaves the food on the table and gets some glasses for drinks. You came out of your room, hugged him tightly, and kissed him sweetly. "Thanks for getting the food baby, ordered your favorite" Smiling at him as he looks into your eyes. "You okay Bucky?" "Yeah I'm fine baby girl, just missed you, missed looking at you" Smiling and kissing him again. Both of you took your seat at the table but Bucky felt you were too far away and pulled his chair closer to yours and placed his hand on your thigh. Both of you start beating and are quiet for a little while. At this stage, Bucky is afraid to ask what you want to talk to him about.

He clears his throat "So um, what did you wanna talk about?" You could hear the concern and almost fear in his voice making you laugh a little. "Aw, baby" Kissing his cheek. "Please don't worry, I wanted to talk with you about doing more stuff together. We have been very busy with work and we nearly see each other anymore. I miss you" He pulled you into his lap instantly and kissed you. "I would love that baby! I miss you too. I really wanna spend more time with you" "Great baby! I'm glad you feel the same way! I was thinking we could do a date night or something like that. Gives us something to look forward to" "Perfect my love, Friday nights?" "Yeah, Friday nights. Dinner and movie or dinner and clubbing?" "Clubbing? Really?" "Yes, I know you don't like it but maybe if I'm there" Kissing his neck "And maybe wearing something skimpy? Hmm?" "Okay, now you have my interest!" He laughs.

"But as for tonight, I thought same dinner, some wine, and a movie?" "Sounds good baby girl. Anything is fine just as long as I have my hands on you" He leans in kissing your neck and collarbone. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him in for a passionate kiss. He whines when you pull away from him. "Do you wanna pick a movie and I'll tidy up?" "I'll clean up, you pick the movie" "You sure?" "Yep! Whatever you want sweetheart" Kissing him again and then getting up off his lap and heading into the living room and looking through the movie choices. You're still picking as Bucky makes his way in and sits on the couch. Pressing play and taking your seat beside him, he instantly wraps his arms around you. He had also brought your wine in and left it on the coffee table. You both relax, cuddling on the couch while the movie plays.

Bucky can't help touching you though. His hands run over your legs and arms "You're so soft baby" He whispers in your ear and leans down to kiss your neck. Your hands instantly go into his hair. "Bucky" You whisper, came out more of a while. You needed him, you missed him so much. "It's okay sweetheart, I'm right here. I've got you" He leans up kissing your lips. He pulls you into his lap sitting sideways as he pulls your bottoms off. His hand sneaks up your leg slowly till he cups your pussy making you whine again. "It's okay baby, I promise I will take good care of you from now on" "Please Bucky, don't tease" He smiles leaning in again kissing you passionately while pulling your panties off. Your pussy is bare in front of him.

He slips his fingers through your folds "Sowet baby girl" You nod and kiss him again. He slips two fingers into your pussy making you moan against his lips. He curls his fingers deep inside. "Yes baby right there!" you whine. "Good girl baby, squeezing my fingers so tight. Are you gonna cum all over my hand sweetheart?" "No, I wanna cum on your cock baby" He moans listening to your words. "I know you're close baby, just give me one first and then you can ride my cock hm?" All you can do is nod, your eyes closed leaning your forehead against his. "Eyes on me baby, let me see those beautiful eyes" Slowly opening your eyes and seeing his beautiful blue eyes looking back at you. "There she is, my beautiful girl"

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt him curl his fingers more. That feeling in your stomach as your climax comes closer.Your hand fisting in his hair. "Keep your eyes on me, baby, want to watch you cum so hard on my fingers. That's it, that's it!" Your legs close around his hand but he just keeps fucking you with his fingers. As your climax takes over, you lay your head back moaning Bucky's name over and over. His lips are instantly all over your neck. He lays you down on the couch and lets you catch your breath. Calling you his good girl and how good you did for him. He waits till you can speak again, smiling down at you. He quickly pulls his sweats and boxers down, rubbing his tip through your wet folds and gently pushing in. As soon as your mouth opens to moan, he shoves his two fingers that were inside you into your mouth and you instantly start to suck on them.

His movements are slow. He watches as you suck on his fingers then kisses you passionately, tasting you off your tongue. Your hips move against his, his cock hugges tight against your walls. His eyes are on yours as he slowly shoves his cock fully inside you making your eyes close and moan his name more. "Bucky please" "What is it, baby? You gone all cock drunk hm?" All you can do is nod up at him. "Cock so good you can't even speak? It's alright baby I got what you need" His hands move down your body and place them on your hips holding you in place. His movements start off slowly. You can feel his fingertips digging into your skin. As his movements start to speed up and become harder making you bounce up on the couch.

"Yes Bucky, just- just like that. F-feels so good fuck!" His head is buried in the crook of your neck as he fucks into you. "Harder baby, please" You feel him bite into your shoulder as his thrusts become harder. The sound of skin slapping fills the living room. "Squeezing me so tight baby fuck!" he moans against your skin. "Rifgt there baby! Yes!" Your moans echo around the house. Bucky moans become louder, his hands gripping onto your hips as he pounds into you. His movements become sloppy as he reaches his climax painting your walls. Feeling his cock twitch inside you as he cums. Both of you panting as you both come down. Bucky kissing along your neck and shoulder. "Can we just stay in tomorrow night and do this again?" Both of you start laughing.

[slaasherslut]

Darlin', who do you belong to?

Summary: Sometimes tourists come through Ambrose and don't understand that they cant touch what belongs to Bo Sinclair

Warnings: smut, just some usual possessive bo

1.5k words

Bo had confined you to the house after one of today's tourist wasn't respecting the ring on your finger. You had used on your "I thought my husband might be hungry so I brought you lunch" rouse on the college aged kids who passed through Ambrose. Followed by a sweet "Thank you, doll, how thoughtful of you." and a quick kiss from Bo. You and Bo weren't actually married but it made him seem more trustworthy to anyone on the outside. Bo could be a little intimidating without him meaning to be, and seeing a pretty little innocent looking thing like you on his arm made him seem more likeable to unknowing victims. After coming back home you had done some of your routine cleaning before sitting down at the kitchen table with a mug of tea between your hands. The warmth of the tea was nothing compared to the fire in your palms when your hand slipped into his, the ring on your finger still on as it clinked against the mug. The ring wasn't nothing special, just a little something Bo dug out of a box of valuables lifted off his many victims. But some days when you slipped that ring on to greet a couple 20 somethings in town, you wished that it was something that never came off. You wished that the ring had more meaning than the façade the two of you put on. You never thought Bo would really be the marriage type anyways, but there were some days your heart ached to be a Sinclair.

The front door flew open and quickly closed. Bo must have returned from the shop earlier than expected. He had been stripping the car the tourists drove in for parts and you hadn't expected him back for a little while longer. You stood from your place in the kitchen and carried your empty mug to the sink.

"Bo! What do you want for dinner? I asked Vincent but he said he wasn't picky tonight so its whatever you're feelin-."

You turned around and was met with a red faced Bo, chest heaving. His eyes were angry and blood dotted over the black t-shirt that he wore under his coveralls, which was tied around his waist.

"Oh now you wanna play 'innocent little housewife', do ya darlin'?"

You were a little taken aback, you would have thought he would have taken all his anger out on the tourists with the killing and such but he was still furious. His hands shook with a mix of anger, possessiveness and pure adrenaline. Bo had closed the gap between you, throwing you on top of the counter, your head hitting the cupboards behind you. His large hand, still unwashed of the blood and oil from earlier, came up and held your jaw in place. Forcing you to lock eyes with him as he forced his way in-between your thighs barely covered by the pyjama shorts you had changed into.

"That young man was practically fuckin' you wit his eyes and you didn't do nothin' about it." His eyebrow raised in an inquisitive yet taunting way. You knew nothing you could say would satisfy him but you stumbled out an apology anyways.

"B-Bo I-I'm really sorry. I-I just didn't want to make any problems for you by causing a scene, that's all."

"I shoulda shown those assholes whos property you are, that woulda hushed em up I bet."

His other hand travelled up your side from your hip up to your breast, giving it a harsh squeeze. You couldn't help the tiny whimper that bubbled up in throat. The same hand then pulled the loose shorts off your waist and discarded them on the floor.

"No panties, huh? I bet you wanted me to come home to my pretty wife and give her a proper dickin' from her husband. That what you wanted?" Bo slid his finger up and down your already wet slit, just narrowly missing your clit which was begging for him. You threw your head back gently into the wood behind you, a cupboard handle digging into your shoulder blade. As quickly as his fingers started working, they were gone. Bo had pulled both of his hands away and you whimpered at the lack of contact. He had pushed his coveralls down just enough to pull out his already hard, leaking cock. He gave it a few languid stokes before pulling you closer to the edge of the counter and guiding himself between your already soaked lips.

"Darlin', tell me who you belong to." He growled as the head of his cock rubbed against your already swelling clit. He roughly moved his hand to grab the back of your hair close to your scalp to easily manipulate you exactly how he needed. His cock just barely lined itself up with your weeping hole, rubbing back and forth, coating the head of his dick in your slick. You could barely stumble out the moan of his name, the teasing was too much. Your body was aching for him.

He aggressively collided his chest with yours, his lips just millimetres from your ear and his cock still rubbing against you, so close yet so far from being inside you.

"Ya can do better than that, whore. Now tell me who you belong to."

The thrust of his cock inside you caught you off guard. The stretch of him was an unrivalled feeling. The sudden intrusion caused you to shout out his name in surprise, legs shot up to hook themselves around his waist.

"FUCK! BO!"

His boyish grin appeared across his sublime features, a chuckle, low and deep in your ear.

"That's what I like to hear from ya, doll. I guess them pretty lips of yours are good for somethin' other than mouthin' off and suckin' mah cock, huh?"

If you were at all coherent you would talk back or smack him. Those nasty, degrading words falling from his lips sounded like music to your ears. His southern drawl made you weak every time, but you would kill a thousand tourists and a thousand more if it meant he would degrade you like that one last time.

His thrusts were relentless. He definitely wasn't in the mood to tease you tonight. Tonight you were his cock sleeve and he was gonna make you go dumb on his dick.

"I can feel ya' tighten 'round me, pretty girl. Only I get to feel this."

The speed of his hips never wavered and from this angle he was hitting all those soft spots inside of you. At this rate you were gonna cum, and you were gonna cum hard. You clenched even harder around him as you felt the impending wave inside of you.

"I know that feelin' Darlin', I know it so well, and only I know it. You're so close aren't you, pretty girl?"

You wanted to cum so bad but you didn't want the pleasure to end. Getting fucked by Bo felt like a special privilege. Bo going absolutely feral on your pussy was a dream come true.

"Bo! Please!"

"You wanna cum for me, darl'?"

You nodded aggressively, tears slowly leaking from the corners of your eyes.

"Then quit your fuckin' cryin' and gush on mah cock."

He gently wiped your tears, which was a harsh contrast to the violence that was occurring between your legs. Bo grabbed your shoulders and fucked himself into you deeper and harder than you thought possible. The action made him able to pull you forward onto his cock and that was what pushed you over the edge. The knot that had been building up in your stomach finally snapped and your legs instinctively tightened around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Fuck! Bo!"

Bo thrusted into you through your orgasm and your insides lit up like a hot fire. Every part of you felt so sensitive. You looked up into his eyes and he looked back into yours. You felt a mix of both love and lust behind his pretty eyes, something you never really saw in him.

"This pussy is all fuckin' mine! You're all mine, pretty girl, all mine."

You grabbed him by the neckline of his shirt and pulled him down into a hot, sloppy kiss. After a few seconds you pulled away to lean into his ear. You tried to pull out the most sultry voice you could muster through his harsh thrusts.

"Cum inside me, Bo."

He let out a deep, loud, almost animalistic growl as he fucked you harder.

"Take it, take it, TAKE IT! FUCK!!"

His hips stuttered as another growl ripped through him and you felt his cum filling up inside you. He lazily thrusted into you a few more times with his entire upper body pressed against yours before pulling out of you. His hands settled on the counter on either side of your body and pushed himself up, head hanging low as he caught his breath. You placed your hands on either side of his face and pulled him in for another kiss. This one was different though. It was slow, and deep and filled with more than just lust. He broke the kiss and grabbed at your left hand.

"Take that ring off, I don't want you wearin' it no more."

He slipped it off your finger and tossed it out the open kitchen window.

"I wanna put mah mamas ring on ya, how's that sound, Darlin'?"

☾ notes: ok so im proud of this but also super worried it could be better! its also my first time writing for bo so i really hope its doesnt sound weird at all. ☾ tag list: @rottent33th

[chrollohearttags]

can we get a little more of musican eren’s background, like right before he blew up or his childhood 😞

hmmm, so I kinda touched on it a little bit in the actual story but Eren had sort of a strange and wild road to fame. So from childhood, he didn’t have it hard, per say; his family was well off so money wasn’t an issue but he was a little lonely. His big brother didn’t move in until he was almost an adult anyways and they were already ten years apart. He had his two best friends, and they would be the only ones to pry him away from his instruments and practice. They’d all go to the mall or skate park when they were kids. All of them together were trouble though and it didn’t change when they got older. Like when Mikasa was eleven, she got her black belt and they tried to start a neighborhood fight club, where they charged $5 for the older boys to challenge her and she’d whoop their asses! Their parents were not happy. But once he reached high school, they moved away for a bit and he was by himself. Zeke was already in college so they didn’t see each other much. At this time though, he was getting serious about music. Writing songs and raps during class, spending all his time in the library on his MacBook where he had FL studio downloaded so he could practice making beats. His head was always in the clouds when it came to music. He could write about anything and any emotion he felt, he poured it into his songs. Up until he dropped out, he maintained super good grades. But he had band and chorus for like two periods of the day. He was of course, the class favorite. Singing to and with all the ladies, playing every instrument set in front of him and always acing every performance. During lunch, him and all the basketball players would make beats and freestyle at the table. Needless to say, it was his whole life. Although she didn’t care for the idea, his mom supported his goals. His dad, however…hated it all. He did not want Eren chasing some unrealistic pipe dream and certainly not using his money to do it. Which he held over his head A LOT. Called him ungrateful, spoiled and stupid. “You know how many kids would kill for a life like yours and you wanna waste it making shitty music? What is wrong with you?” So when Eren was sixteen, they had a huge argument that led to him leaving. He took everything he could fit into his backpack and couch surfed for a while. Even ended up staying with his brother in his off campus apartment and it was there that he told him exactly what his plan was. “I’m sure dad didn’t mean it. Why don’t you just go back?” “Nah, I’m going to Miami. I know I can make it.” Mind you, he’s a kid so his brother isn’t hopeful but god knows Eren doesn’t listen to anyone. He just made him promise that he’d stay safe, give Carla a call from time to time so she wouldn’t worry and gave him like three hundred bucks to survive on. So he ended up taking a bus to Dade County, where he worked for a while; doing odd jobs and still chasing his dream. He’d sneak into the underground clubs where artists like Denzel Curry performed. He realized that’s where he should be.

honestly, Eren wasn’t hoping to be done mega star or super famous, he just wanted his chance to showcase his talent, stack his bread and work with some of the greats. However, it wasn’t until he turned eighteen and was working at Foot Locker, that he’d get his first big break. One night, while cleaning out the stock room, one of his coworkers recorded him singing some random R&B song and it went viral the next day. He was on Facebook, Twitter and everybody was talking about it. Saying that he had such a beautiful voice. But his true moment came when a renowned Grammy winner, singer-songwriter and new talent scout by the name of Vivian James discovered him that things took flight. Not only was Vivian one of Eren’s idols (and celebrity crushes) but she was the long time girlfriend of music exec Levi Ackerman. While in the midst of looking for new artists to sign, she told him flat out: “This boy is your next star, Levi. He’s the total package.” Vivian had a show at the fancy club he was cleaning for part time and asked did he know one of her songs and could he play. “With my eyes closed, honestly.” Because he loved her music and the rest was history. “Show me what you can do, sweetheart.” And that night, he played her backup better than her own pianist. She knew that he was going to go far so Vivian took him under her wing; showed him proper technique and more tips when it came to piano, guitar and vocal training. Ms. James was very hard on him but she had good reason. “If it’s anything I know about Mr. Ackerman, he won’t waste his time on anything mediocre so I gotta make sure you’re every bit of the hype I put behind you before I send you his way.” All the while, he continued working by day, performing her backup by night and studying under her tutelage when possible. During that time, she also helped put him through school for music engineering. Six months later, he got his first audition with AMG. Sang, rapped..the whole nine yards. Immediately, he could hear his girlfriend’s hard work all over him. “Damn, you’re good, woman.” And signed him the same day. He ended up breaking down, crying and thanking her because she was the first person to give him a chance. “Thank you for believing in me.” And from there, it all began!

[boliv-jenta]

No outbreak Joel Miller x inexperienced f!reader

Dave York x inexperienced f!reader

WC:3.9k

Summary: With the summer coming to an end, Joel teaches you one more lesson.

Warnings: Unprotected P in V sex. Protected P in V sex (explicit, to make up for all the unprotected sex. Use condoms!) Rough oral m!receiving. Swearing. Talk of adultery. Dave York.

Summer Schooled

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It turns out Sarah was actually ill. Just a little tummy bug but it kept her home for a couple of days. When she was starting to recover on the second day you'd dropped in to visit her. 

"Hey!" She'd perked up as you entered the living room where she lay in a nest of blankets and pillows. 

"Hi. I wanted to come check on you. My mom made you some soup." You gestured over your shoulder to where you'd handed the container to Joel in a very awkward interaction. Joel hadn't so much as texted you in the last couple of days so when he opened the door neither of you were sure what to say. He'd made polite conversation, thanked you for the soup, then invited you in to talk to Sarah. 

"Thank you. You wanna stay and watch a movie? We're bingeing bad action movies."

Hesitantly, you looked at Joel. He gave you a half shrug and waved his hand as if he was pushing the ball into your court.

"Yeah. I'd love that. I've missed you this week." That was true, you had. 

When you leave you are going to miss Sarah and the York girls. They're all going to grow up into such amazing women. Funny, smart, strong. Each one has their own distinct little character. They never failed to make you laugh or to come out with something to make you think.

The movie was not even half way over when Sarah fell fast asleep. Her curled up form gently rose and fell with each even breath. Even you standing from the end of the sofa she'd given you was enough to wake her. Joel had tossed his head towards his office to get you to follow him.

"Hey." The same greeting as his daughter but a wildly different tone. He seemed shy almost. With the doors now closed behind him he walked towards you. "I wanted to talk to you before you leave. I kind of got caught up in all of this." His hand came up to rub the back of his neck. "It was Dave's idea to play into all your doe eyed flirting. I know you're not as innocent as you've been making out or I swear to God I would never have touched you, legal or not. I got lost on a power trip. On having you on my terms. I haven't had much luck with women over the last decade. They didn't want to come second to Sarah or third to my business. Which I get…" he caught your eyes looking at him patiently. "...anyway. I just wanted to apologise. I hope I haven't put you off men for life just because…" he trailed off.

Tentatively, you lay a hand on the arm the was now across his chest gripping his other arm. "Because…?"

"Because I was lonely and needed to be seen as more than a father or a contractor. I wanted to be wanted. Fuck, I still don't know if you wanted me or the little fantasy we built up."

"It was definitely you Joel. I liked you plenty before that, because you're a great dad, because you're a competent contractor. It's all very hot. You're very hot, and funny, and smart, and if I were a few years older…"

"Just a few…?" He huffed out a laugh.

"Just a few." You smiled. "I would love to date you."

"How do I know you're not just flattering an old man to get some dick?"

"Because I could go get some old man dick from down the street with a whole lot less work."

"Fair. Make sure you get him tested first though. I did. Twice. I wasn't letting him near you until I knew he was clean."

"I figured you both would. I trust you."

"Just don't go trusting everyone like that." His arm wrapped around you to bring you into a hug. Your hands rested on his chest feeling his heartbeat softly. 

After a moment of just being together in each others arms, you placed a kiss to his lips. "I mean it, Joel. I think you're great and any woman would be lucky to have you." 

Before he could answer Sarah called his name.

Dave's knuckles turned white as his hand gripped over yours on the headboard. If the bed wasn't as sturdy it would have been slapping against the wall from the force of Dave's thrusts. His knees were in between yours spreading them as he took you from behind. The hand that wasn't on yours was working you clit in tight circles. 

"Fuck." He snarled into your hair. "I'm going to miss this pussy. You get so fucking wet…so hot…got me pussy drunk. I just want to keep slamming my dick home. Oh, shit. Ohhh." His cock twitched inside you as felt the warmth of his cum spread. 

For a second you were a little disappointed that you hadn't come yet, then you realised he was still very much hard."Dave?!"

"Little blue pill. I haven't got his pussy for much longer. I'm not wasting it." He carried on his furious pace. There was something about him fucking his cum deeper inside you than made your toes curl and had you coming around him. "Oh, Dave!"

"Oh, that's it. God, the way your tight little cunt clamps down further on my cock…ugh." He dragged you flush against him. The hand from the headboard palmed one of your breasts. He rolled your nipple in between his fingers. His lips sucked at your neck. Twice you'd had to yank his hair to stop him leaving marks. He'd playfully nipped at your ear before moving his lips to kiss somewhere else. He pushed you over the edge twice more before finally beginning to lose his erection. 

When the two of you collapsed on the bed it was odd how your instinct was to find your own space. Even with the oxytocin coursing through your veins giving your vision a rosy tint, you didn't feel the need for any more physical contact. Unlike with Joel where you craved his gentle touch.

"Well I think that's all the lessons I have in me today." Dave slowed his breathing as he lay on his back, his cock soft against his thigh.

"Lessons? You don't seem to be teaching me much. You just rail me." You laughed through your panting.

"Just rail you? Some women would kill for me to just rail them."

"You know what I mean." You slapped his bare chest.

"Up. I gotta change these sheets before Carol gets back." He held out his hand to pull you to your feet before setting to work.

"Why do you cheat on her?" The question was out of your mouth before you thought about it. 

Surprisingly, Dave stopped and sat on the bed, the half bundled up sheets in his hands. He wrang them as he spoke. "I don't think of it as cheating. It's like we're in an open marriage, we just haven't agreed on it out loud. Carol's had her fair share of men."

"So why not talk to her?" You took a chance and sat next to him, just close enough to provide some comfort with your presence.

"I might not be in love with her but I love her. I'd miss her if she were gone. She's family. I'd miss the time we spend together with the girls, as a family. I can't risk that." He turned to look you in the eyes as he spoke. Those brown eyes were so full of sincerity you almost reached out to hug him. Almost.

Bringing yourself back from being lost in his eyes you asked. "Isn't fucking me in her bed risky?" 

"No, that's just sex. Talking about our relationship. That's the risk. That's where things can snowball. I won't do that to my girls."

Again you softened just a touch towards him. Enough to place the barest of kisses to his cheek. "You're a good father, Dave. You're not winning any awards for being a good person but you're a good father."

"Thank you." It was sincere. The two of you sat in the moment. A softness sitting between you that had never been there before. It was pleasant until Dave broke it. "Right. Up. I've got to wash your cum out of my wife's sheets." The playful smirk on his face showed you this was him slipping his mask back in place.

Friday night rolled around. This time on Sunday you'd be in your new home, ready to start your new life. It still didn't seem real. The last couple of years the itch to get out and see the world had been under your skin. Now you were close to finally scratching suddenly it was more of a subtle tingle that you could ignore. Being here with Joel, and Dave, seeing a new part of the world with them, that could be it for now. They could satisfy your wanderlust, as well as a few other lusts. College could wait a year. You could try to romanticise it all you wanted, the truth was cold feet were setting in bad. When Joel called you to look after Sarah you were relieved to have something to distract you.

The Miller's front door opened to reveal Joel. He was freshly showered, his damp hair was slicked back. He looked so good that you had to remind yourself that you were here for Sarah not him. Although you might have worn your short, button down tea dress hoping for even a quick moment with him.

"Hi, Mr Miller." You called Joel by his first name plenty of times in front of Sarah but putting up the pretence of respecting your elders helped to keep you from sliding into other habits with Joel. The last thing you wanted to do was slip up and touch him in front of Sarah.

The door closed behind you seconds before your back met it. Joel was crowding you up against it. His lips crushed to yours, his hand in your hair tugged sharply to open your mouth so he could fill it with his tongue. His other hand worked at pulling down your panties before two thick, calloused fingers skimmed your thigh before being pressed deep inside you. Joel's lips never left yours until the rhythmic pumping of his fingers and the brush of the heel of his palm had you calling his name. 

When he pulled away, leaving you a trembling mess with your panties around your knees being held up by the door, he flashed you that sinister grin. "Dave's got Sarah. He wanted to make up for basically being a piece of shit and stealing more time with you."

Excitement flushed your veins, your heart rate picked up, you felt you were in trouble. Part of you braced yourself when Joel stalked towards you. His chest was almost touching yours when he squatted down slowly, never breaking eye contact, to help you out of your panties. He licked one solidarity strip through your folds before standing up to kiss you. The tang of you on his tongue was electric.

"While he was bragging. He also said you said he doesn't teach you anything. Why don't you tell me what you want for a change? You can be in charge." This Joel was new to you. The predatory smirk was gone. His voice was soft. He wasn't Dom Joel. Or Mr Miller. Or the helpful handyman. This was Joel the equal. The fellow adult. Offering to fill a need.

Tears threatened to form in your eyes. "I'm moving back east, to a new place, I'll have a few friends I can meet up with but other than that I'm on my own in the big bad world. I'll be making my own choice then. Right now, I want you to make my choices for me. I want to be your good girl." 

This Joel gave you a small smile before it twisted and Dom Joel returned. "Oh, you are, Honey. Why don't you drop to your knees for me?" He didn't have to ask twice. His hand came up to cup your chin. His thumb brushed across your lips. "Such a pretty mouth. Why don't you put it to good use for me?" Your eyes flitted to the hard outline in his jeans. "Gone on. Help yourself."

Taking a deep breath to keep yourself together, you got to work on his belt and fly. Pushing his jeans out of the way, the back of your fingers grazed his length stretching his marled grey boxer briefs. The sigh that came from his lips was something you would keep with you for years to come. Literally. The world felt so out of your control at the minute, everything was out of your hands no matter how many lists or plans or vision boards you made. Right now though, as your hands slipped into Joel's underwear to pull out his heavy girth while his breath hitched in his chest, you felt pretty damn in control. 

Starting at his balls you licked a strip right the way up his entire length. He tasted a little musky but there was a cleanness there. His skin smelled faintly like his soap. The tip was salty and tangy due to the pre cum there. It was truly intoxicating. His body wanted you. It was getting ready to slip inside yours. You lapped at his slit for more. Joel's hands had been retrained at his sides, once you wrapped your lips around the head, all bets were off. Both of them buried in your hair. "Jesus. Such a good little whore."

The praise had you squirming at the leak between your legs. "You're treating me so well. Maybe I should do something for you. Remember when you nearly choked on Dave's dick?"

Your throat tightened at the memory, Joel felt it. "Ssshh. It's okay, Darlin'. We'll take it easy." One of his hands held the back of your neck while the other softly brushed your hair back. "Just breathe." Gripping the base of his cock he fed it forward. Each vein rippled over your stretched lips. The weight of his hard length on your tongue made you want to suck. Joel groaned and rolled his hips for a moment. "Naughty girl. Trying to distract me. Now you have to take it deeper. Give me your hand." He peeled your hand off his thigh and made a fist with it. "Now, squeeze it, and press your thumb here. Keep breathing through your nose. Nice and slow. There you go. Oh, shit."

The blunt head of his cock pushed at the back of your tongue kicking in your gag reflex. Concentrating on your fist and breathing slowly you were able to fight it off. Until Joel pushed just a little too far. That time you gagged and coughed around his cock. A line of spit connected your lips to the head when Joel pulled out. "Good girl. You did so well." He soothes as you still spluttered. "You're going to have to do better though." He pulled you up by your hair to push his cock past your lips. The roughness of him made you weak for him. In that moment you would have given him anything. It's freeing to feel like you can completely hand yourself over to him. It's the same with Dave. You trust both of them not to hurt you, even in an effort to keep up their illusion of complete control. He was able to thrust a few times, taking you to the edge of your comfort zone before you gagged again. Once you composed yourself, he held his mouth watering length in front of you. "Do you want more, Baby?" 

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you nodded up at him. "Oh, my good girl. You'll get more." 

With an ease born from his strength, Joel swept you up into his arms.  Laying you on the sofa he slowly undid the buttons of your dress and pushed it off you. His fingers slid under the lace of your bar to push it up.Once your breasts were exposed to him he set about licking, kissing, sucking, caressing every inch as if he was committing them to memory. Maybe he was, you brushed the thought away and gave yourself back over to his touch.

"You're so fucking beautiful. You know that? Truly beautiful. Never let anyone tell you any different." His tone told you the other Joel was back.

This Joel stripped naked before laying a blanket on the sofa and sitting down. "Here, Honey." He pulled you over to straddle his lap. "You can have all the cock you want but I want you to take it. I want you to ride me. Here." Reaching over to his jeans, strewn over the sofa arm, he fished something from the pocket.

"A condom?" For a moment your heart sank. Had he been with someone else?

"I want you to show me you know how to use one of these. Then I want you to show me you know how to take what you need. Well?"

You could do this. You'd practised on cucumbers and watched videos. Hold his cock at the bottom. Make sure the condom is the right way. Pinch the tip to keep the air out, put it on like a little hat then roll it down. Joel's cock wasn't anything like a cucumber. The cucumber didn't make you wet as you slid your hand down it. Fuck, who said putting condoms on ruins the mood.

"Was that the first time you've done that?" Joel raised an eyebrow.

"On a penis, yes. I have some practice with cucumbers." Both Joel's eyebrows shot up. "Not like that!" You giggled. "Just practising putting the condom on."

"Well it paid off. Now you can slip me inside." 

"How…?" God, you felt stupid for having to ask.

"Just guide it with your hand. Once the tip is lined up you can sink down onto it."

Taking him in your hand you got him in the general area then tried to sink down a little. It took a little manoeuvring to get him actually lined up thankfully your slick aided you in finding the right spot. He slid up along your body until he was notched at your entrance. Slowly you sank down on him until you were full.

"There we go. I'll never get tired of that. You fit me like a glove." His words stung your heart. He was talking as if you had a future. Like he would get the opportunity to see if he could get tired. "Time to move, Darlin'. Take what you want."

"Er..how. How do I…? I mean up and down or…?"

"Do what feels right for you. Just don't go too hard or high if you want to bounce on it. I don't want you to break nothin'. Try lifting up a little and just moving back and forth for now."

"Okay. Thank you." 

"You're welcome." The shy smiles you exchanged seemed completely out of place while he was buried inside you. 

Following Joel's advice you moved your hips back and forth. Each time his hard length tapped against the front wall of your pussy, just brushing shy of that perfect spot. For a while you just enjoyed the steady rhythm. Joel seems to too. He leaned back sighing, settling into the sofa at his back.

When your nerves get the better of you, you break the near silence. "Is that…? Does it feel good for you?" 

"So good, Sweetheart. You always do. Is it good for you?"

"It doesn't quite feel like when you do it." The tiny voice that leaves you doesn't say 'grown woman off to college'.

Joel smiles "I'll take that as a compliment. Try bouncing up and down a little or circling your hips."

Bouncing sounds like the closest to when they drive into you so you gave it a go. Rising up, you dropped back down on him. "Oh, Joel!" 

"There you go. Right there, huh?" 

You rose up to drop down on him again, and again. "Fuck. Joel!"

The head of his cock was hitting that spot just right. The both of you could feel your orgasm approaching. "That's it, Baby. You look gorgeous like this."

Joel's praise and your release within reach made you speed up only for Joel's length to slip out from you. "Shit. Sorry." 

"It's okay. It happens. Keep going." Slipping him back in was even easier this time. Your body drew him in deep. A few rounds of your hips and you got back into the rhythm. Soon Joel started to groan more. The vibration of it was under your palms as you pushed off his chest. His head rolled back on the sofa, exposing that beautiful neck. The warm low light from the lamp caused the sheen of sweat on his skin to glisten. He really was the most handsome man you'd ever seen. 

"Fuck, Beautiful. You're going to make me come. Would you like that? Me, filling this condom up because you ride me..ugh…so fucking well?" His voice was strained. He was so close and it was all down to you.

"Joel. I'm gonna…" A silent scream left you as your whole body lit up from where you were joined.

With your tight cunt milking him Joel couldn't hold out any longer. "Oh. Shit. Shit. Oh. Take it, Baby. Take it." He moaned through his release. 

Part of you missed him filling you, claiming you. One look at his face showed that you had claimed him this time. He looked at you, those big brown eyes filled with something you didn't want to think about. Years later you would accept it as love.

"Right." He cleared his throat. "You know how to deal with the condom when you get up?"

"I think so." Reaching down you held the condom in place as you lifted off his softening length.

"Good girl." He took over, pulling off the condom before tying it off and placing it in the discarded wrapper. "I'm going to put it in Dave's mailbox."

"You wouldn't." You laughed curling into his side.

"I have to admit. I am a little jealous." The look on his face made him look boyish.

"Don't be. He's not the one I'm thinking of staying for." Your nerve failed you and you turned away from him.

His finger was curled under your chin and bringing you back instantly. "Sweetheart, I…"

"I know. It's a stupid idea. I can't base my future on this. It's a nice fantasy though." You offered him a smile before kissing his palm.

"It is." A hand cupped the back of your head, curling you back into his side, holding you close. "You know, this doesn't have to end right here and now. You'll be back to visit your mom. If you haven't found anyone your age, I still think I have a few more lessons I can teach you."

A weight lifted from your chest. "I could be up for that."

Little did you both know that that would be the last time you would ever set foot in that house.

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don't wanna miss a thing

》 chapter 2

Negan Smith x Female Reader

Non-apocalyptic AU // The Walking Dead AU

Other Characters: Rick Grimes, Lori Grimes, and Carl Grimes

Summary: You attend Carl's birthday party at the Grimes house. Catching up with your friends and having some fun in the pool. Only for it to turn out unexpectedly for you.

Warnings- mature language, alcohol consumption, age gap(reader's in her early 20s), slow burn, angst, ages 18+

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💕divider by @saradika-graphics

It's the day of the party and you couldn't be more excited. You get to spend time with good friends. To relax and have a good time like you used to. You're also very much looking forward to seeing Negan again, that's for sure.

You'd spent a lot of time thinking these last few days about Negan. Wondering whether you should make an advance on him or not. And if you do, how should you go about it? With subtle hints, nothing too strong but enough to where he would understand? Or do you come clean and tell him exactly how you feel?

After carefully reviewing your options, you figured the first option is the best way to go. You don't want open yourself up completely only to get roughly turned down. Not only that, but you'd risk ruining your friendship with Negan and you really didn't want that. So you'll go about it subtly. Even if you get the hint that Negan isn't interested in you, you'd back off and be happy that you tried. If it works out, great. If it doesn't, well that sucks.. but you'd still be alright. You just want to know if there's a chance for you and Negan to be something more. More than neighbors, than friends. Would it devastate you if he isn't interested in you? Sure, there's always the possibility. But you'll never know if you don't try.

Those thoughts bounce around in your mind as you begin heading over to the Grimes residence.

Your aunt Rena accompanies you there. Dressed in her work clothes, as she is going over to say hi and drop off the gift she got for Carl before leaving for work. Your hands are full- you're carrying your bag, your gift for the kid, and a large container of macaroni salad. Rena's famous macaroni salad, that is. Since it's always been a hit at gatherings. You'd helped her prepare it earlier this morning.

Rena rings the doorbell and Lori answers shortly after.

"Hello ladies." She greets you both with a warm smile. "Come on in. Please tell me that is your salad."

Your aunt proudly taps the container, "it is."

"Yum!" Lori sighs excitedly before shutting the door. "You can come on back, everyone is outside."

You follow her out to the backyard. Upon stepping outside, you notice there's quite a bit of people here. Not too many though, it's more like a small gathering. There are neighbors that you recognize and a few people that you haven't met before. It looks like all the kids are playing in the pool. While most of the adults are sitting around conversing, some with a beer in their hands. No sight of Negan yet, though. You set down the food and gift at their respective places then go about greeting everyone.

Rick is standing by the grill whipping up a new batch of burgers. You and your aunt go over to him. Saying 'hi' to those along the way.

"Y/n, Rena!" He acknowledges you both as he looks up from the grill. The apron he's wearing says 'Best Flipping Dad Ever' which you find amusing. "Glad you two could make it."

"Actually, I have to go into work but y/n is staying." Aunt Rena informs him. "I wanted to stop by to say hello and drop off Carl's birthday present."

"Appreciate it. Thank you for that." Rick offers his gratitude.

With that, your aunt waves bye to everyone and Lori sees her out.

"Go on and make yourself at home." Rick tells you, gesturing around the yard with his spatula. Reminding you that his house is your house. "There's food on that table and cold drinks in those coolers. Burgers will be done soon if you want one."

"Cool, I'll be sure to get something. Thanks Rick." You reply before walking away to find a seat. Spotting some chairs over by the pool, you head in that direction.

Carl, who is playing with his friends in the pool, happens to see you passing by and scrambles to get out. Once you find a spot to set your bag, you turn around to find him calling your name and coming towards you.

"Ah, there's the birthday boy!" You chant gleefully. When he hugs you it dampens your clothes however you don't mind it. You tousle his hair, "happy birthday, kid. Told you I was coming."

Fixing the hair from his face, he looks up at you. "I knew you would. Do you wanna come play with us? We're playing tag."

"Hm, well I just got here and I would like to grab something to eat first. How about I play with you guys a little later?" You suggest and he nods politely in response. Giving you an 'okay' before hurrying back to rejoin his friends. He was so incredibly energetic you couldn't help but chuckle, wondering if you were ever like that as a kid.

Taking a seat in the chair, your eyes casually scan over the crowd. Searching for Negan in case he was here and you hadn't seen him yet. Only you didn't find him. He wasn't here yet. You let out a sigh as you relax into the chair, calming your excited nerves.

Roughly twenty minutes go by. Enough time for you to grab a bite to eat, meet and chat with some of the other guests. You're relaxing back in your chair now, sipping on a nice, cold strawberry wine cooler. When finally, he arrives.

Negan strolls into the backyard and greets everyone. Gift in hand, and his leather jacket slung over his shoulder. He goes everywhere with that damn jacket. It could be a hundred degrees outside and he'll still have it with him- won't even be wearing it sometimes either, just carrying it around like it's a fashion accessory. He's so extra, you love it. As for Carl's gift, he didn't bother to wrap or bag it. So as soon as Carl seen him, he immediately noticed the toy gun and ran right over to him. Lucky for you, you're sitting close enough to where you can hear their adorable interaction.

"Woah, is that for me?" Carl asks, pointing to himself.

Negan smiles down at him, "sure is."

He hands the box to Carl, who looks excitedly at the toy inside.

"Sick! Thank you!"

Negan pats him on the back. "You're welcome, kiddo. Now go on, have fun with it."

At that, Carl immediately goes back to his friends to show them what he got. Passing you along the way, he holds it up for you to see. "Look at what Negan got me!"

"Wow, that's very cool." You reply back. Chuckling to yourself because he's too adorable.

After Negan greeted a few other people, he grabs a beer and looks around the yard. His eyes land on you. Your heart leaps when you see him coming your way.

"Mind if I sit here?" He motions to the chair next to you.

You wave your hand with a shy smile. "Not at all. Go ahead." You watch as he gets situated, taking in his usual attire. "Not swimming today?"

"Wasn't planning on it," he cracks open his beer and takes a sip. "You?" This time it's his turn to look over your attire. You're wearing an oversized, graphic tshirt and a pair of denim shorts.

You ponder on it, "I might." Taking a swig of your drink, you adjust so that you're leaning more towards him. "But for now, I think it's about time for us to catch up."

The both of you have a pretty lengthy conversation. Negan tells you what has been going on with him, and you tell him about your time in Chicago. Rick and Lori came over to join the conversation when you were in the middle of telling yours. As they were interested in hearing about it as well. They would cringe at some the stories you'd share. Afterwards telling you that you made the right choice to leave. Admittedly, their support made you feel even better about your decision.

You'd started conversing about other other things when Carl came over.

Negan acknowledges him, "how do you like your gift?"

Carl had taken the toy gun out of the package and has been playing with it. He shows the gun to Negan, "it's awesome, thanks!" He shifts his attention towards you. "Hey y/n, we're going to play chicken. Do you want to join? I want you to be my partner, so I can win." The last few words he whispered quietly which makes you grin.

"Sure I'll be your partner. Go ahead, I'll be there in a sec."

He moves his arms in triumph before excitedly running back to the pool. Lori follows right after him, to scold him for running and to make sure he doesn't slip. Rick took the chance to go grab himself another beer. Which left you and Negan alone again. Giving you the perfect opportunity to flaunt your new bikini at him.

You stand up and remove your shorts, the top is long enough to cover your bottoms. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see that Negan is looking away respectfully. It tugs at your heart realizing how much of a gentleman he can be towards you. But you want him to see. So as you think of something to say to try and grab his attention. Without making it too obvious, of course.

"Aw, what the hell. I guess I can help the kid win." At your words, Negan glances over at you as you slip the shirt off over your head. Revealing the red, two piece bikini underneath. His favorite color. This time he doesn't look away. Instead you take notice of how his eyes gradually glide down your body, taking in your form. It was the most amount of skin he had ever seen from you. You make a show of putting your hair up, stretching your body in a way that shows off your curves. And it works, he still hasn't taken his eyes off of you. Which made it really hard for you to keep your calm composure.

"I don't know," he bites his bottom lip. "I think those kids could probably take you on. They seem pretty tough."

You chuckle at that, flashing him a coy smirk. "I can handle tough."

After downing the rest of your wine cooler you get into the pool. The kids seem to be super excited that you've joined them, and they all want to be your partner for the chicken game. However, since Carl was the birthday boy he got first pick. With him on your shoulders the two of you were unstoppable, winning almost every match. Although your victories didn't come effortlessly. Negan was right, these kids are pretty tough.

Once the kids had enough of that game, they decided to move on to another. But you, on the other hand, were tired and needed a break. You'd noticed that Lori was sitting on the very edge of the pool with her legs in the water. So you went to join her, taking a seat right next to her. As you were chatting with her you would occasionally look at Negan. He was now standing with Rick and a few other guys, talking and laughing about things you couldn't hear. Every now and then would your eyes meet, and you'd exchange grins. Maintaining the eye contact until you would get too shy and look away. Because if you stared long enough you'd start to blush.

As Lori was talking to you about something you were thinking about ways to continue your pursue on Negan. While paying attention to her of course because you're not that rude. At that moment two more guests come in to the backyard. It's a woman, and behind her is a young girl that looks to be around Carl's age. The woman is definitely older, she looks to be around Lori's age. She's got an large sun hat and big sunglasses on her face. You realize that you've never met her before, she doesnt look familiar. Though Negan certainly must have. Because he instantly went to greet her.

Leaning closer to Lori you ask curiously, "hey, who is that?"

She looks at the woman. "Oh that's Vivian and her daughter Kellie. They just moved into the house at the end of the street three months ago. Excuse me, I better go say hi."

Lori stands up and takes her leave. You remain seated, observing the interaction between Negan and the woman. He is standing a bit too close to her, for some reason you don't like that. Why does he have to be standing that close to her?

The woman, well Vivian, guess you should refer to her as her name, pushes the gift she's holding into Kellie's hands. Vivian then dismisses the child before she greets Lori. They exchange a few words before Vivian walks away to sit down. With Negan to accompany her, of course. They appear to be rather close, conversing about something.

The way that Negan looks at her, with awe. It makes you twitch with agitation. Is this.. could this be jealousy you're feeling? No, no way. There's nothing to be jealous about. If Negan was seeing someone, he probably would've mentioned it. Right?

You don't even notice Lori bending down towards you until she speaks.

"Here you go, dear." She hands you another wine cooler. "I figured you would want another."

"Thanks." You reply, twisting the lid off and taking a long sip.

You observe Negan and Vivian long enough to confirm they weren't in a relationship. But the way Negan was interacting with her gave you the impression that he was definitely interested in her. And why wouldn't he be? She's gorgeous, she looks like she could be a model for the cover of a magazine. With her luscious hair, plump red lips, and a perfect figure. Plus she's a lot closer to him in age than you are. Because of that you automatically assume they'd have a lot more in common than the two of you would. Still, watching Negan flirt with another woman crushed you. Right then and there you knew that you didn't have a chance with him. He's already intrested in someone else.

It was becoming harder for you to watch them. Negan was smiling at her the way you wished he would smile at you. Gazing at her the way you wished he'd gaze at you. Tears threatened to form in your eyes. Your body began to tremble as hurt and anger built up in your throat. You couldn't take any more of it.

Acting rashly, you immediately stand up and go to collect your things. Shoving everything into you bag, you're moving as quickly as you can. Ignoring everyone and everything around you. You want to get out of here now. Once you have everything, you make a beeline for the exit. By now tears have formed in your eyes, slightly blurring your vision. But it doesn't matter as long as you get to the-

You bump into something- someone- rather hard and there is a loud noise of cans falling onto the paved floor.

Looking up, you realize it's Rick. He was grabbing a couple of beer cans from the cooler and dropped them when you crashed into him.

"Woah, you alright there?" Rick looks at you in surprise.

You take a quick moment to glance around the yard, there are quite a few people looking at you. Even Negan. No, no. Fuck. You quickly turn your attention back to Rick, gazing at the floor to hide your glossy eyes. "Oh y-yeah. I'm fine. I have to get going, there's something I forgot that I need to do later."

Before you can walk past him, he steps in front of you. "Hey, you sure you're alright? Is somethin' wrong?" Rick quietly asks you with concern.

You don't even want to answer him, you want to leave. You drop your gaze to the floor and turn your head away from Negan's direction. Not wanting him to see you on the verge of breaking down.

"Yes, I'm sure. Everything's okay. I just really have to get home now. I'm sorry for bumping into you." You try your best to assure him again.

"Okay sure. And don't worry about it, was probably my fault." Rick replies with a sympathetic smile then moves to let you through.

Without thinking about it, you turn your head to peek at Negan. He's staring at you with an emotionless expression on his face.

You abruptly turn away and walk right out of there. Missing the brief look in which Negan and Rick exchange.

[sweetiesicheng]

halazia - 01

word count : 2,538

warnings : yunho and reader take a bath together

author note : ahhhhh, i’ve been wanting to post more of chapters, but school is already kicking my ass. i think i have at least three and half more chapters written (thank you winter break), but i also have other stuff to write as well. hope you enjoy!

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another day came by, and you happen to have work. the boys take turns bringing you to work. at least one of them accompany you when you leave your home, just to make sure you're okay. despite learning the different areas of the realm relatively quickly, they were always worried that you would get lost without them. plus, they wanted to make sure you were safe and not scared.

"do you want me to pick you up later?" jongho asks as you two approach the daycare building you work in. he holds your hand while also holding a tote bag for you.

"i'm only here for a few hours," you mention. "i could walk over and meet you if you want," you suggest.

jongho nods his head in agreement, "that works. then me, you, and hongjoong could go home together if he's done working for once."

"okay," you smile at him and both of you stop in front of the place you work at.

"it's miss y/n!"

"hi, miss y/n!"

"miss y/n! miss y/n! i flew!"

"hello, my sweeties!" you greet the children as they run over to you, obeying the "no flying" rule that is in place at the daycare. most of them learn to fly at a young age, but they are still in need of training once they are old enough to attend school. "i made cookies for after lunch today," you mention.

"cookies!"

"yay!"

the children start playing together outside with your two coworkers already telling a few of them to be careful. jongho helps you bring the bag of cookies in despite you telling him that you didn't need help carrying it. (he just wanted to look helpful and strong, but he also wanted to steal a cookie for himself.)

"i'll see you later," he says to you.

you nod, "see you later, sweetheart." he leans in a bit, and you give him his usual kiss on his forehead.

he leaves the small building. you notice him opting to walk instead of flying, but the main government building as you call it wasn't too far away anyways.

"miss y/n, miss y/n," one of the kids calls out to you as she runs over to you, "is that the super strong one?" she asks about jongho.

you smile at her, "all of them are super strong," you reply, but you knew that she was wondering if jongho was the one that played with them last time.

when jongho visited the day care, he showed off his strength by trying to lift all of the children who were present that day. he actually was able to lift all of them, and he played with them some more before leaving to train that day.

"but miss y/n, is he the one that lifted all of us?" the girl asks.

"mhm, he was," you answer her question.

"the next time he comes, i wanna play with him again! he lifted so many of us last time!" she says.

you smile and nod at her request, "i'll let him know. go play, you need to get hungry for the cookies!" you say and she runs off to play with the other children.

—

once all of the kids left the day care with their parents, you and your coworkers clean and straighten up everything in the building.

"y/n, do you want to go ahead and leave? we don't might staying behind," one of your coworkers, chaeon, asks you.

"no, it's fine! i don't mind helping out," you reply with a smile right as you tossed a few toys into a box that was decorated to look like a pirate's treasure chest.

the three of you talk about your lives while cleaning up for the next day. once you were done, you and your coworker eunha left while chaeon stayed behind to file some paperwork.

"have a good one!"

"bye!"

you head further into town, heading towards the center of the realm. you eventually reach where hongjoong works.

the building reminded you of the depictions that humans made and drew of the heavens. buildings made of marble and with pillars surrounding them; more of the dipcition of where the greek gods live actually.

you walk into the grand building and walk through the lobby, passing by workers and other officials who you have seen a few times before. you make it to the staircase in the center of the lobby and start walking up.

"babe?"

you turn around and see wooyoung standing at the bottom of the staircase. a huge smile appears on his face when he realizes that you're the one on the staircase. he runs up to you and throws his arms around you.

"hi," you smile and hug him back, "what are you doing here?" you ask, knowing that he would usually be helping out at one of the orchards nearby.

"oh, i'm done for today," he mentions and stops hugging you. "come on," he says and holds your hand, "let's see if they're done working."

you two head upstairs together and walk towards the back. you reach a set of double doors, and wooyoung knocks on one of them.

"come in!"

wooyoung opens the door for you and both of you walk in. you notice jongho trying to file papers with hongjoong sitting at his desk as the door closes.

hongjoong looks up and smiles, "hello."

"hi," you wave as both of you go up to him. "almost done?" you ask, peeking at the papers on his desk.

"i'll pretend that i almost am," he replies and reaches up to kiss you.

"how was your day?" jongho asks, appearing by you with a file in his hands.

"good. the kids want you to come by and play with them again," you mention.

"oh, i can definitely do that. they're fun to play with," jongho replies and you kiss his forehead, just you like did in the morning. "hyung, can't we finish this up tomorrow? let's go home," he says to hongjoong.

the king sighs, "that'd be more work for tomorrow, and that would mean you would have to come here again instead of training with seonghwa." hongjoong sits back in his chair looking at the three of you.

"the three of us could leave, and we go have fun together," wooyoung suggests, wrapping his arm around your waist.

"hey, you aren't going to do anything without me, smug bastard," hongjoong says to the younger with a slight frown. "if you guys were so kind enough, then you could help jongho file some things away while i finish this."

wooyoung huffs in response. you look at him and run your hand through his hair. "come on, let's help him," you say to him.

with a clear pout on his face, wooyoung gives in, "fine," he says, turning away to start helping.

"angel, let wooyoung and jongho do the work," hongjoong says to you.

"hey! come on, hyung!"

you shake your head with a smile and a laugh, "it's fine, babe."

as hongjoong finishes more paperwork, you, jongho, and wooyoung file things away to be delivered to other officials around the realm.

as you help out, you hear someone knock on the door. a correspondent comes in to retrieve most of the documents before leaving.

"can we leave now?" wooyoung asks, sitting on one of the couches with you in his lap. the three of you ended up on the couch after helping.

"i'm hungry," jongho mentions, leaning against you and wooyoung. you play with his hair and hear his stomach rumble, causing you to laugh.

suddenly, someone's phone starts to ring. you watch jongho sit up, patting his pants pockets. he stands up and digs his hand into a pocket before taking his phone out.

jongho answers the call and puts the phone on speakerphone, "what?" he asks, laying back down like he was seconds ago. you look at his phone screen and saw san's name.

"what are you doing?" san asks.

"with the love of my life, hongjoong hyung, and wooyoung hyung," he answers, making you smile.

"hey, she's the love of my life too," san says.

"and mine," wooyoung speaks up, "what do you want?"

"i'm bored."

"come over. we're waiting for hyung to get done with work," jongho says to san.

"should i tell everyone else to come?" san asks.

you and the two guys next to you look at hongjoong. he most likely senses you three looking at him, and he looks up at the three of you. he smiles and nods his head before looking back down at the papers in front of him.

"come over, and bring dinner. i'm starving," jongho says before hanging up.

—

after some time, the rest of the guys arrive to hongjoong's grand office, even yeosang, who works pretty far away in comparison to the rest of you. he even said he flew as fast as he could from the border office that he was working at to join all of you.

"and then the kid dive rolls away before missing the arrow," seonghwa explains his day while holding a drink in his hand.

"don't you tell them that the machines are always on?" yeosang questions.

"i do! they just don't listen to me," seonghwa replies.

you were now seated in a plush chair with a plate in your hand. on top of the plate was a small piece of cake.

"sweetie, do you want anything else?" yunho asks you. you shake your head as you eat another bite of your cake.

"hey, san, don't hate me when i say this—"

"i don't wanna go on another mission!" the angel immediately interrupts with a whine, "i just came back, hyung!"

"but we really need these messages sent to the borders," hongjoong says to san. "yeosang isn't going to the western border until next week," he adds.

san crosses his arms and stares at hongjoong.

"i'll go look for another plushie for you."

"fine."

—

a few hours later happen, and hongjoong is finally done working. (well, that's what he says at least.) all of you leave the building and walk home together.

as you make your way home, you sense something behind you. you turn around to see seonghwa behind you, who smiles.

"what?" he asks.

"oh, nothing..." you reply and he takes longer strides to walk next to you. he holds your hand, interlacing them together. "thought i sensed someone else with us," you mention.

"i'll knock them out," wooyoung says to you, overhearing what you had just said.

"no, i would," san interjects.

"listen here mother—"

"guys, chill please."

"oh no."

"again? really?"

you reach your home, where guards open the front gates for you. you make your way towards the house and most of the guys decide to do their own thing for the rest of the night.

—

"you seem tired," yunho comments.

"just being in here is relaxing," you reply.

the two of you are taking a bath together. yunho gently holds you against his chest while you two stay in the large tub, big enough for maybe twenty people.

why do they have a tub that big in the heavens? who knows why?

"we should get out soon," yunho says to you, "the guys are gonna complain that i'm being selfish by keeping you to myself," he says with a chuckle before kissing your neck, "but i wouldn't care."

"i don't either," you say to him with a smile, "but you have to get up early, so we really should get out of here."

he sighs, "yea, you're right. do you want me to grab you clothes?" he asks.

you shake your head, "it's fine."

yunho gets out of the bath and wraps a towel around his waist. you follow him and wrap the second towel around yourself.

"see you in the morning?" yunho asks you as you two exit.

"see you in the morning," you smile and he kisses you.

both of you go to your separate rooms. when you had moved to the heavens, there wasn't a room for you. but of course, a little magic and you instantly had a room. the room had mainly white furniture with a few pieces that were made of concrete as decorative pieces.

just like hongjoong's room, you have patio doors that lead to the balcony. your bed is neatly made (and hardly used since you almost always slept in another room). a few dressers and clothing racks are against two walls with your vanity next to one of the dressers. in one corner, you have a gray bean bag, matching the color of the concrete furniture decor that linger in the room.

you grab clothes from one of the dressers and set them on your vanity table. then, you sit down at the bench at your vanity and grab a small jar of lotion. you open the jar and rub the lotion on before putting your clothes on. then, you go into your private bathroom and get ready for the night by washing your face and brushing your teeth. a little skincare afterwards and then you head out of your room, looking for any of your lovers who are still awake.

you walk down the hallway of the house and stop at the door that leads to mingi's room. you knock on the door before peeking your head in. the room is dark except for the light that emits from mingi's computer screen. you can tell that he has headphones on and is focusing on something, so you decide to not disturb him.

you close the door and walk through the house, passing by a number of different rooms before reaching the other hallway. you knock on another door before opening it, peeking your head in again like you did earlier.

the lights had been dimmed, but you can clearly see yeosang laying on the fluffy rug by his bed with a face mask on his face.

"what is it?" he mumbles, not wanting to move because of the mask.

"almost done?" you ask, walking in with the door closing by itself behind you.

you sit down next to him. "mhm, you can do the honors," he says to you. you carefully take the mask off, and yeosang opens his eyes. "hi."

"hello," you smile. yeosang sits up, taking the mask from you and heads into his bathroom for a second.

you decide to get into his bed and get comfy, ready to go to sleep for the night.

"comfortable?" yeosang asks. you look over and see him standing in the entranceway to his bathroom. he taps his fingers to his face, making sure the product was in his skin.

"you bet," you reply with a smile.

about a minute later, he joins you in bed and snaps his fingers to have the lights turn off.

"do you want to come out with me in the afternoon? i'm going to go shopping," yeosang mentions, "and we could go by the garden," he adds, mentioning one of your favorite places to visit.

you nod, "okay."

"okay," he smiles and kisses you. "sweet dreams."

"goodnight, sweet dreams.”

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[prettysymbiosis]

I’ve been trying to get these thoughts out for days but basically I feel like the unifying theory of s16 (as I see it) is a conscious exploration of the dichotomy between sunny as a classically bold and brash pee pee poo poo comedy and sunny as a thoughtful, nuanced and subtle show about flawed people and also about itself, at times (by that I mean the meta isn’t always about macdennis or the other characters but about sunny itself - win an award, clip show, big mo, etc). the trailer actually captures this dichotomy well through the dialogue clips and animations, as well as the pinned comment which said “get ready for a whole lot of subtlety.” it’s still so baffling to me that sunny can simultaneously read as one of the most loud, obnoxious, unsubtle shows ever on television, OR it can be so subtle and allegorical in the writing of later seasons that most viewers would think people like us are crazy for reading so much into it even though we’re really not. this kind of self-reflective flavor is another product of the rewatch/podcast project which has been almost universally agreed to have had a very positive effect on the writing.

anyway having said that, I want to just share my notes on the first two episodes without trying to edit them too much. I’m bolding the points that I personally haven’t seen anyone else mention yet and putting a 😎 next to ones that evoke a Classic Sunny VibeTM because that’s important to the experiment of this season.

the gang inflates

macden fun/domestic/DUMB again 😎

something something never committing to the couch when it was absurd not to and it ended up costing them so much macdennis blah blah

dennis hanging up on dee was so funny to me oops 😎

and the WHOLE dee (as a character and specifically the female character) thing about being minimized to an absurd degree. I like to think the bog was a turning point for dee and the show is gonna do better by her now hopefully by recognizing her plight in a more serious way, like the way the guys have been doing?

are mac and dennis…… you know…… like for real??? as many have said, it could totally be revealed kind of retroactively to undercut the shock and be like “honestly we’re surprised you didn’t notice sooner” I feel like that is something rcg would do. suggestive clues:

“I don’t wanna talk to you about–” “a TON”

or is dennis like well that’s news to me jealous vibes??

“I figured you were man” ??

“I’m getting a little concerned about our nut”

“you truly have no reason to be sleeping with frank”

they specifically put a lil reaction shot of dennis after mac says “that’s a lotta blowin” a la the lil grin in gets romantic and, well, I just think that’s a choice that was made

“it’s not homophobic” is that so?????

when mac is like “you think we got rid of our furniture too soon/that the business plan won’t work” it’s kinda like no it’s not the committing to what they have, it’s that mac still has big denial problems and dennis can’t work with that… maybe? but so does dennis tbh

in a show-meta sense it’s like, we should be less worried about whether the gay gay-ass love story will alienate people and more worried about how these characters are too ridiculous to even let the love story play out effectively. they need mental health days if we are ever to have nice things

it’s possible mac denying his reaction to the allergy has to do with his body dysmorphia?

also it occurred to me that maybe part of why rob is clean-shaven this season is so they could do those prosthetics more easily?

those handprints though…. I hate everything

oh also just the bed scene. its existence

the zoomed in neck touch of course

“I’m not going to do it!” “..okay” dennis keepin his cool :)

mac’s shirt! COOLER HEADS PREVAIL

just the sheer silliness of inflatable furniture - is there some metaphor here lol?

in a general sense could inflates be taken to mean flanderizes? also maybe it’s just implied but I noticed I hadn’t actually seen anyone mention inflation as a sexual kink and like, that was part of the intention right? if so, 😎

charlie “uhhhhhhhh… yep.” poor charlie :( he doesn’t want to live in a maze (like a rat)

“well then you’re just like being a predator” :( so here for charlie calling out bullshit with frank and mrs. mac and even his own mom so far in these first two eps

charlie just giving up and yelling in frustration which is kinda what bonnie does in ep2 (and ep3 based on trailer)

the gross horny male objectifying thing 😎

rob put his whole pussy into this episode

charlie saying “I don’t get why he doesn’t take me seriously” and dee saying “that’s gotta be maddening” 🙃

cats in the alley my loves 😎

gluing dee a pillow on the wall <3

“consider it an offering” “of war??” this says so much. must everything be a conflict?

charlie’s hair looks so crazy and good in the sleepover scene and also he’s so smart

charlie asks frank to “return everything to the status quo” by the end of the episode, sitcom style. full reset, no progression. except charlie is asking that frank not endlessly take advantage of the fact that mac and den can’t figure their shit out, not totally push dee out just because it’s easy, not make light of the trauma charlie has from what happened to him. all that stuff IS the status quo! so what is he really asking for? this is one of the bits of writing that I think is also about the show as a show, and how they’ve approached these dynamics forever. 

it’s funny that people are saying this season is such a return to form because it is, but it’s also so much more self-aware of what that form is/was and how deeper elements can coexist within it. they’re really walking with a foot in both worlds here and they’re doing it well. love this for them and for us, the people who know what it’s always sunny in philadelphia is REALLY about

“we’ll take you to the hospital, and they’ll have nuts. and you can– you can die there.” hahahah