#Scream: Music from the Motion Picture

[kdecays]

°Polaroid°📷

°Summary°: Chris is your sneaky link and your in the car and getting freaky and decide to take pictures

°Warnings°: oral (female receiving), sex tape kinda if you count taking pictures of it, fingering, p in v😋

Big dick Chris🤑

I'm omw

Read 9:30 pm

Chris is my lil sneaky link and we have been hanging out without having sex for a while now. We will go out and eat and then go shop or whatever. But lately it's been feeling less like hooking up and more like actually dating almost.

Tonight he says he wants to link up so that mean I have to shave everything really quick. I make sure I use all my good scented scrubs and body wash.

I quickly get out the shower and pick out a cute black lace bra and a black thong. Over that I just wear some tight black short, shorts and a long sleeve.

I don't do to much makeup but enough to make sure I don't look stupid.

I've just gotten a Polaroid camera and I feel like it would be sexy if we could take some pictures. Knowing Chris he would wouldnt say no.

Big dick Chris🤑

I'm outside

Read 10:53

I quickly grab my bag and spray my 'Bare Vanilla' body spray all over me.

I walk down my apartment stairs and see his car waiting. As I'm walking up to the car I see Chris smiling at me through the window.

I open the door and put my seatbelt on. "You smell really good. Is it vanilla ?" Chris asks. "Yeah, should I wear it more often?" I giggle. He nods in agreement.

"okay put ur music on." Chris demands. I grab the aux cord and start playing 'A$ap Rocky'.

'Canal St. (Feat. Bones)' starts playing and I start tapping my fingers to the beat of the song.

We arrive to an empty parking lot and just start talking for a little bit.

"so I have a proposal to make..." I ask nervously. " I brought my Polaroid and I was thinking we could take pictures of us." I ask quickly.

"fuck yes. Now I can have a picture of ur tits." Chris says. I giggle. I climb in the back of the car as Chris follows.

I get the Polaroid out of my bag. "Cmon lets take a picture for a before and after." I laugh. Chris giggles and leans in and smiles.

The flash is brighter than normal because we are in the dark. I feel Chris put his hand on my thigh.

I face him and smile. I stare at his pink lips. He picks up my thighs so I'm straddling him. I lean in start making out with him. He's gripping my ass and with each squeeze I grind up on him. Soon enough I feel something growing underneath me.

Chris breaks the kiss to help me take off my shirt as I take off his.

He starts biting and sucking on my neck leaving me more than one mark on my neck. He's feeling my whole body up and down.

I take off my shorts and Chris grabs the waist band of my thong and pulls it to make a slap noise. The sting from the waist band hitting me hard makes me slightly arch my back.

He continues to grip and slap my ass, with each movement I moan into his mouth with pleasure.

I start searching for the Polaroid next to us. I quickly find it and instantly snap a shot of the both of us making out.

Chris breaks the kiss while doing so he manages to take his shorts and boxers off. His hard dick instantly springs up hitting his stomach.

His hands find their way to my heat. He starts to rub my clit in circles over my panties. The circular motions make me moan in disbelief.

"fuck Chris!" I moan loudly. He quickly moves my panties to the side but still continues to rub my clit. He immediately sticks two fingers in my wet pussy.

"oh my god Chris!" I moan arching my back in pleasure. "I want to hear u scream my name." Chris says seductively.

"how bad do u want me in u? Huh." Chris' voice is muffled by moans so I don't hear him. Suddenly Chris lifts his free hand and makes a harsh slap to my ass causing me to jolt.

"I said how bad do you want me." Chris says in a serious tone." "Please Chris- oh my god I need you in me!" I say with moans slipping out between each demand.

With Chris's free hand I can feel him searching for something. He quickly find the Polaroid and takes a whole body side view.

Chris removes his fingers from inside me. "Show me your tits." I quickly take off my bra and my tits fall out with a bounce. I pose by cupping my tits. Chris snaps a shot and quickly gets back to business.

He puts the Polaroid back down and slaps my ass once more. I slowly start lifting myself up so his dick can slide into me. He slowly slides into me with ease. He fits inside me perfectly.

I start to bounce up and down with each bounce hitting me in the right spot each time. "Fuck Chris you're so big!" He puts his hands on my hips guiding me up and down smoothly.

With each bounce I can hear my wetness from my pussy. I soon feel a familiar sensation going through my whole body. "Fuck Chris I'm gonna cum!" I moan. I soon feel Chris twitch inside me. "Cum with me." Chris demands.

I release myself first with Chris quickly after. I continue my bouncing very slowing rocking back and forth.

Chris helps my lift off him and I sit down. "Face me and spread your legs so I can see that wet pussy" Chris says while aiming the Polaroid toward me.

I put my legs together and bend them lifting them slightly so the camera can see all my juices coming out of my hole.

"good girl."

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Authors note: hi idk how to end it but yeah. Anyways this plot was something that my friend went through with one of her links. They took Polaroids of it all and she showed me lol. Anyways yea I was just doing smth late at night and I thought of this. I'll prolly make fluffs or snaps idk.

[spongeyspot]

can I please have some Arthur Morgan headcanons? here’s some ideas for it

His experience at a target

getting a little treat after a hard day of work

being a passenger princess

basically following his new “caretaker” around while he figures out the modern world.

1890s!Arthur being thrown into the modern world HC

A/N: I'm gonna go with the last two bc I find it so funny. ALSO: I should clarify, that this isn't a relationship hc. The reader (You/yours pronouns) is g/n, and Arthur becomes their roommate

(And they were roommates...)

Arthur Morgan was in the blast zone of Francis Sinclair's time machine and accidentally hitched a ride to the year 2023.

- Gets hit by (your) a car when he wandered into the street

- It took him quite a bit to come to terms that this place was not the one he once knew

- Wants to get home so badly, but it seems he's stuck. He can't find Vincent Sinclair anywhere.

- He seeks out your help and at first, when he explains his predicament, you think he's a crazy homeless guy

- He tries to go off on his own to figure things out but comes back immediately because things have changed so much from the place he once knew.

- He also almost got hit by another car

- You decide you want to show Arthur the finer things in life, first starting with getting vaccinated... God knows how many diseases Arthur would be exposed to, let alone the ones he already has.

- Also a toothbrush because his breath is probably rancid

- He sleeps on your couch for a while

- eventually moves into your spare bedroom and starts having to pay some of the rent

- He'd have to work under the table because his birth certificate says he was born in 1864...

- Probably gets a job with Construction or Bartending

- Also, clean slate? No Bounty! Hell yeah!

- tends to follow you everywhere because he likes how you explain modern life to him

- You got him a cell phone.

- He's never trying to be funny when he asks questions

- "What the hell is a "tik-tok"?"

- "Blue-tooth? Never heard of that, only gold ones... I used to sell em'."

- "And you can just.. talk to this? And it'll bring ya food?? Whenever ya want???"

- holds the phone pinched between two fingers on either side like he's holding a pair of dirty underwear and starts to yell at it that he wants some steak

- Absolutely blown away by pizza

- Astonished when he sees no horses, just giant metal boxes with wheels that seem to move on their own.

- When you explain how it worked and what it was, he called it a "magic stagecoach" for a while

- Passenger princess

- fascinated by modern music. It just comes out of your magic stagecoach with the press of a button?

- Huge Bon Jovi fan. his favorite song is "Wanted Dead or Alive".

- asks "What does this button do?" seconds before he presses it

- holds the "oh shit" handle in your car at all times.

-The first time he was in your car he probably actually screamed

- you got him an electric beard trimmer for Christmas and he acted like you handed him a gold ingot

- quite honestly starts to warm up to the domestic life. having to rob and steal to keep himself alive weighed on him way more than he liked to admit.

- adores movie nights. Movies in the 1900s-2023 are incredibly different than the motion pictures he was used to.

- after he gets used to this new world, he WANTS A MOTORCYCLE SO BAD but opts for a pickup truck instead because it's more convenient

- Insists on cooking dinner on the weekends

- didn't understand your gas stove the first time and he almost blew up your apartment

[leonw4nter]

hii could you do some re2r leon hcs abt him dating a figure skater? love your fics smm <33

RE2R!Leon Headcanons on dating a figure skater!

RE2R!Leon x GN!FigureSkater!Reader (Also my first request ever!! Thanks anon &lt;33)

RE2R!Leon who would drive you to and from practice everyday if he was free. He also offered to massage your sore arms and legs at the end of a strenuous practice, making sure you also ate well in order to restore your energy.

RE2R!Leon who is the resident figure skating expert in the Raccoon City precinct, knowledgeable on the jumps, scoring systems, the best brands of figure skating outfits to buy from, etc. He knows all these because you explain the mechanics of your sport to him any chance you get– laying in bed at night, mid-chew of your food, when he’s driving and you suddenly remembered that you haven’t said anything in a long time today.

RE2R!Leon who would make sure to attend all of your performances, near or far. He’s willing to call in sick just to watch your performance, if the station isn’t super busy. If the station really needs him, he’ll try to catch your performance on the box TV in the break room. 

RE2R!Leon who saved up before spending the first six months of his salary to get you new skates since your old ones were barely hanging on for dear life yet you insisted they still worked just fine. The skating apparel store personnel also gave him care instructions, him taking out a notepad and jotting down care instructions. Like the thoughtful boyfriend he is, he also picked up some grease for the blades and leather conditioner.

RE2R!Leon who would be the loudest person in the whole arena, the staffers and the people reminding him many times to keep the hollering down and he apologizes, even if he’s bound to do it again.

RE2R!Leon who always comes running to you with flowers in one hand, arms wide open to engulf you in a warm hug. He’s practically sobbing because he’s so damn proud of you, his camcorder full of shaky footage of you skating and him yelling. He’s got another camera in the pocket of his jacket, this time full of photos of you (some of the pictures blurry).

RE2R!Leon who nearly masters the art of styling your hair; name it and he’ll do it near perfectly (there’s always room for improvement and new ways to style your hair). Same goes for your makeup; he used to confuse concealer and foundation and now he knows which is which. He remembers the amount you use on your face and what brushes or sponges are used for each product. Sometimes, he even offers to get your brushes and sponges cleaned.

RE2R!Leon who flails his arms and tries not to fall on his ass on the cold ice when you took him out for an ice skating date. You suggested that he use the walkers that the establishment offered for newbies but he turned it down, saying he can just hold on to the side or hold on to you. After you taught, explained, and demonstrated all the moves you do for skating, he’s highly impressed and in awe especially now that he’s seeing the mechanisms up close.

RE2R!Leon who brags about his award-winning partner to the other officers in the station, showing the multitude of pictures he has of your awards. He might even show videos of your routines too, the officers complaining of slight motion sickness or not understanding anything because the footage is so shaky.

RE2R!Leon who will absolutely scream “that’s my girl/boyfriend right there!” or “see that person over there? The one in maroon! I’m their boyfriend!” to no one in particular while the people around him could care less.

RE2R!Leon who hypes you up before it’s time for him to go to the stands and for you to go in the holding area for the contestants, giving you kisses and playing upbeat music on the drive to the venue. He’s giving you so much hugs and words of encouragement, you feel your confidence spike.

RE2R!Leon who ran from the stands and tackled you, crying, when you were hailed as one of the winners. You were both in tears, laughing and smiling broadly but you swear that he cried harder than you did.

RE2R!Leon who will still come running to you with arms wide open to engulf you in a bone-crushing hug, flowers in one hand even if you didn’t place on the podium. At the end of the day, you did your best and he’s the proudest boyfriend ever. In his eyes, you’re the best skater there is and will still celebrate you no matter what.

RE2R!Leon who will listen to the song you finally found for your routine, his lovely partner seeking double approval for their music choice. That song would end up stuck in his mind for a week, even if it’s not his usual taste. While sitting in his patrol car or filing reports back, he’d randomly start humming “Hopelessly Devoted to You” or “Take My Breath Away” and giggle to himself because he remembers seeing you glide on the ice so gracefully. 

RE2R!Leon who doesn’t mind being the guy that people ask to hold their cameras so they can take a picture with you. He’s just some dude and you’re there, the topic of a nine year-old’s female sports icon essay for a subject at school.

RE2R!Leon who felt guilty when you had to pull out of a competition that takes place a state away from where Raccoon City is, flight tickets and hotel accommodation fees above what you two normally earn. He didn’t like seeing you dejected, a little farther from reaching the Olympic dream you want to achieve and sulking in your room. He promised to work harder and saved more money so he’d be able to support you financially in your dreams.

RE2R!Leon who will blast a Spice Girls or Madonna song and dance to it, making himself look stupid in front of you just to make you smile for even a little bit. Would do anything to help you get over a bad day. He’d suggest you doing his makeup to test out how a makeup look you’ve been eyeing might look; the powder is making his nose slightly itchy but he tries not to flinch so he won’t smudge the eyeliner you’re doing on him while you’re sitting on his lap, his hands resting on your waist or the small of your back.

RE2R!Leon who is your number one fan! Aside from whatever encouragement he’s showering you when you’re competing, he’s truly doing everything and more just so he can help you reach your dreams. On days that are either boring, best, or the worst, he will be there for you no matter what. He truly believes that you’re perfectly capable of being on your own but he’s thankful that you’re letting him into your life. He’s not the richest man in the world nor does he have a fat bank account but he’s doing everything in order to be able to provide for you, a small smidge of what he is willing to do for you.

NOTE - I finally finished 1/3 requests in my inbox, YEAHHH!!! I started on this one yesterday before I fell asleep, finished the rest of it while at school, and finished making the post just now :)) I've been gone for a while bc school and I'll probably be gone again for quite some time bc work is starting to pour in some more. I got a perfect score on a math drill today so I'm pretty happy about that, my (richer) classmates also organized a prom kinda thing bc we didn't get to have prom so I'm excited about that one :)) Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this headcanon and again, big BIG thank you to anon for sending this request in!!!! I hope I managed to live up to your expectations :))) I <33333 UUUUU!!!!!!!

The hanging star divider is made by @benkeibear , the images are colored by me (sourced from Pinterest).

[harlowcomehome]

So sick of love songs:

A/N: Inspired by the song, so sick by Ne-Yo. A fic request from an anon.

It had been months, 121 days to be exact.

Jack had just finished touring, having been heavily distracted through the motions of your breakup and only really feeling the effects of it now.

The drive back to the apartment felt empty, he had flipped through what felt like hundreds of satellite radio stations.

“I’m so sick of this shit. Do they only fucking play love songs now?” He groaned, switching to Bluetooth for his own music.

He struggled to unlock the door to the apartment.

He knew you had packed up your things and left but coming home to a half-empty apartment still stung.

Part of him had hoped you’d forgotten something worth keeping, he’d do anything to see you again although he’d never admit it out loud.

Everyone in his inner circle saw through the facade, they knew he ached without you, he couldn’t sleep, and barely ate too. They wouldn’t be brave enough to draw attention to it, not yet anyway. A part of them had assumed you’d come back, but as the days went on, that seemed more distant.

Four almost five years down the drain.

Jack had set his numerous suitcases down by the door, a rebellious move on his end knowing that you hated that when you lived together.

He sat back on the couch, the couch you were kind enough to leave behind for him.

He leaned over, pulling the last cold Perrier bottle out of the mini fridge and opening it immediately. You usually made sure the fridge was full when he came home, something he’d have to remember to do himself now.

Jack knew he needed to cry, scream, do something. He had been surrounded by people constantly, and it wasn’t his style to break down in front of everyone so he had been pushing everything deep down for months.

He felt the lump in his throat start to form as he looked around the apartment, you had left small things behind. A picture frame here, a memory there and he felt like it was to spite him.

You had left behind the dog bed and leash of your shared pet, taking him with you made more sense since you actually had time for him.

Plus he was a gift, a gift from your last anniversary together. You had been hoping for a ring but were met with a brindle french bulldog instead.

“Fucking stupid” Jack rolled his eyes as he stood up to grab the dog bed from the floor. He rolled the bed up in his hands, walking to his kitchen to throw it out.

It wasn’t until he stepped into the kitchen that his nose started to tingle, his eyes started to sting and his breathing was uneasy. There were so many memories here, the ghost of you prominent in this moment.

He remembered the meals you cooked together, all the times he had burnt food and you salvaged it or you agreed to order out that day. Part of him wanted to laugh, finding some sort of peace in these memories but the overwhelming need to sob took over him as he sat down on the cold tile.

“Fuck!” He yelled, his voice echoing off the now almost bare walls.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, going to the voicemail feature on it and listening to your voice. You had often left him sweet voicemails to listen to while he was performing, something he missed more than anything.

“Baby! I miss you” a high-pitched giggle coming from you ringing in his ears. “I can’t wait for this tour to be over and for my man to come home. I have anniversary plans for us! You’ll love them. I love you, Jackman.”

He finally lost it at the last line, uncontrollable sobs erupting from him. He couldn’t breathe, hiccuping as he tried to gain his composure. His knees were up to his chest and he slowly rocked back and forth, wiping his eyes and snotty nose with the back of his hand.

Your anniversary was in four days, July 15th.

Some part of him wondered if you had kept the reservations, or plans you had made. He never clarified with you what they were.

He wanted more than anything to show up and see you sat at a table smiling at him but he knew that was nearly impossible now.

After he collected himself, he stood up and went to the bedroom, knowing that would also hurt but feeling more ready to rip the metaphorical bandaid off.

You had left something on the bed for him, his entire mouth going dry at the sight.

He wasn’t sure if he felt excited or frustrated. His hands were shaky as he opened the red envelope, his mind racing as he couldn’t fathom what you’d say.

He ran his finger under the lip of the envelope, opening it and finding two concert tickets inside.

“Go ahead and take her” was written on a plain piece of notebook paper, his heart ached as he read the line over and over.

When you had broken up with him, his ego took over and he said some choice words that weren’t exactly true, leaving you to assume he had likely already moved on by now.

He couldn’t handle the thought, pulling his phone out and calling you for the first time in months.

When you picked up the phone he was stunned.

“Hey J.”

“Hi Y/N” he sat down on the bed, his lips trembling.

[sarawritestories]

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

Cassian X Fem Reader

Summary: Life isn't worth living without your mate by your side.

A/N: I'm making my angsty mood everyone else's problem. 😘 I also got misty eyed writing this

Content Warning: PLEASE READ CAUTIOUSLY Suicidal Ideation, Self Harm, suicide attempt, Death of a Main Character. Grief

ACOTAR MASTERLIST

Title inspired by this song:

You couldn't escape him. Every where you turn, it was as though he was there. His scent, his clothes, his weapons it was suffocating. Cruel. Two years. You only had two years with Cassian before he fell in battle. Two years with your mate.

How cruel the mother was two years of stolen kisses, late night snacks, morning runs, and his constant need to have his arms around you. With him, you were safe, loved, and cared for.

You had begged him not to leave to stay home with you. He simply pressed his forehead to yours and whispered, "I promise to come home to you, Sweetheart." You sobbed as he pressed his lips to your and then kissed your tears away, "I am the General of the Night Courts armies. I have been to many battles and have always come home. I will come home to you sweet girl." Another soft kiss, "I love you."

With a wobbly lip, "And I love you. Be safe." You hand him the necklace that he gave you for solstice of an eight pointed star. He wrapped the chain around his neck and took to the skies.

When Rhys and Azriel returned, your eyes searched everywhere for flashes of red. Only to notice Cassian's brothers had streaks on their mud ridden and bloodied faces from where they shed their cheers. It was Rhys who held out his hand, and you hesitantly took it. He held your palm up and placed something cold in it when he moved his hand, the eight pointed star necklace caked in dirt, and blood stared back at you. Shock riddled your body as Rhys said in your mind, I'm so sorry, Darling

Shaking your head, you clung the necklace to your chest. You found it difficult to breathe as you reached through the bond. Calling out for him, only to find the other side empty. Hollow. Hands were on you as you collapsed to the floor and sobs overtook your body. Still pushing love down the bond, only to be met with cold, dark air where his warmth and love used to be. You screamed, "Cassian!" Over and over until your voice became dry and you ended up dehydrated.

Az scooped you in his arms and brought you to your bed where the faint scent of Cassian remained and a fresh wave of tears came. What if the smell faded? Would your memories of his smile, his eyes, his long, onyx hair be gone too. Az just sat and held your hand until your sobs turned into hiccups and exhaustion pulled you into sleep.

After two months, you were finding it hard to get out of bed. The necklace tucked to your chest, wearing one of his shirts, and you still reached out to the dulled golden string. You hoped that it was a bad dream.

Rhys and Az would alternate taking care of you, making sure you were fed and made sure you stayed hydrated they had a schedule and a pattern that you picked up on.

You had overheard them talking about trying to get you out and into society again. You barely saw the point, your mate was ripped away from you, and now, colors were dull, music fell flat, nothing was worth seeing without Cassian.

You sat up from your bed and sighed, and you wanted him hear in your arms in. You wished that he would appear again. You hung your head low because you knew that was wishful thinking and that he would never come back.

You pulled something out of the dresser on his side, trying to fight the tears as a fresh wave of his leather and Sandalwood scent flooded your nose. You headed to your bathroom, placing the Star pendant around your neck. Not noticing the tendril of black watching your movements. You whispered to the void, "Az, Rhys, Please forgive me. Mother, please take me home to my mate."

You took the knife, and pressed it to your skin, Az and Rhys hadn't noticed the faebane you stole from Rhys' office that you took in concentrated doses to slow your healing. You watched as the blood pooled against your wrist as you dug the blade deeper to drag down.

You heard the door slamming open and hurried footsteps to the bathroom, "Y/N!" Az shouted as he grabbed the knife from your hand had a shadow bring him a towel to wrap around the wound. He pressed your back to his chest and held you close whispering words your couldn't distinguish in your ear.

You blinked. Once. Twice. Three times and anger bubbled over. You began to thrash in his arms his strength out matched yours. "You bastard, I wanted to go home to my mate! I don't want to be here without him! Why would you do that? Let me die!" Your screams turned into cries, "I just want to die."

Rhys walked to face you, tears streaking his own face. "Darling. He wouldn't want that for you."

You sobs continued, "What about what I want?" Your voice cracked. You leaned your head back against Az shoulders. "Why did the mother have me meet my mate only to take him away. I only had two years. You both had centuries." The cries turned to whimpers, "It's not fair." Az began to rub soothing patters around your waist. "I wanted more time."

The two males had no words, so they both just sat on the floor with you and let you sob. Your constant murmuring of time stolen and wanting to be with Cassian.

And once you had cried yourself to sleep, did Az and Rhys have madja heal your arm and place you in Az's bed, both agreeing that you were not to be left alone for a while. The two males watched you sleep with a crease between your brows.

And even in your sleep, you tugged on the fading gold thread. Never knowing that somewhere in the afterlife, The General was desperately tugging back.

[murdrdocs]

Headcanons on father!Finnick PLEASEEEEE

before your child is born, he's extremely doting during the pregnancy. on you, and your baby. he's always talking to the little one, reading books, playing music, everything. he makes sure he's taking care of both of you, doing whatever you need and want just to make sure you're comfortable.

doesn't have a preference for a boy or a girl, and he would be a great parent for both. but he is a Girl Dad. i can't explain it, but he screams Girl Dad. and he would practice doing your hair (if you have any) to prepare for doing his little girl's hair. and is always calling you two "my girls". always.

cries during the birth. like sobs whenever he gets to hold his baby for the first time.

during the night, if your baby is having trouble sleeping, he's up before you even hear the first cry. he's kissing your head, telling you to go back to sleep, and he's in the nursery, rocking them back to sleep, singing lullabies that he remembers from childhood.

speaking of, he decorates the fuck out of the nursery. in contact with as many capitol designers that he knows, getting the most specific objects created and custom made paint colors. he goes all out for the room that he hopes to spend loads of time in.

fatherhood just looks so good on him. he has a certain glow to his skin when he's holding your kid on one arm, and flipping pancakes with the other. even whenever your baby projectile vomits, or spits up, or absolutely ruins a diaper, he's still beaming from within.

as your child starts to grow up, he mourns more and more. he takes pictures 24/7, and gets really into scrapbooking, to document as many moments as possible.

it's usually pictures of you in there. photos of you breastfeeding, when he told you you looked incredible even though you hadn't done anything to your hair in days. photos of your baby mid-crawl, just a blur of motion. then mid-walk, another blur of motion and a gummy smile. photos of you and your child sitting on the beach together, matching swimsuits and matching hats that finnick's apart of. eventually, you have to take the camera away from him to get photos of him in there too.

pictures of finnick helping your kid blow out their 2nd birthday candles. pictures of finnick teaching your kid the alphabet with a brightly colored book. photos of finnick in the ocean, holding your baby as they start to learn the motions of swimming.

there's so much clutter in the scrapbook, and even more clutter of photos around the house, that you and finnick don't know what to do whenever another one comes along.

[angelpuns]

Kid Leo Au: Fanfic

| Here's the old fic I promised <3 I don't like the way I wrote it so it won't be posted on ao3, but I figured it'd be a fun supplementary reading for the comic! |

CW: Almost death/dying, uh some crying.

Leo couldn't hear or see Krang Prime anymore. A fact that was both comforting and terrifying. 

His body ached, the lack of a distraction making his wounds throb in time with his heartbeat. He tried to mentally note his injuries, to think of how he would have treated them if he ever got home. 

Something in him told him he wouldn't be going home, though. 

And as much as he had been prepared for that….it still made his chest ache.  

He squeezed the picture of his family a little tighter, letting his tears dissolve into space. 

The thought almost made him want to laugh. He hadn't cried like this in so long, who knew all it took was having the shit beat out of him and being left alone in another dimension? That wasn't a good joke. He was pretty sure it wasn't a joke at all, actually. 

That made the internal laughter die off pretty quick. 

It was so..cold. Not cold, but…there was an absence of warmth. If anything, it felt like…nothing. Like he was floating through nothing. 

The silence pierced his ears, the impenetrable ringing making him shake his head - an attempt to make some sort of sound that wasn't swallowed up by the black hole around him. He did it again and again, unable to get rid of the all-consuming silence around him. His ears rang with it - the effect a lot like being trapped in a soundproof room. 

Hell, he preferred the krang shouting at him and beating him into the ground over the silence. At least he didn't feel like he was losing his mind. If he concentrated just so, he could hear his heartbeat. He shivered involuntarily, shaking his head again to try and focus on something - anything, else. 

The silence droned on for several minutes, Leo trying to distract himself from it by reminding himself what it was all for. Who it was all for. He stole a glance at the picture through bleary eyes. It was a good picture. They all looked so happy. 

Leo stifled the remainder of his tears and let out a long sigh. 

He could handle the choking, stifling quiet.  

He could take a little silence before Kraang Prime inevitably wiped him off the face of the Earth. Or -since they weren't exactly on Earth - blipped him out of existence. 

The thought made him feel nauseous, though that could be from the sensation of weightlessness. Like he was falling through the air in slow motion - never to hit the ground again. 

More tears fell. 

Who was he kidding - he wasn't meant to be alone like this. He'd never been alone before. He'd always..he'd always had someone. 

Leo's sniffles were the only thing that broke the silence, and even that didn't last long. 

Years of silently crying in his room were not being his friend right now. He wished he'd been a screamer. He wished he'd thrown tantrums and screamed along with his music and wailed at the top of his lungs. 

At least then it wouldn't be so painfully quiet. 

The ringing continued, Leo finally managing to zone out a little when a sort of 'fizzle-pop' sound started up somewhere behind him. 

Warmth spread on his shell, a faint glow peeking out from behind him. A crackling sound filled the air, Leo rolling over in the big open space to see what it was. His heart raced at the thought that it was the kraang again, just waiting for him to turn around before striking him to the ground again. 

A bright orange light flooded his vision. Was this what everyone talked about? The light? He'd never really believed in that stuff, but he imagined this is what it might be like. Good to know everyone else was right - he couldn't help but feel a little bitter about being so wrong. 

The light grew, Leo squinting against it. It was warm, taking up his entire vision. It almost looked as if the very sky had broken open. But it was so warm, it must have been that light. The one that you weren't supposed to go into. and yet he wanted so badly to go into it. 

Leo reached for it, wanting nothing more than to be cradled in that light, for the crackling sound to invade his senses and get rid of that horrible ringing. Even if it was the end, it was a hell of a lot nicer than the silence. 

He squinted, eyes adjusting to the light as it grew larger and larger. As it did, he recognized it for what it was. 

A portal. 

His brothers took shape beyond the light, grinning at him with shining eyes. Like they were waiting for him, just behind that opening. He thought it might be a hallucination at first, but that didn't stop him from dropping a solid one-liner. 

He winced at the effort, but grinned nonetheless, " took you guys long enough". 

Nice One, Leo.

Even if this was some hallucination right before he died, he could still get a joke or two in. 

To his surprise, Raph activated his ninpo and reached out with one of his large, red hands, grasping Leo's in it. 

It was warm. It shouldn't have been warm, but it was to him. Leo could sob from the feeling. More tears bubbled up from his chest and he grinned up at his brothers, hurrying to blink them away before they saw. He couldn't be caught crying now, after all that had happened. 

 Raph tugged hard, pulling him closer and closer to the portal. 

If he had the energy, he'd make a joke about how this was way better than floating in a wasteland. Leo wanted nothing more than to hear them laugh, even if it was fake. Even if he made the world's worst pun. 

The feeling vanished almost immediately when the rush of air and the screech of the kraang came from just under him. He chanced a glance back, the giant red eye staring back at him. Even if it was just armor, it felt like it stared right through him. 

Metal claws surrounded him, and Leo almost pulled his arm back - out of Raph's grasp. He wouldn't let the krang win - he couldn't let them win. 

He glanced back again, his chest seizing a little at how close he was already. But then Donnie shouted from the portal and Leo turned his attention back on his brothers. He didn't want the last thing he saw to be that red eye. 

If he made it out of this alive, he'd have to tell Donnie how badass he looked just then. The thought passed so quickly it almost made him laugh - even if he was so sure the kraang was gonna grab him. 

The drill went flying past Leo and into the kraang's face, Raph dragging him to the portal with all the force he could. Leo went flying, the breeze as the smells and the sounds of New York hitting him all at once. He landed hard on Raph's plastron, groaning when he was deposited on the ground instead. 

Now that he had gravity back, everything hurt even worse. 

 "gu-guys!?"

Leo winced, but sat up a bit and looked at his younger brother. 

Mikey was trembling all over, a faint orange glow still emitting from his shaking limbs. He held his hands out in front of him, staring down as they crackled, pieces flecking off and floating away in the breeze. He dropped to his knees, Raph and Donnie rushing to his side. The portal had zipped out of existence, but Mikey was still crumbling. 

Leo rolled onto his knees, his wounds screaming for him to stop. 

No, no, he wouldn't lose Mikey like this. He wouldn't let his little brother die. Not like this, not for him. 

Leo crawled over on shaky limbs, holding back groans of pain. He had to do something. There had to be something he could do. His ribs ached with each breath, but Leo grabbed for his brother, already pulling him close - as if he had any clue what to do for him. 

" Le-leo!" Mikey was staring at him, his arms starting to fleck away from the fingertips down. Leo could only stare for a moment, eyes already burning with tears again. 

To his credit, Mikey gave him a tearful grin. Like he was glad to have done it. 

But Leo would never forgive himself. 

" No, no, c'Mon Mikey-" Leo winced, squeezing Mikey a little in his arms. He didn't know what to do. His thoughts were zipping by, all the medical knowledge in the world doing him no good. He didn't know anything about this. 

Donnie put a hand on his shoulder, Raph taking up the other side. They each squeezed, hands trembling where they touched him. There had to be something…anything they could do.  

Leo couldn't help it. He let out a sob. He did seem to be crying a lot lately, huh? 

Mikey was still shaking, his eyes squeezed shut. Leo hated it - he could feel how scared Mikey was. How terrified he was to be dying. 

There had to be something- anything!

Leo squeezed him tighter, trying to hold his brother together like glue - keep him here just a little longer while he thought of a plan. 

Think, Leo! Think! You're supposed to be the leader- 

Leo begged for something - for any kind of plan. He thought back to everything they knew about their ninpo- maybe his powers? 

Something. Anything. 

" I WO-WON'T LET YOU GO, MIKEY!" he sobbed, curling into his brother and just hoping for something to happen. Raph choked back a sob next to him, gripping his shoulder a little too hard. 

Something in him broke free with that, his powers crackling at his fingertips. He felt lighter suddenly, as blue lightning crackled down his arms and into his younger brother's form. 

Leo shut his eyes, feeling nauseous, but he couldn't stop! Mikey needed him- 

He could feel it, he could feel the power flowing through him and into Mikey - like a current of a river rushing and rushing and rushing towards his brother. 

And it was working. 

Leo chanced a glance at Mikey - his eyes had shut, but he was reforming. Blue light filled in the cracks, Mikey's arms slowly taking shape once again. 

Leo grinned, tears slipping down his cheeks. He closed his eyes and squeezed tighter, sobbing into the embrace. He felt like something was being ripped from his very being, but it'd be worth it. It'd be worth it to keep Mikey safe. 

The current continued. He willed it to continue until Mikey was fixed, until he was better and every piece of him was back in place. The ground swayed beneath him with each pulse of energy that left his body, but he had to keep going. He had to fix his brother. 

Something was changing for him, too, but he couldn't place it. 

It didn't matter. 

He couldn't stop until Mikey was back together again. 

He rode out the feeling of nausea. He could do this. 

He could do it. 

" I got you, little brother, " He murmured, letting the feeling take over. The blue light consumed him - he felt himself slipping away and checked once more to be sure it had worked before letting himself succumb to the blue light of his own powers. Everything was hazy and blue and he felt lighter than air. His heart was racing, his breath coming out in ragged pants. 

He felt himself fall into Raph's side, someone saying something. He couldn't hear them. 

Mikey was safe. Mikey was safe and he had done all he could. 

As long as Mikey was safe, he could rest. 

He could finally rest. 

Donnie was not a fan of all this mystic stuff. Even if he had somewhat mastered his own powers, his brothers' powers still eluded him. Especially now that Mikey had mystic hands or whatever. Raph's clone thing was somewhat more tangible ( literally ), but Leo and Mikey's abilities still felt too unreal to explain. He'd tried once to take a scientific approach with Leo's portals and met a wall. 

He couldn't even begin to explain what seemed to be a literal demon living in Mikey's weapon - not to mention the whole chain and fire business - it was all too much for him to comprehend. He was somewhat relieved when he'd gotten his nunchucks back - at least there wasn't some sort of creature living in them. He hoped. 

But this took it to a new level. 

It was one thing for Mikey to open an interdimensional portal, it was another to watch Leo use his powers to fix Mikey's dissolving form. 

And then to watch him shrink into blue light and become a small child. He felt the same as when Mikey had opened the portal, Leo's powers seeping into his arm and pulling something from him - pulling his energy from him. His skin had crackled and lit up just like Mikey's, but with a brilliant blue light shining through it. And he didn't dissolve into nothingness like Mikey had been doing. 

His first thought was time travel, but his second thought was what if this Leo had sustained the same injuries? 

He could worry about the why's and how's later, for now they all needed immediate medical attention. He couldn't see anything outwardly, but it was hard to tell when Leo was entangled within his wraps and sash, the pieces of fabric too large for him now. 

" Raph, call April, Papa and Casey Jr. And tell them to meet us at the lair, " He informed, taking a deep breath so he could keep it together. He'd had a lot of ups and downs for the past few minutes, but he could keep it together to play family doctor for a bit. 

Mikey was awake, at least, and was no longer dissolving into thin air. He sat up, staring in surprise at the literal child that had replaced Leo. Or, was Leo. Was Leo - but was also a child. Ugh, it was too much to think about right now. He'd have to file the time travel nonsense away for now. 

" did…did everyone else see that?" Mikey stammered out, his eyes moving from his arms to Leo, " I'm - he healed me!" 

" yes, and probably not without major consequences - oh would you look at that, major consequences, " he motioned to Leo. Or tot Leo. Little Leo. He wasn't sure What to call him. Hopefully it wouldn't be a problem for too long. 

Raph had broken from his own shocked stare to do as Donnie had asked, currently on the phone with April - if Donnie had to guess from the over exaggerated shouting on the other end. He wondered if she and their father were okay. If Casey was okay. If anyone had been majorly injured. 

Donnie caught himself beginning to zone out and shook himself out of it. Right. Act now, shutdown later. 

He pulled Leo into his arms, the kid squirming a little at the touch. 

" Stop- stop moving, " He hissed, keeping Leo close to his chest. The slider didn't seem to acknowledge him. He seemed to be just as out of it as Donnie felt. 

Donnie's mind supplied a concerning amount of reasons why, and he found himself hurrying to stand and start for the lair. They had to get home and check him for injuries fast. He mentally checked off what he remembered about concussions - pizza supreme, what if Leo had accidentally fried his brain? Was that even possible? Could mystic powers do that? 

" Donnie?" Mikey was following him. Good, they needed to get a move on. 

" We've got to hurry- if 'child Leo' has sustained the same injuries, we're working on borrowed time. We'll have to deduce why this happened later, " He rambled out, letting his feet carry him in the direction of what he hoped was the right way home. He glanced at his wrist-tech, the crack in the screen making it difficult to read. " I assume its something to do with his powers, but I don't have- I can't make a clear enough hypothesis just yet" 

He knew he was being snippy, even for him, but talking hurt. 

Opening his mouth and forming words felt like the worst thing in the world, but he willed himself to hold it together.

 Hold it together for Leo.

Kid Leo Masterpost

[romiantic]

DRIVE ME CRAZY !

how your faves act after an argument

→ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff/crack + joking of death

→ A/N: literally had sooooooooo much fun writing this cause I genuinely can see these characters like each category 😭. especially the jjk mfs

dramatic ass mfs — they are literally screaming and crying, BEGGING for you to forgive them. they didn’t mean to yell at you bae, please take them back. no but for real, please take them back, even their friends are hoping every single day that y’all make up and won’t have to hear anymore crying. they’re constantly replaying y’all arguments in their head and wishing they didn’t say what they said or did what they did. they love you so much and hate seeing you get mad at them, even over the smallest thing. you’re their heart’s lifeline and will feel like they’re goners without you by their side. they’re the embodiment of shitting, crying, sliding down the wall in slow motion, throwing up, when y/n is mad at them. please shut them up and forgive them

GOJO, deku, kaminari, atsumu, OIKAWA, yuji, kise, jean, 1610!miles, luffy, SANJI, bachira, connie, sasha, nobara, bokuto, reo, kagami

alright mr/ms. idgaf ! — these “nonchalant” ass mfs act like they don’t give a damn that y’all fought, it’s whatever. no it’s not. these mfs are literally hurting in the chest, they just know how to cover it up well that’s all it is. well, at first they will play it off as if they genuinely don’t care and continue on with their day, playing a game of “who falls first” and believing they’ll win. but as the day goes on, they feel a growing pit of pain and regret. they feel like something is missing and start to spiral when they realize they miss you too much. they can’t keep living like this and call you quickly but cover the much earlier mood by acting nonchalant. they’re pretending that they ain’t care that much, don’t believe them babes !

BAKUGO, ymir, yelena, TOJI, megumi, nanami, choso, 42!miles, geto, zoro, AOMINE, murasakibara, midorima, kuroo, osamu, rin, SAE, barou, eren, levi, maki, dabi, hawks, porco, suna, chigiri, oliver

auntie music is playing — I genuinely don’t know which is worse, them or the dramatic mfs. they start out as dramatic, begging for forgiveness but seeing that you won’t, they continue their day with dreary and sadness. they think of how they shouldn’t have done what they did and concoct a plan to figure out how to win you back, through music. I mean, a way through a person’s heart is through music, prove me wrong? exactly. they’ve stalked your music profile and gathered what you listen to on a regular day, creating a playlist off it. they think of an idea that is brilliant, so brilliant that they’re standing outside your window at two a.m. with a boombox (yes they still make those) in their hand, and “be without you” by mary j blige is playing. they’re screaming screeching the lyrics at the top of their lungs until you text them to stop and come inside. the music stops and they walk inside with quickness and ridiculously stupid smile on their face <3

CONNIE, isagi (bachira’s idea), shidou, todo, GOJO, yuji, bokuto, hinata (haikyuu), nagi, HOBIE, tanaka

i apologize a trillion times — they are in the same category as dramatic but more subtle??? I mean they’re not snot-nosed crying on instagram or posting pictures of you two with some corny music playing in the background with the captions “guys tell y/n to take me back” “I miss my bae” “I’d rather d*e than let y/n leave me”. but depending on the person, they would find any way, shape, or form to apologize. I mean anyway, through a message from an airplane, sending you ten text messages, yes ten, of long paragraphs saying that they’re sorry and they love you so much. they’ll even apologize to you through email, with the subject saying “BABY I MISS YOU”. in conclusion, they’re just “dramatic ass mfs” in a different font

kirishima, aizawa, ARMIN, choso, REINER, mikasa, onyankonpon, kunigami, akashi (knb), kuroo, iwaizumi, akashi (haikyuu), kuroko, YUTA, inumaki, miguel, gwen, shoto, usopp, ace, aran, eren, OLIVER

⭑ literally felt like gojo, connie, and eren could fit all 4 categories ngl 💀

⭑ okay but the amount of fun I had making this-

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: Psalm 139:14

MULTI FANDONM MASTERLIST + MAIN MASTERLIST

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[rottenpumpkin13]

Wait! Have you done a Road-trip shenanigans bit with the Firsts + Zack and Cloud yet?? If not, please I gotta know the crazy details.

How do they fair with everyone taking turns driving? Who nearly kills them all? Who is bringing what snacks? Do they get lost? Who goes insane first? Boredom songs? Fights in the backseat? Please I need this 💀

The Road Trip From Hell

• Genesis made the dumbass decision to buy a car—a vehicle he will never in his life use because the traffic in Midgar is ASS. It's this nice, red convertible that he now has to drive from Banora all the way back to the city.

• He convinces Sephiroth, Angeal, Zack and Cloud to come along with him on a road trip (they were all nearby on a mission). Angeal doesn't trust Genesis' ability to drive, Sephiroth does NOT see the appeal of spending 14 hours in a car with Genesis, Cloud has raging motion sickness, and Zack saw someone flip Genesis off on the road once and Genesis immediately retaliated with a fire ball, so he's scared.

Genesis: Fine. But if I crash the car and perish you will ALL be unable to live with yourselves.

*Sephiroth silently crosses his fingers*

• After much back to back and and a lot of dramatics from Genesis' end, the boys agree.

• They start off pretty good!! They're having sing-alongs, stopping at the side of the road to take fun pictures, eating unhealthy food at those road-stop diners, and generally having a good time.

• And then hour 3/14 rolls by and they are sick of each other.

Zack: Are we there yet?

*Angeal whips around immediately*

Angeal: Look at me, Fair, LOOK AT ME. This is the first and last time you ask this, got that? If you ask one more time, I'm going to shave your head and make you eat your own hair. Understood?

Zack: 0_0

• Genesis can't drive anymore and asks Angeal to take over. He switches over the the passenger seat and mans the playlist, forcing the entire car to listen to his cringey pop music.

Cloud: Can you change the song? This music sucks.

Sephiroth: I second that.

Genesis: Oh, does this bother you? *cranks the music up louder*

Cloud: On three.

Sephiroth: Got that.

Cloud: One, two—

• Sephiroth and Cloud lunge forward at the same time, using four hands to pin Genesis in place and strangle him. Zack is screaming and trying to pull them back, Genesis is choking and Angeal is dangerously close to driving the car off road—intentionally.

• By hour 5, everyone has fallen asleep except for Zack. Angeal made Genesis sit in the back with Sephiroth and Cloud while Zack sits up front.

Zack: I'm having fun!

Angeal: That's great.

Zack: When are we going to start the trip though?

Angeal: What do you mean?

*Zack pulls out a map on his tablet*

Zack: Well, according to this map, we've just been going in circles for 5 hours.

• Angeal wakes up Genesis to punch him in the face.

• Zack takes over the wheel now and has Cloud sit up front while they play I-Spy.

Zack: I spy something prickly and green.

Cloud: A tree?

Zack: Nice!

Cloud: Okay, uhhh...I spy something tall and silver.

Zack: Sephiroth!

Cloud: No. Sephiroth's not here.

Zack: Oh.

Zack:

Zack: WHAT!?

• Zack stops the car because Sephiroth is indeed missing. It turns out they left him back at their last stop, so they have to turn back around again to go pick him up.

• Sephiroth is indeed back at the restaurant, and he's PISSED. He makes Zack get out of the driver seat and insists they do this the "hard way"

• Sephiroth is driving now and makes everyone sit in complete silence while he finally gets them on the right track. Several hours later, Cloud shyly raises his hand.

Sephiroth: Speak.

Cloud: I have to go to the bathroom.

Sephiroth: Hold it.

Cloud: But what if—

Sephiroth: Hold it.

Cloud: But—

Sephiroth: HOLD IT STRIFE.

• Cloud holds it.

Genesis: This is ridiculous. It's my car. Get out, I'm driving again!

• Sephiroth gives up the wheel without much of a fight, but now Genesis is back in the driver's seat and Zack is antsy again. He sits in the passengers seat and decides to be a backseat driver.

Zack: You're going too fast!

Genesis: Oh, please, I'm going slow. You should see what this car can really do—HEY! THAT GUY JUST CUT ME OFF!

• Zack starts praying (loudly). Genesis is pissed beyond calming down, and decides to floor it and chase after the guy.

• Everyone is screaming, Zack is praying and crying, Angeal is trying to reason with Genesis, Cloud is swearing every curse word in the dictionary, Sephiroth...is asleep.

• When Genesis finally does stop, Angeal makes Genesis pull over. Him, Cloud and Zack get out of the car. Genesis makes a run for it, screaming down the road.

• Sephiroth awakes a few moments later, looks out the window, and sees everyone jumping Genesis. He looks around, then picks up the tablet with the map.

Sephiroth: Wow. I wonder how long it'll take them to realize that we went 120 miles in the wrong direction.

-

@salternateunreality has a ASGZC road trip shenanigans series on her blog if you want more of this :)

[aliveinacoffin]

Deja ya de llorar

Shoto x GN! Reader

You've had a very bad day, and you're very tired, and you have a very cute husband.

little angst/very comfort, mostly fluff ^*^

The front door swung open harshly before it was more gently clicked into place. The decoration hung on the outside knocking back in protest.

You violently kicked your shoes off, not bothering to put them neatly back in their place in the shoe cubby that rested against the wall. Trying to get on with the settling down process, you went through the motions of hanging up your jacket, not noticing that you missed your mark and instead, it fell miserably to the floor.

"I'm hooome." You sighed, barely loud enough to be heard from the front door to the kitchen. You then limply tripped over the side, flopping down hard on the couch, squishing your face on the plush cushions.

There was silence in the house, no sounds of music or the TV playing. Most notably, no sound of your husband. Usually, he was out in the dining room doing papers or just otherwise bumbling around the house. Sometimes he'd meal prep or work out or even just be doing some D.I.Y project. But today, there seemed to be an absence of him. Which, wasn't a big deal, both of you were heroes, having met each other in class 1-A. Ever since you two had just been inseparable, clung together like magnets. Still, he made no mention that he would be working late.

You sighed and flipped over to your back, and took your phone out of your pocket. Lazily, you dialed his work phone and waited for him to pick up.

"This is Icy-Hot. I'm not available right now, reach either my assistant, partner, or me at a later time. I apologize for the inconvenience." The familiar one-toned voice you had gotten used to bleated back to you, and the phone beeped to leave a message. You made a confused noise before moving over to his personal phone number, the one that not many people had.

Just as the call was going to send you to voice mail, he picked up. "Hello? Is everything alright?" Shoto's voice called out to you, concern lacing his voice.

"No," You sighed, exhaustion taking over you slowly, unable for you to fight it much longer, "You weren't home and I was just making sure you were alive."

He chuckled, "Well I am don't worry. I'm on my way home soon, just another big battle in Tokyo, and you know how traffic can be." He sounded happy and content, and jealousy filled you at his ease.

"I hope it went well, and I'm glad you're safe. I love you, get home soon."

"It did, I'll tell you more at home. I love you, I'll see you soon."

The call disconnected, leaving the house in silence again. Suddenly, without even prompt or major reason, tilled filled your eyes and you were left breathless.

You were so tired, your body and mind so worn down that everything was moving too fast for you to keep up. Your eyes stung all the time, and your joints ached, body screaming in protest for running on fumes for so long.

You also had so many hard cases this month, a tsunami had hit the east, and because of the shortest of pros, you had been sent down there to mitigate the damage. The things you saw only added to the pile of horrors that kept you up at night. Lost little girls, old men torn apart, and young men crying in the middle of the street would haunt you for years to come. The paperwork and reconstruction that took weeks to finish, on top of commission work and public work, you were left beaten and bruised.

You cried yourself to sleep on the couch, too tired to change out of your civilian clothes or even move yourself to a comfortable position to find even a restful sleep.

___________________________________________

When you woke up, crusty, thirsty, and hungry, you found yourself in your shared room. Pictures of you and Shoto decorated the space, along with your different families and friends. Books, papers, and other small trinkets littered the room. When you came home after being away from a work trip, it always made your heart warm and fuzzy at your cozy living space, knowing you shared it with the person you loved the most.

You heard soft music from the downstairs, and slowly you drifted out of your bedroom. (You were also pleasantly surprised to find yourself in soft pjs.) Peeking out, a smiled crawled on your face at the sight you were blessed with.

Shoto, still in his hero outfit, was swaying softly to a soft song that you recognized, Hijo del corazón. While doing so he was making your favorite comfort meal. Both of you always had each other's comfort meals prepped and ready to go in case the others needed it.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" You said sleepily, hooded bagged eyes looking at him with ease.

Shoto turned to you, jumping a little in surprise before he completely melted under your gaze.

"Yeah, you tell me every day you love me, plus, I get a daily reminder you do every time I wash my hands." He tapped to the ring on his finger, the pale moon gem that was the centerpiece. The weight of your sun ring reminded you of both your vows, in sickness and in health.

"True, but I super love you." You walked closer to him, nuzzling against him while he kept busy.

"I love you, hard day?" He asked, and even though his eyes were on the food, you knew you had his full undivided attention.

"Hard month more like it. I'm just glad we're almost done though." You sighed, dragging your feet to grab a glass of water. Your heart filled with warmth when you saw your respective bachelor party cups.

"I'm glad, I miss you at home." Shoto said almost pouting.

"Just a little bit more recon, and a smidge more paperwork and I'm back to a normal work schedule. What about you though?" You asked, eyeing him up and down with a raised eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" He turned to you, looking at you with his own raised eyebrows while he carried the food to the table.

"You're still in your hero suit, you didn't change back at the agency." You said that the answer was the simplest thing in the work. In truth, it kinda was.

"Oh," He looked down at himself, embracement suddenly flooding his cheeks. "I was just in such a rush to get home, I guess I didn't change." He started to eat with you.

"Why the rush? I'll always make it home." Or try to, at least.

"I missed you, plus, I have a surprise." Shoto suddenly got up, walking over to the kitchen to grab a fancy-looking velvet box.

"Sho' I don't mean to break your heart, but we've already gotten married." You laughed quietly at your own joke, turning in your spot to follow him.

"No not that. I know you don't really like jewelry, but I saw it and I just had to give it to you." He had you the box gently, placing it in your awaiting hands.

You looked at him before tenderly peeling open the box, and a gasp escaped your lips when you saw what was inside.

It was a beautiful golden heart-shaped locket. The design it had was stunning, on the front was an open sort of caged design, and you could see the inside of the locket through it. Around the mini heart-shaped window was a winged sort of design with small bridges on the side. On the back were two interlocked hearts surrounded by leaves and little tiny snowflakes.

When you peeled it open, it was your guy's wedding pictures. But it wasn't one where either of you were fake smiling. Instead, it was you ugly laughing with your eyes closed and leaning toward Shoto. While he had the widest grin ever looking at you so tenderly it made tears spring to your eyes.

"Oh Sho', it's beautiful. Thank you so much, I love it." You stood up to bring him into a tight hug. He hugged you twice as hard, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Of course, I hoped you'd like it." He whispered.

"I love it, thank you so much for being here for me." You sighed into his arms, the warm embrace he protected you into would always bring you inner peace.

God you loved this man, and you knew he loved you ten times as much.

[jjungkookislife]

Kinktober Day 9

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟday 9: voyeurism *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

♡ pairing: jungkook x f. reader

♡ genre: established relationship, smut [18+]

♡ summary: jungkook enjoys watching you

♡ wc: 584

♡ warnings: consensual upskirt, voyeurism, orgasm denial, masturbation (f. and m.), panty sniffing, cum in panties

♡ date: October 23, 2023

Jungkook had been thinking of you all day, looking at pictures of you he’d taken the night before. You’d been in a private dining area, going up a flight of stairs with Jungkook behind you, his phone in his hand as he took pictures of you underneath your dress. You giggled, kissing him when he reached the top. Now, he was home, watching you from the bedroom door.

Your moans were music to his ears. His name rolling off your tongue so sweetly. 

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you moaned, eyes shut and lips parted as moans filled the bedroom. Jungkook watched as you fingered yourself, back arching off the bed as you held back an orgasm with a muffled scream.

Jungkook felt his cock throb in his pants. Your panties lay at his feet, discarded in a moment of passion before you got on the bed.

With a smile, Jungkook takes them into his hand, sniffing your arousal on them, and nearly growls as he sits on the chair. His cock throbs again and he palms it.

Your eyes open, meeting his as another heady moan leaves your lips. 

“Kook!” you groan, thighs quivering as you spread them wider for him to see. He licks his lips as he unbuttons his pants and the zipper comes undone by his hard cock, unable to contain him.

With a quick movement, he’s left in his boxers. Your eyes lock, you motion for him to take his hard cock out, and he does so with a smirk.

“Need more to cum?” he asks with a smug grin.

“Yes,” you breathe as he takes his cock out. He bites his bottom lip as he strokes it. He spits in his hand and you wish it were you wrapped around him instead of his hand, but you know he gets off to the sight of you writhing on the bed, screaming his name for all to hear.

“Please,” you beg, unsure of what you’re asking for as he watches you intently fucking yourself open. You love it when his dark, hooded gaze is on you; love when he begs just to watch and does so in secret with permission. You love opening your legs for him, fucking yourself to orgasm just to see him come undone.

“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Just like that,” he groans, cursing your name when you arch your back, crying out for him as you nearly cum again but hold back.

Jungkook can’t contain himself. He fists your panties in his hand, jerking his cock with them and groaning when he catches your lust-filled gaze on his.

He ignores the heat pooling deep in his abdomen as he moans your name, spreading his legs further and cursing.

“Fuck, Koo,” you whine, pleasure coursing through your veins, breath growing labored as your legs shake and you writhe again, screaming Jungkook’s name as you come undone. 

You lay boneless on the bed, chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath. You sit up on your elbows, eyes glued to your boyfriend as he curses, stroking his cock.

His eyes never leave yours, the thrill of being watched making him go faster until he’s whining and moaning your name, biting his bottom lip until he’s cumming into your panties, painting them white with a deep groan as he falls back into the recliner.

“Fucking fuck,” he exhales as he tries to catch his breath.

You grin, climbing off the bed to sit on his lap.

“Fuck, indeed.”

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[ants-personal]

have a fun lil idea of ness becoming the vanny that has to be stopped/saved by mike because ness hearing about the rumors of this place and mike not telling him (he has some theories but he needs to know) breaks into the old rundown freddys before its torn down. Its run down practically empty from theives and the company taking assest to borrow for the new location.

Its dark quiet and all hes found is a suspicious stain in a back room with a weird chair until he hears a strange noise and it peads him to the back office its got some cool consoles but nothing works. Disappointed he turns to leave when the tv on wheels flicks on static blasts out before slowly funtime music kicks in.

He turns to it and at first its just warped and ruined footage of the pizzaria and freddy gang when the picture clears on a yellow bunny many standing just off stage waving slowly directly at the camera. He looks the footage is looping never moving away from the rabbit man till it cuts and hes closer to the screen dancing before turning to the camera again a shushing motion as he points.

And before ness can really decipher what hes seeing he feels sick as the world begins to spin and he can hear a dark laugh coming from all around him pounding in his skull the tv growing brighter louder with the laughter and all he can do is scream covering his war as he falls to his knees and darkness takes hold

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New Love, New Skin (Chapter 3)

Vox and Kora's established routine has a deviation, and we learn a little more about both of them.

HURRAY FOR BACKSTORY

Tags: nightmares, grocery stores in Hell, dancing, loss of virginity

February 1959

In the months following that first night together, a lot of things changed for Vincent. Slowly, but adapting nonetheless. 

They abandoned their plans of moving to a nicer apartment in favor of Vincent simply moving into Kora’s bedroom- the mattress slid to the center of the room and the dresser split down the middle to make room for Vincent’s growing collection of clothing. There’s a small table on either side of the room, one for Kora’s miscellaneous craft items and one for his paperwork and notes, music and books from above that he was asked to review for the station, scripts he was told to look over for non-breaking news. 

Once he had started sleeping in her bedroom, his mornings were better even though their routine didn’t change. Kora was an early bird, awake and out the door for a walk after starting the coffee brewing on her way- but some days he could convince her to stay in bed with him for an orgasm or two (or three, on one memorable morning with his face shoved beneath the covers to lick and suck at her slick cunt before she had forcibly pulled on his antennae to get him to stop so she could return the favor). She rarely forgot to start the coffee but when she did Vincent would wake up in a foul mood, only sated when Kora returned home and crawled back into bed with him for a few minutes, caffeine fiend in him satisfied when he could taste the brew on her lips as she gave her apology with kisses.

After the Extermination that year, Kora had started having nightmares. He could understand to an extent when he would wake in the night to her mumbling and tossing about in her sleep, brow creased and unshed tears lining her eyes- she had filled him in on the annual event, the Exorcist Angels from Heaven coming down and slaughtering countless demons as a means of ‘population control,’ which was just fucked up in his opinion. They had spent the day holed up in the apartment, lights out, screams of terror filtering in from the crack in the living room window and causing Kora to flinch every time. He had eventually repositioned them, leaned her back against his chest with his hands over her soft ears to muffle the noise as best he could.

Usually when he noticed her having a bad dream he would leave the room for a while- sit in the darkness of the living area for an hour or so until he returned and saw that she had calmed, slipping back under the sheets with her.

This particular night though, when he awoke to the motions of her wrestling with the covers, the tears were flowing freely, mumbling softly under her breath- “didn’t mean it- please don’t go… no no no no-” 

Vincent shoves the covers aside to get out of the bed when her hands wrap around his forearm, grip punishing and firm, sobbing in earnest even as she remains in the throes of sleep. “Gideon- ‘m sorry, no…” She mumbles, claws sinking into the sensitive flesh of his arm. “Sorry, sorry, please-”

His heart sinks. Who the fuck was Gideon? What could she have to apologize for? His eyes dart over to the picture on Kora’s nightstand, the bat-like demon with a wing tossed carelessly over her shoulder. He didn’t think that he was another lover- Kora wasn’t the sort to fuck around on a guy, even if they hadn’t officially labeled themselves since they had started sleeping together. But obviously whatever had happened with him was making her feel guilty- perhaps he would ask her about it, someday.

For now, though, Vincent can’t stand to see her so distressed in her dreams. He pries her claws from his skin and moves, pulls her into his arms with her head tucked up under his screen and soothes his hand over her mussed hair. “Shh,” he murmurs, and she whimpers in his embrace. “It’s okay, Kora. I got you.” 

She cries softly into his chest, her whispered words dragging her lips against his skin, and he gets a sudden, crystal clear memory of his life on Earth- a child, dark hair falling over his eyes when he sits up in bed and his ma comes into the room, all sugary sweet smiles and soft words that she spoke into his hair as he fell back to sleep, her presence keeping the worst of his nightmares at bay. His mother had always been the one to soothe him, his hardass father telling him to be a man and get over it regardless of the situation; his grandfather dying, having to leave his friends behind every time they moved, when he tumbled into the river as a teenager and bashed his face off a boulder. He had told him the scar across his left eye made him look tough, less like a sissy. 

That wasn’t what Kora needed, he realized- to be left alone with her fears and deal with them without any support. It hadn’t worked for him as a child; how could it work for her? What kind of man lets a woman- or a child, for that matter- cry from their nightmares when consolation can be as simple as a gentle embrace and a few soft words?

She eventually calmed in his hold, breath evening out, lips ceasing their silent prayer and apologies to this mysterious Gideon- even though Vincent still glared at what was possibly his image on Kora’s side of the bed. 

He eventually fell back to slumber as well, his arms still around her when he opened his eyes to the golden halo of her hair in the morning. She’s sniffling against his chest, hands rubbing at her eyes to displace the dried tears she had cried in the night, and when she looks up at him she offers a soft smile. “You must think I’m some kinda baby, huh?”

“Never, doll,” he says, ruffling her hair a bit and laughing when she pushes against him to escape his embrace. “I might think you’re some kind of snore demon, but never a baby.” She didn’t snore, but he poked at her constantly with the implication that she did because the way that she bristled at it was so funny.

“I do not snore,” she insisted, her brow creased as she glared at him, shoving at his chest to land him flat on his back in the bed instead of curled protectively around her. She sat low on his abdomen to reach his wrists, holding them to the bed like she had any chance of keeping him in place if he attempted to unseat her. 

Normally in such a position he would have casually slid her further down his body to sit fully on his lap, tearing their clothes off to grind together until they both came, gasping into the other’s mouth. They had yet to actually fuck, Kora surprisingly shy about the prospect and Vincent not wanting to pressure her into anything. He had no issues with what they had been doing thus far with their hands and mouths but a man can’t help but want more when there’s a gorgeous woman pressed against his cock and moaning his name.

What was most pressing to him now though was finding out who the other man was whose name she had cried in her sleep. “You do snore,” he tells her, and sits up so she's resting in his lap, arms thrown over his shoulders with the change in position, and the grin she gives him is one that would be easy to kiss off her face if he were so inclined. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yes, you can join me in the shower.” She tucks her head under his screen in an effort to redirect the conversation, pressing little kisses to his neck that he’s absolutely not getting distracted by.

Well, maybe a little. But he felt like this was probably an important conversation to have, so he holds her shoulders and pulls her back from him a bit. “Kora,” he says softly, and she looks away from him, likely knowing this was about her nightmares. “Who is Gideon?” 

The way that she stiffens against him is immediate, her face dropping in shock as she tears her eyes back to him. “How do you-”

“You said his name,” he offers, “in your sleep.” Her shoulders drop, face tilting down so she’s not looking at him anymore. “I’m not mad, Kora, if that’s what you think-”

“You’d have no reason to be mad,” she says, sounding almost defeated. “And even if you were I wouldn’t care.”

“Right.” That fucking stung a little, but he could understand- she was feeling vulnerable, defensive. He would react the same way if he felt he was backed into a corner. “And that’s fine! I��m just- I’m not judging or anything, baby, I just want to understand what’s going on. I’ve never seen you act like that sleeping before.” 

Kora looks up at him from under her lashes, expression uncomfortable before she sighs, lays her head on his shoulder. She mumbles something into his neck, and when he tilts his head to hear her better she repeats herself; “Gideon was my husband.”

“Your what?” Vincent looks down at her, tucked comfortably against his chest, and feels her snort of laughter more than he hears it.

“Husband. You know, holy matrimony? ‘Til death do we part?’ It didn’t really mean anything,” she adds, bringing a hand up to trail along his arm like she was distracting herself. “We were childhood friends, me and Gideon. People always joked about us getting married growing up because of how close we were, and then he realized he was gay before he went to college and-” She cut herself off, clearing her throat lightly, nodding to the photo on the stand and confirming his suspicions that the image was of the two of them. “Anyway, he figured having a wife was a good way to clear any potential rumors about himself while he was away- you know, all ‘no, sir, I couldn’t possibly be a homosexual, look at this photo of the lovely missus back home-’ and it wasn’t like I had anyone else begging to marry me. It was a great cover for him, really.”

Vincent stares down at her, aghast. “What about you ?” The selfish fucker, using Kora for his own agenda. He looks over at the photo on the desk, memorizing the lines of the bat’s face in case he ever sees him out and about in Hell; no way the slimy shit had ended up in Heaven-

“What about me?” She looks up at him, eyes still wide and earnest. “I had nothing to lose from the arrangement.” Her face is calm as she talks about him. “I mean, maybe missing out on a real husband- love, a real family, you know, but I wanted Gideon to be safe more than I wanted those things for myself.”

He reaches up, holds her face in both hands when he pulls her back and presses a kiss to her lips. “You are… too good,” he says when she smiles against him. “Too good for Hell, too good for him; if he’s down here and I ever see him, I’ll- fuck, Kora, what’s wrong?” Her eyes had filled with tears again, trying to turn away from him but unable with his hands on either side of her head. “What did I say?”

“Nothing, it’s fine, you didn’t know-” She gestures to the photo on her nightstand, bringing a hand up to wipe at the new tears. “He, um. Got caught during one of the Exterminations after we found each other down here. Gideon is gone.”

His heart aches for her, pulling her against his chest again and smoothing his hand over her hand, lightly scratching behind her ears. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he tells her, even though personally he thinks the shithead got what was coming to him. What kind of person completely disregards their friend’s happiness like that? “I shouldn’t have even brought it up.”

“You couldn’t have known. And besides,” she says, pressing a kiss to the side of his screen, “it’s cute to see you all concerned and shit. Now come on, it’s Sunday- we’ve got stuff to do, groceries to get, plants to water.” Sunday was the one night a week they had off together now that their work schedules had finally evened out and become more regular

“Plants for me to water, you mean,” he says, and ducks with a laugh when she slings a pillow in his direction.

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The Hell version of a grocery store was just as terrible as the ones topside, but it was a little easier to manage with another person. If there was a crowd in front of one item they needed, Vincent would wait until it dissipated while Kora went for the next thing on the list. They had similar tastes and similar budgets, which meant the cart was full of the basic necessities they needed for the week together and a few things they couldn’t live without- for Vincent it was licorice, and potato chips for Kora. Nearly ready to go, Kora leaves him in line to go grab a new coffee that she had spotted for them to try, and in her absence who else would approach but Vincent’s almost least favorite co-worker?

“Vinnie, my boy!” Richard Riot approaches with a too-hard slap on the back, and Vincent plasters a polite smile across his pixels and silently wishes for Kora to hurry the fuck up. “Early morning for a late nighter, don’t you think? Don’t tell me you aren’t planning on joining the crew at the bar later!”

“I wasn’t aware of any such plans, sir,” he says, trying very casually to look around Richard’s giant eye to see if he could spot Kora. And yes- there she was, two aisles down, he spotted her tail crossing the main walkway. “I’d hate to intrude.”

“Nonsense! Why, I’ve been telling just about anyone that will listen that you’re one to keep an eye out for, lad- with your wit and that charming head of yours I think you’d be a real hit!”

“Wouldn’t he just?” And thank fuck, Kora to the rescue, dumping the coffee into the cart and stepping in front of him, a hand held out for Richard to shake. “I tell him all the time that he should be in front of the camera, not off holding papers behind it.” She gives him that dazzling smile that she has, and Vincent can see the brain cells in Richard’s head dying in the presence of a pretty woman.

“Vinnie, you didn’t tell me you had a gal,” Richard admonishes him, pressing a kiss to the back of Kora’s hand- and boy wouldn’t it just be a shame if the news anchor were punched in the eye-face right now? “And such a pretty one, too! Where have you been hiding her?”

“This is Kora,” he says, ignoring the comment about her being his ‘gal,’ but still throwing an arm around her shoulder and subtly pulling her out of the cyclops’ reach.  “We’re just getting groceries for the week, we really should be going, Rich.”

He nods his head, eye still cast adoringly on Kora. “Of course, of course! I mean it though, Vinnie, you and this lovely lady need to come out with us tonight! You can find us at Spite tonight, eight PM- don’t be late!” And he finally fucks off to whatever he had come to the store for, probably condoms or more shitty hair gel or whatever for his piece that fooled exactly no one since eyeballs didn’t have fucking hair.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts by Kora’s hand on his arm. “You okay? I know you don’t like him much.”

He shrugs away from her touch. “It’s not that I don’t like the guy,” he says, “he just tends to get… sleazy. Fake. I don’t like that in a reporter.” The words tickle something in the back of his brain that he pushes away, shoves back into the further recesses of his mind again- something from when he was alive, no doubt. “Come on, let's get checked out and head home.”

Home. Because it wasn’t just Kora’s place anymore- it was his, too. His books that he was gradually collecting had joined hers on the shelf; he had a favorite coffee mug that she brought to him on lazy mornings; there was a shark throw pillow on the living room couch because Kora had seen it and thought of him. Vincent no longer felt like just a guest there, someone that Kora was ‘helping out.’ She wanted him there as much as he wanted to stay.

Per usual, they argue a bit with the imp cashier over coupons and discounts for a few minutes before they can be back on their way, a couple of bags each carried the few blocks back to the apartment. Kora puts the cold items away while Vincent reorganizes the cabinets and restocks the toiletries they had purchased, like Kora’s shampoo and the hand soap that they both liked. It doesn’t take long, and they both collapse back into the couch with a book in hand- Vincent leaned against the shark pillow, Kora leaned against him.

After a bit of time spent decompressing from the store, Vincent breaks the silence. “Hey, that thing at the bar that Rich mentioned- we don’t have to go to that if you don’t want to. I know it was… kinda a rough morning.” She tilts her head back to look at him, eyebrows drawn with the slightest hint of irritation.

“Just because I had a nightmare doesn’t mean I don’t want to go out,” she tells him. “I could not want to go out for lots of reasons- this morning doesn’t necessarily need to be one of them.”

He runs a hand down her arm. “Do you want to go out? It's still early enough in the day, we can decide later. It’s whatever you want- whether because of earlier or not.”

She rotates in his hold, bringing her knees up on the couch to straddle him. “What I want right now,” she says coyly, pulling his book from his grasp and setting it down on the coffee table- and he would have to have a word with her about that later, because he hadn’t gotten to throw his bookmark in there to mark his place- “is for you to let your gal give you some attention.” She throws him a wink and runs her hands over his chest, slipping them up under the hem of his shirt.

Vincent knows that she’s mostly trying to shift the conversation away from this morning  and what she had revealed to him, the vulnerability she had shown in her sleep. And maybe he would try to bring it up again at a later time, but for now all the blood in his body is redirecting to his lap and he could only deny himself the chance to have her so many times. He pulls Kora into a kiss, soft and sweet before tongues are introduced into the equation, and then he’s not thinking of anything for a while but the feeling of his hands on her hips and the taste of her in his mouth.

Casual, lazy orgasms out of the way and both feeling relaxed and loose, they spend most of the rest of the day just enjoying one another’s company, reading on the couch with Kora’s head tucked up under his screen. She makes them an easy midday meal of grilled cheese, and as Vincent finishes his book Kora takes a short nap curled comfortably into his chest.

She wakes around six-thirty, stretching so hard on top of Vincent that her limbs shake and she lets out a soft whine of pleasure that he smiles at, scratching lightly at the top of her head. “Sleep well?” He asks, and she hums and props her elbow on his chest to rest her head in her hand.

“You make an excellent pillow,” she tells him, “despite how hard your chest is. It’s a marvel, really.”

He smirks, pulls her closer to kiss her. “Flattery will get you everywhere with me, Goldie,” he says, sliding his fingers into her hair to deepen the kiss, but she pulls away from him, expression thoughtful. “What’s up? Do you not like ‘Goldie?’ I can-”

“I think I do want to go to that bar with your coworkers,” she says, and he knows that his eyebrows have ticked up. “I think we could use a night out- as much as I enjoy your company it might be nice to see some other people for a change.”

He’s already nodding before she finishes talking- there wasn’t much that she could ask for that he wouldn’t do, that he wouldn’t give her. “You got it, baby- you planning on just wearing what you got on?” He gestures down the length of her body, clad only in one of her t-shirts and panties, pants and bra having come off the moment they got home like they always did.

“Hardy-har,” she deadpans, knocking on the side of his head. “I’ll go change and we can head out?” He releases her, watching her tail wag lightly behind her as she ducks into the bathroom. He reclines back into the couch, plucking at his shirt- he would throw a blazer or something over his t-shirt, a bar didn’t sound formal enough that he thought he would have to get super dressed up. Maybe he would wait and see what Kora wore and base his own outfit off that.

He doesn’t have to wait long before he hears the squeak of the bedroom door, and he’s reminded of the time he had seen her in just her towel in the hallway when he chokes on his own spit at the sight of her.

Her golden hair is still pulled up into its usual ponytail, but he hadn’t even known that she owned a shirt that wasn’t three sizes too large and emblazoned with some shitty joke on it. It was short-sleeved and tight, a little bow resting at the top of the buttons that covered what would have been a decent view of Kora’s cleavage. A soft blue, it was tucked into the band of a dark skirt that fell just above her knees, a pair of boots he had never seen before bridging the space between her feet and skirt so there was just a sliver of skin between. She had thrown something onto her eyes, framing them with some dark makeup shit that he didn’t understand, and she looked fucking perfect .

Held at knifepoint he probably still would have said he preferred her as she usually was- too large t-shirt thrown haphazardly over her body while she stood in the kitchen making coffee, or her cute billowy uniform shirt from the diner- but this… this could be real nice every once in a while.

“Who are you,” he asks, standing from the couch to circle her like a shark, “and what have you done with my Kora?”

“What do you think?” She gives him a little spin, the skirt twirling the slightest bit with the motion and flashing him with a bit more of her creamy thighs. “I know it’s a little outside of the norm but I thought I should look, you know, at least a little nicer meeting your coworkers.”

“You look fan-fucking-tastic,” he tells her, taking her hand to give her another rotation, pulling her against his chest when it ends. “You sure you wanna go out? We could just stay in; you could let me hike that skirt up and-”

Kora grabs his hand where he’s started to slide it down her back towards her ass, moving it back to the safety of her waist. “Nice try,” she says, “but you already said it was whatever I wanted. I would like to have a couple drinks and dance a little.” She gives him a lookover and that soft smile of hers. “Maybe a blazer over that?” She says, plucking at his shirt.

“Read my mind, doll,” he says, and reluctantly releases her to grab his one nice blazer and throw it on over his t-shirt. He pulls his shoes on by the door while Kora grabs a purse- a purse! Kora with a purse, instead of her little wallet that she keeps shoved into the pockets of her jeans most of the time- and they enjoy the slightly cooler air of a Hellish evening on the short walk into Imp City.

Vincent makes sure that Kora walks on the inside of the sidewalk, away from the street- his father might not have been around enough to teach him much, but how to treat a woman in public was certainly one of them. He was disproportionately aware of other demons on the street, beady, hungry eyes trained on Kora’s body as they walked. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him, a sharp toothed snarl and a glare directed at anyone that got closer than looking across the street.

He realized he might have a slight problem when they entered Spite and his coworkers descended on her like sharks- bringing her hand to their mouths to press a kiss there, offering her drinks, complimenting him on how lovely she was. Which, yeah, fucking duh. Kora, the good girl that she was, stuck by his side while all of the introductions were done, probably half of the news crew at the bar with them. He figured all that time working at the diner must have prepared her for dealing with overeager shitheads who needed to chill out and get their hands off of her-

“There you are, Vinnie- and you brought the lovely Kora with you!” There was Richard, strolling onto the scene, the mean glowing glare of Joy Jagoff behind him with folded arms. “Have you had a drink yet, my dear? Vinnie, you haven’t even gotten her a drink yet? Come on, my boy, this isn’t amateur hour- let me buy your first drink, Kora, I insist. And don’t worry,” he says to Vincent, the strange tip of his eyeball head likely meant to signify some kind of fucked up wink. “I’ll be sure to bring your gal back in one piece!” He leads Kora away with a hand placed gently on her shoulder, and her face when she glances back at him is amused before the crowd closes and she’s lost to him.

Somehow he can still hear the clicking of Joy’s heels over the music as she approaches him. “Good to see you, Vincent,” she says, trailing a furry paw over his shoulders and down one of his arms. “Didn’t know you were into mutts.”

“Don’t call her that,” he snaps, and her snout turns up into a smile. “It’s her first time out in a while, I don’t need you sucking your name out of the evening.”

She smirks, her ears twitching on her head as she comes to stand in front of him. “Funny! You know, that’s something I’ve always liked about you. You ever get tired of amateur fucking with a bitch in heat you let me know.” She plasters a huge, fake smile on her stupid bear face and turns around. “Gosh, you must be Kora! Vinnie has told us hardly anything about you- it’s almost like he’s embarrassed!”

Kora and Richard have returned, something bright blue and probably fruity in her hand, but she doesn’t look happy as she stares Joy down. She makes eye contact with him though, and the corner of her lip quirks up. “Wish I could say the same about you- I hear so many complaints about you I can bear-ly stand it.”

The glass that Richard had handed to her crunched in her hand, eyes following Kora as she stepped around her to be by Vincent’s side. “Fucking excuse me?”

He’s holding back the chuckle in his throat when she leans into him, hand sliding up his chest to hang off his shoulder. “I’ve listened to your show though and I agree- simply un-bear-able.”

Joy snarls, her eyes glowing red and her hackles raising, claws emerging from her paws. “I will fucking kill you, you Fido-ass bitch-”

“Okay, ladies!” Richard steps in front of Vincent and Kora, blocking them from Joy’s view, and Vincent takes the opportunity to shoot her an unrestrained, manic grin- he hadn’t known she would say something like that. “Let’s have a time out here, okay? No reason to get hostile.” Joy glares at Kora from around Richard’s shoulder but backs off.

Kora, though, isn’t done apparently. She slips her arm around Vincent’s and pulls him away from the pair of them. “A paw-s is a good idea,” she says, with a pointed glance at Joy’s hands, “since Vincent and I are going to dance. Bye!” Richard chokes on a laugh that he poorly tries to cover up as a cough, and they can hear Joy bitching at him until they’re finally out of earshot in the middle of the dancefloor.

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Vincent hadn’t liked bars on Earth. He thought they were crowded and smelly, and the women that tried to dance with him always smelled cloyingly of fake florals or fucking sunshine or some shit. The drinks were expensive, the other guys were like territorial bulls, and there was always some kind of fight breaking out.

But Vincent had never been to a bar with Kora before, and that apparently made all the difference.

She wasn’t a good dancer- she didn’t move like the rest of the sinners on the floor, instead opting to hold her fruity drink in one hand that she slowly nursed and just vaguely bob along to the music beside him, a wide smile on her face while she watched everyone else and him. She made friends with a few of the women nearby who complimented her on her outfit, asked her about her drink, the usual stuff that he assumed women got up to in bars. 

They wandered back over to the group of his coworkers for a bit, and Kora was a hit- with the exception of Joy, of course, who stood off to the side glowering and muttering under her breath. Everyone ignored her- Richard at one point threw an arm around Kora’s shoulder and tried to convince her that she should get into the news, that a fresh, beautiful face like hers on a mid-morning weather report would do wonders for their rating. Perfect woman that she was, she politely declined before dragging Vincent back to the dance floor, her drink now empty and abandoned and both hands around his waist.

A woman stumbled over to him, clearly shitfaced, and tried to kiss him- her hand sliding along the bottom of his screen and trying to tilt him down to meet her lips. Kora’s hand reaches over just in time, a finger pressed to the woman’s forehead and lightly pushing her away; it didn’t take much, as unsteady as the woman was. “Find your own,” Kora said, bringing her hand back to grip at Vincent’s forearm. “This one is mine.”

His body is at war for a moment while it tries to decide if it wants to send blood to his face or his cock, finally compromising with equal custody and leaving him blushing and half hard in his jeans. He pulls her back against him, not grinding, just wanting to feel her, breathing in the scent of her when she tips her head back, smiling at him. “You wanna get out of here?” They’d been out for a few hours now, nearing midnight, and she had to work in the morning.

The lines under her eyes crinkle. “Sure. Should we say goodbye to everyone?”

“Nah, they’ll figure it out. I bitch a lot but they’re a smart crew.” He leads Kora by the hand to the front of the club, where fate has placed Joy Jagoff right by the entrance. Her eyes are bloodshot and blurry, and when she speaks her words are slurred.

“Off to go fuck your bitch, Vinnie? Let me know when you’re ready for a real woman- let the cameraman watch and broadcast live on Nine Rings News.” She snorts into her glass. “That’ll give Richard his fucking ratings.”

Kora’s eyebrows crease angrily for a moment before she gives Joy a smile. “I think he’s good! And we’d love to stay but you know how it is, the cabs take fur-ever to get out here, right Vin?” They weren’t getting a cab- Kora just wanted to fuck with her, and she got her wish.

Joy lunges for her, Kora staying quick on her feet and sidestepping the lumbering demoness, letting her plow right into a small crowd of people who then struggle to hold her back. Richard’s eye appears in the mess of people, catching sight of Vincent and Kora as they duck, laughing, out the door at Joy’s scream of “YOU HAVE FUR TOO, BITCH!”

He hears Richard’s chuckle before the door closes behind them. “I think I like Vinnie’s Golden Girl,” he says to the group, and then they’re deposited onto the sidewalk in front of Spite, Kora giggling into his shoulder.

“You think she’s gonna hunt me down?” Kora asks him, and her eyes are wide and excited and he can’t resist the urge to lean down and kiss her, long and slow right in front of the bar.

“I’ll keep you safe, Goldie, don’t worry about it.” He takes her hand and the walk back home is done mostly in silence, less sinners out on the street for him to snarl and glare at than there were on the way to the bar. They get home safely, and Kora collapses onto the couch, yanking at her boots before Vincent kneels before her and unzips them, placing them neatly at the door. 

She’s watching him closely when he turns back to face her, leaning forward on her knees with her head propped in her hand. “Have you wondered why we haven’t had sex yet?” She asks him, and he feels his eyebrows tick upwards.

“I mean. Kind of? I wasn’t gonna say anything though- I figured we were just taking it slow. Which is fine,” he hurries to add, worried that she would think he was somehow disappointed with what they’d done thus far. “I’m not complaining at all-”

“I want to,” she says, and his cock throbs before he remembers where they’ve been all evening.

“You- Kora, you were drinking, we can’t,” he starts, and she brings a hand up to cup the bottom of his screen.

“One drink,” she tells him. “Nursed over the course of about two and a half hours and nothing since. And even if I hadn’t had that drink, I would still want to. I’m barely tipsy.” And she gives him the goddamn look- the one he can’t fucking say no to, when she wants her sugary popcorn or for him to pick up her nasty potato chips on the way home from the station, when she’s on her knees in front of him begging him to come in her mouth or on her tits. “Please? I want you to- you know, be the first one.”

He’s already ready to tell her yes when he registers what she’s said, a crackle sparking between his antennae and his face blinking off for a moment. “Sorry, what? Kora, you were married! You never-”

“Vin.” She looks at him with her eyebrows scrunched, hint of a smile on her face. “Gideon was gay , remember? Trust me, he didn’t want anything to do with what I have down here. And I might have kissed a few guys in high school and shit but I didn’t want to give it to anyone else.” She takes his hand, slides it up under her skirt to brush his fingers against the dampness between her thighs. “I want you, though. Please?”

And fuck, how could he say no to that- when she was pleading with him with his digits pressed to her soaked pussy, stroking the bottom of his screen with her soft hand with that upturned tick to her eyebrows. “Come here, baby,” he says, and removes his hand to wrap her legs around his waist and pick her up from the couch. “If we’re doing this we’re doing it right,” he tells her, and she presses a kiss against his face when he kicks the door open. He sits her on the edge of the bed, undoing the bow and buttons on her shirt, kissing his way down her body and working at her skirt next. When she’s naked before him he strips his own clothing off, climbing into the bed next to her and letting his throbbing erection just rest against her hip.

“Not yet,” he says when she reaches for him, and he kisses her softly as he slides his fingers into her- nothing they hadn’t already done, but he has a purpose this time, actually preparing her to take him. The thought zips through his body like electricity straight to his prick, and he can’t help the way he ruts softly against her skin. He’s gentle as he stretches and opens her up, groaning into her mouth at the way her hips grind down on his fingers and she gasps when he brushes that soft sweet spot inside. He focuses his attention there, brushing his thumb lightly over her clit and she’s coming, tensing in his arms and crying out his name.

Vincent was going to be the first person to fuck her. The first person she wanted to fuck her, a badge of fucking honor that he would wear for the rest of his afterlife, that he was the one she had deemed good enough, worthy enough for this. It makes him dizzy with arousal, and when her breathing evens out he rolls them so he’s hovering over her, positioning his cock at her entrance, dripping with her release and so fucking warm against the tip of him. “Are you ready?” He breathes out, and she nods, eyes clenching shut.

“Look at me, Kora. I need a verbal. Are you ready?”

Her eyes snap open, pupils blown wide and her lips trembling. “Yes, I’m ready,” she says determinedly, and he takes her mouth in a deep kiss while he pushes into her body.

Wet. Hot. Tight. Fuck fuck fuck.

He wars with himself for a moment and resists the urge to thrust. He’d not been inside a woman since he was alive, and it had been a good bit before he had died- not that he hadn’t had offers, he just hadn’t been interested, always chasing after his next big story for the station. He needed to give her time to adjust, let her enjoy it; make sure that she liked it so that she would want to do it again.

“Vin?” When he looks down at her, her eyes are clear, smile amused. “I’m a virgin, not a glass doll. You can move.” She thrusts her hips upward to prove her point, and his fingers dig into the meat of her hip.

“Fuck, fuck, I know. I just- I don’t want to hurt you,” he says earnestly, and the kiss she gives him in reward is the closest to Heaven he’ll find here in Hell.

“That’s sweet,” she assures him. “But for the love of Satan, please move. I’m ready- fuck me.”

Vincent chuckles into her mouth. “I suppose what the lady wants, she gets,” he says, and he draws himself back out of the vice grip of her cunt to push back in with a sharp snap of his hips. The moan she lets out at that is delicious, and he repeats the action, the sound punching out of her over and over again as he finds his rhythm, fucking into the beautiful woman below him like a man possessed.

She’s fucking perfect around him, the clutch of her on his cock the best thing he had probably ever felt in life or death. She was slick and welcoming for him, legs wrapped around the back of his like she wanted to keep him there forever. And he would happily oblige, he thought deliriously, bringing his knees up for a different angle that lifted her hips, brushed the tip of his prick against that sweet bundle of nerves inside of her. Kora choked out a whimper, her mouth hanging open as he jerks his hips into her, his name spilling out with curses like some sacrilegious prayer.

He brings his hand between them to rub at her clit again, and she tightens impossibly on him. Her breath catches in her throat, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on his arms, his shoulders, anything that she could reach. “Vincent, please,” she whispers, and he feels his stomach drop, balls tightening as his orgasm races towards him.

He needed her to come first. He would fucking die if she didn’t. He intensifies his efforts on her clit, presses short, desperate kisses to her mouth, her face, her chest. “You feel so good, baby, fuck- gonna come, need you to come for me- God, Kora-”

She whimpers his name when her orgasm strikes, her body tensing up hard under him and around him- the walls of her cunt ripple and drag his release from his body, distantly aware of her whining in his ear as he spends himself inside of her, long pulses of his come spilling as he continues to buck into her, mind blissfully blank before it blacks out completely.

When Vincent comes back, Kora is leaning over him like she had the first time it happened- this time, she has a smile on her face so bright she could power Imp City. “So that was good, then?” She asks him, and he growls a little, reaching up and pulling her down to his chest with a ruffle to her hair and a quick pull of the tail.

She giggles and quickly relents in her attempted escape from him, letting him pull her back into his arms and snuggling into his chest, head against the elevated thumping of his heart. “Thank you,” she whispers into his skin, so soft he’s almost not sure he heard it.

“I feel like I should be thanking you,” he tells her. “That’s twice now you’ve made me literally black out from how hard I came- maybe I should get you some flowers or something.” He can feel her smile against his chest and can’t resist a little tease- “Fake flowers, of course, Lucifer knows you can’t keep anything alive in this place without me-”

“Oh, fuck off,” she mumbles, reaching halfheartedly for the pillow on the other side of the bed without opening her fluttering eyelids- Vincent moves it, very casually, out of her reach. “I mean it- that was perfect. Thank you.” Kora goes quiet, her breathing still elevated where it ghosts across his flesh. 

“So, no round two tonight?” And this time she climbs fully off his chest to grab the pillow and shove it into his face, failing to muffle her laughter when he bites into it and feathers explode in the air, falling like snow around them.

[justhere4kpop]

Listen

Idol!Song Mingi x Reader

Mingi wants you to this to their new single before they release it. Will you like it?

tags: @layzfeelit, @senpai-of-doom Love you guys!!

WC: 2330

a/n: I couldn't sleep when I thought of this so I wrote down the idea and then thought about it all night. I hope you guys like it! Thanks for the continued support! I'm so happy to be writing again!

Masterlist

You knew dating an idol would be hard when it came to seeing each other regularly. You knew fans would take a majority of their time, you knew practice, recording, fittings, photoshoots, music video shoots, lessons, and all the other things would take priority over your time together. You knew all these things yet you still fell for the man in front of you showing up with yellow and red hair. 

I met Mingi in 2020, I was hired to help KQ’s next group of trainees, KQ Fellaz 2. I refer to them as the babies. I help them with the language homework, mostly English, but I can help them with Japanese too. I help them make TikToks, Instagram reels, YouTube Shorts….you get the picture. I’m basically their mom but I’m paid to be. They are nice boys….even when they torment me. Oh right! I was talking about how we met. The two I had in Fellaz were off for the day but Eden asked me to come in since I could work the board while Ateez was recording a song at the time. I hung out there for at least a good 18 hours, maybe 20. I was so tired the next day I had to wheel myself in a rolling chair all day. Mingi went to the 7-11 with me a few times to pick up snacks and drinks those 2 days and well…he just kind of started getting snacks with me everyday until he said something cheesy like “You’re my snack cake.” and I laughed so hard I think soda came out of my nose. Or was that the time hot chocolate came out? Both of those hurt by the way. 

“Jesus Christ, someone's going to recognize you!” I whisper-screamed, pulling him into my apartment. “Is it new?” I smiled looking at his new hair.

“Just did it today.” Mingi smiled at me. “Do…you like it?” he asked a sudden wave of nerves hitting him.

“Like it? Are you crazy? You look like Rengoku from Demon Slayer, I more than like it. I love it. Oh Rengoku, gone too soon from this world.” I wiped my fake tears away over my one of many fictional husbands.

“I am right here you know.” Mingi dead-panned.

“I am aware, and very grateful for that fact.” I kissed his cheek.

“I missed you.” he pulled me back against him, holding me gently.

“I missed you.” I mumbled into his chest. “How’s the album coming along?”

“I really like you’ll love this song Jagiya.” he swayed us lightly. “Especially since you loved Hala Hala so much.”

“Oh? So is it a continuation? Hmm? Mingiiii tell me…tell me tell me tell me!!!!” I smiled and jumped up and down a little causing him to smile.

“I’ve already said too much.” he chuckled. “How are the babies?”

“Hmm? Oh you know them. Minjae and Sumin like to call me grandma. I’m not that old. Right? Why are you laughing?” I pouted up at him.

“Because that sounds exactly like them.” he laughed more. “Does that make me grandpa?”

“No you’re Big Brother Mingi.” I frowned more. 

“Oh? Do they know we’re dating?”

“Yeah and Junghoon and Jinsik don’t leave me alone about it. HoW cAn He DaTe SoMeOnE sO oLd?” I rolled my eyes. “They pick on me all the time MinMin.”

“Oh god you still remember that?” he smiled.

“Come on, let's sit down.” I motioned to the couch.

“Yes ma’am”

“Not you too.” I giggled.

With the Fellaz getting ready for Kcon Thailand I knew I was going to be busy, they were still excited from getting to tour with Ateez and show off themselves. The whole group was practically buzzing all the time. I tried so hard to get them to focus on the English lesson today. It was a goddamn nightmare.

“You look stressed y/n.” Hongjoong looked at me as I was hiding in the practice room.

“I am stressed, their maniacs today.”

“Maniac 나사 빠진 것처럼 미쳐” Wooyoung sang overhearing me.

“Haha you’re so funny.” I sighed. 

“Jagiya? What are you doing here?” Mingi came back into the room.

“Hiding. They’re crazy today. It took 3 hours to get through the lesson they had today. It should’ve only taken 1!”

“Do you think they’re just bored?” Hongjoong asked.

“Probably, and they absolutely adore being onstage, I don’t blame them, it’s what they’re paid to do and of course it’s what they want to do. I just…today was rough. Maybe some of the jokes hurt a little more today than I let on, I’m not mad, just maybe I’m a little tired of being called old? I’m not that much older, just a few years.” I pouted from the floor.

“Just one of those days where you feel a little more sensitive. I get it.” Mingi sat down next to me. “You didn’t sleep well last night, I can tell.”

“How?” I looked at him like he just told someone my darkest secret.

“You messaged me three tiktok edits of myself at 3am, seven edits and 5 twitter posts at 5am and then at 8am you messaged me with a youtube video of Mingi being Mingi for 10 minutes straight”

“Sorry.” I said as small as I could.

He put his arm around me. “Don’t be, I’m sorry you couldn’t sleep.” he kissed the side of my head.

Mingi and I very rarely get to spend more than a few hours together so finally being able to have a day off together to be together is a warm welcome. He came over the night before so we truly had 24 whole hours together. We made ramen, we played a few rounds of Guitar Hero, then we watched a movie and let’s say….he really showed off what he fingers could do. Waking up next to him was the start to a day I didn’t want to end anytime soon. Pulled into his chest as his soft exhales hit the top of my head. I wanted to stay there forever. 

“Mmmm stay.” he mumbled out, feeling me shift around.

“Mingi, we’ll have to get up at some point.”

“Not now.” he pulled me back into him. “5 more minutes.”

“Alright…5 more minutes, but then I really need a shower.” he rubbed my back soothingly.

“5…mo…re….minut…..” he had already fallen back asleep…..was he even awake in the first place? Probably not. “I love you.” he mumbled out softly.

“I love you too.” I whispered back to him so I didn’t wake him up.

So we stayed in bed for probably 30 more minutes. I lost track of time hearing him mumble things in his sleep and watching him take a well needed rest. He’s so cute when he’s sleeping.

“Hmm?” he stirred, finally waking up.

“Morning Sleeping Beauty.” I giggled and gave him a soft kiss.

“Mmmph. You can wake me up like that more if you want.” he said voice still thick with sleep.

“I’ll think about it.”

“I could get used to this.” he smiled, eyes still closed as if trying to go back to sleep once more.

“What? Sleeping in?” I chuckled.

“Waking up next to you.” he kissed me this time.

He still gives me butterflies.

“We don’t have to be at work today and you want to go to the studio?” I asked from the bathroom sink while brushing my teeth.

“Yeah I want to show you something!” he called out from the shower. “You’ll like it I promise!”

“You promise that a lot!” I called back.

“And I’m always right, except that time we ordered Tempura and got a fried banana in there by surprise!”

“I mean it wasn’t bad, just unexpected.” I chuckled at the memory. “Oh! I saw the promotional photo this morning while you were asleep!” He turned off the shower and came out wrapped in a towel. “All I’m saying is that if I don’t get you at least once, I’m definitely changing biases.” I chuckled. “Also you’re never allowed to change that hair.”

“Well I guess I’ll have to make sure that doesn’t happen.” he smiled and picked me up to set me on the counter. “I love you.”

“I love you.” I closed the distance with a kiss. “Get dressed.”

“We don’t have to leave right away,” he shrugged.

“Oh? Once wasn’t enough I see.”

“Jagi, once is never going to be enough.”

I snorted. Sometimes he’s sappy, sometimes he’s just plain horny. Sometimes either one makes me laugh, or both. 

I let him lead me through to the studio since he obviously had this all planned.

“And we’re in the studio because??”

“I want you to listen to something.” he smiled.

“Huh?”

“I want YOU to listen to Something.” he gestured to the computer.

“Okay I don’t know why this couldn’t wait until tomorrow.” I sat down and put the headphones on. “Ready when you are boss.” I gave him a thumbs up. I heard the synth and then Seonghwa.”Is this the new single?!” I looked at him and he had a big smile on his face. “Mingi!” I paused it. “You can’t be showing me this!”

“I can and I will. You work here, it's not like it’s a secret we have a comeback soon.”

“Mingiiii.” I pouted a little. This is a big deal, he’s never shown me things before release, not that he didn’t want to, he just never had the time. 

“Please keep listening.” he adjusted the headphones back onto my ears. I gave him a nod and he started the song over so I could listen. 

I nodded along listening to everyone come in, it wasn’t until-

“IS THAT YEOSANG!?” I yelped out at the deep voice coming through. Mingi just nodded. It got to the chorus and I was hooked. I paused it for a second and rewound it to the start of the chorus.

“Oh no.” I looked at him and his face fell. “Oh no I love it.” I hit play again listening to the words flow into my eardrums.

“YA!” He hit my arm and I let out a laugh.

I bobbed my head along starting the chorus over again before letting it continue. “Oh Hongjoong!” I smiled listening a little closer.

“Who Are You? It’s just-” I paused it again hearing Mingi’s voice come through.

“No.” I looked at him. “That’s you?!” I squealed, unplugging the headphones and playing it again and again. Not even letting the first line finish. “Wait…” I played it again. “No Fix On?”

“It’s for a purpose.” he chuckled, enjoying this all too much.

“You guys and all your lore, I’ll never catch up.” I smiled and hit play again.

“Who are you? It’s just me, myself, and I.” the recording sang out. 

This time I finally let it finish and I immediately started it over not saying a single word this time, just listening to it ring out in the space. Okay. Wow.

“Ok?” he started fidgeting nervously.

“I’m obsessed.” I smiled. “It’s…literally so good. I like can’t even speak right now. I feel like I’m in shock.”

“Really?”

“You’re gonna hear that song a lot Princess…I don’t think it’s leaving my queue for a solid month after it releases.”

“You mean it?” he started beaming.

“I really do Mingi. It’s so good.” I smiled while hitting play one more time.

This is a big deal for him, he wrote this song with Hongjoong, he let you listen to it first, he let you listen to a part of him he’d put out for everyone before anyone else and he watched you smile like he gave you the world. Mingi never doubted that he loved you, he never doubted asking you out, never doubted following you to the 7-11, but in this moment watching you accept the piece of him he offered he fell for you ten times over.

“I love you so much.” He pulled me into his lap as the song began to loop. He had a few unshed tears in his eyes.

“I love you so much more, Mingi.” I smiled and held his hand in mine. “This was the best day off ever.”

“Well I can think of a few other things we could do with our time.” he raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah not in the studio.” I chuckled. “Yet.”

“Oh so that’s a maybe.” he laughed as I got up off his lap to get my things.

“It’s a maybe someday, but not today. However if you speed back to my place it’s a definitely in my bedroom kinda day. Maybe you can even sing your part again for me.” I pulled my purse over my shoulder just as he scooped me up.

“You my dear drive a hard bargain.”

“Not the only thing hard is it MinMin.” I winked and we walked out of the studio together.

“Yeah….I could absolutely get used to this.” he smiled hearing me hum the song a little.

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Bonus:

“So when does preorder start?” I asked refreshing my web page for the 5th time in 3 minutes.

“You know you could just ask and I’ll grab one.” Mingi watched my eyes strain at my phone screen.

“But then what’s the point?” I looked up. “It won’t count towards sales! And you’d rig it so I definitely got your photocard and I want to know if I’ll keep pulling Woo or not.”

“I’m pretty sure you pay your own paycheck at this point.” he sighed deeper.

“Ah!” I jumped up and hit a few buttons and clicked a few things before grabbing my wallet and typing in more things and pulling my card out to look at it. “Okay done.”

*A Few Weeks Later*

“What do you mean you got 6 albums!?” Mingi looked at the stack in my arms.

“And this was just a preorder.” I smiled as I started taking the plastic off.

[lovebugspots]

you can see me?

pietro d. maximoff x reader

the language i'm having him speak instead of sokovian is serbian.

'think i forgot how to be happy...' 'something i'm not, but something i can be.' What was I made for - Billie Eilish fron the motion picture "Barbie"

'she lies and says shes in love with him' 'can't find a better man.' Better Man - Pearl Jam

you can see me? in chronological order.

information. chapter one: death day.

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The world was cold. Not warm and welcoming as her grandmother said it would be, all she could hear was the soft music of Pearl Jam from her room as she looked at the body she once had, the body that was being held by her twin, after being murdered by her boyfriend.

Her breathing became erratic as she was screaming for her brother, her voice not even making a sound in the living. She couldn't feel, she can't feel the coolness of the room, can't feel the cold ground her body laid.

People you love don't kill, why is she here then? Her brother's choked out sobs rang in her ears and she couldn't do anything...She tried to put a hand on his shoulder, and hug him but she just went through him.

Then she looked and saw a man, tall, well built...very well built. He had bright, almost white hair and brown roots, soft blue eyes and a but of stubble...

He got on his knees, and in a Sokovian accent, he said softly. 

"I am so sorry..." He mumbled as he looked at the woman and her eye's widen.

"Y-you can see me?" She whispers and he gave a half smile and nodded.

"Well, we both are  dead." He sassed lightly and she gave a half smile and chuckled, then looked back at her brother. Her eyes are watery, and her normally sun kissed skin was pale, ghostly pale. The unknown man gently wrapped his arms around the womans body and she started crying.

So, now here she is. 

Dead and crying into a dead strangers chest. He held her tightly as she sobbed, her just enveloped her in his arms as her tears soaked through his shirt. He placed a soft kiss of her forehead and held her.

He held her tightly, giving her something he desperately needed when he departed from his twin.

"Shh...то је у реду..." He muttered softly.

He held the new soul, the cops took her body and her distraught brother. And after hours almost she finally pulled away, and sniffled.

"Sorry...Crying on you without even knowing your name..." He chuckled and she gave a soft half smile.

"Pietro, Pietro Maximoff." She paused and tilted her head curiously.

"Like...as in Wanda Maximoff's brother Pietro?" Her tone was soft, and delicate as she knew it could be a sensitive subject.

He nodded, his heart breaking at just the mention of his sister.

He hurt, and she could tell.

"I'm Y/n Y/l/n..." She said softly and she scooted a bit over and hugged him once more.

"Yeah...we did just meet, but, I'm here. Since it seems like your the only other soul that can see me." He smiles and hugged her tight.

Maybe after all these years of just wandering around, he can find solace.

[creepswrites]

RED CHRISTMAS (Interlude)

unfortunately for all of you i love writing for the red christmas universe so! here's a lil something because i really wanted to expand on the dancing in the kitchen scene but i wasn't sure how i wanted to write it at the time. i guess there is a bit of tension here? depends on how you want to look at it lmao

Billy Lenz + Jess Bradford

Summary: So she put her hands on Billy's shoulders, watching him flounder with what to do. A soft laugh and Jess was taking his wrists, putting them at her waist. Billy's terrified green eyes were incredibly endearing. "When's the last time you were around people?" She asked softly - equal part curious and placating.

Jess hummed along to the music playing from the boom box while she washed the dishes from breakfast. She was making a mental plan of her afternoon: call Dr Steven Fell, find Agnes, and go talk to her. Easier said than done, certainly, but a girl could hope.

She was interrupted by a presence behind her. She just smiled slightly. "Do you want to help? You can dry them, if you'd like."

Billy hovered behind her, watching over her shoulder as she worked. Gently, she felt fingers against her upper back and she clenched her jaw to avoid jolting. Last thing she needed was Billy freaking out on her. So, after no movement from the sorority's impromptu guest, she resumed her work and hummed along to the song. After a soft moment, she heard Billy hum to the song with her.

Jess let herself smile. "Do you like music?" Silence. "This is a mixtape Claire made for us for the party the other night. She's very passionate about her music."

Billy hummed once in acknowledgement. Jess paused, setting the dish down on the rack to dry. She turned to face Billy, momentarily overwhelmed by how tall he was. He was usually hunched over, but even then he was pretty tall. "Do you want to dance?" She asked with a chuckle.

A fearful look crossed the man's face as Jess took his hand, pulling him more into the center of the kitchen. Barb and Phyl had gone to shower and she was pretty sure Peter was watching television in the other room.

So she put her hands on Billy's shoulders, watching him flounder with what to do. A soft laugh and Jess was taking his wrists, putting them at her waist. Billy's terrified green eyes were incredibly endearing. "When's the last time you were around people?" She asked softly - equal part curious and placating.

Billy glanced at her, chewing on his dry, chapped lips. He gave a little shrug and Jess hummed as she swayed them to the soft music, listening to the drawl of Let It Snow filter through the tinny music player. Her dance partner's stilted movements made it a bit difficult but, as they went on, he seemed to relax into a more fluid motion.

Not good by any means, no, but he wasn't a breath away from a panic attack. Which was all Jess could hope for.

Slowly, Jess moved her hands up behind his neck and hooked her fingers. Billy jolted from the cold but adjusted quick. He made a hissing sound, like a cat. "Sorry," Jess giggled.

"Sorry." Billy mimicked softly.

Jess tilted her head to the side. "How did you learn to do voices like that?"

Billy blinked owlishly at her, worrying his bottom lip under his teeth. "Billy, go entertain yourself." He practically shrieked in a woman's unfamiliar voice. "Go on, get out of my sight!" Jess stopped swaying to cup his face. Billy flinched violently but he saw her eyes before he could pull away. "Ow." Billy said instinctually.

Jess frowned, looking him over. The soft music made the air around them feel floaty, the moment soft and hazy.

She remembered the photos of Billy's mugshot. The pictures of a young boy clinging to a bloody baby bundle and screaming at police who apprehended him. She remembered the photos, his face stained with blood and tear tracks as his world had come crashing down.

His face hadn't changed much. Lost its youthful softness a little and he looked far more exhausted. Jess couldn't even imagine how much he'd been through...

Billy looked between her eyes, his own darting about frantically. As though he were searching for something. Peter's voice cheering for a sports team tried to cut through the moment, making Billy hiss. "Nasty pig bitch..." He grumbled.

Jess laughed. "You're not wrong..."

Billy laughed, a breathless and nervous sound. He avoided Jess's eyes, staring at the floor. Jess let out a soft sigh. "Billy, were you the-"

"Long." His voice was soft. Billy's voice was low, panicked. "Long time."

Jess wracked her brain to figure out what he was talking about. "It's been a long time since you've been around people?"

Billy nodded once, swallowing.

She observed him for a moment before letting out a sigh, deciding fuck it and hugging him, adjusting his head so it was against her neck. She felt him tense up immediately but Jess soothed, running her fingers through his fluffy hair and humming. "I'm sorry. For- for whatever happened to you."

He was silent so she continued. "Do you," she swallowed, "do you miss her? Agnes?"

Billy pulled back violently, staring at her with wild eyes. A dark expression overtaking his features and making him look dangerous.

For a minute, Jess though he was going to kill her.

But then he crumpled, nodding as he began to cry.

That only worked to solidify Jess's plan to find Agnes. She nodded once and kissed the top of the taller man's head. "It's okay." Jess said softly as she let Billy hug her and cry.

She'd find Agnes. She had to. Billy wanted to see her and the least she could do was try to help this strange, unsettling yet broken man who had stumbled into their lives.

And, upstairs, a girl who had been tucked into bed began to stir...