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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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Hey, lovely! For your sleepover. How about...

“I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”

Please feel free to ignore if you received this. 💖

Checking In

Summary// A hotel getaway with Bucky's favorite receptionist

Warnings// Lil angsty, some fluff, some smut, cursing, tiny mention of drinking, 18 plus only, minors dni

Note// I kinda love this request. I didn't use the quote, but its based off of the quote, this also got LONG and took sooo long.

My new masterlist and taglist will hopefully be done tomorrow night.

Im really hoping it doesn't flop bc I'm lowkey proud of it and also spent a lot of time on it

MASTERLIST

Moodboard by @commonintrest

This was the slowest Bucky had went with someone in a very long time. Three dates in and he hadn't even had the chance to see you naked. It was driving him crazy to say the least.

Anyone else wouldn't have gotten a call back, but for you; it made him want it even more. So, he came up with an idea to take that extra step.

Walking into the hotel you worked at, he gave a nod to the security guard and flashed you a charming smile; his hair much shorter than when you saw him last. "Like the haircut." You said, turning in the chair to look at him. "Feels more... professional."

"Checking in again?" You asked, leaning your chin on the base of your palm, reaching your other hand to card your fingers through the short hair.

Bucky shook his head and leaned his forearms on the desktop. "No. We are checking in somewhere else. Tonight, when you're off."

His eyes trailed down to the top of your blouse, looking at the few buttons that where open. "Buck, I'm not staying in a hotel with you." You smiled, shaking your head. "Come on, I'll sleep on the couch if you're too uncomfortable." He smirked.

You thought it over for a moment before sighing and nodding your head. "Yeah, ok." You agreed, letting him pull you in for a brief kiss by the back of your neck. "Fantastic. I'll be here at five to get you."

"I'll have to go get cl-" Bucky shook his head at you. "Won't need 'em." He said, turning to walk out. "Bucky, don't you dare."

"See ya tonight, pretty girl."

As promised, five o'clock hit and Bucky was pulling in front of the doors in his sleek black car; quickly getting out.

His usual suit was traded in for a more casual button up tee and dark jeans, the prosthetic that matched the shape of his right arm perfectly on display.

He rounded the desk and picked up your bag. "You can't be back here." You teased, making him roll his eyes. "Come along, babydoll. We have plans." He said, hand between your shoulder blades to guide you with him.

Bucky's plan would surely get that extra step at least jumpstarted. The heated make out sessions in his car when he dropped you off were starting to get to him.

He refused to call anyone else to handle the tightening of his jeans, the wait made him yearn for you even more.

So, he patiently waited as you changed into the lavender sundress he'd sent for, listened and talked over dinner on the patio of the motel, and just basked in your enjoyable presence.

"Dance with me." You said, hand laying on his bicep. He chuckled lightly and shook his head. "I don't dance, sugar."

You raised your eyebrows and cocked your head to the side, fingers tracing down the vein that ran the length of his arm and to his hand. "Well, you're going to, or you'll be sleeping in that room alone." You laced your fingers in his and he looked at you with an amused expression. "Oh, really now?"

"Mhm, c'mon. It's a slow one, so you won't embarass yourself." You teased, feeling his hands on your hips as soon as you turned your back to him. "I never said I couldn't dance. Just that I don't, babydoll." His gruff voice said in your ear, moving to stand in front of you once in the midst of the other couples enjoying their night.

"Couldn't say no to you if I tried anyways." He said softly as your hands rested on the back of his neck, his on the dip of your waist.

The Bucky who took you on dates was different than the Bucky who strolled in your lobby at least once every two weeks. He wasn't glowering when he looked at you; instead he had a smile that made the corner of his eyes crinkle and your heart flutter.

He hadn't smiled so hard and so much in years. He was addicted. To your voice, fiery attitude, and gleaming smile; and he couldn't even imagine how much more he'd crave once he finally got a taste of you.

"Gonna let me sleep in the bed, pretty girl?" He cooed, hands roaming over the swell of your ass. "Of course, Mr Barnes." You grinned, pecking a kiss to his dimpled chin. "Could dance with you all night if you wanted me to." He said, squeezing gently. "I wouldn't complain."

His lips slotted over yours, your eyes fluttering shut at the softness of them.

He suddenly lifted his head, bottom lip brushing the tip of your nose as you opened your eyes again.

Bucky's cold demeanor he usually had while walking through the lobby of the hotel returned, smile fading into a deep scowl as he looked at something behind you.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, worry lacing your voice as you cupped his stubbled jaw in your hands, feeling the muscle of it flex. "Just stay close." He murmured, pulling you closer to his front.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, lips parting to say something, but the stern look in his eyes stopping you as they stayed glued on whatever was behind you.

"Barnes, didn't expect to see you here- like this." A voice that was slightly higher in pitch than Bucky's sounded from behind you.

Bucky tucked you into his side, hand on the small of your back as he stared at the shorter man. "Just enjoying my night. That a problem?"

You swallowed thickly and gripped onto the back of Bucky's shirt, crumbling the perfectly ironed fabric in your fist as your heart pounded. "Needa talk." The man said.

Bucky's eyes flicked to a group of men sitting at the corner of the patio before looking back to the man in from of him. "Go sit down. Order us some more drinks." Bucky said sternly. "Bucky-"

He finally looked down at you with an icy stare, making you shrink back slightly. "Now isn't the time to argue with me. Go sit down." The tone of his voice was one you hadn't heard before.

You nodded and turned to walk back to the table, picking at your nails as you took your seat again.

Looking to where Bucky was sat at the table with the group, you chewed your bottom lip. You knew what you were getting into when accepting that first date, you just didn't think it'd follow you everywhere.

He tried to stay patient, he was in rival territory and knew it was a terrible idea; but this was one of the nice hotels and he wanted the weekend spent right. Keeping his cool was the only way he was going to be able to do that.

He was barely even listening to half of what the men were saying, glancing over at your nervous posture as you picked the nails he had just paid to get manicured; even though you protested against taking his money.

Until one statement had his head snapping back towards one of them. "The girl seems... sweet. Make you happy?" It wasn't meant in a way a friend would ask when checking up on another friend. Bucky felt it burn through him like a threat.

"Yeah, well, she's got a mouth on her and I'm losing my patience. So, you men have a good night, you owe my girl an apology for ruining her night." He stood, teeth gritting together.

You noticed Bucky's tense stance and straightened in your seat as he got closer. "Rude bastards." Bucky grumbled, taking your hand in his and tugging for you to stand. "What did they want?"

Bucky thought about lying, but he promised you he wouldn't. "Talk business. Can't believe they'd interrupt me over stupid bullshit." He sneered, pulling you along with him back into the hotel. "Where are we going? They're going to bill you for those drinks." You huffed, picking up your pace to walk next to him. "Don't care."

By the time the two of you reached the door to your room, Bucky had you pressed against it; fumbling to swipe the key card as his lips attacked yours.

Your hands fisted into the front of his shirt to keep your balance as shoes were kicked off, Bucky backing you towards the bed with his large hands holding the sides of your face.

You fell back onto the bed when the backs of your knees met the edge of the mattress, taking him with you; Bucky's body parting your legs.

The kiss was hungry and desperate, sharing breaths as his hands gripped at your outer thighs and pawed their way under the skirt of your dress.

You pulled away from the kiss, breathless as he dipped his head to latch his lips on the underside of your jaw. "Bucky, wait-" You panted, pressing his shoulders lightly. "What?" He breathed, stopping all movements as he looked at you; eyes dark and lips kiss swollen. "I-"

"You're a virgin. We can wait, if so." He cut you off, face dropping slightly. "No, no. It's not that. I just haven't had sex in awhile." You said, gnawing at your tongue. "Want me to go slower?"

"I just don't want to take things too fast." You whispered, tracing the collar of his shirt with your fingertips.

Bucky took a deep inhale, warm hand moving to hold your chin. "Babygirl, listen. I'm not going to kick you out of my bed when we're done. You got me attached with this damn chase you gave me. Wanna take care of you. Okay?"

You nodded and pulled him back down to you, his tongue slipping between your lips as his fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt.

Gently pushing them away, you replaced his hands with yours to pop the buttons open as his tongue glided across every inch of your mouth he could reach.

You lifted your back off of the mattress for his hand to feel for the zipper of your dress, grazing your fingers down the tensing muscles of his chest and abdomen; stopping at the button of his jeans.

"Don't get shy now, take 'em off." Bucky mumbled against your lips, sliding the straps of your dress off of your shoulders.

The wetness between your legs grew as your tugged at his belt, whimpering into his mouth when he pressed his hips against you to show how hard he was.

Pulling away, Bucky sat up to tug your dress down your torso and legs; eyes drinking in the beautiful sight in front of him as he shoved his jeans off and palmed himself through his boxers.

"Take the shirt off." You panted, backing up the bed. A smirk grew on his face, metal thumb sliding back and forth in the waistband of his boxers as he looked at your glistening folds. "Ask nicely and I just might." He taunted. "Please."

You watched the way his muscles flexed with each movement, the shirt sliding off of his arms and to the floor; revealing the mess of scars Bucky hoped you'd ignore and a large tattoo on his ribcage.

Next were his boxer briefs, pooling at his feet as his cock twitched in the air; swollen tip red and leaking precum. "You're staring, babydoll." He said, voice low as he moved his body back over yours.

"Can't help it." You swallowed, the weight of his cock against your thigh as you felt the firmness of his back. His hand slipped between your bodies to guide himself to your heat, spreading your slick with his tip.

"So wet, barely even touched you yet." You whined at his words and gripped his shoulders. "Buck, please. Stop the teasing."

The smirk on his face grew before he brushed his lips against yours. "Hm, I don't know. Kept me waitin' so long, might just tease you a little more." He hummed. You bucked your hips against him, his tip barely pressing into you. "Fuck..." Bucky said in a low groan, a shudder passing through his body.

He made sure you felt every ridge and vein, pulling breathy sounds from you when he pushed deeper. Your walls so tight and warm around him, he already had to hold off his release.

"Look at me, sweet girl." He breathed, nipping at your bottom lip and rolling his hips into yours.

When you opened your eyes, the adoring look in Bucky's made your breath hitch. Hands wedging under your back as he sat up, holding you to him so you were sitting on his thick thighs.

"So beautiful." He groaned as his hands glided over the curve of your back to your ass, metal and flesh fingers digging into the skin.

Guiding your hips in a faster pace, he could feel you clenching around him, swallowing the blissed out sounds you made with a breath taking kiss as his grip on you tightened.

The soft ow that passed your lips made Bucky loosen his grip and move you in a slower pace. "Need me to slow down?" He panted, pulling away from you slightly.

You frantically shook your head, hands clinging to his shoulders; needing to feel his skin against yours. "No-no. Don't stop, please, keep going." You whined, bucking your hips along with him.

In a swift movement, your back was pressed back into the mattress. Your fingers laced with Bucky's as he pinned your hands at the sides of your head, his hips meeting yours in a faster, rougher pace that knocked the breath from your lungs and made your head spin; his cock sliding against every sweet spot, some that you didn't even know existed.

Salacious sounds from both of you echoed around the room, your eyes fluttering shut again and body arching into him so your front was flush to his as the coil snapped.

"There you go, baby. Feel so good, so worth the wait." Bucky moaned out, chasing his own release with shorter thrusts.

A whimper of his name falling from your sweet lips sent him over the edge, his hips flush to yours as he spilled into you with a guttural moan.

He slowly rocked his hips into yours, riding the blissful feeling for all that it was as he looked over your blissed out face.

It was the moment your eyes peaked out, staring back into his lust darkened ones that Bucky knew. You were the one thing he needed to protect. To hold close and never let go.

A tender kiss was placed on your lips, a satisfied hum leaving Bucky as he slipped from between your legs to lay beside you.

You slowly moved off of the bed to grab a shirt and go to clean up, legs feeling wobbly with each step to and from the bathroom.

Bucky sat on the edge of the bed when you walked back into the adjoined room, legs still a little jelly feeling as you made you way back to him.

He laughed, an actual belly laugh that made your heart swell as he pulled you between his parted thighs. "I have some... unexpected business to take care of in the morning."

You nodded lightly and sat your hands on his shoulders. "I want you to stay in this room and keep the door locked. When I come back, we'll do something." He promised, gently massaging your sides. "Something, huh?"

A squeak escaped your throat when you were pinned back underneath Bucky, his hips pressing into you. "Oh, don't you get me started. I'll keep you up all night."

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jimimn · 4 years

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HI ITS ME WHO'S NOT OVER JJK BLONDE SELFIE AND WILL NEVER BE -💫

HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO <33333333

HONESTLY ITS THE WAY YOH SAY SUCH NICE THINGS AND I DISAPPEAR FOR DAYS ON END BECAUSE INCONSISTENCY BLEEDS INTO EVERY CORNER OF MY LIFE FNEKALKD BUT I'M GETTING DONE WITH MY FIRST LEG OF EXAMS ON MONDAY SO YAY TO THAT!! OKAY I THINK WE'LL MOVE SLOWLY WITH BABY STEPS JUNGKOOK DROPPED SOME SELCAS JIMIN DROPPED SOME SELCAS IN THE WORDS OF THE LEGENDARY JEON JUNGKOOK ALL WE NEED NOW IS "together..BAM!" (THAT'S LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOMENTS EVER THE WAY HE SAYS IT 🤧)

YES IN THIS HOUSE WE SCREAM OVER JIMIN'S DISRESPECT HE IS THE PARAGON OF A MULTI-FACETED MAN THAT HAS US WRAPPED AROUND HIS FINGER. THE AUDACITY 😤

CHANEL X JIMIN LETS MAKE IT HAPPEN AND OMG THAT SELFIE THAT DROPPED?? SIR???? WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?? I MEAN YES BH SAID LET'S DROP SELFIES IN BULK BUT THAT ONE PICTURE OF HIM IN BLACK(GREY? I DONT KNOW FHSKKAJF) WITH THE SHIRTS UNBUTTONED!!! THEM COLLARBONES ARE FREE AND THEY'RE THRIVING IN THE OPEN IN THAT ONE. ALSO HIS LIPS ARE SO PRETTY. OH GOD LITERALLY HE HAS THAT COCKY SMIRK ON HIS FACE WHEN HE KNOWS HE DOES HOT BOY SHIT LIKE SHUT UP OK YOU CANT DO THAT JAIL FOR U NDNSLSKAJJW

SUCH A FUCKING TEASE THATS RIGHT!! EVEN STRAIGHT MEN?? BRO LIKE HOW DO YOU HAVE ALL GENDERS JUST TRIPPING OVER THEMSELVES FOR YOU IT'S INSANE AND OMG MISS SHIVI HAVE YOU SEEN THAT ONE CLIP IN WHICH JIMIN HOLDS HIS GAZE WITH THESE MEN WHO LOOK AT HIM (i think it was bon voyage?) and when they cross each other he JUST SMIRKS AND RUNS HIS HAND THROUGH HIS HAIR LIKE YEAH OK ALEXA PLAY I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT. AND YES I'LL LISTEN TO EVERYTHING YOU HAVE TO SAY ANYTIME 💗💗

12PM KST IS THE HOLY HOUR I TELL YOU ALTHOUGH I REMEMBER WAITING THE NIGHT BEFORE BE CAME OUT WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO COME AND BH WAS JUST LIKE "yea...no" OMG THAT'S AWESOME YOUR COUSIN'S VISITING YOU

HHFJDOSO YEAH IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE THEY DID THE JUMP ALTHOUGHHHH I'M POSITIVE THEY'LL DO SMTH COOL LIKE THAT IN THEIR CONCERTS BECAUSE THEIR PERFORMANCE QUALITY IS JUST.. THROUGH THE ROOF IT'S CRAZY!! WHEN THE PERFORM WINGS?? LIKE HOLY SHIT NO CHOREO NO POSITIONS JUST BTS RUNNING AROUND THE STAGE MAKING THE CROWD GO FERAL I LOVE EVERY WINGS PERFORMANCE SO MUCH MY SEROTONIN LEVELS ARE ALWAYS AT A HIGH THEN. OOHH MY GODDD BS&T IS REALLY THAT BITCH!!!! WHO'S DOING IT LIKE HER TODAY NO ONE IS EXACTLY. AND NOOOO I TOTALLY GET IT WE THINK ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH THAT ACCIDENT HAS THE SAME EFFECT ON ME. IF ONLY YOU'D TOLD ME THEN IN 2016 THAT THAT ACCIDENT WAS THE START OF SO MANY I'D BE PREPARED FOR EVERYTHING THAT FOLLOWED (see: him basically stripping himself that one serendipity performance. holy shit.)

FOR REAL THO CHRISTMAS LOVE DROPPED OUT OF NOWHERE AND DO YOU REMEMBER JIMIN SAYINF uUH iM nOt wORkInG oN a SoLo SoNg aT ThE mOmEnT heHe LIKE ALL MEN DO IS LIE OK AT THIS POINT. BYE. YES TAEHYUNG DID WARN US BUT ARMYS (LIKE MYSELF) PUT THEIR CLOWN WIGS ON AND THOUGHT IT WAS KTH1 LMAO. OMG I HOPE YOU DON'T SLEEP THROUGH ANY OF THEIR UPCOMING SONG RELEASES BUT I'M SURE IT'S THE BEST FEELING TO WAKE UP TO CHECK YOUR NOTIFS AND SEE "Big Hit Labels" BECAUSE THAT'S HOW YOU KNOW IT'S GOING TO BE FIREEE. DUDE SERIOUSLY I NEED JIMIN TO GO LIVE AGAIN (although we've been well fed by namjoon for now🤧😌💗) LIKE THAT ONE YT LIVE WHERE HE SAID "O...M...G" SHUT UP STOP BEING SO CUTE I'M DHJSWLIFJWKALS

LMAO OKAY YEAH THAT'S VALID YOUR BLOG THEME IS BASICALLY ✨jimin✨ AND I LOVE THAT IT REALLY GRAVITATED ME AND YOUR URL OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD YOUR BRAINNN 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️

YES YES YES JIMIN IS SO PERFECT AND THE SOCK DOODLESSS 😭😭😭 oooo so when did you get into giffing? how did you start? BROOOOO YOUR URL'S ORIGIN STORY. I LOVE IT WOW YES IT'S DEFINITELY GOT THE REQUIRED ✨pazzaz✨

NOOO OMG THIS URL IS YOUR BRAND LIKE YOU'RE A LEGEND ON ARMYBLR I LOVE IT SO MUCH. BUT STILL!! IT'S YOUR CHOICE AT THE END 💖

OMG QUARANTINE DID IT'S ONE GOOD JOB AND GOT YOU INTO BANGTAN YAY. OMG YOU AND MISS LIFEGOESMON ARE FRIENDSS??? LEGENDS INTERACTING THIS IS SO COOL. LMAO THE PARADIGM SHIFT YOU MUST'VE FELT FROM LISTENING TO STAY GOLD (WHICH BTW THE MV...THE LITERAL CUTEST OH GOD THE LITTLE DOG AND JIMIN'S LITTLE SMILES DHSJAOWO) TO THEN GOING TO BST IN WHICH JIMIN IS BASICALLY STRIPPING AND JUNGKOOK IS UPSIDE DOWN LMAOOO. YES BS&T HAS EVERYONE HOOKED THE POWERRRR. YOU FALLING DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE WITH YOUR FRIEND'S ASSISTANCE OH GOD THIS IS SO CUTE 💓 EVERYTHING ABOUT THEM 🥺🥺🥺

AAAAH OKAY MY STORY ISN'T AS INTERESTING AS YOURS IS BUT IN 2016 BASICALLY ALL I KNEW OF KPOP WAS GANGNAM STYLE AND WASNT WILLING TO CUANGE THAT PERCEPTION (FOOL BEHAVIOUR I TELL YOU) AND WAS TOO BUSY OBSESSING OVER ONE DIRECTION'S REUNION AND SO ONE NIGHT (THE NIGHT BEFORE JIMIN'S BIRTHDAY 🤧🤧) I JUST STUMBLED UPON THEIR BS&T TEARS MV AND I HEARD IT AND I WAS LIKE OMG!! THIS IS THAT SUPER ADDICTIVE SONG THAT I'D HEARD SOMEWHERE AND IT JUST SPIRALLED FROM THERE I REMEMBER SEEING JIMIN AND BEING LIKE 👀👀👀👀 WHO IS HE I LIKE HIM AND JUST HIS AURA DREW ME IN SOOO MUCH AND WHEN I WAS GETTING INTO THEM I REMEMBER WRITING THEIR NAMES IN MY NOTES TO SEE IF I COULD REMEMBER 🤧 AND I STILL HAVE THAT NOTE FROM 4+ YEARS AGO 💓 AND YEAH BASICALLY SEEING THEM DO ALL THE MUSIC SHOWS AND STUFF AT THE TIME WAS SO COOOL AND MIND YOU BH DIDN'T HAVE SUBS FOR BANGTAN BOMBS THEN SO WENT ON THESE SKETCHY DAILYMOTION TYPE SITES LOOKING FOR ALL THE CONTENT I COULD CHURN OUT LMAO

AND YES!! COURTESY OF YOU I DID WATCH SOME RUN EPS!! I WATCHED THEIR CANADA ONES SPEAKING OF WHICH I LOOOVE THAT PART WHERE THEY'RE DOING THAT SONG GUESSING THING IN THE MORNING AND JIMIN SAYS "are you cold?" 🥺🥺 TO TAE AND HUGS HIM URRHRHEHSJSJSH AND I ALSO SAW THE ONES WITH THE PUPPIES GODDDDD I LOVE THE PUPPIES ONE SO MUCH LITERALLY JUNGKOOK AND HIS DOG (MIRI?) OH MY GOD THAT LIL FLUFFER AND ADAM IS MY ICON WITH HOW HE JUST DID HIS OWN THING LMAO.

BUT ANYWAY!! DO YOU HAVE A FAVE ERA?? LIKE DO YOU EVER LOOK AT THEM AND GO "Damn I wish I was a fan then" BECAUSE HONESTLY I WISH I HAD STANNED THEM IN THEIR DOPE ERA BUT I DON'T THINK I WOULD HAVE SURVIVED JIMIN THEN DHKSOWID-💫

FOR THE UMPTEENTH TIME!!!!!!! ITS OKAY!!!!!!!! I TOTALLY TOTALLY UNDERSTAND!!!!! AND YAYYYYY CONGRATS I HOPE THE FIRST LEG OF EXAMS WENT WELL <333333 AND OH MY GOD you’re gonna make me cry with the together baam goddddddd same one of my fave moments and jimin’s giggles after that 😭😭😭😭 my babies <3 :((((

that..... black suit selca....... that opened button...... like open one more dear sir who’s stopping you... just do it <33333 YEAH he totally needs to shut up with his i know im hot side it just kills me every single time 😭😭😭😭😭

LISTEN THAT BV3 MOMENT S H O O K ME OKAY????? THOSE GUYS LOOKED AT HIM AND HE WAS SO FUCKING SMUG ABOUT IT (AND HE SHOULD BE) AND THE WAY HE LICKED HIS LIPS AND RAN HIS HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR????? LIKE HE KNOWS HE HAS EVERY SINGLE PERSON; NO MATTER WHAT GENDER; WRAPPED AROUND HIS LIL PINKY LIKE THAT???????

OH MY GOD ME TOO I LOVEEEEEEEEEEE THE WINGS STAGE AND WATCHING THEM HAVE SO MUCH FUN IS JUST SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND I ALSO ABSOLUTELY LOVVVEEE THEIR ENERGY DURING THE SY TOUR MEDLEY WITH IDOL AND BAEPSAE AND FIRE AND DOPE ZSXDFGFCHGVJBHJN THEY JUST LOSE THEMSELVES IN THE CROWD AND THE MUSIC AND ITS JUST SO FUCKING SURREAL TO WATCH HOW MUCH THEY ENJOY DOING WHAT THEY DO!!!!! kinda makes me want to find that happiness and passion in whatever i do in my professional life <3 and LISTEN jimin said the break the soul commentary THAT HE COULD DO SERENDIPITY SHIRTLESS TOO. THE AUDACITY. HE SAID THAT WITH HIS WHOLE CHEST.

YOU KNWO WHAT I THINK JIMIN WON’T GIVE US A HINT BEFORE DROPPING PJM1. HE’LL JUST DROP IT ONE FINE DAY OUT OF NOWHERE LIKE HE DROPPED PROMISE AND CHRISTMAS LOVE (i wasn’t here when he dropped promise but i read that on twitter sdfghjkl) AND NO PLS NO I DO N O T WANT TO SLEEP THROUGH JJK1 OR KTH1 OR PJM1 OR KSJ1 OR NAMGI MIXTAPE 3 OR HOBI MIXTAPE 2 OR ANYTHING BASICALLY YOU GET IT i had slept through dynamite cb because i had NO CLUE that they were gonna drop it at 1pm kst rather than 12 am kst. i was under the impression that since they dropped all the teaser pictures and the teaser itself as 12 am kst, the mv will drop at 12 am kst too. and I woke up like two hours after the mv dropped (which was almost noon my time) and i felt like A FUCKING FOOL AND I JUST 😭😭😭😭 NEVER WANT TO FEEL LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN 😭😭😭

AND YES BABIE NEEDS TO COME LIVE SOON PLS I MISS HIM SO FUCKING MUCH :((((( AND HIS O...M.....G HAD MADE ME FUCKING SOBBBBBBBBBBB his yt live god he looked sooooooo fluffy with his hair and his tiny hands and his puppy eyes and soft voice im just so 😭😭😭😭😭😭

NO NONNONONONO PLEASE IM NO LEGEND DON’T SAY THAT IM EMBARRASSED im just a normal fangirl who makes okayish gifs 😭😭 and ok yes so i started giffing LONNNGGGGGG time back on a different public fan forum from my country but i never knew the right process and stuff so obviously the gifs were shitty lmao BUT ANYWAY i got into gifmaking PROPERLY this in july last year and obviously struggled a lot in the beginning because i didn’t know shit about colouring and stuff lmao but i kept practicing and even though im not perfect rn i do think that i got better. i love giffing tho. its such a nice creative outlet and whenever i gif the boys it brings me so much happiness :( <33

AND YES ASDFGHJKL ME AND HER ARE FRIENDS SINCE A VERY LONG TIME SDFGHJK LIKE LONG BEFORE BOTH OF US GOT INTO BTS SDFGHJ and ah yes the whiplash lmaooooooo and you’re right god the stay gold mv is SO FUCKING PRETTY THE COLOURS IN THAT ENTIRE MV HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AND JIMIN AND TAE AND JOON WITH THE DOGGO JUST EVERYTHING SDFGHJK <3333333 AND BS&T DUDE I GIFFED THE MV YESTERDAY AND IM 💀💀💀💀💀 (like i just giffed jimin from the mv but i did watch the whole thing 5647589 times <333333) AND GUESS WHAT!!!!!! I WAS A LILLY SINGH FAN (IDK IF YOU KNOW HER SHE’S A YOUTUBER) BACK IN 2016 AND PEOPLE BACK THEN HAD REQUESTED HER TO REACT TO BS&T MV AND I HAD WATCHED HER REACTION VIDEO AND (although it didn’t stick with me back then because i was a fucking fool) I DID SOMEHOW REMEMBERED THE JIN AND STATUE KISSING MOMENT AND WHEN IN 2020 I SAW THE MV AND SAW THE KISSING MOMENT MY BRAIN JUST!!!!!!!!!!! I WAS LIKE HOLY SHIT I HAVE SEEN THIS BEFORE SOMEWHERE AND THEN I REMEMBERED I HAD SEEN THIS IN THE REACTION VIDEO LMAOOOOO i wish i hadn’t been a fool and gotten into them back then :((((

AH NO OMG YOUR STORY IS SOOOOOOO CUTEEEEEEEEEE ATLEAST YOU WEREN’T A FOOL LIKE ME TO NOT GET ATTRACTED TO BS&T THE FIRST TIME OF SEEING IT!!!! I WANNA HIT MY 2016 SELF LIKE DAMN YOU YOU FOOLISH ASSHOLE AND yes omg how did y’all do the subs thing damnnnnn i can’t imagine

AND YES THE CANADA RUN EPIS ARE LOOOVVVEEEE and that vmin moment plsssssss i cry everytime 😭😭😭😭😭 it is just so soft and innocent and tae’s little smile after jimin just turns around and hugs him 😔😔😔😔 i love soulmates 😔😔😔😔 AND MIRI YES OMG EVERYONE WAS SO IMPRESSED BY THE LITTLE CUTIE AND THE WAY JUNGKOOK JUST KEPT ADORING HER THROUGHOUT MADE ME SO SO SOFTTTT and bro adam is me. i am like that. lazy and un-motivated AF. although if i were a dog and jin were to be my owner i would listen to him so well and jump on him every chance i’d get 😌😌😌

GOD YES RED HAIR DOPE ERA JIMIN 💀 BABIE BUT MAKE IT SEXY 🥵🥵 AND OMG YESDGFHG MY FAVE ERA IS HYYH. ORANGE HAIRED JIMIN. PLS. HE’S EVERYTHING. I WISH I HAD GOTTEN INTO THEM DURING THAT. LIKE THAT ERA IS ..... SOMEHOW SO FUCKING WILD AND STILL SO ASSURING AND CALMING ????? KEEPS ME ROOTED LIKE IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN DFGHJKL AND WINGS TOO DAMN I WISH I WAS HERE TO LIVE ALL THOSE AMAZING ERAS. but even though i wish i had gotten into them earlier... i think i found them when i needed them the most. I was going through a very difficult time last year and they somehow they made me feel so fucking safe and at home that the connection was instant. honestly i’ve never stanned or felt a connection with any celebrity as strong as the one i feel with bangtan. its like... they don’t know i exist but they still know EXACTLY what im feeling and what to say or do at that time to make me feel comforted. Its weird god but its true :((( SORRY I GOT EMO I JUST LOVE THEM A LOT SDFGHJKL

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wren-bishop · 4 years

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Bishop Gameroom // The boys

Wren, Stevie, Jesse, and Chase get together to go over some text messages.

@stevie-summers @jessekxller @chase-stephens

Wren: Wren was sitting with his phone plugged into the TV to cast, "Seriously, look at these" he said, happy they were having a moment away from Jonah. He felt bad about it all.

Jesse: Jesse watched as the text messages played came up on the tv. "Oh my god." He said speachless

Wren: "Also! I posted this instagram story at [insert time] and she tweeted, hear me out at [insert time]. Am I crazy??? She's tweeting about me, right?" said Wren feeling like a maniac.

Stevie: Stevie couldn't help but laugh, "This girl is really a piece of work."

Jesse: Jesse's eyes went wide. "Oh yeah thats def about you, but you could chill with the grey. My poor eyes can't unsee that."

Wren: "I wasn't thinking about that" said Wren, "I was just tryna be confident, gimme a break. Also trying to catch a new honey" he added.

Chase: Chase rolled up, "hey guys, she has strep so I'm here and why is Wren's gray sweatpants thirst trap just chillin on the tv?" said Chase as he sat down on the couch, Wren caught him up to speed and showed the texts. "So is anyone gonna tell Jonah?" he asked.

Stevie: "You look dude. Nothing wrong with showing off a bit." Stevie told Wren with a smile before turning her attention to Chase. "Not it! I got nothing to do with this. This one's on you guys."

Chase: "Can't someone just tell Juliette? I feel like she gives him bad news all the time" said Chase, hoping to god it wouldn't be him. But lets be honest, it was totally going to be him.

Jesse: Jesse shook his head "I would... but Me + Jonah + devyn = a bad discussio"

Jesse: "I just..... I can't believe she called you daddy right up in there.."

Wren: "Right? At first I was kinda into getting even with Jonah, but she kept mentioning him and then hitting on me? Like I'm usually not good with this stuff ... but even I noticed" said Wren

Jesse: "And people look at me sideways when I say she plays them mind games. The 'I only think of you' meanwhile she trynna slide down my pants and yours"

Wren: "In my defense, I am horny and weak ... and she's so hot" said Wren with a wince, "but I think she might legit be nuts, also did you see that thing about how she said I'm friends with nerds?? The audacity when she's wanted like half of us"

Stevie: "You think she would've learned after screwing you over." Stevie motioned her head towards Jesse. "I guess Chase is next." she patted the boy's back.

Chase: "I mean, she called me a perv ... so I think that I'm safe for now" said Chase, "also two out of three of these conspiracies are traaaaaaaaaaaash. Riley not being blind? That's a low blow" he added, kinda annoyed.

Jesse: "Yeah, shes hot be let me be real. Her head game is weak and the sex is kinda boring." Jesse said with a shrug. "Bro. I heard that the car accident she was in was like.. really bad. She told me she was in the hospital for months."

Stevie: "Couldn't be me." Stevie shook her head. "But yeah, I'm not really sure why she would think Riley would lie about something like that."

Jesse: "She said its because shes good at cheer." Jesse said pulling out his phone and pulluing up her instagram and scrolling. "Whats a worlds champion?" He said before watching some videos from before her accident. "Oh my god how does someone do flips like that????" He said a bit shook. "I don't think shes lying. I've witnessed her walk into a door once"

Chase: "Riley was the best on the team before the accident, and she definitely still kicks ass" said Chase.

Wren: "The sex was boring? Not doing that again" said Wren with an eyeroll.

Jesse: "And shes hot." Jesse pointed out. "Go griffin, hot and flexiable" He said with a laugh. "Was Val boring in bed too? God I got lucky with Olivia."

Wren: "We only fucked once" said Wren, "didn't even get my dick sucked" admitted Wren.

Stevie: "So hot." Stevie smiled to herself. "Cut these girls some slack, at least you all get off by the end of it." she teased them. "But seriously dude, get your dick sucked. Have fun."

Wren: "People keep playing me, do I just look like I enjoy used by girls with no perks?" asked Wren, half joking.

Jesse: "stop!" Jesse said shaking his head. "You deserve it all, wrenny." Jesse added on. "Okay but like, If imma go down on her, she should at least return the favor." Jesse pointed out. "What if you gave all the head and didn't get any back?" he asked Stevie

Stevie: "That's gotta be someone's kink." Stevie said as a joke. "I'm sure you'll get your dick sucked soon." she gave Wren a thumbs up. "Well that's just being inconsiderate. I like to hookup with nice people that care about making me feel good as well." she said, placing her hand over her heart.

Wren: "I swear to god, cone of silence ... looking at you Chase. But I've never gotten head, only given it" said Wren, kind of embarrassed.

Jesse: "Wren, baby. You have to be more assertive." Jesse pointed out. "But Devyn would prob do it if you asked her, but like I said. It was weak." He added in. "But we can't deny shes a simp for simp nation"

Wren: "Girls just aren't into me. Maybe I should just take Asher up on his offer" joked Wren, well about the second half. "She is! That's what makes no sense" he replied.

Stevie: "Dude, how many times do I have to tell you? Girls are into you. I wouldn't lie to you." Stevie shook her head. "I mean I heard Asher already made himself quite comfortable in your room at the party so..."

Jesse: "Careful. Make sure that boy gets tested before you even look at him." He said with a laugh. "There are plenty of single hot girls in this school that would love you blow you." Jesse took out his phone again. "You guys should see the texts between me and devyn"

Chase: Chase kept his damn mouth shut about the fact that it did not happen.

Wren: Wren passed the connector to Jesse, "Feel free to demonstrate to the class" he said.

Stevie: "God there's more?" Stevie asked after laughing

Jesse: Jssse plugged in his phone. “This is the text message saying she thinks about me and my dick when she is in bed alone” he said before scrolling a big more up. “This is her telling me how much she likes my dick and then throws in a hope it runs in the family comment. Like gross.” He said before scrolling to the bottom “and this is her apologizing for it because I actually stood up for myself and let’s not forget how she tweeted the world that I was small.”

Wren: "Yeah calling a man small, not cool" said Chase, war flashbacks to the gossip blog anons.

Jesse: “I’m not even small and hate to share I’m not even average.” He said with a shrug. “She just trying to make all the girls think I am so they stay away but jokes on her because Olivia loves me and not just for my dick size”

Wren: "Not to shit on her sexuality and stuff, but what's with the dick obsession? And voicing it that much? Like if I tweeted about boobs like that, I would be absolutely cancelled" said Wren.

Jesse: “I heard she made out with that blond girl, Kelly’s sister. Maybe she’s gay.AND and. During spin the bottle she made out with Riley.”

Stevie: Stevie tried holding in her laugh when she read his response saying he was hard. Men. So weak. "So uh, did you ever tell Olivia about these?" she asked with raised brows.

Jesse: “I told her” he said simply. He didn’t want to say that he kissed her but they probably knew since devyn also tweeted that he was a cheater. “Told her how she was all over me and begging. Also told Jonah that but I’d love to hear how she is twisting that around even when she asked me to go back to her house with her.”

Wren: "So someone needs to tell Jonah" said Wren, kinda worried about him, "He shoulda just stayed with my sister"

Stevie: Stevie let out a sigh, "This shit is such a mess." she said as if she wasn't dealing with her own mess with girls. "Yeah like soon." she agreed. "How is she by the way?" she asked Wren.

Jesse: “Well it won’t be me. I don’t want him to think I’m doing it out of jealousy or some shit. But I also don’t want to see him hurt but like... I don’t want to give him another reason to hate me and is not talk again,”

Wren: "She's vulnerable and will hurt anyone" said Wren, "so don't try anything. Just talk to your little internet girlfriend"

Jesse: Jesse gave wren a look before pulling up rorys Instagram which presented into the tv.

Stevie: Stevie looked over at Wren with wide eyes before hitting his arm, "I wasn't going to try anything, and she's not my girlfriend."

Wren: "Guys, we're twins. Can we not do this?" said Wren with an exaggerated sigh.

Jesse: “Oh don’t worry. We are going to your page next.” He said before switching to wrens. “Devyn was right. You are hot.” He said playfully

Stevie: "Sooo hot." Stevie nodded her head and winked at Wren.

Wren: "I haven't managed to post enough to get the pictures of Chanel down on my page" said Wren, "or Valerie" he said realizing he should have probably said that first.

Jesse: “That’s what the delete button is for” he said pointing out. “Or the acrhive feature so it doesn’t delete them but they are hidden”

Stevie: "His heart couldn't handle deleting them." Stevie said, nudging Wren.

Wren: "I like the pictures, it's just ... they don't need to be at the top of my feed" said the boy, "haha very funny Steve"

Stevie: "They do look good in these pictures." Stevie looked through the pictures he had with the girls. "We can do like a whole photoshoot and get some sweet pics. It'll be fun. My parents have one nice ass camera we can use."

Jesse: "We can take some thirst traps and put them all up. Some snazzy captions abou how we are not all losers." Jesse pointed out as well

Wren: "Turtlenecks?" said Wren half joking, his sister had put him in one and he rather liked it. He'd never lived anywhere cold before, and he knew Stevie always commented on them.

Jesse: "I should invest in some turtle necks, i think people are tired of seeing me in plain long sleeves." He said playfully, thats really all he wore. "Are they really comfortable?"

Stevie: "Ah you know I just love the turtlenecks." Stevie teased her friend. "I think they are. We can all wear one and have one festive ass photoshoot. I'll make some corny family Christmas cards with the pictures. It'll be great." she said jokingly.

Wren: “Sounds like a plan to me” said Wren putting in a game. “But enough of that, let’s blow off some steam, boys and Steve” he said tossing each of them a controller.

#wrenxchase #c:stevie #wrenxstevie #stevie:1 #wrenxjesse #jesse:2 #c:jesse #simp nation onlyy

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duker42 · 5 years

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Sooo I have a smut request: Levi is the CEO of a big company and reader is his s/o and assistant. She spends all day teasing him and driving him crazy till he snaps at the end of the day and fucks her on his desk in his office? Maybe with some choking and dirty talk? Your writing is soo good I can’t get enough.

🔥🔥🔥

*****WARNING!*****NSFW

💜The CEO’s Assistant💜

It was a day Levi wouldn’t forget. He hadn’t understood how his assistant could be more than an hour late, considering it was his wife. He knew that she had been awake when he had kissed her goodbye, not really wanted to leave their bed.

As the CEO of the Survey Corps Industries, he had a lot of work to get through before the actual day started. He had powered through multiple reports and had looked up to find that it was 9AM and Y/N hadn’t brought him a cup of tea.

He had been annoyed at first, wondering what was keeping her. They had a full day on the books and even though she was his wife, he expected the same performance out of her than all of the other 400 employees under his direction. He actually demanded more from her because she was his wife.

When she walked in, he knew exactly why she was late, and his annoyance was quickly soothed. She was perfect. The tight pencil skirt was molded to her skin, paired with a pair of sky high heels that pushed her ass up to a mouth watering height. Her hair was fixed up, making him want to tear it apart with his fingers. The silk shirt was clinging to the curve of her breast and showed hints of the lacy bra beneath while still being professional enough for the board room.

She had brought him his tea. Leaning down, Levi had a perfect view of the creamy breasts beneath her shirt. Her perfume was one that Levi had created for her. The beautiful clean scent that mixed with her own unique pheromones drove him wild.

“Here you go, Mr. Ackerman.” He raised an eyebrow, she never called him that unless they were in front of others. The breathy way she said it went straight to his groin. She tossed him a wink and he watched that ass sway seductively as she made her way out of his office.

The rest of the day was no better. She had leaned over the board room table, putting that little skirt directly in front of his face as she grabbed the documents he needed. During the meeting, she had removed that heel and played footsie with him under the table, going as far as pressing her perfectly manicured toes against his hardening groin.

By the time the building had cleared out, Levi was aching from the teasing he had endured all day. Y/N walked into his office, her purse over her shoulder, ready to leave.

“Okay babe, I’ll see you at home.” She smiled, coming up to hive him a kiss.

He had removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves as he worked, his tie loosened around his neck. He leaned back and tossed his pen on the desk and looked at her.

“You think you’re leaving?” He stood and pinned her between in desk and his arms. “You’ve teased me all day. You deserve to be punished.”

She gave him an innocent smile as he pulled his tie off. Turning her around, he used the material to tie her hands behind her back. He slid his hands down her waist to the edge of her skirt before dragging the material up her thighs. “Fuck, Y/N, no underwear? You really are such a good little slut today.” He muttered, feeling her bare curves beneath his slender fingers.

Working his fingers between the folds of her clit he smirked at her gasp. “So wet for me. Does the idea of fucking your boss turn you on?” He began gently pumping two finger into her pussy.

All she could do was nod her head as the other hand moved up to her shirt. Flicking the buttons open, he pulled her shirt down to her elbows. The lace of her bra excited him but he wanted her exposed. Using the method he had learned in the bad seat of his car in high school, it took one hand to undo her bra.

Filling a hand with her tender flesh, he groaned as he felt her nipples perked beneath his palm. “Are you going to take your bosses cock in his office, Y/N? Prove what a good little assistant you are?” He whispers, nipped her ear between his teeth as he toyed with a the peak between his fingers.

He pushed his erection against her bare ass, still encased in his suit trousers. The hands at her back, reached down and squeezed him gently. “Fuck! You little minx. You can’t wait can you?”

“Mmmmm Yes, sir.” He groaned as he pushed against her hand.

He felt her find his zipper and ease it down. Her hands were awkwardly trying to undo his belt, but her eagerness excited him. She finally undid the belt and unbuttoned his pants. He removed his hands and pushed his slacks and boxers down, freeing the endowment that screamed for release.

He bent her over the desk, her tits flat against the papers he had been working on as he shifted her legs apart, spreading her wide for his viewing pleasure. “Look at that wet pussy, waiting for my cock.” He rubbed the tip around the wet lips before positioning himself at her entrance. “Since you teased me all day, now you can have my cock.”

He plunged into her tight heat, not stopping until his hips were firmly against her ass. Her loud moan hit the air and he closed his eyes in pleasure. “Shit....this pussy is so good. You always are such an eager little slut, that pussy swallowing it so easy.”

He gripped her hip with one hand and started to tear into that perfect hair like he had been imagining all day. Fisting the strands in his hand as he pulled lightly, bringing her head back as he kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth as he pumped into her.

Breaking the kiss, he moaned into her mouth “God you take it so well.”

He wrapped his hand lightly around her throat, gently squeezing as he increased his pace. “You little freak, I want you to cum all over me. Show me how good that pussy can milk my cock.” She grunted, pushing her hips back into him as he continued to pound into her. Her walls began to tighten around him. He tightened the fingers at her throat slightly as she started to shake, her walls gripping him like a vice as her juices poured over him.

He moaned, feeling her cum around him. Quickening his pace, he chased his own release. He released her throat as she slumped down on the desk. He felt his orgasm begin to rush over him and he pushed deep, releasing his cum deep inside her core.

He leaned over and kissed her spin. “Thank you for your assistance, Mrs. Ackerman.”

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wewillwriteyou · 5 years

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Nobody likes a cold dinner || Ben Hardy (SMUT)

Summary: Ben comes home after a tiring day at work and finds Y/N dancing half-naked in the kitchen; Ben's POV

Pairing: Ben x fem!reader

Word count: 3.8k+

Warnings: SMUT!! , 18+, oral sex (female receiving), language blink and you'll miss it, protected sex (always stay safe folks)

A/N: sooo yeah, here it is our first SMUT One Shot; this one is about our Benny Boy thank me later for this inside joke and we really hope you'll like it! As specified in the warnings this One Shot contains explicit contents, so please read it only if you're 18+. Love you folks, enjoy! xxx

It had been a hard day at work. I couldn’t even keep my eyes open, as I was sat down on a dirty seat in the subway. The only thing that kept me awake was the idea of finally getting home.

The tube carriage was full of people and, if someone was claustrophobic that place would have been the least favourite one to attend. Luckily I didn’t bother and the crowded place around me seemed distant as I was fighting against my heavy eyelids to not fall asleep then and there.

Eventually, I reached my stop and I got up faster light, exiting the train and getting lost in a flood of people. I moved smoothly, perfectly knowing my way and in a moment I was emerging from the underground. The colourful lights of London welcomed me as I stepped outside.

I ran to cross the street and let out a sigh of relief when I spotted the imposing figure of the building where my flat was. I searched for the keys in the rear pocket of my trousers and opened the front door.

In spite of the tiredness, I opted for the stairs but regretted it when, after reaching the first floor and realizing I still had two more to go, I felt my feet already screaming for justice.

As the king of the losers, who recognized his defeat, I stopped in front of the elevator and happily stepped in, pressing the button with the number three just before the doors closed themselves.

I walked down the hallways lazily and, the more I got closer to my apartment, the more a tasty scent of food reached my nostrils. And my hungry stomach, already grumbling and getting emptier by the minute, started to make even weirder noises.

When I stopped in front of the door I smiled noticing it was open because I knew who had come home earlier than me.

I tried to be as quiet as possible while I entered the flat and immediately found myself surrounded by loud music and a pleasant sound of food sizzling in the pans. I shook my head as I let the shoes hit the pavement and adventured myself towards the kitchen. I stopped near the entrance to spy the situation.

There she was, dancing with a spoon in her hand as she was cooking God knows what kind of delicacy this time.

Me and Y/N had been dating for a while and, since she had stumbled into my life, she had changed it for the better. Every day. Giving her my spare key was the best idea that ever crossed my mind, because it was starting to happen more often that, after a tiring day at work, I came back home to find her settled in my environment.

Seeing her getting comfortable around the place I lived always warmed my heart and made me wish the day we would have finally gone to live together would have come faster.

I abandoned my shoulder against the wall, near the door and observed her: her hair was tight up in a messy bun or something like that, her body was covered only by one of my shirt, hitting all her curves in the right spots. She was freely dancing and singing, moving the spoon then and there in the air, while she was cooking what it looked like some sort of chicken steaks with vegetables.

She was swinging her hips and to my eyes, she was the most perfect thing that had ever stepped in front of my sight.

I coughed a little bit to recall her attention and, caught off guard, she dropped the spoon on the floor as she turned around. I gasped noticing my shirt was open, revealing a yellow bra and blue panties. Not coordinated, as usual.

“Ben!” she sighed in relief, putting a hand on her chest as she lowered herself to recollect the cutlery “You gave me a heart attack, honey!” she then added giggling, as she stepped closer to put herself on her tiptoes and kiss my lips.

I let my hands disappear under the light material of my shirt to caress the soft skin of her lower back. She smiled on my lips and I started to feel her little fingers drawing patterns on my neck and in my hair. Then she mumbled something, so I lazily pulled away, passing my thumb on her lower lip.

“Don’t get me started, unless you want to see your kitchen on fire and all the amazing food I was cooking all burned” she joked, her palm pressing on my cheek.

“No thanks” I laughed back at her and let her go, not before she had pecked my lips one more time before going back to cook.

I forced myself to look away, as I walked towards the fridge to grab a cold bottle of beer. I opened it and sat down on one of the chairs, abandoning my elbow on the table and occasionally sipping the iced drink I had in my hand. My eyes finally enjoying the sight of her again.

“Do you really need to stare at me like that?” she asked giggling, giving me the view of her back, because even without turning her head she well knew I was admiring her.

“Absolutely yes. Weren’t you putting on a show a second before I stepped in? Well, now you have your first spectator” my voice echoed as I finished the sentence, being the only sound in the room since the song ended in that very moment.

Love On The Brain by Rhianna soon filled the air and Y/N, after turning off the stove and putting down the spoon, mischievously turned around and abandoned her back against the counter.

“Is that what you want? – her tone lower and way flirtier, than the sweet and goofy one she used when she first welcomed me a few moments before – do you want a show?” she added, slowly walking in my direction.

I swallowed, maybe a little bit too loud, when she startled my lap, throwing her arms behind my neck. Her hand reached mine to remove the bottle from my fingers and put it on the table. My palms instinctively fell on her butt.

“Maybe, but I thought you were too busy cooking since you threatened me to burn down my entire house” I assumed a suggestive attitude as well. If she wanted to play she had to know I was keen to follow her plans.

Her thumb traced my lower lip, while with her left hand she massaged the back of my neck. She brushed her nose against mine only to let her lips ghost just an inch away from my open mouth.

“I was in fact cooking, because I was sure that, when my Benny boy would have come home, he would have been very hungry” she whispered in my ear and then nibbled my earlobe, a move that caused a hushed groan to vibrate inside my throat.

“I am hungry. And I hate this nickname” I shivered under her touch when she let her nails travel down my chest.

She smirked and got up before I could wrap my arms around her hips to stop her. She looked down at me and I observed how she let her hands disappear behind her back; she fidgeted a little with the closure of her bra, until she unbuckled it and tossed it on the floor, with smooth and slow movements that were literally driving me crazy.

I couldn’t stop my eyes that fell on her now exposed chest. Seeing her perky, soft breasts and her stiff nipples made me extremely hard and I knew she was letting me admire her for a while, aware of what effects that sight was causing me in that moment.

“I know you’re hungry, but – she stopped and got closer again; she started to caress my hair and I put my arms behind her thighs to encircle her legs and keep her standing between my knees – something tells me it’s another kind of hunger” she cockily said, putting her index finger under my chin to raise my head.

I kissed her tummy, starting from the exposed skin near the elastic band of her underwear and gradually reaching the space between her breasts. She inhaled sharply when I let my tongue swirl around her right nipple, while with the other hand I cupped her left boob.

Her grip on my hair tightened and her head fell backwards, while I was pleasing her with just my mouth. I knew very well which areas of her body were the most erogenous and I proudly smirked when I heard her moaning softly.

I couldn’t stand it anymore: I sharply got up from the chair and, pressing her body against mine, I leaned my head down to kiss her. Her mouth was already opened, ready to welcome my tongue. Her hands were restlessly travelling on my chest, on my back and on my hips, as she was eagerly kissing me.

“Sorry, who is hungry here?” I joked when I felt her fingers tinkering with my belt. She rolled her eyes and suddenly pulled away.

“If you intend to be this mouthy, then I guess you’re not getting any” she sassily announced, walking again towards the stove. When I saw she was about to light up again the fire under the pan, I took her from behind and lifted her off the ground.

An amused, tiny squeak escaped from her lips, as I stumbled heading to the bedroom. I harshly opened the door with my back to push it close a second after with my foot and let her fall against the mattress. She bounced a little and her laughter grew louder, making me smile.

“Damn, Benny boy, you must be starving to act like that” her teeth biting her own lower lip, while I quickly removed my t-shirt and threw it somewhere on the room’s floor. My socks followed it immediately, before I crawled up the bed to position myself on top of her.

I towered her body and attached my lips to hers, receiving a smug moan in response. Her hands caressed my back and I hummed as I moved my mouth from her lips to her neck.

“Could you blame me?” I mumbled on her skin, before sucking on the soft flesh under her ear “I came home and found you half naked in my kitchen dancing and singing. An irresistible sight, to say the least,” I added, lowering myself on her body to leave a series of open-mouthed kisses.

She locked her lips, but a trembling moan left her mouth, as she firmly tugged at my hair when I deposited a kiss on the inside of her thigh. I smirked and looked up at her, who smiled back. It was a shy smile, completely in contrast with the previous flirty attitude she used with me in the kitchen.

“Look at you, Y/N, getting all coy after a couple of kisses” I flirted toying with the waistband of her panties.

“Oh shut up!” she replied blushing and rolling her eyes. Her hands desperately trying to pull me up to face her again, but I shook my head clicking my tongue against my teeth.

“I have something to do in this precise area right now. If you’ll be patient, you might get a kiss later” I joked, sitting on my knees as I started to caress her hips with my fingers.

The little smiled that had grown on her face soon disappeared when I lowered myself. My face just a few inches away from her clothed core.

“Ben…” her voice trembled, echoing in the sudden silence that surrounded us. The playlist’s songs were nothing but a muffled and hushed sound, a distant melody on the other side of the door.

“Let me take care of you” I whispered, slowly pulling down her panties; she arched her back a little when my hot breath grazed her wet folds. I parted her legs, leaving a thread of small kisses on the inside of her thigh. Her fingers entangled in my hair.

I finally laid down on my stomach and tried an experimental touch, letting my thumb pressing a little on her clit. She moaned out loud and I instinctively buried my hips against the mattress searching for some friction.

“God Ben, don’t tease” she muttered between her teeth when I lightly touched her again, this time with my middle finger. I smirked and kissed her skin right under her belly button.

“So eager, my dear Y/N” a cocky smile painted all over my face. Before she could comment or say something I pressed my lips on her centre. She hissed and her back bent once again.

I encircled her waist with my arms and, after another little and quick kiss on her core, I pulled my mouth away and started to tease her again with a series of little pecks on her legs.

“Weren’t you hungry?” she tried to sound pissed or resolute, but her tone was so desperate that I found myself groaning against her skin. My guttural sound caused her to follow me with another loud moan.

“You’re fucking right” I mumbled and, unable to hold on anymore, I attached my mouth on her wet folds. A whimper of relief left her lips and she trembled a little under my touch. I grinned and let her tighten the grip on my hair.

Her palm was keeping my head closer to her core, while she was struggling to move her hips as I kept her steady against the mattress. I knew she wanted more than my slow licks, I knew she needed more friction, but teasing her and having her squirming like that under my touch was turning me on so much.

“Ben… pl-please. I need more” she stuttered, her voice interrupted halfway by a loud moan.

I started to move my tongue faster, taking my time then and there to suck at her swollen clit. Y/N arched her back and a thread of hushed whimpers left her mouth.

I was pushing my groin harshly against the bed, feeling my erection getting harder by the minute, as she kept gripping at my hair while she moaned my name repeatedly.

My nose was brushing against her clit when I started to tease her entrance with the tip of my tongue. A loud fuck drew itself on her pink lips and her hands left my hair for a moment to cup her own breasts. Looking at her from that angle was what I considered something heavenly.

Seeing her massaging her nipples gave me a rush of adrenaline and I started to lick her fast and sloppy, stimulating her inner lips with my thumb.

“Don’t stop, please” she shouted and since one of my hands was now working between her folds and I was holding her down just with one, she could move her hips freer and she didn’t waste no time to rock them against my lips.

The temperature in the room was unbearable and I was so hard I thought I could have come just eating her out. Not that I would have complained since it was one of the hottest things I had ever seen in my life.

When I fingered her, she started to shiver and I knew she was so close that she would have come undone in less than five minutes. She was still moving her hips, as I kept licking her up and down this time with a quicker pace, when she said something that almost made me sigh in relief.

“I want you inside me, Ben!” her voice higher than usual, as her fingers started to massage my hair again.

I pulled away and what sounded like a desperate whimper left her mouth, because of the sudden loss of contact. I rested myself on my knees, as I looked down at her.

“Are you sure? Don’t you want me to make you co- “I started, but she cut me off sitting on the bed to cup my face with her hands to drag me into a passionate kiss. We both almost fell on the mattress as she propped herself on her knees as well to wrap her arms around my neck; my hands instinctively fell on her lower back.

My lips were still glistening with her excitement and I knew she could taste herself on my tongue. This made both of us even hotter and bothered, assuming it was possible to be more turned on than what we already were.

In a moment her hands found their way towards my trousers and, without breaking the kiss she goofily tried to take them off. Reluctantly, but with an amused smile painted all over my face, I pulled away from her lips.

“Do you need some help? I see you’re struggling” I joked, taking off my belt and starting to unbutton my jeans. She rolled her eyes.

“Asshole” she then replied with a smirk and I saw her arching her shoulders a little to remove my shirt that she was still wearing. I stopped her, wrapping my fingers around her wrists.

She raised an eyebrow and sat down on the bed, while I blushed and struggled to take off my pants. Her sight fell on my prominent erection when I tossed the jeans on the floor and remained with only my boxer on.

“Could you keep this on?” I finally asked her, as I stretched my arm to slightly touch the hem of the opened shirt. Y/N bit her bottom lip and a cocky smile lighted her face up.

“Sure, you kinky boy” she mischievously replied before kissing me again. She guided me on top of her as she laid down on the mattress. I couldn’t help but smile on her lips, while I cupped her face with my hands.

Soon her fingers found the waistband of my boxers and she quickly pulled them down, her palms gently caressing my butt as I finally freed myself from the last piece of clothing that was still covering my body.

I started to kiss her jaw and her neck, letting the tip of my cock brush against her entrance. Y/N sighed in pleasure and her nails pressed themselves into the skin of my shoulders.

“Condom” she mumbled on my lips when I kissed her again. I frenetically nodded and stretched my arm towards the nightstand, quickly searching for one inside the drawer.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding when I finally grabbed the silver pack between my fingers. I fidgeted with it a couple of times, before finally extracting the condom, while Y/N was caressing my abdomen with her fingers, sincerely smiling up at me.

I rolled the sheath on my length and adjusted myself again between her legs. I kissed her left cheek, then her nose, her right cheek and finally her lips, making her giggle softly.

In a moment I was inside of her and we both let a moan of relief escape from our mouths, as I started to thrust harder.

We were both panting, being already overstimulated from the intense oral-session I gave her just a few minutes before.

Her legs entangled themselves around my waist, to keep me as close as possible; her hands threw over my shoulders, moving up and down the muscles of my back; her mouth searching, both, for air and for my lips, to eagerly kiss me.

My hands firmly pressed on her hips; my forehead buried in the crook of her neck or leaned against hers to let my tongue slip inside her mouth; my thrusts becoming sloppier by the minute.

The only audible sounds were her loud groans, followed by mine, and the slaps of skin against skin. The songs still playing in the distance were covered by our excited moans, knowing that probably all our neighbours were hearing everything. But in that precise moment, with my cock buried inside her wet pussy, nothing mattered to me.

“’m so close Ben!” Y/N admitted, letting her legs fall spread on the mattress giving me more access. When she clenched her walls around my dick, I let out a very loud moan that surprised both of us.

“Fuck!” I hissed, hardening my grip on her hips and thrusting harder inside her now throbbing cunt. She fisted the sheets and arched her back when she felt the tip of my cock twitching against her sensitive spot.

A moment later she was moaning from the top of her lungs, as the orgasm hit her body and she hugged me tighter, lacing her arms up my shoulders. After a few more erratic thrusts I followed her, chasing my high with lazy pushes as my head fell between her breasts.

I completely abandoned myself on her body, with my now softened member still inside of her. Her fingers were caressing my hair and my sweaty forehead, while I let my arms slip under her back to encircle her hips.

When I pulled myself up, sustaining my weight on my stretched arms, I slowly pulled out of her. We both sighed before I leaned down to kiss her lips. A chaste, sweet kiss, before I rolled on my back and laid down next to her.

We soon started to giggle, as she covered her eyes with her arm and I turned my head to admire her.

“We’re disgusting! We didn’t even wait after dinner!” she commented between the laughter, as she met my gaze. I pulled her closer to kiss her again, but she shook her head.

“Nope. Not again, Hardy. Now we get up, you clean yourself and I warm up the food” she said, sitting on the mattress and giving me her back, before she stood up and started to recollect her intimate apparel from the floor; the shirt still fluttering open, hugging her curves.

“Nobody likes a cold dinner” she then added, walking towards my side of the bed where I was now lying with my arms crossed behind my back.

She bent down to kiss me on the lips and I hummed in response.

“Well, I’ve already had my hot meal, so I won’t complain” I cockily commented when she pulled away.

She opened her mouth and blushed a little, before friendly punching me on the arm.

“Get dressed, you doofus! And don’t follow me into the bathroom! I’ll quickly get changed and then we’ll eat!” she commanded, approaching the door.

“At your orders, Captain” I replied, with a goofy tone and I heard her laugh as she exited the room.

I laid there for a couple of minutes but instantly got up from the bed when my ears captured the water of the shower roaring in the bathroom.

Dinner could have waited.

A/N: We’re gonna tag our usuals cause this is something new and we’d very much like your opinion on it, lovesies 🖤 You can absolutely ignore it if you don’t feel like reading it, but let us know if you do!

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jj-lynn21 · 4 years

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Party At Greenwald’s ch 6

Warnings: fluff, angst, possessive relationship

Images courtesy of @dearcardan on twitter, @billofourtime,imdb, mood board my creation

Music: Party Mix 2018

ch 1 ch 2 ch 3 ch 4 ch 5ch ch 7

{flash back continued}

When you get back to the guest house you grab your phone to create the email account. Luckily the name isn’t taken. Mark made some turkey sandwiches and you threw together macaroni salad with the leftover cheddar mac. You were getting into such a great flow doing things together. It made you very happy.

Maybe the happiest you had been your whole life other than the fact you could never go out to party with others. Neither of you had done any drugs in almost a month. Just drank a lot of wine. The stores were still delivering great wine with the food you wanted.

You watched True Blood as you snuggled, escalating into more as the show went on. Both of you naked. Your legs straddled over his lap looking towards the television. You thought you were going to be able to watch the show as you as your body bounced with his every thrust. But Mark acted as if he was jealous of your reactions. He pulled your head back by the hair.

“Eyes on me,” he pants. “That’s all wig and make up. I’m real. I’m right here fucking you until you cum.”

“Yes,” you moaned. “Oh, damn I love you…Yes… Mark…I”

He groans “Fuck yeah, I love you, Princess.” He grabs your hips force you down on his cock harder. He growls in your ear as his balls tighten.

“Oh Fuck Mark…” The growl pushes you over the edge and he knew it would. “YES YES…awwww yes”

“Fffffuck…yes…,” he cums. Pulls you back to lay over him. He turns the TV off. “That’s not to bad of a show you picked Babe. Better than those sparkling vampire ones Lily made me watch.”

You looked at him curiously, “Have you been thinking about her since Abra said she was in town?”

Mark chuckles, “let’s take a shower. We have a sort of party to get ready for. You should check your email for the time.”

You got up and started upstairs mumbling, “You still have a thing for someone who never really cared about you.”

“Hey,” Mark grabbed your shoulder before you got to the stairs, “I don’t give a fuck about that bitch. I guess it’s just being back home. Back in this place brings up memories. Not good memories. We have some crazy memories together. But never have I doubted you loved me. Like you said she never really cared about me. Never really loved me.”

You turned and just hugged him tight for a few minutes.

As you showered, Mark puts out what he wants you to wear. He puts out jean and a paisley print button up shirt for him. You walked in the bedroom in with a towel wrapped around your body and another wrapping your hair.

“Do I get to wear panties and a bra tonight?” You smirk since the last time he put an outfit out for you he didn’t want you wearing under garments.

Mark chuckles, “Yeah, I picked out a set I love that will show under the lace top and shorts.”

“You want me to parade around in that with your friends?” You looked surprised.

“Your mine and I want to show you off,” He grins. “Plus, they won’t be wearing much more.”

You just shake your head. He goes to shower. The invite on the email from Bex directs you to sign up on houseparty.com. When everyone is on you can video chat. A music list is also included to play in the background. You find the music to download to your phone. Then you set houseparty.com up on your laptop.

At 10pm you and Mark grab some beers and sit the laptop on the desk. You Angled wide so the video will show you on the couch and dancing behind it. You set your phone to the playlist.

“Hey, everyone.” Bex says sitting by Abra. “We are quarantining at my apartment. How are you all doing?”

Another window opens with Lily and her grey bearded, bald headed husband by her side. “Hey everyone. We’re good in our neck of the woods.”

You buried your head in Marks shoulder to hide your laughter. He looked more like he was seventy-five than in his fifties.

Mark kept a straight face, “Hey, this is my girl, (YN). Bex and Abra met her earlier today.”

You thought you would be in the least amount of cloths, but Lily has what looks like string bikini that barely covers her. Bex and Abra have short shorts and cami’s.

“Turn the music on,” Bex got up to hit hit the music on her ipad.

You hit play on your phone.

Mark chuckles, “All to familiar Bex. Did you get all the songs from senior year?”

“Hell yeah I did, “She and Abra started dancing. “Not all the memories are bad. Do you remember the first party we had at Greenwald’s. His parents were almost always out of town so we could do whatever we wanted.”

“Dance with the girls, Princess,” Mark suggests. “Yeah, good night, I think. I remember trying to hide the hangover from my parents. My mom thought I had the flew from not wearing a coat outside.” He laughed.

“I remember we fucked that night we met,” Lily smirked.

She was sitting on her husband’s lap. You were up dancing. A beer in hand. You ignored Lily’s comment.

Mark said, “Sorry, Lily I have no memory of that night and many others at Greenwald’s. It was great to forget shit for a night or two. Man, I really miss partying. My frat house was a big fucking party every evening at 10pm until around 6am Thursday, Friday and Saturday.”

You throw yourself on Mark’s lap, “I vouch for that. Usually ending with Mark going down on me sooo good. But I get that now to.” You giggle getting tipsy already.

Mark blushed.

Lily glares, “Good for you. That was the cause of our biggest fight.”

“I thought our biggest fight was because you sent dirty pictures to another old dude who was married.” Mark spit out like it tasted nasty in his mouth.

Abra pointed her finger at the screen, “Enough of that shit talking about each other. We are here to dance and reminisce about good things. Like ruling the school and having a great time doing it.”

“I’m sorry,” Mark pouted. “We had some great times. Better nights that I loved, I can’t really remember.” He laughs holding up his beer. “To Greenwald’s”

You and the others all hold up their beers, “To Greenwald’s.”

Bex falls onto her couch, “Sounds like some of us matured more than others that pretend to be.”

An obvious dig at Lily for not apologizing. Lily rolls her eyes.

She pulls her husband up, “We’re dancing.”

Shape of you plays as she rolls her body up and down her husband.

Mark picks you up standing you up. He puts his forehead to yours humming the song. You slide your hand up his neck to his cheek. Mark mouths the words, “I’m in love with the shape of you…”

Lily husband is noticeable excited. “Does this mean we get to have sex tonight?”

She just glares at him.

“Sorry Lily, I know its not our normal night.” He seems completely subservient to her.

Mark and you kiss so you don’t laugh out loud at Lily’s poor husband. Abra and Bex are laugh. They are also smoking marijuana that might be making everything a little funnier to them.

“So how many time a week do you and your Princess have sex Mark,” Bex laughs just knowing its way more than lily.

You speak up, “That’s a difficult number to really calculate. One to three times a day every day unless I really need a break. My legs and my pussy ach for more than a day sometimes.”

Mark grins as he grinds against your ass. Arms around you from behind. You are looking towards the screen as their mouths all drop open with envy.

“Sorry, Princess.” Mark’s grin just gets bigger.

“And then sometimes I can’t think straight for hours after,” you brag.

“Are you insinuating he fucks your brains out?” Bex comments.

“I wouldn’t put it that crassly but sure,” you blush.

“She is so amazing,” Mark brags.

You drink and chat with everyone eventually passing out in Mark’s arms.

#mark assassination nation #assassination nation #fanfic #fan fiction #original story #fiction #au #love #social distancing #quarentine #quarantine fiction

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psychosistr · 5 years

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The Star’s Lover

For Day 5 of @josuyasuweek - Musician AU/Fashion/Festival

Summary: Okuyasu loves helping his boyfriend record his music videos. Dealing with his fans, however, is something he could live without...

Notes: Again, this takes place in the same ModernAU as the other stories. Didn’t get to touch on it the last one, but Josuke is an internet musician known as Jo⭐️ (read as Jo-star if the symbol doesn’t post correctly), which is why in the last one his ringtone on Okuyasu’s phone was Josuke himself singing a cover of “Great Days”.

“Aaaaaand, cut!” Okuyasu called while hitting the stop button on the video camera he was holding. The image of Josuke sitting on the lip of a fountain while holding his guitar that he’d been looking at through the viewing window gained a big “pause” symbol over it, his view shifting over to the real thing. “I’ve always wanted to say that. Did I sound like a director?” He asked the other boy with a chuckle while heading over to join him at the fountain.

“Yeah, totally.” Josuke chuckled, setting his guitar down carefully on the ground beside him as he took the camera that Okuyasu handed to him.

Okuyasu took a seat next to his boyfriend on the lip of the fountain and pressed in close to his side so he could see the little screen on the camera as well when Josuke started to review the footage he’d just shot. “So, how’d I do? I know it’s probably not as good as when Jotaro does it, but-”

“Babe, it looks great.” Josuke cut him off and turned his head to give the other boy a kiss on the cheek, allowing him to see the bright smile on his face. “I really owe you one. Sorry for calling you up at the last minute like this.”

Okuyasu grinned, his cheeks turning just the tiniest bit red. “It’s not a big deal, I wasn’t doing anything, anyway.” He wrapped his arm around Josuke’s shoulders and held him even closer against his side. “Besides, any excuse to hang out with you is good enough for me!”

Josuke chuckled at his boyfriend’s enthusiasm and gave him another kiss before getting to his feet, dragging the other boy up with him by the arm still around his shoulders. “So, would a free thank-you lunch be a good excuse to keep hanging out with me?”

“You had me at lunch!” Okuyasu replied with a laugh, helping Josuke put his guitar back in its case so they could head downtown to find a place to eat.

The call from Josuke had come out of nowhere, asking if Okuyasu could help him with his next video. Usually, he got Jotaro or Jolyne to help him with his projects, but they both got stuck at work last minute and had to cancel on him. Luckily for him, and Okuyasu, the other boy had swapped shifts at work with one of his coworkers and ended up free that afternoon, meaning they got to enjoy each other’s company and that Josuke had someone free to shoot the footage he needed.

Okuyasu definitely didn’t mind helping Josuke out with his videos in the slightest. Like he said earlier, any excuse to hang out with his boyfriend was good enough for him. Besides, he LOVED watching Josuke perform. The way he played, the way his voice sounded when he sang- there was just something pure and enchanting about it all that made Okuyasu fall in love with the other boy a little bit more every time he heard him. Plus he got to joke and say that he was dating an internet-famous musician, how many people could claim that?

But, as they reached the restaurant district of the downtown area, Okuyasu was reminded of the downsides of dating a celebrity, even if it was just someone who was mostly famous online…

“Oh my gosh!” A female voice called out in surprise before a girl around their age suddenly ran up to them, looking at Josuke with an excited smile. “Aren’t you Jo⭐️?!”

Josuke smiled politely at the girl. “Yep, that’s me. Nice to meet you!”

The girl squealed and pulled out her phone. “I am SUCH a fan! Can I get a picture?!”

Josuke chuckled, all too used to this by now. “Yeah, sure.”

“Thanks!” The girl got in close to Josuke and threw her arm around his neck, having to stand up on her tiptoes so they could both be in the selfie when she hit the button.

“……” Okuyasu quietly backed away and watched the scene from a foot or so away, not wanting to intrude on their moment. He was pretty sure they wouldn’t want him in the picture, anyway…

Once she got the picture, the girl let go of Josuke and looked at her phone with an excited grin. “This is the best day ever- all of my friends are gonna be so jealous!” She giggled while posting the picture online and adding tags to it before looking up at Josuke with a slightly shier smile- one of those falsely innocent looks that was used as a segue to flirting. “Sooo, what are you doing out here, anyway?”

“Just shooting a new video and grabbing a bite with my boyfriend.” Josuke replied, taking a moment to look around and realizing that Okuyasu wasn’t right next to him anymore. Seeing the other boy’s posture and the look on his face made Josuke frown slightly and he moved closer so he could hold Okuyasu’s hand with a soft smile. “Come on babe, let’s get some grub- I’m starving.” He waved at the girl with his other hand, not giving her a chance to reply as he walked away. “Have a great day!” Once they were far enough away, Josuke gave the other boy’s hand a gentle squeeze while looking him in the eyes. “Dude, it’s okay to tell me if something’s bugging you. If taking selfies like that bothers you, then-”

“No, it’s fine.” Okuyasu said, giving Josuke his best attempt at a smile, even if he didn’t really feel it.

He hated feeling jealous of Josuke’s fans. They were essentially just strangers online who only liked him for his voice and his good looks. They didn’t know him, not like how Okuyasu knew him. Josuke wasn’t embarrassed by Okuyasu, either- he was always very open about their relationship and there were pictures of him all over Josuke’s various social media feeds, all of them openly calling him his boyfriend. Most of his fans seemed to ignore those posts, though, still trying to flirt with him whenever they met him in person, even if Okuyasu was standing RIGHT THERE. Josuke always ignored their flirting, but it still bugged Okuyasu to no end that these people essentially wrote him off like they weren’t actually dating or something. It was petty and stupid and he knew it, but he couldn’t help the way he felt.

They ended up picking a restaurant with an outdoor patio, Josuke deciding to sit outside so they could enjoy the pleasant weather together- especially since no one else was sitting outside at the moment. They ordered their appetizers and talked while they waited, Josuke clearly trying to take Okuyasu’s mind off of what happened earlier while Okuyasu tried to pretend that he wasn’t still bothered by it.

After a while, Josuke started to notice a small crowd of people watching them from outside of the fenced-in patio, a few of which already had their phones out. With a sly smile, an idea came to him and he opened up his guitar case, pulling out his iconic and appropriately named pink ivory acoustic guitar, the Pink Diamond. It may not have been as flashy as his electric guitar, Crazy D., but it was well-known enough from his videos that several people watching instantly gasped and started recording.

Josuke didn’t look at them, though- his attention went completely to his boyfriend as he looped the shoulder strap on and stood with the guitar in his hands. Okuyasu was confused at first, watching as the other boy started to gently strum out the notes of a song while walking around to Okuyasu’s side of the table.

After a moment, that angelic voice that Okuyasu loved to hear began to sing along with the tune, making him melt when it was combined with the adoring look that Josuke gave him.

“I love you too much..To live without you loving me back. I love you too much- heaven's my witness and this is a fact.

I know I belong…when I sing this song…There's love above, love and it's ours- 'cause I love you too much…

I live for your touch..I whisper your name night after night. I love you too much..There's only one feeling and I know it’s right.

I know I belong…when I sing this song…There's love above, love and it's ours- 'cause I love you too much…

Heaven knows your name, I've been praying to have you come here by my side. Without you a part of me is missing. Just to make you my own, I will fight.

I know I belong…when I sing this song…There's love above, love and it's ours- 'cause I love you too much…

I loooooove you too much! I love you too much. Heaven's my witness and this is a fact. You live in my soul…Your heart is my goal…

There's love above, love and it's mine 'cause I love you!

There's love above, love and it's yours ‘cause I love you!

There's love above, love and it's ours……if you love me as much…”

He ended the song by sliding his guitar around behind himself after the final chord and leaning down to give Okuyasu a passionate, loving kiss on the lips that conveyed every sentiment he just expressed with his song.

There were shocked gasps and the sound of camera’s clicking from the crowd, but Josuke continued to ignore them- the only gasp that mattered was the one his boyfriend let out when he kissed him.

For his part, Okuyasu was putty in the other boy’s hands. That voice always made his heart melt and turned his brain to mush. Combining that with the loving gaze that had been on him the whole time AND the love he could feel in the kiss? Needless to say, his brain had effectively shut down and he was on cloud nine.

When Josuke eventually broke the kiss, both of their cheeks tinted red by that point, he cupped Okuyasu’s cheeks tenderly in his hands and whispered to him. “I love you too much…so much more than anyone else in the whole world…”

Okuyasu could feel tears beading up in the corners of his eyes, but he wiped them away and instead wrapped his arms around Josuke’s waist, slipping them under the guitar at his back. “I love you too…” Finally taking notice of the crowd that had been taking pictures and filming them, a sneaky grin found its way to Okuyasu’s face as he stood up. “Way more than any of THEM ever could..”

He tightened his grip on Josuke and, before the other boy had a chance to question what he was about to do, he was pulled into another kiss- one even more deep and passionate than before. He dipped Josuke back, easily holding him up as the other boy clung to his shoulders. Okuyasu wasn’t normally the type to stake a claim, he hated the idea of treating someone he loved as if they were property he could claim the rights to, but he felt like showing off in front of the onlookers and the people who would see all of this online later.

Despite his earlier surprise, Josuke quickly returned the kiss, matching the amount of passion his boyfriend put into it and loving every moment of the possessive display. By the time it was over, Josuke had one hand resting on the back of Okuyasu’s head, one leg braced against Okuyasu’s hip for balance, and a much brighter blush across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “Oku..” He sighed, gazing up at his boyfriend with a dazed smile on his face.

Okuyasu grinned, partly out of pride and partly out of love, and looked at the crowd. “See that?” He held Josuke close for emphasis as he spoke. “I’m Jo⭐️’s boyfriend, Nijimura Okuyasu! I’m the only one who gets to date him and kiss him like this, so the rest of you can just go home!”

Josuke threw his head back and let out a loud laugh, looking upside down at the crowd with a grin that matched his boyfriend’s. “Sorry, folks, but he’s right- I’m a one-partner kind of guy and I am VERY happily spoken for!”

They both laughed in amusement and met each other halfway for another kiss that was less demanding, but just as loving and passionate as before. Josuke would probably have a million notifications by the end of the day from upset fans and people complaining about his “preferences”, but he couldn’t be bothered to care about that.

There was only one fan that truly mattered to him, and that was his number one fan:

Okuyasu, the one who would know and love him more than any other fan could ever hope to.

#josuyasu #josuyasuweek #josuke higashitaka #okuyasu nijimura #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #Modern!AU

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krizaland · 5 years

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I've got an idea for Zim x Reader story. Zim lost his PAK and didnt get it back on time which led to his body death. But then Reader found PAK and uploaded Zim's consciousness to a computer. And now both Reader and Zim trying to figure out how to bring Zim back to the physical world. P.S. I know, that PAKs attach to every being availible, but can we just skip this? P.P.S. Sorry if i make mistakes. English is not my native language. P.P.P.S. Your stories are really cool. Thank you.

Thank you for your kind words and your very interesting request! I’ve actually got the perfect idea for this one!

Be warned: I decided to take inspiration from Issues #24 and #25 of the Invader Zim comic series. So there will be some spoilers ahead! If you haven’t read issue #25 then I highly recommend you do so. However, if you’ve already read it or just don’t mind spoilers then read on! Reader will also be hit on by a very gross creep! While, there won’t be anything sexual, things might get very uncomfortable. There will also be some swearing ahead.

Here’s the song I used btw

You let out a groan as you slowly opened your heavy eyelids.

“Oh hey! You’re finally awake!”

You let out a gasp as you were greeted by none other than Fitzoo-Menga!

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you there!” He chuckled as he pressed a few buttons on his chair.

The moment he got closer to you, the most foul odor assaulted your nostrils.

You nearly gagged as you started to cough.

“I take it you....must be...Fitzoo-Menga” You wheezed through your coughs.

“Please call me, Virooz. It’s who I am on the inside!” He purred as he circled you.

“Why did you kidnap me?!” You heaved as you managed to catch your breath.

“Because your Zim’s life mate! At first I was gonna destroy you for making Zim all soft and stuff but you’re actually kinda hot so I think I might keep you around for a while!” Virooz chuckled as he stroked your face.

“Hey! Quit it!” You whined as you tried to turn your head away from him.

“Aww! Playing hard to get I see.” Virooz cooed as he patted your cheek.

“Let me go! I wouldn’t date you even if I wasn’t already dating Zim!” You snarled as you struggled in your restraints.

“Aww, Come on, baby! You gotta be crazy to not want to date a High-Tech qudrillionaire genius!” Virooz pouted.

“Well then throw me in the crazy house! Because I’m not interested in dating someone who smells like he hasn’t showered in 300 years!” You snarled as you shot him a glare.

“Oooh! Feisty! Virooz likey.” Virooz crooned as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Eww! Stop looking at me like that!” You gagged as you tried to avoid Virooz’s hungry gaze.

“Don’t worry! You’ll learn to love me, baby!” Virooz chuckled with a wink.

You were just about ready to vomit when

BEEP! BEEP!

“Oh! Looks like your now ex boyfriend is nearby!” Virooz sang as he turned to his main computer and pressed a few buttons.

SHOOMP!

Zim was lifted off the ground and sucked up into the ship

PLOP!

Zim fell onto a bright green couch.

“Welcome, Zim.” Virooz crooned without turning his chair around.

“Virooz I presume! Why have you brought this humble janitor to-” Zim asked.

“You’re not a janitor and you didn’t fool anyone with your stupid disguise, Zim!” Virooz’s voice was ice cold as he spoke.

“Fine! I am indeed Zim! Just as you, ‘Virooz’ are Fitsoo-Menga! I’m right about that right?” Zim’s voice shrank a bit as he spoke.

“Yep”

“JUST WHAT IS YOUR GAME, VIROOZ?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY Y/N?!” Zim demanded as he snapped a finger in his direction.

“My game is to make you stop sucking! And as for Y/N? They’re right here! ” Virooz cackled as he spun his chair around and revealed you tied up in a chair.

“RELEASE Y/N! RELEASE THEM OR SUFFER THE WRATH OF ZIM!” Zim roared as he stomped his foot.

“Relax, Zim! I’m not gonna hurt Y/N. I wouldn’t want to hurt my new life mate!” Virooz chuckled as he put his hands on his stomach.

“Eh?! Your life mate?! But Y/N is my life mate!” Zim whined as he gestured to himself.

“Not anymore! Y/N is my life mate now!” Virooz taunted as he patted your head.

“No way! Get your hands off of me you creep!” You snarled as you tried to move your head away from Virooz.

“You know, I was going to like destroy them and stuff but man! They are feisty! Y/N is the only thing about you now that doesn’t suck, Zim!” Virooz purred as he kept stroking your head like a cat.

“GET YOUR FILTHY CYBER APPENDAGES OFF OF MY Y/N!” Zim let out a war cry and lunged at Virooz

SWIP!

CRASH!

Virooz moved his chair aside, causing Zim’s face to kiss the floor.

Zim let out a groan as he peeled himself off of the floor.

“Wow! Even your attempts so save your life mate are lame!” Virooz shook his head as he pushed a few buttons on his chair.

SWIP!

A chair came zooming into the room and knocked into Zim’s legs, causing him to fall into it.

All you could do was watch Zim scream in agony as he was forcibly tied to the chair.

“There! Now that everyone’s here, I think you need a reminder of just how awesome you used to be!” Virooz exclaimed as he pressed another button on his chair.

ZAP!

A large monitor in the center of the room crackled to life and the lights dimmed.

Inside the Irken Dooqbase, Commander Poki was giving the Invaders-in training a lecture on why they should never remove their PAKs.

“…And, as Private Sox is showing us, rookies, that is why you never detach your PAK! The PAK is all that you are as an Irken! It controls your body! It contains your memories! And emergency directions to the nearest snack stockpile.” Commander Poki explained as she held up Private Sox’s PAK.

“There you go, Private Sox! Neurothing on!” Commander Poki dropped Private Sox’s PAK and pulled out a small pen like device.

“REATTACHMENT PROTOCOL”

And with that, several metal tentacles whipped out from Private Sox’s PAK. Private Sox’s PAK then scuttled off to reunite with its host.

You hummed as you slowly became invested in the recording. Zim mentioned that his PAK was basically his brain but you never knew that it could come off.

“Enjoying the show so far?” Virooz whispered.

You let out a gasp as you felt his hot, smelly breath burn against your ear.

“Heh. You sure are jumpy.” Virooz teased as his arms slithered around you.

“Get off of me!” You hissed as you tried to shake him off of you.

“Mmm…Keep that fire burning baby.” Virooz purred as he released you.

A shudder ran down your spine as you turned your attention back to the monitor.

As the recording went on, you couldn’t help but giggle. Zim was so cute when he was younger, despite blowing up the entire Dooqbase.

Soon the recording came to an end and the lights came back on.

“That was amazingness, maaaan! The way you blew up that dooqbase? Sick! And your first mission, too!” Virooz gushed as he zipped in front of Zim.

You and Zim exchanged confused glances for a moment.

“Of all your videos that I hacked from the Irken military archives, that is definitely top three. Well, top five. If you don’t include that things with the Electro-slugs and the rubber shorts. That was killer, maaan!” Virooz bailed as spittle begun to fly from his lips.

“So you’re a fan of my work. Great. So am I. Now let me and Y/N go.” Zim growled as his ruby eyes narrowed.

“Fan? Man, I am like all over your work! I mean, yeah, by day I’m Fitzoo-Menga, high-tech quadrillionaire genius. But at night, I am totes into your stuff!” Virooz gushed.

“And sticking cyber-things on your hideous body, it seems.” Zim muttered.

“And being a disgusting creep.” You added.

“Oooh! There’s that fire again! Man, I’m glad I didn’t destroy you, baby! We’re gonna have sooo much fun together!” Virooz giggled.

“Stop calling me that! I’m not your baby!” You snarled as you shook in your seat.

“Yeah! Y/N is Zim’s baby! Not yours!” Zim added as he tried to scoot in front of you.

“Whatever.” Virooz scoffed as he flicked his wrist.

“Anyway, Fitzoo-” Zim began

“Call me Virooz! It’s who I really am inside!” Virooz crooned as he gestured to himself.

“Well, Virooz-”

“Virooz got your attention by getting GIR to attack you!” Virooz cooed.

“Well, Virooz-”

“Virooz led you inside GIR’s programming to give you the coordinates to Cyberflox!” Virooz chuckled.

“Well, Virooz-”

“Virooz kindapped Y/N and seduced them.”

“No you did not!” You gagged.

“Then Virooz watched your every move on mall security cams!” Virooz squished his cheeks.

“Well, Virooz-”

“And Virooz grabbed you when you figured out the truth! I am Viroooooooz!” Virooz cackled.

“WELL, VIROOZ!!!!! If you will stop blowing your word-hole!!! WHY ARE WE HERE?! Do you want my autograph?” Zim roared as he shot Virooz a glare.

“No way maaaaan! You’re terrible now!” Virooz whined as he pressed a few keys on his main computer.

“Terrible?!” Zim parroted.

“Ever since you’ve been on Earth, you’ve gone totally downhill! Squishing the Earth with Mars? What is that?! Or that bologna serum? And what’s with the big-headed kid?! Who cares about him?!” Virooz complained as gestured to all of Zim’s previous schemes on screen.

“All right-”

“Oh, and now you’ve given up on being an Invader?! Just because you got a totally hot life mate?! Maan, I don’t even know who you are anymore! You’re not my Zim that’s for sure! Why can’t you go back to destroying things?! I’ll bet Y/N would look so much hotter setting off some gigabooms with you!” Virooz pouted as he folded his arms.

“You’re right, he’s not your Zim. He never was! Zim is his own awesome person, who doesn’t exist just to please sweaty man-babies like you! Things change, Virooz! Things change! Zim has indeed changed and he will continue to change whether you like it or not! You wanna know why? Because Zim is growing up! Maybe you should try it sometime!” You ranted as you wriggled in your seat.

“Hot damn! Did you hear that?! Maaan, That was so spicy! What a savage! See, Zim?! At least your life mate is cooler than you!” Virooz squealed as he dragged you closer to him

“GET YOUR CYBER HANDS OFF OF MY Y/N! And as for your feedback, I will take it….And ignore it! NOW LET Y/N AND I GO!” Zim demanded as he scooted closer.

“Nuh-uh! See, I know how to fix your slump! I’m going to become you!” Virooz cackled as a creepy grin spread across his face.

“WHAAT?!” You and Zim exclaimed in unison.

BEEP! BEEP!

“Oh, look! We’re here, Planet Dooq, site of your first awesome mission” Virooz announced as he begun to land the ship.

“Well, it was pretty awesome.” Zim admitted.

“Do you know what this is?” Virooz chuckled as he pulled out a large poorly constructed PAK.

“Terrible?” Zim retorted.

“Garbage?” You grumbled.

“It’s my version of an Irken PAK! I designed it myself!” Virooz boasted as he patted his mechanical abomination.

“You designed it terrible.” Zim noted.

“Come on, Maaaan! It does everything the Irken PAK does! Holds your personality. Controls a body. Plus full surround sound speakers!” Virooz beamed as he made the PAK play horrible music.

“So you want me to endorse it?” Zim asked as he tilted his head in confusion.

“Nope! I’m going to dump my mind in it… and attach it to your body!” Virooz squealed as he shoved the poorly constructed PAK in Zim’s face.

“WHAT?! Never!” Zim screeched.

“Yeah! This is insane, Virooz! I don’t even think your underdeveloped brain is even compatible with Zim’s body!” You added.

“Just wait here, duuuuudes. While I get just one sick thing from the wreckage! Oh and one more thing!” Virooz chuckled as he made his way towards you.

SMOOCH!

Virooz planted a sloppy, wet kiss onto your cheek.

“Bye baby! See you real soon! Computer! Lock the hatch!” Virooz purred as the door locked behind him.

You sat gobsmacked for a moment as you tried desperately to hold back your vomit.

“Y/N! Are you alright?!” Zim yelped as he scooted his chair next to you.

“No….Oh god I feel so violated…” You shuddered as a few tears trickled down your cheeks.

“Don’t cry, my sweet, Y/N! I’ll get us free from these primitive chairs!” Zim reassured as he activated a multitool from his PAK.

“At least we’re in this together.” You sniffled as you tried to regain your composure.

“He tied us up with rope! What kind of idiot uses rope?! Now let’s see.. Ion inverter…Transphasic screwdriver…Quarkmonker….Transcranila Binulator…..Polarmonistonic Corkscrew…Lot of stuff in this thing..” Zim grumbled as he searched through his multitool.

“Why don’t you try the-”

“Shh! Not now, my sweet! I need to concentrate!” Zim hushed as he continued his search.

You let out a sigh and shook your head. You loved your boyfriend but sometimes he was just so stubborn!

“Ah ha! Tweezers!” Zim announced as he selected the small pair of tweezers amongst the sea of other gadgets.

“Really tweezers?” You groaned as you raised an eyebrow.

“Yes! Tweezers are the perfect tool for a job like this, sweet Y/N! Now just hold on while I tweeze myself free! Once I’m free of this primitive rope, I can set you free as well!” Zim explained as he begun to tweeze away at the rope.

Meanwhile, Virooz ventured out into the ruins of the Dooqbase and stumbled upon a first aid kit.

“Aha! An Irken Neurothing!” Virooz cheered as he held up the neurothing.

It wasn’t long before Zim was almost free of his rope prison.

“Almost completely tweezed through…” Zim muttered as he got a communicator device from his PAK.

“Zim to GIR! Come in GIR!” Zim screamed into the communicator.

GIR was hanging out in a birthday cake alongside Minimoose who was wearing a purple flowery sun hat.

BRRING! BRRING!

GIR’s head opened up and projected a hologram of Zim.

“GIR! It’s an emergency! I need you to-What are you doing?”

“I’m a birthday cake!” GIR chirped.

“Ohhh-kay. I need you to get the ship and get to my coordinates immediately! Understand?!” Zim commanded.

“Yes, my master!”

“Good! Zim out”

GIR was about to cut the call but Zim stopped him.

“I mean now GIR!”

“Oooh! Ok! Come’ere ship!” GIR chirped.

BOOM!

The ship crashed through a wall and zipped in front of GIR and Minimoose.

“WE GOIN’ TO SPAAAACE!” GIR sang as he hopped into the ship.

“Neyah!” Minimoose squeaked as the ship blasted off into the starry sky.

Meanwhile, Zim had finally managed to tweeze himself free of his primitive prison.

BAM!

Zim burst free and rushed to your side.

“Fear not, my sweet Y/N! For Zim is here to set you free!” Zim sang as he untied you.

You let out a sigh of relief as you felt the rope loosen.

“Thanks, Zim!” You hopped out of your chair and stretched for a moment.

“Of course! Zim wouldn’t leave you with that DISGUSTING Virooz! Now let’s clean your beautiful face free of Virooz’s FILTHY SLOBBER!” Zim pulled out some wipes from his PAK and cleaned your face.

“Victory! I have successfully eliminated all traces of Virooz’s FITHLY SLOBBER!” Zim cackled as he put the wipes away.

“Thank you so, so much, Zim!” You squealed as you rubbed your now clean cheek.

“It was no trouble, sweet, Y/N! I-”

SMOOCH!

Zim was cut off by you planting a much cleaner kiss on his cheek.

Zim’s PAK sparked as his antennas sprung straight up. His face turned a darker shade of green as his worm like tongue hung out of his mouth. He let out a few chirps and purrs as he rubbed his cheek.

You let out a giggle at Zim’s lovestruck behavior.

Zim shook away his infatuation and cleared his throat.

“Now, the door is locked! So we shall escape through the ventilation ducts!” Zim announced as he gestured to one of the ventilation ducts.

“Are you are that’s the best way-”

“Of course it is, sweet Y/N! Now come on! We don’t have much time!” Zim insisted as he ripped off the ventilation duct’s grate and pulled you inside with him.

Zim’s spider legs clicked against the inside of the ducts as he held your hand and lead you along.

After what felt like a few minutes of struggling to navigate through the maze of ventilation ducts, Zim had found an opening.

“AHA! Freedom!” Zim squealed as he burst open the grate and pushed you out with him.

PLOP!

PAF!

You fell flat on your rear as Zim plopped into your lap.

“Hey duuuuudes! Trying to get away? Epic fail!” Virooz taunted as he floated back into the room.

“We did this on purpose! To show you we escaped your primitive rope!” Zim lied as he gently crawled out of your lap.

“Yeah! Seriously? Rope? How uncreative! You claim to be a high-tech quadrillionaire genius and all you had to capture us with is rope?” You added as you got up and put your hands on your hips.

“Primitive? Uncreative? Rope is classic, maaaaan! You’ve gotten so lame you couldn’t even save your life mate and leave the ship, Zim! But hey look what I got! An Irken neurothing! For detaching and replacing Irken PAKs! Killer right?!” Virooz sang as he waved around the neurothing.

You gasped as you stood in front of Zim protectively.

“Move aside, baby! It’s time for me to take over Zim’s body, go out there into the galaxy and restore his former glory!” Virooz cheered as he shoved you aside with his chair.

You let out a yelp as you plopped onto your bottom.

“Y/N! Listen, Virooz! You will never be Zim! I am Zim! Your Zim would be a grubby shadow of the real Zim! Weak as a sickly mweep! Stinky like the rotten fruit of the filth-squeezing filth tree of-”

Suddenly, Zim’s rant was cut off by the sound of the Neurothing activating.

CLANG!

FLOP!

Zim’s PAK popped right off his back, causing his body to follow suit.

“Even your speeches got dumb!” Virooz groaned as he hovered Zim’s lifeless body.

“ZIM!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?!” You seethed as you rushed to Zim’s side.

“Relax, baby. Zim’s gonna be juust fine!” Virooz tried to sound reassuring but his voice dripped with malice.

A sinister grin spread across Virooz’s face as he pulled out his poorly contracted PAK and tried to jam it into Zim’s back.

“NO!” You screeched as you tried to stop Virooz.

But you were too late.

Virooz had already attached his poorly constructed PAK and hooked it up to his brain.

“Transferrrrr!” Virooz sang as he begun to download his brain into the new PAK.

Virooz screamed in agony as all of his mind and spirt was ripped from his brain.

All you could to was watch in horror as that sweaty man child took over your boyfriend’s body.

Soon, Virooz’s disgusting, sweaty body was left a lifeless husk as the download finished completion.

Soon, Zim’s body begun to shudder and squirm about.

“I AM ZIIIIIM!!!”

You let out a shriek when you heard Virooz’s voice come out of Zim’s body.

“See, baby? I told you your Zim would be just fine!” Virooz crooned as he flopped about in Zim’s body.

“You-You’re not my Zim! Get out of his body, you monster!” You commanded as you backed away form him.

“No way, baby! This is my body now! I’m going to go out there and start a new era! By rolling in the dust of my enemies! C’mon! Let’s go on a rampage together!” Virooz sang as he tried to grab you by the hand, only for his to go limp.

“That’s not your body, Virooz! You don’t even know how to control it!” You seethed as you gestured to his now noodle like arms.

“I’m not Virooz anymore! Didn’t you hear me?! I am ZIM! Don’t worry! I’ll get used to this body in no time!” Virooz insisted as he tried to reach for your hand again only to miss and have his hand wiggle about.

“Give Zim his body back, NOW!” You commanded as you shot him a fiery glare.

“Oooh yeah, baby! Gimme some more of that fire!! Mmm! We are gonna have some fun tonight!” Virooz purred as he continued to flail about in Zim’s body.

“You’re disgusting! Give Zim his body back now, you creep!” You demanded as you snapped a finger in his face.

“How many times do I gotta say this, baby? I. AM. ZIM!!! The other guy you keep talking about is dead! I’m Zim now and there’s nothing you can do about it! Now, come on! We got a galaxy to doom!” Virooz cackled as he continued to throw around Zim’s body like a rag doll.

“I’m not going anywhere until you return what you’ve stolen!” You snarled.

“Fine then! Who needs you anyway?! I AM ZIIIM! I don’t need anybody! Computer! Lock the hatch!” And with that Virooz stumbled out of the ship as the door locked behind him

“Virooz! Come back!! Zim needs his body!!!” You pleaded as you banged on the locked door.

You slowly slid to your knees as you realized that your pleas weren’t going to be heard. All you could do was sob.

“Zim….I’m so sorry…I couldn’t save you…” You choked out as you picked up the neurothing.

PING!

“EMERGENCY ATTACHMENT PROTOCOL.”

You let out a gasp as you saw several metal tentacles slither out from Zim’s PAK. Soon the PAK scuttled off in search of a new host.

Luckily, Virooz had abandoned his chair. It smelled a bit but it would have to do.

CLANG!

ZAP!

Zim’s PAK latched onto the chair and projected an image of Zim’s face.

“You cannot defeat me, Virooz! I activated the emergency attachment protocol and attached to… A CHAIR?! I’m a chair now. Great.” Zim grumbled.

“Zim!! Oh thank god you’re ok!” You squealed as you ran up to the chair and tried to hug it.

“Y/N! Don’t worry! Zim is fine! I’m just…a chair now I guess.” Zim sighed.

“We gotta get you out of this chair and back into your real body!” You yelped.

“Worry not, sweet Y/N! Chairzim will triumph!” Zim insisted as he unlocked the door and took you outside with him.

You activated your special space helmet and held onto Chairzim tight.

“If we’re gonna get your body back, we’re gonna need a better vessel than a chair. Do you think we can find something in these ruins?” You asked as you scanned the area.

“Well…I suppose you make a good point. Let’s see what we can find.” Zim hummed as he floated around.

After a few minutes of searching, Zim let out an excited gasp.

Standing before you and Zim was a MASSIVE mech!

“THERE! The Dunedoomer! The perfect vessel for Zim! Besides my SUPERIOR IRKEN BODY of course!” Zim cheered as he gestured to the mech.

“Holy crap! This is awesome, Zim! But how are we gonna get it running?” You asked as you hopped off of Zim and knocked on one of the mech’s rusty legs.

“Just leave that to me! Y/N? Did you happen to find a neurothing by chance?” Zim asked.

“Huh? Oh! It’s this thing right? Virooz dropped it before he left!” You chirped as you held up the neurothing.

“Excellent work, Y/N! Now on the count of three you will activate the neurothing and I will activate the emergency attachment protocol. Once I’ve activated the emergency attachment protocol, I will attach my PAK to the mech!” Zim instructed.

“You got it, master!” You giggled with a salute.

Zim let out a dopey giggle before clearing his throat.

“Ready? One…Two… Three! NOW MY SWEET!” Zim commanded.

“I love you, Zim! You wailed as you activated the neurothing.

CLANG!

Zim’s PAK fell off the chair and into the ground.

“EMERGANCY REATTACHMENT PROTOCOL”

And with that, Zim’s PAK scuttled off and attached itself to the mech.

Meanwhile, Virooz had stumbled his way into an abandoned weapon chamber.

“Now these are some real weapons!” He giggled as he browsed the weapon rack.

Soon, Virooz’s browsing was interrupted by an all too familiar laugh echoing throughout the room.

“Who’s there?! I got a bazooka and I’m not afraid to use it!” Virooz yelped as he struggled to hold up a large bazooka.

“Let me introduce myself”

BOOM!

The wall burst open to reveal Zim in his new mech body with you sitting on it’s ‘shoulder’.

When the dust settled, Virooz’s floppy jaw hit the ground.

“What the-? Really, dude?! Now you decide to stop sucking?!” Virooz stuttered as he almost dropped his bazooka.

“You didn’t think I was done? Did ya?” Zim sang as he thundered forward.

“Well I just begun having my fun, baby!” The ground shook as Zim continued to show off his new body.

“Some people live for attention, playing the victim. But baby, I was born to do the KILLING!” Zim cackled as he activated his laser guns and burst a hole into an empty slot on the weapons rack.

Virooz gasped and desperately struggled to pull the bazooka’s trigger with his limp fingers.

“I see how you’e going crazy, always thinking ‘bout me baby on the daily! Feed me your negativity! Talk some more about me! I know that you love me. LOVE ME!” Zim roared

Virooz loaded his bazooka and started to fire.

BLAM!

PINK!

BLAM!

PINK!

Every shot ricocheted off of Zim as he continued his song.

“Funny how you think I’m bothered! Know, I’m nothing like the others! You shouldn’t have messed with me ‘cuz I heard that you’re afraid of monsters. MONSTERS!” Zim stomped his foot, causing Virooz to shoot upward for a moment.

Virooz let out a shriek as the bazooka went flying out of his noodle hands.

“Are you ready for the monster?” Zim stomped forward as Virooz picked up a later gun and tried to fire it.

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

Not a single shot even made a dent on Zim’s new body.

“Are you ready for the monster?” Zim continued his rampage, slowly getting closer and closer to Virooz.

Virooz picked up another weapon and tried to fire it.

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

Once again, no luck. Zim’s body was still intact and Virooz ran out of ammo.

“Are you ready for the monster?” A sinister smile spread across Zim’s face as he left tracks on the sandy floor.

Not wanting to give up just yet, Virooz picked up another weapon and tried again.

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

Still no luck. Zim was still standing and Virooz was growing more and more panicked.

“Are you ready for the monster?” Zim had never felt more powerful.

Virooz let out a growl as he kept trying to take Zim down.

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

Virooz had lost once again and scrambled to find more weapons.

“You ain’t ready for the monster. Monster!” Zim cackled.

“Man! Why couldn’t you have been this cool before I had to steal your body!” Virooz spluttered as he frantically rummaged through the debris.

“I’m just being me! Cut out the things that I don’t need!” Zim growled as he begun to follow Virooz.

“But you need me, dude! Without me you’d just keep on sucking!” Virooz countered as he continued his search.

“I don’t care if you disagree! I don’t need no sympathy! Winning the game on my own! Yeah, BABY!” The ground shook as Zim savored every second of his power trip.

Virooz gasped as he tried to run but ended up falling flat on his face.

“I see how you’e going crazy, always thinking ‘bout me baby on the daily! Feed me your negativity! Talk some more about me! I know that you love me. LOVE ME!” Zim cackled as he loomed over Virooz.

Virooz peeled himself off the ground and kept running.

“Are you ready for the monster?” Zim blocked Virooz at every turn.

“Aha! Got you now!” Virooz let out a nervous laugh as he struggled to hold up a large laser gun.

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

Virooz let out a squeak as he ran out of ammo once more.

“Are you ready for the monster?” You sang along as you gave Virooz the smuggest grin you could muster.

Virooz had finally found another weapon and gave it one last try.

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“Monster?”

PINK!

“C’mon! C’mon! Don’t die on me too!” Virooz whined as he shook his weapon.

“Are you ready for the monster?” Zim’s stomps grew louder with each step.

STOMP!

“Monster?”

STOMP!

“Monster?”

STOMP!

“YOU AIN’T READY FOR THE MONSTER! MONSTER!” Zim bellowed.

Virooz desperately tried to search for another weapon but there were none left.

He tried to make one last run for it but realized he was at a dead end!

“Ah, it could’ve been so different between us! But then you went and messed everything up!” The room darkened as Zim’s shadow engulfed Virooz.

Virooz almost found a way out but you jumped off of Zim and blocked his exit.

“Going somewhere, Baby?” You sneered sarcastically.

“You took a knife and stabbed me in the back! Took everything I had! Sat in your chair and laughed!” Zim’s words dripped with venom as he drew closer.

“C’mon! I’m in your body! You wouldn’t want anything to happen to it right? Right?!” Virooz pleaded as he found himself drowning in stolen sweat.

“This is the last time, I’m gonna tell you now! If you try to break me, I’m gonna burn you down! Baby I’m done with you! Not coming back for you!” Zim’s voice was a low growl.

“Please man! I’m your biggest fan!” Virooz pleaded as he shrank down to his knees.

“NOW, Y/N!”

“With pleasure!” You sang as you grabbed Virooz and activated the neurothing.

CLANG!

Virooz’s PAK fell to the ground with Zim’s stolen body following suit.

“Funny how you think I’m bothered! Know, I’m nothing like the others! You shouldn’t have messed with me ‘cuz I heard that you’re afraid of monsters. MONSTERS!” Zim roared as he let you climb back onto his ‘shoulder’.

“Are you ready for the monster?” Zim stomped towards Virooz’s PAK

STOMP!

“Monster?”

STOMP!

“Monster?”

STOMP!

“Are you ready for the monster?” You joined in and started to clap along to the beat.

STOMP!

“Monster?”

STOMP!

“Monster?”

STOMP!

“YOU AIN’T READY FOR THE MONSTER!” Zim let out a maniacal laugh that rumbled throughout the ruins of the weapons chamber.

“Alright, Zim! Let’s get you back into your real body and get rid of Virooz’s PAK before he tries anything.” You giggled.

“Aww! Can’t I stay in this one for just five more minutes?” Zim pouted.

“Well, I can’t exactly kiss a mech.” You teased as you hopped off of his ‘shoulder’ and grabbed the Irken neurothing.

“Oh, ok! But only because you said so!” Zim huffed.

“Alright! I’m activating the neurothing!” You warned as you hopped onto Zim’s ‘shoulder’ one last time.

“Three…two…One!”

CLANG!

CRASH!

Zim’s PAK fell to the ground with the mech following suit.

“EMERGENCY REATTACHMENT PROTOCOL”

And with that, Zim’s PAK was reunited with its proper host.

“HA! VICTORY! I AM ZIM!! AGAIN!!” Zim cheered as he peeled himself off of the ground.

“I’m so glad you’re you again! Now what are we gonna do with this hunk of junk?” You asked as you held up Virooz’s PAK.

“I think I have an idea!” Zim chirped as he pointed to the sky.

And with that, Zim snatched Virooz’s PAK out of your hands and carried it outside.

“Where are you going?” You asked as you followed Zim.

“You’ll see.” Zim assured as he stopped in front of a large couch.

“Let’s see how he likes his new vessel.” Zim chuckled darkly as he threw Virooz’s PAK onto the couch.

“REATTACHMENT PROTOCOL”

Soon Virooz’s PAK attached into the couch.

“Ugh…What?! I’m still alive?!” Virooz whined.

“Unfortunately.” You grumbled.

“Really, Zim? You’re too lame to properly kill me?! And here I thought you were actually cool again! You really are terrible!” Virooz griped.

“Naaah! I AM ZIM! I AM AMAZING! Anyone who says I’m terrible is just too stupid to see it!” Zim boasted as he put his hands on his hips.

“The only terrible one here is you, Virooz! You harassed me, tried to possess a body that wasn’t even yours and you were stupid enough to tie us up with rope and to leave the Irken neurothing back on the ship!” You ranted as you punched one of Virooz’s couch cushions.

“OW! How does a couch feel pain?!” Virooz whined.

“Shut the fuck up, you literal couch potato!” You snarled as you stood in front of Zim protectively.

“At least you still have that fire…” Virooz whimpered.

You were about to rip him to shreds when,

ZOOM!

The Voot Cruiser zoomed by and plopped right in front of both you and Zim.

“HI MASTER! HI UNICORN! HOP ON IN!” GIR urged as he motioned for you two to get in.

“Looks like our ride is here, Y/N.” Zim chuckled as he grabbed you and pulled you inside the ship.

“Maybe now that you’e a couch you can finally get laid!” You quipped as GIR closed the Voot’s entrance and blasted off.

Zim, GIR, and Minimoose burst into hysterical laughter as the Voot left Dooq.

“That was glorious, Y/N!” Zim wheezed as he wiped away a pink tear.

“Thanks! God, he was lucky that GIR showed up with the ship! Otherwise Virooz would’ve been all stuffing!” You giggled.

“Now, about that kiss you were talking about earlier…” Zim purred as he nuzzled next to you.

“But of course, master.”

SMOOCH!

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mendesbadrepuation · 5 years

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Assistant *Series Part Two Crushing

Second part to this new series. I am terrible at descriptions and what to say here. So how about I just shut up and you read? Let’s hit lol :))

fair warning I did a little time jump....my apologies I don’t typically like to do that...but I did...yikes

first part is here

GIF IS NOT MINE!! CREDITS TO THE OWNER (Mendes-shawn)

“Y/n!”

My body twirls around in all directions as my name is being shouted in every way. It’s been about 4 months with the Mendes crew and I have loved every moment of it. Yes it’s been sooo wild and crazy but it’s been the greatest experience. Shawn and I have grown so close together over the past 4 months that I really have gotten to know him as an individual.

I’ve become a counselor, a doctor, a friend, a best friend, and so much more. I’ve literally learned the ups and downs of this whole process as an assistant.

“Y/n.” The one voice I was totally immune to hearing and the one that I could make out from anywhere.

“Shawn.” I reply as I’m straightening out one of his shirts to wear tonight. Shawn has been out and about with the press as well as doing some interviews before his big award show that was tonight.

“What do you think I should do?” Shawn asks about his new crush. He’s not mentioned any names but he seems pretty intent on her.

“Listen sugar if it was me I would not hesitate. It’s always worth the try and you just never know what could happen unless you do it!” I talk to him. Right now I was like the counselor and mom all at once.

“But that’s so scary. What if I get rejected?” Shawn leans against the table that was directly behind me and takes a drink of his coffee.

“Shawn.” I set the iron down and turn around so I can face him. “First off,” I scan my eyes up and down his toned body. “Look at you. Shawn not only do I say this as your assistant but as a girl with good taste. You’re like smokin hot.” Shawn opens his mouth to protest but I place my finger tip on the edge of his lips. “Assistant talking.” He makes a sassy look and I continue. “Two, you’re not only like smokin hot. But you’re the sweetest most down to earth guy ever. Your personality is always the first for most girls to notice.” I take a breath and Shawn’s cheeks were turning red. I’ve learned so many traits that he carries.

“Three. Honey it’s her lost if she rejects you.” I snap my fingers all sassy and turn my attention back to his shirt. “Lord knows I wouldn’t.” I mumble under my breath.

“What was that?” Shawn perks up from against the table. My head turns to look at him.

“What?” I play it cool and look at him confused. Shawn squints his eyes together and that’s when he licks his lips as he stares into my eyes. Mother heifer this boy. I would be lying straight through my teeth if there hasn’t been moments in these past 4 months where I totally day dreamed about us. How could you not?

But I kept myself in line and knew things were suppose to be professional between the two of us. There was moments where he had me wrapped around his fingers and I would have spilled all the beans if people hadn’t interrupted the moments.

Two weeks ago....

“Shawn if you’re that concerned about your quote on quote moves then just practice them on someone.” I explain kindly to him. It was one of those moments where Shawn and I were talking in his dressing room about nonsense. I came in with the intent to ask him about a interview but completely forgot when I walked in on him shirtless. Wow that train of thought wrecked and exploded all in a matter of 2 seconds.

“No way that’s so embarrassing.” He replies and I simply roll my eyes. “Hey men don’t always have to make the first move ya know!” Shawn says boldly.

“What’s that suppose to mean? I’ve made first moves way before the guy ever thought about it.” I stand up for myself.

“Yeah right. It was probably just a typical flirty text.” I was standing behind Shawn at this point while he was sitting on the couch.

I scoff at his statement. “When a girl makes a move...” I trail off as my lips were centimeters away from his ear. “We strategize. Cause you see. All men have this one weak point.” My lips were brushing against his ear now and Shawn was frozen as I whispered softly in his ear. My hands go down to his shoulders slowly. “All it takes is one thing and it leaves them wanting more. It leaves them curious.” My fingers seductively unbuttoned his shirt and I trace one finger down the middle of his chest then back up.

“Shawn!” A staff member enters the room and I slowly let my fingers leave his skin. I raise up and there was a huge smirk on my face. Shawn was so caught up and his brain forgot how to put words together.

“Y-yes. Yes.” He clears his throat and I confidently walk out of the room. I catch Shawn’s attention and wink. I was gone in a second but as soon as I rounded the corner I had to catch my breath. I was speechless after touching his skin like that. My heart was pounding when I saw him bite his lip to control himself.

I would have done anything to continue and kiss his skin. Just one touch.

Of course there has been more little moments before that but that’s been the closet to where I thought it could lead to something.

“You know Y/n. You can always come to me for advice too. I’m a great listener.” Shawn randomly adds and my heart flutters at his words. Just showing that you care like that means the most to me.

“That means a lot to me Shawn. I’m glad we’ve grown close and created this bond.” I finally finished his shirt and when I turn around Shawn was already stripping out of his previous plain shirt. My eyes probably lingered too long but I didn’t mind.

“Enjoying the view.” Shawn smirks and I help him put the nicely flattened shirt on.

“Mmm a little too much.” I flirt back just a little and I can notice him stand off from just that comment. “Don’t get nervous. I won’t seduce you or anything.” My fingers start to button up his shirt. Every piece and part of me wanted to stop. I wanted it left open so I can see him like this. His skin was hot and it’s all my mind could think about.

“You couldn’t seduce me even if you wanted to.” Shawn says confidently.

“Is that a challenge?” There was a sassy look that went across my face. I’ve been with Shawn for 4 months and in that time I’ve learned all the things that can make him tick.

“Let’s make a deal. If you seduce me by the end of the night I’ll buy you those bracelets you’ve been wanting. But if you don’t then you have to come with me back to my home for my family dinner.” My face scrunches up all puzzled. How did he know I’ve been wanting those bracelets? And why on earth would he want me to go with him to his family dinner?

“I never back down from a challenge.” I speak before I process anymore things. I was so competitive that I couldn’t resist.

“Good luck.” Shawn replies with a huge smirk on his face.

“Thanks.” I smile and turn around strutting my way out of the room. I left Shawn to get himself ready for the night. Now it was my turn to get ready and I knew the perfect outfit. Shawn was having me go with him and publicly announce me as his assistant. Many people knew but now I was going to be under the eyes of the public for sure. Shawn told me everything that would happen and all the consequences that came with it. I was just a lousy assistant. How much more can people get from that?

~~~~~~~

I hear a knock at my hotel door and I took a deep breath. I make sure all my bags are packed up since we were leaving from the award show. The staff was always in charge of making sure my bags went where we do. But I always made sure to pack it up because they’ve already been known to miss some things.

“Y/n. Are you ready?” I can hear Andrew from the other side of the door. It didn’t hit me now that I was nervous about this. Some stylists that helped me get ready had left about 10 minutes ago. It gave me some time to myself to collect everything. Including my head.

“Yes. You can come in.” Andrew pushes down on the handle and the door opens slowly. He had a very warm and calming smile placed on his face. It helped relax me and I nicely return the smile.

“You look beautiful.” Andrew says and my cheeks turn slightly red.

“Thank you.” I grab my small hand bag and Andrew holds his hand out for me to take. We walk down the hall to Shawn’s room. I watch people exiting quickly and a few of his buddies come out as well. I greet them with hellos and each of them complimenting me with such nice things. My face was so heated up from it.

“Shawn. Y/n is ready.” Andrew speaks in a soft tone. We all knew how stressful these events could be so soft voices helped the environment be more stable.

As I walked I felt the breeze of cold air go through the slit in my dress. The stylists picked out this dress for its revealing but very sexy qualities that it brought out in my body type. The navy was a color I never really liked on me but it looked good. The lace gave the dress a little flirty side along with the slit on my right leg. My sparkly silver heels were much taller than what I’m ever use to but I made sure to practice in them.

I watch as Shawn turns the corner of his room. His hands were fiddling with the buttons on his suit as he continued walking. His head tilts up and then his eyes meet my figure. One inch at a time Shawn’s eyes scanned me from head to toe. I felt a few insecurities come loose but I quickly tuck them away. My mind goes back to our bet and I quickly bite my lip. I couldn’t deny how handsome he looked and how the way he looked at me was not a friendly look.

I had something he didn’t. He was already falling for my trap and the night hadn’t even begun.

For a moment it’s like he forgot to walk as he stared at me. Andrew was smirking very smug as he noticed our reactions. I watch Shawn run his hand through his chocolate locks. Something so simple but so sexy it still made me weak at the knees.

“Ready for some action, handsome?” I ask as Shawn got close enough to me he was arms lengths away.

“Yes ma’am.” Shawn’s voice was lower than usual. He was trying to hold something back. Shawn holds his hand out for me and I gladly take it. We walk down outside to the large Tahoe waiting in the parking garage for us. Shawn helps me in to the back and makes sure I’m all good before he hops in. I thank him multiple times. The repetition was caused from the nerves.

On the ride there Shawn locks our hands together like a dead bolt. I didn’t mind it gave me some comfort as my nerves were starting to build up. I could feel my hands starting to sweat.

“I’m sorry. I’m getting a little nervous.” My voice came out shaky and Shawn takes notice. In this moment neither of us were focused on that bet. This was about to get serious for the both of us. If I make one wrong move then I’m in the public’s eye in a negative way for a very long time. Neither of us wanted that.

“Look at me.” Shawn says as he grabs both of my hands. I turn my body just a little so I can almost face him.

“I’m going to be by your side the whole time. I will never leave you alone. I’ve got your back always Y/n. Just follow my lead and trust in me. It’s my turn to take care of you.” Shawn soothingly rubs my hands with his thumbs. I look at him and he’s got such a calming smile on his face.

“Some how I’m sure I’ll have to take care of you anyways.” A small chuckle escapes Shawn’s throat and that causes me to giggle. Both of our heads leaned over to where our faces were inches apart.

“It’s time you two.” Andrew says from the front seat. Shawn and I didn’t break our gaze. Shawn leans in first and then I slowly lean in as well. My lips were burning to be upon his but I do the one thing that would drive him crazy for the rest of the night.

“Good luck.” I whisper against his ear and plant a sweet kiss on his earlobe. I watch Shawn crane his neck to the side to control himself.

The doors open to the car and I hear all the screaming people. Cameras were flashing in every direction and my mind went completely blank. Shawn gets out first and helps me out. We both place cute smiles across our faces as we walk through the red carpet.

We stop at spots to get our pictures taken. At one Shawn takes my hand. His other hand wraps around my waist. “Remember. Trust me.” He whispers close so only I can hear him through all the screaming people. My stomach does a dip as he spins me around and immediately a bright smile is planted on to my face. It made me so giggly and Shawn’s eyes lit up from my reaction.

I knew why he done it and it sent a bolt to my heart. He cares so much about me and he wanted me to have fun. He was just trying to calm my nerves down. He’s such a great guy.

We continue walking until we get stopped by an interviewer. Shawn places his hand gently on my waist as he interviewer asks questions. Shawn was confident and smooth as he spoke. He talks about his tours and his music in general. Then the attention gets turned to me.

“So Y/n we have heard a lot about you in the last few months. What is it like being an assistant to Shawn Mendes?”

That’s an easy one Y/n. Push those nerves down and speak like a lady. “It’s been such an amazing experience. I love everyone involved in the Mendes crew and I have had so much fun with this goofball.” I gently poke Shawn’s stomach as a cute gesture. Shawn looks at me and his smirk breaks into a sweet smile.

“She has surely been a great help for the whole team. We are so glad to have her and I am for sure lucky. She gets me my tea and coffee which is a big one for me.” The interviewer laughs and we both smile.

“Well we can’t wait to watch you perform tonight Shawn. Good luck and I hope both of you enjoy the show tonight!” We thank the interviewer and make our way inside.

Shawn was the last to be performing so we had a long night ahead of us. We walk to our seats and I don’t even realize that I’m actually in the spotlight until I notice that Taylor Swift is sitting right next to me. My eyes shut for a moment to collect my inner fan girl from breaking out of the cage.

“You okay?” Shawn places his hand on my arm and I nod my head.

“I kinda forgot that we’re at an award show so I wasn’t prepared to be sitting next to freakin Taylor Swift.”

Shawn bursts out laughing and he stands to go greet Taylor. “Hey Taylor!”

“Shawn! Hey bud!” She greets back with an open smile.

“This is Y/n. I’m sure you’ve heard a lot about her.” Shawn gestures towards me and I smile brightly as Taylor reaches over giving me a hug.

Lord please make sure I don't make a fool out of myself.

~~~~~

Finally it was Shawn’s time to perform. Me and him make our way to the backstage to get him prepared. I run around doing my usual check ups for everyone. It was harder in the dress I was in but I totally made it work while even looking good.

“Y/n!” I hear Shawn call and I set my clipboard down to go find him. I approach his dressing room and call his name back. When I feel a pair of hands on my waist I got immediate butterflies. It’s been like that all night with Shawn. But I was even more surprised when Shawn pushed me against the wall.

“Shawn.” I sigh out a whisper at his sudden actions.

“You win.” Shawn says darkly with his lips inches away from the skin on my neck. I swallow the lump in my throat and I could feel the pressure building inside of me.

“What was that?” I manage to say and his brown eyes look at me. My legs went weak as he licks his lips.

“You win the bet. I can’t take it anymore.” Shawn pulls my waist against his body in a quick move. His lips are crashed onto mine and I move my lips back. My hand went into his beautifully soft curls.

Shawn Mendes oh how I’ve craved this moment. It’s the other way around. You win.

I felt his fingers trace down my leg with the slit and he grabs under my knee. I pull my leg up and he holds on to it. I could feel the chills multiplying as he traces his fingers on my thigh. Our lips never detached from each other. We both put all our passion into that moment and my head was absolutely spinning.

“Shawn you’re on!” Someone shouts and we both jump apart from each other. He takes me by the waist again and I hold myself steady. I was weak now so weak from his touch.

“This isn’t over.” He kisses me again and I just melt into him. When he lets go I felt a pit of emptiness in my stomach. My brain was slowly processing what had just happened.

I don’t think you’re suppose to kiss your assistant like that...

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holylulusworld · 6 years

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Can’t live without you

Request: dean x reader , she’s dean shadow always together (hunting, work at baby, shower, kitchen, sleep) best friend and lovers. One day some demons kidnap her during a hunt and dean go crazy a wreck without her, can’t sleep eat and send him video of demons torture her, and Sammy call Crowley and Rowena to help find her? Sooo much angst but when they find her and dean help her shower he ask to marry him? (she’s so scared she want only dean)

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, Crowley, Rowena, Castiel

Warnings: language, angst, kidnapping, torture, demons, fluff

“Can you give me screwdriver over there?” Dean asks.

“Sure. Wait.” Looking over Dean’s shoulder you smile. He really loves working at his Baby. And looking at his ass from behind isn’t the worst view.

“I saw that you know…” Dean chuckles.

“What?”

“You checked my ass out, Baby.”

“I was just looking at my property.” You say nonchalantly.

“Hmm…Maybe I’ll check your property out later too…in the shower.” Wiggling his eyebrows Dean earns himself a slap to his ass.

“Maybe I let you check out your property.”

----

“Hey, I found a case,” Sam yells when he sees you enter the library with Dean.

“Dammit. No shower time then,” Dean sighs.

“We have time for that after the case. Let’s get our bags and hit the road.”

“Fine. But later I will check out my property!”

“Come on lover boy, pack the bags and I’ll ask Sam what we are hunting.”

Kissing Deans cheek you see the disappointment all over his face.

“Later?”

“Later.”

----

“What do we hunt this time, Sammy?”

“Demons. Killed three people in the last two days. Sulfur all over the victims’ bodies.”

“Well, then we should get those bastards and kill them as fast as possible.”

-----

“Over there, Dean!” Sam yells. Outnumbered by demons Dean is looking for you. Stabbing a demon with your angel blade you don’t see another demon coming closer. Grabbing your arm he vanishes, taking you with him.

“No, no!” Dean yells.

“Dean, we need to get out of here!” Sam yells.

“We can’t! They have Y/N. Sammy, they have her!” Dean says complete desperately.

“If we die here, we can’t save her, Dean. Let’s escape for now and fight later. We call Castiel and he can trace her.”

“I can’t leave without her!”

“She’s already gone. Dean, if they wanted to kill her, she would be dead. They know she’s with us. They want something. Now let’s run!” Sam says dragging his brother out of the abandoned house.

----

“Dean, you haven’t eaten anything for two days. We will find her. Please eat something. Castiel will be here soon.”

“I can’t eat. What if they already…What if…”

“She ain’t dead! We will find her, Dean. I swear we will find her.”

“Sammy, I can’t calm down…I can’t.” Pacing around the room Dean wants to rip out his hair. Not able to stop thinking about all the things which could happen to you he slowly goes insane.

---

“Did he eat something?” Castiel asks worriedly.

“Four days, Cas. Still no lead. Did the angels hear anything?”

“No Sam, I asked everyone. The angel radio is silent.”

“I called every hunter. No lead so far.” Sam sighs.

“What’s that?” Castiel asks.

“What is what?”

“There, on the monitor. That’s Y/N name in that …what’s the name? E-mail?”

“Shit, you’re right. I didn’t see it so far. Let’s open it. Get Dean. Maybe they want something and send us an email to show us she’s alive.”

----

“You got a message about Y/N? Show me!” Dean says but Sam shakes his head.

“What?”

“You don’t want to see that Dean. Please don’t watch it.”

Swallowing hard Dean press the play button to look at the video. He can hear your sobs. He can see a knife and a black eyes bastard cutting your skin open. Tears are streaming down your face, but you refuse to scream.

After a few more cuts the video ends. Kneeling next to Sam’s chair Dean starts crying. He can still hear your sobs…see the tears…

“She’s alive. We will find her and kill that bastard, Dean. Let me call someone else. Cas stay with Dean. Be ready to strike!” Sam says dialing Crowley’s number…

----

“What can we do for you, Moose?” Crowley chuckles standing outside the bunker.

“A demon kidnapped Y/N. He sent us a video. He tortured her. Dean isn’t doing well. We need your and Rowena’s help. Please.”

“Uh-huh. The moose is begging me for help?” Crowley snickers.

“Watch your mouth, Fergus. Y/N saved your ass not long time ago. We will help her. Now use your little demon connections and find her. I will try a trace spell too.”

----

“My dear Squirrel I found your little girl. She isn’t far away. Your better half is in an old factory. Five demons. They shouldn’t be a problem for me and mother. You take care of your girl.” Crowley explains.

“You found her?” Dean asks.

“Yes, mother didn’t stop nagging so I found your love bird. Now we should go.”

----

Hearing the door of the improvised cell opening you flinch away. Preparing yourself for another round of his games you take a deep breath.

Before you crawl further into the corner of the room you hear someone yelling and then screams. It sounds like someone is attacking the demons…then silence.

“Y/N?” Dean whispers.

“Dean? Is that really you?” You sob.

“Baby, we found you. God, we found you.”

Running into your room Dean kneels beside you. Checking the cuts at your arms and upper body he starts crying.

His hands softly stroke your cheeks before he kisses your forehead softly.

Picking you up he carries you out of the factory. Almost clinging to him you won’t let him go. Not even when Castiel heals your wounds.

“You found me, Dean.”

“No, I found you, my dear,” Crowley states. “Now Sam owes me a favor.”

“Fergus!” Rowena warns.

“Fine. I did it to save Dean’s little love bird. I’ll take my leave now.”

-----

Carefully carrying you into the bunker Dean holds you tight against his body. Arms wrapped around his neck you sob against his skin.

“We need to clean you up, Y/N,” Rowena says softly.

Shaking your head, you start trembling. Clinging to Dean you won’t let him go.

“Shhhh … I will help you, Baby. Let’s clean you up, okay.”

“Okay.” You whisper.

------

Gently helping you undressing Dean needs to hold back the tears. That demon hurt you. He tortured you to get information about Sam and him. You refused to tell him a single word.

Resting your back against Dean’s chest you let him gently cleaning your body. His hands are slightly trembling while he let the tears fall.

A sob escapes his lips and you turn around. This time you stroke his cheek softly. Pressing your lips to his you move your arms around his neck. Arms wrapped around your back Dean kisses you back.

„I knew you would find me, Dean. I just knew it.“

„I love you, Y/N. I love you so much. I almost went insane. I can’t live without you. Please never scare me like that again. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know this isn’t the right moment or place but….would you marry me. I already bought a ring. It’s in my room.“

„Yes, god. Yes. I will marry you, Dean. I love you too. I was so afraid I will never see you again. I love you so much.“

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pug-bitch · 5 years

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That’s not why I’m going (33)

Humidity’s rising

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake Walker x Amara Suarez

Rating: some foul language, some extremely suggestive, and a VERY steamy scene. This is absolutely NOT appropriate for people under 18.

Word count: around 4,500 (let me know if the ‘keep reading’ cutoff isn’t working well!)

Notes: This picks up pretty much where we left off, as the gang is ready to go to karaoke, starting with Drake’s POV. This chapter is mostly fluffy stuff, because we need it :D

*****

Drake steps into the Uber, closely following Amara, who’s now sitting between him and Maxwell. He squeezes her hand once they’re all buckled in.

‘Are you sure you’re ok, baby?’

She nods enthusiastically. ‘Yes, please don’t worry. I had an episode, it’s gone now, I want tonight to be fun!’

He nods and kisses her hand. Maxwell rubs Amara’s other arm. ‘You’re right, let’s have a fun time! So happy to be all together! But where are we going exactly?’

Amara chuckles. ‘We’re going to the bar where Drake and I went for karaoke once. It’s a cop bar, it’s quiet, we just have to look out for Bastien or even Ilya, but if they’re both not there we’re in the clear.’

Max cheers. ‘Woo! A bar full of hunky cops, I love it!’

Drake laughs heartily. ‘Max, most of them are not hot. I just wanna manage your expectations!’

‘Who knows! Look, Amara was a cop, and she’s hot as hell! Why wouldn’t these cops be sexy?’

Amara gloats, ‘Oh, well he’s not wrong, Walker. Some cops are very hot indeed. Ever seen Broadchurch? David Tennant can get it.’

Max gasps, ‘YES, he can. Every time he yells ‘Millah!’ I feel a tingle inside of me.’

Drake rubs the bridge of his nose. ‘That’s all great, guys. I really needed to know what makes Maxwell tingle.’

The Uber driver lets out a throaty laugh, and then realizes that he did that out loud. They all pause for a second, and resume laughing together.

*****

‘Finally! What took you bitches so long?’ Liv complains as Drake, Amara and Max get out of their Uber.

‘Relax, Liv, we’ve been here for two minutes!’ Hana chimes in.

Amara rolls her eyes, ‘Oh, two minutes? Poor Duchess Olivia, your time is sooo precious. Alright, let’s get in, and let’s have fun. Bertrand, I wanna hear your beautiful voice, ok?’

Bertrand blushes but smiles brightly. Amara can’t help but think they may have failed to include him enough in the past, but she’s determined to make it up to him.

They walk into the bar, and Amara scans the room for any known faces, which she notices Drake is doing too. But they looked everywhere, and there’s no sign of Bastien, Ilya, or any other members of the Royal Guard. Just regular uniformed cops at the end of their workday, relaxing with their buddies or spouses. Amara notices there’s a lot more women in here than there were last time, which is great for them. They will stick out less.

‘This is everything!’ Maxwell yelps. ‘How come I’ve never been here? It’s so cute! Those peanut bowls are so retro, I’m into it.’

Amara and Drake look at each other and laugh. Oh, Maxwell. What a treasure.

The six of them get a booth and Drake goes to the bar to order the first round. He knows Bruno at the bar, Amara remembers from last time, and Bruno makes strong drinks.

‘Maybe I should tell Drake to just get me a tea,’ Bertrand says nervously.

‘Bertrand! If you’re gonna sing, you need liquid courage!’ Hana says.

Bertrand shrugs and smiles. ‘Well, I suppose that’s true. I’m already two drinks in, though, maybe it’s too much.’

‘Live a little, babe,’ Liv says as she takes a flask out of her bra, handing it to a blushing Bertrand. ‘Have a sip. It won’t bite, it was just on my boob, not up my ass.’

Amara and Hana bite their lips in order not to laugh, as Bertrand reluctantly takes a swig from Liv’s boob flask.

‘I’m gonna go help Drake carry the drinks,’ Amara says.

She walks up to the bar, where Drake is chatting with Bruno while he’s making the drinks. ‘Hey ma’am,’ Bruno says. ‘I remember you. You sang Queen beautifully last time you were here with Drake.’

‘Oh hi Bruno! Nice to see you. It’s very nice of you to say, I was a little hammered, so I don’t remember much of that...performance.’

Bruno laughs, and serves Amara an extra shot of bourbon. ‘Bourbon, right? You’ll need it if you want to give another stellar performance. Lower your inhibitions.’

Amara laughs and downs the shot. ‘Thanks, Bruno. I’ll start a tab.’

He waves her off. ‘This one’s on the house. A friend of the Walkers’ is a friend of mine. And Drake already put his card down.’

‘Aw, thanks, Drake!’

They walk back to the table with drinks for everyone, a round a double shots of bourbon.

‘Ohh, guys, I’m tipsy just looking at these,’ Hana laughs.

‘Lee, stop it, or I’ll make you drink from my flask too,’ Liv threatens. Hana throws her hands up in defeat, and grabs a glass.

*****

A couple of rounds later, Maxwell gets up and goes up to the stage, under the cheers of a room full of cops. He does a little breakdance as he arrives on stage, provoking more excitement from the crowd. Amara gasps, nervous that he might fall on his face again. ‘Jeez, this man will break his neck just by being himself one day.’

Drake laughs, his hand around Amara’s shoulders. He’s feeling good. At home, even. He wishes his dad were here to see them all having fun together. He’d say, ‘See, Drake? You complain about the nobles, but you had to give some of them a chance. They’re not so bad.’

He looks at Amara. She’s smiling broadly, visibly happy to be here. Surprising in a way, since her past is still so painful. He was afraid, when they came here tonight, that the abundance of cops would trigger her anxiety again, but it seems like it’s doing just the opposite. Maybe she’s just enjoying the proximity to good memories, both from her past, and from one of their first dates. He enjoys seeing her like this.

Suddenly, Maxwell clears his throat in the microphone.

‘Hello, you gorgeous bunch of cops!’ The crowd cheers. ‘I’m Max and tonight, I’m gonna sing an amazing, deep song that means a lot to me. Hit it!’

He gestures to Louis, who is manning the karaoke machine. Louis shrugs, and presses a button. Maxwell closes his eyes and clutches the microphone dramatically. As soon as the opening notes start to play, Drake rolls his eyes. No he didn’t.

I threw a wish in the well,

Don’t ask me I’ll never tell,

I look to you as it fell,

And now you’re in my way!

The gang cannot stop laughing at Maxwell’s dramatic rendering of Call Me Maybe. Amara actually has tears in her eyes. Before the chorus, Maxwell shouts, ‘Little Blossom, come join me!’

Amara, without missing a beat, plants a kiss on Drake’s cheek, and runs to the stage to join Max. He wraps his arm around her and they both sing in unison.

Hey, I just met you

And this is crazy!

But here’s my number

So call me maybe

Drake can’t wipe the smile from his face. Here she is, his beautiful girlfriend --he’s never said this word to her before, but tonight, when they can be normal and hang out with their friends in public, it feels right-- singing with their best friend and having the time of her life. She points at Drake as she sings the next words:

Before you came into my life

I missed you so bad

I missed you so, so bad

Yeah, it’s a cheesy song, and the lyrics are so bad that they’re good, but he feels those lyrics on a deep level, which he would probably never confess to anyone unless he had a gun to his head. He definitely cannot remember one single good thing in his life before she showed up.

*****

Amara and Max get back to the booth, both out of breath and very smiley. Amara kisses Drake on the lips and asks, ‘Did you like it?’

He chuckles. ‘Yeah. You were amazing.’

Amara turns to Hana, ‘Babe, sing one! Come on, Max and I can even join you if you’d like!’

Hana giggles, visibly inebriated enough to say yes. ‘Alright, I suppose I can give it a try…’

She gets up and consults the list of songs that Louis is handing to her. Max turns to Drake and Bertrand, a self-satisfied look on his face. He says, ‘Gentlemen, I had an idea for a male-only number, are you with me, or are you not?’

Drake sighs, looks at Amara who is nodding furiously, and says to Maxwell, ‘Fine, I’m in.’

Bertrand, visibly altered by the contents of the boob flask, nods as well. ‘Sure, Maxxie, let’s do it. As long as I know the song.’

Max bites his lip. ‘Oh, you know the song.’

‘Shh, guys, Hana is on stage!’ Amara says excitedly.

Hana giggles into the microphone. ‘Hi all, I’m Hana. I’m not a good singer, so, I apologize in advance.’

Remember those walls I built

Well, baby, they're tumbling down

And they didn't even put up a fight

They didn't even make a sound

I found a way to let you win

But I never really had a doubt

Standing in the light of your halo

I got my angel now

Amara’s jaw drops. She knew that Hana was underselling herself by apologizing for her voice --after all, Hana is good at absolutely everything-- but she didn’t expect her to have the vocal range of Mariah Carey.

‘Fuck, guys, I have chills,’ Max says, his mouth wide open as well.

Liv exhales loudly, ‘Holy shit, Lee’s got pipes.’

Everywhere I'm looking now

I'm surrounded by your embrace

Baby, I can see your halo

You know you're my saving grace

You're everything I need and more

It's written all over your face

Baby, I can feel your halo

Pray it won't fade away

For the rest of the song, the whole room is silent, taking it all in and enjoying the melodious sound of Hana’s voice. When she finishes the last note, there’s a pause, and a massive round of applause. The gang cheers and screams her name.

She comes back to her booth, blushing. ‘Thanks, guys, I hope I was ok…’

‘OK??? Are you kidding me, Lee?’ Amara says excitedly. ‘You were Beyoncé level! That was glorious!’

Hana blushes some more, as Bruno makes his way to the table, holding a round of martinis. ‘Guys, this is on the house. Miss Hana, you were incredible. I’m speechless.’

‘Oh please,’ Hana says shyly, ‘it was just a little song.’

*****

Drake goes up to the stage reluctantly, following Max closely, not knowing what’s awaiting him. At least, Bertrand is on the same boat as him.

Maxwell whispers something in Louis’s ear, and the man immediately grins widely, which suggests to Drake that this is gonna be something else.

He recognizes the song immediately, and curses Maxwell under his breath. ‘Oh please, you love it,’ Max replies.

Drake looks to Amara, who’s looking more excited than she’s ever been, obviously recognizing the song as well. Maxwell gestures for Drake to open the song. He rolls his eyes.

You are my fire

The one desire

Believe when I say

I want it that way

He can’t believe he’s singing this in public, but judging from the look on Amara’s face, she’s thoroughly enjoying the moment, so to hell with this. He’s gonna have fun.

Then, the chorus comes, and all three of them sing in unison:

Tell me why

Ain't nothin' but a heartache

Tell me why

Ain't nothin' but a mistake

Tell me why

I never want to hear you say

I want it that way

Drake grabs the drink that Bruno is handing him, silently thanks his savior, and downs it in one go. He’s gonna need this liquid courage to finish the song.

*****

Amara can’t believe her eyes, or her ears, for that matter. Her Drake, willingly singing a Backstreet Boys song. If they weren’t in public, she’d jump his bones right now. But also, the very fact that he went with Maxwell’s wild suggestion without questioning it shows a lot of growth on Drake’s part. The Drake who came to NYC would NOT have gone for a boy band karaoke song.

She gets up and greets the three guys as they get off the stage. Drake opens his arms to her, and she wraps him in a warm hug. ‘That was hot,’ she whispers in his ear.

‘Oh, was it?’ he chuckles.

She nods. Now, a very tall and very muscular uniformed cop is starting to sing Rihanna’s We Found Love, and people are beginning to dance. Amara takes Drake’s hand and guides him to the makeshift dancefloor, where they grind on each other for a while, completely forgetting about the crowd around them. They don’t even notice that the music has changed, now a female cop has started to sing a Kings of Leon song. They keep dancing closer and closer to each other, Amara’s body pressed against Drake, and his hands on her hips, drawing her closer. Their foreheads rest against each other, as they try not to kiss, but the intimate position they are in leaves very little to the imagination.

He whispers, ‘You’re so fucking sexy.’

She runs her hands on his chest, then down on his stomach, almost reaching below his belt. She smirks.

‘Don’t tempt me, Suarez,’ he chuckles.

She’s aching to kiss him. No one is watching them, everyone is dancing to the music, and looking at the successive performers. ‘I want you,’ she whispers in his ear. ‘I don’t know that I can wait until we’re back at Ramsford.’

He bites his lip, his breath ragged. She knows he wants her too. ‘Fuck, Suarez, you make me so hard.’

She takes his hand and leads him to the corner where the bathrooms are.

‘Are you nuts?’ he laughs. ‘That’s a public restroom. Not a palace bathroom…’

She laughs and whispers, ‘We just won’t touch anything. Meet me in a minute.’

She gets in, her heart racing. She looks at her reflection in the mirror, notices that her eye makeup is smudged, in a way that makes it look like a smokey eye. Drake gets in, and locks the door behind them. Without a word, he places himself behind Amara, both of them facing the mirror. He throws his arms around her waist, and one of his hands reaches under her dress, and in her panties. He quickly finds her clit, and draws circles around it with his thumb. She gasps, her breath now uneven. She turns her head just enough to capture Drake’s lips in hers, kissing him more and more deeply as his fingers explore her soaking wet folds.

With her right hand, she reaches behind her, to undo his belt, and she sets his throbbing cock free. She wipes off his precum with her finger and rubs his length up and down, making him moan. He slides one more finger inside her, and she can’t wait any longer, she needs him inside her again. She shimmies out of her panties, and he lifts up her dress. She bends over a bit more, enough for Drake to find her entrance. He teases it with his cock, but her low groans don’t leave any doubt: she can’t wait. He needs to fuck her now. He enters her completely, making her gasp for air. She whispers, ‘Fuck me hard.’ He obliges. His thumb still on her clit, stroking it, caressing it, he fucks her harder and harder, deeper and deeper. Her walls contract around his cock, they pulsate, she can’t handle it anymore, she’s going to come. She hopes she can stay silent enough. His fingers are driving her crazy, her clit is throbbing under Drake’s hand. She feels his dick getting harder and harder inside her, and his breath is getting quicker against her neck. He kisses her ear a bit more urgently. She needs to try to hold on, she wants to come with him. She hopes he comes soon, she’s about to burst.

‘Amara…’ he whispers, his voice raspy. It sends her over the edge. Her body gives in, her knees buckle, she comes for him so hard, she knows he can feel it, her walls contracting all around him. He moans long and hard, and she feels him fill her with his cum. They both catch their breath.

‘Oh my God…’ she whispers. ‘That was… I’m still dizzy.’

‘I can’t breathe,’ he chuckles. ‘Wow. I should sing to you more often…’

*****

When they come back to the table, no one is paying attention to them, Hana, Bertrand and Maxwell being deep in a very giggly conversation. Only LIv is looking at them with a smirk on her face. ‘Did you horndogs just fuck in the bathroom?’ she asks.

Amara rolls her eyes. ‘Ew, Liv, who do you take us for? A bathroom in a cop bar? That’s insane.’

‘Yeah, Nevrakis,’ Drake chimes in, ‘we may be commoners, but we’re not peasants.’

Liv snorts. ‘You’re not actors either. You’re both very bad liars. I hope you washed your hands. Suarez, I have a mission for you.’

‘Oh?’ Amara says.

‘I’ve been told by Little Beaumont that if I don’t sing a song, I will be, and I quote, ‘a stupid ass loser’. As much as I don’t care what he thinks, I think it could be fun. Do you want to--’ she wrings her hands together, visibly in the position of asking for a favor for the first time of her life, ‘do you want to sing one with me?’

Amara squeals, ‘Yes! Yes, Liv, I’ll sing with you!’

‘Alright, calm your tits,’ Olivia says with a dismissive hand gesture, ‘I’m not asking you to have a quickie in the bathroom, it’s just one song.’

‘Charming,’ Amara replies. ‘Got a suggestion for the title?’

‘Yeah. I already talked to Louis over there. Let’s go!’

They hop on stage, Olivia looking fierce in her tight black pants, high heels and bright red blouse. Amara can’t help but feel like a teletubby next to her, in her bright yellow dress. She bursts out laughing when she realizes which song Liv has chosen. Soo off-brand, and yet so perfect.

Humidity’s rising, barometer's getting low

According to all sources, the street's the place to go

'Cause tonight for the first time

Just about half-past ten

For the first time in history

It's gonna start raining men

It's raining men, hallelujah, it's raining men, amen

I'm gonna go out to run and let myself get

Absolutely soaking wet

It's raining men, hallelujah

It's raining men, every specimen

Tall, blonde, dark and lean

Rough and tough and strong and mean

Amara looks at the crowd, and sees that the rest of the gang is standing up now, dancing to the rhythm. She winks at Drake.

*****

‘Aaaah, it was so FUN!’ Maxwell yells as he flops onto the couch, back at Ramsford. ‘That was such a good idea, Amara and Hana! We need to do it again.’

Liv takes off her heels and rubs her feet. ‘I’m as surprised as you guys, but believe it or not, I had a lot of fun! I can’t believe that Big Beaumont over here sang Backstreet Boys like a fucking champ!’ she says as she pats Bertrand’s back.

‘Ha!’ he says, ‘I blame your um… bosom flask, as you say. I’m afraid I’m a tad tipsy. I should put myself to bed. Ladies and gents, it was grand. Thank you for including me tonight, it was a breath of fresh air. I will see you all tomorrow for breakfast.’

Everyone wishes him a good night and he disappears up the stairs. As soon as he’s out of earshot, Amara whispers, ‘Did he just say ‘bosom’?’

Drake chuckles. ‘Nevrakis, how does it feel to have Bertrand talk about your bosom?’

She shrugs, ‘Everyone talks about my bosom, if you must know. It’s a glorious bosom. Not as glorious as Suarez’s, of course, but I do what I can.’

Amara fake curtsies, ‘I am humbled, Lady Nevrakis.’

Maxwell opens a small bottle of sparkling water. ‘So, now that we’re in private… are you gonna tell us everything, Olivia?’

Liv raises an eyebrow. ‘What do you mean?’

Max rolls his eyes. ‘Come on. We saw you on your phone all day. You were actually--’ he whispers, ‘smiling.’ He fake gasps.

Liv sighs. ‘You guys are the fucking worst. No one can have a private life around here, huh? Did you blab, Suarez?’

Amara shakes her head as fast as she can, afraid that Liv is packing some hidden weapons somewhere, near her flask or in her hair. ‘No! I promise I didn’t blab!’

‘It’s not that hard to figure it out,’ Max adds. ‘You’ve never been in a better mood and you’re texting all day. Amara is not the only one with detective skills, you know! Call me Agent Breakdance!’

Liv snorts. ‘I’ll call you Agent Break Your Nose, that’ll be more on brand.’ She takes a sip of water. ‘Alright, you bitches, you win. I was texting someone all day, and I went on a date on Monday night. Happy?’

Hana smiles broadly. ‘It’s wonderful, Olivia! Is he nice?’

Olivia makes a disgusted face. ‘Nice? That’s gross. He’s sexy, and fun, and he respects me.’

‘Well that’s the whole package, then,’ Amara says, stroking Drake’s hair, as he’s lying down on her lap, both snuggled on the couch.

‘Tell us who he is, Liv!’ Max pleads. ‘I’ll tell you anything you want in return. I’ll tell you everything there is to know about me.’

‘Beaumont,’ she says solemnly, ‘I want to know absolutely nothing about you.’ She takes another sip, visibly pleased with herself for the suspense she’s creating, blissfully unaware that everyone knows who he is. ‘Alright, it’s Domvallier.’

Max feigns surprise. ‘Ohhhh, I love that for you! And he’s hot as fuck.’

‘Yes, Liv,’ Hana chimes in, ‘he’s a very handsome man, and very stylish!’

Olivia nods, a small smile on her lips. ‘I may actually like him, so you clowns better not ruin it for me, ok?’

Max puts a hand on his chest. ‘Liv, we would never! Our lips are sealed. Plus, all our friends are in this very room, so we have no one else to tell.’

Drake sighs, and makes eye contact with Amara. He wonders whether he should tell Liv that Liam knows about the two of them. He doesn’t want to ruin the night. He wonders what it would accomplish to tell her. Probably nothing, right? But the five of them have made a point of being honest with one another, and that’s crucial. He can’t lose her trust, not now.

‘Liv, I gotta tell you something,’ he says. Amara’s eyes catch his, and she nods at him. He continues. ‘I hope you don’t freak out. But um… I think you deserve to have all the elements.’

Liv suddenly starts frowning, her uncharacteristic smile vanished. ‘What?’ she barks. ‘What is it?’

Drake sits up. ‘I saw Liam Monday night, he was back from the beach. He had texted you, remember?’

Liv’s face falls. ‘Yeah, I got a text from him asking if I want to meet him at the beach at midnight. I never responded, though.’

‘Well,’ Drake pursues, ‘He waited for you there anyways. He saw you and Rashad, and he knows there’s something between you two. He was very upset, and last I heard, he wanted to have a conversation with you to discuss what you want. He seemed to want to make a grand gesture, like an apology for taking you for granted.’

Liv purses her lips, visibly angry. ‘Oh, so Prince Liam wants to apologize, and as always, you’re his little lapdog, huh? His wingman? Like when you broke into Suarez’s room to drop off Liam’s note?’

Amara shakes her head, ‘Liv, that’s not what he’s saying. And that note was ages ago, before anything happened between us--’

‘Stop,’ Liv says. ‘Liam can give me any amount of attention he wants, I’m done with his pathetic ass. I know you fucking love him, Walker, and you think he’s the shit, but let me tell you, he’s never had any goddamn respect for me and my feelings, until he saw me exchanging sexts with another man.’ She stops and catches her breath. She suddenly looks very calm, as if she had just solved her own dilemma.

Drake puts his hands up. ‘I agree with you, Liv. I wasn’t pushing Liam onto you, I promise. Fuck, I think he’s been horrible to you, very manipulative, and you deserve so much better.’

‘Agreed,’ Liv spits. ‘I deserve the world. Liam is willing to give me what? A pity fuck and a dozen roses? Pathetic.’

‘Yeah!’ Max says angrily, obviously wanting to be part of the discussion. ‘Get it, girl!’

Drake nods, ‘Hey, I truly wasn’t telling you that you should be with Liam. I think Rashad is a very cool dude, and I can see the two of you getting along. Like you said, he respects you, and that’s what matters. Please, Nevrakis, don’t shoot the messenger. I was just telling you what I know, so you’re not blindsided when Liam comes to talk to you.’

Olivia nods angrily, visibly calming down a bit. ‘Yeah. I guess it’s good to know.’

Amara chimes in, ‘It doesn’t change the fact that Rashad is good for you. It’s unfortunate that Liam saw you, but it doesn’t change anything at the end of the day. That’s not what Drake meant at all. He was just giving you a heads up.’

Liv, still frowning, nods. ‘Ok. Fine. Sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I’m just sick of Liam getting what he wants. It’s too little, too late. If he asks me, I’ll tell him the truth. I have no idea if Rashad and I are going anywhere, but he’s making me feel more appreciated than Liam ever has.’

Drake smiles and takes Amara’s hand, relieved that she understood him and what he was trying to do. He doesn’t blame Liv for snapping, though. He used to be what she said: Liam’s wingman whatever happened. Now, in the wake of finding out how forceful he could be, like he was with Amara, and how dismissive he was with Liv, he doesn’t know if he can ever really be in Liam’s corner again. Not like before, anyways.

Hana clears her throat and speaks the words of wisdom: ‘How about we all get some rest, huh? Olivia, we’re all very happy you’ve found someone you feel comfortable with, and none of us disagree with you being upfront with Liam. We all want you to be happy. Now go to bed and turn off your phone.’

Liv snorts, ‘Yes, mom.’

*****

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Trigger warning! Graphic photos in this post.

4-6-17 In the very first photo, I have a horrible tooth ache and had no idea the pain and agony it was going to bring. It ultimately changed my life and for a very long time it was changed for the worse. In the photos following, you’ll see me change and look like death and then recover. You’ll see me living life to the fullest but behind closed doors or under my shirt rather, you’ll see how much I’ve had to overcome. This is my story.

On October 30th 2013, I had a colonoscopy and was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis(UC) which is a chronic inflammatory bowel disease(IBD) and an autoimmune disease. I was prescribed Canasa suppositories and my symptoms when away for about a year or so and then came back. I had to get a new Gastroenterologist doctor because my previous one had retired. He wasn’t much help anyway. My new GI doctor was amazing and caring and she saved my life. She prescribed me Lialda(NSAID) and Uceris(steroid).

At the end of March 2017, I had horrible tooth pain and called my dentist and they prescribed me Tramadol and Augmentin. The Tramadol made me sick so I called and had them switch the med and they gave me Clindamycin and that made me sick too. They gave me Hydrocodone and that also made me sick so they just had me taking Ibuprofen and Augmentin. I started to have a bad reaction to the Augmentin and got sores all in my throat and mouth and was throwing up and had severe diarrhea. I finished the antibiotic but went to the er because of the pain in my mouth and the vomiting. Mary’s magic mouthwash was prescribed to me to help with the sores and also nausea meds. The only time I was able to get any sleep was when this mouthwash numbed my mouth and throat. For weeks, I was unable to eat or drink anything nor was I able to take my UC meds and my heart rate was high. I went to the er multiple times during this whole ordeal because I couldn’t stop throwing up and all they would do is give me fluids and nausea meds then send me home. I went to an er and waited for 3 hours all the while throwing up with no end in sight and ended up leaving to go to a different hospital. On April 15th, I was pacing the house back and forth because I was miserable and didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to go to the er yet again for them to just send me right back home. I remember I was pacing by the front door and my husband Issaac went to check the mail. I watched him and then started to say his name over and over because I felt like something was really wrong. Next thing I remember is Issaac kneeling over me and having shoes stabbing me in the back. I had passed out and my eyes were open the whole time but I was unresponsive. Issaac had ran in and thought I was dead. He called 911 and they wouldn’t answer. He used my finger to unlock my phone and dialed 911 and had both phones ringing and finally got an answer. (Fun fact for iPhones: if you press the big button on the side it will call 911 and they can track your location. Dialing 911 will not allow them to track your location.) The ambulance took me to the er and they did 2 EKG’s, CT scan(only after Issaac asked them to because I hit my head when I fell.), chest X-ray, and blood work. I was also tested for CDiff many times but it was always negative. Again, I was given fluids and sent home. They said it was normal for a lot of people to live with an elevated heart rate so they weren’t concerned. A couple days later I went to my primary care doctors office. My doctor was on maternity leave so I saw a different doctor. He did blood work and then wanted me to take depression meds. That was a hard NO! He said I wasn’t getting better because I was depressed about being sick. Yes, I was absolutely miserable and sad about it. BUT, there was something more going on. I wasn’t getting better and I knew it wasn’t my fault. I had to keep advocating for myself because I wasn’t getting help from any of these doctors I’ve seen. I think I went to the er again at some point and was sent home. Then they called me and said my potassium levels were too low and they didn’t think I’d be able to get down the prescribed potassium drink. So we went back to the er. Again. The er wouldn’t take the word of the doctor from another hospital so they did blood work again. We went to a different hospital because the wait at the previous one was way too long. So I received potassium through an iv and that is not comfortable. It burned as it went through my arm. I was also given Magnesium. I was sent home the next day.

Even though the sores were finally gone from my mouth, I was still struggling to swallow. I had my GI doctor schedule an upper Endoscopy which I had done on April 20th. My esophagus had no damage and there wasn’t anything stuck in there. While I was under anesthesia, my GI doctor did a Flexible Sigmoidoscopy. This a colonoscopy but only through a small portion of the colon. It was then that I finally, FINALLY after a month of being so sick that I was admitted to the hospital. My doctor said I looked like I was going to die. She said my colon was so severely inflamed that she couldn’t let me go home even though a patient being admitted after a procedure being done by her makes her look bad. She saved my life and I’m eternally grateful. I had 10 er visits and a scheduled dr visit and none of these doctors thought to have my colon checked knowing that I had UC and continued to show anemia in the blood tests they all ran. It all finally made sense. I wasn’t able to take my UC meds and I was taking 800mg of Ibuprofen for the tooth ache I had. This is what caused my UC to flare up. Why couldn’t 11 doctors put that together?

While I was in the hospital, I received 3 Iron infusions to raise my hemoglobin. I also had a speech therapist come in and she helped me with my throat issue. I was still struggling to swallow and she said that I was protecting my self subconsciously. She worked with me and I was finally able to swallow normally. I was so happy to finally eat a meal without a struggle. I was released 5 days later on April 25th even though I felt I should have stayed. The very next day I woke Issaac up because I was shivering and my teeth were rattling like crazy. My heart rate was 145. Issaac called 911 and we went to the er for the 11th time within a months time. I was put in the observation unit at Methodist which was in the basement because they didn’t have any rooms in the er available. I remember telling a nurse that I needed to go to the bathroom and I wasn’t allowed to get up on my own. She said ok and that she’d be back but when she got back, it was too late...She was gone for a long time. I at least was wearing a hospital gown. I was later put into constant care in the er. My heart rate had gone up to 180 and I was shivering and rattling teeth again. It was uncontrollable and the nurses looked at me like I was faking it. They hooked a heart monitor onto me and suddenly changed their tune because my heart rate was at 200. I believe they gave me aspirin and eventually I was transferred to another room where I waited for a permanent room because I was being admitted again. On April 28, I was admitted and I had another night of the shivering episode with my heart rate at 190. I’m trying to remember what this felt like but I can’t. I was so out of it and not even aware of my surroundings. It was on this day that our grass had been cut and it turned out to be our next door neighbor. We were very thankful for that.

A few days later, my heart rate was around 100 and my hemoglobin was much better. The diarrhea had slowed down so I wasn’t losing as much blood(because of UC) but I wasn’t eating either. I had iv fluids and they wanted me to drink Gatorade but my body was retaining fluids and I was swollen. That was a very weird experience. They did an Echo Cardiogram which turned out to be normal. My ejection fraction was 65% and 55% or above is considered normal. I know this is what they said but I don’t really know what that means. On April 30th, I received a blood transfusion because the retest of my hemoglobin showed 6.6 grams per deciliter and it should be for women between 12-15.5. A blood transfusion is scary. For the first 15 minutes, the nurse has to stay and watch me as I receive the blood to make sure I don’t have any adverse reactions and reject the blood. It turned out to be fine and I received at least a pint of blood. I feel I received another pint but I can’t remember. So I’ve been in the hospital for 10 days so far and I’ve been taking a steroid called Prednisone this whole time to treat my UC. I was also on morphine for the pain. I received physical therapy to help me walk but they were 3 days late. It turned out that there wasn’t an order for pt even though the doctors mentioned it every time they visited. On May 2nd, I was in severe pain and I went about 4 hours or longer without pain meds. The doctor was supposed to call them in and ended up leaving for the day without doing it. The next day, my bloodwork still showed inflammation so my colon wasn’t responding to the Prednisone. All the Prednisone did was make my head hurt sooo bad. I was taking Tylenol for it and it did nothing. My head hurt non stop for many days. I had warned them that Prednisone wouldn’t treat me right. I had taken it before and it made me so dizzy I had to have Issaac drive me home from work. This time it was just the severe head pain.

On May 5th 2017, I’m still in the hospital but I’m about to be released. For some reason my doctor was switched to a different doctor. This doctor decided to schedule for a colonoscopy. They gave me the bowel prep to drink with some clear Gatorade. This stuff was horrible. I’m supposed to drink it all within an hour and every minute of it sucked. I somehow managed to get it all down at the end of the hour. But then...I adjusted my body very slightly, and I threw it all up! I didn’t know it was coming and I had zero time to prepare for it. I just threw it all up all over my gown and in my gown and all over the blankets. I said to them, “I don’t understand why I have to do this. I have had severe diarrhea and I can’t even eat. There’s nothing in my stomach.” But they made me do the prep again... This time I drank it over the course of like 4 hours and managed to get it down without throwing up. I had the colonoscopy which they said went fine...I was still severely inflamed and they wanted to start me on a biological medicine called Humira and continue the steroids. During a colonoscopy, they insert a colonoscope into your bottom that transmits an image of the lining of the colon. The scope blows air to expand the colon so the doctor can see better. Well, after the procedure I was actually feeling alright but I had so much pressure in my belly and I felt like I needed to poop. I tried over and over to go on the toilet and it just wasn’t happening. But finally, it happened. And I was in bed...The nurses hadn’t been in for a long time and didn’t plan to be in for awhile. I was so embarrassed that I had Issaac clean me before they came in. Imagine a father changing a dirty diaper and gagging the whole time. This was Issaac and he kept running to the toilet afraid he was going to puke. To this day, we still laugh about it. It doesn’t matter how horrible the whole experience was, I can still laugh about it. Later that day, I was feeling a lot of pain and they had moved me to a different room with closer care. I remember this floor had some of the best nurses I’d ever had. Hospital policy was that a patient was to be bathed when changing floors. Issaac stood out in the hall as they transferred me from one bed to the other. This was an out of body experience and I can remember it so vividly. As they raised me off the bed, I started screaming in pain and continued to moan in pain after they transferred me to the new bed. I didn’t have any pain meds but I shouldn’t have been in pain. They were ordered not to give me pain meds because the doctor wanted me to be clear headed when they talked to me. I could tell the nurses felt so badly for me because of how much pain I was in. Issaac could hear me screaming down the hall. i was finally given multiple doses of morphine but it didn’t really touch the pain. I then had a CT scan done to see why I was in so much pain. The CT showed air outside of my colon which meant that the doctor had perforated my bowel during the colonoscopy. They started me on antibiotics and said a surgeon would be in to speak with me about possibly removing my entire colon. The surgeon came in and discussed my options. I either stuck with the antibiotics and steroids to see if I heal or I have the surgery. They said it was very unlikely that my colon would recover because there wasn’t any good colon left. I would have had to take a biological medicine for my UC which meant that my immune system would be even weaker and I wouldn’t be able to work in the Microbiology lab where I was currently employed. Even then, there was a slim chance of recovery. She said that even if I didn’t have a perforation, that this surgery was inevitable in my case. I cried and cried and cried. I asked her if I would still be able to have children and she said yes and that she would put extra tissue around my ovaries to protect them. A lot of people said I should get a second opinion but I wasn’t in that state of mind. All I could think about was being able to have children. I also did not want to be on medicine for the rest of my life.

On May 6th 2017, I decided to have the surgery. I had a total abdominal colectomy and an ileostomy surgery. My entire larger intestines was removed and they pulled my small intestines outside my stomach wall and created what’s called a stoma. The stoma is covered with a bag that has adhesive on it to stick to my skin. I essentially poop in a bag. I wish I remember more from this time. I can’t remember what it was like waking up to this. I do remember emptying my bag into the toilet though when I was finally able to walk. I couldn’t go alone though. I had to call the nurse every time I wanted to use the bathroom and there was an alarm on the bed if I tried to get up. One time I let it go off and went anyway because I had called them saying I need to go to the bathroom and they took too long. I don’t blame them. Each nurse had way too many patients to care for. At this point, my arms were completely black from all of the blood draws and IVs I received. Each nurse that came to draw my blood was so confident that they could get it even though I told them they wouldn’t be able to without the ultra sound machine. I had a nurse poke me 3 times and one of those times was in my thumb. Every time, they always had to call the team with the ultra sound to draw my blood. I had a Russian nurse for a few days and she was really hard to understand as her accent was strong. My issue with her was that she wouldn’t listen to me and would disagree with everything I said. I had been in the hospital for a few weeks so I knew what to do and I knew what my body could handle. I also had a male nurse who led me to ask my case manager if I could only have female nurses. I didn’t have a problem with the fact that he was a man. My problem was that he was too rough and he probably didn’t know it. I didn’t blame him for that but it was hurting me unnecessarily. He also forced me to walk to the bathroom on my own without help when I wasn’t supposed to be alone. I started taking walks with a walker through the halls after getting pt. Everyone who passed me cheered me on. It was extremely hard. They say every day you spend in bed is 3 days off of your life expectancy. I had been in bed for basically a month or so. After this surgery, I was on a morphine pump which I controlled and Oxycodone. The oxy kept me loopy. I was on 15 mg every dose. I hated taking it. I didn’t worry as much with the morphine as it didn’t really work for me. It helped give me relief for a few minutes but then faded. I pushed that pump button every time I was able to though. It was every 15 minutes. On May 12th, I finally went home.

Through the next couple of weeks, I had follow up appointments with my GI doctor and my surgeon. When I went to see my GI doctor, I told her about some pain I was having on my bottom. The pain from it made it very hard to walk or move or even sleep. She said it looked like an abscess but to confirm with my surgeon. So I went to see my surgeon and for some reason on that day I was pain free and happy so she didn’t think it was concerning. On May 26th I went to the er for the 12th time. I had a fever and was in so much pain. The er took me back immediately since I had just had surgery and they feared I was septic. It turned out to be an abscess and they took me into surgery to drain it. I was given anesthesia because of how much pain I was in. Thankfully I wasn’t septic and this turned out better than they originally thought. I guess since I was on steroids for so long, my body wasn’t able to fight off an infection so the abscess was very large and inflamed. I received another unit of blood and I still had a fever for a few days. The antibiotics were making me sick and I was really struggling to eat. Between the beginning of April and it now being the end of May, I had lost 30 pounds unintentionally. May 31 2017, I was released from the hospital for the third and final time.

Over the next few weeks, I was walking around the neighborhood and family and friends were coming to help care for me so Issaac could go back to work. I started to taper off the Oxy and that was not fun. I was taking such a high dose that I would nod off mid conversation. When I would wake, I would feel like I slept for hours when it was really only minutes and I would get upset because I was so tired and never really got rest. Even though I was high, I remember how I felt and the things I did. I remember trying to dance with Issaac in the kitchen when he was walking me through the house. I remember contacting people on fb that I hadn’t talked to in a long time. All I wanted to do was talk. I was oddly cheerful and accepted my situation. Anyone who really knows me knows that I am a half glass empty kind of person so this was unusual for me. I didn’t realize all of this until after I tapered off the oxy. My Dad was the only person who told me he was worried that when I came down, I would not feel the same. He knew that it wasn’t really me. I remember going to the ball park to watch a softball game with family and I ended up having to leave because I was in pain and I didn’t bring the Oxy with me. I started to cry because I was so embarrassed and sad that I wasn’t strong enough yet to be at one of my favorite places in the world. On June 18th, I was tapering and I had to have Issaac come home because I was feeling horrible and I couldn’t stop crying about it. I called him because I was home alone at this point because I could finally walk to the bathroom alone and make my own food. So I had to call in another order of Oxy to taper down slower because I was trying to go too fast and I was having withdrawal symptoms. I really don’t know why anyone would want to go through that. Eventually, I was completely off the Oxy and I was so happy to not have any withdrawal symptoms.

So Issaac went back to work after spending every single day with me in the hospital. I didn’t have short term disability because there was some confusion when we signed up for insurance together. I tried to appeal and it was denied Mid June, people from work hosted a bake sale at work to raise money for me. Just thinking about it brings tears to my eyes. I never felt that I had people in my life who cared enough to do something like this. Someone also created a go fund me page as well. I was overcome with shame, shock, and most importantly gratitude for such amazing acts of kindness. Issaac handed me the money that was raised and I just lost it. I was so emotional and just couldn’t believe that this was real life. I feel like this whole ordeal is something you hear about happening but never think that it’ll happen to you. Thank you thank you thank you to everyone who contributed to raising money and helping me get better and for all of the continuous prayers during this time.

July 4th 2017, I finally returned to work. You can see through all of the photos around this time and the rest of the year that I was enjoying life the best I could. In October 2017, I started to have issues with my skin under my bag. This became an issue off and on for over a year. I had been using the same brand of products since surgery for a year and then all of a sudden I couldn’t use it anymore without having an allergic reaction. My skin would start weeping and oozing and was extremely itchy. It also burned badly which over powered the itchiness. Throughout the year of 2018 I struggled with this a lot but I still went on living. The photos I provided are to show how one day I’m very low spirited and the next day I’m blissful. And I was. I was very blessed to enjoy time with family and to go on vacation with Issaac to the Niagara Falls and to go Gen Con. Gen Con was really hard. There was so much walking and I was so weak and still hadn’t built muscles back up. If I stood on my tippy toes, I would fall over from the pain in my calves. Standing outside in the food truck lines was the worst. The heat was making me sweat and interfering with the adhesive of my ostomy bag. Little did I know that this incident would make my skin worse than it ever was before. The photos are a reminder to me of what I’ve overcome. I wanted to create a timeline and show myself how strong our bodies really are. If you’ve read this far, thank you. Part 2 will be posted soon.

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Practice P.P.

a completely self endulged fic that i went crazy on so i hope you like it.

warnings: mild language, an anxiety attack??? LOTS of fluff!!!!

“How many more dresses are you gonna try on, Y/N? I think you have tried the whole store by now.” complained Nat as you slipped on yet another dress.

“Hey, you were the one who dragged me here to the mall so karma’s a bitch.”

Nat grumbled as she waited. She picked her dress for the dance over an hour ago. Wanda already left. Lucky bitch, Nat thought.

You stepped out, checking the mirror, twirling. This time it was a soft pink sweetheart neckline with a white belt. It was knee length and shimmered in the light.

“Perfect! Let’s go!” Nat exclaimed.

You gave her a dull stare in response. “You’re more impatient than Peter I swear.”

“Speaking of Peter,” Nat smirked. “This has nothing to do with the fact that he asked you to do the avengers formal does it?”

Heat immediately flushed your cheeks. “No.”

Nat rolled her eyes, chuckling. “You can’t fool me, Y/N, you’re pining for that boy hard.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.” She paused, taking out her cell, then added, “If you don’t buy that dress, I’m gonna tell Peter you like him.”

You gasped. “You wouldn’t!”

“Try me.”

You stared her down then she hit the button. The phone started to ring.

“Okay, okay! You win!” You rush up to end her call. “I’ll buy this one.”

Nat smirked in victory.

“You didn’t have to resort to blackmail.” you grumbled, going back into the changing room.

“Pft, yes I did or we would be here for at least another hour.”

“Have you any shame?”

“No.” smiled Nat.

You rolled your eyes as you came back out with your dress in hand. “Remind me why we’re friends again?”

“Because you love me.” Nat grinned as you headed to check out.

“Sadly that’s true.”

A gut wrenching feeling nestled at the pit of your stomach. You haven’t seen Peter since he asked you to the dance. You blushed seeing him at the kitchen counter having breakfast. Nat was right. You were head over heels for him.

“Hey, Pete.” you greeted, trying to keep it cool. Since when did he look This Cute at breakfast?

“Hey, Y/N. Steve made enough eggs for another plate if you want.” he said.

“Thank you Mr. Star Spangles. Don’t mind if I do.”

Peter laughed. “You have nicknames for everyone?”

“Basically.”

Peter cleared his throat. “I’m uh, excited about tonight. You?”

You smiled as you made toast to go with your eggs. “Yeah. I bought a dress with Nat yesterday.”

“Oh yeah? What does it look like?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see, Spidey.”

Peter tried to convince you to reveal details of your dress but you didn’t budge. It was cute how he begged.

“C’mon.” he said, resting his forearm above your head on the wall, making eye contact. Heat immediately rushed to your face. “Just one little detail?”

His nose almost touched your own. You swore you wouldn’t cave but Peter just looked so damn cute… “Okay fine. It’s pink.” You walked away, Peter grumbling. “That’s it?”

“You said just one detail. I gave you one detail.” You had a big smirk on your face. Peter was gonna go crazy till he saw you tonight.

Wanda and Nat were in your room as they helped you get ready. Somehow word brewed of a formal dance with superheroes would be a good idea. You had a feeling Nat was part of it. Someone had to suggest it to Tony. Surely it wasn’t his idea and Nat was the queen of influence.

“You should have seen him, Nat!” you giggled as she styled your hair. “He was begging! Literally begging! For any detail of my dress!” You giggled even more.

Nat smirked. “Oh boy.”

“You gonna kiss him?” Wanda asked.

“Maybe.”

“About time. You two have been pining since the day you met.”

“I like to play hard to get.” you shrugged.

“You’re so full of shit, Y/N. You’re as shy as he is.”

“Am not.”

“Are to.”

“Just admit it, Y/N, you like Peter.” Wanda said. “A lot.”

“So what if I do? It’s not my fault he looks cute in everything he wears or how his hair never stays in one direction. Or how his eyes look like pools of honey especially in the sunlight.”

“Oh, honey, you have it baaaad.”

“He’s sooo cute!” you nearly wailed in your arms. “I can’t help it!”

“Just kiss him tonight and it will all fall into place.” said Wanda.

“But I never kissed anyone before…” you admitted.

“Just let it happen naturally,” Nat said. “It may be awkward at first but don’t worry, Y/N. It just takes practice.” She flashed smirk.

“Oh my god.” You rolled your eyes. “Since when did I gain two moms?”

You had to step away from Nat and Wanda. You loved them both to death but they were talking too much and you just needed a moment to calm yourself.

You stepped onto your favorite spot: the terrace. It had a beautiful view of New York that always put you at ease. The fresh air cleared your thoughts. You haven’t felt this nervous in a long time. Probably because you were going to confess your romantic feelings to someone for the first time.

The realization hit you like a ton a bricks and suddenly couldn’t breathe. You put your hand on your chest and closes your eyes, trying to calm yourself. Maybe this was all too much, too soon.

“Y/N?”

The worst possible timing, Peter. Really?

You tried to respond but you were too busy trying not to faint.

“Y/N? You alright?”

“Y-yeah.” you lied. You finally turned around and took a step back, leaning in the balcony for support. Peter was absolutely stunning! He sparkled like an anime character. You never seen him so clean cut and suave before since the day you have known him. He styled a black tuxdeo with white peeking out from his sleeves and neckline with a matching black bowtie. And his hair. God his hair! it was perfect! Perfectly smoothed back. You never thought you would see the day when Peter would be introduced to styling gel.

“Wow,” he breathed. “You look, uh, really pretty.”

You forgotten you were dressed up to. That’s how good he looked. He gave you amnesia.

“Y-you too.” you smiled.

He walked closer to you, a hand in his pocket. “You sure you okay?”

Your smile faltered. “Just had trouble breathing for a moment is all. I’m fine.”

“You sure?” He was so close to you now. He wore some kind of cologne. It smelled so good.

“I am now that you’re here. You smell good.”

Peter smiled. “Tony let me borrow it. You smell good too. Like peonies.”

You blushed. Time seemed to stand still as you found yourself resting your hands on his chest, feeling the softness of his suit. “I need to tell you something.”

Peter gently took your hands into his, giving you goosebumps. “Me too.”

“I like you, Peter. I like you a lot.” You looked at him to see him smile.

“I like you, too, Y/N.”

You locked eyes. His soft, beautiful brown eyes; eyes you fell in love with since the moment you first saw them.

“You should wear pink more often.” he spoke softly.

You blushed, looking away. He lifted your chin with his finger, making eye contact again. His thumb gently brushed against your lower lip. You froze.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I really want to kiss you.”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

Peter rested his hand behind your head. He ever so gently pressed his lips against yours. A gush of warmth burst all over almost like a volcano. Your fingers curled around the flaps of his tux as you kissed back. You had no idea what you were doing but like Nat said, it took practice. Peter kissed even deeper, his other hand on your back, pulling you closer.

The kiss felt so right. Like fate. You never felt more at home.

You two finally broke, breathing heavily. Peter was grinning ear to ear; some your pink lipstick smeared on his mouth.

“Can’t wait to do that again.” he breathed.

You looked at each other for another moment or two before doing just that.

“Thatta girl.” Nat grinned, as she proudly watched you suck face with Peter. An asteroid could have hit and you two would have no idea.

Wanda appeared next to her. “This was your idea wasn’t it?” she asked. “The dance.”

Nat shrugged. “Maybe.”

Wanda rolled her eyes. “I knew it.”

#azaras-spirit #my fics #peter parker #peter x you

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cancerianprincess · 6 years

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“Wicked Coronation” (vampire! T’Challa)

Warning(s): None

Recommend Listen/Song Inspo: “Stranger Things” ~ Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown

A/N: This was just a little something I decided to crank out before spooky szn was officially over after being inspired by this photo (which ALL credit for goes to @persephone ). Happy Halloween, you guys. Enjoy 👻🧛🏾‍♂️🎃😈

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“Unbelievable.”

Reyna scoffed as she headed back to her car, shaking her head at the vast level of tardiness her date was displaying tonight. She couldn’t believe that after willingly putting herself out there, he had the nerve to be late.

As a result of listening to her best friend, Talia, Reyna had put on her best outfit, a crimson colored velvet bodycon dress that was to die for, a pair of dazzling single dangle earrings and single matching bangles on each wrist, and her best heels which were a pair of sleek black stilettos that would have any man or woman eating out the palm of her hand. The twist out was on point, matte lipstick was popping, and her glitter red acrylics still looked fresh as can be.

So imagine the amount of irritation Reyna felt bubbling inside her upon realizing she had been stood up while looking like a full course meal.

After be more than courteous enough to wait forty five minutes past the agreed meeting time, Reyna was now heading back to her car while tapping away furiously on her phone.

‘It’s been almost an hour and he didn’t show sooo guess who’s leaving 🙃’

Reyna began fishing through her black clutch while awaiting Talia’s reply, knowing she was hovering over her phone in expectation of every last detail.

Wifey 🤗💋(2)

‘Excuse me 👀 you said what now??’

‘Do I need to make a trip that way?’

A light but warm chuckle escaped Reyna’s lips in response to the ride or die aura her girlfriend was exuberating. “And yet she loves to claim that I’m the crazy one,” Reyna thought to herself.

‘Pipe down girl, it’s all good lol. If he can’t act right then he can certainly get left’

“And he if think shit sweet next time I see him, he got another thing coming.” This time Reyna had spoken out loud, but despite the rhetorical nature she still received an unexpected response.

“Oh, entle,” a baritone voice cut through the dark. “You don’t really mean that, do you?”

Well, partially unexpected response, at least.

Reyna folded her arms across her chest after stopping halfway down the alley just a few feet short of her car. “You’re late.”

She glared intensely at the man posted up against said vehicle who was dressed in a spotless all black suit, and yet still managed to stand out in contrast to the dark of the night. The first few buttons of the matching onyx dress shirt he donned underneath had been left unfastened, leaving the fabric to hang open exposing his defined pecs ever so slightly. There was a red pocket square in the front of his jacket, and as if to accent the accessory, he held in his hand a single red rose, inhaling its scent right before his eyes cut to his other half.

“Forgive me, my love,” her boyfriend apologized. “I’m afraid I let time get away from me while I was...tying up some loose ends.” He pushed off the Lamborghini to approach Reyna, but for the two steps he took to be in arm’s length of her, she took a step back.

“Uh-uh, T’Challa. Using your ‘voodoo magic’ is not going to get you off the hook for this so don’t even try it,” Reyna reprimanded him. “What ‘loose ends’ were so important that you had to keep me waiting for nearly an hour, on tonight of all nights? It’s not like we have all the time in the world!”

Since the night Reyna had accidentally ended up in the wrong Halloween party to say the least, T’Challa turned rescuing her from a group of savage gargoyles into a tradition of treating Reyna to a night out on the supernatural side of town. In the past four years since that fateful encounter, it was fair to say that the two had fallen for each other, regardless of the vampire/mortal dynamic that frequently posed as a challenge for them. But, nevertheless, Reyna adored her other-worldly beau and accepted him wholeheartedly, fangs and all. If anything, the true nature of his origins fascinated her.

Which is why T’Challa had finally decided on what to grant his lover with as a reward for finishing up graduate school. And what better gift was there than making Reyna a part of his world rather than just a frequent visitor?

“Well, usana, not that I need use of my powers to get you to forgive me, which you and I both know,” T’Challa stated. He quickly stepped in closer perimeter of Reyna before she had the chance to retreat any further, placing the lone flower in her hand.

“But I suppose you have waited long enough for your surprise,” he went on, a devious smirk playing at his lips. In the mere seconds that Reyna had become distracted by the gorgeous creature’s charisma, he had circled around his girlfriend like a vulture as she closed her eyes to sniff the rose.

Burying his face in the crook near Reyna’s collarbone, and running his hands along her amber skin until they were wrapped snugly around her waist, T’Challa spoke seductively into her ear, “Time to get a taste of what we’ve been missing out on.”

And with that, before Reyna even had an opportunity to utter a syllable in protest, T’Challa bore his pearly white fangs, and bit directly down into the right side of her neck.

*******

Whatever pain had hit the new grad student from the chomp in her flesh went away as quickly as it came. The second Reyna felt the teeth sink into her vein she could have guessed correctly what was happening, but of course there was no time to fully analyze the possibility. Because the moment her eyes had snapped open just as fast as they’d clamped shut, Reyna found herself standing in the VIP section of the same forbidden nightclub she’d stumbled into over four years ago.

Perched on the overlook she could see the entire dance floor below packed and lively beneath her feet with every fictional creature one could think of when it came to spooky season. Their forms collided together rhythmically in time with the music blaring through the speakers, while the colored strobe lights flashes different hues of red and purple creating endless shadows against the walls.

Moving closer to the railing, Reyna noticed that her body felt different; that it felt...strange. A good kind of strange. Her chocolate color orbs now glowed the same shade of scarlet as her dress, and all her senses seemed to amplified ten times over, including her ability to easily detect a lingering presence hanging over her shoulder.

“Enticing, isn’t it?” T’Challa asked from behind her. “You see, since the minute we met I detected there was something special about you, however I failed in putting my finger on it right away. Still I longed to know more of you anyway, despite it going against my conventional practices.” He drifted to Reyna’s side, continuing with his thoughts while watching over his subjects along with her.

“But with the passage of time, I was able to uncover at last what it was that inevitably drew me to you.” The demon turned to Reyna, cupping her chin in his grasp to direct all her attention to him.

“It was your passion, Reyna,” T’Challa confessed while staring into her newly colored irises. “Your captivation with the unknown, the way you’re enthralled by mystery; it was in your eyes the first night we met. Instead of turning away from me in fear, you allowed your fascination to learn more about my world guide you. I knew then, that I could trust you to be mine.”

The two were now inches apart, giving the demon leeway to close the gap by pressing his lips to hers. Reyna melted into the kiss, finding herself more attracted to her boyfriend as ever due to his observation of her. She moaned lightly into his mouth, only to let out a slight whimper when he broke away.

“Now done with school, you have no more immediate obligations holding you to the mortal world permanently, but if you still choose to walk away, then I possess a potion that will reverse the bite I gave you if consumed before sunrise,” T’Challa muttered, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“But, neglect to take it by then, and your days as a mortal will be over.”

The vampire began backtracking slowly to the center seat that served as his throne until seated back upon it with one foot placed across the opposing knee.

“So, what do you say, my love?” His eyes blinked closed briefly, glowing blood red when they opened again as he made his final offer. “Will you join my world? Lead along with me as my equal in ruling over these heathens?”

Reyna stood and thought for a moment, remembering that she owed her good friend details about how the ‘anniversary dinner’ had went once it was finished. Knowing she would get a kick out of spinning this one, she could barely contain the smile spreading across her face.

“Darling,” Reyna started, running her tongue across her freshly obtained fangs while stalking over to her soulmate seductively. “It would be an absolute honor to call you my king.”

But that conversation would have to wait until later, because right now, Reyna was about to become Queen of the Underworld.

~~~~~

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