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Picture Perfect pt. 3 | Jack Hughes x reader x Trevor Zegras

part one and part two right hereeee

warnings; smut duh, the words cock and other funky words that make me squirm, jealous Jack , also a bit shitty writing lol

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Trevor couldn’t get you off his mind ever since that day. It’s all he could think of, the way your pussy gripped around Jack’s dick. The sound of your angelic moans. It was sick the way all of his thoughts were revolving around you. Trevor couldn’t even face Jack any more. He had been avoiding him at all costs, too scared he’d blurt out how he needed to fuck you to get you out of his head.

You walked out of your room and into the living room, seeing Jack playing a video game with his feet up on the coffee table. “Hey, isn’t it guy’s night shouldn’t you be at the lake house?”

“Yeah, but Trev said he couldn’t make it again. I think he’s doing that shit on purpose cause Cole told me he saw him the other day,” Jack responded, not looking up at you. He had a rough demeanor about it, but inside Jack was just a bit hurt that it seemed like his best friend was avoiding him.

“Is he mad at you or something?” You made your way to the kitchen island, grabbing a mandarin and peeling it to snack on.

“Can’t be, I didn’t do shit to him. And I mean it this time.”

“Well when was the last time you even saw him?”

“That one weekend he came over and watched us fuck. Told me he’d call me to chill afterwards, never did,” he shrugged.

“You don’t think he was weirded out by the situation? Like at least a little bit? I mean he did watch us have sex,” you concluded.

Jack recollected the event, he knew Trevor was nervous about it but he didn’t think that he would be weirded out by it, “I don’t fucken know, I thought we were close enough for that. We’ve joked about it before, banging groupies together— all before I met you of course.”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded. “Still, it was a hypothetical situation. And I’m your girlfriend, Jack. Not a groupie you’re never going to see again. It adds a certain nuance to the situation don’t you think?”

Your words made Jack think deeply, and one thing about Jack is he hates getting deep in his thoughts. He furrowed his brows, what you said confusing him just a bit. “Yeah I guess that’s true. But whatever, I’m just gonna confront him and ask him why he’s being like this.” Jack got up from his spot, putting his slides on and grabbing his keys. If Trevor was going to avoid him the only thing he could do was be right there where he had no choice but to see Jack.

“Stupid Trevor avoiding me like a weirdo. Making me drive to his house cause he wants to be lame. Funky ass missing guys night again,” Jack grumbled the whole drive to Trevor’s place.

When Jack arrived to Trevor’s place he was less upset and more hurt by the fact his best friend hadn’t responded to his texts or calls. That it had really got to the point where he had to actually drive to his house to see him face to face. Nevertheless he knocked, picking his posture up and preparing himself for the confrontation.

“Yo–” Trevor opened the door with a smile on his face, which faded with the sight of a less than happy Jack on the other side of the door. “Oh, what’s up Jack,” he now monotonously greeted.

“What’s up? That’s all you gotta say bro?” Jack started off, his hurt feelings getting to him, “You’ve been flaking on me. Not answering my calls or texts. Just straight up dodging me. What’s up with you?” At that moment he sounded like a heartbroken girlfriend, but at that moment he was.

Trevor was taken a back just a bit, but fully understood where Jack was coming from. “It’s just that I um, I’ve just been—“ he stuttered and stammered, not being able to form a cohesive sentence.

“You’ve what? Whatever it is, it just sucks you’re not able to communicate it with me. Being as we’re like best friends and all,” Jack spoke vulnerably, something he had taken up from you.

Trevor sighed, the words resonating with him. He realized he just had to face the problem head on, and tell Jack what was going on in his head. “Listen,” Trevor looked down, not being able to look Jack in the eyes, “It’s hard for me to tell you this. I never in a million years thought I’d be in this situation. Ever. Like ever. It makes me sick just thinking about it. But, watching you fuck y/n was a huge mistake.”

“Was it too much for you? She told me you probably thought I was weird, god I’m embarrassed—“

Trevor cut him off, “No, no. It’s not that. Like at all. It’s just that you were right about everything you said. About y/n,” Trev took a deep breath to muster up courage and to finish, “So right to the point that I can’t get her out of my head. Just seeing the way she fucked you and shit. It’s been stuck on my mind. I’ve never seen no one fuck like that ever in my life. And you know how many girls I’ve fucked.”

Jack didn’t know how to react or respond. Yeah, he was proud of you because he knew you were the top of the top, cream of the crop. But also, his best friend was lusting after you, his girlfriend.

“So you gotta crush on y/n?”

“I don’t know if you can say crush, she’s a great girl and all but I know you two are meant for each other. It’s just, she has that sexual prowess. If anything it’s like a fuck crush.”

“A fuck crush,” Jack raised an eyebrow, trying to comprehend what Trevor just said. The entire situation was difficult for him to comprehend.

“Yeah. Not to objectify her or anything. But she just looked so fucking amazing fucking you.”

Jack pursed his lips, “So if I let you fuck her can you stop being weird?”

“Wait, what did you just say?” Trevor had to double take, cause after everything, he knows Jack didn’t say what he just said.

“If I let you fuck her, can you stop being weird,” Jack drew out his words.

“No way. I’m not going to fuck your girlfriend and no way you’re actually going to let me fuck her just like that.”

“If it’ll make you get over whatever the hell a fuck crush is, then yeah. Get her out of your system so we can be cool again. I don’t wanna lose my best friend over some petty shit like this, cmon Trev.”

“Jack, listen to what you’re saying. Are you really going to let me fuck your girlfriend.”

“I’m not all too keen about you taking her all by yourself. Not no cuck shit. But remember when we always talked about tag teaming a girl?”

“Yeah, I kinda remember,” he recalled all the conversations from when they both first got into the league, bragging about all the pussy they were gonna get.

“Well, how about a threesome with my girlfriend,” Jack proposed, “God it makes me sick just thinking about it. But if there’s anyone I would have a threesome with it’d be you.”

“Jesus Jack, you’ve put me in a sick situation. A sick sick situation. I wanna say yes but I wanna say no.”

“Like I said, if this is what it takes for shit to go back to normal I’m all for it,” Jack sighed.

“You sure that you’re sure?”

“As sure as I can be, In this moment. I might come to regret it but you know my dumb ass just lives in the moment,” shaking his head, Jack tried to push all negative thoughts away.

Trevor contemplated, because the first time he said yes to one of Jack’s asinine ideas he got put in this situation. But still, he just couldn’t get you out of his mind. His body was feening to feel yours against his. To feel you ride him the way you rode Jack. It was driving him borderline insane. The whole situation was a catch 22 for him.

“Are you sure y/n even wants this? I mean look at the position we put her in,” classic Trevor, always worried about you where Jack had always been mindless.

“You saw the way she was about to go down on you. Seems like we’re all consenting in this situation.” He recalled the way you so easily crawled over to Trevor without a second thought, about to take him inside your mouth just as you would with him. It sparked a tinge of jealousy in him, but at the same time also turned him on seeing you from another point of view.

“I just don’t want this to make shit even more weird than it already is. I know how much you love her and you know how much I love you.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I trust both of you to even do any of this shit. We’ve been best friends since like forever, and to be honest I’ve never been in love with someone as much as I’m in love with y/n. And I’m the one who put us all in this place, being the show off I am. Can’t bitch out now.”

“Jack, if this goes south I’m literally gonna kill myself. I’m already dead inside from shame and embarrassment,” Trev spoke with his eyes squeezed shut. It was still difficult for him to look Jack in his eyes.

“Jesus Zegras, don’t be so morbid.”

So right then and there Jack and Trevor set a day for the threesome. With Trevor freaking out the whole time, and Jack trying to calm him down, you were clueless to the whole ordeal.

It was a Friday evening, Jack running errands and you taking the day off from the hectic week. You laid in the king sized bed the two of you shared, only in one of Jack’s oversized graphic tee shirts and a pair of lace panties that you so loved to adorn.

“Hey princess,” you felt Jack’s hand run up your bare leg. Your eyes fluttered open, still adjusting to your surroundings. Everything was always hazy when you first woke up.

“Hi my love,” you sleepily smiled at him. You turned so you were no longer on your side, but leaning your back against the headboard. Still blinking to adjust, you could now make out another person in the room.

“How was your little nap? You still look sleepy my little love bug,” Jack smiled at you. He loved how you looked when you first woke up, always with a look of clueless confusion, brows upturned and bottom lip stuck out just a bit.

“It was fine, hadda nice dream. Probably coulda slept through the whole night I was so comfortable,” you rubbed your eye and stretched as you finally started to actually wake up.

“Yeah? I got someone here who wants to see you though,” he told you, his thumb still rubbing that spot on your leg.

“Huh? Who?” You turned, seeing Trevor stand idly by the door, “Oh hey Trevor, long time no see. How you been?” You softly smiled up at him.

“Hey y/n,” he timidly waved. Seeing you in person sucked every ounce of courage that was inside of him. If he was nervous before, now he was a complete wreck. He tried to mask it by mustering up a half smile.

“Trevor’s been feeling some type of way,” Jack started.

“Hm? What d’ya mean?” You questioned confused.

Jack looked towards him, not being able to tell you himself, from lack of words to say it or refusal, no one knows.

“Jack, I can’t say it,” Trev shook his head. Between you and Jack, it was just too much to be put on the spot and confess how you had him feeling.

Jack stood up, “Well, I’m gonna get a drink. I’ll be right back. Give you some space.” This wasn’t just for Trevor to finally relay how he feels about you. Jack himself just couldn’t stand to be in the room while it happened. He knew what was about to go down, yet his possessive instincts kicked in. He had to at least be a little tipsy before consciously going through with another one of his crazy ideas.

“Are you like, grossed out by me or something? That I could actually go through with fucking Jack in front of you? Do you look at me differently now?”

“Yes, I look at you differently.”

“Oh,” was all you could say.

“But not in that way. Y/n, I just can’t seem to get you out of my head. Ever since I saw you fuck Jack, I just can’t. I’ve had this sick craving, I needed to feel what Jack felt. It makes me sick that I can’t feel you bounce on my cock, that I can’t just flip you over and fuck you how Jack did. I just can’t stand not being able to experience you like that,” finally all the words spilled from his brain and out for you to hear. “And I know I shouldn’t feel this way because you’re my best friends girlfriend, that’s why I’ve been avoiding Jack. Because of you. Because I can’t have you the way I want to. The way I need to.”

“Trevor, I–”

“It’s fine y/n. You don’t have to try and let me down easy. Jack wanted to bring me here to get you out of my system but this is another insane idea I just can’t go through with and put you through.” Trevor turned hastily to get out of there as quickly as possible.

You shot up as fast as you could and grabbed Trev by his arm, pulling him back into the room. “No Trevor, I was gonna say I can help you get over me. Guys always get over it once they get what they want right?” You softly chuckled.

Trevor sighed, “Y/n I don’t want you to think of it like that. I really like you, you’re perfect for Jack. I– just don’t know where this sudden infatuation came from.”

“I know Trev, it doesn’t have to be that way. Let’s just get this over with and forget it all happened mm?” You tilted your head, your hand that grabbed him now making its way up his tricep. The way Trevor talked about this situation, how he viewed you now, sparked something tantalizing inside of you.

“W-what about Jack?”

“Well we’ll just have to get his blessing, right?” You pulled Trevor out of the room, to where Jack was seated on the kitchen island, beer in hand. “Jacky baby, is it alright if I get to play with Trev tonight? That is what you brought him over for right?”

Jack took a deep gulp, he hated the words that came out of your mouth but he loved the sultry way that you spoke him, he couldn’t stop himself from breathlessly staring and nodding. Just like Trevor, he too was trapped under your siren spell. You could never do anything without Jack, so you gripped him by his wrist and yanked him up from his solitude. You’d need the space of the big California king bed for the three of you.

“I think it’s only fair that Trevor gets to undress me,” grabbing his hands, you set them at the hem of the large tee shirt you wore. There really wasn’t much for him to strip your body off. Trevor’s breath hitched, this really was the moment, he’s finally getting what he wanted. Slowly he lifted the shirt up, your arms raised. Jack sat there with anticipation, palming himself through his sweatpants. So this is what it looks like to the neighbors huh. He was loving this point of view, seeing you in another light.

Now just standing in your bra, panties, and knee high socks, Trevor’s brain had flipped a switch. It’s as if his brain went feral, urging him to grab your supple breasts. He cupped them, feeling the fullness of them in his palms, squeezing them, the flesh filling in the gaps between his fingers.

“Screw this bra, it needs to go now,” he mumbled under his breath. Trevor reached around to your backside, feeling for the hooks. Trevor fumbled with it, trying to use one hand to unhook it was proving difficult. Jack saw this, and he himself started to get impatient.

“You’re taking too long, let me do it,” he smacked his lips together, slightly shoving Trevor out of the way. Swiftly, with one hand Jack had unlatched your bra, with the straps falling off your dainty shoulders. Jack smirked at Trevor, who only looked back with his mouth agape. “Perfect titties.”

“Mhmm,” Trevor agreed with Jack, bending down and taking one in his mouth. Trevor started sucking it softly, the feather like sensation causing you to gasp. Seeing that Trevor could get that kind of reaction out of you made Jack grow a tinge jealous. Although it was all turning him on, he was feeling that bit possessive feeling over you. Jack planted himself onto your other boob, suctioning to it with pressure.

“Oh my god,” you moaned as Jack gently rolled your nipple in between his teeth. The slight pain mixed with the intense pleasure sent shocks through your body. Where Jack was going rough, Trevor went soft. With the slightest touch of his tongue he flicked it in all the right places around your areola. Starting with the bottom, swinging around the top, then making a full circle around the whole nipple. The two differing pressures started to make your vision hazy, your legs starting to buckle and give out. Sensing this, and knowing your body, Jack went behind you, now supporting your weight as your naked body pressed against him. Jack moved your hair to one side out of the way and pressed kisses from the nape of your neck upwards. One hand held your waist, the other gripping the bare flesh of your boob, rolling the nipple between his index and middle finger.

Seeing Jack supporting the upper portion of your body, Trevor kneeled down, planting a kiss to your clit as he placed himself in between your legs, putting both knees on his shoulders and hoisting you up. With your body now in the air, lifted up by the two boys, Trevor began to lap his tongue on your pussy, licking up your labia and up to the crown of your clit. You squirmed, your legs locking around his neck. The feather like kitten licks so slight and so gentle, although it wasn’t a lot of pressure it stimulated your bundle of nerves in all the right ways. With Trev’s hands on your backside he started to grip and grab at the flesh of your bottom before taking his right hand to insert two fingers inside your vulva. He curled his fingers down, caving into the floor of your silky walls.

All Jack could hear was the slurps of Trevor’s mouth and the squelching sound of your pussy, and quite frankly he was becoming a bit bratty that he didn’t get to be in any of the action. Jack pulled your body back, the two of you falling on the bed before he elevated your body to fit right between his legs, your back reclining on his chest. Jack padded his fingers along your stomach just before going to touch your lower lips. The temperature change from Trevor’s warm mouth to Jack’s cold fingers contrasting greatly. Starting off at a normal pace but quickly picking it up, Jack was determined to make you feel better than Trevor could.

“C’mon princess, I know you feel it, let it out,” he smirked. Knowing last time Trevor didn’t truly get the full Y/n experience. Trevor just quizzically looked, what the hell did Jack mean? Anyways, Trevor was focused on you, watching how your body reacted to the brash touch. Your toes curling up, your legs twitching. Trevor made his way up your legs, planting kisses from the tops of your feet all the way up to your thighs.

At this time Jack had both hands playing with your princess parts, his dominant hand gliding in and out of you as his other toyed with your clit. With all of this touch you were getting overstimulated, and fully well knew what Jack meant from that statement. You felt the buildup in your lower stomach, and it was getting to the point where you couldn’t contain yourself.

“Oh my fuck, I’m gonna– I’m gonna,” you breathlessly tried to get out before you squirted, Jack pulling his fingers out at the right time as you ejaculated juices that covered the bed sheets, and subsequently got a bit on Trevor as well.

“No fucking way, did you just-,” Trevor gaped in awe. Throughout his multitude of bodies he had never once met a girl who could squirt, only seeing it in videos.

“Mmhmm, just gotta play with her in all the right ways and she’s your own little waterfall,” Jack smugly boasted, proud of himself that at least he was the only one who could get you like that.

You turned around, now on your knees as you kissed Jack intensely, “I think baby deserves a treat for himself now huh,” you lowered yourself down his body, peppering kisses as you made your way to his dick. Swirling your tongue around the tip and head, you then took his full member in your mouth and started to bob up and down.

Your ass stuck out in the air vulnerably, Trevor smacked it, surely leaving a hand print, before diving in and eating it from the back. This took you by surprise, making you lurch forward and causing you to take more of Jack in your mouth.

“I think she needs to be stuffed from both ends, huh Jack,” Trevor grunted, now wanting—no, needing– to bury himself deep inside your walls. Too preoccupied with getting deepthroated, Jack just nodded and groaned out what sounded like a grumble of a yes.

Trevor pulled down his shorts, his dick now throbbing from how hard it had been this whole time. He rubbed the head from the fore and aft of your vagina before easily sliding it in.

“Is’so slick and wet. Just slid right in,” Trevor softly murmured, starting off with slow measured strokes. His hand laid on your ass as he watched his dick glide in and out of you. In this moment he was awestruck, he finally was able to feel what he was only able to daydream about. He relished in the moment, knowing this would be his only chance to feel your insides.

Wanting more pressure, you backed yourself up against his cock, your plump ass bouncing as you rocked forward and backwards. Every time you moved up, your throat taking more of Jack’s dick. Trevor bit his lip, he loved the way you took initiative, but in the moment he was much more hungrier for more friction. Trevor grabbed your hips, ramming his cock in you as deep as he could. You squealed, surprised at the tempo Trevor had now started to go. Your ass was now clapping loudly against his front side. He then grabbed you by your neck, pulling you up so your back was pressed against him and your head tilted in the crook of his neck.

Trevor’s hands roamed all over your body, a squeeze to your tit, soft touches on your belly, all before his hands made their way down to your punani. He played with your folds, just embracing the slick wetness you were secreting.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” your eyes were rolling back, hands gripped to Trevor’s arms. Jack glared at the two of you, he felt like Trevor was being pretty selfish by not sharing you.

“It’s my turn,” Jack snarled, roughly pulling you down, Trevor slipping right out of you. Jack spread your legs out, aligned himself with you, and jammed himself inside. All regards were out there window, he had to make you feel just as good as Trevor did, maybe even better.

A few strokes in he brought your legs together, straightening them up and having them rest on him, making you feel tighter for him. Jack rhythmically pounded you, on arm securing your legs to its position rested on his chest, his other hand holding you by your waist. Trevor stood over you, stroking himself as he watched you scream in pleasure.

“Hey pretty girl, stroke this for me why don’t you,” Trevor lowered his bottom half to you, letting you grab his member. You pulled him closer to you, rubbing his cock as you started to lick his under shaft and balls. Trevor’s head fell back, a nice deep grunt leaving his mouth. To you it was simple things, but to him he had never had a girl do these kind of things to him. “Fuuuuuuck y/n that feels amazing.”

At that point Trev needed to feel the inside of your whatever, almost to the point of climaxing. Your mouth, your pussy, hell if he could fuck your bellybutton he would.

“Bend her over the bed, I gotta feel her I’m bouta finish,” his breaths were hitched. Jack listened, knowing after this was over he’d finally get you all to himself again and this would all be behind you three. Never have to share you again as greedy as he is.

Jack stuck your taut ass out, your elbows rested on the edge of the bed as he pushed you faced down. He smacked your ass, leaving his imprint before looking at Trevor, “Go for it brother.”

Trevor positioned himself behind you, jiggling your ass a bit before inserting himself inside you once again. Jack got in front, about to face fuck you into oblivion. With his hands planted to your hips, Trevor began to snap himself into you, a nice pace so he can ride this dream out as long as he physically could. You looked back at him, mouth agape moaning as you started to fuck him back, grinding yourself against him.

Jack didn’t appreciate himself being left out, and grabbed your face just a biiiit too forcefully, opening your jaw and jamming himself inside your moist mouth. He held your hair back, one hand under your chin as he shoved as much of himself between your lips as you can take. You started to gag, and with this your walls tightening as well. With your walls tightening with every time you choked, Trevor got closer and closer to his orgasm.

“Oh shit– I’m gonna fucken,” Trevor couldn’t even finish his statement before he swiftly pulled himself out of you and finished right on your ass. “Fuck.” Trevor looked at the mess he made on your backside, he spent all that time backed up that it coated most of your ass, dripping down the sides. Jack himself was close as well, having restrained himself not wanting to finish before Trevor, and only took a few more strokes inside your mouth before he warned you.

“Get ready baby I’m gonna cum,” he brushed your hair a bit, relief in his voice. Soon you felt his warm seed coat the inside of your mouth, with you sucking his tip to drain him. Jack pulled himself out of you, your mouth closing with a ‘pop’ as you licked your lips. You swallowed, cause Jack did not train a spitter, and opened your mouth to show Jack you swallowed every drop. “That’s my good girl.” He smiled with approval.

Trevor got himself dressed as Jack got a baby wipe to clean you up. “Well, that settles it. Y/n thank you for the great fuck, Hughes, I’m never being nosy again, see you at the lake house this weekend?” Trevor laughed, dapping Jack up.

“Of course bro, I knew this would fix you being weird. Back to normal, and I know no more crazy ass ideas from me either,” Jack brought him in for a hug.

“Yeah, for real. Imma get goin tho, practice tomorrow and let you two love birds sit in that after sex bliss, see y’all,” he pointed to you both, before exiting out of the room.

“Bye Trev!” You shouted tiredly, worn out. He waved back at you one last time before he was finally out of Jack and yours sight.

Trevor closed your front door, making sure to lock it behind him. He rested his back on the door, letting out a big sigh. That had sealed it, and had turned out just how he expected it to. Fucking you had only made his crush worse, and now he had to hide it for the rest of his life.

“What the hell am I going to do now?”

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siremasterlawrence · 5 months

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A Ticket Of A Lifetime

My Destination is upon after waiting for well what felt life endlessly unwinding weeks of hell on earth torture and it all comes down to this my dears.

I enter the stadium a long, humongous ever lasting walk to the stage in the center of the super ball for this moment and I climb this stairs.

My per view grows smaller as I see three guys who are competing with me for the grand prize of a surprise and I am not one of those who competes.

I am selected by some community of voters weird right. Anyway, he undoes the envelope opening it with a simple tear and reads off my name.

The lights descending on him in a hovering like fashion quelling the crowd with a single hand gesture my world is about to take one hell of gnarly change.

Handing my the letter adorn in pure gold it is lighting on fire, eviscerating in my hand a lovely ember red hue is left and fades leaving a key in my hand.

It’s hot to the touch consuming my thoughts which are now running a mile a minute and I never saw the crowd disappear nor the arena either.

All I have is a door in front of me front center for me to see and dead on arrival for the truly most spookiest event ever if you will ever get to see.

I doubt that though considering my key is in the key hole, I brace myself turning it as the door swung open and I cannot believe my eyes.

The air swallows me whole with one swoosh I am past the thresh hold and embrace in to a strange pair of arms and I know it all so good.

Strong masculine body that is so massive in its state wraps my waist in to his and drapes highly over me.

My nose accidentally digging in to his shirt I can’t help to love and savor his scent as it is now with me forever.

“OH MY GOD! “

“That is not me “

“Henry Cavill?”

“You got it mate”

“Why are we here?”

“I have no idea…though you might”

“Anybody here?”

“Your guess is as good as mine”

“Commence, prompt, activate “

“Why did you say those…”

“Henry? Mate? Are you ok?”

“Soul transfer begins “

“What are you saying! STOP!”

“My body !”

“Why is changing?”

“Is this astral form “

“Your body too”

“How on earth are we flying?”

“Hello! This is a your new body speaking “

“Excuse me?”

“You won the universal gift a new life”

“Are you saying?”

“This body “

“Is yours now”

“Henry? Is he?”

“Dead?”

“Yeah”

“No! Very much alive”

“Woof!”

“Think of this one soul meets another “

“You are combined “

“Combined us both?”

“It’s only right “

“For the better”

“You deserve it”

“You are just “

“So godly!”

“Who me?”

“You are the most perfect”

“Iconic”

“Greatest!”

“No one else as good”

“He will soon see”

“He is the other side to your coin “

“How can this be possible?”

“Everyone has a match “

“Soul match!”

“Relax man “

“Shussshhh”

“Close your eyes “

“We are one”

“Exactly one body “

“Mind”

“Soul”

“Body “

“Let it all surrender “

“Nothing to hold you back “

“Free falling in to one existential existence “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“You are enjoying “

“I am now assembled “

“This is the best gift”

“A LIFETIME WORTH”

“Mmmmmm”

“I feel so sexy”

“I am fucking sexy”

The end

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #body possession #the possession.#reprogramming #souls combined #hypnosis #hypno dreams #dream realm #in universe

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writers-hes · 1 year

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“get out.” - s. harrington x reader (OLD VERSION)

Steve tells you to get out of the car because of a disagreement. (asshole!steve, best friend!eddie, a bit of stancy) —just a blurb blurb

NEW VERSION NOW POSTED!

“It’s the same fucking thing all the time with you,” you complained.

You didn’t know how you landed yourself in this again. When you agreed to date Steve for the first

time many months ago, he promised that you had nothing to worry about; that he was loyal to you and that you will both work on communication.

“And it’s the same shit with you. You’re always fucking—complaining about things that I can’t control,” he replied, swerving away from the trashbin that he almost hit. “Fuck!”

It was just some party, some stupid party that you both agreed to go to. Well, Steve wanted to go because his friends will be there. Robin, Eddie, and Nancy. The thing was, Nancy didn’t do anything. She just needed a friend because Jonathan had been dodgy and Steve was there. In fact, you love Nancy but Steve and her together in the bedroom of Phil Newton’s house? Not so much.

The worst part is, Steve had no plans to tell you. It wasn’t until you asked Robin where your boyfriend was that she answered, “I’m not supposed to tell you this so, please don’t tell Steve. He’s in Phil’s bedroom with Nancy.”

God, it filled you with dread. Worst case scenario—Nancy and Steve were fucking after professing that they still have feelings for each other. But still, Steve promised. Right? So, you went upstairs and knocked on the door multiple times. Steve opened it with guilt written all over his face. Guilt dissolves into annoyance and you braced yourself.

“What,” he asked, his face tight. He was annoyed with Robin, really. She was the only one who knew where he was. He needed to comfort Nancy because Jonathan isn’t coming back to Hawkins for the break. You were taken aback by his snarky attitude.

“I, is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Do you need anything?”

“Can we go home?” you asked. You hated tonight. You didn’t want to come here and Eddie left you for Nancy as soon as she areived with Robin. You were left to drink some lukewarm punch by the sofa. You saw Eddie but he was too busy dealing and you didn’t want to be a bother.

“Sure. Here are the keys. Go start the car and I’ll be down in ten minutes,” he replied, giving you the key before closing the door again.

You stood there, dumbfounded before stomping your way to his car. You would’ve left but you didn’t know where you were. Phil lived in the outskirts of Hawkins and Steve was supposed to be your ride. You slammed the door of Steve’s BMW when Eddie

“I can hear you stomping from the pool,” Eddie teased, leaning on the passenger window. “What’s wrong?”

“Steve is wrong,” you frowned. “He dragged me all the way here and ditched me as soon as he found Nancy. They’re upstairs,”

“Damn,” Eddie replied. Even he couldn’t provide comforting words. “Well, you’re with me. Super cool, super nice me,”

“Didn’t you sell me double the price when we first met?” you asked. True but it was an old gag that you shared with him. “I still haven’t received my rebates,”

“I give you enough free stuff, sweets. I should be the one getting rebates. I’m thinking of milkshakes,” he said, eyes widening. “I could just taste it! Oh, chocolate milkshake and because you’re so nice, burgers. I’ll pick you up tomorrow,”

“Eddie! I didn’t agree—“

“Yeah, yeah but you owe me.” he replied. “Also, did you know? I went to Lover's Lake the other day, right? Guess who I saw fucking in the woods. That

cheerleader with blonde hair and that kid from English? The one that reads loudly to himself,”

“No way,”

“Yes, way. I saw them! With my own eyes!” he exclaimed, making you chuckle loudly. Steve was frowning from behind Eddie. You looked so miserable when you talked to him earlier and now that you’re with Eddie you’re fucking laughing? Steve watched your smile fade away as he neared, his frown deepening. Eddie looked back, and whistled. “Hey, Steve,”

“Munson,” Steve replied. “Girlfriend and I are leaving,”

“Oh,” Eddie replied, nodding. He looks at you and mouths “scary”, making you laugh and Eddie leaves, jogging back to the pool for business.

That was how you found yourself in this situation, eyes and knees away from Steve, watching the dark trees blur at the speed of his car.

“Can’t control? I told you that your relationship with Nancy is bothering me and I find you alone in a room together?” you asked.

“It’s not like I can just say ‘Sorry, Nance. My girlfriend is so jealous of you, she doesn’t want us spending time together. Or should I?” Steve asked, venom dripping in his voice. “It’s the same shit with you and Eddie,”

“No, it isn’t. Eddie and I are friends. You weren’t there when everyone knows you were with Nancy in Phil’s fucking bedroom. Everyone except for me!” you replied, your voice raising in volume. “Same fucking shit, Steve. Same shit and I’m so tired of fighting.”

“You shouldn’t have come to the party, then,” he mutters and you pause, counting to ten to calm yourself down.

“It was you who wanted me there, remember? I didn’t want to attend that party but you dragged me. You ditched me the moment Nancy arrived. Do you remember? I don’t…I’m nit even sure if I want to be in the same soace with you right now.” you heaved, tears springing up your eyes. Steve could only hear how you didn’t want to be with him. Slowing down some street, you looked at him in confusion. You just really wanted to go home.

“Get the fuck out,” he mutters, looking at anywhere but you.

“Wh-what?”

“Get the fuck out,” he repeated. “You don’t want to be with me right? So get out.”

You stilled, looking at your surroundings. There was nothing but harrowing trees and a lone light. You nodded, rushing out of the door and watching as Steve sped away from you. When he was far enough, you let your shoulders deflate and sobbed. Where did it all go wrong? Steve was never like this with anyone. Why did he…dislike you so much? You walked back to the party, trying to remember the way.

It was so dark and Steve knew how much you hated walking in it. You didn’t know where you were and Steve knew how much you hated being lost. There were no sounds but the creek and the hooting of the owls and Steve knew how much you hated the silence.

Wrapping your arms to protect you from the darkness and the silence, you walked. You were rushing back because you didn’t know where you were and you were scared; so fucking scared of the night. You’ve been walking for how many minutes now and you could’ve called but there were no payphones anywhere. It was just the occasional street lamp and nothing else. Would you even risk hitching a ride if a car passes by?

“Fuck!” you cried, sobbing uncontrollably when your arm hung itself on some stray wire by the abandoned bus stop. The sting rips through your whole body, limping until the trees looked somewhat familiar.

Soon, you followed the loud bass of the speakers. Kids your age spilled out of the house and you followed from where they came from. The party. You were back from where you started. You shuddered, hoping to God that Eddie was there. Or maybe Robin. Fuck, Nancy, if she was the last resort. You just really wanted to go home.

It was Robin and Eddie who found you by the door. Apparently, there was some chick by the pool who was crying to herself. Descriptions matched what you wore that night and how you looked; there was no other choice than to rush to you. Sure enough, when they ran to the pool, you were there siyting by the edge. Black tears ran down your face, a scowl settled on your lips as you shielded yourself away from the world. Robin noticed the red on your arm, rushing towards your hunched figure.

Eddie was hot on her tails, hiding you under his arms to quiet you down. They led you to Eddie’s van without any words; what should be explained anyway? Isn’t it enough? Your friends looked at each other while your body shook with sadness and frustration.

“S-sorry,” you managed, and you felt Eddie’s grim on your shoulder tighten.

“It’s okay,” Robin replied, opening the door for you. You curled into her when they were settled, Eddie starting his van to drive you back home.

“What happened?” Robin asked. Eddie’s eyes snapped towards you and she was about to say sorry when you replied.

“Steve told me to get out of his car in the middle of nowhere and left me,” you managed between sobs. Their hearts broke. You looked so small and forlorn; so defeated and empty. “I just wanted to go home. I don’t even want to anymore because he might be there.”

“It’s okay. We can go back to the trailer. You can share the bed with Robin and I’ll sleep on the couch.” Eddie assured before driving the trailer park with a crying girl on the passenger seat.

#get out!steve #old version #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst

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b00knerd1o1 · 1 year

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Wednesdays Introduction to Squishmallows

Summary:

Enid brings a colorful squishmallow into the dorm room and it goes about as well as you would expect.

The methodical clicking of her typewriter could lull anyone into a trance, Anyone but Wednesday Addams. She stays vigilant. She Runs through her novel ideas, types them up, and keeps tabs on her surroundings simultaneously. Little in her surroundings requires her attention. Enid had snuck out for the night. Thing was resting peacefully next to her, and little else in the isolated room would warrant her attention. Despite the tranquility around her, Wednesday keeps all her senses open. She might not have supper hearing, but she still catches onto the thrumb of footsteps rushing up the stairs. She continues her work- even when the door swings open with a bang- but devotes more of her attention to her surroundings than before.

The sound of Enid flopping onto her bed with an annoying crinkly bag floats through the room. She had been on a late-night shopping spree. What could warrant the bubbly girl to set out in the middle of the night for one eludes Wednesday. She feels that if she asks her roommate, she will be trapped listening to her drone on about mundane, inconsequential facts, so she stays silent. Thing, on the other hand, swings off her table and scurries over to Enid to see what treasure she has brought back.

“Hello, Thing!” Enid’s overly cheery voice rings out, accompanied by more shifting and plastic crinkling. Wednesdays cant see Thing to discern what he communicates, but Enid’s side of the conversation tells her all she needs to know. “It’s so cute, right? I’ve wanted to get one forever, but I never saw one I really liked until now! When I heard they were getting a shipment, I knew I had to get one. No matter what!”

Her attention is fully drawn to the conversation for a second, her fingers stall over the keys to her typewriter, and she cocks her head slightly to the side.

“Come join us Wednesday!” Enid’s voice rings out before she can correct her mistake. She reluctantly turns around but stops dead when she sees the enormous egg-shaped ball of pastel rainbow sitting on Enid’s bed.

“What is that?” She asks, horrified.

“A Squishmallow,” Enid replies as if it should be obvious.

“And what exactly is that?” Wednesday asks, not dating, to take a step any closer to the abomination.

“Their supper fluffy stuffed animals. Try hugging it!” Enid trusts the toy forward, and Wednesday quickly sidesteps.

“I don’t engage in hugging, and I would never touch something so horrendously and unnecessarily colorful.”

“The color is half Its appeal!” Enid says, bouncing up and down.

“And what’s the other half?” Wednesday deadpans.

“The squish! It’s as fluffy as a cloud!” Enid shouts as she spins around and squeezes it tight to her chest.

“It looks like you’re strangling it,” Wednesday observes out loud. Enid stops and looks down at the toy quizzically.

“I guess your right.” She says. A little of the joy falling from her face. “It’s still cute, tho.” Wednesday scoffs but decides not to say anything as Enid rearranges the rest of her stuffed unicorn collection to fit its new addition.

After a couple of weeks of the hideous unicorn sitting on Enid’s side of the room, Wednesday forgets about it. While it is one of the worst offenders regarding Enid’s affinity for all things colorful, it easily blends into the rest of her side of the room. Every couple of nights, Enid will pull the plush from its place and squeeze it tightly while listening to bland commercialized pop music. She continuously bugs Wednesday, asking her if she wants to feel how soft it is.

“You don't even have to hug it. Just squish it a little.”

“No.”

“Come on. It’s life-changing, I promise!”

“I’ve had enough life-changing events to deal with. I don't need to break out in a bunch of hives just to touch a stuffed animal.”

“Oh.” Enid practically deflates. “I forgot.” She fidgets uncomfortably for a second, and Wednesday turns away from her to return to her writing.

The next time Enid brings the Stuffie out, she doesn't pester Wednesday. The same happens the next time, the next time, and the next time. Soon enough, Wednesday becomes confident she will never have to deal with it again. That is until she walks into their room one day to find a plastic bag on her bed.

She grumbles and walks over to move it to Enid’s bed when she notices a note tucked into the side of the bag with her name on it. She picks it up and scans over its contents.

Howdy Roomy!

I bet you thought you could escape the Squishmallows.

NEVER!

I Spent forever searching but I found a fully black and white one for you for resale! It’s even spooky!

Give it a good squeeze for me!

-Enid!!!

Wednesday cautiously peals the plastic away to find a black and white cartoon skeleton peering up at her. She stares down at its eyes and picks it up to toss into the corner when her hand sinks through. She looks at the toy astonished, and squeezes it again. The fluff inside gives way easily under her pressure but springs back up immediately when she releases it. After a tense moment, Wednesday brings it up to her chest and squeezes.

The hug- if you could even call it that- lasts only a few seconds, but it’s the longest one she’s ever had control over. Other people were difficult to embrace- literally and physically- but the stuffed toy had no emotions or wants for her to deal with. It won't linger too long or pick her up awkwardly and swing her around like a child. If she were to hug it again, she would be in complete control. So she places it next to her pillow.

She begins walking towards her typewriter when she notices Thing from the corner of her eye, “Not a word of this to anyone.”

#wednsday addams #wednesday #wednesday series #enid #enid sinclair #wenclair #squishmallow #squishmallows #enid x wednesday #addams family #fanfiction #fanfic #wednesday fanfic #fluf #wednesday fluff #fanfic oneshot #autistic wednesday addams #wenclair fic

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nichestartrekkie0-0 · 2 months

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Another fic! La'an and Hemmer (Friend-fic ofc)

Timeline: between ep 4-5

Words: 2.1k

Summary: La’an and Hemmer get kidnapped for ransom and must work together to escape. (Again, they're buddies...work acquaintances)

TW: KIDNAP, ALMOST DEATH, mentions of trauma and suicide. Water/drowning (No one dies, but they do get close) (TEEN and UP)

Words: *Eshra’oo = a songchord that the Aenar use to remember life events. Each individual earns or is given beads at stages in their life, everyone composes a song to accompany the beads and lyrics that go with them. The dead are not buried with them, but the chords go into a temple so that they can be sung by family members after the person has died. Married couples often carry each other’s chords after their partner has passed, and their chords will be given to the temple as a set.

Singing is personal

Hemmer was minding his own business when he heard it. A humming noise, soft and melodic floating down from the pipes.

Someone was singing in the pipes?

Hemmer shrugged.

Fair enough. I guess the cadets can’t sing in the communal showers.

Then, something felt off. He recognized the voice singing, he just couldn’t believe it.

Noonien-Singh?

He scoffed, then remembered an incident a while back when the crew was turned into children. The only thing tiny Noonien-Singh did besides cry was sing. She didn’t stop singing throughout her time in Medbay.

That, of course, drove Chapel crazy, but he didn’t mind. Actually, he thought it was kind of cute despite the situation.

His eyes drifted up to look at the pipe. Despite his eyes being mostly useless, they could sense light fairly well. Pausing to listen, it dawned on him that she had no idea there was an echo.

Oh. That’s going to be an ugly surprise.

…Unless it wasn’t.

Pulling out his comm, he dialed the Security chief.

“Noonien-Singh!" He barked, trying not to smile, "I have someone in the pipes, I think they’re singing? Did you send one of your officers in there? They’re disturbing the peace! No one on my team would ever sing in there with the echo-”

“-Oh!” Lieutenant Noonien-Singh paused.

“Yes…I did. It’s one of my officers. I’ll fix that right away.”

Hemmer smiled.

“Good.” Flipping his comm shut, he chuckled a bit at the sounds of scrambling coming from the pipe.

She must have gotten a complaint about an item lost in the pipes, someone probably dropped their key card, or their wallet, or something stupid.

Huffing to himself, he continued with his day.

Unfortunately, his day ended somewhere in a bar on a seedy planet they had stopped at to give a short break to the crew. It was sorely needed. They had run into the Gorn only a bit ago, and there were still some things wonky with the system on the Enterprise.

Even more unlucky, the bar was owned by some characters who seemed to dislike Una for her aptitude for pool.

“Oh.” Hemmer leaned in, “Una. It’s rigged. I can see the magnets.”

She scoffed. “I could have told you that.”

Then, gunfire.

Hemmer had Una to the ground in less than a second, only for her to be ripped from him as she scrambled towards the door.

“La’an!” She cried, desperately making her way to the open hole in the wall. The door was blown off its hinges.

Pike, grabbed his first officer.

“What are you doing!? Wait for two seconds before we can clear the-”

Hemmer was already out the door.

Lieutenant Noonien-Singh wasn't his friend. She was alright, but she wasn’t anything like Una.

As he ran down the steps he saw her slung over the shoulders of some rugged street lord. With a quick extension of his abilities, Hemmer could see the man’s intentions. A bounty, of course. He needed some members of Starfleet alive to sell them back to the Federation– a simple hostage situation for easy money.

“Hey!” He called, “If you want more money, you might as well take me too!”

The man turned, eyeing the Starfleet uniform suspiciously.

“What the-”

“That’s my ward.” Hemmer lied, “Aenar are very protective of our charges– as you know– so if I could substitute for her, I’d be happy to-”

A gun was placed on his forehead.

“Stop. Talking.”

Hemmer raised his hands expecting handcuffs.

He didn’t expect the blow to the head.

…

“Finally.” Noonien-Singh sighed, “You’re up.”

Hemmer groaned and instinctively reached for something he knew wasn’t there. Or, well, someone, but that’s beside the point.

Someone descended the stairs to whatever hellhole they were locked in.

“Alright.” The man drawled, “Who’s going home first? Starfleet paid one of your ransoms.”

Noonien-Singh and Hemmer nodded and spoke in tandem.

“Her.” He snapped.

She sighed, “Him.”

They both froze, looking at each other.

“Her.” Hemmer growled, “She’s younger and has a medical condition for stress. Let. Her. Go.”

The well-dressed man shrugged, “Whatever you say.”

As Noonien-Singh protested, he picked her up. She started to grow frantic, just like she had been when she was transformed into a child.

“Wait!” She cried, “Wait- I-”

“Don’t look back!” Hemmer called, “It’s ok.”

Whatever those three words meant- it unlocked something deep in her mind. Something even Hemmer, with all his psychic abilities, couldn’t understand.

“Wait, no!” She screamed, thrashing in the man’s grip, “No!”

He threw her back onto the ground, “Fine!” Looking at Hemmer, he spat, “What about it, pops?”

Hemmer looked at the shivering woman on the floor next to him. Like fuck he was leaving her behind.

“Oh,” he sighed humorously, “if you pick me up I’ll bite you.”

The man’s face twisted in disgust. “Whatever. Guess I’ll have to figure out something-”

He stormed up the steps and slammed the door, thrusting the room into darkness. Not that darkness bothered Hemmer. He could see in the dark, underwater, and up to a 1000-foot radius.

Hemmer turned to his crewmate.

“What was that?” He asked, schooching towards her. His wrists and ankles were bound, but not for long. He had been in much worse situations.

Noonien-Singh just lay there, breathing heavily.

Hemmer took a single peek into her mind. Incredibly invasive, rude, and a large taboo, but he wanted to make sure she wasn’t brain-dead.

Images of blood and horror surged through his mind, with the backdrop of burning skies and a starship on fire.

He paused, stopping his attempts to reach her momentarily.

“Holy shit.”

Noonien-Singh laughed a dark and terrible sound. “Nothing ‘holy’ about it.” She spat, curling herself into a more compressed position.

He continued to move towards her.

“What was that?” He asked again, “You could have easily gone with him.”

“I couldn't…leave you. I won’t.”

“Why? You most definitely can-”

The door creaked open.

“Good news ladies. Today’s your lucky day.” The man trod down the steps, a jovial expression that could raise the wraiths of hell plastered across his face.

In short, he looked fucking diabolical. Whatever he was excited about, Hemmer knew in his gut it wasn't ‘lucky’ at all.

…

Hemmer sneered, looking down at the dock. “Seriously? Making us walk the plank?”

Noonien-Singh– tied to him and hating every second of it– snapped, “Would you shut up?”

Their captor smiled. “Ah, I have my money, I don’t need you two. You really should have taken his offer, little missy-”

He reached out a finger only for her to bite the air around it.

“Oh!” He snorted, “Feisty!”

“Watch yourself, sir.” Hemmer warned, “I may be tied up, but I can and will use lethal force if you make it necessary.”

Noonien-Singh looked up at him. “What part of ‘we’re going to be dropped into the ocean’ are you not getting?”

He internally cursed and broadcast his thoughts to her.

Relax. I have a plan.

She sighed in relief. Oh. Amazing. What is it?

Hemmer winced.

…I have half of a plan.

She groaned, “Jesus Christ.”

“Would you like to be the plan maker here?” He hissed, “Do you have half of a plan?”

“I can’t believe I’m going to die…like this.” She chuckled, “This is so-”

“Don’t. You’re not going to die.”

“You sound awfully sure of that.”

“Yeah, well, that’s my half of the plan.” He snorted.

The weights. They move.

Her face twisted in confusion. Yeah, so?

He grunted, shifting her slightly. I can move your weights to my side, therefore making me sink, and if you can take your binds off, then you can float up.

What about you?

Looking down at the water, he shrugged, “It’s not a bad way to go.”

Her jaw dropping, she turned to look at him. “No. Absolutely not. We’re getting out of this together or not at all.”

“What is it with humans and pack bonding?” He sighed, pressing his head against the last wooden pole before the end of the pier.

Wait.

He nudged her.

The pole.

She looked up at him in confusion, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes. What?

The pole! The new installments are all concrete. Wood poles often had metal in them-

The point? Quickly.

Hemmer sighed. A- Our bonds are rope. B- if there’s a metal hook we can catch the weights on-

“-Then we could stall the sinking long enough to get out.”

“Exactly.”

They didn’t get any more time to discuss as they were roughly pushed into the water.

Hemmer expected the cold shock, what he didn’t expect was for Noonien-Singh to get over it faster than him.

The plan of catching the ropes on a hook failed miserably. As it does when both participants can’t breathe and are entangled together.

As they hit the seafloor, Singh managed to shift the weights around so they were crushing her. She pushed him upwards.

Go!

Her mind screamed the word at him. He kind of wanted to spite her and drown.

That doesn’t fix anything.

Growling in anger, he rose to the surface, took one gulp of air, and dived back down.

She was already unconscious when he made it to her. Frantically, he ripped the weights off, then managed to pull her through the ropes.

He couldn’t go back to the docks, obviously, so he dragged her out to a cove along the shore. It was mostly rock, but it was covered and protected.

CPR mostly revived her, but she was slipping. He had to do something.

“Humans and suicidal pack bonding bullshit!” He groaned, pressing his forehead to hers.

…

He was somewhere else. Not on the burning starship, and not in the death fields, but in…

A raft?

Before he could ask what was going on, he was hit with it all. Every single second of fear, agony, pain, humiliation- all of it. Every bloody moment.

Before he could come up for air, La’an pulled them out.

Hemmer gasped, turning around and immediately throwing up what little he had in his stomach.

The things he had seen in the last few seconds– which felt like years– were too much. Too much for anybody, much less an eight-year-old.

Rinsing his mouth with salt water, he rasped, “You protect people because you couldn’t protect him. Your brother- or yourself.” He scoffed, “That’s why you tried to save me.”

On the nearby rocks, with her legs pulled up to her chest, La’an sat, waiting. Probably kicking herself for falling into the same bad habit of taking the bullet.

“Stop looking at me like that.” She snapped, “I don’t need your pity.”

“It’s not pity.” Hemmer sighed, “It’s understanding. I couldn’t save my wife either.”

Her face widened in surprise as she looked up from the ground.

“… now you’re the one who's looking at me with pity.” He sneered, “I’m fine.”

“Oh?” She stood, “My trauma happened years ago. It hasn’t been that long for you.”

“I’m an adult.”

“And? So am I.”

“La’an.” He sighed, “We need to get back to the ship.”

“How do you propose we do that?”

He groaned. “I…happen to be a good swimmer. I can carry you back. I carried you here after all.”

She smiled a bit.

“...You called me La’an. Don’t the Aenar guard their first names?”

“Yes, and you are not an Aenar. Also, I saw a lot of horrific things in the past two minutes. I think I get a pass.”

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes.

“You get a tentative pass.”

…

One week later:

Hemmer threw his hands in the air, cursing.

“La’an! Jesus-”

“You’re the one who can’t bluff.” She snickered, grabbing the rest of his chips. “Go cry to Una.”

“I will not snitch to Una if you give me back five chips.”

Her eyebrow raised. “Only five?”

“And I'll throw in keeping your singing habit a secret- for free.”

Her face dropped. “How did you-”

“I can hear you in the pipes, La’an. You have a nice voice-”

“What?” She snorted, “Like you sing?”

His hand instinctively reached for his wrist. “I do, actually. It’s…”

He smiled, rubbing one of the beads on his wife’s Eshra’oo*.

“...It’s an Aenar thing.”

#star trek #star trek headcanon #star trek strange new worlds #star trek snw #aenar #star trek andorian #una chin riley #lieutenant hemmer #la'an noonien singh #my fic

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andydrysdalerogers · 9 months

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Yours Submissively ~ Communication

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Consideration

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Wednesday came and Belle arrived home after her late class. All she wanted was a shower and some food. Lila wasn’t home, having gone on a date with Bucky. She sighed as she looked over her mail. A letter caught her eye. “Manhattan School of the Arts” it said. She trembled as she opened the envelope.

Dear Miss Davis, Thank you for sending us your resume and school records. Pending receiving your state credentials, we are pleased to offer you a position as a teacher for our First-Grade students. Training would begin in June and the school year would start August 1st. We offer our congratulations on your pending graduation and look forward to working with you in June. Sincerely, Headmaster David Zolinski Manhattan School of the Arts

Belle couldn’t believe it. She did it. She was finally a teacher. She snapped a photo and sent it to Lilia.

B: I did it! L: Congrats! Celebrate Friday? B: Can’t this weekend L: Why? B: With Steve L: even better celebration. TTYL? B: Say hi to Bucky for me L: He says congrats.

Belle wanted to celebrate. She sent the same photo to Steve.

SR: Congratulations B: Thank you SR: We’ll celebrate on Friday B: OK

She was deflated. She hoped for more. She quietly made dinner and sat watching a cooking show when she heard the doorbell. She opened her door and was surprised by Steve. “What are you doing here?”

“I realized that you just had a major life accomplishment and that Lila wouldn’t be here. You should be able to celebrate in the moment.” He held up a bottle of Prosecco and a paper bag.

“Are you allowed out by yourself?”

“I have security. They are downstairs.”

“Bucky approved?”

He chuckled. “Bucky approved. Can I come in?”

“Oh shit, sorry. Yes of course.” Steve walked in a deposited a kiss as he passed. Belle felt her head start to swim from lack of breathing. “Umm, let me grab some glasses.”

Steve noticed the uneaten plate on the coffee table. “You haven’t eaten?”

“I just got home from school.”

“It’s late.”

“Yeah, it’s the only time for this particular lab. And it was rough.”

“How so?”

“Had to find a new lab partner.”

“Why?” Belle hesitated. “Isabella, tell me,” he ordered.

“Because my old partner is Scott. And we’re not talking right now.”

“You spoke to him about Saturday.”

“I did. And he said some things that upset me so I told him I wouldn’t speak to him unless he apologized. Which he hasn’t done. So, I asked MJ to be my partner.”

“MJ?”

“Michelle Jones. She is Peter’s fiancé.”

“You have a few friends. I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, just the six of us. Well, you and Bucky can be added, I guess. I mean if we are friends. Wait. I mean, I don’t mean we’re not friends I just mean…” She stopped. “How long are you going to let me ramble?”

“I don’t know. It’s cute when you do it.” He laughed. “We’re friends Isabella.”

“Just friends.” She sighed and took a bite of her now cold food.

“Isabella?”

“Sorry, I’m just working through it.”

Steve cleared his throat and tried to change the subject. “So, I brought you a dessert.” He revealed two slices of cheesecake.

“I love cheesecake. Thanks.” She tried to smile but it wouldn’t reach her eyes.

“Isabella, talk to me.”

“Why are you here? If you don’t want this type of relationship, why are you here?” Steve went to reach for her hands and she pulled away. “No. I want an answer.”

“I do want a relationship, just not a romantic hearts and flowers type of relationship. But you’re right. We do need to be friends for the type of relationship I want to work. You have to be able to talk to me and you don’t right now.”

“I don’t? I told you about this.” She held up the letter.

“But it’s the first time you’ve ever done it. Please Belle, I’m trying.”

“I don’t know if I can do this.”

“What?”

“Be like this. Submissive.”

“Its not just that. We will spend time together when we are together on the weekends. Just try.”

“One weekend?”

“One weekend. That’s all I ask.”

“Does it have to be this weekend? I have to start studying for finals.”

“When are finals?”

“Two weeks. Graduation is in three weeks.”

“Ok, two weeks then.” Steve took a bite of his dessert to let the room calm. “I have to ask, I need a date for a benefit on Saturday. I would like to ask if you would be my date.”

“I thought…”

“As friends, Isabella. Just as friends. I don’t expect anything else.”

“I don’t have a dress or anything.”

“Tell you what, this weekend, stay with me and we can get to know each other more. I’ll take care of everything else. No more, no less.”

“Like a sleepover. So we can gossip in our pjs?” Belle quirked a smile.

Steve chuckled and shook his head. “Whatever you want. Movies, pizza, the works. I just want to be with you for now. I want you to trust me.”

Belle could see the honesty in his eyes. “Ok. This weekend. Sleepover. And a benefit. No big deal.”

Belle walked into her new office area in Stark Tower on Friday with a small overnight bag. She was stuffing it under her desk when Tony approached. “Going somewhere?”

“What? I mean, excuse me?”

Tony chuckled. “The bag Belle. I’ve never seen you with such a large bag.”

“Oh.” She looked at the bag. She knew Steve said he would take care of everything but she just wanted to make sure she was prepared. “I’m going to stay with a friend for the weekend.”

Tony furrowed his brow. “Doesn’t seem like a lot of stuff.”

“Yeah,” Belle scrambled. “I’ve stayed there before and have stuff there. No need to add to my drawer there.” She laughed at her excuse.

“Boyfriend?”

“Excuse me?”

“Is the friend you are staying with a boyfriend?” Tony was on high alert.

“No, just a friend.” Belle fidgeted and cleared her throat, uncomfortable with where the line of questioning was going. “Did you need anything Mr. Stark?”

“No Belle. Just get started with the usual. Need to go through my schedule in a few.”

“Ok, no problem.” Belle turned on her computer to get to work. A new email popped in her inbox.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Personal Pick-Up Service Isabella, I look forward to our weekend together. Bucky and I will be by to get you. What time? Steven Rogers CEO, Grant Industries.

Belle tried to keep calm. She knew Steve had infinite resources and it wasn’t like her email was a top government secret. It was just unusual to see it without knowing where he got it. She calmly typed out a reply to the super soldier CEO.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject RE: Personal Pick-Up Service My, to have the CEO of a major corporation in the palm of my hand. I am done at 6PM. I’m looking forward to our weekend as well. See you later. xx Isabella Davis Intern to Tony Stark President, Stark Industries

Steve read her response and laughed. She did have him in the palm of her hand, and he would gladly let her live there. Wednesday was interesting. He learned so much about Isabella in just a few hours. Whether she realized it or not, she ate the same way with all of her food, needed to taste all the flavors at the same time.

She always played with her hair, rearranging it several times until it was in a knot on the top of her head. The way she slept very peacefully. She had fallen asleep against him, and he very gently picked her up and placed her in her room. He covered her up and pressed his lips on her forehead before he left. He took her keys to lock the apartment and then slipped them into the mail slot. He sent a message to Bucky to tell Lila about them.

As he made his way downstairs, Clint held the door open for him. “Cap.”

“Barton. Thanks for doing this on such short notice.”

“Not a problem Steve.” Clint closed the car door and climbed in the driver seat. “Is she ok?”

“I believe so.”

That night stayed on Steve’s mind along with their first night together. Bucky wasn’t super happy that Steve had gone out but at least he had Clint with him.

The end of the day came quickly and Steve and Bucky headed to the Stark Tower. “So Punk, are you ready to have your life taken over by a girl?” Bucky snickered.

“Show some respect Jerk. She already took over and you know it.”

“Why are you making such a big effort Steve? She really worth it?”

“Yes, she is. Is Lila worth it?”

“Ok fair. I’ve just never seen you this way before. Not with the other girls, not with Sharon or…”

“Don’t say her name.” Steve clenched his jaw. He didn’t need the reminder.

Bucky looked contrite. “I’m sorry pal.”

Steve counted to ten, needing to relax before he saw Isabella. His girl. Just her name became a talisman for him. “Its ok Bucky,” he finally said. He looked him in the eye. “She’s different. She challenges me. She has something that none of them, including …” he swallowed. “None of them had it.”

“This won’t be the usual contract, will it?”

“I don’t know. The next two weekends will be the test.”

“Understood.” Bucky glanced at the entrance and jumped out of the car. Steve followed his gaze and saw Belle with her bag. He opened the door just as he heard her say thank you to Bucky when he took the bag.

“I thought I told you I would take care of everything this weekend.” He kissed her cheek and took her hand. He guided her to the open door and she slip in.

“I know, but I wanted to bring some things that give me comfort. You know, for my room.” Belle looked down at her fingers.

Steve caressed her cheek, “My Belle, don’t be embarrassed. I didn’t mean you couldn’t bring anything. Forgive me if that’s what you thought.”

She looked up and smiled. Steve was dazzled. “Thank you, Steve. Its just some of my favorites that I have extra. I thought I could leave them there.”

“That is a wonderful idea. You know I would have bought you anything you wanted.”

“I know. But some things cannot be purchased.”

“Really?”

“A stuffed bunny that my parents left me?” She raised her eyebrow.

“Fair enough. I thought we could head to dinner. Casual, nothing formal.”

“Sounds good.”

Bucky drove them to Brooklyn, to a little mom and pop restaurant. Belle smiled. She jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped and ran into the restaurant. Steve and Bucky exchanged a look before Steve exited the vehicle. He walked in to see Belle being embraced by an older woman. Steve cleared his throat. Belle looked over to Steve.

She turned to look at the older woman and spoke in flawless Italian. “Mamma sono Steve. Mi ha portato qui per un appuntamento a cena.” (Mom this is Steve. He brought me here for a date.) She smiled, “Steve, this Mamma Maria Capolini. She runs the restaurant.”

Signora,(Ma’am) Steve greets her with a handshake. The lady takes his hand and inspects him. She doesn’t say a word but after a moment, she reached up to Steve’s face and kisses both cheeks. She lets him go, kiss Belle on the forehead and heads to the back.

Belle takes Steve’s hand and heads to a table in the back. “She approved of you. This is my favorite Italian restaurant in the entire city.”

“You know her. Well.”

Belle blushed. “Dad and I would eat here at least once a week. Momma, she taught me to cook and I learned Italian.”

“That’s beautiful. I wanted to bring you to somewhere with the best Italian besides going to Italy itself.”

Momma appeared again with some anti pasta and bread. She looked at Belle. “Vino?”

“Grazie.” She came back a moment later and filled two glasses with red wine.

“Isabella, tell me more. What secrets do you have?” Steve took her hand from across the table.

“Not many more, I guess. I speak Italian, obviously, Spanish, French and English. My dad wanted me to well versed. I stopped before I got to German and Japanese because I only wanted the romantic languages.” Belle flushed, forgetting to filter her words.

“That is very sweet.” Mamma appeared again with two plates of pasta. “Buon Appetito.”

“Grazie,” Steve replied, and they ate. Steve enjoyed the little noises Belle would make as she ate. “Isabella, did you want to talk about this weekend?” Belle stopped and looked up at Steve. She swallowed her bite and nodded. “So tonight, after dinner, I thought we could go back to my place and just talk, get to know each other. Saturday, I would love to take you shopping and lunch before the charity event in the evening. On Sunday, brunch out on the waterfront. Does that sound ok?”

“Sounds like fun. But you don’t have to take me shopping.”

“I want to.”

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

“You always have a choice.” Steve looked sad. “I just want to make you feel special.”

“I already do, Steve. You don’t have to spend money on me to prove that.” Belle smiled. “I just like spending time with you.” She studied Steve’s face. “But if it makes you happy, shopping it is.”

He gave her a dazzling smile. “Thank you, Belle.”

They finished the meal and headed back to Manhattan. Belle wondered what exactly had she gotten herself into.

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unrooms · 3 months

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You wait to see if there will be any kind of response, ready to open up your notes app... instead, you find yourself getting up to go check behind the hexagon door.

“Whaaat, come on,” you mutter. You guess you are genuinely curious about what’s behind it, but you were hoping for a message.

Well, I guess maybe it can’t communicate with me. Or maybe it’s got different priorities. Or it can’t actually hear my thoughts.

You quickly set another alarm for near the end of the hour, then go ahead and open the hexagon door. Behind it, you’re surprised to find a room that’s made of similar stone bricks to the pool room. All the other rooms have had different aesthetics and materials. The bricks here are different though; bigger, less uniform, and made of what seems to be another, lighter stone. There are also seemingly decorative marble pillars along the walls. All the other rooms have been the same size and shape, and this one’s no different. In the middle, there’s a big metal slab, and what look like various tools on it. There’s also the shape of another door at the far end, with a keyhole but no mold like in the water room. The flesh room also just had a keyhole, and you couldn’t see past the tree in the other room. You guess the mold was probably just part of the water room’s puzzle. Checking the back of the door just in case, it indeed has the same symbol as all the others.

You close the door, wander back into the pool room, and then you feel the urge to write something in your phone. You open the notes app, but you just don’t have the words. Something about... the elements, and worry about danger... But it’s all vague, and when you try to write anything in particular, you draw a blank.

...Huh.

Okay, well... message not really received, but I got a little of that. Not sure what to do to improve communication ability, sorry, you might have to figure that out on your end.

After sitting there a minute just to make sure the message isn’t going to become any clearer, you sigh and move on. You move over to the flesh door and tap your fingernails against the stone, thinking.

How do I convince it? I think that the uh... whatever... might have been trying to tell me to be wary of it? I mean, if it wants to hurt me, I’m not sure what I could do about that anyway...

And besides, you’re getting kind of anxious to get another key. You’d rather not be stuck here for eternity. And you’re a little tired of being cautious.

It’s not like I’ve got forever to consider. The flesh is creepy, but it really doesn’t seem malicious, I don’t think.

So, you open the flesh door again, and step inside.

“Hi again.” You’re not really sure what part of the flesh to look at. You settle on the mouth it seems to usually use to talk.

“Hello.”

“So... about you and the key... the idea is to get, uh, some of your flesh to become the key, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Is that... hard for you to do?”

“Oh, not particularly.”

“So why not just do it?”

“You’re supposed to have to convince me. It should take at least some effort.”

“Hm... well- do you, I mean, do you have any objection of your own? Or is it just because it’s what the... damn it’s a long name... the walls the floors the ceilings and everything within them... uh, wants you to do?”

“...I don’t really have opinions about it myself. Although...”

“...Although?”

“...I suppose I do like you. Still, that’s not enough reason.”

“Oh. Huh. Thanks. Mm... look, I guess I’m just not sure how I’m supposed to convince you if you don’t really have a reason to go either way? I don’t know, is there something you want?”

“Not particularly. I suppose I see what you mean. The walls, the floors, the ceilings, and everything within them don’t have any specific thing in mind to change my mind...”

“Hm...” You stick your hand in your pocket, wondering if you have anything the flesh might like. “Oh, hey- do you know if you like candy? Strawberry hard candy, specifically.” You hold up the couple of candies to show it.

“...I’ve never had any. I’ve never eaten anything, as a matter of fact. I am somewhat curious, now that you mention it.”

You straighten up triumphantly. “Then, what do you say? I’ll trade you this candy, and you’ll let me have your key. I’m giving up something you want, so that should be convincing, right?”

The flesh hums consideringly, the sound filling the room.

“...Alright. I think that’s okay. I agree to this trade.”

A hand comes to pluck the candies away. You watch with fascination as it unwraps one, long limbs shifting, and pops it into one of its mouths (not the talking one). Its eyes widen.

“Oh! I like that.”

“Yeah? I guess most things made of flesh tend to like sugar.”

It’s an odd sight, but you smile as the flesh closes its many eyes in pleasure. You think it’s the first time you’ve seen it express a strong emotion. Any emotion?

“Thank you for the candy. Here...”

It sticks a finger into the keyhole, and the skin shifts in the same fluid way the glass did in the water room, until flesh disconnects from flesh. You go to pull the new key out of the keyhole- it’s kind of disturbingly soft and warm, but hey. You’re not gonna complain.

“Thanks, uh, flesh.”

“Are you going to leave for the other keys now?”

“Well I actually wanted to ask you some other questions about this whole place, and the elements and stuff... assuming you don’t mind, anyway.”

“I don’t.”

“Okay. ...Also... um...” You try to find the words to tell this strange body horror entity that you think its creator may be a bad parent. I mean, it said it was only a part of a greater whole, but it definitely seems like its own entity to you. Like, you may control your arm even though it isn’t exactly you, but you’re also pretty sure your arm doesn’t have a mind of its own. Unfortunately, you’re also not sure how the walls, the floors, the ceilings, and everything within them would feel about you trying to sway the flesh to your side, and although it hasn’t previously responded to any of your attempts to talk to it, it seems likely that it’s listening in. “...Hm... well, um, nevermind for now. Can you tell me, like... what you know?”

“Know about what?”

“Well, the world in general, I guess.”

“Hm... I don’t know very much about this world outside of the walls, the floors, the ceilings, and everything within them. I know you are from a different world, but I don’t know anything about that one. What I know is that this world is made up of the five different elements-”

“Five?”

“Yes. Water, flesh, plant, and stone, in that order, and separately, void.”

“Can I ask, what does the order mean?”

“...I don’t know as much about the elements other than flesh. The order is something about... changing... how much they change, perhaps?”

“Do you know why void isn’t a part of that order?”

“No.”

“Hm. Okay, go on.”

“Well, water is supposed to be fluid. Flesh is unique because it has agency and a mind. Plant only changes in certain ways, I suppose, and stone is solid and largely unchanging. Void is... strange. It doesn’t follow the same rules. That’s my understanding, at least. Most things have a little of several elements, but the amount of each determines their nature. The walls, the floors, the ceilings, and everything within them is largely made up of stone, and a significant amount of flesh, but as you’ve seen, it has a little of each element.”

“Does that include void?”

“I believe so, though I’m not sure where.”

“I mean, do you know what it’s like outside this room?”

“A little. I know the general shape of the rooms, and a little of how the walls, the floors, the ceilings, and everything within them feels, and of what it thinks.”

“Oh. ...What’s it feeling now?” You shift uncomfortably, feeling a little creeped out thinking about how the walls themselves are aware of what you’re doing.

“It’s pleased you gained another key, I think.”

“If you’re that connected to it, can you like, talk to it?”

“It can hear anything said within its walls. But I don’t think it likes conversation.”

You sigh. “That’s convenient, cause I’d really like to just talk to it.”

“It doesn’t sound convenient, in that case.” You snort.

“No, sorry, I was being sarcastic. It’s definitely not convenient. ...Hey, thanks for telling me all of that. It’s nice to feel like I understand the situation a little better.”

“You’re welcome. I think I like conversation.”

“Well, if I have the time, I’ll definitely come back to talk more later. But for now I think I should go try and get the rest of the keys.”

“...”

“Um... bye. See you later.”

“Goodbye.”

You leave the room, though you’re honestly kind of sad that you don’t have the time to talk to it more. It’s definitely not what you were expecting, but you feel like you’ve made a friend here.

Glancing at the pool, you see it says something again.

“ANOTHER KEY GAINED, WELL IN TIME | MY FLESH IS STRANGE TO ME | BUT YOU SEEM TO KNOW FLESH WELL | PERHAPS FLESH AND FLESH GO TOGETHER WELL”

“...Do you know that it’s kind of really annoying how you talk, but you never respond to me?” You sigh. No apparent response, unsurprisingly.

Now that you know more about this place, you feel kind of weird about sitting on the pool, but hey, your feet are tired. If it didn’t want you to sit on it, it shouldn’t be holding you captive. You sit and update your notes, then think about how apparently you’re in a completely different world than your usual one, with different laws- at least assuming the flesh is right. If it is, then how are you, like, existing here at all? ...Whatever. You decide not to think about that.

The fact that you didn’t really get enough sleep before waking up here is starting to get to you. Plus, presumably, all the stress, and lack of food or water. Or coffee. You plan to get home and then take a really good nap. You do actually have a class this afternoon that you would presumably be able to get to- if your phone is right about the time, anyway (and also assuming that warping between universes doesn’t also time warp you 100 years in the past or something)- but like hell if you’re not calling in sick after getting back from a completely different dimension.

Before too much existential dread can set in, your phone alarm goes off. Huh, you guess you were talking to the flesh for a while.

Okay, guy in my brain; like I said, I dunno how this works anyway, so if you do actually want to communicate with me, I dunno what would be helpful. ...I wonder, if you’re part of this world, what elements are you made of? Flesh, probably, since you seem like you’re some kinda person. With emotions and reasoning ability and all that. I really don’t know enough about the elements to guess, besides that, though.

As has become tradition, you watch your phone until the hour ticks over. It’s 6:00 am.

What now?

--HOUR FIVE--

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emeritus-fuckers · 6 months

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hello i was wondering if i could participate in the match up event?

I am afab and nb, I use any pronouns :) I'm cool with being any gender or being with any gender neither matters much to me

I lov the ghouls and their silly little shenanigans :)

I'm pretty feminine looking, I'm 5'1 and I'm built like a comic book male superhero like broad chest and shoulders but a straight line from the ribs down like a upside down dorito w legs

I'm asian so my eyes and hair are dark, my hair's like a shoulder-length wolf cut ish thing... idk I just hack at it. sometimes I wear glasses, but sometimes I just feel like being blind. When I get dressed I pretend like im dressing up in a fun little costume so my day is more whimsical and silly my go-to is like sailor uranus prince-type girl crush but a wizard or a wizard who is going on an epic expedition to recover lost artifacts but no matter the outfit the key is that I look like I'm secretly a merlin-style cartoonishly evil wizard. So i guess maybe like goth grunge academia something something pinterest buzzword Oh and I have major rbf, and it makes ppl scared of me

I'm an introverted person and I tend to be very logical but. I think different from a lot of ppl apparently. I've been described, to paraphrase, as "sort of ominous and mysterious but actually funny", "uncanny and unsettling in a good way", and "awkward and weird but its endearing" which just sound like insults. I like to live in my head and make silly stories and things to play with. Like every tumblr user I've got fucked up mental health and bad parents so I am kind of like one of those freaky ass chihuahuas that is always scared and shakes and bites people and has digestive issues. I tend to be hard to read or sort of deadpan so I like fucking w people since they can't tell if I'm joking bc i love mischeif and japes. I want to be a silly not-quite-supervillain like Dr doofinshmirtz or like a trickster archetype sort yk

I was a pretty intense synchronized swimmer for like 9 years I competed at like opens and nationals and all that when I was in school but my university doesn't have :( I'm on the rowing team now but I would rather do synchro esp since being my main thing was being flexible and it has no advantages in rowing lmaooo I've been a huge vocaloid fan since elementary school so I've been around in that community for a while (I am so well-adjusted). I like to make vocal synth covers and draw, especially when I'm able to work with producers to provide art for their vids it's so cool hehehehhe I mostly listen to vocaloid music but I like a lot of metal stuff as well that's how I found out abt gonst. I also like 2 play video gamez, I'm so fucking bad at them but I think it's rly funny so I just spend hours giggling and watching myself get mauled over and over.

I love horror a lot but I'm less a slasher girlie and more of a supernatural psychological tormet girlie esp if its got mythology or religions shit involved. Im majoring in history bc all good history ppl like silly metal and I wrote this instead of my abstract that's due in like an hour bc I have no idea what to do for the topic 🥲🥲

- the fuckin wizard

This post is part of the 1000 followers match up event. Entries for the event are now closed.

Your match is... Zephyr

They like listening to you talk about your major and interests. He's a very good listener.

While they might not be the best swimmer, they enjoy the activity and if you want to show off, they'll absolutely let you and be super proud.

He doesn't mind how unique your style is. He probably wouldn't really try to match clothes with you, but they'd try their best to buy you stuff you'd enjoy.

Since he doesn't really walk much, they picked up drawing and started doing it with you. They're surprisingly good at it for someone who just randomly said "I'm bored, maybe I should start drawing".

Also, horror movie date nights! They're also much more of a psychological horror person, but his favorite is of course the paranormal (he finds it hilarious) so you two take turns picking the movies.

Video game dates included, too. He's got a PS3 and the first three Uncharted games, as well as some others. Their favorite is Uncharted 3.

He'll insist you wear your glasses. He knows the consequences of ignoring his health. It's not fun.

Written by Nosferatu with the help of the wonderful and of @ask-zephyr-ghoul (ilysm pookie).

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keru0 · 7 months

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Profile Tag Game!!

Hello - Hey! You can call me Kei or Keru. I was tagged by @lovelynim and since I really haven't said a lot about myself on here, this seems like the perfect opportunity to, no?

Chat: Tickling - Hm? What's with my obsession with tickling, you ask? Well, there's a few ways I could answer this... Well, let's just say I see it as just another form of physical affection. Just like other forms, I think it can be both intimate and non-intimate, romantic and platonic, just depends on my mood and who I'm with! But why I like it? Seeing those you love so carefree and laughing is something anyone would like, right?

Chat: Writing - I think one of my biggest flaws is that so much goes on in my brain but I have so little motivation. Putting my thoughts on paper just takes a lot out of me, y'know? But that's not to say I dislike it, I just have to take a little more time than most.

When It Rains - Ah, I love the rain so much...at least from inside. The sound of it hitting the window, the low rumble of thunder. It all just gets me in a cozy mood, but you won't see me outside.

When It Snows - It snowing?! By far the best weather in my opinion. Being bundled in clothes and blankets, the sun shining and glittering on the snow? It's so pretty! It's a shame the weather here tends to fluctuate too much for it to stay for longer than a week, though.

When the Sun Is Out - Ugh it's so bright and hot. Can't we go back inside with the air conditioning?

When the Wind is Blowing - Ah, such a nice break from the heat!

Good Morning - Ugh, just a few more minutes...

Good Afternoon - Wanna go grab lunch with me? I heard there's a new sushi place that just opened down the street! Oh? You're not a big fan of sushi? That's fine, you pick instead!

Good Evening - The sun is finally going down! Time to relax...

Good Night - Hm? Why am I still awake? Don't mind me, I just tend to feel more productive at night. Do you want me to be quieter? No need? Alright, go back to sleep. Rest easy.

About me: Music - I find that music tells you more about a person than anything else. Just one look at their playlists and recently played songs and I can tell how their feeling and what they like in a heartbeat! Plus, music just helps me relax, so why wouldn't I like it?

Something to Share: Shyness - I've been shy pretty much all my life. What does that technically mean? Well let's just say I have a really hard time starting conversations. But if others start the conversation then I feel much more comfortable, so feel free to talk to me anytime, I don't mind!

My Troubles - It just seems like there's so much I want to do but there's so little time... I guess I'll just have to try to make the most of it!

Favorite Food - Um...I can't say I really have a favorite, but I do like meat! It can go in pretty much any savory dish, and the variety of textures and tastes you can add to it just seem never-ending! And when you combine it with pasta? Mmm, delicious!

Least Favorite Food - Listen, I have my fair share of foods I don't like too much. Raw tomatoes, raw celery, vinegar... but I just cannot for the life of me figure out why people like pickles. They're crunchy and soft, somehow sweet and sour? Yeah, no thanks.

About @chibimochii - Mochi is probably the first friend I made in the community, and I couldn't be more happy about it! I had been around in tumblr for a few years before I made my blog, but he's the first person I interacted with. He's a really nice guy and his art is always just *muah* so cute! Defiantly visit his blog, you won't be disappointed!

About @ticklystuff - I haven't interacted with him a ton, but he's a pretty cool guy! I think we really bonded most over out shared obsession with fictional men, though.

About @undercovergamer - We have pretty regular discussions over out shared love of Itto, and who could blame us? The guy is really loveable! He sends a ton of fanfics to me, which I am so grateful for!

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I'm gonna go ahead and tag @chibimochii, @ticklystuff, @undercovergamer, and @italeean for this game! Of course, if anyone else wishes to join in, go ahead!

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smolwritingchick · 6 months

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 15- Going to SOPA

Chapter Summary: After auditioning successfully for SOPA, Jennie attends school for the first time in South Korea as she goes with Jungkook to the opening ceremony

Words: 2,000+

Genre: JenKook fluff! I dare say this is the start of him growing feelings :)

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Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Jennie took a deep breath and smoothed down her school uniform. Today was the day. She was going to High School in South Korea with Jungkook. She enjoyed going to school. She missed going to school when she was back in America, performing with her old group.

She was nervous, yet excited for the day.

How different was the school system here?

The audition back in February she had was even more intimidating than her Big Hit audition and she was grateful she was able to pass with her vocals.

Now the day was here for the entrance day.

Hearing her phone ring, she answered it to reveal her two older sisters, Alani and Vienna in a Facetime call. They looked like they were back in their dorm at college.

"AW~" They coo.

"Look at her~" Alani squealed.

"So adorable." Vienna smiled.

"Oh shut up..." Jennie grumbled, rolling her eyes at their banter.

"Nice school uniform~" Vienna teased.

"We're in college while you're starting high school in South Korea. This is too cute. Don't focus on any boys! That's my only rule. I mean it, JW." Alani said in a serious tone, narrowing her eyes.

Shoving her sister away, Vienna took the phone. "Don't listen to her. DO focus on boys."

"Whatever you do, don't be like Vienna. We came from a party and she was grinding up on this one guy. I'm the better role model."

"It's not like I slept with him, I was just dancing! Grinding is dancing!" Vienna disagreed. Jennie agreed with her statement.

"Yeah, you're overreacting with that Alani," Jen replied

"See! Best older sister is me," Vienna cheered

"Oh, be quiet!" Alani started bickering with her.

"Would you two quit it!" Jennie lets out a short laugh.

"Girl, you're 16. Tell me all the details when you start finding some cute guys." Vienna requested.

"Ah, I bet they'll start coming after her. Have you seen her butt? It's getting bigger." Alani added with a laugh.

"Stop~" Jen groans. "It's not big..."

"Sure it's not Serena Williams big but you have something back there." Vienna declared

Jen shrugged. "I don't think I would be anyone's ideal type around here, though. I don't fit their beauty standards here. At least I don't think so. But it's all good. If I catch someone's eye, cool. If not it's fine,"

"I hope you know that you are beautiful."

"I do, I do. Even the guys always tell me."

"Well, they're not lying."

"We just wanted to call you because we hope you have a great day! Our baby JW is growing up so fast. Some advice for the first day, remember that communication is key. Do icebreakers. Approach people and introduce yourself. The rest should go well after that." Alani advised. "Even with the K-Pop idols. They're normal people, just like us but they're just really well known for what they do. Should be no problem to say hi as you grow in the industry,"

Jennie nodded at her advice. "I'll keep that in mind. There are a lot of idols I want to meet. I'll see what I can do. So how's college for you?"

"Acting is fun. Been preparing for the spring play. It's going to be lit! I'll send pictures. And guess who's the lead?" Vienna beamed.

"You?" Jennie replied like it was an obvious answer but out of nowhere Vienna started sniffing and faked a sob.

"NO. But I will try harder next play."

"I know you can do it."

"My communications class is going great. I have to prepare to make a persuasive speech. I should get a good grade on it." Alani informed with a bright smile.

Vienna shook her head. "I still don't know how she convinced mom to get her belly pierced when she was just 16."

Smirking, Alani cleared her throat and flipped her hair. "I got skills."

"Yooo my English professor is a bitch, though!" Vienna started getting riled up, clapping her hands.

"I swear, I was about to lash out at her for yellin' at me. I really hate when people yell at me, like get out face!"

"She also almost got into a fight at the party. THANKFULLY I dragged her away."

"Because some bitch was trying to say that her hair was better but she didn't even have any edges. So obviously, I had to set her straight. She was so close to catching these hands...the Lord was testing me!"

"You can always ignore the person?" Jen slowly said, trying to calm her down.

"NO! You got me fucked up! I'm not going to just let someone just say that to me! And you bet not let anyone walk over you either, JW!"

Alani sighed. "As you can see, Jennie, you are the most civilized sister, here."

"For now. Once she ever gets mad, she'll understand. But she has dad's cool, calm, collected genes while we got mom's anger genes." Vienna pointed out.

"So why did your English professor yell at you, Vienna?" Jen asked

"I was Facetiming." She answered like it was nothing wrong.

Jennie deadpanned. "Well obviously! And that's so rude! Dude!"

"What?" She laughed.

"Jennie~ are you almost done? Breakfast is ready!" Jin called out from her door.

Looking up at her door, she replied in Korean, "Coming!" and turned back to her phone.

"I still can't get over how quickly you can shift from Korean to English. I'm really happy things worked out for you in K-Pop. Keep making us proud. You're going to do big things with BTS. We love you." Alani smiled.

Jennie blew them a kiss, replying in English, "I love you, guys, too!"

"Remember! BOYS~!" Vienna started laughing when Alani shoved her to the side.

"Vienna shut the hell up! Don't listen to this bitch. Focus on school!" Alani encouraged.

"Who are you callin' a bitch?"

Laughing, Jen said her goodbyes and hung up. Grabbing her packed school bag with her books and pencils, she walked out of her room and headed to the dining room.

Hobi was the first to see her and gasped. "AHH! My Munchkin~" He squealed and rushed up to her. "You look so adorable!"

Looking up from eating, Jungkook glanced over at Hobi. He spotted Jennie smiling nervously at Hobi's excitement as a smile crept up on his face. "Morning, Jennie!"

Turning her head, she grinned at him and sat next to him. "Morning, buddy. I guess today is the day. School...SOPA...all righty..." She started eating fast.

Jungkook let out a low chuckle. "You sound and look nervous."

"Nervous? Who's nervous? I'm not nervous at all!"

"Slow down. It won't be that bad. Don't worry."

After eating, they start filming for a Bangtan Bomb. "Hello, it's the day I get to wear my uniform. Jennie and I, are going to school for our entrance ceremony! My mom and dad will be coming, too." Jungkook smiled at the camera.

"My mom and dad are in America right now but they sent in all the papers that we needed. They told me they were with me in spirit." She chuckled. "I Skyped them yesterday. They told me to take lots of videos and pictures." She sighed. "This is normal."

"Jennie is so nervous." Jungkook teased her.

"Quiet! It's a new experience, I just hope things go well."

"Come on guys, hurry up! I want to go there soon!"

"He's so eager."

After they were dropped off at the school, Jennie put on her bookbag and made her way to the building.

"Oh dear...oh dear..." She murmured.

"For crying out loud. Jennie if you don't relax." Yoongi patted her shoulder.

As they tried to find where the entrance ceremony was, Jin commented about how it had been so long since he'd been to school.

'Hyungs who are even more excited from being in a school after a long time'

"I think I'm in a school again after three years?" Hobi said as they made their way upstairs.

When she met with her form teacher, she was grateful for how patient and calm she was with her. Her schedule consisted of having Algebra first, then Biology, Korean class, history, lunch, and English. She just had to pick two more classes.

"Music seems to be your best choice." The form teacher advised with a sweet smile.

"I'll take a singing class." She watched as the form teacher wrote it down. "Um, do you happen to have a guitar class?"

"Yes, we do."

Her eyes lit up and she sighed out of relief. "Awesome! I would love to take that as well!"

After both Jen and Jungkook were done speaking with their form teachers, they headed to the assembly hall. From the top, Jin pointed out where they were standing.

"It's really cute seeing them standing there." Namjoon grinned

"Jungkookie and our Jennie~" Hobi cooed.

"I want to attend school," Yoongi spoke up.

"Me too! All of a sudden." Hobi reminisced

Looking up, Jennie saw Namjoon and the guys waving at her, so she nudged Jungkook and pointed them out.

"I don't know why but it's really fascinating." Jin grinned

"Jungkook is so handsome...seriously. And our beautiful Jennie...she's so precious." Hobi grinned

"For real!" Namjoon agreed. "I'm proud of them."

While Yoongi took pictures, Jennie decided to use her sister's advice and do some icebreakers to make a friend or two. Looking around, she managed to find a girl standing nearby and made her way to her.

The girl had long straight black hair and looked timid as she was looking down.

"Hi!" She greeted kindly.

Looking up, the girl was startled that she was talking to her. "H-hello."

"My name is Jennifer. What's yours?"

"H-Hayoon."

"Hayoon." She said her name the right way. "Well, it's very nice to meet you. Are you nervous to be here?"

"Yes, I really am."

"Same. It's my first time going to school in South Korea. What classes do you have? Maybe we have some together." She compared classes with her.

"Jennie is making friends while Kookie is just standing there. He's just standing there, not speaking a word!" Jimin laughed with the rest of the hyungs.

"Go talk to others!" Namjoon said when Jungkook looked up at them.

"Go talk to your friends!" Tae laughed.

Back to Jennie, she found a few classes that she shared with Hayoon. "Oh cool! Looks like we Biology, lunch and singing!" Jennie beamed.

"R-really? That's great!"

"Are you a trainee?"

"Yes, I'm a trainee for Source Music."

"Wow, that's amazing. I'm from Big Hit Entertainment. Let's exchange numbers!"

After they finish, they head out to eat as Jungkook and Jennie agree to split the bill to pay for the whole meal.

'Stress relieved since its all over and they're going to eat'

"We're here to eat Jja-jang noodles. Jennie and I are going to treat everyone." Jungkook said.

"Yep! It's the least we can do." she smiled.

"Ahhh I'm so proud of you, Munchkin~" Hobi hugged her tightly

"I can't breathe~" She groaned before he started giving her big kisses on the cheek. "Cut it out, jeesh!" She laughed

Once inside, seated, and orders taken, they take a group photo. Jen sat next to Jungkook, while they all threw up peace signs.

"Food~" She happily dug in.

"So what do you think of the school so far Jennie?" Namjoon asked.

"Um...I just hope I don't get lost." She laughed nervously over the guys' laughter from her statement.

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The next day was the first day of school as both Jungkook and Jennie were dropped off and walking together with the manager. Already were the paparazzi taking photos of all the upcoming idols walking to attend the school. Smiling, she waved at the cameras.

"I'll walk you to your first class." Jungkook volunteered as they walked through the crowd.

Jen grabbed onto his arm to not get lost. "You don't mind walking me? Thanks, I appreciate it."

Once they went inside, she widened her eyes. "Is it even bigger than yesterday? How am I going to survive this?"

Jungkook let out a laugh and grabbed her hand. "You'll get the hang of it. Come on." He guided her and walked to her first class. As soon as they arrived, she thanked him. "I'll wait for you outside when school is over."

"All right, I'll text you. I hope this goes smooth sailing. Good luck in your classes." She was about to leave but he continued to hold her hand, stopping her from going to class.

Turning back to face him, she watched as he looked down shyly. "You really don't want me to leave, huh?" She let out a small chuckle. "You're still shy? Jungkook, you're so nice and polite. Anyone would love to be your friend. My mom and sisters always told me to do icebreakers. Maybe if you feel comfortable and ready, you can do the same here at school,"

"You're so outgoing, though." He murmured.

"Ha! That's a lie. I'm very nervous but I'm trying to keep it in. My stomach is in knots. I'm not used to this school system like everyone else is. So, I'm gonna have a harder time. I'm not happy about that." She frowned.

Looking up at her frowning, he let go of her hand and pinched her cheeks.

"Hey!" She laughed and pushed his hands away.

"There it is. Keep that smile. Good luck with everything. I'm sure you'll be fine. I know I will too." He grinned.

"Thanks. I'll see you later." She headed on to class.

Her classes went smooth sailing. An introduction to the classes. When it was time for her Korean class, she walked in to see Jungkook sitting at a desk and stiffed a laugh. Sitting next to him, she cleared her throat.

Looking up, Jungkook cocked his head to the side and widened his eyes.

"J-Jennie! What are you doing, here?!"

"What are YOU doing here?" She teased.

"Ha! We have class together?"

"Looks that way! I guess we forgot to compare schedules yesterday."

Korean class may be the most distracting, she could tell she may be goofing off with Jungkook in the class. But she also knew he would be able to help her out with her Korean and she could help him with his English work.

While the class was in session, they paid attention to the teacher going over what they were going to do in the class.

Watching her pencil roll to the edge of the desk, Jen went to stop it from falling but ended up touching Jungkook's hand, having the same intention. When their hands touched, he felt something cold on her finger and grabbed her hand to look at it.

"You..." He examined her hand to spot the black ring, he had given her, on her right index finger. "You're...you're wearing it." He whispered happily to himself.

"Huh?" Looking at what he was staring at, the realization hit her. "Oh, the ring! Yeah, of course. I wear it every day, actually...ever since you told me you cherished me and our friendship, it got me thinking. I couldn't help but wear it every day. I guess...it's because I'm truly lucky to have a friend like you in my life." She blurted out. Widening her eyes, she covered her mouth.

Her words warmed his heart as he slowly revealed his bunny smile. She didn't know how moved he was just from her saying that to him.

"Sorry, sorry, too much? I can take it off if you want." She took her hand back and was about to take it off but his warm hands stopped her.

"No. Don't." He said softly, pushing the ring back on her finger. "It-it makes me...very happy to see you wearing it. I wear my ring every day, too. Let's continue wearing our rings every day." He showed her his ring on his right index finger.

Smiling, she turned her attention back to the teacher. Meanwhile, Jungkook couldn't help but continue smiling. Little did she know, wearing that ring made his day much better.

#bts 8th member #bts #jungkook #jungkook x oc #jungkook fluff #bts fanfic #the bangtan gal #bts fluff #bangtan boys #bts added member #bts additional member #bts female member

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turcott3 · 8 months

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Picking up the pieces ~ Alex Turcotte

alex turcotte x fem!reader

warnings: nothing major: cursing, heartbreak, angst->fluff, mentions of sex

idk why there’s a community label

“i didn’t know what to tell you.” trevor said trying not to raise his voice at you. you’d found out that he was talking to some influencer named dixie while also talking to you.

“trevor you knew this would upset me if i had found out you should’ve just told me so i could let you go.” you yell, tears threatening to spill. your feelings for trevor had grown tremendously, more than you ever admitted to him.

“y/n, i like you, i still do but i like talking to her too.”

“no trev, this is over. whatever we had it’s fucking over. i’m not just an option.” i say letting the tears finally escape as i grab my bag and keys and bolt out his door, running into a body on my way out.

“oh im sorry i did- oh my gosh y/n?” you hear a familiar voice speak up. it was alex.

“oh uh, hey alex.” you say quickly wiping my tears away. you and alex had become friends since you started talking to trevor but were never really super close. maybe that could change.

“woah, are you ok?” he asks grabbing onto your arm before you could walk away.

“i ended things with trevor, he’s talking to some chick named dixie.” you say and feel his demeanor change.

“that fuckhead i told him to tell you and he refused. look, im so sorry y/n, please text me if you need anything at all. you deserve so much better. i’m heading to his apartment right now, i won’t tell him i saw you.” he says kindly before releasing your arm.

“thank you alex, i definitely will let you know. that’s really kind of you” you say with a small smile threatening to spread on your face. you had never noticed the warmth in his eyes. he smiles at you and bids you good bye as he disappears around the corner to trevor’s door.

later that night, back in your apartment, you remember what alex had told you. at this point it had been a few hours and you hoped alex wasn’t there anymore so you could talk.

y/n: hey, are you still at trevor’s?

a: yeah i am what’s up?

y/n: i was just needing to talk abt everything, no worries

a: no i’m all ears, send me your address

you did as you were told and sent him your address, not being so sure about how he was planning on explaining to trevor why he was leaving. about 10-15 minutes later your phone buzzes on the couch and you pick up.

“hey im here, can you come let me in?” he asks through the phone.

“yeah of course.” you say as you hang up the phone and head down stairs to the door, seeing a lone alex, looking down at his phone. you open the door and he looks up and smiles.

god those dimples.

“hey.” he smirks, grabbing the door from your hand holding it open for you as you lead him back to your home.

“so what do you need to get off your chest?” he asks making himself comfortable on your couch.

“what do i not have to get off my chest at this point? you’re one of the few people that knew my feelings for trevor and my heart literally just got shattered over some stupid bitch who can’t sing. obviously she has something i don’t, clearly she’s better than me in, well i guess every way.” you express, rushing through your words and choking on the last ones holding back your cries.

“woah hey, calm down. slow down.” alex says standing up walking towards you as you paced the living room. he places his hands on your biceps and you take a deep breath together.

“i just want to know why i’m not good enough for him.” you frown as a tear exits your eye. alex frowns and releases your arms.

“you are good enough for him, he’s just stupid. he’s so stupid to pick someone like her over someone like you. in fact i’d say you’re too good for him.” alex says wiping the tear from your cheek. instinctively, you latch yourself onto him, holding him tight while hard sobs wrack your body. hesitantly, he wraps his arms around you, shushing your harsh cries into his chest. he caresses his thumb on the back of your head until your sobs ran quiet and he pulls away.

“i’m sorry that was a lot to put on you.” you say stepping away from him.

“no it wasn’t at all don’t worry.” he smiles, fixing the neck of your shirt. you had never spent this much alone time with alex, yet you didn’t know why you hadn’t. he made your heart warm. made you feel like you mattered. a feeling you’d unknowingly craved over the last few months.

“will you stay here with me?” you ask, nervously grabbing onto the hands that hung by his sides.

“yeah of course.” he replies, tightening his grip on your hands. you let go of one and walk hand in hand back over to your couch where you both sat. he tucked you under his arm delicately as you got on your phone, avoiding instagram like the plague. you had a handful of texts from trevor trying to convince me to stay, which you ignored, and a few texts from jamie about the show you were watching together. your eyes grew heavy as alex watched whatever he put on the tv, dozing off leaning your head on his shoulder.

you wake up the next morning in your bed and confused. you didn’t remember walking in here and you don’t remember alex leaving. you look over and see your phone charging on your night stand.

a: you fell asleep so i brought you to bed and plugged your phone in

y/n: omg i’m so sorry, thank you for doing that you didn’t have to

you replied and unplugged your phone, placing it under your pillow and shutting your eyes waiting for a reply. you didn’t want today to happen. it’s your first day without trevor in about 3 months. the thought of not being around him broke your heart all over again.

a: will i didn’t want you to wake up with a sore neck and a dead phone. i crashed on the couch last night i hope that’s ok

your phone buzzed. you walk out into the living room and see alex laying there on his phone.

“morning.” you speak quietly. he puts his phone down on his chest and looks at you.

“good morning y/n.” he smiles. waking up to your ex-situationship’s best friend is something you never thought would bring you joy but it did. alex made you smile. you walk around the edge of the couch to join him. before you sat down next to his head, he grabs on to your hand and pulls you over to him, signaling for you to lay on his chest. hesitantly, you accept and lay down gently on his chest.

“how are you feeling this morning?” he asks brushing the hair out of your face.

“not great honestly, it’s really fresh still.” you say holding back your tears yet again.

“that’s ok, i’m here for you. you deserve to have someone y/n.” he replies.

“it just makes me sad, i don’t know what i was doing wrong.”

“you weren’t doing anything wrong, you were doing everything right in my opinion. you put your entire heart into that relationship and i saw it. you deserve someone who’s gonna take care of you.” alex explains on. you listen carefully maybe thinking he’s implying that he likes you and wants to care for you which only makes you want to cry more. maybe you messed this up more than trevor did?

“how come it wasn’t you?” you attempt to giggle while wiping your tears and burying your face in his chest.

“what do you mean?” he asks.

“how come it wasn’t you that i was talking to? you’re so caring and sweet, he is not really like that.” you say daringly.

“i’ve always had some kind of feelings for you y/n and sometimes i did wish it was me instead of him. i would’ve done so many things differently to benefit you and your confidence. you’re so beautiful and kind, i just wish you could see you the way i do.” he replies covering his face with his hands. you grab onto his wrists and uncover it to reveal a red faced alex.

“awe alex, don’t be embarrassed. in all honesty i do think you’re very attractive and very sweet.” you giggle still holding onto his wrists.

“well thank you.” he laughs nervously. you pull yourself up a bit and nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck and he places his hands on your lower back.

“i want to make you feel wanted y/n.” he speaks up after a few moments of silence.

“i’d like that.” you reply leaning up to look at him. he lifts his head to kiss you on the cheek before you get settled back into your previous state. why was this what you were missing all along?

many days later, you had seen alex at least once every day if he didn’t stay over.

“ok so for the benefit of all of us, can you please talk it out with trevor? i’ll be there, so will jamie. i won’t let him disrespect you not even for a second if he tries.” alex begs you for the final time. it was true, it did make it awkward for the group since you guys weren’t talking.

“alright fine, let’s go.” you say standing up, accepting alex’s hand. the only reason you’d agreed to do it is because you wanted to fix the friend group and make alex happy. you arrive at trevor’s apartment knocking lightly on the door. alex standing right behind you with his thumb rubbing circles on the small of your back. after a moment, the door opens and trevor’s face shifts into shock.

“oh hey, y/n, alex come in please.” he opens the door wider for you both to come in and sit.

“ok first off, keep it civil.” jamie says standing in front of the tv.

“yes and respectful.” alex adds.

“ok i’ll go first,” you say shifting to face him, ”why on earth would you not tell me you were talking to her. if you had told me before that you were interested in her i wouldn’t have gotten so upset. my feelings for you were so real trevor. i was just scared to admit it so soon and now of course they aren’t but like come on, you could’ve saved me so much hurt and saved the group from a mess.” you express to him, seeing him soak it all up.

“i understand. im sorry i did this to you, it was incredibly unfair and selfish of me and for that i am so sorry. i didn’t want to hurt you. i don’t really have anything to say because why would i? i hurt you and that’s not cool i can’t make excuses. is there still any chance we can be friends again?” he asks nervously.

“yes of course trevor but please always be honest with people.” you say scooting over to hug him. his touch felt different. your body didn’t warm up like it used to. like how your body was filled with fireworks every time you had sex or how your stomach filled with butterflies when he cuddled you to his chest at night. it felt so intimate but all those feelings you had for him had disappeared within a matter of days.

“see that was great, proud of yall.” jamie says before flopping down on the couch.

“it was.” alex replies tucking you under his arm.

“i hope he treats you better than i ever did. you deserve to be happy.” trevor leans over and whispers in my ear, clearly referring to alex’s arm around me. you look him in the eyes and can tell he’s being genuine and all you do is smile lightly in reply.

the last few weeks had been good especially with alex. he’s been so sweet to you. making you breakfast, bringing you flowers, the whole nine yards. you hadn’t really attached a label to your relationship yet but you knew your feelings for each other were strong. you could tell by the warmth you felt in your heart every time you were around him.

“hey love.” you say opening the door to alex standing there with bags of food from in-n-out.

“hi baby, i got us food for movie night.” he says kissing you on the temple before setting the bags on the counter. you begin to pull items out and place them on a large plate to bring to the couch. you get cuddled up quickly by his side as you scratch his scalp lightly. this was something he loved doing with you. movie nights and cuddling that occasionally leads to the best sex of your life. who knew he was such a softie?

“hey y/n?” you hear him speak up.

“yes alex?” you reply looking up at him. he presses a sweet kiss to your lips which you gladly accept, falling for him even more just in that moment.

“could i have the honor of being your boyfriend?” he asks dramatically, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

“absolutely.” you reply kissing him again this time more passionately. alex had been there for you everyday getting over his best friend and it blossomed into undeniable love. you were in love with alex, and he was in love with you. nothing could ever change that now.

(live love brain vomit, i hope yall liked it, thank you jay for the support✊🏼✊🏼 im having a terrible week so enjoy)

#alex turcotte #turcs’ talk #turcs <3 #fluff

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blackrabbittwst · 2 years

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Don’t Bite the Hand that Feeds You

A/N: So I was talking to a friend about this Facebook post I saw on a Twst FB group:

So I’m actually vegetarian myself and I thought of some funny headcanons for a Leona x vegetarian reader relationship.

Most of them have some dumb side comments from my point of view, as someone who is a vegetarian, but I hope you like my silly crack pairing hcs (and it does get fluffy at the end).

Characters: Leona Kingscholar

Pairings: Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Gender/Pronouns: Gender Neutral

When you both first meet and he calls you “herbivore”, you just stare at him. You don’t know if you should comment that you really are a vegetarian or just let it slide. He might feel a little guilty later about it, but probably not too bothered if you never correct him about it.

The moment you tell him you’re actually vegetarian, he’d give a narrowed eye look to see if you were kidding. The moment he realizes you are indeed not joking, he’d probably ask why you would deny yourself meat when it is literally the best thing in the world and it’s weird. Also he’d be a little disgusted by the food you eat since he hates his veggies so much (maybe you could influence him to eat them a little more with the help of Ruggie kekeke)

If you did tell him it was for either ethical reasons or even religious reasons, he wouldn’t really comment and just shrug. None of it was any of his business anyways so it’s not a big deal. But he wouldn’t be the type to judge either.

Imagine trying to feed him, holding up a fork with some cooked green beans. He would be giving the biggest disgusted face and looking at you as if you were crazy. He’d probably smack the utensil out of his face, much to your sadness. Maybe if you give him big enough puppy eyes, he’ll have ONE bite. ONLY ONE.

While you both chill out on in the court yard, Leona would casually ask, “Hey, are you hungry?” If you reply, “Yeah, I guess I could go for a snack”, he’d give you a smug smile and say “Well there’s some grass right there, herbivore.” Then you will proceed to playfully smack him while he laughs loudly.

He’d comment one day that he made you food for lunch, much to your happiness and suspicion. Leona… making food?? Doing something domestic???? Are you sure it wasn’t Ruggie? You would open the lunch box to see it filled with tree leaves and you would hear him doubling over laughing on the ground. (Throw the box at him, I won’t judge)

He’d constantly be doing small harmless pranks here and there. Like for Valentines Day, giving you flowers and if you mention there are no chocolate he comments that you are supposed to eat the flowers too (go ahead and kick his shin, he deserves it. Chocolate doesn’t even have meat and if you’re not vegan it shouldn’t matter, so rude lol)

He might make those dumb jokes like “Ah, since you’re not eating the cow, I guess I can eat your portion for you, heh” and you’d give him a deadpan look and he’d realize it probably wasn’t that funny.

He’d even offer you a hamburger once or twice just to be snide and then be like “Oh, I guess the herbivore can’t eat this~” (just slap it to the floor and watch him cry at the wasted food)

If you were enjoying watching an animal like a deer roam around, he might say “Oh, those taste pretty good, ya know? They aren’t too gamey” and you would just stare at him with a horrified face. Like… I’m enjoying myself watching this cute creature and you have the audacity to comment to me that this thing taste good?!

Granted if you tell him some jokes are not funny, he’d feel guilty and stop. (Personally me I’ve heard enough of them that sometimes they bother me since they’re a tad insensitive. Like… don’t hate on my diet because I decided to follow something I’m passionate about. But some people just don’t know that, so communication is the key)

He wouldn’t make you change your diet but he also isn’t going to change his diet for you either. So as long as you’re okay with that, you both should be all snazzy.

He might even give you an endearing nickname like bunny or another plant eating animal you might like. (Call him kitten back in a private setting 😂 he’d get upset but I mean it is his s/o so maybe he’ll give you a pass and think it’s cute)

Despite all his teasing, he’d respect your choices and decisions and even try things for you here and there. He’d also consider going places with you having the meal plan already accounted for your diet. So like if you both go to a movie and then eat dinner, he’d make sure if he was making the plans to go to a place with vegetarian options. He likes the determination and passion you have that then shapes how you live your life. It’s something he would feel a tinge of envy even and maybe even get some motivation to try things.

He also wouldn’t allow anyone else to make fun of you for your diet either. The moment a dumb freshie points it out and tries to make a shifty joke, their blood would run cold seeing Leona’s glare.

Let’s be glad his vice housewarden is Ruggie too. He can whip any kind of dish up for you and actually have it taste good when visiting Savanaclaw. (Some people don’t understand that we don’t just eat salads 🙃 i don’t even like salads that much….) I mean he even tries to get Leona to eat his vegetables on a daily basis by cutting them up so small that he can’t see them (he’s probably be thankful if you could get him to eat more veggies too).

Endnote: I might make another post of this one day but I had to get this out of my brain rot head

#disney twst #twst wonderland #blackrabbittwst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #twst leona #twisted wonderland leona

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Omg are drabble request still open? Can I request "would you still love me if I was a worm" but for Flux couple? cause I feel like with them it might not be Sasha asking that lol thanks to that annon for the idea hehe

This drabble hit just right as soon as you sent it in so I had to write it immediately, thank you!

Story: Flux Characters: Jungkook & Sasha Length: 1286 CW: uh... reference to worm-fucking and necrophilia 😂... otherwise it's fluff

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“Sasha. Sasha, jagiya,” Jungkook called to her from far away outside of the story she’d lost herself in. They sat next to each other in bed, her nose deep into a book about murders and romance and mystery in historic Italy, his eyes glued to his phone as he got a bedtime dose of internet memes. She found the difference funny but overall not distracting because her focus was strong enough to endure the noises issuing from his phone amid his giggles or muttering. Usually.

“Wae wae?” she chanted back as he continued to pat her arm at an annoying pace.

“Sashaya, do you love me forever as a worm?”

“Huh?”

The last word he’s said wasn’t clicking for her. He said it again as Sasha tried to puzzle out wum wum wum…

“You know,” he insisted, seeming a little frustrated. He held out his index finger and wiggled it across the palm of his other hand.

“Worm!”

“Worrrrrm,” he repeated, voice lowering as he emphasized the ‘r’ for some reason, chin dropped. He grinned, “Yes. Do you love me even if I am a worm?”

“Um…”

He sat lower on the bed than she did, more sprawled out; he looked up at her from his place by her stomach, eyes wide and sparkling with amusement.

“Do I still love you if you’re a worm?”

“Yes?”

“Well… I mean—do you mean like you have your mind but you’re just in the body of a worm? Is it permanent?”

“Huh?”

“Are you a worm forever or will you change back?”

“Uh…” He glanced at his phone. “Forever.” His eyes narrowed into playful seriousness. A challenge dramatically issued.

“Oh. And we don’t really have a way to communicate. I can talk to you but you can’t really talk back to me.”

He pouted as he debated, then corrected, “No no I use the computer.”

“You type on a keyboard to communicate? Ok, well that’s something I guess…” She snickered at the way he demonstrated a worm sliding across his hand, poking letter keys. “Very slow though.”

“We are slow now.”

“True, but even slower�� but I guess you’d have to listen to everything I say, that’s kind of nice.”

“Eh… no ears,” he considered, looking thoughtful about it. Mouth pressing into a tight line as he tried not to laugh.

“Did you get turned into a worm or have you always been a worm?”

His mouth twisted in thought before he decided, “I change.”

“OK well then that’s easy, I’d find a way to change you back.”

“No no, it’s forever now. Permanent.” The way he said it endeared her, as always. She felt bad for girls with boyfriends who didn’t speak multiple languages and didn’t get to hear the charming way their accent carried over. She wondered if she could possibly sound as cute to him when she spoke Korean. She was obsessed with the intonation of his voice, and the way his lips moved when he spoke, and his expressions –none of which he would have as a worm.

“I’d find a way,” she insisted. “Have faith in me.”

“No faith. Just worm. Forever.”

She gave a little grunt of annoyance at his insistence in this scenario and decided, “Well then fine, I would make you a nice little house in a garden somewhere and be really sad about you dying.”

“No. I am not dead. I am a worm.”

“Yeah, exactly, so…”

“Sasha,” he said, eyes widening as he sat up. “You don’t love me anymore?!”

“You’re a worm!”

“Yes! It’s me!”

“What am I going to do with a worm?!”

“I love you, Sasha worm!”

“Liar. You can’t fuck a worm!”

“Eh, Jeonguggie-worm can fuck—”

“Do NOT say what you’re going to say!” she cackled and shoved him and then hit his shoulder a few times for good measure as he full-body giggled, so pleased with himself. “It’s not practical. A relationship can’t be equal if one of you is a worm!”

“Yes, in our heart.”

“No! I’d make sure you’re happy in your life as a worm and then bye bye, I’m meeting someone new.”

“Sasha! It’s not romantic!” he complained and grabbed her arms. “I love you forever!”

“Liar.”

“I make um, <the necklace with a bag> and I carry you there everywhere. I show you the world.”

“Uh huh, and you’d kiss me?”

“Yes, little worm head.” He kissed his index finger.

“No, with tongue. Let me in there. You have to kiss me with tongue,” she insisted, trying to wrestle her finger between his lips so she could wiggle against his tongue. He tried to keep his mouth closed but he was struggling with his laughter and she managed to get her finger past his lips. He took the chance to just grab her full-body and roll on top of her as he bit her finger.

Pinning her down, he scolded, <”You are supposed to say yes, you will love me no matter what.”>

<”I love you no matter what. But I do not date with you if he is a worm. Sorry.”>

His cry of defeat had her in stitches as he stuck his hands under her shirt to tickle her sides, and then dragged her sideways so he could slap her ass several times.

“Mean Sasha!”

“Smart Sasha! Don’t ask a dumb question—”

“Yeah, dumb answer!”

“We couldn’t even do this! I’d crush you!”

“Yeah, I like it,” he grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. ”You crush me now? Sexy.”

“You’d be dead.”

<”Ah, it’s a nice way to go, crushed under your ass…”> She laughed and playfully planted said ass on his stomach to make him grunt, then grabbed her book to find her page again and resume reading.

He gave her exactly two minutes to get wrapped up again as he occasionally muttered and chuckled and clearly kept thinking about it before he started again,

“Sasha.”

“Hm?”

“You can love me even if my skin is green? I am alien?”

“Oh my goooooood let me read my booook.”

“Yes?”

“Fine! I hope you at least have some tentacles too.”

He sat straight up, knocking her down into his lap, as he demanded, “You like that?! Tentacles!?”

“Shhh, I’m reading my book.”

“Sasha. You like that?”

“How do you even know that word in English—”

“I know that word!”

“That isn’t the brag you think it is…” she giggled.

“You like it? Sasha?”

She covered his mouth and opened her book but it was a lost cause.

“Fine, my turn! Would you love me even if I… um…”

<”You can’t think of anything to say because you know I’d love you anyway.”>

<”No!”>

He sighed dramatically, <”It’s hard being such a romantic boyfriend with a girlfriend who is so….”>

<”So what, Jeon Jungkook?”>

He didn’t have an answer but she tried to smother him with a pillow anyway.

“You love me if I am zombie?” he asked her as he tried to wrestle the pillow off.

“Gross!”

<“Romance is dead!”>

“You are dead if you’re a zombie! Necrophilia!”

“What is it?”

“No, I’m not teaching you that word—ask me nice questions, ask me something sweet. Like… will you love me when I’m old and wrinkly?”

“Potato Sasha? Yes.”

“See? I will love Dumpling Koo. So everything is good. Romance lives. The end.”

She grabbed her book and playfully glared, breathing short after the wrestle. Jungkook pretended to let the conversation end.

But while she might be able to tune out his phone, she couldn’t tune out the sense that he was thinking of ways to troll her, and she did not even manage to understand a page before he started it up again,

“Sasha, you love me if….”

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