#ok im gonna shut up now so i can go watch the rest of the season ^w^

[tastesousweet]

⭒ blurb : stream hype

bf!hamzah x poc!reader

summary: based on this ask!!! just a lil blurb where yn gives hamzah and viewers a try on haul during a stream

mickey speaks: ok i did smthg different than the tiktoks for this one but i love writing these & im glad u love them too 😭💗 i need hamzah as my boyfriend like NOWWW

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hamzah’s streaming in the corner of your shared bedroom when you get home from a day out with your girlfriends

he can hear you make your way through the house before you peek your head into the room with a smile, “hi, i’m home!”

he’s immediately grinning at the sight of you, “heyyy, look who’s back” and motions you to come closer with his hand

he’s not shocked at alllll when you have handfuls of shopping bags with you when you open the door fully

you place them on your bed with a large sigh before coming closer to greet hamzah

he remains seated as you hug; his face tucked into your lower stomach and loving arms wrapped around your hips as you play with the bits of hair peeking from his beanie

he whispers “i missed you” hoping the stream doesn’t catch it since he’s further away from the mic

they totally hear that shit and the chat is flooded with remarks about how cute the two of you are

he pulls away and looks up at you as you talk, “missed you more...do you need me to grab you anything? i’ll probably go watch something and give you a haul whenever you’re done here.”

“no, im good. i won't be on for too much longer”

"m'kay," you nod your head and make sure to greet the viewers before you exit, bending down so you’re in frame and showing off your lovely smile and energy (that hamzah admires in the monitor) “hiiii and byeeee!” you wave and blow a kiss. hamzah’s smile never fades as he watches you.

as soon as you’re gone hamzah reads over the chat, which is full of people begging for you to come back, “seriously??? am i not enough for you guys?”

after a while he gives in and pulls out his phone to call you, showing the camera his screen with your name and photo on it, before putting it on speaker for them to hear

“hi, are you okay?” your smooth voice comes through the scratchy phone audio

“yes, but the people are not. they want you to hang out in here” he smiles and bites his lip in anticipation of your response

“are you lying?”

his face screws up, “why would i lie??”

“well why’d you call instead of yelling for me?? im just in the other room,” you giggle

“because this is fun-er.”

“okay, im coming”

“YOURE WHAT?!”

you hang up and hamzah laughs

★

you have a chair pulled up next to hamzah as you both sit and interact with the chat for a bit

you tell them multiple stories about your shopping trip and he suggests you give everyone a haul

you waste no time getting up to grab your bags from the bed and bring them over to his set up

as you go through and unfold various tops, bottoms, and dresses he adds plenty of commentary and “lemme see”s while holding them in front of his face

“this thing is not gonna cover your ass, are we serious???” he holds up a mini skirt with a laugh

and you grab it from him with a playful shake of your head, “i was gonna wear it for my other boyfriend anyway”

hamzah just stares at you with a smirk until you look back over to him, “what?!” you giggle.

“don’t play with me, girl” he smiles and leans back in his chair, “go ahead and show them the rest”

when you get to a particular dress you just about squeal, “h, you’re gonna looovvveee this one! i almost sent you a pic in the dressing room it’s so perfect.”

“show me, show me!” his eyes are wide now and his mouth spreads into a grin.

you reveal a soft, coconut white dress with leafy ruffles tied into roses (me when my describing skills shut down bc what does this even mean bruh)

“oh wow…” he looks from your glowy face to the dress held beside you and back. “can i see it on you?”

you nod your head, “yeah i took pics at the store,” you go to grab your phone.

he kisses his teeth, “now why would i wanna see some pics when i have you right here??”

you look up at him from your phone and begin to laugh under your breath. you look over to the monitor and your face gives away the joke you’re thinking of, “uh huh, okay. look someone said ‘the sassy man apocalypse has gone too far’” you point to the screen

hamzah looks for a second and then adds to the joke himself, “oh em gee, they’re saying ‘girl go put on that damn dress we wanna see already, with the rolling eye emoji!!!’” he covers his mouth as if he’s shocked, “are you really gonna take that bae??”

you try not to laugh at the pet name he uses, “hamzah whyd someone just say ‘take that fuck ass beanie off your head before you speak on a bad bitch, lil boy’?” you act just as shocked as him, “they’re some haters for real…”

hamzah deadpans and gives a side eye to the camera

★

“okay you can look now” you tell him and he slowly uncovers his eyes.

he immediately pretends to faint at the sight of you in the material that hugs you so perfectly

“oh fuck, my heart- it’s giving out, everything hurts. i can’t- breathe-!” he gives out a breathy monologue and you laugh at him before moving further away from the camera to give the viewers a better view

you turn around and ask them what they think all while hanzah fakes his death nearby

you eventually find a spot across his lap and tap his cheek telling him to be normal

“my bad my bad, i need to lock in.” he exaggerates a shake of his head

“you like it though?”

“of course i like it, look at you!!!!” he points at the both of you in the monitor

“good, i think ill wear it when we go to curaçao”

“that’ll be perfect- can you get up and do another twirl for me please? i missed it”

you pout but when he squeezes your thigh you get up and does as he asks

“guys isn’t she the prettiest??” he gushes

you blush in the form of a large smile and bend down away from him to grab another item to show off, to which he jokingly makes various sexual gestures and faces at your ass that is left pointed towards him

when you turn back around hamzah pretends to adjust a watch, which is actually just him hovering awkwardly over his wrist

[doves-wing]

JUST FINISHED EPISODE FOUR

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[i-literally-cant-with-this]

thinking about tattoo artist!draken giving me you a tattoo in between and under my your tits im so unwell i want him to suck on my titties so bad HNSKSGDJKHGK okaybye

Hi Mack! Thank you for entrusting me with this awesome ask! I hope you like it! Proofed as much as I could.

WC ::: 2230 (HEY! It was 8 pages and I got it down to 5. So, you're WELCOME!)

C/W ::: MDNI, TattooArtist!Draken x F.reader, unprotected P->V and some other funsies.

You sat in the booth waiting for the artist to come in and start working on you. You'd met him a few times before while going over the finalized print of your design but why hadn't you noticed how sexy he was? He was like some mythological creature.

He walked in backwards and slid the screen all the way to the edge so the small booth was completely shut off from the rest of the shop. "Ok, ready when you are." Draken said as he turned to start getting the ink ready.

"Oh! O-ok, yeah. So, like," you hesitated with your words not wanting to seem like you were too inexperienced. You have tattoos, just not on this part of your body.

"Take your shirt and bra off and lean back and enjoy the ride." He is so fucking cool, you thought.

"Right, enjoy ... enjoy the ride." You began lifting your shirt over your head, watching yourself in the full-length mirror the whole time. Kicking yourself for wearing such a shitty bra (but really what else were you going to do? Wear your best one only for it to get ruined with blood and ink? No. Absolutely not.)

You put your clothes on the extra stool in the corner and wrapped your arms over your chest waiting for his next instructions.

"It's ... heh ... you gonna enjoy the ride or do I have to tat you up while you're standing by the wall? Come on, I'm gentle, I promise.

"Yes! Right right right. Sorry. I'm just a little shy I guess."

I've tattooed much stranger things than tits, trust me. Now sit down."

You moved to sit on the tattoo chair and leaned back. The cool leather made you shiver. Draken placed a paper towel on your chest and told you to relax. He leaned over you to grab the ink and needles. He was so close you could smell him. He smelled like leather, cologne and cigarettes. It made you feel high, breathing him in like that.

He pressed the needle into your skin, making you wince in pain. He pulled away for a second to apply more ink and then went back to work.

After a while, he was about halfway done with the outline. "You doin' ok, y/n? Needa break or anything?" You had zoned out so much that he had to nudge your arm to get your full attention. "Hey! You good?" He laughed.

"Oh shit. Yeah, I guess I just kinda got into a trance. You're very ... rhythmic. It's oddly soothing." You blushed.

"Told you I was good." He beamed. "So you want me to keep going?"

You nodded and put your arms back to your sides where they'd been.

"For this next part, I need you to put your arms above your head. Can you hold them there for a while while I work on the underside of your chest?"

"How long are we talkin' here? 30 minutes? 45?" You couldn't read his face because you didn't know him well enough to. But the look he had was less than comforting.

"Ish? I don't know, honestly. But it's going to be a while. I have a lot of detail to do here. Look, don't ask. Ok? But I can - *aheh* - fuck. I can tie your arms up if this is going to be a problem?" He made a point to look away when he suggested that to you.

And good thing too because the expression that washed over your face would have embarrassed a porn director. You're so proud of yourself for not moaning at the offer.

"YES! Yes. My arms get tired easily. Tie me up, Draken." Your eyes fell to his crotch and the bulge that was presenting itself was nothing short of delicious. You don't know what came over you but you let them roam the length of his chest and met his gaze.

He walked over to a cabinet in the corner and grabbed a few ties. "Which one do you want?" he asked, holding up a few options. You pointed to a soft-looking black one and he tied your arms above the chair. "How's that? Not too tight?"

You shook your head. "No, it's good. Just tight enough." He walked back over to the counter to get the ink and needle ready again. And you know he adjusted his dick. You've seen enough men do that to know what that little dance looks like.

He pressed the needle back into your skin and started on the underside of your tits. He was close enough that you could hear his breath hitch every time he accidentally touched your nipple. And you were certain he was doing it on purpose.

You don't know if it was the drilling of the needle into one of the most sensitive expanses of your body, if it was Draken being so close to you that he could stick his tongue out and flick your nipple with the tip of it. His shallow, labored breathing. His big hands doing such delicate work. But you were getting so fucking wet. And you couldn't help but imagine him sticking his fingers into you. Fucking you with them.

"You're um, doing great. Almost done with this side, are you hot? Do you want some water or something? Want me to crack the window?" he said, breaking the silence.

You nodded, not sure how to respond. "No, I'm uh, I'm doing great, thanks."

He walked over to the window and opened it just a sliver. The air was still warm but it was better than before.

"Thank you." You sighed.

"You're welcome. It's fuckin' hotter than hell in here." He took off his jacket and tossed it over onto your clothes.

You couldn't help but stare at the way his arm muscles flexed as he moved. The tattoos on his right bicep were beautiful and you wanted to trace every inch of them with your tongue.

"SO!" He shouted, startling even himself, he pulled the gun away from you. "Shit. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say that so loud." His cheeks were burning. You wanted to reach out and smooth your fingers over his face. You wanted to sit on it. But that's just crazy, you thought. Draken continued, much quieter this time, "You got a boyfriend? Or ... or girlfriend. Sorry. I forget about that shit sometimes." He chuckled.

"Nope, no boyfriend. No girlfriend either." You said, looking down at his crotch again. You were so horny you could hardly stand it. "So, just me, my shitty bra, and my soon-to-be tatted tits."

He laughed and leaned over you to start on the other side. He was close enough that his breath was hot on your ear. You closed your eyes and let yourself just enjoy the feeling of his weight pressing against you. You were so close that you could have turned your head and kissed him.

But he beat you to it. He stopped what he was doing, sitting the gun down on the tray next to him and he trailed his fingers up over your belly. Lifting them up long enough to skip over your freshly inked skin and he put them down at your collarbone, skimming them to your chin and tilting your face toward him. You tried to put your arms around his neck but you forgot you were all tied up. Literally.

He smiled at the new light of this situation. "You're tied up." Draken's demeanor changed.

You looked into his eyes, nodding. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"You wanna be free or do you like it?" He said, tracing his fingers up and down your jawline.

"I like it." You blushed. "But I can't touch you. And that's kinda bumming me out." You laughed.

He leaned back, grabbed the scissors from the counter, and cut the ties, but he left them around your wrists. "You wanna touch me, y/n? You wanna play with my hair? My dick?"

You nodded and reached down to his pants. You cupped your hand around his bulge and squeezed it lightly. He moaned and you loved the sound of his voice. "I wanna do so much more than that, Draken. But … am I crazy for wanting this?" You laughed.

"Oh, you're definitely crazy, baby. An' that's just how I like it." He pushed you back against the chair and softly wrapped his lips around your pointed nipple and dragged his tongue over it.

You shifted in the seat and let out a small whimper. "Fuck that feels so good. I don't know if it's because you've been drilling on me all day or if I just really - I really want you, Draken." You pulled on his hair and he moaned again. He moved his hand up your leg and slipped it into your jeans, feeling how wet you were.

"Well, I guess I was right about something today, huh?" He laughed and unbuttoned your pants. He pulled them down just enough so he could get his fingers inside of you. "You wanna fuck me, y/n? Right here in my booth? You gonna let me fill you up - make you cum all over my cock."

You nodded, unable to form words.

He pulled his fingers out of you and unzipped his pants, pulling them down and sitting back on the edge of the table. He stroked himself a few times and looked back at you. "C'mon kitten, need this dick?"

You sat up and straddled him, holding your weight up enough so that he could slide himself into you. You let out a low moan as he filled you up, your pussy clenching around him. "Holy shit, you feel so fucking good," you moaned. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your breath all but stopped it's exchange with the space around you.

He started to move his hips and you rode him, rolling them and bouncing up and down on his cock. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, feeling him moan into your mouth. His hands were at your waist, guiding you up and down and you felt so fucking good.

"Fuck, y/n, arch your back, stick your tits up, wan' 'em in my mouth." He said, his voice muffled by your chest. You leaned back, he pushed your breasts together and he latched onto them. Massaging them, sucking and biting on your nipples. You felt like you were in a dream, your body humming with pleasure and pain from the abused inches of your skin.

You slowed your movements to feel him better. His cock was hot and dragging against your walls so perfectly that you almost didn't want to cum. You didn't want this to ever stop. You felt his cock twitch inside of you and he moaned, his body tensing up as he came inside of you.

"Fuck, y/n, cum for me, cum all over this dick, baby." He moaned as you ground your hips against his, rubbing your clit against his abdomen. You let yourself go, your body tightening and releasing with the orgasm that washed over you.

You breathed heavily and leaned forward to rest your head on his shoulder. "Wow, Draken. I ... that was..." you trailed off.

He laughed, "It was, huh?"

You nodded, smiling. "Yeah. It was. But I really like your work." 

Your work? You thought. Why did you say that.

"My 'work'? That's what you like? Heh, well, I'm glad?" He chuckled, shaking his head softly. "I'd say the same for you but, I think that'd be weird since I just fucked you and you're still sitting on my dick." He pushed your hair away from your face and kissed you gently on the forehead. "But, you know, I do like your ‘work’, too. It's beautiful. And you're beautiful. And I can't wait to see the finished product." He said, smiling.

You smiled back and leaned in to kiss him again, this time on the lips. "Me too. I'm excited to see it." You blushed and slowly lifted yourself off of him, wincing as he slipped out of you. "God. I hate this part." You pouted.

"Me too, but I think I can make it better. I wanna take you out, y/n. Let me take you out?" He asked, getting up to put his pants back on.

You nodded, smiling. "I'd love that." You grabbed your bra and shirt and held them against your chest as you watched him walk back to the sink and start washing his hands.

"Deal. We should wait a few days after your tattoo has healed up before we go out. Don't wanna get it infected or anything." He laughed, drying his hands on a paper towel.

You laughed too and nodded in agreement. "Sounds good. I guess that gives me time to plan what I'm gonna do next." 

“Do next?” he asked zipping his black jeans and fastening his belt.

“Tattoo ideas … orrr …?” He spun you around by your shoulders and tipped your face up with his fingers.

“Oh, yeah. I’ve got more ideas.” You turned your back to him and he helped you fasten your bra around the wrapping.

“Would you laugh if I said both?” 

“No. I wouldn’t laugh. I’d say ‘when’?”

[blackest-soul]

A Short Girl’s Guide to Working at the BAU

I. Dealing with Morgan

Derek: How short are you?

Y/N: you mean how tall?

Derek: no, how short??? You can barely reach my shoulders!

Y/N, in a soft voice: not my fault i got the southeast asian genes and you are very aware that im only 4’9 so shut up ok.

Derek: fine fine fine. So, just out of curiosity…hmm can i, well, can i use you as a hand rest coz u are the perfect height!!!

Y/N: do that and you will die

II. Emily and her unwanted maternal instinct

*Y/N, walking around the bullpen without her ID, in a backpack*

Concerned Agent: hey, hey kid. Are you lost? Where’s your guardian? You cant just go walking around here…

Y/N, spotting Emily and pointing at her: Don’t worry, Agent. There’s my mom. I’ll just go and talk to her.

Concerned Agent: huh, didn’t know she has a child. Wait let me call her for you. SSA Prentiss!! Your daughter is here!!!!

Emily: WTF ARE YOU ON ABOUT?

Emily, seeing Y/N: STOP CALLING ME YOUR MOTHER YOU ARE 25 ffs!!!! WE DONT EVEN LOOK SIMILAR!!!

Y/N: not my fault he can’t remember me.

Y/N: so mom, what’s for lunch?

Emily: i packed you an extra sandwich. You should eat more.

Also, Emily: why the fuck am i mothering you!?? I can’t even take care of myself

III. A tired singlefather!Hotch

Hotch, reprimanding Y/N for all her choices in life: … and lastly, stop eating expired and dirty food! I saw you eating your sandwich after you dropped on the floor for lunch!!!! Am i not giving you enough allowance?

Y/N: the food barely touched the floor!!! Besides germs wait for the five second rule so i am going to be fine. And what allowance???!!!??

Hotch: you are giving me a migraine. Shut up and let me process the words that just came out of your mouth

Y/N: really???? maybe you should start eating dropped sandwiches more coz i do not get migraines

Hotch: one more sound and you will be grounded

Y/N: as if!!! What are you gonna do?

Hotch: no phone

Y/N: we need phones for work

Hotch: no internet for a week

Y/N: try again, I work with Penny.

*Reid, walking by to get another coffee*

Hotch: No Reid

Y/N: NO REEIIDD!!!!

Hotch: YES! NO REIDD

Y/N: you cant just do that!!!

Hotch: YES I CAN!!! NO REID TIL COLLEGE, YOUNG WOMAN!!

Y/N: TIL COLLEGE!!!!!!!! Rossi will hear about this

A few moments later

Reid, to Hotch: hey Hotch, can Y/N and I hang out later? I wanna invite her to watch a movie with me.

Hotch: No.

Reid: what do you mean NO.

Hotch: She’s grounded. NO REID TIL COLLEGE.

Reid: she has two PhDs already.

Hotch, unblinking: NO. REID. TIL COLLEGE.

IV. Rossi and the granddaughter he never asked for but clearly loves

Rossi: so tell me what ails you, bambino.

Y/N, pouting and whining: Hotch *hiccups* grounded *hiccups* me. He said *hiccups* I cannot see Reid. Til college *wails, while dramatically throwing herself to the sofa*

Rossi: don’t you cry now, cara. I will talk to your father about this. Here’s $100. Go buy yourself something nice for your date with Reid.

Y/N: it is not a date, nonno. Just a movie.

Rossi: Regardless, take it. I will talk to, Hotch.

V. Reid and his never ending explanations of “yes she is my girlfriend. no i am not a pedophile, we met when she’s 25. yes i am sure she is 25. And no i am not dating a high schooler”

*Reid and Y/N, finally on their movie date.*

Bouncer: hey young lady. Do you know this man?

Y/N: oh yes, sir. He is my boyfriend. If you will excuse us, we need to catch a movie.

Bouncer, suspiciously looking at Reid

Reid: SHE IS 25!!!!

Bouncer, suspicious stare intensifies

Reid: she is just short please we are adults

Bouncer:

Reid:

Y/N:

Y/N: here is my ID, sir. We work for the FBI. I am Asian and just really short.

Bouncer: oh okay. Sorry. You can never be sure these days.

Reid: thank you for looking out for other people, though

Bouncer, suspicious stare:

Reid, whispers: wtf

[theywantedplayer]

-Can I get a fic of the reader and Quinn Hughes maybe fooling around on the plane to a game?

NSFW

You were given the ok by management to accompany Quinn on the private plane to las,Vegas for their game against the Knights. Quinn was on his I-pad beside you watching some of his shows, so you made your way to the bathroom and walked down the aisle and closed the small bathroom door behind you. You thought you and Quinn would have time alone but it's just been traveling non-stop, you had the idea of surprising him in the hotel with a nice set of lingerie but you wouldn't have time, knowing Quinn he’s going to pass out fully clothed on the bed. So you were feeling needy all day but Quinn was very busy all day, so the only down time was now on the plane. When you look in the mirror you saw the mugged masseuse under your eyes and your messy hair. You wipe it away and brushed threw your hair with your hands the best you could.

you opened the bathroom door and walked down the aisles making a mental note everyone was asleep except for kuzmenko and he even had his headphones in watching something on his phone. When he saw you walk by he gave you a big smile so you waved in return. You walked back to your seat in the back of the plane with no one on the other side, you and Quinn were alone, well as alone as you could be with the whole Canucks team on the plane. When you sat down besieged Quinn you pulled up the arm rest and rested your head on his shoulder and pulled the blanket over both of your legs out of view..

You moved your hand under Quinn’s shirt and ran your fingers over his lower stomach. He didn't think anything of it just thinking you were being affectionate but when he felt your hand hover down to the waistband of his pants and played with the band of his boxer’s he turned to look at you but you kept your view on his ipad watching whatever he was watching. He knew what you were up to the fact you were watching his show when you didn't even know what was going on was a give away. He lightly jolted at the feeling of your hand slipping past the waistband of his boxers.

“Y/n” he Warned 

But you respond by leaving a kiss on his neck, it seemed innocent but when one followed another Quinn started to feel a tent grow in his pants and he groaned at the fact he let you win.

“Come on Quinny” you whined out 

Quinn felt his dick twitch in his pants at your tone.

“Everyone's asleep” you told

You felt Quinn relax at your words, a small groan leaving his lips but no one could hear it over the roar of the plane. You smiled and contented to leave open mouth kisses on Quinn's neck. You began to stroke his cock under the blanket slowly. You could see Quinn gripping the blanket, turning his knuckles white. You loved turning Quinn into a puddle most of the time it was you so it felt good when it was him.

He looked so good trying to hold back his moans so no one would hear, the way his mouth was slightly open and his chest moved with every shaky breath he took.

“I was gonna surprise you tonight” you whispered in his ear

“Yea?” he breathed out

“Yea” you teased, squeezing the tip of his cock slightly earning a slight moan from him as he squeezed his eyes shut “I bought this nice lingerie set I thought you’d like, maybe I’ll bring it out tonight?”

Quinn just nodded in response, swallowing a groan just thinking about the things you’d do to him. He knew he'd be too tired to take the lead like usual but he loved when you did.You began to quicken your pace and Quinn began to become more vocal

“I thought You didn't want them to hear you?” you played 

A whine left Quinn's lips,as his hips jerked up. You knew he was about to cum just from that.

“You gonna cum?” you asked using your other hand to pull his face in front off your’s 

“Yes….fuck im gonna cun” he groaned

You pulled Quinn into a kiss as he came, he groaned at his release.

When you pulled away Quinn opened his eyes and glared at you

“I fuckin hate you” he spoke

“Your dick doesnt” you smiled giving him a soft kiss on the lips

[ellaa-writes]

Henlo!! I just saw ur doctor/medic reader story and i feel like they would all want to hear the absolute crazy cases and gossip from reader

Im a student and i work in a large hospital/shadowing some doctors aswell and someday’s these crazy things happen randomly. In the least expected ways. From getting a sudden code stroke to seeing 🪱🪱on body parts to hospital staffs gossips in the med room. Its so random sometimes.

Imagine doctor reader casually telling the time she caught so and so cheating in an empty room in between 2 codes. And shes so chill about it like shes seen and heard enough but the Kortac officers r eating it up like listening to Nurse John’s podcasts😂

Reader: yk this reminds me of the time i did my trauma rotation in—

Konig: wait! Let me get my snacks and tea👀☕️

Hello!! Thank you <3 This is so silly I love it. Decided to have fun with it. It's kinda gross but hey that's what happens. Lol.

It's going to be a rough day, you thought. Not even 2 hours into your shift you had two concussed idiots sitting in your waiting room. This is gonna be a long one, you started at noon and won't be done till 4am the next morning.

Clutching your coffee you prayed for a miracle, an alien ship or a metor. Either one would do.

Later that evening, specifically dinner time. You were the last to arrive, having to help hold down a patient as another medic stitched up a gash on his forehead.

"I know, I know." you said as you sat you lunch down in front of your chair. Running off to grab a much needed coffee. It was your turn for the over night shift. It wasn't a bad shift, just babysitting the wounded soldiers that are currently being held. Coming back and setting yourself into your spot, digging into your food without a cause to the wind.

"You guys won't believe my day." you started off, slurping down your heart spaghetti. "Some rookies decided to play chicken and now they both have a concussion. And one probably memory loss. Couldn't even tell me his name." you shook your head, recalling the incident. "Than Hutch came in, complaining that he can feel worms crawling in him. I had to explain four times to that dense mother fucker that worms can not survive stomach acid." you stopped to take a big gulp of coffee. "But he wouldn't listen, said it wasn't in his stomach but inside his skin. Ran some blood tests and no hallucinogenic. But he could have fooled me." you didn't realise you were blabbing until you looked up from your plate to see a few of your team members surpressing their laughs.

"What?" you asked, mouth full of spaghetti. "Why don't you chew a bit more." one of them offered. Making the other laugh, "Oh fuck off." you spat. "Anyways, had to give Hutch an xray just to prove there's no damn worms in him." you explained.

"An xray? Does that-" you cut them off. "No, not at all. But it shut him up." they all bursted out laughing. "It reminds me of a patient I had back at the ER. Complaining about his ass itching. The other nurses weren't taking him seriously. Just sent him to the bathroom with some baby wipes." you stopped abruptly, this might not be a good dinner story.

"Oh come on Katze, don't get all shy on us now." König said, you didn't even notice he was there. You also didn't notice the rest of the mess hall getting quiet to listen to your story.

"Oh, well we're eating." you tried to explain but was met with loud booing. "Fine, fine." you yelled back. Wiping your mouth, your food finished, you pushed the tray away from you.

"Ok, so they sent him to the bathroom and he came back later saying he can still feel them."

"Them?" Horangi interrupted, and was followed by shushing. "Damn, sorry. Continue." he slinked back into his chair.

" So they put him in a room, told him to strip from the waist down. Another trainee and myself were assigned to this case along with a RN. She had him lay on the side has she spread his ass cheeks. Like you would a child." you stopped from dramatic affect. Watching as your tream and the rest of mess hall looked on in anticipation.

"We saw nothing. So she took a swab, had me spread this grown man's cheeks as she inserted it into the recum, shoveling out what ever was in side. Still nothing." a few people got up and left and others choking back a gag.

"She wet had him pop a squat over the trash can and cough. Sure enough a worm came shooting out. So did some green chunks, thankfully they were just some cucumbers. Guess the guy stole a cucumber from his neighbors garden not knowing it was infested with worms. He shoved the thing right up and it broke. He was like that for 2 weeks, worms up the ass. Still not the craziest thing I experienced, let me tell your that." you reached for your tray, but König took it for your instead.

"A cucumber up the ass?" Horangi asked. "I've seen people shove all sorts of thing up their butt. Idk what it is or why but it's way to common." you threw your finished coffee cup in the trash.

"Sorry I gotta get back. The results for mister chicken should be in by now." you said you goodbyes and waved to others, rushing out of the lunch hall.

"What a women." König said, hearts in his eyes.

[bugsinshoes]

ok so i just watched @fordtato and @hkthatgffan 's respective videos about their interview with THE alex hirsch and i wanna just say OH MY GOD like SERIOUSLY

im gonna put my thoughts under the cut so theres no spoilers if you havent seen it already (BUT GO WATCH THEM NOW PLEASE !!!) + its gonna be LONG so BEAR WITH ME

ok, so i have MANY thoughts so sorry if none of this is coherent 😭 (this is not in chronological order of when the questions were asked, just me spewing out my totally normal thoughts about this interview so apologies for that)

starting off:

THE BABY IS SHERMIE?!?!?!? IM SO SO GLAD WE FINALLY HAVE CONFIRMATION WE CAN FINALLY LEAVE THIS TO REST !! I WAS RIGHT THOUGH SO HA !!! ACTUALLY SCREAMING !! TIMELINE BE DAMNED (also another thanks to hana, your timeline video is genuinely awesome. i never shut up about it. ever. any time i talk to my friends abt gf and i need to refer to the timeline i go: "IN HANA'S VIDEO-") anyways, i do understand it was a last minute decision on the writer's part of "oh. dipper and mabel need a grandfather, its not ford, and its sure as FUCK not gonna be stan sooo... third brother?" and i do understand alex being like, "oh, this is about ford and stan only having eachother" so i think making shermie younger was a GOOD THING? like, stan and ford had 18 years of just them so shermie wasnt in the picture, so stan and ford technically grew up on their own so ig it works? also, when stan got kicked out, he never got to see shermie grow up, probably only saw him at events when he had to pretend to be ford (post-1983) and as for ford himself, he was too busy in college and gravity falls to really visit the family so... it works! (despite everything)

that aside, lets talk about THE CRUMBS??? like i have some quotes here because i have a LOT to say:

"theyre both so damaged and they desperately need each other" - alex hirsch (talking about stan and ford)

LIKE SUIUHUSHUSH i HATE these brothers SO MUCH (LIES) i cant actually properly express my thoughts because WOW like its clear that they both have their own trauma and they NEED to address it but theyre both too STUBBORN to do so. theyve both been alone for 40ish years so of course they need each other. they grew up by the hip, so theres no surprise that they both need each other (whether they like it or not)

"[ford's] grateful for the forgiveness he thinks he doesnt deserve" -alex hirsch

ford thinks so lowly of himself at times it HURTS. like the lines in the journal about "only then would the freak return a hero" or about his guilt with bill and everything its just so important to his character im so glad we got so much ford content in this interview. like i am EATING ALL THIS UP RN

"[ford] has to always have a mission in front of him, because if he doesnt have a mission in front of him, hes thinking how have i treated people in my life?" - alex hirsch

ford distracting himself with things instead of facing his problems. probably something he had to do a lot, especially with his time in the multiverse. but it really hurts because i can imagine in the 60s, they never had any great coping mechanisms? so i can assume ford was just conditioned to distract himself from stuff so he never learned how to deal with things. and i KNOW in the journal hes like "i meditate!" and im sure that does help somewhat, but it doesnt address the issue itself soooo... sorry ford, but you cant just breathe your way out of everything

ALSO alex calling ford and fiddlefords falling out a "BREAKUP" (air quotes used) BUT A BREAKUP??? this is just adding fuel to my fiddauthor-infested brain rn. i CANT

and alex saying mcgucket is thinking like, "oh i gotta be a better partner" is HEART SHATTERING like the whole talk about fiddleford being "the building guy" who is kind of just there to make machines and please ford. its honestly so heartbreaking because fiddleford loves ford so much he'd leave his wife and child to go to absolute nowhere, oregon and the fact ford is too arrogant to see fiddlefords admiration and overall love for him its just IUIUAHHAS

and i do wanna say, i KNOW bill played a big part in this, by stroking fords ego and buttering him up with his kind words because he knew exactly what ford wanted to hear and that really affected how ford and fidds' relationship was like but THATS A TOPIC FOR ANOTHER TIME. all i know is that ford isnt entirely to blame, but he still is a massive arrogant asshole and he wasnt the best person to fidds at times (love him tho <3)

but im actually so happy because this interview sheds SO much light onto FORD bcs we BARELY got to know him, and hearing it from MR HIRSCH HIMSELF is just so good because we KNOW its a reliable source because its coming from ALEX YK??? like he wrote ford so he probably knows "oh yeah, that man is guilt-ridden as FUCK" and im so glad we get some crumbs of this guy i cant get enough of him !!! (impatiently waiting for the book of bill)

ANNNDD THE TALK ABOUT MAYBE GETTING A SEA GRUNKS SPINOFF/MINISERIES??? I WOULD EXPLODE GENUINELY ANYTHING WITH MY FAVOURITE OLD MEN PLEASE !! i would genuinely love to see more of their dynamic and how everything is after weirdmaggeddon and like dealing with trauma and UGHHH i would kill for stan/ford content PLEASE

also...

hippie ford.

hippie. ford.

i am never getting over this (im internally SCREECHING)

ANYWAYS THAT WAS MY RANT ABT MY FAV THINGS FROM THE INTERVIEW THAT WAS A LOT GODDAMN

im genuinely so happy with all the questions that got answered, as well as getting some deeper insight into characters and stuff. IM NEVER GETTING OVER THE AMOUNT OF FIDDAUTHOR CRUMBS YOU GUYS

im gonna end this by saying another MASSIVE thank you to hana and hk !! you both put so much effort into your respective videos and it was super super cool !! this was totally worth the wait !!! :D

[hayleythesugarbowl]

So I was gonna ask for another Angela Giarratana x reader but your request are closed 🥲🥲🥲 but I think we can talk this out *slides you the 1.04$ left in my bank account* but fr if you feel up to it or wanna save this for later feel free to and you don’t have to do it but I was thinking maybe Angela gets jealous when someone from the cast flirts with reader but it’s part of a bit Angela doesn’t know about and maybe they were playing legacy, betrayal or something idk that’s up to you and I know you don’t write smut so maybe like Angela gets jealous and leave hickeys and bite marks on readers neck when there having a water break or something 💁‍♀️ idk just a lil something or write what you want bae it’s up to you not me ❤️❤️ remember 1.04$ has your name on it 😉

Jealousy, jealousy || Angela Giarratana x reader

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summary: oneshot where angela finds herself jealous when another member of the cast flirts with you and she decides to let you know that you’re hers

word count: 1.3k

warnings: hickeys

a/n: ahh sorry this took so long babes but i’m so happy to get this request out for you. this is a little bit out of my comfort zone so keep that in mind but i hope you enjoy this!! also im ashamed to admit my smosh games lore is a little rusty so i didn’t include legacy betrayal hope that’s ok!! also i wouldn’t dream of making anyone pay for a fic so forget about it 💋🎀 enjoy!!

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“Ok, I’m working on a character,” Amanda said to you as you waited on set for filming to start. 

     “You? A character? Never!” You teased her, feigning shock. You’d been at Smosh since long before Amanda and ever since you’d known her she was always working on one character or another. 

     “Her name’s Annabelle Charlemagne,” she said, already adopting an accent, “and you are absolutely stunning darling, can I buy you a beverage?”

     She was fully in character now, so you played along.

     “I’d be honored,” you batted your eyelashes at her.”

     “I just have never seen such exceptional beauty. I am charmed.” She grabbed your hand and kissed it. 

     You glanced over and saw Angela watching you from afar. Catching you staring  at her she quickly looked away. But not before giving you a wink and a smile. 

     Angela. You two had been dating for a few weeks now, and you couldn’t be happier. But you hadn’t exactly told the rest of the cast yet. You were planning on waiting for the right time, but you hadn’t found it yet. 

     You knew it was killing Angela. You had no problem keeping your relationship a secret. It was easy and safe and you didn’t want to deal with your friends’ thousands of questions just yet. 

      But Angela was not as great at keeping her mouth shut about everything. You knew she wanted to let the cat out of the bag. Or rather, couldn’t help herself from accidentally giving everyone a sneak peek at a paw or whiskers. More than once you’d had to cover for her calling you ‘babe’ or her absentmindedly reaching over to touch you.

     Not that you two didn’t have your hidden moments. Sneaking off in between shows or volunteering to go work on something together. You couldn’t stop a blush from forming on your cheeks at the thought of all the things the walls had seen here that all of your friends hadn’t. 

     Now, Amanda’s voice brought you out of your thoughts.

     “Anyways darling, I’d love to get your number but—oh, I’ve forgot my cellular, one moment, let me fetch my husband’s.”

     She stared at you, losing the accent. “Get it, cause I’m flirting with you… but I’m married? And British!”

     You laughed, “Right. Well I’m still waiting on that beverage.”

     She fluffed her hair, “In due time.”

     “Alright everyone, quiet on set.”

     You shifted away from Amanda, preparing to start filming. You looked around at the rest of the cast—you loved your job here. Glancing over at Angela, you tried to catch her eye, but she wasn’t looking at you. She was looking down, a troubled expression on her face. You’d talk to her after this shoot, you told yourself. Maybe you two could even get lunch together later. It seemed like forever ago since you’d done that last. And you hadn’t even been dating a month yet! The director’s booming voice brought your attention back to the present. 

     “Rolling…and action!”

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     “Alright everyone, take 10,” the director called. Everyone in the cast began filing out of the studio, taking a break before they had to finish filming this show. You joined them, heading to the next room for water.

     You had just stepped towards your bag and began to rifle through it when you felt someone behind you.

     “Guess who?”

     You didn’t turn around right away. You knew who. 

     “Spencer?”

     “Try again,” she said, quieter this time with a hint of amusement in her voice.

     “Chris Kattan?”

     “Ok, if one more person tells me that—” she started incredulously.

     You turned around, smiling at her “Kidding.”

     She reached out and brushed a strand of hair back from your face. “Hey beautiful, I haven’t had time alone with you all day.” 

     It was true. It felt like you spent less and less time together—what between filming and trying to not seem like you were dating.  You leaned into her touch, and she stepped towards you. 

      You remembered yourself and spun back around, “Angela, not here.”

      You felt her breath on your hair as she leaned towards you and said, “I don’t see anyone here.”

     “Angela, what are you—”

     Without warning, you felt her mouth on your neck. She began trailing kisses down your shoulder and you suppressed a shudder, leaning into her. 

     “Ange, what if someone sees us?” You whispered, glancing around nervously.

     She kept her lips on you, biting down softly as she sucked at the skin on your neck.

     You closed your eyes, savoring this stolen moment despite yourself. 

     “Angela—”

     “(Y/n)? You want me to stop?” she looked up at you.

     “No, definitely no.”

     She continued, bringing her lips to your ear. She was silent for a while, and then—

     “Still thinking about Amanda?” She breathed, her voice hoarse.

     “What?” You managed. That was the last thing you’d expected her to say. 

     “I saw you…earlier,” for the first time, you detected a hint of uncertainly in her voice.

      You tried to recall what she was talking about. 

     “You know, with the ‘oh you’re gorgeous darling’ and ‘why thank you take me home with you’,” You could tell she was trying to keep her tone light. You tried not to smile at her dedication to the character, even in a situation like this. 

     “That? Angela, she was showing me a bit,” you couldn’t help but smile now. “I—Wait, is that what this is about?”

     “What a girl can’t kiss her girlfriend without having ulterior motives!” You raised an eyebrow at her and she looked down sheepishly. “Ok, fine maybe I was a little jealous.”

     You marveled at the fact that Angela Giarratana was jealous. Because of you. You’d made her jealous. “Well, you don’t have to worry about anything. I love you, remember.”

     “Yeah you do,” Angela waggled her eyebrows and leaned her head against your shoulder. You rolled your eyes at her—she was impossible—but you realized you were grinning.

     “I love you more.”

      You looked at her against you, this beautiful woman who cared so much about you, and kissed her. She kissed you back wrapping her hands around your neck. 

     “Thought you were afraid people will see us?” Angela mumbled against your lips. 

     “I don’t care,” and as you said it, you realized it was true. You didn’t need to wait for a “right time” to tell your friends about your relationship. “I don’t care if they find out.”

     “Glad you felt that way, because if we didn’t tell them that hickey sure will.”

     You looked down at your neck where a mark was already starting to form, evidence of Angela’s jealousy. 

     “Good, let them know I’m yours.”

     “I like the sound of that,” Angela said, “Shall we?” She gestured to the doorway.

     You nodded, taking her hand and walking into the next room and over to the center  where all of the cast was mingling, taking advantage of the break.

     When you towards them, all eyes eventually turned to you and Angela, settling on your interlocked fingers. Your friends traded looks. 

     Amanda spoke up first, “(Y/n)? Angela? You, and you?” 

     “And is that a hickey?”

     “You wanna take this or should I?” Angela asked you, her eyes twinkling. Everyone stared at you and Angela, awaiting an explanation.

      “Nothing much to tell, other than you all should know Angela’s a possessive, jealous—”

     “Well if you’re not going to tell it right—” she interrupted loudly. 

     You looked at her, letting her know you were only teasing. 

     “Well, they always say actions speak louder than words,” you said before kissing her again. This time in front of everyone else. “Besides,” you whispered, only to her, your lips trailing down her jawline “it’s only fair if I return the favor and make you mine.”

     “Oh, (Y/n), I’ve been yours for a while now.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed this!! i have another angela x reader in the works so keep your eye out for that and as always feedback is always appreciated even negative i swear <3

[parasytte]

What if darling/reader lives on a farm or something out of the way/far away? Do jock and cheerleader suddenly get a love for camping (maybe or not just to watch reader in their natural environment) Do they both just show up one day guilting darling into letting them stay for the weekend cause OHNO they were coming to visit you but the car broke down, and it gonna take a while cause you live an hour out of town :(

yes !!!! also kind of unrelated but i think its kinda funny how ppl say "natural environment" because it makes reader seem like a wild animal or something LOL im not making fun of u or anything but its just kinda funny nd it makes me giggle

ok moving on

<3 - <3- <3 -<3 -<3 - <3 - <3 - <3 - <3

you flinch a little at the sound of loud knocking. you make your way to the door as you wonder who could be out there, considering the fact that you don't get visitors often since you live about an hour out of town.

you pull open the door, now seeing two familiar smiling faces.

"casey? elijah?" you say, "what are you guys doing here?"

"we were coming to visit you!" casey says happily, elijah giving a smile as well.

"oh. well.. you can come in," you say as you step to the side, holding the door open for the two men as they both walk inside of your home. once they're both in you shut the door and turn to look back at them.

casey marvels at the inside of your home like it's the most beautiful thing in the world. elijah does the same, "your house is beautiful, baby." he says as continues to look around. casey nods in agreement, turning to look at you with a smile.

"not as beautiful as you, though!" casey compliments. you roll your eyes slightly, but still decide to be hospitable. "you guys can take a seat on the couch," you offer, "want anything to drink?"

they both make their way to the couch and plop down on it, casey saying a 'no thanks' and elijah shaking his head 'no'. when you walk over to them, they take hold of you and drag you down into the couch, casey inbtween your legs and resting his head on your chest and you between elijah's legs, your back pressed against his chest.

you eventually get used to their suffocation and start talking with them. you spend the day together not really doing much, mainly just watching shows or movies on tv or listening to casey's gossiping until eventually the sun goes down and the sky grows dark.

you finally take notice that it's now nighttime. had you really spent the whole day talking with casey and elijah?

"what time is it?" you ask while trying to get up, but they both just tighten the grip their arms have around you. casey pulls out his phone, "hmm.. let me check ... it's eleven pm!" he says with a smile on his face, pressing the side of his face back into you.

"eleven?" you say in a shocked tone, "how are you guys going to get back to town in the dark? this late at night"

elijah's smile turns into a sheepish one, "yeah, well, about that," he says coyly, "we wouldn't have been able to drive back to town anyways.."

"..what do you mean?" you say skeptically. he continues, "my car actually broke down when we got here. we were going to tell you earlier, but we were having such a great date it must have slipped our minds."

"... well- what am i supposed to do?" you say in disbelief.

"let us sleepover, duh!" casey says, still as happy as can be.

"you can't!" you quickly respond.

"why not?" elijah asks. "i-i don't know you just can't!"

"then are you kicking us out?" your attention is brought back down to casey, who's happy face is now turned into a sad, pouting one. "are you really gonna make your boyfriends go out into the cold darkness? alone? in an unfamiliar place? i mean, there's just so many bad things that could happen to us .. wild animals, serial killers, kidnappers ... you really don't care about us that much? do you really want us to get hurt that bad, y/n?" his big honey brown doe eyes are filled with tears, about to spill over any second. he acts like you've ripped his heart out of his chest, tore it apart, then threw it on the ground, stomped on it, then spat on it.

so dramatic.

... but when casey looks at you like that, you can't help but cave in.

"..fine, you guys can stay." you grumble out. casey's mood does a full 180 and the tears in his eyes instantly vanish. he has the biggest smile on his face as he brings his head up to yours, pressing kisses all over your face, which elijah does too.

"thank you! oh, thank you!" he says inbetween kisses. you roll your eyes, pushing him off of you. "okay, okay that's enough- i think it's time to go to bed." you say as you break free from their grip and stretch.

"we're gonna sleep with you, right babe?" elijah asls.

it's going to be a long night.

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you then all cuddle in your bed the end

god i loved writing this request thank you so much !! idk it was such a fun nd cute one i loved making it anon !!!! i hope you enjoyed it and ask again &lt;33

[cupoftaae]

8? With Jungkook?🤞🏻

"please dont go....I cant be alone right now" x Jungkook

thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy <3

warnings- jungkook has a bad day waaa, fluffy, minor angst, reader and him are cute

The thud of Jungkooks backpack at the front door could be heard throughout the house, making you jump.

"kook?" you called out, "you home?"

After no response, you left the office room and made your way to the kitchen, where you saw your boyfriend searching for something to eat.

"Hi baby, I made dinner" you come up behind him and rub his back

He flinches a bit, making you frown. "oh, hi baby, thanks" he turns to see you-your height in perfect lining for his lips to meet your forehead.

"how was work? you alright my love?" you asked quietly, hand gently rubbing the skin under his shirt.

Jungkook hummed, "it was ok I guess..."

"yeah?" you looked up at him lovingly

"I just missed you" he shrugged, mumbling a bit

"oh sweet boy I missed you too..." you kissed his cheek and hugged him closer.

He released a shaky sigh and hugged you back, the strength of his arms squeezing you tightly.

"are you sure youre okay?" you whispered "because...its ok if you arent" you pulled away from his chest to see his face, his eyes now watery as he tried to even his breathing, almost as if he spoke he knew he would end up sobbing.

"honey..." you pouted and brushed his bangs away, cupping his face, "whats going on? talk to me so I can help"

He shook his head, looking down as a stray tear fell, making his hastily wipe his face with the back of his hand. "its just" he began quietly, "work....everything. its stressful"

You nod, "I know sweetheart"

"I kept messing up the vocals today and everyone was getting mad with me, I just felt like....i dont even know, I felt like a burden to be in the studio" he wiped another tear, sighing and looking at the ceiling.

"Kookie you know that you arent a burden, right? the boys all love you so fucking much...they need you, and they were probably just tired and cranky because you all need sleep and wont rest despite me scolding them" you breathe out a laugh, making him half smile

"I promise, you are so loved and important, so many people admire you, especially me" you pointed at yourself, making him giggle. "its ok to have tough days, its what makes us stronger, its part of being a human, however its how you react to it- thats how you grow and learn and become a better person, right?"

"right" he nodded, looking at you and squeezing your hands.

You scanned over his face and smiled softly, "do you want to take a bath?"

"yeah" he smiled

-

You placed a few towels on the counter near the tub, where your boyfriend sat.

"the lavender is nice" he spoke, eyes closed as he rested his head against the railing of the tub. "I told you, bath bombs arent just for girls" you giggled

"well it had a unicorn on it for christ sake" he opened one eye to see you, smiling.

"hey unicorns are uni-sex, get it?" you poked

"you...are so fucking corny" he laughed

"but you found it funny!"

"whatever"

you smiled at him, watching his face and admiring his beauty for a moment while his eyes were shut, he was so amazing and loved by you, and he would only know half of it.

"well baby, im gonna go wrap up work in my office, call me if-"

"no, please dont go....I cant be alone right now" he frowned, eyes opening up to see you at the door.

You frowned before nodding, silently making your way to sit in front of the tub. You werent gonna push him to talk, you knew he was struggling today and thats all you needed to hear.

He just needed a little extra love and affection like we all do somedays, its human.

We need hugs, we need to be told we are loved, we deserve to be loved, and valued.

He always made you feel his appreciation for you in any way possible, so you of course wanted to pay it back.

You carefully washed his hair and mindlessly chatted about random things, he seemed to have calmed down a lot in the time being, which made you happy.

He had insisted you join him in the tub-so you did.

"its getting cold, the water..." you mumble, head against his chest.

"meh.....its like lukewarm" he looked down at you, giggling, "are you about to sleep right now?"

"probably" you whisper

"no baby, lets get into bed" he smiled, jokingly patting your butt to get you off.

You pulled away to look at him, smiling, "I love you, you know that?"

the slight pink tint on his cheeks didnt go unnoticed, "yeah...." he giggled, "I love you too...you know that?"

"everyday"

[jjvr4yxc]

part 2 of

If you still don't know, they're in a variety show, every man will have time with you.

They won't notice. Part 2

Warnings: choking,name calling/pet names kind of ‘princess,slut,whore’, almost? Obvious sex?, unprotected sex. The reader and Wook barely know each other!

He kissed you.

The one and only Lee Dong-Wook kissed you.

Then he pulled away, making you look at him. Titling your head in confusion, “we need to cook first, honey.” he smirked.

Shit.

(time skip)

Here you are now, awkwardly eating the bibimbap Wook made. You didn't even dare to look at anyone's eyes and continue on eating, not until Beom talked, asking you if you're enjoying the food, making you glance up at him, nodding “yes, it's good” you smile making him grin.

Your sweet time got cut off when the rest of the boys coughed, “oh..” Beom said smirking.

“why are you so stiff? Loosen up!” Song Kang let out, making you look at him, “oh! I'm just nervous, haha...” you laughed awkwardly.

“whys that?” the familiar voice said, making you look at the one and only Wook.

“i don't know at all..” you said, not until you looked up to him, he's changing his posture... Then suddenly you felt a foot, running to your thighs.

“oh! Dong-Wook, did you turn off the cameras? You're the one who handles them right now.” Soohyun finally talked, making Wook look at him. Still not removing his foot on your folds.

Then he slowly rubs it.

Making you choke up your food.

“are you okay?” Beom asked making them turn their attention to you. You just nodded, making them smile.

(time skip)

You and the man were playing earlier.

“im going to sleep now, good night everyone.” you said, making them do the same.

“good night (name), sweet dreams!” Beom said, making you look at him, you smiled replying a quick 'you too' and quickly ran off the stairs. Unaware of a man watching the interaction, and then got after you.

“you think you can just do that?” Wook said, making you flinch, looking at him.

“what are you doing here?!”you almost scream out of shock.

“what do you mean what I'm doing here? We're gonna continue of course.” he stated the obvious.

Then he started to come closer, “uhmm-- mph!” then he kisses you, roughly putting his tongue inside your mouth, your brain wants to stop itself from kissing back, but your body moves on its own and starts moving in sync with him.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, he starts to choke you lightly, making you look into his eyes.

“ah, princess, you're so good for me..” he kissed your neck, down to your jaw, then at your cleavage.

Then suddenly you two are naked.

“why don't you suck me off?” he asked, making you look at him. Then you slowly nodded.

Getting on your knees, you looked up to him, slowly kissing his shaft, his tip. Then fully sucking him off.

Bobbing your head up and down you felt him groan, grabbing a fistful of your hair he started to face fuck you. Making you choke. (Actually don't know where the fuck this is going, I don't even know how to write a fucking smut.)

“ahh! Such a slut.. slut for me..” you heard him say sweet things about you, making you more motivated to make him cum.

Then he came, making you look up to him, spitting his come on his cock and starts to lick him. Making his eyes go wide.

Suddenly, you are flipped on your back, then without a warning he puts it in, making you moan, then getting choked.

“you know damn well there are other people here, stay quiet whore.” he spank your ass.

Then his movements became rough and faster, making it harder to not moan, and be loud.

“t-too much!” you cried out, making him go slow and movements become sloppy. (Is that ok?)

“cum in me.. inside or out?” he asked.

“inside please! I'm taking pills!” you cried out.

“good girl..” he breathes out.

You both came.

Y'all shut the fuck up, it's me literally experiencing mental breakdowns with my grammar 😡😡

[prismuffin]

you’re poly alerudy who are just madly in love with m!reader was so fucking cute omg 😭 idk if you’re taking requests but if you are can you maybe do smthn small like short scenario or drabble abt if m!reader died in the line of duty?

because i’m a self sabotaging whore and slut for trauma and angst 🧍🏽

The MW2 boys reacting to male!reader dying on the field

A/n: LMFAOOOO ong I’m totally doing this- also JFBSJRBJSBR im so glad ppl are loving that fic-!! There’s a little note for anon who req at the very end!!

Ft. Alejandro, Rodolfo, and Soap -- c/n means "code name"

warnings?: un-translated spanish, major character death (you💀), typical MW2 violence, guns, blood, violence, fighting, swearing, you know what’s up🫄

!-!more under the cut!-!

( just realized you requested smth small but i'm ngl these are a little longer than i realized when i was writing soooo)

Alejandro Vargas:

To put it bluntly, this mission was going terribly. All of his men were scattered to the winds, with comms being a jumbled mess of urgent orders from him, Rudy, and a couple of other team leaders but none of that mattered in this moment. He was reloading his gun after clearing his area and it was then that he realized there was one voice missing from the clutter, yours. You’d both split up across the same street with you taking down enemies closer to the north, stopping more enemies from coming while he held things down at the end of the street. But now that the fight was over it was strange that you hadn’t checked on him, not through comms, not in person, there has been no sign of you. He’d like to think that maybe after noticing that he was finished clearing the street that you’d just gone to help Rodolfo’s squad or any of the others but in his gut he could feel that something was wrong. You weren’t the type to just run off especially not on the field, you’d let him know if you planned on leaving him to help the others.

“Ale-“ it was soft, but he’d heard it. From the end of the street was your voice, weak, pleading for him to come closer. He peaked the corner, noticing you laying on the ground, face down while weakly attempting to crawl. His eyes widened as he dashed from behind the corner quickly going to your form. “Y/n!” He yelled, his voice echoing throughout the empty street. He collapsed by your side, hands shaking as he noticed the pool of blood forming underneath you. “Hey! Hey! Cariño? You’re gonna be alright ok?” You groaned as he flipped your body over, the gun in your hand sliding to your side as you struggled to breathe. A gasp fell from Alejandro’s mouth as he took in the sight of the many bullet holes the graced over your chest. His hands made quick work in applying pressure to the open wounds, attempting to keep in the already low amount of blood. “Ale…I don’t think I’m gonna make it.” You mumbled, but he was quick to shut that idea down. “No! No you’re gonna make it alright? You’re gonna be fine! Tienes que estar bien..!” Tears welled up in both of your eyes at the sound of his desperate voice. You watched as his shaky hands cling to the walkie-talkie by his shoulder, calling for someone to help him though you were too focused on his pleading eyes to pay attention to whatever response came through. You sighed shakily, placing a bloody hand on his cheek. “I’m sorry,,,Alejandro-“ you coughed, watching as he shook his head vigorously. “Ale-“ “No!” “I think I’m not-“ “No! You are! You are gonna make it! I need you to make it..” “I’m sorry I’m-“ you exhaled sharply, struggling to keep your hand rested on his cheek, which he noticed. He grabbed at it desperately, keeping it in place, leaning into it, anything to keep you with him for longer. “..Te amo...Alejandro.” One loud sob shook from his body as he felt your hand go completely limp, him holding it being the only thing keeping it in place. “No no no no no, Cariño..” he whined, no longer yelling as he practically whimpered, begging for you to come back to him. His choked back sobs becoming harder to dampen the longer you didn’t respond to him. Ripping your bloody badge from your tactical vest, he hesitantly let your hand go, gently placing it beside you.

“Tu muerte no será en vano mi amor.”

Rodolfo Parra:

Rodolfo smiled hearing your boisterous laughter cut through the air. You always got like this whenever you were on the turret. He loved watching you shred down the enemies with a smile on your face, throwing out cocky quips every now and then. This time however, he may have been watching you for a little too long which he noticed after getting shot in the shoulder. He cursed as he stumbled back, firing at the person who shot him before realizing that he was very much outnumbered. Still he fought back, shooting the person that shot him dead and taking cover as another barrage of bullets was aimed at him. He held his bleeding shoulder, grimacing at the pain he felt while applying pressure. He heard a yell and immediately recognized it as yours. Daring to peek around the corner, his eyes widened as he witnessed you now off of the turret, attempting to fight the massive amount of soldiers that had cornered him. Using both your LMG and knives you fought off multiple soldiers before they started to surround you. You almost looked angelic in battle like this, though his shock quickly turned into horror as he watched an enemy catch you from behind, hitting you with the butt of his gun. Rage filled every inch of Rodolfo as he watched them shoot you down.

Drawing his own gun, he took most by surprise as he practically pulverized all of them in a fit of blind rage. He ran to you, standing over your bloodied body, eyes wide as he dropped to his knees in front of you. "Y-Y/n.." he muttered, shaky hands hovering over your form, his gun being forgotten by his side. Tears clouded his vision but he didn't blink, his eyes never leaving your form. Still, the tears fell on their own, streaking down his face as the feeling of dread practically choked him. He struggled to breathe, hoping you'd just get up and laugh like you had earlier, that all of this was some sort of sick and twisted nightmare. He said your name again, a sob escaping with it as his hands finally rested on your lifeless form. "Mi Amor...lo siento, lo siento, lo siento, please, I'm sorry I didn't-" another sob cut him off. His voice cracked as he desperately grasped at your limp body, calling to you in a jumble of apologies and pleads. "I didn't protect- I'm sorry Y/n...Mi amor....lo siento- Por favor, vuelve a mi, por favor...lo siento, lo siento..." Alejandro found him hunched over your form, apologizing over and over again, begging for a forgiveness he shall never receive.

John “Soap” McTavish:

Task force 141 was split up with Price, Gaz, and Ghost being on one side and Soap and you on the other. The plan was to attack from both entrances and surround the target with you and Soap dealing with the exterior and the others being inside. Everything had gone well, the targets were dead by the hands of Ghost, confirmed by Price and Gaz who had cleared the interior of the building. Soap cheered after getting confirmation that it was a job well done, turning to you with a huge smile. You were bent over, though he thought it was the exhaustion that came with clearing the exterior of their infiltration zone. He ran up to you, hugging you with a laugh that turned into a gasp upon feeling you fall to the ground, him being dragged along with you. He giggled, assuming you'd done this on purpose, "Really C/n?" He turned to you, expecting to see you smirking at him or holding back a laugh but he didn't. There was no smile, no laugh, just ragged breathing that he could barely hear. "Woah! Hey C/n you alright there lad'?" He moved, propping himself up on his side, practically hovering over you. His eyes trailed over your body frantically before stopping at your side. You were bleeding a lot and he noticed you were weakly applying pressure to the wound yourself though it wouldn't help much at this point. He hoped it wasn't what he thought as he slowly looked back towards you, moving closer. Your eyes only met his when he was directly above you, blocking your view of the sky. "Soap..." You coughed right after speaking. Soap's eyes widened upon seeing the blood fill your mouth, spilling out of the sides as you coughed violently, your eyes leaving his.

"C/n...?" "We won right?" "C/n." "We won? God Soap just tell me that we won.." "Y/n!" You looked at him again now noticing the tears that had filled his eyes. "John.." "..We won, Y/n." He frowned, not wanting to accept the truth. "Don't frown...please don't- I don't want you to be sad.." You choked a bit near the end of your sentence as you reached your hand up to his face. "Smile for me Soap...you gotta smile for me please." Tears welled up in your eyes and he wiped his own away, a shaky smile gracing his lips as he tried not to sob. "You're so pretty..." A tear escaped from his eye, usually a compliment from you would make him beam but right now it just felt taunting. "I love you John." "I love you too-" Your hand fell from his face, laying limp at your side. His smile immediately dropped as he started sobbing, barely being able to hold himself up anymore. "Johnny!" He heard Ghost yell as he ran up to him, Price and Gaz following quickly. Upon seeing your form on the ground they all picked up their pace. Ghost kneeled beside his friend, rubbing his back in what he hoped would be a comforting way as he solemnly watched Soap's body violently shake with each sob that left his mouth. Everyone went through a loss that day, and despite the successful mission none were left satisfied with the outcome.

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[love-islike-abomb]

⚡Thunderstruck ⚡

Roman reigns x OC lyric

Warnings: it's LONG!!! Part 2 with smut? Errors I may have missed

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns @niknakbucks92 @windhamsrotunda @weirdgirl16355 @queengreenarrowmia89

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I had been wrestling Carmella when I heard a loud pop and my leg gave out. It felt like someone had kicked me in the back of my ankle! Fuck my Achilles tendon!! I couldn't walk on it, my foot just gave out "son of a bitch!" I yelled watching the ref throw up the x sign. I cried from both pain and sadness realizing I was gonna be out for a while.

The rest of the bloodline had come out and Roman picked me up and carried me to the trainers room while we waited for the doctor to come in. When the doctor came in the adrenaline had worn off and pain was setting in and I started yelling for someone to give me something.

All they could do was put me in the back of an ambulance and take me to the hospital. Roman road with me in the ambulance, trying to comfort me but I was so upset and in so much pain I couldn't focus on anything he said. The ambulance ride seemed like it took forever but it was only maybe 5 minutes. Pain does that to you. They got me into a room and the ER Dr. Came in.

"lyric I'm sorry but your Achilles is completely ruptured. You're gonna need surgery" the Dr said

I felt tears sting my eyes again, realizing I was probably gonna be out for at least a year. "Hey it's gonna be ok" I heard Roman say but the tears started flowing. "She did this on purpose!" I said feeling anger boil up inside of me.

"lyric you don't know that! It's the pain talking" he said walking out to the hallway "is anyone gonna get her something for pain? We've been here 20 minutes and yall have just pussy footed Around!" He said. I knew there was a reason I loved him.

A nurse came rushing in and put something in my IV "Better?" He asked "still hurts I just don't give a fuck now" I smiled. "there's that smile I love to see" he grinned like a Cheshire cat. He gave me a soft kiss before the doctor came in "lyric we're gonna get you into surgery tomorrow. For now we'll keep you as comfortable as we can! You can have morphine every 4 hours and we'll give you some nausea medicine just in case" the Dr said.

"thanks doc" I said finally feeling relief from the pulsating pain in my leg. "Get some rest while you can baby girl. I'll be here when you wake up I'm not going anywhere" he said as he kissed my forehead.

The next morning

"lyric wake up. We're gonna take you into surgery" I heard someone say. I opened my eyes to see a nurse looking at me. "Wheres my husband?" I asked

"right here baby" he smiled walking through the door. "Just went to get some snacks and a drink. I'll see you when you wake up" he said giving me a Kiss. The nurse wheeled me out of my room towards the OR and even though I knew I was gonna be out for a while I couldn't help but think about my return already. I wanted to come back with a bang!!

7 months later

"you're Achilles is healing much faster then we thought! A few more weeks and you should be able to come back" the trainer said.

"really?" I smiled.

"yes!" The trainer smiled "and with survivor series coming up I think you'll be back just in time for it"

I smiled widely "i have some ideas to go over with Hunter before I come back"

I walked down the hall to hunters office and knocked on the door "come in"

I opened the door and walked in, shutting it behind me. "lyric! How's recovery going?" He asked.

"well that's what I wanted to talk to you about. The trainer says Im healing faster then expected and that I should make survivor series" i smiled. "I have some ideas i wanna go over with you"

"we have Roman going against LA knight for the title and Carmella is gonna be in knights corner" hunter smirked. "Perhaps to knock Carmella out of her game for your title match you could be the surprise to be in Romans corner"

"that's actually better then what inhad in mind except i wanna change a few things about my gimmick. I want my theme song to be thunderstruck by acdc and I wanna dress how i feel comfortable. I wanna be the badass rocker chick that I am!" I said

"I like the way you think lyric. Let me talk to a few people and I'll let you know in a few days what we're gonna do. If you wanna tell Roman about this-" I cut him off

"I want him to be surprised to!" I said giving him a knowing smile.

Hunter smiled back "coming to your husband's rescue! I like it!"

"let me know what they say and I'll see you later" I said standing up and shaking hunters hand.

"I'll text you so it stays between us" hunter said.

3 weeks later (survivor series)

Knight, Carmella and Roman were already in the ring. My nerves were through the roof but i was excited. My wife was gonna carmella slapping roman and my music was supposed to hit. I watched and i waited. Seconds ticked by like hours.

I knew I was gonna be angry for real at carmella slapping him but the fans didnt know that. It would make for a good visual and add to the storyline. I saw her swing at him and my blood boiled and then the opening cords of my music hit.

"who is this?" Michael Cole said on commentary

I took off down the ramp towards carmella and saw the smile that formed on my husbands face

"that's Roman reigns' wife lyric!" Michael Cole yelled. "She's been off on injury for 9 months!"

I slid in the ring and smiled and Roman who looked at Carmella and knight and smiled "y'all in some deep shit now!" Carmella ran at me but I side stepped her and she fell over the top rope And out of the ring. I followed giving Roman a chance to handle knight. He did his famous roar and took knight out with a spear.

I grabbed a mic and looked At Carmella "hey Carmella! Guess what?" I said trying to catch my breath "you've been ⚡thunderstruck⚡' I yelled as I threw the mic.

Roman stepped out of the ring and wrapped an arm around my waist pulling me in for a kiss, earning us a huge pop from the crowd. He pulled away and leaned towards my ear "that pussy is mine later!" He growled as I bit my lip.

[love-toxin]

but I also kind of want Steve to be mean about being big... want to panic when I see it for the first time and tell him 'maybe we should wait? I don't feel ready yet I'm sorry' and I want him to shush me and go 'don't worry we'll make it fit baby' and force himself inside of me <3

ok but this is very much s1 steve mixed with billy loomis from the original scream and im into it >:)

(cws: toxic steve, dubcon, size difference)

"I thought you said you wanted to do it with me?"

Steve's sweet eyes pull on your heartstrings like they always do, but it's less innocent when he's rubbing the tip of his cock against you, guiding it with a firm hand while the other is pushing up on your knee to keep your legs spread. He's been waiting for this for so long and you don't wanna disappoint him, you never do, but....

"But you're too big, Steve.." You sniffle, fear pricking at the corners of your eyes. "It's gonna hurt."

"It's not gonna hurt," He insists. "I would never hurt you."

That's true, he wouldn't--but that's when he can help it, and there's nothing that can help how hung he is. You never knew, he'd never bragged about it, just gave you that smirk whenever you seemed a little curious about his size. Either way you don't feel ready now, and you just wanna push your leg back down and stop before you really get hurt.

But being either blind or ignorant to that fear, Steve angles himself down a little more and starts pressing himself harder against you, there's so much resistance you can't even tell that he's entering you until you feel that twinge of sudden pain--and it doesn't stop, it doesn't dull down like he said it would, and you push on his chest with a squeal for him to cut it out.

"Shhh, sh, it's okay, it'll be okay....fuck..." His soothing whispers shift to moans so quickly, his eyes screwing shut and snapping back open so he can watch you part around him. "So fucking tight...knew you'd feel good.."

"It hurts, Steve!" You cry out, tears pooling in your eyes and trailing down your cheeks.

"It's just the tip, don't worry about it..." He groans, pushing your knee back further until it's pinned to your chest and a burning sensation flares up in your thigh muscles. "We'll make it fit, baby. You'll feel good in a sec."

The stinging sensation in your lower region says otherwise, burning pain that feels too intense to be benign--but as much as you're mad at him for pushing you, the kiss he takes from your lips is comforting, and his hand lifting up to push your hair from your face as he looks down on you even more so.

"Feel that?" He murmurs, guiding your hand down to where you've been joined and brushing your fingertips over his cock, the little more than half that hasn't disappeared inside you yet. "This is how much more I love you. You want more of Stevie's love, right?"

Tired, pained, weepy, you nod your head in defeat and let him kiss your tears away as he slides in more, deeper, those inches hurting less as your body stretches to fit his size, being molded to be the perfect fit for him. And he's right, it does feel good--the fullness if nothing else, the more pleasurable stretch as he glides in as deep as your walls will allow, and suddenly you're feeling a bit meek and embarrassed at putting up a fuss. Stevie's always right. It feels too good to be true.

"Stevie..." Your arms loop around his neck, pulling him in closer to whisper shyly against his lips. "Wan' more..."

"That's my baby," He grins ear-to-ear, petting your hair as he lets your leg down to hitch it around his waist, the other following suit close behind it. He sinks against you, pinning you beneath him with no escape, and sighs as that last little breadth of space disappears and his balls rest snugly against your skin where they belong. "Told you you'd like it. Now show my cock how sorry you are, mkay?"

[melodic-river]

Couldn't wait? -

Tw : smut, swearing ( this is my first thing so it's gonna be bad)

Description : Evan comes home, and he's horny :))

Evan peters x female reader

I hear the keys jingle in the keyhole, and then hear the door being pushed open, "Sweetie, I'm home." I watch as Evan comes through the doorway and puts down his bags, and then shuts the door behind him. "Hey, how was your day?" I ask, standing up from my position on the couch, "Pretty good, I just..i..i need you." I put on a fake puzzled expression, knowing fully well this is because of the nudes I sent earlier today. "What do you mean?" I stifle a laugh under my breath as Evan rolls his eyes, "I mean...this." He pulls out his phone and shows me the nudes I sent him in my new 'pajamas'. "I was just showing off my outfit, don't you like it?" I playfully smile at Evan, who just glares at me.

"Of course I fucking love it, you got my dick hard right before I was going to film a damn scene! I had to make an excuse, and head off to my trailer, and then..you know the rest." Evan scratches his head in embarrassment, but..there's also a hint of need and longing, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭..I grab Evan's hand and lead him to our bedroom, who now has a boyish smirk on his face, like a schoolboy who got the girl that everyone liked. I slide off my shirt, and work on undoing my bra, while Evan...watches. "We can't have sex if you don't get naked, sweetie." He then breaks out of his trance, and begins unbuttoning his shirt, 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘴..

Finally..we're both naked and ready. Evan starts to pump a finger inside of me, getting me prepped for what's to cum..(get it? Ok, ok, sorry I'm lame) Before I know it, I have three fingers, pumping in and out of my pussy, and Evan hovering above my legs, lip tucked between his teeth as he concentrates on the task. "Evan, stop teasing..im ready." At my words, he removes his fingers and sticks them in his mouth, getting my slick off his fingers. "You sure..? My dick 𝑖𝑠 pretty huge." I roll my eyes and laugh, "𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺? Please, don't flatter yourself." Evan rolls his eyes and positions his cock at my entrance, ready for penetration.

" Fuckkk.." I hear Evan groan as he thrusts into my heat, pushing me into the bed. I moan as Evan decides to thrust deeper into me, his legs trembling with the amount of pleasure this gives him. "God, I'm gonna cum, baby.." I was almost damn neared speechless.."You're gonna cum, already?" Evan nods hastily, groaning as I move slightly, "How do you-" Evan interuppts my sentence by kissing my neck lightly, "Can I cum in you?" He asks, hesitation lingering in his tone, "U-uh..yeah, I'm on the pill." A few seconds later, I feel a warmth spread inside me. He then pulls out, and closes his eyes. It takes a couple seconds for Evan to regain composure, but when he does, he clutches the blanket in his left hand and uses it to wipe our combined juices off his cock, "Let's go for a shower, im sooo tired." I nod exhaustingly as he carries me to our shower.

The enddddd.

This is my first story/fic

I hope it's good 😭

( please don't copy it or steal it because yknow crime :D)

[sinning-23]

Socket Wrench: Chapt. 3

Sooooo this chapter ended up being kinda lengthy ngl. Im REALLY tryna build that tension between DK and the reader but also make it kinda awkward cause they just met but they can't help but like take jabs and flirt back and forth with each other cause they've gotten a bit comfortable with one another. ANYWHO, enjoy! Maybe 3-4 more chapters after this annnnd then it shall be COMPLETE lol.

ALSO, Chapter 2 found here

ok, I'm done fr. enjoy :D

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Chapter 3: Blow dice, Kiss tires

“So we ambush them at the end of this road?” You question making sure you got all the details right as Peach nods sternly. 

The plan was to use the carts to try and get to Bowser before he even knew it and not only save Luigi but the Mushroom and Jungle Kingdoms from being attacked. If he was coming to the Princess he wasn't going to just stop there, he’d take over everything. The next step was to prepare, and quickly. Luckily, the garage wasn't too far, and based on what you’d learned from your last time being there, they could build their carts easily, and you'd be able to finish yours with that kind of tech. 

“Let's make moves then.” You hum, leading the way to the garage, DK close behind. 

There were a few things that needed to be addressed but you kept your mouth shut, trying not to think about how well this whole plan would play out. Worse comes to worse, you die here or even one of them gets hurt and the plan goes to shit. You sigh heavily, gaining even more of DK’s attention as if he wasn't burning holes into you every time he thought he could catch a glance at you while you walked. 

“You look tense,” He begins, following you to your bike once the garage is opened, trying to get you to break your silence. 

“I'm kind of freaking out, but it's fine.” You admit, trying to shake your nerves off as you place the tires onto the bike you crafted, the model and color of the rims contrasting nicely with the overall build.

“You're gonna be fine, just stick close to me, and no worries.”He offers, voice raised an octave

“With how you got your shit rocked earlier? I’ll take my chances.” You shoot back jokingly as he laughs sarcastically at the jab. 

“Very funny.” He responds, watching you work in awe. You moved so quickly yet so precisely. He had hardly noticed you placing the final details before hopping on and revving it. 

“Perfect.” You whisper out, jutting your head for him to come closer. 

“Kiss 'em.” You chuckle, motioning towards the tires. 

“What? Why?” He laughed back, trying to figure out where you were trying to go with this. 

“For luck, it's like blowing dice right?” You question, revving the engine again.

“I need all the luck I can get pretty boy. So how about this, you kiss my tire and I’ll kiss yours. Deal?” You joke, seeing him shake his head as you hop off the bike, a flustered look on his face. 

“I'm just messing with you, let me change and I'll be back to help with the rest of the karts.” You gulp, patting DK’s shoulder before heading off. 

He shakes his head, making his way to his own kart. Kiss the tires? Weird request but you did ask nicely. Though, he was more reeling over you calling him ‘pretty boy’ more than anything. 

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Not much time had passed when you returned, a biking suit matching your motorcycle much like how the Princesses matched her own. Guess great minds thought alike. 

“Looks nice, yeah? You should take a picture, it'll last longer.” You hum, catching DK eyeballing you a little bit longer than usual. He smirks at your statement, watching you fix your boots.

 You pause for a moment, motioning for him to come closer, which he has absolutely no problem doing. Before he can even process what you were trying to do, your fingers are already adjusting his tie with a soft smile. 

“Now we both look nice.” You hum, driving forward and leaving him somewhat slack-jawed

It was about time for you all to leave, the bike and karts aline revving to prepare for the battle ahead. You sigh, rolling your bike next to the Princess as she smiles back at you, happy to have another woman on the team. Girlbossing alone gets exhausting after a bit. You rev your bike and dart out, eager to get to where you needed to as Peach follows next to you.

You hadn’t been able to ride a kart on your own yet, but damn did it feel nice speeding on these foreign roads, the wind blowing your braids back, the ponytail you once had discarded for your usual down look. You were so caught up in your own head you hadn't noticed Peach trying to get your attention.

“So, did they make you duel too?” She jokes, keeping up the conversation. You giggle in response

“Fortunately for me no, I wouldn't have won that fight. DK seems to know what he's doing. I just proved myself by working on the karts. It was fairly simple to understand.” You explain, a prideful look splayed over your features.

“I see. Soooo, that's why you two are on good terms, or maybe?” She side-eyes you, smirking but you quickly shut it down. 

“Oh stop! He just showed me around the kingdom and the garage…and we talked.” You explain, reminiscing over the eye contact and light touches. Hell, even the quick interaction from the garage. How stupid was that to ask him to ‘kiss the tires’ jesussssss. 

“Wait no! Listen, he's a prince and I'm some random girl from Brooklyn. Besides I mean I'm sure he's got plenty of fans drooling over him. Honestly, I don't know how to feel, he's such a dork.” You giggle, trying not to steal a glance at him and failing. Looks like a quiet conversation with Mario surprisingly. 

“Honestly, I wouldn't mind staying here with him. He may seem like a showoff, which is very true but he's a sweetheart under it all. I actually think he wants me to stay too.” You explain, that same hotness crawling up your spine and into your face.

It wasn't long before Mario drove up beside her, also striking up a conversation while you lean back and take his previous place next to DK. The silence seemed to drag on as you both looked at each other simultaneously, only to look away and clear your throat. There's definitely tension here, awkward, flirty, or otherwise and god was it suffocating. 

“How's it riding?” He chokes out, trying to cover up his embarrassment. 

“Oh, um it's perfect! I’ve never built my own bike before.” You giggle, adjusting the way you were sitting, catching his eyes again. 

“I'd hope so, otherwise that kiss was for nothing.” He quips, avoiding your gaze with that stupid boyish grin. 

He actually did it for you?

“You…really?” You sigh, heart beating out of your chest as your face feels as if it's gonna melt from how hot it is. 

“Yeah, I figured why not. The fact that you suggested it was cute.” He admits, seeing you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“Didn't think you’d take me seriously, I didn't even follow through with the deal.” You hum, finally gaining the courage to look at him

“I know, you can make it up to me later.” He chuckles, the statement laced with something suggestive.

You speed up, seeing the ramp come to an end, DK catching up behind you as you begin following down Rainbow Road. There wasn't much left to cover before you made it to your destination, and anxiety eats away at you.  It wasn't hard for DK to tell so he sped up just to catch up to you, wanting to keep you from isolating yourself. 

“The crease on your forehead is gonna be permanent if you keep looking like that.” DK jokes, poking the spot as you smile into the touch a bit, pulling away just before he could notice. 

“I know, I know. Just nervous.” You admit, a heavy sigh filling the air. 

“I get it. A lot has happened to you so far. Like I said, just stay close.” He hums, shooting you a smile you so desperately needed to see. 

You giggle a bit, shaking your head. 

“Hey, I got a question about that duel earlier.” You add, seeing his interest spike. He loves answering questions you had for him, and it seemed he was comfortable enough to ramble on and on about whatever the next topic led to. And you were happy to listen. 

“You have a theme song? That's actually hilarious, but kinda cute.” You joke, as his face seems to flush and he clears his throat. 

“I-I didn't think you were paying attention to that.” He admits, trying to avoid your teasing gaze. 

“Ohhhh I paid quite a lot of attention to your showing off, saw you flex, kiss your muscles, pop your pecs, and thrust the air back to back…You’re quite the showoff aren't you?” You taunt, a laugh escaping your throat. 

He’s cute when he’s embarrassed, hand gripping the wheel for dear life and he looks elsewhere.

“Ohhh don't get shy now. Your fans adored it, and I'll admit, watching you fight was pretty fun. You play dirty though.” You explain, noticing his once embarrassed expression warp into a flirty smile.

“First of all, I'm like, the most UN-SHY person you’ll ever meet. And second, you just admitted to liking the show, so I must be doing something right huh? I bet you liked me playing ‘dirty’ huh?” He bites back, watching you freeze up.  

It was your turn to be shy now. 

“Y-You… I never said-....shut up and drive boy.” You sputter, trying to hide the fact that you may or may not have exposed yourself. He laughs in response, shaking his head at how you could dish it out but not take it. Despite the moment being nice, something was wrong….If this Bowser was any kind of smart, he would have insight into your plan and come up with some kind of counterattack.

And sure enough, there was a brigade of soldiers from who you could only assume was Bowser. “It's an ambush!” Peach calls as you speed up on your bike, trying to figure out the best strategy. 

The rest of the army speeds up as well and war ensues upon the road ahead, shells and banana peels flying from either end, anyone bound to get caught in the crossfire. You dodge a red shell, using one of the other koopas as a projectile, tossing the shell over your shoulder and passing one to the princess. 

You managed to get separated from the main group, a gang of 4 hot on your tail as you try to lose them, slamming on your breaks as they speed past and you make a U-Turn, heading back to the group. 

The sound of screeching tired and angry shouting fills your ears all before a loud boom shakes the road, making you lose balance off your bike and fall off. The blast was looser than you expected, the wave sending you backward and leaving your ears ringing. The world spins as you try to regain balance, a sense of panic taking over as you hear Peach call for Mario and sure enough falling into the water below, was Mario and DK. 

Your feet move on their own, your books padding against the road as you try to dodge debris and dive in after them. DK was almost immediately knocked unconscious by a tire that had fallen, leaving you and Mario to swim after him to pull him back to the surface. You’re 

gasping for air, trying to catch your breath as you choke on the salty ocean water.

 “Find something to float on!” You cough out, grabbing onto whatever you could while DK chokes out the water he swallowed.

“You saved my life.” He huffs, more surprised that Mario did but grateful you helped as well.

"Yeah well, I won't tell anyone," Mario responds, hoping for a lil camaraderie.

"Good please don't," Gk responds, seeing you snicker and shake your head. The moment was unfortunately cut short as the three of you found yourselves scrambling to get away from an eel that was hellbent on swallowing you whole. 

-Meanwhile-

Peach speeds down the remainder of the road to get back to her kingdom. The plan had obviously failed and as far she knew, you Mario, and DK were as good as gone. The Kong army had been captured and scooped away to be held as prisoners by Bowser. There was almost no time to evacuate the kingdom but she was quick and concise in her decision, rushing any of her citizens to safety before preparing to face Bowser alone. 

The ground shook and trembled as his floating castle hovered overhead. It was now or never, if she could at least keep him occupied here and keep her subjects safe, she’d fight til the end. She was surrounded now with Toad by her side as she held her weapon defensively. 

-at the bottom of the FUCKING ocean-

You're pacing now, trying to see if this eel had an exit. Hell if it wasn't gonna open from the front your best bet was the back, but after walking for so long you figured there was no use. Your head is pounding and your clothes are soaked. It's dark and cold and you're trying to figure out how this whole ordeal would be explained to your dad when you never came home.

You sigh heavily, holding your head in your hands, peeling off the soaked biking jacket, and dropping it beside DK’s busted kart. Pausing for a moment, hearing footsteps approach you and of course, DK decides you look like you need some company. 

“How’re you holding up?” He asks, standing beside you as you sigh heavily and shake your head no.

“Why did you dive in after us? You could have gone with the princess to help her-”

“And leave you here to drown? Yeah right. I know it wasn't the smartest but it's like my body moved on its own.” You admit hands clenched at your sides. 

“I guess I've grown a lot more attached to you than I thought.” You hum, seeing his eyes soften at your frantic state. 

“Attached how?” He presses, hoping you'd be the first to confess the growing feelings in the pit of your stomach just so he could have a chance to confess and make it less awkward.

“I-...I don’t know, I just think we’ve grown closer as friends so far.” The word is bitter on your tongue and damn does your chest ache when his lips press in a line and he nods slowly. Ouch.

“Yeah, yeah totally me too.” He hisses out, rocking back and forth a bit to try and clear the tension.

“…”

“....”

“Any ideas? You huff out, forcing yourself to talk away from the situation despite feeling every bone in your body tell you not to. 

Bits of swallowed Rainbow Road illuminate the area as Mario shakes his head, nothing coming to mind. Your hands shake as you pace again, Mario and DK’s eyes following your panicked state. 

“Everything was going so well, I shouldn't have let you guys down there and separated from the group I-I could have done something.” You ramble, chest rising and falling quicker with every word you ramble. 

“Hey, it's not your fault…IT'S HIS!” DK points, Making the Italian furrow his brows. 

An argument was sure to ensue now, insults being thrown back and forth while you contemplate your existence. You tried to devise a plan but nothing was coming to mind. The sound of bickering was getting louder and it sure as hell wasn’t helping your situation. 

“At least you’ll die without your father thinking you’re a joke.” DK huffs, looking more defeated than anything. 

At the end of the day, he was probably acting how he did because he wanted his father's approval. You knew that feeling too well…Back home the only thing you wanted was for your dad to acknowledge how hard you work. You stopped eventually, realizing that you should be proud of yourself regardless of what he or others think. He settled for the same old 9-5 he hated and you followed your heart and dreams. If anything that was far more commendable. 

“My dad thinks I'm a joke too,” Mario confirms, the air thick for a moment as DK breathes heavily going to speak again. 

“Yeah well….YOUR DAD'S RIGHT!” He shoots back, making you pinch the bridge of your nose as they continue to bicker back and forth. 

“ALRIGHT GIRLS.” You interrupt, scowl present as they take the hint to stop. 

Arguing wasn't going to solve anything.

“We all have daddy issues, fantastic. Now can we figure out how to get out of here and prove them wrong?” You question, a brow raised as you look between the two of them. 

“There has to be a way out...it's not rocket science.” You chuckle, realization hitting you.

“Wait wait….your kart. Follow me!” You interrupt, booking it to the discharged kart with one lone rocket looking like a glimmering beacon of hope. The three of you share a look. 

Let's get this shit.