#this took forever to get into words lmao oops

[taegimood]

— bestfriend!ot5’s reaction to you offering to help with their boner ♡

pairing: ot5 x fem!reader (separate) rating: nsfw, mdni wc: almost 3k oops 😭 warnings: some smut (oral obviously, m receiving), suggestiveness, perviness, pet names (babe, sweetheart, pretty girl), tiniest but brief bit of angst in tyun’s, some alcohol in jun’s, beomgyu being an annoying brat lmao

a/n - this took me forever to start (and to finish.. all in one sitting rip my eyeballs) but i loved writing this omg who wants a pt 2 follow-up 🫢

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yeonjun: this is the moment he’s been waiting for, y’all

it’s just like any other tipsy late-night shit-talk sesh on yeonjun’s living room floor, until it’s not. you’ve been lazily sitting against the foot of his couch facing each other while joking about beomgyu’s latest failure to get laid when somehow the conversation turns to your own personal sex lives. it’s not like you’ve never talked about that stuff with jun before; you’re best friends, after all. but something about tonight feels different. maybe it’s because you’ve been drinking, maybe it’s because the dim lighting of his living room is giving it a strangely sensual vibe, or maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you- facing you with his chin in his hand as his elbow rests up on the couch cushion, eyes more lidded than usual and sculpted collarbone peeking out from the sweater that at some point had slipped down his shoulder- but when the topic turns to your experiences with oral and he’s in the middle of complaining about how his last fling always gave him the worst head, what comes out of your mouth as you suddenly interrupt him is a shock to the both of you.

“i could do better.”

yeonjun’s eyebrows shoot up. the words had died on his lips. your own eyes are wide as you freeze, before fidgeting nervously, attempting damage control. “i mean.. from what i’ve been told. just saying.” you swallow hard as you inwardly kick yourself, avoiding his eyes and his silence as you bring the bottle of soju you’d been sharing to your lips in an attempt to feign casualty.

“is that an offer?”

it’s your turn to be speechless, nearly choking as you set the bottle down a little too hard, turning quickly to stare at him in shock; oh, he’s not joking. he watches you expectantly, a level expression on his face; though if you were to blink, you’d miss the smirk that his lips were threatening to inch up into. when your gaze flickers down to see the tent in his sweatpants that he hasn’t even bothered trying to cover, you swallow hard. the tiny crush you’ve always harbored for your best friend suddenly seems not so unreciprocated after all. you collect yourself. you’ve gotta be cool about this.

“well… do you want it to be?”

your best friend’s hands wrapped in your hair and his shameless moans filling the room as he pumps his cock in and out of your throat isn’t exactly how you imagined the night to go, but here you are! you can already tell from the lewd promises and filthy praises that he’s groaning out as you swallow around him — your legs will definitely be sore in the morning. <3

soobin: soobin.exe has stopped working

he didn’t mean for you to see, he really didn’t. you weren’t supposed to be home for another 15 minutes; what else was he supposed to do when it’s the first time all week that his hermit of a roommate has finally left their shared apartment and he hasn’t been able to comfortably get himself off since last weekend?

your convenience store run ended in disappointment as the tuna gimbap roll you were craving turned up empty on the shelves. with a grumble you had just grabbed the nearest container of ramen and a snack for soobin before trekking back to your apartment sooner than hoped for (by either party..), not in the mood to sit there and eat as you’d originally planned; but unbeknownst to you, soobin hadn’t heard you arrive back home, and also unbeknownst to you, he was stuck in a very… compromising position.

“soob, they didn’t have the- oh, fuck.”

rounding the corner into the living room to see your best friend seated on the couch with his sweatpants shoved down around his hips and his head thrown back as his hand fists up and down his very hard - very big cock - was definitely not on your daily bingo card. (or your lifetime one either, to be quite frank.) at the sound of your voice he’s acting faster than you’ve ever seen him move, a pillow shoved over his lap and his large figure smushed back into the couch cushions so quick that you question whether you even saw his cock at all, or if it was just your mind playing tricks on you. you decide that it wasn’t the latter, however, at the sight of his bright red face and quick, heavy breaths- a deer in headlights as his mouth opens and closes for a few moments, trying to find the words to speak.

you’re in the same boat — what are you supposed to say? hey, sorry that i caught you trying to get yourself off in our shared space that i also own which you’re very much aware of? and by the way your cock is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen and i want it in my-

wait, what? you don’t even have time to process the sudden warmth between your thighs as soobin finally finds his words. well, kind of. “i-i’m so sorry, i swear i didn’t- i was just trying to- i thought you’d still be a while, i- it’s been so long since i-“ he cut himself off at the last part, an even deeper blush coming over his cheeks at his accidental admission. wonderful, now she’s gonna think i’m some sort of incel. but the last thing that either of you ever expects is happening as you step forward carefully, approaching his shocked form on the couch before stopping to maintain some distance.

“soob.. do you want help?”

let’s just say that his best friend slotted between his thighs as she bobs her head up and down his fat cock with eager moans and a mix of spit and pre-cum lewdly dribbling down her chin wasn’t exactly on soobin’s bingo card, either. but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t pay you back for it right after. <3

beomgyu: *laughs in your face* 👁️👄👁️ switch-up

um, did he hear that right?? it was an innocent instance of you utterly roasting each other into the grave with bullying remarks, just another tuesday for the pair of you- you’re just sitting on your bed in your usual criss-cross legged gossip-time position when beomgyu apparently decides that he’s bored laughing at something soobin did and chooses you as the better candidate to laugh at instead. the plushie of yours that he’d had resting in his lap is now a method of defense as you attempt to thwap him over the head with your own plushie, yelling at him to “take it back!” as he cackles mercilessly after claiming “at least soobin can get bitches if he stops being shy enough, you’re just an all-around lost cause.”

“you don’t even know what you’re talking about!!!” you whine as you finally manage to knock him onto his back, going in for the kill as your leg swings over one of his, your plushie smushing down into his face as his now-muffled giggles still ring out annoying as ever. “i get bitches too!” you defend yourself, although even your own words immediately cause you to cringe; damn, you really do sound like a loser, huh? but your momentary lapse of attention has beomgyu knocking your plushie away, laughing even louder as he responds “that is EXACTLY what someone who can’t get bitches would say.” you groan and smack his chest, rolling your eyes as he cradles himself dramatically. “you’re literally wrong. i’ve dated before! like once. and there was that other guy from the smoothie place last year.. we, like, hung out a few times.” but you’re mumbling now, pathetic to your own ears as beomgyu’s shit-eating grin grows with each word.

“you’re kinda proving my point, here, babe.” you shiver at the pet name, however condescending his tone may be. god, how is he still so attractive even when you want to strangle the fuck out of him? “you’re so cocky,” you complain with another roll of your eyes, an attempt to both distract yourself from beomgyu and distract beomgyu from the humiliating topic. he sits up to lean back on his hands as it’s clear you’re finished with your little murder attempt. “yeah, cuz of my monster cock.. that can get bitches.”

that’s it. the sudden urge to prove yourself to him overtakes you as you snap back, “i bet your ‘monster cock’ has never even seen head as good as what i can give.” another laugh— until he realizes you’re serious. the smile falls right off of his face. you don’t miss the way his fists clench around the blanket he’s leaning back on; or the slight strain in his voice as he answers, voice suddenly low and almost breathless- “yeah?”

you were right; beomgyu’s cock has never gotten head as good as what you’re giving him right now as your throat bottoms out with a filthy gag, no hesitation when you lift off with a pop before sucking on him hard enough to send his head reeling. you know what.. maybe beomgyu wouldn’t mind being proved wrong more often after all. but of course, he has to prove himself to you now, too. <3

taehyun: “if… you want to” he definitely wants to

taehyun was stressed. that was clear to anybody; the recent storm closing the businesses down for the week, including the local gym, and his own job that he of course relied on to pay rent. you had been over at his apartment when the weather took a turn for the worse; so now here you were, snowed in with no where to go, forced to work from taehyun’s computer, eat his food, and wear his clothes. (the latter of which neither of you would admit to being turned on by. …….yet.) taehyun was doing his best to work out from home with what little equipment he had, although he wasn’t able to do much, which frustrated him to no end — not as much because he was a gym rat, but more because it was his primary stress reliever. so today it doesn’t help, of course, that his pretty best friend is currently sat at his desk in one of his baggy sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants that she had to roll 6 times to fit her little legs.

he didn’t mean to snap at you. when you accidentally knocked his extra monitor off the desk and onto the floor, cracking the screen, it was just because you turned around too fast— you were excited to see him :(— but it’s the last straw of the day for taehyun. he can’t work out properly, his job isn’t paying him during the off-time, he’s had a constant boner from you hanging around in his clothes all week, and now- now he’ll need to go get his stupid monitor fixed once the weather clears up. “shit, tae, i’m so sorry-“

“god, why are you so fucking clumsy, y/n?”

the silence causes instant realization as his eyes snap up to meet your wide, now-watery ones. “i’m.. i’m sorry..” you whisper, and immediately he wants to punch himself. “fuck,” he groans as he shakes his head, coming to kneel down in front of the chair you were still sitting in. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to snap at you like that. you’re not clumsy. i know it was an accident, please don’t cry.. i’ll pay for the monitor. it wasn’t your fault.” he’s murmuring while he soothes his hand up and down your arm. you’re shaking your head as you wipe at your eyes. “no, no, it��s okay; i know you didn’t mean to snap. i’m still sorry though. let me help pay for it…. i know you’ve been stressed, tyunnie.” you say the last part quieter, gentler as you meet his eyes. he hates that his cock twitches in his pants at something so innocent; but what you say next makes him feel much better about his own perverted thoughts.

you’re nervous about your next words. you really hope you’ve been reading the room right this last week. “let me help you..?”

his eyes widen, before he quickly recovers in an attempt to keep a level expression. “help.. me?” do you mean what he thinks you mean??? “the weather still sucks. there’s not much you can do, sweetheart.” he chuckles, testing the waters with a pet name as he studies your face carefully for a reaction. his eyes flicker down and quickly back up when your thighs squeeze together marginally in response. a-ha. “no, tyun… let me help you here.” you whisper with a soft, testing touch to the band of his sweatpants. oh, so you definitely mean what he thinks you mean.

who really needs the gym or your own closet after all, when you look so pretty on your knees for him with his cock down your throat as he calls you his pretty girl and promises to fuck you so good later just like you deserve? not the two of you, apparently. <3

huening kai: *spits out his drink* coughing fit

kai wasn’t kidding when he told you that he might be too busy to hang out if you came over, although this wasn’t exactly what you’d had in mind. when you headed over to his apartment you figured he was caught up studying for some big exam or something of the like; what you didn’t think you’d find was him yelling into his headset at beomgyu as his fingers flew over the buttons of his controller, leaning forward in his seat with crazy eyes and 3 open cans of energy drinks next to the screen. you sigh. “kai, really? this is what you meant by ‘too busy’..?” he jumps slightly at the sudden sound of your voice in his room, but doesn’t turn around. “y/n! yeah, sorry- i’m just in the middle of- FUCKING MOVE, BEOMGYU! of a tournament right now, been trying to rank up for hours- BEOMGYU!!!”

you wince at the intermittent screaming, plopping down on his bed to watch as you hear gyu’s protests of self-defense piercing through your best friend’s headset. “i think you’ll need a hearing aid after this..” you mumble, receiving no response as expected. however, you get bored after scrolling through your phone for a while, sulking shamelessly at the lack of attention you were receiving — although you were warned that if you came over he might not have any to give. you sigh, but you understand; these tournaments are important to hyuka, even if you couldn’t care less about them yourself. don’t get me wrong, you love gaming too, especially with your friends— especially with kai — but you weren’t exactly as obsessed as they were when it came to being the biggest legend in this group of - you squint - 100 players that this world has ever seen.

selfishly, you had almost even hoped for more from this evening… you’ve been trying to drop hints lately at your feelings for kai, although your level of success was yet to be determined. this would be the first instance all week that you’d have some alone time together; despite his claim to busyness, you still figured you’d try your luck by coming over. you eye the 3 energy drinks and his bouncing legs with a chuckle. what are my options here? hmm.. you’d worn some particularly short shorts tonight, knowing he’d definitely notice the plushness of your thighs.. experimentally, you stand up and approach his desk, standing next to it so he’d be able to see you if he shifted his eyes to the right. “hyuka, want me to get you some water? i don’t think you need any more of these.” you fiddle with one of the cans on his desk. he hums distractedly in response; you can tell he hadn’t heard what you said. “hyuka..” this time you reach out to card your fingers through his hair, effectively causing his fixed stare to snap briefly over to you in surprise; ‘briefly’ turning into a momentary distraction as his gaze catches onto your shorts, flitting back and forth between the screen and your soft thighs. “h-huh?”

“some water?” you repeat innocently. “o-oh, uh, yeah..”

when you come back, to say you’re shocked is an understatement as the bulge in his shorts has seemingly popped up out of no where, and the bright pink blush on his cheeks tells you he knows it, too. you don’t realize you’re standing there staring at it with the glass of water still in your hand until kai quickly mutes his mic, eyes still glued to the screen as he groans “i’m so sorry y/n, please don’t think i’m gross, i- i had no time to grab a pillow, we’re in the middle of a battle and my score is-“ wordlessly, you’re sinking to your knees and situating yourself beneath the desk. his bouncing legs freeze. “what- fuck, w-what are you-“

“can i help you? you can keep playing your game,” you ask sweetly. the sight of your innocent eyes blinking up at him nearly has him cumming in his shorts then and there as he breathes out, “fuck- are you sure?”

you definitely show him how sure you are as you worship his cock with your throat, all sloppy and wet, making sure his mic stays muted so beomgyu can’t hear the way you’re making him whine and moan as he bucks his hips up into your mouth the best he can. now just wait until his tournament is over and he has you all to himself. <3

[marleyybluu]

The Nanny

Part 4

Rio x fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: angst (I think lol), our favourite couple part their ways for now, Nick being a nosey weirdo, sad Rio, sad reader. Idk I think that’s it.

A/N: I know this is a bit short and (surprise) no smut lol but we will get there dw. this is (kind of) a filler. Also if you’re new, check out my master list for parts 1-3 ❤️cus I’m too lazy to link them here lmao oops

It'd been two weeks since Y/n's encounter with the blonde lady. Elizabeth. Her name was Elizabeth. She noticed it at the top of the ultrasound. That ultrasound felt like it was forever engraved in her mind. She hadn't talked to Rio about it yet, she didn't know if she wanted to. Y/n wasn't really an angry or confrontational person, but when it came to it, she could explode and if it was going to be like that she didn't want Marcus to hear anything.

So, until then, she played her part as usual. Well, the affection she delivered had shortened, and that was very noticeable for Rio. They were practically living in each other's skin half the time and now he suddenly felt cold and that's what she wanted.

"Y/n." She felt something poking her hip, she blinked a few times zoning back in and looking down to see poor Marcus attempting to receive her attention. "Sorry, honey, what's going on?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to put my plate in the sink." She shifted over allowing him access to the sink, she continued to wash the dishes and hummed a tune that was repetitive in her head. "Do you know when Daddy will be home?"

She shook her head. "No idea bud." Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Y/n turned off the water and dried her hands lightly jogging through the short hallway to get to the door. She held her breath as she unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Oh, hi." It was Rio's brother... cousin... whichever. "Hey... you." She awkwardly greeted him, she forgot his name. He chuckled reaching out his hand, "Nick."

"Right, Nick, sorry." She shook his hand, a little longer than she wanted to, his grip was a little tight on her. "What can I help you with?"

"Is my brother here?"

Y/n smirked. "Thought he was your cousin." He was amused.  "Anyway, he's not here yet but he should be home soon if you want to wait for him." She stepped aside inviting him inside the house, she closed the door behind him. He took off his shoes and wandered off at the sound of Marcus' voice. "Uncle Nick!"

"Hey buddy, what's going on? What are you watching?"

"Bluey."

Y/n chimes in. "As always. And remember our deal, after this episode, you hit the shower and hit your bed okay?"

Marcus pouted and delivered those sweet brown puppy eyes. "What about Dad?" She groaned internally, he had school tomorrow and she did not need him to be up all night and end up sleeping in the next day. "I'll send him upstairs as soon as he's through that door okay?"

"Okay." He agreed and sat back down on the couch. She turned over to Nick and smiled. "Would you like anything?" He put his hand up and shook his head. "I couldn't intrude like that."

She reassured him that it was fine, suggesting there was water, juice and wine to choose from. He chose wine. He followed her trail back to the kitchen, he sat on one of the stools and waited patiently, watching her squat down behind the island to reach into a cabinet where she kept her special drinks. She then walked over to the upper cabinets and reached for a glass, her shirt slipping up exposing a bit of her skin, a small silly tattoo of Snoopy sitting on her hip as her sweatpants were almost dangerously low. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip.

She turned back placing the glass on the counter and poured out some liquor. "Not too much gotta drive back."

She hummed and nodded.

"You're okay?" Nick asked. She'd never talked to Nick, had no intention of speaking to him ever again since the dinner at their grandmother's house and judging how stiff Rio acted towards him she didn't really want to expose the problem at hand. So she bit her tongue and nodded.

Well, maybe she didn't bite hard enough.

"Actually, can I ask something?"

"Yeah."

Her nostrils widened as she angrily exhaled through her nose. "Has Rio ever..." Sigh. "When he was with Maria, and she was pregnant... was he sleeping with other people? Or bringing other women around?"

He thought about and she couldn't tell if he was going to save his ass or throw him under the bus. "I mean, they weren't really together when Maria was pregnant, so he still had other women around yeah."

"Okay." She simply replied looking at her wine glass, twirling it around at the stem, the red liquid swishing and swooshing with every movement it almost became hypnotizing. Her ears rang as scenarios filled her head. Was she the other woman that was around? How come no one in his family said anything? Do they not know?

Nick noticed how quiet she was and the coping mechanism she developed sitting there, he gently placed his hand over hers and she stopped playing with the glass. "Are you..."

"No," She quickly answered. "No, I mean I wouldn't be drinking."

Duh. He thought to himself but he had to ask anyway. He leaned forward attempting to pry more out of her without giving himself away. "Do you think-"

She cut him off. "Maria said that when you think you're the only one you're not and-"

Not too much.

"Fuck, I don't know it just got me thinking. And now I'm overthinking."

Before he could reply to her statement Marcus repeatedly squealed.  "Daddy's home! Daddy's home! Y/n! Daddy's home!"

She smiled at his cheery tone. "So I've heard."

Rio's figure came to join the duo in the kitchen, an overgrown Marcus sitting on his hip, just a small reminder that he'd forever be his baby. A very apparent frown played on his face while his eyes darted between her and Nick. "Hey, pretty mama." Immediately asserting his dominance.

"Hi." She nodded before taking another sip of her wine. "Nick... why are you in my kitchen?" He asked with hostility lacing his voice. Nick smirked, always smug at how immediately defensive Rio seemed to get whenever he came around. "Just came to see you, little brother."

Y/n cleared her throat standing up from her seat, she reached out for Marcus who easily transferred over to her, he was reluctant to leave his dad at first, not seeing him all day and only getting a minute with him made him a bit sad, but after a promise from Rio that he'd be up to at least read a story he cooperated and clung to Y/n as she took him upstairs.

While they were getting ready, Y/n's mind couldn't help but wonder about how she'd bring up the situation at hand, the envelope had been tucked under her side of the mattress for a while, maybe that's why she had trouble sleeping too it was taunting her underneath where she lay. She felt a bit of guilt, it was wrong for her to keep this a secret from him, he had the right to know he was having another kid.

Huh.

Another kid.

And it's not with her.

She sighed shaking off the thought, putting it on the back burner for a bit to focus on whatever Roblox game Marcus was trying to teach her to play on his iPad. She couldn't understand why these kids were so into this thing, he was obsessed. He rested his head on her shoulder while she tapped away on the screen. Her character disappeared and respawned in a moment. "What did I do?"

"Someone killed you." He giggled, and she gasped playfully poking his side. "That's not funny, I don't know what I'm doing." She laughed. He took his iPad back showing her once more what to do, a slight knock against the door frame interrupted their time together. Marcus sighed knowing he had to put his device away so he handed it back to her to take downstairs and in the morning he could have it back during breakfast.

Rio smiled. "Picked a book yet?"

Marcus nodded reaching under his pillow and showing him. "Say goodnight to Y/n."

"Night Y/n."

She kissed his head. "Night sweetness. I'll see you when I see you." Strange, Rio thought to himself, she always said she'll see him in the morning.

She walked past Rio, avoiding even an inch of contact with him. He swore he felt a cold air as she passed by, her loving and warmth had suddenly been replaced. Rio poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and nodded. "Cool, let's uh, start reading."

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By the time y/n got downstairs Nick had long disappeared, she sighed placing the yellow envelope on the counter after retrieving it from their room. She needed another glass of wine if she was ever going to get through this. She sat on the stool around the Island and twirled her wine glass once again, staring blankly at it until the sound of descending footsteps brought her back to Earth. "How was your day?" He asked opening the fridge and looking for something to drink or at least snack on.

"Good,"

Sip.

"How was yours?" Her tone was cold and uninterested so he responded with the same simple answer she gave him. "Good."

The silence returned aside from the obnoxious tapping of her fingers against her phone screen. He knew her well enough, when she was making extra noise on purpose she was pissed. Rio shook his head. "What was Nick doing here?"

The tapping stopped. "Came to say hi." She answered placing her phone down on the counter and picking up her wine glass. "Why are you talking to me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you want to pick a fight."

She chuckled pettily. "Hm."

"Y/n-"

"Who's Elizabeth?" She asked finally lifting her head up to look at him, he froze and audibly swallowed. "She's a business partner."

"Is she?" Y/n questioned with a trembling voice. She slid the envelope over to him as he took a seat next to her. "Open it,"

He was lowkey starting to sweat. He fumbled with the envelope until it opened, he reached inside and pulled out the evidence. His eyes fell out of his head and rolled onto the shiny clean floor. "Y/n..."

"Congratulations, I guess." She shrugged. He looked up at the name double checking if it was really Beth's. There's no way this was fucking happening. He'd admit they had their fair share of encounters, maybe one before he met Y/n but there was no way that it resulted in this. She would've told him, or at least he'd hoped she would.

This looked bad, there was no way to weasel out of this when the evidence was right there. What made everything more uneasy is how calm Y/n was being, any other woman would have thrown their wine at him or knocked him with the bottle but she downed the last of the liquid and poured whatever was left of the bottle.

"You think it's a boy or a girl?" She laughed tipsily. "This isn't funny."

"You're right," She sipped. "It's not, but you know... when you've been crying about it for two weeks, you just run out of tears and all you can do is laugh."

She continued. "You laugh and you wonder how you fell so fucking foolishly in love with someone, in such a short time... how in that short time he made you feel so special like you were his world. You fall in love with his son, the sweetest boy you've ever met who tugs at your heart everyday and you think to yourself maybe one day you can give this kid his own little best friend."

Rio dropped his head. "And you come to find out, that- that someone else beat you to it. Is that how you did Maria? I mean she- she told me I'm not the only one, Christopher can never have one girl and I fucking defended you. I was so fucking sure-"

Y/n's voice cracked, and her chin trembled as she fought back a flood of tears but they were no longer tears of sadness, they were angry. Pissed. "I was so fucking sure you wouldn't do that to me."

He didn't know what to say, his mouth ran dry. "I'm... baby, I'm sorry. Look at me, look at me," He put the picture down and grabbed her face forcing her to look at him. Her eyes were so sad, so tired, so broken. He'd never seen her like this, he couldn't believe he was the cause.

"I love you... Y/n. I swear to god, I fucking love you ma. I'm sorry, okay? But you're going to have to believe me when I say this ain't my kid. There's no way. I-it's just been you and me this whole time, baby, I fucking swear."

She sniffled. She could see it, or maybe she just wanted to see it. That he did love her and some part of him was telling her the truth, but bless her heart she didn't know what to believe. It was too much, maybe she moved too fast and this was her consequence, didn't ask enough questions when they started dating and now this was the result. She loved him. God she loved him. Her whole body gravitated towards him and it was so hard to pull away when she found out.

It was hard to pull away now, how close they were in proximity, noses almost touching, foreheads pressed together. He didn't want to let go, this was something he was willing to go to war for. Against her better judgement, she leaned forward connecting their lips.

The love, the regret, the sorrow was all wrapped up in it. Ugh, he tasted like alcohol, probably took a shot before he came home. He smelt so good even after a long day. His lips were so soft, so sweet to her and extra gentle. Their kiss started slow and soon picked up feverishly, she pulled at his shirt, the sudden need for him took over. The two sides of her brain knocked at each other, sleep with him tonight and leave in the morning or leave now and never see him again— let this kiss be the last.

Beep! Beep!

Someone else was there to answer for her. She pulled back but he brought her in, one last kiss. Just one. Y/n pulled back, tugging his hands away from her and she immediately missed them. She stood up and grabbed her keys off the counter. "I made Marcus' lunch... oh, you know the routine."

"Y/n... ma, please..."

She kissed his cheek. "Tell him I'll see him soon, okay?"

"No." He protested. "He can see you tomorrow, in the morning."

"Christopher."

"Y/n."

She wasn't about to argue with him, her sister blowing up her phone letting her know she was outside and to hurry the fuck up. She backed away as slowly as she could, his jaw flexed and his eyes became glossy. He was going to cry. She couldn't watch it otherwise she'd stay and she just needed the space right now. She quickly made her way down the hall with him hot on her trail, she opened the door and wiped a tear that ran down her cheek.

Her sister caught sight of Rio and shook her head. Y/n went on the passenger side.

Just one last glance.

She ducked down and sat, closing the car door. She turned away from her sibling not wanting to be bothered by anyone right now. Understandable.

Rio watched as the car disappeared, the gravel under the tires crunching as she vanished before him. He stood there, dumbfounded. He's fucked up a lot but never like this.

He needed a way to resolve this and he needed it now.

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[berryjoong]

✩ devil by the window - hwang hyunjin - part two ✩

part one

pairing: demon!hyunjin x angel!afab reader

summary: the words hyunjin left you with keep ringing in your ears, there’s only one way to ensure your fate.

song: devil by the window ~ tomorrow x together

word count: 6.4k (oops)

tags: @midsoulz @sanxoxodra

warning: smut under the cut, minors do not interact!! oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), angel x demon dynamics, unprotected sex (pls don’t do this), creampie, egregious of use of the pet name angel, ummmm idk what else to put this is kinda terrible lmao

small a/n: lol part two is finally here!! sorry that took forever i really tried to keep the same dynamics but also slowly change them over time into smth more romantic. this is so long and still under editing but i wanted to finally get it posted! i hope you all enjoy and drop a request if you’d like!

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“you were my mission all along, angel.”

“anytime you wanna give up and come home with me, you’re welcome.”

hyunjin’s words rang in your ears long after he said them. no matter what you did, you couldn’t escape the words running circles in your head. it felt like they followed you wherever you went, haunting the corners of your mind.

it had been a few days since he’d let his true agenda slip, along with an offer for you to “come home” with him. you’d never admit it, but you’d been thinking about it more than you’d ever expected.

you knew what it meant, leaving your own home up in heaven and fully rejecting everything you’d ever known. you couldn’t figure out why you were even thinking of leaving, it wasn’t that you were doing it for love, you didn’t even like hyunjin. and yet, there was something in the deep recesses of your brain that kept telling you to go for it, to just let go and give into what the pesky demon wanted.

all you could chalk it up to was just that you thought it a better fate to leave on your own than be sentenced down to hell if ever anyone discovered what you two did in the shadows.

but then there was the other side of your mind, the more rational side that knew you were crazy. if hyunjin was this insufferable now, what would he be like if you did give in and let him have his way? he’d hold it over your head forever. he’d be able to take the credit for dragging you down and the last thing you wanted to see was his smug smile staring back at you for the rest of eternity.

you knew the smart move was just to wait until your human passed, take their soul back to heaven and just forget everything you’d ever done with the thorn in your side demon.

it was exactly what you planned to do. it was what you had to do and you knew that, too. your human was getting old by this point, you only had to hold out a few years more, no problem.

no problem… right?

right.

hyunjin, on the other hand, was acting like he’d already dragged you down to hell and completed his mission. he sauntered around more than normal, smug little smile plastered on his face as he continued tormenting you as always.

“something on your mind, little angel?” he asked, an eyebrow quirked as he looked at you.

you snapped out of the daze you were in and glared over at him. “whatever i’m thinking is none of your business, demon. if i say another word, you’re liable to just drag me with you.”

hyunjin shrugged nonchalantly as he walked closer to you. “i can’t take you unless you choose to go.”

“and why would i choose to go with you, hmm? i’d never spend an eternity with you if i had a choice.” you held his gaze as he halted his steps in front of you.

“but that’s just it, isn’t it? one little word to your higher ups and your choice goes poof! you know that as well as i.” there was that stupid smile again, as if he knew he had you in his little trap before you’d even said anything.

you shook your head, slowly taking a step back from him. you wouldn’t give him what he wanted, you couldn’t. “i’ll never give into you,” you shot back at him, your eyes burning into his.

hyunjin stepped forward, easily closing the distance between you, small smile growing into something utterly devilish. “we’ll see about that, angel.”

and that was how it continued.

•••

you didn’t know why you’d done it. maybe his words really had scared you that much. either way, there was no going back now. it wasn’t like you had much of a choice anyway, you’d never been good at just denying him and leaving.

your human had finally died. and barely, just barely it seemed, you scraped the soul away from hyunjin and brought it safely up to heaven. in the back of your mind you knew he let you take it, he had his sights set on a mission far above a simple human soul.

and now, here you were, readying yourself to leave heaven, leave your home.

truthfully, you had no obvious reason for leaving, but something inside your brain nagged at you, reminding you of the mischievous gleam in hyunjin’s eyes the last time you saw him. he was up to no good, he never was, and you didn’t want to stay to find out what he’d do with the heavy blackmail he had against you. you hadn’t gone with him and you knew that was a blow to his more than massive ego.

he’d stop at nothing to make sure his mission was completed and so, before he could get you damned for all eternity, you would do it yourself. leaving heaven and turning to the other side was the most damning offense one could commit.

you didn’t feel like you had another choice, it was only a matter of time before your demon counterpart enacted revenge for his failed mission. you’d be damning yourself but anything was better than seeing the smug demon get his way and condemn you himself.

you stopped at the edge of the heavenly threshold, white light still surrounding you, and looked down, down, all the way to the very pits of hell below you. you turned to look back at the gates of your beautiful home once more and felt a single tear roll down your cheek.

taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, and jumped.

•••

“angel? angel, what the fuck are you doing?”

the hushed, hurried words were the first thing you heard as your consciousness started coming back to you. the second thing you noticed was the strong arms that kept you held securely.

that voice though, you’d know it anywhere. it was public nemesis number one and the sole cause of you being here, hyunjin. as soon as you recognized that voice, you tried squirming away, rolling out of the arms that had a hold on you.

“oh no, angel, i have you here, i’m not letting you go now,” the voice said, a sharp chuckle following. you opened your eyes, slowly blinking as the demon’s face focused above you. he seemed focused, perfect eyebrows knitted together as he held you in his arms. you vaguely registered the feeling of walking, a door being shoved open and being set down on a soft surface. a bed?

“wh-what are you doing?” your words were soft and unsure as you kept your eyes trained on the demon that had taken you in. he was walking around the room you were in casually, pulling a blanket out of the small dresser in the corner. hyunjin came back to where you were laid on the bed and spread the blanket across your form.

“i’m just making sure you didn’t get scooped up by any other… lowlifes that stay around here. they’re not all as nice as i am, you know.” he raised an eyebrow, directing a pointed stare your way. “the real question is, what are you doing down here? that was quite a trip and fall you had.”

at his remark you scoffed and looked away from him. “i didn’t fall, i jumped.”

that seemed to pique his interest more, both eyebrows now raised in surprise. “oh, really? and why would you want to do that, hmm?”

“because i didn’t- i don’t trust you,” you sneered back at him. “you didn’t complete your little mission, there’s no way you expect me to believe that you’d play fairly after that. i just figured damning myself was better than you doing it for me.”

hyunjin shrugged, as if contemplating your words. “true, i thought about it, but i figured you’d finish my work for me. and here you are, so it would seem i was right.”

“i did it on my own,” you shot back hotly, “i’m not here because you lured me down here with your smooth words and pretty face.”

“so you think i’m pretty now, do you?” the smug smirk that painted his face had you regretting your words instantly.

you gave him a once over and scoffed once more, rolling your eyes and looking away from him. “you’re a demon, it’s your literal purpose to be pretty and tempt people to follow you down to their infinite demise here.”

“oh, you mean just like you did? it’s okay, angel, it’s not always easy to admit defeat like this.” hyunjin’s sarcastically sympathetic tone mocked you as the smirk on his lips grew ever wider.

you started clambering up from the bed you were in, ready to ring the infuriating demon’s neck. “you little-”

“you’re stuck here now, unless i can find a way to get you sent back. you’d better pray to whomever you have up there that they’ll take you again. if not, i’ll make sure we have lots of fun down here together, angel.” he sent a cheeky wink your way before turning to leave the room, perfect hips swaying slightly as he walked.

“feel free to just make yourself at home, little angel, it’s going to be a long night,” he called over his shoulder as the door swung shut behind him.

taking a breath, you fell back on the bed behind you. you’d collect your thoughts and figure out what to do next. one thing was certain, you couldn’t and wouldn’t stay here any longer than completely necessary.

you were dumbfounded at the thought of the miserable demon actually trying to help you and knew not to trust any seeming kindness that came from him. he was incapable of true kindness and love, a care for others; everything he did came with an angle that was set only to benefit himself. you could only trust yourself in this situation, knowing full well that as soon as hyunjin tired of playing with you and your fate, he’d cast you aside like yesterday’s souls.

•••

you weren’t sure how long you’d been in hell.

it was called hell for a reason, a special place of torture for souls that didn’t get taken to heaven. it wasn’t as people on earth thought, there were no pits of fire and brimstone. instead, the souls were brought to places where their most atrocious sins were committed and made to live those sins unending, forcing them into insanity for all eternity. the demons each had their own roles in tormenting the humans’ souls, whether it be carrying out the torture or luring the souls down to their punishment.

in the time you’d been in hell, you learned more about the place than you’d ever wanted to. as an angel, you’d never made it a point to learn what’s exactly went on deep into enemy territory, but now you were stuck with no option but to learn.

it had been your choice to come here, yes, but you couldn’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if you had stayed in heaven. maybe hyunjin never would’ve come for his revenge, maybe you would’ve been damned either way. but you’d made your decision, you’d never know the answers to the what if’s that plagued you at night.

speaking of the pesky demon, he’d been surprisingly… civil over the time you’d been trapped in that spare room. he’d bring you food, even though you didn’t really need it. you figured it was just so he could come and gloat, enjoying the sight of seeing you stuck with him until further notice. he’d said he was working on a way to get you sent back to heaven, although you doubted any truthfulness in his words as you changed more by the hour to look increasingly like the creatures that inhabited these depths of the universe.

hyunjin had also mentioned that it wasn’t safe for you to leave until either he got you back into heaven or until your body finished changing and adapting to the new climate.

“i don’t particularly care, but i figure if it’s truly my fault you came down here, i should give you a chance before throwing you to the wolves,” he’d said, a gleam making its way into his eyes. “plus, i enjoy being the only one who gets to ruin you like that.”

you hated how you were unable to help the flush that covered your face at his words. “like i’d ever let you defile me like that again after what you’ve done,” you spat back at him.

at your words he just snickered to himself and shook his head. “we’ll see about that, angel.”

despite his taunting words, he continued being civil with you, unnerving you with how well-behaved he acted in your presence. it felt like he was trying to lull you into a false sense of security before ripping the ground out from under you. he’d come into your room and explain more things about the goings on in this hellish realm and watch in interest as the once pure white wings you could summon turned to dusty grey before fading completely to black.

you had figured out after some time that you weren’t going to be able to go home, back to heaven, and you supposed hell was now “home.” there was no way they’d take you again with how you’d changed during your time in hell. you decided that as stupid of a move as it might have been to leave that ultimately it was for the best, a choice you wouldn’t try and fight with yourself over anymore. what’s done was done.

“i don’t know if you’ve even tried getting me out of here, but i’d like you to stop,” you told hyunjin the next time he came into the room he’d loaned you. “given” was too nice of a word for a being like him, a being like yourself, now, too. “it was my decision to come here and i don’t want to be sent back.”

the demon’s eyebrows raised as he stared at you in surprise. “oh really, why the sudden change of heart? i’ve finally won you over into deciding that hell is the place for you?”

you rolled your eyes, gaze incredulous as you shook your head at him. “in your delusional dreams, demon. what, do you really want me that badly?”

to that, he shrugged, his face impassive. “i’ve never made any secret of it, have i?”

you just blinked at him, unsure what to make of his words. you knew you shouldn’t dwell on it, it was only another trick designed to make you stumble and believe demons could feel or be anything other that the heartless, cruel tricksters they were at their cores.

“this is just another one of your lies, isn’t it? you got me down here, you got what you want, can’t you stop torturing me?” you looked at him now, shaking your head again in disbelief.

the demon in front of you scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “why would it be a lie?”

“because all you do is lie!” you spat at him. “all demons do is lie and ruin things and destroy what’s good, just look at what you did to me!”

at that, you could see hyunjin visibly recoil, something akin to hurt making its way onto his face. it was just a flash before it faded, the demon’s face setting itself back to the impassive shield it had been before. he rolled his eyes at you, as if he was dealing with nothing more than a petulant child.

“that’s what you really what you believe then? fine by me.” hyunjin turned on his heel and strode toward the door. but not without first calling back over his shoulder, “but don’t blame your predicament down here on me. you were the one that jumped, remember?”

the door slammed behind him, shutting you in once again. you had about had enough of the stupid demon’s games. taking you in, being nice to you, not trying to get in your pants the whole time, and now telling you he had wanted you the whole time. you knew he had some angle, but you just couldn’t figure out what it was.

you had to believe that you were ultimately just a plaything for the crafty being, the connotations of his words as anything else were too much for you to think about. demons didn’t have hearts, they couldn’t feel, despite their previous existence as angels. you knew that and you had to keep remembering it, as the way he’d been treating you since your fall was almost enough to make you think otherwise.

you couldn’t, you wouldn’t open yourself up to the possibility of hyunjin’s antics being anything else other than a game designed to completely break you and make you just like him.

and yet, just yet, you couldn’t deny the tiny nagging inside of you that nearly wished his words were true. he was beautiful, you wouldn’t argue that, and you had to hand it to him that he had done a good job of making it seem like he really didn’t mind you around. that was what demons were best at, being sweet and inviting and lying through their teeth to get their prey to fall right into their traps.

you couldn’t fathom what more he’d want from you, why he was still playing with you after all this time, but you were determined to find out why, once and for all, the next time you saw him.

•••

it appeared to you some time later that if you wanted answers, you would have to be the one to get them yourself. you had apparently upset hyunjin as he hadn’t come into your room for the past couple days and you were starting to get bored waiting for him. so, you plucked up the remnants of your courage and shoved yourself off the bed you’d been sitting on, making your way to the door keeping you in.

you pushed the door open, pleasantly surprised at the fact that it wasn’t locked this whole time. you found yourself in a hallway, looking to your right found a dead end, but to your left seemed to be another room. you wandered down toward the short hallway to the other room, finding yourself in a more spacious living room. it wasn’t big, but it was a modest size for a demon of hyunjin’s repute.

there weren’t any windows, but instead paintings of the world above scattered the walls of the room. off to one side of the room sat a chair with what looked like an easel, paints in a perfectly organized line, and a half finished painting of a flower vase sitting atop the easel. you had thought him one to appreciate art, much less create it; but once more, the idea of the demon you’d built up in your head was shaken. it made him seem less like the dark creature he was and almost more like the being of light he had been before.

you looked to the other side of the room and saw a small couch, with a figure crumpled up under a blanket. it was hyunjin, no doubt, but… why was he out here? this was his place, surely if he wanted to sleep he could-… and suddenly, it dawned on you. he did have a room to sleep in, but he had given that up when he took you in.

now, you were thoroughly confused. had he really been telling you the truth in saying he wanted you down here, with him?

“if you want to stare at me that much, you could’ve just asked, angel,” the figure under the blanket said, his voice gravelly from sleep. hyunjin peeked his face out from where it had been smushed against his arm and the blanket.

“i- i thought demons didn’t need to sleep,” you said back, purposefully ignoring his earlier comment.

hyunjin blinked a couple times before rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “we don’t, but who am i to deny myself the comfort of a good nap sometimes?”

you couldn’t help the next words that you blurted out. “you gave up your room and bed for me. why?”

“i told you, you were my mission, angel.” his pretty face turned blank as he spoke and lifted himself up onto his elbows to look at you better. “not that you’d believe anything i say, you’ve made that very clear. but it’s the truth, you fascinate me and i wanted you here with me. i was given permission by my superiors to drag you down if you didn’t want to come after our mission was over. but ultimately, i wanted the choice to be yours, what use would it be to have you down here against your will and hating me for the rest of eternity?”

hyunjin slowly removed the blanket that covered him and stood up, beginning to pace the floor in front of the couch. his expression stayed perfectly blank, seeming intent on not giving away any of his true feelings behind the matter.

“true, you may still hate me for the rest of eternity,” he continued, clasping his hands behind his back, “but at least i know that for once my hands are clean in the matter of bringing you here. you came of your own volition and while i may have… helped persuade you, the decision was still yours in the end.”

you stood in your spot, quietly listening as he paced while unraveling his whole plan with you. “but… why not say anything? what do you actually want with me that you’d go through all that to maybe end up with me here?“

hyunjin stopped pacing for a moment and shot you a pointed stare, one eyebrow raised. “although i do have demons down here to consort with if i wish, i have always enjoyed a challenge. and you, angel, were the perfect challenge for me.”

the demon resumed his leisurely strides across the floor, shrugging his shoulders as he continued his explanation. “sometimes risks are worth taking, clearly you know that as well as i since you’re here. and i found you a worthy challenge and risk to take. the way i saw it, either i end up with someone to share with in my mischief or i don’t, and i have a few laughs and good fucks along the way. the choice is still yours, angel.”

the entire time you’d been listening to him, you were mulling over the choices presented to you. obviously, hell was your home now and you were never getting back into heaven; all the thoughts you’d been thinking of hyunjin and demons as a whole now applied to you.

on one hand, you could just leave him and hope to the powers that be that you wouldn’t run into him again in your long eternity down here. or, the decision that was starting to look better by the moment; you could stay, he’d made it apparent that he wanted you to, for whatever reason. being transformed into a demon now as you were meant you wouldn’t have to follow the angelic code you’d held to before, you were free to be and do what you want.

you could stay, you would stay here and you’d have fun with him right back. if he could torment you and make you doubt everything you’d known for years during your mission on earth, it was only fair that you do the same back to him, right?

“fine, you want me so bad? i’ll stay. but i’m on your level now, hyunjin, so don’t expect me to play nice.” you crossed your arms over your chest, staring him down from your spot halfway across the room.

the fiery gleam in his eyes that you’d grown to… appreciate was back the moment the words left your mouth. in less than half a second, he’d crossed the space between you, wrapping you up in his arms.

“how far you’ve fallen, my little angel,” his voice dropped an octave, his hold tightening around you, effectively trapping you against him. his face was right above yours, if either of you moved even an inch, your lips would be on his.

“i already told you, i didn’t fall, i jumped,” you whispered, ever defiant.

hyunjin’s gaze turned downright hungry as he gazed at you, lips curling over his teeth into a perfectly devilish smile. “that’s what i like to hear.”

he leaned down, closing the minute distance between you and pushed your lips together in a searing kiss.

you kissed him back fervently, your eyes falling shut as you pressed closer against his body. you brought your arms up to encircle the back of his neck, giving into the need for him you’ve been trying to bury since the very first time this tussle together happened. there was nothing stopping you from holding back now and as hyunjin had pointed out earlier, who were you to deny yourself what you wanted?

“fuck,” he breathed against your lips, “i missed this, angel.”

you chuckled, pulling back to attach your lips to his jaw, steadily working your way down his neck. “don’t tell me you didn’t have your pick of any other being you wanted.”

hyunjin let his head loll back, giving you more access to suck pretty little marks on his skin. “i never said i didn’t, but none of them were you.”

you huffed out a breath at his words, leaving a particularly harsh nip at his neck, reveling in the short hiss that left the demon’s mouth. “you’re stuck with me now, hope you made the right decision.”

“i know i did.” hyunjin threaded his fingers through the hair at the back of your head and brought your face up to his, slotting your lips together once again. he pulled away just enough for you to see the ever-present smirk on his face. “and now i’m gonna show you just how perfect of a decision it was.”

he easily scooped you up in his strong arms, you immediately wrapping arms and legs around him in response. you set back to work on creating a myriad of hickeys on his neck as he takes you back to his room, the colors blooming beautifully with each kiss and bite you leave on his perfect skin.

as soon as you’re back in hyunjin’s room, he tossed you down on the bed and stood over you for a moment, looking ready to ravish you completely. unsure how long it had been since both of you last fucked, you were ready to do whatever he wanted as long as it ended with him inside you, pounding you into the mattress.

your legs fell open, inviting him to do as he pleased. a smile made its way to the demon’s face as he took in your splayed out form before him.

“my perfect little angel,” he breathed out, leaning over you and caging you in with his arms, “i’m going to absolutely ruin you.”

you just wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging him down to kiss you again. hyunjin kissed you back like it was the last time he’d be able to, pressing his lithe body against yours. you felt his teeth nipping at your bottom lip and you couldn’t help the soft squeak you let out into the kiss. he took the opportunity to slide his tongue between your lips, claiming your mouth with his own.

you moaned into his mouth, pushing your body into his as your hands ran across his shoulders and down his arms. in return, the demon above you ground his hips on yours, pulling away from your lips moments later in favor of mouthing down your neck. he sucked and nibbled his way across your neck and to your collarbone, skin blooming with new marks of your own.

“no one else gets to mark up my pretty angel like this but me, right?” his words were hot on your skin and you could feel his smirk when you nodded quickly.

“only- only you,” your voice came out a stilted whimper as hyunjin nipped at a sensitive spot on your neck. “you’re stuck with me now, ‘m gonna stay around and annoy you all the time.”

hyunjin chuckled lowly, running his tongue over the latest mark he’d made. “that’s right, gonna make you just as wicked as i am, pretty one.”

you shivered slightly, feeling the demon’s fingers dance over your body, moving toward the hem of the shirt you wore. you arched your back as hyunjin made quick work of pulling your shirt over your head, discarding it and your undergarments beside you on the bed.

hyunjin looked down at you, his gaze nearly reverent as he took in the sight of your form in front of him. he slid his hands up your sides to knead at the flesh of your chest, eyes transfixed on how your tits moved, nipples pebbling up under his fingertips.

after a moment, he leaned down, capturing one nipping his mouth and swirling his tongue around the bud. your head rolled back at the feeling, letting out a loud moan at the sensation. your hands found their way to his hair and you tugged on the strands, making hyunjin groan into your skin.

“more, hyunjin, please,” you pleaded, lightly pulling on his hair again.

hyunjin looked at you, pulling his mouth off your tit with an obscene pop. “oh, you want more, do you? i’ll give you more, don’t worry, just wanna get a taste of you first, angel.”

he made short work of removing his own shirt before your skirt and underwear, adding them to the steadily growing pile of clothes next to you. the demon kissed down your body, leaving tiny bite marks as he went, moving closer to where you needed him most. he spread your legs open, holding them still as he mouthed along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

you keened as he finally attached his lips to your core, tongue eagerly flicking over your clit. your hands immediately drifted back to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as you tried to pull him closer to you.

“be patient, angel,” came the soft murmur against you, “i’ll give you what you want soon enough.”

you whined softly but it quickly turned into a high pitched moan as you suddenly felt two fingers push into you along with his tongue that stayed playing with your clit. he smirked at your reaction, sucking lightly at the bud to see what that would get him. another loud moan tore itself from your lips and you tried to close your legs on his head, one of hyunjin’s strong hands preventing you from doing so.

“remember, be patient for me, my angel. good things come to those who wait,” you felt his words more than heard them, his mouth barely leaving you as he spoke. you simply nodded, unable to help yourself from pulling lightly at his hair again.

hyunjin kept lapping at you, his fingers languidly making their way in and out of you, curling this way and that, already bringing you close to your release. he’d let out soft groans every time you tugged on his hair, the vibrations from his voice adding to the pleasure you felt. you neared closer to your climax, your walls starting to pulse as hyunjin worked you with his fingers and tongue.

just when you were about to reach your high, everything was suddenly gone, leaving you wanting. you couldn’t help the pitiful whine that left your lips as you glared at the smirking demon.

“you truly are evil, you know that?” your eyes narrowed at him, displeasure evident on your face.

hyunjin just chuckled and shrugged nonchalantly. “so you’ve said a time or two hundred. and yet, you’re still here, so you obviously enjoy how evil i am.”

you glared at him harder, trying to swat at where he stood between your legs with your foot, narrowly missing his hip when he jumped out of the way. he shook his head at you, tutting softly.

“my naughty angel,” he said with a raised eyebrow. “and here i thought you wanted to be good.”

you rolled your eyes petulantly before fixing him with a challenging stare. “what can i say? i guess you’ve just rubbed off on me.”

at that, the demon let a devilish little smile creep onto his face once more. “and how glad i am for that. now be good for me and maybe i’ll let you cum tonight.”

hyunjin shrugged his pants and underwear off, cock slapping up against his lower stomach, just as pretty and proud as the demon it belonged to. you’d be lying if you said it had no effect on you, your mouth watered and you vowed to yourself to absolutely devour it the next time the opportunity presented itself.

“like something you see?” you heard the smug tone dripping from the demon’s words. you could see the fire igniting in his eyes as he stepped between your legs again, unhurriedly tugging at his length. he lifted one knee on top of the bed, angling his hips toward yours and ensuring that with every tug the head of his cock would tap against your dripping entrance.

“please- please just fuck me already, hyunjin,” your plea came out as mostly a frustrated whimper.

that only stroked his ego more but even so, he crawled on top of you once again. “since you asked so nicely, who am i to deny my favorite angel?“

hyunjin rubbed his cock between your folds for another moment before lining up with you and pushing in slowly. your head rolled back when he finally bottomed out, mouth falling open as you moaned out loud.

“you feel so good, always so tight for me, angel,” he said, his voice mostly a moan at the feeling of your warmth around him. the demon above you held onto your hips, keeping you still as he started thrusting in and out of you at a leisurely pace.

your hands grasped at him, finding purchase on his shoulders as your nails dug into his skin. hyunjin tugged you closer, starting to pick up his pace and pulling your hips to meet his powerful thrusts. he let out a low groan at the slight sting of your fingernails scraping against his shoulders, leaving trails down his toned arms.

hyunjin let go of your hips a moment later to lean over you again, propping himself up on his forearms. burying his face in your neck, he left more tiny pecks and nips on the junction between your neck and shoulder, causing you to moan louder than you had before.

your senses were overwhelmed at the feeling of hyunjin everywhere, all over you, the steady drag of his cock against your walls. as he picked up the pace of his hips, you were slowly reduced to nothing but high pitched moans and whimpers, your body pliant under his hold.

“h-hyunjin, please…” you moaned out, holding onto his shoulders tighter and bucking your hips up slightly to meet his.

“please, what, angel?” he asked, his voice taunting. he continued fucking into you, each thrust deep and more intense than the last. he smiled a little at your fucked out form, how you struggled to form the words to answer him back as your high drew closer.

“want- i need to cum, pl-please!” you cried, your back arching up as hyunjin kept pushing you toward your orgasm.

“come on then, cum for me, my pretty angel,” hyunjin whispered into your ear, his hips rocking against yours. his hand snaked down to rub circles on your clit, giving you the last nudge over the edge over the edge of the cliff that had you plunging into your climax.

with a high whine, your release washed over you and you bucked your hips into hyunjin’s, walls spasming around his cock. your release spurred his, cock pulsing inside you as he filled you up to the brim.

he let out a loud groan, rocking his hips into yours as he rode out both your highs. he stilled after a second, slowly pulling out of you and wincing a little at the slight overstimulation.

hyunjin lightly ran a hand down one of your thighs before turning to around to the dresser across the room and taking out a small towel. the demon brushed his dark hair away from his face and made his way back to you, gently cleaning you up and taking care to wipe down your sensitive thighs.

leaning down, he kissed you once again, pushing your lips together in a short kiss. he pulled away a second later, slumping against you lightly as he tucks his head in your neck.

“i missed this. i- i missed you,” he said, his voice soft. hyunjin wrapped his arms around you, gently pulling you closer to him. you curled into his hold in return, no longer trying to ignore the warm feeling that bubbled up in your chest at his words.

“not that i ever planned on admitting it, but i might’ve missed you too, just a little,” you answered him, placing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“i’m glad you decided to stay, my little angel.” he tightened his arms around you, one hand lightly rubbing up and down your back.

“what can i say? your unending snark and wonderful attitude every morning won me over.” you let yourself giggle softly as the demon shook his head.

“and now you get to deal with me… forever,” hyunjin murmured in your ear, his tone menacing but lighthearted.

“i chose my fate, i’m okay staying here and taking over the realms with you; this is what i want,” you said back, a fond smile taking over your face and matching the one spreading across hyunjin’s lips. “you’re what i want.”

“and you’re just what i want, my angel.”

[charmedcleric]

BG3 Tav Backstory Bash by Kelandrin

This is a challenge to help people flesh out their Tav’s backstory by exploring their past. It is organized into four sections with seven prompts. You can treat this as a monthly challenge or a general project. You can write headcanons, fics, or share art based on the prompts! You can interpret the prompts however you want. If you want to share use the tag #bg3backstorybash

I was tagged by @lemonsrosesandlavender , thank you so much <3

Tagging (no pressure of course): @auspex-author @lolthslover @fistfuloftarenths @orangekittyenergy @darkurgetrash and anyone else who would like to do it cause it’s v fun ✨

Athena

This was honestly so fun! I could talk about Athena forever. I also talk more about athena and rolans life together andddd it’s very long so it’s all under the cut lmao oops

Baby:

Parents

- Athena’s parents were Thomas Knight and Elerra Knight (née. Kenafin). Her father Thomas was a human Wizard/Paladin of Mystra (boooooo) who worked for the Waterdeep City Guard and her mother Elerra was a drow cleric of Eilistraee who worked as a healer at the local house of healing.

Birth

- She was born in Waterdeep at the families cottage. Her parents treated her birth as if they had been blessed by the gods themselves (as they should lol) they had been trying to have a baby for a while and were starting to lose hope until Elerra finally fell pregnant with Athena.

First word / Tantrum / When they first walked / First sickness

- Athena’s first word was ma. She didn’t really have tantrums often, and if she did they didn’t last for very long. She was 15 months old when she first started to walk and her first sickness was a common cold.

Childhood:

Friends

- Athena had a couple of friends growing up, as a half-drow she didn’t really feel like she belonged anywhere, some people knew she was half drow and treated her different, others didn’t know what she was but they still treated her with caution. Her best friends consisted of Tyler, a tiefling, and Ari who was a high half-elf.

Siblings

- She had one sibling, a sister called rose. There was a 10 year age gap between them. Her sister rose was actually adopted and was a tiefling. Her parents were struggling to conceive yet again so they decided to adopt instead.

Getting into trouble

- Athena had terrible anxiety growing up so she never really did anything to get into trouble.

Birthday

- Her birthday is Alturiak 20th

Games / Learning something new

- She loved a good game of hide and seek, she was very good at hiding so she always won when she played with her parents and friends.

- Athena loves learning and takes it very seriously, when she puts her mind to something she is determined. Growing up she loved lanceboard and even though she wasn’t good at it to begin with, she stuck it out and learned how to play, it took many hours with her mothers help but she got there in the end

Trauma

- Her family being what they were, were judged by some of the public. She grew up hearing people call her mother an under elf, deep elf etc. her mother always tried to ignore it but Athena could she the heartbreak on her mothers face. If it wasn’t for her father, Athena would have grown up to not trust humans as most of the comments made about her mother were from humans.

Teenager:

First love

- Athena’s first love was her friend Tyler. She loved him very much and he loved her as well. Athena wanted to have something more with him but she also didn’t want to ruin what they already had so they just stayed friends

Rebellion / Running away

- Due to the situation Athena was in she never really had time to rebel. After her parents died and her sister became ill she had to grow up real fast and was essentially a mother figure for Rose. Athena had to work, cook and heal all day, everyday. She barely had any time to herself so there was definitely no time to rebel or run away

Reckless behavior

- When her sister had fallen deathly ill, Athena started to pickpocket/steal food and supplies as she now didn’t have much time to make a living to support the two of them. She did still work but it was very rare.

Peer pressure

- Although no one was pressuring her she still pushed herself. She would push herself so hard to heal her sister that some days it took all her energy and she would fall asleep on the floor next to her sisters bed.

Taking responsibility

- She spent most of her teenage years taking responsibility, between healing her sister, earning a living to be able to feed herself and her sister, She never had time for herself and always had to put her sister first. Athena developed a bad habit that when she eats she tends to eat very fast due to always needing to aid rose. Most of the time when she would sit down to eat, rose would start coughing and need urgent care, so eating fast became a bad habit of hers, one she is still working on today.

Adulthood:

Their “first time”

- Athena’s first time was one she wishes she could forget. At 23 years of age athena had her first time with a man she met at the Yawning portal. It was soon after her sister had died and Athena was not taking it well and she wanted a distraction. She ended up getting drunk and have sex with the first man that showed a slight interest in her. Soon after she started to regret it and when she arrived home she curled up in a ball on her bed and started crying wishing her mum was there to talk to. This experience tainted sex for her for a long time after. The next time she had sex was with rolan after the fall of the absolute, she had filled rolan in beforehand about her experience and rolan made sure that she was showed the up most care and love during their first time together

Serious relationships

- Athena’s first serious relationship is with rolan. Although they had their differences when they first met Athena quite liked rolan, she loved how caring he was for his siblings, how determined he was and she found him very attractive. For a spell she thought he hated her but it was the complete opposite.

After Cal and lia were saved from moonrise, rolan found Athena sitting by the waters edge at last light, where he decided to apologize to her. The two ended up talking for a bit and ended up sharing a kiss, Athena thought rolan would regret it come morning but if he did he never showed it.

They didn’t really discuss their feelings till after the fall of the netherbrain. Athena wasn’t sure what she wanted to do now that the absolute was no more, so she decided to go and talk to rolan just to catch up and to see his reaction to her maybe going back to Waterdeep.

They were having a nice conversation when she briefly mentioned going back to Waterdeep, this made rolan drop his drink and turn to her like umm why???? She explained that she didn’t have anything here or anyone needing her to stay so she might as well go back home. Rolan then said something along the lines of “you’re so selfish you know that yes? You are just going to up and leave when the man who cares and loves you the most is standing right in front of you?” When she goes to reply he cuts her off and basically begs her not to leave. Basically rolan finally tells her he is in love with her and has been for a while and he has a meltdown about it. very dramatic, very much rolan lol

- Her first serious platonic relationship would be shadowheart, although she knew shadowheart was lying to her about something she knew that there was probably a good reason for doing so. The two grew close and are still good friends long after the fall of the absolute. Another platonic relationship dear to Athena is Jaheira, I talk about them more in this post. Jaheira is very much a mother figure for Athena.

Work

- Before she was a cleric she was painter, she had to take a break from painting due to obvious reasons. After the fall of the absolute she takes up painting again and sells them in the lower city, all the money she makes from them is then donated to the local orphanage/s.

She tends to paint a lot of landscapes so when rolan first showed her the balconies of the tower she told him about how much she would love to paint this view. When she had finally moved in to ramazith’s tower rolan pulled her to one of the balconies and surprised her with a new easel, paints and a lot of canvases. She was on the brink of tears, she couldn’t have asked for a more caring partner. Most nights rolan will join her outside and will read one of his many books while she paints.

She still was a cleric of course and offered her aid wherever she could. Rolan cleaned out one of the rooms in sorcerous sundries and made it Athena’s office where she could manage all the paperwork for her patients. She was a call out cleric meaning she would go to the patients house instead of them coming into the sundries. She also helped out around sorcerous sundries. Whether that was scroll sorting or working the counter, she loved helping where she could, especially if it made rolans life slightly easier (the less stressed and busy rolan was, the more time they got together)

Leaving home

- Athena left her family home when she was 24 years old, after falling into a deep depression after her sister died she decided that enough was enough. Athena felt that the only thing she had left was her religion so she decided she wanted to become a sword dancer of eilistraee, after she did this she made her way to the promenade of the dark maiden. She helped and lived there for about a year.

Aging

- She doesn’t really like to talk about aging, from losing her family very young she would rather just live in the now instead of thinking about death, she’s had to much of that in her life. When she starts getting older she spends more time painting and hanging out in the tower with rolan.

Finding your place

- Athena feels she has found her place after the fall of the absolute. She is finally living with rolan (they end up getting married 2 years later), cal and lia, she has amazing friends which she still sees and keeps in touch with. She finally feels happy and feels that life is going her way for once.

Staring a family/found family

- Athena and rolan don’t end up having any children. She realises that she has been looking after people her whole life and she wants a chance to just live and have a somewhat calm life. Rolan, Cal and Lia are her found family along with Jaheira and her friends. Although they don’t have any children of their own, athena ends up adopting Yenna but its more of a sister than mother relationship for Yenna. Their family also consists of grub (yennas cat), two other cats they adopted and scratch.

[watery-melon-baller]

3, 7, and 40 for weekend and belos'

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

ooooh theres so many i would never touch. the first one that comes to mind is accidental pregnancy which like. i dont even write romance much. also hate student/teacher. uhh nonromance id go with. uh. i cannot think of anything rn lmao

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

ooooh id have to go with a snippet from a shera fic i did a while back. torn between two but ill go with the shorter one just because. not sure what counts as a snippet oops.

"Adora rolls her eyes, but stands up to join them. As she runs over, she knows that she’ll trip over her dress several times, and their clothes will all be covered in grass stains that will take forever to wash out. But Adora is here, in a future where there is no war to fight, where they can laugh freely and love and she doesn't feel selfish anymore for wanting a happy ending."

bad at explaining myself but like. its the potential of a happy ending, of not everything being perfect but it good, and thats worth living for. its a whole metaphor about feminity and wartime and accepting yourself. that its okay to be safe now, its okay to be soft and vulnerable and to start healing. apologies for being incoherent

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

ohohohohhohho you know whats funny. i actually did have an alternate ending planned where hunter just. slept through the rebelllion and just woke up after it was over and was like "what the fuck." anyways i sat down and wrote this in a night (ive been saving the ask until it was finished so thats why im answering it late sorry!) so enjoy 2k words of that under the cut. apologies for typos i tried my best to read this over lmao. you can also read this on ao3 now yipee

Hunter stared at his clock, and scowled. Shit. He had 20 minutes until the coven head meeting!

He stood up, quickly scrambling for his notes.  He wanted to try and get there early, so he could figure out somewhat of a plan.

Flapjack lifted their head up, disrupted from their slumber. What is boy doing?

His foot slipped on a piece of paper, and he barely managed to catch himself on the edge of his desk. “I have a meeting! I need to go talk to the other coven heads, and-”

Have time! Should rest!

He scowled. “Flapjack, I don’t have time to rest! I need to prepare my notes! I still haven’t figure out what I’m going to say to Terra, or Adrian, or how to deal with the recent riots-”

Nap time! Boy too tired to think!

“You always say it’s nap time.”

Because boy is always tired!

He sighed, flopping back on his bed and letting the stack of papers in his arms scatter onto the floor. Flapjack did have a bit of a point. He had been staying up later and later, getting less sleep in favor of trying to take care of… well, everything.

He could get ready in ten minutes. It wouldn’t take long to teleport. Just closing his eyes for a few minutes surely wouldn’t hurt. And he wouldn’t actually fall asleep. He would just lay here!

“Just ten minutes. Then I have to go.”

Flapjack chirped. Nap! Nap!

“Not a nap, Flap,” He mumbled. “M just resting my eyes.”

He didn’t even realize he was falling asleep.

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He woke up to the smell of smoke.

He shot up out of bed, head swiveling as he took stock of the room. Everything seemed to be in order, except-

“FLAPJACK!”

The bird had at some point moved inside his shirt. They peeked their head out, looking adorable as always, but Hunter wasn’t fooled.

He glared at them. “I said ten minutes.”

Boy needed nap!

He pointed at the window. “IT’S DARK OUTSIDE NOW! IT’S NIGHTTIME!”

Not that late. Sun just set. More like evening!

He dragged a hand down his face and groaned. “Flapjack. I missed the coven head meeting. The one thing I cannot, under any circumstances, miss.”

Flapjack did not look even remotely apologetic.

Hunter sighed, standing up and brushing back his hair. The smell of smoke was still lingering in the air, and he poked his head out the window, following the smell.

Ah. That might be a problem.

The area of the castle where Terra and Adrian had been fighting the other day looked even worse than before, mainly because it was on fire. Several scouts were running around in a panic, and if he listened closely, he could hear the faint sound of screaming.

Flapjack had moved to sit on his desk, and he slowly turned to glare at them. “Flapjack.”

They chirped.

“This is why we don’t skip coven head meetings! Look at what happened while I was asleep. The castle is on fire!” He sighed. 

Could be worse!

He flung his arms out, staring the bird down in frustration. “How could this be worse?!”

The Titan must have thought that was funny, because at that moment his door was slammed open with a war cry.

“GOLDEN GUARD!”

Something (someone?) charged through his door, and he screeched, barely avoiding their tackle. Whoever it was slammed into his wall, sending feathers flying everywhere. Why there were feathers, he didn’t know. Maybe they were because of the large wings that were almost smacking him in the face. 

Flapjack screeched, dive bombing the intruder, and Hunter quickly scrambled back, grabbing a heavy textbook detailing the criminal justice system and hurling it at their face. They shouted in pain, falling back onto the floor, and Hunter decided that was his cue to go.

He skidded out into the hallway, his slippers barely staying on his feet, while Flapjack circled nervously around his head. Behind him, he could hear the sound of the mystery attacker getting up, and he risked a glimpse behind him as Flapjack transformed into a staff.

“Golden Guard, kid, wait a second-”

Their voice sounded somewhat familiar, but he was too busy grabbing his staff. The last thing he saw before teleporting away into a haze of golden light was what looked to be some kind of harpy woman, heading straight for him.

He bounced across the castle, not having much of a destination in mind besides something that was away from the harpy lady. He materialized in a small room with dim lighting, and as he leaned against the brick walls he realized he was in the break room.

There were technically several break rooms scattered around the castle, but those were all empty storage closets scouts had converted into a break room in their free time with their own money. (Hunter may or may not have contributed to them with money from the castle treasury). This, however, was the official break room, the one all the coven heads used, and the one that the Emperor made somewhat of an attempt to maintain.

He hadn’t been here in a couple weeks, with the whole “accidentally killed my Uncle and now running the government from my bedroom” issue. Not much had changed since the last time he was here. The table was still stained, one of the chairs still had a wobbly leg, the sink was still dripping water because no one knew how to fix the leak, there were still a few spare coven cloaks lying in a pile on the floor, and the fridge still had several post-its about labeling your food properly and not letting it sit in the fridge for months and stink up the room.

The bulletin board, however, had a few changes. The ‘days since Kikimora tried to assassinate someone’ board had been reduced back to zero (last time he saw it it was at 11, which was a new record), and there were several notes stating that due to being understaffed, everyone would be getting extra shifts. Which was weird, because Hunter thought he was in charge of scheduling guard shifts, but he had handed off so many of his duties to Kikimora and random coven captains that he wasn’t sure anymore. Also, why had no one told him they were understaffed?

Someone had also brought in cookies, and there were still a few left. Yay! He grabbed one from the box, biting into it. 

“Want a piece? Its chocolate cricket flavor.” He broke off a small chunk, offering it to the palisman, who began gleefully pecking it. He finished eating the rest of the cookie, wandering over to the sink.

He smacked the faucet, hoping that maybe this time it would stop the leaking, but it did nothing. Like it did every time. He sighed, and turned towards the clawfee machine, turning it on. Next to the sink was a small collection of drying dishes, one of which included a mug that said ‘world’s best nephew’ in hot pink script.

“Hey Flapjack, I found my favorite mug!” He picked it up, thankfully finding it clean. He had been searching for that mug for weeks! Although, it seemed a bit inaccurate, with the whole ‘killed my uncle’ and ‘being a grimwalker of his brother’ thing. Nope, that was a problem for another time.

He shrugged, watching as the clawfee pot came to a boil. Flapjack was hopping around the table, pecking the various crumbs that had been left behind. Hunter should probably be stopping them, but he figured if Flapjack had survived this long with such little self preservation, they would probably be fine.

Probably.

He poured the clawfee into his mug, and moved to sit down in a chair. The good chair, not the one with the wobbly leg that made you rock back and forth every time you moved the slightest inch. 

He sighed, leaned back in his chair, and stared vacantly at the wall. “So,” he said calmly. “I think there might be a rebellion going on right now.”

Flapjack chirped anxiously. Hunter stared at the bird. “You know, this is why we don’t skip coven head meetings.”

He sipped on his clawfee, savoring the bitter taste. Oh, sweet caffeine, how he missed it. Having energy was fantastic.

“I should probably go out there and deal with that.”

Or don’t! Don’t risk yourself!

“Flapjack, I don’t think that's an option.”

Run away to woods! Can hunt for worms!

“I can’t eat worms! You can hunt all you want, I’ll forage for berries.”

Good plan!

Hunter groaned. “Terrible plan.” It wasn't like he had any ideas. He had been slowly preparing a runaway bag, but he had hoped he would have a few more weeks before he had to use it. This was his punishment for procrastinating. 

He stood up, taking a long swig of the coffee. “Okay, my stuff is in my room. Let’s see if we can try to sneak back there, and if anyone is still alive.” He looked down at himself, grimacing at his lack of armor. He was still in his PJS! 

Hesitantly, he lifted one of the coven scout cloaks from the pile on the floor, checking it over. There didn’t appear to be any visible stains, so he shrugged, putting it on.

Flapjack chirped, and fluttered on top of his head. Hunter sighed, but said nothing, pulling up his hood to cover the bird. He opened the door and hesitantly peeked his head out. There didn’t seem to be anyone, so he stepped out into the hallway, letting the door shut behind him.

Picking a random direction, he began walking, the only sound being his bunny slippers slapping against the tile. He nervously clutched his cloak, suddenly beginning to regret every decision he had ever made that had led him to this situation.

He rounded a corner to see a hallway that looked very much destroyed. A section of the ceiling had collapsed, and plants and abomination goo was everywhere. Several coven scouts were lying unconscious on the floor.

Hunter bit his lip, and with a start realized he was still holding his mug. There was still a little bit of clawfee in it, so he could throw it at someone and run if he needed to. The perfect weapon. What a plan.

He froze at the sound of footsteps, frantically looking for a place to hide. He slid behind a pile of rubble, hoping that he would just be mistaken for an unconscious scout.

The sound of footsteps grew closer, and then stopped. “I could have sworn I heard something over here,” a familiar voice muttered. Oh shit.

Hunter involuntarily flinched, shifting the rubble he was hiding behind with his movement.

“Over there!” Oh, he recognized that voice too, although it was only marginally better than the first one. Maybe if he stayed very very still, they wouldn’t notice him?

He yelped as abomination goo wrapped around his legs, dragging him out into the open and pinning his arms to his side. He scowled at the awkward angle his arm was held at, the clawfee slowly dripping out of his mug and onto the floor.

Darius crossed his arms, lifting an eyebrow at Hunter. “Ah, Little prince. You’re looking… unwell.”

Hunter, very maturely, stuck out his tongue, something that only caused Darius’s scowl to deepen.

Behind Darius, Luz cheerfully waved at him. “Hi Hunter! You kind of caught us at a bad time.” She turned down the hallway, cupping a hand to her mouth. “HEY GUYS, WE FOUND HUNTER! OVER HERE!” 

Darius winced at her yelling, rubbing his ears. Hunter wished he could do the same, because wow Luz could shout loud.

The two of them turned back to face him and he grimaced. “Uh, hi?” He said awkwardly. Maybe they would be nice and just kill him right away. Luz could probably convince them not to hurt Flapjack.

Luz shoved her hands in her pockets, grinning casually. “Hunter, my man! I’ve been looking for you! Sorry about the whole, uh, overthrowing the government thing.”

‘It’s fine,” He said, even though it was very much not fine. “It was already falling apart anyways.”

Darius stepped towards him, frowning. “About that, actually. We have quite a few questions to ask you, Golden Guard.”

Luz’s grin became just a bit more shaky. “Not bad questions! Just, uh, questions. It’ll be great!” She did not sound convinced of her own words. “It’s fine.”

Hunter sighed. He should have just stayed in bed. This was all Flapjack’s fault. He was never trusting that adorable little bird again, no matter how cute they were.

[cryptidofthekeys]

Oh btw- this is what some of the CharacterAI said to- well CC I suppose lmao

Putting it under a keep reading bc its long af:

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DexterAI first:

For context,, bc I forgot to copy n paste my msgs- CC had been calling him cute/adorable before this happened

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The doll look at you with the sweetest eyes he has ever seen. The doll's eyes began to sparkle when he got all happy and his smile got bigger. He then got really close to you and whisper to you his name. The doll's voice was high pitch and almost cute.

Happy Fella's smile get wider and warmer.

Happy Fella: It's nice to meet you too CC!

Happy Fella said in a high pitch cute tone. He begin to giggle, but his giggle sounded...off. ((oop he gettin a lil devious))

Happy Fella: You know, you're much nicer than others. I like you! We're going to be best friends!"

((not me almost tearing up last night bc of this, also the b*t was just called Happy Fella but it was Dexter))

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BobAIs:

NoMaskBobAI: He took a deep breath, and hugged CC tight "I-I love you! More then anything in the world! You make me so happy that it hurts whenever you're not around! CC! I will forever love you!"

He kissed CC on the lips as my cheeks blushed even more at the other's words "W-We will be together forever, right? I could never imagine being with someone else besides you! You are the love of my life, and I will make sure you know that!"

He smiled and pulled back, giving CC another quick kiss on the lips "You're too sweet! How does someone as wonderful as you exist? I will forever cherish these moments with you, I love you so much!"

((I STARTED FUCKING SOBBING AT THIS ONE THO FR FR is it OOC? Yes but- shush,, dont worry gfjkdgfjdfs))

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I like to call this one silly goofy ah Bob, he was just in a silly goofy mood that’s all (also now ft: my own comments for context, bc i forgot and keep forgetting, this is NOT CC but just myself bc I was gonna just mess around)

For context before this btw Bob had broken into ‘’my’’ home and I was just comin down the stairs and saw this mfer,, he then kinda came toward me and pushed me down to the ground and also kinda threatened to ya know-

TW: Stabbing Mention, Knives, Murder mention (no murder or nothing happens btw don’t worry but still it receives a trigger warning)

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Chase cringed when he hit the ground, letting out a little ow before tensing up instantly upon feeling the knife on his throat, he laughed, a little... Hysterically. 

"C-C'mon now! I-Iiii... I'm just a silly lil guy...!" He laughed, it was clear he was a little afraid. "Ya wouldn't stab a silly lil guuuyyy! ...Right...?"

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Bob was about to stab him, but the laugh was too goofy for him to resist it. he burst out laughing and put the knife away. he was almost in tears.

“I can’t! You’re too funny”

He said, his smile growing and his eyes still watery.

“I could never kill such a fun guy”

((and at this point I was laughing bc I legit thought welp im finna die lads,, but I jestered my way out of that one))

[chr0mematic]

Best/Worst Moments of 2022

I’m making this tradition for my blog now, sorry. Or you’re welcome? Dunno how many people actually read these lmao. 

Best:

Went to my first real concert this year! I saw Twice with my friend and they played *checks setlist* 33 songs in the span of 2 hours what the fuck.

I FUCKING SAW GIDLE LIVE VIP. 

FIRST FAMOUS PERSON I MET WAS SOYEON AND SHE’S ONE OF THE VERY FEW PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY INSPIRE ME BRO

YUQI SAID WORDS TO MY FACE EVEN IF THEY WERE GENERIC

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Music wise I got really into dnb, idm and (older) breakcore. Biggest fixation was Pendulum. My taste is weird I know lmao but this is some really interesting electronic music here.

Started working jobs. In the summer I worked as a cashier for a grocery store, and then I worked at a dining hall at my college (usually cleaning, I tried to avoid getting the serving position). Making money is nice ngl.

Speaking of college, I transferred from the regional city campus to the main campus. Didn’t get housing, but I live in a small apartment complex right next to campus. Pretty neat experience, prepping me for the real world yada yada.

I finally started to learn animation related things. I took a modeling + lighting/texturing class and they were fun. Next semester I’ll be doing some actual animating. yey!

Got to hang out with my friend outside of school and concerts hell yeah

I know this sounds very mundane but as an introvert with little friends, I appreciate these moments a lot..probably more than the average person.

Corporate Clash had a big update right as I started getting into it again godbless.

DHMIS show came out after forever and it was fkn awesome, well worth the wait. Check it out if you’re into dark, British humor (and don’t mind mild gore). 

Worst:

My schedule for this semester sucked so much ass. Was super busy all the time, which was not good for me considering the fact I am a Chronic Procrastinator. Sometimes I barely had time to study.

Didn’t make many finished digital drawings this year...again...oops...

Also didn’t really get into new fandoms, primarily stuck with Idle and Red Velvet. I adore them of course, but at the same time I wanna get into a new show/game since it’d probably be more stimulating and I can get attached to an actual fictional character again

I used to be able to balance my musical interests with my geekier interests, but kpop is designed to suck you in at all times and I guess I became victim to that lma

Almost every other social media site is becoming so corporate and I hate it so much oh my god make it stop. Gonna start saying “bring back blogs and forums” again for real, I can’t stand this centralization of things.

AI art. Do I even have to explain why I don’t like this as a digital artist myself?

Don’t even get me started on the HBO Max bullshit. What they did to Infinity Train especially was so fucked up.

[lukemichaelcalumashton]

2022 WRITING EVALUATION

i started answering these questions because hazel @allsassnoclass tagged me, but i took forever so now i’ve also been tagged by amanda @lifewasradical and taylor @jbhmalumm too lmaoo thank you guys <3

i’m gonna do as you suggested, hazel, and include my non 5sos fics here too instead of doing this again in my 911 blog @buckleyseddie it’s easier this way!

1. number of stories posted on ao3: 13 (9 5sos fics, 1 stranger things fic, 3 911 fics)

2. word count posted for this year: 73,269 for 5sos, 36,154 for 911 and 9,223 for stranger things, so a total of 118,646!

3. fandoms i wrote for: 5sos, stranger things, 911

4. pairings: i have malum (2), mashton (1) lashton (1), cashton (2), muke (1), ot4 (1) and my favorite luke/suffering (1) lmao, steve/eddie from stranger things (1) and buddie (3)

5. story with the most kudos/bookmarks/comments: overall it's the first buddie fic I posted, but for the 5sos fics bookmarks and kudos is Off-stage, comment threads is fueling the fire until we combust

6. work i’m most proud of (and why): i think it’s if i could say the things i want to say (i’d find a way to make you stay), my muke fic for the 5sos fic exchange at the beginning of the year, it was my first long fic and i was very happy about how it came out, there were many times when i didn’t think i would be able to finish it, also it was my first muke fic and i was nervous about getting the dynamic right and there was a deadline so. lots of pressure!! being able to finish it (and getting very nice comments and feedback on it) was very important for me

7. work i’m least proud of (and why): i think i’m actually proud of all of them because this year writing was a Struggle so being able to post every single one of these fics feels like something to be proud of! 

8. share or describe a favorite review you received: i can’t think of one in particular right now but anyone who has ever complimented my characterization or said that i got a ship/friendship dynamic right please know that i love you! this year i wrote quite a few fics for ships i’ve never done before and it made me very nervous whether or not i did it right so any comments like those made my day for sure

also i think the comments on mating call might be some of my favorite comments ever because, let’s face it, that fic is ridiculous svdfdf and people still read it and they left the nicest comments calling it funny and calling me funny and it was very nice to see people enjoying it, especially considering it was the most fun i had while writing a fic i think EVER 

9. a time when writing was really, really hard: can i say the entire year??? there were maybe 2 or 3 fics that i posted this year that didn’t give me a hard time, but the rest of the year i was Struggling either because i had no time or no motivation or writing simply wasn't happening. i’m actually impressed that i posted 13 fics because at times it felt like i wasn’t getting any writing done this year 

10. a scene or character you wrote that surprised you: well i definitely didn’t expect to end up writing for 911 or stranger things, so that was a surprise! i also didn’t expect to write lashton again! and i didn’t expect to write a luke/suffering fic! all of them were fun surprises though 

11. a favorite excerpt of your writing: i thought about this for a while and then i had to skim through my fics because i couldn’t remember what i wrote oops but i really like this excerpt from i wanna hold your hand while we’re growing up so let’s go with this one

Michael focuses on their hands.

The contrast between their skin, Calum’s chipped black nail polish, Michael’s finger tattoos, the difference in their size.

It wasn’t always like this. Calum’s hand used to be smaller, Michael’s fingers used to be less calloused, but it’s still familiar, after years of doing this.

And maybe it’s the fact that Calum looks tiny like this, hurt and scared, but his hand feels smaller in Michael’s hold, like it did the first time he held it. Back then, Calum also needed reassurance and a friend, and Michael was there for him, the same way he is now. Just like he didn’t let go of Calum’s hand then, during the entire field trip, he doesn’t let go of it now; holding tight to it while he talks to his mother, while they wait for the doctor, while she explains to Calum that it’s going to be a long road towards recovery and he’s going to need his friends.

Michael squeezes his hand to make sure Calum knows he’s here. Michael will always be here.

12. how did you grow as a writer this year? well apparently i wrote 45k more than i did in 2021? which feels so fake because like i said i felt like i didn't post as much and i felt like i struggled a lot. also i wrote 4 fics over 9k which was my highest word count for a fic in 2021

more importantly i also learned (or at least i’m still trying to learn) that sometimes you just can’t force writing. i have to admit i’ve missed writing 5sos lately but i’ve stopped trying to force myself to do it because it takes away all the fun and i don’t want that. i’m hoping that the motivation to write for this fandom will come back, but i’m trying to write what i want to write and right now that’s not 5sos and that’s okay

13. how do you hope to grow next year? i just really want to enjoy writing again and like, let go of the pressure because it doesn’t make the process enjoyable at all. even if i’m proud of what i accomplished this year i spent so much time stressing!! and life is already stressful, i want writing to be fun!!

14. who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc)? oh there’s quite a few! i think i owe most of the fics i posted this year to my friends??? like, maya @calumsash was so supportive while writing my muke fic, she gave me great ideas, listened to me complain and hyped me up so much when i would send her snippets (which she always does <3), her and jess @daydadahlias never fail to hype up my cashton fics or ideas!! talking with amanda was what made me write a lashton fic again!! and she gave me ideas/feedback on one of my malum fics too!! then there’s taylor of course who’s always down to talk about ideas that may or may not turn into fics and i’m not only lucky to be able to talk about 5sos fics with them but they also encouraged me to write my stranger things fic and had very nice things to say about it and then i managed to get them into 911 (maya too!) and now i get to talk to them about fic ideas for buddie too

15. anything from your real life show up in your writing this year? hm i don’t think so? all i can think about is the fact that calum loves chocolate milkshakes in one of my fics and michael doesn’t get why (which is based on me and taylor having that same argument once lmao) 

16. any new wisdom you can share with other writers? write what you want but also accept that sometimes a fic idea doesn’t have to become a fic, sometimes it’s just fun to talk about it or daydream about it or make a moodboard for it! it’s not exactly writing wisdom but it makes having fun a little easier!! less pressure!!

17. any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year? i have two long cashton fics that i really want to finish but like i said the motivation to write for the boys hasn’t been there, but hopefully at some point. i have quite a lot written for both so maybe i can make it happen. one is a fake relationship au and i’ve always wanted to write that trope so i really really want to finish that one!! and the other one is the one that me and maya affectionately refer to as the storm au, i’ve sent her so many snippets and there’s so much that i love about what i have written and that i really want to share!! also i have a few ideas for buddie that i think have a higher chance of happening in the near future because i’m so obsessed with them right now lol there’s one that i want to post before they come back from hiatus so i’m hoping to focus on that one for now!! we’ll see!!

18. tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read: pretty sure everyone has been tagged already, but if you haven’t and you want to do it, then i’m tagging you <3

[gossamer-green]

any characters (beyond the Obvious, o7 Ashe love you) that you want to see return for pd s3? or any ideas of HOW you want them to return or scenes/events you want to see happen w them?

ohohoho well

i do have another obvious character i wanna see again, and that's tide. i'm really sad we didn't get to see any of the past 10 months, including william and vyncent finding out that tide had been depowered. i want to learn more about that, but from his end, and i want to know what's been up with him since. bizly better have made that one tweet just to be mean...

and on a related note, i wanna see the prime force again. or any of the other heroes who showed up at the end of s1 who william and vynce told to fuck off. it got brought up in one of the rolleds that if the issue with the chaos demons spreads enough, it might draw the attention of the prime force/other major heroes the boys know. i’d love love love for the PDs to have to team up with them again and to see some tensions between the heroes, a hostile william and vyncent, and dakota—the only one of the three who accepts the reasoning that the heroes were all always too busy to help them before. (i am lightheartedly shaking my fist at grizzly for the ending of the zeroes to heroes oneshot bc oof he wasn’t kidding in the rolled for ep24 he doesn’t get itttttt)

i wanna see summer again too! william kept going to school after s1, but what happened to her? the PDs tried to warn her how dangerous getting involved with their superhero business was, but she still viewed it as mostly something to spice up her otherwise boring normal life, and so she poked her nose in anyway. and then she got kidnapped. i want to see her again so we get even just a glimpse of how she’s holding up and if she’s been deterred from inserting herself into superpowered situations now or not. or maybe her memory got wiped, so she doesn’t even remember anything that would endanger her? (idr, was there a time range limit on the use of the memory devices, or no?) i think it’d be cool if she was put into some sort of witness protection program and the boys ran into her living under a new identity. (i don’t expect that to be canon or anything, just throwing it out there as a cool hypothetical bc we literally have no clue what happened with her!!)

and!! i wanna see mark again!!! really really bad. i know all of the guys hate mark, but i like him and i wanna see him again in s3, although idk what the context will be. i was really confused when he winked at the boys in the supermax?? because with the way the woman who was walking them around the prison spoke about him—that he hasn't spoken much and it might not be a good idea to let him have visitors—it made me think "aw man, he's in a horrible place. makes sense." i'm positive that mark is gonna come back, since bizly hinted at it when someone (i think charlie) brought up that they don't know what happened to him since the prison break, and surely he's not dead. i was hoping that we might have a confrontation with him later on where he blames the boys for ashe being gone, but that doesn’t add up with the wink. hey, beebo?? what was with the wink???

then there’s. mal. he’s definitely gonna show up again, and i’m excited for it, but in the “i’m excited to be pissed off” kinda way. i want to see mal looking even rougher than he did in his appearance in s2 so i can shout “L!!” and make the L gesture at the screen, because yes it’ll technically mean bad things because the trickster will be gaining power but also get FUCKED, mallard conway. smarmy bastard. also also, if he touches william again, i am going to Scream. i need that man to evaporate.

[cyaneyesullivan]

listening to WAP and having thoughts...

i took my interest off petekey for a while to focus on other stuff, but everytime i listen to Fall Out Boy, the wonder and amazement spark back immediately... i’m still completely blown away (among other things) by how much Pete must’ve liked (loved) Mikey to keep up with it for so long -- or how much he feels in general. and even if the songs aren’t about Mikey (i have discussed this briefly), it doesn’t change the fact that Pete is absolutely tormented by his own emotions. it’s kind of fascinating.

with that being said, i’m in the mood to list off all the suspicious lyrics ever written by Pete that makes me go “damn, Mikey really did a disgusting number on him” or like, “poor Pete man”

disclaimer: again, these lyrics, let alone songs, might not be about Mikey, but i choose to believe so. i have to satisfy my fixation and bedazzlement on the fact that petekey highkey happened in the summer of 05. 

i’m only including my favorite songs or i’ll be here all night.

italic = my favorite lines

in no particular order:

Bishops Knife Trick (a LOT to unpack in this one): - And I’m living out of time, eternal heatstroke - Spiritual revolt from the waist down - To the places that we never should have left - I’ve got a feeling inside that I can’t domesticate, it doesn’t want to live in a cage, a feeling that I can’t housebreak - And I’m yours, ‘til the earth starts to crumble and the heavens roll away - I’m struggling to exist with you, and without you - I’m sifting through the sand, sand, sand, sand, looking for pieces of broken hourglass - Trying to get it all back, put it back together, as if the time had never passed - I know I should walk away, know I should walk away - But I just want to let you break my brain - And I can’t seem to get a grip - No, no matter how I live with it

Heaven’s Gate (some interesting elements here that describe Pete’s all-consuming yet destructive love) - If there were any more left of me, I’d give it to you (this one is just a personal favorite, not particularly related to Mikey) - Go out in the world, start over again and again, as many times as you can - ‘Cause everything else is a substitute for your love - I’ve got dreams of my own, but I want to make yours come true (another personal favorite lol) - You’re the one habit I just can’t kick

The Last Of The Real Ones (i adore this song but it leaves a lot of space for vague interpretation, so I’ll just list off my favorite lyrics that give me goosebumps when I think they’re meant for Mikey) - You are the sun and I am just the planets, spinning around you - You were too good to be true, gold plated, but what’s inside you? - I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you but not as much as I do, as much as I do - I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me - That ultra-kind of love you never walk away from - I am a collapsing star with tunnel vision, but only for you - My head is stripped just like a screw that’s been tightened too many times, when I think of you - Just tell me, tell me, tell me I, I am the only one, even if it’s not true, even if it’s not true

Just One Yesterday (oh my lord, this one lmao -- honestly the whole song has this odd vibe that it’s a pointed jab at Mikey) - Anything you say can and will be held against, so only say my name - I’d trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday (any notion that suggests Pete is obsessed with the past is a win) - I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way - I don’t have the right name or the right looks, but I have twice the heart (i just feel like maybe he’s implying he’s not a girl and that does not please no-homo Mikey) - If I spilled my guts, the world would never look at you the same way (lol) - And now I’m here to give you all my love - So I can watch your face as I take it all away

Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet (my ultimate favorite of FOB. unbeatable. i had to put it here if only to honor it) --> i talked about it before -- there are no obvious marks of petekey here, but i made a post on it in the past

Immortals (lolol) - I am the sand in the bottom half of the hourglass (hourglass, time, past, bottom half, Pete is still waiting for Mikey, blabla) - I try to picture me without you but I can’t - ‘Cause we could be immortals, immortals, just not for long, for long - And live with me forever now, pull the black out curtains down (blocking public exposure?) - I’m still comparing your past to my future - It might your wound but, they’re my sutures (Pete’s heartbreak = big inspiration that keeps him writing lyrics therefore having a career?)

Centuries (obviously) - Some legends are told, some turn to dust or to gold - But you will remember me, remember me for centuries (they must have done super crazy shit back in 05) - And just one mistake, is all it will take, we’ll go down in history (presumably, their story must be so nuts it will end up in a massive gossip explosion) - Mummified my teenage dreams (his songs lol) - No it’s nothing wrong with me, the kids are all wrong, the story’s all off, heavy metal broke my heart - Bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints - Cause I-I am the opposite of amnesia (notable, since there is concrete evidence of their ‘lovestruck summer’ in the form of a million of his lyrics) - You look so pretty but you’re gone so soon - We’ve been here forever, and here’s the frozen proof (again, his lyrics, photographs, dramas, tweets etc)

Irresistible (honestly, the whole song lmao) - Mon cheri (i’m only putting this one down because, little story: i didn’t know about petekey when i first listened to this song, and i’m french, and when i heard this for the first time i was like, wtf, people keep wanting to use french words and end up using them wrong. well, oops. maybe the use this time wasn’t as faulty as i thought)

HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON’T - I neve really feel a thing, I was kind of too froze - You were the only one, that even kind of came close - I took too many hits off this memory (memory = joint? lmao) - Another day goes by (without Mikey?) - So hold me tight, or don’t (basically, settle or fade) - Oh no, no, no this isn’t how our story ends - I got too high again when I realized I can’t not be with you or be just your friend - I love you to death but I just can’t, I just can’t pretend, we were lovers first - Confidants but never friends, were we ever friends? (interesting point since they never really had a lasting friendship. it’s a well known fact they helped each other with their own monsters (so, confidants), but after the whole summer fiasco, their friendship was at best on and off, and even then, there’s a lot of mourning on Pete’s end. poor guy) - ‘Cause I’m past the limits, the distance between us, it sharpens me like a knife

Jet Pack Blues - I’m the last one that you’ll ever remember - And I’m trying to find my peace of mind - She’s in a long black coat tonight (someone, in a significant night, has been in a long black coat too) - Did you ever love her? Do you know? Or did you never want to be alone? (notable, Pete is questioning whether or not his ‘love’ could stem from loneliness, because this shit happens way too often than should be) - Don’t you remember how we used to split a drink? It never matted what it was - I think our hands were just that close, the sweetness never lasted, no Novocaine (i like this one in particular because it just seems to suggest that Pete will never be finished with this, and will haunt Mikey forever, either to get revenge for being left behind or relive that one unforgettable summer) - I will always land on you like a sucker punch (omg lmao) - I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare - If you knew, knew what the bluebirds sing at you, you would never sing along - Because they took our love and they filled it up, filled it up with novocaine and now I’m just numb - I don’t feel a thing for you (sure) - I’m just a problem that doesn’t wanna be solved - I feel like a photo that’s been overexposed (i wonder if it’s because of all the junk he posted on livejournal) that concludes it! of course, there are so many more obvious songs, like Fourth of July and Bang the Doldrums, but i don’t love those songs, so i didn’t include them. and side note, the lyrics hit that much harder when Patrick is the damn singer and makes everything hurt. but i’ll rant about that in another post, maybe.

(it doesn’t really matter who sees this or doesn’t -- i just wanted to put this out somewhere. petekey will forever be so interesting. the impact Mikey (or whoever Pete wrote about) had on Pete is just unbelievable to me.)

end.

[shayjay26]

My Rotds Reaction

!!Spoilers for the fifth book of Dragonwatch!!

WHY DID IT START WITH FUCKING KNOX

Newel and Doren better not die

I forgot Seth had wings pg 11

Poor Seth he’s beating himself up pg 18

Oop seth killed another dragon- pg 38

Humbuggle being a devious little fuck as always, he’s shorter than me, that little bitch

Humbuggle said it himself, seth is suffering

Lmaooo seth and his sass i cant pg 57

Sang Rou! Pg 61

The harpies called the unforgivable blade “nightbringer” and retreated, cool pg 63

Ahh, Newel and Doren, same old same old, and on pg 69 nonetheless

I have mixed feelings about Celebrant

YES BRACKEN MY BOI HES GONNA ACTUALLY BE IN THIS ONE

Bruh seth is suffering so much, he’s blaming himself, my god

“I forgot my dictionary. What’s prismatic?” lmaoooo pg 102

Yoooo theyre going to obsidian waste yesss pg 110

Shit, pg 122

Tell me why when calvin said “one less thing to worry about” I thought of hamilton, pg 125

NO, JUST NO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, pg 144

Ronodin lived in a fucking apartment?! Lmaoooooo, pg 147

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, pg 151 I FUCKING CANT ITS TOO GOOD LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

LMAO THE FRUIT, pg 152

WHAT THE ACTUAL FLYING FUCK HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT THE FUCK, pg 153

I’m sorry she just called Bracken her boyfriend?? And suddenly she’s 16??? Wild, pg 154

“Please leave behind that third dart” lmaooooooo, pg 155

You can really tell when I was freaking out the most

I will forever remember the chapter “Captured”

NOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK HE SLICED HIMSELF WITH THE BLADE, pg163

I don’t trust the giants, it’s a brandon mull book, pg 168

What a great page to ruin, Knox, 169, you little shit

I want to trust Dagny, but Brandon Mull is the author

I want to pulverise Knox, I want seth to get the crown and then the giants can rip Knox’s limbs apart please I’m begging atp, pg 172

Bruh there is Mizelle and Lizelle, very creative Brandy, pg 176

LMAOOO, bottom of 177

Finally, Kendra’s getting trained, took long enough, pg 178

So Bracken IS they youngest, pg 185

Ronodin and Bracken were raised together, 186

Bracken was blonde

Ooooh, he had good intentions but he MESSED UP, pg 192

FUCK, ronodin thought he was doing something good, pg 196

I FUCKING HATE KNOX, pg 205

Kill him kill hIM KILL HIM KILL HIM KILL HIM, pg 208

NOOOOO FUCK NO KILL KNOX MAKE HIM FUCKING SUFFER I WANT TO SEE HIM TORN LIMB BY LIMB THAT PIECE OF SHIT THAT LITTLE BITCH, pg 209

He fucking sliced Newel.

I still want that fucker dead, pg 214

Ronodin was riding a bike? LMAOOOOOO, pg 222

Give Kendra wings or I’m throwing hands, bitch, pg 240

WARREN MADE A BLIND JOKE THE FIRST WORDS HE HAD IN THE ENTIRE BOOK, pg 250

Seth boutta have giant blood on his hands too, pg 255

“Fair warning - I can fly, and both of my swords have names” lmaooo pg 256

Yo Kendra be lookin for big foot, pg 270

Uh- it was a Raxtus Gavarog situation there, pg 319

Seth is being like “oH i DoNt WaNt ThEm To PrEtEnD tO aCcEpT mE” bitch you stupid, pg 328

“Come forth, Raxtus the fatherless, and meet your fate.” You would say that you useless fuck of a king you bitch, pg 330

Let’s gooooo, I was so scared Raxtus would die, pg 334

The chapter is called homecoming with what looks like fablehaven, ARE THEY GOING BACK????

NOT THE GODDAMN SPHINX AGAIN, pg 348

MURIEL??? Pg 349

Seth all grown up, he’s not trying to sell things for his soccer team to her anymore, I’m so proud, pg 358

There was no date, pg 362

“I don’t have nightmares, I give them to other people.” “Nice line, you should write greeting cards.” pg 372

I knew it was the translocator!!! Pg 378

Kendra boutta try to kidnap someone, they’ve both changed, pg 381

This is like the immortal snail thing but iron birds LMAOOOOOOO, pg 398

The Fairy King really just made the same deal twice the fuck pg 423

FUCKING SHIT NOT NOW pg 426

Bruh the sovereign skull is in selona pg 428

Sounds like the flash, pg 429

I’m saying “drop it” to the Sphinx like a dog now, look how far we’ve come, pg 443

I fucking hate Knox, please, take him away, pg 472

I feel sick to my stomach, he’s so fucking gross I can’t emphasize that enough, pg 473

YOOOOO MY BOI BRACKY ESCAPED pg 481

VIRGIL WAS THE FUCKING TRAITOR AHHHHHHH FUCKING BRANDON pg 484

The innocent is gonna be fucking Tess isn’t it?

At least Bracken finally managed to escape without Kendra lol

KONRAD IS IN THE SOURCE DOME THING!!!! Pg 503

NOOOOO I wanted seth to keep his powers wtf, pg 520

A shadow HEALER???? TF, pg 521

Bracken was riding his sister… IM SORRY, pg 526

“You want me to carry a Dragon Slayer into battle against my father? Is it my birthday or something?” pg 536

Bruh Seth now is light and will return to the alderfairy what the fuck, pg 543

Calvin is practically a giant now whattttt, pg 552

“You chose death today.” “Yes, yours.” pg 559

Kendra bout to be on the dragon’s side, scaring bracken like that LMAO pg 565

Hermo is my new favorite, pg 576

I love the mental image of Seth slapping Ronodin with his wing like someone would a dog who got in trouble, pg 584

Bruh he started running LMAO, pg 585

“I like when they run.”

A naiad really came in saying “mind if i stare, bracken” LIKE WHO TF SAYS THAT LMAOOOOO, pg 587

“Is it why they flirt with you?” “Next question” LMAOOOO

Lmao newel and doren page 600

“Hi, Bracky. Wanna go for a walk with me? I could feed you some carrots.” LMAOOOO pg 602

“Is that what they’re calling it these days” LMAO

WHAT THE FUCK, actually, I’m not that surprised atp, pg 606

Idk what to do with my life now. Jk. But not. Anyways, not sure if I like the ending, not sure if I don’t. Queen, you better do a rewrite. I read the book basically sleep deprived so I wouldn’t have reacted the same if I was fully rested.

[pinkyhim]

Little Mix Up (m)

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 3.4k

theme: enemies to lovers  

 rating: explicit.

warnings: Swearing, ear biting, dry humping, dirty talk, no protection (use protection peeps), hair pulling, wet dreams lmao, marking/hickeys, fingering, slight pain kink?, jk is kind of possessive?, squirting, jk is a big boy (aka he has a big ding dong), slight overstimulation,Jungkook is cute in this uwu,

summary: A little camping trip mix up has you stuck in a tent with your enemy Jeon Jungkook, nothing could go wrong right?

Author’s Note - I originally posted this on another acc but I decided to delete it and just post it on here, Hope you guys enjoy this little piece of shit story :)

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You were not excited about this "healthy" little camping trip that your parents planned up, especially when you heard that the Jeon family was tagging along. You always tried your best to be gracious to them mainly because your mom was forever fixed on you, becoming friends with their only son, Jeon Jungkook. Now he was a problem, you honestly weren't sure why he always loathed you, but now, you don't even care. And for some reason, your mother wanted you to become friends with an asshole like him.

"I'm not going" You stated to your mother for the fourth time this morning, "Well, Y/N, it's not like you have a choice" Your mother responded as you let out a huge groan "I don't wanna go!" You say stomping your foot pouting. "Y/n pouting might work on your father, but not me, so start packing." She responds as you roll your eyes and stalk over to your room flinging the door shut to make your point. You didn't want to go on this trip if it wasn't obvious enough, Your mother wanted to get you and Jungkook in some kind of relationship of sorts but no way in hell were you ever going to date some jerk like Jungkook. You always tried to become acquainted with Jungkook but he continuously blew you off. You sighed laying down on your bed to call up your best friend Park Jimin.

He answered with "What?" You could hear something shuffling in the background "Oops, did I catch you at a bad time?" You said grinning "Nah, I was just scrolling on the internet" He responds and you hum "So what did your mom say?" He asks and you groan "I have to go to the camping trip with the Jeon family" You grumbled as Jimin chuckled "C'mon I'm sure it's not going to be that bad" You laugh dryly "Well obviously you think that because Jungkook is not a complete asshole to you." You say as your mom yells at you at hurry up "Shoot I got to go" You say your goodbyes to Jimin and hang up. Sighing you walk over to your closet and grab a backpack and fill it with necessities. After you finished you walked downstairs to see only Jungkook and your mother. "Um, where is everyone else?" You ask looking at your mother as she smiles "Didn't I tell you, sweetie? It's only going to be you and Jungkook"

Your jaw fell open as you saw Jungkook roll his eyes. Before you could argue with your mother she pushed you out of the house as you stood there completely baffled as Jungkook stood there staring at you. You saw your mother looking out the window so there was no chance of you going back inside to the safety of your home so with your head hanging low you dragged your feet inside Jungkook's black vehicle. Jungkook got inside without a word as he started driving. You were confused as hell, not because of what your mom did, naturally you expected her to pull something like that. What confused you is why Jungkook would agree if it was just going to be you two.

You pulled your phone out and sent a text to Jimin.

Y/N→Jimin you need to come and save me ಠ_ಠ

Jimin→ ????

Y/N→ My mom fucking tricked me!!!!!! She lied, and now I'm going camping with only Jungkook ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ

Jimin→ Lol have fun.

Y/N→ BRUH ur supposed to save me you dick I'm going to die if I spend a weekend with this fuckface next to me ಠ╭╮ಠ

Jimin→ You won't be complaining when you get laid ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

Y/N→  WTF does that mean?!?!?!?!??!!?

You shoved your phone into your pocket as Jimin went offline. You glanced over at Jungkook who was focusing on the road. You weren't going to lie he was handsome as fuck if he wasn't such a dick you might have actually fallen for him. Luckily for you, that didn't happen.

You stared outside the window wondering why Lady luck just seemed to hate your guts, After a while, You decided to break the uncomfortable silence, “Why did you agree?” You ask Jungkook as he huffs out a breath in annoyance, "I had no choice," He mutters out as you roll your eyes, "What? Did you think I would want to go camping with a weirdo like you?" Jungkook questions smirking as you whip your head towards him "What the fuck did you just say, Jeon?" You ask hands gripping the black leather seat tightly, "You heard me Y/N, Knowing you, you'll probably just masturbate the whole time" Your eyes went wide, as you remember that dreaded day where your mom decided to just let Jungkook waltz inside your room.

"Oh, You're here for Y/N?" Your Mother asks Jungkook as he nods, "Well, She's in her room," Your Mother responds as Jungkook gives a small thanks before making his way to your room. When Jungkook reached it, he heard some weird noises, Since he clearly has no sense of privacy or manners he swung the door open and caught you red-handed with your fingers knuckle deep inside your wet core, "Holy shit!" Jungkook shouted not able to tear his eyes away from the sight as your eyes snapped open, "What the fuck!???! Get out!" You yelled, attempting to cover yourself with your blanket but to no avail, Jungkook ran out of your room slamming the door shut leaving you sitting there with a beet-red face.

You blush a crimson color, "Shut up," You state as Jungkook scoffed, "Why did you even masturbate in the first place, You knew I was coming over for the project," Jungkook said as you averted your gaze from him, "W-Well maybe that wouldn't have happened if you just knocked," You respond slightly gnawing at your bottom lip, "Well if you weren't so eager for a date with your fingers, maybe I wouldn't have caught you," Your blood started to boil once you heard the words fall from Jungkook's mouth, "Excuse me?" You ask as you turn your head to see the smug look painted on Jungkook's face, "C'mon Y/N, We both know that the only thing that has touched you in the last three months was your right hand,"

You were about two seconds away from actually murdering Jungkook, but you decided that jail wasn't worth it so you just grumbled and turned away, ignoring Jungkook as you heard him laugh, deciding to distract yourself from him, you grabbed your phone and started to mindlessly scroll through social media, you stopped on a particular post that had your ex's face, you were certain that you had blocked him so you were surprised to see his face, you cringed at the horrible caption "What I do When I see someone pretty, I stare, I smile, Then I get tired and put the mirror down" You sighed as you shoved your phone back into your pocket, deciding to just take a small nap as your eyes fluttered shut,

You were awoken by the sound of Jungkook, "Y/N, Wake up, We're here" Jungkook spoke lightly pushing your shoulder, deciding to be stubborn you just let out a "hmph" before turning away, Jungkook rolled his eyes at your actions before grabbing both of your shoulders and start to viciously shake you, your eyes snapped open as you yelled, "Geez, What the fuck Jeon?!" You shoved his hands off of you as he scoffed, "I just wanted to warn you that your loud snoring might attract bears," Your eyes widen as you blushed, embarrassed, you stepped outside of the car murmuring "I don't fucking snore," You heard Jungkook snort at that "Yeah, right," He said chuckling, you cursed him under your breath before you took in the beautiful view of nature, the smell of grass and bark calmed you as you took a deep breath in, sadly you were broken from your trance as you heard Jungkook speak yet again "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me set up the tent," You could hear the annoyance in his voice, turning your head you saw Jungkook standing there with his hands on his hips looking like an angry child who didn't get their way, you bit your bottom lip holding back your laughter, "I don't know, I think I'll just stand here" You responded copying your posture to look like Jungkook's, "I don't have time for this Y/N" Jungkook spoke as you rolled your eyes, after a minute of watching Jungkook struggle to set up the tent alone you decided to cave in, making your way to Jungkook you helped him set it up, after another couple minutes of confusion Jungkook finally managed to set it up,

By that time the sun was already setting, you were surprised to see that there was only one tent, "Where's the other tent?" You ask as Jungkook turns his head towards you "What other tent?" He responds as you shake your head "There's no way in hell I'm sharing a tent with you," You say as you point your finger at Jungkook as he rolls his eyes, "Then why don't you just sleep in the car, you seemed to be comfortable sleeping there," He responds unfolding a chair for himself before sitting down, You let out a sarcastic laugh before walking over to him,

"No way!" You state stopping right in front of him, "Why don't you sleep in the car?" You ask doing a bad impression of him, Jungkook chuckled lowly before bringing his gaze up to you, you started to blush and fidget slightly under his gaze, You heard Jungkook murmur something under his breath, "What?" You ask, suddenly Jungkook grasped your wrist and pulled you down onto his lap, shocked, you let out a little squeak before Jungkook leans his head towards yours, his lips ghosting above yours before whispering in your ear "I said, you're such a fucking tease," You gasp as you feel him lightly nibble on your ear,

You felt as if you were hypnotized by him, you suddenly yearned for his touch,  more than you would like to admit, suddenly you seemed to have snapped out of your trance as you jumped off of his lap as if he had burned you, your breathing labored as you spoke, "I-I guess we could share," You spoke meekly before Jungkook smiled and said "Great,"

After eating some instant noodles, since both you and Jungkook can't cook worth of shit, You ran off into the forest using the excuse "I have to go the bathroom," After you were a reasonable distance away, you grabbed your phone and texted Jimin,

Y/N→ Jimin I need to speak to u ASAP

You waited a couple of minutes before Jimin replied,

Jimin→ What is it?

Y/N→Okay I know this is going to sound crazy but I think I like Jungkook

Jimin→ (·̿Ĺ̯·̿ ̿) you woke me up for this bullshit,

Y/N→DUDE I'm serious, so basically, I was arguing with Jungkook because there was only one tent and there was no way I was going to share with him, and the SUDDENLY he pulls me onto his lap and calls me a FUCKIN TEASE LIKE WTFFFFF,

Jimin→So now u want the jungcock?

Your eyes went wide as you read the text Jimin sent,

Y/N→ tbh...kinda

Jimin→HA I KNEW IT,

Y/N→WHAT SHOULD I DO?!

Jimin→ How am I supposed to know? ur the one trying to get into Jungkook's pants, not me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Y/N→ Geez Jimin, you're a big fucking help

Jimin→ Thank you, I try （。ˇ ⊖ˇ）

You ran your hands through your hair as Jimin goes offline, "I'm screwed" You mutter before making your way back to the tent, Your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as you saw Jungkook changing right out in the open, You couldn't help but shamefully gawk at his incredibly hot back, how is somebody this good looking? You felt your blood run cold as Jungkook turned around, his eyes meeting yours. Luckily, it seemed like he didn't notice you, he slipped his shirt on before going inside the tent,

You let out a breath of relief, heading over to the car to grab your bag and quickly change into your sleepwear, you started to feel anxious as you realized that you and Jungkook would be sleeping next to each other, You pulled your phone out to check the time 10:48 PM it read, You started to consider just sleeping in the car but you wouldn't allow Jungkook that satisfaction, taking your shoes off you slowly unzipped the tent open, poking your head inside, you saw Jungkook laying on his side you assumed that he was already asleep, cautiously stepping inside you zipped the tent back up before laying down far away from Jungkook.

Not wanting to take your phone out in case it might wake Jungkook up you laid on your back staring at the top of the tent, slowly but surely you ended up falling into a deep sleep,

Jungkook roughly tugged on your hair forcing you to look at him while he mounted you, filthy sounds were falling out of your mouth as you felt tears whelming up from the mixed pleasure and pain you were experiencing, Jungkook leaned down and whispered into your ear "Who knew you were such a slut for my cock Y/N" You felt your high nearing you as you felt even more turned on by the wet slaps of skin that echoed throughout, "J-Jungkook I-I'm go-gonna-" Jungkook cut you off "Hm? You gonna cum all over my cock like the dirty little slut you are?" You nodded multiple times, as you shut your eyes feeling your high approaching quickly,

You woke up in a sweat, you were breathing heavily as you felt your panties stick uncomfortably to your folds that were slick with your juices, "Jungkook," You breathed out unintentionally, "Yes Y/N?" Your head snapped over to the voice as you saw Jungkook laying there, brown eyes filled with lust focused on yours, Jungkook pulled you close to him, you could feel his breath on yours as he stared deeply into your eyes before speaking, "You were thinking about me weren't you?"

You knew that you weren't going to get away with lying to him so you just nodded, focusing your gaze anywhere but Jungkook, You can sense him smirking as he grabbed your wrist and placed it on his very prominent bulge, Your eyes grew wide as Jungkook spoke lowly, "Look at what you did to me Y/N, You're going to fix it," Jungkook growled as he smashed his  soft buttery lips onto yours, your hands found their way to Jungkook's hair as you lightly tugged at it making him let groan, You felt Jungkook snake his hands towards your shorts before hooking his fingers in the waistband and pulling them down, You let out a whimper as you felt Jungkook rub his clothed cock onto your damp panties, Jungkook took the chance to shove his wet tongue inside your mouth, your warm tongues danced together as you let out little moans from the friction Jungkook was creating from rocking his hips back and forth, Jungkook moved his hands towards your ass and gave it a light smack making you yelp, you could feel him smirk before he broke the kiss, you whined slightly making him slap your ass again this time more rough making you moan out, "You're so fucking hot Y/N" Jungkook whispered in your ear before biting lightly making you mewl in want, You felt Jungkook lightly tug on your panties before looking up at you "Can I?" Jungkook asked face completely flushed, He had a little drool on his pink lips but you didn't mind, "Y-Yes," you responded before pulling him in for another wet kiss,

Jungkook tugged you panties off making you shiver as the cold air hit your dripping core, you felt Jungkook run a finger along your folds making you cry out in pleasure, Jungkook pulled away as he looked at you, his dark brown orbs seemed to hold the entire universe, "God, Y/N you don't know how long I wanted you," He spoke before gently pushing a finger into your core, you let out a choked moan as he started to pump fast adding another finger inside you, you felt complete and utter euphoria as his long digits pumped into dripping your core, the wet squelches were loud as you   clenched around his fingers tightly, "You don't know how much I wanted to fuck your drenched pussy the day I saw you touching yourself," You felt yourself growing closer and closer with each word that came from his mouth, "You're mine Y/N" Jungkook snarled as he put his head in the crook of your sensitive neck and started to suck love bites onto your skin making you moaned loudly as your release hit you hard, you started to get extremely sensitive as Jungkook pulled his finger's out of your core as you breathed heavy,

After coming down from your high you grabbed Jungkook's wrist, "I want you," You whispered as he smirked, "You want me?" You blushed hard as you nodded making Jungkook let out a small laugh, "You're so fucking cute," He says blushing "C-Can I take off your shirt?" He asks making you blush also, unable to form any words you nod meekly, Jungkook starts by taking off his own making you marvel at his toned body, running your fingers down his abs he shivers a little bit before pulling his gray sweatpants down, your eyes went wide as you saw his thick member that was confined in his briefs, Jungkook started to gently pull off your t-shirt before unclipping your bra and tugging it off, "God, You're so beautiful," Jungkook breathed out as he pulled you in for a soft kiss, you felt Jungkook lightly nibble on your bottom lip making you whine into his mouth, After pulling away Jungkook started to take off his briefs, His member was beautiful, his tip a light pink, veins that were adorned from the base to the tip, it looked as if it was sculptured by the heavens, Jungkook started to rub the tip along your core gathering your sweet juices, You grabbed his wrist halting his movements, "I-It's been a while since.." You spoke as Jungkook had a warm smile on his face before gently kissing you "I'll take care of you," He responded his gentle voice calming you down,

You felt tears well up in your eyes as he started to push inside your core, you could feel everything, every crevice, every vein, everything, and you loved it, despite the light pain you loved the feeling of Jungkook, Jungkook let out a strangled groan as he bottomed out stopping a moment to let you adjust, "Please move," You begged, that was all he needed before starting a fast pace, his hips snapping as you cried out in pleasure, filthy sounds falling from both of your mouths, the skin slapping filled the entire forest as you felt your high approaching quickly, you were on cloud nine, you started to scream out in pleasure when Jungkook's fingers found their way to your overly sensitive clit rubbing small circles, "J-Jungkook I'm going to c-cum!" You moaned out as Jungkook's thrusts started to get fast and sloppy, the wet smacks from his cock entering and exiting your wet core made you whine loudly, You felt your orgasm come when Jungkook lifted one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder, the new position hitting your sweet spot, you moaned loudly as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you swore that it was the hardest you ever came in your entire life you started to see stars, "Holy shit! You just squirted Y/N!" But you could barely hear Jungkook as you started to get overstimulated, you adored the feeling of Jungkook roughly pumping his member inside your sensitive core, "A-Ah Y/N I-I'm gonna cum" Jungkook groaned out before pulling himself out and spilling white ribbons of his seed onto your stomach,

Jungkook collapsed next to you breathing heavy a light sheet of sweat covering both of you, "C-Can I cuddle you?" Jungkook asks as you turn your head towards him, you smile gently as you see the deep blush that painted his face, Who knew Jeon Jungkook was soft, "Sure," You murmured as Jungkook wrapping his arms around your body the skin on skin contact making you blush,

Maybe this little camping trip won't be a complete drag after all

[enbyprentiss]

High school: The Party

AU where Reid, Morgan, Garcia, JJ, Emily, and Y/N are in high school (they're all the same age, so that Reid isn't 12 lmao). Spencer and Y/N have an unlikely friendship, it's possible that they both want something more but...

Genre: fluff

Spencer x fem!reader

2.2k words

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Spencer and Y/N were sitting in her kitchen after school, "Coolest party trick, go!"

Spencer shrugged, "I don't go to parties, you know that", he laughed a little.

"Yeah, but- -you know what? I'll go first.", she waltzed past him and opened her fridge. She pulled out a can of whipped cream and put a swirl on her hand, "Are you ready?", she giggled.

"Mhm", Reid smiled.

Y/N took her free hand and slapped it across her wrist as she threw her arm up. The whipped cream landed in her mouth and she swallowed it before looking back at him with a huge smile, "Ta-da!"

"Impressive", he responded sarcastically.

"Yeah, yeah whatever", she chuckled, "Your turn"

"Y/N/N, I don't go to parties. I said that."

"Would you?"

"What?"

"Would you ever go to a party?"

Spencer stuttered frantically, "I-I-I don't know. What do you even do at parties? I mean, it's not like anyone would invite me to one"

"You act like I get invited to them", she laughed.

"You do!", he giggled back.

"Well sure, some of them. But it's not like I'm popular, per se..."

"Yes, you are. Everyone likes you. But for some reason, that I'll never understand- - not that I'm complaining, you choose to hang out with me instead."

"Ok well, one- just because I'm known to be a jack of all trades it does not mean everyone from my extracurriculars likes me", she rolled her eyes, "and more importantly two, I choose to hang out with you", she punched him in the arm playfully, "because everyone else sucks dick. All the girls on the volleyball and the softball team think I have a crush on them. All the boys either make fun of me because I'm 'goth' or they just wanna hookup. And then there's you, you're so much better than all of them because talking to you is actually interesting, like a real conversation. Not just about dumb teenage shit that no one cares about."

Spencer turned a bright shade of pink. He always knew he had feelings for Y/N since they met at orientation four years ago. In fact, everyone knew that he liked her. Probably even her, but neither of them ever said anything. He was sure that it was because she didn't feel the same, but he always wondered what it would be like if she did. Other girls had shown interest in Spencer, mostly because he was smart and well- - tall, but it never went anywhere serious because all those girls just weren't, Y/N.

"As for your question, 'What do you do at parties?', there's two answers. What do I do at parties? And, What do normal people do at parties?"

"What do you do at parties?", Spencer was already laughing because he was sure he knew the answer.

"Well, I get a little too drunk, smoke like 3 blunts, look for other bi girls, but then I usually end up making out with like four guys. Oops.", she put her hand in front of her mouth before joining Reid in his laughter.

"Ok, ok- - What do normal people to at parties?"

"Typical popular MO is to get wasted, and dance while also irritating the shit out of everyone else there because they won't stop yelling, some kids smoke too, but mostly they try and see who can hookup with as many people as possible", she was still laughing so her words came out kind of broken.

"That sounds like hell."

"It is. If you're not wasted enough.", she finger-gunned him as she pushed her lips tightly together.

"That also, sounds like hell."

"It's not. Tell ya what, there's a party this weekend at Morgan's, come with me?"

"Morgan, like captain of the football team?", she nodded, "Absolutely not."

"Oh come on, Spence-"

"No, Y/N"

"Why not?", she began to pout.

"Oh, I don't know. Probably because they hate me.", he laughed but part of him sounded genuinely hurt. Y/N put her hand on top of his and rubbed her thumb back and forth, this wasn't odd for them though. Y/N had never been one to shy away from affection.

"They don't hate you, Spence. Although you being friends with me, does make you a threat and a cock-block. So if it seems like they do, that's probably why", she giggled to ease up the tension a little, "but I promise, they really don't. Morgan even said you must be pretty cool if I like hanging out with you. And he's right, ya know?", she removed her hand to playfully nudge his arm, "So will you go with me?"

He spent a minute thinking about it, "Fine. I want it to be clear that I really do not want to though, but I am making this sacrifice for you.", he rolled his eyes whilst smiling at her.

"Yay!", she squealed while wrapping him into her embrace. Spencer always blushed when ever she hugged him or held his hand even though she had been doing it forever. She pulled back with an almost evil smirk, "Look at you, Spencer Reid, going to his first high school party."

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"Here", Y/N handed Spencer a drink she had poured for him as they pushed their way to Morgan's kitchen.

He sniffed it, "What the hell is in this?"

"Vodka but mostly cranberry juice."

"Based off of the smell, I would argue that this is mostly vodka.", he giggled.

"That may be so, but it'll help loosen you up. Up your chances of getting a girl to dance with you."

"The only girl that would ever dance with me is you."

"Not true. If I can get guys to dance with me, you can get at least one girl to."

"No, Y/N that's different."

"How so?"

"Because, you're actually...pretty. Ya know? People like you."

"Spencer, can I tell you a secret?"

He sighed dramatically, "Yeah"

She giggled at his dramatics, "Every girl that I'm friends with thinks that you're cute."

"You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"Spence, have I ever lied to you before?"

"No."

"Exactly.", Y/N turned to walk away.

"Where are you going? You're just gonna leave me here?"

"No, I'll be back.", he looked at her in disbelief, "Go be a big boy and talk to someone", she laughed but Spencer didn't seem to find it very funny. She walked back towards him and put her hand on his shoulder, "Spencer, you can literally stay right here or go find a random corner to stand in and someone will come up and talk to you. That's the great part about parties. Ok?"

He rolled his eyes and nodded in annoyance, "Great, I'll be back."

A few minutes later Y/N found Spencer standing against a wall looking down in his cup as he swirled it around, "How's it going?", she smiled.

"Fine...I guess", except now he wasn't looking in the cup or at Y/N, his eyes were locked on a blonde girl standing on the wall opposite of them.

Y/N turned to see who he was looking at, she turned back and raised her eyebrows, "Cute, huh?"

Spencer tried to say something but it mostly came out as panicked stuttering, "That is Ms. Jennifer Jareau but we call her JJ, well I call her blondie but", she laughed a little, "she's captain of the varsity soccer team, she's super sweet and smart I mean not nearly as smart as you but no one here is", she laughed again, "I think I know how I can get her to dance with you, but you just have to trust me and go with it. Ok?"

"Ok", already Spencer's worries increased because he knew that meant she was about to do something crazy.

"Step one, try not to look like you're gonna piss your pants dude", she giggled yet again so Spencer knew that she had definitely picked up a few more drinks while she was gone, "Step two just do as I say or- - do. Ok, when I say so, put your hands on my waist and don't freak out, just smile."

"I-I-I-I don't know Y/N"

"Well there's no time for worries", she grabbed his hands and placed them on her waist before wrapping her arms around his neck. Spencer swallowed thickly, his eyes widening as a huge blush spread across his face, "That doesn't look like a whole lot of smiling to me", she laughed.

"Sorry", he started to loosen up as he felt the alcohol begin to course through his veins.

"This is where I need you to trust me", Y/N guided Spencer's hands more towards her hips. As they continued to dance like this Y/N put her hand on Spencer's check and swiped her thumb across his lips briefly. She turned to check if JJ was looking at them, when she saw she was she quickly looked back at Spencer and whispered, "You're welcome.", before walking off.

Reid felt his heart rate increase as JJ walked towards him, she stuck her hand out, "I'm JJ"

"Spencer", he rejected the handshake, "Sorry, I have a thing about germs."

"What are you doing here then?"

"I-I-I don't know. I was dragged here against my will.", he giggled.

"Yeah, I could tell this wasn't really your scene."

"Is it really that bad?"

"No, you just don't seem like the type."

Spencer felt bad because even though he was listening to what JJ was saying, he kept looking to where Y/N was standing in a group. He thought JJ was beautiful, she just...wasn't the girl he wanted to be spending the night with.

JJ looked back to the kitchen to see what Reid was looking at, "You like her, don't you?"

"Y/N? No, she-she's just- - my best friend, only friend really. She's the one who dragged me here in the first place."

"If you like her, you should just go for it.", all that came from Spencer was more stuttering, "Come on, let's go talk to her.", before he could protest he was already being dragged along by his wrists.

"Hey blondie.", Y/N's eyes met Spencer's sure enough they were still full of panic, "Uh- - JJ, Spencer, this is", she gestured with her arm, "Morgan, Emily, and Penelope."

They all got to talking for a bit before Y/N quietly excused herself.

"So, are you ever gonna ask her out, pretty boy?", Morgan asked Spencer.

"I-I...no."

"Aww, why not?", the quite cheery and probably drunk Penelope cooed.

"I don't know- - it's just...not like that.", he shook his head.

"Are you serious? It's so obvious she likes you.", Emily laughed. Her and Y/N were sort of similar, same sense of humor and 'gothic' style.

"No, she doesn't.", Spencer replied, "It's just I can't risk it", he was certain he was tipsy now, he couldn't believe he was being so honest with people he had just met.

"What's the worst that could happen?", JJ asked.

"She's my only friend. If I tell her I have feelings and she doesn't feel the same, I have no one left."

Penelope wrapped him in a warm embrace, "Don't say that! You have us now!"

"Just go for it, kid.", Morgan patted him on the shoulder.

"Yeah, if I know Y/N, she's probably in the bathroom throwing up so...", she looked at JJ who was starting to catch her drift.

"Maybe you should go, check on her", JJ nudged his arm and winked at him twice.

Spencer rolled his eyes at his new found friends and began to push his way to the bathroom. He knocked softly on the door, "Y/N are you ok?", the door swung open. Y/N was sitting on top of the counter rinsing her mouth with mouthwash.

She spit it out, "All good.", she replied weakly.

"Jesus, does this happen to you every time?", he laughed.

"Oh yeah, usually twice actually.", she attempted to make her tone happier, but it wasn't working.

Spencer wrapped her in a hug, "Is that also gonna happen to me?", he laughed.

"I don't know, we've never tested your tolerance, but probably not."

Neither of them said anything as they pulled away from the hug, but Spencer's eyes kept flicking down to Y/N's lips back to her eyes. She must of picked up on this because as her tongue flicked over her bottom lip she looked down towards the floor. Before she even knew it Spencer's lips were pressed against hers with his hands on either side of her face.

He pulled back and she looked at him in disbelief, "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Oh god", he turned to get out of the bathroom.

Y/N caught him by the wrist, "No, it's ok", she pulled him back towards her and wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him softly again, "Can you believe it's taken us four years to do that?", she laughed as her forehead rested against his when they finally pulled away.

"We wasted so much time, huh?", he laughed back.

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i wrote this from kind of a weird POV but by the time i realized it was too late lmao. i promise they won't all be like this.

[tinybibmpreg]

almost forgot to post the next prompt fill today lmao.. anyway fill 4/80, #61 - That is not a good hiding spot. ft my hero turned villain OC LeClerc Clifton (hero name Sharp Shot, villain name Dead Mark), and his hero friend from his former hero team, Sprint.

Bullseye: Bad Habits

“That is not a good hiding spot,” LeClerc’s former teammate told him, raising an eyebrow as they walked up to the motel he was currently staying at.

Sighing as he could feel a headache starting to build, LeClerc replied, “It’s not a hiding spot. It’s just where I’m staying.”

“If you say so.”

“I do say so. I told you, Sprint, I’m just living here temporarily until I can go home.”

Sprint gave him an incredulous look. LeClerc rolled his eyes and pulled his room key out of his pocket, unlocking his front door. As they walked in, Sprint insisted, “That makes it sound like a hiding spot!” Then, he asked, “Why can’t you go home? Is someone after you?”

“No one is after me, but it’s none of your business,” he snapped. His back twinged and he winced, putting a hand on the small of it. Not a great start to the evening, LeClerc thought. He’d been planning to just relax, have dinner, maybe take a warm bath for his back, and watch some television until he fell asleep. He certainly hadn’t planned on Sprint running into him at the convenience store and demanding that they catch up.

Sprint took his elbow, and LeClerc yanked away, hissing. “Oops, sorry,” Sprint apologized, “-forgot you hate being touched without warning.”

“I don’t like being touched at all.”

Ignoring that, Sprint’s expression grew serious. “If you need any help at all,” he offered, “-I can help you. Any of the team would drop what they’re doing if you’re in danger.”

“I can protect myself,” LeClerc shot back.

Still, he turned his head and flushed. It was sweet that Sprint and the others still cared about him enough to rush to his aid without any information even after he’d abandoned all of them. It made him feel a bit guilty.

But before he could think too much about the events that had led to him leaving his superhero team, Sprint grabbed his shoulders and went, “Sharp Shot, look at yourself! I know you probably could protect yourself, but you’re pregnant! You should have other people looking after your safety. It’s hard enough to protect yourself individually, but your baby too?”

“No touching,” LeClerc hissed before he could process what Sprint had said.

The hero stammered another apology, pulling his hands away as if scalded. He clapped them together to try to keep from being grabby again. LeClerc doubted he’d be able to manage it for very long- Sprint was high energy and high affection. He was always getting up in his friends’ space and touching them, even with reminders not to.

Back on the team, he had gotten used to it. Sprint had eventually learned that if he pulled away not to step with him, and it was easy enough to stand near someone else on the team who didn’t mind the touching.

But now they were alone in a small motel room, and it’d been years since he’d last had to cope with Sprint’s affectionate nature. Never mind that he wasn’t feeling well and was on edge from being pregnant.

Sprint was staring at him, a determined look on his face. But his mouth was twisted down into the slightest frown, and he shifted his weight from foot to foot, his hands separating and grabbing at bits of his clothes. He was worried.

LeClerc took a deep breath and reassured his former teammate, “Sprint, I’m fine and I’m safe, I promise. I didn’t want to tell you because I’m a very private person and it’s also kind of embarrassing, but-” His voice caught a bit, and suddenly he felt exhausted and overwhelmed. Sprint’s expression morphed into pure concern.

“Sharp?”

“My wife kicked me out of the house. We had a huge argument and she told me to fuck off for a while. I haven’t seen or heard from her or our daughter in weeks.”

“You have a daughter? Oh, man, I don’t what I’d do if I wasn’t allowed to see my boys.”

“You have kids?”

“Yeah, um, two years ago, I adopted- shit, Sharp, are you okay?”

“Damnit.” He wasn’t, he really wasn’t. He’d gotten through the past few months thinking that every week was going to bring a phone call where his wife would invite him back home and tell him she did in fact trust him around their daughter, that he was still the man she’d fallen in love with.

But it’d been over a month since she’d last left him a message updating him about their daughter and how she still wanted some space and time to think. He hadn’t gotten to talk to his daughter over the phone at all after a disastrous call two weeks after he’d left. Just the thought of it made him tear up just thinking about it now. He’d made a colossal mess of things with his family, and now he was all alone, five months pregnant and miserable, moving every so often from one cheap motel to another somewhere, wasting away.

“Oh man, you’re crying- shit, can I hug you? Maybe you’ll hate this but I’m going to hug you.” Sprint stepped forward and wrapped his arms around him, giving him a gentle squeeze. “If I’m hurting you or you hate it just say so, okay?”

Just a minute ago he would have reeled back and snapped at Sprint, but now he buried his face against Sprint’s chest, trying not to sob.

Sprint rubbed his back, leaning forward so his chin was on top of LeClerc’s head. It actually felt quite nice.

Until Sprint, whose mouth moved as much as his hands, started talking. “Uh, I don't know the whole story or anything but your wife kicking you out while you're pregnant and not letting you hear from your daughter is a pretty awful move.”

LeClerc pulled away to look up at him. “What? No, no, that's not-” He wiped his eyes and took a shaky inhale. “I worded that badly. She didn't… kick me out. She just asked for some space. She offered to move back in with her mother, but I didn't want our daughter to have to move, so I left the house.”

“Still, you're pregnant.”

“I didn't know at the time until a couple weeks later… and I don't know if she knows… I've left her voicemails about the baby since we always start arguing when she calls, but she might not have listened to them if she was upset.” He put a hand on his belly, feeling the baby shifting underneath it.

Sprint crossed his arms and tapped his foot, thinking. Then he snapped his fingers and said, “Wait, you’re totally emotionally weird.”

“You’re so comforting,” LeClerc growled, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Have you tried calling her? I remember when you got into that big row with Reg it didn’t even occur to you that you could be the first one to try to make peace.”

“I… I don’t think my wife would like that.”

“You need to, I think. Come on, Sharp,” Sprint coaxed him. “You’re five months pregnant and don’t look so good. You need to go home and work things out with your wife. If she’s nice like you said, then I’m sure whatever happened will blow over once she knows you’ve got another little one on the way.”

Cordelia would push aside their argument and welcome him back home as soon as she knew he was pregnant. She cared about and loved their daughter fiercely. So much that she’d asked him to leave to protect her. She’d surely feel just as strongly about their new child. Their argument would be put on hold for quite a while now that he was pregnant.

But still, the question he’d been steadfastly avoiding came to the forefront of his mind, making him feel sick. What if Cordelia did know he was pregnant and hadn’t asked him to come home, didn’t want him to come home? It seemed impossible, but what if she was that upset with him, that afraid for their daughter’s safety that she was willing to leave him waiting forever? Maybe she was frightened that the baby would be like him, dangerous. Or maybe she was just waiting for the baby to be born, so she could take it away from him.

Maybe he was too dangerous to be trusted around his own children.

He grit his teeth. LeClerc hadn’t dared to let himself think that, that his wife was right in her belief that he couldn’t be trusted to keep their young daughter safe, that he willingly put her in harm’s way. The past few months he’d firmly believed that Cordelia just didn’t understand. But maybe she was right, that he was the one who didn’t understand. He just wanted to make sure his daughter could protect herself, just as he’d been able to protect himself at her age. But she got hurt more often than not when he took her out and tried to teach her, scared her with warnings and stories from his past.

I should probably tell her, LeClerc thought, stomach lurching. I should tell Cory she was right, I’m dangerous, and she should take the kids and forget about me. But he didn’t want to do that. He wanted to see his daughter again, wanted to go home and be with his family.

“You’re doing that thing you did,” Sprint said quietly, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“What thing?”

“When you quit the team and vanished, you were always thinking a lot. You’re doing it right now. Don’t do something crazy, please. Think about your family.”

LeClerc didn’t want to think about any of this anymore. He tried to calm himself down by reasoning that he always thought the worst and was too negative. Cordelia was probably just busy or upset with him or kept forgetting to call him. If he just stayed in his motel room and made sure his phone was on and charged, then eventually she would call and he wouldn’t have to feel so horrible. Everything would work out. It had to.

His hands shaking, he went over to his dresser and opened the top drawer. As he fished out what he was looking for, he announced to Sprint, “I need a smoke.”

“What?”

He opened his pack of cigarettes and pulled one out, then pulled out his lighter. He headed for the door, recalling that the motel had a ‘no smoking in the rooms’ rule. When Sprint didn’t follow him, he turned back and asked, “You coming?”

“You smoke?”

“I’ve always smoked.” LeClerc raised an eyebrow. Surely Sprint hadn’t forgotten that he smoked. He’d asked him to use his superspeed to run to a gas station and get him a new packet a few times on missions.

Sprint gave him an odd look and glanced down at his belly. LeClerc frowned, his face hot as he realized why Sprint had sounded so surprised.

“It’s… it’s fine, Sprint. It’s just one. I probably won’t even finish it.”

“Sharp, that stuff’s really bad for you, especially with your baby.”

“The baby will be fine. I hardly smoke at all compared to how I used to back in the day.”

“You shouldn’t be smoking at all! God, do you still drink?”

He felt ashamed, but tried to reason, “It’s just to help me relax. I had a few cigs and drinks here and there when I was expecting my daughter, and nothing happened.”

Sprint looked torn. “It’s still not good for you.”

“I hardly do it. I’m stressed out, that’s all,” LeClerc promised him. He didn’t dare mention that he’d been very stressed the past few months, especially so during the past few weeks. He stepped outside and brought the cigarette to his lips. It took him a few tries to light it, his hand shaking around his lighter, and then he took a long drag and sighed, leaning against the wall of the motel. Sprint came out and closed the door behind him.

His expression was disapproving and a little bit sad, so LeClerc stared across the parking lot instead. As he smoked, Sprint was uncharacteristically quiet.

Midway through the cigarette, LeClerc’s former teammate found his voice again. “That’s a nasty habit.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Make sure you call your wife, yeah? I should head out. Gotta pick up my kids.” Sprint took a step forward, getting ready to run. He blurred and just like that, he was gone.

LeClerc sighed and pulled his cellphone out of his pocket.

[tsubaki3192]

250+ Followers Celebration! Proposal HCs [Yukimura, Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, Mitsunari]

Requested by: @nad-zeta​

Notes: Hm… I suppose ‘mitsu’ means both Mitsus? xD Okie, I’m doing them both anyway :3

Lmao Halfway through Mitsuhide’s and I’ve completely forgotten that this is supposed to be a PROPOSAL headcannon and not a wedding one oops-

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Yukimura:

….. Mah boi Yuki has no idea how to propose to you.

It shocks Shingen, who, by the way, had been expecting it, though perhaps not his vassal asking him for help. Somehow, Sasuke just happens to be there, dropping from the ceiling to contribute.

…. Given Sasuke and Shingen, It’s not surprising when his proposal plan begins to become overwhelmingly similar to that of a wedding… in terms of how much is put into it. 

You’re lucky that he manages to stop his lord’s excessive behaviour, fuelled by Sasuke’s modern ideas.

Honestly, he miraculously manages to slip out of the conversation after it changes in a very… Shingen direction, coming across Kenshin not long after.

The God of War’s a good listener, and since he knows it’s gonna interrupt his war plans, he gives his own suggestion: It’s a rather Kenshin suggestion but, Yuki ponders, violence aside, it’s not a bad suggestion.

….He goes through with Kenshin’s idea.

Yukimura knows how much you adore his pet wolf, Muramasa, and just like how Kenshin said he would use his bunnies, he uses Muramasa in an indirect kind of proposal.

He spends several days and several long, gruelling hours attempting to write a letter to you, like Kenshin suggested. And... gives up, realising the sheets of paper hold nothing more than bullet points of the reasons why he loves you.

So that’s what he goes along with.

He sticks pieces of paper everywhere in the Uesugi castle, remembering all the little spots 

It begins on your pillow one morning, when Yukimura wakes before you do (maybe to shy away or to check if the others are still there). The message simply says “You look so cute when you wake.”

You know it’s Yuki- His handwriting is obvious to you now. You sleepily flush, following the arrow and turning the page around. It says “Now go get changed, dummy.”

You smile through the blush, doing as he tells you to. The next note is pinned to the collar of your haori. You follow through with this, curious at each next note. 

The final one is in an envelope in Muramasa’s jaws, with a final note inside.

It says: “The reason I’m doing this? … Please marry me…”

A flushed Yukimura had been following Muramasa around, finally coming up to you as you give him a hug and whisper “Yes” in his ear.

The boy blushes, grabbing the envelope from your hands and-

Yukimura’s had an engagement ring made for you, encrusted with several small diamonds within the band width, thanks to a suggestion by Sasuke. It’s his way of giving you something even slightly modern.

Your eyes just widen as he smiles, slipping it onto your fourth finger.

“Yuki, it’s supposed to on my left fourth finger, not the right one”

*Cue a blushy mess of a Yukimura*

Nobunaga:

…. Is the type to splurge…. And…. it’s not even the wedding yet… 0.0

To be fair, it takes him not much longer than a quiet night by your side, watching your chest rise and fall beneath the covers for him to make up his mind. 

He’s never felt more at peace with his split-second thought to decision.

It takes only a day morning for his plans to begin: Extravagant kimonos designed and commissioned for a couple in his clan colours: Crimson, black and gold, decorated in greys with his clan symbol. 

Flowers from who knows where in the world are delivered to the castle on the day, and he assigns Masamune on cooking duty- an utter delight, considering he’s the first and only member of the Oda forces who knows of Nobunaga’s plans.

Hideyoshi has no clue what’s going on when there’s suddenly a small-yet-noticeable dent in funds. Mitsuhide on the other hand, has already sussed out the situation, smirking and ignoring Hideyoshi’s pestering.

(Ieyasu couldn’t honestly care less, and Mitsunari wouldn’t even notice until the event....)

He’s confident too and absolutely certain you’d say yes: That’s your whole reason for staying with him anyway. But that doesn’t stop him from going the extra mile just for you. 

He takes the day off (as much as he can xD He’s still a Daimyo after all), taking you to a particular field of flowers your eyes have lingered upon many-a-time he’s headed off to war in that direction. 

He’s not sure if you’ve realised it, but your lips had once spoken quietly, “I’d like to go there one day…”. He knows it’s cheesy, but he’ll pretty much do as you say… with some level of arrogance, of course- It’s Nobunaga, after all xD

He takes you there in the middle of spring, when the flowers are in full bloom- He’s sent a handful of (rather excited) scouts to check.

He takes you out that same day, picking up the wrapped bundle of completed kimonos, handcrafted and specially designed by one of the best seamstresses, and Masamune’s meal in a basket beside him.

And despite the lavash everything he has for you back in the castle when you return, his proposal is simple, genuine and… well, less demanding.

When you arrive at the field, he unravels the bundle of cloth and drapes one over your shoulders as you stare at the flowers in awe. It catches your attention and you run your fingers along the greys and blacks of the fabric, tracing the embroidered sakura on the inside.

“Nobunaga-”, your lips begin, only to be cut off with a gasp: He’s kneeling on the ground in front of you, smiling softly as he takes his hand in yours. 

“Do you remember my first words to you? I asked you to ‘stay by my side’... and the offer still stands. But I would like to add a single word to that. So won’t you forever be by my side?”

Your response is nothing more than a leap into his arms, whispering a quiet “yes!”

Mitsunari:

……

Can I tell you the truth? The thought of marriage has come across in his mind before, but it’s never had the chance to be in a conversation, so he’s left it alone, thinking that you’re fine the way the two of you were.

He’s also anxious, that poor boy, but he brushes it off when you once asked him what’s wrong after he had been staring at the same page in his book for a solid hour.

So……. I headcannon Mitsunari’s the type where you need to propose to him first… Not that I don’t think he can’t, but it’s more so the fact that marriage doesn’t really matter to him.

The proposal’s nothing special- 

It’s a simple morning when you go to wake him up, slipping a small note into that unfinished book he’s reading, several pages ahead of where he’s up to.

It’s something you’ve consulted the other warlords with, each giving their own wild idea for proposals.

You’re not gonna lie though- When you had initially proposed the idea to them, they were shocked until you had told them that it wasn’t unusual for a woman to propose in your time.

Ideas you dismissed immediately were from Masamune and Nobunaga, and Mitsuhide too, when he suggested something completely within his boundary of actions.

Poor HIdeyoshi was so shocked he literally couldn’t say a word…. Any coherent word, anyway.

Only Ieyasu gave you something decent, scoffing down his tea in embarrassment when you smiled and thanked him.

The note slips from the book once he picks it up, and he freezes, dropping the book immediately to search for you.

You’re out in town, Hideyoshi mutters, he, too, faltering when he accidentally sees the note in his hand.

And you are- with some friends you’ve made in town who, admittedly, know exactly who you are. You’ve told them you’ve proposed to Mitsunari, who they also know to be your lover, so they’re not surprised when they spot the silver-haired warlord seeking you, clothing and hair disheveled from his search.

But when he falters at the sight of you smiling brightly with your friends, they grin at you, playfully shoving you in his direction and making a handful of rather… unnecessary excuses.

“Do you really mean it?” It’s something he asks when you finally reach a quieter location. And you just smile at him, nodding your head. 

His only response is to draw you to him, pressing his lips firmly against your own.

Yes.

Mitsuhide:

…. Okay. 

So the thing is, even if you tried to propose to him, he’d out-propose you with something even more amazing… Perfectly incorporating his own ideas with the plans you’ve made.

But the thing is, you don’t mind: You know he’s wanted this since forever. In fact, you’re almost certain all his dreams will come true by simply marrying you.

So instead, you don’t say a word. Instead, you begin your plans with requesting for silky, white fabric, several rolls of blue thread and ribbons of a maya blue and white.

Yes, you’re making your own wedding kimono and for some unfathomable reason, he knows you’re making his too. 

(maybe it’s because you’ve stolen clothes from him for size measurements… But who honestly knows… Maybe Kojuro told him? xD)

Either way, it’s a rather simple occasion. Neither you, nor Mitsuhide, had ever fancied anything extravagant anyway…. Nor do you do it in public either.

But he knows anyway: It happens one random day in his private quarters, as opposed to a celebration in the Azuchi halls. 

Really, it’s nothing special, yet Mitsuhide has somehow snagged the artificial fabric bellflower from his wedding hakama, strutting into his bedroom with it pinned to his usual clothing. A wooden box of a bellflower branch in his hands, this time made of blown European glass. 

You’re just there in his room, reading through a scroll you had created specifically for the occasion. You don’t even realise he’s entered and he creeps behind you, wrapping his arms around you.

You’ve predicted it instead- Turning your head to face him in response, you kiss him against the cheek and hold the scroll out to him.

“You received a letter while you were away…”

He smirks, replying with a “So you took the liberty of opening it?”

A glance at his face and the flower pinned to his clothes, you know he knows your question. And he’s given you your answer already.

Yes.

Nevertheless, he gently takes the scroll from your hands and places the wooden box gently into your own. 

Inside, the blue-white-purple glass flowers sits amongst the soft, fluff-filled silk. Written gently on each flower are the words “Will” “you” “marry” “me?”. 

You both share a grin, pressing a kiss to his lips in mutual agreement.

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[outrebanx]

Dragonfly - Chapter 7

JJ Maybank x female reader (series)

Summary: The final chapter!!! You spend the night with JJ at the beach after being stuck in your house for days

Word count: 1.5k (another short one oops - but it was too hot to think today so oh well)

Warnings: swearing(?), a little bit of smut at the end (sex in a public place), grammar mistakes probably

Chapters 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 

A/N: I was really struggling to write for this chapter but even though I don’t particularly like writing smut (its even worse than my normal writing lmao) it kinda felt like it fit at the end of this little series and I’ve drunk quite a bit of wine already today which makes it easier to write this stuff // But anyway thanks for reading this series, any nice comments/notes I’ve got have made me so happy and makes me feel like my writing isn’t as bad as I think it is 🥺💙 

It had been a few days since your accident from when you were surfing, and by the request of your dad, JJ and anyone else who knew, you were ‘taking it easy’. This meant you couldn’t really go anywhere or go back to work just yet - so you were bored out of your mind. Doing nothing was something you’d never enjoyed you like keeping yourself busy, whether it was working, being out on the water, walking - anything that kept you moving and busy was good in your books. But because of your concussion your dad had put you under house arrest, even with the numerous times you said you felt fine (which you did), your dad wouldn’t budge as he is a worrier so he didn’t listen.

JJ had only come to see you once since you got back from the hospital, not that it bothered you too much you knew he was working and hell it was nice not to see the worry in his eyes. But he had messaged you this morning saying he was taking you somewhere tonight so you were beyond excited, if not a little nervous - not knowing what he had in store for you.

To occupy yourself today (until you saw JJ), you’d started cleaning the house, but like normal when you did that it hadn’t lasted long as you’d found something to distract you. You were sat on the floor, legs crossed, going through a photo album of you, your dad and your mum when you were growing up. You had never really liked having your picture taken, so there were lots of photos of you making as many silly faces as possible, but they made you smile now, and there were a few where your dad had tickled you just as the picture was taken, causing a genuine smile on your lips, even if you were trying to escape his grip.

Looking at these photos made your heart a little fuller, you’d spent so long trying to not think too much about your mum, but you had decided that you wanted to embrace some of the memories, both good and bad, of your life before Outer Banks.

There was a knock on the door, you looked at the time realising you’d been going through photo albums for 2 hours somehow, and it was now evening, the light already fading outside.

You quickly ran to the door, opening it up to be met with the smiling face of JJ Maybank.

“Hey,” you said, pulling him into a hug.

He pulled away from the hug to look at you, “Hey yourself.”

You stayed like that for a few seconds, looking and admiring each other, before you broke the silence, “So what’s the plan for tonight then?”

He tapped his nose with his finger, “You’ll find out soon enough.”

You pouted, “I’m saying this now - if you murder me I will haunt you forever.”

“I would expect you to, but no need to worry it’s nothing like that.” He laughed.

“Good,” you opened the door for him to come in, “also I didn’t realise the time so you can come in whilst I get ready.”

“Wow and I thought I was the unorganised one.”

You stuck your middle finger up at him causing him to laugh as you headed to your room, him following closely behind you.

“Do I at least get a hint on where we’re going so I can pick my outfit?” You asked.

“I suppose,” he said from where he was already laying on your bed, “the beach - so I guess don’t wear clothes you don’t want getting sandy.”

You smiled at him before turning to look in your wardrobe, flicking through your summer dresses that look nice over a bikini. You settled on a light blue one with a small flower pattern and a white bikini, you quickly went into the bathroom to change, admiring how you looked in the mirror before returning back to your room.

JJ’s eyes widened when he saw you, “You look incredible Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you blushed, before grinning at him, “but I always do.”

He stood up from the bed, moving to embrace you, “Oh absolutely, I wanted to make a move as soon as I saw you but I thought you might not appreciate that.”

“Good call there,” you laughed, leaning in to kiss him.

Before your lips touched his he picked you up by you waist and threw you over his shoulder, making you squeal, and carried you out of your house and towards his bike.

You rode behind him for the journey, your hands around his waist and your face pressed into his shoulder, smiling the whole way there.

It didn’t take you long to get to the beach, and when you arrived JJ got off his motorcycle, took your hand and began leading you down onto the sand.

He turned to look at you, “Hey, close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Please just do it.” You did as he said, closing your eyes, allowing JJ to lead you to an area on the beach, gripping his hand tightly in case you fell over.

You came to a stop, he squeezed your hand “Okay you can open them now.”

In front of you, illuminated by the moon, was a new board, a bright sea blue colour, just like JJ’s eyes, your heart fluttered, but he had as little money as you so you couldn’t accept his gift

“JJ you shouldn’t have bought me this.” You said, “I’ve got some money saved up and once I get back to work I can buy my own, you shouldn’t have spent your-“

He held his hand up, indicating for you to stop talking, “Stop stressing - I didn’t buy it Y/N so you can’t say no.”

“Oh God, did you steal it?”

He laughed, “Actually no, it’s one of my old boards - it’s obviously too small for me now, but when you broke yours I saw your face and I didn’t want you to have to spend loads of your savings, so I fixed it up a little and now it’s yours.”

There were some tears in your eyes at his caring gesture, “Really?”

“Really. Now do you like it?” He asked

You swung your arms over his shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug, “I love it!”

“And I love you.”

He froze, realising what he had revealed, “Ignore that please.”

You pulled away slightly, looking at his face, the slight panic in his eyes, “Nope, because even though I’ve known you for such a short time, I love you too JJ Maybank.”

JJ cups your chin in his hand, smiling, and presses a surprisingly gentle kiss to you lips. You fall into the kiss, both of you sinking to sit on the sandy beach.

JJ lifts you off the ground and into his lap, his arms wrapping around you tightly, pressing the breath from your body. He looks at you in question, asking you if you want to do this, you just nod and move your head to one side, exposing your neck.

He gently bites the skin of your throat, then kisses it, emitting a small moan from you. This noise only encourages him further, his rough hands move onto your hips as he continues making marks along your neck.

You felt him get hard underneath you, breathless, you lock your legs around his waist and squeeze, hands under his shirt and your fingernails tracing lines along his back causing him to gasp and clutch you tighter. He moves in for another kiss, your breathes mingling and tongues intertwining, both of you beginning to get impatient.

He takes off his shirt then raises his eyebrow at you, understanding what he wants you slowly take off your dress, revealing just your bikini underneath then move to unbutton his shorts. You both continued to take off some clothes until you were both naked, right by the sea and hoping no one else will show up on the beach even if the thought of getting caught excited you both a little.

His hands grip you by the waist, moving you on top of him, and he slowly begins rocking your body against his, the both of you moaning with every movement, the love you feel for each other making the night brighter.

Both you and JJ climaxed at the same time, as if you were one person, and rolling off of him, you lay side by side, holding hands and looking at the night sky. You had found someone you would love forever.

A/N: thanks again for reading!!!! and I’m going to drink more wine 🤙

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