#why couldn’t have been like you’ll find the job of your dreams soon or something like that

[katrinaiceheart]

Oh god please no, I’m already struggling.

[nanawritesit]

SingleDad!Mingi x Nanny!Fem!Reader (NSFW/ 18+/ MDNI)

A/N: No one requested this but I had a dream about dilf Mingi last night and I HAD to process it SOMEHOW. I’ll put a warning above the smut if you just want the fluffy parts. But if you’re like me and have raging daddy issues, you’ll love it all :)

TW: female reader with she/her pronouns, reader is afraid of thunderstorms, cursing

NSFW TW: making out, groping, grinding/ dry humping, nicknames such as “sir, good girl, naughty girl, baby girl, little girl, princess,” oral sex (giving and receiving,) nipple play, marking up, hair pulling, fingering, protected intercourse

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You never wanted to be the kind of girl who would hook up with her boss. Especially when it was the father of the two adorable twins you looked after. But Song Mingi was simply irresistible. He had a way of flustering you and making you feel safe. And it was all because of that stupid thunderstorm.

It was late at night, and the kids were fast asleep in their rooms. You were sitting on the couch, waiting for Mr. Song to come home so you could leave. His job meant that he was working most of the day, so everyday you would pick them up from school and spend time with them until they went to bed. You also watched them on the weekends and whenever Mr. Song was away on a business trip.

The kids were crazy about you. They saw you more than their own father, so you were practically a mother to them. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t attached to them as well. You tried not to get too close to the families you worked for, but something about these kids just tugged at your heartstrings.

You and Mr. Song got along great as well. He was always so grateful for your help taking care of his kids. The two of you weren’t very close, but your conversations were always pleasant. Plus, he was very handsome. You didn’t want to admit it, but he always made you weak in the knees when he came home in a suit, his hair all tousled, his rings and chain glimmering in the dim light.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a bright flash of light coming through the window. It was followed by a loud booming noise, one that made you jump up in your seat.

“Oh great.” you said to yourself. “A thunderstorm.”

It had been raining pretty hard, but you were still holding out hope that it wouldn’t result in a storm. Why couldn’t it have waited until after Mr. Song came home? Then you could go home and hide away under your bed like you always did when there was thunder.

You gripped the hem of your shorts anxiously, biting your lip as you thought about what to do. The storm looked pretty horrible. You tried to do a couple of deep breaths to calm yourself down.

“Mr. Song will be here any minute…” you whispered to yourself.

And soon he was. You jumped at the sound of the front door swinging open behind you, turning around to see him entering the house.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” he chuckled, setting down his umbrella to remove his coat.

“It’s okay, I’m just a little jumpy.” you laughed nervously. “How was work?”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “The usual. A slew of boring meetings and compromising with people I have to pretend I like.” He hung his coat up and slipped off his shoes. “How were the kids today?”

“The usual as well. They were little angels.” you told him.

“I find that hard to believe.” he scoffed humorously. “Then again, they always listen to you more than they listen to me. You’re so good with them.”

You couldn’t help the light blush that crept its way up your cheeks. Something about Mr. Song praising you made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside. You looked down at your lap with a bashful smile, then continued with the conversation.

“Minsu got an A on his spelling test today. The teacher told me he’s one of the smartest kids in his class.”

“Oh really? That’s amazing. I’ll have to tell him how proud of him I am at breakfast tomorrow.” he said with a warm smile. “What about Minji?”

“She didn’t have any tests today, but she had a lot of fun in art class.” you smiled, running a hand through your hair. “She actually made you a painting, it’s hanging up on the fridge.”

He walked into the kitchen to look at it. “Oh…” he sighed affectionately, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s the four of us, isn’t it?”

“M-hm.” you nodded. “I’m pretty sure it’s supposed to be all of us at the aquarium we went to last weekend.”

“I’m so glad I got to go with you guys.” Mr. Song mused as he opened up the fridge to grab his usual bottle of wine. “I don’t get to spend nearly as much time with them as I’d like. You’ve really helped me get closer to my kids. I appreciate you a lot.”

There he went again, making you feel all giddy inside. You looked away momentarily in embarrassment, then moved to stand up. “Well I suppose I should-“

You were cut off again with a flash of lightning and a loud crash of thunder. It made you squeak and clutch your chest. Mr. Song chuckled at you.

“My, you are quite jumpy tonight.” he stated, setting down the bottle to walk into the living room. He stopped in front of the large glass window. “That storm looks pretty bad though… I don’t want you driving in that. Why don’t you stay the night here?”

Your heart stopped. You were completely frozen for a moment, then shook your head and laughed anxiously. “Mr. Song, that’s very kind of you, but I couldn’t possibly intrude…”

“You wouldn’t be intruding, I’m inviting you to stay.” he replied, putting his hands on his hips sternly. “I’m not letting you drive home when the weather is this bad. You can have my bed, I’ll stay on the couch.”

“No!” you cried out impulsively. He was taken aback by your outburst. You forced out another awkward laugh before explaining yourself. “I mean, I couldn’t take your bed. Please, I’d rather sleep on the couch.” There was no way you could handle sleeping in your hot boss’s bed. It would smell like him, and your imagination would run wild.

“Okay, whatever makes you comfortable. As long as you stay here.” he sighed defeatedly, but gave you another warm smile. “I’m not very tired yet though. Would you mind if I stayed down here for a bit?”

Yes, I would. “No, not at all Mr. Song. I’m not very tired either.”

“Great, I’ll fix you a glass of wine. And please, call me Mingi.” he humored, walking back to kitchen. “How about you find something for us to watch on TV? Just keep the volume low, I don’t want to wake the twins up.”

You exhaled a long and slow breath. You were shaking like a leaf. Get it together Y/N. It’s just a terrifying stormy night, where you’re trapped in the same house as your extremely attractive boss. Nothing is going to happen.

After you picked out a decent movie, you looked over your shoulder at him in the kitchen. He had removed his suit jacket, the sleeves of his white button-down shirt rolled up as he poured the wine. God, he was so sexy.

You quickly turned your head back to the TV as he picked up the glasses to bring them to you. “There we go…” he said, handing you one. “To the storm.”

“To the storm.” you chuckled, clinking your glasses. As the wine went down your throat, it did relax you a bit. Hopefully it would calm your nerves, and you wouldn’t have a complete anxiety attack over the thunder.

He took a seat next to you. You grabbed a fluffy blanket and curled up into it, using it for security. Not only were you scared of the storm, but being so close to Mingi was giving you butterflies in your stomach.

You watched the movie in a comfortable silence, except for the little comments and laughs you’d share with each other. Suddenly, another boom of thunder sounded off, this one particularly loud.

You reflexively hid your face in the blanket, coiling up defensively. Damnit, you made a complete fool of yourself Y/N.

“Y/N, are you… afraid of thunderstorms?” he asked, setting down his glass.

“No… I was just… startled, that’s all.” you lied. You pulled the blanket down under your eyes. He was looking at you with such genuine concern. You felt a twinge in your chest.

“You’re trembling, dear…” he observed, reaching a hand toward you. You froze as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I can tell you’re scared. It’s okay to be afraid.”

You sighed defeatedly. “Okay, I’ve been scared of thunderstorms ever since I was little. I usually just hide under my bed until they go away.”

“Awh, that’s horrible…” he said sympathetically. He held his arm out to you. “Here, why don’t you move closer to me? It might help you feel better.”

You tossed the idea around in your head. On one hand, cuddling up to Mingi would make you less scared of the storm. On the other hand, being so close to him was also terrifying. Just as you were about to protest, another crash sounded, and you instinctively jumped into his arms, burying your head in his chest.

“Well, I guess that answers that question.” he chuckled, patting your back comfortingly. “It’s okay, nothing bad is going to happen to you.”

You squinted your eyes, furious with yourself for acting so childish. You pulled back a bit to look up at him. “I’m sorry, I just get so anxious whenever there’s thunder.”

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re all scared of something.” he reassured. He threw an arm around your shoulder and gestured for you to lean in. “Just let me hold you. I’ll keep you safe.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief at the comfort that washed over you. You leaned your head back against his chest, inhaling the smoky, spiced scent of his cologne. The way he was running his hands through your hair was putting you in a trance, and for a second you completely forgot there was a storm.

——— SMUT CUT ———

“Oh, that’s a good girl...” he praised. “The thunder went off again and you didn’t even flinch. You’re doing such a good job.”

Your cheeks heated up at his comment. Why did it feel so good to have him praise you? You pressed your knees together as an act of self control and partly because you could feel yourself growing wetter by the second.

“Oh did it? I guess… I didn’t notice.” you laughed nervously, glancing over at the window. You shifted out of his hold to sit up and grab your wine glass, taking a few more sips. “Thank you so much… for comforting me, and for letting me stay here.”

“Of course dear, anytime.” he smirked, sitting up a bit as well.

You set your glass down and undid the claw clip in your hair, shaking it out over your shoulders. He crossed his legs and locked his eyes onto you for a good while.

“What?” you chuckled, turning towards him.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked flatly.

Your mouth fell open a bit at his bold question. You breathed out an airy chuckle and clicked your tongue. “Nope, no one seems to be interested in me.”

“Really?” he baffled, brow furrowed in shock. “I would not have expected that.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, confused.

“Are you kidding me Y/N?” he snickered, leaning towards you. “You’re a very beautiful young woman. Any man would be lucky to have you.”

You gave him a wide smile, feeling more comfortable accepting his praise now. You were also starting to feel a bit bolder.

“Thank you Mingi… you’re not so bad looking yourself.”

“Me?” he gasped, sarcastically pointing at himself. “Nah, there’s no way.”

“I mean it.” you retorted, shooting a seductive gaze at him. “You’re a very good looking man. Incredibly sexy.”

Oh my god. You did not just say that to your boss, Y/N! You thought to yourself, internally panicking. But on the exterior, you remained cool, a playful smirk plastered on your face.

“Oh really?” he asked in a low grumble. He leaned closer to you at a painfully slow pace. “Well I happen to think you’re incredibly sexy as well…” He brought a hand up to your cheek. “Look at you, in that tight tank top and those teeny tiny shorts…” He glanced down, raking his eyes over your body. “It’s enough to make a man forget himself.”

You giggled innocently, then put a hand on his thigh. “It’d be alright with me if you did. Sir.”

That seemed to make him lose all his reserve, as he brought his other hand up to your hair and pressed his lips against yours. It was such a delicate kiss, you were almost surprised at how gentle he could be.

He pulled back slowly, forehead rested against yours. “Such soft, pretty lips…” he observed, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “I don’t think I can restrain myself any longer.”

A playful grin made its way onto your face, then you threw your arms up over his shoulders to pull him into another, much rougher kiss. You began devouring each other, lips growing red and swollen, tongues pressed against each other.

You pulled back for a second, making him furrow his brow in confusion. It soon faded away though when you swung a leg over his lap to straddle him.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a smirk. “What a naughty girl…” His lips were back on yours in an instant, his hands now rested on your hips, gripping onto them tightly. You ran your fingers up into his hair, giving it little tugs as you began to grind down against his crotch.

“Come on, let’s go upstairs.” he huffed, practically gasping for air. You nodded, about to stand up, but to your surprise he just picked you up in his arms and folded your legs around his waist, carrying you up the stairs quietly.

Once you reached his room, he locked the door behind him and set you down on the bed, crawling overtop of you to kiss you once again. You clamped your legs up around his waist, grinding desperately for some friction.

“Oh, you poor little girl, you’re so needy…” he teased, looking down at you affectionately. The way his chain was dangling down over your face was driving you insane. “You’ve never been taken care of by a real man before, have you?”

You shook your head, gazing up at him with doe eyes. “No, I haven’t.”

“Well, lucky for you…” he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “I’m about to change that.” He began kissing your neck, grazing his teeth against the soft flesh and running his tongue up along the sides. His hot breath was making your toes curl, and you couldn’t help the light airy moans that spilled from your lips as you threw a hand up in his hair.

“That’s right, sing for me princess…” he demanded, smirking against your skin. “Do you want me to take care of you?”

“Yes…” you breathed out, gripping tightly onto his dark brown locks.

“Ah-ah…” he reprimanded, pulling back. “Yes what?”

“Yes sir.” you corrected yourself in a pouty whine.

“That’s a good girl.” he praised. He reached down to fiddle with the bottom of your tank top. “This looks uncomfortable, do you mind if I take it off of you?”

You shook your head, and in an instant he was pulling it off over your head, messing your hair up in the process.

“These don’t look very comfortable either, I might as well take them off too while I’m at it…” he stated, unbottoning your shorts and sliding them down your legs. He leaned back to look at you sprawled out underneath him, now clad in just your bra and panties.

“Fuck…” he huffed, looking you all over. “You’re breathtaking.”

You giggled, wrapping a leg around his waist to pull him back in. His lips clamped back down on your neck, this time much more roughly. You were sure you’d have hickeys tomorrow. But all you could focus on was the way his lips trailed down lower and lower, stopping at your collarbone.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, glancing up at you.

“Yes sir…” you practically whispered, frozen in anticipation.

He turnt his attention back to your chest, reaching up to grope one of your breasts. He moaned the tiniest bit as he squeezed his large hand around it, then leaned back down to kiss the top of your chest. He began marking it up as he continued groping your breast, soon moving his lips down to the sensitive flesh above the cup of your bra.

“Sit up for me, princess.” he grunted, and you obeyed. He snaked his dominant hand up behind your back and unclasped your bra, letting it fall down your shoulders before tossing it over his shoulder. Once it was out of the way, he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently. He groped the other breast simultaneously, making you wriggle desperately underneath him.

“Sir, please…” you whimpered. “I need more.”

He looked up at you with a sly expression. “Awh, you need to be more patient sweetheart. I was just about to give it to you, but now I think I’ll have to tease you some more.”

“No please!” you begged pathetically, twitching your legs in frustration. “Please sir, I need you so bad…”

He chuckled coldly, then brought his forefinger down to rub against your clothed pussy. You threw your head back at the sudden contact, slightly ashamed at how worked up you were over the slightest touch from him.

“Oh baby, I’m hardly touching you, and look what a mess you are…” he humored, still looming overtop of you. “Are you sure you’re going to be able to handle my cock?”

“Please sir, I want you inside of me so bad…” you pleaded, reaching down to clutch his wrist. “I’ll do anything, anything at all…”

“Oh? Anything?” he chuckled, glancing down at your lips. He ran his thumb over them before staring into your eyes intensely. “Get on your knees.”

You immediately jumped up and got down on the floor, staring up at him expectantly.

“Such an obedient girl…” he smiled, standing up in front of you. He looked even taller from this angle. “I’ll give you exactly what you want, but you’re gonna have to earn it first.” He reached down to unbutton his shirt, then took it off completely. You gasped at the sight of his toned physique. You always suspected he was incredibly built under all those suits, but you never knew his body was this fine.

He reached down to unbuckle his belt, sliding it off his waist before unbuttoning his trousers. You watched him intensely, waiting on every move he made. He undid his zipper, sliding his trousers down to reveal his tight black boxers. You glared at his bulge hungrily, having to restrain yourself from licking your lips.

“Are you going to be a good girl and suck me off?” he asked, palming himself through his boxers.

You nodded up at him. “Yes sir.”

He smirked, then hooked his fingers into his waistband to pull his boxers down. His cock sprung out eagerly, rock hard in anticipation. You couldn’t help but feel proud knowing that you had worked him up so bad.

You wasted no time, wrapping both hands around the base as you licked all along the tip and down the shaft, getting him all nice and wet. You went back up to the top and sunk down onto his cock with your mouth. He threw his head back with a groan as you began sucking and bobbing your head up and down.

“Fuck, princess….” he huffed, putting both hands in your hair to guide you along. “Your mouth feels so good…”

You hummed in reply, sending a shiver up his spine from the vibrations.

“Look up at me. Let me see those big, pretty eyes.” he demanded. You obliged, and his breath hitched in his throat. “Oh, look at you…” His breathing was growing heavier, his lips parted slightly.

You went deeper and deeper down his cock, struggling to fit all of it in your mouth. The more of him you took in, the louder his moans became.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum…” he exclaimed, pulling on your hair. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop…”

And you didn’t, continuing to bob your head back and forth, whimpering with every stroke.

“Fuck!” he cursed, coming undone in your mouth. You tried to catch all of it in your mouth, jerking him off with your hand as he finished. He moaned airily with every rope of cum he shot into your mouth. When he was done, he smirked down at the sight of you swallowing all of it.

“That was incredible, princess.” he exhaled, tilting your chin up to look at him. “You did such a good job, I’m so proud of you. You deserve a reward.”

You smiled happily, and he pulled you up to lay you back down on the bed. He pulled your panties all the way down your legs and tossed them to the side, then dove down to kiss the inside of your thighs.

“Oh, you’re so wet for me baby…” he chuckled, hovering above your core. The way his breath was fanning it made you twitch underneath him. He leaned in slowly, then attached his lips to your clit, giving it little flicks of his tongue and sucking it ever so gently.

Just the slightest contact made you throw your head back and cry out in pleasure. “Oh sir, yes!”

You could feel him smile into your pussy, and he began licking long stripes along your slit, lapping up all of your sweet nectar. He continued his assault on your clit, circling it with his tongue. Soon, he brought two of his long fingers up and gently pressed them up into your needy cunt. The cold metal of his rings made you gasp, but the feeling was addicting.

“Oh God, you’re so tight…” he growled, beginning to pump his digits in and out of you. He brought his tongue back down to your clit to stimulate it in time with his fingers.

“Oh yes sir, just like that…” you moaned, bringing a hand up to your mouth to lower your volume. His tongue was doing things you’d never felt before, and coupled with his fingers, which were now digging into the soft sponge of your g-spot, you could sense that you were about to come undone. But that wasn’t what you wanted.

“Sir, please… can I have you inside of me?” you begged.

“Silly girl, I’m already inside of you.” he teased, wiggling his fingers along your entrance. “You’ll have to tell me exactly what you want so I can give it to you.”

You sighed in frustration. “Can you please fuck me with your cock sir?”

He shot a sinister grin at you before crawling back up overtop of you. “Well, since you asked so nicely. Get on your hands and knees for me, baby girl.”

You smiled gratefully, then did as he asked. He stroked himself a few times, easily getting bricked up again at the sight of you bent over in front of him, then reached over to his nightstand to grab a condom. After sliding it on, he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Are you sure you can take it, princess?” he asked, putting a hand on your lower back.

“Yes, please! I need your cock so bad sir!” you exclaimed, feeling your pussy throb in preparation.

He let out a deep chuckle, then began pumping his cock into your pussy. You both whimpered at the initial sensation, you falling down onto the mattress slightly and him leaning over your back.

“Oh fuck, your pussy feels so good…” he moaned, gripping onto your hips tightly. He began to grope the plush of your ass, growling at how it squished up against the base of his torso.

You began to grind your hips in the same rhythm as his thrusts, desperate to have more of him inside of you. “Oh, fuck, yes! Fuck me sir, please fuck me harder!”

“Yeah? You want more?” he huffed, leaning down to talk into your ear. He brought a hand up to fondle one of your breasts. “I’ll give it to you.”

He slammed his hips into you even harder, making your arms give out underneath you. Your back was now fully arched up into your hips, and you were desperately gripping the sheets in your hands as he fucked you from behind.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back up. “Awh, is it too much for you baby girl?” he pouted with false sympathy. “I know you can take it. You’re doing so well.”

Suddenly, the tip of his cock began to bump against your cervix. You cried out at the mixture of pleasure and pain, seeing stars as you squinted your eyes shut.

You began to feel a knot form in your lower region. “Sir, I think I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

“Go ahead princess, cum for me.” he ordered.

With his blessing, you cried out and let the warm wave wash over you, sending shocks all throughout your lower region. You rode his cock all the way through your orgasm, until you could barely move anymore.

“Fuck baby, that was so hot…” he heaved, still slamming into you at a relentless pace. “I’m gonna cum again…”

You nodded underneath him, heaving with a satisfied smirk. “I want you to cum inside of me sir.”

As soon as you had finished the sentence, he was cursing and grunting from behind you. His nails were digging into your hips so hard you knew you’d have bruises tomorrow. He breathed out a whimpery sigh, then collapsed on top of you.

“God, that was amazing.” he whispered huskily into your ear. He then rolled off of your back to lay on his side next to you. You did the same and gave him a grin.

“I’ll say. I have no regrets.” you giggled.

He laughed along with you, then fixed your messy hair a bit. “How about you sleep in here with me tonight? The house is just so big, I don’t want you to get lonely.”

“I’d like that very much sir.” you replied.

“You can call me Mingi now, dear.” he snickered, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’m so happy you stayed here tonight. I wish… no, nevermind...”

“No, what is it Mingi?” you asked, sitting up curiously.

He laughed at himself, a small blush forming on his cheeks as he looked down at his lap nervously. It was interesting to see him being the flustered one.

“I was going to say, I wish you could stay here all the time.” he confessed.

Your jaw unhinged, but you were smiling. “Really?”

“Yeah, why not?” he mused, grabbing your hand. “You can live here, with me. The kids already love you, and… I want you here with us for as long as possible.”

“Mingi, I have to work.” you giggled, intertwining his fingers with yours. “And if I find another job, then someone else will have to take care of the kids.”

“I’ll still pay you, but under the table.” he stated without hesitation. “Not as a nanny, but… as my girlfriend. I make more than enough money. You can think of it as me giving you money to take care of the kids.”

You marveled at him. “You mean, you’ll give me a full salary just to stay here with you?”

He nodded with a warm smile. “Yes, I would. Will you accept it?”

You acted as if you were deep in thought for a while, playing with his fingers. Then, you looked up at him and smiled. “I would love to be your girlfriend Mingi.”

He broke out into a huge grin, tackling you back down to the bed and kissing your cheeks over and over. “God, you make me so happy.” he sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “Who would’ve ever thought that I’d fall for my kids’ nanny?”

“Who would’ve ever thought I’d fall for my boss?” you joked back. “The agency isn’t gonna be too happy about it though.”

“Well yeah, they’re losing one hell of a nanny.” he smirked, ruffling your hair before sitting up. “Come on, let’s hop in the shower and then get some sleep. We’ll need to be well rested to give the good news to the twins tomorrow morning.”

[elm-writes-stories]

Cuphead: Isle of Memories (Rewrite)

*Hey, everybody, I know that it's been a month since I published this. I'm so sorry about that. These updates will be at a slower pace since I have a job and I will be going back to school in a couple of months. Anyway, this is published on November 12, 2023. If you guys like this episode, don't be afraid to heart, reblog, and comment! This will be greatly appreciated. Enjoy!*

Episode Nine: The Growing Problems

Today started out like any normal day.

Elder Kettle was making breakfast for Cuphead and Mugman as if they were back in their old house except they were in the Howling Aces’ base. Elder Kettle flipped the pancakes over in an upbeat rhythm from the music in the morning. He flipped the pancakes over his shoulder, letting the boys catch the pancakes.

Cuphead, as always, caught the pancakes flawlessly with his plate. However, his brother didn’t catch all of the pancakes. Mugman appeared dejected until he noticed a pancake stuck on the wall. He peeled it off and…there was nothing on the wall. His brother shrugged and placed the one pancake he peeled off the wall on the plate.

Elder Kettle noticed the skies getting red from the kitchen window. “Say, the skies are getting red. What’s up with that—?”

It was sudden that everything shook as if something exploded. Cuphead gasped while the fire consumed the Howling Aces’ base.

“Elder Kettle—!” Cuphead screamed for his caretaker, but Elder Kettle was soon burned up in flames.

“Cuphead! What did you do?!” Elder Kettle cried before melting in front of him.

“NOOOO!!!” Cuphead cried while breathing heavily.

He looked to see Mugman being held hostage by a figure of Hunter and The Devil combined.

Cuphead growled and his fists lit up. “You better let go of him!”

“Or what?” Hunter’s and The Devil’s voice mixed in together. “You’re going to shoot me with your magic bullets? Your poor brother has suffered enough from you as it is. Why does he need to stay with you any longer? You’ve already put him through enough.”

“No! Get your hands off of my brudda—!”

“Stop, please,” Mugman whimpered.

“Mugsy—”

“Stop, you’re going to hurt me—”

Cuphead frowned at the sight of his brother being in pain in front of him. “Mugman…?”

Mugman’s veins started to glow blue in front of Cuphead, causing him to breathe heavily in fear. Mugman’s veins went from blue to orange. The mug screamed in pain with tears at the corners of his eyes.

“No, leave him alone—” Cuphead ran towards Mugman and reached his hand out to him. However, Cuphead felt like Mugman was further than he was.

Mugman screamed in pain until he couldn’t scream anymore. The mug collapsed forward on the ground, milk spilled out of his head before Cuphead could reach him.

“NOOO!!!” Cuphead cried, his tears streaming from his face. He approached his brother’s body and collapsed on his knees. “MUGMAN!!”

“Now look what you did,” the figure with Hunter’s body and Devil’s body combined. “Your brother has done so much for you. What have you done for him in return?”

Cuphead drew his brows together, his body lit up in flames. “You’ll pay for that!” Before Cuphead could attack the figure, he realized that his flames were consuming the house around him.

“Cuphead! Cuphead! Wake up, you’re setting the place on fire—”

~.~

Cuphead gasped and the flames around him died as soon as soon as he opened his eyes. It turned out to be Natalie waking him up from his nightmare with a concerned look.

Cuphead looked around to find that there were burn marks on the wall and on the bed. He sweated nervously. “Uh, hehe, sorry.”

“You okay? You look like you are having some sort of nightmare,” Natalie uttered.

“Eh, it’s nothin’,” Cuphead responded. “Just a stupid dream.”

Natalie frowned and sat next Cuphead. “You know, you don’t have to toughen up around me, right?”

Cuphead blushed and shook his head. “No, I ain’t…”

She smirked a bit.

He sighed. “Fine, maybe a little. But I really mean it when I said it’s nothin’.”

“You were screaming your brother’s name in your sleep.”

He paused and looked away.

“That is why I woke up…and then I noticed the flames rising in your sleep. Luckily, it didn’t burn the entire place down,” Natalie added.

Cuphead looked around to not find Mugman anywhere. “Did…Mugman hear me?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not sure. I know he’s awake…but he must be helping your dad with somethin’…along with Cassi. He probably didn’t hear it.”

“Good—”

On cue, Mugman zoomed into the room. “I heard someone screaming for me. What happened? What’s going on?”

“Nevermind, he heard you,” Natalie responded.

Cuphead straightened up. “Oh, it’s, uh, nothin’.”

Mugman squinted at his brother for a brief moment. “You sure?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure. Everything is fine, buddy,” Cuphead reassured.

Mugman arched a brow while Werner suddenly popped out from his ceramic head.

“He’s lying,” Werner whispered to Mugman.

Werner was picked off of Mugman’s head by Mugman and was set down on his shoulder. He patted Werner on the head with a small smile and looked at his brother.

“W-Well, if you need me, I’ll be over by the gates with Cassi,” Mugman informed his brother and Natalie.

“Okay,” Cuphead replied while Mugman walked away. The cup sighed sadly. “I oughta stop worrying Mugsy.”

Natalie turned her gaze to him. “What do you mean? He’s your brother. He wants to look after you.”

“Yeah, but…I feel like him being worried about me is going to get him killed if we ain’t too careful,” Cuphead confessed his fear.

She softened her gaze. “I-Is that what your nightmare is about?”

He hugged himself and gazed at his shoes. “Yeah…”

She frowned. “Do you think that it’s still your fault?”

“For what?”

She shrugged. “For everything that might have to do with Mugman, I guess.”

He nodded his head. “Yeah. I mean…I know that Mugman is okay now and he got Cassi back. And I’m happy for him that he was getting better. But I can’t help, but think that something might happened that will hurt him. It’s been a couple of days since Cassidy is back and he’s been actin’ somewhat normal again. Everything was somewhat normal…it’s only the matter of time before the shoe drops.”

Natalie placed her hand on top of his. “Well, we have some normalcy now except for the infectees…we might as well make the most out of it before something happens.”

He smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Thanks, Nat.”

She grinned at the new nickname. “No problem, Cups.”

They blushed at the use of nicknames. She scooted closer to him and leaned against him, which shocked him a bit.

“It’s gettin’ chilly,” Natalie explained.

He giggled. “Heh, don’t worry about it. I don’t mind.”

Unbeknownst to them, Mugman was standing by the doorway, listening to the conversation with Werner on his shoulder. He frowned and walked away from the bedroom.

Once they’re out of ear-shot from them, Werner glanced at Mugman and sat on his shoulder. “Zo, do vu zink he’s vorrying too much?”

Mugman shook his head. “I don’t think so. Geez, I didn’t think Cuphead feels bad about me worrying about him. I wonder if I’ve ever made him feel that way.”

Werner shrugged his shoulders. “I’m nein exbert on Cup bzychology or vat’s koing on in zat liquid prain of your prozer’s, put it zeems to me zat vu poth haffe peen through ein lot from zee Night Sdalkers to now. “

“Yeah, I guess. I feel going back and telling Cuphead that he doesn’t need to worry about me worrying about him…”

“Vat’s sdobing vu?”

“I-I don’t know…Guilt? I’m not sure.”

Werner frowned. “Vell, if vu poth truly loffe und vant to brodect each ozer, zen vu poth need to sdop vorrying apout purtening one Hanozer.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You never have a brother,” Mugman said with a frown.

Werner appeared to be taken aback, which the mug noticed.

“Do you have a brother?” Mugman asked.

“Once.”

Mugman frowned and walked further down the hallway. “I’m sorry.”

Werner waved it off. “It doesn’t matder.”

“Look, there has to be another way to get the cure!” they heard Chef Saltbaker’s voice from the kitchen.

Mugman and Werner exchanged looks of confusion and entered the kitchen to see Saltbaker arguing with Charlie, Esther, and O’Fera.

“We can’t keep using Chalice’s blood to make the cure for the infectees outside,” O’Fera replied, siding with Saltbaker.

“Look, she might be the only answer we have left!” Esther responded.

“Yeah, besides, she’s half-ghost. I’m sure it won’t bother her,” Charlie argued.

“Look here, eight legs!” Saltbaker barked at Charlie, his eyes turning yellow. “She may be half-ghost, but she’s also half-mortal! Meaning that she could die if we drain all of her blood—”

“Which can turn her into a full ghost,” Charlie responded. “But hey, it counts as her making a sacrifice for the greater good.”

Saltbaker drew his brows and took out his knife. “You wanna say that again?!”

O’Fera and Esther stopped Saltbaker from charging towards Charlie with the knife. Charlie stumbled back against the wall, pulling out his fists.

“Whoa, whoa, chef, take deep breaths!” O’Fera replied.

“Wanna say that again?! I’d be happy to feed you to the infectees!” Saltbaker barked at Charlie.

“Calm down, psycho!” Charlie shouted at the chef.

“Who are you callin’ psycho?! You’re the one who wants the draw all of the child’s blood out!” Saltbaker argued.

“Chef, c’mon, calm down. Charlie didn’t mean it like that, right?” Esther questioned while trying to hold Saltbaker back.

“Well, if you put it like that, I guess I did mean it like that—”

“You son of a—!” Saltbaker broke free from O’Fera’s and Esther’s grasps, tackling Charlie to the ground.

“Are ya kiddin’ me?!” Esther yelled.

O’Fera groaned and pulled Saltbaker away from Charlie.

“Let me at him! Let me at him!” Saltbaker shouted while slashing his knife through the air.

“Put the knife away!” Esther barked while forcing Saltbaker to drop the knife.

Mugman and Werner watched it all unfold.

“Do vu know if zere’s ein cure for Tremaine ozer zan uzing your friend’s plood?” Werner questioned the mug.

Mugman frowned and shrugged. “I-I don’t know.”

Saltbaker noticed Mugman with his yellow eyes faded and his plastered grin widened. “Ah, Mugman, you totally didn’t see me waving a knife around.”

O’Fera groaned in discouragement. “Look, we need to find an alternative for the cure. Just because Chalice somehow has the blood of the Calix Animi, it doesn’t mean we can draw all of her blood out. There has to be another way.”

“Well, at least someone is on my side,” Saltbaker responded.

“Why not speak with Quadratus?” Mugman suggested shyly.

Everyone turned to the mug.

“Who’s Quadratus?” O’Fera inquired.

“Ah, the all-knowing pool of wonders,” Saltbaker said with a sigh. “He knows anything and everything next to the Most High. Well, I don’t think he knows as much as the Most High. Great idea, Mugman! Let’s go find this Quadratus fellow!”

“Uh, chef—”

Saltbaker rushed out of the base before O’Fera could say anything.

Mugman shrugged to the group and hurried after the chef with Werner perched on his shoulder.

O’Fera arched a brow. “Now I’m curious.”

~.~

Mugman led Saltbaker, O’Fera, Esther, and Charlie through the forest as soon as they passed through the infectees with Werner peering over his porcelain head.

“He should be around here somewhere,” Mugman said mostly to himself.

“Be careful, we don’t know if there are any demons nearby,” O’Fera cautioned.

“Ha! I dare zem to come out und blay!” Werner replied with a laugh.

“The German rat will get us killed if he doesn’t lower his tone,” Charlie grumbled.

“What are you afraid of, Charles? Are you afraid that demons will just appear out of nowhere and bite your neck like rabid zombies?” Saltbaker teased the spider. “Man, even being the head of a gang doesn’t make you less afraid.”

“Listen here, salt shaker,” Charlie growled with his finger pointed at the chef. “You gotta a lot of nerve to talk to me that way.”

“And you got a lot of nerve to tell me that Chalice will make a sacrifice for the ‘greater good’,” Saltbaker responded.

“Hey, I’m just making a point!” Charlie snarled.

“Are we seriously still fightin’ about this?” Esther groaned. “Look, if we get the answer from this Quadratus guy, we should be set. Hopefully, Chalice ain’t the only way to get the cure.”

“Here we are,” Mugman informed the group once he spotted the pool. He hurried to the pool and took out a jawbreaker from his pocket and dropped it into the pool. The pool bubbled and the ground shook. The blue light shined, blinding nearby group.

“Come one! Come all! Seek my wisdom and heed my words! The broken pieces will soon mend and the cries of the suffering will fade!” The pool announced.

Werner turned to the rest of the group. “Und vu all kot onto me for peing too loud.”

Saltbaker rolled his eyes and focused his attention. “Ah, Quadratus, the all-knowing pool. The legends say that you know everything.”

“Yes, the legends were true,” Quadratus said with his face appeared. “And you’ve come to seek my knowledge.”

“Yes,” O’Fera answered. “Do you know if there’s another cure for Tremaine other than using Chalice’s blood?”

“Chalice has the blood of the Calix Animi warrior. I’m afraid that’s the only way to cure someone of Tremaine,” Quadratus stated.

“Now, hang on just a minute. Chalice is just a child,” Saltbaker argued. “You expect all of us to drain her blood?”

Quadratus sighed sadly. “I’m afraid that is the only way unless you can reach Heaven to gather gold, holy fire, and the feathers from an angel’s wings. But Heaven is unreachable.”

“Not unless I cook up the Wondertart,” Saltbaker determined with a growl.

“Are you serious?!” O’Fera shouted at him. “You were just in jail for it!”

“Hey, at least I got a different motive this time,” Saltbaker responded. “If I cook up the Wondertart, I can get to the Astral Plane and reach up to Heaven to gather the ingredients to cure everyone infected with Tremaine.”

“But doesn’t cooking up the Wondertart require a soul?” Esther questioned.

“Oh, I’m not going to get anyone’s souls. Why, I know someone from prison I can use to make the Wondertart,” Saltbaker said with a mischievous grin.

“You can’t really reach up to Heaven, even if you have any control of the Astral Plane,” Quadratus said.

“Oh, come on!” Saltbaker scowled.

“How will we get to Heaven?” O’Fera questioned.

“By following Most High’s son since He is the Way, the Truth, and the Life,” Quadratus answered.

“How do we physically get there?” O’Fera clarified.

“No mortal can ‘physically’ get to Heaven. Spiritually, sure. But not physically. You can only enter the Heavenly Realms once you die,” Quadratus responded.

“Wait, how come we can get into Hell so easily, but it’s harder to get to Heaven?” Charlie questioned.

“The pathway to Heaven is a narrow path while Hell has a wider path. Take that for what you will,” Quadratus answered. “However, I have just received knowledge that based on the recent findings that there is more out there than the Eternal’s Orb and the boys’ powers are adapting to the new changes.”

“Adapt to change? Does it mean that there’s another way to cure the infectees?” O’Fera responded with a bright smile.

“Well…sort of. We’ll have to see,” Quadratus responded. “Speaking of Eternal’s Orb, it’s mixed with two gifts such as the gift of bravery and the gift of visions. There are other gifts from the Calix Animi, such as the gift of nature, the gift of love, and the gift of knowledge out there in the mausoleum in this island. The gift of memories and the gift of light were already inside two of your friends. Maybe that can be the answer you’re looking for.”

“Uh…”

“Search for the rest of the gifts and let the powers adapt to the new surroundings! You’ll find the permanent cure for the curse of Tremaine!” Quadratus’ voice boomed until his face disappeared from the pool.

“Well,” Saltbaker responded. “He didn’t give us an exact answer we’re looking for.”

“Soo…maybe using Chalice is the only solution,” Charlie replied.

“No!” Saltbaker denied. “He said that the boys’ powers are adapting, right? Maybe there’s a way that one of them could get Tremaine out of the infectees in Chalice’s place.”

Esther crossed her arm. “Maybe it doesn’t require blood of the Calix Animi warrior anymore.”

The group turned to the cowgirl with their brows arched.

“What do you mean?” O’Fera asked.

Mugman watched the conversation along with Werner.

“Like…maybe blood is out of the question,” Esther responded. “Maybe it’s something else that doesn’t drain someone’s body.”

“You make a good point,” Saltbaker replied.

They heard a loud boom in the distant, causing them all to perk their ears up.

“Uh…vhat vas zat?” Werner questioned.

O’Fera bolted through the forest. Mugman dashed after her with Werner hanging onto his head.

Saltbaker, Charlie, and Esther didn’t hesitate to follow after them.

~.~

O’Fera sprinted through the forest and realized that the base for the Howling Aces was caught on fire as the infectees started to pour in like zombies.

Mugman, Werner, Saltbaker, Esther, and Charlie approached O’Fera and saw the base burning up.

“Holy cow,” Charlie uttered.

One of the infectees turned her head and roared at them, catching half of the infectees’ attention towards the group.

O’Fera snarled, her fists clenched.

Mugman glanced up at Werner. “Uh, Werner, you might want to get out of my head.”

When Werner noticed the sparks coming from the mug’s body, he nodded his head. “Roger zat.” The rat hopped out of Mugman’s ceramic head and crawled up onto Saltbaker’s arm. Werner took out his mini-gun and aimed it at the infectees.

Saltbaker took out his knife and his eyes turned yellow.

Mugman’s eyes glowed blue along with his veins, his blue glowing wings spread out. The electricity were under his control this time, glaring at the infectees invading the Howling Aces’ base.

Charlie Left-Legs pulled out the bombs wrapped in his webs from his teal suit jacket.

Esther Winchester took out her shotgun with a daring smile at the infectees.

Half of the infectees turned and charged towards the group.

O’Fera swung her fists at the incoming infectees while Mugman used his electricity to electrocute them.

Werner fired his small mini-gun with a maniacal laugh, and Saltbaker slashed through his enemies with his knife. Charlie threw bombs at them to blow them up. Esther started to shoot from her shotgun with a smirk. More infectees turned to see them and were about to attempt to charge at them until a bomb was dropped and electrocuted the infectees. The electricity had a shape of the familiar mad scientist as O’Fera looked up to see Dr. Kahl and his robot flying up in the sky and firing the bombs at the infectees.

Inside of the Howling Aces’ base, Bulldog took out his larger mini-gun and fired at the infectees charging at him and the Yankee Yippers.

The fire lit up inside of Cuphead’s ceramic head. His fists were covered by fire and his orange wings spread out. He zoomed through the base, taking out every single infectee he encountered.

Brineybeard picked Aurora up and placed her on his shoulder, taking out his blades to protect her from the incoming infectees.

Ribby and Croaks teamed up with Sally and Philip to take out the infectees. Chips Bettigan, Mr. Wheezy, and Phear Lap joined them with their guns drawn out.

Djimmi used solar balls to throw at the infectees, protecting Bowlboy. Bowlboy was holding the lamp close to his chest while watching the red genie fight the infectees.

Cagney’s face contorted into a machine gun with a crank at the bottom of his chin. He grabbed the crank and spun it around to shoot seeds at the infectees, letting the seeds grow into plants within the infectees.

Hilda flew up into the sky and came back down, shape-shifted as a cloudy bull. She started to run over the infectees with her horns, pushing them out of the building.

Rumor Honeybottoms joined to help Cagney and Hilda along with Pirouleta, Ginette, Rumulus, and Ol’ Ethan. Rumor used her wand to cast purple balls at the infectees while Rumulus and Ol’ Ethan worked together to spill whiskey at the infectees, burning their eyes.

Ginette took out her shotgun and started to shoot at the infectees with her teeth gritted together.

Elder Kettle took out his sword with a battle-cry, slashing through the infectees in the kitchen. The Root Pack hopped into battle with Elder Kettle with Sal spitting out a brown potato and thrusted it at the infectees while Chauncy used telepathic powers to fire at the zombies. Ollie was the only one who was frozen in fear as he was ready to cry.

“Ollie, no! You’re gonna make us cry if you cry!” Sal shouted at Ollie.

“I-I can’t help it,” Ollie muttered.

Dice noticed the situation and ran towards the onion. “Hey, uh…”

“O-Ollie,” Ollie sniffled.

“Ollie, it’s okay to cry,” Dice replied while taking out his cards.

Ollie whimpered and began to sob loudly.

“Hey, what are—?!” Sal shouted at the die until he realized that Dice was blowing Ollie’s stench away from the others with his cards and aiming it at the infectees attacking them. The infectees started to break down in tears once Ollie’s stench hit them.

Elder Kettle slashed through the infectees with his sword until one of the infectees jumped behind him. Before the infectee could get to Elder Kettle, Murray touched the infectee’s head to get into his memories and trapped the infectee into one of his most loving memory he had.

Elder Kettle whirled around to find Murray behind him, his eye glowing purple. The old tea kettle soon let Murray joined him in the fight with a smirk.

Meanwhile, Light Bug used her radio outside of the gates and managed to make the infectees dance around her while Lenny and Announcer Snail were on top of Anteater’s shoulders.

Porkrind, Jerry, and Cassidy fought the infectees together while Natalie, Canteen, and Chalice slashed their weapons at their enemies.

Cassidy found herself cornered by the infectees at one point and Porkrind managed to hit the two other infectees with his hammer. Natalie saw this and charged at the remaining infectee from behind with a battle-cry. She jumped on the infectee’s back and stabbed him with her steak knife.

Cassidy watched Natalie take out the infectee and smiled brightly. However, Cassidy noticed an infectee charging towards her best friend.

“Natalie, look out!” Cassidy cried out. When she was about to leap to protect Natalie, a sword stabbed through the infectee. Natalie whirled around and found Brineybeard being the one to stab the infectee with his sword.

“Are ye alright, Natalie?” Brineybeard asked.

Natalie nodded her head. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Brineybeard nodded his head and set Aurora down next to Natalie. He stepped in front of the two sisters to protect them from the incoming infectees.

Cuphead flew by Natalie and gave her a small smile while standing by her to protect her from the infectees.

Cassidy growled at the infectee coming towards her. The infectee in question was a cactus girl ready to attack the red feline until Mugman crashed through the roof and shot electricity at the cactus girl.

The electricity went through her veins until she threw up Tremaine and collapsed on the floor.

Cassidy gasped in shock to find Tremaine being extracted out of someone without using Chalice’s blood. Before she could say anything to her boyfriend, Mugman shot another electricity at the black cat coming towards them, causing him to throw up the Tremaine in his systems. Mugman gasped in shock when he noticed that the electricity from his body was getting Tremaine out of people.

Mugman didn’t hesitate to use his electricity on the apple, the orange fish, the coin with a bag of coins, and a metal axe that had a chip on his blade.

Jerry and Porkrind witnessed it with gasps in shock.

Dice started to see demons pouring in along with the infectees. “Uh…guys…I’m not sure if we can stay and keep fighting.”

“We gotta get out of here! Now!” Charlie shouted to the group.

Anteater gathered the Moonshine mob and placed them on his back while the Casino Gang hopped into Esther’s wagon. Esther joined them while Phear Lap took the reigns to move the wagon. The people Mugman managed to get Tremaine out of it seemed to be disoriented about what was going on.

Cassidy and Mugman exchanged gazes at each other and then jumped in to help the disoriented individuals.

“Come on, we got to get out of here,” Cassidy urged the others.

Cuphead, Natalie, Canteen, and Chalice noticed this while joining them to help the disoriented people.

Elder Kettle and Murray hurried to the kids, protecting them from the incoming infectees.

Porkrind and Jerry noticed O’Fera and her crew pulling up in the truck.

“Hop on!” O’Fera shouted to the others.

Porkrind grabbed Jerry by one of his arms and pulled him out of the building with Dice following them to the car. Elder Kettle and Murray urged the kids and the individuals no longer affected by Tremaine to follow them to the car. Once everyone was in the car, O’Fera drove away from the base.

~.~

They ran through the forest as fast as they could.

Phear Lap pulled Esther’s wagon that had the Casino Gang inside of it with all of his might.

Anteater managed to carry the Moonshine Mob along with the rest of the fugitives on his back.

O’Fera was driving Bulldog, Yankee Yippers, Elder Kettle, Murray, Porkrind, Jerry, Dice, the kids, and the ex-infectees through the forest. O’Fera had her driver window down so that she could listen to the others while driving.

“Where are we even going?!” Charlie shouted to anyone who could hear him.

“A safe place!” Sally answered.

“That’s not specific enough!” Charlie barked.

“Where can we go where the infectees and the demons won’t find us?!” Saltbaker yelled.

Cassidy looked up to find they were going towards the mountain and gasped happily. “Guys, go up the mountain!”

“Are you sure that’s safe?” O’Fera questioned.

“Yeah, I know someone up there who could help hide us,” Cassidy replied.

“How many people do you know that can help us?” Natalie questioned.

Cassidy blushed in embarrassment. “Um…well…many I think…I can’t keep track of the number.”

“Well, we’ll take whatever can keep us safe!” Chalice determined. She turned into a ghost and phased out of the car to go ahead and tell the others.

“Do you know the path to get up to the mountain?” O’Fera asked Cassidy.

“Yeah…”

O’Fera gestured Cassidy to come up by the driver’s seat. “Then take the wheel.”

“What?! Are you insane?!” Porkrind gasped. “She’s just a kid!”

“I did have her drive while we’re on delivery runs,” Jerry replied.

Porkrind looked at the bug with a withering glare. “First, you pulled her into your secret operation and then you made her drive!”

“Hey, she was actually pretty good,” Jerry replied.

“Great!” O’Fera responded while taking her hands off the wheel. “Take the wheel and lead the way!”

Cassidy yelped and jumped onto O’Fera’s lap to grab the steering wheel. O’Fera pressed her foot on the gas pedal as Cassidy steered the wheel onto the pathway to the mountain. Anteater and Phear Lap followed with their haul of their friends and family.

Mugman gasped in shock while hanging onto Cuphead. Natalie was holding onto Cuphead, clinging on his shirt.

Chalice came back and sat next to Canteen, holding on his arm. “I got the others to follow us!”

Dice glanced back from the back window to find the infectees and the demons catching up. “Oh no, they’re going to catch up!”

It was sudden that a missile bomb landed on the ground, electrocuting the infectees and the demons. Dice arched a brow and looked up to find Dr. Kahl and his robot landing on the ground.

“Get ‘em, sonny!” Dr. Kahl encouraged from within the cockpit of the robot’s head. He cackled like a mad scientist.

Dr. Kahl’s robot took out his guns on his shoulders and replaced his hands with bigger guns. With a glare, he blew his last bubblegum with a smirk. He fired lasers from his antenna and his bullets from his guns, pushing every demon and infectee away from the group.

Dice noticed with a shock gaze. “Okay, the robot’s got it. Cool.”

Cassidy steered the car up the hill with Anteater and Phear Lap following the car. O’Fera pressed on the brakes for every time Cassidy was about to make a turn.

“Are we almost there?” O’Fera asked.

“I think so!” Cassidy answered.

It was sudden that the resistance group noticed boulders coming down on them. Cassidy swerved to dodge them while the others were screaming in the car.

“O’Fera, this is a perfect time for you to take the wheel!” Murray shouted.

“I’m sorry!” Cassidy panicked.

“Don’t apologize—!”

“WATCH OUT!!!” Porkrind screamed while O’Fera slammed her foot on the brake. The car screeched to a stop to find a silhouette of a giant staring down at them.

“Who dares come into my mountain?!” the silhouette giant shouted, causing everybody to fear him except for the red feline.

Cassidy brightly smiled. “Glumstone!” She climbed out of the driver’s side window and onto the car rooftop. “Hey! It’s me, Cassidy!”

Glumstone leaned down to get a closer look at Cassidy and brightly smiled. The small gnomes peeked around the bumps of his head.

“Cassi!” the gnomes rejoiced.

“Gee, sorry about hurling boulders at ya. I thought you was one of the demons and the infectees comin’ to get us,” Glumstone explained.

“Well, they are chasing behind us. We need a safe place to hide,” Cassidy replied to Glumstone.

“Oh, are these people all of your friends?” Glumstone asked.

“Yeah.”

Glumstone nodded his head. “Any friend of Cassidy is a friend of mine—wait, what are you doing here, Saltbaker?! You should be in jail!”

Saltbaker, who was on Anteater’s back, grinned nervously. “Well—”

“We need him,” Cassidy replied. “He was able to make a cure to save me and my boyfriend from Tremaine.”

“Boyfriend?” the gnomes started to whisper around each other.

“It’s a long story,” Cassidy responded.

Glumstone hummed. “Hmm, alright. I’ll take you all to the safe place where there’s plenty of food, water, and shelter. No demon or infectee will ever come to this place.”

“That sounds too good to be true,” Djimmi whispered to the others.

“How does that sound?” Glumstone asked Cassidy.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Cassidy answered.

With that said, Glumstone picked up the car Cassidy was standing on. He also picked up the wagon Phear Lap had been pulling and put the wagon on the same arm that was holding the car. He then picked up Anteater while the people on his back like Cagney, Hilda, Djimmi, Bowlboy, Rumor, The Moonshine Mob, Sally, Philip, Ribby, Croaks, Brineybeard, Saltbaker, and Werner screamed and held onto Anteater’s fur.

Glumstone began to carry the others over the mountains while being approached by Dr. Kahl’s robot, guns raised up to aim at the giant.

The top of the robotic helmet opened and Dr. Kahl popped out.

“And where do you think you’re going to take our friends?!” Dr. Kahl growled.

“Wait, don’t shoot!” Djimmi shouted. “He’s going to take us someplace safe!”

Dr. Kahl blinked in shock. “Oh…nevermind! Lower the guns, sonny!”

Dr. Kahl’s robot lowered his guns.

“Let’s go then!” Dr. Kahl encouraged the other. “Sonny managed to hold them back long enough.”

Glumstone nodded his head and hurried through the mountains with Dr. Kahl’s robot flying behind him. 

~.~

It felt like hours and Glumstone was still taking them to the safe place. He stepped over every mountain he came across.

“We’re almost there,” Glumstone reassured everyone in his arms.

Dr. Kahl’s robot caught up beside the giant.

“We better be almost there. Sonny here is running low on battery,” Dr. Kahl replied, patting on his robot’s head.

“Vu keep calling your ropot ‘zonny’. It’s getding Hannoying,” Werner commented.

Dr. Kahl glared at the rat on Saltbaker’s shoulder.

“Is that the name of your robot? Sonny?” Saltbaker asked in curiosity.

“Nah, it’s a nickname I give him,” Dr. Kahl replied. “His real name is Automation. But, uh, I am considering changing his name to either Junior or something.”

“Let me guess, it’s because he’s like zee zon zat vu’fe neffer had,” Werner said in a mocking tone.

Dr. Kahl softened his gaze while patting on the metal head. “I lost my son during the war. What do you mean he’s like a son I never have?”

Werner immediately dropped his mocking tone and blinked in shock. “Oh, um, I’m sorry—”

“I don’t need your pity,” Dr. Kahl responded with simple waves of his hands. “Or your sympathy. Let’s just get to the safe place and not talk about it anymore.”

Dr. Kahl’s robot, Automation, flew forward to avoid talking about it.

Glumstone soon approached the safe place. “We’re here.”

Everyone looked to find a lake surrounded by the mountains with luscious grass and trees all around the lake. The light reflects on the water, glimmering as the sun sets down on crests of the mountains to the west.

The giant set the group down and let them explored the safe place.

Cuphead, Mugman, Natalie, Aurora, Chalice, and Canteen got out of the car with the ex-infectees to look around. Cassidy jumped down to join her boyfriend and her friends.

“Wow,” the apple uttered in shock.

“Are we really safe?” Natalie asked the others.

“Aye, we are!” Brineybeard shouted in joy.

“This is amazing,” Sally replied.

As the others were looking around the new area they were in, Djimmi glanced over at Bowlboy, who was still holding the lamp. “Do you still want to make a wish?”

“Hm?” Bowlboy uttered in shock.

“You haven’t been making wishes in a while. Usually, my masters would wish things in one day.”

“But…I’ve already made my wishes though—”

“Including your father’s wish?” Djimmi said.

Bowlboy nodded his head sadly.

Djimmi placed a hand on the bowl’s shoulder. “Hey, don’t let that wish get you down. Besides, you’re here and you are taking your father’s place as the wish-holder. Although, this is your last wish. I’m excluding the one where we teleport to the Howling Aces because you were forced to make that wish. So, what do you wish for?”

Bowlboy blinked. “Um…um…uh…wait! What about you? What do you wish for?”

“Me?” the genie questioned.

“Yeah,” Bowlboy chirped. “If you can grant yourself three wishes, what would they be?”

“Hm…well, I don’t normally have masters ask me what I wish for. Let’s see…well, the first wish is definitely to be free from the lamp. The second wish would be…hm, well, being able to help people without having someone make a wish to help someone. The last wish would be…well, I guess to have limitless powers to help people. Hey, if someone has a tumor, I can take it out less than a second. You know what I mean? But, those are just dreams at this point.”

Bowlboy blinked in shock to hear the genie’s wishes. He looked at the lamp he was holding and then smiled softly. “Okay, I know my next wish.”

“Really?” Djimmi asked.

“Yeah! I wish for you to be free!” Bowlboy replied.

“Alright, let’s make the magic happen and—wait, what?”

“I wish for you to be free, so that you can help people with your limitless power,” Bowlboy repeated.

With that said, Djimmi could see the lamp glowing dim and falling on the ground as he was able to gain legs. He blinked in shock at this gesture.

Bowlboy grinned happily. “Now you get to help the people you want without someone making a wish for you.”

Djimmi stuttered. “I-I don’t know what to say—”

“You’re welcome,” Bowlboy responded.

Djimmi cracked his knuckles and let sparks fly from his fingertips. Tents and houses appeared, housing each resistance member.

The Howling Aces were able to have their base, and the Moonshine Mob were able to have their own casino.

Saltbaker had his own bakery to shelter him and Chalice, and Elder Kettle had his own house that would house Cuphead, Mugman, and Murray with him.

Dr. Kahl had his own lab in the tent, and Werner had his own workshop to build all of his machines.

Sally and Philip got to live in their theater that appeared out of nowhere, and Rumor Honeybottoms had her own honey company to make honeys.

Brineybeard, Ribby, and Croaks had their own ships with Ribby and Croaks owning a ferry with their own restaurant and Brineybeard having his own ship that would house both Natalie and Aurora.

Porkrind had his own shop to shelter him, Jerry, Dice, and Cassidy.

The Root Pack had their own garden and soil to eat. Cagney was given a space for his flowers while Hilda was given a house to live in.

The apple, the fish, the coin, the cactus girl, the black cat, and the metal axe a house to recover from Tremaine.

Then, Djimmi got his own tent with all of his wooden puppets, adding a room for Bowlboy to sleep in.

Everyone looked around at all of the houses that were given to them.

“Holy cow!” the cactus girl gasped in shock.

“This is amazing!” the black cat replied with joy.

Glumstone smiled brightly to see everyone settling in on their new home without the infectees and the demons lurking around. Then, the giant had a bright idea.

“Say, I got a swell idea to celebrate this new place. How I put on a puppet show? My gnomes love the puppet shows. However, I only got two sock puppets, um—”

“Oh! We can add some elements from the theater!” Sally said excitedly. “Ooh! I wonder if Djimmi added some costumes into our theater.”

“I got my own puppets if you need more than one,” Djimmi interjected.

“Ooh! We can pull off our own entertainment!” Ribby replied while nudging Croak’s chest from hearing an excited opportunity.

“And I got the singing voice,” Dice replied with a smirk.

“Same and the dance moves,” Light Bug added.

“Ooh, we’re going to have to compete,” Dice teased Light Bug.

“Make that three!” Chalice joined in Dice’s joke.

Cassidy smiled brightly. “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”

Glumstone nodded his head with a smile. He took out his hand puppets, one that looked eerily similar to King Dice only except in a jester outfit and the Devil only except in a royal robe and crown.

“Let’s do this!” Glumstone told his puppets with a grin.

~.~

The night was young.

Djimmi was able to snap the stage into existence in front of everyone.

Glumstone had his hand puppets prepared while the gnomes were watching as the audience.

Cassidy and Mugman were seated in the middle of gnomes with Porkrind and Jerry sat behind them to keep an eye on them. Elder Kettle sat a few inches away with Murray sitting close to O’Fera and her crew.

Esther had the whole Casino gang with her on the back row.

The Root Pack sat in the middle row behind Rumor Honeybottoms.

Aurora sat on Natalie’s lap while Cuphead was sitting next to her. Brineybeard sat behind the cup kids with a bright smile in excitement.

Canteen watched on by himself, seeing Chalice in the backstage with Dice, Sally, Djimmi, and Light Bug.

Charlie sat on the front row in support of his wife along with his gang.

Anteater sat at the back with Dr. Kahl’s robot with Dr. Kahl resting on the robot’s shoulder along with Werner.

The apple, the black cat, the orange fish, the coin, the axe, and the cactus girl sat in different spots, surrounded by the gnomes.

Hilda and Cagney sat next each other in the second row, a few inches away from The Howling Aces.

Philip sat at the very front row to watch his wife in the shadows of backstage.

The show was about to begin. The cards were holding instruments to play the music when given the cue. Ribby and Croaks were the first to appear in the spotlight.

“Ladies and Gents and Gnomes,” Ribby announced. “We proudly present to you the performance of a lifetime!”

With that said, Ribby and Croaks stepped out of the spotlight. Under Ribby’s cue, the band started to play an upbeat jazzy beat as the spotlight moved towards Dice onto the stage, dancing towards the center while scatting.

“Heedle-Heedle-Heedle

Skideedle-be-diddly-doo

Zoobediddleday!

Dee-Diddily-Doo.”

Dice soon approached the mic with a swift confidence he once had. He sang with swag in his steps, a grin placed on his face.

“Now, I have been chained—I have been enslaved too.

I’ve rolled the dice and collected the souls.

I have risen an empire of fame,

Only for it to crumble under my feet.”

Dice smiled and danced on stage while holding the mic to sing more verses, the music building up unexpectedly. As Dice was dancing on stage, he gave a wink to both Jerry and Porkrind. They both blushed a bit while listening to him sing beautifully.

“Oh, but I’ve never felt this feeling, this feeling.

Oh, but I feel alive, alive.

And I don’t think I want this feeling to end.”

Chalice started to tap dance while sliding next to Dice, who welcomed it with a bright smile. They both sang together in a beautiful unison as the jazzy music build up more.

“Oh, but I’ve never felt this feeling, this feeling.

Oh, I feel alive, feel alive

And I don’t think I want this night to end.”

The beat dropped while King Dice started to sing on his own.

“Oh, don’t bet on what the days will bring.

You can never know until it comes.

Dance the night away, my friends.

For tomorrow’s worries are only a day away.”

During Dice’s chorus, Glumstone pulled out laid behind the stage and pulled out his jester hand puppet that looked like King Dice, bouncing up and down. The gnomes clapped their hands to the beat of the chorus while Cassidy and Mugman danced together in their seats.

Then Chalice had a turn to sing with the most angelic voice Canteen had never heard before.

“I’ve danced my way to the top.

Makin’ trouble and friends along the way.

I’ve turned up my charm,

Always looking out for number one.”

Canteen brightly grinned to see her sing and tap-dance on the stage. Who knew she was a lovely sight when she sang and danced? He got up from his seat in excitement and went up to Djimmi to whisper something to the genie. The genie grinned brightly and snapped his fingers, the violin appearing in Canteen’s grasp.

Before she could continue to sing, she heard a beautiful strings from the violin and looked to see Canteen strumming the violin from the shadows of the stage. She blushed at the sight and smirked at him. She headed towards the shadow and pulled him into the spotlight, skipping towards center stage while he played violin.

She began to sing beautifully.

“Oh, but I’ve never felt this feeling, this feeling.

Oh, I feel alive, alive.

And I don’t want this feeling to end.”

Light Bug joined Dice, Chalice, and Canteen on stage while her and Dice sang with Chalice again.

“Oh, but I’ve never felt this feeling, this feeling.

Oh, I feel alive, alive.

And I don’t want this feeling to end.”

Light Bug sang all by herself while dancing on stage, gaining admiration from her husband, Charlie.

“Oh, don’t bet on what the days will bring.

You can never know until it comes.

Dance the night away, my friends.

For tomorrow’s worries are only a day away.”

Everyone in the audience started to dance to the rhythm of the music.

Brineybeard lifted Natalie and Aurora onto his shoulders to dance with them. Cuphead smiled and danced with Elder Kettle watching him with gleam.

Cassidy got up and pulled Mugman up to his feet, pulling him close to the stage and danced with him. He giggled and spun her around as the gnomes joined and danced with them.

Hilda brightly smiled and pulled Cagney onto the dancefloor, leaving the flower blushing.

O’Fera saw this and decided to pull Murray to the dancefloor as well.

“Dance with me!” O’Fera replied in pure joy.

“Wait, what?” Murray uttered in confusion.

Djimmi summoned his puppets in the shapes of cups and danced with Glumstone’s hand puppets.

Charlie snapped his finger while Saltbaker clapped his hands with a jolly laugh.

Automation moved his shoulders in a rhythmic motion, rocking Dr. Kahl and Werner side to side.

Anteater bounced in his seat with a grin.

Philip danced on the dancefloor, waiting for his wife to come out from the backstage.

Sally came out of the backstage and danced in the spotlight. Djimmi soon joined, dancing along with his puppets with a grin.

Ribby and Croaks soon came to the spotlight once the music was reaching to the bridge with Ribby singing first.

“We was dreaming of makin’ our ma proud.”

Croaks wrapped his arm around his brother to croon.

“Only to keep running into dead-ends.”

Djimmi appeared between the brothers and wrapped his arms around them with a grin and sang in a deep harmonious voice.

“I’ve granted wishes for tyrants and lazy bums.

Never able to make my own wish.”

Sally walked forward to her husband while pulling her husband onto the stage and singing.

“I’ve performed and pursued my dreams,

Now I have the love of my life with me.”

All four of them came together and sang harmoniously together as the jazzy music filled with trumpets and violins started to pick up more.

“Oh, but I’ve never felt this feeling, this feeling.

Oh, I feel alive, alive.

And I don’t want this feeling to end.”

King Dice finally stepped forward, taking the spotlight to sing his final chorus as the music started to soften up.

“Don’t bet on what the days will bring.

It will be a losing battle.

Let the night last long, my friends.

For tomorrow is coming soon.”

The song ended while the gnomes were clapping ecstatically, hollering and whistling.

Everyone laughed from the good time as Chalice and Canteen looked at each other and held hands.

“Now where did you learn to play the violin?” Chalice asked with a blush.

Canteen shrugged. “It’s…a long story.”

“Well, you can tell me another time if ya want.”

“That actually sounds nice.” They tightened their grip of each other’s hands.

Mugman and Cassidy exchanged looks of euphoria and smiles. She cupped his face and gave his big blue nose a few licks.

He giggled. “Hehehe, Cassi. That tickles.”

She purred while rubbing her head against his.

Porkrind softened his gaze at Dice, who was just socializing with the others. The one-eyed pig felt his heart thumping against his chest when Dice looked to notice Porkrind in the crowd and gave a flirty smirk.

The pig grumbled and closed himself off a bit.

Jerry noticed this and chuckled with a blush. “Boy, he can really sing, can he?”

“I’m not even going to look at him. I’m not even going to look at him,” Porkrind grumbled that to himself, earning giggles from Jerry.

Meanwhile, Cuphead watched everyone laughing and talking to each other. He looked up to find Natalie chuckling with Brineybeard and Aurora. His face went red at the sight of her, and his heart turned to mush at the sight of her.

For the rest of the evening, everyone celebrated for the place to live in a wonderful place where they have food, water, and shelter.

To Be Continued... 

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul silva x student!reader - I know you’re scared

Hii, could I know you're scared get a sequel? Reader does regain some sight, but not all, and continues to train as specialist because it helps them feel more secure knowing they can defend themselves. Eventually they become very good at hearing their opponents through steps and breathing, and maybe come back as Saul's new intern a few years after leaving Alfea? Cute reunion? - @beenthroughalot 💜

Part two:

Your vision had regained, but even weeks later it still wasn’t fully back, the edges of your vision were black, and if you weren’t looking directly at something you couldn’t see it.

“Are you ready to return to training?” Professor Harvey asked.

He had come by to check on your recovery, and check your nose out to make sure everything had healed well.

“I don’t think I will..” you mumbled.

“Oh, and why’s that?”

He stopped what he was doing to look at you, and you sighed, looking down at your hands as you balled them into fists.

“I’m mostly blind now sir, I just.. it wouldn’t be any use. You know?”

“I see. What will you do instead?”

You shrugged a little, watching as he put everything away.

“I guess just go back home, my mum could use the help around the house with my dad being away and all. Plus it’ll be nice to see them again, you know?”

He nodded his head, smiling softly at you.

“Have you spoken to headmaster Silva yet?”

“I had Sky hand in my withdrawal forms when he went to class this morning.”

Professor Harvey nodded and he left, and you went back to sorting through your things, what you wanted to keep and what you’d just leave here for the next student.

You really didn’t want to leave, your whole dream had been this, and it had been a fight to get in, but you couldn’t fight anymore.

You had to accept that and find a new path in life, you were young enough that it would be easier at least.

Pulling some of your training stuff into your arm, you headed to your door and swung it open only to freeze.

“Headmaster Silva?”

“You’re leaving?” He frowned.

Sighing, you walked back into your room and set the stuff down, and you both left the dorms to wonder outside around the school.

“I don’t really have much a choice now sir. I’m not going to be any use as a soldier, I can’t train anymore.”

“So you’re just giving up?”

“No. I’m accepting the fact I won’t ever be able to do what I used to do. So I’m going back home.”

He looked down at you and stopped walk, grabbing your arm so you would stop as well and you turned to look at him.

“What’s there that you can’t do here?”

You shrugged a little, eyes wondering around before you looked back at Silva.

“It’s the place that raised me, I know it like the back of my hand. I can adjust better there.”

“You can adjust here too.”

“You’ll get another student.”

He sighed, crossing his arms across his chest.

“I don’t want another student. You’re a damn good fighter, a natural. If we have to adjust your training, find new trainings, if we have to teach you everything again we will.”

“You’ll just be waisting time that you could be using to teach other students.”

“I don’t care, I know you can do it. So give me some time to figure something out? If you still want to go home after a few months of your new training then i will personally take you home.”

You looked at him, and finally you nodded your head.

Silva spent days researching different things, and he managed to put a new training regime together for you.

It was hard at first, but you soon got the hang of it, and within no time you were back to training like normal.

Silva personally trained with you, as he was the only one who knew your training routine and with his help you graduated and went back home for a while.

You got a part time job, spent some time with your family.

You couldn’t be a soldier or a guard, there wasn’t much you could do because of your injury, but when you got a letter through the door from Alfea you were curious.

Sitting at the table, you opened it and carefully read the words, making sure to take your time and you smiled.

“What is it love?” Your mum asked.

“Miss Dowling has asked me to come back, as an intern specialist teacher.” You smiled.

“That’s amazing! Will you take it?”

You nodded and quickly sent your reply, and the following autumn you were stood in her office wearing the uniform you hadn’t worn in so long.

You were standing next to her, a smile on your face.

“Thank you for this opportunity.” You said.

“I’m glad you accepted, we have had a higher rate of students with conditions similar to yours inspired by your story and wanting to join. After a year of interning you will have your own small class.” She said.

“I like the sounds of that. Who will I be interning with?”

There was a few different teachers it could’ve been, and Farah smiled at you, taking your arm in hers so she could lead you to the training grounds.

It really hasn’t changed much, and Silva was stood grilling into the new set of first years and you laughed a little.

“It’s been a long time since I heard that speech.”

He turned around, and he smiled when he saw you.

“You’ll be interning with Saul.”

Farah stepped aside and Silva stood in front of you, arms crossed over his chest.

“It’s good to see you again sir.”

“It’s nice to see you too, you’re looking well. You kept up your training?” He asked.

“You know it.”

He grinned and you beamed happily back.

“Can I hug you?” You asked.

“Course you can.”

He walked over and hugged you tightly, and you hugged him back.

“Thank you for everything you did for me.” You said softly.

“I’m so proud of you (Y/N), and I look forward to working with you.”

He stepped back, handing you one of the many training sticks and you took it, following behind him as you stood next to him, looking at the first years.

This is what you were supposed to do, where you were supposed to be

[cxhleel108]

LITG S5 MC:

Name: Omari Martin

Age: 25 (During the Season) 26 (Now)

Birthday: June 30, 1997 (Cancer)

Hometown: Born in Durban, South Africa. Raised in Truro, England. Moved to Edinburgh, Scotland for college.

Ethnicity: South African

Job: Photographer

Sexuality: Straight

Height: 163cm/5’4

Hobbies: Drawing, Photography, Painting, Crocheting, Driving

Personality: My girl loves hard ok. If you’re a part of her close circle, you’re guarded for life. The Cancer sign is a crab so everything important to her is staying protected in her shell. That includes her emotions/feelings. Omari is more on the emotional side, but at the same time, she only gets vulnerable with people that she trusts. If she doesn’t trust that you’ll value her feelings as much as she would value yours, she’s only giving away so much of herself. Also, if you screw her over she can forgive you eventually, but she will never forget. “I get in my feelings, I’m sensitive, and I can be hurt just like everybody else but I rarely feel hatred or bitterness towards people who do me dirty. In due time I can let the hurt go, but I know to let the person go as well and break the toxic cycle before it can even manifest.” Art has always been a big part of her life. She’s very imaginative and loves creating her ideas into visual forms. Getting to do photography is basically her dream job. Now when it comes to partying, if her friends are going then she’ll go. If it was up to her how she spent her night, then she’s staying her ass at home. She likes hanging out in a more intimate environment because she feels like you can connect more that way. “My idea of a dream date is so simple. I really do not require a lot when it comes to that. Just me and my partner at home eating sushi or maybe pizza, doing whatever. Bonus points if he likes art too cos then we can draw together or something like that.” Just remember this, she’s def not boring and can turn up when she’s in the mood.

Why She Came On Love Island: Omari was ready to find new love. She felt that she had taken enough time to be with herself after all that happened with her last relationship and the one thing she hates the most is being alone. So, what better way to get over your ex cheating on you than going on an island vacation with several hot men waiting to cuff you?

Who She’s With: We’re just gonna discuss what she got up to after the show because all of them boys from the season literally SUCKED so bad that she ended up getting with nobody <3. Ok, Finn was cool and they did have a lil thing for a bit after the show ended, but they both knew eventually that they wanted different things so they just stayed friends. Other than that life’s been pretty good for our girl. She took her prize money and used it to move back to Truro because there was really no point for her to stay in Edinburgh anymore thanks to Suresh’s cheating ass. She got a lot of good offers for photography work so safe to say she’s been getting a few pretty pounds. A lot of apologies were sent her way once the season was done. Alfie, Dana, Arlo, and Gabi hit Omari up to say sorry for her terrible experience on the show and the part they played in that. She appreciates all of them admitting their faults and is completely fine with having cordial relationships but none of them are gonna be her besties anytime soon. “It’s sad cos I really did view Dana as a good friend and obviously everyone saw how much I fancied Alfie but all of the weird behavior became way too much to ignore and I couldn’t deal with it anymore.” Suresh probably has tried numerous times to apologize again and again but Omari has that man blocked on everything possible because she really wants his chapter of her life CLOSED. Her favorite thing to have happened because of the show though has to be the support she’s gotten. A large portion of the fans were rallying behind her the whole time. #JusticeForOmari was even trending on Twitter at one point. All of the winner girlies from the previous seasons (you’ll meet them soon) sent her sweet messages. Dani from Season 2 and Simone from Season 4 specifically showed her the most love. Dani invited Omari all the way out to LA to come on her channel/podcast so she could say all the things that she couldn’t on the show. “She’s exactly how you’d expect her to be in real life after seeing her on the show. Just super cool and hilarious 24/7. We got to laugh, bond over similar experiences, get serious, talk shit, and then laugh some more hahaha. I’m really grateful to her for that. Also, Bobby makes the best chocolate chip cookies I’ve ever had in my entire life.” Simone invited her out to lunch when she was in the area one day. They had a nice lil spill sesh and Simone even put Omari on to one of her friends who happens to be a certain tall, gentle, cat-owning tattoo artist from Falmouth that we all love. “I was talking about how I wanted to get a really nice and more noticeable tattoo cos I only have a small one on my wrist, so she recommended a close friend of hers who does really good ones and only lives about 25 minutes from me. I could tell by the fact that she started telling me stuff about him that wasn’t relevant to his job and then showed me a picture of a very attractive man that she was trying to set me up haha. But, that’s how Oliver and I met.” So yeah she’s with Oliver now and they’re just living life being like the cutest and most creative couple ever. (I really needed to give her a happy ending cuz…well you already know why)

[readeropolis]

January Is for Jackson Eve London & Dylann Crush Publication date: January 2nd 2023 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Her mountain man hero must make an impossible choice.

Emma

I’ve always been spontaneous, but this time I might have gone too far. Showing up at my brother’s remote cabin to surprise him for his birthday seemed like a good idea. But he’s nowhere to be found, the cabin’s locked up tight, and a snowstorm’s on the way. When his closest neighbor stops by, the gorgeous grumpy mountain man insists on taking me home with him until the storm passes. He’s burly and bossy, but I can tell there’s a kind heart buried under the layers of flannel.

Jackson

The last thing I need is to be snowed in with my best friend’s little sister. If anything happens between me and the beautiful curvy blonde, he won’t just end our friendship, he might even end me. It doesn’t matter that she’s impossible to resist. The sooner I get her out of my cabin, the better off we’ll both be. But how can I let her go when I know deep down she’s meant to be mine?

Welcome to Mustang Mountain, where love runs as wild as the free-spirited horses who roam the hillsides. Framed by rivers, lakes, and breathtaking mountains, it’s also the place the Mountain Men of Mustang Mountain call home. They might be rugged and reclusive, but they’ll risk their hearts for the curvy girls they love.

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EXCERPT:

“Hey.” Jackson put a hand on my shoulder. “You okay?”

Why did I think it would be a good idea to come to Montana? If I wanted to get away, I should have booked a trip to a spa in Arizona or something instead of trekking all the way up here. If I had, maybe I’d be sweating in a dry sauna right now instead of freezing my ass off on the front porch of a remote mountain cabin. Not that I could afford a trip to a spa. I’d just about wiped out my savings by paying for a last-minute flight and renting the SUV.

Nodding, I swiped at my cheek and lowered my hands. “Yeah. I’m just sorry I missed him, is all.”

“What are your plans?”

Good freaking question. My plan was to escape to my brother’s cabin for a few days so I could figure out a plan. Getting laid off right after the holidays hit me hard. I hadn’t had the guts to tell my parents yet. If I couldn’t find a new job soon, I’d have to move back in with them… every twenty-five-year-old woman’s dream.

“I guess I’ll try to find somewhere to stay in town tonight. If you don’t think he’ll be back for a while, I’ll head home tomorrow.” My lower lip trembled, and I bit down hard to make it stop. I’d really wedged myself into a tight spot this time… and in front of Jackson, too. Not that he’d ever think of me as more than his best friend’s little sister, but a stunt like this would guarantee it. It figured that my attempt at proving to myself I could be competent and capable would turn out like this.

Jackson ran a hand over his beard. “You’re not going to make it back down the mountain tonight.”

The snow had started falling while we’d been talking. Giant flakes landed on his dark green hat. I couldn’t feel my nose anymore. If I stayed out here a few more minutes, I’d probably end up with frostbite. The reality of my situation sank in.

“You’ll have to come to my place.” He didn’t look too happy about it. His lips twisted into a scowl, and I could have sworn his jaw clenched under the thick layer of scruff on his chin.

I didn’t want to put him out. Based on his sour expression, he looked like he’d rather stand out in the snow and freeze to death than take me home with him. The last thing I needed was to be forced to spend time where I wasn’t wanted. I’d had enough of that at home.

“Don’t you have a rope or something you can use to pull my truck out of the snow?” From what Miles had told me, Jackson had lived in Montana all his life. He had to be used to this kind of weather. It couldn’t be the first time he’d come across someone stupid enough to get their car stuck in the snow.

“Yeah, but it won’t do any good. I barely made it up the mountain myself. Until I get out and plow the road, there’s no way you’ll make it back down.”

I tried to cross my arms over my chest, but the fluffy ski jacket I’d borrowed from a friend made it almost impossible. “When do you think you’ll be able to plow?”

“Hopefully tomorrow. I’ll try to get word to Miles too. He usually takes a satellite phone with him when he heads out alone.”

Tomorrow. That meant I’d be spending the night with Jackson Hill. I got tongue tied even thinking about him. How would I be able to hold myself together overnight? My best chance of not making a bigger fool out of myself would be to limit our interaction as much as possible. I could say the trip drained me and head to bed super early. Or say I had a sore throat and couldn’t talk so we wouldn’t be forced to make conversation.

“I don’t want to cause any trouble.”

“No trouble at all. Besides, Miles would kick my ass if I let you stand out here and freeze to death.” He held out a hand to help me down the steps of the porch. “Come on. We’ve still got a way to go up the mountain, and I’d like to make it before dark.”

I grabbed hold of his hand and glove in glove, we walked down the steps toward an evening I’d dreamed about for years.

Too bad it wouldn’t turn out like I’d always imagined. There was no way Jackson Hill would ever fall for a woman like me. Not when the idea of having to spend one night under the same roof made him look like he’d just swallowed a pitcher full of vinegar.

Author Bio:

USA Today bestselling author Dylann Crush writes contemporary romance with sizzle, sass, heart and humor. A true romantic, she loves her heroines spunky and her heroes super sexy. When she’s not dreaming up steamy storylines, she can be found sipping a margarita and searching for the best Tex-Mex food in the Upper Midwest.

Dylann co-hosts Romance Happy Hour (https://www.romancehappyhour.com/) with live episodes every 2nd and 4th Thursday of each month and is a founding member of the Romance Chicks group where authors and romance readers can connect.

Although she grew up in Texas, she currently lives in a suburb of Minneapolis/St. Paul with her unflappable husband, three energetic kids, a clumsy Great Dane, a lovable rescue mutt, and a very chill cat. She loves to connect with readers, other authors and fans of tequila. You can find her at www.dylanncrush.com.

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When Eve London was a girl she wanted to be a trapeze artist. Instead, she grew up to be like most women – a juggler –trying to keep bunches of balls in the air. Now she spends her days writing about the kind of men she likes – sexy, shameless, and just a little bit sarcastic.

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[ponyway]

What overly long, vivid dream.

I was... Somewhere, going to visit mom. In a bus. In the bus I met two homeless dudes whose friend I had helped earlier in the previous dream I don’t remember. They had their musical intruments with them and we sung a cheery song, after which they asked about the social services in the area. I said I was just passing by and didn’t know much. I asked if their friend was ok, seeing as he’s not with them. They said he had found a job, tough manual labor but still better than being a hobo. They got out the next stop and I bid them farewell.

I got out at some city centre, went to grab a bit from a cafeteria. I took out my purse, overfilled with coins so I thought I better get rid of some and pay with cash. But for some reason, I couldn’t find the exact change. I had plenty of coins, but only half of them were euros, some were argentanian pesos, some entirely from a different planet. “The life of a traveller, huh?” I said, trying to cheer up the mood. It didn’t work, the line was getting longer and the cashier grew more impatient, so I paid it with my card.

I ate and took a long at google maps. Turns out, I had taken the wrong bus and now I was in Lapland, near the Russian border. I mapped a new route, that would’ve taken quite a few hours according to google. I was getting a bit weary and was afraid I’d just fall asleep, missing my stop, so I started walking to find a place with no prying eyes where I can use my more quicker travelling method... My teleporting device.

I don’t know if you knew this, but teleporting devices are highly illegal and almost impossible to find. You’d be caught the instant you popped into existance or disappeared in front of a crowd so you must teleport with care. This is why the device looks like an amalgam of pocket watch and a tamagotchi. I don’t what alien technology resides in it, all I know it’s simple to use, fits in your pocket and doesn’t require batteries. There are knobs like those of a pocket watch you need to hold, Then you just conjure the image of the destination you want to be teleported to and hit the switch. You’ll feel dizzy as the world starts spinning around you and you’ll feel like have just been shot out from a cannon. This is normal, as your brain is not equipped to deal with the loss of time and space. It only lasts a few seconds, no matter what the distance and you should be safely in your destination. As long as you keep your hand over those knobs. The machine reads your brainwaves for the destination through your hands and the knobs and if that connection is broken mid-travel, well... Something will happen, perhaps you get stuck in the place in-between.

Anyway, as I was looking for a space to disppear in, I took this path that I hoped would take me into a forest trail, I met this sheep. A ram that had somehow jumped over the fence to freedom. He was very friendly and I stopped to play with him and rub his wool. I was afraid he’d buck me, but he didn’t. I took off, found a good spot, reached for my pockets and...  Yep, it finally happened. I had left my most valuable possession at home.

Without the device my options were slim. However, I had this teleportation app in my phone that I never used. I knew it was shitty as Tumblr Mobile and most probably dangerous to use. I did it anyway and soon was engulfed by the familiar dizziness. When I came to, I was... Still in the same place, maybe a few steps away. App was indeed shit.

The sun was setting and it was too late to walk back so I decided to keep on walking. I came across this spooky villa that had two goths, father and son, pale as sunlight. The goths told me they’re vampires, showing their fangs. I pointed out those fangs look like plastic. Oh no, the son assured, look how well I can bite with these! He bit his own finger than already had two holes to begin with. He had similar marks on his other hand, so i asked shouldn’t a vampire have only one pair of teeth marks when they were turned. He told me he had bitten himself to make it match.

Yeah, ok, I decided to not to argue with the wannabe vampires and asked them for help. The father told me he can give me a lift, not all the way home of course because “that’d be too expensive”, but at least to the right direction. I looked up and... The sky did not look right. Way too many moons and that sheep I petted earlier? It was now flying through the sky like a superman.

At this point I realized the app didn’t send me through time and space, but through realities. I was in alternate dimension and from the looks of it, far away from my own home dimension. The more different things seem, the father away you are. Now I was truly lost... But I took Sir Vampire’s offer.

Aand.. That’s where the dream ended.

[parchmentmischief]

Write Me, Will You?

Theseus Scamander x reader

…

Theseus realizes too late his feelings for you. You’ve taken a job transfer that will have you moving to America. He catches you just before you board a ferry.

…

Theseus is sure he’s never run faster in his life than this moment. He has to make it to you in time, he has to find you.

…

It had taken a mildly frustrating conversation with Newt for Theseus to realize why he was so upset with you. It’s not like he’s not happy for you, your new job sounds amazing and exciting, exactly the kind of job you had been dreaming of.

But Theseus misses you already.

“Maybe you should tell them how you feel?” Newt suggests, only half paying attention as he attempts to wrestle away something shiny from Teddy.

“Tell them that they should stay here because… I don’t even know why? Missing them doesn’t seem like a good enough reason for them to miss out on their dream job. What difference will telling them make?”

Newt pauses his tug of war with the Niffler, “I meant tell them how you feel, the other thing.”

“What other thing?”

Newt stares at his brother knowingly. “That you love them.”

…

Now Theseus is searching frantically for you at the ferry boarding. It’s set to leave soon; what if you had already boarded and he already missed you?

“Theseus?”

Your voice comes from just behind him and he turns, immediately pulling you into a hug. “Thank gods, I thought I had missed you.”

“Aw, did you come to see me off at the ferry? That’s really sweet Theseus, thank you.” You smile brightly at him, and Theseus feels like he might melt.

“I did- um- well I came to see you off but I needed to tell you something.”

You blink. “What is it? Is everything okay?”

“Yes! Yes everything is fine! Sorry, I’m just a bit nervous.” He scratches at his head awkwardly.

“Theseus,” you bump your hip against his gently, “it’s just me, there’s no need to be nervous okay?” You’re confused but also worried that Theseus seems so stressed.

“I just needed to tell you something, before you leave.” he takes your hand.

Just then the ferryman yells for last call for boarding.

“Theseus I have to go.”

His grip on your hand doesn’t loosen. “Please, it will just take a moment, or I’m afraid I won’t be able to tell you.”

Now you’re really worried. “Tell me, Theseus.” You bring both of your hands up to the sides of his face, meeting his eyes. He rests his hands gently over yours.

“I’m in love with you.”

It feels like the world has slowed, like everything has frozen except for this space between you two.

“Theseus-“

“I know that you’re leaving, and I know that my timing couldn’t be any worse, but I need you to know. And I’m hoping that there’s some small chance you feel the same.”

You pull Theseus down into a kiss in answer. “Your timing really is terrible.” you whisper against his lips, unable to stop a smile from forming.

You kiss him again, and again. His hands are in your hair, cradling your head so gently.

“Theseus I really have to go.” you say softly. This moment feels magical and you want to stay in it forever.

“I know.” he replies.

Neither of you move away from each other.

“You’ll write to me, won’t you?” You ask, hugging Theseus tight one last time.

“Of course. Every day, if you won’t get sick of me.”

“I won’t, promise.”

…

Taglist: @generousrunawaydonut @yournewmommy (unable to tag) @wanaexe

[edenmemes]

resident evil village starters

❝ oh, keep growing! one day your head might actually fit your ego. ❞   ❝ running will get you nowhere. ❞     ❝ you don’t have to trust my words, but do you have any better options? ❞   ❝ you shouldn’t be out here. it’s not safe. ❞   ❝ i know you don’t like to talk about it, but can we really just forget everything and pretend it didn’t happen? ❞   ❝ well, what do you think? it’s hopeless, right? ❞ ❝ i wish it could stay like this forever. ❞   ❝ oh, such a disappointment. i thought we could join forces.  ❞ ❝ i don’t have time for this bullshit. out of my way. ❞   ❝ i don’t give a damn about your personal issues. ❞   ❝ it’s a pleasure to see you safe. ❞   ❝ just give up. flesh and blood will never win against me. ❞ ❝ quit acting so full of yourself. ❞ ❝ the clock is ticking. playtime’s over! ❞ ❝ ohhh, don’t give up! ❞ ❝ you think you can take me on? ❞ ❝ you should have never refused me.  ❞ ❝ these are the fruits of my power.  ❞ ❝ leave it alone. you are out of your depth. ❞   ❝ i’ve learned all i can from you. your worth as a lab rat has run out. ❞   ❝ no, no, this can’t be the end for me! ❞   ❝ i can’t escape from here... i can’t do anything! ❞ ❝ what are you talking about? you think this is a game? ❞   ❝ don’t get cocky. i’d kill you if you weren’t the trouble. ❞   ❝ hey, do you know anything about what’s going on around here? ❞   ❝ i’m not used to relying on other people. ❞   ❝ you’re the real deal. well done.  ❞ ❝ i gotta...keep going. ❞   ❝ i think it’s time you left things in my hands. ❞   ❝ my power is leaving me! ❞   ❝ do me a favor... try to stay under the radar. ❞ ❝ you don’t get it. you don’t stand a chance by yourself. ❞ ❝ alright, alright. i guess i owe you an explanation. ❞ ❝ you must be pretty tough, huh? ❞   ❝ all your power’s done is drive you nuts. ❞   ❝ i gotta say, i’m surprised you made it this far. it’d be a shame if something happened to you now. ❞   ❝ so you finally came to see me! everyone falls for me in time. ❞   ❝ it’s all i can spare. take it, take it! ❞   ❝ you’ve got fight, i’ll give you that. ❞   ❝ i didn’t want to keep it from you. i didn’t want to lose you again. ❞   ❝ i’d kill you if you weren’t worth the trouble. ❞   ❝ is there something you’re not telling me? come on, talk to me. ❞   ❝ you can hear it, can’t you? someone’s waiting for you. ❞   ❝ oh, careful what you wish for. ❞   ❝ i don’t want to die. oh, it hurts so much. ❞   ❝ don’t look at me that way. ❞   ❝ i told you to sit down. ❞   ❝ you’re the reason ___ doesn’t love me. ❞   ❝ hey, kiss me? ❞   ❝ if it’s for you, i would do anything. ❞   ❝ come on, it’s not that much further! ❞   ❝ you’re the only one to see me in this form. ❞   ❝ ugh, my temper got away from me. ❞   ❝ play with me some more. ❞   ❝ trying to get on my good side? ❞   ❝ i don’t know if it’s the scent of the flowers, but i feel light headed. ❞   ❝ in all my years, i’ve never been this overjoyed. ❞   ❝ look forward to what i have in store for you. ❞   ❝ mmm, that smells good. what’s that? ❞   ❝ you really should have taken my deal. ❞ ❝ truth hurts, don’t it?  ❞ ❝ i’ve waited so long. but dreams really can come true. ❞   ❝ you coward! come out and face me. ❞   ❝ quit hiding, asshole. i’m not letting you get out of this.  ❞ ❝ i won’t let you have it. even if you beg. ❞   ❝ this is my territory, and i won’t let you leave. ❞   ❝ damn, i’m so cold. my legs won’t work. ❞   ❝ local wine, too. but if you’re going to keep sulking all evening, maybe you shouldn’t have any. ❞ ❝ it’s not paranoia if they’re really out to get you. ❞   ❝ you’re the last asshole in my way, aren’t you? ❞   ❝ well, at least we’re together. ❞   ❝ hey, now. think positively, all right? we talked about this. ❞   ❝ come now, don’t be shy. show me your terror. ❞   ❝ i would’ve sliced you to ribbons if they hadn’t stopped me. ❞   ❝ it’s only a riddle if you don’t know the answer. ❞   ❝ shouldn’t we face what happened there so we can live our lives without it hanging over our heads? ❞   ❝ rest while you can, because i will hunt you, and i will break you. ❞   ❝ this village is full of monsters. we can’t fight them! there’s too many. ❞   ❝ a dead body? wait...there’s more... ❞   ❝ you’re a lot like your father, you know. ❞   ❝ it barely flinched when i shot it. i feel like it’s toying with me. ❞   ❝ it’ll be fine. it’ll be fine. it’ll be fine. ❞   ❝ listen. you’re being played.  ❞ ❝ too bad you’ll pay for it...with your life. ❞   ❝ please won’t you stay with me? forever? ❞   ❝ you are lucky to die before your child. ❞   ❝ quiet now, child! adults are talking. ❞   ❝ there’s nothing wrong with my memory. you’re just being paranoid. ❞   ❝ this is...this is just too much. ❞   ❝ awww, you’re blushing. ❞   ❝ how can a man be ‘almost’ dead? that’s a question for the wise. ❞   ❝ what kind of sick medieval shit is this? ❞   ❝ i’ve spent a lifetime creating this moment...and you try to take it away from me? ❞   ❝ i’m sick of fighting you! ❞   ❝ why didn’t you fucking tell me right away? ❞ ❝ shut your damn hole and don’t be a sore loser! ❞   ❝ but i’m not paranoid, i’m just cautious. ❞   ❝ don’t get close to me when i’m cooking, babe. ❞   ❝ anyone who is anyone has heard of the likes of you. ❞   ❝ i haven’t cut open a man in a while. ❞   ❝ we moved here so that you wouldn’t have to deal with any of that, remember? ❞   ❝ why? why would you do this? ❞   ❝ i knew you would want to be involved. and this job is hard enough without civilians getting in the way. ❞ ❝ oh? you have something to say? ❞   ❝ tell me what’s out there! ❞   ❝ you’re still alive...? impressive. ❞   ❝ hey, are you listening? hey! ❞   ❝ exactly how much do you plan on annoying me? ❞   ❝ oh, no. they’re coming! ❞   ❝ do you have a gun? please tell me you have a gun. ❞   ❝ it’s not---nevermind. i’m sorry. ❞   ❝ drunk or not, you are welcome---and safe---in here. ❞   ❝ you know how to push my buttons. ❞   ❝ hey, don’t i get a say in this? ❞   ❝ you wouldn’t know proper manners if it slapped you in the face. ❞   ❝ i won’t forgive you, you bastard! ❞   ❝ why...why do you treat me the same as them? am i not your favourite? am i not special? ❞   ❝ at night, i hear wailing, as if ghosts roam the halls. ❞   ❝ quit your whining; we’re almost there! ❞   ❝ i’m afraid you can’t return to your old world any longer. ❞   ❝ how dare you bare your teeth at me. ❞   ❝ you couldn’t save them. they were already gone. ❞   ❝ in life and death, we give glory. ❞   ❝ can you even understand that humiliation?  ❞ ❝ even i can get angry. ❞   ❝ what the hell is that thing? ❞ ❝ we will meet again soon. ❞ ❝ let’s just say parts of the human imagination are better left alone. ❞ ❝ some treasures still lurk in this village. ❞ ❝ my decision is final. there will be no argument. ❞   ❝ everyone leaves me. even you. ❞   ❝ there is no safe! every sorry bastard out there has been ripped in half! ❞   ❝ come inside. the others are waiting. ❞   ❝ come with me. there’s something i have to tell you. ❞   ❝ what the hell is wrong with this place? ❞   ❝ the strong will destroy the weak. that’s the way of the world. ❞   ❝ no, we’re getting out of here --- together. ❞   ❝ but what i saw was...frightful. ❞ ❝ i suppose it’s what they call ‘the beauty of the grotesque’. ❞   ❝ you taught me so much and for that i will be forever in your debt. ❞   ❝ it is my curiosity that ties me to this place. ❞   ❝ please let me know if you’d like to strengthen your weapons. ❞ ❝ you’ll pay if i find out this is a lie. ❞ ❝ speaking of foolish questions, who --- what are you? ❞   ❝ if i don’t kill them then my life will never be my own. ❞   ❝ you are abominable. your deceit knows no bound. ❞   ❝ quit holding out, and get to the damn point! ❞ ❝ you’re the one who’s cursed. ❞ ❝ i hope you will be able to achieve your goal someday, too. ❞   ❝ that is why i had to leave you. i will regret never telling you goodbye. ❞   ❝ if i had but a little more time, i know i might be able to turn the tides of this battle. ❞   ❝ i can hear it shuffling about outside. ❞   ❝ and now you even try to steal my property? how dare you? ❞   ❝ ugh, just another simple little manthing. ❞   ❝ oh, good. i was just thinking of ways to pass the time. ❞ ❝ nowhere to go but up. ❞   ❝ where are you? show yourself! ❞ ❝ not without me, it’s too dangerous. ❞ ❝ shit, that was close. ❞   ❝ i heard explosions. what happened? ❞ ❝ you’ve dirtied my dress! ❞   ❝ you’re my daughter...now act like it! ❞   ❝ i don’t think we will make it through winter at this rate. ❞   ❝ the wounds are severe. i won’t last much longer. ❞   ❝ will you please stop talking in riddles? ❞   ❝ goddamn. it really is you. ❞ ❝ you sure of this? your body is, well, falling apart. ❞       ❝ how long have i been out? ❞   ❝ keep your distance. do not move until i give the order. ❞   ❝ i’ve got a tough guy here, i need some back-up! ❞   ❝ if my mom saw this shit, she’d think she’d died and gone to hell. ❞   ❝ shut your fucking hole! ...sorry about that. ❞   ❝ who are you? who sent you? ❞   ❝ please, be well. ❞   ❝ there’s more than we thought. watch out. ❞ ❝ to hunger...is to be alive. ❞   ❝ goddammit! why is everyone dying on me? ❞   ❝ hey! hey. don’t talk like that. ❞   ❝ my word, you truly are as strong as they say! ❞   ❝ don’t you love me? ❞   ❝ oh, you didn’t think i’d let you get away, did you? ❞   ❝ taken alive? dead? which would you prefer? ❞  

[ahundredtimesover]

Inevitable (Prologue) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader (ft. ot6)

Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+)

Series Warnings: foul language, alcohol consumption, minor character death, explicit sexual content in future chapters (oral, unprotected sex but be safe please!)

Prologue Word count: 2.2k

Summary:   You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

A/N: I’ve had this story in my head for months and I’m glad I finally got to put this into writing! This little family was such a joy to write, and I thank the sweetest soul, Ava @btstannies for letting me gush over this trio and hyping me up everyday! Also, my baseball knowledge is pretty shallow so please forgive me!

Listen to: Walking By by Something Corporate

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“We’re here.” 

The deep voice cuts through the numbness you feel, blowing life into your body that’s chosen to block out the pain for now because you know after this, it’s going to hurt a lot more. 

You taste iron on your lips. You feel the sting in your eyes. You see the crescent nail marks on your palms. Then you slacken your jaw and try to breathe.

“You can cry, you know?” But Taehyung knows you won’t. Not in front of him. Not in front of the man whose heart you’re about to break. 

Your best friend knows you, knows you’ll only cry when you’re alone - under the covers, in the shower, on your bedroom floor. You don’t let anybody see you like that. It makes you feel like you don’t have control, and control is the one thing you need to have right now.

“I will.”

“You also don’t have to do this.”

But Taehyung also knows you still will. It’s a decision you made on your own and he knows you well enough that nothing - no one - will make you change your mind. 

“I need to.”

He hums; it’s a battle he won’t win. So he exits the car, opens the passenger seat door, and pulls you out. “I’ll be here when it’s over.”

When it’s over. Over. That’s what it’ll be after this.

**

You ring the doorbell and hear the faint footsteps get louder. The door opens and joyful onyx eyes greet you, a contrast to your tired brown ones. He takes it for something else, perhaps stress, since he doesn’t say anything about it.

Jungkook pulls you in a hug and you will yourself not to bask in his sweet scent, not to let his soft giggle on your neck and peck on your cheek and whisper of “I missed you” make you forget why you’re here in the first place. 

He tugs you inside the apartment, the one the team offered him because he couldn’t abide by the university dorm’s curfew, being that he trains too early and finishes too late. It had been a blessing to you both, as in the course of your over two years together, you’d taken advantage of the privacy and solitude it provided. 

You can’t imagine what it would give him after this. 

“I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy. All these calls with the Dodgers’ owner, then manager, then coach. You think they’d all just call at once but they’re in different cities, I guess,” he shrugs and turns to you. “They’ve been excited,” he continues, his smile reaching his eyes. 

It’s never pained you until now. 

“As they should,” you try a smile. “They’re lucky you signed.”

He chuckles at this. He’s always been amused at your oblivion with how these things work. He’s lucky he even caught the eye of a scout, lucky they even paid attention, lucky that the LA Dodgers wanted to give him a shot with their AAA affiliate team in the minor league. 

If he’s even luckier, maybe he can get to the major league in three years; two would be a miracle. It’s what he’s worked so hard for, it’s why the decision to move thousands of miles away was a no-brainer. Not everyone gets a chance to play in the most popular baseball league like this.

But Jungkook doesn’t know any better, doesn’t know that you know how these things work. You wouldn’t be doing what you’re about to if you didn’t. 

“I’m glad you called, though,” he says, nerves teeming with excitement at his news. Well, proposal. It might be a difficult sell with you but he knows it’s not impossible. 

It came to him one day, in the middle of a conference call with the owner who kept raving about his soon-to-be home. 

“Oklahoma City is great, Jungkook. You’re gonna love it there,” the man had said. Jungkook wasn’t completely sold on the city but he knew you’d enjoy the museums, knew you’d enjoy watching the OKC Thunder play - you were always more into basketball than baseball, anyway. 

Everything had been so fast - from the meetings to the contract-signing to the planning of his move to the US - but he couldn’t imagine starting his life there without you and he just knew he had to have you there with him. 

He could help you find a job or you could do freelance work; what he’d earn could be enough if you both plan things out well, he thought. He was smiling like an idiot during that call, thinking about the next phase of your life together and he couldn’t wait to tell you. 

You’d been caught up with your final projects and school events and he’d been caught up with his papers but you’re here with him now. 

“So I was thinking and—.”

“We should break up.”

You say at the same time. For the first time, his wide eyes mirror yours - sullen and dark, but glassy, too because he did not just hear you tell him that you two should end this. 

Everything had been going so well. You’d been so excited when he got signed to the Minor League, was celebrating with him in all ways you both knew how. There were no talks about breakups, no ending things. It seemed like a given that you’d both stay together; long distance relationships are hard but there are ways to manage. He knew that. He thought you knew that, thought you felt the same, too.

He stares at you, unable to make a sound, to form words that would be remotely close to what he wants to say. His heart is breaking by the second and you stare back at him. There’s no sign of guilt. You’re not taking it back, you’re not saying anything. 

“You don’t mean this, ___. Tell me you don’t mean this.”

“I do,” you sigh. “I just think it’s best if we end this.”

He wishes you had not said anything at all. 

“Why?” He stammers, willing himself to face whatever fucked up reason you have for wanting to break up. It doesn’t seem real. He’s suffocating with how forward you are, with how unbothered you seem while he feels his world slowly crumbling. “Did I do something wrong? Do you not love me anymore?”

“I just don’t think it’s gonna work out.”

“We haven’t even tried. I mean, I’m not leaving yet, we have a few more months to figure it out.”

“It’s months enough to get over this so we can move on. It’ll just be harder then. We know it’s gonna happen anyway,” you lie. 

You see the shock on his face, the disbelief in the words coming out of your mouth. This isn’t the woman who he laid in bed with just a week ago, naked, giggling, kissing him. 

“Babe, you can’t do this. I want you—no, I need you to be with me,” he continues, voice strangled, the thoughts of asking you to come with him drifting away.

“I don’t.” It’s another lie, but it’s one you need to tell. 

You’re uncompromising, resolute in your decision. Your almost emotionless face - tightened features and completely dry eyes - is a contrast to his. You can’t break. You can’t back out from this. 

He muffles his cries, heart breaking at the coldness of your words. 

“You’re all you need, Jungkook,” you continue. “There’s nothing else I can give you that you won’t get there.” Another lie. You know that no one could love him as much as you. It’s why you’re doing this.

“Don’t do this to me, please.”

“Don’t do this to me, too, Jungkook. You have an entire life to live out there. You’re the one leaving and I’m supposed to just stay here and wait for you? Until your dream is enough? Live my life in limbo until we can be together again in god knows when? Expect that video calls will make up for the distance? What about me and my own life? What about my needs?”

It’s messed up but that’s what you do when you love someone, right? You hurt them? And you let them go? 

You can only hope that one day, he’ll understand; that one day, he can forgive you. That one day, he’ll accept that you had to do this. It’s that hope you hang onto - that you’ll hang onto for years to come - just so you won’t fall apart. It’s only that hope where you can derive your strength from because you’ll have to be strong for someone else now. Someone who isn’t him.

“We— we can work it out. We’ll try, okay?. We’ll figure something out.” He stutters, still unbelieving that this is happening, that he is begging you to be on the same page with him, begging you to fight for this with him. 

“But what if we can’t? What if it becomes too much? You know what it would take to make it and I can’t hold you back, Jungkook. My life is here, my family and my friends are here. I have a job waiting for me, so you can’t hold me back either. It’s unfair to both of us.”

He’s looking at you, desperate to find a crack, to find an opening. But there’s none.

“Baby, please—” he cries, arms out to hold you but you step away, as if his touch could burn you. His heart is already shattered, why are you still breaking it? What’s left to break when you’ve taken everything away from him with just your words?

“Jungkook, think about it!”

“I am, and you’re not making sense! I know we haven’t really talked about it—“

“Exactly. Because there’s nothing to talk about. You don’t need baggage when you’re over there, you can’t be thinking about anyone else, especially one who isn’t there. You need support and more patience and understanding and… I can’t give you those. Not anymore. I’m tired. I’ve been tired. It’s gonna be even more tiring when you’re gone.” 

The lies don’t stop but you know they’re necessary, that this is how you convince him, that this is how he lets you go.

Jungkook doesn’t think there’s a worse way that you can hurt him. He’s always admired your decisiveness, but right now, he hates it, hates everything he loves about you - how strong you are, how persistent you are, how uncompromising you are. Your words are ice, as cold as the December evening. You’re unmoving and he knows you well enough that you won’t take it back. 

“Fine,” he relents. “You want to break up? Then we break up.” He wipes the tears off his face, trying to be brave, trying to salvage the remaining dignity he has left. “We end this right now, like you want.”

This is what you came here to do. This was the goal. And you’re absolutely broken. 

You turn away, knowing any more second of looking at his clenched jaw, balled up fist, and unblinking eyes will make you give in, will make you take everything back.

“Don’t reach out, okay? Don’t call. Don’t make this harder than it already is,” he states. “You wanted this.” 

You nod because he’s right. You’ll lose all rights to him after this. He’ll get over you, he’ll be okay. You’ll let him know the truth when the time is right.

“Goodbye, Jungkook. Good luck out there. Your father is very proud of you.” 

You turn and head out the door, the bang not as loud as your shattering heart. And just like that, it was all over. 

You stand motionless outside his apartment, unable to make a step to make it all final. 

You hear a thump. Then a sob. 

“Please, don’t go,” he whispers, as if he knows you’re still there, and even during the final moments, he’s still begging for you to change your mind. It’s faint but you hear it and you step away this time before you walk back in and take everything back.

**

Taehyung starts the car as he sees your figure approach. You head to the back, behind the driver’s seat, a hand over your mouth to suppress your sobs. 

“You can cry now,” he says, as he steps on the gas and turns up the volume of the radio until it drowns out your sounds. You let yourself go and weep, throat aching at the force of it all, chest tightening at the overwhelming emotion of what you’d just done.

It hurts not like you expected. It hurts even more. 

You ground yourself before you lose more of you as the seconds go by and cradle the soon-to-be-there bump on your stomach. 

You need to let them know it wasn’t their fault, that they’re a blessing either way, but that it’s just hard right now. You don’t want them to feel the grief, the ache of a love that had to end, the love that created them. 

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” you whisper and trust that this tiny little being can hear your words. “But we’re gonna be okay, alright? Mama’s gonna be okay.”

~

Next

[finelinevogue]

Can you write something about when Harry and Y/N broke up but fans speculate that they got back together and they did get back together. They broke over something stupid, please. You don’t have to do this exactly it can be something like that.

let’s see how this turns out! hope it’s what you wished for?!

The last few months had been rough.

What had started as rumours of a breakup between everyones favourite couple, you and Harry, had turned into an actual breakup.

It had started by Harry spending more time with Olivia, due to press for Don’t Worry Darling. They were always hanging out with each other, even when there was no publicity stunt telling them to. You found it appropriate at first, wanting the movie to gain some form of reputation, but after a while you believed it turned South. It was becoming a definite friendship and not just because they had to. It was the way that Harry would bring Olivia over for dinner without checking with you first, or taking the dog for a walk with her not you, or even staying longer out on stunts than they needed to just because they wanted to.

So you challenged Harry on it. Hell, even the tabloids were challenging you both - claiming Harry had split from you for Olivia. You made him question whether he thought his actions were irresponsible and appropriate or not, to which he thought there was nothing wrong and thought you were being irrational. You didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day, only to find him later on the phone speaking to Olivia about how crazy you’d been acting about it all. So you showed him crazy and walked out.

Until today.

For over a half a year your sister had her wedding planned and Harry was supposed to be your guest. You were nervous about turning up without him, because your family were very judgy. Your sister couldnt help being the smarter and the prettier one, but she also didn’t have to parade it around so everyone knew of it. Your mum and dad thought you a disappointment for the longest time, but once you’d gotten a job and had moved out they were a bit more loving over you. Still didn’t hide the fact they desperately hoped for you to have a relationship. It wasn’t that you were bringing Harry along to prove that someone loved you, but more to prove that they would never fully be satisfied whether you had a boyfriend or not. There would always be a podium stand slightly lower for you to stand on.

However, they didn’t know about the breakup.

“Y/N, nice to see you. Where’s Harry?” Another guest asked you, relatives of your mum. It was the same question over and over again, no one really caring about how you are but instead whether you’re in a positive relationship.

“Oh um I think he’s just running a bit late.” Was your chosen answer to respond to said question. It was repetitive, but it kept people off your back.

The wedding was completely beautiful. It was in a beautiful church and was decorated to perfection. The theme was white and royal blue, something your sister had always dreamed of. Children played amongst the pews and family relatives mumbled to each other about gossip. There was still a heavy sadness to the event. Maybe it was because your sister hadn’t asked you to be a bridesmaid - instead, choosing her best friends instead - or maybe it was because you missed Harry so much.

He’d fucked up. He really had, but it didn’t take away that burning passion for him that spread like a wildfire in your belly. You missed him. You still loved him. Worst of all, you had to pretend everything was all alright in front of your family when actually you were breaking apart inside.

Harry hadn’t messaged saying that he was or wasn’t coming, but after everything that had happened you were confident he was going to be a no show, and you would be the embarrassment of the family once again. Your relationship had been very private and exclusive, but Harry’s fans were so investigative you wouldn’t be surprised if they knew that you’d broken up and were aware that you were at a wedding today without him. Neither of you had made a public statement about your breakup, but neither of your wanted to damage each other even more. Fans suspected though and rumours travel fast.

“Y/N how are you doing? How’s Harry?” Another aunt came and asked you, this time with your mother in tow.

“Oh he’s great, yes.” You smiled forcefully, not actually having a clue how your ex-boyfriend was doing. You didn’t keep up with his social media because you were afraid of what you might find.

“Where is he? Is he here?” Your aunt asked.

“He’s late, apparently.” Your mother answered for you, sneeringly. “You’ll be made a fool of if he’s a no show Y/N.”

“I know.”

“I hope everything goes well for you both.” Your aunt kindly said, before waiting for your mum to say something nice too. That was a mistake though.

“Well it’s unlikely she’ll find someone again!” Your mother laughed and pulled your aunt away from you. You furrowed your eyebrows and let your heart sink low.

What were you thinking, letting Harry go like that? Your mum was right, you were never going to find anyone else again. You were so lucky with Harry. He was so kind and so patient with you, but obviously he’d run out of steam towards the end. It doesn’t surprise you. You’ve always been told you’re a mighty handful and you need a lot of work put into looking after you, so you understand why you were probably too much for Harry. The showbiz life had never really been something you’d completely submerged yourself into, whereas you guess for Olivia it was rooted in her from birth. She understood Harry’s world the same way he did hers. They would match perfectly for each other, if that’s what they wanted.

You watched the room continue as usual, but you couldn’t keep yourself here. There was too much sadness welling deep within you that you wanted to just run and then keep running. So you did, only to get as far as the bench in the front courtyard. The outside felt calmer and more freeing than inside, you sat and absorbed it for a while, not realising that you were crying until your pretty multicoloured dress had grown darker with a pool of your tears.

“Shit.” You tried rubbing the tears out, but only made you cry a little harder. You thought about your makeup running and tried to compose yourself, fanning your face to calm it down from the heat now.

“And here I was thinking weddings were supposed to be happy.”

You stopped fanning your face to look at him. You couldn’t believe he was standing there, dressed in a beautiful white suit and salmon pink shirt underneath to compliment the colours of your dress - the outfit that you’d helped him pick out over a year ago. He’d remembered. He trusted that you’d still be wearing this dress. He was a sight alright. A vision of beauty and love.

“Harry?” You questioned, wiping your under eyes to clear away any running mascara, not quite believing he was standing there.

“So what was it? Bad music playing? No vodka? Or maybe there’s nowhere for you to escape to go read the book I know you have stuffed away in your clutch bag.” He stood at a distance from you, hands in his trouser pockets, to make sure you were comfortable.

“I brought vodka instead of the book.” You chuckled, reaching into your clutch to prove it to him.

“Lucky for you, i’ve come to save the day.” Harry reached to the inside of his blazer pocket and pulled out a Kindle. You’d always been debating whether or not to buy one, because the feeling of having a book to turn its’ physical pages is a feeling second to none. “Take it, it’s yours.”

Harry handed it out to you and you stood up to reach for it hesitantly. Harry assured you that it was okay and that you’d been reading too many books if you thought it was a trap of some sort.

“Thank you, Harry.” You spoke sincerely. You stroked your thumb over the cover and turned the case lid over to start up the screen. The screen lit up and it was set to a picture of your favourite quote, annotated just as you would have in your own book. You chuckled and let a few tears drop from the kindness of all of this.

“And then…” Harry unlocked the Kindle with your birthday as the password, before clicking on the library so you could discover what was waiting for you on your virtual shelves. Harry had downloaded all your most favourite books, whilst also downloading the ones he knew had been on your to-be-read list. He’d even added a few of his favourite books too, just because you liked reading his recommendations.

You smiled, but felt so lost.

“W-why are you here, H?” You asked, closing the lid and bravely looking up into his enchanting eyes. You had to control yourself not to comment on how wondrous they looked.

“To save the day.” He chuckled in repeat, until he knew you weren’t taking that for an answer. “Because I fucked up. Big league time.”

“Yeah.” You whispered, looking down at your shoes to see that they weren’t that far apart at all. He was so close to you, yet he wasn’t yours to catch.

“And i’ll never forgive myself for letting you walk out of that door. The promotion shit with Olivia? Done. I’ve finished. I explained that the movie isn’t as important to me as you. You,” Harry paused to breathe out, and took the risk of guiding your jaw up to meet your gaze with his soft hand, “you are real Y/N. You’re so important and key to my life and it bloody terrified me, still does actually, to think that you make me feel this way. I want everything with you. Marriage, kids, a home. A life. I was so worried I would screw it all up, though, to the point where I did screw it all up. I lost you and so I lost me. It’s selfish of me to ask whether any part of your heart still wants me, but—”

“Yes.” You quickly interjected before he could say something he’d later regret. “There is, yes.”

“R-really?” He stumbled over his response, not expecting you to react so soon but his words had got to you. His feelings were vulnerable and raw and it reminded you of how much you love him and feel safe with him.

“Why? Would you like me to say different.” You teased.

“No,” Harry rushed, stepping closer towards you, “God now. Stay, please. Forever, if you’ll have me?”

“I can deal with forever.” You leaned up to where his lips were, craving the taste of them against yours so badly. “Can I?” You looked between his lips and his eyes, watching his eyes coo in admiration of you. His arms snaked around your neck and cupped the back of your head, resting his ringed fingers against your skin delicately.

“You don’t have to ask, angel.” And with that you didn’t hesitate to reclaim your clips on his. He tasted as sweet and as soft as you could remember. The hint of mint sweets he kept in his car could be tasted all over his mouth, and he could no doubt taste the vodka on yours. He took no time in rushing to have his tongue exploring your mouth once mouth, biting on your lip when he got the chance to. He wanted you to remember this moment and how much love he has for you, and always will. Just as you do for him.

Hesitantly pulling away you smiled at him cheekily, feeling so much lighter and happier to have him here. With you in his arms so expertly.

“What?” He asked, leaving a quick kiss to your nose, inhaling his scent as he did.

“Just can’t believe you’re here.” You stroked his cheek with your thumb, and he leaned into your touch so comfortably. He had missed you so damn much, and it showed.

“Let you down once before and I wasn’t going to do it again.”

“So you’d have shown up even if I hadn’t?”

“Not happily, but yes.” He laughed thinking about it.

“Why?” You laughed with him.

“I’ve got to make my impression on your family somehow. Need to remind some of them how amazing and beautiful their special Y/N L/N is.”

“Some are going to need a lot more persuading than others.” You sighed, side-frowning over your words.

“No offence, but anyone who doesn’t treat you as a fucking diamond doesn’t deserve you and should watch out for kick up their backside from me.” You laughed over his empty threat and buried your head against his chest, listening to the heartbeat and rumble of laughter that came from within. This moment alone felt like home. Safe and warm.

“I love you, H.”

“Bloody love you too.”

Harry ended up returning to the wedding with you, much to your mothers surprise, and you both enjoyed the celebrations together. You shut yourselves out from everybody and just danced, talked and drank the night away.

You were so in love.

Later, photos got leaked of the wedding and it showed you and Harry dancing away in one of the backgrounds of the photos. It was supposed to be a shot of just the bride and groom, but you two have managed to get caught in it. You looked so caught up in each other that you still weren’t even aware the photo had been taken. You and Harry had determinedly avoided the camera all night, exactly for this reason, but a part of you was kind of happy that this one photo got leaked, because it showed the world that Harry was yours and you were his. It showed that you were together, or back-together as addressed by some FBI fans, and that you were stronger for it.

[butwhyduh]

Been Awhile

Roy Harper x reader

Summary: he’s been gone for a mission and comes back home mad thirsty

Warning: smut, Roy has a filthy mouth

You were totally fine. You didn’t almost burn out the motor to your toy while looking at pictures of Roy while imagining licking his tattoos and then everywhere else. It had been a full month since you last saw him and you were missing him so much at this point that you missed his tinkering and the smell of a soldering iron.

The first thing Roy did was pick up Lian from her aunt Artemis’s house and brought her home. He had stopped and got her the biggest Lego set he could find.

“This says 8 and up but I’m only 6,” she squealed.

“Since you can read that it’s 8 and up, I think you’ll do fine. Now let’s build a castle. Do you want a Princess or dragon?” Roy asked dumping it out on the carpet.

“A Princess dragon!” She said as if it was obvious.

“What was I thinking? Of course, a Princess dragon,” he said and they started building. You grabbed them a snack and joined them on the floor. Roy’s attention was on Lian but he occasionally gazed at you before going back to playing. After a few hours, Lian started yawning as it was close to bed.

“Alright kiddo, why don’t we pick this up tomorrow? It’s getting late now,” Roy said getting up and stretching. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his shirt rose just enough to see a strip of flat stomach. Roy grinned at you when he noticed.

He spent the next 20 minutes getting Lian in bed and another 20 minutes wasting time cleaning up while waiting for her to go to sleep. Roy kept his eyes on you. Staring at your ass as you bent to pick up a stuffed animal, your breasts when you put another toy on a high shelf. And when he was certain that Lian was asleep, he pounced.

“Baby,” Roy said pulling you close by the hips. You covered a giggle with your hand before wrapping your arms around his neck. “Fuck have I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” You replied. Roy kissed you and his hands roamed your body; running across your back and down to cup your ass and up to squeeze your breasts. “Eager,” you said with a little smirk.

“You don’t even fucking know,” he muttered against your skin. You could feel his hardness against your thigh. You wanted him for sure but you weren’t that ready to go. “Couldn’t even rub one out because it was fucking communal showers and bunks. So it’s been 2 weeks. I had a wet dream the other night like I was a fucking teenager.”

“Damn Roy,” you flushed at his language. He started peeling your shirt off. “The bedroom, not here,” you insisted. He pulled you along quickly. As soon as the door shut, he was yanking your shirt and bra off.

“Fuck baby, your tits,” he whined before bending to kiss and nip at them. He looked up at you with a smiling mouth full of nipple causing you to shiver. He playfully lapped at the bud. “I’ve miss you girls,” he said giving the other breast attention, causing you to laugh. “We’re having a very important conversation here. Excuse us,” he joked to you while cupping them both.

“Hey now,” you laugh. “Can we get to the bed first?”

Roy picked you up over his shoulder as you squealed. He turned his head to gently sink his teeth in the meat of your ass. You jumped in surprise. “Nice ass. Take a bite out of it,” he murmured and did it again before laying you on the bed and crawling beside you.

You turned to your side and started kissing. You pulled Roy’s shirt off at one point and started kissing down his neck and the next thing you knew, you were on top of him, rubbing him through his boxers. He was already throbbing.

“You think you could?” He asked looking down. “I’ve been dreaming about your mouth for days.”

“Damn, you’re thirsty,” you said with a laugh.

“Don’t make fun of me,” he whined. “I swear that sex is the only thing on my mind. I can’t handle going this long.”

“These full,” you asked, reaching your hand in his shorts and cupping his balls. He hissed and leaned into your touch with a nod. “I’ll take pity on you,” you teased.

“Just a little blow job,” he asked.

You started kissing down his chest while pushing his shorts down his legs. Roy was already leaking hard. You ran your hand up his thigh and jerked him a few times and gently cupped his balls before going back and forth. Roy was already breathing heavy and his pale skin was flushed red as his hair.

You playfully ran your fingers through the thatch of reddish brown hair above his dick and Roy’s hips moved towards your hand. It was intoxicating to see him so worked up. Sure, Roy always had a high sex drive but he loved the build up and act of sex just as much as the release usually but you could tell that his mind was only on getting off today.

You finally took him in your mouth and Roy let out a shaky breath. You sucked at the head while gently jerking the base. Roy was so fucking hard and was making so much noise that you were throbbing between your own legs. Thank god Lian was all the way across the apartment.

“Fuck, baby. Better than I imagined,” Roy breathed. He was gripping the sheets tightly in hand. You looked up at him and ran your free hand over the divots of his abs and Roy closed his eyes. He knew if he watched you suck him off, he would but almost immediately.

But then you cupped his balls while hollowing your cheeks as you took him deep and he spasmed and came suddenly. “I-“ was all he got out before a warm bitter wetness filled your mouth. Roy pushed your shoulders back to where his dick wasn’t in your mouth anymore but it didn’t help because instead he came on your face.

“Oh,” you gasped while trying to be a good girlfriend and jerk him through his high.

“Sorry! Sorry,” he said as he came down from his high. “I didn’t mean- I was gonna warn you but I couldn’t even speak,” he said with a dry chuckle. “Shit, that wasn’t the plan,” he said. Roy quickly grabbed his shirt to wipe your face off.

“It’s okay, babe,” you said with a smile. You climbed up and kissed him on the lips. Roy smiled at you. “I mean, I made you cum so hard you couldn’t speak. I’d take that as a compliment.”

“You definitely should. And when my soul returns to my body, I am definitely gonna blow your brains out,” he said and you huffed out a laugh. His casual frank sex language always got you.

“Yeah?” You asked as Roy held you close.

“Yep! Gonna try to see if I can make you cry or squirt when you cum,” he added.

“Roy,” you exclaimed and he laughed.

“Babe, I saw the fucking light when I came,” he said. “No joke. And I was thinking about you on the way home and had to think about baseball scores cuz I started chubbing up. Like a teenager or something.”

You covered his mouth with your hand. “That’s enough of that,” you said and he laughed before licking your hand.

“You won’t be saying that later,” he smirked.

“Yeah?” You challenged. Roy flipped you on your back and climbed over you.

“Absolutely. Now show me that pretty little pussy.”

“Roy!”

“Aww come on. It’s adorable when you get all flustered,” he said. You didn’t answer but let him pull your shorts off. Roy had a pleased smile on his face. “Fuck, my imagination has nothing on this,” he muttered while kissing down your chest. He opened your legs wide while roughly pulling a nipple in his mouth. You gasped as he let it go to repeat the same on the other side. He slid his tongue messily over your chest before planting wet kisses down your stomach.

Roy pushed your knees back to where you were wide and exposed to him. You shivered as he looked you over almost predatorily. Roy kissed down your leg and skipped over your pussy before going back up the other leg. He even kissed your hips and mound before moving down.

“Absolutely drenched,” he whispered. Roy lapped at your outer folds and even sucked on on before moving inward with precision. He knew what he was doing. You were panting by the time his tongue pierced between your folds and into your core. Roy started tongue fucking you and you let out breathy moans. You gripped the headboard behind you.

Roy grew more aggressive and messy in the best way. One hand held your legs up and the other squeezed and teased your breasts. It didn’t take long for you to whimper his name desperately in hopes he would finally pay attention to your clit. Knowing exactly what you wanted, he started lapping at the bud before taking it in his mouth and sucking. You moaned far louder than you mean as he sucked your clit like a dying man.

“Don’t stop,” you whined and Roy’s hand that was grabbing your breast moved to hold your thigh to let his mouth dive deeper into your pussy. He was absolutely destroying you in the best way with sucking and lapping and swirling your clit with his very talented mouth and tongue. He could see you were close. The sounds you make and how your core would clench around nothing. Roy kept going and was rewarded with a sound like a sob before you whimpered out his name and spasmed below him. His mouth suddenly flooded with fluid that he happily lapped at through your high until you pushed his face away. He gave a chaste kiss to you sensitive clit that had you jumping and gasping before climbing back up your body to lay beside you.

“Still got it,” he said with a grin. You rolled your eyes while scooting on top of him.

“Don’t break your arm patting yourself on the back, Harper,” you muttered with no real heat.

“What? I’m back to last name? I gave you a mind numbing orgasm and I get last named,” he pouted.

“It was alright,” you teased.

“That sob at the end said otherwise,” he protested with a roguish grin. You covered his mouth with your hand.

“Okay, ruining the afterglow there speedy,” you said. He laughed.

“Okay Princess. Let’s get you some sleep. That way I can wake you up before Lian gets up and actually fuck,” he said pulling the blankets over you both.

“Shhhh, less words.”

[jenomark]

hi💞 I want to request nct dream reaction to their s/o pretending that they won’t be able to do anything for the member birthday party or at last minute the s/o says they can’t show up, but at the end the s/o was planning the best surprise ever!

Mark: Something was missing. As soon as he walked into his own birthday party, he clapped his hand over his chest and looked around. Even though he knew you weren't there, he still looked around for your face. "Mark Leeeeeee," Jungwoo said, coming up behind him. "Party time." Mark tried to smile but felt like he was forcing it. He looked around at the effort all of his friends made just for him and replicated a humble face and voice. "Yeah!" Mark said. "Oh, man. This is nice. Thank you." When Jungwoo had disappeared into the throng of well wishers, Mark retreated to his phone to text you:

Mark- Baby, I wish you were here. You- Me too. Mark- Nothing is the same.

When you didn't immediately reply, he tucked his phone away. He sat in a chair and stared off into space, really trying his best to appear grateful. Cold hands fell across his eyes like a blindfold, leaving Mark to utter a long, "Uhhh..." But something in his voice changed when he breathed in. He could smell your perfume, and he began to feel happy. He got up and turned around, not stopping to speak because he was so choked up. Mark hugged you, pulling you into his arms, so happy that his only birthday wish had come true.

Renjun: It felt like an ordinary day, only Renjun knew that it wasn't. It was his birthday and he was another year older, maybe not as wiser. He got off work and came home to an empty apartment, the silence really hammering in the idea that he was growing old. He stalked across the room, checking his phone again for a message from you. When there were zero messages, Renjun let the loneliness creep in. He went into the refrigerator to grab a drink but stopped in his tracks when he heard a noise coming from his bedroom. He moved slowly towards the room, looking around for a way to escape if he had to. "I have a weapon." he called, looking down at his empty hands. Pushing the door open and stepping back to peek around, he saw you sitting on his bed, holding a lone cupcake with a candle in it. "Oh." he said, flicking on the light. At once, Renjun tore across the room and went onto his knees, burying his face in your lap. "I know I'm a little late." you said. "But I couldn't let you end this birthday without you knowing that I'm going to be here for as many years as you'll have me." He wouldn't look up at you from your lap, so you called his name softly. When he did finally look up, his cheeks were stained with tears that he tried desperately to wipe away. "I'm fine," Renjun said, quickly. "I'm okay. Don't look at me." You grabbed his face and kissed him. Renjun got up off his knees and sat beside you. He closed his eyes, made a wish and blew out the candle. "I didn't think you would come." he said. "Life feels empty without you." You hugged him and kissed him again. "I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere."

Jeno: For the weeks leading up to his birthday, Jeno had been dropping hints about how he wanted a lowkey celebration. He had said, "Nothing too loud. Only me and you, maybe my parents. No friends. No singing happy birthday. Nothing too traditional." You smiled prettily at him, your feet in his lap as he massaged them. He gave you a look that was supposed to translate that he was serious, but you knew Jeno a little too well. Days before his birthday, he pulled you aside. "You're not planning anything, right?" he asked. There was fear in his eyes and something that intrigued you. "No," you said. "You said you didn't want a party." On the day of, Jeno was losing his edge. He walked around the apartment as time ticked by, looking in places for mishidden balloons or decorations. You had even caught him fishing for information with Jisung, whom Jeno knew would break sooner or later. "You told me you didn't want a party." you said, crossing your arms. "Were you lying to me?" Jeno looked at you, blinking his eyes a few times and said, "No." You smiled and walked slowly to the front door, whipping it open and letting Jeno's friends and family pour into the apartment. When you and Jeno were alone for even a second, he wrapped his arms around your waist and whispered a sweet "Thank you." into your ear.

Haechan: "I don't want to go inside." he said. He pressed the hot phone against his ear and looked up and down the street. All of his friends had gone ahead of him into the restaurant, their moods uplifted by Haechan's birthday celebrations. "You have to go insi-." you said over the phone, your voice breaking up. Haechan leaned against the wall. He could feel himself choking up. He was sad when he heard you couldn't make it to his birthday dinner, but he told himself he would be okay. Once June 6th rolled around, he realized what a mess he had become. "I just wish you were here." he whispered. "You're supposed to be here with me." The agony in his voice was hard to conceal. "Donghyuck, baby." you said, your voice sounding the same as his. "Please try and have a nice time. You can call me when you get in and we'll video chat, okay?" Haechan agreed and hung up the phone. Taking a deep breath, he trudged into the restaurant, keeping his head down. When he made it to the back room where his birthday celebration was being held, the air began to feel different. Haechan looked up to see that you were standing right in front of him. "Surprise." you said. "The flight was last minute and I-" Your words were lost as Haechan flung himself into your arms, muffling out the sound of your voice.

Jaemin: You never knew what he was thinking, could never really rouse great emotions from Jaemin. It bothered you a little, so when it came time for his birthday, you made it clear that it was an event you had to miss. Only then, did Jaemin show a sign that he might be holding some feelings in. "My birthday?" he asked. "Why not?" You played with the hem of his t-shirt. "Well," you said. "I have plans that day." You looked at his stoic face, trying to read it. "Okay." he said, smiling brilliantly. "That's okay. We can do something after." A few days before his birthday, you wondered if surprising him would make him happy or not, or if lying to him was really the right move. Of course you would attend his party. You watched him all the time, just waiting for him to ask you to please cancel your plans, but he never did. On the day of his birthday, you got a text in the morning, so out of the blue. Jaemin wrote that he missed you. You replied that you missed him, too. You were dying inside. At night, before the party, you showed up at his dorm to completely ruin the surprise. Before he could speak, you said. "I told you I couldn't go because I wanted to surprise you, but I feel guilty about it and I can't lie to you anymore. " Up until then, you had shut your eyes tight. Jaemin's voice made you open them when he said, "I know. I was waiting for you to give in first." Your shoulders dropped. "You knew the whole time that I was planning on doing this?" you asked. Jaemin grabbed your arms and pulled you to him. "Yeah." he said, kissing you. "I win."

Chenle: "I want five hundred balloons. All metallic." Chenle said. "And a parade where I'm held into the air, but Haechan has to be holding me up. I want everyone to look at me like I'm a king. I want them screaming my name, and I want Stephen Curry... Are you writing this all down?" You looked at your boyfriend with sadness and said, "You're not going to be home on your birthday." For a second, Chenle had forgotten. When he remembered, his face fell. "A shame." he said. Weeks after that talk, you had planned to make it to wherever he was. It didn't matter that he was in another country working. You got on a plane after him and you followed that boy, using all of Dream and their manager to secure the perfect birthday gift. After he had gotten done his schedule, Chenle was taking his mic pack off and weaving his way through the crowd of people on set. Mark put his hand on Chenle's back and guided him in another direction. "You're wanted, man." he said. Fearing he was in trouble, Chenle asked why he was wanted, but Mark didn't answer. He walked with his friend anyway, allowing himself to be pushed through a crowd of people just trying to do their job. When he realized it was just a makeup artist that needed him, Chenle breathed a sigh of relief. He ducked down lower to let her work on his face, his eyes glazing over. "Are you having a nice birthday, Chenle?" the makeup artist asked. Feeling his heart strings tug, he looked into her eyes. It was only then that he realized it was you. Chenle backed up and opened his mouth wide. Jaemin, from beside you, handed you a few metallic balloons. "I know it's not 500 hundred balloons but-" you said before Chenle swept you off of your feet.

Jisung: You were on the phone with Renjun, frustration in your voice mounting. "This is not the way things were supposed to go, Renjun." you said. "I'm freaking out." The traffic was moving too slow, and your heart was hammering in your chest. For Jisung's birthday, you had the most brilliant plan, but it had backfired badly. You were supposed to phone Jisung and tell him your train was running late, and you didn't think you could make it to his party. When the prank was fulfilled, you would come out of hiding and show him that you'd been there the whole time. The only flaw in the plan, was that Jisung took it to heart, and vanished from his party when he first got your call. You were on your way to the train station with the hope that he would be there waiting for you. "I'll call you when I find him." you said, flinging yourself out of the car. You ran into the station, pulling the mask tighter to your face. You walked briskly through, spinning around to look at all of the people traveling. You were almost ready to give up when you saw Jisung standing by himself, looking lost, with his hands folded in front of him. You ran to him, your shoes drawing his attention. You hugged him and said, "I'm so sorry. My train wasn't running late. It was a joke. I didn't think you would come find me." You were nearly hysterical but Jisung was calm. "It's okay." Jisung said, hugging you tighter. "The only thing that matters is that I get to spend my birthday with you."

[recklessmark]

mine

—when the bodyguard your dad hired is your long lost rival.

Pairings: bodyguard Mark x mob-boss Reader

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: unprotected sex (be safe!), dirty talk, rough sex, oral sex, spanking, slut shamming, orgasm denial, mark is possessive but cute at the end.

The sounds of your heels clicking against the ground filled up the silent patio. You stormed into your house after receiving a text from your dad, basically demonstrated that he had sent you a new bodyguard since your job had been getting more intense lately. This should be the umpteenth guard that your dad hired, how are they supposed to protect you when every time you get into trouble, they can’t even take care of themselves.

You locked the door, kicking your shoes off before walking inside. Noticing a figure of a man sitting on the couch, you frowned. One hand holding the gun holster, the other finding the light switch. But they immediately fell onto your mouth when the man in question himself turned around due to the sudden light in the room. Your eyes went widen, still not believed in what you saw. He stood up, a coy smirk displayed on his face as he slowly approached you.

“You miss me?”

You looked him up and down, confirming that you were not dreaming, “M-Mark Lee? You’re alive?”

Your back is against the wall as Mark pressed his body on you, your faces were an inch away from each other. You’re babbling, dying to know how it’s possible for your long lost rival, Mark Lee, revitalized from his death and now standing in your house. Mark had been on the back of your head since the day you heard the news of his death from a combat. Apparently you’re supposed to hate him but that period of time was the darkest of your life, you practically couldn’t live without him.

He leaned in, his nose was brushing yours, “If I knew my appearance can earn that reaction from you, I would accept the job offer sooner.”

You tensed under his muscular body, his face plastered with arrogance. You squinted your eyes at him, “So you’re the body guard that my dad hired?”

Mark nodded, “Didn’t know that my death make your career path a lot easier. You’re the boss now huh?”

You pushed him away, you needed to go since you’re melting into his touch and that’s definitely not a good sign. You fixed your clothes before walking away.

“You can sleep on the couch or in the room next to the balcony. We’re going to the estate tomorrow.”, you called behind your back, “And don’t even think about breaking into my room at midnight.”.

You remembered that time you saw Mark sitting in front of your house with blood everywhere. You did let him stay at your place since he was terribly injured with two bullets in his shoulder and a gash on his ribs. He was super lucky to magically survive after that much damage, and you thought you could be a surgeon that you were phenomenally able to save him with some basic medical skills. Mark stayed with you for two weeks and literally broke into your room every night despite of your death threats and the locks on your door that you only bought because of him. You pathetically had no sleep at that time, how were you supposed to sleep peacefully when your hot enemy was pressing his chest against your back. You sighed, Mark Lee is the first bodyguard you didn’t kick out on the first day and the only bodyguard you let staying at your place.

—

You’re questioning yourself about the faith you put in Mark, your used-to-be enemy, that you actually allowed him to be your bodyguard and now you’re guiding him to your estate. What if he’s preparing for a terrorization?

“So why did you fake your death?”, you asked, only loud enough for him to hear clearly.

Mark glanced at you as he’s trying to find the perfect vocabulary for the situation, “The boss thought I’m a threat to the gang so they attempted to kill me many times, unsuccessfully though.”

“That you’ll murderer that coward and replace him? What in the mysterious novel is this?”, you laughed almost choked on your spit.

Everyone eyes landed on you and Mark when you stepped inside the building, the faint smile on your lips had soon faded away. They respectfully greeted you as you made your way to the office.

“What are you involved with?”

You heard him question when you’re in the elevator. Your fingers tapped on your lips,

“Pharmaceuticals”

“Drugs”

You darted your eyes at him as the word fell out of his mouth. “God, I’m trying to make it sound legal, no need to say it out loud like that.”, you gave him a warning look before continued talking.

“Automotive recovery and repair”

“Grand theft auto”

You’re not bothered to yell at Mark or whatsoever, as if he hadn’t done all that things.

“Defense trading”

“Selling illegal weapons”

You stopped a bit, looking at the number on the monitor screen of the elevator.

“And contract execution.”

The elevator was finally on the highest floor, which only has your office and the meeting room. You stopped at your track when you see a gap on your office door, you always remember to lock it up before going home, except it’s...

“Y/N!”

You almost passed out, you should’ve mentioned that you totally hate surprises. How do people find it’s funny when they scare the fuck out of somebody?

“Lee Haechan? When did you get here?”

You lost your balance when Haechan jumped on you for a hug, “Last night.”

You fumbled on your feet as the weight on you hardened your breathing. “God, do you always have to cling on me like that?”

His arms wrapped around your waist, he rested his head on the crook of your neck as he noticed the man that had been standing at the door frame.

“Who’s this? You better not cheat on me!”

You frowned, pushing Haechan away, “Cheat your ass! He’s my bodyguard.”, you turned around to look at Mark.

“Hey, you should go check the new people. If they mess up, I’ll kick your ass.”

You asked Haechan to leave before he continued making something up. You don’t know why he has a thing for pretending to be your boyfriend, sometimes cousin or even worse is step brother. He always knows how to get you into trouble and never take responsibility for that. You don’t know how come he’s your best friend and your assistant.

You locked the door after he already left, not care about Mark still froze at his space. You sat down, reorganized the stacks of papers on your desk.

“He’s your boyfriend?”

Your eyes flew up only for you to see that Mark was hovering over you, his hands pressed on the desk.

You looked back down, “Why would you care?”

He remained silent, you shrugged, unbothered by his question. Neither the two of you broke the silence first until you completed all the work, it’s already night time outside. You glanced at Mark, who’s sitting on the couch next to the window with his gaze focused on you. You flustered, wondering if he had been like that for 4 hours straight since you came to work after lunch.

“Let’s go.”

—

You’re walking to your car in the parking lot when someone familiar drew your attention.

“Jaehyun!”

You hollered while running towards the man. He caught you in his arms as you peck on his cheeks, which was not become unnoticed by Mark. He recognized the man, Mark had a few combats with him before.

You noticed the expression on Jaehyun’s face changed lightly when his gaze shifted. You knew what’s it about.

“He’s the bodyguard my dad hired, I’ll explain but I have to leave now okay?”

You gave him a small kiss on his lips before turning around, pulling Mark with you.

—

“Get out!”

Mark snarled when he finally pulled up in the garage. He walked out, leaving you confused in the car. Did he just yell at you? You gasped as the door beside you flung opened, he recklessly took off your seat belt before pulling you into the house.

“What the hell Mark?”

You asked when he pressed you against the door, still could not comprehend what’s happening.

“Shut up!”

He groaned into your ear, his head was on the crook of your neck, you squirmed as his hair tickled you.

“Have you done flirting with every man you meet? You want to be a slut so bad don’t you? You want Jung Jaehyun to fuck you right? And either whoever the man in your office was!”

Your body tensed under his, his breath hit your skin giving you some feelings. Both of your hands attempted to push Mark away by his shoulder but he didn’t move an inch. He left your neck to face you, his eyes gave you death stare.

“Mark take a fucking breath, okay?”, you muttered out. His eyes were still boring holes into you as you continued, “Haechan is my assistant and Jaehyun”, you stop, “I like him.”

“That jackass? That? Him?”

You frowned, “He’s not a jackass.”, you debated.

Mark grabbed you around the waist, “He doesn’t ever touch you again. Understand?” His tone was venomous. “You’re mine.”

You stood in silence as your brain functioning his words. His proximity to you was turning the heat in your veins from anger into something else.

“Oh yeah, Mark? I’m yours?”

“Mine.” His face was mere inches from yours.

You narrowed your eyes. “Fucking prove it, then, asshole.”

He tightened his grip around your waist and practically threw you onto the couch. You turned and tried to crawl away but he pulled you back down, forcefully, and slammed his hips into your ass. You could feel his erection straining against his trousers as he ground into you. You braced your hands on the couch as he kicked your legs apart and shoved your dress up around your waist.

“You want me to fucking prove it?”

He cupped your ass in his hands and squeezed hard before ripping off your lace panties and throwing them on the floor. One hand snaked around your waist to keep you from escaping while the other ran along your slit. Mark placed his finger in his mouth tasting you groaning lowly and then pulled it out with a pop. He kneeled down and ran his tongue along your slit before digging in. His tongue circling your clit before darting into your hole then going back. You moaned, your hands gripping the edge of the couch as you felt your orgasm fast approaching.

"M-Mark..." you whimpered as your legs started to shake. He groaned against you as he kept going, the vibrations making your mind go blank. "I-I-I'm... I'm go-gonna..."

He pulled away in a moment, leaving you undone. You whined, desperate to come. Instantly his hand came out and wrapped around the back of your neck pulling you close to him and smashing his lips into yours in a sloppy kiss, his tongue dominated yours as you can taste yourself on it. His other hand ran up your thigh until it reached your ass and he gripped a cheek roughly causing you to moan out.

“Do you think you deserve to cum? You acted like a slut so I treat you like one.”

He started to kiss and bite along your neck stopping every so often to leave some marks. You heard the metallic click as it was unfastened and then his zipper as he freed his cock. Then, in one motion, he slammed into your cunt.

“How about this, huh? Do you like my cock inside you?”

You gritted your teeth and nodded, Mark smacked your ass, hard. “Answer me, goddamnit. Do you like my cock inside you?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Say it.” He began a slow but punishing rhythm, pistoning into you as hard as he could. “Fucking say it, Y/N.”

“Yes–Mark....” He punctuated each of your words with a deep thrust. “I – like – your – cock – inside – me – ”

“You like it when I fuck you hard?” he growled as he began to speed up.

“Yes… yes… oh God, yes,” you moaned, giving yourself over to the pleasure.

“You filthy fucking slut… you like it when I fuck your pussy from behind like this?”

“Yes! Mark, yes!” you could feel your climax already approaching as Mark reached down to rub your swollen clit with his hips slamming into you nonstop.

“Are you mine, Y/N?” he roared.

“Yes, Mark, I’m yours!”

With that, your orgasm tore through you, your back arching as your body pulsed around him. You had barely come down from your high when leaned over, “You should be grateful that I let you cum. Turn around, dirty girl. I want your mouth.”

Mark pulled out of you and you turned around kneeling in front of him, still feeling boneless. He grasped your hair and you let your jaw drop open; he bucked his hips forward and you could taste yourself on his cock. You sucked him greedily as he thrust forward.

He groaned as he emptied himself into your mouth; you swallowed everything Mark gave you before slowly licking him clean. He fell flopped himself onto the couch, shaking from the force of his release, before wrapping his arm around your naked body.

For a few long minutes, the only sound was your labored breathing as you tried to recover.

“Do you actually like Jaehyun?”

Mark mumbled but loud enough for you to hear, his breath was still heavy.

You leaned in to rest your head on his shoulder, your legs curled up, pressing against your bare chest. “Yes, but I guess it doesn’t matter anymore.”

His hand brushed your hair comfortably, “Why?”

“Didn’t you just claim me like two minutes ago? You can’t change your mind.”, Mark couldn’t help but giggled, he pressed his chin on your head. “Since when you have feelings for me?”, you looked up only to see his sharp jawline, his signature scent filled up your nostrils.

“I don’t know dude, may be that time when you held a dull dagger on my throat or when you attempted to shoot me with no bullet loaded in the gun.”

You slapped his arm playfully, “That was an accident!”

The room went into silence again, your eyes stared into the city outside of the wall of windows.

“Do you know when I figured out my feelings?”

Mark traced your fingers with his thumb, waiting for your answer. “I kissed Jaehyun because it’s the last kiss, I thought you don’t care.”, you intertwined your hand with his, “But I know you’re my everything the moment you I saw you sitting here, that my long lost hot rival is alive.”

©️  DREAMYKRAM. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

[forsakenmis]

After the snap

Summary: Wanda was snapped away. You, on the other hand, remained and had moved on. You moved out of the country, started a new job, and had even gone on a few dates. Then everyone came back and suddenly a familiar witch was knocking on your workplace door.

Pairings: Top!Wanda x Reader

Warnings: dark!wanda, oral (r receiving), strap, public sex, posessive wanda, mummy kink

You’d long put away the shield (so to speak) and were at a point that going back to everyone just seemed so jarring. Maybe you didn’t want to believe it wasn’t true. After five years of grieving, of building a new life, and suddenly everyone’s just….back.

Wanda was back.

You knew it was wrong to have not contacted her. For her, it must seem like yesterday that you were whispering your plans about eloping, but that was five years ago. You moved on. Found someone else. She was nice, sweet, normal. She worked as a custom officer but she could spend hours and hours talking about all these topics that fascinated you.

She also was very predictable and normal.

Admittedly, your relationship hadn’t quite been defined. You suspected she was seeing other people, keeping her options open, and you weren’t sure how long you two were going to last but you were enjoying the time that you had together.

On top of that, you had a job at a bookstore that paid your rent. Sure, it wasn’t as flashy as it was back then but you liked being surrounded by all the books, some new and some falling apart. You spent a lot of pride restoring the latter in the back. You never had much of a chance to read before everything happened, your life was mostly spent trying to make sure everyone didn’t die.

Your abilities were healing based and that was more useful than you had initially thought when you first met them all. In fact, you thought you were awfully inadequate compared to people like Steve Rogers, Thor and Wanda Maximoff. But your time was kept filled to the brim.

Your only time to relax was your time with Wanda.

It had started off innocent enough. She used to stay with you after you finished up in the medic bay. She’d have dinner with you. Admittedly, you were pretty sure she didn’t have many other friends in the complex. Then it grew until she was fucking you every chance she could get. How else would either of you relax?

But that was a long time ago. You were done with that life. You weren’t the same person anymore. You ran and started a new life and not even the idea of Wanda could make you go back and maybe she was just that–an idea.

You were confident none of them would find you. Natasha couldn’t. You knew she had been trying to track you down like she had for Clint but no one came knocking on your door. So if they couldn’t, you were pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to find you either.

You’d just closed shop, the sunset streaming through the shutters covering the windows, and were taking stock. It had been a quiet day, but it was always quiet on a Tuesday so you had easily reached the predicted quota. The one downside was your boss, but he was only around once a week.

He was the kid of some millionaire who was trying to be hip and all that. So he opened some urban bookstore but he was too busy partying to actually stay on top of the business. Which is fine-you liked that arrangement. You’ll keep the shop running and he’ll never be up in your business. It worked without a bump in the road.

You were nearly done for the day, all you had to do after was–

The bell attached to the door trinkled. Someone had walked in. It was nearly half past, well past closing, so surely your boss would understand if you told whoever it is to leave. You were behind the shelves, you couldn’t see who had walked in. They weren’t making a lot of noise. Some people just had that soft touch, usually women.

Coming out to the front, your mouth already opening to ask them to leave, your words died in your throat.

Wanda.

Your eyes were frozen on her face, her eyes, those big doe eyes that always drew you in. She was smiling, an expression full of relief, and she was taking you in, grazing your body, before she moved forward to close the distance.

You stepped back.

Frozen with the air changing. Heavier, like you could feel the gravity pulling you down. Her light, happy, expression melted off and confusion replaced it.

“Wanda,” you said, wanting to cut her off, you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t listen to her. She’d want you to come back. Five years for you, a few days for her. “You shouldn’t be here.”

You may as well have slapped her.

“Shouldn’t be here?” Wanda repeated and you closed your eyes. For the first time in years, you heard her voice. That voice that whispered to you in your dreams. A voice you thought you could hear every time you were alone. “I think I’m exactly where I need to be.”

When you opened your eyes again, you jumped, she was right there. You didn’t even hear her footsteps. “Wan–” you began but then her lips were on yours, her tongue sliding into your open mouth and you grunted in shock. You didn’t kiss back but you didn’t push her off either. You froze. You let her tongue be pushed down your throat as her hands slid onto your cheeks.

Her thumbs beginning to rub small circles into your skin pushed you back into action, your hands going to hips to shove her off you hard enough that she stumbled back a few steps.

“Wanda, I can’t,” you hissed out. “It’s been five years. I…”

“Why aren’t you happy then?” Wanda asked, bewilderment splashed across her face and almost instantly did guilt wash through you. Like you were betraying her somehow. “I was gone for five years, and now I’m back. Why didn’t you come back? Surely, you didn’t move on that easily?”

With that, the guilt was gone.

“Easily?” You hissed out, your hands balling into fists, “don’t come into my shop and–”

You stopped. It was no use getting angry. Your sentences always fumbled into one elongated word that no one could ever understand. “You have no idea what the five years have been like,” you snapped and she tilted her head, just slightly, but enough that a cold chill went down your spine. “You shouldn’t have looked for me. I’m not interested in going back to the avengers. I moved on.”

With that, you turned on your heel to go behind the desk, tapping away at the register. Maybe if you ignored her, she’d get the hint and leave.

“So you developed an attitude?” Wanda remarked and slid her hands into the woollen cardigan that...you knitted her. You frowned when you made the connection. You spent hours labouring away at it. It wasn’t that good, the colours were awful, but she rarely took it off. “Seems we have to start at square one again.”

You frowned. You seem to be doing that a lot. You could already see the wrinkles beginning to form on your forehead. Why wasn’t she listening to you? “I’m seeing someone,” you blurted out as the cash register popped open loudly and Wanda’s face went blank as she registered what you just said. “A girl. She’s nice.”

You weren’t sure if you just signed this girl’s death certificate.

You kept eye contact with the Sokovian and even when her face morphed into a cold fury you hadn’t seen since the civil war. Her expression was tight and it almost looked like she was trying to hold herself back.

“I see.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered after a moment, “I...I know this can’t be easy for you either. I know it must seem like last week that...well. You know. I just...that life is over, for me at least. I hope you can understand.”

Wanda was silent. She was being too silent. She didn’t say anything, she stood there watching you, and you were too nervous to say anything else or make the next move. Maybe, hopefully, Wanda wouldn’t even say anything else, just walk out. Resent you for the rest of her life. It was better that way.

Instead she walked around the register and your heart dropped to your stomach.

“Wanda-”

“Shut up,” she hissed, her hand whipping up to grab your jaw. Your hands shot up to her wrists and she dragged you forward, closer to her face. “Do you really think I’d let you give up on us this easily? That I’d let you whore yourself out to some girl off the street?”

You didn’t say anything but your glare said enough.

“I trained you so well. I spent years breaking you in, years loving you, and you treat me like this? Like I’m just some common bitch you can throw onto the street?” Wanda’s tone didn’t match her words. Her tone was soft, almost a coo, sounding more disappointed than angry. You almost wished she was more angry than disappointed.

Her lips were on yours again and her hand moved to the back of your head, her teeth biting down into your lips and you groaned at the sharp pain, giving her entrance back into your mouth.

A hand went down between your legs, rubbing, and you instinctively opened your legs. Your body remembered her. Remembered her scent. Everything.

Wanda hummed in approval and soon you were being pushed onto the counter. She broke the kiss, pulling back to look down at you, her hands beginning to rub the inside of your thighs. “Just one night,” she whispered, her expression already having smoothed out, as if that kiss, your touch, was all she needed. “One night with me and if you still want me to leave by the end of the night...well, I’ll leave you alone. Forever. Even if you change your mind. Even if you come crawling back, begging.”

You doubted her. Something in the back of your mind didn’t believe her. On anything. You were pretty sure she wanted you to beg. Your hands were shaking and you gulped. Everything about this reminded you of when you were last happy. Like you were back in the avengers tower where nothing was going wrong.

Her lips were on yours again and her hands soon began to pull at your skirt, ripping them off you with ease, to find nothing but your bare cunt for anyone to see. You jerked up when her hand slammed against it, slapping it. Once, twice, three times, four. “You dirty little whore,” she whispered, “you let anyone and everyone see this, didn’t you?” She slid a finger into your folds and your bottom lip trembled.

“Wanda…” you whispered, feeling your own walls beginning to crumble. Maybe one night wasn’t so bad. One night. One indulgence.

“It’s mine tonight,” Wanda confirmed before suddenly her hands were on your waist and flipped you around and your stomach slapped onto the desk, taking away your breath, leaving you gasping. “You said I didn’t know what happened. In the past five years. You’re right, I don’t, but you’re going to tell me. Tell me everything I missed. If you leave anything out, and I know when you do sweetheart, I’ll stop. Understand me?”

“Yes,” you breathed out as you felt her mouth in between your legs, her tongue lapping at your clit and your back arched as you tried to push more of yourself into her. Soon, it started spilling out. What you did the first few months, how you struggled to get out of bed, how you travelled the world. Therapy. Everything. Her tongue didn’t stop, in fact the more you spilt, her tongue sped up, making you wetter and wetter by the second. “I couldn’t get you out of my head,” you mumbled by the end of it, “I found her. She was everything you weren’t. Mundane. Boring.”

Your stomach was tightening, that tempting release building and building, so expertly brought on by the way Wanda devoured you, the way she breathed onto your throbbing clit, the way her tongue teased your gaping entrance. When you stopped, she pulled away and you bit down onto your bottom lip to stop yourself from cursing.

“Such a good little whore for me,” Wanda purred, her hand falling in between your slit to rub your clit and the moan that left your mouth sacrificed any and all self respect that you might have been clinging onto. “This is where you belong isn’t it? Bent over for mummy. I treat you so well, don’t I?”

Two fingers dipped into your already gaping entrance pushing them in and out. “I think you deserve a little reward,” Wanda hummed out, “for being so honest with mummy.”

You didn’t have much long to prepare before you felt a strap push into your entrance and you gasped in a sharp breath, your eyes bulging and your body pressed forward. Wanda didn’t push into you completely, only pushed the tip in and out, focussing on the one area.

In truth, that was worse than if she shoved into you completely. You were forced to focus on that one area, not get that relief if she were to push in deeper, and it was as if she was grabbing at every inch of your mind, forcing you to feel nothing but that tip dipping in and out of your body.

“Tell me…” she whispered, her hands coming onto your waist to grip them, nails digging into your skin, “tell me where you belong, baby girl. Who you belong to. Look at you, five years without me and you still get so wet for me. I go in so easily. Don’t worry, baby, I’m not going to leave you again.”

“W-w-” you choked out and you took in a breath, trying to contain the moans slipping out of your mouth, “you said one–”

Her hand slammed down onto your bare ass and you jerked forward. Still, she didn’t go deeper, didn’t give you what you wanted. Still, you didn’t verbalise this. Your skin was stinging and your fingers reached up to hang onto the edge of the desk.

“Answer my question, don’t make me treat you like a common whore,” Wanda hissed, pulling out completely just to thrust back in, shoving more of the shaft inside of you, ripping your walls open, but then she pulled back to just the tip again.

Then the doorbell rang again and it was as if someone poured a bucket of ice cold water all over your body. Your vision was already blurring by this point but you could see her outline, the blonde hair, standing at the door.

Wanda slammed into you, bottoming out, and a scream shot out of your lips, whilst her hands were in your hair, pulling your head back until your neck was straining. She could see your face, see every expression you pulled as Wanda began to fuck you without restraint.

“If I were you,” Wanda’s voice broke through your moans and screams, icy cold and calm despite the way she was beginning to thrust inside of you, “I’d leave and never come back. If you knew what was good for you, you’d wipe my girl from everything. Phone, address, memories.”

You couldn’t hear what she said, you could hear her voice, but unlike Wanda, it was all a garbled mess. Even in this state, Wanda’s words were in absolute clarity. You watched her leave. The door clicked shut and you swore you could see red mist at the door, locking it.

Wanda bent over you, pressing down onto your back, lips pressing against your neck, sucking and nipping, her hips still pushing inside of you, pushing you closer and closer to an orgasm that was tightening at the base of your stomach.

Then her movements slowed until she was completely still, her strap still inside of you, your walls wrapped around it, clinging to it.

“Much better, just us,” Wanda whispered as she nipped at your earlobe and you moaned. “You take my cock so well, don’t you? No, I couldn’t dream of letting you go, not when you’re such a good girl for me. I’ll take you with me and I’ll give you the life you want. A normal life, where no one will ever hurt you. You can read all you want. Forget the world outside. Just us two, together.”

“Mummy,” you whispered and you could feel her body vibrate as she hummed in approval. “Mummy, please.”

“Tell me where you belong,” she whispered back as she began to move her hips again.

“With you, mummy, under you. I missed you so much,” you whispered, “I belong to you. I always have.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know you did,” Wanda whispered before she stretched up and her hands went to your elbows, pulling you up from the table before she began to rail you. Sharp thrusts, slamming into you again and again, and tears began to burn the back of your eyes as pleasure began to roll through you. “You're going to cum for me like a good girl. Then you’re going to lie on this table to wait as I go pack your bags. You live above this, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, mummy,” you choked out as your orgasm was already threatening to flow through you. You could feel your own juices dripping down your thighs and you knew that your boss would be walking in to find an absolute mess.

“And then we’ll leave. Together.”

“Together.”

It wasn’t long until you felt like you were choking on your breath, your stomach twisting and churning, your legs trembling, and it was Wanda keeping you up. Otherwise, you would have collapsed onto the table, even the ground.

Soon, you felt it. Felt that blissful euphoria that often put you to sleep wash over you in intense waves that made your toes curl. Wanda was laughing, quietly, as she felt you come undone around her strap. “That’s it, baby girl, let it all go. Good little whore.”

She slid out of you with a pop and you groaned, the disappearing sensation already sorely missed. “Mummy, please, I still need you…” you mumbled, your words drowsy and reality was folding inwards around you as you felt your body hit the table again.

“I’ll be back, in just a moment,” Wanda whispered into your ear before her warmth disappeared and you could hear her moving through the store and up the creaky stairwell. Then your eyes slid open and you took in a deep breath as you began to move. Pushed off the desk, your legs sore and shaky but stable, and you looked for the skirt, long discarded. You knew you only had a small amount of time before she realised or, god forbid, heard you. Pulling the skirt up you grabbed only your wallet, didn’t even dare grab your phone and risk being tracked. You can get a burner if need be. You knew it’d be difficult, if she found you here, then she’d be able to find you wherever you went but...maybe she’ll give up.

You didn’t go through the front door, not with the bell, but there was a small door leading out to the back. Your footsteps were silent as could be, and your heart was beating in your chest. One wrong step and she could hear you. You could hear the banging doors, even her humming, but she didn’t stop.

Soon, you were in the back alley, with nothing but overflowing bins and a motorbike there. Yours. The only thing you kept from Stark. Faster than anything you could buy in a store. You hated riding with a skirt, let alone with these shoes, but what choice did you have?

You only had so much time to run.

[artzee-bee]

Are you gonna kiss me goodnight? | Ethan Morgan x reader

Fandom: My babysitter’s a vampire

Request: “ please write another ethan morgan x reader, they’re so good!!”

Summary: Sarah had asked you to help her out and babysit Jane one evening, while she had plans. Everything went well until you and Ethan shared a little romantic moment. But how much could that change about your friendship really?

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

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You and Jane have always gotten along well, meaning that whenever Sarah couldn’t show up to babysit ( much like tonight), you would always take her place. On this particular friday, she had some sort of meeting with the vampire council, you didn’t ask her much. 

When you arrived at Ethan’s, Jane opened the door for you and immediately dragged you into the living room, where she was setting up a movie. She was so excited to tell you all about it and how long she’s waited to see it, except you couldn’t help but scan the room, in hopes of finding Ethan.

He was sitting at the kitchen table, scrolling through his phone, but as soon as your eyes landed on him, as if he knew you were watching, he raised his head. Your eyes met and he gave you a soft smile and a little wave of a hand. You giggled and gave him a tiny nod in return, before Jane dragged you on the couch to finally start the movie. 

It was actually pretty good and before you knew it, you were hooked. After about 20 minutes, Ethan joined you two on the couch to see what all the fuss was about. He sat next to you and would occasionally lean his head on your shoulder, to ask you a question, whisper sarcastic comments or point out plot holes he noticed. You didn’t mind him much, in fact he made you laugh a lot but not once did Jane have to tell him to zip it.

After the movie, you and Jane moved to the kitchen for some ice cream. You hooked your phone to a bluetooth speaker and played some music, which naturally resulted in both of you dancing and singing around the kitchen island. Ethan on the other hand, was just sitting down, laughing at your antics, that is until Jane accidently hit a glass of water on the counter. The glass tipped over, splashing water all over the floor and Jane’s pajama pants.

“Shoot!” She muttered

“It’s ok. Go change, I’ll help clean up” you offered, but Jane shook her head

“It’s fine, the mop is upstairs anyways. I’ll go change and bring it with me on my way back”

As soon as you heard Jane walking up the stairs, Ethan turned to you with a smile

“Typical Jane” you laughed

“Yeah, she’s a clumsy one” E tried to go back to eating his ice cream, but you had other ideas

“Come dance!” you tugged on his arm

“Absolutely not!” “Why not?” “Y/N, I don’t dance, you know that”

“It’s just us” right as you said that, one of your favorite songs came on shuffle. Ethan knew this and rolled his eyes at your excitement

“Come on! You have to now!'' Even though it was hard to believe, he gave in. Ethan slowly got off the chair and attempted to move his feet to the music. He was shy and unsure, perhaps even a little embarrassed and he looked adorable with his rosy cheeks.

You grabbed his arms and twirled him around. You wanted him to feel free. Free from embarrassment or worry. You didn’t care if he looked ridiculous dancing, so did you! You just wanted him to enjoy this moment at least half as much as you did.

The chorus came around and E began to let loose, which made you smile like an idiot. The little glimpse of joy in his eyes, his bouncy hair and his laugh felt like a job well done. You sang along to the song, jumping in circles and waving your arms to the music. Ethan looked at you in awe. 

You were always so care free, you didn’t give a damn about anyone else and you always did what you wanted and he saw that in you everyday, but right now, something was different. You were so happy and lost in your little dance, it was mesmerizing. He didn't understand how you did it, maybe he never will but even so, he will spend the rest of his life appreciating that in you.

The bridge of the song was significantly slower than the rest. All instruments died down, leaving just the soft voice of the lead singer and an acoustic guitar. You stopped in front of Ethan and grabbed both his hands, swinging them slowly from side to side to the melody. 

You were so caught up into your song, you didn’t realise how close you pulled him. You didn’t realise the blush that took over his cheeks as you sang to him. You only realised when he let go of your hands, only to move them to your waist, bringing you close. Your arms went around his neck, bringing him even closer. From here, you could hear him mutter the words to the song under his breath. 

“Come on, louder.” you encouraged him. 

Still a little unsure, Ethan’s eyes met yours and he began to sing with you. You slow danced around the kitchen table, softly singing to each other. As the bridge came to it’s inevitable end, and the song began to pick up it’s pace again, you couldn’t help but get lost in this boy’s eyes and the perfect moment you were sharing. Ethan slowly leaned forward and so did you. Your forehead rested against his, your lips just barely brushing against Ethan’s and you were overwhelmed by the need for more. You wanted to kiss him, to put an end to all the wondering and dreams about what it would be like, even for a moment, to taste his breath and be so close to him.

As if he read your mind, Ethan’s lips met yours. It was soft and unsure, like a lot of things he did. You kissed him back harder, wanting him to know just how long you’ve waited for this moment. How much you wanted him, needed him. You felt him smile into the kiss, before mirroring the love and passion you were showing him.

And then you heard footsteps on the stairs. Both you and E pulled away at the same time, pretending nothing had happened when Jane returned.

Immediately after, Ethan excused himself and went upstairs. You would have gone after him to talk, but Jane was already talking to you about something different, you didn’t know what. You still felt Ethan’s lips on yours and you couldn’t get yourself to snap out of whatever dream state that one kiss drowned you in. All you could do for now was pretend to listen, sure that you’ll snap out of it soon.

Except you didn’t. You could barely focus on what Jane talked to you about for the rest of the night, until her parents got home. The car pulled into the driveway and the girl ran up the stairs, so she won’t get caught staying up so late. Mr and mrs. Morgan made their way inside and thanked you for your help. They handed you your money and wished you good night

“I’ll just go say bye to Ethan, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course not dear, go ahead” mrs morgan replied

You knocked on his door 3 times before you heard him inviting you in. You cracked the door open and peaked inside. Ethan was sitting at his desk, probably working on some sort of school project. His attitude switched instantly when he saw it was you. His body tensed up and you could sense he felt awkward. “Come in!” he said, as he approached you. You enter the room and close the door behind you, wanting more privacy

“I-I was just about to head home…”

“Oh, um yeah. So mom and dad are here then?”

“Yeah, yeah, they are '' Ethan just nodded and as he did you realised how ridiculous the situation was. This was your best friend! Things have always been comfortable between you two, you could always be honest and upfront with him! You loved him and you weren’t going to let one kiss ruin your friendship! Even if he didn’t like you like that, you could stay friends, but you had to take a chance! A playful smirk made its way onto your face before you asked

“So are you gonna kiss me goodnight or should I just leave?”

E turned red when he heard you and he couldn’t contain his laughter but when his eyes met yours again, you were so serious. Like you actually wanted him to do it. God, he’d be such a fool to miss his opportunity!

So he did, in one swift move, he pulled you to his chest. His soft lips met yours again and you melted in his embrace. This time, there wasn’t a single drop of hesitation in his kiss.