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The Murder House | Masterlist & Intro ⏃

↳ this is inspired by an ask from the lovely @addictedtohobi

「parings」 : enha x fem!reader

「synopsis」 : it was Halloween season once again, and your brother begged you and your friends to go to this new hit escape room that just came into town; the only problem? you hated going to them almost as much as you hated waking up early in the morning. however, being the good friend and sister you were you went with them. you expected cheesy props, dumb riddles and questions, and a rigged room, so you couldn't get out even if you got the right answers. what you weren't expecting was being drugged and waking up in a room with a dead body and separated from all of your friends.

「genre」 : horror/thriller, gore, angst, psychological thriller, mystery

「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, heavy gore, blood, murder, mentions of suicide, cussing, death, manipulation, mentions of being drugged, toxic behavior, other specific warnings on individual parts.

𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆

「taglist」 : CLOSED

↳ a/n: I have decided to make this into a short series because I just know trying to write one long fic won't suffice, so I am making it into separate parts! I am super excited to see what you guys think so far and to hear all of your theories. don't forget to read the intro at the bottom!! I will be figuring out release dates for all of the parts at a later time, but they will all be subject to change depending on multiple factors! also, if you were on the taglist located on the wip post, then you are still on there, so don't worry! with that being said you will only be added to the taglist if you are 18+ and your age is visible on your page. if you don't meet either of those criteria, you will be ignored.

「start」 : May 8th, 2024 「end」 : TBD

「synopsis」 : after waking up trapped in a room with a dead body, you are saved by none other than heeseung, but you're still left with questions. why were you and your friends trapped there, and who is behind it all? though it would seem that you won't be getting your answers very easily and definitely not without a few losses. 「word count」 : est. 10k+ (current - 7.2k) 「warnings」 : blood, dead body, cussing, mentions of murder, mind games, drugging, mentions of mental health disorders (anxiety, panic attacks, etc...), will add more as I write... 「release date」 : may 20th

「synopsis」 : with everyone's lives on the line will luck be on your side? except it seems like whoever trapped you here doesn't plan on letting any of you leave that easy... suspicion is rising and trust is starting to falter, but can you save everyone and bust whoever put you and your friends through this hell? or will you have to watch all of your friends die? 「word count」 : ~ 「warnings」 : 「release date」 : TBD

「synopsis」 : 「word count」 : ~ 「warnings」 : 「release date」 : TBD

“Come on, y/n. We never get the chance to do this!” Riki whined as he draped his taller frame over your back, causing you to slouch forward. You let out an annoyed huff, letting your hands fall to your lap. Your phone slid from your fingers as you tilted your head to look back at your brother.

“Riki, how many times have I told you that I hate going to things like that?” You pushed back against him, causing the boy to fall dramatically back on the couch. Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your discarded phone off the ground, Riki watching you with a pout.

“You watch too many horror movies,” he grumbled, remembering all the nights you would watch horror movies only to have some new-found fear afterward, even if it was something completely unnecessary.

You dropped your phone once more before glaring up at your brother, “ya know, there is always some truth to them.”

“y/n, please. They are just movies. Complete fiction. Ghosts aren’t real.” Riki rolled his eyes, picking at the loose strings of the couch cushion.

“Even rumors stem from some kind of truth, Riki.” You huffed out, but it didn’t seem like your brother would stop pestering you until you finally gave in. So after hours of continuously asking and begging, you finally gave in to him, telling him that you would ask your friends only if he brought his own.

And he agreed.

When that dreadful night finally came, you were stuck in a car with all of your friends. The crisp October air was cold on your skin, but the heating in the vehicle that Jay had turned on was enough to leave you comfortable. Jake had some random playlist filling the speakers jamming out in the passenger seat while Jungwon, Sunghoon, and Heeseung were crammed into the far back of the SUV, all three on the brink of passing out from how long the drive was.

“I thought you said this place was in town, Riki.” You grumbled, flexing your jaw, trying to ease the discomfort from having it placed on your hand as you stared mindlessly out the car window. However, now that it was fully dark outside, there wasn’t much to look at, seeing that there were no streetlights.

“I mean, the address said it was in town; how was I supposed to know it was in the ass crack of it?” Riki sassed as he scrolled through his phone, looking at whatever was posted on social media.

“Language, dude.” Jay scolded the boy, his eyes staring at him through the rearview mirror.

“Korean, what else?”

Pursing your lips, you reached over and landed a smack on the back of his head, resulting in him letting out a groan as his head fell forward.

“What was that for?!” Riki exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head as he looked over at you with wide eyes.

“Don’t be such a smart ass.” You scolded him, and Riki grumbled before showing Sunoo something on his phone.

Shaking your head, you lean forward, resting your arms on the back of Jay’s seat, “How much longer do we have to go?”

Jay quickly glanced at you from the rearview mirror, much like he did Riki, before glancing down at the GPS on his dash.

"It's saying we have about ten or so minutes left until we get there." He told you before putting his eyes back on the road.

It was then that you started to notice just how desolate the surrounding area was. If this was such a hit attraction, why weren't any other cars around? Or any kind of sign of life. It was starting to give you the creeps. However, you just reminded yourself that you were doing this for your brother and that it was probably just your imagination playing tricks on you. So you just tried to relax, sitting back in your seat once more, eyes staring out at the blackness of the trees.

That feeling of unease only grew more once Jay pulled into the driveway, and you noticed that there wasn’t a single car in sight. You pulled your seatbelt off slowly, eyes searching everywhere, trying to find anything to settle this unnerving feeling that was twisting in your gut. As you opened the door, welcoming the chilling air outside, goosebumps littered your skin.

“Come on, y/n, get out. My legs are cramping!” Riki complained, pushing on your shoulder and urging you to leave the vehicle.

With a shaky sigh, you slowly let your foot fall to the ground, your knees feeling like jelly. Jay stepped out of the car, pocketing the keys before looking over at you. His eyebrows scrunched together, taking in the uneasy expression on your face.

“Hey, y/n, are you okay?” he asked, softly taking your arm and pulling you away from the open door so everyone else could pile out.

“Yeah, it’s just…” You trailed on as your eyes caught sight of the small sign that was hammered into the ground.

The Murder House

You could have sworn that you felt your heart stop. What kind of douchebag names their escape room that? As if the air around you wasn’t suffocating enough, seeing that only made it feel like you were fighting for your breath.

“Sunoo, you’re in the back on the way home.” Heeseung groans as he stretches out, his joints groaning in protest. Sunoo just gave the older male the side eye before moving to stand on the other side of Jake, who had just gotten out of the car.

“Riki, I thought you said this was a hit attraction.” You looked over at your brother, who was inspecting the area much like you were until his eyes landed on you. “Why is there no one here?”

“Calm your tits, sis. I’m sure we just came on a night that no one else wanted to?” He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, that just means we won’t get stuck with some randos.” Heeseung shrugged, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

"Come on, y'know, we didn't come all this way just to chicken out," Jungwon grumbled, tossing his hair with his fingers.

You curled your lips inward, knowing that they were right and that you were just thinking too much about the situation. Crossing your arms over your chest, you nodded your head in silent agreement. Jay wrapped his arm around your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze, ignoring the prying eyes that were on the two of you.

“Don’t let it get to you too much, okay? We’ll just get it over with, and if anything, we just let the timer go out.” He whispered softly in your ear, and the warmth of his breath eased your mind slightly.

“You’re right, I’m just overthinking.” You gave him a small smile before following after him and the others.

“God damn, Riki, why did we have to walk all the way up here?” Sunghoon huffed as all of you reached the steps of the porch.

You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing he was right because that was a pretty lengthy walk uphill. All of the guys nodded in agreement before Jake walked further up the step, trying to see if you were able to get in. He then noticed a welcome sign hanging from the door, with a small basket underneath holding a piece of paper.

“It looks like we got some instructions, boys and girls,” Jake exclaimed with a broad smile, turning with the paper held high.

You looked at him uneasily as he unfolded it with a flourish and started reading it out loud so everyone could hear.

‘You will have two hours to uncover the grand mystery and escape the murder house. You will find clues and puzzles, but be careful, for everything isn’t as it seems… Good luck!’

A shiver ran down your spine as he finished reading. You weren't sure whether it was the chilling breeze that swept through or the cryptic words of the note. However, you did know that it wasn't just your mind messing with you; there was something deeply wrong with this place.

“Hey guys, this seems really weird. Maybe we should just go.” You voiced your concern, earning yourself a collection of groans from the guys.

“Oh, come on, y/n. Stop being such a negative Nancy and have some fun for once in your life.” Jake rolled his eyes, his hands falling to his side.

Your jaw clenched shut, and a glare adorned your features before you leaned forward, snatching the paper out of his hands.

“You’re such an asshole, Jake.” The words tumbled out quietly as you reread the same message that Jake had just read aloud, trying to see if there was anything else that he had missed.

“Yeah, yeah.” The brunette rolled his eyes before going on to complain about how thirsty he was and how he was sure that they would have drinks for sale or something inside. Then, without another word, he opened the door despite the multiple protests from you and a few others.

“Jake, you can’t just walk in like you own the place!” You exclaim, hands slapping against your thighs as he disappears around the corner.

Letting out a huff, you step past the threshold, trying to shake off the eerie feeling that started to settle into your bones before going in the direction you saw Jake go, everyone trailing after you.

You walked into the foyer with a groan as you saw the older male chugging down a water bottle, some of it trickling down his chin before catching on his shirt. Your eyes then trail over to a tray that sat in the center of the table, six other bottles neatly placed inside.

“Jake, you can’t just take shit that’s not yours!” You scolded him, which only caused him to stop drinking, a gasp leaving his lips as he pulled the bottle away.

Riki then walked past you, looking down at the table and seeing some kind of note. Taking it, he held it up so everyone could see.

Free refreshments!

“The host probably just sat them out for people to take.” Riki shrugged, setting the paper back down on the table before grabbing a bottle for himself.

Your stomach turned as you watched him unscrew the cap, “we can’t just trust drinks that are given to us by some random strangers.”

Heeseung then moves past you, his arm brushing yours, before grabbing one of the bottles. He inspected it for a few seconds before meeting your gaze.

"It's still sealed; there's no way someone tampered with it," he explained before twisting the cap open and swallowing a few drinks.

“Weren’t you the one complaining about being thirsty in the car?” Riki raised an eyebrow at you, and you just rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, but-” “But what, just drink the water, it’s not like you’re gonna die.” Riki quipped, causing your jaw to tighten. You knew he was right; you had been complaining about not bringing an extra drink for the road, but you weren’t quite sure if you were thirsty enough to drink some random water given out by a stranger. However, the dry feeling in your throat was telling you otherwise, so with some hesitation, you took the bottle Jay was handing you before twisting the cap off and bringing it to your lips; the liquid instantly quenched your dying thirst.

After everyone got a much-needed drink, they all needed you all gathered around the coffee table. You, Heeseung, and Jay were on the long couch while Sunoo, Niki, and Jake cramped on the loveseat, leaving the armchair for Sunghoon, Jungwon perched on the armrest.

“So… when does this game start?” Sunoo asked, leaning forward so his arms rested on his knees. Looking around, you couldn’t help but notice that the room was neatly decorated and clean, yet there was no sign of anyone being there.

Heeseung then leaned forward to grab something sitting on the table, catching everyone’s attention. He flipped it around, trying to find any indication of what it was, but nothing was written on the outside, so he opened the flap and pulled out the papers inside.

“It’s more instructions,” he explains as he starts to read them aloud. It says that as soon as the… the… sorry, I just feel really lightheaded.” He mumbles, shaking his head while squeezing his eyes shut, trying to stabilize his vision.

"Hee man, are you good?" Jay asked, putting a hand on the older male's shoulder, and Heeseung just nodded.

“Yeah, I just…” Heeseung’s words slurred as he started to sway, his eyes drooping.

Panic started to set in your chest as you noticed that Heeseung looked like he was on the brink of passing out. Just then, Jungwon slumped to the side, falling right into Sunghoon’s lap, causing him to start calling out the boy’s name.

You quickly stood to your feet to check on him, but you fell back into your seat just as soon as you stood, your vision swimming. However, as you looked around, you noticed that all of the boys were either slumped over or on the brink of passing out.

Worry then etched itself into your bones when your hazy vision landed on your brother's motionless form. You opened your mouth to call out for him and tried to get your body to move, but it wouldn't respond, and no words left your lips. Then everything seemed to fade, and your body grew weaker and weaker until you fell to the side, your head resting against Jay's back before everything went black.

Your body shot up with a gasp, and your ears rang so loud you could have thought it was coming from some kind of speaker. However, as it started to die down to a dull shrill, you realized that it was just you.

Looking around, you felt a chill run down your spine. You couldn’t see a thing. The room was shrouded in darkness, with not a single light in sight. Panic then started to set in as the earlier events started to play in your head.

Where was your brother? Or your friends? What caused you all to black out?

So many questions started filling your brain, some overlapping others as you fumbled to get to your feet. You blinked multiple times, trying to fully stabilize your vision and to see in the darkness.

A scream escaped from your lips as you tripped over something, landing in some kind of liquid. Your heartbeat roared in your ears as you hurriedly tried to get to your feet, the ringing in your ears growing louder.

Scrambling to your feet, you reach out in front of you, trying to find the wall, and as soon as you do, you start searching for the light switch. With shaky hands, you felt around the wall until you felt the switch. Letting out a relieved sigh, you flipped it, allowing the room to flood with light.

You looked up with a smile before remembering that your hands were still covered in whatever you had fallen into. Your gaze then fell down to your hands, only for the smile to be wiped away and your eyes to go wide.

Blood. Your palms were covered in blood.

Your stomach turns the urge to throw up very strong; dread then fills your veins as you slowly turn around. A high-pitched scream leaves your lips as your eyes are set upon the body of a man, blood pooling all around him.

Fear clouded your brain as you quickly turned back around to open the door. Rushing over to the wooden door, you wrapped your hands around the knob, hoping that it would turn. But it didn’t.

The door was locked, and you were trapped.

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pinch me - jj maybank

summary: when you turn 17, your body begins to mirror anything that happens to your soulmate, but with so many marks and bruises, why is yours so hard to find?

word count: 2.9k

a/n: happy obx writing week! this is for day 1: au with jj! thank you to the lovely @surftrips for planning this event. this fic's a little different, but i am simply a sucker for a soulmate au. italics are jj's perspective. ♡

The flowers bloomed on your skin like a tattoo, delicate but dark. Large roses, orchids, lilies and daffodils tangled with leaves to form a winding pattern that started on your hand before appearing on your arm. You lifted your shirt to see them swirl on your ribs, near your stomach. It was mesmerizing to watch, beautiful, hypnotizing even, the sensation felt like a pleasant tingle beneath your skin that now danced on your cheek, around your eye. You lay down on your bed, closed your eyes, and willed the patterns to disappear by morning.

You knew when you turned 17 that this could happen, that your body would begin to mirror any impact on your soulmate’s skin, so you weren’t necessarily surprised. What did surprise you was the frequency with which the marks appeared, their breadth, their size. Your chest ached with the knowledge that whoever your heart was tethered to underwent physical pain on a regular basis.

You searched for your other half eagerly, knowing they wouldn’t be hard to find: a split lip, a black eye, bruised knuckles, but of course there was no one that looked like that on Figure 8. Your friends sought out their matches based on the occasional skinned knee, maybe a broken finger playing lacrosse; when they asked you about it, you lied and said you hadn’t felt anything yet, too heartbroken to share the truth and the fact that your person was nowhere to be found.

When your best friend Sarah Cameron found her match, you couldn’t help but be happy for her, even though she had found him on the wrong side of the island. She and John B began spending every day together; you were lucky if you could steal her away for an afternoon at the beach, and even then, she spent every moment gushing about him. Before long she was begging you to come hang out with him and his friends. You were undeniably skeptical, but by now your own flowered marks had stopped appearing and even though you knew that was a good thing for your other half, in a way you missed them, missed the connection, the reminder that someone out there was meant for you. You needed something to distract you, and John B and his friends proved to be the perfect distraction, especially JJ Maybank.

You and JJ fell into an immediate friendship that was unlike any you’d had before. Frankly, it shocked the other pogues – what could a marina rat and a kook princess possibly have in common? On the surface, the answer was nothing, but it’s like you just clicked right from the first day you met. You were always laughing at each other’s jokes, tears brimming your eyes, unable to catch your breath no matter how stupid they seemed to everyone else. You would finish each other’s sentences, you could read into each other’s emotions, able to understand one another when words fell short, ready with a hug or a smile when they needed it most. You had a casual intimacy, your head resting on his shoulder when you watched a movie, him always needing to have the seat next to you whether in the twinkie or in the back yard at the chateau, you permanently wearing at least one article of his clothing at any given time. You were having fun, your time with JJ distracting you from the loneliness you had felt before.

Everyone had become so obsessed with this soulmate thing - JJ didn’t think it was even real. He had never felt a thing, grateful at least that that meant his soulmate had a life very different from his own. But, why did people care so much? He had seen and heard John B go on and on about it, but all he wanted to do was ignore it, convinced that that kind of thing just wasn’t meant for someone like him.

He never knew if his parents had had it, and even if they did, what good had it done them? His mom left and his dad was gone now too, having finally taken off for the Yucatan months ago. Good riddance.

No, JJ preferred to focus on what he could control, to believe what was right in from of him, and for now that was Y/N. He wasn’t sure what a girl like that was doing hanging around with a pogue like him, but he wasn’t going to question it, grateful for every day he got to spend with her. He loved the way she made him feel, like he was always the center of her attention no matter what was going on around them - he’d never had that before, had never been someone’s first priority. He loved the way she would laugh uncontrollably with him, how big her smile got, how her nose would crinkle. He loved the way she curled into his arms when she had a bad day, seeking him out for comfort and reassurance; he loved knowing he could be that for somebody. He loved when she leaned on him when they watched movies, how sometimes her eyelids fluttered closed and she’d breath heavily against him, wrapping her arms around him in her sleepy state – that was his favorite.

The funny thing was, she didn’t seem to believe in this soulmate thing either, never chiming in when the inevitable conversation came up. And that made him feel like maybe he had a chance. He tried every day to muster the courage, to find the right words to say to ask her out, which is where his mind wandered while he spent the afternoon at work at the marina, pissed that he was missing a day on the boat with her.

The HMS Pogue bobbed gently to the rhythm of the waves as John B and Pope cast their rods into the water. You, Sarah and Kie were lying on the bow, soaking in the scorching rays of the sun as sweat dripped down your body.

“OK, I’m getting in the water, it’s too damn hot” Kie said resolutely, standing up.

“Yes please” you said, jumping up, pulling off your sunglasses and diving in, beating her to the punch.

The salt water cooled your skin immediately, bringing instant relief. You let out a sigh as your head breached the surface and you began to float on your back. It was only a moment before you felt something slimy and looked around you to see you had jumped right into a school of jellyfish. You tried to swim away, shrieking, before they began to sting you, their barbed tentacles attaching to your side as you tried to knock them away and scrambled back to the boat. You pulled yourself shakily out of the water, tenderly feeling the burns on your skin as tears overflowed in your eyes.

JJ was spraying down the latest kook yacht to pull into the marina, washing and rinsing mindlessly, his thoughts drifting to you and back again when he felt an itch on his side. He scratched it absentmindedly, attempting to ignore it when it persisted in a tingling feeling. He rubbed it harder before finally lifting his shirt to see a tattooed pattern of vines winding up his side. He shoved his shirt down and looked around, hoping nobody had seen. He dropped the hose in his hand and stumbled inside before he pulled his shirt off to inspect his skin more closely. He was mesmerized by the sensation and the pattern on his skin, his heart racing with excitement until he realized what this meant, his joy waning as his sympathy grew for this person he didn’t even know. He pressed his hand against the vines, like he could make them stop, but they persisted. He could hear his boss yelling for him, so he quickly pulled his shirt back on, his head spinning as he went back to work.

The rest of the afternoon and evening you walked around gingerly, icing your side, putting ointment on it, but nothing seemed to quell the burning sensation of the barbs in your skin. You pulled on one of JJ’s soft, oversized sweatshirts and a pair of shorts and joined your friends in John B’s backyard, trying to focus on anything else to forget the pain you were in.

Thankfully, JJ showed up right after his shift. You had missed him all day, wishing he had been out on the boat with you; he would have known just what to say, how to make you laugh, exactly how to make you feel better, and that’s all you wanted right now.

He settled into his chair beside you, but didn’t meet your gaze, didn’t acknowledge you at all; he looked a thousand miles away.

“Hey, you okay?” you asked, picking up on his demeanor immediately.

“Hmm?” he said, glancing at you quickly before looking away. In truth, he couldn’t stop thinking about the tingling on his side, which had started to fade, but that he could still feel. He looked back at you, examining you. You were perfectly fine. No one had hurt you, you weren’t in pain, and he was overwhelmingly grateful for that, but at the same time, selfishly, he knew that that meant that you weren’t his, weren’t the one for him and it crushed him.

He looked at you with sad eyes, his ocean blues scanning yours, opened his mouth like he wanted to say something before shutting it, shaking his head and ignoring you, choosing to focus on the beer in his hand instead.

You scrunched your face in response, hurt by his dismissal, especially after the day you'd had. You had been so sure he would make you feel better, that he would pull you into his arms and tell you everything was going to be okay, and now he wouldn’t even talk to you.

“Okay then” you said, standing up quickly, wanting to put some distance between you before your emotions got the best of you. “Anyone need another drink?” you asked as you made your way inside. John B shook his near-empty can in the air and you nodded, turning quickly so no one would see the tears in your eyes as you slammed the door behind you.

“What was that about?” John B said as he looked over at JJ.

JJ just shook his head and shrugged, trying to shake off your reaction, his feelings, and failing miserably.

“She seemed upset” Kie pushed, not used to seeing the two of you at odds with each other, ever. “You could at least try to be nice to her, Jayj, she had a shitty day.”

“Pfft understatement of the year” Pope agreed as he took a swig of his beer, “she put up a tough front but I’ve never seen stings that bad before, had to be the man-o-wars, she jumped right into them.”

JJ’s ears perked up. “What?” he asked, trying to catch up.

“She got stung, asshole, like fifteen times” Kie replied, gesturing to her side.

The same side where JJ’s skin still tingled.

JJ’s mouth ran dry and he could feel his heart start to hammer in his chest. It couldn’t be… could it?

He stood up, dropped his beer at his feet and ran after you.

“Y/N!!” he called as soon as he was inside, nearly tripping over the furniture on his way to reach you in the kitchen.

You were leaning with your back against the counter, your eyes meeting his as you wiped at your tears, not wanting him to know how upset he’d made you.

“You’re – Pope said – you – today –“ he stumbled over his words as he gestured outside and then to you.

You looked at him, utterly confused.

He shook his head, trying to clear it as he ran his hands through his hair, willing his heart to slow down just enough for him to get his words out.

“Today. You got stung. A-Are you okay?” he said through labored breath.

You shrugged, still angry with him. “I’m fine” you said.

“Nah, don’t do that, don’t play it off, Pope said it was bad, worst that he’s seen in a long time. C-Can I see?” he asked.

You didn’t know what good it would do at this point but you set your drink down and tenderly reached for the bottom of your sweatshirt, lifting it up to expose the angry red skin on your side, wincing slightly as your fingers grazed it.

JJ stepped closer to you, one hand on your stomach, the other on your hip, careful to avoid touching your wounds as he looked closely at it, then at you. He felt his breath hitch as his emotions overwhelmed him at the thought of this happening to you. You immediately registered the sympathy in his eyes and the fact that he seemed completely distraught, his own eyes nearly brimming with tears.

“Hey, I’m alright, it’s alright, J” you said, not fully grasping the look in his eyes.

He took his hands away, but didn’t step back from you as he lifted his own shirt. You could make out the faint remains of a twisted pattern of vines that ran up his side. Your hands flew to your mouth in shock.

“JJ…” you cautioned. Despite how much you desperately wanted this to be true, you both knew that this could be a coincidence, that that happened all the time. Your eyes met his and you could see the longing shining in them as they met yours, unwavering.

“Pinch me” he said, holding out his arm.

“What?” you asked.

“Pinch me, hard, do it,” he said again, pushing his arm closer to you.

Part of you wanted to know the truth, needed to know the truth, but a larger part of you was scared, horrified for this be a coincidence, and what that would mean for both of you. The idea that JJ might not be yours had your chin wobbling as you looked at him.

“Please, gorgeous, I need to know” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper.

You reached out tentatively and pinched the skin on his forearm hard enough to leave a pink mark where your fingers had squeezed. Within seconds you could feel the tingle on your own skin, your emotions bubbling up as you laughed and then cried, JJ grabbing you by the shoulders, desperately trying to read your emotions as you pulled up your sleeve to reveal the rose that had bloomed on your own arm, matching his own. He looked down as tears welled in his own eyes.

“D-Do it again” he said, now that he could see it, holding out his arm.

“JJ” you said through your tears, urging him to accept what was in front of him.

“Do it again” he said, and as you pinched him a daisy bloomed next to the rose, leaves tangling together. He watched the pattern, willing himself to accept that this was much more than a coincidence, to accept that he could have this, have you, that you were made for him.

He pulled you into his arms, burying his head in your shoulder as you shook, your arms circling him and hands grasping the back of his shirt like a lifeline, unwilling to let him go.

“My God, oh my God” he muttered next to you as he rocked you back and forth.

“W-wait” you said, pulling back reluctantly to look at him. His eyes were blown wide, totally focused on you.

“What is it, beautiful?” he asked and your heart skipped a beat at the nickname.

Your hand came up to cup his face. “Last year” you whispered, tracing your finger under his eye, across his cheek, running it over his lips, tracing all the places you seen flowers on your own skin. He hung his head, pressing his forehead to yours.

“My dad” he said simply in reply as he realized, reluctantly, that you now knew better than anyone what he had been through.

“I’m so sorry” you whispered.

“It’s okay. I’m okay now” he reassured you as his hands reached up to cup your face. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

You nodded as your eyes met his, your mind still reeling, trying to piece together what was in front of you: this boy, with his long hair, his tender eyes, his perfect smile, his infectious laugh, his warm hugs was it, was yours, forever. You smiled at him and he smiled at you as his mind pieced together the same thing.

“How did I get so lucky?” he asked and you laughed in response. “I wanted it to be you. From the moment I met you, I wanted this” he said. You nodded vigorously in agreement, your instant connection so many months ago making so much sense now.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly.

You nodded more vigorously as he brought your lips to his.

He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in you, but was reassured by the fact that he’d have eternity to do so as he pressed his lips softly to yours, savoring the feeling, and the way you pressed into him, opening up to him almost immediately, grasping his shirt and pulling him against you, against the counter as you hummed in response, your pain long forgotten as the pleasure of his body, his heart beating against your own took over. He ran his fingers into your hair as his tongue tangled with yours and he swore nothing in the world would ever compare to this.

taglist: @ietss, @gillybear17, @palmwinemami, @sweetestdesire, @softcoremaybank, @one-sweet-gubler, @m-indkiller

#jj maybank #jj maybank fanfiction #obx jj #obx jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #obxweek23 #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x you #jj maybank imagine #jj obx #outerbanks jj #jj outer banks #jj x reader #obx fanfiction

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httpknjoon · 3 months

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eagle-eyed | ksj

plot | That time Jin saw you arriving on set with someone else.

word count | 805

genres | fluff(?)

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

note | my first drabble about them in their pre-relationship era! this one's short but enjoy reading!

main masterlist | the a-listers: confidential masterlist

It was around the first week of your filming for your second movie together, Lonely People.

Jin was just having a small chat with one of the crew guys from the sound department when he noticed an unfamiliar car arriving at the set. It’s not like he knows every vehicle in the set but this one caught his eye. It’s one of Bentley’s latest releases. So, whoever it is in that car does have a thick pocket. But he could not tell who it was. The glasses were tinted very dark.

Additionally, it was a very early call time, before four in the morning to be exact. The skies were still in deep shade of blue. The scene he is about to shoot with you includes a beautiful sunrise, that’s why.

When the car stopped in one of the less crowded spaces, a bit distant from where was Jin standing. he was surprised to see you got off the passenger side of the car. You were wearing a loose white button-up shirt, tucked in your high-waist jeans. Your hair was tied in a messy bun, which is fine since you still have to go in the makeup chair before getting in front of the camera.

He watched your back leaning in inside the car once again, as if talking to the mystery driver, before closing the door. Even though it’s a little dim, Jin catches a small glimpse of the driver. With a medium-sized coffee in hand and a shoulder bag on the other, you walked in the direction of the parked trailer. Jin said goodbye to the crew member he was talking with before following behind you.

“Hey, bub.” he greeted you.

“Oh, hello, Jinnie. Good morning.” Turning around, you smiled before leaning in to give him a friendly cheek kiss.

He didn’t mean to be weird. But that short interaction gave him a small sniff of a strong scent in your hair. It was familiar and he could tell that it was men’s shampoo. He tried to shake off any thoughts bubbling in his mind. Instead, he asked,

“Where’s Hailey?”

“She’s coming. We came with different cars, a friend drove me here,” you replied while typing in your phone before sipping in your coffee.

Jin reiterated, “A friend?”

His strange tone made you turn around to look at him. You stared at his face like you were studying his expression. He simply grinned.

“Yes, Jinnie. A friend,” you repeated, squinting, before walking again.

Jin continues to follow behind you until you stop in front of your trailer. He spoke again, “Well, your friend looks like the popular Kim Taehyung.”

Kim Taehyung is another well-known name in the industry. He is one of Hollywood’s favorite heartthrobs. Other than his works, he is also popular in gossip magazines with his ever-changing dating rumors. He is often captured by paparazzi hanging out with various actresses and personalities. His rumors often paint him as a womanizer.

As if the name was something illegal, you immediately looked around before pulling Jin, by his shirt, inside your trailer. You locked the door and eyed him.

You sighed, “Okay, it’s him. We’ve been seeing each other for like weeks now.”

Jin never knew how hard it was not to slump his shoulder until now. He didn’t want to look like he was disappointed or jealous because he wasn’t. He wasn’t. He. Wasn’t.

“And I really like him. He seems very nice and sweet too. Plus, we are enjoying the company of each other. But it would really suck if the media gets their hands on us. So, I’m begging you, Kim Seokjin. Please, don’t tell anyone about this.”

Pleading, you looked at him.

And your eyes. Your eyes were doing those things on him. Again. Every time you look at him, he always sees those sparkles that he cannot see with anyone else. It does things in him that usually include a million butterflies playing around in his stomach.

Feeling something stuck in his throat, he cleared his throat. The anxiety is written all over your face and he can understand why. Dating is hard in Hollywood. Privacy doesn’t exist for everyone here. But if you manage to keep a relationship secret, it can be really nerve-wracking to maintain it. And you saying this to him meant that you truly trust him. So, Jin exhaled through his nose. He raised his hand and acted to zip his mouth before throwing the imaginary key away.

He spoke, “I saw nothing, bub. What are you saying?”

Your expression relaxed while the corner of your lips turned upward. You wrapped your arms around his waist,

“Thank you so much, Jin. I appreciate it. A lot.”

“No problem, bub.” Jin hugged you back as he whispered, hoping it would hide whatever he was feeling.

THE A-LISTERS: CONFIDENTIAL TAGLIST

@xiumo @joonsbvtch @firesighgirl @qualityjoonie @txtlyn @yoontaethings @zwiehe

PERMANENT TAGLIST

@dunixxd @cixrosie @jksjx @embrace-themagic @buttvi @starbtslove @missseoulite @vanntaesworld @kenqki @imajinthis @stopeatread @seolaquotes @greyrain23 @chimchimmarie @petalsofink @jayhope88 @moonchild1 @laylasbunbunny @nikkiordonez12 @misshale21

#jin x reader #jin fluff #bts jin #jin fic #jin au #seokjin x reader #seokjin fanfiction #seokjin fluff #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts series #the a listers ksj #the a listers: universe lol

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Miller's Girl

Chapter Two - Professor Miller

Professor!Joel Miller x Fem!College Student!Reader Very Loosely based off of the new movie, Miller's Girl, starring Jenna Ortega and Martin Freeman

Summary - Your landlord decides to raise the rent in your studio apartment the day you are fired from your job. In need of money, you sign up for a babysitting service your friend suggested. You didn’t expect to get an offer so quickly, and you also didn’t expect to come from your professor.

Series contains - cursing, mature language, teacher x student relationship, age gap, smut, fluff, angst, non beta read chapters and everything else I forgot to mention

Authors Note - Sorry for the late update. My mom took my computer away and I physically cannot write on my phone.

College, no outbreak, and modern AU

Joel had been looking for a new babysitter ever since the last one had left. She was an older lady who had lost her husband in the Vietnam War. Joel respected her until she quit unexpectedly the Saturday evening before Joel had a big dinner with the president of the university. He had to beg Tommy and Maria to watch Sarah for the night.

You were the first person that caught his eye on the website. Your experience was subpar and your bio was brief but it contained just enough detail to get him interested. When he scrolled to see what else you did outside of babysitting, his smile fell from his face. You were a student and not just any student. You were a student at the university he taught at. He didn’t want to risk his employment for a simple babysitter so he kept scrolling. Each profile after yours looked plain and simple, something he didn’t like. No one seemed qualified enough to take care of his beloved Sarah except you.

His email to you was like your bio, brief but it contained just enough detail. He signed his name at the bottom and prayed that his position didn’t scare you away. He needed you to agree to this. You were perfect for the job. You were young and could connect with Sarah more than the last babysitter did. Judging from your bio, you were also smart. You seemed like a great role model for Sarah.

Your response came an hour later. Joel chewed on his bottom lip in anticipation of what the email would say. He let out a sigh of relief when you agreed to become Sarah’s babysitter.

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One word that you would use to describe yourself would be unlucky. You were sure that whoever worked high up in the sky had it out for you.

Your counselor called you into his office early Saturday morning to discuss your future after college. You told him that you hoped to become an interior designer once you graduate. He then asked why you didn’t major in interior design instead of architecture. You then told him that he should have asked you this when you were a freshman. You could tell that your counselor wanted to roll his eyes but he kept his composure. He clicked and scrolled away on his computer while you sat there in silence.

“You’re ten credits under the required amount to graduate,” your counselor said.

“What?” The scream you let out contrasted the monotone voice your counselor spoke in.

Your counselor let out a breath through his nose. “Look, you can either graduate next year or you can take another required class for your major.”

“But I thought that I completed all the required classes for my major? It’s the middle of the first semester and I’m pretty sure all the classes are full.”

“There’s one class open with two seats left. I can put you in that class and you’ll start on Monday. You’ll have to catch up on work but i’m pretty sure you’ll be fine.” Your counselor looks you up and down and continues, “You don’t seem like the type to get out much.”

Your left eye twitched at the comment. It was true, but he had no right to say that. You could report him to his superiors but that would be too much paperwork.

“Who teaches the class?” you asked. You hoped that at least the teacher was nice. Maybe they would be a little bit nicer than the asshole in charge of your future at this school.

“Professor Miller.”

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Mondays were never Joel’s favorite time of the week. Sarah had soccer on Mondays and Fridays which meant that he had to get up extra early to pack her bags. The last time she packed her own bag, she forgot her ball and her cleats. When the babysitter starts everything will be a lot easier for him.

A new student has just been added to his roster. Never in his twenty-five years of teaching has a student been added to his class in the middle of the semester. Just another paper to read and another packet of homework to grade. This is exactly what he needed! It’s not like he didn’t have a twelve-year-old daughter to raise all by himself.

The campus is stunningly beautiful in the mornings. The sun shines on the trees and grass, illuminating the green blades and leaves. The school spends a lot of money on its campus. They pride themselves on having one of the prettiest campuses in all of Texas.

Joel’s lecture room isn’t too far from where he parked. It’s nice outside. The October breeze sweeps his hair back and he has to smooth it down with his hands. The brown messenger bag slung around his shoulders dangles and hits against his outer thigh as he walks. Contrary to popular belief, Joel isn’t mean or rude. He’s just a simple man who prefers to have a little privacy once in a while. He is also tough on his students because he wants them to succeed. Professors who are “easy” get on his nerves. They crave the respect of their students rather than earning it. Joel has worked too damn long and hard to care about what his students think about him.

His lecture room is cold. Not the usual sixty degrees he likes to keep it at, but more like a chilly forty degrees. He can see his breath flow out in front of him like a ghost. He knows that his students hate being in a cold classroom, but none of them are brave enough to tell him what to do.

Students start pouring in and sitting in their usual seats. They can immediately tell the temperature difference. They hug their arms closer and rock their bodies, trying to preserve warmth.

The small hand of the clock hovers over the number nine and Joel walks over to the door getting ready to lock it. Just as his hand hovers over the knob, the door is thrown open and Joel stumbles back.

You enter the classroom, eyes wide. You look around at the vast array of students already sitting down in their seats. They all look at you with a look of horror. You don’t understand why they are looking at you like that until you turn around.

Professor Miller is standing at his full height, his arms are crossed, and he looks like he’s about to explode with anger. Then, he sees your face and realizes who you are. He must have recognized you from the website because his shoulders relax and he nods his head to the sea of students, prompting you to sit down.

The only seat open is in the back of the room. You walk through the sea of students all looking at you. Some look at you with a look of sympathy while others look at you with disgust.

You make yourself as small as possible when you reach your seat. Once you reach inside your bag, you realize that you have forgotten your laptop on your bed. No wonder your bag felt lighter today than it usually does.

You pull a pen and paper out of your bag and begin scribbling as much information as you can. Your usual neat handwriting looks more like chicken scratch as you try and copy down information thrown at you by Professor Miller. It would have been a lot easier if he talked a little slower.

Two hours have flown by and students practically skip out of the class, happy to escape the cold. Thanks to your seat being in the back, you were one of the last people to get to the door. Before you can exit, Professor Miller stands in front of you, his arms crossed once again.

“This was strike number one,” he said. You gulped and opened your mouth to explain yourself, but he put his hand up. Your mouth closed shut and you nodded your head.

The rest of the day, you walked with your head held low. It wasn’t until you got back to your apartment that you finally felt better. Being home meant that there wouldn’t be anyone there to judge you or give you dirty looks.

You flopped onto your bed. Bill went up in the air and fell back down onto the bed. Bill could sense your distress, so he curled up next you and the two of you fell asleep.

#joel miller fic #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel tlou #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller

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sodos-mummy-dust · 24 days

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I'm begging and pleading you to follow up the lil idea of Swiss ordering that package for Phantom with all the spicy stuff 😭 (only if you're comfortable with it and want to of course!)

Awww, since you were so polite and asked so nicely, of course! This is just a quick snippet since I haven’t really been able to write in class, but this is pretty much what I have so far.

Warnings: 15+, some praise kink, humiliation kink, lingerie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), ghouls being horny as usual.

{Ghouls x Phantom}

As soon as he finished the purchase he quickly shut the open tabs and logged off of Phantoms laptop and put it back where it was so he wouldn’t notice anything. After Swiss left Phantom’s room he quickly went to his and rubbed one out so that he wouldn’t walk around with a raging boner.

He knew he was going to talk to the ghouls about this and make a plan, but how would he? He knew if he was going to find all of the ghouls (current era, including Aether) in one room it would most likely be the common room or the practice room.

So now he has two options, but also two problems, both rooms had their pros and cons. Option one the practice room, it was soundproof, but also there were a lot of places the new quintessence ghoul could hide, especially behind all of the instruments. So that was a maybe, but the common room? Well that was probably worse, especially since Phantoms room is basically right across the common room just barely down the hall. It’s close enough that he would be able to hear them, even if he was in his own room.

Then he got the perfect idea, the ghoulettes. It was pretty often that the girls would get together every week or so, and have a sleepover doing face masks, skin care, and watching movies, or even havining orgies with some siblings of sin. Better yet sometimes both of Rain and Phantom would join them, it was the perfect idea.

He decided, what better time to do it then now? So he wondered around a bit around the clergy but thankfully, he eventually he found them. All of the girls in the library, flirting and talking, so he went up to them with an offering. He got them some wine, snacks, and of course, some sweet treats and movies for them to watch. He told them to go ahead and invite Phantom, making up an excuse about him being so stressed since he was still kind of new and needed a night of relaxation.

It didn’t take much convincing for the girls to invite phantom with them. Not only he knew, but the girls knew that phantom would always be up to hang out with them and do some fun stuff and relax all night. While, of course, watching Tim Burton movies. He knew that once they closed the doors to whoever’s room they were going to be in, those doors wouldn’t open until morning, they never did.

Finally, it was time for the girls to have their sleepover, so he put his plan into action. He quickly went to the practice room to see if the ghouls were there, they weren’t. So then he went to the common room, bingo. Rain was laying down and snuggling with Sodo on the couch, Aether was sitting down on his comfortable chair relaxing as he watched the movie that Rain had picked out. Mountain was sitting on another couch and reading silently, trying to ignore the cheesy romance movie on the TV.

Noticing how calm everyone was he acted natural, even though he had a smirk on his face, and sat down beside Mountain. “Hey where have you been?” Aether asked Swiss as he noticed the multi ghoul walk in and take a seat. “I was busy.” Swiss replied with a smirk. “Doing what, banging another sister of sin?” Sodo asked as Rain and Mountain let out a small chuckle. Swiss smiled and spoke again, “No, I was only thinking and planning what I was going to do to the new guy. Since someone decided to show him online porn, and cause us another problem.” Swiss said with a cheeky smile as he stared at Sodo as Aether turned around and looked at Sodo as he began to lecture him.

Swiss chuckled and sat back to enjoy listening to Aether and Sodo go back and forth as he pulled his phone out to go to the link that he bought the special package on. Once he found the link he silently handed the phone to Mountain who gave him a confused look before grabbing the phone anyway.

Both Sodo and Aether went silent after hearing the low but deep and possessive growl come from the usually tame earth ghoul. They looked over and saw Swiss with his usual smirk and then they saw that Mountain was analyzing something on the multi ghouls phone and he had a ridiculously large and hard bulge in his pants. Swiss held out his hand, a silent ask of his phone from Mountain, which the earth ghoul granted after a few more moments of staring.

Once Swiss got his phone back he silently handed it to Aether who stared and also started to chub up in his pants. After a few minutes of staring, Aether handed the phone to Rain and Sodo. That’s when they saw the incredible outfit and the other helpful toys and gadgets that the bundle package came with. Rain blushed deeply and handed the phone back to Swiss, all while trying to hide their obvious boner. Even though all of them, excluding Swiss, had one as well.

Swiss chuckled softly and spoke once more. “This is what you caused, so I think we should make you fix it, Sodo. But I think we can all agree we are going to ravage him?” He asked out loud, and they all nodded. They each spoke up and put their ideas out there to brainstorm ideas and what exactly they were going to do to the poor and clueless quintessence ghoul. Little did they know, there was a certain ghoul listening, just not the one they were expecting.

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… Well this was an accident, he didn’t remember even placing the order. But here he was looking at it after a refreshing shower and a night with the girls, it was arriving soon, but how would it even get here? All he knows is that the package is going to someones mail, but who? After a few minutes of thinking he decides to just let it go and hope that papa won’t see it and get upset.

A few agonizing weeks had passed and he actually forgot about it, but the ghouls were being quite..handsy. He didn’t know what was going on. But don’t misunderstand, he enjoyed it, absolutely and thought maybe they were just trying to make up for the lack of such affection while they were on tour. He didn’t care as long as they were all happy, so here he was.

It was a little past sundown and the ghouls texted him to go to his room, they had a surprise for him, maybe? He walked in and saw…oh, this was a different..surprise

As soon as he walked into his room he saw all of the ghouls. Sodo was held down with his back against Mountains. Rain was deep throating Sodo, using his gills to breath so he could stay still and torture Sodo. Aether used his quintessence to bring him to and from the edge of pleasure, while Swiss teased him with his lewd mouth and skilled fingers. Not only that, but there was a box at the edge of the bed and oh… that’s what it was

Once Phantom stepped through that door all eyes were on him, he felt like he wasn’t supposed to be in the room. “Where do you think you’re going?” Swiss asked as he noticed Phantom trying to back out of the room. Swiss stood tall and took two strides to get to where Phantom was standing still, like a deer in headlights.

“Don’t you want to show us what’s in this box?” Swiss asked softly as he shut and locked the door, gently guiding Phantom from the doorway to bring him closer to the box at the edge of the bed. As Phantom got a closer look he saw the company name and he knew exactly what it was. He shakily reached out shaking from excitement, anxiety, and pure embarrassment at what he was about to show them. “That’s a good boy, open it up and show us what’s inside, like a good puppy.” Swiss said softly close to his ear as he gently kissed and nibbled on Phantoms neck.

Phantom nearly choked on his own saliva at Swiss’s words and the feeling of his lips and fangs on his sensitive skin. As he nervously opened the box, he couldn’t stop himself from glancing over at the whimpering Sodo, big mistake. Of course, Sodo was already looking at him with pleading eyes as he tried to buck his hips but Mountain’s grip on his hips prevented that from happening…

#ghost band #rain ghoul #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #sodo ghoul #phantom ghoul

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I was gone in the summer so I missed this milestone but: I've officially been in the steddie fandom a year (plus, uh, three months), and wow, what a fucking amazing year it's been

(i do want to shout out to my spouse for BEGGING me to watch this show for multiple years until i finally caved when they were away last summer, and to whoever made a steddie fanvid on tiktok, and the algorithm gods who went 'this bitch likes gay shit' and served it to me, causing my total descent into absolutely madness)

in that time (since august of 2022, and actually almost all between aug 2022-april 2023), I've:

written 16 (!!!) fics

totalling 307,294 words (holy fuck)

my three most popular fics are, by no small margin:

same as it ever was (which was only my 3rd ever steddie fic) (and which is currently being podficc'd by the amazing @n0connections!)

carve your name into my chest (my magnum opus, the steddie hockey fic, which I am still to this day absolutely blown away by the reception to. it's baby brother prequel, clean ice cold hearts can't lose, is much less popular but one of my absolute faves. can be read as a standalone, if you're into that!)

&, there'll be a riot cause i know you (proving that you're all really just here for the smut ;))

I've had other podfics made (thank you, @amanita-fierce, for the amazing pod of when they raise the landing gear (will your heart stay here)

I've gone absolutely crazy with a @thefreakandthehair prompt and accidentally wrote a hallmark movie fic that's the second longest thing I've ever done (make this inn our own), which the incredible @staymagical BOUND INTO A BOOK for me (the craziest and coolest thing that's ever happened in my fandom life, I'm not even gonna lie!) (and then my amazing beta blue bound carve into a book, but they don't have tumblr so they don't get a fun tag, but I also cried very hard about that as well)

I've gotten more fanart than I could even hope to tag, but special shoutout to @oriarts for being the first and for never failing to make me lose my mind over the way you make my fuzzy brain images come to life, and also for letting me brain spaghetti at them literally all the time, many of my fics would not exist without ori (psst if you make fanart PLEASE tag me so i can see it and cry!!!)

and I've made more friends than I ever expected, and have felt so loved and supported by this whole community. I've been part of fandom for the better part of two decades now (yikes) and have never felt so welcome, and appreciated, and I have to thank all of you for that.

I'm so excited to be back, and I'm sorry I don't have a pithy way to end this post. <3

ps. no promises, but hopefully there will be some new stuff coming down the pipeline in the next few months. hope to see you there!

#about the author #hex writes stuff #my stuff #kind of?#a retrospective #one year anniversary #plus three months #cause ya girl has adhd

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acceleracers-baby · 3 months

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Acceleracers HC’s! Horror Movie Reactions! Teku Edition!

Teku

(Nolo Pasaro, Vert Wheeler, Shirako Takamoto, Kurt Wylde, Karma Eiss)

+Bonus Round

(Brian Kadeem & Banjee Castillo)

Teku

Nolo Pasaro - Nolo likes to pretend he’s not scared. He’s slick about it too! He’ll sit there teasing whoever he’s watching the movie with, pointing out how scared they are before inevitably offering to let them cuddle up next to him so that he can “keep them safe.” Of course this is all a ploy to have someone to cling too when the scary parts pop up. 100% the type of guy to pull the whole “I wasn’t scared it just surprised me!” Line.

Vert Wheeler - Vert was one of those kids that ALWAYS begged to watch horror movies then when he was finally allowed to, it kept him up for days. That set the precedent. He literally hasn’t changed a bit. The group wants to watch Final Destination? He’s so down but he will scream at the jump scares and hide his head in a blanket when the suspense gets to be too much. Whoever he’s next to is about to get jumped all over too. Seriously, be prepared for Vert to grab on and not let go lmao.

Shirako Takamoto - LOVES horror movies, but like in the way where he wants to know all the behind the scenes stuff! Practical effects are his JAM! Frequents the Dead Meat Kill Counts on YouTube. Sometimes he will literally watch the Kill Counts BEFORE he sees the actual movie. The dude is so focused on the story and the way stuff is filmed that he’s barely even scarred. Occasionally he’ll jump if there’s a well timed jump scare, but most of the time he’s just glued to the screen.

Kurt Wylde - Kurt loves a good horror movie! He doesn’t really get super scared or anything so he’d be the perfect one to cuddle up next to. Really enjoys horror classics. Think the original THING or even the first SCREAM movie. He’ll watch newer stuff every once in a while, but only if it’s not a remake. He rarely ever enjoys remakes, but he has been pleasantly surprised by stuff like Cabin in the Woods and Ready or Not.

Karma Eiss - Like Shirako she LOVES horror movies! Unlike Shirako it’s more for the actual movie than for the behind the scenes stuff. That being said, she will listen to him point out random fact about whatever they’re watching. This woman is stone cold- she doesn’t flinch!!! Even so, she lives for the paranormal and psychological horrors. Her favorites are Hereditary and Midsommar. That being said, she also doesn’t mind stuff like the Saw series or Final Destination.

Bonus Round!

Brian Kadeem - Kadeem is the type to laugh like a manic while watching horror movies. Not because he finds them funny or anything- but because he’s laughing at everyone’s reactions. ESPECIALLY if it’s a group movie night and Vert is there. He’s the type to scare someone and then immediately apologize and pull them into a hug while cackling. Kadeem is a big fan of horrors with a comedy element. He was the one to recommend Cabin in the Woods & Ready or Not to Kurt.

Banjee Castillo - Shrieks and then immediately starts laughing when he gets scared. He loves watching horror movies but sorta like Vert, he will be jumpy as shit for the next few days. Loves to scare people during group watches- but then inevitably he ends up getting scared too. He’ll be like “guys I swear I just heard knocking!” And then someone will agree and he instantly starts backtracking and holding on to people like “WHAT REALLY?”

——— Thanks for Reading! ———

#acceleracers headcanons #acceleracers fanfic #hot wheels acceleracers #acceleracers #hot wheels hcs #hot wheels fanfic #hot wheels highway 35 #hot wheels #nolo pasaro #vert wheeler #shirako takamoto #kurt wylde #karma eiss #Brian Kadeem #banjee castillo

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gracebutnotgraceful · 2 years

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Ted Lasso ask:

Reader has had a terrible week and everything is going wrong for the reader and by the time Ted comes home on Friday night, reader is drunk.

And things ensue from then on ...

i didn’t really focus on the reader being drunk because that’s just not my vibe. that being said, i do hope you enjoy! thank you for reading and requesting! i could not for the life of me decide what to title this...that's what took the longest haha.

lose a day (or two) - ted lasso

pairing: ted lasso x gn!reader, established relationship

warnings: drinking for the wrong reasons!!! no good very bad days, overwhelmed reader, talks of burnout

word count: 1.2k

summary: the wine might not make you feel any better about your terrible week, but somehow ted knows exactly how to.

This just might have been the worst week of your life. No, this had definitely been the worst week of your life.

It all started when you dropped your laptop. You don’t even know how it happened. As an editor, that thing was your livelihood. You were usually so careful with it.

Of course you had to trip with it while it was open in your hands.

Of course it had to land that way, cracking the plastic holding the two pieces together and snapping your poor laptop in half.

“No, please, please please,” you cried, trying to hold the laptop together, pressing the power button and swiping on the trackpad in desperation. The screen stayed black.

You held your breath as you checked your warranty, begging to whoever it was that watched over you that it was still covered.

Of course it was not; the warranty had expired two months ago. You were lucky that you’d had enough in savings to go ahead and buy yourself another laptop.

To try and cheer yourself up a bit after ruining your laptop, you decided to put on your favorite outfit and go out for a tea the next day. Sure, it was another expense, but you felt like you deserved it. It was a little treat to make up for the fact that you were out of work and a decent chunk of money. It would at least help calm your nerves as you messaged the clients you were set to work with this week that you would be out of the office until your new computer came in.

Yeah, that worked out great.

Your favorite sweater had a hole in it. You settled for a different one and headed out, only to find that your little tea place was closed on Wednesdays. Frustrated, you just decided to go back home.

“I guess it works out fine,” you’d told yourself. “I should’ve just made tea at home anyways.”

Everything seemed fine for a moment. You thought your couple days of bad luck were just that: a couple days.

That is, until you started to get emails back from your clients. Frustrated emails. Emails about how your not working was holding them back from continuing their own work. You tried to reason with them, tried to let them know that it was temporary. Your new computer was supposed to be in by Friday, and you’d be back to work as normal by Monday. A few understood. A few others…not so much.

You weren’t usually one to be incredibly vocal or expressive with your feelings, but it probably would’ve made a week like this weigh on you a little less to even just have people around. Unfortunately, it was an incredibly important week for AFC Richmond which meant you had to cope pretty much by yourself. Ted had been leaving so early and coming home so late that it felt like you guys were practically on opposite schedules. In fact, you’d only seen Ted twice this week. You’d not seen any of the others at all.

And that’s how you ended up here: alone on the couch, one empty bottle of wine on the table and another glass curled into your hands. Somehow, you still hadn’t cried. It was like no matter how much you wanted to, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You just stared at the television. You’d put on a movie, but at this point it was already halfway over and you’d not paid enough attention to have any idea what was going on. You didn’t even register the click of the lock as Ted came in.

“Oh, you’re still up! Been so busy this week I thought I’d have to wait until tomorrow to finally be able to see ya!” He quickly slipped off his sneakers before making his way over to the couch. You looked up at him blankly.

“Hey,” you responded, barely a whisper.

He glanced down at the bottle on the table, at the glass in your hands, and then finally back up at you. You still hadn’t said anything. He crouched down, taking the glass from your hands and setting it next to the bottle. He put his hands on the tops of your thighs to steady himself.

“Everything okay, Billy Ray?” he asked, eyebrows knit in concern as he took in your appearance.

You knew it was meant to be lighthearted. It was just Ted being Ted, trying to gauge a situation and fix it to the best of his ability by being the funny guy. Somehow, though, that’s what broke you. Before you could even try and stop it, a tear leaked from the corner of your eye. Then, it was like they just wouldn’t stop.

You gulped hard, shaking your head and looking down so Ted couldn’t see you crying.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” His hand found your cheek, wiping away some of the tears. He raised up, sitting next to you on the couch and pulling you into him. “Let’s talk about it.”

You told Ted about your week. He knew you’d broken your laptop—that’s one of the few things you did get to tell him about this week—but he didn’t know about your clients. You felt stupid telling him about your sweater and your tea shop; they felt so insignificant in the grand scheme of things. He listened to every word though, patiently nodding along and rubbing your back as you slurred through your story.

“Well, clearly those clients never had an emergency of their own to deal with. There’s just nothing you can do to change their minds, and that’s okay. I’m sorry I haven’t been here for you.” You shook your head, giving him a small smile.

“You’ve been busy. You’re here now.” You kissed his cheek before trying to get up. You stumbled almost immediately, the floor swaying beneath you.

“Yeah, let me help you with that,” Ted chuckled. He snaked his arm around your waist, helping you balance.

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The next morning, you woke up to the smell of cinnamon. You rubbed your eyes, slowly sitting up. Oh yeah, the headache was strong.

“You’re up! I brought us breakfast.” Ted came into the bedroom, setting a tray on the bed before crawling back in next to you. It had a plate of cinnamon rolls, two glasses of water, and some ibuprofen.

“God, you’re the best” you responded, grabbing the water and the ibuprofen.

“I thought maybe we could chill inside today, maybe watch some movies. Then maybe tomorrow, you know, since it’s not Wednesday, we could go pick you up some tea and then hunt for a new sweater. How’s that sound?” He smiled.

“Oh, Ted, we don’t have to. You’ve had such a busy week. You deserve some rest, too.” You answered, grabbing one of the cinnamon rolls and taking a bite.

If this man’s kindness wasn’t enough of a reason to be in a relationship with him, his baked goods really seal the deal. How’d he learn to bake like this?

“Spending the whole day with you? That is rest to me!” He reached over you to grab a cinnamon roll for himself.

“I love you so much.” You looked up to find him already looking down at you.

“I love you more.” He wrapped his arm around you. “Let’s have a better day today, yeah?”

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso x you #ted lasso imagine #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso #grace writes!!!

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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For horror night, probably in the red, but how would the whole 141/Los Vaqueros react to the movie Tusk? Fair warning if you haven't seen it/seen clips it is SUPER fucked up

I watched the synopsis for this movie and I am begging for no more movies. No more movies are allowed to be made. That's it. Yeah no this is in the red. I'm gonna put it as Yellow because I'm not describing anything, oh my god, please do not look this movie. This is for Horror Night... And I am horrified

Soap: More just irritated because what motivates someone to make that

Ghost: Unfazed, laughed with Price because of how dumb it was

Rodolfo: Is not allowed to watch this movie, does not complain about it.

Alejandro: Somehow experienced all five stages of grief at once and will never be the same

Price: Laughs with Ghost about how dumb it is

Gaz: Also not allowed to watch it, reads the synopsis and decides that's just fine.

Graves: Refuses, calls it gore porn

Valeria: Experiencing the exact same feelings as Alejandro but mixed with the want to murder whoever made it

Farah: "Why would they put him in a zoo? SHOOT THE POOR BASTARD!"

Alex: Throws up. A lot.

Laswell: Also refuses to watch it and takes Roach, Graves, Rodolfo, and Gaz out. Makes fun of them when she gets back because WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?!

Roach: Not allowed to watch it, complains at first, but Laswell showed him the end result and he said "nevermind"

#bunnie's horror night #yellow #don't watch this movie #I say this as an avid fan of the saw series #Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Rodolfo Parra #Alejandro Vargas #John Price #Kyle Gaz Garrick #Phillip Graves #Valeria Garza #Farah Karim #Alex Keller #Kate Laswell #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare II #Call of Duty #Gary Roach Sanderson

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I've never read Captain America comics. What are the comic differences to the mcu ?

For Steve specifically honestly not too much it's Bucky who got parts of him shaved off. Steve is pretty solid. They did move Steve from being from the Lower East Side of Manhattan to Brooklyn. Idk why maybe to escape the fact that Steve was definitely a communist. Kidding... mostly But they did shy heavily away from Steve's immigrant parents/first generation American status which was kind of important to the character.

Main big difference is it's frowned upon to let children fight in wars so Bucky was no longer a 12 year old soldier but a real adult who grew up as Steve's bestie.

The way Bucky died was also different. So the 60s death for Bucky was Steve and Bucky in 1945 were trying to disarm a missile/rocket thing but couldn't so they bailed out. Steve dropped off but Bucky's arm got stuck and Steve had already let go and couldn't get up to help him again and it was a whole disaster of him seemingly watching Bucky explode.

Bucky also famously trained Red Room assassins and was in a relationship with Natasha. I know lots of fans were bummed about this not being adapted.

Steve finding the Winter Soldier and getting Bucky his memories back right before Civil War that's all correct. Falcon and Sharon being there too yep.

The entire Civil War arc in the comics was on the basis of well established anti mutant sentiments. They didn't have this in the mcu so it was off the wall. The sides were correct. Steve opposed it Tony was for it. But then they kind of gave Sharon's grief (Winter Soldier killed a friend of hers) to Tony in the mcu. Tony in the comics didn't know about Bucky till after Civil War. Another main thing the MCU changed is that Maria Hill isn't an insanely evil person

Yeah so here's the big kicker uh the end of Civil War. So in the comics Steve while fighting Tony was doing it in the streets and the people of New York famously bigoted against mutants were begging Steve to stop. Realizing fighting Tony like this wasn't helping save anyone Steve surrendered. However as he was being escorted away he was shot and killed by Crossbones on Red Skull's order. Steve fucking died. Tony and a few other older Avengers reburied Steve in the arctic which is insane IMO.

And Tony in the comics did receive a post Civil War package from Steve like in the movie. However the package was a picture of Steve and Bucky with Steve's final request to Tony being to save Bucky. Cause 616 Steve had figured he might die during the Civil War event. Bucky, Thor, and Wolverine had also at that point in the comics vowed to avenge Steve. Then Mr Fanstastic or whoever revived Steve idr

Also "Infinity War" happened in 1991-1993 before all of the shit I just listed above which actually was completely different. The arc the Infinity War + End Game movie was the first one called Infinity Gauntlet which took place in 1991 and Adam Warlock was kind of glaringly absent lmao. Hulk sort of took over the Silver Surfer's role though which was cool ! Nebula's entire role in that disaster (she was also a bad guy) was taken out. They didn't do the actual 1992 Infinity War arc but clearly liked the name more LOL. And Steve is fine still to this day so !

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dothwrites · 9 months

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'our father who aren't in heaven' is sure a buckleming episode! fifty thousand characters, at least ten subplots, and somehow, entertaining in spite of it.

i AM furious at dean "not knowing" the achilles heel reference. this is a man who canonically reads homer and who is interested in movies like clash of titans. this is a cheap "hurr hurr dean is stupid" joke made at his expense and i will NOT stand for this 'dean is stupid' slander

the scene where everyone is watching donnatello translate the tablet is so ridiculous that it is entertaining. (additionally how much is on that demon tablet? there's been about twenty different pieces of information on that tablet. how did they find room for it?)

"if you want to stay here then stay here" said to cas when cas' love language is the phrase "i could go with you". dean is still so BRUTAL here and it's still so painful.

at least in the fight with charlie's demonic angels, EVERYONE is getting their ass kicked. "are any of us winning" is a line that has no business being as funny as it is

ROWENA! MY LOVE! MY GREATEST LOVE! queen of hell is actually the perfect character arc for her. it is so fitting. we also love rowena as a relationship counselor. dean and cas both say "it's fine" like "i love him; talk to HIM". and rowena says "fix it" like it's the easiest thing in the world (and you know what? it could be!). it just kills me HOW MUCH attention was given in the divorce arc to dean and cas' relationship and how integral to the show it was. and then in the last bit of the show it is DROPPED! like a hot potato!

jake abel looked at misha and jensen and said "i do not NEED a coworker; i will have extraordinary chemistry with MYSELF" and then proceeded to do exactly that. but seeing jake abel on my spn screen again after ten years was DELIGHTFUL.

this conversation between dean and sam is why i do not UNDERSTAND this idea that "dean wouldn't want sam to be with someone who was in the life". dean is so openly supportive of sam's relationship with eileen, and he GENUINELY enjoys her company. why is there the idea that dean doesn't support their relationship????

castiel's eyes should ALWAYS flash blue! i also enjoyed the idea of cas being the one to pray to michael for a meeting. and then "i didn't come to beg" like! what a fucking POWER MOVE. my GOD! cas and michael share a lot of good moments in this episode, and it's fun to think about cas, who is this insignificant seraph, finally catching michael's attention.

cas baiting michael into snapping... the BALLS on this angel are unbelievable. but he knows it's the only way he's going to get close enough to michael to make him see the truth! he's so smart! "we didn't bond" whoever told cas that he wasn't funny is a DAMN LIAR. and dean is STILL second-guessing cas! he's still criticizing cas' choices and how he chooses to go about things. annoying!

love how things like getting in and out of purgatory become so ridiculously simple in the later seasons. cas and crowley spend an entire season trying to find purgatory and in s15, michael snaps his fingers and BAM! there it is.

"since when do we get what we deserve" i am WEAK. i know that rich said that the glance to cas wasn't necessarily intentional but it still FEELS intentional.

#doth watches spn

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1994sunflower · 2 years

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I'm thinking of the "People I would cheat on my boyfriend with" prank on Michael. When it first says no one then quickly changes to the next slide of one of the TV crushes that he hates not realizing they remind her of him.

i love those tiktoks where they prank their bfs. so this made me smile, hope you like this small blurb!

You were giggling maniacally when you all but skipped into his room. That should have been his first sign that you were up to no good. But all he did was eye you suspiciously with a smile so faint you wouldn’t even realize he was smiling if you hadn’t known him so well.

But when you tried to tug him down to sit down, that’s when his suspicions grew of just what you were up to in your pretty little head. But he gave in easily when you whined, “Just sit down.”

He sat down unceremoniously, the furrow in his expression either being confusion or exasperation at having to follow directions for once. Always the rebel. Whatever it was, he knew it was mischief by the coy smile on your face but he didn’t do anything to stop it, instead, he sported an indulgently amused expression.

“Okay.” You placed the laptop you were holding on the nightstand in front of him. “I made a presentation.”

Of course, you’d make a presentation in your free time, that was what his studious girlfriend would do for fun. But as he rolled his eyes and let out an amused chuckle, you started up the slideshow.

People I Would Cheat on my Boyfriend With.

You watched as Michael’s posture straighten as he read the screen and his eyes snapped to you filled with annoyance and warning. “Y/N…”

His tone was equally warning but you knew he wasn’t really mad. Mostly because he knew you’d never actually cheat on him but also because your laugh at his reaction already made it quite clear you were joking and somehow you found amusement in it. It didn’t mean he liked it or found it funny. Instead he was fuming in his seat glaring up at you. Not a smile in sight and definitely not patiently indulgent to your wishes like he usually was. He’d rather not even look at it anymore actually.

But really, despite all that, he hated even the thought of you with other men. Even the hypothetical reference made his blood run hot, his knuckles hurt as if they were begging to punch whoever would show up on the list. You were his. And he never intended to let you go for a list like this to matter. Maybe he hadn’t drilled it enough into you just how much you would never have, want, or need another man for a list like this to even exist.

He made a move to stand up. But you grabbed at his arms and forced him back down, though honestly he allowed himself to be sat back down.

Even he had to admit he enjoyed the cooing you did to him, the way your fingers ran through his hair as you giggled at the jealousy in his face. It was cute and it was exactly the reaction you had been wanting. “Wait. I haven’t even gone to the next slide yet.”

Then you hit the arrow button to the next slide.

No one. I love my boyfriend so much. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me and I would never want to hurt him or be with anyone else.

You glanced between him and the screen with an expectant smile. But even as he gave you a deadpanned stare back, before he could even say anything or sag his shoulders in relief to let go of his anger, you clicked the arrow button again.

And there was the collage you had spent an hour making. Characters like Jess Mariano, Bucky Barnes, Danny Zuko, Kylo Ren, John Bender filled your screen. All characters you have swooned over, crushes you have fostered for years. All of which he knew about and has grumbled and rolled his eyes at each time you mentioned them or watched their movies. Subtle comments like he looks like a loser, he’s wearing a fucking leather jacket y/n it’s a stupid cliché, he’s the biggest asshole in the movie y/n, he can’t even fight, the ‘bad boy’ really? (cue his eye roll). He hated them.

It all made his jealousy so cutely obvious. And a little hypocritical when a lot of his dissections were parts of himself that you have found in each of those characters. His temper, his daunting size, his (albeit hot) meanness, his aesthetic. Not that he knew. He had no idea the crushes in your heart for these fictional characters were just small embodiments of your love for him.

But your amusement turned into your stomach fluttering when he stood up. Your neck craned up as he did to keep looking at him. You giggled nervously but it seemed like even your big, doe-eyes couldn’t save you this time. With one hand, he squeezed your cheeks together and kept your face towards him.

“Yeah?” He asked down at you and you couldn’t help but let your hands roam his biceps and chest at the look in his darkening eyes. You loved when he got rough with you like this. “I think your little presentation should have ended on the slide before this one.”

You nodded at him and he continued. “That’s right. Because none of those annoying, cliché fuckers would make you feel as good as I do.” Or be as good for you as he was. He was better in every way — both of you knew it.

But it was cute how he was acting like they weren’t fictional. Like he wasn’t aware that no one would ever have a chance with you, not when you had him.

“Not that I’d ever give anyone the fucking chance.” He finally leaned down and kissed you hard and you sighed blissfully against his mouth, up on your tiptoes. “You’re mine.”

Your eyes were shiny when you looked up at him and he was reminded why he got so annoyed when you gave a similar look to the screen whenever those actors showed up on them. That look — you, your blushes, squeals, breath hitches, swooning, attention, thoughts that so often were aroused in you when you watched those shows and movies together — were just for him. It was why he preferred to turn off the tv completely — and sulk jealously next to you — than see you giving this them. Even fictional, those characters you were so fond of were unworthy. And he didn’t want to share.

“I was just kidding, Mikey.” You smiled and leaned up to peck his lips again.

But he wasn’t exactly satisfied yet. He didn’t like the thought of you cheating, even if it was a joke. “Tell me I’m better, delete the slide and I might decide not to punish you for your little stunt.”

You pouted, cheeks blowing up before wrapping your arms around him. “Of course I’d never cheat on you and I’d choose you over anyone, even them. You’re so much better, you’re perfect for me.”

He hummed in approval. But then he had you sitting on his lap and watched over your shoulder as you deleted the slide, rolling your eyes the entire time. But now, the one and only slide beside the title was the one declaring the answer as ‘no one’, just like he wanted to see. And despite it, you had a feeling that the punishment he had suggested was still going to happen. But you also had a feeling you wouldn’t mind it.

“I don’t even know what the fuck you see in these people, Y/N.” He said it like men like them, broody, mean, ‘bad’ would never attract you. As if he couldn’t see them as your type. Surely not the sweet, softspoken, innocent girl on his lap. Seemingly not thinking too much about himself, the lap of the man you were on. It was like he was blind to the irony — though frankly, he wouldn’t allow himself to see any man as your type, as attracting your attention other than himself. No matter how similar, not that he’d realize any similarities.

“You do realize I like them so much because of you right?”

You felt Michael pause in his satisfied smiling, pulling back slightly in surprise.

“What do you mean?” He asked and you nearly threw your hands up in exasperation. He was so oblivious.

#5sos #5sos imagines #5sos fluff #5sos smut #michael clifford #michael clifford imagines #michael clifford x reader #michael clifford fluff #michael clifford smut #bad boy michael #bad boy fluff #bad boy smut #college au #ask #questions

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separatist-apologist · 2 years

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You're So Gorgeous

I can't say anything to your face- because LOOK at your face

Summary: When Feyre breaks up with her boyfriend, there is only one person she wants to see- her best friend Morrigan

Note: NSFW, Morrigan x Feyre pairing

beat'd by @tired-potter

Read on AO3 HERE

He didn’t like how close they were.

Feyre had heard her boyfriend say it time and time again, those pine colored eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“What are you and Morrigan laughing about?”

“Why are you always hanging out at her place?”

“Is Rhysand there?”

Tamlin couldn’t fathom Mor being any sort of threat to him—it must be her handsome cousin that Feyre went over so often to see. Must be Rhysand that fascinated her. His laugh, his mouth, his smile. She knew what Tamlin thought, overlooking what was right in front of him.

He was too busy fucking the other girls on campus to realize Feyre wanted to be, too.

She knew it—he’d gotten drunk their sophomore year of college and asked her to invite Morrigan over.

“Make me happy,” he’d whispered, sliding his hand up her thigh. “Let me fuck you both.”

She’d swatted at his chest and pretended the thought didn’t fill her with jealousy. Feyre didn’t want to see Tamlin’s mouth on Mor’s perfect skin, didn’t want his cock in her mouth.

Mor belonged to her.

Even when Mor went over to see Helion or Cassian or whoever else she spent time with, Feyre thought Mor was hers. She wasn’t naive. She understood why she felt that way, why Tamlin, with his sunlit hair and his tanned skin was so easy to fantasize about when her eyes were only half open.

She could have gone on forever that way–had she not caught him.

The sight was less a breaking and more a release. Finally, her chest seemed to scream. I don’t have to pretend anymore. What scared Feyre, as she watched him pack his things, pleading and begging and yelling all in equal measure, was what her best friend would say when Feyre explained why she wasn’t really sad.

Mor came that night with wine.

“Fuck Tamlin,” she said by way of greeting. She looked immaculate, her long, blonde hair carefully curled. Full lips were painted the silkiest shade of red—a match for the tight dress she wore.

Feyre kept her eyes on Mor’s stunning face, trying so hard to pretend she wasn’t watching the way her breasts moved with each graceful step.

“Let’s drink and then let's go out dancing. Find you a new man.”

And Feyre, who’d carefully chosen the lacy underthings beneath her tiny, tight black shorts and equally form fitting tank top, began unbraiding her hair slowly.

“Let's stay in,” Feyre said instead, hoping Mor’s brown eyes were darkening with interest and not disappointment. Feyre couldn’t take another night watching her best friend sway on the dance floor while every man in the room stared, wishing and hoping and fantasizing.

Mor was hers.

Mor kicked off her heels, making them almost the same height. “You cooking?” she teased, eyeing Feyre’s now threadbare kitchen. Tamlin had been the chef and he’d taken all the dishes on his way out the door.

“Why don’t I order in? We can eat on the couch?” Feyre asked, hating how breathless she sounded. Mor bit her bottom lip.

“Sure. Your choice.”

Feyre smiled, wondering if she was misreading the tension that seemed to have settled like a thick haze around them. Reaching out a hand, she laced her fingers with Mor. They were always touching—this was nothing new. Mor came, lips parted, those mascara coated lashes fluttering with wonder.

“And a movie,” Feyre declared, plopping Mor onto the white fabric couch in the living room. While she ordered take out on her phone, Mor scrolled through the offerings on the television, picking one of their favorites before pulling one of the thick, dark blankets from the side of the sofa to drape over their laps.

“I’m sorry about Tam,” she murmured when Feyre tossed her phone to the glass coffee table–splattered with the residue of paint from months before. “Fuck him.”

“Never again,” Feyre said with a dreamy smile, scooting a little closer to her friend.

“You don’t seem sad,” Mor commented, resting her head on Feyre’s shoulder.

“It was a long time coming,” Feyre admitted, reaching for Mor’s hand again. They weren’t even looking at the movie, too engrossed in the way Ferye was holding Mor’s hand. Her fingertips pressed against Mor’s marveling in the softness of her skin. Each new touch made Feyre feel electric, brand new and older than the world itself.

It was natural, to rub her thumb over Mor’s palm, to map out each little line like she was reading her fate.

Am I in there?

“I never liked him,” she murmured, her breath catching in her throat. “He was…he was all wrong for you.”

“Yeah,” Feyre agreed, wondering if she should just tell Mor what made Tamlin wrong was more than just his personality.

He wasn’t you. No one is. I want you.

“There will be someone else. Some other…guy…” Mor continued, swallowing so hard Feyre could hear it. She dared to look up, stunned to find Mor’s face so close she could just kiss. It was impulsive.

Dangerous.

Feyre did anyway, deciding if Mor rebuffed her at least she’d been honest. Mor’s mouth was soft and tasted sweet like sugar, like whatever perfume she was wearing, like the flavored lipstick on her mouth. For one moment, neither of them moved, lips pressed to lips.

And then Feyre pulled back, looking closely at her friend just to see.

Mor exhaled softly. “I…Feyre, I…”

“Should I be sorry? Or should I kiss you again?” Feyre asked her, still holding Mor’s hand.

“You should kiss me again,” Mor replied, her voice the softest whisper.

Feyre didn’t need to be asked twice. She’d been dreaming of this moment for years—since she’d first met Mor, drawn to her like everyone else. Now Feyre was practically climbing in her lap, hands on Mor’s face, fingers raking through her satin hair. It was better than every dream, every late night imagination. Nothing and no one compared to the woman beneath her snaking her arms around Feyre’s neck. Feyre was electric and alive, heat frazzling through her veins until every new touch made her practically squirm with desire.

It was Feyre, greedy and so sure the moment would end with a pointed laugh, with Mor rejecting her outright, who deepened the kiss.

And it was Mor who moaned when their tongues met, who gripped Feyre so tight that Feyre could straddle Mor’s lap and rub herself against Mor’s body. Mor rolled her hips, sliding her hands down Feyre’s sides. Skimming—not touching, though Feyre wished she would. Feyre had made this first move and decided that if all Mor wanted was to kiss on the couch, Feyre could live with that.

Mor was the one who palmed Feyre’s breast through her tank top. It was so careful, not some clumsy plucking and groping but a sensual touch, rubbing the sensitive flesh the way Mor suspected she liked it. Feyre moaned softly, arching her neck without even meaning to.

Mor took the opportunity, eyes opening, fingers pulling Feyre’s shirt up over her head.

“You don’t need this,” Mor whispered, noting the black lace covering Ferye’s upper body. “Take it off.”

Feyre had never removed a piece of clothing quicker. Mor stared for a moment, her hair tumbling around her flushed face. “Wow, Ferye.”

Feyre stood, nervous and excited all at once. She wanted more than just the touching after a lifetime of waiting. Feyre held out her hand and Mor took it, rising from the sofa so Feyre could lead her down the hall. All Feyre could hear was the sound of her heart pounding, her slick palms betraying her attempt at confidence.

What was she doing? She didn’t know where to even start with someone as beautiful and wonderful as Mor. Feyre almost backed out, right up until Mor closed her bedroom door quietly, bathed in the warm light of the lamp pushed in the corner of the room. She reached for the zipper of her dress and tugged. It wasn’t the first time Feyre had seen Mor naked, but somehow it was.

Her smooth, tanned skin emptied out all other thoughts Feyre had. She couldn’t stop and she couldn’t move, not when Mor also took off her pretty bra, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Toned legs drew Mor closer, until their bodies were a mere whisper apart.

Mor carded her fingers through Feyre’s hair gently. “You are so beautiful,” Mor whispered, pressing a feather soft kiss to Feyres mouth. Feyre exhaled softly, reaching for Mor’s equally lovely face. No one had ever been this way with her—it had always been rough hands and claiming kisses. Consuming to own, to possess. This was different. Softer.

“I’ve never…” Feyre admitted as Mor gently pushed her back to the bed. Mor nodded, crawling up just behind her.

“There’s no rush,” Mor reassured her. “But you can’t do anything wrong.”

And before Feyre could say a word in protest—not that she meant to—Mor kissed her again. Feyre laid against the bed, still in her leggings. Mor meant it when she said there was no rush. Feyre waited, kissing softly, for Mor’s hands to yank down her pants so she could crawl over her. It wasn’t the usual mad dash to finish. It was exploration and once Feyre realized that this was about more than just coming, she relaxed. She focused on her senses, tasting the sweetness clinging to Mor’s tongue as it stroked her own, and the feel of her breasts rubbing against Feyre’s chest.

She wanted to touch them like Mor had. She reached out, gripping softly and was rewarded with a breathy moan. Everything about Mor was soft and smooth, well cared for in a way Feyre wasn’t used to. They were silk on silk, rubbing as they kissed with no hurry at all.

Mor’s fingers slipped to Feyre’s leggings. “Can I?” she whispered as Ferye thought no one had ever asked. Better to ask forgiveness than permission, and yet there was something erotic about knowing what was coming next. Of knowing that someone was planning how they wanted to touch her, maybe even to taste her and getting a say in when and how that happened.

“Yes,” Feyre panted, arching her hips off the blanket so Mor could help pull them down. They removed all of it—panties and all, until Feyre was laid bare before Mor’s hungry brown eyes. Mor didn’t linger, though she settled between Feyre’s parted thighs so she could press her body against Feyre’s. Feyre gasped, tangling her fingers back in Mor’s hair, passion and need rising in her throat. Every little brush of Mors body against her own was a wildfire. Feyre couldn’t stop touching—Mor’s silky hair, her smooth back, the swell of her ass. She needed to map out Mor’s body with her fingertips first, though she wanted to trace each soft curve with her tongue next.

So did Mor, it seemed. She nipped soft, hot kisses down Feyre’s jaw, her ear, her collarbone. And when Mor dragged her tongue over one of Feyre’s aching nipples, Feyre’s whole body came off the bed. Mor didn’t care, letting Feyre grind herself against her leg instead of pushing her back down.

Feyre gathered up Mor’s pretty blonde curls with her fingers, holding them off Mor’s face as she sucked and licked at her pebbled breasts. Feyre had to remind herself to breathe, gulping down air she immediately expelled when Mor continued her descent.

“Tell me to stop,” Mor breathed, pushing Feyre’s legs further apart. “If I do something you don’t like.”

Feyre’s brain had stopped entirely. All she knew was Mor between her thighs, her finger slowly exploring the wet expanse of Feyre’s aching, tender flesh. Feyre had expected her to lower her mouth—or maybe she’d hoped, at any rate—but Mor was content merely to watch and touch, drawing forth Feyre’s undeniable arousal. Mor kissed the insides of Feyre’s legs, moving slowly upwards towards the thatch of trimmed curls just above her pussy.

Mor was utterly waxed head to toe. Feyre felt mildly self conscious when Mor dragged her nose through it. Did she hate it? Tamlin always had.

“You’re so pretty,” Mor whispered into the hair, kissing there, too. “I like this.”

Maybe Mor had guessed Feyre’s insecurities. Maybe she genuinely did like her body hair. Whatever the case, the last vestiges of her fear slithered into nothing, leaving Feyre floating weightless beneath Mors approval.

Mor took a steadying breath. Was she nervous, too? Feyre almost asked, but then her face was against Feyre, tongue licking and Feyre moaned, the only form of language left to her. Mor exhaled again, her warm breath fanning against Feyre’s overheated pussy. Feyre felt overstimulated already, keyed up and excited. Every fantasy she’d ever had of this exact scenario paled in comparison to the real thing. Every touch was soft and precise, the benefit of knowing what women liked because Mor was a woman.

Or maybe it was because Mor actually liked women. Not what women could do for her or how a woman might make her feel, but genuinely enjoyed and appreciated women. Feyre swore she could feel the difference in how Mor licked at her. Not hurried, trying to get it over with so it could be her turn, but because she enjoyed the act.

Enjoyed letting Feyre feel pleasure and be the cause of it. Feyre, who had always kept her eyes closed during sexual acts, couldn’t stop staring at Mor, who, in turn, was watching her, too. She wanted to swap places, wanted to be the person making Mor feel this good. Wanted to taste her best friend, to know what it was like to feel her come on her tongue.

Mor’s finger rimmed around her opening, offering the lightest pressure without penetrating. Her tongue stayed firmly on her clit, slowly increasing the speed until Feyre was panting and tugging at Mor’s hair, needy and desperate. She was so close, was practically flying off that edge into nothing.

“Oh God, Mor—” Feyre choked out her release, arching so hard her toes curled and white hot spots bloomed in her vision. Every muscle in her body was taut and she felt nothing, was nothing but the pleasure rolling through her.

Feyre sat up the very first moment she was able, reaching for Mor to put her in her lap, their legs tangled, bodies rocking together and Feyre kissed Mor hungrily. She could taste her own arousal on Mor’s mouth, her tongue chasing after it greedily.

Feyre slid her hand between their bodies, delighted to feel Mor was practically dripping wet.

“You don’t have–”

“Please?” Was all Feyre could think to say. She wanted to reciprocate like she’d never wanted in her life. Mor kissed her again and again, each kiss sliding one to the other until Feyre was dizzy and needy again. Feyre forced herself to focus, repositioning them so it was Mor back against the pillows and Feyre straddling her body.

Feyre could still feel the remnants of that orgasm throbbing through her, prompting her to rub against Mor even as she mimicked everything Mor had done. Feyer was clumsier, too nervous to be half as sensual as Mor had been. Still, Mor whined when Feyre reached for a nipple, rolling it between her fingers until it was stiff and rosy red. The same color as Mor’s lipstick stained mouth.

Feyre experimented, grazing her teeth just a little. Mor had told her about this–she remembered a giggling conversation about it. Mor moaned, eyes rolling upwards in her skull as her body undulated against Feyre’s. It was enough to keep Feyre going, to suck and nip and lick until Mor was practically panting, her tanned skin flushed the prettiest shade of pink.

Every inch of Mor was a dream—smooth, lush curves were soft beneath Feyre’s wandering hands. She marveled as she slid lower and lower, suddenly eye level with Mor’s glistening, pink pussy.

Fuck she was beautiful.

Feyre stared a beat too long before she couldn’t stop herself from spreading Mor open wider, parting to truly look.

“Tell me if I do it wrong,” Feyre whispered.

“You can’t do anything wrong,” came Mor’s trembling reply. That was the confidence Feyre needed to lower her mouth and take that first taste.

It was nothing like she’d imagined and better than she’d ever expected. Her whole body lit up at the musky sweetness of Mor’s body and the way Mor’s thighs trembled around Feyre’s head. Feyre enthusiastically swiped again, licking only for herself in that first moment. Just to know, to become accustomed to the wet, slick, soft feel of Mor’s pussy and how it made her own body feel.

Her arousal sharpened when Mor dragged her long nails over Feyre’s scalp, holding her hair while watching with intensely dark eyes. Feyre focused, thinking of what Mor had done for her. She swirled her tongue over the trembling nub of flesh and was rewarded with a breathy, “Oh God, don’t stop.”As if Feyre could. She replicated what Mor had done with her finger, pushing just against the opening of her pussy and circling, her tongue steady and hot. Mor writhed against her face, coating her in the slick release building in her body. And when Mor came with a breathy cry, Feyre felt it reverberate in her chest.

It was Mor who reached for her this time, dragging her up to lay on her side so they could press their bodies against the other and kiss. Feyre tangled her arms around Mors neck while Mor caressed her face, their combined release erotic in Feyre’s mouth.

“That was…” Feyre didn’t have words for it.

“A long time coming?” Mor suggested, still touching with a tenderness hadn’t known she’d been missing.

“Everything,” Feyre added, holding Mor close. “I wish I’d known sooner.”

“You know now,” was Mor’s sweet reply. She pressed a kiss to Feyre’s throat and slid a bare leg between Feyre’s.

She didn’t know how long they laid like that. Touching and kissing.

All Feyre knew was she never wanted it to stop.

#jesus christ if you dont like wlw pairings just do not read this #thats my literal only warning about it #not canon compliant #feyre x mor #i trust the right people to find this #but given how homophobic people were over gwynlain i wont be tagging it #im v proud of this

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MINIFIC: Oct. 23: Day 13: Skeleghost (MLB, Lukanette, DLM AU)

“Mini” isn’t so much a word limit as it is something you feel with your heart. 1k is totally “mini” when some of these oneshots I throw at y’all are 10k, right? 😂

For @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers October Minific Challenge 2023.

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To Feel Alive Again: Ch13: Skeleghost

Luka looked up from his guitar at the knock on the door, his eyebrows lifting. He wasn’t expecting anyone. He had been perfectly content to ignore the rest of the world for the evening, actually. Just…him and his music.

Moping, a dry voice that sounded suspiciously like his sister drawled in his mind. He told it to fuck off, because he was definitely not moping.

Whoever was outside knocked again, and he sighed as he put his guitar down.

“All right, all right!” he called, scrubbing his hands along his face as he walked over. “I’m coming!”

Marinette was on the other side when he opened the door, a large tote bag on her arm and bundled in her sweater. He had to smile at that: he was pretty sure she hadn’t taken it off since he’d left it for her. She’d been wearing it every time he’d seen her since, at least. He had to assume that meant she liked it.

“Sorry,” she said, biting down on her lip in that nervous way she had. “I hope I’m not bothering you?”

You could never bother me, he wanted to say.

“I wasn’t doing anything, no,” he said instead. “What’s up?"

“Today sucked,” she said, and he had to agree with her. He’d been distracted all day, ever since Mendeleiev had hauled her and Fred away from breakfast. Not…not worrying, not really. Just…worrying. She pursed her lips and bobbed her head back and forth. “Actually, this whole week has sucked. And I really don’t want to be alone tonight. So…I was hoping…maybe we could not be alone together? I brought movies.”

She held up her tote, watching him from beneath her lashes with a look that made him a little lightheaded. He tried not to focus too closely on her words when she looked at him like that – on how not being alone together sounded, what I don’t want to be alone tonight would mean if it was anyone other than Marinette at his door, because Marinette would never mean it like that anyway. Because it’s not what she meant, he knew, and even if it was…it wasn’t what either of them needed. What either of them were looking for.

She wasn’t Théo, looking for some meaningless physical connection.

He’d never been good at meaningless, anyway.

She needed a friend.

…but he wasn’t sure he knew how to be a friend anymore, either.

“Fred working again?” he asked, peering into the bag. Her pink blanket was tucked inside, along with bags of microwave popcorn and at least ten DVD cases. He thought he even saw a deck of playing cards.

“No, he’s home,” she said. She looked at the bag, her teeth worrying her lip again. “I just…I think a movie night with you would be more fun than a movie night with him?” His eyebrow lifted higher, and she rolled her eyes. “You’re going to make me beg, aren’t you? Here I was, thinking we were making progress – thinking you actually did want to be friends – and you’re just gonna keep being a butthead.”

His lips quirked with a smile.

“…you can call me an asshole, you know,” he said, stepping out of the way and gesturing for her to come inside. “Most of my friends do.”

“Well, that shows what they know,” she sniffed, walking past him. She paused by his side, peeking up at him with those blue, blue eyes of hers twinkling up at him with a knowing little look. “I don’t think you’re an asshole, Luka. I think…you’re a grumpy puppy. I think the world hasn’t been very kind to you, and I think it’s made you hard. I don’t think you were meant to be hard, though.” She winked at him. “Softie.”

“Marinette…” he started, but the words caught in his throat and he looked away. She didn’t know him. She was…she was wrong. He wasn’t soft. Not…not anymore, though he supposed that was kind of her point. He shoved a hand through his hair, scratching to dispel some of the anxious energy running through him. “So. Movie night. What did you bring?”

“I hope you like horror,” she said, turning and walking over to the couch. Her eyes widened when she saw the guitar. “You play?”

“God, I hate horror,” he laughed, closing the door and following her. He shoved his hands in his pockets and grinned at her. “You don’t get enough gruesome shit at work?”

“Luka,” she said, nudging his arm and gesturing to the guitar. He paused when he remembered he’d been attempting to play when she’d knocked. “I didn’t know you played.”

“…I…” he tried, but the don’t got stuck in his throat, too. He didn’t, not really. Not anymore. But music had always been so deeply ingrained from the moment he’d held his first guitar. It was in his blood. Was it really fair to say he didn’t when lately it had been more a case of wouldn’t? “…stopped. For a while. I’ve been trying to get back into it, though.”

“Would you play me something?” she asked, turning to him. “Not now, if you don’t want to. But…sometime? I’d love to hear you play.”

“…maybe,” he said, moving around her to pick up the guitar. He hesitated a moment once he was holding it, then he shook his head and went to put it back in his room, where it would be out of sight and (hopefully) out of mind. “We’ll see. I’m…pretty rusty.”

“I feel like I should have realized,” Marinette called from the living room. He paused, his hand still on the guitar. “I’m pretty sure Juleka had said something about you being in a band. Of course you’d play, if you were in a band. It’s just you never talk about it, and I’ve never seen you play, or…well, I guess I’ve never really been over before, have I? Fred gave me your address – I hope that was ok. I just thought…I mean, you came to visit me, so I was hoping you wouldn’t mind me visiting you, but…eep!”

He had gone back out to the living room, where she was emptying her bag on the coffee table. She stood and turned, squeaking when she found him directly behind her. She laid a hand over her heart, giggling nervously.

“You scared me,” she said, grinning up at him. His hands had come up to her shoulders when she’d turned, holding on to steady her.

…he hadn’t moved them. He should probably move them.

“Sorry,” he said, his lips twitching with a smile. He still wasn’t moving his hands. “It’s all right, Marinette. I don’t mind. I…would like the company.”

She lifted an eyebrow at him, her grin growing, and he chuckled as he shook his head.

“I would like your company,” he conceded. He squeezed her shoulders and finally let go, looking around her to see what movies she had set out on the table. His nose scrunched when he saw she actually had brought nothing but horror movies. “Though maybe we could see what’s streaming? I’m really not a horror fan.”

“I’m usually not, either,” she confessed. His eyebrows lifted, surprised, and she shrugged. “But I figured…I don’t know. Things feel different now, you know? Since…I thought maybe I could handle them now.”

“It didn’t change for me,” he said. He picked up the first movie in her pile. He didn’t recognize it, but the back said it was about…a ghost? Skeleton? Skeleghost? He supposed that was a thing? It sounded dumb to him, honestly. Like Sharknados. “But I’m game.”

…thirty minutes and five bad jump scares later, they were both huddled under Marinette’s blanket, their heads bent together as they tried to avoid watching the screen. Theoretically, they could just turn the damn movie off, but the remote was on the far side of the coffee table and neither felt brave enough to leave the safety of the blanket.

Or…well. At some point, Marinette had practically crawled into his lap, an arm and leg thrown around him while she pressed her face against his chest. Luka could easily reach for the remote and turn the movie off, but that would mean moving Marinette.

…and he wasn’t so sure he wanted to move her. Not yet.

She burrowed closer as someone on the screen screamed, and he glanced up in time to see the Skeleghost bludgeon someone with its femur. He ducked his face back against her shoulder and pulled the blanket over their heads. Her fingers twisted in his shirt, and her nose pressed into his clavicle.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered, wincing when another scream filled his flat. “Next time, puppies. Oh my God, why didn’t I pick puppies?”

…he liked the sound of that. There being a next time. And puppies, but…yeah. He was game for a next time.

#miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #ml fic #ver fic #lbsc october minifics 2023 #to feel alive again #dead like me au #dlm lukanette au #lukanette are sissies #but he gets snuggles out of it so he's not complaining #I mean no Luka doesn't want snuggles what show are you watching #he's tough #she's totally got his number

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