smiling in photos feels like a gun is to my head

Track-By-Track Guide to 'How To Be A Human Being'

“Life Itself”
This one actually started off as a dark, slow, moody track. Quite insular. But eventually we realized there was a cheekiness to the lyrics that we hadn’t really explored, so we injected a sense of optimism into the music. The character that this track is about is a sci-fi obsessed dude who spends most of his time alone inventing strange things and writing stories about ray guns or looking for aliens on Google maps. We made him a website. But that’s what the chords and sound effects were inspired by. Old sci-fi films/series. I also got a bit obsessed with Lollywood music (music from Pakistani films), and thats where the idea for the drums came from.

“Youth”
The idea for this one came from a story someone told me once. They were telling me about their child, and something awful had happened to them. She was crying—but at the same time the memories that they had from that previous life made her so happy—so she was also smiling. That combination of emotions kind of made me feel like my heart was being ripped apart but also optimistic in a weird way. She had found a way to see happiness in this awful thing that had happened to her. That combination of emotions is what this song is getting at. Have a look at this character’s website, too.

“Season 2 Episode 3”
Everyone knows someone like the character from this song. If you don’t, then it’s you. But there are lots of references to different psychedelic cartoons in this one—sonically and lyrically—including Adventure Time. That show is crazy.

“Pork Soda”
I heard a homeless man talking to someone once and say ‘pineapples are in my head.’ In retrospect, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t actually those words, but I thought it was at the time, and it kind of stuck with me. The opening of the song is meant to sound like you’re outside on the street, and you can hear a group of people chanting this song. The drum sounds are made from old bins and trash pieces of metal I found around the studio. Kind of like those street drummers use. All that is meant to set the scene for the story.

“Mama’s Gun”
I don’t use samples very often. I only like using them if they bring something to the table, aside from just music—a context and a further depth to the actual meaning of the song. This song is mainly about mental health, and I remembered this song by The Carpenters called “Mr. Guder.” It fit the atmosphere musically, while the song “Mr. Guder” itself was about an odd character of sorts, and then on top of that, Karen Carpenter’s story added another dimension to the lyrics. if you don’t know the story, you should look it up. It’s important and very sad, and it started a general social dialogue about mental illness which is to this day still a subject matter that we avoid far too much.

“Cane Shuga”
This is the only track on the record that didn’t start with lyrics and vocal melody. It started with the beat and the heavy drums. I let the beat spin and wrote stream of consciousness lyrics through a vocoder for this one to try to capture a certain mentality you might have when you’re a bit fucked up. When you start speaking what seems like gibberish—but maybe that gibberish is actually quite revealing.

”[Premade Sandwiches]”
This is a spoken word interlude. My favorite word in the album is in this: “McFuck.” It’s something that someone’s gotten at McDonald’s. Here it is used in a sentence: “What the McFuck are you eating?”

“The Other Side Of Paradise”
This is musically my favorite track on the record, I think. The chords are quite bizarre, and there are some mad arrangement and structural things going on. And the beat was super fun to make. It’s gonna be fun live!

“Take A Slice”
This track is about someone with a lot of lust. It’s as sleazy as I’ll ever get in lyrics. But everyone has that inside them somewhere, even if it’s only a tiny bit. And it comes out from time to time. For some people, it’s out all the time.

“Poplar St”
This song is meant to open with a kind of musical/lyrical image of a place. A little guitar hook and a floating vocal line that all seems quite peaceful, but things get more and more twisted as the song goes on. The guitar starts doing weirder things, the music builds tension, and then the whole thing flips on it’s head at the end. And you find that maybe that place isn’t what you first expected it was.

“Agnes”
As soon as I started writing it, I knew it would be the album closer. This is my favorite song on the record. And the saddest song I will ever write.

silk | chapter eight

Originally posted by wonhoslilmonster

chapter song | masterpost | next chapter

ceo au - jimin x reader - angst | smut

word count : 4.9k

warnings : smut

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“Traditions” Carl Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 2,742

Carl Grimes x Reader, Maggie and Glenn x Adopted Daughter Reader

Summary: When you and Carl sneak out of Alexandria to “explore”, you find more than you bargained for in an abandoned house.

Warning: Fluff, drug use (marijuana), mentions of sex, implied smut, language, angry parents lol

Originally posted by monasax


“Are we still meeting up tonight?” You ask Carl as you hold Judith, bouncing her up and down on your hip.

“Yeah. We just have to be more careful this time. My dad almost caught me sneaking back in last time.” Carl says, taking Judith from your hands.

You and Carl had been dating ever since you got to Alexandria, and ever since you two got here, you’d sneak out a few times a week to go “exploring” outside of the walls. More often than not, you’d end up just going to the cabin that was a few miles outside of Alexandria to have sex, but occasionally you two actually went exploring around the abandoned neighborhoods. It was sort of a tradition now.

“I’m surprised I haven’t got caught yet. Maggie and Glenn are always up at random hours of the night for god knows why.” You respond. You and your parents were a part of Rick’s group ever since the beginning, but they had gotten killed during the attack of Hershel’s farm. Ever since then, Glenn and Maggie have acted as parents towards you, and you couldn’t be more thankful.

“Probably because they want to wait until you’re asleep to-“

“Ah, stop there.” You put a finger to Carl’s lips, making him laugh. “I don’t want to think about that.”

“If you can’t talk about it, you shouldn’t be having it.” Carl said in a mocking tone, repeating what Maggie had once told the two of you when she had walked in on a rather heated moment.

“Ah, shut up.” You playfully roll your eyes.

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Angst/Fluff
Badboy AU
6919 Words

Summary: Jimin promised that he’d take a bullet protecting her after asking her to be with him because of the lifestyle he chose to live. When she gets a series of threatening anonymous text messages, the reality of him taking that bullet becomes a scary possibility. 

She was too preoccupied with her menu to notice Jimin’s soft gaze on her. He had his chin rested against his hand accompanied with a wide smile plastered on his face. He lowered her menu in attempt to get her attention, “You look really good today.” Jimin complimented, his eyes turning into little crescent moons. She tried her best to seem unfazed by his words but her flushed cheeks letting Jimin know she felt otherwise, “You’ve said that like 35 times now Jimin.” She mumbled and he shrugged before leaning back on his chair, “That numbers only going to grow by the way.” Rolling her eyes, she playfully stuck out her tongue before going back to her menu.

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Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

Word Count: 3,425

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: serious angst, violence, mention of drugs, PTSD, few swear words

Summary: After being sent home from an honorable discharge from the Army, you meet the U.S hero Steve Rogers while at a VA meeting lead by Sam Wilson.


The sounds of gunfire rang out as you clench your gun to your chest. You peek out over the ditch you were currently hiding in, and immediately you are met with a round of bullets flying towards you. You quickly duck and watch the bullets pass above your head—right where you had been a moment ago.

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Winter Shadow - chapter 3

Credit again to @pixierox101 for the idea, because I’d never have thought of it.

He was all she had, and she was all he had, and she was always torn by her need to help him, and to keep him. As his memories returned, piece by agonising piece, he was desperate to fit them together, to remember who he was, to have her help him hold on to himself, before he was lost again. He was so afraid to rediscover his identity, to remember a past before all the pain he’d felt, and the pain he’d caused, but he needed to. The more fragments reappeared, the more he wanted to know. Each time they used his trigger words and he lost himself for a little while, she knew how much it hurt, that when the memories returned they would be tinged with the sorrow of what he had done. Although his actions were out of his control, although he was a victim of the most horrific abuse, she knew that each memory was a stain of guilt that no one could remove, but all the more reason for him to want to find who he was, to be more than the killer they’d made him.

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fic: just touched down in londontown

“Hamilton is actually really nice and the plot is very interesting and okay, well, there’s this guy.”

In which London is not as bad in the summer, a cute guy dies considerably in Act II and Phil has actually lucked out for once.

Word count: 3.5k 

Tags: musical theatre, flirting, pj being a good friend 

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The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader Pt 6

Originally posted by bangsongguk

Title: The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader.
Genre: Angst, Mafia life.
Member: Jongup.
Word Count: 2048.
Description: What was it that made Jongup so determined to have you? Is it simple or more complicated than one could handle?

Jongup was never a social child, his nightmare was when his father would knock on the door to his playroom to tell him he had to greet his guests. He was the child that hid behind his father’s legs as he timidly looked up at the frightening men his father mingled with, his business partners Mr Moon told Jongup.

“It would be a shame for such a well known mafia to fall apart because of the next leader in line” Jongup was only four at the time and though he didn’t understand what that man was talking about, his words left an unhealable wound in Jongup’s heart, he spent forever thinking about it. Until he was seven years old and things started to make sense.

Why he didn’t get to go to school, why he didn’t get to go outside and play very often and why there were always such scary looking men visiting his father, everything began making sense to Jongup. And he figured out why he had to be the best, the best of the best, the top of the list and the person that sent a shiver down your spine just by hearing his name because you knew what he was capable of.

Because it would be a shame for his father’s mafia to fall into a pitiful pool of shame and embarrassment.

Not long after Jongup turned seven his father had taken him with him to work for the first time. Jongup was astonished, it was every little boy’s dream but so, so much worse, it was every little boy’s nightmare.

The guns were used in such malicious ways, so many of the men his father worked with had lost their sanity and their sense of humanity long before he was brought into the world by his mother. The sight of the main building sent shivers down his small spine and though his eyes were curious Jongup kept them to the floor to stop as much of it haunting him as he could.

When Jongup was eight years old he was forced to go to work with Mr Moon for the millionth time. Jongup just knew it was going to be another horror-filled day. I only his mother was here to protect him, he wished for her so desperately, with all his little heart, but she never came to his rescue, forcing him to follow his father out the front door of his house every morning.

Jongup was ready, he had pep talked himself as much as an eight-year-old could prep themselves. He was ready for the angry shouts, gunshots ringing in the air, the smell of cigarettes and angry men shouting everywhere he went. But when the car finally came to stop Jongup’s young mind was put into shock, it was a house, a simple, normal looking house and the person opening the door was calm, he was smiling a truly happy albeit nervous smile to his father.

“And this must be young Jongup, what a fine young man you’re growing into” His hair was ruffled and he looked at the owner of the hand, the man who opened the door in astonishment. This man was nice. This man showed no intentions of anything sinful, nothing harmful and nothing against the law.

Mr Moon’s hand on Jongup’s back pushed him into the house, rather gently, like he always was when none of his work partners were watching. Because if this was a work partner he wouldn’t dare touch his son in front of them.

He was told to take his shoes off like the polite guest he was and he looked up into the eyes of the house’s owner and the tall man smiled down at Jongup.

“My daughter Y/N is waiting in the lounge room, you are more than welcome to play with her” The man spoke and Jongup stood dumbfounded.

“Thank you, sir” He sputtered and bowed, and then he rushed to follow the adults into the lounge room. Jongup was waiting for it, a gun to be shown or angry shouts, it was only a matter of time before it would all start and the false atmosphere he felt would reveal what it truly was to him.

But there was no shouting, there weren’t even any weapons in sight, instead, just like the man had promised, a young girl sat tucked into her mother’s side shyly and there was coffee sitting in the kettle, ready to be poured for whoever wanted some. He could only stare, you weren’t brave enough at the time to look him in the eye. If Jongup knew he was shy than you were straight up antisocial.

“Y/N, would you like to show Jongup your toys?” Jongup hadn’t even realised he had spent the past however long it was staring, watching the shy figure in front of him with keen interest. You looked up at your mother and her question seemed to bring you out of your shell the tiniest bit. You presented a sweet smile to your mother, nodding before slipping from her arms and onto your feet.

You looked at Jongup expectantly, waiting for him to stand up and follow you to your room where all your toys were left waiting for you to play with them again.

“Go on son, I’m sure Y/N has lots of interesting toys to play with” Mr Moon gave Jongup a pat on the back with a chuckle and it was then that Jongup realised he was in fact yet to stand up.

“Jongup, come on” Your voice was so sweet, Jongup had never heard anything like it, he had never seen another child in the flesh for that matter, only ever staring at his TV in a daze as he dreamed of having a friend to call his own. You were holding your hand out, oh and how small it was. Jongup realised he was already so much bigger than you the moment he stood, shyly holding your hand and looking at his father as you pulled him away from the living room.

“These are my favourite toys!” You giggled, Jongup figured he liked that sound, the sound of having someone feeling a certain happiness with him, even if it were just for all the toys in the room.

“You have so many” Jongup gasped and you gave another bubbly laugh.

“My dad always said I was lucky, do you think that’s true Jongup?” You looked at him with your beady eyes gleaming at him, there was teddy stuck to your chest as you hugged it tightly and Jongup nodded.

“Yes, but I also think I am very lucky to see you and all of these toys Y/N” Jongup answered and your little mind thought Jongup had never been able to play with such fun things like toys before coming to your house.

“You can play with whatever toys you like Jongup!” You grinned and Jongup stared at you.

What a pretty girl.

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“Jongup, you remember Y/N? Her father is in debt to us?” Mr Moon randomly questioned Jongup one day, much further in the future. Jongup gave a nod, of course, he remembered, he could never forget that sweet child like smile and that adorable giggle that sang innocence to him. Jongup was never given the chance to make another friend after that day, of course, he remembered the closest thing he had to one.

“I do” Jongup answered and Mr Moon gave a somewhat proud tsk as his head tilted to the side and he reached into his pocket.

“My son how she has grown, I was right you know, a beautiful young woman is what she is becoming” Mr Moon took a photo from the pocket of his jacket, he passed it to Jongup and his son blinked at him.

“You saw her father again today?” He asked and Mr Moon chuckled as he nodded.

“Of course, and Y/N was there with us, she’s the one who gave me the picture, she’s in high school now” Mr Moon grinned, it was as if he were talking about the achievements of his own child, not the daughter of the man who owed his family his life as well as his whole families but was somehow friends with Mr Moon.

She’s beautiful.

Jongup tried to stop his jaw from dropping, you had grown up indeed, and his father wasn’t wrong, a beautiful young woman you were becoming, your hair was long and you were thankfully still untouched by the darkness of the world which allowed you to show a bright and innocent smile, just like Jongup remembered it to be but matured.

“Wow, she’s growing up” Jongup commented. He wondered to himself if there was ever the chance that you could have gone to the same school, even if it were for a short amount of time, so he could protect to from harm whilst teaching you how to protect yourself so he knew you would be safe when he graduated.

But of course his father had never allowed him to go to school, Mr Moon was Jongup’s teacher in life, anything he ever wanted to know he would just ask his father, and of course that is what he was told when he asked why he wasn’t at school making his own friends. Because he did ask a lot.

“I’m raising you so you can lead this mafia with pride Jongup” Something he was told many times and the words of his father would play in his head of every time he questioned what he was doing with his life.

Right, because this is what I was born to do.

Jongup sighed and Mr Moon looked at him, straightening the jacket he wore and making sure his hair was still jelled away from his face. He cleared his throat and clasped his hands on the table in front of him as he watched his son.

“Jongup, there is an important part of leading this mafia I’ve never talked to you about” Mr Moon started, effectively earning Jongup’s attention and slight irritation.

Great, here we go again.

Jongup fought the urge to roll his eyes and Mr Moon took the photo from Jongup’s hand to sit it on the table, stopping it from distracting the younger male.

“You need to get married in order to be powerful. The most powerful leaders are those with a partner next to them” Mr Moon monotoned and Jongup tensed as he heard those words, marriage, he had never thought he would reach such a stage in his life.

“I know a lot of strong people with daughters that would happily marry you, it would bring strength to them as well, unless, is there someone you would have in mind Jongup?” The picture was right in front of him, it was as if your eyes were boring into him for an answer. Jongup had spent so long in the dark part of the world, he was the devil in so many people’s eyes and he had grown used to his fate. Jongup could never imagine turning your life upside down, but the smirk that had grown to stain his lips became visible as his eyes took in your figure and the picture was back in his hands.

“I already know who I want father” Jongup chuckled to himself and put the picture forward as if they were trading Pokemon cards among themselves.

“You want to marry Y/N? Are you sure about this Jongup? Her family is in debt to us, after all, remember, power Jongup power” Mr Moon’s eyes were widened, he couldn’t hide the fact that he was shocked by his sons wants.

“I know what I want father, you can consider this as the last of their payment to our family” Jongup grinned, standing up and walking away.

“I wouldn’t want to have anyone else” Jongup muttered, thumb swiping over his lower lip as he entered his room. Jongup kicked off his shoes and pulled himself out of his jacket before falling onto his bed.

“And now I just have to hold on until you are of age my princess” Jongup chuckled, as if you were really in the room, sitting next to him and listening to him.


This is shorter than I wanted it to be but I was motivated to get it done and this is what happened! Let me know if you all enjoyed it!

Picture Perfect - Tye Dillinger x Reader

Summary:- You and Tye have been trying for a baby for months, to no success. After one night of passion when you go to surprise him, you fall pregnant. You want to find the best way to tell Tye, and his reaction is out of this world. 

Warnings:- Fluff, Swearing i think?

Word Count:- 1,275

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Imagine being a member of the Supernatural cast and during a panel being asked about you and Brendon.

“Hey, first of all I am really happy to be here and see you all!”

“Hey sweetehart” you smiled at the girl as did Jared, Jensen and Misha.

“So uhm this question is not very very relevant to the show but uhm since I have the chance I would like very much to uhm ask (Y/n)…” she trailed off at our name and you smiled at her.

“Go on” you laughed “I won’t bite”

“You mean hard!” Jensen pointed out and you rolled your eyes at him.

“I bite hard only at the people that annoy me to no end!” you said matter-of-factly and he gasped audibly, putting a hand over his chest.

“What are you implying?”

“I am not implying anything. I am stating it. You are annoying!”

“It was just one freaking kissing scene!” he eclaimed.

“Which I had to get right but couldn’t because you kept making funny faces! Or let’s not mention supposedly forgetting your lines! Hence- annoying!”

Jensen kept opening and closing his mouth but no words were comign out until- “My feelings had just been hurt” he pouted visibly as he looked at the crowd.

“Better than me hurting something else of your” you grinned and Jared and Misha laughed.

“Oh please when that happens I would like to be there and filming everything!” Misha laughed and so did you.

“Anyway, guys we have a fan here waiting to ask a question. Let’s not be rude. So what was it?”

She giggled slightly “Well despite that, it was an amazing scene for us but I wanted to ask about something that has to do with your real life and it’s…”

“Yes?”

“What’s going on between you and Brendon Urie from Panic! at the disco?”

you instantly felt heat rise on your cheeks as the crowd ‘Woo’ed along with Jared and they clapped, cheering.

“Oh uh well-” you laughed nervously “About that-”

“Wait- what Brendon do they mean? How have I not met him yet?” Misha piped in and you mentally thanked him for a second.

“Oh you actually have. It’s the tall dude you found on (Y/n)’s trailer the previous I think week”

“Oh. Oh! You mean the one she seemed to be making out with?”

Yeah, not thanking Misha after all.

“Exactly!”

“Uh yes, yes. I actually liked him. He’s pretty much as crazy as I am!”

Jared laughed “Yeah that one” he shook his head.

“Oh wait a sec- is that the guy she’s posting photos with all the time? Hey I thought she was just going to collaborate with his band on their next album!”

“We actually are” you spoke up before any of them could say anything more, not that there really was anything left “Thanks a lot by the way” you glared at them and they laughed.

“But yeah, although I think you got your answer, Brendon and I- well, we wanted to wait a little while to make it official but yes yes we are dating.”

No sooner had you finsihed your sentence than the crowd errupted into cheers. They clapped and you laughed shyly.

“Yeah uh- neither of us can really tell you how this started. We- we’ve actually been friends for so long, went together in high school and quiet honestly if you asked me back then if I imagined myself in ten years, dating him I’d say no immediately but well-” you chuckled awkwardly “Her we are. I- I don’t really know how to describe it. But for the time being there is only one word that can describe how I feel when I am with Brendon, doing crazy stuff like when we were teens. Happy”

The crowd errupted into ‘Aw’s as did Jensen, Jared and Misha.

You laughed “Yeah, he uh really makes me feel happy. Like I got everything I need and after all this time of knowing him I am just sure there is no single thing that could pull us apart now.”

More ‘aw’s were heard and you smiled sheepishly at them.

.

..

“We’ll need to have a talk with that lad huh?”

“Oh hells yeah.”

“Good. I’ll go load up the guns”

anonymous asked:

I need a scene where Jake is sad so to cheer him up Amy gives him a picture of her and Charles from when they wore the same outfit while Jake was undercover

oh my god, i feel like…i feel like gina’s definitely involved too

like she’s the one who took the picture in the first place (bc there was no way amy was going to pose for a picture with charles, even if charles was all for it)

So Amy’s tried everything - cracked the dumbest jokes, gotten the junkiest foods, even broke down and bought blue soda - but nothing is working and she’s starting to get genuinely worried about her morose boyfriend currently pretending not to mope in the break room.

She walks up to Gina’s desk, heart thumping, feeling more like she’s approaching a drug ring’s kingpin than the civilian administrator. Come on, Amy, you have a gun in a holster on your hip, get it together.

“Gina.” She says as forcefully as she dares.

“Huh?” Gina grunts, eyes never once wavering from the computer screen before her.

“I…I need your help with something.”

This seems to pique Gina’s interest. Without moving her head, she looks sideways at Amy. 

Watching. 

Judging. 

Waiting.

“I need a picture…of me and Charles, from that time we wore the same outfit to work while Jake was undercover.”

Gina turns her head, but remains stoic. “I don’t have a picture of that.”

See, Amy knows this is a lie - Gina’s too neutral about it, too emotionless. Gina spent a solid twenty minutes howling with laughter in the break room on that day, there’s no way she doesn’t have a picture. “Gina, please. I need it.”

“Not that this is me admitting I have it, but what the hell do you need a picture like that for? Are you surrendering yourself to the fashion police? They won’t take you, I’ve already tried.”

“What? You - you sent pictures of me to -” Amy stops herself. This is a classic Linetti Diversion Tactic if she’s ever seen one; as she reigns herself back in, she notes the gleeful glint in Gina’s gaze. “Nevermind. I just need that picture. Please.”

“Why?”

“Because Jake’s really sad about his dad standing us up for dinner last week, and I’ve been trying to cheer him up, but nothing’s working. And he laughed so hard when you guys told him about that after he got back from being undercover, and…I hate seeing him like this. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make him happy again, even if it’s completely humiliating for me.”

Gina purses her lips and narrows her eyes, before leaning back in her seat. She seems to consider Amy for a moment, fingers drumming along the back of her phone where it lays face-down on the desk. Amy holds her breath.

“Fine. Here, I have four different pics of that, pick your favorite and I’ll send it to you.”

Amy has to force herself to focus on the win and not on the brief bubble of outrage at the fact that Gina’s been sitting on four photos for nearly three years documenting the most embarrassing moment she’s ever been apart of at the Nine-Nine.

She chooses the one where the barest hint of outrage has begun to blossom across her own face, the one where Charles’ confusion has begun to melt into an apology, the one that Gina says her butt look really good in.

“Hey,” Jake greets her as she crosses the threshold into the break room. He’s seated, shoulders slumped, looking pathetically put-out even through the familiar spark in his eye that only ever appears when he locks eyes with her. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a bummer lately. I know how hard you’ve been working to make me feel better, and…I’m really sorry. You’ve been incredible and amazing as usual, and I don’t want you to think that this -” he gestures down over himself “- has anything to do with you. I just - I always get in a little bit of a funk after my dad pulls a Roger.”

Amy feels her phone buzz in her back pocket as she slides into the seat next to him and covers the back of his hand where it rests against the table with her own. “I know it’s not about me.” She says, giving him what she hopes is an encouraging smile. “And I completely understand about your dad. I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to make you feel better, but I totally get that this is something you have to work through on your own. Just know that I’m here for you no matter what, and I’ll continue to be here when you start feeling better again.”

He releases a low sound, a kind of grunt, and then leans forward to capture her lips in a soft, brief kiss. “I love you.” He sighs when he leans away.

“I love you, too. I actually came in here to try one last thing to try to make you feel better, but if you want I can just leave -”

“No, no, I don’t want you to go.” He covers her hand with his free hand, so that her hand is sandwiched between both of his own. “What were you gonna do?”

“I was gonna show you a picture,” she says, and then she stops as heat begins to rise up her neck.

Jake’s eyes flick from hers to two inches to her right, and then they widen. “You’re blushing, your ears are turning red, what’s the picture? Oh my God, it’s an embarrassing picture, isn’t it?” He gasps, and then twists in his seat so that he’s facing her more fully. “Am I finally gonna see Drum Major Amy?”

“No.” Amy says sharply. He deflates, but only a little. “This is actually from back when you were undercover.” She explains as she pulls her phone out from her back pocket. “Gina had this, and I thought…well, I thought you’d definitely appreciate it.”

She taps the image to make it full screen and then slides the phone toward him, pulling her hand from between his so he can pick the phone up. He gasps sharply again, and then a laugh bursts right out of his throat. The sound seems to startle him, but even with one hand clapped over his gaping mouth, his eyes never leave the phone screen. “Oh my God.” He says quietly.

“Yeah.”

“Oh my God, you guys are - you are literally wearing the same outfit.”

“I know.”

“This…this should be in a museum. It should be framed and it should be right next to the Mona Lisa. I mean this is art -”

“This was a mistake. I can see that now.”

“I mean it, Amy, this should be hung over a fireplace in some rich man’s cabin in the woods -”

“Alright, that’s enough -”

“Why does that color look so good on Charles?”

Jake!” 

Support System // Jensen

Summary: You’re an actress with a strong career but sometimes life gets you down and the struggle comes with your dyslexia but with Jensen and your friends they help. Especially when you’ve bonded with your on-screen father Dean. That bond is true in reality too so how do they all help?

Characters: Jensen x platonic!reader, Jared Padalecki, Danneel Ackles (Harris)

Words: 1149

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. I do not own any gifs, images or songs that may appear in this. Also I know very little about dyslexia but I’m going my very best.

Warning: Swearing, breakdown, sad reader, dyslexia,  little angst and a lot of fluff.

Requested: @purely-myself-03

Author: Caitsy.

Tagging: At the end.

A/N We have a request for everyone else. Can you please request some things or take a look at the prompt list? The more requests we get the more you’ll all get to read.

Originally posted by the-spncest

The entertainment business is extremely hard to work in among the fight to get work to the rumours that circulate around your name. It’s even more difficult when you have any problems that the media deems ‘unworthy of work’ or you’re stamped with ‘may cause production problems’. You were in that category.

You were a damn good actress from the amount of success and reviews you’ve received over the years. You were dedicated to your career even if you had trouble reading the script sometimes but it would be extremely difficult at times. You’re latest gig was a spot on the show Supernatural. You had debuted in the season finale and now you were filming the new season.

The rain was pouring outside the motel room where Dean and Sam were going over the case they were working. Beers littered the table but no food yet. They had ordered a couple pizzas that would arrive any moment to the impatience of Dean.

“So we still have little to no know idea on what we’re fighting?” Dean asked taking a pull from the bottle.

“No. We might need Cas because it’s would be a witch or something worse.” Sam replied rubbing his face as both men leaned back in their chairs. There was a knock of the door before he could continue.

“You grab the pizza, I’m going to use the bathroom.” Dean said climbing to feet and going into the attached room, “Do not eat it all!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Sam chuckled grabbing his wallet and opening the door to see a young and freezing teenager on the doorstep. She held two pizzas but other than that she wasn’t holding anything but a duffle bag.

“D-dean?”

“Um. No I think you have the wrong room but that pizza is ours.” Sam replied reaching for it. The teen quickly moved back with a rapid shake of her head.

“No. You must be Sam.”

The clicking of a gun from behind Sam was heard. Both turned to see a furious Dean Winchester aiming a gun at the teens head. The teen’s eye rapidly grew before she shoved the pizza at Sam and raised her arms.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m…I’m Millie Campbell Winchester!” The teen exclaimed hiding behind the door jam, “I don’t legally go by Winchester!”

“What the fuck are you pulling?” Dean hissed edging backwards into the room, “Get in here.”

“We’re not going to hurt you.”

“Pl-please put the gun down.”  Bell weakly asked stepping into the room. The gun was lowered at the nod of Sam.

“Who are you really?” Sam asked.

“I’m not kidding! I’m Mille Campbell Winchester. I’m nineteen years old and I was named after my great-grandma Millie. Everyone calls me Bell.”

“Cas, we need help.” Dean grumbled.

Bell jumped at the sudden appearance of an Angel in the room where he tilted his head at Bell before looking at Dean.

“You called?”

“Who is this?” Dean demanded not removing his eyes from her. Castiel came closer to Bell in curiosity before he nodded.

“This would be your daughter Millie Campbell Winchester-Murdock.” Can said looking at Dean, “Did you not get that voicemail?”

“Jesus.” Dean groaned, “I have a child? You’re dropping the Murdock, kid.”

Ever since you had devoted yourself to going over your script countless times but sometimes you struggled like today. You woke up knowing it was going to be horrible because you woke up late and your mother informed you the family was coming for a visit. When you stopped in for a coffee at your favourite place you noticed you were having more trouble than usual reading the menu.

“No, no, no.” You grumbled. You knew it was because you’re demanding and hectic family was coming. They didn’t understand how terrible it was to work and keep them happy in your home.
It got worse when you forgot all your lines in the first scene and you were shaking because you couldn’t even read anything in the script.

“I-I-I…”You mumbled running to the favourite place you had. You said there sobbing trying to rip the script up in your hands, “I QUIT! THIS BULLSHIT!”

“Y/N? Where are you?” Jared’s voice asked before he caught side for your hiccuping and shaking body, “Shit.”

Jared backtracked quickly because they only person that could calm you down was Jensen. You two had bonded and developed a distinct bond normally between father and daughter. You had a terrible childhood with your father and it got worse when he fled the family.

“J?” Jared called rushing up to his best friend.

“Yeah?” Jensen asked, “Find Y/N?”

“That’s the thing. She’s having a breakdown.”

Jensen shoved his own script at Jared before he swiftly went the place you went to the most. His heart broke at the sight of you rocking yourself with large sobs. He noticed the attempts at tearing the script apart.

“Y/N/N? Honey.” Jensen whispered pulling the teen into his arms. He rocked them in attempts to calm her down, “What’s wrong?”

“I-I ca-“ You hiccuped.

“Hey, take a deep breath with me.” Jensen whispered placing your hand on his chest, “Feel my heart beating? Think of how it’s beat and match my breathing okay?”

“O-O-“

“Sh, don’t talk but taking deep breaths for me.” Jensen whispered as your head fall onto his chest and the shaking dwindled.

“My family’s coming.” You started with a shaky voice, “I knew it was going to be bad because I couldn’t order a coffee and I was nearly late to work!”

“Why were you almost late.” Jensen questioned not noticing as majority of the cast watched with a few photos and a visiting Danneel smiling.

“I couldn’t read the signs! My phone died too!”

“Hey, it’s okay. We all have bad days, remember last week?” Jensen questioned leaning back, “Jared couldn’t find his lucky necklace?”

“The one the boys made for him?” You asked.

“Yeah, I had a meltdown but you were there with your computer and Gen was on there with the boys.” Jared sadly smiled as he crouched in front of you.

“You don’t know how hard it is being dyslexic.” You whimpered.

“No we don’t, but we see a strong young woman with a support system that greatly helps you.” Jensen said, “It’s a scene that can be switched out, you know everyone understands that sometimes you can’t work and that goes for everyone. How about Danneel, you and I go get ice cream?”

“Okay.” You sniffled smiling when Jensen brushed the tears away and Danneel helped you up with a smile.

“I may not have given life to you but you’re my honorary daughter.” Danneel grinned before Jensen pulled both of you into a hug.

“Come on kid. I don’t let my kids live with no ice cream.”

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Dye For You

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Word Count: 2101

Warnings: Language

Summary: Soulmate AU where your hair color is identical to your soulmates. If Person A dyes their hair blue, Person B wakes up with blue hair. You wake up to a rainbow of colors.

A/N: Whenever I can’t think of a good title I just make bad puns. Hah. Enjoy! Requests are open!

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“How long do you think it’s gonna take Oak to get shit-faced tonight?” Anthony asked, looking towards Daveed, who sat at the bar stool next to his own.

The guys of the cast had set up shop at a bar after not getting together for a while, and Oak was definitely drinking enough for the entire group.

“It depends. Under two hours. At least,” Daveed replied, gesturing down the bar where Oak sat, flirting with a bartender under the prospect of getting free drinks. Lin stood next to him, watching on.

“Nah. I think he’ll last. Over 2 hours.” Anthony countered, sipping his beer.

“Really? I don’t believe you.” Daveed narrowed his eyes. “Have you seen him? I’m sure he’s already tipsy.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Depends, what are the terms and what happens if I lose?” Daveed replied, drinking out of his own beer.

“He usually ends up hitting on literally anyone when he’s drunk. As soon as he does, we check the time. If it’s past,” Anthony glanced at his phone. “-11 o’clock, I win. If I do, you dye your hair. Temporary, of course. We have a show tomorrow. At least through rehearsal and the Ham4Ham show. I’m thinking pure rainbow. ROYGBIV. It’ll be perfect.”

“That’s harsh. I haven’t met my soulmate, I imagine this would make them hate me. Hopefully, they won’t care. Whatever. I’ll win. And when I do, you have to dye your hair. Deal?” Daveed asked, offering his hand. He was willing to risk a lot for a simple bet, but it was just who he was. Even if it meant risking his soulmate’s hair.

It was a weird quirk of society. Soulmates had the same color of hair. Whatever changes were made to one party’s hair happened to the other’s. For example, if one person died their hair blue, their soulmate’s hair would change blue as well. This made dying your hair very frowned upon, along with any drastic changes to body appearance.

Anthony stopped, thinking for a minute. “You’re on. Deal.” He reached out, shaking Daveed’s hand. The two turned to watch the storm go down. Oak was taking shots; Daveed was confident he would win.


“I’m going to fucking kill my soulmate when I meet them, I swear. My interview’s today! I’m never gonna get the job now, Sara.” You vented into the phone to your best friend, fingers clawing through your hair. You had woken up to find rainbow colored hair covering your head on the day of a very important interview.

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Second chance for a normal life (Bucky x Reader)

Originally posted by ditchthevillian

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A/N: This is a new series on which I worked for a few weeks. I already wrote five parts. Hope you’ll like it, feedback is always welcomed.

Summary: (AU)

Bucky is struggling with his life after he came back from the army. He is depressed and he also had a bad start with you.

Warning: cursing, blood


There was a noise outside your apartment. You needed to sleep because you were up from 4am. You were working for a big fashion company as a designer. Tomorrow you will have a day off and you wanted to go to bed earlier so that you can finish some sketches in the morning. Obviously that wasn’t the option at the moment. Slowly you moved your body from your bed to the kitchen. Opening the fridge you took an apple and knife from the drawer. You started cutting it when you heard yelling. You were getting tired of it. Every day for the past week, there was constant yelling from the apartment across the hall. Finally, you decided that you had enough of that noise. You walked to the apartment door and you banged with your fist against the wooden door. You were standing there only in your white tank top and black sweatpants. You heard footsteps coming closer to the door and the door opened.

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Title: NA Attendee

Character: Charlie Peters

TV: Shameless

Warnings: SMUT!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner


°Charlie Peters falls for a NA attendee who hasn’t been on drugs. Maybe smut.


Charlie Peters watched as Y/N Kline filled the coffee and snack station. She did it routinely every week, making sure that everyone had their favorites.

Sometimes she even baked. Let’s just say that those were his favorites. The woman certainly knew her way around a kitchen.

When he first met Y/N, he was dumbfounded as to why she was attending NA meetings without ever having taken drugs.

When she tearfully introduced herself, talking about how she lost her cousin to drugs, his heart broke and slowly, but surely she worked her way through his wall without even realizing it.

Taking his hat off his head, he shoved it into his jacket pocket and approached Y/N.

“Hey, Y/N,”

She stood from her squatted position and smiled brightly at him, “Hey Charlie!”

Coming around the table, she gave him a big old hug, kissing his cheek.

Charlie loved the smell of her, cashmere and fresh laundry.

“How are you?” she asked, setting out some Styrofoam cups.

Charlie shrugged a shoulder, “Not too bad. Restaurant is keeping me busy.”

“I’ll have to stop by and see you, Charlie,” Y/N smiled.

Charlie ran a hand over his jaw, “I’d like that,”

Freddy, a new member and a worn out user, came up to the station, shaking uncontrollably.

“You alright Fred?” Y/N asked.

He grumbled, sneering at Y/N, “Mind your own business ya damn cunt!”

“Fredrick!”

“Watch it Fred!” Charlie stood at his full height, balling up his fists.

“Fred, I have to call your parole officer,” Y/N said, sternly.

Fred, threw his coffee down, his eyes wild, “You goddman narc, I’m gonna fucking kill you!”

Fred grabbed Y/N before Charlie could reach her and slapped her full force.

Charlie saw red as Y/N’s head snapped to the side. With a swift kick, Y/N got Fred in the gut, sending him right into Charlie’s grip.

One of the others must have called the cops, seeing as one was running into the church, his gun drawn.

Everything stopped and Freddy was handed over to the police.

Y/N was nowhere to be found once the statements were taken. Charlie wanted to check on her, but this needed to be addressed with group.

He sighed as he sat down in his chair. He’d just have to search for her later.
°°°°°°
The second he stepped foot into the restaurant, Minnie, a young waitress and ex-junkie ran right into him.

“Woah, you alright Min?”

She nodded, looking back at her tables, “Yeah. Listen, there’s someone waiting to see you in your office.”

Charlie’s brows furrowed, “Okay, thanks,”

Heading straight to his office, he opened the door to see Y/N sitting in his chair. She stood the second he came in.

“Hey,” she greeted.

He squinted, seeing the angry red and purple mark on her cheek. Pushing his glasses up on his nose, he walked to her, his long fingers lightly touching her bruised cheek.

“That son of a bitch,” he said, his voice deep.

“Charlie, I’m-” Y/N paused when her eyes stared into his.

Running his index finger down her cheek, he used the single digit to tip her chin up. Her cheeks reddened as she looked down at his mouth.

She rolled her lips, right before Charlie kissed her.

The kiss was light, barely even there, but it was enough to awaken something primal from deep within him.

He pulled back and they stared at each other for a split second before Y/N pulled his lips back to hers.

Charlie moaned, their kisses urgent with need. He walked Y/N backwards until her bottom bumped his desk.

The table was at a perfect height that it wouldn’t take much maneuvering to get situated.

The second that she rolled her hips against his erection was when he was ready to throw in the towel.

Without any prompting, Y/N began to unbuckle and unbutton his jeans.

“You don’t -” he started, but his words were cut short when her warm hand wrapped around his length.

“Uhhh, fuck,” Charlie moaned, putting his forehead on her shoulder.

Her breathy chuckle had him looking up at her. Charlie reached for her pants, unbuttoning and pulling them down her hips.

Y/N wiggled her legs and feet, getting her shoes and socks off at the same time as her jeans.

“Give me a lift?” she asked on a whisper.

Cupping her ass, Charlie lifted her, sitting her rear down on the edge of the desk.

He couldn’t think straight as she kept pumping his hardness with soft but firm strokes.

“Y/N….”

Propping her leg up on the arm of his chair that was to the right of him, she wrapped her other leg around him, guiding him to her center.

She guided the tip of over her wet folds and he was done for. His body was shaking and a sweat was breaking out at his hairline.

When she slid the helmet of his length into her entrance, the sound of him sinking into her and her gasp nearly had him coming hard.

“Oh my god… Charlie…” Y/N moaned, rocking her hips against him.

He growled as he took her lips in a harsh but delicious kiss. Pushing his hips forward, he was fully engulfed by her warm, wet center.

There was no need for quick snaps of the hips, no harsh thrusting or even dirty words exchanged to get them to the point of no return.

Just simply rocking against one another, her tight walls cradling his hardness and her depths filled to the brim of his manhood.

He pulled her closer, letting her roll her hips and her clit finding friction against him. He was so close and could feel her heavy pants as she neared.

Y/N kissed her way to the scorpion tattoo on his neck and he nearly froze. It was a reminder of his stupid, drug filled years and now was most definitely not the time to be reminded of it.

Y/N did something that no other woman had even fathomed of doing. She ran the tip of her wet tongue over the tattoo, tracing the outline of the tip of the tail.

When she gave a nip and kissed it loudly, Charlie came hard, shouting out a groan as he rolled his hips against her.

“Charlie, don’t stop, please!” Y/N begged.

As his orgasm continued, he reached down and applied a slight pressure to her bundle of nerves.

“Uh, holy-” she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders as her body went taut with extreme pleasure.

Charlie held Y/N to him, gathering her up when her body went limp after her orgasm.

She weakly held onto him, pulling back slightly to give him a content smile.

Charlie’s chest moved with quick breaths as he placed some wild, loose hairs behind her ears.

“That was the most intense orgasm ever,” she said in awe.

Charlie chuckled, accepting the kiss that she was offering him.

“You don't…?”

She shook her head, running her fingers through his hair, “Most definitely do not, Charlie.”

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Younger Big Brother - Batfamily x Reader

Originally posted by queenmeras

Requested by Anon -  You’re Damian’s older half-sister, and not as well-trained as he is. Most of the time he feels older than you since you act more young while Damian wants to be older and respected. Despite your differences (and fights), you are close as can be, literally and mentally. That is, until you’re kidnapped and Damian sneaks off to find you.


Damian was already at the breakfast table when you entered the kitchen. You moved around, gathering a orange and some cereal before you sat down across from him. 

“Good morning, Damian,” you greeted happily, giving him a big grin before digging into your cereal.

TT,” Damian huffed at you, wrinkling his nose. He went back to his breakfast without another word. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, content with each other’s company.

Soon, Bruce drifted into the kitchen, dressed for work. He gathered his own breakfast before joining you and Damian at the table. You were eating your orange at that point, cutting it into slices. 

“(Y/N), I want you and Damian to train today. You kept dropping your left when you were taking out that mugger last night,” Bruce instructed, spreading butter onto a piece of toast. You pursed your lips as Damian opened his mouth.

“I doubt a day of training will help her with that,” he replied snarky. You rolled your eyes at him, putting a unpeeled orange slice in your mouth. Making a face at Damian, the orange slice hiding your teeth. Damian glared at you in disgust. “Grow up, Sister.”

You laughed, biting the orange off of the peel. “Funny, you say that Damian since I’m older than you.” 

TT, you don’t act like it,” Damian retorted with a glimmer of a smile on his face. Bruce watched your exchange, amused. 

“As I said, I want you two to train today,” Bruce interrupted, taking a bite of his toast. “If there is no improvement by patrol tonight, (Y/N), you will not be joining us.”

“Really? That seems a little drastic,” you protested, forgetting your food to glare at Bruce. “Just because I’m not very skilled in fighting yet, doesn’t mean I can’t help out on patrol.”

Bruce’s voice took on a stern tone. “No, (Y/N). You know what my rules are about patrol.” You wrinkled your nose, hating his logic. 

“But it’s not fair,” you whined, standing up from your chair. “I’m not useless.”

“(Y/N),” Bruce warned. You huffed, looking at Damian. Meeting his eye, you both shared the same thought. 

“I’m going to start training then,” you snapped, leaving the room. Damian got up to follow, giving Bruce a glare before exiting. Bruce shook his head in disbelief. He was still surprised by the connection between the two of you. Somehow, you and Damian were an amazing mixture of brother and sister that he had ever seen. Arguing and fighting one moment, teaming up against him the next. Despite that fact, Bruce was glad that you both had each other.

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Where is my Face?

[ReaderxJerome Valeska - Gotham - Just after Jerome has resurrected and woken up - S3E13 - Some smut - based on original material but changed - main character death ]

Your feet were aching, you’d been walking constantly today and were just dying to have a rest. You just had to get the medical files for Jerome Valeska for Dr Tompkins and then you could sit down, hopefully for at least ten minutes. The intern in the office handed you the file, you didn’t know her name, not yet. You had met so many new people, the detectives the CSIs all of the interns and your mentor, Lee Tompkins. She was kind enough, but having Jim Gordon as an ex kind of put a downer on your views of her. You see, Detective Gordon hated the people you considered friends, especially those such as your very much dead friend on the table in the morgue. You slid out his photo from the file and smiled. He was so handsome, his beautiful smile, shining eyes and bright hair. You hated how he’d died, you had sobbed for weeks, but then you’d found your escape, your emergency exit if you will. It was easy to get away with murder if you examined the bodies, and your interest in medicine landed you an internship with the Gotham Police Department’s ME. It was a golden opportunity to keep your dirty little secret. So many of your bodies had passed over the slab you now worked at, yet the one currently there… that body started them all. Sucking in a breath you tucked the photo away, burying your emotions before heading to the morgue.

Eyes fixed on the file, you pushed the door open and walked in. “Here’s the file you asked for” you said. Finally looking up you met eyes with a very frightened Dr Tompkins and then you saw a familiar smile shrouded by bandages galore. “Well, well,” you cooed, attempting to keep your cool, “this is unexpected.”
The barrel of the gun in Jerome’s hand moved, it was pointing at you now. Your eyes locked and he licked his lips, or what he had left of them. “Are you going to continue to tease me or hurry up and kill the spare?” you asked, impatient to rid the room of the witness.
“Have it out for the Doc, do you Kitten?” he purred.
You could feel the sides of your mouth pulling up as he called you his little pet name, you’d missed that. “No… just wanna talk without an… audience,” you replied, finishing with a wink.
“I get you babe,” the clown told you. Without hesitation, or even taking his eyes from you, he shot the Doctor in the head, her body slumping to the ground. The gun lazily found its way back to you. “It looks to me you’ve changed sides Doll” he spat at you.

You half contained a short laugh, “Look again Sugar.” A smug smirk plastered on your face.
“So what’s my little girl doing in the GCPD working for the good ol’ dead doc over here, huh?” he rested his chin on his fist, listening intently as you told him of the tales of the last year he’d missed.
“Wow” he used his gun to mimic an applause, “well that is quite a story. You know, I know I’ve been dead but doesn’t that seem kinda crazy to you?”
You chuckled, sliding onto the cold metal table behind you. “Hey maybe you’re crazy, try shooting yourself” you threw at him with a grin. He took his gun and held it to his bandaged head, pondered for a moment and laughed.
“So, tell me more about this cult. They think I’m pretty great, huh?” His voice was liked candy for your ears, it had been so long since you had heard it, teased it, played with it.
“A bunch of raving lunatics and idiots” you leant back on your palms, letting you hair hang loose behind you. You could sense his grin as he stepped up from his perch.
“Ooh lunatics and idiots?” He stepped toward you, reaching out a hand. His grip angled your face to his and he looked right into your eyes. “Our kind of people.” You laughed, he laughed, both of you enthralled in your madness.

Cough. Splutter. “Sorry” he croaked although the following giggle was reassuring enough. “Head’s still a little fuzzy, you know I was just reborn. The last year was nothing but darkness,” he leant into your face, his breathe warm against you, “as far as the eye can see.” He jumped on the spot and swivelled, the gun twirling until it pointed right at the limp corpse on the floor. “I know her, right?”
“Yes” you purred, not revealing anything.
“Did she and I ever… you know?”
“Gods no,” you flung at him.
“Ginger not her type?” he joked.
“I don’t share.” you said cooly, sinking back into your relaxed stance.
“Ohh, I remember you my little minx” he purred, tracing the skin on your thigh with his finger tips. Again, like a switch he snapped back to the doc. “Oh! She’s Jim Gordon’s… twinky”
“Well, she was” another cruel laugh from your lips.
“Oh… no? That’s a shame, I liked them guys. What happened?” his curiosity seemingly piqued, you filled him in on what you’d learned from Dr Tompkins about her… hilarious wedding! “Heh heh hah ha ha ha” his soft laughter filled the room again, once more Jerome’s joy sparked your fire. He spun in circles as you watched, simply enthralled by his liveliness after being stone cold less than an hour ago. “Wow… you miss a lot being dead…. including you my little carnival kitten.” A shimmer in his eyes shone as he took the two steps necessary to close the space between you.

You’d missed this. His touch, his everything. It felt so right to kiss him again. The table was cool against your now much more exposed skin, his too. He’d locked the door and climbed onto the examination table with you. Exploring your body with his tongue he found each new scar you had and licked it with individual care and precision. As he found his way between your thighs he moaned against the soft flesh of your thighs. The vibrations sent a new wave of heat through your core. He chuckled. Torture had always been his forte so with expert pace he crept up between your legs parting them for his head to sink in between. So slowly, he used his reborn tongue in ways you’d never felt before, toying with your clit until you shuddered under his touch. It wasn’t until your moans turned to pleads for release that he teased your entrance with his hardened cock. Beneath him you squirmed, attempting to thrust your hips into his, yet his firm grip kept you in place. “Did you miss me?” he leant down to your ear, gently biting the lobe of it.
A muffled “yes” was heard from within your moans, resulting in laughter and ecstasy as he plunged into you without restraint. Together you were harmony. He thrust deep into you and your combined cries were a lost symphony. It was a wonder that you remained in interrupted for the length of time the pair of you were together.

Panting you lay together on the now slightly less cold metal, sweaty and slightly craving a cigarette. You hear him sigh after a while has passed.
“You know, there’s about a hundred cops on the other side of that door ready to kill you all over again” you mentioned as though it were a casual remark. He scoffed, “I see your point…” he pondered for a moment. “To business, when I was last.. uh you know, alive. I was about to kill Bruce Wayne and I suppose I didn’t manage to…” you shook your head, “no. Right.” He got up from the table, irritated suddenly. “Theo Galavan killed me,” he seethed, “that jug eared judas. Well I suppose I should start by killing him” he added on the end nonchalantly.
“As much as I love your thinking” you soothe, “Theo Galavan is dead.”
Like a child who ran out of candy he groaned. “Aww, who beat me to it?”
Suppressing your own amusement you replied, “which time?” This did not impress Jerome, with a venomous tone and a thrilling calmness the asked you, “Theo Galavan came back to life too?”
“Mm hmm” you smiled sweetly. He echoed you then barked a rough kind of laugh.
“That Son of a Bitch is always upstaging me, well…” he smiled at you again, his anger vanished. “Yes I’m just missing one thing then…” he crept right back to in front of your face, his bandages brushing against your nose. He cracked a beautiful grin and laughed, “Where is my face?”

The only one (Daryl X Reader) Part 5

Relationship : Daryl Dixon X Reader

Trigger warnings : Parental abuse , depression , 5 years age gap, consensual sex , death, violence, graphic scenes.

Rating : Mature + (Please do not read if you are under-aged)

Summary :

The narrative follows the reader and Daryl. The story starts pre-apocalypse and links the events of different stages of their lives as : kids, young adults and adults, focusing on their friendship and eventual love relationship . But when the world turns to dust, will they be able to make it?

CopyRight: I do not own Daryl Dixon, The Walking Dead nor any of the other characters mentioned in this story.  No copyright infringement is intended.


P A R T 5 - TOGETHER

:::TIME SKIP –2 YEARS:::

Turns out that John didn’t change the scanners after all. He is absolutely a disaster when it comes to technology. Last time he touched some buttons you all almost died from lack of Oxygen. So he’s now forbidden to put his hands on anything except for guns and other essentials.

2 years have passed and you all became like a family, each playing his part.

You spend most of the time in the lab, researching, trying, hoping to find a cure for all this mess.

Rosie is cooking , cleaning. Nobody asked her to but she insisted it’s what she’s done all of her life and at least it passes the time.

The boys do nothing but training and waiting. Sammy is one of them now. At first you all thought it’s a way for him to cope after his mother’s death but now, he’s clearly enjoying the punching and all the kicking.

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Twin Invasion

John (left) and Nick (right) Vasquez were brothers, John was the youngest brother and Nick the oldest. Also, he was hulkier than his brother even if both of them were beefcakes. John wasn’t a stereotyped jock like his brother, in fact, during his puberty he was frequently mocked for being skinny compared to his hunky big brother. Out of jealousy, he worked out until he was enough manful but still not like his brother. It was funny because when they were children, John much more of a man than Nick, the nerd who was watching cartoons every day and was passionate by paranormal, he was even nicknamed “Dib” because he had a small dick and was more like a baby. Then a growth spurt somehow turned him into an alpha male which changed the sibling hierarchy. Unknown to John, it was half true, in the past, Nick secretly went out of his house to find proof about a 7000 foot slug monster living in the forest, instead he found a strange and glowing stone and when he touched it, his muscle mass instantly increased. It was finally his chance to be the big man, to date Natasha Irken and be the favorite son. However, his ambitions quickly grew stronger as he dumped Natasha to date sexier girls and ruined John’s adolescence. When the two of them became a pair of Adonis, they started a successful model career. However Nick was renowned for being the bad boy archetype while John was the bachelor that every girl should be lucky to marry. Soon, John and Natasha’s wedding was announced everywhere which made Nick laugh because he didn’t thrusted into that couple. In spite of, in the inside he hated that Natasha was in love with John, not because he loved Natasha but because he loved his brother. During their childhood, his little brother was the one protecting him against his bullies and when they grew up he kept being his dear brother. Maybe he was too possessive or just envious that John only needed his charming behaviour and his good looks to have a lot of fans while Nick had to break the law to be famous. No, it was more than that, Nick wanted his brother to be jealous, to look at him, to lust after him, but now it was obvious that because of his teasing, his little brother hated him. What he could do to cope with his sadness? Alcohol and orgies were the only things which worked. Besides, John was homophobic and even Nick was disgusted by his feelings toward someone of the same gender. But today it was different, he would reveal his love to him, so he picked the lock of his brother’s house and waited for him.

Meanwhile, John was exiting his studio to jog as the flamboyant photographer wanted a real sweaty man for art, it was more because he wanted his queer dick to look at some real man, thought John. Then, he put his earphones and ran around the studio. As he was about to return to the studio, he saw a glowing light in the forest and head toward it. Close to it, he noticed a rock with numerous holes but the light had disappeared. As he leaned his head near to the rock, he was hypnotized when the glimmer returned, but nothing could have warn him about the thing inside it.

-What the fuck is that little shit?

-Hey! Bow in front of me, the Great Zim! You miserable and insignificant human!

-Hahaha! I can’t believe that! I must shoot this!

-Stop it! My picture only deserved to be represented by the most skillful painters of the Universe!

-Ha! What would you? Tickle my balls?

-Ggrrrr! You leave me no choice, lesser rank specie. It’s time for the INVASION!

The tiny green man grabbed his advanced gun and shot a giant net which captured John and pinned him to the ground. As he was squirming and groaning, Zim pushed a button on his gun which electrified the net as John screamed. Consequently, Zim smiled and jumped into his open mouth. His eyes widen as the alien crawled into his brain and digged itself in it. “AHHH! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! NNGGGG!”. John groaned and convulsed before cooling down and smirking as he torn off the net. “Hmm. This vessel is strong, it would be useful… I hope you enjoy your point of view, because Zim the Invader just have invade your body! You should be honored to be the host of an intergalactic conqueror! *Sniff* What a virile scent you have and that voice, yesss… but this body needs more hair.”. Zim/John searched into his meteorite and found a syringe that he injected in his neck which developed his hirsuteness.  

-Much better.

-Finally Jonh, we found you! Bring your dull butts here, we have some pics to shoot!

-Silence, human! You shall respect your emperor and call him and only… Well, I have a new form now and it would be a shame to waste this excellent piece of meat… I agree, vermin. But you shall call me by this only name, Great great emperor king with the royal and majestic and humongous staff.

-Alright… Follow us then, Great great emperor king with the royal and majestic and humongous penis.

-What’s a penis?

-… You know, we can talk about that after our work, gorgeous.

-Fine, I’m pleased to see that you are ready to serve your sovereign.

-Every time.

The photo shooting was unusual yet more lustful than expected. Zim didn’t listen to the photographer and instead explored his new body in front of the aroused cameraperson. As the extraterrestrial was possessing a human body for the first time, his reactions were real unlike the past John’s acting. The best was probably the pic where the model flexed his bulky biceps and shown his amazing hairy armpit whereas sweat poured from his messy hair to his tank top.

-I don’t know how you get all of that hair but I love it!  

After that, he left the studio and used his host’s memory to return at his house which was curiously unlocked. When he entered, he raised an eyebrow when he saw someone looking almost like him.

-Fascinating! Is that a new type of mirror?

-John!

-*High pitched* AHHH! I mean… *manlier* AHHH! Who are you?

-Don’t laugh with me John, it’s important!

-Fine… Hmm… Eric.

-Nick.

-Yeah Nick… Dear brother.

-Alright weirdo John… It’s kinda complicated but… I love you.

-And?

-And? What do you think about that?

-I think nothing, it’s your problem Nick if you want to lose time with foolish emotions, I have a planet to conquer!

-What are you talking about, John?

-Haha. The man you called John is my prisoner and my vessel, his body is mine just like the Earth! I am Zim the Invader! Supreme ruler of the Solar System and even more!

-John are you alright? You sound like a space being.

-What a… This is what I’m telling you since the beginning you dunce!

-Come on John, extraterrestrial doesn’t exist!

-You’re sure?

John grinned and use his net gun on Nick who couldn’t do nothing as he watched his little brother falling on the floor before a greenish creature exited his mouth.

-What the… Who are you?

-I AM ZIM! Do you hear that?! Your brother is mine forever!

-Noo! I will break free and squish you like a bug!

-Haha! Try!

-Ooh, my head… Nick? What’s happening.

-Well well, looks like my host is waking up, not for a long time!

Zim rushed into John’s shorts and into his member which made John yelling in pain as he gripped his penis.

-AAARGGHH! PLEASE HELP ME NICK!

-JOHN! No please! Take me instead!

-UNNNGGGG! IT IS MY BODY! STTOOOP IIIIIT! NOOOooo… Bone.

-John?

-Bone… bone boo bone bone, BOONY-BOONY-BONE, bone bone… BONER! Yes! I found the password of this human’s mind. Boner! Now I know everything that little Johnnie know, big bro. Did you know that because of you, your little brother was really sad? Boo-hoo. Fortunately he lifted iron and became this handsome dreamboat! Nevertheless, it wasn’t enough for daddy and mommy, it was always you the favorite son, even if you were a hooligan and a womanizer. So poor Johnnie had to prove that he is a respective man, not like you! Are you really thinking he cares about that Natha-slut? Hahaha! He wasted his whole life because of you, big brother! But now it’s finished, no more little Johnnie, only iron John, the lady-killer!

-Wait-wait! Could you at least release me?

-Don’t worry Nickie-boy, I’m sure that my big brother is strong enough to free himself. You know what? Maybe I need a little training before the real deal!

The new and hairier John took off his top as he rubbed with his large hands his burly torso, travelling on his light chest hair to his nipples and pinched them which made him moan as they were touchy, twisting them between the grip of his rough fingers.

-OOh! This receptacle is really sensitive but so entertaining.

-Don’t call my little brother a receptacle!

-Why? This what he is, a flesh container for my noble self… But I have to admit that I prefer this new skin over my past one.

John smirked with an arrogant smile that wasn’t his, he continued his provocation by sticking out his tongue and thrusting the air as his hands travelled on his sculpted abs and his hard package. It wasn’t his little brother anymore, he would never let his body being that hairy and unclean and that face, no it wasn’t him. It was nothing but a haughty and libidinous sexual beast. The filthy creature pursued by tearing off his short which revealed his hard member as he placed his dick between his hands and run them backwards and forwards to spin it like a fire stick. Nick tried to remove the net but he wasn’t strong enough and was forced to watch the whole scene. John groaned as he grasped his penis and fondled it. Nick couldn’t believe it, his brother always wanted a shaved body, but Nick had to admit that he loved the way of his precum falling into his pubic hair and on his hairy legs, he wanted to suck it for him, but he was disgusted by own thought. Finally, John roared as his dick shot loads of jizz straight on his brother’s sickened face.  

-Ahhh… Lick it old man.

-What? But…

-I told you to lick it. Or do you prefer that something happen to your pretty little brother’s face?    

-No no! Fine…

Nick moved his tongue around his cheeks as he tasted the mix of manly hormones and salt, he wanted to spit it but John abruptly pushed his hand on his lips, closing them.

-Swallow it, whore.

Nick swallowed the semen whereas his brother passed his finger on his nose and picked on the cum on it before putting it in his mouth and savored it.

-Hmm… Taste better than any juice in the galaxy.

John caressed softly his brother’s cheek before leaving. During the whole night, Nick asked himself about his brother’s safety. Whereas, the thing inside John was fucking every girls in a nightclub, he was amazed by the stallion’s stamina and when he came back to his house, he was covered by sweat and his own cum, totally naked, Nick was begging him to leave his little brother which made him laugh.

-Are you kidding me? I’m doing you a favor, because if it was the real John, he would reject and dump you! But with me in control, it’s not the same… Let’s have a deal, you let me inside your little brother and your secret, is a secret.

-What kind of secret? I just love you like a brother love…

-Tatata. Don’t play with words big brother. You know I am a nice little brother, so I wouldn’t tell that you are a faggot.

-I am not! Why would I…

-Shut up! Now clean my house. And if I notice you looking at me, I will beat you up you little shit! Understand?

-Yes, sir.

Without any effort, John removed the net as he flexed his muscular guns and licked his sweaty armpits before forcing his big brother’s mouth on it.

-Hmm. This host is full of interesting flavors… Start by cleaning my dirty underarms, maid!

-*Choke* B-but…

-NOW!

Nick grudgingly licked his little brother’s pit as he was disgusted and turned on at the same time. After that, a turn of events occurred. Indeed, John dumped Natasha and destroyed his neat facade with his various indecencies. Contrariwise, Nick stopped his bawdiness and followed his little brother everywhere, their parents were thinking that it was adorable that Nick was looking after his little brother, but in fact he was his slave. He enjoyed being abused and beaten by the pretty face of his perfect little brother, he felt like he deserved it for what he did and his “perverted” love toward him. Furthermore, he also loved that his good little brother was corrupted and perverted by a gruesome creature, he often peeped his little brother’s room as he banged pussies, taunted his reflection or fought for control. With time, John became more muscular while Nick lose some of his muscle mass. Nowadays, the brothers were more like twins and their career were more fruitful, John even registered them into dominance porns where, ironically, John is portrayed as the submissive one. Of course at home, the possessed little brother would use that as a reason to abuse his older brother. The new Nick would do everything to make his tormentor and brother happy. For example, in this photo Nick stay in the background to not ruin his brother’s selfie.

-Big bro, why are you far away from me? Are you angry?

-But John, you…

-Come here my dear brother.

Nick gulped as he approached his little brother, he was fond of those armpits, it was so boring that he kept shaving them. Suddenly, John yawned and put his arm around Nick’s shoulders, a surprised Nick listened to his brother as he whispered in his ear and even bit it.

-I’m watching you darling brother and if I notice a bulge in your shorts until the end of our selfies, I will beat you up.

John faked a smile as he laughed and tried to refrain his erection but his brother kept making cute and seductive face at him, he could drown himself into his blue eyes and those so kissable lips. Plus John loved the way the alien inside John change his brother, he perfectly shaped his furry eyebrows and let the hair proliferate on him, he wanted a bulge and his brother beating him up, forcing him to lick those wonderful armpits and it was the closer their relationship could get to.  

-Come on Nick, I know you want it, let your snake slither inside your pants, for me.

His little brother faked that he couldn’t take the selfie, whining and biting his lips as a results of that, but it was to excite Nick who resisted against his taunting. Tired, John took the selfie and slapped his big brother’s bubble butt, accidentally causing a giant boner.  

-What?! It-it didn’t… I mean, it’s already the end of…

-Shh. I didn’t post the selfie on tumblr, so it’s not the end of the selfie yet.

-Bu-but…

-I know you want it old man, tell me, beg me for it.

Nick chewed his tongue but his brother was so close, almost kissing him and his husky voice was so enthralling, it was too much.

-Please sir, beat me up in your den.

-Ha. Good boy.

John patted his big brother’s hair before rushing to their sport car and as Nick arrived, he locked the doors.

-John, I’m still outside.

-Of course I know, you think that I’m blind, repulsive queer?

-No no. Of course not, but how am I supposed to come back home?

-What a dumbass… I refuse to share my vehicle with a lower being like you. Plus I like my beloved brother all sweaty. Rrrr.

-Oh yeah sir, I will be sweaty for you.

-And you better run, I won’t wait for something inferior as you.

John laughed before leaving while his big brother jogged to his house. As a matter of fact, John sold Nick’s house to buy his own things and his past owner was forced (apparently) to sleep in a dog basket in his little brother’s room and when he was “busy” with some chicks he was forced to do the household chores even if he already made them. Zim explained that his invasion of John allowed him to manipulate his feelings and memories, including the one related to his older sibling. In fact, his hatred against Nick is a merging between John’s jealousy and Zim’s dislike toward humans. Consequently, Zim/John constantly harassed Nick by saying that it was his fault if John was possessed because if he wasn’t envious of his brother, he wouldn’t wanted to do everything to be the best at his job and wouldn’t have jog in the forest. Nick lamented a little before entering in his brother’s house who was lifting enormous barbells. All of a sudden, when he saw Nick, he threw the barbells to the ground and rushed to him.

-Ah you’re there! I had to wait for you faggot! Why you didn’t entered in the car with me? Now you’re sweating like a nasty pig!

-But you sa…

-Shut up! I’m talking! You humiliate me in front of everyone, lusting after an alpha male like me, your own brother! You’re disgusting!

-I’m sorry.

-Oh, you will be.

John lifted his fist against Nick who closed his eyes as he was ready to be punched, but nothing happened. His little brother was just standing there, smiling innocently.

-Follow me my precious half.

Soon, they arrived in John’s workout room who showed numerous pictures of John and Greek-like statues of him. John tapped his brother’s back before he moved behind a punching bag and grabbed it.

-Come on my one and only brother. Spit your loathe against me.

-What?

-It’s what punching bag are made for, right? Do it.

With a smug face, John glanced at his brother who started to reluctantly punch.

-What a lame hit, old man, is that all that you can do?

-I can’t Nick, I-I…

-You pathetic, disgusting and decrepit fag, you’re burden for me since I possessed this brainless meat sack! Show me your loathe!

-Bu-but… AHHH! I’m sick of you! I want my little brother back! I-I’m not a faggot! Leave my brother the fuck alone you gross creature!

In his frenzy, Nick unintentionally (perhaps) punched John who smiled evilly and licked the blood from the cut on his lips which quickly healed by itself.

-I’m sorry John, I didn’t mean to…

-You call that strength? Let me show you what it really means.

John grabbed the punching bag and detached it from the ground where is was supposedly stuck. His biceps and triceps were flexing into two gorgeous representations of a powerful manliness and the light was shining on his beefy pecs and delicious underarms hair. Nick fell and crawl on the floor as he was scared to get crushed by the bag, instead John roared and threw it on a cement wall who was destroyed.

-Home-run! What a fucking stud! Check out those big guns!

-John! You damaged your house!

-Slow-witted fool, I sold this house yesterday while you were asleep.

-Why?! John loved this house, he always said that…

-Are you talking about that mundane past John again? Are you suggesting that you prefer this stupid old John over me?  

-NO no! I’m sorry.

-Good, we have a boat waiting for us.  

Nick was confused when his brother told him to go on a boat, but he quickly followed him to show his obedience.

-John? Are you sure that this is okay? The weather seems a bit…

-Shut up… Tell me hideous maid, have you made my breakfast?  

-Yeah… Sadly, it’s still in the house that you sold.

-You useless piece of shit! Lucky for you, there is a small kitchen in my boat, you have 2 minutes to make it.

-But your hot chocolate is only warm after 2 minutes…

-Do as I say! Now it’s 1 minute and 59 seconds!

Nick panicked and rushed to the kitchen and when he finished, he brought the platter full of delectable food.

-Peel the banana for me.

-Which banana?

-The one on the platter, you moronic buffoon!

Nick peeled the fruit and when it was finished, John caught it stormily before licking it as he took off his shorts with the other hand. Then, he placed his index finger and his thumb around his rod moved the skin on. Nick drooled and admired his brother who stirred his lips on the fruit as his voice thundered while his member shot tons of cum on the platter. John eyed ravenously at his brother and scoured the banana on his wet dick before putting it on the platter.

-Enjoy your breakfast.

-What?

-Haha, my cherished yet naïve brother, I said, ENJOY YOUR FUCKING BREAKFAST!

John banged his fist on the boat which encouraged Nick to “enjoy his breakfast” whereas his voracious brother was watching. First, he took the butter croissant coated with semen and ingested it in one mouthful. The vienoisserie was crisp and melted in his mouth thanks to his virile brother’s semen. Next, he drank the chocolate until the mug was empty and even lick the manjuice around it, it tasted extraordinarily warm with the mix of spicy jizz and sugar. At the end, he took the banana and began to eat the “tip”. Unknown to him, his little brother was eating the other half which resulted in a kiss. Nick tried to withdraw his mouth but John grabbed his hair and pulled him more against him as they both fell on the ground and clashed their toned body together. John moaned as their tongues were in a tussle, scuffling together and sharing his luscious semen. Thereupon in their sexual rage, John pushed his huge Mr. Dick into his big brother’s asshole and rammed it as muffled grunting echoed between them. John digged deeper into the boypussy as the sissy lad cried in pleasure and clenched his boycunt at every thrusts. Suddenly, Nick’s torso began to glow just like the rock of his past did.

-I knew it. You’re the one.

-Knew what?

-You’re the one who stole my muscle growth energy inside that falling rock, right?

-Your energy? You were late with a delay of numerous years!

-Yeah yeah, my spaceship had turbulences. Now, it’s time to claim my muscle growth energy!

-H-how?

-Well, with a delightful way.

-What are you… AAHHH!

Nick screeched as he felt something creeping in his anus, he tried to escape but John’s grip was stronger.

-UNNGG! What is this?!

-It’s my seed of course and soon, there will be a lot of me inside you, haha! *Thrust*. Oh Yeah harder! *Thrust*. You know what’s funny? *Thrust*. If you hadn’t discovered my muscle energy, I would never have needed a host. *Thrust*. But your selfishness allowed me to found a comfier and sexier choice. *Thrust*. And now, a second one would be mine.

The former delinquent futilely wiggled his backside, but his possessed little brother grabbed his cheeks and slapped them which allowed more corrupted fluid inside him. Soon, his toned legs were paralyzed and he screamed as couldn’t move them. His wailing became more high-pitched when he felt the goo infesting his rumbling abs, his breathing was difficult as his chest was filled with the liquid. Then, his healthy arms inflated and trembled as he could nothing but to shriek and cry.

-OOoooh fucknoo, PLEASE! Stop it!

-Yesss! You’re enjoying that, right?

-AAAHHHHH!

Nick arched his back as his brain was drown with space semen, absorbing it. With one more scream, Nick fainted as his younger brother kept humping him while he was unconscious. Without warning, the alpha twins began glowing green as they both screamed, John reaching the peak of his orgasm and Nick’s brain overloading with outer space parasites, injecting mutated testosterones forcing his brain to give eyeteeth for devious sexual practices while his homophobic thoughts and probity were imprisoned. After some sensuous time, Nick opened his new green eyes, just like his brother and grinned at him as he flexed his biceps.

-I should have possessed this one earlier.

-Maybe, but it was so much fun to play with him.

-I’m right, now me and my brother are finally one.

-No more Nick and no more John, only Zim the Invader.

One Year Later, a reporter was visiting Nick’s boat, searching for something as they followed the sound of moaning and groaning. When they arrived in the right room, they watched in horror as the two brothers were fucking together, Nick was drilling his big brother’s hole whereas John pushed his whole hand into his little brother’s one. Their toned and sweaty body were touching as they kissed and bit each other all over their soft face, burly necks, square shoulders, muscular pecs and six packs. The former brothers and now twins were almost identical, the rare differences were that Nick was the dominant one with a deep roaring baritone while his older brother was more of a bottom boyslut with high pitched groaning.

-AAHH fuck yes!

-Oooh, there is our journalist brother.

-Do you want to start the interview later?

-UNNNGGNOOO! START NOW!

-Alright… What do you think about your famous and incestuous relationship?

-Haha, it’s so fucking greaaAAAATTT! My big brother is the only one who can FULLY and DEEPLY, ARRGHH… understand me.

-Okay, huh, how your parents reacted when they discovered the bond between their two sons?

-Well, at first they were thinking that it was so cute how much we were close together. TheeenNNGG!… at one point, they found us naked and docking in our childhood bed.

-Yes, so hot. Those fossils disinherited us, what a joke!

-I can understand. After all, you two are now one of the wealthiest couple and twin brothers in the world.

-And the Universe baby.

-Yeah… Can I ask you one more question, who is John and who is Nick.

-FUUUCKK!… This is simple… I am John and Nick.

-And I am Nick and John.

-We are each other at the same time.

-I-I don’t really understand…

-Hahaha! Don’t worry, this is just a thing between us. Would you like champagne, handsome?

-I’m not sure if… Wait?! This champagne is unique, it-it cost so much!  

The journalist raced to the glass of champagne and gulped it. The twins stopped in their sexual rush and watched as the reporter fell on the ground and convulsed, grinning from ear to ear with their eyes glowing green.

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I put some clues about Invader Zim in the story, how many clues did you needed to guess that this story would be about him?

Thanks rodchangescameron for the idea.^^

Also, this story was inspired by Vchris1989, Jim and Zim.