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hannieehaee · 6 months

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18+ / mdi

content: perv!wonwoo (not super pervy but i tried my best 🫡), smut, f reader, penetrative sex, established relationship (situatuonship is mentioned but idk lets assume they're exclusive just bc i can), he's kinda a dick, etc.

wc: 905

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streamer!wonwoo perv!wonwoo whose audience believes him to be a golden boy. simply a polite yet charming guy whos into video games, who just so happens to be insanely handsome. his thick rimmed glasses and wavy hair almost covering his eyes, accompanied by those wide shoulders, was able to catch the attention of all of those looking for a pretty face to look at while consuming content from their favorite video games (although many keep their eyes glued to the tiny view of wonwoo on the corner of the screen rather than the game itself).

the people watching him through the screen dont even see the half of it, though, not knowing how much of a perv he is when in real life. not so much a respectful and charming guy, but a degenerate who keeps up the act for appearances. after all, that is how he first got to you a few years back, when you, one of the few who had been a loyal viewer since before his channel blew up, decided that you just HAD to have the pretty nerd rambling about league of legends on stream.

after a few (okay, maybe more than a few) attempts at catching his attention through leaving various suggestive comments, wonwoo finally decided to take a look at your account, noting an instagram linked on your bio. after seeing that the desperate commentator he had taken a liking to seeing always punctual in his streams was a pretty girl in his area, his mind went straight to the gutter, finding his hands moving on their own to send you a message detailing his interest.

a few months later and you found yourself in a months-long situationship with the streamer, having him hit you up almost every other day when he needed 'something warm warm to stick his dick in', as he so nicely put it as he had you sitting on top of him, cockwarming him while he gamed (off-stream, of course).

having a such a well paying stay at home job had many perks, including the ability to take any day off he wanted to fuck you into his bed, somehow managing to never scare you away with his very obvious obsession with your body, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you with little to no regard for the exhaustion you'd feel after a few hours with him. somehow the roles had reversed, with him now being the one to continuously pursue you under the vice of getting under your pants every second he could.

"n-nonu fuck. slow down, i-" you whined as he senselessly bounced you up and down on his dick, rhythm completely lost a few rounds ago.

he practically growled at your complaint, "you asked for this when you showed up wearing that tiny excuse for a skirt while i was on stream."

"you asked me over-"

"for moral support, baby. not for you to parade yourself around me knowing i wouldnt be able to hold back from taking this pussy," he breathed out, angling you slightly differently, now causing you to whine even louder at your clit being stimulated by the friction.

"does your audience know how m- agh fuck. how much of a perv you are? leaving mid stream to get your dick wet?"

your brattiness causes him to disconnect your bodies, flipping yours over to put you on your hands and elbows and ramming himself into you with no warning.

"be thankful i'm fucking you of all people baby. be thankful this pussy has such a grip on me to get you on my bed every night," he sped up as he spoke filth into your ears.

wonwoo had a special way of making you feel like an object, something which you only enjoyed when it came to him. despite being such a fucking perv, you enjoyed the dynamic you had built, allowing him to play with your body however he saw fit as long as he made you cum. and jesus christ, did he.

"fuck," you felt the end coming near and began to push yourself back against him, grinding into him as much as you could despite his clammy hands having such a tight hold on your hips.

"im gonna make you cream all around me and then im gonna fill you up. okay, baby? then im gonna go back on stream while you keep my bed w- ah fuck. warm for me. if you're a good girl for me, i'll fuck you to sleep afterwards," he rasped out, losing his rhythm even further as he neared his own high.

a few more harsh thrusts later and you were creaming around him, tightening up so much that he, too, reached his peak, filling you up and letting go of your hips, causing you to fall flat against the mattress.

"fuck. baby, never show up like that here again. i almost died," he breathed out as he tried to do a decent job at cleaning you up a bit and tucking you under the covers.

despite his perverted treatment of your body, wonwoo was always sweet to you when his mind wasnt filled with sex (which admittedly wasnt often).

"you act as if i forced you to fuck me," you retaliate despite knowing you did wear that skirt with a specific purpose in mind.

"just shut up and go to sleep, baby. you'll need your energy back soon."

n/a: this is ass im rlly bad at writing men who r not obsessed with their s/o im sorry </33

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romanoffsbish · 3 months

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So Kiss Me

Natasha Romanoff x R

Natasha was a perfectionist, something that normally benefited her, but when it comes to dating she is a bit lost. In her time as a spy and single woman she’d shared her fair share of kisses, but with you she’d yet to find the perfect moment… | WC: 1,521

"Pull over!" Natasha looked at you incredulously, it was pouring down rain and you were on a highway, driving away from her failed attempt at a picnic date.

Just before she denied you she let her gaze linger on your face, you looked so enthralled by the storm; wordlessly she pulled off onto the side of the road, her red emergency lights flashing in the dead of night.

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If you were anyone else she'd have kept on driving, but you weren't. You were Y/N, the beautiful person who turned her world upside down just by existing. Gravity was lost on her planet though, so the vibe was wavy. All Natasha wanted was to make you happy so she stood beneath the dim light of the moon observing you. Not caring if it was cold and wet, because you were smiling.

After she helped you climb over a white fence and into a field you released her hand and began to twirl around the wet, open grassy area in a fit of infectious giggles.

You were perfect. This entire moment was, honestly.

Natasha wanted to dance with you, but she was lost in her depraved thoughts, of your lips pressing into hers.

It was too soon, right? Two months and four dates, alongside many a lazy night in at the compound, and she had yet to make the daring move. Was she scared?

No, she told herself she was just being cautious. If you move too fast then things are more likely to crumble to the ground and that was the last thing she wanted. In this moment though, where you are genuinely joyful she questions what even constitutes the perfect timing.

Natasha dreamed it could've been today, you'd have just finished eating: a pb and j for herself and a bit of snacking for yourself, a strawberry here, some cheese and cracker there, a brownie made by Wanda, always.

The thought made Natasha smile, she could only imagine the mess you'd leave behind on your face in your rush to gobble the treat down. Her heart would skip and she'd scoot closer to you with the excuse of needing to wipe your face clean. She'd tease the idea of trying a brownie herself, then she'd lean even closer.

You'd look at her lips, a jolt of electrified energy would surround you as your eyes met again. The desperation muddled into your sweet y/e/c eyes would compliment her desire. Natasha would gulp down her fear, masking it with a channeled confidence and kiss you firmly.

Soft and slow as her tongue swiped your lips, in a perfect world she would have you in her lap. It would be a gradual shift, and just as your thighs touched hers she'd squeeze your hips and slide her tongue into you.

Tasting the brownie, catching hints of a dark caramel, not caring for the way that it covers your natural taste. Yet she would be compelled to stay where she was, unable to separate herself from your affection until she felt your body tremble from the oxygen deprivation. As she'd pull away she'd hotly whisper, delicious—the brownies review; commentary laced with innuendo.

Natasha would observe you fondly, the moment you stop feeling a need to gulp down air you'll meet her gaze and your lips will tiredly upturn. The redhead would grin just the same as she lifted water to your lips. The both of you'd sip some down, silently regarding one another before the inevitable embrace.

You'd likely still have been there now, laid out on the blanket beneath her with your tongues entwined. A beautiful encapsulation of your heart's connection.

It would've been perfect...

Natasha caught you staring up at her, heart racing in her chest and she smiled, realizing it still could be.

"Fuck it," the redhead whispered under her breath. In two long strides she was stood right before you, leaving enough space for you to move away, but you moved right into her open arms with a radiant smile. The rain had soaked through the both of your clothes but you were warm and so content in her offered embrace.

Wonder; the look in your eyes, bright and refreshing as you stared up at your lover. Natasha's eyes were a bit murky, a silly fight going on in her stubborn mind.

"You're so pretty Natty," you giggled, a finger raised up to boop her flushed nose, "my beautiful Natasha."

The storm in her mind faded instantaneously.

Natasha was uncharacteristically nervous, even though it was near pitch black you could still see her face flushing under the bright stars. The redness on her nose from the cold trailed a bright stripe across her cheeks and you'd never seen her look more beautiful.

You sighed gently, "What's on your mind honey?" Natasha leaned more into your touch as your thumbs mindlessly stroked over her cheeks, comforting her. A stuttered breath left her lips, "C-can I kiss you detka?"

You grinned, heart racing incredibly fast as you pulled her face close enough that she could feel as you nod. A nudge to your nose and then her lips were on yours. It was like the atmosphere had thinned around you but it didn't matter, your urge to breathe was nonexistent.

If Natasha was a succubus you'd willingly submit, it was never a question you had but now it was answered. The taste of her blood should've alarmed you, but all it did was make you press your soft lips further into hers.

It was like you were trying to love her back together, kiss her until all her broken pieces fit as one again. A warmth spread through her chest and radiated off the brief smile you felt against your lips. Strong arms then wrapped around your waist until her hands could grip your hips and lift you off the ground. A continuation of the expression of her unbridled joy as she spun you.

Your legs dangled and clacked together momentarily until you followed your reflex to wrap them around her, pulling her front flush to yours; it felt natural, to finally be this close to your true love, bodies entwined.

There was no place else either of you'd like to be, even if the field was another's territory it felt like you two belonged here. At least for the time being as your relationship reached new heights; a melodic moan left you as her tongue sensually swirled around yours, her grip on your hips tightened and you both realized just how heated the moment was with your back to a tree.

Natasha's arms loosened, resting on the sides of your body now as she lowered your feet to the ground. Your head tipped back, hanging off to the side of the tree trunk, your eyes full of happiness gazed up at her.

A playful sigh left you when you saw her eyes dart to your glimmering lips. "Took you long enough, Natty."

Natasha gasped in offense, "What ever do you mean?"

"Don't get me wrong," you coo'd, hands going back up to cup her cold, wet cheeks, "This was perfect, but I just had anticipated it would happen far sooner."

"Oh," she squeaked, almost embarrassed but she steeled herself. "Mind telling me when sweetheart?"

Natasha chuckled when you shivered, a mental note made to remember how easily you react to her teasing.

"I was ready after our first date," you admitted with a dreamy sigh to follow, "It was a perfect night to me."

The redhead nods, remembering the moment too.

It was the most awkward night of her life but you only seemed to find her timid exploration of the situation endearing. When she grabbed onto your hand while in line for the massive rollercoaster you gently smiled, refusing to acknowledge the sweat coating her palms.

You wished she'd kissed you then. When she tried the cotton candy for the first time you wanted to kiss her. Seeing the glint of childish amusement in her eyes as the sugar melted on her tongue made you sentimental.

At the top of the ferris wheel, when she risked putting her arm around your shoulders you'd expected it then. Yet still, she missed the opportunity to lean in, just like she did that night when she left you at your own room.

"I thought you maybe weren't feeling me," you admitted with a regretful tone, "but then you asked me for a second date; I realized you were taking it slow."

"Wow," Natasha acknowledged, "I am an idiot."

You giggled, "It's okay Natty, truly, I appreciate the consideration you gave to our relationship so much."

"I just want this to work Y/N," she pleaded, "I need us to be endgame. Nobody else could make me happy."

"You wanna be my endgame?" Natasha nodded, and held your tilted face in her hand, then she instinctively leaned in for a kiss, stopping only briefly to whisper, "More than anything," against your parted lips.

"I want that too, Natasha." The moment was perfect.

Every single minute spent with you always was....

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shygirl4991 · 3 months

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A shout out to @cody-the-cat enjoy seeing the idea come to life! All art is by @alianarepasa do not repost! A Four Chapter special as thank you for all the support you guys have given me! Next Chapter

Summary: SMG3 just wanted to make himself a nice cup of coffee before the work day began, but when he takes a sip from his freshly brewed coffee and passes out he will wake up to a huge surprise. Three other versions of himself now run wild in the mushroom kingdom and he has to stop them before the world learns all his secrets.

Tags: Love Confessions, Enemies to friends to lovers, Romantic comedy, fluff and angst,

Bob was running for his life as he hears the crowd of angry mob members after him, he looks at the vial he stole from them. He knew it would sell for a lot on the dark web but he wouldn't be able to sell it if he ended up in the bottom of the ocean. Looking around for a place to hide it he sees Three’s coffee and Bomb, he nods dashing in the cafe. A victory for Bob no one was around, he dumps the vile into the coffee machine then runs out “I'M TELLING YOU I DON'T HAVE IT!” he dashes off hoping no one will find his money maker.

Unknown to him by tossing the vial in the coffee machine it cracked, the liquid spilling in the machine getting mixed with coffee beans and gunpowder creating something new. SMG3 walks out of the elevator still waking up as he ties his hair up ready for another day, he turns on the coffee maker ready for his morning brew. He hums looking outside noticing SMG4 was hanging out with the crew, seeing the man's smile made his heart flutter. He rolls his eyes at the dumb emotion, sometimes he misses the days he would plot against Four trying to kill him and take over his channel. Hearing the coffee making go quiet he walks over picking up his cup of coffee, still being half asleep the man didn't notice the drink was glowing a strange color.

Sitting down he sips his coffee as he opens his journal and starts writing, he pauses and stares at the drink “The hell? I don't have cherry coffee here…” his eyes went wide, finally noticing the strange color the drink was. He leaves the cup on the table shaking, he gets up feeling strange as he looks at the strange color drink “What…the..fuck did i?” he falls to the floor feeling weak. He coughs as his vision starts to get blurry, as he blinks he starts to see colors. Three shadows, Pink, orange and lastly dark blue.

He passes out hearing a soft giggle from a voice that sounds similar to his own.

He doesn't know how much time has passed as he gets up rubbing his head, looking around an orange blur catches his attention. He turns his head staring at the person in the cafe “Oh…i'm dreaming!” The person in the cafe with him was himself. The orange SMG3 looks up from his journal fixing his glasses as he smiles at him “Ah original your awake finally!”

He slowly stands up staring at the other him, getting a closer look while they do look the same. The other version of him had subtle differences, the man's violet eyes look into his ruby eyes before they close as he sighs “I apologize, you have awoken and i haven't told you who i am. Ahem I am Supermemeguardian3 in charge of your logical thinking, a pleasure to finally meet you.” He fixes his glasses as he walks over to Three to shake his hand, he slowly reaches grabbing his hand “Oh god this isn't a dream…”

Now that the other him was closer he noticed the skull on the hat was different and had an appearance of a book, his hair was loose free from any restraint not to mention his hair was more wavy then his was. Taking a step back, the orange version of himself let out a soft chuckle “Yes this isn't a dream, we don't know how we got here. I have been waiting for you to awaken in order to work together to get to the bottom of this!”

SMG3 shakes his head feeling himself ready to scream “What…what do you mean your my logical side?

With a hum he starts to twirl his hair thinking “Whatever happened caused a split, your three strongest personalities at the moment in time turn into us?” SMG3 slowly nods as he turns and takes the elevator down to his room, Orange Three stood there confused until he heard loud screaming “Ah i had a feeling original would react like that.”

After a few moments Three comes out of the elevator looking drain “We need to name you, no way in hell we are going to call each other three it will get confusing.” His orange version nods watching Three checking him out. As he examines the outfit the one thing that stood out the most was the skull shaped book logo on the hat and shoes, with a nod he has decided “Given your logo looks like a book, how about we call you book3?” Book nods and smiles at him “Perfect i accept the name.”

Now that the name part of the conversation was over SMG3 had one thing that was bothering him “You have mentioned three of you guys got out…where are the other two?” Book opens his mouth then frowns awkwardly looking to the side “uh well those two ran out of the cafe so fast…i couldn't stop them and they are currently outside in the mushroom kingdom,” he lets out a sheepish smile as SMG3 glares at him.

“Oh my fucking ugh come on book we need to find the other two!” he grabs books and as he storms out of the cafe. Currently his logical side is out in the open, he takes a deep breath trying to remember what emotion he could have been feeling at the moment this happened. He was drawing blanks as he walked around holding Books hand, this was strange he stopped looking at their hands. Holding hands with Book made his mind buzz, he closed his eyes to focus on the feeling. His mind became more clear, Book became worried that SMG3 stopped walking. He let's go out of his hand “Original are you okay?”

SMG3 opens his eyes seeing a concern Book “Yeah…holding hands felt odd not like with Four this was different,” Book nods “It must be due to the fact I'm you, maybe it's our meme power trying to take me back but something is preventing the fusion from happening?”

They both hum thinking over it, suddenly a huge explosion happens catching their attention. They exchange looks before running to the sound of the explosion, there they see a dark blue SMG3 on a roof of a restaurant “LISTEN UP FUCKERS I RULE THIS PLACE!” Three stares in shock at his other personality. He was dressed similarly to his old design, looking at the hat the logo was a skull in the shape of a spade.

Spade looks down, noticing SMG3 and Book “Well look who it is! Sup loser finally picking to be fun, also saw you brought original with you what up!” he smirks showing off his spikey teeth. SMG3 climbs the ladder nearby to get closer to his other personality “Alright, mind explaining why the hell are you throwing bombs around?” Now that he was closer he noticed the small difference that was on Spade also, the personality had brown eyes and it turns out his hair was in a spiky ponytail. How the hell can someone just scream edge lord this hard core “Uh duh Original we are a villain, come on we rule the graveyard why not rule over this fucking place that would teach that loser SMG4.”

Three sighs walking over and lifting up Spade “What the fuck?!” without a second thought he throws Spade off the roof making Book run and catch Spade “You have some learning to do scrub, but before we can learn we need to figure out where the last one of you guys are!” Spade pouts making Book laugh. Noticing he is in Books arms Spade blushes “HEY PUT ME DOWN!” Book keeps laughing as he puts Spade down. SMG3 climbs down “Alright Book, Spade let's go!”

Spade looks at him confused “Wait.. am i Spade?” Book nods before following Three, Spade rolls his eyes and walks after them.

As they walked down the road he started to think about the last personality, he was drinking coffee before it all happened “I bet the last one of you guys has to be a coffee mix with bomb!” Spade lets out an evil cackle “More like a bowl of fruit loops!” Three looks at Spade confused, before he could ask Spade gasp running up to a store his eyes sparkling. Three follows and sees a paintball competition happening, Book sighs as he now has both Spade and Three glued to the window of a paintball store “Guy’s we are looking for the last personality remember?” Spade waves his hand “Yeah yeah but one game couldn't hurt!”

SMG3 agrees as they both giggle running into the shop, Book awkwardly looks around before stepping into the store. Shroomy turns smiling at them “Oh hey SMG3! Uh, who are your friends?” he blinks noticing how they looked similar to three “Oh they are my er twins?”

Shroomy gasp “Oh gosh i didn't know you had brothers Three!” SMG3 nods, acting annoyed “Why do you think my name is SMG3?”

Spade stomps to the counter smacking the table “Listen we are here to shoot shit, and all I'm hearing is talking so shut it and let me shoot shit!” Shroomy nods, handing Spade and Three paintball guns, Book takes a step back not interested in the distraction “No point in being scared of yourself,” hearing this Three turns rolling his eyes “Scared? Please im SMG3 why would i be scared of myself?”

Book walks up to Three “Because you know deep down who the last one is don't you?”

Three glares at Book, how would he know who the last one is? Spade was about ready to knock out Book for getting in the middle till he catches a pink blur, he chuckles “So that's where you went.” He slips out of the store while the other two are fighting. They hear the bell of the shop and turn to see Spade leave, in a panic Three runs out catching the attention of the last personality. His eyes go wide as they look into pink SMG3 teal green eyes, nervously he looks at the hat getting his answer on who this personality may be. He swallows as he stares at the Skull in the shape of a heart, he gets a huge smile from the personality and shakes the bags in his hands “Hey guys! I was just shopping for our Blue!”

SMG3 slowly takes a step forward “Blue?” Heart giggles at his confusion “SMG4 duh, i mean how can you not have a nickname for our future boyfriend!” Heart smiles as Book chimes in “Logic, Evil, and Romance guess we are now all here right original?” Three felt panic grow as he hurried to grab the personalities hands, he attempted to focus on the buzzing feeling. But nothing happens, he lets them go and stares at his hands confused. Book frowns seeing how upset Three looked. “If I may, I think the reason it didn't work is because you won't let us in.” Slowly he looks up and stares at heart. His hair looked so fluffy and had his bangs heart shaped, this man screams valentines days. Heart gives a soft smile to him “Don't worry we will figure it out! Now who wants cookies, I made them in the shape of our love!”

Seeing the cookies and the loving eyes was enough for SMG3 to take a step back and scream. The worst thing to ever exist is standing in front of him and its Romance.

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aajjks · 1 year

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Scream, Baby. (m)

synopsis. He had a lot of victims but unfortunately, you became the victim of his love.

pairing: yan!ghostface!jungkook x fem!reader.

warnings: YANDERE, extreme themes, horror, mentions of bl*od, killi*gs, m*rders, d-ad bodies, self h-rm, obsession, unstable behaviour, possessiveness, unhealthy way of “loving”, manipulation, triggering themes.

part of @taetaecherub’s fear festival! ^^ please check out the other fics as well, all of them are a treat!!! 😭🙏

note. HAPPY HALLOWEEN GUYS. the collab finally comes to an end 💔 I had so much fun with all of the girls and the fics???? Oh my gosh. I had the chance to work with so many amazing writers. thanks neon for hosting the collab. I Hope you all will love this, leave feedback please? ENJOY.

wc. roughly around 3k

*not edited*

taglist. [will be added later]

Spending his time with you was his favourite part of the day, Jungkook adored you so much, you were his favourite, his favourite person, You were his only best friend.

“Jungkook! Not again, seriously?!” You whined, your voice like honey to him, Jungkook turned his head to look at you sitting on the couch right beside him.

He smiled. “What Y/N?” He knew but he just loved to hear your voice, so much.

He watched you as you rolled your eyes at him, Jungkook couldn’t help but smile.

You were just so cute.

“Another horror movie?! Gosh! JK, I seriously don’t get your obsession with them!” Jungkook clicked his tongue, looking at you with a lazy gaze.

“You know I love them almost as much as I love you, sweetheart.” He winked, flirty tone dripping from his lips.

You suck your teeth in. “Ehh you’re so bad at flirting,” laughing, you grab the remote from his hands.

Catching him off guard.

“But first… I want to watch the news.” It was Jungkook’s turn to roll his eyes, not at you though, never you.

Just at the upcoming situation.

Jungkook sighed, watching you change channels after channels until you come across your favourite one.

Fuck.

“One body has been found at the downtown Derryviles alley, the victim has been unable to be identified due to the disfigured face.” The news reporters voice echoed in Jungkook’s ears, his eyes glued on the T.V screen.

He remembered that so clearly. How could he not? He never forgot.

“This is the 34th victim killed with the same pattern. An unknown knife type used to stab the victim 17 times in the gut and disfiguring of the face.”

You gasped.

“JUNGKOOK?!” The man almost jumped from the couch at your loud voice. He turned his head towards your direction.

Your E/C eyes filled with fear and shock, you look at him like he’s the one who’s done this.

He is the one.

“W-What Y/N?!” Jungkook stuttered, avoiding your eyes. It was like you could see right through him, it was like you could see all of the things he’d done that night.

“I-It happened near the café…kook.” Your tone was wavy, Jungkook’s eyes softened, you were scared.

You were scared of him.

“I-I can’t believe this…. Th-This psycho killer is absolutely nuts!” You bite your lip, if your expression wasn’t so lovely, he would feel a little insulted.

You wouldn’t understand him even if he told you.

“O-Oh my god…. W-What if that killer kills me next!!?”

“ARE YOU STUPID?!” Jungkook cut you off. He grabbed your body and shook your shoulders, his eyes were wide.

How could you even think that?

Jungkook stared deeply into your eyes, his gaze filled with a dark glint, he chewed on his lower lip. You noticed a change in his demeanour.

He was being weird.

“I’ll always protect you! N-Nothing will ever harm you- I-I won’t let it! Don’t worry!” He sighed deeply.

“Are you okay, kook?”

He blinked, “I-I just don’t want you to be scared, Y/N.” Jungkook smiled, his shoulders relaxed, you noticed.

He was always a weirdo, you loved him for that. But his reaction was quite actually weird. But then again, it was your friend, jungkook.

“And didn’t you notice? Most of his victims are men anyways…. If anything? You need to protect me!”

“literally shut the fuck up!” you both giggled together as the news anchors voice faded under the loud sound of your laughter, you punched him playfully and his giggles only became louder.

“UGH STOOOP!” You cried as he tickled you. “I-I UGH NEED T-TO TELL YOU SOMETHING PLEASE!” You giggled from the sensation.

“What?” He breathed heavily, his eyes crinkled from his expression. “Did you know a creep tried to hit on me at the coffee house?”

Jungkook stopped laughing.

“But y’know that coworker of mine? y’know the one I think hates my guts? Come on! You know his name is Yoongi!? He saved me and shooed the creep away….” You stretched your arms, getting up to sit on the couch.

You felt your friends gaze on you. “Ahhh don’t worry kook, Yoongi is pretty good at intimidating people…. He can be pretty scary…”

No response.

“Also shit!!! I have to meet up with Do-il! Come on let’s finish the movie so you won’t whine about how I don’t give you time anymore.”

“Y/N?” After what felt like eternity, Jungkook finally spoke, you hummed, opening Netflix to put on Jungkook’s favourite movie.

“We’ve literally watched this so- You love me more right?”

You halted your movements, the atmosphere of the room took a turn, Jungkook wasn’t kidding around, he sounded so serious,

Scared even.

“Of course kook, you’re my number 1.”

He’s my boyfriend, and you’re my best friend.

“Can’t you stay with me… tonight?”

“No I can’t, kook.”

Jungkook’s brain itched. He couldn’t see you with that loser any longer. That prick had to die.

Jeon Jungkook, your best friend hated your boyfriend, Do-il.

He was an insecure man, deeply so, he was naturally territorial of you, he didn’t like sharing his anything with anyone but you.

You.

You were always the exception. You never could truly understand your friend, why was he so attached to you? Maybe it could be because of his childhood?

You didn’t fully know it but you knew that Jungkook had some trauma because of it, as you finally walked out of Jungkook’s apartment, the cold breeze almost left you breathless.

It’s cold.

Unlike Jungkook’s apartment, you wondered as you walked. Today was awfully cold, and now you were going to meet your boyfriend at a random coffee place.

And tomorrow was Halloween. That was the only good thing awaiting you. You loved the season so much.

Your phone vibrated, taking your attention, you quickly took it out of the pocket of your coat and saw your aunts name flashing brightly.

Pressing on the green option, you pressed the phone into your ears.

“Aunt Hae-Soo!” There was some sniffling noises when you spoke into the phone, the sound continued and you were starting to get concerned. “Are you okay???”

“Y-Y/N! Dae and Han haven’t come home since almost a week! I-I even filed a police complaint b-but I’m so worried!” The woman on the other line cried as you walked to a quite spot,

Your heartbeat immediately dropped as you heard her.

they couldn’t-

“Aunt!! Please calm down….. I’ll try to call Dae… he always picks up…. Please don’t cry…” you almost cooed with a heavy heart.

How could this not be a big deal when there was a literal psycho serial killer on the loose?

“Please I-I am so worried, Y/N are you safe?!” Your aunt lived in another town, you didn’t want to worry her more.

Maybe she had seen the news.

But you were safe right?

“Y-Yes absolutely! Aunt Hae-Soo don’t worry… I’ll call dae but you please please take care of yourself!” You looked around to see some people on the road walking.

It was almost 7 pm.

“Okay dear but please let me know and you also stay safe… I saw the news about your town… oh Jesus…. What is wrong with this world.” Your aunt exclaimed.

You let out a laugh at her sentence.

“Don’t worry!”

The line finally went dead and you quickly made your way to the cafe.

Jungkook was almost losing control.

He couldn’t bear to look at the ugly asshole any longer, even behind the mask, it made his eyes itch just to look at his covered unconscious face.

His basement was dark, eerily so. Park Do-il was a shady man after all. Do-il didn’t deserve you, his best friend.

You deserved someone who worshipped you. Not an unfaithful ugly piece of shit guy.

Jungkook worshipped you. He loved you so much. He was so much better than this guy who lived in a shitty apartment with a creepy basement.

You deserved so much better than him.

“What does she even see in you?” Jungkook scoffed, talking to your unconscious boyfriend. He sucked in his breath,

Jealousy was burning inside him like an erupting volcano.

“first of all, you are ugly, you don’t like scary movies and…. You are an unfaithful asshole to my Y/N!”

He took out the familiar knife.

His beloved after you.

The buck 120 shined so brightly every time Jungkook used it. The silver was so beautiful, pointy.

It went into the guts of people so smoothly. He cherished it so much.

“Ahhh finally I can kill you and have my Y/N all to myself.” Jungkook giggled, “you can’t even protect her, unlike me. You know what I did to that bastard who tried to harass my girl?” Jungkook glanced at the knife, lowering it to do-il’s abdomen.

Twisting it so deeply inside his gut that it made a cringey noise.

Seeing the way the knife pierced directly into his skin made jungkook feel so excited, it was the first time he was killing one of his victims without his mask.

“I twisted the knife so deeply into his heart almost like this. that fucking asshole screamed so loud, gosh!” Jungkook continued.

He bit his lip as he pulled the knife out and in, repeatedly. so fast that the blood slashed on his face.

Jungkook hated messing around but right now? This was almost orgasmic. He was thinking about you.

Ways to console you, his plan was almost complete. You were going to be his forever.

“I’d love to ruin your fucking face but then my Y/N would get suspicious…. She’s so smart… my precious girl….” Jungkook cooed to the unmoving body.

“Fuck yes! You are finally dead.” Jungkook checked his wrist and sighed in delight.

“I never wanted to give you a quick death but to have Y/N… I had to.”

“Now I’ll just have to wait for her to reach your apartment.” He kissed the knife, the blood stained his lips.

“As she should be, by now.” Jungkook aimed the knife towards his arm. “Now to make my plan successful, I’ll have to stab myself.” He swiped the dangerously pointy knife across his right arm.

“It doesn’t hurt that much, surprisingly.” He shrugged, repeating the same thing right across his abdomen, making sure to look convincing for you to believe his,

Bullshit story.

“Baby…. You will finally be mine…”

You felt like crying.

Being stood up for the sixth time by your boyfriend was embarrassing to say the least, there was a serial killer on the loose, your cousins were lost and It’s Halloween eve and you are crying while standing at your joke of a boyfriends door.

“Open the door, do-il!” You softly knock on the door, trying to control your emotions. Your heart broke, how could he do this to you?!

You knocked again and again.

Until it opened. A hand came out of the door and pulled you in before you could even say anything.

“Do-il you ass! What are you doing!?” You cried as the hand pushed you into his home.

The light bulb made it easier for you to see the man standing so close to you and you gasped.

“J-Jungkook?!?” You almost screamed but the guy hushed you. You looked up and down to take notice of his appearance and a shriek left you.

“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU??! A-AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN DO-IL’S APARTMENT?!?”

You were so confused now, what the fuck was wrong with today?? “Y-Y/N hush! Come on. I-I have to show you something!”

Jungkook took you towards the staircase to your boyfriends basement, this was beyond freaky, “where the hell is Do-il?” The man didn’t leave your hand. You looked at Jungkook’s dirty clothes, dirt everywhere. His arm was bleeding furiously.

Just what the hell had happened here?

“Jungkook you’re bleeding!” This was concerning, your heartbeat was dropping as jungkook and you entered the basement.

His hand left yours as you stood in the dark until jungkook turned on the light switch.

The light was bright on your eyes, you blinked twice.

“What the hell.” You cursed as you tried to open them. Your eyes were sensitive, as your vision cleared.

And your knees started to shake, the view infront of you made your world crumble.

“W-Who’s that…” you saw a body in a black cloak, the face was barely covered by a weird face on the mask.

“Go ahead, and see for yourself.” Jungkook didn’t look at you but his gaze was set ahead on the body.

“Go Y/N.” Jungkook urged you on, taking your hand in his once again, your feet taking you near the body.

There was blood oozing out of it.

“J-Jungkook…” you stuttered with fear, the bile in your throat was rising, “this is the serial killer.”

“Park Do-il aka the psycho killer who killed so many people.”

Your brain registered his words, but your body paralysed with shock, goosebumps on your skin rose.

“I got a text about two hours ago… with an unregistered number with this address and a question from a horror movie quiz.”

You listened and listened, your lips sealed, this was crazy, this couldn’t be true.

“I came here because I knew this was your boyfriends house… but as soon as I entered? He attacked me.”

Jungkook stole a glance at you, you were petrified, the colour from your face disappeared.

He felt bad.

“B-But hes t-the one that’s d-dead!”

Jungkook chewed on his inner cheek to stop his frustration from building up, you were so annoyingly smart.

He loved you for that.

“Exactly. He attacked me- he was acting crazy he was going on about how he thought you were cheating on him with me- h-he wanted to kill me and you!”

Jungkook made sure to conceal his tone into one of fear. “H-He even confessed to killing that guy you told me a about! He’s crazy Y/N,

It was all his plan… he was going to kill you- I-I had to protect you.” Jungkook was a good actor. The tears came out so easily as he hiccuped.

“H-How could not have known that he was behind all of this?!” Jungkook grabbed your busy, his hands on your shoulders.

His heart hammered so loudly. “I-I c-can’t believe this…. D-Do-il was the killer all along?”

Jungkook wanted to kiss the tears away from your eyes, his plan was almost successful. “Y-Yes! Even I was shocked! I had to kill him before he could kill you Y/N!”

“Don’t scream, baby… it’s okay… I got you. I love you Y/N… I’m sorry I had to kill him.” Jungkook pulled you in for a hug.

Breathing so deeply into your embrace.

“I-I…. thank God you’re safe, kook.” You wrapped your arms around him. “Let’s g-go from here…”

“You did the right thing by killing this psycho bastard…He deserved to die.”

Yes, my 35th and final victim.

Your eyes traveled towards the silver bloodied knife, it was the same one from Jungkook’s apartment.

A buck 120.

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anodymalion · 25 days

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Oh man oh man I just saw an Outer Wilds fanart done in the style of a tarot card and I had to immediately drop everything I was doing to think through what an all-Outer-Wilds version of the major arcana would be. I think I have it, it's under the read more because it's long and also there are major major spoilers (unsurprisingly).

0. The Fool: The Hatchling This one is easy. The hatchling is at the beginning of their journey, stepping into the unknown.

1. The Magician: Pye Bringing intention and direction, choosing a path, and channeling cosmic power - yeah I think Pye of “science compels us to explode the sun” fame fits this pretty perfectly.

2. The High Priestess: The Nomai Statues Ok, I kinda struggled with this one, but I think it works. Hidden knowledge, dealing with the mind, the subsconscious vs conscious, veils between worlds. The statues are mysterious and they transmit your knowledge to your previous selves. That fits decently well and also I don’t have a better idea.

3. The Empress: Timber Hearth Ok, I really struggled with this one. I’m going for the themes of creation, life, nature, and nurturing by choosing Timber Hearth since it is literally where life in the solar system grew. I'm not happy with this but whatever.

4. The Emperor: The Vault Authority, establishment, control to the point of domination. They sealed the Prisoner in the vault for defying the system. Plus the Vault looks cool and imposing so we have that going for us.

5. The Hierophant: Solanum Connecting to the past, passing on wisdom, initiation into a spiritual practice (aka reaching the QM). Yeah this is Solanum.

6. The Lovers: Nomai Graveyard (Emotional damage pt 1) I’m so so sorry but it works so well. What says love besides holding your friends close as you all asphyxiate to death?

7. The Chariot: Your Ship Maybe this one is a little too literal but I still think it fits. Determination and drive, knowing where you want to go, overcoming obstacles. Also it's literally your ship. It works.

8. Strength: Chert I’m going to be honest.... Chert is here because they were the only traveler that didn’t have a card that clearly fit, and I couldn’t leave only them out when I gave all the other travelers cards, and I didn’t have another idea for what Strength should be. Hand-wavy explanation: view Strength as getting to the core of confronting your fear and anger and pain and coming out the other side, and, well, Chert having a existential breakdown and then coming to a place of calm acceptance about the inevitability of death sort of… fits…. look just pretend this one makes sense and let’s move along quickly -

9. The Hermit: Feldspar Self-explanatory. The literal solitude, yeah, but also Feldspar is this mentor figure who guides you on your journey, and is apparently happy to just sit and chill in the nightmare hell that is Dark Bramble. It works.

10. The Wheel of Fortune: The Advanced Warp Core in the ATP Change, fate, turning points, cycles - and the breaking of cycles. This is another easy one.

11. Justice: The Prisoner There are a lot of ways you can interpret this. You have the Prisoner defying their society’s rules in an attempt to do what is right, and the strangers believing they were dispensing justice by imprisoning them but actually causing harm. The more I think about this one the more I like it.

12. The Hanged Man: Gabbro Another easy one. Taking a pause to rest, passivity, acceptance, independence, seeing things differently. Plus you even get the literal imagery of them hanging on the hammock, floating in zero-g. This is a slam dunk.

13. Death: The skull + flower from the Strangers’ visions of the Eye Letting go to allow the world to change and let new things grow is literally what this vision is about. Plus it’s a skull! I mean it’s right there.

14. Temperance: Riebeck Steadiness, moderation, plus the duality of Riebeck being terrified of space but still choosing to go out into it.

15. The Devil: The Eye Signal Blocker Destruction, complicity in oppression, avoiding accountability, confronting fear (or avoiding doing so). Oh yeah I’m so on board with this being the Eye Signal Blocker.

16. The Tower: The Interloper (Emotional damage part 2). The destruction of the status quo, disaster, tragedy, upheaval. There is no question here.

17. The Star: The Eye Searching for purpose, navigating a path, themes of renewal. Plus it even kinda has a star-like shape. It’s the Eye.

18. The Moon: The Quantum Moon Look, sometimes the literal choice works. Mystery, secrets, illusions? Yeah, that’s QM alright.

19. The Sun: The Sun Who could have seen this one coming??? ….The thing is… the meaning of the tarot Sun card absolutely doesn’t match the purpose the sun plays in Outer Wilds. But there is nothing else that could be the sun. It’s the sun!

20. Judgement: The Campfire in the Starry Forest Facing yourself, facing the truth, acceptance, ultimately letting go so that you can reach the end. Yeah.

21. The World: The Big Bang The end, and the beginning.

#I *need* to learn to draw fr so I can do this aghhhh #outer wilds #outer wilds spoilers #echoes of the eye

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roosterforme · 2 years

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Is It Working For You? Part 7 | Rooster x Reader

Just in case you need to start at the beginning or visit an earlier chapter, check out my Masterlist!

Summary: Your first date with Rooster, and all that entails. When Bradley is honest with you, he's being honest with himself.

Warnings: angst, fluff, some swears, adult banter, getting more into 18+

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Wednesday, Thursday and Friday consisted of simple greetings and longing glances. Bradley knew you didn't want attention brought to the two of you, so he kept it under wraps at work. The only one of his friends who knew you two had even kissed was Phoenix. Well, and Bob, who was so nosy, he managed to butt into your conversations with Nat all the time.

Bradley also spent a lot of time in the air, preparing for the mission. Maverick was up everyone's ass about being perfect, which didn't leave much time for anything else.

But you did text with him every night, just like he promised you would. And Thursday night, as he was climbing into bed, you had sent him a screenshot of your conversation, showing him that you hadn't changed his contact name from Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3. His insides melted.

If this is what having a smart, sexy, caring girlfriend felt like, then sign him up. He absolutely wanted that. He just needed to get you on the same page.

He was showered and ready to leave, sporting his very favorite Hawaiian shirt, one that had once belonged to his father. He took one last look in the mirror. He looked fine, hair looked good. You seemed to like what you saw well enough to want to kiss him, so he headed out.

It's not like he was taking you anywhere fancy, and he felt kind of bad about that. He just thought you would like this place, with your hot sauce obsession and proclivity for drinking good beers. As he pulled the Bronco into your apartment complex, he channeled Carole for a moment. He would be a gentleman, well... as much as he could. He would not sleep with you on the first date, probably. And just in case, he had condoms in the glovebox. He was all set.

Bradley ran up to the third floor and knocked on your door, and you opened it almost instantly, like you had been waiting for him.

"Hey, Sweetheart," he said as you pulled him inside. "You look gorgeous."

That was an understatement. You looked incredible, and definitely overdressed for where he was taking you. Your hair was down and wavy, and your dress was short and red, his favorite color. You even had on high heels.

He made a mental note to take you somewhere fancier next time.

You threw your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "You look nice too, but Bradley, seriously, how many Hawaiian shirts do you have?"

"You want to come over and help me count them one night?"

"That's either a pickup line, or you need someone who is extremely good at calculus to help you with the math. Either way, yeah, I'm down for that."

Bradley laughed and threaded his fingers through yours. "You are wonderful," he whispered next to your ear and you absolutely preened at his words and his attention. "Ready to go?"

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You cruised along the coastal roads with the Bronco's windows down, your hand gently wrapped up in Bradley's. Neither of you said very much, you just stole glances at each other and listened to his music, which was a really fun Motown playlist.

"Your taste in music is impeccable," you told him as he pulled into a parking spot.

"So is my taste in women."

You bit back a smile and turned to watch the sun setting over the water.

"So did we drive all the way up to Del Mar just for dinner?"

He smirked. "You'll see. And I'm paying for everything. Don't even test me this time."

"But I love testing you. It's really entertaining for me."

Just hearing you say the word love was too much for him.

"Yeah, well you're already good at it. Phoenix must have given you some pointers." He jumped out and came around to help you out of the car, lacing your fingers together as you started walking up the sidewalk. "Speaking of Phoenix, well, I was going to wait until later to ask, in case I completely blew this date with you and desperately needed some way to secure a second one... but she asked me if you might want to go to the Padres game tomorrow afternoon. She's got four tickets. Phoenix, Bob, me and you?"

You pretended to think about it for a couple seconds. "Yeah, I guess. At least that way I wouldn't have to spend time alone with you."

"Hey! That's not fun-" he started, but you cut him off with your lips on his. You smiled against his mouth and he pulled you against him.

"So you're already asking me out for a second date? One where I would be spending time with your friends too? That's bold of you. We could end up having a super weird conversation tonight. You could end up trying to sneak out of here early," you told him as you trailed your fingers up his shirt collar and into his hair.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you soundly on the lips. "I'm willing to take my chances."

The restaurant was quirky and colorful with a full bar and tons of shelves full of hot sauces. "This is so fun!" you exclaimed after you had both ordered food and some beers local to southern California. Some other patrons were selecting hot sauces from the shelves. "Are you supposed to just walk around and pick out what you want to try?"

"Sure, knock yourself out."

You walked over to the shelves on the far wall and chose two that sounded good. When you came back to the table, Bradley had one in front of him as well. It was the green sauce from the cafeteria at the base that you liked so much.

"Hey, that's my favorite one!"

"I know," he said as your beers were delivered to the table. "It's a brand new bottle. You can take it home, I bought it for you."

He was too much. You'd had several boyfriends before, and you weren't sure any of them even knew what color car you had, let alone your favorite kind of hot sauce.

"Jesus, Rooster, you're making all the other guys look bad," you told him, and he blushed. He actually blushed.

"I just really like you, Sweetheart."

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Bradley thought he must have been doing something right. You couldn't seem to stop touching him. Whether it was holding hands and playing footsie during dinner, or the way you currently had your hand tucked in the crook of his elbow, he was all for it. As the two of you walked along the nearly deserted pier across from the restaurant, you said, "Tell me something embarrassing."

"You want to know something embarrassing about me?" Bradley asked, clearly confused.

"Yeah, I do. Like, you seem a little too perfect right now. This is the best date I've ever been on. Dinner was a hot sauce lover's wet dream. And you're being sweet and actually seem to be listening to me."

"Why would I ask you out to dinner and then not listen to you?" he asked, secretly beyond pleased that this was the best date you'd ever been on.

"You'd be surprised what us women have to endure. Have you had like ninety girlfriends or something?" you asked, as he backed you up against the railing of the pier

"No. Two."

"Two?"

"Two girlfriends. I'm thirty-five and I've only had two girlfriends. Is that embarrassing enough for you?"

"No, it just makes you sound extremely picky. Tell me something embarrassing."

Bradley sighed and put his hands on your hips, briefly letting his head fall to your shoulder. "Fine. Have you ever heard Phoenix call me 'Soul Sister' before?" You shook your head no, and he lifted his face up to look at you. "Well, she does sometimes, because about five years ago we were working out together in the gym on base, and she put my earbuds in by mistake instead of her own. You want to know what she was playing on her phone? Metallica. You want to know what I was playing on my phone? Hey Soul Sister by Train."

You burst into laughter, head tilted back as you howled. "Oh, that's good!" you squealed, wiping tears from your eyes. "I wouldn't have expected you to be shit at making a gym playlist!"

"It's a really fucking good song, Y/N," Bradley whispered to you with a smile. This made you start another round of laughter.

When you finally calmed down, you wrapped your arms around his waist and put your head on his chest. "Thanks for sharing that, but it just made me like you even more. Hey, did you and Phoenix ever date?"

"God, no. Never. Never anything at all."

"Why not?" you asked, convinced Bradley would be able to get any girl anywhere to do anything he wanted.

"I think because... she was one of the only people I always felt like myself around. She lets me just be me. No judgments. I know that sounds silly, but I've known her for a really long time. And now it's your turn to tell me something."

"Something embarrassing?"

"Anything. I want to know everything about you."

You lifted your face away from his chest and leaned up to kiss the scar running across his Adam's apple, and you felt him shiver. "You can ask me anything," you promised.

"Where did you grow up?"

"Maryland. My parents still live there."

You placed another gentle kiss to his Adam's apple.

"Do you have siblings?"

"No, just me."

This time you kissed his chin.

"Are you close with your family?"

"Yeah, pretty close."

Another chin kiss.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Yellow. The shade of dandelions."

Now a kiss on his cheek.

"How many boyfriends have you had?"

"Five."

You pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth.

"What made you change your mind about going to dinner with me?"

You looked up at him and tilted your head a bit. "It wasn't just one thing. I mean, as soon as I turned you down the first time, I regretted it. My friends had a holy cow over it too, so I knew I'd messed up pretty badly. You're sweet to me, but you're not a pushover. And you're smart and good looking, but you're not cocky. And when you fly, you're really good to your teammates. I like listening to you over the radio in the tower. I... don't know what I'm doing, honestly. I guess I just know what I don't want, because I've already had that. And I thought you would just be more of the same. And then I got so jealous at the Hard Deck. I thought for sure you were done with my shit at that point. And then football happened, and I absolutely needed to kiss you-"

Bradley's mouth found yours, and he eased you back against the railing with his body, caging you in. Your hands slid up under his shirt and met bare skin. "I'm glad you changed your mind. And I hope I'm half as good as you just described me," he rasped between kisses.

"So good," you murmured against his lips, slipping your tongue into his mouth. You slid your fingers along the top of his jeans and pulled him closer. You were met with a moan and some filthy kisses. Just as your hand slid down to his fly, he tore himself away from you.

"You're gonna to be a handful, Baby Girl, aren't you?" Keeping his dick in his pants tonight was going to be way more difficult than he originally thought. Your gaze was so lust filled, he almost decided to skip the second half of the evening and drag you to the back of the Bronco.

Bradley abruptly checked the time on his phone. "Shit, we're gonna be late," he said, taking your hand and guiding you back up the pier.

"Where are we going?" Your voice sounded out of breath, just fanning the flame inside him.

"Have you ever been to a silent disco?"

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Bradley held you against him as you rode the elevator to the rooftop of a swanky beachfront lounge. You played with the buttons on his shirt, totally unsure about what a silent disco even was. But tonight had been absolutely perfect so far. You just wanted more and more time with him.

As you stepped into the darkness outside again, you were surrounded by lots of couples, strings of fairy lights, a beautiful bar with a glass top, and a DJ booth.

"Welcome," greeted a girl who scanned some tickets that Bradley handed to her. "Here are your headphones. There are three channels, and the DJ is about to start. Let me know if you need anything."

Bradley slung his headphones around his neck, and you did the same with yours. "What is going on?" you asked, matching his smile with your own. "Are you going to explain this to me now?"

"I've never actually done this either, but it sounds fun. So basically, the DJ has three channels, and he plays three different songs. You can switch between pink, blue and green on your headphones," he explained, turning on his headphones and switching channels. The sides lit up a different color as he changed them. "Everyone ends up dancing around to whichever song is playing on the channel they are listening to, but nobody is really making any noise, since you can only hear the DJ through the headphones."

"This might be the best thing ever," you said, sliding your headphones into place and tuning in to the blue channel. Bradley was smiling so much at you, you could feel your heart squeezing. You took his hand and pulled him into the crowd as an 80's throwback song started playing in your ears. He quickly changed his station to blue as well, and you two danced around wildly with everyone else.

Eventually you decided to see what was on the green channel, and he changed his as well. You both went back and forth, taking turns selecting songs and mouthing for the other to join you.

"Pink!" you insisted, reaching up to change his again, but he shook his head and demanded blue.

His lip syncing along to Britney Spears and Cher was actually quite good, and you both really seemed to enjoy grinding along to some classic R&B. The night air felt amazing, and there were stars above the fairy lights. Everyone around you moved with their partners in their own little worlds.

After a few more songs, he switched to the pink channel, and leaned in to change yours as well, brushing your hair away from your face in the process. It was playing one of the Motown songs he had on in the Bronco earlier. You wrapped your arms around his neck and danced closer to him. The song ended and another one started, but you stayed together.

"Do you want a drink?" he mouthed to you, pointing his thumb toward the bar. You just shook your head right away, wanting to stay exactly where you were. He wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you against him.

Both of you stayed that way for a long time, but finally Bradley rubbed your back and you looked up at him. He pulled your headphones away from your right ear and said, "It's getting pretty late, ready to head out?"

You only nodded, afraid to speak and break the magical spell you were under. He guided you into the elevator, his hand caressing your lower back, bunching up the fabric of your dress and making you crazy. You rode back down to the first floor with your lips all over his neck. He groaned as he guided you along the sidewalk toward the Bronco. You were getting very handsy, but you couldn't help yourself, and you didn't care if anyone else was looking.

Somehow Bradley got you in his car and buckled your seatbelt for you. "You always do that," you said with a breathy laugh.

"I'm a full service kind of experience," he joked, and you pulled him in for another kiss, your lips absolutely mashing against his, your fingers messing up his hair. He kissed you so hard, your head was wedged against the leather headrest and his unrelenting lips, his mustache just adding to the sensation. He leaned down lower, letting his mouth taste your neck and the skin just above the top of your dress. He sucked on you there, probably hard enough to leave a mark for you to enjoy later. You moaned and let your head lull to the side, and suddenly you felt nothing but cold air as Bradley closed your door and walked around the back of the Bronco.

"Holy shit," you whispered, trying to catch your breath. Had you ever wanted a man so badly before? You were aching and wet, and you wanted to take him to bed.

Bradley climbed in, started the engine and his hand was immediately on your bare thigh. He caressed your skin so serenely while he drove the twenty minutes back to your apartment, singing along softly to the playlist. If he was as worked up as you were, he wasn't showing it. As you approached your street, you asked him, "Are you going to come inside with me for the night?"

He swallowed hard, squeezing your thigh with his massive hand. "I would love nothing more at this moment than to be in bed with you. But no, not tonight, Sweetheart."

"Why not?" you whined, taking his hand and easing it further up your thigh. You were just a couple inches away from getting what you really needed. His fingers were so close.

He shook his head, licking his lips and groaning to get control as he parked. "Because you told me you know how guys like me are, and you're probably not wrong in what you're thinking. But I like you, for more than just what you can give me right now, and I need you to know that. I need you to take me seriously," he told you, his eyes pleading. "Plus... my mom would totally disapprove of us fucking tonight if she knew just how much I like you."

"Bradley," you whimpered as he removed his hand from your body. You unbuckled yourself and sat up on your knees, facing him. "Give me your phone. I'll call your mom right now and explain to her that I'm so horny I might melt into a puddle, which would definitely ruin this upholstery."

Bradley snorted out a laugh and shook his head sadly. "Trust me, if I could do that I would, Sweetheart. But my mom died when I was sixteen."

"Oh," you gasped, some of the lust receding from you. "Oh, Bradley, I'm sorry, I-I didn't know that."

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Bradley didn't know why he told you about his mom in that moment. He wasn't trying to completely turn you off. Really, he was having a lot of fun getting you more and more riled up. The fact that you wanted him as much as he wanted you was a massive turn on.

He watched as you crawled over the center console, careful to keep your high heels from digging into him or his car seats. He welcomed you into his lap and you straddled him in such a way that provided him some comfort but was also hot as hell.

He was already in it now, so when you stroked his cheek with your thumb he also told you about losing his dad at age four. "I can't remember much about him. That's the hardest part. He was a naval aviator. That's how he died," he whispered into your hair as you leaned against his shoulder and slipped your hands around his neck.

"I'm sorry. That's horrible, Bradley," you said as you held him. Slowly his breathing synced up with yours, and Bradley couldn't think of a time he had ever felt more relaxed. The knowledge of losing both parents while he was still a kid was just a part of his DNA that he had to live with. But your response made him feel good. You didn't coddle him, and you didn't look at him like he was a lost cause.

"Maybe one day, if you feel like it, you could tell me about them?" you whispered, nuzzling your nose against the side of his neck, right under his ear.

"Yeah, I think I will," he rasped, rubbing the outside of both of your bare thighs with his hands. "You're something else, Sweetheart," he said before kissing your shoulder. The heat and intensity from earlier were gone, but they were replaced with something tender. He wasn't sure what this was, but it was good. It was what he needed.

After some sweet kisses and more snuggling, Bradley walked you up to your door, your fingers laced with his. "Thanks for the best date ever," you told him with an adorable grin.

"I didn't ruin it by bringing up my dead parents?"

"No, Rooster. Everything you do and say just makes me like you more."

He pressed his lips to yours in a goodnight kiss that was the perfect combination of sexy and sweet. "I'll pick you up tomorrow for the Padres game."

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I love the idea of them enjoying music together. It warms my heart. Also, the following chapter will contain smut for 18+ readers only. Consider this your final warning (or, alternately, get excited!).

Part 8

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Plus One Chapter 2

Summary: Once upon a time, you made a deal with the school freak that if he ever got famous then he'd invite you to be his plus one at a red carpet event. Now a decade later an invite shows up at your house asking you to be the +1 to Eddie Munson, front man of Corroded Coffin. (1)

Tags: modern!au, Eddie and Reader are in their late 20's/early 30's after the deal is made. Rockstar!Eddie. Friends to strangers to friends to lovers, references to Flight of Icarus characters. Eventual smut. No use of y/n, reader description is as vague as possible

No beta, we die like Jason Carver.

Eddie Munson

The name echoed in your mind for the rest of the day, bouncing around and trying to connect a name with a face the whole time you were at work. Of course this was the one day that you had forgotten to charge your phone, and were stuck in an endless loop of trying to figure out who it was.

Without your phone you were stuck listening to the radio on the way home. You flipped through the different stations, trying to find any channel that was playing music and not on a commercial break. The screech of an electric guitar gave you pause, giving the song a good five seconds to impress you before you continued your channel surfing.

The sting of the guitar rocked through your car and penetrated your brain in a way that felt electric. In five seconds you had removed your hand from the radio dial and were focused on driving again. The roads were empty this late at night, allowing you some extra room in your mind to enjoy the song. Vocals came in, scratching your brain in a pleasant way as you caught the final chorus before it faded out and the DJ came back on.

“And that was Corroded Coffin with their latest single Storm.” Announced the DJ, and you nearly slammed on the breaks from shock.

Corroded Coffin. The invitation. Okay, so it had to be a joke, right? There was no way that the letter that had appeared in your mailbox was really addressed to you from them.

It was only by pure luck that you were able to speed home without any cops pulling you over. You rushed into your apartment and grabbed the invitation that had been left on your counter before shoving your charge cable into your phone.

When it didn’t turn on right away you hurried over to your laptop and opened it, thankful that there was no delay. You made quick work of typing in ‘Eddie Munson’ and ‘Corroded Coffin’ into the search bar.

The results were instantaneous as pictures of a band popped up, as well as a flood of articles about the band’s latest goings on. You scanned the results and pulled up the latest one about how the band had been nominated for Best Metal Album at this year's Hellfire Awards. You quickly learned that the Hellfire Awards were a pretty big deal in the alternative music scene as everything was decided by the fans rather than a panel of industry judges.

You pulled up another article focused on Eddie himself and you stared at the picture as you started to remember who this man was. You got up and went to your closet, haphazardly pulling out boxes and bags until you found an old stash of high school memorabilia that you never looked at but never could bring yourself to toss.

At the bottom of the box was the thick yearbook from your graduating year. You flipped through it quickly to the Senior photos, singing the alphabet song in your mind as you made your way to the M’s for-

Eddie Munson. (insert funny senior quote here)

You stared at the picture for a good long while as you tried to comprehend what was actually happening. You brought the book to your laptop again, comparing the pictures of the Rock God on your screen to the awkwardly smiling kid in the photo. Yes, that was definitely him. He hadn’t changed much physically, his hair was still long and wavy and he still had bright and expressive brown eyes.

Memories began seeping in, as you thought back to the few weeks before high school ended. You flipped to the front cover of the book now, scanning the many signatures of long forgotten friends and the few of those you still talked to. There in the corner of the page was a message in scratchy handwriting, as if the pen had been refusing to work.

See you when I’m famous! Eddie Munson

You grabbed the invitation again.

A deal’s a deal.

His handwriting was somehow worse. Didn’t he have to write his autograph a million times a day? How was it worse? But it was still the same, and you found yourself laughing. Actually, you were in damn near hysterics as you pressed your face against your hands. This had to be a joke, right? One of your friends realized that someone that you both went to school with was famous, and had made this elaborate invitation to...

A deal’s a deal.

And if you forget to come back for Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.

You set the yearbook aside, sliding the invitation safely inside. Turning back to the computer, you started looking through Corroded Coffin’s past accomplishments; they'd been on the scene for a few years now, but had exploded in popularity in the past year and a half. They’d even played in Indianapolis just a few months ago and you were none the wiser.

That night was spent in a spiral of reading over articles, and (admittedly) stalking social media. Each of the band members had their own socials combined with the main Corroded Coffin page. You also skimmed the socials for WR Records, but didn’t find much interesting other than tour dates and updates on the other artists under the label. Oh, and you now knew that Eddie was about two years older than you. Huh.

The band was... chaotic. They posted a lot of videos behind the scenes, of them playing pranks on each other, lip syncing to other songs, and there seemed to be a running joke of everyone hiding Gareth’s drumsticks in weird places.

Magazines also seemed to love getting Eddie shirtless, especially tattoo magazines. They also liked him not wearing pants. They liked him in as little clothing as they could legally get away with.

It’s research. You told yourself, attempting to justify it. He has nice tattoos and I just want a good look.

Managing to tear your eyes away from the photos, (and ignoring any warmth you felt in your stomach from them) you found yourself smiling as you turned on their music as you watched years of curated material unfold in front of you in a few hours. Their music was good, really good, and you wondered why you hadn’t heard them until recently.

Oh right, you were stuck on listening to the same couple hundred songs since high school. You really should branch out.

It was really late when you finally forced yourself to close the laptop and go to bed. You laid down and stared at the ceiling, holding the heavy yearbook on your chest thinking back to those last few weeks of school. Some memories were sharper than others. You closed your eyes trying to remember as much as you could. Eddie. An old notebook. A stupid worksheet. His smile. Some were less clear. Prom night. Graduation, forgotten small talk in the hallways.

Your crush.

Your heart jumped in your chest as you remembered that. Oh, right. You had a crush on him for those last few weeks, hadn’t you? You pressed your face to your pillow and let out a groan. Actually, this was no longer today’s problem. This could be tomorrow's problem. You put the yearbook aside and turned off your lamp and went to bed.

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So as it turns out, tomorrow’s problems do, in fact, become today’s problems. You weren’t very thrilled about this as you read the invitation for the hundredth time over breakfast. How the hell were you even supposed to respond to this invitation? There was no RSVP or return address or phone number!

Maybe it was a prank? But the only other person who would know about that deal you two had made was Eddie right? Or maybe you’d told one of your friends back then? But then why would they just now try a prank?

Your phone buzzed and lit up next to you and you looked it over. A notification from WR RECORDS was blaring at you from your screen. You turned the brightness down on your phone hoping that it would help lessen the shock. It did not.

With shaking hands you fumbled to open the message. It was clearly addressed to you.

“Hello! This is Paige Warner from WR Records reaching out on behalf of Corroded Coffin to confirm that you received the invitation that we sent out for this year's Hellfire Awards.”

You stared at this for a long time. You closed the message and checked the account that it was sent from. It had the official small check that meant it was a verified account. You felt like you were going to be sick.

You re-opened the message, read it again, closed it, checked the account again to make sure that your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you, panicked again, set the phone down, did a lap around your house and opened the message again.

This cycle would repeat at least two more times before you finally forced yourself to type a reply.

Which you instantly deleted and opened the message on your laptop instead, as if changing the technology you were viewing it on would somehow make this any different.

Read receipts were on. FUCK.

You googled how to turn them off for this platform. You could not. Double FUCK.

You’d left WR RECORDS on read for going on 45 minutes. Triple FUCK.

“Got it!!”

You sent the message before you could stall any longer. You cringe at the two words. Why did you double up on the exclamation points? Anxiety was spiraling through you at a million miles per hour before another messaged popped up.

“Great! Would you have a moment to talk to me about making arrangements? I have a few moments free right now.”

You hadn’t felt this nervous since you interviewed for your current job.

“Yes, I have time!”

Your answer looked so robotic and generic on the screen, but there was no time to think about that as your laptop screen lit up and started ringing. A video call. WR RECORDS was trying to video call you. This had to be illegal. It had to! You were in your fucking pajamas and WR RECORDS was trying to video call you.

You spent ten seconds trying desperately to make yourself look presentable and threw on your robe over your pjs. At least the robe was clean and didn’t have any holes in it. You tightened it around you as much as you could. Took a deep breath and answered the call.

A woman a few years older than you appeared on screen. She had short dark hair and a face full of freckles. “I’m so sorry for the last minute call.” she said. “I’m Paige Warner, I’m the manager for Corroded Coffin.”

Your throat felt dry as you choked out your name with a nervous smile. Of course you’d left your drink in the kitchen and there was no graceful way to grab it now.

Paige wasn’t here to waste time or make small talk, she jumped right into it. She didn’t even blink at your outfit. “The annual Hellfire Awards will be held a month from now. We are willing to offer you travel expenses and hotel to come down, and the band has also agreed to pay for any hair and make-up as well as an outfit to wear onto the red carpet.”

“Red carpet.” You said dumbly. Wait you were going to- they wanted you to what.

“Yes, Eddie specifically requested that you join him on the red carpet.” Paige said, furrowing her brows. “He said that you would remember your deal.”

“I, uh...”

Paige looked at her watch and you could tell that she was starting to get antsy. “I can have plane tickets and a hotel booked for you by tonight. All I need is for you to sign this agreement and have it sent back to me before 5 pm PST. I’ll have it sent to your email. Now, about your involvement with-”

She didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence as there was suddenly a lot of background noise as it sounded like people were filing into her office.

“Paige, can you hide the drumsticks this time?” came a voice off screen. “We’re running out of ideas.”

“Jeff, I can’t right now I’m currently talking to-”

“OH! Is that her? Let me see!” Jeff suddenly ran on screen and your eyes nearly popped out of your head at the site of the bass player appearing behind her.

“Hi! You’re Eddie’s friend right?” He smiled wide at you, and all you could do was nod.

Friends? That seemed generous for the situation but it would have been rude to say otherwise.

“Oh shit, I should go get Eddie to say hi!” Jeff said, tossing the drumsticks down onto Paige’s lap and running off.

“Jeff, no!” she called after him but you had a feeling that her protests weren’t going to mean anything. You froze up as the idea of seeing Eddie again started to sink in.

“I’m so sorry for him, they all get excited too easily.” Paige said. “Jeff, I said no I need to finish this call and then I have other work to do! Work on this computer!”

Jeff just appeared again, grabbed the back of her chair and rolled her away with the biggest grin. “You can pretend to be us and post boring updates on our account later. The internet isn’t going anywhere.”

The absurdity of this was not lost on you and you covered your mouth with your hand to stifle a giggle. This was playing out as if it had happened a hundred times before, and off screen you heard Paige’s exasperated sigh. “Five minutes.” she said firmly.

“Thank you, five” Came the sound of not just Jeff’s voice but another voice.

The sound of another rolling chair echoed through your crappy computer speakers and at first all you could see was the lower torso of a t shirt as someone moved into frame before they sat down in front of the camera.

Eddie Munson. Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson.

Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin.

“Uh, hi.” he said with a wide grin, and a wave and you desperately tried to reconnect the wires in your brain to say hi back.

Last night you’d seen carefully curated pictures of him, making him look untouchable. You’d seen him on stage holding his guitar, looking like a Rock God. You’d seen him spread out over pages of magazines, wearing clothing that was specifically tailored to make him look like, well, like he was better than any normal person. You’d even seen him wearing damn near nothing, covered in tattoos making him damn near look like a porn star.

Now he was sitting across from you (virtually) with his hair pulled back in a sloppy bun, and a faded t shirt with a questionable stain on it. There was unshaven stubble that looked like it didn’t know if it was growing out or if he’d forgotten to shave for the past few days. For five seconds, you felt like you were in high school again, as you finally managed to talk.

“Hey.” you said back. Nailed it.

“So you’re coming right?” Eddie said eagerly, and even with the lower quality of the video call (which was because of your internet, and not Paige’s webcam, you were sure of), you could see the way his large brown eyes showed excitement.

“You really want me to?” you blurted out. You couldn’t help it, none of this seemed real. Hell, you hardly believed that someone from Hawkins High School had managed to get out of the sad town and become famous. This was a lot to learn in two days.

“We had a deal, remember?” Eddie said. “And I’m not gonna risk you cursing me because I forgot to invite you the last four and a half years.”

“Well... I guess I should go then.” you replied. “I mean, if I don’t then I’m going to have to learn how to curse-”

“You’re allowed to say ‘fuck’, we do it all the time!” yelled out Jeff from behind Eddie.

“Shut up, Jeff!” Eddie grabbed a piece of paper off of Paige’s desk, crumpled it up and threw it at his bandmate. He was laughing through and when it made contact with Jeff, he fell down dramatically. “Ignore him, we’re all idiots.” Eddie turned back to you.

There had been a time in high school where Eddie Munson was regarded as a freak, a delinquent, a druggie, someone dangerous. When you had been paired together for a worksheet, you found yourself at ease with him, talking to him as naturally as you would any other friend. And now, nearly a decade later, he was a celebrity, a legend, constantly being swarmed by fans and groupies and paparazzi. Yet here you were, laughing at his antics the same way you had all those years ago.

Freak. Rock Star. Eddie Munson.

You found your shoulders relaxing and you were smiling at him. “It’s fine, I guess I’ll start with cursing Jeff and working my way through the band until I get to you.” you told him.

“You can’t!” protested Eddie. “I’m holding up my end of the deal! We said five years and if you don’t come to this one you’ll have to come to the Accolades and I think you’d curse me for that one anyway because it’s so boring.”

“Boring? The Accolades? You mean the biggest event of the year for all the tabloids?” you asked. It was hard imagining any of Eddie’s life being boring.

“Worse than Higgins’ speech for our graduating class.” Eddie said seriously. “You thought he was long winded? The Accolades are just a bunch of old farts who like to pat themselves on the back and insult anyone who doesn’t meet their standards.”

You nodded. “Alright, yeah, I guess I would have to take up witchcraft for that.”

“Wait, is she actually a witch?” Jeff said, finally getting up and walking back over.

“If she comes to Hellfire we won’t have to find out.” Eddie laughed and looked directly into the camera. It was unnerving, because that meant that he was getting as close to direct eye contact with you as he could in this current situation. Your heart jumped as his expression shifted. “You are coming, right?”

Maybe it was his big brown doe eyes, or the sincerity in his voice. Maybe it was the small ember of a crush that you had long thought was snuffed out. Maybe it was the way you had already exhausted yourself from your earlier anxiety. Hell, maybe it was the fact that you’d seen him nearly naked for a magazine spread just hours before.

You couldn’t say no, even if you wanted to. And you really did not want to.

“Yeah.” you said quickly. You’d figure out getting time off somehow. “Yeah, I’ll be there. Just tell me where to go.”

Eddie’s chair was pushed away and Paige returned to the camera with a small protest. The five minutes were up.

“I’ve sent you an email with an NDA. Sign it, and we’ll get everything taken care of.” she said.

You wasted no time pulling up the email on your phone, giving it your electronic signature, and sending it back. Though, maybe you should have wasted a little time reading a legal document. Well, it was too late now.

“Alright, you two need to leave now.” Paige said to Eddie and Jeff. “I have to finish up with her here.”

“Wait, what about the drumsticks?” Jeff asked.

“I already hid them.” There was a light in her eyes that you liked. She wasn’t all business, it seemed.

Eddie stuck his head back into view, giving you a full smile with teeth. “I’ll see you when you get here!” he said before Paige shooed them both away again.

The last words you caught from Jeff were a muffled ‘day off’ and ‘campaign’, followed by the clicking of a door.

The next few minutes was Paige gathering your information and giving you a brief rundown of the papers you had just signed. She said that she’d be in touch with you within the next week to send you all of the travel information and to email her with any questions or concerns.

When the call finally ended, you were left staring at the last message sent by WR RECORDS with Paige’s personal email address. It wasn’t even noon and you’d already talked to a former-classmate-turned-rock-star, dodged allegations on being a witch, spoke to the manager of a metal band that you had only just started listening to the night before, and RSVP’d yes to walk the red carpet for one of the biggest alt music awards shows.

You closed the laptop, called out of work, and went back to bed.

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nyxvamps · 8 months

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Underworld Children

So like I did with some of the Olympian gods, here's how some of the children of the underworld tend to look/act.

I hc that, since there are less of these children than other demigod children, they have closer relationships with their parents and often spend time in the underworld with them.

Children of Thanatos:

They tend to have grey or black hair though the coloring of the other parent has sometimes come through. usually curly

Their eyes are usually a light yellowish brown with their iris' being bigger than usually given them a wide eyed look.

Many of his children sometimes are born with silver eyes like Thanatos' twin Hypnos and some of his children

They all are born with avian style wings, though the coloring can be anything from black, silver, white, brown, etc. Bc of magic, they are able to hide the wings when necessary but two scar like lines go down the shoulders where they would usually be.

Fangs. These are retractable to a normal size and length and not all of his children get them.

Can be the type to be cheerfully morbid. Think of how happy the Addams Family is when it's raining and grey outside.

Have a very positive or neutral view on death. Since it is literally their father, they never fear it but tend to see it as just another aspect of life. Like having to go to an appointment.

Children of Hypnos

They tend to have darker colored hair that curls or is wavy

Their eyes are usually silver but some have had yellowish eyes like Hypnos' twin Thanatos

Some, but not all, are born with wings. it's a very 50/50 chance that you will be born with them. They tend to be more unusual colors like purples, blues, pinks, etc.

They very rarely get fangs but their eyes do tend to change more drastically than their other cousins (ie, the whites of their eyes being taken over by the color of their iris' when they use their powers.)

They can either sleep anywhere under any condition or they need very specific conditions to even be able to relax. No in-between.

Usually are very chill and have an easygoing personality.

Can get very irritated if they have not sleep their usual amount and it makes them come across as passive aggressive and rude without meaning to.

Love to meditate and will often do it when bored or if they have to wait for time to pass. During this time they may speak with their father or grandmother, or channel energy into their powers.

Children of Charon

Weirdly enough, they usually have very dark red (like ariel red) or brown hair. almost always curly.

They also have more yellow eyes.

They don't usually have wings but many have fangs. they aren't retractable so they usually smile with their mouths closed and sometimes mumble because they try not to open their mouths often when they speak around mortals or other demigods that might look at them weird.

They tend to be very analytical and like to observe and learn

The most likely to keep a grudge but you'll probably never know they have something against unless you they want you to.

They tend to be the closest with their grandmother, Lady Nyx, since Charon is always in the underworld so when they visit him, they always stop by to see her.

Are the type of people to look miserable while at work but they are actually thriving and really enjoy what they are doing (if it is a job they like, if not then they are actually miserable. help them.)

They just have chronic RBF but very sweet smiles when they give a real one.

All:

They are always very close with their cousins. it can sometimes come across as very cliquey when at camp as they find each other and then group up.

This is also probably because they've usually met eachother when they were young in the underworld so they have more history than with other demigods

They call their grandmother, Lady Nyx: Grandmother, Mother Night, Mother Nyx, Lady Night. It depends on the situation and who is around.

usually more well trained then other demigods when they first get to camp bc, since there is very little of them compared to other cabins, they tend to be partially trained on their powers and some weapons by their parents.

Lady Nyx adores her grandchildren so they will receive at least one small blessing from her in their life time. Usually at birth and it can range from the ability to see in the dark or to manipulate small amounts of darkness or create tiny stars in their hands. Usually something small but fun and it helps them connect to her.

sarcastic little shits. All of them. When in the underworld, they are usually very respectful to other deities they meet but will backtalk and sass in a way that is subtle enough that they can't get in trouble for it. Lord Hades, loves and hates whenever he runs into them bc its funny when they do it to others, but when it happens to him he wants to strangle them a little. (alot)

I don't know to much of Nyx's other children but when I do some research I will be back with the others

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Following on from the success of his debut album last year, James Vickery has returned with his new single, “The Reason”. Highlighting his signature buttery smooth vocals, the track hears the UK R&B artist showing his appreciation for a significant other.

Produced by Fred Cox (Rag'n'Bone Man, Mabel, RAYE), it’s another impressive laidback slow jam from James in a similar vein to previous releases such as “Until Morning”. Speaking further on “The Reason”, James says, “After my album I was trying desperately to find something that made me feel something the way a lot of those songs did.

“I had an idea to recreate some of the most (in my opinion) romantic songs of all time. I can’t lie, 'Wonderful Tonight' by Eric Clapton and 'Movie' by Tom Misch were big inspirations for me. And with this bedroom soul/R&B sound I had to draw inspiration from the greatest to have done it, D’Angelo. 'The Reason' is about that stage with someone where it’s now become more than love that nothing else matters anymore.”

“The Reason” is available to stream now.

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Hey, I was wondering if you could write something about phantom? There's barely anything out there 🥺

Hey anon! I would love to <3 This is a little Phantom x Reader for you :)

I’m sorry it’s so short! I don’t know why I struggled so much with this one, got intense writers block. Hope you enjoy!

You’re sat on a couch in the common area, mindlessly flicking through the channels on the TV. It’s late, and once again, you just couldn’t drift off to sleep. Sighing softly to yourself, you stand up from the couch and make your way to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea. You hear shuffling footsteps enter the kitchen and you turn around, seeing Phantom stood in the doorway with a sleepy smile on his face.

“Hey, Phantom.” You mumble quietly, too tired to acknowledge him properly. Phantom is still pretty new, freshly summoned from the pit; and he had seemed pretty quiet as he took his time to settle in.

“Hi… Why are you up?” He replied sleepily, his tail swishing behind him slowly.

“Oh, uh, I couldn’t sleep.” You answer, taking a sip of your tea as you look at the ghoul. His wavy hair was a mess and his eyes were half-lidded, like he just woke up. He had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders as he tilted his head at you.

“I hope I didn’t wake you…” You add, sheepishly.

Phantom shrugs in response, looking at you with that same sleepy smile.

“Don’t worry, just wanted to check on you.” He says, stifling a yawn.

Making your way out of the kitchen, you sit back down on the couch with a sigh. The couch dips next to you as Phantom sits down, immediately snuggling into your side. You let out a chuckle; you always adored how affectionate the ghouls can be, especially when they’re tired.

“You aren’t gonna go back to bed?” You ask curiously, your hand coming up to run your fingers through his hair.

“Nah… M’gonna keep you company.” He mumbles, draping his arm over your waist as he settles in against you. As you stroke his hair, you can hear a low purr rumbling in his chest. You let yourself lean back into the couch, pulling Phantom slightly closer for comfort.

“Anythin’ bothering you? Or you just couldn’t sleep?” He asks, his voice quiet but sweet.

“Eh, I don’t know. Nothing in particular…” You respond, still running your fingers through his hair.

“You sure?” He mumbles, turning his head to nuzzle his nose to your neck slightly, making you shiver.

“M’sure…” You reply, your voice barely above a whisper. The ghoul hums quietly, nuzzling his nose up closer to your jaw as his hand gently strokes across your side. You sigh contentedly, relaxing into his touch. He purrs quietly, staying snuggled into your side.

It doesn’t take long before you’re both asleep on the couch.

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camlannpod · 3 months

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Here's our wonderful producer and composer Amber (@tincanaudio) talking about how Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hello's inspired the Camlann theme tune!

You can catch Amber talking about the process of scoring Camlann on release weeks on Wednesdays from 8-10pm GMT on the Tin Can Audio Twitch channel. They're joyful streams!

Video description: A clip from Twitch that shows a small popout live video of Amber in the top right, and an audio editing project file filling the screen. Amber is a white person with bob-length, wavy brown hair.

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this-is-ris · 17 days

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Thank you for the tags everyone! Take a seat, or grab her hand for a journey into some Ris Lore Basics!

B A S I C S

-Name: Ris Dei-ijla -Nicknames: Haven (as called by her partner, Qara) Glasses (by a friend, named Fish) and Rissy (Dinky Dinky’s name for her) -Age: 55 -Nameday: 12th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon -Race: Rava Viera -Gender: CIS Female -Orientation: Pansexual -Profession: Gleaner, Herbalist, Fledgling Apothecary

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

-Hair: Thick wavy blanket of dark brown hair, absolutely fluffy and soft. Always woven with fresh flowers and herbs. -Eyes: Bright jade, constant glow to them. Wears red-hued eye makeup around her outer and lower lids. -Skin: Tan, freckles all over from head to toe. -Tattoos/scars: None to speak of, will on occasion wear body paint reminiscent of her tribe.

F A M I L Y

-Parents: Ceres Dei-ijla (mother) -Siblings: many sisters (some known, some unknown) -Grandparents: Unknown/Deceased -In-laws and Other: self adopted brother Bem Dei-jla. -Pets: Rabbit named Pancake

S K I L L S

Abilities: -Channeling aether, for use with summoning or healing magicks. -Use of a guard stick/glaive -Use of tomes if practicing summoning magicks. -Aethersight that can read one’s emotions/aura to an extent. Hobbies: -Gardening/Foraging, Reading, Dancing, baking sweets and preparing medicines for her friends and loved ones.

T R A I T S

-Most Positive Trait: Selfless and willing to help just about anyone. -Most Negative Trait: Worrying too much for others’ safety and wellbeing where it may seem she loses sight/trust of them being able to handle themselves just fine.

L I K E S

-Colors: Purples, greens, blues -Smells: Jasmine, oud wood, vanilla, moss -Textures: soft delicate flower petals, dewy moss on tree bark, velvety tuft of fur, smooth leather cover of a well-loved notebook. -Drinks: Teas, botanical beverages, fruit juices

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Doesn’t go out of her way to, but has done some experimenting with special grasses she may come across.. Just for science. Drinks: Socially, with friends and at her favorite taverns when passing by the area Drugs: only drugs being of the medicinal variety she tests for herself (to check for side effects) aside from that, not recreationally unless we’re talking special grasses again..hehe Mount Issuance: a chocobo she was given a great deal on during her first time visiting the Shroud, named Lilah. Ris prefers traveling on foot, so oftentimes Lilah will just be her trail companion to share company with and be in charge of carrying their food and blankets. Been Arrested: No, but she has been (self) exiled! (:

This was super fun and I know I am a bit late so won't try and tag too many if I have seen one for you @justatheo @the-white-snake @prudentfolly @bemsbigboom (no pressure, but just in case~)

#ffxiv oc #ris dei ijla #tag game #rava viera #oc basics #oc lore #I hope you enjoyed!!

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jflemings · 5 months

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— messier

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: chris and y/n’s relationship finally hits it’s breaking point

warnings: insecurity if you squint, swearing, breakup, general angst

your fork hit the almost empty plate with a loud clank, gaining the attention of a nearby waitress. all you could do was shoot her an apologetic, tight-lipped smile before looking back to chris in front of you.

he remained indifferent “i’m just saying, y/n—”

“stop talking” you harshly whisper, making him freeze in his place “you and i are done chris”

your words hit him hard as becomes momentarily breathless. he watches you stand and grab your purse before stepping around the table and heading towards the counter to pay for your portion of the meal. despite the boiling blood pulsing through your veins, you remain polite to the hostess as you swipe your card forcefully before turning on your heel and making your way out of the restaurant, not knowing if chris was following you or not.

the sound of your heels clicking on the pavement distract you from the sound of a second pair of feet tailing you out the door. only when a hand grabs at your elbow are you brought back to reality, the feeling of slightly calloused hands rubbing against your moisturised skin.

chris’s bright blue eyes are blown wide, practically pleading as he looks at you “you can’t just say we’re done and then get up and leave me! don’t i get a say?”

you scoff “get a say? chris all you’ve been doing since we got to the restaurant is talk!” pulling your arm out of his grasp roughly you continue “i can’t believe you can sit there and say that i’m such a mess, acting as if i don’t have my shit together! sorry i’m not twenty running a business or a successful youtube channel but i work my ass off!” you spit, breathing becoming more ragged the longer you let yourself get worked up.

chris reaches for you, aching to comfort you when you’re like this. the warm lighting of the restaurant created a halo behind him, defining his wavy hair and broad shoulders that are confined to the long sleeve, white button down he’s wearing.

tonight was meant to be special for the two of you. chris had booked a fancy restaurant in downtown la to celebrate your one year anniversary, promising a lovely night for just the two of you. unfortunately the night hasn’t gone how you’d hoped, the two of you quietly fighting across the table almost as soon as you sat down.

first it had been a sly comment about the skin tight dress you’d chosen to wear and how you didn’t need anyone else but him looking at you, then it was about how he’d hardly seen you at all this week due to your busy work schedule. you had merely scoffed and thrown it back in his face by reminding him of all the times he’d ditched you to go hang out with female friends. you had admittedly snapped, but it wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it, he was sloppy with his time management and had managed to make you feel second best in your own relationship.

of course he had defended himself, and his friends, which lead you two here, out front of the restaurant on your one year anniversary.

“i wore this dress because it’s one of your favourites!” you exclaim, gesturing to yourself “i’m so busy at work because i’ve been saving up my leave so i can come to boston for christmas, like you wanted!, my whole life practically revolves around you and you can’t even give me a fourth of that energy back”

chris’s face softens “baby that’s not true” he whispers, once again reaching a hand out to you “you know that those girls are my friends. you’re the only one”

your eyes narrow at him and you feel your blood boil further “no chris, i actually don’t know that because you won’t give me an ounce of reassurance!” swiftly turning on your heel, you begin to make your way park to the car park with chris hot on your heels.

you unlock your car and slide into the driver’s seat, taking off your heels and throwing them in your back seat as chris gets in the passenger side. you can practically feel the steam blowing out of your ears the longer the silence drags on, the two of you sitting in the parked car quietly.

“this isn’t love, not anymore” you sigh sadly, voice quiet and shaky as you speak into the quiet

chris says nothing, instead leaning his head back against the head rest of his seat. tears prick at your eyes and a lump lodges itself in the base of your throat.

“so you’re not in love with me anymore?” chris asks quietly, his own voice beginning to betray him

you shake your head “chris i’m so in love with you, to the point where you could treat me however you like and i’d still come crawling back to you” you breathe, turning your head to look at him “and i think you’ve known that longer than i have”

it’s his turn to shake his head “y/n that’s not true” he whispers, his blue eyes now looking in yours “i couldn’t imagine treating you less than you deserve” he practically pleas, making you scoff

“what the fuck is this then christopher!? the possessiveness, the sly comments, the lack of reassurance! you think i deserve that?” your words spit rapidly at him like venom, melting holes in his facade the longer he sits in the car with you.

“…no, you don’t deserve that”

“you’re damn right i don’t”

chris messily runs his hands through his hair, making his arms flex underneath the white fabric of his shirt “i’ll make it up to you, y/n, okay? i swear!”

you turn the key in the ignition, not looking at him or acknowledging his words as you begin the drive back to his place. bile rises in your throat as you turn your unsaid words over and over in your head. you needed to be clear with him, you couldn’t leave any room for misunderstanding when breaking up with chris.

truthfully, this isn’t the way you wanted this to end. when the two of you first began dating you were sure that you could change him, make him want to do the long term thing with you. you had been foolish and naive to think that you could change someone like chris. he had been the best boyfriend you’d had at first. he always treated you with respect and kindness and had effortlessly carved out a you shaped hole in his life.

changing someone like chris isn’t easy though. the mentality that he had when you first met him had eventually come back to bite the two of you in the ass when he first began to pull away from you. he had told you that it scared him to love someone so much and that he wasn’t even sure he could do the long term thing. stupidly, you had reassured him instead of running for the hills, telling him that it was more important that the two of you focus on what’s happening in your relationship in the present and not the future.

you had lied straight through your teeth that night, you knew what you wanted and you knew that you were in it for the long run with him.

that conversation plays over and over in your head as you pull up to the curb, pulling your car in park and sitting there in silence for a moment

“can we please just sleep on this?” he begs, eyes downcast in the tense moment

it takes all your courage and strength to not just give into him again as you shake your head “i deserve someone who wants to commit to me as much as i do them, i can’t be with you if that’s not even an option for you, chris”

his eyes go wide as panic and truth set in, he opens his mouth to protest before you swiftly cut him off “i’ll come pick up my shit tomorrow after work” you say quietly “please get out”

chris’s head hangs low on his neck as he leans over the centre console of your car for a final time. he places a sweet kiss to your cheek before pushing the passenger side door open and stepping out “i’m sorry baby”

screwing your eyes shut, chris shuts the door and walks into his complex, leaving you with only a blurry image of his back walking away from you and your relationship for the final time.

#pegs writes #pegs sturniolos #chris sturniolo blurb #chris sturniolo angst #chris sturniolo fic #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo imagine #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #Spotify

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