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scoonsalicious · 18 days

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Unwanted: Chapter 20, Uninhibited - Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, alcohol consumption, drug use, dirty dancing, questionable choices.

Word Count: 3.1k

Previously On...: You're still throwing up :(

A/N: BRING ON THE BAD DECISIONS!

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"How do I look?" you asked Wanda and Nat as you came out of your bathroom in your outfit for the party. When Tony had told you your party was going to be 90s themed, you'd been over the moon, since the last time you had a birthday party was probably actually in the 90s. Yes, you'd all gone out for drinks and dancing when you turned 21, and then for a fancy dinner when you turned 30, but it was the first time you'd actually given in to Tony's pleading to let him throw you an actual party, and he was pulling out all the stops, so you wanted to make sure you looked your best. And if looking your best happened to stick it to a certain super soldier, well, that was just a bonus.

"Oh my God," said Nat at the same time Wanda whispered "Holy shit." You were wearing a black leather mini skirt with thigh-high boots and a navy and silver handkerchief top that barely covered your tits. You'd curled your long hair into loose, beachy waves and Nat had done your makeup.

"You look like a fucking seductress," Nat nodded in appreciation.

"Barnes is not going to know what hit him," Wanda concurred.

"If Barnes knows what's good for him," you replied, putting in a pair of large silver hoop earrings and checking out how they looked in the mirror, "he won't even show up tonight. Besides, I only have two goals for the evening: Celebrating my birthday with my best friends and; Getting over one man by getting under another one."

"Amen to that!" Nat cheered, raising a glass of pre-game champagne Tony had delivered to your suite. "Tonight, you flirt with anything that has a penis." Catching Wanda's pointed expression, she added "Anything that has a penis that is not already committed to another vagina." Wanda smiled appreciatively.

"Please, Natty" you said, grabbing your own glass of champagne and toasting with her, "tonight, I'm flirting with anything that has a pulse."

"That's my girl!" Nat wrapped an arm around you and squeezed. You would have fun tonight, Bucky Barnes be damned.

You could hear the thumping of the bass long before you reached the doors of the banquet hall. The party was already in full swing. Before you entered, though, Nat grabbed onto your elbow and palmed something into your hand.

"Happy Birthday, Pocket," she said with a wink, before letting you go and allowing you to open your palm. Nestled inside was a small, white pill.

"Nat!" hissed Wanda as loudly as she could to be heard over the bass, "did you just hand Pocket drugs?!"

"Relax, Wanda," Nat said, rubbing the other girl's arm. Turning to you, she added "It's just some molly. Take it if Barnes shows up and you need to manufacture yourself a bit more fun, that's all." And she threw you a wink. "Just don't tell Mom and Dad."

"Thanks, Natty, but, if anything," you said with a smile, putting the little pill in your pocket in case you needed it later, "Tony'll be pissed you didn't bring enough for the whole class." You hoped you weren't going to need it, but it was rather comforting having it on hand. You hadn't done MDMA in years, and the idea of taking it again was thrilling.

"Fine," said Wanda, and you could both tell she wasn't thrilled with your actions. "Let's just go inside and have a good time, okay?" The three of you linked arms and made your way through the doors to the banquet hall.

It had been positively transformed. Usually, it was the place where Tony held his fancy dinners for visiting heads of state who wanted a look at what the Avengers did all day, tonight it had become a rave out of a fairy tale. There were bubble machines sending cascades of multi-colored bubbles through the air, everyone dancing with glow-sticks, and a DJ booth hung suspended from the ceiling. Tony had brought in what you suspected were real trees and had decked them out with twinkling fairy lights; there was even a fountain in the middle of the dance floor. It was something straight out of your dreams.

The room was crawling with hundreds of people. Most of them you vaguely recognized as people who worked in various positions in the Tower, some old colleagues from Stark Industries, and friends from outside of work, but scattered throughout were the members of your family. You spotted Clint and Laura dancing together in a corner of the dance floor while Nirvana's About a Girl blared, Sam flirting with three different women at the same time, and Thor over by the bar with Steve, a bottle of Asgardian liquor being passed around between them. Maria Hill was sitting in a lounge chair talking with Helen Cho and Vision. You were pleased to see neither Bucky nor Jade in your initial sweep of the room. With any luck, they wouldn’t have the balls to show their faces.

"This is incredible," you murmured, though you were sure neither of your friends heard you over the roar of the music. No one had noticed you'd arrived just yet, so you took the moment of anonymity to just soak it all in. Tony and Pepper had done all of this for you. You couldn't think about it for too long, or you would start to cry right there. They weren't connected to you by blood, but they loved you better than your real family ever had, and you were struck with an overwhelming surge of gratitude and appreciation for them both.

"Oh no!" Nat shouted over to Wanda. "She's getting misty-eyed! We need to get her a drink, STAT!"

You laughed as your two best friends dragged you to the bar. As you entered the throng, people began converging on you, wishing you a Happy Birthday and giving you more hugs than you'd probably ever received in your entire life. It was impossible to not feel the absolute love that came from everyone around you. You nearly toppled over when Wanda pointed out the giant table of presents that sat, waiting for you, in the far corner of the room. Never in your entire life had you felt so appreciated, and coming on the heels of how Bucky had discarded you, you felt your heart soar with love for all of these amazing people.

At the bar, you caught the attention of Thor and Steve, the latter doing a double take at the sight of you. Thor immediately enveloped you in a bear hug, his massive arms dwarfing your body as he picked you up.

"Happy Birthday, my Lady Pocket," he bellowed, planting a loud, sloppy kiss on your cheek. "I would offer you some of my Asgardian mead in celebration, but I fear it would be far too potent for your tiny human body to handle. I would not want to be responsible for your death on this day we celebrate your life."

"Thanks, Thor," you said as he finally put you back down, "I'm fine with good old Earth alcohol tonight."

The bartender handed you a frozen drink without your asking. "It's tonight's signature cocktail," he responded to your confused expression. "The Plum Pocket." Your face soured. The Plum Pocket was a drink you'd invented for Bucky months and months ago. Half of a plum because he loved the taste of them so much, strawberries, (because you loved them), raspberry liquor, lemon syrup, vodka, and a bit of sugar blended with ice into an almost smoothie-like consistency, with some lemon zest for garnish. How would Tony even know about them?

No, you were not going to think about Bucky Barnes tonight. You were going to enjoy your drink, dance, and get your flirt on. In that order. There was no room on tonight's agenda for wallowing in self pity over someone who didn't give a shit about you enough to keep his dick in his pants.

You took a sip. It was damned delicious.

"Hey," a soft voice spoke to you over your shoulder. You turned and looked up into Steve's face. His eyes were slightly glassy.

"Enjoying that Asgardian mead, Cap?" you asked with a teasing grin.

He smiled, a flush creeping up his cheeks at being called out. "Happy Birthday, Pocket. I um... I wanted to tell you, you look really pretty tonight."

The compliment took you aback. You didn't think Steve had ever complimented you on your looks before. He must be far more drunk than you first thought. "Thanks, Steve," you responded with a smile. "I'm glad you're here."

"I'm glad you're here," he murmured.

Before you could say anything else to him, there was a drop in the music, and a spotlight lit up Tony Stark in the DJ booth, dressed in his full Iron Man glory.

"Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests, and the handful of people who accidentally wandered in from the fury convention," Tony began, his amplified voice carrying over the crowd, "welcome to the party of the century! I want to thank all of you for coming here tonight to celebrate someone very special to me, to all of us. She's like the kid sister I never wanted, in that now that I've got her, I couldn't get rid of her even if I tried." The crowd laughed and you hid your face in your hands. "Fortunately, I like having her around too much. She's got a brilliant mind, she's funny as hell, and she's the beating heart of this team. Without her, the Avengers would just be a group of coworkers, and not a family. And let's be honest, she's one of the few people who's willing to tolerate me on a daily basis." Somehow, his eyes were able to find yours in the crowd and he gave you a classic Tony wink; you blew him a kiss back. "So, everyone, please raise a glass to (Y/N) (Y/L/N), or as we like to call her, our own little Pocket! Pocket, Happy Birthday, kiddo! We love you! So, everyone, grab a drink, don't hold back on the dance floor, because, let's face it, I spent a fortune on hiring the best DJ in New York City, and let's make some bad decisions! Except for you, Parker. Jesus is watching."

Through the crowd you could just make out Peter's soft voice saying "Aw, come on Mr. Stark," and you broke into laughter. God, you loved these people.

"Let's go," said Nat, grabbing you by the arm and hauling you to the middle of the dance floor, "it's time to dance!"

The beats were dirty and your body responded to them like a siren's call, your hips moving subconsciously to the rhythm. Dancing was one of your favorite ways to lose yourself, and so you did, melting into the sound, letting your body take you wherever it needed to go. You felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, and you instinctively knew it was Natasha behind you.

"Bruce not coming out to the floor?" you whisper-shouted into her ear as she moved her body against yours.

"No, he's being a dullard," Nat responded with a sigh.

"Give him time," you told her knowingly. "Once he's been watching you move your ass out here long enough, he'll cave just so he can get his hands on you. He always does."

"I know," she said, grinding her chest against your back, "but I do love giving him a show."

You laughed and continued dancing with your friend. You knew Bruce would come to her eventually. The poor man couldn't stay away, no matter how hard he'd tried in the beginning.

Slowly, the members of your little family found their way to you on the dance floor, and you were all dancing together in a group. Even Bruce had gotten over himself and had finally joined Natasha, who was now running her hands along his chest.

You had to admit, you were having the time of your life.

But then you saw them.

Bucky stood at the bar, Jade not far away. You tried to ignore him, you really did, but his eyes were boring a hole straight through you, and he looked amazing. He was wearing a pair of tight black jeans and the shirt you had gotten him last Christmas, the one that matched the color of his eyes. He'd cut his hair again, just the length you liked it-- the perfect length for pulling while he had his face buried between your-- No. You were NOT going to think about that.

Wanda had moved away from where she'd been dancing with Vision and came over to you, following the line of your eyes. "He has a lot of fucking nerve showing up here with her," she spat. "Do you want me to kick them out of here for you, love?"

You turned and wrapped your arms around her, smiling at her fierce protectiveness of you. "As much as I would love to see it, Wan, it's okay. I think I just want to pretend he doesn't exist and keep dancing. The last thing I need is them ruining my party by bringing more drama into my life."

Wanda put a hand on your elbow and shrugged, then leaned in to whisper "Suit yourself, but my offer still stands if you change your mind," before heading back over to Vision. You sighed, disappointed that the sight of him had dulled your excitement for the evening. But then you remembered Nat's gift.

Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out the tiny pill. You considered your options for half a second before tossing it into your mouth and swallowing it. You were not going to let Bucky Fucking Barnes ruin your birthday.

A couple of hours later, after an enormous cake had been brought out, everyone singing to you and you blowing out your candles, you were feeling positively euphoric. Everything felt amazing. You were so in love with every single person in the room, you could cry. Your limbs were buzzing, as if the music was vibrating through them and your entire body was being poured full of liquid joy. You were connected to everyone. They were all a part of you, and you were a part of them.

You moved to the music, your hands caressing up and down your body, the sensation of touch almost overpowering in its intensity. You practically moaned when Natasha leaned over and whispered in your ear:

"Don't look now, but Steve's been staring at you for the last twenty minutes." You glanced over and noticed the super soldier standing at the bar next to Bucky, but in the clarity of the MDMA, Steve was all you could see. He was watching you intently, his eyes locked on the movement of your hips. You watched him lick his lips as your hands brushed across your chest, sending a wave of shivering pleasure through your body.

You didn't know why, but suddenly, it seemed like a really, really good idea to have Steve come dance with you, so you caught his eye and beckoned him over with a curl of your finger.

You laughed when you saw his eyes grow wide with surprise. He pointed at himself, as if he couldn't believe you were beckoning to him. You nodded and, chugging the rest of his drink before leaving the empty glass on the bar, he made his way to you.

"Hi," he said over the sound of the music when he was standing in front of you. God, he was so much taller than you were. Like a giant. Sublime's Badfish began to play.

"Hi," you hummed, the feelings of ecstasy pulsating through you. "Do you want to dance with me?" You watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard.

"Very much," he said, so softly that you wouldn't have been able to make it out if you hadn't read his lips. "But I don't really know how to dance to this music."

"I can teach you," you smiled up at him. Turning around, you put your back to his chest. Grabbing his left arm, you wrapped it across your bare stomach, splaying his fingers across your scorching skin. You put his right hand on your hip and let out a soft moan when he squeezed your flesh.

"Just move with me," you whispered, knowing that his enhanced hearing would catch your words through all the extra noise. Your entire body was pressed against his now, and the feeling of his hard muscles against you was sensational. You never wanted him to stop touching you. You slowly started grinding your hips against him, laughing a little when you heard him gasp. He began sliding his hand across your stomach, once or twice brushing the underside of your breasts with his thumb. Each touch was like a wave of light pulsating through you and you craved it. You could feel the length of his semi-hard erection pressing into your back, and somewhere in the far recesses of your mind, the idea of it surprised and concerned you, but in your current state, all you could do was feel. And you felt so. god. damned. good.

You leaned your head back against his chest, reaching back to grab a hold of his bicep and exposing the curve of your neck, and when he reached down and began planting small butterfly kisses where your neck met your shoulder, you thought you were going to come undone right there.

"You're so beautiful, Pocket," he whispered before taking your earlobe between his teeth and nibbling on it. Everything he did, everywhere your bodies connected, felt like pure magic.

You noticed the looks that you were getting from Nat, Wanda, and the others, but you didn't register them. The only thing that mattered right now was how good you felt, how good Steve was making you feel.

You weren't sure how much time went by. The songs changed, your tempo fluctuated, the people around you came and went, but the contact remained the same.

Finally, you turned yourself around in his arms, pressing your chest to his. He looked down at you, the blue of his eyes a mere ring around the black of his pupils.

"Stevie," you whispered, your voice husky, "will you take me back to my room?"

His lips curled up in a wicked grin and for the briefest of moments, you saw Bucky in your mind's eye, but you quickly shook the image away. Steve took you by the hand and, without another word, led you away from the party to the solitude of your bedroom.

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queenimmadolla · 2 years

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𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 ─ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝟖𝟗' (young parents!Eddie munson x fem!reader)

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author notes: i should be working on my series, but every time i think about it’s timeline, i end up wanting to post about that specific thing, so here’s a little bit of eddie munson x fem!reader as the young parents i constantly think of them as. it’s gotten worse with all those eddie look alikes with babies pics going around. oh, and reader and eddie eloped on graduation night like i know we ALL would have done. Technically part of the CYM verse but can be read out of it. Can't put a read more thing because Tumblr won't let me, sorry. reader is 22 and Eddie is 23. **not mature** 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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You were on the edge of a nap, not quite out of it but not quite present. An American Tail was playing in the background, but the noise grew further and further away from your subconscious. Until you felt a sudden blunt, rough jab against your closed eye. That definitely brought you back.

You groaned, a hand reaching up to press and rub against your eye as you heard a quiet chuckle from the right of you. Once the pain had subsided, you tried your hardest to glare at your husband. It was more of a squint than anything. He didn’t even attempt to hide his smirk from his place, sat man-spread on the couch with his arms over the top cushions. “I thought about stopping her, but she looked too cute concentrating like that.”

Your gaze shifted towards the culprit, curled up nearly on top of your side. Your daughter grinned at you, displaying her tiny little teeth. Staring up at you with her father’s big brown, Bambi like eyes, and a wild head of curls that looked to be a mix of both of her parents’, it was obvious she was unapologetic and satisfied with herself for abruptly coaxing you from what was promising to be a nice nap. You had been spread out on the floor in front of the tv, playing with your daughter whenever she grew bored of the cartoon displayed before her. Eddie had been tuning his guitar before she’d woken up from her nap, and had switched to simply observing you two. Eventually, the movie had gained her attention, and you had decided it was your turn for a nap but apparently not. “Penny, ow.” You frowned at her gently. You weren’t big on punishing her because she was a pretty good kid, but she’d just entered the terrible two’s and you were hoping to put off the terrible for as long as you could by encouraging her to recognize good and bad.

“Mama ow?” She repeated, voice full of innocence and surprise, because obviously your baby hadn’t intentionally meant to hurt you. Once you nodded, still faking a frown, she made a face of her own—you loved how expressive she was, definitely something she got from Eddie—and moved further up your body until she was eye level with you.

You could immediately tell what her intentions were, so your eye shut to prepare for the kiss she pressed to it. “Mwah! No ow!”

“Thank you, Penny!” You cooed, pressing kisses into her round, chubby little face. “Awe, my girls! Love it when they kiss and makeup.” Came your husband’s responding coo. You blew him a kiss from your place on the carpet, fingers stroking over Penny’s curls. “Thanks for no help.”

“Hey—I warned you she’d have me wrapped around her drool covered fingers. Besides, I couldn’t have got to her in time.” He made no move to join you on the ground, too taken with watching you interact with the literal proof of your love for each other.

Almost two whole years later, and he was still often left stupefied as he watched you with her, completely in love with how she was a perfect mixture of you both, so much that it was difficult for most people to decide on who she looked like most. If people saw her with just Eddie, she looked like his little twin, albeit with a little more saturation and curls much more voluminous than his, and if they saw her with you, she looked like your Mini Me, with a lower saturation.

That’s how Eddie saw her. You’d argue that her facial expressions imitated his, but all he saw was the same cute little nose crinkle that had been his doom when he’d first met you, peering up at him.

Penny had his eyes, there was no denying that. Now that he was a victim to your daughter’s puppy dog stare, he often liked to wonder about how much you had allowed him to get away with because of his own. His kid was using his own tricks against him.

“She’s a girl on a mission,” You muse, your attention returning to the two year old in question, but it wasn’t your attention she had wanted in the first place this time.

Penny’s stare was focused on the area of your body she’d previously been resting against. And then like a snake, she struck. She dove for your covered boob, mouthing at it so aggressively you couldn’t do anything but burst out laughing. Eddie quickly joined you, hand forming a fist to press against his mouth as he shook with it. Penny had been clingier than ever since you had slowly, but surely, started to ween her off your breasts; however, what with being a baby and all, she still lacked the impulse control to keep her desperation at bay. “Oh, yeah.” Eddie’s chest puffed out once you’d both calmed down, and you had caved to your daughter’s demands, lifting your shirt over your boob so she could nurse. Penny seemed so pleased with herself for amusing her daddy because she also couldn’t stop bobbing around while she was attached to you. “That’s my baby girl.” You rolled your eyes affectionally, turning your head to stare at him while she played more with your nipple than nursed. You were hoping if you stayed relax, she somehow wouldn’t remember she had teeth. “You know, this is all your fault. You’re always going on and on about how you were the main ingredient for her recipe, but I’m the one she gnaws on. It’s not fair.”

“I agree,” he snorted. “It should be me gnawing on your tit.”

“Eddie!”

“What?” He laughed out, his pretty eyes getting all squinty as he stayed fixated on you with a look no short of adoration slapped on his face. “It’s true! I can barely get to second base ‘cause she always leaves your nipples sore. I love her so much, and I’ll let her twist my nipples off,” Penny had decided that was what they were best for once she realized she couldn’t get anything from them like she could yours after a few misguided attempts, “when we’re cuddling before bedtime, but she refuses to share you. And all I get to do is sit back and watch her have fun.”

That wasn’t entirely the truth, while the green eyed monster did flare its head for about .1% of the time he spent watching you take care of her and nurse her, the other 99.9% felt absolutely primal. It was crude, but the reality of it was Penny had originally been a creampie, just with a surprise in it. You’d both been stunned when you learned you were pregnant, though he had suspected it due to a few subtle changes in your behavior. It wasn’t something you really panicked over, it was just that something was. . .well, it just was.

It also helped that all he wanted out of life was to be happy with you and by the grace of some God, you shared that desire. So, Penny had come to fruition. And just like when he’d met you, Eddie found himself discovering another thing he wasn’t sure how he had lived so long without. Fatherhood.

No gig, no high, nothing would ever compare to that immense pride, that absolute satisfaction that coursed through him as he watched you hold her tiny little body against your bare chest in that hospital room for the first time before she’d been whisked away to the NICU.

“She has been clingy,” You agreed, eyes glazing over as you recall the last time you and Eddie were able to completely ravage each other and not just fuck whenever you could. It had been like four days ago, but that was still too long. “But.”

Eddie’s head tilted, his stare darkening as he waited patiently for you to continue.

“But, but, but. Since she hasn’t had as many opportunities, I’m not all that sore and tired anymore.”

Eddie sprang up from his place on the couch, plucking Penny right off your boob. It was obvious even to him that she was just playing with it at that point, and it was time he had his turn. “C’mon, little bitty pretty one, Uncle Dustin and Uncle Steve want to babysit you for an unforeseeable amount of time today.”

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satorubi · 1 year

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𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 - toji fushiguro

· ₊ ⊹ SYNOPSIS — toji knows just how to get back at your ex.

「❀」 pairing : toji fushiguro x black fem! reader

「❀」 content warning : minors do not interact ! dad’s bestfriend toji, age gap ꒰ toji is forty and reader is in her late twenties ꒱ missionary, fingering, use of the word bitch - during sex - just once, use of pet names such as ꒰ sweetheart, pretty, slut ꒱

「❀」 word count : 3.6K whoop whoop !!

「❀」 author’s note : hiii !!! here’s me re-uploading this edited version of tastiest revenge - apart of my friendship is magic series - bc tumblr took it down the first time :/ i wanted to put out the gojo fic first but due to school starting, i realized how busy i’ve become :0 please enjoy & interactions n reblogs are always loved <33

you were taken aback when toji answered your call. not only was the time 10:56 PM, but it was also the middle of the week. you ought to been fast asleep in your apartment by now, getting a good night's rest for whatever the world had in store for you tomorrow. but, alas, you were slouching on toji fushiguro's porch, your clothes drenched from the light rain and your makeup smeared from all the tears you'd let fall down your pretty face.

toji stands up from his recliner and looks around before hurriedly opening the door. his heart nearly bursts from your change in vigor. the hesitant, kindhearted disposition you always possessed seems to have been lost just about now; you have a slight pout on your face and stare up at him with imploring eyes.

he swiftly draws you into the warmth of his chest and shut the door behind him without you having to speak another word. his contact causes your body to tremble, and the rumble from his chest doesn't do you credit. all you could hear was him repeatedly mumbling phrases like ‘speak to me’ and ‘i’m right here.’

he allows you a brief minute to collect your thoughts as your nose started to run due to all the sniffling you'd been doing. as he goes into the kitchen, you take a seat on one of the three cushions, letting your head rest against the seat. toji could be seen pouring tea into a lovely glass mug out of the corner of your tearful eyes.

“you wanna’ tell me what brings you here?” he asks, settling into the couch and leaving you both with just enough space. you were completely silent. that bubbly, talkative spirit you usually had was much more comforting compared to the silence he was experiencing right now. you looked completely drained— almost as if someone had completely stripped you from your joy.

“im sorry, toji. i didn’t mean to impose l-like this,” you utter and he chuckles. he gathers the remote in his hand and turns the tv down, figuring you were ready to vent.

“it’s not a bother at all, yn. y’know that.”

you weakly smile, taking a sip of the warm liquid given to you. a deep sigh leaves your lips, “he cheated. like.. a lot.”

before you finished speaking, you could see toji clench his jaw. your former boyfriend, or ‘a fucking bastard,’ as toji used to describe him, was a dumbass. toji wasn't surprised when you discussed this matter, given that the kid was well known for his horrible reputation with the ladies at your uni. since the minute he shook his hand at your birthday all those months ago, he was able to tell that the youngster was a jackass.

the son of a bitch was disrespectful when toji first met him. he spoke of you as if you were merely an item on his arm or a tool at his disposal. he was a real asshole and a heartbreaker; he wasn't your typical old bum of a man, and toji could read him from a mile away.

the kid wore a smug look on his face, only a look of someone without pure intentions would have. he was playing you the entire time and it was easy to see from the eyes of someone who was once a player his damn self.

you see, toji was irritated by the notion that someone could be so foolish as to lose a woman like you. someone who was so understanding, determined to get what she wanted, clever, and humorous in response to everything said to her.

blind. he had to be blind is all.

“a video was posted of him today. he was kissing another girl at some party,” yet another stray tear fell from the brim of your eye and there toji was to wipe it away, “i’m such an idiot.”

no you aren’t.

“nah, he’s a dumbass, and i’ll be damned if i have to sit here and watch you cry over something that isn’t your fault.”

you take a tiny pause in an effort to contain the tears that were on the verge of escaping. of course, none of this was your fault, but for some reason, you felt that you had to bear some responsibility. you made a foolish decision by disobeying all the guidance you had been given, and as a result, you are again stuck with the consequences. given that your father and toji had warned you about the man from the start, you were surprised that he had the strength to even talk to you about it.

“i just- i just should’ve listened to you, that’s all.”

toji sighs, grabbing ahold of your hands and squeezing them gently, “it’s a bad time to say i told you so, so i’m just gonna’ say i’m glad that you’ve come to your senses. he was a dickhead.”

toji noticed you smiling for the first time tonight, so his clumsy joke must have succeeded. genuinely. after your brief burst of laughter, you kept your gaze fixed on toji’s flatscreen without saying a word. the house's four walls reverberated with the faint sound of a local broadcaster's voice as the two of you sat in quiet comfort.

he hopes he won't have to be the one to break the news by asking, “does your father know?” he despised doing things behind his back, but if you wanted him to, he could keep a secret. you admired that you could talk to toji about nearly anything, which was one of his best qualities. he wasn't patronizing or disciplining like your dad.

yes, you adored your old man dearly, but there are instances when hearing someone else's point of view than that of a parent can be quite beneficial. toji. would undoubtedly advise you of right and wrong, but he would never make you feel bad about yourself.

we’re human beings and we all make our fair share of mistakes.

by this time, you were no longer sobbing and you were getting a little bit closer to the man. his side profile is followed by your suckling eyes as you savor his sensitive features. even though you've known toji since you were in your early twenties, you've always thought he was gorgeous, but time has been kind to him. as excellent wine ages, so was he. hell, he probably tasted as delicious as he appeared—

toji starts, somewhat unexpectedly, “y'know, for what it's worth, i think you're an amazing woman." he fumbles with the silver chain dangling from his chest before saying, “you’re pretty, you're smart, and you make a mean pho.”

pretty. he called you pretty.

toji’s solemn face prompts you to hastily cover your smile as he adds, “you didn't deserve to be treated that way- and i hope you know that.” you could feel a hand gently caressing your arm. his calluses brushed against your skin as he held it in a warm, rough manner. the gesture almost made you want to pant like a bitch in the heat, even if you had no idea why or how.

he murmurs, “i don't ever wanna' see you cry like that again,” as his dark irises finally contact yours and you two exchange a soft look. unknown to you at the time, something was causing you to approach a little bit more closely than you had intended. you long for a kiss as your gaze moves from his lips to his eyes and back again.

as you prepare to make what would likely be one of your biggest mistakes yet, you close your eyes. you decrease the distance between you two to just a few inches by placing your lips on his. toji ought to have pushed you away at the first moment, but he was driven to submit. the way your mouth felt against his was just so effortlessly natural.

perhaps the novelty of being alone or the warmth of his body against yours is responsible for you feeling this way right now, but all you want is to continue feeling him like this forever.

toji grabs the nape of your neck while you moan into the kiss, luring you in. you take the initiative to straddle his lap as you start to feel a pool between your thighs, your covered pussy pressing on his crotch as you exchanged saliva.

to your surprise, toji pulls away when you ask for more by licking his bottom lip. even before returning to reality, you managed to feel the remorse beginning to rise in your stomach.

“m’ sorry. i don’t- i don’t know what i was thinking,” you mumble, quickly climbing off of his lap and back into your previous position. “i’m sorry. fuck- i’m sorry. i shouldn’t- we shouldn’t-“ you go on, but all that came out of your apology was a weak, anxious whine. toji simply sits there, likely attempting to process what just happened.

you were scared, but you were also humiliated. toji was not only your father's closest friend, but also his business partner. this could endanger his friendships, family, and profession.

you can't bring yourself to say anything else. you start to gather your things and get ready to go to the door, but just as you stand up, a hand delicately grabs hold of your wrist.

“you want me?”

yes.

“toji- i didn’t mean to-“

“yes or no?”

as you swallow, your chest rises and falls from the kiss's delirium. toji manspreads while keeping his hands on his lap and waiting for your response, tapping his foot on floor. he did have an issue with staring. his eyes gave off the impression that they would cut straight through you.

you say, "y-yes," but it sounds more like a moan. when toji hears this, he gets up from his chair and approaches you slowly. his hands were in the pockets of his gray sweats, and he had a smirk on his face. he continues moving until he is directly in front of you, his shirt showing his hardened nipples.

“say it with your chest, yn. did you not just kiss me? or was i imagining things?”

his taunting tone of voice not only annoyed you, but it turned you on too. he tilts his head to the side and looks you up and down, eyes following your curves, “toji, i want you.”

that was all he needed until it was his turn to attack your mouth with pecks. pecks turned into drawn out kisses and those eventually escalated to biting and sucking on one another’s lips. your noses chafed together as toji groans into your mouth. while your tongues danced to the rhythm of desire, toji’s hand came between your pants and the waistband of your pink panties. he shoves his palm inside the lousy fabric to cup your cunt in his hand.

he flicks his middle finger at your folds as you whimper, "want more, please." he can feel your lust on the tip of his knuckle. “i need you,” your nails skim the happy trail under his shirt, causing toji to grunt. the poor guy had no idea how much power you had over him.

“are you gonna’ regret it?” you ask, and yes, it was blunt of you, but you wondered if he was truly aware of the consequences of this action. you had to think of it from his perspective too.

toji was currently obtaining a happy life. he lived a peaceful existence with just him and his son and had a profession that was more than well compensated, but you? you were a grown woman—twenty eight, to be precise—and although you may have acted impulsively, it may have been just what you wanted. but want eventually turns to greed, and you’d hate to do damage to his conscious over your behavior.

“why would i regret you?”

you wanted to spend the evening lusting over his wonderful words— hearing him tell you the sweetest things, but no matter how sincere and charming his question was, your thoughts were elsewhere.

toji and you each had the ability to choose your own paths. everything you've done up to this point has been deemed inappropriate, and even if he were to stuff you full of his cock, it wouldn't matter. this was already out of line as is.

you make the decision to take matters into your own hands and carry on the passionate makeout session by encircling his neck with your arms. you can feel toji's hands pinching your ass cheeks as he begins to cup them to enfold you in his arms. he sits down on the sofa with you still in his grasp, allowing you to straddle his lap as before.

the hard cock sitting pretty in his sweats did nothing but rub up against you. as much as you wanted to take it slow, you couldn’t suppress the urge to let him have his way with you.

“‘ima fuck you so good, princess. so much better than he ever has,” he utters. you lift your hips up to give him room to finally take his aching cock out of his sweats. while doing so, he doesn’t dare take his eyes off of you.

"look at what you do to me, love," to put it mildly, you were in wonder as he grabbed hold of your chin and lowered your head between you both. first the middle, then the base was displayed. the thin pubic hairs that were still attached to his skin were somewhat cut, lying flat against his shaft as the tip of him flashed a brilliant pink.

as his cock stood up, toji flexed his lower abdomen to move it a little. each time he did this, his cock tapped against your belly, creating a pat.

“big huh? it’ll fit, don’t worry,” he ends his sentence with a wink and grasps on to your ass cheeks again, this time, parting them slowly. as you lift up, his cock aligns with your hole, leaking and eager for some attention.

“please be careful. it’s been a while,” you mumble. you turn to look away but he only comforts you, “i will. i promise.”

as toji entered you, your pussy revealed how horny you truly were. your sopping cunt slobbered around him inch by inch, little by little. your juices had covered his cock and made it easier for your walls to expand, adjusting to his size.

the burn causes your mouth to hiss. feeling him wriggle his way in like this made you feel like a virgin all over again. he had the kind of dick you had to mentally prepare yourself for; the kind that, after only two or more minutes, would have you crying and trembling in his hands.

“focus, yn. just focus on us, for right now.” he didn’t have to tell you twice. how could you not focus on just this? toji had your head spinning and your insides bubbling like never before. it’d be hard to think of anything or anyone else other than him, “you’re so deep- shit!” mushing your ass in his hands, he lifts you up and down his cock, making you feel each and every bit of him. toji bites back a moan when you start to become more comfortable— hips moving with his and your ass melting in his palms.

arms incoherently wrap around toji’s neck as he digs deep, moaning into your ear, “you don’t understand how good you feel. can i go faster? wanna’ make you cum all over my lap like the good girl i know you are.” you practically scream yes and immediately after, you hear a clapping sound.

your ass slamming against toji’s thighs was the cause of the ruckus, you realize as you turn to face the source of the noise. as you watch toji’s cock slip in and out of your pussy, he raises his head to stare at the side of your face, getting excited at how hard you clenched down in him as you watched him fuck you vigorously.

“look at how good you’re doing. takin’ that dick like it’s yours. you look so pretty like this.”

his encouraging words appeared to have given you self-assurance. using both of your forces to fill yourself, you start to slam down on him. you felt as though you were handling a lot at once, but you hardly cared enough to flee. god, did it feel wonderful to be taking dick like a pro.

“ooo- it's stretching me, toji! feels so fuckin’ good. i love it so much.” one thing toji picked up from this was how much of a screamer you were. every thrust ended with another high-pitched moan grumbling from your chest.

“you’re a loud lil’ thing, aren’t you? hope the neighbors don’t mind too much, but they’ll understand, right? i’m fuckin’ you so well they’ll have no choice but to understand.”

it was so easy for him to utter such derogatory phrases knowing the conditions his life would be in after— but he felt like he was compelled to. he loved the sensation of listening to your pussy becoming wetter with each passing stroke. incredibly responsive— his favorite.

his thoughts began to flow as a result of your hands grabbing at his shoulders. you were so desperate that you were delighted to accept whatever he was putting down, “i can’t believe mr. ln’s daughter is such a dirty little bitch. how do you think he’d feel knowin’ i’m ruining you like this, hm?”

that was when you came. something about the secrecy just made you all the more ablazed. although this might’ve been just a temporary feeling, you clamored for more— hollering his name and the curses that trailed behind it.

“m’ cumming! m’ cumming- fuck me, toji!”

he laughs, “how good is it, slut? tell me, how’s it feel?”

you could barely produce a single sound. you could only hold your mouth ajar and let out broken whines. your body was drowning in a sheen coat of sweat and your pussy was a bit sore, but you wanted to cum again.

“it feels a-amazingh,” you babble, unable to even utter the pronunciation of your words as he continues to poke at your g-spot. he was fucking you through it, talking you through it, and pulling you right into his grasp to swallow your whines with his mouth.

after he wrung out the last of your juices, he quickly lifts you up and places you on your back. he could now see just how pretty your pussy truly was. two plumped folds sitting on either side of a puffy clit that was in need of some sucking and a cute hole that ached for good dick.

a dream. a dream indeed.

toji wasted no time slipping it in, feeling your walls comfort his cock like a warm hug. every stroke was tender, but he was so slutty. the chain dangling from his neck beamed in your face and out of instinct, you tug on it a little to pull him down. taking a second to indulge in his features. he was so fucking sexy, especially like this— jet black hair sticking to his forehead, muscle tee drenched in sweat, and his small, hidden whines slipping in every now and then. you couldn’t believe you hadn’t done this sooner.

“i-i love this. love your dick so much- makes m-me feel so happy, toji.” now it was your turn to make your words dig deep, bringing him to the checkpoint with just a few praises.

“don’t say shit like that- fuck.”

you bring your hands to his face to cup his cheeks. you gently press your forehead against his and continue whispering sweet nothings against his lips.

“i can’t believe you’re fucking me like this— like you’ve wanted me for so long. you must love this pussy, huh? love when i take you like this?”

you take note of his sudden shudder, his strokes slowly becoming harder as his breath hitches near your ear, “yn, you better fuckin’ stop.”

“i can’t help it, toji. you just fuck me so much better,” you gasp and reached your arms around his neck, burying your head in his neck. you clench around him, and toji nearly loses it. the knot was finally beginning to unravel, his stomach was fluttering, and he was a bit tired, but he was so close— and you were too, again.

“where do you want me, sweet girl? i’m gonna’ to cum,” he asks, and you answer with a stream of yeses and ‘inside inside’. on command, you feel the wave of toji’s cum filling you full. your pussy wet him up with yet another orgasm and you practically collapse.

toji continues to fuck you through your climax, as well as his own. he was being nothing but dirty, yet a hint of weet. whispering things like ‘good girl’ and ‘i’m so proud of you’ over and over. your head was empty and so was your energy scale. you wanted nothing more than a nice soak in a warm bath to attend to your sore figure.

toji pulls out of you, leaving a airy noise being him when he does. his dick was coated in white, and he was still hard as you were wet, but you were both far too exhausted to give it another go.

he sees some of his cum dripping from your pussy and scoops it onto his index finger. lifting that same hand to your mouth, your lips immediately part to taste the mess the two of you made, “revenge tastes sweet doesn’t it?” he asks as you suck on his fingers until completely clean, letting out a moan while doing so.

as he stands to his full height, he stares down at your limp limbs and shakes his head in disbelief, “i didn’t kill ya’ did i?” he breathlessly laughs. you weakly smile and flip him off as he heads down the hall.

eventually toji returns, watching quietly as your lashes kiss your cheeks with exhaustion. still under a trance, he takes a towel he’d gotten from the bathroom to smooth your back and thighs, making sure to get between them as well. as he finishes, you could feel a delicate kiss being planted behind your ear.

his act as a caretaker drove you into a deep sleep, and he was left to reflect on what took place night. he might be jobless, and friendless in morning, but for right now, he’d rather fall asleep to the sound of your breaths as you lay your head on his chest— dreaming of the life you deserve.

©️ SATORUBI 2023 please do not copy, repost as your own, or translate any of my work without my knowledge <33

#⇉☆*̣̥⁄⁄ 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 #toji x female reader #toji x black reader #anime x black!reader #anime x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x fem!reader #jjk smut #toji smut #toji fushiguro

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TOP 5 MUST HAVE Sims 4 Career Mods

These are my most personal Career mods for the sims 4, please don't forget to show love and support to the creators.

1- Youtube Career Mod by itsmeTroiYT

There is so many interactions with this mod it is unbelievable! If you head to the download button below it will bring you to the creator's post which will show all the type of things you can do with this mod but for now to keep the Tumblr photo limit here is some of the creator's notes that explain the levels and the branches

Gamer (6-10) PC Noob $100/hr Streamer $200/hr Daily Uploader $300/hr Tagline Genius $600/hr Prestige Gamer $1500/hr

Vlogger (6-10) Viner $100/hr Prank Wars Vlogger $200/hr Unbox Therapy $300/hr Vlogger $600/hr Daily Vlogger $1600/hr

DIY Hot Glue Gun Mess $250/hr Creative Weirdo $350/hr Hacks Master $600/hr DIY Superstar $650/hr [Something] DIY $1500/hr

MUA Fenty Beauty Counter Rep $200/hr Brand Tester $300/hr Makeup Brand Collab $350/hr Personal Makeup Artist $750/hr MUA $1500/hr

Cooking One Pan Cook $150/hr Made from TV/Movies $300/hr Remixed Recipe Cook $345/hr Guest Host Cook $625/hr Master Cook $1500/hr

FX Makeup Artist NYX Face Awards $120/hr Halloween Royalty $200/hr FX on a Budget $350/hr Workshop Personality $645/hr Glam & Gore $1450/hr

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2- Modeling Career Mod by KPC0528

This is an amazing mod! If you want your sim to become a model this is the mod for you! This does require the City living & Get Famous expansion packs, so be aware. Here are the creator's notes about the levels and branches;

1. Volunteer Model--there is no pay for the beginning of this career. I wanted to make it as realistic as possible, so level 1 is all about building a portfolio and gaining exposure. Mood: Confident M - W - F S S

2. Local Model -- Your sim will be part of the "mall crowd" participating in local fashion shows. These jobs aren't very selective... $15/hr. Skills: Charisma 1 Mood: Confident - T - T F S S

3. Hand Model-- Keep those hands soft and supple as your sims model rings, bracelets, and watches for local jewelry designers! $18/hr. Skills: Charisma 2 Mood: Confident - T - T F S S

4. Hair Model-- Cutting, coloring, styling. Your Sims's hair will be put through it all in exchange for some simoleons and their pictures to be featured in hair dressers' portfolios. $20/hr. Skills: Charisma 3, Fitness 3 Mood: Confident - T - T F S S

Choose track: Commercial Model or High Fashion Model

Commercial Model track: Commercial models are the models you would see in shopping catalogs and local commercials. The sim-next-door look is desired, so your sim will need attractive looks as well as an attractive personality to do well in this career track.

5. Commercial Catalog Model--Your sim will be showcasing the newest collections by the most popular stores, like Sim Navy and JC Simmy. $50/hr. Skills: Charisma 4, Fitness 4 Mood: Confident M T W - F S -

6. Fitness Model-- Fitness is the name of the game here. Your sim must continue to sculpt his/her body to perfection in order to sell the newest workout gear and sports drinks. $65/hr. Skills: Charisma 5, Fitness 7 Mood: Energetic M T W T - S -

7. Social Media Model-- Your sim's face is getting popular online! He/she will be modeling the hottest makeup, jewelry, and clothing through various social media platforms like Simstagram. $80/hr. Skills: Charisma 7 Mood: Confident - - W - F S S

8. Music Video Model-- Who wouldn't want to be a model in a famous music video? Your sim must hone in their dance skills so they don't embarrass themselves in front of the musical superstars.... $90/hr. Skills: Charisma 8, Dancing 3 Mood: Confident M T - T F S - 9. Television Model-- Television! Your sim will be featured on all sorts of commercials, from clothing and perfume, to cookware and living room furniture. $130/hr. Skills: Charisma 10 Mood: Confident M T W - F S -

10. Coversim-- The ultimate goal! Your sim is on every grocery store magazine rack, dishing the newest gossip about his/her love life, as well as modeling the hippest designs. Congrats, superstar! $300/hr. Mood: Confident M T W - F S -

High Fashion Model track: This track is for the serious fashionista. In order to gain celebrity as a high fashion model, your sim must be both gorgeous and interesting, as well as charismatic and athletic. Reaching the end of this track means worldwide fame and luxury! 5. Swimsuit Model-- Swimsuit models are photographed even in the winter months, so this isn't just for fun! Your sim must be in excellent shape to make it as a swimsuit model. $55/hr. Skills: Charisma 5, Fitness 6 Mood: Flirty M T W - F S -

6. Lingerie Model-- No room for shy sims here! Upscale lingerie is a mega-money-making business, so only the most alluring sims will be successful. $75/hr. Skills: Charisma 6, Fitness 8 Mood: Flirty M T W - F S -

7. Fashion Catalog Model-- High-end fashion is extremely expensive, so the stakes are high. Your sim must continue to perfect his/her body and personality in order to sell these interesting-looking clothes in the highest end fashion magazines. $90/hr. Skills: Charisma 7, Fitness 9 Mood: Confident M T - T F S -

8. Runway Model--Don't trip! All eyes are on your sim as he/she struts their stuff on the catwalk. Sims watching and cameras flashing can be nerve-wracking for even the most confident sim, but this is a necessary step in order to become a supermodel. $120/hr. Skills: Charisma 8, Fitness 10 Mood: Confident - T W - F S S

9. Editorial Model--Sim Vogue. Your sim is on the cover, looking fierce as fierce can be! Your sim is the epitome of a style icon, and everyone is looking at him/her for style inspiration. $300/hr. Skills: Charisma 10 Mood: Confident M T W - F S -

10. International Supermodel--Traveling the world for fashion shows? Check. Hosting reality style shows? Check. Getting paid to be famous? Check. Your sim is THE top model, as long as a newer, hotter thing doesn't come around. $450/hr. Mood: Confident M - W - - S -

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3- Social Services Career Mod by missmani09

This is a great mod if your interested in having your sim work in social services for a backstory or maybe its just what you mapped out they would be in your head. Here are some of the creator's notes about this mod;

Social Serivices:

1) Clerical Staff Extra Help -Responsible for copying and filing documents, sorting documents

2) Administrative Specialist I -answer phones, answer client's questions, file, sort

3) Administrative Specialist II -Key application, answer telephones, work front desk window correspond emails

4) Administrative Specialist Supervisor Supervise all clerical staff ensure front desk runs smoothly ensure applications are keyed correctly ensure office machinery is working properly assign staff job duties

------------------------------------------------------------ ---(AA) ---- Division of Sim County Operations ------- ----------------------------------------------------------

5A) Program Eligibilty Specialist I - SNAP Process Sim food stamp program applications. Interview & verify resources Assist homeless sims Determine eligibilty for supplemental nutrition program

6A) Program Eligbiliy Specialist II Process sim program applications Determine eligibilty for Sim daycare voucher applications Determine eligibilty for supplemental nutrition program

7A) Family Health Care Case Manager -Family Medicaid Process Sims' medicaid applications. Determine medical coverage eligibilty for Sims including Working Sims' medical coverage, SimKids Care A or SimKids Care B

8A) Aged Sim Health Care Case Manager Process Aged, Retired, and Disabled elder sims' medicare applications Determine disability

9A) Sim Social Services County Administrator oversee especific sim world in which sim currently lives

10A) Sim Social Services National Director oversee all sim worlds

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---(BB) Division of Child Protective Services -------------------------------------------------------------- job is to protect and ensure the health, safety, and well being off all sim children.

5B) Child Protective Service Worker Visit homes. Provide struggling parents with resources and tools to become effective parents. Remove children from home if necessary to the childs health & safety

6B) Child Abuse&Neglect Investigator visit homes. on call rotation investigate suspected sim child neglect/abuse that comes into the hotline issue warnings to parent's who a nearing neglectful standards Remove children from home if necessary to the childs health & safety

7B) Foster Care Case Manager On call rotation. Manage Sim children's cases who have been removed from their home due to neglect/abuse. write extensive case notes

8B) Adoption Specialist process adoption applications. match waiting foster children and place into adoptive home

9B) Sim County CPS Supervisor Oversee foster care and CPS case managers

10B) Sim CPS National Director

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4- Psychologist Career mod by Kittyblue

This is career mod is actually my favorite for storytelling! In this mod there are two branches which are Counseling Psychology and Forensic Psychologist.

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5- Tattoo Artist Career mod by MesmericSimmer

I love this one so much, mainly because I want one of my sim's backstory to include this career. They have this career option for both adults and teens!

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ✶ Theodore Nott

pairing: theodore nott x fem!oc

summary: in which it took theodore nott and cady smith seven minutes in heaven to realise they were so into eachother.

'𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, '𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒉. 𝑺𝒐 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒆.'

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notes: this is the first piece i’m putting out here on tumblr so i’m just beginning to understand how to use the app! any feedback or love is appreciated <3 HAPPY ALMOST HALLOWEEN

Cady Smith and Theodore Nott had been best friends for as long as they could remember. They were inseparable, sharing secrets, laughter, and countless memories.

Both proud Slytherins, they knew each other inside and out, or so they thought. Cady had been harboring a secret crush on Theodore for some time, but she had always been too afraid to ruin their perfect friendship. She was convinced he could never feel the same way about her.

One crisp autumn morning, they found themselves in the Great Hall for breakfast, surrounded by friends and the usual banter. The Slytherin table was filled with familiar faces: Mattheo, Blaise, Lorenzo, Draco, Pansy, and of course, Cady and Theodore. They were engaged in a lively discussion about the best ice cream flavors when an unexpected interruption came from the Ravenclaw table.

A blonde girl with sparkling blue eyes approached the Slytherin group, and Cady's heart sank. The girl, Leila Steinfield, had an air of confidence about her as she stood in front of Theodore.

"Hey, Theodore," she purred with a flirtatious smile. "I was wondering if you'd like to be my date to the Halloween party?"

The guys at the table immediately started snickering, nudging Theodore and egging him on. Cady felt a pit forming in her stomach, but she forced herself to focus on her half-eaten pancake.

Theodore hesitated for a moment, glancing at Cady. Their eyes locked, and in that brief moment, he saw something in her gaze that tugged at his heart. It was a look of longing and disappointment.

But, with a small smile, he turned back to the girl. "Sure thing, Leila," he replied, much to Cady's dismay. Leila beamed and sashayed back to her Ravenclaw friends.

Mattheo, Blaise, and Draco burst into chatter, all eagerly commenting on Theodore's newfound romantic opportunity. "Dude, Leila's got the hots for you," Mattheo exclaimed.

"Your so lucky, man," Blaise shook his head.

Theodore had a small smile on his face but he didn't feel lucky.

Pansy, who had always been perceptive about Cady's hidden feelings, gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Cady managed a weak smile, her heart aching as she realized her chance had slipped through her fingers.

Cady Smith sat in her dorm with Pansy, surrounded by an array of costumes and makeup. They were getting ready for the highly anticipated Halloween party. Cady had chosen to dress up as a white swan, while Pansy was going as the black swan, a more daring choice that suited her well.

Pansy worked diligently on her makeup, occasionally glancing at Cady with a mischievous grin. "You know, Cady," she said, "you should show Theodore what he's missing out on. Maybe we could switch costumes for tonight. You'd look stunning as the black swan."

Cady was taken aback by the suggestion but eventually relented, chuckling at Pansy's playful encouragement. "Alright, fine. But just for tonight, and only because it's Halloween."

Minutes later, they exited the dorm, with Cady dressed in the more revealing black swan costume, feeling slightly out of her comfort zone. The two friends made their way through the bustling corridor and down to the lively party atmosphere.

The Halloween party was in full swing. Music reverberated through the dimly lit room, and costumed students danced and mingled. Pansy led the way as they navigated the crowd in search of their friends.

As they walked, Pansy leaned in closer to Cady. "Hey so I forgot to mention that Lorenzo asked me to be his date for the party!" Pansy announced, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Cady couldn't help but smile for her friend. "Holy shit, what?" Her friend was practically glowing. "Well, what are you still doing here? Go!" Cady shooed her friend.

With a wink, Pansy headed in Lorenzo's direction, leaving Cady standing alone by the snack table. She watched as her best friend and Lorenzo shared a laugh, genuinely pleased for them, even though she couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that crept in.

She sighed and turned her attention to the snacks, deciding to bide her time until the party games commenced.

As she stood there, sipping her drink and swaying to the music, she noticed Theodore leaning down to whisper something in Leila's ear. A pang of jealousy surged through her, and she frowned, realizing that she had no right to feel that way. After all, it was she who hadn't made her feelings known to him.

Just as she was lost in her thoughts, a guy from her Transfiguration class approached her with a friendly smile. "Hey there, Cady. Enjoying the party?"

Cady returned the smile, grateful for the distraction. "Hey! Yeah, it's been pretty fun so far. How about you?"

He shrugged and chuckled. "It's alright. Not as much fun as our Transfiguration class, though."

Cady laughed at the inside joke and nodded. "True, Professor McGonagall does keep things interesting."

As they continued chatting and sharing anecdotes from their classes, Cady found herself enjoying his company and momentarily forgetting her worries about Theodore and Leila.

As the night wore on, Cady continued to embrace the festive atmosphere of the Halloween party. She had danced to the music with the guy from her Transfiguration class, their laughter and conversation flowing freely.

Amid the laughter and music of the party, Cady couldn't escape the feeling of Theodore's eyes on her. His gaze bore into her side, and she felt a strange mix of hope and frustration.

How could he do this to her? She was doing her best to put her feelings for him aside, even for just one night, to get lost in the company of the guy from her Transfiguration class who was clearly interested in her. But Theodore's presence made it so impossible.

As the evening continued, she couldn't shake the overwhelming sense that the unspoken emotions between her and Theodore had reached a breaking point. The party seemed like the perfect backdrop for confessions and new beginnings, but the timing had always been just out of reach.

They had also joined a heated game of beer pong, where he was her partner, and they faced Mattheo and Ginny.

The competition was fierce and they did not manage to secure a win, leaving her with a sense of playful defeat and a bit too much to drink.

As the evening progressed, some of the younger students, likely overwhelmed by the excitement, began to trickle out of the room.

Eventually, it was just the sixth-year students left, with a few of their close friends. The music had mellowed, and the party was gradually coming to a close.

That’s when Draco Malfoy, always one to make a grand announcement, put his hand to his mouth like a makeshift megaphone and bellowed, “Alright, everyone! It’s time to play spin the bottle!”

Cady couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the thought of indulging in such a childish game. But the alcohol and the easy camaraderie of the evening had loosened her inhibitions. She decided to join in, and the guy from her Transfiguration class trailed behind her as they gathered in a circle with the others.

With a sense of anticipation in the air, the bottle was brought forth, and as it spun in the center of the circle, Cady felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. She knew it was just a silly game, but with each rotation, the bottle drew closer to someone. The room filled with cheers, laughter, and playful teasing as the game unfolded.

Time passed as the bottle continued to spin, and Cady couldn't help but chuckle at the various kisses that were exchanged among her friends. It seemed that with each turn, the game became more outrageous and spirited.

Lavender Brown gave Ron Weasley a smoldering kiss, and Cady noticed Hermione Granger's expression shifting from surprise to what appeared to be a simmering frustration. She leaned over and whispered to the guy from her Transfiguration class, "Looks like we've got some drama brewing among our friends."

He grinned and nodded, "Yeah, I think Hermione might cast a spell on someone if this keeps up."

Just as they exchanged a laugh, Draco Malfoy, acting as the unofficial master of ceremonies, boomed, "Alright, everyone, enough of this tame stuff! We're playing Truth or Dare now."

A chorus of excited and slightly nervous responses followed his announcement. The party atmosphere had taken on a new level of intensity.

Draco, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, spun the bottle, and it twirled gracefully before landing on Susan Bones, a rather sweet Hufflepuff girl who was dressed as a pirate. Her cheeks turned rosy as she accepted the challenge, choosing "truth."

Draco leaned in, his voice laced with playful curiosity. "Alright, Susan, tell us... What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done in front of your crush?"

The room fell into a hushed silence as everyone leaned in, eagerly awaiting her response. Susan hesitated for a moment, a blush spreading across her cheeks, and then she let out a nervous giggle. "Well," she began, "I was talking to him, and I got so nervous that I accidentally spilled my pumpkin juice all over his robes. It was awful!"

Laughter erupted from the group, and Susan joined in, relieved that the embarrassing memory was out in the open. The playful atmosphere of the game continued, with each turn revealing more secrets and daring challenges, adding a touch of mischief to the Halloween party.

The bottle spun in Pansy's hand, the room watching with bated breath as it came to a stop, landing on Cady.

Cady slowly looked up at Pansy, who had that mischievous look on her face, a mixture of curiosity and amusement dancing in her eyes. Cady noticed that Pansy was seated extremely close to Enzo, and the sight made her heart leap with happiness.

"Truth or dare, Cady?" Pansy inquired, her voice tinged with playful intent.

Cady gulped nervously, acutely aware that Pansy, her best friend, probably had some daring question up her sleeve. For a moment, she considered choosing "truth," but then the thought of what Pansy might ask crossed her mind.

She quickly backtracked, a bit hesitantly, and said, "Dare." A triumphant grin spread across Pansy's face as if she had anticipated Cady's choice.

"Cady," she announced, "I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven with..."

Pansy’s eyes scanned the room, and when they landed on Theodore, she uttered, "Theo."

“No!” Cady's response was met with some odd looks from their friends, and she hastily clarified, "No as in he's my best friend, Pansy."

Pansy, however, remained unfazed. "Then it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Cady sighed, reluctantly accepting the dare. She looked over at Theodore, who was already looking at her. Their shared gaze held a depth of emotion that was hard to define.

With hoots and hollers from the partygoers, Cady and Theodore made their way toward the storage closet. As they stepped inside, Cady couldn't help but turn back and giving Pansy the finger before closing the door behind her.

In the confined space of the dark storage closet, Theodore was about to reach for the light switch, but Cady's voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Don't turn it on," she said softly but firmly. He hesitated, then slowly settled back down on his side of the closet.

Awkwardness permeated the tiny space as they both sat in silence. The music from the party outside seemed distant, creating a backdrop to their own world, one filled with unspoken feelings and longing.

Cady was huddled on one side of the closet, her back pressed against the wall, and her knees drawn up to her chest.

Theodore sat on the opposite side, his gaze directed downward at his lap.

They were just inches apart but trapped in a world of silence.

Breaking the silence, Theodore spoke in a voice filled with tenderness, "You look beautiful tonight, Cady."

Cady's response was a soft chuckle, her tipsiness making her more candid. "You can't even see my outfit, stupid."

A smile, though unseen in the darkness, tugged at Theodore's lips. "Maybe not now, but I saw it before. Black suits you."

The silence returned, but it didn't last long. Cady's inhibitions were lowered, and the darkness seemed to grant her the courage to speak her heart. "I hated seeing you out there, dancing and having fun with Leila," she confessed.

“Cady━”

"Just wait a second!” Cady took a deep breath. “I know I should be happy for you, but it hurts knowing that it's not me out there with you. But I get it; you're my best friend, and that's probably all we'll ever be ━”

Before she could continue, Theodore cut her off with a gentle, heartfelt kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of his surprise, his longing, and the unspoken words he had wanted to convey.

In that moment, Cady's heart raced, her head spinning as their lips met. The kiss was both unexpected and electric, filling the dark space with an undeniable connection that went beyond the bounds of friendship.

Cady was surprised at first by Theodore's sudden kiss, but she quickly melted into it, returning his affection with an ardent embrace.

Their lips met in a passionate, longing kiss, and Cady found herself leaning in closer, her desire evident in the way she deepened the kiss.

Theodore had leaned in initially, but his gentle push against the wall was met with Cady's own assertive response. She pushed him back into his place, and as the kiss intensified, she wrapped her arms around his neck, their connection growing even stronger.

After a while, they broke away, both breathless and flushed with emotion. Cady's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself practically on Theo’s lap, their closeness impossible to ignore.

Her fingers found the string that controlled the light bulb, and with a gentle pull, she turned it on.

In the soft, dim light, Cady traced the top of Theodore's lips, which were adorned with the black and white face paint. She bit the bottom of her lip with a small, delighted smile, savoring the closeness they had just shared and the newfound understanding between them.

As the dim light illuminated their faces, Cady's concern crept back into her mind, and she couldn't help but ask, "What about Leila?"

Theodore shrugged, the intensity in his eyes unwavering. "What about her?"

Cady pressed further, her curiosity piqued. "She's your date, isn't she?"

Theodore's response was a nonchalant, "She was, but I think she's much more interested in Harry Potter."

Cady grinned mischievously. "Oh, who isn't?"

“Hey!” Before their conversation could continue, Pansy unexpectedly barged into the closet, and Cady quickly retreated while Theodore cleared his throat.

"Out you go, lovebirds!" Pansy sent Cady a wink as she walked back, and the rosy tinge on her cheeks intensified.

"Oh, god." Cady had forgotten all about the poor boy whom she had spent most of the night with.

Theodore couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Cady sighed, her realization hitting her. "I forgot about Justin.“

Theodore, in a reassuring tone, pointed toward Justin, who was currently chatting with Parvati. "The guy from our Transfiguration class? You don't have to worry about him, Cady."

Rolling her eyes and laughing, Cady relaxed.

The two of them exited the closet hand in hand, unaware of the gasps and smirks from their friends. As they sat down, they remained blissfully ignorant of Mattheo sliding five galleons into Pansy's hand, a bet apparently won.

#theodore nott #harry potter #theo nott #nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott fic #slytherin #halloween #theodore nott imagine #mattheo #mattheoriddle #pansy parkinson #harry james potter #lorenzo berkshire #gallaghereid

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tabithatwo · 1 year

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it's yellowjackets / jennifer's body parallels time!

hi hello keep reading if you would like to hear about shauna/jennifer and jackie/needy, here's my totally noncomprehensive, very much off the cuff thoughts on this very complex and interesting dynamic!!

(i'm not getting into the basic parallels, i'm gonna assume you know the karyn kusama of it all, the heart necklace, the homoerotic female friendship, the death)

yellowjackets is so brilliant because it feeds you stereotypes and absolutely does not deliver on them. there could be an entire paper on each girl and how this is true for them specifically, but walk quickly with me because i want to get into the nitty gritty gory fun stuff! a brief oversimplified example: nat is referred to as a burnout, some would assume she's a loner based on that, but she cares about the team as a unit more than arguably anyone else. (this is common in real life too, our stereotypes often don't hold water in reality and yj reflects that beautifully!)

now to the jackie/shauna of it all. it would be oh so incredibly easy to look at jackie and think she's the jennifer of the duo. we are set up to see her as prettier, more popular, more demanding. but that illusion falls apart QUICKLY if you pay attention to the things that jackie actually says and does. she's not a mean girl. she's actually one of the kindest on the team. she doesn't pick on shauna, she clings. there are plenty of takes on this on tumblr so i won't exhaust it, my adhd loves to digress and meander but i'm forcing myself back onto the trodden path to this point: people look at the first few minutes of the pilot and they immediately decide that they know who these girls are. the audience typecasts jackie as a jennifer and shauna as a needy. the popular, bubbly girl and her shy, bookworm best friend.

a lot of people, especially casual viewers who don't study this show like its their job (god, wonder what that would be like lol) understandably stop here. but to me the BRILLIANCE of yj is that they don't actually make it HARD for you to undo your initial impressions. the material is there. it isn't hidden. it isn't some deeper self of each character that is unraveled throughout seasons. they push, push, push to see just how far they can carry our deeply held stereotypes/expectations. how forward and violent can shauna be, with viewers still clinging to a shy and sweet girl, who was really their own creation? how kind and honestly pathetic kicked-puppy can jackie be, with viewers still clinging to a mean girl, who was really their own creation? how far will we go to warp the characters intentions, so that we can keep them in the box we understand them in? they ask this of the viewer and of other characters, but AGAIN i digress.

so, while this might sit strangely with some, yes i think that jackie is very much aligned with needy if you peel back just one layer. but far above and beyond that, shauna is so very fucking jennifer.

the overall veneer is thinned immediately in yj. there isn't one girl in the stands and one on center stage. jackie and shauna are both on the team. they go to the same parties, they play the same sport, i would argue that shauna isn't even coded as "less pretty" (please note the word coded, because i'm not saying needy is literally less pretty than jennifer, i am simply saying that we have hair, makeup, clothing, glasses trends that we use to stereotype characters, are you with me?)

so now what? now these girls are both and neither. shauna thinks that she is the needy to jackie's jennifer. jackie wears the necklace and the introductory shots frame her as important. but we're already diverting from that set-up.

our absolute clearest common denominator here is one that i rarely see people mention funnily enough: JENNIFER IS A SUCCUBUS. she CONSUMES. she KILLS. she WANTS and she TAKES.

now before you get TOO EXCITED!!! i see some of you getting ready to say i'm a shauna shipman hater, put the pitchforks down!! shauna is one of my favorite characters of all time. i love her crazy ass so deeply that it's alarming. (i don't hate jennifer, either, for the record.) i love her largely for WHAT she is. i think sanitizing or sweetening her is a disservice. she's amazing and complex and wounded and capable of deep love. but she also, quite LITERALLY, consumes.

her character is sex and desire and violence and obsession and consumption. and it's AMAZING. she's POWERFUL. she's our main framing character (in this dynamic), rather than needy. the scripts are switched. jennifer dies and needy lives, and that's one story. that's clearer cut, simpler, made for a horror film. but here, jackie dies and shauna lives, and that story is deep and rich and goes on to include a whole lot more death and destruction and chaos.

shauna tells us herself that it excites her. she likes it. she is this girl. this woman. she reminisces and she recreates and she covets.

jennifer tries to consume needy, shauna literally consumes jackie.

there's more to this story, obviously. you could deep dive and mine for the intricacies of the set up and fall of stereotype and expectation, or collect all of the exact parallels. but i'll stick with a few, because this is a quick outburst of thought.

a huge one, who is taking whose boyfriend?

here's another personal favorite of mine, just for kicks

is it too complex to neatly tuck away? absolutely. they're different stories with different themes. shauna isn't simply a teenager possessed by a demon. it runs far deeper. as is the essence of this show.

but if you want to look at parallels, look at the one who has been holding the knife the whole time.

#can you tell both of these stories make me crazy #i love shauna this is not shauna hate this is shauna LOVE do not misinterpret pls #you guys she EATS people!!#anon who just messaged me about this YES I see you I’m with you here are my thoughts lol #yellowjackets #yellowjackets meta #jennifer's body #shauna shipman #jennifer check #jackie taylor #anita needy lesnicki #karyn kusama #shauna x jackie #jackie x shauna #jackieshauna #shaunajackie

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piglet26 · 3 months

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Top Five Reylo Scenes

Before I start I do want to add why Reylo means so much to me. Recently I went through a really deep depression and part of what pulled me out of it was Reylo. I was able to write essays and do analysis about this OTP. Rewatching the films and focusing on theirs scenes helped get my mind off of some pretty deep stuff. I was also able to receive love and connection through the Reylo community. It's meant a lot to me! Also, I know that Tumblr is very supportive to anyone going through a tough time and directing people to self help lines. If you are going through a time that is really dark or challenging I Love You in Reylo.

Now my top three scenes is tough cause I love them all, but if I had to focus on an order to the game I'd say........

5 " You Need a Teacher"

“There’s a history in Star Wars of the attraction between the light and dark…”

Truth be told I'm surprised this scenes ranked as high as it did with me because I do not like that she beat him. The more I thought about it I realized why I did want to rank it. There is something raw and dirty about them here. The look of sheer amazement he gives her after that lightsaber flew to her was everything. The force theme beginning to play. Then when she lit the lightsaber and he was like "oh, you wanna duel? ok, let's duel then." The moment they found the force together with their faces beautifully lit up. It really is great.

There is nothing violent really about their fight, like I don't fear for their lives. Resembling the scene where Kylo Ren said could “take whatever he wants” and “Don’t be afraid, I feel it too” while looking at her lips. The chemistry took me by complete surprise and I shifted in my seat uncertainly watching this the first time. Surely I shouldn’t like a murderer and a villain with Rey, but I couldn’t help it. This very chemistry, though probably amounting to less than ten minutes of actual interaction between each other, leaves the audience with a hungry desire for more.

Reylo and Anidala could be mirrors of each other with Anakin falling to the Dark Side because of his selfish love for Padme and Kylo coming back to the Light because of his selfless love for Rey.

When Kylo is with Rey, he is calmer, and calculating. For Kylo, the seduction is to the Light. However, when Rey first searches out the Force with her feelings, she immediately ends up in the Dark Side, and is unafraid to take what she wants from it. In battle, she is furious, screaming and bent on destruction. As I mentioned above, Anidala and Reylo could be the Force’s attempts at balancing itself. Where Anidala was destined to fail, Reylo is destined to prevail and finally balance the Force.

4 "You'll turn........I'll help you"

“The Abduction,” the song in TFA when the “bridal carry” happens, has a very similar ascending line of notes to a recurring theme in Tchaikovsky’s Romeo and Juliet overture.

I love everything about this. The infamous elevator scene. Reylo once again dominates the screen in The Last Jedi, easily rendering Finn’s growing romance with Rose bland and tedious in comparison. Rian Johnson is a Reylo stan so I stan him. This is the first time Rey and Kylo are physically side by side since she tried to kill him in the forest on Star killer Base. It's the most sexually charged body language! They spiffed up for one another. She’s changed her clothes, put on makeup and decided to leave her hair down. His hair is freshly washed with a spritz.

“Ben” She’s using his real name now and like in every scene with her now he's calm. He hates his name, but when she says it he hears her. She's appealing to his true nature, or, what she believes it to be. It's possessive as well. He is HER Ben. The way he tried not to have a reaction to her until she said his name. He's trying to stay blank and not give away what he intends to do, but none the less has a reaction to her.

Rian Johnson basically confirmed that Kylo / Ben wanted to kiss Rey in the elevator scene. It’s canon so I am prepared to fight. Not to mention, Johnson tells us that Adam Driver, as Kylo / Ben, seriously considered kissing Rey in this scene. He is, indeed, staring at her lips in the elevator with the most intense eye contact.

Reylo speaks to me, and many others, on a spiritual level. Like many stories of both maiden and monster, Reylo shows us what it means to be a heroine. A heroine reaches her hand out to monsters and says: you deserve love and compassion, no matter the mistakes you’ve made. We're in a movement where women are tired of "fixing" men and I'm here for it. I honestly think that's why so many woman found it difficult that Reylo is not soft and sweet.

3 ........Ben?"

Adam Driver says Kylo Ren can’t help but harbor admiration for Daisy Ridley’s Rey in the Last Jedi. “I think there’s something familiar there, as well as something to be feared, or something… that he (Kylo) can’t quite place.”

Let me go ahead and say that I'm going to cheat.... I'm including the novelization in this because that mixed with novel is what gives me life. TROS brought such mixed Reylo emotions. We got great stuff! In small doses *eye roll* In the novel. She was glad to see him. Glad to be with him in this moment. It was the greatest gift she could have given him. His heart was full as Rey reached for his face, let her fingers linger against his cheek. And then, wonder of wonders, she leaned forward and kissed him.

The way Rey sits in wonder...... never mind she was borderline dead..... Ben is there, really there and she's just staring in wonder. Ben is looking at her in painful awe and relief. They are both almost child-like in their affection. The way Rey hesitates, after years alone, it takes her a moment to work up the courage for her first kiss. Ben just lets her take her time. The way he waits patiently for her to work up the courage and then the moment the kiss, he pulls her to him like she is the air he breathes for his first kiss. Oh! The smiles. Seriously?! Ben and Rey are happy! There was fireworks, champagne and pussy power! Rey’s hand. Ben gave his very life essence to Rey because his love is that absolute.

And let’s not forget the novelization of TLJ had this quote “They will never have to be alone again”.

Now this is where things get messy as hell. Adam was on the set of Tatooine..... but as they cut that ending. Daisy stated regarding the ending “the crew was shaken in a way I had not seen before. and I thought, ‘my god if this is people’s immediate reaction when the scene isn’t even ready, imagine what it will be like to see it in the movies, with the John Williams soundtrack and all that." When Ben faded into the force...... no one felt anything for a moment then there was just confusion and disappointment. You cannot nor will you ever have me believing that this janky ending was the real deal.

2 "Join Me.......... Please"

“He (Kylo) sensed his and Rey’s destinies were intertwined, but how?......"

The Throne Room Proposal! Kylo premeditated in the purest Sith way regarding the murdering of his Master for his bae. Then he gives Rey a furious speech on killing the past in a bid to win her over and fulfill his dark Queen fantasy. “You come from nothing, you’re nothing—but not to me,” Kylo tells Rey, in one of the most beautifully twisted declarations of love ever uttered in a family blockbuster, before quietly pleading with her to join him like he’s the most desperately lonely person in the universe. The duo’s visions of their future together—Rey sees Kylo turning to the Light, and Kylo witnesses Rey joining him in the Dark. However, upon Snoke’s death, the bond still stands. Kylo offers Rey a place at his side and his hand in marriage, but it is the proposal of an awkward boy, grasping desperately at a relationship he has only begun to understand.

And you can see it in her face, that she’s torn, there is a part of her that wants to take his hand, not to rule the galaxy, that’s not her ambition, but to simply stay with someone who truly understands her as well. But it’s the ‘please’ Adam Driver showed that Julliard education with that one word. Both actors just brough it. You can see how far they've come and yet still so far away from each other.

1 "You're Not Alone.......Neither are You"

“When Rey feels rejected by Luke Skywalker, who also sees parallels between the power in her and the abilities of his estranged nephew, the old Jedi master inadvertently pushes the two towards each other.”

You knew it was coming. In TLJ, Kylo is at his most sympathetic and tempting; Rey at her most understanding. Both are outcasts because of their power, they are both lonely, whispering to each other comfortingly “you’re not alone” and “neither are you.” Kylo sees more in Rey than she does within herself. He also challenges her as an equal. Ben ultimately encourages her to not only expand her mind, but in embrace her womanhood. It is no wonder that Rey goes to him. After experiencing Luke and his failings as a master and failing to find the answer's she's been looking for....... Rey ends up relating to Kylo. Kylo, for once, has put the whole of misery and life lessons into something productive.

When we find them alone in a dark hut, slowly lean towards each other, and very hesitantly touch hands in a scene fraught with romantic tension. Notably, the Force music plays during the scene, signaling their relationship’s importance. A tear crawls down Rey’s face as the two connect and understand each other on a level so deep that it is reminiscent of sex, and causes Luke Skywalker to pull the ultimate Dad move and blow up the hut.

As Rey and Kylo develop their bond we see the force attempting to balance itself. Yin and Yang....... the imagery littered throughout the sequel trilogy is drawn heavily from those belief systems. We see continuous parallel shots with Rey and Ben to represent this duality. Both are presented in contrasting surroundings that represent the duality of the masculine and the feminine. In many shots half of their figure is bathed in light and the other half is bathed in the darkness.

This connection is as spiritual as it is romantic. As Jason Fry explained, romance is merely the analog we have in the living force for this deep spiritual bond.

#reylo #star wars #rey star wars #ben solo #ben solo deserved better #rey skywalker #kylo x rey #kylo ren #ben solo x rey #my otp #otp #star wars reylo #reylo au #reylo prompt #reylo art #disney star wars

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I’m sorry but scummy scara has been living in my head rent free and I’m always checking your blog to see if you’ve posted more about him alsjshsk.

Here’s some of my brainrot about him:

✩ he once noticed you forgot to eat a few times and now he’s insisted on making lunch for you a few times a week! (Ei’s very shocked to find him in the kitchen with one of her cook books open but after an outburst from him, she doesn’t question it further). He brings you all sorts of things he’s made and watches in delight as you eat it all. You don’t need to know that his cum has been mixed into everything and he’s tucking himself in as close to the table as possible so you can’t see how hard he is as the thought of a part of him being inside of you as you go about your day. It comforts him to know that even when you go to your separate homes at the end of the day, there’s still a part of him with you.

✩ similarly, he’s always worried that you’re not drinking enough and so he’s offering his water bottle to you all the time!! Yeah, it’s so he can have something that you’ve put your mouth on but if you’re staying hydrated too then it’s a win for both of you, right? You don’t need to know how he’ll savour the taste of you (or even your lipgloss) on the bottle when he’s alone.

✩ on the note of makeup, I’m sure your lip balm/stick/gloss/whatever will always go missing because he’s always stealing them. You don’t know that either though, you just know that your friend Scara is kind enough to give you some money when you’re upset about losing your makeup so you can buy some more! He just loves using them and fantasising about how you’ll taste when he kisses you!!

✩ also Scara helping you with some class project and he has this super cool trick to help you filter through searches, he just has to download something for you! Yeah he does what he says but while he does “all the boring technical stuff” that he says you don’t need to pay attention to, he’s downloading his own malware that lets him access your computer remotely whenever he wants. He’ll get off to your pretty face through your webcam when he returns home and omg imagine he finds out about your tumblr blog!

Oof sorry that was a lot lol. I have a few other idea but I’ll save those for another ask ;) Can I be 🫧 anon or 🪷 if bubble is already taken? Hope you had a good Christmas :)

Love this so much, 🫧 anon, welcome 🥺🫶

He’s soooo freaking cute, how he stares at you with excitement bubbling up in his chest when you bite down into the sandwich he had so generously made for you the night before. Wether he used the excuse of ‘I accidentally made a second one’ or not, none of it mattered because when he saw the way your eyes lit up as he handed it to you, or how you so adorably thanked him for his thoughtfulness— he knew he had just gained a few extra points towards his end goal.

“Hm? Theres a weird after taste the mayonnaise leaves on your tongue? Oh, I’m sure it just cause… it’s a knock off brand! So don’t worry about it too much.” He’s smiling at you so innocently, with pure looking eyes that you don’t even bother to pry any longer— and instead accept the offering he had made (specifically) for you. Lol, there’s no possible way he would have mixed his cum inside! Not a chance.

“Speaking of mayonnaise… there’s a little bit uhhh.. right here. Allow me.” Scaramouche knows he’s too impatient, and can’t bother to wait for your response— so he’s quickly leaning in close and brushing his thumb over the edge of your mouth, and ever so slightly slipping his finger between your lips to awkwardly push the sauce against your teeth. He’s blushing profusely about the closeness of your bodies and the way your tongue almost automatically lols out to lick the residue off his thumb, and you’re embarrassed because wow! That’s kinda… embarrassing. Hmm, wonder why my good friend and classmate, Scaramouche is so flushed red and sweating.

I love your brain so much :(( so cute and wholesome Aww. Lmao imagine if you didn’t have a webcam, he’d go home sulking about how his plan was ruined. Maybe he could snag your phone number instead, so he doesn’t have to email you 😕

Hope you have a happy holidays !! 🫶 thanks for interacting, 🫧 <3 (sorry this was so short and rushed, I have family over for New Years!))

#🫧 anon #scummy scara :(#genshin impact x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact smut #x female reader

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stardust-goddess · 9 months

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Effort

Dean Winchester x Plus Size! Reader

Summary: Reader feels like she needs to put in extra effort to look and feel beautiful. Dean doesn’t think so.

A/N: hi everyone! I’m new to tumblr and writing but wanted to give this a shot. I feel like I might have made Dean out of character, but I think of this almost every morning when I get ready and just loved the idea. This is the first fanfic I’ve ever written, so let me know what you think and Enjoy!💕

The room was full of sunlight when you opened your eyes. Squinting at the brightness you took in the familiar surroundings of the motel room as you became more alert.

You and the boys were in Montana. Sam had found news articles of multiple murders from the past few months, all in close proximity to each other. With all the evidence leaning towards a possible werewolf, you and the boys packed up Baby and made your way to the latest murder scene to investigate. After a few days the hunt was successful and you all went back to the motel to get some sleep before heading back to the bunker.

Looking across from where you were, you noticed Sam’s bed was empty with a note on the pillow. ‘Probably out for his morning run’ you thought. Making a mental note to confirm that as soon as you got up. Turning slightly, you found Dean. He was still asleep, arms and body completely wrapped around you encasing you in warmth. You snuggled a little deeper in his embrace giving yourself a few extra minutes before finally getting up to start getting ready.

Slowly sitting up from the bed so Dean wouldn’t be disturbed, you untangled yourself from his arms. After checking Sam’s note and confirming he was in fact on a run and promised to bring back breakfast, you made your way to the bathroom. Starting to wash up for the day you looked over yourself in the mirror.

Looking at your bare face you sighed, today was definitely another makeup day. You’re skin looked a little blotchier then usual, with dark circles under your eyes, and a dull complexion. Eyes traveling a little further down you took in the rest of your body. Big arms, stomach, and thighs bounced back at you.

You had always felt insecure about your appearance. Being the size you were, you felt like whenever you were out in public people would stare. That they were judging you, and thinking you were big and sloppy looking when you really weren’t. This led you to putting extra effort into your appearance. Makeup always on, hair nicely styled, and a well put together outfit for the day. Being a hunter, this wasn’t something that you could pull off everyday, but you tried your best. On the days that you couldn’t, you always felt a little anxious, but Dean always made you feel better.

Dean made you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. Underneath his tough hunter persona, he was so gentle and loving. Always complimenting you, and taking care of you. While he helped your confidence little by little, you still couldn’t stop those negative thoughts racing through your mind from time to time. Those thoughts where you wished you looked like the women you saw on TV and magazines. Women who were skinny and effortlessly beautiful. Women who could throw on leggings and a t-shirt with little to no makeup, and looked like they stepped off the runway.

Shaking those thoughts from your head. You finished washing up. Grabbing your hand held mirror and makeup bag to bring back to the bed. You always like doing your makeup sitting on your bed. It was comfortable and you had plenty of space to spread your products around. Walking out of the bathroom you noticed Sam was still out. You also noticed that Dean was now awake, sitting against the headboard, and scrolling through his phone. Seeing you in his peripheral vision, Dean looked up and gave you a breathtaking smile. God he was so gorgeous.

“Good Morning Baby.” Dean said lovingly reaching his arm out for you.

“Morning Handsome.” giving him a smile of your own, you grabbed his outstretched hand and let him lead you back to the bed. Settling you in between his legs, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, making his way down to the part of your shoulder that was peeking out of your oversized shirt. His arms wrapped around you to pull you a little closer.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Good, I always sleep the best when you’re with me, you?” you replied grabbing your makeup bag to get what you needed.

“Great, because my gorgeous girl was next to me.”

Dean dropped more kisses to your shoulder making you giggle, but inside you felt a little pang of sadness. You just woke up there’s no way you looked gorgeous right now.

you fell into a comfortable silence after that, enjoying each other’s presence while you started your makeup. Putting concealer first then foundation you started to bounce your beauty blender across your face, making sure everything got covered evenly. Once that was done you started coating your lashes in mascara. Dean watched you from your little mirror as you worked. Rubbing little circles into your hips with his thumbs, Dean broke the silence.

“Baby, you know we’re going to be in the car most of the day right? You don’t have to get all dolled up if you don’t want to.”

Stopping mid mascara swipe you looked down in your lap for a second before continuing

“I know, but I have too. If I want to look good I have to put the extra effort in.”

Dean’s brows scrunched together in confusion.

“Extra effort? What do you mean? You always look beautiful.”

Finishing your mascara you close the tube and look back down in your lap.

“I have to put more work in to look pretty. If I don’t people will see me and think I’m lazy and sloppy. I’m already big I don’t need to add more fuel to the fire”

Dean couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He knew you had insecurities and did his best to remind you that you were amazing and let your confidence shine through. Despite this you did still have some bad days, but this is first time you expressed those negative thoughts so bluntly. He couldn’t let those thoughts continue a second longer. Angling your body more towards him, Dean tucked some loose hair behind your ear before tilting your chin up.

“Listen to me baby, strangers opinions on the street don’t matter. They don’t have the honor of knowing how amazing you are. You’re so selfless and hard working. You constantly put others before yourself, saving people and helping me and Sammy make the world a little better. You’re not lazy and definitely not sloppy you’re stunning.”

Pulling you a little closer Dean continues

“Makeup, or no makeup, dressed up or dressed down you always look so pretty and so amazing. I get lost in those gorgeous eyes and this gorgeous body. I love the way you feel in my hands and pressed against me. You’re absolutely beautiful inside and out.”

You close your eyes, a little overwhelmed by his sweet words. He was right, others opinions didn’t matter. Finally finding your voice you speak up

“I just can’t help it sometimes. You could have any gorgeous woman on your arm, but you picked me. I feel like I have to prove to the world that I deserve you.”

Closing the rest of the distance between you, Dean presses a searing kiss to your lips. A kiss so full of love and want you feel warmth spread through your body. Breaking the kiss Dean cups your cheek, thumb running across your bottom lip.

“You have nothing to prove. I already have a gorgeous woman and I’m not letting her go anywhere.”

Blushing you let a smile work it’s way across your lips.

“There’s that smile I love, brightens my whole day.”

Moving you back into your original position, Dean slips his hand under your shirt. Rubbing small circles on your back while the other hand grabs your lipstick handing it to you.

“You already look beautiful baby but might as well finish what you started.”

Grabbing the tube you also grab your discarded mirror to finish up. Feeling lighter after talking with Dean. You were beautiful, you were confident, and with Dean by your side you could take on the world.

“I love you Dean, thank you.”

“I love you too baby, always.”

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kinz-aeh · 2 years

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Summer 85 - Eddie Munson

Part 1 (1/?)

Summary: You’re working at Scoops Ahoy and find yourself in front of your crush serving him ice cream.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Warnings: Might have some swearing, it’s mostly fluff, might have some suggestive idea but not much details. Tell me if I need to put more warnings

Authors note: Hey there ! (oh dear I’m scared) First time posting here. I apologize, English is not my first language, I hope at least I did okay for that first part, let me know if you’d like more ! Have a good day !

**Idk how to tag people in here im new to tumblr, best I can do is leaving the link to part 2 here. Again im sorry, I’m just very confused.

Part 2 ________

It was summer time, but, as expected, your parent’s didn’t want you to sit in your bedroom all day, all summer and do nothing but listen to music and read magazines. At first, you said to yourself that you would go out from time to time with some friends. But all of them had family activities or went away on vacation. Things that would only leave you and yourself all alone for the rest of the summer. So you just decided to earn money by applying to Scoops Ahoy, in order to buy yourself more music cassettes.

You loved music. All kinds, pop, rock, punk, classical, even metal. You had an insane music collection back at home, a mix of cassettes you’ve bought yourself or received as presents. One thing was for sure, you always wanted to be a radio host. You loved sharing music, and talk about all those artists that just debuted and broke into the music industry. It was a passion. But, aside your best friends, not many people knew about that.

There was also Edward Munson who knew that, even if he might have forgotten by now. At school, you two were in the same english class. Back then, the teacher gave a project to do in groups of two. Since none of your friends were in the same class, you were left all alone, and so was Eddie. So, of course the teacher decided to put the two of you together. When he first spoke to you, you felt strange. His eyes, his smile, the way he would play with his hair, all of this would make you feel… Some type of way. He was kind to you, but he didn’t seem interested in the project, neither did he seem interested in you, even when you told him a bit about yourself. You never told your friends about this little crush you developed for him. And, secretly, you found yourself looking at him across the cafeteria during lunch time, always sitting with his friend at his table and you with yours.

You never had the courage to go talk to him, and neither did he ever went to talk to you again. Summer came and you didn’t get to see him. You were working at the ice cream parlor, with Steve ‘’The Hair’’ Harrington and Robin, nothing else. You didn’t go out as much, since working got you a bit tired and there wasn’t much to do after closed hours. You worked for long hours, scooping ice cream for kids and dealing with bad customers. And how could you forget Miss Sinclair, always ringing that bell to try every flavors of ice cream, twice, almost everyday. You at least became good friends with Steve and Robin. They were kind to you and when you had time at the shop you guys would joke around a little bit. It made your days a little bit better.

And today came. A very long day at Starcourt Mall. You had to close the store, and deal with customers again. When you arrived at the ice cream parlor, Robin and Steve were already there, dealing with various customers. You had your famous uniform on, and had to put the hat too. You went in the back store to get yourself prepared and then proceeded to start your work. As Steve and Robin were handling the clients, you started to do a store check up, and the usual cleaning stuff you had to do.

‘’Oh hey Y/N, didn’t see you come in ! How are you ?’’ Asked Robin as she turned to you when she finished with her clients. She smiled at you, but you could see how tired she already was. At first it seamed to be her makeup, but then you saw that her eyes were puffier than usual.

‘’Hey, I’m doing fine, but you seem tired, are you ok ?’’ You asked and Steve turned to the two of you.

‘’Hi Y/N’’ He said simply, letting Robin respond to your question.

‘’Yeah, well tired as usual, didn’t get to sleep much.’’ She said in a sigh. You nodded and turned to Steve.

‘’Hi Steve, hope you’re doing fine’’ You said with a shy smile and he only nodded back to you. Robin laughed a little, pointing at you the white board she left on the side.

‘’Dingus still tried to flirt with some girl. Wanna guess what happened ?’’ Robin asked to you in a little laugh. You shrugged and looked at Steve, who was clearly embarrassed but tried to hide it the best he could.

‘’Please Robin, stop with that. You clearly know its the hat !’’ He said, and there it goes, both of them were talking and arguing.

You laughed a little a them, but then your gaze turned to the outside of the parlor, where you could see a part of the mall. People were walking from everywhere, gathering, talking to one another. They all seemed happy to just spend some time around here. But, to your surprise, not far away, you could see a head you just knew so well. His hair was tied in a low bun, and replacing his usual Hellfire Club shirt, he was now wearing a metal group T-shirt, with his usual jeans and handkerchief in his back pocket. Your eyes stoped for a sec at his butt, the jeans fitted Eddie so well. You realized he was laughing, talking to his group friend, and walking away from the parlor. Your eyes followed him. You found yourself biting your lower lip as you dreamed a bit. How would it feel to just come up to him, hug him, smile at him, talk to him. You felt your heart flutter for a sec. Just the fact that he was in the same mall as you made you feel sick, love sick. And your expression on your face, your stillness, got the attention of both Steve and Robin.

‘’Y/N, you ok there ?’’ Asked Steve, resting his hand on your shoulder. You woke up from your slight daydreaming and turned to your coworkers. ‘’Oh ! Yeah absolutely ! Why ?’’ But Robin didn’t believe a single thing of what you said. You cheeks felt hot, and your voice felt softer than usual.

‘’Steve, I think we have a case here.’’ Robin said, suddenly smiling. She cracked you. She just knew. And Steve ‘’Fucking Hair’’ Harrington was smiling from ear to ear as he knew too. ‘’So ! Tell us Y/N, who is the lucky number ?’’ Asked Steve, winking at you, teasing you obviously.

You immediately hid your face in your hands, sighing and letting out a little sound of despair. Nobody have to know, they don’t have to know ! It’s personal ! You didn’t have to say it ! But, this feeling in your chest, of keeping it for yourself, you needed it out ! It was suddenly tempting ! To just say his name. But Eddie Munson had a reputation, what would they think ? You’re some kind of girl who crushed on bad boys during her rebel phase ? No, you didn’t have a phase, you didn’t have a crush on a bad boy, you have a crush on Edward Munson. ‘’If I say so, you guys are going to laugh at me’’ You said, a little ashamed of yourself. Robin smiled at you and gave you a comforting hug. ‘’You don’t have to be ashamed Y/N. At least if it’s not Keith from the video store… Please don’t tell me its Keith.’’ Mumbled Steve.

‘’No ! It’s not Keith at all… It’s…’’ But you stopped. You were scared to say his name, and be laughed at for your dumb, young love sick feelings. Even if Robin was comforting you. And Steve really seemed to root for you and your crush. ‘’I mean, everyone thinks he’s…’’ You stopped again and looked around making sure that Eddie wasn’t near from you. ‘’Everyone thinks he’s a freak… But he’s kind and, nice looking ! I mean. He’s hot no doubt… But, you guys will probably think I’m stupid to have the hots for him.’’

‘’If you say Billy…’’ Steve started but you cut him off.

‘’No ! Not Billy, he’s a duche. I mean… Not to be mean and all… Is just… It’s…’’ You looked again, making sure nobody else would hear you. ‘’I like Eddie Munson.’’

The look on their face made you immediately feel bad. Well, until Robin came to give you a big hug. They were both surprised since they never actually saw you talk to him. And also surprised to now know he was the type you liked. You hid again your face as you felt your cheeks get even hotter. You held this urge to just run into the freezer and barricade yourself in it.

‘’Really ?’’ Asked Steve, tilting his head on the side. But Robin punched him in the shoulder to shut him off. ‘’Ow ! What that for !’’

‘’It’s ok Y/N ! You don’t have to be ashamed, you have the right to love whoever you want ! Steve and me, we are just a little bit confused, and surprised. I mean, where does that come from ?’’ She asked you. But as you were about to respond, you heard the famous Scoops Ahoy bell ring.

‘’Talking gossip while at work, I see.’’ This voice was too familiar. You didn’t want to turn, and yet, you found yourself looking right at Eddie. He was there, his arms crossed on the counter, leaning forward and looking at you with a big smile on. Jesus H, he was hot just standing like that. His tied hair, with some strands falling on the sides of his face. You heart just couldn’t stop beating and for quite a while you thought everyone was hearing it. Robin silently pushed you toward the cash register and pulled Steve to the back store. ‘’Oh ! Hey Eddie, long time no see !’’ You said, with a shaky voice. You approached him slowly at the cash register, pulling your most beautiful… Working smile. ‘’What can I serve you today ?’’

Eddie looked at you for a moment, then glanced behind him. His friends were all sitting at a table, talking, like usual. He then looked back at you, slightly tilting his head on the side.

‘’Yeah, long time no see. Hum…’’ He paused for a second and looked at his hands, playing a little with his silver rings. His tongue was slightly out, as if he was thinking before talking. It made you feel weak to the knees. ‘’Tell me, what’s your favorite flavor ?’’ He asked you, and you just took a moment to finally respond to him, in a little shaky voice you were trying to hold so much.

‘’I’d say strawberry. It’s so good.’’ You said, forcing yourself to look at him in the eyes.

‘’Can I try some ?’’ He asked kindly, still leaned forward. You nodded and took a small spoon, scooping a small amount of your favorite flavored ice cream. You tried your best not to shake. You handed him the small spoon, but instead of taking it in his hand, he slowly leaned a bit more toward you and straight up put the small spoon in his mouth. And he was looking right at you. After a moment, you just let go of the spoon nervously, looking away from his gaze. You felt as if he was trying something on you. He laughed a little and turned to look at his friends. ’’I don’t actually know what these guys want. So hum… Maybe something we could all share together. I don’t know… Surprise me Y/N.’’

He remembered your name, that made you smile a little more, shyly. You hid a little your hands, feeling the tip of your fingers shake a little after this event. Your heart just couldn’t stop pounding in your chest. And you were trying your best to breath normally.

‘’Banana boats are great to share with friends.’’ You said, trying to hold your shaking voice even more.

He smiled at you and turned to his friend. ‘’Guys, banana boat, sounds good ?’’ He asked and they all agreed.

You nodded and turned to start the Banana boat, but right there, at the window, your two friendly coworkers were smiling from ear to ear, spying on you. Steve was eating a banana, as if he would eat popcorn at a movie theater, his eyes wide open on the two of you ready to see what the next step it’s gonna be. You loosed your smile a second, pretended they didn’t exist, then started your boat. You then remembered your uniform. You thought you must be the ugliest right now, working in front of your crush in a blue sailor uniform. You felt ashamed. As you scooped the ice cream, you felt Eddie’s eyes looking right at you. It wasn’t the most perfect banana boat, maybe the ugliest you made, but still delicious. You were so nervous in front of him. Then you came to give it to him. ‘’I’m sorry, maybe I should make another one instead, I messed it up a little.’’ You said to Eddie, showing the young metalhead the boat you just made.

‘’It’s fine Y/N. It’s still going to taste great. How much ?’’ He asked.

‘’2.90$… Huh, you sure you don’t want me to make another ?’’ You asked as he paid.

‘’How caring. Thank you, sweetheart, you deserve a tip.’’ At this you just completely froze, looking at him and feeling your face hotter by the time. ‘’You… You really don’t have to Eddie !’’ But he only winked at you while giving yo some crumpled cash in your hand. Then he turned, going to his table.

You awkwardly stood there, with the money in your hands. You then decided to move, and put the money at its righteous place, the tip jar. You then turned at the window who was now closed, and decided to go hide in the back store. When the door closed behind you, you almost let yourself drift away, you almost screamed and started to cry, but you hold everything up. You were ashamed, you could’ve done something better ! And your uniform ! It was so ugly !

‘’He called you sweetheart !’’ Murmured Robin, super excited by this encounter. But you just sat at the table in silence. Both your friends started to worry.

‘’He probably just said that because he thinks it’s funny, or something like that.’’ You said, slumping on the table, hiding your face in your arms. ‘’With the look on his face, Oh my Jesus I swear he’s in love Y/N.’’ Said Robin, in a small chuckle. Your eyes slowly looked up at her.

‘’Wait, really ?’’ And she nodded, eyes wide open, huge smile on her face. Steve, next to her, still eating that banana, was nodding too.

‘’Can I just say that Eddie is better at flirting than Steve.’’ She said in a laugh, and Steve’s head turned to Robin, yet again disappointed in her comments. ‘’I mean he literally ate ice cream out of the spoon YOU, my dear, were holding ! That’s hot !’’ The bell rang again and Steve decided to go instead of you. He knew that you weren’t in a stable emotional situation to deal with clients right now, and he was tired to hear Robin make comments about his flirting skills. ‘’When you were making that boat, he was playing with his hair, and he was biting his lips while looking at you. Clearly, that’s a sign that the feeling is mutual.’’ Robin said.

‘’I don’t believe you, have you seen our uniform ? It’s ugly ! Who would be drooling over that kinda crap !’’ You shook your head, not believing a single thing of what just happened. You got up ready to go back and face the world again.

‘’Let’s talk about it another day, it’s almost giving me a headache.’’ You said, as you pushed the door for the front store. You then met Erica and her besties, all there to ’try out’’ the ice cream again. Steve was standing there, waiting for that awful time to pass. You looked passed the counter to see that Eddie’s table was now left with a banana split emptied bowl. Yet again, you felt disappointed.

— 🍦A H O Y 🍦—

It was finally closing hours, you guys were exhausted by that long day. The smell of ice cream started to make you feel a bit nauseous, and you just wanted to finally get away from this hell of a parlor faster than you came in. Robin was counting the cash and Steve was cleaning the floor with the mop. You were cleaning the rest of the store. Then ready to go, you guys counted the tip jar, looking at all the cash you made for yourselves. Steve looked at one of the tips and chuckled a little.

‘’Funny, someone wrote something on this’’ He said showing it to the both of you. Robin gasped a second, and then in your turn, you gasped as you read on the crumpled dollar:

I’ll wait for you in the parking lot. - EM

‘’That’s actually creepy’’ said Robin in a laugh. ‘’What ?’’ Asked Steve, not understanding. Then he read it again. And he gasped too, making a surprised expression. ‘’Y/N ! I think you have a date !’’

‘’No way…’’

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fluff #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn fanfic #joseph quinn imagine #stranger things fanfic

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ruinedbylanadelrey · 5 months

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King of Your Heart

Chapter 16 "I wanna be the king"

summary: All that Frankie has ever wanted to be was your everything. After years of being best friends one phone call changes everything between the two of you.

inspired by The King by Sarah Kinsley

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader is 28-29, Frankie 38-39), friends with benefits -> situationship, Frankie isn't a dad (yet), jealously, best friends with benefits, reader is toxic, reader wears makeup, reader has long hair, it's the last fucking chapter, so many taylor swift references, fluff, husband!frankie, smut, pregnancy (not reader), angst, courthouse wedding, no y/n, pet names, possessiveness, triple frontier boys, Tom is dead, reader is a flirt

an: i think i will be deleting this fic from tumblr at the end of the week. so read up while you can all because of this message<3 but thank you all for reading. i loved this ride of a story, i appreciate all my supporters. here's the fucking happy ending everyone wanted, i rewrote this last chapter 3 fucking times because i just didn't want everyone to hate me anymore than already do. i had a whole other author's note for the last chapter but nevermind.

inside the world of king of your heart

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It's been 6 months since Frankie popped the question after you and him had sat down and talked out everything you both have done to each other and then talked about little Morales on the way. Frankie offered you the chance to leave but you held his scruffy face in your hands, staring into his deep brown eyes, and said "Frankie, I want you and everything that comes with it." Frankie smiles, his eyes crinkling, and starts to tear up. Your heart soars when he nuzzles his face into your palms, breathing in your sweet scent and the warmth of your soft skin.

A wedding was out of the picture when you and Frankie decided to start looking for a bigger home for your growing family. You and her buried the hatchet and will do everything in the best interest of everyone's baby. You offered to take her to the doctor's appointments because you told her that the baby is just as much yours as hers.

Spending so much time with her created a nice acquaintanceship. The only stress you had was getting ready to welcome a human into the world. There were days when it was painful to be around her since she was living out your dream. Pregnant with Frankie's baby. You thought it was a sign to never have kids, just put it in the back of your mind. Frankie would come to the appointments when his job allowed him.

"I have a feeling it's a girl," she rubs her belly and looks out the window while you drove to the appointment. You smile and nod in response. "I have the same feeling," it was nice to agree and not have any fight behind it. You all agreed for it to be a surprise to find out the sex of the baby.

When the baby shower came around your emotions got heavier, especially when it was of her family and all of Frankie's family too. You felt like the black sheep of the party, sticking out like a sore thumb, no one talking to you besides Mari and Charolette. Frankie's mother was doting on Vanessa and Frankie. You had to remind yourself to keep a smile on your face and just enjoy being around your new family. It was also like a housewarming party since you found the perfect house. But the guys weren't there and Frankie had only stayed for an hour before leaving all the ladies with each other.

He slinks out of the living room to the kitchen, finding you mixing more punch and staring into the crystal bowl with the red liquid threatening to spill over the edges.

"Mama is looking for you," Frankie comes up behind you and wraps his strong arms around your waist. Your stirring comes to a halt, and your muscles tense up Frankie kisses your head and rubs your shoulders. He knows you've been on edge lately, he knew your mind was racing about what his mother wants to talk to you about. "Okay, I'll see you later, baby," You say, turning around to face him in his plaid button-up and slacks. You lay a sweet kiss on his cheek then sliding out of his arms.

The talk with his mother went a little like this, "I know you love him and he loves you but you're keeping a family apart." you sat there and nodded at everything she said. She wasn't wrong, you knew she was right, watching Frankie become a less angry person as the due date grew close and he was sweet with Vanessa. You didn't feel kicked aside at all through the months until now sitting in the mess of the aftermath of having over 30 people in your home. A glimpse into your future, with the birthday parties and holidays. Left cleaning other people's mess with Frankie god knows where.

You dismissed what his mother said, never bringing it up to Frankie. You know better than to play with fire. It was a Friday morning when you woke up next to Frankie waking up for work. The ache in your chest is suffocating as you stare at your future husband probably thinking about her and the baby instead of you and how you were right there next to him. You felt like a stranger in your own home. Frankie looks at you and smiles with his boyish grin.

"Let's get married today," Frankie rolls and hovers above you, caging you in with his arms. He looks down at you, seeing you with a shocked expression. "R-Really?" You sit in a rush, almost smacking into Frankie, he chuckles and nods, sitting up with you in the middle of the bed. Your arms wrap around his neck and you smash your lips against his. You rush out of bed and pull Frankie along with you. Frankie starts the shower with you kissing his shoulder blade and hugging him. Anticipation sat in your tummy, the day has finally come and still the ache rests on your chest.

You pull out the dress you picked for this day, a short off-white dress with puffy sleeves. You didn't need to be at the courthouse until 1 pm, took the few hours you had left to write the vows. Frankie disappears to the bedroom while you sat at the white desk. The pen was slipping from your grip, and the sweat from your palms collected when you wrote the last line of your vows. Sealing the papers in the envelope, smoothing out your dress before walking out of your office

Frankie heard your heels click on the hardwood floors that you demanded when you and him were looking for houses. He quickly folds the papers in half, shoving them in the envelope. He heads down the stairs and meets you in the living room.

You were looking at your reflection in the TV, and you turned around to see Frankie wearing the white dress shirt, unbuttoned at the top, no tie, black slacks. His dark brown hair was effortlessly styled with a brush through his hair with his fingers. He kept his scruff and mustache, your heart swelled at the sight of him. You smile at the memory of you pestering Frankie when you first became friends, you had gifted him clothes for his birthday telling him 'It's okay to invest in nice clothes'.

You and Frankie stand in front of each other with the envelopes behind each other's backs. When you had dreamed of your wedding day you always imagined it with people buzzing around you but just being you and him in the home you bought together was perfect. No one was there.

Just you and Frankie. You have him. He's here to stay and so are you. Frankie's brown eyes rake up and down your body, he admires how the dress flairs out and stops just a bit above your mid-thigh, displaying your thighs, and the way you had your hair pinned back with a bejeweled hair clip, he takes in the fact that you had on a full face of makeup, the way the beige colors of the eyeshadow bring out the color of your eyes, and the eyeliner drawing his attention to the eyes that made him a lovesick man.

"Mrs. Morales, you look like a true princess," Frankie makes the first move, stepping towards you and wrapping his free arm around your waist. The soft giggles from you made his heart beat a little faster.

"Thank you, Mr. Morales. You look dashing," Your hand slides up the dress shirt, feeling his warmth come through the cotton.

He looks like a husband, a husband who loves you and all your craziness. You tilt your head to look up at him, slotting your lips to lock with his. One last kiss before the one that seals everything together.

You stand in the cold courtroom along with many other couples, varying in age, race, and gender. You liked how everyone was in their worlds. Frankie was trying to text the guys about the events of this morning, trying to arrange a little something for you, just a surprise. You looked at Frankie who had his back to you, wondering what was eating his attention.

Your names were called, Frankie quickly shoves his phone into his pocket. He takes your hand in his and squeezes it as you approach the judicial notary. The basic ceremonial vows were repeated by Frankie first, "I, Francisco, take you" with your name leaving his lips made you melt into a puddle, ", to be my wife. In this moment, I promise before these witnesses to love you and care for you all of our days. I accept you with your faults and your strengths, even as I offer myself with my faults and my strengths." he choked up and pushed down the sob that was coming up.

Frankie was grateful to have you become his wife. He was emotional over the fact that you still want him after all the bad things he has done in service and not in service. You still want him even for his PTSD and addiction, you know everything and still want him as your lifelong partner made him realize that he doesn't have to live in fear or darkness anymore.

You raise your right hand and take a deep breath, "I," you cringe a bit when your legal name leaves your mouth, it was hard to say it because you don't identify with it, you are Princess ", take you, Francisco, to be my husband. In this moment, I promise before these witnesses to love you and care for you all of our days. I accept you with your faults and your strengths, even as I offer myself with my faults and my strengths." You were zoned in how Frankie's eyes dilated when you said the word 'husband' and how the smirk on his face became smug.

The officiant said the famous words, Frankie practically sweeps you off your feet, dipping you back and your arms wrapping around his neck like this morning in bed, his lips greedily find yours, pressing them together with sweetness and dominance. The taste of your lip gloss and his wintergreen mint was left in your mouth. Frankie pulls away and puts you back on your feet. You took a second to regain your stability from the kiss and the fact you wore heels. "Let's get out of here," Frankie whispers in your ear.

When you walk out of the courthouse and stop at the top of the stairs outside. This is it, you are married to him. It's done. You're a wife now. Frankie's wife. He is yours forever. You both look at each other and take a deep breath at the same time. The day has been nothing but perfect, waking up next to him, the first words to come out were 'let's get married today', sharing a hot shower with you giving him a blowjob then him fucking you with so much lust in his thrusts, you both taking time out of the day to write your vows to each other to be read later, now here you are married to him.

"I love you," Frankie and you say at the same time. The sun right above the two of you, Frankie cradles your cheek in his hand, tilting your head back so he can see how angelic you look as his wife, so soft and submissive, not angry anymore. His beautiful princess is finally his for life. "I bought you something, it's at home and there's another surprise waiting for you," Frankie says, scooping you bridal style and going down the stairs with you in his muscular arms.

"My husband already bought me something, how sweet, and has a surprise for his wife. So doting." You tease, running your fingers through his hair while he carries you to the truck. He opens the door and gently sets you in your seat. You turn your torso to grab his Standard Heating Oil hat and smoosh down his curls, "There. Now you look normal," You caress his beard and kiss his pouty lips. He smiles and winks at you before buckling you in.

The drive home was you trying to pull Frankie's surprise out of him. You were antsy and just wanted to get home and rip his clothes off. When you pull into the driveway, you see candles along the sidewalk leading to the gate of the backyard.

You chuckle and walk with Frankie to the backyard to find everyone at a round table with candle sticks in the center of the table. Everyone you love so much, Will and Charolette, Pope and that chick he met at Will's wedding, Benny and Mari, and then Vanessa. She was there with a smile and her pregnant belly carrying your baby. Frankie nodded at her and then ushered you to your seat, your plate next to on your left Benny and Frankie on your right.

Once you were all seated, exchanged congratulations Benny stood and held his glass of champagne.

"This day has been a long time coming since the night Princess almost punched me in the face," soft laughs broke out around the table, you nudged his hip with your elbow,

"She met her person and Catfish met his. I think we can agree that when they were together that it was hard to watch, Fish c'mon you should've kissed her the second you met her," Frankie rolls his eyes and brings your chair closer to his,

"What I'm trying to say is that we all love you guys and that it's about damn time you tied the knot, To...friendship," Benny sniffles back his tears and raise his glass, 'To friendship' everyone murmurs. You drink the gold bubbly and set the empty glass on the table.

It was beautiful to see your friends celebrate you and Frankie. You felt the closeness you've always yearned for. No one judges the other person, everyone just knows and minds their business. Your eyes flickered to Vanessa talking to Pope's girl, they were talking about kids.

Pope was half listening when he looked over at you watching Vanessa. He couldn't make out the aching look on your face. You thought about how everything was so juvenile just months ago and now you both have made the effort to forget the past. You admired how she came here to celebrate you and him. She was enjoying herself and it was comforting that you have grown up.

The night was coming to an end when you started to fall asleep while dancing with Frankie. Everyone said goodnight and one more congrats your way. Closing the door and turning to see Frankie already unbuttoning his shirt and shoes off with the bottle of champagne in his hand. You bite your lips drinking in the unholy image in front of you. He's delicious and wants you.

"Now I was promised a gift from my husband," You stalk Frankie, your hands roaming his waist and going up his chest and shoulders. Frankie looks down at you through his lashes and smiles with a nod. "Go sit on the bed, change into the set that was a gift from the girls, and I'll bring out your gift." He commands, your breath hitches in your throat, and his low voice is almost a growl.

You scurried up the stairs. You walked into the bedroom with the white box wrapped with a black bow across it. Your fingers rubbed the soft silk ribbon against your skin. You take off the top of the box to expose the black satin nightie that was sheer lace at the cups of the breasts, and black lace thong to wear under. Expensive lace, not itchy, woven delicately. You loved how satin was cool along your body, you love how it's hugging your hips and stopping just at where Frankie will be worshipping you.

The door opens, Frankie with a velvet box in his hand and the unopened bottle of champagne. You sit on your knees at the end of the bed, Frankie stands in front of you after he sets the bottle down on the bedside table. "I know you, Princess. I want you to wear this pride, not because I want to own you but because I love you for you and you love me" Frankie is staring into your soul, you know what he is saying. He opens the box to the necklace, with the dainty 'F' initial pendant pulled taut and will rest where your collarbones meet.

"I trust you," you stated, with no hesitation. He whispers 'Turn around', you face your back to him, and he gathers your hair to push out the way. His lips gently pressed to your skin, taking in your sweet scent and how your peach fuzz felt against his scruff. He clasps the necklace together and lays a kiss on your pulse point. Your skin heated down your body, the intimacy was healing your angry heart. You feel up your body to feel out the necklace and remember the 'F' between your fingers. "Thank you for this, I want this," you reassured Frankie, knowing he was doubting himself up to this moment.

Frankie pressed you down against the mattress, muscle memory took over as you arched your back and raised your hips. His calloused hands, slide up your thighs, taking handfuls of the soft flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks, giving him a peek at your pink pussy in contrast to the black lace decorating your cunt. Glistening with your slick you've been producing all day.

Frankie groans when strings of your arousal connect the slutty thong,

"Fuck baby, have you been this wet all day?" Frankie brings his face to your cunt. His tongue licks up your slit, tasting slight orange from the mimosa you've been sipping all morning and how your tang mixed heavenly with it. Your musk mixing with the perfume you spray on your thighs was intoxicating to Frankie.

"Yes," you hiss out when he spreads you out more, just looking at how your hole flutters around nothing, aching to be filled. His fingers slide up and down your slit collecting your juices. You shudder at his teeth grazing against your skin, his tongue licking around the bite.

"How should I make my wife cum? By my fingers, or should I eat your yummy cunt? Maybe just stuff you full with my cock and fuck you into the bed?" Frankie pushes his middle finger into your pussy, you whimpered feeling his finger fuck in and out of you slowly.

"'M, fuck you with my fingers then my cock," Frankie mumbles into the fat of your thigh, focused on how your pussy was swallowing his fingers, he curls them hitting your g-spot, and your body lurches forward a bit from the instant pleasure you were wavering in.

"Fuck! Frankie, baby right there!" You hummed out, fucking yourself back on his fingers, his thumb pressing against your clit, a gush of slick ran down his hand, and Frankie licks up the slick. Your walls clenching rapidly around his digits.

Your thigh trembled uncontrollably, as your juices sprayed onto your thighs, the sheets, and his arms.

"Baby you feel so good," you slurred out, high off of the white-hot pleasure running through your body head to toe. Frankie kisses your ass once more before slowly retracting his fingers from your core. You hear the zipper of his pants and the rustling of clothes hitting the ground, Frankie climbs on the bed and taps your hip to flip over.

"I want to see your beautiful face when you take your husband's cock for the first time," Frankie's words were about to make you cum without him touching you. He pushes your thighs to your chest, and in one swift motion, he thrust his thick aching cock into your dripping core. You looked him right in the eyes, your mouth opened moaning from how full you feel when he's inside of you, and the pressure from being in the mating press.

Frankie rests your calves on his shoulders as he sets a fast pace, the tip of his length hitting your cervix, and his mouth kisses around your ankle, his tongue all over your legs. His deep groans turning into growls with each thrust.

His eyes gaze down at the necklace and his initial resting on your throat. "You're mine forever," Frankie leans down and sucks the thin skin on your neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark. Your hands pull on his hair, bringing his mouth to yours, his mouth opens inviting you in, the taste of champagne and your tang in his spit made you crave more of Frankie.

It was messy and hungry. Your salvia on his tongue, he spits into your mouth when you moan out when he lets go of your legs, letting fall open naturally, his pace slows down. He rests on his elbows next to your head, holding you in place, gazing at how fucked out you looked with his saliva coating your lips, your makeup running down your face, the lingerie wrinkled and covered in sex.

"I love you, princess," he whines, feeling his cock pump his seed into your womb, your legs locking him in place. "I love you, fish" you cried out when your orgasm floods you, consuming you when you could feel Frankie's warm cum mixed with yours, trickling out of your cunt that could handle so much.

Panting fills the silence and you pull Frankie to your chest, letting him rest, skin to skin. You want to rip out your chest and let him live inside of you forever. Your soft hands rub up and down his back, your nails lightly scratching his skin. Frankie could feel the chemistry of your hormones bring him closer to your soul. He loves it. You smell heavenly and look like a smoke show. His wife. His best friend.

You both relax, heartbeats slowing down enough for you to get under the covers, not worrying about the mess of your love on the sheets and between your thighs until tomorrow. Frankie pops open the champagne and lets you have the first sip. Life is good for once. You have him. He's yours.

The vows:

'My dearest friend, Francisco Morales. You have been my whole world since the night we met. We clicked right away, everyone assuming we were dating. Our friends pulling me away from you at the first party we went as friends, they asked if we were dating. I said no and then I was told we should date. I thought they were crazy. Years later I am writing these vows to be married to you. Before you, I was perfectly fine with being on my own, and you broke down all my walls. You made me better. You have been the person I've been waiting for. The king of my heart. Frankie, I am the luckiest woman in the world to have you worship me and my love for you. I know the road to this day was not easy, but you made it with me by your side. We've been to hell and back with each other, you have proved time after time that you will love me for me. You're a mansion with a view, I need you to know that you are wonderful in and out. I love you with my entire heart. Our love has been delicate but now it's long-lasting. I am ready for the next chapter in our lives. I am ready for our little baby on the way and the many more we will have together. I swear on my life to love you under any condition, any time, any where. I swear to be loyal and surrender all my fears to you. I swear to be your one and only until our last breaths. Thank you for loving me when I was so hard to love. No one was ever or will ever be worthy of my love, passion, or my heart. Ever thine, ever mine, ever ours.'

'My best friend,' your full name etched into the white paper, 'the title that you only hold. You stole my heart and never gave it back. It always been yours to keep. When you first walked into my life, I knew that I would fall hard. Your smile grabbed my attention. I love how you love me and our friends. I never wanted to be with another person so badly until you, Princess. When you chose me as a best friend I was thought I could die a happy man. I will always be yours. Everything is about you and I wouldn't want change it for the world. You're magnetic, I am drawn to you. You are my enchantress and I am perfectly fine to be under your spell for the rest of our lives. My sweet baby, I love you more than anything on this earth. I was never excited about life until I met you. Princess, everything that has happened has made me want to be the very best man for you. I want to be the king. I will be. I am the king, with you as my church, religion and everything I believe in. I swear to put you first, I swear to make things right, I swear to cherish our time together. I swear to love you and worship you every day. 'Til death do us part.'

hi guys thank you for reading. let me know if you want an epilogue. thank you again

#frankie morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales fluff #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x f!reader #pedro pascal #frankie morales angst

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sleepyowlwrites · 7 months

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unusual associations tag

freshly poached from Breezy, who never puts locks in their hoard @blind-the-winds

Rules: pick as oc and answer their associations (I guess)

I'm doing R and Savannah (from Youth) because I was thinking about them at work today

Seasoning: R is mint. He's mostly chill but a little bit spicy if you bite into too much of him. Savannah is sweet and sour sauce - what is that - because uh she is.

Weather: R is a blustery day but it's not cold, exactly, and the sun is out. You're fighting the wind but you're happy about it. Savannah is the boiling heat of midsummer. You're dying but you're happy about it.

Color: R is brick red, but according to Savannah he's orange. He's loud, he draws your eye, and he never shuts up. Savannah is pink, and she's adorable, and she'll fight you.

Sky: R is the pale, pale blue right before the sky turns red at sunset. Savannah is the effervescent aurora in all its cotton candy glory.

Magical power: R is projected thermography, which is great considering his terrible memory. Savannah is colorized telepathic empathy, which is great considering her tendency to suck at secrets.

House plant: R is a sunflower that is too tall for your low ceilings. Savannah is an orchid that is not the color you thought it'd be.

Weapon: R is flirtation, and if that fails, fists. He's a crappy fighter, though. Savannah is intimidation, and if that fails, fists. She's better than R.

Subject: R is history, which again, the irony. Savannah is athletics.

Social Media: R gets insta, because he needs to have visual representation of what he did yesterday. Savannah is tumblr. She's a tumblr girlie and you're not even mad.

Makeup product: R is eyeliner maybe? Dramatic lad. Savannah is the funkiest eyeshadow.

Candy: R is dark chocolate covered candied orange peels. Savannah is nerds rope.

Fear: R fears being overlooked, and also being perceived. You know. Mortifying experience. Savannah could stand to be a little more afraid.

Ice cube shape: R is actual cubes. Savannah is like. I dunno. Mickey mouse. Something gimmicky.

Method of long distance travel: train for both. They really like riding on trains, or the metro, or trolleys.

Art style: R is that guy that does the troubled birds. Adrian somebody. Matt Adrian. Savannah is that guy that does the blocky color landscapes that are nonsense up close but super cool far out. Uh.

Mythological creature: R is a changeling, but instead of being a faerie he's just another human, but he's convinced he's special forever because he has this funny mark on him. He is special! He's a failed changeling. Savannah is a mermaid, and yes I'm saying that because she loves to swim.

Piece of stationary: R is a postcard and Savanah is a tiny note in a tiny envelope.

Celestial body: R is Pluto, because he doesn't know if he deserves to be in the gang or not. Savannah is a supernova, because she deserves to be.

@oh-no-another-idea @akindofmagictoo @iparisaltanwing @livvywrites @flock-from-the-void @nikkywrites or anybody!

#tag game

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fitrahgolden · 7 months

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Lilies and Soap

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"You could consume this scene through me

And assess the same majesty

But you could never know the welfare, the glee

That being in the presence of your beauty throws at me"

- "Share in the View" by Lilies and Soap. Lyrics by A. E. Bridgerton and K. K. Sharma.

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"Looking good, Lamb!" Anthony whistled obnoxiously at Kate, who was leaving the hair and makeup area of the small studio.

"Come off it. They barely did anything."

"Well, doesn't that make it even more of a compliment?"

"If you were being serious, I suppose it might."

"Oh, but I am."

Kate sighed, exasperated. "Fine. Thank you. So kind of you to say." She curtsied, making Anthony laugh.

A producer walked up to them and pointed toward the camera and chairs setup. "Alright, we're ready for you. If you'll just head over there, we can get started."

Kate nudged Anthony with her shoulder as they walked over. "Nervous?"

"Nah. We've done interviews before."

"First time on camera, though." Kate fiddled with her necklace. Anthony put his hand over hers to still her fingers.

"Then just don't mind the camera, Lamb. It'll be fine."

Kate smiled up at him as a journalist approached them with an outstretched hand.

"Hi! I'm Etta, with MOJO Magazine. So nice to meet you, Anthony, Kate."

After everyone exchanged handshakes, Anthony and Kate were directed to the elevated chairs situated opposite Etta. Anthony helped Kate up into hers.

“Thank you, Tony.”

“Oh,” Etta looked down at her notes as she settled into her chair. “Do you go by ‘Tony’?”

Anthony smirked. “Not generally, no.”

“So, is Tony, like, a family nickname?”

“No, it's, uh… Well," Anthony looked over to his bandmate. "It’s a Kate nickname.”

“Aw, that’s adorable.”

Anthony shrugged. “She's adorable, aren't you, Lamb?” he teased as he tugged on Kate’s hair.

Kate batted his hand away. “Arsehole,” she muttered.

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Coming soon...ish? (Hopefully, maybe, possibly.)

As a primer, here a playlist to give you an idea of the kind of band Lilies and Soap is.

And here is the list of songs here:

“9 Crimes” by Damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan

“Fade Into You” by Mazzy Star

“Colorblind” by Counting Crows

“Relator” by Pete Yorn and Scarlett Johansson

“Stay” by Rihanna and Mikky Ekko

“Dancing On My On” cover by Calum Scott

“Collide” by Tianna Major9 and EARTHGANG

“Higher Love” cover by James Vincent McMorrow

“I Wanna Be Yours” by Arctic Monkeys

“Nicest Thing” by Kate Nash

“broken (acoustic)” by lovelytheband

“Back at Your Door” by Maroon 5

“Wait” by Alexi Murdoch

“Upward Over the Mountain” by Iron & Wine

"Out Loud" by HRVY

“Wanna Be On Your Mind” Valerie June

“Crystalised” by the The xx

"Oh! Sweet Nuthin'" by The Velvet Underground

"Cecilia" by Simon and Garfunkel

"Last Goodbye" by Jeff Buckley

"Make Me Feel" by Janelle Monáe

"Your Baby Ain't Sweet Like Mine" by Carolina Chocolate Drops

"Crash Into You" by Dave Matthews Band

"Wicked Game" Chris Isaak

"Happier (Stripped)" by Marshmello and Bastille

“Little Talks” by Of Monsters and Men

“Ain’t No Sunshine” by Bill Withers

“Don’t Hurt Yourself” by Beyonce and Jack White

“To Love Somebody” cover by Ray Lamontagne and Damien Rice

“Ever Fallen In Love” cover by Pete Yorn

“Nothing Better” by Postal Service

"Samson" by Regina Spektor

"Everlasting Light" by The Black Keys

"Amsterdam" by Coldplay

"I Will Follow You Into The Dark" by Death Cab For Cutie

"You Don't Know What Love Is (You Just Do As You're Told)" by The White Stripes

"Top Yourself (Bluegrass Version)" by The Raconteurs

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asylumdwellermoved · 2 years

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last post gave me the idea to throw out random character hcs so here i go

♡ i like to exaggerate the aspect of robin being a shut-in in my head a little more. she probably has lost touch with socializing because of it so it makes her nervous. gardening is a hobby shes picked up recently to try to motivate herself to leave her room more often

♡ a weirdly specific one but f sydney and sometimes m sydney wear very red-centric makeup. very subtle when theyre pure, more prominent when corrupt. id like to draw their usual look sometime but in case i dont post it heres my awkward description: red eyeshadow (maybe it evolves to a red undereye byojaku when corrupt), and lips tinted in a gradient, deepest red inner and lightens to outer.

♡ kylar is a he/they but only mentions it to people who they 1: have personally gotten to know and 2: dont bully him (probably just pc and maybe sydney. maybe tried mentioning it to their monster parents but. yknow.)

♡ niki has a former-smoking induced oral fixation and is trying to quit

♡ doren has reading glasses. mgmdnf something something big muscular people with glasses..........

♡ said this like twice on here but whitney is a trans man. i like to imagine that since whitney was so "respected" around school and everyone was so used to him doing whatever he liked (when he wasnt being peer pressured) that people rarely gave him shit for transitioning when he did

♡ can i confidently say that dol fandom mutually agrees that kylar unironically listens to vocaloid nightcore and in every other aspect is the embodiment of an emo weeb middle school phase that was never grown out of or am i just. projecting. also saw a post saying that he is probably a tumblr yandere and it stuck with me ever since

♡ harper's hair is very soft and well-kempt. whether this is natural or something he puts time into is a mystery

♡ sirris probably masturbates in his time between classes every now and then,,, just. in the classroom. kinda has low self control and will do a few things like this without taking the risk of being caught into account very much (i.e. dropped dildo event)

♡ harper has had his own experiences with the wraith prior to when he became a "doctor". it got so bad that the paranoia would eventually keep him up at night and it stuck with him to where hes fixated on using his now-colleagues' scientific abilities to get some sort of clarity. on the note of harper being a former asylum patient, he had experienced a good few of the things he gaslights his own patients about and denies them for both his own sake and some sort of cynical and twisted feeling of "helping" them. but the wraith? that's something he just can't bring himself to ignore.

♡ since kylar usually has sex with pc in public-ish places they usually try their best to keep relatively quiet. the second you and him are in private? loud moaner and constant babbler. prefers this bc it feels amazing to him to express how much he loves you, but their easy desperation for you gets the better of them. (haunted house event)

♡ harper is just a little genderqueer. as a treat.

#is it obvious yet that i like the school lis + harper the best #dol #degrees of lewdity #robin the orphan #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #kylar the loner #niki the photographer #doren the english teacher #whitney the bully #harper the doctor #sirris the science teacher #angst?

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cosmereplay · 2 months

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Day 27: Diamond (part 2)

Rated Explicit, Ialai/Beryl, set during Way of Kings Cross posted on ao3 Click here for part 1 on tumblr

Hearing the woman use her given name made Ialai’s blood boil. It was exactly the feeling she got around Jasnah. Oh, this woman is good, she thought.

“Your poor mother will faint when she hears how rude you’ve been to her old friend,” Ialai said sweetly, feeling her rage simmer inside.

“My mother is neither poor nor weak of constitution,” the Jasnah snapped back, then walked past her, putting her back to Ialai as she made a show of examining some blank pages on a nearby desk. “A fact where you compare terribly, I’ve noted.”

Ialai’s hands balled into fists. “Jasnah, I have known you for more years–”

“Brightness Jasnah, if you please,” she said with a practiced smile. “After all, I outrank you.”

The audacity of it caused her temper to flare. She wouldn’t expect a whore to know the intricacies of the top four dahns. But just the idea that Jasnah might someday outrank her somehow made Ialai see red. It was evil. She loved it. “How dare you walk onto my territory, enter my house, and act like you own everything!” Ialai yelled. She didn’t have to play games, or hold back. She could let her rage free like a storm. “I will show you who is a Highprincess and who is a failed son!”

Fully in the moment now, Ialai grabbed Jasnah’s arm and threw her against the bed. She pushed her forward until Jasnah was standing against the side of the tall bed, bent at the waist with her face shoved into the sheets. Ialai lifted her havah skirts up and over her head, then yanked off her undergarments.

She slapped Jasnah’s ass with a flat palm, feeling the pleasure of releasing her rage on the woman. Even in Kharbranth Jasnah was a menace, inserting her opinions and making Ialai’s job of manipulation more difficult. Storms, if this were the woman herself she would tear her apart.

“You think you can embarrass me like this?” Jasnah asked, her voice muffled by the bed.

“I can do much more than this,” Ialai smiled, a cool wave of power washing through her. She grabbed her by the hair and made her stand. Jasnah stood proud in front of her, but her chin jutted a bit too hard, her eyes watered with a hint of shame. Oh, Ialai was going to love taking her apart.

She started with the havah. “You had a lot of nerve coming here unaccompanied by guards, Jasnah,” she said, relishing the feeling of leaving the honorific off her name. This time she didn’t complain. “You’re going to discover that you’re too smart for your own good sometimes.” Button by button, Ialai made quick work of the outer havah and peeled it off her, leaving her in her shift and skirts.

“Move,” Ialai ordered, and Jasnah stepped aside, looking properly chastised. Good, good. “Now take off the rest.”

Jasnah’s jaw shifted as she pondered fighting back, but Ialai knew she was powerless to stop her. Sure enough, she made the smart choice. Blushing and looking upset, Jasnah removed her shift and skirts, leaving her completely nude. She looked utterly vulnerable, her hands unable to conceal the curves of her body, the fullness of her breasts.

Ialai licked her lips. “Now attend me. Take off my clothes.”

The object of her hatred stepped forward, then demurely started removing Ialai’s clothes. The pout was a bit much, but still, Ialai felt a swell of pleasure at the thought of thoroughly demeaning Jasnah by treating her like a ward or personal attendant.

Oh yes, Jasnah would hate it. The woman knelt to remove Ialai’s skirts, then looked up with angry, resentful eyes. Storms, that made Ialai drip. She took the opportunity to shove Jasnah’s face between her legs, where she reluctantly lapped her up.

“Stand,” Ialai said when she was nice and warmed up, the waves of pleasure and power indistinguishable. Jasnah stood, her makeup messed by her mouth work, and that just made Ialai happier.

She moved to the bed, then had Jasnah lay across her lap. “It’s time I did something that your mother failed to do,” she said, and slapped her ass again.

Jasnah moaned.

“Oh, you like that?” Ialai said, and gave her another. Jasnah moaned again. “Maybe if you’d had more of this, you would’ve learned to behave.”

Two more slaps, across Jasnah’s thighs.

More moans, muffled in the bed.

“Well that won’t do, I need to hear that you’re learning your lesson,” Ialai said, and grabbed her hair, forcing her to arch her back.

With the next slap, Jasnah cried out in obvious pleasure, then covered her mouth. “I won’t…I shouldn’t…” she said against her own mouth.

Ialai pushed her hand off. “You can and you will,” she said with glee. She slapped her again, and Jasnah’s ass and thighs were turning red.

Her hand hovered in the air. “Will you be good for me now? Will you obey me?” Ialai asked, her heart racing with excitement.

Jasnah twisted in position, her eyes shining with tears, her makeup running, her hair a mess. “Yes, Brightness,” she said, and every word sounded like a grinding admission.

Yes! Oh, yes!

She couldn’t wait any longer. She scrambled backwards, then flipped Jasnah onto her back. She straddled Jasnah’s belly and started to touch herself vigorously.

“You’re going to do everything I say now, aren’t you?” she asked between panting breaths.

“Yes, Brightness,” Jasnah answered.

You’re going to turn right back around and leave the Plains to me. You’re going to leave Dalinar and Navani to me. Oh, Taln’s palms, she was close. “You’re going to admit I’m greater than you.”

“You…you’re greater than me,” Jasnah admitted.

“Ahhh!” Ialai cried, and she came, squirting over Jasnah’s ample breasts and soft belly. She kept touching herself as she came down, and drew a quick glyph through the wetness of Jasnah’s body. Victory.

The whore stayed silent, still acting out Jasnah. Storms, Ialai had to admit the woman was good at her job. Finally, Ialai tapped the woman and got off her. She quickly put on a robe, then called for a washbasin and a bath.

She took the washbasin and cloth in hand from the surprised master-servant, then shut the door.

“I’ll expect you to be gone when I return from my bath,” Ialai said, setting down the basin for the woman. “And you made an excellent Jasnah. I might just call for you again, assuming your discretion can be counted on, of course.”

The woman’s demeanour changed in an instant, from Jasnah’s confused arousal to an expression of pride and excitement, like a schoolgirl who had passed a test. “That would be an honour, Brightness Ialai!”

“Yes, I know,” Ialai said absentmindedly, and left, feeling more relaxed than she had in ages.

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