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kedsandtubesocks · 4 months

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give you something to dream about

joel miller x f!reader

summary: It’s game night at the bar and you stumble upon the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, no outbreak AU, Joel has both of his daughters, ‘strangers at a bar and maybe something more’ scenario with eventual husband!Joel, mentions of drinking, spicy making out session, Joel gets a bit handsy, gendered language / reader is addressed as “baby” & “darlin” light football discussions and terminology, lovesick and possessive!Joel

word count: 4k

a/n: this is my love letter to Joel, his love for football and maybe my own love for Texas football as well lol. To have this as my first fic of the new year and for it being for Joel means so much. To come back and write for the Pedro fandom is special and means so much. Big thank you to my babe @ahauntedcowboy for letting me scream my sports girl head off about this, and for @lowlights for giving me guidance when I needed it. And lastly - thank you for reading, you are what truly makes this so incredibly special and wonderful

A mixture of bright neon and low soft white lights bathe the bar in a cozy ambient glow. The music is barely audible, a sort of after thought. Instead commotion and the ramble of sports announcers fills the room.

You manage to squeeze through the sea of onlookers dressed in burnt orange. Maria thankfully stays close to you. Now at the bar counter relief floods you as you lean against it.

“Order me a beer, I’m gonna find our table.” Maria yells over the liveliness swirling around.

You give her a thumbs up and thankfully don’t have to wait for the bartender long.

“Like your shirt!”

The bartender’s voice catches you instantly. Bright and direct you blink towards him. He’s cute, young, maybe a grad student from UT Austin who works here.

You can’t help but glance down at what you’re wearing.

Even under your jacket the shirt is comfortably a bit larger on you. The main focus is the old cartoon type logo of Bevo, the Texas Longhorn's mascot. The burnt orange coloring is faded adding to its weathered look.

A warmth flutters through you from just seeing it.

“It’s vintage, cool as hell.” The bartender continues admiring.

“Thanks. Uh, a friend of mine gave it to me.” Thankfully the bartender nods understandingly and doesn’t press the topic more. Instead he soon asks what you’ll be having.

You order Maria’s beer and a drink for yourself.

“So, you a big Texas fan? Well okay, I mean…you gotta be if you’re here.” The bartender, grabbing a drink glass, starts up another conversation with you as his tone becomes playful.

“A lot of people I know and love are. So by default I am too.” You admit with a sleepy grin.

“Aw,” his face melts. “Now that’s sweet. Well glad to have you here cheering for Texas.”

The bartender now even winks at you. You politely laugh but then, the bar erupts silencing the conversation.

Excited yells come so loud you jump out of your skin. Quickly you turn around to view the many tvs and projectors showing the game.

From what you can tell the Texas defense managed to take down the quarterback. You even watch the replay to see what the fuss is about. It was a good tackle and the play kept the other team’s quarterback from even advancing.

The game has you memorized now. You watch as the burnt orange and white uniforms of the players scramble like chaotic ants now trying to rush after the ball was kicked, no, punted to them.

Your lips twitch. You never would’ve thought you knew this much football terminology or could at least follow the game. Yet here you are.

The bartender clears his throat and embarrassingly fast you turn back around.

Not two but three drinks sit before you on the bar counter.

One happens to be a surprise shot that makes your eyes go wide.

“Uh, so the guy at the end of the bar sent it your way.” The bartender explains lowly, trying to be discreet about it.

Your eyes instead whip up to search for the mystery man. Then your heart sprouts wings when you discover him.

Leaning against the bar rail at the very opposed end of where you are, the man seems like something out of a romance novel’s dream.

Ruggedly handsome, his distinguished aged face and striking nose glow against the mixture of neon and dim lighting. It highlights the grays in his beard and gorgeous dark hair. His chocolate eyes bore into you as if you’re the only one in this bar.

His attention on you alone has your knees weak and you wonder maybe you suddenly turned into jello.

Your mystery man lifts his beer up to you, a silent ‘cheers’ and then takes a sip.

Just watching him take a swig of his beer has you dizzy. So you readily snatch up the shot, toast it back to him and down it.

The alcohol burns, but you’re surprised it’s your favorite liquor of choice. You can’t help but cough up wildly and the bartender snickers at your reaction. It’s been too long since you’ve had a shot and you’re thankful to chase the stinging sensation down with your mixed drink.

“Hey!” Maria’s voice calls out and her bright smile greets you as she slides through the packed crowd.

“Hope you didn’t think I forgot about you.” She laughs warmly. She grabs her beer and slides a tip to the bartender.

But then her eyes notice the empty glass.

“Oh? You took a shot without me?” She teases.

You tell her someone bought it for you and her eyebrows fly up fast in eager surprise.

“Oh?” Even her tone is warmly excited. “You get a good look at who your mystery shot buyer is?”

You turn your attention towards the end of the bar, right where he should be. Except your mystery man has vanished.

A bit of disappointment trickles in.

“I did, but guess he took off.” You tell Maria a bit low.

“Well, his loss then. Come on! Let’s head back to our table-”

“S’cuse me…”

A smooth deep and accented drawl, direct and firm enough cuts through the commotion politely cutting in on Maria.

Just as fast, there’s suddenly a deep warmth behind your back. The presence is broad, warm, and smells of the beautiful hint of a sandalwood cologne.

“If you don’t mind, I think I might steal this pretty gem for myself.” The accent seems thicker now and melts off his voice like sin.

He’s talking about you.

Maria smiles wildly entertained while her eyes flicker between you and your mystery man.

Silently you stare back and with pleading eyes you mentally communicate that yes you want to stay, yes it’s okay for her to head back.

“Alrighty then, see you two later.” She says grabbing her beer and gives you one last amused look before heading back to the table.

Your heart races so loud in your ears you don’t even notice the upset yells at a bad call given by the refs.

“…Howdy…”

The voice purrs, absolutely dances against the noise of the bar and beckons to you, your personal siren’s song.

Turning around the shadow of the mystery man falls over you. He stares down with those obsidian pool eyes as his lips turn into a boyish grin.

“I’m Joel. S’nice to meet you.”

You think about all the songs that sing about Texas beauty and how they all must have actually been speaking of this man.

Joel extends his hand out to you and the simple pure southern gentleman introduction has excitement bubbling in you like you’re a champagne bottle about to pop.

Your lips fight back a disbelieved smile as you introduce yourself and shake his hand.

It’s larger than yours, warm and beautifully callous that speaks of hard work. Joel leans closer to you and you can’t help but slide more towards him as well.

“I like your shirt.” His fingers playfully tugs at the bottom edge of your shirt.

“Thanks,” you take a sip of your drink to gain more courage. “A friend of mine let me wear it.”

Joel laughs. It’s warm, touches his face and sounds like it settles in his chest.

“A friend huh?” His voice grows even more amused.

You simply hum a nod as you take another sip of your drink. Your body hums with so many wonderful emotions like a jenga tower trying to hold onto its form on a moving table.

“That friend of yours a boyfriend?” Joel asks, a dark drawl sticky as molasses and trapping you to him.

You can’t help but shake your head no. The taste of your drink momentarily settles you.

“Pretty thing like you single? Ain’t that a shame.” Joel comments with a low rumble and all the ease you had gathered floats away.

Your eyes flicker back to Joel. But your focus goes between his stunning eyes and his lips. You don’t miss the way his eyes gloss over, become hooded with a hazy desire. How much it intensifies his gorgeous features makes your stomach flutter.

The game must have quieted down or maybe you’re just this focused on this man.

He moves to whisper in your ear.

“So…Wanna find a nice quiet spot to chat? Get to know each other better?” His lips softly graze your ear and an electric current runs up your spine.

“Yeah.” You mutter back now tipsy off Joel’s presence.

The moment you agree, Joel’s hand slips towards your waist and draws you to his side. He quickly slams down plenty of bills on the counter to cover for the drinks and tip. Your poor drink and his are forgotten.

Now Joel shifts into a man focused.

Squaring up his shoulders, he stands taller as he takes the lead. His broad shoulders become a guiding force, keeping you close to him. His hand intertwines with yours while he navigates you among the crowds.

His larger hand suddenly squeezes yours, a reassuring pressure that draws you closer to him. Moving through the tables against the crowds, you arrive at the outdoor patio where the early night air clears your mind.

Joel continues guiding you to a smaller area where the bathrooms are outside by the patio. You stand before the family restroom that holds the sweet title of “cowpokes” on it. Opening the door, Joel leads you inside. You take in the slightly larger yet still small rustic bathroom that glows under the murky amber light.

The door locks behind you and you turn around to find Joel staring you down with hunger brewing in his smokey eyes.

That’s all you can focus on before you get caught up in a dizzying whirlwind.

Hastily Joel rushes forward to pin you against the wall. His body firm and large presses so deliciously against you. Before your eyes can even soak in the close sight of him, he sweeps in and kiss you with a ravenous fierceness that steals your breath.

He quickly consumes you.

Joel faintly tastes of beer and something intoxicatingly uniquely him. While his hand moves to hold your face, his tongue licks into your mouth, diving in, almost trying to get drunk off you. You can’t help but draw him closer to you as much as you can. You want your nails to dig into him the same way he’s burning under your skin and seeping into your core

His hips begin to grind against you with an eased pace and you moan into his mouth. You want more, need more.

“Oh baby.” Joel groans out and sounds like sticky delicious sin.

Suddenly the loudest cheers leak into the bathroom.

So fierce in their excitement it echos into the room and freezes you and Joel immediately.

He sighs against your lips.

“We must‘ve scored.” Joel mutters.

“Are you upset you didn’t see it?” You ask gently and kiss his lips soft as the heat begins to settle.

“Nah. I’m aimin’ to score here myself.” He grins and the line has you laughing. Your face goes to rest against his as you continue to snicker. The prickle of his beard gently scratching against your skin feels wonderful.

“Darlin’ you’re killin’ me. I wanted to sound slick.” Joel sighs again, sounding deflated now.

“You did...sort of.” You smile.

“Forgive me,” He smirks and turns to press another soft kiss against your lips. “Been outta practice for a while.”

“You aren’t too bad, cowboy. You managed to get me in here.” You hum amused while your fingers run against his jaw, through his scruffy wonderful beard.

Joel chuckles and it dances within his chest, resonating through him.

“You’re the only one I want in here.” He mutters.

You and him share a few more soft slow eased kisses that are rushed, almost shy now.

With one last kiss, a deeply melting one that now makes you ache to keep him here, Joel pulls away. You hold yourself back from pouting.

But, you’re now rewarded with the sight of Joel fully before you. The dim amber light paints him like something pulled from a sunset dream, an aged handsome man so sweet with his furrowed concentrated eyes.

You watch Joel pat around his jean pockets and suddenly your eyes go wide.

“Joel Miller if you lost them-”

“Calm down!” He huffs cutting you off while he rapidly digs into his deep jeans pocket. He yanks something out in his grasp.

He smoothly slides closer back to you and holds out his palm where two wedding rings sit waiting.

His and yours.

Your heart melts out of your chest seeing them and your ring finger itches for its missing piece. You grab Joel’s ring, leaving him yours and move to slide his back onto his hand.

In the same manner, Joel slides your wedding band back onto its rightful place. The memory of when you did this at your actual wedding faintly flutters in and settles warm in your heart’s chamber.

Joel draws your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles.

This man, your husband - you yank him towards you again to kiss him.

It’s a kiss that’s like coming home, of sweetness and cultivated bliss reuniting together again.

“Wanna see that bartender try flirtin’ with ya now with that ring on your finger.” Your grumpy husband grumbles adorably.

You bark a laugh. “Oh please, he was being nice for the tip and you know it.”

“Uh huh.” Joel dryly huffs as he stares at you unamused.

“Hey he was nice. He even liked my shirt.” You reply back.

“My shirt.” Joel clarifies strongly. “That’s my shirt.”

You roll your eyes playful.

He is right though. The shirt is his. Your husband is a superstitious football fan. And ever since you wore his shirt and Texas won, Joel used his beautiful brown eyes as weapons to get you to wear his shirt every game since then.

“Come on, curious to see what the score is.” With one last sweet kiss, Joel leads you back out into the evening air.

Hand in hand with him, you find your way to Tommy and Maria. Both of them brighten up at the sight of you and Joel.

“Hey! Look at that! You’re a married man again!” Tommy cries happily and you laugh. Joel, after sliding your chair in for you, rolls his eyes now while you and Maria snicker to each other.

“Bet it was fun while it lasted.” Maria grins.

“Eh.” You shrug but the truth tugs at your lips amused.

A few nights ago, when you and Joel had come up with this idea of going to the bar without the rings, pretending to not know each other, you worried for a split moment that you’d enjoy the freedom.

You worried you would realize how much you missed and enjoyed the playful banter, the flirting and pull that comes with being single. But instead you simply found your way back to Joel.

The excitement of seeing him, of having that same sensation rush through you like it did when you first met him, was nostalgically addictive for a moment.

However, you instead soak in the comfort of sitting beside Joel because it feels like coming home. While being single for another moment again was fun, you want to find Joel in every lifetime, find him as your husband in every universe.

The bar suddenly breaks into wild excitement. Joel as well cheers so loud. You turn to the game and find Texas intercepted a pass.

Now you go to check your phone and find both your daughters thankfully are doing fine. Sarah even sent you a photo text of her and Ellie at the classmate’s birthday party they’re both at. There’s a lightness that settles into your bones seeing them and having their father, your husband, beside you.

Joel and Tommy, as if they’re ESPN announcers in deep analysis, dive back into how Texas needs to sharpen up their offensive line. It’s adorable. It makes you fall in love even more with him.

Maria goes to ask Tommy something about the game and Joel leans towards you.

“You happy to be married again?” His voice drops soft and low. You catch the hint of true curiosity and almost hesitation residing under his tone.

“Of course. It’s my luckiest day all over again.” You truthfully tell him with a warm grin.

“Yeah?” He mutters tenderly as his eyes flicker to your lips again. “Make sure you share some of that luck with the team alright?”

You playfully nudge his arm and Joel smirks. You love him like this, light and teasing.

Joel drops a kiss to the side of your head.

“Don’t worry baby, this is my lucky day too. Goin’ home with the most gorgeous person here and I’m married to her.”

You could say the same thing. You’re leaving with the most handsome man and knowing you’re married to him? You feel honored, proud, and grateful.

Even when he starts yelling at the quarterback as if the poor guy can hear him.

“I could throw a better pass than that!” He argues upset.

You’re not as big of a fan as Joel, but Texas holds a place in your heart forever. It intertwined you and him in its own unique way.

Back when you were dating Joel patiently explained the game, so gently spoke to you without any judgment when you asked questions you were sure would make any other seasoned fan mock you or get annoyed. But not your Joel.

The first big moment you met Ellie and Sarah it was over at his place during a Texas game.

You experienced how wildly invested Ellie got, just like Joel, and how amused Sarah got seeing her dad and sister scream at the tv. From that point - all the days, the games, laughs and moments cultivated into a path that has led you to this moment, to this bar.

And now, here you are.

You love Joel’s love for the game, for the sport. You love how it’s connected you to him.

“Honey, you okay?” The voice of your husband pulls you from your thoughts, like a call home.

You turn to find Joel intently looking at you, your sweetheart provider. You can’t help but grin and nod.

“Yup, just thinking about the handsome stranger I met earlier. Hope he asks for my number.” You tell him.

Joel breaks into a chuckle that touches his earth eyes.

“Between you and me, he’d be a fool if he didn’t.” His hand now slides to yours, his thumb even begins to twist and fiddle with your wedding ring, a sweet habit of his.

You snort amused at how effortlessly he can play along with you.

Before you can tease him again or even wander back into your thoughts, the crowd roars to life with shouts. All eyes including yours snap to the game.

Texas just intercepted the ball and the play breathes life into the bar, into your husband who claps loud and proud.

It’s a great energy to see the end of the second quarter and the start of the halftime.

Suddenly, Joel’s hand begins softly trailing against your thigh. Warm and almost eased, the slow movement ignites a blooming desire in your chest.

Joel easily laughs with Tommy about the game. His eyes stay on his brother. Yet Joel’s hand slides now confidently deeper into the inside of your thigh. Your throat tightens and heat now begins to soak between your thighs, almost daring him to touch you.

Then a collection of happy cheers burst in the bar and steals all the attention.

All the tables nearby including yours turn to find a group of ladies. One of them currently grabs the cowboy hat off a taller man who grins so warmly down at her. She laughs loudly after doing what had to have been a wild shot.

The guy orders her, and her friends, another round causing them to squeal loud and excited again. Maria leans back to talk to Tommy and so you too lean closer to your own husband.

“Maybe I should pretend to be single again.” You tell Joel. “To see if I’ll get free shots and attention like that.”

Not that you’d want any of that. You just enjoy teasing your sweet grumpy husband from time to time.

“Nope.” Joel says with an unwavering sharpness. “You ain’t going anywhere without that ring Mrs. Miller.”

His words are rather light, almost playful, but you catch the underlying possessive simmering. It ignites an even stronger warmth beneath your skin.

“And who says you don’t get free shots? I’ll buy you as many as ya want.” Joel adds and his clipped almost ruffled voice has you laughing.

But as you settle, your thoughts wander. The smell of Joel so close, the mixture of his faint cologne and the detergent you use to wash his clothes, brings back the sensation of having that smell surround you when you were in the restroom with him.

It makes you ache.

Your hand now softly wanders to rub his warm broad chest. A low rumble comes from him, an awareness of your presence as you drape against him now. Maria and Tommy thankfully have begun to make fast friends with the couple sitting beside your table.

Your face leans to rest against Joel’s and the slick honey like desire you felt earlier creeps over you once more. It urges you to be bold.

“Wanna go mess around before halftime is over?” You offer soft and low, only for his ears.

Joel peers over to you, his eyes now smoldering coals.

“You wanna?” He mutters back.

Your answer comes as a soft kiss you place against his cheek. However, your hand now begins to slide up his thigh just like he did to you earlier.

Joel loudly clears his throat and sits up fast which untangles you from him. Immediately he yanks out his wallet to slam his card on the table.

Tommy and Maria now blink back at the sudden action.

“Order anything y'all want. We gotta grab somethin’ from the truck.” Joel lies effortlessly.

But Maria knows as she grins knowingly while embarrassment instead rises in you.

And apparently her husband isn’t as easily fooled either.

“Yeah yeah! Get outta here ya horn dogs!”

Joel barks a sharp ‘hey!’ at his younger brother’s crudeness while you can only laugh against him. Tommy simply makes obnoxious kissy faces while Maria snickers besides him. Unable to endure anymore teasing Joel playfully calls Tommy a piece of shit and with that you wave a quick and thankful to Tommy and Maria.

Joel once again leads the way to the entrance.

The two of you now stay stuck together closer than earlier. An almost giddy frenzy now keeps you both hyper aware of the other. His hands keep you so firmly close to him.

The giddiness you had earlier while pretending to be single with Joel is nothing compared to this. This feeling swirling in you comes from knowing you get to sneak away with your husband. It has you floating, only tied to this world by Joel keeping you steady and protected.

Around you, small chatter about the game hangs in the air.

Texas might not win. But as you slide closer to Joel, a unique shade of triumph washes over you.

Your good man, your wonderful husband.

He is your victory and champion.

Your victory lap and your welcome home party all at once.

And when he kisses you wildly against the side of his truck…you think he might also be your sneaky devilish opponent as his hand already starts to slip under your, no his shirt.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#I blame my heartbreak over Texas and Pedro losing but it’s okay cause I got inspired LOL #thank you to anyone who reads this I love you #Joel 🤎#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader

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kaetastic · 8 months

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PLAY ALONG

pairing: Sodo Ghoul x Ghoulette!F!Reader

summary: After debutting not so long ago, the fans seem to adore the new addition to their beloved band. However, after noticing how their fans react to their interactions- Sodo and Y/N test the waters to make their fans go feral.

word count: 1.2k+

warning: tension TENSION SEXUAL TENSION!!!

note: i've noticed the lack of reader being a part of the band so you know what TAKE THIS! also i love you phantom but this position is MINE!! (for this story lol) p.s i took 2 hours to write this because i was so excited and was on a GRINDD

"Dust." Papa's deep voice shook the venue, the vibrations flowing like waves from the source of the sounds into the thrilled crowd. With a microphone in his hand, the man who had the blinding sequined blue jacket pranced across the stage. The spotlight followed every movement he made, shining upon him as if he were a revealed prophecy.

Screams erupted from the crowd as they held their phones high up from the crowd- ready to capture moments from their favourite ghouls and ghoulettes. However, this night had been different since the few previous shows had sparked a new trend. Pupils and phone lenses were glued onto the lead guitarist who had been ripping his infamous white guitar while others stayed on the ghoulette who strung her black one.

There was excitement in the air that was missing from the tours before. It wasn't grand but it definitely felt significant. And oh, was that excitement going to explode. Bodies were jumping as Papa thrust his hips, his voice growling out, "In God you trust."

Swiss moved further into the stage and those closest to him let out high-pitched yells. Even though both parties knew there was no point in trying to make contact due to the large gap between them, there was always an attempt because the veins on the man's arm were irresistible.

"Your cavalier of crapulence, to this feast of rapacity."

If it wasn't loud before, now it was boisterous. Sodo's fingers were moving on their own- a result of countless practices, while his body shuffled over to the ghoulette.

Y/N or Raven (as she was known) had her lips pressed together as her mind was solely focused on giving a satisfying performance. Papa's voice bounced through her earpiece and her body obeyed the music and played the right chords. Despite the sudden incline of screams, she kept her gaze on the crowd with a smile. Playing an instrument was one thing, but serving a good performance for the crowd was another. Knowing that fact, she shouldn't have been surprised when she felt another body pressing her back.

Her mind needed a second to process who it was but her body was on its own journey. Not even a stagger in her performance. Throwing her head over her shoulders, she was met by the same mask encapsulating her head. The fans noticed how close their bodies were and more screams erupted from the front to the back of the venue.

"In God you trust."

With his other arm free, he placed his hand on her waist. It descended, following the curve of her body before he yanked her back to close the gap between them. Masterminds- that's what they were because everyone had been enamoured by the two. Phones from all the way back were faced in their directions, possibly recording the hundredth clip of that night.

After the recent shows, Y/N and Sodo had picked up how the crowd had loved when they were close to one another. So in a genius fashion, they both decided to interact more on stage.

Even though the light fell onto the back of their heads, shadowing the front of their masks, few realized the way Y/N had opened her mouth in shock at Sodo's action. They scrambled to open whatever social media they favoured, not bothered by the fact that their phone was holding onto the last bits of battery. Later on, the duo would find the clip to pull in more interested fans with their electrifying chemistry.

Leaning her head back to rest on his shoulder, Y/N realized something. Noises came from every angle. The sounds that were trapped by the large room bounced off the walls, wrapping around the people under its roof. Despite all this, she could clearly hear his heavy breathing. The man wasn't running around the stage, so why was he?

Then a smirk played on her lips. When they discussed their little plan, Y/N knew there would be rumours about the two but in any good marketing, denying those rumours would not be beneficial at all. She also knew that there would be other... feelings involved. Feelings that would be more apparent on him than on her.

Angling her lips towards his, she leaned in but not exactly closing in. Screeches blew up and a smirk played on her lips at her success. She breathed out onto his lips, "You hard?" Oh, the things she would do just to see his eyes beneath those opaque goggles. Sodo felt his body still behind hers. He was incredibly thankful that most of his face had been covered apart from his lips because his face gave away everything. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips at her question. So many things to be thankful for tonight. Especially to the guitar that covered the most telling parts.

Cirrus' part was up and Y/N pressed a hand on Sodo's chest to push him away. Making her way to the other side of the stage, she stood close to the edge, her feet perched on the blasting speakers. Unbeknownst to her, the same figure that was behind her had been trailing after her like a lost yet love-sickened puppy seeking attention. She should have known when phones were angled behind her.

With his hand free again, Sodo pushed his guitar to rest beside him, his front now free from the protection of the instrument. A small gulp swam down her throat once she felt something prodding her back. Lord. Placing his hand on the bottom of her neck, he ground his teeth as he brought it up to fully grasp it.

Another thing to be thankful for- no one had heard the silent moan that left her lips. Just for him.

"Very." Sodo gave a late reply.

"And divine you feel my thrust."

The ghoulette smirked at the coincidence of the lyrics for that moment.

"In God you trust."

Papa's thrusting towards the crowd caused strings of screams, and bubbles of excitement were waiting to burst out. The crowd was ready for the confetti. On the other hand, Sodo fans had their phones angled to capture his routine for Mummy Dust. This time... everyone knew that something would be different.

As the drumming got louder, Sodo ran his left down from Y/N's mouth to her neck- stopping above the curves of her chest. Just for a moment, a small part of her cursed him out for not going further down. Wrapping his fingers as if he was jacking off the air, Sodo had his head thrown back. He wished he was doing the exact same thing to himself right now.

The ghoulette turned her body to face him. His eyes changed course to watch as her hands slowly trailed down his chest. The fans were exhilarated at the sight, screaming at the sight of the pair they liked so much. Sodo felt his heart beat at its own hastened pace while the rest of his body was vibrated by the stage. His heart skipped one single beat. Y/N got on her knees with her eyes on his black lenses. She swore he had gulped when confetti was shot out onto the crowd.

This was definitely going to be awkward to talk about later.

#sodo ghoul x reader #ghost band x reader #ghost band oneshot #nameless ghouls x reader #ghost band fanfic #sodo ghoul oneshot #sodo oneshot #sodo ghoul fanfic

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ferretseal · 28 days

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I wanted to write some character stuff and first it was Holly, but then two other Avatar characters basically screamed for my attention!

T'kali and Aìklua!

(here's pictures of them if anyone doesn't know who they are. I'll give some background for them both here too. They were drawn by @buzzkillchainsaw )

Everything else is under the cut because I don't want to force people to scroll through my ramblings!

So! First context!

These kiddos are part of a reef clan that's not the Metkayina. I don't really have a name for the clan but really that's not super important rn. Also they're both actually adults but they're my OCS so I just call them kiddos lol.

Aìklua is the middle son, and has three older siblings and two younger ones. He was born with a deformed tail, so he can't use it to swim. This caused him some trouble and eventually his father was going to allow him to be excluded from some rites but still get his tattoos. But Aìklua wants to earn them like everyone else, but it's a matter of convincing his father that he can. So that means he's the only adult in the clan who's in a child like "rank" and missing his tattoos. In recent times he's come to accept this, even though he's still pretty agitated about it. He's rather grumpy, and maybe bitter. He's resigned himself to basically being the babysitter for the little kids because he rarely has anything else to do other than making another net.

Then we have T'kali. She's a wonderful crafter and specializes in clothing and jewelry. She can probably make anything from whatever you bring her. She's pretty sassy though, a little full of herself because she's beautiful and she knows it, as well as popular. You know the rich blonde in highschool who has a giant group of friends and everyone at least knows about her? Yea T'kali is kinda like that, except she's not exactly a bully. She mainly deals in backhanded compliments, or gentle humbling, but will make anyone clothes or do their hair to make them feel pretty.

Anyway they're dating now! T'kali actually enjoys hanging out with Aìklua and can gossip with him because people will naturally give her all the tea, and he kinda fades to the background so he just hears all the drama that goes on. And Aìklua enjoys having company that's not his siblings or 10 year olds, and if that means he becomes a mannequin for a few hours he won't argue. For a while he actually didn't believe that T'kali actually wanted to talk to him, thought that she just was in it for the gossip or simply was bored, but she just kept coming around, and even invited him to help her collect shells or seagrass in the shallows and tide pools, where swimming won't be a problem, but every now and then the two sneak off into the open ocean and to a small island. Aìklua just doesn't really like using his prosthetic tail all the time because it's heavy and kinda loud and clunky, and overall isn't really comfortable to wear anywhere other than under water, but it being wood it is kinda buoyant so he still struggles with direction.

T'kali could definitely do better but honestly she just likes how Aìklua is. He's more honest, and kinda deadpan, and despite his problems he still has a unique connection to the sea. He can't explore it like he should, yet he still dives in head first. And Aìklua likes how T'kali treats him like an equal, like he's on par with her and not below her.

They're like polar opposites but in a good way I'm hoping.

#avatar way of water #oc #avatar 2009 #avatar #digital art

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pynkgothicka · 2 years

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Synopsis - You meet a guy at the Halloween party and get without him without any secondhand thoughts. Halloween Special!!

Pairing - Dark! Shitty! Kim Taehyung x Fem!Reader

Warnings - GASLIGHTING, NONCON, shitty Taehyung, drug induced sex, acts of violence, VIOLENCE AGAINST READER, DOMESTIC ABUSE

Authors Note - Fuck it Halloween special coming early. I’m going more lengthy and different fandom this go round. Please let me know if you guys would like more, I’m just in a hardcore bts phase rn lol.

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

“It's literally the party of the century! What do you mean you don't wanna go?!” Your friend fussed at you.

“I just don't like Halloween parties all that much, too much can happen so sudden you know?” You worried looking in the mirror at the angel costume she had brought for you. The dress was skin tight, showing your touching thighs, your angel wings small and itchy, all topped off with a small halo headpiece. “Plus no one is going to know me there…”

She wanted you to go to some random party, all because her boyfriend was going to be there, and she didn't want to arrive alone. “Come on, it's not going to be that bad! Trust me I'll stay by your side the entire time. You definitely know me!” She reassured you holding your shoulder. You smiled timidly at her and took a deep breath in.

“Fine.”

🎃

She left you as soon as you arrived, leaving you to standing on a nearby wall in the houses kitchen. You should've known not to trust her and and her empty words. You always fell for the same scheme.

It was a amazing hiding space from the drunks walking in and out getting shot after shot. Everything was loud and drowned out each anxiety filled thought the instant you thought it. These were all definitely older people, you being just a freshman in collage. How did she even get invited to this place.

You looked up and made direct eye contact with a pair of dark brown eyes. Your breath left your chest as a guy stared at you from across the kitchen, a beer bottle in hand. Once he realized you were definitely looking at him, he gave you a small smile. His face was almost perfect, thick brows, tanned skin, a small mole on the bottom of his perfect lip, and god a body you could love. He wore a pair black pants and a dark turtle neck sweater. On top of it all he had on a leather jacket, acting as if a cherry on top, bringing the entire look together. Everything about him had you flustered and looking away quickly. You couldn't help yourself though, sneaking glances.

One of the bulkier dudes at the party went up to him, dapping him and passing a lit cigarette, the guy in black taking it and puffing a cloud in the others face. The guy choked on the smoke and scowled at him. The guy laughed and continued to smoke, as if it was some small major victory. Something about him screamed pure danger, and you liked it. You just kept looking at the guy, and looking away.

While looking down, you saw foot steps approach you from afar. “Your way too pretty to be here by yourself.” It was the same guy from across the room now standing in front of you hands tucked in his pockets. He leaned on the wall next to you, pushing your body further into the cramped space. You looked off to the side, giving a small smile. You started playing with your hair like a school girl.

“You don't have anyone here to talk to do you?”

“No, not really.” You muttered looking back at him. He gave a small smile and placed a hand on your shoulder. His other flicked the burnt ash on the end of the cigarette.

“Well you can talk to me all night if you want, in fact I was just about to leave, this shit fucking sucks. You can come with if you like? This doesn’t look like your type of crowd.” He laughed leaning up puffing smoke in the most angelic of clouds towards the ceiling. You coughed and he snickered at you.

“I can’t, I don't even know your name. Nor your age… Plus my ride should still be here and I don't wanna scare her.” Its not like you didn't want to go with this elusive stranger, but you still had to be cautious. He seemed older than you, plus like you said, you didn't want to just magically disappear on your friend.

“Well that's easy to get out the way. My name is Taehyung, but my friends call me Tae. And she obviously didn't worry about you enough to leave you here with a bunch of drunks now did she?” He lead you away slowly his hand rubbing against your back. You saw her in the corner kissing up on some guy, she made eye contact and then looked at Taehyung. She winked at you before going back to kissing on her guy.

She probably wasn't even planning on bringing you home.

“I guess I can go with you…” You muttered being ambushed by a gust of cold wind, the front door opening wide. He showed you the way to his black motorbike, handing you his helmet. It was gorgeous, the black shimmering in the moonlight.

“I’m going to need you to hold on alright pumpkin?”

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That night on forward he was yours, as you were his. He started off as one of your close friends, which turned into your boyfriend a few weeks later. Tae constantly had you moving, bringing you out on dates, going to his apartment, and even just taking you out. He loved to spoil his girl.

Today he just so happened to have brought you to the nearby mall. He bragged to his friends about spoiling you, its because of what you deserved in his opinion. Tae talked about how you brought out the best in him. Apparently he’s been caught up in some bad stuff, but he cuddled and whispered about how you brought him away from all that. Back down to planet earth.

You were deep in thought as, Taehyung came behind you with a giant white fur coat as you were going through the racks in the department store. “Wouldn't this look amazing on you? Come on try it on for me.” You giggled dropping your purse as Tae helped you put it on, the bottom of the coat nearly grazing the floor. “See I told you, y’ look stunning pumpkin.”

“Really?” You asked twirling around in the coat.

“Would I ever lie to you beautiful?” He asked catching your waist and hugging you, bringing you closer to him. He smiled at you, your heart warming at just how sweet he could be. You leaned up puckering your lips out, Taehyung doing the same, giving a small peck. “I’m going to go pay for this alright, you can go ahead and keep looking just in case.” You nodded giving him a small wave as he left, then heading way over to the accessories section of the store. The sets all adorned with gems. You jumped as a hand touched your shoulder.

“Hi there ma’am would you like to purchase anything!” It was a store clerk, the guy scaring you instantly.

“Jesus! You scared me! Uhh no sir, I’m just looking. I cant really afford this anyways.” You say putting up the set of jewelry. He picked up the necklace that went with it, showing it off to you.

“Yeah but its gorgeous don't you agree?” He said unhooking the latch. “You can try it on if you’d like?” You furrowed your brows thinking, well it wouldn't hurt. You nodded turning around to look in the small mirror. You watched as he put the necklace around your neck. Suddenly the clerk collapsed with a grunt, the necklace falling on the ground. You turned around quickly seeing Taehyung on top of him wailing at his face.

“Stop! Stop it Tae! Please!” You yelled pulling at your boyfriends back, but he didn't listen and just kept going. Blood flew everywhere.

“You wanna fuck my girl?! Huh!?” He picked up the guy the collar and dropped it back on the ground, the back of his head hitting the tiled floor. You watched as blood poured from his nose and lip.

“No man… I swear!” The clerk cried out. You kept trying to pull Tae off, but Taehyungs hand flew back into your cheek, making you collapse on the ground. You began to full on sob, your cheek throbbing now. You looked around you a crowd of shoppers surrounding the ordeal.

Taes head whipped around at the sound you sobbing. He quickly got off the barely breathing guy and helped you up. You pushed yourself away from him. “Stay away from me! Please!” You yelled walking past him and straight for the department stores doors. You will find your own way home, you couldn't spend another second of your day with that monster. You walked straight out the doors and onto the sidewalk leading to the bus stop.

“Pumpkin! Baby!” He chased after you, in which you turned around to face him.

“Go away you psycho!”

”He looked at you weird, what did you expect me to do?!”

”Not beat a man half to death maybe!?” You huffed out searching for your credit card.

“You haven't experienced the world like I have, the world is a fucked up place alright!? I just want you to be safe. And I did it the only way I know how to.” He grabbed at your shoulder, your shirt getting stained with the clerks blood. You froze, you really didn't know him, nor what he could do. Were you making the wrong decision when you decided to be with him? “I love you so much baby… I’m sorry alright… It wont happen again. It will never happen again.”

God he seemed so genuine…

“Fine… Lets just… get out of here okay.” You suggested Taehyung nodding. He handed you your bag with your new coat in it, you quickly putting it on.

Sometimes he was so sweet, you wished that sweetness could get rid of the bruise on your cheek.

🎃

A few days later, you stood outside his apartment, coming to surprise him with some left over Halloween sugar cookies. You knew how much he raved about them and really you just wanted to dial down for a bit.

You knocked on the door, waiting for him to answer. You heard stumbling coming from the other side of the door and the door swung open to a drugged out Taehyung. His eyes were blood shot red, the room reeked of weed, and he was drenched in sweat.

You took in a deep breath, messing with your sweater sleeve. “I thought we could hang out for a bit… I brought cookies…” You mumbled not wanting to look at him. These were the moments that terrified you, the fear that he would go a-wall and hit you. After what happened at the mall, he seemed unpredictable.

And yet all he did was stare at you, pupils dilated, chest heaving.

“Yeah… Come in.” He stepped back into the apartment, leaving a open view of his usually pristine living space. The glass coffee table in front the sofa had a lighter and so much just mess everywhere.

God he was doing again. And you hated seeing him like this.

He sat down on the couch motioning for you to get close to him in which you did cozying up next to him, placing the cookies down on the table, moving some of the mess there. You gulped as he wrapped his arm around you breathtakingly tight. He leaned into your hair taking a deep whiff. “You smell so good baby.” His entire being smelled like weed, his breath reeked of it.

“Taehyung, you know I don't like the drug stuff…” You mumbled turning away from him. He sighed kissing the top of your head.

“Baby, pumpkin, I’m alright. I’m good. We’re good. I just really want to hold you right now.” His hand trailed to your thigh rubbing up and down. “And feel you, every inch of you.” He whispered into your ear, licking the rim afterwards. You shuddered pushing him away. He let go, having a surprised look on his face.

“I’m not playing with you right now, you keep saying your going to get off of them but you never do! I don't like what you become on them. In fact I don't like what you've become period! If I make you such a good person why can’t you act like it!!” You put your foot down for the first time ever with him. In which he didn't like, he didn't like that at all. Taehyung was never the guy to take any opposition.

“What are you going to do huh? Leave me? For what huh? You have fucking nothing.” He raised his voice standing up. he already towered over you when you were both standing up but this put you right at his crotch.

“I cant deal with this right now, I just wanted to have a good time like we used to have. Like after the party! That was nice Taehyung.” You stood up not bothering to even pick up the cookies, You just wanted to spend some time alone. You needed to cool off before continuing to take to him. “I’m going cool off. And don't follow me.”

“Don't you dare leave.”

You ignored him pushing past him and heading straight for the door.

“Take one more step and I swear-”

“Whatever Tae.”

You were almost there until you felt a punch to the center of your back. You collapse in pain doubling over. The breath was taken out from under your lungs and you looked up to Taehyung standing over you, sweat dripping down. “I told you to not leave. But you never seem to fucking listen huh?” He waited for you to get up on your own, coughing a wheezing. “Get up.”

“What… What was…” You didn't even get to finish as he pushed you against the door. He kicked you over to where you laid on your back, and he could get up close and personal. Taehyungs breath fanned over your face. His hair covered his eyes as he read your face.

His hands went to your sweater pulling it over your now tear stained cheeks, the eyeliner you put on running with the concealer. His hands went to your face smearing it all together all the while pulling at your cheeks and smiling, it was such a shame because you really wanted to look good for him. Not before all this, as he pulled you up by your arm and threw you into the door.

He just kept laughing and joking around. All the while banging you against the door. “You gonna act right huh?!” He yelled in your face, patting your cheeks. You nodded and he just repeated himself getting louder and louder. “What are you crying for huh? You don't have to cry, your alright,” he let out a wheezed out laugh, “We’re alright! See!” he harshly went down, pinning your legs to the door. He pulled up your skirt, teeth hooking in your panties yanking them down. Tae started to let out a small dry laugh, rubbing at your folds. “I just have to give you exactly what you need.” He murmured into you cunt.

Tae attached himself to you instantly. His tongue was deep within you, scooping out your hole. He murmured into your slit how beautiful you were, eyes looking dead as he ate you out with so much vigor. You pushed against his forehead trying to get him off you. “Tae! Stop! Stop it!!” You cried out trying to wail against his head. He snarled at you pushing you into the door further, opening your folds to get deeper into you.

Its not like hes not done this to you before, its just different now… hes rabid, and starved.

He pulled himself off of you, licking his way to your lips. You turned your head to the side, not wanting Tae to keep going. “Fucking look at me!” He yelled at you, moving your head back to where he was kissing you. The entire time you could see him move to slide off his sweat pants, his white T shirt coming off mid kiss. His cock shot up hitting against your legs, pre leaking.

Tae grabbed at your legs, hiking them up on the dips of his hips. He lined himself up with your ate out entrance. Your legs were sore, making you just dangling as he pushed himself in slowly. His head fell back as he embraced your warmth. He pushed you into the door beginning to thrust harshly into you. He licked at your neck, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. He bit into your neck bruising it slightly, sucking hickies into your neck. You hated the sound of him fucking you relentlessly.

And you just allowed him to do it, why did you?

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum in this cunt…” He mumbled grabbing your ass.

“Please…. Please pull out. That's all I want please…” Tae leaned his forehead onto yours, his drugged out red eyes looking into yours. His weed stained breath breathing heavily into your face. He shushed you for about the thousandth time that night. He sped up finally emptying himself deep inside you. He groaned and finally stopped carrying you back to the couch, sitting down first. He was still deep inside you.

“Just let me chill out… I wanna go again… Grab that and my lighter for me.” You did as he asked handing him the rolled blunt. He held it in his mouth, nudging his head for you to light it. In which you did with no questions asked. He took a deep breath bringing his lips to yours, blowing the smoke into your mouth before kissing you deeply.

“Shit I love you so much…”

You stayed silent.

“Say it back.”

“I… I love you too Taehyung…”

“Mmm you better…”

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blerb-f1 · 10 months

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This one goes out to @leclerking and their lovely anon! I saw that ask and suddenly felt compelled to write my first FF in like 10 years. Hope it ain't too bad because golly gee i haven't written since it was actually 2011. I also don't know how to do this Tumblr thing so i hope it works lol. Also, i kinda ignored parts of the prompt but not like purposely but i really can't do that because that isn't my personality and your girl is struggling. Anyway, enough rambling. I hope this is fine still.

RBR!Sebastian Vettel x Ferrari!Fem!Reader

Y/N stood in front of the hotel rooms mirror, desperately trying to force her hair into some kind of suitable hairstyle. Something that wouldn't make her look like an absolute buffoon. Something that would convince her team that she was a viable member coming into the future.

Currently, life sucked. Ferrari was rethinking her staff contract quoting "Cost Cutting Measures". Cost Cutting her ass, more like saving money for the execs to waste on vacations or something. Additionally, her mother had started jumping on the whole "Married by 22, kids by 25 train" and started calling her a withering vegetable that no one would like. Telling yourself that you, you're a cool rock and nothing hurts you is one thing, but having your mother repeat mean thoughts iis different. That shit sticks. Couldn't a Gal enjoy her life for a moment before settling down?

Y/N finally gave up, resorting to her hair just staying loose with some spray on glitter on top. That stuff would stick everywhere but nothing would be able to worsen this day by now. Her dress already almost entirely covered in glitter, she felt like it almost was a wall against all the outside forces, which were ready to fight her. Especially that walking, lovable, hateable nuisance called Sebastian Vettel with his cursed curly hair.

One last breath. Air in, air out. 'You got this', she muttered while checking her appearance one last time.

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As it turned out, she didn't got this. Seeing her Ferrari Coworkers all happily dancing, enjoying her life, while her great F1 Dreams were sitting on a knife's edge drove her mad. Sebastian had sent her a wink along with a cheeky expression coming from the Red Bull table. Normally she'd be ready to throw hands at him. Maybe steal a touch then and there. But not today. She was about to follow her dream of working for her Idols Team.

She sat in the darker part of the stage, eyes still focused on Sebastian as she saw movement at the Mercedes Table. Michael Schumacher had gotten up and walked towards Sebastian. Seeing those two together always irked her weirdly. Schumacher was her Idol, Sebastian was the rude thought that woke her up at night.

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"ANOTHER WIN FOR VETTEL!" the announcer screamed loudly, his voice penetrating Y/Ns Ears badly. She pressed her hands on top of her ears as she saw her favourite Nuisance approaching, not that she'd ever let him know. His smug grin practically made her blood boil.

He stared into her eyes, savouring the defeating expression she showed.

"Well, Schatz, what do you say now, huh? Need me to show your Team how to drive a car?"

She sighed. He always called her Schatz which grated her nerves badly.

"Oh Honey, don't need you to do that. But you'd better go ahead and give your car the stroking she deserves. Kinky Kylie has the only ass you'll ever get close to and she deserves it after carrying you to victory"

Y/N crossed her arms, giving him a disapproving expression. Sebastian's Eyes widened for a short second before returning to his usual smug grin. "At least Kylie runs well. Never seen a Shitbox like yours." He turned around to leave before facing her one last time : "You know, your ass could be the next one if you'd like?"

Y/N scoffed. "In your dreams, Vettel."

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Michael seemed to talk to him about something. Important Driver things propably. Weirdly though, he kept glancing in her direction as if telling Sebastian something related to her? Did he hear about her getting axed? Telling him that this Nuisance would be gone? 'No, unlikely 'Y/N thought.' Michael Schumacher wouldn't do something like that. Not to a staff member.' Nonetheless, her thoughts kept spiraling and tears started threatening to spill out of her eyes.

She quickly collected her purse and rushed to a side hallway, sinking down on the cold ground as large shimmering droplets started spilling down her face.

Life sucked. What was she supposed to do? She left school and started working for Ferrari. She didn't have any other plans, this goddam Team was her Dream!

The woman leaned against the wall, the cold surging through her thin dress as a cold stream of air hit her shoulders. She opened her teary eyes and glanced in the direction of the cold stream. Of course, he had to appear. Sebastian Vettel in the Flesh. He quickly stepped towards her with an almost concerned expression on his face. Concerned? He? For her? Y/N tried to bite on her lip to stop the tears from spilling but-

"Don't". His voice being so much much gentler than usual. "That only hurts but doesn't stop the tears"

She scoffed. "Why do you care?"

Sebastian slid onto the ground next to her. "Because I can't stand seeing a pretty girl like you crying. Who made you cry like that?" he asked before turning towards her. His face returned into his usual cheeky grin. "Or are you crying because you can't have me?"

"Shut up Vettel" she managed to mutter in between sniffles before grabbing a tissue to wipe her tears.

Sebastian relaxed against the wall, staring at Y/N. "Tell me what's going on. Crying won't do shit, you know. Gotta tackle those issues before they blow up more than they already do."

She just stared at him again. "Why" punctuating each word. "Do you care?"

"MaybeIDontWantToSeeYouCry" he quickly answered.

"Weren't you happy to see me cry after a race?"

"That's different. So, What's up? Talk or I'm telling Michael to solve this." He gestured widly.

Y/N blew her nose before finally giving up. No chance of winning today. She stumbled over her words for a second before finally speaking.

"Ferrari wants to axe me. And mom threatens to disown me if I don't get married soon."

"Oh"

Of course. He wouldn't give her a real answer. This stupid-

"Oh Schatz." Sebastian spoke. "That's a tough situation you got there. I don't know why Ferrari would want to let you go but honestly, their strategies are sometimes stupid as fuck so I'm not surprised. And you, getting disowned, because you aren't married yet?"

Y/N stared at him wide-eyed. ".. Yeah"

Thoughts seemed to rattle in his brain as he noticed Y/N starting to shiver in the cold room. Slipping out of his jacket before draping it over her shoulder which gained him a bewildered expression.

"That's more like the Y/N I like, you know. No tears."

".. You like me?"

"I uhh" he blushed. "I never said that! But I can't have you gone from F1, that won't be the same without you. I could talk to Christian. If you'd be fine with Red Bull of course?"

Y/N still was bewildered. He…actually liked her? Enough to talk Christian Horner into letting her join? She felt her stomach churn at the thought of leaving the Ferrari and joining Red Bull of all Places. But somehow the idea of staying with him sounded nice. Very nice.

"You mean it?" she asked, pulling the jacket tighter.

"I do." Sebastians Expression was very serious. She'd never seen him like that before. Not smug or teasing but honest. This was enough to convince her to give in. She let herself sink onto his shoulder, hands falling into these damned soft looking curles as her face laid against his neck. He only felt his neck heat up more before letting his hands rest on her waist.

"Does that mean Yes?" he asked, almost shyly.

She learned forward and pressed a Kiss against his Lips, Hands locking into his hair. "Is that enough of an answer?" His brain was long gone, melted. Flirting was great. He was great at it but Y/N made his Thoughts go wild. Kind words turned into teasing mean remarks but that somehow worked out well didn't it? As his own hands slid through her glittery hair, Y/N asked a Question:" What were you and Michael talking about there?"

The difficult one. Mean question.

"He noticed you looking down and asked me to check on you, quoting you'd be embarrassed by someone older doing it or something"

She hummed against his chest, reveling in the warmth that his body provided. "I guess the Marriage Issue is also solved."

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After almost one long hour Sebastian and Y/N emerged from the corridor, looking noticeably more disheveled / covered in glitter than before while stealthily trying to return to their seats. Corinna, who said next to her Husband, sent him a warm smile." See? I was right about them. You know, Was sich liebt, das neckt sich."

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TL:

'Was dich liebt, das neckt sich.' German proverb meaning people who love another tease another

#Sebastian Vettel x Reader #Sebastian vettel imagine #Sebastian Vettel #blerb writes

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So I've been thinking about Forces and Frontiers and their new "General Knuckles" characterization. Under the cut cause it got longer than I thought it would lol.

First off I'm not a fan of it and it really doesn't make sense for his character to me. He's someone who grew up in isolation, is easily trusting while also being a hot head that hits first asks questions later, none of that screams General of a resistance.

My working theory as to why they did this was they wanted a quick way to get away from himbo Knuckles that Boom had introduced. Cause his character was always presented as smart before with his knowledge of history and archeology just that he lacks the common sense that comes with being around other people and he was ignorant in that way.

In my opinion he should have been presented as the front lines man who's the first and last on the battle field. That way he was still very much in the inner circle of the resistance in Forces but his character isn't just sitting back in war meetings planning but in the middle of every fight. Since previous characterizations of him have never been a "think things through first" kinda guy it just doesn't make sense to me to suddenly make him the "plans guy".

My next thought was to give the General title to Amy. Cause it does kinda make sense. She's usually the character that hangs back since she's not one of the main 3 with that characterization being a left over from her early days of "damseled girl character." But she's also way more charismatic than Knuckles, has been shown to make plans, be detail oriented, and care deeply about other people.

But at the same time she's also characterized as a bit of a hot head and doesn't like to sit back while her friends are potentially in danger. With more recent versions have her liking to be beside them in a fight and is also shown to be one of the more heavy hitters with her hammer now-a-days. Plus her having to send people into a fight and them potentially being hurt (or killed) on her orders, while a good set up for angst and some character development, just didn't sit right with me.

Then it hit me.

There is a character that walks into a room and with few to no words commands respect and other's, even villains, to listen to them at the drop of a hat....it's Vanilla. Sega missed out on bringing her in from the sidelines and doing interesting things with her character in Forces in my opinion. She's been shown multiple times to be able to waltz into a room and immediately take complete control. She's is quickly able to command people and direct them to the best and most efficient course of action in a few of her scenes in the IDW comics.

Heck a lot of main characters have been shown to be a scared of her being angry, one of them being Rouge who's a spy and has literally been a double agent.

Imagine it though in Forces maybe we don't know she's in charge to begin with and it's kept a mystery for most of the game of who's the one leading the charge against Eggman. The main cast just keeps referring to the General in their conversations about their plans but not saying their name. Then after they do the big Sonic rescue and it's time for a big war meeting, boom ! in comes Vanilla who ain't messing around. I can imagine a line from Sonic of "Vanilla!!!?? You're the general!!!" in the scene where she's walks in.

This also leaves room for a few jokes of her flipping from serious leader to "mom of a 6 year old" attitude. Like big serious meeting and she's talking and directing what people will do in a big assault on an Eggman base and then suddenly she just like "oh! and I also brought cookies and juice boxes for all of you while we talk" and then immediately switching back to talking about planting a bomb or something.

And like even with Tails going off on his own and disappearing from them could have been an interesting topic of conflict with all of them. Like Vanilla having to give the order to Amy and Knuckles to not go looking for him cause they don't have the man power all the while Cream could be upset with her for not letting them look for her friend. Or something along these lines.

Idk I just really feel like Sega is sleeping on Vanilla and could do so much more with her. Just with her being a mom and the only consistent cannon friendly adult in the sea of over powered kids with her own kid jumping into the fray cause she's also an overpowered child just has a lot of potential there to me.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic forces #sonic frontiers spoilers #sonic frontiers #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #vanilla the rabbit #let my girl be a badass mom

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farfromharry · 2 years

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Beth [ 16 ] | Dad!Eddie Munson series

Sixteen, Stress

Word count - 4113

Warnings - language idk? some angst again lol

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September 1995

Caring for a newborn baby was harder than you ever would have expected it to be. Eddie may have been through this once before, so he had a bit of a better grasp at things, but you were suffering big time. You didn’t even know how he could have possibly done this by himself as the dumb twenty year old he was. At twenty-nine this was the hardest thing you had ever done, even harder than when you began raising a five year old.

Who, speaking of, was being needier than you ever thought she could be. You were tired, so painfully tired, and Lola wasn’t giving you a minute of rest. Now was the time you could really use Eddie, but while you were recovering from your baby he was in charge of the diner. He had been working a lot more than usual because of that. Maybe if your husband was here, things wouldn’t have gone to shit.

For the last half an hour, Lola had been screaming at the top of her lungs, and you had no idea what she wanted. She wasn’t hungry, her diaper was clean, she didn’t want to sleep– you were lost. Bat wasn’t helping either, the cat was consistent in his attempts to try and get some affection, but you kept shooing him away. So, when Beth started to ask you a bunch of random questions rather than do any of the tasks you’d tried to busy her with while you tried to soothe your crying baby, you felt like you could pull your hair out.

You were a little disheveled when you turned to look at her. With the kindest smile and most desperate eyes you could muster, you begged her to just give you some time to sort this whole thing out. “Beth, sweetheart, please just give me five minutes.” In your mind, you hadn’t been rude at all, that was the best way you could have asked you to give you time, just until Lola’s cries stopped and then you were all hers.

She frowned, any trace of joy or excitement fading from her eyes as she stared back at you. You didn’t know if she was being purposefully difficult, maybe a little irritated that she wasn’t getting the undivided attention she used to from both you and her father. “Why?” she asked, harshly.

You blinked, not used to her fighting back against such a basic request. “Because, I need to get her to stop crying. I can’t do two things at once, sweetheart.” Even as you grew more and more stressed, you never raised your voice at her. Didn’t try to show you were growing irritated at all actually.

“Is she more important now?” she began, tears springing to her eyes as she stared at you cradling the baby desperately. You tried to tell her no, shaking your head, but it seemed like her mind was made up. She did think she’d become less important to you, maybe even your husband too, now that Lola was here. “Is it because you’re her real mom and not mine?”

You gasped, eyes widening at the explosion from the nine year old. Your mind was short circuiting from all the different things going on as you tried to come up with something to tell her. Everything she had just said to you was wrong, she wasn’t any less important or any less of your daughter just because you didn’t give birth to her. “Beth, no. I love you just as much as I love Lola.” You were being completely honest. She wasn’t seeing it though, not when your eyes fell back to the baby in your arms as her cries got louder, instead of moving to comfort her.

She sighed, turning on her heel to head in the direction of her room where she knew you would respect her enough to leave her be while she moped. “Beth,” you tried, weakly, wincing as your daughter tugged on any loose hairs she could reach to gather your attention. She didn’t hear the way your voice cracked. As much as you wished Beth would have been more understanding, you knew she was adjusting to a new member of the family just like you and Eddie were, and although you would have loved to drop everything to subdue her worries, you couldn’t. There was a bigger responsibility you had to tend to. And maybe once the noise finally died down you would be able to give her your undivided attention and fix things. You hoped you could fix things before your husband got home, you didn’t want him to feel torn or angry with either of you. He also didn’t need the added stress.

For the rest of the day she was in her room, despite your many attempts to coax her out to talk or spend time together. As soon as Lola was down for her nap your first instinct was to ask Beth if she was hungry or wanted to watch a movie or something. All you got back was silence. You respected the fact she wanted to be alone, at least until it came time for her to eat dinner, then you didn’t really have a choice. She had to eat.

“Sweetheart?” you called, knocking lightly on the door, plate of lasagna in hand– her favorite. As expected there was no response. This time around you didn’t plan on waiting for her to open up, instead you took the initiative to do it yourself. “I brought you dinner.”

Your eyes landed on where she was sitting on the side of her bed, the guitar her dad bought her a few years back in her arms and the family cat curled up beside her. She was mindlessly strumming, her cheeks shimmering with dried tears that broke your heart. There was a very prominent sullen pout on her face as you set the plate down on her desk, attempting to catch her eye.

“Sounds good,” you complimented. It was naive of you to think if she didn’t think you were mad then the two of you could make up. She avoided your gaze, didn’t thank you for the food you cooked either, but you didn’t let that get to you. “Well, I’ll be in the living room if you want to hangout. Come and join whenever.”

The cabin was more or less silent until Eddie got home from the diner that evening. It had gone past eleven when he walked through the door, and he found you and your baby girl on the couch. To him it looked as though you’d tried to get some sleep, but she had clearly disturbed it and now here you were, unable to fall back into the rest you craved. He sympathized, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t excited to be greeted with you both when he entered the home.

“Hey,” he said, gaining a tired smile from you as he approached. After giving you a quick kiss, he took the baby from your arms, granting your muscles some much needed relief from the weight.

“There’s my Lols,” he cooed, holding the baby up in the air before he brought her close to him to press kisses to her chubby cheeks. He was notably exhausted when you looked at him properly. “Did you miss me?” he asked her.

Unlike him, you heard the creak of the door in the nearby distance, and the sound of small footsteps headed your way. Only briefly did you make eye contact with the child. She was the one to look away before you could so much as offer a hopeful smile– she didn’t want to hear any of it. Though she was the one that snapped and technically should have been apologizing, you felt like there was something you needed to make up for. Until you talked to her, you weren’t going to know what it was, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to attempt to make things better.

“Daddy?” To Beth it must have looked like Eddie wasn’t listening, or that maybe he was ignoring her. In truth, he was so caught up fussing the infant in his arms that he barely registered anything else around him– even you.

There was a huff somewhere close by that he did hear though, and he pulled his eyes away from Lola for just a few seconds to see Beth standing there, looking at him expectantly. She outstretched her arms to him, signaling she too wanted to be lifted into his arms. Unfortunately for her, he couldn’t do that, not while he was carrying the other girl. “Hi, sweet girl,” he greeted, bending down to her height to press a kiss to her head. “Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?”

Her lips curled into a frown and she made a disgruntled sound at the back of her throat before walking away. The dad hadn’t meant it in a mean way, and he wasn’t mad at her or anything. Apparently she didn’t see it like that, and that wasn’t like her at all. He stood back up to his full height, being wary of the child cradled to his chest, then shot you a look.

“What’s up with her?” he asked, quietly, making sure she was out of earshot before he spoke. He knew the girl inside out, so he definitely knew she wasn’t being herself at the moment. She was acting cold towards him, and a little bratty when she didn’t get her exact way.

“We had a fight today,” you said, simply. “Well, not really a fight. She sort of just yelled at me.”

Eddie was surprised to hear that. In his nine years of raising Beth, they had had minimal negative interactions. When she was a toddler there were tantrums, obviously, and there’d been a few occasions where either one of the two had said something they didn’t mean which had resulted in hurt feelings. But he never expected his little angel to treat you like that; she utterly adored you.

“I’ll talk to her. See what’s going on.”

Some part of you just didn’t think that was the best idea. There was something deep in your chest that was telling you he would only make it worse if he was to initiate an important conversation about her behavior before she was ready. “Maybe, let her come to us. We don’t want to make it worse than it already is.”

If there wasn’t such despair in your eyes, he probably would have argued it, but he wanted to respect your wishes. “Yeah, yeah, okay. ‘M sure everything will be fine.”

The earliest you would be able to talk to her would be the following day after you all got some sleep. Though it was probably a silly idea to go to bed upset, and the nine year old angry, there wasn’t much of a choice.

The next morning, the atmosphere in the kitchen wasn’t tense until Beth entered. You and Eddie had been woken up early, your three month old deciding she was hungry at an almost ungodly time of the morning. Originally you were the only one to leave the bed, but your husband ended up joining you when he realized trying to fall back to sleep was useless. Soon enough he’d be getting up for work and to take Beth to school anyway, what difference would it make if he got up a little earlier.

The two of you were taking your time to really wake up, making the most of the time you had. You were at the table, cradling your warm mug of coffee that was basically your lifeline at the moment. It wasn’t a drink you particularly enjoyed, but minimal hours of sleep and a screaming newborn would do that to you. Sometimes you needed it to properly wake for the day, nothing like how you used to be. Eddie had attempted to make some toast for the two of you, just to keep you from starving for a little while, but had found himself instead distracted with Lola; bread abandoned on the counter beside him where he was standing.

You admired the sight of the two together, a faint smile on your lips. He looked so effortlessly perfect, you noted, truly acting as the best dad you’d ever seen where she rested in his arms. As she gurgled away, he made dramatic facial expressions, like the two were having their own secret conversation. As she waved her hands near his face, he’d press sweet kisses to her palms, prompting her to laugh from the ticklish feeling. And when he attempted to resume his task of ‘cooking’ with her cradled to his bare chest, and she showed interest in the bright jar of raspberry jam on the side, who was he to say no?

That was how you ended up fondly watching the sight of your husband attempting to feed your daughter jam, even if you weren’t sure he was supposed to, as your other daughter finally entered the room.

The tension started from that moment on. “Hey Beth,” you greeted, hoping the cheery tone of your voice would make her forget all about the argument. “Did you sleep okay?”

Eddie watched the scene unfold with bated breath. He didn’t want to intervene and end up overstepping, this issue had been between the two of you and you needed to resolve it together— but he hated seeing two of the most important people in his life fight, especially for the first time. There was an ounce of hope in his chest that maybe Beth would have let it go, would answer your question as joyfully as usual and join the two of you for breakfast. However, he was quickly let down.

She completely ignored you, ignored the look you and Eddie shared too as she took a seat at the table as far from you as she possibly could. It made your heart sting, a frown curling on your lips.

At the sight of such a sad, lost expression on your face, when only moments ago you had looked so happy, the dad thought he might try his hand at instigating conversation. “Don’t ignore your mom, sweet girl, come on.” He tried to be as kind as possible, as sympathetic, but it didn’t seem to work. In fact it only worsened the issue.

“Not my mom,” she grumbled.

The two of you were taken back, staring at the girl like she was a stranger. Never once had the child acted so coldly towards you— it was like she was a different person or something.

“Beth Munson!” her dad scolded, consequently scaring the baby in his arms with the tone and volume of his voice.

Eddie didn’t yell often, not at his kids of all people, so the outburst was met with tears from the berated girl. The sight brought an ache to your heart, one much worse than the one that had been festering since the original fight. You didn’t care that she was mad at you in that moment, you still felt the strong desire to protect her from that that was making her cry. “Honey, it’s fine. Let me just take Lola and we can all calm down.”

He could read you like an open book— that was what five years of a relationship would do for you. So as you carefully took the wailing baby from his hold, he wasn’t blind to the tears you were rapidly blinking away. Her words had hurt you, that was clear. “Talk to her,” you encouraged, referring to the sobbing child sitting at that table.

With a quick, reassuring squeeze to his bicep, you took Lola to your shared room where it was quiet enough to pacify her. Even now that you were alone, with no eyes watching, you still pushed back your waves of sadness. If you were sad, then in turn so was your little girl and you didn’t want that.

In the kitchen Eddie was having just about as much success as you were in soothing your daughter.

For a few minutes the two just watched each other quietly, the space filled with the occasional sniffle from the little girl. That was until he bulked up the courage to apologize for the shouting, closing the distance between them with a barely audible sigh. “I’m sorry for yelling. I didn’t mean to.”

It was simple. Easy. That was all she needed to hear, plus the added kindness where he wiped away her tears from her cheeks.

“But…” She didn’t like the sound of that. She knew that whatever followed wasn’t going to be to her liking and she began to dread it. “You hurt Y/N’s feelings, now and yesterday. You need to apologize, Beth.” He hated having to call you by your first name in this situation. For the last four, almost five, years you had been referred to as nothing but the nine year old’s mother. That was something that began with the girl herself. It was heartbreaking to him that now he was having to revert back to basics as he feared another outburst.

Her once soft features suddenly contorted into angry ones, and he knew he’d made the wrong move. Mere seconds later, she was leaving him alone in the kitchen to storm back to her room, the door slamming shut in the process. There was peace for only a few seconds, then the crying of a baby started up again. That was the moment he realized you had finally gotten Lola quiet, only for Beth to spoil it all over again.

He knew you were probably losing your mind, so he was going to step in to give you even just a few minutes of peace.

Upon entering your bedroom, he noticed the sound of not only one set of cries, but two. At some point while you’d been rocking the three month old, you yourself had started to cry, streaks of tears now staining your face. “Let me take her, Sunshine.”

He expected almost automatic compliance, if not just to get away from the screeching sound. But he was surprised to be met with rejection. You shook your head, showing your determination. “I can do it. I need to do it.” Whereas Eddie had raised one baby already, this was still your first. You felt as though you had a long way to go in order to prove the two of you were on the same level. One of your worst nightmares was for someone to look at your family and think Eddie did all the work, that you were incompetent in taking care of your own kids— of the baby you grew and birthed. It was already looking that way though, one of them hated you and the other was well on their way if the sound of Lola’s cries had anything to say for it.

Your blubbering was only getting worse the longer you were unsuccessful. Your husband didn’t know how exactly to help; he felt useless.

“Y/N, please.”

With a painful look of desperation, you gave in, handing her to her father for him to deal with. You didn’t want to watch as he masterfully settled her worries, so you took a seat on the end of your bed instead, hiding your face in your hands

It took almost no time for the wails to stop, the girl back in her crib by the other side of the bed. She wasn’t peacefully sleeping just yet, but with the way her dad was humming to her, you were sure she would be soon. Eventually Eddie watched as her eyes fluttered shut, a soft grin finding place on his lips. “There we go.”

After he was positive she was okay, he moved back over to you. Though he seemed to be a professional when it came to babies, he was awful at comforting adults. He started by taking your hands in his, letting you know with subtle touch that he was there. “Talk to me.”

You sniffled. “I think I’m turning into my mom, and I don’t know how to stop it.”

“What do you mean?” He may have been confused, but he knew it couldn’t have been good. You’d mentioned to him before that you feared becoming your mother one day, treating your kids as terribly as you’d been treated, making them feel unloved.

“Cold. A bad mom. My daughter’s hate me, both within two days.”

Those words couldn’t have been any farther from the truth. He hated that you were unable to see that, for him it was basically written in stone. The motion of his thumb rubbing circles on your hand coming to a stop was what made you look at him. You had never seen those puppy eyes of his look so distraught yet so serious. “Don’t think like that, ever. You’re the best mom, and they adore you.”

His words weren’t resonating with you. He could tell. “Ed-“

“No. I’m serious, Y/N. I don’t need to have met her to know you’re nothing like that woman.”

His tone was unwavering, letting you know he was telling the truth. “I know you’ve never once considered leaving these kids— or even thought about the fact that you might not love them. You love so hard, and they both love you back just as much.”

“But-“ you started, only to be shut down with a single look from him. “Absolutely no buts. This isn’t something I’ll budge on.”

With perfect timing, Bat decided that was the moment to brush up against your leg, grabbing both yours and Eddie’s attention. He smiled down at the animal, scooping him up so he could be closer to you both. “See, even Bat agrees.” The moment was sweet, despite the reasoning behind it. The two gazed at each other, scratching at the black cat’s fur affectionately. You weren’t a hundred percent convinced, but he’d definitely done a good job at making you feel a little bit better.

He didn’t know why he’d happened to glance in the direction of the clock, but he was glad that he did. If the two of you had been stuck in your discussion any longer, Beth surely would have been late.

“Look, I need to take her to school,” he started, bringing your attention to the time. You hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. “Lola’s sleeping, she’ll be fine. Just relax for a little, we can talk and figure all this mess out when I get back. Okay?”

You nodded, mustering up your strength to give him the best smile you could. He appreciated the gesture, dropping a quick kiss to your lips before he set off on the task of herding Beth out of the house on time.

When he finally took her to school, he wasn’t gone long. The school wasn’t far, and he usually made his way straight home after he watched her enter the classroom. But his mood had done a complete one-eighty by the time he waltzed through the front door. No longer was he the cheery, hopeful husband you said goodbye to, but now he was in a similar state to what you were earlier on.

“What happened?” you questioned, approaching him cautiously. You set a gentle hand on his back, guiding him to the couch where the two of you would find it more comfortable to talk.

The second the words left your mouth, he was basically spewing all his worries. “She-She didn’t hold my hand on the way. Or say ‘I love you’ when I left her.”

The tone of his voice made your chest hurt, a feeling you were becoming much too familiar with lately. It was clear there was something going on with her that she wasn’t letting you in on, but now she was taking it out on her dad too. This was supposed to be between you and her that the two of you could figure out together. You didn’t think she would take it this far.

There was still hope in your heart. That she would suddenly change back to her normal self just as quickly as she’d gotten upset, or the guilt would finally get to her and all could be normal again. For now though, you needed to reassure your husband. “It might be difficult for a couple days, but I’m sure she’ll talk to us soon.” You wanted to eat those words when she in fact didn’t. You had no idea that months could go by before she truly forgave you and things went back to normal.

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I’m too deep into this fandom already

Incorrect Fantasy High:

Kristen: I turned out perfectly fine!

Tracker: Kristen, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast

Kristen: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

Kristen: What do you think Fig will do for a distraction?

Adaine: She’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Adaine: ... or she could do that.

Fig: We need to get through this locked door. Fabian, give me your credit card.

Fabian: Here.

Fig, pocketing it: Thanks. Gorgug, kick down the door.

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Fabian: Shit.

Fig: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Adaine: OH MY GOD RIZ FELL OFF!!!

Fig: Riz isn’t answering his phone

Fabian: I’ll call

Fig: Adaine and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Riz: Hello?

Adaine: Dammit, Fig!

Fig: What?! It wasn’t me!

Adaine: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Fabian!

Fabian: Not me either.

Adaine: Oh...Then who set the house on fire?

Kristen: *whistles*

Fig: *Screams*

Fabian: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Kristen: Should we do something?

Gorgug: No, I want to see who wins.

Riz: You saved me. I owe you my life.

Fabian: No thanks. I’ve seen it and I’m not very impressed.

Adaine: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor.

Fig: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

Riz: You're my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Adaine: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Riz: Absolutely not.

Fig: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Adaine’s been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get her out...

Riz: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword.

Fabian: That's why I carry two swords.

Kristen: I’d like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals.

Fig: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

Gorgug: Physically, yes, I could fight a bird. But emotionally? Imagine the toll.

Tracker: So what’s for dinner?

Kristen, staring at the food she just burnt: Regret.

Adaine: What are your goals?

Gorgug: To pet all the dogs.

Adaine: No, fitness goals.

Gorgug: To be able to run fast enough to pet all the dogs.

Fig: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume?

Riz: *chugs entire bottle*

Riz: It’s perfume.

Kristen: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao

Adaine: What did you do Kristen?

Kristen: A MISTAKE

*Fig and Kristen sitting in jail together*

Kristen: So who should we call?

Fig: I’d call Adaine, but I feel safer in jail

Adaine: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Fabian?

Fabian: … No.

Gorgug: I do!

Adaine: I know, Gorgug.

Gorgug: I’m sad!

Adaine: I know, Gorgug.

Kristen: Fig and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Adaine: *Sighing* What did Fig do?

Kristen: They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Fig: Who wants a steering wheel?

Kristen: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Fig: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

Adaine: In that case, we're definitely lost.

Sandra Lynn: Jawbone and I are having a baby.

Adaine: That's gre-

Jawbone, slamming adoption papers on the table: It's you, sign here.

Adaine: Are we really going to let Fabian “keep” Riz?

Fig: We kept Gorgug.

Adaine: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses.

Fabian: This knife is actually a magic wand.

Fig: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel.

Riz: *cocks gun* Magic missile.

Gilear: What the fuck is wrong with you people

Gorgug: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Fabian: Several traffic violations.

Fig: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Adaine: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Riz: Also, that’s not our car.

Fabian: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what The Ball will and will not eat.

Fig: Grass? Yes!

Fabian: Moss? Yes!!

Fig: Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Fabian: Shoelaces? Strange but true!

Fig: Worms? Sometimes!

Fabian: Rocks? Usually nah.

Fig: Twigs? Usually!

Fabian: Kristen’s cooking? Inconclusive!

Adaine: How did you… test this?

Fig: You just hand him stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if he eats it, he eats it.

Adaine: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.

Gorgug: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

Gorgug: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life

Adaine: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!

Riz: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!

Kristen: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

Fig: My moral code, is that you?

Gorgug:

Gorgug: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mom left me but do you guys need a hug?

#incorrect fantasy high #incorrect dimension 20 #fantasy high #dimension 20 #these guys are rattling around in my brain rent free #autism (mads) speaks #I threw in a couple of figs parents for funsies

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butididntpourthewhiskeys · 1 month

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I Love You, It’s Ruining My Life Songs

1. DENIAL 🫣

💜 Lavender Haze: just confirms what I thought since Joever happened and I started to look at Midnights a bit differently. I literally think she was in denial that him staring at the ceiling with her and not talking much, not reading into her feelings was NOT a good thing or the sign of a healthy relationship 🙃 also, her trying to convince herself that she doesn’t want to get married, she doesn’t need the 1950s shit of having a ring on her finger, having babies, feeling SAFE…. just screams denial and delulu lmao

❄️ Snow On The Beach: Ouch. Big ouchie. When she released this song in Fall 2022 I remember thinking… wow why is she so obsessed with the beginning of their relationship and keeps on writing about it. I feel like we now have an answer and it’s that this is what she kept holding onto when things had already hit the fan 🥲

🚫 Sweet Nothing: NO song screams more denial on Midnights than this one. Her posting the Linda and Paul McCartney thing had already told us that she wrote this because she loved the idea of this love yet it wasn’t actually what she was going through. Also, it’s so interesting that she and Joe wrote it together.. again, it’s giving massive ‘i will do anything for him to be 100% in again’ aka she tried to recreate something with him that clearly wasn’t there anymore at the time

🗑️ Glitch: Falls into the same category for me as SN. Things had gone to shit but she was so obsessed with the idea of the two. And being honest, so were we??? Sometimes I wonder if she just LOVED the narrative of Taylor and Joe, victim and savior, Burton to this Taylor….she loved what was there, she kept on holding onto this dream of him from back when she was shipwrecked. I literally think she thought she could just hold onto the memories and him and things would work themselves out again

❌ Betty: Honestly, this song coming up in that playlist makes me SICK to my tummy for obvious reasons. A massive red flag that Joe came up with the idea for the song… but lets talk about this in greater detail on April 19th (aka WELCOME HOME CHEATER)

❤️‍🩹 Lover: BIG BIG Ouchie. She thought this was forever. She thought she could just go wherever he goes but, clearly, she was in denial, overseeing so many signs telling her that it won’t always be enough. I think Lover was this idea of “but what if it does work out” even though her gut feeling was telling her that this love won’t be forever

🚩Cruel Summer/False God: Have ALWAYS been such red flags when it comes to a relationship dynamic. Cruel Summer is all about them playing games in the beginning and her suffering from it. False God is the idea that if communication doesn’t work, you can just have sexy time instead and they would get away with it?? Both signs of a very unhealthy rs dynamic and it makes me feel so validated that she sees that now

🙃 Ours/Superman: Girlie knows she’s always been a lil delulu… lol

👑 Bejeweled: SUCH a wonderful way to end this playlist. This is literally the beginning of the end of being in denial. That song was a direct warning, an awakening that she’s NOT okay in the rs and that things are NOT going to be okay anytime soon if he doesn’t put in the effort.

#TTPD playlist #TTPD #predictions #Denial

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bambinotattoo · 4 months

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Today was put baby Eric into THIIICK DIAPERS AND BOOSTERS and dress me up in my most toddler clothes and purposefully try to humiliate and embarrass me!

I absolutely LOVE public humiliation and embarrassment. Totally stems from my teenage years were being a diapered sissy was an everyday thing. lol. My sitter dressed me with pink shortfalls and pigtails…not to mention spraying baby powder all over me so anyone that was within 10 ft would smell that familiar smell and immediately stare at my massive diaper budge.

First stop, CVS. (I was oblivious to her plans) Roxy inserted my pink paci and clip (which meant I had to keep it in) brought along my most sissy diaper bag and let the embarrassment begin!

She was holding my hand and directed me to the baby aisle. After pacing back and forth finally a few customers and employees were close enough to hear her, which was the plan!

“Okay baby Eric, I know we need diaper wipes for the tinky bottom, and more powder to make sure you don’t get a rash…hey, I think I’m going to try out some suppositories too, that way…you know” this was almost screamed. lol. Everyone stole a few glances as I stayed a warm crimson on my cheeks.

She also knows that the more embarrassing the situation, the easily and more I just release my bladder. I was soaked in 90 seconds. To make matters, more intense one of the customers close to us was starting a little too hard at me so she started a conversation with him! Talked all about my bed wetting, and changing table. Oh yea. I just melted.

After that it was time to grab lunch, I was purposely not checked or changed before hand so she could wait for the perfect moment to demand a diaper check (in front of everyone). And I’m talking full wet sagging diaper exposure…to then loudly ask the server “do you all have a family restroom? This little guy needs a fresh diaper! He’s all wet! Poor guy”. I tinkled more in my wet diaper all the way to the restroom.

For a cherry on top after finishing the change, on the way back to the table “doesn’t that fresh diaper feel better baby boy? I bet it does!” Making sure to project and make eye contact along the way!

For our last stop, we went to Target. She wanted me to try on some short skirts, and yoga pants. (We are really into dressing me in toddler drag lately). Somehow while collecting things to try on, she gets me naked except for my super thick pink diaper and kept opening the door so anyone around saw the sissy baby in his diaper.

Not to mention she made friends with a Target employee and he is going to babysit me this weekend. Lately she has had fun with the Eric has to give a blowjob to get a diaper change. All those butt plugs she’s been stretching me with came in handy as after sucking this like 10” cock I was told to bend over and my poor butthole was re arranged…good thing I where diapers, I have been leaking out of my bottom for days.

Any mommies or babysitters want to humiliate/embarrass me? Bring it on!

#ab dl lifestyle #24/7 diapers #ab/dl diaper #diaper bulge #diaper dependent #diaper sissy #diapering #bed wetting #active #sissy diaper

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yakumtsaki · 2 years

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Welcome to Generation 4, and no spoilers but what the fuck. For reasons that will become obvious, I have to start this generation with a culminative update on everyone post-college. We begin, as all bad things do, in the main house. Sophito and Eliza have been invited over so we can ask their dumb asses to move in (since we’re over the household limit, fml) but we’ve ran into the problem of them refusing to get out of the hot tub.

-So babe, after we bang in the hot tub do you wanna knock my new teeth implants out? -You know it! -SOPHITO GET OUT ALREADY SO I CAN ASK YOU TO MOVE IN -In a minute, mom, gawd!

-Do you think your mom will like me, Soph? -I can’t see how she wouldn’t after watching us have sex in her hot tub!

-Great job knocking my son’s teeth out, Eliza! -Thank you, Mrs. Miguel! -Please, call me Mom!

LOL ya I had a feeling you two violent lunatics would hit it off.

In case you were wondering, Shajar remains THE WORST. Cyneswith is more excited to see Sophito again than his own mother is.

-Welcome home, son! You made your mama proud with all that hoeing, huhu!🌸

-CYN, ARE YOU AWARE THAT SOMEONE IS MAKING OUT IN OUR HOUSE THAT ISN’T YOU AND iVAN?!? IS THAT EVEN LEGAL???

Ah, it’s like we never left!

Jojo is unironically 106yo so it’s wedding time, no time to draw this out at all.

-This wedding looks like garbage >:(

Excuse me?? I even got you those Celebration balloon chairs, I normally get the cheap garden ones and call it a day. If I even bother getting chairs at all, that is!

-I don’t care!!! I want my dream wedding!!!

Ya, best we can do around here is your dream divorce.

-Oh Sophito, standing here with you, in front of our families who don’t give a fuck and June in a wedding dress, brings up so many emotions.. Mainly the urge to scream hysterically.. -It’s gonna be ok babe, just stay calm. Focus on me and the fact I managed to not pop the collar on my wedding suit!

Awww, congrats guys!

-What the fuck is your mother wearing?

LOL sorry I forgot to change her formalwear!

-It’s still better than June’s.

I SAID I’M SORRY

Despite some small sartorial problems, this is actually one of the better weddings we’ve ever thrown? There’s smustling..

..brotherly reunions..

..more brotherly reunions..

..and a zombie vs robot deathmatch! I don’t know what more Liz wanted, tbh.

A great wedding, if I say so myself!

-It was not.

Whatever! Time to move on!

Daniel reunites with his bebes and meets their intendeds, who have moved in next door!

-Blue Meatballs, what a throwback! Going from my brother to my daughter.. Wow, I REALLY don’t know how I feel about that.

Let me help, you feel happy!

-Do I though?

Yes, because June is happy, God help us.

-Ok then!

June’s little sisters idolizing her is SO CUTE I CANNOT..

..it also makes perfect sense as Cleo and Cecilia are the biggest fucking nerds I’ve ever played, I think I’m legit gonna go in a Curious Bros direction with them.

We leave Daniel in perpetual happiness with Tara and his human and cat bebes-

-and move to Asshole Manor! Ok you two, take a break.

-What? But that’s only the 8th time we’ve banged today!

IT CAN WAIT.

-It really can’t, we’re 90yo!

Ya exactly, so the time has come..

..to reconnect, and in Gunther’s case, MEET your kids. Reginald stop thinking about crypto FOR 1 SECOND GOOD LORD

It quickly becomes apparent that we’re dealing with a level of estrangement that a few visits aren’t gonna fix, so it’s time for Gun and Mel to take their kids on a vacation! Isn’t this exciting, kids?

-Fuck our lives💜 -I’m a woman of science but I kept praying for our plane to crash. -It’s only 3 days, guys, how bad can it be? -Our rooms have no computers, Reginald. -That’s not a thing, then people wouldn’t be able give financial advice on the internet! -Ya, they are not. -YOU’RE LYING. GET AWAY FROM ME

-Listen son, this isn’t easy for me to say.. -It’s ok, dad, I think I know what you’re thinking. -Then would you please get out so I can bang Melody in this sauna?

-Let’s go, kiddos, this is gonna be fun! -Uh, mom, where’s the pilot?💜 -I’m the pilot! -Since when?? -Since this very morning when I took a class! I’ve topped 7 careers, how hard can this be?

-I am relaxed.. I do not need to give financial advice on the internet..

-I am centered.. I do not need to give financial advice on the internet..

-I am floating.. I do not need to give financial advice on the internet.. -Hey kid, any suggestions on what to order around here? -You mean.. ADVICE on how to ALLOCATE your meal BUDGET?!?

How’s it going, JuJu?

-Having a lot of fun eating soup with chopsticks💜 -Can we go home already? I’m losing career momentum, at this rate I won’t be Chief of Staff by age 23!

Fine, fine, we’ve made some valuable bonding progress already:

-Aaaaah, isn’t this great? -It sure is, mom!💜 -How many ‘get promoted’ wants do I need to roll before you take a hint? -You know, June, you get your workaholism from me! -Oh ok then, that definitely makes up for being a teen girl growing up without a mother!

OOF, ok this will take some time, let’s check out.

We return home and June straight tops the medical career-

-AT THIS AGE. I CANNOT. You know what will make this day even better??

HUHU💙🧆

We’re officially Blueballed! Man, that doesn’t sound right. Look at Melody in her matching teal dress, supportive queen!

-It seems like yesterday I was trying to break Lakshmi and Gunther up, and now here she is, marrying my daughter!

Ok, legit let’s not think too hard about this because it’s very upsetting. Julian and Stacy I’ve decided I will not marry since they don’t want to and they’re married in their 💜s anyway. Next household..

..and I’m gonna let this picture speak for itself. I found out something genuinely shocking: BRIT AND HALF-ALIEN PROF ARE BFFS. Like they’ve been friends since BEFORE Trista banged Gunther, in her memory panel she become besties with Brit first?? Wtf.

-We’re gonna be family now, isn’t that exciting, Brit Brit? -OH YA, IT’S EVERY MOTHER’S DREAM: HER SON GROWING UP AND MARRYING HER BEST FRIEND -I know, right? -THIS IS SICK! -You’re on to talk, Castor, he’s probably into older women because of you and Brit! -BRIT WASN’T MY PROFESSOR, TRISTA -I wasn’t Reginald’s professor either, I’m an art prof! So I’m broke to boot! -I’m gonna go lie down. -Ya, right behind you, darling, but I think I’m gonna vomit first! Which is a shame because I just ate some excellent quail’s legs!

Brit is acting up against this marriage like a rebellious teen, soaping her own gaudy fountain.

-That will teach Reginald!

It really won’t!

LOL @ SHOWING UP IN YOUR SWEATPANTS, COME ON BRIT

-I WILL NEVER ACCEPT THIS.

What about now that Reggie gave birth to a beautiful ginger half-alien bb named BRITANNICUS? (I figured Half Alien Prof knocking him up made canon sense, hehe.)

-Ok, I accept this🖤

Good! Time for our final household!

Sugar and Claire! They adopted a bunch of Wulf’s 30 pets and moved into this beautiful house that I of course didn’t build.

Sugar autonomously knocked Claire up the literal second they moved in so we had a shotgun wedding..

..catered by Claire!

-What are these salads you guys are eating?? -Oh uh.. we kinda brought them with us. -WHY -Uhh.. We don’t feel worthy of your food? -AWWWW. That’s true, you’re not!

Sugar actually started the military career at like level 8 thanks to his insane college grades and I was like wtf??

-I got fired :(

Ya, that’s more like it.

Claire is also doing shockingly well, she’s a lvl 9-

-And I’ll be a level 10 once I figure out how ovens work!

-and she gives birth to a beautiful bb whom Sophito attempts to kidnap after showing up uninvited, wtf. Anyway, the bb is a boy and I name him Spice! Now Claire has Sugar, Spice, and everything nice :)

I don’t know what drugs Sophito is clearly on because it appears he came over to legit.. help the new parents? Like he fed Spice and then started cleaning? Very shocking stuff in this family.

Sugar is a really good parent, I don’t know where the fuck he could have possibly learned this but it’s super cute!

AND HE TOPS HIS CAREER AND GETS THIS INSANE BONUS. YAS

I’m so proud of you!!! And boy was that cavalier hat doing a lot of heavy lifting when it came to your face.

Spice grows up and the Don nose claims another generation :(

-Ah, I’m so glad my son is learning this at age 2 and not age 12 like I did :)

Claire is skilling like crazy because let me tell you, she is UNQUALIFIED AS FUCK. Like legit Wyatt-tier when he started as a SWAT Team Leader and was missing half the necessary skill points..

..and it turns out to be a complete time waste because she tops her career by chance card LOL

Congrats, Claire!!!

-I knew I’d make it! Claire’s Frozen Meat Delights™ is going global!

It sure is! Globally banned! What a perfect day, I’m sure nothing will ruin it! Why am I hearing hearts??

Oh right, it’s because SUGAR IS BANGING JESSICA PICASSO WHOM HE BROUGHT OVER FROM WORK

WHAT THE FUCK SUGAR

-I couldn’t help it, we practically have the same face!

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU OMG

-My genes!

BRUH. Real talk I legit didn’t know what the fuck to do with this, I haven’t felt as bad as I did for Claire since DANIEL. I think this is very true to life too, like how many hot girls ‘give a chance’ to some fug guy because he was nice/funny/whatever and he ends up cheating?? Fucking hell.

I quickly decide there’s no coming back from this because I even stopped Sugar and then he went back and BANGED JESSICA AGAIN and is full on in love with her:

ONE BOLT. 1 VS 3 WITH CLAIRE. I CANNOT WITH THIS LOSER-

-so I invite Jessica over so Claire can catch them, this is truly BULLSHIT.

Claire loves him so much she’s straight up heartfarting over him WHILE DIVORCING HIM. HE’S THE WORST

And poor Spice goes into aspiration failure because he had a fear of his parents divorcing, amazing! Great job, Sug!

-WAAAAAAAAH I CAN’T BELIEVE HAVING AN AFFAIR RUINED MY FAMILY, THAT’S NOT WHAT I LEARNED GROWING UP

GET OUT OF HERE SUGAR

Poor Claire immediately goes to teach Spice to talk so she can repair his aspiration..

..and beats up Jessica’s dumb ass. She then rolls the want to go on a date and I’m like don’t have to tell me twice:

WILFRED IS BACK LOL. Bro I still cannot fucking BELIEVE this has happened, Sugar was so loyal the entire time, I think once he got married it triggered the Cyn genes?? I have no other explanation for it.

Now the question arises, what the fuck to do with Sugar, because I’m not playing a single Sugar household. So, with a heavy heart:

-It’s ok, bro! -You’re not judging me for destroying my family for no reason whatsoever? :( -Of course not, who am I to judge?

-Sophito’s right, honey, your family, including your dad’s hot ass, will always be here for you with no judgment! Because we have absolutely no room to judge💗

-SUGAR YOU’RE A FUCKING DISGRACE. RUNNING OUT ON YOUR FAMILY LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT, WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU -I DIDN’T RUN, I WAS KICKED OUT! -SHUT YOUR STUPID TRAP. WE HAVE NOWHERE TO PUT YOU SO YOU’RE SLEEPING IN THE CRYPT WITH SANDY. NOW FUCK OUTTA HERE, I HAD TO INTERRUPT MY WOLF-WAITING TO BERATE YOU

Sugar happily heads off to work the next morning along with Sophito but I’m not seeing him getting in the car..

..and it’s because JOJO STOPPED HIM TO DO THAT AUTONOMOUS LECTURE INTERACTION. I CANNOT

-Listen here, you absolute disappointment, as long as I’m head of this family you’re gonna be paying rent to live in my crypt! -Well that won’t be very long, you’re 108! -Sophie is gonna be head after me, so good luck with that! Now fork over that 55k bonus!

-I don’t have that, Claire got it in the divorce! -YOU FUCKING WHAT. SO WHAT DO YOU HAVE -The 20k I moved in with :( -THAT’S AUTOMATIC -I know :( -GET OUT OF MY SIGHT

Welcome home, Sugar!

Same, Sandy, same.

#gen 4 #ts2

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margalitarry · 2 years

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tis the damn season | h.s

~❦~❦~❦~❦~❦~❦~❦~

i'm staying at my parents house

and the road not taken looks real good now

and it always leads to you in my hometown

warnings : drinking, arguing, smoking, drunken kiss, mention of smut

word count: 1.1k

notes: lol this wip was a lot closer to being done than i expected. trying to get better at writing enemies to lovers scenes so leave any feedback!

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you were in your hometown of holmes chapel, visiting your parents. you had moved to new york when you were twenty in pursuit of your modeling career.

you always got nervous going back home, no he didn't actively live there and you had never seen him while on a visit but he could be there.

you and harry styles had been best friends growing up, you had been the one encouraged him to go on the x-factor. you did everything together, until one direction happened.

harry left without a word.

you tried reaching out to him, his sister, his mother, even a cousin of his you knew but it felt like they had shunned you all. you were left lonely and confused. you began to resent harry quickly, not mentioning to absolutely anyone your prior connection to harry.

so you tried to forget harry as much as he forgot you. you couldn't deny you missed him though. you always told yourself he would reach out one day. but he just never did.

you were on the way to a bar to meet a few of your friends, they told you they invited some other people but it wasn't anyone you didn't know. you were ecstatic to see everyone you hasn't seen in years.

"y/n!" a voice screamed the second you stepped out of car.

"cerise! fuck it's been way too long!" you smiled as your friend nearly tackled you with a hug.

she began to talk your ear off as you noticed a certain brown haired boy walk in, you didn't see his face but your stomach dropped at the thought of who it looked like.

"who all did you invite tonight?" you asked her

"uh- alice, elio, madison, lita, theo, anastasia, and both harry's. can you believe almost all of us are in holmes around the same time?" she told you, stopping you in your tracks right before the front door.

there was no fucking way harry styles was here.

"harry styles? he's actually here?" you asked her again.

"yeah! i just decided to ask in case there was a random chance and he said he was gonna be. but please don't let this ruin your night, maybe you can work it out." she said, pissing you off more than be excited. it meant harry didn't lose contact with their other friends, and it confused you even more.

"it's fine seriously, i'm just excited to see everyone else." you convinced her as you opened the door into the bar, spotting your group of friends immediately.

harry's stomach dropped when he turned his head to follow the gaze of his friends; just to see you there. he put on a slight smile as guilt filled his veins.

he couldn't give a reason why he stopped talking to you. at first he truly just didn't have the time; one direction ate his life to pieces. and then when he did have time, it was too late. their other friends understood harry's pushing away, he didn't feel uncomfortable talking to them again. but you were different, he knew it hurt you the most.

knowing that kept harry awake at night more than he liked.

by the time he snapped out of his thoughts you were already at the table talking with your guy's friends. you made eye contact with him for a second, softening your smile as you quickly turned to cerise.

"do you wanna get a drink real quick?"

it had been two hours, and a lost count of drinks. you still hadn't talked to harry, but truly we're having a good time with everyone else. you had to step outside for a moment, and take a breath. you were getting extremely hot and dizzy. you stumbled to the door and sat, well fell, on the concrete around the corner of the building.

you searched throughout your bag for your cigarettes, finally lighting one after messing with the lighter.

"you know smokings' bad for you right?"

you turned you shifting vision towards the voice to see harry styles standing next to you. he didn't look in much better condition than you, but still kept a sober tone.

"oh fuck off!" you slurred at him, making him slightly smile as he sat next to you.

"nice seeing you too, you're welcome for being the only one to check on you." harry sarcastically said.

"that's funny! you haven't been here the last- i don't know, eight years? very out of your personality to be doing this right now." you snapped, really not wanting to have this conversation.

"i couldnt! for the last eight years i have been constantly making music, putting an album out for the first five years on top of touring! by the time i could talk to you; you didn't want to talk to me! they all told me your strong hatred for me, why would i contact you?" he snapped back, letting the sober tone he once had quickly leave.

"why didn't you try? why did you immediately trust their words? do you not remember the literal almost twelve years of friendship we had prior to one direction?"

"i don't know! you had your own career going on and i didn't want to- i don't know even! i don't have an answer that you're going to want to hear!"

"there truly wouldn't have been better if i heard from you. even just a hey! a quick two minute call would've been enough! you're entirely right, you were too late."

"you look really hot when you're pissed off you know?" harry said, taking you aback and your jaw dropping slightly.

"what did you just say?"

"i know you heard me."

you didn't know how to feel, you couldn't deny the flustered feeling you got in your head but it pissed you off even more to at he said that in the middle of your argument.

"fuck you." you rolled your eyes

"you wish you were right now" he said, taking the cigarette out of your hand taking a drag himself before putting it out.

he looked at you deep eyes, as if he was staring through you. the lost count of drinks pushed your face towards his letting your lips drunkenly meet. your bodies moved towards each other roughly matching the kiss.

you whispered his name into his mouth causing him to let his hands explore more of you. you stopped his kiss, moving your face only inches away from his. harry took his hand moving your hair and began to whisper in your ear.

"let's go back to my hotel and let me show you how much i've wanted to see you again."

#fanfic #angst #harrystyles #harry styles x y/n #harry #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles x reader #styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles #enemies to lovers #friends to lovers #argument fic

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petrichoraline · 2 months

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I binge-watched this into the dark hours of the night and I had a lot of points I wanted to make but I'll just vent (a bit spoilery)

this show is funnyyy, it had me laughing at points I wasn't supposed to (like when dome would appear standing in the distance out of nowhere like a horror movie character but sweet music played on top) and it also does endearing very, very well.

the main characters' dynamic is interesting. they're a very lowkey couple in a way, domestic and sweet but when the conflict is conflicting the tension is palpable. thorn can be very sassy and petty (kind of despite himself) and fah tends to need direct guidance - their fights remained consistent in nature and the conflict though frustrating made a lot of sense. these are young men with a lot of doubts about their future, their goals and relationships. theyre put in kind of impossible situations and acting out, saying the wrong thing, having trouble with controlling emotions are normal - it's difficult to watch but not because it's nonsense as is the case with a lot of forced conflict in media.

ai and saen had the best only one bed scene I've seen in A WHILE like I couldn't think of a better one, it had beautiful sound design, enough time dedicated to setting the scene and building the tension AND some lovely acting that made the switch in their dynamic so romantic and natural. they also had a cute development, even when softened up ai maintained that sharp tongue and saen kept looking at him with the same adoration and handling his comments with patience (the graduation gift reaction wouldve hurt me but not saen, that man is so used to it 😂)

dome and vee had me going crazy in the first episodes, I really enjoyed the tension but I was rooting for pan the whole time. i was yelling about girls in bls lmao like these dudes had me stressed for a girl I was so sure was gonna be sweet about it AND SHE WAS. at one point I was like "if you grab that empty beer bottle and take revenge I wouldn't be mad tbh", that girl was GRACIOUS. also "I told him that if he found someone he could leave anytime" girlll 😭💗

honestly vee didn't seem too remorseful at the beginning so his guilt really taking over in the second half felt a bit out of nowhere but also right. I think hes usually a playful guy and the consequences didn't really dawn on him at first, not to mention he didn't expect to actually fall in love. dome is a cutie but that man pissed me off, I think the reason he struggled his much being hes now into a guy made the conflict compelling and understandable but it still was so unfair towards his girlfriend, I was screaming BREAK UP on like ep.2 not because I cared about his rs with vee but because he clearly doesn't want to be with her and he should set he free (and ironically it turned out she was the one who tried to give him that type of freedom)

also the hyperventilating scene..I felt that, it was so good.

the colours, cinematography, music choices, humour and drama are really engaging. I started the show a while ago (quite a bit after i had decided to watch it due to good recommendations), stopped for a bit, got to the end of ep.3 and put it on hold for a while because tbh the first episodes weren't too much fun, they had this one single flashback happen like five times in an episode like they were making sure those kids got their exposure 😂 but it really picked up from there, i binged 9 episodes at once, i didn't skip scenes, used the speed up button only once and didn't feel the need to check my phone which is a lot lol

it's fun, it's sweet, there wasn't much basketball after all (which was good for me cause I wasn't in it for the sport, I thought it was a volleyball show 😁) but there was plenty of tenderness, the way characters display affection is so nice and thought out. there's a nice squad, the friendships are not really a main focus? but you can feel the support (glad we got an aii/thorn moment, I was sure those two would get along)

I recommend it even if the first few episodes are a bit on the dull side, what it does well it does really well and it's a worthy watch 💖

#you're my sky #my way with words is worse than before but a vent is a vent im not proofreading lmao

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inari-zaheer · 2 years

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Hi! Could I request a fic for Ekko? I feel like the boy needs more love

Angst with happy ending please! I have no idea for plot tho, maybe someone he thought was dead but came back? Maybe her (reader) protecting Ekko and getting hurt? Idk, just have fun!! (Smut would also be ok 😉) ((sorry if my ask is too much tho! You can tots deny it!)

I Thought You Were Gone

Pairing:Ekko x Reader

TW:Mention of bad thoughts and giving up

Word Count:964

Song Suggestion:Crossfire - Stephen

A/N:I was on a really sad/angsty mood when I wrote this lol, so I’m definitely thinking on making a part 2, anyway, enjoy♥️

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Things were going crazy in both sides of the bridge recently.

With Silco doing more deals with shimmer, meaning more shipments where sent and recieved everyday, Jinx stealing Hextech and now with Vi coming back from what everybody thought was the dead and bringing a piltie with her, Ekko was going crazy.

Of course he had you by his side for everything he needed, specially when it came to taking decisions involving the sanctuary while he was away, and thats what he had tasked you with before going to what you thought was some kind of suicide mission.

You never really been to Piltover yourself for long times, nor have you talked to someone from there besides your new "friend" Caitlyn, but it was common knowledge that they never had good thoughts abou any undercity folk.

So, in contrary to what he had made you swear not to do you gave the leader function to Scar and went after them, as you had a bad feeling on your gut about the whole situation.

When you arrived at the bridge it was kinda late as some type of combat seemed to have happened between them and some enforcers that were now lifeless on the ground, but as you were starting to get worried you finally saw Ekko fighting Jinx in the middle of the bridge.

He was handling everything with such maestry that you thought he would not need your help, but you soon saw you were mistaken when, upon thinking he had the upper hand he got distracted enough not to notice the blue haired girls arming a bomb right beside them.

Your actions were quicker than your thoughts when you suddently went with your hoverboard right in the direction of the bomb, separating both of them in the process, but it was obvious you did it out of pure instinct not thinking about having a literall bomb on your hands, you tried to throw it on the river but it was to late.

"Y/N NO!" was the last thing you heard before you lost your senses.

If Ekko was already mad at Jinx now he was enraged, not letting himself be distracted this time he continued to hit JInx until he was sure she was unconcious, he wanted to hurt her further, but he wansn't like the monsters of the undercity he swore to destroy.

He went down the bridge as fast es he could, not caring anymore about the stupid gemstone or Vi's shouts on the other side of the smoke curtain, his heart was beatting as fast as ever as he tried to look out for you in the dark waters, only for an unexpected shot on his foot made him lose his balance and fall on the concrete floor below him.

Now disabled and afraid that something worse might have actually happened to you he tried as much as he could to stay quiet in the middle of his panick atack as to not make himself known to Silco's goons that were up the bridge, only hoping that by a miracle you were going to appear in front of him safe and sound, or that a firelight would come looking for him.

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In the following week after Heimerdinger helped him get safely back into the sanctuary he couldn’t do anything besides cry and shout at everyone that even dared to metion your name in his presence.

He kept screaming at Scar on the first hours after he came back for letting you go out after him, his friend only heard with his mouth shut, he knew Ekko would prefer the worst torture, prefer to kill himself instead of having to lose you, he didnt gave him a comforting speech either, he knew it wasnt what his friend needed now.

The following days only seemed to get worse, shit hit the fan when Jinx exploded the council, which made him blame himself even more for not trying to get the gem back, and he missed you, he missed your touch, your scent, your voice, the way that if you were there beside him right now you would have made him feel better with your comforting words and reassuring touches all over him.

He couldn’t eat anymore, sleep anymore, he lost himself on an abyss of sadness, he just couldn’t handle your loss anymore as he only thought of giving everything up, but when he was about to go to the upper floor of his chambers Scar bolted through the door saying that Ekko needed to go to the sewer doors.

Scar ignored his friend’s demands to just leave him alone and promptly dragged him all the way down the three on a hoverboard against his will, his tiredness were slowly going back to anger when he saw the most unexpected but also relieving sigh he have seen in his entire life.

You slowly made your way through the curious crowd of firelights that were just as surprised as him by your return, upon seeing your state, with bandages all over your body and a cane helping you to move it was clear that you were on your worst shape, but the only thing that mattered to him was that you were alive.

He immediatly ran to hug you "Oh my fucking god Y/N is it really you? Fuck I though you were gone for good i just-" "O-ow babe" "Oh shit I'm really sorry i hurt you, but is just...i thought you were...but now youre here and, and" You embraced him through his tears as carefully as possible not no hurt yourself even further but giving your lover the confort he was needing after what seemed to be the worse days of his life.

"Come on, help me get upstaisr so you can take proper care of me and i can explain to you what happened, sounds good?"

"Sounds just perfect"

#arcane #arcane x reader #ekko #ekko x reader #arcane fanfic #ekko arcane

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All love

Jill Roberts x f! Reader

Warnings: murder lol

Jill grabs my hand as I talk to Kirby, Jill’s demeanor seemingly changing as she came over here looking at me and Kirby. She stands next to both of us, glaring at Kirby causing her to look at her with confusion. “C’mon y/n, we have to get to class.” She says giving my hand a gentle tug in her direction causing me to sigh softly, “okay okay, see ya Kirby.” I say waking with Jill to our English class, “what’s with you?” I ask her causing Jill to scoff, “don’t act stupid, she was totally flirting with you.” Jill says annoyance laced in her tone. I stop Jill before we go in our class and pull her towards me causing her to avert her gaze from my eyes, “Jill I’m yours, you know that…” I say cupping her cheek and making her green eyes stare into mine, “I know…I’m not worried that you’ll do anything it’s just-“ “I know, I understand, I feel the same way when Trevor tries to talk to you.” Jill rolls her eyes as she pulls me into the classroom, “yes but he really is a threat since he’s so fucking persistent.” She says rolling her eyes causing me to giggle, “not that he could make me cheat on you-“ I kiss her to shut her up and she instantly kisses me back, “I know Jill.” I say breaking away from our kiss and taking out my notebook. She sighs and pulls hers out as well and we get ready for class until the teacher comes in, “class, today we’re watching a movie, so feel free to sit wherever you’d like.” Everyone moves around and Jill and I end up in the back even though it was a bit hard to see for Jill. Once the movie started Jill began to draw insignificant patterns on my thigh causing me to smile at her romantic behavior, “I love you y/n.” She whispers against my ear before kissing right below it, “I love you too Jill, watch the movie…” I say giggling quietly. She sighs and leans back in her chair still tracing along my thighs. “Are you going to the movie marathon tonight?” She asks softly before kissing my neck. “I don’t know…” Jill’s hand tightens on my thigh, “stay with me tonight…” I smile and nod, “okay…” “Kirby’s coming over too but you can stay the night of course.” She says keeping her arms around me. I blush and hold her back as the movie ends.

After school I go to Jill’s and have dinner with her and after Kirby arrives. We go upstairs and lay on Jill’s bed watching the horror movies all laughing at them. Sometimes Jill’s arms would tighten around me at the scary parts and I’d smile at her scared behavior even though she kept the strong act on when Kirby was around. I soon fall asleep in my girlfriend’s arms, feeling completely safe and protected by her. I wake up when I feel Jill moving and look up to see her on the phone causing me to worry. I look to Kirby and also see her in a panicked state as her and Jill looked out the window. I looked where they were looking and saw ghost face stabbing Olivia to death causing all of us to scream. “Shit! We have to help her!” Jill says tears running down her cheeks. Sidney comes upstairs and when she sees what’s going on rushes next door. We made our way downstairs when we bumped into Sidney with ghost face behind her. He went to stab Jill, “no!” She screams as I jump in front of her and get hit in the stomach. She pushes him down the stairs and everything else is a blur of yelling and panic until I black out.

I slowly gain consciousness, hearing my girlfriend mumbling; “it wasn’t supposed to go this way…I didn’t want you to get hurt…” I open my eyes slowly, looking over to Jill. Her features soften as she sees me, “Y/n! Thank god, don’t scare me like that!” She yells at me as she kisses me, “sorry…” I mumble discovering it hurt too much to talk fully. “No it’s…it’s all my fault…” she says looking away. I cup her cheek and smile softly at her, “it’s not Jill, you didn’t know this would happen.” Jill looks away again still seeming guilty, “I love you Jill.” “I love you too y/n…” she says giving my hand a small squeeze. I get stitched up and get sent home and later in the night Jill sneaks into my room smiling as she looks at me. “Hey…how are you feeling Y/n?” Jill asks cupping my cheek as I look at her, my girlfriend’s green eyes doesn’t worry. “I’m okay, I kinda miss my girlfriend though, she promised I could spend the night.” I say pouting at Jill. She smiles softly and takes off her shirt and pants putting on one of my shirts and getting into bed with me. “Feeling better?” She asks smiling at me gently. I nod and nuzzle into her causing her to giggle as she soothingly stroked my hair. As I was about to fall asleep I hear soft sniffles causing me to look up seeing Jill crying, “hey, what’s wrong baby?” I ask cupping her cheek and wiping away her tears. She shakes her head; “it’s all my fault…” she whispers hugging me tightly. “Jill-“ She gets up looking at me, “y/n I have to tell you something…please…don’t hate me…I’m so sorry…” she continues crying as I sit up slightly, looking at her confused; “what is it?” She covers her face grabbing her bag and placing it beside her. “Okay…” She mumbles softly looking away from me as she takes something from her bag. She gets on top of me, looking like she’s going to kill me causing my heart to beat faster; “Jill?” She seems to be conflicted but bites her lip; “Jill…” her eyes soften and she sighs; “I’m…cheating…” she says softly looking away guiltily. I push her off; “are you kidding me?” I ask her angrily. “I’m sorry…” she mumbles sadly, her eyes meeting mine. “I don’t care about him, I never have. I just need him for something and the only way he’d help me was if I’d be with him…” I feel hot tears running down my cheeks as I cry; “You’re enough y/n. I meant it when I said I’m yours and I love you. He’s the reason I wanted to keep us secret, I needed to keep you safe…” I look up at her, her face emotionless causing me to grow angry. “Jill, don’t you feel bad about this?!” She nods, “I do but there’s nothing I can do…” She says looking away from me. I slap her. “I love you you idiot…I want to be with you but I don’t want to be your secret, whatever it is your doing…just…be safe okay? I don’t want you to get hurt…please…” She smiles softly at me kissing my cheek. “I-I don’t want to be your side girl while your with him, please come back when you guys are done for good.” I say looking away from her. “I understand.” She says sighing and shaking her head. She puts her clothes back on and leaves causing me to cry.

-a couple days later-

I go to Kirby’s house since she invited me over for movie night. As I sit on the couch Jill comes in looking at me in shock and our eyes meet immediately causing me to tear up and look away. “I need to talk to you.” She says when Kirby goes to make popcorn. “I-I don’t want to Jill…” “please…” she says worriedly and pleadingly, “okay…” we stand up and go to the bathroom. “What is it?” I ask her. “Why are you here?” She asks in a panicked tone. I sigh shakily, “why do you care? Is your boyfriend coming?” She sighs annoyed. “That’s not why I’m asking you.” “So he is?” She sighs again more aggressively, “that’s not the point! I’m just…I-im worried about you…so much…” she says genuinely, looking up at me with worry, the green eyes I fell in love with still showing what always was there just for me. “Why Jill?” I ask her curiously. “The murders that have been going around…” She says looking away slightly and putting her hands in her back pockets, something she did when she was anxious. “I’m just…I don’t want you to get hurt.” She looks up to me her eyes meeting mine again. “I love you y/n…” she says cupping my cheek as she looked at me. I feel tears running down my cheeks as I try to break my gaze with hers. She hugs me tightly and apologizes over and over as I cry against her. I hold her tightly missing her against me and in my arms. “Jill…I-I love you soo much…” she holds me tighter, “god…I love you too…”

-after all the murders-

I’m standing with Sydney in the kitchen as two ghost faces surrounded us. The one in front lifts her mask and I gasp when I see Jill. Her eyes meet mine but break away quickly to talk to Sydney. I’m too shocked to move and when the camera guy kissed Jill I felt my heart shatter, “Jill…” I whimper. She smirks and continues her spiel as I cry then she stabs Sydney but then her boyfriend causing me to look at her in shock. After she kills everyone she goes up to me and I flinch, “I’d never hurt you…” She says looking at me lovingly, “Jill…” “he’s out of the picture now…just us…” she says looking into my eyes as she holds me carefully. I kiss her with no hesitation, no regrets, just all the love I’ve been holding onto.

#jill roberts #scream #scream 4 #kirby reed #gxg #lesbian

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