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thesunisatangerine · 7 months

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prometeme (promise me)

alexia putellas x streamer!reader

warning/s: nothing, just fluff

a/n in the tags

*first emoji set: grinning face with big eyes and a thumbs up

*second emoji: a thumbs up

You put the controller down, hands shaking, letting out a victorious sigh of relief.

“Woah, that boss was something else. Jeez, I’m literally shaking, guys. I can’t believe I survived that last hit!” You chuckled, still a little breathless from the adrenaline pumping through you as you looked at the camera. “We nearly died but we pulled through! I’m just going to take a small break ‘cause that was intense!”

You stretched your arms before you grabbed your tumbler of water next to you, allowing your eyes to flit over the windows on your three monitors, ensuring that everything functioned properly for the stream.

Then as you sipped your water, you spied a rather big influx of comments on one of your chats from the corner of your eyes. It was your Instagram chat that seemed to be in danger of exploding–that fact in and of itself was weird because most of your audience were on Twitch and YouTube. So you frowned, squinting your eyes slightly to see what was happening.

‘why is alexia putellas here?’

‘So…. are we not going to talk about how Alexia Putellas is watching this?’

‘omgggg HI ALEXIAAaA!!!’

‘wait alexia who??’

‘ALEXIA?!!1?!?’

‘FORÇA BARÇA!!!!!!!!’

‘yoooo alexia is here?!?’

‘yall who tf is this alexia???’

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your sockets and you just as nearly spat out the water in your mouth. And sure enough when you scrolled up as subtly as you could, there it was: alexiaputellas joined. What the fuck is she doing?! And as if it wasn’t already bad enough, you saw her comment.

alexiaputellas: nice 😃👍*

That did nothing but add fuel to the fire because more comments started flooding in, most of them freaked out and confused.

‘guys she just commented!!!!’

‘eyooo look at your chat alexia wants to talk to you!!1!’

‘do you two know each other??’

‘HI ALEXIA!!

‘can somne pls tell me who alexia issss’

‘alexia aren’t you supposed to be training why are you here lol

‘this is so random wtffff’

‘ikr i didnt even know she likes stuff likes this’

And then you spotted the question you dreaded to see:

‘wait, are you guys dating??!!?!?’

Oh, you were so going to kill her for this. But first, you needed to find a way to calm this situation down without arousing further suspicion because if you ignored it, it would definitely just come back to bite the both of you.

Most of your followers knew that you liked football. You’d mentioned on a number of occasions that Alexia was one of your favorite players so you knew you couldn’t act too dumb but you couldn’t act too familiar, either. You needed to act just excited enough to know that one of your favorite footballers was watching you but not overtly so that it would look unconvincing. Yet still, that wouldn’t answer the question of why Alexia Putellas would be watching a videogame livestream especially when said livestreamer wasn’t someone she followed. Not to mention that the time at where Alexia was supposed to be was–you looked at the clock widget on your monitor that displayed your time and Spain’s–was currently 3 am!

Alexia, you little shit.

Thankfully, you caught sight of a comment on your Twitch chat that gave you a good segue to start addressing this.

“‘Hey, look at your Insta chat,’” you read out before adding, “why? What are you guys up to on there?”

You made a show of moving your mouse.

“Woah! Okay, why are y’all freaking out?” You squinted your eyes slightly, trying to seem like you were trying to figure out what was happening. Immediately, you were bombarded with responses telling you that Alexia was there.

“‘Alexia Putellas is watching’. Ha, very funny. There’s no way, y’all are just playing me.”

Then another good response popped up for what you said and you read it out loud. “‘She commented something.’ Where?”

You scrolled your mouse profusely, furrowing your brows for effect. Once you found it, you held your breath, widened your eyes slightly and covered your mouth with your hand.

“Holy sh–no, there’s no way… Uh–I don’t know what to–Hi, Alexia! And, thank you?” You put your face in your hands as you let out an embarrassed sound–half-real and partly an act. It wasn’t difficult to imitate a fan when you were one yourself and just because you were dating Alexia that didn’t stop you from fanning over her when she’s on the pitch.

The chat seemed to calm down and you were thankful that that little play worked.

Then you added, addressing the chat but you hoped that Alexia would get the clue to not do anything else or better, to leave the live. “This is so weird! I don’t know why she’s on here but Alexia, I hope you enjoy the show!”

To your mortification, Alexia replied in the chat again.

alexiaputellas: don’t worry, i will 👍*

Groaning internally, you watched as the chat exploded again. What did you expect really? You had to admit you played yourself there, you should had known that Alexia would do that. You tried to do damage control but at this point, you just hoped that your followers wouldn’t look into this too much. You made a mental note to talk to Alexia about her not joining any of your streams with her official account.

“Okay, so I guess we should get this show back on the road, huh?” With that, you picked up the controller and started again. You had about an hour of streaming left and you started counting down the seconds. You only hoped Alexia wouldn’t try anything again.

———

“Thank you to everyone who tuned in tonight! I enjoyed it very much and I hope you did, too! Have a good night–or a good day depending on what time you’re watching this–and I’ll see you guys again in the next stream!”

You waved and directed one last smile at the camera before you disconnected the stream from all your platforms. Then you spent some time tidying up some loose ends before finally shutting everything down. You stretched as you got out of the chair, opened the door of your stream room, and made your way to the living room.

“Did you have fun?” You asked drily, throwing Alexia a dirty look as you crossed your arms and leaned against the doorframe of the living room. Alexia laid comfortably down on the couch, a matching pair of grey sweats and shirt on, feet propped up on one end and one arm under her head on the other. She placed her phone down on the coffee table when she heard your voice, looking at you with an innocent look though the cheeky quirk at the corner of her lips said anything but.

“Well, since you asked, I did.” She added, grinning, “you looked so cute flustered like that.”

“You’re unbelievable!” You grumbled as you threw your hands up in exasperation but there was no sting to it. And what did you get in response? The sound of cheerful laughter. It was contagious and the mask on your face cracked, making way for a smile that left your cheeks hurting from how wide it was.

You walked towards the couch and Alexia scooched over, making space for you as she held her hand out the moment you got close enough.

“Come here. I missed you.” Alexia said in a soft voice, her hazel eyes just as gentle in the low light. She pulled you down so you’d lay against her side, your head on her chest and you sighed contentedly, immediately melting in her tender warmth, her arms strong and steady wrapped around your waist.

“It’s ony been three hours.”

“That was three hours worth of not having you next to me.” She kissed the top of your head as she muttered the words and you felt your chest ache as if your heart wanted to burst out to reach for hers. Being this close to her, it was the best place in the world.

You hummed in response, nuzzling your nose against the column of her neck and breathed her in. “You’re such a sweet-talker.”

“Not if it’s true, my love.” Alexia countered without a second thought. Your cheeks and ears warmed and you hid your face in the crook of her neck.

“Alexia, stop!”

You felt the vibration of her laughter against your cheek. “What? I’m not doing anything!”

“Yes, you are. You’re doing everything right that sometimes it scares me,” you admitted in a whisper. Alexia brought a hand over your cheek and brushed the skin there with her thumb in a soothing manner.

“Who’s the sweet-talker now?” Alexia said teasingly.

“God, you’re so annoying. I don’t know why I love you.”

At that, she laughed again. “You like it when I’m like this. And I love you, too.”

A moment of comfortable silence filled what little space between you. You listened to the steady rhythm of Alexia’s heartbeat beneath your ear as she played with your hair.

Then you spoke, “just promise me one thing, darling?"

“What?” Alexia hummed.

“Warn me before you do that again.”

She turned to catch your gaze, brilliant mischief twinkled in those hazel eyes, her dimples showed as she said, “that I can’t do.”

“Alexia!”

#ap11 #not proofread #mine #my writing #a/n: just a lil fluff while im working on against all odds #the idea hit me while i was at the gym last night and wrote it right after lol i had fun with this ngl #hope you guys like it

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bleedingoptimism · 7 months

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The Stray

part two

Steve, blushingly furiously, asks Max to take over pancake duty so he can put on a shirt.

And Eddie is both thankful and devastated about it until Steve comes back… and he’s wearing one of Eddie’s shirts and fuck, that makes it so much worse.

He’s always had a thing for guys wearing his clothes and Steve looks so fucking pretty with an old and tattered shirt from his first tour.

Steve catches Eddie staring at him and blushes again, “Sorry, I'm wearing you aren’t I?”

‘Uhg why would you phrase it like that? That sounds so good. Yes. Please. Wear me.’

Eddie shakes his head and smiles at their guest, “Nah, it’s fine dude, you can do me whene- Wear me! I mean- wear my clot- Stop laughing Max, you little shit! I slept like two hours, okay?”

The three of them share a laugh and then, with all of their plates full, Max starts telling Eddie how she met Steve and the circumstances that got her to invite him over.

Eddie listens and starts thinking, shit, maybe he shouldn’t trust Max to be alone for such long periods of time. He worries about her, always has. But Max has always been independent and so fucking stubborn, toeing the line between proving how responsible she was and disobedience.

He tries to keep an eye on her as much as she lets him, he trusts Max to commute to college alone, to hit the skate park at any hour of the day. She used to get into fights at high school but went to therapy for her anger issues and doesn’t do it anymore.

He trusts her with her boyfriend. Or more accurately, he trusts her boyfriend. It took Max two whole months to tell Eddie she was dating someone and another two months to finally introduce them. And not because she was worried about what Eddie might think of him, oh no.

She was worried Eddie would think Lucas was too good for her. Too pure. That she would corrupt him. (She was right about Lucas being too pure but Eddie would never think someone could be too good for her. In his opinion, she deserved every bit of good that came her way.)

So really, befriending a street performer sounded like something right up her alley but, taking a homeless man in…

Not that he can blame her, he thinks as he watches Steve shyly biting a pancake and getting progressively redder as Max dives into an action-packed story of him beating up three men to save her.

He knows Max like the back of his hand and knows exactly where she’s going when she talks about how kind, smart, and talented her friend is so he’s not surprised when she asks, “Can he stay with us for a while?”

“No, absolutely not.”

It’s not him who answers, but Steve. He’s shaking his head and looking at Max with big eyes, “I couldn’t possibly. I can’t take advantage of your hospitality any longer, I-”

“Oh, shut up Steve, don’t play hard to get. You have nowhere else to go! Just say yes.”

Steve seems to shrink into himself and looks between Max and Eddie, who gives him a little encouraging smile.

“What are you going to do?” Max presses.

Steve blinks at them sadly and he looks so much like a kicked puppy Eddie wants to make Max back off and hold him, so he stuffs his mouth with pancakes before he says something stupid.

“...I don't know,” Steve answers after a second, and Max huffs as if she is dealing with a child.

“Do you have anyone you could call?” Eddie asks him curious.

Steve’s shoulders tense for a second before he smiles apologetically, “Not anyone I’d want to find out about my… Situation”

“That settles it then!” Max says and claps her hands loudly making Eddie jump, he really did sleep two hours and he wants to go to bed now. Maybe Steve would be up for cuddles? Okay, no. He needs to go to sleep right now before his brain gets any more dumb ideas.

“You can stay in the guest room Wayne and mom use when they come over, no biggie. And don’t worry I’m not gonna let you stay here for free! You’ll chaperone me to school and the skate park and can do the groceries and cook while you look for a proper job! If anything I’ll be taking advantage of you and not the other way around,” Max tells him in a tone that leaves no room for argument.

Steve looks between the both of them once more before sighing and nodding once, a small smile on his lips that makes his eyes shine prettily.

He blinks a couple of times, his eyes looking wetter with every blink and he clears his throat and excuses himself going to the living room where his beat-up duffle bag and guitar case are, pretending to be tying things up while clearly drying his tears.

Eddie’s heart clenches for him but he looks at Max and shakes his head at her, “You know, your mom warned me once about me getting home one day and finding you with a stray puppy but,” he lifts his hand and points in Steve’s general direction, “That’s a grown-ass man.”

Max smirks at him, “Nah,” she says, taking Eddie’s plate and hers and starting to clean up after Steve, “He’s a puppy.”

to be continued!

part 1: 🎸

part 2: you are here!

part 3: 📓

part 4: 💝

coffee?☕🥐💕

#stranger things #steddie #i wrote something #aha! you thought id forgotten about this but jokes on you! i never stopped thinking about it #i hope yall like what i did with it in the end #steve harrington #eddie munson #max mayfield

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goosewithtwoos · 2 years

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SWOON

Pairing: Bob x Reader

Summary: I’m vibing with Bob atm y’all don’t understand the hold this man has on me #Bobfucks

“What was that?” Bob chuckled, trying to take your phone to go back to a photo you had quickly swiped away from.

You had been showing him the work you were doing on your engine and had forgotten about the god-awful photo of your breakfast from a few days ago.

It had been so messy you just had to take a photo of it. An attempt at eggs on toast had turned really wrong and somehow ended with the egg was both burnt and undercooked, sitting atop a very dry looking piece of bread. Not your proudest moment.

Bob was looking at the photo and openly laughing, zooming in where the yolk was still running.

“I’m typically not that bad. God, that really looks like shit doesn’t it.” You said, covering your face in your hands to hide the blush that was creeping up from your neck.

He made a noise that sounded like an attempt at disagreement before ending in a soft “yeah”.

“Hey, how do you take your eggs in the morning? Really fucked up? Yeah, I got you.” You joked, taking your phone back and searching for another picture of your engine.

Bob sat in silence for a while and you thought he was just waiting for you to find the photo before he asked, “How do you take your eggs in the morning?”

Your heart stopped and then ran a mile a minute.

But this was Bob. He probably didn’t realize the implications in the words. Hell, there wasn’t even any real implication there.

You realized he was waiting for a response but your mind was in a million different places, imagining a million different things.

“Over easy.” You managed to reply.

He made a thoughtful noise and smiled. Your heart hurt when he looked at you. He was too damn cute for his own good and you just wanted to protect him.

“How..How you - How do you take your eggs in the morning?” Smooth.

“I prefer oatmeal.” He said with another grin and you felt the intense urge to die right then and there.

This wasn’t fair. He wasn’t fair. How could he be so adorable?

He took off his glasses and you were sure you had died.

Somehow he looked even better without them. It was like a Jekyll and Hyde situation. With his glasses - sweet Bob who couldn’t do more than two shots before passing out - and then without. Without them, he looked like he could have been sculpted from one of the greatest.

He wiped them on a small cloth he had produced from his pocket and put them back on, blinking to adjust.

You realized you were staring and had to pull your eyes away and back to your phone in hopes the thoughts in your head would quiet.

“Do I have something on my face?” He asked, already wiping at his mouth.

“No, no, no! You’re perfect! I mean, you’re face is perfect. Not like that - well, yeah like that, but also like you don’t have any flaws - anything on your face.”

You were so thankful it was just the two of you in the room. Any flirting prowess or sauve you used to have seemed to have gone completely out the window when it came to Bob and if anyone else had seen that, you were sure you’d have to kill them.

He blinked at you, trying to make sense of what you had just said. You could feel the redness overtaking your visage as he opened and then closed his mouth.

“Do you not like me with my glasses?” His voice was small, almost like he was embarrassed. Bless him, of course he would be the one embarrassed when it really should be you.

You violently shook your head. “You just look so different without them! Like, you look really good without them!”

Now it was Bob’s turn to blush. “You think I look good?”

You bit your lip to keep yourself from saying anything more dumb and nodded.

He slowly removed his glasses and placed them on the table. Your mouth went dry at the sight. He self consciously pushed his hair back and sat up straighter, a small attempt to look good for you.

“I can’t see.” He admitted with a nervous laugh.

Good, you thought, as your hand found it’s place on his cheek, feeling the soft and warm skin beneath. You traced along where the frames should have been and back to his ear.

His breath that had initially hitched when you touched him slowed into a more controlled manner. You felt his jaw tense underneath the light stubble.

“What are you doing?” He asked in a small voice.

“Admiring you.” You responded before you could even think.

He took in a deep breath and grabbed your wrist. His eyes were wide and they danced side to side, trying to focus on your face.

You froze, unsure if he wanted you to pull away or stay where you were. You settled for leaving it up in the air and waiting for him to make the move.

“Don’t tease me like that.” There was no bite to the words. They came across much more defeated than angry and you wondered how many times people had jokingly said things like that just to pull the rug from under him.

“I’m not teasing.” You replied, trying to keep the fear from your voice.

Had you just fucked everything up? Was he going to run away now and tell Phoenix who would inevitably tell Rooster who’d tell Hangman who’d tell Fanboy and so on? Damn, you’d have to put in a request to transfer.

He let go of your hand and cupped your face, pulling you forward into a lip bruising kiss. You kissed back fervently, scooting forward on your chair and pressing deeper against him.

His mouth fell open and you took the opportunity to bite down on his bottom lip, hoping the action would speak the words you couldn’t find.

Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck and suddenly the distance between you needed to be closed. You stood from your chair, never breaking the kiss, and straddled his thigh.

His hands moved from your face to your back, then your waist, coming to settle right above where your shirt and pants met.

You could feel his hands toying with the fabric and you smirked into the kiss.

When he finally pulled away, gasping, he pressed his forehead back against yours.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked.

You knew he had struggled with self image. The other boys didn’t play nice and then when he tried to be with you or Phoenix, he’d get teased even more for being friends with the girls. Your heart hurt as you thought of all the times jokes were made about Bobs suspicious lack of romantic history.

“Because,” You said, pressing a quick kiss back to his lips. “You are” a kiss to his cheek. “so fucking” another below his ear. “adorable.” and with that, you left a linger kiss to his neck, enjoying how the vein tensed beneath your lips.

He shivered when you pulled away.

You took his glasses from the table and put them on him, smiling as he squinted at you.

“Wow, hi.” He said when he was finally able to see you up close.

“Hi.” You said, scooting up his thigh.

His hands never left your waist as you pressed your hips downwards, enjoying the slight friction it caused. Your stomach was doing flips and you hoped you were being subtle enough that he wouldn’t notice you grinding against him.

“Can…could we do that again?” He asked. How could you say no to such a precious request?

You didn’t waste your breath to answer before leaning back down to capture him in another kiss, deepening this one even fast than you had the first.

He moaned into your mouth and it was one of the sweetest sounds you’d ever heard. You sucked his bottom lip in between your teeth and his hips bucked subconsciously.

You had to pull away before you crossed a line you probably shouldn’t cross in a break room.

He chased your lips slightly before leaning back. His hands slid down and gently squeezed the sides of your upper thighs.

It was a kind motion but it sent very unkind thoughts to your mind and aching core.

“My bunk is pretty close. If you want to - We don’t have to do anything, you can show me your engine again and this could be a once off thing.” He panicked, hoping he hadn’t misread the situation.

Now that you knew he wanted you in that way too, you began openly grinding yourself across his thigh. He watched you with fascinated eyes, trying to mentally calculate the best time to tense his thigh for best friction payoff.

“I want to.” You panted. “I really want to.”

“Thank God.”

You stood up, pulling him with you, and dragged him to the door. You both peeked out to make sure none of your coworkers saw you two running around together before jogging down the hallway hand-in-hand.

You felt like a kid, giggling and running down corridors. Something about Bob really brought out a domestic side in you.

Once inside his bunk, he wasted no time pressing you against the door, kissing you hard.

You both began pulling at your outer layers, removing the button downs that were becoming all too hot even inside an air conditioned room.

You never would have guessed that Bob had it in him to take what he wanted but the way he was kissing you made you second guess.

He shifted a leg between yours and you gasped when he bounced you onto his thigh.

You got the message and began moving your hips against him. The friction just felt so good, you were sure you could cum right then and there.

When he moved away from your lips, you let out a desperate whine you didn’t think yourself capable of. His lips found your neck, pressing kisses and leaving soft nips that would unfortunately not leave a mark. You knew it was for the better since you really didn’t need anyone asking about this.

He found one spot on your neck that made you throw your head back and your core grow even more needy. Your mind went blank and all you could think about was getting him undressed and even closer.

“Keep going.” He mumbled into your skin, pressing his thigh down.

God damn, you would have never guessed Bob had it in him to do things like this. Perhaps you really didn’t know him as well as you thought you did.

You continued to grind against him as the assault on your neck never lessened. As good as it felt, you also felt like you were about to explode and you quickly untucked his shirt, pulling it over his head.

His glasses slipped off a little at the motion but he pushed them back in place.

You felt bad for thinking that you wished he would take them off. You loved him either way but the no-glasses look seemed much more appropriate for this situation.

“I wanna see you.” He explained as he pulled at your shirt.

You flushed crimson as you allowed him to pull off your shirt. His words were so sweet and so sinful at the same time. He unclasped your bra, letting it drape down your shoulders and at your feet.

He pressed his chest to yours and the contact felt heavenly. He kissed you again, slower this time but filled with the same amount of want.

You began pulling at your slacks, letting them pool at your ankles.

There was a prominent damp spot in your underwear and you were hesitant to continue grinding against his thigh knowing he’d be able to feel it. He slipped a hand down to your waist and dragged you along him, making the decision for you.

When you briefly pulled away to breathe again, you glanced down and noticed a trail on his slacks that sent your mind spiraling.

You had half a mind to be a bit grossed out but the other and stronger half thought it was so fucking hot.

Thankfully, so did Bob.

“You’re so wet.” He commented, pressing two fingers over the ruined fabric.

Simply hearing his sweet voice say such things sent another wave through you and you arched, trying to get him closer again.

He pressed a kiss to your lips and then began trailing downwards. He hit your collarbones, kissing both, before hitting your stomach and abdomen.

You stood there panting, pressed against the door, watching him with half lidded eyes as he sank to his knees before you.

He looked up at you and you nodded frantically. Once he got the confirmation needed, he was quick to throw your leg over his shoulder and bury himself inside your cunt.

You let out an embarrassingly loud cry when he licked you through your panties. Your hand came down to his hair, grasping onto him.

He continued his assault over the fabric until he decided that he’d had enough and pulled them aside. Once there was nothing between you and his warm tongue, you would swear you saw stars.

His lips wrapped around your clit while his skilled fingers began teasing your folds. His free hand was on the small of your back, pressing your hips closer to his face. Even with his eyes closed, he was somehow able to find the exact spots you needed him most.

“How are you - ngh - so good at this?” You struggled out. You felt him laugh against you and opted for licking a long strip down you in response.

He slowly fingered you open, pressing his nose to your clit while his tongue continued moving in figure eights. Your legs were shaking by the time he added a second finger and you had to press yourself against the door to keep from falling forward.

“Shit, Bob, please.” You whined.

His tongue fucked in and out of your hole. In combination with his fingers, you could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.

You clenched around him, throwing your head back. The hand that was on your back came forward and lightly pressed against your lower abdomen, intensifying the feeling.

You came around his fingers and tongue, crying out his name. He coursed you through your orgasm, slowing his movements until you had finally come down from your high.

Your leg dropped from his shoulder and he stood back up, mouth glistening.

“Seriously, how the hell are you so good at that?” You panted out.

He smiled lop sided in return and shrugged. “I just really like doing it.”

Despite just having come down from your high, you could feel your arousal peek again at his admission.

You kissed him again, spinning him around so he was against the door. He made a soft sound as you began taking more control. You ground your hips against his, feeling the tent in his slacks.

He grabbed your ass and pressed you closer to him.

Now it was your turn to stick your thigh between his legs. He had no shame grinding against you, trying to get any amount of friction.

“I’m gonna…oh my God, I need these off.” He whined as he desperately pulled at his belt.

His slacks found the same place as yours on the floor and you pulled away to look at him.

You’d seen Bob before in the locker room but he seemingly always had clothes on. This was the first time you had ever seen him without his clothes and it was a religious experience.

He was toned - not as bulky as Rooster or Hangman but you honestly preferred that. Sometimes there was a thing as too much muscle. Across his chest, freckles adorned his skin and he had a small birthmark on his left rib cage. Your fingers danced over his chest, tracing ever line. His v-line was cut like marble and a weird part of you wanted to lick it.

“I know I don’t have a six pack like Coyote…” He muttered off.

You were quick to shut him up with another hard kiss. Your hand reached down to his boxers, teasing him through the fabric.

He moaned into your mouth as you applied light pressure and you were quick to make him do it again. His moans were whiney and desperate. God, he was so fucking cute.

You pulled down the waistband, allowing his cock to spring up. Holy hell, you would have never expected sweet and innocent Bob to be packing as much as he was. Your mouth watered and you could only think about having him inside you.

The tip was flushed and a bead of precum was sliding down the side. Prominent veins ran up towards the head and you experimentally pressed your thumb against one. His hips bucked and he let out a moan you often heard in over the top pornography.

Out of everything that had surprised you today, the fact that he was loud took the cake.

You wanted to hear more of him but with the thin walls, you knew it would be best to shut him up. You deepened the kiss and playfully sucked on his tongue.

“I wanna…please, oh fuck, can I?” He asked against your lips. Hearing Bob curse shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was but you were prepared to give him whatever it was he wanted.

“I’m all yours.” You replied.

He lifted you up from the back of your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He walked you towards the bed and gently set you down. He hovered over you, kissing your neck before lightly tapping your legs as a way to signal for you to let go.

He scooted back, toying with the sides of your panties.

“Is this okay?” His eyes flicked up to yours as you nodded. He pulled them down, throwing them across the room to where your other clothes were.

He stood up, pulling down his boxers and opened the top drawer of his dresser. He pulled out a condom and tore it open with his teeth.

Your pussy throbbed at the sight and you ran a hand down to play with your aching clit. He turned back to you, enjoying the little show you were putting on for him as he properly put the condom on.

He came back to the bed, placed a kiss to your lips and then pushed your hand away. You groaned at the loss of contact but quickly changed your tune as his fingers picked up where yours left off.

“Spread your legs some more for me.”

You quickly obliged as he spread you open, looking down on your core. You could feel yourself dripping onto the sheets but couldn’t find yourself caring. You were far too gone to care about anything other than the man before you right now.

Slowly, he pressed the tip in and allowed for you to get used to the stretch.

You whimpered at the initial sensation but relaxed yourself to grow accustomed to it. When he felt you loosen, he pushed more in until he was finally flushed against you.

“You’re so tight.” He said, running a hand across your chest. His fingers pinched your nipples and you couldn’t help how you arched into his touch.

His head dipped down, taking the other nipple into his mouth and began sucking. Typically, you weren’t fond of this sort of treatment but with Bob, you never wanted him to stop.

He left small bites across your chest, ones that you knew would leave a mark, before switching to your other breast. He continued the same treatment while waiting for you to be comfortable enough for him to move.

You would have to admit, you were surprised with his patience. Most men at this point would have started railing into you with zero regard for your pain but Bob was waiting for you to say the word.

“You can move.” You panted, placing a hand on the back of his head. You played with his hair as he pulled out ever so slightly before pushing back in.

You gasped at how deep he was hitting even with such shallow thrusts. As his pace increased, he pulled away from your chest and sat upright to get a better view of you.

You took the opportunity as well to ogle his chest, unsure of when the next time you’d see it would be.

When he noticed you staring, he pulled off his glasses and smirked.

You couldn’t help how your body reacted to the sight. You clenched around him, reaching out for something to hold onto.

He clasped his free hand in yours and you felt the tears welling in your eyes.

How could he be so sweet, so sexy, and so respectful? One more move like that and you were sure you’d have to propose.

He placed his glasses on your face and pushed back your hair. You couldn’t see as well anymore, his prescription was pretty high, which made the feelings even more intense.

With your sight taken away, it felt like all your other senses were heightened. You could hear his soft pants and whines along with the way the bed was creaking. You felt each thrust ten times better and the pressure on your clit was delightful.

Your legs began to shake as he hit your g-spot. He lifted your hips and angled each thrust perfectly so he could hit your spot every time.

“Oh my God, please, Bob that feels so good.” You cried out, tears slipping down your face.

He made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded almost like a growl as he continued snapping his hips forward.

You felt the coil in your abdomen tighten and threaten to snap. You continued to hold his hand while the other still played with your clit.

If this man really was able to make you cum in under six minutes, you’d have to marry him.

And then he did.

It was like nothing you’d felt before. The exhilaration of pulling six g’s had nothing on the orgasm you were experiencing in this moment.

You cried out as you clenched around him. He fucked you through your high, desperate for his own release. He pulled out when he came but never let go of your hand.

It took a while for the aftershock to leave your body and you were vaguely aware of Bob taking his glasses from you and putting them back on. He tossed the covers of you while he grabbed a spare towel from his dresser. You could feel him cleaning off your chest and legs, careful to not overstimulate you before he cleaned himself off.

You pushed yourself up on your elbows, heart still racing.

“Hey Bob?” He turned back to you. “How do you take your eggs in the morning.”

He chuckled as he walked back to the bed, pushing you aside before climbing in. He pulled you close and you placed your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“Really fucked up.”

———

A few hours later after you had properly fixed yourself, you and Bob were back in the break room, looking for something to eat.

“Hey Phoenix.” He said cheerfully while he grabbed a box of cereal. He poured some in a bowl and ate them dry.

You turned to face your fellow female and gave her a wave. She nodded back and then did a quick double take.

She looked at you, then Bob, then back to you before hunching over and laughing. She was laughing so hard she had to brace herself against the table.

You shot Bob a nervous look before turning back to Phoenix. Maybe you could play dumb. She knew nothing, she had no proof.

“Your name badge says Floyd.”

Shit.

#top gun smut #bob floyd x reader smut #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd smut #bob floyd

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A/N: I know there’s been so much Billy lately. I’m so obsessed with him though, it’s crazy, haha! Have fun!

Words: 1403 Warnings: mentions of racism

The local fun fair was a highlight of Hawkins’ boring small-town life, you had learned this much when Steve had called and asked you to join him, Nancy and the kids for a fun evening out.

You were having the full experience—silly music blaring from speakers high up on the lampposts, candy floss, roasted almonds, rigged games and fun rides… it was a lovely break from all the work you had been doing the past couple of weeks. Building a career in a small town wasn’t all too easy, after all.

Everyone here was lovely all the time. Well, maybe except…

“Having fun, Maxine?” Speak of the devil.

Max froze. As if someone had flipped a switch, her confident and careless demeanour was gone and she transformed into a little girl terrified of her step-brother. You narrowed your eyes at Billy.

He leaned against the lamppost as if he had all the time in the world, muscles bulging. His friends loomed around him like little minions.

“I’m not late…” Max claimed. “You said nine p.m.”

“For once you’re not, shitbird. I’m early. What? Can’t I enjoy myself too?”

Billy’s eyes locked with yours. You’d moved here shortly after Billy and Max themselves had and needless to say, Billy had not been happy to find out you were immune to his charms. Truth be told, you were just really good at hiding it.

You were not dumb—you knew he knew exactly what to tell women to lure them in, how to behave and what to do. You’d watched him once. He had the skill to talk about sex without talking about sex and it had gotten you riled up enough for you to race home, lock yourself in and masturbate for the rest of the afternoon.

Billy Hargrove would remain just that for you—a fantasy, for you were certain that becoming another notch in his belt would only lead to heartbreak and a bad reputation. You didn’t just spread your legs for anyone. The guy had to earn it, properly.

Until then, you would—much to the others’ dismay—remain friends. You’d been in school together, after all, and you made a habit of getting along with people. What had really fused you together though was when you had witnessed Billy getting punched square across the face by his own dad. You’d known that there was more to his arrogant and entitled demeanour than he let on.

Behind you, Lucas shifted on the spot. None of them had forgotten the undoubtedly racist comments Billy had made, not to mention this one time he almost beat him up had Steve not interfered.

“Come on, man, just leave them be. I can take her home too later,” Steve said just at that moment. Billy scoffed.

“You’re not taking her home, that little shit is my responsibility. Don’t be late,” he added, turning to Max who only nodded without another word. You thought the situation was successfully averted but Billy had other plans, for when you started strolling through the stalls, he and his friends followed right after, always a little too close for their liking. Lucas was, understandably, the most nervous. You sighed. You’d put an end to this. Last time, when Steve fended him off, it didn’t end well. Time to take action.

You walked over to him, watching with reluctant attraction how he lit himself a cigarette and eyed you up and down like prey as you approached him at the basketball stall. Before you could even say a word, he spoke up.

“Why are you hanging out with these losers?” Your name left his lips almost seductively.

You tilted your head at him—slowly, to give him a chance to take that back even though you were certain he wouldn’t.

“What are you doing, Billy?”

“What am I doing? I’m having fun. You should try it sometime,” he said, feigning innocence.

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around him to greet him properly. He reciprocated it more heartily than you would have expected and held you close just for a second too long.

“You could give Max a break though, you know. Let her have fun for one evening as well. Why are you following her around now?”

“Because whether she likes it or not, we’re family now and I have to look out for her, alright?”

You sighed. “Did your dad tell you to…?”

Billy glared at you and you shut your mouth. “I told you to stay out of this.”

“Guys? Why don’t you go ahead? I’ll stick with Billy for a while.” You could tell they all disapproved, Steve the most. They clearly weren’t fond of the idea of you being friends with Billy. And sometimes, you weren’t either. He was like a ticking time bomb, always on the verge of lashing out. He was dangerous—and that made him even sexier.

“Are you sure?” Steve asked.

“I won’t kidnap her, King Steve, don’t worry,” Billy mocked. Steve rolled his eyes, gave you one last nod and off they went. You could practically feel Lucas’ relief. You still had a lot of work to do when it came to convincing Billy that disliking someone because of their skin colour was fundamentally wrong but you were making progress—slow progress.

“What do you say, boys? All five wins the big prize,” the stall owner announced with a sly grin, pointing at the massive plush toys hanging from hooks on the wooden ceiling of the stand. Given that the metal circles the basketballs here were supposed to be tossed through were rotating, it seemed highly unlikely anyone had managed to win before. You weren’t surprised. Most of the games here were rigged.

“That’s it?” Billy asked, unimpressed. The stall owner blinked all the while Billy pulled out a crumpled five-dollar bill from his jeans pocket and practically slammed it on the counter before grabbing the first basketball.

“Which one do you want?”

Your eyes widened. “What, me?”

“Yes, you, doll. What use do I have for a giant bear?”

You pressed your lips together to a thin line, suppressing the comment dancing on the tip of your tongue. Billy gave you a taunting look. “Don’t you dare make a stupid remark.”

“Aw, why not, they’re so fun!”

He purred your name darkly and almost… threateningly. Something inside you stirred and clenched. It almost felt like it was travelling right between your legs. Damn him.

“The black one,” you said then, pointing at a dark bear with white eyes. Billy followed your gaze, finished his cigarette and got to work. He scored one basket, two baskets, three baskets… his friends kept cheering him on.

You weren’t surprised—he’d had a basketball scholarship before moving to Hawkins, after all. He was skilled… and he was not too humble to show it.

Four baskets… five. The stall owner started clapping. “You actually did it, young man! The black one, yes?”

You grinned from ear to ear when he handed it to you and Billy nodded triumphantly.

“Let’s go, guys. I need a beer…” Billy’s friends cheered once more and yet, Billy did not move an inch. His blue eyes locked with yours and for just a split second, you felt yourself unable to move as he approached and leaned down to you seductively.

“Do I get something in return for your new friend?” he asked. His hand sneaked around your waist, pulling you close as you finally started walking, a few feet behind his bickering friends. The massive teddy bear almost covered you whole.

You smiled up at him, shaking your head slightly before standing on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Billy. See, you can be sweet after all.”

And if you could be certain he wasn’t just trying to woo you…

Billy snorted, smiling mischievously. “And what do I need to do to earn a proper kiss?”

You glanced up at the Ferris Wheel—he followed your gaze, then looked you in the eyes again, smirking.

“Let’s go then.”

“What about your beer?”

Billy paused for a moment, pretending to ponder with his index finger tapping against his chin. “Hmm… an overpriced beer at the fun fair or a kiss from a beautiful girl… that’s a hard decision to make.”

“You’re so cocksure, aren’t you?”

“But it’s working.”

You sighed. Yeah. Unfortunately, it was.

A/N: Check out my blog for more Imagines and my original novel(s)! ♥

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beanghostprincess · 4 months

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I have this thought for quite some time, coming mostly from my twitter and Reddit interactions.

I kinda love the amount of hate I see towards Buggy. People hate how Oda loves this clown and keeps bringing him up, how he is getting more connections to story, how he gets that high bounty. They hate him because he doesn’t have powers, or isn’t smart.

And the fact that so many of them try to cope by putting Mihawk in place of Buggy is incredible. Mihawk is not some lost friend who is having insanely deep contention to shanks, BUGGY IS.

But I guess he’s not “cool and powerful” enough and they don’t get why shanks could be friends with “someone like that” (actual take I saw a lot).

I can’t wait for buggy to be more important just to see everyone lose their minds. If he gets to laugh tale, the best day of my life. And I’m not even that big on Buggy

These takes make me so angry because they're just??? Not true at all??? Most of these opinions come from the general audience and dudebros who don't take the time to analyze Buggy and just accept his character the way other characters see him. Instead of stopping for a second and thinking about why he does what he does and why Oda likes him so much, they just assume he's the lame clown everyone in the OP world thinks he is. Which is, in my opinion, extremely sad. And you don't even have to analyze shit?? Like, okay, I get it. Chapter 1082 is crucial for his character and perhaps if you don't read that you might think he's useless and Oda uses him too much for what he actually does for the story (bullshit, by the way, I'm just trying to find a reasoning behind their shitty takes). But after reading 1082??????????? Okay???? Whatever. Buggy haters get on my nerves, not because they don't like Buggy, but because they don't understand him.

Saying Buggy isn't smart is uhhh. It's just not true. The fact that he's constantly placed next to the biggest, most feared, and strategic pirates in the world just doesn't help him at all to prove that, tbh. I'd be scared af if I had gone through all the things he has, honestly. Like- People- People just ignore Water 7 and the whole thing with Usopp being a coward but wanting to be more than that because of his dream and that being scared doesn't necessarily mean something bad??? I think people just forget entire arcs and scenes to post these things. Buggy might not be the bravest but he understands the pirate world better than anybody and he's genuinely smart, he's just constantly placed in situations that force his character to be scared af (for obvious reasons) and everyone looks down on him for that. Which makes total sense for his character because his whole thing is feeling inferior and being compared to others when he has many talents himself. He isn't dumb, he just has the worst luck in the whole fucking world. Or the best. It sort of depends.

I think he lost his bravery and sense of adventure when he gave up on his dream, but now that he's being more confident in the fact that he could achieve it, we will see him using his full potential. And I am so, so excited for that. The speech he gives in chapter 1082 changed my life and it's easily my favorite chapter from the whole manga. I really, really hope they do something with that. I want him to have all the wonderful scenes he deserves.

And, okay, about the Mihawk thing: I don't agree with that that much? Like, okay, I can see people often making Mishanks relationship more than what it actually is, but tbf, Mihawk is barely a character here because Oda hasn't given him screentime of his own. He's always there for another character (Shanks, Zoro, Cross guild, etc). What we do know about him is that he went all his way to find Shanks and tell him about Luffy?? Like. Okay, babe, I know what you are. What we do know is that Shanks and him have something going on and I would really like to know WHAT exactly. I'm not even a huge Mishanks shipper but I completely understand why people like it. I prefer other ships like Shuggy and Cross Guild but, well, I don't think they use Mihawk to take over Buggy's place. I think they just want Mihawk to have some story because Oda barely gives him one. But I can see where you're coming from, though. I can see a lot of people using Shuggy's dynamic for them sometimes and it bothers me because these two have their own thing and they could easily just?? Ship both things??

People saying they don't understand why Shanks would be friends with somebody like Buggy is so funny to me, because we barely know anything about Shanks either, lmfao. He's the cool and powerful role model of the main character. He's literally the most cliché thing in the whole wide world, shut up. And I absolutely love him and he has wayyy more personality than these types of characters usually have, but I am tired of seeing takes like this as if Buggy wasn't one of the most interesting characters in this manga. But, also, Shanks would just?? Kick these people's asses for this shit. Saying you don't understand why Shanks would be friends with Buggy is just admitting you think the same way people in-world think about him, which is just admitting you don't understand his character. At least people in-world think that way because they don't know Buggy's story. You know Buggy's story. You should know why Shanks is friends with him and cares so much about him. But also?? Even if Buggy truly was a fucking loser with no talent and no dreams. Saying Shanks needs a reason for being friends with him is so dumb. Have you considered that... Sometimes... Most of the time... People don't have a reason for being friends with somebody and you don't need to find a reason for somebody's love?? Like- Perhaps Shanks just fucking loves Buggy because that's his childhood friend and he doesn't care about his abilities or talents. Perhaps he just loves him for who he is. I don't think it's that hard to understand, honestly.

You're not that big on Buggy, but I am. I really am. He's probably getting a tragic ending with Shanks but I do not care. If he ever gets to Laugh Tale or- Or if he ends up believing in himself finally. If he gets closure with him (which he will get, because Oda loves these two too much to leave them without closure). I will be the happiest person in the whole world. My mind and body say "Luffy king of the pirates!!" but my heart cries of happiness every time I think about Buggy being the king. I love him so fucking much.

#hahahaha i am so normal about buggy i swear i swear #I AM SO NORMAL #i am not #i am sorry for this i think i got too violent and passive aggressive #but i love him so much i can't stand buggy haters they get on my nerves #buggy and usopp haters are like my worst enemies in the whole world and i will forever fight them #one piece #buggy the clown #red haired shanks #shuggy #<- for obvious reasons and not only target audience but tbh yeah target audience

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th3-wh0le-c1rcus · 1 year

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hey it’s me 🥺🥺 please…adam fluff and smut headcannons. im begging pookie 😔😔.

i added a tiny tiny smidge of angst just for fun 🥰 ignore how bad these are bbg

WARNINGS ~ mentions of smoking, fighting, and yelling

TYPE ~ fluff headcanons (dating Adam)

READER ~ not specified

PDA 😗

i don’t even think i need to explain why this is canon

bros hands are all over you 24/7. On your shoulders, hands, waist, thighs

also he likes to take advantage of situations where you’re forced to be really close to he can “accidentally” put his hand on you…

s o m e w h e r e…

yk like trams/trains and shit bc everyone has to stand up and it’s all squashed ew

it doesn’t matter who’s there or where you are but Adam will always find a reason to touch you.

obviously unless you’re uncomfortable with it

then he’ll (at least try to) restrain from being so physically clingy LMAO

CONFESSION 😨

100% gets Lawrence to do it for him little pussy.

Lawrence didn’t know what to say so when he asked Adam all he said was “idk just do it please it’s not that hard”

(if it’s not that hard why you can’t you do it yourself ugh)

but then gave him a whole ass script (which was full of bad grammar so it made no sense)

on the day of the confession he just hid behind a tree or something while Lawrence told you what Adam wanted him to say

and you literally saw Adam hiding from the start so you knew what was happening 💀

obviously everything went well and you said you liked him

so Adam proceeded to literally tell everyone he could contact and brag about you

“yeah i have a S/O and you don’t haha”

“yo did you hear? i’m dating now 💪💪💪”

queue numbers my temporex <33

NICKNAMES 😝

okay tbh Adam’s only nickname for you is literally just ‘babe’

other than that he just calls you by your name

but he does do this thing sometimes where he comes up with the most obscure random dumb nicknames he can think of and calls you them all day as they progressively get weirder and weirder just to mess with you

bro called you his sexy microwave oven once <333

DATES ❤️

Adam the typa whippersnapper to take you rollerskating as your first date

and then take photos of you when you fall and fucking break your leg

definitely gets you mcdonald’s for dinner because wtf else can he afford 😭

sometimes for dates, you two just doing terrible photoshoots in public areas

but like really weird places you wouldn’t normally do photoshoots at

like outside public restrooms LMFAO

also can i just say he has SO MANY FUCKING PHOTOS OF YOU ON HIS WALL

anyone who comes in his room for the first time is probably gonna think he’s some sort of stalker

FIGHTING 🙁

it breaks my heart to write this it really does

despite how well you two get along, you fight frequently

mainly over Adams smoking problem

when y’all fight it’s mainly just Adam yelling random things at you that sometimes don’t even relate to the argument

he’ll call you annoying or crazy for always pestering him about it

never will apologise unless you do it first, he’s too prideful for that

he also fails to “talk things out” after you both calm down because he just cannot talk about his emotions

so he usually goes for a walk (or a smoke)

he’s such an independent alpha guys😍

but you two sleep it off, there’s no way you can break up over a fight, your bond is too strong!

smut headcanons: (real)

lol u thought

#ace writes trash #saw franchise #saw #saw 2005 #saw i #adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight x reader #adam stanheight x reader #saw headcanons #lawrence gordon #THESE ARE SO BAD HELP PLS

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mackeydoodledoo · 1 year

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Burning Sun: Chapter 7

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You've seen her in the school halls, the cafeteria, anywhere really. You, for the longest time, hoped... Wanted to be noticed by Rosalie Hale. However, you give up when you realize it was getting you nowhere... Throughout high school and just some time after the high school years, Rosalie’s true feelings come to fruition.

Chapter Warnings: Light-Angst, Light-NSFW

Chapter Theme: The Ghost of You - My Chemical Romance

Key: Italics = Thought, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Italic = Thought but out loud

A/n: None

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“I’m...” Rosalie begins

As she looks at you, the anxiety builds as you hold her gaze...

“I’m a vampire y/n...” Rosalie finally confesses

You just stand right in front of her, not moving an inch.

“No shit Rosalie,” You say, no tone in your voice

Rosalie looks at you; absolutely dumbfounded. It wasn’t the response she was expecting.

“You never eat when you’re around me nor my friends, when I hugged you back when I was the only person at your sleepover; how I realized you were absolutely freezing to the touch,” You explain, “I saw how your golden eyes illuminated in the shitty school lights, and how pale your skin was compared to some of my pale friends....”

“W-wait Y/n, I don’t get it... You’re saying-”

“I knew the entire time,” You confess

“Why-Why didn’t you say anything then?!” She asks

“I wanted you to be the one to tell me,” You answer, “But, you never did so... I didn’t say anything. Plus, I didn’t say anything out of fear that I would be killed for knowing.”

“Hah, you’re dumb,” Rosalie continues to play the stubborn blonde, “My family wouldn’t kill you. We’d... Simply welcome you into the family... Like they did with Bella...”

“Makes sense since she’s around Edward a lot of the time,” You reply

“You wouldn’t want to be around vampires Y/n, you’d be playing a dangerous game,” Rosalie continues, “I’m already tired of being roped into one thanks to Bella...”

“Can’t help that you’re always coming back around to me,” You sigh under your breath

In the brink of a second, your back hits the bed mattress, wrists pinned to both sides of your head.

“It’s not my fault that I find myself unable to stay away from you, no matter how far you are from Forks,” She growls

“How am I irresistible to you?” You ask, attempting to break free frothier hold, “I was the LEAST popular kid in that entire school.”

“Because you excite me!” She confesses

*Rosalie’s POV* You could hear the blood rushing to her cheeks, turning them a shade of pink.

“H-how do I excite you?” She asks

“You were willing to do things for me despite some situations put you in danger,” You say

It’s your blood... I want to taste it... So damn bad...

But you knew it would drive you absolutely insane if you tried to taste her blood. You were resisting out of fear of killing her.

“Come on, all crazy asses did shit for people they cared about,” She scoffs

“But last night, at the race, you stood up for me,” You bring up, “If you really didn’t care about me you wouldn’t have done anything.”

“That was my chivalric ass,” She continues making up excuses

“Liar,” You say, “I know you feel something for me...”

“Fuck you,” She says

She lifts her head to attach her lips to yours. You sigh as you lean your head down as Y/n puts her head back onto the bed. You take your hands off of Y/n’s wrists to wrap around her head.

“Feisty aren’t you?” You ask, smirking

“Shut up,” She replies, panting for air

+*+

You wished you could have limited stamina again.

Falling asleep in your embrace would be the best feeling in the world...

“You can always pretend to sleep you know,” Y/n wakes

“But, it’s not the same as actually sleeping,” You chuckle

“I know but, the feeling would be there right?” She asks

“I don’t know, been by myself for a long time,” You say

“Hmm...” She hums, “Come on...”

She switches onto her backs she swoops you into her embrace.

“Here,” She says, “How about that?”

Absolute bliss...

You close your eyes as you let your focus go to Y/n’s heartbeat. You sigh as you felt her fingers trail through your hair.

“What do you want to do today?” She asks

“Don’t you have assignments due?” You ask

“I do but I also think we have to get you back to Forks, I’m pretty sure your family is worried about you.” She says

“I can hunt on my own for a few days,” You sigh

“You’re in the concrete jungle.” Y/n tells you, “There’s nothing but humans here.”

You didn’t want to admit but she was right, you were on a college campus with hundreds if not thousands of humans...

“You’re right,” You sigh

You begin getting up to get yourself ready to go, but Y/n drags you right back into her.

“Who said we need to leave now?” She asks, smiling

+*+

*Y/n’s POV* Eventually you felt overheated underneath the blankets and began going through your remaining schoolwork for the week.

“I’ll be done with this in about ten minutes and then we can begin driving back to Forks,” You tell Rosalie

The entire time Rosalie was sitting around your apartment whilst you continued to work through assignments early before the week began.

+*+

Even though you barely did anything throughout the day other than sitting at your laptop all day, you were exhausted.

“If at any point you want me to drive you can,” Rosalie tells you, “I don’t need sleep.”

“We’re about halfway through the drive already and you’re the one being dropped off so, would look absolutely stupid if we arrived to your place and I’m the one in the driver’s seat,” You chuckle

It was mostly an awkward silence after your last statement.

“Rosalie,” You call to her

“Hmm?” She replies, not taking her eyes off of the setting sun underneath the treeline

You turn your head to look at her for a second, but you saw the sparkle against her skin. You turn your head back to focus on the road.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me that you were a vampire?” You ask, “We’ve had many one on ones.”

“It’s complicated,” She says, “There are other vampires that hold a higher status over my family and... They would kill anyone and everyone who knows of our existence...”

“Down with the hierarchy,” You chuckle, trying to joke

“You don’t understand how powerful they are, especially with their guard,” Rosalie’s tone turns serious, “They would absolutely annihilate you and my family.”

“Alright alright, point taken,” You put your hand on her thigh

Rosalie jolts her head to your hand. You knew you felt her eyes stinging through your head.

“S-sorry,” You clear your throat, taking your hand away

“How long have you known?” She asks

*Rosalie’s POV* You were trying to prevent yourself from freaking out... Like you did on Royce and his friends the night you almost died. So, you just simply asked a different question.

“Awhile,” She answers, “Almost four years at least...”

“You... You didn’t tell anyone right?” You ask

“I didn’t. Like I said, I waited for you to tell me so I kept quiet about it,” She reiterates

+*+

*Y/n’s POV* As you put your car in park, you stare at Rosalie as she does the same for you.

“Thanks for... Standing up for me,” Rosalie breaks the silence

“Anything for you,” You answer

Rosalie leans forward, leaning over the console.

“Rose... What are you doing?” You ask, slowly, but unknowingly leaning forward

“One last thing before I leave,” She smiles

Oh... A kiss...

But, you let it come. You don’t stop it, and you don't push her away. You welcome it.... Like an old friend. Rosalie pulls herself away to let you process the gesture.

“Oh Rosalie,” You sigh

You lean back towards her: catching her lips.

“I’m-I’m willing to try,” You say between kisses

“What?” She asks, pulling away to let you breathe

“I’m willing to try us,” You repeat, “But, I need to know if you’re willing to try too.”

*Rosalie’s POV* Almost instantly you nod your head, smiling as you lean forward again, kissing Y/n.

“I’ve missed this so much,” You confess

Y/n chuckles as she gives you a lighter kiss.

“I think your family is waiting for you, your dad especially,” Y/n sighs in disappointment

You look out the front windshield and there they were” Carlisle and Esme, standing in the headlights of Y/n’s car.

“You’re welcome in my place anytime Rose,” Y/n half-smiles

“Thanks Y/n, I’ll see you later,” You pull yourself away unwillingly

*Y/n’s POV* You watch as Rosalie exits your car and up the stairs to her forest mansion.

Maybe... It will be different this time.

Chapter 8

#Rosalie Hale #Rosalie Hale x Reader #rosalie hale imagine #rosalie twilight #twilight saga #female reader

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lilac-hecox · 8 months

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Hi! This is a prompt for Anthony's Day!

Damien/Anthony fluff with a side of Shayian! Shayne and Ian doing trying to hook their BFFs up.

Make it as fluffy as you want!

Anthony/Damien, Shayne/Ian - The Set Up

“So,” Shayne says, folding his hands in front of him as he stares Ian down, “we have a situation.”

Ian sips at his coffee and raises an eyebrow, “A work situation, a boyfriend situation, or a friend situation?” Ian asks calmly as he sets his mug back down on his desk.

“A friend situation, as in my best friend.”

“Okay,” Ian says, “is Damien okay?”

Shayne sighs, “He’s fine, but he’s also not?”

Ian rubs his temple, “Shayne, it’s nine-thirty in the morning.”

Shayne smiles, reaches over and takes his boyfriend’s hands, “I know, I’m sorry. He’ll kill me for saying anything but I’m about ninety percent sure that Damien has a crush on…” Shayne bites his lip, like he’s debating finishing that sentence.

“On?” Ian prompts.

“On your best friend…” Shayne says weakly.

Ian’s eyebrows shoot up, “Damien likes Anthony?” Ian hums, “do you have evidence of this?”

Shayne scoffs, “Of course! He’s been talking about Anthony non-stop and when we filmed a Games episode with him, he kept letting Anthony win. That is not the usual Damien.”

Ian shrugs, “Maybe he just wants Anthony to like him.” Which is stupid, because Anthony already likes him, Ian knows it. He can tell by the dumb, stupid grin Anthony gets on his face when he finds out they are going to shoot an episode for Games or Pit with Damien, or when Anthony keeps writing roles for the sketches that seem to fit perfectly to allow Damien to cameo.

Shayne shakes his head, “This is different. I just know, it’s a best friend thing.”

Ian makes an offended sound, “You’re talking to the king of best friend things.”

Shayne giggles, brings Ian’s hand to his mouth to press a kiss to the back of it.

“Sorry, sorry, you’re right. So, tell me Mr. oh so wise in all things Padilla. Do you think Damien has a snowball’s chance in hell here?”

Ian releases Shayne’s hand and hums again, rubbing his bearded chin.

“Yeah, absolutely he does.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, Anthony’s crushing bad. It’s kinda pathetic.”

“And cute,” Shayne adds with a laugh, “but yeah, also pathetic.”

Then Shayne is staring at Ian intently. Ian, though he’s been dating Shayne for half a year is not a mind reader.

“What?” He asks.

“So, how are we going to get them together?”

Ian blinks in surprise, “How are we going to do what?”

“Ian! We can’t in good conscious sit and let our best friends pine for each other! We have to figure out how to get them together.”

“Telling them would be a good place to start.”

Shayne sighs, “No! No, we need a plan. A good plan. You got a good plan?”

“I don’t have any plans,” Ian says, “I do have work. A lot of it, and so do you.”

Shayne stands from his chair and plants his hands on Ian’s desk, leaning in to stare Ian down.

“I’m going to need you to shift from boss mode to boyfriend mode ASAP.”

Ian rolls his eyes and waves a hand over his own head, “There, boyfriend mode.”

Shayne’s smile softens. “Now, how can we help them?”

Ian thinks for a moment. God, Shayne was lucky he was cute and eager to help others, and excitable. Then it dawns on him like the most cliché trope from every teenaged drama ever.

“Invite them both to hang out at the same place, same time, with us, then whoops we have an emergency and have to go but they should stay because we already ordered food and shit.”

Shayne breaks into a huge grin, “You’re a genius.”

The plan is surprisingly easy to put into action. Ian texts Anthony and invites him to dinner and Shayne does the same for Damien. That’s how all four of them end up seated at a decent Korean place downtown. Ian had put an order in to-go because hell if he was coming here and not taking home good food when he bailed on his fake emergency with Shayne.

Which, at this point, it would be a miracle if Damien and Anthony even noticed the fake emergency because they’ve been so engrossed in talking to each other that it already feels like a two-person date. Still, there is a nervous energy between them, one that even Ian can sense.

Ian glances at Shayne and then Shayne nods, picking up his phone and pretending to read a text.

“Oh, shit, Ian. I just got a text from Josh. He needs me to go back to the office and approve some edits for Reddit Stories. Would you mind driving me back?” Shayne asks, using every acting skill in his arsenal.

Ian nods, “Sure, no problem.” He glances at Damien and Anthony, “Dames, would you be okay giving Anthony a ride home if I’m not back?”

“Oh,” Damien says, he glances at Anthony and blinks, a faint blush rising to his cheeks, “Yeah, not a problem, if Anthony doesn’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” Anthony says with a shrug and a smile, a genuine smile, one that Ian is happy to see instead of worry or annoyance.

He and Shayne collect their things and Ian quietly grabs his to-go box around the corner from the waiter, giving him a hefty tip as they head to the car.

Damien watches Ian and Shayne leave, and he clears his throat and looks at Anthony.

“So, that was weird,” Anthony says, “does Josh do that a lot?”

“No,” Damien says with a smile, “I’m fairly certain Shayne was lying through his teeth.”

Goddamn fucking Shayne and Ian. Damien runs a hand through his hair and attempts to stay calm. Anthony is looking at him in surprise with big and dark eyes, eyes that Damien wants to get lost in.

“Why would Shayne lie?” Anthony’s brows knit together, like now he’s trying to decide if Ian was lying too, which Damien is pretty sure he was, but he’s not about to tell Anthony that.

“I think…we got Parent Trapped,” Damien says.

“What?” Anthony asks with a giggle.

“You know? Like the movie Parent Trap? Shayne and Ian planned to get us here and then ditch us, so we’d be alone.”

“Oh,” Anthony says softly. Damien’s heart starts beating so fast.

“Is that okay with you?” Damien dares to ask, letting his intrusive need to know overpower any common sense within him, “I won’t be offended if you decide to take a ride share home.”

“No!” Anthony says quickly, then softer, “No, I want to stay. I’d like to get the chance to know you better, one-on-one.”

Damien nods and smiles, “I’d like that too.”

He would definitely have to thank Shayne and Ian later.

#antmien #shayian #shayne/ian #smosh fics #smosh fic #my writing #shian #anthony's day #Anthony's Day #anthony's day prompts #anthony day #anthonys day #setting up friends #anthony/damien

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ladymcres · 1 year

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brief disclaimer here, this is about build, so skip it if you find it uncomfortable

i waited a little bit before dumping whatever my brain is coming up with because yesterday was overall a hard day (real life shit happened) and i was not ready to face the eventual hate i could get for, you know, having opinions.

so, let’s start from the fact that i am not a perfect person, i do have flaws and for the same reason i do not expect perfection from anyone, neither from my close circle of friends/family nor from the people i happen to follow online.

that’s why what has been coming out in the last months - and yesterday specifically - is closure enough for me. i can’t even fathom how people can look at this whole situation and pick good and bad guys when it’s kinda obvious that they were in a relationship which turned to be pretty toxic and ended up in fire. what’s also true is that the allegations against build were indeed fake, (both the ones coming from netizens on twitter and the ones coming from poi) therefore he got his life ruined on the base of accusations that were never backed up from any evidence and were actually supported by fabricated pictures and blatant lies (making threads is not my thing, but this story is all over twitter if you’re interested) there’s also the fact that when push came to shove, he decided to take the whole thing on the legal route, while she decided that harassing him, his family (the whole thing against build’s sister was disgusting) and his fans was the right thing to do.

i’m not saying anybody should support him or turn into his fan, because i understand that we are all different and we perceive things differently, but refusing to acknowledge that in the beginning - and i put myself in there too - we were all blinded by prejudice and that the situation is now much clearer is hypocritical. I also believe that what happened to him is unfair and he deserves some sort of reparation for having his life ruined considering that things are clearly not going back to what they were before.

You do not need to be a build’s fan to see that poi lied from the beginning to the end and that as imperfect as build is, he was the one to be slandered and potentially abused. I mean, voice on the street (not confirmed from any parties, but you know, info like to leak) is that she will have to pay him a whole lot of money for this mess, which to me does not sound at all like settling, but rather admitting to a fault and deciding to pay up instead of facing more gruesome consequences.

I would also like to point out how the whole kp and bl fandoms are very much filled with double standards considering what’s been happening in the last week (and i’m not referring only to the whole gmmtv situation), but on the other hand i have hope that maybe people are starting to realize how dumb cancel culture (or fandom life the way it’s turning to be) is.

I hope Build can somehow get what he lost back and i hope he’s taking care of his mental health and, more than everything, i wish he’ll learn something from this experience. Just to be clear: this is a build-friendly blog. I won’t pretend i know him as a person, but i know him as an actor and artist and you know, 10 minutes of his acting left me gaping for a year now, so I will support any kind of project he may have in the future (i know chances of 4M happening are low but a girl can dream).

To conclude, please, do not send hate to people if you don’t like them, do not spread lies for clout, but practice kindness. There’s nothing to lose in that.

#build jakapan

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davinaswp · 2 years

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I really don’t understand this divide between greens vs blacks in the fandom.

*** this post got way longer than I wanted it to be so be warned aha

*** also this is about the show I could give a fawk about the books ngl

like i get choosing a side in a playful way but you’d think it was real life politics atp with how far it’s been taken like shit is it really that serious? enough for u to be attacking real people over? 😭😭😭😭 and then to pull 2022 morals into it as if one side isn’t romanticising incest and age gaps and wife killing and the other side isn’t sexist and borders on religious fanaticism. Do either have a leg to stand on in regards to morals? Be real.

On top of that, I feel like it’s much easier to root for individuals in this show rather than entire teams because each character has their own motivations, at least that’s how I’m finding it. I don’t think I could say I’m wholly on team green or team black because I love Rhaenyra and want her to get her throne but I also love love love Alicent and will be rooting for her regardless of morals or politics. I want to see her character absolutely pushed to the edge and going nuts. Can’t stand Viserys, want to punch Otto, i flip flop between liking and hating daemon but absolutely LOVE the velaryons esp Laena (also if Rhaenys was queen this shit really wouldn’t be happening I’m so serious) but yeah, idk it’s much easier to root for individual characters I think.

Another reason why this greens vs blacks thing is dumb is that both sides are kinda moving with the same motivation, it just so happens that their motivations make them enemies. Both sides see themselves as the protagonists of their own story, they’re very similar in that they’re just trying to promote their own self preservation because they genuinely see the other as a threat. It’s not a victim vs perpetrator situation, they both see themselves as the victim and in “retaliation” are becoming the perpetrator.

I think that’s very obvious in the figureheads for both sides which are Rhaenyra and Alicent. The parallels between them bc how they’re supposed to be opposites that are being put down by the same sexist system have been evident from the first episode.

On one hand, you have Rhaenyra who has been exposed to the sexism of the court through unit only herself and being dismissed as a claimant to the throne despite being Viserys’ first born but also through her mother. She saw how much pain her mother suffered for a potential male heir and saw how much no one cared about Aemma’s life so long as she had a boy. By seeing someone she loved go through that, she could recognise it as wrong and that’s one of the biggest differences between her and Alicent in that she doesn’t recognise it at all.

Alicent doesn’t see what could be or what should be, she sees the world as it is and accepts it. She recognises the rules and laws laid down on them by society and the gods and doesn’t question it, there’s no point, it’s just how it is. That’s why she’s always done as she’s been told, she’s always out duty first because she genuinely believes that to live a good life, you just have to abide by the rules and honestly, she doesn’t have the privilege to think otherwise. Rhaenyra does.

Rhaenyra is undoubtedly privileged, she’s the princess, of course she’s privileged. She might still be a victim of the patriarchy but her station still elevates her above other girls and even above other men. She knows that too which is why she’s constantly pushing the boundaries and she’s not afraid to stand up for what she thinks shoukd be hers by right. She can afford to be reckless and brave and someone who steps outside the box because there are less consequences for her if she does. Who’s going to scold the kings daughter? That privilege is magnified by the fact that her feminism has a powerful male mouthpiece in the form of Viserys, the king. That’s another thing, Rhaenyra has a father who will let her get out of his control and keep her safe while Otto would never allow Alicent to get out of his control but wold put her in danger. Viserys sees Rhaenyra as his daughter while Alicent is only viewed as a tool which is another privilege.

That difference in privilege is shown in their first scene together where Rhaenyra could fly off on her dragon and away from the worries of the world while alicent knew she didnt have that privilege and not only had to but chose to stay on the ground because shes very acutely aware of her station and accepts it because she believes she should. rhaenyra could live in the sky, in her dreams and in her ideals, alicent cant because she’s very aware of consequences and that the world has an “order” per say and she thinks by following that, thats how she’ll excel.

Alicent does that. She follows her fathers orders because as the dominant male figure in her life, he controls her future. That leads to her getting married to Viserys which was the worst thing to happen to her because now shes more lonely than ever, it put her on a station she wasnt ready for and isolated her from her closest friend and also viserys is just hideous ik she resists the urge to puke every time they segz. She chose Viserys over Rhaenyra (someone she genuinely cares about and feels comfortable with), duty over love and sure it made her queen but it also robbed her of any happiness. She’s followed the rules and she’s miserable and that conflicts her worldview massively.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, you have Rhaenyra who is constantly going against the rules and she’s somehow happier. She has people who love her and side with despite it. And that’s great! Good for her! Alicent is even one of the people who will side with her,,, but then it ends up negatively affecting her.

Yes, I’m talking about The Lie.

I know its easy to dismiss that as alicent holding a grudge over a lie or being judgy and jealous bc rhaenyra got to fuck whoever while Alicent was stuck with crusty old Viserys but I think it’s so much more than any of that.

That lie cost alicent a lot. It got her dad fired, leaving her alone at court when she was already feeling vulnerable and not only that but it showed alicent that she didnt have rhaenyra either bc the one person she thought would never hurt her, didnt care that she got caught in the crossfire. Rhaenyra showed alicent that she could be deceitful even towards her and there was a level of mistrust between them now even without the men coming between them. Alicent got left alone at court because Rhaenyra was excused for her recklessness and even Rhaenyra didn’t seem to care.

On the flip side youve got Rhaenyra who could never have told Alicent the truth, she was the daughter of the hand and the wife to the king and she’d went behind rhaenyras back before to perform her duty and she could do that again. For the record, I dont think alicent wouldve ratted her out, she would most likely have encouraged her to confess or thrown criston in it. but rhaenyra didnt know that for certain and she couldnt take that risk, she had to lie for the sake of protecting herself even to Alicent.

A similar incident happens again during the whole Aemond eye debacle.

Now i know Aemond is a shit, i dont like him either (yet) but … he lost an eye. Alicent and Viserys’s son was sat there bleeding because one of Rhaenyras kids slashed his eye out. And listen, i didnt expect for Viserys to take Jaces eye or anything but to stand there and question Aemond, YOUR SON BTW, over an insult which he’d already paid the consequence for because Rhaenyra asked you to? For Rhaenyra to order that Alicents already mutilated son be tortured so her lie could be protected? I can see why Alicents so fucking pissed. Thats not me saying she was right to call for Jaces eye or to attack Rhaenyra but to make her out to be purely evil and without reason is insane to me. Her son was permanently damaged and all everyone seemed to be focused on was protecting Rhaenyra and gaslighting Alicent, including her sons own father. Rhaenyra’s lies were being put above Alicent yet again. For her to break in that moment and do something that isnt in the rulebook made sense, shes followed the rules and still she has no one fighting in her corner. Alicent gave up her life, her autonomy and her happiness to have Viserys’ children and he didn’t even care.

I do think Alicent’s anger is misplaced. I think her worldview is kinda breaking down and she can’t handle that. She’s frustrated at the systems in place but is taking it out on Rhaenyra and blaming her for not following rules rather than criticising the rules. She’s been conditioned to see the systems as faultless because they were put in place by the gods so it must be people causing disruptions and that’s why she fixated on Rhaenyra.

Their differences when they were younger and less involved in the mens world is what made them such good friends. Alicent was a comfort that could bring Rhaenyra down to earth and make sure she didn’t get lost in her dreams. Rhaenyra was brave and bold and is always looking to pull people up with her away from the constraints of the world and Alicent was one of those people. They worked but then the external factors got introduced and their differences became weapons.

It’s sad because both of them are being kept down by men and dealing with it in the only way they know how. Rhaenyra through cheating the system and Alicent by playing along. They’re both trying to win a game that sets them up to lose and leads to them having to fight each other.

That’s why I don’t think either side was trying to start a fight (apart from Otto really, he was itching for one).

The second aegon was born, there was always going to be an issue of inheritance. Hell, I’m willing to say that the second Viserys pushed Aemma for a boy and therefore pushed her to her death instead of crowning Rhaenyra or Daemon, there was an issue to be had because he would have had to remarry anyway. And if from that marriage there came a boy, then that boy would have always been put against Rhaenyra. Whether that be through another council decision or an all out bloodbath. I mean can you imagine Corlys letting Laenas potential son by Viserys be snubbed in favour of Rhaenyra? After his own wife was denied the crown based on her sex? No! He would make sure Viserys stuck to the very law which got him his crown in the first place.

Even if Alicent and Criston and Otto didn’t bring up an issue with the inheritance themselves, someone else would have. The second Rhaenyra pissed someone off, her claim would be challenged and Aegon’s would be pushed because that court is ready to stop a woman from ruling. It’s the same court that chose Viserys over Rhaenys despite Rhaenys having more leadership qualities. It’s not like that decision was made 100 years ago by different people, literally the same sexist fucks that robbed Rhaenys are a part of Rhaenyras court. That precedent of male over female was set not long ago. The only reason Rhaenyra has any claim at all is because of that precedent.

So a war was always coming from the minute Aemma died and Viserys chose to remarry. On the greens part, the question was whether they be prepared and choose themselves & the lords or side with rhaenyra and there simply wasnt enough of a good relationship there for them to pick her when the better option was to pick themselves. On the blacks part, they were handed a difficult card and did their best to protect themselves. Rhaenyra was Viserys’ only heir for a long time (except for daemon) so the decision to name her heir was made when it seemed all hope was lost for a male heir. Rhaenyra then got married to a gay man who struggled to produce her heirs which she needed to secure her claim so she had to find a way. it wasn’t out of selfishness or indulgence but necessity.

“alicent couldve married helaena to jace and united their sides” mmmm no she couldnt. theyre very obviously bastards, the second rhaenyra pisses someone off, her kids legitimacy would be brought to question. that then backfires on alicent who now has herself and her kid implicated in this mess & why would she be willing to go down with someone who has been previously deceitful towards her anyway? Alicent stuck to her worldview which was that truth should prevail above else and she wouldnt help perpetuate a lie. Besides, if they wanted to unite claims then Aegon and Rhaenyra would’ve been married as icky as that is. But there’s too much damage for a union now.

anyway that’s all i have to say, stop attacking people over fictional characters, bye

#this entire post is me being obsessed with rhaenicent and their poeticism #viserys is the root of alicents evil #i hate him actually #rhaenicent #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #house of the dragon #greens vs blacks

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Never Let Me Go Ep 5

Chanon is the worst dad. And he’s not a very good bodyguard either, so he’s sort of failing on all counts except driving, I guess. Maybe he should stick to that and be quiet about everything else. I would like to say that I can’t believe that his son is standing in front of him beat all to hell and all he can do is yell at him about not protecting Nueng, but unfortunately I can believe it. He’s awful.

Also, Nueng is almost a grown ass man on the verge of taking over his father’s company - he is surely old enough to handle his own drinking, especially if he’s allergic. He made the dumb decision, not Palm. And good on Palm for biting back. I don’t actually think he resents Nueng for all of this - I think he heavily resent the situation and maybe is coming to resent his dad for putting him in it - but it could very easily go that way.

I am so happy that Nueng heard all that, though, because my favorite thing about these types of narratives is the angst inherent to wondering if the dude who has sworn to protect you (and in this case, very specifically protect your heart) is actually feeling something real of if he’s just taking one for the team. Look, we the audience know that Palm is already pretty far gone, but Nueng doesn’t. He can’t be in Palm’s head, and as much as he says that Palm’s easy for him to read, the truth is that when it comes to the way Palm feels about him Nueng can’t read for shit. He can tell when Palm is being off but not the reason why, and because he also has feelings for Palm he can’t trust that if he does read interest from him that it isn’t his own desires being reflected back, whether it’s because he’s imagining it or Palm is just...doing the job. Giving the young master what he wants. It’s delicious and I love it and i hope it gets played with.

Palm seeing what a concerned, loving parent looks like hurt my heart, though. And I’m happy we didn’t get a scene of Tanya ripping him a new one for not helping her son enough.

Okay, I know what this says about me, but I find Nueng’s attempts at apologizing without actually apologizing hilarious, as well as his pissy reaction to Palm putting more distance between them. I said it before and I’ll say it again, he’s such a spoiled brat. Leaving the pair of shoes with the cook to give to Palm is just...my dude. I am entirely sure that he did that because he figured that Palm wouldn’t be able to give them back if he had someone else pass them on. Thank goodness Palm disabused him of that notion right quick.

I’m quite happy that Palm didn’t just give in, and I’m glad that Nueng has to feel the effects of his stupid, angry, jealous rant. Not just in the way that Palm won’t forgive him, but the deliberate distance he keeps between them afterwards, even as Nueng keeps trying to prod him back towards what they were like before.

Ha, Ben with his “maybe the horse wants a partner”. Smooth.

Literally everyone in his life thinks that Nueng is a burden that Palm has to deal with as a job, including Nueng. But I think Palm would be fine with it if not for the fact that so much of his job now consists of watching him with Ben, ha. Hurt as he was by everything Nueng said, I still think this.

I love Maggie. I think it, she says it. Preach, girl. And she’s not wrong about Palm needing to love himself more. But what’s with the Silent Night sounding refrain? Every time that one plays I’m just very wtf.

Okay, so this scene. The outing and Ben’s awful father. See, I think you can see that Nueng just has no clue what it is like to be truly powerless - he is in some ways, but in a lot of ways that matter he has more power than his peers. More power than Palm who has to swallow down all his bitterness when his father basically tells him that his life is not his own, and that he better be prepared to spend it following Nueng around. Ben who can’t even be himself lest his father lose his cool.

I get the desire to be mad at Ben for his betrayal, I really do. He’s the one who pursued Nueng, he’s the one who wanted the kiss and who keeps hinting not-so-subtly that he wants more than that, and yet the second there’s a little heat under his feet he’s pointing fingers at Nueng and playing the innocent.

Except Chimon is actually pretty good at his job, and I could read every single thing going on in Ben’s head, and i just...it’s all well and good to think or say that we’d be different, and I know that our sympathy is supposed to lie with Nueng here. Mine does, but it is also with Ben. He’s visibly miserable the whole time, he tries to squirm out of it by not answering, and when his dad won’t let him, he shoots a look full of apology and pleading at Nueng, and his entire face screws up against what he’s saying even as he tells his dad what he wants to hear. Cowardly? Sure. But he’s gotta go home with that man, and I don’t get the sense that he’s one of the loving kind of parents in this drama. I have a feeling that that’s not done, and that things are going to come to a head there. Look, I just feel for him, okay?

*sigh* It’s gonna turn out to be Chopper who outed them, isn’t it? Of course it is. Why am I even doubting it? He was too calm. Full disclosure this really freaking annoys me and I’m probably still gonna want good things for him. It’s the Perth Effect.

I do like that both Palm and Chopper went for the person who most mattered to them in the situation, though.

Pfft at Palm just ripping off the cast. Pretty sure that’s not how they work.

Okay, I love the rooftop kiss for many reasons. The first is that it’s just a good kiss. Palm saw his chance and did not hesitate. And he really went for it, too. I also really really liked that they shot it from the same or close enough to the same angles as the Ben kiss so that you can really see the difference, especially if you watched the eps back to back like I just did. Nueng is still a little stiff, but he’s fully participating in this kiss, tilting up and leaning in for it whereas with Ben he was more being kissed than kissing. Plus he full on licks his lips before the kiss happens, don’t think I didn’t clock that because I did, I see everything. Then there’s the way he looks after - halfway to wrecked, just from one kiss. I even love that the only thing that really touches is their mouths - both of them are holding back here.

And I think it has a lot to do with the pretext of the kiss. The agreement is that Palm is going to kiss Nueng to wipe out the memory of Ben’s lips on his, so that means that he’s allowed to go so far and no further. He can kiss Nueng like he wants to devour him, but holding him is still forbidden because Nueng is only doing this to rid himself of a bad memory. And Nueng can give into it, can respond like all he wants is to be devoured, but he can’t reach for Palm either, because Palm is only kissing him to help him out. And this is the main reason why I love it. Please bring on the “he said he’d be anything, and the anything I needed was a kiss/to be comforted, it’s not real” angst. Please bring on the “he’s only turning to me because he can’t have who he wants” angst. I am an utter sucker for that stuff and I will eat it up and ask for more. This is the kind of relationship drama I can get behind.

Music choice was really good in this scene too.

I always love supportive moms, and Tanya rocked it. Only I don’t really believe her when she says that Nueng’s happiness comes before the business, sorry. Although I do love her “I will find those bullies and get them for you” mindset. Good for Nueng for deciding to handle it though. Shame that he won’t get to.

I don’t think Tanya’s dead but she was shot in a gnarly place, looks like. That said, I don’t really trust Chanon either so you know, he might just let her bleed a while. Also it’s super sus that he was only shot in the shoulder even though the bike dudes had a lot of time to try for a different spot (like the head).

Also they’re frolicking on a beach next ep and Nueng is asking the important questions, like why Palm kissed him (yesss please be vague in your answer Palm or even say something like “you needed me” please please I know it’s only been half a month but I’ve been really good this year I deserve this), and I can’t see him doing that if he thought his mom might be dead.

I guess we’ll see. And hey, maybe we’ll find out Chopper was also the one who shot them. Why not (yes, I’m already bitter. Leave me alone).

#never let me go #episode 5 #kinda forming the chopper defense squad already #sorry but not really #thai bl

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the-tangle-web · 1 year

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Loathing

“You know I know, right?”

“I- I don’t even know you-“

“Don’t play dumb, Anthony, we know it’s you,”

“I-how- I uh-“

“We’re not stupid,”

—

“Don’t be such a killjoy, live a little!”

“I said no,”

“Why not?”

“M’not in the mood,”

“You’re a fucking bore, you know that?”

“Fuck off,”

—

“You sure you have to go out again? Can’t we just, I don’t know, get some of those blood packages?”

“From where? Sam, get the fuck over it! I gotta eat or I’m eating you, and not by choice!”

“Hey… I just-“

“You did this to me! You know that! I’m tired of doing this every night, you know I have to!”

“But do you want to?”

“No! No I don’t but that’s how it is! What else am I going to do?”

“I’m telling you, Gareth! I can find ways, I-I can fake an ID I can rob a damn hospital I’ll do it!”

“I don’t want you to!”

“Why?! I’m here just let me help!”

“We lost mom and dad, we lost our sister, I’m not losing you to jail, Sam! Their death couldn’t be avoided but yours can!”

—

Tara scoffed, taking another breath from her cigarette, smoke leaking from the sides of her mouth and rising into the air,

“I’ve seen you around, ever since you came here… we knew you weren’t normal,” she said, holding the cigarette between her middle and pointer, resting her elbow on her elevated knee, her other leg hanging down on the edge of the building they sat on.

Anthony had his mask off, hood up. He sad next to the symbiote host and stared down at the streets below. He let out a low hum, “I knew I wasn’t hiding it well, I didn’t try to. More to spite him more than anything,”

“I get that. I’d do the same,” Tara said, “but with Karma, well,” she shrugged, “it’s a bit different,”

“I’d figure,”

—

One less student went to their high school, at least. But they weren’t anyone Gabe liked anyways. That didn’t keep him from feeling guilty. Carnage begged to differ.

“It was deserved, he never left us alone about this and we barley know him!” The symbiote snarled, “he wants us to go to his parties that are shit anyways even though we already said no!”

Gabe pursed his lips, brows furrowing as his face scrunched angrily, his hands curled into fists in his pockets, “I know-“

“Then why feel like this?! We should be happy he’s gone!”

Gabe slammed the door closed in the bathroom and flicked on the lights, staring at the mirror and at the red and black symbiote’s face, slamming his hands against the counter at the sink, “It’s not about that! It’s the fact that you ate a fucking person on the streets without letting me know what the fuck you were going to do!”

—

Gareth never thought that standing over a body drained of its blood would get any easier, but now, he barley even feels it. It’s just another day, another lost soul. All because he had to eat.

He could go weeks without it, but once its time, it’s time. He doesn’t go for the parents, the children, he tries to desperately not to and avoid them. Instead, he prefers going for those spoiled rich CEOs.

However, murder is murder. It didn’t feel good afterward. No matter how much that bitch deserved it.

—

“It gets better,” Tara said, “it was an adjustment… us getting used to each other but, we made it work,”

Anthony hummed, looking at the other, then back down at his lap, “I’d imagine- I just- well,” he shrugged, “I’m not entirely like you two, I can reason with my powers, they just… are,”

The red haired girl put out her cigarette with symbiotic claws, tossing it to the side as her hand transformed back to human. She straightened her posture, stretching her arms over her head before setting them behind herself, bracing her body onto her arms as she let both her legs dangle over the ledge,

“You’ll figure it out. After all, they’re still your powers. In control or not, they belong to you… I guess you just have to make the best of a situation sometimes,” she scoffed, staring down at her own lap, “damn, I suck at comfort-“

“No,” the other teen said, taking in a breath. Tara looked over at him, titling her head,

He clasped his hands together in his lap, gripping at them tightly,

“No it-… it helps… it does,”

—

“You can’t just do whatever the fuck you want like that!”

“He was hurting you! Hurting us!”

Gabe exhaled sharply, whipping his head to the side before facing the mirror again, staring at the stubborn symbiote in their pale eyes,

“The least you could have done was tell me!”

“You would have said no! I did what I had to!”

Gabe pointed an accusing finger at the mirror, “Don’t fucking baby me! You share this body!”

“We share a body but you let it get stepped on all over!”

Gabe knocked over a glass cup off of the counter and it smashed on the ground with a loud crash, “Don’t lecture me about keeping myself alive!”

“And don’t lecture me about saving our dignity!”

“THIS ISN’T OUR BATTLE, THIS ISN’T YOUR BODY!” He screamed, “ITS MINE! MINE! NOT YOURS! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” The teen mindlessly gripped the side of the mirror and ripped it off of the wall, throwing it to the side into the empty bathtub where it shattered with a crash into massive shards.

He was breathing heavily. The symbiote kept quiet, as silent as he could. Gabe knew he was there, but somehow, he felt even more alone. Gabe pressed himself against the wall, not even realizing he was backing up to it and slid to the ground. He didn’t realize he was crying either.

—

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, right? Right. Gareth felt full and then some. At least he ate sooner than later. He might last longer. Who fucking knows anymore. Not like Sam asked what the hell this serum did or the effects of it before letting that scientist bitch give it to him.

He sighed. Pulling his knees to his chest as he sat on his bed in clean clothes after washing up. It wasn’t Sam’s fault but… no, he couldn’t have known, they didn’t tell him everything.

He would have died without it.

But was it worth it? Would Sam have given him the serum if he knew what it would do to him?

Would Gareth have wanted to die there and then if he knew this was what he would be?

He didn’t know. He couldn’t decide what was worse.

He decided he didn’t want to figure it out now. He was tired.

So he lied down in his bed, pulled the covers over himself.

And he stayed awake, staring at the ceiling. His mind begged to differ.

#the tangle web #anthony rossi #spider oc #67889 carnage #gabriel todd #tw swearing #gareth fletcher #writing #tw mentions of violence #tw death #tw self loathing #tw arguing #ocs #ooc: the promised angst #ooc: they’ve had it good for to long #tw cigarettes

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presidentbungus · 2 years

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Whatever part of the AU you’re thinking abt as of seeing this ask is the part I wanna hear abt :)

OHHHH OHHHHHH uhhhhhhh

demo has a Small Charmingly Scrappy Rebel-Esque spaceship that he hijacked from his home planet (which he was space royalty on btw) and added on to over time with spare parts and extra rooms. it has some Infamous Menacing Pirate name I’ll have to make up later. basically he’s a space pirate as I have mentioned because the worms in my brain are biting hard. he’s more of a robin hood chaotic good type but’ll still fuck some shit up if people are dumb enough to get on his bad side

his weapon of choice is either a heavy-duty handheld artillery cannon (thsi universe’s equivalent of a nade/sticky launcher, made by him and Dell before they fell out) or a sword and of course he has a few different swords. off the top of my head the persian persuader equivalent (because I love the persian persuader😰😰😰) has the same general shape but there’s a switch or something he can flick to make the whole sword catch on fire, which he can also use with some particular chemical or something I will make up a name for later which is highly combustible and explodes with heat. he gives this one to Pyro in some little emotional moment Pyro loves it it’s cute

eyelander or is the obligatory lightsaber stand-in though it’s “haunted” with a little artificial intelligence that was probably not made to be put in a sword. you know why that part’s there. despite being a computer said AI doesn’t remember a lot about itself or what it’s seen indicating that it might not have been in this state forever and it could potentially be in a situation similar to Dell’s, though Demo makes sure to take it out plenty to see the sights and chop some necks so it works out in the end. I don’t know about the other swords but I will sure think about it

I’m still not sure what to do with Pyro. I saw your suggestion about making them be the only human or whatever and as hilarious as that is it’d also mean I had to come up with some kind of alien for everybody else😰 I’m leaning towards either going Filamental and they’re just a fucked up robot which I think would be hilarious OR they look completely normal to canon and are eventually revealed to actually just be a bunch of muck in a suit. literally just a green, moldeable to the degree they’re almost liquid little ball of stinking goo crammed into the suit. I don’t even know if this’ll serve relevance to the narrative or how anyone would find this out but It’d be really funny

also to be clear the space setting has like a 60’s sci-fi kind of aesthetic, with all the stupid rings and warped furniture and stuff. this will be entirely depicted through writing as I can’t draw so I can’t see this being relevant but I thought I’d make it clear

and lastly pauling’s probably human and admin’s some fucked up beholder-type thing with a billion eyes though I think it’d be really funny if she still has like a little tiny comically well-styled sprig of black-gray hair on the top of her fucked up head

anyway thank you for the ask ikea thank you for indulging me. as always ily

ALSO DEMO HAS A BUNCH OF SPACE ANIMAL PETS THAT HE JUST LETS ROAM AROUND HIS SHIP AND GREVIOUSLY INJURE VISITORS IT'S TERRIBLE (sniper is one of these pets)

#tf2 space au #bungus headcanons #thanks for the ask!#tf2 demoman #tf2 pyro #could tag pauling and admin but nahhhh #welcome to ikea #tf2

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astrangelady · 1 year

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“Who are you texting?” Laura asks, eating the last bit of her sandwich. “Cora is waiting on us, little shit.”

“It’s no one.”

“Bullshit. Is it a girl?” She teases.

“No.”

“Is it a boy?”

Derek stays silent.

“It is a boy! Who is it? Tell me!” Laura demands. She goes as far as to try to take his phone, but Derek is the athlete of the family. He’s got quick reflexes and keeps it out of her reach.

“Yes. It’s a boy. Happy, Nancy Drew?”

“Not until you tell me who it is!” Laura all but shrieks. She’s so excited, Derek can’t help but laugh.

Before he can say anything, Cora is popping her head around the corner, she must’ve gotten tired of waiting for them. “It’s Stiles Stilinski, the Sheriff’s son,” She says with a shit-eating grin. “He’s really cute too. Derek loves him!”

“Cora,” Derek warns as if he has any power over her.

“Derek wants to kiss him and take him on dates and hold his hand,” Cora taunts.

“Oh I’m sure Derek wants to do more than that,” Laura adds on, her tone suggestive and Cora screams in amusement.

He forgot how loud sisters could be when they teamed up.

They spend the rest of the day together and have dinner with Greta. It’s all nice and normal, it’s almost like their house is a real home.

Laura volunteers to drive Cora to her friend’s Halloween party and chaperone her for the night, which Cora absolutely loves. It gives Greta the evening off, which she also loves.

Derek meanwhile, decides to check out Lydia’s party.

The party is going strong when Derek gets there at 10. He didn’t prepare any costume this year, so he’s just wearing jeans and a henley. Everyone else is in costume though.

The basketball team finds him first. They’re all psyched Derek showed because they all figured Derek was going to do his own thing this year. They start recalling the insane story of last year, when Derek got so drunk he lost his shoes, shirt and went missing.

Derek excuses himself for that. He doesn’t need to relive that particular night. He’s on a mission.

He looks everywhere. Each room, every corner. Outside, upstairs, by the pool. Everywhere. He’s constantly shaking off his classmates too. They all want his attention. They want to take a shot with him, or get him in their group picture, or to play their dumb drinking game. Derek does ask them if they’ve seen Stiles. They all say no.

Maybe he’s not here yet. Or maybe he came and already left.

He’s already been here over an hour and there’s no sign of him. He even texts Stiles, asking where he is, but he gets no response.

Derek should just give up. He should go home. He’s on his way out when he bumps into Jackson and Lydia.

They’re dressed up as Fred and Daphne. It’s very fitting.

Jackson tenses and turns away from him immediately, telling Lydia he’s gonna get them drinks. Derek doesn’t hold it against him. It’s never not going to be weird between them.

“Hey. Sorry about him,” Lydia says, sighing sadly. Derek wonders if she’s thinking about middle school when the three of them would hang out because Jackson had a huge crush on Lydia but was too nervous to be alone with her so he’d drag Derek along.

“It is what it is,” Derek says defeatedly. No one is at fault. It’s just a shitty situation. “Did Stiles leave?”

Lydia cocks a brow. “Stiles? He never even came.”

“But he said he was coming.”

“I invited him, but he never came. Or if he did, he didn’t bother to say hi,” Lydia says, annoyed and put off. “That would be just like him. I swear, he acts like we’re not even friends half the time,” She tosses her hair over her shoulder.

“He’s an odd one, that’s for sure,” Derek says sighing.

“Don’t let him break your heart. Or break his heart, got it?”

“Got it,” He agrees, putting his hands up in surrender.

She goes off in search of Jackson, leaving Derek standing there. He checks his phone. No texts. He texts Stiles again.

No response.

What a waste of a night. What a waste of a Halloween. Derek’s right back where he was Freshman year, sulking at a party because the person he likes decided not to show up.

They do say history repeats itself.

He’s sitting on Lydia’s front porch, debating whether to go home or if he should try to have some fun when his phone buzzes.

It’s Stiles. He’s calling again.

Derek picks up fast again. “Hey, where are you? Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” Stiles sobs on the other end. He’s crying. Fuck. Why is Stiles crying?

“It’s okay, I’m here. I’m here, just tell me where you are. I’ll come find you,” Derek says. He’s up and running towards his car, hurrying to get there.

“My keys. I can’t find my keys,” Stiles cries and he’s breathing heavily and shaky.

“Stiles, it’s alright. I’ll help. Are you at home?”

“No. A party.”

Derek stops. Maybe somehow he missed Stiles completely and he’s freaking out somewhere inside Lydia’s house. “Lydia’s party?”

“No, no… I don’t know who. I came with Elliot and my keys…”

Fuck. That fucking bastard. That fucking predatory asshole.

“Stiles, just drop me a pin with your location. I’ll be there as fast as possible, okay? Just breathe.”

He hears Stiles suck in a breath and then blow one out. He listens as Stiles does it again. “Okay. I’m sending my location,” He says, his voice a little calmer now.

Derek’s phone pings with an alert. It’s Stiles’ location. It’s thankfully not that far. “Stiles, I’ll be there in 15 minutes okay?”

He hears Stiles breathing and then he hears Stiles’ name being called in the background. There’s some muffled conversation and then the call drops. God damn it.

He tries calling as he drives, but it goes directly to Stiles’ voicemail. Stiles’ phone must’ve died. Great. Just great.

#sterek #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek au #allison argent #ao3 #lydia martin #scott mccall #sterek fics #teen wolf au #beta reader #update

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