#all i am is tired and angry at the world. and i’m in bed and i’m hungry and i don’t know what for and i want a fucking drink.

[kalach-cha]

i feel so terribly sick in the head i don’t know what to do

#having a truly terrible night. i don’t even know what i look like or if i’ve ever been mentally and physically healthy #i feel so so wrong and i should never be allowed to drink again. when did i get so self-destructive and raw #i moved from a place that i hated (it was my home) to somewhere beautiful but so so wrong. i hate these streets and i hate this view and i #just want to feel like i’m home. i never had a home though did i? i grew up hating where i lived and always wanting something more #i’m moving again in less than two weeks. another country. another place that will never feel like it’s mine #i drink and i sleep but i don’t eat or see the sun. it’s like i’m barely alive these days. video games are kinda the only think keeping me #sane rn. and even that’s coming to an end. my mother thinks i hate her and my stepfather is fine with ignoring me. i haven’t seen anyone #like me or even just my age in nearly two months. i hardly speak to anyone. i have no money and i can’t work. what am i supposed to do?? #all i am is tired and angry at the world. and i’m in bed and i’m hungry and i don’t know what for and i want a fucking drink. #fucking hell it’s too late for me to be like this. i just want my best friend back. #michi.txt #vent in tags

[luvyeni]

❛A BOY AND HIS DOLLS❜ ( s. jaeyun )

p. yandere!jake x fem!reader w. 1.7+

warnings? dark fic, yandere themes, kidnapping, dollification, blood, unprotected sex

— 𖦹 ( jake owns a lot of dolls, but you’re the prettiest of them all and he can’t let you go ) !

freaktober masterlist

jake opened the door to his house , it was quiet – he took his shoes off , making his way to his favorite room , his doll room. “hi my pretty dolls.” he opened the door , walking into the room full of glass porcelain dolls. “did you all have a good day?”

he turned to the bed were all his prettiest dolls sat in perfect place. “how about you girls , did you have a good day?” he smiled , looking at his favorite doll in the world , none of these doll could compare to his favorite doll – none of them could compare to you. “answer me doll.”

you nodded , your heart pounding , hoping he didn’t notice anything. “i had a great day jake.” he touched your hair , tilting his head. “your hair is all messed up doll.” he said yanking your hair back. “how could that happen if i keep my precious doll all tied up in her room?” you whimpered. “i-i don’t know what you mean.” he chuckled , letting you go.

“oh you don’t?” he said picking up a glass doll , turning to you before throwing it to the ground , you shrieked as it hit the floor , the glass shattering. “j-jake.” you were terrified , he picked up another one , repeating. “you see that doll , those are cameras.” he then proceeded to pick up different dolls , throwing them to the floor , glass shattering everywhere – he laughed manically , as you sat there shaking in fear.

“the first time it was a mistake , i thought I tied you tightly after your breakfast.” he explained. “i has only realized when i was at work , luckily i didn’t forget to lock the door , it was so cute watching you wiggle your way out the ropes , only to be defeated by the door.” he sat down on the bed , a big sharp piece of glass in his hand – which was bleeding due to how hard he was clutching it.

“you know i love playing games with my dolls , so i deciding to keep leaving the ropes untied , then i kept the door unlocked to your room , each and every-time you tired to make an escape.” he was heavily breathing , his sinister smile turned into a angry face. “i-i’m sorry jake.” you sobbed , scared of what he might do.

“oh are you?” he climbed on to the bed , holding the glass against your neck. “i give you everything.” he pressed it harder against your skin. “p-please.” you cried out , he laughed. “you’re so pretty when you cry , my pretty doll.” the blood from his hand , dripping down on to your dress. “your dress is all messed up now.”

he climbed off of you , standing above you. “you can get yourself out can’t you , show me doll , show me how you did it.” you shakily undid the ties , your wrist red from rubbing against them. he held the glass in his other hand , climbing back on the bed , grabbing your face with his bloody hand , smearing his blood all over your face. “you’re my prettiest doll , you know that right.” he squeezed your cheeks.

“y-yes.” you said through your puffed up lips. “that’s right , i don’t care about these other dolls , they were just to past the time until i found the prettiest doll on the market.” he said. “i finally found it , the prettiest doll on the market , i buy her all the things she wants , all the prettiest dresses , buy her yummy food , keep her nice and warm in a beautiful house.” he gripped harder. “and all she has to do is sit pretty here and wait for me to come home to play and she can’t even do that.”

“i-it hurts.” you cried , he frown. “does it , that’s how my heart feels , it hurts so bad that you tried to leave me.” he said , his voice almost a whimper. “is it my fault am i not treating my doll right?” he said tears coming down his face , letting your face go. “does my doll not want to play with me anymore?” he started to sob , his emotions giving you whiplash , he was good at this , good at making you feel bad.

“should i kill myself?” he said , you shook your head. “n-no please.” you begged , you hated that you still cared for him , he was crazy , but he was still the jake you met all those years ago plus the door was locked and you wouldn’t be able to get out , you’d be stuck with his body . “p-please i-i’m i’ll stay okay , i’ll stay and play with you alright.”

you slowly reached for his hand. “please just drop the glass , see you’re hurting yourself.” you put your hand on top of his , he slowly dropping the glass. “you’ll stay and play with me?” you nodded. “i’ll stay and we can play whatever you want.” he weakly smiled , his hand coming back up to your face , caressing it. “m-my pretty doll.” he pulled your face close to his , kissing you.

he shoved his tongue down your throat , moving your body until he was on top of you , unzipping the side zipper , he pulled away spit connecting you both making you whimper. “j-jake.” he sat you up , taking the dress off of you , your skin still covered in little blotches from your last “playtime” with the boy. “so pretty.” he lifted your hips , pulling the skirt all the way off , placing on the chair beside the bed.

he kissed down your stomach , nipping at your skin , you jolted. “ah!” he shushed you. “let me play with my doll how i want.” he grabbed the side of you your baby blue underwear , pulling them down your legs , spreading your legs. “so wet , my doll has the perfect pussy.” he kissed your thighs , you moaned. “so perfect.” he kissed your clit , before licking a stripe up your cunt.

“j-jake fu-fuck.” he pulled away , slapping your thighs. “my doll doesn’t curse.” you apologized , he slapped your thighs again , before diving back into your clit. “oh my god.” you bit your lip , as messily eating your cunt.

your eyes shut tightly , stomach churning with pleasure , but also disgust with yourself , you were supposed to hate him , he kept you hostage , he was mentally unstable , but you couldn’t help but grab his hair , grinding against face. "j-jake , please im gonna cum." your legs closed around his head , as you came on his tongue , he pulled away. “that’s it.” he rubbed you clit , overstimulating you. “give me what i want doll.”

once he was done toying with your clit , he grabbed your hands , caging them above your head , undoing his pants , pulling his cock out. “gonna fill my pretty doll up.” his cock kissing your hole. “f-fuck.” he groaned , pushing into your cunt. “so fucking tight.” he moved his hips. “perfect little cunt.”

“j-jake oh my god!” you shrieked as he began to sped up , his hips slamming against yours. “that’s it , scream for me doll.” he groaned , letting your hands go , grabbing your hip , ramming into your cunt. “my doll , your mines.” he groaned , throwing his head back. “mines to keep and dress and play with.” he rubbed your clit. “i’ll kill myself before i let you go.”

“j-jake i’m gonna cum!” you screamed , grabbing the sheets , back arching. “cum for me my pretty doll.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head , cumming. “jake!” he fucked you through your orgasm , “fuck baby doll , i’m gonna cum , gonna fill you up with my cum.” he grunted. “get you pregnant than you can never leave me.” he cursed , warmth spreading through your body as his cum filled you up.

he laid flat on top of you for a while , before pulling out , his cum seeping out of you. “let’s get you dressed.” he picked you up , sitting you on the sink , turning the water on , waiting for it to get hot. he put you into the tub , washing your body and your hair – leaving you , with the door open so he could watch you , so that he could clean the sheets and sweep up the glass from the broken dolls.

he returned back to the bathroom , helping you out , drying you off and your hair before carrying you back to your bed , sitting you down. “i picked out some pretty pajamas for my doll.” he lathered your body in his favorite scented lotion , putting his favorite baby pink panties on. “see pretty.” he pulled out a matching shirt baby pink night gown. “let’s do your hair.” he brushed your hair , putting two braids in , along with two bows to keep them from unraveling. “now you’re perfect again.”

he made your food , feeding it to you , while telling you about his day , his hand now covered in a bandage. “it’s time for bed now.” he said. “normally we’d watch tv , but i don’t think that’s a good idea tonight , maybe tomorrow.” he laid down next to you , wrapping his arms around you. “my doll , i love you so much , you love me too right?” you nodded. “tell me then , tell me you love me.” you reached up , moving his hair from his face. “i-i love you.” you stuttered , scared of making him upset , but also cause you couldn’t help but love him when he was like this , when he was soft with you , like the jake you used to know. he kissed your temples , snuggling into your neck.

“my pretty pretty doll , you’ll never leave me.”

©LUVYENI

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[applejuicefruit]

you’re the best writing angst so i was wondering if i could request some angst with kylian where he cheats and she finds out please? no happy ending please?

writing this made me cry also i am sure kylian would not be like this in real life so this is all fictional haha

thank you for requesting this i hope you like it <3

kylian mbappe x reader

Was she worth it?

Twitter just fucked up your relationship.

You wished you weren’t so bored to go and spend hours and hours on Twitter but here you were, with your phone in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. You saw Kylian’s name trending on Twitter so you decided to check it out, you thought that maybe he was trending because of the upcoming game PSG had that week but nothing could have prepared you for what you were seeing.

Kylian, hand in hand with his best friend in one picture. Holding her waist in an other picture. Her kissing him on the cheek in the next picture. Kylian kissing her on the lips in the last picture. You knew he was having a “PSG dinner” but apparently he was at some party Neymar threw in one of the most exclusive clubs in Paris.

Those pictures went worldwide in a second.

“Kylian cheating on y/n is the last thing I needed to see” one of Kylian’s fan pages tweeted. You were glad that most of his fans were standing by your side, knowing that Kylian was madly in love with you and felt betrayed by this behaviour.

“What is they broke up and he’s just having fun?” someone else tweeted. How could you have break up when he posted a picture of the two of you together two days ago?

“I’m a daughter of divorced parents” someone else joked, you laughed a bit through tears knowing that it’s a typical fangirl thing to say. You said that too when Taylor Swift and Tom Hiddleston broke up so you couldn’t blame them.

“Finally he found someone prettier” someone said. That made you hurt. Millions of thoughts started running into your mind.

The worst part was probably that Neymar, one of your best friends was the one who threw the party and didn’t even invite you, probably knowing that Kylian was cheating on you. Everyone from the team was there. All of your friends and their wives and girlfriends, when Kylian only said it was a business dinner and you didn’t have to go because it would have been boring, instead he was partying and cheating on you. And everyone knew and said nothing.

You couldn’t explain what you were feeling. You were feeling humiliated, embarrassed, betrayed by the people you thought were your friends, sad, angry, disappointed and heart broken. A mix of everything that didn’t go well with the wine you were drinking.

You saw people tagging you on Instagram and decided to open it, it couldn’t have been worse that Twitter you thought. It was so wrong.

Neymar posted a few stories where everyone was having fun, drinking and dancing. Your best friend posted a video of Kylian and whoever that girl was who was sat on his lap while they were hugging. Your best friend. The man who threatened Kylian once you started dating. He posted a story where Kylian, that girl, Achraf and Hiba were there all laughing and having fun. Your two other friends. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, feeling betrayed by them and Kylian.

You knew everyone was drunk and that Neymar would have regretted posting those pictures the next day but it was too late. You saw the pictures, the whole world saw the pictures.

You put your Instagram private, unfollowing everyone who was there at the party and blocking them, including Kylian too.

You were so tired you went straight to bed and cried yourself to sleep.

Kylian got home around 3 am, drunk but not too drunk to know what happened that night. He knew he fucked up bad. Neymar started feeling guilty too he tried to reach your DMs but couldn’t find nothing on you, seeing you blocked him.

“She blocked me” he texted to Kylian who left him on read. Kylian immediately checked his insta but he couldn’t found you either, meaning you saw the pictures and the videos. He fucked up really bad.

He decided to sleep in the guest bedroom knowing you probably wouldn’t want to see him that night.

He woke up before you, feeling a little hungover but more worried about how his relationship might turn. He made some breakfast for the two of you and waited for you to wake up.

You didn’t even know that Kylian was back home so you simply got out of your bedroom and went straight to the kitchen, only to find Kylian sat at the table with a guilty look on his face.

Good. That’s how you wanted him to feel. Guilty. Humiliated. Alone. As you felt last night.

“Mon amour can we talk please?” he asked you but you immediately corrected him

“Y/n. Not mon amour, just y/n” you said with a hard look on your face. You had no more tears after last night. Sadness ran so madness and anger could walk. You thought about what to do all night and the answer was easy, breaking up with him in the most cruel way. You never felt so sad and humiliated like last night so it was only fair that he felt the same way.

“Baby please…” he said standing up from the chair and taking a few steps towards you but you backed off

“Y/n” you repeated

“I’m so sorry, I swear…” he said, a few tears falling from his eyes

“About what? Cheating? Lying? Humiliating me? Be more specific Mbappè” you said calling him by last name

“For everything…I wish I could say I was just drunk but I wasn’t, I just…I have no excuses but it wasn’t my intention to cheat on you” he said but you couldn’t help but laugh

“Are you even listening to yourself Kylian? First you lie to me telling me you have a business meeting, then I find out that you are with Neymar, my best friend who threw a party and didn’t even invite me, and for last I see pictures and videos of you cheating on me with I don’t know who, while laughing and having fun and all you can say is sorry?” you said, your hard look never leaving your face, you didn’t want to show your weakness because you knew that if you started crying you would forgive him “Do you know how I felt? When everyone I knew were having fun knowing that you cheated? I felt so fucking humiliated and sad and mad and all I wanted to do was never seeing you again, something that I’m going to do soon because you’ll never see me again Kylian” you said, your look never leaving his face

“What-what are you talking about?” he asked, his voice cracking a bit while tears fell from his face

“That it’s over. We’re done. You’re dead to me” you said taking off the promise ring he got you for your last birthday. A promise to love you that he couldn’t keep.

“No-no this isn’t real…I made a mistake I know, she doesn’t mean nothing to me, I need you here you-you can’t do this” he said fully crying. You’ve never seen Kylian crying so much and a part of you felt bad, the other part was proud of you for standing against him.

“I already did it. I’ll be back when you’re at practice so I can pack and leave…I don’t want to see you ever again, I only hope she was worth it” you said leaving your apartment, you didn’t care if you were wearing only your pajamas, you needed to get away from that house as soon as possible.

You reached for your car and once you were inside you let all of your tears fall. Sobs hurting your chest, your breathing fast and heavy. You started driving, you had no idea of where to go. When something bad happened and Kylian wasn’t there you would usually call Neymar but you couldn’t face him at the moment. But in the same time you were thinking about Neymar he popped up in the home of your phone, trying to call you.

You answered, ready to end him as you just did with Kylian.

“Y/n honey where are you? Kylian told me everything, are you safe? Are you driving?” he asked through the phone

“So now you care?” you asked, your voice breaking a little

“What you mean? Of course I care about you…” he said back

“Oh cut the bullshit! Did you have fun last night?” you sarcastically asked him

“Y/n listen to me…” he tried to speak but you stopped him

“No you listen to me. You were my best friend. Were because you’re a total stranger now to me. You had the nerve to post about Kylian and his new chick on your stories and now you’re asking me if I’m okay? Of course not! Kylian’s dead to me, I don’t want to ever see him again, he broke all of my trust and so did you…Ney I thought you really cared” you took a deep breath and continued talking “I don’t care how drunk you were, I don’t care honestly…just so you know, we’re done. You’re dead to me too, you and your little friend and all of the people who I thought were my friends. It’s over” you said before hanging up, not even giving him the chance to speak. He tried to call you back but you simply wouldn’t answer. You kept driving without nowhere to go. Almost an hour later you stopped in an empty parking lot, trying to recompose yourself and, with your spam account, checking instagram one last time to see if the news reached everyone. Apparently it did.

Kylian posted a picture of the teddy bear he gave you for your birthday and that you kept in the living room near the couch with a caption that said “a single mistake can turn your life upside down, i’ll regret it for the rest of my life but if you’re seeing this i wish you every good thing, you’re too pure for this world, love you forever, kylian”.

You sobbed a little but it was time for you to move one. You couldn’t break down now, everyone betrayed you, it was you and you only.

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[borathae]

“Jungkook gets anxious sometimes. And when that happens, he needs your affection more than anything.”

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Warnings: anxious Kook, tears, he sucks on her boobs but it’s not even an ounce of sexual

Wordcount: 1.3k

a/n: I couldn’t get the concept of Kookie sucking on her boobs for comfort out of my head so here it is. This is pure comfort and fluff. Also this is very sappy, because I reread some of their chapters and got sappy af about how far they’ve come :( have fun besties ❤

Jungkook worked really late today. So late in fact, that you were already asleep when he came home. You often are with his schedule. You really hate those days. They leave him stressed, tired and sometimes even anxious. And there is no thing on earth you despise more than knowing that your Bunny had a bad day. You already hated it back when you still pretended that he was nothing more than business and you especially hate it these days as his loving wife. It makes you want to protect him from everything and everyone. You want to set the whole world on fire whenever he is feeling cold. You want to darken the sun whenever his eyes hurt because of it. And you would especially love to demolish his company whenever he had a bad day because of it. Truly, if anything or anyone bothered your Jungkookie in any kind of way, your desire for protective violence is raging. 

So when a weak hand shakes you awake that night, followed by a little sniffle, you jolt up ready to fight the world. Not that one can see that you are, as your eyes open comically slowly in sleepiness. But you really are ready to fight the world.

Jungkook is barely visible in the darkness, only the weak shine of his nightlight illuminates him. He uses the light whenever you are sleeping already to find his way to bed and then apply lip balm and hand cream. Tonight it seems that he is using it to see you as well. 

He is pouting. His eyes are puffy and wet from tears and his nose is runny too. 

"What's wrong?" you ask him with a terribly croaky voice, courtesy to the deep sleep you previously had found yourself in. 

"Anxiety attack", he gets out and whimpers, "I, I can’t get it to s-stop."

"I'm here, I’m right here", you are wide awake instantly, propping yourself up on your elbow to scoot closer and kiss his cheek, "I'm right here, Bunny. You’re safe now." 

Jungkook nods his head, chasing your closeness with his trembling fingers twisting the front of your shirt. He’s safe now. Nothing can hurt him anymore because he has you to protect him now.

"I threw up", he confesses and sobs softly, "in, in t-the office. I, I had an attack and, and then I, I threw up b-because it, it was so strong. A-and now I, I can’t get it to, to stop."

"Oh no, I’m so sorry", you gasp, cradling him against your chest, "I fucking hate that you had to. This is the worst fucking feeling. Fuck, my Bunny", you hug him closer, burying your fingers in his hair, "I'm here now. Do you hear me? You’re not alone anymore."

"I really wanted to b-be in your arms, but you were in the exam so I, I didn’t call", he says, shivering like crazy.

"God no, my Bunny", you feel yourself tear up in guilt. Jungkook needed you and you weren’t there for him, "I'm so sorry. I feel so awful. Please call me next time. No matter where I am, you’ll always be the most important priority to me and I'll always come to help." 

Jungkook sobs gratefully. He really needed that reassurance. He didn’t want to call you today, not because he thought that you would be angry, but because he didn’t want to disturb you. He wants you to be able to live your life and for you to be able to experience things like exams and college classes because you never got that when you were younger. And that’s why he didn’t call. Because he didn’t want to be the stupid reason why you had to miss out on such experiences. 

But his anxiety has tortured him to the point where there was almost nothing left of him. And all Jungkook needed was to hear you reassure him that he will always have a shoulder to lean on with you. He needed to hear it. He never stopped believing it, but he still needed to hear it.

He feels better already now that he is resting in your arms and has your gentle touch soothing him. The painful lump in his throat is gone and those everlasting heart palpitations are calming down as well.

"I'm so sorry, my Bunny. I seriously feel awful", you whisper, kissing the shell of his ear softly. 

Jungkook tilts his head up upon hearing the guilt in your voice and feeling the distinct sensation of your tears hitting his skin. Just as he had feared. You are crying, looking so guilty.

"It's not your fault. It’s okay", he whispers, "I love you so much."

"I love you too", you breathe, cupping his cheek, "I'll fight the fucking world to keep you safe" you add, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

Jungkook feels so unworthy of your love sometimes. It’s moments like these that make him feel like this. Moments where he realises that someone like you – someone who spent most of her life fighting for herself with no other person in mind – chooses to fight for him over and over and over again. You chose him. Chose him even if that meant stepping out of your comfort zone. Chose him even if that meant handing over some of your control to which you so obsessively clung to. You fucking chose him. As your family, partner and human for life. And Jungkook will never ever take that for granted. 

"Please don’t fight it, you'll only hurt yourself", he whispers, making you laugh quietly.

"I'll be careful, promise."

Jungkook feels better now that he heard your laugh. His desire to flee from unknown danger ceases to exist and he doesn’t feel so broken anymore.

"I adore you so much", he whispers.

"I adore you too", you tell him, leaning down to kiss his cheek, "my Bunny."

Overwhelmed by his emotions, Jungkook seeks you out, nose brushing against your breasts and fingers traveling to your chest. He hopes that you will understand for he feels too weak to speak.

You rest back on your pillow. Knowing very well what his gesture means, you unbutton your shirt wordlessly. You open it until the button where he can comfortably reach your breasts.

"Thank you", he presses out and whimpers, cupping your right breast to guide your nipple to his lips. He whimpers again as he takes you inside, body growing limp in comfort and shivers finally stopping entirely. 

Jungkook does this often when he needs true comfort. When his day was hard and his mental health was bad, all he truly needed was to be close to you. And on those really exhausting days, all that really helped was being able to suck on your breasts. He saw nothing sexual in the act during those moments and neither did you. It felt nurturing, comforting and safe. For both of you. For Jungkook because he was finally in your safe arms again and the gentle motion of sucking soothed him. And for you because you finally had the reassurance that your Jungkookie was safe and the warmth of his mouth relaxed you. 

You never ended up having sex because of those moments. Not even once. This act, while perhaps sexual during other situations, was of the most intimate and vulnerable nature and leaves the both of you oh so much more connected. Jungkook also feels no ounce of anxiety when he can suck on your nipples. Whatever painful feelings kept him hostage before, they all instantly disappear the second he begins kissing and sucking your breasts. 

Tonight is no different. Jungkook sucks on your breasts until he feels too sleepy to continue and you massage his scalp until your tired fingers stop working. Jungkook falls asleep just a little bit sooner than you. Reassured that he was finally at peace, you give in to the tiredness and fall asleep seconds later. And together you will forget about the world outside your windows, because all that truly matters was being in each other’s arms.

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[dearsnow]

hi!! can i just request any two-bit fluff...like jus domestic warm fuzzy fluff ..maybe slight silliness...feel free to write whatever

AND YET

- you happen upon your very noisy “roommate” cooking away in the middle of the night (two-bit mathews x gn!reader, domestic fluff, lowkey so cute)

word count: 687

a/n - asther fulfilling a request??? within a reasonable time????? the world is turning upside down, y’all 🫡 i hope you enjoy 😭

“Keith, seriously?” Your voice is hoarse, a desperate whisper that borders on a shout. It is 2:42 AM, and your recently-moved-in, much-loved but forever annoying boyfriend is making a four course meal in your kitchen.

Surprisingly, this is the first time you have ever seen him cook more than microwaveable meals and the occasional pack of instant ramen. He looks up at you, clad in pajamas, fuzzy socks, and a shit-eating grin. “What, I was hungry!”

“You’re gonna be hungry when I kick you out.” You mutter. “Couldn’t you at least be quiet about it? I heard pots and pans and humming through our very thin bedroom walls.”

“You can’t kick me out, I’m too fun.” He smiles. He puts a lid on his pan of frying bacon and turns off the heat. “You love me. Admit it.”

You scoff, but when he takes your hands in his, your heart skips a beat.

“You looooooove meeeeee,” he sings, “c’mon, just say it.”

“I would love you so much more if you didn’t wake me up so early on a work day.” You say, trying desperately to hide the fact that the corners of your mouth are turning up. Like always, though, somehow he notices. It’s like every almost-smile from you is a win, one more thing to keep him going before he runs out of energy and crashes into bed, legs entwined with yours and mouth slightly open.

He spins you around, still humming a song you don’t think you’ve ever heard before. It wouldn’t surprise you if he had just made it up. “I love you, and you love me. That’s why you’re dancing instead of yelling.” You laugh. You’re supposed to be angry with him, but the tension between your eyebrows dissipates when you look at his smiling face. If Two-Bit had just one talent, it would be switching your mood to happy. No matter what, no matter how annoying he is sometimes, you’re happiest when you’re with him.

“Yeah, I love you,” you gasp as he dips you so close to the floor you can feel the cold tile sucking in your heat, “and I love that you can make me laugh,” he pulls you back up, “but really, what are you doing making all this food at such an ungodly hour?”

He wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head against your neck. He leads you in a few steps, his warmth smoothing the goosebumps on your arms. “I wanted to do something nice for once. You’re always making me breakfast, and you leave earlier than me, so I thought I’d make a bit of food that you can just heat up when ‘m dead asleep.”

“Really?” You move back to stare at him, eyes soft in the dim kitchen lighting. “That’s… that’s really sweet, Two. Thank you.” If you were being honest, you thought he barely noticed you taking care of him in that way. You figured that it’s just something that comes with dating someone who seems like they could burn water.

“Nah, it’s nothin’.” He turns his head, a blush creeping up his neck towards the apples of his cheeks. “I just want you to know I appreciate what you do. This whole ‘me movin’ in’ thing put a whole lotta stress on your shoulders, so some domestic effort from me couldn’t hurt. I’ll at least try be quieter next time, though.” He raises his eyebrows and presses a quick kiss to the back of your hand. You can feel your own cheeks heating up. “I don’t want you ruining the surprise again, hm?”

“Yeah, it sounded like an elephant was training to be a chef in here.” You tease. He laughs, the sound ringing in your ears like a sweet bell. It’s a sound you don’t think you could ever get tired of.

He slings an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. He would drop anything to have you pressed against him at all hours of the day.

“And yet you still love me.”

You grin at him. “And yet, my love, I won’t ever stop.”

#solar eclipse. #two bit mathews #two bit matthews x reader #two bit x reader #two bit matthews #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders fandom #the outsiders fanfiction #the outsiders #fluff #domestic fluff #tooth rotting fluff

[fuctacles]

For @steddielovemonth day 12th prompt by @acasualcrossfade

M | 1383 | cw: trans pregnancy | modern AU, ftmEddie

Steve wakes up and does the first logical thing that all people do. Checks his phone.

He blinks at the bright screen trying to decipher his notifications and sighs when he realizes the group chat is flooded with messages. It’s nothing new, although it never hit 99+ before. He scrolls up to catch up with whatever his friends have been up to at night. Wonders if he’s the only one that uses nighttime for rest.

He’s groggy with sleep and as he passes through the chat log, he’s struggling to make sense of the messages he’s seeing.

>>How about a gender-neutral one?

>>I vote Elrond!

>>WHO’S GONNA BE THE GODPARENTS

He scrolls and scrolls and finally reaches The Photo. And things, unfortunately, start to make sense. 

It’s a photo of a pregnancy test.

He immediately goes to his chat with Eddie. Tries to type a message, fails, and hits the call button. It takes a considerable amount of time for Eddie to pick up.

“The fuck do you want?” he growls upon answering, voice thick and distant. Steve clearly just woke him up but he couldn’t give two shits about it right now.

“Why didn’t you tell me first? Wait, is it not mine? No, wait, you can tell whoever you want, of course, but, is it mine?”

“What?” Eddie sounds tired and angry which, fair, it’s 7 AM, not his usual waking hour.

“We skipped the condom a couple of times, but you said it’s not possible, not with all the hormones you’re taking. I’m not mad, I’m not panicking, I just need to know.” Okay, maybe he was panicking a bit, but not bad panicking. It’s just not something he’s prepared for. Is he ready to be a dad? Would Eddie want him to be the dad? Would Eddie want to be a dad? Would he even want to—?

“Shit, fuck, do you want it? Are you okay with your body doing… this? Are you okay?”

“Okay, deep breath, please.” Eddie sounds much more awake now and Steve follows his instruction, anxiously awaiting answers. “I’m not okay; I feel, frankly, betrayed by my body, but I think we’re talking about two different things. Why did you call me? So early, may I add?”

Eddie’s calm. So Steve can be as well. He breathes in and out.

“I saw the group chat. The photo?” He bites his lip. Maybe Eddie hoped he wouldn’t see it at all?

“What? Hold on.”

Steve holds, listening to the shuffling on the other end. He hears the springs on Eddie’s bed creak and thinks it’s finally time to get him a new mattress. Or, if Eddie is up to it, move in together.

He flinches when the soft shuffling of the bedspread is broken by a loud snort, followed by manic laughter. 

Wasn’t it too early for mood swings?

“Stevie, baby,” Eddie finally wheezes out.

“Yes?” He perks up, eager for answers and hopeful from hearing the pet name. 

“Please put on your glasses and look at the photo again,” is all Eddie says, before bursting back into laughter. 

Steve frowns but reaches for his glasses, resting on their usual spot on his bedside table. Once secured on his nose, he opens the chat again and goes straight to the media folder to open the photo in question. He squints his eyes at it.

It’s a covid test, clear as day.

“You’re not pregnant,” he deadpans.

“Nope. Just good old corona.”

“Shit.”

Steve falls on his pillow, completely drained from the emotional rollercoaster. He thinks about calling in sick. He’s too humiliated to show his face to the world and, besides, how is he supposed to teach kids when he’s such a dumb idiot himself?

“And, for the record,” Eddie continues once his chuckles subside, unaware of Steve’s inner turmoil. “I would tell you first, and it would be yours. It’s just been you for a while and I’ve never fucked without a condom before.”

Steve did not know that. He slaps a hand over his mouth so no embarrassing sounds come out at the revelation.

“But yeah, it wouldn’t be possible on my current hormone cocktail. And I don’t think I’d ever be prepared for a little alien growing inside me. It’s one thing to say fuck gender norms for one day and wear a dress and another to completely overturn my body’s ecosystem for a year, maybe more, without turning back.”

“Yeah,” Steve nods because that’s all he can do. He knows a lot about Eddie’s body by this point, but possible pregnancy is not something that comes up in daily conversations.

“Besides, I’ve been talking with my doctors about getting an oophorectomy, so that will be off the table soon anyway.”

Steve frowns, not liking the sound of that but not wanting to assume anything. Again.

“What’s that?” he asks instead.

“Ovaries removal,” Eddie answers easily. “So the hormones they produce don’t fuck with my T shots.”

“Huh.” It will never cease to both anger and amaze Steve how much trans people have to go through to be themselves. “Makes sense, I guess.”

“Mhm. How are you feeling?”

Steve frowns at his ceiling.

“Me? You’re the one with covid.” The fact suddenly, finally, sinks in. “Shit, how long will you be quarantined?”

“Just a week, don’t worry. But I’m asking because you kind of deflated there.”

Steve huffs. 

“My boyfriend has covid, of course I’m—”

“No, I mean, are you disappointed you didn’t put a baby in me?”

Steve chokes on saliva and air, and has to sit up on his bed to take a proper breath.

“Eddie,” he wheezes out in a warning, his face going beet red.

“Are you?” he presses.

“I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Open cards, baby. It’s not on the table, but I won’t be mad if you want it.”

Steve sighs. He worries this kind of thing might break their relationship. It was a topic he avoided, not only with Eddie, but with others he dated before him. Not many people their age are ready for kids talk, for a commitment like that.

“Yeah. Sorry.” Sorry if it’s a deal breaker.

“Don’t be sorry. Nothing bad about wanting to knock up your boyfriend.”

“Eddie.” This time his warning comes with an amused breath.

“What? Just because I won’t do it doesn’t mean I can’t play along.” He can hear him smirk from the other end of town where Eddie’s apartment is. “It’s no condom town, baby, from now on. I want all your cum inside, pushing it deeper with your fingers when you pull out. I’ll keep it inside while we watch TV. And then we’ll go again and again until it catches. Until you give me the baby you want so much.”

Steve whines, eyes closed and imagination running wild.

“Shit, I’m so wet. Didn’t know I have a breeding kink. Huh.”

“Jesus Christ Eddie, you can’t do this to me at the beginning of your quarantine!”

“Well, you’re the one who brought up kids! Which, I think we should have a serious talk about once I’m back in the world.”

“Yeah,” Steve sighs, and presses his eyes closed with resignation. He should have seen it coming. He loves Eddie, which is exactly why he’s been avoiding the topic of a future together, of kids, of a family.

“Yeah, sorry I’ve been holding back but I think I’m ready to make this serious if you are.”

Steve makes a sound. Questioning and confused because it’s all he can give him now.

“I know it’s a long shot, but we could adopt, or find a surrogate. I can wear a belly if it does it for you? Dunno, we’ll figure something out. If you want to, of course.” He’s rambling, which is a sure sign that he’s being sincere.

“I want to,” Steve assures him quickly. He is so relieved, so excited and full of love, that he’s about to cry. “I love you so much.” And there it is, his voice is already shaking, eyes wet.

“I love you too, baby,” Eddie coos back. “Now, can we get back to the horny part? I know you have to get up for work soon.”

Steve laughs at that, hand promptly sliding down his body.

“Yeah, let’s.” 

#covid au #inspired by markiplier #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #mine #ff #steddielovemonth #st #stranger things 4 #steddie fanfiction #modern au #ftm eddie munson #trans eddie munson #transmasc eddie munson #cw: trans pregnancy #cw: pregnancy #tw: pregnancy

[neonghostlights]

hii, hope you're doing well! i CANNOT get this idea out of my head rn- i'm thinking that it's the night before the huge plan to take vecna down, the whole gang crashes at steve's for the night and eddie and the reader have to share a bed. enemies to lovers, where the reader has a nightmare since they've been cursed by vecna, eddie comforts them and maybe more? idk, i just would like to see how this plays out! love ur work sm 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hiiii love ❤️ I’m doing well and I hope you are too! I love some enemies to lovers and a one bed trope! (I didn't add smut I'm sorry)

Warnings: Nightmares, Vecna Curse, Brief mention of strangulation, I feel like this is kind of sad when you think about what happens the next day in Volume 2, 18+ only

Wordcount: 2.1k

Sweet Dreams

“I am not sharing a bed with Eddie Fucking Munson,” you spat. 

You had been relatively cool since you found out you had been cursed by Vecna. You even kept your cool when assisting with the grand theft auto, harboring a fugitive, and the near drowning when you jumped into Lover’s Lake after Steve after he got sucked into the upside down. 

The stolen RV was now hidden in the woods near Steve’s house. All of the weapons purchased from The War Zone put together and ready to go for the battle tomorrow. Steve, Nancy and Robin would all go and kill Vecna. Dustin and Eddie are in charge of distracting the rabid killer bats. You, Lucas, Erica, and Max will be at the Creel house letting you slip into a trance to distract Vecna so that the rest of the group could end him. 

What could go wrong? 

Steve huffed, pinching his fingers on the bridge of his nose. He should have known you would put up a fight over this. 

“Listen, the kids are all passed out in the basement. Nancy is passed out on the couch. Robin is already asleep in my bed. That means you have to room with Eddie,” Steve explained as calmly as possible. 

“Why don’t you sleep with Eddie?” You asked. “I’ll go snuggle up with Robin instead.”

“Because I had to watch you last night to make sure you didn’t get Vecna’d and I’m so tired. I can’t trust myself to wake up if something happens. Eddie’s the only one awake enough to keep an eye on you.”

You tapped your foot. Who knew being cursed by Vecna was such a pain in the ass. 

You definitely didn’t want to spend the last possible night of your life with Eddie Munson. You didn't remember when this back and forth between the two of you started. Maybe when you both had Ms. O'donnell's class for third period last year and you bitched him out for always tapping loudly. Or before that when you accidentally stole his Dnd props because you thought they were for the school play. You would think trying to save the world together would call for a truce. But he was still just as annoying as ever, always choosing you out of the whole group to pick on. 

“Just please?” Steve pleaded. 

You sighed, crossing your arms against your chest. Steve really was tired and you could see the seams cracking from where he was barely holding it together. No one should have to stay strong for as long as he has. 

“Fine. But if he gets on my nerves I’m smothering him with a pillow,” you sighed. 

“Maybe I’m into that,” Eddie chimed in, peeking his head out from the staircase. He had probably been listening the whole time. He scurried back up the stairs when he caught the angry look on your face. 

Steve winced when he heard you grind your teeth. 

At this point you were just going to turn him into the police yourself. But then Dustin would be mad at you and didn’t want to hear about how you ruined his friend's life for the rest of your life. Even if the rest of your life might only be a day. 

“Alright. I’m going to bed. See you in the morning!” Steve said before he made his escape. 

You rolled your eyes, groaning as you went up the stairs. 

You pushed open the door to Steve’s parents' room. A large bed sat in the center of the room with expensive, shiny bedding. The room was dimly lit by the few lamps that sat on the side table and dresser. 

Eddie laid face down in the center of the bed. 

“Hell no. Move,” you instructed, smacking the back of his head with a pillow. 

Eddie turned his head, peeking up at you through his disheveled hair. He wore a pair of Steve’s sweatpants and a white sleeveless shirt, also Steve’s. 

“I’ve been spending my nights in the boathouse and Rick’s crusty bed. Let me enjoy this,” he whined. 

You almost felt bad for him. Almost. 

He did have a rough time this past week. He’s been framed by a murder that he didn’t commit and hunted like a criminal by people in this town. He barely ate, slept, or showered the whole time he was hiding. Being here must be like being at an all inclusive spa resort. 

You chewed your lip. “Why can’t you sleep on the floor or something?”

“Are you kidding? This bed is big enough for the both of us. Come here and make yourself comfortable. I don’t bite,” Eddie said with a wide, toothy grin. He scooted over some and patted the spot beside him. 

You rolled your eyes, took a deep breath, and laid down in the bed. The sheets were warm and soft. The comforter was heavy enough to feel like an embrace. It wouldn’t take long for you to fall asleep here, even if your company wasn’t ideal. 

“See,” Eddie spoke up. “It’s not so bad.” He shimmied his butt against the mattress obnoxiously. 

You yawned, turning to face away from him. Neither of you turned the lamps off, having seen enough this past week to scare you away from the dark forever. No more horror movies for you. 

All you heard was, “Goodnight,” before you drifted off into the darkness. 

A warm hand cupped your face. “Hey. It’s just a nightmare. Wake up.”

You pushed away from the hand, sitting up in the bed with a gasp. Eddie sat beside you, the blankets pooled at his waist as he stared at you with worried eyes. 

You gasped for air, grabbing at your throat. The dream had felt so real. It felt like you were actually being strangled by vines. 

You dropped your head between your knees, trying to calm the whooshing of your blood in your ears. 

Pressure on your back had you jumping with a yelp. 

Eddie shushed you, his hand rubbing up and down your back in a soothing way. “I’m sorry. It’s just me. Are you okay?” 

You nodded wordlessly, keeping your head down. You hadn’t wanted anyone to see you like this, especially not Eddie. You didn’t want to be vulnerable in front of him. 

“I’ll be right back,” he announced before jumping out of bed quickly. You didn’t have the chance to ask him where he was going before you heard him running down the stairs. You felt yourself missing the way his hand felt against your back. His absence hit you harder than you expected. 

He burst back in a minute later with a glass of water in hand and handed it to you. He stood by your side of the bed watching you gulp it down. 

“You don’t have to hover. I’m fine,” you croaked out. You swore you could still feel the pressure around your neck. 

Eddie sat on his side, still keeping a worried eye on you. 

You looked over to the clock on the table beside you. It had only been thirty minutes since you fell asleep and there was no way you’d be able to doze off again with your adrenaline rushing like this. 

You laid back, staring at the ceiling. 

“You wanna talk about it?” Eddie asked, lying beside you closer than he was before. 

“Talk about what? The fact that I’m probably going to be dead in less than 24 hours? Or the fact that I can’t even sleep because everytime I do that creep invades my dreams?” You complain. 

“Alright, then let’s talk about something else. Do you want to play twenty questions?” Eddie finally asks after a moment of silence. 

You thought for a second. There was no way you were going back to that awful dreamland tonight. 

“Fine. You go first,” you said, picking at your cuticles to avoid looking at him. 

“What’s your favorite color?” Eddie asked. 

“I don’t have one,” you admit. You always hated this question. Your indecisiveness could never let you choose just one. “I can guess yours is black though.”

Eddie snorted. “Actually it’s blue and that wasn’t a question.”

You looked back up at the ceiling thinking for a moment. “How many times have you been in trouble? Not including right now.”

“You’re going to have to narrow that one down or we’ll be here all night,” Eddie said with a laugh. 

“Okay, how many times have you been to detention?” 

Eddie hummed a tune while he counted on one hand and then the other. “This year? About fifteen times. I’ve had a good year,” he finally says, looking proud of himself. 

“Fifteen times?” You gasp in shock, turning onto your side so you can face him. He was already facing you so it brought you closer than you expected. 

“About twelve of those times are because of Ms. O'Donnell,” he admitted. 

You groaned. “Oh that’s not surprising. I hated her last year.”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Eddie said, surprising you. 

“Why?” 

“Because you were such a goody two shoes in her class! You got me sent to detention at least once!” 

Your mouth popped open. “I did not!” 

“Yes you did! Remember when you tripped over my shoe and you thought I did it on purpose?” He pressed. 

“Because you did do it on purpose! You hate me!” You exclaimed. 

 “I would never do that and I do not hate you,” he admitted in a low voice. 

Your breath stuttered at the way his change in emotion caught you off guard. 

“Oh,” is all you said under your breath. 

“Do you hate me?” Eddie questioned, voice still low. If it had been so silent in the house you would have never heard him. 

You thought about it for a second. Sure, Eddie was annoying sometimes. He was loud. He always had his things everywhere. But he was also kind and understanding. He was funny and unapologetically himself at all times. He took care of the freshmen like they were his own family and shielded them from bullies. He was willing to stay up during the night and watch you even though he had barely slept all week, even when he was questioning if you hated him or not. 

“No,” you answered honestly. 

Eddie smiled softly at you; his full lips spreading across his face. You didn’t realize how close you two had shifted together while talking but it gave you an up close view to Eddie. You didn’t think that many people got to see him like this without his leather jacket and scary words. You had never noticed how long his eyelashes were before or how they framed his brown eyes perfectly. I made you jealous that someone could just walk around looking so pretty all of the time. 

Eddie Munson was pretty, and the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. It was frightening how pretty he was like this, with his hair sprawled around his face and his arms bare and clutching the blankets but also how pretty he was even when he was dressed in leather and headbanging to a guitar solo. How had you never stopped and noticed before? 

“You look like you’re thinking a lot over there,” Eddie said. 

You shrugged with the shoulder you weren’t lying on. “Just realizing some things.”

“It’s about time,” Eddie said, leaning in closer. His eyes searched your face, checking to make sure you were on the same page as him. 

“Yeah, it is about time,” you whispered, leaning in and pressing your lips to his. Eddie groaned under his breath as your lips moved together. Slow and soft under the yellow light that spilled from the lamps. 

When you finally separated, Eddie didn’t let you get far. He held a hand out, pulling you close to his chest. You could hear the way his heart pounded strong and fast through the thin t-shirt he wore. If you didn’t know any better you would have thought he had just ran a mile. 

You smiled into his shirt, letting his warmth surround you. You felt your eyes start to get heavier. 

“I don’t want to fall asleep,” you muttered. 

“If you do, I'll be right here. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he replied, running his hand over your shoulder lightly.

“You promise?” You asked, already drifting off. 

“I promise. Sweet dreams,” he said softly as you fell asleep. 

You did have sweet dreams lying in Eddie’s arms that night. It was a precious break until you had to go through the earth-shattering nightmare of the next day.

#eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson request

[tragiclilb]

☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ You Wreck Me ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾

Requested*

(Synopsis: Alex seems to be distracted these days)

(Warnings: smut, light/soft-smut, angst, fluff, rockstar attitude alex)

(Words: 1369)

I always love watching him perform. It was exciting. The way his body moved. Every small stroke his fingers made to his guitar. The way his hair would end up wet by the end of the show. It was all so entrancing. Especially when he would sing lyrics, the deep tone in his voice coming out, and look straight at me sitting on the side. Or at least used to be that way.

These days I can see his eyes linger over the crowed, stopping on other people as he whispers seductive words into his microphone. His grip tightening on it the way it used to when he looked at me.

I just couldn’t understand. It felt as if his world was getting to big. I had almost been cast out in his memory it seems. So I really just didn’t know what to do. Except, well, talk.

“Alex, can we talk?” I say as he lies next to me. His body wrapped in a white t-shirt, and a random pair of pajama pants he found on the floor from a few nights before. I could see the tierd ness in his eyes as he turned to face me.

“Of course.” He said grabbing one of my hands softly, messing with the few rings I had forgotten to take off before bed. His voice was ruff and soft after the show a few hours before.

“Have I upset you? Like have I don’t something wrong?” I ask and he looks surprised. But not confused. Almost as if I’ve cause him in a lie he thought I was to dumb to notice.

“What do you mean?” He asks a wall being built behind his eyes every second he speaks.

“It’s just, ugh, I know it sounds stupid but you don’t….. look at me anymore.” I say and he lets go of my hand, slowly sitting up.

“I’m looking at you right now, what are you talking about?” He says forcing a laugh.

“Don’t play coy with me, you know what I’m talking about. I can see it in your face. It’s almost as if your bored of me. What have I done wrong?” I explain to him trying to keep my voice steady.

“I’m not bored of you. It’s just… ugh! You don’t get it.” He says getting frustrated.

“What don’t I get?”

“I’m a rockstar now!” He says and I almost want to laugh bitterly at his drama.

“What are you talking about, am I not supportive enough? Is that it?” I ask getting up from my seat on the bed. Him doing the same. Running frustrated fingers through his hair.

“We’ll I mean…. It’s just… you feel so far away. You seem so tired of me. Every time I see you after a show you seem so out of it and disinterested. It just makes me feel bad about what I do. Those people in the crowd…. The make me feel proud of what I’m doing. Like I’m doing it for a reason!” He says exasperated. Getting visibly upset with me and himself.

“Yes I am tired, not of you though. Just tired! Your out into late hours of the night and I want to be there for you. I want to support you! So I stay out for every show, no matter how many early mornings shifts I have. Or hard days at work. I’m there. For you! So I’m sorry if my face isn’t lively, or beautifully done up enough for you. But I show up. And I thought that’s what mattered.” I say my voice becoming shakey and my hands finding a place to fidget in my hair. His eyes look angry. I don’t know if it’s more at me or himself. He starts putting on a pair of shoes and grabbing a jacket.

“Where are you going? Alex, where are you going?” I say as he starts to walk towards the door.

“I need a break.” He says and the door slams in my face. I didn’t even have enough time to register my own reaction before I head back to the bed and just sit down. I rest my head in my palm as I lean over, only then to notice the hot tears trickled across my cheeks.

I sit there for a few minutes. Looking over to the record player. I stand up and slowly walked over. Even when we are fighting, I just know his voice would calm me down. The soothing sound escaping from the machine made feel more settled as I walked back to the bed and layed down.

I don’t really know how many minutes had passed, but after around half the songs had played I heard the door open. The smell of cigarettes following him into the bedroom as he kneels down next to me.

“I’m sorry. Your right. I should have been more attentive to your emotions, not just mine.” He says, his fingers dragging softly up and down my arms ending up to my collarbones. His hands where cold. They sent shivers through my body as he looked over me. His eyes scanning me. Looking apologetic.

“I appreciate you.” He says, leaning closer, his hands gravitating towards my neck. Just enough pressure as he brings his lips down closing the contact.

“Let me show you.” He whispers just beneath my ear as he starts to pull me to the edge of the bed. Willingly I let him tangle his fingers in my hair, his lips slow, almost teasing as they press against mine.

The smoke lingering on his breath sends me into a daze. I can’t control what he does to me. The littlest things. Like the way his fingers look like fine art as I allow them to linger across my body, slipping under my clothes. He doesn’t even have to try. Every sound of contempt ment sounding even more appealing then the last. Seducing me into his trap.

He travels down to my waist, pulling on the small string, that previously held the pajama shorts high on my waist.

As he got on his knees he gripped my thighs. Tight. A hand mark was sure to be left on each one by morning.

As he removed my last layer I breathed in heavily as his breath was hot to my core. He moved closer as he pressed small kisses down my stomach ending up right where I wanted him. My hips hitched at the contact, causing his hands to hold me down.

His tongue grazed deep into me as he moved. His one hand moves up my to clit, his thumb rubbing at a generous pace. He moved a little bit in the right direction and before he could move again I gripped his hair. I could tell he was surprised. But I didn’t care.

“Don’t move.” I breathed out. I removed my thighs from his arms and wrap them around his neck as I pull his face closer into my core. His tongue was fast passed as he moved inside me but I could tell he realized it wasn’t enough.

He removed his tongue moving it up to my clit as he inserts his fingers in my cunt. I watch as the muscles in his arm flex. Sweat slowly making his skin glow. My fingers are still entangled in his hair.

Pulling ever so slightly once in a while, the soft moan that escapes his lips after each time adding to my pleasure. The rate of his fingers in me finally reaching my breaking point.

The build up finally released itself all at once as he finishes me off, removing his fingers. Licking from my core up to my neck connecting his mouth with mine. He pushes me down onto my back, my body weak from the moments before. Complete out of breathe he manages to mutter out between kisses-

“You wreck me.”

#alex turner #alex turner smut #alex turner x reader #alex turner angst #soft smut #alex turner x reader smut #arctic monkeys #SoundCloud #alex turner soft smut

[lunajay33]

Hurt Pt.3💔

Summary: After y/n is shot by Andrea and recovers she has a hard time dealing with Andreas rude remarks and it leads her to believe she’s not good enough for Daryl

•Masterlist•

It’s been a few days and Daryl was successful at keeping Andrea away from me and yesterday we found Sophia in the barn, I know it’s been hard on him and I know Carol has been stressing him out

I was laying in out tent when he came in looking angry

“Hey D are you alright?” I asked as he kicked off his boots

“Damn woman is getting in my nerves” he groaned as he laid down next to me with his head resting in my chest

I instantly ran my fingers through his hair hoping to calm him down

“Do you wanna talk about it?” I asked kissing his head

“She’s selfish, I did everything and she’s just pushing me” I knew I was the only one he opened up to like this

“Just try to ignore her right now, maybe she just doesn’t know what to do with herself right now, I know everything has been stressful lately first with the baby and then the barn, we just have to work with what happened and I’m always here to make sure you’re okay and we will be okay Daryl” I said as I felt him place his hand on my belly

“I wish we were back in the ol’ world, I’d be working at the garage and I’d come home to ya after to have ya greet me at the door smilin, with our lil baby in yer arms”

“Oh baby, I wish for more than anything for that, to have a little house with you, where we could grow together and make it our home, but as long as I have you with me, by my side then I have a home, and this baby will have a home, you’re my home Daryl, always have been” he looks up and me and a faint smile forms

He didn’t say anything, just leaned up and kissed me before laying back down on my chest

I knew he wasn’t the best when it came to expressing his emotions but I knew how he felt most times, and I knew he had his own way of expressing his love for me but still sometimes I wondered if he was too good for me

“Get some sleep my love” I whispered just wanting him to finally rest

~next morning~

I stayed up the whole night thinking about what he said, the life we could have had back in the world we use to live in, as the sun came up I slowly got out of bed careful not to wake Daryl and left the tent

I sat out on the old tree as I always do and just thought of everything that’s happened recently, thinking about how I’m going to protect this baby, I know I’ll do anything for it but I’m just scared, I was forming a little bump now and I just felt conflicted about everything

“What am I gonna do my little peach?” I said talking to the baby as if it could hear me

“Hey what are you doing up so early?” I heard from behind me and it was Rick

“Oh ummm I just couldn’t sleep, too much on my mind” I said looking back at the sunrise

“Somethin ya need to talk about?” He asked as he sat next to me

“Just wanna be strong enough for Daryl and the baby, so much is happening and I feel like I can’t keep him happy, got any advice?” I laughed nervously

“You ain’t got nothing to do, just show him how much you love him, support him, that’s all he needs is you” he smiled

“Maybe you’re right, thanks Rick” I said as I got up to go inside and help start breakfast

I walked into the kitchen to see Maggie already making eggs

“Morning Maggie!” I said as I started cutting the fruit

“Morning!”

After we cooked enough for everyone I took two plates and walked back to the tent to see Daryl just waking up

“Morning my love, here’s some food!” I said as I sat down infront of him

“What’re you doing up so early”

“Didn’t sleep” picking up a strawberry and eating it

“Ya need to get yer rest while her pregnant”

“I know maybe I’ll nap later” I said trying to make eye contact

“Ya sure yer okay?” He looked at me with his cute scrunched up face

“Just tired is all”

“Okay, make sure ya rest today I’m gonna be out with Rick today, make sure ya stay away from Andrea k?” He said kissing the top of my head before leaving with his cross bow

God I loved that man

I thankfully fell asleep after eating and woke up later in the day, Daryl walked in and that startled me awake

“Hey sunshine, sleep well?” He asked crouching infront of me

“Ya feeling better”

“Rick told me what you said this morning”

“Ugh Damn Rick” I groaned

“Ya gotta stop thinkin yer not good enough fer me, yer everything I need no matter what, it’ll always be you and this baby, I love ya” my heart felt warm

“I love you too baby, I think it’s just the pregnancy, the hormones are making my mood go all over the place, but even though in acting crazy, I will always try to be everything I can for you and make you happy”

“Ya make me happy everyday, just by looking at ya I remember I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world ya land a girl like you” he smiled brushing my hair back

“You’re my everything”

“And yer mine”

#daryl dixion imagine #twd daryl #daryl dixon #twd fanfiction #twd x reader

[sainz-leclerc]

I don’t feel safe - Lando Norris

pairing : lando norris x reader

summary : after your friends drag you to a party you didn’t want to go to in the first place , you call Lando to come and get you

warnings : substance abuse , angst , mention of sa , catcalling , angry Lando , fluff at the end

A/n : went to a party last night and felt uncomfortable so here’s to everyone who wants a Lando at their back and call

“Come on , at least an hour” your friends insisted.

They were trying to convince you to come to some party thrown by a guy your friend liked .

Apparently they wanted you to be chaperone on duty so they could get shit-faced.

Just coming back from your job you were extremely tired , and all you wanted was to get in bed , call your boyfriend to set up tomorrow’s date and go to sleep.

But you being the greatest friend of all time , you caved and said yes.

Throwing on some jeans and a crop top , proper chaperone outfit , you tied you hair , grabbed your jacket and sneakers and off you were.

Arriving at the house , the party was in full swing. Everyone was dancing , drinking , grinding , kissing anf screaming at each other over the loud music.

Soon enough , you lost your friends in the crowd and decided to go outside for some fresh air.

Enjoying the low hum of the music inside the house , you peace was disturbed by a drunk man.

“Hey there sweetie” the man slurred , an ugly grin on his face.

Taking a step back , you replied “hello”

Pretending to check the time , you entered the message app and texted the one person in this world you could trust the most.

Y/n : The girls dragged me out to a party and I don’t feel safe . I know you’re tired from your flight back but could you come get me ? I’m so so sorry about this baby.

Not missing a beat , you receive a text back.

Lando : Location ?

Y/n : *sharing live location*

Lando : be there in 5

Exhaling through your mouth , you looked back at the man who was eyeing you up and down like a piece of meat.

“You texting one of your friends ? Cause I came here with some of my pals in case they feel lonely” he winked at you.

Cringing internally , you clutched your phone harder “Nope , just waiting for my boyfriend”

The man immediately rolled his eyes , taking another swing of his beer.

Fighting the urge to take another step back , you stayed strong , waiting for Lando.

Drunk ass in front of you took another step closer “So what , just cause you have a boyfriend means you can’t talk with other men ?” He scoffed.

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes “I am perfectly capable of talking to whoever I want” taking another step back you continued “speaking of , I do not want to talk to you so without trying to seem rude , please find someone else to converse with”

The man advanced on you , opening his venom filled mouth “Listen here sweetheart , I do-“

“She told you to get lost” a gruff British voice spoke from behind you.

Turning around you are met with Lando’s chest , his arms hugging you defensively.

The pathetic excuse of a man was about to ramble on some more before another one of his drunk friends called him over.

He backtracked , sending you two one more dirty look before leaving. Exhaling out loud , you relaxed into the brits chest.

Lando’s calloused hands pulled your face up “You alright sweetheart ?” He assessed your face for signs of injuries only to be met with your teary eyes.

Shaking him off , you nodded “yeah , yeah I’m fine. I’m so sorry Lando , I kno-“

Your boyfriend shushed you and pulled you back into his chest , caressing your hair.

“Don’t apologize love , I’m glad you called me. At least I know you’re safe”

He pulled you out of his chest and pressed a sweet kiss to you nose “Let’s gather the girls and get home”

The McLaren driver and you collected the rest of your friends , dragging their wasted asses into Lando’s sport car and started driving each of them to their house’s.

By the time you arrived at Lando’s apartment , you were to tired to notice until you stepped into the home.

“Wait Lando , this is your apartment”

Lando looked at you like you just stated the obvious “of course we’re at my apartment , you’re sleeping here tonight”

Just as you were about to protest he shushed you and dragged you into his bedroom.

He undressed you and changed you into one of his shirts and sweatpants , despite the pair of pijamas you had at his apartment for sleepovers.

Lando took you into the bathroom to brush your teeth with the toothbrush you kept at his apartment.

After brushing his own teeth , he coddled both of you into his fluffy sheets , smoothing over your hair.

Spooning you , your boyfriend kissed your head.

“Again ,I’m so sorry baby. I know you’re tired and then you drove the girls home an-“

“Love , love , love. For the last time , don’t apologize. It was my pleasure taking the girls home . They are your friends and I would rather drive around town for another hour than have you worry about them”

Kissing your head once more , he pulled you closer to his body “I love you”

“I love you too”

#lando norris #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #formula 1 #f1 one shot #formula 1 drabble #imagines #blurbs #f1 #oneshots #writing #f1 smut #f1 fluff #lando norris fluff #boyfriend!lando #mclaren drivers #f1 mclaren #mclaren #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 x reader #ln4 #sainz leclerc writes

[fourthwingfan]

Madness - Chapter 20

Hi, my dearest readers! I'm alive. The wedding was fantastic, but I'm soo tired. I barely slept the last few days. We decorated for 13 hours on Friday. Then the wedding on Saturday and we packed up everything on Sunday. And for some reason I thought that I didn't need to take a day off on Monday, I'll be fine. Well, I thought wrong. But thank you for your patience! ❤️ Here comes the new chapter. Enjoy! :)

Accusing a wingleader of wrongdoing is the most dangerous of all accusations. If you’re right, then we’ve failed as a quadrant to select the best wingleaders. If you’re wrong, you’re dead.

—My Time as a Cadet: A Memoir by General Augustine Melgren

„Jackson Marlowe.” Captain Fitzgibbons finishes reading the death roll and closes the scroll as we stand in formation the next morning, our breath creating clouds in the chilled air. “We commend their souls to Malek.”

There’s no room for sorrow in my heart for six of the eight names, not when I’m shifting my weight to soothe the ache of black-and-blue along my ribs and ignoring the way other riders stare at my face.

I went to Nolon this morning, and he mended my nose, but I wanted to keep my bruises. One of those who attacked Violet is alive. I want them to know I will not forgive. Never.

If Xaden won’t do anything about it, then I will. I’m a Melgren after all, I’m allowed to be a little crazy.

The two others on today’s list are third-years from Second Wing, killed on a training operation near the Braevick border, according to breakfast gossip, and I can’t help but wonder if that’s where Xaden had been before coming to our rescue last night.

“I can’t believe they tried to kill you while you were sleeping.” Liam’s still seething, at breakfast we told our table what happened.

“Even worse, I think I’m getting used to it. Either I have kick-ass compartmentalization skills or I really am acclimating to always being a target.” Violet says.

Captain Fitzgibbons makes some minor announcements, and I tune him out as someone strides our way, cutting through the space between the Flame and Tail Sections of our wing.

Just like it always does, my stupid, hormone-driven heart stutters at the first sight of Xaden. Even the most effective poisons come in pretty packages, and Xaden’s exactly that—as beautiful as he is lethal. He looks deceptively calm as he approaches, but I can feel his tension as if it’s my own, like a panther prowling toward his prey. The wind ruffles his hair, and I sigh at the completely unfair advantage he has over every man in this courtyard. He doesn’t even have to try to look sexy…he just is.

Oh shit. This feeling right here—the way my breath catches and my entire body draws tight when he’s near—is why I haven’t taken anyone to bed or celebrated like the rest of my perfectly normal friends. This feeling is why I haven’t wanted anyone…else.

Because I want him.

There aren’t enough curse words in the world for this.

He stops next to us and he looks toward Liam then nods in Violet’s direction.

Oh shit. Violet will be sooo angry when she realizes…

„I do not need a bodyguard!” she snaps at Xaden.

He ignores her, still looking at Liam.

“Switch places with me.” Liam whispers to me.

I look at him questioningly but he doesn’t say another word.

“Fine.” I sigh and now he stands behind Violet.

„I. Do. Not. Need. A. Bodyguard!” she repeats, a little louder this time.

One of the first-years behind me gasps, mortified by her audacity, no doubt.

Imogen snorts. “Good luck with that approach.”

Xaden stands directly in front of Violet, leaning into her space. “You do, though, as we both learned last night. And I can’t be everywhere you are. But Liam here”—he points back to the blond Tyr—“he’s a first-year, so he can be in every class, at every challenge, and I even had him assigned to library duty, so I hope you get used to him, Sorrengail.”

“And what about Aelin?” She asks with a raised eyebrow. “She was with me too.”

“I don’t care about her.” Xaden replies without hesitation.

Ouch. It hurts.

Liam quickly grabs my hand and squeezes it before letting it go.

“And I don’t know if she will protect you at all costs.” Xaden continues.

“Now, that’s just a fucking excuse.” I mutter.

I will protect Violet. She’s one of the most important person in my life. And he knows it too. He’s not stupid.

“You’re overstepping.” Violet hisses at him.

“You haven’t begun to see overstepping,” he warns, his voice dropping low. “Any threat against you is a threat against me, and as we’ve already established, I have more important things to do than sleep on your floor.”

Heat flushes up her neck and stains her cheeks. “He is not sleeping in my room.”

Oh, Vi. I knew it that you like Liam.

“Of course not.” He freaking smirks. “I had him moved into the one next to yours. Wouldn’t want to overstep.” He turns on his heel and walks away, headed back to his place at the front of our formation.

“Fucking mated dragons,” Dain seethes, keeping his eyes forward.

“What? Did you move? When?” I ask Liam in shock.

“This morning. And I won’t be far. Just on the other side of Violet.” He smiles at me with a boyish grin and I can’t help it, I smile back.

“Fiinee. But I warn you, do not replace me with her.” I mock glare at him.

“How could I do it, Snappy? You’re my best friend.” He winks at me.

“Snappy? You didn’t call me that since… I don’t know.” I try to remember when was the last time.

“I call you that because you’re talking nonsense. Now pay attention.”

Fitzgibbons finishes his announcements and steps to the back of the dais, which would usually signal the end of formation, but Commandant Panchek takes the podium. He makes it a habit to avoid morning formation, which means something is up.

“What’s going on with Panchek?” Rhiannon asks at Violet’s side.

“Not sure.” I shrug.

“It has to be something big if he’s fumbling with a Codex up there,” Rhiannon says.

“Quiet,” Dain orders, glancing back over his shoulder at us for the first time this morning. He does a double-take, his eyes flaring wide as he catches sight of Violet’s neck. “Vi?”

„I’m fine,” she assures him, but he’s still staring at her throat, locked in shock. “Squad Leader Aetos, people are staring.” We hold way more than our share of the attention as Commandant Panchek begins to speak at the podium, telling us that there’s another matter to handle this morning, but Dain won’t look away. “Dain!”

He blinks, jerking his gaze to hers. “Is that what Riorson meant by last night?”

She nods.

“I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m fine,” she repeats, nodding toward the dais. “Later.”

He turns, but the motion is reluctant.

“It has been brought to my attention as your commandant that a breach of the Codex has occurred,” Panchek calls out over the courtyard.

“As you know, breaches of our most sacred laws are not to be tolerated,” Panchek continues. “This matter will be addressed here and now. Will the accuser please step forward.”

“Someone’s in trouble,” Rhiannon whispers. “Think Ridoc finally got caught in Tyvon Varen’s bed?”

“That’s hardly against the Codex,” Ridoc murmurs from behind us.

“He’s the executive officer for Second Wing.” I send a pointed look over my shoulder.

“And?” Ridoc shrugs, grinning without a touch of remorse. “Fraternizing with command is frowned upon, not unlawful.”

I sigh, facing forward. “I miss sex.” I really do, and it’s not just the physical gratification, either. There’s a sense of connection in those moments that I crave, a momentary banishment of loneliness.

The first is something I’m sure Xaden would be more than capable of providing, if he ever thought of me that way, but the second? He’s the last person I should be craving, but lust and logic never seem to go hand in hand.

“If you’re looking for a little fun, I’m happy to oblige—” Ridoc starts, shoving his floppy brown hair off his forehead with a wink.

“I miss good sex,” I counter, smothering a smile as someone walks from the front of formation toward the dais, indistinguishable through the rows of the squads ahead of us. “Besides, apparently you’re spoken for.” Have to admit, it feels good to tease a friend about something so trivial. It’s a tiny slice of normalcy in an otherwise macabre environment.

“We’re not exclusive,” Ridoc counters. “It’s like Rhiannon and what’s-her-name…”

“Tara,” Rhiannon offers.

“Will you all shut the hell up?” Dain barks in his superior-officer voice.

Our mouths snap shut, and I roll my eyes.

Mine drops open again when I realize it’s Xaden climbing the steps to the dais. “This is about you,” I whisper to Vi.

Dain glances back at me, confusion furrowing his brow before whipping his attention toward the dais, where Xaden now stands at the podium, somehow managing to fill the entire stage with his presence.

From what I remember reading, his father had that same magnetism, the ability to hold and capture a crowd with nothing but his words…words that led to Brennan’s death.

“Early this morning,” he begins, his deep voice carrying over the formation, “a rider in my wing was brutally, illegally attacked in her sleep with the intent of murder by a group primarily composed of unbondeds. When another rider rushed to her aid after hearing the commotion, she were attacked too.”

A collection of murmurs and gasps fills the air, and Dain’s shoulders stiffen.

“As we all know, the first act is a violation of Article Three, Section Two of the Dragon Rider’s Codex and, in addition to being dishonorable, is a capital offense.”

I feel the weight of a dozen glances, but it’s Xaden’s I feel most of all.

His hands clench the sides of the podium. “Having been alerted by my dragon, I interrupted the attack along with two other Fourth Wing riders.” He dips his chin toward our wing, and two riders—Garrick and Bodhi—break formation, then climb the steps to stand behind Xaden, their hands at their sides. “As it was a matter of life and death, I personally executed six of the would-be murderers, as witnessed by Flame Section Leader Garrick Tavis and Tail Section Executive Officer Bodhi Durran.”

“Both Tyrs. How convenient,” Nadine, one of the new additions to the squad, says from the row behind Ridoc.

I look back over my shoulder and pin her with a glare.

Liam keeps his eyes forward.

“But the attack was orchestrated by a rider who fled before I arrived,” Xaden continues, his voice rising. “A rider who had access to the map of where all first-years are assigned to sleep, and that rider must be brought to swift justice.

Shit. This is about to get ugly.

“I call you to answer for your crime against Cadet Sorrengail, and indirectly against Cadet Melgren.” Xaden’s focus shifts to the center of the formation. “Wingleader Amber Mavis.”

The quadrant draws a collective breath before an uproar rips through the crowd.

“What the hell?” Dain bites out.

Every rider in the courtyard’s attention pivots between Xaden, Amber, me…and Violet.

I squeeze her shoulder. She hates the attention.

“She’s a Tyr, too, Nadine,” Ridoc says over his shoulder. “Or are you only biased against marked ones?”

Amber’s family stayed loyal to Navarre, so she wasn’t forced to watch her parents executed and wasn’t marked by a rebellion relic.

“Amber would never.” Dain shakes his head. “A wingleader would never.” He turns completely to face us. “Get up there and tell everyone that he’s lying, Vi.”

“But he’s not,” I say as gently as I can. I know he cares about her.

“It’s impossible.” His cheeks flush a mottled shade of red.

“I was there, Dain.” Violet confirms it.

„Wingleaders are beyond reproach—”

“Then why are you so quick to call our own wingleader a liar?” My brows rise in challenge, daring him to say what he’s so careful to keep quiet.

Behind him, Amber steps forward, separating herself from the formation. “I have committed no such crime!”

“See?” Dain swings his arm, pointing toward the redhead. “Put a stop to this right now, Violet.”

“She was with them in my room,” she says simply. Shouting won’t convince him. Nothing will.

„That’s impossible.” He lifts his hands, as though ready to cup her face. “Let me see.”

I quickly grab Violet’ shoulder and pull her back toward me, farther away from Dain.

After the Jeremiah incident she told me about Dain’s signet, that he can read memories.

I can’t let him see the memory of Amber’s participation, it will also show him that Violet stopped time.

I can’t let that happen!

“Give me the memory,” he orders.

“Touch me without permission, and you’ll spend the rest of your life regretting it.” She glares at him.

Maybe Violence is a fitting nickname, after all.

Surprise ripples over his features.

“Wingleaders.” Xaden projects his voice over the chaos. “We need a quorum.”

Both Nyra and Septon Izar—the wingleaders for First and Second Wing—climb the stairs to the dais, passing by Amber as she stands utterly exposed in the courtyard.

A familiar chaos fills the air, and we all look toward the ridgeline as seven dragons curve along the mountain, flying straight for us.

In a matter of seconds, they reach the citadel and hover over the courtyard walls. Wind from the strong beats of their wings blasts through the courtyard.

Then, one by one, they land on their perch, Tairn at the center of the grouping, Aon is next to him.

Every line of his frame exudes menace as his talons crush the masonry under his grip, and his narrowed, angry eyes focus on Amber.

Sgaeyl is perched to Tairn’s right, taking her position behind Xaden. She’s just as terrifying as she was that first day, but I still find her beautiful. Nyra’s Red Scorpiontail looms behind her as well, and Septon’s Brown Daggertail mirrors the stance to the left. On the ends, puffing blasts of steam, are Commandant Panchek’s Green Clubtail and Amber’s Orange Daggertail is next to Aon.

“Shit’s about to get real,” Sawyer says, breaking formation to stand at Violet’s side, and I feel Ridoc at my back as he steps closer.

“You can stop this all right now, Violet. You have to,” Dain implores. “I don’t know what you saw last night, but it wasn’t Amber. She cares too much about the rules to break them.”

“You’re using this to get your revenge on my family!” Amber shouts at Xaden. “For not supporting your father’s rebellion!”

That’s a low fucking blow.

Xaden doesn’t even acknowledge it as he turns to the other wingleaders.

He isn’t demanding proof like Dain. He believes her, and he’s ready to execute a wingleader on nothing more than her word. As surely as if they’re a physical structure, I feel my defenses crack on Xaden’s behalf.

Tairn chuffs and every dragon besides Sgaeyl stiffens on the wall, even Amber’s. The riders are quick to follow, silence filling the courtyard.

I know what they see.

Aon showes me what happened last night, in Violet’s point of view.

Amber, the fight before I arrived, and then I see… myself. It’s really strange. I can see myself but in someone else point of view. I was pretty…terrifying. Blood all over my face, my cold gaze.

„That’s why I chose you, little one. You’re ruthless, and you protect those who are weaker than you.”

„Thanks, you know how to compliment someone.” I laugh. Yep, he’s definitely a big softie.

“That spineless wretch,” Rhiannon seethes in front of me.

Dain pales.

“Believe me now?” Vi hurles it like the accusation it is. “You’re supposed to be my oldest friend, Dain. One of my best friends. There’s a reason I didn’t tell you.”

He staggers backward.

“The wingleaders have formed a quorum and are in unanimous agreement,” Xaden announces, flanked by Nyra and Septon while the commandant hangs back. “We find you guilty, Amber Mavis.”

“No!” she shouts. “It is no crime to rid the quadrant of the weakest rider! I did it to protect the integrity of the wings!” She paces in panic, looking to everyone—anyone for help.

As a whole, the formation moves backward.

“And as is our law, your sentence will be carried out by fire,” Nyra states.

“No!” Amber looks to her dragon. “Claidh!”

Amber’s Orange Daggertail snarls at the other dragons and lifts a claw.

Aon swivels his massive head toward Claidh, his roar shaking the ground beneath my feet. Then he snaps his teeth at the smaller orange, and she retreats, her head hanging as she grips the wall again.

“Please don’t,” I hear Violet as she begs.

I can feel the sadness inside me. She’s too merciful.

She turns to Xaden and begs again, her voice breaking by the end. “Please give her a chance.”

He holds her gaze but doesn’t so much as show a flicker of emotion.

Justice is not always merciful.

„Claidh,” Amber whimpers, the courtyard so unbelievably silent that the sound carries.

The formation splits at the center.

Tairn leans low, extending his head and neck past the dais toward where Amber stands. Then his teeth part, he curls his tongue, and he incinerates her with a blast of fire so hot, I can feel it from here. It’s over in a heartbeat.

A gruesome scream rends the air, shattering a window in the academic wing, and every rider slams their hands over their ears as Claidh mourns.

#fourth wing #fanfiction #fourth wing fanfic #the fourth wing #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #liam mairi #oc #the empyrean #xaden x oc #xaden riorson x oc #ridoc gamlyn #rhiannon matthias #imogen cardulo #tairn #sgaeyl #dragons

[igotanidea]

Ego: Jason Todd x fem!reader

A/N: since I fu**** up with naming my fem!OC Cheshire, despite the fact that there is already a character named like this in DC (check this A/N) and have to do some adjustment, this is a story of her transition. Future stories in this Jason x fem!reader verse will be referring to her with the new name (unless stated otherwise).

***

„I think we have a problem.”

“What do you mean “we”? Y/N raised an eyebrow at Jason who entered “her” room in the manor with a bit concerned look. It was Friday afternoon and she was hoping to get some well-deserved rest after whole week of hard work and give herself up to reading, but apparently her boyfriend made different plans.

“You’re right. It’s mostly “you” situation.” He smirked coming closer and sitting on the edge of the bed, eyeing her with that teasing glint in his eyes.

“What are you talking about, Jay?” she rolled her eyes and looked at him, getting more and more annoyed with every second “I’m trying to read. So make your point.”

“You’re not gonna like it.” he warned

“Oh, come on, Jay!”

“Apparently, Roy got himself a girl.”

“So?” Y/N frowned “why should I care? Why do you care?”

“Because apparently she calls herself Cheshire.”

“She calls herself…. “ the girl repeated absentmindedly before it hit her “Wait. What?”

“Yeah……”  

“But that’s my name!”

“I know, kitten.”

“So what, am I just supposed to give it up!?”

“Do you want to?’

“Of course not!”

“So?” he teased

“So? So what?”

“Are you gonna give up or fight?” he smirked

“Jason Peter Todd. Is this one of your post-pit episodes? You are not making any sense in what you are saying right now.”

“How about a little confrontation with the imposter?”

“If she was really first than that would mean I am the imposter.” She sighed and run a hand through her hair and took a deep breath. She was angry about this lapping, but she was also far more reasonable than Jason in her action and knew fighting over something like vigilante name would lead to nothing good. Hence the initial conflict between Tim and Damian when it came to their Robin alter-ego.

“Come on Y/N. You said you didn’t want to give it up.” Jason looked at her, surprise and worry mixed on his face. “Hey, look at me. Are you all right?”

 “I don’t know, Jace. It’s just ….. unexpected. And awkward. And I’m ashamed.”

“Babe…..” he reached for her hands and squeezed them reassuringly “you did nothing wrong. It’s not like you know all the vigilantes on the whole world.”

“Of course not. But this send my confidence to the abyss. I thought I was renowned in the whole world. That everyone heard about me.” (of course she was using irony.)

“You’re so cute, you know.” Jayson smiled and kissed her nose, making her snort “and since you used the word “abyss” I wonder, what are you reading?”

“Irrelevant.” she put the book out of his reach. “You know your best friend could have said something about it.”

“We don’t really share deep details about our personal life, you know. At least, not anymore.”

“Not anymore?”

“He got tired of me talking about you all the time so we had to make some ground rules to avoid bloodbath.”

“You talk about me, huh?” she moved closer to him “I wonder what words do you use, Red?”

“Teasing, unpredictable, sarcastic, stubborn….” he whispered closing the gap between them even more, brushing his lips over hers lightly.

“Mhm. All true….” She purred, her eyes focusing on his lips, her hand traveling up his arm and shoulder, resting on his neck, playing with the hair at the nape “Anything more, baby?”

“Smart. And so freaking beautiful…..” he leaned to her, almost, almost capturing her lips in his, but she pushed on his chest before anything happened.

“Nuh, uh. No can do Jaybird. After all, you said it yourself, we have a problem. No making out until we fix it.”

“I’m not pushing on making out. There are so many different things…..”

“JASON!”

 “Look on the bright side, Y/N. This family has a track record of going through name changing. It validates you as a member of the Waynes.” he shrugged and grinned playfully.

“That’s not really the way I wished to be validated.” She groaned in defeat, burying her head in the pillow. “Besides, to me it’s a sign of being unstable. I mean look at yourself……”

***

“How about whiskers?”

“I refuse to be named after some cat food.” She scoffed angrily. “it’s not even the best available on the market. You’re getting sloppy with your suggestions.”

“At least I got any. You only lay here and complain.”

“Nope. I lay here and look pretty. Don’t tell me you don’t appreciate it.” She grinned stretching her back, exposing a bit of her belly.”

“I won’t take that bait, you little vixen.”

“Your loss.” She twirled a strand of hair around her finger “are there any more famous cats we know about?”

“Puss in boots…..”

“Don’t you dare!”

“How about you call yourself pussy?” he teased with the widest smile on his face and widened eyes

“One thing for sure, you’re not gonna enjoy it for a long time, Jaybird.”

“What?! Y/N!”

“Consider this a punishment.”

“Now, I’m being punished for getting creative.” He pouted dramatically “Thine eyes I love and they as pitying me, knowing thy heart torment me with disdain….”

“Don’t use Shakespeare against me!”

***

“Do you insist on having a name related to a cat?” Dick spoke through the comms. Of course with all the nosy sibling in the manor, no secrets could be kept and soon enough everyone joined the game of inventing name

“Can’t you just focus on the patrol Nightwing?”

“Come on, I’m trying to be helpful here.”

“I was trying to and she punished me in the worst way possible”

“Shut up, Red!” Y/N cut him off before he could spill the bean of their intimate life

“Could you guys stop it?” Damian hissed “It’s disgusting…..”

“Aren’t you an expert on the animals, Robin?” Steph pointed “shouldn’t you be the most creative?”

“I just wish it never came out like this. Listen you all…..” a couple hits and groans echoed through the comms as Y/N fought an assaulter “you only make it worse.”

“I have to agree with her on this one.”

“How can you Oracle?”

“I can. First of all, you should focus on the mission, no distractions, Nightwing…..”

“I am focused!” judging by the sounds he was using his escrima sticks on another men.

“And secondly, all of your ideas are just …. stupid.”

“Now I’m offended” Dick scoffed

“Ask me if I care. Now, Red and ….” Babs hesitated, not sure how to refer to Y/N after all the name drama “… you know who, are waiting for you in the shed, go help them.”

“On it, Oracle!”

*** “ I don’t appreciate this silent treatment from you.”

“Well, you talk for both of us, Red.” Y/N muttered, moving silently through the shed “the point of this patrol was to get in, gather the intel and get out. Without unnecessary noise, so you might wanna cut out on words.”

“Are you scared, Cheshire? Oh, wait, you’re not one anymore…..”

“I hate you.”

“We both know that’s not true, honey.”

“Hello you two.” Dick came out of nowhere “still reviewing options?”

“She keeps rejecting all of my propositions.”

“I don’t blame her. After all, your second vigilante name was not even original. I’m fairly more creative in this area.”

“Then why don’t you come up with something acceptable?”   

“I’m never patrolling with you two again. I’d rather work with Damian or Cass.” Y/N hissed and moved out of the boys sight, ready to finish this mission by herself if needed.

“Well, well, well, look who came to pay me a visit?”

“Hello there, Needle.” she grinned upon seeing the person they were looking for “so wonderful to see you again. How was your Arkham breakout? Was it fifth time this month? You are getting predictable.”

“Not much more predictable than your mind games, Cheshire.”

“Not Cheshire anymore…..” she muttered, getting angry but not letting this emotion cloud her judgement.

“Huh?” Needle furrowed his eyebrows

“Nevermind. I’m still figuring it  out myself.” she shook her head “Do we do it the easy way or…..?”

“Oh, dear girl. You know I don’t abstain from a good fight. And good is not with you.”

“Scared I will get inside your head?”

“Ego.”

“What?” this time she frowned

“You don’t play with heads. Your very skillful at playing with ego.”

Then it struck her. Ego. That was the name for her. No matter how she hated it, Needle was right. That was what she was always aiming at. Finding insecurities, choosing good words to mess with people’s inside.

“Y/N!” Jason’s voice brought her back to reality. Only then she realized she just froze at the spot with blurry eyes fixed in the space. If it wasn’t for Red (who accidentally used her real name) she would be knocked out by the villain coming right at her “Come on, what is wrong with you?! MOVE!”

“I see you did not come alone, Y/N.” Needle giggled “it’s so good to see some things doesn’t change. You still need bodyguards. Come on, Nightwing. Don’t be shy! Come out to play!”

“Long time no see.” Dick stepped up front

“Really?” Needle tapped his chin “What day is today?”

“Friday.”

“So, it’s barely been two days. Miss me much?”

“Extremely.” Y/N rolled her eyes “If you don’t want to play why don’t you tell your minders to come out as well.”

“You hurt me, Y/N. You assume I’m not here by myself.”

“And I’m right, am I not?’

“Of course you are. You always are.”

“You heard that, Red?” the girl turned towards Jayson “I am always right. You might wanna remember that.”

“Mhm, sure, noted. Now, you mind using your fists to fight?”

“Combat’s not my style. But sure I can fight. “ she shrugged “I go right.”

“I hate you.”

“Do you really?” she grinned and moved to strike back Needle’s backup. “We’ll discuss it later”

***

“Why did you freeze?” he asked some time later, after they completed the mission and returned to the manor to exchange information with the rest of the team. As usual, after the reporting, it was time to patch each other up and Jason used that to interrogate his girlfriend.

“I did not. I ….. restrained from attacking.”

“Bullshit. You froze like a deer in the headlights. You could have gotten hurt.”

“I’m sorry, you do realize you are dressing my cuts at the very moment?”

“It could have been worse. And you know I can’t have that. Y/N” he cupped her cheek making her look at him “Why? Tell me so I know how to avoid you getting yourself killed in the future.”

“Because of his words.” She sighed

“I don’t get it. You are not the one to fall for words. If anything, it’s the other way round. Are you losing your skills?”

“Shut up.” She muttered trying to yank free but he did not let her “He actually gave me an idea for new name.”

“Really?” Jay raised an eyebrow “and what may that be?”

“Ego. He said I was playing with ego and as much as I hate to admit it, it fits me more than Cheshire.”

“So no more kitten?”

“No.”

“That is disappointing. How am I supposed to call you when we are alone then?” he pouted

“Guess you will have to figure it out, Jaybird” she smiled pecking his lips lightly “I wonder how creative you can get…..”

“You should know I can come up with dozen of ideas…..”

“Great. Because your punishment is still on….”

“Y/N!”

“Mhm, I remember. Good luck getting creative Jace.”

“When this is over, I will get my payback on you.”

“Counting on it.” she smirked

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Hi, can you write something with neymar where he and reader had a fight and some fluff later maybe ? thankyou !

I loved this request!!!!

I hope you like it ✨✨

Everything I need

Neymar was mad at me.

He wouldn’t even speak with me.

Why?

Simply because ai had missed his march with PSG yesterday.

Just one match.

I had worked all day long and couldn’t wait to go home and sleep but unfortunately to me PSG was playing that night so I had to go and cheer for my boyfriend and for his team.

The problem was that I had fallen asleep and missed the match.

When I woke up I saw the million messages Neymar left me during the break and when I called him back it was too late.

I tried to wait for him to come back from the match but truth was I was still very tired. I had a week full of meetings and working for one of the most famous tourism agency in Paris was huge. Not everyone could have that spot. But with my studies and my hard work I made it into my dream agency.

But it was also a month before Christmas and I know that people love to spend holidays in Paris so I worked more and were hardly at home.

When Neymar got home he found me asleep on our shared bed.

He was mad but decided not to wake me.

Morning came and he was ignoring me. When I woke up he wasn’t in bed like every single morning but he was already in the kitchen having breakfast.

“Good morning” I said to him hoping he wasn’t mad.

Boy, I were so wrong.

He ignored me.

It made me feel so guilty but at the same time it made me so angry. I wasn’tin the wrong, or so I thought.

“Ney?” I said trying to catch his attention but nothing.

“I’m talking to you” I said louder this time.

He wanted to act like a child?

“Oh so you remember you have a boyfriend?” he said, his voice filled with venom.

“Ney I’m sorry I fell asleep yesterday” I tried to explain.

“Oh I know, I saw you sleeping peacefully when I came home, I didn’t wake you, I didn’t want to wake her majesty the sleeping beauty” he said with high tone, almost screaming.

This hurt.

I tried to fight back tears.

But he was getting so mad for nothing.

We never fought like this.

“Ney, my love, I was so tired from work…” I tried to explain but he wouldn’t listen.

“Sure…well to let you know, we won and I scored, twice, but guess what? My girlfriend wasn’t there to cheer up for me” he said getting angrier.

“Ney would you listen to me for a second?” I screamed back. He knows I hate when people scream, it scares me but this was the only way he probably would have listened.

“Go on” he simply said.

“I was tired from work…” I lowered my ton a bit.

“You already said that”

“Would you let me finish?” I was on the verge of tears. I’ve never seen him like this.

Everyone knew Neymar’s ego was huge but he was acting like he was the king of the world and it was pissing me off.

“I work 12 hours every fucking day. I’m barely at home. I have meetings every single day and I’m about to lose my mind so don’t come at me telling me I missed your fucking stupid game okay?” I screamed.

“My fucking stupid game? You know how much it’s important to me! I needed you there! What kind of girlfriend are you?”

“The kind of girlfriend who wants to have her own career! Why does only yours matter? What about me? Am I not allowed to have my dreams? Am I not allowed to build up my career?”

“You know this isn’t what we’re talking about!” he screamed at me making me flinch a bit.

This was getting serious.

“Yes this is what we’re talking about! You’re ego’s too big you don’t care about other people’s dreams! I’ve worked my ass of to get where I am today! So, excuse me if after 12 hours of nonstop work I just wanted to sleep!”

“You don’t even have to work! I can provide for you and you know that!” he said trying to play the victim.

“Neymar this isn’t about money! I don’t want your money! I just want you to understand that the world doesn’t revolve around you! I’m trying to tell you that I’m sorry if I missed your game but I want you to put yourself in my shoes…I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep and you’re making a drama about it!”

“I’m not making a drama I just wanted you to be there and you weren’t!”

He wouldn’t understand.

I was already tired and it was only 9 am.

I decided it would be best if I left for some hours.

I left the kitchen without saying nothing.

“Where are you going?” he asked me.

“To work” I lied. It was saturday and my agency was closed on the weeknd but apparently he didn’t know or he didn’t care.

“If you leave now I don’t know if you’ll find me here when you come back home” he said not even looking at me.

So was it?

It was over?

“Just get down of your fucking pedestal Neymar” i said closing the front behind me.

I went straight into my car and drove.

Don’t know where I was going but I had to clear my mind.

Neymar’s P.O.V.

I’m an idiot.

I just let the woman I love most in the whole world go.

Because I got mad for something stupid.

I know she wasn’t going to work, she doesn’t work on the weekends which means I really let her down if she had to lie to me.

I’m a fucking idiot.

I decided to stay home that day. I would have missed training but I didn’t care. I needed to find a way she could forgive me.

I had to apologize.

Just a couple of hours later she came back home.

I was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Truth was I wasn’t watching TV, I was still looking for a way to apologize because I knew I messed up.

When my eyes met hers my heart broke.

She cried.

She was still crying.

And it was all my fault.

“Baby” I said standing up from the couch and going towards her “I’m an idiot, a completely fucking idiot” I wrapped my arms around her but she didn’t say anything.

Instead she cried harder on my shoulders.

Fuck…

“Baby listen to me…I’m so sorry, I acted like a dick. You’re so right and I’m so proud of you for achieving your goals, you have no idea how proud I am” I said kissing her head “You’ve been working so much these days and I can’t imagine how tired you must be, I’m sorry I overreacted, can you please forgive me?” I asked her almost crying.

She looked at me with her gorgeous eyes and she smiled a bit.

“I forgive you” she whispered her and I thank her for letting me having this second opportunity. She could have easily broken up with me, they way I acted like a dick and the way I treated her.

I smiled at her and kissed her.

I guided her on the couch, me sitting on it and her on my lap while we continued kissing. I held her close because that day I almost lost her.

I couldn’t imagine spending a singe day without having by my side.

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Inner Thoughts

❧ Twisted Wonderland, self insert

TW! Angst and Profanities

Summary: After a long, tiring day, little (y/n) had an unexpected conversation with someone, or rather themselves...

You walked inside the Ramshackle dorm with Grim in your arms. Both of you were wounded from a battle between a student who unexpectedly overblotted. Unfortunately for you, your injuries were badly worse than Grim’s. You put the sleeping cat monster in your bed and headed to the bathroom. You were covered in dirt with few scratches. Turning on the faucet, place your hand on it, and splashed the water on your face. 

As soon as you finished washing, you heard a familiar voice. “You must be quite exhausted, aren’t you?”

You gasped and opened your eyes, seeing yourself in the mirror in front of you. “Huh?”

“Those scratches would take a week or two to heal. Unless there’s another overblot occurred.” 

Your eyes expanded, taking a step back when you realized your reflection speaking. “Wh-Who- What?” You let out a nervous laugh, “Ha ha, this is all in my head. I’m just tired from the battle.”

“But you want all of this to end, don’t you? I mean, who wouldn’t? They never even bother to compliment or thank you after all the trouble they made you go through.

You gasp in shock when your reflection talks back. You could feel your heart beating faster, frightened and anxious about what was happening. “W-What’s going on? Who are you?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I am you of course. Basically, you’re essentially just talking to yourself. We both really need to discuss about your problem.”

“What problem? Everything is fine.”

“Don’t lie to me. I’m literally yourself; your thoughts, your mind. You know what I’m talking about.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, taking a deep breath. “You’re right. I’m tired of all of this. Crowley kept giving me work and this overblot issue wouldn’t go away. I couldn’t catch a break or rest easy when every problem or duty kept popping out of the blue.”

“Hm. Not only that, you were always put in their problem, forcing you to fix it for them. You’re basically known for the school’s therapist at this point.”

“W-Well, what else can I do? Even if I talk to Crowley about it, I bet he won’t give a shit. ‘For I am kind and gracious’ my ass. Heck, I don’t even think he’s actually looking for a way to bring me home. Days have turned to a week, and weeks have turned into months. There hasn’t been a single update from his research. It’s obvious he wants me to stick around and make me do all of his work.”

“Don’t forget, he threatened to drop your food supply too when he wants you to do something.”

You scuffed, twisted the faucet off and walked away from the mirror. “I knew Crowley is not a good person. But thinking about it now, he’s literally the worst! I swear he’s probably worse than anybody here! Oh, if I get my hands on him-”

“But what about your friends?”

You turned back to the mirror, seeing yourself with an innocent face. “What?”

“Your friends.”

“Yeah, what about them?”

“Do they know you’re struggling?”

“N-No-”

“Do they know that you’re stressed? Tired? Angry? Homesick? Depressed? Traumatized?”

“Look, I don’t want to be a burden to them-”

“What kind of friends are they when they don’t know how you feel? They already know you’re magicless and from a different world. Yet, they behave like you knew everything about magic and this place, and laugh when you get clueless. Have they ever thought about what your world is like? Do they realize how much you miss your friends and family back home? It’s quite sad if you asked me.”

“I… I need you to stop right there-”

“And Grim as well. Sure he’s a cute little gremlin, but he keeps acting all high mighty and calling you his henchman. Does he even see you as your friend at all? Despite the fact you two are inseparable, he doesn’t know you feel this way.”

“Sh-Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Oh, but you know I’m correct, though, right? You are magicless, why would they all want to be with you? They don’t care about you; they want to use you! You are like a tool to everyone here: Useful until they don’t need you anymore. You will become nothing, useless, no value to them sooner or later. All of them will ignore you, leave you alone, and they will eventually leave you to die. Just as Crowley did when he ignored your call for help while you were trapped in Scarabia!”

“I SAID SHUT UP!”

You threw a powerful punch onto the mirror, shattering it to pieces. You held onto that posture for more than a minute while taking deep breaths. You slowly realize what you’ve done as you felt the warm liquid dripping from your hand. Look down at both of your hands, one is clean while the other is covered in your blood. You ignored the mirror shard on the floor and turned to sit with your back against the sink. Placing your hands onto your face, you let out a sob. You began crying on that spot, not caring if anybody walks in on you.

 “We don’t deserve them,” The voice in your head continued, “We don’t deserve any of this. They don’t know the pain and struggles we’ve gone through. You’ve been selfless this whole time. Don’t you think it is time to be… Selfish for once?”

Only the sound of sniffling could be heard as silence descended. Later, a soft chuckle was heard, followed by a loud laugh. The laughter could be heard throughout the hall. There was no joy or softness to the sound of laughter. But more melancholy. Hopeless. Desperate. It all stops when you let your hands down onto the sharp shards. You grabbed one and faced it towards you. Turning it in your direction, you see your reflection, return to normal. You felt something crack inside of you. Like your heart being dripped with a familiar black ink. The aura around you felt chilly.

“If they get to have their villain arc…” The glass shard reveals a smirk on your face, “Then why don’t I start with mine?”

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[cryptiles]

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RANDOM TEXTS — PART 1 / PART 2

— details ; brothers x gn! reader ; head-cannon based ; 〘🐙〙 ; obey me m.list ; they/them/you/yours

— summary ; domestic texts between you and the brothers

— requests are open as of 17/8

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LUCIFER

“ good afternoon mc , are you home ? “

“ yeah i am , why ? “

“ a package was just delivered to the front porch , do me a favour and check it for me would you ? “

“ ofc ofc , give me a sec. “

“ are these flowers ? “

“ do you like them ? “

“ THANK YOU , OMG THEY’RE SO PRETTY 🥴“

“ i would love to go back to 2 seconds ago where we were relishing in the moment without the mention of fathers name. “

“ 🏃‍♀️“

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MAMMON

“ oi ! i’m stuck out in the rain tell lucifer i’ll be late for dinner. “

“ pftt .. imagine. “

“ don’t laugh at me ! i wore an expensive jacket out today too … now its ruined. “

“ wru rn ? “

“ outside some randos shops shelter. “

“ jeez everyones wet and soaked as fuck , smells like shit. “

“ LMAOAAOO HELP 🚶‍♀️ but anyways i’ll come pick you up if you want. “

“ wait what ? you’re gonna walk here in this type of heavy rain ? “

“ umbrellas exist dumbass. “

“ YEAH BUT STILL , i wouldn’t wanna trouble you it’s just a bit of rain. “

“ nothing the great mammon can’t handle ! 😈 “

“ yeah yeah … i’ll wait for you in your room , movie night remember ? “

“ WELL NOW THAT YOU’RE WAITING FOR ME THE GREAT MAMMON WON’T LET YOU MISS ME FOR LONG ! “

“ IM RUNNING BACK NOW , DONT YOU DARE STEP OUT IN THE RAIN. “

“ jackass 😒 “

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LEVITHAN

“ MC ! COME TO MY ROOM RN ASAP 💯 “

“ for what ? i’m lazy to leave my bed. “

“ WELL “

“ GUESS WHAT 🤭 “

“ I GOT EARLY ACCESS TO THAT ANIME YOU LIKE FROM THE HUMAN WORLD “

“ EX FUCKING CUSE ME ? HOW ? HUH ? 😀 “

“ SAY SIKE RN 🤨 “

“ IM NOT JOKING MC GET HERE RN , OFFER LASTS FOR THE NEXT 5 MINUTES “

“ ILL BE COUNTING “

“ LEVI I FUCKING LOVE YOU RN IM OMW “

“ YOU WHAT ? “

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SATAN

“ pick me’s are more infuriating than popular wannabes. “

“ i rest my case. “

“ they’re equally as annoying , both types can’t keep their mouths shut. “

“ disagree. pick me’s act upon it changing their tone of voice and putting others down for their own gain. “

“ that’s a lowball. “

“ okay yeah valid point but then again you could argue that the wannabes have a chance of dropping their now friends for the more well-known group. “

“ meet me at the library in 5 , i’ll make some tea for both of us while we discuss this. “

“ are we really debating over high school drama … “

“ yes , it’s important. “

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ASMODEUS

“ mccc !! “

“ mc ! “

“ sweetieee “

“ answer me love 😾😾😾 “

“ sorry sorry , mammon was speaking to me. “

“ you know , you should stop hanging out with him and instead with me ! 🤗 “

“ but moving on ! i found this adorable pair of boots that would look absolutely gorgeous on you. “

“ ugh ! imagining you in those already makes my heart flutter you’d look so adorable 💕 “

“ mc ! i’ll swing by the house and pick you up get ready in 15 minutes hon , we’re going on a shopping spree. “

“ HEOBDDK SEND ME THE ADDY BABES ‼️ “

“ ILL WALK OVER “

“ NO NO DONT YOU DARE ! “

“ i’ll come pick you up sweetie there’s no way i’m letting you walk here all by yourself ! “

“ what if someone steals you away from me while im not there ? 😾 “

“ alright alright YOU BETTER BE HERE SOON “

“ also you’re spending too much time with satan , the amount of times you’ve used that angry cat emoji is concerning … “

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BEELZEBUB

“ BEEL WRU ? “

“ THIS IS AN EMERGENCY ‼️ “

“ mc ! are you alright ? do you need help ? are you hurt ? “

“ NO NO NONE OF THAT “

“ i’m just extremely tired today and i don’t feel like walking down the long hallway for dinner … “

“ could you come to my room and give me a piggy back ride ? 😁 “

“ oh “

“ thank goodness you’re not hurt. ☺️ “

“ but sure :D i’m omw to your room , hang tight mc. “

“ ilysm 🫶 “

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BELPHEGOR

“ wru ? “

“ my room , why ? “

“ come to the planetarium “

“ the stars are really pretty tonight “

“ they remind me of the celestial realm , where we couldn’t admire our own stars … “

“ but here , i’m able to do one of my favourite activities with everyone , with you. “

“ i told you i forgave you belphie. “

“ please don’t beat yourself up on it anymore. “

“ how did you know ? “

“ you never have enough energy to type this many words 🥱 “

“ also open the door , i think you accidentally locked it. “

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© 2022 cryptiles. please do not repost / translate my work and post it to other social media websites without permission , thank you.

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Sunshine for Everyone pt.2

Pricefield! Fluff!

Life is Strange - Max Caufield x Chloe Price

After saving Chloe at the expense of Arcadia Bay, our favorite girls are forced to flee their hometown. It soon becomes apparent that while they can run from the storm, running from their desires just isn't plausible.

click here for part one

“I swear I could sleep forever,” Max mutters, cuddling into the blanket further. The motel had proven to be a good idea, using someone else’s hot water and blankets was always nice. The pair were too tired to even notice the television only had four channels, or that the mattress was a little lumpy. Maybe things just weren’t so bad if they had each other.

“We can stay as long as you'd like,” Chloe trails off, “s’cheap enough anyways we deserve a vacation.” she babbles with eyes half closed, no longer sure of her words. The girls lay in bed, inches between. The last room available happened to be a single, and she had managed to haggle the price down, so fucking score again. When the man in the office mentioned the single bed, Chloe felt something flutter deep in her gut. It was a giddy, childlike feeling, but muddled with some sort of anxiety. 

Max shifted in the bed, mind still racing, “Will you hold me?” She heard the words fall from her lips before they even registered in her brain. The question appears to catch both girls off guard. It hung in the air for a moment, Max began to babble, face growing red, “I- 'm sorry I really didn’t mean to… I just, I can't stop it's all too much. I don’t know what's w-wrong with me.”

Without hesitation, she pulls the smaller girl into her arms, as if rehearsed, as if Chloe had been waiting a lifetime. Instantly the tension evicts Max’s body. The sweet musk of her shampoo, perfume, whatever it was completely enveloped Chloe. Holding her tight just felt natural, like all was well with the world. Comforting others has never come easy for Chloe, always awkward, never knowing what to say or do. Not with Max though, she made everything easy. Existing with her felt like hearing an old song and singing along perfectly, yet recalling none of the lyrics. She traces small circles into Max’s back, the smaller girl somewhat buried in her chest.

“There is nothing wrong with you,” Chloe starts, angry at the world for putting her max through all of this, “y-you didn't ask for any of this. You shouldn't have seen even half the shit you did. Max, I swear to you if there was a way I could take it all away, I’d do it.” Max looks up at her, tears in those beautiful blue eyes threatening to spill. A pang of fear hits Chloe right in the gut. Did she say something wrong? Did Chloe cause those tears? 

She begins to ramble, “Shit, I’m not saying I'm not glad I found you again, or that you shouldn’t have saved me or-or anything like that,” a sense of urgency laced her tone, god she was supposed to be helping not making it worse. “I just- I wish I could fix it, seriously Max. I am so so fucking happy you’re with me again. I don’t know, I guess, i-i just feel like it's all my fault” Her voice thickened towards the end, holding back a sob. ‘This is not about you Chloe,’ she thinks, reprimanding herself for being so selfish. But the guilt had been festering, gnawing at her organs like some feral dog with a bone. She was the reason the whole world had turned upside down.

“C-Chloe,” Max mumbled, sitting up to look at her properly. With shaky hands, she took the girl's face in her hands. Forcing Chloe to meet her eyes, hands lingering on her cheeks a bit too long before pushing the messy blue hair behind her ears. Her hands rest languidly on Chloe’s shoulders, reassuring her somehow. Max sat and contemplated her next words before answering, “None of this was you, okay? This is some freak-supernatural stuff okay? I do not blame you. Do you hear me? Please don't ever think that. I’d go through it all again if it meant I had you. Chloe, you're my best friend.”

It was like Max was able to reach inside and undo the knots in Chloe’s stomach. No one had ever done so with such ease, such grace. Not even Rachel, though that hurt to admit. Max just knew her, regardless of the years apart. Deep down, way below the rough punk girl exterior, Chloe was still the same little girl Max had grown up with. A soft smile inched its way to the surface, god how could she not smile looking at her? The way her hair fell, perfectly framed those soft doe eyes. Those fucking freckles and long lashes. The way Max would look up at her, eyelids heavy, how could anyone keep a straight face? Chloe hadn’t realized she was staring until she felt a soft squeeze on her shoulder.

“Thank you,” Chloe mustered up, embarrassment pricking at her cheeks. She shifted in place, yearning for closeness once more. These feelings, they can't be normal. Max’s words reverberate in her skull, ‘my best friend’  they stung a little. Those ten letters formed a lump in her throat, a pit in her chest. The words had some sort of mal effect on her, and she just couldn’t pinpoint the reason. Chloe once again chalked it up to just feeling weird about Arcadia.

The blank look in Chloe’s eyes prompts Max to speak. Whatever had her in such a trance could not possibly be kind. Max used a shaky hand to brush the girl’s cheek, “Do you think we could get some sleep now?” she proposed, pulling Chloe from the complexities that danced in her mind. 

She nods silently and lays her head on the pillow, wriggling slightly to settle in. Max drapes an arm around her shoulders, pulling that mess of blue hair onto her chest. Upon feeling the weight on her chest, Max lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. This was a comfort unknown to her, never before had she felt this light. An absentminded hand travels to Chloe’s hair, despite all the bleach and dye damn it was soft. With her fingers tangled in the blue locks, everything felt right in the world.

“Everything that happened was so terrible,” Max breathes, wanting to offer one final comfort before slumber claimed them both, “It was so terrible, we’re not okay. But we’re gonna be. We can work through it Price, we’re a team and-and we can heal together. I’ll help you, we don't have to face things alone.” max consoled, her voice wavering ever so slightly. 

“It's you and me against the world Caufield, now and forever,” Chloe assured, tightening her grip on the smaller girl, as if afraid she’d get snatched away, “seriously max, what would I do without you?” she let out a small chuckle before closing her eyes and passing out, still entangled with her best friend.

I have yet to begin writing the rest of this (call of duty brainrot is taking over my life) but i promise my google doc has many many ideas. stay tuned ig? lots of love, liz

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