Tumgik
#and just desperately wait for someone to give a shit enough to wanna do something with me
impishjesters · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media
First-time jitters (NSFW-ish)
warning(s): kissing, hickeys, suggestive themes, implied lead-up to sex, sexual jokes note(s): Naked twister kind of joke, not anything in a typical Jax insulting joke form. A/N: I actually really liked writing this, it gave me a chance to write just kissing and while I still suck at it, it was something. Plus I can totally see Jax cracking jokes to keep his s/o from being so tense and nervous. Happy that this didn't push me out of my comfort zone, even if it did make me feel weird about writing kisses. I'm not experienced in that department either. request: Hey I was wondering if you could write a very slight NSFW of Jax and the Reader? Maybe this is the reader’s first time and is nervous about it?
“I’ve uh, never done this before…” You mutter nervously, hands playing with the hem of your shirt.
“What sat on a bed with a man?” Jax snorts.
“Ass, you know that’s not—”
“Oh, you’ve never played naked twister? It’s a little slippery I’ll admit.”
“Jax…”
“See you’re already doing a great job, ya already got saying my name down. Though I’d like to hear it a bit louder and more desperately, maybe a tad more breathy.”
You cross your arms in irritation and embarrassment, this was not how you were going to spend your first time if he kept being a little shit lord and keep cracking jokes. You loved him and tolerated enough of this outside of the bedroom, it wasn’t exactly something you were expecting during such an intimate moment.
As if sensing your thoughts Jax took a seat on the bed and leaned closer, placing a hand on each side of you on the bed. “Oh c’mon angel, I’m trying to ease the tension. Ya more wound up than a music box, if ya this tense it’ll hurt. And we don’t want that.”
Jax wasn’t stupid, he could tell you weren’t ready when the topic was officially brought up and told you he was fine waiting. Blue ballin’ sucked but he’d endure it until you were ready—which was tonight, if you were still up for it.
He caught you chewing on your bottom lip and raised a hand to tap at your lips to get you to quit. “Ya know I won’t do anything to hurt you, especially if ya aren’t into it.” You giggle faintly and he slips his fingers over to pinch your cheek. “There we go, loosen up and I’ll help loosen you up so it won’t hurt. Trust me.”
“That’s pretty bold of you to ask me to trust you of all people.” You tease. However, there is reassurance in the tender touch and his tone that has you relaxing more and more into his touch.
Jax rolls his eyes playfully, giving your cheek another pinch before moving the hand back to the bed. “And ya pretty dumb to trust me of all people.” he pokes back.
It’s all in good fun, it’s not typically how he’d treat someone in bed but you aren’t just any random shmuck in his bed. Plus it’s your first time and he’d rather not make it an unpleasant experience, he would like to get laid more than once after all.
Before you can respond he gives you a quick kiss, shifting to get more comfortable on the bed with you but not making any attempts to undress either of you. “We’ll go slow, ain’t gotta get naked right from the start—though I won’t complain if you wanna strip.” His brows waggle suggestively but his tone is far from it.
“Can we just kiss for now?” Kissing isn’t new and it feels like a nice start to everything, you don’t want to back out now but you aren’t going to just force your way straight into sex.
“Sure doll.”
Jax is surprisingly careful with his kisses, each kiss is sweet yet firm until you find yourself getting impatient at the little pecks and run your tongue along his bottom lip. Working around his teeth takes a few minutes but in no time the kisses grow more heated and full of tongue.
The distance between the two of you gradually closes, Jax sits with his legs loosely crossed creating the perfect little spot in the middle for you. He drapes your thighs over his and tugs you closer to create just the right amount of space between the two of you, mainly so he doesn’t have to keep breaking his back to lean in.
Your hands find purchase around his neck while his hands find home on your lower back. It’s no different than the usual make-out session except this will actually lead to more than just the two of you separating and having to wind down or take care of things separately.
Jax is the first to break away, leaving you panting. You’re such a flustered, red mess and he’s soaking up every little noise and expression on your face. Diving back in he dodges your lips much to your confusion and instead aims for your neck. You tilt your head to give him better access and he peppers the area with kisses and the occasional nibble.
He pulls back after a bit, satisfied to see your neck littered with his marks, and gently guides your head to tilt the other way, giving the same attention to the unmarked side. There’s no way someone won’t say something later, the marks are too obvious and most definitely won’t be covered by your clothes—you’ll have to think of an excuse later.
Eventually, he has to pull away and admire his handiwork again, that smug expression on his face per usual, except the reason is different this time, more genuine. “What a pretty necklace ya got there doll, who bought it for ya?”
Necklace? You weren’t wearing any—oh the hickeys. “Jaaax..” That’s so painfully cheesy that you can’t help but whine and giggle.
“Your damn right I did. Looks so good on ya too.”
He runs his fingers over the fresh marks and you can’t help but shudder at the sensitivity. You don’t remember them normally being that sensitive, but you also don’t remember him ever leaving that many in one sitting. Something tells you those won’t be the only hickeys you’ll end up with.
Your eyes fall on his own neck, bare as ever, and find yourself feeling a little mischievous. “How about we give you a matching one?”
Jax’s arms tighten around you, pulling you closer as if to help give you a better position before his hands knead into your hips. “Oh sugar, I’d be more than happy to be sportin’ a matching necklace with you.”
674 notes · View notes
Text
selfish
Tumblr media
pairing(s): secret boyfriend!eddie munson x fem!reader, mentions of ex!steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: eddie eats you out at your birthday party while you wait for dustin to get your gift but what you don't know is that dustin's gift to you is actually your ex boyfriend steve.
warning(s): 18+ content, oral (fem rec), fingering, slight angst, slight fluff, dom/sub dynamics, some praise kink, minimal degradation if you squint, unholy things happening in the bathroom and unedited work
ALSO THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE SHIT YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES.
NAVIGATION
Tumblr media
"Would you ever get back with Steve?" The question came out of the blue. You and Eddie were standing in the empty bathroom because you wanted to get away for a few moments.
The question caught you off guard.
It all started a few hours ago when the group had surprised you with a surprise party for your birthday.
It was amazing I mean no one had ever threw you a surprise party or even...a party at all.
It made you realize you had friends, real friends and most of all you had Eddie.
Eddie and you had been secretly dating for a few months, you hadn't said anything because there had been a few things standing in your way.
You and Eddie were on completely different sides of the popularity spectrum and he didn't want to make you have to choose between him or your life but you were mostly doing it for Dustin, Dustin wasn't quite over your breakup with Steve Harrington.
He was like a child with divorced parents he desperately wanted back together and you weren't sure how he'd react to your relationship with Eddie. Dustin loved Eddie and he loved you but you're not quite sure he'd love you guys together.
"Why?" you asked softly, Eddie shook his head. He knew something you didn't, you see the only person missing from your birthday party was Steve.
You didn't know that Dustin had left to bring Steve here supposedly he wanted to get back with you.
"I just- I just wanna know" he forced a laugh but you could see he was worried about something.
Eddie knew he should tell you what was most likely to happen but he didn't, he didn't know why but he didn't "No" you hummed "If I wanted Steve I wouldn't be here right now, with you"
"Did you love Steve?" Your eyebrows furrowed but you didn't ask about this sudden line of questioning. You knew Eddie enough to know that sometimes he'd randomly not feel like himself, he'd get a bit insecure but you loved him anyways.
"In a way, yeah but the love I have for you is different than that, it's stronger" you reached up cupping Eddie's cheek and he nuzzled into your hand "I've never loved someone the way I love you"
His eyes ran over your face, searching for any insincerity but all he found was love. He smiled ready to take you away from this party and bring you home but he knew he shouldn't, he couldn't help but be selfish with you.
He wanted you all to himself.
It was funny now that he thought about it, Dustin bringing Steve here to ask you out. He could almost hear your confused laughter.
"Good" he leaned down kissing you and you chuckled softly.
"Good" you whispered back "Did I mention how hot you look in this dress?" He asked biting his lip, his hand slid around your throat, the cold of his ring on your skin made you shiver.
He pulled away for a few moments "I love you too"
"No"
"Well pretty girl, you look absolutely fucking gorgeous tonight, I was thinking about how I didn't get to give you a gift" he carefully dragged his fingers down to your collarbone tracing your skin where there was a faint hickey.
"What's my gift?" You asked looking at him through your lashes and he leaned close, so close you could smell his cologne.
"My tongue" he flicked his tongue teasing you "Between your pretty legs, you like that don't you?"
You nodded your head with a whimper "Right" he taunted "Because you're a little slut right? You like to pretend to be innocent but I know you."
"Hurry up" You whined wrapping your hand around the waist band of his jeans pulling him closer "You're gonna be a good girl?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever" you brushed him off trying to lift his shirt but he grabbed your chin raising your head to make you look at him "Look at me when I'm talking to you. Are you going to be a good girl? I don't care that it's your birthday I'll still punish you"
He was lying, Eddie always gave you special treatment but he'd be extra special when it was your birthday or a holiday.
"I'm gonna be good"
"Good girl" He smirked kissing you, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he pressed you against the door. He slid his hands up your thighs rolling up your skirt around your waist. He pulled away before dropping down onto his knees in front of you.
The sight was almost orgasmic, his hands on the top of your thighs as he stared up at you like you were the most beautiful thing on earth. He licked his lips sliding your panties down your leg and you quickly stepped out of them.
He hummed in satisfaction shoving the panties in his back pocket. "What are you doing?" You laughed "Saving them for later of course" He winked lifting one of your legs over his shoulder.
"You ready birthday girl" you looked down "Always" you muttered and then he dived in his tongue sliding through your folds, his nose bumping your clit. His fingers dug into your thighs and you were sure you'd have bruises by tomorrow.
His mouth moved against you, his tongue sliding through your folds. "So perfect" he groaned against you as you buried your fingers in his hair pulling roughly. Your back arched, your head hitting the door lightly.
"Oh god Eddie" the wet sounds of him absolutely ravishing you rang in your ears. He sucked on your clit pushing too fingers inside you. Your thighs trembled as he fucked his fingers inside you.
You were trying to form words but the way he was making you feel was a little too much. He pulled away "What does the birthday girl got something to say?"
You whimpered in response, your eyes rolling back. You tightened around his fingers, your orgasm coming closer. "Aww is my baby gonna cum?"
You nodded "Say it" he breathed his fingers slowing.
"I'm...I'm gonna cum" you managed to choke out and he smiled in satisfaction kissing the sides of your thighs as he thrusted his fingers inside you. His fingers curled inside you hitting that spot over and over.
You felt like you couldn't breathe contemplating if you wanted to push him away or pull him closer. "Fuck Eddie" you cried out pulling on his hair grinding against his face.
Your orgasm took over you, stars flashed in your eyelids as you moaned his name like it was the only word you knew. He fucked you through your orgasm but he let you relax pulling his fingers out of you and shoving into his mouth. He slipped your thigh off his shoulder holding onto your waist seeing how shaky your thighs were.
"Happy Birthday, pretty girl" he smiled brushing some hair from your face. "I love you"
"I love you too Eddie"
He figured he should probably tell you about Dustin's gift of bringing Steve to ask you out again but when he opened his mouth a knock was heard.
"Y/N are you in there!?" It was Dustin "Uh yeah Dusty" you breathed out quickly shoving your dress back down your thighs.
"Well come out I have a gift for you!"
"A gift?" You whispered looking at Eddie who shrugged.
a/n: idk what this is but i hope you enjoyed the fic, tell me what you think and feel free to request.
Eh, it'll probably be funnier if he doesn't say anything plus he would love to see Steve's face when you turn him down.
If you turn him down...
6K notes · View notes
lexosaurus · 2 years
Text
Phic Phight 2022: Tiptoe
This fic uses a combo of 2 prompts by @phan-pheeking-tastic and @catalystofthesoul
Characters: Danny, Jack, Maddie, Val WC: 4415 Summary: The reveal didn’t go like he thought it would.
[ao3] [ffn]
---
The reveal didn’t go like he thought it would.
It was a quiet affair, much quieter than Danny anticipated. His parents hadn’t yelled or screamed, they just stood there, guns poised to shoot him into oblivion, one smoking from use.
And there was Danny, on his hands and knees on the damp pavement, staring into their eyes through his black bangs.
He remembered how Maddie whispered, trying to insist that it wasn’t him, that it was Phantom tricking them both, but when Danny met his father’s gaze, he knew that it was all over. Jack Fenton was nothing if not a family man. And although oblivious to many things, Phantom wasn’t someone who could fool him so easily like this.
Danny remembered bowing his head, waiting for his father to take that final shot. Just waiting as ectoplasm dripped on the ground like a clock ticking away the time.
But that didn’t happen. They didn’t shoot.
They didn’t yell.
They didn’t scream.
They simply turned around and walked away.
And that hurt more than anything else.
Danny wasn’t sure if he could go home. He didn’t know if they would let him into their house, if he expected them to say, “Well, the jig is up! Back to the Ghost Zone with you, spook!”
So he curled up in the alley for far too long, pressing himself against the wall and swallowing the lump in his throat until he couldn’t swallow it any longer.
Something, sometime later, snapped inside of him. His vision blurred, and he sobbed.
But like everything else that night, his sobs weren’t a loud affair either. They were quiet, muffled, in some desperate attempt to control the situation, his emotions, to not alert anyone, his parents.
Eventually, the tears dried—even though it felt like he still had more to give—and the raw emotions left him exhausted. He wanted to go home.
If he even still had a home.
He decided to risk it, and thankfully his parents hadn’t put up the ghost shield like he was afraid they would. Even so, he didn’t go through the front door. Instead, he phased through his window and flew to the bathroom.
The rest of the night was robotic. Mechanical. Wash the ectoplasm (now blood) off his body, brush his teeth, and drag himself into bed.
And that was the reveal. There was no spectacle, no heartwarming embrace, no I still love you’s and promises that everything would be okay.
Just silence. Whispers. And rejection.
Jazz found out the next morning. Jack and Maddie told her what happened, that Danny was Phantom, and she just said that she knew. She’d known for months.
And that was when the yelling started.
“What do you mean you knew?” Maddie said, her voice tightened in a dangerous warning.
Jazz, however, wasn’t intimidated by this. “I mean I knew. I knew he was Phantom.”
“And you didn’t think to—to tell us?”
“It wasn’t my secret to tell.”
“Wasn’t your—” Danny heard her slam her silverware on the table. “Jasmine Arabelle Fenton, how could you be so irresponsible? Danny is a ghost! Our son is a ghost and you didn’t think it was important to tell us? Are you serious?”
“He’s a half-ghost.”
“Doesn’t matter! He’s still inhuman!”
Chairs squeaked, and something was knocked over.
Then Jazz’s voice started to raise. “How dare you try to blame anything on me! You wanna know why Danny didn’t tell you? Why I didn’t tell you? It’s because of you both! You openly hate ghosts, you talk about your experiments and the shit you’d like to pull on Phantom all the time! Don’t you get how scared—”
“That’s why you should have told us!” Maddie hollered back.
“Oh, so it’s fine to have hated ghosts all these years, but now that Danny is one, you realize it was hurtful? Real fucking—”
“Enough, Jazz!” Jack roared.
“You both are completely blind! So blind to everything this whole time! And maybe you would have known what was going on with Danny if you’d just opened your eyes a little!”
“How were we supposed to know, huh?” Maddie yelled. “What the hell were we supposed to think, that our fourteen-year-old human son was a—was a ghost? That he died and we didn’t even notice?”
Jazz exploded. “YOU DIDN’T NOTICE BECAUSE YOU NEVER PAY ATTENTION! You’ve never noticed a goddamn thing, and whose fault is that?”
“Jazz!”
“No! I won’t sit here and listen to you two try to put yourselves as the victims here!”
There was stomping, footsteps. Danny hovered invisibly in the hallway upstairs, itching to get closer, but also not wanting to alert anyone that he was listening.
“I’m done! I’ve fucking had it!” Jazz’s voice cracked.
“Get back here!” Maddie yelled.
But Jazz had already turned the corner and was flying up the stairs. Danny had just enough time to press himself into the wall as he watched Jazz run by, her face red and streaked with tears.
Danny wasn’t hungry after that.
He left.
He didn’t have a plan in mind. The clouds rolled in overhead, signaling a storm on the way, but that didn’t phase him. It wasn’t like ghosts could get cold anyway.
People recognized him on the street. Children cheered, waving to him as he flew by. Teenagers pulled out their phones to try to get that viral TikTok moment, and adults simply gawked at him, some with fear and others with excitement.
Danny didn’t acknowledge anyone today. He normally would, but then that would mean he’d have to smile at them, and…no, he couldn’t manage that.
He went from building to building, laying atop the cement roofs and staring up at the graying sky, occasionally switching locations when he got bored. The time ticked by, not that Danny was aware of it, until a chill bit his skin and a raindrop splashed on his face.
Danny jolted upright, shocked out of his stupor, to find that the sun had apparently set long ago. He pulled out his phone, but there were no missed calls or texts from his parents.
His heart plummeted, and he put his phone away.
That was fine, he was fine.
A few more raindrops fell onto his skin, and the smell of the air changed to one of cool pavement. He hung his head down, feeling as the rapidly increasing raindrops started sticking his hair to his forehead, but he didn’t move.
What was the point?
It was dark, it was stormy, and there was nowhere else to go.
“Hey!” A voice called out.
Danny flinched, wondering who in their right mind would be crazy enough to come out on a day like tonight, but there was no one else on the roof.
“Phantom!” the voice tried again, and this time Danny was paying attention enough to look up rather than down, and he was met with the descending form of the Red Huntress, who had her blaster pointed at him and cackling with charged electricity.
He wanted to crawl in a hole and die. Of all the nights for her to come looking for a fight.
“Leave me alone, Red.” Danny flopped back onto the ground, spreading his arms out wide. More rain hit his skin, but he didn’t blink.
Red hovered above him, likely contemplating whether to kill him right here or capture him and kill him later. Whatever her decision was, Danny didn’t care.
And then she did something that Danny would never have predicted in a million years: she put her blaster away.
Danny would have made a snarky remark about her going soft, but he wasn’t about to push his luck with this.
Fortunately for him, Valerie apparently had no such reservations. “Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?”
Phantom didn’t respond.
She lowered herself till she was within jumping distance from the ground. On her mental command, her hoverboard folded into her shoes, and she splashed on the roof next to him, putting her hands on her hips as she looked down at him.
Even with her helmet blocking her face from view, Danny was positive she was glaring.
“Why the fuck are you out here? It’s raining.”
“I could ask the same about you,” Danny shot back, though his voice had no bite.
Valerie’s had plenty. “Well I’m out here because I got home from work to find you’re dumbass ectosignature was pinging me from my roof. What’s the deal, Phantom?”
Danny blinked, sitting upright. Sure enough, he recognized this part of town. “Sorry, I didn’t realize…”
“Well, congrats.” She crossed her arms. “What’s gotten into you anyway?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit. I’ve never seen you look so depressed before. I didn’t even know you could get depressed.”
Danny shrugged. “Happy to prove you wrong then.”
She shivered. “If you’re gonna be difficult, can we at least do it inside? It’s fucking freezing out here.”
“Uh…” Danny felt his face morph into the most incredulous look he could muster. “I’m a ghost?”
“And what? Ghosts can’t go inside all of the sudden? What are you, a fucking vampire?”
“No, I—I just…you really want me to go in your room?”
Valerie threw her hands up. “Phantom, it’s fucking cold! Come on before I change my mind.”
“Okay,” Danny said dumbly, following her lead into the roof staircase. As soon as they stepped inside the narrow stairs, she deactivated her suit, and Valerie came into view, still wearing her Nasty Burger shirt.
“Your dad won’t be mad that you’re bringing a ghost into your apartment?”
“My dad’s at work.” Valerie shivered and then turned to glare at him. “You’re fucking cold, you know that?”
“So I’ve heard.”
Danny followed Valerie to her apartment, phasing the water off his body before he stepped inside. Her apartment was cozy. It was small, but with remnants of her past upper-class life scattered throughout. The couch looked too upscale and comfy to have been purchased recently, and some of the vases and decorations that were mounted around the room were almost certainly keepsakes from before.
A pang of guilt hit Phantom. It hadn’t been his dog, sure, but keeping Amity Park residents safe was his responsibility.
Valerie didn’t seem to notice his distress, fluttering about the kitchen putting a pot of coffee on and breaking out sandwich bread and peanut butter. “I’m fucking starving,” was her only explanation.
At that, Danny’s stomach growled. He didn’t remember eating anything today.
Valerie looked at him like he had two heads. “You eat?”
“Uh…surprise?”
Groaning, she pulled out two more slices of bread. “Hope you like peanut butter and jelly, because that’s what Chef Valerie is bringing to the kitchen.”
Danny felt his lips twitch up. “Gordon Ramsay could never.”
“Damn straight.”
Gaining a bit more confidence, Danny stepped forward into the kitchen and collapsed onto one of her counter stools. He propped up his head onto his hand and stared at the black and gray subtle swirls on the island countertop.
“So…” Valerie rocked back onto her heels. “Why were you on my roof?”
“Huh? Oh…I don't know.” Danny glanced away from her. “I uh, can’t go home. I guess.”
“Why not? It’s your lair, isn’t it?”
Danny jerked up, surprised, to see Valerie’s pointed look. “My what?”
She waved him off. “Your home, it’s just your lair, right? All the ghosts live in lairs in the Ghost Zone. You were the one who told me that.”
“Oh…I actually don’t have one.”
“You don’t?”
“Or, maybe I do. I don’t know, I’ve never checked. I don’t really know how it all works.”
“How do you not know if you have a lair? Don’t they just, I don’t know, manifest when you die or something?”
Danny tapped his chin in thought. “I guess, probably. But when I go to the Zone, I usually just stay with Frostbite.” At her lost look, he quickly added, “It’s, ah, an island in the Far Frozen. It’s pretty much floating Antarctica.”
She shivered. “That sounds horrible. And you go there? Well, remember to never invite me to your lair whenever you find it.”
Danny gave her a weak thumbs-up.
“So…” She poured the coffee, trying—and failing—to not look too curious. “If you can’t go home, and home isn’t your lair, then you can’t go to the Far Frozen?”
If Danny was more responsible, he would have just lied. In fact, he should have just lied and said yes, he got in a fight with Frostbite, he just needed space.
But, in fact, Danny wasn’t that responsible. He also was far past the point of caring. If his parents already knew his secret and had all but rejected him, then there was nothing Valerie could do or say now that could possibly make him feel worse.
“My family on Earth. They found out I was their son.”
Valerie’s eyes grew to the size of saucers, and she lowered her cup of coffee from her lips. She stared at him, processing his words until she finally managed to emit a simple, “Oh, shit.”
“Yeah.”
“Like, your family family? Your parents from when you were human?”
“Yeah.” Despite his previous good humor, he heard his voice crack. He ducked in embarrassment and tried to swallow the new lump in his throat.
“Fucking hell, man.”
Danny blinked rapidly, sucking back the tears that threatened to spill. No way in hell was he going to cry to Valerie.
“I’m guessing they didn’t take it well?”
“Not at all.”
Valerie wordlessly offered him a cup of coffee with his sandwich, which he was almost relieved to take.
“What’d they say?” she asked.
“That’s the thing, they didn’t really say anything at all. They just left.”
“You think they thought you were lying or something?”
“No. No, they knew. There was no way I could have lied.” Danny replayed the events in his head, his mind pausing at the image of Jack’s face as soon as it hit him what Danny truly was. “They knew, and they left. We were outside, and they just…went home. Left me there. I don’t know.”
“Ouch. That’s cold.”
Danny nodded, sipping his coffee. It burned his tongue, but he didn't care.
And besides, he was a ghost. His tongue would be healed in an hour.
Valerie bit into her sandwich. “I’m sure they just need time or whatever. I doubt they expected that their son would have turned into Phantom.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I mean, what are the chances, right? Of all the things I could have become, I became the ghost protector of Amity Park.” He grinned bitterly. “It’s the worst thing they could have imagined me doing. They hate ghosts, they always have. Now not only am I a ghost, but I’m the one that hangs around Amity Park that they see every day. I should have known. I did know. I just never expected them to…I don’t know, I would have thought they’d at least say something. I just didn’t expect them to walk away.”
“It sounds like they’re just shocked. Give them time, they’ll come around.”
And so he did.
Days passed, and Danny gave them space, he gave them time. He only spoke unless spoken to, he didn’t make unnecessary noise in the house, he didn’t annoy them, he didn’t really talk to them at all. He showed up for family meals when Jack requested them on Sundays and otherwise, he kept to himself.
He was a model son.
And days passed, which turned into weeks. Danny kept waiting for them to stop him as he was leaving the kitchen at night, to ask him to sit down, to talk to him, to bring up Phantom, to tell him that either they loved him or they needed him out by midnight. He kept waiting, kept waiting, kept waiting.
But they didn’t say anything.
They hardly looked at him, and when they did, it was awkward. Like they had forgotten that this was the same kid they’d spent the last fourteen years raising.
More than a few times, when Danny left the room, he could hear his mother crying.
As time passed, his disgust in himself only grew. His parents had spent their entire careers developing the information and technology to hunt and dismantle ghosts, and now he dared to become the ghost that they hated the most? And live with them? Force them to look at him?
He was terrible.
Phantom was supposed to make people happy. He was supposed to make people feel safe and secure. He was supposed to protect people.
And yet here he was making his mother cry by just existing.
The weeks continued until a month came to pass. A month of awkward stares, tension, whispers. A month of Danny hiding, of him staying out late—far past curfew—and his parents not saying a word. A month of them treating him like…
Like a ghost haunting their home.
Sunday sit-down dinner came again, and like the past four Sunday dinners, Danny found his eyes glued to his plate, quietly eating. The tension was palpable, and none of Jazz’s frail attempts at initiating conversation could crack the feet of ice they’d encased themselves in.
Finally, the dinner ended, and the Fenton family quietly settled into their roles. Danny was scraping food into the trash cans when Jazz threw the sponge in the sink, flipping off the faucet.
“Okay, everyone!” She announced, turning to face the family.
Danny blinked up at her.
“Everyone into the living room! I’m calling a family meeting!”
Maddie looked at Danny uncomfortably. “But Jazz, we need to clean up from dinner first.”
Danny looked away, his stomach suddenly hollow despite having just eaten.
“I don’t care, I’ll clean them later. Let’s go, we need to talk.”
And with that, Jazz grabbed Danny’s arm—who did not yelp, thank you very much—and all but dragged him into the living room with their parents in tow.
“Jazzercincess, what’s this about?” Jack asked, settling onto the couch. “Is everything alright?”
“No, everything is definitely not alright.”
Maddie looked away guiltily.
“Ever since you guys found out about Danny, this house has been completely unbearable. Watching the three of you try to interact at all is painful. I’m sorry for butting in, but I refuse to live in a house where nobody can stand to be in a room together.”
“Jazz honey, that’s not true. We love both of you very much.”
“Oh? Then why have you both decided to stop acting like Danny was a member of this family too?”
Danny felt his face heat up. “Jazz, it’s fine. Really, it’s fine, I don’t care.”
“Bullshit, Danny!” Jazz smacked his arm, turning back to their parents. “I know Danny is Phantom. Sorry, but that’s the truth! You can’t just hide away and pretend like that night never happened!”
“We’re not pretending like it never happened,” Maddie said sharply. “It was just very shocking to us both and your father and I need time to process it is all.”
“It’s been a month. If you haven’t processed it on your own by now, then this intervention is definitely needed.”
“Jazz, honey—”
But Danny had heard enough. He phased away from Jazz and stood. “Listen, I’m sorry, okay? I know neither of you wanted me to end up like this. I’m sorry for being a disappointment, I’m sorry. I never wanted to be Phantom, it just happened. I get it, it’s fine, I’ll just go.”
“Danny!” Jazz sprang up.
But he was done. “No, really, it’s fine.”
“Son, wait.” Jack’s voice was pained. “Wait, I’m sorry, sit down.”
“No, it’s—” Danny blinked, and he felt a tear spill over his eyelid. He ducked his head down, trying to hide behind his bangs. “It’s fine.”
“No, honey—”
But Danny was already gone. Transformed and out the door before they could finish their thought.
It was fine, it was fine. He didn’t care that his parents were still processing, he didn’t care that his parents couldn’t stand to be in the same room as him for a simple conversation, he didn’t care.
Tears blurred his vision, and he could have turned intangible to avoid the tree branch that hit his shoulder, knocking him onto the dirt, but he didn’t.
He wheezed, feeling the grass tickle his cheek.
He was fine.
The stars were out tonight, and Danny couldn’t think of a reason to move. He traced them with his eyes, naming each of them as he went. He found Saturn, bright against the sky, and even saw a satellite trail by.
He was fine.
The Earth turned as the hours passed, and with it, new stars appeared, new constellations, new things to look at.
He was fine.
He wasn’t sure how long he was laying down in the field. He didn’t know how much time had passed. He wasn’t aware that the grass had grown damp in the chilled night and that dew was soaking his jumpsuit.
He was a ghost, and ghosts didn’t feel cold. He didn’t need to go home, he could just be outside. Right here.
Eventually, he heard footsteps, but he didn’t bother to move. Whoever it was would likely just snap a photo of him and leave.
“Clear night, huh?”
Danny sat up, twisting around to see his dad’s giant figure hovering beside him.
He swallowed thickly and nodded, turning his attention back to the stars. He was in Phantom form, and his dad hated Phantom. He would probably just tell him off for missing curfew and then would leave.
After all, Jack Fenton would sooner be caught dead than interacting with Phantom casually.
“I remember when your mother and I took you to Cape Canaveral. You remember that? We went to the space center?”
Danny nodded, the fuzzy memory coming to surface. He had been young at the time, but he remembered the big rockets, seeing the prototypes and pieces from the Apollo missions. It was an older memory, from back when they were still a happy family.
Back before Danny ruined it.
“One of the nights we drove out from our hotel and took you guys to see a rocket launch. You remember that? You were so tired, I think Jazz fell asleep at some point, but you were so excited. I’ll never forget that.”
Danny chewed on his lip. He remembered that too. “The sky turned orange.”
“Yeah!” Jack’s voice brightened. He sat down beside Danny. “We were a couple miles away too, but you could still hear it like it was right in front of you. You remember that?”
“I do.”
“That was such a fun trip. I loved spending time with you and Jazz.”
Not like now, Danny wanted to say. You can’t enjoy spending time with me anymore because I’m a ghost, right?
Jack sighed. “Danny, I know I haven’t been the best father lately. And I’m sorry. I…no, there’s no excuse. I should never have left you alone that night. We shouldn’t have walked away.’
Danny ducked his head.
“I’ve replayed that night over and over so many times. Every time, I see myself walk away from you. And every time, I wish I could take it back. I wish I could have had the courage to turn around.”
“It’s fine,” Danny said, his voice tight. “I get it. I’m fine.”
“It’s not fine. It’s never okay for a parent to do that to their child.”
“No, it’s—it’s—” Danny wiped at his eyes. “I’m half-ghost, so I know that…that you never wanted this. I know that.”
Jack was silent for a moment. “Danny, I was never upset at you for being half-ghost. I was upset at myself for ever letting you get hurt. When I saw you…well, all that I could think of was that a parent is supposed to protect their kid. And there I was with a gun that I’d just tried to kill you with. It was never about me being disappointed in you.”
“Oh.” Danny sniffed, his walls starting to crumble. “Then why have you—you and Mom been like this? Why have you guys been acting like I’m…I don’t know, like I’m the boogeyman or something?”
Jack wrapped his massive arm around him, pulling Danny in close to his side. “Son, I’m sorry. We were scared for you and we're both so mad at ourselves for letting you ever get hurt, for making you feel unsafe in your own home. We never ever wanted either you or your sister to feel like you couldn’t come to us about anything. And we’ve been so preoccupied with this, that we forgot about what really matters right now: that we’re a family, and families need to be there for each other.”
He squeezed Danny’s arm. His cold, Phantom arm. “You’re our son, Danno. Nothing will ever change that.”
Danny felt his shoulders shake as a sob wracked through his body. And just like that, a month's worth of confusion and pain were free.
He curled in on Jack’s side, gripping his jacket in his fingers just like he used to do when he was a kid. Tears poured out of his eyes in a stream, soaking into his father’s clothing. He gasped for air, and more sobs poured through.
“It’s okay. Let it all out.” His father rubbed his arm gently. “I’m so sorry.”
“I thought—” Danny choked out. “I thought you—you guys hated me.”
“No, we could never hate you. We love you, both of you. We were just scared, and we should never have let that change the way we acted around you.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
At that, another wave of sobs took over Danny. All this time he thought that his parents were disgusted by him, that they couldn’t bear to see his face any longer, and yet that wasn’t true.
He was wrong.
He cried until the tears finally dried and his shoulders stopped shaking. He cried until exhaustion seeped into his brain and involuntarily triggered his transformation back into human form. He cried until every last morsel of anger and pain was expelled from his body.
And then he leaned into Jack’s body, slumped in fatigue, as they both looked up at the clear night sky.
“It’s a beautiful night.”
Danny nodded, his eyes half-lidded as he fought away sleep.
His father nudged him. “Let’s go home, Danno.”
Danny nodded.
Home sounded wonderful.
---
Cat's Prompt: It's dark, it's stormy, there's nowhere else to go.
Pheeking's Prompt: It's been a month since Maddie and Jack saw Danny transform, but they haven't had the nerve to talk about it yet. Danny's avoiding them as much as possible. Jazz is not having it and stages an intervention.
Thanks for reading!!
2K notes · View notes
sunnylands-world · 1 year
Text
Someone forbidden - step dad draco x reader smut @ameliaclare04
Warning 😈
Fingering, p in v, daddy kink I think that's it
Tumblr media
You know why we crave the forbidden, the things we can't have because it shakes the world. The thoughts of someone trying to ruin it makes you love it harder, putting a grin on your face when you think of it. It's all yours, nobody else is brave enough to swim in the deepest end or so enriched in loving,touching,fighting for it that it gives you a thrill. People will try to make you hate it but your mind, body, and soul have already been taken by the need for it. I will forever want the forbidden.
"My god" he says eyes locked with my dripping entrance. His fingers come forward stroking through my folds; a shiver running up my back at the sweet ache for something, anything he'll give me. "it's so pretty and wet" he says with his thumb coming to my throbbing clit as his other two slide into my opening; the cold silver on his pointer finger touching my warm skin. He finds a slow teasing pace moving in and out, in and out; the tips of his fingers tickle the spot deep inside me.
"Draco i-i want" I try searching my thoughts for the word, the intense feeling chilling my bones making it hard to speak. "What was that baby, I don't think I heard you over this wet pussy of yours" he teases, pulling his fingers away leaving me clenching on nothing. "Draco" i whine but he ignores my protest his thick fingers now in between his lips sucking my juices off them. "I know baby, I know" he says, leaning down kissing my lips as his body covers mine. His hips moving in a sliding motion; causing his cock to rub through my folds back and forth, back and forth.
I bit my lip as he disconnected from mine. His head resting in my neck, the warmth of his breath hitting my skin. I buck my hips desperately against him. "Fuck don't do that or I'll slip in I wanna…just stay like this" he groans but I couldn't stop myself at the thought of him stretching my walls. I brought my hips up higher as he slid forward; his cock went in making me moan arching my back into his bare chest.
"shit you desperate little girl" he comes up looking in my eyes, wrapping his hand around my neck. I whimper at the loss of air, "you couldn't wait could you baby, had to have it" he smirks as I nodded. "Tell me you want me," he says, pulling back and thrusting back in; the bed hitting the wall possibly waking my sleeping mother. "I want you daddy" I breathe as his grip loosens. "good girl"
Everything forbidden feels good.
Request open 💙
330 notes · View notes
masivechaos · 11 months
Text
STAINING YOUR SHIRT
james potter x fem! shy! reader
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Request: yes / no
see the request here!
Synopsis: Your friend forced you to come to a party but maybe it wasn't so bad this time
Warning/content: parties, mention of alcohol, kinda insta-love but not really at the same time, my English
a.n.: 1.7k words - shy reader with james >>>
masterlist/ marauders masterlist / navigation
── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚.─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚.───・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚.──
“C’mon it’s gonna be fun!” your friend said as he grabbed your shoulder. “I know parties aren’t your thing but the people I invited are cool!” He tried to convince you as much as he could to come to the party he set up next Saturday and to be honest, you had better ways of spending the evening.
You sighed, pushing the ice cubes inside the beverage with your straw. “Okay, fine…” Your friend let out a ‘yay’ of excitement and got out of the booth to buy some more drinks. You had enough of the puppy eyes he was always giving you and decided to just give in. One night couldn’t kill you, right?
:・゚✧*:・゚
Saturday night came quickly. It must have been two hours since you got here and you spent half of the time standing awkwardly in a corner while your friend was chatting with someone you didn’t know.
The surrounding sounds started to feel too much and you decided to get some fresh air and escape the smell of smoke and sweat. Looking down to avoid people’s stares, you didn’t notice the man in front of you. That’s how you ended up crashing into him, your face hitting his chest.
“Oh shit,” you heard him say and that was the moment you felt your shirt was wet. You looked more carefully at the fabric. Wine. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to!”
You gazed up at the man, a man you’d never seen before. Usually shy, this time you couldn’t even say a word. Your cheeks warmed up, he was maybe one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen, with his dark curly hair, soft brown eyes and dimples.
“Um I-…” The man’s smile widened when he heard the sound of your voice and somewhat it made you even more nervous “I- It’s okay…” You fled his eyes, too scared you’d explode if you kept looking at his pretty face.
You could still feel his eyes on you “Let’s clean this up, yeah?” he asked you, resting his hand on your shoulder. You weren’t fond of physical touch but his felt different, safe and reassuring.
You nodded and followed him to the crowded kitchen, standing against the counter as the man took a towel that he wet before coming by your side “I’m sorry again. I hope the stain will go away.” It won’t, but you didn’t want the hope on his face to go away, it suited him well.
The man was hesitant, didn’t know what to do “Can I?” he asked, pushing his glasses on the bridge of his nose, before he bent his knees and held the hem of your shirt with one hand, the towel with the other. You held your breath as you answered a quiet ‘yeah’.
Carefully, he tried to soak up the wine “You wanna know something?” he said as he looked up at you, you hummed “I don’t even like wine,” he chuckled and you giggled at the way he seemed desperate. He was staring softly at you. Your laugh was adorable.“I’m James, by the way.”
“Y/n,” you simply answered with a small smile.
“How come I’ve never seen you before? You’re one of Jake’s friends, right?”
Your sigh melted with a chuckle “Um… I don’t like parties but he forced me to go to this one.”
James let go of your shirt “I think it’s ruined. I’m sorry…” You offered him a smile as an answer and you hoped it was enough for him to understand you weren’t mad. Even if you were you wouldn’t be able to tell him anyway. Tonight you maybe ruin one of your favourite shirts but you also met James.
:・゚✧*:・゚
You walked back from work, already exhausted when it was just Monday night. You mechanically insert your key in the lock before noticing the package waiting in front of your door. Intrigued, you picked it up and took it with you inside your home.
Finally sat down on your couch, you set the box on your knees and open it. Your eyes widened when you saw what was inside: the shirt James ruin Saturday, but clean, a new one without wine. There was also a note: 
‘Hi Y/n. I’m sorry again for staining your shirt. I didn’t know how to make it up to you so I bought you your shirt :) (I got the address from Jake!) - James’
You were smiling so much, your cheeks were hurting. You felt butterflies growing in your stomach knowing he thought about you after the party, he even bought you a shirt. He bought a shirt for a stranger.
More touched than you thought you would be, you buried your face in the brand-new shirt as you felt your ears and neck turning hot. It was the first time someone had such an effect on you, maybe because it was the first time someone cared so much.
As much as you could try to deny it, you thought about him ever since you quit the party. After he cleaned your shirt, you both spent three hours talking, it was normally too much for you but with him, it was almost not enough. You wanted to see him again but you didn’t know how to though, you were too shy to ask Jake, you felt a little silly.
Therefore, when Jake asked you if you wanted to go to a party next Friday, you could only say yes because it was the only way you could see James again. It was the only thing that was making you accept, if he wasn’t there, you would be back home in a second.
Before leaving, you took time to put on a cute outfit, which you didn’t do last time because you had no reason to and didn’t really care. But today, you wanted to feel pretty, it helped you feel a little more confident and would help you to talk to James, or listen to him without freaking out would already be enough.
You sat on the sofa in Jake’s living room, keeping an eye on the front door, hoping James would open it soon. Fortunately, you didn’t have to wait long, about thirty minutes later, you saw the tall man entering the room.
He noticed you quickly and, after taking the time to greet Jake, sat next to you “Hi, Y/n.” He offered you a quick hug “It’s good to see you here,” he said with such a wide smile it was clear he was genuine.
Intimidated by the way he was looking at you so carefully, you only responded with a shy smile, cheeks and neck and ears growing warm in an instant.
“Did you receive the shirt?”
You nodded.
“Great! I felt so guilty, I had to find a way to make it up to you.”
“I appreciate it James, thank you,” you smiled up at him. You wanted to tell him how handsome he was, how comfortable and well you felt next to him, how much you wanted to kiss the dimples on his cheeks, how you wished you could know him better, what made him so nice? what made him so adorable?
You both stayed next to each other, shoulders touching, on the sofa without talking. That’s what you loved about him, you didn’t know him for a long time, you didn’t know him at all actually but he was matching your energy already. You knew some people who were a little surprised by your shyness and took some time to befriend you. James didn’t care, you discovered today that he could stay hours in silence, as long as it was next to you it was okay.
He spent the night by your side, making sure you were included in the conversations if someone ever talked to him. That’s how you met his best friends Remus, Sirius and Peter. They were nice guys even if Sirius made a joke about you and James being lovebirds. You decided to ignore him.
You started to get tired and you yawned as you took a sip of your drink “Tired?” James asked. You nodded and without even meaning to, you leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling your eyes shut.
James chuckled and you could feel it in his chest “Don’t fall asleep, love.” He helped you get up and suggested to take you home and, too tired to think, you accepted. He walked you to your house, taking your hand in his. You spent the entire walk trying not to freak out, flustered to be this close to James.
“It’s there?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you whispered. You were facing each other in front of your door. James hasn’t let go of your hand yet and you didn’t want him to. For the first time ever, he looked a little nervous.
He cleared his throat “I- Um… I know we only spent like… six hours together? But I really like you and I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me, maybe?”
“Like a date?” you asked shyly.
“Yeah,” he smiled at you, he hoped he wasn’t going too fast. He just liked to be around you and he wanted to know you more. He wanted to keep seeing the way you bite your lips when you are nervous, the light frown of your eyebrows when you were uncomfortable or the shy smile you offered him when you didn’t know what to answer.
Since he first saw you, he couldn’t forget about you. His friends had enough of listening to the way you both met and how sorry James was and how much he wanted to see you again. It never happened to him, to get along with someone so easily. The dialogue between the two of you was easy and when the silence would settle, it would be comfortable and peaceful. He didn’t even think he needed words to understand.
This, plus he thought you were pretty.
“Yeah, I would like to,” you smiled up at him and it was the widest you ever offered him. Maybe- and surely- it was the alcohol in your blood but you wanted to try a bold move. You stood on your tippy toes and pressed your lips to his cheeks, leaving his skin sticky because of your lip gloss.
James’ eyes widened, surprised “I-” he looked down at you in awe as you opened your door. “I’ll see you soon, then,” he grinned. You bit your bottom lip as you waved goodbye and closed the door behind you. You were never more grateful to have ruined a shirt.
── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚.─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚.───・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚.──
⋆ ★ james potter taglist: @ell0ra-br3kk3r @saturnband @cauliflowertree @madison-rebel @moonlitmeeks @rhydianissuperior @loveeharrington @elenatries2write @juneberrie @faeriieblush  @gilmore-angel @heartfucks @sparklenarniawizard @moondemon123 @mystic-writings @siriusblackstwin @natashxromanovf @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @garfieldsladybird @kidcuisinesvcks @percy-the-hufflepuff @fairydxll @imshiningjustforyou @kieracassette @vancitycharlie @doyouknowwhoyouare13 @venussflytraps @pinkdeerd @oncasette @widowbf @starlit-epiphany
76 notes · View notes
broken-clover · 5 months
Text
16- Halfway There
Not sure why I put this prompt in here, it was hard! Hence why this took me so long. Here I tried to focus a lot on sensations, despite not having been to a concert in a while the post-show high still sticks with me. I thought it'd be fun to combine some of that with Sol and Axl since they seem the type to be familiar with it.
-
“How much longer ‘s it gonna be, chief?”
The motor beneath them rumbled, muffling out any actual grumbling that may have been happening elsewhere. “Five minutes after the last time you asked.”
“Which was…?”
He sighed in frustration, loud enough that it was audible over the vehicle itself and the wind whipping by. “We’re ‘bout halfway, give or take. Another hour and a half, probably.”
“Huh. Damn. Didn’t seem that far on the way out.”
“Going to that show was your idea, y’know.”
“Hey, show was good!” Axl shrugged innocently. “Commute’s shit, but the show was good.”
Sol gripped the Firewheel’s handlebars tighter in a desperate attempt to avoid smashing his passenger’s head in. Even if he really deserved it. He heard the man yawn, and, despite not being tired himself, copied the gesture.
“...Guess it was a decent show.” Despite being a music guy, it had been a long time since he’d gone to a live show. Post-apocalyptic bands didn’t hold a candle to the classics, but Sol would admit he missed the simple act of rocking out in a crowd to ear-bursting guitar and drinking a shitton of crappy beer something fierce. Plus, Axl had paid for the tickets, so it wasn’t like it had been a waste of his own money.
A cool spot of wind filled his lungs as he breathed in, and he paused to toss his head back to loosen any stray hair pinned against his collar. The trailing ends of his limiter and the long strands of his ponytail flapped behind like a thin flag. Driving in the dark on a quiet stretch; he’d missed that too.
He momentarily checked the sidecar. Axl had made himself more than comfortable, slouching back into the seat until his knees were almost higher than his head. One arm hung over the edge, fingers spread to feel the air go by.
“Just make sure you’re belted in. Don’t wanna hit a bump in the road and have you go flying out at 80 miles an hour on the highway.”
Axl yawned again. “Dunno ‘bout you Yanks and your weird measurements, but tha’ sounds pretty fast.”
“Yeah. It is. So don’t do it, unless you’re excited to burn most of your skin off on the asphalt.”
“Ew. Nah, pass.” He scooted up until he could prop his chin atop his arms draped along the edge of the car. “Man, it’s kinda nice out.”
“‘s fine if you wanna sleep the rest of the way.”
“Y’don’t mind?”
“Nah. Still a ways to go.” Sol shot him a dirty half-smirk. “Saves me from having to listen to you talk, too.”
Axl gave his sleeve a playful smack. “Piss off, mate, you’re a century old and ya still need driving tips!”
“I’m not taking driving advice from someone who drives on the wrong side of the road.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Mr. Imperial Measuring System. B’sides, we still have better tea.”
“Tea is shit,” Sol shrugged. “Why d’ya think we chucked it in the harbor?”
“Ugh, like five hundred years and you’re still on that?” Replied Axl, rolling his eyes. “...Look, gonna be honest, I did get stranded around there one time. Didn’t realize what I was doing until after the fact. Actually kinda fun. Like trashin’ a hotel room, ‘cept it smelled nicer.”
The driver gave him an odd look. “Bullshit. You’re drunk.”
“Prolly.” Yawning again, he burrowed into the warm bend of his arms. “We almost there, chief?”
“Only been five minutes since the last time you asked. Which was five minutes before the time before that.”
He waited for a response. He didn’t get one. When he could spare a look away from the road, Axl had already conked out, long hair trailing behind in the breeze like a comet-tail.
“...Figures,” he grunted, pressing harder against the gas. “Was actually havin’ fun for a second.”
24 notes · View notes
Text
Might do a version with other singers
Alex I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere / Screaming “who could ever leave me, darling" but who could stay? / I once believed love would be black and white, but it's golden / They all wanna be ya, but are you still the same soul I met under the bleachers? / They say home is where the heart is, but that's not where mine lives / I search the party of better bodies, just to learn that my dreams aren't rare / They see right through me, I see right through me / And I screamed for whatever it's worth, “I love you," ain't that the worst thing you ever heard? / Karma is the guy on the screen, coming straight home to me Claremont-Diaz
and
Henry With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief / Would it be enough if I could never give you peace? / I know better, but I still feel you all around / You are not like the regulars, the masquerade revelers, drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten / To you I can admit, than I’m just too soft for all of it / I’m the one who burned us / I looked around in a blood-soaked gown, and I saw something they can't take away / All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting / And they’ll tell you now you’re the lucky one Fox
and
June Something different bloomed, writing in my room / He was sunshine, I was midnight rain / Lord, what will become of me once I've lost my novelty? / It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you / Could all be separated from my good ideas and power moves? / You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless / I don't like slow motion, double vision in rose blush / I jump from the train, I ride off alone / I hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this Claremont-Diaz
and
Nora I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say / I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost / What's a girl gonna do? A diamond's gotta shine / Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room? / Baby, we're the new romantics. The best people in life are free / You don't know about me, but I'll bet you want to / And I got that red lip classic thing that you like / Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend / I’m so sick of running as fast as I can Holleran
and
Pez When I walk in the room, I can still make the whole place shimmer / Swear to be overdramatic and true / He got that boyish look that I like in a man / You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back / I'll be summer sun for you forever / And when you find everything you looked for, I hope your life will lead you back to my door / He smiles, it’s like the radio / I love each freckle on your face / What if I told you none of it was accidental? And the first night that you saw me nothing was gonna stop me Okonjo
and
Bea What a shame she went mad / I should've asked you how to be, asked you to write it down for me / I’ll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror / Got the radio on, my old blue jeans / And by the way, I’m going out tonight / Karma’s gonna track you down, step by step, from town to town / Everything you lose is a step you take / If a man talks shit then I owe him nothing / All your closets of backlogged dreams, and how you left them all to me Fox
126 notes · View notes
Text
Event: Retribution
Tumblr media
“You just love to run your mouth, don’t you Natsumi? Because you think you’re invincible
Tumblr media
. And you think your precious family name can protect you. But you’re dead fucking wrong about that,”  Sato said with a disturbing chuckle as she opened the box. She pulled out something that was not an instrument, at least not a musical one. It was a metal baseball bat.
Tumblr media
Natsumi’s heart dropped into her stomach as she saw it. She almost couldn’t comprehend it at first. Her facade of confidence dropped immediately. The fear could be seen in her eyes, as she took a step back.
Tumblr media
“Woah, wait. What the fuck?! 
Tumblr media
What the hell are you doing with that? Are you crazy?” Her previous bravado was totally absent from her voice now.
Tumblr media
“What happened to that cocky attitude of yours? You look scared, Natsumi
Tumblr media
. Are you just now getting a taste of what fear and powerlessness feels like? It’s not so sweet is it?” Sato cackled, taking a few steps towards Natsumi, dragging the bat on the floor beside her with a loud metallic scraping noise. Sato was currently standing between Natsumi and the exit. Icy, paralyzing dread came over the blonde girl.
Tumblr media
“Stay the fuck away from me, you psycho!”
Tumblr media
“Help! Someone help me! She’s trying to kill me!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, as tears welled up in her eyes. Sato just laughed and looked down at Natsumi, resting the bat on her shoulder.
Tumblr media
“Scream all you want, Natsumi. It won’t do you any good.. No one is going to come and rescue you, no matter how much you scream. None of your little yakuza flunkies can save you either," she elaborated menacingly, as she stepped towards Natsumi. Natsumi backed up, slipping on some spilt water. Her butt becoming intimate with the floor.
Natsumi backed away, still on the floor, as Sato closed in on her, like a cat cornering its prey.
Tumblr media
“Listen, Sato! I wasn’t serious! I was just messing around! I was a dumb kid back then! . I don't even have that kind of clout to-AIIEH!” she screamed as she rolled out of the way to avoid a deadly blow with the bat. Tears of terror flowed freely down Natsumi’s cheeks.
Tumblr media
“Fucking shit, Sato! Please don’t do this! I don’t wanna die! We were friends, remember!?” Natsumi cried out desperately, holding her hands in front of her face, in a vain attempt to protect herself from Sato. Sato was losing her composure as well. The girl was not a trained killer. This struggle was dragging on long enough for the reality of her actions to begin setting in. Her adrenaline had gotten her this far, but she was starting to realize what she had committed to. Her eyes were manic and frightened, but determined. There was no turning back now.
Tumblr media
“Shut the fuck up, Natsumi! Don’t give me that crap! You were never a friend. You're just a vile evil, piece of shit. And I’m going to put a stop to you! Forever!” She screeched, but as she did, Natsumi grabbed a stool and threw it at her. In the moments it took Sato to guard from the incoming object, Natsumi was able to slip away and make a break for the door. She grabbed the handle frantically. She screamed in her mind. Her thoughts were interrupted as Sato caught up to her and swung for her head. Somehow Natsumi instinctively ducked and caused the bat to shatter the glass window of the door.
The bat was temporarily stuck in the door’s window and Natsumi seized this opportunity to elbow Sato in the ribs, causing her to lose her grip on the bat. It fell to the floor with a clang and Natsumi kicked it away. Everything happened so fast, but to their adrenaline fueled minds, it was all in slow motion. Natsumi realized this was her one chance to save herself. She leaned forward towards the broken window and took a deep breath to give her loudest scream possible.
Tumblr media
“Hel -mmphh!” 
She attempted to call out, but as she did, Sato���s hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her voice. Sato was inwardly panicking. Her whole plan was falling apart. This was taking too long. In her blind fury she had just accidentally undone the entire point of picking this room in the first place. It was no longer soundproof. She had to end this now. She wrapped her other arm over Natsumi’s neck in a lock and she squeezed tightly, choking her.
Tumblr media
Natsumi’s eyes widened as her windpipe was constricted. Sato’s tight grip began to cut off the blood supply to her brain. She choked and sputtered as she struggled against her attacker. She made desperate gurgling noises, her hands flailing around. Her attempts to pull free herself from Sato’s grasp failed miserably. Her face was beet red and her tears streamed down her cheeks. Her struggles gradually weakened, however. The lack of blood flow made her head increasingly light and dizzy. Finally, Natsumi’s hands fell to her sides and she lost consciousness. Sato loosened her grasp and her victim collapsed to the floor, banging her head on the floor.
Tumblr media
Sato looked down at what she had done. She felt ill. An overwhelming sense of nausea had come over her. Had she really just killed another person? With her own bare hands, no less? No. It couldn’t be. She knelt down next to Natsumi. The unconscious girl let out a sharp, raspy gasp in her sleep, followed by a few more ragged breaths, at irregular intervals. Sato could see her chest rise and fall with each breath. The girl was still alive, but she wouldn't be conscious for at least a few more minutes.
Tumblr media
“There is no going back now,” Sato told herself over and over. “This is for Mahiru."
Sato examined her surroundings in a dull eyed, zombie-like state. She could hear her own heartbeat and time seemed to be moving slower. She felt detached from everything that was happening around her. The gears of her mind began to turn as she examined the scene. She had time to formulate a superior plan for conducting the murder. She had an opportunity to alter the scene and murder weapon. If she was smart about it, she could make it look like the actions of a crazed pervert, rather than an attempt at revenge.
Natsumi’s backpack had her swimsuit partially sticking out of it. That could prove useful. The macabre inspiration of bloodlust, which had started as a spark, now was a roaring fire. She knew exactly how she would kill Natsumi
@floral-samurai​. @chaoticblogofmuses​ (Mahiru)
479 notes · View notes
delirious-donna · 2 years
Note
hcs for best friend sasuke or kakashi who is in love with you comforting you through a breakup? 💞
I get so suss about emojis at the end of asks… do you - do you wanna be my 💞 anon? 🥺
Anyway, my overbearing self set aside, ooh this is such a fluffy ask. Let’s do them both shall we? They are so opposed in terms of how they deal with intimacy so it seems we should address both. I’ll put them under a cut just cause it might get long.
Kakashi
He tries not to be smug, really he does, but it’s so hard. For months he had known that this guy wasn’t the one for you.
Kakashi lets you cry into his chest whilst he holds you on your couch. He listens to your words through sniffles, hating each heartbreaking sound you make and hating himself more for feeling happy.
He loves you. You don’t know that but Kakashi has loved you for the longest time. It was his own fault, he put off telling you time and time again, deeming it never the right moment and then suddenly you had found someone else.
Kakashi won’t make the same mistakes twice, but for once, he is right when he says now is not the moment to reveal his feelings. He offers you tissues, dries your eyes on the sleeve of his shirt and makes you hot tea.
He is in it for the long game and he’ll help you through this period. Kakashi cooks dinner for you every night for the following fortnight, he prepares cute little packed lunches and leaves them in your fridge.
Kakashi lets you wallow, but only for so long. When the time is right, he coaxes you out of your safe little cocoon and back into the big bad world.
Drinks are welcome, nothing too heavy but enough to give you that first buzz of happiness in the longest time. Kakashi refuses to let you pay and in his company, you are happier than you ever remember being.
You smile weakly at him whilst your brain does somersaults over the most improper ideas regarding your best friend. Why couldn’t Kakashi love you?
Kakashi does love you and he’ll let you know… soon.
Tumblr media
Sasuke
Sasuke can't help but tell you he was right. It's not exactly the best timing given that you have tears streaming down your cheeks and snot dribbling from your nose, but that's Sasuke for ya!
He doesn't beat around the bush with the character assassination of the utter fucktard that dared to hurt you. His venom-tipped tongue barely stopped between insults. It's the most he has ever spoken in such a short space of time.
Despite openly insulting your ex, he hides the smug smile that is desperate to spread over his face. Cool indifference is hard to keep in place when he wants to pull you close and kiss you to make you shut up.
Sasuke isn't the best when it comes to comforting someone who is hurting, especially someone crying. That primal instinct to protect what he considers to be his is difficult to resist, and he does offer to go beat the shit out of the dude, much to your horror.
He lets you settle into his side, enjoying the heat of your body more than he wishes to admit. His arm curls over your shoulder, reaching for your hand and entwining your fingers loosely. He lets you choose the movies, even the ones he hates with a passion.
Sasuke's fragile heart begins to pound when you laugh at the dumb jokes on screen. Your sadness slips by the wayside and his palms start to sweat. Does he tell you now or does he wait?
Fuck waiting!
This is Sasuke Uchiha, if he wants something he is goddamn gonna make it known. He is better than any other man you could possibly date. He would never make you cry, never hurt you when he could be making you smile.
"I've something I need to tell you..."
247 notes · View notes
jotchia · 5 months
Text
ok ok come with me. my brain space. initially the samir/jotchie dynamic was just like. cutes. i didn't have much going on there like i made these guys almost just as dolls to mash together so they were just cute. but just being Cute stopped making sense once i decided jotchie is kind of insane so i had to figure something else out.
i wanted to keep that level of initial innocence though!! jotchie, when he meets samir, is at a point of apathy. he's been playing mercenary for years, because that's what you do, right? revenge quest, to find the person who hurt you? he doesn't actually care. he's gotten some sick thrills sure but he's exhausted. he goes on that walk through the woods for no reason in particular. maybe he wanted to smell the forest again. suddenly he's knocked on his ass with a rope wrapped around him and he's looking up at this real cute dude in a big dumb hat, asking to "study" him. good enough for him, he figures. why not.
exactly as advertised, samir studies him! shifted and not, taking samples, poking and prodding, asking questions. turns out jotchie's pretty inexperienced with all this shifting stuff, despite the fact he got turned eight or so years ago. but samir doesn't throw him out or ridicule him, he helps! he explains some things best he can and seeks out bernie for the rest, he's soft, he's kind, he's gentle. jotchie hasn't met "gentle" in a long time. his tendency to affix himself to people kicks in VERY fast. within days of meeting. he's desperate, he's lonely, samir is too nice, he's too kind, he's too gentle. angel. angel. he can't keep shifting around him. samir and bernie both told him he's almost certainly fully conscious when he shifts by now, but anxiety is irrational and jotchie can't bear the idea of hurting samir. he's safer when he's human. he can still be around him when he's human. his collar will stop him, won't it?
samir through this is vaguely aware that jotchie is upset. of course he is, poor guy's been on his own so long, never even met another shifter along the way, who wouldn't be scared? he can be there. he can help. jotchie doesn't wanna shift around him anymore, well that's okay. he's wonderful company. samir finds him sweet, enamoring, exciting.
jotchie is someone who's forgotten how to be open. his anxiety is something so ingrained into his thought process he can't recognize it as an issue. it's obvious, even. he can't shift around samir, he'll hurt him. he can't explain what's wrong, nothing is. his collar doesn't stop him anymore, bernie will kill him. of course. he pushes people away, desiring to be close to them without them in turn being close to him. he wants samir's struggles, his bad days, his worries, of course he does. he cannot give those things in return though, of course. jotchie thinks himself impossibly close to these two. they've become his entire world, truly, they're all he has, he thinks they're all he wants, he'd do anything for them, he needs them. samir can feel the wall between them. samir is, at least somewhat, aware that jotchie won't open up. he tries to push, to pull things out of him, to do things without scaring him, but he's just so wound up.
samir is into some stuff. bernie isn't terribly, every so often at his request, but it's just not really his thing. jotchie? oh, he's just waiting to pop. samir can tell. maybe this will help, he thinks, if he shows that he wants it. maybe that's what jotch needs. and god does jotch want it. too much, too badly, he loves samir, he needs him, he aches. he can't. samir is too good, too kind, too gentle. angel. he can't hurt him. it is selfishness in a way, the complete refusal to give, to share this. he wants it so bad, but he just can't. lucky for him, samir is patient.
again, the breaking point for jotchie's shit isn't 100% clear in my mind but on samir's end he's kind of exhausted. like seriously he has been throwing himself at this guy for months, take him, TAKE HIM, have him, have him the way he has you, but to nothing. if jotch is gonna worship him like a god the LEAST he could do is drink his blood and eat his flesh, i mean seriously. what fucking gives.
eventually, once they're settled and jotch feels able, they try. jotch bites him, just a bit. jokes about how this is his first time, he's not a vampire, and samir let's him. i still imagine this as being gentle. jotchie and samir's relationship at it's core is a gentle one, patient, giving and receiving in turn. jotch will never Devore samir, he nicks and nibbles, but never takes a chunk out of him. he's still a bit scared, but he loves him. they love each other. go read something about romantic cannibalism and the sacredness of the mouth. they want to be as close as possible and well, here they are.
jotchie likes biting fingers. samir bites him back 👍
9 notes · View notes
sunflowerharrington · 2 years
Text
Dominating Billy Hargrove
Tumblr media
18+ minors, please DNI for your own sake
just the headcanons, kind of. it’s a mix of hc’s and then like actual paragraphs just because
warnings: billy hargrove, this is consensual, being tied down to a bed, overstimulation nation, angry billy, dom!gn!reader, slight mommy kink
taglist: dm, comment or message me to be added/removed <3 @xxlangdon @taecube @quickiesgirl @langdon-cumslut @wzrlds @sympathyforher
why does this man make me kick my legs like i’m at a teenage girl’s sleepover in a disney channel show or a katy perry music video
the answer is very simple:
Tumblr media
there’s your answer ⇧
Tumblr media
- okay so you gotta do this on a good day to pull it off
- and by a good day i mean when he’s calm
- “but when is he ever calm?” i’ve been asking myself the same question since season two, babes. so scratch what i just said
- tie his wrists and ankles tightly to the bed, because you know that mother fucker (literally, but let’s not remind ourselves about karen) will be able to break free in an instant if you don’t
- yes, to actually pull this off you have to wait until he’s in a deep sleep, and by the time he wakes up youll have tied him down but not too tight
- yeah it’ll be tight enough to mark his wrists a little but not to the point of cutting through his skin
- you had a thought of cuffing him down, but you only had two pairs and there was no way in hell you’d let yourself be caught by billy if you decided to ask someone for a lend of theirs (also totes not sneaking into a store and stealing them. totally not)
- once he wakes up he realizes instantly what you’ve done. and one of two things could happen:
- he could start threatening you
- or he could try to break free, which may result in a broken headboard — since you and him started your situationship that would be probably the fourth or fifth time realistically
- there’s no winning here
- his anger, like always, turned you on a LOT
- you crawl from the foot of the bed up to his hips, straddling his thighs as you played with his hair. something he hated you doing as it “destroyed his masculinity” a little
- he does however consent to this. consent is VERY important !!!
- you decide to overstimulate the heck out of him that night, covering his mouth each and every time you made him come, just to piss him off that little bit more
- “we don’t want poor little maxine hearing that her so-called alpha male brother is whimpering like a pathetic little sub right now, do we?” you would tease him, making him even more frustrated
- don’t even dare try to make him call you mommy
- i mean he probably would, but right now definitely not
- still tries to dominate you
- ✨fails✨
- whining mess after a while, but you love it deep down
- “just shut up and take what i’m giving you or so help me i’ll stop right now and just leave you here!” you’d unintentionally scream at him, slapping him hard in the face like he did to you so many times (during sex though, no matter how much of an asshole billy is he wouldn’t be physically abusive, he would never put his hand on his person)(yes he does beat up steve every waking day but he would never touch you like that)
- thrusts up into you, and even though you love it you won’t let it show. you don’t wanna give him that satisfaction
- will still, however, call you his princess (for all genders, or if you’re not comfortable with that then maybe sweets or toots or something ☺️)
- oh babes, that obviously gets you going because how could it not?
- he looks like he’s enjoying it but there’s still that anger in his eyes
- never takes his eyes off you once but that’s kind of canon now thanks to the fandom, i can’t thank you enough 💕 and that’s not me being sarcastic
- on a very good day he might even let you fuck/peg him ;) but that’s only if he’s in a really good mood slash desperate
- babes if you’re giving him head, deepthroat him (or as much as you can), it’ll drive him crazy that he can’t pull your hair and drive you exactly where he wants you
- tease the shit out of him, it’s probably one of the only times you’ll ever get to do this without being punished immediately
- almost whimpers your name as he comes and the satisfaction you feel during that moment is unmatched to anything you’ve ever felt before or will ever feel again
- after you both come down from your high and as soon as you untie him you have to run away like lightning, godspeed, as if you’re quicksilver on steroids, because you know you won’t be able to walk for a week
- you’re running as fast as you can but billy’s already caught you
- good luck trying to walk after that is all i can say
106 notes · View notes
lalacliffthorne · 3 months
Note
For the “not enough Az” anon, like that other anon said, if you go to the azriel x reader tag, you’ll find a shit ton of fics for him and go down a little rabbit hole lol
Now, I definitely believe that the other 2 idiotic Illyrian babies (saying that lovingly 😭) could use more love with fics. Now I also believe the reason is because they are canonically in relationships. And even though I absolutely ADORE Feysand and Nessian, let a girl dream alright 😭
I love all 3 bat boys and I don’t mean to come at anyone with this, but Azriel is definitely the most loved and most written out of the 3 because he is not in a canon relationship yet. So it’s easier for writers to create these “x reader” stories with him.
If you want more fics of a certain character, you can kindly request and wait for the writer to work their magic or simply go down the rabbit holes that we call “tags” and if you’re really desperate (like me for Rhys 😅) you can start to write little drabbles to slowly build up your confidence in writing. But never go after writers who take time out of their day to give us these works of art because you’re not “getting enough,” it’s rude and inconsiderate.
Thank you for writing for us sweetheart and I’m sorry about my little rant there I kinda started to word vomit at the end🙃
Hope you have a good night and hope you’re taking care of yourself💜💜
aw thank u love 😭💞
I absolutely agree with you when it comes to a certain difference in amount of fics for Azriel and Rhys and Cass!! I have definitely noticed that as well and been trying to figure out what the reason might be, tho I definitely think that, like you said, the Rhys and Cass being in a relationship does seem like quite a big one - as well as that we don't know as much about Azriel yet? as a writer, that of course offers you a lil bit more freedom, which might be partially why there's more fics written about Az? along with a certain hesitancy occurring on both writer and reader side (that's probably not even something that happens consciously) to write and read about characters with established relationships (regarding which, like you said, let a girl dream 😉). so maybe for those reasons, there's a certain imbalance of content between the batboys?
I don't wanna step on anyone's toes with this either, I'm definitely guilty of having a majority of Azriel fics myself right now (🥴)!! but I do also feel like it is a safe starting point bc Azriel fics generally do a lot better in engagement (which is a whole other thing rn) than maybe Cass or Rhys or other characters sometimes? so I guess that could be another reason
but writing is a rlly personal thing, and we writers do usually write based on inspiration (!!), so - I really don't wanna put this on the writers, bc what you write is absolutely your thing!! and you shouldn't feel pressured to write for anyone just bc there's a lack of fics when maybe you don't feel like writing for them at this moment!! 💞
all that aside, of course I am absolutely with you, lovely anon, especially when it comes to all of our sensitive Illyrians (and other characters!!) and that some could do with a lil more love, bc they deserve it!!! 😤😌 so like you said; if anyone wants to see more of someone, maybe start smth yourself or send in requests to those writers that take them!! and maybe it just takes some writers a lil more time to get comfortable here and 'branch out' lol so be patient!! 😘
omg you are always welcome to rant!! I do it all the time, ask @leafsandstarlight 🥴😂
thank you, so much!! 🥹🙈💕 mwah
4 notes · View notes
ridestomars · 2 years
Text
you already know about eddie x reader metal lords!au, but can we please talk about a sing street!au now?
eddie has just moved to hawkins with his uncle and consequently, has to attend a new school. still gathering his bearings, he develops a crush on a certain girl who hangs out at hawkins high school without attending any of the classes.
nobody knows who she is, but rumors travel fast and soon enough, eddie finds out some interesting things about her. like, "she has a boyfriend who's thirty, i think", that's what one of the freshmen, dustin, tells him. "he's been to jail and everything. you don't want to mess with her"; or when robin, one of his classmates, revealed to him that "she's a model, you know? she has plans to go to new york and shit." whispers in the hallways told him that she was completely out of his league and worst of all, out of limits.
but he never cared too much about that, anyways. and that's exactly why he is standing right in front of her, even though dustin and mike repeatedly cautioned him to spare himself the trouble of trying to get to know her. of course eddie didn't listen to them and was now making a fool of himself in front of her, desperately trying to search for her eyes behind the thick sunglasses that covered them. at least, now he knew her name and that she was, in fact, a wannabe model.
"i'm waiting for my portfolio shots to come in the mail, then, i'm off to new york", that's what she tells him, with a bit of arrogance in her voice, not even bothering to look him in the face.
"yeah, that's exactly what i wanted to talk to you about." that seemed to catch her attention since she turned to face him. "i have a band and we are looking for someone to star in our videos."
liar. liar. liar.
"that sounds cool. what do you play?"
"i'm the vocalist, but i also play guitar."
"i see. and who's in your band?"
"robin", he blurted out, regretting it immediately. might as well just go with it now, eddie thought. "robin buckley, she's our bassist. and steve harrington's the drummer."
she didn't say anything for a few moments, but very skeptically asked, "why don't you give me one of your demos? so i can see if it's actually worth it to risk my modeling career for you, that is."
"y-yeah, totally, like, absolutely." he confirmed, nodding excitedly in her direction. eddie reached for the pen he kept in his back pocket and offered it to her, also standing his other hand. "gimme your number?"
she simply nodded and scribbled her digits on the back of his pale hand. the round numbers were a bit messy but still readable, and that was enough to make a smile appear on eddie's face. "i'll call you, yeah?" he asked while taking back the pen from her soft hand, and didn't even give her a chance to say goodbye because he was already running back to the school's front door.
eddie was greeted by mike and dustin, who stared at him like he was some other-world creature. it's like they couldn't believe that someone talked to that girl and still could smile afterward. nevertheless, they waited for him to say something. "we need to form a band", eddie informed the boys, who could only gasp in return.
"what!?"
─ boy meets girl. girl is unimpressed. boy starts band.
Tumblr media
eddie masterlist | main masterlist | navigation
𖤐 hey! wanna talk? leave me a message after the beep ─ currently accepting requests for concepts & moodboards for eddie munson and steve harrington.
38 notes · View notes
bi-demon-ium · 1 year
Note
Idea that’s been driving me insane: Nicholas tenses up whenever anyone touches him because he’s not used to it, Milligan asks what’s wrong, and Nicholas is like “oh haha nothing at all why do you ask”. So Milligan decides “all right then I guess I’ll give him some space so then he can initiate if he wants but also I won’t startle him”.
This would be a perfectly fine plan if not for the fact that Nicholas would never in a million years ask for a hug. Angsty shenanigans ensue.
OHHHH ANON MY MIND TO YOUR MIND MY THOUGHTS TO YOUR THOUGHTS I LITERALLY HAVE A FIC BASED ON THIS IDEA (or a very similar version anyway) WE ARE THE SAME WE ARE THE SAME MELDING W/ YOU
i wanna say i touched on this in one of my published fics but im not sure? and i know i have a doc somewhere specifically about a similar idea to this like.
here. bonus. i make ao3 drafts for fic ideas to help me brainstorm/organize thoughts and this one i quickly realized was going to delete itself before i ever finished it--which i never did--so i copied it into a word doc. here is the summary:
Tumblr media
(i have a snippet of this posted somewhere that's like he tenses first but rhonda keeps hugging him bc she was really worried about him and then just as she thinks maybe she should pull away before he gets uncomfortable he melts and she's like "oh fuck")
BUT ANYWAY
like. just. the misunderstandings of it all. the angst. because see this is just projection again, i, personally, like. am like. do i want a hug? oh for sure. would i die if a stranger touched me? for sure. and an unexpected touch would sitll probably get a jump from me. so like. it's this dilemma where by the time i'm used to someone's company enough that i'd welcome physical affection, they've already gotten the memo i don't like being touched, and so don't try. but i hate asking for anything, ever, and that would feel really weird, so i don't. hence affectionless. no bitches (bitches being. scritches)
so like. nicholas tensing when he's touched at first both because he's not used to it and he doesn't know them, (god and with milligan. milligan thinking it might have something to do with Him, with him being scary/big/intimidating, but neither of them say anything so neither of them know) and then like. then once he's comfortable enough to desperately want be okay with touch from them, it's too late. bonus if like. now he might react strangely when he's accidentally touched because he's trying not to get used to it, trying not to greedily want more, so they still think he's kinda touch-averse when the opposite couldn't be more true. and just. ough
but okay okay okay okay okay okay to focus more on what you actually said in the ask rather than my existing idea i just started vibrating over, YES. FUCK. i always love focusing on nicholas/milligan (romantic or not) i'm a whore like that
it specifically being because he's not used to it.... 🥺 like. oohhhh.... its the tense and after a moment melt but they never wait along enough because they just see the tense,,,, oguhguhuhhhh and with milligan it's like. i don't want to startle him, i don't want to make him uncomfortable, i'll try to give him space... worse, this means he was touching him at first and then stopped, so like. nicholas is just like oh god i did something wrong i must have made him uncomfortable did he noticed i liked it?? oh god this is mortifying
god the problem is how does this get resolved. because we know we want it to be. but like. HOW. i like to think similarly to what i was saying before there's just. there's a situation harrowing enough that he hugs him anyway--whether because it was so distressing he just needs to know nicholas is okay and just. hugs him tightly. or if it's like, literally, having to carry him somewhere because he's injured and they need to get out fast, and like. realizing that past the initial tensing, he relaxes, he leans into it, and having that "oh shit. i. fucked up" moment.
ORRR!!!!! nicholas gets distressed enough to initiate somehow, like. he's really really out of it and whether it's him being openly distressed (clinging to him and shaking/crying, maybe already apologizing) or just him being super loopy and out of it (cuddly totally out of it bc he's been drugged to the gills nicholas just like. snuggling into his side like :))) *casually* oh i looooove cuddles this is so nice..........mmm u are warm...i wish we could do this more often but im trying not to be selfish...... or some shit and milligans just like. cursed emoji face. what)
not to mention nicholas like. realizing milligan might have thought he thought it was specifically milligan who was scary/he didn't want touching him lkdfjgfdg god fuck
this hurts me.
but the flluffy epilogue is it all gets sorted and there's cuddles for everyone and just. melting. melting. realizing you could have had this all along but you can't even be sad about it bc you feel so safe & loved...... ough (positive)
11 notes · View notes
kithtaehyung · 10 months
Note
*sighs* ryen ryen ryen…
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT OMG 🤕😮‍💨🤧
- ok so first of all i must be a bit 3tan-brainrotted because tell me why i woke at 6am sharp and the first thing that came in my mind was the new chapter:&,!/‘d 🥴
- jk has a fucking audacity like…i get he’s desperate and full of remorse but reader has move on/start to finally move on and he’s throwing her back into those old memories :((( idk i don’t think that’s fair towards them
- besides i don’t think he still love them in the same way he loved them during their teenage years like they broke up before their twenties and those are the years where you change and grow the most…i think his love is the same way as reader described with the worned jeans parallel etc etc
- i was really touched by bro :(((
- im glad the backstory for bro and reader was developed during this chapter like the dynamic between them is much more understandable, have you always have that kind of family problem in mind for their personal story when you started to develop the characters?
- SO HERE COMES THE GUILT AND PAIN :D sobbing crying throwing up right fucking now like when reader understands what yoongi represents to bro im just…jfc..this is going to get ugly so fast when their relation is out… i appreciated the moment of clarity by reader when she’s like « oh if yoongi can do all of these for me when we’re not even together then i can’t even imagine for my brother during college»
- THREE FUCKING MONTHS KDKFKD no wonder they trashed the desk after such a long time lmaoommg’fnf
- the aftercare, sobbing crying screaming AND throwing up again the whole speech by reader in the car about how she missed him…yoongi snapping up omg’fkd and the whole cuddling and humming and shedding tears im just 🥺🥺 my babies 🥺🥺🥺 just wanna build a bubble or shelter for them to live in in peace 😞
- BTW HOW DARE YOU GIVING US PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AFFECTION AND A FUCKING KISS AGAINST HIS CAR WHEN THEY’RE OUT ⚰️
- you know what i thought of when i read the last part about oc coming home and bro waiting for them ? that damn spoiler about someone/bro (??) telling « it’s about yoongi. isn’t it. » DDBSKDKDKDK ryen gdi
- and now i think i should’ve voted for the whole story with the 30k etc like i’m addicted i think and i cannot wait to see the following for this damn cliffhanger once again how dare you
i’ll probably reread this a dozen times more during the weekend except sunday because i have a second date with that same person ☺️
rest well and hope to read more soon 🫶
-📀
CD PLSSSSSS oh my goodness, love. thank you so much for this wonderful commentary! i got my own things to say under the cut so let's gooooo
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT OMG 🤕😮‍💨🤧
LMFAO
ok so first of all i must be a bit 3tan-brainrotted because tell me why i woke at 6am sharp and the first thing that came in my mind was the new chapter:&,!/‘d 🥴
nooooo way. wait really?! that's too much for me to handle i'm biting my fcking fist dsklfjdskljf what an honor!
jk has a fucking audacity like…i get he’s desperate and full of remorse but reader has move on/start to finally move on and he’s throwing her back into those old memories :((( idk i don’t think that’s fair towards them besides i don’t think he still love them in the same way he loved them during their teenage years like they broke up before their twenties and those are the years where you change and grow the most…i think his love is the same way as reader described with the worned jeans parallel etc etc
love these commentaries on jk and reader! it's so hard to have something like that happen.. especially if it happened when they both were far from mature enough to handle it. you have a great ass point about the formative years, too! wow i actually really like how you approached that whole section. this shit is why i love hearing from y'all forreal!
i was really touched by bro :(((
man i love that man.
im glad the backstory for bro and reader was developed during this chapter like the dynamic between them is much more understandable, have you always have that kind of family problem in mind for their personal story when you started to develop the characters?
YES! i'm so happy you liked their backstory build. it was necessary to flesh out so that we could understand where they're both coming from, as painful as that was to finally say. this was my plan for awhile, but gosh it was still hard to really write.
SO HERE COMES THE GUILT AND PAIN :D sobbing crying throwing up right fucking now like when reader understands what yoongi represents to bro im just…jfc..this is going to get ugly so fast when their relation is out… i appreciated the moment of clarity by reader when she’s like « oh if yoongi can do all of these for me when we’re not even together then i can’t even imagine for my brother during college»
GOD I KNOWWWW like damn. yoongi's choice was so jarring at first, but when we get this background on bro? it makes sense and brings a whole new wave of guilt. it isn't just "we don't wanna get between them" anymore, it's more like "shit... we could potentially destroy something much bigger than we thought." and like,, knowing what we know about yoongi? he hasn't had the best time before reader showed up..... so.... yeah.
THREE FUCKING MONTHS KDKFKD no wonder they trashed the desk after such a long time lmaoommg’fnf
LMFAOOOOO YEAH I WOULDVE BEEN THE SAME.
the aftercare, sobbing crying screaming AND throwing up again the whole speech by reader in the car about how she missed him…yoongi snapping up omg’fkd and the whole cuddling and humming and shedding tears im just 🥺🥺 my babies 🥺🥺🥺 just wanna build a bubble or shelter for them to live in in peace 😞
the way i want the gd same! the aftercare scenes were some of my absolute favorites to write, and i even saved them for last so that i could finally breathe after working on the rest lol. they're as much of a relief for me as the writer as they are for y'all and the characters. i'm so proud of reader for the car thing! bc we've seen them finally say something in basketball, but i think this was even better.
BTW HOW DARE YOU GIVING US PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AFFECTION AND A FUCKING KISS AGAINST HIS CAR WHEN THEY’RE OUT ⚰️
LMFAOOOOO i meeeean yoongi was pretty far around the corner if it took seven minutes to get to him, but YEAH. MWAHAHA.
you know what i thought of when i read the last part about oc coming home and bro waiting for them ? that damn spoiler about someone/bro (??) telling « it’s about yoongi. isn’t it. » DDBSKDKDKDK ryen gdi
I AM SAYING NOTHING!!!!! i can't believe you remembered that though omg??
and now i think i should’ve voted for the whole story with the 30k etc like i’m addicted i think and i cannot wait to see the following for this damn cliffhanger once again how dare you i’ll probably reread this a dozen times more during the weekend except sunday because i have a second date with that same person ☺️rest well and hope to read more soon 🫶
thank you so damn much! nahhhh the 30k would've taken me all the way out lmfao. this would've taken SO much longer if we waited. i think this gives everyone time to breathe! an intermission of sorts, or like when an episode ends on a cliffhanger ahahah.
read as many times as you want to! thank you so much for reading so soon, and i hope the second date goes/went very very well :D happy to hear about it, too!
3 notes · View notes
friesian · 2 years
Note
PoF Marwyd you say? 👀
Tumblr media
ok yall. its time. tagging @mystery-salad since i know u asked but i didn't wanna copy-paste this twice since its HUGE.
i will preface this with a cw for suicide, talk of ptsd, and dark themes. also end of HoT, LWS3, and PoF spoilers. so i'll put this hunk of text under a read more.
SO. path of fire/LWS3 marwyd.
Tumblr media
(THANK YOU TO @herrejorn FOR CAPTURING THIS. i don't think i shared it... now seems like a good time to. maybe if people like it enough i'll post it separately.)
as i've certainly shared, marwyd was VERY head over heels for trahearne. however they were never officially a thing, and marwyd was going to confess after trahearne got back from the fleet. that. never happened. he had to kill someone he was deeply in love with, with his own two hands.
well, after all that he was pretty mortified, obviously, and i'm pretty sure up until eir's funeral he was on autopilot. his mind was really trying to just catch up. find what reality was. i think he was in a HEAVY dissociative episode waiting for trahearne's. something to give him a sense of closure. even if there wasn't a body, just a little gathering of friends would be something to him. BUT, that never happened. when eir got a funeral that he attended but not trahearne something inside of him just kinda. broke. especially when not a soul really acknowledged it at the grove except for a lone statue, placed off to the side of everything only to be seen from the peripherals of the eye. it really did something awful to him mentally.
when he attended eir's funeral, he came in a black-red-grey version of his outfit. funeral attire. however, after the funeral, he just... never took it off. he kept wearing it right into the white mantle incidents and discovering that the other two dragons were awakening.
Tumblr media
(old screenshot i have of it, i took this during my first PoF playthrough.)
this is also the time @herrejorn 's niddhil appeared. someone who he now considers his sister. closest friend. someone who he'd easily take on the world for. he lost his best friends in HoT (at least he thought he did, turns out their souls were split and now they're in one body again! that's niddhil.) and having someone who seemed so... familiar just made him feel so more sad, depressed, he wanted to know what happened to them since they just vanished during the explosion of mordremoth's death.
well, then aurene happened, of course. she hatched. it was a spark of life. something that he realized he never knew he wanted but needed. unconditional love like that, someone who just saw him as 'dad' and would let him do simple, stupid things to keep his mind occupied like play his banjo terribly, swim in a few ponds, cook simple foods for her to try. you name it. it's his roots of his 'childhood', if you'd call it that. he really tried to teach her all the things he wished he would've known straight out of the pod and it shows. all of his effort went into her.
however, that meant during any time outside of tarir he was a mess. everything was a fucking mess when he wasn't with aurene, and he had to end up being away from her longer and longer.
all of this, combined with the world spiraling out of control with the return of balthazar just honestly sent him into a BAD bad place. then he ends up returning HOME. elonia. and it's in SHAMBLES with balthazar.
everything for him is completely out of control. thus, so is he.
he starts engaging in some RISKY shit. illicit raptor/beetle racing that is high stakes, stealing things again for the thrill, probably high off his ass most of the time, acting like a COMPLETE asshole to everyone, withdrawing into his tent more often than not. and let me tell you, when i say 'asshole to everyone' i mean it. he's desperately distancing himself as he is losing all his steam as things are just more and more wrong.
he also won't tell anyone, but his memory has been... shoddy. not sleeping may do that, but he's realizing that when he tries to think back and think about the happy times with trahearne he just can't. his face is nothing but a smudge. he KNOWS there was something there. he loved him so much, but why the HELL can he only remember the scream of his death. it keeps repeating in his mind over. it used to be that he could remember the few last words but nearing his worst all he remembers is the sound of flesh rending and screams. it won't stop either, it just loops at night.
when the big balthazar fight hits, i think he fights for the first few minutes, but honestly... i think he just gives up. straight up. he stops attempting to shoot, or if he does i think he just purposefully fires off into the air to keep balthazar coming. marwyd honestly just lies down and dies, not wanting to go on like this. and he doesn't. he does die.
he saw aurene get caught FOR HIS SAKE and did nothing. and for that he feels like everything he has is deserved.
so, my death incident essentially takes a right turn from the one in game.
sorta. essentially when marwyd arrives in the realm he just confines himself to not knowing who he is, thinking its for the best, and stays there for however long it is before he starts picking up clues. he hears things on the wind. by being the naturally curious and bullheaded guy he is, he starts finding bits and pieces... and slowly but surely it snowballs into him finally remembering everything. he can see his memories of his best friends, of aurene, of trahearne-- who he was so desperately trying to remember. and he's reminded why he fought for trahearne, for aurene, for all of his friends. as he rushes to find his way out he sees niddhil.
of course he's confused. long story short, she is the gate guardian for him, and she will test his resolve. marwyd essentially has to outsmart someone who's walked beside him from nearly day 1 as pact commander. she kicks his ass! repeatly! she is killing him repeatedly. he's stuck in a loop. time and time again he's getting himself killed, but eventually he tries something new. he waits, decides to start inventing with the scraps around the realm, picks up a metal bar stuck in a slab of concrete and uses it as a hammer. this is where he essentially learns to be a scrapper. this is what gets him past her, and when she is officially defeated, she gently takes him into her arms, tells her that it's okay, it's over... and its time to go home.
he wakes up with the guild overlooking his body. it's only been a few minutes. it'd been what felt like a month in his mind. as soon as he was on his feet, still wounded, he literally clambered onto the ship to go make sure aurene is safe in his arms. one more time.
thing is, he picks up a random giant wrench from the air ship they rode in on. said he wanted to use this, and that he had a few ideas to try. only niddhil knows why he's able to do this. he also comes up with gyros thanks to that whole experience in death. it sorta just becomes his thing.
he's revitalized in knowing that he wasn't fighting for nothing, that he's always fighting for something, and that they're here, and they care, and they maybe he just needs to give himself a little more credit. throughout him going on his self-destructive spree, and being an absolute asshole to all of them, they still cared somehow. maybe he needs to just be a little less hard on himself. maybe he needs to just. open up once.
marwyd does start doing this, luckily, but only with niddhil. she's his only confident, and they're IMMEASURABLY close after this incident. they both have a newfound respect for one another.
though, his memory is still bad, he still has those moments. he can still be a snippy asshole somedays. he's working hard on himself, and he doesn't try to put himself in too much danger. for aurene, he keeps telling himself. for aurene.
he places his brown coat and hat back on.
and off he went to kill a god.
15 notes · View notes