#and you with the black floppy hair! there is no way in hell you are straight!

[princessbrunette]

if u ever got mad at rafe he'd def leave ur pussy sore asfk and make it up to you by giving you his card i'm so in love w him

because he’s an assholeeeee and i love himmmm 😔

he’d had enough of you stomping after him all day in your little kitten heels with your voice all whiney and face all screwed up, so of course you end up with your knees pinned beside your head, his cock bruising your cervix. “that what you needed? shit. can’t do right by you, huh? gotta take time outta my busy schedule to pander to you.” he hisses, strings of arousal connecting everytime he pulls back to thrust back in. he’s got a busy day ahead of him, and letting you tag along had already made his morning hell. he had to make sure you were out for the count for the day, so that later when he gets up to more dangerous activities you’d be waiting back at the house for him like a good little girlfriend and not getting in the way.

he looks so good, knelt above you, shirt tucked beneath his chin, abs flexing as he thrusts his hips up against you. you whine, reaching to stroke down the sculpted muscle of his stomach. “just needed you, daddy.” you whimper pornographically. you were certain topper, who was told to wait only in the next room whilst rafe, as he puts it, “handles you.” could hear everything but you didn’t care in the moment.

he takes your wrist and pins it to the bed, floppy hair a little stuck to his forehead and pink in the cheeks. “so fuckin’ take it then.” he pants.

when you’re all done— that’s when he gets soft, panting into your neck after making a mess between both of your releases. he presses a long sloppy kiss to your jaw before squishing your cheeks with his fingers and turning your face towards him. “have fun? yeah?” he asks breathlessly, but gently this time — like he’s actually checking in on you.

“mhm.” you hum sleepily, staring at his lips before he plants a wet one on yours, and then dots some more around your cheeks.

“mm. good.” he slaps your ass affectionately before slowly sitting up and stretching. “gonna be a good girl today and let me handle business?” he gets up and stretches his arms, flexing his back until something clicks. you pout, nodding anyway — the blankets a mess around your ankles and skirt still bunched at your waist. he nods in approval, lips parted in thought as he digs around in his khaki pocket, pulling out a sleek black card.

he walks around the bed, placing it on the bedside table next to you. “take this n’do what you want today.” you sit up against the headboard a little and he then bends at the waist, large hand cupping your cheek and pressing his slightly clammy forehead to yours briefly. “sorry. ‘kay?” you know he means for the way he spoke to you earlier. rafe doesn’t move until you nod and give him a small smile before he plants a kiss to your forehead.

he walks out the room not sparing you another glance, running a hand through his slightly roused hair. down the hall slightly you hear him pull his zipper back up, a muffled “top, the fuck are you? i’m ready to go.” sounding.

#rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron drabble #rafe obx smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron prompt

[spiderlyla]

♤—Miguel O'Hara

🕸about teenage miguel, who was probably an imitiation of slenderman before becoming...that big.

🕸taglist: @mamu-writes , @general-dweebous , @beezblep

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🕸requests open :)

getting invited to a high-school reunion, meant that you'll be seeing your two closest friends after almost 9 years of going your separate ways.

so, naturally, you go. Gwen and MJ have not changed since you were 18, bickering together while chatting your ears off

MJ was just done telling you about her new boyfriend—a Pete or Peter, you weren't really able to focus all that much.

gwen tells you about this artist she met in an art gallery, whom she exchanged numbers with and you congratulate her—she was always the more reserved one when it came to dating, so this was new

then, they turn to you.

you knew that look, waiting for you to tell them the news, you've noticed that they glanced at your ring finger a couple of times.

"Oh, Mig proposed."

"Mig? You're still with Messy Miggy from Chemistry 298?" gwen was the more blunt one. MJ elbowed her quite roughly and they both congratulated you.

But you could still see the curiosity eating them up.

"Is he still...y'know?"

you knew what they were talking about almost immediately.

miguel was quite different from what he is as of the moment. The –now– massive man used to be a lanky teenager, with long limbs and floppy dark tufts for hair, wearing prescription glasses with thick black frames.

he was still one of the most handsome boys at school, but it was different look than what he was sporting right now.

"He's suppose to be coming—Oh, there he is."

coincidentally, you see your fiancé walking through the gym doors, maroon eyes scanning the room until he saw you waving your hands at him.

you looked at your two girlfriends, mouths gaping and eyes wide at the sight.

and what a sight it was.

Aside from being tall as hell, standing at 6'9 and towering over everybody in the room, he was big. Shoulders broad, muscular biceps, puffy, yet hard chest.

you could visibly see his muscles flexing underneath the fabric of his black button up.

when he walks over, he kisses your cheek and whispers a "sorry for being late, cariño. you look good." that sends shivers down your spine.

he says a simple "hello, how are you guys?" to the girls infront of you, then excuses himself to grab the two of you some drinks.

when he's out of view, they glance back at you, eyes wider than saucers.

"How did he get so...huge?"

"That...This isn't physically possible."

"He's just been going to the gym alot."

they were righ, nothing about this was natural, but it was easier to say this.

because you were unsure how to explain that his DNA got rewritten with the genetic code of a spider.

BONUS:

"So, how do you guys..?"

"How do we...?"

"Y'know."

"MJ is trying to ask how do you do it. With..him."

"...it?"

"You know what we're talking about."

"Oh my god."

#miguel o hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #spider man atsv #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse #astv #miguel o hara #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel fluff #miguel spiderverse

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

Hiya! Hope you’re doing well! Checked out some of your work, and absolutely loved it! You’re an amazing writer.

If you’re still taking requests, what about a fluff/comfort with Angel Dust x reader? Like reader helps take care of him after the shoots with Val and one night, Angel returns the favor by taking care of reader after a rough night?

omg of course! Love Angel so so much.

i hope you enjoy and thank you for your ask and your patience on this!!!

warnings: mention of abuse, physical abuse, it’s angel and he works for val and val sucks in the show… so that’s this. val sucking-not in a good way but in a bad way.

some nights were harder than others and you could always tell when it had been a hard shoot day for angel. he’d walk into the hotel, his shoulders drooped a bit, his hair just a little bit more floppy and his eyes always had these shadows that seemed they would never leave.

this night wasn’t a bad night, it was a down right horrible night. angel came into the hotel, and quickly made his way up the stairs and to his room. you watched as he spoke to no one, and quickly got up to follow him. you walked through his door at the end of the hall, only to be greeted by a shirtless angel, a bruise forming across his ribs and a few cuts on his arm.

“what the fuck happened to you?” you asked coming closer, stopping when angel backed away.

“i don’t need ya help. get out.” he muttered, an icy tone slicing through.

“you’re bleeding. i’m not leaving until i bandage you.” you say plainly, grabbing the first aid kit and sitting on his bed. he glares at you and you see his black eye. your face darkens. “what the hell did he do?” you ask, not saying his name like it was a bad omen that could call him back to angel.

“nothing i can’t handle.” angel responds back, crossing his arms and then grimacing at the pain. you watch him, waiting for him to finally let you help him. this game of cat and mouse happened every time until angel finally gave it up.

angel sighed and then sat down next to you. you quickly moved, kneeling between his legs as you bandaged his ribs, working on his arms next, treating and bandaging the wounds there. he played with your ears as you did so and each time the treatment you put on would sting, he’d yank your ears a bit, gasping with the pain. he murmured his apologies each time and each time you whispered that it was okay. finally, you got something cool and had him hold it to his eye and helped him lay down in a comfortable spot.

you deposited the first aid kit in his bathroom and came back, sitting on the edge of the bed. you gently combed your hand through the tufts on his head, as angel finally cried. each cry punctuated with a gasp because of his ribs. your quiet shushing and gentle touch calming him down until he was finally asleep. you settled fat nuggets in front of him and laid down in front of him and fat nuggets, creating a barrier between angel and the door, ensuring whoever came in would see you first but that you could intercept anyone who might’ve wanted to come in. angel was always there for you and you were glad you could be there for him.

_________________________

many times you taking care of angel or vice versa was always returned. this time the reciprocation happened quickly as two days later, you were helping with some of the cleaning and renovations for the hotel. alastor had been in a mood all day, and finally snapped. you just happened to be the first one he laid eyes on, so you were the one who got the verbal assault.

“can you do nothing right?” alastor asked coldly.

“w-what?” you whispered, this being the last thing you want to deal with, and the last thing you could deal with today.

“you are incompetent. how many ways does it need to be said?” he asked, and at that point it was enough. tears flooded your eyes as you stood there and he continued to berate you, until angel came up, dropping off something nifty needed and heard alastor talking at you.

“no. no. we’re not doing this. cmon.” angel said taking you with him as you were still crying.

“i was not done talking, angel.” alastor exclaimed as angel led you away.

“welp, ya are now smiles!” angel said, glaring at alastor. “learn some fucking empathy and then maybe it can be a longer convo next time.” angel quickly takes you to your room, grabs your favorite stuffed animal and a bottle of water and sits you down on the bed.

“i’ll be right back, okay?” he asks and you nod, still hiccuping slightly. angel comes back quickly, with snacks and your favorite movie. your eyes widen as you see the snacks and the movie.

“movie night okay with ya?” he asks. you nod and settle back on your bed as angel hops up and sets the snacks between you both, taking a sip of your water. he pulls you into him and squeezes. “don’t let things that shitty people say get to ya doll.” he murmurs. “you’re doin’ jus’ fine.”

#hazbin angel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel angel dust x reader #angel dust x reader #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel angel #angel x reader #angel dust #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine

[meowjunie]

that’s right we twisted (i like it like that) (M)

preview: “where’s jeno?” you tried hard to steady your clearly wavering tone and glanced around to avoid any further awkward stares.

“you’re looking at him.” jeno snorted and knocked back his hood with a veiny hand, revealing golden blonde locks and a pair of black floppy ears.

the world seemed to stop at that moment. how in the hell did you skip over the fact that you were looking after a grown ass man?

pairing: lee jeno x fem reader

word count: 4.4k

genre: non idol! jeno, hybridverse au, pwp, crack-ish?, strangers to fucking

warnings: predator/prey dynamics, brief choking, hair pulling, submission, non-sexual and sexual degradation (jeno is mean), coercion/manipulation (jeno tells y/n she’s being overdramatic about him not prepping her & other)

smut warning: m/f, rough sex, unprotected sex (wear! protection!), improper prep, anal (f), creampie

a/n: y/n did consent to everything above! what i write does not reflect jeno in any way. this is purely fiction.

requests: hard hours are closed.

“y/n,” your landlord sighed into his palm,”if i extended your deadline for payment, i’d be showing favoritism. rent is due next month and the overdraw fee at this period is hefty.”

“give me more time — how am i supposed to find a job on such short notice?” you pleaded, vigorously refreshing on your bank account app as if money would appear instantly.

“make it happen or i have no choice but to kick you out. demand is high and time is money.” the older man shook his head apologetically, turning and hopping down the steps without another word.

“fuck this.” you sighed out, hands buried in your hair.

“fuck.”

where the hell were you gonna find quick cash in a non sketchy way?

shutting the door before your neighbors saw you mid-crisis, your thoughts spiraled.

“fucking capitalism! i can’t do indeed without a resume, can’t even fucking do uber because i’d need a car and i use the subway..” you threw your hands up in frustration.

after a few minutes of panic, your mind came to a full stop at the dreadful realization.

your last resort.

you’ve heard all types of horror stories about craigslist, and deep down you were just praying you weren’t about to become another storyteller for a fucked up job all for the sake of keeping a roof over your head.

nonetheless, you found yourself scrolling endlessly on the site through your phone, barbie bandaid clad thumb slowly landing on a job offer that seemed too good to be true. “hell no, this must be a ploy to get kidnapped or some shit. that much to watch a dog?” your eyes widened at the listing.

1 night only dog-sitter needed ASAP!! $150 hourly. (jeno is very playful and curious. *on the territorial side as a rottweiler breed* higher payment can be discussed if this will be an issue, thank you!)

you skimmed over the details for what looked like the fifteenth time, not fully trusting it. you knew you didn’t have much time and needed quick cash, but you didn’t want to take a risk.

“fuck it. i need this.” you sucked in a deep breath and cracked your knuckles, messaging the lister immediately.

if it turned out to be a deranged killer, at least you wouldn’t have to worry about rent!

the prompt ding from your phone nearly sent you flying at the quick response, spiking the anxious feeling at the pit of your stomach.

“damn, this must be urgent..” you mumbled, reading the response with budding apprehension.

65154427: thank you so much for reaching out! finding a last minute sitter has been a nightmare :(

jeno is a bit of a handful and he’s spoiled so those two things alone have cost me a lot of time when it comes to keeping long term sitters.

i hope that you’re able to take care of my puppy!

quizzically, you typed back some words of encouragement, confirming that the services in the dog sitting listing wouldn’t be a problem.

those seemed to be the exact words the owner was looking for because it was then that after a few words of approval later, you found yourself job bound in only a matter of a half hour.

so, not too shabby!

the thought of being kicked out with no way to pick yourself up haunted you for months and there was no way you were gonna let that shit manifest for you so this was a huge pick me up in your eyes.

“i love dogs and i’m good with them. what the hell could go wrong? the damn thing eats, sleeps, and shits! i’m going to be just fine.”

you blew off the brewing feeling of uncertainty in the pit of your stomach, before plopping on your sad couch.

everything will be fine!

—————

everything was not fine.

the pressure of doing a job well done was instantly heightened as soon as you found the place you were going to be staying overnight at.

a modern penthouse with gold outlining and neatly trimmed bushes stood in front of you as you entered, an even more upscaled elevator greeting you upon your entrance with a mocking ding.

who the hell were you dog sitting for? brad pitt?

“do not fuck up.” you whispered to yourself as you boarded the elevator, punching in the floor number with a shaky finger.

you were genuinely starting to become unmotivated at your ability to take care of this seemingly high end dog.

a smooth elevator ride later, you stepped out self consciously and immediately strode down the hall to look for the number of the place, not wasting time.

time is money. you repeated after your landlord internally.

the show of the city lights reflected appealingly on the top floors of the glass vicinities, your breath stilling at the admirable sight. “eat the rich but i could get used to this.”

your unconfident trudges finally came to a stop at a creme door, luxuriously crafted. with that quality? it had to be.

your stomach broiled in suspense as you rang the two way intercom, free hand gripping onto your overnight bag at what would happen next.

“this is the sitter you called for? for jeno?”

a pregnant pause had passed until you heard a small ‘mhm’ being thrown back in return on the intercom, your face dropping immediately at that.

some fucking professional.

the ear-penetrating buzzing blasted out from the intercom as a result of the door being unlocked, alerting the nosy hallow halls of the presence of a new company.

you took a deep breath to calm your nerves before pushing the automatic heavy door open with your hand and strolling into the spacious home, placing your items down on the couch.

first mistake.

“jeno!” you made kissy noises and crouched, expecting to be met with the love of a young and energetic puppy.

“you shouldn’t put your things on other people’s property, miss sitter.” a bass filled tone spoke from behind you, a shrill gasp ripping out of your throat.

“what the hell?” you grabbed onto your chest, heart damn near beating out of it’s cavity while you rose from your bent position and turned to look at the source of noise.

an attractive male stood tall before you, hands tucked into the pockets of his raised hoodie and legs adorned with what looked like balenciaga sweatpants. his sharp eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of you, causing you to curl into yourself at having dared to make eye contact with him.

oh.

“where’s jeno?” you tried hard to steady your clearly wavering tone and glanced around to avoid any further awkward stares.

“you’re looking at him.” jeno snorted and knocked back his hood with a veiny hand, revealing golden blonde locks and a pair of black floppy ears.

the world seemed to stop at that moment. how in the hell> did you skip over the fact that you were looking after a grown ass man?

“no— no i’m supposed to be looking after a puppy with attitude problems and a cute little underbelly. you.. you’re not that!” you refuted, backing away in astonishment.

jeno’s head tilted, soft ears quirking at your remark,”do you not see the ears, dumbass? i am a puppy. didn’t my owner tell you i’m a rottweiler hybrid? or like, anything about me at all?”

your eyebrows furrow in on themselves at his insolent reply, lips suddenly falling agape in realization. “damn. i should’ve known. average dog sitting doesn’t pay that much an hour.”

“i don’t care, just get your shit off of my seat.” he grumbled, waiting expectantly for you to take your bag off of the couch.

an annoyed expression etched its way onto your features, your once confused face dropping quickly at jeno’s rudeness,”listen. i don’t want any problems with you. but we’re about to have a very uncomfortable night if you don’t understand basic fucking respect, asshole.”

jeno’s jaw clenched, your heart rate picking up once more at his mirrored annoyed face. something was 10x more terrifying about his own annoyance than yours.

the taller male slowly made his way over to your small stature until he was mere centimeters apart from being pressed against you,“if i want your stuff off of mine, it comes the fuck off. if i tell you to jump, you ask how fucking high. no questions asked.”

“you’re not listening. you don’t understand how this works—“

knocking you back a few steps with a swift nudge of his chest, his ears stood predatorily. “i understand that you don’t know how things work in my house. catch up.”

you now understood why you were being paid a fortune to look after this horrifying brat.

you rolled your eyes and bumped past him to take your bag off of the couch, his stiffened body instantly relaxing and the uninviting aura around him shifting into one of tranquility.

“so, it looks like the girl has a brain in that thing on her neck.”

you were starting to regret coming over in thin sweat shorts and a cropped long sleeve, feeling embarrassed as you felt your arousal leak through your pants.

he was insulting you and you were getting horny.

jeno stared you down for what seemed like an eternity before snorting and turning to leave up the steps in disinterest, not bothering to look at you,”guest room is up and second to last door on your right, bathroom is under renovation so if you wanna piss or shower you’re stuck with me, princess.”

this was a problem.

you weren’t about to tiptoe around this asshole all night! but you had to make the best of it. after all, this was your ticket to keeping a roof over your head.

sighing dramatically you plopped onto the floor, the spacious couch staring at you jeeringly while your ass began to hurt within seconds of sitting on the hardwood.

dickhead wouldn’t even let you sit.

—————

the clock was nearing eleven when your stomach started to fuss angrily. you already changed into your pajamas and spent hours tapping away on your socials. your last meal was hours before you stepped in the building so you were bound to be starving by then.

unsure what exactly you could touch without getting your head knocked off your shoulders, you just decided to take a chance.

second mistake.

you lightly toed your way into the kitchen and over to the grand fridge, opening it as quietly as possible to not stir the beast in his cave.

“what to eat.” you muttered to yourself, scanning the contents and deciding on making noodles with the ingredients in the full fridge.

the house was filled with a daunting silence as you began preparing the meal for one. you felt like prey in the middle of a forest trying to refeed before the scary predator came and snatched you up.

“hey, you. ugly girl. the fuck are you wearing? you’re barely covered up.” jeno’s daunting voice called out from over the counter.

damn it. you nearly seethed.

“it’s y/n, fucking dork.”

“okay, y/n. the fuck are you wearing?” jeno asked again, nose scrunched and top lip curled in aggravation.

“i was fixing to watch a dog, not babysit a demonic hybrid. and whatever i choose to wear doesn’t have anything to do with you.” you turned back to your food, giving it a good stir before popping open the stainless steel dishwasher next to you.

he watched wolfishly as you bent over without a care in the world to grab a dish and scoffed,”any more and those pair of panties you call shorts are splitting in half. you’re provoking me.”

“i don’t know what you’re into, perv, but the way you’re describing me with so much fire is giving me the impression that you like it. go fuss about the ass you’ll never have somewhere else.” you waved your free hand at him, shooing him away while leveling yourself back up and placing the bowl onto the counter.

“whore.” jeno stalked off towards a different part of the spacious house.

who knew where he’d pop out from next?

—————

midnight quickly approached and your stomach was full, your mood shooting up after that delicious bowl of instant noodles. you’d have to buy those when you got back to your apartment.

jeno hadn’t made an appearance since his harassment earlier and you were thankful, not up to playing his bullshit at this time.

all you had to do was find your room and hope that there would be no more challenges.

how could you fuck that up?

after cleaning up after yourself and grabbing your bag, you made your way up the steep steps and toed down the hall to the provided room.

the large hallway was pitchblack and the only lights guiding you down safely were the ones flashing from under what you assumed was jeno’s room.

getting to your room, you tied your hair back and out of your face and placed your things down by the door. daringly deciding to check up on him, you bounced lightly on the balls of your feet to his door.

suddenly, the world stilled as you mistook one step on the hardwood, a groaning creek shouting out a call from the floorboard alerting jeno and anyone if they were in proximity.

shit!

bolting down the steps, you nearly tumbled down the last few but regained your composure and ran straight for the other side of the house.

you weren’t sure where you were going in the dark but now it dawned on you that the safest place would have been the guest room.

jeno’s footsteps were loud and fast, chasing after you as if he were in the middle of a hunt. “stupid girl. you know i told you to fuck off.”

trying to hold in your pants as you ducked down under what seemed to be a dinner table, your heart beat uncontrollably in your chest.

“i can hear your breaths. can practically smell your fear too.” he grits, pacing around the table.

you just prayed his vision wasn’t good in the dark. it was a roll the dice chance after all, being that he was a hybrid with the characteristics of the most brutal hunting breed there was.

waves of silence washed over the both of you and jeno’s steps couldn’t be heard anymore, neither could your once shaky breaths.

this is the end. you thought. he’s going to maul me.

“this is what you wanted right?” you suddenly heard the low voice in your ear, the hair on your neck standing in surprise.

before you could duck and run, jeno grabbed you by your neck, large hand closing easily around your delicate throat.

“cant— i-i can’t fucking breathe!” you wheezed out, thrashing in the death grip.

“it’s what you asked for, y/n. say it.” you couldn’t make his face out in the pitch blackness but you swore you could see the flash of his canines curved into a taunting grin.

he didn’t wait for a response before crawling out from under the table, your neck still held in place by his unforgiving hold.

puffing out what felt like your last breaths as your kicks grew weaker, jeno finally let go of you, your head dropping onto the cold floor roughly.

hacking and wheezing, you wondered if the money was even worth it now. this hybrid was hell sent.

jeno slicked your hair back with his hand while you hiccuped,”there there.”

“you fu— ow! jeno stop!” you scream out, nails digging into his forearm as he hoists you up into a sitting position by your bun.

“poor you. you’re not too sure how to play this game, am i right?”

“freak! let me go!” your nails dug deeper into his arm, causing him to rip his hand away from your hair and hiss in pain.

“fucking bitch!”

you took this opening to shoot up and lunge across the room, shooting up the steps.

with jeno’s door wide open you could see your room perfectly and it was close within your reach.

so close.

a hand shot out and gripped your wrist, holding you in place, causing you to cry out.

how the hell was he so fast?

“you’re not innocent. if only you could see yourself right now.” jeno laughed.

you must’ve been so caught up in the chase you weren’t aware of the growing patch of arousal staining the entire front of your pajama shorts.

“its— ”

jeno lifted a finger to your lips, shushing you.

“i know all about you. do you like the chase, y/n? do you like it when i’m this rough with you?” his eyes creased with entertainment at your desperate expression.

the finger to your lips dropped as you opened your mouth and he was backing away.

“your call. i won’t show any mercy once you’re in though.”

your mouth definitely played against your brain at that moment,”wait! wait. how are we gonna do this?”

jeno’s head tilted, perked ears dropping,”do what? i thought we were playing a game.”

he’s fucking playing me. you thought outraged.

it wasn’t exactly your gameplan to get your back beat in by this hot puppy hybrid, but now that you were in, there was no way in hell you were backing out.

“i want you to— to… fuck me.” you looked to the side, words falling off your tongue timidly.

“okay.” jeno shrugged casually.

“okay?” your jaw nearly fell to the floor.

after all that?

“do i have to come get you, or are you gonna get over here?” he stuck his hand out, waiting impatiently for you to grab a hold of it.

once you grabbed the large palm, he tugged you into his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

you stared in awe at the spacious quarters, letting out a surprised huff at the eager shove jeno gave you towards his bed.

“should we really—”

jeno laughed amused,”what happened to ‘oh my god! please fuck me jeno!’”

your nose scrunched in embarrassment as you took the hint and began sliding your pajama pants down,”don’t look.”

“such a baby, fine i won’t look.”

the taller male turned and slid out of his sweatshirt easily, tugging his shirt off after and walking over to lock his door. “can i turn around now, baby”

you sat on the bed nervously, playing with a loose thread on the duvet and curling your toes. you weren’t sure if this was such a good idea now that you were in his room, but you definitely wanted this.

“yeah, go ahead.”

turning almost too eagerly, jeno took a moment to scan what he was working with before silently making his way over to the bed and crashing his lips against yours needily.

“mmf— jeno!” you froze in place, unaware of what set him off as he attacked your neck next.

“don’t talk.” he murmured out authoritatively, taking a hold of your clenched thighs and lifting you with ease. he dropped you on the middle of the bed restlessly and was quick to slide out of his sweatpants, your eyes widening with every passing second.

“are you fucking crazy? where’s that thing even going?” you scrambled up into a seated position, legs closing together.

“ugh, y/n stop stalling. it’ll fit just fine.” jeno pried your legs open.

“you’re not even gonna prep or anything?” you tried, backed against the headboard at this point.

he settled in between your legs, his hand dragging his leaking tip between your salivating folds,”don’t be such a fucking baby. i know you can take it, y/n. just loosen up.“

a part of you felt scared that you’ve never taken anyone this big before but his endless pressing seemed to get more firm by the minute.

“okay.. please go slow, jeno. i’m being serious.”

jeno scoot up wordlessly, running your slick down the base of his hardened cock and dipping in slowly.

your face twisted in pain, fingers grabbing the sheets tightly. “it hurts— jeno it hurts!”

jeno’s jaw fell slack, hips drawing forward as if there were any room left. “shh, baby. you’re opening up for me so well.”

involuntarily clenching, your entrance slightly burned at the sudden intrusion. jeno bottomed out before lifting a hand to pick the stray strands off of your sweat beaded forehead, lips pulled back into a devilish grin.

your heart began to race once you met his clouded gaze, unsure if that was a good sign,”jen—“

he pistoned forward, heavy length pile driving into you with no end and placed his hands on top of yours, forcing you down and pliant.

“slow, you idiot! i said slow!” you cried, back smashing against the headboard with every thrust. by the entranced look of pleasure on his face, you realized there was no getting through to jeno as he rut into you.

“so fucking tight. can’t believe you didn’t even ask for a condom. little whore wants me to breed her dumb pussy.”

quickly, your body began to take calm to jeno as one particular thrust had you pitifully moaning. “just like that.” you hummed, another shameless moan pouring out in suit regardless of his realization.

“y/n, i’m gonna turn you over.” jeno said lowly, hips slowing down to switch your position.

within a matter of seconds, you quickly found yourself face down into the sheets that reeked of jeno’s scent and your ass up.

jeno’s fingers gripped your waist bruisingly as he picked up, satisfied groans ripping out of his throat.

your face squished into the mattress with every thrust, annoying you to no ends but nonetheless drawing aroused noises out of you at your usage.

squeezing around him as well as you could, jeno’s head fell back and his hips gained momentum. you gasped as you felt his hand leave your hip and onto the back of your head, stuffing it into the bed.

“what are you doing!” you called out, words muffled by the duvet.

you could hear the preen in jeno’s taunting tone,”fuck you here? is that what you said?”

you laid confusedly before you felt him pull out all at once and tap his tip teasingly against your rim.

before you could protest, jeno was sliding into your gaping entrance again and thrusting with vigor, almost as if he wanted to silence you.

his actions were incalculable at this point, forcing you to believe he was just saying things to get you to react.

soon enough, his movements grew sloppy and breath got heavier, signaling to you that he was close until his creamed cock was sliding out and being pried into your rim.

your hips shot up at the intrusion, painful shouts eaten up by the mattress.

i’m going to kill him. you thought.

an animalistic growl ripped its way out of his throat as your hole slowly made way for his throbbing length,“fuck, i’m never pulling out. beg all you want. this hole belongs to me.”

your teeth grit down into themselves as your thighs tensed, you had lost all energy to try and push him off leaving you vulnerable to his thrusts.

jeno paused for a second, stilling inside of you. with the hand he used to push your head down, he was now using it to pull your head up, fingers threaded in your hair near the scalp.

ignoring your cries of pain, jeno leaned in and pressed his spit-licked lips to your ear, your body collapsing from his weight against your own,”was this the ass i’d never have? hm, y/n?” he whispered mockingly.

jeno snuck his free hand underneath you, using two fingers to pry open your drenched folds and using another to rub quick circles onto your clit.

small whines filled the room as he worked his hips into your hole, finger continuing to swipe at your quivering core.

“fuck, that’s it, baby. i knew you could take me here too. feels so fucking good.” he huffed out.

a muffled knock came at the door just then, motivating jeno to snap his hips into your ass and curl up the fingers dragging against your aching clit.

your head snapped over to the door, adrenaline rushing through your system as well as guttural moans spilling out once his brutal pace drove untimely squirts out of you.

your jaw hung slack as your orgasm hit you a pulse later, legs jolting up.

“jeno!”

“jeno, unlock the door! what are you doing in there!” the doorknob jiggled under pressure, frightening you into clenching madly.

“pull out, dumbass! it’s your owner!” you hissed, batting his hand out of your hair as you regained your senses.

“shut up, y/n, i’m gonna cum.” he groaned out throatily, digging his nose into your neck as his hips slowed. you felt his teeth graze the sensitive skin in the crease of your neck.

sighing irritatedly as he released inside of you, you kicked your legs out from under him,”we’re about to be in so much trouble, get the hell off!” you complained, flinching as the knocking on the door got louder.

“get under the covers and pretend you’re asleep.” jeno lazily muttered after rolling off of you and leisurely redressing.

he tossed your clothes at you to hide with you as he made his way to the door and shut the tv off, swinging the door open with annoyance.

“the sitter fell asleep while we were watching a movie, you didn’t have to do that. what are you doing home so early?” you heard jeno mutter.

your eyes were shut delicately, breathing lightly as silence fell over the room. you assumed you were being spectated.

“i got anxious. i know how you get around sitters and i insisted i leave early.” the unfamiliar voice sighed out. “when she wakes up tomorrow, you can tell her i’ve already paid her for the full night.”

“will do. anything else before i go back?” jeno asked impatiently.

“yes actually, there is. you forgot to pick up the girl’s underwear you little shit.”

freezing in his spot, jeno didn’t bother turning to see if it was true or not. “it was an accident.” he whined, shocking you at the soft sound. you were convinced he was incapable of anything remotely pleasant.

“we’ll talk about this in the morning. stay the hell away from the poor girl tonight. get downstairs, go.”

as if you could feel jeno’s icy glare shot towards you, your body tensed until all you heard was the door click shut and footsteps furthering down the hall.

you were positive you’d be quite familiar with this home soon enough. after all, you were good with dogs.

©meowjunie | do not copy to other websites or plagiarize

#jeno x reader #nct dream smut #nct dream #nct dream fanfic #nct dream x reader #jeno smut #nct dream x you #everything jeno

[goldyeokki]

TWO FOR ONE ★ TEASER

★ GENRE! ★ fluff, filthy smut with some plot

★ SYNOPSIS! ★ you come home after a long day to your two boyfriends in skimpy maid outfits. while they fussed over you, you had completely forgotten that it was your birthday. good thing that they had something special prepared for you on your day.

★ WORD COUNT! ★ 627 (est. final wc - 6k) ★ CONTENT WARNINGS! ★ reader is referred to with they/them pronouns; polyamorous jeno x reader x hyuck; feminisation; nohyuck in skimpy maid outfits; m/m affection

★ HUA'S NOTE! ★ the teaser is here!! i'm going to put all of my energy into this fic for now. this is going to be a birthday gift for my bestie @tddyhyck so it'll come out sometime in the second week of august ♡

“i’m home,” you call out to the quietude beyond the entryway. you notice the scent of oven-baked chicken and your stomach growls instinctively. your brows knit into a tight frown and you pat your belly as if it’ll soothe the hungry beast. “jen? hyuck?”

your feet immediately start to slowly move towards the source when you don’t hear a response from either of your boyfriends. there’s no way a stranger broke into your apartment, cooked you some chicken, and then left, right?

“my butt feels exposed in this . . .” jeno’s unmistakable voice perks your ears up.

“we gotta do it for our baby! y/n just submitted a hellish pitch and we’re spoiling them for a job well done.”

“they mentioned they find men in maid outfits attractive once and you go the entire highway to hell with the gag.”

“i know what our baby likes, so stop whining, jen!”

“i’m not!”

more often than not, you come home to them bickering over something and tonight is just like every other night. you can’t help but smile to yourself when you realise that they have no idea that you’re home and spoiled the surprise for you by complete accident.

though, the mention of ‘maid outfits’ paired with the strong, rich aroma of oven-baked chicken makes you extremely curious. you turn the corner to find your dining area set up for only one seat, and it’s the seat that you always claim whenever you eat together.

“jen, hyuckie, i’m home.” you say out loud, waiting for one of them to pop out.

donghyuck’s head peeks out from the side with a frilly black-white-and-purple hairband perching delicately on his crown. jeno appears next, onyx eyes sparkling with unbridled joy as he stares at you in a mix of surprise, excitement, and nervousness. he turns his head to look at the younger male, as if quietly asking what’s next in slight panic. then, you realise a soft jingle that follows his every movement and your eyes are brought to the floppy puppy ears that conveniently have a little bell attached to each.

“y/n, you’re back!” pure delight spreads across donghyuck’s face and he’s the first to reveal himself fully to you. a mixture of frilly blacks, whites, and purples attacks you. when his arms wrap around you to trap you, he buries his face in your neck while littering as many kisses as he can wherever he can reach.

“hi baby, welcome back.” jeno waves at you from the kitchen, still hiding himself. donghyuck pulls away to look at the silver-haired male. “what? don’t look at me like that, dude.”

“did you just ‘dude’ your own boyfriend?” he sasses and jeno rolls his eyes playfully. “aren’t you gonna say hi to our baby y/n and welcome them home properly?” he has one arm around you, pulling you close before pressing a soft kiss to your temple to prove a point.

“am i interrupting playtime for the two of you?” the corners of your lips curl upwards into a small, amused smile as you turn to look at your boyfriend.

“no, you’re not interrupting anything at all, pretty thing.” donghyuck solely focuses his attention on you now, leaning forward to give you a gentle, chaste kiss. the second he makes contact, it feels like you can melt into him and let all of your worries for the day disappear. “we just wanted to prepare you a little surprise because we know how stressed out you’ve been lately. so lee jeno, pleaaase?”

“i hate you.” the poor victim grumbles from his safe recluse in the kitchen.

“i love you too, lee nono!” your boyfriend teases in a sing-song voice, not once hiding his giggles that you can’t help but laugh either.

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[lucerocosplay]

Shohki Mask Cover

construction notes & photos under the cut

This has been a long time coming! I'm glad she's a costume I can work a mask into without it breaking the design of the character. I feel like people would be less inclined to ask that you remove it for photos this way ^^;

I went with a very thin cotton gauze fabric (#9 "coffee" if you're wondering), think a slightly thicker cheese cloth. It's very breathable as a single layer and seemed the best choice for an N95 cover. The shape was really only achievable with this fabric because of the shape of my mask underneath, and some strategically placed 1/2" wide horsehair braid tubing from the dollar tree. I usually stock up around halloween but they stock around christmas too!

Process is very straight forward, just traced my mask on the fold and made some rough adjustments for a card stock mock up. I like 90-110 lbs for this sort of thing but construction paper can work in a pinch too. Cut that out and fit to my face, tweaked the placement on the nose bridge and added a 1/4" allowance for bias tape/facing, and appropriate allowance for flat felled seams.

The ear tab was extended to cover the mask underneath, and included allowance for support fabric (denim scrap in my case) to support two eyelets intended to thread the elastic of my mask through. Then it was just patterning out the rest of the mask elements and making note of seam allowance and how to cut each piece. I trimmed the tape holding together the card stock mask apart and finally got to cutting out the fabric once that was done.

There isn't anything fancy going on, the hardest part was just the inset mesh panel over the weirdly shaped keyhole cut outs on the mouth piece. It's just black nylon mesh typically used for interfacing bras sewn on after making the keyholes.

This fabric is like if toilet paper were a textile, which is great for breatheability and weight but absolutely hell for machine work like this. It's not for a competition so for me, hiding messy stitching with weathering later was ok.

The portion of the mask running from the underside of each ear tab was finished with homemade bias tape. The same method was used for finishing the top portion that runs over the bridge of my nose. The ends were simply folded and sewn down at the ear tabs for a clean finish.

The side "filters" have an extra 1/2" long extension so I can tack in the ends of some horse hair tubing, then double fold the fabric back into itself before hand tacking with tiny stitches from the outside. That helps the light fabric balloon out into that shape, along with another layer of that same mesh interfacing.

They are really fun actually, very floppy with great movement. Though they stick out a tad too much so I did add one small french tack to the center of each to help them point downwards but retain that movement. The "filter" took the most hand finishing out of the whole thing, but that was to be expected.

Once the little side "filters" were sewn in, there was just light weathering to do. I wanted to add some shadows and potential "mold spores" to certain areas to really make the texture pop and hide some messy stitching. Light passes with a dry brush and some acrylic helped a lot, so did referencing photos of mold growth on clothes.

It was a pass of burnt sienna along all seams and large patches where high humidity would accumulate. Then another lighter pass of burnt umber to deepen up areas, and some very sparse areas of white. Finally I wanted to give it the "blue cheese special" and mixed a little viridian green and that same white and hit the white areas first then dry brushed the spaces between mold patches. I'm trying to replicate active mold colonies so reference photos came in handy here. I also used some nail polish to match the grommets to fabric.

Maybe when I am not crunched for time I will get around to digitizing the pattern, but for now I hope the photos help anyone else trying to plan out a mask. Obviously the shape will change a lot depending on the sort of fabric and mask you have on under it, not to mention face shape. I would imagine bifolds would give you more her classic feed bag profile than an origami style mask, however.

#my cosplay #cosplay wip #nausicaa #nausicaa of the valley of the wind #ghibli cosplay

[biancadjarin]

🍸🍒Modern!Eddie x Waitress!Reader🍒🍺

Blurb featuring Modern!Bartender!Steve

It’s only a Thursday night but the bar is slammed. It’s your second day and the other waitress, your supposed “trainer”, is nowhere to be found. Probably out back smoking another cigarette. You’re juggling 6 tables and one particularly difficult woman just flagged you down.

“Is everything ok ma’am?” You ask politely. “No, this wine is way too sweet. I wanted something dry. Bring me the pinto grigio!” She says as she pushes the full glass towards you. You smile and turn, rolling your eyes as you approach Steve and Eddie at the bar. Eddie’s sitting on his usual stool, drinking a beer while he scrolls on his phone. You lean onto the sticky bar top and wait for Steve to finish shaking a martini to get his attention.

Eddie eyes your profile, your cute face looking overwhelmed and stressed. He’s never seen you before, he usually knows all the new waitresses here. Fuckin’ Harrington, he thinks, always tries to keep the cute ones for himself.

“Hey.” Eddie says over the loud music, leather covered shoulders angling towards you. His fingers tap around the neck of his beer bottle. You glance at him, one eye still on Steve.

“Hi. Look, I’m swamped, if you want another beer, you gotta ask your bartender.” “No, no, it’s not that. Just- are you ok? Do I need to grab a tray and help you out?” He asks jokingly. You crack a smile at that, and Eddie’s heart starts beating faster.

“Cause I’m serious, I’ll take over. Drinks probably won’t go to the right people and I’d end up spilling food but, hey, fuck it.” He says with a shrug as he gulps the last of his beer. You shake your head and laugh, “please, I think you’re better off right here. I’m fine…” your eyes stare into his for the first time and you swear you feel the ground get pulled out from under you. He’s criminally hot. Like sculpted by the gods hot. Long hair framing the perfect bone structure of his face, two dimples poked into his cheeks as he smiles back at you. His eyes are like warm cups of hot cocoa, sweet and comforting. His worn in Black Sabbath T shirt contradicts his new iPhone 14 shining back at him.

“I’m Eddie. I’m a friend of Steve’s.” He nods toward the floppy haired bartender. “Y/n.” You say as you reach out a hand to shake his. He grabs your hand but he doesn’t shake it. Instead, he just holds it for a second. His warm, guitar string scarred fingers encircling your soft, cold ones. You giggle nervously as the butterflies are shaken awake in your stomach.

Steve appears out of nowhere, “bruh these frat douchebags are going to be the death of me, I think my arm’s going to fall off if I shake another martini.” he says to you and Eddie. You smile your most saccharine smile, “hey Stevie. The woman on 22 doesn’t like this wine. Can I switch it out for a pinot?” He growls in annoyance, “that’s a 7 ounce pour, y/n. you think Tito is gonna be ok with me just pouring that down the drain?” He asks you, referring to the manager. He raises his eyebrows as he throws a towel over his shoulder.

You shrug, “I guess not…” you mumble. “It’s coming out of your tips. Go write it down on the spill sheet.” Steve snaps as he pours the pinot grigio. “Ok, I will. Sorry Steve.” You say as you take the wine and head back to your tables.

“What the hell, man? S’not her fault some bitch didn’t like the shitty wine in this place.” Eddie says as he tosses a peanut at Steve. “How else is she going to learn?” Steve says as he rests his palms on the bar top. “This isn’t a daycare, I’m not here to hold her hand through life.”

“She’s fucking new, Harrington, give her a break.” Eddie says. Steve opens his mouth to argue before being cut off by a guy in a polo. “‘Nother dirty martini, barkeep!” Steve nods at him before looking back at Eddie. “You want another beer?” Steve asks him before he goes back to deal with the group of Chad’s and Dylan’s. Eddie shakes his head as he throws a 20 on the bar, licking his lips and winking at Steve.

He looks around the bar to say goodbye to you but he doesn’t see you. Everyone seems content, drinking their overpriced cocktails, eating their greasy food. Even the woman with the wine seems happy. The other waitress is back but now you’re gone. He heads toward the back door to leave, passing the digital jukebox that the frat bros have taken over-trolling everyone with Nickelback on repeat, passing the bathrooms and the breakroom.

You come out of the breakroom wiping under your eyes, sparkles that were once in your inner corner now smeared down your cheeks. “Scuse me.” You say as you try to squeeze past Eddie. “Hey, hey.” He says, hand coming up to cradle your elbow. “You good?” His eyebrows crinkle in concern, eyes scanning your face. You nod and try to squeak out a “mhm.” but more tears are threatening to spill.

“Was it what Steve said? I told him he’s being too harsh on you. I’m gonna go tell him what a dick he is, making you cry.” He says as he starts to turn around. “No! Please, I appreciate it but it’ll just make it worse. I can’t mess up this job. I just need to do better.” You say, sniffling. “Really. It’s fine.”

Eddie sighs deeply, looking back over his shoulder before turning to face you again. “He needs to do better. You’re doing great.” Eddie says, fingers squeezing the exposed flesh of your arm. You smile, looking up at Eddie and admiring his features in the low light, an old beer neon sign casting shades of blue and red across his face. The tight hallway is made even tighter with boxes and extra chairs lining the walls. This close to Eddie you can smell the beer on his breath, the weed on his shirt and the Cherry Smoke by Tom Ford on his jacket. You smile, “Thanks..”

He nods softly, dimples returning as he matches your smile. His phone starts to vibrate, the opening notes of For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica ringing from it. He looks at it before silencing it and focusing back on you. “I gotta go but can I text you later? You can tell me all about why a sweet, beautiful girl like you needs a job at a shitty dive bar so bad.” He opens up a new iMessage and hands his phone to you. You type in your number and text “Eddie” to yourself.

He takes the phone back from you putting 🖤🍒 after your name. “If Harrington gives you anymore shit, you let me know, ok?” He says before leaning in to kiss your cheek. You smile and nod, all words leaving your brain. He laughs softly as he whispers how cute you are and he heads toward the door.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #modern!eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x y/n #modern!eddie x reader

[dispatchvampire]

Accidentally In Love (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FemaleOC

Warnings: Potentially lethal levels of fluffiness right now, potential for smut later. A little blood, canon levels of violence potentially. Plus size female OC, body descriptions.

Rating: PG-13 (right now for language, but look for this to change)

WC: 2200-ish.

Summary: 

Echo's living a normal life in NYC, a 911 dispatcher, the most excitement she gets is from the calls she takes. And then love comes crashing in one day when she's riding her bike through Central Park.

Steve and Bucky weren't looking for anything on their daily run around the park besides fresh air and exercise. The streak of purple eye candy on a bike that lapped them pretty regularly was a nice addition but not mandatory, at least until some impromptu roughhousing results in some civilian casualties in the form of the most beautiful woman either of them had seen in a long, long time.

A/N: AU, Post CACW, Bucky’s Chill and we have always lived in the Tower. Just call this a throwback to the found family, everyone lives in Stark Tower fics.

This is supposed to be a super-fluffy love story. Still undecided if I'm gonna keep this one going but posting now for giggles and grins. It's got some CSI:NY characters crossing over because why not.

I'm just messing about and playing in my WIPs folder. Not Beta'd: we die like men! (honestly, I tried but if you catch something I missed, let me know)

Chapter 1

Five miles at a time. Everything in the early morning hours was measured five miles at a time for Echo Nerys and her trusty mountain bike. From 6:30 to 8AM give or take, she was a glittery purple streak on a circuit through Central Park from end to end that she’d measured precisely both for distance and scenic value. The moment she left her job at NYPD Central Dispatch at 6AM, she was changed and on the bike, ready to go. She even had an appropriately timed playlist on Spotify. 

She’d started as early in the spring as the weather allowed for, in her long compression pants and jacket, getting her face chapped as she and her body remembered what it felt like to be on two wheels and free. A figure in all black in the early hours of the morning fast enough to pedal past the majority of the criminal element and yet still taking hits off her asthma bong when she paused to get drinks from her backpack. 

Now, though, with the summer slowly stretching out down the coast, she’d tied up her puff pigtails and ditched her all black for the wildly purple tie-dyed bike shorts, sports bra, and tank top, all matching, because why not and her favorite pair of sunglasses that made her look like a trained killer. Even her earbuds were purple. There were some who said she didn’t really have the body for the tightly clinging gear, but fuck those people, she was going to be comfortable and safe while she worked out and they didn’t have to look if it offended them. Her body, not-toned stomach, thick thighs and semi-floppy arms, was her own and had been through many of its own wars, and she could wear what made her happy. 

She’d picked up riding the previous summer and had taken it inside for the duration of the winter, riding in the basement gym of 1PP, but she didn’t have a whole lot to show for it physically other than shaplier calves and slightly thinner thighs. She wasn’t in it for the way she looked, but how good it felt to finally move after being sick and stuck with her joint pain for so long. Now that her meds were mostly managed, she was hell on two wheels, six days a week if she could manage, five if she wanted to go easy on it, and it felt amazing.  

On her pace, she saw herself coming up on a group of joggers just cresting the hill, the tallest among them, a hottie from the Homicide Squad, Donnie Flack. All black-haired, blue-eyed Irish, he was every dispatcher’s crush and untouchable as a museum piece because of his wife in the Coroner’s Office. No one wanted to test a forensic scientist’s ability to exact revenge. It was just poor planning. And he was such a sweetheart, it was impossible not to be his friend. 

“On ya left!” she hollered out as she approached the group, powering up the hill despite the way her knees screamed and her thighs burned. It was the principle of the thing, really, as she stood on her pedals and waved as she sailed past them with a jaunty grin. Now that she’d caught up to them, she saw it was a couple other guys from Homicide and one of the guys from down in Trace Evidence. 

“Lookin’ good, E!” Danny Messer, Flack’s whip-thin, mouthy bestie from Crime Scene Investigations, hollered back with a huge grin and a wave as Donnie stuck his fingers in his mouth and wolf-whistled. Messer was good people, and his wife was a doll. Echo lived in their building a couple floors down and had babysat their kids more than a couple times. 

Once she was out of sight, she concentrated on her speed according to the handlebar speedometer and focused on her Beastie Boys as she took the path around the edge of the Jackie O Reservoir. It was so beautiful, with duck families out in force, moms with their collections of babies trailing behind. The water made the air feel a bit cooler as the wind rushed over her skin as she progressed toward the Butterfly Garden. 

Next up on her list of gorgeous sights was the two guys in front of her that she’d dubbed Hotness 1 and Hotness 2. She passed them a few times on her rides, most mornings. Hotness 1 was tall like Donnie, but broader, with muscles upon muscles. He looked like an escapee from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, if Galatea had been 6’3” and blonde with cornflower blue eyes and an ass that would have reduced Michaelangelo to abject weeping. 

Hotness 2 wasn’t any easier on the libido, with his blue-grey peepers and long dark hair he kept in a bun at his neck to go with his panty-melting smile and muscles. His bangs broke free of their confinement framing his face as they drifted over his model-perfect cheekbones and brushed against his sharp jawline. Not that she’d been ogling. Much. 

Alone, they were the kind of flawless that caused traffic jams. Both of them together was an obscenity charge waiting to happen in their running shorts and sinfully well-fitting t-shirts, and more than one jogger—both male and female—had pulled up lame, run into a tree, or tripped over their own feet watching them go by.  

“On ya left!” she called as she approached them, smiling as they waved when she flew by. If she happened to be standing on the pedals and sticking her ass out a bit more than was strictly necessary, well, could anyone blame her? Really? Besides, their smiles and waves of acknowledgement were totally worth it.  

Just past The Loch was the Glen Span Arch, which always felt like a fairy garden to Echo. A stone bridge over the asphalt path with the stream running next to it and abundant trees, it was easy to imagine falling into a rabbit hole like Alice diving into Wonderland and never coming back. With the sun dappling through the leaves, it was here she felt like she was the only person in the world and life was perfect. 

At least it was, until a grizzly bear in a blue shirt and black shorts descended into her path from down the hill. Echo hit the brakes so hard the back tire came up off the path and ditched out on the bike to keep from hitting him. She went one way and flung the bike the other, doing her best to guard her face and head from what would likely be a hard hit.

“Fuckshit!” 

It was over in a second, she was in the creek, soaked to the bone on some very hard and unforgiving rocks that were currently poking into her ribs and hip, with no idea where her bike was. Or her sunglasses. Or phone. Taking inventory from toes upward, she was happy to report that for the most part, she’d likely sustained bruises but otherwise, she’d live. At least, until she tried to push herself up and her hand slipped on the wet rocks, sending her face first into the flowing water. 

“Ah Christ! Hold on!” a deep, unfamiliar male voice hissed as he hooked his hands under her arms and bodily lifted her from the stream. Literally picked her up like a discarded toy, and like she weighed just as little, cradling her to his surprisingly firm and muscular chest. “I got you, sweetheart.” If she wasn’t so busy reeling from the hit and sputtering from the water coming out of her sinuses, his warm, rumbling voice as he brushed his lips over her temple would have definitely done the job. “I gotchu, darlin’. Are you okay?”

“I think so?” Echo took a second to compose herself after he set her on her feet with his arm protectively around her waist, scrubbing a hand down her face to deal with the water and unfortunately blood coming from sore spots on the bridge of her nose and her chin. When she looked up from her bloody hand, she wondered exactly how hard she’d been hit in the head, because in front of her was the concerned face of the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, looking her over like she was the most delicate bone china and he’d just yeeted it off the dining room table. He cupped her jaw in his hand, thumb gently brushing over her cheekbone, it was familiar and more than a little terrifying. Who the hell was this guy and why the hell was he touching her? 

At her tiny, horrified squeak, his blue eyes widened, looking over his shoulder at his friend, Hotness 2, who had a cell phone pressed to his ear. “This is your fault, ya jerk. You plannin’ on helpin’ or what?” 

The grey-eyed Adonis with the long dark hair held up a strangely metal-looking finger and spoke tersely into the phone before hanging up and coming over to them with a disgruntled look on his face for his friend. “Medics inbound. Settle down, Stevie.” The moment those steel-blue eyes turned on her, though, it could have been the sole cause of global warming because damn, if she didn’t melt a little on the spot from their tenderness. “I am so sorry, dollface. I didn’t see you. Are you okay?” 

When he reached for her face to examine her bloody chin, she recoiled out of reflex, not fear, but unfortunately that was the moment that everything went to shit for the second time in ten minutes. 

“NYPD! Step away from her!” Flack had his gun out and his badge around his neck, with Danny doing the same as he cautiously approached her with the rest of the heavily armed, sweaty contingent. Apparently Tall, Dark, and Yummy wasn’t moving fast enough because then Donnie barked, “Now, asshole! Move away from her or I’ll shoot.” 

Both hands up and out to the side, 2 stepped back, eyes never leaving the gun trained on him. “You don’t wanna do this, pal.” He seemed amusingly calm, which made about as much sense to her as any of the rest of this, which was none at all. Blondie slowly straightened up further but kept an arm around her waist to hold her up.

The very fact that the man spoke seemed to incense her friend further. “You think I give a fuck about your opinion?” 

“Hey, that’s not necessary…” The man standing with her gave her a reassuring squeeze before stepping over to stand with his friend. 

With them occupied, Danny crept up next to her and moved her off to the side, surrounded by the rest of the guys from Homicide and Evidence. “She’s secure, Flack.” 

“Good.” The detective nodded before turning his attention back to his quarry. “Now what the fuck were you doing feeling up an injured woman? You get off on that?”

Hotness 1 was all calmly defiant righteousness, standing shoulder to shoulder with his buddy. “We called a medic for her, they should be here in a couple minutes. We weren’t looking and didn’t see her on the path until it was too late.” 

“This true, Echo?” Danny asked softly as he gently seated her on a nearby boulder and seemed to be checking her over for more injuries than just her face and her pride.

She went to nod but that rattled her head too much. “Yeah, Messer. I guess. It was just a regular crash. My fault as much as theirs, really. No real harm done.” 

Frowning ferociously, Flack clearly was not content with her answer. “IDs, I want ‘em. Now.” 

Blondie nodded slowly, alarmingly unperturbed about having a .40 caliber pistol pointed at his face. “Front right pocket. You wanna get it or should I?”

“Don’t get us shot, Stevie,” the longhaired man admonished his friend. From his long-suffering expression, this was apparently not the first time this type of thing had happened to either of them. 

Rolling his eyes, Flack held out his hand. “Alright, smartass, wallets now.”

While the Homicide Hottie (as they called him in Dispatch) held court with her two new acquaintances, the ambulance rolled up and the medics  began cleaning her wounds and checking her over as her worried neighbor stood guard over her. The last thing she wanted or needed was stitches and additional facial scars, but it looked like she might not get a choice in the matter. 

“Messer! Get over here!” The note of concern in the detective’s voice had her looking over immediately, only to find all the guns put away and all their postures seemed substantially less aggressive, though no less agitated. 

“Ma’am, could you hold still please?” The female medic with the gentle hands turned her face so she could clean the wounds better. 

She didn’t know if it was the movement or what, but all of a sudden, she was going down, hard. The last thing she remembered was the ground rushing up to meet her. Again.

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[thefuchsianeko]

As a "fun" design exercise I decided to mess with the Hazbin characters' designs... Not really "redesigns," but more so "refined-designs"-- Keeping their overall look or "essence" while trying to simplify them and clean up their colour palettes, as well as making sure they all look distinct from one another.

I tried to stick close to the original's style but I couldn't help using thick lines, lol. Along with the simplified shapes, it gives them an early 2000s cartoon vibe I think.

For the colours I tried giving them more unique palettes, as well as making sure that they had enough contrast (the colour value of this show tends to be... not great). Also the lineup at the bottom isn't my final selection, it's just a selection to get a better idea of how they all might look together side-by-side.

Eh, tell me what you think. I could keep editing these but like, I'm tired of looking at them lol. More info on each design (plus a speedpaint) under the cut. It gets wordy, sorry.

Charlie: Not much to say besides she needs more contrast in her colours. I changed her shirt to the same colour as her corneas (yellow) so it doesn't blend in with her skin. I wish her eyes were still black (not only does it bring better attention to her face, but it works better with the idea that she's a doll-- yknow, painted on eyes? Does that make sense lol). In retrospect, maybe it would've been good to try some browns with her colours? Idk. I kept her red since she's the princess of Hell, and Hell's main colour seems to be red. Oh also, I gave her some lines on her face and hands just to make her look more like a puppet/doll. The rest of her body would have the same kind of joints/segments.

Vaggie: Ok I know her hair technically looks more moth-like in her og redesign but... it just seems like too much? Yknow? It's kind of outrageous. Idk how well my solution works but I tried simplifying it. I simplified her bow as well and made her stockings more like leggings. Her X-eye now hides behind her hair. Her gloves are shorter. Also I took away that thing around her waist that.... seems to be a different colour than everything else??? Idk what's up with that. Sorry I took away her feet. I tried out some blue and purple with her, I think it looks nice. Only thought about keeping the red bow because I thought maybe it'll match her with Charlie. Also sorry I took away her boobs 💀💀💀

Angel Dust: So unsure about how I drew him... Specifically, his 2nd set of arms looks so floppy and tacked on, and his legs... Idk I'm not great at digitigrade legs but I'm pretty sure that's officially what kind of legs he has. His head is weird. I think I got the idea of giving him big feet from Meppity's redesign video (her redesigns are some of my faves). I took away his bowtie because... too many of these guys have bowties, and he already has a choker too. Also I had the funny idea of all the Hotel employees wearing bowties/bows of some sort, and Angel is a patron but not an employee... Anyway. Kept his gold tooth to link him to Val (who also has a gold tooth), and kept the dots under his eyes since I THINK they're supposed to be representative of his spider eyes? They can be taken away if need be, though. His gloves don't go all the way up and kind of look like dish-washing gloves again but, the way his gloves go all the way up and his sleeves go into them... it just looks so weird to me. Idk, maybe I should've just given him shorter sleeves, or even no sleeves at all 🤔 And honestly I still have no idea what's going on with his pants. Are they short-shorts? Underwear? Didn't change them anyway. For the colours, I made sure all his gloves were the same colour (still don't know WHY they decided to make his 2nd set not only a different colour, but the SAME colour as his skin/fur????). Turned down the saturation on his hot-pink, and gave his right eye the light pink instead of that almost-black colour (still kept his eyes different colours because I remember seeing a really old sketch page of Angel that insinuated that there was a reason for his eye being black). Made some of the darker parts straight-black just because I've been using that in all the other character's palettes, but this can be changed to his almost-black colour. Also tried a more purple palette to get away from all the pink, kinda really like it.

Alastor: I originally tried his coat with coattails, but wasn't sure about it and made it the original shape. Took away his monocle because fuck that it's unnecessary and clutters his face. Made his antlers bigger. Swapped out his shirt collar to be like the one Charlie's og redesign has, because the way it goes all the way up like that gets on my nerves? Idk maybe I just don't know anything about fashion design but it doesn't scream 30's-suit to me. You could probably take away the collar, though. I wanted to try a lot of darker colours for his palette since he's like... kinda the bad guy. Dark colours would work well for him. I'm worried about his arms getting lost in the black of his coat, but that's why his cuffs and hands are a different colour. Really wanted to give him more than just red so I spread out the yellow of his teeth; I like how it looks for his shirt, it also works well with his eyes to draw you towards his face. I also tried to (again) lessen the saturation of his reds and pushed them more towards orange to better match the yellow. Kept all the brighter colours to his upper body to keep your eyes there, too.

Husk: I think Husk was one of my least favorite designs when the pilot came out because he's a real mess of detail. His wings are the worst. His redesign isn't much better (like dawg why's he got these random-ass hearts everywhere). Simplified his wings to just have some circles and rounded shapes. Kept some heart shapes (like his nose, bowtie, and paws) but added a couple diamond shapes, too (mainly his suspender buttons and the shape of his white chest-fur). Really wanted to have more blatant club and spade shapes too (to add to the poker theme), but didn't want it to get crowed and decided the rest of the rounded and heart shapes worked well enough. Made his eyebrows shorter and more square-shaped. Didn't have many ideas for colours but knew that I wanted to try some oranges and yellows. Made his eyebrows a darker colour, and changed his eyes to yellow corneas with black pupils. Stands out more that way, I think.

Niffty: Did you know her name is spelled with two Fs? I didn't. I don't like it... Anywayyyy. Swirled her hair a little more, and took the yellow streak out. Added some fluff under her dress just to match her apron. Kept the dots on her shirt (though there are only two now instead of three) because I'm assuming it'll make sense later (like idk maybe she was shot to death and that's what they represent), but I wonder if you can take those away for a cleaner design? Gave her more rounded shapes. I said before that all the Hotel employees would have bows/bowties of some sort for these designs: Niffty's would be her handkerchief (yknow, it's tied into a bow in the back? That works right...? Eh.) I took away her cheekmarks 1) to clear up her face and 2) to make Charlie's cheek marks seem more unique and doll-like. For Niffty's colours, I (again) turned down the saturation on her pink. I wanted to try using some green and purple on her, since her inspirations include B-movie aliens and the song One-Eyed, One-Horned, Flying Purple People Eater. Tried using different colours for her skin, since a lot of characters in Hazbin have white skin, and for Niffty specifically I think the white skin along with her white apron dries-out her look (if that makes sense?) Though I do agree her having yellow skin is NOT good if she really does end up being Japanese. I think pink skin works well for her, though. Oh! And again, it helps make Charlie's design more unique with her white skin, making her seem more porcelain. I made Niffty's eyes yellow like her teeth, and then used the same colour for her apron to unify the palette.

Cherri: Ok Cherri's design was my ABSOLUTE least favorite from the pilot, too many senseless details I HATE her ripped pants. So hard to look at. Idk if you noticed in the time lapse but I had to re-sketch Cherri because 1) her pose was too similar to Niffty's (I was making their poses similar to their official art) and 2) her hair was giving me trouble... I kinda hate how her hair hovers to the side like that? Tried re-shaping her hair and now it looks like she uses a TON of hairspray or something, lol. Took away her tattoo but kept her freckles. Took away the skirt thing(?) she's got on her pants. Took the symbol off her shirt, but added an X to her pants (can be taken away, though). Simplified the rips on her pants to just be ripped knees. put a heel on her left shoe so she doesn't look unbalanced/uncomfortable. Made her gloves shorter. For colours, I again took away her white skin for the same reason I took away Niffty's white skin (less "dried out" palette and makes Charlie look more unique/porcelain). Afaik Cherri's not Asian so yellow skin could work for her, though I also tried green skin. Since one of her themes is cherries I wanted to use reds, pinks, greens, and blacks. I tried some green for her clothes (and again her skin), and also turned some of her pinks more red. Made her hair darker for more contrast, and tried using some red for her hair instead of pink (I like the pink hair, but again... red like cherries). In general her colour palette was the hardest to figure out but I think I found some interesting things.

Sir Pentious: Sir Pent was my 2nd least-favorite pilot design by only a little 🤏. It's all his eyes. He's very hard to look at. I took away all the eyes on his tail, and turned down the saturation on the rest of the eyes EXCEPT the ones on his face (maybe I should have just made those reds much different colours, but it still looks a lot better with just the saturation down). Took away his stupid-ass goggles and made the face on his hat a lot simpler (combined the mouth with the hat band; it can still emote btw). Replaced his bowtie with... *quick google search* A jabot? It's supposed to be a jabot I think. I think that's what it's called. More 1700s than 1800s, but eh. Maybe I should've given him *quick google search* a cravat maybe??? Eh, eh, not a fashion expert but anyway. I thickened his mid-section so it eases into his tail better because, the way it is in the official design it always made him look like a slug to me? I looks too... squishy. Banana-slug-lookin' ass Also took away his red-tipped claws and made them straight black. For his colours, I think the grey and yellow works for him already, though I do wanna see how he'd look with more green or blue. Most of what I did colour-wise was the eyes, but also his suit; still grey, but trying both darker colours and pushing it more towards blue and purple. I wonder if I made his skin a little too dark? Is it kinda hard to see his features? Idk. Idk how I feel about these colours. Bleh.

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[ymaohoh]

Chrissy Cunningham is a Brat - Fic - Oneshot

Munson suddenly gripped hold of her ass so tightly she hissed. “If you’re going to behave like a brat, I’m going to have to punish you.” Jason sees Chrissy and Eddie in the woods. Jason POV. Hellcheer Oneshot.

Word Count: 1,904

No plot. Just smut.

Also on Archive of Our Own.

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Well, your love is worse

Worse than cigarettes

Even if I had twenty in my hands

**

Jason Carver thought he knew his girlfriend. 

Thought Chrissy Cunningham was just like him. They were from the same backgrounds - nice homes, rich parents, good traditional morals and ethics. They’d been boyfriend and girlfriend since junior year when he tied his letterman jacket around her shoulders and told her thought it was time they made it official.  Over the course of that year they moved through the ranks and became really popular - he the hotshot athlete, she the pretty cheerleader - and when Chrissy made cheer captain in senior year he knew they were a cinch to be the King and Queen of Hawkins High. It was a cliche for a reason. His parents had met in a similar way. 

And yeah that popularity came with side-benefits. And yeah he often abused those benefits because some kids needed a healthy dose of ass-whooping, you know? Needed to know which rung of the social ladder they belonged on. It stopped them from getting too big for their boots. He never did anything illegal but he sure bent some rules. 

Chrissy didn’t know about any of that though and his team mates were sworn to secrecy. It was the same bro-code for their girlfriends. None of the teachers would dare make trouble either. His father was good friends with the school governors and would see they were fired if they dared try. 

Chrissy was a good girl. She had the right attitude and ideals as him. She went to church and played at cheerleading and looked good and neat in her little uniform. 

He would marry her after graduation. His parents would buy them a house nearby and she would give him a couple of kids and no talkback. She’d keep the house real nice while he went to college and in a few years he’d be fucking govenor. The wheels were already in motion. This has all been arranged before middle school. 

So when Patrick told him he’d seen Chrissy talking to Eddie Munson of all people Jason told him he was tripping. Why would anyone want to speak to him? 

Eddie Munson was a piece of shit trouble maker. Third generation trailer trash. A juvenile delinquent. 

“I know what I saw, man. They were whispering together in the library just before first period. Chrissy near jumped into the air when she saw me.” 

“Chrissy wouldn’t talk to that freak.”

“Want help finding him, Jase? Give him a reminder of what a creep he is?”

“Nah man. I need to talk to Chrissy first. Maybe he was just bugging her.”

What the hell?

But when he reached the cafeteria at lunch Chrissy wasn’t sitting at their usual table. She didn’t have one of her private tutoring sessions either. He glanced over at the freak table and his eyes narrowed when he saw Eddie wasn’t there either. 

He stormed over and clapped one of the freshmen on the shoulder. Hard. 

“Where’s your asshole leader?” he asked through gritted teeth. “Shouldn’t he be here making a jackass out of himself like usual?”

The kid with floppy black hair said, “Look man, he’s not here. I don’t know where he is. We don’t want any trouble.” 

He asked around his table some more and eventually got wind of a clue. People wanted to help Jason (even if they needed a little encouragement sometimes).  A passing cheerleader overheard (Stacey something) and said they thought they saw Chrissy out by the football fields just a few minutes ago. She’d been heading out towards the forest. There was a meeting spot down that way, she added, and Eddie Munson sold weed there. 

Jason waved away Patrick’s offer of help and stormed over. He didn’t need back up to take on Eddie Munson. 

He’d beat the shit out of that creep if he was selling weed to Chrissy. Or even if he wasn’t. What if he’d lured Chrissy out here on some made up pretence and was now bothering her? Chrissy was sometimes way too trusting for her own good. 

I’ll save you, Chrissy.

He followed Stacey’s directions and crept through the woods. He’d never been out here before. He couldn’t see any damn bench. 

But then he heard voices. He heard Chrissy’s voice! She sounded weird. Breathless almost. 

He drew closer and peered through the trees. The scene before him made him pause. His insides turned to raging fire. 

Jason had told her once that “ Good girls like you don’t go near creeps like Eddie Munson .” She hadn’t asked him why. 

Chrissy was with Munson, alright. 

** 

Oh, this body high

Gives me sleepless nights

It's a million times what any drug could give

And my red eyes

They go twice as wide

It might look like pain but to me it's bliss

They were sitting at the old picnic bench. Or rather, Chrissy was sitting on the top of the picnic bench with her bare knees splayed wide. Her short green and white cheerleading skirt was hiked up so high that he could just about see the creamy skin of her ass. 

And Eddie the Freak was standing right in between her legs. 

Chrissy had her back to Jason so he could make out Munson’s arms wrapped around her waist. He was holding her so tightly the line of his leather jacket was pressed against Chrissy’s cheer sweater. At least she wasn’t wearing Jason’s God-damn letterman jacket today. He stared at the entwined couple in horror. 

Jason didn’t know why he remained hidden. Maybe he just wanted to hear for himself what the hell was going on. 

“Eddie…” she sighed in a voice he had never heard before. She never said his name like that. “We have to be more careful. Patrick almost saw us this morning.”

“Fuck Patrick. Fuck your boyfriend.” Munson’s voice was unrecognisable too. Low and raspy. 

“If they find out what we’re doing, they’ll hurt you. You know they will. We have to keep this a secret.”

“It’s hard, Chriss. You know how riled up I get when I see you. Especially when you’re in that cheerleading uniform. How’s a man supposed to focus in class when those lips of yours look so fucking delictable. Makes me just want to taste them.”

Jason watched as they began to kiss but it wasn’t anything like how he kissed Chrissy. Chrissy usually held still when they made out, but this Chrissy was kissing Munson like she couldn’t get enough of him. He could see the way she opened her mouth wide for him so he could slip in his tongue. 

Munson nipped at her neck and she giggled. “Eddie! You’re not listening to me.” 

Munson’s hands were roaming across her back and down to her hips. Chrissy reached down and took his hand, stilling it. 

“I’m listening, baby. We have to be more careful. No more little looks. No more notes. No way the school can find out that goodie two-shoes Chrissy Cunningham likes being fucked by the freak Eddie Munson.”

He rocked his hips up against her and she gasped at the impact. 

“Like that, baby?”

“Mmm. You know I do.”

“Say it then. Tell me how much you like it.”

Jason couldn’t see but he could guess from the look on Munson’s face she was pulling one of her cute little pouts. She raised her chin defiantly. “Or what? You’ll walk away? I know you like this too. I can feel how much you like it. You’re fucking rock hard for me.”

Munson suddenly gripped hold of her ass so tightly she hissed. 

“If you’re going to behave like a brat, I’m going to have to punish you.”

“What are you going to do? Spank me? Pull my hair?”

Munson ceased his movements and though he kept hold of her, he drew his hips back a little to put some distance between them. 

Jason hated how Chrissy seemed to groan at that. 

“You love it when I spank you, Chriss. You always get so fucking wet from it. Remember a month ago at Reefer Rick’s where you came so beautifully on my cock? I couldn’t believe how wet you were. You made the most pretty noises, baby.”

“I remember Eddie.”

“Then what did we do?”

“I put your cock in my mouth and you went down on me at the same time.”

“You tasted so good, Chriss. Like strawberries and cream. You were gagging ‘round my cock, babe. You got it so far down that little throat.” 

Munson began tracing circles down her thighs. Chrissy was leaning into him brazenly, reaching again for contact with his body. 

Jason didn’t recognise this Chrissy at all. It was like she was one of those girls on porn tapes. He heard the gentle clink of metal as Chrissy began undoing the heavy belt. The noise of a zip being dragged down was almost obscene. 

“Oh Eddie, please. I want you now.”

“What? One look at my cock and you fall in line? Tell me what I want to hear.”

They kissed again and it was passionate and needy. Chrissy was almost shaking from want. 

“I love being fucked by Eddie Munson.”

“You missed this cock didn’t you, princess? Tell me how much you missed it,” Eddie said, his voice low and quiet. He traced her face with his fingers and tipped her chin up

“I missed it so much. I couldn’t even pay attention in class. All I could think about is how much I want you.”

“Good girl.”

Munson dragged down Chrissy’s underwear and shoved it in his back pocket. He once again wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her close to him. His other arm snaked under her knee, pushing it back so he could get as deep as possible. 

Jason heard Chrissy hiss as Munson’s cock slid inside her. 

“Fuck, Eddie. You’re so big. You feel so big inside me.”

“That’s it, baby. Take every inch in.”

“It feels so good.”

Munson began rutting up into her and Chrissy dug her nails into his shoulders. She then twisted a hand up into his long curls which made Munson groan. 

“I know. It’s why you keep coming back. Fucking Carver won’t do this, will he? Wants to wait until he’s got that ring on your finger.”

“ Eddie …”

“But Carver won’t be able to do this, Chriss. It won’t feel like this.”

“No,” she moaned. “You’re so fucking perfect, Eddie. You fit inside me so good.”

“That’s it, Chriss.”

“Make me come Eddie. Make me scream.”

“Hold onto me, baby…I’ve got you.” 

 **

Jason couldn’t watch anymore. 

Fuck this. 

A big part of him wanted to charge over there and knock that disgusting smug look off Munson’s face. Wanted to wipe away that look of utter need from Chrissy’s. But he didn’t. He turned away and stormed off back towards the school. 

Fuck that freak. Fuck that slut. They were welcome to each other. 

He didn’t see Eddie’s gaze on his back. Or the winning smirk that played on his lips. 

Well, if it's unhealthy then I don't give a damn

'Cause even if it kills me, I'll always take your hand

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A/N: A/N: You know, writing for Jason ain't fun. He's an asshole but the actor who plays him is so nice in interviews. Ah well. Enjoy some Hellcheer fucking. Lyrics are from Unhealthy by Anne-Marie and Shania.

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[sagau-my-beloved]

How do you think the archons would dress in our world?

Hell yeah this is fun to think about, I'll break my ideas down by Archon, but generally speaking none of them would deviate too heavily from their very obvious tastes, and you would have to give a decent amount of guidance in order to avoid any fashion disasters—

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Venti:

• So he definitely sticks with the green color palette generally, that's a given, probably pairs it with some brown and other earthy tones

• I imagine he would dress in a way that both classifies as casual, but you could also get away with wearing it to a Renaissance fair, if you know what I mean (bring him to a Renaissance fair, I'm begging you, that could only go well)

• I'm thinking flowy clothes, or at least flowy shirts, and I feel like he would be really into patterns

• Nothing super crazy, but I almost feel like he would wear tie-dye ironically, like he's the type to look for the gaudiest most blinding piece of clothing and buy it instantly just for the shock factor

• (I hope you're ready for Christmas, because he's absolutely winning every tacky sweater competition)

• If he's attempting to be especially fancy then maybe a poet shirt, high waisted black pants/brown shorts with those straps that kind of look like suspenders and dress shoes, but that's mainly for performances

• Of course the braids are a must, but he would start experimenting with more hair clips with flowers on them and such

• Soon he'll have a hair accessory collection and you'll have the honor of styling it to your liking every day

• For beachwear he'd jump on Hawaiian shirts and swim shorts, would probably also make you get him one of those big floppy hats and he could put his Cecilia flower on it

• As for pajamas I imagine a rather basic t-shirt/tank top paired with general pajama pants/shorts, nothing fancy there

• Finally general accessories, for some reason I could see him wearing an ankle bracelet, along with clip on earrings of various kinds (specifically clip on), and I feel like he would find creative places to put the Cecilia he usually wears on his hat

• Like he might wear it as a bracelet one day, or as a brooch, or on the side of a belt where he used to put his fake vision, he would just want to incorporate that in all of his outfits

• I couldn't see rings but I could see a few non-metal bracelets, also I think a messenger styled bag just really suits him

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Zhongli:

• You know that mid-thirty's male History/English teacher that you probably had a crush on at some point in high school?

• Yeah, that's how he dresses

• You might be able to discourage him from wearing full on suits everywhere, but collared shirts and dress pants are pretty much a given

• Never let it be said they don't look good on him, but he could pull anything off

• You might be able to get him to trade out the dress pants for a darker jeans, but the button up collared shirt is staying (tho on casual days you could convince him to unbutton a few of the top ones)

• Colors wise, it's pretty obvious that he would stick to the basic blacks, greys, and occasional golds on accent pieces

• If you beg him he might wear a floral print beach shirt and flip flops on beach days, I don't see him swimming heavily so sadly the shirt will probably stay on

• Now for pajamas, the funny answer is the striped pants and matching striped shirt combo, the more realistic answer is a black t-shirt and sweatpants (we can finally admire his arms thank god—)

• Accessories wise I could see a standard decent looking watch, obviously he's keeping the earring, and maybe a small necklace with something that reminds him of you that he keeps tucked under his shirt, along with a pretty killer belt he wears with every outfit

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Ei:

• She was very happy to find that the general styles in Inazuma do still more or less exists in the form of traditional Japanese clothing, but you're gonna have to steer her off into something a bit more casual

• I feel like she would be surprisingly into more muted vintage clothing, and you would have the honor of introducing her to thrift stores

• Obviously sticks with purples and lavenders, which pair pretty well with both black and white

• If you can't tell, I have a thing for black pants, but I just really think they would pair so well with a lavender sweater

• She could pull off a blazer really well, just saying

• And I really think she would just default to corporate office style for anything formal, could be skirt or pants depending on the event

• I could also see her pulling off flannel pretty well, just in general, but she might need some convincing for that because I don't see her as a willing pattern person

• For beach clothes I think she would rely pretty heavily on what you would like to see her in, probably wouldn't want to do anything too revealing though (I personally want to see her in a very cute flowy purple sundress, but that's just me)

• Bikinis are probably pushing the limit unless you happen to be wearing one too, but one pieces would be fine

• Pajama wise I feel it's either a very expensive looking satin/silk long shirt and pant combo, or something a bit more basic, like a nightgown, but a pretty one with lace and stuff, gotta stay classy

• There's not a whole lot to expand on when it comes to accessories, I do feel like she's the most likely to wear brooches though, maybe has a collection of them

• Would probably also cycle through a variety of necklaces, bracelets, rings and earrings, just whatever fits with the current outfit, a very versatile accessorizer

• Though if you give her a particular accessory she's going to try to incorporate it in everything, naturally, any gift from you is precious

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin x reader #genshin venti #genshin ei #genshin zhongli #idk whether to tag this headcannon or brainrot #guess I'll do both #headcannons #brainrot #these are fun to do

[mochimistress]

Hi y'all ! I just finished my most recent Steddie fic. If you have any headcanons or requests feel free to drop an ask ! Im always a slut for Steddie

AO3 full fic under the cut

Edith knew she was possessive. Clingy. Jealous.

Crazy, if you asked most guys.

Not that Edith gave a fuck about what they all thought. Not when she finally had him. The man of her dreams. The one who's had her heart for as long as she could remember.

Steve.

Her Stevie.

The beautiful, wonderful, gorgeous man who bridal carried her out of literal hell. Who bulldozed over any doctor unwilling to treat her and threw his father's name around even though he hated the very thought of using that power. Who nursed her back to health and refused to sneak a peek when helping her in and out of the tub (what a wonderful, fucking frustrating thought).

Who got along with her Uncle Wayne, sitting and watching the game with him, sharing a beer and laughing in commiseration.

And the day they finally got together. He'd set up a beautiful picnic in the woods behind his house, path lit up with twinkling fairy lights and her favorite foods laid out on a soft blanket. Steve had even fucking dressed up as her favorite Lord of the Rings man and recited Arwen's vows to her.

How could she not jump his bones then and there? (And what a bone indeed.)

Edith was already planning their wedding, something non-traditional, maybe a ripped up wedding dress, adorned with chains and sparkling blood-red jewels. Steve would look so handsome in a deep red vest and black tie.

(And maybe they were young, but when you almost fucking die for ungrateful small-town assholes, who gives a fuck)

Her Steve never made her feel lesser—like a trailer trash washout everyone said she was. He believed in her, defended her every time. Even bringing out his nail studded bat to deal with Carver's old goons.

With all the love and care and cherishing he gave her, how could Edith ever think about letting him go?

And all the love Steve gave her? She gave back just as much. Supporting him when he needed, when his head hurt too much, became too dark, swirling with negativity that didn't belong in his beautiful head. Stood up for him when the kids took it too far (they had no right to make fun of his grades or how long it may take him to process some stuff when he had literal brain damage-) And the way Steve looked at her every time she did it.

It broke her heart.

He deserved so much more than he'd been given. And Edith would be the one to give it all to him.

And yeah, Edith saw how other women would look at her boyfriend. How they'd try to flirt and bash their pretty little eyes at him.

(Oh, Edith certainly wanted to bash something.)

But Her Stevie never looked their way, never even gave them a passing glance. His eyes were always on Edith, alight with adoration and love (and lust that sent shivers down her spine and heat between her thighs).

And Steve was so fucking sweet all the goddamn time.

Chivalry may be dead, but Steve Harrington was bringing back a revival.

He held doors opened, helped with overflowing books and papers. He even stopped bullies from going after Edith's little sheepies and Robin's band friends. Hell, he'd lend out pencils if he could remember to bring extra (Billy Hargrove was lucky he was fucking dead, and Byers was on thin ice). No, with his soft, floppy hair, down-turned puppy dog eyes, and reformed heart of gold beating in his beautiful hairy chest, it's no wonder that people flocked to him.

So if Edith had to defend what was hers, could anyone really blame her?

Girls knew better than to go near Her Stevie. One wrong look and they'd meet the right side of Edith's combat boots. Because none of them knew Steve like she did (and never would, as long as she was around). They didn't know his dreams. Fears. Didn't sit up with him when the nightmares and paranoia were too much. Didn't know how to help him through his migraines and insecurities. All of them just looking to add Steve Harrington as a notch on their bedposts.

No, they knew to stay away.

Except.

There was always one bitch stupid enough to try, despite Edith's glares and other's warnings.

She (because Edith was not about to waste her time learning some tramp's name) transferred in halfway through the year. A grade below them and pretty, Edith supposed, long beach-blonde hair and a button nose.

With an attitude absolutely worse than dogshit.

She clung to her Stevie, even when Steve asked to not to. Wherever Steve was, she would just... appear. Basketball practice? She'd be in the stands, embarrassing herself with loud cheering. Shift at Family Video? She's leaning against the counter, arms crossed under her chest to push up her boobs.

(As if Steve would look; he'd always made sure Edith knew how much he loved her smaller chest. Perfect to cup in his large hands.

“Besides,” he smirked one night, “they'll have room to grow when I knock you up.”

God, he always knew what to say to get her going.)

No, Edith never needed to worry about Steve doing anything. Her sweet, loyal boyfriend would never.

But she took it too far.

She and Steve had a rare shift together at Family Video (after Keith had turned tail when the “earthquake” hit, and Robin was prompted to manager, it was easy to get herself into one of the gross green vests) when she walked in, trying to flirt and failing miserably. After watching her sad display for a good 10 minutes, Edith was finally able to ring her out, giving her a condescending smile and a fake-cheery “Come again!” when she crossed the line.

She'd leaned over and kissed Steve on the cheek, ignoring the look of utter disbelief and outrage on Steve and Edith's faces respectively. She was gone before Edith could even think about leaping over the counter and dragging her back by her dried up straw hair. Seething, she turned to Steve, and all anger disappeared as she took in her boyfriend's face.

Steve was staring after the bitch, mouth open and eyes wide. Suddenly, his face crumpled and he turned to Edith.

“E-edi,” he choked out, hands waving uselessly. “I-I swear I didn't know she would do that. I don't even like her-I swear I have never-I would never-” Steve's voice cut off, choking on his own unwarranted guilt. He looked seconds away from collapsing to his knees and Edith could see him begin to spiral.

She worked quickly, dragging the panicking man into the breakroom, uncaring of the empty, unattended store, and closed the door. Robin would understand, just as protective of Steve as Edith was (that was her brother, her twin flame after all).

“Stevie,” she said softly, grabbing hold of one of his warm hands and placing it firmly over her heart. “Breathe with me baby, follow my heartbeat.” She took an exaggerated breath, keeping her pulse even. Steve sucked in a breath, eyes closed and trembling. Edith remained calm as her mind rolled with thunder.

How fucking dare she do that to her Stevie. How dare she send him into a panic attack. She had no fucking right to kiss him, to ignore his boundaries-and then to send him spiraling into what he was most afraid of? To try to paint him as some cheater like his pathetic asshole of a father? She felt him let out a whimper.

“It's okay,” she shushed him gently, leaning up to place a kiss on his forehead and tipping his head to rest against her clothed shoulder. Steve's hands gravitated to her waist, where they belonged, and he breathed in her scent deeply. He held her there, grounding himself as she continued to hum reassurances.

Edith settled a hand between his shoulder blades, further leaning him into to her, and the other ran through the short locks at the nape of his neck soothingly (another privilege only she got to have and will ever have). She swayed them slightly side to side, letting the tension and hurt wash away.

“My sweet boy,” Edith cooed, pressing a kiss against the shell of Steve's ear, “I know you'd never do anything like that. You'd never lead anyone on or cheat. I know baby.”

With those final three words, Steve slumped fully, though careful not to put his full weight on her. The tension gone, like a puppet's strings snapping, in an instant.

“I'm sorry,” he said weakly, muffled by the fabric of her shirt.

“None of that darling; it's not your fault.”

No, it wasn't Steve's fault. Never her Stevie.

But Edith knew exactly whose it was.

And she would make her pay.

Edith leaned against the picnic table, cigarette held casually between her fingers. She did all her business here where no one could accidentally stumble upon. Secluded. No witnesses.

Leaves crunched to her right and she tilted her head, hearing the skank's loud footsteps before even seeing her.

“Steve?” She called, stepping into the clearing and stopping short when she caught sight of Edith. Straightening to her full height, Edith stubbed out the butt of her cigarette under her steel-toed boots. She was already tall compared to other girls, boots only adding to her imposing figure. She crossed her arms, looking the other girl up and down, unimpressed. “What are you doing here? Where's Steve?”

“I'm afraid he won't be joining us,” Edith smiled sharply, laughing when she took a step back. She pushed off the table, slowing coming to circle around her, a shark and her prey. “Stevie wasn't the one who called you out here. Hell, he doesn't even know we're out here at all.”

“What do you want?”

“Hm,” Edith huffed, stopping a couple of feet in front of the blonde, “I want a lot of things, but what I want right now-” she chuckled “I want you to stay away.”

“What!?”

“See, you decided to touch and cling and harass someone who very clearly didn't want it. Someone who had turned you down, way too politely in my opinion, and asked to be left alone. Someone who is in a happily committed relationship, who loves his girlfriend very much. Someone who's mine-”

“Ugh,” she scoffed, “you're really that fucking insecure? Steve could do so much better than some trash nobody bitch like y-” her words cut off, choking as the cold metal of Edith's pocket knife pressed against the skin of her neck.

Edith smirked, amused. “You think I give a fuck? So what if you think Steve could do better. He still chose me, and I'm going to hold onto him till my last fucking breath.” She pressed hard enough to get a trembling whimper. “And no snot-nosed pretentious bitch is going to do anything about it. So,” another shiver, “if you know what's good for you, you'll Stay. Away.”

Edith stared her down, dark eyes boring into her tear-filled ones. With a final scoff, she stepped away, blade folding elegantly back into itself.

“Now, be a good little girl and run along. I'm sure there's some dickhead jock just waiting to take you up on playing 'Hide the Sausage' with you.”

She stood frozen for a moment and Edith lunged at her, sending her rushing away, almost tripping over her own feet. Edith nodded, pleased, already planning her date with Her Stevie tonight (maybe a nice diner date with an even nicer dessert back in her ro-).

“Edi?”

Edith felt the air freeze in her lungs.

Steve stood on the other side of the table, face unreadable as his eyes darted between Edith and the direction the other girl went.

“S-steve-I-this is-” Edith swallowed, unsure. “I- what- what are you doing out here?”

“I came by the trailer to surprise you early for our date and Wayne said you were out here on a deal. I came to walk you back.”

“Did-how long were you standing there?”

Steve said nothing, continuing to stare at her.

Fuck.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-

Edith's breath hitched as her world fell apart.

He saw. He'd seen everything. He saw how she threatened some girl and held her at fucking knife point and now he was going to leave her and-

Lips crashed onto hers (when has Steve even moved-) and stole her breath away. Edith gasped, but quickly melted into the kiss, arms coming up to cling onto his shoulders.

Steve kissed her reverently, a single focused intensity that left Edith lightheaded. One arm around her waist, keeping her crushed against him as his other hand tangled in her unruly hair, almost afraid she would try to push away (as if Edith would her dream of doing that, not when he poured everything he was into her). She moaned, feeling Steve swell in his own pants. God, she could already feel it in her.

Gasping harshly, Edith had to pull away (Fuck the need to breathe, she though angrily), but Steve just moved onto her jaw. Nipping his way down to the spot he knew drove her wild, her knees threatened to buckle if Steve hold wasn't so strong. He gave her no chance of reprieve, sucking, licking, biting down-

“S-steve,” she stammered, pressing closer (not close enough, never close enough)

“I love you,” Steve whispered through a ragged breath into her curve of her neck. “I love you so fucking much Edith. Fuck-” He groaned out the last word, grinding against the heat between her legs. He leaned back up, chasing her lips as she pulled away, and let out a whine.

“Steve.” He tone made him pause, finally looking in her eyes. Confusion and weariness darkened her eyes. “I-you just saw me threaten a girl for-for-”

“For making me uncomfortable? For not taking 'no' for an answer and violating my personal space and boundaries when I've told her repeatedly to stop? For showing how much you love me? How much you'll do to actually keep me?” He growled the last words, giving her another dirty kiss. “God, Edith I-” Inhaling shakily, Steve squeezed his eyes shut. “I-I don't think I've ever been in love with anyone like I am with you. You... you make me feel like I'm actually worth something baby, like the things I say and do are interesting when almost everyone else has only ever made me feel stupid, lesser. No one's ever even fought for me, want me for me. You make me feel like...like I actually matter-”

“You do matter, Stevie.” Edith cupped his cheeks, making Steve open his eyes. They shun with unshed tears, though full of love. It made butterflies burst in Edith's belly. “You mean so fucking much to me. Fuck-you're my everything Steve Harrington. And nothing or no-one is ever going to change that. You. Are. It. For me baby, and all those people that ever made you feel any different are lucky I don't find them and-” She stopped, “well, You've seen what I would do.”

“Yeah,” Steve sighed airily, gaze softening into a look Edith had only ever seen directed at her. Full of devotion, as if she had the answers to everything Steve needed. It made Edith dizzy with the realization that Her Stevie's world revolved around her like hers did him.

“We need to go,” Steve said simply, picking up Edith into his arms and she let out a yelped “Steve!” he walked the worn path back to his car swiftly. “Need to get you back to my place baby. Need to show you how much you mean to me,” He whispered into her ear in a deep voice.

“Oh.” A shiver ran down Edith spine, settling into a ball of heat in the pit of her stomach. “w-well, sweetheart, better hurry before I decide to start off early.” She gave a dangerous smirk that Steve matched perfectly.

Edith knew she was possessive. Clingy. Jealous.

Crazy, if you asked most guys.

But. Her Stevie wouldn't have her any other way.

#steddie #stranger things #Lulu writes #might do a smutty chapter 2 not sure yet #fem!Eddie

[dadddybangtan]

Suck Torture | Interlude: Taehyun

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a.n… this chapter kicks off the next act of the story. if you thought the first half was complicated, it only gets more complicated from here. a slue of new tags will be added that i didn’t intend when i first started writing this three months ago. but i couldn’t be happier with where this story is going. please enjoy <3

Taehyun heard the lock on the door creek open at about two a.m. Beomgyu was home from his meeting with Hyunjin. He sprung out of bed to greet him, but he was met with an expressionless, emotionless human. On contact, he started to worry.

"How did it go?" Taehyun asked softly, careful not to provoke any negative reactions.

"Fine. He wants me to present a proposal with him or whatever."

His head hung low in his chest. Something was bothering him, something else. Taehyun knew that.

"Nothing tried to hurt you on the way back, right?"

"No." Said Beomgyu.

But he's lied about that before. There was nothing stopping him from lying about it again.

He silently made his way to Taehyun's room and he followed. He wasn't used to seeing Kai's bed so empty. Even so, Beomgyu didn't take advantage of that. He sat on Taehyun's bed.

"It was a vampire-demon hybrid that killed Kai," He started, "What's worse is that he didn't even remember it. It was instinctual."

"How is that worse?"

"Because I can't be mad at him. I just feel bad. The kid broke down crying and apologizing. For something he doesn't even remember doing."

"I see." Taehyun tried to understand.

"I feel worse for Hyunjin. He's stuck having to fix it all."

Beomgyu looked up at Kai's lone bed. He looked at the plushies that encompassed most of it.

"Why did it have to be him," He cried, "He was innocent. He was so fucking innocent."

That last word was muffled in Taehyun's chest. He cradled the floppy haired man. He questioned how Beomgyu, someone who's only known Kai for a few weeks, could feel so deeply about his passing. That was the thing about Kai, if they knew him, they loved him. His innocence and purity was so rare that people remembered him.

Taehyun also noted how empathetic Beomgyu was. How his anger dissolved after seeing the other side. How he pitied the monsters who killed their friend. His brain was wired in a way that thinks about everything. It seemed exhausting even from the outside looking in.

"Do you wanna sleep with me again tonight?"

Beomgyu shook his head, still buried in Taehyun. He didn't believe him until he said, "I don't wanna wake up and see his empty bed."

"It's empty, Beomgyu. That's how it is now." Taehyun was blunt because he knew sugar coating would only make Beomgyu feel worse.

"How are you so cool about this?" Beomgyu asked as he lifted his head up and wiped his tears.

"Because I have to be. Even though it hurts like hell, I can't let it show."

But Taehyun knew he could let that show if he wanted to. Yeonjun and Soobin weren't going to judge him for showing a little bit of weakness. Beomgyu wouldn't dare to either. He couldn't trust himself to be strong enough to show weakness.

Beomgyu slid into the sheets, moving closest to the wall so Taehyun wouldn't have to crawl over him to get to his workout. Taehyun reached over and pet his head.

"One day you'll get tired of being cool."

"I won't." He told himself more than Beomgyu.

"You will, and I'll be here for you when you do," He said, "I'll hold you and pet you. I'll be right here."

Taehyun huffed under his breath in disbelief. He saw himself as strong and cold. He took life as it came. Beomgyu didn't know him long enough to make an inference like that.

"Taehyun, do you think Kai would forgive someone who didn't mean to kill him?"

He huffed at that too. Until he looked at the little black eyes in the plushies on Kai's bed. Those eyes looked soulless to him but they meant everything to Kai. Then his heart started to ache. And the tears started to fall.

"He would." Taehyun whispered, letting out a shaky breath and falling into Beomgyu's chest.

As Beomgyu said, he was there. He held him safely in his arms as he sobbed. He kept him steady as his cries hiccuped throughout his small body. The tears soaked through his shirt, but he didn't care. He was there for him like he promised.

The next morning, as usual, Taehyun was up early for his workout. He ran down the stairwell of the apartment building as a warmup and down the street to the local gym. He had his earbuds in, blasting his fifteen-hour playlist on shuffle.

Going in to the gym, he went straight to the treadmill. He started off with a walk that gradually grew into a jog. He paced himself well and breathed accordingly.

He felt a presence on the treadmill next to him and glanced over a bit without breaking his focus too much. He faintly heard a few words spoken outside of his music, so he took out the earbud closest to the other.

"Oh sweet, I didn't know you gym here, bro. We could've been gym buddies."

When he looked over again, he saw who it was. Chan was his classmate last semester in music theory. In school, he dressed modestly, but at the gym he showed off a lot more skin. It made Taehyun question why he was grinding at the gym to begin with. He's ripped.

"I guess." He muttered, beginning to put his earbud back in.

"Hey, you like parties?"

"Sure?" He wasn't in the mood to talk.

"I'm throwing a new year's party, you should come, bring a friend."

"What about curfew?"

"Eh, that's only for public places. Can't put a curfew on my house, bro."

Just then, Taehyun noticed the speed on Chan's treadmill. He was pushing twenty miles an hour, about twelve more miles than Taehyun. He was insanely fast while still being able to hold a casual conversation. He wasn't even breaking a sweat. Can a treadmill even run that fast?

"Right. Well," Taehyun panted, "Just text me the address or whatever."

Completely unfocused, he stopped the machine and hopped off. Suddenly, he didn't feel like finishing his workout.

Instead he went for a walk, earbuds in and strolling along the city streets. Until he spotted a familiar silhouette across the street. He was the only one wearing all black, so it could be one person; Hyunjin.

He watched him slip into the library that Beomgyu worked at. He quickly jogged across the mildly empty street and followed him in discreetly, pulling the collar of his jacket over his mouth and keeping his head low. He watched Hyunjin from the corner of his eye.

He watched his careful and curated walk as he strutted the same aisle he and Beomgyu scaled the night before. It seemed like he was trying to find the empty space in which the book they grabbed was. Then Hyunjin's pale hand reached into his jacket and pulled out the small book. He snuck it back into the slot without any bookkeepers noticing.

The only one who noticed was Taehyun. That's probably why Hyunjin looked over his shoulder and made direct, daring eye contact with him. Taehyun shivered. The vampire slowly made his way to the man and Taehyun removed an earbud in case he decided to speak.

"Can we talk?"

He only nodded.

Hyunjin gestured toward the door and Taehyun walked after him.

"I'm sure you're wondering what I want. Or why I'd want to talk to you," Hyunjin clearly read his mind, "Especially after I shut you out last night."

"Yeah..."

"Firstly, I want to apologize. There's a lot going on with my family right now and we're trying to minimize the amount of people who know our situation. I was cold to you in favor of Beomgyu and I'm sorry." His voice was calm and mature. It was obvious that he was centuries older than Taehyun and his friends.

"It's okay, I get it."

"Secondly, I wanted to ask if Beomgyu was okay. I was too wrapped up in all this drama that I forgot to make sure Beomgyu got home safely so late at night."

"He's fine."

"Thirdly, are you okay," He asked sincerely, "Surely things have been hard since the loss of your friend."

Don't you mean the murder that happened to be strictly instinctual?

"So you're aware that it was instinctual as I am aware that it was a murder," He answered in a full mumble, "Excuse me for trying to censor those trigger words in public. I'm not exactly safe to be out right now."

"Look, I accept your apology and thanks for checking on Beomgyu but I don't see why you'd need to ask how I'm doing. We aren't friends and we aren't going to be."

"Beomgyu trusts you and you care a lot about him, right," Taehyun nodded, "Then you should know that a vampire is planning to kill him."

"What?" His heart sank.

"He's obsessive, jealous... He's just trying to make certain that I'll never see him again," He said, "I'll do my best to prevent it, but you see him more than I do."

Taehyun took in a sharp breath. He couldn't believe what was being said to him. First it was Kai, then Beomgyu was being threatened too. There was nothing he could do to save Kai. He was afraid that there was nothing he could do to save Beomgyu either.

"I- I can't fight a vampire. I'm only a man," Taehyun panicked, "Why can't you just kill him first."

Hyunjin sighed, cocking an eyebrow at the seemingly simple solution.

"That would only complicate things."

"So we have no choice but to sit and wait for him to pounce? I'm not doing that."

"Fine. I'll try to spend as much time with him as I can. That way I can keep my eye on him and away from Beomgyu. You do the same, make sure he doesn't go anywhere alone."

Hyunjin opened the door to a breakfast shop they were passing. He silently told Taehyun to come in as well. He glanced over the menu aimlessly.

"What does Beomgyu like?"

"Oh, um, a breakfast sandwich would be good for him. Proteins, carbs."

Hyunjin approached the counter.

"One breakfast sandwich, please," He said before looking over at Taehyun, "And a breakfast burrito, extra meat."

"Is that all?" The cashier asked, leading Hyunjin to nod.

He swiped his card effortlessly, But Taehyun was still in shock. He looked up at Hyunjin's lifelessly pale face, imagined how cold his skin was. And he questioned how someone so cold could have such a warm heart.

He cared about Beomgyu, maybe even a little more than Taehyun. He cared for his family, protecting their privacy. And, surprisingly, he cared for Taehyun.

People cared about Taehyun like his roommates, Soobin, Yeonjun, Kai, and Beomgyu. But with Taehyun's persona being so isolated and withdrawn, it was hard for them to show it. There was a wall that made it even harder for him to feel it.

There was something in the way Hyunjin so easily penetrated through that wall without breaking the person behind it. Sure, it was with the help of his vampiric powers, but Taehyun didn't care. Hyunjin saw him in a way that no one else could.

Before they knew it, their order was ready. Hyunjin retrieved it and handed it off to Taehyun.

"Take this home to him, okay? Make sure he eats well."

"Thank you."

Hyunjin gave him a gentle smile before bidding him goodbye and leaving the shop. Taehyun wanted to say more, but he couldn't. There were no words left.

He was happy to see Beomgyu sleeping in comfortably in his bed. He didn't care that he pitched in a good amount of money for that pull out couch in the living room, Beomgyu looked better there.

"Beomgyu," Taehyun said softly, sitting on the bed, "Wake up."

"Hm?" He hummed as he slowly opened his groggy eyes.

"Got you breakfast."

A kind, full smile graced his face, filling Taehyun's stomach with butterflies.

"You didn't have to do that. There's stuff here."

"I know," Taehyun chuckled, "I got something too, so it's okay. We can eat together."

He sat up in bed to match Taehyun. Once he was stable, Taehyun pulled him in for a hug. He nuzzled his nose in his bed head, taking in the comforting woody scent. He held him so tightly, almost trembling.

He wondered what he would say if he knew Hyunjin bought that breakfast for him. Taehyun was completely unaware of Hyunjin's presence in Beomgyu's life. All he knew was that they're close enough to make another jealous.

However, Taehyun wasn't jealous. He only saw the ways that Beomgyu and Hyunjin were more compatible. They were both empathetic and expressive, a lot more than him.

"Thank you, Tae."

But he should be thanking Hyunjin, not me.

And with that, Taehyun became afraid of two things: losing Beomgyu to an early, painful death and losing Beomgyu to Hyunjin.

#kpop fanfiction #kpop angst #boy x boy fanfiction #wattpad #dadddybangtan #hyunjin fanfic #kpop vampire au #vampire fanfiction #kpop smut #hyunjin x beomgyu #hyunlix #txt fanfic #taegyu #taehyun x beomgyu #taehyun x beomgyu x hyunjin #polyam fan fiction

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Toy Capsules and Memories (Tokyo Revengers)

Two fics in one day who is she? ~ *sparkles as I flip my hair* A procrastinator~

Heyo! I was hit by a sudden burst of energy and also an onslaught of nostalgia and I am here to present to you all the result of said event! Really- I just wanted to write for Lee!Chifuyu. I hope y’all like it! :D

Summary: Chifuyu and Baji hang out on a lazy afternoon.

CW: Swearing

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“Dude, how many times have you read that thing? It’s falling apart.”

Chifuyu hummed from behind his manga, thumbing the bent edges of the book. It was just as Baji said- falling apart. The spine was cracked from how many times he’d stretched it open- a lightning bolt of white crackling down the center. The cover had faded in time- what was once bright colors of the protagonist were now muted and dirty with dust. A corner of the manga was warped from the time he dropped it in the puddle- too caught up in a fight to care. It was Baji who saved it from its watery grave.

It was floppy and faded and the pages were yellowing, but Chifuyu didn’t have the heart to replace it or throw it away. It was special to him.

“What? It’s my first ever owned manga! It’s like an ancient relic!” Chifuyu argued halfheartedly, flipping a page- internally cringing when the paper beneath his thumb nearly tore. Okay. Maybe it was on its last leg.

Baji huffed, flopping down unceremoniously across Chifuyu’s stomach as he tried to get a glace at the name. “NANA? Pfft- of course you’d read something so girly.”

“Says the guy who religiously rewatches Carmen.” That earned him a jab to the belly, making him squirm with a snort.

“Watch it! Don’t you dare disrespect the work of Yuto Natori.” If the threat was real, Chifuyu couldn’t tell.

“Don’t disrespect the work of Ai Yazawa then.” Chifuyu replied, smug when he heard Baji grumble against him about this and that. He sounded tired, and his hair smelled nicer than usual. “Trying a new shampoo?” He asked, running a hand over the soft black locks.

“Eh, mom’s making me use it. Said I can’t keep using bar soap.” He twitched beneath Chifuyu’s fingers, not used to the affection. In retaliation he started tracing random shapes against the fluffier parts of Chifuyu’s hoodie, realigning the fur this way and that.

“B-Bar soap?” The shorter man twitched at the tickly feeling, trying not to move. Whether it was his intention or not, Baji was tickling him. “H-How the hell, d-dude?”

“I don’t know- I just did! I didn’t stink, and it was there.” Baji shrugged, lips twitching upward as he took in how tense the other was becoming beneath him. “She found out and gave me a whole lecture on how bad it was and how I’d go bald before I turn 18. So what if I do? I’ll get a cool tattoo on my head like Draken- maybe a growling dog or something.”

“Thahat sounds stuhuhpid!” Chifuyu giggled out, shooting down a hand and trying to grab Baji’s. “Yoohohu’d look funny!”

“Funny? Aren’t you the one who put that Little Pet thing on your face when we were in middle school? The little cat tattoo?” Baji dodged his hand, moving it to the space between their bodies and continuing to lightly trace against his hoodie. “You ran up to Draken showing it off thinking you were hot shit. I’ll never forget how hard he laughed at you.”

“You hahahhad one tohoohoho!” Chifuyu giggled, opting to shove at Baji’s shoulders now since he was so adamant on tickling him. “It was lihihihittlest pehehehhet shohohohops! Yohooohu alahahhaso had a cahhahahhat!”

“Oh yeah- that’s what those were. Heh, I still have that black cat you gave me.” Baji added another hand, poking lightly into his waist and increasing the giggles. “And don’t lump me in with you stupid- I at least put mine on my arm! No one saw it!”

“Mihihihiihkey dihihiihhid- waiihihit you still hahahahve it?” Chifuyu gasped out between giggle fits, feeling his cheeks pinken. He hadn’t realized Baji was so sentimental.

“Why do you sound so surprised? What- don’t tell me you lost the one I gave you? Oh now you’re gonna get it!” Baji went from light tracing to full on tickles now; clawing lightly at his stomach and making Chifuyu squeak. “Come on, Chifuyu! You can keep a zombified manga alive but you couldn’t keep that cream cat I gave you all those years ago? Shame, shame.”

“Bahahhahahahaji, hohohohoohld ohoohohohon!” Chifuyu squirmed about, twisting this way and that beneath his friend’s relentless fingers. “Hehehhahahhar mehehehehe ohooohuht- ahh nohohoohoho doohohohohn’t! His hands shot down to Baji’s as the other started to wiggle them up beneath his hoodie. “Dohohohohon’t tiihihihickle mehhehehhe thehehehhere!”

“Oh? And why not?” Baji grinned, easily pushing past the guarding hands, drumming his fingers against the warm skin. “Does it tickle too much?”

“Ahehahahahhhahahah! Bahahhahahhahajihihiihihihihi!” Chifuyu all but cackled, arching up with his head thrown back in laughter. With no way to guard, he reached out and grabbed Baji’s wrists, more or less holding them as they drummed a random beat along his skin. “Cohoohohohme ohoohohon, thahhahat’s no faihahahhai-AH Doohohohohon’t piihihihihinch mhiihihihiihi puhuhuuhuhuuhdge!”

“Tch, Chifuyu, we’ve talked about this.” Baji shook his head in mock disappointment, continuing to pinch and press into the softer spots on Chifuyu’s belly, making him squeal and thrash. “Your squish is great! Beyond great really. It makes it that much easier for me to tickle you!” He let one hand move up to the blonde’s ribs while the other shot the hoodie up more, exposing his belly to the world. “Still, if you insist on arguing with me on it…”

“Bahhahahaji, bahahahahji wahahahit doohoohn’t you dahhHAHHAHAHHARE!” Chifuyu all but shrieked as the other blew a raspberry against his belly, his hands dribbling into his sides and adding to the tickles. Chifuyu nearly felt himself go silent with how hard he was laughing, kicking his legs helplessly as he howled in mirth. His face was on fire, and it started to hurt with how hard he was smiling. “BAHAHHAHAHAJI PLEHAHHAHAHAHASE!” He whimpered out as he felt his lungs start to collapse.

“Hehe, okay okay.” Baji sat back up with a wolfish grin, eyes dancing. He gave Chifuyu’s belly a good smack before pulling down his hoodie, cackling at the pinch he earned in retaliation. “God, you sound so funny when you laugh!”

“Shuhuhuuht up…Iihiihi’ll get you back.” Chifuyu groaned, covering his face with his arms. A risky move- given it was Baji, but he felt the other flop down beside him, stretching out his limbs like a cat. 

“Sure you will, ‘Fuyu.” He grinned at him when the other lowered his arms. “You say that all the time yet you’ve never quite done so.”

“Times are changing. Watch out for me.” Chifuyu stuck out his tongue before turning to look around the room. He was sure it was there…

“What are you?” Baji began before watching Chifuyu shoot up, running to the shelf.

“Here it is!” He cried cheerfully, flopping back in the bed as he held out his cupped hands. When he pulled them back…

~~~

“Hey hey, look at this!” Chifuyu called as he and Baji walked home. They had stayed late afterschool for tutoring- Baji was getting better, even at the slow pace he was going.

“What is it?” Said man called out, coming to stand beside Chifuyu as he looked inside the toy dispenser. “Oh, one of those ball machines.”

“No no, look!” Chifuyu pointed excitedly. Within the tiny capsules were little animals. The sign on the machine said ‘Littlest Pet Shops.’ “They have cats! Apparently you get a little figure and a tattoo of the animal. That’s so cute!”

“Cute?” Baji looked closer, not really getting it. “You really do think they’re cute?”

“Erm…yeah.” Chifuyu cleared his throat, the reality of what he probably looked like right now making him twitch. “I guess they’re pretty dumb though. It’s a machine for little kids, right? We don’t need to-”

“Oi, got 100 yen?” Baji tapped the price. Chifuyu felt his heart race.

“Erm…yeah. I do.” He pulled a yen coin, startingt to offer it to Baji. The brunette had already beat him to the punch, dropping in one of his own and giving the machine a twist. Out popped a capsule. With a grin, he tossed it to Chifuyu.

“There.” He nodded. “That’s for tutoring me.”

Chifuyu looked at it, eyes wide. “Wait…for me?”

“That’s what I just said.” Baji rolled his eyes. “Well come on- open it!”

“You first.” Chifuyu walked forward and deposited his own coin. Another capsule was released. He gave it to Baji. “Now we both have one.”

Baji took it gently, laughing to himself. “Well…alright. Ready?”

They opened their capsules to find…

~~~

“Man. You really did keep it.” Baji laughed to himself, eyes soft as he looked at the cream kitten toy in Chifuyu’s hands. Even today, it looked brand new. Nothing like his manga- it looked as if Chifuyu just won it out of the machine earlier that morning.

“Of course I did! How could I ever get rid of it?” Chifuyu smiled at it fondly, nostalgia touching his cheeks and eyes. “It was the first gift you’ve ever given me.”

“It was? Shit…” Baji looked away, hiding his burning face in his hair. “I was such a sap, man.”

“You still are.” Chifuyu laughed, avoiding Baji’s retaliating jab as he returned the cat to its rightful place. “But that’s what I like about you.”

“God, now you’re being sappy! Shut up with all this mush!” Baji ran a hand through his hair to hide his smile, failing miserably. Chifuyu snorted before flopping back into the bed beside him.

“Hey, ‘Fuyu. This is wild but- when we get older. Do you want to run a pet shop together?” Baji suddenly asked, making Chifuyu turn in surprise.

“A petshop? Like- with cats and dogs and hamsters and all that?” He felt himself getting excited at the idea.

“Heh, guess I didn’t need to worry about you hesitating. Yeah- we’ll even get snakes and shit.” Baji then shuddered, growing pale. “But no spiders. I hate spiders.”

“Yeah, definitely.” Chifuyu snickered, raising a hand with wiggling fingers. “Don’t want big bad Baji to pee himself everyday at work~”

“Oh you little shit- Come here!” Tickles returned; Chifuyu cackling helplessly beneath him once more. Eventually his mom would probably come in and tell them to keep it down, but they’d worry about that later.

For now, he was just happy to have Baji by his side.

Thanks for reading!

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[12pt-times-new-roman]

u p d a t e s

All of Fearne's postcards were written by the same person, hand-painted, and they're all essentially the same age even though they arrived at various different times. They are all in mint condition even though the oldest was recieved ~90 years ago, and even though Fearne has been taking them out to look at them often.

FCG most definitely gained a couple more of those "stress points" after the reveals last episode. Their memory is getting jumbled, and they are having difficulty recalling things -- but they specifically remembered that Dancer was a light-furred firbolg (covered in fur, tall, with floppy ears) and "she had blood on her -- blood on her... hand." That's an awfully specific thing to remember, especially since the "blades of grass" on their chestplate look an awful lot like fingers.

Laudna and Imogen made up, and Imogen gave her the ring <3

Fearne has a little green gem that Morri gave to her so that "if I found my parents ever, this was a very important gem I had to give them if I saw them because it would help them save the world." It plays with the light in an odd way-- some shadows flatten when looking through it, and there are runes carved into it. Sounds like the Moontide Crown to me!

Dancer actually has dark black hair, olive skin, "fuzz fur on the edges," and a tattoo of a star on her right cheek. She's a "complicated person, but in comparison to this place [Bassuras], shining."

Laudna was indeed named after laudnum, which is a tinture of about 10% opium that was primarily used as pain medication but was also sold without a prescription for many different ailments.

From the mind that brought you catchphrases like "life needs things to live" and "help, it's again" comes the phrase "I had a fuckin' knew it!"

Every member of the Paragon's Call seems to wear a pendant of the Duskmaven, aka the Raven Queen.

C'mon, let the leader of the Paragon's Call be Dancer, do it (timestamp 12:33 EST)

WHAT

HUH??????

Leader of the Paragon's Call has piercing eyes, dark tanned skin, form-fit leather armor, and a flop of gray hair that goes off to the left -- aka the same person who Imogen saw in her dream

NAT 20 HISTORY CHECK

Otohan Thuul -- rumored that they've been involved with the Call for five or so years, and are responsible for its expansion. The reason they had a rep was because they were a famed warrior in the previous Apex War between the Stratos Throne and Ashanadoor -- they were considered one of the greatest warriors under the throne as a general, tactician, and strategist, but also because when the war was done, they just vanished for a while and popped up in Bassuras five years ago. She also apparently had an arcane-powered jetpack on her back.

The Apex War happened in 823 PD, and it never truly ended -- there was a truce that left both sides "exhausted and without victory," and the war is responsible for the destruction of every skyport in Marquet except for Jrusar and Ank'harel.

But.

This draws a whole bunch of connections to a hell of a lot of things.

First of all, the Omen Archive and the Grim Verity -- which the Lumas twins were involved in -- were, IIRC, both based in Yios, which is in Ashanedoor. So if this woman was a general of the Stratos Throne, she would have a motive to attack the twins other than their research into Ruidus, presuming that there is still a shadow war going on underneath the truce.

Interjection at 12:51 EST: goddamn the rolls in this section have been crazy.

Next, and IMO most importantly. This connects the Paragon's Call directly to Ruidus. It implies that the leader of the Paragon's Call is the person who had all those other people behind her, that she's training up all these people for a specific purpose, and that she is in some way connected either to Ruidus itself or to Imogen specifically. It also means that she will recognize Imogen the moment she sees her. Maybe she's using the Call as a front to find and train a very specific skillset, hence all of the figures being similar in stature?

Hey wait a fucking second. If the Paragon's Call is connected to Ruidus, and they also worship the Raven Queen, then what the fuck does that say about the connection between Ruidus and the Matron of Ravens? The leader of the Call presumably dictates their official deity, so what's the connection there? Ruidus is pre-Calamity, we know that, but what if it has something to do with the Raven Queen's ascension (118 years before the start of the Calamity)?

Otothan was "nightmare fuel" for the children of Bassuras.

"You don't judge somebody's worth by seeing how they do in a fair fight, you judge it by seeing how they do in an unfair one." Man, I didn't think that Ashton could say anything that better encapsulated Bassuras, but here we are

I can see the almost-full moon out my window throughout this entire thing and it's very pretty and thematic.

"There's no 'someones' here." I am fascinated by the All-Minds-Burn (how do you spell it?).

Also, I'm so, so appreciative of Laudna's relationship with sex in particular. "I haven't used that part of my brain... ever." "I've never been somebody's muse." "This has never really happened to me before" (referring to Dusk asking her out). Wanting sex and physical intimacy is something that's treated as such a taboo in American culture, especially casual or spur-of-the-moment or friends-with-benefits sex. And we've seen demonstrated that Exandria is not a place that is a heteronormative, cisnormative, or mononormative society -- queer people, trans-inclusive worldbuilding, and poly relationships are not only present but not systemically looked down upon within Exandria. And what we're seeing in the C3 party so far -- this open, flirtatious, casual, "normalizing" (this is not the word I'm looking for but I'll come back to it later) attitude towards sex -- is something we haven't seen yet on-screen before and I am honestly living for this sex positivity. Someone remind me to expand on this when I'm not tipsy.

Oh god Laudna's taking drugs

She's not taking drugs yet, but the All-Minds-Burn has taken a liking to her, and Ashton has apparently introduced Laudna to the idea that taking drugs would make Delilah unhappy, which I do not think bodes well for Laudna the next time our favorite Briarwood starts being an asshole again. (However, I am absolutely here for a narrative that includes the supervized use of recreational drugs as a perfectly viable method of working through issues.)

Imahara saying "I take care of my team" made me a little emotional ;-;

This plan could go so poorly and I fucking love it, I just really hope they're smart enough to not have FCG fly over the track, lmao

#critical role #critical role spoilers #critical role liveblog #critical role campaign 3 #critical role c3 #note watches c3

[iamaslutforcoffee]

Happy Halloween, Jackass.

A (mean-ish) Billy Hargrove x O.C One Shot!

Warnings: Severely fowl language (it's Billy, should we expect anything less?) eventual fluff.

For you @raecortes ♡ Thank You so much!

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Billy Hargrove was a dick, and not to a few select people. He was a dick to everyone, his girlfriend Rae included.

Rae was a great girlfriend to Billy; she was gorgeous, smart when she needed to be, a definite glorifed bimbo but the one thing he hated was how easy it was to scare her. She was so easily scared, a cat could come out of the bushes in broad day light and she would cower in fear not realizing it was a cat. Some of it was due to frequenting haunted houses alot with her brothers, most of the time it was the fact she liked watching true crime documentaries on television. Despite this, though, Billy ALWAYS loved to scare his precious girl.

It was their lunch period at Hawkins high, and as per usual Billy and Rae were sitting at their usual tables. Billy with his jock friends, Rae with Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington and Johnathan Beyers.

Billy's eyes peered at Rae's, not making eye contact but still keeping watch that she was good.

"Damn, Hargrove. It's only lunch and your staring your girl down like it's your last time seeing her" Tommy Hannigan chirped, face deep in what ever the cafeteria posted for lunch. Billy looked over to him and scowled in response. He didn't like how flip floppy Tommy or his merry band of idiots were, especially Tommy's mouthy little girlfriend Carol.

If Rae ever acted like that...

"I'm making sure she's actually eating this time." He replied, breaking eye contact to turn his attention towards Tommy, and Tommy knodded in pure worry. He knew not to piss Billy off, everybody did.

Rae had a issue during the week of testing.. she would study her ass off, but would pretty much eat like shit and that annoyed Billy. He wanted her to have energy for what ever he was in the mood for should the opportunity ever strike.

Billy's attention turned back towards Rae and noticed she still hasn't touched her food, pissing him off immediately.

And she was doing so good today..

Her hair was in those braids he liked and were down her back. She was wearing a pair of black leggings, her favorite baby pink converses and a white t-shirt that said "baby girl" across it in little rhinestones. Billy got her that when it was their first anniversary together, and she practically wore it to death.

It was a lax day, but he allowed just this time.

Immediately he got up with his finish lunch and sauntered to the trash can, throwing its reminits away. He walked back towards his table , but decided to remind Rae of one her rules.

They were talking about Halloween plans when he walked up, none of them bothering to take notice of the obvious new arrival. So Billy took it upon himself to make his presence known. He simply scooted into the seat right next to Rae, staring at her and waited patiently for her to notice. This was easily the quickest way to scare the shit out of her and he always thought it was hilarious.

"I don't know.. what are you guys doing for Halloween?" Buckley asked the group, everyone responding on it. It was either partying, staying in to pass out candy, or something of the general Halloween celebrations.

"Well, we're just going to spend the night at home, I think. Billy hasn't said anything much about any plans.." Rae spoke, still oblivious to her boyfriends arrival. He took this as the perfect opportunity to scare Rae, smiling.

"Actually we do have plans remember baby girl?" He spoke, everyone's attention turning towards him. Rae yelped and slightly jumped at the feeling of him wrapping an arm around her and she finally turned towards him, mad as hell.

"What the hell, Billy?! You know I hate it when you do that!" She seethed, her eyes meeting his and instantly melting. Billy leaned in close to her ear and started speaking.

"I think you should start eating that fucking packed lunch of yours before I remind you of the rules we have set out for you during testing, don't you think baby?" He purred, his sickly sweet smile on his face when he kissed her forehead. Rae quickly knodded, knowing that Billy wasn't fucking around. He knodded at everyone around at the table, kissing her forehead much to her excitement and sauntered back to his place with the jocks.

"Uh, Rae? What the absolute fuck?" Nancy asked, genuine concern laced in her voice.

"What? Whats wrong?" Rae replied. She started unpacking her lunch and looked at the group.

Every one of her friends were just staring at her, as if she was crazy. But she wasn't crazy, no. Just didn't think correct some times .

"Would you care to explain why your boyfriend just came up and scared the fuck out of you and basically said eat your lunch or else? And what rules is he talking about?!" Steve asked. Steve was perpetually confused of their dynamic. Rae was the sweet, nice little good girl of the group. She's no Chrissy Cunningham, but they were just an odd couple in his opinion.

Rae who was completely oblivious to what they were asking without directly asking simply shrugged.

"Sometimes I forget to eat like I should and he just reminds me. Thats all" she replied, popping a raw veggie fry in her mouth and chewing.

"Yeah but Rae he has like a weird penchant for scaring you. He drives like a bat out of hell when your in his car knowing your scared of going too fast, he does the weird pop up scare shit... like whats next? Is he going to pretend to kidnap you or something?" Robin asked, pinching inbetween her eyebrows and looking Rae in her eyes.

"Oh he's already done that. Did it last year during Halloween on our anniversary" she shrugged continuing to eat.

The group looked at her like she was crazy, and found it to be normal but Rae found it to be their normal routine. She was used to it by now and she didn't want to do anything to upset Billy. He wasn't a woman beater, and never was emotionally abusive either, but they just had a certain dynamic in their relationship where others might side eye them.

Really, the only other people Rae knew that had anything near their kind of dynamic was her cousin, Sasha and her boyfriend Eddie Munson.

"Rae, that isn't ok sweetie" Steve tried to reason with her but Rae shook her head, biting into her sandwich wrap.

"You, Harrington, have no room to talk. You got all sorts of obsessive with certain girls before and I don't want to hear it. Buckley, I love you I really do but don't talk to me about being scared when you can't even look Vicky in the eye without swooning and having an orgasm when she speaks three words to you. Nancy, you know NOT to go there with me" she continued, pointing at each of them.

"What about me?" Johnathan said meekly, waiting for his verbal beating from Rae.

"You know, Johnathan, you besides my cousin are the only one's completely supportive of my relationship and haven't judged me one second. You're safe" Rae said sweetly.

"Your cousin's with 'The Freak' of Hawkins High, so that doesn't count" Steve pipped up but Rae in all her wonderful glory stared him down.

"My cousin is the nicest person in this school besides Chrissy and myself, don't you dare say that about her boyfriend. Eddie may be weird, he may play a fucking game but he treats her right. You guys are so fucking judgemental, and instead of asking me about my relationship you judge it because you don't understand it. The fucking nerve you all have!" Rae yelled at them in a hushed tone, grabbing her lunch and deciding to go outside and finish.

~

Friday was Halloween, and Rae's two year anniversary with Billy. As per usual, Billy wanted to go to a party and Rae didn't complain knowing home life was getting alittle stressful for Billy with Max pissing him off and Neil starting his shit up again. But this year, this year ...

This year Rae decided she was going to get Billy back for all the times he's fucked with her.

"Baby doll, make sure you dress up really pretty for me ok?" Billy spoke through the phone's speaker, watching Rae as she got ready.

"Yes, daddy. Do you want pig tails or braids for my hair style?" Rae asked, finishing her makeup with a touch of baby pink lip gloss.

"Surprise me angel. I'll see you in a hour" Billy spoke, smiling at her. She made a mental note to put her hair in pigtails, with bows on the ends.

"Bye Daddy!" She replied, waving good bye at him.

She got up and looked in the mirror to examine her outfit and make sure she looked her absolute best. She was supposed to be somewhat of an angel, or Billy's angel really. She had on a baby pink latex mini skirt, a really short cropped top that was white, her favorite pink leather choker and white frilly socks. She accepted the look was up to par, and pulled on a large jumper to hide the clothes underneath as to not have questions asked by her parents. She threw a pair of matching demonia boots, grabbed her angel wings and got her overnight bag ready for Billy's.

She knew he was there when she heard the camaro roar onto her street and she headed for the front door, greeting her parents good bye and ran for the car. When she got outside Billy was leaning against the passenger side wearing his boots and jeans, but nothing under his leather jacket much to her pleasure.

"Hey baby girl, why you covered up?" Billy asked, his head cocked to the side.

"Because Daddy, I can't let mom and dad see what I'm wearing for you without questions being asked and being grounded. " Rae replied, handing him the leash attachment for her collar. He smiled and attached it, wrapping his hand around the chain and yanking her closer to him and his lips barely grazing hers.

"You listen so good baby. Can you listen some more and take the fucking sweater off and let me see?" He asked, his blue eyes staring into hers.

Rae smiled, and shook her head.

"I want you to be surprised daddy, thats all" she cooed much to his displeasure.

"Oh, ok. We'll see how you react later. Get in" he spoke, turning around and getting into the drivers seat. She opened the door and got in, smiling and grabbing his hand.

Billy peeled out of the neighborhood and started driving, the music loud playing in the speakers.

See the plan was to go to a party, but Billy had other plans.

He was driving the complete opposite direction then the party at Steve's, more towards the old factory and crash site Billy got into over the summer. Rae started getting alittle nervous, he didn't figure out her plan... did he?

"Uh... daddy? The party is the other way.." she nervously spoke, motioning towards the other way. Billy smirked, licking his teeth and briefly looked at her before turning his attention back towards the road.

"I know. But I need to show your pretty little mouth what happens when you don't follow the rules, ok?" He replied, his hand grasping her thigh.

"Yes daddy.." she nervously spoke. Rae knew she'd have to come up with a different plan and quick, so she started thinking.

Soon Billy pulled over at the exact spot where he crashed, knowing so by the tire marks still on the pavement.

"Take the sweater off. Now" Billy's voice dropped several octaves, lust in his voice loud and clear.

Rae's knees rubbed together instantly to get some sort of friction. That voice always turned her on and made her soaked almost instantly. His blue eyes peered back into her own, his face stoic and posture showed he was waiting and wasn't fucking around today. She smiled evily, lifting the sweater over her head and tossed it in the back seat, leaning back in her own. Billy's pupils dilated almost instantaneously and he gripped her leash, bringing her face closer towards his.

"Good girl. Now get out of the car, and wait for me baby" he purred, adjusting in his seat due to the obvious tent growing in his jeans.

Rae licked her lips and knodded, figuring then was the best time to excute her plan. She slowly got out of the car, and got as low to the ground as her body would allow without her sitting on her knees. She heard Billy's belt being undone, and the car door open and his boots hitting the pavement, as he rounded the car, she made a break for it and ran in the other direction on his side before he could notice.

"Princess? Baby where are you?" Billy looked around frantically, his blonde locks bouncing everywhere as he quickly turned around to look for Rae.

"Catch me if you can, Billy!" She yelled in his direction. He turned towards her and as soon as their eyes connected, he hauled ass in her direction. Rae's smile dropped, and she ran as fast as she could.

"Oh, I swear to fucking God as soon as I catch you your ass is fucking MINE!" Billy screamed, getting louder. He was starting to get both worried and pissed. He didn't want her to get hurt, and she was an awfully fast runner.

Fairly soon they neared a lake not to far from the camaro, and as Rae ran up onto the dock she quickly threw her shoes and socks off, diving into the water and swimming under the dock. She heard as Billy frantically came up onto the dock, and knew he was looking around.

"Baby? Rae?! RAE!!" He yelled, and she could tell by the sound of his voice he was starting to get really scared.

Billy was terrified, to say the least. He was worried that Rae was possessed, hurt herself or was drowning in the water. When the water moved in a odd way and Billy saw her leash floating off the dock infront of him, he instantly threw his boots and leather jacket off and dived in, desperately looking around for Rae. She quickly swam out from under the dock and climbed up, sitting on the dock with her feet dangling into the water below.

Billy came back up for air, and frantically looked around the lake infront of him for any sign of Rae. This wasn't like her, she never did anything like this. He heard giggling from behind him and turned around, seeing Rae soaking from head to toe and laughing.

"Rae!? What the fuck were you thinking?!" Billy yelled in a hushed voice, looking at her like she was crazy.

Rae only giggled, shaking her head. She slowly began taking her hair down from the braids and smiled, ringing her hair out and throwing it up in a bun.

"See, the thing is Billy, it isn't so nice when your scared into a real panic is it?" She asked, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees.

"Rae what the fuck are you talking about? Every time I do that its a joke!" Billy said harshly, and still looking at her like she was crazy. Rae cocked her head to the side as he swam closer to her and placed his hands on either side of her.

"Remember last week when you fucking sat there and almost killed me driving? Just because Max was defending those kids you despise for no reason? Or how you randomly like to do stupid shit that scare me? Not so fucking funny now huh?" She asked, grabbing his jaw and leaning close.

"Happy Halloween, Jackass. Payback is lovely isn't it?" She purred, kissing his nose.

Billy then realized that the jokes weren't funny to her anymore and he really did fuck up. He signed, pulling himself out of the water and sitting next to her.

"I'm sorry, Baby girl.. is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" He asked grabbing her hand in his.

"Yes..stop scaring me, but that should be the obvious choice. Second, can we go home and watch Ghost Busters again? I really like that movie!" She squeeled, clapping her hands.

Billy shook his head and laughed, pulling her close to kiss her.

"Anything for you, princess"

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I hope you guys enjoyed this one shot! Thank you so much @raecortes for reaching out and requesting this one.. i hope you liked it!

Remember guys, my requests are open!

Thank you ♡

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