#but I’ll make a separate post about that once I’m ready!

[moonrisecoeur]

Ur the best sub Leon writer soooo… idk if you seen these but ppl treat las plagas parasite as sex pollen 😭 and I’m so here for it. Concept : re4 leon infected by the parasite OK but he starts out very agressive but ofc he’s a sub so he does whatever reader wants in order to yk… achieve the goal of the parasite (breeding 😔 who said that? Not me) And pls make the reader mean, I love mean femdoms sm, they are chefs kiss. If you need more clarification post it I’ll send another one idk but I’m just seeing what YOU come up with. LOVE UR WRITING btw I love how it’s pretty in character tbh cuz I read ur bully Leon one and I was like “yeah fr like he’s too caring to be a bully 💀”

OMG WAIT MY DUMBASS FORGOT TO ADD: you said smth so mean to him that he came too early. He was so sorry for coming early and the mess he made in you But then he continued to keep going trying to pump more- OK SORRY

the BEST?? idk about that but i shall take ur compliment and deliver to you only my best work so thank u bestie i appreciate it sm !! ^-^

las plagas is crazy cuz like the black veins, the loss of control with your physical body, the pain it causes… that’s literally so hot. leon was so fuckable all of re4 but especially in the scenes where his body is being controlled that man is SCRUMPTIOUS

also just so you know. the veins on his dick are black as well ♡

no pronouns mentioned, afab parts mentioned, plaga leon has to be a top im sorry (technically in straight relationships men are always topping unless u count pegging BUT in this context i mean he’s a top more like ‘he’s a sub but he’ll fuck u stupid’ like that’s the vibe)

you spot his blonde hair from across the hall, running over to him excitedly. thank god you found him.

“leon!” you call out, grabbing the attention of the man in question, as you catch up to him. finally finding him in this nightmarish place after getting separated was the best thing possible, “holy crap, i’m so- i’m so glad you’re okay— woah, what… what happened to you?”

he takes a cautious step back, still seemingly holding a little bit of control over his body, “they said it was a gift in my…. my blood… don’t know what the fuck that was about..”

you take a step forward, reaching out your hand to touch his face, fingers tracing the black lines that were once veins invisible to the naked eye. but he stops you, his hand roughly grabbing your wrist, “don’t.”

“don’t… what?” you ask nervously, shoulders slumped.

“you need to… stay away from me,” he groans from pain, and you’re too worried to listen to his words, “stop, get away from me, you— i could hurt you! i don’t want to hurt you…”

but you don’t listen to him, betraying his wishes by shaking off his grip and reaching your hand out again. he can’t try to stop you this time. he moans, actually moans, when your fingertips touch his face, caressing him softly.

“really? it’s that good?” you ask with a small smirk on your face. leon thinks he could die.

“f-fuck…” he mumbles, finally coming closer to you. his hands wrap around your waist as he leans in for a kiss that you’re not ready for, and you both stumble backwards while you try to ground yourself.

he’s getting rough, aggressive, and you need to push back a little or else he’ll consume you entirely. not that you’d mind.

“leon, ease up,” you whisper, pushing him back slightly, and when a growl escapes his throat, you know he’s clearly not in any state to listen, “leon.”

he annoyedly makes eye contact with you, trying his best to listen to what you’re about to say. he is trying, and that’s the worst part. this is him at his most gentle, most restrained.

“you need to listen to me, okay? can you do that?” you ask softly, hand against his chest to keep him from diving too deep into you, and pressing a kiss to his lips. it’s softer. he moans into your mouth needily, but you don’t let him get rough. instead you sweetly get the taste of him. sure, it’s not a delicious taste, but he’s a delicious experience.

you enjoy the way he’s trying so intensely to control and contain himself, for your sake. he knows what you want from him is not his full fledged desires out in the open, completely unchecked.

when you pull away, he looks wrecked already, “please, you can’t do this to me, not if you’re just going to walk away and leave me desperate.”

part of you wants to reassure him. i’m not going to leave you. i would never abandon you when you need me most. but the other part just wants to ravage him, take all of him for yourself, leave nothing of him left but the perfection you’ve created. perfection in your eyes. maybe he’s not the only one infected with some kind of tainted desire.

instead, to accomplish both, you kiss him again, letting your own intensity and desire take over, potentially overpowering his. he whimpers, his shaky hands holding your hips for stability. he’s not being grossly possessive and rough like before. he’s softer now, pliable.

when you pull away, you whisper, “we need to get somewhere safe.”

“wha… what?”

“i need to take my time with you, and we’re not safe out in the open like this…” you say, leaning in to press a kiss to that sweet spot right below his ear. it’s so cute how truly weak leon is right now. sure, that’s always been his weakness, but it’s elevated multiple times over by this parasite in his blood. you have half the mind to thank that weird cult.

when you find a safe room, you’re immediately back on him, pushing him against the wall, enjoying the way he whimpers as you kiss him, his need for you multiplying by the minute.

“please, please, i need you, i need you so fucking bad, please, i need to take you, need to make you mine, need to—”

“shut up,” you groan, fingers roughly grabbing his jaw, pushing his head back and away from you, “you’re going to be good, or you won’t get what you want. i don’t care how badly you fucking need me, you’re going to be patient. you’re going to be nice and obedient or you’ll get nothing from me. and that little parasite inside of you is horrified at the idea that you won’t get to fuck my pretty pussy, hm?”

he looks pathetic, moaning like a whore at just some words, but it’s the way you say them, the way you say them, that kills him. he eventually calms himself down enough to nod with his eyes shut tightly, “i’ll do whatever you say. you know that.”

“lay down on the floor,” you command, almost growling back at him, and he opens his eyes in surprise.

“what?”

“you heard me. on the ground, beneath me, right now, leon,” your eyes narrow at him, enjoying the way he weakly sinks to his knees before sitting down completely and laying back.

“like this..?” he asks, confused. he doesn’t know what’s about to happen, and that excites him immensely.

you take off your belt with all your utility tools and your jeans along with it. then finally, your underwear. he looks up at you with wide, delicious eyes.

he asks so sweetly, even though he knows the answer, “are you… are you gonna make me..?”

“yeah, you are. i’m going to sit down on your pretty, pretty face and you’re going to enjoy every second of being beneath me, where you belong, servicing me, and making me cum.”

his heart skips a beat at the thought of belonging beneath you, “yeah, fuck, okay—”

“—and you’re not going to fucking talk until i cum, got it?”

he nods, and once you sit down upon your throne, he gets right to work. he laps up the fluids of your cunt like a dog, working tirelessly, sucking on your clit and tongue fucking you. this is his place. he deserves nothing more than to be here with you, caving to your every desire even if all of his thoughts include breeding you and getting you pregnant with his babies. he’d do anything you asked if he could just have that.

he’d be at your service, at your mercy, until you chose to give him what he wanted.

but he makes you cum so fucking hard that it’s impossible to not give him what he wants, especially when rough hands grab onto your thighs as you’re cumming and he’s still giving you the head of your life through your orgasm. he grabs you just to stabilize you, but also to be possessive.

he can’t help how bad he’s gotten about jealousy and possessiveness with this parasite. he’s never been the jealous boyfriend, knowing you could hold your own and you’re loyal and stuff, but something about the way he looks at you now is different. it’s deep and primal. he looks at you like he needs to have you, and no one else can.

it’s insanely hot, but it’s also inconceivable how uncontrollable those urges are. leon has good self control, and you notice it in how he’s acting. again, this is him at his most restrained. he’s trying to keep himself from pouncing on you, taking everything he wants from you because he knows you don’t want that.

somewhere deep inside of him, he’s still himself, still that awkward and dorky guy that just wants to love you and give you everything you want. you wouldn’t want that.

when you roll off of him, laying down next to him to give yourself a moment to recover, you press a kiss to his shoulder, a sign that it’s an act, your harshness isn’t real. he returns the gesture by kissing the top of your head. a sign that he acknowledges your motives.

“please,” he whimpers suddenly, startling you out of your daze as his hand caresses your back softly, “i’ll let you control everything, you can do whatever you want with me, but fucking please, i’m so desperate to put my cock inside of your pussy, baby. i can’t think straight, and i’m trying so damn hard to control myself but i won’t be able to much longer…”

“yeah? you wanna put your cock inside of me? feel it throb inside the wetness and warmth of my cunt, fill me up with—”

he cuts you off with a loud moan, his hands grasping onto you and his eyes shutting tightly at the thought of such pleasure. he looks wrecked at the mere mention of cumming inside of you. you obviously have to capitalize on this fact.

“oh? so it’s the filling me up part, isn’t it? the ‘gift’ you have makes you really want to cum inside me, hm?” you say, smirking cruelly at him, watching his resolve crumble as he moans shamelessly, “do you want… breed me, leon?”

he gasps, breathing heavily. he’s incredibly wound up, and now you know the real reason he’s insatiable and uncontrollable, “f-fuck, i— it’s not that i want to, it’s that i need to… i need to fuck you and breed you so damn bad, i—”

you cover his mouth with the palm of your hand, enjoying the way he groan in pleasure when you straddle him. god, he’s not even inside of you, but he looks fucked out. he looks he’s about to burst already.

“god, you’re so fucking desperate,” you mumble to him, leaning in closer to whisper to him despite having him muzzled with your hand. not that he’d ever hurt you, he would never even imagine it, “you’re going to fuck me stupid, okay? you’re going to fuck me until my legs go numb and i can’t feel anything but you… and only when i tell you you can, you’ll breed me, fuck your cum even deeper into me and not let any of it escape. understood?”

he breathes shakily, not responding. obviously you forgot you have your hand over his mouth. when you take it off, he nervously says, “got it. i’ll… i’ll be good. i’ll make you feel so good.”

your voice is dark, cruel, full of malicious intent, “you fucking better, or i won’t let you cum. you’ll get to fuck me, sure, but i won’t ever give you the satisfying orgasm your body is desperately aching for. you won’t get to fill me up, and all you’ll have left to fuck for your little orgasm is your hand.”

his heart aches. the idea of disappointing you makes him feel a physical pit of nervousness in his stomach, the same ones he felt when he was more like himself. he just wants to feel like himself again.

“g-got it,” he whimpers. you get off of him, and he’s got you pinned immediately, gently resting you against the ground he was previously laying on. the image of you beneath him has him breathless. he feels like he’s worshipping a god with every move he makes.

he slides his cock into you, groaning at how easy it is, how wet you are. he bottoms out almost immediately, enjoying the way your body wraps around him in almost every sense. he silently adores you. he loves that you want him, crave him just like he craves you. that underneath all of your dominance, you’re his lover too.

fuck, he’s starting to feel possessive again. he beings to thrust into you, his body moving faster than either of you can handle, but you keep your cool better than he does.

“don’t let yourself start to think you’re in control,” you murmur, leaning up to press your lips to his shoulder, baring your teeth but not hard enough to draw blood. just enough to remind him of his place, “you belong to me. not the other way around, got it?” you growl into his ear.

he can’t even respond, too enraptured by your body and the feeling of your control over him leaving him a shuddering mess.

and you can’t even deny it. he’s putting in the work, thumb playing your with your clit just like how he knows you like, and clearly he’s getting the results he’s looking for. his body comes closer to the edge sooner than he’d like, but he tries to stave it off, for your sake.

still leaning into him, you whisper in your darkest voice, “maybe i should leave you like this, so you can stay this desperate… for me. i would try and cure you, but… not sure if i really care anymore.”

he shudders, voice giving out on him as he tries to plead with you. he cums without warning, obviously his body did it without the consent and go-ahead of his conscious mind. he already looks embarrassed at cumming without your permission. you don’t really have the mind to care right now, but you remember it for.. later.

“i’m gonna cum, fuck, leon, give it to me, give in to your cravings, your desires, your needs,” you moan in his ear, desperate for him, only him, and he’s yours, he’s all yours, it’s all he’s ever been and all he’ll ever be. he keep fucking you even after cumming, keeping you filled up, pushing it deeper, “make me yours.”

and he has no choice but to comply.

#sub leon kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s. kennedy #leon kennedy smut #sub leon kennedy smut #resident evil #leon kennedy resident evil #resident evil smut #reader insert #smut #sub!leon #re4 leon #re4r #re4 #re4 remake #re4r leon

[niceboyeds]

little black dress (e.m.)

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: Eddie is completely oblivious that you've been crushing on him, getting mad when you dress up for a party but has no idea it’s for him.

contains: 18+ minors DNI drinking, language, angst, fluff, eddie being a dick, smut: oral (m&f receiving), fingering, unprotected PIV, semi-public sex, please let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 2.5K

a/n: inspired by the lyrics “i don’t want you like a best friend, only bought this dress so you could take it off” from Dress by Taylor Swift. this is different than my other Eddie posts and i’m kinda nervy about it so i hope you like it xx

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Steve Harrington’s birthday bash was going to be the party of the year, everyone already knew it. and to say you we’re excited would be an understatement.

“are you picking me up tonight, Ed?” you ask your best friend, sitting across from him from the restaurant table.

“for...?”

“the party for Steve? the one Robin’s been planning for over a month...”

“right! yeah i’ll pick you up at 9.”

“perfect.” you throw a fry at him and laugh as it gets caught in his hair before tossing a $10 bill on the table to cover the bill. “see ya later.”

you rush home, giddy with excitement knowing you have the perfect outfit planned for tonight. you've been aching for your best friend to notice your feelings, but he seems to be oblivious. if this little black dress doesn't get his attention, you're out of ideas.

you forced Nancy and Robin to go shopping with you for hours the weekend prior to this party, searching for the perfect thing to wear. of course the girls know exactly why your wanted to buy a new dress, Nancy was the one who pointed out your feelings to begin with. you never even realized it yourself, but once she said something you couldn't stop thinking about it.

since then, everything he does seems to give you butterflies. the constant nicknames like sweetie and pretty girl. always checking in on you, making sure you ate or got enough sleep. how could you not fall for him?

you spend the evening dolling yourself up. even painting your nails a new shade of red to match your lipstick. feeling hot as fuck and confident, if Eddie didn’t want you surely someone else would.

but that’s not what you wanted. you wanted him.

9 o’clock rolls around and you hear a familiar horn in your driveway. you look in the mirror one last time, taking a deep breath before smiling at how good you look.

slipping on your shoes, you open the door and walk confidently to the van. but your confidence slowly sinks away as soon as you open the door to the vehicle.

“what are you wearing?” he asks, looking you up and down with a strange look on his face before you sit in the passenger seat.

“a dress? why is something wrong with it?”

“just not something I expected from you I guess.”

what the fuck does that mean?

“oh.” you look out the window, avoiding any possible eye contact with him. the girls swore he was going to love the dress and now you’re stuck thinking it was all a big mistake.

you’re quiet the rest of the drive, but he doesn’t seem to notice. you hop out of the van quickly when you arrive, closing the door and adjusting the dress that has ridden up your thighs when you sat down.

“ready to party?” Eddie asks, catching up to you at the door.

“yeah.” you just don’t have the desire to attempt to flirt with him at the moment, clearly he doesn’t want you.

“you goin’ home with someone tonight or do you want a ride later?” he asks as soon as he sees the crowded party, knowing you’d surely be separated from him.

“what?” why the hell would he think you’d go home with someone other than him?

“well you know, you’re dressed like you want to go slut around or something.”

“okay, i’m going to pretend you didn’t just fucking say that to me. asshole.” you walk away from him, mumbling the last word. as if you weren’t embarrassed enough that he didn’t like seeing you in the dress, now he thinks your intentions were to get laid tonight?

well… maybe they were. but you wanted him to fuck you. not some random drunk person at the party.

“Y/N!! you made it!” Robin waves you down from the kitchen, holding out a red cup to you and you smile at the familiar exchange.

“you look hot!” Nancy praises and you feel your confidence growing again. “how’d he like it?”

“he didn’t. said I look like I want to slut around.”

“what the fuck?? no, you look sexy as hell and it’s honestly his loss!” Robin continues you hype you up, making you smile.

“it’s whatever. I guess I was wrong to think he might actually like me back.”

“aw babe… don’t be sad! c’mon, let’s go dance with the birthday boy!!”

and you do without hesitation, refilling your cup before taking one of Nancy’s hands in yours as she leads you into the living room. the couches all pushed to the side of the room to make a makeshift dance floor.

“happy birthday Stevie!!” you call out to him, wrapping your arms around him in a hug.

“thanks! you look nice!” he shouts over the music after giving you a kiss on the top of your head, something you’ve grown accustomed to. he’s like a brother to you, someone who always tries to protect you like he does with literally everyone else.

you continue dancing with your friends, but you can’t help but look around for Eddie. you spot him across the room, almost glaring in your direction but his eyes never meet yours. instead they’re locked on Steve, who’s holding your hand and twirling you around.

“i’m gonna go get another drink.” you lean into Robin’s ear to inform her, she nods, and you weave through the crowd to the kitchen. a familiar presence lurking behind you causes you to turn around.

“hey Eds.” you sigh, still annoyed with him but not wanting to be. how was he supposed to know your feelings if you never bothered to tell him? “having fun?”

“I guess. wish you’d come hang out with me but you’re grumpy.”

“i’m not grumpy. you were just being a dick.” you defend yourself, getting worked up once again. he rolls his eyes and it takes everything in you to walk away without causing a scene. “whatever Eddie. come find me when you’re finished with whatever this is.”

you go back to the group, taking a drink from your cup before dancing somewhat provocatively with the girls again. Steve shows up with shots and passes them around, making all of you cheers before pouring them into your mouths.

tipsy and now unfazed by Eddie’s reaction to your dress you begin dancing and singing with Steve, putting his hands on your hips as the two of you move to the popular song from the mix Robin made specially for him.

you turn your head to look in Eddie’s direction, seeing him immediately looking away from you and at this point you’re over his moping and want him to come dance with you. you never could stay mad at him for long. you wander over to him and hold out your hand, wiggling your fingers as if to say, “you better take my hand boy”.

but he doesn’t, and it pisses you off even more. you refuse to put up with his attitude any longer, not when you’ve been pining for him for so long. forcing his hand into yours and pulling him into a random bedroom, you lock the door behind you.

“okay what is going on??”

“nothing.” he mumbles, and you call him out on his lie.

“bullshit! what the fuck is your problem?”

“my problem? what, so i’m just supposed to sit and watch you flirt and dance with Harrington all night long in that fucking dress?!”

“Eddie, I bought this dress for you.”

“what?” his face softens and then he looks at you with instant regret. “oh my god. and I called you a slut. i’m so sorry I didn’t mean it at all and—” everything clicked right there.

“were… were you jealous?”

he’s silent. and your answer is right in front of you. had it been there all along and you were just too busy stuffing down your feelings to see it?

the confidence you had before the party comes back to you, feeling almost happy that you made him jealous.

“so here’s what we can do, Eds. we can pretend this isn’t happening right now and go back to the party… or you can take this dress off of me. your choice.”

he doesn’t hesitate, pushing his lips against yours with a force you didn’t expect.

“you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to do that.” he says, looking at you as if to see if you still want this.

“ditto, baby.” you immediately reach for the button on his jeans, but your eager fingers cannot seem to get it undone and you groan with frustration.

“aw do you need help, sweet thing?”

“if you don’t shut up and just take your fucking pants off Eddie I swear—”

he cuts you off with another kiss, “always so mean to me.”

“you love it.” you tease, palming at his growing bulge through the jeans he still hasn’t taken off.

he hurries to take his pants off, finally, stumbling when they get down to his ankles and he kicks them off somewhere in the room along with his shirt.

you look over him, practically drooling when he walks closer to you. “you gonna help me?” you ask, reaching for your zipper and he smirks.

“what if I want you to keep the dress on?”

“this dress cost me a whole paycheck. you are going to take it off carefully and not make a mess on it.”

“yes ma’am.” he grins ear to ear, smashing his lips onto yours again while reaching his hands behind your back and pulling the zipper down. as the dress pools around your feet, he takes a step back to admire you, mumbling a “beautiful” before lifting you up and tossing you on the bed.

he’s quick to join you, laying on top of you and you grind yourself up on his boxer covered bulge, earning a groan from his lips. the sounds he’s making turning you on even more. he begins dragging kisses down your body from your lips to my stomach. he stops just at your panty line, you sit up slightly waiting to see his next move. he continues leaving little pecks, right over where you’re soaking through your panties, making you squirm.

“Eddie.” you groan, making eye contact with him.

“what do you want? tell me.”

“please touch me.” you whine, so desperate.

“touch you where?” he teases more, making you groan again. “here?” he asks, kissing the inside of your thigh. you whine, making him move on. “or here?” he kisses the fabric, right over your sensitive bud, receiving a moan in reply.

“hey! i don’t think your attitude tonight allows for you to be such a tease.” he chuckles at your words, yanking your panties down to leave you completely naked. a needy mess underneath his touch. his fingers part your folds, the cold metal of his rings making you clench around nothing.

“completely soaked… did I do this to you?” he smiles, running his fingers through the sensitive area. his fingers play with your clit, making you moan loudly, not caring if the entire party can hear you over the booming music. he plays with it between his fingers for a moment, before removing them and replacing it with his mouth.

“oh god, Eds! yes!” you cry, feeling him sucking you, swirling his tongue and gently bringing one finger into your hole. he continues, adding in a second finger after a moment. you continue to be vocal, making him pump his fingers faster. you whimper in pleasure, grinding against him to get more. “baby i’m so close!” you yell out, making him suck harder and you let go, finishing all over his thick fingers.

“good girl.” he whispers, licking you one more time before removing his fingers from you.

panting, you bring yourself to your knees and reach your hands over to remove his boxers, pulling them down and smirking at how hard you made him. he begins to lay back onto the mattress as you look up and make eye contact, licking just the tip, making him moan.

“please.” you smile knowing he’s just as needy as you. you lick from the base to the tip before taking in as much of him as you can without gagging. bringing your hand up to stroke the rest as you move your head around him.

“holy fuck- just like that baby.” his hand finds its way into your hair and he takes a handful of it, strong but not forceful. you continue, sometimes removing him completely to lick the tip before taking him in again.

you remove your mouth to suck just the tip and stroke his whole length with your hand, but he pulls away before he can finish. you look up confused.

“don’t wanna cum like this baby, wanna cum inside you.” you gasp at his words, feeling yourself dripping down your thighs again.

you move down to lay your head on a pillow as he follows, laying on top of your body and kissing your swollen lips. he makes his way to your neck and you can’t help but moan loudly as he sucks on the sweet spot behind your ear.

“please Eds, need you in me.” you whine, and he finally begins to slip inside, your walls clenching as he does. he brings his lips to yours once again, kissing you though his thrust.

“fuck baby, so tight.” he moans into your ear, “not gonna last long.” but he continues, making you feel better than anyone else you’ve ever been with.

you cry out as he pushes into you harder, his thumb finding your little bud again. “cum Eds, please baby. cum for me.” and he does, sputtering his full load into you, bringing you closer to your own release again.

“holy shit Eddie! i’m- i’m so close.” you bring your hands to his back, scratching and no doubt leaving long red marks all the way down.

“c’mon pretty girl.” he pushes you, rubbing your clit faster and you feel the familiar knot in your stomach right before you finish again, crying his name as loud as possible. he pulls himself out, still rubbing your swollen bud slowly until you push his hand off of you.

“so…” he whispers after a moment, lying beside you on the mattress.

“so…” you repeat, trying to catch your breath.

“did you mean it? you really bought that dress for me?”

“couldn’t think of anything else that would get your attention.” you smile, rolling over to face him.

“hun, I have been trying to get your attention since I met you.”

“you’ve got to be joking.” you laugh, smacking his arm playfully.

“I guess we were both worried about ruining our friendship, huh?”

“I don’t want to be your best friend anymore, Eds.” you kiss him one more time before he can say anything else. you stand up and slip your dress back on, moving your hair over to one side and motioning for him to zip you up.

“wh- where are you going?”

“we are going home. and tomorrow you’re taking me to breakfast.”

“oh yeah? what are we doing at home?” he smirks, and you laugh in response.

“I guess we’ll decide when we get there, won’t we?”

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[raeofsunrise]

skate to me

pairing: clapton davis x gn!reader

summary: !BASED OFF A REQUEST I FORGOT TO ATTACH THIS TO! clapton was absolutely astonished when he saw that the person who skated right by him in the hallway was right here, next to him, in his science class.

warnings: light cursing, i think?? i’m not fucking sure at this point

word count: 1.0k

author’s note: so sorry it took me like a whole month to get back! 😭this has been crazy ass couple of months, and i just couldn’t get anything out if i tried. i honestly think that i might take a break on writing for clapton and characters like mike, simply because i don’t think i have any motivation to write for them. i don’t wanna let you guys down, but i also don’t wanna write crappy fics, either. i’ll say on a separate post who i’ll be writing for. thanks so much for your guys support! and with that, enjoy ☆

clapton thought he was the only one who skated through the hallways of grizzly lake highschool. it wasn’t like he gatekeeped it or anything, but it was his thing. and everyone knew that.

so when he felt you brush against him in the hallway this morning, he barely got a glimpse of your shoes and purple hoodie before you skated away. it frustrated him—

wait, skated?

he thought he was crazy. he had to have hallucinated those rollerskates. but the sound when you rushed by him, those had to have been rollerskates. but nobody else but him did that. that was his thing. besides his ego being a bit affected, he was more excited than anything. maybe he could make a new friend. he’d never met anyone else who skated, especially at school. but where did you go? no, more importantly, what class were you in? clapton was not famous for being patient, so this would be difficult.

he begrudgingly made his way to science class, upset that he might not see you until passing period, where the hallway would be filled with what felt like thousands upon thousands of people. no way he was gonna see you during that. and if he tried to find you during lunch? he’d definitely look like a total creep. so this was a lose lose situation. he’d never be able to talk to the stranger with the skates.

this made clapton’s walk to class even more frustrating. throughout the whole day, all he could hope for was to hear your skates against the ground. but he didn’t. not once. it was the end of the day, and he was heading to his last class. clapton was just about done with everything when he saw a pair of skates next to a desk. and just above that desk was a purple hoodie. and even more above that was probably the most gorgeous person he’d ever seen.

he was practically just standing and staring in the doorway. of course you weren’t staring back at him, he thought. you were busy listening to music and getting ready for class, getting your notebooks and everything.

clapton didn’t move until another student shoved him out of the way so they couldd get through, muttering something under their breath in the process. clapton couldn’t care less, though. because there was an open seat next to you and what perfect timing was it that he was the only person who hadn’t sat down yet? this coincidence made him believe that maybe there was a god. maybe it was you.

his mood an entire 180 from how it was less than 2 minutes ago, he sat down right next to you, waiting for you to notice him like an excited child.

not noticing someone had sat next to you, you weren’t expecting someone to be right next to you. normally, as far as first days go, people liked to haze the new kid. so someone looking eager to talk to you was not a good sign.

“hi,” you say slowly, going to look at him.

“hey there, gorgeous.” he said. as soon as that came out of his mouth he knew that was a big yikes. (ayo?? 😟)

your eyes widened. what the hell was his problem?

“woah, coming off a little strong there, aren’t we?” you ask.

how could he save this already trainwreck of a conversation? if he could even call it that.

“sorry, don’t know why i said that. i just, uh,”

shit, shit, shit! think of something clapton!

“you skate, right? that’s pretty cool. i do, too.” he held up his skate board.

still suspicious and not at all buying this “no ill-intentions” act, you pull your skates closer to your desk.

“yeah, i do.”

he continues, “well i just thought that since we both skate we could—“

but he was cut off, as class had apparently started while you two were conversing and your teacher was not happy with either of you.

clapton heard the teacher say both of your last names, followed by a very stern “detention!”

this wasn’t anything surprising to him, but one look at you told him that this was not how you were expecting your first day to go.

you rolled your eyes and shot him a dirty look.

“thanks a lot, davis.”

so instead of a trainwreck, his attempt to talk to you was a total and complete fuck-up.

great.

——————

the end of class came painstakingly slow, and he saw you hurrying to head out so you didn’t have to walk to detention with him. i mean, could he blame you. he practically screwed over your entire day.

clapton always took himself as an optimist, so maybe he could still save this. right?

as you put on your skates, unaware that this might land you in even more trouble, you felt someone tap you on your shoulder.

there was nobody else left in the classroom besides you and the person who you did not wanna see. so you turn around, and with no surprise, there was the douche who landed you in detention.

“oh, are you here to get me suspended, too?” you ask.

he couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

“yeah, i deserve that. sorry about all…this, by the way. i really didn’t mean for you to get in trouble.” he said.

damn, you thought. he’s not a bad actor.

you smiled a not-so-friendly smile back at him. “sure, you didn’t.”

you try to skate away and out of the classroom, but he catches up to you on his skateboard.

“no, seriously! i just wanted to talk to you. i’ve never met anyone who also skates, and i just thought you were really cool and pretty and—“

you stopped skating ahead of him a while ago, but he didn’t notice that, so he kept skateboarding right into an open locker’s door.

you let out a laugh that definitely let every teacher in the vicinity know you weren’t where you were supposed to be right now, but you couldn’t help it.

clapton got up, rubbing the side of his face.

you walk up to him and pat him on the cheek.

“okay, i believe you.” you say, crossing your arms afterwards.

he lets out a smile that you’re pretty sure you’re gonna have to get used to.

“anything i can do to make it up to you?” he asks.

you take off your backpack and shove it in his arms.

“carry this for me?” you say.

“that’s the least i can do.”

#josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #clapton davis #clapton davis x reader #josh hutcherson x reader #josh futturman x reader #peeta mellark x reader

[coral-melon]

Heya!! CM! (Get it your user!)

Its 🍓 again :3

Would you be able to write imagine/hc thingys how they would react to seeing your human form for the first time when you go to the human world with them! Im thinking along the flustered fluff/ possibility suggestive thoughts about mc =^=

Any of the brothers/dateables u want! But if your looking for specific just mammon & levi as personal preference :3

(AFAB preferred but No description of gender js cool too :3 )

Aghhh sorry this is worded so weird I’m not the best leaving suggestions i feel too askyy ;^;

Your writing is lovely and i can’t wait to see more!!

- 🍓

Hello again -🍓! Love the ‘CM’ nickname! And by all means, ask whatever you want and however much you want! I’ll always make the time to write any requests~

Also sorry for taking so long; I really wasn’t too sure how to write this, and I’m sorry but I kinda tweaked it and lil bit.. ^^’ I was going to make everyone but I ended up only doing Mammon cuz I thought it would’ve been a very long post. BUT! I can most definitely make separate posts for each of the brothers if that’s something you and others want!

A and as always, if it sucks just lemme know! Constructive criticism is always welcome >;)

Cotton Surprise

Obey me! Mammon x Sheep!MC

Genre: Fluff, crack/shenanigans, slightly suggestive

What’s it about?: Seeing your human form for the first time!

Not that many but They/them pronounce; mainly AFAB

A throwback to Lesson 19 from the original game but tweaked it as well

Edit: ((There were minor changes cuz someone made a comment that pointed out to me how maybe some people didn’t understand what I was telling. Totally my fault ^^’🙏))

None of them ever understood why you turned into a sheep. It happened as soon as you first arrived to Devildom. But the more time they spent with you, they got used to it — some even forgetting you’re a human all together.

One day, most of the Brothers were sitting together in the living room. It was mostly quiet until Asmo brought the question: “Hey, What do you guys think MC looks like if they weren’t a sheep?”

It left them a bit dumbfounded that they hadn’t even thought about it. They got so used to you being a sheep so it kinda just slipped their mind. It also got them to start bickering a ton of what they thought you’d look like.

— “What’s with all the commotion?” A voice interrupts their conversation. Lucifer walks in with you in his hand, talk about perfect timing!

— “We were just talking about what MC looks like if they were in their human form.” Beel explains.

— “Oh right.. none of you have seen them.” Lucifer remarked, chuckling softly under his breath.

— “What does that mean?” Satan says with already irritation in his voice.

— “Well, it’s only right that I know what MC looks like. I was the one who picked them, after all.”

This got many of them heated! Jealous that Lucifer was pretty much the only one that knows. Mammon, Levi and Asmo were whining about how that’s not fair, Satan was gritting his teeth, and Beel along with Belphie just sat quietly watching the scene. They quieted down once you said, “I could just describe what I look like, y’know.”

All of them gathered around like a bunch of kindergartners getting ready to listen to a story book. They payed such close attention to every detail you said and tried to visualize it in their head to the best of their ability. It only made them even more eager to see you for themselves.

And it didn’t happen until the very last moments before you had to go back to the human realm..

… With a true loves kiss! >;D

Cliché, I know. - -’

Mammon

After dipping the House of Lamentation, he ends up in who knows where but more importantly, away from Levi. After he was done huffing for air, both of you start laughing from the absolute fun of stupidity you guys had. You couldn’t help but think about how odd it must’ve look from someone else’s perspective.

You two eventually eased off and took the time to catch your breaths. And then realize the beautiful view you guys have of Devildom. He sits you down gently on the thick stone fences while he rests his body on it. There was a short, soothing silence between the both of you — a soft, cool breeze blowing while you watching the city lights together. Mammon eventually brakes the silence and says,

“Y’know what? It’s always fun whenever you’re around.. I’m always smilin’ and laughin’ when we’re together. There’s never a dull moment..” he says softly; when you look up at him, he’s not looking at you but can tell he has a blush decorating his cheeks.

You smile at him warmly, before looking down at your tiny trotters. You were a sheep till the very end.. you had fun, but you can’t help but get a little sad thinking about it. Like just now, you would’ve been able to run away with him instead of being carried like a pillow.

“W-Who needs the human world, eh? You don’t gotta go back! I want you right here in Devildom, I want you here with me, all the time..!” Mammon looked straight at you, you perked up at him once he said that. He looked at you as if you were the greatest treasure he’s ever had. He wasn’t kidding around, such an unusually serious and determined face…, you felt butterflies in your stomach.

There was a silence again, you looked at him with in awe eyes. He slowly leans in, you leaning slightly forward.. letting whatever was going to happen, happen. Until finally, his lips reached you.

☁︎ —Poof— ☁︎

Light clouds suddenly surrounds you, Mammon was completely taken aback; and then he just freezes. When the clouds disperse, it revealed you.

You felt.. different. Blinked a couple of times before you looked down again. And to you completely surprise, the troopers you looked at but merely a few seconds ago were replaced with hands! You touched your face, your hair, your legs.. they were all back! You give a yell for joy, your curse has been broken! But then you also realize how you didn’t have any clothes on… you looked at mammon — who had his face completely red and eyes glued on you, completely frozen in place. Which made you freeze for a moment.

(Him)→ ╭( ⸝⸝๐_๐)╮ (○□○) ←(you)

— “AAAAAAAHHH!!!”

— “AAAAAAAHHH!!!”

You tried to cover yourself to the best of your ability; but first of all, you can’t really cover much. Second, he already saw everything! Both of you were very flustered, embarrassed, and still shocked by what just happened. You weren’t a sheep anymore! What’s up with that?!

Thankfully, Mammon at some point finally snaps out of it and covers you with his uniform’s blazer. You grip onto it tightly and covering yourself to the best of you ability. You mutter him a ‘Thank you’ under your breath. But both of you were still quite frantic, looking at each other with wide eyes while huffing to calm you nerves.

“Aha! …Found you!” A voice suddenly says from a short distance. It was Levi!

“Oh shit..”

“Mammon, Give me back my moneeey!!”

“Yikes! Time to go!” He says, lifting you up into his arms and making a run for it. And man did he run! He probably ran faster than when he was being chased by Lucifer. Levi didn’t see it coming’.

You were in a daze, you’ve been carried by him countless times.. but today you felt like a princess that’s been swooped by Prince Charming — a very peculiar one, but still charming.

He — at some point — stops running and hid in whatever corner he thought was good enough so that Levi wouldn’t find you two. With his back to the wall, he collapses to the ground. With you still in his arms but making sure you didn’t fall. You can’t help but laugh and pull him into a tight hug.

Mammon felt like his face was going to explode any second now, he just couldn’t believe that he was holding the actual you — and naked at that! But whatever was going through his head completely perished once he heard your lovely laugh. You were so happy.. embracing him with all your new found excitement. It felt like it was only the two of you in the whole word, so nothing else mattered.

“You broke my curse, Mammon!” You say. When I say this guy’s ego got inflated, I mean it. He felt like nothing could stop him now. That’s right! The great Mammon just did that! No one else!

He takes a closer look at you face; he always kept in mind all of the details you said that day, but you looked way better than what he had imagined. He couldn’t believe his eyes…

You suddenly pull him in and give him a passionate kiss; and oof, was he over the moon! After that one, he starts feeling greedy. Just one kiss isn’t enough..!

—☁︎

Later on, he bought you a few clothes since, of course, you didn’t have any. And decide to go back home.

When he went back to the House of Lamentation, he wanted nothing more than to just sneak in without his brothers knowing. But much to his dismay, Levi was already waiting for him at the gates. And when he realizes that the person he’s holding is you, he goes hysterical and now the rest of his brothers know..

“Oi, that’s enough! Step aside! Can’t ya see MC needs to get to their room??”

He’s always looked out for you.. from beginning to end. You felt like you were falling in love with him all over again. It was hard to believe that life here was coming to an end.. You want to make the most of it before having to go back home. But at the moment, you just wanted time to stay still, just for a moment..

End

I had a lot of fun writing this! So tysm for requesting it -🍓. Tho again, I’m sorry for not really completing what you asked for.. I still hope I was able to put a smile on your face! Take care~

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me requests #obey me fluff #obey me shenanigans #obey me crack #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x mc

[fandomgirlz01]

Love Uncovered Pt. 5

Colby Brock x Reader

Prompt?: No

Request?: Yes

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 4,737

Ko-fi

Master List

Warnings Here

You can listen to the story be read out loud here {coming soon}. 

Post Date: October 5th 2023

Post Time: 11:54pm

Author's note: I will be changing this chapter up a bit more from the video. The last few chapters have stuck pretty closely to the videos, but this one might be changing up just a bit for me to fit it into the story. I will also be attempting to talk about aura stuff again, but I’ve never studied that stuff or anything so you guys who do, please just bear with me and if I say something incorrect please please please educate me on it. I will never ever pass up if you guys tell me something is wrong in what I’ve written, I will simply just try my best to go back and fix it. So please just bear with me and enjoy the story. 

Based off of this video:

Y/n’s Pov:

After a few minutes, Amanda is the first to move as she takes a step back and the rest of us look up. Sam stands behind me as Colby stands off to the side with the camera on us. Amanda steps back a little ways from us as Stas moves next to Sam now. 

“I just put protection over y/n, Stas and Kat. Nothing is allowed to touch you, nothing is allowed to come near you,” she promises us as she explains to the camera what she’d just done before pausing. 

“You might see things-” Amanda starts again before Stas speaks up, cutting her off as one of the bells makes a small chime sound. 

“Dude it’s just- I can’t. That freaked me out,” Stas comments as she reaches out to the bell. 

“That I can’t stop,” Amanda finishes as Sam holds up another bell. 

“Someone’s gotta go upstairs and put some up there,” he comments, holding a bell out. 

“I’ll do it,” Amanda adds as she reaches for the bell from Sam. 

“Someone’s gotta help you, though,” Sam tells her and everyone looks around for a moment. 

“I mean he’s got a point. You can’t do the entire upstairs alone. I’ll come with you,” Colby speaks up as he reaches out to grab some bells from Sam. 

“What about y/n?” Sam asks as he hands him the bells. 

“I can go with them. Just have to stay with Colby,” I inform and Colby turns, smiling at me. 

“That’s a good idea, babe,” Colby agrees with me and I smile softly at him. 

“Ok. Then let’s go,” Amanda agrees before heading towards the stairs. 

Colby looks at me as if questioning if I’m ready and I hesitantly nod. He smiles softly at me before grabbing my hand and I give him a confused look. He keeps a calm smile on his face as he gently puts my hand on his back, right next to his back belt loop. 

I smile in understanding as I loop my finger through the loop. He grins this time before leaning back a bit to kiss my cheek. 

“Come on. Let’s go babe,” he comments as he starts to walk and I smile softly before following him in the direction Amanda had gone. 

We meet up with her next to the stairs and she goes up a few of them as we stop at the bottom. She turns to us, holding her bell out. 

“We've got the duty of going upstairs,” Colby comments humorously and he smiles. 

“How did we get so lucky?” Amanda jokes back, making both me and Colby laugh. 

“I know. The most haunted spot,” Colby comments back and I feel a shiver go down my neck as we start the rest of the way up the stairs.

We make it up the stairs and decide to split up and go separate ways. Colby and I go and hang some on one side of the upstairs as Amanda goes the other way. Once we’re done, Colby checks in on me and smiles once I tell him I’m doing ok. 

When he knows I’m fine, we decide to meet up with Amanda in the middle. We walk up to her as she hangs her last bell on the door handle on the outside of the small hall to the birthing room. 

“There’s something in that back room,” she informs us as we come up next to her.

“I just watched it,” she finishes as she continues to tie the string to the door. 

Once she’s done, she stands straight and walks back into the room. Colby and I follow her as she grabs another bell from the bed. 

“I haven’t told Stas yet or you, y/n, I told you guys before we even came here when I was giving you a low down on the spirits,” she explains to us while playing with the string in her hand as she looks at Colby, who gives a small ‘yeah,’ in conformation. 

“They disguise themselves as children and pets,” Amanda continues explaining and Colby agrees, repeating ‘that they disguise themselves,’ in awe as he remembers what she’d said. 

“That’s why she goes ‘I just saw the little boy,’ and I let her know that was not a-” Amanda explains but pauses and Colby interjects. 

“That was not a little boy,” Colby adds in shock and Amanda closes her eyes for a moment before opening them again. 

“Was not a little boy,” she repeats in confirmation of what Colby said. 

“So when we first came there were two children I told you about, right?” she asks and Colby nods as she takes a step back, beginning to play with the string in her hand. 

“Right. Right. They were happy, right? They were like, trying to like, play games?” Colby asks for confirmation and Amanda gets happy as she explains farther. 

“Yeah. One of them was shy. The little girl was shy, but the boy, he kept like, peeking his head around the corner like…” she describes as she motions what she’s trying to explain. 

“Like, are you gonna come chase me?” she continues to explain and Colby nods in agreement, giving a very audible ‘yeah.’

“So I think it’s insane that when the negative thing came through it disguised himself as a little boy,” Amanda tells us with an expression full of awe. 

“And Stas, as scared as she was, would feel more comfortable with it because I told her about the little boy here,” Amanda explains as she points to herself. 

“Manda?” I ask, moving around Colby and hugging on his arm. 

“Yeah? What’s up, y/n?” she asks me, giving Colby and I a small smile.

“Do you think Stas’s little boy could be the one taking interest in me?” I ask and she gasps as her face lights up. 

“That’s a very real possibility. Did you feel sick or anything when she said she’d seen him?” she asks and I take a moment to think it over. 

“Well, now that you mention it, no, but me and Colby were connected then. He was cuddled up to me behind the camera,” I explain and she nods vigorously. 

“I think you might have a point. It could have been him trying to get to you,” she agrees, nodding. 

“The little girl could possibly have been the lady that was pointing at you earlier too,” she explains and my face falls. 

“So he can change forms, great,” I roll my eyes and Colby rubs my arm lightly. 

“I’m right here. He can’t hurt you while I’m here and Amanda put a protection over you, but I get it if you want to leave. I’ll take you home right now,” Colby tells me but I sigh, shaking my head. 

“No. You’re right. He can’t hurt me. I’ll be okay,” I promise him with a nod and he smiles softly. 

“Okay, but at any point if you want to leave, just tell me,” he informs me and I nod. 

“I promise I will,” I tell him softly before reaching up on my tip-toes to leave a kiss on his cheek. 

“Ok. Let’s finish putting these up, then we can go back to the rest of the group,” Amanda comments before moving away to start hanging the last few bells. 

We hang a few more and I stay with Colby the whole time. He walks over to the closet and pulls it open. 

“Oh my God,” he exclaims as he looks into it. 

“What?” Me and Amanda ask in unison. 

“This closet is huge. It goes like, all the way around. It’s like a secret crawl space area,” Colby says in shock as he looks into the deep closet. 

“This house has-” Amanda starts, but pauses to listen. “Did you hear that in there?” she asks after a moment, making Colby turn around. 

“No. What was that? I missed it,” Colby comments before going quiet so we can all listen. 

“Can you hear the walking?” Amanda asks as she looks up at us and I nod while Colby gives out a very audible ’yeah’. 

“That’s the exact room that when we walked up here I told you something was back there,” Amanda tells us in amazement and I shiver lightly. 

“I don’t like that…” I speak out and Colby nods before reaching down for my hand. 

He squeezes my hand softly as we all stay quiet for a moment. When we clearly can’t hear the sound anymore, Colby stands straight and starts to look around again. I follow him over to the bedside table and together we look at what’s on it. 

“They got a bunch of things that little kids would like to play with here, too. Like toy cars, jellybeans?” Colby comments as he lets go of my hand for a moment to pick the car up before smacking the pack of jelly beans. The car then starts to roll back off the table, but Colby quickly catches it before setting it back down. 

“Babe. Don’t do that, what if the spirits like, get mad at you for messing with their stuff,” I lightly admonish him as I slap his arm and he chuckles. 

“It’s not like I took them. Just gave them a small little tap,” he replies and I shake my head, rolling my eyes. 

“Oh, put the car on the ground,” Amanda speaks up as she turns to us. 

“Ok,” Colby agrees as he picks it back up and together we both turn around. 

“Let’s find out,” Colby comments as he steps back to watch it with the camera. 

We watch the car for a moment but nothing happens, so Colby bends down and scoops it up off the floor with a quick ‘alright,’. He walks back over to the table and sets it back down before turning to me and offering his hand. Colby, Amanda, and I start walking though towards the stairs. 

“Woah. Woah. Wait. Amanda, do you mind talking about some more details about ghosts real quick?” he asks and she smiles, nodding. 

“Of course,” she sweetly answers and Colby grins. 

“Sweet. Ok, ah… sweetheart, do you mind holding the camera for me?” Colby asks and I smile softly at him before nodding and holding my hand out to him. 

“Thanks, babe,” he tells me after handing it off to me and kissing my cheek. 

“Ok… the number one question people wanna know is like, what do these spirits or entities or demons whatever you see look like?” Colby asks her as he claps his hands together. 

“Are they happy, are they expressionless, is it as clear as, like, a person that you're seeing?” Colby asks, using his hands to animate his words. 

“It doesn’t look like a person, but it’ll be as clear as like, if you were just standing there dressed in all black,” she explains, motioning with her head where she means.

“I grew up with a spirit in my home and I-” she starts to say before pausing and turning along with Colby when there’s a thump in the back of the room.

We all pause and listen for a moment. The sound soon becomes distinct and we can tell it’s the others of our group. 

“Oh god, they're coming upstairs,” Colby breathes out in relief as we hear their distinctive footsteps and voices now. 

“Geez, we’re literally talking about demons and that happens, not down,” Amanda comments as Colby lets out a big puff of air. 

“The demon I grew up with in my house… looks like a person most of the time. He was much, much taller, much, much thinner and he had red eyes,” Amanda continues to explain just as Sam walks into the room and she looks over at him. 

“I saw a spirit when I was with you and you asked me to describe it,” Amanda adds on and Colby nods as Sam walks farther into the room. 

“Yeah. At the Lizzy Borden house,” he clarifies as he nods and so does she. 

“It was extremely tall, probably seven feet tall, very, very thin. Like unhumanly thin,” she tells us before pausing to look at Sam. 

“Are we ready to head to the seance room?” Sam asks and we all nod. 

“Here. I can take the camera and set it up,” Sam tells me as he comes over and takes it from me. 

He then walks back over to the stairs and starts to head down so he can set it up. I walk over to Colby and he smiles softly at me as he reaches his hand out to me. I grin and grab onto his hand. He gently pulls me along as we follow the others back down the stairs. 

Once we’re in the seance room, we all sit down and Colby sits down first, gently pulling me onto his lap for a moment and cuddles me. 

“You doing okay?” he mumbles into my ear as he leaves a light kiss on my neck. 

“Yeah. I’m fine. I’ve been absolutely fine the whole time you’ve been with me,” I whisper back to him and I feel him smile against my neck. 

“Good. I love you,” he mumbles back and I smile, squeezing his hand that sits on my stomach. 

“I love you, too, nugget. Always,” I reply and he nuzzles into my shoulder. 

“Okay. I think we’re ready. Enough canoodling, you two,” Sam jokes as he playfully rolls his eyes, making Colby and I laugh. 

“Okay. Okay. Can we please get this started?” Stas asks and Colby groans. 

“Fine,” Colby groans out as he lets go of me so I can get off his lap. 

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll be right here next to you the whole time. Wanna hold hands?” I ask as I take the spot right next to him and hold my hand out to him. 

“How well do you know me? Of course I wanna hold hands,” Colby quips as he grabs my hand and I giggle as we hide them behind ourselves. 

Kat laughs as she sits down next to me on my left and Stas sits to her left and they grab each other's hands. Sam sits down to Colby’s right and Amanda sits in the chair to the right of Sam with her headphones in her hand along with a notebook. 

“Okay, are we ready to start?” Sam asks and we all nod. 

“Okay, then. We are in the seance room,” Sam explains for the camera, “Where Ed Lorraine Warren performed a seance on Carolyn and she literally levitated.”

“She is going to wear noise canceling headphones on a spirit box,” Sam points to Amanda before pointing to his own ear. “Basically letting us know whatever she hears. We’re gonna be asking questions, kinda as we were saying we have ping pong balls, bells all over the place, the entire house.”

“Upstairs as well,” Colby adds, pointing up before grabbing my hand behind our backs again. 

“So if we hear anything happening, we’ll be able to catch it,” Sam continues while Colby rubs my hand a bit and I have to hold myself back from cuddling more into him. 

“Starting this recording, see if we catch any evps,” Sam states as he holds the device he’s using out for the camera to see before he sets it on the ground. 

“It just said Borden,” Amanda speaks just as Sam sits back. 

“Borden?” Colby questions, his eyes widening ever so slightly as Sam quickly looks at him with his hand over his lips. 

“We just said that they were very similar cases,” Sam comments in shock as he looks at Colby, who agrees. 

“Okay. We’re going to turn on this other spirit box, put it right here just in case we get things on it as well,” Sam explains to the camera as he holds the device up and out to the camera. 

“Okay. Should we start asking questions?” Colby asks Sam, who nods. 

“Yeah, let’s start,” Colby agrees and Sam nods. 

“Okay. Ah, is there any spirit here that wants to talk to us?” Sam asks out into the air and we all stay quiet as we wait. 

Colby turns and looks up at a corner behind me. I squeeze his hand and he squeezes mine. We stay quiet for a little more and I push the feeling of cuddling up to his side away. 

“Can you please, like move something?” Sam again asks into the air and it’s quiet for a moment. 

“Not Colby,” Amanda almost yells out as Sam looks at Colby, shocked. 

“Isn’t that silly?” Sam asks as he points at the device on the floor. 

“Kill,” comes an ominous voice from the device and Colby’s mouth falls open, as does mine. He turns to the camera before looking at me. 

“Wait… Wait… Wait. Did that just say what I think it did?” I ask and Colby slowly nods to confirm my question. 

“Are you a bad spirit?” Sam asks and it goes quiet again. 

“Kill Colby?” Colby questions and I shake my head. 

“That’s what it sounded like…” I tell him as I tighten my hold on his hand. 

“All only here,” Amanda speaks and we all listen as carefully as we can. 

“Is there anything here that can give us a sign at all? We have bells around this entire house. If you can, just make them ring. We want to talk to you,” Colby calls out and we all pause. 

Some time passes and it just stays quiet. I continue to keep Colby’s hand tightly gripped in mine.

“I don’t like this…” I whisper into his ear and he nods in agreement. 

“It’s okay. I’m right here,” Colby replies back as he rubs my hand and it again goes quiet for a while. 

“There’s someone here with us,” Amanda informs us as Sam sets the device he had in his hand down on the ground. 

“Can you make yourself known if you're here with us?” Sam questions and then there’s a faint shuffle sound. 

Colby looks up in shock, first he looks at me, then he turns to Sam, who looks back at him with the same amount of shock. Katrina holds the phone, but after giving me a look she leans back a bit and lays the phone on her thigh. She grabs my hand and holds it like she holds Stas’s. She squeezes my hand and it helps my worry only slightly. 

“Woah, what was that?” Colby asks as he looks at Sam again. 

“There was a huge crack,” Sam comments as he and Colby turn away from looking at each other. 

“It sounded like a shuffle almost,” Colby comments. “Was that you that just made that noise?” he goes on to ask and I squeeze his hand again. 

“Yes,” comes Amanda’s voice and Colby jumps. 

“Yes?” Sam asks Amanda and she nods at him as Stas lets out an “oh,” while bringing her hand up to her lips. 

“Can you make a noise closer to us? We’d love for you to come sit with us,” Sam asks the spirit, making us give each other worried looks. Amanda shakes her head no and rubs her chest. 

“Um… no… no,” Kat tells him, shaking her head at him. “Sam, we can’t do that,” Kat continues to tell him while still shaking her head and he just lightly grins. 

“Sam, let’s not do that, unless you want to switch spots with me right now,” Stas informs him in a very matter of fact tone and suddenly the sick feeling I’ve had throughout the day comes back. 

“Y/n is literally shaking after that, Sam, no,” Kat sternly comments as both her and Colby rub my hands. 

“I’m okay. Just had a small bout of that sick feeling,” I inform them and Colby shakes his head. 

“Sam, I second not inviting the spirit. If it’s gonna affect y/n, we don’t do it,” Colby sternly agrees with Kat and I shake my head. 

“Colby. Hon, I’m okay. Honestly,” I inform him, squeezing his hand for more reassurance. 

“Yo, is my chest red?” Amanda cuts in to ask as she scratches at her chest. “It felt like something just scratched me,” Amanda tells us.

“No. It doesn’t look red,” Kat replies, shaking her head. 

“Ok. That scratch just felt like something is mad,” Amanda adds in and the chill of sickness comes back ever so slightly, but goes away as quickly.

“We know you’re in this room with us. Can you show yourself?” Colby asks as he rubs at his chin with his other hand and both Kat and I quickly look at him. 

“Babe, why are you asking it to show itself? No,” I tell him, shaking my head before it goes quiet again and Colby lightly rubs my lower back.

“I’m here,” Amanda calls out and the sick feeling comes back for the millionth time, except this time it stays even though Colby still holds my hand. 

“He’s here,” Amanda continues to say what she hears. 

“Who’s here?” I ask, looking at Colby and growing a little more scared as the sick feeling slowly intensifies.

Colby shrugs as it goes quiet and stays that way. After a while of nothing coming through, Sam decides to switch places with Amanda. Colby picks up the device Sam had put on the ground, then scoots down to the end of the couch and I scoot after him.

“Alright, Sam’s trying this now. Do we have somebody-” Colby starts as he looks around, but the voice from the device cuts him off. 

“News,” the device’s voice speaks out and Colby turns back to look at the device in his hand. 

“News?” Colby repeats it in confusion. 

“News?” Stas asks and Colby repeats it, nodding. 

“Did you have any news for us?” Stas asks softly and Colby scratches his forehead. 

“Is there news that you want to tell us?” Colby asks. 

“No, there was a hanging in the barn. A noose,” Amanda cuts in and another chill runs down my back.

“Noose. Interesting," Colby comments as Stas hums. The sick feeling continues to get worse and worse, but for some reason I can’t get any words out. 

“Just ask,” Sam speaks as he holds a hand over his right earphone. 

“Were you the person that got hung here?” Stas asks as I try to open my mouth and talk, but my tongue feels heavy and my mouth just won’t move. 

“Help,” Sam again speaks out what he hears. 

“Are you the spirit that tormented the Perron family?” Amanda asks. “No one ask another question for a moment,” Amanda informs us and we all stay quiet. 

“God,” Sam says out loud and now I try to squeeze Colby’s hand to tell him how I’m feeling, but it’s like I’m just frozen and can’t. 

“Don’t ask anything else. Wait,” Amanda adds in and again everyone is silent. 

“Not here,” Sam again says what he heard. 

“Who are you?” Amanda asks. “Are you the demon that tormented the Perron family?” Amanda again asks, only this time a little more sternly. 

We wait for a few minutes with no response coming from Sam. Finally the sick feeling seems to just wash away and I’m confused. 

“Possible,” Sam says, making me stop to listen and forget about it. “Freedom,” he continues to tell us what he hears. 

“Are you- are you- can you not leave? Are you trapped here?” Amanda asks as she tries to figure it all out. 

“Do you need to escape?” Colby asks as he looks over at Amanda. 

“Modern gate,” Sam says and Amanda seems to get involved more now. 

“Is there-” Amanda starts to ask, but then Sam says, “Limits,” repeating what he hears. 

“Is there some kind of gate or limit and reason you're not allowed to leave this home?” Amanda continues her question and we all pause. 

“Though,” Colby reads the word on his device out loud. 

“Are you trying-” Colby starts to ask something, but gets cut off by Sam saying “Found me”. 

“I was literally just about to say I feel like we connected-” Amanda starts, but Sam cuts her off again with “Coat.” 

“There was a guy right over here,” Amanda explains as she points over to her left. “He looks like a soldier.”

“Really? Like the story of the seven soldiers?” Colby asks as Stas hums. 

“He looks like one of the three that I saw walking outside. He’s in like, like-” Amanda tries to explain, but Sam cuts her off with a “Believe.” 

“Believe?” Colby questions as Amanda gives a look of confusion. 

“He’s in light colored clothes,” Amanda explains with a look of worry. 

“Hello, Protect,” Sam again says now and we all look at each other with even more confusion. 

“Why would he say protect? Protect what?” I finally find my words again and Colby squeezes my hand. 

“I don’t know, but I was literally about to say, he wants to talk to us,” Amanda adds as we all look at each other. 

“Focus,” Sam speaks out again. 

“We need to believe and focus more?” Colby guesses as he sighs, rubbing his face. 

“Do you remember the Perron family?” Colby asks and it goes quiet for another moment as Colby sits with his hand on his closed eye. 

“Be with me,” Sam says what he’d heard and again the sick feeling creeps up. 

“We’re here?” Colby says, confused before it falls silent again for a good while. 

“Underground,” Sam eventually speaks out. 

“Underground…” Colby repeats under his breath. 

“Basement,” Colby adds in realization. 

“Do you wanna-” Amanda starts to ask, but Sam cuts her off, saying “Stuck.” 

“Are you stuck in the basement? Do you want us to go down in the basement?” Amanda asks, but again there’s no response as we wait a while. 

“Please,” Sam finally speaks up. 

“What’s in the basement?” Amanda asks and after she does, there’s a knock that sounds off. 

“Heaven,” Sam says and soon it goes quiet again. 

We wait about a minute before Sam pulls the headphones off and gives Colby an incredulous look. 

“Whoa,” Colby comments as he lets out a breath. 

“What happened?” Sam asks after he sees Colby’s reaction. 

“We think there’s a soldier here that is just saying that he wants us to be with him and like that he’s been trying to escape this sort of hell and find heaven, but he can’t,” Colby explains and Sam nods understandably. 

“Also when we said, like, ‘do you want us to go to the basement’, you said please,” Stas chimes in and helps explain what happened to Sam. 

“I wrote down some things. I wrote ‘not ever out’ and ‘protect’. Those are the things that stuck out most,” Amanda informs Sam as she clicks her pen and reads over the words. 

“It was really difficult to hear when you guys weren’t asking questions,” Sam informs us as he looks away for a moment then back. 

“Yeah, when we were all quiet, we just tried to be quiet for a couple times, you would never say anything,” Colby explains as he points at Sam. 

“Weird!” Sam explains as his eyes widen. 

“Yeah! That- that’s weird,” Stas agrees in a shocked tone. 

“I didn’t even think about that,” Amanda adds into the conversation. 

“True… yeah,” Kat says, nodding and smiling a little. 

“What the f***?” Sam questions in astonishment. 

“Anyone else wanna try to see what we’ll get?” Sam asks as he looks between all of us. 

“I think I will,” Colby speaks up and he goes to get up after Sam nods. 

“Colby. I don’t know. Something feels off,” I tell him as I hold onto his arm. 

“It’ll be okay, babe, I’m sure it’s just nerves,” Colby replies before he leaves a kiss on my cheek. 

I sigh, shaking my head as he gets up, switching places with Sam. As soon as he leaves, the sick feeling comes crashing down on me tenfold. I try to call out to tell them, but like before my tongue feels like dead weight in my mouth. I watch helplessly as he sits there with the headphones over his ears and Sam holds the device. Tears form in my water line, but for some reason I can’t actually shed any. 

To Be Continued….

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[gravehags]

separated by a degree

Pairing: Cirrus x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: domme Cirrus, mild BDSM, face sitting, pussy eating, fingering

Words: 2,742

Summary: You've had a rough week. Cirrus is here to make it all better.

a/n: RING A DING DING PART 6 Y'ALL like it goes without saying but Cirrus could step on my neck and I'd say thank you so this is an ode to that

@terzosbignaturals EAT UP

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This week had just been too much. Too fucking much.

Ever since you bid Mountain and Aether a lingering, intimate adieu after your evening together, everything has gone to shit. The plumbing in your shower - no one else’s, you sourly think - has gone out, forcing you to have to travel all the way across the abbey to Cumulus’ room every night just to bathe. It’s not that you don’t want to see her - quite the opposite - but something about inelegantly stomping the halls in your damp flip-flops and wet hair back to your room makes you agitated. On top of that, you’ve been assigned to your usual library duties as well as being an altar sibling every mass. You’re exhausted, both mentally and physically, and you haven’t been this anxious since you were a novitiate in Papa Secondo’s summoning classes. You’ve barely seen the ghouls, let alone spent time with them, and the loneliness is beginning to take its toll. You’re currently flopped on your duvet half naked after a long mass led by Papa Nihil, groaning into the empty space when there’s a knock at your door.

“What?” you shout, throwing an arm over your eyes.

“It’s me,” comes a feminine voice from the other side whom you identify as Cirrus. Shooting up from your bed you pad over to the door and open it while still hiding your body behind it.

“Gonna let me in?” she purrs, giving what’s visible of your form a once over.

“Uh…I’m…indisposed.” you say stupidly, to which she snorts.

“Half the pack has seen everything you have to offer and now you’re shy? Cute.” She’s smirking and leaning against the entryway as you grip the door tighter.

“What’s up?” you ask in a high pitched voice, changing the subject. If this is a come on you’re flattered, and part of you aches for it but the ache in your brain and body is much more powerful.

“Wanted to offer my services,” she says, tracing a claw down the wood of the door.

“Oh?” you say, somewhat intrigued. “And what does that entail?”

“Stress relief,” Cirrus says airily, “you’ve been going through so much recently, sweetheart. And I,” she steps forward slightly, entering your space, “can help.”

You don’t even realize that you’ve opened the door wider until she’s curling a lock of your hair around her long finger and staring at you intently. Her tail slips around you and rubs gently against the curve of your ass. Your lips are parted and you’re about to say something when all of a sudden she’s stepping back. 

“Not tonight, though, I understand,” she says, examining her nails with a sigh.

“I need to shower,” you blurt out. A vaguely sinister grin unfurls on her lips.

“Use mine,” she says, leaning her head against the doorframe, tail flicking behind her lazily.

Your mouth is dry. “Okay. Yeah just let me…let me get my stuff.”

“Just a robe should be fine,” Cirrus comments, her eyes drifting towards the ceiling. “You won’t need much else.”

You clench your thighs together at the surge of wetness that creeps out of you and your clit throbs at the brief contact. If Cirrus sees you do it, she doesn’t comment on it. Abandoning your post at the door you go back to the bathroom and remove your bra and panties, already soaked through. Sliding the fluffy, dark red bathrobe over your shoulders and securing it at the waist, you return to Cirrus.

“Ready,” you say, sounding altogether too goddamn eager and Cirrus knows it judging from the way the points of her teeth peek out from between her lips.

“C’mon baby,” she purrs, escorting you down the hall with her hand on the small of your back. “I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

The walk down to the ghoul den is quiet, but you do pass Aether in the hallway and give him a little wave. When he sees who accompanies you he lets out a rather ominous chuckle and winks at the other ghoul. Cirrus looks entirely too pleased as she opens her bedroom door and ushers you inside, closing the door behind the both of you with a loud snap.

Her room is a beautiful collection of dark blues and blacks, making you feel like you’re hanging amidst the stars in the night sky. It’s calming and she seems to enjoy how your shoulders slump in relaxation.

“Go shower,” she nudges you towards the bathroom door, “then I’ll take care of you.”

You’re about to shut the door behind you when she calls out, “oh and…no need to put the robe back on.”

There it is, that sensation in your belly you feel in every encounter you have with the ghouls. That wonderful feeling of anticipation that lingers in your veins, the promise of something positively delicious, has you grinning as you turn the water on.

Cirrus’ products are nice…very nice…and you enjoy the heady fragrance that perfumes your hair after you step out of the shower. Drying off, you regard yourself in the semi-fogged over mirror. You have no idea what to expect from this encounter and it turns you on immensely. With a sigh, you drop the towel and head out to see Cirrus. Opening the door you hesitate slightly, until you peek your head around it and see what’s waiting for you. While you were in the shower, Cirrus transformed. She is no longer wearing the standard ghoul outfit you’ve come to expect, but rather a beautiful black lace lingerie set that makes your jaw drop. Your gaze drags over the rounded curve of her hips and her dark nipples - hard beneath the expensive material. Suddenly, you become hyper aware of how you’re standing stark naked in Cirrus’ bathroom doorway and move to cover yourself. She watches you hunch over yourself and grabs something from the nightstand. You recognize what’s in her hands as a leather flogger, the handle intricately and tightly woven. She runs the tendrils through her fingers as she approaches you. Flushing from tip to toe you move to touch her - anything to distract from your vulnerable state - but she stops you with the end of the whip against your sternum.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she smiles, canting her hip, “you have to earn that, pet.”

You pout at her and she gives you a look, tucking the end of the flogger under your chin to raise it.

“Get on the bed,” she snarls suddenly, “hands and knees.”

You feel her eyes follow you as you make your way to the bed and climb atop the dark duvet. On your hands and knees, as she requested, you feel a sense of humiliation wash over you and also…something else. You’re enjoying yourself. With a grin, you arch your back to expose your ass and cunt to Cirrus’ gaze. She approaches behind you and runs the flogger along your back and down your legs, making you shiver. When you attempt to crane your neck to look at her she strikes, hard and fast against your ass. You cry out and jolt forward, making her giggle.

“Look at you, presenting yourself like a bitch in heat,” she purrs, once again dragging the flogger gently against your bare skin. The sting of the first strike hasn’t faded when she hits you again. The bite of the leather tendrils against your haunches makes you cunt ache and you feel yourself drip onto the covers. She hums as she observes the mess you’re making.

“Do you like being exposed like this?” She strikes a third time, your mind spinning. When you don’t answer she strikes again.

“Yes!” you howl, cunt clenching around nothing.

“Yes, what?” she asks sweetly.

“Yes…mistress?” you guess and she strikes you again, making you sob.

“Say it like you mean it.”

When she runs the flat of her palm over the abused skin of your ass you want to cry. It’s the first time she’s touched your bare flesh and you ache for her.

“Yes, mistress!” you pant as she squeezes the globe of your ass hard enough for her claws to dig in.

“How much more can you take?” Cirrus wonders aloud, coming over to your face to tilt your chin up once again. Your damp hair hangs around your face and tears streak down your cheeks. Cirrus gives you a pointed look, indicating that although she is in control, she is ultimately asking you for permission. You nod your head in her grip.

“More, please,” you say hoarsely. She breaks character for a moment and allows her face to split in a beautiful smile.

“Good girl,” she coos, running a single claw down your cheek. “Such a good girl for me.”

You exhale shakily, feeling more wetness slide down your thighs.

When she returns to her position at your ass and cracks the flogger across your skin once more, you practically choke on the broken moan that slips out of you. Your arms are shaking, trying their damndest to hold you up. She slides the leather tendrils between your thighs to graze against your clit and your arms give out. You sob into the duvet as you prop yourself up on your elbows - the best you can do in your state. Cirrus doesn’t seem to mind as she is instead content to drag the flogger through your sopping folds, enjoying the way your mess glistens on the leather.

“Can you handle two more?” she asks idly, caressing your ass again.

“Yes, mistress,” you pant, whining when she removes her hand from you. The flogger comes down on your skin twice in rapid succession and your moan is more of a shout. Cirrus steps away from the bed and sets the flogger down.

“So good for me,” she croons, running a finger down your spine. “Can you be good for me a little longer?”

Your forehead hits the duvet as you whimper into the fabric. The ache in your backside stings like nothing you’ve ever felt before, but the ache in your cunt takes precedence. You push yourself back to sit on your knees and let out a ragged breath.

“Yes, mistress,” you say with surprising steadiness. Cirrus beams at you and climbs on the bed next to you.

“Lie down, pet,” she murmurs, nudging you up. You crawl towards the pillows and practically collapse on them, simply relieved to no longer be on your knees. She watches your every move as you adjust and then slowly, she slides up your body. You’re desperate to touch her, and tell her so. She laughs, her breath hot against your skin as she traces patterns into your side.

“Hmm, I suppose you’ve earned it,” she murmurs and your hands fly to her waist. You want to see more, feel more of her so you cautiously slip the lace underwear she’s wearing off her hips. She allows it, still propped up above you, and kicks the garment off when it slides down her legs. 

“You have one more task, pet, and you’ll get your reward,” she coos in your ear, before pushing herself up. Grabbing the headboard she pulls her body up yours and in a smooth motion straddles your head. Cirrus hovers there for a moment and you sigh when you glimpse how fucking wet she is. The knowledge that she is just as affected as you are makes your heart sing and you’re desperate to taste her. Slowly, too slowly for your liking but you remain silent, she lowers her cunt to your mouth. You slide your hands up her thighs to grip at her hips before leaning up to give her an experimental lick. When your tongue runs through her folds, tasting her for the first time, the both of you moan in tandem. You are dying to hear her make that noise again so you swipe your tongue upwards once more, this time teasing at her clitoral hood. Her hips buck and you hear the headboard creak under her grip. When you latch your mouth onto her cunt, she gasps so hard she almost chokes. Exposing her clit you wrap your lips around her and suckle at the bud.

“Fuck, baby,” she whines from above you, and your grip on her hips tightens. “That’s it, don’t stop.”

So you don’t.

Your face is a dripping mess as you continue to suck at her clit, pausing every once in a while to drag your tongue through her. You can tell she’s trying her hardest to remain in this position, her thighs shaking with the effort. When you bring her hips down lower onto your mouth, you groan into her folds and she whimpers. Gently, you probe your tongue inside of her and she lets out a loud moan that makes your clit throb. As you fuck her with your mouth her hips begin shifting. She’s riding your face as delicately as she can but when you latch yourself onto her clit again her bucks become fiercer. She’s chanting your name as you moan against her cunt, sliding one hand in your hair to pull at it. Her body is tensing - you know her end is coming - so your assault becomes vicious, wanting desperately to see her come undone.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she pants, “I’m gonna cum, baby. Ah–ah–I’m gonna–”

Cirrus climaxes with a high pitched drawn out moan, and you continue licking and sucking at her. Her body twists and contorts above your head as you hold her firmly against your mouth. After several moments, she murmurs your name and you reluctantly release her from your grasp. When she moves off of you and settles in between your legs, she gazes at you adoringly. You’re a mess - covered in her slick from the nose down - and you lick your lips as you look at her.

“You,” she breathes, and you let your lips slip into a smile. You’re practically glowing with pride and she beams back at you while stroking the insides of your thighs.

“You’ve more than earned your reward, my pet,” she says, nuzzling your mound. When she finally spreads your legs, a litany of “thank yous” fall from your lips. Just as she did, you cry out when her mouth slides over your clit and she wastes no time in drawing your pleasure from you. She hums against your cunt as she slides one finger, then two in between your folds and begins fucking you intently. Cirrus isn’t here to tease you any more - she’s on a mission - and she’s ruthless. You’ve got your fingers buried in her hair, thumbs caressing the base of her horns, as she pistons her fingers inside you at a staggering rate. 

“Cirrus,” you keen, all formalities forgotten, “Cirrus, honey, don’t stop.”

When you reach your climax you feel it from head to toe, building at the base of your spine and spreading to all your extremities. You cry out her name again and again and she continues fucking you through your orgasm. Your body is limp and twitching and she’s still going until you finally beg for her to stop. Now her face is covered in your juices as she leans back and removes her bra, finally exposing all of herself to you. Arousal twitches slightly in your gut as you view her bare breasts, but ultimately nothing comes of it as she snuggles against you.

“Goddamn,” you breathe and she smiles against your shoulder.

“You good?” she asks, reaching up to pet your still-damp hair.

“You could say that,” you grin, turning on your side to face her. She looks beautiful, her cheeks just as flushed at yours. And just as sticky. When you move to get up to grab a wet rag she frowns and drags you back down, wrapping her arm around your body and bringing you close.

“You smell like me,” she says, inhaling deep at your scalp.

“Yeah, I’m covered in your pussy juice,” you say wryly, which makes her laugh out loud. The sound makes your heart ache and you rest a palm on her cheek.

“Thank you for this,” you murmur quietly. She leans in to give you the only kiss of the night you’ve had, and it’s so terribly soft. She’s purring as she pulls away from you.

“You make a good pet,” she says with a little half-grin. “Think I might keep you,”

That wouldn’t be so bad.

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[hisunshiine]

—late night talking | kth

→ posted: nov 22, 2022 → pairing: kim taehyung x reader → genre/au: strangers2???, camboy!au, fluff, smut → chapter rating: +18 / M for Mature → wc: 4,059 → warnings: taehyung is still hot, sexual talks via social media platform messaging, exhibitionism via internet, mutual masturbation, fingering, use of sex toys for masturbation, syncing sex toys for long-distance sex, use of pet names, praise, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, begging, sex crying, minimal daddy/babygirl vibes, feelings. → credits: thank you to @peachiilovesot7​ and @downbad4yoongi​ for your feedback on this chapter! i know i ended up changing things so it may come as a surprise if you read this after it’s posted, but thanks to @heathfritillary​, she was able to give me the info i needed to do what i originally planned! → taglist: @bts-ruu​ → summary: ‘we’ve been doing all this late-night talking about anything you want until the morning, now you’re in my life, i can’t get you off my mind.’ KTH is your favorite camboy, & you’ve just been chosen as the winner of his contest. The winner gets to have their fantasy play out, with a twist and a gift...the platform is testing a new ability to allow the content creators to also see their subscribers in real time.  → an: excited about camboy tae and can’t stop writing apparently. once again it includes the text under the images for those who need accessibility options! enjoy!! i recommend reading part 1 first!

part 1 | series masterlist

The last few hours at work have been hard for you to focus. Your mind is full of your upcoming session with KTH, your favorite camboy. After the initial shock has worn off from one, him privately messaging you, and two, announcing you as the winner of the contest, you begin to lightly panic about what it would be like. 

‘So not only will you be able to see me, but I’ll be able to see you, too.’

Those words circle your brain religiously, almost becoming a mantra. You make sure that the date aligns with your wax appointment, and you even splurge a little to get a mani-pedi so that you can feel as confident as possible when the time comes for you to appear on each other’s screen. 

Checking your phone, you see he’s sent you another message. Your heart can’t help but flutter; quick palpitations at the way his username lights up your screen with ‘One New Message’. 

Ever since he sent that initial private message to you, saying that you had won the event, he’s sent you additional flirty texts and even pictures of him that you feel should be a paid benefit with how risqué they have been. But you have sent other pictures back to him, answering his questions about how ready you are for today, and you think his words have only served to rile you up, which is probably his goal. 

He’s kept constant communications all throughout the day, and it’s hard to separate the delusional part of you that feels like this is oddly like you are in the talking phase with someone. But you remind yourself each time you slip: you pay KTH monthly as a subscriber. This is just the first time you’ve felt like you’re getting much more than your money’s worth for it. 

Opening his message, you squeeze your thighs together as you abandon your last email for his flirty communications.

[start of image words]

KTH: I’m excited for tonight, are you? You’ve been such a tease this week, I didn’t know you would make me wait this long.

[end of image words]

You chuckle at his words. He thinks you’re the tease?! He’s insane.

[start of image words]

KTH’s Baby Girl: I had work and wanted to make sure I could give you all of my attention. Plus, I think practicing patience is a good thing.

KTH: Oh, my baby girl, I’ve learned this week that I am anything but patient when it comes to you.

KTH: I bet you haven’t been patient either, bet you’ve touched yourself at least once this week.

KTH: I have.

[end of image words]

You feel the way your panties grow wet from reading his words. This man is too good at raising your blood pressure, making you all hot and bothered.

[start of image words]

KTH’s Baby Girl: If anyone is a tease, sir, it is you. I’m about to leave work now, and then I’ll be home, okay? You don’t have to wait much longer.

KTH: Hurry, baby. My cock is throbbing waiting for you. 

KTH: [image sent]

[end of image words]

Logging out of your desktop computer, you grab your purse and hurry out of the office, barely acknowledging your coworkers and boss as you take your leave for the weekend.

Sliding backwards away from his computer desk, Kim Taehyung sighs. He hasn’t been so enthralled with someone in a long time, not since his last relationship. He won’t lie, he’s always been a sucker for a partner who’ll yield to him in the bedroom, so it was no surprise to him that when he saw your entry to the contest that it was immediately his number one choice. But when you completed your profile and Taehyung was able to see what you look like? Hook, line, and sinker. 

And with the little biographical info that the platform allowed him to see about you, he learns  you are in the same time zone. What if…Taehyung shakes his head, not wanting to get his hopes up. He has to focus on the session that he’s about to do with you. 

Standing up, he puts his hardened cock back into his pants, adjusting himself after sending you that picture. He can’t help it. You just make him so horny, make him want to do so many things…he feels like he wants you all the time. As a content creator, he knows he shouldn’t provide you with the pictures for free, not to mention the flirty messages all week, but he’s enjoyed getting to know a little more about you, texting throughout the evening and into the wee hours of the morning about things unrelated to his line of work. 

Taehyung likes knowing about your day, and it helps him understand how a gorgeous woman like you ended up a subscriber of his and not spending your nights with a boyfriend instead. Busy with work, no time to get out and meet men your age who have similar interests and goals, the usual bullshit women your age are dealing with. Taehyung can’t help but want to make you happier. 

You had told him that he did, that his live streams are the stress relief at the end of a long week at work, that they make you feel better if you’re feeling down, but it’s starting to not feel like enough. It’s weird to Taehyung, because it’s only been a week, but there’s just something about you…

He walks around his apartment, gathering the candles and thumbing through his phone until he finds the playlist he prepared specifically for you. He has filled it with songs you sent him all week that fit the scene you wanted, and a few he added that he knew you’d like. Despite your dream being one where you please him, he knows it will be truly symbiotic because he’ll be happiest if you experience pleasure as well.

He has a bit of a caretaker kink, and he knows that it’s probably playing into why he’s so enraptured by you. And yet, the more he thinks about it, the more he doesn’t see how it can be a bad thing. If Taehyung is honest with himself, he thinks that you might be everything he’s looking for, and tonight’s session might just solidify that for him.

[start image words]

KTH’s Baby Girl: I’ve made it home safe! I bought the stuff you told me too, so I’ll get showered and set up.

KTH: That’s my good girl. 

[end image words]

Carefully toeing off your shoes from work, you can’t ignore the way your heart beat picks up as you begin to imagine what’s to come. After putting away your things, you grab the new candles you bought in the scent KTH told you to get, and place them atop the thick headboard you purchased from IKEA. Your trusty toy is fully charged and laid on your mattress, ready for use next to a secondary one you received in the mail from the camming platform this week.

Last week, KTH informed the powers-that-be that you were the winner, and so they reached out to you directly to mail you something from KTH himself to be of use for the session today. You’re excited to try it out, because you’ve heard of this brand before and because it’s something KTH chose specifically for the two of you to explore and enjoy together. 

Your shower is quick, and you watch the time to make sure you aren’t going to be late to the session. KTH already told you how he expects you to present yourself when you two finally join the server, and you wrap the towel around your chest, tucking the edge into the top to keep it secure. You release your hair from where it’s piled on top of your head, letting it rest in its natural state.

[start image words]

KTH’s Baby Girl: I’m just about ready, is there anything else you need for me to do?

KTH: No, baby, you’ve done so well. I’m proud of you. I’m sending you the invite for the session now, join once you’re ready. I’ll be waiting. 

 [end image words]

Smiling at his words on your phone, you adjust the small TV dinner tray that you’ve placed at the end of your bed for tonight. You take one last look around your room making sure it’s clean and light the candles at the head of your bed. Climbing onto your bed, you move your fingers on the mousepad and login once prompted. 

The invite link stares at you as you move your cursor to click it. You take a few deep breaths, trying to calm your heart before putting in your earbuds and pressing the touchpad.

The screen changes as it begins to load the camera, prompting you to allow use of your camera and microphone. You click allow, and the large box that you usually see KTH on appears, but now you can see yourself. It prompts you to connect when ready, and you can see that KTH is already in the session room.

You hate that you already did calming techniques before clicking the link, because it was a false alarm. Now is when you will really come face-to-face with KTH. As face-to-face as a screen allows. There’s nothing to worry about, you tell yourself, he’s been nothing but sweet all week and you’ve sent him pictures. If he wasn’t interested in this, he had all week to back out.

Moments after clicking you become the small screen in the corner and the large screen slowly loads until KTH appears, shirtless with his floofy hair falling across his forehead.

“Hi baby girl,” he greets you with his baritone. 

“Hi KTH,” your response is low, a little stuttered as you pronounce each letter as if his name is kay-tee-aych. 

“Hmm…I think we’re close enough that you can call me by my real name.” His following smirk causes your core to throb. “I think I’d rather hear you say that when you cum tonight.”

You nod, cheeks warm at the thought. 

“Baby girl, are you okay?” KTH chuckles at you; he loves watching the way you squirm so early in the interaction. You’re just as beautiful as the pictures you’ve sent him, and he can’t wait to see you squirm for real once you actually get started.

“Yeah,” you reply softly, “I’m just nervous.”

“Don’t be. You’re in good hands.”

“I know.”

He hums, a knowing look shared through the screen at the knowledge. This isn’t your first time entrusting your orgasm to him.

“Now, be a good girl and tell me your name.”

“It’s YN.”

He repeats your name, the sounds of each syllable rolling off his tongue languidly—you’ve never heard your name sound quite so sinful.

“Nice to meet you, YN. I’m Taehyung.”

It suits him, his name. 

“Taehyung.”

He likes the way you say his name a little too much, and can’t wait to hear you cry out for him.

“Now YN, go ahead and take that towel off for me, let me see you.”

You obey, slowly pulling the edge free and unwrapping yourself for him, like a present. He cues the playlist, sexy music flowing into your earbuds as you do a little dance for him as you unrobe.

“Mmmm, you’re gorgeous, baby.”

You preen at his praise, and he continues to guide you until your laptop is angled so you’re laying down with legs splayed open for him so he can see your glistening folds, but also so that you’re still able to see him. 

“Show me how you get yourself ready for me, fingers only. Just don’t put any in yet.”

Taehyung sits back and watches your pristinely manicured fingers rub circles on your clit, two fingers dipping down across your leaking entrance to gather your slick and spread it around until everywhere feels wet and your core throbs from being empty. He’s fascinated by you, by how wet you were before even starting, just because of him.

He palms at himself, his arousal having not fully eroded from when he sent you the picture earlier. 

“You look so pretty baby, did you get your nails done just for me?”

“Yeah—wanted to look good for you,” you pant out softly, voice breathy from how good it feels to toy with your clit and watch Taehyung. It’s a literal dream come true, something you didn’t know you wanted until you won this prize. 

“Good, baby, you follow directions so well. Now I want you to slowly enter that tight cunt of yours, show me how you swallow those tiny fingers so I can know how it will be once I finally get to feel you.”

Your reply to that loaded statement grows hazy as you fill yourself, whimpers escaping from the loss of contact to your clit as you slowly fuck yourself with your fingers while he watches. His eyes are focused on you, chest rising a bit faster as he takes in the way you begin to thrust inside of you.

“Fuck Taehyung, it feels good, but I know it’d feel better if it was your fingers.”

He grunts, now fully stroking his cock following the same speed he’s watching you take your fingers with. It takes only a moment for him to add some lube to the donut-shaped pussy sleeve he used last time, and the sound of each stroke has your eyes turning to the screen, watching his movements closely. It’s easy to pretend that it’s him filling you up, but part of you knows it would be fuller, feel better, if he was actually here with you.

“You said your toy has a dual function, right?” 

“Uh-huh,” you mewl, and he tells you to trade in your fingers for the toy, turning on both parts.

“It will make me cum so fast, though,” you complain, not wanting it to be over so soon.

“That’s okay, baby. I want you to cum four times tonight.”

You gasp as your fingers press the buttons and the inner vibration and suction to your clit begins, but you also gasp at his words. Four orgasms in one sitting?

“I don’t—shit, I’m not sure I can,” you pant, body convulsing slightly as the feeling builds. Taehyung begins to speed up his strokes, and your eyes never leave sight of his beautiful cock, lengthy and thick, the tip growing angrier as he neglects it for the shaft.

“If you’re a good girl, like I know you can be, you will.”

His voice is domineering, and you fall apart a few moments later, pleading for Taehyung as your climax takes over your senses. 

“Oh fuck, YN, you’re beautiful when you cum, you’re so good for me.”

Your fingers fight to turn off the toy, but his next command stops you.

“Don’t you dare, baby. Leave it, let the pain turn to pleasure and let me watch you fall apart again.”

You want to be a brat and rebel, but you also want to be good for him, because you want to be his good girl, his only girl.

“T-Taehyung…nngggghh, it’s too..too much…” you can’t help but to buck your hips as you writhe from the feeling. The suction overwhelms your swollen clit and that, alongside the vibrations, causes your body to shake from the sensation.

“C’mon kitten, you can take it. If I was there with you, you’d have no choice, and my cock is much bigger than that tiny thing.”

He was right and you knew it. 

“Baby girl, touch your breasts, lick your slick off of your fingers and tease those perky nipples for me.”

You do as he says, hands traveling up your stomach until they cup your breasts, palming them as you press them together before wetting your fingers on your warm tongue and circling your nipples. You can taste yourself, heightening your arousal. Taehyung groans, the sight of your body taking such immense pleasure while calling out for him making his night. 

“Taehyung…I’m gonna cum again, I can’t—”

“That’s okay baby, let me have it, I want this one too.”

You cry out his name and he shudders, slowing his strokes as your thighs quake in ecstasy, because how you sounded just then was almost enough to have him joining you, blowing his load two orgasms too early. 

“Please, sir,” you beg him, eyes brimming with unshed tears as you turn to look at the screen. He can see a tear fall, rolling down into the mattress as your hands grip the sheets at your waist.

“Kitten, what was your fantasy that won you today’s session?”

“I…” you can’t talk, whimpering from overstimulation as you attempt and fail to answer him.

“Remember, it was that you wanted me to show you what to do to please me, wanted to follow what I said and be my good girl, yeah?”

“Mmhm,” you agree with a hum.

“What would please me the most is to have this one too, baby, okay? I know you can do it, you’re perfect, princess. Another one, for me?”

“I’ll try, Tae…” the nickname slipping out as you’re unable to say much more, and he loves how it sounds coming from his baby girl, his bestest girl, all for him.

“Turn the settings up to two more levels baby, that’s the only way it’ll work.”

“No, I—fuck, can’t—”

“I would never steer you wrong baby, turn on your front after, bring that beautiful face toward the camera so I can see you.”

With a cry, you up the ante, putting both to level three and rising to your knees as you flip to your front. The movement helps alleviate some of the contact, and you’re grateful for it. You catch your breath while positioned on your knees, and Taehyung lets out a catcall at the angle he has of your ass. You arch a little more, removing more contact from your abused clit and swaying your hips for him, and he has to hold himself back from commanding you to tell him where you live for teasing him that way. 

The pooling slick leaking down your thighs from the position change has him licking his lips, fuck, he wants to taste you so badly, the way your lips are puffy from the vibrator, plush and glistening—you’re so sexy to him and he wants you more than you know.

Bringing your face closer to the screen, you have a better view of Taehyung as well and he adjusts himself. You can see how hard he is, the vein along his shaft appearing to throb. He’s added a cock ring to hold back his own climax, and you know that this must be hard for him too.

Laying flat on your tummy, the sensation grows and he can see it in your eyes as they roll back. 

“Taehyung!”

Your second to last orgasm of the night rips through you without warning, and Taehyung murmurs praises to guide you through it. You welcome the relief when he rewards you by letting you turn it off.

You lay there, panting, dripping, and spent. But you know Taehyung isn’t done with you yet. 

“Okay baby, last one, I think I prepped you well for this.”

And you know he did, because your second toy is bigger than the one you were using, with the added benefit that it pairs to his. When you position it for insertion, the thick shaft that resembles Taehyung’s (he’s pleased to notice) slides into you with barely any resistance thanks to your own slick and a little bit of lube. 

You move backwards on the bed to give Taehyung the full view of yourself in doggy style, your cheek flush to one of your pillows and your arm between your legs holding the dildo in place. 

Taehyung disappears for a few seconds as he removes the cock ring and leans to the side, reappearing with a white pussy sleeve that had been charging. Using the specific phone app for your sex toys, he double checks that it’s synced to yours.

You watch him pour lube onto his cock, his large hands spreading the glistening liquid over his swollen tip and shaft. 

“Okay, baby, are you ready? I’m gonna fuck into this, and you’re gonna feel it start moving to match.”

You nod, hand gripping the end of the inserted cock. 

“Ready, kitten? You’re doing so well, just one more, for me?”

“For you.”

His responding smile makes it worth it, and you can’t help but return it.

Your smile is wiped off your face as it contorts into a moan when you feel the motion of the dildo. Using your hand, you have it penetrate you deeply, the thickness stretching you out as it plunges in and pulls out with a loud suction. 

Taehyung thrusts up into his masturbator, eyes on the way you take the dildo, wishing he was the one behind you, taking you, your ass smacking his thighs as he fucks himself to the hilt, and he groans out your name, feeling so close already at the lewd sounds of the dildo fucking you. It’s so much better with this toy, because he can actually feel the way your walls grip him, the muscles clamping on the inserted toy sending his toy your contractions.

As he begins to pump the toy up and down faster, you feel the rotating head of the toy inside you speed up to match his movements. 

“Come on, kitten, show me how you would take me.”

You want to drop down flat and give up, but you’re so close—you can feel it building, and you start to rock your ass back, meeting the motions thrust for thrust as you moan for Taehyung.

“Fuck me, Tae, you feel so good, could fuck you all the time—”

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you everyday, make that pussy mine?”

“It’s yours, it’s all yours!”

“Damn right, fuck, I know it’s tight and dripping, can literally feel you clench—want to cum in you, want to fill you up so good.”

“Please, please, want that so bad, want you so bad. I’m gonna cum, Taehyung, I’m so close…”

“Give me your last orgasm, baby girl, you’ve been so good. I’m so proud of you princess, you’re doing so well, just one more, cum with me baby, let go.”

You’ve never come so hard or yelled so loud from an orgasm, and later you’ll wonder how your neighbors didn’t call the police. 

You lay there, body wracking with convulsions as the last of your high makes its way through your nervous system and Taehyung coos at you. He releases his own hot fluids into his masturbator, imagining it’s you he’s filling up, before he slumps backwards on his bed. The aftershocks of your walls still grip at him, and he’s regretful to leave the sleeve that feels like you, but he knows he needs to clean himself up, so he’s careful as he removes the toy, knowing his movements impact what you feel. 

With a gentle, yet firm voice, he instructs you to drink the water bottle you prepared next to your bed, and he hates that he’s not there to help you. He wants to draw you a warm bath or at least smooth your hair and hold you as you fall asleep. 

You did so well, he’s not sure if anyone has been able to follow his wants and take it like a champ the way you did tonight. Plus, if the synced sex toys are anything to go by, he wants to feel your walls contract on him like that without any barriers.

“Is it late there?” Taehyung asks you, a little worried about your wellbeing. In all the excitement, he forgot to ask you if you had eaten beforehand. 

“Not too late…the sun has just set I think. Still early enough if I want to order food from Yoojung Sikdang.”

“Yoojung Sikdang? I love that place! Wait—do we live in the same city?” Taehyung’s heart begins to pound as he watches the way your face takes on a questioning look. You share the name of your city with him and his eyes grow wide. 

Is it luck that the two of you are in the same place, or is it fate?

“YN…would you be interested in meeting up with me, in real life? I’d love to get to know you more, without a screen in the way.”

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Chats and cuddles (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**I got a request for some cute, clingy boyfriend Rúben and then was totally inspired by my favourite model and WAG posting on IG about visiting her boyfriend who plays in the MLS. Thanks, Luna 😅 and to everyone else, enjoy! ❤️**

Word count: 1325

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"I'm off to training".

"Ok, babe. I'll finish packing and then I'll wait for you. Do you want to do something special today? Or do you want me to pick up some food for lunch or something?"

Rúben turned to look at you and you could only laugh at the pout on his face.

"I want you to stay. Can you do that?"

"I wish. But I have to travel to Paris for work tomorrow. You know that. And it'll be only 3 days this time. It's a quick campaign shoot".

"One day I'll move the entire fashion industry to Manchester and you won't have to abandon me anymore".

"One day", you responded, laughing at your boyfriend's words.

He sighed, picking up his bag and coming back to give you another hug. Separating because of your job was getting more and more complicated. He was usually only away for a day or two. But you could be gone for weeks.

"Let's just stay home. We can watch a movie and cuddle. And eat and cuddle. And talk and…".

"Cuddle?"

"How did you guess?", he asks, hugging you tightly while you still laugh.

"My sixth sense".

When he left, you started to make sure you had everything you needed for these days away in the French capital. That obviously included stealing one of Rúben's hoodies so you could wear it while on the plane. Which one should you get this time?

Once everything was ready and you could relax, it was time for lunch. But Rúben wasn’t back yet even though he was supposed to have finished training over an hour ago.

“I know I’m late, sorry”, he said when he picked up the phone.

“It’s fine. I just wondered where you were. Everything ok?”

“We had extra training. Pep didn’t like anything we were doing today”.

“Poor you. Come back so we can enjoy those cuddles”.

"On my way!"

Since you now had more time to get lunch ready, you decided to prepare something a bit more exciting than a boring sandwich.

By the time you were putting everything on the plates, you heard the door opening and a bag falling to the floor.

"Hi! Where are you?"

"Kitchen!"

Before you could turn after hearing footsteps getting closer, you already felt strong arms wrapped around your waist. You knew tired boyfriend Rúben was very clingy and secretly loved it when he was like this. You loved spoiling him.

"Hungry?"

"I guess", he said, putting his head on your shoulder and sighing. "You smell so good".

"Thanks. I showered today".

You had to drag him with you around the kitchen while getting the glasses and cutlery to set the table.

"What movie should we watch?"

“I’ll fall asleep the moment it starts so whatever you want”.

That made you laugh. It wouldn’t be the first time it happened.

“Then we can nap. I could use the sleep too. I’ll be working long hours the next few days”.

And so that’s what you did. Putting all the stuff away in the dishwasher and getting ready for a little nap once you were done eating. You didn’t mind getting into bed wearing the t-shirt and leggings you had been wearing around the house. But Rúben, of course, had to take his shirt off before collapsing on the bed.

You had to laugh at how dramatic he was. But also wanted to spoil him some more, especially knowing you’ll be away from each other for a couple of days. So you sat on his lower back, startling him slightly.

“What are you doing?”

“Shhh”, you said, starting to massage his shoulders. He was so tense.

“That’s better than the nap, yeah”.

You laughed and continued to massage his shoulders, moving a little lower, trying to find all the little areas that felt like they needed some help. Honestly, you could spend hours doing that. It was relaxing for Rúben but also for you.

After a little while, Rúben took your hands to stop you and you looked down at his face.

“That’s enough, thank you. Let’s take that nap”.

So you moved to lay down next to him and he brought you closer to him.

“I’ll return the favour when you come back from Paris”, he promised.

And you smiled, closing your eyes and thinking about that. Travelling so much was tiring, but knowing you were going to come back home to Rúben spoiling you made everything so much easier.

The nap only lasted a couple of hours and then you suggested to go watch the movie before ordering some dinner. By the time you went back to the living room, after getting changed, Rúben had everything ready.

“How many blankets do we need?”

“It’s cosy movie night. We need them to be cosy”.

You shook your head, heading to the kitchen. “I’ll get the snacks”.

Bowl of sweets in hand, you sat down on the sofa, allowing Rúben to cover you with one of the blankets before moving you so you were as close to him as possible.

"Where do you see yourself in ten years?"

“What?”, Rúben’s question almost made you choke on the M&M’s you were eating.

“You always say modelling is a short career. And football isn’t that long either. I don’t know, sometimes I think about that”.

“Yeah…I guess I do have a few ideas but I don’t know for sure. I’m just making the most of my career now. I don’t even know if I want to work in the fashion industry for long so…”, you shrugged. “And there is also you as a factor”.

“In which way?”

“Well, you are here now but might not finish your career in England. And for you, it’s easy because you can just play but if we had kids, that’s months of non-work for me…”.

“Sorry, I stopped listening after the word kids”, he said, making you look at him.

You had mentioned marriage and children a few times, vaguely. But it always made you smile to see Rúben looking so happy when mentioning those topics.

The way he looked at you made you turn your body so you could hug him tighter. It wasn’t just him that was clingy on days like today.

“Well, there is work for pregnant models but then the babies are born and they have to be looked after so…you know. It’s something to keep in mind”.

"Our kids will have to look like you".

"Why?"

"You're the model. The pretty one", he said, kissing your nose.

"Yes, you're such an unpleasant sight", you laughed.

"We can guess they'll be tall at least".

"Basketball players".

"Whatever", he rolled his eyes. You loved basketball better than football and always annoyed him with that.

“One can play football and the other one basketball then, so there is no fighting”.

“What if they want to model?”

“I rather they don’t. This industry is savage”.

“You could guide them”.

“I guess…”.

“Well, we’ll worry about that when that time comes. I just like knowing that it's something we both want in our future”.

“Yeah, should we watch the movie now? We don’t want to be here until too late or you’ll fall asleep again and the sofa will undo all the work my massage did”.

“Let’s watch it”, he said, kissing your head and moving you so you could be his little spoon.

The movie you picked was a comedy. You wanted something light for this cosy evening together and you loved laughing at all the silly jokes.

Rúben was laughing too but then he stopped and you just assumed he didn’t find them funny. Your sense of humour was quite different. But then you heard some light snoring and when you looked at him you saw he had fallen asleep…again.

"I guess we'll stay here then".

Another night spent sleeping on the sofa. At least you wouldn't be cold with all these blankets.

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias fluff #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer fluff #footballer one shot

[softxsuki]

Hiiii! :3

It's for the 'urgent' request, so, Diavolo (Obey me), Itadori (jjk) and Sinichiro (TR) with a gn!reader who has been sober for a year please! 🙏🏻

Some headcanons of the characters and support to the whole thing and being a year sober!

Congrats to @l1ttleclouds for almost being a year sober, so proud of them (ToT)

Thank youuu! You're an angel and I hope you're okay! ^-^

Diavolo, Itadori, and Shinichiro (Separate) Support Reader Who's One Year Sober

Pairings: Diavolo x Gn!Reader (MC), Itadori x Gn!Reader, Shinichiro x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of smoking, sobriety

Genre: Comfort?

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 690

Summary: In which they support you after being a year sober

[A/N: This was requested for @l1ttleclouds congrats <3 I hope this is enjoyable for you. I was running out of ideas, hence why they're a little short, but I tried my best! ]

Diavolo:

Diavolo was your biggest support system

He had the power and resources to get you the help you needed and it was all worth it

A year sober was just a start but he was ready to stay by your side and continue that streak, making one year into two, and two into three, and so on

He celebrates all your milestones very grandly, of course with just the two of you, there was no reason to tell the whole of the Devildom, unless you were okay with it

Because lowkey he would like to host a grand celebration with everyone to congratulate you in your hard work and progress of staying sober

He admires you greatly so this proof of your strength makes him undeniably proud of you

“I’m so proud of how far you have made it this year staying sober. Sobriety is a difficult journey and I saw how hard it was for you at first, but it’s already been a year and I’m confident you’ll make it even farther. You have me forever and always, please know that I’ll always be here to support you. I love you with all my heart”

The only thing he encourages and always reminds you to do, is stay transparent and honest with him if things start getting hard, or about any concerns, triggers, or urges along the way that you may have

He wants to be able to come up with the best plan with you to support your journey of sobriety, so please stay open and truthful with him, he values that greatly

Itadori:

Yuuji is passionate about the people he loves

So you already know he was by your side every step of the way through your sobriety journey

And being one year sober is just a huge celebratory moment for him

He never once thought you couldn’t do it, in fact, the whole time he cheered you on

Yuuji was your shoulder to lean on, on the days when it was hard, never once did his smile or support waver–he was always there and would always be there

He’s cautious around you and makes sure others are as well, not wanting to accidentally trigger you and cause those past urges to come back

“I’m so happy that you’ve made it this far, and I can’t wait to be by your side through the rest of your journey through sobriety. You know, you inspire me to work harder and be better as well. I want to be someone who can shine brightly beside you and lift you up”

Truly as supportive as they come, he’s just full of love to give to you no matter what you’re going through

Shinichiro:

Ahh this beautiful man is so precious to you

He even gives himself the goal to quit something, so he stops smoking as well, wanting to make a commitment along with you so you weren’t struggling alone

And also because he felt like it might make you feel worse if he was openly doing things like that around you when you were trying to quit

He’s extremely protective of you and gets upset if anyone talks or does anything that might make your urges come back during your journey of sobriety

When you finally hit that one year milestone, he’s beyond elated

Seeing you full of life, away from the things that once held you down is beautiful to him and he couldn’t be prouder of you

Probably takes you out to celebrate to your favorite place, on his bike of course

“You’re even stronger than I am. I’m proud of you, Y/N.” He picks up his glass filled with soda and raises it in your direction, “Here’s to one more year, let's keep it up”

Words would never really be able to express how impressed and proud he is of you and this huge accomplishment

He wants nothing more than for you to be happy with yourself, and seeing you walk the road towards that is more than he could ask for

You have his undeniable love and support for years to come

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 10/19/2023

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[canonicallyobserving911]

Several Sentences Sunday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapters 24 will be posted soon.

Buck and Eddie got married and Buck's officially Chris' second dad!

Currently 23 chapters completed: 893.1K Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

{Previous snippet linked here}

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I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 24 because Buck and Eddie are married and the Diaz family is starting the second half of their two-week long European family adventure. For anyone who hasn't read Chapters 22 and 23, here's a brief overview. In Chapter 22, Buck and Eddie got married, Chris was their best man and Eddie successfully surprised Buck with all the things he had planned for him including a three-tier wedding cake. Their honeymoon started that night and they had an important conversation before they consummated their marriage. In Chapter 23, they left Rome the day after their wedding and proceeded to visit 5 other cities for the remainder of their time in Italy. By the end of it, they agreed to continue speaking Italian even after they return to the U.S. because while they were in San Gimignano, they made a decision that could affect the course of their family's lives forever. What was the decision? 👀

They departed Rome at the end of the chapter and they landed in London on Christmas Eve to start the second half of their family adventure. What else are they going to do while they're still in Europe? Will Buck meet his biological father? 🤷🏽‍♀️

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Here's a snippet from Chapter 24 of Buck and Eddie being romantically fluffy Christmas night.

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It’s after 10 o’clock, Chris is in his room sleeping while Buck and Eddie are lying on the sofa quietly resting.  Eddie’s on his back and Buck’s whole body is draped on top of his.  His legs are in between Eddie’s and his head is lying on top of Eddie’s chest.  Eddie’s rubbing circles onto Buck’s back and Buck’s listening to Eddie’s heartbeat. It's a familiar position and it's one they've been in hundreds of times when they're at home but they're in London, England right now and they've adjusted to the time zone change and everything else very well.

The TV is on but neither of them are paying it any attention and the Christmas music is still playing too but the volume on the Bluetooth speakers is so low they can barely hear which song is playing.

They’ve had a relatively relaxing Christmas Day with three awesome meals and they spent the entire day doing family activities like singing Christmas songs and watching Christmas movies together.  It’s their first Diaz Family Christmas for just the three of them and everything went perfectly.

Chris was happy with all the gifts they got him and they were overjoyed with their gifts from him too.  The video of them cutting their wedding cake was a huge surprise and now that they have it on their phones and iPads, they’re going to add it to the video of their marriage ceremony from Leonardo so it will be a continuous video instead of two separate ones.

While he lightly runs his fingers up and down Eddie’s arm, Buck lifts his head, sits his chin on top of Eddie’s chest and says, “Babe?”

“Hmm?”  He hums as he meets his husband’s eyes.

“I know we didn’t talk about getting each other Christmas presents but uh… I got you something.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows.  “You did?”

“Yes.  I did but since I um… just got the confirmation for it last night, I didn’t have time to get it ready for today so… there’s no wrapping paper or anything but when I get the official one, I’ll make sure to wrap it in a box so you can open it.”  He replies as he reaches over to the table to grab his phone.

“What did you get me?”

“It’s something special just for you.”  He responds as he looks at his phone and Face ID unlocks.  Once it does, he accesses his email, finds the one he’s looking for, expands the screen with two of his fingers then he turns his phone around so Eddie can read it.

He watches as his husband reads the email and he sees his eyes widen when he gets to the part that explains what it is.

Eddie bites his bottom lip, looks at his husband and whispers, “Buck?” but his voice is so low, he almost misses it.  If he wasn’t looking right at him, he believes he would have.

After a few seconds, Eddie continues, “You did this for me?”

“I did because you deserve it.”  He moves so he can sit up and after he does, he waits for Eddie to sit up too.  Once they’re both sitting up, they move closer so they’re pressed together from their shoulders to their knees.

He leans in and places a soft kiss onto his lips then he takes Eddie’s free hand in his, laces their fingers together and continues.  “Babe… you do so much for our family, you sacrifice a lot and you work so hard and you deserve something that’s just for you.”

Eddie slowly nods and he’s about to respond but Buck keeps talking.

“Before we left L.A., when I asked you what you wanted to do while we were in London, you said all you wanted was for me and Chris to be happy but babe… me and Chris want you to be happy too.  Us seeing you happy and doing things you want to do make us happy too.”

He nods again because it’s true, all he wants is for his family to be happy so he gently squeezes Buck’s hand as he tries to blink away the tears that have welled behind his eyes.  He allows his husband’s words to settle in his mind and he never would have thought in a million years someone would do anything like this for him but Buck not only knows him and sees him; he listens to him too.  He understands everything about him and the email he just finished reading further proves how much Buck loves, knows and cares about him.

While holding Buck’s gaze he says, “But… this is a...”

What did Buck get Eddie for Christmas? 👀

Also, did Eddie get Buck something for Christmas too? 🙃

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This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.

Chapter 20 - With only 14 days remaining until Buck, Eddie and Chris depart Los Angeles, CA traveling to Rome, Italy, for their first family adventure, an early morning conversation about “tying up loose ends” helps Buck and Eddie realize there are still several things left unfinished on their ‘To Do’ lists. The question is will there be enough time to complete all of them?

Chapter 21 - Buck, Eddie and Chris are finalizing their ‘To Do’ Lists, double checking their itineraries and packing their suitcases in preparation for their trip to Europe so they can board their flight that departs Los Angeles, CA on Friday, December 15, 2023 at 3:25PM.

Chapter 22 - While Buck, Eddie and Chris spend the first 8 days of their European family adventure in Italy, their primary reason for going will be fulfilled as well as several others they hadn’t considered or anticipated.

Chapter 23 - As the Diaz Family continues their Italian family adventure, they’ll say, “Ciao” or hello and goodbye to a lot of things almost immediately after they become an official and legal family.

Chapter 24 - Will be posted soon.

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[teddy-bear-baby]

Their Deadly Flower - Five

Pairings: Ghost X GN!Reader, König X GN!Reader 

Warnings: Mentions of violence

A/N: I’m so sorry this is so late. I have the memory of goldfish I swear. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Prolog - Chapt. 1 - Chapt. 2 - Chapt. 3 - Chapt. 4 - Here - Chapt. 6

      “I refuse to just leave Iris behind.” Ghost's voice is loud and authoritative, nearly yelling at Price.

     “Consider it an order then. There’s nothing we can do to help now.” Price’s face is a cross between hurt and anger as his usually calm and cool demeanor slips.

     Soap’s voice is weak and broken. “Please, not again.” He makes no attempt to hide his devastation as he pleads with Price.

     It was no one’s fault and they all knew that. Not 141 nor KorTac. The mission hadn’t gone as planned. They had been caught off guard on what was meant to be a stealth mission. The building went on high alert. Everyone inside scrambled about readying themselves for battle. The order was given to take out the power and disorient the enemy to give themselves the upper hand. And so they did. It was a solid plan and all was going well until they were separated by oncoming forces.

    Ghost and Soap had watched it happen from a room across the hall. In the midst of a tussle, Iris’ helmet and NVGs had been knocked off. The fight that ensued was over quickly with Iris standing over the opposition’s lifeless body. Before they could reach Iris, they were swept into combat once again. When they finished with the onslaught of enemies, Iris was gone. They looked for a while before Price told them it was time to get out. The enemy had backup on the way and they needed to vacate the premises. They’d waited and watched from a hill a ways away. All of them with binoculars pressed to their faces. They watched as the backup troops entered the building.

     Everyone’s hearts dropped when they heard shots ring out a few moments later. None of them said a word or moved. They held their breath for what felt like hours before Price finally spoke.

     “König, sniper.” He gestures for the large man to take up Iris’ post as the sniper. “With no one else in the building, they’ll be making their move to transport Ronald soon. As soon as you see him, take the shot.” A heavy sigh leaves Price’s mouth. “The rest of you should be ready for a firefight.” With his final order given everyone moved into position, mentally baring themselves for the slaughter they were about to cause.

      They waited in tense silence for a little less than an hour before the side door finally opened and out stepped the man they’d been looking for. König readied himself to pull the trigger but hesitated.

      Price pulled away his binoculars for a brief moment. “What are you waiting for? Take the shot König.” Price watched as König shook his head lightly, still peering through the scope.

     “Not my shot to take Captain.” König pulled away from the scope and nodded for Price to look down at the side door

      Everyone’s eyes shot over at the small gesture just as another small figure exited the door holding what appeared to be a pistol to the back of Ronald’s head. All rushing to lift their binoculars back to their faces, they watch as the person ushered Ronald forward slamming the door closed behind them.

     Price’s voice is full of surprise as he utters the only words that come to mind. “Well, I’ll be goddamned.”

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    The day after the briefing, 141 and KorTac set off for the warehouse where you all would be training together. The goal was to take the place down from the inside and capture the target for questioning. The target is Ronald F. Mollins.

 He'd been suspected, and recently confirmed, to be one of three heads of a well-known terrorist organization. Said organization had been responsible for at least twenty-four of the latest terrorist attacks and bombings and your capture two years ago. According to Price, they had another attack planned for two weeks from now. It was crucial that you capture, or take down Ronald.

      On 141’s latest recon mission, Gaz stumbled upon the building plans for Ronald’s new safehouse. Price had everything set up and ready to go by the time you’d all been called in for the briefing.

      The mission training area was an old warehouse that was normally completely empty on the inside. On the occasions that it would be used, recruits would be ordered to set it up in a very specific way. Today, for instance, it was set up to mimic the hideout you’d be infiltrating. Pallets and old metal sheets acted as faux walls and doors. Old lights flicker above your head as you all take a preliminary walk through the building.

      You jump a little at the sound of Price’s voice coming through your headset. “I’m going to give you all 10 minutes to get a hold of your surroundings, then we’ll begin strategizing.” Your eyes find him standing overhead on the left-side catwalk. His watchful eyes from above were a luxury you wouldn’t have come time for you all to execute the actual mission.

     You all regroup at the front of the old warehouse-turned-training facility. Ten minutes had been more than enough for you to mentally map out the quickest route to Ronald’s office. The side entrances would definitely be key for getting you all in and out if you wanted to go with the stealthier option. For the louder alternative, however, the rear entry seemed best suited. Lots of cover from tight winding halls, plenty of rooms to dip into if things got too hairy, and most importantly, it was the closest entrance to Rolnalds office.

      You look around yourself at your team that had recently doubled in size. Most of them were deep in thought as they tried to come up with anything to contribute to a plan. Your eyes stop at König as he swiftly turns his face away from you. Had he been staring or was it simply your imagination? He had seemed off this morning, not that he didn’t seem off most of the time. This morning was different though. When you’d said hello to him in the kitchen he hadn’t said anything back. Not too strange you suppose but the way he avoided eye contact with you had made you feel some way. Hurt almost. You thought you two had started to become somewhat acquaintances at the very least, if not friends. Casual ‘Hello’s in the halls, small conversations about your days when you’d catch each other in the training room. Even sparring with each other.

     It was like a switch had flipped in him. The sweet man from before was gone and here with you stood someone almost as cold as Ghost. He wouldn’t look you in the eyes. He wouldn’t say even one word to you. You hadn’t really noticed it before but you think maybe he had been avoiding you while you all walked through the building. Your heart drops as you think back to your previous interactions with him. Had you made him angry with something you’d said? Had you hurt him while training with him? No, surely he would have told you if you had. So, what was it then? Your heart grows heavy with your thoughts.

      “Alright ladies,” Price looks around the group and gives you a small nod, “And Iris.” A grin etches itself into your lips as he grins at you. He takes a step toward the center of the group clapping his hands together. “What’s the game plan?” Murmurs break out among the group of soldiers around you.

     One of the members of KorTac, Horangi you think is what the others called him, speaks up. “We could just blow through the doors, go in and take what we want.”

      Your brows raise at how rash he sounded. “That seems like a really bad idea.” Your hand comes up to absent-mindedly rub your temple. Working with contractors such as these was going to be hell on earth.

     Another KorTac member steps forward. “What would you know?” His tone is aggressive, almost hostile. “You just got accepted here, what, last week? I suggest not sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

      Heat rises in the back of your neck. Breathe. In. Out. Think through your actions. Anger should be used in a productive manner. “Quite a bit of hypocrisy in that statement, For-Hire.” Your words come out calm and calculated. “Now, if I may finish, I was saying we shouldn’t risk-”

      “For-Hire?” His voice drips with animosity as he steps toe-to-toe with you. “Watch your tone Louse. Wouldn’t want to wind up missing would we?” He’s so close now his nose nearly brushes yours as his eyes scan your form.

     Your mind begins to reel with images of you beating him into submission. Breath. On your right, you can see the 141 watching with entertained looks. From the corner of your eye, you catch a brief interaction between Price and König. Price holds his arm in front of König with a small shake of his head. König's eyes held a look of murder in them as he stared at his comrade’s back. Price clearly wanted to see what you’d do in this situation. You move your eyes back to the man in front of you, his larger form still looming over you. You blink slowly up at him, letting a heavy sigh slip out under your balaclava. The heat soaks into the fabric warming your cheeks with every breath. “I say this with all the respect I can find for you; please exit my personal space.”

     His eyes flash with defiance and he shows no sign of moving. His breath fans your face as he continues to loom over you. “I’ll move when I’m ready, Recruit.”

      “Why are the dumb ones always so cocky?” Your question causes a chorus of snickers to your right. You find it amusing, though it does little to push down the rage that has steadily grown within you. “Look, I asked you politely to get out of my face.” Teaching respect was productive, right? You allow your anger to bubble to the surface. “That. That was your warning.” He opens his mouth to say something back but all that comes out is a small shriek of pain as your boot makes contact with his groin. He falls to his knees before you and without a second thought, you twist him around to face his comrades. Your left-hand pins his right arm behind him, while your other hand pulls a knife from your vest. You press the dull edge lightly to his throat, smart enough even in your rage-stricken state to not seriously harm your own team members.

      You’re still seething but decide the poor man had had enough to learn his lesson. You slowly remove the knife from his throat and shove him forward into the ground. “A second warning is a luxury, For-Hire.” You take a small step back as your body slowly comes down from the adrenaline. “Savor the feeling and don’t make me regret leaving you alive.” You step back into your spot among the 141 as the man scurries back to join KorTac. You can feel König’s eyes on you. The way they take you in, the feeling of his stare was becoming all too familiar. You risk a glance his way and sure enough, he was looking you up and down, admiration replacing the murderous gaze he had moments ago.

     Price chuckles under his breath. “Perhaps I should have introduced you all one by one. I want this to sit in your minds as a prime example of why we never underestimate our opponents.” He gestures toward you as he turns to face the soldiers across from you. “I would like you all to meet Iris. Our newly returning Sergeant specializes in stealth ops, sniping, and swift takedowns. Light-footed, quick thinking and isn’t afraid to play dirty. In shorter terms; not to be messed with.” He steps back and turns so that he’s facing everyone. “Now then, let’s hear that plan.”

      After about thirty minutes of planning you all set off to test out the operation. After a few failed attempts, the first plan was thrown out the window. This pattern repeated itself over and over. Tensions had been rising all day and each failure pushed things closer and closer to the breaking point.

      Everything came to a head when König suggested moving you with KorTac at the front of the group. Ghost was having none of it though. His sudden possessiveness made you a bit weak in the knees. “That’s a fucking fever dream if I’ve ever heard one.” His eyes burned with white-hot rage from the long tense day. “Iris stays with me, end of story.” Me, not us? Your face flushes under the mask you wear.

      “But, if we had someone a bit smaller in the front we could keep things quieter. We could make it further in before being ambushed.” König explained his point as if Ghost would listen to reason.

     You shrug a little as you look between the two. “He’s not wrong Lt.” You play with the bottom edge of your balaclava. “Actually, König, do you think you and your team could get me close to the power box?”  You don’t miss the glare Ghost shoots at you. “If we could cut the power part way through rather than at the end, we would have the upper hand.” You turn to Ghost as he responds.

     “No.” His eyes don’t leave yours as he continues. “We’ll station someone, Gaz, near the power box. Give the word and throw them off. We’ll have the upper hand when we need it, and you.” He pokes his finger into your chest. “You stay with me.” Desperation flashes through his eyes for a split second. You can tell by how rigidly he stands that his mind has taken him back to the day they left you behind.

     Your eyes soften as you reach up and grasp the hand still touching your chest. His hand trembles slightly within yours. Even through both pairs of gloves you feel electricity jump between your hands. “Ok,” You search his eyes, making sure he’s in the present with you. His gaze shifts to where your mouth is under your mask. “I’m here. I’m with you Lt. I’m not going anywhere.” His eyes shoot back up to yours. “I’ll stay with you.”

     He gives a small nod and creases form at the corners of his eyes as though he’s smiling. It’s gone as quickly as it came though replaced with that hardened gaze once again. “Good.” He pulls his hand from yours to pat you on the shoulder. “Let’s see if this works, shall we?”     ~~~~~

     You’d done it again. This time you were certain it was over for you. There would be no relocating you this time. No, you would be dead if you weren’t careful. You messed up, let yourself get caught off guard as your team and KorTac combed the halls in the dark. A group of opposition fighters came out of thin air, rushing your whole group. Everyone got separated in the attack. It was a risk you took every time you stepped out of the base to go on a mission. You could get separated, but you trained for that. You hadn’t, however, trained for the moment when your helmet along with your NVGs got knocked from your head by the opponent.

     You’d done your best to fight him off in the dark unsure where your equipment had landed. Once you had subdued your target you made your way out of the room. Using the sounds of battle you avoided high-traffic areas as you use the wall to guide you. After fifteen minutes your eyes had adjusted enough to see about twenty feet in front of you. Sighing internally you remind yourself that they too were blinded by the darkness and as long as you’re quiet, you may catch up to your team before everything goes to shit.

     You sneak your way through the halls the same as you had days before when practicing for the mission. You still had the rest of your gear to fall back on if things got too chaotic. Stealth is what you’re good at, that’s why you were recon by default. You could do this. You carry yourself in a low crouch through the building remaining silent. Every turn could be your death, and your mind is sure to remind you of that every time you pass an intersecting hall. You had two choices here, go straight for the exit and hope that they don’t have extra forces surrounding the building, or continue the path you had taken 15 times in training. It would most definitely be considered abandonment if you left without the others. What could you do though? Not only were your NVGs attached to the helmet but it also secured your comms to your head. Reaching out to them wasn’t an option whether you want to or not.

     You finally decide to move forward with the mission hoping they hadn’t moved to plan B. You make your way through the halls silently until you come to the center-most room. You had stopped briefly to gather your sense of direction when you heard it. Backup troops stormed through every entrance calling out into the darkness. You had to move quickly to reach your mission point before they did.

     It became evident to you that this would be your end when troops equipped in tactical gear appeared around you. You counted three as you stood, ready to fight for your life. It was pointless, you knew that the sound of the scuffle would most certainly draw more attention. Taking your chances you make a break for the closest doorway. They all followed shouting out their location for any nearby opposition to hear. After entering the room you spin on your heels raising your pistol to the opening you’d just come through. As they round the doorway to file in you open fire. Taking out two of them with no issues. The third managed to get a shot off on you. The impact and searing hot pain in your shoulder sent you stumbling back into the wall. With heaving breaths you allow yourself to slide down the wall.

      “Enemy down, all clear boys.” The man's retreating footsteps surprised you. Had he really thought you were dead? Were you dead?

      Blood drips from the wound down onto your gear as your head lolls forward. You sat there watching it for what felt like hours. There was no point in moving, you’d be gunned down if anyone found out you were still breathing. You couldn’t sit there and do nothing though, you had to do something or you really would die right here in a puddle of your own blood. The halls had been quiet for a while now you could probably risk checking if they had left, right? Your body felt sluggish, you’d lost quite a bit of blood by now. You weren’t strong enough at this moment to get to your feet. With an annoyed roll of your stiff neck, you move to release the straps of your vest. Without the weight of it and everything tucked inside you are able to stand. Every movement sends a sharp pain through the wound in your shoulder.

     As you peer from the doorway you find the halls empty. No enemy troops, no KorTac, and no 141. A light catches your eye from down the hall. As you slowly regain your bearings it dawns on you; Ronald had a generator for his office. That was one of the main points Price had driven into all of your heads during practice. That’s how he’ll call in the backup troops once the power is out. You’ll have less than fifteen minutes to get him or get out. Price’s voice nags in the back of your mind. How had you forgotten?

      The light gives you hope as you step into the hall. It was like the universe was giving you a sign, a way out of this mess. Ronald wasn’t a fighter. He had men for that. But if his men thought it was clear then there was a chance that Ronald was alone in there. There was a chance that you could still complete this capture with or without your team. You move quickly but silently like a predator on the prowl. You peak through every doorway, being sure every room is clear along the way to Ronald’s office. Now, standing toe to toe with the wooden door, you stop for a moment and just listen. The sound of clacking fills your ears as you grasp the handle. The hum of what sounds to be a printer emanates from beyond the door as the clacking stops, giving you the perfect cover to slip into the room.

     Ronald’s back is to you as you silently close and lock the door, ensuring there wouldn’t be any interruptions. Slowly you creep up behind him pressing the barrel of the pistol to the back of his head. “Don’t move, don’t speak. I have an ultimatum for you.” Your breath is deadly silent as you move to wrap your nondominant arm around his throat. You wince inwardly at the pain that ripples through you when moving that shoulder. “Firstly, are you armed?” He’s silent. “Yes or no, Ronald. Are you armed?” Your voice is forceful and wicked in its tone.

      “No.” His voice is shaky. He’s scared. Good. That means he probably isn’t in fact armed.

     “Good. Do you want to make it out of this building alive?”

     “Yes.” The single word comes out as more of a breath.

     “Great, now I have a few steps for you to follow.”

     “Why would I follow any instructions from you?” His voice still comes out shaky.

      “Well, that’s the ultimatum, dear Ronald.” Your voice lilts as your mind begins to suffer a bit of delirium from the blood loss. “Either you follow every word that comes from my mouth, or you die right here, right now.” Your gun presses hard into the side of his head in an attempt to prove your point. “Is that clear?” His small nod is enough for you to ease up just a bit. “Good, now listen.”

      You walk him step by step through every one of your demands. “Turn the power back on and lock down every door. I want them to only work with your key card.” You watch him like a hawk every step of the way. “Now, we’re gonna take a little walk to the west exit and you are going to call off all of your men, understand Ronny?” His legs shake beneath him as he nods fervently. “Alright, let’s get a move on Ronny boy, we’re burning daylight.”

     It was a rather short walk to the side entrance. You’d crossed paths with a few of his men but they were quickly dispatched as you both kept moving. True to his word only his key card worked for the doors. As soon as you’d enter they’d seal behind you, his men stuck on the other side helpless to free their leader. Once you’d finally reached the side door you sighed. This was it. You’ll be out in the fresh air where you could make your run back to the makeshift base about an hour's drive out.

     “Thank you Ronald for your cooperation. I would hate to have had to kill you.” You keep the gun level with his head as he pushes open the door to freedom. He steps out into the daylight, bringing his arm up to shield his eyes from the sun. “Keep moving, I can still shoot you.” He takes a few hesitant steps forward as you follow him out. You spare a glance at the top of the hill on your left, catching sight of 141 and KorTac making their way down to meet you, Ghost and König leading the charge.

     You’d survived. You’d fixed your mistake. Even through all your doubts and thoughts of your own death, you persevered.

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[gxdsfavgal]

Karaoke Night

Pairing: Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

Warnings: y/n is 18 so same age as Conrad, mentions of alcoholism & addiction, underage drinking & smoking, angsty, fluff VERY fluffy ending, not edited

A/N: all of my TSITP writings will have the reader as Taylor’s sibling. I’ll have a separate post linked in all future TSITP writing on our “oc”

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Every year during summer, Taylor and I take a bus to Cousins for Belly and I’s birthday. It’s been like this for I don’t know how long.

This year we get to stay for more than just the weekend. Belly and Laurel convinced our parents to let us stay for the whole week, since this year I’m turning the big 18 and Belly is having a little Sweet 16.

After getting picked up by Belly and Jere, and getting ice cream, we sped to the Fisher house.

We parked and entered the house, trying to tiptoe so we can surprise the rest in the kitchen.

“So what’s for lunch?” I said out loud as we rounded the corner.

Susannah, Laurel, and the other two boys quickly turned their heads to Taylor and I’s big smile. The mom’s stopped their cooking and pulled us into a hug.

Steven and Conrad paused their game and fast-walked towards us. Steven pulling me into a side hug, not really caring since we are in the same friend group at school.

“Connie!” I squealed once Steven let go of me.

A small smile appeared on his face as I opened my arms, inviting him for a hug.

He hugged my waist and pulled me off the floor, spinning us a little.

Susannah in the back was saying some banter about us almost knocking down some things.

He put me down with a chuckle.

“Go help the girls with their bags!” Laurel patted Jere and Conrad’s shoulders.

“Oh! Taylor and y/n, you two can either sleep in the guest room or with Bells.” Susannah spoke with a twirl of her kitchen towel.

We nodded and all moved in sync to upstairs.

“Oh y/n!” Susannah said out loud, I stayed back in the kitchen while the rest went up.

“Yes?” I gave her a nervous smile.

She gave me a big tight hug which was a surprise to me.

“He hasn’t smiled this much in months. Thank you.” she whispered in my ear.

“Oh I didn’t know but anything for you Susannah.” I squeezed her tighter before she tapped me to go upstairs.

Connie was waiting on the stairs, making sure to give us privacy.

“What was that about?” he asked as we walked up the steep steps.

“Oh just her saying how i’m becoming a woman and she’s proud of me.” I giggled.

“Seems like my mom.” he chuckled as we reached the rooms.

Taylor told Jere to put her bags in Belly’s room and told me I can stay in the guest room since they have a lot of catching up to do.

Connie followed me into the guest room with my bags, setting them down on the wooden floor before plopping onto the bed.

I laid down next to him, our eyes staring up at the white wooden ceiling.

I sniffed around and the smell led me to Connie’s hoodie.

“Have you been smoking and drinking?” I questioned him, sitting up slightly, leaning on my elbow.

He froze, not saying anything. He knew that I was disappointed in him. He knows what Taylor and I go through back at home.

My door swings open revealing Jere. “We’re gonna swim in the pool!”

I sat up from the bed, smiling at Jere. “I’ll be there, don’t wait up for me!”

He closed the door leaving Conrad still laying on my bed and me searching through my bag for my bathing suit.

It was quiet, you can hear the multiple conversations throughout the house, and the sounds of everyones steps.

I let out a sigh, walking my way to Connie with my bathing suit in hand.

“Please, please! Promise me that this is just for the summer.” I looked down at his face smushed into my pillow.

“Yes, fine.” he mumbled.

“Okay thank you.” I left a peck on the top of his head. “Now go get ready for the pool.”

I rushed down to the pool with Conrad following behind, seeing that Jeremiah, Belly, Steven, and Taylor is already in.

I jumped into the pool, making sure to splash them all while Connie just sat on the side.

Small playful complaints came from those in the pool.

“So who wants to play chicken?” I yelled.

“Y/n’s my partner!” Jeremiah said as he swam up to me, his hand on my waist.

“Connie wanna join?” I asked but he shook his head no.

Belly and Taylor rolled their eyes knowing that Conrad is annoyed with his little brother.

“Taylor you can go on Steven for now and then I’ll go on the loser’s after.” Belly said, trying to include everyone.

Jeremiah and Steven sunk down into the water as Taylor and I went onto the shoulders.

When they both stood up, Belly started counting us down.

The two boys circled around as Taylor and I started to push each other with our arms, trying to knock the other down.

With a final push and Belly commentating, Taylor fell backwards off of Stevens shoulders.

Jere took me off his shoulders and we cheered.

“We’re such a good team!” he said with his arm around my waist and his curly hair dripping.

I looked up at his blue eyes and just cheered more, splashing water at him.

“My turn against the winners!” Belly said as she high fived Taylor.

Conrad took his feet out of the water and quickly walked back inside the house.

“Connie!” I yelled trying to get his attention but failing.

“Just forget about it, he’s been acting like that for months.” Jeremiah said with a pat of my shoulder.

I just nodded, but it still clouded my thoughts.

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A couple days later was Belly and I’s birthday. We woke up bright and early to get ready together, while everyone was either sleeping or getting ready for the day.

Once we got ready for our 18th and 16th, we headed downstairs into the kitchen.

“Happy Birthday Y/N and Belly!” Susannah and Laurel said with big smiles on their face and coming up to give us motherly kisses all over our faces.

More ‘Happy Birthday’s’ were said from the boys and we replied with our ‘Thank you’s’.

The moms told us to sit together at the dining table as they brought over Belly’s Mickey shaped pancakes and my heart shaped waffles.

Belly and I had a staring contest to see who would take the syrup first and luckily Conrad distracted her so I can go ahead and snatch it. Laughs were coming from all around, it was already an amazing birthday.

After we ate, the moms told us to go to the living room so we can open ours presents.

Belly and I sat on the couch while everyone else sat on the floor or the chairs.

Conrad loudly cleared his throat, getting a weird stare from his mom which made all of us kids giggle a little.

“Happy Birthday y/n” he gave me a signet ring with Cousins boarders engraved on it.

“Connie! Are you proposing to her?” Susannah said out loud trying to make him blush.

Laurel chimed in about how she always saw us as a couple.

“Connie! I think we’re too young to get married!” I joked, trying to make him blush more.

“No seriously though I love it!” I stood up to tackle him into a hug.

Everyone said their aw’s and that’s so cute.

Later in the day, we prepared for a small karaoke get-together. Belly invited her deb friends and Cam. The moms decided that we would be alright by ourselves so they went to the Fat Pelican, having a few drinks for themselves.

All of us teens were crowding the living room as the light were all off with some cool disco lights that Susannah and Laurel borrowed from the Country Club.

There was some pizza and some drinks which obviously we added some alcohol to make the night more fun.

“Look at the sunset Connie!” I pointed out the window in the kitchen, running up to it so I can take a picture of Cousins.

“Are you looking Co—“ I turned around and he was taking a pic of me with a big smile on his face. “You didn’t want to tell me to strike a pose?”

“You don’t need to pose.” he put down his phone and looked out into the sunset with me.

“Y/N!” I heard a hell of bloody murder.

“Oh my god! Belly! What?” I yelled back, stomping into the living room with my funny theatrics that her and I do.

“C’mon birthday twin!” she held out the microphone out to me. I looked at Conrad as he found an empty seat and smiled at me through the brim of his red solo cup.

Belly and I sang to Styles by Taylor Swift but soon after when I was sitting on the couch talking to Cam about marine animals, Jere took the microphone and raised the volume.

“You can dance! You can jive!” he sang into the microphone, pointing his finger at me.

The girls began to clap in sync, telling me to go up with Jere.

“See that girl, watch that scene! Digging the dancing queen!” everyone sang together as Jere twirled me around and serenaded me.

Him and I danced to the music, enjoying the presence of everyone.

“You come to look for a king!” Jere twirled me around to where my back was against his chest and his arms crossed over my collar bones. “Anybody could be that guy!”

I made eye contact with Conrad who I can tell tried to keep a positive attitude.

I didn’t want to seem selfish for not wanting to babysit him on my birthday but it’s my 18th. I shook it off and danced with Jeremiah until the song ended.

He got claps from everyone and bowed like he was in on Broadway.

Conrad swiftly left the living room and tried to sneak his way outside to the pool.

“Where are you going?” I asked him right as he took a step outside.

He looked back, his hands in his hoodie pockets. “Gonna take a walk on the beach.”

“Can I come with?”

He rocks his body on the balls of his feet. “Yeah.” he whispered.

The two of us walked down to the shore in silence, listening to the waves crash.

“So… what’s been going on with you?” I broke the silence.

“Oh um, just the usual.” he nodded. I can tell that he wanted to walk in silence and be alone.

“So... no more college football I heard.” I bit at my bottom lip, not knowing how he would react.

“Um, well yeah. It was all my dad.” 

I nodded my head in silence.

“Your mom told me that you haven't been yourself.” he groaned. 

Connie was never like this, he was never one to keep to himself. He would always lecture Belly and I on not smoking, and other shit that he does now.

I stopped in our tracks, throwing my hands over my head. “I just feel like ever since I arrived you’ve been so happy then mad, i’m just confused.”

He sighed. He rolls his eyes and spins his body in annoyance.

“Talk to me Conrad.” I crossed my arms.

“You’re confused y/n?” he spoke quietly, I can only hear mumbles over the waves crashing.

“What?”

“I asked, are you confused y/n?” he spoke louder, I flinched at how loud he was.

“Yes! I’m confused! One minute you’re smiling and cuddling with me, then the next thing I know you don't even want to be in proximity of me!” I crossed me arms, trying to make a point but all he does is roll his eyes.

“You’re the one who’s confused? I can’t figure out if you want me or my brother.” he was fuming.

We both stood there in silence, my mind was thinking about all the ways that Connie could’ve thought that I wanted Jere more than him.

“Connie.” I took a step towards him but his eyes were staying on the sand at our feet. “Why would you even think of that?”

“The pool. Karaoke. I don't know?” he was quiet, his mind clouded. His hands coming up to rub at his face.

“Conrad Fisher. I love it when you tell me to sleep in your bed because mine is too far of a walk, when it’s across the hall.”

He looks up, not moving his head. His face softens.

“I love it when I run up to you and you spin me. I love the dance lessons we have.”

He chuckles at the memory of the multiple times he’s had to teach me the same moves.

“I love the ring that you got me, I literally put it on my left ring finger.” I lifted up my hand, showing him that I made a promise to myself and to him.

He softly lands his forehead onto mine, playing with the ring that he gave me.

“I love you Conrad.” My hands cupping his jaw, thumbs rubbing circles on his soft skin.

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Conrad Fisher Taglist:

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#gxdsfavgals masterlist #Conrad fisher #Conrad fisher fluff #Conrad fisher angst #Conrad fisher smut #tsitp #tsitp fluff #tsitp angst #tsitp smut #the summer i turned pretty #jenny han

[nicohischierz]

first date: cole mcward 

@lukeevangelista i finally wrote the first date  

btw this is a continuation for the cole asks that i did earlier on, which i’ll find and add to this post. 

after your kiss with cole, tyler had been on your case on what happened at the coffee shop. it seemed that everyone on the team was curious on your relationship status, especially with cole. 

so right now as you got ready for your date, tyler had barged into your room demanding to know where you were going. “tyler do you now know how to knock?” you asked 

the boy shook his head and made himself comfortable on your bed. “i can’t believe you’re missing our weekly love island watching to hang out with a guy,” he complained. 

“tyler, you are a guy too.” you stated throwing a tennis ball at him. tyler gave you an offended look before replying “i’m not just any guy y/n. i’m practically your child,” 

you couldn’t even give him a response as jake threw your door open “you’re going on a date!” he exclaimed. apparently there had been a text to a separate group chat that both you and cole were going on dates today. 

“yes, i’m going on a date and i need to call a cab right now if i don’t want to be late,” you huffed, closing your door on both the boys. cole happened to be by the staircase when you walked down.

the house was empty as the boys went out to buy food, finish assignments or spend time with friends. 

“are you ready?” cole asked. you nodded and took his hand in yours as he kissed the top of your head. cole spent the whole ride kissing your knuckles, your fingers intertwined with his. 

meanwhile back in your room, tyler and jake were trying to come up with a game plan. “i called joe, he’s taking burnside and they’re going to track cole. you and i are going to find y/n and figure out who the hell she’s on date with,” jake told tyler. 

however, the four boys were unsuccessful in finding either you or cole. so they retreated back to your house to interrogate you separately along with your dates. what they didn’t expect was for you and cole to walk into the house hand in hand. 

the two of you hd bright smile’s on your faces. cole turned you around to face him before giving you a kiss. “my eyes!” tyler exclaimed as joe had poked him in the eye as tried covering them. 

you and cole stilled against each other before cole glanced over to his teammates. he groaned and pressed his forehead against yours, “do you think if we high-tail to my room they will forget about us?” cole whispered. 

you laughed at his question before turning around to see the four boys. tyler was tearing up and joe was trying not to laugh while apologising to the younger boy. “joe what did you do to my child?” you asked. 

joe was at a loss for words. it was a known fact that the second you went into mom mode you weren’t to be messed with. “it was an accident,” he squeaked. you took tyler’s face in your hands as you examined his eye to make sure there was nothing stuck. 

“the two of you went on a date together,” jake stated. once you had deemed that tyler was alright you and cole joined the boys in the living room so that you could answer all the questions the boys had. 

cole nodded and kissed the side of your head. 

the four boys on the couch beamed at the two of you. they all knew the two of you were in love with each other and whilst it may take you some time to figure it out, this was a step in the right direction 

#cole mcward blurb #nicohischierz writes

[by-ego]

The Monarchal Summit

So, the summit

Warning for very messy structure, imma try to keep it in a somewhat chronological order, but I’ll most likely mess that up half way through. And I’ll also issue a warning for incorrect english and very bad grammar. And these are MY opinions and observations <3

First off, babe and Milo needs to take Asher shopping. Babe also needs to teach their man how to cook. ALSO Aggro has been mentioned, thank you Erik. Completely unrelated, but fuck Asher is hot. I’m a sucker for guys with messy hair

Where is William!? Why has he left poor Vincent to deal with this on his own. I’m not a Vincent girly, never have been, but I feel very bad for him. At Least Lovely is there for him. And his music choice, immaculate. Chefs kiss. Giving Lovely a crown, and made by the same craftsmen that made his, top notch boyfriend behaviour. “It’s such a privilege that I get to stand at your side” GOD DAMN 

Moving on to Sam, he is probably the realest character ever. “When this is all done, we’re getting ice cream” realest shit i’ve ever heard except it’s practically Winter where i’m at and it’s cold af here

And going from one vamp to another, Porter is a menece and I love him sm. Ash is and always will be number one, but Porter is a close second now. But can we talk about the fact that Vincent straight up called Treasure “your human”... like sir, isn’t that a bit weird? Idk, maybe it’s just me. But I do like that Vincent genuinely tries to be civil with Porter, and for the most part he succeeds. So some part of me thinks it’s a little bit mean of Porter to add the extra stress of saying he’ll be bringing an empowered human to the summit, and then pretend Vincent is crazy for doing something about it, (the seating arrangement and such). Then again, the part of me that grew up with 3 brothers, one of them being my twin (love him with all my heart but when you have to share room with a teenage boy for 7 years you grow a tad bit tired of it), thinks Porter is fucking hilarious. Cause he is funny.    

Wolfpack, by beloved. One again though, where is William, and why is he leaving Vincent to 1. “Extend his gratitude”, and 2. Do this all on his own.  And ofc the Shaw pack is going to be enjoyable to be around, they’re amazing (i¨m very biassed here but still) “Blink twice if you need a way out buddy, we’re pretty good at distractions” I literally love Asher so much, muah.

I’m gonna make a jump here, and go to Alexis and Darlin’. Ew, just ew. She reminds me of one of my uncles ex wifes. She was a nasty person, just really mean. And Alexis gives me the same vibes. Like the whole “when your old” bullshit, just straight up nasty. And love Porter for stepping in, and love Sam for being protective and still so good to Darlin’. They both very much deserve each other.  

ONCE AGAIN WHERE IS WILLIAM and why is this random guy bashing him to David. He has a point though, or several points. He does have a tendency to turn a blind eye to questionable things. And we would all like to see Quinn burn

Back to the wolfpack, and my finance Asher. We know you love food puppy, you make that very clear. Also Porter is right, food needs to taste good if it doesn’t serve any other purposes. I love how Asher asks Babes opinion before making a decision. (I could go on and on about them and their dynamic, but that will have to be a separate post) Porter getting right to it with Sweetheart is brave, and it really gets the lore going. 

Now, getting into the heavier stuff. I said it before and I’ll say it again. Poor Vincent, and where is William???? Okay… the inversion was planned. That explains a lot, and at the same time makes the whole thing so much more tragic. I remember something either Asher or Milo said about close nit and their propaganda after the inversion “it’s like they had this ready to go” and they did. Because they planned it. Cruel. And that they got funding for it makes it even more disgusting.  And I’m also worried for Sweetheart, like what happened to them?? And who killed the king of Bennet? His progeny? For money and power? Or Sweetheart out of self defence? Are they a powerful enough stealth to pull that of? Like what happened there?  Erik does love to leave us hanging. 

Alright that’s it for now, I might come up with something new later and add that, or write something more detailed.  

This ended up a lot more organised that I first thought, small blessings ig 

#redacted asmr #redactedasmr #redacted summit #redacted asher #redacted babe #redacted angel #redacted sweetheart #redacted david #redacted milo #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted vincent #redacted lovely #redacted lore #redacted porter #redacted wolf pack #redacted vampires

[lindseybots]

OHOHOHOHOHO THIS IS A WHOLE AU???? This is INCREDIBLE my heart is MELTING LOOK AT THOSE SWEETIES!!! A thought to keep Wind away from the Tower of Spirits, in the Septimus Heap books there’s a rule where “when dead you only tread once more; where living, you have trod before” so perhaps Wind being a natural ghost unlike Zelda isn’t able to go above the lobby of the Tower. Cause let’s be real, he would totally go through the dungeons but Anjean would have his hide if he tried to go up the Tower.

Also, is this LU? Totally cool if not! Just the two of them having fun together is enough to get me bouncing off the walls!

Ooooo a lot to unpack with this one!

First of all, THANK YOU! I’m so happy that you love the au!! I’m having so much fun making it, so I’m glad you’re enjoying it.

Next, I’m gonna answer the LU question because that answer is going to be shorter.

Honestly, I’m kind of glad you asked because I’ve seen people mention it a few times in comments, reblog tags, etc of some of my AU posts before, which made me wonder if there was some confusion about it. So, I’m glad I’m getting an excuse to clear this up.

While LU is super great (seriously go check it out if you haven’t) and I am incredibly honored that you think they are worthy of standing together on the same playing field, it is a separate thing.

The Wind’s Track AU is not associated with Linked Universe in any way. That is to say: in the “canon” of The Winds Track AU, the events of Linked Universe DO NOT AND WILL NOT EXIST.

Of course, if y’all want to make fan content that is a blend of the two AUs, that’s fine with me. All I ask is that, if you could, please make it clear somewhere that, normally, the AUs are separate entities to avoid any confusion for people who don’t know. Also, it’d be really nice if you’d give credit to the au creators so newcomers know where to find our AUs. (Also tag me so I can see it 👀🤭)

Again, I don’t mind if people make that kind of content to combine the aus, but I would hate for people to come here expecting LU due to miscommunication and then not get it. Y’know?

Now, I can talk about Wind and the Tower of Spirits.

I never actually considered him NOT being involved in solving the floors. The idea that he CAN’T is REALLY INTERESTING. Ohhhh that’d kill him inside.

This boy is so used to being at the center of the adventures, and now he has to leave it to someone else? AND HIS LITTLE BROTHER AT THAT?? AND YOU MEAN TO TELL HIM HE CANT DO ANYTHING BUT WAIT??? OHHHH.

Not to mention the fact that this is the location in the game that you revisit the most for the story.

The way I can picture this poor boy ready to just race up those stairs, regardless of potential consequences. Anjean would probably be tempted to tie him down if he wouldn’t just phase through the ropes.

I LOVE THIS IDEA. Not only is it angsty, but it fixes so many of the potential issues I’ve been trying to solve within this AU.

I don’t think I mentioned this before, but I was also trying to figure out a way to get Zelda to go help in the Tower of Spirits in the first place. The only reasons she goes at first in the game is because Anjean tells them that it’s too dangerous for Link / Spirit to go by himself, and during that time, she is the only one available to fill that role. If Wind were able to go, then there wouldn’t have been any reason to essentially force her in the role. There would need to be a new reason made.

This idea, however, FIXES THAT. THANK YOU!!

I also love that it reserves a portion of the game’s events to just be for Spirit and Zelda. They have such a wonderful relationship in the game, so having the events of the Tower be for just the two of them could really help in maintaining that strong bond that helped make Spirit Tracks so special.

I’ll make a point to find ways for Wind to be more helpful in other parts of the game to make up for his exclusion from the Tower of Spirits’ floors.

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Thundertober Day 9: Heartbreak

It was time to stop feeling sorry for himself...

Continuity: TOS

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It struck him just how quickly time could whizz past you, unnoticed until it was too late. Married life had gone by so quickly, and yet they’d spent just about one and a half decades in each other's arms. 

In contrast, the time immediately after the avalanche went so much slower, even though it was only a few months. Making the necessary arrangements. Arranging a funeral…

God, the funeral. Speaking on that stage about them was one of the hardest things Jeff had ever had to do. Remembering Lucy and his father was difficult, even though he knew it was the healthiest thing he could do. Everything was difficult. He struggled with life itself in the year that followed. He poured himself into his work, doing everything he could to make sure his children, the five most precious things the love of his life had given him, had the best life possible.

But as much as he cared and loved his sons, he was also blinded by his own grief so much that he didn’t see how badly they were hurting. 

His eldest three had by far changed the most. With him out the house most of the time, Scott had been frantically getting his brothers ready for school and extracurriculars, doing chores around the house and finishing his homework last minute. And with little to no time for himself or with friends, it was clear he was exhausted with the extra workload. 

Virgil didn’t talk anymore. He was grouchy with everybody all the time, the smile wiped off his face completely. 

His middle boy, John, had taken after him the most it seemed. The aspiring amateur astronomer had poured himself into school work. Most of the time, he was buried in a book or shut up in his bedroom. 

Gordon and Alan hadn’t noticed much wrong, both being too young to realise any better. But Gordon had quickly seen a change in the behaviour of his older family members, always offering to help Scott with things or trying to cheer Virgil or John up. Alan, being a mere two years old, had simply shifted slowly from calling for his mother, to calling out to Scott when he needed something or had a bad dream. Never once had the toddler asked for his father since then.

And Jeff had missed it all… He’d completely failed in his duties as a father. He sobbed, sinking to the floor of his bedroom as everything finally clicked into place after what felt like an eternity of being on autopilot. But he didn’t have time to dwell on that. He knew that now. Steeling himself, he picked himself off the floor, and looked at the clock. Just past midnight. Good. That meant he could try to set things straight with his eldest, who was no doubt still awake trying to unravel his maths homework.

He crept downstairs, making note of the lone light in the dining room. Sure enough, Scott was there, chewing on the end of his pencil. The teenager paused to take a sip of coffee, and that’s when Jeff intervened.

When the beverage was swiped away, Scott groaned. “Dad…” His voice was a low whisper, not wanting to wake up the hoard upstairs. Jeff himself didn’t say anything. He just put the coffee down, and reached forward to give his son a big hug. Scott froze, as if not quite believing it was real. Jeff’s heart shattered.

“I’m sorry.” He said, as if a simple apology could mend what he’d done, or failed to do. His son stayed frozen in the warm embrace. “Time to tag out, Scotty…” Realising just what his father was referring to, Scott finally hugged back, clinging onto Jeff for dear life. “I’ll take it from here.” Father and son separated after a few more minutes, Jeff wiping away a stray tear from Scott’s eye. “Take the day off of school tomorrow, son. Get some rest.”

“R-Really?” Scott sniffled.

“Of course, baby. Of course. I’ll be handling your brothers from now on.”

His son chuckled. “Good luck with that. You’re gonna need it.” His smile fell. “Dad, can you promise me that?”

Jeff sighed. “I’ll give it my best. Like I should’ve from the beginning. I know I can never apologise enough for the way I’ve checked out over this past year, but I’ll do it anyway.”

There was silence for a long few moments. “I can’t promise I’ll forgive you.” Scott finally admitted. “At least not now. But it’s a start.”

“That’s all I ask for…” Jeff gave his son one last smile before standing to his full height. “Get some sleep.”

“Dad?” A third voice whispered into the room, and the door creaked ajar to reveal the face of John. “What’s going on? A-Are you really back with us?”

Jeff reached down to lift his middle son off of the floor and into his arms. “I am, sport. I’m here.” He reassured gently, rocking his boy back and forth in his arms. “What are you doing up, son?”

“Couldn’t sleep…” John mumbled into his father’s shoulder. Jeff tried to catch Scott’s eye, but paused when he noticed his eldest wasn’t returning the look. Instead, Scott’s eyes were transfixed on the dining room door. 

Jeff made a small ‘Oh’ sound, and keeping a tight grip on John, opened the door the widest it could go. Behind the door, much to his chagrin, was a worried Virgil and a very tired Gordon. “Boys…” He shook his head. “What are you all doing up? Come on now,” he gestured with his head for his three standing sons to go upstairs back to their rooms. “Bed. All of you.” He followed them upstairs, making sure each and every one of them would sleep through the night.

He was in Scott’s room when a high-pitched wail pierced the air. Scott made a move towards the door, but Jeff stopped him quickly. “I’ve got Alan. Get some sleep, okay?”

Scott frowned, hesitant, but nodded in the end. “Okay…”

“I love you and your brothers a lot, Scott. I’m not letting any of you down. Not again…” Jeff promised, leaving the room. “Night, son.”

“Night, Dad…”

When he got there, Alan’s little arms reached up to him, desperate for some attention from anyone. Jeff picked him up, soothing his youngest son by rubbing little circles on his back. Slowly but surely, Alan finally fell asleep again. Jeff placed a single kiss on the toddler's forehead, laying him back in the crib with a smile on his face. He’d give the world to his sons if he had it, but for now, he’d gladly give them his time.

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