#guys I am not feeling ready for this to be the end say it ain’t so wtf

[gaytedlasso]

I believe in belief

#guys I am not feeling ready for this to be the end say it ain’t so wtf #had to do a drawing of Ted tho #it isn’t my favorite but I do like how his dimples look haha #sketch.art #Ted lasso #ted lasso fanart

[ham1lton]

MISS BAD MEDIA KARMA

pairings: (alleged) charles leclerc x reader. lando norris x reader. george russell x reader. (platonic) sebastian vettel x reader.

warnings: misogynistic media and comments.

summary: after a night out with your fellow drivers, the media is alight with rumours and speculation about your romantic life. most people would call a pr meeting, you go through the funniest rumours on instagram live and rate them out of ten.

author’s note: i’m still taking questions/asks/requests so please send some in! also as usual, there is a poll at the end so please vote!

— part of my maneater series ꕤ

START INSTAGRAM LIVE. (20K WATCHING)

Y/N: hi guys! hi! how is everyone? how are you doing?

user1: Y/N NOTICE ME!

user2: y/n girl u look hungover as hell 😭

Y/N: am i hungover? perhaps. that’s probably why i’m doing this. jo is going to kill me but whatever.

user3: what are you planning on doing? 😭

Y/N: after yesterday’s… events. there have been a lot of rumours about me and my fellow drivers that have been spread around social media. so let’s talk through them and rate them out of ten.

user7: ain’t this a pr disaster?

user8: you probably shouldn’t do this.

landonorris: LMFAOOOOOO DO IT

Y/N: lando? how are you not hungover from last night? i’ll start with you. apparently according to this thread by twitter user y/nando, the two of us are secretly engaged to be married. okay first of all, why? second of all, no. i’m sorry. that isn’t happening any time soon. also, my schedule is too packed to be thinking about marriage plans. this one is 2/10 because c’mon.

landonorris: i’m searching that thread right now.

landonorris: wait lol why is this kinda accurate… are you sure we’re not engaged?

user7: LMFAOOOOOO

Y/N: we’re supposed to be EXTINGUISHING the rumours, not adding to them??? we are not engaged. we’re just friends. barely that if anything.

user8: BOOOOOOOOO

y/nando: it’s okay :) you’ll see that you’re perfect for each other one day.

Y/N: will we? anyways. next rumour. according to some monaco newspaper, charles and i have a secret child. this is apparently backed up by some anonymous sources.

landonorris: BOOOOO we get some shitty engagement rumour and you and charles get a child. i want a redo!

charles_leclerc: don’t deny our child y/n 😔

user6: y’all are MESSY 😭

user9: CHARLESY/N SUPREMACY 😍

georgerussell63: end the live y/n 😁👍🏻

Y/N: what is this photo? this is supposed to be proof of my pregnancy? i was just bloated from an evening of indulging at this amazing italian restaurant. it was gorgeous. whoever used this photo is dead wrong for that. this one is 5/10 cause i feel self conscious.

user12: no deadass 😭 if i was famous i would have had a million pregnancy rumours by now.

user68: no charlesy/n baby? BOOO!

Y/N: another one. george and i were spotted buying baby clothes in london. apparently george is me and charles’ baby’s godfather. there is no baby! charles and i don’t have a kid. so george is not the godfather!

georgerussell63: wait… why not? i would be a great godfather actually. i am offended.

user9: george going from telling y/n to switch off the live to being offended he isn’t the godfather of her alleged baby is crazy 😭

Y/N: also why was i shopping with george and not my alleged baby daddy? charles you’re a deadbeat to our non-existent child and that’s why this newspaper is saying that george is raising my kid?

charles_leclerc: apologies to leclerc jr but no way i’m letting george raise him.

georgerussell63: i’m not ready to be a stepdad but c’mon i’d be a great one.

user4: george isn’t the stepdad, he’s the dad that stepped up!

logansargeant: i’m upset that i haven’t been included in these rumors.

Y/N: if i was gonna ask anyone to be my baby’s stepdad it would be oscar. this rumour is 3/10 because it’s so unbelievable.

oscarpiastri: NOOOOOOOO 😰

user9: HELP???

user67: i’m watching this while doing my makeup. y/n is my favourite influencer!

user78: i was watching your vlog when i saw the notification!

Y/N: did you enjoy this vlog? for people who haven’t seen it yet, it’s detailing my offseason with my friends and family! we travelled a little and i did some work with my sponsorships! so check it out. we have some very interesting camera people.

user65: can’t believe you had the usher do your camera work for your superbowl vlog.

user8: you met beyoncé, you never gonna fail!

user67: be honest, did you faint at the sight of all the big celebs?

lewishamilton: y/n, this is all very interesting but maybe you shouldn’t be doing this? - sebastian.

Y/N: seb?? what are you doing here? and why are you on lewis’ account? don’t you have your own?

lewishamilton: i lost my login information 😅 and i got a message from charles telling me to shut this down - sebastian.

Y/N: what a snitch…

user23: he mad y/n didn’t accept their child 😭

Y/N: speaking of sebastian, here is my favourite rumour. that sebastian is my father and i’m his secret lovechild.

youryoungersis: wait…. is that why we look so different? you have a different dad???

lewishamilton: i’m not that much older than you? how can i be your dad? i’m only 13 years older than you! do i look that old? - sebastian, NOT your father.

user7: HELPSOSJSSJ

user5: NOT HIM CLARIFYING 😭😭

Y/N: that one is funny but no. we don’t even look alike! i hear a lot that we have the same mannerisms but that’s probably because i practically grew up around the guy. i’m rating this one…. 7/10.

lewishamilton: grew up around not with! - sebastian, NOT her father.

user2: BRO WE GET IT 😭😭😭😭

Y/N: so basically, time for the last one. this one is definitely the most out of pocket one.

alex_albon: BOOOOO I MISSED MOST OF IT

danielricciardo: 🤣🤣🤣

user98: HELSPSOSJ i’m laughing so hard.

Y/N: oh hi jo! how did you get in? WAIT!-

INSTAGRAM LIVE ENDED. (98K WATCHING)

#jayde’s works ☆ #maneater ꕤ #f1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula one x reader #f1 texts #f1 fanfic #formula one imagine #sebastian vettel x reader #charles leclerc x reader #lando norris x reader #formula one smau #formula one #george russell x reader

[deaththcekid]

Okay I am uh… down horrendously for Matthew Patel (I’m also very happy that you write for him bc I adore your writing <33)

So!👏 if it ain’t too much trouble, could we please get some Matthew with an s/o who’s not good with words to they’re very into casual physical affection? Like, jsut wordlessly leaning against him or setting their chin on his shoulder; those laid back, silent way of saying “I’m here, and I love you.” (I’m such a sap for this stuff)

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!!!!

OMG YES I LOVE THIS REQUEST‼️ I also do the same thing with my boyfriend where I’m just good at giving affection honestly I can’t express words^^. Also I’m so sorry if I didn’t get to ur request I have a lot of stuff to do lately. OKAY LETS GET INTO IT‼️

^^Song for todays story: Yume Utsutsu- Lamp

MATTHEW PATEL X S/O WHOS NOT GOOD AT EXPRESSING WORDS

<Matthew understands that your not really good at expressing words, but he just loves the casual taps, tugs or hugs as saying I love you

<When you guys are cuddling together, he”ll say, “I love you so much”, you’ll just hug him even tighter digging ur head into his neck

<When Matthew is feeling down you’ll sit down next to him, and you’ll place ur chin on his shoulder and pull him into a hug and he’ll hug you back instantly into a tight hug

<Instead of u saying I love you, you’ll replace that with small kisses all over his face and his neck

<Sometimes when your trying to get Matthews attention instead of telling him, you’ll just poke at his face or all over his body, once he gets the hint get ready for tons on cuddles ^^

<maybe once in a while here and there you’ll say quite I love yous when y’all or cuddling, he just has a huge smile on his face and kiss you head

<Sometimes you’ll casually walk over to Matthew and hug him behind and give him little kisses along his back he’s finds it so adorable^^

<When you’re both listening to music you’ll grab his hand and match the beat with your fingers

<Matthew will always remind you that he loves you everyday‼️ “hey, I love you so much , don’t ever forget that and I’m right here by your side if you ever need me<3”, Matthew loves seeing your smile once he said that goes in to kiss you

<When he’s talking randomly you’ll pull him in for a kiss and oh boy he turns bright red he did not expect that \(//∇//)\ but he kisses you back immediately

<Again when he’s feeling down or sad you’ll take him to the bedroom and you’ll give him infinite cuddles or tickle him and that just immediately cheer up

<When y’all are walking you’ll grab his arm and wrap it around you and lean into him

<At the end of the day maybe you’ll say a quiet fast I love you to remind Matthew that you love him so much^^ he’s give you ton of cuddles and kisses all over your face

I apologize if this was short I ran out of ideas and I’m just tired I had a lot to do today, I apologize(◞‸◟), but I hope u liked it ^^

#scott pilgram takes off #deaththcekid #scott pilgrim x reader #scott pilgrim #matthew patel x reader #matthew patel #scott pilgram vs the world #league of evil exes

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Princess & The Playboy (Part 6)

Summary: Sam and Max's plan to get their siblings invited to a party may have worked but Sebastian Monroe is a dangerous man and they may have just put not only their lives but their families at risk too...

Masterlist

Pairing: NFL Quarterback!Dean x Pop Star!reader

Word Count: 5,400ish

Warnings: language, family trauma/angst, kidnapping

A/N: Uh oh...

_________

Two Weeks Later

Reader POV

“Damn,” said Dean, shaking out his arm after you’d tossed him a football in the backyard. “I’m going to need your arm workout and no, I am not joking.”

“Oh my god, did I tell you the dance choreographer wanted me to learn to do a handstand so I could sing, upside down? I shut that shit down so fast,” you said, Dean gently tossing the ball back to you. 

“I’m sure you could do it. But I don’t blame you for not wanting to,” he said, catching the ball one handed. “Do you get a lot of say in that stuff? Dance moves?”

“That would require me to be able to dance,” you laughed, clasping both arms around the ball when he threw it back.

“She’s right. God awful dancer when it’s not choreographed. Miracle she can fake it as well as she does,” said Eric from the patio table, glancing up from his phone. “It’s four by the way.”

“Ugh. Why’d we say yes to this stupid party?” you asked. Dean shrugged.

“This guy donates a bunch of money to the Wolves charity every year. Plus Emma said it’s not a bad idea to go to a charity event together. Apparently it helps the public not think of me as such a scoundrel.” You tossed him the ball one last time, clasping your hands behind your back.

“I mean you are the big bad playboy corrupting the virtue of the sweet princess of pop,” you said, batting your eyes, twirling your hips. You grinned when he frowned, his eyes like a predator sizing up his prey. “I think the media is right about you. Such a bad influence.”

“Oh keep it up, princess, and I’ll tell them you ain’t innocent in the slightest.”

“Someone put me out of my misery,” groaned Eric, rising to his feet. “I’m getting dressed and going over protocols with the team. We’ll head out at seven.”

“Ain’t it kind of early to get ready?” asked Dean as you tossed him the ball one last time. Eric only laughed and headed inside, Dean cocking his head at you. “I know girls take a long time to get ready but three hours?”

“Shower. Shave. Makeup. Hair. Plus I told Sloane I’d help do her hair and pick out a dress,” you said, Dean humming. “I’m sure there’s a college game on you could watch for awhile.”

“I got some game film I can review,” he said, a heavy sigh in his shoulders. You wrapped your arms around him, Dean ditching the ball to return it. “It just never ends.”

“You love football, though,” you said, Dean nodding. 

“I do. But every year it’s getting to be more and more. I know you understand the pressure of it all. I just…I’m tired. I want to have more of a life outside my job,” he said, sliding his hands down your arms, taking your hands in his. “Does that make sense?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, Dean sharing the same sad smile you wore. “Me, I can have less tour dates and not put out an album every single year. I can make more wiggle room for myself. But I know you can’t. And sometimes I worry when I watch you play, pushing your body so hard.”

“I’m incredibly lucky I’m the least sacked QB in the league. I’ve had only one surgery and that was cause I broke my toe like an idiot on a coffee table. I don’t want to be like these guys that stay in too long and wind up with so much pain at forty. Or worse.” 

“I guess the thing to ask yourself is, do you want to keep going? Or could you walk away and be satisfied?” you asked. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes. 

“All I know is I used to put my head down, bury myself in the game. All I looked forward to was getting to the season, the start of a game, feeling that rush. This year…I’m looking forward to being done with work and games way too much. It’s like I’d rather be somewhere else…with someone else,” he murmured.

You nodded, squeezing his hands. “Nothing to decide today.”

“I know. Go get ready. I can occupy myself for a few hours.”

“Damn,” you said when it was nearly seven. Sloane looked down at herself alarmed, glancing back worried. “Sloane, you’re fucking hot.”

“I’m forty two,” she scoffed, smoothing out the floor length gown. “I’m not hot.”

“Hell yeah you are,” you said, Sloane tucking a strand of freshly curled hair behind her ear. “Eric’s going to fucking drool.”

“He better not,” she mumbled, taking a breath as she put her leg up on a chair and hiked the skirt portion up. She opened up her clutch sat on the end of the bed and slapped a very small thigh holster on her right leg, a smaller than usual gun inside. 

“Right. Cause really hot women packing heat are total turn offs for him,” you said, adjusting the strap that ran across your shoulder. She pouted and you handed her the clutch. “You said you could work with him tonight. We’re only bringing two of you inside and we wanted our best.”

“I can. He’s good about not speaking about anything but strictly work lately,” she said, sitting on the bed. “Does he seem…different to you?”

You knew why she was asking. Eric had told you he needed a few hours a week off for therapy a few weeks back. You practically jumped for joy that he was going to get some help to work through some things. Then it all shattered when he said it was related to his dad and needing to address some stuff he did to him as a kid. He didn’t share more but you had a feeling that had as much impact on him as his days in the military, probably more.

“It’s hard to tell with him,” you said, trying to respect his privacy. Plus, it actually was difficult to see a difference. Eric held everything close to the chest. Sometimes too much.

“Yeah. There’ll be no issues working together this evening,” she said, forcing a smile. You wanted to offer some reassurance that he was trying and maybe someday things between them could change. But honestly, you had no clue if they would work things out.

“Good. Well, let’s go see the boys.” A moment later you were coming down the stairs, Dean and Eric wandering out from the front hall in their tuxedos. Eric had always looked handsome when he dressed up but Dean?

He was walking sin in the tailored outfit, showing off his large shoulders and trim waist. You could feel the heat in your cheeks when he stared like he wanted to devour you then and there.

“Wow,” said Dean, a growing smile on his face, eyeing you up and down. It was a fairly simple dress. Black. One shoulder and a thin strap on the other. Form fitting up top before it became loose at the hips. It probably didn’t match black tie standard one hundred percent but it’d been sitting in your closet for two years and you finally had an excuse to wear it.

“Wow yourself,” you said, tugging on the lapel of his jacket. “Put you in one of these and you’d never imagine you spend literally every single day in flannels, henleys, and black tees.”

“Strange considering I’ve seen you wearing those clothing items a lot more yourself lately,” he teased, grinning down like a cat staring at the mouse it’d cornered.

“Oh, just a coincidence,” you said, Eric clearing his throat. You rolled your eyes, getting a roll in return. “You look nice too, Eric. I know you need the compliment on your appearance or your ego will bust.”

“Why did I take this job,” he mumbled to himself, staring at Sloane as she walked ahead for the front door. “You look beautiful.”

Sloane stopped dead in her tracks, looking over her shoulder at him, his gaze shooting to you. 

“I know you’ve wanted to wear that dress for awhile,” he said to you, Sloane rolling her eyes and walking outside. Eric closed his eyes when she was gone, Dean slapping his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, buddy. I’m sure my hyper observant protection agent didn’t catch the way you said that straight to her face and then pretended to say it to your boss.” Eric shrugged him off and grumbled on his way outside, harshly pulling the door behind him. “Damn. I was hoping they’d have some kind of fairytale moment or shit. He looked like he wanted to fuck her over the kitchen table.”

“I don’t know. We’ll just…wait and see what happens,” you said, holding out your hand. “Ready to go?”

“One sec,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling something out. He slipped something elastic over your wrist, beaming when you stared down at it to find it was a friendship bracelet, like the kind from when you were kids. This one was black, gray and white, the LA Wolves colors. You turned it over when you felt a few square beads, expecting to see DEAN.

Your heart skipped when you saw MAX with a few beads separating it from SAM. You glanced up Dean, his green eyes flittering down to where he’d removed his jacket, right sleeve pushed up. 

Dean had always had Sam’s initials tattooed on his forearm. You remember that happened at some point in college, not too long after Sam went missing. The initials right below it were new though, his skin tinged a light pink from where the tattoo was still fresh.

“Is that-”

“Max’s initials? Yeah, looks like it,” he said, a coy smile crossing his face. You held out a finger, Dean humming it was alright to touch. A thick swallow was audible as you traced over the delicate skin, black ink soaked into the creamy canvas of his body.

“Fuck you,” you whispered, Dean’s face falling.

“Sweetheart, I’m-” he said as he wiped at your eyes, mascara coming away on the back of your hand. You laughed, shaking your head at him.

“Look what you did you sweet man,” you laughed, a few tears falling free. “Dean, you didn’t have to put his name on your body.”

“Brothers go on the arm. It’s kind of my thing,” he said, your bottom lip wobbling as a swell of emotion hit you. “Are you mad?”

“No,” you croaked out, squeezing your bracelet. “I wish they were with us.”

“Me too,” he said softly, wiping his thumb under your eye, stopping a tear from falling. “Y/N.”

You met his green eyes, thumb stroking your cheek with a barely there touch.

“You understand you’re my girl, right?” You nodded, Dean’s head tilting slightly, eyes scanning down to your lips slowly and back up just as lazily. “So. Am I yours?”

You held a finger to his lips and turned towards the front door, pulling it open, Eric and Sloane both leaned against an SUV.

“We’ll leave in thirty,” you said, pulling the door shut again, finding Dean with a raised eyebrow. “I need ten to fix my makeup. The other twenty is to show you exactly how much you’re mine.”

Dean POV

I stepped outside while Y/N used the bathroom, the brisk air doing wonders for cooling me down after what I could only describe as the most intimate handjob I’d ever received. It was the one thing that stuck out to me about sex with Y/N. Every other partner I’d had, it was about release, pleasure. With Y/N though, it felt different. A good different. Yeah, it was about the pleasure there too but it was…comforting in a way, joined together. 

Once Y/N had let go of her fear of it, intimacy turned out to be one of her favorite things in the world. And it was becoming one of mine too. She just made me feel safe. Whole again.

“Told you she’d cry about the tattoo,” mumbled Eric in my ear, hands clasped behind his back. “Surprised you didn’t get down on one knee yet.”

“We understand what we are to each other,” I said, adjusting the sleeve of my jacket. “The time for that’ll come eventually but I don’t think either one of us is in a rush to get there.”

“Ready!” exclaimed Y/N, rushing outside barefoot, the skirt of her dress bunched up in one hand, heels in the other. “How late are we?”

“Oh, only forty five minutes,” said Eric, Y/N jumping in the backseat when he opened the door. “Clutch?”

“I’m the purse tonight,” I chuckled, patting my pocket where her phone, a lipstick and extra hair tie resided. 

“Good. I usually get stuck with it,” said Eric, patting my bottom. “Let’s move it kiddos.”

“Hopefully this party doesn’t suck,” said Y/N beside me as we drove up a long driveway thirty minutes later, lips pursed.

“You hate parties,” Eric chuckled from the passenger seat.

“I hate parties where people ask me to sing at their kid’s sweet sixteen which is like, almost all the time,” she said, my hand reaching over and interlacing our hands together. “Sorry. That sounded bitchy.”

“It sounded like that’s really annoying to have happen all the time,” I said, the car slowing down behind another luxury SUV. “We won’t stay long, just a few hours. I know we have to do this for me.”

“Hey,” she said, voice firm. My eyes flickered to hers in the dark space. “We both have more money than we know what to do with. I’m perfectly happy to waste an evening if it means sending some of that money to a good cause. You getting some good press out of it is a bonus.”

“I ever tell you how wonderful you are?” I asked, heart swelling up as she blushed. “Want to go show off your reformed bad boy, sweetheart?”

“You were never bad,” she said, pecking a kiss on my lips. She grinned goofily and wiped them off with her thumb. “Lipstick.”

“You can take it off if you promise to put it back later,” I said, Y/N’s eyes flirting down to my groin, a wicked smirk on her face. “Down girl.”

“I’ll play with you later,” I said as we stopped. Eric slid out of the passenger seat as I opened the back door. I exited and held out a hand, helping Y/N down in her obnoxious skinny little heels. They looked like a death trap to me but she danced around on stage for three hours in them so if anyone knew how to work them, it was her.

Damn she was sexy in that dress. Almost as sexy as those red flannel pajama pants she wore last night. And that cozy blue sweater on Thursday. Or that-

“Stop staring at her,” said Sloane, pushing on my back so I’d move and she could slip out of the backseat. “You’re like a puppy obsessed with her.”

“Be nice,” Y/N chided, taking a step forward, letting me follow her lead. Eric and Sloane fell in place behind us, the driver staying with the car and driving off towards where the cars were being parked. 

A man in a nice suit opened the front door for us, revealing a grand hall that made Y/N’s house look like a starter home. 

“This guy is loaded,” I whispered in Y/N’s ear as we found ourselves quickly surrounded by people when they caught sight of her. There must have been three hundred people at this thing.

“Here we go,” she mumbled before putting on a big smile, immediately getting asked to be in a selfie with a woman in her twenties.

For the next thirty minutes it felt like we were bombarded, stuck not ten feet past the door in a never ending line of people wanting to talk to Y/N. Yes, some people were football fans but a vast majority were there for Y/N, some nervous, some practically jumping out of their skins.

“Damn dude, you’re beyond lucky,” said some guy to me as his wife took a picture with Y/N. 

“I know I am,” I responded, Y/N giving me a flash of a smile.

“She needs a break,” whispered Eric in my ear. I stepped forward and cut off the next gaggle of women that wanted to approach. 

“Excuse me, I need to steal Y/N for a minute,” I said, taking her arm and leading her down the large open hall.

“Thanks,” she said, grabbing a glass of champagne off a servers tray. She knocked it back and I started to scan the room in search of water for her.

“Hi,” said a teenage girl in a light blue dress, approaching slowly. She seemed out of place at the event filled with adults in designer clothes. “I’m Cecilia Monroe, Sebastian Monroe’s daughter.”

Ah she was this guys kid. That made sense. “Nice to meet you. We haven’t met your father yet. We’d like to thank him for his numerous donations to the Wolves charity over the years.”

“You have a lovely home,” said Y/N, the girl blushing, clasping her hand over her wrist in a failed attempt to hide her friendship bracelet. Y/N caught it and smiled. “Did you go to the tour this year?”

“Uh yeah. My dad got VIP tickets,” she said shyly, suddenly straightening her back. “I’ll be on the veranda. Please come find me when you’re through with my dad. It’s very important.”

She scuttled away, Y/N raising an eyebrow.

“I think you have a superfan,” I chuckled, Y/N biting her lip. “You think she’s a problem?”

“No. She’s a fan clearly but I don’t know,” she said, waving for Eric and Sloane to join us from where they stood together by a table of appetizers. 

“You two good?” asked Sloane, their eyes finding the young girl and watching her leave.

“Keep an eye on that girl,” Y/N said, nodding as Cecilia went through open back doors outside. They both readied themselves but Y/N shook her head. “Just watch her. This might be a Denver situation.”

“Denver?” I asked, Eric frowning. 

“Fan in Denver was being abused by her parents. Subtly asked Y/N for help at an event. Smart kid actually,” said Eric. “Sloane and I can try a soft approach with the girl, get a feel for if something is up, relay we can keep her safe .”

“This guy does have a lot of private security,” said Sloane. “If something’s happening, she may feel safer knowing we can protect her in the interim.”

“Let’s go talk to the girl,” said Y/N just as a man in a very nice suit came striding down the hall towards us. “I think that’s our host.”

“Eric, Sloane, go see what’s up. We can fend for ourselves for awhile,” I said. They scuttled away as the man greeted us, holding out a hand and shaking mine firmly.

“Sebastian Monroe,” he said with a pleasant enough smile. “And you two are the power couple my teenage daughter will not stop talking about.”

“Yeah, we get that a lot. We said hello to her earlier,” said Y//N with a fake smile, staying close to my side when the men looked like he was going to reach for her hand. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Dean Winchester,” I said, taking my hand back, the other wrapped around Y/N’s waist. The man only smiled though, like we didn’t need to introduce ourselves. “I’ve heard you’re a Wolves fan.”

“Oh not anymore than anyone else,” he said with a wave of his hand. “Although a signed jersey by you would certainly go for big bucks at our next charity auction.”

“We’ll have to make that happen for sure,” I said, not enjoying the way his gaze traveled down Y/N’s body. I’d seen it plenty of times tonight but his seemed the most sleazy of all. 

“Speaking of the auction, where are the tables? I’d love to donate,” said Y/N.

“Right side of the veranda, sweetie.” Y/N hummed, giving me a look to join her as soon as I could. “Boy, if I was ten years younger.”

I couldn’t hide my annoyance, Sebastian flashing me a smile. “Oh no. Please go ahead and tell me what you’d do if you were ten years younger.”

“Easy kid. Half the population would bone her if they could,” he said, sipping from the glass in his hand. He took his turn to eye me, a curious look on his face. “You know, I could be inclined to offer another sizeable donation to the Wolves charity for those kids if I could get one of those signed jerseys myself.”

I bit my tongue, both of us aware of the clear message. Refuse and good ol’ Sebastian stops donating a million dollars each year to kids in poverty.

“I’m sure you got one around here somewhere we could fix up,” I said. Sebastian threw an arm over my shoulder and I hide my cringe. 

“Good man. Come on. I got one right in my game room.”

Reader POV

There wasn’t really anything you wanted from the silent auction but you had found a general donation slip at the end of the table and jotted down your agent’s information. You’d looked around for Eric and Sloane or the girl when you finished but hadn’t found any of them which probably wasn’t a good sign. You frowned and walked over the railings edge, looking around the dim yard for any sign of them.

“Bruschetta?” asked one of the servers. 

“No thank you,” you said without looking.

“I must insist,” he said. You rolled your eyes, ready to give it to this guy but something seemed familiar about him. He handed you one on a small napkin as you kept staring. “Take a bite and smile, pretend it’s really good.”

You’d had more than a handful of dangerous fan interactions over the years but this felt…different.

You did as he asked, faking wide eyes at the average at best food. “Who are you?”

“Do not make a scene,” he said as you finished off the food. “I need to get to your bodyguards.”

“Are you trying to protect that girl? Cecilia?” you asked as you played along and took another piece off the tray.

“What? No. I don’t have time for this,” he said, stepping in front of you, your gaze narrowing. “Do not ask questions. Just get me and Max the fuck out of here.”

“Max?” Your heart skipped a beat, the food falling from your hand as you understand where you’d seen him before. “Y-You’re Sam.”

“We’re watched. Get your guards to get us out. Don’t get caught or we’re dead,” he said, turning away and offering a couple nearby food from his tray. You swallowed, instantly putting on your performer’s smile. The one you wore that time you had food poisoning during a concert and were throwing up between songs back in the summer. The crowd had no fucking clue you felt like shit while you gave them the show of their lives.

Time to act your fucking ass off. 

You walked past Sam without a second glance, wishing you could ask him all the questions swirling around in your head. Tell him he was going to be okay. Give him a damn hug and tell him he was safe now.

But you wore that damn smile, all while your blood was boiling. You’d had a lot of dark fantasies about what you’d do to the person that took Max. In recent weeks that’d turned to include Sam too. 

It turned out the monster was a hundred feet away from you inside some fucking mansion.

“Y/N,” said Sloane, appearing through a set of open doors in the house, catching your arm a little roughly. “Stay in public.”

“I need to talk-” She shot daggers at you, shutting you up. 

“Stay in public for the love of god or Eric will kill me,” she said, loosening her grip. “In forty five seconds I need you to be the biggest distraction in the world. Do not go in any rooms with anyone. Your fame will keep you safe but only if there are people around to witness it. Eric has eyes on him. Do not ask questions. Understand?”

“Sam’s on the veranda,” you whispered, Sloane nodding. Cecilia must have told her and Eric about your brothers.

“Go give us a shot to get them out of here.” You nodded and slipped inside, heart thumping away in your throat. Max was with with Eric. Wherever he was, he was with Eric. He was safe. And Sam should have been with Sloane by then. They were both safe.

As long as they got them out of this house and into the damn car before anyone could notice. Before all those private security guards seemingly on the edge of every room could stop them. Your driver was fast though. They just had to get the boys in the car and they’d be alright.

So you needed to be a distraction. A big fucking distraction and buy them time. You froze in the middle of the hallway, watching Sebastian leave a room with Dean by his side, horribly annoyed from the looks of it. An idea sparked in your mind, one you hoped Dean forgave you for someday. 

Yeah, you knew how to cause a big fucking distraction alright.

Dean POV

“You son of a bitch!” screamed Y/N. Normal people could scream loud. A goddamn professional singer that could belt out ballads while running? The whole house went silent at her ear piercing shriek. Even the string orchestra stopped playing. I stared at her as she climbed on top of a table in the center hall, my eyes going wide. “You fucking cheater! You’re a fucking cheater Dean Winchester!”

“Excuse me?” I said, a hundred already with their phones out with even more people piling into the house from the veranda. “Sweetheart-”

“Don’t sweetheart me!” she screamed again. What the fuck was happening? “You’re a cheating bastard! You swore you were different!”

“Y/N, get off the table,” I said gently, very aware of the many phones that were facing us, even some from the freaking staff and private event security. Y/N only backed away when I reached for her, fury in her eyes so visceral it felt like it burned. “Y/N what-”

“I know what you did with her! By the fucking cherry blossoms? Our cherry blossoms? You think you can sleep around on me? I’m the motherfucking Princess of Pop! The world fucking loves me!” 

Something was wrong. Besides the fact I hadn’t cheated, Y/N wasn’t one to scream at people from tabletops. She wasn’t drunk and she wasn’t on drugs. And we had no fucking cherry blossoms. Except for the fact it was the code to get in her house. 

Trust. She was asking me to fucking trust her right now in front of three hundred people while she tore down my reputation.

If my girl was losing her shit, well damn I was going to play right along.

“Oh get off your high fucking horse!” I shouted, Y/N flinching for a brief moment like it’d stung. “I never made you promises. We aren’t even fucking exclusive!”

“What?!” she shouted back as Sebastian came over, clearing his throat.

“Perhaps if you two could-”

“This bitch is a moron for thinking I’d ever want someone like her. Of course I’m dicking around with you! You really think I want some goodie two shoes like you?”

“Man whore!” she shouted.

“Fucking prude!” I screamed back, praying to god Y/N knew that every word out of my mouth was a lie. “No wonder no one wants to date you. Getting in your pants wasn’t even worth it!”

“Funny since getting in yours just takes a smile. I’m surprised you haven’t contracted every disease known to man you pig!”

“At least I get some! You’re wound up so tight surprised anything can fucking fit up there!” Fuck, I was really going to hate myself in the morning.

Y/N was halfway through screaming back at me when I felt both my phone and Y/N’s go off in my pocket.

YOUR BROTHERS ARE SAFE. HOST SECURITY KNOWS WE GOT THEM OUT. OUR SECURITY & FEDS ON THE WAY. ETA TEN MINUTES. DON’T TRUST LOCAL COPS. CORRUPTED. HOST IS BAD GUY. STAY AWAY FROM HIM AND GUARDS. DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO TO STAY IN PUBLIC. 

“What the fuck does brothers safe mean?” I asked, tossing my phone to her. Y/N caught it one handed, her whole body relaxing momentarily before tensing again, her rage suddenly on it’s true target.

Sebastian Monroe.

“Our brothers were here,” she grit out. She ripped off her heels and hopped down onto the floor, stalking over to Sebastian slowly like he was her prey. Her face darkened and I swore she looked ready to tear someone’s throat out. “Our baby brothers were in this fucking house! As your servers! Not of their free will! No. No, they were being watched. Forced. Last I checked, our baby brothers were kidnapped and they didn’t get un-fucking kidnapped.”

She gripped her heel tight in her left hand, right clenched so hard I saw the bone against the skin of her knuckles.

“I don’t care if you weren’t the one that took them. But you kept them and I’m going to fucking destroy you for it,” she growled, approaching him as my brain tried to catch up. 

“Y/N what are-”

“I saw Sam! And he was scared and said they’d kill him if he got caught talking to me. They’re safe now but Sam and Max were forced to live here. By him.” Her head turned towards Sebastian, his own head glancing at his security team. “What the fuck did you do to our brothers?”

It clicked for me what she’d been saying, what the text meant, why Y/N had acted so out of character. So full of hatred. But I barely had a chance to feel that same hatred. 

Because in the blink of an eye, one of Sebastian’s guards grabbed at Y/N and her fist shot out, connecting with the man’s jaw. He seemed alarmed at her strength and fell back, another guard trying to get their hands on her.

“Get off!” she shouted, kneeing another guy before flipping him on his back. But there were too many of them and I rushed forward, yanking her behind me just as Sebastian got in my face.

He eyed me up and down, smirking at me. “Oh you two just made a big mistake.”

He clasped his hands together loudly as his guards surrounded us, turning his attention to the rest of the party.

“Let’s give the love birds some privacy to sort out their issues,” he chuckled. “And maybe keep an eye on the open bar, hm?”

He spun back around and leaned in close, the stench of cigars and alcohol on his breath. 

“Get your brothers back here or I’ll fuck her up so badly there won’t be anything left to bury.” He gripped my shoulder, too forcefully. “And then I’ll bury you alive in the woods all the while the world will think you got in a drunken accident on the way home. After all you had a very loud and public argument tonight. With the friends I have in certain positions of authority…I can make even you two disappear like nothing.”

Y/N gripped the back of my suit jacket tight, a slight tremble in her hand as she listened to him speak.

“Get those boys back and get those guards back in the next ten minutes or I start cutting off pieces of the damn princess of pop.”

________

A/N: Read the Final Part here!

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean x you #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfic #dean x #dean winchester fanfic #football au

[saintmagx]

✨ Cruel Summer ✨

pairing: Solo Sikoa x reader, Jey Uso x reader (briefly)

AN: Literally making this for myself, so if I do ever end up publishing - enjoy I guess? 🤪

w/c: 1198

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ , swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity(if you squint), jealous Jey, toxic behaviour, bad/embarrassing writing ⚠️

doesn’t follow a specific timeline however it is more recent, total divas making a return.

✨ I love you ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard - he looks up grinning like the devil ✨

• ❃°•°❀°•°❃•❃°•°❀°•°❃•❃°•°❀°•°❃•❃°•°❀°•°❃•

“I dunno Trin, the thought of being recorded for 12 hours of the day, like, I enjoy my privacy”.

“Think about it as an opportunity, having the fans see a different side of you. Showing them how hard you work your ass off.”

Trinity is my best friend, she helped me out so much when I joined the WWE 6 years ago. She and her husband Jon took me into their family and helped me adapt into the crazy world of being a WWE superstar.

“Just think about it is all I’m saying. It’ll be fun” trin says nudging me.

Ever since I moved here, we have had a weekly tradition of Wednesday Girls Night, its just snacks, Chinese takeout, and movies, it’s just time for us to catch up and wind down from the gruelling travel schedule.

Right on queue at exactly 11:30pm Jon walks in the door.

“Times up ladies” he says, which is swiftly followed by two pillows being thrown at his head.

“Come on uce, you know better than to interrupt gIrLs NiGhT”

The couch beside me dipped and once again I felt the heat from the body of Josh Fatu, my one weakness. His hand falls to his side and creeps closer to me caressing the side of my bare thigh. You see what people don’t know is Josh and I have an ‘agreement’ - no feelings, just sex and friendship, and it was going great until it wasn’t, feeling were caught, specifically by me and I’m stuck between a rock and hard place as I’m falling hard for him, but I cant let this agreement end because I would rather have him this way than not have him at all.

“Spoke with Joe today, Hunter is bringing him up to the main roster, can’t wait to have my other younger brother fighting by my side”. A third pillow is thrown at Jon from the direction of Josh.

“We are twins, and you are only older by 8 minutes”.

Never a dull moment where the Fatu boys are concerned.

• ❃°•°❀°•°❃•❃°•°❀°•°❃•❃°•°❀°•°❃•❃°•°❀°•°❃• 

First day of filming (TD Interview Segment)

Okay, so lets start with a basic intro okay? Ready, go!

The room falls silent the light shines bright on me, I have at least 6 pair of eyes on me, goading me into starting. Gosh why did I sign up to do this!!!

Hi there, my names yn, I am currently on the Smackdown roster and I am the current WWE Women’s Champion.

I’ve been with the WWE for 6 years now and I wouldn’t have survived if it wasn’t for my adoptive sister Trinity, she took me under her wing and I’ve been there ever since. As you guys know – and if you didn't know, the accent should be a huge giveaway, I’m originally from the United Kingdom, I came to the states with a dream in hand and no one there to help me through this bumpy ride. I can never repay her or Jon for the way they have accepted and welcomed me into their little dynamic. Although, travelling the world with Jon and Josh is hard work, they boys are chaotic, I don't know how Trin managed to do it herself for so long!

• ❃°•°❀°•°❃•❃°•°❀°•°❃•❃°•°❀°•°❃•❃°•°❀°•°❃•

Friday Night Smackdown, Atlanta Georgia, 8 weeks before Survivor Series

Walking into the arena for Smackdown I get a message from Hunter asking to meet him in his office. A mixture of anxiety and curiosity fill in the pit of my stomach. In his office I’m met with the familiar faces of Jon, Josh, and Joseph, smiling I look over to Hunter who invites me to sit.

“I got your message, what’s up?

“We have been toying with the idea of a cross brand rivalry - for Survivor Series. Now that Joe has come up to the main roster, we think the Usos and Solo v The Judgement Day would pique interest from the WWE universe.”

“So why am I here?”

“Demi is the Women’s World Champion and part of Judgment Day; it would only seem right that she faces the Women’s Champion”.

Without hesitation I accept. Hunter debriefs us on how it’s going to play out over the next few weeks. We will have to be on both RAW and Smackdown over the next few weeks, so looks like it will be me and the brothers travelling together since Trin is exclusive to Smackdown!

Gorilla, few hours later (TD segment)

Tonight, I have a singles match, however Demi has to interfere and cost me the match – thus starting our road to Survivor Series.

I see Hunter in his usual place over at the screens with his headset on talking to Randy Orton, Randy spots me and immediately comes over to me.

“There’s my favourite girl.”

“I wouldn’t let your wife hear you say that Randy”.

Randy Orton, he is exactly how you would imagine him to be, a cocky little shit, flirtatious as hell, a menace but he has a heart of gold. Many nights we would hit the gym together and training with him before his injury really improved my in-ring ability. He is another one I would call my family away from family.

A familiar scent fills my nostrils, Josh. He stands next to me wrapping his arm around me pulling me closer, as if to stake his claim in me.

“I’ve been looking for you, come on let’s go”.

I smile apologetically at Randy, he just waves me off laughing, as much as I say people don’t know anything about me and Josh, it’s not to say there isn’t rumours flying around, people have their own take on it, and that’s okay, we just laugh it off.

Trin and Jon (TD Interview segment)

“You see yn and josh think they are so slick hiding their little late-night rendezvous” says Jon

Trin sighing, “I just wish they would bang their heads together and realise they are meant to be. Think of the double dates we could finally have Jon.”

Jon’s laugh fills the small interview room, “yeah it would be sweet, and yn is already like family, it would be an easy transition.”

Away from the cameras

“What were you talking to Randy about?” Josh quizzes

“Nothing, you came in and ushered me away before I could say anything.”

“Good, I don’t like it when you get attention from other guys, just me, okay?”

“I think you’ll find Josh that I can speak to who I like”. I say frustrated with his behaviour.

You see as much as I love Josh, this, this right here the way he wants to have his cake and eat it too drives me insane. I so much as look at another guy and he is right there to remind me I’m his, yet he can look at and speak to as many girls and I can’t say shit.

“I’ve got a match to get to, I’ll see you later J.”

“Goodluck out there baby girl, not that you need it.” Before he can come any closer to me, I slip out the room and let my frustrated sigh out. How much longer am I going to keep torturing myself.  

  • ❃°•°❀°•°❃•❃°•°❀°•°❃•❃°•°❀°•°❃•❃°•°❀°•°❃•

#solo sikoa smut #solo sikoa #solo sikoa x reader #solo silos x yn #solo sikoa x you #jey uso x reader #jey uso #wwe fanfiction #wwe #fan fiction #jey uso smut #wweedit #the usos #total divas #solo sikoa fan fiction #jey uso fan fiction #Fatu #josh Fatu #Joseph Fatu #wwe x reader

[tojisbbygworl]

BEYONCÉ?- Miles Morales Imagine

This is literally just a stupid little idea I thought of when I saw the Beyoncé Spidersona that Sony posted

“Could this day get any damn weirder?”

Miles looked to his left just in time to dodge the T-Rex coming at him in full speed. He didn’t have time to collect himself before more barrages of Spider people began running into him. “I guess it can.”

There was no time to think, all he could do was run, shoot, and flip. He doesn’t even know where he’s going for real. He just has to get the hell out of there.

Even though he’s panicking, he considers that he’s doing a pretty good job at avoiding Miguel. But when he looks up, he sees the hundreds of Spidermen ready to jump at him on Miguel’s command. “There’s no where to run.”

Yeah that’s what that guy thinks. Miles turns and busts out the window wasting no time.

As he plummets through the air, he has time to collect himself. But, since he just can’t catch a break, he hears a loud buzzing sound behind him. He turns in the air to come face to face with a…spider…bee…lady?

Her outfit is black and yellow with a large mask fitting over her face. The mask was more of a helmet if anything, and had long antennas coming out of the top. She had long beautiful honey blonde hair…and she was flying right at him.

“Oh come the fuck on!” He tries to turn back around but before he can hit the ground, he feels a web on his back. Then he get pulled through the air. He tries desperately to reach around and grab the string, but it’s hard when you’re being flung through the air by a crazy bee woman.

She slams him into a building creating a crater for him to rest in. He shakes his head and looks at her hovering in the air in front of him. “I ain’t never heard of a flying spider.”

She puts her hands on her hips. “My name is Spider-Bey.”

Miles furrows his brows. Her voice was deep and very southern. It sounds…familiar. Extremely familiar. “Oh okay, so you’re like a Bee and a Spider? That’s cool.”

“Thank you,” she says, her southern drawl coming out even more from excitement. She must have liked his compliment. Then the crazy woman reaches into her back and unsheathes a long, black, and skinny katana, pointing it at him.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Miles begins to frantically back into the crater. “What the hell is that? You just get weirder!”

She presses it to his chest. “I was cool 5 seconds ago now I’m weird? Don’t get stung, boy.” Ohhhh he gets it. It’s her stinger. Because she’s a bee. Bees sting. Ahh, okay.

“Before we continue,” he says gulping. “Do I know you? I feel like I know you.”

“I’m very popular amongst most universes.” She answers simply, not faultering.

Miles pauses…then he perks up a bit. Then he gasps. Before he can say anything, both their spider senses tingle. She scoffs and rolls her eyes, flying herself upwards just before the wall breaks open, courtesy of Miguel and the rest of the spider society. She stares at them falling and chuckles to herself when she hears Miles shout:

That was really fun to write. I hope y’all thought it was cute. I was imagining a mixture between the spidersona outfit in the picture and her America has a problem outfit that she wears during the Renaissance World Tour that I often call Renny Sauce for short:

If I was an artist I would draw what I was thinking but I am not so use ur imagination. Alright that’s all! Imma end this with, get ur tickets for the American leg of the RWT if you haven’t alr. Sry to the European babes

#across the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales imagine #spidersona #beyoncé #spiderbey #spideryoncé

[hopelesswritergall]

I went full Picsart on this!

Requested by no one other than my imagination and inspired by @valeskafics and @sapphire-writes . Just their entire blogs, go read it!

Thank you @annikin-im-panicin for helping me out with some of them!

Warnings: Alcohol, throwing up. Let me know if I missed any.

Taglist: None, Lmk if you want to be added!

Yes you are a silly drunk and yes I used silly nicknames.

Is it implied that you are sorta fwb with almost everyone? Yes yes it is.

Reblogs,Comments and follows are greatly appreaciated. Let me know what you thought about it!

Modern!Aegon

If this bitch ain’t the one who got you drunk then he sure is the one who gets to have fun!

He got a call from you which was just gibberish, the only thing he could pick up was drunk, pick me up and party. His face: 🤨. TF is he supposed to do with party?! But luckily for him he made you install friend locator. Hah suck it Y/N it is useful and it was worth spending money on for the premium version! He will so rub it in your face later on.

So let’s say he does find you at 3 am absolutely hammered. Like you just went into a liquor store and bought it all. That’s how Aegon described it but we can’t really trust this little shit.

First of all he safely parked the car before walking towards you, and him being the little annoying cunt he is started filming it all. He got all your weird drunk confessions that should have stayed in the dark. “Aegon your uncle Daemon is like hot. So are your mom and aunt. Why is everyone so handsome!” You clutched onto him as if your life depended on it. “Whoa Princess, I know I’m super attractive and all that but no need to rip out my hair.”

The walk to his car should have been really short but…. no. You being supported by him decided to try to go pet a cat walking down the street. The cat did not like you and it did not end well. “Why does everyone hate me!?” Cue your crying and Aegon just desperately trying to stifle his laugh.

An extra stop at the pharmacy to get some band aids for you. You insisted on the Disney ones, cause they looked cool. At this point he was just straight up laughing at you.

His apartment was closer than yours and with your state you just needed a fucking shower and sleep. So he just took you to his apartment, and looking back he was really glad helaena lived down the street.

He carried you inside as your legs gave up and called Helaena to help you get ready. Normally the boy wouldn’t mind but even Aegon knows that a drunk person should be treated with care and not getting fucked by him in the shower. Which you totally didn’t do once or twice……..

When you were all cleaned up Helaena took her leave and you guys were alone again. “Alright Princess, you take the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch,” he couldn’t finish his sentence before you already started to huff. “What’s the matter?” “Don’t want to sleep alone Aeggy.” you said. “Want me to stay with you?” Aegon asked. He didn’t mind, of course he didn’t! He just wanted you to feel comfortable. “Mhm.” Cue the quick nodding from you.

So he held you in his arms till you woke up. Then he just laughed at you but did give you painkillers. Cause he ain’t that much of a bitch.

Modern!Aemond

He is the friend who said: “Do you need me to pick you up after the party is over?” And dumbass you said: “No don’t worry I won’t get that drunk.” You did you did get that drunk

But Aemond half believing you was in his comfortable clothes at his home 30 minutes away from you watching Gilmore Girls. (He just looks like he would enjoy it).

When suddenly his phone rang. “Hello with Aemond.” As soon as he said that fucking crying could be heard from the other line. “Aem I’m lost.” He could barely make out the words you said. “Y/N, baby where are you?” Frantically searching his car keys while also talking to you led to multiple things ending up on the floor. Nothing shattered but still a bloody mess. What he does for you is insane.

“If I knew that I wouldn’t be crying…” Okay she had a fair point. “Alright miss im so smart. Where was the party? At who’s place?” “At Starks place. You know the one dude.” “Yes . I’m familiar with him. I’ll come and search for you. Just try to find a recognisable place. Like a 7/11 or something like that? Aight love? Can you do that for me?” Aemond knew he shouldn’t be driving and talking on the phone but you were a different story’s. He loved you and he couldn’t bear the thought of you being alone, drunk and most possibly scared.

“I SEE A LIGHT! OMG ITS A CASINO.” Your shouting almost made him go deaf. Aemond blinked a few times before calmly replying. “Thanks love I think I know where you are.” Followed by a quick sigh of him getting the ear damage. “I’m going to bet my money.” You said and Aemond could just hear your smile through the phone. “No no missy, you are staying at the front of the building alright?” “Yes sir!”

Once he finally found you he noticed you were wearing one shoe. He made the connection that you had been killing you ankles walking on one heel this entire time. “You couldn’t take off the other heel?” He asked you with a small chuckle at your drunk antics. “Uhm no. I had to be fashionable.”

“Come on love. Your carriage awaits” he opened the door for you and smiles as you giggled at his choice of words.

The ride home was calm and nothing but silence. That was a lie!

You spent the entire ride telling him about everything you thought you saw. "Bettany kisses Jason,even though she was with James." You whispered, almost scared or being heard.

"OH no!" Aemond feigned surprise and put his hand dramatically to his head.

When you did finally come home he was sure to bath you very very gently. Not touching you in any way. (He is very polite and a gentleman)

You have had slept together on multiple occasions before. Maybe fucking maybe not. Who knows......

So it wasn't a problem for him to just put on his pyjama and get into bed next to you just holding you till you slept.

He was sure to remind you to listen to him more often

Modern!Daemon

Some background info. This can be interpreted as dilf daemon cause it is mentioned that Jace is his stepson.

So his stepson Jacaerys asked to throw a party in the mansion this Friday evening. Who was Daemon to refuse? Especially after he mentioned he would be inviting his childhood friend Y/N.

Oh if only Jace knew what is going on between his step-dad and best friend . Well maybe better if he didn't. ;)

So he quickly accepted the proposal but on one condition! Daemon was allowed to stay in the mansion at all times

He didn't really attend the party until he spotted you entering, an suddenly he was seemingly everywhere where you were.

It became kind of difficult to pretend nothing was going on between you and Jace's stepfather, but thank the gods for Alcohol!!

Jace would be drunk and had caught you guys making out, but instead of reacting right there and then he just left. Weird..

But somewhat later when you made yourself presentable again. he approached you. You were completely prepared for him to shout at you. Instead he goes like: "Bro, I think im hallucinating. I just saw you and Daemon's hallucination make out."

"Yeah, weird......"

You could've left like any sane person would do, but luckily for us you aren't. You went straight to the alcohol, doing shots and sipping combinations i would not recommend.

Daemon had been in the shadows after getting caught. Like Rhaenyra knows about it, hell Daemon knows about Harwin. But they were like, we love each other but also others.

Jace however wasn't aware yet.

So when he saw you drinking that awfully mixed abomination. Like he didn't stop you, but he also didn't cheer it on.

The party went on for a while and after about an hour (don't factcheck me on this one) the drink really hit you like a train.

My god, you were challenging everyone to literally everything. You had lost your coat and were just walking around with a tank top and shorts in the evening while its Winter!!

So Daemom came to the rescue. Grabbing your coat and pulling you away from the mass, he checked if you had any injuries.

"I'm taking you home, you cant go home yourself in this state."

"State? We're not in the United States?" "Oh dear."

He informed a half passed out Jace that he was taking you home and Daemon thinks he half got the message

While driving you home you were like Grogu in that one scene. Touch everything!!

"No love, you just locked the doors. No thats the radio. What do you mean with: Why do i not have a turbo?"

Daemon could feel grey hairs coming.

Once at your flat he used the emergency key and led you inside.

"Wow, who lives here?" Daemon thought you were kidding when you said that.

"Stay put! I do not want you moving off this couch, im going to grab you some stuff so do not make this any more difficult than it needs to be"

You saluted him. "YES SIR YES."

He knew where you kept your tea, heating pad and Ibuprofen.

He ended spending the night there to watch over you. Mama bear Daemon at its finest.

Modern!Jace

Daemon is a caring type after things go south, Jace is a Mom friend all the time.

When you told Jace about the party he gave the usual lecture. “Call me when you arrive and leave. Don’t forget to drink water and don’t die.”

Normally Jace would’ve joined you but he unfortunately had to do a project with Cregan.

So off you went, feeling amazing and fabulous in your new outfit.

It wasn’t that far away from your guy’s apartment, you have been sharing it since a year now.

So you went walking, that would’ve been a big problem later. Especially for Jace.

When you arrived everything was fine, nice music, good vibes and good drinks.

After getting a few light drinks you started to up the game. Doing a few shots. As you took a whiskey shot you could feel it burning.

Listen normally you would be responsible and stop drinking all these stuff at the same time, but yeah……. Not this time.

Mix after mix after different drinks.

As expected you ran to the toilet and there it came. The aftermath of your actions. Well not even the aftermath just consequences

Aegon being a slightly good friend called Jace. Did it come out coherent? NO. But it’s the thought that matters.💕

“Y/N? Oh wait Aegon. Why are you calling from Y/N’s phone. Did she die?!” Jace was already putting on his shoes while talking on the phone.

“Threwssdd upps”

How the fuck was Jace suppose to decipher that gibberish?

“Are you at the main dorm?” “Yes.”

“Alright I’m coming, just don’t let die”

Our homeboy Jace was speed walking until he heard the music

As he entered the house he could see you, with Aegon. He was trying his best to hold your hair out of your way. He did a decent job at it.

“Thanks Aegon, I’ll handle her further.”

“Alright pretty lady, let’s get your hair out of your face first.” Jace pulled out his emergency hair tie he always had on him and tied your hair in a ponytail.

He hoisted you up and let you lean on him while walking. This time he decided that the walk through the park would be better since it had more lights so you could see where you were going.

You immediately got interested by the violets that were growing there. “Oh my god! So pretty they also smell,” And you threw up again. “Nice.” You finished your sentence.

“Let’s just get you home safely and get you to get it all out of your system love.”

After what felt like the longest fucking walk in history you finally made it home. Jace dropped you off at the bathroom, so he could grab some supplies.

He grabbed water, water and more water. :D

#hotd headcanon #modern hotd #house of the dragon x you #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon fic #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen x you #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon x you #daemon x reader #daemon targaryen #daemon #hotd #hotd fic #hotd x reader #hotd headcanons #Jace velaryon x reader #jacaerys x reader #Aegon x reader #aegon ii x reader #aemond x reader #jace velaryon x reader #jace velaryon #jacaerys velaryon x reader #jacaerys velaryon #aegon targaryen x reader #modern!aegon targaryen #modern!aemond #modern!daemon #modern!jace

[mrwavellswaps]

More Than He Bargained For

Fuck yeah! I can’t believe that stupid magic spell shit actually fucking worked! I’ve got my neighbours dick!

Earlier this week I’d seen my neighbour Ryan out in his back garden from my bedroom window. He walked out to get his clothes off the line but I guess he thought nobody could see him as he went out completely nude and his dick on display. After that I just couldn’t get it out of my head. His cock was massive even when soft. I could only imagine how huge it’d be when it was hard.

Truth he told I’d always had a bit of a crush on Ryan so seeing that he was thick and hung certainly elevated that crush. Only problem was, he’s straight. Despite that I just couldn’t get the idea of touching his dick out of my mind!

Long story short I ended up wandering into a magic shop where I found a spell that was capable of switching traits between two people. I bought it more for a laugh really as it was surprisingly cheap. I wasn’t expecting it to actually be real!

When I got home I thought I might as well mess around with it and maybe jerk off to the idea of it doing something. Only when I wished for it swap my dick with Ryan’s, I felt a strange tingling in my crotch. Next thing you know my cock is expanding before my eyes until I have beer can thick monster between my legs!

So here I am stood with my neighbour’s giant dick between my legs and hard as fuck. Oh god it feels so good to touch. I can only just barely fit my hand the whole way round. Damn the chicks are gonna go crazy for this thing!

Wait… what am I saying? Chicks? I’m gay! I like dudes and… oh fuck. Why is my dick going soft? But I love jock butts!? Fuck… do I? Come to think of it the idea of a woman’s beautiful heart shaped pillow of an ass sounds pretty damn good as well… annnnnd I’m hard again.

Oh god… I think I know what’s happening to me. My neighbour was straight and now I have his dick so that means I want whatever his dick wanted! And his dick wanted some sweet juicy pussy to slide into! Ooooh fuck yep! It bucked a little at that idea.

Maybe I should head down to club and try to pick up a hot babe to bring back and fuck heheheh. Hopefully one with huge tits I can squeeze and a nice wet pussy that can handle my fat fuckin monster dick!… fuck I can’t believe I just said that… but I don’t regret it. I think being a straight guy from now on might be fun. Sure it’ll weird having to find a way to explain to family and friends why I suddenly have a craving for tits and pussy when I came out as gay a couple years back but I’m gonna have to. After all I don’t think I could ever go back. Not when I’ve got a dick like this now!

Welp I better start getting ready. Gotta look my best for the ladies if want to have their pussies dripping for me. I hope Ryan enjoys having my old gay cock because he sure as hell ain’t having his straight pussy loving monster back!

#magic #cock swap #cock theft #gay to straight #mental change #unintentional #neighbour #short story

[no-see-um-incorrect]

could you maybe write a mini fic about Charlie and Casper having a cuddly night in

(no problem boo I got you❤️)

I am buzzing with excitement over the fact that Charlie was just confirmed as a chronic a little spoon so I hope you enjoy 

It was a long day. A long day of short tips and short tempers. Charlie was used to dealing with rude ass customers and people who take basic human decency as a suggestion. But today it was just getting to him. and he needed something to help it. or more correctly someones.

“Casper I’m home!” he sets his backpack down, takes off his shoes and hangs up his puffer jacket and hears scampering and footsteps coming down the stairs followed by a familiar chattering noise. “hey there little buddy” the little masked ball of fluff snuggles his face against Charlie’s pant leg “I told you daddy was coming home” Casper walks up to Charlie and wraps their arms around his neck and pulls him into a kiss. Charlie polled them closer into a tight hug.

“you good baby?”

“yeah…I just really missed you today” Casper gave him a kiss on the jaw and a good squeeze “well you’re home now. I already got your towel and PJs ready so all you need to do is get in the shower and I’ll order food. Sound good?” He nods and heads to the shower

After he’s done in the shower he gets changed into the baggy pajama pants, Casper had cleaned for him. Casper had washed his bedtime Sweet Pete’s shirt but Charlie’s brain wasn’t cooperating with the fact that he had fabric on his chest and arms so he went shirtless. He walked out of the master bath into the bedroom and sees Casper just getting done putting on their own jammies 

“ooOoOoO titties out? Hell yeah!” “yeah for some reason a shirt just didn’t feel right” Casper wraps their arms around Charlie’s waist and kisses his neck “there little busy tonight so the foods going to be at least a half hour-45 minutes. Hope that’s OK” “that’s fine Cas. I can wait….do you wanna go lay on the couch till they get here?” Casper nods and they make their way to the living room. Casper plopped down on the couch back first, and made grabby hands towards their standing boyfriend. Charlie rolls his eyes and crawls on top of Casper laying his head on their chest.

Casper starts running their fingers through Charlie’s hair. They wrapped their legs around him and kissed the top of his head. All is content.

That is until they hear a little chattering before Charlie feels a soft fluffy mass on the dip of his back.

“is that the little guy?” His speech muffled by Caspers chest. Casper let out a mischievous giggle, which is the only answer he needed. “want me to move him?” Charlie shook his head before nuzzling his face deeper into Caspers chest. “if he wants to cuddle he can cuddle. but I ain’t moving for shit” Casper kissed the top of his head and lightly traced their fingernails down his neck and shoulders up and down. Charlie tightened his arms around their torso. and although the feeling was muffled, they could feel him kissing their chest. 

“I love you Charlie” he lifts his head up and gives them a kiss “love you too Cas…I needed this Today” “well it’s here anytime you want it baby you just say the word” they give him a soft kiss on the forehead, and he lays his head back down on Caspers chest, this time snuggling into the crook of their neck 

The end

I could’ve made this with a lot more angst than there had to be. Hope you enjoy. 

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice charlie #writing #no see um kisses💋💋💋 #no see um writing #no see um concept #yuurivoice fic #yuurivoice casper #I don’t know if this is exactly what you wanted. I kind of just took the prompt and ran with it. #I hope that’s OK #fluffy #sickeningly sweet #Super fluffy #fluff and only fluff

[lcandothisallday]

Someone Better - Jack Harlow x f!reader

summary: jack is in love with you and he has to see you be with a guy that treats you like shit

Jack laid on his bed, his fingers intertwined as he stared up at the ceiling. Meanwhile, Urban was sat in front of his laptop, looking over his shots and editing meticulously.

“I think...” Jack spoke up, pausing before letting out a sigh. “I think she’s falling in love with the guy she’s fucking.”

Urban paused what he was doing, spinning around in the chair and raising a brow. “How do you know?”

Jack sat up and shrugged. “Just a feeling I guess...she’s always excited to see him. And she wants me to meet him,” he frowned.

“So what are you gonna do?”

Jack thought about it for a moment before he shrugged. “Ain’t nothin’ for me to do...what am I gonna take away her happiness?” he frowned. “Nah--I don’t think I can do that to her.”

Urban scoffed. “She’s the only girl you’ve ever been in love with. You need to step up and tell her otherwise you’re gonna end up lonely,” he pointed out.

The curly haired man rolled his eyes, “she doesn’t like me like that, man.”

Urban at that moment was ready to smack the shit out of his best friend. “Are you fucking kidding me? Do you see the way she looks at you?”

Jack bit his lip and shrugged nonchalantly, despite actually perking up and wanting to know. “How?”

Urban smirked, “she looks at you like you’re her entire world. She gets flustered easily and she’s always vying for your reactions...she looks at you the way you look at her.”

Jack instantly felt the heat rush to his face. “How do you know all of this?” Jack asked with raised brows.

The question caused Urban to chuckle. “I’m an observer. It’s literally part of my job as a photographer,” he responds.

“Okay—so how come she’s never made a move?” Jack challenged.

A scoff left Urban’s lips because everything was just so obvious but you and Jack were so oblivious. “For the same stupid reasons you’ve never made a move. Dude—it’s not fucking rocket science. She sees you with other girls—you see her with other guys—you get what I’m sayin? Y’all keep dancing around each other.”

Jack nods slowly as everything seemed to click. “Urb—you’re a fucking legend.”

__

When you had asked Jack to go with you to the club to meet Tyler, he didn’t have the heart to say no to you. Goes back to how he couldn’t bare being the one to take away your happiness when you clearly seemed so into Tyler, despite everything Urban had tried to convince him with. That’s how he was stuck speaking to this dumb airhead of a man while you were off grabbing a drink with your girl friends.

“So,” Jack began, nursing a water bottle while Tyler had his own drink in hand. “When are you gonna make it official with Y/N? Seems like she really likes you,” he mumbled.

Tyler raised a brow before he let out a mocking laugh. “Why would I ask her out when I already get everything I want out of her?” the blond man questioned with chuckle.

Jack furrowed his brows and clenched his jaw, having to take in a sharp breath to calm himself a bit. “So what? Is she just a warm body at night for you?”

He nodded with a smirk. “Yeah...you know how it is. Usually its a one and done but her body is killer, man...the way she moves--” he whistles. “She’s fucking hot as hell but I don’t want anything more.”

Jack was getting mad now. “But she’s catching feelings--”

Tyler scoffed, “that’s her issue, man. She knows we’re just fucking. There’s another girl I’m in love with,” he shrugged. “C’mon--I’m sure you can relate. You’re Jack fucking Harlow.”

At that point, it felt like all Jack could see was red. He truly had to contain himself from punching the guy. “Whatever,” Jack spat, shaking his head as he walked away and practically stomped towards you. He grabbed your arm gently and began to tug you out of the club.

“Jack!” you protest. “Stop dragging me--what’s wrong?” you ask, shrugging out of his hold as you stood your ground and determinedly questioned his actions.

Jack clenched his jaw momentarily before he sighed. “You can’t see that guy anymore--I don’t approve of him.”

You scoff and close your arms over your chest. “Why not?”

“Cause he’s a fucking asshole, Y/N! He’s only using you for sex,” he frowned. “He told me he’s in love with some other girl and he’s only been with you this long because you’re good in bed--”

You shake your head as your eyes begin to water. “You’re just saying that. I don’t believe you,” you croak out in defiance.

Jack had to suppress from throwing his head back with a groan. “Why would I lie huh?” Jack challenged. “C’mon, ma--you’re crying over a guy that doesn’t fucking deserve you!”

This time, it was your turn to clench your jaw as you stood quietly for a moment to contemplate things. “Okay well what if I’m fine with that?” you mumble with a shrug.

Your response caused Jack to scoff once again, looking at you with a slightly disgusted look on his face. “Don’t you have more respect for yourself?” he asked.

“Watch yourself, Jackman.”

Jack rolled his eyes and sighed. “Y/N I know you.”

“You don’t know shit.”

Jack groaned and threw his hands up exasperatedly. “He doesn’t treat you the way you deserve and you know that!” he exclaimed, his voice growing louder with his frustration. “You deserve a guy that’s gonna treat you like a queen and not like some sex doll!”

You stand there in absolute shock at his outburst as bystanders look and whisper amongst themselves. “Got me fucked up Y/N,” he muttered, shaking his head before he ran his fingers through his curls.

Your jaw drops at his audacity, “I got YOU fucked up?” you ask incredulously. “You’ve got some nerve Jackman,” you nearly growl out.

“Yeah I do because I’m watching my best friend not care that she’s hoeing it out for a literal fucking scumbag!” he yelled.

Noticing just how angry and red in the face he’s getting, you furrow your brows in concern and lean up to cup his cheeks. “You need to calm down Jack,” you tell him softly yet sternly. “I don’t understand why you’re getting so mad at me when it’s my choices,” you frown.

Jack lets out a sigh. “I’m fucking in love with you y/n,” he babbled out, his cheeks now red not out of frustration but embarrassment. “And at this point I don’t even fucking care if you like me back or not but I can’t…I can’t watch you downplay your worth with a guy like that,” he said while shaking his head. “You deserve so much better,” he whispered, his hands coming up to smooth down the frizziness in your hair.

Not knowing how to word the perfect response, you instead lean up further and timidly press your lips to his. His hands immediately fall to your hips, giving them a squeeze as he deepens the kiss, almost like he was desperate for your touch which he sorta was. When the two of you eventually pull away for a breath, you adorned a cute smile as you looked up at him while he let out a shaky breath. “Been fucking dreaming of this day for so long,” he mumbled against your lips.

“I honestly can’t believe it took us this long,” you giggled. “I’m in love with you too…was always too scared you didn’t feel the same.”

Jack let out a playful scoff, “You make me mad stupid,” he joked, causing you to giggle. “Yeah I can tell,” you tease, your fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.

“C’mon—lemme take you home,” Jack mused, his fingers intertwining with yours. “Only if you’re gonna stay the night,” you pouted, causing Jack to smirk. “Of course baby girl. I’m yours tonight and always.”

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow blurbs #jack harlow request

[blackwidownat2814]

Lift Me Up (J.Seresin)

Pairing: Jake Seresin x reader, Jake Seresin x GN!reader

Word Count: 1294

A/N: There was no prompt or request to make me write this. I wrote it to help a friend. They recently lost someone very near and dear to their heart, and I hated that I couldn't be there to help them grieve. So I decided to do the next best thing. I wrote about our favorite naval aviator helping them through this horrible time. I've never written a gender neutral reader before, so I consulted with a couple people to make sure I did it properly. Thank you so much @jobean12-blog and @nuggetynoodle!!

TW: death of a loved one, dealing with grief, angst, a little fluff (because our beloved Jake tries to lift our spirits)...

‼️⚠️I do not give permission for any of my work to be copied, translated or reposted anywhere else but on my own blog and AO3.⚠️‼️

This is for you, my dearest @buckysdollforlife.

Masterlist

You blinked yourself awake that morning, not immediately remembering what you had to do later.  When the memory hit you, you almost physically recoiled, the sadness hit you like a punch to the gut.  The emptiness in your chest was like nothing you’d felt up until this point.

He must’ve sensed you were awake, because you felt his arm tighten around your waist as you were assaulted by the memory of the last couple of weeks.  You were so grateful to be able to lean on him during this entire thing.

“How are you feeling, darlin’?”

“Is this a nightmare, Jake?” you asked him quietly and without turning around to look at him.  “Is that why everything sucks?  Am I still asleep, stuck in some never ending hellscape?”

Jake pulled you back, tighter against his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder and leaving a trail of soft kisses.

“I wish I could say yes.  I wish I could say this was all just a nightmare and you’ll wake up in a world where she’s still here.  I’m sorry that I can’t.  I’d give anything to give her back to you.”

You turned around in his arms and placed a hand on his cheek.

“I know you would.  That’s why I love you.”  You gave him a small smile and leaned in for a peck on his lips.  “Thank you for everything you’ve done during this whole thing.”

“You don’t have to thank me”, he said with that cocky smile only Jake Seresin could give.  “You’re my person.”

You were still somewhat numb to the world by the time your aunt’s funeral came around and you had intended to simply dress in black, but Jake convinced you to have a bath and surprised you with your favorite bath bomb from LUSH.  As you sat soaking in the glittery blue water thanks to the Intergalactic bath bomb, Jake washed your hair and scrubbed away the tears tracks on your face.

You still dressed in black, but wore a cardigan with yellow and blue flowers, your aunt’s favorite.  When you were finished getting ready, you sat on the edge of your bed to watch Jake finish getting ready.

“You don’t have to dress all fancy, you know.”  Jake looks at you in the mirror and smiles.

“I know darlin’...”, he replies as he slides his belt through the loops of his dark blue pants, making sure the clip was on the correct side of the buckle.  “...but your aunt always said she loved a man in uniform, so I wanted to do this for her.”

“Jake…I just fixed my face.”

“Now, sweetheart, ya know there ain’t nothin’ ‘bout that face I’d fix, right?”

“Ok, wow, Mr. Texas”, you said with a laugh. “Your accent is sometimes almost non-existent and sometimes, just super strong.”

“It happens.”  He flipped his shirt collar up and turned to face you, holding his tie.  “Would you mind helpin’ a guy out?”

You stood and took the tie from him, placing it under the collar, and tied it in a Windsor knot.  When you finished, you carefully took his coat from the hangar and held it open for him.  After he slid his arms in, you smoothed the shoulders out and helped him adjust the lapels.  

“Thanks sweetheart.”  You unzipped the protective cover of Jake’s white service cap and handed it to him.

“Lookin’ good lieutenant.”

“You ready to go?”

“Do we have to?

“We do.”

“Let’s do this.”

The funeral had been lovely, a lot of the parts of the ceremony had been chosen by your aunt, like the music and flowers.

She’d also asked for the reception following the funeral to be held at the Hard Deck, as she’d fallen in love with the place after you took her there to meet the Daggers a few years ago.  Penny was more than happy to oblige.

After thanking everyone for coming, and having a few bites, you wandered outside and sat in the sand to watch the waves crash.  You felt the tears start to fall as you remembered the last time you were here with your aunt…

It was a gorgeous day.  Your aunt was perched in her beach chair, you next to her, as you both watched the Daggers play their weekly scheduled game of Dogfight Football.  Jake screamed out as he scored a touchdown, pointing at you with the ball and a smile.

“Hold on to that one, Sweet Pea.”  You turned to look at your aunt with a smile.

“I plan on it.”  You both smiled as you continued to watch them all play.

“He’s going to be the one you’ll need to lean on when I’m gone.”

“Please, don’t remind me”, you replied, trying to hold back tears.  “I don’t want to think about that right now.”

Your aunt took your hand in hers and pulled it towards her, placing a kiss on the knuckles.  The Daggers cheered loudly as Coyote ran down the beach and scored a touchdown.  Jake jumped up and down next to his friend as he celebrated.

“Oof, that boy sure is something”, your aunt said, with a bite of her lip.

“Nah”, you replied, smiling at Jake’s cheers with his team.  “He’s everything.”

Jake watched you sitting in the sand from the back deck of the Hard Deck.

“How’re they doing?”  Startled out of his thoughts, Jake turned to see Rooster, Coyote, Bob, Fanboy, Payback, and Phoenix standing around him.

“Not well, but that’s to be expected.  Their aunt meant a lot to ‘em”, Jake replied.  He looked back over at you and saw your shoulders shaking.  “Excuse me guys, it seems I’m needed.”

He hopped off the back and headed towards you.  When he made it to you, he sat behind you, a leg on either side, pulling you back towards him.

“Let it out sweetheart, I’ve got ya.”

“It’s not fair Jake!  She didn’t deserve what happened to her!  She’s going to miss everything, like if we get married or have kids or when you get promoted and all the awesome places I promised to take her if you happened to get stationed somewhere exotic.”

“You wanna marry me and have kids?”  You smacked him on the leg.

“That’s what you got from all that?”

“I’m sorry darlin’”, he said as he squeezed you tight.  “Please continue.”

“I just miss her so much.  She was so special to me.”

“I understand, I felt the same way when my grandma passed.  I didn’t think I’d ever be okay.  I don’t think I’m okay now, and it’s been years!  If I talk about Nana Seresin, I will start crying.”  He kissed you on your temple.  “I am by no means an expert in grief, but what I know is that it will get better, no matter how cliché that sounds.  One day, that stabbing pain you feel will dull, and it’ll be just like a bruise.  You’ll be able to think of her and all the memories you’ve got of her without crying and look back on them with happiness.”

“When will that happen Jake?”

“I don’t know sweetheart.  It’s different for everyone.”

“What if I forget her?”

“You won’t.  You know why?”  You shook your head.  “You’ll never forget her because a part of her will always live on in you, and everyone’s hearts she touched.  The squad will never let you forget because they loved your aunt too.  We’ll help remind you every day.”

You sat up straight and turned to look at him and placed your hands on his cheeks, running your thumbs over them.

“When did you get so smart, Lieutenant?”

“I’ve always been this smart sweetheart.”

“Cocky bastard.”

“And don’t you forget.”

PS: I'm real sorry if I made you cry my friend!

#Jake Seresin #Jake Seresin x you #Jake Seresin x reader #Jake Seresin x gn!reader #Jake Seresin angst #Jake Seresin fanfiction

[atsadi-shenanigans]

Feeding Alligators 47 - Soul Jar

Decisions, decisions…and none of them good.

Trigger warning: suicidal ideation.

On AO3.

You don’t look at nobody as y’all set up camp that afternoon. Wyll is moving and speaking, but still weak. Shadowheart monitors him between starting a campfire. Karlach hovers around, unable to settle in any one spot too long, either looking at him all anxious, or you with big, sad eyes.

Astarion fucks right off without saying a word to nobody. Hopefully he’s out hunting something.

And Lae’zel…

Gale is brewing what turns out to be the very last batch of blood potion. After everybody got settled in, and the mummy man just fucking emerged from the shadows to loiter at the edge of camp—Gale went over and had a long discussion with him. Must be nice to be able to look into the hollow sinus cavity of the guy you’re speaking to without screaming and flinching away. In the end, Withers does confirm the evil bottle will in fact hold your soul, so he starts prepping for whatever the fuck that entails. He wants you to guzzle down another blood potion right before, but supplies are running low, and Astarion ain’t here, and Lae’zel flat out refuses to help.

“The useless istik will live or die on her own strength,” she says, loud enough y’all catch it. “I will waste my time no more.”

Gale looks to you, but there ain’t shit you can do about it, so you just shrug. She’s right to cut you loose. You fucked that up and ran like a bitch. So much for being some kinda leader.

“I believe between Withers, Shadowheart, and myself,” Gale says, “we can successfully summon your soul to this plane and bind it here. We, ah, don’t have many other options.”

Because you got maybe three more blood potions left and then off your soul goes.

“Okay,” you say.

Gale looks at you. Squints slightly. There’s something to him, the stiff way he’s holding himself, that sets alarm bells clanging.

“What?” you say.

“I…I thought we would have more time to prepare,” he says. “Both to gather supplies, and to, well, to let you ready yourself.”

He’s waffling. You already feel like shit scraped off the heel of somebody’s boot. You don’t mean to snap, but your control and your manners are frayed. “Yeah, and? It there a point here?”

And the man looks at you with such grim pity, you’re sure he’s gonna say it ain’t gonna work.

“I’ve been researching on my own,” he says. “My sources are rather limited, but I did study soulwork and astral travel with, ah, anyway. I have full confidence we can do this, as long as you’re up to it. But you do understand that it requires magic to perform?”

He waits for an answer. Seems important, though you cannot fathom why.

“Uh huh?”

“If what you say is correct about your plane, Ay-yarth doesn’t have much, if any, access to the Weave, strange as that sounds to my ear.”

He stares. You stare back.

And it clicks. Oh how it clicks.

“I can’t just pop the cork on that jar if I get home, can I?” you say.

“There isn’t much theory in that field. It could very well settle into you again, as it’s meant to. It may be an instinctive thing, once you’re back in your own realm.”

But.

“But it might fly off into space again,” you say. “Because, what, it’s all destabilized now?”

He nods.

You’re sitting criss-cross on the ground. The sun shines down warm and the breeze smells of leaves and green, growing things. The sky is blue, with happy clouds puffing along as Shadowheart helps Wyll sit up so he can take a drink of water, while Karlach sits about ten feet away, shredding grass with her talons.

“You’re telling me we gotta do this today,” you say.

“It…seems most prudent, yes.”

“And if we don’t, and I run outta potion, I die or whatever.”

He nods again.

“But if we do do this, and I, by some motherfucking miracle, find a way back home, I still gotta carry my soul around because it still might fly off into space.”

“I’m…not sure it would even be wise to travel across the planes once it’s been transferred.”

The forbidden carry-on. Well.

“I am sorry, Eleanor. Truly. I wish I bore you better news.”

You wave, all distracted. “Ain’t your fault. Y’all been going outta your way to help me this whole time, and I appreciate it. How long does this take to set up?”

He takes a breath, hands folded behind his back. “Not long. We would give you a sleep draught—of which I have a few—so for you, it can happen as soon as you lie down.”

Magical surgery. Neat-o.

You nod. Push yourself up and both your knees creak. You feel heavy and slow. No energy, everything in your body vaguely hurting.

“I’m gonna take a walk,” you say.

Gale’s head dips in a bow. “Of course. Take all the time you need. And whatever you decide, we’ll be here for you.”

He’s a good dude, even if he did eat your very first ring. You put a little effort into your smile as you brush past him to head down towards the river y’all set up next to.

***

You made yourself stop caring about some “afterlife” years ago. If God is a bitch who don’t deserve nothing, then heaven and hell and all that shit can go get fucked right alongside him. You don’t do woo-woo shit anymore.

But you always liked the idea of seeing Grandpa again. Of meeting your dad, maybe. Of seeing your ancestors and finding wherever they went once they left.

Somehow, you don’t think your soul is gonna make it across the space-time continuum between here and Earth to ever see that, if it’s even real.

You can die. Or you can stay here. Forever. Away from your friends, away from Uncle Randy and your aunties (they’re technically cousins, but eh) and all your little third and fourth cousins. You ain’t never gonna catch fireflies or sit on Uncle Randy’s porch, giving him shit for smoking. You ain’t never gonna see your apartment or listen to the rain with Christmas lights twinkling and a mug of cocoa in your hand.

Never catch up on any of your shows or movies. Never listen to a podcast ever again. Never hum along with a favorite song because you ain’t never gonna hear your people’s music again.

Never hear English.

Never learn more Cherokee.

You start sobbing at some point. You’re seated in a hollow among tree roots next to a stream. You can’t stay upright anymore.

You’ll never go to a cafe or a library. No more pizza. No blackberry mochas. Stir fry. Fry bread. Biscuits and chocolate gravy. Fucking ice cream. You will never find a funny meme or have to explain an internet video to your relatives.

Never text Sasha again. Never hear her voice. You’ll forget what she and all the others look like, what they sound like. You’ll forget all the people you love except for their names—

You can die. Or you can lose everything except your fading memories and your own skin. Stuck in a place where you can’t speak the language. Where you don’t understand the clothing. Can’t cook the food. Can’t even read a book or tell a joke because the strangers around you won’t understand why a boat stuck in a canal is so goddamn funny.

The hyperventilating kicks in. You’re far enough from camp you can’t hear the others. You can risk making noise, even if it’s shameful bawling.

Ain’t no one to see or hear you, no one to stop yourself from clawing at your own hair or hitting your head against the dirt. Nobody to point out the wet mess of your face.

Just you and the golden sunshine.

It’d be easy to die. Wouldn’t have none of these worries, no more, and wouldn’t be around to care if Astarion friendship-dumped you and Lae’zel was down with letting you die. No more nasty potions. No more sleeping on hard ground with a rock wedged into your hip. No goblins or brainworms or murder or devils. No more goddamn decisions. No more horrible fucking waiting for the decision to be wrong and for that other shoe to finally, inevitably just fucking drop already.

And if your soul is still on Earth, or closer or whatever woo woo bullshit this all is, maybe if you kick it here and now, it can find its way back.

You don’t want to die. You’re just kinda tired of being alive.

Gale said this was risky. It might not even be up to you in the end, huh?

And that gives you some fucked up comfort. Small, weak, but there. All you have to do is walk back, drink one last, goddamn potion, and lie down. Let what happens happen.

You look over the silver glimmering of the water dancing in the light. Your ancestors went to water to cleanse themselves. Probably not a bad idea. Live or die, at least you can do it clean of spectator guts.

***

The sun skims the treetops by the time you come back. Gale is deep in conversation with Shadowheart. Karlach notices you first. Comes bounding over and opens her arms to kind of hover her hands near your sides.

God, you want to hug her for real.

“How’re you feeling, soldier?” she says. “Up for this wizard shit?”

You’re quite numb, actually. But you throw her a thumbs up and a, “Let’s do this.”

“Fuck yeah, that’s the spirit! Gale told us what he told you. You’re a mean, clever little thing. You got this.”

Shit, she’s kinda worth staying for.

Gale has optimistically laid out a bedroll for you near the fire. Karlach has apparently punched her tent poles around that bedroll and set up a canopy over the whole thing (minus the fire).

“Thank you,” you say.

She does that head-duck shrug thing again.

Gale and Shadowheart meet you at the edge of the magical operating theater.

“Ready?” he says.

No.

“Sure,” you say.

It ain’t really your choice no more.

You lay down. Wiggle around until you’re at least kind of comfortable.

Wyll has propped himself up on his pack so he can give you a smile. He says, “For moral support.”

And then Karlach looms over you again, and she’s got that raggedy teddy bear, Clive.

“I thought,” she says. Shuffles. “Thought this might do you more good than me right now.”

That plucks something in you. Baby soft, thinner than spider silk, but it’s there, and it’s touched. She has to drop it on you so she don’t get too close and burn off your eyebrows. Clive’s a bit charred, a bit tacky from whatever she puts on him to keep him from lighting up, and he smells of sulfur and grease.

You tuck him into the crook of your arm.

“Right,” Gale says. And you been so busy watching all the others you didn’t notice Withers lurking in. You only jump a little, this time. “Eleanor, we’re going to give you a sleeping potion. Should knock you right out. I don’t know what this will be like for you, but we will do all we can. Try not to lose yourself, and hopefully, the potion and our spells will draw you back here, yes?”

You nod.

Shadowheart kneels and holds up a bottle. You feel cold all over, super detached. Death or exile. One of them’s gonna happen.

“Bottom’s up,” you say and slam it down.

For some godforsaken reason, this one tastes like motherfucking cotton candy.

“What the shit,” you sputter. Try to grimace. But a cool hand slips over yours to hold it and you…

#feeding alligators fic #these two shitheads #tavstarion #astarion x tav #isekai #slow burn #it's getting dark #angst with a happy ending #tav is really going through the shit right now

[beginningobserver]

TTRPG with 02 Kiddos ft Rui-kun

[AO3 Version]

• Canon compliant (KenMiya/Kenyako) + 02 group and Rui-kun (also includes DaiLui) • Comedy; Teen/Adult audiences.

Story: Takeru liked to read storybooks as a kid. He really enjoyed those stories from different places and cultures, myths and folktales. It’s not a surprise he was aiming to be a professional writer, and it was also working on his childhood memories alongside the digimon and the Chosen Children. It’s also not a big surprise that he would find fun in writing TTRPG sessions with friends -- yes, Hikari, Iori, Daisuke, Ken and Miyako. But this time he prepared something extra fun for their new friend, Rui.

-------------------//-------------------

The group of fearless warriors kept walking through the forest looking for the great evil who is trying to destroy their world and kingdom. In this group they had…

“Hey, Takeru quit narrating everything and hurry up! The kingdom won’t be saved if you keep doing monologues!!”

“Ah… But you see, I’m--”

“He’s right,” V-mon pouted, “Don’t you want to save the kingdom ruled by our king!?”

“Who was the king again…?” Patamon blinked.

“YOU FORGOT WHO’S OUR KING!?” Daisuke and V-mon gasped dramatically.

“... Did we mention a king before?”

“It’s Taichi-san,” Takeru explained, “Since he’s working in a Digital World-related department at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs… Makes sense for him to be a king, right?”

“True,” Patamon nodded sagely.

“Y’ALL ARE WASTING OUR TIME!!” Daisuke interrupted them again, “Taichi-san will be mad if we don’t beat the great evil!”

“Huh, what’s ‘the great evil’ again?” Miyako popped in.

“The great evil, Ow the Edge. ”

“What?” Iori squinted his eyes, “I thought you would put Ichijouji-san as the enemy.”

“Excuse me…?” Ken looked at them, frowning, “My days of villainy have ended a long time ago, I don’t want to be the bad guy anymore.”

“Besides, I don’t want to date the villain!” Miyako pouted, “Unless you want an evil couple.”

“Here she goes, talking about her relationship status again,” Daisuke muttered in a growl. He hated the fact he’s still unable to confess his feelings for Hikari.

“What did you say, Dai-su-ke?” Miyako grabbed her guitar in hands, ready to smash it into Daisuke’s head.

“N-nothing??!” He babbled, wavering.

“I think we’re going off-topic,” Tailmon interrupted them, unamused.

“Who’s Ow the Edge, Takeru-san?”

“Ow the Edge…” Daisuke squinted, “Ain’t you making fun of Sh※d※w the H※dg※h※g, are ya!?”

“No, it’s definitely not related to Sh※d※w the H※dg※h※g. It’s just Ow the Edge.”

Daisuke’s brain couldn’t tell if Takeru was trolling them or being serious.

“Anyway, Ow the Edge is the evil guy and we’re going to beat him right now.”

“Wait a second,” They all looked at the seventh human there on the table, Rui.

“What is it, Rui-kun?” Hikari asked.

“I… I don’t understand why Takaishi-kun gave me this paper and told me to memorize it…”

“Oh I just made up something for you, to read. Don’t worry~”

Daisuke whispered to Rui, “When he says that, get ready for something terrible happening to your character. Trust me and Ken, we’re his favorite victims.”

Ken nodded in silence, agreeing with Daisuke. Rui was still not sure what that meant though….

“Where were we again?” Takeru said, then he cleaned his throat and proceeded with the story.

The group had the most loyal knight of the kingdom in the lead who wielded a glaive, a magician and a bard couple (the bard girl had an axe which was also her guitar, the magician boy a twin spear with the ability to turn enemies into allies when touched by its edges), a duo of archers wielding crossbows and a swordsman (the youngest of them!)

They were going into the Forbidden Forest and--

“One question,” Wormmon stopped the group, “Why is it forbidden?”

“You see, little familiar, the forest is forbidden because it’s off the kingdom’s domains.”

“So we would be violating by trespassing, am I correct?” Iori deadpanned.

“But we’re six people and six digimon,” Armadimon added, “To not be trespassing we should just let two people pass.”

“... Makes sense” Daisuke and V-mon mused.

“No, it makes no sense at all,” Ken sighed.

“Can you please let Takeru continue?” Tailmon stared at them.

“Ahem,” Takeru cleaned his throat again,

They were going into the Forbidden Forest and suddenly… It started raining. Then, the knight said…

“Alright, leave it to me, I’m a master of the lightning spells!”

“Is he really the right person for that?” Miyako whispered to Takeru, “Letting Daisuke play with fire is not a smart idea…”

“HEY, I have the Digimentals of Courage and Friendship!” Daisuke snapped, “It’s obvious I’d be experienced in fire and lightning magic!”

“True,” V-mon nodded, “It’s not like Daisuke had exploded things while cooking!”

“Yeah it’s not-- HEY!!” Daisuke stared at V-mon, angrily.

“I think I should use the power of my Digimental” Iori looked at his sword, “Why would we need The Digimental of Friendship if there’s no Lightnin--”

A strong lightning crashed into their direction, but the knight’s Lighdra-glaive’s spells protected the group.

“... Nevermind,” Iori blinked.

“Are you okay, Miyako-san?” Ken asked Miyako, who he was shielding with his own body.

“Y-yeah… I am, thank you Ichijouji-kun” she answered with a smile.

“Miyako-san…”

“Ichijouji-kun…”

They were going to kiss, but--

“STOP FLIRTING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RAIN!!” Daisuke shouted, “I’M NOT A WALKING UMBRELLA FOR THAT!!”

“But you’re protecting us from the lightning, not from the rain,” Hawkmon corrected him.

“It’s Iori who is protecting us from the rain” Tailmon gestured to the boy using the Submari-Sword to keep them dry.

“But we’re not like third wheels for their romance!” Daisuke pouted.

“We’re six digimon and six humans, so we would’ve been the third, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine and ten wheels” V-mon said as he counted in his fingers.

“I don’t mean it literally!! ”

“Oh…”

“I don’t mind that,” Iori said, then he and the group kept walking in the rain, but the sword was generating a force field protecting them from the water.

“Fine, fine… But stop flirting while we’re working!” Daisuke growled, and then kept using his glaive to control the lightning away from them.

“But…” Rui interrupted them again,

“Was it, Rui?” V-mon asked this time.

“Wouldn't it be more effective if they could seek a place to stay and wait for the rain to stop?”

They looked at each other and then to Rui…

“Are you criticizing Takeru’s story?” Patamon stared at Rui.

“Uh…”

“ANYWAY!!” Takeru said quickly, before they could get into a fight.

The group kept going through the dense and eerie Forbidden Forest,

“Why is it raining here though?” Wormmon asked, still on Ken’s back.

“Because of a spell casted by Ow the Edge” Takeru explained, “Human beings are not allowed in his territory.”

“Well, we should be closer!” Daisuke seemed fired up, then he pointed at the lair in the horizon, “THERE IT IS, THE… THE…”

The Lair of the Great Evil -- The LOGE.

“The Loge?” Hikari tilted her head.

“Are we going to a theater then?” Miyako blinked.

“No, the LOGE, not loge” Takeru corrected them, “It's an abbreviation of the ‘Lair of the Great Evil’.”

“Shouldn’t it be ‘LOTGE’ then?” Ken asked, unfazed.

“Lodge?” Daisuke frowned.

“No, it’s LOGE, we shouldn’t count ‘the’ there!” Patamon snapped.

“Why would you name it with a HARD abbreviation like that!?” V-mon complained.

“Oh I like to see your reactions” Takeru smiled.

“WHAT!?”

While the knight, the magician and the aspiring writer who’s also an archer were in a heated discussion about the lair’s name and abbreviation…

“...”

The mysterious and nefarious Ow the Edge appeared in front of them!!

“...”

“...?” Rui looked at Takeru on the table, confused.

“Ahem, Rui-kun it’s your turn.”

“Huh…?”

“The paper I gave you, it’s your character” Takeru gestured to the paper in front of Rui on the table.

“O-oh…”

“Wait,” Daisuke squinted his eyes at Takeru again, “Don’t tell me you…”

Like, I said… The mysterious and nefarious Ow the Edge appeared in front of them!!

“Oh ho ho ho… I’m Ow the Edge, the villain of this game…” Rui was… reading the paper normally?!

“Ow the Edge is Rui-kun??” Miyako exclaimed in confusion.

“Well… I’m--”

“You’re not taking it seriously enough…” Takeru sighed.

“Not enough…?”

“No offense but you’re reading and not acting, dagya.”

“Uh…”

“Yeah, you have to put some feelings on it!!” Patamon added.

“Hey guys, we shouldn’t go too harsh on Rui” Daisuke argued, “He’s still learning how to play!”

“True, I hate doing this but… Takeru-kun, can I simply give him an example?” Ken asked, politely and gently.

“Sure, you’re like a pro!” Takeru chuckled.

“Are you plannin’ to…” Daisuke raised an eyebrow.

Ken cleaned his throat and then…

“Huhu…HAHAHAHAHA, I’m the Digimon Kaiser, the one who controls the power of the darkness! I will dominate the Digital World and make you all OBEY me. CHERISH me. And LOVE me. Say, you dare to face me? HAH! Pathetic human beings, I’M THE PERFECT CHOSEN ONE! And ONLY ME can come here and PLAY this game!”

“Yeah, he just got overboard again…” Daisuke shrugged.

“Is he okay?” Rui was petrified by that 180º flip while the rest of the group was shaking their heads.

“Yeah, he got a little rusty since it had been like, 10 years since he was some edgelord throwing tantrums in the Digital World…” V-mon shrugged.

“Oh, that’s why Takaishi-kun said ‘like a pro’ when he asked permission to give an example…”

“R-rusty…??” Wormmon and Ken said, intrigued.

“I guess you unlearned how to be an edgelord, Ken…” Tailmon commented, shaking her head.

“I’m rusty…” Ken repeated it, quite disappointedly…

“Didn’t the Kaiser say ‘insects’ all the time?” Patamon mused.

“And he also used a whip,” V-mon added.

“He still uses the whip,” Wormmon and Hawkmon said out of the blue.

“Huh?” the others blinked. Ken and Miyako blushed awkwardly though.

“Are you sure this is the right hour to Talk about--” Daisuke squinted his eyes once again, this time at Ken, Wormmon, Miyako and Hawkmon.

“OKAY RUI-KUN” Takeru interrupted them quickly,  “YOU GOT YOUR CLASS OF ACTING SO GO AND UNLEASH THE EVIL IN YOU!!”

“A-alright… I guess I can try again” Rui nodded.

Then, Ow the Edge appeared in front of them, laughing maniacally and stomping his cane-staff on the ground!

“...OHOHOHO! I’m Ow the Edge, the great evil of the world! You peasants are stepping on my yard and you will regret it.”

He looked at Takeru, “Is it better…?”

“Yeah, a little better 👌” Takeru smiled.

“I’m rusty…” Ken was still sulking in the corner.

The warriors wielded their weapons, ready for an imminent clash--

“Hold on, I don’t think it’s right to fight him,” Daisuke interrupted them all.

“? Why not?” Hawkmon asked, “Isn’t he the source of all evil?”

“No, I’m the great evil, not the source of all evil” Rui said, deadpanned.

“Isn’t that the same thing!?” Patamon babbled.

“No?”

“I mean we can’t fight Rui, he’s our friend!” Daisuke argued back, “I can’t believe you did that to him, Takeru!”

“Daisuke, you're taking it too seriously now” Takeru chuckled nervously.

“No, you were just--”

“Or are you afraid of fighting me, Daisuke-kun?” Rui said it in a very seductive way with a smug smile.

“I… I don’t want to fight you, that’s all” Daisuke blushed and turned his face.

“Ok, I think he really got the spirit, dagya” Armadimon commented with the others, perplexed.

“Why not? You fought Ichijouji-kun in the past, didn’t you?” he scoffed.

“Yeah, but Ken was not our friend back in time!” Daisuke snorted, “So no, cut it out. I refuse to fight you!!”

“I guess you don’t care about your pathetic kingdom then,” Rui shrugged, “I’m the great evil, will you let your people perish only to spare me?”

“I’ll save you too then!” Daisuke stomped his foot on the floor.

“Where did I see this scene before…” Tailmon mused.

“Uh… It was when you confronted Ken-chan, I guess” Wormmon replied.

“So, will you accept defeat, Daisuke-kun?”

“No, I won’t!” Daisuke snapped, cupping Rui’s face “I will come after you no matter what you say, no matter what Takeru makes you do! You’re MY friend and I refuse to fight you!!”

“... W-what??” Rui blushed.

“HOLD ON!!” Miyako shouted, and interrupted their game.

“Daisuke, what’s wrong with you?” She looked at Daisuke, seriously, “This is just a game, a harmless game, no one is going to fight for real here!!”

“But I.. I… * ahem * I was also acting, yeah… Uh… yeah,” he immediately took his hands off Rui’s face, babbling.

Though Rui was… also blushing awkwardly.

“I guess someone is not into Hikari anymo--” V-mon had Daisuke covering his mouth again.

“Uh, what?” Hikari blinked.

“DON’T LISTEN TO V-MON HE’S… HE’S TOO TIRED FROM THE GAME, SO UH… I LEFT MY RAMEN ON THE STOVE, BYE!!” and he left the table, carrying V-mon.

“... Did I do something wrong?” Rui frowned.

“No, you just managed to beat Daisuke-kun without fighting him,” Takeru said awkwardly, “Don’t take it seriously.”

“Oh… Okay…?”

With the knight and his familiar out of the battle, Ow the Edge smirks and turns into the rest of the group and says:

“One down, Five left.”

“HOW CRUEL!!” Hikari screams, “HE WAS WILLING TO HELP YOU!”

“... You can touch me, really. I’m untouchable.”

“What do you mean?” Iori raised an eyebrow.

“... I’m cursed, remember? Great evil… We need an excuse for Daisuke-kun’s absence, sorry.”

“Ooh…” Armadimon exclaimed, “That’s clever.”

“We shouldn’t touch him then!” Hawkmon nodded.

“Alright,” Takeru said with a serious gaze, “if Daisuke is not here, the second-in-command is Ken-kun so--”

“... I’m rusty.”

Everyone looked at Ken, who was still sulking like a kid in the corner.

“Ichijouji-kun?” Miyako blinked, “What’s wrong?”

“You guys said I’m rusty… I don’t like to be the Digimon Kaiser anymore, but it’s still part of me… I created him and now I’m… I’m unable to be him even for a simple TTRPG sample!!”

“Y-you’re upset that you can’t do the Digimon Kaiser anymore!?” the five babbled, intrigued.

“... 💧” Rui blinked, still not sure what was going on.

“I guess we accidentally beat Ken,” Patamon shook his head.

“Two down…?” and yet Rui is still confused about this entire game.

“I think I need a break” Ken sighed, and then he and Wormmon left the table.

“Ah, wait…!” Miyako called him, but then she turned to the rest of the group, “I will calm him down and we will be back! Let’s go, Hawkmon!”

“Right, Miyako-san!”

Then Miyako and Hawkmon went after Ken and Wormmon. Rui frowned, he was thinking maybe he was just really bad at playing tabletop games…

Takeru sighed, “Well, I guess it’s only the four of us now… And our digimon partners, of course.”

“If you… want to stop I’m okay with it” Rui was feeling very awkward right now.

“Are you guys still up to it?”

“I’m curious about how it will end,” Iori mused.

“I don’t mind continuing it…” Hikari added.

“They might come back, didn’t they say it?” Armadimon asked, looking at the entrance of the apartment.

“Hmm… We’re at Daisuke’s house, so it would be odd if he just left” Tailmon replied with a shrug.

“I wonder where he went…” Patamon said, looking at Takeru.

“...”

With the couple down, our brave group was reduced into three members and their familiars. The heavy atmosphere of the heated battle against Ow the Edge and our heroes intensified second by second.

“I guess you can’t beat me.”

Said the great evil with a shrug. His cocky attitude and malicious grin were making the last hope of the Kingdom weaver, but FEAR NOT! The good guys had a trump card in their hands.

“Trump card??” Rui, Hikari, Iori and the digimon exclaimed, confused.

“Oh trust me, being an amateur writer means I need to make the story a little exciting.”

“But what’s that trump card, dagya?”

“It’s a secret.”

“WHAT!?”

“What does it supposed to mean!?” Hikari and Iori exclaimed.

“So… To be sure,” Rui approached them, “What happens if I beat you three? Do I win?”

“Technically yes,” Iori explained, “But this is an ongoing game, we have sessions and turns, so you could say you would win a turn or session.”

“The others can come back, can’t they?” He was worried about Daisuke and Ken’s reactions to that game though…

“Yup,” Patamon nodded, “They’re not dead in this game, unless the Game Master kicks them off the game.”

“Oh… So I didn’t kill them in-game…” he sighed in relief.

“Yeah, but don’t worry about that!” Tailmon smiled, “Takeru will find a way to add them again once they’re back.”

“But what is that trump card, dagya??” Armadimon pouted.

“It’s…”

“It’s…?”

“...”

“...?”

The aspiring writer and archer then summoned… A jar of sugar.

“A JAR OF SUGAR!?” Hikari exclaimed.

“Isn’t Rui-san…” Iori looked at Rui.

“Uh… Am I supposed to… do some dramatic reaction at the fact he got a jar of sugar?”

“Wait, I thought you hated sweets,” Patamon blinked.

“Yes, I do.. So… Uh… * ahem *”

“NO, MY ONLY WEAKNESS…!! SUGAR!!” He dramatically knelt on the floor, using the cane as support, “I’M DYING… NOOOO!!”

“We haven't used it yet” Takeru looked at him, deadpanned.

“Oh… Ok.”

The aspiring writer and archer then showed the jar to Ow the Edge, and with a firm tone of voice he threatened:

“We will end your days of evil with the HolyAngemon Sugar Brand! UNLESS!!”

“Wait, are you sparing me too??”

“No, I’m proposing a deal!”

“Ah, I see… You want something in return…”

“We won’t use the sugar if you stop threatening the kingdom,” Iori explained.

“Hmm…”

“You will undo the evil deeds you caused to us,” Patamon added.

“What evil deeds…?” Rui then took the paper and started checking the text, “Uhh… Fine, fine.”

“And you will turn all the sweets you turned into dust back to normal, dagya!”

“Wait… Did I go this far before…? 💧”

“No, Armadimon is just doing an ad-lib right now,” Tailmon shrugged.

“I suppose it’s because you don’t like sweets,” Hikari added, “You would turn them into dust.”

“... I might not like sweets but I have no problem with them,” Rui shrugged, “It’s just… I don’t like it that much…”

“Oh… I’m sorry” Armadimon bowed his head awkwardly.

“It’s okay, no hard feelings.”

And then the warriors stopped the great evil and everyone lived happily after.

“So we--”

“AH CRAP, I REALLY OVERCOOKED IT!!” They heard Daisuke’s voice from the kitchen.

“Daisuke, are you okay--” Takeru said and he and the others ran to the kitchen.

“Noooooooo… MY RAMEN!!” he dramatically cried.

“He really left his ramen on the stove…” Patamon commented.

“You thought we were joking!?” V-mon snapped, “It was our dinner!! For the night of games!!”

“Oh… Oh no” Armadimon sniffed, “Our dinner…”

“It’s okay everyone!!” They heard Miyako’s voice from the entrance of the apartment, “Our girl Miyako and her boyfriend had brought some dinner for us all!!”

“Miyako and Ken saved our dinner, dagya!!” Armadimon chirped.

“Hmm… Yeah, maybe we can eat ramen another day” Daisuke smiled, "Alright folks! Let’s clean the table and eat!”

“Alright!!” They all said together.

#digimon adventure 02 the beginning #motomiya daisuke #ohwada lui #ichijouji ken #inoue miyako #hida iori #takaishi takeru #yagami hikari #kenmiya #kenyako #dailui

[lotuslilyandlilies]

Twisted Wonderland Boys Boyfriend Scenarios

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Genre: Fluff

Relationship: Cater Diamond, Leona Kingscholar, Riddle Rosehearts x Reader (Separately)

Reader’s Gender: Gender Neutral

Reader’s Pronouns: They/Them

Headcannons

Requested By: @loonashadow

(Images are not mind)

A/N: I didn’t know what boys you wanted so I just went with a few that I’ve had some ideas for.

- Lotus Lily

Extra note: I am so sorry guys! I didn't even see the r-word! I'm so sorry if anyone was even the slightest offended. I'll be extra careful next time I look at images sent to me and requests. I have no excuse for not being attentive enough.

Cater Diamond

You all know that this boy is going to take a bunch of photos and post them on his magicam account.

There is no way that your relationship is private, almost everyone at school knows that the two of you are together.

A few of Cater’s followers found you guys on a date and asked for a photo.

Oh there’s a bench at a park? Go pose so that he can take a photo of his wonderful lover.

Since he doesn’t like sweets, cafe dates are rare.

If you do go be prepared, cause he’ll order a bunch of sweets just to take some aesthetic pictures.

You end up eating everything and even then there are leftovers.

I also think that he knows his way around technology, you got a problem with your phone? No worries he can help.

He will want to have matching profile pics in every social media app.

Since he is easy going I feel like he’d also enjoy picnic dates and movie dates.

During school he’ll probably hold your hand, after class he will zoom across the halls to your classroom and wait for you.

The amount of times that man had gotten yelled at by Riddle for breaking the “No holding hand during school hours” rule and the “No PDA at school” rule is amazing.

If you had a madol for every time that happened you’d be rich.

I think almost every month he’d bring you a bouquet of your favorite flowers/chocolate/snacks/etc.

Have fun getting alone time because with Cater, it’s almost nonexistent.

He really isn’t that jealous, but if he ever finds himself in a situation where a suspicious guy or girl is talking to you, he just posts about them on his magicam account. 

He’d rather let his followers do the hard work in chasing them off, he’ll be a bit more clingy though.

Overall he’s very sweet, kind, and caring. He just wants to be the perfect boyfriend for you.

encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com

Leona Kingscholar

Lazy mf.

Most of your dates are hanging out in the botanical gardens with him sleeping, using your lap as a pillow.

Your tardies and absences are going to double and maybe triple.

This guy is most definitely a jealous and possessive guy, especially when he feels threatened.

These aren’t the most desirable traits, but he knows when to stop.

He won’t accuse you of planning to leave him or cheating, but he will make sure that you know exactly who you belong to.

Get ready cause you're going to be helping Ruggie a lot with Leona’s personal requests.

You got meat? Well, say goodbye because the most you will get is one bite.

He’ll make it up to you by buying you something.

Cheka adores you

“Unca Leona, is that your mate?”

Never have you ever seen this guy so red

Cheka thinks you’re the best. (So sweet <3)

Leona will toss poor Cheka into the hands of Jack or Ruggie and leave with you between his arms.

Ain’t no way you guys are spending your entire date with a little ball of energy like him.

Riddle Rosehearts

Your favorite flowers every day.

He doesn’t know how to properly show love (Does anyone in twst actually know how to??? TwT)

Most dates are tea parties and walks along the rose gardens.

You learn how to make strawberry tarts from Trey.

You guys take care of hedgehogs together (;w;)

You are an angel for those in trouble

If anyone can calm this redhead down it’s you.

If you kiss him, he get as red as his hair

Ace asks you to teach him some tricks

You told him that you just kiss his cheek or show some form of physical affection

Ace actually tried it… 

It was “OFF WITH YOU HEAD!!!” for him (R.I.P. Ace, you will be missed)

With the time you have spent with Riddle you gradually learned how to care for him

Whether it’s a few hours of your day to study with him

Make him take time off of his duties and spend some quality time with him

His biggest weakness is you

If anyone tries to even harm a single cell on your body, they will be hearing from a very angry Riddle.

Overall, it may take some time, but with some patience you guys are the cutest couple

#riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #lotuslily #twisted wonderland #love #leona x reader #leona kingscholar #cater diamond #cater x reader

[usetheeauthor]

The Satanic Panic VI +18

Devil!Perv!Eddie Munson x Witch!Sinclair!Reader

For other chapters/story summary check out: https://usetheeauthor.tumblr.com/post/691280498281070592/the-satanic-panic-series-masterlist-18

Summary: You’d gone out drinking at the bar with some friends which is fine for Eddie. That is, until he learns that you and Steve are hanging out together. Suddenly, he’s thinking maybe he should crash the party and teach you another lesson. Before that, a mysterious man approaches you alluring and angelic in nature.

Word Count: 4.4k+

A/N: It’s Part VI! Eddie’s going to get progressively meaner (and pervier 🤐) as the story goes because his devil components is slowly mixing into his personality. He’ll still be a cinnamon roll at times but he’s got a bite to ‘em. Plus the amazing hot ass smut with mean Eddie 🤤🤤 Enjoy!

Warnings: masturbation (f), mean!eddie, possessive!eddie, sexual tension, graphic language, blasphemy, religious themes, blood kink (dream sequence), oral (dream sequence), unprotected p in v sex (dream sequence), light choking (dream sequence), kissing (reality/dream sequence), reader x eddie x steve x peter (dream sequence)

VI. The 001: Archangel

Eddie rang your house phone several times. Each time was no answer. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions and let anxiety get the best of him but he couldn’t help it when it came to you. With you and Eddie’s plans to stop the angel bots, there were a lot risks including being caught early. He needed to know you were okay.

He ends up calling your parent’s house phone instead. It’s crazy especially since your parent’s still held some form of grudge for the trial but he didn’t care. When the phone did pick up, Eddie was pleased to know that it was your sister who’d picked up instead.

“Hey, Erica. Have you seen Ashley?”

“Ain’t ya’ll supposed to be attached the hip?”

Eddie figured you must of told her.

“She’s at the bar with friends.”

“Which one?”

“The Bazaar, I think.”

Eddie can feel himself becoming infuriated. He’d been worried when he hadn’t heard from you after his interview and you decide to go out for drinks without telling him. Why did he get the sudden feeling that you were with Steve?

After getting off the phone, Eddie got into his van and made his way to your destination. He didn’t want to ruin your night or anything. In fact, he wanted to have some fun, too. Although, your definition of fun was a lot different from his.

————

The three of you were belting out the lyrics to Belinda Carlisle’s Heaven is A Place On Earth. The crowd cheering and singing along with you. It was the most fun you had in while and it felt good having female friends. It especially made you happy that Nancy and you decided to make up again.

After you were all done on stage, you girls talked and laughed amongst each until Robin took you and Nancy’s hand.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you guys.” She says very solemnly. “It’s been eating at me for so long. I’ve tried telling you guys so many times but I was afraid what you’d think. I’m ready to speak my truth.”

“We know that you like girls, Robin,” Nancy laughs before placing her hands on both sides of Robin’s face. “Those drinks affecting your memory?”

“No. It’s not that. I’m so gay there’s no way of denying it,” She laughs. “But no this is important and I need to say it or else I’ll put my foot in my mouth again and I’ll wallow in self pity for continuing to be dishonest to my girlfriends.”

She looks back at the table where the boys sat, making sure they weren’t an ear shot away. “I’m a witch.” Robin blurts out.

Your eyes widened.

“I know it’s crazy. You’re both probably looking at me like I need to end in an asylum. I get it. Who wouldn’t think that—”

“Robin, I’m a witch, too!” You blurted out, too.

“So am I.” Nancy says.

There’s a beat moment where you all just stare at each other before screaming so loud the boys looked over, confused.

“You bitches have been keeping this from me for so long.” You say, giggling.

“Oh, you’re one to talk.” Nancy smiles at you, arms crossed.

“You mean to tell me we could’ve been a badass witchy band the whole time? I feel like I’ve missed out on so much.” Robin shakes her head at the ridiculousness of it all.

“I can’t believe we grew up beside each other and we never once confessed.” Nancy says.

“I wanted to. So many times. But I didn’t want you or Jonathan to see me differently. By the way, does Jonathan know?” You questioned.

“Yes, he was freaked out at first but there are perks to having a witchy girlfriend. Bedroom wise, I mean.” A smirk creeping in on her face.

“You so nasty.” You teased.

Nancy looks over to Jonathan who’s downing his 5th drink. “One sec, gals. I have to stop this idiot from drinking anymore or he’ll end up doing karaoke, too.”

“Is that so bad?” You inquired.

“Yes.” Robin and Nancy say simultaneously.

Nancy excuses herself, leaving you and Robin to continue the conversation. You wanted to bring up so much but, for starters, she’s friends with Steve the Cult Leader. How on earth did that friendship begin?

“Hey, you and Steve being buds,” You try being subtle. “How’d that happen? Were you two, like, a part of a group or something?”

She laughs. “You’re trying to ask me if I’m a part of Steve’s batshit cult? I’m not. Me and Steve met at that god awful job, Scoops Ahoy. It was somewhere around the time you’d left for Louisiana for a few after graduation and I hadn’t gone to art school, yet. Thought he was a cool dude and we clicked. Didn’t know about cult thing until after? I thought it was a load of crap at first. Until he was alleged and then charged for influencing a group of hackers to leak the governor’s private emails. It was to blackmail him into making Lupercalia a recognized holiday in Indiana.”

“Whoa. The guy has passion. That’s for sure. What’s Lupercalia?”

“It’s like a celebration of bodily autonomy, sexual liberation and reproduction. Sometimes, it’s possible for it to end in one giant orgy.”

“I’m not sure if I should be aroused or disgusted by that fact.”

“It’s actually not so bad. You can meet some really cool peeps. But anyway, I wasn’t comfortable with Steve doing the organized crime thing just for the sake of Satanism. He’s changed, though. He’s staying out of trouble and using his charm for…somewhat good. He’s even planning something special for us witches. You’ll love it. Wanna join the gang? We could add some of our ideas for the event.”

“Yeah. Just give me a bit. I’m gonna get another drink at the bar.”

She nods before heading over to the table to meet the crew.

You sat, waiting patiently at the bar for the bartender to serve you. Then, all of a sudden, the air shifts around you. You whipped your head around searching for the presence that had sat right beside you.

He smiled, softly at you. He was tall, blonde, blue eyed and quite handsome. In an eerily otherworldly kind of way.

“Hi.” He’s the first to break your silent stares.

“Hey.” You said, shifting in your seat uncomfortably. Why did you suddenly feel nervous? But then you got your answer when he sat in the seat closest to you. His aura was intense! Not nearly as intense as Eddie’s who’s aura was so intense that sometimes you felt dizzy. But he was a pretty close runner up. Who is this guy?

“I saw you and friends performance some moments ago. You did wonderfully.” He spoke in polite way. Not like how people his age usually spoke. His voice, soothing and hypnotizing in tone.

“Thanks. It was just a spur of the moment kind of thing.”

“I’m Henry, by the way.” He holds out his hand.

You look down at his hand, hesitant to touch him while having the irrational fear that his overwhelming presence would drain you. Yet, you take his hand anyway.

“Ashley.”

“That’s a beautiful name. It’s actually quite rare nowadays. Like a diamond. It fits you.”

You look back at the group, noticing the girls watching and teasing playfully. Steve didn’t look to please, staring hard at the man.

“I’m sorry. Am I keeping you? I don’t want to interrupt your time with your friends.” He says following your gaze.

“No. It’s alright. I was just ordering a drink,” You point your head in the server’s direction. “Bartender’s pretty backed up. So, I could use the company.”

“Glad to be of service.” He playfully bows.

You notice a small tattoo on his wrist. 001. He see this and looks back up at you.

“Wanna know what it means?” He asks.

“Oh, you don’t have to if it’s personal. I’m sorry for staring so much.”

“It’s okay. I’d be happy to tell you. I understand that you’re a very perceptive person. So am I. There’s advantages to seeing things that others can’t. Like how I noticed that rune attached to the necklace you wear. It’s for protection. Am I correct?”

You touch a hand to your necklace. “Yeah, how’d ya know?”

“I dabbled in ancient language studies. My first impression of you is that you’re in touch with spirituality. It started off as a faint interest at first and then you fully committed to it.”

“You can tell all that just by looking at a necklace?”

He shrugs. “I don’t see much women buying expensive gemstones just for them not to commit.”

You nod. “You’re good.”

“I’ve had the time to practice.”

You didn’t expect for him to take your hand so your jolt at the sudden warm touch. He looks into your eyes for permission and somehow you allowed him. You blame your lack of sobriety. Taking your pointer finger, he gently brushes your finger up and down his wrist, letting you feel the tattoo.

“This is a symbol of unity and primacy. It means being one with family. I was lost before. Looking for meaning of everything. Hating the world around me. Then, She saved me and showed me the light. Now I am 001.”

Your eyes meet. “Ashley, are you looking to be saved?”

You opened your mouth to answer when Steve comes in and puts a hand over your shoulder. “Hey, Ash, everything alright here?”

Just as he asks this, the bartender hands you your drink.

“Everything’s fine. We were talking about spirituality,” You stood up from your seat holding out your hand for him to shake once again. “I’m sorry Henry. Looks like it’s my cue to join the group again. It was a great conversation, though. Really. Maybe we’ll see each other around sometime.”

“Yeah. Maybe,” Henry looks between the two of you, his stare lingering on Steve. He stands up. His attention is back on you. “I should be heading out. I have…work early in the morning. It was lovely meeting you, Ashley.”

He exits the bar. You face Steve, arms crossed.

“What?”

“You didn’t have to be so hostile.”

“Oh, like he wasn’t?”

“He was only matching your energy.”

“Maybe, I just don’t warm up to people that easily.”

You scoffed. “Oh, really, Mr. Cult Leader?”

The two laughed, joining everyone at the table. Steve brought up planning something called Hexennacht an occasion celebrating and honoring those who fell victim to superstition and pseudoscience, whether by witch hunt, Satanic panic, or other injustices.

“I’m thinking I’ll hold it just a week before Halloween. To peak the interests of the masses of course.” Steve says leaning back in his chair.

“Please don’t say ‘masses’ your beginning to sound like that kool-aid poisoning cult leader.” Robin says.

“Jim Jones?” Steve asks.

She groans. “Of course, you’d know that.”

The doors to the bar swings open, standing in the door was Eddie. He sport a leather jacket, his hair up in a bun, white shirt, blue jeans and looking like the metalhead version of James Dean. His eyes land on you, smiling wickedly and walking over to you. This can’t be good.

When he reaches the table he greets everyone, ignoring you at first. You rolled your eyes at childish behavior.

“Your majesty, can I just say that you crushed the interview today. You were incredible. Literal goosebumps.”

“I’m sorry. Did you say ‘your highness’?” Nancy says, moon-eyed.

“Oh, right, allow me to introduce you all to our Dark Lord.”

It felt like you were in another dimension because the next thing you knew, everyone was saying their graces to Eddie. “Oh, gosh, umm we’re so sorry for the formal greeting from before, Dark Lord.” Robin says.

You look over to Jonathan who was also saying his apologies. Did Eddie have an affect on humans, too? I mean, Steve is human but you understood he was different story. You’d assume that Jonathan would be the sane one. You watched the group in bewilderment seeing them go from drunken adults to loyal subjects.

“We, also, saw your interview, your highness.” Nancy says, pointing between her and her boyfriend.

“I missed the broadcast but if there’s a rerun I’ll could catch if it pleases you.” Robin adds.

Yeah, you’ve officially entered batshit crazy town.

“You guys, seriously don’t have to call me that. Eddie’s just fine. I’m just trying to hang out,” Eddie says, before looking down at you in your chair. “I’d like to hear you say it, though, Ash. Since, you haven’t given me a proper greeting.”

You swallow hard, trying to contain your anger. Why had he decided to do this now? “Sorry, my lord. It’s a pleasure to see you.”

“You’ve surrounded yourself with other men. Trying to get rid of my scent on you that quickly?” He smirks.

Your face grew hot, gauging your friends facial expressions and noticing them either quirking an eyebrow or shoot you teasing looks.

“Not trying. It’s effortless, actually.” You back talked. Why were you trying to be a brat knowing what it’d lead to?

“You guys, mind if I take Ashley for a private talk?”

“No not at all, Dar—Ed-die.” Robin says, nervously fumbling her words.

You give her a death glare. She shrugs, gritting her teeth in apology. Steve was, of course, amused by this. It was like he found joy in seeing Eddie use his authority over you. Did he know exactly what happens when you’re punished?

You stood up from your seat, following Eddie to the restroom hallways where it was more quiet.

“Hey, Eds, why are you being such a huge dick? You’re humiliating me in front of my friends.”

“What’d I do? They were the ones who made it weird. I just wanted to have a few drinks and talk shit. Be a regular guy.”

“That line about your smell on me. They probably think we’re fooling around. How’d you even get in the bar anyway? Drinking age is 21.”

“Will ya quit actin’ like you’re so much older than me? I’ll be 21 in another month. Relax. And it’s called the charm ability. I used it, they let me in.”

“How does that work?”

Your eyes locked and then it felt as if you were in a dream. You felt so overcome with the energy that you began to smile and giggle. “Anything for you, my king.”

What the fuck did he just do to you? Then, you’re snapped out of it, looking up at him confused.

“That was the charm.” He says.

“Please never do that to me again,” You think for a moment. This man probably used it on your friends. “Did you charm them, too?”

“Oh no, they were just that weird,” He nods in assurance. “Didn’t know witches and humans could get so horny for the devil.”

“They weren’t trying to suck up to you. They’re showing some respect. Who on this planet has ever consumed the devil energy and become him? That’s something you gotta pay your respects to.”

“And yet you continue to disrespect me.”

“I didn’t disrespect you. You’re the one being a jerk.”

“You didn’t tell me you were going out?”

“So that’s why you’re here? To clock my ever move.”

“No. I was worried that I hadn’t heard from you after my interview. I mean, there murderous angels going around town and we’ve just uncovered their plans. When I didn’t hear from you…I thought the worse. Then Erica tells me you’re at this bar.”

“You called my parent’s house?!”

“Yeah, so what. Are they really going to hold a grudge against me? I should be the one that’s angry. They were willing to throw me in to save your ass.”

You winced. He sees this and tones down his emotions, not wanting to make you feel terrible.

“I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”

“No. You’re right. That was a really shitty thing my parents did. I’m so sorry,” You sighed. “I was going to call you but I thought you could use the break. That interview…when you said you’d thought about it being you instead of Chrissy…that was really intense. I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“It’s nothing. Those feelings were something that I at that time. I’m fine.”

You send him an unconvinced look.

“I mean it.”

“Okay, I guess I’ll just wait ‘til your comfortable.” You say, still in denial of his indifference. “Let’s go back to them. Please. Or they’ll think we went off to have sex?”

“Is that wrong?” Oh god, he was closer to you again. You could hardly breathe in his gaze.

“Yes. Because we’re not.”

“Maybe we should.”

“E-eddie. You don’t know what your saying right now.”

“Yeah, I do,” He breathes in your scent up your neck, lips now by your ear. “You can’t get rid of your ache for me no matter how many men you surround yourself with. I saw how wet I made you during your punishment. You love the pain.”

“No.”

“Don’t try to deny it, Ash. I can smell how aroused you get whenever I touch you.” He emphasizes the word “touch” by grasping your neck, you whimper in response.

He looks you in your half-lidded eyes, the gap between his lips and yours barely there.

“Kiss me, Ash. I wanna know how much you want me.”

It was like gravitational force and the smell of his spicy cologne and minty breath made you filled with need. You tilt your head up inching your lips closer to meet his. It was so close, you could practically taste him.

Then…he pulls away. Your eyes were the size of saucers, blinking at him.

“I just wanted to know that you’d do it. Good to know that you would. Anyway, let’s go to the group. Don’t want them to think we’re having sex, right?” He echos back to you, flashing that maddening smile.

The rest of the night everyone had a great time catching up and getting to know one another. You hadn’t expected the group to get along so well but it made sense. For the humans that look on the outside of your group, you were all just regular young adults having a wholesome good time. In reality, you were planning to fight off creatures that risk plenty of lives in Hawkins.

You hadn’t imagine your year leading like this or any of these people who you’ve come to know to be involved in such a supernatural event. Yet, here you were. It was kind of exhilarating to know that in someway you’d found your coven after all.

——

Everyone went their separate ways, making plans to meet up again. Steve decided to take you home. Offering because you lived closer compared to Eddie. Eddie was not amused but he let Steve make this gesture finding some kind of twisted fun in fighting over you with him.

You didn’t want to leave your car at the bar but Steve vowed to help you pick it up tomorrow.

“Maybe next time, you and I could carpool. You sure could handle your liquor, although I think you’ve reached your limit.”

“I needed the some fun in my life.” You shrugged, your words slurring. He laughs at this.

“Well, you’ve always got me if you ever need to drink so much that you can’t drive.”

“Hey, what’s up with you and Eddie? And what’s your deal with me?” You blurt out. You were a drunk mess. You wanted to shut up to keep from saying stupid things but alcohol gave you loose lips.

“What do you mean?”

“It feels like you hate me *hiccup* ya know. Somehow, I’m always getting in trouble *hiccup* being around you. Eddie gets mad and you laugh.” A. Drunken. Mess.

He laughs again.

“See there ya go.”

“I don’t know I’m just amused by you. I find Eddie’s fascination with you interesting. I could see the appeal, though. Beautiful, smart, funny. I like being around you. Eddie thinks he finds it infuriating, us being together, but he likes the challenge. I do, too.”

“Oh, so I’m just some conquest you both are trying to explore. Fuck off.” You grumbled, squishing your cheek against the passenger window.

He darts his eyes between you and the road. “Hey, it’s not like that. I just notice that he really likes you. I really like you, too. Maybe we are sleezy for being competitive but at least it’s competing for your heart. Although, it looks like Eddie’s got the moves can’t deny that. I’ll accept the outcome either way it comes but I have a feeling I know who your heart belongs to.”

He parks in front of your home, shutting of his car engine and turns to face you. “Eddie’s got you bad.”

“My heart…belongs to me. No one else,” You answered, defensively. You bring your face practically an inch away from him.“Besides you and Eddie don’t get to control who I want. I decide. I think I’d want you. Or maybe tomorrow, I’d want Eddie. Or no one at all. I make my own decisions. Like right now, I think I’ll do this.”

You yank Steve by his shirt with your two hands and plant a kiss on his lips. He’s stunned at first, eyes open during the kiss before melting into it and moving his lips against yours.

You pull away, quickly. Fuck! Curse your intoxicated, horny mind. “I’ve gotta go.”

You hopped out of his car, he follows after you. “Hey, Ash, I didn’t mean to make it so awkward. I really wasn’t trying to start anything.”

“It’s okay,” You turned to face him, your hand now on your door knob. “I’m just really confused right now. I’m so confused. Goodnight.” You don’t wait to hear him protest anymore, opening the door and shutting it behind you. You slid down, falling to the floor.

“What the fuck did I just do?” You ask yourself.

——

Your mind reflected back to Eddie touching you and your kiss with Steve. You knew it was wrong to think that way about them but it was only a harmless fantasy.

After changing out of your clothes, you hopped into the shower. You let your mind run wild thinking about them, running your hands down your body. You reach your clit rubbing, remembering how Eddie whispered in your ear asking you to kiss him. What little you got to feel, you appreciated it. His lips felt so soft and the sweet minty taste on his lip…heaven.

Then there was Steve’s actually lips on your. You’d craved the kind of intimacy for so long, having been celibate for 2 whole years. You’d sworn off men for awhile after your last boyfriend dumped you. Yet, when your lips touched Steve’s a side of you that you’ve locked away returned in spirit in that car. If you hadn’t pulled away, you were seconds from riding him. Tired of being teased constantly by Eddie especially. You craved to be taken but you won’t give in easily to their advances. You weren’t some kind of game to be played.

So why did you allow yourself the time to imagine what it’s be like to have them both?

You close your eyes, a pair of hands wrapping around your throat and kissing your neck gently. It felt so real. Opening your eyes once again, you see Steve standing behind you, choking you from behind whisper sweet nothings.

You groan, melting into his touch and grinding your hips up when you felt the cool feel of a tongue against your clit. Steve releases you, allowing you to look down while he continued to kiss and hold you against him. Looking down, Eddie was looking up at you, devouring your pussy like a feast. A ringed hand wrapped around your thigh bringing it over his shoulder for better access.

“Fuck yes.” You mewled, tugging on Eddie’s hair. It’s so soft and airy in your hands. You wanted to run your hands through them forever. You stare into his pitch black eyes. He looked like a demon but it was so fucking hot.

Steve turns your head to the side, kissing you. You kiss him back, adding tongue to give him a proper kiss this time.

Eddie stands turning you around so that your back faced him and that Steve stood right in front of you. He spreads your legs apart. You can feel how huge he is against you. Remembering back to the night where you felt his erection against your tummy. He thrusts into you with no warning. You gasp falling forward into Steve’s arms who shushes you as you took Eddie’s thrusts into your wet heat over and over.

Eddie grunts behind you like a mad man and you’re panting, slightly bent over. Steve tilts your head up to kiss you again. Your lips knocking into each other caused by the force of Eddie’s strokes.

You were going to cum soon and Steve sees this, bringing his body flushed to yours so that you were sandwiched between their body. The shower water running over your bodies. Steve brings a hand down to your clit, burying his head on your neck and rubbing faster at your sensitive bud.

“I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna—-” Squeezing your eyes shut, you cry out gushing over Eddie’s cock and Steve’s hand. Your juices running down your thigh. When you open your eyes once again, you wanted to scream but no sound would come out. Instead of Eddie behind you, it was some beast man with an ox looking head. The devil. You pull away from him, bumping into Steve only instead of it being Steve…it was Henry, who’s hands were covered in blood. Your blood.

He licks each digit making an erotic show of it. You look down between your thighs, seeing the blood leaking down your thighs. You hyperventilate before you have time to process the situation. Henry pushes you against the tile wall, placing a bloody hand on your thigh.

“Join me.” He whispers, the devil standing right behind him.

You clutch the rune around your neck and chant a spirit warding spell.

Then, there a light. It’s morning and you wake up to find yourself in your bed dressed in your white nightgown. It was all a dream.

You sigh in relief, trying to figure out exactly what had happened and if this were a future vision gift you’ve received.

Your dress rides up and you can see a bloody patch on the hip side of your dress. Yanking your dress up on the side like ripping off a bandaid, you inspect your thigh. A bloodied handprint.

Your phone rings and you go to answer it, still shaken from the night’s events. “Hello.”

Eddie is on the other line. “Ash…they’ve found another body.”

Taglist: @nerdypartytrashpsychic @frozenhuntress67

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson imagine #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson fandom #dark!eddie munson #perv!eddie #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x sinclair!reader #eddie munson x witch!reader #black!fem!reader #eddie munson x black!oc #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x reader smut #eddie munson x you #devil!eddie munson #hell fire club #the hellfire club #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #stranger things #stranger things season 4

[para-socialist]

The first Bright Eyes show I went to was in July 2021. I flew into Philadelphia and met up with someone I knew from Tumblr. We drove for two hours during a tornado warning for the area while it rained so hard we couldn’t see the road. Since then, I’ve seen them 7 more times, and my love for this band has led to:

overnight drives to Pennsylvania and 11 hour train rides to Milwaukee;

an Airbnb in Omaha during the worst era of my life when I was suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling everything would be okay;

countless conversations with strangers outside venues: fans who wouldn’t be alive without Bright Eyes, fans who named their kids after Conor, fans whose faces I don’t remember but shared a profound connection with for a few hours;

and some of the most wonderful friendships I’ve ever had.

In April, it’s leading me to New York. I met Conor in November 2022. I didn’t want to put the emotional burden of “I have nothing left and your music is the only thing that makes me feel happy anymore” on him, so I just said thank you. He said “of course babe!” and offered me a hug. As emotional as it is to be hugged by a man you’ve considered your hero for 5 years, there was another fact that completely overwhelmed me: this guy is a complete stranger to me, and he is offering me kindness for no reason other than to be kind. He is not obligated to, and I didn’t deserve it, but he did anyway. I don’t remember crying, but I definitely am in the photos I took with him. It’s also the first photos of me in years where I’m genuinely happy. I feel like there’s so much more to say, but I’m not ready to be that vulnerable on a blog that’s been mostly shitposts up to this point.

Keep on going like it ain’t the end.

Happy birthday, Conor.

pic by me; please don't repost. more pics i've taken of him here

#parasocial.txt #bright eyes #conor oberst