#i was fighting for my life trying to get an all pink outfit that works

[salemsimss]

𝖀𝖑𝖗𝖎𝖐𝖊 "𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘬" 𝕱𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖙

Ulrike rocking the all pink look for @gunthermunch 's server challenge ♥

#ulrike faust #i don't say this a lot but i do love her #ts4 #ts4 cas challenge #the sims 4 #the sims 4 cas challenge #dogcrew cas challenge #munch #gunthermunch #i love participating in these challenges #i might have to share my take on gunther from the last challenge lol #i was fighting for my life trying to get an all pink outfit that works #salems.makeovers #sims 4 #sims #the sims

[spectorcomplex]

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL ❀ s. harrington x reader

steve cannot fathom how he ended up in scoops after hours reading teen girl magazines with robin, max, el, …and dustin? but anything for you.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader (she/her pronouns)

warnings: cursing, mentions of cuts and wounds

word count: 6k words

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“Hi! What can I get for you?”

“Hello, Robin,” Robin looks taken aback, seeing that customers usually ignored niceties and the worker’s name tags. “I’d like a vanilla with rainbow sprinkles. In a cone, please.” 

Your manners were so nice compared to the others and Robin swears you look familiar. And it clicks as she hands you your change. 

The dingus’ best friend. 

“Right, we just need to get the sprinkles from the back. It’ll be just a sec,” Robin tells you as she grabs the cone. 

You stand to the side out of courtesy but it was a Tuesday afternoon so the place wasn’t crowded with other customers yet. 

The sound of door hinges captures your attention and it was as if all the air were stolen from your lungs. The once dull ache in your chest put itself front and center once again once you see him. Steve. 

Steve who was once your bestest friend in the world until you decided to fuck it all up when your ridiculous mind thought he was going to die from a beating. He’s not your Steve anymore. 

His hair was longer and somehow he looked taller but his face– cherub cheeks, pink lips, and beauty marks remained the same. Cute. The features that had most of the teenage girls of Hawkins kissing the ground he walked on. You would have laughed at his sailor-themed work uniform if not for the melancholy memories flooding your mind. 

Unbeknownst to you, he was inspecting you just the same. Your hair was shorter, sunkissed cheeks, and an outfit he’s never seen you wear before: a tank top with a geometric design and light wash denim overalls that end mid-thigh. He nearly dropped the bag of ice cream toppings when he caught sight of you. 

“Here we go,” Robin said with an awkward chuckle and a flare of her hands. “Rainbow sprinkles.”

“I got it.” Steve insisted with a voice that Robin knew not to argue with. 

He grabbed the cone from Robin’s hand and frowned. Vanilla? You were always a chocolate girl. It was one of his favorite things to make fun of you about, in the most lighthearted way obviously. 

“Thank you!” Your smile was so infectious that even the middle-aged ice cream man managed to return the expression despite the sweltering heat. 

“You’re so weird,” Steve says with a shake of his head. 

“For what? Saying thank you? Having manners?” You frown despite knowing that Steve was just teasing. 

“No. For getting chocolate with rainbow sprinkles,” He replied. “The cardinal rule of ice cream is chocolates go with choco sprinkles and rainbow’s sweetness goes with others.”

“Says the boy with mint choco chip!” You retort, the corner of your lips fighting to lilt up into a smile. “You’re not convincing me with your made-up rules.”

“Well, I’m the exception,” Steve shrugs, his carefree smirk appearing. 

But despite it all, he’d get you all the world’s supply of chocolate ice cream and rainbow sprinkles to keep you happy. 

Maybe a lot has changed in the long months since you two drifted apart. Sure, he praised rainbow sprinkles going with vanilla flavors but having chocolate was what made you, you. 

“Uh, Steve?” Robin called, wary. 

“Right, yeah, sprinkles.”

You watched despite all the bones in your body telling you to look away. The right to gawk at Steve vanished the day he rejected your confession. 

“Here you go,” Steve finally said. He even made the effort to walk nearer to you under the pretense of being careful with the ice cream. 

You really try not to say the words, but all your life it has always been your heart and not mind speaking for you. 

“Thank you.” Your fingers brush Steve’s and you felt like crying. It was warm, how it always has been, despite the cold temperatures of Scoops Ahoy. 

His honey-brown eyes burned through yours and in the past this would’ve been the start of a competitive staring contest but now you surrender and look away. 

“We have some tables if you wanna…” Robin suggested and you silently nodded before even letting her finish. 

What?! Why were you staying? Just the thought of Steve was torture and now you decided to stay at his place of work. Where he was mere meters away from you even though your relationship with each other felt like you were oceans apart. 

You made a mental note to leave the shop once you were done with your ice cream so you wouldn’t look like a freak. Not that you didn’t look like one already. Sadly licking away at your ice cream, sulking, and looking miserable at the corner booth. God, you wished you had brought your walkman and headphones with you but who brings that to the mall? It’s a crowded place where you needed to pay attention to your surroundings. 

Another customer walked in and Robin inwardly groaned at the complicated order. Good thing she was working the cashier and Steve handled the orders itself. The customer walked away to wait at a nearby table and Robin rolled her eyes in annoyance as she turned to give Steve the order. 

“Hey,” She said, snapping her fingers in front of Steve’s dazed eyes. 

Still, that didn’t stop the boy from staring at the corner booth and her own eyes followed. 

“I thought you two were like tight,” Robin whispered, unable to refrain from prying. 

That seemed to grab Steve’s attention as he pushed himself from the table he was leaning on, “What? Who?”

“You and Y/N? I mean you two were everyone’s favorite couple,” She said matter-of-factly. “…Of besties.”

“Piss off.” Steve said, agitated. But for what reason exactly? He knows he’s just feeling that way to mask the immense sadness he’s feeling when you practically ignored him. 

“I’m just saying,” Robin shrugged, indifferent to her coworker’s annoyed tone. “Everyone at Hawkins High saw you two together go from inseparable to well.. to this.” 

She was right on the money and Steve didn’t want to validate that. Instead, he acted as if he was scooping up ice cream like he wants to be employee of the month. He even served the customer at their table instead of calling their attention to grab their ice cream at the counter. He took the risk of glimpsing at you as he walked back. 

You left the store wordlessly and Steve hung his head down low. He’s never opened up about the two of you two to anyone and the prospect of confiding about it to Robin both terrified him and yet it felt like a release. 

“I…” He didn’t even know where to start. “I fucked up.”

He was surprised at the silence. At this point, he was expecting a sarcastic quip from his friend but she genuinely looked concerned at what he had to say. 

So tell her he did. About how you tended to the wounds that Billy gave him, sobbing and blubbering through your words asking him to stay awake and that you loved him; you loved him more than a best friend should. About how he didn’t say anything back and pretended to ignore what happened even as you called the following days to check up on him. About how a week later he said he was going to Senior Prom with somebody else. Like a fucking idiot. 

It was gradual, slow— the way you slipped from his fingertips. The pain was like a bullet not having an exit wound and the pain had to be prolonged as someone tried to extract it from his body. He tried to backtrack and save your friendship. He clutched at the edges of what was left. Trying to pair up with you during projects or volunteering at your club but his efforts were in vain. He saw the way your eyes averted and how you faked your smiles when he was around. The hurt never faded and that metaphorical bullet was still in him. 

“But,” Robin huffed, hesitating. “Did you love her back? Do you love her? In the way Y/N meant in her confession?”

That question nearly threw Steve off his balance. Of course, he did. He always has. In a platonic way, in a romantic way. In every way a person can love somebody. 

He can’t count how many nights he laid awake thinking about you telling him through teary, earnest eyes I love you. I love you so much, Steve, you’ll be okay. We’ll be okay. 

It’s his fault that you two were never okay after that night. He’s loved you for what he can only say his entire life. Ever since your moms set up a play date between their toddlers. He’s a coward who used the excuse that he needed time to think things through. At that point in time, he felt like he still had serious feelings for Nancy and he didn’t want to try something new with you before he had that sorted out. But still, he should’ve addressed it in a way. He knows that now. 

“Yeah. Yes.” Steve replies with conviction. 

Robin’s expression lightens at her friend’s admission. A plan was already brewing in her mind. 

“Okay. Tell me when’s the next time those kids of yours come around.”

—+—

The day they came around was 3 days later, Friday. Another movie was released, called Back To The Future or something like that and of course, the kids wanted to use the employee hallways to avoid the usual Friday mall crowd. 

Usually, Steve let them do it without a word other than his usual warnings but Robin asked him to let her talk to them first. 

Lucas was ringing the bell, his other hand linked with Max’s. Perfect, Robin thinks.

“Alright,” She slams her palms down on the counter to assert her authority. The kids look on in curiosity. “I need to talk to you before you take advantage of our workplace access again.” 

“Us?” Mike asks, impatient. 

“No,” Robin rolls her eyes before pointing to Max. “To you.” 

The girl frowns in confusion but lets herself be led by Robin towards the back. 

“Uhm..? Is everything okay?” Max asks, crossing her bare arms to fight the cold. 

“Yeah, totally. It’s just, I know you skate and all that but is it possible you have teen girl magazines? Like seventeen or others like that?” Robin lets out in a single breath and she’s thankful Max understood all that. 

The red-haired girl flushes at admitting that yes, she does have said magazines but some she let Eleven borrow for the meantime. 

“Cool. Are you allowed to go to the mall tomorrow? With Eleven and the magazines?” 

“Uh. Sure?” Max answered, wary of Billy but she figured he was too busy going on dates with the public pool patrons. 

“Hellooo?” Dustin barges in. “What is this? Some no boys club?”

“Don’t be a jerk.” Steve delivers a light slap to the boy’s head. 

“You’re a jerk.” 

“Whatever. You two done?” Steve asks the girls with a kinder tone. He needs to be nice to Robin for this one. 

“Yeah, go on through,” Robin opens the back door for the kids with a flourish before she turns to Max. “The mags are for Steve by the way.” 

“Dude!”

Max grins. She was a bit hesitant to say yes to Robin’s whims but now she was entertained. 

“Me and El will be right on time tomorrow.” 

—+—

The weekends were every mall worker’s nightmare. And since it was the summer, Scoops Ahoy Ice Cream Parlor had no customer shortage. 

Steve was muttering under his breath, annoyed at the customer who argued with him for five minutes about spare change. He was about to glare at the person next in line when–

“Hi.” 

Steve nearly spilled all the change in his hands at the sound of your voice. It was timid, a tone he didn’t like when used to address him, but still your lovely, lovely voice. 

“Hello!” He could’ve stopped at that. “Ahoy!”

You giggled. You actually giggled. 

Any trace of annoyance left his body in an instant. You looked different today. Not physically but with more how you carried yourself. Your sweet disposition that he loved so much was back. Gone were the sad eyes you had the last time you came into the store. Still, you were a vision in your sleeveless pink chiffon dress. 

“What can I get ‘ya?” Steve asked in a cheery voice, doing everything he can in his power to keep that subtle smile on your face. 

“A waffle cone, please. With chocolate ice cream.” 

He felt his heart tug at that, “Any toppings?” 

You shook your head no and he briefly glanced at the sprinkles container to the side, unsure what to feel. 

You stood at the exact place you waited last time after paying. 

“Robin! Cashier!” Steve called out, wanting to personally make your order and hand it to you again. Anything to feel your skin graze his once more. 

You watched him work his way around the ice cream, just like you did a few days ago. He was magnetic. You always struggled to fight the urge to look away from him when he wasn’t looking back.

Despite the long line, Steve was sluggish in his movements. Based on the few moments you managed to observe his and Robin’s rapport, you wondered why she wasn’t scolding him for being slow in making this particular order. You willed your heart to slow down and your mind to avoid any delusions. 

He walked to you again to give you the ice cream. 

“Here you go,” His voice. So much sweeter than the dessert you were about to consume. You missed hearing it and you felt sad again, just like you did last Tuesday.

“Thank you,” You grabbed the cone from his hands, equally as slow. “Steve.” 

You swear you heard his breath hitch but you didn’t want to feed yourself any more hope of rekindling what you had once with him. 

“You’re welcome.” He said, eyes fixed on you with that heart-stopping smile. 

You felt defeated when you saw that all the tables and seats were occupied. You really wanted to stick around… for the cold the store provided in this summer heat. Today was hotter than usual so..

“You can stay at the back.”

Robin’s voice startled you and you were thankful you didn’t drop the cone in your hands. 

“No, no, that’s okay,” You eyed the customers, afraid they’ll get mad at your special treatment. “I’ll just find a spot at the food court.”

“And find even more occupied crowded seats?” Robin asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. 

You hung your head. Robin noted it was oddly exactly like the way Steve does. 

“Okay.” You bit your lip and followed her. 

What were you doing? This was your best— ex-best friend’s line of work. The outside was already dangerous territory for your fractured heart and now you were invading more of his space. You needed to get away.

Almost like she could read your mind, Robin placed a hand on your shoulders and continued walking towards the back. 

“Have fun,” Robin gave you a toothy grin with both her hands in thumbs-up before going back to work.

Have fun with what exactly? You gulped when you saw the familiar backpack strewn on a table. You were reminded that you didn’t bring your walkman again to serve as your distraction. Idiot. 

You ate your ice cream in silence, the chatter from the customers outside and Robin and Steve’s voices greeting the patrons were what filled the empty back room. 

You sat up in alarm when you heard Steve shouting at somebody. 

“Don’t go in there!”

You squeaked in surprise when the door was thrown open and you thought it would be some angry manager but you were met with the sight of a kid, probably a pre-teen, carrying something that looked like a radio prototype. He was wearing a green and yellow hat and looked just as surprised but he was quicker to recover. 

“I just need to borrow a few for batteries, Steve!” The kid shouted and you looked on in confusion. “And since you won’t let me get from the tip jar…”

The kid made a beeline towards Steve’s backpack and pulled out a wallet. It was still the same plain leather brown one Steve carried since freshman year. He opened the wallet and instead of grabbing any money, he turned to you with wide eyes.

“Oh my god, of course! You’re the girl in Steve’s wallet! You have longer hair here—“

“Henderson, I swear to God!”

Steve came barreling in and you looked like a deer in headlights and stared at him unabashedly. His eyebrows furrowed before looking at Dustin and he wanted the ground to swallow him whole right then and there. 

“Hey, Steve, cute pic of you two,” The kid shrugged, as if his words didn’t affect the two older teenagers in front of him in the cruelest way. “I’m Dustin, by the way.”

“H-hello, Dustin,” You managed to blurt out, accepting Dustin’s outstretched hand. 

“Nice finally meeting you, Y/N, even though I see you in school sometimes,” He talked as fast as Robin did. “Anyways, gotta go, I’ll pay you back, Steve!”

Dustin walked out of the room in a rush, meaning that he haphazardly dropped the wallet and it coincidentally fell at your feet. 

Your manners were a big part of you and of course you bent down to pick up the item without hesitation. It felt as if you were kicked in the ribs when you saw the polaroid slip out from the wallet. 

It was the summer before junior year, your birthday party held in the garden of your home. You may have slipped some tequila into the punch without your parents' permission but in your defense, it was just the right amount to give a baby buzz. Steve had wrapped his arms behind you in surprise. You should’ve known he was up to something when Tommy appeared in front of you laughing and holding his polaroid camera. 

“Alright, lovebirds, smile!”

Your joyful expression was a result of Steve placing a kiss on your cheek for the photo and Tommy somehow managed to capture the exact moment your demure smile turned into a full blown grin. 

On the white part below, yours + Steve’s initials were written in permanent marker with the word 4Ever. 

He dated Nancy Wheeler shortly after that. 

“I-uhm,” You stuttered, handing Steve his things with shaky hands. “Here you go.” 

“Thanks.” Steve managed to let out in a whisper. 

“I should go,” Here you go again, avoiding looking into Steve’s eyes. “Thank you for the ice cream and the seat or space or… yeah. Bye.”

You didn’t wait for his farewell when you rushed out Scoops Ahoy with tears already running down your rouged cheeks. You cried in the secluded area of the parking lot. 

—+—

Dustin’s a persistent child. That trait mixed with his penchant for being nosy was the perfect recipe for giving Steve Harrington a headache. 

“I told you nothing’s going on,” Steve groaned, hands on his hips.

Dustin raised an unimpressed brow, “Okay. Then why are you still here then? If it’s just the girls?”

“Because I need to make sure everything’s locked up.”

“Robin can do that, can’t she?” Dustin replied without missing a beat. “What magazines was she talking about yesterday?”

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Steve asked, evading the question he was scared Dustin was going to get answers to. One way or the other. 

“It’s summer vacation.” Dustin deadpanned. 

A store nearby was finally closing and that caught Steve’s attention for a split second, but Dustin took that opportunity to make his way towards Scoops Ahoy like a slippery eel. 

The mall was dark and devoid of its usual neon lights, the ice cream parlor being the only major light source left on. This better work, Steve thought, exasperated.

“What the shit? These are the magazines for you?” Dustin exclaimed, going through the pile while ignoring the glares from the girls. 

“Hey.” Eleven scolded. 

“This,” Steve said, pointing at the magazine pile. “Is all Robin’s idea.”

Robin scoffed, “You know, I think you need to be nicer to the ones helping you get the love of your life back.” 

Dustin looked dumbfounded. 

“Oh my god, is that why Y/N Y/L/N was here earlier?” Dustin gasped. “But if you two aren’t friends then why was she here?”

“Because I’m a genius. More than those who go to science camps,” Robin tugged on Dustin’s wrist so he could sit down. “Now, are we going to help this dingus get the girl of his dreams?” 

“That’s romantic,” Eleven said with a breathy sigh and hands under her chin. 

“I know just the pages,” Max muttered, still feeling a little shy about the teen girl magazine fiasco.

“My god,” Robin said in disbelief as her eyes roved over the articles. “This sounds like a marriage proposal instead of first stage boyfriend-girlfriend stuff.”

“What does it say?” Steve asked, ignoring Dustin’s inquisitive stare.

Robin pushed the magazine towards him. 

How to apologize to your girlfriend after a fight 

By Betty McCartney 

Steve immediately cringed. He decided to only read the highlighted parts instead. 

Say you want her and nobody else. 

The following text mentioned something about having arguments over jealousy but Steve decided to nitpick that sentence. 

He hasn’t wanted anybody else for a long time now but he does want you. He always wants you. There’s this void in his heart that was left hollow ever since you dissipated from his life. 

“These are so corny,” Max huffed, reading a different magazine. 

“Yeah but you want Lucas to do those too, don’t you,” El teased in a sing-song voice and Dustin joined in. 

Max rolled her eyes, her freckled cheeks dusted with a light shade of red. 

“We’re here for Steve and Y/N so here,” Max handed her magazine over with a page opened. 

How you get the girl!

By Alison Alwyn 

Steve couldn’t help but agree. They were corny. But the advice seemed heartfelt and he hoped that it was actually going to help him get his best girl back. 

—+—

It was 10 pm, and the mall was already a ghost town. Steve decided that he better bring the kids back to their homes or else he’ll get the brunt of it all. 

They all collectively groaned when they exited Starcourt and saw the pouring summer rain. It wasn’t a light drizzle; it was the one with terrifying lightning and thunder overhead. 

Steve immediately thought of you. You hated thunder. This instinct to see how you were holding up overwhelmed him. It was ridiculous, your house is as safe as it can be but he’s been over at your house on more rainy days than he can count on both hands. 

The last stop was Eleven’s, or technically Jim Hopper’s, house. She and Max ran in the rain giggling.

“Good luck,” The girls said in unison before exiting his car. He noticed they left two magazines in the back on purpose. 

Steve actually felt warm at the support Robin and the kids gave him. They were truer friends than some of the others he hung out with back in school. He took their good luck with a genuine smile and waited to use that luck the next time you showed up in Scoops. 

Thunder rumbled in the sky and try as he might to ignore his reckless gut, Steve decided to jump the gun and drive over to your place. Just to check up on you, he thought. Nothing less, nothing more. Although he did want something more he wouldn’t push it if it made you uncomfortable. 

The streets and turns he had to take were familiar. He hasn’t driven here in a while but the roads were seared into his brain after years of picking you up and driving you home. 

“Steve, my parents are going to kill me.”

“And me,” He said with a shrug. His sixteen year old bravado getting the best of him. 

“Can’t you practice driving when it’s not raining cats and dogs outside?” You shrieked as he started backing up from your driveway. 

He arrived at your place just as the first heavy raindrops fell. You told him he was crazy, going around in such conditions without a license. 

“It’s still going to rain when I do have my license so this is actually good because I’m preparing for real-life situations,” He argued with that smug smirk of his. These were moments you found butterflies fluttering in your stomach. 

In a blink, Steve found himself on your street. He can see that there were picnic tables littered in your front yard. That wasn’t there the last time he came over, which was probably six months ago now. 

The rain was still pounding and Steve’s heart was beating the same in his chest. He could see the lights in your bedroom were still on but the rest of the house was dark. Your parents were probably on the same business trip his parents went on. 

Steve cursed under his breath when he saw that the only place he was going to be able to park was across from your house. Although one of the girls did mention that the rain was quote-on-quote romantic. 

He cursed once again when he saw that he didn’t have his jacket in the backseat. He has to ruin his Scoops uniform but thought nothing of it since it was his day off tomorrow. 

Well, here goes nothing. 

Steve rushed from his car to your front doorstep, the rain and cold wind hitting his skin like pinprick needles. He was shaking like a cat by the time he took cover by your doorstep and contemplated between knocking or pressing the doorbell. He decided to do both. 

His entire body was drenched and his once voluminous hair was flat and dripping water down his forehead. He was shivering as he tried to listen in to your footsteps. 

The door finally swung open and the sight of you filled him with so much warmth that the rain didn’t stand a chance.

“Steve?!” You exclaimed, obviously shell shocked. “What are you doing here?” 

He tried to let out a reply but his teeth were chattering so much that he only managed to muster a shaky grin. 

“Are you insane?!” Your voice pierced through the rain and your warm hand grabbed his wrist before pulling him inside your house. 

You were a blur in his eyesight as you whizzed around, talking about grabbing towels and new clothes. Steve stayed standing on the welcome rug so he wouldn’t make a mess on the floor, your parents would probably be mad, although they didn’t do the cleaning of the house themselves. 

“Here, here,” You panted, wrapping a fuzzy towel around Steve’s shaking form and you stood on your tiptoes to wrap a smaller one around his hair. 

“Thanks,” Steve finally said and took in your form. 

You looked adorable in your loose knit sweater, checkered shorts, and mismatched socks. Your hair was up and your angelic face devoid of makeup. He missed seeing that. 

He’s seen you grow from a bare-faced child to a young lady. Steve’s heart practically stopped the first time you wore shimmery pink lip gloss in sixth grade. 

“C’mon,” You whispered, tugging on his wrist again for a split second. 

He followed you into the spacious kitchen. You told him to sit down while you make tea to warm him up and who was he to turn down being doted on by you? 

The silence was palpable. The only sound in the kitchen was the boiling kettle and Steve was trying to find the courage to say something. He really needed the luck Max and Eleven bestowed upon him. You had your back to him and it was obvious that your posture was rigid. He could still read you well. 

You quickly worked on giving him the steaming mug. He sat up, alarmed when you left the kitchen swiftly and without a word. Though, the sounds of you rummaging around sent a wave of relief through his cold body. 

He was sipping on the hot drink when you entered again, this time holding a pile of clothes. Steve recognized his old athletics department shirt. You still had his stuff? 

“Here’s all I can get, I don’t think you’ll like my dad’s clothes,” You bit your lip as you looked down, “Sorry, I don’t have any… knee high socks.”

It was a teasing jab at his Scoops uniform and Steve couldn’t bite back his smile. 

“It’s fine, management has more,” Steve teased back and got up like it’s muscle memory. He still knows his away around your house. 

He suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked back, this time he finally caught your eyes, “Thank you, Y/N.”

You didn’t look away when you gave him a minuscule smile. 

That smile masked the different emotions you felt the moment you swung open your door. You didn’t know who to expect when you heard the series of knocks but Steve Harrington was last on your list. That didn’t mean you were disappointed. Confused but not disappointed.

You assumed he went straight to you after work since he was wearing that ridiculously cute sailor’s outfit. But why did he come over? Nearly midnight, his pale skin making the ever vibrant Steve Harrington look like a ghost in the rain. Somehow, you think he was a figment of your imagination, a result of being lonely in this massive house. Your lonely days a few years ago would quickly be eradicated by Steve coming over with no warning. Tonight, it seems that he has done the same. For nostalgia’s sake? Just because you came by Scoops twice this week? 

Turns out, you weren’t hallucinating when he returned to the kitchen, wearing the clothes you gave him. Technically, it is actually his own clothes but just the ones you shoved to the back of your closet all those months ago when you decided to distance yourself from him. It had been one of the hardest decisions in your life. 

You wanted to yell at him. Throw accusatory words about what the hell he’s doing here after breaking your heart. Steve has been with too many girls to not know when he’s left them lying in heartache. Your brain wanted to tell him to get out and don’t ever think about coming back, but then you would be lying to yourself.  

Yet you didn’t say a word. Not when he looked like that. You swear he’d worn the same outfit back in Sophomore year. Only this time he was taller and his hair, though damp, was more beautiful than ever. You felt weak in the knees.

“Y/N,” He started. You knew that tone of voice, never forgot it really. Steve was about to say something important and serious, he was just really nervous about saying the wrong thing. 

You looked into his eyes. It hurt your entire being to do so but you figured he needed a little encouragement and you really really wanted to hear what he had to say to you after showing up in the rain. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry,” Steve finally let out and he felt a flood open, “I was such an asshole– I’m such an asshole and a coward for… doing that to you.”

“Doing what, Steve?” You hated how your voice cracked. 

“Breaking your heart,” He said with conviction and his shoulders slumped at the teary frown on your face. “Ignoring that you said you loved me because I was too afraid to tell you that I felt the same.”

Blood rushed into your ears and you could see Steve’s lips moving but you could barely register his words. 

“What?” 

Steve immediately stopped and took careful steps towards you until he was in your personal space. When you didn’t move away, he took that a sign to cup your cheeks in his hands. You only noticed that stray tears were falling from your eyes when his thumbs gently swiped them away– just like he always did when you cried. 

“I love you,” He whispered and you felt your lips wobble some more. “I always have and always will.”

“Stop,” You sobbed but didn’t move away. “I barely had a boyfriend back in school while you dated so many girls. You can’t just barge back into my life telling me this.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Steve nodded with his own teary eyes. He lead the two of you to sit down. “I don’t expect anything, Y/N. I just want you to know how awful I feel. It’s haunted me since the day you said it.” 

You could only nod. You thought you had your feelings in check but his words echoed in your head. Steve felt the same. He loved you– he loves you. You let out another broken sob. 

“I miss you so much, Y/N,” Steve’s voice cracked just like yours did. You know he’s being truthful. 

You let yourself be pulled into his arms and you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, undoubtedly staining the shirt with your tears. 

“I miss you too, Steve,” His arms tightened around you. “But I don’t know where to go from here.”

You weren’t ready to jump from one phase of your relationship with Steve to another extreme. Treading careful grounds would be a precaution to avoid giving yourself whiplash and having another fall out with the boy you loved. Still love.

“I want us to be in each other’s lives again. If that’s what you want,” The words you dreamt of him saying finally came to life. More melodramatic but it was still the words you needed to pull you away from your misery.

“Okay,” You found yourself nodding. “I just don’t know if it will be easy for me.”

Now was the time to be honest. This was the start of reconciliation. This time you’ll forgive, despite the urge to fight. You miss him too much to be mad anymore. 

“Then, let’s take it slow?” He suggested. “Like how I taught you how to ride a bike? Though I’ll be more patient this time around I promise.”

You giggled and pulled away from his neck to face him. Your heartbeat sped up when you saw his eyes light up. 

In all the years you knew him, Steve never broke a promise he made you. So when he says this vow to you it reminded you of how the good times used to be. 

His unintentional rejection of you was torment but you feel like half of that pain was caused by your own choice to ignore his attempts at making it up to you. It was hurt to an extreme degree but you always have space in your heart for Steve. 

“Okay,” You repeated. “No rushing.”

“No rushing,” Steve said, hands reaching out to hold yours. You gulped when you saw his biceps strain against the sleeves of the old shirt. “I’ll be nice and wait. Even if it’s for forever.”

You smiled through snot and tears, “Did you get that from a magazine?”

When Steve didn’t answer immediately and the familiar flush rushed up from his neck to his cheeks, your heart felt so much lighter and you started laughing. 

“Oh my god, you totally did!” You laughed more at the idea of Steve reading a magazine with cheesy advice. “You promise?”

He nods, “I want you in my life, Y/N. And this time no more running from problems, for worse or for better.”

And even though he broke your heart, you know that Steve will put it back together.

Steve knows that he would have to grovel and crawl on his knees to earn your forgiveness and he’d do that for the rest of his life just to make sure he wouldn’t make you cry again. 

“Will I get a complimentary chocolate ice cream with rainbow sprinkles next time I’m at Scoops Ahoy?” 

Steve pulls you into a hug and mumbles the word forever into your shoulder. That’s how he got the girl. 

steve as a taylor swift album would be 1989 i said what i said, please reblog if you enjoyed and comments are appreciated- seriously i’d cry tears of joy :’) this is my second stranger things fic and you could read the first one about our beloved eddie here 

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things season four #stranger things season 4 #stranger things fanfiction #robin buckley #eleven #max mayfield #dustin henderson #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff #steve and robin #eddie munson x reader

[gremlintheslut]

Kinktober

Day 2 Feminization and jealousy

Axl rose

Summary: realizing he is going to lose the love of his life over what many would consider small or unimportant axl forces himself to do the unthinkable to get her to stay.

Warnings: feminization, self degradation, mommy kink, oral and implied oral (f receiving), over stimulation, anal, reach around hand job, strap on, femme dom

(sorry for the late post I didn't realize till today the schedule posting feature didn't work)

Master list (main pinned)

I can't do this. She is the love of my life and I have watched her flirt with guy after guy trying to find my replacement. I look over at her as she takes off her heels right across from where I'm sitting on the edge of the bed. I know what she wants and maybe I'll learn to want it too. I'll lose her if I don't. "I'll do it" I say to her. "What?" She says turning to look at me. I make eye contact with her and I have never felt more humiliated in my life.

"I'll be submissive" I mumble looking down not wanting to face her. "Speak up Axl I can't hear you" she says clearly annoyed with me. She walks closer to me and puts her ear in front of my face. "I'll be submissive" I whisper into her ear. She looks at me with a smile all her annoyance gone. I feel less embarrassed and more comfortable. "Really?" She looks the happiest I've ever seen her. I nod my head. "Strip naked for me ax" she says before going to the walk in closest. That was the first time she had used that nickname in 4 months before we had our last big fight.

I pull my shirt off and throw it to the corner of the room. I can hear her moving things around trying to find something. I unbuckle my belt and throw in the same general area of my shirt. I unbutton my jeans and unzip the zipper. I pull my pants down along with my boxers and step out of them. I kick them to the pile of clothes and y/n returns seconds later with a box.

She puts it down on the bed behind me and I continue to look at her puzzled waiting for her to say something. "Okay change into what's in the box and tell me when your done" she says smiling before quickly leaving before I can open the box. I open the box and I feel utterly humiliated and I'm not even wearing it yet. A pink lacey bra with a matching micro mini skirt sit folded nicely in the box.

The bra has no padding and is a tight fit. The skirt has elastic and I have no problem getting into but it does dig into my hips a little. I stand in the outfit almost wanting to cry and lock the door to stop her from ever seeing me like this. But, this is what she wants. The only reason we have had big fights and she clearly doesn't love me like she used to is because she wants this every once in a while. She will be happy to see me like this not disgusted. Y/-" I clear my throat "y/n I'm ready"

She opens the door, walks in and closes the door. I'm not looking at her. I can't until I hear her reaction. "You look perfect baby" I'm ashamed to admit but I get a semi. I feel disgusting and now I'm afraid I might actually like it. I look at her and she is unbelievably happy. I have never seen her this happy before. I look down and see she's wearing a strap on. My semi goes to a full hard on. I'm so full with embarrassment. Thank God she doesn't say anything. My face is burning and I'm staring at the floor. I'm sure even my ears are red.

Y/n puts her hands on my jaw and makes me look at her. She goes up on her toes and kisses me. "Thank you ax really thank you" my embarrassment is somewhat washed away. Her hands mover from my face to my shoulders. "Get on your knees" she says her gentleness fading and I obey without out question. She doesn't need to tell me what to do I know what she wants. I lick my lips and put them around the tip of the dildo. I slowly put more and more into my mouth as she plays with my hair and watches.

Not wanting to gag I stop when I know it's close to the back of my throat. She puts her hands on the back of my head and slowly forcing me to slowly go further. Tears fill my eyes and soon spill down my cheeks as I start to gag. She stops for a moment to let me get used to the feeling before making me go further. I hate this. I hate the gagging and this sick feeling I have in my stomach from thinking I'm going to puke. My hard on is completely gone at this point.

She grabs my hair and pulls me off. Thank God. I cough a little and wipe the spit from my face before following her next commands. "Get on the bed" she says and I nod my head doing as she says. Without saying a word she rearranges me into the position she wants me in. On my hands and knees facing the headboard of the bed. She leaves my side momentarily to get the bottle of lube on off of the nightstand which hasn't been touched in nearly 6 months now.

I hear her open the bottle and the sound of the gooey liquid being slathered on something but I can't feel any lube on me. I know what's about to happen and every part of me wants to end this now before anything happens. But I don't. I think of her smile and how sincerely and sweetly she thanked and spoke to me. I feel the lubed up tip of her strap on prodding at my asshole. She pushes the tip in and my eyes full with tears of pain and humiliation.

She slowly pushes the strap on in further. I am filled with disgust as my dick gets hard again. I'm trying my best to convince myself  I don't enjoy this but I don't believe me. I feel her hips bump me as the last inch of the strap on fills me. Tears roll down my face and I hold back a sob. I enjoy this why the fuck do I enjoy this. She reaches around and with the remaining lube still on her hands she wraps her fingers around my shaft.

She starts to slowly move her hands up and down my cock as she moves her hips matching the pace of her hand. She is very gentle clearly not wanting to hurt me. I let out a moan as she hits my g-spot for the first time. It feels so good and the pleasure distracts me from my thoughts. She speed up the pace. The stretching sound of the the lube up toy almost fully existing me and reentering me fill the room. My tears continue to flow but from overwhelming pleasure.

Then I say something I never knew I even wanted to say. "I'm gonna cum mommy" she speeds up in response and I cum all over the bed and her hand. But she doesn't stop nor slow down. I let out a whine of pain. "Fuck stop" I say and she doesn't listen. I'm not sure if I really want her too. My dick feels like it's on fire from the amount of stimulation it's getting and the tip is firey red. I moan loudly not caring if the neighbors hear.

I'm close to cumming again. I want to say "mommy I'm gonna cum again" but the only word I can get it is "mommy" I continue to repeat the word unable to get through the sentence. I blow another load over the bed and her hand. She still doesn't stop. At this point I feel no pleasure and only pain. Everything hurts and I'm begging her to stop in between sobs. I'm so sensitive and I can barely form any thoughts other than "ouch". I go down on my elbows and bury my face into the bed.

I haven't cried this hard since I was a child. I don't even have time to realize it myself before I'm cumming again. She finally takes her hand away from my dick. She places both hands on my hips and slowly pulls out. Once she's all the way out I colap onto the bed and cry. I lay in my cum crying while takes of the strap on and puts it on the bed side table. Climbs into bed and holds me. I calm down soon after. "What is it?" She asks me still being able to tell when I'm not saying something after all the time she has paid no attention to me.

"I thought I was gonna hate that" I say ashamed. "But you don't?" She asks and I shake my head. "I think I loved every second of it" I admit. "You don't seem happy" she says. "I feel disgusting" I say. "There's nothing disgusting about you baby and even if there was I would still love every part of it" she says and I feel way better. I roll over making her fall into her back. "What are you doing?" She chuckles a little. "It's the first time we've had sex in almost 6 months and you think I'm gonna let you go unsatisfied?" I say as I position my head between her thighs.

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Thanks for reading💋-gremlin

#axl rose #axl rose smut #guns n roses #axl rose gnr #guns n roses smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #axl rose gnr smut #kinktober day 2

[missholoska]

some new Underswap MH designs! properly showcasing Maddy the Dummy, and introducing Swap MH Ruins Dummy's Mad Mew Mew equivalent form ✨

info about them and design ramblings under the cut!

Dummy:

appears as the tutorial dummy in the Ruins - Asgore encourages Chara to talk to them, but no matter what action the human takes, the Dummy will take offence and leave the room after snapping at them. Asgore then takes the opportunity to tell Chara that even if a monster is rude, showing mercy is still important.

Bored Dummy:

appears as a boss in Waterfall - Mad Dummy told them to get revenge for how they were treated by Chara, but Bored Dummy doesn't really care about fighting and only does so to make their cousin happy.

at the end of their battle with Chara, Happstablook notices the commotion and makes a dramatic entrance with a glitter bomb, inadvertently spooking his cousin out of their body.

Mad Dummy:

offscreen, Alphys asks if they'll model a Mew Mew Kissy Cutie cosplay she'd been working on, as she can't find her usual training dummy to ask. after agreeing and trying on the outfit, Mad Dummy has a Mad Mew Mew-esque identity revelation, and continues wearing the cosplay for the rest of the "game".

if Chara speaks to her in the overworld, she mentions she's considering renaming herself Maddy.

???:

briefly reappears as Bored Dummy again with Maddy after Alphys' hangout event, but soon afterward decides to leave that body behind for good.

after the barrier is broken, Chara can find the uninhabited dummy body in Waterfall, and a barely-visible ghost floating near the snails at Blook Acres.

Maddy the Dummy:

loving life as an adorable mannequin model and one of Napstabot's singers. she frequently changes her look with different wigs and clothes, and has a preference for pinks and pastels, frills, and occasional edgier styles.

still very much the loud, energetic and quick-to-anger type, easily switching from cutesy charm to yelling at someone annoying, and retains her habit of repeating words/phrases three times.

doesn't become Mew Mew like her UT counterpart, but she does have a big soft spot for the Mew Mew Kissy Cutie series, though she prefers Mew Mew 2. she and Alphys have had multiple Undernet arguments about this.

has both friends and knives now!!

Pom Pom:

still lacking a body on the surface, Chara offered to knit them a custom body of their own. they liked the idea of being an animal-like monster, as well as an apple theme based on their favourite saying (that being their UT counterpart's check description). once the body was complete, they soon became corporeal and took on the new name Pom Pom.

they're shy, quiet, easily startled, and especially prone to boredom. they have little tolerance for aimless shenanigans, and will either leave a situation they dislike or just ragdoll on the floor and sleep. they stand like they're about to fall over at all times.

their new body kept some familiar features from their previous, including a cotton heart and button eyes. the heart functions similarly to Napstabot's heart-shaped core.

ghost ages are pretty vague, but they're an adult and the youngest of the ghost cousins.

I've talked about Maddy a couple times in the past, but to reiterate: like Happstablook I want to handle her character with as much respect towards her UT counterpart's story as I can, given that her role swap predates Mad Mew Mew's reveal. had I not designed and gotten attached to my Napstabot in early 2018, just months before UT's Switch port, maybe I would've swapped Mettaton and Mew Mew instead, but it is what it is. think of her as Mew Mew and Glad Dummy combined 💖

as for Pom Pom, with how little canon info there is on Ruins Dummy I just went all-in on what few details I had to work with. admittedly the apple theme is a total stretch from the "apple of my eye" part of their check description, but I liked it too much to not go with it! and them being an animal-like humanoid is to match Mew Mew being a catgirl, so I thought a deer suited their personality.

also, the reason their body was knitted by Chara specifically is I love the headcanon that ghosts can hear the narrator (based on Napstablook responding to their own check description), so after applying it to Swap MH I thought it'd be cute if Chara and Frisk have a close bond with the ghost family post-pacifist :'>

anyway I'm aware that they're pretty much just an OC-ified version of a canon character at this point, but like. people have been doing that with the humans, Gaster, Dess and AU Sanses for years. I am allowed one (1) Basically A Fan Character version of an existing character, as a treat

#undertale #safeutdr #underswap mh #ruins dummy #mad mew mew #mad dummy #ghost cousins #swap mh background characters #undertale art #holoskart

[an-au-blog]

We've all seen Sora take the kids and marry Zeff or leaving Zeff custody of Sanji but hear me out: Sora doesn't die and is the one to break Sanji out of the dungeon and escapes with him. They're in some no name town in the East Blue and Sanji sneaks on to Mihawk's little coffin boat to loot him and take it back to his mom and gets caught. Mihawk walks him back to Sora who apologizes profusely and Mihawk can see that shes ill and that they're clearly out of their depth and for whatever reason, his mind cannot fathom it honestly, he offers to take the Kuraigana with him. Sora and Sanji agree too, for whatever reason, maybe they're scared because they know who he is, or they're just that desperate. Either way they agree and leave with him.

They make a supply stop a couple islands away because Mihawk realizes they have nothing except a shared back pack of clothes and that's it. Sanji is trying not to hide behind his mom from Mihawk but he's a kid who's been through a lot and Mihawk reminds him of his brothers and Judge. Mihawk gets them a few outfits and picks up some more food because of how thin they both are. When they check into an inn and Sanji's asleep Sora finds Mihawk and thanks him and says she had to save her son.

Not even a month after they're all settled in his home Mihawk finds himself extremely endeared to this duo and hopes they never leave, it takes him another three to say it and Sora cries happily and Sanji nods. Sora has taken over most of the cleaning and Sanji cooks with Mihawk a lot and Sora has improved greatly. The dynamic isnt perfect by any means but it works for them. Sometimes Sanji's nightmares will wake Mihawk up before they wake him up so Mihawk will sit with him until they do or he calms down. Sora knows a lot about caring for weapons and instruments so she'll tune the piano or clean his antique swords.

Woops Mihawk is in love and suddenly has a wife and child he didn't think he would and Newgate is going to laugh at him. Doesn't even necessarily think of the implications or anything just tells them at dinner over their plates. They don't leave until Sanji decides to go work at Baratie when he's a teen and then joins the straw hat crew. Life goes on. Everyone thinks Sanji's an orphan still since he doesn't talk about his parents. His parents read the paper.

When Perona appears Sora confirms it's not her pink haired daughter but she'll take another. And then look! Zoro's here, Sanji's nakama and the kid Mihawk almost killed, how charming. Zoro's really confused because Mihawk in the castle is different from the master training him and he's a lot softer and kind towards Sora. Sora asks them both about their adventures in pirating and such.

Zoro asks point blank if she's Sanji's mom and she laughs and mentions how that's so Sanji to not talk about them and Mihawk mentions how smart that is because otherwise oops, they're either down a son or Mihawk's bounty is unfrozen. Sora jokes that need two more to make up for the other two she has and Mihawk tells her that they cannot keep collecting kids.

Zoro is absolutely gonna kick Sanji's ass.

That's a whole-ass fix right there, damn! I actually love any au where Sora doesn't die, I don't wanna see her go ngl hahaha ':)

And I genuinely think she can melt almost anyone's heart. But have you thought about the Sanji repressions??? He's already canonically bitchy but now he'll have all the sass from Mihawk as well????? I think that'd be absolutely hilarious!

Plus that would mean that Mihawk was going to the Baratie to check in on his son, that's so cute omg :') And that could also be an excuse for why he didn't kill Sanji's "new friend" during his fight with Zoro.

Also why do I feel like Mihawk would try his damned best to make Sanji call him father instead of dad and Sanji would do it just to spite him.

Sanji: thanks for uh... you know... not killing my new crewmates

Mihawk: I guess it couldn't be helped

Sanji: Whatever, bye dad

Mihawk absolutely not having the heart to correct him at this point:... yeah.

Also Sora adopting Perona during ts makes me so happy. She would brush and braid her hair thinking if she'll ever have the chance to do it with her biological daughter. So that only makes her want to savour every moment with Perona while she can. And I think Perona would love Sora as well, she loves cute and pretty things so they'd make a great dynamic just absolutely driving Mihawk up the wall by redecorating... or as he calls it "ruining the aesthetic" or his castle.

Also... for the haha's: Sanji knowing way yoo much about swords would confused the hell out of Zoro. Not to mention that once Zoro finds out about his connection to Mihawk, I feel like he'd want to fight him even more than he already does. Bonus if Sanji is actually a really skilled swordman.

#Sanji #vinsmoke sora #dracule mihawk #mihawk x sora #is something i never thought of but could be fun :) #op #one piece au #answers

[rubykgrant]

I finished up all the outfit designs for my RVB OC, Junonia! I put her here in a line-up with Poppy (another RVB OC, but she's been finished a little longer). I wanted to get a good idea for what her vibe was, but also have some variation as well. Some casual looks, a few a little fancy. Poppy's style leans a little more boho-folksy, with a splash of sporty here and there (here armor is mostly white with tan accents, so she has lots of different rosy-brown tones in her outfits). Junonia has a more casual-elegant style, not formal exactly, but lots of feminine/chic clothing, and few different comfy street looks (her armor is dark purple with pink accents, so those colors show up in her clothes).

More info for them below~

Junonia is tall and chubby, but not very curvy. She has sharp and elegant features for her jawline and cheekbones (very pretty and striking). She uses a mobility aid, a cane and some knee braces that help ease stress. She has a cane with her armor as well, but it's more high-tech, and doubles as a weapon, while the suit itself helps compensate stress on her knees (the idea of having a character who needs mobility aids, specifically canes, actually came from seeing a different character from another series; the character used them in a civilian form, but when fighting bad guys, they just magically could walk fine... I thought, hey, if sci-fi magic is involved, shy not just give them a SUPER COOL cane, that can adapt to their needs in battle and what-not! so, I transferred this thought process to Junonia. the high-tech one can automatically fold-up into a gauntlet when she's sitting, and has several other adjustments, making it like multi-tool). Her armor would be dark-purple with pink accents.

She has two prominent tattoos; around her neck/collarbone is a design of a gold chain, pearls, and a seashell. On her arm is a design of a seahorse, with the tail wrapped around her wrist (the way they sometimes hold on to rocks with their tails~). She has most of her hair pulled back, in box braids (they are short on one side, getting longer as it goes to the other side, in sort of an asymmetrical line).

Part of her story involved getting tricked into working for an organization that claimed to help people without being "restricted" by government rules... which is a cool idea in theory, but unfortunately, the people in charge of this group were insidious a-holes. Junonia was in charge of gathering intel, a medic for her team, and occasionally helping with defensive fighting (not that she isn't perfectly capable in any forms of battle, but she's a bit like Doc, not entirely a pacifist, but reserves violence as a last resort, or to defend herself/others). When the organization began to fall apart, including the people running the show trying to take out the underlings to erase evidence, Junonia got out of there quick and hid under the radar for a while... more recently, she's been involved with helping people find resources for recovery, and she's also gotten back into her habit of collecting information (like what happened to other people in her group, and where the ones responsible for the problems are hiding).

Junonia is generally a calm and graceful person, but she's also VERY clever, and can have an icy form of anger when dealing with somebody unpleasant. She's very compassionate, but doesn't compromise in specific situations. She grew up being fascinated by sea creatures, but never got to visit the ocean until she was an adult. When she was hiding, she finally was able to find a place to stay by the water, and worked on putting all her knowledge of marine life into practice. Within the group, she's something like a "reverse" of Carolina, without being an adversary/antagonist. She has the same level of tenacity as well, but more tempered (if Carolina is a bit hot-headed, Junonia is more cool). It's a bit ironic, because she knows about all the others, and at first some of them wonder if this will somehow be "uneven", but Junonia is open to sharing facts about herself, and it's very easy to enjoy/accept her companionship. She really likes horror and action/adventure movies. She's in her late 30s, and is a trans lesbian.

Poppy is short, with a fairly thick and solid build, and soft features. Poppy didn't actually "join" the army. She was "selected" to be part of a "special training program", which turned out to be tricking poor and homeless people into working at dangerous outposts. When one area was getting attacked, a lot of the people running the show took escape ships for themselves. Poppy was able to find a set of armor, and now looking "official", she helped guide all the people who would have been abandoned to safety. When she got them all to a rescue ship, a soldier asked if she had been in charge of that outpost. She basically pretended that- she TOTALLY was the boss. Yep. Hired herself, and gave herself a promotion. Before she could back out or escape, she was thrown into a new "assignment". Whoops!

She was then sent to a different group of Red and Blue Flag Zealots, meant to identify needed supplies and order more ammunition. She was designated "neutral", and had white armor with tan accents. When the teams ran out of bullets, they kept fighting in non-lethal ways, which Poppy thought was preferable to a clearly pointless war, so she just never put in the order for more. Both teams considered her a friend, playfully fighting over who's side she was on. After a dangerous incident left her knocked-out and recovering, Temple's group arrived to recruit more Sim Troopers. Poppy's group refused to join. When she woke up, they were all gone, and she had to work on making cybernetics for herself. Because she's still considered part of the Flag Zealots, the UNSC decided to throw her back into a new training program (which was actually pretty shady in terms of motives), and that's where she meets Sarge.

Poppy is meant to sort of mirror Simmons. The fact that Sarge likes her, and she's a nerd, SHOULD make Simmons hate her guts... but after one conversation, he internally just clicked with her- "Oh, sibling? Sibling!". Also, she and Simmons are trans in opposite directions (Poppy never cared much about having surgery, but she always wanted really long hair). Poppy’s got a bit of a “cheerfully dismissive” attitude when she’s not in a mood to deal with somebody. She also likes making people laugh, and when she’s really close to them, she tries to be a source of comfort. She’s got a temper brewing under there, though (she can shout and rant with the best of them, but you really need to worry if she’s coming after you quietly). For the most part, Poppy is easy-going (because she’s been through a LOT, and knows what she’s capable of), and pretty quick with sarcastic little comments. She also feels her painful emotions VERY deeply, and freely cries when upset. One of her skills is messing with audio communication, and her favorite trick is to play annoying songs as a distraction. With white armor, the prophecy of Red Team being the lesbian flag has been fulfilled!

#red vs blue #rvb

[angelicniah]

Euphoric

pairing | Daemon Targaryen x Black F!Reader

Warnings: Nudity

summary: You catch the eye of Daemon Targaryen.

word count: 1.4k

A/n: This is my first series I have every done. Also is the second thing I gave written in a long time so please try to be patient with me. I will take any feedback you can give me. Anyone can read. Other than that, enjoy :). Divders by @firefly-graphics

If someone told you three years ago that you would be working at a strip club to get through college, you would've laughed in their face. But sometimes life has a way of putting you in situations you would have never thought you'll end up in.

 You worked at one of the most popular strip clubs in all of King's Landing and was one of the top dancers there.

The Pink Paradise.

The club was owned by Jacqueline and Anthony Carter. Anthony handle the money and Jacqueline keep the girls in check. And together they ran the club as one big happy family. You started working there after one of your college friends that worked there told you about it. Even through things can get out of hand sometimes, you loved it there and plus the pay was good...most days.

"Alright ladies." Jacqueline announced to everyone in the dressing room, "We got some important people coming tonight, so I need you guys to do your best out there. Don’t fuck this up."

Before she leaves out, she turns to you and points a manicured finger at you, "You're on in 10."

As you are trying to finish putting yourself together, your friend Imani, who goes by Jinx on stage, comes over and leans against you vanity.

"Did you hear who is coming tonight?" She questions as she look at herself in the mirror checking her lip gloss.

"Don't know and don't care." You said, making sure your hair was good.

"Cmon. You're telling me, that you're not a little bit curious." She nudges your shoulder.

You look up at her, " I just came to get my money and go home, that's it." You told her.

She rolls her eyes, "Well I'm going to tell you anyway." She says, "It's Daemon Targaryen."

Even through the name sounded familiar, you couldn’t place as to why. Before you could as her who he was, your name is called fo you to go on stage.

"Alright, alright settle down everyone." You heard the Dj say, " Next coming to the stage is a crowd fav. Welcome to the stage Miss Luna!"

The crowd starts cheering and you take one final deep breathe before walking out.

Don't walk in here with the bullshit look up on your face. Mad about some argument from yesterday, yeah Cause tonight, no need to fight, I can ease your mind

As the song starts playing, you strut towards the pole in the middle of the stage. You grab ahold of the pole and wrapped your legs around it, twirling and pulling your body around it. You moved your body to the beat of the music.

Everyone's attention was on you.

When I put this cake in your face I got that shit that you're cravin' (ah, ah) Boy, come here Eyes rollin' back of my face And I got you feelin' the same, yeah 'Cause I want it

Your eyes scanned the crowd and locked on a pair of eyes in the VIP area. You twirled around the pole and swung your legs around it. You blocked out the sound of the crowd and kept eye with the man. It was you was dancing for only him.

Got you curling your toes While you're deep in my throat

I want it I'll be the six and you'll be nine I want it

As the song comes to an end, you put your legs out in the air into a split, doing one final spin before dropping down onto the stage still in the same position. You leaned back from the pole a little and let the money fall on you and on the floor around you.

" Everyone gives it up for Miss Luna!" The Dj says.

As you grab the money from the floor, you could hear the disappointing groans from the crowd because you had to leave.

After putting your money up, you walked out the dressing room and you changed into a different outfit.

You put the bag of money into your locker and went to grab a drink from the bar. You could see Imani sitting on one of the stools flirting with Xavier, the bartender. Once she sees you, she smiles at you.

"Girl you did that. Had they asses on the edge of their seats." She tells you and gives you a high five.

You chuckle “I mean… I try.” You said an gave a little shrug and took the drink Xavier hands you. You thank him and down it, before you hear someone calling your name and looked behind you to see Jacqueline waving you over to her. Wanting to see what she wanted, you got up and went over to her.

"You need something boss lady?" You questioned her.

"I need you to go to one of the private rooms. One of our special guest paid for a dance." She says and tells you the room number.

You had never really been to one of the private rooms, always choosing the safe option to dance out in the open. Even through you were nervous, you were also curious as to who was behind the door.

You stood in front of the door of the room you were told to go to before knocking on it and heard a male's voice behind the door.

"Come in." The voice says.

When you walk in, you see the man that was making eye contact with you sitting on the couch with a drink in his hand. He beacons you into farther into the room with the flick of his hand. Nervously, you look around the room to see a pole in the center of it and a stereo in the corner of the room.

The man clears his throat and your eyes snaps to his figure. Your eyes scan up his body as he does the same to you. You could tell just by looking at him, he was someone important. When your eyes got to his face, you see that he is already looking at you. There was something about the way he was looking at you though. The look in his eyes was intense but it also did something to you.

You went over to the stereo in the corner of the room and grabbed the remote and turned it on. As you walk over to the pole, the music comes on and fills the room. The liquor in your system gave you a little courage to be a little less anxious. You listened to the lyrics of the song, letting your body move to the beat of it on the pole.

Drip too hard, stand too close Fuck around and drown off this wave This go hard, it's the most You ever make sounds, girl, behave

The man leans forward to sit his glass on the table in front of him. He pulls his hand back and places his arms on the back of the couch, spreading his legs wide. You twisted and turned your body in different positions on the pole.

There's no limit, yeah I'm a master with the P Once you in it, yeah Disaster with the D You won't last in it

Getting down from the pole and onto the floor, you seductively crawled over to him with your ass high in the air. You leaned up and slide your hands up his legs. He stares down at you with those intensive eyes of his. Standing up, you leaned forward, putting your breast in his face. You felt him let out a breath against you and it sends a shiver up your body. You straddle him and sit down in his lap, reaching behind to unhook your bra. The both of you held eye contact with each other as you threw it somewhere behind you.

Moving your hips to the beat of the song, you felt him harden underneath you. He lets out a groan and tries his best to not touch you without your permission. He tipped his head back on the couch, giving a full view of his neck. You licked your lips and bit on your bottom lip.

He puts his head back up when you turned your body in his lap, putting you back to his front. You laid your head back on his shoulder next to his and grinded your ass back against his crotch.

"You're so beautiful." He whispers in your ear.

Hearing him says that makes you squirm in his lap. You grabbed one of his hands and laid it on one of your breasts. He squeezed it, making you let out a whimper as his thumb brushed over your nipple.

As the song comes to an end, you slowly get up out of his lap and bend down to grab your bra from off the floor. He says something as you are walking out of the room.

"See you around." He shouts over the music of the club as you open the door.

You looked over your shoulder to see he has a smirk on his face. Without saying anything, you continued out the door.

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hiii i love your works! can i request spencer x bau!reader who drags spencer to the eras tour but they get called into a case and show up to work in like crazy outfits and get teased by the team??

i LOVED writing this request. The picture above is what i envisioned when describing the outfits :) (also to whoever requested this thank you so much i love love love you!! if you have any requests send them my way!!!!!)

Pairing: Spencer x Bau!kinda femme!reader

Content warnings: None really :)

Word count: 667

Tonight was the night! You were buzzing in your seat, staring up at the stage. Your incredible boyfriend had not only gotten you tickets to the Eras tour, but also managed to get floor seats. You were holding his hand, feeling as though at any moment you would explode from sheer excitement. You look down at your outfit, a jeweled corset top and a black sequin pencil skirt. You actually find yourself at a similar height to him in your black thigh-high boots. Spencer was in an outfit you had personally orchestrated for him-a pastel pink and blue shirt (in honor of his favorite album, Lover), jeans, and his usual converse. You did also convince him to have a matching, very sparkly, 13 on his hand. Just then, the stage lights up. You both jump up in your seats. Over the years you had been dating, you managed to turn him into a certified Swiftie. 

Normally, you were pretty shy. Outside of talking to victims or families on cases, you weren’t very social and tended to stay pretty quiet. But at that moment, you didn’t care how ridiculous you looked. You were seeing your all time favorite artist, with the man you loved, surrounded by thousands of other people who were just like you. You sang your heart out, even getting Spencer to dance with you during a few of the songs. It all came to a crash during ‘Style’-which really should have been a magical moment, considering it was both you and Spencer's favorite song. You have your phone out, recording the song, screaming your heart out-when you see it. A message from Hotch. Telling you that you have a case, and to get to the office immediately. Your heart drops, as well as your phone. You bend down to pick it up as Spencer registers what this really means. You look at him, completely heartbroken. He pulls you into a hug and kisses the top of your head.

“I’m so sorry” He says, having to yell over the sound of hearing your favorite song-your song-live.

You nod and try to find a way out of the crowd.

“They fucking owe me.” You tell back, grabbing his hand and making your way out of the stadium, out of what was shaping to be the best night of your life, and out to your car.

It’s not until you actually make it into the briefing room that you realize that you both look absolutely ridiculous. Not only because of your outfits-but you were both decently dissheveled from fighting your way out of the crowd. You both stand there like a deer in headlights as the whole team turns their heads. Morgan is the first one to start laughing, both you and Spencer sheepishly taking your seats. Penelope registers why you’re wearing what you’re wearing first, and her heart seems to break for you.

“Nice shirt Reid.” JJ says with a chuckle.

“Oh my goodness…you guys were at the Eras Tour?!” She exclaims, her arms dropping. 

You both nod, as the information sinks in, everyone now less confused about what you were wearing.

Everyone seems very amused, but you were still pissed at the fact that you were plucked out of the concert a little before halfway through. You stare down Hotch, even he was smiling.

“You owe me. I didn’t even get to hear ‘Shake It Off’” You say, trying to seem annoyed, but truthfully you couldn’t keep a straight face with everyone laughing. The situation was too ridiculous, even Spencer couldn’t contain his laughter, as embarrassed as he was.

“If we wrap up this case quick enough, I’ll try to replace your tickets.” Rossi says, chuckling. “I’ll have you ‘Shaking it off’ in no time.”

You all burst into laughter before Hotch speaks over the room.

“Let’s get to work everyone-and you two, change before we leave.” You both gave him a thumbs up, leaning back in your seat to be briefed on the latest case. 

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Summer of '03 | Joel Miller x Female Reader

Chapter 2 - The Garden Party

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Rating: M for Mature (18 + no minors allowed)

Word Count: 6K

Warning: All warnings on the Series Masterlists, will update if necessary (Re-iterating, no minors allowed! Thank you)

Chapter Summary: The annual neighbourhood garden party is the last place you want to attend as the new gal in town. But you spot Joel Miller in the corner who gives you a rather charming smile. Maybe things are finally looking up!

Notes: Hey everyone, its been a minute! I am really sorry for the delay for the chapter, but life has been insanely busy! Between work, preparing grad applications and the upcoming semester, I have not had a minute for me. Also, this chapter was really hard to write, I've been trying to make my interactions more natural and its SO HARD!

I hope you all enjoy the chapter and like always thank you to everyone who liked and commented previously, I live for all your feedbacks! If you wanted to be tagged, let me know and I'll be really happy to add you to my taglist :D Take care everybody!!!

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As the morning sun crept through the curtains, you woke up completely groggy. The oppressive feeling was eerily reminiscent of your late teens when you'd sneakily raid your dad's liquor cabinet for a swig of that fancy cognac. You groaned and snuggled your head further on the pillow. Note to self: "Never again mix wine with emotions” The fight with Joel last night had left you emotionally drained, and the contradictory desire/hate combo that was swirling inside you further accentuated that hangover feeling you were experiencing. And on retrospect, mixing wine into the already boiling pot of emotional turmoil had not been a great idea.

Getting up slowly, you shuffled your way into the bathroom, urgently seeking relief from that awful pasty feeling in your mouth. With your teeth brushed and the unpleasantness washed away, you returned to your room. Feeling a bit daring, you cracked open the bedroom window. And what do you know? A wonderful gust of fresh air greeted you, like the universe had just dropped a perfect little slice of heaven right at your doorstep.

Your hangover momentarily forgotten, you dashed to put on your cutest co-ord yoga outfit – a playful pink ensemble sprinkled with little white dots that made you feel like your best Barbie self. You unfurled your yoga mat, eagerly anticipating the next 45 minutes of respite from thinking about one Joel Miller. As you were bending down in some stretches, your peaceful bubble was abruptly shattered by a relentless assault of knocks on the front door. Seriously, universe? Can't a person downward dog in peace?

Letting out an annoyed huff, you marched towards the front door and yanked it open, fully prepared to tear into any doorstep salesman audacious enough to disturb someone at 8:45 on a Saturday morning.

Your annoyance faded as soon as it appeared because right in front of you stood a very sheepish-looking Sarah Miller, dressed in cute white shorts and a purple cap-sleeve shirt. A broad smile lit up her face as you opened the door. You arched an eyebrow, crossing your arms playfully before teasingly asking, "I thought you weren't supposed to come around here from now on?" Sarah's response was an Olympic-worthy eye roll; the sass was strong with this one.

"I don't know what's up with my dad, he was so out of line last night! Uncle Tommy says that he's got a stick up his ass, and honestly, truth!" You burst out laughing before herding her inside.

"Ah well, men are from a completely different planet. I stopped trying to decode their language a long time ago" you giggled with her.

Sarah suddenly had a very vulnerable look etching itself on her face. "I was afraid you wouldn't want to hang out with me after yesterday. I would totally understand if you didn't want to; my dad can be a lot sometimes. Like I love him and everything, but he really needs to chill." You smiled and reassuringly bumped your shoulder with hers.

"Hey, don't sweat it, alright? I loved hanging out with you yesterday, and your dad's grouchy grandpa routine isn't going to change that. Now that school is over, maybe you could come around more, we could hang out and stuff. If you aren’t busy of course, I cant imagine that youd want to spend all of your time with your boring old neighbour!"

Sarah's smile could light up the whole of Austin with how bright it got. "I'd love that! I have a babysitting gig for most of the summer, but I'll be free every day after 3 pm, and Dad works late, so we can hang out then..." Sarah kept rambling about how excited she was, and you couldn't help but smile fondly.

"Still, now we'll make sure that Joel knows when you come over; don't want to give him another excuse to hate me, you know. He’s got a big enough list already" Sarah acquiesced quickly, "Don't worry, my dad's gonna come 'round. He likes playing the overprotective Texas man, but inside he's like a big mush of jello."

 You couldn't help but snort at her words; many words came to mind when you think of Joel Miller, but "mushy," "soft," and "jello" would definitely not be contenders. Words like "intimidating," "broad," and "grumpy" would more accurately describe the man. And the sneakier voice in the back of your head would go even further and kept traitorously adding explicit descriptives that you couldn’t take out of your mind; “sexy” “arousing” and “daddy” were just a few. But you would deny ever having those thoughts until your grave. It didn’t matter how hot and steamy Joel Miller was, he was first and foremost a Grade-A asshole.

But when you looked at Sarah, who was so sweet and lively, you found it hard to believe that Joel Miller could truly be as terrible as he appeared. After all, he was the one who had raised her, wasn't he? Just the previous day, Sarah had disclosed to you that Joel was a single dad, which might account for his long hours and the fatigued yet determined countenance he wore. Observing him leaving his house in the morning, you were reminded of an old drawing you had come about in your grandma’s library when you were a child. You remember spending hours overlooking the printed carving depicting Atlas shouldering the world's weight as if an immense burden rested on his shoulders. The roles of provider, nurturer, and protector seemed etched into his demeanor – qualities, you imagined, he sought to embody for his daughter. It couldn't be easy, day in and day out.  If only he was less of a dick, you would bequeath those qualities to the man: dedicated, protective, nurturer. A shame he had the personality of a constipated rottweiler.

You smiled at Sarah and gestured toward the living room. "I was about to do some yoga, you want in?"

"I don't have a mat," Sarah replied.

"Lucky for you, I have two," you winked at her. When you decided to move to Austin, you’d never be able to guess that your new best friend would be a 14-year-old girl.

"Come on, you can't miss it! It's going to be so much fun, and literally everyone will be there!" Sarah exclaimed, her excitement only adding to the throbbing headache you were developing.

You hesitated, trying to find the right words to decline politely. "Well, you know, big meetups really aren't my scene…" In truth, the idea of spending your entire Sunday afternoon at the annual neighbourhood cookout in Didi Roberts' backyard didn't appeal to you at all. The Robertsons' legendary BBQ supposedly marked the beginning of every summer and was the talk of the neighbourhood, but for you, it was more like an anxiety-inducing spectacle to avoid at all cost. As the new face on the block, you could already hear a million questions coming your way - something you'd much rather steer clear of. The prospect of being surrounded by a sea of unfamiliar faces, engaging in small talk, and participating in group activities made you feel slightly uneasy. After all, you had come to cherish the quiet Sundays you've enjoyed since moving to Austin, spending them with a good book, relaxing in the backyard pool with Sarah, or strolling through the nearby park.

“I don’t think I want to have a bunch of people asking me a bunch of questions, Sarah, you know what I mean?” Sarah clucked her tongue, putting a stray curl behind her ear as she turned toward you. Both of you were lounging in the backyard, savouring the last rays of the sun before Joel would be due home. “Nah, people won’t care. Didi’s husband left her like 2 months ago, and no one knows why!!! People are gonna be way more interested in that drama than you moving in, trust me!”

You chewed your lips as you considered Didi's new divorce proceedings being in full swing. You couldn't help but wonder why she would be so adamant to host regardless. Perhaps it was out of habit, an attempt to maintain a sense of normalcy in the midst of what you heard to be a complete shit show of a divorce. Or maybe it was an act of defiance, showing everyone that she was doing just fine despite her husband leaving her for his secretary. The jury was still out on that.

Despite your best efforts to stand your ground, Sarah's contagious enthusiasm was proving to be a formidable opponent, gradually wearing down your resistance. For every argument you put forth, she effortlessly offered a counter, until finally, your resolve began to crumble, and you found yourself giving in.

"Well, okay, I guess I could drop by for a little while," you finally conceded, a soft smile escaping as Sarah's triumphant expression lit up her face.

"Awesome! You won't regret it, I promise!" Sarah assured you, wrapping you in a tight hug.

This was how you ended up in a large backyard, full to the brim with the entire neighbourhood on a blisteringly hot Sunday afternoon. The sun beat down relentlessly, casting a golden hue on the lively scene before you. Laughter and chatter filled the air, accompanied by the tantalizing aroma of grilled meats and sizzling vegetables.

As you stepped into the midst of the gathering, you couldn't help but feel like a fish out of water. An outsider among the familiar faces, you took a moment to observe the different groups scattered throughout the yard. Kids were running around with playful abandon, their laughter like tiny bells chiming in the summer breeze. Their parents were scattered over the expanse of meticulously trimmed green hedges and professionally cut grass. The dads had for the most part congregated around the large bbq, while the moms were drinking rose and chattering on the patio chairs. And you were… there. Sarah had said that she and unfortunately Joel, would be there at 1h30 pm, well now it was 1h55 pm and they were nowhere to be found.

Suppressing a groan, you reached for your glass of sangria, lifting it to your lips and taking a hearty sip. You had arrived at the cookout armed with the special concoction, hoping it would somehow win over the crowd. Your culinary prowess might not shine as brilliantly as Gordon Ramsay's, but who needed Michelin stars when you had the “Boozy Book” written by your very own Granny Mabel? She had always sworn by the magic of adding 3 extra shots of triple sec and 2 shots of Jameson to a full bottle of white wine, claiming it made the whole thing pop. You could still vividly recall the sight of your relatives at family summer cookouts, gleefully imbibing Mabel's potent sangria, only to end up toppling over and snoozing on the meticulously manicured lawn. In your younger years, the adults' antics might have seemed far from impressive, yet your grandma's smug wink and her declaration, "Someone's got to add a little spice to these dull gatherings, my darling!" had stuck with you. Now, as an adult, you embraced the tradition with open arms. After all, people didn't have the luxury of being judging assholes when they were too intoxicated to even form coherent thoughts.

And apparently, your master plan to win over the neighbourhood ladies had worked like a charm. Initially met with unsure and haughty looks, their opinions quickly changed after just one sip of your sangria. Suddenly, you became their new best friend, and even the hostess, Didi, declared that you would be invited to every future cookout. Hip hip hurray, you thought, though a tinge of gloominess lingered.

As you sipped your drink, you found yourself trapped in a conversation with Bonny and Portia, neighbours who lived down the street. They were busy talking your ear off about their husbands and their brood of children. They were practically living novellas of family life, expressing their eagerness for the resumption of school to catch a break from their children's ever-present demands. A wry smile danced on your lips as you listened to their musings, "so much for motherly instinct," you couldn't help but snort into your glass.

As you tuned them out and Portia's voice began to fade into the background, your eyes wandered away from the endless chatter and scanned the gathering.

And there he stood, Joel Miller, the man who made your heart skip a beat. Time seemed to slow as your gaze locked onto his, and the air around you crackled with electricity.

He looked delectable in that tight blue t-shirt, his charm and charisma radiating effortlessly. Joel stood in the corner, sipping on a beer, the condensation forming delicate droplets on the bottle. The way he casually leaned against the fence showcasing his confident ease as if he owned the place. The world around you seemed to blur, and all that remained was him and the palpable connection between you.

A mixture of excitement and nervousness flooded through your veins, momentarily halting your breath. The fleeting eye contact said more than words ever could. He knew, and you knew, and it was intoxicating.

A mischievous glint danced in Joel's eyes, and a knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He raised his beer in a subtle salute towards you without breaking the locked gaze, revealing the underlying connection between you two. However, before the moment could fully unfold, he shifted his attention to a smaller man in round glasses who was chatting animatedly at him.

Joel responded with polite nods and occasional hums, but it was evident that he was merely going through the motions. His eyes, though looking at the man, seemed distant, as if his mind was elsewhere. And your eyes stayed glued to him, observing the mesmerizing bobbing of his Adam's apple with each sip he took from his beer, entranced by the subtle movements.

You felt yourself grow warmer and a throbbing ache slowly started to build deep within you. You rubbed your thighs together as subtly as you could, but the sight of Joel Miller, who, for once, didn't look like he wanted to rip your head off, was too much for you. So you indulged, taking your time to watch him – how good, strong, and wholly masculine he looked compared to everyone else. Your eyes roamed over his strong shoulders, stretching against the fabric of his checkered shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, leaving his powerful and hairy forearms on full display. With his arms crossed, his stern stance gave you the perfect view to appreciate the thickness of them. You couldn't stop looking at him. You close your eyes, feeling the pressure of the man from the other side of the backyard. Fuck what you wouldn’t give to have him bend you over the table in front of everyone at that party. To have those big strong hands hold you down, hold your hair. Maybe you’d see something other than resentment in those warm brown eyes for once.

A teasing smirk played upon your lips as you continued to indulge in shamelessly ogling the man who had been causing headaches for the past couple of weeks. Your eyes settled on his strong thighs, outlined perfectly by the well-worn fabric of his ever-present jeans. It was as if he had a personal commitment to denim, regardless of the occasion or the weather. But you weren't complaining; in fact, you were quite appreciative of this consistency. Those jeans offered you an unobstructed view of his muscular legs, each contour and sinew highlighted in exquisite detail.

The play of sunlight on his skin only intensified the appeal. The way his muscles shifted beneath the surface as he moved, the way his stride exuded confidence – it was all captivating. You marvelled at how he could maintain such an effortless air of strength and masculinity, even amidst this admittingly boring BBQ.

Your lips met the cool rim of the glass in front of you, and you took a tentative sip. The liquid provided a fleeting reprieve, its flavor momentarily drowning out the persistent tug of the dilemma that wrestled your thoughts. Should you muster the courage to wander over and initiate a conversation with him? The notion lingered, a prominent question mark dancing in the recesses of your mind, illuminated much like those incessant billboards on the highway. It was as if a colossal, bright yellow arrow was pointing directly at Joel Miller and his infuriatingly irresistible face!

But the memory of his all too recent antagonistic behaviour gave you pause. The last time you crossed Joel Miller’s path, his words had been laced with a sharpness that grated your soul raw, leaving you exposed and feeling like a misbehaving little girl all over again. Your palms felt sweaty when you were with him, and you were pretty damn sure that about 60% of that wasn’t due to arousal. Ok maybe more like 40%, but still!

When his piercing brown gaze fixed on you, warm and inviting for everyone else, it seemed to hold a different essence entirely, summoning a sense of learned powerlessness that you had vowed never to let anyone inflict upon you again. It settled deep within your stomach, a leaden weight that felt unshakable. Like an anchor, it connected you to the darkest corners of your self-destructive tendencies. It was astonishing how a devilishly handsome, middle-aged contractor from Texas had managed to raze the fragile castle of self-esteem you had painstakingly erected after you had left your parents' home at just 19-year-old.

But at the same time, shouldn't two adults be able to talk without making a big scene in public? You were twenty-six for God’s sake, not a toddler! And he was… well you didn’t know how old Joel Miller was, but he should be old enough to not throw a temper tantrum. At any rate, that smile he threw your way could have been a peace offering, maybe he realized he had been nothing short of a complete douchebag since the day you two met. And there was Sarah too. You loved the girl, and it would be really nice if you and her dad weren’t always going for the jugular like a pair of wildcats!

Just as you were lost in thought, Portia's loud voice snapped you back to reality:

“And then, Marie said that the lifeguard down at Millbrow public pool wanted to show her how he used his stick and… Hey you even listening?”

You turn your head sharply toward the woman who exchanged an annoyed look with Bonny who rolled her eyes at your blatant display of inattention. You smiled nervously before downing the rest of your full glass in one go to the look of horror of the two PTA moms. You tapped the edge of your glass for emphasis, “Empty, gonna grab a refill of the punch I saw coming in. See you two later.” Before either could utter a word, you quickly make your escape toward the large table on the patio where a large bowl of punch had been placed.

As you were making your way, you tempted a quick look towards where Joel was standing a minute ago to find… Nothing. You let out a sigh, probably better that he went somewhere else, gives you an excuse to not talk to him. As you reach the table you grab the oversized ladle and poured yourself a generous amount of the unknown concoction into your glass.

“I’d be careful with that if I were ya. Didi’s famous ‘round here for having a pretty generous pour.”  You dropped the ladle with a large splash from the shock of hearing the voice of the man that had been living rent-free in your mind right in your left ear. He was close… way too close for your heart to handle. Joel let out a sharp laugh as you felt yourself grow hot.

“Glad one of us is having fun.” You grumble, “Could you give me some space, I gotta…” you point in the general direction of the punch bowl and extend your hand to start a game of go fish with the ladle. But as your hand reaches for the bowl, Joel’s own larger, browner, and calloused hand reaches for your wrist and softly squeezes. “’tis my fault, I’ll grab it. If Didi saw you contaminating her punch, she’ll throw a damn fit.” You shiver as you slowly retract your hand, “Euhh, thank yo-” You inhaled sharply as you felt his other hand grabbing your lower back, gently nudging you to the side.

You turn your head and were met with the devastatingly beautiful side profile of your infuriating neighbour. You were so close, that if you leaned in you could probably kiss the apple of his cheek. “Won’t Didi be angry with you if she sees you though?”  Joel only smiles as he fishes out the ladle and puts it on the napkin next to the bowl before wiping his hand down. He turns his head in your direction and all of a sudden, your two noses are inches apart. You drew in a sharp breath as Joel Miller smiles his devil smile “Better me than you, trouble.”

You raised an inquisitive eyebrow at his taunting and dare you say, flirty word, “Trouble? Is that supposed to be me?”  Joel gave a shy smile at the playful tone behind your words, and slowly brought his face inches closer to yours, your nose almost touching. You could feel his warm breath on your face. His sharp woodsy aftershave invaded your senses, leaving you a bit dizzy. “Yeah, I mean you’ve been nothin’ but trouble since I met ya…” And just like that the spell was broken.

“Excuse me?” You drew your head back sharply and took a couple of steps back, clearly, Joel wasn’t expecting you to react that way because he levelled you with a lost and slightly panicked look.

“I don’t be meanin’ anythin’ by that. I just, ya know.” He was clearly scrambling for words, but you just stared him down putting your hands on your hips to make you look as unimpressed as possible. He squirmed under your hard stare. Good, you thought. Let him feel as small as he made you feel these past 2 weeks. After 30 seconds of this suburban recreation of a western showdown, Joel seems to remember who he was and who you were because his eyes narrowed, and his lips formed a thin line.

“Sorry to burst whatever little rich girl bubble ya been living in, sweetheart. But you’ve been a troublemaker since you set foot in this damn neighbourhood!” You refused to be intimidated, not this time. Not when you had been mere inches away from kissing those plush lips that now were disdainfully scorning you.

“I don’t see how I’ve been trouble at all actually.” You replied, fixing him with an angry glar.

 “What you want an itemized list or somethin’?” You felt your eyes narrowing further at his words, “I’ve been nothing but nice and friendly since the day we met! You are the one that’s been acting like a grade-A asshole!”

 “Come on kid, ya bein’ serious right now?”

“Do I look like I am joking?” you retort angrily. Joel deflated at your tone and looked sheepish for a split second. You could see the gears working in his mind as he was trying to stringed together an excuse that would get him out of this.

"I didn’t mean to be rude, but ya know you ain’t the most considerate…" You let out a loud gasp, looks like Joel decided to double down.

"Is it about me arriving a ‘day later’?” You made sure to emphasize the words with air quotes, “I told you that day, no one told ME I had a schedule to abide by. If I had gotten in late at night, I would have found a hotel to crash in, no biggie. Rich girl pockets, you know." Joel looked a bit reddish at your sarcastic words and a little frown settled between his bushy eyebrows.

"Well, then you should’ve used that big New York, fancy educated brain to know not to disturb people when they don’t want to be bothered!" God this man knew how to push your button! What was wrong with him and why did he love throwing you your life back in your face like a well-placed jab!

"May I remind you that it was 1 pm by the time I got to Austin? How was I supposed to know you'd be asleep at 1 pm? I am many things, Mr. Miller, but a mind reader is not one of them."

Joel was getting quieter with each answer you were giving him, but he was not a man with the habit of letting go. He had dug himself a grave and he was in too deep to reach the top, so the only way to go now was deeper.

"Well, you did have my daughter at your place without tellin' me! That was irresponsible and downright negligen…"

"And I already apologized for that. I apologized, but that wasn't enough, was it? Why exactly? I didn't do anything to Sarah! I would NEVER do anything to that girl, and I would NEVER let anything happen to her! For Heaven’s sake, you act as if I was taking her into a cult! And you treat me like a… Like a fucking nuisance! Like I’m a fungus under your foot. And for what? Because I’m inconsiderate based on your minimal assessment of me? Based on the fact that I didn’t abide by a schedule I didn’t know about? Because I woke you up in the afternoon when I should have known that Joel Miller would be sleeping? Or because I love spending time with your daughter? From the way I see it, one of us is acting like a kid and it sure as hell isn’t me. You need to grow the hell up, Joel!"

You catch your breath as you start to notice that you two have been attracting a crowd, and most people in your general vicinity have gone completely silent. Hypnotized by the free melodrama happening in front of them, no doubt.

Joel was not letting go, and although his voice was much more subdued than what you’d heard before, he kept going his accent getting thicker with each angry word he was uttering. But you were too angry for his charming southern drawl to have any effect on you “I told ya I didn’t want ya hanging out wit’ Sarah no more! She’s my daughter and I decide who she should hang out with!”

You rolled your eyes at his last-ditch effort to apparently stick it to you. What was it with men and their refusal to admit fault? You were so tired, and the day was so fucking hot. Fuck, things had gone sideways so quickly. You really didn’t want to fight with Joel, all you wanted now was to go home, crawl into bed and sleep for 12 hours, hopefully away from all the nosy neighbours. You cringed, you and Joel would without a doubt be the number one topic of gossip in the weeks to come.

You gave him a tired smile, “I don’t even know why I am arguing with you right now, since everything I say, you’ll just twist to fit whatever weird narrative you’ve got going on. Look, I like hanging out with Sarah, she’s just a lovely girl. She is funny and kind and just completely smart as a whip. She is the first person that’s shown me some kindness since I moved here. If you really don’t want her spending time with me, I won't push it all right. I just want you to please leave me alone now.”

Your words seem to placate Joel as his stance became softer as he finally seemed to realize that you two had amassed quite the crowd with your little display. “Look, I didn’t mea..” “It’s fine.” You cut him off, “I’ll get out of your hair, and I’ll stop causing so much trouble since that’s apparently all I am good for to you.”

“Now wait a min…” His plea went ignored.

“I said it's fine Joel! And now, I am going home.” You turn sharply and swiftly make your way out of the backyard, your blood ringing loudly in your ears and tears welling up in your eyes. From hurt or humiliation, you didn’t know. Now you could see things pretty clearly though, Joel Miller was a fucking asshole.

Joel's gaze tracked your hasty retreat from the garden party, his eyes fixed on your form as you disappeared from sight. The soft murmur of his neighbors' conversations reached his ears his. Your public spat was probably the highlight of their fucking month. Vultures the lot of them!

He shot them a withering glare, his frustration palpable, his words of sharp retaliation poised at the tip of his tongue. However, before the acerbic retort could find its voice, a broad hand landed with a hearty thud on his back, interrupting his thoughts.

“Alright folk, Show’s over! How ‘bout ya’ll go find something else to entertain ya lot?” Tommy’s voice was friendly enough, but the authority underlying his words was sufficient for people to start scattering like a bunch of barn mice.

Tommy's grip on Joel's arm tightened as he led him away from the chattering crowd, angling towards the neglected corner of the backyard. The hushed echoes of whispered conversations seemed to follow them, an audible shadow that gnawed at Tommy's nerves.

Something was definitely off, but he wasn’t able to put his finger on what was going on with his brother. As they reached the secluded spot, Joel's brows were furrowed, his features a mix of bewilderment and frustration. Tommy could sense the tension in the air, a palpable unease that crackled between them.

"What the hell is going on with you?" Tommy's voice mirrored the frantic thoughts racing through his mind. "I might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but even I can tell that whatever the hell just went down was a complete disaster, Joel! Seriously, for the love of God, ya made the poor girl cry!"

"I sure as hell didn't plan for that, Tommy, you gotta trust me on that! I was just messing around with her, and she took it way too seriously. Not my fault she got all bent out of shape. Those city kids, they can't handle a little ribbing..." Tommy shot Joel a stare that oozed complete and utter disbelief.

"Yeah, you and I both know that's a load of crap. Whatever went down, it sure as hell wasn't because of some harmless teasing. You were just dishing out your typical Joel jerk-face. I've seen that expression before, but it’s usually reserved for when the cement guys are running late, not for the cute girl next door!"

Joel's shoulders slumped as he let out a frustrated grumble in response to Tommy's words. He shut his eyes and agitatedly tousled his hair, as if trying to shake off his thoughts. "She's like under my damn skin, Tommy!" Tommy's mouth dropped open comically, momentarily resembling a fish caught on a hook. "It's like... I can't even explain it. I don't have the right words. But ever since I laid eyes on her, it's like an itch I can't scratch, and it just doesn't make any damn sense. We've had maybe three conversations since she moved here, and each one ended up in a fight. But damn it, Tommy, it's like she knows exactly how to push my buttons! Every time she walks outside in those shorts, it just gets under my skin 'cause I know every creep on the street is staring. And God, when she's with Sarah, she's incredible. Sarah adores her. I'm just... lost." Joel's words tumbled out in a jumble, an attempt to give voice to the chaotic swirl of emotions inside him.

Tommy fixed his brother with a blank stare, his voice tinged with incredulity, "So, if I'm getting this straight, you're attracted to her, and your grand strategy was to become the biggest jerk possible? Is this your mid-life equivalent of pulling the pretty girl’s pigtails in 8th grade?"

“Fucker! Ya don’t have to be such an ass about it!”

“I wouldn’t have to be if you’d get your head out of yours!”

"DAD!" Joel's eyes clamped shut as a loud groan erupted from his lips. "For crying out loud?" he muttered under his breath, the frustration evident in his tone. He pivoted on his heel, only to find himself locking eyes with Sarah, whose expression conveyed equal parts anger and disappointment over the scene that had just unfolded. She levelled a stern gaze at him, her hands planted firmly on her hips, a mirror of the very pose you had struck during your argument.

“What the hell was that?!” she shrieked.

“Don’t start with me Sarah, your uncle is already ripping into me so ya gonna have to take a ticket!” Joel grumbled unhappily.

“Yeah well, you were a complete dick..”

“Oy, language! I don’t care how angry you are, ya know better than not mindin’ your manners!” Sarah took on a sullen look and angrily exhaled a puff of air through her nose, “What like you minded yours with her? I invited her you know, the least you could have done was to be cordial!”

Joel took a step toward Sarah and grabbed her into his warm embrace, he could feel her tears wetting his shirt, “I really like her dad, she listens to what I have to say and she doesn’t just pretend to like other adults do. She took me shopping last week, and we looked at makeup for hours, because we couldn’t decide on the right shade. I’ve always wanted to have that.”

A pang shot through Joel's heart as he absorbed his daughter's words. He knew that Sarah had borne the weight of her mother's absence in silence, and now, with stark clarity, he understood the nature of the bond that you shared with her. Regret surged within him as he recognized the depths of his own blindness, the emotional whirlwind he'd been trapped in that had blinded him to the very essence of Sarah's needs. The realization hit him square in the chest: he had been a jerk, a self-absorbed fool, but now, he was determined to make things right.

“I know babygirl. I am so sorry for how I acted; I’ll make things right ok. Daddy will make everything right.” he murmured, his voice tender as he continued to hold her close. Sarah had reached an age where grand displays of fatherly affection were met with a facade of maturity. She had declared herself "too grown up" for such things, yet beneath it all, her heart seemed to welcome his words of comfort.

After a moment, they released each other from their embrace. Sarah wiped away her tears, her determination shining through. "You promise?" she questioned, a mix of vulnerability and longing in her voice. Joel reached out, his touch gentle as he brushed away a stray tear from Sarah's cheek. Offering her a warm, reassuring smile, he answered, "I promise, sweetie. How about tomorrow, you head over there and invite her for dinner next Friday?"

Sarah's face lit up like a child on Christmas morning. "Really? You mean it? I can invite her for Miller Friday?!"

Joel nodded, his own smile matching her excitement. "Yeah, it'll be a good time."

Sarah's enthusiasm didn't stop there. "And Uncle Tommy can still come? So, it’ll be like all of us?"

Joel chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "Of course. For better or worse, we're stuck with him."

Amidst the playful protestations coming from Tommy, who had been observing from the sidelines, Sarah managed a chuckle of her own.

Her gaze turned serious once more. "And you'll apologize?"

Joel's expression softened. "Yes, babygirl, I'll apologize."

"Promise?" Sarah pressed, her eyes searching for his assurance.

Joel's smile broadened, before spitting loudly in his hand and extending it toward Sarah. "Promise!"

"EWWW, DAD, GROSS!"

Next Chapter

#pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro boys #pedro pascal characters #the last of us smut #the last of us fandom #the last of us fanfiction #joel the last of us #the last of us #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel x reader #joel tlou #joel miller #tlou #tlou smut #tlou fanfiction #tlouedit #sarah miller #tommy miller #tlou hbo #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x y/n

[foxgangfoxgang]

Cute (Yandere!Seonghwa x Chubby!Reader)

Warning: Non-con/Rape, Obsessive Behavior, Violence

He won’t get off you, it hurts every time he thrust, his hands are around your neck. Seonghwa’s smile was laced with insanity and sickness, “You’re so fucking cute” he laughs as his grip tightens around your throat making it harder to breathe. “I love you so much, I want you so much…you’re mine! You’re mine!”

You thought back on how you got yourself in this situation. It was a normal encounter, you worked at a local coffee shop trying to help pay for school and bills. Seonghwa was a regular always ordering the exact same thing at the exact same time, it had become an expected moment everyday. It was the same thing the day he asked you out, he had ordered his regular and before leaving he asked out on a date, you agreed never knowing the sick psychopath this man was. After the first date you had become smitten with him, his humor, his smile, his personality, him as a whole. It was as if he was created just for you.

After about 5 months of dating you moved in with him, it was almost a fantasy like love between the two of you. Then the outfits came, they were off putting, powdery pink, Lacey, frilly, it looked like an outfit you’d see in a hentai anime. You were put off at the childish and strange, Seonghwa had to beg you to wear the outfit. You caved in and did so, Seonghwa was overjoyed and took pictures of you exclaiming how cute you were “Ah, You’re so cute!! Look how cute you look”. You thought it would be the only time to wear the outfit, then came the lilac onesie, then the black maid outfit, then the blue cloud, it was Lacey, frilly, childish outfit after outfit. It had became too much for you and you finally had to talk to Seonghwa about the issue. He acted as if he understood, he acted as if he had heard you out. You thought that it was the end of that chapter, then you wake up to find yourself not only in another outfit but a pacifier in your mouth.

You had shot up, spitting the plastic item out of your mouth. You turn to see Seonghwa missing, you heard clanking in the kitchen and walked in to see Seonghwa rinsing and washing baby bottles. You were done, you had yelled at Seonghwa and it turned into a screaming match between the two of you. Not wanting anything to do with this fetish Seonghwa was trying to force on you,You left him and moved back into your old apartment.

Your phone had been blowing up since then, he started banging on your door every night demanding you go back to him. You called the cops, but nothing ever changed, he started stalking your job, then started following you home. You felt unsafe, you swear he was watching your every move. You had become more paranoid each day till finally you snapped. Seonghwa was at your door banging and yelling for you, you snatch open the door as you confront him “leave me alone you fucking bastard!” You yell, Seonghwa stared at you in shock. His eyebrow twitched and his jaw tightened, “That’s no way to talk to daddy” you scoffed at him “Daddy? Get a grip Seonghwa, whatever this fetish thing you got is too much, take it to someone else” you try to slam the door but Seonghwa stopped it. He forced himself into your apartment and pinned you to the wall “You’re not being cute, I hate that you’re not being CUTE” Seonghwa yelled his movements becoming erratic. You tried to fight the male off, but he grabbed your face and banged your head against the wall knocking you out cold.

Now here you are, pinned by Seonghwa’s body as he mercilessly thrust into your body. Seonghwa had kept you hostage for about 2 months, since then your entire life had changed. No longer did you wear your regular clothes, they were thrown away as you now wear all the cute onesies and outfits Seonghwa bought. Lacey pure white socks alway accompanied the outfits, and a matching pacifier. You had to rely on Seonghwa for everything, and he was happy about it. “I love you so much…I love my baby so much” Seonghwa panted, his hands gone from your neck and squeezing your body and sides. You felt the tears run down your face as Seonghwa kissed your lips “You’re so fucking Cute”

#yandere seonghwa #yandere kpop #yandere ateez #kpop yandere

[lucifersloveydoveyhomie]

Idol!Lucifer x Fan!MC

(Part 1)

Lucifer was a famous Idol of the hit boy band, the Mourning Stars, along with his 6 other brothers. You always loved how cold and cool he was, always handled the band and always knew what to do in stage to impress the audience. Finally after so much hard work u were able to get some tickets to their show! You were just a broke college student so u never thought u could get a glimpse of them in your lifetime. When the day finally came you practically skipped home after college to get ready for the concert…however nothing prepared u for the after show.

mc’s pov:

You arrived at the concert, smiling like an idiot.

“Hey”

*you turned to the familiar voice to see your bestie Solomon, ur friend u made since u entered RAD university. He has helped u with adjusting to ur life in college now that u are on ur own…though his cooking has almost brought the end of ur new chapter to a early close*

“Solomon” *you rushed to him and grabbed him by his shirt, shaking him*

“Oh my god we are here! WE CAN FINALLY SEE THEM IN THE FLESH”

Solomon smiled already use to ur fangirling.

*you released him* “man this is so cool”

Solomon chuckled, “you really are excited for this concert…though this is ur first time”

You then playfully frowned,” mm yeah i wonder..its is expensive but also CAUSE U TOOK 13 INSTEAD OF ME”

Solomon nervously, “well you did have covid so..”

“….ok u have a point”

*after some more small the talk the two of u went to ur seats, u immediately took a selfie with solomon and posted it to ur instagram, u hardly have any followers just some online friends, and random accounts. However u just liked posting not caring for followers*

Solomon, “hey i got a suprise for u”

“Hm?”

*solomon then pulled out two mourning star glow sticks, one pink and one blue*

Solomon smiled and handed the blue one to you. “I know u LOVE Lucifer”

You beamed and”thank you so much solomon…ill pay u back for it”

Solomon shook his head, “no no its a gift, plus i owe u for all the times u saved me from being evicted for all the fires i caused in my dorm”

You hesitated but nodded, u lit ur glow stick up and smiled and waited for them to preform.

Lucifer’s POV:

Lucifer was in his room, hearing his brothers mammon and asmo fight again, beel ripped his outfit and levi is fresking out as usual…and if course satan is just…satan..Lucifer shut his door and sighed…he sat in his chair and ernt on his phone to unwind…he isnt one to post, he only does it for his manager diavolo..however he kept a private one for himself wothout any worry of fans watching him like posts and make a big deal. He came across a small account he enjoyed, they always posted good pictures. It wasn’t popular but he always looked at the photos…how this person lived a notmal life wothout to much eyes on them, having many friends…he was so prideful he just wouldnt admit it but was…jealous.

Was it a mistake to have him and his brothers be like this? Idols?

The thought was interrupted by a post, two smiling friends…at his concert. He wasnt shocked they were a fan of him afterall, he was just shocked to see them here…the tickets are pricey…frankly he followed the account back on accident but forgot to unfollow however he rarely posts anyway so no one knows its the idol Lucifer so there was no hatm in getting to know the backround of some of his fans…he then spotted a familiar face…Solomon or “wizardcaster69”, he is aware of their relationship. He has been up to date with their posts purely out of curiosity, he was a old friend in high school. Yet how would he have ties with soemone from this account…its fishy

Knowing how he was back then lucifer had to know who this person next to Solomon…talk to them one on one

(I hope u guys like this oart, im new to fanfics so ill try and come back to fix this)

#obey me nightbringer #obey me lucifer fan fiction #obey me lucifer x mc #lucifer obey me #lucifer fanfiction #nightbringer lucifer

[jonquilyst]

225. Chapter 8, Episode 6

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Transcript:

(Pink text = Megyn)

(Purple text = Sophia)

*Megyn sighs, mentally preparing herself for what she's about to say*

Megyn: I'm sorry, Sophia... I really wanna tell you how great and amazing my life has been since we last saw each other, but the truth is: my life has been far from sunshine and rainbows.

Megyn: You already know about my parents. They never changed their ways or got better. The fighting, the beating, the drinking, the smoking... It all continued as the years went by.

Megyn: So, one night, I dropped everything but myself and the outfit I had on and left.

Megyn: I ran away, and therefore, yes. I dropped out of high school.

Sophia: Oh my god...

Sophia: Are... Are you okay? Like, do you need help?

Megyn: No, I'm okay... More than okay, actually. I had to work hard to get where I'm at now, but for once, I'm not just trying to survive.

#sims 4 #sims 4 story #ts4 #ts4 story #simblr #sims story #sims storytelling #sims blog #The Runaway #Megyn Rodham #Sophia Singh

[birb-boyo]

18 and Zagreus :33

…

I’m very proud of you Trippy

And honestly, I expect to get Legend with this one

BUT WHOSE COMPLANING

Mmmmmmm yeah

Okay, so maybe this was going a little overboard…

So, maybe his father was being a prick yesterday…probably yesterday. Zagreus had no real sense of time. That’s just what the Underworld does to you when you live there all of your life.

Now Zagreus regretted his decision…sort of. It was humiliating, walking around the house in a bright pink tutu.

You must commit to the bit, he repeated in his mind when he saw Nyx’s eyebrows raise when he passed. He knew for sure that his cheeks were almost, if not as, red as the fire that danced on his feet.

He faced his father as he wrote on a paper on his desk. “Dismissed.�� His father waved off another dead soul and nearly slapped Zagreus as he sat on his father’s desk.

“So…” Zagreus hummed as if nothing were different about his outfit. “You seem hard at work today.”

“Your goofy decisions are saved only for Thanatos, Nyx, or your mentor’s eyes. Not mine.” Hades grunted, his words just as coarse as his voice.

“Well, you were being an arse a few hours ago.”

“And you were being a blatant child a few hours ago and you still are now.”

Zagreus groaned. “I thought that you liked pink. Your mosaic has a ton of it.” Zagreus pointed behind Hades’s chair.

“I’m not going to fall for that trick.”

“It’s no trick! I’m being serious this time!”

“Boy, you are dismissed! Get off of my desk.”

So, Zagreus got off of his desk with mumbled curses. He turned right and laid eyes with his mentor. He walked to him and sat down beside him.

“Having fun in your new garments?” Achilles spoke with an obvious smile. Zagreus had to fight the pleasure of saying “Die” but, it was obvious that Achilles had already done that. So he was speechless.

Achilles looked forward. “You still trying to make your father insane?”

“Precisely.”

Achilles hummed. “If it makes you feel any better, I once wore a dress and pretended to be a maiden. It was fun, other than the fact that some princess was all over me. Patroclus can tell you more of it, but be ready for it to be a rant about how stupid my mother is. If you truly want to know, ask him about Skyros.”

Zagreus nodded. He didn’t pick up anything Achilles said. “What happened there again?”

“I wore a dress. It was a nice one. One a vibrant blue. Pat always loved blue…” Oh no. He was going to rant about his boyfriend again. Which Zagreus had no problem doing. But when he was currently deprived of his own love life, he may have been a bit…jealous.

“Where’s Than?”

“Probably out. Working. People die a lot these days. I here that he’s being overworked.”Achilles’s eyebrow raised. “Do you want to show him how pretty you are?” Achilles’s smirk was not helping.

“Die.”

#the shady lad writes #Is it obvious that I’ve never written for Hades before #I’m sorry #I tried tho (: #zagreus hades #achilles hades #be gay do arson #get it? #because his feet are on fire? #ok #sorry #anyway #Zagreus and Achilles duo 4 life

[mystical-flute]

Some Enchanted Evening (SF Month Day 8)

AO3 || FFN

A year after Pan's curse forces everyone back to the Enchanted Forest, Emma still isn't sure she's truly found her place. When Neal stops by for a visit, Emma realizes he's been the home she was looking for all along.

If someone had told Emma Swan a year ago that she would literally be living in a castle, that her parents had re-taken their thrones, and that she was going to be trained in how Misthaven worked, she would have laughed in their face.

But it wasn’t last year anymore, and she really was standing in a traditional riding outfit, staring at herself in the mirror. Two dresses hung behind her - one a deep navy blue and the other a gorgeous shade of red. She would be wearing one of those to the ball tomorrow night, celebrating the one year anniversary of their return to the Enchanted Forest from The Land Without Magic.

A ball. God, Emma never thought she’d actually be going to one of these. Sure, her mom had told her all about what her life would’ve been like in the Enchanted Forest had Regina not cast her curse, but the mere thought of having to actually live it wasn’t something she’d considered before.

At least Henry seemed to be having fun, going between Regina’s palace and theirs. He, to no surprise, had taken to the Enchanted Forest like he’d lived there all his life. Riding lessons with Regina, sword fighting lessons with David, history lessons with Mary-Margaret, art lessons with Neal…  and yet Henry had taken to it like a duck to water.

She felt horribly out of place. She knew this would have been the life her parents gave her had the curse never happened, but this was still nothing like the almost thirty years she had already lived.

A knock on the door startled her from her thoughts, and she tensed, really not in the mood for another princess lesson from her mother. Instead, she found Neal at the door, and exhaled in relief.

“Hey,” he said. “You alright?”

She shrugged, scuffing her boot across the floor. “I’m… trying to be. This is a lot to take in for someone who only visited once for a week and fought most of it along the way. Now I have to learn how to be a princess, and it’s weird.”

“At least your mom’s letting you wear what you want, instead of forcing you into a dress.”

Emma couldn’t help but laugh. “You really think she could have forced me into wearing what I didn’t want to wear?” She loved her mother, despite how awkward it could still be between them, but she knew her mom would never force her to wear a poofy pink princess dress if she didn’t want it.

“Nah, you’d never let her live it down.”

“Where have you been anyway? It’s been almost a week since you’ve visited.”

Neal shrugged. “Belle thinks she’s close to figuring out a way to get Papa’s magic back without killing him.”

“What? Neal, that’s great news! But… you don’t seem all that happy about it.”

“You know how I am with magic, Emma. It makes me uncomfortable, especially when it comes from my father.”

Emma could feel her own magic crackling beneath her fingertips. She’d had practice with Regina, but it didn’t feel right. Didn’t feel natural, despite Regina, and everyone else, telling her that she was literally born from magic. “Yeah. I get what you mean. I can’t say I’m too excited about having magic after what you’ve said your dad put you through.”

“Shit, Emma, I didn’t mean - ”

“No, I know, it’s okay,” she said. “We both have our issues.”

Neal nodded and glanced at the dresses that hung on the wall. “So this ball that your parents are holding -”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I don’t even know what I’m going to do about it. My parents want our family to have the first dance, but I’m barely able to keep tempo, let alone dance a full waltz like they’re planning.”

“What, are you afraid you’ll step on your date’s toes or something? Who is your date, anyway?”

“I don’t know.”

“Your parents aren’t picking him out for you, are they?”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course not. I just… haven’t figured out who I’d want to be on that dance floor with me, that’s all. Plus, it’s not like I’ve had a lot of time for romance with Henry’s kidnapping, the Neverland shit, and then Pan’s curse causing us to come back here and rebuild everything.” 

Granted, she’d been working up the courage to meet Neal at the diner when chaos had struck Storybrooke for what would be the last time, but now that they’d been back here, fighting to reclaim the kingdom from trolls and a very nasty witch with a vendetta against Regina, romance was hardly at the forefront of her mind.

But then again… was there anyone better suited to be her date than someone else who was struggling with their sudden return to the Enchanted Forest? Someone who had known her longer than everyone else in the kingdom?

“But,” she finally said, “I wouldn’t mind if you were my date.”

Neal’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What?”

“Yeah. So… Do you want to be my date to the ball?” Was this what normal teenagers back in the Land Without Magic felt like when they were asking each other to prom? If it was, she wasn’t sure she liked the squirming, uncomfortable feeling in her stomach.

A wide, dopey grin spread across his face, and Emma felt her stomach do even more flip flops.

“Well, I uh - I can’t promise I’ll be any better at dancing than you are. I’m the son of a broke spinner, you know.”

Emma laughed softly. “That’s alright. I’d much rather make an ass out of myself with you than with anyone else.”

“Thanks… I think.”

She smiled. “I mean, I won’t feel completely out of my element if I’m out there dancing with you instead of, I don’t know, one of the twelve princes from the Southern Isles or something.”

“Twelve? And your parents invited them all?”

“Yup. Like I told you, everyone was invited, whether they were from Storybrooke or not.”

Neal whistled. “Your mom’s really going all out.”

“Yeah, well, she’s got about thirty years worth of balls and parties to hold.” Emma didn’t understand it in the slightest, but it made her mom happy, so she didn’t question it too much, and certainly not to her mother’s face.

“Right…” Neal said. “You wanna take a ride? There’s a nice lake not too far from here if you want to clear your head.”

“I would love to.” Being anywhere but the castle sounded heavenly right now.

Neal turned to open the door, before he paused, glancing at the dresses, and let out another low whistle. “So uh, are those your options for the ball?”

“Yeah, I can’t seem to decide between them though.”

There was a look on his face that had Emma’s stomach doing a flip flop again. “Oh. Well… you can’t go wrong with either of them.”

She laughed awkwardly and followed him out of the room. “Thanks.”

“We could get a castle. You, me, and Neal…”

Henry’s words bounced around her head as they moved to the barn and got on their horses. Horses, surprisingly, was something that had come naturally to Emma, and gave her a sense of relief that not everything in this world was going to be hopelessly confusing to her. Tallahassee the horse was a far cry from the city Neal had once promised her they’d find their happy ending at, but she was a good mare, and gave her comfort.

Neal grinned as they rode down the pathway. “Hey, you know, I should’ve packed us a picnic.”

“A picnic by a lake after we went horseback riding? What are we, a couple in a romance novel?”

“Well, you are a princess, and I am the dashing rogue.”

“Rogue? You’re basically the Sorcerer’s Apprentice at this point,” Emma teased. “But I’m not sure either of those are going to be good enough for a princess at a ball.”

“Then the princess should have asked Prince Hans to the ball instead.”

She had missed this, the way they could just banter back and forth like they were teeangers in a stolen car again. The car had been brought back to the Enchanted Forest, like most other things from the town, but without actual roads to drive it on, it sat near the horse’s barn, not being used.

It made her sad, really. That car had been through so much with them - especially with her. To see it rusting, a relic of a bygone era… which was super weird because the Enchanted Forest - Misthaven, whatever it was called - was basically the past in her eyes.

“So what kind of dancing is Henry going to do? Did he learn to waltz too?” Neal asked, as the horses cantered down the trail.

“Yeah, he’s going to be dancing with Regina during the opening number.”

“I think that’s awesome. Your parents sound like better rulers than the idiots who ran my village when I was a kid.”

Emma frowned and slowly got off Tallahassee as they arrived at the lake. “You’ve never told me about your past here. Was it much different three hundred years ago?”

“Technologically? No, but my area was being wrecked by ogres. The duke had a law that everyone thirteen and over had to go to the front lines and fight. Ultimately, that’s what led Papa to becoming who he was - because he’d fought in the first Ogre Wars, and wanted to spare me the same fate.”

“He wanted to give you your best chance…”

Neal nodded. “Yeah, you could call it that.”

Emma smiled a little. Their family seemed full of people trying to give their children their best chance. Despite everything Rumplestiltskin had done, it was nice to know there had been a good reason at the heart of it all - she herself had been ready to rip the world apart in order to get back to Henry when she’d been trapped here with Mary-Margaret.

They smoothed out a blanket and took a seat, looking out at the clear water. Neal’s arm wrapped around her shoulder, and Emma couldn’t help but lean her head against him, feeling safe and content in his arms. It was almost like she was home, and that was a feeling she never wanted to lose ever again.

“I love you,” she murmured. When she felt him freeze, she leaned up, looking at him in complete seriousness. “I really do. I never stopped loving you. Even when I wasted ten years of my life being so angry at you. I love you, Neal Cassidy. More than I can say.”

A goofy, disbelieving grin grossed Neal’s features. “You do? I love you too. And I’m so sorry I let August talk me into abandoning you.”

“You don’t have to apologize for that. I know now that you were doing what you thought was right at the time.” No sense dwelling on the bad, hard parts of their past, after all.

“So what happens now?” he asked. “Do you… want to go on a proper date? Because Granny’s is still around and thriving. I guess people missed that part of Storybrooke.”

“I can’t say I blame them. Her onion rings are divine.”

“Well then, your majesty, I shall take you to get your divine onion rings,” Neal said dramatically, rising to his feet and holding out his hand to help her up.

Emma rolled her eyes and grinned. “Careful. You keep saying stuff like that and you’ll end up a Prince Consort.”

He hummed. “I don’t know if that would be so bad.”

With that, he pulled her into a kiss - their first kiss since they were awkward teenagers and while sparks had flown then, they were nothing compared to what she felt now. Warm, loving, a promise of a better tomorrow.

Finally, she pulled away, breathless and eyes twinkling. “You know… I don’t know if I’m hungry for onion rings anymore…”

As always, Neal caught on immediately. “Oh yeah? Where else do you wanna go then?”

Emma could only grin, wrapping her arms around him and vanishing with him in a puff of smoke to one of her mother’s old hideouts. No one would find them there, but even still, she felt like a teenager again as she and Neal fell together, each taking a turn to keep an eye out for those who might be lurking nearby.

And when they returned to the castle later that evening after retrieving their horses from the lake, no one seemed worried, or suspected a thing.

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“I’m so happy I’m finally able to do this with you,” her mother said softly, adjusting one of the pins in Emma’s hair so it tamed a blonde curl that was stubbornly sticking up from the rest. “I dreamed of helping you prepare for your first ball ever since I found out I was going to have a girl.”

Emma furrowed her brow in confusion. “I’m happy we can finally do this too, but that’s a bit late in the game for you. I would have thought you’d dream of that the minute you started trying.” Not that Emma wanted to imagine that.

“Late? What do you mean late? Oh!” she cut herself off, understanding, and went to a little box on her nightstand drawer, pulling out a necklace. “This told me. It was your grandmother’s - David’s mother’s. It’s enchanted to tell you the sex of your firstborn child, even if you aren’t pregnant yet. See? Watch - oh.”

Emma watched as the pendant swung north to south, but frowned at her mother’s reaction. “What? It moved, right? That’s what it’s supposed to do?”

“Well, yes, but with you it swung east to west. That's what Ruth told me - north to south for a boy, east to west for a girl.”

Emma frowned and held out her hand. “Well, here, try it on me. It should swing north to south, right?”

Her mother nodded, and they watched, staring in shock as the necklace moved east to west.

“Did Ruth have any other kids besides Dad and James?” Emma asked.

“No… and her mother was an only child too, from what I’ve heard.”

“Do you think it might be enchanted to tell you the sex of any child you could potentially have, even after the first?”

Her mother looked a little pale. “I… it might be possible.”

They stared at each other in an awkward silence.

“Do you think we keep this between us?” Emma finally asked.

Her mother nodded and returned the necklace to the box. “Right. Let’s finish up.”

Emma nodded and looked at herself in the mirror, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, then fixed her red lipstick once again. “I think I’m ready, actually.”

Her mother smiled. “You are. You look beautiful, Emma. Red really is your color.”

Emma smiled. “Thanks, Mom. I think white is yours, too. Just be careful about spilling anything on your dress.”

She laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

“Presenting Her Majesty Regina Mills, Her Majesty Snow White, Prince Consort David Nolan, Princess Emma Swan, Sir Neal Cassidy, and Prince Henry Mills!” the crier called, the family standing at the top of a grand staircase overlooking the ballroom. From her position in the line, Emma could see Ruby and Granny, Ashley and Sean, Kathryn and Frederick, Rumplestiltskin and Belle… everyone she’d once known as citizens of an ordinary small town, now suddenly wearing grand ball gowns and suits, and felt overwhelmed all over again.

Neal squeezed her hand, breaking her from her thoughts. “Hey, I’ve got you, don’t worry. I’m not gonna let you get lost in the crowd.”

Emma nodded as they stood in the middle of the dance floor. When the music began, Neal gently led her into the waltz, keeping tempo far more easily than she could.

“Did Belle give you some pointers?” she questioned.

“Maybe a few.”

“Well, good. I’m glad. I don’t feel so silly now.”

He grinned. “No? How do you feel, then?”

Emma smiled softly. “I feel like I’m home.”

#swanfire month 2022 #swanfire #emma swan #neal cassidy

[dark-breakers]

Shattered Star Chapter 8

After the fight with Rimsier Lunar, Midnight had found Sundrop and Lunar in the treasure room and helped them get back to the orphanage.

It was ultimately decided to leave the treasure for someone else to find, as they did not want the Rimsier incidents to be publicized.

Once they were back at the orphanage, Otis decided to take Lunar to his workshop to see if he could make any repairs.

Sundrop came out of Sunshine's room in his normal outfit as Zaniah came up from the stairway.

Zaniah was a humanoid animatronic that had light yellow skin, long hair with highlighted white on the right half and black on the left half, heterochromia eyes with the right eye being light blue and the left eye being pink, white teeth, and a pink tongue.

She wore a red and white pinstripe V-neck t-shirt, a pair of purple flare leg jeans, a brown belt with a gold belt buckle, a pair of brown boots, and a red, purple, and brown woven thread bracelet on her right wrist.

"Oh, hello! You must be Zaniah, right?" Sundrop said as he held his right hand out for a handshake.

Zaniah at first hesitated, but then shook Sundrop's hand with her left hand.

"Yes," Zaniah said as she let go of Sundrop's hand.

"How's Lunar doing?" Sundrop asked.

"Otis said that Lunar's body wasn't damaged. He hasn't turned him back on yet," Zaniah replied.

"Oh... By the way, nice work on defending the kids. I probably would have done the same thing. Also... Sorry about the whole monster situation," Sundrop said as he scratched his cheek.

"You're not the one to be blamed for it. Also, I'm just glad I had a day off today from work, so I didn't have to get yelled at by my boss," Zaniah said.

"Your "boss"? Don't you work here at the orphanage?" Sundrop asked.

"I actually work as a food deliverer. I didn't want to depend on the orphanage's donations forever, and I can actually walk around town," Zaniah replied.

"Wow... That's actually very mature of you," Sundrop remarked.

"Thanks. I try," Zaniah said as she went back down the stairs.

"She's a good kid," Starlight said as she came out of her shard.

'Yeah,' Sundrop telepathized.

"By the way... Could you tell me about Lunar? I would like to know at least something." Starlight said as she locked eyes with Sundrop.

'Lunar worked with Eclipse, the one that started all of this. Or I guess he used to.' Sundrop said, 'Moondrop and him talked, but I couldn't gather anything beside that. Lunar was trying to talk to me when Eclipse came out and threatened Lunar's very life for the star. Or I guess now it was you and your sisters.'

"How did he even get it in the first place?" she asked. "If Lunar had worked with Eclipse, I'm sure you weren't out to stop him."

'Monty had a soft spot for him,' Sundrop replied.

"I'll never understand mortals." She said, "Or well, technically not mortals in your case and the others."

'Yeah. I've been told I don't understand anyone in general.' Sundrop said.

#dark breakers #sams shattered star au #shattered star chapter 8

[eyelessfog]

okay anyway so big important stuff: its the UNVOA angel au. its just pokemon b&w. and im so so focused on team plasma because ummm i like them. mwah. anyway N was picked up from the forest as a child. hes a natural angel, right? and we made reshiram his like. his dad basically. raised him because N could hear him.

and then ghestsis took N because this kid was a whole entire angel and thats. huh. but he didn't get out Okay. because reshiram smited him. smote him. screwed him up in his right arm and the right half of his face. but he didn't die, yk? but the fact that he ACTUALLY met god does make him worse. and hes like oh so i CAN get gods attention i just have to. i dont know. do this and this and that.

anyway so we're talking about anthea and concordia now. if you dont know who that is thats okay but i like them :] basically theyre 2 characters with tiiiiiny roles but theyre basically N's caretakers. and no one really thinks about them? except for me and a couple others. but anyway. my obsession, the two of them.

anthea has pink hair and she kinda looks calmer? concordia is blonde and looks a little more excitable. i gave them personalities.

okay so one bit that was always important to me was that these two aren't angels. theyre literally just N's caretakers. but theyre also his sisters because he loves them sos sososo so much and they love him sososo much. they have, since the beginning, known what ghetsis was up to. he told them, then threatened them for their silence. the thing is, they don't know what to do about it. because he gave them a better life - better food, better bed, better place to live. they should feel grateful. but they don't . because they're terrified of him and both of them deal with it in different ways

anthea has a freeze and fawn response. when she gets scared she goes quiet and does her best to be small and perfect and whatever gets her out of trouble. concordia has a fight and flight response. she needs to do something about it, needs to fight back, take whatever comes at her - she can't keep still

and both of them hate the other for it. "if you would just keep quiet, he'd get less mad and then we wouldn't get in trouble." "if you would just speak up we could fight back against him and then he wouldn't bother us."

it takes years for the two of them to become friends. longer still to become sisters. but it happens, and when it happens, it all becomes just a little easier.

they both love N, and both of them try their hardest to work stories with morals they think N will need into their stories. he has to understand that he can't always trust the person closest to him. he can't always trust that someone promising perfection will give it to him. he has to understand, someday, that ghetsis is using him, and they don't mind if he has to stop trusting them for this to happen.

[anything for N. they'd give up anything for N. even if they're giving up his love.]

they're... fucked up, the both of them. fucked up and pushed to the side because they know how to smile, because they've lived this hell for long enough that they know how to convey the emotions they want to convey, and keep the ones they don't close to their chest.

N is innocent. he's confused. they're guilty and they're scared.

when they get out - when they all get out - they're traumatized and they're dealing with it. Not well, but they're dealing. and also concordia gets to watch ghestsis die so win for the her community. they have mental issues, both of them. im gonna have to go double check which ones it was but anthea i think had delusions and hallucinations.

okay wait uhh shadow triad :D these three ALSO have problems. they were taken in at an even younger age than N was, sculpted into being the same person AND were all born angels. three, in christianity, is recognized as a holy number. they each had one set of wings that was their own, and then ghetsis put another two sets of wing symbolism into their outfits, giving them three pairs of wings each. three of them, which is the holy number, and then three pairs of wings, which is even MORE holy number

see the thing is, and this was so fun to think about, 666 is an evil number. a number that people generally consider to be the devil's number, but was used in reference to an awful king. now, recognize that if you put them all together, they have 6 wings each, and there is three of them, so..... 666

sorry its so. awaugh my friend is such a genius for this

anyway. they're fallen angels because ghetsis has them do all his dirty work, and the thing is. one of them is scared of ghetsis. in a different way to the others.

the others trust ghetsis. the others love him. the others think of him as a father, but this one... he can't. ghetsis was just... he was always there. over his shoulder when he did something wrong. caught him when he shouldn't have been able to. there's just... something wrong with it, and he can't... he can't find comfort in ghetsis the way his brothers can.

okay i dont think i can talk about this anymore because now im getting distracted by the other stuff we used to talk about cough cough the pkmn fangame we made up but anyway @ouughhh :} angel au

#[lore texts]