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icypenguin · 6 months

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★~ Genshin fontaine girls cuddle headcanons!

HELLOO IF I’M NOT WRONG, @zyanila ASKED FOR THE GIRLS VERSION AND OFCOURSEEE I’ll do a fontaine girls cuddle headcanons! sorry for the late reply tho hueheueheuhe T-T anyway, i might not know some of their personality so…. i feel like it would be ooc but i’ll try my best! so please ENJOYYYYYY!

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★~ Lynette: she’s a sweet precious little candy, even though she’s a quiet one, she’s the most affectionate one when cuddling. she would tuck her head on your chest while you whisper sweet things in her ears. if she had a bad day, you would make sure the cuddle would be more affectionate. with blanket covering the both of you and hot tea on the bed table while embracing each other. she would rarely be the big spoon but she wants to then she would. sometimes, she would ask you to cuddle her as she tells you about her day. please give her relentless kisses!!!

★~ Navia: PRECIOUS GIRLLLLL she definitely love cuddles! anytime and anywhere she’s free, she would ask you for cuddles! she loves receiving kisses on her face and she loves giving them as well. she loves to play with you hair while she tells you about interesting facts. she doesn’t mind about the ‘big spoon or small spoon’ when cuddling, she just wants to feel the warmth from your body and feel the loving feeling. she wants to cuddle 24/7 so before the day start, she would ask for atleast a 10 minutes cuddle before going out.

★~ Clorinde: in the outside, she may seem well… idk, scary or tough or whatever. but she actually just want to feel affection and love. please cuddle her until she feels calm!!! she likes to cuddle before sleeping while holding your hand and hearing your heartbeat. on bad and rainy days, she would cry to sleep while cuddling you. you don’t mind, ofcourse. but sometimes when she’s angry, it’s best to give her some space before giving her affection. the warmth of your body just gives her a safe feeling. she loves kisses but not ticklish ones…

★~ Furina: well… she wants cuddles only if she asks for. i’m sure she loves them but on some days, she just wants to be alone. if she’s having a bad day, she would sometimes ask for cuddle while she tells her all of the things that has been going on. please give her tons of kisses! she would curl up as you both cuddle, she wants to feel someone love her, like truly LOVE her. she loves to feel your warmth and staying by your side. on rainy days, she would stay indoor and cuddle with you all day long.

★~ Charlotte: A SWEET GIRLLLL! she loves cuddles! you both always cuddle before bed and every moning after waking up. she loves telling her day while you both cuddle with her fuzzy blanket covering the both of you. wrap her in warmth and she will immediately fall asleep! everytime you both cuddle, she will likely fall asleep. she loves doodling things with her fingers on your body. she loves nose boops! please protect this girl in any other way, she’s literally the sweetesttt T-T (i think it’s best if we see this platonically?)

★~ Arlecchino: even though she seems cold and tough, she has a softspot for you. she would get home late at night and you would be there waiting for her. she loves cuddling you to sleep (shes so motherly oemgee). even if you’re already sleeping, she would wrap herself around your form and give you the warmth of her body. if she’s free, she would likely spend it with you. she would lay her head on your shoulder and you give her kisses around. she loves feeling the loving feeling when cuddling so please give her some more affection!

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THANKYOU FOR READINGGG I HOPE YOU LIKED IT! advices are accepted, thankyou!

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #charlotte genshin impact #lynette x reader #lynette x you #lynette genshin #furina genshin #furina x reader #furina x you #arlecchino genshin #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino x you #clorinde genshin #clorinde x reader #clorinde x you #navia genshin #navia x you #navia x reader

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endlich-allein · 1 year

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Till Lindemann from "Rammstein" turns 60

Good man

Von Flake Lorenz

3. Januar 2023

Till Lindemann, "Rammstein" singer and lyricist, turns 60. Congratulations from his longtime friend and keyboardist.

Actually, one would not have to wait for a milestone birthday to honor this wonderful person. You could just pause and pay homage to the force of nature on any other evening. It may also be that Till Lindemann's birthday this Wednesday is not true. Even when Bravo reported about Rammstein for the first time in the early 1990s, our dates of birth were completely out of thin air. We were way too old for the Bravo target group back then, so the editors simply made us a few years younger. That wasn't a problem because the internet was still empty.

We soon realized that it doesn't matter how old you really are. Much later, when Rammstein became successful, being old was even better. You can deal more calmly with all that nonsense and enjoy your happiness in peace. Also, a person's age is just in the eye of the beholder, at least I don't know anyone who would call themselves old. On the other hand, I can still remember how, as a young musician, I couldn't calm down when I found out that the guitarist in a band I was friends with was over 30 years old. "He can still make music?" I asked. Men over 50 were half-dead, bleating grandpas in ugly brown clothes, they were every teenager's natural enemy.

It's 1986. Till turns up the system. I'm worried: What will the neighbors think?

Till seemed old to me when I met him. That was in the mid-1980s in East Germany. Till was not only older than me, in contrast to me he was already really grown up. He lived in his own house while I was still in my parents' room and didn't even have a girlfriend. I saw Till for the first time in 1986 in a Schwerin club after a Feeling B concert. I immediately noticed him: Till was a tall, strong man who on the one hand exuded natural authority, but at the same time seemed very shy. We didn't hesitate when he offered to take us home with him. His house in the country near Schwerin seemed like paradise to me, it was incredibly comfortable, probably because he had set it up that way himself; he had knocked out the walls between the rooms and left only the half-timbering. The volume on his system was turned up to the limit, the Sisters Of Mercy screamed from the cheap speakers.

I had never dared to do anything like this in my life. What would the neighbors think? When I wanted to play a song on the piano in between, Till simply carried it for me to another room where it wasn't so loud. At some point we all fell asleep where we sat and stood, like in Sleeping Beauty, and when I woke up the next morning, I imagined what it would be like if you always lived like Till. I really liked this idea.

Of course, his life wasn't a one-stop party. He also lived in the house because the argument with his father, who was not exactly frail, had escalated beforehand. Till had hit his father, the children's book author Werner Lindemann, with such a punch that he flew into the strawberry bed. Then Werner Lindemann threw Till's things out of the skylight. Life in a sports boarding school and training as a carpenter in Rostock were no fun either. Later, as a single father, Till lived with his daughter Nele in his nest, which in turn probably saved him from being drafted into the army. Till always seemed and always seems in a good mood to me – a bit like Obelix, of course not in terms of stature, for God's sake, he looks more like Arnold Schwarzenegger, but in terms of personality he's more like Obelix. Always according to the motto: "Friends, I have a plan, let's go here and there and break everything to pieces!"

Practical: He could change a wheel on the Trabi without using the jack

When the wall was suddenly open, Till drove to Lübeck with a couple of friends and spent all the West money he had saved and exchanged on gummy bears. He sat in a doorway and ate them all. Of course, he also manages a wild boar – it was an advantage back then that he lived so close to the railway embankment. When a waiter asks Till if he liked his food, he usually replies: "Yes, thank you, it was plenty." Incidentally, he also shares Obelix's great love of small dogs. Since Till is with (allegedly) Francis of Assisi, who wrote: "The dog remains loyal to me in the storm, man not even in the wind."

And like Obelix, Till seems to have fallen into a magic potion, because he really has tremendous powers.

At that time he could change a wheel on the Trabi without using the jack. In the old days, when we had to work as stewards at an open-air festival, Till just banged his fist through a car window to hold the driver down.

If Till sees any body of water, he immediately plunges into it and plows through it like a motorboat. He tucks the boxes that we carry in the studio or in the rehearsal room under his arm alone.

If a door is locked somewhere, he just sticks me through a second-story window so I can open it all from the inside.

I've never met anyone who is so pragmatic about music and lyrics. Till would never have originally thought of becoming a singer. Although he observed that musicians in Schwerin had a hit with women and then played drums in a punk band - but in all those years I really never had the feeling that punk music particularly interested him. An effective and well thought-out stage show was always more important to him. For example, Till once put chickens in the bass drum and only pulled the cloth away after the first song, causing the animals to tumble across the stage.

Cheering crowds, prizes and honours: All of this actually leaves him completely cold

When Till was supposed to sing with us, it was very difficult for him at first, because as a singer you can't hide behind an instrument or another musician. Then he put on welding goggles so that he looked like a friendly insect. Till sang beautifully, deeply and soothingly. We stopped worrying immediately. Everything would be fine. We just needed good lyrics. So Till sat down to write them. He never pretends to be a great artist who needs to express his deep feelings. He prefers to think about what else can be lit on stage (like me). The concerts used to be a lot of fun. At that time we always looked for an attractive village inn first, in order to eat as much as possible. Only then did we set up our stuff and play.

Till loves women - and women love him. But how he manages to go through his life completely free of any affectation, even after 37 years, still arouses deep admiration from me. Cheering crowds of spectators, prizes and honors actually leave him completely cold. Organizing a party for our entire crew seems to be more important to him than any concert. Incidentally, he has renounced his rights as a lyricist for decades, so that all six of us at Rammstein earn exactly the same. In any case, Till has extended the life of the band, because money is usually the trigger for a breakup. He, on the other hand, has a very decisive influence on our band with his lyrics and his voice.

So we can still successfully defend our small East German village. By Teutates! May the sky never fall on Till's head!

(I'm not sure of this whole translation so feel free to correct me)

#thank you so much flake #i am not crying you are #till is a good man and a rare and beautiful being human #till and flake #my loves #till is love 🖤#till lindemann #flake lorenz #paul landers #oliver riedel #christoph schneider #richard kruspe #rammstein #rammstein 2023 #till's day

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multifandomfanficss · 8 months

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Home Is Wherever You Are P2

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

With a very heavy emphasis on platonic!Christopher Smith/Peacemaker

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: You take Adrian, Gut, and Chris school shopping. It might be harder to keep the timeline in tact than you originally thought.

Warnings: mentions of/implied child abuse, panic, meltdown, crying, divorce, mentions of August Smith, cannon typical Peacemaker violence and language, homophobia

A/N: I’ve decided to start with biweekly updates! I’m post on Saturday and Wednesday. I’ll also be posting on my new AO3 adriansglasses. I’ve actually added all of my old work there as well. Hope you guys enjoy!

“You’re the most attractive person I’ve seen in my entire life.” Adrian smiles at you.

“Shut up. No, I’m not.” You blush hiding your face from your boyfriend.

“Don’t hide.” He pushes your hands away from your face. “Please don’t hide your pretty face. It’s like the prettiest face I’ve ever seen and even if it wasn’t- which would be totally absurd like have you even seen yourself? You’re so hot- anyway more to the point. Your personality is so attractive to me that you’re automatically that much hotter. That’s just math babe. Do two wrongs make a right?” You laugh at his comparison. To someone else that may not make sense, but to many people Adrian never made sense. To you, he always made perfect sense.

“You’re too nice to me.” You say smiling at him.

“Well you’re the only one who’s nice to me sometimes period and your pain in the ass loves you very much.” He kisses you.

“I never said you were a pain in the ass!” You laugh. He gives you a look.

“Okay, I may have said it once or twice, but I didn’t mean it. I was just teasing you.” You kiss him on the cheek as he holds you close.

“It’s okay. I know I’m annoying and hard to deal with sometimes.” You turn his face to look directly in your eyes so he knows you’re serious.

“Not to me.”

September 1st, 1994

You woke up to the sound of the chunky alarm clock on the nightstand. You could hear somebody cooking downstairs. You used the bathroom and made your way to the kitchen to find Diane making breakfast.

“Morning! I’m running a little later than usual this morning, so all I could really manage was toast and eggs. Hope that’s okay.” She gave you a sympathetic smile.

“That’s more than okay. I usually skip breakfast half the time anyway.” You admit.

“You shouldn’t do that. Adrian’s always trying to skip breakfast. He doesn’t like most breakfast foods. I’ve been trying to make sure he eats more of them.” You have to bite back a comment about how his future self is still just as annoyed by the concept. You think back to all his rants about how breakfast doesn’t make sense because it’s foods you can only eat in the morning. He was always annoyed that he couldn’t order pancakes at dinner time or a burger for breakfast unless he was in a diner. It just didn’t make sense to him. ‘What?! Suddenly diners don’t have to follow the rules?! It’s all just a bullshit societal construct!’ You could hear his voice now.

“You could have called me down to help.” You say as the food sizzles in the pan.

“You were sleeping. You had a long day yesterday. I need your help with something while I’m at work anyway.” She says, turning to take the toast out of the toaster.

“What can I do for you?” You ask without debate. She’s helped you a lot and she is Adrian’s mom after all. You never thought you’d get to meet her outside of an ouija board. It’s the least you can do in your current situation.

“I have an envelope in my room for you with back to school money in it. It’s mostly just tip money I’ve been saving up from the restaurant. If you could bring the boys into town to get school clothes that would be wonderful. Adrian needs a little bit of everything. He just went through a big growth spirt. Dorian mostly needs new sneakers, but he should get a pair of jeans and maybe a couple shirts. There’s enough money in there to get a few things for Chris because God knows his father won’t do it. There should also be a little leftover if you want to get anything for yourself.” She says, beating the eggs.

“For me?” You question.

“You showed up with no clothes. You can have some of my old clothes, but I doubt you have the style of a divorced mom with two and a half kids. You should get one or two things you actually like.” She laughs.

“No, Diane I- I couldn’t-“

“Yes, you can and you will. This is basically just payment for the nannying gig.”

You smile at her. “Okay, fine. Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

After cooking breakfast and saying goodbye to the boys, Diane was off to the office for the day. She was a secretary at a nearby law firm. Waitressing was only her second job to help pay the bills after her husband left for another man.

“Dorian, do you know where Adrian’s shoes are?” You ask as you chase Adrian around the living room, trying to get him ready to leave. He had so much energy. You couldn’t say you were surprised.

“That’s not my name.” He sat there with his face in his gameboy, barley giving you the time of day. He was just radiating 12 year old angst. Honestly you couldn’t blame him. He was 12, Chris was 13, and they were both about to enter 7th grade. That’s hard enough on its own. It’s probably a lot harder when your mom is asking you to help look after your 3 year old brother because your dad just left because he’s gay. It’s 1994 in Evergreen, Washington and his best friend’s dad is the biggest homophobe in the country. None of this must be easy on him.

“What do you wanna be called?” You ask. He tears his eyes away from his gameboy to give you a look. It’s almost like nobody’s ever asked him or cared for his opinion.

“Gut.” He answers.

“Yeah that’s a much cooler name. My dad says Dorian is a pansy name.” Chris says, continuing to channel surf.

“Christopher Smith that is not nice and will not be tolerated when I’m around. Understand?” You know you can’t tell him his dad is wrong. You know if he challenges his dad now he might not make it back alive, so you hold your tongue for now.

“You can’t tell me what to do.” He huffs.

“Actually, as your babysitter, I can.” You turn to Gut. “Okay Gut, where’s your brother’s shoes?” You try again.

“By the door, under the bench.” He informs you.

“Thank you.” You smile, bringing Adrian to sit on the bench, so you can put on his shoes. There’s two pairs under the bench. You lift them up for him to choose between. One pair has dinosaurs on them and the other pair lights up. He very excitedly points at the light up ones. You can’t get him to sit still long enough to put on the shoes, so eventually you inevitably drop one.

“Motherfucker!” Adrian exclaims in his loud toddler voice.

“Adrian!” You say in shock. You want to laugh because this is so him, but you don’t wanna be blamed for this one. He’s only 3. He giggles at your reaction of the forbidden word.

“Motherfucker!” He says it again in a fit of giggles.

“Buddy, you can’t say that. That’s a grownup word. If you say it too many times you have to go to work and pay taxes.” You try to persuade him against the word.

“What’s taxes?” He asks.

“Taxes are what grown ups have to pay to people. They give a lot of money that you don’t have, so you shouldn’t say that word. Also not paying is a crime. I don’t wanna pay taxes, so I’m not gonna say it.” You try to bargain with him using toddler logic.

“But Dor and Chris say it!” He objects.

“Well, Dor and Chris are gonna have to pay taxes soon.” Adrian begins to cry. “Why are you crying, buddy?” You wipe his tears.

“I’m scawred!” He cries.

“Of what?” You ask.

“Taxes!” He cries.

“It’s okay. You didn’t say it enough times to have to pay taxes.” You pull his small, hiccuping body into your arms, not quite sure what to do. You feel kinda bad. Parenting is fucking hard. They say never parent your boyfriend, but you were taking it to a whole new level. You don’t think this is what they meant.

Finally you had wrangled the boys together and you were on your way to the store. You had to walk because Diane had the car at work and you obviously didn’t have one, but the store wasn’t far.

“Why do we have to walk? This is fucking stupid.” Chris complained.

“Chris, knock it off. We’re at the repeating age.” You gesture to Adrian, who was jumping around the cracks on the sidewalk. Luckily he wasn’t paying attention.

“Hey, Adrian!” Chris grabs his attention.

“Chris!” Adrian runs up to him, on his wobbly little legs.

“Don’t you fucking dare-“ The words came out of your mouth before you even had the chance to realize it.

Gut laughs. “You’re the one who actually said fuck in front of him.”

“Fuck!” Adrian repeats.

“No no no no no!” You try to stop him.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He says as he hops up and down with each fuck.

“No! I said…duck! I said duck!” Gut and Chris break into a fit of laugher.

“Rey’s lying, Adrian.” Gut tells him. Adrian stops giggling and his entire body language changes. He starts to cry, trying to walk away. His little legs don’t carry him very far. You turn to Gut and Chris.

“Please just stop! I just wanna get through the day. Would it kill you to just be nicer to him?!” You don’t mean to lose your temper with the boys, but you know this is only the start to a lifetime of bullying and provoking Adrian. You sigh, dropping your attitude. They’re all just kids. “Stay here for a minute.” You turn in Adrian’s direction and start racing after him.

You try to scoop his little body into your arms, but he screams at you. “NO! NO!” Okay. He’s not great with words, but he totally has no down. You decide to give him some space. Even if he’s not his adult self yet, he’s still a person. You know how easily overwhelmed he gets as an adult. You can’t imagine how upset his 3 year old self is.

“Buddy, I’m really sorry.” You apologize. Your heart breaks. You hate knowing you made him cry.

“P-p-pweas don’t weave!” He begs you not to leave through his tears.

“Hey…what’s going on? Why do you think I’m gonna leave?” You question him.

“Daddy lied to m-mommy and now he’s not here!” Adrian cries. Oh fuck. Of course he couldn’t fully grasp that his father had an affair and that’s why he’s gone.

“Adrian, listen to me. I will never leave you for something like that. I’m sorry I lied to you. Lying isn’t nice, but I’m here for you. I will always be there for you. Even if I’m not here with you, right next to you, I promise I will always love you.” You try to keep yourself from crying now. You can’t help, but think of your version of Adrian at home without you. You try to keep your tears in and stay strong for the younger version of the man you love right in front of you. They feel like different people, but they’re not. This is Adrian and you need to help him.

“Lying isn’t nice!” Adrian repeats, sniffling as his tears slow.

“You’re right. It’s not. Do you want a hug or do you not want to be touched?” You ask.

“Hug!” He cries, crashing into your open arms. You hold his little body as he cries.

“Even if you can’t see me, I’ll always be with you. I love you.” Everything about this is so fucked up. You shouldn’t even be here. You’re messing with Adrian’s life. You’re messing with Chris’ life. Everything about this feels so wrong, but when he’s crying in your arms like this all you can think about is the restless nights when you’d cuddle with your boyfriend and he’d shed a tear or two about his childhood. You knew how much it effected him even now and you just wanted to protect him from all that was to come and heal all that had already happened, but you knew you couldn’t do that. Time had to run its course.

After you helped baby Adrian collect himself you joined Chris and Gut back on the sidewalk and continued your way to the store. Town was small, so the walk wasn’t long, but luckily you had a new Walmart nearby. In your day this Walmart was shitty, but in 1994 it was new. You let Gut and Chris walk around on their own with the promise they’d meet you in the men’s clothing section. You were going to take Adrian to the toddler section. Toddler clothes were cheaper and he was growing fast, so you picked out a couple different outfits for him. You grabbed some basic pants and socks that would match everything and let him pick his own shirts. He settled on a shirt with a spaceship on it that said ‘I’m so cute it’s out of this world’. He also picked a Barney shirt and an Aladdin shirt after making a comment on how both Jasmin AND Aladdin were pretty. You then brought him to your side of the clothing department to grab a shirt or two you liked before meeting up with the boys. After settling on some basic shirts, you were on your way to meet Chris and Gut when you passed the electronic isle and you caught Chris staring at a tape recorder. Even from a distance you could tell he was about to cry as he put it back on the shelf. Gut was nowhere to be seen, probably waiting in the men’s isle like was supposed to. He usually listened better.

“Hey, Chris…”

“I’m not crying!” He wipes his eyes.

“I know.” You give him a smile.

“I just got dust in my eye. They need to clean these shelves better.” He crossed his arms across his chest. You crouched down in front of Adrian.

“Hey, Ade. Why don’t you go pick out a movie for us to watch tonight from the clearance bin?” He wiggled excitedly before taking off towards the bin of cheaper VHS tapes.

“Stay where I can see you!” You called after him. He did just as you said and stayed in your line of vision as you talked to Chris more privately.

“Level with me. I know you weren’t crying, but if you had been crying…hypothetically of course…you could tell me anything. You know that, right?” You weren’t sure if you were breaking the timeline, but at this point you didn’t care. Chris deserved to be able to trust someone in his life.

“I wasn’t crying.” Chris tried to walk away from you, but you caught his arm in your hand.

“Chris, wait-“ He hissed as you made contact with his shoulder. Your jaw drops and you can almost feel tears in your eyes. You pulled up his sleeve to reveal small, circular burn marks. They were burns left behind from where his father had put out cigarettes in his arm.

“Stop starring at me like I’m a freak and just let me go.” He pushes you off of him and he walks away. You knew this job would be hard, but it’s a lot worse than you expected. You had no idea it would be this awful constant moral battle between letting these kids get hurt and keeping the timeline in tact. After realizing you were all alone and you could still see Adrian, but he wasn’t paying attention to you, you started to cry. After taking a deep breath you wiped your tears and picked up the tape recorder, putting the shirts for yourself on the shelf. Fuck it. Chris deserved something his dad couldn’t ruin. So what if you had to wear Diane’s maternity clothes and any clothes her husband left behind? You knew how much he loved music. He deserved this. Timeline be damned he deserved one fucking thing in his life untouched by his father. You hid it in the cart under some of Adrian’s clothes before heading to him digging around in the clearance vhs section.

“Rey!” He called for you as soon as he saw you.

“Adrian!” You called back, pretending to be happy. “Did you pick one?” You ask.

“This one!” He says, excitedly shoving the tape in your hands. You couldn’t help, but smile a real genuine smile. In your hands was a copy of the movie Adrian told you was his favorite growing up; The Brave Little Toaster.

“Have you seen this one?” You ask.

“No!” He smiles, hardly able to stand still.

“You’re gonna love it.” You smile, placing it in the cart. You take his hand and you both head to the men’s section to get clothes for Gut and Chris. Gut picked out a Green Day shirt, while Chris picked out a Nirvana shirt. You were happy when Chris didn’t pick up the Green Day shirt because you knew having that might get him in trouble in the next 10 years when they come out with American Idiot. His dad’s gonna hate that. These were of course considered hot new bands and most of their most famous songs weren’t even out yet. After picking out a couple more clothing items you headed to checkout. You were thankful Adrian was being such a distraction because Chris didn’t even see you put the tape recorder in the bag. With the remaining money, you took a bus to Fennel Fields for dinner where you told Diane you’d meet her on her night shift.

“Mommy!” Adrian yelled running up to her as soon walked through the door. It was nice to see him with his mother.

After grabbing a pizza you headed home. When you got there you pulled Chris aside and gave him the tape recorder.

“Happy birthday.” You said handing him the Walmart bag.

“It’s not my birthday.” He gives you a strange look.

“I know. Just think of it as an advance on your birthday gift.” You smile as he starts to open it.

“Is this mine?” He asks in shock. You nod. “Why did you do this?” He asks.

“Because you deserve something that’s yours that you enjoy.” You say as you watch his eyes well up with tears again.

“I’m not crying.” He says again.

“I know. But even if you were…it’s okay…” He stares at you for a moment before bringing you into a wordless hug. You stand there for a moment, shocked. You never expected this from him, but you wrap your arms around him anyway.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. You deserve it.” You remind him. You know it won’t change the timeline much, but this time, you hope it does something.

After tucking Adrian in, you leave Gut and Chris to play video games until Diane gets home. You head to your room, flipping onto your bed with a sigh. You just hope you did the right thing. You open your phone and head to your voicemails. This has almost become routine.

“Hey babe, it’s me. I’m just calling because I know you had a bad day today and I was thinking…” You close your eyes, as the voicemail plays and you begin to cry. You’ll see him again one day. You have to. You didn’t know how or when, but you had to. You’d figure it out. You’d make a plan.

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fangirlstorycreator · 4 months

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CK Terry Silver X Reader

Context: first you were enemies....but now he was about to be your lover...😏 Final part 💚

Warning: Contains sexual content, female and male oral receiving, dirty talk, sexual intercourse (not for minors)!

You were stunned, you had not imagined being in this position right now, with Terry Silver standing outside your hotel door. What the hell was he doing hear? "It's a pleasure to see you again Y/N" "Is it?" You ask in a sarcastic tone, this just made Terry smile as he can see the look on your face. "I think we need to talk...may I?" He asks politely, moving his hand up to your room, hoping to be allowed in. You look him up and down, still a little unsure, but you know he can't outsmart you, or take you in a fight. You stand aside, letting him walk in just before you close the door behind him. He walks into the room a little more, admiring it. "This is a lovely room you have, it's very similar to my own I have hear. I have a permanent place in my name hear, as I've been a loyal customer to this hotel for a long time" "So you were the one who sent the glass of champagne over to my table this evening?" You ask with a raised eyebrow and your arms folded. "That's right, very clever of you. I must ask though, why didn't you drink it? It was a nice gesture" "Being a woman, you always have to be careful with drinks that you didn't order yourself. I didn't know who sent it to me, so I don't trust it. Nice gesture or not"

Terry nodded in agreement, it seemed he didn't think of it in that way, and he understood where you were coming from. He turned away from you, held his hands behind his back and walked over to the large window, admiring the view. "You know Y/N....I was suprised when I saw you entering this hotel. Pleasantly I might add" "Why?" "He turns to look at you. "Why? Because I admire you Y/N" "Admire me? Yeh right" "I'm being honest, since meeting you I....I have admired you. Your cunning, your bravery, the way you spoke to me that day we first met. I was more than impressed" "You might have wanted to tell your face that at the time. You looked more like a deer caught in headlights" He smirks "While I was shocked at how clever you were to outwit me, it was something noone else had done before. Of course I was going to be impressed" "What about Chozen? He tried to trick you" "Tried and failed. He loved to make me think he was someone of importance, someone worth the time. But you didn't....you were just you. No lies, just being yourself had won me over" "Won you over? Are you being serious right now?! I threatened you, attacked your business partner and your won over by me?!" "Sensei Kim is no longer my business partner, she was just as toxic in that dojo as I was" "Was? Come on, you can't seriously expect me to believe your all nice now?" "I don't want you to believe anything other than the truth. Yes, everything I've done is cruel....I'll never forgive myself for that" "You don't deserve any forgiveness. You allowed Tory to break her own hand! Your sick!" "I wish I could turn back the clock and change what I did-" "B#llsh#t! You wish you could turn back the clock and not get caught!"

Terry's smile faded for a moment, seeing the fierceness in your eyes. But he started walking a little closer, smirking and playing with his hand.

"So? Your on your way home I'm guessing?" "And your not. I've seen that you've shut down the dojo, that doesn't suprise me that much. But why leave entirely? Did I frighten you that much?" He chuckled. "You didn't frighten me Y/N...but you did make me realise what I'm supposed to do. I was brought back to Cobra Kai through an old friend, John kreese. But he was only using me to make Cobra Kai great again. He made that mistake to misplace my trust, and he paid the price. If it wasn't for him, I would have still been back in my life I had made for myself. And I realise that I've missed that, the calm, no stress. So that's what I'm going to do, I'm going back. I have all the money I could wish for, so selling the house I was using in LA when John brought me back is as easy as snapping my fingers. And I will go back to my beach house where I lived before, I've always loved the beach. It's actualy where I lived with my ex partner Cheyenne, until that ended." "I don't think I remember asking for your personal life Silver" you say again sarcastically, Terry can tell he's annoying you. But that's not the reaction he wants from you.

"I really get under your skin dont I?" "Can you blame me? Look at everything you've done" "So....why haven't you kicked me out of the door?.....is there a part of you that wants me to stay?" He asks with a slightly deeper toned voice...is he trying to sound better? "I haven't kicked you out yet because I was nice enough to give you a chance to explain yourself. Trust me when I say there is NO part of me that wants you to stay. You can leave now" There's that smile again, it's really winding you up now.

"Are you sure about that?" "Yes" "Hmm? You know....I did have a proposition for you" "I don't care about anything you want to offer me" "Don't be too quick to answer Y/N. Listen....there were more things I was thinking the very first time I met you....like....your stunning dress..." "What?" "Your dress...hugging that beautifully shaped body of yours" "Alright, get out" "The way it showed your perfect curves, excensuated your-" "I said get out!" "Why?....Do you not like me telling you how beautiful you are?" "I don't care" "Come on Y/N, just think about it for a minute...neither of us are going to see eachother again, and it would only be for one night....one time..." Was he really suggesting this?! You slapped yourself for thinking he was attractive before, but you had no idea it was the other way around. Is he seriously suggesting that we have a one night stand? He's crazy!.....he's....he's crazy.... "I can promise that you'll have the time of your life Y/N, a beautiful woman like you deserves to be worshiped....devoted too.....I would make you scream my name so loud your lungs would burn-" "Terry! I've heard enough of this! Leave now! Before I make you!"

"Why are your cheeks burning Y/N? And why are your legs ever so slightly crossing? You love this don't you?" You tried so hard to hide it, but your body was screaming out for physical touch. He even noticed you crossing your legs a little because of the heat you felt, his smooth seductive words, his presence made you feel so wet. You couldn't do this, you SHOULDN'T do this. "I mean it Terry, leave!" "Noone would know, just you...and me...."

"I mean it! I'll make you leave if I have to!" "......I could leave you breathless....ripping the bed sheets with your hands...." You knew if he kept teasing you with these words, you'd fall for it. You couldn't! You reach out your arms and push him back.

"Ooooh! That's it Y/N! I've wanted to see this fire within you for so long!" You spin to do a high kick, making him plummet to the floor. But he jumps right back up, and sauntered back over to you once more, with that smile again! You strike, again and again, he blocks a few but he still isn't a match for you. It's all a quick blur, but the last kick you try to land, he grabs it with his hand and causes you to nearly fall. But he reaches his hands for both your wrists and pins them up above your head as he presses himself against your body. Your pinned between Terry and the wall, he is so close you can feel his breath and smell his scent. He smelled like peppermint....why was that so intoxicating? He stared right into your eyes, his lips mere inches away from yours, the electricity between you both was immense. "You know as well as me you had the strength and skill to take me down....and yet I have you like this.....you could have prevented this...but you didn't.....just let go Y/N....let your body take what it needs...what it craves....let me make you mine for tonight....just this one night....." Your mind was fighting with itself, you needed to say no, but wanted to say yes. In the end, your body spoke for you....You let out a breath and crash your lips into his, hungry and desperate to taste him. He kisses you back with as much desperation, tasting your tounge as your both getting lost in eachother.

Terry's hands move away from your wrists as they slide down the wall and hold your waist, pressing his groin against you. You could feel how hard he already was, but it seemed like he wasn't quite there yet. You let loose, and just loose yourself in this moment. Not caring about what others would say, or what will happen tomorow, just enjoying the now. One of your hands reaches to the back of his neck and pulls him in closer, while your other hand rips the top of his shirt open, revealing his strong and broad chest beneath. His skin was warm to the touch as your hand ran down the exposed skin, you needed more. Terry pulled away for a mere moment, before falling to his knees infront of you, leaning in and biting at the top of your jeans with a seductive growl. He was so hungry for you, and nothing was going to stop him now. He pulled your jeans and underwear down your legs and away from you, looking up at you with a desperate need. "I need to taste you...." Without a second though, he buried his face inbetween your legs and started licking and devouring you like you were his last meal. You gasped as the sensation, it was like you were on fire!

It felt too good, he had only just started touching you and you thought you were going to reach your release so soon. "Uh f#ck" you manage to breath out as Terry makes your body feel amazing. He moves your legs apart and puts one of your thighs over his shoulder, pressing his hand against your stomach. Somehow this just makes him go harder, go stronger. Your breath quickens, moans escapes your mouth as your getting closer and closer, it was too much. You needed desperately to hold onto something as you feel it coming, and the wall wasn't enough. You reach down and tangle your fingers into Terry's white locks, clenching your hand into a fist, right before- "HUH! Oh f#ck!" You continue to moan as he devours you through your orgasm, making your body shake against his grip. Thank god he was supporting you, or else your body would have given up and collapsed, even the shaking was making you feel weak at the knees. He resurfaced and stood infront of you once he could sence your body couldn't take anymore, that's where he starts kissing you again, and now it was your turn. Your hands move down his ripped shirt and down to his belt buckle, unbuckling it within seconds. His trousers fall to the ground and his boxers are left, and now his throbbing c#ck was even bigger. Pulling them down, your hand grabbed his c#ck and started stroking, causing Terry to moan into your mouth, but he was quite large, and you needed to use both hands to hold him completely. He needed more...his hand reached up and delicately wrapped around your throat, pulling you away from his lips to look into your eyes, fire was burning in his stare. "Get on your knees sweetheart...."

You smirk as he leads you down onto your knees with his hand arpund your throat, now you were knelt between his c#ck and the wall. Was he too big to fit in your mouth? Terry's hand strokes under your chin before he looked down and whispered "Be a good girl and open your mouth for me...." Doing as you were told, this just made you wetter before he grabbed his c#ck with his other hand and slid the tip into your mouth, were you sucked and licked around his most sensitive area. Terry groaned, breathing heavily as you suck him. "Uhhhh....I think you need a little more sweetheart...." He starts thrusting deeper and deeper into your mouth, each time a little more, it's so f#cking hot! He hits the back of your throat before you quickly pop it out and say. "It's to big" "Did I say take me out of your mouth?" He stuffs his cock back into your mouth just before you were going to say something, he had completely stuffed your mouth now. "Ahhh that's it.....you'll take everything I'll give you....you take it like a good girl...." When you tried to move your face to the side to take a breath, both his hands hold your face in place, stopping you moving before he shoved it back in, now he had your head pressed against the wall as he trusted in and out of your mouth, you couldn't do anything but let him f#ck your mouth, but holy shit this was so close to making you cum again, you were loving it.

"Oh god your mouth feels so good sweetheart! But I know what will feel better" He pulls out and your finaly able to take a proper breath as he helps you up off the floor. His mouth is hot on you again, slipping his tounge into your mouth as he picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist. He pins you against the wall once more, this time is was going to be a big one. One of his hands reaches for his c#ck, and he slides it over your entrance, making you shudder in his hold...right before he slid inside you. You gasp! This was definitely the biggest c#ck you had ever had, holy shit this felt good. He held your hips as he starts pounding into you, slamming you against the wall as he f#cks you mercilessly. Over and over again he hits your sweet spot, making you wince and moan in pleasure, for an older man, he certainly knew what he was doing. Again and again, f#cking you harder and harder, both of you grunting and moaning with each thrust. He thrusts one last time before you scream against the wall, and scratch Terry's back, just for the dire need to hold or grip onto something. Your breathing was quick, sweat forming on your brow, but it seemed Terry wasn't finished yet.

He still looked at you with that hunger in his eye, which is why he held you and moved away from the wall, and threw you onto the bed. He climbs on top of you and grips your thigh as you wrap then around his waist, pulling him in closer to you. Once again his mouth is hot and heavy against yours, your hand entangled in his hair and holding onto his muscular shoulder before he slides back inside you again. This time you moan into his mouth, and it just spirs him on, f#cking you hard against the bed, over and over again while also using a grinding motion. You hold him close to your body as you feel yet another orgasm rising, this was going to be the big one. And now Terry was finaly reaching his too, you were both so close. He growls into your ear, making you even more turned on, so you bite into his shoulder seductively, he absolutely loves it as he smirks against your neck. You could feel it coming, you were so close now, that's when Terry gets on his knees, holds your legs against his chest and keeps them there, before he starts pounding into you relentlessly, making you finaly reach the most incredibly, leg shaking orgasm you had ever had before. You had tears coming out your eyes as the full body feeling engulfed you, making you scream at the top of your lungs, which just made Terry go even more. And just a few thrusts later, Terry is now shaking himself, grunting and gasping as he reaches his own orgasm. He shouts out in pleasure as he feels wave after wave for deep s#xual pleasure. Once you can't take anymore, he stops thrusting, and your both able to catch your breath. You feel exhausted, but in the best way possible, noone has ever rocked your world in bed like that. Terry smiled down at you, seeing you look so satisfied.

"That....was better than I had ever imagined....imagination is nothing compared to the real thing....god your beautiful" All you could to was smile back up at him, but why was his smirk back? "You look confused sweetheart? Oh...you don't think this was it do you? Oh ho ho....there is soooo much more.....the things I'm going to do to you.....I'm going to make you scream these walls down....all night long.....

Terry wasn't lying....and you both continued to have s#x for hours after that, going again and again, and again. By the time you woke up from your alarm the next morning, you could barley walk, but in a good way. You sneak into the shower and get nice and clean before going back in the room and packing your things, just as Terry wakes up in your bed. "Good morning my beautiful temptress" "Yeh, hi Terry. Look I've got to go, you need to leave now" "Aww so quick to leave? You didn't want to leave the bed last night" "That was last night Terry, just a one night thing. It was nothing, just an accidental shag" "6 accidental shags actually" "Whatever it was, it was one night, no attachments, that's all" "Oh really? So your not tempted to just come back to bed? Just for a few minutes?" He asks as he runs his hand over his exposed thigh, the only thing covered by the bed sheet is his c#ck. "Terry, you and I both know it will last more than a few minutes" He chuckles, he loved to take his time. "Look, this shouldn't have happened Terry" "But it did...." "Yes...look, you need to leave, and I need to catch my train" He smiles and climbs out of bed, quickly putting his clothes back on before approaching you. "You know you loved what happened last night Y/N, because I loved it too. I have never met a woman as gorgeous as you, or with half your stamina" He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a business card, handing it to you while still letting his fingers slightly touch yours.

"Last night, was the best s#x of my life...and I know you felt something electric between us too. If you want another round....give me a call sometime"

You just look at him with no facial expression, just look towards the door and point, and despite that, Terry still smiles. He leaves your hotel room and now you are on your own, left to gather your thoughts and get back to packing. An hour later your sat in the train station waiting for your train, twiddling your thumbs as the memories of last night flash before your eyes. That was the best s#x you had ever had, and yet you hated this man...is this was people call (hate f#cking?) An announcement called out saying your train was about to arrive, so you stand and hold your bags, when the card Terry gave you fell out. You reach down and pick it up, looking at it and contemplating weather you should put it in the bin right next to you, or keep it? The train arrives and you along with the rest of the people clamber on and take your seats. It was a window seat you take, and as the train leaves and it drives through the country side, you look out of the window and enjoy the scenery......just as you put your handbag next to you, with something inside next to your purse....Terry's business card.....

#sensei targaryen #terry silver #cobra kai #terry silver x reader

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valentine's win || choi chanhee

» summary: it’s valentine’s day, and chanhee, your boyfriend, refuses to admit defeat when he wants to win you a (not so little) prize.

» pairing: choi chanhee x female reader

» rating: pg-13

» genre: established relationship

» warnings: you know all things considered (aka it's me) this doesn’t have any really? chanhee jokes about his ass being grabbed and like one tame sexual implication but that’s it

» words: 1,147

» a/n: i have a lot of 10k or more wips and i just wanted to get something cute out for valentine's so i wrote this channie drabble today so you’re welcome @heemingyu at your service i guess

Chanhee had a lot of talents. Sports and physical exercise in general wasn’t one of them. It made you wonder, often, how he was so strong. He hated working for it, and honestly you understood, even if you likely frequented the gym more than him. Though he lacked in that department, he was incredibly stubborn and scarce on any sort of ability to quit if he set his mind to something.

Which is why you’d spent the past fifteen minutes watching your boyfriend fail at winning a large Pokémon plush at a fair. He just wouldn’t relent and money was no issue when it came to his bruised ego.

“Baby, don’t waste all your mone-”

“I’m going to get it,” he interrupts, though in a way that is still kind towards you. His words might be harsh, but they hold no bite when directed your way. You know not to take it personally and you don’t, smiling instead as you wrap your arms around his middle.

“We can just buy him online. Works out cheaper too, I’m sure,” Chanhee knows you’re right. Of course it’s cheaper. But it’s valentine’s day and he wants to get his girlfriend a stupid plushy if it’s the last thing he does on this consumerist holiday.

“I want to win him…” he turns, a pout on his face as he looks at you. The amount of basketballs he’s missed throwing at the hoop has made you feel defeated for him. Though you could never tell him it was a waste of his time (only money). Honestly, you thought it was sweet, how insistent he was that you walk home with this squishy large version of Charmander.

“Don’t be so pouty, I’ll have to kiss you,” you answer, resting your chin on his shoulder as his head twists to the side to look at your face. He smiles, gently first as he holds a basketball to his other hip with one hand, his free fingers hooking under your chin when he turns towards you.

“Kiss me then,” you do. Chanhee wasn’t big on kissing in public, so the few times he’d ask, you wouldn’t say no. You could never deny him when he asked, and he smiles as you return the kiss gently and pull away to beam at him.

“I love you. And I won’t love you any less if you don’t win it,” Chanhee huffs, making you laugh while you take another sip of your drink.

“Well, I was going to consider defeat but not with that attitude, miss.”

“What attitude?" Chanhee!”

“I’ll go again, please,” he tells the poor kid working there, likely doing it for a little extra cash and not understanding why it’s that serious.

“Maybe next time we bring Eric.”

“Now you’re just insulting me. He’s too short to even aim that far.”

“He probably sensed that insult, you know?” Chanhee rolls his eyes, though there’s a smile on his face and a laugh you know he’s suppressing.

You move away from him to give him space, watching as he plays instead. Honestly, you’d offer to do it for him, having more faith in your own coordination at this rate, but you know he wouldn’t accept the help. Not to mention, you knew he was doing it for you and you didn’t want to step all over him.

It was sweet, he was sweet, and as much as you wanted to disapprove of him wasting money like this, your heart clenched thinking of telling him no outright and walking away.

“This is rigged,” you roll your eyes, knowing he’s right though equally knowing it wasn’t impossible, he was just making it such, “I give up.”

Even just five minutes ago, Chanhee walking away would’ve been a secret blessing to you. But now, he almost looks sad, like he’s failed at something far more important than it really is, and you feel terrible.

“Hey… don’t do that,” now it’s your turn to pout with him, cupping his cheeks as his fingers circle around your wrists. You want to kiss his nose and so you do, leaning up and placing a little peck on his skin before you reach into the backpocket of his jeans for his wallet.

“Since when do you just grab my ass in public?”

He smirks, almost a little amused as he watches you go through his wallet to sort through some coins to find the right one, “I don’t want you to give up.”

“You told me five minutes ago to stop wasting my money,” Chanhee responds, eyes narrowing on you.

“And I changed my mind. I think you can do it,” he looks skeptical, like he doesn’t believe you, but he appreciates the way you try to motivate him anyway, even at a price. The weight of his own wallet.

“Really?”

“Mhmm, you’re taller than Eric, no?” Chanhee laughs, beautifully too, and it makes you smile and kiss his cheek quickly before you practically shoo him back to play. Leaning slightly against the counter space, you watch your boyfriend's concentrated face. It’s cute, the way you know he’s trying to focus.

“Don’t overthink it. Just, get as many as you can. Don’t stress over it when you miss.”

“If I miss,” he comments back, making you roll your eyes at his sudden cockiness before he starts to play.

You don’t think of it much first. Honestly, you didn’t fully focus on the points until your brain is slowly putting two and two together and you realize he has enough to redeem what he wanted.

“I won?”

“You- Cha-”

You were rendered speechless, brought out of it when your boyfriend beams at being handed over the orange little dragon (or lizard?). It’s only when he stands in front of you that you respond and throw your arms around his neck, the man lifting you off the ground to squeeze you in return.

“Oh my god, you did it!”

“And you doubted me,” he frowns, though it’s not very convincing nor genuine.

“I’ll repent later,” you tease, feeling him smile and lean to kiss your cheek before handing the plushie over to you.

“Happy Valentine's day, my princess.”

“That’s my line.”

“That’s definitely not your line,” he scoffs, arm going around you as you both approach the bar. You look at him again, taking in all of his features though he catches on quick and turns to smile at you again.

“You look pretty,” he says, momentarily stopping you in your steps while you practically cling to the won prize.

“Thank you, Chanhee. I really love it,” and okay, maybe your boyfriend did spend way too long and more money than he should’ve to win it. Though honestly, it warmed your heart to know how determined he was for your happiness and for that smile on your face.

Chanhee never wanted to go without it.

see ya'll in the next changmin fic ✌️

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freearbiterfestival · 1 year

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fandomfluffandfuck · 11 months

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That picture of Sebastian in the bathroom with the perfectly popped nip… I bet he pinched and pulled himself to get ready for the photo. He KNOWS what we like.

This picture

from Michael Fisher on Instagram stories

Sebastian takes a moment to prepare himself before taking snapping the picture. First, he reties his hair back into its slicked back bun, smoothing the flyaways. Then, he centers the pendant on his necklace. And, yeah, right before he poses himself for the camera, he's careful to touch his chest through his tight, ribbed, sleeveless undershirt. Both to make sure that his nipples are nice and present, teasing, in his photo but also to give his hands something to do, flexing his fingers and temping his veins to pop a little more than they already do with the warm weather.

It feels nice enough to sigh. Sebastian lets his eyes drift shut, continuing to touch his chest for longer than necessary to get his nipple to harden. With a breathy laugh, Seb notices as he flicks open his eyes--remembering what he's here to do--that he's getting a little too into the feeling. So, improvising, Sebastian shoves his other hand into his pocket, hiding what else is getting hard. And he's not even touching himself there 👀 (Chris has just trained him too well, appreciating how sensitive Sebastian's nipples are)

Once he's ready, Seb takes enough until he's got something he's happy with. Then, he sends the best shot to Chris. He doesn't bother with a caption because he knows his man will appreciate it, no explanation needed. But, also because he wants Chris to catch on without Sebastian having to say anything. It's more fun that way.

Catch onto what exactly?

Oh, just to the little fact that when Chris showered at Sebastian'a NYC apartment the night before Sebastian flew to Paris and Chris went back to Boston, Seb snatched his necklace--swiping it from the bathroom counter as the water ran, providing the perfect amount of white noise to cover Seb's plans.

After he finished in the bathroom, Chris was so distracted by Sebastian spreading him out on the bed--face down and going to town on his ass, rimming him until he was cumming with a bitten off shout--that he didn't notice his missing necklace. He couldn't think. Who can blame him?

So, Chris didn't notice his beloved necklace was gone until he was more than half to Massachusetts. A little sad to find it nowhere in his bags (he checked when he pulled over for a bathroom break), Chris had texted Sebastian about it. But Seb was in the air--it wasn't like he was going to search his apartment, and Chris would get the answer right away. Nor was Chris going to drive all the way back to New York just to let himself in with his keys and turn his boyfriend's apartment upside down to find it, so... he'd have to do without it for a little while.

Sebastian gave that to him! Chris didn't want to lose it, but it'd be fine.

I'll be fine, Chris reminded himself.

Now--

There is it!

His necklace has appeared around Sebastian's throat, the pendant resting against his chest. Teasingly hidden behind the placement of Seb's phone and hand. But. Chris knows.

Chris also knows that in the other photos that have already come out and he has already very unshyly drooled over--it's not so hidden.

Everyone can see it.

Sebastian might be wearing a ring engraved with SS--his initials, Sebastian Stan, but he might as well also be wearing something stamped with CE, too. Chris Evans. There is it. Hanging around his neck. More than enough tangible evidence.

Sebastian is wearing his necklace.

Sebastian wearing something of his should proclaim that Sebastian is owned. But...

Here Chris is, sitting at home, his eyes glued to his phone, constantly readjusting his glasses, pushing them up his nose while his jaw is on the floor. His thoughts racing about how he feels like the kept boy. Not the other way around. He feels like the owned one.

Seb is showing off. He's at a fashion show--class and money and fame is attached to his attendance. But he's showing off more than that, he's showing off that he has someone. Someone he buys expensive gifts of jewelry for, someone he can tear to pieces with just his tongue, and someone he can tease with suggestive photos that should be innocent if not for the tension between them. If not for Chris' intense attraction to his... everything. Hands. Arms. Hair. Chest. Face. Everything.

All at once, contining to stare at the insane collection of pixels on his phone screen, Chris wants nothing more than to be pinned to their bed by Sebastian's bulk. He had him just yesterday, but he wants him again. Now.

Chris feels in in his whole body--his legs tense, itching to wrap around his waist and feel the jolt of each and every mean thrust of his hips; his fingers twitch, holding his phone but wanting to hold Sebastian's head instead with his fingers in Seb's thick, silky hair as it falls around their faces, curtaining them into their own little world; his mind urges him that he wants to have his own necklace dangle in his face as he lays back under Sebastian, being broken apart with the way Sebastian gives it to him. Hard and good. Making him forget his name.

He could never forget Sebastian's name. He wouldn't. Never. Not even if Sebastian weren't fucking him while still wearing that stupid fucking ring stamped with his initials. SS.

Sebastian. Stan.

Chris is gonna scream his name when he gets home. He swears it. Right then and there. Christ. He groans behind clenched teeth. He doesn't know how to respond with anything civil, he might as well go to the bathroom and take his own much less "innocent" photo. What else is he supposed to do?

Also, here's your reminder of what Chris exists with this Sebastian:

How's he look so young and puppy? Why does Seb look so daddy? What the fuck is going on?!

#asks #sebastian stan #chris evans #evanstan #rpf #real person fanfiction #bottom chris #top sebastian #fandomfluffandfuck

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ironwhoore · 2 years

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i’m right here, i got you.

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summary: reader is under vecna’s spell

pairings: eddie munson x hopper!reader

id listen to radio gaga by queen while reading this

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“i’m going to stay here with eddie okay? wanna make sure he’s safe.” you tell robin, steve, max, el and dustin.

“whatever you do, keep your walkie on got it?” steve demands,

“yeah i know, be safe out there okay?”

“we will,” max smiles,

you’ve been hiding with eddie ever since he wouldn’t respond to any calls and with the news footage of his trailer you knew where he was hiding,

“y-you don’t hate me?” he has tears in his eyes,

“eddie why would i hate you? i know you could never do something like that!” you hugged him as hard as you could, “what happened?”

“you’re not gonna believe me,” he runs a hand through his tangled hair. when you give him an eager look that you’re all ears he inhaled deeply, “so i-i,” he exhales, “chrissy fucking cunningham asked me for weed and we went to the spot in the woods but-but then she asked for something stronger so i took her to the trailer to give her some and,” he lets out a broken sob, “i came out of my room and she was in like a trance or something i don’t know but, she-“ he pauses and looks at you,

“eds, ‘s okay, i’m listenin” you rub your hand on his back,

“you’re gonna think i’m crazy,” he laughs sadly, “she-she floated up into the air and her bones,” he takes a breath in, “they snapped. all of them. and her eyes, god y/n her eyes! they were sucked into the back of her skull. so-so i knew i had to get out of there, i would’ve been blamed for it and i-i didn’t want to go to jail and i was scared so, i ran.” eddie looks at you with tearful eyes, “i ran y/n like i always do, i-i could’ve just told the cops that i came home and she-she was in there but fuck.” you lean your head on his shoulder, “i was so fucking scared y/n you don’t understand. i had to get out of there.”

“eddie it’s okay, i would’ve done the same thing. that must’ve been scary, i’m sorry.”

that was 2 days ago, now eddie is screaming into the walkie for help, you were in a trance. just like chrissy. you got up and went to the bathroom, excusing yourself from the conversation you were having with eddie for a second, then you looked into the bathroom mirror for a few seconds after brushing your teeth, when you walked out you saw your sister el standing in a yellow flower field,

“el?” you run up to her, and give her a hug which she accepts lovingly,

“i missed you y/n,”

you pull back from the hug and look at her, she has shoulder length hair and she’s taller. you haven’t seen her in six months, you two wrote to eachother quite frequently, after deciding to stay in hawkins to graduate after your father’s death.

“i missed you too el,” you sniffle,

“you did?”

“what? of course i did!”

“you didn’t miss me y/n, you never came to visit.”

“el i didn’t have the mone-“

“no.”

“huh?”

“no, you feel guilty y/n. you don’t want to look at me in person because you’re guilty. you’d see me and break down because you know you let me down. you let dad down.”

“guilty? el what are you-“

“you’re the reason dad is dead.” she turns around and her back is facing you. you take the opportunity to grab a big rock next to your feet and put it in your pocket, because whatever this thing was, it was not your sister.

“you’re not el,” you speak up,

“what?”

“you’re not el, what the hell are you?”

it turns around and gives you a catlike grin, “you are smart y/n.” it’s still el’s form, but not her voice. this voice is much deeper, almost demonic.

“what the hell?” you walk towards it, and it’s form changes, a fleshy, tall figure.

“it’s time y/n. time to end your suffering, i know how everytime you go to sleep you cry. cry because you miss your dad, cry because you’ve failed eleven. but i can help you, i can end it.”

“no.” is all you say,

“what?”

“i said no.” you chuck the rock as hard as you can, it hits the figure in the neck and you bolt the opposite way of it. there’s a tree with a thick trunk that you spot, so you dash behind it hoping to wait until this thing leaves.

“you cannot hide from me y/n.”

“what do you want from me?” your breath has picked up a heavy amount,

“i’m taking what is mine back. and i need your help to do that.”

“i don’t want to help you, you creep!”

a familiar sound echos through out the field, it’s a song? you sit there for about a minute before lyrics start coming in,

“i’d sit alone, and watch your light. my only friend through teenage nights, and everything i had to know, i heard it on my radio.”

radio gaga by queen, you stand up and look towards where it’s coming from, there’s a light ahead, you see yourself in the air and eddie screaming,

“so don’t become some background noise, a backdrop for the girls and boys who just don’t know, or just don’t care. and just complain when you’re not there!”

you run towards it, almost tripping over your feet,

“you’ve had the time! you’ve had the power! you’ve yet to have your finest hour!”

you’re almost there, a yard away, when something crashes next to you making you fall. but you get up immediately and start running again,

“we watch the shows, we watch the stars. on videos, for hours and hours. we hardly need to use our ears. how music changes through the years!”

not even 10 feet away, you can make it, you can make it. you slip over your own feet and fall again, you’re pretty sure you’ve hurt your ankle, but you don’t care. you keep going until you reach that window to what you assume is reality, when you reach it you fall and hit the ground.

“oh god! y/n,” eddie rushes towards your side and pulls your torso into him, hugging you. you fling your arms around his neck,

“eddie,” you cry into his neck, “eddie!”

“oh fuck, are you okay? oh my god i thought i lost you,”

“im scared eddie, i don’t know what happened i-i saw el, and then-then,” your words were cut off by a sob tearing from your throat and you push yourself as close to eddie as possible, he puts his hand on the back of your head and kisses your forehead,

“i’m right here,” he soothes, “it’s okay i’m right here.”

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