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anonymityisfunwriter · 1 year

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Ooh what if sunshine gets a pet!? Like she found a dog or cat in the street and brought it home and nurtured it back to health.

Ohhh.... I love that idea!

*dramatically cracks knuckles*

I hope this is what you were looking for. And thank you so much for the request! 💛

I shall name this:

The Pet Predicament

"Okay, we've got to be quiet," you whisper, scanning the Compound corridor again to avoid detection. "Everyone will flip out if they find out about you."

"Hey..." Sam falters, just barely rounding the corner when he hears you quietly murmuring to yourself. "Were you just talking to yourself?"

"Yes," you slowly respond, wrapping your arms around your midsection as you shuffle backwards and away from Sam. "That'll get me in less trouble."

"What did you do?" Sam accusingly demands, taking another step towards you.

You keep your arms awkwardly placed in front of you, slightly hunching forward to hide the very obvious protrusion in your sweater. "Nothing!"

Like the rescue is completely unaware of the fact you're supposed to be sneaking him into the Compound, the puppy lets out a small yipping noise.

"I never thought I'd say this, but why is your sweater barking?"

"It's not," you stiltedly lie.

And the overly energetic puppy picks this moment to get incredibly restless, shuffling around in Bucky's borrowed hoodie that you tucked him into.

Sam frowns, his eyes pointedly flickering at the ruffling in the sweater. "Really?"

"Okay, fine, but you can't say anything!" you plead, unzipping the sweater to reveal the dirty stray you were attempting to sneak in.

The pup isn't any more than a few weeks old, you can hardly tell the color of his coat from the amount of dirt covering its tiny body, but its tail wags like nothing else matters except the two people in front of him.

"Oh my God," Sam coos, his face lit up at the sight of the adorable puppy. "Look at this little guy!"

"I know," you agree in the same cooing tone.

"Where'd you even find him? Or her?"

"Him. And I went to the little corner store down the road to get some snacks for movie night," you start explaining, gently petting the puppy's head as you recount the events that led you into sneaking the stray into the Compound. "And it turns out that they don't sell the small bags of popcorn, only the big ones, unless you get the ones that are already popped then they only sell the small ones and not the big ones- "

"Focus," Sam reminds you. "The dog?"

"Right, so then I was going to go to the grocery store, but I don't drive and it's too far to walk, so I was coming back to the Compound and I was passing by an alley when I heard a little whimper, so I went to go check it out, which in hindsight was probably dangerous. But it was this little guy stuck underneath a box!"

"It's sweet that you rescued him, but you know you can't keep him, right?"

You frown deeply, already incredibly attached to the dog after spending a few hours with him. "Why not?"

"What if he belongs to someone else?"

"I already checked, no collar, no tags. And I took him to a vet and he's not chipped or anything. Plus, I paid the $50 bucks for all his shots already... so, finder's keepers!"

"Tony would lose it!" Sam vehemently refutes.

"Tony doesn't have to know!" you counter.

"And you don't even live alone anymore! What about Bucky?"

You dismissively wave your hand. "He won't care."

"Have you met the man? He likes his space."

"But this guy is so tiny," you coo, wrinkling your nose at the small puppy. "I couldn't just leave him all alone. You know, I was left all alone once too- "

"Ah," Sam sharply interrupts. "You already played the orphan card today."

"Really?"

"To get the last of the orange juice this morning," Sam reminds you.

"Oh, that's right," you vaguely recall, still holding the puppy in your sweater. "My bad."

"But just look at him, Sam," you dramatically pout with puppy eyes. "I can't give him away."

He sighs in reluctant defeat, the stray's puppy eyes obliterating his resolve, "Okay, but you should at least get him cleaned up before you tell Bucky."

"Already on it," you exclaim, holding up the bag of assorted dog grooming supplies.

"And whatever you do, don't let Steve find out," Sam warns. "If he finds out, you might as well tell Tony yourself."

"Obviously," you scoff. "Now, come on."

Sam dramatically shakes his head, taking a large step back, "Oh, no, I'm not a part of this."

You sarcastically guffaw, "Yeah, okay. Whatever you have to tell yourself."

"I mean it!" Sam doubles down, slightly stomping his foot.

"Do you want to see the sweater I got him?" you ask, ignoring Sam's objections.

Sam gasps, a wide grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. "Yes!"

As the two of you make your way to your room, Sam keeps in step with you, making little faces at the dog. The puppy responds each time with a wag of his tail and a little jolt towards Sam.

When you reach your door, you scan the hallway twice, making sure no one witnesses you and Sam sneaking in your new dog.

And before you know it, you both are down on your knees in front of the tub with an energetic puppy splashing water everywhere.

While you gently scrub the shampoo into the dog's matted and dirty, coat, Sam asks, "Do you even know what kind of dog this is?"

"Golden retriever, why?"

"And what are you going to do when he's like 65 pounds and you can't hide him in your room?"

"I haven't got that far yet," you admit, rinsing the rest of the sudsy lather out to reveal a beautiful golden coat on the tiny pup. "First, I'm going to make sure my little buddy is nice and healthy, the vet said he's a little small for his age. Oh, but maybe he can be the team mascot! We'll get him a cape and everything!"

Sam shrugs, padding over to the sink to grab a towel to wrap the dog in. "What are you going to name him?"

"I've already got a name, Max!"

"Max?"

"Short for Maximus."

Sam rolls his eyes, taking the dog from your arms. "Like the horse from Tangled?"

You're about to respond when you hear the front door open wide followed by Bucky's heavy footsteps and a sharp click of the door shutting.

You and Sam wince at each other, dramatically mouthing words as you silently scream at each other.

With wide eyes, Sam nudges his head to the closed bathroom door. You raise your hand in acquiescence, nonverbally agreeing to be the first out the door.

"Doll?" Bucky calls. "You home?"

You quickly slip out of the bathroom door, slamming it behind you before the dog can escape like he had twice when you were taking him a bath.

Bucky stands in the entryway, witnessing you leaving the bathroom, and giving you no chance to hide Sam or the dog.

"Hey!" you overzealously greet, keeping yourself firmly planted in front of the closed bathroom door. "You're home!"

"I'm home," Bucky repeats, more than a little confused by your strange mannerisms. "Everything okay/"

"Is everything okay?" you squeakily repeat. "Everything is great! It's more than great, it's -"

You're cut off by Sam's audible struggles to keep Max contained, "Just hold still."

You swiftly kick the door, letting Sam know he's being too loud.

"Was that Sam?" Bucky questions.

"Oh, yeah," you scoff, dismissively waving your hand over your shoulder. "Sam's just in the bathroom."

"Didn't you just come out of the bathroom?"

Your lips pull in to hide your wince, "Mhmm."

Bucky pauses, his face furrowing, "You know, in any other circumstance, I'd be really concerned that my girlfriend was just locked in the bathroom with another man."

"But you're not because I love you and you love me," you tell him, still blocking the bathroom door with your body. "And most importantly, you trust me!"

He sighs, his shoulders dropping as his sixth sense for your's and Sam's antics hits him full force. "Can you just tell me what you and Sam did?"

"Nothing! I did nothing!" Sam shouts from the other side of the door. "I am not a part of this!"

"Yes, you are!" you call back. "If I go down, I'm taking you with me."

A small bark is heard through the door, Sam triumphantly humphs, "See? Max agrees with me!"

"Max?" Bucky sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand, the other resting on his hip. "Please tell me that you did not get a dog in the 24 hours that I was gone."

"Okay," you nod. "I won't tell you."

Part 2

Grumpy Sunshine Series Grumpy Sunshine Drabbles

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snowangeldotmp3 · 1 year

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I entirely forgot about emojis, so 🧥 My bad!

You're very kind!

Steve means well, I think he's at least smart enough to realize his own limitations and is mainly here to be muscle for his two nerds since they insist on staying in Gotham.

I'm torn between the fact that a Revolutionary Anarchist Clown Nancy would probably be past a lot of her hang ups and thus openly flirt with Robin, and the fact that Harley!Nancy still being deep in comphet would be VERY funny.

Just Nancy doing Harley's arial silks in her cell as she talks to Robin, 100% unaware of the effect she's having. Harley!Nancy isn't as prone to being ditzy, but she IS entirely unaware of the thirst she inspires.

no worries about the emoji!! i just remembered that's what i'd used for the tagging system too lol, no biggie! :)

ooh yeah. i can definitely see him bringing the nailbat with him...just in case. but same, i think he would mean well, even if he didn't fully understand where she was coming from.

ohhhh... i'm with you there, both of those sound like a ton of fun to play around with....THE POSSIBILITIES!!!! nancy who's completely past all of her comp het flirting with robin just to get her all flustered...VS nancy who's still got comp het but completely abandoned everything else about her previous self (? probably the wrong wording, but i hope you get what i mean lol!)

i could definitely see it too, like nancy just. hanging upside down or something while robin's trying to talk to her and robin's brain just. short circuits

#got mail! 📩#🧥 anon #sorry this one took longer to answer i kept getting distracted :( hashtag adhd LOSS #but i am obsessed with this now like. fully.

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painonthebrain · 29 days

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I’m gonna be honest watching everything with @/emmettworld go down is just kinda sad and also makes me. Conflicted?

Idk proship vs anti shit below cut im just . I probably shouldnt be writing anything rn bc my brain isn’t functioning for. Some fucking reason but whatever i do what i want

Like I don’t define myself as proship bc I think the whole pro vs anti thing is like. Ugh I can’t find the words. Idk it’s like.

Like I don’t want to call myself proship because. I have so many friends who will tear me apart for that and itll ruin our relationships and I love them and also I hate like. Having to attribute myself to a “side” but like. I’m completely fine with everything fictional. Yes. I don’t care, as long as it’s properly tagged, warned, etc.

Also I ship stuff like selfcest and clonecest so. Idk I don’t think antis do that.

And anti culture reeks of ew ew ew this (fiction) is gross! It shouldn’t exist AT ALL! And proship culture reeks of oh my god these stupid baby minors this is FICTION. DUH. Youre all beneath me

Anyway I know theres at least one moot i i can think of who has proship dni in their intro and like... if ur reading this. hi. I dont call myself proship but i certainly have some of the beliefs which is why i interact but if you’re uncomfortable u can totally block me like. Im not doing this to be some shady imposter who lurks in the dark i just dont label myself as any of this shit!!

im like. Lowkey terrified of how people are going to react to this post bc im HORRIBLE at using my words rn but like.

Like i just want people to make whatever tf they want to make! It shouldn’t be a person’s problem to “sanitize” themselves! And also fictional characters are quite literally made up people we create to do whatever the fuck we want to them! But also it’s important (in my opinion) to be at least a little critical of what you make. But also you shouldn’t have to file down your expression. But alsO-

Like there are so many factors to well. Factor in when it comes to fiction! And i try so hard to develop my media literacy (even with my underdeveloped baby frontal lobe) every day but even so these topics can be hard to navigate

Anyway yeah no conclusion paragraph because as you can probably tell from my writing. I have no idea what im saying i just feel the need to say something

Idk i just feel like a neurotic prey animal right now like im like.

Ok ok time to get personal guys

I have like MAJOR irrational fears that i am a horrible person like. Almost constantly and pro vs anti discourse makes that shit go fucking WILD. anyway. Yeah i have like this almost fanatic paranoid fear that no matter how hard i try i am a Bad Person and that im like. Metaphorically rotting from the inside and eventually i will expose it to everyone that i am Bad and Awful and Nasty and that even then when everything goes bad ill be completely unaware of my own inherent corruptness and that i will eventually hurt people or whoever i have the capacity to hurt and that things are doomed to fail for me because im such an abhorrent person

Anyway yeah those thoughts are obviously NONSENSICAL because… what??? The fuck????

But then my brain is like ooh yeah lets introduce some fucked up thoughts in here. Intrusive thoughts, if you will. Which all span many nasty awful things that are usually highly morally corrupt and wow I wonder if that ties into all that i said before? Yep it probably does!

Which makes me anxious as hell because then im also convincing myself that those thoughts are real and are my own thoughts and wants. Which FUCKS ME UPPP

So anyway that’s why I don’t label myself as pro or anti because proship makes me feel like im a horrible person who will hurt people and is disgusting and awful (also the intrusive thoughts) and the anti label goes against my very strong beliefs of freedom of creation and expression etc.

Yay rant vent brain barf over!!!!

#elec rambles #rant #vent #i really dont know if it qualifies as either of these but whatever #its like a weird amalgamation of the two #yeah im sorry i kind of dropped into a tangent #anyway if i never acknowledge this again so be it #i was gonna tag this as psa but. i really think i shouldnt

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zeondraws · 1 year

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I must say I had alot of fun drawing this one a couple of days ago!

dunno if I print this out for diary

I often scroll through tumblr to look through the art tips tag and honestly it's so fun finding neat little art hacks and colour theory tips that I always want to try out when I can hop on my laptop!

Even if I might feel a bit like "ooh damn when will I become as good?" But I also want to try and channel my feelings into motivation, to continue to have fun and try out new things and develop through this.

This whole art path is so scary to me at times, because there is this? Responsibility I feel like, that I have when I post my bus art online, how would people react? Did I have fun drawing this? How will I continue my goals?

Since I want to try and shake up the whole bus community in some way, not like in a bad way but to perhaps make it feel more interesting. I feel like there is a lack of creativity or a lack of artists compared to the amount of bus manufacturers and bus companies you have who try and sell busses, make them interesting to people etc, but how do you reach people? For me it feels like it mostly just reaches people who are already interested in busses and the bus companies always feel sterile or very cooperate (I think I have already mentioned this in a previous post, I often repeat myself)

I am already seeming to have small success, I don't know how to call it or how to feel because this is a very new territory for me.

In my discord server some of my active members started drawing much more, which makes me feel very honored that they're inspired to do so because of me. Some even made bus animations or silly bus drawings or comics. Heck when setra announced their new bus we had some fun talking about it, and one of my members drew fanart of it which is amazing.

Like they're probably the first and only person who made fanart of this setra bus, okay there is official artworks (somewhere), but I'd like to point out that bus fanart is waaay more rare than your usual plane/train or idk fanart of animated shows.

I can't stress enough how busses don't get enough love, there is this universal thing of people unaware of them.

So it's obviously one of the reasons I started my tumblr and Instagram account, hopefully after my apprenticeship I will start my youtube stuff which seems way more scary. Because at the end of the day I am a nobody, who is dreaming of changing something. But of course I don't want to forget to have fun and enjoy what I do, there are so many silly bus stories I want to share.

Tho it feels somewhat scary to do the first step, because I didn't think that I'd be standing here doing this myself. But who else is gonna draw busses? I can't wait years until someone random appears to draw what I want to see. So I'll do it myself (still scary tho, getting outside your comfort zone LOL)

Because I feel like there is something that those bus manufacturers/companies are not acknowledging over the potential . And I am here to change that, however I can with my silly and messed up ideas. haha

I am currently taking a week break from discord so that I can collect myself again and focus on other things. And also to draw BUS

Bro I have sooooo many bus ideas on my trello the list will never get lower.

I shall end this post with a meme

I love Mushroom Bus very much

#zeons thoughts #thought post

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bbangsoonie · 3 years

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just u

member: sunwoo genre: fluff word count: 1,903 synopsis: sunwoo thinks you’re a flirty drunk but doesn’t notice you only flirt with him.

a/n: oc’s facial flush after drinking alcohol is mentioned once in the fic

Eric: giant sleepover at hyunjae’s tonight

Hyunjae: this is news to me ??

Eric: be prepared to pull an all-nighter because we are doing everything from watching movies to playing games to ✨drinking✨

Sangyeon: his house is also my house ???

Eric: y/n, can you pick up some snacks and drinks with sunwoo?

You: sure

Sunwoo: this is news to me as well ?

Eric: see you all at 6! i know no one has classes today and tomorrow’s saturday so i expect full attendance :)

Juyeon: again, our house is not just solely hyunjae’s ???? younghoon and i live here as well ;-;

Eric’s impromptu gathering was in no way organized but he knew everyone would go along with it. Your group of friends consisted of the most spontaneous people you’ve ever met. They were always down for anything, anytime.

That was how you ended up going grocery shopping with Sunwoo and Haknyeon after you stopped by campus for your professor’s office hours. You ran into Haknyeon there who wanted to tag along to make sure you bought his favorite snacks.

“Any requests for chasers?” you called out to the boys who were an aisle away. You scanned the shelves of sodas in front of you, trying to recall who liked what drinks.

“Chasers are for babies,” Haknyeon scoffed as he made his way over to you.

“I’m baby,” you proudly pointed at yourself.

“Are you referring to the Kirby meme right now?” he blinked. When you nodded, he pretended to gag, making you slap his back.

“Do you guys think this is enough alcohol?” Sunwoo arrived with a cart full of bottles. You almost laughed at the amount of cases. Anyone passing by would think you were shopping wholesale. Which honestly didn’t sound like a bad idea for a group of 12.

“Should be,” Haknyeon shrugged, taking over the cart. “Now time for the good stuff!”

You and Sunwoo watched as he threw in bags of chips and jelly into the cart. You only picked out one or two for yourself since Haknyeon was essentially just getting everything. There was a wide variety for you to choose from anyway. Sunwoo had to physically stop him from adding more stuff, insisting that there’d be dinner as well.

With Hyunjae in charge of ordering food, it was no surprise that you walked into his house smelling like chicken. Eric greeted you from the kitchen and you hollered out a “hey” before joining Changmin and Chanhee in the living room. They were in the middle of an intense round of Super Smash Bros and by the looks of it, Changmin was winning. When the game finally ended, Changmin shrieked with laughter while Chanhee dejectedly collapsed onto the sofa.

Jacob and Kevin walked in not long after, exchanging greetings with everyone else. Sangyeon, Juyeon, and Younghoon emerged from the staircase after finishing their assignments upstairs in their own respective rooms. With the whole group together, Eric gathered you all in front of the TV to have a Super Smash Bros tournament.

“Only people who suck at playing games pick Kirby,” he yelled as you picked up a controller.

“I do admit I suck at games and love Kirby,” you stuck your tongue out as you chose your character, making Chanhee groan.

“All you do is spam down b!” Kevin whined.

“Well no one wants to teach me other moves or how to play other characters,” you shrugged.

“I tried,” Hyunjae sighed. “You’re an impossible student.”

“That’s because everyone kills me off while I try to learn!” you huffed.

To your amusement, you won the game by avoiding everyone in the air while they battled amongst themselves. Then you constantly attacked Younghoon with the same move until he eventually died. He screamed in frustration when your victory flashed across the screen.

Unfortunately for you, everyone decided to target you in the beginning for the next round. After easily finishing you off, they enjoyed what they called a “true fight” that Eric ultimately won.

The long night officially began with the mountain of boxes of chicken in the kitchen. It was easily demolished before Changmin won rock, paper, scissors to put a horror movie on. Before the film was even chosen, Sunwoo was complaining about how he hated jump scares.

“Bro just say you’re afraid and move on,” Eric snickered.

“I’m not scared! I just don’t like being surprised,” Sunwoo insisted.

“Pft, if you’re a true man you can watch it,” Chanhee teased, unaware of his embarrassment to come.

The next couple of hours was chaotic. Chanhee screamed at every noise, making everyone else scream as well. Haknyeon and Sunwoo ended up watching the movie with their ears closed and Jacob gave up entirely by trying to nap instead. You had the unfortunate seat next to Younghoon and became his ragdoll that he clung onto and shook every time he got frightened. You didn’t even get to react to the movie because he kept screaming and grabbing onto you.

Eric and his mischievous instincts spent the whole time trying to startle Juyeon who ended up chasing him around until he promised to stop. Changmin, Sangyeon, Hyunjae, and Kevin were the only ones who truly enjoyed the movie.

When the lights came back on, Chanhee and Sunwoo pretended that it wasn’t scary at all. Hyunjae laughed, reminding them of their reactions to which they feigned oblivion to.

“I need a drink,” you groaned. “Younghoon stressed me out more than the ghost did.”

“Everyone go slow and steady,” Eric warned. “I want to be playing until the sun comes up.”

“My body is too old for this,” Sangyeon mumbled as he began taking the alcohol out of the fridge.

“Hey, Y/n, can you pass me a bottle?” Sunwoo asked. You felt your heart skip a beat when his fingers brushed past yours to take the drink from your hands. The exchange made you blush and you quickly took a shot to mask your tinted cheeks with the flush of the liquor.

Spending the night with your friends meant that you would be spending it trying hard to not fall in love with your budding crush. You tried your best to keep a safe distance from him, relying on Chanhee to be your trusty barrier.

After a series of drinking games (that mostly resulted in your loss), you were beginning to feel the effects. With Chanhee and Haknyeon by your side, you were slightly swinging in your seat. You were all sitting on the floor in the spacious living room to start whatever game Hyunjae had suggested. His words had gone in and out of your ears while you were finishing your last punishment drink.

“So basically one person will ask another person a question and that person will say their answer out loud. The answer has to be the name of someone in this room. Those who are curious about the question will drink to hear it,” Hyunjae explained.

“Can I go first?” Kevin excitedly asked. With the majority agreeing, he happily went up to Jacob to whisper in his ear.

After hearing his question, Jacob thought for a second before saying your name. The boys teasingly “ooh”ed, making you roll your eyes. Sunwoo, Eric, and Changmin were the only ones curious enough to drink for the answer.

“Aw, Y/n, you don’t wanna know why he picked you?” Kevin pouted.

“By the look on your face, I think I get the gist,” you chuckled. “Any questions involving girls only leaves me as an option. And to be brutally honest, I don’t really care what he thinks of me.”

Jacob, faking pain, clutched his heart.

“Ouch,” he joked.

Jacob asked his question to Younghoon, who answered with your name again. This time, you were slightly intrigued.

“Me again for the second time in a row? Now I’m kinda curious,” you pretended to think hard.

Eric drank again and eagerly asked for Jacob’s question. Trying to elicit a response from you, he acted shocked and grabbed Younghoon by the collar. Laughing, you gave in and drank to hear the question.

“He thinks you’re gonna be the first to get cuffed,” Jacob whispered to you.

“Ah, unfortunately no,” you shook your head at Younghoon, sitting back down.

This time, Younghoon asked you a question. He asked who you would date if you had to choose from the friend group.

“Sunwoo,” you said almost immediately. His jaw dropped at how fast you made your decision and he gave you a smug look.

Again, Eric couldn’t hide his curiosity. His reaction made the rest of them interested and everyone ended up drinking to find out what Younghoon had asked you. Hyunjae hooted but the alcohol in your system left you unphased by all their teasing.

After their excitement died down, the game continued until each person had a turn. It ended with Eric drunk crying thanks to Juyeon picking him as his most cherished friend. Seeing him cry made Sunwoo cry as well and Changmin was having a blast laughing at them both.

Not wanting Sunwoo to also turn into a crying drunk, Sangyeon took his cup away from him. He reminded him to keep his pace, prompting him to sulk. As soon as Sangyeon looked away, however, Sunwoo stole it back and downed the rest of his drink.

“Sunwoo, no,” Sangyeon groaned.

“Sunwoo yes!” Sunwoo exclaimed with glee.

The group then split off into subgroups to take a break from drinking. You, Younghoon, Juyeon, Changmin, Sunwoo, and Eric propped a phone up to make TikToks together. Meanwhile, the rest of the boys were just chilling on the couch, laughing as they watched you embarrass yourselves.

Subconsciously, you ended up with your arm wrapped around Sunwoo’s neck for most of the stupid 15 second video. You honestly weren’t sure what you were filming or why you were so close to your crush but you were having too much fun to care.

Chanhee, on the other hand, definitely noticed. He smirked as you rested your head on Sunwoo’s lap and Sunwoo’s face reddened. He nudged Jacob to point it out and made fun of how oblivious you two were.

Before reconvening, you stepped outside to get some fresh air. When you didn’t return after 10 minutes, Sunwoo was sent to retrieve you. You lit up seeing him join you on the veranda and beckoned for him to sit down next to you.

“It’s cold out here,” he said. “Let’s go back in.”

“So then you should hold my hand to keep me warm,” you giggled, holding out your hand.

“You’re drunk,” he commented as he raised an eyebrow.

“Drunk on you,” you winked, making him shyly look away. He cleared his throat to rid himself of the awkward tension between you.

“You know, you’re a flirty drunk,” he mused.

“Only to you,” you shrugged. “Haven’t you ever heard of drunk actions reflecting sober thoughts?”

Taken aback, he stared at you in silence. You pouted at his lack of response and got up to go back inside. Before you could open the door, he finally spoke up.

“I’ll think about it if your sober actions reflect your drunk thoughts,” he said.

“Really?” you beamed.

“As long as your drunk self is only flirty with me,” he teased.

“Oh please, have you ever seen me like this with the other guys?” you laughed. “I only like you. Just you.”

#the boyz #sunwoo #the boyz sunwoo #the boyz fluff #sunwoo fluff #the boyz sunwoo fluff #tbz fluff #tbz sunwoo #the boyz fic #the boyz scenarios #the boyz imagines #sunwoo fic #sunwoo scenarios #sunwoo imagines #tbz fic #tbz scenarios #tbz imagines

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spidernerdsblog · 3 years

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Wedding Shenanigans

A/N : Not me using my cousin's wedding as a plot for my fic. This has been sitting in my drafts for a while really didn’t have the nerve to post it. I’m still nervous tbh. Please don’t hate me if it’s bad my over dramatic ass just went a little overboard.

Pairing : Tom Holland x Indian! Reader

Summary : you are back home for your best friend’s wedding and Tom decides to accompany you.

Warnings : just over dramatic crap, sexual innuendos

Mini Playlist : Aa toh sahi, First kiss

(Note- As our country has a vast diversity of languages the italicized dialogues represents whatever native language you speak. I didn’t want to emphasize on a particular language.)

"You sure you wanna tag along?" you try to confirm with him again.

"Yeah I have never attended an Indian wedding before. Moreover I should have an experience you know for future just like Nick Jonas and Priyanka Chopra our grand wedding" he chirped.

"We will be staying at my parent’s house so no room sharing with me"

"What? Not again! But why can't I share a room? I mean your parents do know that we live together"

"Yeah but that's India honey, no sleeping together before marriage"

"I have to sleep all alone at night without you that's not fair" He whined.

"You can share a room with my dad then" you suggested.

"What? No not your dad" he gave a mortified look.

"Why what’s wrong?'' you let out an airy laugh.

"I’m really scared of him" you chuckled at his confession

"What? Don’t laugh at me, he really intimidates me"

"Well he is the only person who will decide to give my hand to you or not, so man up baby"

"And it's just for one night then we will go to the resort where the wedding will take place. And there hopefully we can share a room or you can share a room with Rahul or the other guys. I'll talk to them about it.

"Not that chump!" he immediately protested.

"What is with you and him?" you chuckle.

"When the person is a potential candidate to steal your girl you have to be a little defensive"

"God how many times do I need to tell you that we never had anything between us, he’s just my childhood friend."

"You may not have but I have noticed the last time we went to visit your parents he is always trying to woo you and moreover you parents like him too" he grumbled.

"Aww someone is jealous"

"I’m spiderman. Why would I be jealous? He says defensively, you smirk.

"Ok spiderman pack your things quickly"

You flew back to India the next day, you stayed the night at your parents house before leaving for the resort to attend your best friend’s wedding.

''Y/N!!" Your best friend squealed in excitement as she eagerly hugged you.

"Missed you so much.

"Me too babe. Can’t believe you’re getting married. When did we grow so big?" you pout.

"Hey Y/N"

"Hi Rahul. Missed you so much bro" you hugged him.

"Hey darling let's go to our room shall we? You must be tired" Tom eavesdropped in your conversation.

''Yeah I'm a little"

"Hey man how are you?" Rahul asked.

"I’m good, mate. Will talk to you later."

"Yeah sure, go take some rest" Tom literally dragged you away from him.

"What was that?" you frowned.

"Nothing" He said. You chuckled, shaking your head at your boyfriend’s possessive attitude.

After settling down in your room you went to freshen up. You stepped out of the bathroom drying your with a towel as you informed Tom.

"Okay so tomorrow is haldi"

"What’s that?"

"Well it's a ritual where we apply turmeric paste to both bride and groom, it is said turmeric improves your skin tone. I know it sounds stupid but age old custom so can’t be changed" you continued.

"So don’t wear something expensive as the turmeric stain will be hard to remove. You will be with the guys I have told Rahul everything so you will not have any problem'' he rolls his eyes.

"And please don't end up killing him''

The next morning after the puja was completed your best friend was made to sit on a seat decorated with flowers. As all the married women applied turmeric to her blessing her for a happy married life. Then came all of your turn. And you guys didn't leave a spot, painting her completely yellow.

"Y/N come here let me apply some turmeric so that next will be your turn" a woman offered.

"No thanks I'm fine" you dodged her somehow.

You went back to your room to change, Tom returned as well.

"You guys played quite a holi I see" you comment seeing his face and kurta painted yellow.

"Yeah but why didn’t you put that?

"I'll only apply only when it has been touched by my husband on my wedding day"

"Well I can help you with that" he backed you up against the wall caging you and slowly leaned down. You felt butterflies in your stomach as his face inched closer to yours, you thought he was going for a kiss as you parted your lips instead he tilted to the side brushing his cheek to yours and he did the same thing with your other cheek.

"There you go" he maneuvered you to face the mirror and you saw turmeric paste on your cheeks.

"Tom! Seriously? I thought-" you huff

"What did you think darling?" He whispers with a sultry voice.

"Nothing!"

"Someone is horny" He chuckles.

"Shut up you dickhead!" you snapped.

"But weren't you thinking about my dick in the first place?" He teases to annoy you even more.

"Ugh!! you know what Rahul is much better than you!" saying so you ran inside the bathroom shutting the door.

"What? What did you say?" he heard your giggles from inside.

Later in the day you were in the community hall of the resort with your friends discussing your dance performances.

"Guys we can’t let the groom’s side win do you get that?" you state.

"Chill Y/N we are gonna set the stage on fire"

"So what songs are we gonna perform? And please no bole chudiyan" you quip.

"Dilli wali girlfriend?" one of them suggested.

"Yeah that will definitely be kept for the end other than that?"

"Cutipie?"

"Nah"

"Deedar de? Odhani? Sawan mein lag gayi aag?" Everyone suggested in a chorus, someone even suggested ooh la la.” you facepalmed at the chaos.

"Guys are you planning to seduce those pot bellied bald uncles and middle aged judgemental aunties over there?" everyone went silent as you continued

"No right? So please something sober and fun. These songs can be played in the after party when the main event is over"

"Morni banke?" someone suggested.

"See now you’re getting it" After a lot of discussion finally you all agreed on some songs and started to choreograph the dance steps. Your eyes went to your boyfriend whom you had completely forgotten in the middle of this.

"You’re getting bored right? I’m so sorry babe this why I said you should pass this one out"

"Hey no I’m fine plus I kind of figured out a little of your conversation, you are talking of some kind of dance competition"

"Wow you are improving I’m so proud of you. And yes you’re right tomorrow we have sangeet at night and it’s a dance off bride vs groom and we are gonna smash them"

"Oh you will, darling. How much of an aggressive competitor you’re no one knows better than me" He chuckles.

"Hey! I’m not aggressive" you protest.

"Do I need to remind you of the one time you were literally about to throw the controller at the tv screen after you lost a match of fortnite?"

"Okay in my defense you cheated" you narrowed your eyes.

"No I didn't," He says haughtily.

"Yes you did, you distracted me-" you argue back.

"What did I do baby?" His voice was low as you remembered about the distraction he caused.

"Uh never mind" you stutter all flustered.

"Hey Y/N c’mon let’s practise" Rahul called you.

"What’s he gonna do?" Tom frowned.

"He’s my dance partner, I would have asked you but you don’t understand the lyrics well so"

"Yeah yeah I get it, now go" He said rolling his eyes.

You began to practice the dance for the sangeet it went on for sometime. But later everyone got bored to dancing to the same song so random songs were played

Sun baby deadly hai teri walk ni

Tere thumke bhi karte hai talk ni

Ho dil kare dekhi jaun teri ore

Tu nazre mila toh sahi

Dil diya hai jaan bhi tujhe denge

Tu ik vaari aa toh sahi

Dil diya hai jaan bhi tujhe denge

Tu nazre mila toh sahi

Tu ik vari aa to sahi

You started to move your hips sensually as Rahul joined you too. His hands went to wrap around your waist which made Tom uncomfortable as his face tensed up. You were laughing and giggling unaware of Tom watching you with a pointed look as you both were getting too close to his liking. You looked over your shoulder to find a very displeased Tom. An idea crossed your mind as you waltzed your way to him.

Kab mummy daddy mere tu patayega

Leke band baja ghar mere aayegaKab tak mujhe aise hi ghumayega

Tu baat badha to sahi

Dil diya hai jaan bhi tujhe denge

Tu ik vaari aa toh sahi

Dil diya hai jaan bhi tujhe denge

Tu nazre mila toh sahi

Tu ik vari aa to sahi

Grabbing his hand you pulled him to the center your friends hooted and whistled. You began to dance around him and nudge his shoulder playfully before lacing your hands around his neck pulling him closer to you. You turn around your back pressed against his broad chest as you take his hands and place them around your waist and continue to sway against each other.

............

Next day your best friend was sitting in the courtyard surrounded by all the ladies. The mehendi artist drew beautiful and intricate patterns on her hand with the henna.

You and your girl gang got ready to perform for the occasion as the song ‘mehndi hai rachne wali’ started to play in the background. You all danced to the song gracefully. After the performance you all also got your mehendi done.

"Tom! Tom! Where is my food?!" You yell sitting on your bed with wet henna on your hands.

"Wait a minute my hungry devil" Tom comes with your plate of food.

"Seriously you just can’t wait for a few minutes" He huffs sitting next to you.

"I’m so lucky to have such a sweet and caring boyfriend" you gush.

"Yeah yeah, now open your mouth" You do as he says. He brings the spoon near your mouth to pull it away immediately and eat the food himself.

"Tom!" You protest, he stifles a laugh. This is a nice punishment for you now cannot work your hands.

"Yeah very funny, don’t talk to me" You turn your face away from him annoyed.

"Hey I’m sorry, here take" He holds the spoon in front of you as you open your mouth to eat but that little fucker does it again going into a fit of laughter.

"You!!" You lift your hands to hit him.

"Ah, ah love don’t think of it or your artwork will only get ruined" He chuckles as you huff in defeat.

"Okay now c’mon, this time no pranks I promise" You frowned at him still dubious but this time he finally fed you.

"You know they write the name or initial of your husband in this. I made the lady write your initial, think you can find it?" you looked at him with a playful expression.

"Is that a challenge, love?"

"Well maybe" you shrug.

"Then I fucking accept it!" He gets on to search through the intricate patterns drawn on your hand but soon he realized it was hard than he thought as he frowned.

"Don’t worry baby you have the whole day, you’ll find it eventually I suppose" You snicker.

Later in the evening the sangeet ceremony took place and as expected you guys won the dance off. After all the elders and children were done having their dinner and retreated to their rooms, the younger lot of you as decided earlier had your own kind of mini bachelor’s party with everyone ending up drunk. The boys were dancing on to some peppy bollywood item number, later you and your girlfriends took the stage as the music continued to play.

Ae Yo, Ae Yo

Seene Se Laga Ke Baahon Mein

Mujhe Le Lo

Jaldi Hai Kaisi

I Like It Nice And Slow

Your body swayed sensually as the guys hollered and cheered you girls with a few whistles.

Meri Heart Beat Fast

Aur Sab Lage Mujhe Slo-mo

Mujhe Slow-mo

I Want You Right Now

I Need You Right Now Come

You stretched your hand pointing your finger directly to your boyfriend motioning him to get up and come to you. He obliged with a smirk plastered on his face and strided towards you.

Hassa Hassa Ke Gaya Fasa

Tu Toh Dil Mera

Nasha Nasha Tera Chadha Nasha

Jab Dekha Chehra Tera

Meri Life Mein Yun Kar Gaya Kyun

Har Din Love Wala Season Tu

What You Gonna Do?

Jo Main Keh Du

Meri Heart Beat Ka Reason Tu

His hands rested on your hips as he knelt down to ear and whispered

"You really do like it nice and slow don’t you love?" you elbowed him playfully.

‘‘Fuck off!!’’

‘‘Ow!’’ He groaned chuckling.

…….

It was your bestie's big day as you were getting ready for it putting on your saree.

"Tom can you help me with the pleats of my saree please"

"Sure darling" He squats down to gather the silky material of your saree, you smoothen the pleats as he holds them in place.

"Thanks hun" You tuck in the pleats inside your underskirt securing them with a pin.

"Anytime sweetheart" He stands up on his feet smiling.

You went on to do your makeup and were busy putting on your jhumkas when Tom’s eyes went to your reflection in the mirror. And boy he was mesmerised, you looked unearthly. He slowly walked to you resting his chin on your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist, the sweet scent of the jasmine flowers pinned to your hair intoxicating his senses.

"You look so gorgeous, darling."

"Well thank you, love. You look no less handsome either" And it was so true he actually looked like a snack in that designer kurta. You turned to face him gazing into his soft brown eyes. There was a certain kind of flicker in his eyes which you knew all too well though you were tempted to give in but attending your best friend’s wedding was also important so you brought your hands in front of his face and shook your bangles the jingling sound broke him out of his trance as he shook his head, blinking his eyes owlishly.

"Now who’s horny huh?" You teased.

"Shut up!" His face turned red all flustered.

"Aww it’s ok baby boy" You tease him even more.

"You’re so in for it later, Y/N" He warns playfully.

"Will see" You winked mischievously "Now c’mon let’s go" you walked out hand in hand towards the dias where the wedding nuptials were to be performed but had to stop on your tracks when you saw a group of aunties coming your way.

"Oh no! Aunties incoming just smile and greet them" You direct Tom warily.

"Do I need to touch their feet?" He asks nervously as you frown.

"No! That’s too much respect they deserve"

"Y/N how are you?" One of them asked. "You’ve grown so big! You remember me right?" Another lady badgered you with more questions.

"I’m fine, how are you all?" You gave a broad smile as you yourself were confused who the hell they are.

"Everything is going fine for us. So happy Y/F/N is finally going to happily settle in her life, so when is your turn huh?" You gave a tight lipped smile having no clue what to answer.

"You know my sister’s son is in the government sector, a really nice boy and earns a very handsome salary you know if you want-" you cut her off immediately.

"Umm aunty, meet my boyfriend Tom"

"Hello'' Tom greets them timidly.

"Oh hello-’’ she looked at him with a judgy face okay you kids enjoy then, let me see if anything is needed there or not"

"Yeah sure"

"What was she saying?" Tom asked curiously.

"Nothing just trying to set me up with one of her relative’s weird nerdy son"

"What the-!!"

"Relax she got her answer which is a clear no. Now let’s go and see the wedding" You went near the dais and observed all the rituals take place one by one. It was the time for walking around the fire for seven times as your best friend and her husband stood up and started revolving around the fire while you showered flowers on them along with everyone.

"Why are they circling around the fire?"

"It’s quite similar to exchanging vows you see, the bride and groom promise each other to be together for seven lifetimes with the sacred fire as witness" you explained, Tom nods his head in understanding when something went through his mind.

"Y/N let’s get married" Tom says out of nowhere taking you by surprise.

"What?" You chuckle lightly.

"I'm serious Y/N, let's just get married like right now. I mean everything is set, you are dressed no less than a bride and I’m looking handsome as hell and we have a priest right there"

"Ok Tom, I totally get what you’re saying. But honey, I don’t see a ring" you showed him your empty ring finger scrunching your face.

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make-me-imagine · 4 years

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💀 13 Days of Halloween: Day 8

Prompt: “Are you scared?”

Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Steve Rogers x G!NReader

Warnings: General Haunted house stuff; fake blood; clowns, etc.

Genre: Casual + Fluff Words: 1,391

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With a sharp intake of breath you tried not to be audible as the clown dressed actor ran away after jumping out at you. Natasha let out an annoyed sigh before smiling in enjoyment after being startled as well, Sam laughed, as Steve let out a breathy chuckle.

“I hate this” you muttered out “And I hate that I let you convince me to come” your comment was directed at Nat and Sam, who are the ones who practically forced you and Steve to come to the haunted house.

Steve looked at you with mild amusement and pity as he knew you hated being scared, well, at least, he now knew.

“Aw come on Y/N you have to admit this is pretty fu-AHH” Sam’s sentence was cut off as one of the actors came up from behind and scared him.

You turned in shock at his voice, letting a smile form on your face “Okay, I’ll admit, THAT, was fun”

Sam looked at you with mild disdain before you all continued on. After rounding a corner, you made your way through a foggy and cob-web ridden hallway, in which you could barely make out your path.

You were behind Steve, who decided to take point, knowing you didn’t want to be in front. Approaching the end of the hall, you had the choice of two separate halls. “Left or right?” Steve asked looking over his shoulder at you, you shrugged in response not really caring about anything but getting out.

Looking down each path for a second he spoke quietly “Left it is”

Turning to follow him, you were unaware of Nat stopping Sam and pulling him down the other hall. The second she did so, Sam knew why, so he followed her with a smirk. They had both been trying to convince one of you to admit your feelings for the other for months now. So, leaving you two alone in one of your least favorite situations might help push things along. They hoped.

As you wandered down the path, you had yet to realize that it was just the two of you now. Jumping when a woman dressed in torn and bloody clothing screamed, you gasped, instinctively getting closer to Steve for protection.

At the same time, Steve had turned at the sound, his own instinct being to block you with his arm protectively. Glancing down at you, he saw you looking down, somewhat hiding your face. His own heart was pounding but from the jump-scare, and at your closeness.

Turning down another hallway, it appeared eerily empty, as the walls were lined with chains and fake bloody hand prints. You knew someone or something was going to jump out at some point, but what you hated was that you didn’t know when. Seeing your hesitation Steve spoke quietly “Are you scared?”

You chucked slightly “I thought that was pretty obvious”

He smiled at your reply “Yeah, well, don’t worry I’m pretty sure we’re almost done, right Sam?” Steve turned to look behind him, hesitating.

Following Steve’s perplexed look, you turn as well, seeing that both Nat and Sam and gone “Son of a-” you muttered out “When did they disappear”

“My guess is at the split hallway, they must have gone right.”

You and Steve looked at each other, the thought crossing both your minds of whether or not they did it on purpose, both of you then looked down the hallway “I guess we’ll meet them at the end.”

You let out a small groan as Steve began down the hall, stopping and turning back, seeing your face he smiled lightly. Having an idea, his heart pounded at the possibility, but taking the chance, he reached out his hand, for you to take.

“It’ll be alright, we’re almost done”

Looking at his hand, your own heart began to pound a little harder than before, and now for a different reason. Reaching out, you took his hand, letting him pull you towards him. Bringing you to his side, you continued down the hall.

Usually, you would try not to focus on being this close to Steve, and instead, on your surroundings. But this time, you focused on him, and his presence, ignoring the creaking and creepy music playing around you.

As another scream sounded, you saw a man dressed as a clown pop out from the rafters above you, gasping you hid your head in Steve’s side, as you felt his arm wrap around you, his other hand still intertwined with yours “It’s alright, I got you” Steve smiled at the interaction. He hated that you were scared, but he had to admit he was enjoying being able to be this close to you.

“Are we there yet?” you muttered, face covered, trusting Steve to lead you on.

“I think so” he spoke quietly, instinctively rubbing his hand up and down your arm comfortingly just as a bunch of fog blew out of the wall with a loud woosh making you jump slightly.

“Just think about after this, we’ll go out, get some food and relax”

You were silent for a second, none of you had planned on going out after this, so this was Steve inviting you out. You spoke in a low voice “And hot chocolate?” you asked, head still buried against his shoulder.

He smiled “Yeah, and hot cocoa”

As you rounded yet another corner, two actors jumped out at once right in front of you, screaming. You let out a sudden short scream before groaning in frustration. Steve only held you tighter before speaking into your ear “I see the exit, we’re almost out”

Deciding to look up, you sighed in relief as you saw the exit, pulling away from Steve, he smiled as you began to move quickly for the exit, your hand still in his as you pulled him along.

Nat and Sam, who had exited a few moments earlier, looked towards the exit as you burst through, smiling as they saw you were pulling Steve out by his hand.

After officially exiting, you pulled your hand from Steve’s, though you regretted it instantly. Bending over you breathed out, trying to calm down, looking up at a familiar voice “See, you made it out fine!”

You glared at Sam before standing up straight “Never again.”

He chuckled lifting his hands up in surrender “Alright, never again!” he looked at Steve “How about you?”

Steve chuckled “I’d rather not”

Nat approached, looking at Steve “But you have to admit it had it’s high-points right?” she asked, a familiar mischievous smirk on her face.

Her comment and smirk confirmed for Steve that she definitely left you two alone on purpose, Steve chuckled shaking his head before glancing over at you as you berated Sam for is dumb idea “Yeah, it did”

Nat smirked as she turned away, walking past you and Sam she called out “I heard there was a haunted hay ride next week”

Sam perked up “ooh” he looked at you with a smile.

“No” you said immediately “Definitely not”

Sam laughed as he moved to follow Nat as you all made your way towards the parking lot “Come on, it’s not a haunted house!”

“You’re right, it’s worse!” you replied

Sam called back “What about you Steve? Maybe you can convince Y/n”

“I don’t know Sam, I prefer scary movies” Steve began to walk beside you.

Nat called back “Then how about a scary movie night? If you get scared Y/n, you can just hide under some covers, or under Steve” smirk evident in her voice as he spoke, she looked back over her shoulders with a smirk.

You opened your mouth to retaliate but stopped when a hand slipped into yours. Looking over at Steve he smiled at you, squeezing your hand a little as he spoke up “That doesn’t sound too bad to me”

Staring at him for a moment you smiled hoping he couldn’t tell how flushed you were in the dark evening “No, it doesn’t” you muttered.

“Good!” Sam laughed, not seeing what was happening behind him but getting the gist “Then movie night it is!”

As you continued towards the car, you leaned a little closer to Steve as his hand still held yours tightly. The action acting as a silent confession for both of you.

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ao3: “discord symphony” rating: T warnings: some remus typical stuff, pre DWIT, sympathetic remus, sympathetic deceit, intruloceit genre: fluff description: Remus writes a song.

"How's this?" Remus asks, from his position bent over Deceit's desk. They would have met in Logan's room, but the possibility of discovery was a bit too high and Logan wasn't quite ready to explain his relationship with the two Dark Sides, particularly when Thomas remained unaware of one of them. Deceit's room, it was, then.

Deceit lazily lifts his head, uncoiling from the warm spot on the bed.

"I remain all ears, my love," he says.

"As the others might say, 'lay it on me'," Logan contributes, propped up against the wall, his laptop open on bent knees. Remus grins, his smile a little too wide for his face.

"Adam and Eve bought knowledge, for the small price of a little sin," he sings. "They also lost eternal life, but what's fruit without the pits?"

"Apples don't have pits," Logan says, on autopilot. Remus shrugs.

"Say that when it actually happens," he advises. Deceit's eyes flick between the two and he wisely decides not to mention that nothing says it was an apple, to begin with. He remembers the devastating effect misusing 'infinitesimal' had on Logan. Besides, nothing says it wasn't an apple.

"I like it," Deceit chooses to say instead. "Very Biblical. Foreboding."

"Isn't it?" Remus asks happily. "I thought you'd like that, Double D."

"You need more than that, though," Deceit says. "Any more?"

"Working on it, working on it," Remus says, skating his pen through the air as he thinks. "I am the DUKE and it's high time that I dropped in!" He sings it as he writes it, scribbling it down as fast as he can to keep up with his own melody. "And since you haven't puked yet, we'll know they're wrong when they call you sick!"

"Not sure I understand that part," Deceit says, a slight frown touching his lips. "But if it sounds right to you, then go for it."

"I need something for my brother," Remus says, tapping his pen against his teeth. "What epitomizes dull and boring?"

"Unicorns and dragons," Deceit suggests. "That sums up Roman's creativity, wouldn't you say, Logan?"

"He does battle against the Dragon Witch often enough," Logan agrees. "And unicorns are probably a staple of his side of the Imagination."

"They are," Remus confirms with a grimace. "They don't even do anything. Just prance around and look pretty. Mine drink blood," he says proudly. "But could Roman appreciate that? Oh, no, all of a sudden, they're 'scary' and 'perverting the very idea of a unicorn.'" He makes quotation marks with his fingers, nearly poking himself in the eye with the pen.

"Well, I like them," Deceit says loyally.

"I got it!" Remus blurts. "It's unicorn horns and dragon tails, Roman's dull creativity. If you want the spectrum A to Z, then you'll need a little help from me!" He does a little shoulder shimmy in his seat, and Deceit grins. Remus continues, transcribing the words as they come. "From unicorn porn to rats impaled, I give these thoughts generously. If you really wanna challenge your viewership, then you need to stop limiting me!"

"I have a feeling that at some point soon in this, the others will want their say," Logan comments. "Perhaps it would be to your benefit to allow for that."

"Probably," Remus says cheerfully. "I'm good at ad libbing." He waves his pen airily. "Like a box of baby birds in a meat grinder!"

"That...does not really follow from the idea of ad libbing," Logan says. Remus shrugs.

"I dunno, I ad libbed it," he says, and snickers. Deceit can't help but snort at that, and a moment later, he catches Logan's lips twitching into a reluctant smile.

"All right, so assuming I can go into this, how's this?" Remus asks a few minutes later. "People don't like me much, Thomas, but that's only just 'cause I'm honest. Good and bad is all made up nonsense. Thomas, speaking of honesty, recently a snake offered me a morsel from the tree of knowledge." He stops, pointing the pen at Deceit. "That's your cue," he says.

"You wanted to be more honest, so have a good ol' heaping of Remus, the most honest Side in your mind," Deceit says, deadpan. Remus cackles.

"I like it!" He says.

"You want to be more honest and be direct dealing with your issues," Logan suggests. "No longer will you deceive yourself about the ugliness within you. Not that you're ugly, cephy," he hastens to reassure his boyfriend. Remus grins.

"I know what you mean," he says. "It's not like me popping up like a jack in the box at a funeral is gonna make him happy to see me."

"Somehow, I find it fitting that Logan is the one speaking for, presumably, myself," Deceit says, with a slight laugh.

"More ad libbing, I think," Remus mutters, the tip of his tongue caught between his teeth as he writes. "Ooh, how's this? You don't need to feel ashamed with your dear old Duke, you need not feign decency. Do you see this house on fire? I see it, too, 'cause you've got a fiend in me!"

"Nice word play," Deceit says, approving. Logan nods in agreement.

"I like it," he says. "I presume that's a reference to Toy Story?"

"Got it in one," Remus says, pointing the tip of his pen toward Logan. A yawn escapes him as he bends his head, staring at his work, and with a start, Deceit realizes it's nearly midnight.

"Come to bed," he coaxes. "You can finish your song in the morning."

"They plan to film in two days, though," Remus says, rocking back and forth. "I gotta be prepared."

"You will be," Deceit assures him. "I'll keep you on task tomorrow and I'm sure that Logan will, too, when he comes down here."

"Do you promise?" Remus asks. Deceit nods firmly.

"You've done more than enough for one night," Deceit says.

"It is important to sleep and refresh one's self," Logan adds. Swayed by both of his boyfriends, Remus sets his notebook down, capping his pen, and clambers into bed, settling to one side of Deceit and resting his chin on the top of Deceit's head.

"The day after tomorrow's gonna be big," Remus says, vibrating in his eagerness. Logan settles on Deceit's other side, reaching over with one arm and clasping Remus around the middle, briefly stilling him.

"Yes, it is," Deceit agrees. Remus smiles, wide and sharp.

"I can't wait," he says.

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luxe-pauvre · 3 years

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I was tagged by @thecynical-idealist to put my playlist on shuffle, list the first ten songs that come up with my favourite lyrics.

1. Feel Good Inc. by Gorillaz And all I wanna hear is the message beep My dreams, they got a kissing 'Cause I don't get sleep, no

2. One for the Road by Arctic Monkeys The cracks in blackout blinds cast patterns on the ceiling But you're feeling fine I thought it was dark outside I thought it was dark outside

3. Royals by Lorde Let me be your ruler (ruler) You can call me queen Bee And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule Let me live that fantasy

4. Weaker Girl by Banks I let you go Tell 'em you were mad about the way I grew strong Oh, nah, nah I think you need a weaker girl 'Cause I'ma need a bad motherfucker like

5. Down By the Water (Hurts Remix) by The Drums Everybody’s gotta feel something I just wanna be with you, you my dear I know its hard, I know its hard I know its hard to be in this position

6. I Need the Night by London Grammar There's a whisper that our God is a she She sits on high over the land and the sea Her breast is heavy in a brand new world Tell your grandmother and your boys and your girls She's got a brand nеw favourite Tell all the shrinks and hatеrs Give her a dream and she will give you her word

7. Take Me To Church by Hozier My lover's got humor She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshiped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She's the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week

8. Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God) [Remix] by Kate Bush You don't want to hurt me But see how deep the bullet lies Unaware I'm tearing you asunder Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts Is there so much hate for the ones we love? Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

9. Dancing On My Own by Robyn I'm just gonna dance all night I'm all messed up, I'm so outta line Stilettos and broken bottles I'm spinning around in circles

10. Silk by Wolf Alice Got to stay cool, you hot, hot head Count to a thousand before you sleep in bed Read the news, pass the time Drink the juice, feeling fine

I tag: @thecrownedgoddess, @c-erudio, @semperfeminae, @flaubertian.

#Music tags really do it for me.#tags #music

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hailhydra920 · 3 years

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Royally Matched Pt. 9

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Matchmaker!Reader Royal AU

Summary: Sam being Sam. Coronation time. Butterflies.

Warnings: None

A/n: Guys the series is almost over! Oh my gosh! Just a chapter or two left.

Part 9

“Y/n!” Bucky called jogging after you.

You turned toward the prince as he came toward you.

“I, uh, wanted to know if you wanted to go for a ride with Me, Amy, and Steve.” Bucky said nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“Thanks, but I’m sure Dot would love to join you. Sam and I—"

“Sam? What are you doing with Sam?” Bucky said with a displeased look.

“He wanted to take me for a ride in his carriage around town before dinner. I don’t see why you would care; you have Dot.”

“Well, yeah, but—”

“Y/n! There you are! You coming?” Sam asked from one of the doors.

“Yup! One sec!” You called before looking at Bucky. “Have fun. Tell Amy to be careful.”

Bucky shoved his hands in his pockets. “I, um, I will. See you at dinner tonight I guess.”

“See ya.” You said before jogging to catch up with Sam.

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“Where’s Y/n?” Steve asked saddling a horse as Bucky walked up.

“She’s with Sam.” Bucky grumbled.

“Is that jealousy I hear?” Steve joked as Bucky shot him a glare.

“No, just mad she chose him over me.”

“That’s jealousy.” Steve confirmed. “Do tell me again why you chose Dot over Y/n.”

Bucky huffed as he tightened his saddle. “Not now Steve. And Dot’s not that bad.”

Steve looked at his friend with disappointment. “Right, I must have missed all the times she was pleasant. She’s trouble, Buck. And her painting skills aren’t exactly praiseworthy.”

“Well, not everyone can be a professional like you, Steve. Wait? You saw that?”

Steve nodded with a grimace. “I would try to be nice, but it was horrible. Sorry, pal. I think you might need to rethink your life choices.”

“Let’s just get on with our horse ride. You ready Amy?” Bucky asked turning to the little girl that just rounded the corner.

“Yup!” She said with a huge smile.

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“So, what’s the deal with you and Bucky?” Sam asked as you slowly rode through town.

“N-nothing. What makes you say we have something?” You said nervously.

Sam deadpanned and sighed. “That man is head over heels for you. My question is why he is with that Dot woman.”

“Bucky is not head over heels for me. And he’s with Dot because I matched them together.”

“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? That would save you a whole lot of trouble. And don’t you dare start telling me that you’re not good enough, because you are. You are Y/n the Beautiful.”

“Well, thank you, Sam.” You said as he smiled. “I’m glad someone thinks I’m beautiful.”

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“Over here!” Sam called as you walked into the dining room. “Come sit by me.”

You walked over to Sam and sat by him, unaware that Bucky’s eyes were following you.

“Hi, Sam. Nat is on another date with Bruce, so I’m glad I’m not going to be alone.”

“Don’t think you would be alone even if I was gone. I think princey boy is staring you down.” Sam chuckled turning your head.

You saw Bucky staring at you, a frown settled on his lips. You stared back at him for a little bit before he turned away to talk to Steve.

“I’m just going to say that that was a little creepy.” You said as Sam nodded.

“I think he’s jealous. I’m loving this actually. I wonder what would happen if I put my arm around your shoulders.” Sam said slinging his arm lazily around you.

You both watched as Bucky’s smiling face came to a stop on both of you. His face turned into an all out murder stare.

“He’s so jealous!” Sam laughed. “This is kinda fun. Can I do this the entire night?”

“As much as he deserves it, leave the man alone.” You playfully scolded Sam.

“Oh alright.” Sam pouted crossing his arms. “It was fun while it lasted. Ooh, look! They’re bringing out the food!”

You rolled your eyes and laughed at the man beside you. “You’re such a dork.”

~~~~~~~

Dinner went well, and you wished Sam a goodnight before going to your room and collapsing on your mattress. Tomorrow was the coronation, and your stomach twisted at the thought of Dot becoming queen. Oh well, it was Bucky’s choice. Your eyes began to water. You loved Bucky, and it hurt to see him so enamored by another woman. Clutching your pillow close you cried into it.

“Gosh dang it heart! Why must you be this way?!” You sobbed, tears soaking your pillow.

~~~~~~~

The castle was buzzing with activity. Bucky was finally becoming king today, and today was your last day in the kingdom. You had hardly seen any of Bucky today. He was swamped with pictures and the press for his coronation, but it was probably for the best. You had been packing a good deal of the day, happy to go back home, but sad because the man you loved would be left here.

Grabbing the box off your desk, you opened it, tears filling your eyes. If Bucky couldn’t feel butterflies with you, then you could support his love of Dot. You lightly jogged down the stairs, clutching the box close. You kept a lookout for Damien, you needed him to deliver the gift to Dot. Bucky saw you walking down the stairs and smiled.

“Y/n, haven’t seen you all day.” He said before taking in your appearance. “You’re not ready.”

You looked at your t-shirt and jeans. “Oh yeah. I should probably do that. Hey, you look kingly.”

Bucky laughed. “Not sure if that’s a word but thank you. My hair is good?”

“You look fine Bucky. I, uh, gotta go get ready.” You lied, your eyes darting to the floor.

“See you in a little bit then.” He said with a wave before walking away.

You sighed. Then Damien caught your eye. “Damien!”

The man walked toward you, a frown on his features. “You’re not ready.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Can you give this to Dot? I want her to wear it for the coronation.” You shrugged handing him the box.

“Of course. Anything else?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

“Please don’t tell Bucky, but I’m leaving.”

“Why?”

“I’m sorry Damien, I just…please give that to Dot.” You spoke quietly before running up the stairs.

On your way to your room, you bumped into Sam.

“Whoa there!” He chuckled before taking in your current state. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.” You mumbled wiping your eyes.

“It’s obviously something if it’s got you crying.” Sam refuted, his face full of concern. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Everything. It seems like nothing is going right. I-I just need to go back home. I’m leaving Sam. Please don’t tell anyone. It’s for the best.”

Sam sighed before hugging you. “I won’t. Just be careful, okay? Wouldn’t want my favorite person to end up somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be.”

You laughed through tears. “Thanks Sam. Y-you’re a good friend.”

“Probably the best.” Sam joked. “But seriously, stay safe.”

“I will.”

~~~~~~~

Bucky’s blue eyes darted around frantically. Where were you? You weren’t among the dancing couples or by the food, most of which Sam was hogging by the way. He tugged the collar of his shirt, desperately trying to cool down his frantic state. Dot noticed Bucky’s nervousness as soon as she walked in. She thought Bucky was looking for her, but could tell he hadn’t even noticed she walked in.

“Hey Jamie.” Dot said causing Bucky to jump.

“Hey Dot, I—where did you get that?” Bucky questioned as soon as his eyes landed on the golden butterflies that were pinned to the shoulder of her dress.

“Y/n gave it to me. Isn’t that sweet?” Dot gushed batting her eyelashes.

Butterflies. Bucky thought. Freaking butterflies.

Bucky suddenly felt really bad. His eyes darted around the room, but no such luck. You weren’t there. His heart sank. I’m an idiot!

Meanwhile the king watched his son. The king had seen many things in his life, but golly, his son could be an idiot at times. He turned to Nat who was currently sipping her wine.

“Where is she?” The king asked.

Nat looked away. “I—”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“She’s at the airport. She didn’t want anyone to know.”

“Must I do everything myself?” The king said standing up.

“Where are you going?” Nat asked with wide eyes.

“To go get that woman from the airport and get my son to tell her how he feels. I feel like they both need their happy ending. Don’t you?”

Permanent Taglist: @sleep-i-ness

Royally Matched Taglist: @supraveng @all-art-is-quite-useless @bestofbucky @tonystankschild @emmabarnes @tiziswiat

A/n: names with strikethrough won’t let me tag.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes #royal au #Royally Matched Masterlist #prince bucky

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marvelmadam08 · 4 years

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Baby Blues 4/?

Summary: An unexpected visit from her mother makes Alex second guess some things.

Warnings: None

A/N: Tagging for upcoming chapters of Baby Blues is now open! Leave a comment of message me if you’d like to be tagged in future chapters.

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3 Weeks Old

Alex couldn't remember the last time she put a comb to her hair, but judging by the amount of shedding and knots she had to detangle, it was long overdue. She barely even recognized herself in the mirror when she stood in front of the mirror. Her hair remained in the same two braids, the bags under her eyes were big enough to hide all of America's most wanted criminals. And she didn't even want to think about what she looked like naked. She'd started wearing Chris's sweatshirts, and her over sized t-shirts around the house, the extra fabric hiding her post-baby figure.

Although Alex knew a snap back body didn't happen to new mom, she still held out hope that the "Mom-ba" (A Zumba class for pregnant and new moms) would've at least shaped her butt a little more.

"Hey." Chris greeted upon entering the room, he came over to kiss Alex on the cheek. He still reeked of the gym, his shirt stained with sweat and possibly baby spit up, or a spilled protein shake.

"Hi, looks like you had a nice workout." Alex watched her husband undress, pulling off his shirt first. A sight she use to swoon over, made her almost envious now.

Even when training for Captain America, Chris seems to able to eat whatever he wanted and still come out looking like- well a super solider. Alex and Scarlett, both on diets at the time, bonded over how unfair it was and how much they hated celery.

Chris caught Alex watching from the corner of his eye, she averted her stare down to her hands. Her nails were practically chewed down to the nub. He sauntered back over to her, a towel wrapped tight around his waist.

"Since Ace is down for his nap, you wanna join me?" He tilted his head towards the bathroom

"Can't- I'm not cleared for any strenuous activity yet." She kept her eyes down

"I know, we can just shower together." Chris bent down to leave a soft kiss on the base of Alex's neck "Completely innocent."

"Not in your vocabulary Evans." Alex pulled away "I'm gonna get started on dinner."

"Let's order in, relax a bit. I’m only here for a few more days, I wanna spend some time with my wife.” he pouts, he looked like Ace when he pouts

Chris started to kiss down the side of Alex's face and back to her neck.

"Chris." She playfully swatted at him, and pushed him back. "Go shower."

"Fine, I'll take a shower." He gave her one final kiss on the cheek followed by a smack on her ass.

Alex rolled her eyes, almost half a mind to actually take him up on the not so innocent offer. Chris was always extra affectionate before he had to leave, not that she minded. Being apart from each other sucked, limited to talking and sharing personal moments through video calls and texts. But she'd be lying if she didn't get a warm feeling in her stomach the whenever she woke up and Chris was still on the phone. That's how they communicated around the house now, at least if Alexander was asleep and they weren't right next to each other. He's such a light sleeper, and once he was finally down Alex worked overtime to make sure he stayed asleep. Going as far as putting a sign on the door saying "Sleeping newborn: ring this doorbell and get hit with a used diaper."

So when the doorbell rang, followed by knocking, Alex hissed at whoever it was before she even opened the door. However, she wasn't expecting her mother, who lived in Port St. Lucie, to be standing on the other side, with a bright smile and two suitcases.

Ma?" Alex gawked "What are you doing here?"

Her mother stepped inside and wrapped her arms around Alex.

"I'm sorry, I read the sign after I rung the doorbell. Is he sleeping right now? I wanna see my grandson so bad." She whispered

"Yeah, he's asleep. Ma, no offense, but what are you doing here? Why do you have suitcases? Is everything okay? Where's Dad?"

"Oh yes, everything is fine, your Dad is fine. I just came by to help out with Alexander."

Alex watched her mother roll her bags inside, still processing the information.

"B-but I didn't call you."

Alex's mother pursed her lips "I know. Sweetie, you never ask for help. You always try to do things on your own. So when Chris called me-"

"Chris called you?"

"Don't be upset."

Alex felt her teeth press down on her tongue, the words she wanted to say, not meant for her mother.

"Excuse me for a second?" Alex was already storming back to her room before her mother could open her mouth.

Chris hummed in the shower, unaware of his wife coming in until she ran the hot water in the sink.

"Ah, cold cold!" He flinched away from the water "Alex?"

"Did you call my Mom?"

Chris slid the shower door back. "What?"

"You called my Mom."

"Al-"

"Chris, I told you that Ace and I would be fine. Did you really believe that I couldn't be left alone with him without breaking down? Do you think I'm a bad mom or something?"

"What? No, of course not." Chris turned off the water and reached for his towel. "I just saw how much you were doing, and I didn't want you stressed the entire time I was gone."

"I appreciate that, but calling my mom to babysit me? You didn't even give me a chance."

Chris started to say something when Ace cried out. Alex immediately left for the nursery, by the time she got there her mother was cradling Ace, entertaining him with baby talk.

"Who's the cutest baby in the world? Alexander is, yes he is." She smiled "Do you know who I am? I'm your Nana. Say Nana, Na-na. I'm gonna spoil you so much, and if your Mama gives you any trouble just tell me."

"I don't believe this, my mother is plotting to go behind my back with my son." Alex jokingly accused "Renee King, I have half a mind to tell your mother."

Renee snorts "Good luck with that. You didn't have to come rushing in, I got him."

"I don't doubt that, but he normally doesn't wake up so soon from a nap." Alex failed to suppress the yawn from herself

"Aw does my baby need a nap too?" Renee teased

"No, I actually need to go started dinner."

"Okay, go, I can watch the sweetest baby in the universe." She tickled Ace's tummy "Who's Nana's little man? You are."

Dinner was, to say the least, awkward. Alex had forgotten to take the meat out the freezer, so they had no choice but to order in. Chris and Renee carried on most of the conversations, since Alex was giving Chris the cold shoulder for the time being. She knew it wouldn't last too long, neither of them would be able to live with themselves, if they weren't on speaking terms before Chris left, it was a rule they had. The only time they ever did, it was almost three years ago.

Alex couldn't even remember what they were arguing about in the first place, a comment said during an interview, maybe an ex, or their busy work schedules, who knows at this point. But they hadn't talked for two days before she had to leave for a press tour. On her way to the airport some idiot sped through a red light at an intersection, crashing into the car Alex was in. Chris never left her side, even after she was cleared to go home from the hospital.

Once the kitchen was cleaned, and Ace went down, Alex had to admit to herself how much easier it was having her mom help out. So she knew her petty, silent treatment with Chris wouldn’t last too much longer.

He was packing up a suitcase when Alex made her way to their bedroom. Alex started refolding the clothes he already had in the suitcase, Chris always half folded when he packed.

“You were right. Having my mom here does help me out a bit.”

“I still should’ve asked you before I called her.” Chris threw in pair of jeans “You know I don’t think you’re a bad mom.”

“I know.” She started to refold the jeans when Chris tilted her face up towards him.

“I mean that Al, you’re doing amazing.”

She tightly wrapped her arms around Chris’s waist “Thank you baby. That means a lot, and you’re doing great too.”

Alex stood on her toes to give him a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Chris pressed his lips to hers again, her fingernails softly scratched at the back of his head. “When do you get cleared for strenuous activity?”

“Not for another few weeks.” she sighed “But you’ll be back by then.”

“How about we go out to dinner once I get back?”

Alex dramatically gasped “Outside? Like with other adults?”

“And food we don’t have to cook ourselves.”

“Ooh, I knew I married you for a reason.”

#Chris Evans #black reader #chris evans x black ofc #babyblues #marvel #fanfic #Defending Jacob #Sebastian Stan #Bucky Barnes #captain america

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atmilliways · 3 years

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On the 6th day of Dethmas this writer gives to thee…

Dec 18 - Crossover with your favorite holiday movie

An AU in which Dethklok is perhaps a little less of a ubiquitous presence in the music industry, but still big enough to have Dethklok Inc. and Dethklok Australia. Seth still runs the latter with his wife Amber and their son.

When Abigail takes a vacation to the Land Down Under, she ends up dating the most amazing woman she’s ever met and staying longer than expected. Amber invites her to come back to the states with her to her husband’s parents’ house for Christmas, so they can spend the holidays together. The only catch? It turns out that Seth hasn’t told his parents about the open marriage like Amber thought he had, so Abigail has to play the “friend” around Amber’s in-laws.

Chapter 1 of ?

Right now, my favorite movie is Happiest Season (2020) and the main character in that is named Abby, so this happened. Instead of the girlfriend needing to come out to her conservative parents, Seth needs to come out to his parents about being in an open marriage and tell them that Amber has a girlfriend.

I highly recommend this movie (if you do not have any squicks about The Fear that comes before coming out, but to be fair the movie handles it very well)! Directed by Clea DuVall, contains Kristen Stewart and Daniel Levy.

Happiest Seasonklok

It had been a whirlwind year for Abigail, starting with a New Year’s party she’d attended on a whim and, at the stroke of midnight, kissing the prettiest girl at the party and exchanged Instagram usernames to stay in touch. Within hours her feed had been flooded with selfies of the two of them, as well as a DM with a phone number and the message, Call me. xoxo Amber ;) From then on, they’d been practically inseparable.

Right away, Amber had been very upfront about having a husband and a kid. Abigail had hesitated over that one, but the kid wasn’t too bad and the husband. . . . Well, meeting him pretty much took care of that. Seth was the kind of guy who thought very highly of himself despite having little reason to do so; he absolutely adored Amber, and somehow managed to be completely unaware that she was in charge. As soon as he started gunning for a threesome Amber told him to cut it out, and he did. Never brought it up again, like the idea had just been highlighted and deleted. It was hard to be bothered about a guy like that.

Amber had taken her everywhere. What started as a one month vacation in Australia turned into three. Abigail’s new partner had Connections, and before she knew what was happening she had a work visa, a short term lease apartment, and producing jobs lined up left and right.

Everything had been wonderful, and while sunbathing in the Australian December rays and talking idly about the difference in seasons and the complete lack of snow, Amber had looked over with a grin, taken her hand, and asked her to come with them back to the States with her and her family to Seth’s parents for Christmas. And Abigail had said yes.

She regretted that now. Because halfway through the flight to Wisconsin on a generously appointed private jet, Seth had turned to Amber and said, “Hey, babe? You remember how I visited my parents for my mom’s birthday back in June and told them about our whole, y’know, open marriage deal?”

Amber turned slowly from playing with the baby and said, “Yeah?”

“Yeah, well, see, I kiiiiiinda didn’t tell them.”

Immediately Amber looked over at Abigail and mouthed, Crap, I’m sorry.

“‘Cause see, my dad’s runnin’ fer mayor of Tomahawk and there’s all this political bullshit about it, you know how it is. Anyway, it just didn’t seem like a good time, y’know? And there’s this big potential backer coming to the family Christmas party, so it didn’t really seem like the good time to bring that up before we get there . . . but I swear, babe, I’ll tell them as soon as Christmas is over.”

Amber rolled her eyes. “God, fine.”

A few minutes later Seth excused himself to use the bathroom—though it was pretty clear once he gestured for his bodyguard to follow him that he was mostly just using it as a convenient place to do drugs. Melmord followed with a look of friendly yet philosophical boredom, patting his pockets in search of whatever they were skulking off to snort, swallow, or smoke.

Abigail was at Amber’s elbow in a second. “Fine? Are you kidding me?”

“Look,” Amber sighed, “Molly and Calvert are fine. I married their golden boy who they think can do no wrong.” Seeing Abigail gearing up to comment on that, she shook her head. “Don’t ask me why they think that. Honestly their other son, Pickles, is way more successful and definitely the reason Seth got the Dethklok Australia job, but there’s this whole truckload of family history there, it’s a big thing. I don’t like that Seth hasn’t told them yet either, but I’d really rather not put up with bitchy in-laws all Christmas . . . so at this point, it’s better for everyone and just wait.”

“What makes you think Seth is going to tell them after Christmas?” Abigail demanded.

Amber laughed. “Honey please. I’ll make sure he does it, don’t worry about that. But are you going to be okay with this for just a few days?”

Crossing her arms with a huff, Abigail kissed her on the cheek as an answer and sank into an adjacent seat. “I don’t like that he waited until we’re practically there to tell us.”

The baby reached up from the playmat spread out on the floor and patted her knee. “Abi biccy!”

Amber ruffled her child’s tuft of dark red hair. “That’s right, Abi needs a cheer-up biscuit.”

“Choccy,” the baby insisted, and flashed a beatific smile that featured exactly one tooth.

“Ooh, a chocolate biscuit.” Amber winked at her girlfriend. “Aren’t you the favorite today.”

It wasn’t long before the plane began its descent into a town so small that Abigail was surprised they even had a runway. (She wouldn’t have been surprised if Seth had paid for it and then claimed it as a business expense, though.) A limo drove them through snowy fields with the occasional distant shape of houses. Eventually the house-to-snowy-landscape ratio increased until they were in something vaguely resembling suburbs. When they pulled to a stop in front of one house in particular, Seth bounced out of the car with a shout of, “Hey, Mom and Dad, it’s me, Seth! We’re here!”

Abigail hung back, watching Amber go ahead with the baby in one hip while she stood by the trunk of the limo, waiting for Melmord to uncover her single bag while he pulled suitcase after suitcase out and stacked it on a folding trolley.

“Can you fill me in on what to expect here?” she asked while she waited. She didn’t know Melmord particularly well, beyond the fact that that he sounded like a pack a day sort of guy, but she didn’t get the vibe from him that he would bother to either lie or put any particular spin on things.

Melmord shrugged. “Seth can do no wrong, his bro Pickles can do no right, and I’m pretty sure Seth’s parents think your an orphan he’s helping out for charity.”

“Uh. . . . Why?”

Melmord shrugged. “Because that’s what he told them. Don’t,” he added quickly, catching the look on her face, “say you could just kill him for it. I’m contractually obligated to physically attack the source of any threats. Just roll with it, if you try to correct them they’ll just say shit like, ‘Oh, you’re so brave.’” He held out her bag. “Order’s up, in you go.”

Amber took it with a sigh, already regretting the decision to tag along.

It was going to be a long, long weekend.

#metalocalypse #metalocalypse au #12 days of dethmas #ambergail #abigail remeltindtdrinc #amber (metalocalypse)#seth (metalocalypse)#seth's offspring (metalocalypse)#mtl spoof on Happiest Season (2020)

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crazy4myself · 4 years

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A list of Halsey lyric’s that should be writing prompts:

Manic Era

It’s funny how, the warning signs can feel like the butterflies

And if only, the time and space between us wasn't lonely

If I could make you love me Maybe you could make me love me And if I can't make you love me Then I'll just hate everybody

I'd like to tell you that my sky's not blue, it's violent rain

Left my shoes in the street so you'd carry me Through a breakdown or a blackout

No, you're not half the man you think that you are And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs, and cars

Cause you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you

I spent a long time substituting honest with sarcastic And I cursed my tongue for being mean

'Cause I could never hold a perfect thing and not demolish it

I don’t even remember anything but thinkin' you're the one. And I can force a future like it's nothing

I know that it's unfair of me To make a memory out of a feelin'

I know it's complicated 'Cause everyone that I've dated says they hate it 'Cause they don't know what to do with me,

I need it digital 'cause, baby, when it's physical I end up alone

And then I got you off your knees Put you right back on your feet Just so you could take advantage of me

Tell me, how's it feel sittin' up there? Feelin' so high, but too far away to hold me

Lost the love of my life to an ivory powder But then I realize that I'm no higher power

I wasn't in love then, and I'm still not now And I'm so happy I figured that out

Think my moral compass is on a vacation And I can't believe I still feed my fucking temptation I'm still looking for my salvation

The dawn before sunrise is darker than anything But never forget the stars you hope for only appear in the dark- Suga

Nightmare (and EOM) Era

No, I won't smile, but I'll show you my teeth

I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be

Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware But I'd rather be a real nightmare, than die unaware, yeah

Know you fucking love it on the low And you don't have to say I'm crazy 'Cause I know nothing's changed

I'm pretty like a car crash Ugly as a lullaby

(I’m) Seen not heard is what they told me

Too pretty to be feeling lonely

So hopeless but I'm still romantic

Hopeless Fountin Kingdom Era

And now I can't stop thinking that I can't stop thinking That I almost gave you everything And now the whole thing's finished and I can't stop wishing That I never gave you anything

Would've gave it all for you, cared for you So tell me where I went wrong

I'm breathing down your neck, your body screaming And you thought that you were the boss tonight, but I can put up one good fight

We've been through it all But you could never spit it out for me Tryna talk to a wall But you could never tear it down for me, yeah

But I still know your birthday, and your mother's favorite song (okay I’m going to stop right here and say the entier song Sorry is one big heart- broken writing prompt, but for some reason the inimency in this lyric hurts extra bad)

All I'm sayin' is if you don't love me no more, then lie

But I scream too loud when I speak my mind

'Cause you know the good die young, but so did this And so it must be better than I think it is

Badlands Era

Now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it. Already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it.

My demons are begging me to open up my mouth I need them. Mechanically make the words come out

All we do is drive All we do is think about the feelings that we hide All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign

Everything is gray His hair, his smoke, his dreams And now he's so devoid of color He don't know what it means

The classic: You were red, and you liked me because I was blue But you touched me, and suddenly I was a lilac sky Then you decided purple just wasn't for you

I found god,I found him in a lover When his hair falls in his face, and his hands so cold they shake

Cause I've done some things that I can't speak And I've tried to wash you away, but you just won't leave

I paced around for hours on empty I jumped at the slightest of sounds And I couldn't stand the person inside me I turned all the mirrors around

I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my bed They beg me to write them so they'll never die when I'm dead And I've grown familiar with villains that live in my head They beg me to write them so I'll never die when I'm dead

He says, "Ooh, baby girl, don't get cut on my edges I'm the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs And if you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight"

I don't like them innocent, I don't want no face fresh Want them wearing leather, begging, let me be your taste test I like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies Kiss me in the corridor, but quick to tell me goodbye

Note: Okay so this is something new for me. These are obviously not dioluge prompts or word-for-word prompts. They’re very much mood builders. I love all of Halsey’s writing I think she convays emotion and connects her music beautifully. However, a lot of these are on the angstier side, and I don’t think I could do the justice, so I’m sharing them in the world hoping you’ll do a little of it form me. Please add any of your own if you think of them, or tag/DM me if this helped inspier any of your writing I would love to read it. :)

#writing prompts #halsey #manic #nightmare #hopeless fountin kingdom #badlands #lyric writing prompts #writing inspo #writers block

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queenofthelanternfish · 4 years

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Disclaimer: hopefully tumblr will be kind to the dirty bad fun fic and actually show up in the tags for my bae @anesther. She spent a long ass time on this and deserves praise for her oscar worthy smut.

AN: why tumblr. anyway, gonna post this one to my girlfriend’s because, frankly, this took most of my day to get to and write out and I’m tired of tumblr gobbling up my posts pffft.

Title: Interfaces

Characters: Entrapta, Hordak

Pairing: Entrapdak

Rating: M (for smut, duh)

For the love of all gods, AO3 is best to check out.

Experiment

“How’s the armor?” Entrapta asks, shuffling over. “Has it been having problems like before?”

Hordak looks at her, “No. It’s been more than exceptional.”

Entrapta grins, “That’s great! I’ve been monitoring it, and it seems as though this is the longest it’s gone without a complication.”

“Have you now?” Hordak asks, glancing at her over his shoulder, smiling lightly.

“You’ve been monitoring me, then?”

“Of course, silly! How else will I be able to keep track of what the armor needs fixed?”

Nodding, Hordak returns to his work. Entrapta settles herself on a perch of hair, lacing her fingers together and propping her chin on them.

Hordak glances at her, “Is there anything else?”

“Oh, no! Don’t mind me. I’m observing the armor’s capabilities.”

His gaze rests on the table while hers remains on him.

Entrapta has never really stopped to look at Hordak before.

Everything about him is so much sharper than she gave notice to. She remarked his features and appearance the week they started to work together, but he seems different. He tilts his head to the side, and her eyes slide to the crook of his neck. Blue-grey skin clashes with white, the anomalies of his skin hidden beneath the armor and sleeveless attire he wears under that. That doesn’t eliminate the fact his neck is surprisingly interesting.

His expression stern, it softens as the minutes pass. He enters a state of mind that is almost tranquil, not concerning himself with anything except his inventions. Learning about his heritage, and the rage she knows is in him, these are the moments a youthfulness comes to his face.

She tilts her head, brows furrowing together. She should get back to work, but he’s being… fascinating. He is every day, yet her thoughts fixate on knowing about him for now. A dark strand of hair falls in front of his forehead. He blows it away to the side, hands occupied.

Entrapta kisses his cheek, startling him. He looks at her with wide eyes, stunned.

Holding up her hands, she backs away an inch, an apologetic grin on her face, “Sorry! I just wanted to know what that would be like…”

Recovering from surprise, Hordak clears his throat, “You wanted to know… what?”

“What it’d be like to kiss someone.”

Hordak stares at her, gaze flickering over her features. “Well, I don’t think… a, uh, kiss, can tell you much by just doing it on the cheek.”

“What should it be, then?”

Hordak turns in his seat, looking down at her expectant face. His eyes flicker to her mouth.

Entrapta’s expression is neutral, not betraying the rapid beating in her chest.

Leaning forward, Hordak breathes in. Unsure of what to do, his hands lift to her face. Hesitating. It was one thing to observe her as she slept, but another to have her be in front of him. It was always easier to look at her when she was unaware of it.

“It’s okay,” Entrapta says, tone low. She can’t help but be curious. There’s been a lot of time spent together, and, on occasion, she would wonder what this sort of interaction was like. It was a general thought, akin to musing over hypotheticals that were interesting in the theory of it. But as time went on, her ideas shifted away from staying only a hypothesis. And it went from general imagery to Hordak.

They were both friends, and she figured having him help her understand would make sense. He is her lab partner, after all.

He cups her face, thumbs brushing the curve of cheekbone, fingers brushing the tips of her ears. Bending low, Hordak feels her breath tickle his chin. He grazes her mouth with his own, light and chaste. The skin contact sending shivers down his spine, surprised by how warm her lips were.

Entrapta’s heart skips a beat, marveling at the gentle motion. Exhaling, she attempts to stay still. She didn’t want to interrupt this experiment they were doing. His eyes glow brighter when they’re up close.

Hordak stares at her, trying to keep his breathing even.

“Maybe if we close our eyes?” she suggests.

He nods. Hordak keeps his open as he bends down, her own softly closed. He shuts them only when he pushes their mouths together again. His fingers slide behind the back of her skull, fragile skin and bone possessing the brightest mind he’s ever known.

Thinking this, a hand trails down her neck. She shudders against him, gasping. Her body shifts closer, propping herself carefully onto her hair, her hands place themselves on his shoulders.

Entrapta knows there’s more to it, from what she recollects seeing. She opens her mouth, slipping her tongue past razored teeth.

Hordak pulls back, shocked; he maintains his hold of her, however.

“Was that too much?” Entrapta asks. “I’ve seen people do that.”

“When?”

“When I would watch couples from a distance.”

He raises a brow, confused, “You would watch couples from afar?”

“I wanted to know what osculation was and observation is the best mode of it.”

“I do not disagree,” Hordak replies. He draws near again, “We should attempt that...”

“Right…” she breathes, mouth parting.

Hordak’s hands wrap tight around her as she initiates the kiss, her tongue tentatively delving in. This isn’t something his species is designed to do—or rather, a clone is supposed to do. Her body is soft and warm. Her breathing quickens against his mouth, sensing her limbs wrap around his shoulders. Fingers touch the sides of his head, threading through his hair. A pleasant tremor runs up his body, and he holds her even closer, so that she’s arching into him.

She moans.

His thoughts freeze for the smallest fragment of a second.

Then he’s focused on heat and sound.

Entrapta’s arms tighten around him, pulling back for quick catches of air. Hordak moves her away from her seat, placing her on the table’s edge, pushing aside the contents laid there. She doesn’t resist, enthralled by this change. He ensnares her mouth with ferocity that leaves her panting, mind spinning. Pressing into her, his hands slip down the side of her frame. Nails scathe the side of her waist, causing her to grip the back of his neck with such force, he falls on top of her.

Propped up by his hands, careful not to crush her, he takes this moment to trail kisses along her jaw. Sighing beneath him, his mouth continues its course, gliding along her throat. She doesn’t protest, gliding the tips of her gloved fingers down smooth, cool metal. They lightly thump over the wires behind him, until she settles them on either side of his pelvis.

He keeps tracing down, nipping at narrow patches of exposed skin. She emits another gasp, her legs wrapping around him.

Without thought, he grinds his hips against hers.

Her squeal is muffled by his mouth, cheeks flushed. His teeth drag across her lower lip, bruising tender skin. Groaning, she raises her hips to meet his. She’s researched this before, but to actually feel something rub against her clit is so different from merely reading it. Mesmerized, her hair glides around them, guiding him to dig down more, press harder, faster.

She jerks in place, fingers clutching at the armor, a small cry of shock leaving her lips, deep moans following after. He isn’t sure of what’s happening, but a growl forms in the center of his chest. His hands clasp around her wrists, pinning them down, tips of her knuckles tipping over the ledge.

Kissing him on the mouth, locks of purple bind his wrists and legs in turn, keeping them in place. She wiggles her fingers, and he releases her, a silent command. Her hands slide down his chest, eyes barely registering the gem glinting. The back of her hand grazes the outside of his thigh, fingers bolder as they slip up and down the inside of it. She isn’t sure who spread his legs—himself or her—but they move apart, and her knuckles skim the underside of his cock, erect and ooh what if she did this—

A hiss escapes gritted teeth, reacting by biting her shoulder. Entrapta’s fingers don't stop, demanding he continue to move. The rough texture of her gloves leaves him incapable of doing much else, except thrust his hips forward. Her brazen nature is intoxicating, her legs keeping themselves tightly wound about his torso. The intensity of it is unlike anything he’s felt before. He’s locked in limb, thought and heart, burning.

“Hordak…”

His ears twitch at the sound, the tone. The complete deference and trust in her voice.

He withdraws, her scent in his thoughts, “Entrapta… is this part of kissing?”

“I think so,” Entrapta murmurs, brushing back his hair. “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” he says, a little too quickly. “I’m simply… not sure of what follows.”

“I know what does, but maybe it’s too soon? I’ve heard that it can take a long time to reach this stage, and for some it takes no time at all.”

“What?”

“Sex.”

Hordak raises his chin, “Ah.”

“Do you want to try it?”

He isn’t sure. It’s not something he has experience in.

Staring down at her, laying underneath him, lacking judgment in her expression, he feels his chest tighten. Tucking hair behind her ear, his thumb caresses soft skin.

“We don’t have to have sex.”

“I’m simply unsure of whether my body will give out or not,” Hordak half-lies.

Entrapta grins, “That’s okay! I can, as I’ve heard people say, ‘get you off.’”

“I don’t understand,” he says, blinking.

“I’ll show you,” Entrapta tells him. Sitting up, she shifts their position so he’s leaning against the table, and she’s back to being in the air.

Pushing aside the front of his outfit, Entrapta’s eyes widen at the member standing upright in front of her.

“Oh, wow… you’re not much different from Etherians in this aspect of your physiology.”

“...Is that a good thing?”

“Very much!” Entrapta answers, trailing her forefinger along the underside of his cock. It’s ridged there… At his shudder, she removes her gloves.

Her hands are so much better this way.

She starts with easy, slow motions. Despite her analytical nature, her cheeks brighten at the sight she’s given. Her hands slip up and down, and she remarks the precum dripping down its sides. She pumps faster, gazing up at his face. Head bowed, hands latching onto the table, Hordak’s breathing quickens. His gasps are broken apart by sighs, and when she adds the slightest pressure, he releases moans that she can say, both scientifically and personally, is the sexiest sound she’s ever heard.

His body, were it not for his defect, would imply a powerful, healthy specimen under the armor. Yet, she wouldn’t change him for anything.

His cock stiffens further in her hand as she slips her thumb around the head. Her face inches forward, mesmerized by the noises he’s making. Curious, she opens her mouth, and licks the tip of his cock.

Seizing in that spot, Hordak shuts his eyes.

“Did that bother you?” she questions.

“No… the opposite,” he murmurs.

Pleased with this, Entrapta continues to use her hands, occasionally licking up the shaft. She takes it one step further and places the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. She gazes up at him, making mental notes of his reactions, his every gesture. How he bites his lip when she sucks hard on it, or how his face turns gentle when plants kisses along its length.

Panting, Hordak feels his body continue to burn with indescribable heat. He looks at her through slitted eyes, expression intense. Her face is focused, as it normally is, yet there’s something there he doesn’t comprehend. It’s her usual look, but he sees an emotion flicker across her face when their gazes meet.

It’s when their eyes lock for another flash of a second that his body tenses. His fingers crush the edge of the table, metal crunching between them, as he comes into her mouth.

Entrapta, not expecting it, barely manages to stop from choking, her knowledge keeping her from botching it. Breathing out, saliva and come trailing away from her mouth, she swallows whatever went down already.

They look at each other. Red eyes gleaming at one another, bodies flushed and sweaty, the two of them let the moment be.

Suddenly, she beams at him, “Wow! That was amazing! I really didn’t know you had such similar responses to sexual stimulus like Etherians do.”

“I… suppose I do…” Hordak says, smoothing back his hair.

“That was so much fun! I wasn’t expecting to go in that direction when we began kissing, but it proved to be a very interesting experiment.”

Hordak lets out a shaky breath, unable to really think.

“Thank you, that was enlightening!” Entrapta says, eyes alight with purpose.

“You’re… welcome?” Hordak states. He watches her put on her gloves, realizing something. “Where’s your recorder?”

She smiles, “That was between you and me.”

Hordak sinks against the table, “Don’t you usually… record things?”

“I’m going to make some notes on this subject later in my room,” Entrapta explains. She comes up to him, kissing his lips. She does usually pride herself in being thorough with her research. But, as she pats his cheek, she’s glad she took a more private account for this. At least for now.

“Hold on,” he says. “I feel as though this was one-sided.”

“Oh, you can make it up to me later!”

Staring, mute, Hordak watches her leave. The thoughts in his head don’t regain their normalcy for hours afterward. His fingers tap the gem nestled into his armor, shining in its case.

#entrapdak #entrapta #hordak #spop #shera

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firebenderwolf · 4 years

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Bad Blood (Oscar/Spooky x Reader) Part 2

It has been a few days that you have been staying with Sad Eyes and Monique. You have been sleeping and staying in the spare bedroom. You began thinking about your old home, then hw that last deal went wrong, your dad’s face when you told him. The punches and the kicks. Your body began to ache in pain as you remember each kick to the stomach. Your thoughts scatter when you hear the open door knock and see Sad Eyes standing there. “Get ready.” “For?” “Santos party.” He says as he walks away and in comes Monique with a filled up basket. “So these clothes don’t fit me but I think they will fit you. Now let’s see maybe this black blouse with this short skirt?” Just then Sad eyes comes running back and stops at the door. “NO short skirts!” He says pointing to Monique, “Ay really?” Monique asks as Sad Eyes starts to walk away, “I’m serious Moni!” The yell comes from the living room as you and Monique look at each other and share a laugh of amusement.

Soon they are in Sad Eyes’s car driving to the place of the party. “Prima, remember Oscar?” Sad Eyes asks her as he looks at her through the rear side mirror. “Yeah? What about him?” She asks. “He was released from prison and is leader of Santos.” Monique answers from the passenger seat. “Oh joy.” Y/N says sarcastically when Sad Eyes pulls up to the house. “Stay close to me.” Sad Eyes says as all three get out. They walk towards the back of the house and soon all eyes on Y/N. Everyone watches Y/N as Monique grabs Y/N’s arm and guides her past everyone towards the back near the grill where Sad Eyes is talking to someone. “Ooh Sad Eyes, brought yourself a nice looking ruca.” This one man says getting close to Y/N as Sad Eyes immediately pushes the guy back and pulls Y/N. “Stay the fuck away from my prima, Joker.” Sad Eyes growls as everyone in the small group looks at him when a young voice yells out, “Y/N!”

Y/N turns to see Cesar Diaz running straight for her and he nearly tackles her with a huge bear hug. “Hey little Diaz.” Y/N laughs as Cesar hugs her tightly. “I missed you! So has Oscar!” Just then, a tall guy showed up behind Cesar and it actually terrified Y/N for a second. His shaved head, along with the Santos tattoo on his neck. Both Sad Eyes and Monique have Santos tattoos so she wasn’t scared of that. What made Y/N scared, was just how big and how strong he looked. “Hey Oscar, you remember Y/N?” Cesar joyfully asks turning to see the man. That was Oscar? She asks herself when she feels Monique’s arm around her. “How could I forget?” Oscar’s deep voice asked as Sad Eyes came up behind Y/N sensing some tension. ‘Sad Eyes, a word.” Oscar says as he and Sad Eyes walk away as Cesar pulls Y/N in another direction. “Come on Y/N. I want you to meet my friends.” He says pulling her towards a small group of teens

Meanwhile, Oscar and Sad Eyes get to the front where there are not that many people. “What is she doing here?” “She got kicked out. “ “And you believed her? You know that gang is cunning and smart.” Oscar says slowly. “Oscar, she came to Monique bleeding, bruised and sweaty. When I got there a few days later, she was still bruised and scratched up.” Sad Eyes said trying to reason. “Oscar, she lost a single stash of dope. They kicked her out over a single, small stash of dope.” Oscar looked at him and sighed, he knew how picky that whole gang was, he knew what they did to members who did something wrong. “Fine she can stay. She got Santos' protection.” Oscar says lighting a blunt as he smokes some before the two men head back into the party, unaware of the black and orange mustang watching them from the end of the street.

Y/N is currently sitting on a small bench listening to Cesar's friends argue, “But seriously girl, you look bomb!” The girl, Y/N learned her name was Jasmine, said. Y/N points to Monique, “All her.” She laughs and turns to Monique, “But seriously, doesn’t Sad trust his friends not to try and peak?” She asks Monique and then a beer is placed in front of her face, “I meant what I said.” Sad Eyes’ voice pops out as she looks up at him as she laughs and takes the beer from here. Everyone starts talking until the music dies down and the yard goes quiet as Y/N looks and sees three buff men walking towards the back along with another man, skinner than the buff men but still buff. “Shit.” Y/N whispers as Sad Eyes immediately gets in front of Y/N and Monique but Y/N makes sure to get in front of the young teens, she knows those men. She knows they don’t discriminate in killing. The men take a look around and quickly spot Y/n, who was behind Sad Eyes and Monique. “Gotcha.” The lead man says as Y/N gulps in fright.

Tagging:

@youare-mysonshine @spookysnena

#sad eyes on my block #on my block #oscar x reader #oscardiaz #spooky x reader #sad eyes #santos

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