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waltnut · 3 years

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Hey!! Do you have any more lore ideas of the demon bros in their level 3/4 states? Your last post was really interesting!! :)

I do have some that’s kinda dark? Maybe even kind of NSFW-ish? I’m not sure how you’d categorize it but here it is anyway.

I’ve had this idea of when the “heat season” comes around and what is needed to be done to protect MC. This is in no way what I think happens EVERY TIME heat season comes around just an idea that I had in my head for a concept. I’ve read many wonderful Headcanons for the heat seasons for the brothers and they are all way more thought out than this lol.

The idea is that for MC’s protection, it has been tasked to keep the brothers locked up in their room or a specific location until the heat has passed. The scenario is that this is the first time MC has been there for it and Barbatos is explaining to them and showing them what is needed to be done. There are seals in every room to keep them from breaking out, for example. The seals are made for that specific demon and do not affect MC or other demons. Most of them are in Level 4 during this time but will phase into Level 3 to try to manipulate MC into letting their guard down. Each demon is given something to keep the desire at bay. If they stop receiving these things they will go into a rage.

Assume they are in Level 4 unless stated. This is specifically the brothers...Read more below.

Lucifer - Locked in his room

Mc is not allowed even on the same floor as Lucifer during this time. It is said his power and influence can affect a large radius and should you get too close, you will feel unconsciously drawn to him or where he is.

There is a seal on his door to keep him in.

You will hear nothing behind his door, it is as if no one is home.

He stalks around in his room in Level 4, with all his lights off. Ashamed of himself and his lack of control.

If he knows MC is close, or if he can no longer resist, he is able to project illusions of this form throughout the house to Lure MC or scare MC into heading closer to him. You would see these out of the corner of your eye, or red eyes in the shadows of a silhouette of a giant goat man.

Should MC enter his room, the seal does not react to humans and opening the door does not break the seal, MC will be stuck in here until it’s over. Have fun dealing with a scary goat demon in the dark.

Music is needed to keep him calm. If no music is played he will use his illusions more to terrorize others on the outside and become violent if approaching his physical form.

Mammon - Locked away in his room, in a secret cellar type room that is accessible only through his room. It’ll

To get to him, there is a door in the back of his room, that only appears for this season, magic or something. It leads down a spiral staircase where the walls are stone and you come to a large stone room that is lit by conches and it’s filled with gold and treasure and the like. It’s a dragon’s den. And it’s separated by a wall of decorative bars keeping MC on one side and the dragon on the other.

The seal is on the bars and touching the bars would repel him. But MC can touch them and stick a hand through.

He lays on his treasure and gold objects which will stick to his leathery parts on his wings and the underside of his tail and belly.

Nests of treasures, tapestry and fancy rugs are also used as paddings for his nests. There are items from ancient times, which you could only assume he’s had for centuries and his hoard has only grown since then.

If MC enters this chamber he will transform to level 3 and offer his treasures to them. He will also pout and guilt to keep MC there with him.

Treasure is given to him every hour to keep him happy. He transforms back into level 4 in a fit and will destroy his piles of treasures out of anger and upset if they choose to leave him.

If MC chooses to stay, he will dress them in his treasures and make nests for them.

Leviathan - Sealed in his large aquarium tank. Did you think it was built for the fishes?

The only light source comes from the fish tank and TVs. You can see a giant dark mass inside the tank wrapping around everything inside. It has pulsating glowing orange orbs on its form.

There are Tv’s set up in front of the glass. A lot of them. All of them are anime. There are also a lot of plushies floating in the water. To keep him company, Barbatos would say. These objects keep him calm.

If MC approaches he will turn into Level 3 and press himself against the glass with the most sad eyes. He will use words to manipulate MC into feeling guilty for him being alone and to stay there with him and watch all the shows.

If you stay too long in this room you will hear an eerie whale type song in the back of your mind. It seems to make you dizzy and makes you want to stay with him. Maybe you just might jump in the water. Who needs to breathe anyway? He probably has a solution for that.

If MC chooses to leave he will turn back into Level 4 sea monster and wail the saddest deep sea song and slam his huge body against the glass. Hopefully it stays in tact.

Satan - Locked in his room.

A green glowing wall seal separates the door area from the rest of his room. It has a shimmering flame affect but you can see through it.

His room is trashed. Books ripped to shreds, book cases fallen over, small flecks of green flame and ash are scattered on the piles.

He remains in Level 4 even if MC is in the room. And he is not nice. He is mean. He will scream and yell and swear profanities at them, and especially Barbatos since Barbatos will not let Mc go alone. He will say down right terrible things out of anger and frustration.

If MC expresses any type of upset, it’s possible Satan might notice. If he does, he will lower his voice and approach. He will apologize and begin to try to convince Mc to stay with him and read all the books.

If he is refused he will slam on the sealed wall furiously and monstrous screaming continues. His flames in his body are strong and bright.

Books are given to him every half hour as well as audiobooks of plays from every language to keep him calm.

Asmodeus - Sealed in his room, but an altered version of reality.

His room is separated by a clear glass wall with an invisible seal. On the other side there are mirrors everywhere. It’s like a fun house with how they are not in any uniform pattern. Some are cracked and broken.

There is pillows and blankets and a giant bed where there isn’t mirrors.

The mirrors are used to keep his morale low, showing his reflection in his level 4 state causes a depression to keep him from wanting to pursue others, as he is the avatar of Lust and is the most insatiable during this season.

If MC is in the room, he will actually scream and refuse for them to see him. If MC can convince for Asmodeus to show himself, he will come close to the glass barrier and black tear lines would be streaming down his face.

He will show himself in Level 3 to them to convince MC to stay and keep him company. Something about wanting to see them from every angle with all these mirrors?

If refused he will start to break the mirrors around him. The magically repair themselves eventually.

Other demons like succubi/incubi are sent to him to keep his appetite lower. But he will always prefer MC over them.

Beelzebub - Locked in a giant meat freezer storage near the kitchen.

It’s very cold in here, and there are animal carcasses hanging from meat hooks everywhere. Even things you never seen before. It’s a large cold room with tile.

Bars separate you from the monster in the middle of the room. He sits on a pile of meat and flesh, sounds of tearing can be heard. But also the raffling of chains. The bars are not enough to hold him. There are seals on the bars and metal cuffs attached to his wrists and ankles.

Steam can be seen coming off the monster form Beelzebub.

Once MC enters, he will come launch himself towards them but the chains catch him and hold him away. Barbatos will allow MC to throw him some meat but to use a rod to stick it through, like some zoo keeper feeding a lion.

It was said they didn’t start using the chains until one time he broke out and went on a feeding spree. I won’t get into details about that.

He speaks in very few words. “Closer.” Or “Stay.” are usually what he’ll snort at MC. He stares at them, licking his lips. You don’t know if it’s lust or hunger or both.

He doesn’t put up much a fuss if MC leaves, as the food is enough to occupy him.

Food fed to him by the hundreds is needed to keep him from raging.

Belphegor - Locked back up in the attic.

There is a wall of black smoke/fog that hides the rest of the room. It has light flecks off white in them, like stars.

Red eyes stare at you from inside the fog. They disappear and reappear somewhere else.

Barbatos tells you to not touch the smoke. Do not. Ever. Touch the smoke.

Level 3 arms of Belphie can reach out from the smoke to grab you.

His voice is soft and sweet but his words are not. He tells you he is always with you when you sleep. He can see your dreams. He is in them. It’s the way he says these things that are unsettling.

He can disperse the fog enough to show himself to you. He can change the fog to look like space and galaxies to entice MC to want to stay and experience it.

He will guilt trip MC, saying they’re the reason he’s here and they owe him. They need to make it up to him. He can forgive them if they stay.

If he is refused, a wave of tiredness will wash over MC. Barbatos must always accompany them and he is able to take them away before anything happens.

Incense smoke is needed to keep him calm and sedated.

Now you may be thinking...What about Barbatos?? Isn’t he affected by the season?? To that he replies...

“Oh yes, but my constitution is much stronger than the rest.”

Then perhaps you may be wondering about Lord Diavolo. To which he replies...

“It’s best you don’t set foot in the castle. Better yet, just stay in here in the house, where it’s much safer.”

#text post #monster boyfriend #obey me headcanons #long post #obey me

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nostalgiahan · 3 years

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Still Into You

genre: songfic, fluff, smut

pairing: graffiti artist!changbin x afab!reader (gender-neutral language)

word count: 2k

warnings: drug use (cannabis,) trespassing, oral sex (f,) car sex, little dialogue, changbin and reader run from the cops lol

a/n: i was listening to still into you by paramore and this just kinda. came into existence. it’s also very song focused so if you’ve never listened to 2000s alt rock... i’m sorry lmao. the sugarmill in the story is also a real place that my friends and i used to visit and smoke take pictures at, although the cops never found us there haha. anyways enjoy folks.

Your nails had been tapping on the windowsill enough to wear them down to nubs by the time Changbin pulled up in front of your house. When his beat up Subaru pulled up next to the curb, you just about jumped out of your skin from excitement. Today was your fourth anniversary, as well as Valentine’s Day, and the adrenaline rushing through your blood was a sign that you were more than looking forward to whatever fun plans he had up his sleeve.

Compared to most couples on Valentine’s day, your outfit was pretty plain and not at all glamorous. Practical boots, jeans, an old band hoodie and Changbin’s dark green parka were your clothes of choice, but you knew that your boyfriend wasn’t going to take you to some fancy restaurant. No, you two were going adventuring.

As soon as you hop in the passenger seat of the car, shoving a couple of receipts into the foot well, Changbin reaches into his hoodie pocket and gives you a card. It’s crude, made of a folded sheet of printer paper and hastily scribbled on in pen but it’s very fitting for him.

“You better enjoy the card,” he says with a smirk, “because it came to me in a dream. This is pure, undiluted Changbin, packaged for your enjoyment and convenience.”

Giggling, you open the card. Inside is a barely legible “i love you so much y/n” surrounded by hearts, and in the corner is a drawing of a cow dressed in a lab coat and holding a beaker labeled “Moorie Curie.” It’s perfect, but what else did you expect from him?

“Happy anniversary, my love.” When you look up at Changbin, he has the widest smile on his face, cheeks dotted with flecks of paint and eyes crinkled up into little crescents. He’s dressed similarly to you, hair sitting in a pile on top of his head, clearly not having been paid attention to before leaving the house. It doesn’t matter, though, since the both of you will be wearing hoods over your heads anyways. You lean over the center console to give him a quick kiss, although it takes a couple of tries to get his lips since you’re both smiling so hard.

Changbin kicks his old car into gear as he sets off towards his destination. He’s explaining where you’re going, but you can barely hear him over the car speakers blasting Simple Plan and Green Day.

“So yeah, it’s this sugarmill that caught on fire in, like, 1910, and they never renovated it. There’s a bunch of cool abandoned shit around there, too. I think there’s, like, three fucked up couches.”

As you listen to him talk, you stick your fingers through the gap at the top of the side window. It’s permanently cracked open like that, and you have vivid memories of trying to throw cigarette butts through the gap when the two of you were bored.

After a while of listening to pop punk and playing with Changbin’s fingers over the gear shift, you arrive at your destination. Several charred brick buildings sit in the middle of a field, dead trees framing an open area in the center where someone has set up some logs and rocks to form a makeshift circle. Your boyfriend’s eyes scan the landscape, looking for his next canvas. Eventually, he tugs your arm and leads you towards one of the buildings, smiling back at you. “C’mon, let’s go explore this place.”

The two of you wander for a while, over rickety walkways and up staircases, taking pictures with your Polaroid and holding hands the whole time. Eventually, Changbin finds a stretch of wall big enough to start his work. Setting his duffel bag on the ground, he beckons you over and crouches down, inviting you to hop onto his back.

He pulls out a can of white spray paint, shaking it and popping the cap with his thumb. As he starts to paint, making large, sweeping motions with his arms, you really wished he had worn something sleeveless, however impractical. After lighting a slightly crushed joint you’d fished out of your pocket, you nestled your nose into his shoulder, holding the joint up to Changbin’s lips. He takes a few pulls as he works, the previously bland wall turning into a beautiful blend of blues, purples, and whites. It’s always fascinating to see how he works, seemingly not thinking before laying down a line of paint, yet each stroke seems to perfectly fit in with the others.

As he’s switching colors, Changbin lets you off his back, settling his hands on your sides. He stares at you for a bit, trying to study every bit of your face that isn’t covered by the oversized hood of his jacket. After a while, he smiles, pulling you close and kissing your forehead. Changbin always called you his muse, but you never expected him to take it as literally as he did, often staring at you or asking unrelated questions when he was stuck with a piece. He sways gently back and forth, pressing little kisses to your head, as Good Charlotte emanates from the tiny phone speaker in his back pocket. Occasionally, he’ll pull back just a tiny bit to really study your face, kissing you softly and muttering something along the lines of “i really can’t believe how fucking incredible you are” or “i love you so much it’s unreal.”

It’s not until a few more songs have ended that he pulls away, inviting you back onto his back as you light another joint. The piece is almost done, the tag “SPEARB” painted in blobby letters, shining artificially. All he has left is the outline, but his work is cut short when you hear the faint sound of sirens approaching and the light creeping in from the broken windows flashes a faint red and blue.

What happens next is like clockwork. You hop off of Changbin’s back, putting out the joint on the wall and throwing it into his duffel bag along with the other cans of paint he’s left out. What you’re supposed to do next is grab the bag and run, but Changbin is trying his best to finish a really specific detail and the more time he has that can in his hand, the less time you guys have to get the fuck out. After what seems like an eternity of whisper-yelling and (gently) stomping your foot at him, he caps the can and throws it into the bag. Finally, the two of you are off. As he’s picking up the bag, however, you notice what he was taking so long to finish. In tiny lettering, in the bottom corner of the piece, 4 words. “fuck cops” on one line, and “for y/n” on another.

As the two of you clamber over wooden planks and piping, pulling your hoods over your heads and your masks over your faces to hide your identities, Changbin grabs your hand and squeezes. He lets go almost as quickly as he grabbed it but the sentiment is still there; i’m here, i’m gonna keep us safe. It’s a welcome sentiment when shouts of “police,” and “show yourselves” echo through the abandoned hall.

Fifteen minutes of running and one chain link fence climb later, you’re back at the car, cops nowhere in sight. You’re panting heavily as you throw off the parka and throw it into the backseat, and Changbin doesn’t look any better as he’s gulping water and fanning his face. Right as you’re about to climb in, he grabs your arm and spins you so you’re pressed between him and the car, holding your cheeks in his hands and grinning at you.

“God. Fuck. Wow. You’re unreal. I love you so much.”

You’re unable to do anything but nod. The two of you are still breathless and in that moment you realize that’s what your love was like. In the four years of you dating, your love never went stale, you never settled into a routine. You were always doing new things, like going on spur of the moment road trips or fucking around at playgrounds in the early hours of the morning. You never thought about the future, just did your best to enjoy your time in the present and bask in the glow of each other’s affection. You expected that after such a long time together you’d at least feel a little duller, but everything still feels as fresh and new as when you were teenagers and sneaking out to make out on park benches when no one was looking.

As you’re lost in thought, Changbin pulls you impossibly closer and presses his lips to yours, hard. Music is still playing from his phone as the kiss becomes more heated, and you make sure to add 1985 by Bowling for Soup to your “running from the cops” playlist later. Almost every memory you have with Changbin is attached to a song, and this one is no exception.

Changbin pulls away to wrench open the back seat door, guiding you to sit and kneeling on the dirty floor. He heaves the duffel bag on the seat next to you and you dig through it, searching for the joint you threw into it earlier. Once you’ve gotten to My Own Worst Enemy, you’ve lit it and Changbin has gotten your jeans halfway down your legs and your thighs over his shoulders.

Your boyfriend wastes no time in burying his face in your heat, licking hot stripes up and down and moaning loudly into your core. He pulls away to rest his head on your thigh and take a few puffs of the joint, and in that moment you remember your Polaroid exists and manage to snap a picture of him blowing out smoke, with your hand in his hair and his face squished between your legs.

Changbin pays it no mind and gets straight back to work, sucking on your clit and easing his tongue into your hole. Your grip on his hair tightens and you arch into his mouth, fucking yourself back on his tongue. Picking up on this, he hooks his arms under your thighs and pulls your towards him, close enough that you’re afraid he’s going to suffocate himself trying to pleasure you.

It’s hot and sticky and perfect, and the atmosphere combined with the weed and the fact that Seo fucking Changbin is eating you out is too much for you and you cum all over his tongue, which eagerly laps up your release, taking long, languid strokes to make sure he gets every drop. As you come down, Changbin is stroking your thighs and sucking hickeys into the soft flesh, and you register that Misery Business needs to be added to your “dirty car sex” playlist.

After basking in the yellow glow of the car’s overhead light and the thrilling afterglow of just having done something you shouldn’t have for a while, lazily finishing off the rest of your joint, the two of you get your things in order and begin the journey to Changbin’s apartment, speeding down the highway with the windows cracked the whole way. He carries you into the building like he always does, setting you down gently on the couch before heading off to the kitchen so you can make some blueberry muffins together. You do, and they’re terrible, so you heat up leftovers instead and watch reruns of old James Bond movies, cuddling on the couch. The night ends with Chasing Cars and you laying on Changbin’s chest, naked and sweaty and anticipating lots of aches in the morning, whispering tiny i love yous into each others’ skin and it’s perfect. But everything is always perfect with him. What else could you possibly expect?

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speechlessxx · 4 years

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Crossing Lines. 2 (Andy Barber x Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Reader)

Summary: The line between best friend and lover is so thin... Can you choose which one to cross?

Warnings: expected ending let’s be honest, angst, fluff, language! (this is the last part... btw)

for fic purposes, Ransom and Andy aren’t twins and their physical similarities will not be mentioned LOL

Word Count: 2.4 k

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The rest of the night was a drunken blur. You vaguely remembered the way Andy held you in the park as you drunkenly cried into his chest. He listened attentively as you ranted and cursed Hugh Ransom Drysdale – whom he assumed was the other man on the porch. Andy put together the pieces and with your slurred confessions, he understood that the best friend of yours held a special place in your heart, but it didn’t deter Andy’s attraction or his growing feelings for you either.

You woke up in your apartment with a dull headache and fifteen missed calls – along with fifty-five messages – from Ransom. And one “have a good day :)” from Andy, but you decided to ignore and ghost both men. You were too confused to even entertain the idea – the possibility of you and Andy, especially when you were still questioning your feelings and the fate of your friendship with Ransom.

Over a week of radio silence from you left Ransom antsy. You had never iced him out like this. The longest you two had gone without speaking was three days – when he stood you up at a university gala so that he could fly out to the Victoria Secret Fashion Show and hook up with a model. You were so angry with him but forgave him all the same when he showed up to your dorm with two pints of ice cream and a smile.

It always so easy to get you to accept his apologies. He thought it was because you two were meant to be in each other’s lives. That your smiles and laughs – and even your playful jabs – were meant to brighten his day, every day for the rest of your lives. And it hurt him when his pleads and apologizes were left on read.

He blamed your absent responses to his dozens of messages and voicemails on that hotshot Assistant District Attorney. He blamed Andy Barber for turning you against him. And his anger towards – what seemed to be his rival – only heightened when both he and Andy Barber pulled up to the front of your apartment complex.

“What are you doing here?” Ransom said, accusingly, as he balanced the cookies and cream pint on top of the mint chocolate chip.

Andy didn’t even respond. Like the night the two were acquainted, he simply ignored Ransom and began to stride towards the complex’s doors. Fumbling with his keys, Ransom quickly locked the Beamer and chased after the suited lawyer.

“Did she invite you?” Ransom prodded. He felt a dull ache in his heart at the thought. Is this what you’ve been doing for the past week? Ignoring him to be around Andy?

Andy huffed, still ignoring the other man, as he pressed your apartment number’s button on the intercom systems. Ransom looked over at the takeout bag in Andy’s hands. Though he couldn’t see the contents, he recognized the logo. It was from your favorite Japanese place – the one you said had the best shrimp tempura rolls. He remembered you tried to get him to go with you, but he blew you off to go to a bar with his rich friends. Did Andy know your order? Did Andy take you there?

Ransom repeated his question and Andy just gave him a side glare as he pressed the button next to your apartment number again.

“No.” Andy finally answered. “I went by her office to see if she wanted lunch, but her co-workers said she’s been sick.”

Relief rushed through Ransom. So, you were ignoring both of them – that’s fine. Ransom smirked to himself. His years of friendship with you gave him the insight to know that whenever you were sick, you preferred hot soup as opposed to sushi – that you’d puke the raw fish right up.

“Hi, sorry, hello?” Your voice statically came over the speakers.

“Hey.” “Hi, (Y/N).” Andy and Ransom said at the same time. Andy shot a glare at Ransom.

“(Y/N),” Ransom said, pushing Andy’s hand away so that he could press the button. “It’s Ransom. I have ice cream and uh…”

“Ransom, I…” you sighed. “I’m sick.”

“I know, but I know all the best remedies.”

“Sorry.” You deadpanned. “I don’t… I don’t think you should be up here.”

Andy lightly shoved Ransom’s hand away from the button, pressing onto it firmly. “Hey, it’s Andy… Lauren and Sabine said you were under the weather, so I brought you lunch from that Japanese place you liked so much.”

“Andy, I…” You frowned as you spoke though neither could see it. Were they there together? “I’m sorry… I’m just so sick… and I tend to throw up sushi when I’m – “

“I actually bought you ramen.” Andy said, hope still in his voice. “I remember you told me you throw up sushi when you get sick, so I thought I’d better order some soup instead.” Ransom’s brows knitted together – when did you have time to tell Andy this? How long have you two known each other?

“Oh…” You facepalmed. The slap was audible and made Ransom crack a smile. “Okay fine… C’mon up, Andy.” That smile quickly dropped.

Andy smirked at Ransom as the doors buzzed and unlocked, but Ransom was not going down without a fight.

-=+=-

Several days later, it was Ransom’s turn to show up at your office, but this time you were there. Your work friends, Sabine and Lauren, were divided about the strange predicament you found yourself in. They were the ones who arranged for you and Andy to meet, but they were also the ones living vicariously through the love triangle you stumbled in.

“What are you doing here?” You groaned as Ransom showed up with two coffees in his hands. He put one cup on your desk and brought his to his lips with a smirk. “Hugh – “

“You’re ignoring my calls and texts, but you sure do love giving Andy Barber attention… Did you know he has a kid?” Ransom poked. “I know you wouldn’t date people with kids. The ex’s still in the picture y’know.”

“Considering how I haven’t dated anyone since college, I’m in no room to judge.” You frowned. “Now, unless you’re in some legal trouble, I suggest you leave.”

Ransom shook his head and pushed you back into your seat when you moved to stand. “He’s also really old…”

“Not much older than you and I.”

Ransom frowned. What did Andy Barber have that he didn’t? Why were you so intent on breaking your own dating rules for him?

“What’s it about him?” Ransom wondered aloud. “Is it his job? Dating an ADA would surely get you out of this joint… Hell, maybe you could even be a trophy wife. Stop working, drive around his Audi. You can probably even be friends with the ex-wife… Laurie, I think that’s her name. Aw, you and Barber would be so cute… Imagine him going to the country club with his pretty, young wife.” He snorted.

“Ransom!” You scolded as you glanced around at those who were listening in the conversation. You were already given flack for being friends with Harlan Thrombey’s grandson. You didn’t need your other co-workers to whisper about your attempts at social climbing by dating Andy Barber. “What is wrong with you! Andy’s a good guy. I’d date him even if he wasn’t a lawyer. Now shut up and leave.”

“No… No!” Ransom argued, lightly slapping your hands away when you tried to push him towards the doors.

“You’re making a scene at my work-place, Ransom,” you aggressively whispered.

“No!” Ransom repeated, his voice rising. Those who weren’t paying attention before were certainly now. “I just wanna know… what’s it about Andrew Stephen Barber that’s got you ignoring me? Huh?” When you didn’t respond, he grew angrier. Why weren’t you answering?! Did your ghosting also apply to real life? “(Y/N), I told you I loved you and you just got in a car with him and left me.”

You bit your lip, furrowing your brows as you glanced around. Those who were trying to discreetly listen abandoned their attempts. They watched on as if they were watching a soap.

“You sleep around.” You muttered. “You parade girl after girl around me as if it didn’t hurt, Ransom. I cancelled my date with Andy, so I could go to your mom’s party. You invited me and ditched me, so that you could go fuck some wannabe model in your grandad’s house. You only came looking for me when you needed a damn condom!” You heard some snickering in the background, but you were too focused on trying not to cry to care.

“I – “

“I’ve been at your beck and call for years. And now, I think…” you stared up at Ransom’s eyes, your own shiny with tears. “I think you only keep me in your life because I’m the only one who gives a damn about you.”

“(Y/N) – “Ransom sighed. “No… I love you, that’s why,” he tried to grab your arm, but you pulled away, shaking your head. “No guy has ever been good enough for you. That’s why I never let them date you!”

“What?” You asked in disbelief. Your tongue darted out to lick your lips as you thought about every date – every guy who came into your life who miraculously disappeared after meeting Ransom. “Son of a – “

“And Andrew Fucking Barber is definitely not good enough for you.”

“And what you are?” You prompted. Your eyes wide and with your shaky tone, Ransom knew you were on the brink of crying. “Ransom,” you shook your head, “I loved you for years. I loved you despite you constantly sleeping with other girls, despite you always ditching me, or despite your family. I loved you even though you can be heartless and insensitive. I loved you so much I put my life on pause to always help you – to always be there for you… But Ransom, I can’t do this anymore… I’m sorry. I can’t…”

“Hey pal,” the security guard finally stepped up just as the tears started to roll down your cheeks. “I think you gotta go.” When Ransom reached out to grab you, the guard quickly stood between you. “Now, Mr. Drysdale.”

Ransom stared at you as you slumped back into your seat. Lauren and Sabine immediately rushed to your side, but you waved them off as you put your head in your hands. You were embarrassed that you caused a scene. You were embarrassed that you confessed your love for Ransom. But it gave you clarity.

The love you had for Ransom was toxic.

And you needed to let it go.

Ransom allowed himself to be dragged out of the office and onto the pavement. The guard told him not to come back. “You leave Miss (Y/L) alone, alright, man?” The guard said. “I know Andy Barber… and when he finds out about this, he ain’t gonna be happy.”

“I’m not scared of Andy fucking Barber.” Ransom rolled his eyes.

“Nah, but he’s got some pull in the DA’s office. He can get a restraining order approved in minutes, pal…” The guard chuckled. “You leave Miss (Y/L) alone.”

Ransom watched as the guard hobbled back into the office, closing the doors behind him. He tried to look through the glass, to get one last glimpse of you. He always wished you’d be the first to confess your love … But he never expected it to be like that.

Now, he couldn’t help but wonder… was this your last conversation? He made you cry and he couldn’t even apologize for that … After this, are you cutting him off completely?

-=+=-

Andy Barber was attentive, observant. He was kind. Growing up with a murderer as a father, he found that his compassion was a way to compensate for his father’s sins. He strived to make a name for himself aside from being Bloody Billy’s son. He was a good man.

A man that put aside his late evening plans to drive from Newton to Boston just to pick you up. A man who put his night on pause just to spend some time with you on a whim of a phone call.

If it had been Ransom, he’d be scolding you as he drove. Blaming you for wasting his time. He’d guilt you and make you feel worse.

But Andy wasn’t Ransom.

Andy made you feel wanted.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered when you slumped into Andy’s couch. “I didn’t know where else to go… Ransom knows where I live and if I see him at my apartment, I think I’m gonna lose my shit and I’ll need a lawyer.”

Andy chuckled as he settled down next to you, handing you a cup of coffee. You smiled and thanked him as you put your head on his shoulder. “I’ll represent you, no worries. I’ll even do it pro bono.”

“I don’t think you’re allowed to,” you laughed. “Circumstantially, they say that lawyers shouldn’t represent their significant – “you bit your lip, cutting yourself off. You’re thinking too far, (Y/N), you scolded yourself.

Andy smirked. “Significant other?” He asked, bringing his cup to his lips, taking a long sip. “Taking strides now, are we?”

“Sorry…” you felt heat rise to your face.

“No, you’re fine,” Andy smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “We’ll take strides.” He muttered and nodded. “If that’s what you want?”

“Yeah, Andy… I do.” You smiled to yourself as you brought took a sip.

Your nose scrunched up. You had forgotten to tell Andy your meticulous coffee order. Whenever you were at Ransom’s, you didn’t need to tell him – he just knew. Your heart ached at the thought of losing your best friend, the one of the only people who knew you. After years of friendship, you couldn’t just burn that bridge… right?

You pulled your head from Andy’s shoulder and looked over at him. He smiled at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. This growing relationship was fresh. It was new and it felt healthy. Sure, Andy didn’t know your coffee order, but like Ransom, he could learn it. Maybe he could even memorize it by heart.

You smiled at the thought and leaned into Andy, pressing your lips onto his.

You weren’t sure what fate had in store for you and Ransom – whether that friendship ended forever or will revive itself in due time…

But you were certain about Andy…

You were certain you wanted this new beginning.

#andy barber x reader #andy barber #andy barber imagine #ransom drysdale imagine #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #crossing lines #angst #fluff

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quentinbecks · 3 years

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2, 3, 8, and 15 for charlie! x

thank you so much for the ask!!

things they hate doing

being vulnerable. trying to get her to talk about her feelings is like pulling teeth

cooking. her parents didn’t really teach her how to be a normal person, let alone an adult, so cooking has always been a struggle. plus, the outcome she get isn’t usually worth the time she puts into it

flying/zip lining/doing anything in the sky. she’s terrified of heights and spends the entire time panicking

fishing and hunting. she loves animals and all living beings and feels a lot of guilt over taking a life, even for survival purposes

interacting with Jacob Seed. he freaks her out and she’s convinced he would kill her if he was allowed.

favorite memories

Eli teaching her to shoot when they were teenagers

right before she came back to Hope County her and her ex took a road trip up and down the west coast. it was one of the last enjoyable moments she had before Eden’s Gate took over her mind

boys nights at The Whistling Beaver with Nick and a couple of other locals. even though she’s not a boy she was still invited on account of the fact that they liked her more than her ex husband

the summer solstice parties her family would throw

the day she had finally made enough money to go to college

people they admire

Eli

her cousin Sadie

Pastor Jerome

Tammy

Adelaide. solely for the fact that she’s living the life Charlie wishes she could lol

secrets

she accidentally killed one of Jacob’s hunters. not a super secret since her fellow militiamen and Jacob’s mole inside the Wolf’s Den know about it

she kinda likes that Joseph and John think that she’s favored by god. her brain knows it’s all a manipulation tactic, but her heart enjoys it

she was jealous of both Holly and John when they were hooking up

everyone thinks she stayed in the mountains so long because she wanted to help Eli, but it’s really because she was afraid that reuniting with her parents would suck her into the cult

she may or may not have forgotten to break up with her partner back in Portland. she blames it on the shoddy cell reception in Hope County

#oc asks #oc: charlie berger #got a little wordy there... oops

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sherlollydramoine · 4 years

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FINN: He’s your bother’s bestie and one night, you get shitfaced trying to keep up with their drinking game. You try to seduce Finn every chance you get, but he takes care of you instead of taking advantage of you ❤️

Soooooo.... I got a little carried away. Enjoy this drunken attempt at seduction because I literally have no idea what the hell I’ve just done. Lol

Warnings: alcohol consumption, ridiculously terrible seduction attempts, language, some comedy, and mostly just fluffy hilarity.

Word Count: 1,439

“I got this!” you hollered as you stood next to your brother Toby’s best friend Finn during a rather raucous game of Vodka Pong. That is exactly what it sounds like because your brother and his friends sure knew how to have a damn good time, and they had run out of beer halfway into their ‘boys night’ that you decided to crash at the garage, so they decided Vodka was a better alternative.

You square your shoulders, prepare your throw and miss the solo cup by a mile. You could hear Finn snicker to your left and you playfully elbowed him in the stomach.

“Dammit!” you slur, “I fucking had it.”

“Yeah, if maybe the cup was located about a mile to your right.” Finn teased.

“Hmmmph.”

“I’ll help you next time.”

Your brother lined up his shot, took aim,and the lightweight ping pong ball landed in your cup.

“Fuckkkkkkkkk” you groaned, as Toby just grinned at you and shrugged his shoulders. You fish the ball out of your cup and plop it into the cup of water sitting off to the side, pick up the red cup in front of you and down the contents quickly.

When it was your turn to throw again, you felt Finn come up behind you and whisper “I told you that I’d help you.”

One of his hands was resting on your hip and the other on your elbow. He started giving you advice on how to properly line up the shot, and something about just relaxing your grip. You were unable to hear a word of what he was saying because all you could focus on was the close proximity of his body to yours and the way his body felt pressed against yours; his breath hot on your ear and the way his voice rumbles in his chest when he speaks.

“Okay, So YN, are you ready?” Finn asks.

“That’s cheating!” Toby yelled in protest, though his eyes were alight with some sort of amusement.

“Huh?” is all you manage to say.

“YN were you listening to me? I was telling you how to line up the shot and how to hit your target every time.

“Sorry Finn, I got distracted by your sexy body against mine, and your voice is so gorgeously distracting.”

All of a sudden Toby let out a loud guffaw of laughter and Finn looked a little bit shocked.

“Oh shit!” you cover your mouth in horror, “Did I say that out loud?”

Finn just slowly nods his head, while a smirk slowly spreads across his face.

Three rounds of vodka pong later, where the boys got their infinite supply of vodka you’ll never know, you started swaying a little bit.

You were about to call it a night and just go home to pass out but you caught sight of Finn standing there,his hair glowing an almost red shade in the weird lighting of the garage and your stomach did a flip flop. It suddenly felt as if you’d been struck by lightning and your long ago suppressed feelings for him came bubbling up to the surface. You’d told yourself that it was a no-go, I mean sleeping with your brother’s best friend could only cause drama right?

“Fuck it” you mutter aloud to noone, you decide to attempt to sexily saunter over to where Finn was leaning against one of the work benches sipping on his water bottle.

After your accidental confession earlier you’d felt his eyes watching you.

“Sup?” he asks, with a raised brow.

“I dunno Finn. Yous so sexy I wanna fuck you so badddddddd.” you confess again.

“As much as I’d love to fuck you too darlin, I think you are too shitfaced to do anything about that right now.”

“NO! IM NOTT” you yell, causing Toby and Benny to look up from whatever they’d been quietly discussing in the corner. After Toby assessed the situation and realized that you were just reacting to something and not in any danger he smiles brightly before opening his mouth.

“Finn you can fuck my sister. Just don’t break her heart man or I run your ass over and I won’t regret it!” Toby yells.

“YOOO BROOOOOO NOOOOOOO” you scream back attempting to whirl around to give your brother a piece of his mind but instead you just end up swaying on your feet and then crashing into Finn.

“My heroooooooo!” you sing-song, as FInn lets out a little chuckle.

“That’s me, Finn, your regular ole knight in shining armor.”

“Mmmmmm… you’d look good in shiny armor.” you mumble running your finger up his chest, neck and then along his jaw.

He grabs your hand and moves it away causing you to recoil in embarrassment, or attempt to recoil anyway, but you nearly lose your balance and he ends up grabbing you by your waist to stop you from crashing into the open Craftsman tool box full of tools.

“My hero again.”

“Let’s get you home YN, I think you’ve had enough tonight.”

“No. I don’t want to go. I want to make out with your face.”

“If this is your attempt at seduction you aren’t doing a great job. It’s supposed to be a little more subtle than that,” he laughs, his grip on your waist tightening just a little bit as he attempts to pull you upright.

“Oh ho ho ho… says the man that thinks ‘Let me show what these mechanics hands can do’ is the greatest pick up line ever. I don’t need seduction advice from you, I’m doing just fine on my own thank you. Now, shut up and fuck me already.”

“No can do sweetheart, but I can help you into the car.”

“You suck! No-no-no-no! I suck. I give great head Finn, wanna find out just what my loud mouth is capable of?”

His awkward laughter was infectious though and he leans over and whispers,”Baby, when you aren’t three sheets to the wind and can stand upright, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me but right now you need to go to bed.”

“Hmmmph I can stand up on my own. Watch me.”

Of course your clumsy, completely shitfaced ass had to trip over something invisible and you ended up sprawled on the hard concrete of the garage. Toby looks up that loud clattering noise and shakes his head at you. You roll over and just start laughing, gut clenching full fledged laughter, the kind that is contagious. After a few moments of Finn looking panicked he joins you in the laughter.

“You can stand on your own, huh?”

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”

“You said you could handle it, I think this is further proof that you just need to go to bed.

“Oh my God Finn why are you so obsessed with getting into my bed?”

His gorgeous olive complexion began to slowly turn an interesting shade of red.

“You misconstrued my meaning.”

“No I didn’t. Face it, you want to be in my bed just as bad you want to be in my pussy right now.”

“Christ on a cracker woman, your seduction skills are so on point today,” he says with an eye roll.

“See! Told you I was better at the art of seduction than you. Can I find out what your mechanic's hands can really do? I’ve heard rumors that your fingers are quite deft at-”

“I’m going to help you up off the floor now, and then I’m going to put you in the car. Once you are in my car I’m going to drive you home and help you into your bed. After you are all tucked in I am going to go home myself.”

“Hmmph. You could just share a bed with me.”

“No can do. With you in this drunk-seductress state I’m afraid of what might happen to me if I should dare close my eyes for a second.”

“I’m soaking wet for you right now.”

“Are you sure you didn’t just pee your pants?”

“Nope. Pretty sure my pussy is so wet you could drown a toddler in my panties and there is only one cure for my problem Finn. I need your D in my V immediately.”

He just lets out a loud sigh, kneels next to you, hooks his arms under your armpits and hauls your drunken ass to your feet.

Swaying along with his body he maneuvers you to his car and plops you into the front passenger seat. You watch as he walks around to the driver's side but as soon as the car pulls onto the road it was lights out for you.

#Finn #Need for Speed #Rami Malek #Finn x reader #finn reader #Rami Malek characters #Rami Malek Oneshot #Rami Malek blurb #Rami Malek Imagine #Rami Malek fluff

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doedreamss · 4 years

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Some Real Cowboy Shit

You can all thank @vonschweetz for this one because after the bte episode she suggested adam getting a reply back from the swingers e-mail sounded like the perfect set-up for a naughty fic and I took the bait hook, line, and sinker. Happily, of course.

Ship: Hangman Adam Page x Fawna Rose (FOC)

Summary: Directly following the events in episode 181 of Being the Elite; Adam responds to a reply he gets from that accidental e-mail he sent when he meant to ask Private Party to do a bit on BTE with him, drunk off the booze he snatched from them and desperate to get back on his cowboy shit.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Alcohol use, mentions of cuckolding/swinging, gratuitous smut, little bit of edging/orgasm denial, unprotected sex

Length: 6,762 words

Available below the cut

“He’s gonna have a lit night tonight.”

The words followed his back and Adam didn’t pause to consider or rethink his actions. He grimaced against the burn in his throat and blinked, reaching to press his thumb and forefinger over his low brows. That definitely wasn’t water. He opened his eyes and the long cement brick hallways veered in an odd direction in front of him, throwing him slightly off balance. One large hand jerked outward, fingers spread, and his palm caught his body weight on a rolling case with wheels which were thankfully locked. The case caught the bulk of his weight and kept him standing upright.

“Heh,” a breathless chuckle, amused at how just two glasses had already made him sway. His eyes darted down to the bottle he was holding, tilting it, letting the remaining liquor slosh around in its contents. “Those boys know how to party,” he said to only himself, mouth open with another amused laugh. “This is a Private Party!” He sang gently under his breath and laughed again.

His brows jerked, and he shook his head, fluffy, blond curls slightly disturbed by the motion.

“Gotta get back on my cowboy shit,” he muttered, remembering, and stood upright again.

Wasn’t he already trying that? Wasn’t stepping away from the Elite, riding solo, supposed to help him finally make a damn name for himself? Hadn’t his performance in the 12-man Dynamite Dozen Battle Royale proved just what in the hell he’d meant? A small noise of frustration in his throat and he tried to give those thoughts a mental shove. He was going to do exactly what he’d just said. He was going to do what the fuck he promised he was going to do. Every damn person in every damn crowd was going to make the walls of the arena’s vibrate with their “cowboy shit” chants when he came out to the ring.

He wasn’t going to be buried. Forgotten. Left behind. He was done with that. He was done licking his goddamn wounds.

Adam stormed into the little room where his luggage case was packed and waiting. The show wasn’t over – walls still reverberating with the cheers of thousands of fans watching the matches – but why stick around? His thick fingers wrapped around the plastic handle and rolled the case. He looked back down at the bottle in hand, twisted the cap off and took another hard swallow. Another grimace chased the burn.

“Woo!” He hollered and shook his head, laughing again. The sound bounced empty around the walls and died shortly after. Drinking was a gamble, and when you were doing it alone…

Grumbling under his breath, he fished his phone out of his pocket, transferring the bottle of liquor to the hand rolling his luggage case beside him. He’d order a ride and head out. No point sticking around after the show… not anymore. He hadn’t really managed to make any new friends and the longer he hung out backstage the more likely he was to run into one of the Elite.

Although, the idea of the lonely hotel room waiting for him didn’t sound any better.

A new notification for an e-mail caught his eye. He blinked a few times, trying to bring the glowing screen into focus and stopped walking (swaying) altogether so he could hold it closer to his face and make out the reply.

“Oh shit,” he muttered, blue eyes going a little wide. He glanced around him as if he was going to get caught but was still practically on his own. A few crewmembers were down the way, but they hadn’t paid him much mind.

The reply was from the e-mail he’d accidentally sent, thinking he was discussing a possible “bit” with Private Party. Unfortunately, he’d sent it to the wrong address and whoever held that e-mail address had replied.

Hi Adam,

I would absolutely love to do a bit with you… Are you a solo party? I’ve attached a picture for your viewing pleasure, so you’d know what you could be getting yourself into… hope to hear back from you soon. - XOXO Fawna Rose

He swallowed and glanced at the attachments, slowly moving his thumb over the screen and clicking them open. What he saw made his mouth go dry, hung gently open in a gap, and the blood rush between his legs. She was beautiful – the girl who’d replied – with thick curves his fingers suddenly itched to latch onto and hold. His tongue swept the inside of his lip, and he envisioned himself blemishing her skin with red marks as he sucked his way down her body. Her eyes were amber-brown, rich, and they reminded him of autumn in the country. Her lips were full, perfectly kissable, and he found himself aching for what little sound she’d make when he caught her thick bottom lip between his teeth and pinched it tight. She was scantily dressed in baby pink lace lingerie with matching thigh-high pink fishnet stockings attached by garter belts. He wanted to slowly peel the little bits of material from her body like he was unwrapping a gift. He blinked and realized he could see the peekaboo of her nipples through the sheer material.

His head was spinning.

Lost to good judgement a swig or two ago, Adam set the bottle on top of his luggage case and let his thumbs do the talking for him. A quick e-mail reply was shot back, and he made sure not to mention the entire thing had been a mistake. When he said he wanted to do a “bit” with Private Party he’d meant something else entirely...

Hello Fawna,

You’re… wow… uh.. I guess I’d be a solo party… not really sure what I’m getting myself into here lol mind helping a guy out? - Adam

What the hell was he doing? His heart was pounding so hard and fast in his chest he felt as if he might be sick. Adam swallowed, closing the e-mail application and stuffing his phone into his pocket, grunting at the strain of his half-hard cock bulging against the confines of the clothing he was wearing.

Waving off anyone who tried to talk to him, including a few backstage production members who were concerned when he swayed and stumbled a bit (he took two more gulps from the bottle on his way out), Adam drew in a deep breath of fresh air and pulled out his phone to order a ride. He’d shaken off whatever stupidity had prompted him to reply to that e-mail and decided he’d just go back to his room, drink the rest of whatever this was he’d taken from Private Party, pass out and get up to catch his afternoon flight back home the next day. He pushed away the melancholy that chased reality. He was used to doing that these days.

And he was done with it anyways. Those feelings. Defeat. Emptiness. Feeling lonely even when he was in a room crowded with people who were supposed to be his closest, most trusted friends. He’d won the damn dynamite dozen battle royale, hadn’t he? And he’d win the diamond ring next week. Everyone would see he meant business.

Closing the app for the ride service, Adam’s finger hovered over the screen lock button on his phone when a little red dot appeared beside the mail application icon. One unread message. He grinned and clicked it open. An e-mail reply from Fawna.

Why don’t you call me, and we’ll talk about this a little more?

Her number followed. He drew a breath and remembered that picture of her in lingerie. Good sense tried beating at the door of his buzzed mind, but he wouldn’t let it in. The boys had been right. He needed to get back on his high horse again. He needed to get back on his cowboy shit.

Adam clicked to dial her number and held the phone to his ear.

“Hello?” Her voice was sweet as honey.

“Hello, is this Fawna? It’s Hangman – er, I mean – Adam.” His brow furrowed as his words stumbled around themselves. What proof was that alcohol anyways? He glanced back at the bottle and tried to read the fine print, but everything was blurring together, and his brain wouldn’t stay focused for long. Especially not with that pretty little thing on the other side of the phone and his insides burning for a complete and total win.

“Hangman?” She repeated, and he could hear the amusement in her tone. He realized he had a dumb smile smeared across his mouth that he couldn’t stop if he tried.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s… a whole… thing…” He blinked. “Hey uh… what exactly did I get myself into, e-mailing you?”

Her laughter was as sweet as the rest of her seemed to be, and it didn’t mock him. It encouraged his shoulders to relax, and for him to smile too.

“Well, my husband and I have particular interests… have you ever done any swinging before?”

“No, I haven’t,” he was beat red and decided he needed more alcohol.

“Since you’re a solo party… if you’d be interested, we’d meet up, see if we have chemistry and everyone feels safe and comfortable with each other and then find a hotel room to go to and have a little adult fun.”

He had to bite back the groan. How long had it been for him? Fuck… he’d needed all of this more than he realized.

“Normally if you’d have someone who’d like to switch, we do partner-swapping… but… well, my husband also enjoys watching while I have fun with a sturdy, handsome bull… and judging by the sound of your voice…” Her tone dipped sultry and it made a shiver crawl down his spine until he had to give himself a quick shake and blink a few times, trying to snap back into focus. A woman like her was a dangerous one. “I’d say you’re one hell of a specimen.”

“Heh, you could say that,” his country drawl dipped low and liquor-won confidence, the high off the crowd chanting his slogan, made him feel like a different man entirely. A buzz from his phone showed him a message that his ride had arrived. “Listen, I’m staying at a hotel already, why don’t I send you the information and we’ll meet in an hour or so?”

“Sounds good, Hangman.” She playfully purred his ring-name and made his breath hitch and his head spin. “Can’t wait to see you,” were her last words before the call ended and he found he couldn’t scramble fast enough to send the hotel address her way. Little warning bells tried their hardest to shriek in his mind, somewhere where he’d locked the sober, sensible part of himself away. Meeting up with a stranger for kinky sex? Drunk? What the hell was he doing?

“I’m getting my cowboy shit, that’s what.” He ground out through clenched teeth and took a breath that swelled up his muscled, barrel chest.

By the time the hour had passed, Adam had drunk the rest of the liquor he’d snatched from Private Party’s hand, sent a jumble of text messages to a few people who were checking in and making sure he was alright (he was confident he’d eventually been able to tell them he was fine, just wanted time to himself at the hotel), showered and changed back into his “cowboy shit” t-shirt (appropriate, for what he was reaching for), jeans, boots, and the belt with the big, silver buckle. He grinned at himself in the full-length mirror.

“Yeah,” he said approvingly at his reflection, nodding his head, drunk out of his mind and unaware of how dumb he looked doing it. The proof on that liquor was a hell of a lot stronger than the beer he usually drank. “Yeah…” His fingers pinched the buckle and he leaned, turning and running his inebriated gaze up and down his body. He curled his fist and bent his arm, flexing the muscles of his bicep. He thought about the picture Fawna had sent him – that pretty pink lingerie – and her voice as they’d talked. His sloshed mind reeled, and he grinned as he stepped out into the hotel hall and made his way down to the lobby.

The first thing he thought was: Wow.

The second thing he thought was: Thank God this wasn’t some sort of catfish situation.

Fawna Rose was exactly as her picture showed, only she was wearing a tight-fitting black dress that accentuated every curve he was hungry to watch jerk with each thrust he bucked inside her. He wondered if she was wearing anything lacey and see-through underneath. When she looked at him he saw those brown eyes go dark, and he licked his lips as he closed the distance between them.

“Adam?” She asked, and he grinned wide at how hopeful she sounded. She was into him.

‘Course she was. Gone were apprehensions or the nerves he felt, always in his head and convinced he wasn’t good enough. He was coming off a high, winning that dynamite dozen, and had enough liquor in him that he could only have a good time.

“Yeah,” he said, his eyes dropping down her curves and back to her pretty face. “You look even better in person.” Adam stepped forward, his palm sliding on the curve of her hip, adding gentle pressure at her lower back before he dipped, laying a warm, soft kiss on either side of her cheek. He wasn’t sure why he’d done it, he never greeted anyone like that, but maybe it was so he could steal a sniff of her perfume… or maybe it was so he could watch her get a little flustered by him.

They’d just met, but Adam decided he liked getting her worked up. Her rosy cheeks held a blush that hadn’t been applied, and her pupils were dilated, making that amber-brown of her eyes a sliver of a ring around them. She wanted him, and it was the confidence boost he needed.

“My husband is over here,” she said, and Adam nodded and followed in step. He’d been so wrapped up in how attracted he was to her he’d forgotten she was married to begin with.

The man at the table was big, which was saying something to Adam’s six-foot height and two-hundred and thirty-pound weight. He was at least five inches taller, maybe twenty pounds heavier, all muscle. He had blue eyes that cut in a way that Adam’s never had, but maybe the dark black of his long hair and close-shaved beard was what made them stand out more. He looked like he could be a violent man if it called for it, and again those little warning bells tried chiming off in Adam’s head, trying to tell him this situation was too out-of-left-field for him to get involved with.

“You must be Adam,” the man said with a thick, but warm Scottish accent. He didn’t look particularly murderous. In fact, he even smiled. He’d stood at the table and extended a hand for Adam to shake. Fawna glanced between them both and pinched her thick bottom lip between her teeth, a little spark of something in her eyes that Adam was too curious not to pick up on.

“You look like you’re up to trouble,” Adam said to her, hand still clasped in her husbands.

“She always is,” Fawna’s husband said with amusement, and Adam’s eyes swung back to him, remembering he was there at all. It seemed strange that he could completely forget the existence of a six-foot-five-inch Scotsman who even managed to make his hand feel a little small… but god, there was something about her… or maybe it was the entire situation. Maybe it was because he was drunk. Maybe he wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning.

God willing, he hoped he did.

“Yeah, I’m Adam.” He remembered to say, gave her husband’s hand a firmer shake, and then slipped his away. They all sat down at the table, Fawna and her husband across from him.

“Andrew.” Her husband said his name finally, extending one hand around Fawna and rubbing his fingertips up and down her bare shoulder. “Fawna says you’re new to swinging,” Andrew said, one thick, dark brow arching inquisitively.

“Yeah,” Adam blinked, knowing if he was sober there was no way in hell he’d be able to have this kind of conversation. Then again, the pair of them spoke so casually about it, Adam felt like he’d be the weird one if he mentioned how strange it all seemed to him.

Andrew saw right through him and, judging by the grin Fawna had on her mouth, she did too.

“You have some questions then, right?”

“I uh,” Adam blinked, pulling his eyes away from Fawna – god she was gorgeous, he couldn’t wait to see what cute little expression she was going to make when he pushed his cock inside her – and to her husband. Shit… was that okay, to have those kinds of thoughts when her husband was just inches away from him? Well… they were swingers, and Fawna had said Andrew liked watching her get intimate with another man…

The alcohol once again reminded him that complex thought or worrying about consequences was a dumb idea. It was easier to just… go with the flow.

“Not really, I mean… if this is what y’all enjoy, who am I to be any kind of judge? I’m the one that e-mailed you, so clearly I knew at least a little of what I was getting into, even if I didn’t know the whole… thing.” He lied, still too embarrassed to admit he’d messed that up and hadn’t meant to find himself in the situation he was now in.

Andrew’s eyes narrowed slightly, but Fawna smiled and reached across the table, lying her hand atop Adam’s. Her fingertips brushed across his skin and electricity rushed up his veins and all over his body. He couldn’t think past how damn beautiful he thought she was and all the things he wanted to do to her…

“If it makes you nervous, having Andrew in the room… he doesn’t mind leaving us alone, either.”

Adam’s eyes swung away from her (which was nearly an impossible feat to get his drunken mind to do) and to her husband who was looking at her with much of the same, hungry expression Adam had earlier.

“You don’t?”

Andrew pulled his attention from his wife and smiled at Adam.

“No.” He gently rubbed Fawna’s shoulder, and she leaned subtly forward, giving Adam ample view of her cleavage. He tried to keep watching Andrew, but his mind zeroed in and there was no helping the way he hungrily watched that line between her breasts, or how his mouth went dry with the want to bite and suckle that sweet, soft flesh.

“It’s as much for me as it is for her. I like to watch, but I don’t have to.” Andrew dipped and gently kissed her temple. His next words were a whispered growl but said loud enough that Adam would hear them too. “I’ll just make her tell me how much she loved getting fucked by you later,” he laid his lips against the curve of her neck, just below her jaw. Fawna sucked in a sharp breath and her hungry eyes landed firm on Adam.

“What do you say, cowboy?” She asked, voice tight as her husband littered her neck with kisses.

“I want you. Only you.” He’d never been so direct, but it felt good. It felt damn good to say what he wanted and not bend to everyone else for once. It felt even better when she gently pushed her palm on her husband’s chest, moving him away from her before she slipped out of her seat and extended an open hand toward Adam. Even though all parties agreed, there was something… exciting… about another man’s wife choosing him to sleep with, right in front of her husband, too.

Adam led them to the elevator, and that’s where they parted from Andrew. Fawna gave him a little kiss before she stepped in after Adam. When the doors to the elevator slid closed, she offered no reprieve. She pressed the firm length of her body against him and, like it was instinctual, Adam’s wide palms ran down her figure without hesitation. She littered hot kisses along his neck, making a sound somewhere between a moan and a groan strangle itself in his tight throat. Her hand fell between them and she stroked the shape of his cock, making him dizzier by the second. Adam’s palms scooped into the fat of her ass, pinching and squeezing tight enough to elicit a gentle yelp from her mouth that made him grin.

She’d worked him into a frenzy by the time the elevator dinged, and the doors slipped open. An elderly couple waiting in the lobby looked at them with wide, shocked eyes, but Fawna only giggled and, hand wrapped around his, tugged him after her. With a laugh in his mouth he followed, giddy and drunk and needy.

He struggled to get the keycard through the slot at the right time, distracted by her hands on his body, slipping up under his shirt as she pressed her nails and gently raked up his back.

“Mmm,” she moaned, and the little green light finally clicked on the door, the lock slid back and he wrenched the damn handle open.

With his hands on her hips, he pushed her into the wall and chased with his body. His hips dug up against hers, sliding the bulge of his trapped hard-on between her legs. He moaned in her ear and kissed her skin, getting more and more drunk with every taste of her coating his tongue. She made the sweetest sounds, little whines and moans, fingers like spiders scurrying hungrily down his body. She tugged at his shirt and he only paused his feast long enough to lean back and tug it off, letting it fall in a pile on the floor.

“Fuck,” she whispered through kiss-swollen lips, eyes appraising his thick torso and chest. Her fingers pressed up his body, nails skimming his nipples and making him clench his teeth, fighting his eyes as they wanted to roll.

“You like what you see, darlin’?” His low, rough voice was demanding an answer. He was someone else entirely tonight. Someone… someone who’d always been there inside him, but he’d never had the confidence to grab. He was the Hangman, and he was here to collect his dues. Next week he’d worry about the ring and about facing MJF. Tonight… tonight he had her.

“Mhm,” she nodded her head and looked up at him.

“C’mere.” He gripped her wrist – so small, he could easily fit both in one hand – and tugged her gently toward the bed.

Adam didn’t sit her on it. Instead he lowered himself to settle on the edge of the mattress and made her stand in front of him.

“Take off your dress,” he commanded. “I want to see you.”

Fawna turned and pulled her soft brown hair aside so he could help unzip her dress. He watched the peekaboo of soft skin revealed between her shoulder blades and didn’t deny himself from leaning forward and laying a firm kiss there. His lips lingered on her skin as he tasted her. Fawna arched her back and hovered a moment as if wanting more. Adam left her zipper halfway down and gave her ass a little, teasing smack, grinning as she jumped and squealed in playful surprise.

“Take it off,” he said again, both palms flat on the plush comforter as he leaned back to watch her strip for him.

She bit at that full bottom lip again and he clenched, fighting the need to kiss those lips until he bruised them. Fawna reached up, peeling the top of the sleeveless dress slowly down, tormenting him in the best way possible as she revealed inch after inch of smooth skin. She wasn’t wearing the lingerie she’d had on in the picture, but he wasn’t complaining.

Fawna stood in front of him in a matching pink satin bra and panty set, with cream lace trim and matching cream pinstripes. When she turned, Adam’s cock twitched, eyes fallen on the sight of her round, juicy peach of an ass barely caught in those cheeky panties. It was all too easy for him to lean forward, reach and grab her wrist, tugging her into his lap and giving her no time to breathe before he was kissing her and shoving his tongue along hers. His fingers skimmed her stomach, curved into the fat of her thighs, and then pressed between her legs. He stroked her over the material of her panties, just teasing the touch he’d give her, winding her up until she squirmed and whined in his mouth.

They broke apart with a gasp of needed air and he breathed heavy across her face. The pad of his thumb skimmed that sweet, sensitive little button and made her suck in a shaky, gasped breath. He teased her, slowly winding her up as he bent and kissed down her neck, her shoulder, over the tops of her breasts. He latched on to the fat and suckled, rolling the skin between his teeth and pinching gently. With her mouth free, Fawna moaned needy into the room, and drove him to rub her a little harder, but not enough that he’d deliver satisfaction so early.

Adam pulled his hand away and pushed her upwards, so the weight of her ass settled on one of his thick, sturdy thighs and she was sitting up, looking down at him.

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He asked, gently taking her chin in his fingers and turning her face as if appraising her beauty. A smile slipped across his mouth. “Have you been waiting for someone like me to come along?”

“Mhmmm,” she said, eyes pleading with him to put his hands on her again.

“Use your words, darlin’.”

“Yes… I’ve been waiting for you, Adam.”

His thumb and forefinger squeezed her chin a little tighter, and he dropped her gaze, so it could be pinned by his.

“Then show me how badly you want me.” He said, and let her chin go. He gently lifted her leg and guided her to straddle the thick thigh he’d previously sat her on.

Fawna rocked her hips, dragging her panties along the stiff denim of his jeans, gasping and moaning when a particular sweep hit the right mark and sent shivers of pleasure through her thighs. Adam watched, his chest tight and mind buzzing. It was as torturous as it was pleasurable to watch her ride his thigh, her legs shaking at either side of his, the pace growing subtly quicker. His still-trapped cock was thick and hard, twitching and leaking under his clothes. It was almost too much to bear, this tease, but he liked watching her work herself into a frenzy on him.

He liked being the man she wanted to get off on. He liked the confidence it gave him. He liked what it did to him. Who she made him.

Adam’s fingers found her warm hips, and he guided her a little faster, a little faster, enjoying the expressions pleasure made on her cute, round face.

“Don’t cum until I say so,” he said, suddenly firm.

Fawna’s eyelashes fluttered and she bit that lip again, whining.

“Please, Adam,” she drug herself along his hard, muscled thigh and made a soft, desperate little sound.

“Nu-uh,” he whispered, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“But I’m so close,” her brows pinched tight together, her mouth hung open.

“Too bad,” he whispered playfully and, just when it seemed she was going to lose it on the next grind, Adam moved. He pinched her waist and stood up, upsetting their weight and making her stumble off his thigh. He’d brought her right to the edge and snatched her away before she reached nirvana. Frustration pinched her otherwise adorable features, but Adam found he thought she was even cuter all riled up like that.

He’d never let himself have this much fun before and he wasn’t sure if it was the booze still singing in his veins, the pep talk that’d reminded him to get back on his cowboy shit, or Fawna herself. Maybe it was a combination of all three.

He stood up and grimaced as the tight denim of his jeans stretched around his erection.

“Take the rest off and lay back for me, darlin’.”

Adam watched as Fawna climbed onto the bed, purposefully sinking slow into the soft plush mattress, giving him ample view of her ass tucked in those pink, lace-trim cheeky panties. The groan he stifled vibrated in his throat, and he reached down to yank his damn buckle out of the belt’s clasp, letting the leather hang open on either side as he pinched the button of his jeans. He’d just yanked the zipper down when, her sultry brown eyes on his, Fawna peeled the bra from her breasts like she was undoing the gold foil wrapping around some extravagant and far too expensive treat. He ate up the sight of her breasts gently resting, free, and how pretty and inviting her pink nipples were. His mouth went dry and ached, wanting to latch around and suckle her skin until he left pretty little blue bruises.

Hooking his thumb into the denim, he gave it a sharp tug down his thick, blond-hair dusted thighs and stepped out of them, his boots, and his socks. His hard cock was an impressive bulge against the material of his boxers, and he watched her eyes drop to it, just as she had begun to slip her panties down those legs he so badly wanted to taste. A cocksure grin pushed higher into one side of his cheek than the other. He liked her looking at him like that, like only he could make her feel the way she was feeling right now.

Adam liked thinking he was the only man on her mind, even while her own husband had been with them just a little bit ago. Maybe he was enjoying this “swingers” thing more than he thought he would…

She slipped her panties off and dropped them off the side of the bed, laying herself back on the plain white comforter, a vision as she bent her legs and propped herself up on the pillows. Adam took a few seconds to eat the sight of her up, eyes running down her body and letting her see how he watched her and how his body reacted to him watching her. His cock throbbed, painfully filled with blood, the tip leaking pre-cum enough to gently dampen the dark dyed cotton material of his boxers. He pinched the elastic and slid them off, leaving him as nude as she was.

Fawna’s teeth caught her lip – a habit, he was noticing – and her eyes were dark as a new moon night out in the country, away from city lights. She let those eyes fall over every inch of him, and Adam stood a little taller. A little surer of himself.

“You like what you see, baby girl?” He asked and watched her closely to catch every expression she made as she answered. Her eyes flew back up to his.

“Yes,” the word came out in a needy, breathy sigh, and Adam decided he’d had enough teasing.

His weight sank into the bed as he crawled up its length and fell a hungry shadow over her. Her thighs fell apart like the gates to paradise were opening for him, and he was the ravaged soul that needed its heavenly comforts. Adam’s hips rolled hers up, pushing her knees into the air. The tip of his cock – bare, neither of them seemed worried about the lack of protection – sank a mere inch or two into her warm, wet slit. The muscles in his arms trembled, and he wrapped them around her back, curling her into him before he thrust forward and shoved the length of his thick, throbbing cock inside her.

A groan poured hot from his mouth and washed over her face. She answered with a whine of her own, and a small utterance of his name that sounded like a plead. As if she were begging him, convinced he was the only man capable of offering her salvation. One hand stayed wrapped around her and the other slid up her body, palm squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple and rolling it between his fingers before he drew a small yelp that was chased by a moan. That hand traveled on, grabbing each one of her wrists, wrapping his fingers around them – his hand was big enough to catch both – and raising them up over her head. He pinned her and left her unable to touch him, unable to do anything but lay a willing victim to thrust after thrust as he shoved his hips up toward hers, balls slapping the wet slick that covered her ass and his thighs.

A low growl out of his mouth, and his eyes rolled. When they rolled back, he thrust harder. Faster. It didn’t even feel better to rip it up inside her, but it felt good to feel like he had the control, like he had some ungodly strength and power, and he’d leave her bruised and thinking about him well into the next day.

Finally, sweat dripping down the line in the middle of his chest and sticking their skin together, Adam slowed his pace. His breaths fell in hard, heavy waves over her. The muscles in his thighs and ass ached as he gently relaxed them and slipped his hands away from her wrists. He’d pinched them so tight his fingers left soft white marks in her skin. He glanced down at her and caught her deliriously pleasured gaze. It made him smile and laugh on a weak exhale.

“You like that, don’t you darlin’?” He asked her gently, like one would talk to a cute little kitten.

“Yes,” she panted back, and her lips pressed into a smile that made his grow.

“You’re a wild little filly,” he said, playful edge dipping his country drawl deep, “and I’ve got a mind to tame you.”

“That so, cowboy?” She asked, her voice still tight and breathless. She was trying to tease, but he’d affected her and she was struggling to come out of the fog of gratification. It satisfied him to see it.

Adam shifted, lifting his torso off her body and kneeling between her legs, still halfway thrust inside her, never once pulling out. He glanced down where they were joined, saw the fat veins running along his girthy erection, and how he glistened with wet from how messy she’d been thus far. One eyebrow arched with a jump as his eyes slid from that sight, up her naked body, and to her face. A smile hung lazy on his mouth as his big hands grabbed her legs at either side of his body, lifting them and setting her ankles on his broad shoulders. Bringing her legs up helped him push deeper when he slowly leaned forward, sinking the few extra inches and doing it slowly, letting her cunt adjust to what it felt like to be strained by him.

Then, as he started to thrust, Adam’s palm clapped with a spank against her ass. She yelped, and he smacked her again. The fat of her ass rippled, and he clenched his jaw, smacking her again. Harder. There was a red print in the shape of his hand across her pale ass. It made him hungrier. His thrusts came in shorter, harder bursts. He slapped her again.

“Adam!” She screamed his name.

“That’s right darlin’,” he barely managed to squeeze it through the gaps in his teeth, and it was chased by a long groan as a particular thrust sent a shiver through the tip of his head, down his shaft and down his balls. They were sucked up tight to the base of his cock. “Scream my name, let them know – Nnnggghhfuck – let them know who’s the man,” his mind felt fuzzy, drunk on pleasure plunging into her was giving him.

She cried out, moaning as he thrust forward, sinking his hips against hers. He smacked her ass and squeezed hard into the flesh, drawing a cute little yelp out of her lips again. Adam drew his hips back and sank deep inside.

He knew she was close.

“Cum,” he commanded, barely managing to get the word out of his tight throat.

“Adam! Fuck!!!”

She came, her thighs clamping together and her pink painted toes curling on either side of his head. She quivered and twitched and made little sounds of undeniable gratification. The warm, wet muscles of her cunt squeezed and pulled at his already on-the-verge cock. He couldn’t hold off anymore.

With a long moan that started as her name and quickly was lost to sensible words, Adam collapsed forward on her, decorating her insides with ribbons of warm cum. His moan was a long breath over her, and he was victim to do nothing but hold her still as the sensation passed. He became nothing more than a beast, lost to reasonable sense. He was his pleasure. He was the nirvana at finally seizing what he wanted in life and coming out victorious because of it. He was everything Fawna had given to him.

Then, he breathed. He came back down to earth and slowly pushed his body off hers, his arms feeling alienlike in how weak they were. There was a different sort of exhaustion after particularly good sex, like a good cry or an unstoppable laugh that nearly robs you of all air. Cathartic.

Adam smiled down at her and gingerly helped rearrange their limbs to a more comfortable position. He kept himself tucked inside her – just for a moment longer as he slowly softened – and laid down behind her. Fawna happily obliged, curling into his body, seemingly not ready to let him go just yet. His lips pressed a kiss into her temple, and she turned her head to smile up at him.

“You are something else, cowboy.” Her pleasure-exhausted voice was soft, just barely spoken above a whisper.

Adam chuckled behind closed lips and reached to tuck a strand of her brown hair behind her ear, then fell into cradling her face. His thumb skimmed across her soft, round cheek. He stretched, leaning up (and trying not to grunt as his still sensitive cock was shoved a little bit up inside her again) and placed his lips against hers in a sweet, satiated kiss. When he pulled away, he was smiling, and she was too.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” A pause, and he decided to tell her. “Hey, did you know I e-mailed you by mistake?” His grin stretched with amusement.

“Oh, yeah. Absolutely.” She laughed.

“What?! You did?”

“You were so sweet in your e-mail… and, if I’m being honest…” She bit at her lip and Adam was surprised to find that despite being sexually drained in the best way, seeing the sight of it made him hungry all over again. God… he wished he could go at her again. She peered up through her lashes at him.

“What is it darlin’?”

“I didn’t actually expect to get an answer back to my reply to you. I figured you’d tell me it was a mistake and that’d be that. Plus… I may or may not kind of know who you are.” She flashed an innocent smile at him, but it was all too clear it hid the mischief of an imp underneath.

Adam’s blond brows rose up on his forehead.

“You do?”

“I put two-and-two together from your name and then when you introduced yourself as Hangman…well, I just considered myself a lucky girl.” That playful little smile again. It made his palm itch to slap that welted curve of her ass. The little tease… she had to know the effect she had on him.

“And just so you know,” she glanced down their still-joined bodies. “What just happened right now? That was some real cowboy shit.”

#hangman adam page #hangman page #adam page #aew #fanfiction #hangman page fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction #hapedit

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renaer-is-allegedly-hot · 4 years

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session 6

so pdfing and jpging things for tumblr is hard so ur just gonna deal with this have fun

I'm sleepy

Also criminal minds is v good

"rain makes sleepy" or smth I can't process anything rn

"can I just stop.. Stop trying .. With discord"

We're so quiet

And out of it

"if I have an extra belt, I'll just hook it to it" - dom2020, about the loss of his window blinds stick thing

The only people w blinds problems r jacob n dom apparently

Jacob: can we start at 3

Jacob: can we start at 4

Jacob: can we start at 5

Lol ok

If lillian is a reformed horse girl dom is a reformed cow boy

JACOB IS GOING TO REPLACE THE MILK IN DOM'S HOUSE WITH HIS

"I'm going to go to your house and replace the milk in your house with mine"

Dom didn't know males could lactate

Last time we finished downtime w a bomb I guess

An explosion outside of our home

N then we found out the one goblin or smth killed by the explosion was the last key holder of the oh it was a gnomes it was an associate of renaer's father

Asyna given a necklace by a child + asyna's fish spirit thing

We go into mirt's house in one of the sitting rooms

Renaer is pacing and looks concerned n frantic

U missed sylvia's question oops

Ok wait suddenly we started talking about trump and politics what happened

Ok so when it comes to protesters burning stuff like cars and businesses there are a lot of reports that it's not protesters and that it's police and/or random ppl just joining to break things

I haven't looked into that as much but one of the biggest arguments is that ppl who were really protesting wouldn't b burning down the low-income businesses n stuff that have been

Adam asking to renaer and floon if the gnome had a reason to come to our house

Maybe gnome found out ppl were watching and maybe wanted to give us the thing

Adam asking if we need the body

if he didn't have it on him then the authorities would've confiscated

There r speak w dead practices ig

Not really any reason to believe it's not on the body

Mirt asks us to recount the events

Looked like zents

Why would zents want the gnome

Renaer said smth

All of us r flustered from day's events

Theo got 15

One of the neighbors fallah the elf person had said someone wandered off

Adam tells them abt which building the attack probs came from

Asyna brings up necklace and said it was from a puppet

Mirt takes the necklace and is looking at it

Four jewels hanging from the broken necklace, reddish-orange almost marbles

Looks like one of them had been pulled off

Stone impervious to scrying magic

Stone looks like ?????

Either with the police or on the zent or idk

Could ask trench to find it bc expert tracker

Adam runs arcana check on it

Rolls 18, learn it could have smth to do w the element of fire

"can we throw it into the fire?"

Gonna dangle the necklace over the candle

No reaction

Asyna has her deer, summons it

Comes out, paces, looks at asyna expectantly

Naya is a scrying deer so u can tell it to scry

"I'll show naya the necklace, be like, 'scry'"

Jumps around, backs up toward house front then looking for us to follow

Mirt is meeting w associates

Adam: "invite us" . "sometime"

Renaer says he'll lie low probs bc worried abt his fate

Floon says ditto basically

We're following naya and watching it move through the streets

Right as the sun sets make it further into sea ward and then naya stops and returns to the token

Back in the direction of our house toward a gated, walled-off manor house w elegant metal bars blocking some sight and a low wall covering it, locked gate

Building behind it looks two stories tall

You do not recognize the building

No visible guards, just the wall itself

Some light coming in from windows but no one in front of the windows walking around

Some light lit on the second story

Sylvia's gonna jump over it ig but I have to play w thE CHILD

Sylvia wants to use a bear

R we using my dog

Or is asyna turning into a bear

No one's around it's night

We're gonna try picking the lock first ig

Oh nvm we're knocking

Asyna is knocking

Waits a little, no response

Door made out of solid wood but we're just gonna lockpick instead of letting adam destroy it

Theo tries lockpicking, puts ear to door and eventually can't pick open lock

If asyna turns into an animal she can open the door

Squirrel!asyna time does it ez

Rolls 15 for perception

Squirrel!asyna is on the wall, there's a pathway that goes forward and one branching off towards the left to what's probably a guest house

Adam is gonna send message, eventually we notice a groundskeeper w two mastiffs

They're kinda far from us, over 100 ft away they're just making rounds

Asyna might try to unlock the door as a squirrel

Strength check as squirrel

Dogs r getting closer

Asyna can't open it

Could knock when the groundskeepers r closer

When mastiff+groundskeeper come closer we'll try that

OOP just asyna is rolling initiative as a squirrel

Lmao rolled nat20

Asyna might die ???

Climbs up wall again

Gets onto top of wall

Older human gentleman just pulls dogs aside

Groundskeeper says we can't go in and eventually walks away

Adam "not even someone who has official business with the house's master ?"

Rolls a 9, groundskeeper says come back in the sun

There's a dirt path ???? One going forward towards a porch into the main building, and a side path that eventually diverges abt 50 feet up the path further into the courtyard

Not a manor w manicured gardens, otherwise just p flat

We're gonna stealthily run for it

We make it to the main door of the house, it's unlocked - doesn't even look like it could be traditionally locked bc it's just a display door

We forgot to lock the door we left

60 feet away

Adam is giving me bardic inspiration whispered

He's playing a soft lullaby

You RUN

Can kinda shut it, to left you see the two dogs and groundskeeper but they don't notice you and you sneak back

We go into the villa

Go in, shut the door haha frozen computer

We enter and see immediately to the left 15 ft away a shut door, further down the hallway a long dinner setup

Dinner table turned over on its side

Staircase and another set of doors to right

But most of all there r dead bodies littered in the hallway

Probs 10ish

Some dressed in typical guardsmen attire w spears, smaller number of bodies covered in zents attire

We hear sounds of active fighting upstairs

Inspect the dead bodies

No one recognized, one of them collapsed in front of a doorway leading into a

Five different exits including door we came from and stairs

Check the other exits

Naya is summoned but it doesn't work

Oh bc it's once a day

Nvm there are four different doorways

One w a guard slumped over in front of it

Go to door to immediate left

Adam stealthily cracks door open, looks like a storage room

There's a skinny 5ft wide staircase to the right

Gonna check another door

Peek into another room w two human men dressed in black zent robes w maces at their belts and at the sound of the door, turn and r shocked for a second

Cel goes first

Groot gets 6 for initiative idk if there r any modifiers

They're running forward to attack

U roll 17+4 for first insight

U have sneak attack against one of the targets

14 pts of damage gOD I'M SO SORRY Y'ALL I TOOK A FAT MINUTE

U run up and stab him and he looks p heavily wounded

Cel has tripped and fallen for reasons

U get 4 damage he tries to hit u in the head so the wooden part of the mace hits ur head

Asyna

Pulls out ice knife

21 to hit, going for the one that hit me

Rolls a 1 LMAO

Ice knife

Couldn't hit him w full attack but secondary part of the attack hit him and has some damage

Adam

Runs into line of sight, they look cut up but not bloodied

Casts vicious mockery on the one u stabbed

Points at hole in gut "I bet the hole in ur gut is not as large as the hole in your heart"

4 damage

Theo

Strikes and misses

Groot

2 damage

Dom's gonna

kill my dog

Other guy attacks theo

Hits

U do 5 damage

Ok so

Ig every time u fight

U can use sneak attack ??

9 pts to damage

Ok I think ur using sneak attack wrong

Adam technically saved ur dog

Asyna

Rolls nat20 to hit

Rolls

Kills the guy

"I mean, shillelagh"

Howls in pain, slumps over on the ground

It's the bald one the guy u stabbed

Adam

Casts vicious mockery

Threatens baldness

2 damage

Theo

2, no hit

Groot

Doesn't hit

Other guy

Trying to hit theo

Hits

3 damage

Aerana

Shortsword

6 damage

Asyna

8 to hit

12 hits

7 damage

Siiiiiis imagine killing both of them wait is he dead

Oop he's not dead yet tho

Adam

Vicious mockery

Lives

Theo

16 to hit

ROLLS A ONE

LILLIAN

Four damage

BRUH

Groot misses

Other guy

Drops his weapon

Adam walks into the room

"hey buddy . What's goin on ?"

Persuasion check at disadvantage

Might as well kill

You kill, groot pushes adam so adam doesn't see

#sn #6 #dnd #d&d #wdh #lmao #mn

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dokidoki-tae · 5 years

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Injuring/Scaring Their S/O with their Stands

(Okay so I woke up at 2.30 am and it came to me and I started typing Risotto’s scenario at the moment. Then I stopped and went back to sleep because I knew this would take long, and I needed to wake up early.)

Scenario: So these guys are restless and you decide it’s a good idea to wake up assassin. S/O is not a stand user but knows about them; their guy just says it’s like having powers lol. 🤪🤪🤪🤪

Risotto: His s/o had been woken by his restlessness and watched him nervously, seeing droplets of sweat run down this face and small grunts escape his lips. He was soaking the bed, but your concern was his behavior. He was usually calm and composed. It's the first time seeing him like this, and it scared you. Building up nerve you shifted carefully and hover over him to get a look at his face, reaching out to caress it. When your fingertips touch his skin, his eyes shoot open, wide-eyed and feral. They looked at you but didn't see you. In this state, to him, you were something to exterminate. You back away only to feel unimaginable pain in your throat. It was something you had never felt before. Your hands go directly to your throat and vomit our 3 razor blades. You cry out, so bloodcurdling that it brings Risotto out of his stupor and pulls back Metallica. Your screams will forever haunt him. His calls to you, panicked and cradles you, sweat dripping down onto you. You quiet down and shake in his arms. There is a knock on the door, likely concerned neighbors. Due to your injury, Risotto has to be the one to tell them everything is fine. His appearance leaves the skeptical but doesn't press the matter. Going back to you now calmer, he assesses you, concluding your injuries are not life-threatening. You eventually fall asleep, but you end up building a fever as the night progresses. Risotto can no longer sleep and watches over you. He calls your work to tell them you will not be coming in and asks Prosciutto to take over his work that day. Prosciutto is annoyed that Risotto gave him short notice but Risotto's sober tone was enough to keep any comments to himself. When he goes back to you after making these calls, even in your frail state, you joke about getting injured more often if it means getting to put work off. Risotto can't muster a smile or laugh, his heart heavy from hurting you. He gets in bed and holds you.

Prosciutto: You never knew whether Prosciutto was having a bad dream because he always looks angry and distraught. One night you took a picture of him to show him, and he took your phone and deleted the picture. He assures you that that is just how he sleeps. You leave it alone. So it’s nothing new to see him like that when you’re in bed. He’s fallen asleep before you, remaining awake to finish a novel he had suggested. As the night progresses, Prosciutto swifts every now and then, causing you to pause and look over at him before returning to your book. He’s more restless than he normally is, but it’s not a concern of yours. If you try to wake him, he’s going to be upset and tell you to stop being fixated on his sleeping habits and patterns. Finally, you get through the novel, finding the ending bittersweet, if not, tragic. Of course, Prosciutto would be a fan of this. You write on a couple of sticky notes about your thoughts, so you don’t forget to bring up certain points with you discuss it with Prosciutto. Before turning off the light, you move to give a night kiss to Prosciutto's sour face. At first, his expression was a matter of concern, but now it’s kinda funny. You love to kiss his knitted brown because sometimes it relaxes. Prosciutto uncharacteristically shifts in sleep again. It’s not something you think too much about until you go to kiss him. As soon your lips touch him, he grabs you by the next and throws you on the ground, hand still on your neck. Your body starts to feel odd. Your muscles and bones ache. You can feel your skin dry and your teeth ache. A weird sensation engulfs your entire body and your voice croaks when you call Prosciutto’s name. You weakly reach out to him and notice the hand that touches him is old and wrinkly. You’re too weak to react with shock, fear, horror, or terror. Youth and life are leaving your body. Unsure how, but Prosciutto comes to his senses and releases you, and you start to feel normal again. Due to the trauma, his stand caused, you still lose consciousness. The last thing you hear is Prosciutto calling your name. You wake up, sore and tired. Prosciutto is sleeping on a chair next to your side. He’s has your hand wrapped around his, holding it tightly. You blink several times until you remember last night. You practically jump out of bed, alarming him. You run to the bathroom and look yourself over. You’re okay; it was all a dream? Turning, you see Prosciutto in the doorway, guilt clear on his face. He walks over and embraces you, apologizing for hurting you. Standing silently, letting him hold you, you eventually comfort him, saying that you’re okay. That’s what matters. Prosciutto isn’t convinced, but you can see his face relax. You stare at each other, looking lovingly into each other’s eyes. Then you comment, “so do you think I look hot old?” Prosciutto lets out a single chuckle before shutting you up with another kiss.

Pesci: Pesci often comes to your place looking distraught, distressed, and scared. You know that he’s in the mafia, so that means he must see some traumatizing things. He’s often restless and mumbles things in his sleep. He often wakes up crying, and you’re there to comfort him in every way you can. You sing to him mostly, and he almost always manages to go back to sleep, and it’s enough to keep him calm until morning. This time he came and was visibly shaken, mumbling words like “crushed” “blood” and “everywhere.” A chill went down your spine. He walked passed you and to your bedroom, unable to look you in the eyes. For you, it was still early to go to bed, but Pesci looked emotionally and mentally exhausted. When it was time to go to bed, Pesci was tense, and it hurt to see him like that. You wanted to wake him up and comfort him then and there, but knew it was best for him to seek you out. You moved to sit on his end, but your weight shifting the bed was enough to startle him and swung in your direction. You couldn’t see it, but when he swung, a fishing line came out of his finger and hooked into your mouth and out your cheek. You were yanked and hit the wall. The slam knocked the air out of you. When Pesci saw you, he broke down and cried and sobbed, apologizing over and over. Beach Boy was still activated and the line still your mouth. You had a feeling this was the “power” Pesci had mentioned; you couldn’t help but laugh, never thinking it would be used on you. You point to your mouth, hoping Pesci would get the idea. He does and releases Beach Boy; he goes to hold your hand and cries more. You pat his head, kiss his forehead, pointing out that your injury wasn’t that bad. You wonder how you’ll hide the small hole on your mouth though.

Formaggio: You come home from work and find Formaggio in his usual spot: your old recliner you’ve wanted to toss for months. But Formaggio insists on keeping it because it’s so comfortable, and it holds so many good memories, he says with a wink. The recliner’s back is towards you, making it so you can’t see him. Due to the lack of snoring, you assume he’s awake though he’s not doing anything. You call and mention your home, expecting a “hi” as you hang out coat and purse in the nearby closet. When you get nothing, you walk over to him and peek to see him with furrowed brows and a scowl instead of his usually drooling, relaxed smile. You stare at him, observing his grimaced expression. You assume he’s having an uncomfortable dream, so you plan on leaving him to wake up on his own. Though temptation gets the best of you, and you decide to poke his cheek, but he swats your hand away as he shifts his position, still asleep. When he did that, he somehow cut your hand. It’s small, but you’re still annoyed. With a huff, you go into the kitchen to make dinner. As time progresses, you start to feel something is off. Everything seems so much bigger, and you soon notice you’re getting smaller. You scream and run over to Formaggio, trying to shake him awake. To show him what’s happening to you. But you’ve gotten to the point where your shakes and voice are too weak to do anything. He’s always been a heavy sleeper but this was ridiculous. You’re panicking, unable to think of a way to get out of this. Eventually, you’re small enough that you could fit in his pocket. You’re standing by his feet, looking up, unable to process what’s going on. You’re brought out of your shock when you see one of Formaggio’s cat’s prowling towards you. Your face drain and you start kicking Formaggio’s feet, desperately trying to wake up, but it does nothing. The cat pounces towards you, bumping into Formaggio, and waking him. He clicks his tongue and kicks his feet at the cat, annoyed. Stretching, he looks towards the kitchen and sees your keys are there, and calls your name. When he doesn’t hear you respond, he starts looking around the room. His eyes eventually fall on the cat that leaped at him and notices something between its paws; it caught something, Formaggio notes. He peers to see what it is and his heart jumps to his throat. It’s his turn to leap and lunge towards the cat, grabbing the nape of its neck and taking you into his other hand. He puts the cat outside and gently holds you in his palm. You’re in a catatonic state when you start to go back to regular size. Formaggio carries you and sits you on the chair, cupping and caressing your face. He says your name, hoping to get some reaction. For several minutes, you could only stare straight ahead, looking past him due to shock. Formaggio is unease until he sees tears roll down your cheeks and sobs escape your throat. Letting out a sigh of relief that you’re still responsive, he moves to sit next to you and comfort you the best he can.

Melone: Melone was always working on the computer of his. He claimed it was his “stand,” the thing that gave him his power. It looked like a regular laptop to you, but you didn’t question it. When it was time for bed, you called to him, asking him to join you. As much as he wanted to have you in his arms and have a pleasant and restful sleep, he needed to get some things done by tomorrow but promised he would join you soon. With a good night kiss (and a squeeze of your ass for good measure), you went off to bed. It was 2 am when you woke up with the need to use the bathroom and when you noticed Melone had yet to come to bed. After relieving yourself, you went to go find Melone in the same place he was when you left him. It was dark and you couldn’t see anything but his silhouette, but you assumed he was asleep because he wasn’t moving. Instead of leaving him there, you go to wake him up and bring him to bed with you. When he falls asleep while sitting, he always notes that he ends up sore; he’d appreciate you looking over him, calling you his guardian angel. You can’t make out his face, but his breathing is unsteady and ragged. “Melone?” You grab his arm, and then you feel something jump at you, knocking you over on your ass. You can’t see what jumped out at you, but you shuffle while on the ground, too scared to stand until you hit the wall. You look around and see a shadow move around, too human to be an animal; you didn’t have pets anyway. It had human arms and legs. What the hell was that? It was a good thing you went to the bathroom because you were sure you’d be pissing all over yourself now. The thing was getting closer to you, and you were frozen in place. And then you felt it on you, grabbing you and tugging at your flesh. You were terrified, but eventually found your voice and yelled Melone’s name over and over again, crying for him. “Amore?!” Melone sounded tense and frantic. His eyes adjusted quicker than yours did due to the nature of his work, and he saw his stand on you. He quickly removed it from you and tossed it to the side, more concerned about you. He feels you trembling, and you jump when he touches you. He reassures that he’s there and nothing will hurt you now. You sob and reach to find his face for reassurance. Once you do, you throw your arms around his neck and cry into his shoulder. He strokes your back, calming you, and carries you to bed, unable to let you go.

Illuso: More often than not, you’re always asleep before Illuso comes home from his job. It has always been like this, and you have grown to become accustomed to this pattern. You wished he’d come home earlier so you can go to bed together, but it can’t be helped. There were a few times where you’ve been awake when he’s come home, but that’s mostly because you were binge-watching television series. He scolds you for staying up so late to watch your silly television programs, and you scold him for always coming home late and making you go to bed so many nights alone. Other times you wake up with him sitting hunched over the bed, having fallen asleep as he undressed. It was on this night where the same thing had happened. You’re woken up because you feel a presence in the room, and you look to see Illuso sitting and unmoving. ‘Poor thing,’ you think. He’s so tired he couldn’t make it to bed. You shift out of the cover and out of the bed and go to stand in front of him. Looking, you see that he had fallen asleep. His face was resting on his palm and he looked like he had a headache, but he was sleep. He managed to undone 3 of his six pigtails before knocking out. He looked so cute to you, you just wanted to kiss him. But if he was this tired, it was best that you didn’t. Humming softly, you go to undo the rest of his pigtails when you feel something push your stomach, and you stumble backward and hit your bedroom mirror. Or so you thought. You fell and you fall back into your bedroom? But everything seems backward. What’s going on? You look for Illuso but he isn’t around. You start to panic. He was just there. Something in your stomach told you you weren’t where you thought you were. You look at the mirror you thought you hit, but then you see Illuso there in the same position. You bang on the mirror, calling and screaming his name but nothing. He’s dead asleep. You eventually give up and sit on the bed, contemplating what to do and eventually conclude it was best to just wait for Illuso to wake up. By noon Illuso is awake and clicks his tongue for falling asleep like that once again. He turns to see you’re gone. Unsurprising seeing as you’re normally awake before him especially when he arrives home late. He then sees something from the corner of his eye and turns to look at your mirror, looking closer he can see you, upset and tired. Your hair is a mess, your arms are crossed, you have bags under your eyes. Swiftly, he goes, reaches into the mirror and pulls you out. “Tesoro, I don’t know how this happened. I’m sorry.” He cups your face and kisses the bags formed under your eyes. You pout and punch his stomach weakly, calling him an “asshole.” He can only apologize, fighting back a smirk, guilty for scaring and depriving you of sleep. But he also finds you cute like this. He’s a masochist. He leads you to bed and lays you on his chest, promising to make it up to you. You pout more but agree. You began to fall asleep, but not before mumbling, “Your power is kinda lame...” Illuso frowns but decides to let you off the hook this time considering what he put your through.

Ghiaccio: You’re used to Ghiaccio moving around in bed; you’re used to him taking your covers; you’re used to him ranting in his sleep. You were not used to tears while he slept. You woke up to a kick in the ribs and a smack on the forehead, and you intended to give him a piece of your mind but stomached as soon as you saw his curled form, wrapped in his own blanket, eyes squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed and shaken with gritted teeth. Was he having a nightmare? Your stomach twists and wonders what to do in this situation. Should you wake someone who’s having a such a severe nightmare. While thinking, Ghiaccio yells, still asleep. You call him, yell his name repeatedly, but it doesn’t reach him. He yells again, and you grab his shoulders and shake him, fear taking over. Instantly, you feel frigidness engulf your body, biting and piercing your skin, mostly your face. You’re stuck and can’t move, still conscious and in pain. Bringing out White Album was enough to finally bring Ghiaccio back to reality, and the color drained from his face when he saw what he had done.. He releases his stand to melt away the ice but can already see the damage done. You’re falling and his catching you, tongue-tied from shock for losing control and hurting you. He tends to your injuries with shaky hands. When you fall back asleep, he felt it was best to sleep somewhere else even when you insisted it would be okay. The next morning he sees the reddening of your skin, mostly on your face and neck. For the next couple of weeks, Ghiaccio is surprisingly gentle with you.

#jjba #la squadra #risotto nero #prosciutto #pesci #formaggio #melone #illuso #ghiaccio #jojo hcs #reader insert #vento aureo #?????????????#these came out long im sorry for any ooc and general trash

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marvelmymarvel · 5 years

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Aim For My Heart

Part 7/15

Lewis Nixon x Sniper!Marshall!Reader

Synopsis: As a Female Snipper for Easy company, you certainly do get a lot of attention, but the only attention you want is from Lewis Nixon. In the deadly mix called love in a war in which you had no business being in, will you and Lew make it out alive?

Trigger Warning: Panic Attack

A/N: In case I haven't stated this yet, Lewis is not married in this story. Okay that is all lol

December 10th, 1944

Mourmelon-le-Grand, France

You were perched on Lew's lap as Harry poured him some coffee while Richard was looking at some plans and talking about how small Easy company had truly become. Most of them were replacements, including your new CO, whom you hated. “How’s Lieutenant Dike doing?” Lew asked out loud as he adjusted you on his lap. “Three weeks in Holland and the guys are already calling him foxhole Norman” Harry stated as he handed Lew his coffee. “He's horrible” you grumbled down to Lew as your rubbed your head in annoyance.

He rolled his eyes at you, knowing full well how much you really hated the new Lieutenant. You wouldn't shut up about him. “Well, and you didn't hear this” he stated up at you before turning back to the two men “They’re talking about a mid-March action at the earliest, so, we train the guys for three months, we jump into Berlin, we end the war.”

“If only it was that easy” you grumbled lowly as you grabbed his cup of coffee and took a drink of it. Cringing at the bitterness you looked down at it disgustedly before looking at a smirking Lew. There was a reason he drank it black. The reason was that you wouldn't take it unless it had a shit ton of sugar. “The only thing holding together “Easy Company” is the NCO’s, Toccoa men” Winters continued on and you interjected as you handed back the cup of coffee.

“Mmm now you see, I agree with that statement” you interjected causing Richard to roll his eyes playfully at you as Lew shifted you once more on his lap. A knock sounded out and you turned your head back to see one of the ‘receptionists’ come in. “Sir, there's a sergeant Guarnere here to see you,” the boy said and your face lit up as you saw Bill enter. “Hi Bill!” you called out as he walked in and saluted you all. Bill shook Lew’s free hand and you smiled at him sweetly. You were thankful to have Guarnere back, maybe then the men would listen. Maybe. Leaning back against Lew, you listened to Guarnere trying to talk to Winters. Your smile fell though when you realized that Dick wasn't really listening as he was trying to focus on his work. “Great” Bill whispered and you sighed out quietly before looking down at Lew to see he was already watching you. Squeezing your hip he gave you a questioning look as to why your mood went south so fast. You just shook your head and climbed off of him, moving over to the maps that were behind Richard. Bill walked out and Lew set his cup of coffee down before speaking once more. “Well, I guess now’s as good a time as any” Lew started and you looked back to see a piece of paper in between his fingertips. “What's that, a piece of paper? I don’t wanna see another piece of paper” Dick retorted and you snorted before turning back to the maps. You knew what Lew was giving him, but you argued with him about whether or not DIck would actually take the vacation. “General Taylor has flown back to Washington, he’s left General Mcauliffe in charge of the division. Colonel Sink is in Rheims to see Marlene Dietrich.”

“Marlene Dietrich is in Rheims?” Harry interjected and you rolled your eyes. “At the U.S.O” Lew answered and Harry firmly stated that he was going to Rheims. “Men” you whispered out as you traced down a line that was drawn on the map. “Strayer will be in London for at least another week for Lt. Colonel Dobies wedding. I personally am heading back to Aldbourne to look up a certain young lady.”

Your heart stopped at those words and your finger stilled on the paper. Turning back to Lew with a concerned look on your face, you fixed it before he looked at you. “What are you telling me?” Dick asked nonchalantly as if he didn't hear his best friend just admit to possibly cheating on you. “You, my friend, are headed to Paris” Lew stated finally before throwing down the slip of paper. “That's a 48-hour pass, it’s been decided that you need a little dose of civilization. Bon Voyage” Lew started once more despite Dicks clear disinterest. A knock sounded out and your head snapped up to the boy in the door. “Miss Marshall. Your father is on the line” he called out and you nodded before swiftly leaving the room. Lew didn't notice a difference in the mood, but Dick did. As the door closed Dick looked to where you exited. He sighed out deeply and Lew cocked his head “What's your deal?” Lew whispered and Dick just shook his head, “You didn't even notice?” Dick questioned incredulously. How could his best friend not see what he had just done? “’A certain young lady’” Dick repeated firmly “Now she thinks you’re cheating on her Lew, way to go” Dick whispered out as he examined the pass. Lew’s eyebrows scrunched up and he realized what he said, “Oh shit” Lew whispered before standing up and rubbing the back of his neck. He messed up, but maybe you would let it go. You were coming with him to Aldbourne after all. And he wasn't cheating on you, not at all. You trusted him... Yeah, you trusted him and would let it go.

He was very wrong though. You would not let it go and it harbored your whole being until the truth came out.

“Bye Daddy, give Mamma a kiss for me” you whispered out into the phone before hanging up. It was quiet in the room for a few seconds before the emotions hit you all at once.

Inhaling sharply, you put your hand to your mouth, trying to fight back the tears that were forming in your eyes. Your heart was breaking. What if he was cheating. What if he really was going to leave you. He was going to Aldbourne to hook up with this certain young lady, and there was nothing you could do about it. The emotions overtook you, you couldn't stop the tears anymore. Leaning forward, you scrunched up your face from the pain as you silently sobbed.

A tear fell from your eye as you inhaled sharply up at the ceiling. Ground yourself y/n, you would repeat over and over again. You opened your eyes towards the ceiling and gasped for breath like a fish out of water, but you couldn't seem to even take in any amount of air. Closing your eyes once more, you tried to stop the tears and this time, you were successful. Your fingers were clutching onto the arms of the chair where you sat in the office. Your breathing became stable as you relaxed your body back into the chair. It was so quiet in the little office that you were in, you didn't even know who this office was even for, all you knew was that you just cried like a baby in it. You opened your eyes to look forward at the door that was across the office. Sniffling, you opened the drawers, trying to find a tissue or something that you could compose yourself with. Finding some tissues, you stood shakily and walked over towards the large mirror, the reflection scared you. You looked like a wreck. You certainly felt like one. This was not the strong little Y/n that your father raised. No. This Y/n was broken and over stupid words that had no meaning. You let out a little sob which you covered with your hand. Those were lies, those words had meaning. Shaking your head, you brought the tissue up to your face to begin wiping the tears away. “Goddamnit Y/n. Compose yourself” you whispered angrily at your reflection as you kept wiping the tears hastily away. They finally stopped rolling down your cheeks and you eventually looked somewhat presentable. The door opened and you whirled around quickly, hiding the tissues behind your back as if they would get you in trouble. “Lew” you whispered out confusedly as he stepped in and towards the middle of the room “What are you doing here?” you asked innocently before clearing your throat. You tried to act natural and he cocked his head at you. He knew. “This is my office baby doll” he stated as your head snapped towards the nameplate that rested on the desk. ‘Lewis Nixon’, of-freaking-course they put you in your boyfriend's office. “Ah. My bad” you stated awkwardly before coughing and turning back to him. “I’ll be going now” you whispered as you tried to walk past him but he just grabbed your wrist softly, stopping you in your place behind him. He turned back to you before pulling your body back to him. Cupping your cheek he sighed deeply. The words bubbled up in your throat, you couldn't stop them.

“Whos the little young lady?” you growled out angrily. Now, now the sadness was gone and you were livid. He looked at you remorsefully before leaning down to kiss you. You backed out of his grasp and shook your head, “Are you cheating on me?” you seethed out. Angry tears formed in your eyes and you hated being so emotional, especially when it came to him. “No. Y/n” he started as he rubbed his face anxiously. He couldn't tell you what he was going to do, but he knew how to calm you down and make you forget the stupid words. “Baby, you’re coming with me to Aldbourne, so don't you dare even think that I’m cheating on you” he angrily stated once he saw your disbelieving eyes. “I am?” you croaked out. As a regular old Private, you never really got the chance to get out of the hell that you called home. He chuckled lowly before shaking his head at the ground. Caressing your cheek with his thumb, he just smiled lovingly at you before lowering his face to yours. “Of course you are coming with me. I’m not leaving my girl alone with a creepy Lieutenant” he teased and you just giggled. His lips touched yours softly and you pushed your head up more to deepen it as his hands fell to your hips. Pulling you closer, he held you tightly to him. “Don’t you ever think that I would cheat on you. I would be a fool to.” he hummed out before pecking your nose and backing away. His hand went behind you to close the door, locking it, he pulled back to be face to face with you. “How about I show you how much I really love you.”

December 12th, 1944

Aldbourne, England

You were enjoying the adventure that you and Lew were currently on. The restaurant wasn't too crowded, and you were enjoying the privacy that you two had alone in the corner. “You look absolutely beautiful, baby” he whispered before drinking some of his whiskey as you grabbed your wine glass. You blushed at his sweet remarks and smiled bashfully down at your wine. “You don't mean that” you stated quietly as you took a long sip of the sharp red liquid. “Oh... I always mean it” Lewis whispered and your eyes snapped up to his as you lowered the glass from your lips. Biting your lip, you sighed out a deep and loving breath. “How did I get so lucky?” you sighed out melodiously as you reached your hand out to grab his which rested on the table. Euphoria filled your veins at the simple feel of his warm hand under yours. You loved this man. “I ask the same thing every single time I look at you” he whispered back as he enveloped your hand in his. Rubbing his thumb along your knuckles, he lifted it and pressed little kisses on each knuckle. He looked at his watch and sighed. “Let's get out of here” he stated finally before standing to pull you up from your seat.

You got out of the bathtub carefully. You both rented out a house for the 48-hour pass and you were thankful that it had a bathroom with actual running water. And a bath. Oh, that bath. Drying off your hair, you slipped into a clean pair of shorts and one of Lew’s shirts. Stepping out of the bathroom, you looked around the bedroom in confusion. “Lew?” you called out as you walked more into the silent room. He wasn't in the bed and he wasn't in the little office. “Lew?” you called out a little louder as you opened up the bedroom door, looking up and down the hallway you began to walk towards the stairs which led to the little kitchen and living room. At the bottom of the stairs, you flipped on the lights but didn't find him at the kitchen table. Fear enveloped you.

‘A certain young lady in Aldbourne’

His words circled more and more in your brain. “Lew!?” You called out more frantically as you ran through the house to get to the living room. The only other place he could have been. “Lew,” you stated once more before flipping on the lights. You were hoping to see him standing there in the middle of the room with a look that made you feel silly for ever thinking he left you. But...

The room was empty.

And so were you.

You walked over to the couch, grabbing onto the arm you sat down shakily. Were you breathing? Breathe. Inhaling slowly you tried to ground yourself. He was cheating. Your hand shot to your mouth in shock. Shaking your head, you urged your tears away. Standing up swiftly, you walked angrily towards the bedroom shutting the lights off as you went. You would wait for him. And he would have some explaining to do. But the explanation you would get.

Was not what you thought it would be.

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#lewis nixon imagine #lewis nixon imagines #lewis nixon #band of brothers imagines #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers #aim for my heart

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boobachu · 5 years

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The T.C. rambles while watching a force awakes

Re-watching star wars 7 to see if out of the 3D headache IMAX theatre, if it’s any better.

I still hate parody Han Solo guy, like he reminds me of post-Black Knight Sonic the Hedgehog. Just really unfunny and trying way too hard to be hip and internet savvy or something.

I don’t think anything will change my opinion that he shoulda been a bit character.

I’ve decided to commentate the whole fucking movie so read on if you dare.

Rey’s making space bread. It’s very gross.

I doubt anything will change my opinion that she’s the best star wars character.

Oh God BB-8

HBomberguy ruined BB-8 for me. Whenever I see him all I hear is

L I T T L E W H I T E C U C K - B A L L L L L L

I guess Rey doesn’t like him either, I forgot this part.

I wish they got rid of the Dorito Destroyer.

Oh boy Darth Helmet is interrogating Lone Star.

Kylo Ren has the stupidest helmet.

There’s subtitles on this so I learned the guy’s name is Poe

RRRAAAAAAAAAAAA

Like Kylo Ren is really badass in the first half I remember this, like he stops a God damn laser blast.

Would you sell BB-8 for 60 meals?

Oh hey

Ugh what’s his name... the storm trooper’s gonna take Poe outta here.

You need a pilot. LOL

I guess Poe is alright, just his first impression was very dumb.

Oh snap it’s hooked down. What kinda name is Hux that’s stupid.

Ha hah shootin’ em down just like Annie in ep 1.

Get fucked command center.

Why do they still have Twin Ion Engine fighters?

I guess we still drive cars so eh...

Ah his name is Finn now, I guess he is a clone? or something?

Maybe they have multiple types of clones. I wonder if they still use Jango Fett...

Fucking proton torpedos!!!

Ah yeah I forgot Finn just wants to GTFO

Trailer shot. Nice.

Oh wait I can turn off subtitles. Good that was disorienting me.

And Poe dies... a great fake-out you thought parody han solo was a protag, but no this is the story of Finn, the storm trooper defecting from nazi hell-space to find his own life on Jakku or wherever.

He keeps Poe’s jacket for cover, very poetic. HAH

POE-ETIC God why did I hate this movie again?

If there’s a Kylo Ren, where is Kylo Stimpy?

Oh God Finn no don’t ugh drank the slop water ugh no why ugh

Finn goes to save Rey cuz white knight trope. Rey can handle herself like a ‘90s chick. Hey she’s a pit chick she’s got a staff.

RUN FINN RUN

Rey fuck taser what

Finn’s having a lousy life.

Poor basketball’s friend died. I feel like the story is rushing.

Like I expected more of a build-up not “SPIT OUT THE EXPOSITION FUCKIN”

Ah, storm troopers...

Rey doesn’t want your cooties, Finn.

Fucking TIE fighters fuck

Is Finn dead? No he just nappin’

Everything exploding!

THE GARBAGE’LL DO

God damn Millenium cheeseburger.

I can do this I can do this

HOW DO YOU FLY A CHEESEBURGER

Fucking karma’s a cheeseburger, that’s what you get for callin’ the SS you loser

The action scenes are choice

Ah Dorito ruins.

Oh I remember this part just

TIE DOWN

oh no Finn down

here it comes

G E T R E A D Y

fucking engine exhaust TIOGHT

HARD RIGHT

WOOOOOO

Takin’ the shot yeah

Space

CHUCK A SHIT

ohp

Kylo is Mado

NERD RAGE

AAAAAAAAAA

Kylo is such a 12 year old in 2003.

GIRL?! THERE WAS A WOM?!?!?!?!? XDDD fucking loser

pweese BB-8 help I dunno what I do

fucking lighter thumbs up

Damn Finn what a nerd. “Got a boyfriends? a boyfriend?”

oh no they got garbage dayed

come on Rey gas them gas them all

oh great it’s Han Solo and Chewie

oh wait he used to be Han Solo

What is he now Han Oriana? Whatever Leia’s last name was I never could spell it.

Damn buncha everything happens

Oh great it’s big eyed billy joe armstrong and his O-nauts

WE WUNT OR MUNEY BAEK NAU

oh boy more losers.

It’s all over for Solo.

Ah shit just unleashed things.

There goes the neighborhood just fucking angry meatballs of death AND HE FEEDS THAT DUDE TO IT

oh shit it quiet

Rey is allalone...

Fucking Finn I turn my head a sexond and the meatball caught him.

Get to da cheeseborger

“I never ask that question until after I’ve done it”

Just lightspeed dashed I swear he looks like british billie joe armstrong.

Damn giant fish thing on planet deadly pokeball.

Who is supreme leader he is stupid ugly stupid.

Oh his dad’s Han Solo wow way to blow it spoiler alert fucking why didn’t they save that for the end who wrote this crap oh he was a hologram.

Damn babuy chewie

Ah the new hope plot.

I dunno they twist it enough to make it feel fresh so eh.

Ah a planet of islands... the scenery reminds me of ep 2

“Did you just call me ‘Solo’?”

Women always figure out the truth, always.

There needs to be a han solo inspirational poster that says that.

A job? The fabled... job? You offer job?

Rey has a home? I thought she was just a wayfarer.

Don’t stare “At what?” any of it XDDDDD

Yeah this story feels like it’s going too fast like what’s going on.

HAAAN S O L O

Wait she’s hot for Chewbakka?

Man this band sucks.

Oh great fucking droid nark NARK

Weird lady narks NARKS EVERYTHWIER

Oh boy Darth Helmet is brooding.

Fucking Darth Vader. Kylo Ren is such a fanfiction.

Like, the idea of a warrior of light choosing darkness is something you seldom see done, but... eh... I guess? IRL kids no like most nazis are privilidged and a decade ago would be seen as nerds.

what’s this

what are you doing

The eyes of a man who wants to run

Finn need go bye-bye

Oh wait storm troopers are stolen, not bred. That’s worse like

Finn is really shiny there who does his makeup?

Rey sure didn’t care he was a storm trooper LOL

The screams... they becon me...

Finally a fresh feeling scene.

WHAT’S IN DA BOX

fucking lightsaber

T R I G G E R E D

Is she clairvoyant? I dond’t remember this part.

Is this special edition?

FUTURE

I like specs. She cool.

FUCK D A FORCE

Oh boy nazis

Fucking screamy bitch XDDD

FIST UP why are the nazis doing the fist up this is upsetting.

PEW

How does the laser split up into shit and what is this planet?

Like this is supposed to be dramatic but... you literally don’t know any of those people or any of those planets. This should have been episode 8 or 9 after establishing those planets.

W H A T A W A S T E

oH BOY Finn got da lightsabah

BEASTS

There goes that dump, way to go Rey it’s your fault I guess BLANKS

Way to kill that soldier

MURDER SPREE

Oh boy Kylo Ren, what a hoot that guy.

wait is this the part?

Han Solo so has the force like if his force3 ghost isn’t in the movie

YOU HAAAVE ONE

Han Solo what a goof

TRAITOR

M E L E E B A T T L E

Fucking just like in Empire except it’s not Yoda hallucination probably.

Caughted

THE RESISTIES

The x-wing is still the coolest thing like Sonic knew that.

Damn Finn calm down it’s just a pilot.

Rey is in weird jungle o no

She just got godlike and Ren is gonna break that killstreak

MELEE OP

Fucking using cheater force

Kylo you sound like such a dork

That cross saber is still stupid where’s the minorah saber

Nooo Rey!!!

C’mon Finn melee them

fucking lightsaber the whole first order you can do it

just

throw it at the ship

just

throw

and the bad guys win

C-3P0 you mother fucker

Changed your hair

Same Jacket

I can’t believe Carrie Fisher is dead.

The resisties are kinda boring looking.

Oh look it’s Poe, he’s alive somehow.

Maybe the second time I’ll get the good explanation.

Oh no, there’s no good explanation he just wasn’t there.

L A A A A A A A A A A M M M E.

Okay we’re past a new hope kinda in empire strikes back territory and the ending is the last jedi. Like I totally get people being upset that this is basically the original trilogy in a nutshell.

Damn dead R2-D2

Wait C-3P0 has a red arm why

I wonder how many parents relate to Han and Leia because their son turned into a nazi.

Fucking Snoke. What kinda name is that. Solid Snoke.

Was Kylo Ren just staring at Rey’s unconscious body for the past hour?

I’m sorry he’s just not intimidating he looks like a cheap halloween darth vader

Then the dramatic reveal like remember when Darth Vader was so disfigured from burning alive?

Kylo’s just ugly. Like that’s it that’s the reveal. Kylo is ugly.

Rey/Kylo is like whenever a 4chan boy tries to hit on a hot youtube girl like your face just melds into the chair to escape his grasp like a cat that doesn’t want to be pet.

I dunno this scene is just so stupid cuz they both look dorky like this is happening at otakon

You. You’re afraid... that you will never be as strong as Darth Vader

BITCH GOT TOOOLLLLLLD

Kylo has a huge nose. Like he’s Lois Griffin triangle sandwitch nose

I like how Rey tries to Luke Skywalker the storm trooper and he’s like “Serious?”

LOL fucking just left

T A N T R U M T I M E

and the storm troopers just turn around LOL

Okay I love this weapon like, it’s a combination of the star crusher and a vaccum cleaner from Luigi’s mansion. It destroys the star, but in the way that it uses it to destroy things.

“So it’s big”

Disable the shields... there better be Ewoks on that planet.

Seriously, what does Poe add to the story after the escape?

Damn leila and han... dum

Hey a woman stormtrooper, like just a white gal. I didn’t notice that.

Damn lightspeed their way in.

Hooooh what a landing.

...Han Solo...

That‘s not how the force works!!!

LOL

Finn just wants Rey. I can see why people would think he’s horny for her since that boyfriend line, but that was the last horny thing he said.

Fucking mad with Power, calm down Finn then again we all wanna tell off our boss.

Rey is gonna escappeeeee damn hang on the side of the wall is that a switch what

Rey just climbing that wall like a monkey.

S H I E L D S D O W N

Fucking Han... is there a trash compactor? You dirty bastard

And here comes the interesting part of Jedi Returns SHOOTY TIME

A T T A C K T H E S C P H I N C T E R (that’s how you spell it right)

Oh I love the sun thing like, it’s a great way of showing the timer without a clock.

Oh look it’s Rey, go on and almost get shot to death

H U G

Escape now, hug later.

The cinematography is good I like the dog fights.

LET”S BLOW SHIT UP

I dunno this just really isn’t dramatic at all

Placing bombs, just like in Jedi.

Here comes Kylo

At least he keeps the mask on, like too many movies rely on faces.

oh light’s almost gone.

M A H B O Y

Ah the stupid part

Wait is his name Finn too?

Like this woulda been way more dramatic if you didn’t know Kylo was Han’s boy.

There’s no music making this awkward and gut-wrenching which you don’t see modern mvoies do.

I’m being torn apart ;w;

What a bitch

Knowing what happens these lines are hilarious

Will you help me

L I G H T S O U T

red

STAB, STAB, STAB~

AHHHHHH HOOO HOO HOO HOOOIIEEEEE

I dunno like, you’d think Han Solo being stabbed to death with his son would feel more heavy but that was just... nothing.

A S P L O D E

Fucking Kylo TEEF

Night time, being chased by a crazy dork in the woods.

oh here it comes

TRAILER FUEL

YEUR A MUNSTAH

REY DOWN

C’mon Finn

TRAAAIIITOOORRRR

MORTAL KOMBAAAAAAAT

Fucking melee battle

Just fueled by the rage of his fallen friend, the desparation of the sun dissolving he fights for his life against a wounded lunatic.

Okay so maybe that cross saber has a use.

FINN DOWN

grabby time

oh no

REY GRABBED THE SABER

ROUND TWO, DARTH LOSER

This is unbearably xcool

Time to shoot the hole... like in new hope.

This ending is just all three original endinds with new stuff

30 seconds

SNEAKED IN SHOOT EM UP WOOOOOOOO

JUST LIKE ANNIE IN EP 1

only cooler

KA BLOOOOIIEEEE

fuckin’ A

this battle is just like in empire strikes back

fucking planet’s falling apart so it’s better

A tempting offer

Who wants kylo ren to be a teacher like he’d be like a nun

W 0 0 T

it’s the comeback

don’t give the hero a dramatic pause to focus

B E A T D O W N

the struggle is real

K-O

Take that loser

there seems to be something between us, Ren

Welp the planet is collapsing woo

Finn don’t you die, Poe is a loser you’re cool Finn

Ah it’s Chewie in the Churger

oh yeah han died like I thought it was han but no he died XDDDDD

GTFO

Here comes the sun doot de doo doot~

Epic

Now for the final scene of congrats.

“Sorry General, your boyfriend was stabbed by his son and then the planet exploded”

H U G

Poor Chewie.

Fucking Artoo what are you doing here.

Like, this shoulda been episode 8 here, it feels like it shoulda ended with han’s funeral and the map was the start of the next movie aunno.

And Finn’s tale of a freedom slave blowing up the nazi death planet comes to a close.

Wait is she leaving?

I thought there was a funeral.

Nothing?

Not even an F?

Yeah then se see’s Luke’s hairy ass and it ends so awkwardly like this movie felt like two movies and THIS SHOULDA BEEN IN THE SEQUEL WHAT

Whoever wrote this is an idiot, whoever directed is even worse.

ANyways my conclusion is that the movie isn’t horrible, but... I dunno it’s about as bad as ep2 tho that movie’s crime was being boring, this one was too much story crammed into a short period and ruined opportunities.

I might watch ep 8 but I just am not invested like

HAN SOLO DYING MEANT NOTHING

Like fucking handing him a lightsaber what kinda ending is that

R O G U E O N E W A S B E T T E R.

The end.

#Star Wars #Well that was fun writing down #Might do that more often tho WHO READ THIS? Like if you read this I hope you were entertained

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Fear Pong

Steve Rogers X Reader

A/N: OMG so I was watching Fear Pong videos on Facebook, a few nights ago, and I thought it would be SUPER hilarious if one of the avengers were forced to play for a FB Video… So, here it is LOL this was fun!

(SIDE NOTE: I know beer pong is played with 2 balls, but they just play with 1 in this!)

Link to Fear Pong video: HERE (YouTube)

Warnings: Awkward dares, swears, alcohol consumption, (little more rated R than the real game, but still SFW), sassy Steve, etc.

Masterlist

“Okay, just stand over here while we wait for Steve.” The thin guy directing the video guides you over to the left side of the foldable beer pong table. “This is going to be our most watched Fear Pong video. I have a great feeling. This’ll be fun.”

You frowned, wondering what he meant.

You’d been forced into doing some video for Facebook and YouTube, after your friend – Amanda – heard that they were filming ‘Fear Pong’ in New York. She’d put you in the drawing without telling you. You didn’t even know there was such a thing as a game called ‘Fear Pong’… You’d played a little beer pong at parties, before, but you were never that great.

You were told that, basically, it was beer pong with little coasters that had dares on them. If you made it in the cup with a dare, you either do the dare – and save the cup from being drank – or you drink the cup.

Seemed simple enough.

Amanda had dressed you, thrown you in the taxi, and told you that she would disown you if you didn’t participate. She’d even stuck you in a dress. You fiddled with the mic that was taped to your chest and hooked onto your panties, nervous, when you heard a small commotion from behind the camera.

“Tony, why do I have to do this? I didn’t even know what beer pong was, until last night.” You heard a deep voice complain, “Why does it have to be filmed.”

“You need to get with the century, grandpa.” Another man scoffed, sounding annoyed, “You need to start connecting with your fans, and doing something fun.” After hearing the first man huff, the second replied, “I told you that if you did this, I would go to therapy with Barnes. Don’t make me regret it. Have some fun, for fuck’s sake.”

“Fine.” Your opponent – Steve – sighed. “Hook me up to the microphone thing.”

You still hadn’t seen them, but you could’ve sworn that you heard both voices from somewhere.

“Hello.” Your opponent’s voice was suddenly next to you, “I take it you’re Y/n? My opponent for this… Fear Pong game?”

You turned to greet Steve, but froze on the spot when you realized why you’d recognized the voice.

You’d heard it on the news.

You were playing against Steve Rogers!

Captain fucking America!

“Well, shit.” You laughed, brushing off your shock and shaking his outstretched hand, “How the fuck am I supposed to win against a super soldier?”

“To be fair, I only learned what beer pong was, yesterday.” He smiled sheepishly, “So, I probably won’t be any good at it.”

“Somehow, I don’t believe you.” You shook your head as he walked over to his side of the table, “Anyways, I suck at beer pong, so I’m still going to lose.”

“Alright, we filled you in on how we start these videos – so, let’s get started.” The director called out. “Introduce yourselves to the camera.”

You looked at the camera, giving it a little wave. “I’m Y/n.”

“I’m Steve.”

“Do you guys know each other?” The director asked, looking at the monitor.

“Shit. I think everyone knows who this man is.” You gestured to Steve, who snorted in response, “Who doesn’t know Captain America?”

“Do you guys drink alcohol?” The director asked.

“I did a lot in college,” You shrug, feeling the tape on your stomach tighten a little as you move, “but not so much, now.”

“I can’t get drunk off normal alcohol, anymore.” Steve answers, glancing down at the cups. “I haven’t been drunk since the 40’s.”

“Lucky for us, Mr. Stark gave us a little something ahead of time to spike your beer with.” The director told Steve, smirking. “So, you can get drunk, today.”

“Great. We’re getting drunk at 10 AM on a Tuesday.” He laughed, crossing his arms, “This’ll be new.”

“What, you’ve never day-drank, before?” You turned to Steve, raising an eyebrow, “Does Captain America have any fun?”

“I don’t have a lot of time for fun.” He shrugged, shooting you a dazzling smile.

“Well, you’re about to have a lot of fun kicking my ass at this game.”

“You don’t think you’re going to win the game?” The director asked from his chair.

“Hell no!” You threw your hands up, “Look at me, and look at him! His biceps are the size of my thighs! He’s probably going to have better aim hammered than I do sober.”

“Who knows.” Steve shrugged, “I only learned how to play beer pong, last night, so you might have a chance.”

“You need to get out more.” You joked, positioning your hands with one palm-up and one in a fist. “Rock, paper, scissors on who goes first?”

He held his hands up with a determined face, “You’re on.”

Okay, you got this, Y/n. This is the only time you’re going to win, today. You have no chance at the prize money.

“Ha!” You shouted, winning the round, “Ladies first!”

You dipped the ball in the ‘wash cup’, rolling it around so it was nice and slick. “I got this.” You aimed for the center of the triangle, biting your lip in concentration. When you released the little, plastic ball… It hit the edge of a cup and bounced off the table. “Crap. I don’t ‘got this’.”

Steve laughed, bending down to grab the bouncing, traitorous ball from the floor. “You were close.” He quickly dunked the ball in the cup, aimed, and shot…

The fucking ball landed right in the center cup.

You glared at him, “Beginners luck.”

His perfect smile only seemed to grow bigger as you picked the cup up, chugging the contents of the nasty beer down – since there was no dare under that cup. “Good god, that was gross.” You shook your head, feeling the warmth spread to your ears as the alcohol started running through your system. “I guess now’s a bad time to say that I’m kind of a light weight.”

“This is going to be fun.” Steve smirked, looking like he was starting to relax a little bit.

You dunked the ball, barely aiming, and threw it… “YES!” It landed in the very front cup. “And there’s a dare!”

Steve’s eyes widened, and he quickly grabbed the dare from under the cup – flipping it over, “Take a shot of fish sauce… Gross.”

You burst out laughing, “Captain America’s going to puke on camera, folks.”

“I think I’ll pass on that,” He grimaces, picking up the cup. “I’ve tasted fish sauce. I’d rather not drink it straight.” You watched him throw back his beer, sputtering a little. “Holy… how much of Thor’s Asgardian liquor did you pour in these?”

“Probably too much.” The director shrugs, sly grin on his face.

Steve turned back to you, a little hint of red in his cheeks, “Alright, game on.”

The next few throws were either missed or landed in a cup without a dare under it. You were starting to get a proper buzz, already. You noticed – from the slight flush – that Steve was starting to feel a little bit of his ‘Asgardian liquor’, too.

Whatever that was.

“Let your opponent cut off an article of your clothing.” You read your dare that Steve’s ball had landed on, glancing down at your dress.

Stripped down to your underwear on camera… Well, could be worse.

“Looks like you’re getting me down to my underwear, Rogers.” You winked at him, flirting a little. “The least you could do is buy me dinner first.”

He shook his head, grabbing the scissors from an assistant while you removed your leather jacket. “Funny.”

You held your arms out, not caring about the fate of the wine colored, swing dress. “The best part is: this isn’t my dress.” You looked over at the camera, “Sorry about your dress, Amanda. I can’t pass up Captain America getting me good and naked.” You pulled out the front part of your dress, and Steve’s slightly trembling hands started cutting – trying not to stare at your exposed chest. “Just so you’re prepared… it’s laundry day, and the panties were a gag gift from Amanda.”

“Okay?” He looked up at you, confused, still cutting the dress. You noticed little flecks of green in his baby blue eyes, and the reality of what you were doing on camera was raising your pulse. The scissors, which had been doing a crap job at cutting the material of your dress, suddenly snagged – just under your bra-line. Steve glared down at the cheap scissors, “Okay, screw the scissors.” He set them on the table, and grabbed the front of your dress that was cut – tearing it like it was tissue paper.

That was… hot. Holy shit.

You looked at the camera and fanned yourself, mouthing ‘oh my god’.

That ought to get a reaction from the viewers.

Steve – face fully heated in a blush – handed the assistant the cheap scissors, and walked back to the table. You watched him, waiting for his reaction when he noticed the pattern on your panties. He messed with one of the cups, and finally looked your way. You saw his eyes flicker down, and he froze – spotting the stars and stripes on the band. His face twisted up into a huge grin, and he started laughing. “Oh my god, are those Captain America?”

You turned, showing him the big star symbol on the ass. “I warned you!”

He cleared his throat, laughter dying down. He gave you a cocky smile, “The symbol looks better on you, anyways.”

“Yeah, yeah, shut up so I can win the game.” You dipped your ball in the wash cup. “The real Captain America, here, has to show you who’s boss.”

“I thought you said you were going to lose?”

“Yeah,” Your face twisted into an evil smile, “But now I can distract you with my feminine wiles.” You threw the ball, watching it sail through the air and land right in a cup with a dare underneath. “YES!” You threw your arms up in victory.

He grabbed the little coaster, flipping it over so he could read the dare. “Let your opponent throw a pie in your face.” He looked up at you, “Alright, seems easy, enough.”

You watched the assistants quickly bring a folding chair in front of the camera for Steve to sit on, and one of them handed you a small pie – quickly making sure that your mic was going to stay attached to your body.

Steve sat down in the chair, glancing over at you, “Alright, Y/n, do your worst.”

Grinning like the Cheshire Cat, you strutted over to him – ankle boots clunking against the ground. “Ready, Rogers?” He closed his eyes and nodded. “One… Two… THREE!” You smushed the pie against his scrunched-up face, twisting it so all the whipped cream spread around.

When you removed the tin, you swiped at his cheek with your finger – getting a big dollop of whipped cream on the tip and shoving it in your mouth. “Yum.”

He grabbed the towel from the floor, wiping the whipped cream away as much as he could. “Well, that’s not as fun as it looks. Pretty sure there’s pie in my nose.”

“Tastes good, though.” You wink, moving back to the table. “Never thought I’d see the day when I’d lick whipped cream off the face of Steve Rogers.”

“Oh my God.” He rolled his eyes, moving back to his side of the table once the mess was off his face. “Just for that, I’m going to win the game.”

“Fat chance.” You grinned, moving your hands over the cups to distract him as he aimed the ball. You leaned forward, making sure your chest was as close to the cups as possible without knocking the cups over. “Come on, Rogers! Take the shot!”

Suddenly, there was a plunk as one of the balls landed right in a cup.

“Ha!” He threw his hands up, looking smug. “Time to drink!”

You grabbed the cup, throwing back the nasty, warm beer and setting the cup off to the side. “I’m going to make you do a dare, just you wait.” You were starting to feel tipsy as you squinted your eyes to aim the ball. “Shit!” You yelled, as the ball bounced off a cup and Steve caught it.

He dipped the ball in the wash cup and quickly threw it, grinning as it landed in another cup. “Drink up!”

“Seriously? Oh, it’s on!” You yelled, after chugging another beer. You washed the ball and threw it without aiming it, watching it land right in a dare cup. “YES!”

He grabbed the dare from under his cup, reading it out loud for the camera. “Send a ‘sext’ to all of your coworkers.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed, hysterically, bending at the waist. “Do it!”

“Send a dirty text message to the Avengers…” He tapped his chin, thinking about it. “Okay, sure.”

You ran over to him as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “What are you going to say?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never done this, before.” He shrugged, pulling up his contacts and starting a group message. “What do you think I should say?”

“I’ll type it out for you!” You grinned, holding out your hand. “Trust me.”

“I’m going to regret this.” He said as he handed you his fancy phone. “I’m never going to live this down.”

You started typing away: I miss you, too, baby. You make my dick hard just thinking about you. I can’t wait to fuck you until you can’t walk. You added an eggplant emoji for good measure.

“It’s pretty tame.” You smirked, handing him his phone. “Could be worse. Could be a picture.”

He shook his head, cheeks turning red as he read the message aloud. “Oh my god.” He flashed his phone towards the camera, hitting send. “Alright. Sent.” He turned to you, “They’re going to realize it wasn’t me, when they see the little… emoji? I don’t use those.”

“They also probably don’t think you sext, either.” You shrugged, walking back over to your side of the table. “They probably won’t notice.”

He shoved his phone back in his pocket, “Back to the game.”

You were losing. So bad.

You had another dare to dance hardcore for a minute straight with no music, a dare to lick three items while blindfolded, and you’d drank almost all your cups. You were down to the last three cups, lined up like a stoplight. Thankfully, you’d made a few different shots, so Cap was starting to look about as drunk as you were. His face was not only covered in horrendous drawings you’d placed on him for a dare, but was flushed, starting to lose the serious look in his eyes, and he was laughing a lot more than you’d imagine.

“FINALLY!” You’d made it in a cup with a dare under it. You crossed your fingers, “Please be a good one!”

“Let your opponent strip you down to your underwear.” He read aloud, looking up at you, “You rigged this game, didn’t you? You wanted this to happen!”

“I did no such thing!” You laughed, feeling clumsy after all the beer, “But whoever put that one on your side is my new favorite person!”

“I don’t know if this is a good idea.” He frowned, staring at the dare.

“Do it, chicken! Give in to peer pressure!”

“Okay, fine.” He sighed, walking in front of the table so he was in the view of the camera. “I refuse to be a ‘chicken’.”

You skipped over to where he was standing, smiling like a child in a candy store. You winked at the camera as you grabbed his jacket and slipped it from his arms. “This day just keeps getting better and better. Arms up, Cap!”

He lifted his arms, so you could lift his tee shirt over his head. You’d had to jump, a little, because he was so freaking tall. “That’s right, Rogers. Show the ladies what you got.” You gestured to his well-defined abs, “Holy shit, dude. You could do some amazing body shots off these abs.”

“Body shots?” He asked, confused. “What are those?”

“Do you want to find out, and do one?” The director asked, as you removed one of Steve’s shoes.

“I mean, I’m already being stripped on camera.” Steve shrugged, as you removed his other shoe. “The ‘good boy’ image I had going for me was already tarnished by this one.” He gestured to you as you moved to his belt.

“Happy to help.” You smirked up at him, unbuckling his belt. “Bet you never thought you’d have a girl on her knees in front of a camera, before this.”

“Definitely not how I thought my day would go, no.” He looked down at you, “Not a bad view, though.”

You popped open the button of his jeans, grabbing the waistband and slowly pulling them down. Looking over at the camera, you wiggled your eyebrows. “Ladies.”

The director laughed behind the camera as you finished removing his jeans, exposing his black boxer-briefs.

“What, no Captain America underwear?” You joked, grabbing his arm to pull yourself up from the ground. “We could’ve totally matched.”

“Next time I decide to get almost naked on camera, I’ll plan ahead.” He said, kicking off his jeans and gathering his clothes into a pile on the floor.

“Body shots?” The director asked, holding a tray with tequila, lime, and a salt shaker. “Want to learn?”

“Sure, why not.” Steve shrugged, “We’re almost done with the game, anyways, and I think I’m starting to get a little drunk.”

“Well, the tequila isn’t going to do anything for you.” The director replied, still holding the tray. “but the shot in the red glass has your liquor in it, too.”

“Where do you want me?” You asked, blood singing in anticipation. Captain America was about to do a body shot off you. Could this day get any better? An assistants pulled over a sturdier table, and Steve helped you stretch out on it – laying on your back. “Dang, Cap. Got me drunk, naked, and on my back. Today just keeps getting better and better.”

Oh my god, did you really just say that?

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

His face turned red in a blush, as his lips were curled into a nervous smile. Damn he was cute when he blushed. “I think I’m beginning to understand why they call it ‘body shots’.”

The director quickly explained what to do, pouring his shot into your belly button, lining your stomach up with salt, and passing you the lime to bite.

“This is so inappropriate to do on camera.” Steve sighed, standing behind the table so the camera could have a good angle. “Tony owes me big time, for getting me into this.”

“Alright,” The director ran back behind the camera, sitting back in his chair and watching the monitor. “Go.”

You sucked in a sharp breath through your nose, eyes closing so you could concentrate on staying still. The sensation of his hot tongue leaving a cold trail along the line of your stomach was turning you right the fuck on. Holy crap. Once he licked up all traces of the line of salt, you felt him shift to your belly button – soft lips against you as he drank up his special liquor and tequila.

When there was no more, you felt him move above you – face leaning down and stealing the lime from between your teeth. His lips gently grazed yours as he stole the lime, and left the lingering – strong – taste of his liquor along the seams of your lips.

You opened your eyes when he moved away, trying to clear away the look of shock on your face into a cocky grin. “Damn Cap. Who knew you had it in you.”

He grabbed you around the waist and helped you off the table, eyes starting to gloss over from the alcohol. “I’m old, not dead.”

“What are you biologically? Thirty?”

“Somewhere around there, give or take.” He shrugged, licking his lips. “There’s one more shot. You game?”

“I’m no chicken.” You chuckle. You looked at the table, smile falling into a frown. “You’re going to be too heavy for the table.” You glanced over at the chair. “I have an idea.”

You and Steve moved the table away from the camera, and you slid a chair over to replace it. “Sit.”

He followed your instructions, sitting in the chair – which was faced to the side, so the camera could capture the shot.

God, you felt like you were in a porno.

Your parents were going to be so pissed when they saw this.

Hopefully, you didn’t get fired from your job.

…You were so fired.

You passed Steve the lime, watching as he placed it between his teeth with a raised brow. Then, you grabbed the salt shaker and shook a little into the dip of his collar bone, right on the side of his neck. “Don’t move, or you’ll get salt everywhere.”

He remained motionless as you grabbed the shot glass, took a deep breath to gather your courage, and moved so you were bent over – face close to his neck.

You saw his eyes flicker to your chest for a moment, as you turned to the camera, “Bottoms up.”

You leaned forward, licking the salt from his smooth skin, and feeling his shoulders stiffen. You downed the shot, throwing the little, plastic cup behind you and leaned forward so your hands were pressed against his shoulders. You purposefully made sure that your lips lingered – brushing against his – a little longer than necessary, biting down on the lime and slowly pulling it from his mouth. You stood up straight, hands removing themselves from his broad shoulders, and removed the sucked lime from your mouth. “Yummy.”

“Well, jeez.” Steve chuckles nervously, “Now I need a cold shower.”

“The Captain has jokes.” You smirked, cleaning up the evidence of the activity. “Who knew that we could get through his serious exterior, into the fun Steve Rogers we have before us.”

“I can be fun.” He defended, taking his place at the table. “I’m plenty fun.”

“I’m sure you are.” You winked, grabbing the ping pong ball and rinsing it off. “I sure am having fun.” You aimed the ball, realizing just how smashed you were starting to get. “Well, shit! I’m properly drunk and it’s not even noon.”

“Throw the ball!” Steve heckled, bending and moving his hands over the cups like you had done previously. “You’re gunna miss!”

You let the ball sail, and it landed in a cup. “Say what, now?” You grinned, throwing your hands up and doing a small victory dance. “I’m gunna what, now?”

He downed the cup, rinsing the ball. “I’m gunna win.” He was totally drunk. “Just to spite you.” He threw the ball, and it landed with a plop, right inside the red cup. “Drink up!”

You chugged the warm beer, grimacing at the taste. “Good lord this beer is getting gross.”

You missed your next throw… He made his next throw, and you were forced to chug the next beer… You made your next throw, and he was forced to down his spiked beer. This was it. The last throw. You had one cup remaining in front of you. If he made this, he won the game. There was no going back, because he still had at least 2 or 3 cups still in front of him.

“Miss! Miss it!” You yelled, trying to distract him from winning the game. “Come on, Rogers! You can’t beat me!”

He let the ball fly, and you backed up – so you didn’t cause a party foul.

…

……

………

“DAMMIT!!” You screamed, as the ball landed perfectly in the cup. “NO!”

He let out a whoop of victory, throwing his hands up in the air with a giant, smug grin on his face. “I believe I just won the game, Y/n!”

After you chugged the last disgusting beer, you both stepped in front of the table to shake hands.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t let it go to your ego.” You glared at him, crossing your arms over your bra-clad chest. “You totally had beginner’s luck.”

He shook your hand, “Looks like I won the prize money… too bad I don’t need it. I live with a billionaire.” He glanced over at the director. “Give the money to her.”

You raised your eyebrows, pulse racing from excitement. “Seriously? You’re giving me your prize?”

“What do I need two hundred dollars for, when I live with Tony Stark?” He grabbed the money from the director, handing it to you. “Good game. This was fun.”

You took a bow to the camera, and turned back to Steve. “It was fun getting naked with you, Cap.”

“Yeah,” He chuckled, grabbing his clothes and pulling on his jeans – camera still on the both of you. “Let’s do it again, sometime.”

“Captain America has game, everybody!” You shouted at the camera, making a small show for the camera. “There you have it, folks! Steve Rogers gets naughty on camera!”

“I told you I could be fun,” Steve winked at the camera, eyes still glassy. “Now, I do believe that I should reward my biggest fan-” He gestured to your panties, “-with some lunch to soak up the booze.”

“Only if you’re my lunch.” You mocked, raising an eyebrow at him. “Also, if there’s tacos involved.”

You were going to lunch with Steve fucking Rogers.

Holy shit.

You owed Amanda BIG TIME.

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Can we get a mermaid Junhui scenario pretty pretty please 😭 the others were so cute and wonderfully written!!!

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a super playful mermaid who left his home waters to see what living like a “human” is like

unfortunately,,,,,getting a job in the human world was hard - but junhui realized he could use some of his talents in odd careers,,,,,,,am i saying he ran away and joined the circus???? basically

with a strikingly handsome appearance, junhui had convinced the ringmaster of a small circus to take him on as an escape artist - specifically,,,,escaping from water

junhui, unlike regular humans, could breathe under water for up to twenty minutes which shocked just about everyone

so putting him underwater in cuffs was really nothing - junhui got out of them in a flash

of course,,,,no one knows it’s because he’s a mermaid - thankfully his gills don’t come out right away and he doesn’t transform unless he’s in past twenty minutes

when he is in his mermaid form, he’s got a very thick shark tail with the tips of his back fin and dorsal fin a contrasting black against the grey-blue skin

his also is longer in his mermaid form, reaching a bit past his shoulders

whenever he returns to the water, the other local mermaids are amazed at what he tells them are “piercings” in his ears - all the mermaids say they look like fish hooks LOL

the only thing that remains sharkish about his human form are his teeth,,,,which just seem sharper than the average persons

his canines are prevalent and you’re sure you’ve seen junhui laugh hard enough that the back row of his teeth has shown - and that they’re,,,,,pointy,,,,,at least you think

but you think a lot of things about junhui - you’re a makeup artist with the circus so you’ve been close to his face a lot

which junhui seems to enjoy,,,,,,,immensely

“don’t know why i need makeup, im handsome without it and it’s gonna come off in the water but i still put it on, you know why?”

he says once as you’re searching through your pile of cosmetics for liquid proof eyeliner

“why?”

you turn and junhui flashes you a big smile

you see his teeth and stare

but then it’s gone and he winks, “because i like this alone time with you~”

you roll your eyes, shameless flirting is junhui’s thing,,,you don’t take it to heart

but it is nice,,,,to be complimented by someone with junhui’s looks because as big as his ego might be - he has the face to back it up,,,,,

everyone in the circus knows it

(half of the circus wishes he’d compliment them like he does you)

junhui closes his eyes as you get to work and mutter under your breath that this isn’t really alone time - minghao’s literally right next to you guys waiting to get his makeup done too

one night,,,,,on the final day of the circus’s tour of the philippines ,,,, you hear the crowd gasp and cheer

the closing act is junhui’s escape from a ‘water chamber’ and you’ve seen it a million times before,,,,always wondering what the trick is

but junhui has never told you - or anybody for that matter

when it’s all over and everyone is taking off costumes and the cans are being packed to get back to the hotel

you sneak off and see that the ‘water chamber’ is still on stage

curious, you walk around it - trying to find a doorway or a duct where junhui can get oxygen

the handcuffs he’s put in are on the floor beside it and you pick them up,,,,,they’re heavy and definitely not fake

“now what are you doing with those? thinking of having some fun of your own?”

you’re startled by the sound of junhui’s voice, blushing when he looks between the cuffs and your face

you put them down and shake your head, “just,,,,trying to figure out how you do it.”

junhui comes closer, till he’s leaning against the chamber and grinning - those teeth,,,,,,,,,peeking through

“how i escape?”

“how you’re underwater for so,,,,long.”

for the first time since you’ve known him,,,,junhui hesitates

he stares into the water and then back at you,,,,,,you want to ask what’s wrong but junhui is suddenly pulling his shirt off and your eyes are going wide

“what the hell,,,,if i tell someone one it might as well be you” he says, pacing up the stairs to the top of the water chamber “you gotta wait a bit for the magic to work though.”

you’re still trying to process junhui shirtless when he dives into the water

you look at him, through the glass and blink till you go “wh-what are you doing?”

you obviously can’t get an answer back, but junhui throws up two fingers on one hand and a zero with the other

“twenty,,,,,,,,,,” you start and then realize “twenty minutes?”

junhui nods and ,,,,,, you wait - you watch him,,,,perfectly still in the water

no one comes by to get the water chamber, it’s always lugged off last because it’s so heavy

so it’s just you and junhui on the empty stage - a glass box that he’s trapped in is the only thing that separates you two

and after what feels like twenty minutes - you see junhui change

at first, it’s the gills that spring from his neck,,,,,big gills,,,,,,like that of a shark

and then, with almost a cloud of what looks like steam within the water, his lower half is hidden and then -

and then you see his tail,,,,,,,,a graceful mix of blue and silver lining,,,,,the tips of his fins are dark like coal

he opens his eyes, smiling at you and the teeth - all his teeth - are much sharper

that explains it,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god he’s,,,,,,,,,a mermaid

you gape in wonder as junhui does a twirl within the chamber, not much room for him to move around his new found body

it takes a moment, but you rush up the stairs and junhui calmly swims to the top till his head is poking out

“and that’s how it’s done. no tricks, no nothing. im just,,,”

“part fish???”

junhui’s eyes narrow, “shark, part shark.”

you are speechless, watching the water glisten on junhui’s now longer hair - his sharp and perfect features highlighted by the drops of water that still cling to him

“i,,,,,wow,,,,,”

“finally you’re impressed”

he jokes and you furrow your eyebrows, he reaches out, hand on your face

he pulls you just a little - just so you’re leaning over the water but not enough to fall in

and he whispers, low “are you interested in kissing mermaid me more than human me?”

you don’t know what he means,,,,for a second you think maybe the months of flirting on his part were legit,,,,maybe he actually likes you

and the thought is confirmed when you feel his lips against yours and it’s wet - but it’s,,,,,enjoyable

and you close your own eyes,,,,,,dimly aware of how impossible this situation is - you’re kissing a mermaid

when you both pull back, you come to your sense a bit about the whole thing and your eyes flick down into the water - junhui’s tail and fins all visible in the clear water

“ho-how do you transform back?”

junhui shrugs, “i can make it happen but warning; i transform back naked so you can stay and watch or-”

you stand up, nearly falling into the water but blushing as you take a step back

“i-i’ll go get you some clothes j-just don’t transform just yet-”

“too late~”

junhui laughs and your hands immediately come up to cover your face, the sound of junhui’s laughter fills your ears and you know your heart is acting up like crazy in your chest

you manage to turn, dash down the stairs without seeing anything

but junhui watches you lovingly,,,,,,,,,pretty content with the fact that if anyone knows his secret - it’s you

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