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targaryen-dynasty · 7 months

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KINKTOBER SLEEPOVER.

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Modern!Maegor Targaryen x fem!Reader

Based on this request

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MINORS DNI; p in v, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, age gap, power imbalance, rough sex, degrading, power play, size difference

WORDS: 1.3 K

NOTES: Thanks for your request @hypocritic-trash-baby! This sleepover really shows me how difficult it is for me to write something with less than 1.5 K words lmao. But I still had so much fun writing modern!Maegor. Hope you like it!

If you had known that working three hours overtime each evening was a part of the job when you had applied, you would not have taken it – regardless of how damn hot your boss was.

Maegor was just your type. He was in his mid 40s, incredibly tall and bulky, but not fat, and allowed you to savor your feminine energy, despite you being his junior personal assistant and supposed to assist him. Whenever he was around, you didn’t have to bother opening doors, and if Maegor heard of someone being rude to you, it was only a matter of time until that person would crawl back to apologize.

And not to talk about the looks he gave you.

It was thrilling.

You scarcely saw the violet hue of his eyes whenever you were around him, always dark blown with something you couldn't quite decipher. Even if you weren’t alone with him, he undressed you with his gaze, and it always strayed to your middle, lingering there a bit too long.

You felt desired, and it was no surprise your confidence got a good boost from it.

This was the main reason for the skirts of your office attire getting progressively shorter, always straddling that fine line between being appropriate or unfitting.

It was another endless evening in the office, though this time, you and Maegor were completely alone. All your colleagues had left earlier to attend the birthday party of Maegor’s senior personal assistant, Alys, while she had passed all her tasks over to you.

… what somehow brought you into the current predicament.

Your chest was pressed flush against the wall of Maegor’s office. He had ripped your precious heart motif tights between your legs, had pulled your thong to the side and had rucked your skirt up around your waist.

Maegor towered over your small frame. One of his paw-like hands held your arms locked behind your back, while the other cupped your chin to tilt your head back, forcing you to arch your back to accommodate his cock as he pounded into you with reckless abandon.

“Waited so fuckin’ long for this,” Maegor grunted into your ear, his hot breath fanning over your flushed skin. “All those short skirts…,” he trailed off, seemingly needing a few seconds to regain his breath. “... you were just beggin’ for me to fuck you, huh?”

Your mouth hung agape, and with his hand tilting your head back to a point it was borderline painful, you weren't quite able to make any more sounds than breathy whines and whimpers. “Y-Yes,” you mewled, the sound straining your throat to the point you had to cough once.

Maegor seemed to notice your struggle, and even though his hips didn’t slow down, he was generous enough to ease the grip on your face, allowing your head to bow forward.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, your name leaving his lips so smoothly, you almost came just hearing it, “takin’ my fuckin’ cock like the good girl you are.” While his hand kept your arms pinned behind your back, his other grabbed your thigh to raise your leg, draping it over his forearm as he braced it on the wall.

The new angle had you seeing stars, his cock repeatedly attacking the sweet spot inside of you to the point you felt the urge to pee. Every moan hiccuped in your throat each time his hips slammed into yours, his heavy balls slapping against your aching clit, but not once giving you enough stimulation to push you over the edge.

“That’s it, ‘m gonna get you all nice and ready for me. Gonna fill you up to show everyone you’re mine.” He said it as if he had been waiting for this just as long as you had, if not even longer. “Just knew I had to breed you when you pranced into my office for your job interview.”

As he bent forward, he rested his forehead against the back of your head, looking down to where his cock was repeatedly disappearing inside of your cunt. “G-God, please, daddy… harder,” you whimpered, pressing your eyes shut. “N-Need you t-to… cum in me.”

Your words made the animal behind you groan. “That’s what you want, huh? Bein’ fucked full of my cum until you’re pregnant with my child?”

At this point, your mind was blank, his merciless pounding and words forcing every thought right out of your brain. You whined a string of incoherent words, rambling one ‘yes’ after the other.

You could feel his thrusts becoming more and more erratic, a sign that let you know he was about to topple over the edge. With a few more thrusts, he fucked into you, until he released a breathy groan that heralded his orgasm. His twitching cock spilled his load deep inside of your cunt, and you squeezed him ever so tightly in response, milking him for every drop.

While you thought he was done with you as he pulled out, a bit disappointed you didn’t get to come at all, your doubts were quickly pushed aside with his strong arms wrapping around you, turning you in his grasp, and lifting you from the ground. You squealed at the sudden action, more so when the coldness of his desk seeped into the naked flesh of your arse.

Before you could say anything, he draped your legs over his shoulders and plunged his cock back into your cunt, his seed mixed with your arousal serving as lubricant.

“You’re mine,” he growled, a threatening edge to his husky voice. “I fuckin’ own you and this sweet cunt of yours. Breedin’ you over and over, until I’ve knocked you up. Want everyone to know that I fuck you.”

His possessiveness intimidated you, but you didn’t complain, not when it meant you got to be fucked like this for the rest of your life.

“You gonna look so fuckin’ radiant with a swollen belly.” You looked up at him with half lidded eyes, drool dripping from for parted lips – a clear sign that he had most definitely fucked you dumb by now. “Gonna be so, so full of me, pigeon, don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you.”

“Mae–Da-Daddy, please,” you called out desperately, not caring if it was loud enough to be heard outside of his office, since no one was there to hear it in the first place. Finally, you felt the heat in the pit of your stomach building again, the coil ready to snap at any given moment. “I want it, please. Need it so bad.”

Maegor smirked wickedly at you, and reached between your bodies to press his thumb to your clit, dragging it over the little bud in circles. It had your moans growing in volume as your climax washed over you, your convulsing walls clenching tight enough around Maegor’s thick cock to trigger his second release of the night. Your boss came with a shuddered breath leaving his lips, and by the way his jaw set, you could tell that he was slightly overstimulated already.

You wanted to prop yourself up on your elbows when he pulled out, but his hand was quick to push you down again. A gasp escaped your throat at the impact, wanting to see just too badly what he was up to when he bowed forwards and brought his hand to your abused cunt.

The uncomfortable feeling of being overstimulated filled your veins as Maegor dragged a thick finger through your folds, eventually sliding it inside and using it as a plug to stop his seed from oozing out of your cunt, making sure it wasn't fruitless.

A few seconds passed until he pulled your thong back in place and fixed your skirt, helping you down his desk. When you met his dark blown gaze, you knew the insatiable man in front of you wasn’t satisfied.

“I’m not quite finished with you yet.”

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riotzerosys · 1 month

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Yea uh hi chat im gonna yap abt these two shadow ocs

Ghost!Shadow

- Sonic.exe au... duh.

- Blud died to exe, very visceral, he fought back hard though before that mf shanked him in the chest with its fist; ripping his heart out.

- He wandered the limbo that is the "..." zone for a long long time, even long after the world was fixed and restored by Sonic who got rid of the exe.

- Knuckles eventually goes to investigate some strange chaos energy in the now abandoned areas that were the outside and inside of Eggman's old base.

- He sees a bloodied corpse in the distance and investigates it, picking up Shadow's gun and inhibitors. He has a bad feeling, but the blaring sirens and flashing red lights make it hard to see or think... so he enters the basement.

- Knuckles finds Shadow's ghost, only able to see it if the inhibitors are on his person. He communicates with Shadow, who has amnesia and is just glad to have someone to speak with again.

- Knuckles guides Shadow back home, and with some assistance, gets the inhibitors into wearable pieces for everyone; so they can see Shadow.

- Overtime, Shadow remembers what happened, recounting it to Knuckles whenever he can (which is whom he spends the most time with, as Knuckles being around the master emerald somehow indirectly gives Shadow more energy).

- And uhh yea shadknux yippie.

- Edit: Shad nonverbal btw, he communicates in sign language and/or gestures.

Chronic!Shadow

- Everything happens as lore intends, however when Shadow is sent to earth in the escape pod, he awakens early from a sort of hyper-sleep, not yet found by G.U.N. and makes escape.

- He overtime gains serious chronic pains from how harsh the landing was, and although he's being hunted down by the G.U.N., he somehow gains access to a gun; continuing search for Maria in hopes she's still alive, despite his memory.

- Sonic eventually finds Shadow one day, and takes him in, as Shadow is in immense pain.

- With some help from Tails and even Eggman, they stabilize the pain a little, and manage to get some information out of Shadow; Eggman sadly informing him that Maria is indeed dead.

- Sonic plays host to Shadow, letting him live with him, and growing close overtime.

- Sonic helps Shadow with his pains a lot, and the two eventually grow close enough to form a solid bond.

- Ahem sonadow ahem.

ANYWAYS um yea i like seeing shadow weak and pathetic (/pos) he makes me ill <3

#digital art #my art #txt post #shadow the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog ocs #ghost!shadow #chronic!shadow #my aus #my ocs #shadknux #sonadow

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suzy-queued · 4 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/doshiart/738428068343971840/gallavich-music-band-au

please write this if you're interested

Anon, thanks for thinking of me. I write a new multi-chap fic in my head every day. If only I had time for them all!! My thoughts on this gorgeous art go to something like this (which isn't exactly as was described in the post, but it's my own spin on the images):

Mickey is the guitarist for an underground punk band in the city called Corroded Sorrow. They are ultra-secretive and only do pop-up shows. They announce the shows 24 hours in advance, and they're always at grungy places like drainage ditches or abandoned buildings.

Ian is trying to make it as a pop singer. He's waited for his big break for years but can never gain traction. He receives a mysterious text that he's been asked to open for Corroded Sorrow at tomorrow night's secret show.

Hell fucking yeah.

A gig with CoSo would secure Ian's place in the Chicago music scene. Even though he knows he'll never be asked again (since CoSo never uses the same opening band twice). It's a dream come true.

Ian plays the gig, which is in a rusty train car at the edge of an overgrown field. He gets applause and adoration, even though his music is more poppy than CoSo's usual crowd.

And then … Mickey's band comes out. Ian is instantly mesmerized. The music is incredible and raw and soulful and real. Everyone in the band plays with a natural ease, like they were born to make music. And the bass player … jesus. He's shirtless and ripped and mouthy and looks fierce. He plays these deep notes that hook into Ian's soul. He understands why Corroded Sorrow is so sought after. He wishes he had one tenth of their talent.

Ian notices something else, as the show goes on. The bass player hands his pick to one guy in the crowd about two songs in. Not too strange; bands do that all the time. Then, on the last song, Mickey jumps down into the crowd. He cruises through the fans and hands a new pick to another person, a girl. It's so deliberate and dramatic, but Ian has no idea what it means.

The show is amazing. Ian is breathless. There's an after party, where both bands and some of the fans hang out and drink from a keg in the field. Ian tries to talk to Mickey, but the guy has an attitude and sticks to his own circle.

And that guy and girl, the ones who each got Mickey's picks … they find each other across the party and walk toward each other like moths to a flame. Are they … glowing?! They clasp hands and kiss like no one is watching.

Ian vows to go to as many CoSo shows as he can, because this is all very strange and wonderful.

He realizes that at every show, Mickey hands out picks to two people, and they always get together.

After a handful of shows, Ian realizes that Mickey is a clairvoyant who can see people's soulmates. Whenever he notices soulmates in the crowd, he connects them.

Ian falls head over heels for Mickey and chips away at his gruff exterior. Mickey is quite guarded because people only want him for his matchmaking skills. Mickey hates love and has vowed to never seek it for himself.

Will Ian ever make it as a singer on his own? Will Mickey ever point that soulmate radar on himself, or on Ian? Will CoSo ever come out of the shadows and claim the fame they deserve?

#asks #doshi art #writing #file this in stories I would love to write

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sydneyofalltrades · 7 months

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Okay here is my post about my Ride the Cyclone ✨animation/animatic✨ ideas I’ve been formulating but never really posted bc I cannot draw for the life of me 🥲

@gay-little-axolotl read at your own risk (you’ll be here a while, trust me)

Karnak’s Dream of Life

Basically the exact same as in the show, headless body singing eerily, finding a little doll and popping off the head

there’s a shot of Karnak’s machine at the end of the song which snaps into Welcome…, which is just talk so we don’t need to animate that shit

Fall Faire Suite/Uranium Suite

Since I love them both, I’m writing their ideas both in the same category

When the kids start singing at the beginning of the song, all six of them are in the bandshell, Penny included

However, every time we think we actually get a good look at Penny, something coincidentally blocks her face, whether it be Mischa’s figure, Ocean’s arm, a quick shot of Ricky playing the tambourine, shit like that

The world is in full color while the kids are alive (I’ll explain why that’s important in a sec)

As Karnak explains how the kids got into the accident, we see them get into the coaster*, Ricky needing help from Mischa and Noel, and we see the ride function as normal

In Uranium Suite, you can hear Jane vocalizing ominously in the background, and that little warning sign is present in the way the kids are all a little tense

Once Karnak says “hurtling the children to their deaths,” the color is gone. The kids are drawn in white outlines and all there is is a black screen

During Fall Faire Suite, each kid goes back in color as they speak, only for it to disappear once they’re done

During the “sailing through space” bit, they’re back on the coaster, in slow motion as it falls, then quickly cuts to them in purgatory

“Empty streets of empty shops” has Ocean taking apart little buildings and Constance scooping up the pieces to make a mall

“Smart ones all packed up and went” has Noel dragging out a bunch of suitcases and Mischa labeling the abandoned houses for sale

Very few visuals of Penny are shown, like she disappeared without a trace

“Did we finally leave our town?” has them all in color for a second, then back to white.

Meet Jane Doe

Ocean whispers her line, Karnak says his, and BAM! Spotlight from nowhere

Foreshadowing TBOJD, Jane floats as she’s introduced, and touches ground once she speaks

As she speaks, flashes of the aftermath of the incident show up

“They found my body/not my head” has professionals finding the kids’ bodies, and flashlights looking for Penny’s head

“No parents came” actually has a little boy with a black cape running to the headless girl, screaming a name no one hears

“My life, an unsolved mystery” has pictures of Penny with the choir, her face always strategically covered

What the World Needs

Here we go with the solos!! Ocean’s in color in her song, along with everything she interacts with, the others are in black and white

Ocean wears a varsity jacket with her name in the back, along with a blue shirt that says “Vote for Ocean!” with her hair in a ponytail with a bandana

The others are dressed in “Vote Ocean” propaganda, but whenever Ocean herself insults them, they become newspaper clippings of the people she’s calling them (sandwich artist, security guard, Wal-Mart greeter)

“The move” has Ocean dancing in a club

“The shake” has an earthquake that is covered by a statue of her

“The headline maker” has a newspaper thrown on screen with a headline saying “World’s Greatest Woman!” and a snazzy picture of Ocean

During the second verse, as Ocean is berating Mischa, Constance, and Ricky, there’s a story book-esque animation of each of her interpretations of their lives, under smaller, less important articles

“And as we move through life” is a sliding shot of Ocean standing on top of the world, with the others tiny and insignificant

As the “zeros” bit happens, a big fat 0 is written over everyone’s newspaper picture, and Ocean rips up the paper as she just shoves the thought aside

For the climax, the world spins as Ocean stands on top of it, with the others just barely catching up to admire her and her glory

Final shot is EXACTLY like the 2016 promo shot, her on top of everyone in a human pyramid

Noel’s Lament (TW: drinking, smoking, mu*der, s//h)

Now Noel’s Lament was more fluid for me to think of. Noel himself and his reality is grey, but when he sings about Monique or from her perspective, the world is bright and alive

Noel doesn’t do the quick change, it’s a transition shot from his iconic pose to Monique in a similar stance

The “good girls call me the town bicycle” is Constance and Jane in their costumes (beauteous dresses of the time) whispering while Monique walks past

Claude is Ocean. I will not elaborate (psst she’s in a suit with the cutest low ponytail)

“Ten! Times! In! His! Back!” shows the stabbing, but cuts to Monique holding a cigarette innocently

“Never ending carnival” is a revolving shot of Monique’s hand holding booze, a cigarette, and another man’s hand

The accordion (piano if you’re a 2016 bootleg fan) solo has the little nischa dance, i literally cannot take that away

“I think I am in love with you” cuts to a close up of Monique’s eyes widening a little, whether in fear or in recollection, I’ll leave that up to you

“I give in to the fantasy” is like a little spicy cut, that’s all im saying

“for i sing sONGs” has people passing Monique by as she trips on the road scrounging up some loose change, and she moves into an empty alleyway

Time passes a little, and there are deep lines in Monique’s face and her eyes are heavy with lack of sleep

“In some rat infested Chinese dive” is just Monique smoking alone in an alleyway, pressing the hot cigarette to her arm to try and get a reaction

“Eight months later” is Noel telling the story, then the little gasp is a quick shot of Monique’s eyes filling with tears

We see her forced out of the house and she desperately drags herself through an alley

She’s slumped against a wall when Ricky as the priest approaches her

During the first “for I sing songs,” we see through Monique’s hazy eyes as she spots a bottle of booze and drags herself towards it

We see her drink it, and then her hand goes limp and the bottle shatters

In the real world, Noel’s now in costume, standing on that chair

During the climax, Noel’s singing face is projected over flashes of Monique’s life, her tragedy shown in clips and hastily sewn together

And finally, the song ends with Noel draped against the chair, the others surrounding him

Every Story’s Got a Lesson

Short and simple, but Ocean snaps about Noel’s song and Karnak deadpans

As Ocean says “No.. every story has a lesson!” she finds a grad cape and cap and throws it on

As she sings, a blackboard appears with the words of the song written in chalk

The others, also in capes and caps, whistle and sing along

Somehow Karnak gets a hat on his head too

This Song is Awesome

Unlike Ocean and Noel, since being a rapper isn’t Mischa’s dream or desire, he’s black and white while the others are in full color, along with the contents of his music video

You read that right. Music. Video.

Specifically a music video shot by a seven year old with a short attention span and edited by a bunch of preschoolers

Not that it’s bad, it’s just got focus on things that are irrelevant, the editing goes insane, there’s a brief moment where Jane is literally photoshopped into the sky (TBOJD ref hehe)

Mischa wears a black and gold tracksuit but since it’s black and white you wouldn’t really tell

The others are Mischa’s background dancers, wearing blue and white

Basically every single time Mischa says “awesome,” the word is like edited onto the screen like a history teacher’s presentation

There are really good shots tho, like Mischa driving a convertible to the Hard Rock Cafe with Noel and Ricky

Surprisingly there is a Learjet in the video, no one really knows how that got there

The girls are all fawning over him in the club and then he sees a girl wearing punkish clothes and a white flowy skirt and the music video falls apart

Talia

The second Mischa lays eyes on Talia, the color slightly blooms into the video and he walks over to her

Instead of a photo of her, he genuinely talks to her, and you can see the love and care he has for her

When the others come back, they’re not in a club anymore, they’re out in a garden in a traditional Ukrainian wedding

While the girls escort “Talia,” who’s now been replaced with Jane, the boys help Mischa get prepared

When Mischa and Jane finally do interact, instead of Jane’s doll face, it’s Talia’s big brown eyes and warm smile that greets Mischa

They dance together, happily in love, with the others singing cheerfully in the background

Then Talia is suddenly ripped away from Mischa as he falls, falls, falls from the rollercoaster

As he does, his phone, also falling, flashes a picture of Talia on the lock screen

Mischa’s now in normal clothes, staring at the picture, while the others just dance around him, it’s a whole vibe

Then it cuts to Mischa and Talia in a grainy video, Mischa picks Talia up, spins her around, and she kisses him

Space Age Bachelor Man

I have SO MANY ideas for this song so this is gonna be LONG!

Song starts with Ricky alone, a single spotlight illuminating him in black and white.

“Others from outer space” has a peculiar spacecraft arriving in front of Ricky

Once those claps start, you know it’s gonna be wild

The spacecraft opens and spills a light that makes Ricky come into color, and the boys, in Zolarian couture, alert Ricky of their duty

When Ricky arrives on Zolar, the girls, now space aliens with tails and cat ears, practically throw themselves into his arms

“The naughty/holy daughters of the realm” has a shot of Ricky being crowdsurfed (for lack of a better term) through a sea of cat ladies

Um before the guitar solo, Ricky kisses Cat!Ocean. I don’t make the rules

Now the.. that scene is kept covered for a reason, so naturally I’d also just use shadows to convey wtf is happening then

“Now there is a new challenge” has the boys worried in front of holographic screens showing K-9’s enemy fleet

“For they’re at war with K-9!” had Ricky bursting out with the wildest, sexiest, most glittery costume you could EVER expect and it is everything to me

Suddenly everyone’s holding a laser gun and that makes Ricky freak out

So instead of announcing war, he goes to a podium and explains his desire of peace, which is broadcast to K-9’s fleet (idk how, i just think it’s funny)

“And they listened/and they heard my message” is Ricky breaking the fourth wall, pausing the action Emperor’s New Groove style before going back to the scheduled programming

The rest of the song is basically then partying in the spacecraft as it sends Ricky back home to Earth

The Ballad of Jane Doe

Jane, in a plain white dress, is alone. And everything is black and white. Not a single sliver of color anywhere

Everyone else is in funeral wear, however they pay no attention to Jane, like she was never human to begin with

We see Jane play with the decapitated doll and a rollercoaster toy, watching as it went up, then fall out of the seat

Every so often a flash of color and the faintest hint of a life beyond Jane is shown, but it’s so brief there’s no way to actually see it

As Jane begs St. Peter to let her into heaven(?), Jane tries to look for a helping hand but no one assists

“Wont you tell me at last who I am?” has Jane reaching out, not just to the sky, but to the funeral goers who can’t seem to notice her

Then we cut to Ja/enny (flashes between perspectives) in the rollercoaster, and how she lost her head

As Jane starts flying, her pleads become angry, more scornful since no one is giving her answers, but she’s still getting only tiny flashes. Not even a face, just a feeling or an emotion

“Time eats all his children” is Jane standing ominously, slowly pointing out into the non-existent crowd

“A melody floats through the air” has her flying through the funeral, the others ignoring her as she desperately tries to find herself. Her name

She flies through the graves, her desperation becoming more and more apparent

There’s a flash of a baby, a little boy, a monkey puppet, a thermos

Then Jane stops in front of a freshly dug grave, and she knows it’s her own. But its headstone is unmarked

And she just cries as the funeral goers surround the tomb of the empty girl

The New Birthday Song

Also short and sweet

Everyone wears a birthday outfit and Jane has the cape and hat

As she stands in the middle of the circle, holding the cupcake, the others dance around her

Then Constance gently nudged her arm and gestures to the cupcake

(Jane tries to eat it but Constance blows it out first)

Jawbreaker & Sugar Cloud

Lumping them both bc of the themes

We see the accident through Constance’s eyes. See the way it rose, then suddenly fell

“My heart just welled up” is a shot of Constance’s eyes widening, her terrified face morphing gently into a smile

As this happens, the flashbacks of the mundane things Constance learned to love are shown over it. We see her going back to bed, hanging upside down, her brother, her friends

And she starts to laugh as the coaster falls. And tears spill from her eyes as she does

In the present, Constance, in white outlining, wipes away her tears and collects herself for Sugar Cloud

As the song begins, we see a little flashback of Constance as a little girl given her first jawbreaker. She’s excited, then starts slowly sucking away the layers and gets visibly disappointed

“At first it seems so sweet” shows some clips of Constance growing up, and then she just loses the sparkle in her eye and spring in her step

Then the song starts to pick up and color arrives, everywhere as Constance just siblings merrily

Constance and the others aren’t in the warehouse anymore, they’re in the skies of blue, pink, gold, and purple

Constance jumps through a gold, pink, and blue cloud and emerges with her outfit, a pink jacket over a gold top and blue flats. A pink top hat attached to a headband is on her head

Twirling a cane, Constance genuinely sings happily with the others as they dance and jump through the multicolored clouds

The recorder solo is as memorable as always, with the others hyping Connie on by dancing and cheering excitedly

With no guilt in her heart, Constance happily shouts from the top of the sugary puffs her love for everything in her life, and the others happily back her up

It’s Not a Game/It’s Just a Ride

At this point in time, everyone’s back in their normal uniforms, drawn in their white outlines

The portal’s light gives Jane color, as she’s the one the others picked

Before Jane goes through the portal, she hugs Constance and Ricky, then steps through

A slideshow of clips appear showing of Penny’s life, before and after LEGOLAND, and the others all cuddle together to watch

As the slideshow goes by, the others are overlayed above it, so we can see their expressions now that Penny was brought back

As Penny grows older, she’s closer to her brother, she gets married, has children, is happy

When the slideshow starts showing clips of Penny growing much older, a clip is shown of children pointing at a picture

Older Penny takes a look at it and smiles. “They were my friends,” she seems to say, gently holding the picture of her and the choir

As she dies, Karnak says his final line as Virgil cuts the power cable

As sparks fly and the kids huddle close, they learn they’re not five. They’re six

Penny had come back to the afterlife after her death and the six of them were alone, in their white outlines

“But it’s not a game, it’s not a game” has Ocean picking up pieces of their outfits. A “Vote Ocean” pin, a feather boa, and black and gold cap, a cat ear headband, a doll with no head, a headband with a hat

“It’s just a ride!” has the kids in their outfits actually riding the Cyclone in full color, passing the loop that ended their lives and finishing the ride

*Now that they finished the ride in the afterlife, they all get out of the rollercoaster and reminisce about life together

“We’re all just sailing through space” is the kids as they revolve through all their outfits of the show, while talking about their lives, and their death

“It’s just a ride” has them all holding hands and spinning around, wearing the outfits for their individual songs

Then they fall to the floor and smile as they’re all together again

“And the world will keep on spinning/With no ending or beginning” has flashes of their songs, Ocean’s victory pose, Noel’s dramatic end, Mischa stopping his video, the couple’s fateful kiss, Ricky and his cat warriors, Penny taking Jane’s place on her named grave, and Constance in sugary clouds

Now in their uniforms, the Saint Cassian Chamber Choir is just a group of friends, who are all together and happy in the afterlife forever

“I know this dream of life is never ending” cuts to a girl with French braids waking up on the ground. She stands up and sees the light of the sun

“It goes around and ‘round and ‘round again” shows six friends, bonded by fate and together through time

THIS IS PROBABLY MY LONGEST EVER POST BUT I LOVE IT SO HAHA

#ride the cyclone #rtc #sydneys rtc animations #ocean o’connell rosenberg #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #jane doe rtc #constance blackwood #penny lamb #the amazing karnak

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sadnesslaughs · 21 days

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“Look, we didn’t say we never noticed that the mimic replaced you. How could we not? It’s just... It’s a far more pleasant individual than you are.”

(A response to a writing prompt)

It was an awkward reunion for the adventuring party, with a soaking wet Valis stomping his way towards the group’s table. “YOU!” Valis said, smacking his wooden staff against the table. Each adventurer pointed to themselves, except the mimic who pointed to Valis, not understanding what the group was doing. “You all have some nerve drinking in my home village after abandoning me. I had to wade through three rivers just to get back here.”

“Oh, Valis. So nice to see you. Oh, wait. If you're Valis, then who’s this guy?” Markus played stupid, the veteran of the group pretending to examine the mimic more closely, acting as if he was now only discovering that something was wrong. In the eyes of Valis, Markus didn’t need any help looking stupid, especially since he always led them astray whenever it was his turn to read a map.

“Really? You’re going to act like you didn’t know? He’s see through! When have I ever been see through?” The mimic indeed was see through, a baked ham still bouncing around his bubbly stomach that mimicked flesh. It was peculiar to watch, seeing bits of meat slowly getting dissolved in the acidic insides as the ham continued to bounce.

Abetha, their healer, let out a small sigh. In her experience, it was always best to rip the bandage off quickly, as opposed to a slow peel. So, she ripped this one off as cleanly as she could. “Look. We never technically said we didn’t notice it wasn’t you. How could we not? It’s just… How do I say this? Valissa is far more pleasant than you are.” Abetha winced as the truth came out, hoping she hadn’t opened any wounds with that quick tug.

“PLEASANT? I…” Valis struggled, his anger and broken heart fighting for dominance, both trying to force their way out. Instead of one winning, they both lashed out together. “I DID MY BEST. It was never easy being with you all. I wanted everyone to live, that’s all.” That loud flare to his voice cracked towards the end, turning into a sob. “I… was only harsh because I was scared of losing you.”

“Valis…” Abetha stared down at her glass, hoping to find some advice on what to say within its red mist of alcohol.

“Harsh? You ruined all our fun. Don’t eat that, don’t fight this. We’re adventurers. Our job is dangerous. How are we meant to get any fame if you keep treating us like idiots? That’s the thing that stung the most. You thought we were all stupid.” Lio snapped, glaring at his old adventuring buddy. The battle-hardened swordsmen, sick of being pulled out of danger by Valis’s protective charms.

“He has a point. We’re all strong in our own right. Yet, every time we did something, you felt the need to question our decisions.” Markus scooted backwards in his chair, standing up. “I appreciate you helping us, but now it’s time to formally remove you from our party. I hoped we could spare your feelings by pretending we got separated.” He offered his gloved hand to Valis. “Good luck.”

Valis shook as he grabbed the hand, unable to move when Markus clasped it. Markus did all the work, shaking their hands before prying his hand free from the shake. “There, a formal goodbye.” Markus returned to his seat, not looking at the messy face of his former party member.

“I… see. If I changed, would you allow me to-“

“No.” Lio pointed to the door. “Go join another party. Find someone that needs a whiny mage.”

“Lio!” Abetha hissed, elbowing his shoulder. “Do you need to be that rude? I’m sorry, Valis. It’s better if we part ways. For both of us. I doubt your feelings towards us will be positive after everything we’ve said today. This can be a fresh start for you, and for us.”

Valis nodded, holding his own hand for comfort. “Thank you… for our time together.” He bowed, trying to keep some dignity. As he turned to leave, a hand caught his robe, the mimic tugging on his robe, curiously looking at the person it had taken the form of. “What do you want?” Valis glared through teary eyes.

“Friend.” The mimic left the table, locking its arm around Valis’s, sticking close to his side. “Me, you. You, me. We be we,” it said, giving a wobbly grin. Its skin jiggled with excitement now that it had found its match, not showing any interest in the party anymore.

“HEY! WE STILL NEED YOU.” Lio said, trying to grab the mimic. As he grabbed the creature’s arm, it fell off, vibrating on the floor of the tavern. Instantly it grew back, returning to the mimics side.

“Don’t like. Like me.” It said, pressing its cheek against Valis, rubbing against him. “We travel. Want to learn from me. You bore. Dumb bore. Bore bore bore-“ It kept repeating bore until Valis shushed it.

“You little-“ Lio was held in place by his other party members, unable to grab his weapon.

Markus wasn’t pleased with the decision, but didn’t feel they had a say in the matter. It would hurt not having someone of his skills, but they couldn’t force the mimic to work with them. “Let it go,” Markus said.

“Good luck, Valis.” Abetha gave a small sincere smile, hoping this might repair some of the damage they had done. While she hadn’t liked Valis, she didn’t hate the man. A part of her even believed they could have gotten along if someone had spoken up about their feelings earlier. Still, even she couldn’t heal a wound like this. “You too, Valissa”

“Yes, Valissa too.” The mimic waved before directing Valis outside. The mage didn’t have an option but to follow, having to move with the oddly powerful pulls of the mimic. When they were outside, the mimic stopped, examining Valis. “Valis hard to copy. Make Valissa scream. Valissa learn from Valis in return for help. That deal. Deal?” Valissa shook his hand, not giving Valis a chance to react. “Deal. Let’s find cave and do a camp.”

The two walked in silence through the night, finding a camp to call home for the night. Starting their newest journey together.

#short stories #writing #writing prompt #story #writer

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histoires-en-bouteille · 11 months

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OMG okay okay look listen I have been watching a lot of horror gameplays lately ("you? horror?" yeah me, horror, i know i know) and now i'm thinking.

An open-world horror survival (kinda) RPG game. Where you start by choosing a character to play from a list of characters - you have very basic infos on them, like an archive file kind of thing with a picture of them and like name + some of their faculties, and a lot of censored text.

You select one of the character, and you play as that character throughout the game. And you have like this open world and you have like. At first it seems like there isn't a "big goal" or anything, it's just you surviving and doing like missions and exploration but completely unrelated to each other, and you just kind of learn to survive within that world.

Or so you think.

Because you don't notice at first, but things are odd. I mean. Really, it's subtle. It takes you more or less time to really figure out that Soemthing Isn't Right. And I'm not talking about the fucked up creatures living Outside or the mean humans who try to rip off anything you own in exchange of shelter or food.

No, I mean odd as in that creature which has been following you for three days straight yet never once attacked or approached you. You only noticed its presence a few days ago, but really, how long has it been following you?

Odd as in, why do all of these people behave as if they were expecting you? Why are they acting so nice and charming, or so exaggerately mean, rude even? Why does it feel like everything you do in this town has been expected...scripted...?

Odd, as in these missions feel more and more related, but you can't exactly pinpoint how or why, you just have a feeling that they are. You just have that feeling and it's making you pay more and more attention to your surrounding, and as you become more aware, you develop new skills and suddenly you are able to notice things you couldn't before.

Like the engraving on these ruins. Which weren't there when you came here for your first mission. The noises outside, and the glitches that sometime interrupt the screeching and chirping. Abandonned structures that shouldn't even be here, because how? Because why?

The fact that, whenever you ask about what happened, everyone gives you the same answer.

Almost word for word.

And the more you become aware, the more these incoherence become obvious to you, and the more dangerous your expeditions and missions become as well. Slowly, the dots connect, the links become visible, the real purpose of the game unfolds before your eyes.

And given which character you pick at the beginning, you get a different ending. Because you could pick the character who will never know the truth. Or you could pick the character who does.

You could even pick the character who knew all along, yet never told you anything.

Even as a player, your fate had been written down. No matter which character you pick at the beginning, and no matter how the story unfolds, one truth remains the same, always.

You, "player", were the one being played all along.

@chaoticvampirejedi @m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s

#yes.#this is about Sacrificed.#LOOK LOOK-#I will never shut up about that #NEVER #everytime I think about that universe and the possible AUs I just fucking lose it #because every AU idea every addition to this universe and its extensions are FUCKED UP #man i am TELLING you #this universe will haunt me forever #these horror gameplays fed my imagination guys like you seriously have no idea how much #mind is boiling rn #brain going brrrrrrr #thinking #it's like fucking with reality and the concept of mise en abîme - a sort of 'inception' mind you #a game within a game - reality interwined - what is the truth and what is reality - where do the game stop - what even is the game?#questions to keep your head running and screaming while you play the game - and are being played by the game.#HAAAAAAAAAAA SCREMAING MY MIND IS GFJK DBERIOGFJKJBG

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i-write-some-stuff · 1 year

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Overwhelmed - nyt

Pairing: Yuta x gn/enby OC (Kye) Contents: When the party gets too rowdy, Kye thought they had escaped the others by getting outside. They thought wrong. Warnings: overwhelmed oc, weed consuption, beer drinking Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Alright so I hated the original one so I took it down and rewrote it. I think this one is much better and I hope you guys like it too! Also I know I promised a masterpost for this series, it's coming, things just got out of hand lately but we're (hopefully) back on track

*This is purely a work of fiction. It is in no way meant to represent any idol in any way, shape or form.

Voices became louder, and Kye turned around, trying to see what was going on. Johnny was nowhere to be found, and Haechan and Mark had run off who knows where, leaving Kye alone with their thoughts in the middle of the very crowded living room. Doing their best to not bump into everyone, Kye tried to make their way out of the crowd and into the kitchen, where they figured they could have a moment for themself. Everyone else seemed to be going the opposite way, trying to peak at whatever was happening over there. Mumbling ‘sorry’s and ‘excuse me’s, Kye pushed through, ignoring as much as they could the loud and repetitive beat of the music.

A glass bottle broke, startling Kye, who spun around, spilling their drink all over someone’s shoes. Apologizing profusely, Kye kept backing up, abandoning the empty cup on their way. With the kitchen finally in sight, Kye cursed, seeing that it was just as crowded as everywhere else. The backdoor seemed like their best bet. When they got outside, they threw themself against the wall, out of breath.

“Kye? You alright?” Turning towards the voice, Kye saw Yuta, sitting on the concrete bench a bit further from the door. Kye nodded.

“In a minute,” they mumbled, but Yuta seemed to hear, since he didn’t push further. Closing their eyes, Kye tried to focus on their breathing.

If they were completly honest, Kye would have wanted any other frat brother out there right now. They didn’t have anything against Yuta, but they found him slightly intimidating. They had never really talked either, as Yuta was usually at work whenever Kye and Johnny met to work on their project. They were surprised Yuta even knew their name, given that the both of them had barely ever talked.

“Are you gonna be sick?" Yuta asked, and Kye shook their head. "You should probably sit down, then," he replied, patting the seat next to him. "I don't bite," he added, and Kye smiled, giving in.They went to sit with him, and he leaned back against the wall, bringing a joint to his lips. He really was beautiful, Kye thought. In the dim light from the patio's string lights, he looked like he was straight out of a movie. After all, his nickname was the Prince, and Kye thought whoever gave him that nickname were very right. Yuta glanced at them, and Kye looked away, feeling the heat burn their face. Fortunately for them, Yuta misread their reaction.

“Want a smoke?” He asked, stretching his arm towards them.

“Thanks,” Kye replied, taking a long drag, then very slowly blowing it out.

“Someone’s used to this,” Yuta joked.

“It’s one of the few things that help my overthinking brain to shut up sometimes,” Kye explained, and Yuta nodded.

“I get that. Do you feel better now, though? I can go and get you water."

“No, no, I’m good,” Kye paused, “and honestly… I’d rather not be alone right now. If you don’t mind,” Kye said quietly.

“I shall not leave your side, then,” Yuta said, and Kye smiled.

They sat in silence for a moment, the joint going back and forth between them. Yuta noticed how Kye was fidgeting with a strand of their ripped jeans, and Yuta handed them the joint again, then took off one of his necklaces, letting it dangle in front of Kye. It was a simple chain with a small feather carved in a black stone. Kye gave him a questioning look. “To play with. In stead of destroying your jeans. And your skin,” he said, noticing the raw skin around Key’s nails. Kye hesitantly took the necklace, running their fingers along the feather. It felt cool and soft, and their focus fully on the piece of jewelry for a moment, examining every side and smooth curve on the little object. Yuta watched them, a fond smile on his lips.

“Do you like it?” He asked, and Kye nodded. He thought they looked very cute, staring at his necklace as if it was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen, analyzing every single part of it. He almost let himself tell them to keep it, but he cleared his throat instead. “So what was happening back there?”

“No idea. Everyone got loud and started pushing around to get a better view so I just dipped,” Kye explained.

“Hmm. Probably just Haechan doing a keg stand or something.”

“That would add up, yeah,” Kye laughed. “What are you doing smoking all alone out here?”

“Couldn’t find anyone to come with me.”

“In a frat house full of partying uni students? Yeah right." A beat passed. "You didn’t ask me,” Kye stated, eyes glued to the feather.

“I didn’t know you smoke. In fact, I don’t know you at all. Other than your name, of course.”

“What do you mean you don’t know me? We see each other all the time!” Kye said, falsely offended.

“Yeah, like half a second.”

“That’s on you, really,” Kye said, and Yuta laughed, happy to see them more comfortable.

“Hey, I don’t choose my hours. If anything, you should plan your visits around my schedule.”

“I don’t know your schedule.”

“I can text it to you.”

“Smooth. Do you always get people's numbers like that?” Kye asked, finally looking up from the feather to look at him.

“First time, actually. Did it work?” They stared at each other for a second, then Kye sighed.

“Gimme your phone before I change my mind,” Kye said. Yuta had a cocky smirk, handing it to them.

The back door opened rather violently, and Kye jumped at the sudden snap, instinctively scooting closer to Yuta. His arm went across them, hand falling on their thigh in a protective stance as they both checked to see who was coming out.

An angry Jaehyun made his way through the yard, Jamie not far behind him, calling out his name. Yuta and Kye shared a look, Yuta noticing his position and moving his hand away.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“That’s okay-“

“Leave them alone for once, will you?” Johnny’s voice caught their attention, and they saw him holding Haechan back, keeping him from running after the two others. Haechan turned around to protest, but his eyes fell on Yuta and Kye, and his target suddenly changed.

“Since when do you two know each other?”

“They’re a regular at the cafe,” Yuta lied right away, and Kye nodded. Kye shared a look with Johnny, who knew that was a lie, but strangely refrained from commenting. His eyes fell on Kye’s lap, where the feather necklace and Yuta’s phone now laid, and he smirked.

“Come on,” he told Haechan, dragging the younger boy back inside. Poking his head out the door, he added “They’ve calmed down, by the way.” Kye smiled, thanking Johnny as he disappeared, yelling some non-sense as he did.

“Do you wanna go back inside?” Yuta asked, and Kye took a deep breath.

“I’ll stay a little longer. But you don’t have to wait for me,” Kye said, handing Yuta his phone back.

“I’m good,” he said, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the wall. A few minutes later, a sort of chant rose from inside, and Yuta sighed.

“See, this time it’s really Haechan doing a keg stand,” he said, and Kye laughed, mindlessly playing with the feather in their lap.

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freegancreations · 9 months

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20 swatches.

You can find previews in the Example Photos. :)

These Item is Unisex and can be worn by all genders.

These Items wont randomize onto random sims. It will be your Sims personal item. If you place it, they wear it. No more Stolen Outfits! :)

My Dearest Freegan Babies,

Today I’d like to tell you about one of my favorite stores that played a decent part in my life. I grew up very low income. Thrift store vouchers were how I got new clothes every year for school, and when I grew up, thrift stores were never the place to be. It was seen as a disgrace in my small town to have to do that. For me, I thought of Thrifting as a magical place. I enjoyed looking at the clothes and imagining who owned them prior and what their life was like. It allowed me access into other cultures and environments I probably wouldn’t have experienced otherwise.

When I was in middle school, a girl in my class had gotten a new coat from a Goodwill by her house. She loved that coat and couldn’t wait to show it off before first period as we lined up and waited at the doors to be let in. This was our little runway, if you will… She was so excited that she showed it off to everyone walking by until the “Upper class” girls got in line. The snottiest of them noticed the Coat and announced to everyone that she gave that to Goodwill for the poor and that it was her jacket. She pointed out a stain she made on the sleeve and shamed the girl for getting something at the Goodwill bins. She made such a scene that the poor girl broke into tears and ripped off the coat... She threw it away and didn’t wear another one until Junior Year. It may sound extreme, but for her that was what pushed her over the edge. It was heartbreaking. A few of us tried to make it better, but there was no way of reaching her. She was too far into the rabbit hole of shame.

I, too, remember feeling this way, and knew that my number would come up one day. It did, but luckily the girl who donated was much kinder. She came up to me my Sophomore year and informed me that was her favorite jacket too, but it no longer fit. She told me how happy she was that it got a good home, and we scheduled a day to go Thrifting together. It was an unexpected friendship, and it was a time I needed a friend like that.

When I turned 16, I had finally saved up enough for a shopping spree at WildCats. It was a tiny Vintage store sandwiched between two abandoned buildings at this time, but it was on one of the main strips of Downtown. I remember trying to go for about 3 months, but I kept barely missing them due to my schedule. I remember walking in and feeling at home… I felt Safe. Soft, yet strongly written music was playing on the speaker system and the owner just let me explore. I found multiple items, and asked to try them on. I was thrilled when I found a Cherry print Halter Dress from the 1970s and a Leather Jacket in the back that fit my frame perfectly. It was a men’s small, and I asked why it was in the back. She said it was from an estate sale. The man who owned it in his 20’s had passed away of old age and the family wanted to donate it. I bought it instantly, and still have/wear it today. I like to think it’s my lucky jacket.

In the side pocket, there's an intentional hole torn in it that I didn’t find until a few years later. Inside was a little grocery list, a pack of Unopened Halls Cough drops, and a Folded up “lucky” bandanna. It was stashed in the lining to be kept safe, and I didn’t know the back story but I knew it was stashed away in there with love. So I kept it there. Whenever I wear my jacket and I feel anxious, I reach out and hold that bandanna in my hands and I don’t feel as alone. It was a small gift, and a small remembrance of a man I never met, but felt weirdly close to. I remember leaving my own tiny note for the next person who may receive this jacket after I’m gone, and I hope they find it. I hope that they feel how much love was put into that jacket, how many memories had been made, and I hope they make their own.

I mention this because as I was thinking about why I make CCs and why I’m trying to painstakingly make my own meshes; I can’t help but to think of all of you… I think of how many people have come to my page and found something they loved. I think about how many little moments I have been a part of by extension, and I feel nothing but love and pride to be a small moment in your life. I hope you know how much I care about all of you, and how much I hope that my little letters, little gifts, and my time spent is a sign that you are loved, and you are thought of. I know this world is hard right now, and I know things can get really rough. I hope you find your own lucky item that brings you comfort, and until then I hope my CCs remind you that some random stranger thinks about you every day. They wish the very best for you, and you are well wanted in this world…

Find your own Wildcats, Explore, and Love like there is no tomorrow.

Best wishes my Dearest Freegans! Be Good and Do some Good out there, Ok? We’re all in this together after all. <3

-Ashley J Williams, Freegan Creations

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blookmallow · 1 year

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i dont understand anything thats going on ever in the fnf fandom ive only played the original and watched a lil bit of the ddlc mod and the. sans crossover one but it seems to have gone a similar direction to the undertale fandom where AUs/mods have increasingly convoluted lore so maybe i Just Dont Get It but i have such specific strong opinions on senpai characterization and barely any of the fanart i see matches it quite right

like. to me,

he’s not a sweet uwu baby. this one i actively dont understand like did y’all miss the entire point. no one ever seems to make him nasty enough whenever i look for it and i dont get it. why are you skipping out on The Best Part

people always characterize him as homophobic straight boy but look at him. i see sparkles, way too much blush, a pink tie and a pink microphone. theres flowers everywhere. hes oozing bitchy gay energy. i will accept “gay And homophobic” though. not in a closeted “im straight i swear” way though. you understand

actually truth be told i feel like its almost better if hes just straight up gay and the entire thing is just an act to get attention. hes Just manipulative and strings all these girls along but never seems to actually have a girlfriend and everyone thinks its because no one’s good enough for him, but actually,

i know “the spirit is his true form” is probably a valid interpretation but i just cannot vibe with it at all. it looks to me like he was clearly ripped apart by the spirit. whatever it is, it Killed him. which does imply hes something more than A Game Character but i still really dont think it is him

i also dont think the spirit was possessing him before it manifested. like, that could explain the “perfect character suddenly glitches and breaks down” and it could have just broken out of that form entirely at the end but like. that would mean the bitchy mean senpai is the spirit’s personality breaking through, which just Doesn’t track with how it acts when it bursts out. and why would it be trying to act like him anyway. its like, a game that gf abandoned or something, senpai isnt even a full person with an actual Life or anything. i think it was trapped somewhere deep within the game and senpai breaking character/bf getting in shook up the code enough to make just enough of a hole for it to break out? i dont know. i also dont know what the connection is with senpai and the lemon demon but i see that a lot too

ANYWAY. nobody makes him pretty enough i want senpai with obnoxious heart earrings and pink tinted chapstick that smells like strawberry. he has an extremely complicated skin care routine. he smells like four different perfumes at once. his nails are flawless. he writes in glittery gel pen. he has little kitty charms on his phone

people try to make him tragic and misunderstood and i do not get the appeal at all i just want him to be Bitter and Nasty and Petty and beautiful. hes probably a spoiled rich kid who has never been told no in his life. hes pathetic. hes gorgeous. hes the worst boy you’ve ever met

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secretfantasyspace · 4 years

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Journey’s end

#journey #santa monica studio #ps4 #sony #this game is beautiful and i've already did the journey like 5 times #im missing the companion trophy #whenever i play everyone abandons me rip

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dontcare77ghj · 2 years

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Snakes

Bucky x reader x Steve x Thor

You had been born a mutant and not with an ability that could be easily concealed.

You had been born covered in what people first assumed to be snake tattoos.

But those snakes weren't just tattoos, much to your parent's horror. The snakes adorning your skin could come to life.

They could move about your skin, interacting with each other and feeding off your emotions, but they could come off your body.

The 'tattoos' could peel themselves off your skin and become real snakes whenever you desired.

Your parents must have been horrified at the sight because they had abandoned you on the doorstep of Charles Xavier's school.

Charles and the x-men were your family, but you weren't an x-men.

Yes, the x-men raised you. Helped you learn more about yourself and your powers, but you couldn't join Charle's team. That life wasn't for you.

You had moved out of the mansion and into an apartment in Queens. You got a job at a local pet store, and that was when you met Wanda Maximoff.

Wanda came in looking for a dog, and the two of you got to talking.

The two of you quickly became friends, and soon enough, you were admitting to Wanda your secret.

You and Wanda were as close as sisters, so it was only inevitable when the two of you began meeting each other's friends.

"Come on, I have to show you this new trick Sparky can do," Wanda said, pulling you out of the elevator.

"Slow down. You're going to rip my arm off." You chuckled, following after the woman.

"Wanda, got someone you want to introduce us to?" A woman asked, causing you and Wanda to turn and face the room full of Avengers.

"Oh, this is my friend, Y/N. She helped me pick out Sparky." Wanda introduced you.

"Oh, so you're the reason one of my couches have teeth holes in it." Tony Stark commented.

"Won't apologize for it. Dogs will be dogs." You shrugged.

"Nice tattoos." Natasha Romanoff complimented you. "You like snakes, huh?"

"You could say that." You smirked. "But they're not tattoos."

"Y/N, you don't have to," Wanda said, putting her hand on your arm.

"It's fine, Wanda. I'm sure you've all seen weirder." You shrugged before the 'tattoo' on your arm came to life, and a snake was wrapped around your arm.

"Holy shit!"

"That's cool."

"Yeah, definitely seen weirder."

"Can they all do that?" Clint Barton asked you.

"That and so much more." You smiled.

"Can I play with one of your snakes?" Thor asked, now standing in front of you. "I love snakes."

"Oh, uh, sure."

"Ugh, Thor, Y/N is my friend." Wanda groaned. "We're hanging out."

"There's plenty of me to go around." You said when the God began to pout. "I can stay a little longer if you want to see the snakes."

"Why not just stay for lunch?" Clint asked you. "It's not often Wanda has friends over."

"I hate everyone in this place." Wanda sighed. "I'll just get Sparky, and we can hang out in here."

"Fantastic! Now, please, show me your snakes." Thor said, pulling you towards the couch he'd been sitting on.

"He really likes snakes." Bucky chuckled as you sat beside him. "I'm Bucky." He said, holding his hand out to you.

"It's nice to meet you, Bucky." You smiled, shaking his hand. "It's fine that he likes the snakes. It's actually nice to meet someone who likes them right away." You said as more snakes came off your skin. "Most people usually scream."

"As you said, we've seen stranger." Steve Rogers chuckled, taking a seat on your other side. "So none of these are tattoos?"

"Not one."

"Wow," Steve said, looking the snakes over appreciatively. "That's amazing."

Why do I have the feeling that I'm not just going to come here for Wanda anymore?

"Miss Maximoff apologizes, but she is still in training. She says she shouldn't be longer than a half-hour." FRIDAY says as you step out into the living room. "She says you're more than welcome to wait here."

"Thank you, FRIDAY." You said, moving into the living room.

"Lady Y/N!" Thor exclaimed. "It has been too long!"

"I was here two days ago, Thor." You smiled, moving to take a seat next to the God.

"Yes, and I only saw you for a moment." Thor nodded. "I hardly said hello to you before you and Wanda were off."

"The bar down the street has a really good lunch special. We had to run, or we'd have missed it." You apologized.

"You can make it up to me by allowing me to greet your snakes." Thor bargained with you.

"Well, you drive a tough deal, but I suppose that can happen." You said, taking his hand and letting one of your snakes crawl onto Thor's hand.

"Hello there." Thor smiled as the reptile curled around his wrist. "You're beautiful, aren't you? Yes, you are." He cooed.

"You're going to make the others jealous, you know." You said, allowing several other snakes to peel off you.

"Well, it's a good thing I think they're all beautiful." Thor smiled as the snakes crawled over him.

"You know, I was told long ago that you liked snakes, but I didn't realize you liked them this much." You mentioned.

"I love snakes." Thor smiled. "It was always my mother's greatest bain."

"Your love for snakes?" You rose a brow.

"More so, my love for handling snakes, no matter how venomous or large they may be." Thor chuckled.

"Well, your mother can rest assured because none of my girls are venomous." You smiled.

"I wouldn't fear it if they were," Thor promised as one of your snakes curled around his shoulders. "Even after I ended up being stabbed after holding one particular snake, I did not hesitate to pick up another."

"Excuse me?"

"When my brother and I were eight, Loki transformed himself into a snake because he knew how fond I was of them. When I went to pick him up, he changed back and stabbed me." Thor recounted with a smile.

"Why would he do that?" You asked the God.

"He thought it would be funny. And perhaps teach me my lesson about picking up strange reptiles." Thor said.

"Yes, I can see that worked out well." You smirked.

"A little poke with a knife is not going to stop me from interacting with beautiful creatures," Thor told you.

"Perhaps, we should get you a pet snake of your own." You suggested.

"I have asked more than once and been told as many times that I am not responsible enough to take care of a snake of my own." Thor sighed.

"That's all right. Because we're friends, and as often as I come over, you can play with my snakes." You told the God.

"Thank you, Y/N." Thor smiled. "That truly makes me smile."

"You two look like you've had fun." Bucky chuckled as he entered the kitchen.

"So much fun, Bucky." Wanda smiled as she floated a bag of flour over to the counter. "We had so many drinks."

"I can see that. And what are you doing now?" Bucky questioned her.

"We're making brownies!" Wanda exclaimed, tossing a bag of chocolate chips over to the counter. "Where's the caramel sauce?" She whined.

"I don't think we have any. Remember when Clint added half the bottle to his coffee?" Bucky reminded the woman.

"Damn it, Clint." Wanda sighed. "Wait here, Y/N. I have some on my floor." Wanda said before rushing from the room.

"You got it, Wand." You said, not lifting your head off the counter.

"Woah, I've never seen your hair like that," Bucky said, staring at you in surprise.

"I've got a headache, is all. And these guys are overreacting." You sighed as one of your snakes brushed against your cheek.

"You sure it's not a hangover?" Bucky chuckled.

"Still drunk, Buck." You told the man. "Still pretty drunk."

"So because you're drunk and have a headache, you look like that girl from monsters inc?" Bucky clarified.

"Yes." You said with a snap of your fingers.

"Alright, fair enough." Bucky nodded as he moved towards the freezer. "Hey, Thor got these as a surprise, so don't tell him I told you first, but he got something for the girls." He said, pulling out a container.

"Mice?" You asked, pulling the lid off the container. "That's so sweet." You smiled, taking one out and offering it to the closest snake.

"That's kinda gross." Bucky shivered as the snake swallowed it whole.

"Be glad they're not alive." You smirked, continuing to feed the reptiles. "Okay, you've been fed now, girls. Can we please vacate my head now?" You asked, only for the snakes to all hiss no at you.

"I think that's your answer, doll." Bucky chuckled, sitting down beside you and offering you a glass of water.

"Eh, it's fine for now, I guess." You said before taking the glass. "Thanks, just what I needed.."

"Yeah, it's almost like I've had a hangover or two before myself." Bucky joked.

"I thought you couldn't get drunk anymore?" You wondered. "At least that's what Wanda said."

"It's a bit harder now, but if I put my mind to it, I can get there." Bucky shrugged. "Nothing like what you and Wanda are like tonight.

"Yeah, but tonight's a bit of a special occasion. Don't usually get like this." You mentioned.

"And what's the occasion tonight?" Bucky wondered.

"I got to tell my birth family to fuck off." You smirked.

"Oh?"

"They dropped me off at a school for mutants when I was a baby, and for some reason, they decided to track me down now." You shook your head. "Apparently, they could never have another kid and decided that maybe I was alright, mutation and all."

"And you told them to fuck off?"

"Loud and clear. Wanda recorded it too. I'm very proud of myself." You smirked. "They didn't want to be around me when I was a baby because I'm different. They don't deserve to know me now."

"Well, congratulations, doll." Bucky smiled, reaching over to squeeze your hand. "Sounds like you got what you needed tonight."

"Not really."

"No?"

"No, because I want brownies." You said, causing Bucky to chuckle. "You, stay here." You said, rising to your feet. "I'm gonna find out what's taking Wanda so long, and then we're sharing brownies."

"Sounds good, doll." Bucky nodded.

"Sounds fantastic, you mean."

"Thank you so much for doing this, Y/N," Steve said as he set up his canvas. "I really owe you one."

"Please, you're feeding these guys. Your debt is more than paid." You said as your snakes crawled off your skin.

"It's really not. You're helping me give Thor a great birthday present." Steve told you. "And considering Bucky got him a pop tart subscription box, I thought it was game over."

"I don't know why the two of you insist on making this a contest." You said, setting your girls up on the scene Steve made.

"Well, me and Buck didn't have a lot when we were younger. You know, because of the recession. And now we have the money to spend on the people who mean most to us." Steve told you. "But I still think it's the thought that counts."

"That's real sweet, Steve." You smiled. "I don't think it should be a competition, but I think Thor's gonna love it a lot."

"He might if I can make this look good." Steve sighed.

"You saying my girls aren't good looking, Rogers?" You teased the blonde.

"Not at all. It's just I haven't drawn much lately. I might be a bit rusty." Steve told you.

"Oh, please, Steve. I've seen the picture you drew for Wanda's birthday. You don't just lose talent like that, Steve." You said.

"It's not really a talent." Steve blushed. "It's just something I like to do every now and then."

"Steve, even if you weren't Captain America, you could sell any one of your pieces and be set for a long time." You told the man.

"I don't know about that." Steve shook his head. "But the thought's nice."

"By the way, where did you learn to draw?" You wondered.

"I didn't really learn anywhere. It's just something I used to do with my ma." Steve shrugged, not looking up from his sketchbook. "She always used to say if we had the money, she'd send me right to art school." He smiled.

"You know, if you really wanted to, I'm sure Tony could set you up with a tutor." You suggested. "I mean, at this point, you don't need one, but it could be nice to fill the dream."

"It could be." Steve hummed. "I don't know about it, though. It was always more of Ma's dream than mine." He shrugged. "She was really sure I was gonna be something someday. No matter how sick I got as a kid, she never stopped believing."

"She'd be proud of you, Steve. I'm sure of it." You smiled at your friend.

"Thank you, Y/N." Steve smiled back at you.

"Jesus Y/N. What the hell?" Wanda asked as she entered her floor to find you pulling her couch apart.

"I'm sorry, Wanda. I promise I'll clean all this up after, but I can't find her." You said, tossing another pillow onto the floor.

"Find who? What did you lose?" Wanda asked, moving towards you.

"One of my girls." You said, spinning to face her. "I was taking a nap, and she slithered off."

"Why would she do that? How can you be sure?" Wanda demanded, looking under the coffee table.

"I know when one of my girls is missing, Wands." You sighed. "I don't know why she would do this. I don't care if they want to wander but not wander off."

"Okay, calm down," Wanda said, putting her hands on your shoulders. "Breathe. Give me a second." She said before closing her eyes. "Found her."

"Where? Where is she?"

"She's in the gym," Wanda told you.

"How did she get in the gym? There's an elevator and so many floors between here and there. Oh, never mind. Thank you, Wands." You kissed the woman's cheek before running towards the elevator.

Entering the gym your eyes scoured the floor until you spotted your missing snake.

"There you are." You sighed, gently picking your girl up. "How the hell did you get in here?"

"Y/N?"

Spinning on your heel, you found Steve, Bucky and Thor, all standing behind you.

"You were here when I entered, weren't you?"

"No, we were supposed to meet Wanda here for a training session," Steve told you as the door closed loudly.

"What the?" Bucky asked, moving to try and open the doors.

"I'm sorry, everybody, but these doors are now locked," FRIDAY announced.

"Why are they locked, FRIDAY?" Steve asked the AI.

"Miss Maximoff has asked I keep these doors locked until certain confessions are made," FRIDAY informed the four of you.

"What?" You wondered. "What does that mean?"

"Oh, come on, Wanda." Bucky groaned.

"Bucky? You know what's going on?" You crossed your arms.

"Yes. We all do." Steve sighed. "Wanda doesn't think we know what we're doing."

"In general? Or what?"

"Probably in general, but specifically with a problem the three of us have been having," Steve told you.

"And she's locked me in here with you because she wants me to help you three out?" You guessed.

"Actually, you're a part of the problem," Bucky said.

"Ouch."

"Not in a bad way, Y/N." Thor jumped in. "I told you two we should have done something about this sooner," Thor told Steve and Bucky.

"We know you did." Steve sighed.

"Any time you boys feel like filling me in, I'm right here." You said, raising a brow at the three.

"Wanda's not going to let us out of here until we ask her, you two." Bucky sighed. "Y/N, the three of us like you. We've been wanting to ask you out for months, but we haven't had the guts to say anything."

"Oh, is that all?" You wondered. "Thank God for that." You said once they nodded.

"Is that good?" Steve asked you. "Are you okay with that? Do you maybe want to go on a date?"

"I would love to go on a date with you three." You smiled. "Tell you what, once we get out of here, why don't we go out for lunch? Sound like a plan?"

"That sounds wonderful, doll." Bucky smiled.

"More than," Thor added. "Now, if FRIDAY doesn't want to open these doors, I think I can get them to open."

"That won't be necessary," FRIDAY said as she opened the doors. "Miss Maximoff says congratulations and that she better be maid of honour at the wedding."

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bubblegumfics · 2 years

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Everyone is falling in love-Jeff the Killer(woods ver.) SMUT 18+

Finally, after a few weeks I got this to turn out how I wanted it to. Experimenting with these characters to create my own versions for you all to enjoy is what makes me happy so I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it. Also I feel like I shouldn't have to say this but be careful when partaking in drugs and be aware of some of the risks of how you consume it before you do.

-your local poltergeist stoner

Warnings: smut, drug use(weed), shotgunning, slight dubcon(?), ,deepthroating, petnames, knifeplay--Minors dni 18+

AFAB, she/her pronouns used,

word count:2.4k

Jeff was known for throwing the best underground parties around, however, it was only a matter of time before the rush of being in abandoned warehouses or allegedly (absolutely) haunted places wore off. Eventually he needed something more.

“Oh Y/n dear~.” He spoke in a scratchy yet dulcet tone, laying back onto the couch.

“What do you want, Jeffery?” Y/n clicked open the phone, rolling their eyes as a pang of annoyance runs through their system.

“I’m planning a party tonight. A big one. I think you should come.” He laughs, playing with the knife in his hands, running a finger along the edge.

“Where is it? Actually why such short notice? You’re usually good at planning these things.” her brows furrowed in confusion as he let out a chuckle.

“Well, I don’t think I need a reason, do I? But if you must know, it's going to be at the manor.” She blinked repeatedly wondering if she actually heard him right.

“So surely you understand why I can’t just plan now, can you? Everyone will be out tonight, except Ben of course.” Of course, he usually went along with Jeff’s bullshit, but this is something else entirely. To cross the manor and the people who live in it is the same as crossing the operator himself which would most always have fatal consequences. I mean it's not like Jeff followed any rules or alignments nor does he care to, so what’s one more notch in his bedpost?

“So, you in?”

“Are you kidding? I gotta be there for this. Pick me up in ten.”

She hung up the phone, silence once again consuming the room. How did this even start again? She was supposed to die that night as just another faceless victim of his wrath with the cold blade he held pressed into her neck, but with few words, managed to confuse him enough to stay alive at least one more day. He came back pretty often after that, which made y/n grow less fearful and more frustrated at the smiling man. After awhile he just stopped murder attempts altogether and would opt to show up whenever and stay as long as he pleased.

“Hurry up fuckface!!” Jeff blared on the horn, sticking his head out the window of the car. “Ugh.” She locks the door behind her and enters the vehicle, already placing a hand on the grab handle as a precaution.

“Are you ready for the ride of your life?” He chuckles, placing the car in reverse and looking back. Y/n couldn’t tell what she was more anxious about, Jeff’s driving or going back there. The manor isn’t a new place to her, but ever since she had gotten somewhat close to Jeff, it only seemed to serve as a reminder about her life getting flipped upside down. The wool was pulled from her eyes that day and all questions of missing people or mysterious happenings were all answered the second she walked through the door, no one needing to utter a word.

It was large and foreboding, although kept surprisingly well with the wood darkened and stained with age, but remaining just as sturdy as the day it was cut. A garden sat up front with various plants that held different foods and flowers growing together separated only by a path you could travel through that led to the front door.

“Are you sure about this?” She asked, unsure of what to do. Sensing her unease, he places a hand to her thigh. A blush dusted across her face, averting her gaze slightly to fidget with the ripped bits of her jeans instead.

“No, but that’s what makes it so exciting.” He gripped the wheel tightly with his free hand, playing with it as he schemed, staring at the building with a glint in his eyes. Y/n couldn’t help but smile softly at him.

“Come on, we should hurry in before more people show up.”

Tables were filled with food and alcohol, speakers already blaring dance music, with Ben manning the dj station.

“People are starting to show up.” It wasn’t long before the party was in full swing and packed full of people dancing mindlessly to the music that was somehow even louder than it was earlier. Jeff stood on the staircase, red solo cup in hand as he watched the patrons go wild.

“Wow. I didn’t think you’d actually be able to pull this off.” Jeff turned, looking down to face Y/n, waving her over.

“Ouch, honestly im hurt” he clutched his chest in a joking manner and mischief painted on his face.

“Hey.” His face was centimetres away from hers in a second, he practically beamed as he grabbed her wrist to shove her hand into his pocket.

“Jeff quit being a perv-” They trailed off after feeling the rolled joints, matching his expression of pure glee once she realised what it was.

“Are we gonna light them to start passing them around?” He scoffed, turning to climb the stairs, looking back and motioning for her to follow him.

His room is about as messy as you’d expect. Clothes are thrown across the floor without a care and alcohol bottles peeking out of the closet from an overflowing bin.

He excitedly went to the window, opening it to let the cool breeze in, picking up the lighter from the corner as well as the items in his pocket. Y/n reached to grab one but Jeff placed his hand over hers, shaking his head.

“I have an idea, just…. don’t freak out.” He picks up the joint, hesitation influencing his every movement, examines it then puts it to his lips and lighting. He took a long drag, placing one hand on her shoulder, placing the other one when the burning joint was in the small glass tray. she looked at him confused when he pulled her closer to his frame.

“Jeff what the fuck are you doing?” He doesn’t answer, but instead places his lips to hers, coaxing her mouth open with his tongue. He exhaled and the smoke that was once in his lungs filled hers. She grasped his forearm for support when he pulled away, stunned as she exhaled with a cough.

“Not gonna lie, that was kinda hot.” She was breathless, the act freshly burned into her mind, a pleasant feeling creeping up in the pit of her stomach she couldn’t quite place, but she spoke before she got a chance to process it.

“Do it again.” She neared his now pink-dusted face and he fumbled for the items again. This time she was prepared, closing her eyes when he set the things down and running her fingers through his hair. When he finished she pulled his head down and onto her neck, letting out a rasped moan, watching the smoke escape in a haze as he placed kisses and bites along her skin.

“I want you so bad.” He looked up at her with pleading eyes. He looked and sounded completely vulnerable, hinting that his words extended beyond physicality.

“All of you. Your stupid face, your voice, your body. Any way that I can have you is how I want you No, how I need you.” He slid his hands under her shirt, running his hands up and down her sides.

“I can be good for you, just let me show you.” She did not speak, processing his unusual sweet, even charming words, instead opting to smash her lips into his in a passionate kiss. It isn’t long before he is making his way back down to her neck again to mark it with red bitemarks and bruises.

“What if someone hears us?” She manages to choke out between gasps and quiet moans. He smirks, the heaviness of his breath on her ear as he moves to speak.

“Isn’t that part of the fun? Besides, the music is way too loud for anyone to suspect anything.” Guiding them backwards they both fell into the bed with him hovering over her. He lifted her shirt over her head, nibbling and kissing the now exposed flesh of her chest to make his way down to her pants.

“Jeff.” She begged. For what she wasn’t quite sure, but with her high kicking in and the arousal of having him so close to somewhere so intimate clouded her judgement.

“Please.” He obliged, pulling down the garment to join the rest, chuckling when he sees the wet spot pooling in y/n’s underwear.

“And here I was worried you didn’t feel the same way.” He traces his index and middle finger up and down her clothed slit in slow, calculated ministrations.

“Shut up.” She bit her lip to stifle her moans when he moved her panties to the side, inserting a finger with his thumb circling her clit.

“You’re so wet for me. I don’t even really need to really do this.” He curled his finger to rub that spongy sweet spot repeatedly, adding a second soon after causing her to let out heaving moans. He listened to the squelch coming from her lower region with a quirked brow and y/n couldn’t help but cover her face in embarrassment.

“Come on baby~ It’s sexy seeing you so sensitive from just my fingers.” He leaned in until his lips were millimetres away from the shell of her ear.

“Imagine how you’ll be once you take all of me.” He practically growled in her ear and she clenched around his fingers

“I don’t want to imagine. I need you inside me.” He pulled out, leaving her empty and he placed them in his mouth, curling his tongue around each digit to taste all of her.

“But I'm not done playing yet, doll.” He moves off the bed to take off his hoodie and jeans, the bulge in his pants painfully obvious, even more apparent when he was only in his boxers.

Y/n crawled over to meet him at the edge of the bed, looking up at him innocently as she runs her hand up and down his hip and thigh.

“Please, I'll do anything you want.” Her hands were already holding the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down. To reveal more and more of him.

“Just give me your cock.” His mouth hung open as he took in the sight below him, allowing her to fully uncover his length. Placing a hand to her cheek, guiding her to take his length.

“Then suck.” Wasting no time, she licks a stripe up from his balls to his tip then moves to take him in. He groaned at the feeling of her tongue playing with the tip whenever she came up, teeth grazing him.

“S-stop teasing. I thought you said you would do anything. That means even this.” He grabs the sides of her head and shoves her down until she took all of him down her throat. She gagged, pushing at his thighs helplessly.

“I thought you wanted to be my little fleshlight?” He pulls her hair so she is making eye contact with him. His aura changed, what was once soft and loving had been replaced with something more sadistic. In a normal setting, this would be terrifying but his unpredictable expression only enhanced the arousal from their current act.

He fucked into her throat in slow, deep thrusts, grunting and hissing at the intense pleasure.

“As much as I love how your mouth feels, I’d rather cum inside That pretty pussy of yours.” He reaches behind her, unclipping her bra to play with her breasts, kneading them in his hands then pulling out of her mouth shortly after, a string of saliva connecting them to each other. He crawled over her, leaning her back onto the plush mattress.

“Say you want me.” He lined his cock at her entrance, nuzzling his face into her neck. Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and legs on his waist.

“Jeff… I want you. I need you more than anything.” He tightened his grip on her sides and eased into her wetness with a breathy moan. He waited to move, noticing Y/n’s gritted teeth and tightening grip.

“You feel better than I ever imagined.” It took everything for Jeff to stay still. His cock twitched just from being inside her, soaking in the feeling of her tight walls squeezing him as she tried to adjust.

“Move” she bucked her hips to meet his in an attempt to create some friction. He happily obliged and began moving at a rough, slow pace. He took his time with each thrust as he tried to commit every way she squeezed him or rubbed him just right to memory. Every one was filled with devotion as each slap of skin on skin echoed along walls and into their ears, moans escaping their mouths, nearly masking the sound of the night stand drawer opening.

“Mine. All mine.” The grip he held against her hip was sure to leave a bruise, but that thought was secondary when they felt the familiar cold sharp object dancing up and down her side.

“It's been a while since we’ve been in position, hasn’t it?” His voice, although playful, held something else that teetered on unstable, something that could snap should anything give him the reason to. But he wouldn’t hurt her, would he? Every few passes he would press hard enough to scratch the skin or thrust a little harder than usual to draw blood. The anticipation and fear tightened the knot building in the pit of her stomach along with each movement he made.

“I can't believe we’re so close now. We’re practically one.” The knife trailed down to her thigh, staying there although moving as if in contemplation.

“Mind, body, and soul.” He moaned at her words, hips sputtering at their pace.

“Shit Y/n I’m gonna cum.” He began thrusting faster and uneven, biting down on her shoulder moaning as he released inside her. The warm, full feeling pushed her past the edge.

“Jeff!” She screamed his name like a mantra, over and over as she spasmed around him. They stayed like that for a few moments, catching their breath until he pulled out to lay beside her, wrapping her in his arms”

“You know, you were actually really sweet tonight.” She said, still panting slightly. He looked over to her and stuck out his tongue with a smile.

“Yeah, but it’s not like anyone’s gonna believe you if you mention it.” He places a kiss on her forehead.

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alpacaparkaseok · 2 years

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For the scenario reaction game~ You surprise visit them during a concert rehearsal when they hadn't expected you to come!

(Totally not inspired by recent events 😆)

-🎨

So cute!! I felt this lol

Jin

He sees you during sound check and immediately grabs a water bottle

Just to dump the contents on your head

He slips away happily, knowing full well that you can’t retaliate

…yet

the concert staff bring you backstage during the final song, where you wait for him

why do you feel so nervous??

as the boys say their final goodbyes, you stand there and wonder if you should've told Jin you were coming

maybe then you wouldn't feel so awkward

but Jin is the first person back

he doesn't run toward you

instead he just walks straight toward you, not slowing down one bit

people part for him

and he's panting a little from the last song and the adrenaline rush of it all

but he just keeps walking, eyes locked on yours

"my heart is beating out of my chest" he says by way of greeting when he's just a few steps off

you can't help but grin

"same"

and he just envelops you in an all-encompassing hug

Yoongi

he has his bucket hat down low during rehearsal

so all he can see is Jungkook's feet in front of him

they're moving so quickly as they rehearse "Idol"

"yah, Jungkook-ah," he groans, not even trying to keep up "save it for the actual performance, you're making me look bad."

everyone chuckles, but there's one laugh that stands out from the rest

ripping off his hat, he looks around until his eyes land on the front row, which is unoccupied except for one person

his person

he completely ignores the way the others tease him as he abandons stage mid-choreo just to take a seat beside you

and hold your hand

and loudly critique everyone's dance as if he were a shrewd instructor

Hoseok let's him get away with skipping out on a couple of songs as he sees the way Yoongi's eyes light up whenever you make a comment under your breath

Hobi

he's so in the zone that he doesn't realize you're there

not that you mind

watching dance leader!Hobi is something you could do all day lol

it isn't until they stop for a water break that he relaxes

"could I get a water bottle?" he kindly asks once he realizes that there's only a handful on stage

"Here you go," you lean up, passing a bottle to him

and he takes it, opens it, and takes half a sip before realizing that it was you that just handed the bottle to him

everyone can't help but laugh as Hobi brings you up on stage with him, demanding that you sit up there and watch the practice from up close

although when the next track plays and it's BAEPSAE you quickly jump from the stage

Hoseok shamelessly laughs and chases after you, demanding to know why you're so red

"shut up, hobi"

"aww, you're blushing"

Namjoon

I feel like Joon is weirdly oblivious sometimes

but he picks up pretty quickly on the way the staff and other members are grinning at him

"what? do I have something on my face?"

"Is my fly down again?"

"are we singing Paradise?"

but they just laugh and continue on with the rehearsal

it isn't until they complete the first song and are preparing for the next that he realizes someone is obnoxiously cheering

like screaming, waving around an army bomb, chanting over and over again like a crazed fan

squinting, Namjoon can see a single person sitting a few levels up

but he knows that supportive booty shake that you're doing right now

so he jumps ship, and promptly runs up about four flights of stairs

you're running down them when you two run into each other

and you just hug each other tight in the stairwell

until you whisper in his ear

"please sing Paradise, for me?"

and he turns around and leaves you behind with a single word lol

Jimin

he's absolutely exhausted as he comes out on stage for rehearsal

like, physically tired, sure

but emotionally drained

something about coming back to the states and performing after so long seems too good to be true, and the pressure of it all is weighing down heavily on him

but he goes out and tries his best a rehearsal

the boys can hear how tired he is just in his voice, though

when they finish up, Jimin drags his feet

eventually, he just sits on the stage, staring up at the thousands of empty seats that will be filled tomorrow night

someone comes to sit beside him, and at first he just assumes that it's Jungkook or Taehyung.

"tough day?"

he turns his head to see you sitting criss-cross beside him, eyes soft as you look at him

and all he can manage is a nod before he's pulling you close to him and burying his face in your hair

"breathe, Jiminie," you whisper, taking his hand in yours with an adoring smile. "I'm not going anywhere."

and that's all he needed to hear, he realizes.

Taehyung

Tae, like Namjoon, can be so oblivious sometimes

but he's also weirdly in tune to things??

like the second he's walking out onto the stage for rehearsals, he's stopping in his tracks

because something feels different

like, good different.

Jin accidentally bumps into him, not realizing that he stopped

"sorry," he apologizes, but Tae looks straight through him

"jagiya?"

"I'm not your jagiya!" Jin protests, but Tae once again ignores him, walks down the stage until he sees you standing beside a cameraman, with a huge grin

"how'd you know I was here?" you ask, not even upset that your surprise was so short lived

Tae gets down on his stomach, head in his palm as he smiles down at you

"you're you, jagi. wherever you go, my heart follows."

and it's cheesy

but it's so good.

Jungkook

kind of like Hobi, he's going so hard during rehearsals that he doesn't notice anything off

not that he'd be able to

because you're up with the light and sound crew, watching from higher up

but toward the end of rehearsal you manage to commandeer their sound system and hook up a microphone

"Jeon Jungkook, your stylist showed me your wardrobe for the concert and I have concerns as to why you're not wearing any clothes"

his face is priceless

"I- what?" he laughs adorably into the mic "I AM WEARING CLOTHES!"

everyone else cackles as Jimin says into his mic, "be honest, Kook. I saw one whole nipple when you tried it on this morning."

which launches into everyone giving Jimin a hard time because the man is the king of wearing revealing shirts.

it gives you plenty of time to get down to the stage, where Jungkook runs across it to attack you with hugs and a kiss that has his hyungs faking throwing up

"not our maknae," Jin laments.

"get a room!" Taehyung teases, but neither of you pay him any attention

#bts ot7 reactions #bts imagines #bts oneshots #bts #bts x reader #bts concert au

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captainlevisteacup · 3 years

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Perhaps you could do some SFW Fluffy & some NSFW headcanons with the brothers in a relationship with a Shapeshifter MC who frequently changes their form?

Like, they keep their natural/signature features to be recognizable, but they do regularly change their gender, height, & sex organs 😏 (Why? Because they can and they find it fun) They’re also total Dom no matter what form they are in, and will happily talk about the various ways they used their abilities to make sex more..exciting (Ex being Tentacles, two huge dicks, a big dick AND a vagina, forming a tongue designed specifically for their partner so they can perfectly give blowjob/eat them out, things like that)

This MC also uses their abilities in some way on the brothers when they are having sex, wether that be fucking them with a dick while pressing their boobs against their back/front, or doing something more..hentai related

On the fluff side of things, MC totally regularly turns into the Bros favorite animal whenever they are stressed and just lets them pet them, or if the brothers are feeling overly worried they might hurt Mc she just turns into a demon. (Which MC does whenever they want to do an activity with the brothers a human can’t do)

This also works out for them aswell, as this Mc is essentially gender fluid and just changes their form to whatever they want to when they are feeling dysphoria (Though they typically go by they/them because of how confusing it can get to go by specific pro-nouns fitting the form they shift into when they rapidly change forms throughout the day)

Sorry this was so long!

*cracks knuckles*

AAAAALLLLLLLLRRIGHTTTTTTT LET'S GO!!

No need to apologize for the long ask, I absolutely LOVE requests and this gives me a lot to work with!

The brothers with a Dom! Genderfluid *Shapeshifter* MC

***WARNINGS: HEAVY NSFW, 18+ ONLY***

Lucifer

Slightly wounds his pride that try as he might, he just can't dom MC

Something about them just renders him helpless against them

He loses his usual confidence and natural leader abilities around MC

Speaking of abilities

The things MC can do to him; the things they can make him feel

Mc can access any and every end of any possible spectrum

His favorite thing they can do is shifting themselves into having a truly impressive cock, complete with a set of plump breasts and a very, VERY long tongue

Impressive as that alone is, what MC uses it for is even more so

Pegging him mercilessly from behind, breasts bouncing and scraping against his back while that damned tongue snakes around his waist to pleasure his own member

He never knows just how to focus on any one thing when everything feels so incredible; Their dick ramming into him with reckless abandon, those globular tits bouncing onto his back, or that tongue with a lewd amount of saliva dripping off of it and onto Lucifer's body, massaging his throbbing member

MC'S gifts aren't JUST used for sex, though

They'll often use their abilities to calm him down when he's stressed

They'll make their hands impossibly soft, and run them lightly all over his body in soothing motions

Light circles on his arms, lazy lines on his face, and light massaging through his hair

Mammon

Has no problem whatsoever with MC domming him

Absolutely loves their abilities

Comes completely undone when MC stands right behind him, whispers about how they need him to be their little slut in an alluring feminine voice, and presses their intimidating member against his ass

He knows what comes next

MC ripping his shirt off of him, and pushing him down onto the bed.

Mammon takes this time to admire them; their pert breasts, their smooth skin, to their thick cock, perfectly accentuated with smooth veins, and the beautiful, somehow always moist pussy right below it

This was a skill that had startled Mammon at first. Shapeshifters aren't that common, so for it to be used sexually like THIS? Oh, Mammon was in euphoria.

MC had experimented with many different positions, but the one that drove Mammon over the edge was the one they used the most

MC on top, riding Mammon as if he were a prized mare, their dick slapping harshly against his chiseled abs, the lewd sound echoing throughout the room

Once MC came, not only was Mammon's dick enveloped by their wet vagina, but their hot seed sprayed onto his toned stomach.

Outside of the bedroom, MC would shift their hair to match Mammon's whenever he wasn't feeling well. It never failed to cheer him up, seeing MC with the same white hair made him so happy.

Levi

The biggest bottom to exist

MC takes FULL advantage of the otaku

Shifts to have the exact same body as Ruri-chan

Huge tits, exaggerated waist, and slender legs

Shifts so that their pussy is unbelievably tight, and during sex they tighten and loosen it to provide further stimulation

MC shifts to have slight fangs, so that they can drag them along Levi's skin

Often turns into a snake and rests on Levi's shoulders, sometimes they do this during class if MC doesn't want to attend their's that day

MC can stretch or shrink their vocal cords to mimic certain Anime characters

Occasionally, MC will do this doing sex and moan Levi's name

This drives him insane

If the two are in public and MC wants to tease or arouse him, all the have to do is adopt the anime girl voice and say something along the lines of "Gomenezai, Oni-sama"

Levi immediately gets hard

Mc then drags them off to relieve him *wink wink*

Satan

Cat ears.

CAT EARS

MC knows damn well what this does to him

Satan prefers rough sex, so MC will shift into having chiseled, muscular arms capable of holding him down, with a chest to match, all topped off with a well-built cock complete with subtle ridges all along the shaft

MC will pin Satan's arms to the wall with one hand, and harshly jerk his chin towards them with the other while rubbing their cock in between his legs, teasing his sensitive balls. Then, as a cue, MC would make the cat ears appear

In a flash, Satan would be shoved onto his hands and knees and roughly taken from behind, the ridges on MC'S dick creating deliciously painful friction

Mc would knot their fingers into his hair and yank his head back, often earning a yelp from his lips

Outside of sex, MC is almost always either fully a cat or has some aspect of a cat (cat ears, subtle fangs, or sometimes a tail that he loves to play with

This is because it really helps suppress Satan's temper for some reason

Since MC likes to change up the color of their fur when they go into a full cat, Lucifer becomes convinced Satan has snuck multiple cats into the House of Lamentation, because he keeps finding the fur

Satan refuses to let MC tell him, because he finds it hilarious how irritated it makes Lucifer

Asmo

As SOON as he found out MC could shift their body, had a whole list of things he wanted to do with them

The first on that list was being fucked by two dicks, both belonging to MC

MC made him agree to being stretched out first, so as not to hurt him

Every time MC fucked Asmo, they would use a differently shaped and textured cock, each ever so slightly larger than the last

After Asmo took an unfathomably large member from MC, he was deemed ready

Asmo watched in awe as MC shifted to possess two large and vastly different cocks.

One was girthy, with a perfectly smooth shaft and a bulbous head

The other was more slender, with diagonal ridges, almost scale like, running all along it's length.

MC slid them in one at a time, allowing Asmo to adjust

Once both of their dicks were fully in Asmo, they slowly began to pull back

Their dicks dragged painfully slow along the insides of Asmo, creating a brutal friction that threatened to make Asmo crumble right then and there

Outside of sex, MC was Asmo's dream come true

Well, inside of sex too, but that's besides the point

MC often shifts their body to mimic different body types, and Asmo styles their outfits based on how they decide to have their body that day

Same thing goes for hair, as MC can adjust their hair to any length, color, texture, and width

Asmo loves trying out and practicing different styles

Beel

Face fucking.

His favorite. No arguments.

MC shifts into having a cock even bigger than Beel's (a true feat), and a tight pussy just beneath it.

Beel loves it when they shove his head onto their cock, fingers fisting into his hair

Forcing his head to move onto their cock, tears pricking in his eyes and they fucked his mouth, his throat, mercilessly

MC doesn't allow Beel to sit and do nothing, oh no

Beel fingers their wet pussy as they fuck his face senseless

If Beel isn't moving his fingers fast enough, MC shoves their dick even further down his throat

Huskily whispers into his ear "Come on, Avatar of Gluttony, surely you can swallow more than that"

Outside of sex, shifts into a demon so they can play with Beel and the brothers.

At first, the brothers wouldn't let MC play any sports with them (mostly Beel), out of fear for MC getting injured

So, MC proceeded to shift into a whole ass demon.

Shocks everyone and utterly destroys all the brothers

Belphie

Cowboy

Like cowgirl...but not.

MC shifts so that their body is substantially bigger than his

This makes Belphie small enough in comparison to easily fit in MC'S lap

Ironically, MC shifts to have a cock roughly the size of a bull. They would never dream of making Belphie take it all....

But they can try

Belphie sits on their lap, legs spread, facing MC so they can see the fear and pleasure mix on his face

MC slowly teases him with their tip, entering one inch at a time before pulling out, pausing, and suddenly shoving back in, an inch deeper each time

Their hands holding Belphie up by the hips the whole time

Outside of sex, will shift to have a very soft stomache for Belphie to lay on

When Belphie is feeling depressed or lonely, MC shifts into a very, VERY soft wolf for Belphie to stroke the fur of as a grounding technique, and to sleep with on the nights he feels alone

This happens so often that MC just relaxes around the house in a wolf form

This never fails to scare the shit out of Mammon, which, in turn, brings a rare smile to Belphie's face

#obey me #obey me headcanons #beel obey me #leviathanobeyme #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #obey me smut #obey me smut hcs #lucifer smut #mammon smut #leviathan smut #satan smut #asmo smut #belphie smut #beel smut

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shedobewritingalittle · 3 years

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From the Dining Table

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: Sam decided to visit the Reader and her daughter in the months following Steve’s death.

Word Count: 2k

Rating: T

Warnings: a child, mentions of infertility, mentions of a miscarriage, talks of pregnancy, mentions of loss, death, feelings of loneliness, depression, grief

Y/N looked exhausted.

Sam watched from his seat at the kitchen island as she bounced the crying infant in her arms, trying to soothe little Sarah Rogers. The bundle of pink was screaming her, upset at everyone and everything. Y/N smiled at him apologetically, holding her child with one arm while the other went to work grabbing a bottle from the fridge.

"I don't know if you can tell, but I wasn't her favorite parent." Y/N tells Sam, only joking slightly as she pops the lid off the bottle with one hand. She cradles her daughter carefully before giving her the bottle, silencing her cries. A smile stretches across her face, happy that her child's cries had stopped.

Y/N had been dealt a bad hand by the universe.

Steve and Y/N had tried for years to have a baby. Both of them had desperately wanted a family, wanted some slice of normalcy in their lives. At first, in that first year they were married, it had been fun, playing that guessing game each month. They weren't seriously trying then, just letting whatever happen to happen. Then as one year turned into two, they got a little more serious about the whole thing. Both of them did everything they needed to do-they got tested to make sure everything was working right, did everything the doctor told them to do. Dozens of false positive pregnancy tests had plagued them in those first two years, constantly getting their hopes up old to rip that all away. Trying in the third year was halted by the Sokovia Accords and the team fighting each other. Y/N and Steve both thought it would be a bad idea to try to have a child while they were on the run, so they stopped their efforts. The fourth year had brought heartbreak when Y/N had actually gotten pregnant for the first time, but lost the baby before she was twelve weeks along. They tried a few times in the fifth year, months after Thanos had snapped his fingers and wiped out half of the galaxy. It had felt wrong though, to be trying to bring life into the universe when so much loss had just occurred. In the span of the five years that everyone was gone, Y/N had been told she was infertile. She just had to grin and bear it, helping Pepper and Tony take care of Morgan whenever they asked. Steve and her just sort of gave up, not wanting to deal with all of the heartache for the rest of their lives.

It was towards the end of their ninth year of marriage, their ninth year of trying to have a baby, someone smiled down upon them. As an early Christmas gift, Steve and Y/N received a positive pregnancy test. They were incredibly cautious, doing everything to the 'T' to make sure that they child would be okay. And in August, Y/N gave birth to a beautiful baby girl- Sarah Rose Rogers, named Sarah after Steve's mother. Things were great until October, when they had to fight against Thanos one last time to make things right and Steve decided he would much rather go back in time to be with Peggy, coming back an elderly man.

He died a few months later, right after his daughter turned five months old.

"How are you doing?" Sam asks quietly, not wanting to disturb the hungry child. Y/N sighed softly, looking up. She had deep dark circles under her eyes, clearly showing that she hadn't been getting much sleep. Her cheeks didn't look as full, making Sam wonder if she wasn't eating.

"I'm surviving. It's definitely difficult, trying to balance everything." Y/N replies, her eyes glancing back down at her daughter, "It's-Everything is all new to me. Most of the time I think I'm doing everything wrong."

"When was the last time you slept?" He questions, shifting on the bar stool. Sam felt guilty. Steve had asked both him and Bucky to look after his wife and child, to make sure that they were doing okay without him. Sam hadn't. He had other things to deal with-such as trying to readjust to this new world and talking to his family-so checking on Y/N had slipped his mind. Yet as he looks at her, taking in every little detail, Sam knows that he should've been calling her more, should've talked to her more.

"I can't sleep." She answers honestly, leaving out the 'without him' that was sitting on the tip of her tongue. Y/N had been so used to sleeping next to Steve that she had found it almost impossible to sleep without him. She fights the urge to yawn as she continues, "Besides, it gives me time to take care of things around the house. There's always a ton of laundry to do and I have work -"

"Woah woah hold on, you're supposed to be on leave, Y/N." Sam announces, raising an eyebrow at her. Y/N continues to feed her daughter as she glances up at him, her lips pressed tightly together.

"I'm not going to sit here and twiddle my thumbs, Sammy. I-I need to keep myself busy." Y/N replies, her voice wavering. She withholds the words that want to follow. I don't want to think about him. Sam turns his head, his eyes landing on a box sitting in the table that sat in the kitchen. A layer had dust had gathered on top of it. It probably hasn't been touched since it had been placed on top of the table. Written across the side of the box in black ink was PICTURES + RIBBON BANNERS. Things from the funeral, he realizes, left in the box to collect dust.

"Are you going to therapy? Like we talked about?" Sam questions, his voice a lot softer, like he's talking to a child. Y/N's shoulders seemed to slump and her mood starts to sour. She looks down at her daughter, who is blissfully unaware of what's happening around her. When Sam asked if he could come over, she should have assumed that he was going to act like this but she didn't. Y/N had thought he was just coming over to visit, but then again that should've raised some alarm. Like everyone else after Steve was put in the ground, Sam had left to live his life. Y/N had to struggle with being a new mother and living without Steve all by herself. No one offered their help or checked in to see how she was doing. The only one who she talked to was Rhodey, but that's because they worked together.

"You thought about him didn't you? That's why you're here. Something reminded you of him and then you thought of me." Y/N replies, the emotions leaving her voice, "Because if you did care, you would've called or texted or something."

"Y/N-" He starts, but Y/N quickly cuts him off, pulling the now empty bottle away from her daughter's mouth. Sarah looks up at her mother, her little hands rubbing at her eyes. The baby shifted in her mother's arms, trying to get comfortable. Y/N carefully puts the bottle into the sink.

"No, no don't try to tell me that you came here on your own volition, Sam. You don't text me, you don't call, you don't try to talk to me for a few months and all of a sudden you want to drop in?" Y/N sighs, shaking her head, "I-I appreciate you coming here, I really do, but don't waltz in here suddenly concerned over me."

They stay silent for a moment. Sam knew she was right. He had kept himself busy and as the days passed by, Y/N and what she might be going through slipped from his mind. It wasn't until last week when he was asked by someone about how Y/N was doing. He knows that he should've been making sure she was okay. Y/N had been one of his closest friends before Thanos snapped his fingers. He had watched her and Steve's relationship blossom and bloom. Hell, he had been Steve's best man at their wedding. He should have been right there for Y/N, should have been her shoulder to cry on after Steve had been buried, should have helped her take care of Sarah, but he hadn't. He had decided to run away, leaving her behind, leaving her to reassemble the shattered pieces of her life by herself. Sam had gotten to move on with his life. Y/N couldn’t.

"I'm sorry. I know that should've called and made contact after the funeral. I know that I should've come by. I just..." Sam sighs, his eyes focused on her, "I didn't know what to say to you. I wanted to help, wanted to console you, but I-I just couldn't. I didn't know how to tell you that everything was going to be okay when I didn't know if it was going to be okay."

Y/N doesn't respond. Instead of looking at Sam, she casts her eyes on Sarah. The child yawns, stretching in her mother's arms. Sarah had her mother's eyes, but had her father's blonde hair. It shined softly in the light as the baby curled up against her mother. Sarah was all Y/N had left of Steve, her last reminder of how much she loved him. But as she looked at her sleepy daughter, she felt that familiar pang of heartache, the same one she would get every time she looked at Sarah because she was reminded that Steve had abandoned this sweet little baby, had abandoned Y/N to make a family with someone else, someone who probably didn't have to try for years to have a baby with him. Y/N wanted to direct all her anger towards Steve, but she had started to think about what things she might’ve done wrong, even though Y/N knew that there was nothing she could have changed to make Steve stay. He was the one who made that choice, he was the one who decided to leave, so he should be the one she was mad at, not herself.

"I-I've been doing everything I'm supposed to be doing. I go to therapy. I take my pills. I started working again so I have some sort of normalcy. I make sure Sarah is okay, I try to be the best mom I can be for her. I do everything I am supposed to do and still-I still feel bad. I feel so fucking bad all the time, Sammy." She suddenly announces, tears starting to pool in her eyes. Sam can feel his heart splinter in his chest as she continues, "I just-I don't understand why he left. He-He told me that he loved me every day and that he loved Sarah and I just....Why would he leave us?"

Sam didn't know how to respond to any of that. He didn't have an answer for her. He didn't know why Steve would leave his family. The whole situation confused him as well and left him with a bad taste in his mouth. The man who he had thought Steve was, that man wouldn't have just up and abandon his wife and infant daughter. No, that man would happy, over the fucking moon that he had a family. The Steve Sam knew wouldn't have left behind his wife and child to make a family with someone else, with someone who already lived a good life. Sam didn't understand what could have happened in those five years that would make Steve do that.

Instead of saying anything, he stood up and walked around the island. Sam carefully pulled her into his arms, making sure sweet little Sarah didn't get squished in between them. The infant looked up at him, probably wondering who the hell he was. Sam held the two of them in his arms as Y/N cried, her shoulders shaking with her sobs. Her child rested in her arms, completely unaware of what was going on.

#sam wilson x reader #sam wilson #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #captain america x reader #chris evans x reader #anthony mackie x reader #tfatws

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quillsanddaydreams · 3 years

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false promises

sirius black x reader

—author’s note: this idea was something that came to me before writing a paper and it just struck with me since. Sirius and you have a long history you can never get over. What happens when you finally get an opportunity to leave it all behind?

—warning(s): breakup and angst. gender neutral!reader (pronouns aren’t used).

—word count: 1,702

The sky was quickly turning black as you watched the streets the bus passed through. Today had been a whirlwind of emotions you weren’t sure you could contain. You had looked through old photographs, happy faces smiling back at you. They seem to make you feel worse, although you knew you had to do what you had planned for the day. Rip the band aid. Taking a deep breath, you stepped out and walked into the restaurant.

Your gaze immediately went over to him, his smile lighting up the room. Sirius. No other name could do him justice. James had an arm around him, enthusiastically telling the company something. Remus noticed you first. He gave a huge grin, waving at you. Forcing yourself to smile back at him, you made your way over to the table.

“Aha there you are!” James exclaimed, his eyes twinkling. “And here we thought you wouldn’t show up to a meeting you called.”

You rolled your eyes playfully while your heart constricted. Delaying worked only for so long. Sitting down beside Remus, you flipped open the menu avoiding everyone’s eyes. Especially the grey ones. He could always read you like an open book.

“So, did you all find anything interesting?” you said, scanning the menu like you had done a hundred times before. The group hummed in response.

Calling in the waitress, you gave your orders. You wondered whether any of them would continue some small talk, holding a glass of water to your lips. How were you even supposed to tell them? Sirius nudged you with his feet, making you look up at him. He raised his eyebrows wordlessly questioning you whether you were alright. Nodding carefully, you tried your best to hold your emotions in. Quiet followed, you could hear the cutlery being kept and people around your table chatting. It was as if everyone was anticipating a shoe to drop. Black spoke first.

“I know you like treating us and all,” he started as others leaned in. “But what’s the occasion for today? You’ve been so secretive about it; you didn’t even tell me.”

Your throat felt dry even though you just had some water. All of a sudden you felt as if you were exposed. Mulling over your next words, you pushed your nails into the palm of your hand. A habit you picked up as a child.

“I got a huge job offer, more of a promotion to be honest,” you began, watching their reactions. “The salary is quite something and the experience would step me up to a much higher position.”

“Whoa, that is so amazing” James said with widened eyes, cutting you off. Remus nodded along.

“And the way you were acting, we were afraid you were going to deliver a death sentence or something.”

“That is so great, congratulations!”

“It’s in Japan,” you whispered but no one seemed to hear you.

“You’ve been working so hard everyday—“

“We have to get ice-cream later!”

“It’s in japan!” you shouted, making the table fall silent again. Remus bit his lip, searching your face as Sirius just stared.

“It’s a five-year program,” you continued. “I talked to my boss and she told me this was a brilliant opportunity and that I should definitely pack up my bags.”

“You seriously aren’t considering to take up on that, are you?” James asked. Your jaw felt heavy. The silence must have been an enough answer, because no one dared to speak. Remus cleared his throat.

“Is this what you want?” he hushed as you felt tears prick your eyes. It wasn’t what you wanted; it was what you needed. You sneaked a glance at Sirius, who was still looking at you, dumbfounded.

You nodded slowly. James fidgeted.

“So this is your way of saying goodbye?” James remarked, a tad bit agitatedly.

“James—”

“Don’t James me!” he said, narrowing his eyes at you. “You’re talented. I know that, you know that. You can do without this program. And it’s in Japan for goodness’ sake! It’s miles away. Miles! Going there for five whole years means not looking back.”

“There are ways to communicate,” you said, your voice small. Even you didn’t believe that. James sat back, his arms folded.

“I hate you so much right now,” Remus said, picking at his napkin. You put your hand over his, squeezing slightly. He sighed. Sirius got up all of a sudden. You flinched. He turned to the group giving a random excuse about some work and left the table. Looking down at your hands, you heard the restaurant door close with a thud. Tears fell down your cheeks and you furiously wiped them off.

The rest of the dinner went in a strange calm. It was obvious to both James and Remus that you were just as much hurt as them. James gave you a small smile and helped brighten the mood at the table. Remus reassured you ever so often. You were grateful.

-♡♡♡-

Sirius didn’t contact you after that night. He was angry. Angry at you, angry for what you planned for yourself. It hurt you, more than you could care to admit. This playing around on your tip toes had been going for far too long. You knew your breakup with Sirius had been mutual, for both your goods but you didn’t have it in you to sit back and watch him fall into arms of people that weren’t you. Not anymore. Not when you still loved him. And you knew Sirius did too, it was how he still went out of his way to make you smile, how he loathed every single person you dated after him unable to realise that none of them could compare to him. None of them could compare to how he made you feel.

It left you to wonder at times whether the breakup was really the right decision. You reminded yourself that it was whenever the thought came up. Both of you wanted different things. Sirius never wanted to settle down and you did. After months of fighting and waiting for the other to give in to the other or come to a compromise, you realised it wasn’t going to work. You sighed. What were you doing reminiscing either way?

You checked all your bags and papers before putting on the coat ready to face the inevitable. Driving to the edge of the lake, you stopped and walked into the old abandoned warehouse. The grey walls didn’t seem haunting anymore, but inviting like an old friend. You smiled seeing a similar figure standing over the old table watching the ceiling.

“How did you find me?” he whispered, not sparing you a glance.

“I just felt the stench of complete and utter disappointment in me and followed it,” you jested but sobered seeing the look on Sirius’s face. You moved towards him slowly, gently placing a hand on his cheek cradling his face.

“Hey,” you whispered. He looked at you, his dark eyes making you lose yourself in them. “Don’t do this Sirius. You know I wouldn’t be able to leave you like this.”

“Then don’t leave,” he said simply. “I know you’re not doing it for yourself. You’re just running away.”

“You’re running away from me,” he hushed. You felt your mouth go dry. So he did know. There was no use beating about the bush, Sirius hated when people twisted up words.

“Well I am.”

“Why?”

“Why? You know why,” you pleaded. “Sirius I’ve been in love with you since I was a child. A child. We’ve been best friends all my life. Then we dated for five whole years. And now we don’t. I can’t be your ex and your friend simultaneously anymore, it’s been torture. Do you know how it feels knowing we’ll never be the same anymore? Just how much it hurts?”

“Do you think I feel good about it?” Sirius raised his voice, frustration from all those months pouring in. “Do you think I feel good about never being able to hold you close and see other men and women do it?”

“So maybe the job will do good to both of us,” you said after a beat.

“I did not say that—”

“Sirius—”

“No I didn’t. I’ll do anything for you. Give me another chance, just don’t go away,” Sirius said and you felt helpless. Sirius took your hands, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. Tears pricked your eyes. You could remember all the time you spent with him together. Riding his bike to the sunset, singing and dancing nonsensically to songs, him kissing you softly telling you he loved you. The memories flashed before your eyes like a film reel. You could barely see anything through the salty tears welling up.

“That wouldn’t do justice to either of us,” you said after some time, your voice barely audible. “Some things aren’t meant to be. We’ll fight again Sirius, we’ll be angry at each other and we’ll end up hating each other more every day. And I won’t be able to live with myself knowing I spoiled the best relationship I ever had.”

Sirius gulped, breaking into sobs.

“Damn you,” he croaked. “Damn you for going away. Damn you for making me lose you all over again. As if it wasn’t painful enough the first time.”

You laughed through snuffles and squeezed his hand.

“You’ll never lose me. You’ll never get rid of me even if you tried—” you stopped as Sirius crashed his lips into yours, kissing you urgently. You pulled him closer by his shirt, as one of his hands went at your waist and the other held your face. Pulling away in a daze you sniffed and Sirius buried his face in your neck hugging you. Time seemed to pass by as neither of you pulled away.

“I guess I really can’t make you stay, can I?” he said as you shook your head, wrapping your arms around his body. “I’ll miss you. And I’ll show up at your door myself if you don’t answer my letters. Promise me you’ll keep in touch.”

You pulled back, wiping his face with your fingers.

“I promise.”

—as for the taglist: I don’t make taglists, I have a blog @from-my-quill which is updated whenever I post fanfiction. You could have the notifications on for it and it will work just like me tagging you.

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#sirius black #sirius #sirius x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius x you #sirius black x y/n #the marauders #james potter #remus lupin #from anu's quill

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