#woooo that was a fucking ride

[savshaikyuu]

                       𝙎𝙐𝘽𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉

Hi, if you're comfortable can you make NSFW headcannons for denki, kirishima, iida, bakugo, and if possible on another post during any point in time for ushijima, daichi, and kags. Could the read be female and dark skin also I'm not sure if you include body weight but could she be chubby. And for the denki and daichi one could you put in spitting and biting if you're comfortable of course. This is my first request so sorry if it's too long but I read your terms and wanted to try to be as detailed as possible while trying to make it make sense and could you keep me anonymous. Have a great day!

Ushijima | Daichi | Kageyama x Dark Skin!Chubby!〚FEM〛Reader

warning(s): sexual content, multiple positions, spitting kink, biting kink, roleplaying kink, established relationship.

read more: bnha ver.

a/n: woooo okay 3rd haikyuu work! and this request was actually perfect? like this is an example of how detailed but not excessive a request could be hahaha so no worries! so sorry for taking forever my love. and to clarify yes this is their time skip adult selves. thank you, anon!

USHIJIMA

PLEASEEEEE the way this man will handle you so fuckin' easily. he doesn't need to brag or tease, he has so much dominance when he does it, it's INSANE.

Ushijima is such a big fan of fucking you when he's standing.

like he loves the fact that he can hold you up and have you clinging to him as he fucks you good.

the position also gives him the nice chance to look at the way his fingers squeeze your chub, loving how your body just effortlessly molds to his.

loves to give you lots of sloppy kisses and is one to be in between your thighs like clockwork. </3

your thighs has to be his favorite part of you high-key low-key if you know what I mean,,,

he literally avoids positions where your legs aren't wrapped around him and or can't see your face.

you're a whole package deal he doesn't want to miss out on, plus he loves the way you grab at him during sessions where he really toys with you.

if he does do anything with your back facing towards him, it doesn't last for long.

he so in love with you he wants to see (and hear you) enjoy every second of it.

DAICHI

Daichi is the type of guy to be at your mercy no matter the shape.

although he does like seeing you ride him. that is an immediate 10s across the boards for him.

regular cowgirl or reversed it doesn't matter, he just likes seeing you work yourself on his cock and the light layer of sweat that dews your skin because of it.

is a fan of licking you up and biting the places he feels. there's no rhyme or rhythm at all.

it's almost like when he's making love with you he just goes by whatever his brain says next.

bite her thigh? okay. spit on her cunt before demolishing it? sounds perfect.

as long you both know your limits, you two are so very raw and open to each other.

it's literally like… mindless.

just seamlessly into each other and enjoying the moment.

it's what he loves you best in moments like that. <3

KAGEYAMA

he has a bit of a… role-playing thing to be honest.

like Kageyama wants to see you in his fan jerseys and like, fuck you in them.

you being his biggest fan in daily platonic life is what keeps him going, but you playing a part of being like an excited groupie is what keeps his cock up jjfchdfhh

sorry you cannot convince me he wouldn't be into that. 😭

like he definitely outgrew his ego… but when it comes to you?? he's the MAN!

he feels as though when you guys do stuff like that he's relieving his best moments in a different way.

feels like you understand him and doesn't shame him.

if there's ever anything you want him to do to he is 100% super willing to do it too.

does not mind at all because of his much you have done for him. :')

unexpectedly sweet ik but like the fact he doesn't have to feel ashamed or hide kinks makes him so open and relieved to be around you!

usually when he's feeling extra greatful, he fucks you harder with a bit more kisses and passion.

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[suicide-bullet]

reader is religious, euronymous fucks her woooo!!!

fem reader + oc, if u want a specific description request pls! corruption kink, degradation kink, praise kink too, pet names, name calling, blasphemy, freaky smut, cheating, hair pulling, dom!euronymous, sub!reader, stranger to lovers.

y/n walked into the unfamiliar store, her blonde curls bouncing with every step. her short, black mini skirt riding up, as she adjusted her leather jacket. her crucifix lay on her chest, bouncing atop of her breasts. for a religious girl she certainly showed a lot of skin, as her mother would say. the bell rang, the long haired man at the counter spun on his feet. she stood to the left of the store, flicking through the albums.

she looked around, spotting many upside-down crosses, making her grimace. y/n walked towards the counter, giving the man a smile. euronymous looked her up and down with a sly smirk, "you sure you're in the right place, little lady?" that same smirk soon turned into something else, when he spotted that necklace. she rolled her eyes, "i'm looking for an album for my boyfriend. it's his birthday tomorrow."

euronymous stared into her soul, a mix of anger and jealousy spread across his face. why did he like this girl? she was just one of those 'egotistical god whores.' he wondered how she felt about the churches, something inside of him urging to ask.

"he mentioned a name, scorpio or something." she fiddled with her black-painted fingernails. euronymous raised his eyebrows at the small girl, "scorpions?" she nodded, her eyes lit up. "yes! that was it, thankyou." euronymous chuckled, "your boyfriend is a fucking poser." her eyebrows knitted together, "what?" she spat. "you fuckin' heard me." he spoke slowly, rage clear in his voice. his eyes longed on her chest, on that necklace. "you one of those goody christian whores?"

she stayed quiet, he leaned forward. "you deaf or somethin? answer me." he demanded, making her knees buckle. "i'm not a whore." she snarled, igniting a fire within him. "don't fuckin' talk to me like that." y/n scoffed, "you can't tell me what to do." she remarked, he grabbed her by her hair, pulling her behind the counter, in front of him. he grabbed her necklace, holding it in his clutch. "you're a good girl, hm? a saint, an angel." he spoke, looking into her brown orbs. "yes." she whimpered, looking up at him.

he could smell her from beneath him. mixtures of floral, cocoa and vanilla. on the other hand, he smelt of cigarettes, cologne and strangely blood. "then why are you here? can't you see? i'm a satanist, baby." she grimaced yet again, "you need jesus." euronymous grabbed her neck, "why you always got a fuckin' attitude? your boyfriend doesn't fuck you hard enough, is that it?" y/n shook her head, "my boyfriend fucks me just fine."

"oh, sweetheart. he fucks you? your little god wouldn't be so happy about that now would he?" euronymous teased, she pouted her lips, tears pricking in her eyes. "maybe you need to repent for your sins, i can help you with that." he grabbed her waist, rubbing against the soft skin, his lips latching on to her neck, she let out a quiet moan. "no, stop. this is wrong, i, i don't even know you. and, and i have a boyfriend." euronymous continued, she didn't fight it, letting out whimpers as he travelled down her neck.

a pool of slick formed in her underwear, as she smashed her lips against his. his hands cupped her face, he bit down on her lip, making her them fall apart. his tongue entering her mouth, her own fighting for dominance. "atta' girl." he mumbled, wrapping her legs around his waist, holding onto her thighs, placing her onto the counter. his hands groped her skin, ripping her black fishnets. "fuck." y/n moaned, her bangs sticking to her now sweaty forehead. he smirked, rolling her skirt up onto her hips, looking down at her deep red, lacy thong. "such a good girl, all for me." he gently moved her thong to the side, dipping a finger into her wetness.

"fuck, you're so wet already. jesus." he blasphemed, his thumb circling her clit. she moaned out in pleasure, reaching her arms out to land around his neck. her nails scratched up and down his back, making euronymous groan. he shoved two fingers into her aching hole, making her let out a downright pornographic moan. "shit, oh my god." euronymous smirked, "there's no gods in here, baby. just me." he curled his finger inside of her, hitting that sweet spot that made her toes curl, and her eyes roll back.

"shit, please. please. i need you." she begged, her hands tangled in his hair. "say it again. say my name, euronymous." he said, she whimpered. "please, euronymous. i need you." he rubbed her clit, driving her over the edge. "awh, that's just not gonna cut it, sweet girl. what do you need? use your words." he teased, she groaned. "your cock. please." she pleaded, and he smiled.

he unbuckled his belt, unzipping his black jeans. she moved a hand down to her pussy, he immediately swatted it away. "no, you fucking slut. stop. do i have to tie you up? hm?" she shook her head, "good girl." he pulled his dick out of his underwear, stroking it a few times, precum coated the tip. he then ragged her hair, making her yelp. euronymous bent her over the counter, guiding his dick towards her cunt, dragging it between her folds. "euronymous, please." she begged again, he slapped her ass, slipping into her hole. "fuck, you're so tight." she moaned out, his length filling her up.

he instantly began moving, drilling into her pussy, giving her no time to adjust to his size. "oh my god!" she screamed, as he roughed the flesh of her thighs, before his hands gripped her hips violently, for sure leaving handprints. "yeah, that's right bitch. i'm your god." he groaned out, one of his hands gripping onto the necklace, pulling it. she felt an unfamiliar feeling in her stomach, one that her boyfriend could have never given her. "shit, fuck. euro- i'm close." he pounded harder into her, abusing her pussy. "don't fuckin' cum till i say you can." he commanded, she whimpered and whined. "shut the fuck up!" he yelled, gripping onto her hair.

tears pricked her eyes, sobs racked throughout her body. "oh you gonna cry? you think that's gonna make me feel bad? shut up and fucking take it, whore." she gasped, he slapped her ass again, as she felt a knot form in her stomach. "please, i can't! s'too much!" he felt his own orgasm taking over him, as she clenched around his dick.

"fuck, go ahead, baby. cum for me." euronymous insisted, his dick twitched inside of her, as they came in unison. he groaned into her ear, kissing down her neck, leaving multiple hickeys. "good girl, you were so good for me." he whispered sweet words into her ear, rubbing his hands over her waist and hips. he pulled his clothes back on, before pulling her panties back up, and pulling her over his shoulder. "what are you doing?" she managed to whisper-yell out. "m' gonna clean you up." he responded, she sighed softly, as he lay her down on the basement couch.

he wet a flannel, cleaning her thighs up, his cum still oozing down them. he grabbed one of his t-shirts for her to wear, ushering her to stand up, so he could slip it over her head. he sat lay down next to her, his head on her chest, listening to her heart beat. "you did so well, sweetheart. i'm so proud of you." he spoke, reaching her hand up to his lips, gently kissing her knuckles.

"y/n, where are you?" the two heard a voice shout from upstairs, "you can't fucking leave me, you bitch!" he continued. euronymous' eyebrows knitted together, his jaw clenched. "you just let that cunt speak to you like that?" y/n shrugged, a frown visible on her face. "no, fuck no. you're a sweet girl, y/n. i wont let anything happen to you, okay? you're not going anywhere with him, ever again." euronymous stood up, "ronymous' baby, where are you going?" y/n questioned, following after him.

she stopped in her tracks, hearing the yells of her, now ex, boyfriend, and the yells of euronymous. let's just say, her ex never stepped foot in that store again.

i love writing for euronymous, pls send requests!!!

#euronymous #euronymous x reader #dead mayhem #mayhem band #øystein aarseth #sid vicious x reader #mayhem fanart #corruption kink #degredation kink #like #female reader #rory culkin #rory culkin x reader

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

The Mercs take Y/N to a nearby carnival in the badlands

WARNING: Chaos ensues. Why the fuck would you take them anywhere?

Scout:

- He’s fine with this. He used to love going to carnivals. It was all him and his family could afford on weekends.

- You’re somewhat bothered by the heat but he’s resilient as fuck. “You want me to grab you some water, babe?” He doesn’t even wait for an answer. Returns in fucking milliseconds with water. You don’t know how he’s so damn fast.

- Sits on the fariswheel with you, he had planned this to be super romantic but he feels awkward. He tries to lighten the mood by standing up in the car and whacking his ball into the poor crowd of people. “Watch this. This is for you, babe.” The sandman ball hits a guy in the face and probably kills him. You’re pretty convinced he’s not alive anymore. “Home run!” He calls out. “Woooo!”

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Solider:

- EXCITED. EXCITED. EXCITED. If he were a dog he’d be wagging his tail. For all the wrong reasons. You know full well you’re in for a ride. It’s not a thrill ride.

- He takes the shooting games way too seriously. Gets mad when he doesn’t get the plush toy prize and pulls out his actual stock rocket launcher to rely on pure splash damage. (Where the fuck did he even hide that?) They’re forced to hand him his prize in fear for their lives.

- If you lose a game, he beats the shit out of the person running the stall. He insists it’s their fault and the game was rigged. Your shot is flawless.

- You leave him alone for TWO SECONDS and he’s already harassing a random bird on the fence he believes to be a Russian drone. Children are staring at him. You can’t take this man anywhere.

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Demoman:

- He’s not used to this. He went to the Highland games as a kid. Never really had a carnival around his village. He experiences a bit of awe and intrigue as you walk the streets with him. He’s still in his vest and the people of Tuefort are heckling him. They know he’s one of those annoying mercenaries. He thinks this is fucking hilarious.

- He hates the food though. Eugh. He discovers pretty quickly he has a dislike for fried chicken. Insults America’s tastes to hell and back. Almost fucking vomits when he tastes the mac and cheese. What the fucking hell is wrong with you people?

- “Err.. Dontae think those rides are a bit dangerous?” He asks, jutting his thumb behind him. He doesn’t notice the kiddy rollercoaster breaking into pieces behind him followed by screaming families. He’s probably too used to that sound to process it coherently.

- Suspiciously eyes the men setting up the fireworks for tonight. He glares at them while sipping the cheap alcohol he begrudgingly bought at one of the food stalls. Nitpicks them for setting them up wrong. He sets them up himself but the fireworks nearly kill everyone. Turns out he made them more efficient. By that I mean deathly. “No, sweetheart. they’re FIREWORKS. FIREWORKS.” you tell his drunken stupid ass.

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Engineer:

- Oh fuck he’s excited. He had good memories going to carnivals as a kid. Eats like a fucking beast and doesn’t hold back. You watch this man consume more than his own body weight.

- Goes straight to the mechanical bull. Asks you to hold his cowboy hat he wore on the way here. “Sit back and let a big man like me show you how it’s done, darlin.” He doesn’t even fall off once. It looks like he’s barely even moving. He stands up on the fucking bull and flips off the last guy who ate shit on it. Embarrassing him in front of his kids.

- As you’d suspect he’s sort of insulting the lack of regular maintenance on the rides. Whilst in line for the Zipper he shakes his head like a disappointed father and scraps the rusted paint off the ride with his glove. Crushing it to dust between his fingers. Shakes his head some more and sighs.

- Congratulations. The state of these rides have broken this poor man. He can’t take it anymore. Take him to the petting zoo with the farm animals right now before he suffers a brain hemorrhage.

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Heavy:

- “What did little baby say about carnival?”

- He’s heard of carnivals in plenty of books but his life of isolation has prevented him from ever experiencing such a thing. The concept is almost alien.

- Well, he goes with you and he hates it. He looks like an incredibly discontent kitten the entire time. As you ride with him in all the kiddy rides, he looks even more pissed as he just so happens to break one of the rides upon sitting in it. The consequences of being a giant mass of muscle are truly unfortunate on this day.

- His face brightens up a little bit as you buy him a footlong sandwich. He’s never seen a sandwich this big before. He eats the entire thing within’ minutes.

- Finally you find a place in the carnival he somewhat enjoys but pretends not to. He hits the high striker so hard the bell fucking breaks and goes flying. He complains that this game is too easy — until he’s handed a cute little toy bunny of course. “I have been gifted rabbit?”

- Everybody is now batshit afraid of him.

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Pyro:

- YAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Bouncing in the car the entire way there. Miss Pauling had to drive you two there because Pyro doesn’t own a vehicle. She sighs in exasperation and asks pyro to“please quiet down, sweetie. Pauling is thinking.”

- You have a massive dog jumping off the walls of the car right now. They can’t sit still. Pauling is miserable. In other words, water is wet.

- Once she drops you off she makes you both swear to not catch anything on fire. It’s bad for business and doesn’t give them a good look. Pyro has no intentions of listening to her and heads straight for the fire eating performance. In their point of view; these people are somehow consuming rainbows.

- They do all sorts of things with you. Allowing you to lead the way to any attraction you felt drawn to. Whether it be trying to get dolls or getting on a ride. They seemingly want to do as much as possible before the sun goes down.

- after you tell them it’s late, they groan in despair but nod obediently. Prioritizing your guys’ shitty adulthood of work was sadly something that had to be done. They held your hand on the way back. Carrying a shit load of plush dolls in the other massive glove.

- “Did you two have fun?” Miss Pauling asks, you swear she puts on a motherly voice just for pyro. He excitedly claps his hands and agrees with her. She blinks though and sees the chaos behind you. You trace her gaze with confusion, wondering what she was gawking at. For some reason the entire carnival was on fire and you didn’t even notice on your way out that it spread to pretty much every corner.

- You both look back at Pyro. They’re holding a match. Of fucking course. Miss Pauling rubs her face. “I’ll call the firemen..” She sighs in defeat.

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Sniper:

- “Carnivals are stupid.” He says, a lit cigarette between his teeth. “Jus’ mediocre entertainment. Not even good. Believe it or not I have standards for my own personal pleasure as well. I’m not going to some stupid thick headed colonel sanders’ freakshow to eat hot grease n’ Emu legs.” You have to correct him that it’s technically turkey legs. “Whatevea mate.”

- You somehow manage to convince him anyway. But he was doing this only for you. He growls as you drag him by the hand onto the carnival grounds. Wishing he was back in bed. He glares at everybody who even dares breathe in his direction.

- He likes the farm animals well enough but quickly diverts his attention away in slight intrigue upon seeing the shooting gallery. You are thrilled and BEG him to win a prize for you. “There’s no way in hell i’m doing that, love.” You want to see this guy in action and the look of shock upon everybody’s faces as Sniper beats multiple children.

- Well.. Okay. But only because you keep inflating his ego with your compliments. He goes up, gives the person in charge his money, and brings the scope to his eye. Multiple kids are in the gallery next to him and missing every single shot on the fake cardboard animals. He mutters an insult to their ineptitude. He doesn’t even have to look to know they didn’t land a shot.

- Sniper takes down literally all the targets within’ seconds. Including the ones that the poor children were shooting at. Every. single. cardboard animal.

- The person running the stall begrudgingly gives him the biggest teddy bear they have. The Teddy bear that multiple families present were wanting to get in the first place. Kids are complaining and parents are complaining. Life’s suddenly great. Sniper looks amused at the amount of attention and cracks a smile at you. He wonders how you knew this would make him happy.

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Medic:

- “Ack! what complete nonsense! I am far too busy of a man for such boyish games!” He acts dramatic about it. Crossing his arms and turning up his nose.

- “Yeah but— what if somebody dies on the broken ass rides? That’s like free organs right there.” You say.

- “Hoo. Well, you do have a point. Alright! I’m convinced. But only this once.”

- Medic is actually rather terrible at the gun related games. He can’t aim precisely. At one point you found a crossbow related game and he held his hand over his mouth in embarrassment. Realizing he had managed to hit everywhere but the desired target. You joke that hey— at least a life isn’t on the line this time. He passive aggressively slaps you over the head lightly with his glove and moves to the next game.

- You go to the bathroom and come back to see him dragging a bloodied dead body into his car. “Ah, I’d explain but it’s a rather long story!” he says enthusiastically. Accidentally holding up his equally bloodied ubersaw, and then immediately hiding it behind his back.

- He won’t go on the rides. He’s bold and brash but he isn’t an idiot. He knows full well those things aren’t structurally sound. He stands up tall in his usual thinking pose. A finger to his chin as he takes in the sight of the rides. “What are you thinking?” You ask him. He grins at you. That disgusting, devilish, i’m-making-an-evil-plan grin. You are now scared.

- He steals an entire fucking carnival ride for less than moral medical purposes. The ENTIRE FUCKING THING is in the back of his car and the car is chugging along. Wheezing and trying to get this thing back to the base. He’s going to break it apart and sow the parts onto a Frankenstein-like creature.

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Spy:

- Mother of god, can’t you guys go on a more relaxing date? One with less screaming, noisy music, and people? What about a nice five star restaurant? Or the park?

- He refuses to eat any of the food. At all. He’d rather starve in a ditch than eat such filth. Not even bothering with the alcohol. He avoids people like the plague and you’ll turn to ask him a question and WHOOOOSH! he won’t even be there until you reach your hand out and blink his invis watch by poking him. “Stop cloaking, pussy.”

- He literally begs you to choose another place. PLEASE. End his suffering. You swear you’ll find something here he enjoys though.

- You were standing in line for a ride and once you got to the front he had stepped out of line and said “Oh! after you.” In typical gentlemen fashion. Letting you go on the entire ride by yourself. You glare at him from the ride and he’s smirking mischievously. Waving his fingers to greet you.

- For the rest of the night he takes it upon himself to mess with you. You offer him some cotton candy and he hands it to a little boy in a stroller instead while nobody was looking. You saw that in the corner of your eye. “Im not fucking blind, Spy.” You say. He puts his hands behind his back innocently. “Oh, what? I consumed the wretched morsel like you asked!” “No, you didn’t Spy.”

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #spy x reader #medic x reader #demoman x reader #heavy x reader #pyro x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 x reader #sniper x reader #engineer x reader

[justmeinadaze]

Can I request a steddie fix basically it’s the end of season 4 where reader is saying Eddie and they’re really in love and he does in the upside down and Steve has to like drag her out. Then maybe something happens in the future where Steve comforts her and then end up sleeping together and dating and then maybe they figure out how to get back into the upside down and Kas Eddie/Eddie ( who survived ) see them together and gets jealous and yeah whatever from there :)

I hope I did you justice! :)

Mine (Vampire Eddie X Y/N)

Warnings: Vampire Eddie X Human Fem Reader, SMUT, of the rougher variety between Eddie and Y/N, biting (of course), mentions of drinking blood on both sides, brief mentions of intimacy between Steve and reader, ANGST, Reader dreams of Eddie's death multiple times, Eddie is definitely jealous and possessive especially at first. mentions of events in the show, mentions on grief and the pain of losing a partner (feeling numb, lost).

Word Count: 3246

“No! No, Steve, please!”

“Y/N, we can’t stay here! We have to go back!”

“We can’t leave him here! Please! I love him!”

You bolt upright in your bed, screaming Eddie’s name as the upside down faded around you and your room fully came into view. 

It had only been a few months since your battle with Vecna but the nightmares were still consistent. It played out the same every time. Eddie riding away from you with one of the bikes that had been abandoned out front. You catching up to him just as the bats were swarming him. You trying to fight with him only to be pinned down as well. Hearing the sound of his screams as they bit into him while you waited for your turn.

Just as you were about to be their next meal, the storm dissipated and there was a loud crashing thud as the bats fell from the sky. You crawled over to him and tenderly turned his face to meet yours as you watched him struggle through the pain. 

“Baby…baby, please. I love you so much. Just hang on, ok?”

“Okay.” His eyes scanned over you as his shaky fingers caressed the reddening skin around your neck. “Idiot.”, he chuckled, coughing on his blood.

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”, you forced a smile.

“Mine.”, he whispered with a smile of his own.

The gang found you guys like that and you begged Steve to save him, to bring him back with you but he couldn’t. They didn’t have the strength to carry all of you through. The girls helped maneuver Dustin while Steve lifted you in his arms. 

“STEVE! NO!! NO PLEASE!”

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m so sorry.”, he cried. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

Rising to your feet, you shuffle into the bathroom and get ready to begin your day. 

***

Every day since your boyfriend Eddie Munson had died felt like it dragged on into eternity without him there to make you laugh or smile. You missed his corny jokes or his passion when he would tell you about a D&D campaign he was working on. You constantly felt like you were living in a trance, walking around on autopilot as you did your job at the local Hawkins market before heading home to curl up in bed where you would put on one of his shirts and cry yourself to sleep. You prayed you would dream about his arms wrapped around you or his soft kisses and whispers of adoration that warmed your heart but every night the dream remained the same. 

“Hey honey.”

“Shit.”, you jumped as you dropped the stock you were holding. “Steve, I’m so sorry. I didn’t…”

“No, no. It’s ok. I should have cleared my throat or something. You seemed kind of lost in thought.”

“Yeah…I always am these days. I just—”

“You miss him. I understand that.”, he sighs as he bends down to help pick up some of the boxes that had fallen from your grasp. “Dustin misses him to. Today I went over to his place and he tried to explain some of his nerdy game to me. It just, woooo, went right over my head.”, he chuckles before offering you a soft smile. ��But I’m trying, ya know.”

“You’re a good man, Steve Harrington.”

“Y/N, I was thinking, how much do you know about Eddie’s game?”

“Dungeons & Dragons? Oof Not enough to actually play but he always explained it to make sense.”, you giggle at the memory. 

“Do you want to maybe come over or I can come to you and you can just give me a quick rundown? That way Dustin and I can play.”

“Um… yeah. I don’t see why not. I get off at about 7.”

***

The two of you giggled as Steve poured you another glass of whiskey while you tried going over the information you gave him again. 

“Ok so if Kas is a vampire then why did Max make fun of me when I thought Vecna was?!”

“Because at the time, goof, we didn’t know what he was. Plus, if he was a vampire we’d see more of the people we lost.” Your mood shifts as the realization of what you said sunk in. “Eddie always liked Kas… I think he used him in that last campaign he did with Hellfire. They thought Kas had killed Vecna but he was still alive. Well, till the team finished him off. I mean Lady Applejack.”, you smile as you take a sip of your beverage. 

“Lady Applejack?”

“Erica.”

“Oh. I like that. That’s cute.”, Steve grins. “Did you have a name?”

“Eddie always said I was Y/N the Devine. My character would be an oracle who could see the future.”, you laughed. “He always thought it was funny I could remember all my dreams. He said if anything ever happened to him…he’d talk to me through them.”

Placing his drink on the table, the man beside you collects you into his strong arms as you sob. 

“It’s ok, Y/N. Everything’s ok.”

“I miss him so much, Steve.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry I couldn’t get him back to you.”

Wiping your eyes, you lean back as you sigh, scanning the man over as he reached for his glass and chugged back what was left inside. Drunk on the liquor and your grief, you didn’t think twice as your palm grasped Steve’s chin, turning him to face you, and crashing your lips to his. 

“Y/N…Y/N wait. W-What are you doing?”, he breathed as he hovered near your mouth, his hand petting your head as he moved your hair away from your face. 

“I’m sorry. I just…I just wanted to feel something other then my pain for once. I’m sorry, Steve.”

Lifting you in his arms, he carried you to his bedroom, and made love to you till you both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

***

Your eyes shot open at the sound of thunder, red lightening briefly illuminating the sky before it disappeared behind the black clouds. You could still feel Steve’s arms around your hip but something wasn’t right. His room seemed darker and grungier than when you fell asleep. 

As your gaze shifted around taking everything in, you were startled by a figure at the end of the bed. 

“E-E-Eddie?”

His long hair was blocking most of his face but you could just barely make out his lips formed into a thin line. His outfit was torn and caked in blood where the bats had bit into him. A low growl left his throat before he turned around and slowly left the room. 

Quickly, you threw off the covers, grabbing one of Steve’s shirts and throwing it over your head as you followed him down the stairs. When you turned a corner into the kitchen, he was suddenly gone.

“Eddie? Baby, where are you?”

In the blink of an eye, a hand grabbed your arm, turning you around roughly and pinning you to the wall. You panicked for only a moment, reaching out to caress his face.

“I-It’s me, baby. Do you remember? Y/N?!” As you began to cry, his hand released you just long enough to dry you tears with his fingers. “I miss you so much. Sometimes…sometimes I wish I had died with you.”

Snaking his palm to the back of your head, his thumb was still long enough to run along your bottom lip.

“Mine.”

Your eyes shot open as you began to scream, scaring Steve awake as he tried to calm you. 

“Y/N! It’s ok! Everything’s ok! You’re safe, honey…you’re safe.”, he cooed as he held you to his chest. 

“He…he…he was here, Steve. Eddie was here. I saw him. He was right here in your room.”

“Y/N, it was just a dream. You’re alright.”

“No! No…”, you cried as you jumped out of bed and flew down his stairs. Your eyes scanned his kitchen but everything was as it had been last night. When you turned back around you were met with concerned honey eyes. “I’m not crazy, Steve! I swear…I could feel him. He was so cold and he smelled metallic like blood. We have to go back.”

“What? Y/N, no.”, the man said sternly as he grabbed your arm. After glaring at his hand, he immediately let you go but hurriedly followed after you as you ran back up the stairs to get your clothes. “You can’t go there alone.”, he sighed as he began getting put together as well. 

“Steve, I’ll be fine—”

“This isn’t a debate, Y/N. If you insist on going back there then I’m going with you.”

############

The sound of Eddie’s old trailer door squeaked loudly as Steve cautiously pulled it open. Wayne had been moved to a new place a long time ago and the people at the lab had long abandoned this place, closing down the park as a whole so no one would come this way. Of course, that didn’t stop some of the high school kids from sneaking in and spray painting “FREAK” on the side under his window.

You glanced around the dark interior as memories flashed through your mind, his bedroom door still open as if waiting for its occupant to return home. You actually hadn’t been in his room since he was on the run. A strong urge coursed through you to go look but you pushed it down as you watched Steve grab a chair and hoist himself through the hole in the ceiling before falling on his feet on the other side. 

“Wait there ok? I’ll take a look and if I find anything I’ll come get you.”

You nodded silently praying as he disappeared.

***

Bat drawn, Steve slowly opened the trailer door and maneuvered down the steps. With just a quick glance everything looked the same as they had left it a few months ago. Breaking into a sprint, he ran to where he knew Eddie’s body would be. Hell, he had nightmares to of your screams when they pried your hand from the metalhead’s. He blamed himself constantly but he didn’t know how to make it up to you. 

Was there a way to make up for something like that?

He always saw you on his way to work as you stocked shelves in the front window of the market. Your eyes that were once so full of life seemed empty now. When you told him last night you just wanted to feel something, he desperately wanted to help. You clung to him so tightly after every orgasm he gave you, as if he too would be gone when the pleasant feeling ended. 

Steve couldn’t help but wonder if you would allow him to take you on a proper date. You were always so kind to everyone and extremely beautiful. It didn’t surprise him that Eddie was drawn to you. He didn’t want you to feel like he used you last night just because the opportunity arose. He genuinely wouldn’t mind getting to know you better and maybe the two of you could heal together. 

As his feet skidded to a stop, Steve’s eyes widened as he looked around. 

The makeshift shield and weapon he and Henderson had made were laying haphazardly on the ground next to where Eddie’s body should have been but was now vacant.

“Y/N.”, he whispered, running back towards the trailer. 

***

Steve said to stay put but it wouldn’t hurt for you to look around his room. You of all people knew it wasn’t very far from the living area. 

Memories hit you like a ton of a bricks; a montage of a life you no longer had or would have. 

“Eddie! Stop!”, you giggled as he pretended to nibble on your neck. “That feels weird.”

“You’re weird! It’s supposed to be sexy, sweetheart.”

You smile as he stands in the middle of his room playing his guitar while obnoxiously singing in your direction. 

“I can see what you're looking for I know what you want from me.”

Eddie bends down till his face is just inches from yours and your smile widens. 

“And I'm gonna give you more

I'm gonna slide it in, right to the top Slide it in, I ain't never gonna stop.”

“You’re a pervert you know that?!”

“I love you to!”

Your fingers gently trace his tattoos including the one he had just gotten fairly recently of your name near his heart while Eddie played with your hair. You wanted to do the same but you knew your mom would kill you if she ever found out you got a tattoo. 

“What are you thinking about, babe?”

The metalhead takes a long drag of his cigarette before squishing it in the nearby ashtray. 

“I’m going to graduate this year, princess. Once I get that fucking diploma, I’ll get a good job so we can move into our own place and I can take care of you.”

As you tilt your head to look up him, he does the same and leans down to kiss your lips. 

“Then we’ll get married and pop out a bunch of kids.”

“Oh?”, you laugh as he holds you tighter. “You’re just excited to make them but you won’t be pushing them out!”

The tears started to fall as you slowly took everything in, walking towards his closet, and allowing your fingers to graze his clothes. Everything still smelled so much like him and it killed you. 

“Y/N?!”

You head turned at the sound of Steve shouting your name and you hastily ran to the hallway, freezing when you realized you saw a figure staring up into the gate, smirking. As his head fell back down, Eddie’s smile faded as his eyes met yours. 

“Am…Am I dreaming again?”

Moving in a blur, you were abruptly lifted off your feet and slammed down hard onto the mattress with him on top of you pinning your wrists. Almost like a feral animal, he pressed his nose to your neck before sniffing along your cheek up to your hair. 

“Mine.”, Eddie growled. 

“Always.”, you replied in fear at this new behavior. “I’ve always been yours.”

“LIAR!”, he shouts making you jump. 

“No! No, Eddie. Wh-what happened with Steve and I…I was the first time. I swear. I ju-just wanted to feel something. I’ve been so numb since I lost you. I thought about you every day!”

Your boyfriend continued glare at you with angry vacant eyes that broke your heart.

“Do you even remember me?” When he doesn’t respond, you push against his hold on one of your hands and to your surprise he lets it go. Pulling at the collar of his shirt, you point to your name along his skin. “Y/N. That’s me, baby.”

Lifting your shirt, you exposed the new tattoo of his name you had gotten on your heart a week after he died. He blinked a couple of times as if trying to gather his thoughts or even gather as many memories as he could. His cold fingers caressed the ink making you shudder as palm grazed your breast. 

Something that looked like recognition flashed through his eyes before they darkened once more and he pinned you back down against his bed. 

“Mine.”

Aggressively, he rips your shirt causing you to groan as his tongue licks up your chest to your throat. Your legs clasp around his waist as he grinds against your center while your hips begin to roll to meet his movements.  

“Mine…”, Eddie murmurs one last time before you feel something sharp break the skin on your neck. 

“Ah! E-Eddie…what are you…fuck…”

The man’s large palm holds your head still as slurping sounds fill your ears. Your body suddenly feels like it’s on fire and the only thing that can ease the burn is him. Reaching between you two, you fumble with his belt and push down his pants before doing the same with your own. He grunts into your neck as you guide him into your entrance, his pace promptly setting at hard and rough. 

“Yes, baby, please. Fuck, you feel so fucking good. I missed you so much.”

“Mmm—Y/N.”

Tears flooded your face at the sound of him saying your name and abruptly clung to your back as he flipped over placing you on top of him. After lifting off his shirt, he slashed his nail along your name on his flesh and forcefully yanked your lips to the wound. 

“Princess…mine. You…drink.”

Eddie mewled as your tongue collected some of the dark blood that had fallen down his chest and his grip on your head loosened as he ran his fingers through your hair. As you began to drink from him, your hips began to bounce allowing his cock to punch into the sensitive spot inside you driving you crazy. 

“Fuck…pretty girl. That’s…it.”

A loud crashing sound echoed from living room but it didn’t phase either of you as Eddie began thrusting upward to meet your movements. 

“Y/N.”, Steve winced as he hobbled into the room. 

Shakily, he reached for your arm but just as his fingers touched your bicep, you came off Eddie  with a pop and violently pushed the boy’s chest, hurtling him onto the floor near the closet. 

“Mine.”, you snarled, baring a new set of fangs that frightened Steve in his place.

The metalhead chuckled as he swiveled you back to face him, passionately kissing your lips as he pounded up into you. Your body trembled as you both climaxed together; just how you were meant to be…together. 

Panting, you fell to his side and began to whine as your body curled into a ball. Eddie sat up and swung his feet over the edge before reaching for the long abandoned pack of cigarettes on his nightstand and lighting the end. 

“What did you do to her?”, Steve murmured as he listened to you moan in what sounded like pain. 

The metalhead glanced in your direction before taking a drag of the smoke in his hand. 

“I made her mine forever.”

“You…you’re hurting her…”

“Hmm nah. Baby girl is just hungry. Would you like to ease her pain, Stevie? Seems like something you’re interested in now a days.”

“I don’t want to be whatever you are.”

“Trust me, you won’t be. We need you as is anyway for what’s about to happen.”

“Wh-What’s about to happen?”

Smirking, Eddie tapped your hip and you rolled over, sliding to the floor, and crawling slowly over to him. 

“Please…hungry.”, you begged with wide eyes. “Hurts.”

Clenching his jaw, Steve rolled up his sleeve and offered you his wrist which you gladly accepted as you brought it to your lips and curled up in lap. The boy grunt as you fed, leaning his head against the wall so he could glare at Eddie. 

“He’s alive, Steve. I can feel it.”

“Who is?”

Taking another drag of his cigarette, he sighs in slight annoyance that he even has to tell him. Sliding on to the floor as well, he places himself right in front of him, and pries your teeth from his arm. With a small, content smile, you lean your forehead into Steve’s neck and fall into the most peaceful sleep you had had in months. Eddie grins softly as he caresses your cheek before meeting the other man’s eyes with a stern look of his own. 

“Vecna.”

############### Eddie Asks

#eddie munson #eddie fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn stranger things #fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x fem!reader #writing requests #vampire eddie munson #vampire eddie x reader

[alastrrz]

Isaac with a reader who rides a motorcycle? 👀

MMMM MOTORCYCLES...

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 ride with me baby ; isaac

　 ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

genre; fluff

type; headcanons

read below!

The first time Isaac saw you, he nearly dropped to his knees. No joke. He thinks faceless people are so attractive, how convenient, and you with the motorcycle helmet on was no exception.

When he saw you take the helmet off, he still thought you were just as attractive. The way you looked on your bike, the way you took your helmet off, the way you carried yourself, oh my god. He was head over heels.

Eventually, you two were a thing. He wasn't gonna lie, he was a little scared to ride on the bike with you, but sooner rather than later, you convinced him to ride with you.

"Come on! It's not that bad. You'll have a helmet on, I'm not a bad driver!" You whined at Isaac. He groaned, "Okay, okay! I'll go with you!"

After that, he constantly wanted to go on rides with you. He found it so exhilarating and exciting, it gave him a rush he'd never felt before.

"So, how was it?" You took your helmet off, staring at your boyfriend and waiting for an answer. He took his helmet off, smiling widely at you. "Can we go again?"

You take him on a ton more rides, just because you love to see him happy.

He's one of those guys to wrap his hands around your waist while you drive, holding onto you for dear life while having the time of his life.

"Woooo! This is so fucking fun!" He especially loves when you guys go on the interstate.

He eventually wants his own bike, but you tell him that's definitely far in the future.

#alex's writing #anon.txt #tgc x reader #tgc #tgc x you #tgc x y/n #the group chat #the group chat x y/n #the group chat x you #the group chat x reader #isaacwhy #isaacwhy x y/n #isaacwhy x you #isaacwhy x reader

[sweetestofchaos]

here's to you | m.yg x reader

the holidays bring out the best in people...

❅ agust x reader | yoongi x oc [modern day blackthorn characters]

❅ prompts: "thank you for making it special" + "you're the best present i could have ever wished for"

❅ wc: 1.1k

❅ warnings: manhandling - choking (not the fun kind) - mentions of deceased parents - unprotected sex - cowgirl - creampie - two povs (kind of)

❅ a/n: written for Merry Chaosdays 1K Follower Event, requested by @theharrowing. Woooo did this take me for a ride. I wrote this 3 times before I finally liked where it was going. I did take some liberties with this and I hope you like it. Harrow, I want to thank you for picking characters from my wips. I love Blackthorn and I have wanted to dive into the modern day so freaking badly!

❅ this is not canon with blackthorn modern day. this is just for fun!

❅ line, snow and support dividers made by @benkeibear

❅ send in your own requests here

It was Christmas Eve and the streets were covered in snow. Street lights burned bright as the sky grew darker and the scent of cookies waffed in the air. Puffs of white smoke filled the air as Yoongi hurried down the street towards his car. The shop was busy all day and he had to come in to lend a hand. As the owner, it would have looked bad if he left his employees to deal with the mob of customers that never seemed to thin out. The shop was open an hour past close and Yoongi sent his works home. He was capable enough to close on his own and he wanted everyone to be with their families as soon as possible.

Parking was a pain in the ass to find and Yoongi parked a block away from the shop. It wasn’t that big of a deal but with how cold it was tonight, Yoongi wished he parked closer. The crunch of snow under his feet made his teeth grind. It was a sound on par with nails on a chalkboard for him. As he got closer to his car, Yoongi noticed a figure in the distance and he frowned. He glanced down at the watch on his wrist and grumbled to himself. The mop of dark hair was enough of a give away as to who was waiting for him.

“What do you want, Agust?” Yoongi sighed as he stepped up to his car.

His twin brother, Agust, paid him no mind. An orange flame appeared suddenly and Yoongi watched with narrowed eyes as Agust lit a cigarette in silence. He inhaled deeply and let the smoke swirl into the air, dropping his head back on the hood of the snow covered car.

Yoongi pulled his keys from his pocket and clicked his tongue, “Get out of the way. I have somewhere to be.”

“How is she?” Agust’s voice was rough, broken glass and jagged rocks. As his head slowly raised, Agust’s eyes landed on Yoongi and he grinned wickedly. “My treasure? How is she?” 

“Fuck off, Agust.”

Onyx eyes flashed a striking gold and before Yoongi could blink he was slammed into the side of his car, Agust’s hand wrapped tightly around his throat. Thick black smoke spilled from Agust’s nose as scales started to sprout along his wrists and his nails elongated. 

“Don’t play with me little brother,” Agust hissed and Yoongi narrowed his eyes, glaring at Agust as best he could. Another plume of smoke seeped from Agust’s mouth and he released Yoongi with a hiss, “Merry Christmas.” 

Agust vanished without another word, leaving Yoongi coughing and gasping for air on the sidewalk. When Agust reappeared it was out front of your door. After Keena came into his life, Agust has become a frequent visitor of yours. Tonight was no exception as he rang the doorbell and leaned in the doorway, his face board as he looked at the colorful holiday decorations that covered your stoop. Footsteps came closer to the door and Agust licked his lips, he could taste you from behind the door. The lock clicked out of place and as the door swung open, Agust watched as the smile on your face dropped.

“Working tonight?” Agust questioned as he slipped past you and started to toe off his shoes. You closed the door behind him and bit the inside of your cheek as you thought of the best way to kick the dragon out of your home.

“Um-”

“Strip. I don’t have all night.”

“Agust I don’t think-”

“I don’t pay you to think. I pay you to-”

“Can we not tonight?” Your voice was softer than usual and it made Agust pause as he had started to disrobe. The black button down he wore was half way opened, his pale chest glowing from the warm candle light that burned in your home. 

“What is it? Have you taken a lover?”

“No…I-I just-”

Agust watched as your eyes drifted to the side and he followed your line of sight. There on the entryway table was a mess of photos of whom he assumed to be your parents. Oh. He inhaled deeply and started to button his shirt back up.

“Have you eaten yet?” Agust questioned and you shook your head. “Sit,” he grunted and disappeared into your kitchen. You followed the sounds of pots banging around, choosing to sit at the island while Agust moved around your kitchen like it was his own. You had no idea what he had planned to make but the conversation flowed easily between the two of you as he cooked. When the food was finished, Agust set up the table for the two of you and waited for you to sit before he served the food. Spicy chicken ramen, kimchi fried rice with spicy rice cakes on the side.

You ate in silence, unable to speak as the flavors of the food fought with the emotions in your heart. When was the last time someone had cooked for you on Christmas Eve? Tears blurred your vision and you quickly blinked them away.

“Thank you for making it special." You muttered and Agust ignored your words.

Agust raised his glass in the direction of your parent's photos and you raised your glass as well.

"Here's to you..."

On the other side of town, Yoongi sat with his girlfriend Keena in his lap, her tits bouncing in his face as he lifted her up and down his cock. Their lips were spit slick and swollen from endless bitting. Yoongi’s head was fuzzy as his stomach clenched and jumped in pleasure. Keena’s nails dug into his back as she threw her head back and Yoongi attacked her neck with his lips. 

“Y-Yoongi!” Keena cried as her walls tightened around him for what felt like the millionth time. Yoongi snaked a hand between their bodies and tweaked Keena’s clit between his fingers.

“Gonna come for me? Make a mess in my lap?” Yoongi teased, his words filthy as he started to thrust his hips upwards. Keena babbled dumbly, too fucked out of her mind to answer clearly and Yoongi smiled, gummy and bright.

“That’s right, gem. Come all over my cock.” He licked his lips and squeezed her hips tightly, “You're the best present I-I could have - mmmmm, fuck!” Yoongi growled as she came around him, screaming his name. “E-ever wished for! S-Shit!” he panted out as he came soon after, not able to move much as her walls throbbed around him. 

Keena giggled as Yoongi cuddled into her sweaty chest. She wrapped her arms around him and played with his damp hair.

“Yoongi?” 

He hummed in acknowledgement.

“I love you.”

#yoongi smut #yoongi x oc #agust d x reader #fic: here's to you #1k followers event #happy chaosdays event

[miasmaghoul]

Any Cumulus nsfw headcanons that you can share?

WOOOO LETS FUCKIN GO

Pillow princess most of the time, but there are a handful of exceptions.

Loves her curves, her softness. The others do too, very much. Cumulus most always has a hand somewhere on her squshiest spots, her own or someone else's. It makes her feel wanted. Adored.

Indulges the others (and Papa) in every version of a mommy kink.

Could spend the rest if her existence only getting head and would not complain one bit.

Prefers multi-partner encounters, with all eyes on her.

And hands. She has a Thing for hands.

Specifically Mountain's hands. And Rain's. And Dew's. Anywhere. Everywhere.

Loves breath play, the riskier the better. Will let Cirrus steal the breath from her lungs, let Aether constrict her throat, let Rain cut off her blood flow. A hand on the throat works too, in a pinch.

Frequently wears short, flowy skirts with no panties in the hope that someone's hand or face winds up between them sooner than later. Preferably somewhere public.

Expectations to the pillow princess rule mostly revolve around Dew. She'll ride til his skinny legs are shaking and he's gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. It usually only takes a few minutes, the little guy never lasts long with her. She'll also bully him into closets on occasion, crush him to the wall and demand his fingers.

Also she will peg both him and Swiss literally whenever.

Outdoor sex is the bee's knees for her, especially in the spring. When the breeze kicks up.

Loves having her tits played with, sucked on and fucked.

Best at giving praise.

VERY into somno. Never sleeps in an empty bed.

High sex >>>>>

Pierced nips for SURE.

Cirrus is her other half, literally. Two halves of the same ghoul, split into two vessels. They know each other on the deepest levels and share a unique link. They can do things for one another that no one else ever could.

#miasma has ghoul thoughts #cumulus ghoulette

[brenbrennn]

ੈ✩‧₊˚  ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ

Summary!!: As the cordyceps destroyed the world you used to know , you stayed alone for a good couple of years. You took a guess that any other civilization was hell on earth or tarnished to bits. Though at that point , hell seemed way better than any of this mess. With your travels as a smuggler , you met two people by the names of Joel Miller and Ellie Williams. Haven't have not seen really any living human beings in ages , you decided to join them on their mission to get to a certain fireflies base. Upon the time you spent with them , you grew to care for the two. Especially growing close to Joel. Even growing a sort of parent and daughter relationship with Ellie , you couldn’t expect ever leaving their sides. Settling into Jackson was a beyond good choice. The community was welcoming and nicely guarded. It allowed you to finally be at ease. But that comfortable feeling was going to be fractured sooner or later. After someone from your past turns up and finds you in Jackson , a lot of realities come to the forefront. Leading you and old man Miller having to actually talk about your relationship. Authors Note!!: WOOOO THE LAST OF USSS!! Ive been a huge fan of the game for a while , and the series already has me hooked. I wanna swarm this game with all my love. So I decided to write some good joel x reader. By all far he is one of the most intimidating characters I have written for. Mainly cause this is my first time writing for the game and I dont wanna fuck up any personalities. Strap in because this one is gonna be a long , angsty , fluffy ride. Content Warning!!: Canon typical game violence/gore (aka descriptions of violence and the reader getting their shit rocked) , deep diving into backstories (specifically the readers since I made up a whole faction) , child death , more game universe than show universe ,  allusions to a fem!reader (had a daughter before the outbreak - also gets called mom a couple times) , and brief mentions of suicide idealation , Spoilers for like the first and second TLOU game , Kind of edited? I am still going through some spelling mistake lol. I understand if some of you wanna sit this one out , love ya guys <3                                     ⋘══════∗ {•『 ♡ 』•} ∗══════ ⋙ For the longest time , Joel Miller was the one person to always plague your thoughts. After a while of getting to know him more , and getting close with Ellie the humanity you once berried so down inside sprawled awake. You got to know the two more , their dreams and fears. Especially Joel.... having a sort of alignment with him. In a weird way you two as a pair sort of clicked. If you still stayed stuck in your mindset before everything , you would have never realized you were in love with Joel. That word always racked your mind. Love... something you hadn’t felt for another person in such a long time. But it was true even if it was hard to explain , you loved that man. With every ounce of life in you. Though, Joel was like a rock. Even after he eased out when choosing to stay in Jackson with you and Ellie , his old habits always snuck up on him. One in particular was the denying of his own feelings. The ones towards you that made him feel like a teenager again. That made him feel whole , those ones he didnt know how to admit them. Which was a pest to your guy's budding relationship. It always floated around the both of you , almost like a warning. You hadn’t known what to describe your relationship. Were you only a companion? Was this something more than just a toughly bonded friendship? You knew about his struggles , at least some of them. Loosing his daughter and all of that.  But couldn't you two finally live to be happy? Shrug away the burdens that had been haunting you? This had all spiraled out in a argument you both had. You were the one who started it , even though you were not proud of it at all. Something had been picking at you the weeks into winter. A harsh storm had swarmed Jackson , almost like the bubbling anxiety that was stirring inside you. The two of you were stern adults , stubborn with your opinions. Some less shared than others. What started as a question exploded into a mostly heated dispute. You tried not to be so loud , the two of you genuinely just tired from the day. You had gotten off of an overnight patrol shift together , but this question could not be avoided for much longer.  Harsh words were met with other harsh words. He got defensive and so did you. Ellie had been off with Dina and Jesse so you knew it was just the two of you alone. “I’m not just that same stranger that came to help you Joel!” You were racked with tears. “I have stuck with you through thick and thin - an this is how you treat me?! Like some liability!”  You were beyond pissed off , and Joel just looked at you in silence. He wanted to say so much but was held back. By his own fears and insecurities. It had only been a year since the firefly incident back in salt lake city. You two sharing an abundance of secrets between one another. He was still scared with being vulnerable with you , and couldn't mutter a word. Not even a sentence to ease your worry. God he felt like such a jackass. He never meant to hurt you this much. He never meant to hurt you at all. “Was this for nothing...?” Your tone filled with anguish. “If your gonna say it like that , I guess so.” He stared at you through gritted teeth. Your heart plummeted to the bottom of your stomach. Ripped out of your chest by the man you had trusted. Trusted with so much and so little. Maybe he was right about everything. You glared , it burned holes into Joel. He felt horrible , he was so worked up his brain was making stuff up on the spot. He had to keep you at an arms length. He didnt want to get you hurt. He had already let you in though , so genuinely there was no way he could rid his heart of you. Not that he even wanted to. The both of you shared a long , pained look. You broke the slowly growing stale silence. “Have it your way , I totally understand. We always said it was to the destination and than nothing else.” Sighing , you walked out of the main area to grab your bag. Your voice trembled , trying not to break out cry’s. You had to keep your cool for now. “I guess I was the only one who didnt keep my word.” That one really stung his heart. He was stunned , stuck in his stance. At this point anything else he would have said most likely wouldnt have helped it all. What was done is done , and he regretted every last second of it. You stuffed a couple things in your pack. “I’ll stay at Tommie's and Marias until then. I know you probably dont wanna see my face.” He nodded weakly , his expression nothing but blank. One more final look from you as you headed out the door. Joel couldn't help but let his sobs' spring free. Shameful tears plummeted down his cheeks. He had no idea what to do , was karma out to get him?  After popping by to see Maria , you told her a majority of everything. She gave pity on you , offering the guest bedroom for you to stay in for a bit. Until yours and Joel’s disagreement died down. Tommy caught wind and reassured you that it was only Joel being Joel. He would come around soon. You tried your hardest to believe him. Patrol time came on once again , Tommy volunteered to head off with you. So going with Joel wouldnt make things more tricky than they already were. You had grown to become a good friend with Tommy along with a lot of the other residents in Jackson. The two of you began to set off around the perimeter , heading the route you had been assigned to. Even with the annoyance of the snow , it was nice that day out. Calm and quiet you made sure to keep your eyes open. Trying to not let your argument before with Joel cloud your thought process. Tommy could see how off you were , and as a friend he was gonna lend a helping hand obviously. “Alright over there? Seem stuck in your own world.” He chuckled , patting his sides as he rode along his horse. You took a breath , flinching your hands at the reins. “No if I am being completely honest , I cant shake the argument at all.” You grew a pained smiled over your face. Tommy took a second before responding. “Look its like I said , this is only Joel being Joel. He’s a protector , but sometimes a idiot when it comes to being out with what he feels. He was like that when we were younger , and now its only worse with what yall have gone through.” He went on , you couldn’t really disagree with what he was saying. He gestured his head over to you once Joel came back to subject again. “Besides , he really does care about you.” That made you paused big time. “Really? What do you mean?” You needed to know more. “Whenever he talks about you , he always compliments you in a way. Either on your smarts or how optimistic you are.”  You sucked your teeth in when he brought that up. You could recognize the ‘awe’ growing inside you , reflecting in the warmness of your face. It had put everything into perspective. Maybe he wasn’t so rough and tough like he always exuded. You could never get through to the truth , always blocked off by him time and time again shutting down. “He’s only stubborn , he’ll realize his wrongs and apologize. If you wanna draw it out so much we can make a bet.” He flashed a sympathetic smile. You chuckled in response , “Thanks Tommy but I would rather not bet on my personal life.” He snickered “Fine , I’ll just do it with Maria.” You couldn’t help but giggle lightly. “Suree suree , you keep saying that.”  Now your mood was a little better from before , less down in the dumps than earlier. Becoming more hopeful, you finished logging everything down that you spotted and started heading back to Jackson with Tommy. Surprisingly you guys hadn't ran into any infected. You two carried conversation for a good while , talking about life in the general sense. Mentally you were trying to think of ways to talk to Joel again. Scenarios went through your head with any possible conversation. Stuck in thought , something jolted you immediately into defense mode. That something was gun shots ringing at you and Tommy.  Right away you both collectively tried to fight it off. But shots kept littering out , one even hitting you in the shoulder. You winced in pain and in a panic looked back at Tommy. “GO NOW!” You shouted , the snow fall getting heaver. “No I cant just leave you here!” He tried to shoot at the random sniper among the trees. “This could mean hunters or bandits , warn Jackson!”  “No! We should both get fuckin going!” He continued to shoot at whatever was hitting you guys. “I have this under control , GO TOMMY!” You tried to plead with him. “I promise once I get this bozo I’ll follow right behind you.” Almost as if you were begging him to run of.                                                     •·.·''·.·• The storm was getting heavier and heavier as the two of you continued trying to communicate. Tommy gave you a conflicted expression but finally did as you said. “You better be on my ass as soon as you finish them off!” He shouted over the blizzard.  He made his way the opposite direction , regretful of his decision. Not being able to look be he kept on going forward , hoping that you would come out unscathed.  But you were gonna be okay. You had to be okay. He rode into the gates of Jackson in a hurry , the large wooden doors opening up. People quickly started to notice that you weren’t actually behind Tommy. Joel especially noticed and couldn’t stop thinking of what possibly could have happened. Everything got worse once they heard a horse , it was your horse. Pained neighs came as it trotted in , on its last leg. The poor baby had a fresh gun wound in its side. Quickly it was helped off to the stables for care. Immediately people got to questioning and Tommy tried his hardest to explain. Every ounce of what went down he told. Recalling the guilt he felt leaving you behind. But when he tried to reason you wouldnt let down at all. Ellie was oh so worried , begging to go out and try to find you. She couldn't lose a parental figure , thinking back to Colorado with Joel. Dina even offered to come along. Maria attempted to calm the overlapping voices but Joel again was quiet. The thumping of his pulse could be heard in his ears. What if you were dead? What if they pumped you full of led? He couldn’t stop imaging the sight. Multiple gun holes in your torso , the light drained from your eyes. Your blood was everywhere , the snow going from a pure white to a dark red. He wasn't gonna let some fuckup do who knows what to you. He was gonna make sure his fists were covered in their blood. He clung onto any possibilities , ones where your insides weren’t strung up. He knew you were a fighter , he just hoped they could find you in time.  Along with Dina , Jesse , Ellie , Joel and Maria some other patrol men tagged along. Tommy wanted to go , feeling that he in some way caused this mess. But Maria told him to stay back , since you weren’t the only one wounded in the scuffle. He sighed in defeat but agreed. Wishing the rest of the others good luck. The search party looked out for you , same route you and Tommy headed on. But there were no signs of you. No backpack , no gun no nothing. Even when they found the specific spot where the sniper was spotted , it was almost like you up and left. Though something was uncovered , and it wasn’t something good. Bloody boot tracks were implanted in the snow , almost forming a trail. They could only follow so much and were led with nothing. Maria looked along the trail , realizing the cut off. Dina spoke up , “Thats weird... it doesnt lead to any direction of Jackson.” Ellie agreed , “Yeah they wouldn’t just up and leave. Thats not like them … this has to be something more?” The possibility of you running away swarmed Joel's thoughts. He never meant for you to think he didnt care for you in any way. You became so constant in his life he couldn’t fathom losing you. Maria sighed , contemplating on what to do. “Lets keep on looking , they could have went to get shelter.” Jesse commented along with the groups decision.  “Yeah , doesnt seem so bad. Maybe we check the lodge? That place is pretty nice shelter from the snow.” Everyone else came to an agreement while Joel stayed quiet. Only letting out a murmur in return. Searching for you lead them into a typical wild goose chase. You weren’t stuck at any of the surrounding areas. It didnt help that the weather proceeded to get more rough. Maria ordered everyone to head back , they can continue this all later. Joel couldn’t stop beating himself up about what was going on. He caused this , he was the one to blame. He scared you off... and now fate was coming to give him a message. He couldn’t be frantic, he had to keep on a brave face at least for Ellie. Slowly you started to gain a sliver of consciousness. As your eyes began to focus around , your surroundings were unfamiliar. This wasn't the woods of Jacksonville , instead you were situated in a old house. Walls were in ruins , paint peeling off of them. Whole room was filled to the brim in dust.  Trying to free your hands , you soon realized you were restrained. Both your wrists and ankles were tied. Your wrists were specifically tied to the railing of the homes stairs. You cursed , trying to get a look at what else surrounded you. Thankfully your gun was with you , but not so thankfully all of its ammo was emptied on the floor. Heavy foot falls followed your look around. You heard a gun rifle get cocked back as you met the face of the gun holder. Immediately you started to panic. Thrashing your brain around on how he could have found you. You thought you had lost him?! There in front of you stood the man Zachary Hale , someone of nightmares. His eyes traced over you , a crooked smile on his face. “Oh friend - how wonderful to see you!” He sounded like a full blown maniac. Which was not super far from the truth. “How ya been? The whole new set up treating you well?” He commented , proceeding to pull up a metal chair. “...How did you fucking find me?” You gritted out , clearly annoyed. Slowly blood from your nose trickled down your features. “Oh sweetheart you forget that you cant just lose me THAT easily?”, he snickered. “Its adorable how you think I’m such a dunce , seriously!” He threw his gun to the side , you watched it clank away.  “Seems like you got your smarts knocked back into you.” He’d let out a wheezy chuckle , playing up the friendly tone a little too hard. But not for long was he gonna keep you like this. “So great Hale , whats your fucking plan? Did you just wanna have tea with me in this shithole?” You cracked , trying to hide your anxiousness with humoring him. Immediately you flinched your face back as his screwed up hand cupped your cheek. You could feel the dirt and grime laced into his palm. It also wasn’t hard to notice the nasty hole in the middle of his free hand. “Oh honey... my little angel , you know that Ive missed you.” He said with a sickly smile. “But you haven’t given me any introductions to your new friends.” Right away you realized what he wanted , you could feel your insides twist into knots. “Sooo... I am going to beat the life out of you until you tell me all of their names.” He was definitely amused seeing into in this state of pain , your gun wound from earlier still oozing with blood. Same went for your nose , as the butt of his gun met right with your face earlier. “I’m not gonna tell you anything , you jackass!” You barked , the tight rope of your wrists thrashing at your skin. “Now see , that's where your wrong.” His finger graced the lining of your jaw. You wanted to bite his finger off , shoot him dead and run off. But the thing was you had no idea where you were. You wouldn’t be surprised if he planned this all out meticulously. With how creepy he is , he wasn't the most stupid when it came to getting his way.  “How so asshole , you know I wont ever answer to you.” His lips curved up in enjoyment. “Well your gonna have to or else I’ll let you bleed out in the snow.” You kept your cool , not wanting him to get inside your head. “Even you know I keep my promises!” He leaned back gleefully , retracting his arms and crossing them. “If you dont , then I’m just gonna have to do it myself. So I suggest you cooperate , I want to ruin you like you did to me.” He chuckled with teeth on full display. It was almost like you were starring right back at death itself. “ I wont stop until I get all.my.satisfaction from this.” He made sure to make his point clear. Again , his hand met your face.   “I didn’t do anything! Your the monster here!” You squirmed around , hoping that luck would be by your side. “You wanna go into things you did , cause OH I can name a list.” Suddenly you stiffened up as soon as he said that. You had an idea of what he was gonna utter. His lips situated into the twisted like grin from before. “Shouldn’t you remember killing her in cold blood....?” He whispered into your ear , rage skyrocketing through you. “DONT YOU DARE MENTION HER!” You barked at him , getting a kick in. He stumbled but didnt change in demeanor at all. “Well if your gonna be a such a pain, I will. Maybe lets jog your memory since we’re gonna be cooped up for a while.” He went into a long explanation , dragging out details and making sure you were put to blame. He wanted to rip into you emotionally and it was working. When the outbreak started , you immediately wanted to get away from civilization. Luckily you were able to make it out of your town before military blocked off any roads. You could remember barreling home after finding out what was going on. Your first priority was your daughter. Barreling through your homes front door , your eyes panickily darted around. “Baby!? Baby where are you?! You called through the house. Right away your daughter let herself be known. She had hid inside her closet once she caught commotion outside. Originally you just wanted to get some errands done , but now you had a mission.  Her eyes were teary as she met you with a hug. You calmed her down , needing to make sure you two got out with every ounce of you both intact. You ran out of your house with her , reminding her to leave anything else behind. She listened and you hightailed you guys out of there. Even if you couldn’t get out of your area right away , you needed somewhere to lay low.

Which is when you remembered your parents farm. It was deep in a woods area and was basically off the grid. You knew for a while your father had been always paranoid about something like this happening , so there had to be supplies. Passing through dirt roads and unpaved patches of land you finally arrived.  It was the same as you could recall. Barbed wiring and large metal fences surrounded the area. Your father was a very guarded person. Always prepping for what sort of worst disaster. Guess this time he was right about it. Taking your daughter by the hand you rushed inside the fencing , blocking you off from the outside. By the time you got really inside the home , place was entirely empty. You always thought your parents would be here. Never hesitating to hide away when a storm came brewing. But no... no one was inside. A letter was placed on the fridge door , the hand writing looked frantic. It was your mother , her signature and all placed at the bottom left. "𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨.  𝘞𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘞𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶."  - 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 , 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 Thoughts overtook you completely. Why a quarantine zone? I mean this house is stocked up with all essentials. What if they were infected already? What if they were shot and killed? From day one of your existence you had always been prepared for this scenario , so it surprised you they were denying their own protections.

You had to keep on pushing through , for you daughter. You couldn’t get all emotional now. That would have to be saved for the inside of whatever mattress. What ripped you away from your stream of assumptions was your little girl speaking up. “Are we- are we sick?” She mumbled , still teary eyed.

You moved over to her and crouched down since she was sitting on the couch. “Sweetie no , you didn’t let anyone inside right?” You comfortably tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She’d quickly nod her head , she was paranoid out of her mind. A kid her age shouldn’t have to panic so much like this , so you tried to quell her fears.

“Look we’re gonna be safe , okay? Take this like a fun trip! We need to keep some rules in check though so me and you can be safe.” You explained , she clung to you with a fearful nod. Guilt was pouring through you but you couldn’t change the situation you two were in. So the best option was to find a solution , couldn’t be so hard...?

                                                     •·.·''·.·•

What continued was years of hiding. Through your scavenging you found ways to fortify the house so no one got out or in. You were able to somewhat supply your daughter with a stable childhood. With the occurrence of infected always prowling around , they were easily fought off with traps surrounding every corner of the farm. Even though you were guarded to the max , slip ups could potentially happen.

It was the middle of the night. Both you and your daughter were sleeping peacefully, her a couple rooms down from yours. A sawed off shotgun just within your reach. Oddly , you were taken out of your slumber by a loud banging coming from your front door. Which genuinely woke you up , your hand immediately went to your weapon.

You haven't been graced with the presence of any other living humans in years; the infected didnt have any manners of knocking. It led you befuddled , making your exit out of your room to check what was happening. Your daughter had rose from her room and found you. In which you quickly shushed her as you made your way to the cameras.

Clicking through them , you found the source of the loud banging. A...family of three were sat at your front door step. It was a mother , father , and a little girl - she was maybe around the age of six. The man was the one who had been hammering at the front of the house , loudly announcing his presence. By what you could make out from the mother and girl , the mother was carefully holding up the young child. You couldn't observe much anything else , except the annoying persistent stranger.

The presence of your daughter stood behind you , she immediately wanted to know what was had to be done. Firmly , you told her to stay put in her room as you would go deal with this. She replied with an “okay.. be careful mom.” Before making her way back up the stairs. Pinching your nose , you cocked your gun and headed to your homes entrance. Immediately as sign of life was heard from inside , the raucous finally quelled. You unlocked the door and it swung in your way , meeting the father with the muzzle of your shotgun at his chest. Instantly he staggered back , so did the mother with her child. Clearly you were pissed off , and you were not gonna be so kind to strangers. “Who are you and what the fuck are you doing at my home?” You grunted out , adjusting you firearm to make sure it was up and shown. The mom and dad made panicked glancing looks before the father finally spoke up. “Look , we were part of a QZ before this. It got tarnished by a resistance group. We’re just trying to find shelter , and our daughter was injured in a scuffle.” The guy explained basically their whole entire story. You listened intently , trying to come up with what to do. “Please , we mean you no harm. Only thing I’m asking for is if you could maybe lend us some medical supplies,” Something else popped up in his head. “Or you could check out her leg wound , but that's all we need.” As the man rambled , your eye peeked over at the two behind him. The mothers eyes looked mortified , clearly this wasn't some ploy. You heart crumbled into tiny pieces as you saw the younger one. She was shaking , her small hands gripping onto her mother. You could recall the start of the outbreak , your mortified daughters expression as the new predicament shaped her childhood.

You sighed and moved your gun away from view. The mans more panicked attitude switched to somewhat awkward. You spoke up , looking at the three before you got to talking. “...Seeing as if your not some sort of trick , I will let you inside. On one condition - you only stay here for the night.” The father right away shook his head in agreement. Before he could say anything more , you cut him off. “We have rooms you can stay in , but you dont touch anything else. Do you hear me clear.” It was almost like a command. Again , the man shook his head into agreement. “Yes yes , thank you so much...!” You nodded in return and let them inside. The rest of the night was a majority of you showing them around. Examining the kids injury , it at first looked like just a couple scrapings. Which you in the end helped with some rubbing alcohol and a cloth. Your daughter came down , ease dropping for most of the confrontation. The parents collectively were thankful for your helpfulness , you only really replying with a gritting “No problem at all.” The threes stay expanded from one day to more. To be completely honest you weren’t mad about it. More people around wasn’t so terrible , and your daughter was getting nicely along with their youngest. But from your earlier predictions , you may have been wrong about it being some couple scratches. Oh would you be so regretful of what you did. Though the belittlement of your past actions was stopped; as you felt your face exit the piercingly cold lake water. You regained your breath , your shivering only getting worse by then. Hale had the ends of your hair balled into a fist , he had a rough grip on it. “What - you gonna budge now?” His hold only got tighter as you squirmed. Through gasps and blood coughing out of your mouth , “Fuck no you dipshit!”  As the cold red liquid trailed down your lip from seemingly days of torture , he threw you to the side. You tumbled not too far , but felt stuck in your moment. Your odds of getting out of this were slim. You couldn't just think your way out of this like the many times before. He’d let out a coarse chuckle , making his way over to you. “God how I always loved your stubbornness.”  Your rigid body was dragged back inside of the run down home , you were met with the cold wooden floor. He looked at you , something was ticking away. “Times running out but I’m a patient man. So I am gonna let you rest until tomorrows fun activities.” He gave you a solemn look before again , leaving your sights. Left to way there - you deep dived back into your past. Going through the mistakes you made to get here. The day your world view plummeted was a week after you’d let the young family stay with you. It was early morning at the farm , sun cupping up into the sky. Even though the sights outside looked so pretty , the inside of your home was not the same.  What awoke you was the startled shrieks of your daughter. Garbled commotion was all you could hear , and right away you were on your feet. When you made your way downstairs you couldn’t be anymore shocked. The young girl was infected , trying to devour her parents. She was eating into her mothers neck , while the father was already out for the count. Right away your gun went off , but it missed the now infected kid. Your daughter was yelling for you , yelling to get her. Before you could make the perfect shot , the now turned child already got a swipe at your daughter. Fucking finally you were able to land a head shot right through the head of the monster. Briskly , two more shots rang out. You were frozen in your path , weapon dropping in your hand. Before your brain could clock what was going on , your daughter spoke. Her voice was chocked with tears as she held her arm. “Mama... I’m gonna become a monster.” That grabbed your attention as you saw what your idiotic decisions gave you.  Your daughter was bit on her forearm , she couldn't stop crying. “Mama please dont let me become one of them!” She begged you , her frame wrapping around your torso. Cautiously you wrapped your arms around her , this would be your final hug. Your head looked back to your dropped gun , her daughters loud sobbs were muffled into you. You looked down at your baby girl and adjusted your view to look at her.  “Honey lets head outside , I wanna show you something.” The two of you shared a look. Through a begrudging smile you ushered her outside. You took her to a nearby field , entirely empty with no civilization for miles. “Why dont you turn around for me and pick some of the flowers?” You mumbled as you gestured to the small patch of daisies.  One last final look , she looked like she knew what was gonna happen. As she crouched down , she began to grab at the patch of flowers. “I love you baby... I hope you know that.” She turned back , again staring you right down. “I love you too mama.” She replied with a quivering smile. She began to hum as she went back to doing what you asked. Your eyes poured out so much tears , you reloaded your gun with ammo. “Remember our song baby? I want you to sing it as loud as you can.” You felt as if your knees were about to go weak.  She listened and began with more volume , sing that same tune. As the words of “Make your own kind of music” came from her mouth , you counted down mentally. Backwards from three , the noise around you went quiet. Only being able to see what you did. Your daughter fell into the flowers , a gun shot to the back of her head.  You finally fell to the grass , erupting into painful sobbing. You crawled over and cradled her in your arms. Repeating's of “I’m sorry” came from your lips as you rocked back and fourth. You never expected to be so alone , but now you were. You lost the only thing that kept you going in this cold world. You wanted to die with her that day but you couldn’t. A crack from a branch came from out of nowhere. You realized where you were , laying on a large tree. Your eyes opened , meeting the face of Joel Miller. Petrified seeing the state you were in. Bleeding out and gravely injured , you could only meet him with a breath of life and curve of your lips.

                                  **END (part 2 coming soon)**

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☆ munninghams’ massive hellcheer masterpost ☆

well! i promised a big one. here it is :) hopefully people get some use out of this! i devoured a crazy amount of fics in an alarmingly short amount of time and nothing would make me happier than sharing them with u all. :) DISCLAIMER however. i read so manhy fuckin fics lmao. so this is part 1. ladies and theydies and everyone else, without further ado... them.

MULTICHAPS - COMPLETED

put your lips close to mine (as long as they don’t touch) - @percyjacksonfan3 

Here's the thing about Chrissy Cunningham: she actually is the straight laced dependable good girl that everyone thinks she is. 

She's also, until she starts having these weird visions that make her feel like she's going out of her mind, insanely bored.

 Or, alternatively, the fix-it AU where Chrissy doesn't die and she and Eddie try and figure out what the hell is going on with her. And with them. Also, the usual gang is there. Eventually. Because these two need some serious help fighting demons and figuring out that they are not just friends.

this is one of the best fics i’ve ever read. can’t recommend enough! vecna au, it feels ripped straight out of canon. the first hellcheer fic i read and what started the obsession!

someone reaching back for me - @enoughtotemptme

The first time Eddie Munson watches Chrissy Cunningham die isn't the worst. It's the second, because he had thought she was going to live this time.

//

The universe made a cosmic mistake the day Chrissy Cunningham was allowed to die. It set off a chain of events that led to catastrophe, at first local, then global, and eventually interdimensional. It led to the end of all there is, was, and would ever be.

But the universe is rather interested in self-preservation. It couldn’t save itself in the future, but it could save itself then.

If only someone would get it right.

vecna timeloop au. fuckin BANGER of a fic. a little angst, of course, (okay, kind of a lot) but it’s very worth it!!! 

graceland, too. (whatever she wants) - @cunnninghams

“Have you ever thought about anything you want to do before you die?”

“Who said anything about dying? I’m gonna live forever, Cunningham. A modern day Dracula, if you will.”

“… those bats didn’t bite you that hard.”

***

tired of living in fear after helping save hawkins, chrissy decides to make a bucket list. and who better to help cross things off than her unlikely new best friend, eddie munson.

bucketlist au baby! kind of a vecna au? the party defeats him anyway and this takes plce after that. sweet fluffy story (with a hint of angst) and rebel chrissy, which i love. so good ♥

ride the sky - @deathinasmalltown

He tucks his tin lunchbox under his arm, shoves the door open, and stumbles inside—

It’s very obviously not a bathroom, as he gets an eyeful of someone’s pale ass, against white sheets.

“Uh, sorry. My bad,” he mumbles at the two teenagers fucking on the bed.

They’re far too into it to even notice that he barged in on them. Well, he’d argue that the girl might be overselling it, if her exaggerated moans are anything to go by—he’s seen enough porn to know an actress when he sees one…or hears one, more like.

He tries to back out of the room as quickly and quietly as possible, but he yelps in shock at being blocked from leaving. He twists towards the person in his way just as he’s roughly shouldered to the side by a flurry of strawberry blonde hair.

yall. this one is so good lol. eddie is so funny and their chemistry is off the charts. it’s a big fuck jason carver from me! high school au, no vecna.

you really got me now. - @ melodicvinyl

Eddie Munson is not a hero. He’s the first one to admit that, and so even he is surprised when, two weeks into attending Hawkins University, he rescues a cheerleader.

Chrissy Cunningham is finally free of Oakview, Indiana and, most importantly, her mother. She's never felt at home anywhere until she meets a metalhead who lends her his pajamas and walks her home in the morning.

A 1980s College AU.

WOOOO BOY. i don’t even have words for this one. so good. college fluff, no vecna. it’s like chicken soup for the soul. can’t reccomend enough. there’s a sequel that’s incredible.

it’s different for girls - @adelaideelaine

Chrissy Cunningham experiences an unexpected sexual awakening during her senior year of high school.

exactly what it sounds like; chrissy coming to terms with herself and her life. so good. their chemistry in this one is PALPABLE. everything by this author is amazing!!! no vecna au <3

duality - @broomclosetkink

“Holy fuck, did I take acid?” he asks. Because he’s staring at himself in the mirror, but he is Chrissy Cunningham. Her hair is messy from being slept on, her face is bare of make-up, and she’s wearing a soft pink gown nightgown. It has little white flowers on it and a lace ribbon. He can see her nipples through the thin fabric.

“What the fuck,” he whispers. “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck.” Chrissy’s face twists with his expressions, and Chrissy’s mouth forms the words, and Chrissy’s voice is a little hysterical in the big room.

OR

Eddissy Bodswap!AU

MAN y’all this is SUUUCH a good one lmao. i’ll happily read fifty fics with the same premise, but what i love about this one is that i haven’t seen this premise before or since i read this fic. sweet, heartwarming, sexy, and i cried. what more do you need!

tenderness - @adelaideelaine

Eddie Munson is determined to keep his head down and get through his last summer as a counselor at Camp Hawkins Lake (aka Camp Hawk)...until a certain cheerleader-turned-lifeguard catches his eye.

yeah baby! hot and heavy at a summer camp. literally what more can you ask for. no vecna here, just hot wet american summer vibes.

you drew stars around my scars - @em_jaye 

Hellfire Ink,” she repeated, glancing around the still-unsettled front room. “You’re a…tattoo parlor?”

“No,” he shook his head. “We specialize in Satanic calligraphy.”

Chrissy stared at him for a long beat before she snorted and covered her mouth to hide a laugh. Suddenly, Eddie wanted to make her do that again. And again.

THEE hellcheer flower shop/ tattoo parlor au. i reread this hoe and cry all the time. it’s so sweet, the story is so satisfying, and the characters feel like canon even in an au. so good!

of roses and thorns - CaCD

A soulmate AU

In a world where you share all your feelings with someone you most likely will never get to meet, Chrissy is trying at all costs to keep her head above water as she lives a life she has never got to choose for herself.

Enters Eddie, the last person she would have thought could bring happiness into her life. He shows her how to roll a joint, how to take control of her life and, maybe, if she finds the courage to meet him halfway, how to follow the string in her heart all the way to the other end.

Or: Chrissy and Eddie are soulmates, but things are never just that simple

one thing about me is that i love a mf soulmate au. and i’ve never seen two kids that are soulmates more than chrissy and eddie. a really good one.

#eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #hellcheer #grace van dien #joseph quinn #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #fanfic #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #eddissy #eddisy

[blubushie]

how did the trip go blu? :3

FUCK FORGOT THE TRIP REPORT. Ta mate. Fun stuff under the cut, cuz this'll be long.

TRIP REPORT: 19/10/23

10:15am: 1.5g dry P. subaeruginosa. Onset ~11am. Peak ~12pm. Offset starts ~3pm. Trip end ~6pm. Enjoy the ride, mate.

10:59am: Come up starting.

11:21am: Head feels heavy and pressured but not in the headache way. Senses heightened and I can hear everything. Whirring of the laptop fan is really getting on my fucking nerves so that's going off. I'm getting on my phone instead. Starting to make a lot of fucking typos but I'm taking the time to fix them while I still care.

11:40am: Brian feels fast as fuck and I've stopepd arign about typos. Fuck typso I love typos woooo. Feel on top of the wolrd liek I can do anthig and come out on top. I fell like god

11:43am: Synthesisia started. Listnign to banjo musica as requested and watcihng thecolorus while i lie on the floor. My body feels veyr very heavy and thissong makesm e sadbut it's a good song ... The song is Arkansas Farmboy by Glen Campbell and it's eally good ... But it makes me mis soUtback NT

12:01pm: Peak is strgn and feeling fuckign great. But occuring mtom e I should'nt have dne this in the dark becaus the hallucinsaitons are storng. Light form laoptop is keeing the entitiesi away but I'nm sitll scared

1pm: The dopamine keeps climbing. It feels like you-know-what. You know the feeling, mate. I'm now typing slowly and checking for typos as I type so that I'm legible because this will be hard to transcribe later otherwise. Feeling very good as the peak's settled in. Eating leftover fried rice and the taste is very good. I chew and I'm getting little flashes of reddish-brown, like Outback mud but a tint or two darker. I'm not sure if the colour is because of the taste or because of the sound of myself chewing. I'm doing very good but my thoughts are going everywhere all at once. I can't focus on any one thought for longer than a few seconds. It feels like ADHD on hyperdrive. I feel very very smart and like I could solve and problem in the world, like my mind is going so fast that no one could ever keep up with me. It feels like all of me is floating. Body and soul and mind.

3:40pm: Coming out of the trip now. Feeling very good. Had a brief cry during a breakthrough peak and felt like I was floating. A lot of sudden guilt came through with introspection on bad decisions I've made. Came out of it ok to folks in VC talking to me and asking if I was alright. It remedied whatever illness I was feeling. ... According to others, I at one point said that I was "melting" and also told VC that I loved them and that we're all very lucky to have met each other now in the present because we all met each other and got along and were having a "daisy chain of bullying" (but in a good friendship way).

6:45pm: Coming down from the trip. Dopamine tingle is still here. Feeling very affectionate and interconnected with the people around me. I love the world and I love humanity. I love everyone. Body feels like it's starting to come back together at the seams. I still feel like I'm melted and can feel everything touching me like when you're underwater and can feel the water all around you everywhere constantly. It feels a little uncomfortable, like too-tight latex, but manageable now. Also I was at some point convinced I was a fish because I kept forgetting how to breathe, and at the behest of friends this then lead to me checking myself for gills and, when I couldn't find the presence of gills, then coming to the conclusion that I was in fact an amphibian who had to return to the water to breathe through my skin. I am not an amphibian.

6:10am: I wake up from an 8hr sleep after finally going to sleep around 10pm last night. I feel well-rested. Part of me still feels high—a faint "floatiness" that's pleasant, and I didn't have nightmares last night—but a check of my pupils confirms that the high itself has fully passed and I'm just in the aftereffects. As always my dreams were weird, mostly geometric patterns and faint whispering and murmuring, but none of it was distressing. I feel very safe and content and slept on my stomach last night and fell asleep quickly. I'm still feeling very interconnected and like I want to hug everyone on the planet and tell them everything will be ok. There's a piece of god inside everyone and we should love each other for it and it's what the universe wants. And I love everyone.

[END OF REPORT]

#blu whos #🍄

[darl1ngd3ar3st]

2d birthday smut

dom 2d version

contains: idk dom 2d make me go hehejeje 🥰

male reader

2d pinned your wrists above your head gently, grinning. "Wow, hi" You laughed. He chuckled as well. "did you need something, dear?" 2d then looked you in the eyes with a soft smirk. "There was only one problem with today." He said. You panicked for a moment before he spoke again. "you did outstanding with the cake and the presents, but its my birthday, and I want you." He whispered. His expression was a mixture of adoration and lust. With a soft groan, he pushed his lubed cock inside of you. Your breath hitched as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

2d moved his hips at a pace that wasn't alarmingly fast, but he wasn't exactly being gentle. His cheeks flushed red as you moaned into his shoulder, legs wrapped around his waist. He loved the noises you made, and all because of him. Your whimpers and gasps only riled him up more and caused him to move faster.

Everything else was a blur. Your pretty boy just fucked you senseless, the mattress creaking and headboard hitting the wall. His cock rapidly moved in and out and made you cry out in pleasure. 2d suppressed his moans as much as he could, wanting to hear the beautifully lewd sounds coming from your throat.

"I-I wanna make you cum," he groaned. He then stroked your needy cock, trying to match the pace and rhythm of his hips. "Gah-!! c-cumming..." you gasped. 2ds hips jerked sporadically for a moment as he felt cum squirt from his own cock inside of you. He gasped and let out a shaky moan, burying his face in your shoulder as he thrusted a few more times, riding out his orgasm.

Your breathing was shallow and your body felt numb. 2d kissed your forehead gently as he pulled out.

"Happy birthday, 2d." You panted. He smiled softly, happy that you made his special day all the more enjoyable.

WOOOO HAPPY BIRTJDAY 2D

#stuart pot x reader #stuart 2d pot #2d x reader #2d gorillaz #gorillaz #2d x male reader #sub male reader #male reader #stuart pot #stuart pot x male reader

[stardustintheabyss]

MHA SingingSoulmate!au

Harmonies of the Heart series Part 1

Prohero!Kirishima x gn!reader

Your soulmate can hear you sing (and yes some of the boys & y/n are dumb & can't recognize talking voices from your singing voices)

Warnings ⚠️ curse words, they are a staple in my vocabulary idgaf

A/n: WOOOO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOML, MY FAVORITE REDHEAD, THE BRIGHTEST SUNSHINE, MY #1 COMFORT CHARACTER. EIJIROU KIRISHIMA!! damn these 11th hr birthday posts are popping out of me. Is this my best? Probably not but it isss what it issss. I have at least 3 more planned for this series (hopefully I can get them done before an hour until their bds are over 🥲) Also this is my first gn!reader so sorry if they're are any mistakes! 😅

Edited A/N: WHY THE FUCK DID I THINK HIS BD WAS ON THE 10TH AND WORKED MY ASS OFF TO GET IT OUT WHEN I HAD 6 MORE DAYS?! 😭😭😭

It's been about 2 years since you found your gym buddies that turned into friends. You've heard them refer to themselves as the "Bakusquad", how you fell in with a group of pro heros as a workout buddy you'll never know. Not that you're complaining, you love their chaotic energy. Currently you were on the way to your gym to meet them. You were blasting your favorite playlist, Throne by  Bring Me the Horizon had just come on and you started to sing along.

Remember the moment you left me alone and

Broke every promise you ever made

I was an ocean, lost in the open

Nothin' could take the pain away

Suddenly a second voice could be heard in your head. The rough gravelly voice of your soulmate.

So you can throw me to the wolves

Tomorrow I will come back

Leader of the whole pack

Beat me black and blue

Every wound will shape me

Every scar will build my throne...

You smirked. It seemed your soulmate always sang along with you if he knew the song. Which to be fair is why you always played this playlist. He knew most of the songs. The duet came to an end as you pulled into the parking lot but one of your favorite songs came on next. So you did the logical thing and stayed in the car to sing your heart out.

Choke me like you hate me, but you love me

Lowkey wanna date me when you fuck me (uwu)

Touch me with the lights off and my chains on

Baby, I'm not the right one you should wait on...

After your solo you made your way into the gym to meet your friends. "Y/n! You're finally here! You missed it, Kiri nearly died!" Mina and Kami yelled.

"What?!" You shouted. "Is he ok?" Your panic had nothing to do with the teeny tiny crush you had on the red head. He WAS your friend after all.

"Yeah. Bro just choked on his protein drink out of nowhere is all." Sero filled in.

You calmed down and laughed scolding Mina & Kaminari. "Oh. Don't scare me like that jeez!"

Kirishima made his way to your line of sight, a heavy blush covering his cheeks. "Hey its not my fault my soulmate decided to sing something hot—" his rosy cheeks darkened," uh unexpected while I was taking a drink."

"Enough about your dumb love life. Are we going to work out or what." Bakugo grumble. That was all you guys needed to get your asses moving. For the next few hours you rotated on the equipment trying to one up eachother. Everyone had their own that they excelled in. Mina was queen of hip thrusts, Sero ruled anything that had to do with shoulders, Kami would put a wash board to shame with he abs he had, Bakugo was obviously #1 at arms (& everything else if you ask him) and Kiri you swore could damn near dead lift a car. And you apparently had "crush a watermelon thighs" or so Kami & Mina told you.

After the gruesome workout everyone piled into your car to go to your guys favorite post workout cafe. Yours was the only one that could fit all of you. Yes everybody could take their own ride but where's the fun in that. Bakugo always brought his motorcycle, Kirishima his truck, Mina's convertible and Sero and Kami rode skateboards. So you were the designated chauffeur.

Mina shouted, "SHOTGUN!" Seconds before Bakugo.

"YOU RODE SHOTGUN LAST TIME YOU ALIEN!" He yelled.

"Go cry about it." She stuck he tongue out at him as she slipped into the passenger seat. As you were pulling out onto the road Mina started to look for music on your phone. Usually whoever rides passenger uses their own phone but you had already plugged in yours while the group was bickering about who was sitting where. However Mina, your dear friend, liked to snoop through peoples playlists. "Ooh what's 'Favorites that we mostly duet ❤'  Y/n?" She said giving you knowing side eye look while scrolling.

Your face was warm and not just from the workout. "Um, songs I like to sing along to?" She wasn't buying it. "Ok fine. Its mostly songs my soulmate and I sing together." You pouted sheepishly.

"Hmm. Lotta punk/alternative rock & emo music in here. But also some hella good pop bangers. Kiri I see lots of the bands you listen to." Mina observed. She clicked on a song and you heard familiar vocals of Sam Tinnesz.

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

I've got that lightnin' inside me

Son of a God

I'm like a titan that's risin'

Oh, just you watch

I'm steppin' into fate

There is no time to waste

I've got that lightnin' inside me

This is how legends are made...

"Really? Cool, your soulmate has good taste then." You saw that gorgeous smile of his in your rearveiw mirror.

"Your taste in music is ass, Shitty Hair." Bakugo rolled his eyes.

"Hey don't rag on other peoples music tastes dude. We don't say nothin when we listen to your classic rock love ballads." Kami interjected.

Bakugo crossed his arms "Tch. Whatever."

As you made the final turn to your destination a new song played. One that always make you feel like a bad bitch. And Mina shared the sentiment. She screeched, "AH THIS IS MY JAM!"

"BRO ME TOO! IF WE WERENT IN THE CAR I'D DO THE DANCE!" Kami screamed.

"SAME BESTIE!" Mina squealed. Kami & Mina started to sing along.

...I said certified freak, seven days a week

Wet ass pussy, make that pullout game weak, woo! (Ah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass pussy

Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy

Give me everything you got for this wet ass pussy...

You giggled how into they were. Pretty soon Sero was singing also & they were trying to get you to sing as well. You shook your head. You didn't really sing in front of people but you couldn't say no. So you started when your favorite part came up.

...Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes

Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating

Put him on his knees, give him some' to believe in

Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating

In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya

If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeder

Big D stand for big demeanor

I could make ya bust before I ever meet ya

If it don't hang, then he can't bang

You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain

If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?"

When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name, ah...

Finishing the song as you pulled up to the coffee shop you heard Bakugo & Kirishima talking in hushed tones. Kiri's face was flushed & Bakugo had an amused smirk on his face. Everyone got out of the car & as you were about to step into the shop Kiri grabbed your wrist, stirring up the butterflies in your stomach. "Um, hey Y/n can we talk for a sec?" He looked nervous.

"Hey you guys coming or what?" Kami asked.

Bakugo pulled him away by the ear & into the Cafe to me up with Sero & Mina. "Come on Pikachu, give Rock Head  & Y/n a minute."

"Sure, is everything okay?" You asked turned to Kirishima.

"Yeah, it's just," he licked his lips, "maybe it's better if I just show you. Do you mind if we go back in the car? I'm kinda self conscious about it..." You lifted your brow. "It's nothing pervy! I swear!"

You laid a hand hand on his chest and patted, "I know. Your not like that. I was just teasing you." Unlocking and getting in the car you turned to fully face him. "Okay what is it Red." His ears tinged scarlet at the nickname. They always did, you found it adorable.

He fiddled with his fingers."Uh, I hate to keep asking favors but could you close your eyes please?"

"Oh shush." You told him closing your eyes. "It's not a problem."

He released a shakey breath and soon you heard a familiar song. You cocked your head to the side wondering where this was going. Suddenly your favorite sound found your way to your ears. A sound you have only heard in your head previously. A rough gravelly voice that made your knees weak & your heart soar.

...Double bubble disco queen

Headed to the guillotine

Skin as cool as Steve McQueen

Let me be your killer king

It hurts until it stops

Your eyes snapped open. Eijirou Kirishima was your soulmate. You'd been around him for two fucking years & somehow neither of you had realized. You grabbed his clasped hands. His knuckles were white from gripping g them so hard. He wasn't looking at you. He was still singing.

We will love until it's not

I'm a killing spree in white

Eyes like broken Christmas lights

You ducked down a little while tilting his face up with your other hand. Tears were beginning to stream down you cheeks. His eyes widend in panic and he began to try and wipe your tears away. But you had a duet to sing. You smiled warmly at him.

My touch is black and poisonous

And nothing like my punch drunk kiss

I know you need it

Do you feel it

Drink the water

Drink the wine

Eijirou couldn't believe it. His gym crush. His friend. You were really his soulmate. So he did the only thing he knew what to do. He sang with his love.

Oh we gotta turn up the crazy

Livin' like a washed up celebrity

Shooting fireworks like it's the fourth of July

Until we feel all right

Until we feel all right...

By the time the song came to an end your cheeks hurt from smiling. You whispered, "Hey soulmate."

"Hi, soulmate." He whispered back before leaning in slightly. You met him the rest of the way. Your kiss was the softess kiss you've ever had. It was like he was afraid to break you. The grip he had on your waist was gentle but firm. As if you might disappear from him. Breaking the kiss he held his forehead against yours. "So I guess we should probably go in before the squad gets suspicious."

Sighing happily you agreed. "I mean we should go in, I'm starving." After getting out of the car for a second time you grabbed his had, lacing your fingers through his. "But I don't really care if they are suspicious or not." Your friends were looking at the both of you through the window.

"You know what? I don't either." Eijirou said before leaning down to kiss you again. You smiled into the kiss after hearing the outrageous shouting coming from your friends. Eijirou pulled away but barely. "So if I treat you to coffee or whatever you want does this count as a date?" He gave you that dazzling smile.

You chuckled. "If you want it too." You pecked him on the cheek. He grinned back at you all goofy.. "It's a date then!" You couldn't wait for all the duets to be sung together while being able to look into those sparkling ruby eyes. Side by side you made your way in together, your hearts in harmony with eachother.

#mha #my hero academia #kirishima #kirishima ejirou #kirishima x reader #soulmate au #kirishima x gn!reader #it is his birthday #may he get all the manly things and meat #my shark toothed sunshine #my red headed cinnamon roll #i love him a very normal amount #my tiny blog

[thebluestbluewords]

Evie's Horrible No-Good Very Bad Day

Because sometimes *I* want to try writing a VKs-meet-the-heros-fic. The first chunk of my current WIP. Evie-centirc, ~600 words.

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“They’re so nice,” Evie whispers under her breath as she tromps through the mud and slushy ice chunks on the side of the road. “Lovely–fucking people. So kind. So open to everyone. There’s no way they’ll be rude! So lovely, so sweet, so fucking wonderful.” 

She kicks a chunk of ice out of the way. 

“Everyone said they’re just so sweet,” she whispers angrily, blinking back tears. “Such– kind people. Opening their home to me. It’s not their fault. I’m the one who’s too prideful and stupid to accept help.” 

The wind howls a lonely answer, whipping through the trees over Evie’s head like it’s going to whip right down and answer her properly. 

“If I were a real witch,” Evie tells herself, still speaking out loud, because she’s alone in the fucking woods at night, and she’s got to do something to keep her nerves under control, “I would conjure myself a broomstick from all of these branches and fly myself home.” 

Whoo, cheers the wind. Woo, woooo. 

“I think I’m going to learn how to fly when I get home. It can’t be any harder than driving a car, and lots of people learn how to do that. I am a strong and competent woman–” Evie pauses to grit her teeth as a shiver shakes through her body. Gods above, but it’s cold outside tonight. “And I do not have to put up with constantly relying on rides from others. I should be able to come up with my own travel arrangements, and if the school won’t teach me how to drive, I’m going to take it into my own hands! Do you hear that, creepy forest? I’m going to find my own way home!!” 

The trees creak in the wind, heavy with ice and wet. It’s not exactly the resounding noise of support that Evie would have preferred, but it’s better than nothing, and certainly better than a band of criminals jumping out around every corner. It’s not that Evie would ever leave home unprepared for trouble, but she only has space for so many knives in her nicest winter dress, and she’d really prefer not to lose them all in a fight right now. Not that she’s going to have to fight, because this is Auradon and there’s no crime anymore, thanks to the good work of the police force, who round up anyone criminal or evil or interesting. 

Like her. 

Evie’s shakes off the thought. She’s not evil anymore, she’s just independant and goal-directed. The walk is fine. It’s not like Snow’s castle is more than a few miles away from the town of Charmingdale, where there'll be a pay phone that she can use to call for a better ride back to Auradon Prep. And it’s not like she’s wearing designer shoes or anything. She’s totally prepared to walk home. In the rain. In the mud. With her new shoes, which are super cute and fashionable and perfect for meeting her sister in, and totally not perfect for walking home five miles in the pouring rain. 

“I’m not going to get murdered today!” Evie shouts to the trees. “No matter what my step sister thinks of me and my friends!” 

The trees don’t answer. They’re trees, and they might be wet and creepy and possibly magical, but Evie isn’t so cold yet that she’s delusional. She’s not going to get murdered in the woods today, and she’s going to walk herself back to town, and arrive safely before anyone can worry about her, and then never talk to her step sister and her awful husband ever again, no matter what her Auradon friends say about Snow being the nicest, kindest, sweetest person ever. 

Evie is going to get home all on her own, stepsister and icy ground and creepy trees and impending rainstorm be damned.

#my fic #descendants #descendants fic #evie grimhilde

[azelle-intermisson]

july topster

i listened to a lot of music on youtube again this month so not everything is on here so at the end of this post i'm going to put some cool music i found on youtube. also how is kemono ni naritai so high, i only started listening to it yesterday

oops i had a lot of things to say so the rest of my thoughts are below the cut

ambient 2: the plateaux of mirror is an incredible ambient album i love literally every single track off of it. i really need to listen to more harold budd bc he was also on the moon and the melodies with cocteau twins and i loved that album too.first light and among fields of crystals are my favs they make me feel very nostalgic.

listen to hive mind by the internet it is so good. i really love listening to it while i ride my bike. it can be good for listening in the background while you do other stuff but is also really good to just sit down and take in the music. la di da is my fav off the whole album steve lacy fucking killed it on this song i also really love stay the night and next time / humble pie. but if you are reading this please check out the whole album it is so good.

i was listening to a lot of fleetwood mac this month i never really got into them even tho one of my friends recommenced them to me a ton. i really love landslide it makes me cry a lot and rhiannon is a banger.

the persona 3/4 osts are really fucking good i've been playing through the games over the course of the summer and i've been really enjoying them. i've been listening to more of the persona 3 soundtrack bc that is the one i am currently playing through and every song has been a banger but burn my dread, mass destruction and want to be close are my absolute favs. i've already talked about the p4 soundtrack before so i won't go off about it but i really like pursuing my true self and your affection.

NEWW MITSKI WOOOO it's really good i'm so excited for the new album i really wasn't expecting to get anything so soon after laurel hell but i am not complaining.

youtube link time!!

i have listened to this performance a million times everything about it is so amazing. he plays like all of my fav songs from him and i think this is my favorite version of change but honestly every song he plays here is incredible.

katamari soundtrack good :)

this is the performance that got me into radiohead at the start of this year myxomatosis fucks hard

#azelle talking #music recs #music #fleetwood mac #harold budd #brian ino #mitski #the internet #alex g #radiohead #topsters

[sin-sidejob]

WOOOO THAT OPENING LOOKED GOOD! I wonder if Brett will be taking a more serious/in charge role with reagan the way she is. I also wonder how Rand will be able to get away with not following the robes, especially since that's what they explicitly wanted? Choosing Rand really blew up in their faces.. er, masks.

THAT TEASER HAS ME FUCKING SCREAMING

I just??? Okay so I love that the friendship between Reagan and Brett is so supportive and Brett’s really being there for her, as always (we love a consistent ride or die), but I’m not sure if serious is really truly in Bretts Forte. Sure he can be serious but I think he’s just gonna’ be more supportive and stepping up as a best friend for Reagan while she’s literally in one of the shittiest parts of her entire life.

More thoughts below because I GOT SOME ↓

Okay so Rand being hired as a substitute for JR was for someone to lead the company and be a quick replacement. Not to cause problems or change shit up. This is the exact opposite of what Rand has done. He’s turned the whole thing upside down like a lost and found box and dumped all the shit outside into a wet puddle to funkify. He’s set everything ablaze. He gives no shits beyond what his amoral, convoluted, shitshow of a brain wants. And I’m still struggling to understand if he actually thinks he’s doing what’s best for Cognito Inc. or if there’s a lingering presence of him fucking with the company to piss off/fuck over JR.

It just seems that Rand is doing the exact opposite of what the robes, the shadowy elite that run the globe, literal overlords, want and what they ask of him. That’s absolutely grounds for shitcanning the useless fuck. At least in my book. You don’t do your job, get fucked. You don’t do your job, blatantly and disregard direct orders? Bend over buddy, you’re taking it raw. I can’t find a way to make sense of Rand staying in power?

Additionally, I can’t find a way to make sense of him remaining in power. He’s a lone man, without allies, running a company that has no ties to him. No one likes him, supports him, or agrees with him. The entire populace of Cognito Inc. wants him gone. He’s got no family, limited prospects, and a career looming beneath him like sharks in the water. And he’s aching to cut, and it seems like it’s at his own wrists.

But yeah. Shits fucked and not only does Cognito miss soft boss JR, they really fucking need him. Will the council act upon that? Too soon to tell.

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I Really Fucked it Up Good This Time

by snarkysciurus

The prompt was: Cait and Vi wake up with superpowers. They...test it out. On each other. Extra brownie points for *creative* invisibility-power fucking in public. “Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”

Words: 6952, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, Multi

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Vi (Arcane) - Character

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: woooo this was a RIDE, first fic exchange ive done, Smut, Threesome - F/F/F, vi/caitlyn/vi, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Strap-Ons, Hextech (League of Legends), hexstrap, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Anal Fingering, Multiverse, Shimmer (Arcane: League of Legends), Superpowers, Crack, needy bottom caitlyn, Blow Jobs, Praise Kink, Double Penetration, Jealousy, But lighthearted

from AO3 works tagged 'Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)'

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