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reareaotaku · 4 months

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Shut Up, Stu

Summary: Y/n accidentally killed Randy in front of [Stu] Ghostface, catching him off guard and you get away. Everyone thinks it was Ghostface who did it, but you're confronted when Stu accidentally slips that he knows. Characters: Yandere! Stu Macher x Fem! Reader x Yandere! Billy Loomis Tw: Blackmail, Murder, Death, Violence, Horror, Cheating Mentioned Probably going to have to make a Part 2, because there is no way this is complete. I did this months ago... Needed it out of drafts

Your feet slide on the bitter cold tiles; The freezing wet sensation of blood covering in between your toes. You could hear the click of the killer following you, but you couldn't look back. You held a sharp, serrated knife, blood dripping from the tip. You limped your way to an island counter, before pulling yourself together.

The adrenaline was pumping through your veins, which might be why when you heard Ghostface groan your name, you started swinging the knife. You just kept stabbing and stabbing, until the blood soaked your clothes. But you weren't standing over Ghostface. Infact, it was one of your friends, Randy Meeks.

You gasp, covering your mouth and you hear laughing. You look up at the serial killer. You had never thought you could kill someone; Why, you couldn't even kill a spider, even though they scared you.

"I didn't think you had it in you, Y/n," He laughs, as if he's telling a joke.

"It was an accident." You shook your head, "I didn't mean it," You bent over to Randy, putting your hand over his wound, "It was an accident-"

"An accident? An unexpected pregnancy is an accident."

You look down at your hands, which were covered in blood. You were going to have to get rid of your shirt and your pants. Oh god, you couldn't go to prison.... You push past Ghostface, who was much more preoccupied in your [Potential] murder victim than you.

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You were covered in blood as you walked the streets. You heard a honk and looked behind to see a red Mustang that's headlights were bright in your face. You held your body close as the car slowly pulled up to you. It was Billy.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

Your body shook and you couldn't speak. You were still in shock from what you had done. Billy opens the door and motions for you to get in. You looked around, before realizing that maybe it would be better if you went with him instead of the sheriff.

"So?" He tilts his head, but you don't say anything.

What could you say? You had killed Randy?

"You seem shaken up." You feel his hand on your thigh, causing you to finally look at him. "Your blood?"

He stops the car, looking at you. It was dark and the only light was from inside his car.

"No, it's not. I did.... Something bad."

"You? Bad?" He laughs, "Yeah right. Little Miss Perfect Goody Toe Shoes? What'd you do? Accidentally step-"

"I killed Randy Meeks."

His eyes widen and mouth drops, before he slowly nods his head, "Okay.... Um, well- That was unexpected. Where is his body?"

"Stu's house."

"Okay," He taps the wheel, "It'll be fine. Don't worry about it."

"I can't go to jail," You fiddle with your blood-soaked blouse. "I didn't mean to. Jail would kill me. God-"

"It's fine, Y/n. You're not going to jail. Don't worry about it."

"But-"

He grabs your shoulder, "Think of it as a favor."

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"And she just kept stabbing him."

Billy rolls his eyes, pulling on his sleeve. "So, what did you do with the body? He wasn't there."

"Hung him like a Christmas Light."

Billy chuckles, "She was walking the streets, terrified. Why didn't you stop her or something?"

"I was so shocked," Stu jumps on the bed, "I didn't think she could do something like that."

"Anyone can murder if pushed far enough."

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You felt like all eyes were on you. Like everyone knew your dark secret. How could anyone live with such guilt? The guilt of death.

"Damn, what's got you wound up so tight, lil mama?"

You nearly jumped when the voice came out of nowhere, along with an arm swung around you. Stu pulled you in close and you can feel his breath on your neck.

"Nothing. Why would you think something's bothering me?"

"You just seem... on edge."

You turned towards the voice, seeing Sideny now walking by you. You shook your head, "It's fine. I'm fine."

Sidney didn't believe you, but she decided to not question it with everyone else around you.

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Lunch was weird, without Randy having his arm wrapped around you, trying to flirt with you. How could you hurt him? Your mind was filled and you weren't listening to your friends. That was until you felt a hand grab you.

"Are you listening?"

Your eyes widened and you looked down at your hands, "Yeah. Sorry, what were you saying?"

"Randy was killed last night. He was found hanging in Stu's house."

You looked towards Stu, who shrugged, "Imagine my surprise coming home to that," He jokes, kissing Tatum, who pushes him off.

"I was surprised he was dead, but the guy was a jerk. Actually, I thought he was the one behind Ghostface," Tatum fiddles with her purse. "He didn't deserve to die, though."

"Yeah... He didn't," You frown and you could feel Billy's eyes on you, but he wasn't the only one looking at you.

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The end of the day came to soon. You didn't know how anyone could just go on about their day with people being killed.... And Randy. Your gut twisted and you felt the icky feeling growing in your stomach.

A hand grabs you from behind, freaking you out. Before you can scream though, you're bombarded by Stu.

"What the hell, Stu. What's wrong with you."

"Damn, sorry babe. You seem so on edge."

You huff at the nickname. He had a girlfriend and here he was calling you babe. You didn't like it. "I'm not on edge."

"How about you come to my place? Just me and you."

"Your place? Alone?" You let out a muffled chuckle, "Yeah, right. Sounds like a great idea-"

"Great, I'll pick you up at 7."

"Wait what-"

He takes off and you are forced to shove down your concerns and arguments.

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You had thought you would be alone with Stu, but thankfully someone else was there. Unfortunately, it was Billy. You felt like they were staring at you and a part of you wondered if they knew, but they couldn't know... Could they?

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goatcheesecak3 · 6 months

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Could you possibly write something small about a beach date with Rodrick 😍

Rodrick x reader

Sorry this took so long! Me mam tried to sell me to one direction so I was slightly preoccupied 🙄

Anyways enough jibber jabber, here's a lil fluff about a beach date with Rodrick :^)

The heffleys had invited you on a trip to the beach, since you and Rodrick had been together for some time now, it was pretty much routine for you to come along to family events at this point.

You and Rodrick drove in his van separately from everyone else, truth be told, you were relieved. You loved the heffleys but you weren't so keen on the music they played in the car.

"You excited babe?" Rodrick turned to look at you

"Can't wait! I was looking up the beach on Google, there's quite a few rock pools so we might see some cool sealife!"

Rodrick's face lit up at this

"Like a crab?!" He asked

"Yes honey, like a crab" you smiled at your easily amused boyfriend.

"Awesome. I fucking love crabs" he said.

Upon arrival Susan and Frank were happy to see the pair of you, they both approached to greet you, when seemingly out of nowhere Greg appeared, flinging his arms around you.

"Hey lil dude! Nice to see you" You beamed down at him

"Great to see you too! I've got all the stuff set up!" He replied excitedly

You were confused for a second, before looking just past him and seeing an abundance of different sized buckets and spades. You finally remembered, last time you'd seen the Heffleys you'd promised Greg you'd be on his team against Rodrick for a sandcastle building competition.

"Rodrick I love you, but you are so going down" you said, playfully poking him in the ribs before running off to the equipment with Greg.

"Hey no fair! You guys don't get a head start!" He called after the two of you.

The sandcastle competition was definitely pretty tense, you and Greg had opted for a "bigger = better" strategy, and had come up with a 3 storey castle.

Rodrick's, while much smaller, was more detail oriented. He'd decorated it with little stones, and even carved out little battlements.

When the time was up, the three of you went to get Susan and Frank to judge, but when you'd returned only one castle was left. It would appear that Manny had decided that Rodrick's Castle was the perfect race course for one of his toy trucks, and in the few seconds you were all gone, he'd reduced it to rubble.

"Ha! We won!" Greg jeered.

You looked at Rodrick, who seemed genuinely disappointed.

"Aw baby," you stroked his arm, "I think your castle was Manny's favourite at least"

He smiled slightly at this, but still seemed slightly miffed that all his hard work was ruined.

Never mind, you knew exactly how to cheer him up

"How about we go check out those rock pools?" You asked.

Rodrick grinned excitedly, immediately forgetting about the sand castle, "oh yeah! I hope we see something cool!" He beamed, grabbing your hand and eagerly pulling you in the direction of the rocks.

You carefully climbed onto the glistening wet rocks, made just that bit more treacherous by the odd bit of seaweed and sharp barnacles. You held onto Rodrick tightly, fearing that his clumsy self would slip and accidentally keelhaul himself.

(A/n if you don't know what keelhaulling is, look it up at your own risk. It's pretty gnarly).

"What are those things?" Rodrick asked curiously, pointing towards tufts of purple sticking out from the sides of the rock pools.

"Sea anemones! Be really gentle and touch them, see what happens" you encouraged him.

Rodrick looked slightly nervous, but he trusted you. He dipped his finger into the shallow water and felt the tiny tentacles grip his finger. He giggled high pitch and very amused, before pulling his hand away and shaking it dry.

"It was like, sticky?" He said

You laughed at his reaction, he was adorable when he was confused.

"That was it trying to eat you! It thought your finger was a little fish!"

"Really?!"

"Mhm"

"That's so funny," he bent down to look at the anemone, "you're no match for me little bro" he said cockily.

You were unsure as to whether he was joking, or if he was genuinely proud of not being eaten by a gelatinous blob the size of a penny. Probably the latter, knowing Rodrick, but either way you find it endearing.

You spent quite a while trapesing around the rock pools, Rodrick seemingly fascinated by everything- particularly the little clusters of sea snails. He likened their pointy shells to his studded bracelet, affectionately giving them the title of "most metal animal he'd seen all day". His day was made, however, when you called him over to a tiny pool right at the edge of the rocks.

"Baby, come quick!"

He rushed over, abandoning the clump of seaweed he'd been popping like bubblewrap, and turned his attention towards what you'd been pointing at.

There, nestled inbetween a few tufts of seaweed, sat the tiniest little crab, it's body not much bigger than the tip of a pinky finger. As Rodrick kneeled down to get a closer look, his face was graced with a wide, goofy smile. He looked between you and the crab for a few seconds, before blurting out "it's a little baby!", his voice high and girlish.

You let out a chuckle at this, watching your boyfriend's eyes grow in amazement and glee at the sight of such a small crab. His attention was fixed to it for as long as it sat there, until the crab must have decided that staring back at the squealing Rodrick had become tedious, and scuttled away under some pebbles.

Rodrick finally stood once again, and reached out to hold your hands.

"That was so cool," he said, his eyes twinkling and his smile somehow even more loveable than ever.

"You're so cute," you replied, unable to contain your adoration any longer. You placed your arms over his shoulders, while instinctively, Rodrick held your waist.

You leaned in and planted a delicate kiss on his lips. Sometimes it was hard to remember he was a hardcore punk guy with a big beat up van, and an affinity for moshing. At times like this, all you saw was an innocent, precious sweetheart. You just wanted to hold his face and pepper it with gentle kisses, while showering him with compliments like "my handsome boy," and "you're the cutest thing in the whole world". You probably would later, but not right now. He'd never live it down if his family saw him being such a big softie.

You allowed yourself to get lost in his big brown eyes for a moment longer, before you heard Frank calling the two of you to come and get some food.

I love you, you thought to yourself as Rodrick carefully guided you down the rocks. As if he could read your mind, he threw an arm round your shoulder and whispered in your ear

"I love you, y/n"

A/n requests are open! I write hcs and short fics for a couple characters, check my pinned post for details! :^)

(Pls request something I need ideas lol)

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toomuchracket · 1 year

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the birthday party

(yo. first fic! a lil friends to lovers for the "write what you want week" trope night, hosted by @imightgetbetter! probably too long, probably a bit shit, but we move. the pic of matty below is what he looks like in my mind for this fic lol. enjoy!)

your heels crack off the concrete ground like peals of thunder as you run up the steps at the train station. the restaurant is just up the street, the strings of fairy lights in its window an oasis in the darkness of the february evening. you pause for a beat, shifting the strap of your bag further onto your shoulder and tightening your grip around the bouquet of yellow and orange tulips in your left hand, then continue your sprint towards the twinkling windows.

a red light at a pedestrian crossing hinders you for a few aching minutes. you slip your phone from your coat pocket and scan the screen to pass the time. your friends have replied to the message you sent to the groupchat berating your delayed train; it's cool, don't worry, these things happen, we'll order you a drink for you getting here. after heart-reacting as many messages as your freezing fingers will allow, you send another. off train, will be there in 2 mins x

green again. still clutching both your phone and the flowers, you run the final stretch of pavement, slowing as you near your finish line. the birthday girl is waiting at the door of the restaurant, her bare arms folded against her sequinned chest. her lips arch into a smile as you approach, panting slightly, and she opens her arms for a hug. you manoeuvre into it as best you can with your own upper limbs preoccupied, and speak into her shoulder: "thank you for coming out to meet me. i'm so sorry i'm late." you pull away from her hold, offering her the flowers. "happy birthday, bitch."

birthday girl's smile grows even wider, radiant, genuinely touched. "thanks, angel, you really shouldn't have," she says, taking the bouquet from you and inhaling the scent. "and don't worry at all about being late - we're all just happy you could make it. some more than others, i think."

her smile shifts slightly with the last sentence, into something more... knowing. you raise an eyebrow. "what's your point, exactly?"

"oh, nothing," she shrugs. before you can protest, she smoothes a bit of hair on the side of your head and interlinks her arm with your own. "you look beautiful, by the way. let's head in."

you let her lead the way through the semi-crowded restaurant to the table of your friends. a cheer goes up as they spot you, which makes you blush. birthday girl's fiance stands up to hug you and take your coat. "we saved you a seat up the end there," he says, with a slight incline of his head to the other end of the long table. "next to-"

matty.

you turn to the birthday girl, who simply smiles saccharinely at you, before she nudges you to the end of the table and a set of sparkly brown eyes. one of them closes in a wink as you approach, while the man they belong to slowly rises from his seat. your heart flutters involuntarily, and your greeting comes out as a whisper. "hiya."

"hi, darlin'," comes the reply, as he pulls you into a quick hug. you quickly inhale his scent, a strong mix of tobacco and aftershave, undercut with a hint of the weed he enjoys smoking so much; a scent so sorely him that even the slightest hint of it makes your knees tremble and heart race. here, now, breathing it in in its purest form, you think you might pass out if he wasn't holding you. "it's good to see you again. s'been too long."

"yeah," you inhale softly. you break the embrace, and trail your hands gently down to hold his own larger ones, calloused from years of guitar playing. he rubs his thumbs softly over the back of your hands as you take in his lithe, black-suited body and the mop of dark curls atop his (perfect) head. "you look lovely. really well."

matty's cheeks flush slightly, lifting into a smile uncharacteristically bashful for a rockstar of his calibre. "you flatter me too much, sweetheart. and you look beautiful."

you can feel your cheeks redden as you giggle awkwardly. "the birthday girl said the same thing."

"and for once in her life, she's right," matty replies, placing a hand on the small of your back - a gesture that makes your stomach muscles twitch into tension - and guiding you into the seat next to his. he keeps one of his hands on yours, though, even as you both sit down. "not like the time she got really into french new wave shit and tried to convince us all that cycling across paris on a saturday in july was a good idea."

the memory makes you chuckle. "no, the two of us were right that day. find a quiet restaurant, sit outside drinking for five straight hours, and laugh when everyone else shows up grumpy and sore."

"that was my favourite day of the whole holiday," matty says, almost dreamily, resting his elbow on the table and his face on his hand. "you and i weren't close until then, not really. was nice to just sit and open up to each other. i love doing that with you."

"i know exactly what you mean," you reply, glowing at his words. "getting little glimpses into your brain is my favourite thing."

matty's face changes slightly as you finish talking, the expression something you can't quite describe. the air in the room feels heavier now, as if your honest words are lingering and weighing it down; you try to blow them away by continuing to speak. "and that wine we had was fucking wonderful, too!"

the brown eyes fixed on your own restart their twinkling, as matty slides a stemless glass of burgundy liquid to you. it's identical to the one in front of him, albeit fuller. "speaking of..."

you gasp. "no fucking way."

matty winks at you, smirking - a deadly combination to your heart - clearly proud of himself. as he clinks his glass against yours in a silent cheers, though, his bravado disappears, replaced by something almost resembling tenderness. "i remember you saying it was the best drink you'd ever had. every wine list i read, i look for it. here's the first place outside of paris that they've actually had it."

jesus.

you take a sip of the wine first, to taste, then go back in for a longer drink. it's good, better than you remember, so good that your eyes close involuntarily in pleasure as the fruity smoothness makes its way further down your body, leaving a trail of warmth behind. when you reopen them, matty is still looking at you softly, pretty lips curved into a slight smile. it's the most tender moment you've experienced in a long time, and you don't want to ruin it by talking.

instead, you put down your glass and shuffle your chair as close as you can to his, pointedly ignoring the shiver that dances across your skin as your thigh meets his own, and pull him into another hug. this one is longer, slower, closer - your arms rest on his shoulders, his settle around your waist. with your face in such close proximity to his neck, his scent - already ruinous to you - is inescapable; it consumes you, fills your airwaves and clouds your brain until all you can think is matty, matty, matty. before you lose all sense of coherent thought to him, you murmur a "thank you" into his shoulder, and you swear his arms tighten slightly around you. you stay entwined for a bit longer, neither of you willing to be the one to break the hold. it's only when you hear an "oi! lovebirds! can we order now, please?" from further down the table that you both reluctantly pull apart, smiling sweetly at each other.

the dinner passes without incident, aside from the birthday girl breaking a lightbulb as she over-enthusiastically opens a bottle of champagne. you talk to matty, about his music and your writing and your families and new hobbies and the shit tv you've been watching, and also to the rest of your friends. it's a lovely night, so lovely that nobody really wants to go home after the plates have been cleared and the bill has been paid - when someone suggests continuing the evening in a bar down the street, the response is a unanimous "yes".

so you go, you continue your conversations and your drinking, although the bar doesn't have the french wine you and matty drank a bottle of together earlier, much to your disappointment. you even dance, with your girls, to the overly-bass-heavy songs blasting through speakers hidden everywhere in the dimly lit room. it's fun, absolutely, but you find yourself distracted, eyes constantly flicking to matty. he's so beautiful, standing at the bar laughing with the boys and absent-mindedly toying with his hair, that it makes your heart ache. when he pulls a lighter out of his pocket and makes a beeline for the back door, you're compelled by some supernatural force to follow him, shouting excuses about wanting fresh air across the music to your friends.

a quiet curse leaves your lips as you step coatless into the crisp winter night. at the noise, matty looks up from his phone with a furrowed brow, cigarette between his lips. when he sees it's you walking towards him, he takes the cig between his fingers and exhales the smoke far more attractively than should be allowed. "y'alright, darlin'?"

"mm-hmm," you reply, leaning opposite him against the wall. "just needed some air, is all. but i'll gladly bum a cig off you, if you're offering."

matty rolls his eyes. "not this shit again, sweetheart. s'not good for you. i don't want you adopting my bad habits, do i?"

you pout sweetly and bat your lashes. "please? just one?"

matty looks at you for a second, taking a long drag of the cig as if to taunt you, before he sighs. "listen," he starts. "if you're that desperate for a nicotine hit, i'll shotgun you. just this once, yeah? don't need you ruining your pretty lungs with these things."

"deal."

matty sighs again, but takes another long drag and leans down to your level, placing his hands on the wall beside your head. "open up, then."

ignoring the way your stomach jumps at his command, you part your lips as he exhales, taking all the smoke leaving his mouth into your own. neither of you move once it's done, though; you still lean casually against the brick wall, flanked by matty's hands, both of you breathing heavily, lips mere inches apart. matty's gaze flicks to your lips and back to your eyes, and then it happens.

you're kissing.

it starts sweetly, lips on lips and nothing more, but the wine from earlier emboldens you - daringly, you swipe the tip of your tongue oh so gently over matty's bottom lip. his breath hitches, and something within him just shifts. the cigarette is flung to the ground, forgotten, and his hands come up to hold your jaw as his tongue finds its way into your mouth. as you continue to make out, your hands clutch at the lapels of his suit jacket - whether to hold yourself upright or just to keep him close to you, you have no idea. all you know is that you're finally kissing matty, and you don't want it to stop.

eventually, though, the human requirement for oxygen means that it must. it's matty who pulls away from you first, although he looks physically pained to be doing so. his hands remain on your jaw, thumbs gently caressing your cheeks as he breathes heavily, adoration in those sparkling brown eyes of his. "you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that," he pants, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "fucking hell, sweetheart."

panting just as much as matty, you smooth down his lapels and smile sweetly at him. "well, for me, it's been... wait, how many years has it been since we first drank that wine in paris?"

matty's eyes widen slightly. he giggles - the sweetest sound you think you've ever heard - and pulls you in for another kiss; still as passionate, but more tender than the first, with an underlying gravitas that makes your heart feel funny. this time, when he pulls away, he looks... nervous. "look, this might be too forward, and you can absolutely say no and it'll be fine. but i wanna ask you" he begins, his hands trailing down your sides and coming to rest on your hips, eyes boring into your own. "would you like to come home with me tonight? i would love it if you do."

you've never been more sure of an affirmative decision in your life.

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humanpurposes · 2 months

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(Teaser) It Will Come Back

Chapter 3, Broken Bonds

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

A/n: I feel bad that it's been forever since this series had an update, and I'm just feeling silly today so I thought I'd share a lil something of what I've been working on (to hopefully motivate me to finish the chapter lmao).

Now…

The heat is relentless this summer. Light bleeds through the ancient stained glass windows of the Red Keep in beams of red, green, blue and gold, only to be lost to the dark wood floors, furniture and panelled walls. It is Aemond’s least favourite time of year, when the weather makes him irritable and the harsh light gives him a headache, when business tends to be busy and everyone is preoccupied with holidays and garden parties. He’s less inclined to distract himself with frivolity.

His sleeves are rolled up, his long silver hair pulled into a ponytail, sweat starting to pool underneath the eyepatch over the left side of his face. He’s leaning over Aegon, one hand on the back of his chair, staring down at his laptop and they check over some details for next week’s event.

It’s not often Aemond finds himself in his brother’s office. Technically Aegon is his superior, ‘deputy operations manager’ according to the golden plaque on the door. This is more of a courtesy title because he couldn’t get a respectable job anywhere else, and it would be far worse for their father’s image to have a layabout son.

That’s the funny thing about the family business. It’s no secret that Viserys Targaryen didn’t want his sons involved in Dragon Bank, but his influence is not as all encompassing as he would like to believe, not since the Hightowers got a foot in the door thirty or so years ago… then another… then another. Viserys can make his demands and shout when he’s angry enough, but there is one truth he cannot deny; he needs them. He needs Otto. He needs Alicent. He needs Helaena and Daeron to stay perfect. He needs Aegon to not be a fuck up and that’s enough. And he needs Aemond because he’s good at his job. No one has an eye for detail like him, no one can make sense out of figures or persuade clients and investors like he can.

Why their grandfather wants him to look over PR and marketing nonsense is understandable, but irritating nonetheless.

Their father has been planninging this event for years, Dragon Bank’s fifth centenary gala, with all the pomp and grandeur of a bygone era, held at their ancestral seat of Dragonstone Castle, just outside the city. Five hundred years since one of their ancestors forged a throne for himself in King’s Landing, building an empire that still has most of the country under their family’s thumb. Viserys intends to use the occasion as a reminder to every individual and family in Westeros who thinks they are even slightly important that they cannot compare to the might of the Targaryens.

There can be no oversights. Everything has to be perfect.

His eye scans over the diagram on the screen, circles surrounded boxes with names; the seating plan in the main ballroom. Then a name catches his eye and it makes his heart stop. He doesn’t want to believe what he sees but there it is on the screen, in Times New fucking Roman: Jaya Velaryon.

He’s hardly heard that name, read it, or heard it in six years. He can already feel a dull ache creeping into his skull, which he knows will catch like kindling and soon become a burning, blinding pain behind his eyes and in the crevices of his scar.

Aegon, completely oblivious, huffs a little laugh to himself. “Shit, yeah, I meant to say there was an update with the seating. So this could turn out to be quite interesting– fuck, are you alright?”

“Fine!” Aemond snaps, staggering back from the chair. His head feels like it’s been run through with a knife and his fingers fumble to get his eyepatch off. “Fine– fuck! I’m fine.”

“Sit,” Aegon orders, quickly standing and guiding Aemond over to one of the leather sofas on the other side of the room, where the sunlight isn’t so direct.

The pain is often like this, striking suddenly, spreading quickly like a forest fire, eating away at him like a disease, and he has no choice but to endure it.

He feels the eyepatch slip from his face before something cold presses against the worst of his scar. He reaches up to clasp his hands around it: a glass water bottle, one Aegon is holding. His brother is useless most of the time but he does have his moments.

“Fuck it’s all red,” Aegon mutters. “Have you got meds with you?”

When Aemond opens his mouth to speak his jaw is trembling. “Office,” he says, gritting his teeth together, trying to control his breath and the extent of the pain. “It’s in the office.” He can see where the packet is in the first draw under his desk.

“I can go and grab some–”

“No,” Aemond says, grabbing Aegon’s arm so he won’t move.

He can handle this. Every time this kind of pain flares up he thinks of how much it hurt that night, how terrified he was as he felt the blood gushing from the gash in his eye, slipping through his fingers. The pain had been so great he thought it might kill him. If he can get through that night, the first few hours in the hospital, the months of recovery or the years since, then he can get through a fucking headache.

He closes his eye and breathes in counts of three. In through the nose, hold, and out. Between that and the bottle against his face the pain starts to feel a little duller and the room doesn’t feel so close.

“Is it… you know,”

Did seeing Jaya’s name shock him so severely that his body went into meltdown? Is his heart still pounding in his chest at the thought of reading her name and the possibility of seeing her again?

Aemond exhales irritably against the back of his throat, defeated, but always stubborn.

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heejayy · 1 year

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Shuri U. || Liar

Warning • swearing, suggestive

Genre • lil angst, fluff

Pairing • Shuri x black Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

A/n: no this isn’t a toxic Shuri fic I’m not good at writing those so don’t get ur hopes up 😭 also I think i broke my tumblr 🫤

You lay on your bed completely heartbroken. Shuri promised you months ago she’d clear her schedule for a full weekend to come visit you on your birthday, but where is she no where to be seen.

[2 hours ago]

“Sooo” you giggled giddily “you still coming for my birthday?” You smile wider knowing the answer.

“Uh about that usana…I can’t make it, there was an emergency outside of the borders with traffickers and they need me.” Well that wasn’t the answer you were hoping to hear.

“Oh- well are they alright?” You asked sadly but still concerned for their wellbeing.

“They will be. We’ve tracked down the hostages and we will rescue them tonight”

“Well I know you’ll get them home safely, but still I want you to stay safe-“

“Ok sthandwa i have to go love you.”

She’s gsaving lives doing something important and I’m moping over her, was all you could think as you drifted to sleep.

You woke up exhausted feeling like absolute shit, your eyes were red and swollen and your head ached from crying yourself to sleep but hey it’s not a birthday if you don’t cry at least once.

You checked your phone noticing you slept in late- really late. Your eyes flickered to the date reminding you it was your birthday, the big two-one. You wish you were more excited but you weren’t. You were going to cut class and work to hang out with Shuri but oh wait she wasn’t here.

You lazily put together a decent outfit for the day and finished your morning routine even though it was evening time.

As your mind was preoccupied with other things you walked right out of your dorm room down the hall completely missing Riri.

“Damn I was gonna tell you happy birthday but you act like you didn’t even see me” startled you shook your head turning around.

“Ah shit my bad my mind was elsewhere” she frowned, you guessed she knew.

“Yeah she told me she wasn’t gonna make it I’m sorry boo” you waved her off sighing.

“It’s ‘ight” she nodded taking a second to observe your outfit.

“The fuck are you wearing? It’s your birthday not a damn funeral” she said wearing a disgusted look as she stared at you. You frowned looking down at your outfit, you had on black flared leggings, a black long sleeve shirt with red and black vans.

“What I’m just going to class?!” You whined slightly offended. I might as well try to make it to my last class you thought.

“What the hell?! CLASS?! Y/n we’re going out…like now so go change” she spun you around by your shoulders pushing you to your dorm room.

“But what’s the point of going out? My plans are ruined” you sulked stomping down trying to stop her.

“Just because your lover girl isn’t here” she spoke between grunts trying to get you to budge “doesn’t mean you’re having a shitty birthday. No ma’am not on my watch.”

“Ooh yup I like this one- oh yes this one and…oh that’ll look absolutely amazing together!” You sat on the floor picking at your fur rug watching Riri put together your birthday outfit. As much as you appreciated this you still couldn’t bring yourself to celebrate without your girl.

“Come on y/n/n stand up get ready we don’t have all day!” She yanked you up by your arm throwing a bunch of clothes you forgot you had into your arms.

“Ok so I paired that white body con mini dress you had with that beige coat along with those white thigh high boots… oh my-“ she took a pause placing her hand on her chest pretending to cry “you’re gonna look so fucking good” You rolled your eyes slightly laughing at her being dramatic. As you watched her wonder around your room looking for other accessories a concerning thought popped into your head.

“Ri how’d you even get into this building- wait let alone this campus there are no visitors allowed?” she peered at you puckering her lips.

“I might’ve hacked the security system- but it was only to see my favorite girl for her birthday don’t judge me” She rolled her eyes turning back around to finish finding accessories.

While Riri was in her own little world singing, you stared out the window watching all the street lights blends together.

“Oh my god are you gonna wear that long face all night? Y/n cheer up you’re twenty one you’re finally allowed to drink!” You shook her head at her liveliness.

“I don’t drink” your comment was met with a drawn out ‘Lame’ from her.

She swerved into the parking lot behind a moving line of cars out of curiosity your peered out the window reading the bright lit sign.

“Nobu?! NOBU?! Riri we’re two broke college students you think we can afford Nobu?” She rolled her eyes “just get out” You huffed following her lead as she gave her keys to the valet.

She strutted up to the lady behind the reservation desk “excuse me we’re with Ms. Udaku” the hostess nodded smiling “right this way ma’am”

You followed behind them thinking you’ve lost your entire mind, did she say Udaku? Like Shuri Udaku? My Shuri?!

Your questions were quickly answered when you came to a secluded area of the restaurant, and there waited Shuri sitting with a smirk in her face.

“Surprise!” Riri grinned giving you a big hug, you were so out of it you barely hugged her back.

“Wha- I- Shuri!” Shuri’s smiled grew wider as she stood to greet you. “Sthandwa you’d think I’d truly miss your birthday?” She brought you into a tight loving hug. You missed her hugs, so warm, they felt like home. You wrapped your arms around her loving the feeling of being in her arms again. As she pulled away you caught a scent of her perfume, god you could sniff her all day. She smelled like heaven.

“You know I absolutely hate you guys I can’t believe you lied to me” they both shrugged giggling evilly.

“I can’t lie though Shuri, it was hard I almost gave in a few times I mean she was just so hurt” Shuri pouted at Riri’s confession.

“Awe my usana” Shuri cooed pecking your lips, that peck turned into a full kiss and then Shuri found her hand creeping up your thigh.

“Well that’s my cue love birds, I’ll see you at the hotel we can gift give there. Also thanks for the dinner Shuri” Riri said scurrying away before Shuri could say you’re welcome. You giggled watching her leave, but Shuri gently grabbed your chin bringing your attention back to her.

“Don’t look at other women you’ll make me jealous” she gazed at you with sultry eyes as her thumb grazed your bottom lip. You rolled your eyes not even bothering to fight back a flustered smile.

“Don’t think you’re in my good graces cutie, your sweet words and this tennis bracelet isn’t gonna cut it” you said referring to the gift she gave you when you first arrived. Although you couldn’t lie it was beautiful, it was a vine tennis bracelet from Tiffany and Co. and you were positive it costs a pretty penny.

Shuri tilted her head fake pouting “maybe this’ll make up for it?” you felt her place her slide closer up your thigh, the more it crept closer to your heat the wetter you became. You could feel it soaking through your thin panties you wore. “God you look so sexy tonight” she whispered near your ear sending chills down your back. You haven’t seen her in so long you almost forgot how her touch affected you. As your lips were inches apart, you could feel her breath hitting yours and the more you leaned in the more she pulled away. What a tease.

“Would you like dessert to go?” You snatched back looking up at the waitress. She wore a small smirk holding a tray as she piled your dishes on. You blinked rapidly feeling your entire body heat up with embarrassment, damn you forgot where your were.

“Yes please” Shuri calmly answered as if nothing happened. The waitress gave a smile nodding “I won’t take too long.” She winked leaving.

“Oh I so hate you” you muttered still flustered from her.

She chuckled “No you don’t.”

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munsonslilbunnie · 2 years

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missin' out. | eddie munson x reader |

mini-series: pt. i (you're here)| pt. ii

summary: after a failed 'talking stage' with steve "the hair" harrington, you find yourself in a little slump - before a certain someone pulls you out of it and shows you how it's like to be truly desired.

pairing: eddie munson x plus-size!fem!reader | past!steve harrington x plus-size!fem!reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings/cw/tw: body-image issues. insecurities. comparing yourself to other fem!characters. y/n is shorter than most. steve is a bit of a meanie, but that’s just for the sake of the plot lol.

a/n: aaaa you guys have no idea how grateful i am for the response i received from my first post here 🥺 most of what i post on here will prob be fics but i might post lil blurbs here and there! if you have a plot bunny or idea you want me to try and write, pls don't hesitate to request it! i'll try my best to fulfill it <3 anyways, i hope you enjoy this bbs! no beta so all mistakes are mine. p.s. – should i make this into a mini-series? would y'all be interested in it? c:

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“hey, uh, (y/n)..”

a soft hum came from your lips as you pressed your landline against your ear, listening to steve’s soothing voice over the receiver, “yeah, what’s up, steve? is everything okay?” you asked softly, twirling the cord around your finger as you pressed your back against the wall, waiting for the man to continue speaking.

it was weird, to say the least – that you’re talking to the steve harrington. it has barely been two months since that day you stepped into the family video store, waving your hand towards robin, who was quick to shoot back a smile and a wave, motioning you to the new releases at the time. you weren’t expecting anything that day – you came in wearing a simple white tee that ended just below your belly button and a pair of old baggy jeans, with white, beat-up sneakers. you weren’t coming here to impress – you just needed a new movie or two to watch that weekend and you were out of there. your pajamas were waiting for you at home – along with your favorite popcorn and snacks. while you were roaming around the ‘new releases’ section, you had – quite literally – bumped into steve ‘the hair’ harrington, making him drop a couple of vhs tapes that he had in his hands.

god, you can even remember the way your face had gone completely red as you bent down to gather the vhs tapes for him, muttering apology after apology to the man. you were honestly a bit terrified that he was going to be pissed at you when you didn’t hear any movement from above. you had looked up at the last second, cheeks flushed and brows drawn up as you were getting ready to spew another line of apologies to the man. yeah, you might have had a crush on him back when he was in school, but, uh, he never gave you the time of day, considering your social groups never mingled, and honestly, he was too preoccupied with nancy. but – the look on steve’s face was definitely – not one that you expected. he had looked so cute with those flushed cheeks and wide eyes as he ogled down at you. he didn’t seem like he knew just – where – to look at. he had gone from your eyes, down to your lips, probably down to your shirt, if you wanted to think that way. yeah, steve harrington truly did notice you that day – for the first time ever.

from that moment forward, you were suddenly hanging out at the video store every other day after school, something that steve seemed to enjoy. before you knew it, he was asking you out on weekly dates – whether to a pretty little restaurant a town over from hawkins, on a stroll around the park, or even to his place to watch all of the new releases that you had been itching to watch.

you guys weren’t necessarily dating – not yet, anyway. you were hoping that on this date tonight he would finally ask you – to finally put a label on whatever it was that you two were doing. you two already acted like a couple, so why not just go ahead and put a label on it? you held hands, you hugged, you cuddled, you kissed – heck, you knew yourself better than anyone else on this planet and you knew that you were even ready to give him your all. you were definitely ready to go all the way with steve, but you just – wanted to have a label before you exposed yourself in that way to him.

of course, though, you had your own insecurities that might have been weighing you down these past couple of days. you weren’t like – his past girlfriends, more specifically, like nancy wheeler. you knew you were far different from the girls he normally dated. all of them had been thin, petite. small in a way he could easily wrap his arms around them and have space left over (something that you picked up on early into the ‘relationship’ between you and steve – maybe it was all in your mind, but sometimes it just felt like he could barely wrap his arms around you and have his hands actually touch). you knew you weren’t exactly the smallest girl steve had ever been with – your thighs touched and rubbed against each other when you walked, your arms had a bit of a jiggle to them, your breasts were a little on the small side and it just made your tummy stick out more and look bigger than it actually was. you’ve always had your own insecurities, something that some of the mean girls in school liked to remind you of in the hallways, but you typically didn’t let it bother you. you knew you weren’t like the other girls and that was okay to you. you didn’t want to be like them. you were (y/n). that was good enough for you. and you had clearly assumed that steve wasn’t the type of guy to care about that either – something that you relished in because it’s not like you had a line of people who wanted to date you. you were always the secret. the one people didn’t want others to find out they were dating. it was a nice change – to be involved with someone who took you out to public and made it known that there was something more happening between you two. it was nice. really nice.

its been a few moments already and steve still hasn’t answered your question.

“steve? you still there?” you ask softly into the phone, a confused tone in your voice. it wasn’t really like him to just – stay silent. especially considering he was the one who called you in the first place when you should be getting into the shower to get ready for your date tonight with him. “everything okay?”

“(y/n), look, i’m really sorry, but i don’t think this is gonna work out between us…” came a sigh from the other side of the phone.

it was like you suddenly forgot how to breathe.

“what? what do you mean ‘not gonna work out’?” you managed to choke out, your heart beating harshly against your chest as your brain tried to make sense of the situation at hand. everything was going so well. what changed? the dates went well. you hung out a lot – sure, it’s been less lately, but that was just because you needed to study for final exams and such, and he knew that – steve knew that and he was okay with it. you were so thrown out of the loop, you almost missed his next words.

“ – it’s not you, it’s me, ya know? you’re a great girl, i enjoyed my time with you, believe me! you’re awesome, (y/n), i just… uh, i just don’t think i’m ready for anything as of right now. ya know, busy with work and stuff,” he replied back to your question. you could practically feel the cringe from the other side of the call when you heard him curse softly under his breath, “i’m sorry, man. i truly am. it’s just… not gonna work out, right now. maybe later, just not… now.”

everything felt so wrong. it was wrong. it didn’t feel right. not anymore. maybe it never did. maybe it was stupid, getting your hopes up that such a gorgeous guy like steve would ever be interested in a girl like you. why should you be so surprised, when he had only ever gone out with girls like nancy wheeler? gosh, how pathetic. how pathetic to think this would have ended any differently than the others.

“it’s… fine. it’s fine, steve. yeah, yeah. totally fine. i’ll see you around. bye.”

“wait, (y/n) –”

click.

you hung the phone back up, letting the cord fall from your fingers. you stared blankly into the space, slowly letting yourself slide down the wall until you were flat on your bottom, legs stretched out in front of you as your hands laid on your thighs.

you let your head tip back, letting it hit the wall softly as wavering eyes stared up at the ceiling.

another one bites the dust, i guess, you thought bitterly to yourself, trying so hard not to cry. but the familiar burning sensation started in your eyes first – soon finding itself in the back of your throat. a pitiful whimper left your trembling lips – it started off slow, soft. a whimper, which soon turned into a soft cry of sadness as tears started to flow down your round cheeks before it turned into body-shaking sobs that wrecked through you, the sounds of your sobs echoing throughout the empty house. thank god it was friday – meaning your parents were on their weekly friday date nights and wouldn’t be there to see you break down. you didn’t need them to see you like this. not over a guy.

not over a guy you thought was different.

after that last phone call you had with steve, you locked yourself in your room, coming out only to eat or to shower. you didn’t really have it in you to speak to anyone – and your parents definitely noticed. unlike most, they were mostly understanding, so they gave you your space – something that you were really grateful for. on that following monday morning, you finally had the energy to speak to your parents and to some of your friends, but you were definitely quieter than usual. your friends were the type to not overstep boundaries and let you come spill your feelings out to them once you were ready.

it took you two weeks of keeping quiet and to yourself to finally go to your friends for comfort, who (in their own right) were ready to go after ‘the hair’ for hurting you that way. they knew how excited you were about steve and how happy being around him made you feel. it was definitely something that had surprised them, but hey – your happiness was important to your friends and they honestly just wanted the best for you. cheesy, you know. but considering you have been there for each other since elementary school, it’s no longer a surprise how protective you all were of each other.

you definitely felt lighter after coming clean and letting others listen to your thoughts and how you truly felt about the situation. while it wasn’t a breakup, since you weren’t even officially dating, but shit – did it hurt like one.

it even hurts to say now, but it took you a little over three weeks to even step foot back into the family video store after shit hit the fan.

you had two vhs tapes that were long overdue, but you didn’t have it in you to go back just yet.

until today.

weeks after the phone call, you finally made your way to the family video store, hoping to whoever out there that steve wouldn’t be there. you haven’t seen him in three weeks and you would like to keep it that way, thank you very much.

you parked your car outside, glancing around for the sight of steve’s car, and heaved out a sigh of relief when you didn’t see it anywhere.

before you got out, you were startled when you saw a van swerve its way into the parking lot, conveniently parking right next to yours, although a little haphazardly. the van looked like it was vibrating from the way the music was blasting at full volume. a small smile quirked up on your lips. you recognized that van instantly. eddie ‘the freak’ munson. the ‘super senior’ of hawkins high. you’ve never spoken to him before – your social groups never mingled amongst each other. your group wasn’t popular – or even seen, most of the time. you were the quiet ones in school. you didn’t get in the way of the populars and jocks, and they – for the most part – didn’t mess with you either.

you’ve heard all about the rumors surrounding eddie, though. but you never believed them. you’ve seen him in the hallways enough to know that those rumors about him being a satanist or whatever were all just a bunch of lies. yeah, he dressed a little… dark compared to others, but he seemed like a decent person. maybe even like a dork, based on that D&D game he plays. plus, he was the local drug dealer at school. some of your friends have bought from him before and deemed him to be completely innocent – no trouble at all. so yeah, eddie seemed like a decent dude.

you shook your head. you needed to focus. you needed to make this quick and painless and you wouldn’t be able to achieve that if you didn’t get out of the damn car.

with a heavy sigh, you grabbed your bag and put the two vhs tapes inside, before hauling yourself out the car. with a slam of your car door, you trudged up towards the double doors, unaware of the long-haired burnet that was making his way to the door as well, head gently swaying back and forth as he focused on the song that was stuck in his head.

your hand shot out in time with his own, fingers gripping onto the handle at the same time.

“oh!” you gasped softly when your hands touched, feeling your cheeks flush slightly as your eyes glanced up quickly towards the other hands’ owner, who looked just as startled as you did – even if for a split second.

“so sorry, m’lady! didn’t see you there for a second,” the man gave you a small grin, the both of you letting your hands fall back to your sides.

“uh, it’s okay…” you sent him a small grin as well, albeit a little awkward.

eddie cleared his throat and moved, gripping the door handle and swinging it open. for a second you thought he was going to enter – but, to your surprise, he held it open for you, a wide smile on his (rather cute) face as he motioned for you to go through first, “after you, sweetheart.”

was it normal for your face to get this red? you weren’t so sure. you just stared at him a little dumbfounded, not used to this behavior from anyone (except for steve). after a few moments of not responding and just… staring, you could see eddie’s smile start to falter, and you were shaken at how much you didn’t want to see him frowning – especially not towards you.

“t… thank you!” you stumbled over your words as you flashed him a bright smile, making your way into the video store, unaware of the way his wide, doe-like eyes stared after you in astonishment. that was the first time you had ever smiled at him – he wanted it to happen even more now.

a shaky sigh came from your lips as you made a bee-line to the counter, relieved to see robin there. she had called you a few times to see how you were doing after steve ended things with you, calling him a ‘dingus’ and to ‘not worry about a butthead like him’. you were grateful for her, in more ways than she knew.

“hey, ro,” you spoke softly as you stopped in front of her, hands already digging into your bag as you fished out the vhs tapes.

“(y/n)!” she called out happily, giving you a bright grin as she leaned her elbows on the counter, “finally decided to grace me with your presence, your highness?” she asked you with a whiny tone, letting her head fall forward slightly, “i’ve missed you! it’s been boring without you here!”

you couldn’t help but laugh at the girl’s antics, your hand reaching over to gently pat her head, oblivious to the eyes that followed your every movement, watching you – observing you – in a curious manner. “i’ve missed you too, ro. you… you know i just needed to be away for a bit.” you gave her a sad smile before brightening up a bit, “but, hey! let me make it up to you, yeah? tell me what you want to watch and maybe you can come over and watch it with me? we need a girl’s night in!” you added in a whiney tone at the end, fluttering your lashes at her in a way to convince her.

the dirty blonde couldn’t help the cackle that escaped her lips at the way you were begging, as if she could ever say no to you – not with the way you batted your lashes at her. she grinned at you, glancing behind you for a second when she noticed the audience you seemed to have gathered – a one-man audience, but an audience nonetheless. she quirked a brow at the long-haired metalhead, watching the way his eyes were practically glued to your face, doing a rather shitty job as he hid behind the horror section. ‘hmm, this is an interesting development,’ she thought to herself before giving you a wide smirk, nodding her head to your plan.

“fine, fine! you’ve worn me down, (l/n)!” robin giggled at the way you clapped your hands. she leaned over and clasped her hands around yours, “how about you go to the horror section and find something that you think i might like, yeah? whatever you choose, i’m good with! i’ll return these for you while you do that.” she suggested innocently, mentally cackling when she heard the soft curse coming from the horror section, something that you didn’t notice.

you nodded your head in an excited manner and made your way towards the horror section, a happy bounce in your walk. you were so into your own thoughts about what robin might like, that you didn’t have enough time to react when you bumped into a lanky form, a soft ‘oof!’ leaving your lips as you stumbled back. strong hands quickly grasped your shoulders, holding you steady against them.

“woah! you good there, princess?” eddie’s voice filled your ears in a way that made your heart flutter. has his voice always been this rich? this soothing?

you gulped and looked up at the man, who seemed to tower over you. there was concern in his eyes as he looked down at you, his hands not yet leaving your arms, though his grip was soft, comforting even. “ah, yeah! i’m fine – sorry for bumping into you, i guess i wasn’t paying close enough to my surroundings, eddie.” you giggled nervously, glancing away from him for a moment.

“shit, you know my name, sweetheart?”

his response startled you, glancing back at him in surprise. you tilted your head in confusion, maintaining eye contact to the best of your ability. “uh, yeah? of course! why wouldn’t i know your name? we’ve been going to school together for a while now, munson.” you laughed softly, shaking your head at his question.

a blotch of red appeared on his cheeks at your response, looking a little embarrassed at how silly his question was, but also seemed pleased with himself that you even knew who he was. “can’t help but be a little surprised, (l/n). a princess like yourself? knowing my name? oh, it does things to my heart!” he gasped out dramatically, pulling his hands away from you to clutch onto his heart, head tilting back as a lovesick expression appeared on his face. a large grin formed on his face as he heard you giggle, cracking open an eye to see the way your lips curved into a large smile, your giggles bright and cute – happy. he could definitely get used to hearing that.

“oh, don’t be so dramatic, munson!” you playfully swatted his shoulder, not thinking too much about it, “you’re the infamous eddie munson! would be rather dumb if i didn’t know who you were at this point, huh? heard lots of things about you.”

eddie leaned against one of the video racks, hand gripping onto it as he grinned down at you. “oh, yeah? ‘nd what did ya hear about me, babydoll? all good things, ‘m hoping.”

you playfully tapped your finger against your cheek as you pretended to think for a moment before letting out a quiet gasp, “well! i heaaaard… that you’re, like, this big dork who likes to play a fantasy game with this ‘hellfire club’. mm, oh! and you’re, like, a member of a band!” you looked up at him innocently, though you had a cheeky grin on your face, “did i nail it, munson?”

“a dork? oh, how you continue to wound me, my princess!” eddie pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, holding it there as he fell onto his knees in front of you in a dramatic fashion, which just continued to make you erupt into fits of giggles. he smirked slightly, looking up at you from his kneeling position, seeing that he wasn’t that much shorter than you in this position. it was cute, really. “as for the other part, you hit the nail, (l/n). got my own, big boy band called corroded coffin.” he sent you a grin before finally getting off his knees as your giggles faded into little hiccups, cheeks flushed.

god, you couldn’t remember the last time you giggled this much in a long time. it felt nice – laughing like this with someone, anyone. you never expected that it would be eddie munson making you giggle like this, but you relished it. it felt nice. he was nice. really, really nice.

“corroded coffin? interesting name, eddie. i’m sure you’re getting all the chicks with your band,” you teased him, having no real venom in your words as you finally started to take notice of all the titles, trying to find one that robin and you might like to watch.

“all the chicks? nah, you got it all wrong, doll,” eddie stated as he fell into place next to you, walking by your side with his hands behind his head. he winked down at you when you looked over, “i play because i love to rock out. love the exhilarating feeling it gives me. but… if being in a band gets me a sweet doll like you, that’ll just make things even better.” he was laying it on thick, but he didn’t care. you were sweeter than he could have ever imagined and fuck it, he didn’t want to lose the opportunity.

your cheeks flushed heavily at the notion of his words, eyes widening slightly as you stared up into his own. you glanced away as you let out an awkward laugh, shaking your head at him, “a doll like me would make it better? dunno if you’re thinking correctly, munson.” you stopped in front of a rack, eyes glancing around but not truly taking note of the titles. eddie’s words were rolling through your mind, trying not to think too much into it. he was just teasing you – he had to be.

“‘m pretty sane right now, (l/n)!” eddie’s chuckle broke you from your thoughts. his smile was wide and genuine as he watched you. “ya know, i might sound a little crazy right now, but…” he paused for a dramatic effect, leaning close to your face, eyes clashing into one another. your breath hitched the closer he got to you, his eyes unwavering as he mumbled, “i’ve had the biggest crush on you since middle school. you’re the prettiest girl i have ever seen, ya know? like – so pretty, so nice, so sweet. been trying to get your attention for years now, but you never gave me the time of day, sweetheart.” his plump lips formed into a small pout, but there was a sincerity in his eyes and tone that made you believe him. you blinked owlishly at him, trying to get your heart to settle down inside your chest. “listen, no pressure but like… just one date. you, me, tomorrow night? we can go to, like, a diner or a movie or something? would you be down for that, sweetheart?” he stared into your eyes, teeth now gnawing at his lips as he tried not to let his nerves get to him. this was his only shot – ‘please, please, accept,’ he thought to himself.

was this really happening? was eddie munson really asking you out on a date? god – this was real, wasn’t it? you couldn’t really believe your ears but you were soon nodding your head to his question, your lips forming around words that spilled from your lips, “y…yeah! a movie sounds nice! uh, here!” your hands fished out a notebook and a pencil from your bag, tearing a page from it before jotting down your phone number and address on it. with a gulp, you thrust the piece of paper into his hands, a stunned look on his face. the expression just made everything seem much, much more real. “there’s my number and address! you can pick me up at 6 and we… we can check out what they’re playing! uh, i gotta go now, eddie! can’t wait to see you tomorrow!” you all but squeaked out as your hand blindly grabbed some random vhs tape from the rack and raced backed to the counter, thrusting the tape into robin’s awaiting hand.

a faint ‘yes!’ could be heard from the horror section of the store.

robin looked at you with a wide grin on her lips, staring at you with a knowing glint in her eyes. “tonight, you’re telling me everything.”

oh, tonight will definitely be interesting.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x reader #stranger things imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfic

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aachria · 5 months

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Hello random night thought here are you planning on writing anything else? I mean the one piece fic is amazing and I don’t want to rush you because of my greed take your time please no rushing and no overworking yourself that’s an order! Please take breaks at the very least!

Yeah breaks I take those totally.

Uhhhhh as of right now I don’t really have plans for more fics, I did have a thing I wrote for class that I might convert into OP fanfiction because I’m a psychopath but we’ll see.

In terms of anything else I’m pretty preoccupied with SSSBMTY rn but maaaaybe we’ll have a lil hiatus between the timeskips and I’ll drop something for some other fandom. Depends what I’m into at the time.

#sssbmty #one piece #one piece ocs

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niftukkun · 8 months

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id love to know about rushing streams and explosive redamancys relationship! is ER the senior of RS and what was RS researching in order to cause the collapse of ER? Did she consider them family?

hello hello!! thank you for your interest in my lil' au and thank you for asking!

ER is indeed the senior of not only RS, but most of the local group! the only one who can call seniority on her is Seeking Requested Sojourn, though neither of them tend to use their seniority privilege much.

see, theres a funny thing that happened that got iterator groups in a tizzy - Sunrise Over Sleet sent out the triple affirmative, then proceeded to disappear. Rushing Streams was nothing more than intrigued at first, curious but otherwise preoccupied with her duties and talking with his friends. she kept thinking about it though, cycle after cycle, and it slowly turned into an obsession. the mystery of it all, the suddenness of the affirmative then an equally sudden and baffling silence. Rushing Streams was also a third generation iterator, built to do his unique duties but with the Great Problem always looming over her, making him itch to solve it - its not surprising she slowly started pulling away from his friends to think think think what could have happened what is the solution where what how something interesting about Rushing Streams is that her structure is built to cycle water. ER is an older iterator, and her systems started giving out long before the ancients ascended, and rather than upgrading her facilities, they instead decided to build another iterator to help bolster her systems and think on the Great Problem. a large part of Rushing Stream's duties is to cycle water through ER to prevent overheating, which was noted as a common event whenever she worked on something even mildly taxing - hence the name. those processes are usually automated, but can be manually changed. when RS started working on the Great Problem, running simulations and parallel processes, she didnt start by taking all the water, no, he barely even took a drop. but like a frog in boiling water it slowly built over time. 10% this cycle for this simulation, ER can live without that. an extra 5%, my facilities are overheating, itll only be for a cycle or two. taking an extra one or two water pipes for an experiment wont cost Red much, will it? it took ER pulling seniority for RS to realise how much water she was using, but it was too late. he didnt mean to. she only had himself to blame. Explosive Redamancy's collapse was not quiet, no. it lived up to her name.

did ER consider RS family? i mean. yeah. she was so close to ER's structure they might as well have been two iterators in one superstructure - RS needed that proximity to properly do his purpose. when you live that close to someone and cant easily ignore them yall either get close or live in misery. i imagine before that whole fiasco they were close in the way siblings are, of the 'only i can make fun of my little sibling. talk shit get hit' variety. mind you, ERs words tend to be biting but RS often gave as good as she got.

thanks again for asking!! heres a doodle of them two pre-ER collapse

#gamble the queue #art #my art #drawing #fanart #fan art #rain world #rain world iterator #iterator Explosive Redamancy #iterator Rushing Streams #Little Gods and Passing Beasts AU #rw LGaPB au #rain world roleswap #maiios

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angrelysimpping · 2 years

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Can I get more hcs about Alex Sibling PC and her relationships with other LIs and NPCs. I think in this case Alex is waaaaaay more possessive

oh, Alex is way more possessive and protective. She's their sister, after all! They don't want anything to happen to her!

To be honest, Alex doesn't really like her going into town. Not by herself, at least. They'd want to go with her. So, Avery's probably not an option. Even though the businessperson thinks she's cute, has a bit of an innocent air around her, they move one when Alex grabs her hand and glares at them. Not worth the hassel. She would have a hard time slipping away from the farm for dates, anyway.

She's not an orphan, so what does Bailey care about her? She's make good merchandise but that's a stray thought that the caretaker barely even acknowledges.

Might honestly never meet Eden. SHe's have to go into the woods for that and over Alex's dead body is she doing that. There are wolves in there! If she does somehow end up the hunter's wife, they'll go looking for her. They will get shot at.

Both Alex and their sister were raised with something of a distrust for hospitals. Takes too long to get anything done and then it turns out they could have taken care of it at home "better." Alex doesn't like the idea of her going into the hospital for anything but if she needs therapy, they'll take her too and from appointments. Will shut the whole thing down if they catch Harper looking at her funny, though.

It's honestly possible that she doesn't go to school. Alex was homeschooled, and so was she. Maybe her last year is put off. Maybe she graduated early. Either way, Alex doesn't like her going into town without them for any reason, school included. But, if she insists, they'll wake up real early to take her to school and will be waiting right outside the gates for her when it lets out.

That said, the school LIs have it rough

Alex and Kylar trade nasty looks when she's preoccupied. Alex will loudly talk about how she needs someone strong to protect her to watch the loner flinch.

Robin is...okay. Or, okay enugh. They're nice to her, and Alex can appreciate that but, well, they're an orphan. They're under Bailey's thumb. Alex has heard a few things about the orphanage caretaker, and they don't want to find out if any of it is true.

Sydney honestly has the best shot. They're part of the temple, surely they won't take any untowed intrest in Alex's sister. And if they do? Well, Alex is sure they could put a stop to it.

Alex is going to kick Whitney's ass. First day of school and their lil sis comes out in tears because some blonde bitch shoved her in the halls, called her a slut, and then ground their knee into her crotch?! Yeah, no, Alex is going to hunt Whitney down.

Alex can't really do anythig to keep Leighton away from their sister. If anything, they should try to not catch Leighton's eye. The headteacher did always have a thing for siblings. They might strike up a deal with Alex, one the farmhand won't like but might just be willing to take if it means not leaving you alone with the creep.

Remy is fucking dying to get their hands on her. Would make their life so easy if they could have something over on Alex like that, like their sister. At the rideing school, they're perfectly civil. Charming, even. Makes Alex grumble under their breath about snakes and wolf in sheep's clothing. Wants her to stay away from them but won't say why until the raids make it perfectly clear what kind of person Remy is. On the farm, they target her. How could they not?

Alex is ready to murder Wren the first time she comes stumbling back to the farm, half dressed, reaking of booze and petrol. Tries to forbid her from ever going back, but it's not like they can keep her under lock and key. The best way is to keep her so fucked out that she can't even walk. They just better hope that Wren never starts poking around the farm, wondering where their budding blackjack buddy disappeared to, and catch her screaming on Alex's tongue.

#mumbling n muttering #sibling pc #alex the farmhand #tw inc*st #cw inc*st #tw incest #cw incest

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blaqueswanzaghouliishiilikeda · 11 months

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You know, I was thinking about how Louis and Lestat don’t really comfort each other when they’re sick. What I mean is when Louis was puking and throwing up Lestat didn’t do much he just says “then the retching” and Louis can barely stand up. Then when Lestat is puking and throwing up Louis moves away from him like he’s just the grossest thing ever.

To care for each in sickness and in health? Probs not lol.

you know, i think those might be one offs like for those particular times. i think when i see the scene of louis crying about his nephew and lestat is wiping away his lil blood tear. i think theyre more inclined to be like that. louis was charred as a mf after he came in from outside and lestat picks him up and walks him up the stairs. i think maybe youre right maybe vomit is the line. or maybe it was just those times bc of what was going on. maybe when louis was turned he had to go through that and lestat needed to clean up after himself. and he wanted the transition to be as a normalized thing. he wanted vampirism to be as a normalized thing. he kinds tough lovey sometimes when he gets into rearing the fledgling mode sometimes. but when he husband mode i think he actually can be so sweet. Albeit the patriarchy of it all and it was a murder going on when lestat threw up so i think louis was preoccupied with a lot. its not a good look to ba all lemme take care of you while you killing someone…..even tho now that i say that isnt that what it came to be lmao. anyway yeah its my headcanon that in them early days it wasnt much that could put them off each other. lestat especially louis could look like anything smelll like anything and lestat still wants him. thats just canon to me lmao.

#mw asks #loustat #iwtv

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pesterloglog · 6 months

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Dave Strider, Rose Lalonde

Act 2, page 469

TG: oh there you are

TG: john said your house was burning down are you on fire yet or what

TT: No. For now I have retired to the safety of a smaller building which is much closer to the forest fire threatening my residence.

TG: oh well thats a relief

TG: john told me to get the game to help get you out of there so im working on that now

TT: Working on it?

TG: yeah my bros copy long story

TG: hey

TG: dont tell john this but i think he might have been right about the puppets

TG: theyre sort of starting to freak me out a little

TT: You're referring to your brother's collection?

TG: i mean dont get me wrong i think its cool and all

TG: the semi-ironic puppet thing or whatever

TG: or semi-semi ironic

TG: man i dont even know

TG: im just starting to think some of this shit is going a little far and its kind of fucked up

TT: I've seen his websites.

TT: I like them.

TG: haha yeah well YOU WOULD

TG: oh man i wish lil cal wouldnt look at me like that

TG: with those dead eyes jesus

TG: sometimes i dream that hes real and hes talking to me and i wake up in a cold sweat and basically flip the fuck out

TT: Interesting...

TG: oh god why did i just tell you my dream

TG: youre going to have a field day with that

TT: I am currently scrawling notes furiously into one of the many psychoanalysis journals I maintain for you. Published papers forthcoming.

TT: Because, you know, it's not like either of us have anything better to do at the moment than to evaluate each other's radically debilitating pathologies.

TG: yeah im gonna get moving

TG: oh have you heard from john

TG: hes not answering me

TT: He won't answer me either.

TT: But I am watching him.

TT: I suspect he is preoccupied with the fact that he just had a bucket of water dumped on his head by the ghost of his dead grandmother, who also happens to be dressed like a clown.

TG: hahahahaha

TG: alright im out

TG: later

#homestuck #dave strider #rose lalonde #homestuck act 2 #page 469

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bluemusickid · 3 years

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Could you please write a Chris Evans imagine where the reader is an actress and has to shave her head or cut her hair short for a role and is worried that chris will no lomger be attracted to her anymore? And he reassures her that he loves her no matter what?

Oh damn, that's sweet. Lemme see what I can do. :)

My Girl

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

Warnings: fluff, self image issues, a lil anxiety, but it all works out in the end, mention of hair, 18+, MINORS DNI

A/N: This is such a cute request and I hope I have fulfilled it, atleast 50%, nonnie! Thanks for this wonderful request!! :) I personally, am conscious about my hair because it's reaaaallly curly and gets tangled really easily, but I still love it. So yeah, this reader kinda is me. 😅

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You groaned. It had been a week since you'd gotten your call sheet, and your fittings were tomorrow. The role was a juicy one, but the requirements were tough. You had to shave your hair, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Your hair was your pride and joy, and you took impeccable care of it. They were everyone's envy, and self admittedly one of the few things about yourself that you were really proud of.

Maybe you should just GI Jane it. Demi looked hot, and so would you. Wouldn't you?

Sighing, you remembered all those times Chris's fingers would be buried in your thick mane, kissing you senseless, or to slow you down when you would make him feel good. He was obsessed with your hair and the feel of it between his fingers, he made sure he would tell you every time.

You dropped the razor quickly, as though it might burn you. If it weren't for the damned contract, you would've walked away. Why did you listen to your team? You groaned, getting up. You needed to go for a run, just to clear your mind. Many would think it stupid, that you were lamenting the loss of your hair, but it really was a big deal for you. You plugged in your earphones and took off, mind running mile a minute.

Panting, you take off your shoes as you make your way to your bathroom, earphones still blasting loud music. The loud tones of Arctic Monkeys drowned out Chris' voice as you began undressing, unaware of his presence.

You turned around absent-mindedly and screamed, only to see him giggle at your horror.

"You IDIOT, I NEARLY DIED OF A HEART ATTACK!" you screamed, your heart hammering away in your ribcage. The man and his childish pranks would be the death of you someday, you were sure of it.

"Sorry, baby, but you were blasting music; I was fully well having a conversation with you but you didn't hear me!"

"Sorry, sorry, I guess that's on me." You grumbled, half heartedly.

"What were you saying?"

"I was asking you why you kept the razor on the counter. Were you gonna give Dodger a shave?"

"Uh, yeah, sure." You muttered. He did not need to know about your anxiety, and you were pretty sure he would laugh at you.

"Hey, is everything ok?"

"Yeah, of course." You murmured, trying to look preoccupied. You were sure that if he looked into your eyes, you would melt.

He walked to you, nudging your chin upwards. "Talk to me, baby. Is something wrong?"

You hesitated. Would he understand?

"I...There's a prerequisite for my new role. I...kinda have to...shave my hair off. Like all of it."

He raised his eyebrows. "And?"

"And?"

"What are you worried about, then?"

You arched an eyebrow. "Exactly that."

"Exactly what?" He said, a bit cluelessly.

"Jesus Christ, Christopher. You're so obtuse sometimes." You huffed, walking off.

"What did I do now?"

You rubbed a hand over your face. Him not understanding was everything you were afraid of, and here he was doing the same thing.

"My hair is very important to me. You can say that it's one of the few things I actually love about myself, about my...looks. And I know that it sounds stupid, and that it's just "hair", but it really means a lot to me. I'm afraid that if I shave my hair, I'll lose the one thing I love the most: you."

"Me? What?!"

"Yeah, you might find me...I dunno...weird to look at or something. You could leave me." You whispered, your voice suddenly cracking. You didn't even consider the possibility of him leaving.

"Sweetheart, look at me. Please."

You met his gaze, dubiously. His blue eyes brimmed with love and sincerity; soft and filled with unspoken emotion.

"You are the most gorgeous person I've ever met, on the inside and outside. I love every part of you, and will always do so. While I do love your hair, it isn't the only part of you I like. I'm not with you because of your hair, I'm with you because of your kind heart and your great personality."

Circling his arms around your waist, he urged you closer, resting your head on his chest. You wound your arms tightly around him, squeezing your eyes shut.

"You are not defined by your physical attributes, honey. They're a part of you. And you're gonna kill me for saying this, but it's hair. It grows back. So many actors have shaved their hair for roles. And you know what? I know you'll look spectacular and kill it on the screen, like you always do."

Dropping a soft kiss on your forehead, he whispered, "We're in it for the long haul, babe. Looks are not gonna get in the way of what we have. You were, are, and always will be the most beautiful woman to me."

"In the world?" You pouted.

He laughed. "Yes."

"In the Universe?"

"Yes."

"In the galaxy?"

He scratched his beard. "I dunno. There might be hotter aliens out there."

He chuckled as you swatted him. Goofball.

You both were in the bathroom, the razor whirring in your hand.

"Are you sure about this?" You asked, trepidation ripe in your voice.

"Yes. Solidarity, sister."

"Ugh. I love you, but please, never say that."

He chuckled as you ran the razor over his head, shaving off his wonderful locks. You loved his hair, and you were kinda sad to see it being shaved off. But he was right. It's hair. It grows back.

You marvelled at your handiwork. Chris with a buzzcut was...hot. And his spiky hair felt good too. Your core tightened as you imagined where else it would feel good.

"I know what you're thinking, babe. Let's get done with this, and we might indulge some of those thoughts."

You grinned. "You're too darn perceptive, babe. Might get you in trouble, you know?"

He cocked his head to the side. "Really? Lookin' forward to it, then."

"Ready?"

You took a deep breath and nodded. Locking eyes with him in the mirror, he winked at you before running the razor over your head.

Eeeeeep, not sure how this turned out. Hope everyone liked it. Please do leave a comment, and reblog, it really helps me out. Thanks!

-Lexi.

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writefightandflightclub · 3 years

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Right behind you:(Bodyguard!Santiago “Pope” Garcia x M!Celebrity!reader)

This is my offering for this week’s #writerwednesday from @autumnleaves1991-blog, which this week is joint with @flightlessangelwings’ Jey’s Pride celebration! 🥳

The verbal prompt was: glitter and/or “I’ll always be by your side.”

The visual prompt is the photo below.

This gave me the idea for a very quickly written one shot with bodyguard!Santi and male celebrity reader! I hope you like it!

Warnings: food mentions; mentions of panic attack / hyperventilating. Mentions of sensory overload. One mention of Santi “sucking off” reader. Language. TYPOS, undoubtedly.

Rating: mature for mentions of oral sex but no explicit / actual smut.

Gender stuff: he/him pronouns / masc! terms of endearment used for reader. Implied that reader is a penis owner - no other physical descriptions besides reader wearing a suit and some make-up.

Genre: angst then mainly fluff and happiness! Hurt / comfort, I guess.

ALSO: BONUS CAMEO FROM ANOTHER OSCAR CHARACTER. Did you spot him?

You perch on the couch in your suite, taking steadying breaths and trying desperately to ward off hyperventilation as your bodyguard grips your trembling hand firmly in his. The air is quaking in and out of your lungs and you can no longer help the tears which spike in your eyes and spill over on to your cheeks.

He gives your fingers a squeeze as he crouches before you, and you can’t help the surge of guilt that this is so far outside of his job description. He’s meant to protect you, not comfort you. His work centres on your physical well-being, but you can’t count the times he’s bolstered your emotional well-being too. Then again, this is the only time he’s done so quite as blatantly in front of the rest of your staff, perhaps.

“Oh no, don’t you dare cry, sweetie,” your make-up artist - who will not be getting rehired you decide suddenly- flaps around you, attempting to fuss over you with a tissue. Her panic about her work being ruined at the worst possible moment is plain as day, and it only makes your chest constrict further.

“This isn’t helping” is the only thought blaring loudly in your mind, but you cannot for the life of you push the words out right now. You shut your eyes in an attempt to block it all out. To subdue the sensory overload.

You are thankful that your bodyguard intuits that sentiment on your behalf when you can’t, and you hear his voice is coming from a different angle now, his head whipped sharply sideward and up towards the offending MUA.

“For real? Ffff....” you close your eyes and hear Santi bite down on a curse. You’d laugh if you weren’t so preoccupied, trying desperately to focus on his voice amidst the chaotic, intersecting hubbub of the room. “Ma’am, could you please back the shit up?” He bites. Apparently he can’t stifle the cursing entirely.

Your limp hand travels along with his as he waves his arm around emphatically. “In fact. Out. Everyone out. Now. Please.”

His request slices through the nervous air in the room, his words deep and commanding and delivered with an authority that you doubt anyone would dare question. This man must be obeyed, and in the back of your mind you congratulate yourself for your decision to take a chance on hiring this moody ex-soldier with creaky knees. When he needed to he could certainly clear a room. And on top of that, he offers you a whole lot more besides.

Indeed, here he is, going above and beyond, kneeling on said creaky knees for you. Protecting you, and comforting you too.

Your eyes are still closed as the room gradually quietens, until it is so still you could hear a pin drop. Until you can hear the steady rise and fall of Santi’s breath. Until you can hear the delicate wet noise of his lips parting so his tongue can skim his lips. You can hear him swallow.

As you hear the sound of the final remaining person shuffle out, and the door gently click closed behind them, you are finally able to peel open your eyes. You are able finally able to release your bottom lip from the grip of your teeth, an indent having formed where you have bitten down so hard you have threatened to draw blood.

Santi is as still as death as he waits, and as soon as he hears that final click, he is moving. Only then, does he allow his (thin) veneer of professionalism to collapse. He allows the flats of his palms to snake up your thighs, rubbing reassuring shapes into you, and you feel the familiar heat and press of of him through the luxe fabric of your suit trousers.

“Look at me, cariño,” he soothes, in a deep, fond tone, entirely different to those bitten off commands reserved for the rest of your entourage. “It’s just you and me now. Look at me, baby.”

You do. You look into his big brown eyes and you and he could be the only two people in the world, never mind the room. You sniff, and you fumble away a stray tear before settling your palms on top of his.

You slow your breathing and Santi flashes you a small, proud smile. “That’s it, honey. Nice and slow. Just like that.”

Then, he flinches, his head leaning to the side as though he could physically retreat from whatever angry voice is no doubt blaring into his ear. Then, he makes a point of taking the earpiece out altogether, letting it hang over the collar of his white shirt.

He tugs in a huge exhale too, letting go of the tension he held in his body through his concern for you, although his eyes slit flit around your face in residual concern.

“They’ll be mad you did that,” you warn, with a nod to his earpiece.

“Whatever. It’s not my job to get you to the red carpet on time. It’s my job to look after you.”

“Your job? Hmm? That all I am to you?”

He flashes you a lopsided smile as you tease him. “I’m a lucky man. My job happens to be a thing I love doing outside of work too.” You lift your palm to his face, the familiar texture of his stubble beneath your fingers. “Now, honey. No rush. But do you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

You look away from him then as you realise he won’t let you distract him enough to avoid the true issue at hand, but his hands are still languidly smoothing your thighs, and you know he won’t make you do anything you don’t want to before you’re ready. He might dole out some tough love, eventually, but not until he is sure that you can take it. He lets you fumble until you find the words. “It’s... even the thought of it, Santi. This is the biggest thing I’ve ever done. All those cameras. All those eyes on me, I...”

Santi shushes you, as he hears the resurgent panic creep into your voice, even as your fingertips idly trace over his handsome features, a self-soothing unconscious thing, as he continues to kneel before you.

But while you may be panicked, he’s smiling. Looking up at you earnestly. “You deserve all those eyes on you, hermoso.” You don’t mind at all that when his voice comes out now it’s both fond and a just a little dirty as his own, very attentive eyes sweep over you.

“I don’t know...” You nibble on your lip again.

“Baby. You deserve this night. You’ve worked so hard for this. You’re so talented. And holy shit. You look so fucking hot in this suit I can barely function.” You let out a small, tentative laugh, which Santi seems pleased by, his own eyes creasing at the corners in return. “Besides,” he continues, tone more earnest now, his thick brows raised as he hammers his point home. “I’ll be right there. Just a few steps behind you, okay, mi Principe?”

You take one more deep breath, expelling it slowly and steadily through the “o” of your mouth, and Santi can’t resist your pursed lips a moment longer. Yet, for all his comments about how hot you are, his kiss is not as devouring as you might expect. It is a soft, tender thing, barely skimming your lips, and yet even so it appears to inspire a reverent heat in him, his eyelashes fanned on his cheek as his eyes remain closed a moment longer. As he expels a gust of disbelieving air at how you make him feel from this alone.

“Or,” he proposes, his voice breathy. “We could sack this whole thing off? We could order chilli cheese fries to the room and I can suck you off until you can’t think straight?”

You kiss him again, this time giving him just a hint of tongue, even as you laugh musically into his open, increasingly eager mouth.

“Appealing as that sounds, my love, I probably shouldn’t miss this...” you nod your head towards the door “...lil thing.”

“Yeah. Probably.” Santi concedes with a fond, lopsided smile, his eyes flashing with adoration, until he reluctantly schools himself back to something resembling professionalism. He gives you a few moments to gather yourself, and for his... eagerness to subside, before asking “You ready?”.

You nod. “Ready as I’m gonna get.”

“There he is. That’s my man.” Santi gives your thighs one more squeeze before he stands, and you swear you hear his poor knees creak; and then, he is replacing his ear piece, his face becoming all business as he presses two fingers to his ear. “Kolpakov? We’re ready to move out. Everyone in position?”

He awaits the response before turning back to you, practically gasping as he sees you stood there in all your glory for the first time. His eyes sweep up and down the length of you. He shakes his head incredulously, switching his mic off for a moment more. “Fuck me. You look like a fucking dream.”

“Not so bad yourself,” you respond in a loving, flirtatious tone, dancing your fingertips across his chest as you sweep past him towards the doorway and he turns with you as if in your thrall.

As you prepare, taking another deep breath and gripping the handle, Santi reaches for your arm, delaying you for just another moment. “Santi,” you laugh. “We can do the chilli cheese fries later, I promise.”

But that’s not quite what he has in mind. He looks at you intensely, and he cups your face in his broad palm. “Don’t forget. You deserve those eyes on you. But if you get overwhelmed, know that my eyes are on you. Wherever you go, I’ll be right behind you.”

The sentiment and sincerity with which he says this makes your mouth fall open in shock. Makes your chest constrict with happiness rather than nerves - but you aren’t afforded the opportunity to respond. In the next moments, the door is flung open, and your entourage is flooding you, barking directions and whisking you down the staircase and out on to the red carpet.

You are pulled away from Santi, and you don’t get to be near him again, besides a quick, surreptitious whisper into the shell of your ear as he follows you out the door “we need to talk about your ass in these pants because holy shit” - but that is all you can steal.

True to his word though, wherever you go he is right behind you. He is there with a firm arm to form a protective wall should a photographer come too close, or a fan get too handsy over a barrier. He is standing, stern and formidable to your rear as you provide sound bites to the tv stations forming a line up to the venue (and, trying very hard not to ogle your ass in these pants, probably).

He’s right behind you, designed to fade into the background in every sense. For all his charisma, he’s good at it. Not drawing attention. Even his suit is designed to be non-descript.

But... that’s not where he should be, you realise.

And, when you are almost at the end of the carpet, you stop in your tracks. You hesitate, and you turn around, your gaze instantly finding him in the crowd. He looks concerned, alarmed, as though you may have gotten the jitters again and like you might be about to do a runner.

But that’s not it. That’s not it at all.

In fact, you are more calm and sure than you have been all evening, looking at his befuddled, deer in headlights expression as all the attention suddenly falls on him. He has some big talk and a tough exterior, but the centre of him is soft, and you love that about him.

And so, a cautious smile blooms on your face as you settle firmly on your plan of action, and you walk determinedly in the “wrong” direction, going against the stream of attendees and making a beeline for your love, as he, for once -your man of action- stands frozen in confusion.

Then, when you arrive at him you stop, placing both your hands flat on the lapels of his suit, smoothing them down.

“What are you-?” he begins to ask, but you cut him off.

“Santi, my love. This is ridiculous. I don’t want you behind me. I want you by my side. Where you should be. So, fuck it. Will you do me the honour of accompanying me to this premiere?”

He answers with a smile. With sparkling eyes. With his arms flung around your waist. With the press of his curved lips against yours, and a slip of his supple tongue. “Baby. I’ll always be by your side.” His hands slip a little lower. “Or - you know - sometimes right behind you.” He winks at you. God, you adore this idiot.

So, you wrap your arms around him, guffawing fondly into his neck before kissing him again, more deeply, not caring who’s watching. Your face splits with a beaming smile as you break from the embrace and link your arm into his, proceeding to walk up the carpet again: together this time.

“Fuck me though, honey,” Santi leans over to confide in you as he straightens up his tie, as if suddenly noticing the photographers for the first time now that they are noticing him. “You could have warned me you were going to french me on the red carpet, I would have put on a better suit.”

You laugh warmly as he continues to babble, and you reassure him that he looks perfect.

You know he’s doing his best to mask it, but he’s the nervous one now - you can tell. “Don’t worry, handsome,” you reassure. “Just you and me, remember?”

No-one else in the world.

“Jesus. How do you do this?” he asks, balking at all of the camera flashes going off in his face, his voice choked.

Luckily, Kolpakov - his second in command- figures out what’s happening and takes the cue to intervene, shifting the line back just a little to give the two of you some space. A good job too as you see beads of sweat forming on your love’s brow.

“How do I do this?” you ponder. “Well, I always have you to protect me, right?” You squeeze his arm tenderly. “And I’ll protect you now, my darling.”

This- having him by your side? You have no doubt that this feels right. It is where he has been all along, albeit only in the shadows. In private moments. But tonight, as he encouraged you into the spotlight, you realised how little you cared for hiding. You need him with you.

“Jesus,” Santi chuckles, looking around and trying to take everything in. “The boys are gonna have a fucking field day with this one. I didn’t even tell them we were dating.”

“What the hell, Garcia?!” you chide fondly, mouth open in a shocked “o”, before beginning to chatter and banter away with him as you easily fall into step together. Distracting him from his nerves like he always does for you.

With Santi by your side, you no longer care about all of the other eyes on you. All of the camera flashes. The crowds. Those watching at home.

You’re proud of your achievements. You’re proud of your relationship. And besides, the only eyes on you which you pay any heed to are his. Santiago’s gorgeous brown eyes, which, right now, shine with nothing but pride.

Yours shine right back.

You think he is the one who deserves all eyes on him, tonight.

#santiago pope garcia x reader #writer wednesday #Oscar Isaac #triple frontier #santiago pope garcia #male reader #m!reader #mlm

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helloooooo!! can i request some headcanons for the demon brothers with a MC that is Non Binary but is afab and insecure about being afab and doesnt feel like they are Non Binary. platonic or romantic either one is fine. thank you. also Jaehee is a Queen period.

I haven’t had Mystic Messenger installed on my phone for like a year and this blog is mostly, if not exclusively Obey Me rn, but I refuse to change my url because it remains true. Jaehee is the best and deserves the world <3

Also don’t mind me casually throwing in some Devildom/Celestial Realm gender headcanons as an intro~

Warnings: Mentions of gender dysphoria, internalized transphobia, insecurity gang rise up. I’ll try and keep it more general since this is meant to be a comfort/fluff piece.

The Brothers With an Insecure (AFAB) Nonbinary MC

As a whole, the Devildom doesn’t really do traditional gender. The variety in demons’ and fallen angels’ appearances makes for such a diversity of body types that markers of femininity and masculinity are easier to disregard. It’s commonplace to provide one’s pronouns along with their name when meeting someone new, and any changes in a demon’s presentation are noted with little more fanfare than a new haircut.

Even angels don’t really get preoccupied with gender: in fact, as MC discovered one day while talking with Luke and Simeon, most barely grasp the concept of what a gender is. Simeon had mentioned that this occasionally resulted in him forgetting the genders of his characters, resulting in TSL being extremely popular among transgender and nonbinary fandom communities.

But MC is not from the Devildom, nor are they from the Celestial Realm. They’re from the human world, with its reductive views on bodies, presentation, and identity. A year in the Devildom can’t erase a lifetime of cissexism.

Some days, it wears on them more than others.

Lucifer

Lucifer is always aware when MC’s self image starts wavering

As someone who has fought tooth and nail to remain true to himself, he understands the struggle of facing resistance to this

But the idea of it coming from within is somewhat foreign to him

Nonetheless, he’ll do anything within his power to make MC feel better

Will calmly, but firmly assert that MC is the only one who can determine their identity

It’s not about how they were born or raised, but who they know themself to be deep down

If it’s their gender dysphoria making them feel invalid, he’ll try and minimize it however he can

Need a different RAD uniform? No problem. Worried about being perceived a certain way? Anyone who stares at MC for too long or even dares to make a comment about their presentation is getting the Lucifer Death Glare.

Physical/body dysphoria? The Devildom has tons of temporary and permanent solutions for that, they can try whatever they’d like

It is vital for the success of the exchange program that all the students feel comfortable and well-accommodated

Also MC is very dear to him and he hates to see them suffering

Mammon

As soon as he notices MC is upset, he is READY TO FITE

Who’s been messing with them?!

What? They don’t feel like they’re really nonbinary? Are they questioning again, or—

Oh. Oh…

Well that’s stupid! What do you mean you don’t “look nonbinary”?! What’s there to look like? Humans are so weird about this stuff, look: you want to know what someone’s deal is, you ask! And their answer? That’s it! End of story, there ya go!

It’s not so simple in the human world, MC tries to explain

Mammon huffs and mumbles something about how it should be, but he can see this avenue isn’t making MC feel better

It seems whatever junk ideas the human world has about gender really gets into people’s heads…

Well, whenever Mammon wants to take his mind off of something, he opts for something exciting! Hitting the casino, making new plans that’ll definitely work this time, maybe even try and pull a prank on one of his brothers…?

But if MC just wants to cuddle and watch some mindless TV or play video games he doesn’t mind doing that either…

Leviathan

Levi knows, without fault, every single TSL characters’ pronouns and identities, if and how they change through the series, and between different media adaptations

He can (and will) list all the nonbinary characters like a gender Pokemon Rap, with special attention on those who match MC’s presentation and/or AGAB

(Not that AGAB is essential or even always available information, but dysphoria is not a rational creature, and Levi is very familiar with irrational emotions)

Would MC say that any of these characters aren’t really nonbinary because of how they look or how they started out? Then why are they any different?

But if something about their appearance is really bothering them, he might have a solution

Cosplay

Well, sort of

Crossplayers use all sorts of techniques to masculinize or feminize their appearance when necessary, and Levi’s pretty familiar with most of them

So if MC wants to try some out to see if it makes them feel more comfortable, he wouldn’t mind showing them! You know… if they’re… interested…

Also double-checks to make sure it’s okay that he calls them his “Henry” and assures them that it’s about the character’s role and personality, and not some sort of gender-based comparison

Unless... they like the comparison? andwouldliketocosplayasHenrytohisLordofShadows??

Satan

Who said this to you, MC.

Names. Now.

Boy gets frothing mad when MC explains it’s a societal and cultural problem, not an individual one, that fuels their insecurity.

If they don’t want to hear an hour long rant about the rich history of human gender expression and identity, they need to cut him off fast

If he could maim the concept of transphobia, he would

But alas, this is not a problem that can be solved (entirely) with violence

So he has to find other ways to show his support

Ask him about any notable trans, nonbinary, or otherwise gender nonconforming figures from human or demon history. He’ll happily tell MC all about them.

But, at the end of the day? In his opinion, there’s one person that shines above the rest

Someone who braved the longest odds, who persisted against the fiercest enemies and even turned them into their closest friends

Who saw others at their worst and sought to bring out the best in them…

*stage whispers* He’s talking about you

If there’s anyone who’s going to believe in the right to self determination and the irrelevance of your origins to your present identity, it’s Satan

And if anyone ever does try to tell MC that their doubts about themself are true?

Just give him their name and don’t ask questions

Asmodeus

So they’re worried about being too feminine? Is there such a thing?

If that’s the case, they can be “too feminine” together

Asmo’s gender nonconformity has earned him praise all throughout his life, so the idea of being ashamed of such a thing is alien to him

But he does know what it’s like to have an audience who expects a specific image from you

And the fear of disappointing them

But gender isn’t a performance

Well, it is, sometimes, poor choice of words: but it’s a performance for you

Asmo presents the way he does because it’s what makes him happy, same with the rest of the brothers

MC shouldn’t be any different

If they’re looking for a more masculine wardrobe or just want a change of pace, he’ll happily help them find clothes that make them feel more comfortable, but his main concern is that they know they’re free to wear what they’d like, act how they’d like, and it doesn’t change who they are

Whatever image they want to make of themself, he can get them there, but only if it’s because they want it, not because it’s what they think they’re supposed to be like, okay?

Beelzebub

When MC first confesses to Beel that they feel like they’re not really nonbinary because of their body, he kinda looks around and gestures as if to say “really? Down here?”

Has MC ever noticed that RAD doesn’t have gendered sports teams?

Yeah, if they separated people by something as irrelevant as gender or Diavolo forbid, sex, people would get seriously injured or worse

There are so many ways to be a man or a woman or a nonbinary person, and they’re not always what you’d expect

Some of Beel’s best teammates and scariest opponents look and act nothing like you’d expect them to

If they’re feeling disconnected from their body, Beel is totally down to work out with them, keep them grounded in all the good their body does for them and that they can do for it

And yes, also the good food their body lets them experience

He also definitely reaches out and gives their hand a lil squeeze if he ever notices them feeling down while they’re out together

He cares for them a lot and just wants them to be happy at the end of the day

Belphegor

Oh yeah, that’s one of the stupidest things about the human world

Belphie remembers being mistaken for a woman a lot when he used to visit the human world, and how confused he was when people got into such a tizzy over his gender

Why waste all that energy on something that doesn’t matter? If you must know, just ask the person and be done with it

It doesn’t matter what they look like

MC is MC

If they say they’re nonbinary, that’s good enough for him

If they don’t want to be touched, especially in certain places tiddy pillow naps, he might get pouty, but he’s all bark and no bite, he’ll respect their wishes

His approach to making MC feel better is more geared towards normalizing their identity

If he accepts it as a fact, then maybe they’ll catch on that people will respect them if they know what’s good for them?

Also, if they hear him mumbling about correct pronouns and punching transphobes in his sleep… No they didn’t. He’s not dreaming about them, he swears...

#obey me #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #om:swd #mine #my writing #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #tldr; they all love and support you!!!

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