#Air. I didn't know how caught up in shit I was I had NO clue

[ohtobeleah]

Father, Son & The Holy Shit // Jake Seresin

Chapter One: [Father, Son & The Episode] What’s worse than attending the funeral of a man you never wished you met? Attending his wake right after and having your biggest secret exposed to his friends, family & colleagues alike.

Warnings: Mentions of Mental Health Disorder. Mentions of drug use. Jake Seresin x F!Bradshaw Reader. Trauma bond.

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If there was anything worse on this earth than you could think of doing besides attending Jake Seresin's funeral, it would be attending his wake. At his funeral, you could get away with small glances and side eyes and broken unapologetic smiles. At his wake though? Just how the hell could you get out of talking to his parents, and his colleagues, his friends, you were the mother of his grandchild after all. 

“It's been so long Y/n.” Kain stood beside his grandmother, Ellen Seresin, rubbing his hand across her back. The poor woman was shattered at the loss of her only son. You couldn't wait to kick the bastard's tombstone over. “You need to bring Miss Tilly around more often, spend time with the family, time moves so quickly these days.” She pleaded as she reached out to take your hand in yours. “You look well.” 

“Thankyou Mrs Seresin, and I will, I promise.” You wouldn’t be doing that, not if it was the only thing that could save you from meeting Jake in hell. You smiled as politely as you could as you cupped the older woman's hand in yours. She had no fucking clue who her son was and as you turned to Kian you could tell he was thinking the same thing. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to run to the restroom.” 

You could feel yourself spiraling, this whole day had been far too much for you to handle. The funeral, the wake and now the overly invasive invitation to spend even more time with the Seresins made you want to shout to the heavens above ‘why you’. You needed air, you needed space–as you made your way through the crowded function you saw your dad with your daughter, showing her off to his old buddies. Some guy you remembered, Bob you could vaguely remember his name being, crouched on one knee before her, pinning what you could only imagine to be one of Jake's service pins on her dress.

The bathroom door nearly came off its hinges when you pushed it open with that much force. Thank god no one had been on the way out or else they would have ended up with a bloodied and broken nose. You didn't really need to pee, you just need a second to breathe, to collect your thoughts and stop yourself from spirally. You could feel yourself losing touch with reality. A blurred line had begun to form and you were tittering on the edge of your mind's idea of a coping mechanism to send you off into a land of make believe. You could feel it creeping up on you. 

The sound of the water running brought you back to earth, how long had you been standing in front of the basin for? How long had the tap been on for? You took your hands and cupped them under the steady stream of water before you bent over and splashed your face with the cool liquid. You needed that, fuck you really needed that. You did it twice more, just splashed your face with water to cool yourself down and stop yourself from losing your mind. 

With a heavy sigh, you turned the tap off, only to stand up straight to take a look at yourself in the mirror. What you saw staring back at you had the hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention, your voice caught in your through like a horrid lump of cells that needed to be removed. It was Jake, but not the Jake you just laid to rest. It was him, ten years ago–and you, ten years ago. You felt his hand ghost across your shoulder as he smirked. The corners of his lips near pinned to his ears. 

You couldn't breathe, couldn't think, it was only when he leaned in to whisper in your ear did you shout and smash your first into the glass of the mirror. 

“I know you miss me–” 

Shards of glass shattered with a loud smash to the basin as you shook your bloodied first and stumbled back. Crying out in fear as you whaled and slid to the floor. 

“Y/n?” Kian frowned when he saw you, Bradley was right there hovering over his shoulder, watching with worry flooding his eyes as Kian picked you up and carried you out of the bathroom as you cried into his chest. “Hey, s’worng? Huh?” He knew you wouldn't answer him, not in a state like this. 

“What's wrong with mum?” Tilly asked as she stood by Bradleys leg. Bradley knew Tily was a smart little girl, she’d seen you like this before and she could connect dots. It was happening again. “Did she have an episode?” Tilly asked as she looked up at Rooster who just stood in absolute silence as he watched Kian take you out the back door into the fresh air of the late afternoon. “I promise she takes her medicine, I take tic tacs with her so she doesn't feel like she's alone.” 

“What kind of tic tacs Bug?” Rooster asked as he placed his hands on her shoulders and walked her back into the wake. Tilly just sighed. 

“The orange kind.” 

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“God it must be fucking exhuating–” Kian spat as he sat you down on the steps of the back exist door and assessed your hand, he didnt have anything to fix it up with except his tie. So that's what he used. 

“What's that?” You asked softly as you tried to calm yourself down. 

“Living like some sort of parasite, just taking and never giving.” You’d taken a lot from Kian, you knew that well enough. He never let a day or a week or a month or a year go by without letting you know how much you took from him. “You just had to make this day about you, didn’t you?” 

“I had a moment, I'm fine.” You sighed as you tried to explain yourself without coming out and saying you saw your ex’s now dead dad in the mirror of the bathroom at his wake. The man you’d fucked. The man you may have loved at some twisted point. The man who exploited you and used you and turned you into a mess of a woman. “It's just been a day, Kian, I thought I could handle it but clearly I was wrong.” There was a moment of silence that passed the two of you as Kian went from standing before you on the steps with his hands pushing his suit jacket back to sitting next to you, so close his shoulder pressed against yours. He was every bit the spitting image of Jake Sereisn and you knew he hated it just as much as you did. 

“Are you high?” Kian asked as you turned to look at him stunned. 

“What? No!” It came out as a scoff, like you couldn't believe he was asking you such a thing. 

“Are you using again?” They weren't questions Kian hadn’t asked before, and it wouldn't have surprised him if you said yes, because you had said that in the past. 

“No!” You were more defensive about this than you probably should have been, it wasn't out of the realm of possibility with you, it was just that of all people Kian was the one who wasn't afraid to ask. 

“Okay well I’m gonna go ahead and love you enough to tell you to pull your head out of your self-obsessed ass and get an a meeting, because you and I both know this is gonna set you off and if you're already losing control at his wake than I can’t help you when child protective services come knocking and Tilly is placed in Roosters custody for the fourth time.” 

“Oh god Kian, I don’t need your sympathy.” You hissed as you held your hand up to your chest, Kians tie tied tightly around your bloodied knuckles. “I said I’m fine, I’m not high, I’m not using, but if it helps you sleep a night you ass I’ll get to a meeting.” 

“Good.” Kian accepted your reply, he nodded softly as he looked at you. “And for the record it’s not sympathy, it’s pity.” You and Kian had always maintained a close co-parenting relationship, but you couldn’t be left alone in a room together without wanting to kill each other. “I don’t want my daughter growing up to be anything like you.” Your heart sank into your stomach when you caught the sight of the man you’d just seen in the mirror, standing just a few feet away, smiling at you like he wasn’t the cause of all your pain. “So pull yourself together and get to a meeting, she deserves a mother who’s not a junkie.” 

“I’m not a junkie anymore than you are.” You snapped. Gritting your teeth as you shook your head and tried to will the sight of Jake from your memory. An almost impossible task. “Don’t sit here and pretend that you don’t have the exact same problem as me!”

“Oh for crying out loud Y/n you’re my problem!” Kian shouted as he stood. “You’ve been my problem since we first fucking met! You ruined me for crying out loud!” You could feel the tears welling in your eyes. The vision of Jake standing next to Kian was far too much for you to handle as you closed your eyes. He was grinning that smug smile, like even though he was dead he still won. “You’ve been my problem since you fucked my dad for weeks on end!” 

“SHUTUP!” You screamed as you covered your ears. Kian wouldn’t let up as he pullled you to your feet by your wrist. 

“You’re a whore! You fucked my dad! You did that willingly and you did it over and over and over again and everything that had happened since you have no one to blame but yourself, so don’t sit there and say we have the same issues, but if you weren’t here right I wouldn’t HAVE any problems!”

“Your dad used me! He manipulated me!” You shouted back, a crowd had begun to form on the grass. Friends and family that had gathered to say goodbye to Jake Seresin all stood around baffled at the sight unfolding. “He blackmailed me!” 

“He’s her father isn’t he!?” You felt like the wright of the world has fallen on your shoulders as you looked around at the people that had gathered around. “He’s Tilly’s dad, not me—and you fucking know it.” Kian was boiling, you could see it in his eyes as he pushed you and in that very moment you knew it wasn’t just you who needed a meeting—he’d been projecting. “You fucking my dad and he got you pregnant.” 

“Kian? Y/n?” You heard Jake's mother gasp as she cupped a hand over her mouth—stunned at the revelation that had just come to light. You turned to look at her, shock just dripping from your face. You’d both managed to keep this a secret for ten years. Now it all just fell apart. You looked to your dad who didn’t know what to do, he’d never looked so disappointed in you. Mr big shot Admiral—he wouldn’t be in that pod if you hadn’t kept your mouth shut all those years ago. You looked to your daughter, who was too smart for her own good, she knew you were drowning in your own deep water. 

And finally, you looked to the man who’d ruined your life, the figment of your imagination that had haunted you since you were first diagnosed certifiably insane. Jake Seresin, looking ten years younger and a hell of a lot more alive than he really was. 

“I know you miss me—“ He grinned. You felt lightheaded. 

“Y/n is that true?” Ellen asked as she approached her grandson. “Tell me it’s not true.” Kian sniffled as he threw his hands up and walked away, pushing past the crowd of friends, family and colleagues. 

Your vision blurred, your feet gave out and your knees buckled before you could even give them an answer. You fell straight through a crack in what felt like the space time continuum and as you blinked your eyes open again you were ten years younger—

Looking out the window of the car your boyfriend had rented for the summer. The summer that you met and fell in love with your boyfriend's dad. 

Commander Jake Hangman Seresin

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#father son & the holy shit // jake seresin #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin x f!reader #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake hangman x y/n #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader

[neverinadream]

Talking Too Much

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Baby Said - Måneskin

Warnings: pretty much no plot, purely/hurriedly written, 18+, minors dni, strangers to temporarily lovers, dom!reader, sub!christian, praise kink, pet names (good boy, baby), oral (female receiving)

Notes: I have no clue what this is, so I apologise for what you are about to read. It's a little shit - its shit. Oh why did i write this??? But I had the urge to write and I came up with this. So....yeah...its more of a blurb type thing than a full fic I guess. It's short. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

"You talk too much," you interrupt Christian, placing your finger against his lips, the action silencing him as he takes the topic of conversation on a tangent.

You hadn't listened to what he said in the past fifteen minutes. He could've revealed government secrets to you, and you would have been none the wiser.

You had been distracted by how his hand wrapped around the neck of the beer bottle, his long fingers holding it loosely at his side. You wondered what it would feel like to have them tangled in your hair, to feel him pushing down on the back of your head as you took his length into the back of your throat, gagging and sputtering around the tip of his hardened cock. You were also distracted by his beard, pondering what it might feel like to have its roughness scratching at the inside of your thighs as you fist your fingers into his soft curls, pushing him impossibly closer against your cunt, grinding your hips against his tongue until your cum was dripping off his chin.

"I-" He nervously takes a sip of his beer. "Do I?"

"You do."

Without hesitation, you take him by the hand, pulling him toward the stairs. Willingly, he allows himself to be led away from the commotion of the party, pushing the bottle of beer quickly into Reece's chest as the two of you push past him. He felt his cheeks warming up, turning red, when he spotted his teammates, Mason and Ben, giving him their approval. They had sensed that their American teammate had taken an interest in you from the second you stepped inside Reece's place, teasing him about being too nervous to pluck up the courage to go over to you and innocently bullying him until he finally did. But they didn't need to know that it was you who was making the first move and not him. Though to anyone who had been watching, it was obvious as to who was making the first move.

"You talk too much," you repeat yourself, locking the upstairs bathroom door after pulling him inside and pushing him up against it, "and, whilst I find your accent so…" You pause for effect, dragging your finger softly against his jaw. "...sexy," he takes a big gulp of air, "I was thinking we could be having so much more fun if you put that mouth to good use elsewhere. If you know what I mean?" Your hand drops, a jolt of electricity shooting through his body, causing his soft cock to twitch inside his jeans as you caress his thigh. "You do know what I mean, right?" You quizzed him, tilting your head to the side.

He enthusiastically nods, stuttering, "I know what you mean."

"And do you want to have some fun?"

"Yes," he simply answers.

"Correct answer," you smile, with something wicked stirring in your eyes. You back away from him, your boots clicking against the tiled floor, hands reaching behind to stop you before your back hits the counter's edge. "Come on," you command, feeling a surge of adrenaline take over your body, leaving the ache between your thighs to intensify, "be a good boy and get your knees for me."

Eager to be praised, he drops to his knees in front of you, pushing up the sides of your skirt until it bunches around your waist. He licks his lips at the pretty lavender lacy thong you had picked tonight, its sweet colour almost contradicting your wicked and mischievous personality. "It's pretty," he murmurs, his body jerking forwards, caught off surprised as you lift your leg and rest it over his shoulders, "you're pretty-"

"I know, I am," you talk over him, taking one hand away from the counter. Running your fingers through his hair, the soft curls slip between them, tangling around your fingers as you give his hair a gentle tug. He responds with a groan, looking up at you with those honey-dipped eyes that mesmerized you. "Now, let's have some fun."

A soft whimper passes your lips when you feel him kissing over the front of your panties. "Do you want me to take these off or…?" He asks, looking up at you for confirmation.

"I'm not asking you to make sweet love to me, Christian," you sigh, dropping to rest on your elbow, "just push them to the side and fuck me with that pretty little mouth you've got there." Your filthy tongue had his cock straining against the inside of his jeans. Doing as he was told, he pushes them to the side, licking his lips at the sight of your cunt. "Do your worst," you instruct, bucking your hips into his mouth, biting your bottom lip to suppress a whimper as he drags his tongue against your folds, "eat it like it's your last fucking meal."

His tongue drags over your clit, sucking and massaging it, moaning when he starts to feel you making a mess on his chin. You were sweet, sweeter than any piece of candy he had ever tasted, turning his brain fuzzier than any bottle of beer ever could.

"Just like that, baby," you moan, tugging on his hair as he sucks your clit into his mouth. Your hips buck as he pulls away with an audible pop, forcing a sharp whimper to push past your lips as he goes back to work, licking and dragging his tongue against the whole length of your cunt. "Hmmm," you grind your hips into his mouth, feeling his nose bump against your clit and his tongue teasing your entrance.

Hooking his arm under your body, his fingers press hard into your bum, pressing you hard against him. You let out a noise of surprise at the intrusion of his tongue slipping inside you. No part of you was left untouched, eating you with a hunger that could only be described as unhinged. Everything about it only turned you on more.

"Fuck," you cried out, throwing your head back, smirking when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror behind you. That all too familiar burning heat bubbled in the pit of your stomach, and you knew you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from cumming. "Gonna cum," you tell him, pushing harder on the back of his head. He hums, bringing his arm to hook over your thigh, caressing it as it trembles against him. "Be a good boy and make me cum, Christian."

Moaning his name, you feel shocks of pleasure from deep within, a surge of sensation ready to be released. The white lights above burn your eyes as your head remains thrown back, your jaw slack, lips parted as nothing but nonsense tumbles of your tongue. Your grip on the counter's edge tightens in an attempt to stop yourself from collapsing as your whole body trembles as you came.

"Fucking hell," you laugh, drunk on the post-orgasm bliss, struggling to think clearly as you crash back down from your high, "fucking…ha!"

Collapsing back against the counter, you whimper one last time as he places a soft kiss on your clit. He looks up at you with glossy eyes, red cheeks dotted with freckles, and rosy lips. "Not bad," you mumble, quickly pushing him away and turning to face the mirror. You fix your hair and rub away some of the mascara that had smudged under your eyes. You take a second to study your own reflection, giving yourself a fake smile as you pull at the sides of your skirt, fixing it in place. "Not bad at all," you repeat, snapping him out of his trance as you move towards the locked door, making your escape, "but I'm afraid I must leave now."

He stands to attention, moving faster than he had all night. "What?" He asked, thinking he hadn't heard you the first time.

"You can sort yourself out, right?" You giggle, panning your eyes to the noticeable bulge in his jeans. The size of it was enough to tempt you into staying, but that wasn't part of tonight's plan. You wanted to be selfish. You wanted to have others make you feel good, to have all the power for once.

You take a deep breath, a melody like sound ringing through the silence as you release a sigh. "Well, this was fun," you push the handle down, letting the door swing open as you tug it towards you, "see you around, Christian."

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F O O T B A L L E R T A G L I S T

@shanoontje @maseandkepa @theblxefox @blueathens  @ofxinnocence @1-800-benji-chilwell @mrschilly @geek-and-proud @in-my-body-bag @laurasstufff1 @mountchilly @spicysainz @greykitkepa @thoseboysinblue @mountpulisic @dinonuggiesforliferz

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic smut #christian pulisic one shot #christian pulisic blurb #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic fanfic #christian pulisic fic

[luimagines]

Hiya! Its me again, I submitted the story of Mask (Young adult! Time) pining after his rebellion leader (aka future spouse), and have come with a follow up >:)

Months have passed since Mask's..."confession"...to the group. Since then, most of the boys have been trying to start conversations that might set off Mask into another lovestruck rant (much to Time's dismay). Though this time around Mask is much harder to crack, only giving away small details about you and what type of relationship you two have. What they do learn is that you were a badass! Not only did you lead a rebellion against Ganondorf (as a teenager but they don't know that) but you also wielded some sort of shadow magic. This certainly caught their attention, considering they had no clue you had such abilities!

Mask always sings your praise, he really could go on forever! But the last thing he wanted was someone using that information against you. So he spoke little about his personal relationship with you, but it was easy to see how close the two of you were.

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It was a peaceful morning for the group, well rested and full bellies was a promising start to the day! They were traveling either Mask's or Time's Hyrule, it was kinda hard to tell considering they were only surrounded by woods with no landmarks that could tell what era it was. Everyone was in high spirits for the day, even Time! The thought of coming back home to you and your welcoming arms was a pleasant thought.

Well- That went to shit quite quickly. They hadn't even walked for two hours before they were ambushed by a hoard of grotesque monsters. Their twisted, gnarly weapons bludgeoned and bruised the ten heroes. Many of them struggled to stand as they were circled, surrounded by all sides.

The group looked to one another, hoping someone had some idea or plan to get them out of this mess. Yet everyone struggled to form a plan while being battered from all sides, all expect Mask. He knew it was a risk, he didn't even know if this was his Hyrule! But one thing Mask knew was that you'd protect him, all he had to do was ask. All he had to do was scream your name. And so, he screamed. His voice ripped through his throat, piecing the sounds of battle. All of the boys faltered for a moment at Mask's sudden outburst, fearing for his safety. But soon they'd realize that they aren't the ones who should be fearful. Suddenly, the early morning turned to dusk -or at least it felt like it did- as the trees loomed over them, their shadows stretching far and wide.

The battle comes to a halt, both Hylian and monster alike not daring to move an inch. Mask -who stood in the middle of this battlefield- let out a shaky breath, a hearty smile stretching from ear to ear. And before the heroes know it, dark tendrils burst from these shadows and lash out! They grip onto the savage beasts, squeezing so tight some poof into purple smoke. For those unlucky to survive the deadly hold, they get dragged from the field and deep into the inky shadows. Most screech and slash at the shadows to break free, but their attempts are futile.

As the last beast is pulled into the endless void the shadows finally retreat. Soon the sun shines down on the bloodied heroes once more, but even the sun's warmth can stop the shiver that went down their spines. One question hangs in the air. What the hells just happened?

Mask couldn't contain his excitement, the grin on his face clear as day! He goes to call out for you once more expecting you to be hiding among your fellow shadows but is met with a cold hand over his mouth. A muffled yelp catches everyone's attention once more and weapons are drawn once more. Yet as they turn towards to face this new threat they are met with a...unusual sight, one none really expected (well, Time did but shh).

Mask and a familiar -but younger- figure face to face, mere inches between each other, looking intensely into the other's eyes. Your hand still rested over his mouth but he made no effort to remove it, to remove you. To an outsider's eye, this would have looked like a hostage situation (and maybe it was) but after a moment of looking over Mask and his injuries, you let your hand trail down the side of his neck and rest on his shoulder.

Finally, you acknowledge the rest of the heroes, who stood awkwardly to the side during this silent conversation. And boy, Mask sure as hell wasn't lying about how stunning you were. You scanned the group with your eyes, like you were analyzing every detail of them and taking notes of their weaponry (you totally were). The boys can't help but sweat under your gaze, even Time feels a little uneasy in this moment but he had to admit it was good to see your face again, younger or not.

You're the first to speak up and introduce yourself to the strange group while Mask does not leave your side. A stupidly obvious grin on his face as he just watches you with so much adoration in his eyes. And suddenly, the nine heroes come to the realization that this is their fate. Having to deal with a lovesick, dramatic Mask and the subject of said love.

Time can't help but groan inwardly, the boys are never going to let him live this down. (I hope you liked this and sorry for any spelling errors! Have a lovely day!)

I thought the first half was on the masterlist! DX I wanted to link it but I don't know where it is. I'm sorry. :(

OOOOOhhhhhhhhh!!!!

Old Man Time is going to have the headache of a life time!

But we also get to explore Reader's reaction to said Older Time!!! :D

The boys are going to be so nosey XD

Mask doesn't know what he's in for... or maybe his rose tinted ten inch thick glass won't let him see anything else. Time has to deal with all of it though. There's no escape for him.

#pinky replies #anon stories #This one *will* be on the masterlist though #I think it's long enough :D

[yiptsu]

BOO killer and nightmare short oneshot jumpscare

ok you can have more killer and nightmare content.... as a treat (heavily out of canon I just wanted to mess with nightmare a bit)

“What the Hell are you holding?”

Killer shook the item. “A glass?”

Nightmare clapped his hands together, taking a deep inhale. “Right, well, I could see that-”

“Then why'd ya ask?” Killer interrupted, sauntering past him and over to the drink aisle of the shop they stood in.

Nightmare turned and followed his teammate, careful to avoid the unconscious shoppers and workers laying on the floor after their most recent attack.

“Well when I took you to one of the biggest shops in the Multiverse, I didn't expect the only thing you'd be interested in is a glass.”

Killer rolled his eyes, grabbing a bottle of wine off of the shelf and beginning to pour it as the cork came loose with a pop of his magic. “Get over it, Night, I-”

“Get over it?!” He yelled, snatching the glass out of Killer's hands and beginning to walk away. “The biggest shop in the Multiverse and you want a glass!”

“Hey, you can't blame me!” He yelled back, chasing after his Boss with the wine still in hand. “It's not as if this place has anything interesting to offer!”

Killer let out a small yelp as he fell backwards, glaring upwards at Nightmare who'd come to a stop in the middle of the aisle.

“NOTHING interesting?” He shouted in offence, whipping around to face Killer. “Dust would kill to be here and I mean that in a literal sense.” He paused, “No, sorry, that's a bit of a stretch. Dust would violently maim someone for the chance to be here, you know that?”

Killer raised a brow, watching as Nightmare raised the glass to his nose and sniffed it.

“Well, maybe you should've brought Dust along then.” He huffed.

Nightmare took a sip of the wine before spitting it back into the glass, looking down at his teammate.

“Why would I do that? He'd hate it here, the lights are too bright,” He huffed, throwing the glass over his shoulder as he turned and walked away.

Killer leapt upwards, sighing as he barely caught the glass in his hands.

“No, sorry-” Nightmare yanked the glass from his grasp with a tentacle, “-that’s on me, I shouldn't have thrown it.”

Nightmare ignored the loud groan that came from behind him, looking over the glass that Killer had wanted.

“It's not even glass, it's just plastic meant to simulate glass,” he spat distastefully, throwing the glass over his shoulder again.

He tensed as he heard a loud smash from behind him, turning to see the remnants of the glass shattered on the floor.

“Oh, great, now look at what you've done!” Killer yelled as he caught up, glaring angrily at Nightmare.

Nightmare hummed. “Well, would you look at that,” he bent down, carefully poking one of the pieces, “I guess it was glass after all.”

“Yeah, no shit!” He groaned, walking past Nightmare further down the aisle. “Now I have to go find another one!”

“What?!”

Killer came to a stop as Nightmare materialised in front of him, putting a hand onto his shoulder.

“Did you ignore everything I just said?”

“Yup!” Killer yelled, hitting his hand away and pushing past.

Nightmare huffed, “God, you never listen! None of you do, what's the point of even calling myself a leader when nobody ever listens?!”

Killer shrugged, skipping down to the end of the aisle and looking back over to his boss. “I dunno!”

“Ohh, well that's fantastic!” He huffed sarcastically, reluctantly following along.

Killer's hums mixing with the low hums of the nearby fridges were the only thing to be heard, and it was beginning to bore the Guardian.

“Honestly, I've no clue how you've managed to make this so boring.”

“Maybe it woulda been less boring if you'd have let me have some alcohol,” he complained, waving the bottle in the air.

“Ha, who needs alcohol to have fun when you're in the biggest shop of the Multiverse?!”

Killer scoffed. “You keep saying that, honestly I think it's too big, can't find shit around here.”

“Oh, alright, it's ‘too big’ is it?”

“First time hearin’ that or something?”

Nightmare didn't respond, grumbling under his breath as he walked beside Killer.

“So, why aren't I allowed a glass?”

“What do you mean? You're allowed a glass I don't care if you get a glass but this is the pinnacle of shopping and all you want is a glass. Glass. Glass glass glass, see I've said it so many times it doesn't sound like a word anymore.”

“What if I just want a glass though?”

“Don't be boring. This place has battle-axes and knives and.. I dunno, spoons!”

“Wow, spoons, how exciting.”

“Listen, my point is just get something useful instead of something we have thousands of at home.”

“What about a rocking horse? Would you let me get a rocking horse?”

“Don't be stupid, Killer. Horror already has one. What's the point in two rocking horses?”

“Dual wielding.”

“How would you dual wield a-”

“Ah, here we are!” Killer exclaimed, picking up another glass from the shelf.

Nightmare exhaled slowly, his hands on his hips as he glared at his teammate.

“What? I told you I was gonna find another glass,” he shrugged, pouring the remainder of the wine into it.

Nightmare tensed, raising a tentacle to lightly smack Killer before the sound of heavy footsteps interrupted them.

“Looks like that's our cue to leave.” Nightmare muttered, lowering his tentacle.

“Oh, rats, what a shame!” Killer yelled sarcastically, tapping the side of the glass with his finger.

Nightmare took a deep inhale as he watched the guards round the corner to them, tempted to abandon his teammate with them.

“You are so annoying!” He yelled back, wrapping a tentacle around his wrist and teleporting away as the guards reached them.

#YIPPEE i love writing them out of canon as funny guys #this is from a while ago during the worst writers block ever #undertale au #sans au #nightmare sans #killer sans #fic stuff

[writtenjewels]

Biker

Salim took a drag on his cigarette, letting the smoke out slowly. He was leaning against a wall a few feet away from the convenience store entrance-- enough to be a presence but not to intimidate. The others in the gang were a little more conspicuous: revving the engines on their bikes, lounging under the street lamp so anyone drawing close would see them. Salim found the show unnecessary but he came along, anyway.

Across the street was a community building. Salim took Zain there sometimes for swimming lessons. When Salim pulled up with the rest of his gang, he noticed a few cars in the parking lot. Who was in the building at this time of night? All the activities offered were in daylight hours, he was sure.

His unspoken question was answered when the doors opened, releasing about a half-dozen people. Salim studied them hoping for a clue to their purpose in the building. All of them were adults, ranging in age from twenty-something to some who had to be pushing past fifty. They were chatting but were too far away for Salim to hear them. Eventually they all split away from each other, one turning to lock the door.

Now Salim was really curious. Most of them got into cars, but one was heading to the crosswalk. Salim followed that person's progress with growing anticipation. They crossed the street and turned in the direction of the convenience store. Salim could now make out that the person was wearing a black shirt with a snake printed on it and a grey baseball cap. They stepped under the street lamp but their hat made it difficult for Salim to make out the face.

Right on cue, the rest of the gang started revving their engines. Dar called out to the person. The stranger spared Dar little more than a middle finger before going inside the store. Salim was intrigued; he stubbed out his cigarette and followed. He turned toward the candy aisle so he wouldn't be caught, watching the mystery person out of the corner of his eye. They bee-lined straight to the food and grabbed a few things.

“A Red Bull at this time of night?” Salim hadn't meant to say the words out loud. The person turned at his voice and finally, finally Salim got to see their face. It turned out the person was a man-- younger than Salim, with fair skin and dark hair hidden under the cap. He was built on the more slender side but muscular. Handsome, Salim was quick to notice.

“Yep,” the man answered simply. He waved a package of beef jerky in one hand. “It's dinner.” There was a Southern drawl in his voice.

“Bold choice,” Salim remarked, “though not very healthy.” The man raised an eyebrow and took a step forward to sniff the air. Was he smelling Salim?

“You ain't one to talk, Mr. Chimney Stack.”

“My name is Salim,” he corrected automatically.

“Didn't realize we were already getting informal,” the man commented. He brushed past Salim to take a candy bar, too. “So, Salim, you here to measure your dick like your friends out there, or you gonna beat me up for flickin' 'em off?”

“Neither. I was curious what sort of person would give a biker gang the middle finger.”

“Not all of 'em,” the man argued, his eyes flicking briefly to Salim. “Just that one asshole, the one talkin' shit to me.”

“I'm not sure that's much better; he's the leader.” Salim made no effort to hide he was following this time as he walked with the man to the counter. He still hadn't gotten the stranger's name. “Do you like snakes?” he asked. The man looked confused and Salim pointed meaningfully to his shirt.

“How the fuck does a member of a biker gang not know Whitesnake?” the man scoffed.

“I prefer David Bowie.”

“Well who fuckin' doesn't?” the man agreed, smiling. The way his face softened when he smiled made him look younger while still accenting the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. It was charming. “I'm Jason,” he finally supplied.

“Nice to meet you.” Salim shook Jason's hand. “Do you live around here?” he wondered. “I don't think I've seen you around before.”

“Had to take a bus to get here,” Jason explained. He paid for his items and cracked open the Red Bull. “I'm just killin' time until the next bus comes through.”

“What brings you to this part of town?”

“Nothin',” Jason shrugged, dropping his head so the visor of his cap hid his face. “Nothin' special.” Salim sensed a lie but didn't prod it. It really wasn't his business, after all. “I'd better go out and wait for the bus,” Jason spoke up.

“Oh. Yes, of course.” Salim knew his voice sounded heavy with disappointment. He was enjoying Jason's company and didn't want the younger man to go. Jason tilted his head up enough for Salim to see his dark eyes.

“Gimme your cell phone.”

“Okay...” Salim was a little confused why Jason wanted it. The other typed something and handed it back. When Salim checked, he found a new contact.

“In case you wanna talk more about David Bowie,” Jason explained.

“I'm sure I will,” Salim assured him warmly. A faint hint of color lit up Jason's cheeks. He tugged on his cap visor and headed out. Salim watched to make sure the gang didn't bother him, waiting until Jason was out of sight before exiting the store himself.

[Salim, I saw you go in with that American who insulted us,] Dar said. [I hope you set him straight.]

[He got the message,] Salim assured his leader. His fingers brushed against the casing on his cell phone. Jason had certainly gotten a message; just not the one Dar was hoping for.

[this one's been bouncing around in my head for days, y'all. Hope you like it!]

#house of ashes #jason kolchek #salim othman #jason/salim #jalim #jason kolchek x salim othman #jason x salim #modern au

[jojolovesdogs00]

Between Our Hearts

Ship: Rachel x Reader

Ch 8

After hearing the explosion you ran as fast as you could towards it. You were breathing heavily and sweating. Your heart was beating so fast you could hear it in your ears. You were trying to calm yourself down, but you couldn't. You were terrified. Rachel seemed to be running just as fast as you were. She was a few steps ahead of you. You caught up with her and you both arrived at the scene.

The explosion had taken place in a small alleyway. It was covered in smoke and debris. You could hear people screaming and crying. People were hurt everywhere. There were bodies lying on the ground. One person was standing right next to the explosion. His clothes were completely gone and he was covered in blood. The smell of gunpowder hung in the air. You never saw such a horrific sight before.

"Y/n! Look at me." Rachel said to you. You looked into her eyes. "We won't let this get to us. We must remain strong for them!" she continued. She was staring deeply into your eyes and you could feel the intensity behind them. She was scared for you. You could see the worry in her eyes. But then you noticed something else. Her eyes were turning red. They were getting darker and redder. You felt your body grow cold and goosebumps appeared on your skin. You remembered her father was devil himself. Was she going to turn evil? Would you have to fight her if she became dark? 'Shit man!' you thought to yourself. You tried not to think about it anymore.

"Let's find who's behind this ok?" she asked. You nodded. You wanted to save lives. This was why you became one of them. A Titan.

The two of you walked into the alleyway. You didn't know what you would do when you actually found the culprit. But you knew you had to do something. You had to help these people. That's what Titans were for.

You searched the area for any clues or evidence. You found a piece of paper near the explosion. It was a note. It read: 'This is just a warning. Next time, it will be worse.'

"What the-"

"Y/n? What happened?" Rachel asked. You showed her the note. She read it and shook her head.

"This is not good." she said. "We need to show this to Dick."

Both of you left the alleyway and went back to the tower since ambulances were all around the scene.

You entered the tower and found Dick sitting on the couch. He was reading some papers. When he heard you enter he put the papers aside and stood up.

"Hey ladies! How was-" he stopped mid sentence when he saw the look on your face. He looked concerned. "What happened girls?"

You both told him everything that happened. He listened intently. His face grew more serious after you finished speaking.

"Okay then. You girls gonna keep patrolling together. I need to speak to Batman first." he said. He was still looking worried.

"Sure. We'll go back to patrol-" Rachel started saying but Dick interrupted her.

"No not tonight. You two need to rest now." he said. He turned his attention to you. "I'm sorry about what happened in your first patrol night Y/n." he apologized. He sounded sincere. You appreciated it. You were glad he was there for you. You were glad they all were there for you. You were glad you were part of their team. You were glad you were a Titan.

"It's fine Dick. I'm fine." you assured him. He smiled at you.

"Good. Now go rest. Get some sleep. Tomorrow will be another day." he said. He patted your shoulder. You thanked him and left with Rachel. After you two left the room you turned to Rachel.

"Thank you for tonight." you said. She gave you a small smile. Her cheeks reddened slightly. She blushed. She looked down and away from you.

"Of course. We're a team right?" she replied. You smiled at her. She was so sweet. You liked being her friend. And maybe even more than a friend? Maybe...

"Yeah we are." you agreed. She gave you one last glance before leaving the room. As soon as she went to her room you ran off to yours.

#raven #rachel roth #rachel roth x y/n #rachel roth x you #rachel roth x reader #raven x y/n #raven x reader #raven x you #female reader #lesbian

[unhingedhearties]

Damn, I used up all my atomic bomb references.

A few days ago When Calls The Heart actress Erin Krakow posted another Behind The Scenes photo from Season 10, the season that just aired a few months ago. For context, there's a scene where her character Elizabeth gets a box with the wedding dress she ordered (for her wedding that never ended up happening). It turns out to not only be the wrong dress, but very ugly. Elizabeth puts it on and laughs are had. Erin posted a series of photos of her and co-star Pascale Hutton being silly while Erin's still in the ugly dress.

You can all guess what happened next. First, some of the reactions from Twitter:

"If the show had gone the way I wanted it to go, these photos would be fine. But I didn't get what I wanted, so these photos of you two having fun that other people are enjoying are tone-deaf."

You might remember foxyinspiration. They're the person who is constantly insulting Erin on her Instagram about how awful she is and keeps emphasizing that she's a female producer for some reason.

There's nothing I can add that'll make this funnier than it already is. A grown-ass woman of voting age wrote this. Back to the responses on Instagram:

Deidre Behar, the producer/host for Entertainment Tonight comments and Erin responds. Repeat offender and stalker amintmimi takes the opportunity to make an ass of herself and will continue to do so multiple times.

Pascale Hutton also shows up and with her a chance for amintmini to show her ass again. The word "disrespectful" shows up, so take a drink. The senior citizen who spends all her time spamming every post Erin makes looking for evidence of targeted attack against her and other Lucas fans calls her and Pascale "immature teenagers" for this series of photos of them smiling in a field. Her personality is so bitter and miserable that the sight of others being happy causes her to froth from her toothless mouth.

"IT'S MORE THAN A SHOW"

People are finally starting to try and slap some reality into these unhinged Heartie's heads. Amintermimi the Ragepig is aghast at the "rude" responses, clearly believing she's done nothing to warrant it. She, like many other smooth-brained Team Lucas fans keeps mentioning that Team Nathan fans sent him death threats. I've yet to find any. If someone has proof of this, please share it.

"Look, it's cute that you two are having fun, but have you considered my feelings and how all these photos are hurting me? I could unfollow, but what will I do to fill the void of my empty life? Work on being a person that enriches the lives of those around me? No, it's too late for that. I'd rather suck out the happiness of everyone near me."

Best response.

"why do you keep showing this dress"

This is literally the first time she's posted a photo of it.

"Are you trying to leave some kind of clue for season 11?"

OH SHIT THEY FIGURED IT OUT! Get out your decoder rings and put on your 3-D glasses 'cause we're going to bust this thing wide open.

Erin and Pascale are both standing beside each other making the shape of two 1's OR . . . AN 11. LIKE SEASON 11! Erin is standing to Pascale's left. JUST LIKE A BRIDE AT THE ALTER! Pascale can be seen in one of the photos holding Erin's hand like she's proposing. Look at what color she's wearing. RED! You know who else wears red? NATHAN! In the distance we can see the sun setting. This represents the sun setting on Elizabeth and Lucas's relationship as it comes to an end. And what is Erin doing in all these photos as the sun sets? SMILING! She's smiling at the thought of Lucabeth fans spiraling into morbid depression. But the most damning evidence of all?

Enhance.

Mother of God…

There's some sort of giant bench monument in the background. It's hard to make out, but if you invert the colors…

That's clearly Lindsay Sturman and Brian Bird's handwriting. We caught them both dead to rights.

Erin's mocking the wedding. I told you guys the signs are everywhere! Thankfully more people are calling out these dumb reactions, but of course the worn out argument of Lucabeth fans shows up. Team Nathan fans acted the same way and it was reprehensible, but when Team Lucas fans do it it's simultaneously okay, but also they're not doing it because the situation is not the same. Any time a Team Nathan fans points out "now you know how we felt" they do a bunch of back flips to explain how this is a totally different scenario.

RAGEPIG! SooREEEEEEEE!

A compilation of the feral hog's comments and responses. It's just the same words over and over because they have no real argument.

Sweetie, you can give the dictionary definition on the word "invest" until you're blue in your pseudo-intellectual face. The point is no one should be "investing" their lives into a TV show. Go develop a real personality instead of "blob that parks her fat ass on the couch every time the TV turns on."

Oh look! A Lucabeth fan saying that it should have been Nathan and Faith together instead of him and Mei. I'm sure all those Lucabeth fans that are good, socially conscience allies will come in and point out how racist that kind of thinking is.

If by "fans" you just mean your dumb little clique of mentally stunted women-children I could see where you're coming from, but there's actually tons of fans out there who aren't triggered by a photo of two women smiling. Look! You can even see them posting on this very photo! Amazing :D

(And the whole point was that the dress she's wearing wasn't the wedding dress. Try to pay attention to the TV show you're obsessing over).

It's all well and good that the people who work on this show have fun and share it with their fans, but they need to take into consideration that fans that are literally dying of heartbreak. Please be more sensitive about what you post and avoid the photos that can cause irreparable harm.

Which is all of them.

Every photo you post will set them off.

There's literally nothing you could share online that won't make them screech at their monitors.

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You all remember that time Brain Bird and Lindsay Sturman came on TV and Men In Black style took away everyone's memories of Lucas and Elizabeth's special moments? No, me neither. Which is proof that it happened!

But if they go away, who are you going to harass all day instead of spending time with your family (assuming they still want anything to do with you)?

"I can't wait till you have to tell LJ why his father is dead… oh LJ it's because of Nathan the man I love"

I have AMAZING news. LJ is never going to learn how his father died because LJ isn't real, his father isn't dead, the fictional character Nathan didn't kill him, nor did the flesh and blood actor Kevin McGarry and Erin isn't actually his mother. This works out for everyone!

#when calls the heart #wcth #lucabeth #hearties #hallmark #unhinged fans #fandom drama

[march-of-the-marred-gods]

(As of writing the following excerpt, this is only a what-if scenario; I don't know where exactly to fit this into the canon)

Henrieta is sitting at a table at one of the communal areas, taking a much needed break after cleaning the private showers and restrooms at the Sanctuary. She just brewed some tea and was waiting on her niece, Hanna, to arrive from... somewhere.

"She's never been this late... I hope she's okay."

As if on cue, Hanna bursts through the door. She looked like she'd seen Hell itself, and she was panting as if she had to run from something.

Henrieta jumps out of her seat. "Hanna! Are you hurt? What happened!?"

Hanna takes a moment to catch her breath. "It's... It's so awful. I didn't think he would be like that... I'm so stupid." The young adolescent begins to tear up.

Henrieta furrows her eyebrows. "Hanna... what did you do? Who did you go to see this time? Tell me right now."

"I don't want to tell you, Aunt Henri." Hanna starts to cry.

Henrieta's face eases up. "I won't tell your mom, if that's what you're worried about."

"No! You'll make me go back there if I tell you!"

Henrieta scoffs. "Who would ever make me act like that?"

Hanna gives her aunt a serious gaze. "You know exactly who, Aunt Henri."

"Shit..." Henrieta heavily sighs and buries her face in her hands. "Not him. Not my Sunshine."

"I'm sorry, Auntie." Hanna hugs Henrieta. "I should have known better."

Henrieta returns her niece's hug. "It's okay. You didn't know. And I won't make you go back if you don't want to."

Hanna studies Henrieta's face. It is rife with worry and, more importantly, morbid curiosity.

"...If we have tea first, I'll take you. Alright?"

Henrieta tries to put up a front. "No, Hanna. I'm not making you do that. I told you."

"I wanna see what you have to say about him. We won't get close. I... really don't want to be close to him ever again. But I'll show you."

Henrieta relents and agrees. The two sit in silence while drinking tea, with one knowing exactly what lies before her, and the other having no clue what she is about to behold.

After a bit of packing and prep in the case of getting stranded, the two hop on a handmade broom with backpacks on their backs, just outside the Sanctuary's cave mouth entrance.

"Alright," sighed Hanna. "Let's start running to get it going. Follow my lead."

The pair begin jogging for a bit, then Hanna quickly buries her right foot into the ground as if to make a leap, to elevate the broom into the air.

"How do you time travel from here, Hanna?" Henrieta finally inquires.

"I usually let the broom take me wherever, but if I want to see something specific, I have to think about them and what they look like. I gotta focus, so give me a minute. Oh, yeah, close your eyes. Trust me on that."

Henrieta shuts her eyes and there's silence except the wind at the duo's backs. Then nothing except a suspicious, nasty smell that began creeping up her nostrils.

"Okay..." Hanna whispers cautiously. "We're here."

Already regretting her choice to come here, Henrieta didn't want to open her eyes. She was afraid of seeing the source of the stench. Slowly though, she opened one after the other. What Henrieta caught a whiff of are the charred, rotten remains of various human and humanoid beings, even Fae and Angel remains. The burnt landscape in front of her and beyond was contrasted by a beautiful, blue, clear sky.

The only living sentient things seen around were animals. Songbirds were chirping as happily as ever. Squirrels were foraging and leaping over bones. Frogs were croaking in a pond nearby.

Most notably, though, was the huge murder of crows to the west of them. Hanna became visibly terrified at the sight of the crows, and began backing up, not turning her back.

"We need to run. Now."

"It's just some crows, Hanna--"

Henrieta turns around to see Hanna hiding behind a thick tree, its bark marred with claw marks. She turns back around to face the crows, who now had a guest alongside them. He moves through the crows until he is leading them, revealing his familiar features. As he approaches, Henrieta is frozen, trying to figure out how so much malice is coming from someone who is, in her world, such a kind and caring individual.

The man looked like her beloved Apollo. Nothing more. Henrieta kept telling herself that, but it provided little comfort.

"I thought I killed all you insufferable maggots... Which piles of bodies did you crawl out from, I wonder?"

Henrieta gulped, as if quite literally swallowing her fear, however her face was still blank.

The man sniffed the air for a moment, and winced as if he had caught the scent of manure.

"I smelled a fucking Witch here earlier. I know you're back, you little shit stain. If this is your backup, then I suppose I'll thank you for the free meal." He smiles, looking down at Henrieta.

Henrieta snaps out of it. "I didn't come here to fight-- or be eaten. I wanted to see a world that wasn't my own. There's a guy I know back home that looks a lot like you. What's your name?"

The strange fellow scoffed. "This is the first time in a long time that I've had an ant like you be so bold with me. Doesn't matter if I look like someone you know. Are you not scared of me-- Lord of All, Ares?"

"Ares--" Henrieta begins to speak, but she gets an icy look from the man now calling himself Ares. She gets the feeling it's a 'don't address me in such a familiar manner' stare. She starts over.

"Lord Ares, you must have had a lot of hate and bitterness in your heart to kill everyone here. I know this because I know a version of you that decided to try and love again, instead of giving up on it."

Ares once again cracks a smile, slightly amused. "He must be a weakling, in that case."

Henrieta is incensed, but keeps her now cool exterior. "He's just as strong as you, if not stronger."

Ares's smile disappears as he becomes annoyed. "That's nonsense. I don't think you know anything at all. You're trying to trick me into letting you go, aren't you?"

Henrieta feels a bit of guilty glee as she thinks of the only thing that Apollo was private about until very recently. "I know about Nandys. You listened to him a few too many times, didn't you?"

Ares is now in a panic, just as Henrieta had hoped.

"H-How do you know about that?! I know you're not a Witch like your friend behind you..."

"I told you, I know the 'you' that could have been. He's far from a weakling."

Ares, quickly recovered from his shocked state, lets out a haughty laugh. "I get it now!"

Henrieta holds a confused look. "Get... What?"

Ares grins darkly. "You only know the other one. The weakling. You don't know that he's weak because you haven't been with me."

Henrieta realizes what Ares is trying to suggest, and it takes her all of her strength not to gag. He continues to explain it anyway.

"You should stay here with me... With us."

Ares proceeds to take Henrieta's hand and kiss it, leaving some residue. Henrieta is mortified, but she is afraid of making any sudden movement, such as jerking back. She wipes off the spit on her pants in disgust.

"Not in a million fucking years. You can't get me like that either, you asshole."

Ares's eyes got wide. Few had breathed a word of the slightest critique to him in almost two decades, even less had told him no. He felt as if he could crumble to pieces right then and there. More importantly, he felt... Jealousy. Dejection. Without realizing it, his shocked expression morphed into a rather pitiful one as he put his head down.

"What could he have that I do not...?" He said in a low tone.

The tiny Dhampir clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. "I told you. He chose to continue loving others. That takes more courage than using your physical strength or magical powers to have your way."

Ares looks up, speechless.

Henrieta continues her tirade. "I know you realize you regret what you've done. That's why you won't kill me. If you really wanted to do that, you would have hounded me like you did my niece."

Ares remains a statue before this mere halfling.

"The 'weakling' isn't the lonely one. You are. You chose to listen to your Draconic half's murderous impulses, leaving nothing but death behind you. That is why you are alone, Ares."

Hanna is still behind the clawed-up tree, phone in hand, trying not to die from laughter. Unbeknownst to both parties before her, she recorded the entire conversation.

Ares was still refusing to move. Henrieta had had enough and was ready to leave, confident that he wasn't going to anytime soon.

Henrieta turned around to the marred tree. "Hanna, let's get the Hell out of here, before I smack that stupid look off his face."

Hanna pops her head out from behind the tree. "Good, 'cause I thought that guy was gonna turn us into baked spaghetti."

Henrieta looks at Hanna putting her phone away. "...Saying that as you finish recording us having that fucked up conversation. Don't you ever show that vid to Apollo. I'm dead serious."

Hanna nods solemnly. "Yeah, I know. He'd have a meltdown if he saw someone-- himself kinda? Act like that. But you were so cool standing up to him, I had to grab it."

The two lift off on Hanna's broom, and Henrieta closes her eyes again in preparation for the quick return trip home. However, only seconds passed before Hanna let out a hair raising scream. "NO! GET AWAY! AUNT HENRI, LOOK BEHIND YOU!"

Henrieta turned her head and opened her eyes to see the man she just lectured tailing behind with black fiery wings-- and picking up speed. As he approached, he had his arms outstretched and was saying something that became clearer as he closed the distance between himself and the two ladies.

"...please! Please come back! You're the only one in this world who understands me! I need you! I can't do this alone-- I WON'T!!!"

Ares reaches to grasp the bristles of Hanna's broom, and Henri reacts with a swift back kick to Ares' arm.

Henrieta screeches in disgust. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! I DON'T WANT YOU, YOU FUCKIN' FREAK! GO ROT BY YOURSELF!"

Ares was not backing down, even in the face of such extreme objection. He attempts to tear Henrieta off the broom while also making another desperate plea.

"I can become more like him if you stay with me! I want to be loved too! PLEASE LOVE ME TOO!!" Ares is in tears for the first time in years, perhaps even a couple decades.

Henrieta, having dodged his arms several times, finally stops to look at him with exasperation. She sighs, preparing to say the one thing she did not want to tell this perverted version of her beloved.

"Ares, if I stay with you... You'll just end up killing me later. Don't bother asking me how I know. I just do. You're gonna get overwhelmed one day and kill me because you are really shit at handling your emotions. You've made your bed, now lay in it. And leave me alone. I don't have anything to offer you, and you can't offer me anything except for a painful death at your hands."

Ares' eyes widened with tears still streaming down his freckled cheeks. His whole body relaxes, letting himself fall away from the airborne broom. Before he is out of earshot, he says one last thing to Henrieta, wearing a bittersweet smile.

"Then I hope that other me is better to you than I ever could dream of being."

Ares falls towards the ground and out of sight. A panicked Hanna picks up speed again to get herself and her aunt back home as soon as possible.

"If that was a fake out and he comes back, I'mma die."

Henrieta pats Hanna's tense shoulder. "He won't. I promise. I'll put you up in my room for a nap when we get back. It's the least I can do for putting you through all this."

"You owe me a lot more than your bed for this flamin' hot garbo. Auntie, you better kiss my ass for the next two weeks to keep this a secret!"

Henrieta puts her head down and sighs out a "Yes ma'am."

#oc #henrieta #hanna #136 ares #yeah i better. use that tag for ares. #hypothetical scenario #henrieta roast session #LIKE HONESTLY #i edited this on 9-4-23 hi hello #added more psychic dmg

[dzpenumbra]

12/5/22

"Tomorrow is rest, recovery, fun and maybe plant-shopping." NOPE. Today was frenetic productivity!

Today, I took the new cerium oxide compound out for a spin. It doesn't make a huuuuge difference compared to my 3K sanding pad, but I think it makes some kind of impact. I spent a few hours taking a piece of rose quartz I had started at the old house and beveling the edges to a polish finish on the floor while chugging coffee. It went spectacularly! I'm very happy with the final product!

I ordered Applebee's delivery, which I haven't had in a very long time, and I really enjoyed it. The whole night had big vibes of art nights in college (most nights), getting that kind of American cuisine stuff and working on the floor in a studio space, with the smell of coffee and incense in the air. I started to bevel the edges of what I thought previously was petrified wood, but turns out is Tiger's Eye, but it was getting late so I delayed it for now.

I shopped on Etsy for some stuff for the house - bath mat, shower curtains, essential oils and a diffuser. I'm much happier shopping over there than on Amazon, I mean that sincerely. I would much rather pay a few bucks more to get a better product from someone who cares than some cheap mass produced shit from a factory in China. I mean that at a very real level, and I feel like if I want others to buy my stuff... I should set an example by practicing what I preach.

I took a short bath, ordering the stuff in the bath on my phone. Because I'm the genius that takes his phone into the bath with him... And... I forgot to actually checkout the order, so I'm gonna do that right now! Cool, god knows when that's showing up but I'm glad I took initiative and got it. I'm going to probably order some more stuff off Amazon anyway. I just... have been struggling with confidence lately, social anxiety has been taking the driver's seat a lot. But today... today has been different.

I caught up on sleep really well! Maybe that was a big part of it? Finding a sense of conflict resolution and having plans for uncertain things in my future, that was huge. Having no pressure today, probably the biggest boon.

I'm gravitating towards two points that want me to talk about them. Two YouTube discoveries, one new and one rediscovered. The first was How To ADHD. This literally brought me to tears several times. Let's take a quick time-warp trip - join me, won't you? The year is 2004 or 2005 - work with me here, it was a while ago... I had failed out of my first semester of college, hid in my room during winter break alone during a blizzard and fled my college before the next semester because the college "requested" that I not return... I had a GPA of 0.5, because I suffered some severe traumas, stopped going to class, stopped interacting with people and just holed up in my room all day every day. I have no idea how no one knew or cared, I had a fucking roommate for God's sake. But alas, that was my story. So, they asked me not to come back. My mom wanted me to go to a college that was for people who had different learning styles. I just nodded my head and grumbled and went along with it, I had no clue what to do. My first night in the dorm there, I was sharing a room with 3 other people and one of the other kids brought his girlfriend back to spend the night and it set off even more PTSD shit for me and I just flat-out requested I get a single-room or I was not fucking going there. Of course, I wasn't able to articulate my reasoning on this in my larval stage, so no one had any clue why suddenly I just refused to have shared housing... Needless to say, that didn't pan out. If they were triple-booking rooms... they didn't have other housing options. I ditched that place pretty quick.

But, the reason I'm telling this story! I had to take a mental health exam thing as part of my pre-registration shit or whatever. It was in the basement of some woman's house, it was weird, really long boring tests in silence. I hope I have the timeline of this right, I'm pretty damn certain that's when this happened. Well, that was when I got my first diagnosis - now that I think of it, it might have been a confirmation of a prior diagnosis? But it was like, the real deal. I was diagnosed with Inattentive ADD. Which is now classified as a variant of ADHD. I think I was like... 18? So... 18 years later, an entire lifetime later, I look at myself in the mirror and I say to myself. "I have ADHD." And for some reason it hits a lot harder than saying "I have PTSD, I have Depression, I have a Social Anxiety Disorder." It just feels like a different breed of animal for some reason.

I have flat-out been rejecting this as bullshit and nonsense and "how could that be me?" for absolutely no reason for almost 2 decades. And I think I'm finally ready to give myself permission to have ADHD. Because it explains a lot. Like... why it took me 2 1/2 paragraphs to get from "I saw a YouTube video" to "I have ADHD." And why all my shit is in piles all over my house. And why I absolutely suck at executive functioning. And why I felt like this chick was talking specifically to me in her videos, and I'm like "oh shit, I came up with that trick to bypass my annoying brain, too!"

So, there was that, and then later in the night I reconnected with Adam Duff aka LucidPixul, a phenomenally talented artist and a kindred soul. Hearing him speak really gave me a similar feeling, a big trend for the day. Self-acceptance. Remembering who I am, embracing who I am and loving who I am. Allowing myself to be who I am. I passed his wisdom along to my Mom.

Then I set up my rent to be auto-paid, which is a big pat on the back to me that I didn't let it slip my mind. Then I worked on wire-wrapping a piece that I plan to make for my Mom. This did NOT go well. I have a vague idea what to do but I fucked up enough times that the wire is just kinda mangled and I think I'm going to have to start over. It's okay. Not every piece is gonna be S-tier first try. I'll try to get back at it tomorrow evening or maybe the day after.

Tomorrow is gonna be road-trip day. And kitty at the new home alone for the first time day. And wait for the maintenance people to either show up or call me - hopefully call me - at god knows what time and reschedule with them for Tuesday. This is hard to write because Max keeps trying to drink the water I was using for sanding, which she really shouldn't drink because it has rose quartz dust in it. But I'm pretty much done anyway.

Big day tomorrow, hope it goes smoothly. I get to finally decide whether I work on the skull or not! Yay!

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts

[timextoxhajima]

Nevertheless: Wishful Thinking [1]

[completed] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

synopsis: why would the college flirt want anything to do with the innocent heartbreaker? a [somewhat] nevertheless au featuring tbz's eric son young jae

genre [per chapter]: suggestive material, mentions of alcohol, SMUT *this series is a smut series so* please don't read if you're uncomfy. if you're underaged and you still wanna read, i'm not stopping you. i don't care because that's your responsibility to know what's fiction and what's not.

word count: 2.8k, half of which is probably filth

taglist: @from-xero

{this is a work of fiction}

"i'm sorry, i just... i just don't see you that way."

the boy tries his hardest not to choke (or sob) as he lowers his head, the bouquet of flowers in his hands crinkling when he brings it down to his side.

he huffs, using his tongue to poke the inner sides of his cheeks as his grimace pulls out into a smirk.

you look at him with utmost guilt, fingers awkwardly intertwined with one another as you scan the distraught on his face.

"so..." he slowly nods, looking up from the floor. "not even the most popular person on campus can win you over, huh?"

the label strikes a chord in you.

honestly, you were just waiting for him to say those words. you hadn't expected the campus star boy to confess to you tonight, much less at his own graduation party.

he was two years your senior and frankly way out of your league - leaving you with absolutely no clue how he came about to develop feelings for you.

you had wondered if he was merely capitalising on your growing reputation as the 'innocent heartbreaker'.

the pretty, new, freshman who just couldn't seem to stop heads from turning.

one of those heads was his.

wooseok scoffs, obviously unhappy and dissatisfied with your response.

how dare the pretty freshman reject the hottest boy on campus?

"okay," wooseok nods, still holding out the flowers to you. "at least take the flowers, would you?"

grimly picking the golden-wrapped roses from him, you scan his eyes, glossed with a layer of tears as his nose sours.

"wooseok-"

"no, don't," he interrupts you, sucking in a deep breath as he puffs out his chest. the yelling from outside his bedroom door calls the both of your attention.

"the party's still going on until morning, are you staying?"

with a light shake of your head, you hug the flowers close to your chest. your heart slows down, calming from the fact that he had brought you in here just to confess and not something else you were afraid of.

the guilt sinks in when you realise you didn't trust wooseok all that much.

"okay, well..." he clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. the silver shine off the school's logo on the varsity jacket glimmers under the room's ceiling light. "at least stay until we finish the first bottle of vodka? we have games later."

"oh, wooseok, i can't-"

"come on," he reaches forward and grabs your hands, his hands hot and warm. probably from the adrenaline he had to give himself to make this feat. "the first bottle."

you look up from his fingers and at his face, his fringe covering his eyes and casting sharp-angled shadows all over his lids.

your lips part, but before you can even utter a sound, he hops right in and exclaims with a grin on his face. "great! i'll see you around and come find me when you're leaving, okay?"

the smile lines extend from the sides of his nose and down to his lips, the shadow lines on his cheeks shifting as he turns on his heels, hands sliding off yours.

"i'll-" he points to his door, already reaching for the handle. "yeah. bye."

wooseok pulls the door open for him to exit, and right before he can shut the door behind him, his eyes come between the gap to take one last look at you.

the door clicks shut after he moves off first, and you're left with the roses in your arms, standing in the middle of his room, having just rejected the most sought-after bachelor in the school.

looking down at the roses once more, your finger-pads rub against the velvet petals, heart aching for him.

the neon lights in his room were casting a bright blue hue all over the walls and the carpeted ground, trophies for baseball and customised bats decorating almost every corner.

you turn to his bed, thinking of leaving the flowers on the cushion and leaving quietly through his window.

but your train of thought violently snapped into two when the party outside yells, followed by the loud thunking of the bass throughout the house.

the flowers are a reminder of how shit of a person you are.

you didn't ask to be a heartbreaker.

people tend to think you find joy in rejecting the brave ones who get their feelings across but you don't. not at all.

carefully laying the bouquet of flowers back onto his bed, you pull the door of his room open and step out into the hallway, the music blasting like everyone was deaf and hard of hearing.

the crowd in the living room comes into view when you start walking down the stairs - everybody jumping on beat to the likes of superbass and people yelling the all-time classic rap.

your knuckles whiten from gripping onto the wooden railings, unable to return yourself to the party when you've done broken the heart of the host himself.

so you turn on your heels, deciding to return to his room and crawl out through his window - only to be met by someone else.

"party's downstairs."

if you were the innocent heartbreaker...

then eric son was the vicious one - the male, sluttier equivalent of you.

"oh, well... party's not for me," you offer a tiny smile, slightly embarrassed to be caught making a u-turn.

eric tilts his head to the side, holding out an arm and resting it on the wooden railings. you lower your head, taking a step to your left in a bid to walk past him.

but you're stopped yet again by his arm reaching out, palm pressing flat into the concrete as he looks down at you.

you don't realise your fists are clenched (and sweating) until you rub them onto your dress.

"look, eric- i- i had a bad day and i just-"

"so walk out the front door," he raises a single brow, taking a step down and removing his hand off the wooden railing.

your feet fumble around each other in a bid not to topple down the stairs. turning to face you, he forces you to step back to maintain the safe distance between you.

"i don't want to make a scene-" the bad habit of picking your nails returns when your back hits the wall, and eric's standing an uncomfortable distance from you now.

"oh," he lifts his free hand and mirrors the other, keeping your neck between his forearms. but you are the scene. you can't just... leave."

a flustered chuckle runs through your throat as you lean your head back against the wall. "i don't have the time for this."

"make time for me," eric cocks his head to the side and glances down near the bottom of your face. "you can tell me about your bad day."

"i think i'll be fine on my own, thank you," carefully squatting and trying to shrink out from the wall-eric sandwich, your brows furrow as you shift.

but eric son buckles his arm and halves the distance he has between your faces, the sudden surge forcing you back upright.

now his breath is hot on your jaw and you turn away from him, lips pursed into a thin, tight line.

"the 'innocent heartbreaker'," he gently hums, fingers reaching up to play with the curled locks fallen around your upper arms. the fleeting brushes of his skin across yours draw out chills, and a harsh inhale twitches your facial expressions to his liking. "i can see why boys would fall for this."

with your eyes still glued to the party downstairs, you part your lips, wanting to explain yourself.

then eric, with the weight of feathers, reaches up to your chin and tilts it towards him.

his lips are parted as he slides his tongue across his teeth. he sighs softly, eyes travelling from yours to your lips and back up.

by now, you can feel his breath on your philtrum.

"you're pretty," he whispers, almost against your lips.

and your stomach plummets when he pulls away completely, the cool air rushing in to replace the bodily heat.

without breaking eye contact, even for a single second, eric pushes himself off the wall. lips drawn out into a wide smile, he adjusts his jacket and runs his hand through his hair.

"but not that pretty."

you don't realise your heart's racing until you feel your chest heaving, unknowingly panting from the unruly interaction the vicious heartbreaker has just provided you.

the world finally seeps back into view and into complete perfect audio, the music finally rumbling through you again when your eyes trail after eric, walking into the crowd jumping in the living room.

the taste of iron seeps out from the inside of your lips, and you dart your tongue across the mark that your teeth have left on your flesh.

clearing your throat and shaking the thought of eric out of your head, you turn back up the steps and head back into wooseok's bedroom.

the blue hues of the room start to sink into your consciousness again, the yellow shade of the bouquet wrap looking more like green under the lighting.

you take a moment to fester - over wooseok, over your reputation, over eric.

college just started and here you were, feeling guilty over something that wasn't even your fault.

the final decision comes to rest on your fingers in the form of pulling wooseok's window open, carefully lifting your feet and crawling under the glass.

now, troublemaker was playing, muffled but definitely loud enough to be heard at least 3 houses down the road. you climb onto the roof of his garage, eyes scanning to cars parked outside and along the road.

you stride to the side where you know wooseok had a wooden plating attached to one of the walls, fake vines intertwined between the planks.

it's a relief when your feet meet the concrete ground, and nobody was in sight - until you back up into someone's chest and you turn to find eric, again.

"what in the world-"

he cuts you off by grabbing your waist, slotting his lips between yours and holding your chin to align your faces.

you were nearly bought into it, but the consciousness seeps back into you and you rip your face off his, palms one his chest with his hands still on your waist.

"what do you think you're doing?"

"i could ask you the same thing."

"you already know I'm leaving."

"you can't leave just yet."

"why the hell not?"

"because I'm not done with you."

with a low huff, he hoists you up onto his hips, lips crashing onto yours as he walks you backwards, your shoulder blades hitting the wall where you had climbed down from.

there's a gentle rattle when he keeps you up against the wooden planks, his palms riding the skirt of your dress up and over your hips.

his fingers slide under the material of your underwear hugging your pelvis, hot skin gripping onto the flesh of your rear.

then you hear a tear amongst the mess he's making on your lips, and the material of your underwear loosens.

"what the-"

"shh," he smirks, now turning his head into your neck to nip on your jaw. your chest heaves from the sensitivity, the fluttering sensation of his lips on your neck drilling chills all through you. "make a sound and everyone will know you couldn't say no to me."

conscience returns to you for a split second.

"eric- we can't-"

before you can finish your sentence, eric drags the thin material out from under you and dangles it before you, his eyes clouded and dark.

the darkened patch of material on your underwear washes your face in pink and heat.

"you were saying?"

your stomach plummets, and you now register the coolness on your core. eric smiles, rolling up the material to shove it into his pocket.

"eric-" your fingers dig into his left forearm as they return to the wall by your head, his right carefully undoing his belt.

the clink of the metal followed by the zipper coming undone forms a knot in your stomach already, then his fingers coming to spread your neediness all over you forces a sharp whimper up your lungs.

"I've done nothing..." he shakes his head, sliding a single finger up and down your core. "and you are so wet."

he lifts his finger from under your skirt, his fingers glistening under the sharp, fluorescent lighting.

your hooded lids are just about tearing with the overwhelming ache that's throbbing through you, and he makes it worse by running his tongue all over his finger.

eric's pride swells when a whine escapes your throat, and he presses himself into you, chest against yours with his hands digging into your thighs. your arms circle around his shoulders, pulling him closer for a deep, slow kiss.

he prods against you, the throbbing ache spiking when his manhood rubs against your core. groaning into the kiss, your entire being squirms between him and the wall with the muffled music still blasting from the living room.

he doesn't bother to wait for you before he finds his manhood and aligns it with your entrance, gently prodding before sliding himself in like it was meant to be.

he buries himself inside you by holding your thighs around his hips even tighter, drawing a low and prolonged moan from your lips.

eric pulls away, pressing his forehead into yours to let you breathe. but he finds some kind of sadistic pleasure when he pulls his hips away, only to slam right back in, earning a sharp yelp from you.

"go any louder, princess, and i won't be the only one enjoying this."

he grins to himself, licking his lips before diving into your neck and picking at all the right spots. every kiss and nibble earned him a moan or a mewl and it ruins your pride over and over to know that you had just broken someone's heart tonight.

yet you were outside that someone's house, letting eric rail you like he owned you.

your fingers claw and grip at his shirt as you feel your back jerk and rock against the wooden plank. with every thrust he offers you, he sounds like he's laughing and panting at the same time, the hot breath on your neck making you writhe in a guilty pleasure.

he offers a few slower thrusts before grabbing your chin to look at him, eyes slightly fucked out and your thighs tired from keeping your body locked to his.

slowly pulling out and sliding back in, he takes the time to revel in the way your brows furrow and your lips fall apart, your curled hair now a mess around your chest and shoulders.

"that's it, princess," he leans into your ear and coos. "tell me how good that feels."

unable to form a coherent word in your head, you whine in response, pulling his face to yours and planting your lips onto his with every ounce of energy left in you.

his hands fumble under your skirt and find your sensitivity, pressing his thumb flat onto you. the pressure jerks you upwards and he takes the opportunity to reposition himself, changing the angle ever so slightly.

by some miracle, the tip of him buried inside you finds the magic spot, and when he picks up his pace, the knot starts to find you in eternal bliss.

eric pulls away again, huffing as he thrusts himself into you, fingers flicking and abusing you as if your legs weren't already shaking and convulsing around his hips.

"good girl," his breath is heavy on your jaw as he plants a few wet kisses there, his pants bringing you to some newer heights. your vision starts to fade into white with a few more thrusts and his fingers dig into your thighs when your lower body starts to spasm.

muscles flexing, your entire body squirms and trembles as you meet your high.

then eric hurriedly pulls out, the hot fluid dribbling all over the ground under you.

while you come down from your high, eric's strained grunts rumble through his torso under your arms. the vein that popped out on his neck was still there, and your senses only allow enough for you to focus on eric now.

he bites on his bottom lip and pushes his hair back with a deep inhale. he turns to you, eyes wide open and clear.

"not such an innocent princess now, are you?"

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[quindolyn]

hi can i request the maurauders going to see the reader do a musical like heathers or mean girls and they are just confused and turned on bc they didn't expect it to be this dirty (can lead to smut or not). luv you and hope you are taking care of yourself, if not go get something to eat, drink some water, take a nap, or do somthing you enjoy. or dont not trying to be pushy :)

Creature of the Night || Poly!Marauders

Word Count: 3029 (excluding song lyrics)

A/N: I think I liked how this turned out? I didn’t make it smut but it’s certainly suggestive, I went with Rocky Horror, I know that the musicals mentioned in the request are more modern but I fucking love Rocky Horror and I think it works with the request. When I first read this request I smiled so much because I love live theater, I don’t perform as much as I used to because as I progress with my education I’m focusing more on the stuff I can use to pad my resumes for college and stuff but I still love going to see productions. One of the worst parts of the pandemic for me has been not being able to go see shows, I miss it so much.

Warnings: theatre enthusiast reader, erections, suggestive material, song lyrics, slight teasing, wearing very little clothing in front of an audience, I believe that that is it

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The magic of the stage was second to none. Sure, Hogwarts may have had witches and wizards, subjects like Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts, and ghosts that spent their time meandering about the halls but there was always a part of you that looked forward to the summer between your years at Hogwarts. Because no matter how magical Hogwarts was, the theater always made you feel completely and utterly alive. 

Every summer since the one after your first year at what all of your muggle friends thought to be a very prestigious boarding school up in Scotland, you’d taken part in your local youth theater’s productions. Your parents both being muggles thought that it would be a great way for you to be able to stay in touch with your muggle origins. 

The first year you’d been far too nervous to actually audition for a role, the very thought causing bile to churn in your stomach and threaten to make you sick all over your kitchen floor when your father first pitched the idea. So instead you’d done costumes and it was the most wonderful experience of your life. 

Who needed drugs when you had live theater? The hustle and bustle behind the scenes was electrifying but after two summers of costuming, of quick changes in the wings, learning how to use the ancient sewing machines they stored in the depths of the storage rooms, and pulling pieces for the actors to try on you decided that you wanted to try something more.

The moment you had stepped onto the stage it was like you’d come to life and you cursed yourself for not taking the risk earlier. You belonged on the stage, with the harsh stage lights on you and pounds of makeup plastered onto your face you could feel the magic thrumming through your veins and it was addicting.

If it was possible, you were even more excited to perform this summer, the previous school year you’d finally gotten together with your long time best friends the Marauders, turning them from friends to your boyfriends.

When your mother had sent word of the production being put on this summer you’d squealed while seated next to James and across from Remus, who had Sirius hanging off of his side. After explaining to them, mostly Sirius and James really, just what live theater was their first reaction was to ask if they could come see you perform.

“I don’t even know if I’m going to be cast,” You had explained gently, not wanting to get their hopes up in case you weren’t cast this year.

“Bull shit of course you’re going to be the cast,” Sirius had contested through a mouthful of jam and toast, waving his hand theatrically through the air, watching him that day was not the first time you’d considered how the way he acted often reminded you of an over enthusiastic theatre major.

Remus, the only one with any knowledge on muggle theatre had snorted, wrapping an arm around Sirius’ waist to pull him closer to his body, “She’s not going to be the cast Pads, she’s going to be casted,” He’d corrected gently, pressing a kiss into his long, dark tresses.

“Whatever,” The smaller boy had grumbled, taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

Which brought you to where you were right now, five minutes to curtain touching up your make up in the mirror of the shared make-up room.

“Hey (L/N),” One of your cast mates called settling into the makeup chair next to you as she plucked a tube of dark red lipstick from the small canary colored makeup bag she had previously abandoned on the counter, “Your boyfriends coming tonight?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Yeah, they are,” You responded, applying mascara to your lashes.

“Excited to meet them, that photo you showed us,” She smiled, fanning her face with her hand, “Smoking,” She smiled, making eye contact with you in the mirror.

Rolling your eyes you ignored her comment, “It’s five minutes to curtain, you’re just now doing your make-up?” You chuckled, noticing her black face.

“Oh, shove it,” She laughed as you pushed yourself from your chair, traipsing out of the room, giving her the middle finger on your way out.

“Break a leg!” She called after you as the door latched shut.

You weren’t usually this nervous before a performance but knowing that your three boyfriends were sitting out there somewhere in the audience had you pacing back and forth backstage wondering what they were going to think of the whole production.

“Rocky Horror?” Sirius’ confusion evident in his voice as he plopped down in his seat next to Remus, throwing his arm around the werewolf’s shoulders, drumming his fingers on his clothed shoulder hidden behind his knitted cardigan.

“Yeah,” James collapsed into his chair on the other side of Remus, tucking one leg under his body, “No clue what it’s about but I’m sure our angel will be wonderful. Can you guys see her?” He straightened himself up in his seat, craning his neck in attempts to catch a glimpse of you.

Remus being the only one with any ties to the muggle world knew a bit about the show and had to do his very best to suppress a smirk from overtaking his face as he knew exactly what he and your other two boyfriends were getting themselves into. 

“Just hush up you two, the show’s gonna start any moment,” He scolded, patting his large, scarred hand on James’ thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Rem,” Sirius whined, puckering his lips and closing his eyes, signaling to his boyfriend that he wanted a kiss.

“My needy baby,” He crooned, leaning in to connect his lips with Sirius’ in a quick liplock before pulling back, allowing Sirius to drop his forehead to smear against his shoulder.

“That’s mean,” Sirius murmured discontentedly.

“Poor baby Pads,” James cooed mockingly.

“Both of you,” Remus hissed as the lights in the theatre dimmed, “The show’s about to start, be good for me and be quiet yeah?”

Their response came in their silence as the crowd started settling down and the music from the orchestra pit began a voice coming from somewhere out of sight as it was played through the speakers,

“Michael Rennie was ill

The day the earth stood still

But he told us where we stand”

Not 20 minutes into the show all three of them were as hard as rocks, James had already made Remus check the playbill for the name of the character you were playing, not being able to remember what you’d told them as all of his concentration was focused on a certain place.

Janet Weiss.

Remus couldn’t remember either, but he was almost certain that’s the name he could make out in the dark theatre, printed next to a picture of your smiling face.

When you’d stripped down to your underwear the boys could barely focus on the plot line of the show, only being able to watch the way your bare skin shone under the harsh light of the spotlights. Watching as sweat glistened on your skin, making you shine as you moved about the stage. 

Enchanted by the melodic cadence of your voice they all felt a certain jealousy burning deep in the pits on their stomachs at the thought that there were dozens of other people packed into that theater, all observing you in your vulnerable state of under dress. Only they got to see you like that.

Sirius missed much of the first act glaring at members of the audience who he deemed as looking at you for too long for his liking, but if you were being honest a 4th year smiling at you in the hallway was sometimes too long for his liking.

It wasn’t like any of them had never seen you naked before, in fact they’d all seen you naked more than their fair share of times but something about you on that stage in a white bra with a matching slip was driving them all crazy.

Especially Remus, whose ultimate weakness was seeing you in anything white which was one of the reasons you’d been so excited to invite them in the first place, knowing that they would be horny messes the entire time.

On stage you did your very best not to look out into the audience looking for them, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to stop a ginormous grin from forming on your face and you couldn’t afford to break character. Not if you wanted the night to go your way.

As the opening notes to “Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me”, rose from the orchestra pit you had trouble stopping a small smirk from pulling at your lips as you opened them, inhaling deeply before singing the first words of the song,

“I was feeling done in, couldn't win

I'd only ever kissed before”

Despite yourself you caught a glimpse of long dark hair in the audience, quickly taking a glance at Sirius’ face, eyes glazed over in lust, legs shifting uncomfortably with his mouth hanging wide open. 

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed another raven-haired boy’s mouth dropping as you shrugged off of your robe

“I thought there’s no use getting, into heavy petting

It only leads to trouble and, seat wetting

Now all I want to know, is how to go

I've tasted blood and I want more”

It was impossible to miss the way Remus’ jaw clenched as you laid your palm against Rocky’s chest, he was being played by your good friends who’d been working with the same theatre company as you since forever, he was like a brother to you. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t lay it on extra thick tonight with your boyfriends in the audience.

Tracing a dainty finger down Rocky’s chest you pushed your body against his singing out the next lyrics of the song,

“I've got an itch to scratch, I need assistance”

You turned you and your cast mate so that looking over his shoulder you were able to meet Remus’ eye, sending him a quick wink before focusing back in on Rocky.

“Toucha, toucha, toucha, touch me

I wanna be dirty

Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me

Creature of the night”

Pressing your back up against Rocky’s chest you guided his hands with yours to your breasts, squeezing them as you followed the choreography you knew by heart.

You ripped your slip from your body with the help of Rocky leaving you in only your white bra, matching panties and a pair of small heels as you paraded around stage, belting the suggestive lyrics into the theater.

“Then if anything grows, while you pose

I'll oil you up and rub you down (down, down, down)

And that’s just one small fraction, of the main attraction

You need a friendly hand, oh i need action”

You smirked, thinking about all of the action you’d be on the receiving end of later that night as you sunk to your knees in front of Rocky, your hands grasping his thighs. Deciding to tease them perhaps a little more than necessary as you went through the number, curling your leg around his and pressing your bodies together so that there was no space between your two questionably clothed bodies.

As the number was brought to a close it was impossible for you to ignore the excitement bubbling up inside of you as you continued your way through the show you kept throwing glances at your boyfriends, always finding their eyes already trained on you. More often than not, on some body part other than your face.

If your boyfriends thought that they had a bit of a problem before that song they were in a terrible predicament now.

Remus caught Sirius on multiple occasions trying to move the hand that he was holding to grope at his crotch as he tried to buck up into his boyfriend’s hand. And much to his own dismay, Remus would pull his hand away, thinking it probably wasn’t the best idea to give his boyfriend a hand job in a crowded theater. Knowing that he wouldn’t have to worry about James touching himself because he would never dream of disobeying him, Remus divided his attention between you on the stage and keeping Sirius in check.

Each of the boys were counting down the seconds until the show came to an end and they could get out of there and relieve some of their tension.  As the curtains were pulled closed they all breathed a sigh of relief before they reopened, leaving all three of them bewildered and slightly annoyed, even more so when they noticed everyone around them standing as they applauded the actors.

Remus forced both of them up when you rushed to the front of the stage, curtsying as the crowd went wild, your boyfriends most notably. As you took your bow you blew a kiss to your boyfriends taking note of the uncomfortable way they all stood, trying to adjust their erections to make them less noticeable while simultaneously applauding you.

As you cleared the stage after curtain call you took your time, doddling towards the dressing rooms where you had left the clothes you’d arrived at the theater in along with a special outfit you’d brought for after the show. Usually you were one of the first actors to clear the theater after a show but tonight you took your time. Hanging up your costume with more care than anyone really should treat any garment with and certainly more than what it needed. 

You smirked mischievously as you pulled the you’d brought outfit from your bag and shimmied it up your legs before slipping the delicate straps up your shoulders. You glimpsed yourself in the mirror, the red satin of the dress clinging to your curves in an attractive manner, short enough to display miles of legs and low cut enough to show off a decent amount of cleavage and perhaps a sighting of the matching red bra you were wearing beneath it.

Slinging the back of your black heels over the heel of your feet you snatched your purse from the armchair in your dressing room before striding out to go meet your boyfriends in the lobby, where you’d told them to wait for you.

Their heads all turned as they heard the clacking of your heels against the tile of the floor, “Boys,” You greeted as they unabashedly took in your new appearance.

As he most often was, Remus was the first one to collect himself, “Puppy, you were wonderful,” He praised, walking to meet you as you approached him, leaning down to smear a kiss against your cheek, “You did amazing up there, so proud of you,” He threw his arm around your waist as you walked towards Sirius and James.

“We got something for you,” He explained, his grip on your waist tightening, “Jamie give it to her, yeah?” 

“Oh yeah,” The smaller boy grinned, remembering the bouquet he held cradled in his arms as he handed it over to you, “Here you go angel.”

“Thank you Jamie,” You said as you took it from him, closing your eyes as you buried your nose in the sweet smelling flora. As you opened your eyes you made eye contact with Sirius, who stood across from you, practically drooling as he took in your appearance without any shame, “They smell wonderful.”

“You okay Si?” You asked, looking up through your eyelashes, batting them innocently.

“Like you don’t know exactly what you did up there to us (Y/N/N),” Remus whispered in your ear, pressing his nose into your temple.

“You guys are the ones who wanted to come,” You lilted, rubbing one of the velvety petals between the pads of your thumb and forefinger.

“Could’ve warned us,” James mumbled, his eyes not leaving your thighs as he licked his lips, if it were anyone else you would’ve been uncomfortable but you couldn’t help but feel flattered whenever any of them ogled you. 

“And what’s with the dress Pup?” Sirius nodded his head appreciatively towards your dress, obviously admiring the way it hung on your body.

“What, you don’t like it?” You asked with fake hurt in your voice, knowing that he more than liked it, he fucking loved it. 

“S’not that,” Remus mumbled, nosing at your jugular, “Just that whole show, got us a little bit worked up. We didn’t expect it to be so sexual Puppy,” He nodded towards James and that’s when you noticed the erection he was still sporting. 

“Got us really worked up, can we go home now?” James asked, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, trying to distract himself from his little problem.

“Jamie,” You whined, smiling wickedly, “I wanted to celebrate, I was thinking we could go eat somewhere, I was thinking maybe Thai food?”

You watched as Sirius ground his teeth, conflicted between needing to get home and not wanting to deny you from what you wanted. 

“Having fun teasing us Bunny?” Remus asked you with a sly smirk, knowing exactly what you were doing.

“M’not teasing,” You insisted, turning indignantly to your other boyfriend.

“Sure you aren’t,” He chuckled, “Thai sounds great (Y/N), wanna talk with you about the show,” The idea of teasing Sirius and James even longer was very appealing to Remus and he was ready to make the sacrifice of being teased himself, knowing that he’d be able to get back at you later that night.

“But-” James began.

“You wanna argue with me Jamie?” Remus challenged, raising a singular eyebrow.

“No,” He moped, “Of course not.”

“Good,” Remus said, nodding his head approvingly, “We wouldn’t wanna deny our Princess would we?”

James shook his head, eyes pleading, desperately seeking Remus’ approval.

“Pads?” Remus challenged, turning his attention to the other raven haired man.

“What? Oh um, of course not,” He agreed distractedly, dragging his eyes from your form to meet Remus’, his reluctance evident in his voice.

“Good,” Remus said pointedly, his eyes cold, daring Sirius to question him. When he didn’t the werewolf continued, “Let’s get going then, there’s a nice little restaurant a couple blocks away yeah?”

As you all hummed your consent you made your way to the exit, “Ten galleons if you can make James cum in his pants at dinner,” Remus whispered in your ear quietly enough so that  James and Sirius trailing behind you wouldn’t be able to hear you, you could hear the smirk in his voice as you exited the theatre.

“Deal.” This was going to be fun, you considered that you might have to invite them to come see the show again.

-pation

tagging: @randomoutsiders @weasleyposts @kittykylax @amourtentiaa @superbturtlemakerathlete

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[sapphicwhxre]

behind closed doors

♡ pairing: harry potter x reader x ginny weasley

♡ summary: ginny wants to add a third person to her sex life with harry and you make them both glad he said yes.

♡ requested: yes | no

♡ warnings: oh my god it's FILTH ─ swearing, threesome smut, oral sex (female & male receiving), face fucking, fingering, vaginal sex, praise/possession kink, scissoring, overstimulation, nipple play/praise, cum slut stuff but i got no clue what to tag that as. also i didn’t proofread or edit because if i reread any of this shit i know it won’t get posted LMAO

it was funny, really.

everyone thought the chosen one was this awkward, inexperienced git when it came to sex. and they all thought the youngest and only girl of the weasleys must be this pure little princess. but, they were oh so wrong and you knew that first hand.

you knew because harry was almost at his breaking point. he didn’t think there was anything as precious or plain sexy as ginevra weasley but merlin, did she have some odd kinks. he’d do them all for her, even enjoyed some of them. but this one had harry redder than dragon breath.

“ginny, i don’t want another guy with his hands on you when we’re being intimate!”

finally snapping, harry was flushed and frustrated. it was the second time ginny had brought up the possibility of bringing another person into their bedroom and harry did not see the appeal. the weasley girl perked an eyebrow, however, and laughed.

“who said anything about a guy, dear?” ginny toyed with a charm on the bracelet you’d given her and shook her head. “you know my friend, y/n, don’t you?”

the boy’s eyes widened behind his glasses and his mouth went a bit dry. “yes,” was all he managed, trying to remember what house you were even in. what he did remember was that you were quite the sight to look at.

ginny grabbed harry's hand, “we had a bit of a thing before you and i. she’s a fun person, she’d do it without any strings attached.”

how had harry had no idea that his girlfriend had been sleeping with y/n? and why did the idea of letting her into the equation arouse him so much? although surprised that ginny felt absolutely no jealousy or even batted an eye at the situation, he found himself grinning when ginny did at his sudden nod.

this was how you’d ended up with harry potter’s cock buried in your pussy while your face was in ginny’s. and right now, it wasn’t very funny at all. what it was fell under the category of fucking like heaven.

“oh, good girl, just like that, y/n!”

ginny moaned with her head thrown back. her eyes were rolling back into her head with every moan she heard from her boyfriend paired with the warm vibrations of yours meeting her pussy. “look so pretty, taking harry’s cock for us,” you responded to her dirty praise by a finger into her dripping cunt, your tongue still assaulting her folds and your ass in the air. she moaned even louder and barely made eye contact with harry, who was still thrusting into your clenching walls. “so good, y/n... blimey, gin, she’s so tight,”

“and ours,” the panting girl added, her hands now gripping your hair messily. “our pretty little slut, in’t that right, harry?” he agreed with a rather distracted grunt but ginny was too occupied to respond, screaming as you put your fingers as deep into her as you could, curling and pumping while your tongue kept adoring her clit. “oh, y/n, y/n, y/n,” it was impossible at this point to tell whose moans were whose and who was saying your name louder, but either way it was addicting.

“f-fuck!” you babbled incoherently, harry and ginny's names both getting lost on the way out of your mouth. harry burst into you with a final, shallow thrust, moaning like a porn star. your orgasm clenched your stomach and your walls tightened around harry’s dick while you came, the white liquid seeping out into ginny’s view. your breathy moan was hot on ginny’s throbbing pink pussy and the sight made her want to come, hard. you took your fingers away and instantly replaced them with your tongue. gripping her thighs tightly, you let all of her sweet cum enter your mouth and drip down your chin eagerly.

“oh, that’s a good girl,” ginny was breathing fast and giving both of you a toothy grin ─ one which you and harry returned. “how hot does she look, harry?”

“so hot,” harry gasped, forehead sweaty and cheeks flushed red. “so hot covered in our cum, she knows that, doesn’t she?”

nodding and flustered, you tried to gather yourself after being fucked and fucking ginny at the same time but you were flipped onto your back. a loud yelp caught both ginny and harry and they both wore different smirks on their face. harry's said he was nothing short of loving the experience and ginny was thinking of ways to make it better for the former... and herself.

“open,” she commanded, biting her bottom lip with the cockiest look on her face. without any hesitation, you spread your legs as wide as you could to let ginny do whatever she wanted with you. “good little girl, you’ll be rewarded,” she hummed and you were desperate to be touched again. “but first ‘m gonna let harry have a bit more fun, show him just how good you are with that pretty mouth.”

the messy haired boy was already pumping up and down his shaft, tip as pink as his cheeks. “open?” harry’s request was softer but in some way, just as sexy as ginny’s. you parted your lips just enough to take his tip between them and sucked softly, eyes intent on harry while you did so. his were already scrunched in need and you made your way down, cum covered lips and saliva wetting his dick for you to suck him better. with hollowed cheeks, you bobbed up and down on his length, feeling more and more satisfied with his bucks hitting your throat. even gagging on his cock and nose hitting right above where he was slapping against his own skin, you moaned and sucked until ginny spit on your cunt.

“oh,” you let out muffled on harry. no longer watching you two, ginny was lowering her own pussy onto yours and the heat of both your aroused cunts felt heavenly. you whimpered with your lips around harry, tears streaming down your face, hoping to be touched by ginny. your wish was granted as you moaned muffled again and she sank onto you, using your thigh to ride your pussy. clits rubbing against one another with deliciously rough friction, cock all the way into your mouth, you saw stars. it didn’t even matter whose cum was dripping down your leg when the pleasure you felt was so mindblowing and harry was spilling his seed down your throat. “good little cum slut,” ginny rubbed your clit harshly.

“ginny, this is so good,” you groaned, on the verge of a sob, “but ‘m too sensitive, just let me please you guys,”

as if you’d told a funny joke, she laughed and turned to harry. “your turn baby, i want that pretty, pretty mouth back between my legs now that she’s all swollen and sexy,”

“poor thing,” harry chuckled at your scream when he attached his mouth to your soaked and abused pussy. his hands yanked you by the ass and he ate you out like you were a fucking pumpkin pasty. ginny lowered to sit this time on your mouth, facing harry’s buried head. whimpering almost pitifully, though extremely sexy to the couple you were pleasing, your tongue took messy movements to ginny’s pussy.

she was so wet that it didn't matter how out of it the sensations had you, your open mouth on her core was enough to have ginny spitting moan after moan. “cum now, y/n, i know you’ve got another one left in you,” harry cooed. you couldn’t even object with your mouth so preoccupied and all coherent thoughts being smashed by harry’s tongue fucking your hole. “that's it,” his teeth grazed you while you came and your sob on ginny’s pussy sent her to the very edge of her orgasm.

right then and there, she could have orgasmed all over your flushed face but she held on and took her pale fingers to your breasts. “i think she’s got one more in her harry, fuck her one more time,” she purred, hips bucking on your lips. the strangled moan you exhaled made harry beam while he prepared to enter you again. “you love it, don't you?” your mouth tasting between ginny’s slick folds wouldn’t let you scream his name, but you desperately wanted to when harry pushed all of his inches into you. “being just a pretty cum slut?”

in only a minute, ginny’s release washed over your face and flooded your senses. all you tasted was the last ginny had before she collpased beside you, panting heavily. she watched as harry kept fucking you like you were theirs. “pretty tits bouncing, shame we didn't give ‘em too much attention,” she chirped. your teary eyes widened, you weren’t sure if you could take ginny touching your breasts on top of harry pounding into you. but you desperately wanted to.

it must have showed in your eyes, or admittedly, in ginny’s desire because she wrapped her lips around one of your nipples and pinched the other one before switching to soft flicking. “so tasty,” she alternated, praising both your tits with her skilled fingers and warm mouth. about to coax you into your orgasm, you finished loudly and harry let himself release the second that you did. pulling out, he found his way next to ginny and wrapped his hands around her waist while she focused on your tits, tired yet euphoric. “aren’t they perfect?” ginny hummed contently and released them, and harry stroked your hair and ginny's.

“y’know, perfect’s just one word i’d use for this.”

the lovely filth of having the wild versions of harry potter and ginny weasley all to yourself were some of your best nights, you often thought. though you supposed deep down that they were the ones who had you to themselves, you didn’t care. what mattered much more was that you ─ and certainly ginny and harry ─ were quite glad that you were their good, little slut.

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[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 6

Request: Yes or No

I don't know shit about science and it's pretty obvious lmao. Filler chapter

~

You opened the cold water bottle, shoulders slumping in relief as you drank the water. Dr. Cho approached you with a smile, holding a clipboard.

"I wish Dr. Banner were here to see this." She said, a sad look crossing over her features. Everyone was worried about him. Hulk and Bruce barely ever worked together.

"I have a theory that you won't age naturally." Dr. Cho said, placing her clipboard down. Your brows furrowed, glancing at the clipboard.

"It's just a theory for now. As you get older, your powers will grow. When you were a child, could you control roots?" Dr. Cho asked, picking up a notebook and clicking a pen.

"Uhm.. I healed a cat with a broken leg and never did it again." You told her, watching her nod and write on the paper.

"What happened when you did it?"

You frowned, hearing the pained mews coming from the small cat. It was still young, most likely an juvenile. You sat down beside the cat, reaching out and gently stroking its head. You looked at its broken leg, reaching out and hovering over the leg. You felt a tingling sensation, seeing the grass lean towards the leg and slowly turn brown. Your head tilted, the sound of the cats mews slowly stopped. You watched it stand and sniff its leg, turning to you and purring softly.

"If the grass turned brown.. It could've been dying. It means you healed the cat by taking the life of the grass." Dr. Cho said, continuing to write.

"Will I be able to do it again?" You asked, head tilting. Dr. Cho nodded, looking up at you. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, glancing at the clipboard.

"How did you control the roots?"

"They were a fear reaction. I used them everytime I got scared.. It happened so much that I guess I eventually got control of them." You answered, looking down at the root bracelets. Dr. Cho nodded, tapping the pen against the notebook.

"Being able to open the ground.. That might've been an adrenaline rush reaction." Dr. Cho said, writing down a note on the clipboard.

"Extra training for the adrenaline?"

"Yes." Dr. Cho chuckled as you groaned, shoulders slumping. She licked her lips, clearing her throat.

"I also wonder if your powers extend past plants and Earth. Water, fire, and air are all natural things. With water comes ice, with air comes storms, with fire comes lava. The possibilities are endless." There was wonder and excitement in her eyes.

"So, you're saying (Y/N) is gonna be the next Avatar?" You turned towards Sam, chuckling softly.

"Hey, bird boy." You greeted, giving him a smile. Sam took a seat beside you on the bed, watching Dr. Cho. She was called somewhere else, giving a small nod before walking away.

"Guess we should start officially calling you Mother Nature." Sam said, grinning as he bumped his shoulder with yours.

"If what the doc said was true.. You're gonna be powerful as fuck." Sam pointed out, noticing your nervousness.

"Yeah.. I just.. Could I handle that?"

"(Y/N), you were literally on a floating rock fighting a robot army. You're more than ready. Plus, I'll be here to help and so will your girlfriend."

"Wanda is not my girlfriend, Sam." You huffed lightly, looking away from him. Sam hummed, nodding slowly. You slid off the bed, looking at him.

"Wanna help me try out some powers?" You asked. Sam nodded, following you out of the room and the new facility.

"Let's try out this idea I have."

"I don't like your ideas, Sam." You watched him with a small frown. Sam simply chuckled in return, justifying your concern.

"Oh." You said softly, watching him pick up a rock. Sam's grin widened as he tossed the rock and caught it. He suddenly threw it, hitting your stomach. It didn't hurt but it still caught you off guard.

"Expect the unexpected, (Y/N)!" Sam called, collecting more rocks and throwing them. You dodged some, getting hit by others. You huffed, thrusting your hand forward and feeling a gust of wind go by. Your eyes widened, watching Sam fly back. You laughed, jogging over to him. Sam groaned, sitting up.

"Not what I had in mind."

"Expect the unexpected, Sam." You chuckled, helping him up. Sam dusted off his back and legs, rubbing his back.

"How'd you do that?"

"No clue but it'll probably take ages for me to do it again." You sighed, looking back at the facility. You noticed Wanda exiting, using her powers to fly over.

"What are you boys up to?" Wanda questioned, noticing Sam rubbing his back.

"Testing some things out." You answered, patting Sam's shoulder. Wanda cocked a brow, unconvinced.

"(Y/N) can control.. The wind, I guess." Sam told her, straightening his back and wincing.

"Felt like I got bodyslammed by Dwayne Johnson." Sam breathed out, touching his chest. You let out a soft laugh, smiling softly.

"Sorry, Sam. You're a great target though." You shrugged lightly, earning a glare from him. Wanda looked down at the scattered rocks, brows furrowing.

"Uhm-"

"Sam definitely bullied kids during dodgeball." You crossed your arms, hearing him snicker.

"Dodgeball was the only time you could hit another student on purpose and not get in trouble." Sam said, picking up the rocks and looking them over.

"Wanna give it another go, Aang?" Sam asked, quirking a brow. You nodded, watching him hum and back up a few feet.

"Why don't you search for that sensation you get with roots? Focus on the rocks and look for it." Wanda advised, backing away so she wouldn't accidentally get hit. Sam licked his lips, tossing the rocks again. You focused on them, dodging them out of instinct. You held your hands up infront of you, swallowing before you felt it. You clenched your fist, watching the rock stop midair. Sam grinned and clapped.

"I see you, Aang!"

"Shut up, Sam." You laughed, reaching out with your other hand and letting the rock drop. You held the rock, looking it over.

"How the hell am I supposed to focus on air? It's all around us. I was able to focus on objects but.." You sighed, looking at the two.

"This is an accomplishment, (N/N)." Wanda pointed out, gently grabbing your arm. "Don't sulk over things you haven't even tried out yet."

"Yeah, Negative Nancy." Sam walked towards you, smiling as he pointed at the rock.

"You made this freeze in the air. How many people on this Earth can do that?" Sam cocked a brow. You bit back a smile, nodding. You licked your lips, looking back down at the rocks on the ground. You unclenched your hands, staring down at the rocks until they began to levitate. A small giggle left you as you watched them rise up.

"The kids are gonna freak out when they find out." You whispered, suddenly moving your hand forward and watching the rocks fly into the forested area.

"I should probably let Dr. Cho know about the new discoveries." You said, giving them a smile. Wanda hummed.

"I'll go with you." She offered. You nodded, glancing at Sam who gave you a knowing look. You scoffed softly and turned away from him, heading back. Wanda walked along beside you.

"I never properly thanked you for.. For everything. You helped a lot back when.." Wanda trailed off, swallowing. You nodded in understanding. The wound was still fresh.

"Anytime, Wanda." You said softly, offering a small smile. Wanda returned it, looking forward. She cleared her throat, fiddling with her fingers.

"I was wondering if you'd like to.. Have coffee sometime?" Wanda asked. You tilted your head, brows furrowing as you looked at her.

"We always have coffee together, Wanda."

"Yes, but.." Wanda licked her lips, avoiding your gaze as she thought about her next words.

"I believe Wanda is trying to ask you out on a date, (Y/N)." You both flinched at the sound of Visions' voice, turning to face him.

"My apologies." He said, giving a small nod. His gaze flickered between you and Wanda, though it lingered on Wanda longer. You cleared your throat, glancing at a flushed Wanda.

"Uhm, thank you, Vis."

"I couldn't help but notice what you did with the rocks. Is it something new?" Vision asked curiously. You nodded.

"Yeah, uhm.. Dr. Cho had some theories and I was trying them out. She believes there's a lot more to my powers than controling trees." You explained. Vision hummed.

"Fascinating." Vision mumbled, nodding. "That would make you an elemental, correct?"

"Yeah.." You slowly nodded, surprised the term hadn't come to mind sooner.

"Well, good luck." Vision gave a polite smile, walking towards the doors and phasing through them.

"He's gonna give someone a heart attack one of these days." You breathed out. Wanda chuckled.

"He means well." She looked at you, smiling. You nodded, opened the door and letting Wanda walk in first. You entered and searched for Dr. Cho, finding her and telling her about the new ability. After she walked away, you turned towards Wanda.

"We can have coffee tomorrow."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #avengers #avengers x male reader #avengers x you #avengers x reader #marvel #marvel x male reader #marvel x reader #marvel x you #natasha romanoff #x barton reader #steve rogers #bruce banner #helen cho #sam wilson #vision #wanda maximoff #tony stark

[lydias--stiles]

jiara | drabble | post-s2 + john b is oblivious™ | title: changes // david bowie

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John B had no clue when it happened, but suddenly he couldn't unsee it, and by then it was almost too embarrassing to ask.

Sarah has told him he was the biggest dreamer of all the Pogues (“And I love that about you! I swear!”), but that those tendencies usually made him understand the joke... last. Or apparently, how in the hell JJ and Kie got together.

He knew they were close — duh, P4L — but he had never made the connection that sharing a J would lead to Kie throwing her legs across JJ's lap and giggling in his shoulder. Yeah. Kie was giggling now.

It started when they were rescued from the island and resumed normal life, or as normal as a life for a Pogue good be. Sarah broke into her trust fund to afford an apartment for her and Cleo, Kie and Pope went home to their family, and JJ and John B found their way back to the Château. They all clung together, but he reckoned he'd been more focused on Sarah — they decided to lay off on the husband and wife thing for a bit — that he didn't notice JJ and Kie hanging out alone.

But Pope knew. Cleo knew. And Sarah definitely knew.

John B gawked at the pair from the threshold of the Château, perfectly able to see them snuggled up in the hammock. Sarah appeared behind him.

“What're you looking at?” she asked.

“Uh...” He scratched his cheek, confused. “JJ and Kiara... apparently.”

“Oh, yeah,” she breezily retorted, making him gaze at her in surprise. “They're cute, huh?”

“Whoa, you knew?!”

The girl chuckled and moved back inside. He followed her. “You didn't?”

“No!” he exclaimed. “Wha– what about Pope?”

“I mean... it doesn't seem like Pope really cares,” she shrugged. Rummaging through the kitchen cabinets, she found a bag of tortilla chips and then went searching for salsa. “How did you not know?”

“'Cause I'm focused on you!” His arms spread out, unsure why he was so shocked, or if he was maybe ashamed he didn't see that JJ was whipped for Kie.

It actually made sense. They were both super slow, smoked weed and made the same terrible jokes. He was bad, but the two of them together? Worst fucking comedy special.

Dumping the chips in a bowl, Sarah sent him a sweet smile. The bandana necklace laid comfortably on her skin. “You should talk to JJ, after Kie's gone home. They probably thought you were aware of it all.”

If he really thought about it, he guessed he always kind of knew. They all, at one point, had a crush on her, but he never considered her to be attainable. (“No Pogue on Pogue macking!”) But JJ? He always flirted. He always looked at her, went for her, sought her out. Of course JJ liked her.

And the fact that Kie allowed JJ to pursue her, meant that their relationship was a big fucking deal. This was no summer fling.

(Man, John B really needed to get his head out of the clouds.)

“How long have you known?” he eventually asked, when both were seated outside on the plastic chairs. The couple swung nearby, their voices hushed and their laughter chiming in the sweet, humid air.

Sarah pondered for a moment. Her head was tilted towards the sun, its light filtering through the trees, and he wondered if JJ had that moment as well — where he looked at Kie and felt that quiet awe washing over him; what he always felt around Sarah.

“Well, Kiara's hot, he'd be an idiot if he wasn't into her,” she began, causing him to chuckle. “but... I think on the lifeboat? When Kiara saved him?”

He frowned. “Anyone of us would've saved him.”

“It's what happened when he gained consciousness, John B,” she gently explained. “He looked at her like she was a literal goddess. Major heart-eyes.”

“Really?”

“You are so blind!” she laughed. Her hand reached out to graze beneath his eyes. “Do you need glasses?”

“Bro! John B needs fuckin' glasses!” JJ yelled, having caught the tail end of their conversation. Kie's bright face popped up beside him.

“He's always squinting at the board,” Kie added. “At first it's endearing, but now...”

“Thanks, guys,” John B deadpanned, “so supportive.”

The two crawled out the hammock at the sight of the chips and six-packs of beers.

“What were you guys talking about?” John B casually probed as they plopped down opposite of them. Cleo and Pope would probably be here soon.

They shared a look, something he couldn't read — oh, man, they had their own lingo already? — and then JJ uttered, “Surfing.”

“Surfing?”

“That's it?” Sarah mused.

“And beaches. And bunk beds,” JJ continued with a lazy drawl. Kiara rolled her eyes and mumbled seriously? at Sarah, to which the girl grinned and shrugged.

Slapping her hand over JJ's mouth, Kie said, “It's just a dream at this point, but, like, maybe going on a surf trip one day.” A wry smile ticked up her lips. “With the gold we don't have.”

“Fuckin' Cameron,” JJ grumbled. “No offense, Sarah.”

“None taken.”

John B smirked, “She's a Routledge now.”

Sarah grimaced. “Really?”

“Babe!”

“It's a very specific name, JB,” she tried, but her amusement gave her away. There it was, exposed: he had a shit last name.

After Pope and Cleo arrived, they all moved to the boat and went out for a relaxed day in the marsh; free of dead bodies for once. John B lived for these days — him and his family, forged in fire and blood and shit talking, lounging in the sun as Kie played Marley from her speaker and passed the J around the group. Salt pricked his tongue and the buzz of booze got him all competitive with the boys.

Carpe diem, or whatever.

And that was when he got a clear picture of them. Of Kie and JJ curled together, her giggling in his shoulder and his wide grin solely fixed on her, how she later snatched the trucker hat from his head and used it to hide a smooch.

Sarah whistled regardless, Cleo catcalling along as John B snuck a glance at Pope. He seemed fine, like Sarah had said. Smiling, laughing, his face tilted to the sun and completely unbothered.

Damn, he'd been so clueless.

He carefully approached the subject that night, the two standing side by side in the cramped bathroom brushing their teeth. “So... you and Kie.”

“Yup,” he quipped.

“Cool.”

JJ eyed him through the mirror. “You good, bro?”

John B smirked, leaning against the wall. “Yeah. I just thought that 'door was closed'.”

“You and me both,” the boy puffed. It could be the piss yellow lighting, but John B believed he spotted a slight flush on the boy's cheeks.

He kept pushing. “So? It's going well? Gimme something, JJ.”

He was gone when Kie and Pope were trying to make it work and JJ never had a legit girlfriend (Haley from second grade didn't count), so he felt like he had to make up for lost time. JJ was his fucking brother. If someone had to act like a little shit, it was him.

His blue eyes narrowed to slits. Spitting out the toothpaste, he wiped off his mouth and didn't lose his distinct JJ swagger as he said, “She drives me damn crazy, but it's worth it. That enough?”

John B grinned. That was more than enough. His thumb and index finger pressed together and mumbled a toothy goodnight, shouldering past the blonde to his bedroom.

Kiara and JJ together. Maybe the biggest twist of all.

#jiara #obx fanfiction #outer banks #still figuring out their voices yikes

[crashdevlin]

Fool For Love 10- Compromising

Fool For Love Series Masterlist , Fool For Love Story Masterlist

Author’s Note: Get ready for some heavy angst and some angry alpha Dean acting an ass. This series is also available on Archive.

Summary: Sam is determined to fix things between his brother and their omega, but with Dean stuck in his self-hatred and Y/n stuck in her self-pity, that's a little harder than it seems.

Pairing: former Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, mentions of Beta!OMC x Beta!Reader

Word count: 3261

Story Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, angst, past kidnapping, Dean having no clue how to fix shit, some awkwardness, 18+! HERE BE SEX!! DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!! knotting sex, heat, oral (fem rec)

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“Thank you, Sam. I really could have figured it out myself, though,” Y/n said as Sam set the LOMMARP down in her living room.

"Well, I know, but I wanted to help," he said as he stepped back to examine the placement. He bit the inside of his lip for a moment before he cleared his throat. "And, uh, I didn't end up putting it together. It was Dean."

She looked away and sighed. "Yeah,” she responded softly. “I can smell him on it."

"He told me not to tell you, but I didn’t want to lie.”

“Well, thanks for respecting me enough not to lie,” she said, turning away from the bookshelf and sitting on the couch.

“Of course I resp-” Sam took a deep breath. “Y/n, I know that you were burned by Dean’s-”

“I was destroyed by Dean,” she interrupted. “He killed me and then he killed my boyfriend and then he killed my beta existence.”

Sam’s shoulders tightened with tension. “You chose to become an omega again. It wasn’t him.”

“No, it was you,” she reminded, softly. “And yeah, some of it was me. I convinced myself that it was the right thing to do, so I’m at fault for my condition too, but the simple fact of it is that none of this would have happened if Dean hadn’t killed me two years ago.”

Sam took a deep breath and sat next to her on the couch. “You need to talk to him.” She looked over, her eyebrow raised. “Look, I’m very happy to have this time where it’s just you and me and you act like the sun shines out of my ass, but…” Sam licked his lips as he ran his fingers through his hair. “You love Dean and Dean loves you and don’t argue about it because being mad at him for what he’s done doesn’t change the fact that you love him.”

She looked away from him and scratched at her neck so Sam set his hand on her knee. “You wouldn’t have saved him if you didn’t still love him. I know you’re angry. I’m angry too. We lost out on two years with you because Dean fucked up, but we can get past it. We can get past the anger and find the love again...but not if you don’t talk to him.”

"Talking to him is...too hard, Sam."

"No, it's not. I'll be with you. Come on, Y/n." He squeezed her knee and she sighed.

"Okay. But not here...and not at the Bunker. Neutral ground."

Sam smiled. "I know just the place."

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"The park, Sam? Really?" Dean bitched as he parked the Impala and looked around the parking lot for a sign of Y/n.

"It's neutral, Dean. It's not her place. It's not our place," Sam explained as he pushed open his door and climbed out. "Plus, it's open air so no one can claim that pheromones played a part in the discussion. It’s the best place for this."

Dean rolled his eyes and exited the Chevy, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets and sighing. "This is not gonna work."

"Yes, it will. She still loves you. It'll work," Sam promised, walking away toward the picnic area.

"Would you forgive me for all the crap I pulled on-"

"I already have." Dean looked over at Sam, confused, but Sam was looking ahead to where Y/n was sitting at the nearest picnic table. Sam took the spot on the bench next to Y/n and Dean took the middle of the bench on the other side.

Dean's eyes couldn't lift from the table top as Y/n looked over at him, waiting patiently. She knew well how hard it was for Dean to speak on his emotions. "Sorry" would come easily. Admitting when he's messed up was easy for him, but talking out the whys was always hard.

Awkward silence dragged out over a few long moments, Sam opening his mouth to try start the conversation but thinking better of it each time. Dean reached out to pick at a splinter in the wood, absent-mindedly playing with it as Y/n watched.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I-I know that doesn’t mean anything but I am so sorry, Y/n.” He finally looked up and caught her eyes, tears making his olive orbs shine even brighter. “I’m so sorry about everything. I wish I had helped you when you were sick and I wish I had been able to walk away when I found out you were alive. I’m sorry I-I went feral and fucked your entire life up. What I did to your fiance...he didn’t deserve that. He just fell in love with the most wonderful woman in the world and that wasn’t his fault. He didn’t deserve what I did and I’m so sorry.”

Y/n shook her head, anger dripping into her scent. “He didn’t get the chance to actually be my fiance, Dean. You beat him to death before I even had the chance to say ‘yes’.” Tears filled her eyes at the memory of Malcolm covered in blood with his face smashed. “He was a good man. All he ever did was love me, support me, lift me up. And you killed him. You killed him. How is sorry supposed to fix that?”

“It’s not,” Dean answered, shaking his head. “It’s not supposed to fix anything. But I been…” He took a shaky breath and let his tongue out to run along his bottom lip. “Since I woke up and realized what I did, I’ve been sick about it. I ruined everything for you and I ruined everything again after you worked so hard to put together a good life without us and…” He shook his head as tears finally fell. “I’m so sorry.”

"Yeah, me too. I'm sorry I was so forgettable that you could toss me aside so easily. I'm sorry I picked beta existence instead of Chuck just taking my marks because if I'd chosen the first option, I'd be the only one affected. Malcolm would still be alive and you never would have gone feral, because you wouldn't be mated anymore." Dean's bottom lip trembled as she stood. "Would've been better for everyone."

"Y/n," Sam started but she shook her head and leaned over Dean.

"I was raped by a demon because of you and you never touched me again after. Do you even understand what that did to my self-worth? Do you understand that I thought I was ruined because my alpha wouldn't touch me? How broken I already was about what that monster did and how I felt so destroyed-"

"It was Amara, Y/n, she got in my head and-"

"And you couldn’t push through it. Not for me…and you couldn’t tell me why and you could-" Dean stood and moved like he was going to grab her, but stopped and stepped back instead. She let out a deep breath and licked her lips. "You hurt me in a hundred ways, Dean."

"I know. I wish I could fix it."

"You're talking again. That's a start," Sam said, moving to stand too.

"Right. A start." Y/n cleared her throat and wiped at her eyes. "I'm, um, gonna get going. I've got work in a half hour."

"Okay," Sam said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and kissing the top of her head. "Love you. Text me?"

"Yeah," she agreed before nodding at Dean and walking toward the parking lot.

The brothers watched her walk away until they couldn't see her anymore. "Told you it wouldn't work," Dean grumbled before walking away.

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"I was thinking we could do dinner...with Dean," Sam suggested as he brought Y/n a cup of coffee. "It's been a few days, you've calmed down. I know you've been thinking about his apology, right?"

She rolled her eyes and took a sip of the coffee. "Yeah. I guess I've been thinking but...it’s...I’m just tired of...compromising, I guess?”

“Compromising?” Sam asked, shaking his head a little.

“Putting aside my feelings and my desires to be...because omegas make things easier, omegas soothe and fix, omegas-”

“You don’t have to-”

“Of course, I do. I’m the omega, it’s my lot in life.” She cleared her throat. “It’s fine. I’m...it’s fine. Let’s just...if you want to have dinner with Dean, we can have dinner with Dean.”

“If you don’t want to, then-” Sam started.

“What I want doesn’t matter,” she dismissed.

“Yes, it does!” Sam argued. “Of course, it does, Y/n.”

“No, it doesn’t, because what I want in my head is a different thing than what I want in my body and my body is going to win out in the end because of these stupid fucking marks.” She closed her eyes tight and scratched her nails across her eyebrows. “It’s okay. It’s fine. Call Dean. We’ll do B&E, get some pizza or something.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I’m sure. Gonna have to fix things eventually, right?”

Sam nodded and pulled out his phone.

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Dean was nervous as he pulled into the restaurant parking lot. He wasn’t sure why he kept letting Sam talk him into this stuff. Y/n was never going to forgive him. She shouldn’t. He fucked up. He fucked everything up. He ruined everything.

She was sitting at a booth with Sam when he walked into the pizzeria. Dean swallowed thickly and approached the booth, taking the seat on the opposite side. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Sam and Y/n echoed.

“Have we, uh, have we ordered?”

“No. Figured we should wait. That’s the polite thing, right?” Y/n asked, looking down at the tabletop.

Dean bit his bottom lip and shook his head with a sigh. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this. You’re obviously uncomfortable and-”

“I’m on the edge of my first heat in years,” Y/n interrupted. “I can feel it starting to claw at my insides. Little cramps, uncomfortable anxiety...it’s just been a while since I felt it, okay? That’s why I’m on edge.”

Dean nodded. “Sorry. I...I couldn’t smell it over Sammy’s scent. I...I hope...I mean...I don’t suppose you’re excited about it, but...Sam’s gonna be good to take care-” The powerful way Y/n rolled her eyes stopped Dean mid sentence.

“Sam won’t be enough, dumbass.”

“Y/n,” Sam chastised quietly and Y/n rolled her eyes again.

“He is. If he’s already forgotten how I almost died last time,” Y/n snapped.

“I didn’t forget,” Dean said, softly, picking at his paper napkin. “I just figured you’d wanna go as long as possible without touching me. Figured I’d be a last-ditch effort, keep yourself away from me until you absolutely have to-”

“You think I’d rather subject myself to rejection sickness for a while instead of having sex with you? You think I hate you so much that I’d put myself through that pain again?” she asked, seriously. Dean just shrugged, still not looking at her. She sighed and shook her head. “If I hated you, I’d’ve let you die...feral and lost. I don’t hate you...much as I want to.”

"So...you don't hate me?" Dean asked, shyly.

"I wish I did. I really tried." Y/n shook her head and picked up her drink. "I tried to hate you when you said I wasn't really dying and I tried to hate you in Seattle and I tried to hate you when Sam asked me to save you, but I couldn't. Even after what you did to Mal...I couldn’t." Y/n took a sip as Sam wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "There was so much potential in our relationship. We got through you being a demon and the Mark making you dark...we could have gotten through anything together."

"'Til I killed you," Dean whispered. "And I did. I killed you, Y/n. I'm the reason you left and Chuck found you and I'm so sorry." He looked up and caught Y/n's eyes. "I'm sorry I'm the reason your family thinks you're dead and I'm sorry I hurt you so badly. I'm so sorry."

The server walked up as Y/n opened her mouth to reply, so she stopped. They ordered their food and fell into a tense silence that followed them across the entire meal. Y/n cuddled closer to Sam as they ate. She was feeling needy, her abdomen cramping more the longer she was around her alphas, but she was doing her best to ignore it. She wasn't exactly happy to be reduced to base animal cravings again and she planned to fight it until the fever hit.

Dean picked pepperoni off of his pizza and sneaked looks across the table. "You should hate me," he whispered eventually. "I do."

"You hated yourself before all this," Y/n snapped.

“Yeah.” Dean nodded and stood, tossing a twenty dollar bill on the table. “It made sense then, too.”

Sam stood as Dean started to walk away from the table. “We’ll call you when she starts her heat.”

“Not until she really needs me, Sammy. You should take care of her needs. I don’t deserve-”

Sam shook his head. “She’ll need you faster than you think she will. First heat. It’s just like a first heat, Dean.”

Dean sighed. “Just call me when she needs me. I don’t deserve to touch her.”

“Coward,” Y/n whispered as Dean walked out of the restaurant.

Sam sat next to her and kissed her forehead. “It’ll be okay. We’ll get you through this.”

“Don’t really have much of a choice, do we?”

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Y/n’s temperature spiked as Sam drove her to her house. She squirmed in the passenger seat of the classic pickup truck as she rolled the window down to get air circulating in the cab.

"God, this feels almost as bad as…" she whimpered, curling in on herself.

"As bad as?" Sam asked, reaching over to set his hand on her thigh.

"The first one. The night at the bar," she whined, spreading her legs in silent invitation. Sam slipped his hand further up her thigh and pressed the seam of her jeans into her mound. She grabbed his hand, grinding against it as she made him put more pressure on her. "It's so overwhelming."

"I'll take care of you, Y/n," Sam promised, rubbing at her clit through her jeans.

She was a sweating mess of pheromones by the time Sam got her to her house. Sam held his breath as he moved to pick her up and help her out of the truck. If he breathed in the powerful scent of her, he likely wouldn't make it inside with her. He didn’t need her neighbors to witness him knotting her on the front lawn. She clung to him as he helped her inside, pulling her keys out of her jacket and opening the door. She whined his name as he helped her in and immediately turned right into the bedroom.

They hadn't done more than kiss and grope each other since she came back to Lebanon. Dean had gone further than Sam. As Sam grabbed her head and pressed a fierce kiss to her lips, she clawed at her clothes, desperate to be free of the constricting material. Sam grabbed the collar of her t-shirt and tugged, growling as she gasped against his mouth.

"Pants off. Bed," he commanded, pulling at his own clothes. She scrambled to kick her shoes off and fumbled with the button of her jeans as she stumbled backward toward the mattress. “I’ve been thinking about this for months. Getting between those legs again, listening to you whine. Tasting you. Fuck, I missed the way you taste.”

“Alpha, please,” she whined, dropping back onto the bed and spreading her legs for him.

“God, you are so beautiful,” he whispered, joining her on the bed. He was overwhelmed by the way she smelled and how she looked, sweating and spread out before him. He ran his hand across her collarbone and down into the valley between her breasts, loving the way she pressed herself closer to him. “I’m going to make you feel better, Omega.”

Sam leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly despite the desire to bite down and make her squirm. Her hand came down and buried in his hair as he laved his tongue over her skin, making the sensitive skin pucker at the attention. Sam couldn’t put into words how much he’d missed the scents and sensations attacking his brain in that moment. A million memories assaulted him as he kissed his way down her body to lick his way along her mound. This was Heaven for Sam. Hearing her noises, hearing her gasps, feeling her fingers grabbing his scalp like her life depended on it, as he feasted on her slick. He wanted nothing more for the rest of his life.

When she came apart on his tongue, he immediately climbed up her body and looked down into her lust-glazed eyes. “Do you want to present or...or should I take you like this or-”

“Let me ride.”

Sam’s cock twitched at the breathless request and he nodded before dropping to the bed beside her. He licked his lips and brushed his hair out of his face as she set her hands on his chest and moved to straddle him. She looked apprehensive for a moment before reaching down and lining his cock up with her entrance. He put his hand over hers on his chest and smiled up at her. “It’s okay, ‘mega.”

She leaned down and kissed him as she started working her way down his shaft. Thick alpha cock filling her up was exactly what she needed and she sighed in relief when he bottomed out inside of her. “Fuck, Sam.”

“You feel perfect, baby. Such a beautiful omega, so tight and wet. Perfect,” Sam praised as she started to roll her hips.

She wouldn’t have admitted to it in Seattle, but she missed this kind of sex. She missed an alpha dick in her, knot swelling at the base. She couldn’t say she dreamed of it, she hadn’t had any sexual dreams. But she did think about it. She thought about Sam and she thought about his brother, her original alpha, her original love. She missed them both. She missed this.

Sam let her work herself into a frenzy. He let her ride as fast as she wanted to. He let her slam her body down on him and only gave quick thrusts every once in a while to let her know he was enjoying himself as much as she was. When his knot started to fill, she leaned down to kiss him again, nails digging into the back of his neck as she finally fell over into oblivion. Sam reached down to grab her hips and braced his feet against the mattress as he started to thrust up into her, chasing his own ending, wanting nothing more than to knot her once more.

His knot caught and they both moaned loudly, kissing as he continued to try to thrust, his cock twitching inside of her. They were dripping sweat and satisfaction as she dropped to lie against his chest. “That...was amazing,” she whispered, panting harshly.

Sam chuckled and held her closer to him. “Yeah. You feeling okay?”

“For now.”

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#cassie writes stuff #spn fanfic #a/b/o dynamics #alpha!sam #alpha!dean #omega!reader #reader-insert

[kookie-doughs]

Beta Tester

Kozume Kenma X Reader

-YN LN is a popular mangaka

Chapter 16: Stage

Seeing you running towards him made Kenma frown.

"Kenma!" You waved. "Thank you for not leaving yet!"

Ignoring you he continued to walk towards the direction of the stage.

You pouted and crossed your arms. "You know... As sorry as I am for that kiss I really don't regret it."

Jogging up in front of him with a shit eating grin, you positioned yourself in front of him where he'd have no choice but to look at you while you looked at him. His ears were slightly red without a doubt but who were you kidding yours were too.

Kenma cleared his throat, "Good for you then. Now get out of the way so I could get out of here. "

"And honestly I liked that kiss." You continued determined to see him flustered again. "Your lips were soft and I bet my ass you're a great kisser. I rate you 10/10 would do it again."

With a glare he looked at you straight in the eyes, "So do it pussy." Then went ahead before you could see the red settling on his face.

"I- Wh- Excuse me- Wh- Huh? K-Ken- Kenma!!" You squeaked as you chased after him.

"I said what I said."

You finally caught up to him when he was about to climb the stairs towards the stage. Luckily(?) you also have to go up with him.

"Ehh... Where's the flustered Kenma? I wanted to see you all blushy and panicked. You looked so adorable. I don't want hot daddy Dom Kenma. I want cute baby sub Kenma..."

As he was halfway up the stairs your height gap grew and he was way over you. He just looked down on you, leaning closer the gap barely existent he smirked.

"Too bad." Then turned away.

There were a handful of people who saw the scene. Which made you more embarrassed. Holy shit you acted all alpha online only to be dominated by a hermit named Kozume Kenma.

Boy were you happy. You'd happily submit to him.

"Let us all welcome the two people who made the game possible! YN LN and Kozume Kenma!!"

You might be confused why you two were the ones going and why you were introduced like that.

As you are the creator of Puri-Puri you of course are the reason why this game existed.

But Kenma came here as he's the biggest investor, the face of the game and no one else wanted to go. So yeah...

As you two came up the stage you were just wishing the blush from the scene a few moments ago. The cameras flashed and claps were heard.

"Shit the media is here..." You mumbled.

"Your surprised, why?" Kenma gave you an amused and disappointed look. No idea how he managed to do that but he did.

"Shut the fuck up. I just got a feeling the questions won't be about the game thanks to the media."

"So you do think sometimes..."

"You want me to hit you?"

A clearing of throat behind you stopped your argument. It was Akaashi handing you both microphones to be clipped on you [I'm sorry I dont know what they're called] .

"Good luck, don't do and say anything stupid. And remember this is the release of PPM's demo." He reminded and got off the stage.

"Good evening to you all! I hope you've been having a great time!" I started.

"We'd like to thank you again for attending the release of PPM's demo."

"Now of course the game is yet to be played but from the trailer that was shown, I hope you had enjoyed it since the game is going to be much better than the trailer!"

"I'm sure you all must've questions as well. That's why Me and your idi-- dear author will answer."

"You definitely were about to call me idiot." You frowned at him.

He smirked and shrugged. "I have not a slightest idea what you mean."

"You're the worst."

Ignoring you... Again. He motioned at one of the reporters to probably ask their question.

"Ms. LN, as the initial plot of the Puri-Puri Magika is about [REDACTED], and the trailer we saw have quite a large difference from one another only having the universe in similarty. Is it just the universe of the similar one to the manga? "

"Of course the plot would be different. It disappoints me quite a bit that none of you realized how they're connected aside from the universe. Well, I don't really want to spoil you but if you actually read the Manga and saw the trailer," You gave a proud smirk. "Everyone that was a fan of PPM in the team were ecstatic. They were all just-" You mimicked a mind blown. "They were so excited about the game and a those."

"Thank you Ms. LN."

"Next please."

"Mr. Kozume," the next one called. "You were neither a fan of YN, nor PPM, why did you decide to not only beta test the game but sponsor and invest big sum of money on the game."

"We--"

"No wait ! I want to answer some of those questions!" You cut off cackling. "The one about him investing and him beta testing! It's actually an annoying and Hella funny story."

"No I was a--"

"Shut up you'll probably lie."

"Shut up." Kenma now had his ears red. "Don't you--"

"He was the biggest asshole back then!"

"Stop talking."

"He fucking beta tested despite not knowing shit about PPM because it was the biggest game. And he just banwagoned  on it like a bitch he was."

"I did not. I had some clues about you Manga."

"You did not know shit about PPM cut yo bullshit. You didn't even know who the MC was!"

"Shut up."

"That's why he beta tested! Now the reason why he invested is really hilarious!"

"I really hate this story..."

"This was the reason why Kenma became Bae too! We didn't know shit about how to contact Kenma, we only had his email address and his social media. Keep that in mind. "

"So since he didn't know shit about PPM he really couldn't care about the plot and just looked for bugs and shit. He wasn't even aware of the bugs in the plot since he didn't know which what was supposed to be part of the plot and not. This bitch ass decided there wasn't any bugs anymore so we went with that. But then we had to play it and saw a shit ton of bugs."

"I said there were some bugs don't make me seems so stupid."

"You didn't even inform us about the glitch at the time skip part! That could've ruined the entire thing! Anywayz, so we had to code the game again. So we emailed him that there were way too many bugs other than what he told us so the next testing would be later. But the asshole never replied. And since I was the one entasked to guide this bitch ass, I  had to flood his email! And he didn't respond! Not once! It had been DAYS! I send him at least 20 emails everyday! I have up on the 3-4th day and DMed him on Twitter."

"I really hate this part."

"No. No. This is the best part. Do y'all remember that one trending #KodzuGone started by Tenma? It's because, this asshole never responded to our emails so I DMed him all the shit important shit in the emails. Then this bitch fucking blocked me! I fucking rante to Tenma and he canceled Kenma like he deserved to! I was panicking about it since Mr. Suzumiya told me that Kenma could be a potential investor if he wanted. And I needed cash... "

"Do not call me that publicly. You are disgusting."

"He went full sugar daddy on me!" You cackled. "His entire squad had betrayed him! They were canceling him so he just fucking slid into my DMs apologizing about the shit he did and I told him, bitch I'm coming over there and see you play this fucking game or I will not stop this canceling and make it worse. So he was forced to telll me his address and I'm not sure if yall saw the live but it was hot shit. The next day he bought all the copies of PPM at this one store and gave them to me and then he invested shit ton of money on my on going works, bought me a new tablet, paid my Keiji bills, and many other shit. Yall would die to have him as sugar daddy I'm telling you. Ya don't even have to give him sugar for the treats. "

"That was the biggest mistake I made."

"Awwe, but thanks to that we're closer than ever. "

"Exactly my point."

"Thank you for answering Ms. LN."

"I hate you so much." Kenma sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

"No you don't. Admit it you love me."

"I really don't. Next question please."

"A-Ah, my initial question was actually answered in the previous question. It about your live. Now my question is, Ms LN and Mr. Kozume, is your relationship really a platonic one or a romantic one? "

"Okay, babe," You chuckled. "my man won't even let me breathe the same air he does. Ya think we're dating?"

"Well your right."

"What?"

"Excuse me?"

"Huh?! " You exclaimed a little louder than you thought since the mic made a loud noise.

"The relationship we have is both platonic and romantic. As labels aren't placed we share a romantic relationship." Kenma smirked.

You looked at him and the crowd with a clear eminent blush. "I-I I- Wh-"

Pulling you closer to him and turning around so the crowd won't see you both. He lowered the mic to prevent them from hearing.

"I wanted to see you all blushy and panicked . You look adorable." He whispered to your ear before facing the crowd again who were now going crazy over what Kenma had just confirmed.

"Y-You're an asshole..."

"Yeah, an asshole who..." lowering his mic again he leaned to your ear. "Still has your favorite onsie at his place. You really shouldn't have left it at my place. I'm so tempted to burn it."

"You leave my onsie alone! I will drown your consoles."

"With that threat, you're suddenly stripped of your house visit privileges."

"W-Why would you say we're dating?!"

"I didn't. I just said we both share a romantic and platonic relationship with no labels. I technically didn't lie too."

"Why did you do this?"

"Aside from wanting to see you all flustered? I'm probably drunk." Kenma smiled and turned to the crowd again. "Next question please."

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I'm sorry lately there's been to many words and less pictures it's just that... Idk

Lol I'm sorry this was supposed to be smau but there's been too many words

Ooc Kenma is shit so I made him drunk

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