#I still haven't figured out what the fuck to do with myself when I'm alone at night

[3seven-gambler]

#⌁꒰You using theiɾ shiɾt ; JJK men꒱

⋆ word count: 1276 ⋆ genre: fluff, suggestive. ⋆ includes: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, higuruma hiromi, toji fushiguro. no specified pronouns. ⋆ a/n: this is my first writing in months, so bear with me pls(╥﹏╥) -~~~reminder that english is not my first language~~~

࿐♡Ꮐꮻꭻꮻ Ꮪꭺꭲꮻꭱꮜ

Gojo had -surprisingly- woken up before you after a rough night you both share. He put on some sweatpants and made his way into the kitchen, deciding on preparing breakfast for both of you. While he was making your favorite dish, he sensed a presence behind him.

-"Good morning, beautiful" he said while turning around to face you. -"How's my princess/prince doing?" he then took complete notice of your choice of clothing that morning, this being one of his shirts, which showed just enough of your body for him to go feral. He could see all the marks he had left the night before all over your tights, as well as some of the marks in your collarbones, marks for only him to see (along with some others that might be for the public eye).

-"Seems you like what you see" you said with a sleepy but teasing voice.

Satoru kept looking at you for a few more seconds. He dropped what he was doing and walked over you, grabbing your face softly with both of his hands. -"You look stunning" he said with a soft smile while giving you small pecks all over your face, and then he gave you a grin -"Maybe I should fuck you more often~"

-"Gojo this is the fifth time we do it in less than two days-"

࿐♡Ꮐꭼꭲꮻ Ꮪꮜꮐꮜꭱꮜ

Geto was reading a book while laying on the bed of your shared bedroom. He was patiently waiting for you to come out of the shower so both of you could cuddle for a while before preparing dinner.

-"Hey, sorry for making you wait" You suddenly say while opening the bathroom door.

Suguru drifts his eyes from the book to your figure, watching as you grab one of his shirts to put above your breath taking body.

-"Don't worry, my love, I don't mind waiting for you." He said while staring at you.

-"Is something wrong?" You said as you take notice of his staring.

-"Mh, no, not at all." He said smiling fondly at you.

You crawl into the bed and Geto leaves the book by his side, turning your way to hold you. You notice how he still has his eyes glued to you. Before you could ask again, he spoke.

-"Maybe I should toss all of your clothes and make you wear mine." he said while softly while caressing your tights. -"But at the same time, if you wear my clothes everyday, I don't think I could hold myself..."

࿐♡Nꭺɴꭺꮇꮖ Ꮶꭼɴꭲꮻ

For Nanami's dislike, he had to go home later than usual. It was Friday, meaning that you and him were going to spend time together. Every weekend you would spend time in each other's houses, and this time it was your turn to stay in Kento's house. He phoned you earlier, telling you that he was going to be late and saying how sorry he was. You brushed him off saying it was ok, that you would make dinner alone for you both. He told you it wasn't necessary, that he could grab some food on his way home but you insisted of making it yourself.

Later on, you went to his house. Opening the door with a spare key he had given you a while ago, you made your way inside. Before starting to cook, you went into Kento's bedroom to get change into more comfortable clothes, but noticed that you haven't brought your pajamas.

-"Oh, what should I use then?" you asked to yourself. You looked up and saw a pile of old shirts that your boyfriend usually uses in the comfort of his house. You smiled mischievously and grabbed the one he uses the most, and then you were ready to start making his favorite dish.

A few hours later, when dinner was almost done, you heard some noise coming from the front door. -"Y/N, I'm here" you heard your beloveds voice.

-"Kento! Hi! I'm in the kitchen!" You said happily.

Nanami quickly made his way into his kitchen where he was greeted not only with an amazing smell coming from the oven but with the most stunning view he had been waiting to see all day. You, all cute in his shirt. Wait, his shirt?

You took notice of this and said -"I'm sorry for this." You said grabbing a bit of the shirt -"I forgot my pajamas at my place so..." You couldn't finish since Kento's lips were on yours.

-"Move in with me." He says in a pleading yet mandatory way.

࿐♡ꮋꮖꮐꮜꭱꮜꮇꭺ ꮋꮖꭱꮻꮇꮖ

It was late. As it usually happends. And he knew. But he couldn't do much about it. Work has been more troublesome these recent weeks, and all Higuruma could think about was coming home to you. He was more than thankful to have found someone as patient as you, since this is not the first time he comes home late. As he goes inside the house, he calls your name, quickly making his way to the living room. His anxiousness calms down when he sees your angelic sleeping form, hugging a pillow as if your life depended on that. He lets out a soft chuckle and before waking you up he takes full notice of what you were wearing.

-"Of course you grabbed one of my shirts" he said smiling to himself. It isn't the first time he sees you in one, since you had asked him a few times before for his permission to wear one. But every time he sees you wearing his clothes, he gets giddy with excitement.

-"Hmm? Hiro?" You said almost in a whisper.

-"Hello baby, I'm home" He said sitting by your side.

You let go of the pillow you were hugging before and you sat on Higuruma's lap, hugging him instead.

-"I missed you" you said hiding your face against his chest.

-"I missed you too sweety, you have no idea how much I did" he said hugging you back.

࿐♡Ꭲꮻꭻꮖ 𝖥ꮜꮪꮋꮖꮐꮜꭱꮻ

He told you not to worry about the rain, since he was sure that it wasn't going to drop. The both of you had planned to go out on a date, but it seems that the weather had other plans for you.

-"I'm never trusting you with this again!" You said while running to his place.

All he could do was laugh. When you were both at the entrance of his flat he said -" 's just water, sweetheart"

-"I know that! But I'm all soaked wet and cold!" You said pouting.

-"Mhhm? Is that so?~" he purred into your ear -"I think I can help with that~"

You just push him away from you -"You can help me by giving my dry clothes" you said crossing your arms.

-"Whatever... You can grab something from there" he said pointing to his bedroom.

You went on and opened the wardrobe door. You were about to grab just one of his regular black t-shirt when you notice a white shirt hanging out there, being one of the only -if not the only- white piece of clothing there. You quickly changed and went over where your boyfriend was.

-"Are you going to take a bath?" You asked to get his attention.

-"Yeah, wanna jo-" he stopped talking as soon as he saw you -"Where did you find that?"

-"There" you said pointing to his bedroom as he had done before. -"Do I look good?" You said playfully smiling.

Toji felt no shame as he scanned you from head to toes. He suddenly grabbed you and tossed you on his shoulder. -"T-Toji?! What are you doing?! Put me down!"

"You, me, bath. Now." Is all what he said.

❥ 𝖱𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽. || 𝖣𝖮 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝖱𝖤𝖯𝖮𝖲𝖳/𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖲𝖫𝖠𝖳𝖤.

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #nanami kento x reader #higuruma hiromi x reader #toji fushigro x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #nanami x reader #toji x reader #gojo fluff #geto fuff #gojo satoru fluff #kento nanami fluff #jjk reader insert

[supercap2319]

Clark rode the glass elevator up to his penthouse in Metropolis. He could never afford a place like this on a farm boy allowance, but he didn't need to thanks to his alien physiology. He was loaded with money that he stole from banks. Night after night, parties. Guys. Girls. Sex. Drugs. Whatever he wants, he gets.

He frowns unhappily as the elevator dings, and the door opens. Clark sees his best friend from Smalville, Y/N L/N, outside his penthouse door, looking in the window. He turns to him when he hears the elevator. "Clark, I need to talk to you about ..."

The words die in his throat as Clark comes toward him, backing him against the railing and towering over him as he growls. "Y/N, I told you to never come back here again! Who else knows I'm here?"

"No one. Your secret's safe with me, but we need to talk."

Clark walks past him and opens the door into the penthouse as he tries to shut the door on him. "I'm busy." Y/N stuck his foot in the door. "Well, I'm coming in. Now, what's your deal? You come to Metropolis, and you're a completely different person."

"Maybe it's the real me." Clark said.

"Well, if it is, then I definitely prefer the farm boy version. Now... how did you afford all this?" Y/N looks at the expensive looking clothes and shoes. The silky bedsheets and bunch of elegant wine and booze. A new stereo, strobe lights, a gaming system, and a giant TV screen.

"Why, Y/N? Gonna tell all the rednecks back in Nowheresville? Maybe that's why you kept my secret."

"I kept your secret because you asked me to. I was hoping that if I left you alone, you'd get a grip and come home. Now, there are people in Smallville that still haven't given up on the search."

Clark rolled his eyes at that. He could give two fucks about Smallville. Living like a poor man, always wanting for something. "I'm tired of worrying about every nickel and dime. I figured it was time I had all the same cool stuff everyone else has. Besides, I've erased Smallville from my past." He sat in a chair.

Y/N eyed the red stone class ring on Clark's finger. "Really? Is that why you're still wearing your school ring?" Clark touched his ring and frowns. The red Kryptonite was making him into a different person. A person he didn't recognize, but he didn't care. He liked being Kal of Metropolis.

"You know, sooner or later, someone else is gonna find you."

"You were lucky."

"Maybe so. But what are you gonna do if one day Lana shows up on your doorstep, or your dad? How are you gonna explain this to them?" Y/N asked.

"I'm through explaining myself to anyone, Y/N!" Clark shouts.

"Clark, Lana is a wreck, and your parents are losing the farm!"

Clark stood up and walked across the room to pour himself a drink at the small bar. "What do I care? I'm never gonna go back anyway."

"Clark, you were not forced into exile. You ran away from your problems. You are not being noble. You're being a coward!" Y/N shouts out after him.

Clark's eyes flash a dangerous red color as he struggles to control himself. His anger and urges as he walks back to Y/N, grabbing his shoulders, pushing him to the door. "Y/N, get out! If you tell anyone where I am, I'll go so far away from Metropolis that no one will ever find me!"

"Get your hands off me!" Y/N pushed him back. "I don't even know who you are anymore."

Clark got in his face, lips close enough to kiss. "Get out!"

"Make me, you selfish bastard!"

Clark crashed their lips together in a heated and passionate kiss as Y/N tugged at Clark's hair before the Kryptonian lifted the human boy up in his strong arms and carried him to his bed.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #clark kent #clark kent x male reader #henry cavill #henry cavill x male reader #superman #superman x male reader #man of steel

[gonzo-rella]

The Benevolent Girlfriend | Kim Pine (ft. Wallace Wells)

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Relationship(s): Kim Pine x sick!gn!reader (romantic), Wallace Wells x sick!gn!reader (implied romantic)

Summary: Your roommate Wallace is repulsed by your cold, so he gets your girlfriend Kim to come over and take care of you.

Warnings: You're gross and sick, sorry. (Let me know if I need to add any)

Word count: 0.8k

(A/N: I finally rewatched Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, because I wanted to watch it before I watch the anime (haven't seen it yet, but once I have I'll make a post and add it to my fandom list), and damn I'm in love with Kim. I've been enjoying writing these sick fics whilst I recover from the common cold, so I figured I'd try writing something about Kim, and I was motivated to write something that wasn't just headcanons, which I've already done with the Yellowjackets ladies, Abed and Annie from Community and Charlie, Todd and Neil from Dead Poets Society. This is my first Scott Pilgrim fic, so hopefully it's alright! I tried to capture the spirit and tone of the movie and characters. I'd like to write more for both Kim and Wallace specifically. Maybe I'm delirious from being sick but I'd love to write a fic where the reader is the S/O of both Kim and Wallace to indulge myself because I'm in love with them both.)

A mattress on the floor in a very cold country surely couldn’t have been the best place to recover from a cold- an idiot could tell you that. Wallace had very kindly made you soup and brought you countless glasses of water, but he had hauled his chair as far away from you and the bed as he could manage in the small apartment because, to quote him, you were ‘repulsive and contagious, no offence’. He had been very gracious in letting you pick out what daytime TV crap you wanted to watch.

It reached the late afternoon when there was a knock at the door, and, with a huff, Wallace got up to get it, leaving you to stare absently at the TV through the mist of your mild headache and clogged ears. Your neck was beginning to ache from craning it to look up at the screen.

“Kimberly. You’re here. What took you so long?”

“Nice to see you too, Wallace. Are they awake?”

Wallace cast a glance in your direction and tilted his head; he then looked back at Kim.

“Well, the lights are on, but it doesn’t look like anybody’s home.”

He punctuated the sentence with a shrug.

“Kim?” you said finally, voice hoarse and nasal from your sore throat and blocked nose respectively. 

Kim peered at you over Wallace's shoulder then barged past him. She stood at the foot of your ‘bed’.

“What are you doing here?” you mumbled. “You didn’t have to come.”

“Wallace texted me that you’re sick.”

Wallace left the door ajar, prompting you to wrap your blanket tighter around you. He reached over to grab his coat and slid his arms into it, then stood beside Kim.

“I’m going out with Other Scott, and I thought it’d be cruel to leave you alone, so I told your very benevolent girlfriend-” Kim rolled her eyes as Wallace indicated to her with a nod. “That you were sick and that she might wanna come over and take care of you in your equally benevolent roommate’s stead.”

“Okay. Thanks, Wa-”

You were interrupted by a sneeze. It was so sudden that you made the split-second decision to cover it with your hands. When you peeled it away, droplets of snot coated your palms.

You groaned.

Wallace scrunched up his nose.

“That’s disgusting,” Kim commented monotonously. 

“I’m sorry,” you muttered. “I’ve been told.”

“And, with that,” Wallace said, stepping over to the door and swinging it open. “I’ll leave you kids to it. Good luck, Kim. And, I hope you feel better soon, dear.”

“Thanks, Wallace,” you mumbled.

“Fuck off, Wallace,” Kim said dryly, in unison with you.

He waved at you both then closed the door. There was a moment of silence in which you and Kim just stared at one another. Your snot-covered hands were still held out in front of you.

“So, you’re sick, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Are you going to clean that up?”

You stared at her blankly, before realising what she meant.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.”

You went to reach for your box of tissues before you realised that they were on the kitchen counter after Wallace had used a few to shield his hands from direct contact with your glass of water. Kim’s gaze followed yours, but her attention returned to you when she noticed that you were readying yourself to get up.

“One sec. I’ll get them for you.”

You relaxed as Kim made the very short journey to the kitchen counter and knelt down to put the box next to you. She yanked a few tissues from the box before placing them in your hands, careful not to touch your snot.

“Thanks, Kim.”

“No problem.”

She stayed kneeling down beside you, watching as you cleared up your hands. There was a look of contemplation on her face.

“You need anything else?”

You glanced up at her and smiled.

“No, thanks.”

“Alright.”

She climbed over you and took a seat beside you- shoulder-to-shoulder- on the mattress. You looked at her incredulously.

“Are you sure you wanna get so close? Wallace hasn’t come near me all day.”

She folded her arms.

“I don’t care.”

“But, I’m disgusting.”

Kim smirked so faintly that anyone who didn’t know her wouldn’t have registered that it was there.

“I wouldn’t be your ‘benevolent girlfriend’ if that bothered me.”

You chuckled and rested your head on her shoulder, and Kim rested her head on yours.

“Holy shit, you’re hot,” she stated.

“Thanks.”

“I meant you have an alarming fever.”

“Oh. Right.”

There was a pause, and Kim huffed.

“Fine. You’re the other kind of hot, too.”

“Thanks, Kim, that’s very-”

You broke into a series of coughs and doubled over. You covered your mouth with the inside of your elbow. Kim rubbed your back soothingly. Once again, the faintest of smiles tugged at her lips.

“Sorry,” you groaned. “That wasn't very hot.”

“Maybe not,” she said. She rested her hand on your shoulder and pulled you closer, once again resting her head on yours. “But, I love you anyway.”

#scott pilgrim #scott pilgram vs the world #kim pine #wallace wells #kim pine x reader #wallace wells x reader #x reader #x gn!reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral!reader #x gender neutral reader #ficlet

[wanderbreadsworld]

One Bed, Oh No

Kenny Omega x reader

Summary: Checking into the hotel with your best friend was fine. Sharing a room was a common occurrence, so no big deal! Until you open the door and see only. One. Bed. No big deal right? It's not like you haven't shared one before when things are tight. But this bed is barely big enough for one of you, let alone both of you...With growing feelings on both sides, how will you figure this out? (A/N; it's a full-sized bed, so it's pretty small lol)

Tagging @besthimbomachine, I hope you enjoy it. She's not proofread, but she'll do lol.

"Y/N, come on! It's cold!" Kenny called out from the door to the hotel, standing there with his suitcase and duffelbag, waiting for me. I stopped trying to pull my stuck suitcase out of the car to deadpan to him, giving him a "fucking really?" look. But when that only seemed to make him laugh, I went back to my suitcase. after another moment of struggling, the suitcase was free from the trunk of the rental car, and I nearly fell backwards from the force I used to get it out. Closing the door with a slam, I made my way to the door, shivering all the while.

Once we stepped inside through the automatic doors, the warm air of the lobby hit us, and we both couldn't help the happy sigh we released. A shiver running down my spine as I closed my eyes and relaxed. It would still take some time of being inside to fully warm up, but this was an amazing start.

While I was enjoying the warmth, Kenny checked us into our room. When I opened my eyes, his blue ones were looking down at me, waiting for me to notice him. His cheeks were flushed from being outside. I knew my own face looked the same, especially after wrestling my luggage out of the car. It wasn't something I thought much about until now, but Kenny looked cute with a blush to his skin. But I couldn't stare at him forever right now, we had a show to get ready for, so I spoke up, seeming to catch him off guard. Like he was lost in his own thoughts as he peered down at me.

"Let's go get settled then. You have a show to wrestle in, and I have catering to terrorize." This earned a chuckle from Kenny, shaking his head as he turned to lead the way, mumbling something about me always being so hungry. Rolling my eyes at his remark, I followed after him down the carpeted hallway, finally taking in the surroundings.

The hotel was generic. Patterned and distracting floor, simple wooden doors, along with a sort of beige wallpaper and semi-fancy light fixtures on the walls. / I was so busy looking at our hotel and judging their design choices, that I nearly ran into Kenny.

"Woah, watch it. I'm just trying to get us in here." Kenny joked, sliding the key card into the latch, opening it with a satisfying beep. Pushing the door open and letting me in, I apologized, blushing slightly from embarrassment after almost running into his big, strong chest. Wait, what the fuck? Why am I complimenting his chest? At the very least, why the fuck am I thinking about him that way with him right here. Those kind of thoughts were alone thoughts only. Although now, with our close proximity, his blush from earlier, his still playful and sweet attitude despite being freezing cold. It was all pushing forcefully to the front of my mind.

'I don't know, maybe I just need to rub one out before tonight. I have been around people nearly all day the past few days' I shrugged to myself, stepping further into the room. Only to then stop in shock as the culmination of my lustful thoughts, and the realization of only one bed, hit me like a truck.

"Oh no," I muttered to myself, but it was just loud enough that Kenny heard. He was still getting into the room, trying to gently set his stuff down so he could inspect the room.

"What 'oh no'? Is the place trashed already?" Kenny finally turned to look at the room, seeing only the one bed. "Well it's not that bad. We can share." He walked around the bed, inspecting it and seeing just how small it was. I would barely fit him, let alone the both of us. Kenny raised his eyebrows, rubbing his scruffy chin as he thought to himself.

"'Oh no' may be right." Kenny seemed to be lost in thought for a moment before shaking his head and clapping his hands, startling me. He moved too fast for me to come up with any snarky retort about it being the wrong room before he was going through his duffle bag to make sure he had everything he needed for tonight.

"I guess I can sort it out later during the show. Since you'll be busy getting your ass kicked," I joked, trying to distract myself from the current situation, and trying to return to a sense of normalcy. My jab only made Kenny let out a bark of a laugh, throwing his curls back as he looked at me with a faux glare.

"You know I always win. Besides, even if I lost, I'm the one sleeping in that bed. I'm too big to even attempt sleeping in that chair in the corner." I hadn't even noticed it, turning back around and looking to the corner stood a plush chair with a lengthy cushion. Pushed together, and if I stayed curled up all night, it wouldn't be the worst thing I've ever had to do, but it wouldn't be fun. Although Kenny was right, no matter what, he would get the bed. Instead of arguing further, I snatched his Nintendo Switch from his bag, much to his protest, and rolled my eyes at him as I got m favorite game ready to play. Tonight was going to be a long one.

Catering was delicious as always. Along with one of my best friends there, Willow Nightingale, I was beginning to forget about our situation back at the hotel. Until Willow asked a seemingly pointed question that made me stop.

"So, how's the hotel room?" Willow asked innocently as I sputtered, blushing furiously at the unexpected question. Which only made her laugh, those around us luckily too engrossed in their own conversations that they didn't notice. Her face told me that she knew more than she was letting on, but she didn't budge giving anything else away.

"It's fine. They must've fucked up and only given us one bed though. The thing is comically tiny. It would be fine for me, but it would barely fit Kenny." I tried to laugh. I still didn't want to think about it. Before we left, while Kenny was getting his bag together, I asked the front desk if there was a mistake. But there wasn't. That room had our names on it. And the hotel was too full for us to swap rooms, or for one of us to share with someone else.

"Well, sounds like you have to share." She winked, to which I rolled my eyes. Willow is one of the only people, other than myself, who knows about my crush on Kenny. Although I never told her, she figured it out on her own just by watching the way I interacted with him. And she SWEARS he acts the same way towards me, although I never believe it. Suddenly, a thought dawned on me. 'It was her!'

"Ugh. I don't know what we're going to do. He's too big to NOT take the bed, and neither of us can sleep on the floor," I sighed, wishing I could retreat into myself and this problem wouldn't exist. Things would be easier if I didn't have to navigate not only a friendship, but feelings for one of my best friends.

"Well... You know you can share. I mean, if he's okay with it, who are you to turn him down Y/N." Willow reasoned, setting her drink down to take my hands in hers to help make me look at her. And when I did, I saw genuine care and encouragement to go for it. Shrugging and shaking my head, I broke eye contact, unsure of what to do. Of course I wanted to share with him. Be snuggled up to his warm body, and be all pressed against each other. It was the dream. But I didn't want to hope for that, and then be disappointed if he didn't want to share.

"It's just. I don't even know Willow. It's a lot. Just, so much is going on." I closed my eyes, trying to think of anything else but the hotel, and being confronted by my feelings. Willow's hands on my own kept me grounded as she soothed the backs of them with her thumbs, patiently waiting for me to open my eyes again. And when I did, I was greeted by her warm smile, and I couldn't help but smile softly back.

"Tonight, when you go back. If he asks you if you want to share, I need you to do something for me, okay?" I nodded, already having an idea of what I was agreeing to, despite also dreading it. "I need you to not back down. If he wants to share with you, take it. I PROMISE it'll be okay." Willow's words were so soft and genuine that I couldn't help but agree to her demand.

The chitchat of catering slowly filtered back into my perception as I took a deep, steadying breath. Nodding again to show her I would do it.

"Sometimes, and I don't know how, but you know me better than me," I laughed, getting a chuckle out of Willow too as she shook her head.

"I have my ways. Now you, relax. Go sit down and I'll grab you a drink too." I took her offer, resting on one of the nearby couches, my turn to wait for her this time.

'Maybe things will be okay' Was my last thought before Willow came back talking to me about the latest show she was watching to help pass the time.

Commotion slowly died as the show wound down. Dynamite was over, and all of the wrestlers were getting ready to head back to their hotels. Faced with the realization that I'll have to face Kenny and our single bed, I'd be lying if my thoughts didn't drift to more sinful ways we could share the bed, and what may happen being so close. But now I had to face the reality as I stood outside of Kenny's door, waiting for him to step out and be ready to leave.

I didn't watch much of the show, but what I did see was Kenny's match. I barely remember who it was against, as all I could look at was him and the way his body moved. The way his arms flexed when he lifted his opponent. To the way his chest and abs glistened with sweat. At one point, Willow caught my attention, telling me to "stop drooling before someone notices". To which I closed my mouth and sat back in my seat, trying to look normal and ignore the simmering heat between my legs. So now, here I stood, waiting for the center of my lustful thoughts to step out of his locker room.

When his door finally opened, I jumped. I'm not sure where, but he looked clean, like he had taken a shower. His curls were damp, and when he stepped closer to me, I could smell a fresh spray of his sandalwood and vanilla cologne, along with his shampoo. Both together, and so close, nearly making me dizzy. Kenny noticed, asking if I was alright before I brushed him off, telling him that I was just tired after a long day. He didn't seem to believe it, but shrugged and let it slide, following me to the rental car back to the hotel.

Kenny offered to drive, which I happily let him, trying to look out the window as I built up the courage to ask him if we could share the bed. Before I could open my mouth, Kenny spoke up instead, making me jump so high it scared Kenny as well.

"What're you thinking about? You've got that worried look on your face that you get when you're thinking about something really hard." Kenny joked, trying to lighten the mood. The question forced me back into reality, and instead of thinking too long about what to say, I decided spitting it out would be the best way to go about things.

"Can we share the bed instead? I mean, I just don't want to sleep in the chair or on the floor. I know it's tiny, but we can share, right?" My question sounded more like a plea. In a way, it was. I wanted to share the bed with him, to have an excuse to be so close. Hopefully he didn't notice the need in my voice when I asked.

"Of course. I'd never actually make you sleep in that chair you know," Kenny's words were soft, almost inviting and definitely comforting. "Especially since all you'd do is complain in the morning "oh my back hurts, Kenny you bitch for making me sleep here"." He laughed, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Despite his tease, I still felt like I won here. Quickly, I texted Willow, telling her it's all good. And just as quick, a response from her said "Tell me how good it is ;)". To which I could only roll my eyes, blushing furiously at the thought of what more could happen from being so close together.

Back in our room, things moved fast. Kenny took a shower and cleaned up while I turned on the TV to some channel for background noise as I got ready for bed and waited for the bathroom to be open. When it did, Kenny stepped through in fresh pajamas, letting me in to do my own routine. Despite doing every step, which takes me a little while, it all still moved so fast.

And as I crawled into bed with Kenny, my heart pounded. I hoped he couldn't notice. Luckily Kenny, tired from his match and fresh out of a relaxing shower, was already out. So I turned off the lights and TV, rolling over so our back were together. Checking my phone one last time was another text from Willow, saying "goodnight, don't let the Kenny-bugs bite ;)". I rolled my eyes at her attempt to change the saying, but still chuckled at it. I told her good night before turning off my phone and getting some sleep of my own. Kenny's warm scent and body heat lulling me into a deep sleep.

"Oh Kenny." I moaned as his lips caressed my neck with kisses. His own moans filling the room as he rutted his hips against me. Large hands held my hips in place as he rolled on top of me, pressing my front into the bed as he thrust his hard-on into my ass. Praises left his lips. Things about how good I felt, how he's been wanting this. Everything I've ever wanted to hear him say to me spilled from his lips.

"Y/n, fuck I need you," Kenny moaned, holding himself against me for a moment to feel the pressure of our bodies together. "Oh fuck no," Now his voice sounded worried. Worried something was wrong, I turned over to look at him, but he was gone.

When I finally opened my eyes from my dream, I met Kenny's. They were filled with shock and horror at what's happened. Quickly, he pulled his hips away, my own chasing them for a moment, my sleepy mind just wanting more pleasure.

"I'm so sorry, oh my god," Kenny proceeded to apologize profusely. But there was still a problem. 1) his voice was too loud for how tired I still was. And 2) I was still horny. When he went to sit up and pull away to go to the bathroom and clean up in shame, I put a hand on his arm to keep him still.

With lust filled eyes, I looked at Kenny the way I've always wanted to. The effect my gaze had on him was evident by his blush further creeping down his neck as he covered his erection in shame.

"Kenny," I stopped to let him look at me. "If you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to walk out of this room and find someone else to help me with this. So please, don't let me go to a stranger, or god forbid, one of our coworkers." He looked stunned at my words. Not only at the words I said, but at exactly what I was asking. Kenny took a moment to look down at the bed, glancing at his lap before shaking off any doubt in his mind. Wheeling back into me, his lips locked with mine. Our hands finding their way around the other's torso as we kissed with a passion that I never thought he'd have with me.

It was everything I'd dreamed of. His soft lips. Scruff scraping against my chin lightly. His big and rough hands somehow so warm and soft as they pushed and pulled at my skin. My own hands threading through his curls as I laid back down, pulling him atop me. Kenny slotted himself between my legs and moaned as he settled against me, his clothed cock pressing right where I wanted him. And when he rolled his hips against me, I whined at the friction. It felt big. Part of me wondered what I was getting into, but the rest of my mind didn't care. It felt good now, and it was with him.

He pulled away after a moment to catch his breath, looking down at me with eyes that were dark with lust and desire. His face so close, and his body felt so good against mine that it still felt like I was dreaming. For a moment, we sat in silence, just enjoying each other's presence and bodies against one another. But the moment soon grew stale as I wanted, no, needed more. The heat of his body was too much, yet just right.

With our gaze still locked, my hands travelled down his sides to his hips, to the waistband of the shorts he was sleeping in. He let me struggle to push them down for a moment before pulling back and kneeling so he can take them off. His cock springing free and making my breath catch in my throat and my mouth water. The tip was an almost angry red as it leaked precum. He must've been so close to release in his dream before he woke up.

Before I could reach out and touch it, his own hands were on the waist band of my own shorts, gently pulling them down my legs with a smirk on his lips. A quiet gasp leaving him when my lower half finally lay bare before him. After a moment of admiration and anticipation, Kenny practically pounced on me, rutting his hips against mine as his lips covered my own in another heated kiss.

Everything in my body screamed for him, desperate for him to be inside of me. So when his hand reached down to tease my entrance, I pulled him back by his curls, a whine leaving his lips at the pain.

"Kenny, if you don't fuck me right now, I swear to god. Play with me later, but fuck me now. Please~," My words went from demanding, to pleading on my very last word. His hand stopped moving, but still rested against me as he processed my words.

"I can play with you later? Deal." With that Kenny pulled his hand away, replacing it with his cock. Slowly, he began rolling his hips once more, pushing into me slowly. With each thrust, I whined as he filled me more and more. At a certain point, my legs around his waist pulled him in the rest of the way, pulling a whining moan from Kenny's lips as he felts my warm walls envelop him fully.

Finally, he was fully seated inside of me. Every inch stretching me deliciously as both of us reveled in the pleasure. I'm not sure which of us moved first, but Kenny's hips began to buck into mine. Already, the pleasure inside of me was beginning to build as I did my best to meet his thrusts. His soft lips on my neck making me shiver as he left gentle, small marks on the skin. My hands gripped his muscled back, keeping him pressed on top of me as our bodies moved together.

"Kenny. Fuck, feels so good." I forced the words out, wanting to praise him. I would say that there was more to be said, but then I'd be lying. Something about the pleasure he was giving me left me breathless, wiping my mind blank as my only thought became seeking more pleasure. So with no more room for words, my body acted instead. My hands raked up and down his back, lightly scratching and sending shockwaves of pleasure through Kenny. He stopped to shiver at the sensation before moaning with a few more brutal thrusts before returning to his original pace.

It wasn't fast, but it was hard and needy. Kenny's pretty lips mumbling that he's going to cum. His pace faltered, hips becoming sloppy as I encouraged him. Sweet nothing's, words of encouragement, and promises of more to come pushed him over the edge. The sound of the Kenny Omega whimpering in my ear as he came inside me nearly made me cum on the spot, my eyes rolling back as I gave him such immense pleasure, and felt my own in being filled.

My knot of pleasure was still there, still tight, but for now I was sated. Knowing Kenny felt good, I felt good, and there would be more later. All of that let me rest easy as we breathed together, Kenny falling on top of me, his full weight resting down on me. With my mind clearer now, I took a deep, steadying breath to speak.

"Regret not making me sleep in the chair?" I tease, my finger tips tracing up and down his back as his warm breath fanned over my chest. His curls tickled my skin as he shook his head, still not lifting it up.

"I regret not doing this sooner. Let's talk in the morning?" He asked, and I just nodded in response. This moment felt too good to fill with too many words and thoughts. So instead, Kenny got up, pulling out of me and crawling behind me so he could pull me into his arms. With some more sweet words and kisses, I fell back to sleep, exactly where I always wanted to be. Right in Kenny's arms, against his warm chest. Tomorrow would be a big conversation about what we wanted to be, but right now, I was happy to just be right here.

#i hope yall enjoy #she's not proofread #and by god not properly done #but i want to get her out to let yall enjoy #kenny omega #kenny omega x reader #kenny omega x reader smut #kenny omega smut #wander's wonders

[magichroma]

Getting all Bunny Bunny

By @magichroma & @dialupmodern

Please, Clara, before you judge, let me explain. Aux (y’know, Aqua, that’s what I call her,) and I were sitting on the couch, the old fabric one we found on the side of the road. You were out, so it was just the two of us. sitting on the couch watching TV. Well not like we were sitting together, more like we were both incidentally on the couch and bored. It was already a little awkward ‘cause your dumb wolf ass left a half empty bottle of lube on the coffee table. Which is just bad manners, if you ask me, but I digress.

We had the TV playing the nature channel, you know, nice, neutral programming, and there was some kind of special in progress about bunnies. Now I'm a bunny and she's a bunny, so I figure this would be of some interest to us both. That was when the special went to an interview with some scientist putz who goes on. And this guy just starts talking about how bunnies have this “natural urge to breed,” especially in cases of two separated from their colony. I mean how the hell is this health class shit on daytime television anyway?

I think that (honestly, probably a bit perverted,) deer scientist guy said something like, "In the modern day, this can manifest in nearly any situation where two rabbits are alone." He turned to the camera, all dramatic like, "I believe the largest factor in this phenomenon is societal alienation." I wasn't really listening after that, ‘cause he had to go and get that damn thought in my head. I haven't ever really looked at Aux in that way before, but now all my mind can think about Is breed breed breed breed breed breed bre-

Damn, I got carried away there, but that's how it really was. I snuck a look at Aqua and I thought she looked a bit hot and bothered too. At least I thought she might be, I couldn't tell for sure with how much I was fucking keyed up, so I decided to play it off with a joke. "Hah. the bullshit people say about rabbits, am I right?" Perhaps the worst thing I’ve ever uttered in history, and I was about to apologize, but I looked across to her and I swear to Bunny God she was feeling herself up over her clothes. I was looking very intently for that kind of thing, you see, on account of my state.

What was a girl in my position to do? Horny as fuck and she seems to be the same, enough to touch herself in front of me (even covertly… still!) So of course I gave in a little myself, feeling up my tits, trying to be sly about it, if a little sloppy. I start acting like I'm adjusting my shirt, her hand starts moving over her crotch faster. Seeing that, I got a little more brazen, and pinched my nipple a little. I didn't mean to, but I moaned. Now she was making all these cute little noises too. Between my hands under my shirt and her hands in her pants, things were getting hot and heavy really quickly. Before I even properly realize, I’m pulling up my shirt.

Next thing I know, she's got her pants pulled down, rubbing her palm across her cute little dick, and my shirt and bra are discarded, leaving me with just my jeans. Granted, I had pulled them down a bit and was already jerking off. Both our eyes were locked on each other, each stifled moan an escalation. Without thinking, I leaned a bit more towards her, and she did the same. I could feel how the movement of her arm gently rocked the couch. We moved ever closer. I could see the budding of precum on her dick. We got closer still. I felt the warmth of her body next to mine. I couldn't fucking take it anymore.

My body moved before I could think and I was straddling her, sitting on her lap with my aching cock pressing hard into her stomach. It was all I could to stop for a moment and ask the most important question.

"Do you want this?"

She blushed, "Yes."

In a split second I was upon her, with a ferocity previously unknown to me. I grabbed at the collar of her shirt and, in one swift motion, I tore it all the way down to her stomach . Her chest was nearly totally exposed, save for the shreds of her shirt that remained, and the sports bra she was wearing underneath. I felt her cock push up against me weakly and moisten slightly. I felt almost feral as I alternatively kissed and bit her neck. I began playing with her breasts when she grabbed me by an ear and pulled me in.

"Gods, Coz. Just fuck me already," she whispered in my ear, almost growling with insistence.

Who could say no to an offer like that? I grab her hips, pull her close, and flip her over me till she's face down tail up on the center of the couch. I go to grab the bottle of lube that has been burning a hole in my mind ever since we started this (your fault, may I add.) I put some lube on my paw and rubbed it down the length of my cock, throbbing with need, taking the rest in my paw I spanked her ass, holding my hand tightly I spread it on and into her. 

I gripped tightly onto Aqua’s hip, lining up carefully, and on a whim I reached up and gathered her hair up in a fist on the back of her head. She moaned, begging for more in all but her words, we were long past that now. Pulling her back into me, I pressed into her.

A rhythm was established quickly, I plunged in, a gasp escaping between my lips, causing her to buck back into me, trying desperately to get more.  fell back slightly, pulling her hair tight. The softness of her fur between my digits was so much softer than it would feel with my own, I wanted more. I needed more.

More, I pulled her back on me. More, I moved my hand from her hip to her shoulder to grab her back harder. More, I let go of her hair to grab both hips with both hands, doing everything I could to fill her as deeply as I could. MORE, I wrapped my arms around her chest and pulled her vertical up against me as I came. My grip on her staying tight until I finally stopped shuddering.

We laid on the carpet, leaning against the couch as I caught my breath. "I- I don't know what happened to me back-"

"Shut up, Coz," Aqua said, climbing into my lap "I'm not finished yet, and that means you aren't either." Now, perhaps that doctor on TV would have called it rabbit physiology, but I know that my body is smart enough to obey the extremely hot woman on top of me. I was fully hard, hell, I might have been even more alert than before. She patted me on the head and called me a good girl, making me drip some precum onto her stomach. "And so eager too," she cooed.

She rose up, straddling me, lining me up to penetrate her again, but right before she looked down at me, seemingly reveling in the pleading look on my face. We moaned in concert as she settled down on my cock. She took a beat before she began riding up and down on me. My paws found their way onto her hips again, and quickly I began to explore her body, my paws running up and down her fur, finding where her bra clasped in the back. With no small effort I undid the mechanism, freeing her breasts from beneath her ruined shirt.

Seeing this, she took off the tattered shirt and shrugged off her bra, leaving her totally naked on top of me. I wasted no time in exploring this newly revealed part of her, grabbing exploratorily at first. I quickly gave in to my baser urge, a paw firmly on her back pushed her chest into my face as she rode me. Her breasts rubbed up and down with her movement, I grabbed her left tit and put it in my mouth, creating a whole new chorus of moans from above.

She bounced up and down on me as I grabbed and groped and sucked whatever I could. The pace rose again, as she grabbed my head and pushed me deeper into her breasts. I kissed harder and deeper, desperately trying to milk whatever pleasure I could out of her. Her moans kept rising, her voice became shakier, composure slipping bit by bit, until it finally came to a screaming crescendo. Grabbing me close and holding me tightly against her as she cried out, tightening on me to the point I might cum again.

She held me close against her soft fuzzy chest for a while, playing gently with my hair, but I wasn't ready to stop yet. I kicked up, causing her to jolt a little, but before she could properly react I had picked her up by the thighs and carried her behind the couch to the kitchen counter. I set her down on the cold tile, about to frot her, when I heard the most terrifying sound of my life, the key in the door.

“Shit shit shit,” I grabbed her again and ducked us both behind the counter, you were home. Aqua whispered to me, "when we get the chance, we should sneak into the bathroom and clean off." Thinking her plan a reasonable one,  I nodded silently. It was a few minutes until you went back to your room, griping about how we were leaving clothes everywhere (still your fault, by the way!)

As soon as we heard the door close, we made a break for it.  Before we could reach the bathroom, your door started opening, so thinking quickly I pushed us both into the closet, and gently closed the door. Through some twist of fate you still hadn't caught us, but the adrenaline was still pumping. As I took stock of the situation, I realized there was a beautiful, desperate, panting bunny girl in front of me, so of course, I kissed her. 

Well, I was about halfway through thinking of any of these things when she kissed me, pushing me against the back wall of the closet. Her hand wandered down to my crotch, grabbing both of our cocks. Frotting us. I moaned weakly into her kiss. Aqua pulled back, and whispered, inches from my ear, “best be quiet or we’ll both get caught. and then you wont get to cum.” 

My cock bounced up, precum budding at the tip, held softly in her paw. "Aww, do I have a little exhibitionist on my hands? You’re secretly hoping we'll get caught, aren’t you! You little slut." She was whispering in a knife sharp tone, as the smell of sex began to fill the closet, driving me deeper into a desperate frenzy.

She looked down at me, clearly reveling in this bit of power she had over me. As much as I hate to say it, I was putty in her paws. All I could think about was how close she was to me, and how soft and warm she felt, and how good she smelled, and… and… she took her hand off me. whispered, “aw, did the little bunny think she was allowed to cum? When you didn't even beg! For shame.” Her voice carried a sharpness, a glimmer of sadistic joy in her power, her control.

“Please,” I whispered, swallowing every bit of pride I had.

“Nope, too late, you just won’t get to.” Her voice was firm, reveling in how easily she’d made me beg.

She’d let that little bit of dominance go to her head far too fast. I felt that I needed to take her down a peg. I pushed her back against the other wall of the closet, pinning her arms to the wall. As she reeled in surprise, I pulled her into a kiss to stifle her gasp. Pushing my knee up into her heat, “guess you don’t get to cum either,” deepening her adorable little moans. I ground my knee against her, feeling her helplessly dribbling girlcum on my knee. as I felt her begin bucking against me, trying in vain to cum, I let go and backed away to the other side of the closet. She let herself slide down the wall and began desperately touching herself on the floor, whimpering. I couldn't help but follow suit, seeing her stare blankly up at me, desperately trying to get off. 

The closet was hot, steamy with our shallow breaths and the scent of sex thick in the air. The sense of power growing within me was palpable, staring down at her, slowly stroking my cock. Knowing that I was the only thing in the world on her mind right now. Her pace quickened, small moans beginning to slip out of her parted lips. I stepped closer, until I towered over her, one hand steadying myself above her, the other masturbating. Her pace quickened even further, and I tried my best to match pace. She was fast, and evidently pent up. Before I knew it, she was on the brink, reaching a paw up and grabbing my thigh, the new stimulation causing me to cum along with her, spurts of watery girlcum all over her face and chest.

We stayed there, panting for a while, and soon, I think, we both came to the realization that yes, we just did all that again, and the closet now stinks of sweat and sex. Not to mention that Aux was now covered in cum.

"I think I need a shower," we both whispered between panting breaths, nearly in unison.

It was pretty simple to get to the bathroom, I was worried about the wet sound Aqua’s fur was making, but it was literally 5 steps.  I stood there awkwardly while she got in the shower, until she reached a hand back out and purred, “come on, you’ll get me looking like this but you won't help clean me up?”

It was a little awkward clambering into the shower behind her, my crotch brushed against her ass and I won't lie it took a lot of willpower to not begin this whole cycle again. Stupid tiny shower. That's when I felt something brush against my ass, behind me. Aux giggled, "I forgot I left that in here, so I decided to set it up and give you a taste of your own medicine, Coz." she put a hand on my chest and pushed me back, into the dildo I had failed to see stuck to the wall.

Fucking hell, I don't know how long it's been since I was filled like that.the steam from the shower and the mass inside me made my brain so foggy I could hardly think. Aqua pushed me back inch by inch, ‘til she figured I had probably bottomed out on it. I didn't move for a few beats, prompting a reply of, "aww, too worked up to think, little bun?"Hearing that made me make a sound that she described as “pathetic and adorable.” With one paw she grabbed my dick,  and with her other she pet me on the head and called me a good girl. Causing me to make another sound (which she would describe as ‘absolutely adorable’ later.)

Aqua pushed her paw against my chest, groping me and forcing me further back into the dildo. I leaned forward, my face pressing up against her chest, almost automatically my lips were upon her breast, kissing and licking as I bucked back on the dildo.

She held the back of my head, pressing it into her breast. Each moan I elicited from her a small victory, though it was hard to maintain a rhythm while I rode the toy.

"Fuck Coz, you are SO good at this" Aqua moaned breathlessly. I dutifully took that as a sign to continue, smiling when I realized she was desperately humping into her other hand. But then she patted me on the head, “Actually, sit down for me” Holding on to her tight, I repositioned the dildo onto the floor of the shower, staring up at Aqua. She grasped the back of my head and pushed my snout into her cum soaked fur. “Good girl, Coz. clean up that mess you made for me.” It was the best I could do to moan into her, and lick of course. I was a good girl, after all. Eventually, her fur was as clean as I could get it, and I defaulted to obediently licking her cute little cock. We were both lost in this sexual feedback loop until there was a sudden shock of cold water, rudely informing us that we had totally lost track of time. 

We both quickly did our best to get ourselves presentable (which wasn’t much, admittedly,) and snuck off to our rooms. Well, I was gonna go back to my room before you caught me, Clara. So, um, can I go put some clothes on? Please?

#my writing #hornyposting #:3

[lolahasmoxie]

Take a Trip - E.M.

I saw this AMAZING post from @shieldofiron and I had to do it.

P.S. I'm high right now. Rock on.

Pairing - Eddie Munson x Teacher reader

Warnings - drugs, casual intimacy, Eddie being a dumbass.

"Eddie, I'm home!" You didn't look inside your home as you removed your shoes at the door. Hanging up your coat, you turn your head when you hear socked feet quickly approaching.

"Hi, Baby, how was your day?"

"Not bad," you reply as Eddie dips to kiss your lips. "The kids were pretty good today, but I am so glad it's Friday, and I get you to myself for two whole days."

"Same," he replies with a dopey grin. He'd been pulling extra hours this week so that you could have an interrupted weekend.

"So, where are we going for date night tonight?" you ask as you walk past Eddie. "You never told me what we were doing for your pick?"

"Yeah," he replies shamefully, a hand rubbing his neck as he tries to catch up with you. "I don't think we'll be going anywhere tonight."

"What do you mean?" you ask, and stop dead when you spot Wayne sitting on the couch. He's staring at the TV, a bright cartoon playing as he smiles and laughs to himself. "Edward, what the fuck did you do?" you whispered, still loud enough that you caught the older man's attention.

"Y/N!" he says happily, and before you can say anything, Wayne rises from the couch and speed walks up to you. He wraps you up in a hug, and Eddie watches the whole spectacle with a bemused yet guilty look.

"Hi, Wayne," you begin. "Everything okay?"

"Haven't felt this good in years. Eddie made some homemade brownies; I didn't know he was so good in the kitchen, did you?" You sigh as your brain deduces what is happening. You glance over at your man, who now looks simply guilty.

"He is a whiz; in fact, I need to talk to the chef in the kitchen. Why don't you go back to your show?" Wayne nods, and when he's back on the sofa, you grab Eddie's hand and drag him into your kitchen.

"Now, before you say anything,"

"How much did he take, Eddie?" Eddie looked you in the eye as he mumbled an answer under his breath. "Loud enough for normal people to hear, dingus."

"Half a pan."

"HALF A PAN!" you say, shocked. Edward quickly shushes you as you rub a hand down your face. "Jesus H. Christ....you know we haven't been on a date in two weeks?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And that I was really looking forward to spending some alone time with you because I fucking miss you?" Eddie nods as he hangs his head. You let out a sigh as you assess the situation. "You know you owe me big, right?"

"One step ahead of you," he says with a boyish grin as he deems it safe to approach you. "I have a table at Enzo's tomorrow night, and the Hawk is showing your favorite movie, so I figured we could check it out after."

"Good save," you reply, and Eddie grins as he leans in to kiss you. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in. "Make sure to label your shit next time, Dr. Feelgood?" Eddie chuckles before he presses his forehead to yours.

"Yes, ma'am. And I can start making it up to you tonight if you'd like?" You pull back and study his face, waiting for him to continue. "Why don't you have a piece of brownie while I go upstairs and draw you a bath. Then, after Wayne has passed out, I will give you 35 uninterrupted minutes of oral sex."

His eyes are eager, eyebrows raised as you contemplate his offer. Those pretty chocolate orbs are laser-focused as you pretend to have an internal debate. "Make it 45, and we have a deal."

"Wow, twist my arm, why don't you," he says with fake annoyance. "I will do this for you; it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make." He makes a vigilant face, and you can't help but laugh at him. You pull him in and press your lips to his to allay his pride when he starts to pout, and deep down, you hope that this feeling you have with him never goes away.

"Now, my Lady," he begins with his Dungeon Master voice. "You grab a brownie, and I'll set up your bath." There's a quick peck to your lips, and your sweet boy is heading to your bathroom. You cut a piece of brownie and pop it in your mouth, smiling when you realize Wayne's assessment was correct. This brownie is fucking delicious.

As you take another bite, you hear Waye guffawing at something that happened on the TV. You turn your head when you hear Eddie come back into the kitchen. He bows and makes a sweeping gesture to the hallway. "My Lady, your bath awaits."

You kiss him on the cheek when you're in front of him, but Wayne's laugh stops you both before you can say anything.

"At least he's having a good time." Eddie offers, and you put a hand on his shoulder and shake your head.

"You realize he is going to murder you tomorrow, right?"

"It's Wayne; he wouldn't harm a fly," Eddie says with surety. "And if I'm wearing my running shoes in the morning, it's for a totally unrelated matter."

"Sure it is," you chuckle. "Now, you go babysit your Uncle, I’m gonna take a relaxing bath. Naked. While touching myself. Have fun!"

"Evil, EVIL woman," he mutters under his breath before he heads to keep an eye on his Uncle.

BONUS:

The next morning:

"Hey, Wayne. How are you..."

"Boy, if there isn't a mug of coffee in front of me in 5 seconds, I'm putting your ass up for adoption."

"Wayne, I'm 25."

"4, 3...."

"Coffee, got it."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic

[final-girl96]

STOLE HEARTS CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Author's Note: It has been forever since I updated this, and I apologize.

~♡~♡~♡~

A WEEK LATER

I sat in the kitchen at my dad's house. After what happened with Eddie I went home and packed as much shit I could get in my car and came straight to my dad's. He wasn't home though; he was on his tour with the rest of the band. So I was here alone. Drowning in my own thoughts; replaying every word Eddie had said to me. I would have stayed in our house but when I told him not to bother coming home it only produced more harsh words from him.

“Well, congratulations, Eddie, you're a free man now. You can go fuck whoever you want and get as drunk and high as you cold icy black heart can handle. I'm done. We're done.” I began to walk towards my car, but stopped and turned back around. “oh, and don't bother coming home. I'll pack your shit and you can go live your life the way you want since I'm such a bitch.”

“Technically, sweetheart, that house is mine. I bought it and it's in my name. So you should be the one to leave.” His words were slurred but still very clear at the same time. “Don't need you anyway. Not when I can have any girl I want. Only used to get where I am now! Stacy is hotter than you and has a better pussy!”

I couldn't stop the tears that fell down my cheeks. He was drunk and didn't mean it. That's what I tried to tell myself. But you know what they say, “drunk words are sober thoughts.” I got in my car, went back to the house, grabbed as much as I could fit in my car, and left. I came to my dad's and the flood of tears I've been holding back that I've been holding in since the hideout. I cried until I fell asleep and when I woke up a few hours later, my eyes were still sore, red, and puffy.

It's been like that on and off for a week. I would cry until I fell asleep, then I'd wake up and force myself to eat something. I haven't gone anywhere or done anything either, just been curled up on the couch or in my bed all day. I didn't bother getting dressed, favoring pajamas or sweatpants and an oversized sweater. I'd slowly make my way into the kitchen and make myself eat something at least once a day.

Today I wore a pair of black sweats and one of my dad's sweatshirts, with a pair of wool socks. I was making my way downstairs when the doorbell chimed through the house. I stopped halfway down the stairs, my heart stopped for a second before picking up and hammering against my ribcage. I haven't heard from Eddie at all since I left that night. I was kind of disappointed and sad he didn't try to reach out, but at the same time I was glad he didn't. I was frozen on the stairs not wanting to check and see who it was; afraid it might be him.

What would I do? What would I say? What would he say? Would he try to apologize? Or would he beg for me to forgive him and give him another chance. Say that he didn't mean everything he said? The doorbell rang again followed by someone pounding on the door. I slowly moved down the stairs and towards the door. The person on the other side pounded on the door again and I moved faster, coming up to the door, and peaking through the peephole. Who I saw was someone I never suspected to be at my doorstep. I unlocked the door and pulled it open.

“You look like shit.” The door was pushed open and they pushed their way into the house. “Excuse you! You can't just barge into my house like you own the fucking place!” I closed the door. “Hargrove!” I walked after him, finding him in the kitchen sitting the bags of food on the counter. “What are you doing here? What the fuck is that?” He started to go through the cabinets. “Hello?”

“It's chinese. Where’re the plates?” I pointed to the cabinet to the left of the stove. “Why are you here?” I asked. He grabbed a couple plates, turned, set them down, and began to pull everything out of the bags. “Thought you'd want company. Also figured you probably haven't been eating much of anything other than ice cream. You women are pathetic after a breakup or any little inconvenience.” I raised my brow at him. “Excuse you? I have eaten more than ice cream, not that it's any of your business and I don't need comp…”

“Honey chicken?” I looked at him confused and he raised his eyebrows at me along with an annoyed look. I nodded my head and he proceeded to put a little over everything on the plates. “Sit and eat.” I sat in one of the stools with a sigh. “I didn't need any company.” Billy stayed standing while he ate and scoffed. “Are you going to tell me that you haven't been curled up in your bed crying all day for a week?” I shoved rice into my mouth and rolled my eyes. “No. Sometimes I lay on the couch,” I said with a small smile forming on my face. Billy scoffed out a laugh. “Oh well, excuse me.”

Silence fell over us for a few minutes while we ate our food. “Why are you really here, Billy?” I asked after a while. He shrugged, “Guess I just thought I'd come check on you. I know you're here all alone and what happened between you and E…” I gave him a look that cut him short. I didn't even want to hear his name. “Look, I know you probably don't want to hear anything about him or what happened at the bar…what he said was fucking…I wanted to knock his ass out for it. But I don't know if what he said is true. And before you bit my fucking head off let me explain why.”

I stood up, going over to the fridge and yanking it open. I pulled a water and a beer out, placing the beer in front of Billy. “Well? Go on. Let's hear why you think he wasn't telling the truth? I mean brink words are sober thoughts, right? That's what they say. But before you do let me tell you something you don't know.” He nodded his head and let me continue. “She was there at his last concert. She was waiting outside. We came back here because things started to get really rocky between us. It was a party every night after a concert…after a while I decided to stop going with him. He continued partying and would be out all night long not getting until sometimes four in the morning.”

I took a sip of water and looked up at him. “I have no doubt that she has been around for a while now. He was just drinking, Billy, and he was also getting high. I know talking about smoking pot either. I'm talking about cocaine. He swore it wasn't all the time and that it wasn't enough for him to get addicted to. It went from just being in the green room with the boys and a few girls the other guys would pick out of the crowd of fans to going out to clubs and being out until four in the morning. Also, It wasn't the first time he said something like that to me.”

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

༉‧₊˚. 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝟓? || 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

― pairing: dean winchester x plus size!reader

― summary: while grieving dean's death, you leave him a series of voicemails, not anticipating that he'd be brought back from hell and listen to all of them.

― warnings: talks about dean's death in s4, drunk dialing, mentions of drinking.

― wc: 1066

⋆ a/n: i'm not even going to lie, this is a oldie, but potentially a goodie? i don't know, i think it was an interesting concept. maybe it's just the idea that it's old lol. yes, this is my payment while i get requests and kinktober posted!

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You have 5 unanswered voicemails from "_____" Would you like to play them?

Voicemail 1:

Hey, uh— It's me, _____, actually you already know that. I don't even know if you're going to get this, seeing as though you have like— five burner phones, but let's just hope this is the one you use. What am I kidding, it doesn't even matter if you get this, you're dead.

Would you like to listen to voicemail 2?

"Yes.”

Voicemail 2:

I just wanted to let you know that I miss you, like, a lot. Hunting hasn't been the same without you. You know the other day I actually tried to call you about some information on this hunt I was working on, but then I realized that it was kinda useless; it's okay though, I figured out that it was actually just a shifter. All I could think of was 'What would Dean do?' and just that question alone helped me figure out that random goo on a kitchen counter wasn't just from cooking.

I've been keeping an eye on Sam the best I can, but we've been talking about going on our own. I'm trying my best to do what I know you would want, but your brother is growing restless and I don't want to keep him on a leash. This chick has been coming by a lot recently, but I think she could be good for him? I have no clue, honestly I haven't had a clue on what to do since you died. I know I'll be okay and I'll figure it out, but I just wish I knew what to do when it came to you.

Play voicemail 3?

"Damn it, yes."

Voicemail 3:

You know what you are Dean? A selfish person. You didn't think about anyone but yourself when you made that deal. I get that Sam was dead, but did you ever stop to think that maybe I needed you too? That I needed your impulsive ass alive? What about me Dean? Just what the hell was going through your head when you summoned that bastard? You know what, no, I know what was going on in your head, nothing, absolutely fucking nothing. I hate you, I hated ever being in love with you.

Play voicemail 4?

Dean let out a shaky sigh. "Yes."

Voicemail 4:

I didn't mean anything I said, I was drunk and sad, I just— I just miss you a lot. I did mean it when I said that I was in love with you, but you're gone now, I just wish I would've told you sooner. After Sam had buried you, I— I didn't leave your grave for a week; all I did was talk, God, I talked for hours, I confessed every single thing that I thought about you, every feeling that you ever made me feel, I bet there's still some of my tears fertilizing the dirt. I love you Dean, and I miss you. I wish that I could comfort myself and say that you're in a better place, but we both know that I'd be lying.

I know you're in pain, and you probably will be for the rest of eternity, but I wish that I could help stop it. I would take away everything, even if it was only for a couple of seconds, I'd bear it all. I never thought you'd learn about my feelings for you this way, but I guess it's only accurate, you know? Us hunters can't have anything nice, especially if that person is alive. Sorry, I'm just tryin' to joke around, it was getting too intense. I love you, Dean Winchester. I just wish you were alive to hear me say that.

Dean felt his eyes burn, his heart twisting around painfully inside of his body. He felt like he couldn't breathe, almost not hearing the automated voice.

Play voicemail 5?

"Just play the damn thing."

Voicemail 5:

Hey, I know it's been a while, maybe about a month since I've called you? I've been trying to avoid leaving voicemails since they make me sad, and sad isn't good for business. You know I don't like working while having a foggy mind, it's not that therapeutic to me. I just wanted to tell you that I quit hunting. I tried to carry on, but I just couldn't risk losing anybody else to this life, hell, even myself. You know what, no, I have lost myself, and I didn't want to continue on without my life having some sort of meaning.

Hunting with Sam and you had changed my life, for better and for worse, but I will never regret all of my experiences with you both. You made me feel wanted, welcomed, and at peace with life and with myself, I just wish I could give you guys everything that you gave me, but now it's too late. The best I could do was just try and leave, to live for Sam, and for you. I've been trying to make the most out of the rest of my life, because ever since I've left, I began to see so many things that I was too tense to. It's like seeing a whole new world Dean, no matter how naive I've chosen to be. I'm choosing to ignore all of the bad things, that the fact that there's always going to be monsters out there; I'm going to be like everyone else, I am finally choosing to be normal.

I love you Winchester, and I will never stop loving you, and maybe my body count will get me to where you are, and if I'm going to be honest, I cannot wait for that day to come. I guess this is a goodbye Dean, but me and you both know that it's only temporary.

You have no more new voicemails.

Dean didn't know how to feel, there were too many emotions, too many things that you had told him with only five voicemails. He didn't know whether to go after you or leave you be — actually — that was a lie, he did know what he wanted to do, and that was to find you, even if you didn't want to be found. He knew it was selfish of him, but he just had too much he needed to say now that he was back.

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[reorientation]

hi um. I'm a trans man, I hate being seen as a woman, and the thought of getting pregnant usually makes me panic (for a while before I figured out I was trans I thought I just had a pregnancy phobia). but I've been visiting blogs like yours more and more, and just now I started scrolling through your other blog and found myself an hour later hiding in the bathroom with my fingers inside myself. A full hour of hazy pleasure and i didn't think to stroke my tdick until just now — it's so hard but for some reason I went straight back to pressing my fingers into myself, imagining you placing a gentle hand on my belly as I've just started to swell, deciding to fuck me again just to show me how pleased you are with the baby im making for you.

I've had top surgery and been on testosterone for a while so I know I've ruined my body for most men who like real women but fuck please let me make a baby for you. I'm supposed to be on my way to a trans support group right now and instead I'm on my knees watching myself drip onto the shower floor and wishing it were your cum leaking out of me. I feel so ashamed and dirty and I wish you were here and could fuck me until I couldn't think about how scared I am of what's happening to me

God, this is beautiful. You haven't ruined your body for me, baby. Not while you have a fertile womb that makes you so scared and so desperate.

There's no reason to panic at the thought of your purpose, sweetheart. Not when you can imagine me lovingly stroking your belly, reminding you that you're serving me well. Doesn't that thought make you want to ignore your swollen clit and push your fingers deep into your pussy? Doesn't having your fingers in your pussy make you wish that it was my hard cock instead, pressing the first drops of precum against your cervix?

You feel ashamed and dirty because you're alone, playing with yourself and knowing that you're neglecting the social role that you tried to choose. When a man's spreading your legs, there's no room to think about any of that. You just have to accept the weight on top of you, and the cock opening you up, and the hot cum pouring into your womb. You just have to give in to the animal frenzy that washes away your self-conception and your fear and prepares you to carry out your biological responsibility.

I'm sure you'd be scared again once your head cleared, but that wouldn't even matter. It wouldn't make a difference whether you felt panic and doubt in between rounds of being pumped full of cum. You'd still be doing exactly what you were supposed to do - and I'd remind you of that, with careful attention to the growing curve of your belly, until hormones and baby brain swept your hesitations away.

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[matchamilkislover]

In The Darkest Corners, 13.

pairing: vi x fem!oc (reader with a name)

warnings: mature themes, just an overall minors beware, violence, just general arcane-ness. this one’s still pretty fucked up, at least for my standards.

word count: 2,957

author’s note: i low key feel sadistic after writing this chapter. but anyways, yes i know my paragraphs are long, no i won’t be changing them 😁 enjoy !!

don’t forget to read the other parts first!!

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Caitlyn's steps echoed in the damp corridor as she approached the cell where Vi was held captive. The dim light cast long shadows on the walls that seemed to follow her as she walked. As Caitlyn reached for the door, the clink of metal against metal reverberated in the cold air. Her voice pierced the silence as she whispered into it. “Vi? Are you there?” A quiet echo bounced off of the cold, hard walls of the cell, but the resounding silence made her nervous as the seconds passed. After what felt like forever, Vi's voice cut through the silence, sharp and incredulous.

“Caitlyn? What the hell are you doing here?” Vi hissed back, rising out of the darkness of her cell to approach Caitlyn. Her defenses prickled at the memory of what went down in front of the Council. More importantly, what she lost that day.

Caitlyn paused, her hand lingering on the lock. She met Vi's gaze, her expression unreadable. "I'm getting you out.”

Hope flickered in Vi’s chest, but it was quickly dampened by doubt. The skepticism dancing on her face hardened into a scowl. "Why? What's your game, Caitlyn?"

"Look, I know you may not have the best impression of me, but I’m here for Olive. She’s been missing, and I talked to the bartender at The Last Drop. He last saw her with Sevika, until she passed out and Sevika dragged her off. I don’t suppose you’ve heard anything about this?” Caitlyn replied, her tone measured.

Vi's fists clenched, the tension between them escalating. "You think I don’t know? That Silco wouldn’t dangle it in my face like some sort of fucked up little game? You think I haven’t been torturing myself in here, day in and day out, trying to figure out how to get to her?” She stepped forward menacingly as she spoke, until Caitlyn could almost feel her breath on her face. “But now you show up out of nowhere, claiming you want to help? For what, a Piltover PR stunt? Either get me out of here so I can fix this shit, or leave.”

Caitlyn's jaw tightened, and for a moment, the air crackled with unspoken conflict. "I know you don't trust me, Vi. But I need you to trust that I want to help you. To help Olive. Silco's grip on the Undercity is tightening, and we need to stand together against it." She paused, taking a suddenly shaky breath. “And…I, uh….I can’t lose Olive again.”

Vi scoffed and rolled her eyes, suspicion still etched on her features. "Why should I believe you? You've always been on the other side of this mess. You couldn’t even try to find Olive when she spent an entire year alone in the Undercity.”

Caitlyn sighed, the weight of their shared history pressing on her shoulders. "I know I haven't been the most reliable ally in the past. But circumstances have changed. We—"

Vi cut her off bitterly. "Save it. I don't need your explanations. Just get me out of here, and we'll go from there." Caitlyn was silent, caught off guard. Vi studied Caitlyn's face, searching for any hint of deceit. The cell seemed to shrink around them as the seconds ticked away. Finally, Caitlyn nodded, a begrudging acceptance in her eyes. She understood that the fragile alliance forged in the depths of the Undercity might not survive in the harsh light of the world above.

She pulled out some sort of advanced lock picking mechanism, and made quick work of the rickety cell lock. As the lock clicked open, the cell door swung open and Caitlyn stepped back cautiously as Vi quickly exited her cell. The tension lingered, a silent reminder of the delicate balance between trust and betrayal hovering around them. Caitlyn, acutely aware of the strained atmosphere, focused on the task at hand—getting Vi out of Stillwater. The dim light flickered overhead, casting erratic shadows on the walls. They were able to quickly sneak back out of Stillwater, Caitlyn following Vi’s quick, athletic maneuvering.

Once they were a ways away from Stillwater, Caitlyn put a hand on Vi’s arm to stop her. Vi flinched at the touch, like she was tempted to swing, but Caitlyn chose to ignore the movement. “Stop, Vi — where are we even going? How do you know where she is?”

The question made Vi sigh, like it was something obvious that Caitlyn was oblivious to. “I know Silco. I know where he keeps his facilities. I know exactly where he has her. Where he wants me.” Her face was hard as stone.

Caitlyn wasn’t convinced. “So what, we’re just going to walk straight into what is obviously a trap? The two of us? Even if we managed to get in, there’s no way we’d be able to get Olive out. Not without a full rescue team.” Her disbelief was palpable in her voice.



Vi closed her eyes, like she was thinking, and then shook her head. “I don’t care. I’ll figure it out. I won’t wait anymore. I have to find her.” She started walking again, but yet again, Caitlyn grabbed her arm to stop her, more forcefully this time.

“You’d be a fool to do this. Just wait one day, I’ll pull together a team of enforcers and we’ll face Silco and his followers together. Then we’ll have an actual chance.” Her voice was desperate, like she wasn’t just trying to convince Vi, but herself as well. Vi pulled away again.

“You can do that if you want, but I’ve learned my lesson with enforcers, and I’m not risking it again. Especially not with Olive involved.” She spoke with an air of finality that Caitlyn came to accept was not one to be questioned. She sighed.

“Fine. I’ll move as quickly as I can, but in the meantime, just…be safe. Please. For Olive,” Caitlyn replied in a gentler voice, softening in the subject of her childhood friend. Vi nodded, and then turned her back to leap into the Undercity, moving as quickly as she could while keeping her stealth.

—

This time when Olive awoke, she was alone. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved, or made more anxious by the absence of another person. She sat there in the silence, her back against the freezing wall of her cell, alone with her thoughts and fears. Was she really going to die like this? How soon would it be? Would, at the end of the day, it really be her own father that ended her life? A year ago, she might’ve been grateful to be free from the pain and confusion…but now, she had something to lose. Someone to lose. Even if it was a someone who left her. Alone. In the rain. Someone who she wasn’t even sure she would ever see again, if she did survive this. Before Olive knew it, she could feel tears dripping down her cheeks, and her ears suddenly registered the sobs leaving her throat. Her cries seemed unending, the cold in the air and the burning on her wrists disappearing into her sorrow. After what felt like forever and no time at all, she finally heard footsteps tapping down the corridor towards her, a mocking “tsk, tsk, tsk,” being murmured by the figure as they approached.

“What?” Olive choked out through her sobs. Suddenly, it didn’t feel worth it to save her words anymore. “Here to taunt me more? Make me feel worthless, hopeless, despaired?” She took a shaking breath and continued, “Well, I’m already there. You did your job. What else do you want from me?” The door to her cell clanged open and shut, but Olive still kept her eyes squeezed and trained on the floor. It wasn’t like she could use her hands to wipe her tears while they were changed behind her back, so squeezing the excess liquid out of her eyes was the best she could do. She listened intently as the figure knelt in front of her and grabbed her face in their hands. She wished she didn’t recognize their touch.

“Oh, dear, sweet Olive tree, don’t cry,” her father’s — no, Teeter’s voice made a terrified shiver go down her spine. He wiped her tears for a moment, but she flinched from his touch, now glaring straight into his eyes. Instead of pulling away, his grip on her jaw tightened. His voice turned from a fake sweetness to a true hiss. “Don’t you worry, dear daughter,” he drew out the pet name like a snake, “it’ll all be over soon anyways. We’re just missing one piece of our puzzle.” Olive took a deep breath, and glanced down at his hands before looking back into his eyes. Wordlessly, she reeled back slightly and, as hard as she could, spit straight in his face.

Her screams followed quickly after. “YOU MOTHERFUCKER,” she bellowed, her voice scraping even as she ignored it, “YOU FILTHY MURDERING FUCKING TRAITOR, YOU’RE DEAD. YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD. I WON’T LET YOU DO THIS AGAIN, I WON’T. YOU COWARD,” her voice echoed in the cell and down whatever corridors connected to it. Teeter grimaced and angrily wiped the spit off his face, using that same hand to then cover one of his ears as Olive screamed, the other keeping a tight grip on her face. He suddenly let go of her face and immediately slapped her as hard as he could, making Olive’s eyes blur and tears prick in her eyes. Before she could react, he gripped her face in one hand again, this time so tightly that her cheeks were completely squished together by her mouth.

“How dare you, you little bitch,” he snarled, pulling her close to his face. Even though her cheek was bright red and felt like it was on fire, Olive ignored the pain and returned Teeter’s glare silently. He huffed and dropped her. “Sevika!” He called in a suddenly airy voice, “I think our bitch needs a muzzle.” As Sevika turned from the wall outside of Olive’s cell and strolled in as requested, Olive’s stomach filled with dread. Her heart pounded against her chest, and she scrambled back against the wall, as if she would somehow be able to escape this. Teeter simply watched her and laughed cruelly. Olive’s eyes were wide as saucers while she watched Sevika approach, spinning a metal muffle gag in one finger.

Sevika’s voice broke through the momentarily quiet room. “I’ll take it from here,” she spoke gruffly through a half-smirk, only glancing at Teeter, who nodded and looked to Olive one more time. She continued glaring.

“I’ll see you later then, dear daughter,” he said sinisterly, kicking her once in the abdomen lightly and ignoring her whine. “Can’t wait for our next talk…” He turned and slinked out of the room, leaving Sevika to her own devices with Olive. The taller woman nodded a goodbye and focused her attention to Olive, who was glaring up at her from her position against the wall.

Sevika smirked. “Oh, my little bird, I wish we could do this in different circumstances,” she remarked cruelly, approaching Olive with the so-called ‘muzzle’ in her hand. “How nice would that be, hm?” Her voice was that of a mocking murmur, only fueling Olive’s hatred and dread. Olive bared her teeth in a grimace, holding back the urge to spit again.

“You’re disgusting,” Olive replied in a hate-filled voice. Sevika only laughed. Her laugh made something in Olive snap, and she reeled back and then spit straight into Sevika’s face (or as close as she could get from the floor). Disgusted, Sevika grimaced and then whipped her gaze back to Olive with a newfound anger in her eyes.

“You really want to act like a bitch? Then I’ll treat you like the little bitch that you are,” Sevika barked, roughly grabbing Olive’s jaw in one hand and yanking her up to where Sevika could more easily reach her. Before Olive could recover from the shock and spit a retort, the muzzle was being shoved onto her face. Olive half-choked on the gag as it invaded her face and mouth, making Sevika grin maliciously. With a click, Sevika latched the device on securely and shoved Olive back down to the floor, still gagging a bit on the new sensation and desperately trying to force her body to breathe out of her nose. Once she could breathe, she sent a hateful glare towards Sevika, who sighed and leaned down a bit. Her large body approaching Olive’s made the smaller flinch away, as if she would be able to get away. As if. Sevika rolled her eyes.

“You know, little bird, I would be a lot nicer if you made it easier,” Sevika said to her with a sigh, catching Olive’s chin with one finger as she tried to turn away and lifting Olive’s gaze to hers. “So pretty…” she murmured, “we’d have so much fun, you and I.” Olive could do nothing but glare in response. Sevika sighed again and removed her finger. “It’s too bad that you’re too much of a prissy bitch to take an opportunity when you get one,” she grunted and took out a cigar, lighting it and placing it between her lips to take a long drag before speaking again. “You could’ve had it good down here. But instead, you chose someone who won’t even attempt to help you. How sad.” Olive’s glare became fiery, and she lurched out towards Sevika, as if she could do anything. The chain holding her hands wasn’t even long enough for her to stand up, much less reach Sevika, and Olive was yanked back down by the chain as vigorously as she tried to get up. Unsurprisingly, Sevika laughed and cooed mockingly. “Aww, want to fight back, do we?” her voice hushed suddenly, “You’re ours now, little bird. And there’s no fighting back.” With that, she turned around and left the room, leaving Olive to moan in pain at the new restriction on her face.

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The night wrapped Silco's stronghold in a shroud of darkness, broken only by sporadic lanterns casting long, eerie shadows. Vi moved with calculated determination towards the looming warehouse that covered Silco’s underground hold, her steps muffled by her strategic movements as she approached. Ideally, she would slip past the guards and into the stronghold unnoticed, but when it came to Vi, this wasn’t a very realistic option. Instead, she left a trail of unconscious guards behind her, bodies hidden by random objects or pushed behind barriers and into shadowy corners. Soon enough, she was within the twisted corridors of Silco’s headquarters. The echoes of distant conversations and clinking metal reverberated as Vi navigated the labyrinthine passages, her keen eyes searching for any sign of Olive. The information she had extracted from Caitlyn and Grint had led her here, to Silco's inner sanctum, where he practiced the majority and most important of his operations, as well as kept his long-term prisoners. Her heart pounded in her chest as she descended lower and lower into the hold, eventually approaching a heavily guarded door. With practiced finesse, Vi disabled the guards without a sound, their unconscious bodies now silent witnesses to her intrusion. The door, fortified and imposing, seemed to defy her entry. Vi gritted her teeth, muscles flexing as she used all her strength to pry it open. The hinges groaned in protest, but the door finally yielded. The corridor beyond was dimly lit, revealing rows of cells like crypts in the Undercity's secret catacomb. The air hung heavy with the scent of dampness and despair. Vi scanned the cells as she advanced through the corridor, her eyes searching for a familiar face. Eventually, she spotted a battered form huddled on the ground on the floor of the farthest cell, quiet pained breaths leaving the person’s body. Vi rushed to the cell, hands coming up to the bars as she looked in. Instantly, her heart sank as she recognized that the form was in fact a shivering Olive, seemingly unconscious on the floor of her cell.

"Olive!" Vi whispered urgently, her voice barely audible above the oppressive silence. Olive’s body didn’t move. Vi shoved the door open, nearly ripping it off its hinges, ignoring the fact that it was suspiciously unlocked as she rushed to Olive. She gently took Olive’s face in her calloused and wrapped hands, inspecting her as she whispered pleas for her to get up. “Olive, Olive please…wake up, Olive, please…it’s me, its Vi,” she begged, her voice breaking as she spoke and a breath of relief leaving her chest when Olive’s eyes blinked open.

But instead of looking relieved, Olive’s eyes widened and she immediately squirmed to try to escape Vi’s grasp, her instincts surging with panic even though she had yet to realize who had awoken her. Vi gently grabbed one of her arms and rubbed, continuing to identify herself until Olive finally seemed to hear her and paused, wide eyes meeting Vi’s. At first, she looked shocked, then relieved, and tears welled in her eyes as Vi pulled her into her grasp and held her for a moment. Vi then pulled away, moving to release her from her binds, but Olive’s eyes grew wide again, and she started to scream from behind her mask, muffled sounds being all that came out as she stared at something behind Vi and desperately tried to free herself again. Confused, Vi’s ears finally picked up on footsteps approaching from behind, not having heard them before as she focused on Olive. But by the time she realized this, it was too late, and something heavy hit her on the head before she could even turn around, the world going dark.

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[el-dibidibidorado1]

Cough syrup

A/N: I know it's been a long while but life has a way to fuck over people. I had written this a while ago but I haven't had time to post it. @salenorona23

Pairings: Eddie X reader

Word count: 1k

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You had it coming. You saw the signs and you still had more than enough time to control it but now, now you are stuck in bed having to stick a thermometer underneath your tongue.

It started off with sneezing, then the shivers and cough but now it was full blown body aches and fatigue.

You figured that if you went to school it would cheer you up and make you shake the cold away, but again, you saw the signs and was slowly slouching towards Eddie's shoulder.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked.

'Men..' you thought. It was completely obvious that your fevered cheeks and slight shivers were enough to tell him that you're sick, but he didn't caught on. The two of you had a few classes together so when he didn't find you in lunch or the classes he had with you, he began to worry.

"Whoa! Whoa! We talked about this Munson!" Eddie has that habit of hiding behind Robin's locker door so when she closes it, his mug face scared her.

"Sorry." He said trying not to laugh.

"Have you seen Y/n?" Robin grabbed her backpack and walked to her class with Eddie tagging along.

"Seriously?" She raised her eyebrows.

"What?" Eddie was still so oblivious that it made him scratch his head.

"You aren't being a great boyfriend that Y/n claims you to be. You know that!" Robin said and stopped outside of her class. Eddie was too busy thinking about you, Robin sighed and flicked his forehead making him get out of his head.

"Y/n went home..." she adjusted her backpack strap and began walking in when she turned.

"They have a cold, Dingus." She said before motioning him to leave.

"Ah fuck.." he said to himself. He decided to skip a few classes and try to get stuff for you. It wasn't some cheap generic stuff but the expensive stuff. Eddie cares for you and wanted the best treatment he could offer.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you." You told your sibling when they brought you a glass of water and some ibuprofen to bring down the fever you had. Your parents were working and they were the only ones that would be able to get out of work to pick you up.

"You're stupid. Why would you go to school like that?" They gently wiped away a light sweat from your forehead.

"I didn't think it would get this bad." Your voice was becoming hoarse from the itch on the back of your throat. They sighed and glanced at their watch, cursing.

"I gotta get back, if not the boss is going to have my head." They made you drink the pills and left another big glass of water on the nightstand.

"Should I just cal-" they became worried about leaving you home alone sick. You threw a small pillow at them making them gasp.

"Get the hell out..." you playfully say.

"I'm a big kid. I can take care of myself." With that they sigh and jingle their keys before walking out.

"Well, gotta blast." They said the motto of their job and left. You could hear them locking the front door before driving off.

"This sucks" you loudly sighed. You quickly got bored and reached over to your nightstand and took out one of the books Eddie had lend you. It was useless because you fell asleep halfway through a chapter.

Eddie drove up to your house and noticed it empty. He scratched his head and tried the front door but it was locked like always, so he used his same path to your room. You always left your window unlocked when Eddie was coming over so he did that.

He peered into the window looking at you sleeping uncomfortably. He frowned and used his big hand to lift up the window and slithered in with the full bag of medicine and snacks.

"Shit" he mumbled when he tripped over the edge and fell against your bed waking you up.

"Eddie?!" You said when you saw his hair flopping around.

"Hiya Sweetheart." He said after getting up and fixing his hair.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You asked feeling your head pounding.

"Robin gave me the news that you had a cold." You chuckled at him. It took another person for your boyfriend to know that you're sick.

"Took you a while to notice, my lovely Boyfriend." He blushed embarrassed.

"You should go. I don't want you to get sick." You felt a tickle on your throat and coughed into your elbow. Eddie quickly searched the plastic bag and brought out a cough syrup and rushed to your side.

"Eddie, I mean it..." you managed to say and pushed him away with your hand.

"Go home." He grabbed your hand.

"I'm staying, because I care about you." He said dead serious. Your heart began beating crazily and just wanted to pull him for a kiss. He opened the bottle and helped you up. He gave you the small cup filled to the brim with syrup and your face contorted in a disgusted one.

"Take it like a shot!" He began gently pushing your hand towards your mouth. The smell made you feel a little nauseous and you threw some puppy eyes to him, hoping he wouldn't have to make you drink it.

"Give your balls a tug." He said before holding your nose making you open your mouth. He chuckled and gently tilted the cup towards your mouth making the syrup coat your mouth forcing you to swallow it. He laughed when you pushed his hands away and reached for the glass of water that was on you side.

"You are a dick." You chugged half of the water down trying to get rid of the taste.

"You have swallowed more strong stuff than that." He said placing the back of his hand against your cheeks and forehead. He hummed and lifted your shirt.

"What are you doing?" You asked when he placed his hand on your stomach feeling the temperature.

"Checking to see if you have a fever." You smiled at him loving the way he was weirdly taking care of you and let him do whatever he was doing.

"Hmmm." He kept on going in between your cheek and stomach before you stopped him.

"If you aren't sure I have a thermometer next to the cup." He reached over and grabbed it and shoved it into your mouth.

"I think you do have a fever, but it's best to make sure." He said and jumped to the side of your bed next to you. You pull down your shirt and scoot away from him but he kept on getting close until you were on the edge of your bed. He placed his arm around you and brought you to his side. You groaned and waited until the thermometer was done.

"100.4" he said when he checked the thing. He reached towards the bag and brought out another bottle of medicine making your face turn to fake pain.

"Come on this one will help even more." He opened it and poured a small amount into the cup and handed it to you. You looked at it for a second and remembered why you hated being sick.

"Please, y/n." He said your name so sweetly that you looked at him and nodded. With a deep breath you drank the syrup and quickly reached for the cup of water.

Once you were done you got comfortable and snuggled against Eddie.  You gave up on trying to get away from him he wasn't going to leave your side.

"Hold on." He got up and pulled off his battle Vest and jacket and pulled you back into his embrace. Your head was against his shoulder when he looked down at you and gently grabbed your chin, making you look up at him. He used his fingers to trace all over your face, he mostly ran his index finger on the bridge of your nose.

He really didn't want you to know that he was extremely worried and upset that you had gotten sick and that it took another person for him to notice it.

Your eyes began to slowly shut as the medicine had taken effect. Once you had fully gone to sleep he got you comfortable against your pillow he went to the bathroom grabbing damp face towel. He went back to you and began wiping softly the sweat off your face while trying to cool down your reddened and hot cheeks.

Eddie made plans for the next campaign and played some background music while waiting until your fever went down.

He gently made you open your mouth so he could put in the thermometer making you weakly whine. Eddie shushed you and combed your hair to lure you back to sleep.

When your fever went down enough, Eddie felt relieved that he needed a drink or smoke but he didn't have any of that. He flipped the whole bag of goodies and medicine searching for something but found nothing. He grabbed the medicine that he had given you.

"It wouldn't hurt...will it?"  He asked himself and gulped down  a sip. The bitter taste of the medicine made him cough up a lung.

"Oh fuck that is nasty." He croaked and began regretting giving it to you. He drank some of your water to ease the taste and went back to cuddled with you. Soon the two of you were sleeping, well passed the fuck out because of the cold syrup that the two of you drank.

You woke up feeling hot again and moved around when you felt and heard Eddie's soft snoring. Once you were facing him you thought about waking him up but seeing him sleeping was really an experience. You would expect him to drool and snore extremely loud but you saw the opposite. He looked peaceful and beautiful.

"Oh Eddie." You mumbled and slowly got out of bed. A shower was needed due to your sweating, also to lower down your fever before it spiked again. Once you finished you check the time.

"Its time again." You grabbed the two bottles of medicine and drank the correct amount for both of them.

"Sweetheart?" Eddie had woken up while you drowned yourself with the cup of water.

"Yeah." You asked.

"Come on." He grabbed your hand and pulled you back into his embrace. You got comfortable and looked at his sleepy face.

"Eddie, you'll get sick if you spend time with me." He shook his head and pouted without opening his eyes.

"Not anymore." He said.

"What?"

"I took some syrup after you had fallen asleep." You chuckled.

"You're stupid..." he opened his eyes and smiled.

"But smart." You whispered and pulled him in for a long awaited kiss.

Once he pulls away he made sure that you're alright and lured you back to sleep.

"Get better, Sweetheart." He kissed your nose and drifted back to sleep.

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things eddie #stranger things season four

[hackerqueen]

Another Love

Chapter 4: The heart wants what it wants

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warnings: language

– MC! Please open the door.

Lilly's pleading tone came from outside the door as I tried to get my breathing back to normal. No. It was impossible.

What the fuck happened?

My hands were shaking and my eyes filled with tears. I didn't know if I was dreaming again, and I made a fool of myself this time in front of everyone. I tangled my fingers in my hair, pulling it hard, trying to understand if the person I saw was just an illusion or not.

– I swear I'm gonna break down that door!

I took a few deep breaths, then unlocked the door and let the blonde in. I looked at her face and what I saw in her eyes was enough. It was enough for me to guess.

– Did you know?

Lilly swallowed, then looked down. Her hands were restless, she couldn't find the right place for them. She didn't have to answer, her body language betrayed her completely.I could not believe that.

– Did you know about it from the beginning? And yet, when I didn't believe it, you made me feel like a fucking insane?!

– It's not like that, MC. – she mumbled – It's… Jake. Jake told me to arrange his funeral and never tell you the truth.

It was another blow that made it harder and harder for me to breathe.

– You saw the condition I was in. – I started, trying not to let a single tear fall from my eye. – That every fucking day I blamed myself for his death!

She finally looked at me and I saw tears streaming down her cheeks. Her face was red from the shaking spasms of tears.

– Oh right. You couldn't know because you haven't spoken to me once since the funeral. – I added coldly, walking past her to leave the room. Looking at her was making me sick.

– Jake said it would be best for you.

I froze in the doorway hearing Lilly's sentence. The remnants of grief evaporated in a flash, leaving only anger. Stormy, burning anger. Without turning to face Lilly, I headed downstairs toward the front door. I was driven by pure rage at Jake. I wanted to hear why? Why the fuck did he do that and leave me for two years without any explanation?

There was a funeral atmosphere on the ground floor. Dan sipped whiskey, Cleo with Hannah and Jessy sat quietly on the sofa without exchanging a word, while Thomas paced around the living room, unable to find a place. Had he found out the truth? Or does he worry because he still thinks the hacker is his fiancée's lover?

As I ran down the stairs, all eyes turned to me. I clenched my jaw tight and asked.

– Where is he?

– He left. – Dan said sourly, then, looking at my condition, added – Don't do anything stupid.

I raised an eyebrow but didn't comment on his words. I was in such a state that if someone gave me a gun, I wouldn't be sure I wouldn't use it. I ran out of the house and onto the sidewalk, looking for a tall figure I hadn't seen anywhere. Disappointment rushed through my body, and undying anger caused me to kick hard at a rock that rolled into the street.

– MC?

I froze, feeling my pulse quicken and my heart almost leap out of my chest. I forced myself to look where the voice was coming from. I saw a hacker sitting nonchalantly on a black motorcycle. It was hard to see him because it was already late evening, but I could feel the intensity of his gaze even from this distance.

– You were waiting for me. – I said dryly and he nodded. There was a tense silence during which neither of us knew what to say. – After all this, all you have to say to me is "Hello MC"?

Jake scratched the back of his neck, apparently wondering what the most appropriate answer would be. You can see that his social skills haven't improved an inch in those two years.

– This is not the place for this conversation. I have a rented hotel room. We can go there. – he said carefully, and I tried not to let the hoarseness in his voice affect my thinking.

Alone with the person I hated at that moment? This couldn't end well. I didn't want to go anywhere with this liar.

– I can't. I should go back. – I spat out in a slight panic as I headed home

– If you still have a shred of trust for me, come with me. – he said softly, as if imploringly – Please.

I bit my lip as I fought my thoughts. My common sense was telling me to run as far away as possible and that our conversation would not bring anything good to my life. But the heart... The heart wants what it wants and I couldn't help but feel the wind in my hair when I sat on the motorbike, hearing the roar of the engine, tightening my fingers on the hacker's stomach.

For the first time in a long time, as he sped through the streets of Duskwood, disregarding all the rules, I felt free and so alive.

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[kingwithpaintedfingers]

An Update on the Status of My A03 Fics!

Hihi! I have no idea if anyone who follows this blog reads any of my fics on AO3, but if you do, then you might like to know what the heck is going on with my fics, and why I haven't posted any updates in over six months.

First of all, I am alive! I wrote a lot of fics in the summer of 2022 when I had just gotten active in a fan server on Discord where there was a lot of encouragement to write fanfiction. In the spring of 2023, I started a medical assistantship course, and in order to keep myself focused in class, I turned off notifications for the server. And then I just kind of...didn't turn them back on???? In my defense, I was intimidated by the amount of time it would take for me to backread everything I missed, and that eventually snowballed into me just no longer looking at that server. I should honestly become active in it again, because it did a lot for my writing productivity. I also have a lot of hobbies both in real life and on my computer, and those take up a lot of my time as well. So that's why I didn't post much last year and haven't posted anything yet this year.

But I want to let you all know, that I do fully intend to complete the fanfics I have already started on AO3, and I do intend to write the sequels I promised a year and a half ago.

So without further ado, here is a status report on the incomplete fics and series I have on my AO3:

How to Live With Fire: One of my most popular fics! I have two sequels planned, and a rough idea of what I want to happen in each of them. Both of them are probably going to be only a few chapters long. The delay on this one is mostly on Part 2, since Part 2 has only the vaguest ideas of what I want to do with it (how Mortarion and Vulkan become a longterm couple, and how their legions react to this change). The trouble with this one is, I haven't read any Salamanders novels, let alone ones that take place during the Horus Heresy. I think I will at least have to read Deathfire for this one. I am praying that I don't have to read Vulkan Lives, since I understand that one has less tasty Salamanders content than I would like, and way more John Grammaticus than I find tasteful. But I will still try Deathfire at the very least, if I can find a physical copy at the library or a used bookstore or something.

A Matter of Trust: Another one that's going to end up being a trilogy. I have figured out what happens, now I just need to read the Plague Wars trilogy, because those events are going to be kind of important to the rest of the plot. Again, I'd like to read physical copies of the books so that I can flip through them easily. I'm going to see if I can find copies of the first two novels through the local libraries. Fingers crossed!

Until the Bitter End: Ohhhh, this one's gonna make me cry...this one is mostly hinging on me rereading The Buried Dagger and taking notes. Much lower barrier for entry for this one, since I've read it so often that I mostly remember where to find the events I'm looking for.

Lantern and the Child: This one is going to have like, a billion chapters. It's going to become episodic for a while, but I'm looking forward to it. In this case, it's a case of figuring out which characters I want to introduce. The idea of it being episodic is kind of exciting for me, because it feels like it will be a fun thing to do, and because it goes along with a writing conceit that my co-creator and I have for this AU, that it's the events of a theoretical (very dark) Pokemon anime.

This Once Nearly Was Mine: This one should literally be the easiest one to complete, I am ashamed that I haven't finished it. There's only one chapter left, and I don't even have to come up with all of the events. Again, this one is going to dip into Horus Heresy events that I haven't actually read, but I think I've heard enough from osmosis that I can skip most of it. I just need to, y'know, actually sit down and fucking write it.

Deep's Embrace: I've got an outline! And I've even got some scenes written out! As I type this post, I am preparing to submit chapter 2. I'm having a lot of fun with this fic, as you could probably all tell.

Anyway, that's basically it for now. If you have any questions, please let me know! And if you have any friends who you know enjoy my fics but aren't following me or aren't on Tumblr, please link them to this post so that they know just what the hell is going on with me.

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[msmargaretmurry]

mcstrome and bogosort (like the compsci algorithm lol)

ok i read the wiki article for this and also several memes about it and i'm still not sure i understand it, because i am a humanities girlie whose brain makes dial-up noises when anything too math-y or science-y is introduced into my enclosure. so i'm sorry if i misunderstood the concept but i am going on vibes alone here. this would be a multiverse fic. a fic about connor mcdavid experiencing the multiverse.

so, at the start of this story, maybe connor and dylan aren't totally estranged, but they're not close like they used to be either. they've drifted apart. they text for, like, birthdays and major life events. connor's not sure whose fault that is, and it makes him kind of sad to think about, but honestly, he doesn't think about it too much. they just have their own lives now. connor is very busy trying to drag edmonton kicking and screaming into something resembling a success story; dylan has finally found a team that appreciates him in washington; they are living their lives, separately.

the oilers come to dc for their annual visit. connor and dylan don't get dinner — they stopped doing that a long time ago. sometimes, they'll chat in the hallway after a game, but sometimes the most they do is bump each other on the ice in that way that means hello, i'm aware that you're here. this feels like it's going to be one of those nights, where it's just the bump, the acknowledgement. it's whatever. not important. the oilers need the win. they've been having a rough roadtrip. they go up two early, then cough up three in a row in the second, and in the third, connor takes a big hit while he's crashing the net and whacks his head hard on the crossbar of the goal. everything explodes, and then everything goes black.

and then he wakes up. not on the ice, not in the hospital, not anywhere he recognizes — he's not in his own life. maybe this first one is the universe where buffalo won the mcdavid sweepstakes in 2015, and he's in a condo overlooking lake erie. maybe there's a recent picture of him and dylan on the refrigerator, which is weird, because they haven't taken a photo together in years. i am physically restraining myself from figuring out all of the universe-hopping stuff, but long story short, this keeps happening. every time he falls asleep, he wakes up in a new universe. sometimes he's an oiler, sometimes he's not. he's almost always a hockey player, but sometimes he's not. once, pretty early on, he wakes up to a familiar voice while someone shakes him gently awake on a couch.

"come on, davo, you know sleeping out here always gives you a crick in your neck," dylan is saying. connor, half-asleep, lets himself be tugged to a bedroom, arranged into being a little spoon. as he's drifting off, he wonders if he was on the couch because they fought, wonders what they could have fought about, wants desperately to know what lives they're living here in this world, but he's too far gone, and he wakes up alone in another new universe feeling so dumbstruck with sadness that he rolls over and goes back to sleep without even figuring out where or what he is.

most of the worlds are just a few steps away from his own reality, but some of them are weird and wild. dystopian worlds, worlds with incredible technological advancements, a world where he can see ghosts, a world where he can read minds. a world where he has dylan inked on the inside of his wrist, and he thinks it's a tattoo until he sees that everyone has a name on their wrist like that. he looks everywhere, convinced that because the name is there, dylan must be nearby, but he can't find him anywhere.

he doesn't know if any of this is real, if it even matters what he does in all of these worlds, and he doesn't know if he'll ever get back to his original reality, or if one day he'll wake up in a world and just be stuck there, so he does his best in each one, trying not to fuck things up. sometimes he's married to a woman. he never knows how to act in those universes. sometimes, he wakes up with guys who are clearly one-night stands. a couple of times, he has a boyfriend who's a secret. once, he has a boyfriend who's not. he doesn't know how to act with them, either. he doesn't know them.

then he wakes up with dylan again. or, he wakes up with with lips on his neck and a hand sliding into his pajama pants, a good morning murmured in his ear. they never did this in real life. or — in that life, connor's first life, the one that's starting to feel frighteningly far away. but connor doesn't think about that in this moment, because they never did this in real life, even when he wanted it, when he was a teenager with the most painful crush in the world and there were a moments when he thought it might be possible. they have slow, lazy sex. dylan touches him like every inch of him is familiar. afterward, when they're laying together all sated and pleased, connor thinks to himself, don't fall asleep don't fall asleep don't fall asleep, but he must doze off for even half a second, because he opens his eyes in a hotel room in atlanta. he's in a universe where the thrashers still exist.

and on it goes. worlds upon worlds, universes upon universes. it gets lonely; it gets boring. connor wants to go home. he wants to wake up with dylan again. if he woke up with dylan again, he wouldn't mind one more universe, but he's just about had it with the rest of them. he misses his real teammates, misses his stupid text thread with his brother, wants to call his mom. he starts waking up and, if it's not his real life and dylan's not there, he just goes back to sleep. if he can't fall back asleep — fuck every well-rested version of himself, seriously — he bullshits his way through until he can figure out where to buy some melatonin or whatever.

maybe he's dying. or maybe he's dead, and this is hell. or purgatory. he doesn't think his family believes in purgatory, but that doesn't mean it's not real.

the barrier between worlds starts getting thinner. now, if he just closes his eyes for too long, he's gone. new universe. he starts to be able to — hear isn't quite the right word, but it's the best one he has for the sensation, so — hear the next universe coming, if he closes his eyes and concentrates. it makes it easy. a new kind of tedium. flipping through worlds with barely a glance, because all he wants is—

he wakes up with dylan again. or, precisely, he wakes up to a giant, fluffy golden retriever licking his face, and dylan in the background, calling out with laughter and resignation, "buddy, no, let him sleep!"

too late, connor thinks. "too late," he says out loud. it's been dozens of universes since he spoke out loud.

"i swear he can sense the moment you start even thinking of waking up," dylan says. "come on, if you're up anyway, i'm making breakfast."

connor is wearing a ring on his left ring finger. his stomach growls. he goes to the kitchen, and dylan serves him eggs on a plate held be a hand with a matching ring on the left ring finger.

"please tell me you made coffee," he says, and of course dylan did. connor downs as much of it as he can stomach. he is not falling asleep today.

they're still hockey players. they're in — raleigh, connor figures out through context clues. it's their day off. they're supposed to go grocery shopping. they do go grocery shopping. they hold hands while grocery shopping. it feels like a dream. it's perfect. after they put the groceries again, dylan looks at him askance and asks, "is there something on my face? you keep staring at me today."

"uh," connor says. "i don't know, maybe i'm in love with you or something."

dylan rolls his eyes, but also beams, and crowds connor against the kitchen counter to kiss him. they kiss for a long time before they move to the bedroom. having sex again, connor wonders if it's real that dylan's body feels familiar. he's so careful to not close his eyes for more than a blink. he wouldn't be able to handle it if this got ripped away from him, too. there's still a lot of day left when they're done, and it's lazy and lovely and perfect. when they go to bed that night, connor lays awake for as long as he can, watching dylan sleep. at around three in the morning, he wakes dylan up just so he can kiss him a little bit more. dylan complains about the waking up, but not the kissing, and falls back asleep quickly once connor lets him. connor makes it to sunrise before he can't keep his eyes open anymore. he tries, he tries so hard, but he hears the next universe whooshing in, cold, a bloom of pain in his head—

he's on his back on the ice at capital one arena. everything is too bright, and he makes out the feeling of the hand squeezing his before he can actually see anything. "hey, connor, don't move, we're bringing out a board," someone is saying. connor shuts his eyes, hard. he doesn't go anywhere. another squeeze, too tight.

"davo," dylan says.

connor blinks him into focus. their eyes meet, and dylan exhales something like a relieved laugh.

"hey," he says, his hand warm around connor's. "there you are."

#ask #writing meme #the mortifying ordeal of being connor mcdavid #mcstrome #hockey for ts #write a short response to one of these challenge FAILED once again!!!!!! #can't stop won't stop not sure how to stop

[maxverstepponme]

I'm the crazy obsessed and delusional Indian lady who thinks she's in a relationship with max and some of the things I do may seem similar to kelly or what she has done in the past but I think its the differences that count.

1. Kelly had max right by her side when she made fake accounts and spread rumors about being with him. And his ex gf wasn't still pretending to be his gf on social media or irl.

If I have max by my side rn or when our relationship isn't public yet, I wouldn't be on my phone so much or we would be reading any gossip together and laugh about the fake stuff and then get busy with other stuff 🙈

2. I dont support conservatives especially after posting pro-choice stores on insta. I'm still not sure where exactly I stand on the topic(only when it comes to consensual sex), but I'm open to discussion and learning.

3. I'll never post personal information especially after being asked not to. I dont have anything on insta right now and I will start posting but it's going to be with the approval of everyone that's involved.

And I dont mind answering questions on your blog about our relationship together, now and then when we're free. I have plans to not be so away from the fans during the winter break, cuz I've been there and I know how I've missed him, they don't involve pictures tho.

4. I dont like drinking. I know he loves it and she loves it but I don't think I can get myself to start drinking. It might change when we're older but I can't guarantee anything for now.

5. I have no obsession with branded stuff. Yes I do prefer them cuz they're good quality but If it's a pretty dress I don't mind who made it. And I hope no one forces me to be any brand's ambassador cuz I just want to wear what I like and I can't do that if I'm working with a particular brand. And I'll be wearing Indian outfits mostly cuz I'm most comfortable in them and please don't expect any fashion tips or anything related to fashion basically. I'm just as fashionable as max but a little better cuz I don't like wearing the same outfit all the time, I like variety 😜 but don't worry max i won't bother you too much about it but I will push you to try new colors tho 😛

6. And if some max fans don't like me or are rude to me, I will block them but I won't make max do it from his account unless he himself wants to.

7. Most importantly, I won't flip him in the pictures. I never understood that anyway. I'll most probably remain private, I haven't figured it out yet, but if I do, I'll share our pics that we want to be out with maxverstxppen. Maxv1stappen and I aren't on good terms, it's a shame cuz I really like their edits.

8. And I don't want fan pages or 'styleofchandana' pages. Maybe edits pages for max and I, cuz I like edits..

9. I hope there's a TV in Max's room in rb motorhome cuz I'll most probably watch the races from there cuz I dont think I can control my emotions on live TV 😅

10. I'm a very family oriented girl and very proudly a mama's girl. So It breaks my heart everytime I think about how max and sophie had to stay apart during his childhood. And also how they currently live so far apart, I'm sure it gets boring living alone in her big house..so I'll try to push for some way she can live nearby so we can frequently meet and so she can have her time with her son that she sacrificed for his career 💗

I can only think of these for now, I'll post later if I can think of any more.

No. You get the fuck away from here.

This is a gossip blog and some things may sound delulu, but they’re not as delulu as this or you. Like I’ve said before -and like everyone knows-, I don’t like Kelly, but if I have to defend her from people like you, I will. What you’re doing is absolutely disgusting. You’ve crossed the line with this clown show, so don’t even try to call yourself a Max fan.

Despite us not liking Kelly, we’re not harassing her and everyone related to her and Max saying they broke up, much less messaging Red Bull and Verstappencom the way I know you’ve done. Keep doing this and I’ll find a way to let them -Max’s team- know about this.

Everyone go report her wherever you see her. If she makes new accounts let me know and I’ll post them here so people can report it.

#max verstappen #kelly piquet

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Blackeclipse for the soul

Part 28; Part 29; Part 30; Part 31; Part 32 Remember when I thought this was only going to be two or three parts? I know this chapter is on the short side, but I haven't added a chapter in so long 😭 (Throws and runs away)

The boys were way too keyed up to fall asleep.

They had sent Kreacher to Potter Manor after confirming that he was, in fact, freed. James also sent a note to his parents saying that they had sent Kreacher over, and everyone was okay.

Sirius had excitedly gone to open the chest, intending to start clearing the curses, but Remus had stopped him. Regulus was staring at it with a haunted look in his eyes. Understanding, Sirius stood and went to hug his brother.

They held onto each other for a long time, whispering occasionally.

Remus took his distraction to re-shrink the trunk and hand it off to Kingsley, who put it in his school bag.

Adrenaline still coursing through him, James had taken his nervous energy down to the kitchen for snacks while he was out posting the letter, though Remus had been loath to let him go alone.

While they waited, Kingsley decided they should send a note to Peter with an update. Remus agreed and took the paper Kingsley had written on, folding it into a bird and sending it off to Benji's dorm.

By the time James returned, the four boys had migrated to the doubled-bed. The brothers were leaning on each other against the headboard with Remus and Kingsley facing them.

Setting the food between them, James sat next to Remus, who leaned in to whisper. "I think Orion died."

James blinked at him, then looked over to the brothers. He nodded in agreement. They didn't have a good relationship with their father, but it was nothing like the horror of Walburga's parenting.

It must have been strange, mourning a parent like that.

Not quite sure how to help Regulus, but knowing Sirius, at least, would want to be distracted, James eventually piped up, "Operation: Fuck with Snivillus is coming up; what all do we have left to do?"

Sirius looked at him, eyes slowly coming back into focus. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed. "We have the Polyjuice, and the girls are on board. Peter wants to set rabbits loose, so he and Benji will be doing that the day of. You talked to Poppy, right?"

Remus nodded. He made sure to explain that Sirius would be running around as him and showed her the study to prove it was safe. She hadn't liked it but understood that it was necessary.

Kingsley raised his hand, "Can I ask a question?"

He was looking at Remus, who nodded apprehensively.

"Does this prank have to do with the rumors Snape's been spreading about you being a werewolf?"

James, Sirius, and Regulus all stiffened, but Remus just sighed. "I was wondering how long it would take you to catch on."

"I promise I won't tell anyone! It's really none of my business; I was just wondering." Kingsley held his hands up in surrender, making sure everyone—especially Regulus, who was glaring daggers—knew he meant no harm.

Remus gave a bitter chuckle. "It's fine. Really. Been wondering if I should have just told you and Benji when we first mentioned the prank." He ran a hand over his face. "Guess I was just deluding myself into thinking you wouldn't notice."

Regulus leaned forward, grabbing onto Remus and pulling the older boy into his lap. Remus went without protest; mostly just grateful Regulus was coming out of his head.

"I really won't tell. I just figured you would prefer to know that I know."

Remus nodded. "Yeah, makes things easier this way." Then, after a beat, "You're not... like..."

Kingsley shook his head, giving Remus a strangely sad look. "...My uncle was turned, —when I was really young—and he was one of the gentlest people I've ever met. He moved back to Kenya because of Britain's laws, though."

Remus nodded, then snorted with derision. "Maybe I should move there too. Lots of room to run, I'm sure."

Regulus squeezed him and James reached out to lay a hand on his ankle.

Sirius barked a laugh. "You wouldn't last two hours in the heat, Moons. Besides, you'd never be able to convince Mam to move that far."

Remus sighed, half wistful, half bitter, "I know." Then he yawned, hiding his face in Regulus' shoulder.

Sirius yawned right after, so Kingsley stood, pulling Sirius back to their own bed.

James came up to lay beside Regulus, who snuggled down, shifting Remus on top of himself.

Once James had deposited his glasses on the nightstand and closed the curtains, Remus reached out a hand to brush a curl from his face. "How are you feeling, Sunshine?"

He hummed noncommittally. "Donno. Just... coming down from the adrenaline, I suppose." He closed his eyes and leaned into Remus as the other boy began to stroke his cheek. "How about you, Starshine? How are you holding up?"

Regulus closed his eyes and sighed, his hands tightening around Remus' back. "Ask me again in the morning."

Remus turned his head to kiss the collarbone under his cheek.

James rolled on his side, using one arm as a pillow, he threw the other over Remus' back. "We're here, Love, if you want to talk. Or if you want to skip class tomorrow and just stay here."

"James." Remus' tone was chiding, but the corners of his mouth were threatening to twitch into a smile.

"What? Tell me you wouldn't skip in a heartbeat if it would make him feel better."

Remus sighed and turned his face into Regulus' chest, rubbing his nose along the other's collarbone as he shook his head.

Regulus' chest moved in a silent chuckle. "Thanks, but skipping class isn't going to change anything. Wouldn't do anyone any good."

Remus kissed Regulus' collarbone again before setting his head back down. "He is right, though. Anything you need, Cariad. Don't be afraid to ask, okay?"

"Thanks."

"Always."

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