#alexa demie angst

[infernalodie]

𝐋𝐨𝐰 (𝐩𝐭.𝟐) || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

“𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺'𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯' 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦“

Inspo: SZA - Low Miguel - Come Through And Chill Drake - Jaded

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: There is always a purpose to the chaos...

Warnings: Drugs (weed), smut, Sub!Maddy Perez, Dom!reader, oral (Maddy receiving), fingering, and angst.

Words: 1841

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Maddy got all info she could on you.

It might be a bit crazy that after such a short kiss, she was already trying to know so much about you. But she finally understood what all the hype was about. She’d finally been given a fragment of what could be felt with you.

A lot of the information gathered was surrounded by a lot of smoke and mirrors. She wanted to trust people’s words about you, but all she knew was that you liked to keep things on the low. If that be hookups, your habits, or what you were doing in a day. No one knew what truly went on. The only thing confirmed was your hookups from the multiple girls that came to school gossiping about it. With the select few sobbing over how you didn’t even care to let them down gently. And judging by Cassie's quiet and tense aura, that was also true.

But you were also right about Maddy being able to get your number so easily. Only having to ask Lexi, who warned her of what may happen if she followed through on meeting up with you or doing anything with you honestly.

And Maddy knew she was right and should take some time to consider what she would do. But then she was reminded of your lips. How soft they were and fitted so perfectly with hers, Your warm hands that had gripped her waist so firmly. The sound of your voice, so soft and so elicit with what you had spoken to her.

She needed it all, even if was for one night.

So, Maddy searched the busy crowd of teenagers. Moving through the smoke-filled room with the soft and sensual music that had triggered couples or horny kids to dance and grind against one another. Making Maddy the unfortunate girl, who had to move through the crowd and be subjected to people's indiscretions. Walking through that minefield of horny teens wasn’t great. Maneuvering around kids grinding with their partners or hookups for the night when she was just trying to look for you.

When she finally reached the clearing of the living room, she found you standing beyond the threshold of the sliding doors leading to the backyard. You were sharing a joint with who she guessed was one of your friends. A carefree smile on your lips with your breaths bellowing into the cool night of the incoming winter.

Pulling her phone from her pocket, she put in the nine-digit contact she had memorized before placing it to her ear. And she watched that after a few seconds, you pulled out your phone and frowned. Placing it to your ear and saying, “Hello?”

“You were right. Getting your number was easy,” Maddy stated, watching your lips widen in a large grin. “I can come out if you want.”

“Nah, that won’t be needed.” Turning around, you found Maddy standing at the door with a smile. “Find us a room. If you can’t, I’ll fuck you in the hallway.”

That was more than enough for Maddy to hang up and go rushing to find the sanctuary you would explore and devour her whole.

And it was truly something sickening that Maddy felt in herself with the urgency she experienced. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the chase. The chase brought thrill which then in return gave back the outcome she would only dream about. Yet, there was something revolting with how much she’d been interested in the prospect you delivered. But she couldn’t ignore the side of her that needed this. That needed something to fulfill her, even if it came short of intimate.

Finding the room, she barely had a second before she was pushed inside. A yelp slipped past her lips, but that was interrupted when she was swung around, your lips slamming against hers. The kiss was instant and all bars were destroyed dividing the both of you. What was once the adrenaline was simmering to a steady and bubbling feeling of lust. It clung to the tips of Maddy’s fingers as she explored every inch of your flesh. Searching for something that she could hold onto and mistake this experience for a figment of her imagination.

Your guys' tongues clash against one another and explore one another entirely. You broke the kiss to nip at Maddy’s neck. Slowly moving her back just enough until she was sat at the edge of the bed. Leaning down and kissing her softly, fingers working quickly with her denim jeans. Maddy understood entirely, quickly breaking apart to relieve herself from her shirt to taste your lips once more. Once you shimmied her jeans to the middle of her thighs, you began your descent.

"Y/n," she breathed, chest heaving out air as you moved down her body calculatingly. Lips kissing and teeth nipping at whatever chunk of space you could. Your hands slipped under her bra to softly kneed and caress her tits. The texture of your calloused hands caused Maddy’s heart to pound loudly against her ribcage.

Your lips trailed down her stomach, kissing and sucking softly at her flesh with your eyes focused on her features. Watching her face twist and contort in displays of pleasure. Shimming the rest of her pants from around her ankles, discarding them to the other side of her room, you grabbed her hips and tossed her further onto the bed. A laugh fell from her lips, making a sliver of your desire-filled gaze crack, a tiny smile appearing on your lips. But it was short when your eyes found the lace panties she wore. The black pair of panties that clothed her heat were discarded soon after to join the quickly growing pile of clothes.

Maddy sat up on her forearms, watching you softly kiss the inside of her thighs. The feeling of your tongue running stripes up her trembling legs ripped a hum from deep within her chest. “Always wanted to do this with you.” And your words were accompanied by two of your fingers pressing past her fluttering entrance. A grin formed on your lips at how easy it was to slip inside.

The confession was forgotten with Maddy moaning, head rolling back with your tongue lapping her slit. Lips comfortably wrapping around her clit where you sucked and flicked your tongue sensually. Maddy’s body was on fire with her chest rising and falling rapidly, but you looked calm. Your eyes ever so often closed with a low hum vibrating through your chest at the taste of her until you would refocus on her. Not wanting to miss out on any detail that came to the forefront.

But Maddy didn't care much about what she looked like anymore. If she was a drooling or sobbing mess, none of it matter to her. One of her hands grabbed the back of your head and pulled you closer. Needing more if even possible.

The growing knot in her stomach tightened with each flick of your tongue against her bundle of nerves and thrust inside her. Moans and choked whimpers fell from her lips with her fingers curling and grabbing a handful of your hair. Her legs beginning to twitch, warning you of the impending result of your skills.

"So beautiful," you praised quietly, thumb reaching up to rub the girl's clit. Enjoying the way her body was so responsive to your touch. Her back arched with a cry as you increased the pace. "You are so addictive, Maddy."

Hearing your praise and approval, sent butterflies tickling the inside of her stomach. Enough that she was sure it would help her fly away. And when her orgasm slammed into her, Maddy’s throat closed up as her face scrunched up. Her legs tried to clamp around your head, but you used both your hands to keep them apart. Enjoying the feeling of them shaking under your hold as Maddy moaned loudly, unbothered by the fact many others were downstairs and likely outside the door. There could be many possibilities of who might hear, yet, it didn’t come as a problem to her.

And she was stuck in a state of limbo. You helped her down from the high, but she felt the faint flashes of the aftershock. Unable to contain the shaky laugh that fell from her lips, only for it to be replaced with a moan from the curling of your fingers. Maddy doesn’t think she’ll ever experience a high like this ever again.

Soon enough, the two of you were getting dressed. Well, more so Maddy than yourself–You sat on the edge of the bed smoking a joint. Strands of your afro fall in front of your eyes, making you sweep them out of your face every few dozen seconds.

Maddy glanced over at you, finding you quietly minding your own business. And something about the moment or the isolation from others made her quietly mutter out, “Why have you never dated?” It was enough to make you look up from the joint sitting between the pads of your fingers. “And no, I am not going to try and beg you to date like Cassie. That is some little kid type shit.”

For a moment, a twitch of a grin played on your face. It was only for a moment before you pursed your lips. Shrugging as you said, “Never given it much thought, you know? Why tie myself down to someone who may just end up hurting me or I hurt them?” You scoffed, shaking your head. “Waste of my time and energy.”

Something in the way you spoke and your expression shifted made Maddy step closer. Finding the space beside you on the edge of the bed and staring at you curiously. “I think there is more to it,” she said, making you look up. “I think that you have never given it a shot because you have only known the idea of hooking up.”

“Well, aren’t you perceptive?” Sweeping a few strands of your hair out of your face, you licked your lips and shook your head. “That’s why I’m not with nobody,” you confessed, looking over your shoulder at the girl. “I don’t want to hurt nobody.”

A small smile formed on Maddy’s lips, hands softly cupping your face. “That’s the beauties of love, Y/n,” she muttered. “In every relationship, there is going to be something we do that hurts the other. It’s how the world works. But that doesn’t mean you should section yourself off to meaningless low-profile hookups. You need meaning in your life.”

Sighing, the girl let her hands run down your shoulders and arms. “And no one can help you get there except yourself.” Standing to her feet, she began her departure to the door. Stopping short and turning to you with a gentle look in her eyes. One that you weren’t used to when it came to chicks you hooked up with. “You have my number if you want to give it a shot.”

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[godblesslanarey]

Literally anything with maddy🙏🙏🙏 nobody writes for her anymore

i'm always down to write for her. i've been a maddy girl since day one. can you lmk what kind of fic you want? like angst, smut, etc.

#maddy perez #maddy perez x reader #smut #angst #fics #fluff #oneshots #blurbs #alexa demie #female!reader #fem!reader #euphoria

[httpsjeonglvr]

006

It's been two weeks since that event happened between Eddie and Madilyn, now the two were somewhere behind her backyard drinking and talking about whatever to take their minds off school and the nonhuman creature the girl ran into

Moonshine on the bay had become a tradition on nights like this when the warmth of summer was creeping around the corner, ever since they were both fifteen and in desperate need of some rebellion.

Now, without the illegality and all, it had lost some titillating appeal, but madilyn still loved going out so late and meeting him at her secret spot.  It had the perfect view of the water at night, not that it was a particularly scenic section of the sea since it was mostly cargo ships and docks and all that, but under the flickering old street lamp and the tall field elms, it was almost romantic.

 Eddie was standing while she leaned back on her hands, brandishing the liquor he’d secured for the evening.  “For you,” he offered her the opened bottle with a smile, and she took it, but waited for him to take a sip of his first.  He did, and she saw his lips curling as he drank.

“How is it?” She asked, and he stopped drinking to cough a bit.

“It’s hangin’!” he grimaced.  “But it’ll do the job.”

She took a sip while he sat down next to her,and made a face of her own.  “Ah fuck!  That’s terrible!  Where the fuck’d you get this?”

But she knew what he meant when he said it would do the job— one sip was already warming her chest, and the next, though just as disgusting as the last, made her her feel tingly at the tips of her fingers.

With their bottles halfway finished, the two sat up in the grass and watched the lights of ships go by slowly in the night.  “Had a date last night,” she blurted out suddenly, just to make conversation.

“Really?  With who?”

“You remember Jack Meyer?”

“God, I wish I didn’t,” he sneered, “what a dick ”

“Could you stop insulting all the guys I go out with?” She frowned.

“Stop going out with dicks and I will,” he bargained.

“Anyways, he was nice,” she announced firmly.  “Took me to the cinema and bought me popcorn.”

“What size?” he asked.

 “Medium.”

“Cheap bastard,” Eddie grumbled.

“Shut up!  I’m trying to tell you that it was a nice date!” She yelped, pushing him on the shoulder.  “We, um… well, maybe I shouldn’t tell you.”

“What?” he wondered.

“I mean, I tell you everything— you tell me everything.  You told me when Sharon Caldwell let you feel her tits in eighth grade, and you told me when you lost it to Annie— what was her name again?”

“Annie Shaw,” he finished for her.

“Right… so, point is, I figured I should tell you what happened with me and Jack, right?” She wondered.  When she found the courage to look over at Eddie, his expression was… intense.  Almost angry, a little terrified.

“Don’t tell me you gave it up to him,” he pleaded, leaning in a little closer.

“God no!  I just touched him a bit.”

"You did what to 'im?!" Eddie yelped.

"W-well, I dunno!" She backpedaled quickly. 

“Aw, birdie, you can do so much better than him,” he groaned.

“Okay, maybe so, but he’s the one I wanted to go out with.  And he was nice and he made me feel— I dunno, pretty?” She mumbled, afraid to sound too girlish.

“Come on, you can’t go rubbing off any guy who calls you pretty,” Eds scolded.

“This isn’t just any guy!”

“Yeah, it’s Jack Meyer.  In the fourth year, he swallowed a penny and it never came out!”

“Believe it or not, Eddie , it's not the fourth year anymore,” she frowned.  “Things are different.  We’re older.  I’m not a little kid— and I’m tired of being treated like one!”

He sighed slowly, taking another swig of the booze.  “I guess that’s fair,” he relented.  “Still… can’t stand thinking about you doing that to some guy.”

"Why?"

He seemed confused by her question and gave her a look.

"Why can't you stand thinking about it?" She interrogated.

"I… I don't know…"  He coughed a bit, clearly wanting to change the subject, but she kept staring at him as she waited for an answer.  “I guess it’s just that,” he began again, “I worry because it’s Jack, you know?  He’s a little aggressive with girls— or, he was back when I knew him.  He didn’t… pressure you into it, right?”

She thought back to the night before, and how it all happened.  “Erm, no,” she decided, “not really.”

“Not really?  What’s that mean?”

“Well, he didn’t make me do it,” she explained, “but he was… showing me how, ‘cause I didn’t know.”

“Sh-showing you?” Eds repeated.

“He, erm, he took my hand,” she remembered, feeling her heart start to race as she looked at Eddie closely.  “And he put it… he put it right here.”

It was the liquor that made her do it; she pressed her hand up to the front of his jeans, feeling him getting firmer under her touch already.  He jumped a little but didn’t stop her.

"He told me to take it out for him…" she continued, voice wavering as her whole body was suddenly shivering from nervousness, and started to open his jeans herself.

“Birdie,” Eds gasped, and she looked up at his face again.

“Do you want me to stop?” She asked him point blank.  He didn’t say anything.  “Can I keep going?”

His mouth was open slightly, and he was breathing heavily through it; he nodded. She unzipped his fly and reached in, navigating the opening of his boxers to get his cock out.  

Of course, she’d felt it before, but she’d never seen it.  It was as beautiful as a cock could be, she thought: tanner than the rest of him for some reason, flushed at the tip, still just starting to poke out from his foreskin with a teal vein running up under her palm.  Biting her lip, she wrapped her fingers a little tighter around it.  “H-he told me to stroke it, like this,” she stammered, moving her hand gently and slowly from the base to the tip and back— then again, and again.

Daring to glance up at Eddie’s face again, she saw him watching her hand with a dumbstruck expression.  She twisted her hand slightly as she reached the tip and he groaned.  "Birdie…" he sighed— his voice wore some impossible mixture of arousal, confusion, scolding, disappointment, and desperation.  It made her knees weak.  Good thing she was still kneeling on the ground, so it didn’t make much difference. She was so sloshed that standing up would’ve been a bit of an effort, anyway.

“When I was doing it right,” she continued, “he’d tell me I was bein’ good for him… it made me feel weird when he said that, but good.  You know?”

“Y-yeah…” he choked, hissing through his teeth.  

It went on that way for a little while, just his panting and the crickets chirping; though there was clear fluid leaking from the tip of his cock, she thought it might not be enough, so she pursed her lips and let her spit dribble down onto him so she could spread it out with her hand.

“Christ,” he groaned, “Jack taught you that, too?”

She nodded, and he growled a little— the sound made her chest tighten up (as well as a few other places).  His cock was starting to bob against her grip, and his breathing was faster and heavier with each stroke.  "You're close?" She noticed, and he nodded, chest heaving as he stared down at what she was doing to him.  "You can come, Ed. I want you to."

"Shit," he hissed.  "Shit, just don't stop then."

And she didn't she moved her hand even faster until it was just a blur and he "Ah, fuck!" he gasped, and come started to spurt from his pulsing cock, landing on his shirt and her hand. He was bucking up into her palm desperately.

She watched his face as it tilted back, his eyebrows knitted together, and his mouth parted in a little moan.  Her hand was still moving, and he jumped up to grab her wrist and stop her. Then it was still, and silent, except for him breathing as if he'd just run a marathon.

After a moment, he tilted his head down again and came back to reality; he instantly looked mortified.  "God, birdie," he choked, "I made a mess on you— so sorry, let me get it…"

He tried to wipe the come away with his shirt, frantically cleaning her hand up as best he could.  "It's fine, Eddie," she giggled.

"No it isn't, I've got your pretty hand all dirty now…"

Examining his focused expression as he wiped up the smears of come, she bit her lip slightly.  She did feel guilty for making up that whole story about a date with Jack Meyer that never did— and never would— happen, but it worked.  She’d never lied to Eddie like that before, but she decided to blame it on the liquor and not her desperation.  

In the two weeks since their vacation, nothing untoward whatsoever had happened between them and it was driving her crazy. He didn’t even talk about it!  She, of course, thought about it every day— well, really every night, when she touched herself and tried to remember exactly how his voice sounded in her ear.  That was what drove her to this, to getting drunk and making shit up for a chance to touch him.

"Kiss me," she said suddenly.  He looked up at her face, and they just stared at each other for a second.  

His hand dropped hers— it was clean now, or clean enough at least— and moved up to hold her face.  She sighed slightly; his thumb stroked her cheek and he smiled at her.

He gently tilted her head down and met her halfway, pressing his lips to her forehead.  Madilyn’s chest deflated and her eyes fell shut.  So this is what heartbreak feels like.

"That better?" he asked as he pulled back, moving his face down so he could look up at her with a tender smile.  She nodded, willing herself not to cry in front of him now.  

She was throwing herself at him and he was throwing her away.  "We'll always be friends, won't we?" She asked quietly.

"Aw, birdie— of course," he cooed, pulling the sad girl into a hug.  She clutched at his shoulders, digging her nails into handfuls of his ratty old Nirvana t-shirt.

He rolled back onto the grass and pulled her down with him, making her sigh and try to get away— but he wouldn't let her go.

"We'll always be friends," he promised again, "'cause otherwise who'd keep all those awful boys away from you?"

"Shut up," she rolled her eyes.

"I will," he sighed, relaxing his grip on her slightly.  "I'm gonna ease up on you, I think.  Let you date somebody if you want— even if he's a tosser.  'Cause you're right, you're not a little kid anymore.  And it's not fair to you."

She swallowed, laying her head on his chest.  She’d never actually wanted him to let her date someone else… she just wanted him to finally love her back.  But maybe this was the best she was going to get.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #jospeh quinn #spotify #stranger things #jamie campbell bower #joe keery #lgbtq #netflix #alexa demie #𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔶 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰' #romance #angst

[milfswriter]

Is this heaven?

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: you’re back after a hiatus, Rhea’s emotional.

Notes and warnings: this is legit ao3 material. Childhood best friends to lovers, angst with happy ending, car accident, blood, near death experience, reunion, confession, semi public sex (it’s outdoor but nobody’s there??), daddy kink, thigh riding, cunnilingus, fingering, bruh this has angst, fluff, smut whatever you need LMAO. a little long? P.S I do not take pride in my writing abilities so PLZ don’t judge I write for fun lool also this has been briefly proofread so ignore any mistakes.

Word Count: 3.2K

You sat with your knees hugged to your chest as your breathed in the unusually cold, fresh air of Orlando on the very edge of the very familiar hill. You knew this place, you loved this place. 

You watched the small cars pass by before memories of this place started playing in your head. You’ve been on a very long hiatus due to an accident. Having been sent to Tokyo for specialized physiotherapy, you couldn’t see any of your friends or family for the past year and a half and came today for the elimination chamber PPV to say hi to your friends, having no plans of a return anytime soon.

As your memories of this place played, you realized that they were all connected to the same person. The person you wanted to see the most, the person you loved the most (not that you’d ever admit it). You heard crackling of leaves behind you but paid it no mind, it was 6 am, no one would be here.

 You wished this specific person would show up magically behind and- “Hoped I’d find ya here” a very familiar voice said and you gasped lightly, having no guts to turn around and look her in the eye. 

You stood up with a smile, taking a deep breath in before turning around and looking her in the eye, you looked the tall woman up and down with a hum.

 “You’ve grown even taller, how is that possible?” you questioned jokingly before you saw her features tremble, scoffing before rushing to you and almost crushing you in her arms, your legs dangling in the air. 

“hello, to you too, Demi” you said, your voice muffled by her shoulder. “shut up” she groaned, clearly crying now because you were starting to feel her tears on your shoulder.

Ok, now you were crying, too. “you’re..you’re walking?” she put you down and stepped back a few steps to see you standing straight and let out a relieved sigh, wiping her tears. 

“yeah, I’m okay Demi” she gulped, scanning you. She walked to you again, pulling you into her more gently now. “That day you weren’t” she whispered, now that she wasn’t pulling you up, your temple was now resting on her collarbone.

You closed your eyes, nodding as a different kind of memories played in rhea’s mind. 

Rhea waited impatiently for you on the couch as the others played monopoly, you were supposed to be here half an hour ago. She went to the kitchen, dialing your phone and it rang once, twice, three times before you answered. 

“D...Demi..” you gasped for air, causing Rhea to furrow her eyebrows in confusion. “y/n, where are you? you were supposed to be at Alexa’s a long time ago, wait, are you running?” she chuckled before you started muttering weird sounds.

“Y/n? are..are you okay?” she heard your sobs, it sounded like you were in pain, like..like you couldn’t breath. “Y/n answer me!!” she yelled into the phone causing Sonya to get into the kitchen. “chill out, man..we’re just starting, don’t rush her” she brushed Sonya off. 

She heard you gather all your strength in a breath before muttering barely coherently. “I crashed my..car..at..the light next to Alexa’s, p..please”.

“I’m coming..I’m coming right now, don’t close your eyes, keep breathing!” she ran out of the apartment, confusing everyone there before calling 911. Meanwhile, your car’s personal assistant was the only way you could have answered that call. 

“Incoming call from RheRhe , answer it?” Mercedes asked, “y..yes” you mumbled and sighed in relief, tears running down your cheeks as it understood you and answered the call. 

Rhea ran and ran until she saw the light and your car swerved into a wall, the hood completely smashed and a car behind yours that looked like it hit you so hard you swerved into that wall. 

“oh god..y..y/n?” she called before running to your door, seeing the glass smashed and opened the door, your face so bloody she only recognized you by your ‘Brutality’ t-shirt, which was originally hers but you decided to keep it, making it even harder for her to deal with this. 

“love?” she called, taking off her jacket and wiping the blood off your face with it. “Y/n please answer me” she heard the deafening sounds of ambulance and police sirens and picked you up with a great effort, not caring about the shreds of glass piercing her skin. 

“oh..he..hey Dee” you smiled up at her in a failed attempt to comfort her. Like you were accepting your fate. “It’s o..okay, d..demi” she looked around for any sign of the ambulance but they were none. She looked at you with her lips trembling, shaking her head.

“no, no it’s not! IT’S NOT OKAY! Yo..You can’t just leave me here!” her tears refused to dry and her vision began to blur. You gave her another smile, gulping in pain as you tried to move so you can face her. “is..is it because you never taught me your prism trap?..it..it’s okay..I’m..not mad...and you shouldn’t be either..” Rhea scoffed a laugh, she couldn’t believe you were joking at a time like this. 

“I’ll teach you my prism trap, just stay alive for me so I can do that, hm?” she heard the sirens from a distance and tried to keep you alert. She snapped her fingers in front of you, making you jolt awake as you closed your eyes.  

“remember when we met? hm?” she started, smiling at relief as you nodded. you’re still conscious. good. “we were kids..god, you were cocky” you let out a breathy laugh. she nodded with a small smile, you knew what she was doing and you were grateful because you felt yourself slipping.

“tell me more” she held your hand and kissed it, removing bits of glass that landed on the back of your hand when she saw the main source of bleeding, your side. 

She let you keep talking before she lifted the hem of your shit to see blood oozing out and you winced. “I’ve got you, we’ve got to stop the bleeding, okay? help is on the way” she applied pressure and you screamed in pain, scratching and pushing on her.

“I’m sorry, I know you’re in pain” she felt her tears running down her cheeks again as your hands went to squeeze her biceps, whimpering. As she saw the red and blue lights of the ambulance, she held you in her arms, not caring about the shreds of glass that pierced her skin in the meantime. 

Demi couldn’t remember you ever being this heavy, she’s picked you up countless of times, giving you piggyback rides after your matches as a tag team. you were a flyer, she saw you do the most perfect moonsaults and splashes so she assumed it was her knees that threatened to betray her as she saw your condition. She ran with you to the stretcher that the paramedic pulled out of the car, placing you on it as she explained to him what had happened to you and notified him about the source of bleeding.

you closed your eyes, hearing her pleading for you to wake up but you couldn’t open your eyes anymore. The next time you did, you were in an empty room. Hospital, you quickly deduced as you saw the countless IVs and bandages covering your body. “Oh..” You heard and looked up, seeing a nurse coming in with a clipboard. “you’re finally awake” she smiled gently, “can you hear me?” she added after a few seconds have gone by and you still hadn’t said anything.

You nodded, “good..good” she nodded at you. You felt her move closer to you, placing the clipboard somewhere before she stood directly next to your bed. “can you squeeze my hand?” you felt her her hand engulf yours and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, trying to move your hand but it’s like you couldn’t find the right wire in your brain to do so. 

The nurse pursed her lip in empathy before letting go of your hand. You let out a sound of desperation as you finally gained control of your hand and chasing hers, squeezing the tips of her fingers. “There you go, you’re okay” she smiled.

you cleared your throat, which was way too dry. “h..how...long..” she seemed to understand what you meant, nodding. “you’ve been in a coma for a couple of weeks” your eyes widened. You’ve been out for weeks?.

“your family and friends are here to visit you, though they’re a little early for visiting hours. I will let them in after I call the doctor” you nodded.

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After the doctor checked on you, the door was opened by the nurse who was followed by a running Rhea, panting as she grinned at you. “You’re awake!” she giggled, hugging you way too gently. “h..hi demi” you croaked out and she leaned down to kiss your forehead. “hello, possum” she cupped your bruised cheek.

“are you sure they’re not dating?” the nurse asked Sonya who was lurking in the back. “I know, right?!” Rhea turned to glare at her before turning back to you. 

“your parents went to get coffee before they told us you were awake, they’ll be here in a jiffy, hm?” you nodded with a smile. To be honest, you were glad you were not dead, because the way she looked at you right now made you feel things you never thought were possible to feel. 

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you were leaving for Tokyo. The doctors said there was nothing they could do for you here to regain normal mobility. “I’ll never walk again” Demi shushed you. “of course you will! that’s why you’re going there, no? you’ll be completely fine and you’ll walk to me the day you come back, okay?” You nodded, you didn’t know what you’d do if you didn’t have Rhea in your life.

she drove you to the airport, and held your hand until the last second before you were supposed to find your terminal, where she wasn’t allowed in without a boarding pass. “I’ll miss you” Your lips trembled and she nodded, hugging you. “I’ll miss you, my possum” she kissed your temple before letting you go.

 “get better for me” you nodded, limping to your terminal. You turned around one more time to see Rhea from afar with tears soaking her face. You gulped, your eyes burning before taking a deep breath and turning back around, pulling your suitcase.

After 1 year and 3 months, you’ve finally regained complete mobility and they’ve also cleared you out to wrestle. You booked the nearest flight to Orlando and said nothing to your friends and family. And here you are, in your favorite place of all.

“That day I wasn’t” you affirmed,  you stepped back a little and lifted your shirt, showing her the remaining scar of the surgery on your side. “at least I still got this bad boy” you smirked and she giggled, “it does look cool hm?” you nodded. 

She looked like she had something on her mind, but you didn’t say anything as you pulled her down to lay with you on the grass to watch the sunrise. you linked hands, your head falling onto her shoulder as you watched the city being lit by the enormous sun. “I..need to tell you something” she stammered for a bit and she looked away. “Is everything ok?” you were starting to worry, she was fine moments ago.“Everything’s great..you’re here” she smiled nervously, turning to look at the sky.

“Y/n, I um..I’ve known you for over a decade. Yeah?” you nodded, smiling. “And um..you’re my best friend” she bit her lip, contemplating on whether to spit it out or not.

 “Demi, what’s wrong? Are you dying?” you whispered and she looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. “No, y/n..I’m not dying, it’s just…all those years we were friends, I wished we weren’t..” you raised your eyebrows in surprise, was that how she felt?.

“Every time I saw you, I wished we were something more, I wished I could protect you from all these bitches that hurt you..and I can’t forgive myself for letting you drive that day instead of just taking you with me. y/n/n I..I can’t believe it took me all those years to realize that I am so, so in love with you” she rambled and you kept your head on her shoulder, gasping softly.

“All this time I think I was bound to fall in love with you. It was only a matter of when and where..and it was that day,..we were at Wrestlemania, and…we were watching Lita in her match and…you looked so happy when she won.. you hugged me so hard and I didn’t want it to stop. I wore that hoodie for days after because it smelled like you..we were kids..and I was in love you...and now we’re older..and I’m still in love you” she took a deep breath and your eyes were tearing up. 

“you don’t feel the same, I know that..I kept telling everyone that. But it’s physically painful for me to keep that from you any longer than I had, you don’t have to do or say anything, I just wanted to-” she was cut off by your lips on hers as you straddled her lap, leaning down to kiss her so she would stop saying all these things. She hummed, her hands automatically going to your waist under your shirt.

You broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “is that an enough explanation of how I feel?” you asked, and she nodded, shrugging. “I can live with that” she sat up, giggling as she kissed you again, and again. “I can’t believe you almost died and I still couldn’t tell you” you joined your foreheads.

“It’s okay..I love you, too” You smiled, kissing her again before wrapping your arms around her neck, playing with the ends of her short hair. You both stared into each other’s souls, this couldn’t get any better. Or so you thought. 

She moved her hands from your waist to your thighs, squeezing them as she peppered kisses over your jawline, making her way down to your neck. “you..are so beautiful” she whispered in your ear, you felt a familiar sensation between your legs, and the rough material of her jeans didn’t make this any better.

You started testing the waters, moving your hips back and forth against her, your hands gripping her shirt from the back as she chuckled, her breath tingling your ear. “naughty girl” she tutted, holding your hips in place, making you moan. 

“you want this?” she asked, looking you in the eye. You’ve never seen this version of Rhea, but you were glad you are cause she couldn’t be any hotter than right now. 

You nodded furiously, “please” you whimpered. A smirk placed itself on her face, her hands making their way to your ass. She suddenly flipped your positions, your head making a soft thud as it landed on the grass. “please what?” her smirk turned into something you couldn’t recognize, but oh did you love it.

Her knee placed itself between your legs, spreading them. “please, fuck me..daddy” her eyes darkened before smashed her lips against yours in a moan. “god, I want you so bad” she groaned, sneaking her hand to your pants, unbuttoning it, pulling the zipper down painfully slow.

You dreamed of this moment for so long, you didn’t wanna wait anymore. “please, Demi!” you urged her and she complied, leaning her head down to whisper filth into your ear. 

“yeah? you want my fingers, darling? right here..where anyone could see us? ” she breathed heavily as you felt her hand sneak into your pants, you heard her whine into your ear as she felt your slick pussy.

You threw your head back against the grass, “all for me?” she asked, kissing your jawline as she pressed her middle finger against your clit, you gripped her shirt from the back, god it’s been so long and now that it’s with Rhea, you never wanted it to stop. 

Rhea took a deep breath in, taking her hand out of your pants, making you whine desperately. “Can I take it off, possum?” she smiled, her hands resting on your knees as she got off you and sat on knees in front of you. You nodded, silently hoping no one makes their way up this hill and sees you.

“I am going to worship you” she smirked, pulling your pants along with your panties down your legs, throwing them aside and spreading your legs. She froze for a second as she saw your glistening heat. You felt your cheeks heat up as she stared but you kept your legs spread.

she leaned down, keeping eye contact with you as she used her thumbs to spread your labia, licking a long, hard stripe from your entrance to your clit and you let out a guttural moan. You ran your hand through her hair, pulling on her scalp as she ate you out.

she hummed against your pussy, closing her eyes as she sucked the life out of you. “please, daddy” your other hand pulled on her hair, too and she sneaked one of her hands to your mouth, her middle and ring finger stroked your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, taking them in your mouth to the knuckles.

She took them out of your mouth, before thrusting them back in, practically fucking your mouth. She took them out again, lining them up with your entrance and sliding them in, bottoming out instantly. 

“fffuck” you moaned, letting go of her hair before you rip it out. gripping the grass next to you instead. 

She fucked her fingers in and out of your pussy. “god you’re so fucking tight, love” she kissed your inner thigh, “Oh, I wish I had my strap right now”.

Just picturing her fucking you senseless with her cock made your pussy clench impossibly tight against her fingers. “yes..yes..I’m..Oh god, I’m cumming!” she fucked you even harder, wrapping her lips back around your clit, licking it in circular motion. 

you couldn’t help but pull on her hair again, breathing heavily as she curled her fingers inside you, screaming her name as your orgasm washed over you as you closed your eyes tightly. she chuckled against your thigh, sitting up on her knees and kissing you softly. You groaned as you tasted yourself, pulling her by the back of her neck to kiss you harder. “is this heaven?” you mumbled, opening your eyes. 

“Would you stop with the death jokes? seriously” she frowned and you let out a howl, throwing your head back as you giggled. “I’m sorry, come here” you wrapped your arms around her, hugging her close.

you sneaked your hand to her zipper before she stopped you. “not here..I’d like to worship you better at home first” you smiled at the thought of seeing your shared house again. 

She peppered kisses all over your face, smoothing your hair out of your face. “I love you” she mumbled shyly and you chuckled, “love you” you kissed her lips again and she helped you put your pants back on.

She stood up, giving you her hand to pull up before picking you up bridal style. She froze as she looked into your eyes. What you didn’t know was that she was holding your bloody form in the same way a year and a half ago.

“I..I didn’t hurt you, did I?” she asked, gulping. You furrowed your eyebrows, shaking your head. “no..no it was perfect” she cupped her cheek. she nodded, a small smile appearing on her face before she took you to her car and drove you home.

This definitely wasn’t the way you thought today was gonna go, but you definitely weren’t complaining. :)

#rhea ripley x reader #Rhea ripley #rhea ripley wwe #demi bennett x reader #wwe imagine #rhea ripley smut

[ontheshroom]

Can you do a fic on jacks PR team making him break up with y/n to date another celeb (it can be anyone) and a few months later Jack slides into y/n insta dms hoping to get back together

It’s not the same

Jack Harlow x fem!reader

Angst

Synopsis: Jack leaves Y/n for a pr relationship with Alexa Demie.

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Jack’s gotten into the habit of allowing his team to dictate his life. The fame feeling like a rush to him. It’s gotten to the point that everything is controlled, his food, his clothes, his home, and now his relationships.

“I know it sucks, y/n, but it’d bring in so much publicity for Jack.” Neelam explains.

“We don’t give a fuck about publicity! We’ve been dating since the eighth grade, Neelam.” You scoff.

“Y/n, I think we should do it.” Jack shrugs.

“Of course you do, Jack.” You shake your head, placing your tongue against your cheek.

“All you fucking care about is fame and money. I hope that starts to keep you warm at night.” You laugh, getting up from the couch.

You collect your things and leave, ignoring Jack’s calls from behind you.

You go home, a wreck. It’s not fucking fair. Years of love being dismissed for a publicity relationship? Your anger dissolves any sadness you could feel. You’ll never forgive Jack for giving you up for a fake relationship.

Jack: Baby come back

Jack: You’re being immature

Jack: You know how much my career means to me.

Jack: Why are you allowing this to keep us apart?

Jack: it’ll just be for a bit.

You look at his text’s in disbelief. There’s no way his raggedy ass is really saying all of this. You roll your eyes and turn off your phone.

Within the next week there’s “secret” spottings of Jack out with a mystery girl.

Jack Harlow seen with Alexa Demie

Jack Harlow breaking up with middle school sweetheart?

Jack Harlow cheating scandal

Your heart breaks at the titles. It’s all fake sure, but the break up isn’t. Jack still decided to leave you for a publicity stunt.

You receive a phone call, taking your attention away from the articles.

“Hey, girl!” Druski greets you.

He instantly brings a smile to your face.

“Hi, Dru Dru.” You smile.

“You doing okay?” He asks, his face softening a bit.

“I’ll be fine soon. You know how he’s changed in the last few months.” You shrug.

“I told him not to let your fine ass go, daddy Drew might have to take his place.” He smiles, pulling his glasses down his nose.

“Don’t everrrr.” You laugh.

“Nah, you know it’s all love, y/n. Let me know if you need anything.” He says.

“I will Dru Dru, I love you, bye.” You blow a kiss to the screen before hanging up.

Within the last three months of being away from Jack, your career flourishes. You seem to always be booked and busy. You’re in blogs at least twice a day and it’s never for anything bad. You’re being called America’s new sweetheart.

“Are we set for Milan?” You ask your manager, packing up your current hotel room.

“Yep, we leave to the jet in three hours.” She tells you.

“Okay.” You tell her as you both leave the hotel room.

Paparazzi is waiting for you outside the hotel room as you walk into the SUV.

“Y/n! Y/n! Did you hear that Jack and Alexa broke up?”

“Will there be a rekindle between the two of you?”

You sigh as you get into the vehicle.

“Don’t let it bother you.” Zaya, your manager, tells you.

“I’m trying.”

A ping from your phone sounds throughout the SUV.

Jack: I miss u

Jack: Can I come see you?

You: Where’s Alexa?

Jack: it wasn’t the same as when I was with you.

You: Because what we had was real. Now, you can deal with the guilt that you lost someone who loved you beyond publicity.

Jack: don’t be like that.

Block this contact? Yes.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow smut #jack harlow angst #jack harlow fic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow concepts #dad!jack

[softpastels]

tap, tap, tap.

i haven't logged on in almost two years but i'm dying to get back to some quick back and forth rp once in awhile. i'm mostly interested in discord, but i'm just getting into how it works over there so you might have to teach me a thing or two :')

if you don't want to navigate my page (it's truly a mess atm) just LIKE THIS and i'll come to you. i can revamp my previous characters but also wouldn't be opposed to new ones. play a lot more model/ig faces now, too. open to celeb rp. tend to favor smutty, but not a dealbreaker. i love angst and drama and a bit of heartbreak, too. mumus? sign me up. i'm in my late twenties so under 21 dni.

original muse list under the cut (though for sure a bit outdated lol)

PRIMARY

i. LUKE HEMMINGS as REESE CASSIDY — 25, libra. pansexual cismale. film editing assistant.  ii. SYDNEY SWEENEY as REMY HART — 23, cancer. bisexual cisfemale. bookkeeper.  iii. ALEXA DEMIE as LEIA REYES — 26, scorpio. pansexual cisfemale. camgirl. iv. NICK ROBINSON as LEO MILLER — 24, xxxx. pansexual cismale.  v. TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET as FINN CAVALCANTI — 24, xxxx. pansexual cismale. student.  vi. RUDY PANKOW as KAI FULLER — 22, xxxx. heterosexual cismale. trust fund baby. vii. ANA DE ARMAS as GISELE CONTRERAS — 31, xxxx. pansexual cisfemale. marketing manager.  viii. JACOB ELORDI as CASH CAMERON — 24, xxxx. heterosexual cismale. drug dealer.  ix. FELIX MALLARD as AUGUST KELLY — 22, xxxx. bisexual cismale.  x. MADELYN CLINE as NELLIE JAMES — 23, xxxx. bisexual cisfemale.  xi. DYLAN O'BRIEN as ARES EDEN — 29, xxxx, pansexual cismale.

SECONDARY

i. EMILY RATAJKOWSKI as ALIRA TYLER — 30, gemini. pansexual cisfemale.  ii. KENDALL JENNER as GIADA MOREAU — 24, xxxx. pansexual cisfemale.  iii. MACHINE GUN KELLY as GRIFFIN FULLER — 31, xxxx. heterosexual cismale.  iv. PETE DAVIDSON as BASH BROOKS — 26, xxxx. pansexual cismale.  v. MEGAN FOX as CAMILLE NICOLLI — 33, xxxx. pansexual cisfemale.

#indie discord rp #discord indie rp #discord rp #indie rp #indie smut rp #discord 1x1

[bloodhoundluke]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

welcome! here's my masterlist. i hope you enjoy these pieces as much i've enjoyed writing them. as in for now, i'll be writing for luke hemmings. this is supposed to be a safe place for everyone. please keep in mind that the writing here does not represent real people: in other words, these are purely fiction.

REQUESTS: CLOSED

🌸 = fluff

🌧 = angst

❤️‍🔥 = smut

𝗅𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

singular blurbs & fics:

birthday shenanigans 🌸 wake me up when september ends 🌸🌧 (songfic) and i love the way you decorate my heart 🌸🌧 (christmas themed) nervous [university au] 🌸🌧 for the love of strange medicine 🌸🌧 lucky 🌸 (sickfic) you, forever 🌧🌸

drunken smiles & fishnet stockings ❤️‍🔥🌸 (halloween themed) hush and kiss me 🌸 (winter themed)

headcanons:

halloween 🌸

instagram blurbs:

pt. 1 ➢ pt. 2 (gf! reader, fc: camila cabello) secrets? ➢ pt. 2 no more secrets (gf! reader, fc: claudia tihan) roses (painter/digital illustrator! reader, fc: sabrina carpenter) ready for those flashing lights (model!reader, fc: alexa demie) i like thursdays (booktuber!reader, fc: steph bohrer)

series:

dress code: baby blue pt. 1: best years 🌸 ⎮ pt.2 (coming)

when facing the things we turn away from (the rest of them are coming) starting line 🌸🌧 ⎮ saigon 🌸🌧 ⎮ motion 🌸🌧 ⎮ place in me 🌧 ⎮ baby blue ⎮ repeat ⎮ mum ⎮ slip away 🌧 ⎮ diamonds ⎮ a beautiful dream ⎮ bloodline ⎮ comedown

updated: 11/2023.

© 2022- bloodhoundluke. everything posted here is original, written by me (unless stated otherwise). so please, do respect my writing pieces and do not post them anywhere without crediting me. and if you want to do so, please contact me first.

& you can find my prompt list here!

++ you can find my 5sos fic recommendations by the tag 'my recommendations'

& the dividers are not mine, they are by @baexywth.

#masterlist #luke hemmings masterlist #5sos fanfiction #luke hemmings fanfic #luke hemmings imagine #luke 5sos #5sos fluff #luke hemmings fluff #5sos smut #luke hemmings smut #5sos angst #luke hemmings angst #my writing

[foolishmortalmuses]

I'm Kacy! I'm 30 and use she/her pronouns. My timezone is EST. If you're interested in interacting, please be over the age of 21. This is what I'm comfortable with, so please respect that. All of the muses I write have real life faces to them. I do not write with those who use cartoons or drawings. It's just not something that I'm comfortable with and I'm sorry if this is a dealbreaker for you. I typically write anywhere from 1 paragraph or 2 and up. It all depends on the vibe and what I'm doing in that moment. I work in an office, so most of the time, I can get replies in with at least a paragraph or two. I write in third person, past tense. I will not write with someone who writes in first person, it's just a preference. I only write on discord, so please keep that in mind when reaching out. Some faces I want to write AGAINST: Nick Jonas, Luke Newton, Andy Biersack, Spencer Charnas, Logan Henderson, JDM, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Tom Hiddleston, RDJ, Harry Styles, Bill Skarsgard, Hayden Christensen, Joe Keery, Jonah Hauer-King, Dacre Montgomery, Demi Lovato, Rhea Ripley, Travis Kelce, Seth Rollins, Jon Moxley, Seth Edeen, Tyler Seguin. Faces I will USE: Alexa Bliss, Caylee Cowan, Demi Lovato, Josephine Langford, Gracie Gillam, Grace Van Dien, Kathryn Newton, Barbie Ferreira, Chris Evans, Logan Henderson, Sydney Sweeney, Joe Jonas. I'm open to others, as long as I am comfortable with using them and know who they are. Fandoms I will write: Glee, One Tree Hill, Degrassi, The Walking Dead, Stranger Things, Reality TV, Fire Country, Grey's Anatomy, but I'm looking for fandomless things right now. Plots/Themes I enjoy writing: Mafia, Angst, Horror. I have very few triggers, so I'm always up for discussing those as well as your own. We can plot some messy things and I would love you forever for it.

RULES. MUSES. WANTED PLOTS.

If you're interested in plotting, feel free to message me and I will get back to you from there. Talk to you soon!!

#discord roleplay #discord 1x1 #oc roleplay #discord mumu #oc rp

[mrsaltieri-real]

His Perfect Victim (Mickey Altieri x OC!Dahlia Levine)

Chapter Sixteen: Lexi

Words: 3.2k

Warning/s: langauge, a lot of angst, past relationship trauma, mentions of sex and violence, mentions of pre-killer Mickey, relationship doubt, toxic relationships, Dahlia being lowkey gay for Mickey’s ex, etc

A/N: This was really intense to write. It’s a very important chapter though so I hope you guys enjoy! Goes into Mickey’s past a little more and makes Dahlia doubt a LOT. Thank you to @bisexual-horror-fan for beta reading and editing this for me! So much love!

Also, if anybody is interested to know the dynamic between Lexi and Mickey, I wrote a reader x mickey one shot a while back which is literally them. I’ll tag it. Raw (Mickey Altieri)

@lizey-thornberry

⬇️For reference, Lexi’s face claim is Alexa Demie⬇️

Well, this is fucking awkward.

I sat at the table, fingers drumming the stained wood anxiously. Lexi smiled at me, looking a little bashful as she sat herself in front of me.

“Do you, uh, want a drink or something?” I asked, quickly getting to my feet.

“Oh, uhm, yeah, water would be great?” She replied, smiling up at me. She didn’t seem anxious or concerned at all, rather the opposite. Not only that, but she seemed completely at ease, and it was making me a little uncomfortable.

But God, she was breathtaking.

I hummed to myself as I walked toward my sink, grabbing a glass and shakily filling it up with water.

Come on, Dahlia. Calm down.

“Thank you, Dahlia. I’ll get right to it. If that’s okay with you?” She asked as I handed her the glass of water and sat back down in front of her. All I could do was bob my head once.

My boyfriend's ex was here, across from me in my dorm room. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I felt too awkward to make eye contact with her. She was stunning. Intimidatingly beautiful. My insecurities were sneaking up on me rapidly and there was no holding them at bay. Every move she made, every flick of her hair and elegant movement, caused me to feel more and more self-aware.

She had a gracefulness about her, so much confidence radiated from every pore that just being in the same room as her was overwhelming. She tucked ran a hand through her long, black hair, sweeping it over her shoulder before dropping her hand to the table, her elegant and manicured fingers drumming lightly on wood.

Why the hell would Mickey break up with her? She was fucking perfect.

“How long have you been dating Mickey?” Lexi asked me after she took a sip of water.

“Eight months. Can I ask, I’m sorry, why are you here?” I asked my question tentatively, still not looking the stunning girl in the eye.

“I, uh…” She let out a sigh, placing the glass back down on the table. “I made a promise to myself that if Mickey ever got serious with somebody, I’d warn them.”

I stared at the woman like she’d grown two heads, my eyebrows raising as I asked, “I’m sorry, you’d warn them?”

What the hell was there to warn me about? Mickey was nothing short of a gentleman with me. Never pushed me to do anything I wasn’t comfortable with, always made sure I was okay. What could she possibly be worried he’d do to me?

“Look, Mickey can be… Intense. I just thought I should let you know, give you a heads-up, you know? I wouldn’t want anyone to go through what I went through with him and-“

“I’m sorry,” I shook my head, finally making eye contact with her. “What you went through with him? How do you even know who I am? That I’m dating him?” The questions came bubbling out before she could even attempt to answer, the stress of the situation beginning to hit me at full speed. I didn’t like this at all.

She smiled halfheartedly at me, shrugging slightly as she answered only my second question. “Everyone knows who you are, Dahlia. Everyone knows what happened to you and your friends in California last year.”

Her big brown eyes were sympathetic and didn’t have a shred of ill intent behind them. Maybe she was good at masking, maybe she was genuine.

“Okay, but how do you know I’m dating him?”

“I received a phone call a few months ago. Some woman named Debbie?” She looked at me, as if she was expecting some realization to cross over my face.

Debbie? I didn’t know anyone named Debbie.

She seemed to pick up on the fact that I had no idea who she was talking about and carried on, “Well, she told me that she was looking out for you, that you were dating Mickey, and she was worried. I don’t know how she got my cell or even knew who I was. But I felt obligated to come down here and tell you some things about him.”

The way she said that word, “him”, it had some venomous undertones that I couldn’t ignore. It actually made me flinch to hear it. Mickey is a cocky asshole, sure. He could behave like a dick. But he was a college student in his 20s, how bad could he have been when he was in high school?

This felt wrong, like I was somehow betraying him and his trust. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as Lexi continued to talk.

“Mickey has always been… Complicated. I dated him for over a year and I never met his family, he didn’t really seem to have many friends. He was eighteen and lived in an apartment all alone, which struck me as odd because we were still in high school, but he just said some crap about his family not being around. He was sweet at first, tentative and caring. But sometimes he’d act… Different.”

“Different?” I asked anxiously. My fingers twitched for my ring, but I ignored it.

“He’d be on some weird kind of edge for days on end and then completely disappear for others. He’d come back, and he’d have this weird wildness to him that I can't explain. It was like he was on some kind of high or something.” Lexi watched my face drop, and she leaned forward, shaking her head quickly.

“He was never violent with me. Well, not in that way anyway.”

“Not in that way?” I asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“Sometimes when we’d have… Sex, he’d go a little overboard.”

I didn’t flinch away from the comment. I was insecure, but I wasn’t insecure enough to feel bad about Mickey sleeping with an ex-girlfriend. But I did however feel uneasy about the way she spoke. Her face screwed up slightly as she relived some memory, and she shuddered delicately.

“You don’t have to tell me, Lexi.”

“I think I do. I won’t go into the details, but Mickey is dark. Darker than he’ll let on. Don’t get me wrong, he never forced me to do anything.” She said the last part quickly when she took in my expression. “It’s just… I don’t know you and you don’t know me, but just be careful, Dahlia. There’s something off with him, trust me.”

“Why would I trust you? I don’t know you. You’re some chick who dated my boyfriend and came to my door and started telling me to, what, dump him?” I couldn’t hold back the scoff. I felt a sudden wave of protection over him, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being genuine.

I hated that. I hated that I was doubting my trust in the man who’d saved me from myself.

“Mickey hasn’t done anything to me.”

“Really? Nothing at all you can think of?” I pursed my lips like a fucking child, and she leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms across her chest. “Dahlia, I promise you this isn’t some weird ex-girlfriend shit, okay? Trust me, there is something wrong with him.”

“Trust you? I don’t know you!” I threw my hands up, letting them fall back down onto the table with a loud thud.

“Look, I get how weird this is, okay? I just… You’ve been through a lot and I promise you, he’s just going to make things worse. It’s not in him to help people, not really. Not unless there’s something in it for him.”

“Mickey wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.” My voice was stern, I couldn’t help how defensive I was feeling over him.

“Really? So he’s never done anything in an attempt to hurt or upset you?”

I hesitated, teeth sinking into my bottom lip and my gaze averting from her. He had. My mind flooded back to the party, that stupid party. We talked, we laughed, we bonded, but then he tried to kiss me and I rejected him. He immediately got angry, defensive and proceeded to trick me into walking into Sidney’s bedroom where he fucked a girl right in front of me.

With how well things were going, I’d all but forgotten about that night, as well as how much of an asshole he was. I wasn’t stupid, I know people didn’t change so rapidly in the way that he had. Was it all a trick? Was Mickey that good of an actor? Had all the movies and television shows he loves watching so much made him talented at hiding who he really was?

“That’s what I thought.” Lexi crossed her arms, leaning back in her seat. “Listen to me, Dahlia. He is not okay. It’s all a fucking act, okay? He’ll be the person you want him to be until he gets what he wants. It’s like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.”

“And what does he want?” My voice was small, and I still couldn’t look her in the eye.

“What do most guys want?” Her body language altered slightly before she cleared her throat and asked, “Have you…”

My eyes met hers for a moment and I shook my head. “No.”

“Then it isn’t too late.”

I scoffed, unable to stop myself from rolling my eyes at her.

“Not too late? What, is he going to fuck me to death?“I could taste the acrid bitterness of my words as I spat them out to her, my hands bunching up into fists.

“He’s just something else when it comes to it. Don’t get me wrong, sometimes it’s fun, but it’s like he can’t help himself, like when he’s in the moment that mask just slips away for a while. It’s one of the many, many reasons he and I broke up. I know he never meant to, I think in a lot of ways he didn’t realize what he was doing, you know? We were young and stupid and inexperienced. But I just couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t warn you.”

“The only thing Mickey said is that things had ended badly between you two.”

Lexi surprised me by laughing, a genuine laugh and her head thrown back. “That’s what he said? If you consider him nearly killing me then yeah, it ended ‘badly’, sure!”

I felt a strange shudder go down my spine, goosebumps beginning to rise on my arms. “What?”

She stopped laughing, a small smile still toying on her lips as she leaned forward, as if she was worried someone would overhear her.

“There’s kinky, then there’s him. It wasn’t on purpose, he just gets…” She paused for a second as if she were trying to find the right words before settling on, “Lost in it. You just need to be careful with him. I’m not saying break up with him or anything, that’s not what this is. He’s just not right.”

“You keep saying that yet you won’t go into specifics.” I argued. As she looked at me, I could tell she’d noticed the slight waver in my body language, how on edge I was becoming. I did my best to mask it, but to no avail.

“So what, you don’t believe me?” Her tone wasn’t accusatory, more sad than anything. I could see the genuine worry and concern she had for me, some girl she didn’t even know. It was disconcerting as Hell and made the doubt in my mind gradually become more and more overwhelming.

“It’s not that I don’t believe you. I don’t know you. But I know him. He’s not the same stupid eighteen-year-old high schooler that you loved.”

“He never loved me, Dahlia. I don’t even think he’s even capable of it.”

Lexi shook her head. I could see in her face that she’d admitted defeat, and I didn’t blame her. I was so infatuated with him, I really don’t think there’s anything she could have said at that moment.

Looking back at it now, I didn’t deal with the Lexi thing in the right way. She told me all these things about Mickey, but I’d made the decision to repress and ignore because that’s the only way I could deal with it. I couldn’t believe for a second that Mickey would’ve hurt me. Surprisingly, I was right. He didn’t set out to hurt me in the end, but that’s exactly what he did.

“Look, I can’t stick around to change your mind, I don’t want to bump into him, but-“ Lexi grabbed her purse, pulling out a small piece of paper and a pen before she scribbled down a phone number with an L above it and stood up from the seat, “- Call me if you need me, okay? I know you don’t know me, but I don’t want anyone to go through what I did with Mickey.”

I looked at her beautiful face for a second before my eyes dropped to the paper she held outstretched to me in her hand. Furthermore, I hesitated for a moment before taking it, feeling a weird sense of betrayal the moment my fingers closed around the paper.

“I should go.” She walked toward the door, pausing for a minute to turn and look at me again. “You seem like a sweet girl, I get what he sees in you. Good luck, Dahlia.”

In Lexi’s eyes, I could see that she wanted to say something else, but she decided not to.

The moment she left, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and wrapped my arms around myself.

Mickey’s ex-girlfriend making the effort to track me down after receiving a phone call from some chick named Debbie was naturally not sitting right with me, not at all. I felt the same wave of unease flutter over me, and I shivered as I stared toward the door after her, unsure of what I was going to tell Mickey.

I couldn’t tell him that his ex dropped by, that would be weird. But at the same time, didn’t he have the right to know? Wouldn’t that be a good way to know if he was hiding something?

I pulled my phone out of my jacket pocket, scrolling through my contacts until I found his name. My finger hesitated over the call button before I sighed, dropping my phone onto the table with a clatter.

If I wasn’t worried, if I had complete trust in him, why was the thought of telling him about this making me feel like I wanted to throw up?

The sound of my phone vibrating made me jump, “Jesus Christ,” I muttered before picking it up, seeing Mickey’s name printed across the small screen.

Another moment of hesitation before I tentatively answered, clearing my throat before speaking.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Dahli, sorry about earlier, you caught me at a bad time. I didn’t mean to be rude.” He sounded a little breathless, the strange excitement Lexi had described evident in his tone.

“No, it’s fine.” I tried keeping my voice even, not wanting him to catch on that something was wrong. I knew that conversation would be a headache, and over the phone wasn’t the right time to talk.

“Are you alright? You sound weird.” Mickey’s voice changed, a suspicious edge lingering in his words. Fuck, he knew me too well.

“No, no, I’m fine. Sorry, was just about to, uh, take a shower when you called.” I was a terrible liar but lucky for me, Mickey seemed too lost in his own distractions to notice.

“Are you sure?”

“Mmm.” I rolled my eyes at myself before clearing my throat again. “Yeah, I’m sure. I just miss you, you know?”

“I miss you too.” His voice changed again, back to the somewhat giddy undertone. I couldn’t help but wonder why he seemed to be in such a good mood. “I wanted to call and tell you that I’ve done what I needed to do quicker than I expected, so I’m on my way home. I’ll be about an hour, I’ll come by your dorm?”

I glanced at the door and down to the piece of paper with Lexi’s phone number on my table. I had an hour to get myself together because I had no doubt he’d see past my feeble attempts of lying.

“Yeah, that sounds great! I’ll see you soon.” I tried to make my voice light and enthusiastic, and clearly must’ve been at least halfway convincing enough because the phone call ended happily enough.

As I stepped into the shower, it did the opposite of what I wanted it to. I didn’t feel relaxed, I felt even worse. The hot water was doing a shit job at relaxing my tense muscles, it was like the burning water turned ice-cold the moment it made contact with my skin.

No way could I tell him about Lexi. I didn’t know everything about him, but I knew Mickey well enough to know how angry he’d be that she had tracked me down.

There were too many mysteries and confusions surrounding her arrival. How did she know where my dorm was? How did she know I was in a serious relationship with Mickey? Did he hurt her? Would he really hurt me? What if I’d been ignoring the screaming red flags because I needed him so badly?

He brought me back to life. When I came to Windsor, I was an emotionless wreck, a shell of a person who was just surviving rather than living. But he… He built me back up again. In my head, I couldn’t imagine the person Lexi described him to be when he was eighteen. But maybe I’d been completely blinded because of how much I loved him.

I loved Mickey. I knew I loved Mickey, and it was truly terrifying. I couldn’t even fathom the idea that he could hurt anyone, it just wasn’t him. But maybe I didn’t know him as well as I thought I did, maybe none of us did. He’d been an enigma, somewhat of a mystery, since I’d met him. He was very talented at only allowing people to know what he wanted them to. He was so charming and charismatic that it was too easy to see past what he could be capable of.

I was being crazy, right? I knew Mickey. How could I possibly know Lexi was even telling the truth about him? It was easy to think this way, but I couldn’t ignore the feeling that she was being nothing but truthful. The way she spoke about him, she had no ill intent behind her words. It didn’t seem like she hated Mickey or that she was jealous. She never told me that I should break up with him or that he was a bad person, just that there was “something wrong with him”. It was like she was genuinely concerned about what was in store for me.

But the one question that was toying with my mind the most, who the fuck was Debbie, and how did she know anything about me or Mickey?

#i know #two chapters in one week? #who am I? #this chapters a little more intense so tread lightly #thanks for reading! #scream #scream 2 #mickey altieri #dahlia levine #his perfect victim #mickey altieri x dahlia levine

[youngsamanda]

happy valentines day i'm spending it working and with a dog so here's a bunch of primarily shippy based things that i want to do ! please keep in mind that i'm twenty3 so be over eighteen if you are giving this post a like ! i primarily write on discord but am technically flexible when it comes to that i'll also mess around on tumblr sideblogs or my inactive indie still ! if you are interested please like this or dm me and we can get something going !

plots : gay cowboys / a better version of that whack netflix movie purple hearts where two people who don't really like each other decide to get married for the benefits and it's a whole fake marriage slowburn thing / gimme real old gay vampires that are just messy and awful for each other but keep falling back together / literally on my knees begging for any kind of beauty and the beast plot / a big slasher multimuse / frat boy x friends sister / literally the plot of ez and emily from mayans mc but with a happier ending hopefully / oops baby plots for the angst / friends when they are younger in the like 90s then playing older casted versions of them in modern day / literally just scooby doo / teen wolf x vampire diaries older and recasted mumu i don't know please indulge me / friends to lovers but it literally takes forever like one of those bitches gets married before they get together / mermaid x pirate romance / not actually the characters but the vibes of red white and royal blue gay royals and all that / just want random period pieces like characters in the 70s or something / rich girl x country boy / proper enemies to lovers / the bitches from the mummy / mob lackey and mob boss daughter / something based on beth x rip from yellowstone / literally just a drama college friend group bc it's fun

wanted ships : gale x dewey / older percy x annabeth / charlie gillespie x olivia holt / rachel zegler x tom blythe / emma d'arcy x ryan corr / seth x kate fdtd / buffy x spike / tara x jax / anakin x padme / rhys x feyre / nesta x cassian / cole x isabel from the shiver books but older / mason gooding x jenna ortega / sean teale x adelaide kane / haymitch x effie / kiana madeira x olivia scott welch / mike x emily from until dawn / danielle galligan x calahan skogman / kaz x inej / azriel x gwyn / peter x gwen but not the tom holland one / steve x nancy / keyleth x vax / bloom x sky / musa x riven / fka twigs x bill skarsgaard / jacob elordi x alexa demie / taylor zakhar perez x madelyn cline / rami malek x charlie hunnam / mackenzie davis x gugu mbatha raw / harley x ivy / maya erskine x donald glover / elena x nate uncharted / lois x clark / gendry x arya / hayley x nathan from oth / emma x sean but older from degrassi / karen x frank / crystal reed x daniel sharman but in a period piece / blair redford x jamie chung / lorna dane x alex summers / mickey x ian but recasted

wanted opposites : nick robinson / archie renaux / emilio sakraya / jena malone / ryan graves / adrian kempe / sza / lily gladstone / yahya abdul mateen ii / alperen duymaz / drew starkey / fka twigs / aubrey plaza / peter gadiot / renee rapp / paul mescal / havana liu rose / milo manheim / taylor zakhar perez / riley keogh / anna diop / melissa barrera / ben barnes / ayo edibiri / fabien frankel / dev patel / oliver jackson cohen / danny ramirez / aubin wise / cillian murphy / amber midthunder / daniel sharman / auli'l cravalho / logan lerman / phoebe tonkin / rege jean page / winona ryder / dua lipa / elodie yung / joseph quinn / simone ashley / camila mendes / jensen ackles / henry golding / blu hunt / aaron taylor johnson / calum hood / gabriel luna

#discord rp #discord 1x1 #1x1 rp #1x1 roleplay #i dunno #don't be weird abt the hockey ppl please i can't KADJJD

[infernalodie]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

Inspo: Emile Mosseri - Jacob and the Stone

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Gn!reader

Summary: The stone that stood tall and would never full leave her memory...

Warnings: Angst throughout with mentions of suicide.

Words: 1770

DNI IF YOU���RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

There was this stone Maddy used to go to.

Somewhere in the density of a forest right outside of Highland. Practically resting near the long breaks of the open countryside, this place resided.

It’d been a complete chance that she came to this location. Her car broke down with her friends and their goal to live the night up was still on the list of plans. So, they ventured into this forest and found this large stone.

She remembers Cassie being a ruckus and being the emotional drunk she was. Lexi was reserved and just talked with Kat. Rue and Jules were holding one another. But Maddy found you staring at this stone, perplexed or fascinated by it.

Maddy remembers you dragging your hand across the texture of the rock. Lips twitched faintly as the tips of your fingers gently caught the grooves; scars of its past and present. And something about it made you say, “It’s beautiful.”

Everyone knew you found beauty in the strangest of places. If it is some random obscured painting or one of those poems you would write in your free time–there was nothing you couldn’t find positives in. It had been what made Maddy fall in love with you in the first place.

And she remembers how you looked back at her. A look in your eye that was almost contentful. Like something had been decided the moment you saw this large stone. You had said, “If I ever die, I want to be buried here. I’ll even write it in my will.”

She punched your arm for saying something like that. Warning you that she would be the one to do the job if you brought something like that up. You smiled and laughed. And she remembers your arms curling around her and holding her against your chest tightly. Your face tucked in her hair where you pressed gentle kisses.

That had only been a week before everything happened. That was the last memory she had of you before you were gone. Swept up and taken wherever was after this life. And now, even after all these years, she hadn’t been able to bring herself to go back to that forest–to relive that moment all over again in a place that she imagine still had your lingering presence.

Today, it was the anniversary of your death. So, with the urging encouragement of Lexi and Rue, she drove up to the forest. She walked amongst the trees that the further she got, blocked out the sun that had been beating down on her since she got back from Highland. It left a massive veil between her and the outside world that hoped hadn’t desecrated this sacred land.

Then she finally arrived at the stone. It stood tall- maybe even taller than she had once realized. Its exterior was jaded–chips having fallen off from years of weather conditioning. And in a traditional fashion, your initials were etched into its face. Your name, your birthday and the day of your passing. Each letter and number is rough around the edges, but perfect as its own; much like you.

Flowers were scattered around the marked grave. Much of them came from friends that had specifically come down to visit and pay respects to you. There were postcards from Jules; she believed that in some way, they might make it to you somehow. There were stuffies from Rue who knew of your unhealthy obsession with said items. Lexi left some of your favourite books from your guys’ friendship being built from that.

But Maddy had nothing to offer. Perhaps she thought her visit was enough considering the time she’d pushed to avoid the inevitable.

Exhaling heavily, she forced a smile. “Hey, baby.”

She sat beside the grave with the faint outline of where it had been dug. She clasped her hands together, saying, “I would ask you how you were doing, but I think we both know that would just be stupid of me.”

Painful silence. She didn’t know what to say. What was there to honestly say? You had given up. Maybe you lost sight of the beauty in this world. Lost all hope for society and decided to clock out before you saw anything get worse. Or maybe you had been depressed the whole time but she was too blind to see it. People wore masks–some of who no one would expect. Maybe you were a part of that few.

But since you left, she tried to keep to what she had been before you left–be the person that you loved. So, she wasn’t going to try and beat around the bush with any fruitless questions or statements. “I want to say you left because you couldn’t handle living anymore. But somehow-” she laughed, shaking her head. “-something tells me your sick mind thought that becoming one with the earth was beautiful, huh? I mean, we both know that’s how your mind worked.”

In some way, with your passing, she felt like she had finally grown as close as she could get to you. With your family left in shambles from your death, Maddy had taken it upon herself to be the one to pack your belongings up. Place your clothes in boxes, trinkets in boxes, and all the little handwritten notes that lined your walls. And on the final day, there was only one poem left and she just sat in the center of your room and stared at it. Then she cried. Harder than she ever thought she could. She screamed and fought against the harsh grasp of reality that was; once she took that final paper, you were officially gone. You would be gone from her life forever.

But from time to time, when she came down to Highland to visit her parents, she stopped by your family’s house. She had dinner with them, talked about life, made plans for future holidays and then she would ask to look at the boxes.

There would always be a silence that fell over the kitchen. The uneven breaths from your mother who would purse her lips, forcing a broken smile that could crack as she grabbed Maddy’s hands and hold them tightly. Which would always be contradictory because of the tears in her eyes. And your mom would always say, “Honey, don’t ever feel like you need to ask.”

And your dad would sit there quietly, avoiding eye contact that could betray the tough exterior he had to keep. When, in fact, the wound of your passing was still fresh and it would always stay that way. No child is supposed to go before their parents.

But you did. You defied every expectation; good and bad. You believed in most people who didn’t deserve it. You found lessons in situations you had labelled, “misconstrued control”. Each of those lessons made you grow and in any way you could, you tried to pass this knowledge on to others. But you gave up and in Maddy’s mind and that substituted everything else out. Your action to leave so soon was unforgivable to her.

You gave up when things were getting good for the two of you. When your guys’ story was starting to pick up make things interesting.

“I started reading some of those poems you had taped up on your walls.” A faint smile twitched on her lips. “They almost looked like etchings of thoughts you never said to me.” Maddy’s lips trembled. She remembered clearing out your room and spending hours sitting in the center of that room. Unable to take her eyes off of all the deep and meaningful quotes that you were so infatuated with. If she’d known that she returned to your house in her dreams, finding you standing and staring at each poem with a smile, she would’ve never laid a foot inside that room.

Bowing her head slightly as she swayed. Sniffling harshly, she said, “If you must die, I’ll envy even the earth that wraps around your body.” Her tearful eyes lifted to the inscription of your name carved meaningfully into the boulder. Face twisting with her voice giving way. “And I fucking miss you, Y/n. I hate knowing something else will give you warmth when I could’ve filled that spot for you.”

Her voice cracked. A sob fell from her lips. “I shouldn’t be sad. You fucking left me!” She fell to her hands, slowly lowering herself where blades of grass brushed across her rosy cheeks that kissed the earth. Her body trembled as she sought the feeling of your arms once more. Fingers delving into the dirt, hoping to find your hands interlocking with hers the further she reached. “But I want you here. Even in my dreams, I just want one more day with you.”

It was a distant and unforgeable wish, she knew that. But she was desperate. She had to wake up most nights and cry herself back to sleep because that would be the only way to reunite with you once more. Through the pain, she was healed by your smile. And she trying to find a middle ground between acceptance and refusal.

But that was the thing–no one can have both. When someone is gone, we can’t do anything to bring them back. And with time, we will heal. It’ll hurt like hell and it’ll feel like that wound will always be open, but that’s what comes with acceptance. And when we least expect it, when we find someone that makes our hearts skip a beat like the person before once did, we’ll realize how far we’ve come. How much pain we were able to take and keep moving forward.

It's a sign to try again.

And it hurt Maddy to admit it, but she wanted to keep going. Keep you close to her heart, but far enough that she was allowed to think about the good times instead of the worst.

And what helped was for her to think about how your mind worked–your beliefs that she never could wrap her head around. With time, she learned more about herself and where she stood on the unappreciated qualities of life and the world she lived in. Maddy believed that in some alternate reality, the both of you were still together and thriving. And acknowledging that was beautiful in its own way because she got to experience it for some time–a small sliver compared to a counterpart, but still a gift. But a different version of her would feel it until her last breath.

Something like that was poetic, wasn’t it?

#maddy perez euphoria #alexa demie #maddy perez x gn!reader #maddy perez x gn reader #maddy perez imagine #maddy perez fanfiction #maddy perez angst #maddy perez x reader #maddy perez #euphoria #euphoria fanfiction #euphoria imagine #euphoria maddy perez #x gender neutral reader #x gn!reader #x gn reader #x reader

[glamourcityrp]

Last night, I was knee-deep in conversation with Admin Emma on a voice call, discussing plots and angst between two of our characters, when she suddenly interrupts me with, "You should change your mascot to Sydney..." And let me tell you, I haven't been able to shake that thought since. So, from now on, if you spot Sydney Sweeney on the dash, rest assured it's yours truly, Admin Carmen, vying for your attention. Anyway, I'm free of chores today, so for the first time in ages, I'll be here non-stop. We'd seriously love to see: Zayn Malik, Ashton Irwin, Kendall Jenner, Aaron Johnson, Alexa Demie, Henry Cavill, Maia Mitchell, Miley Cyrus, Liam Hemsworth, and so many others.

#hollywood rp #fame rp #celeb rp #celebrity rp

[beee1x1]

hi everyone ! my name’s b, i’m twenty4 ( born ‘98 ) & i live in sweden ! after hopping around between a couple of different groups i’ve decided to take a leap off the deep end and roam the tags for some new partners to 1x1 with , exclusively on discord .

☆ with the weekly releases of the last of us on hbo , i’m currently obsessing over apocalyptic plots , specifically zombie ones ! some other plots i’d love to explore are cyberpunk , supernatural ( i’m a big fan of true blood ) , slasher , western .

☆ i enjoy and have no qualms writing angst , darker subjects and smut , but the frequency of the latter will depend entirely on the character i’m writing and the context surrounding them . 

☆ i prefer writing ocs , but i am also comfortable with writing certain characters from certain fandoms . some fandoms i’ve delved into previously include twilight , red dead redemption , gta , from dusk till dawn , the punisher ( netflix ver )  , far cry 5 , days gone & cyberpunk 2077 .

☆ i generally prefer writing fem identifying characters , often struggling with muse when it comes to men . as far as ships go i have no preference and am open to any gender combination ! 

☆ i’d describe my writing as literate , enjoying longer replies ( 2-5 paragraphs ) & pretty prose . i will usually try to match with whoever my partner is , though .

☆ i don’t mind using gifs , and i also don’t mind writing without them .

☆ for banned plots & fcs , check under the read more .

if this post & me peaks your interest send off a like & i’ll hop into you ims !

banned fcs : kj apa , cole sprouse , sydney sweeney , alexa demie . anyone under the age of 21 , anyone deceased , anyone who’s asked not to be used , anyone who’s known to be problematic in any substantial way .

banned plots : rape , pedophilia , necrophilia , racism , ableism , sexism , transphobia , celeb plots ( aka where you write real people ) , kpop plots . 

#1x1 rp #discord rp #discord 1x1 #rp ad #rp search

[krystaline]

hello ! my name is krystal ( she/her, 23, pht ), and this is a new indie blog for a literate, multimuse, 1x1 rp. i've been roleplaying for years, only recently have i started getting back into it. i do write on this blog or on discord, whichever my rp partners prefer, and as for muses, i don't have preset ones atm and will be making them as we discuss plots <3 if interested, feel free to message or interact with this post, and i'd also appreciate if you read through my guidelines and wanted below :>

guide — roleplay partners must be 18+, please dni if you're a minor. i write literate paragraphs (250-500+ words), and third person, however not limited to it— truly depends on what my partner and i have discussed. as stated before, i can write either on this blog or discord, please do tell me which of these platforms you prefer! :> for plotting, i prefer if we discuss on discord bc tumblr ims suck. my replies will depend on how busy i am, i can reply right away or the next day, but if it'll take me longer than normal to respond ic, i'll message you. ooc wise, i'd love it if we are friendly— sharing inspos, headcanons, etc. would be lovely i would cry <3 i aim to make our rp experience fun and comfy, so please if there is anything that bothers or triggers you, tell me right away! as for me, my triggers include abuse, suicide, and rape.

plots — i am open to anything, truly! though, it'll be nice if you wld go through my reblogged plots hehe. typically, i go for plots that include angst, romance, established fluff, fandom, supernatural, collegeand slice of life. i write ocs, but prefer canons in fandom rps. fandoms i write for but not limited to (i've written for more fandoms before, but my muse is iffy) are harry potter (marauders, golden trio eras), gossip girl, euphoria, game of thrones, percy jackson, and stranger things. mxf, fxf, fxnb are ships i write, can assume either roles, but prefer the female. to be fair, we can discuss on taking up two pairs for equal chances <3 lastly, i am okay with writing 18+ smut topics.

wanted — faces i play: savannah lee smith, zion moreno, emily alyn lind, evan mock, song kang, choi woonshik, fah yongwaree, sadie sink, jennie kim, alex fitzalan, manny jacinto, avan jogia, dev patel, camila mendes, lorenzo zurzolo, madelyn cline, hunter schafer, davika hoorne, ashley moore, kang seulgi, alexa demie, simone ashley, felix mallard, lee sungkyung, nana komatsu, anya taylor joy, maude apatow, and more. favorite plots/tropes: enemies to lovers, friends to enemies to lovers :'>, best friends pining for each other, fwbs, friend group with so much drama mumu, academic rivals, historical plots, arranged marriages, opposites attract, witch coven, muses in one apartment bldg mumu, actually give me mumus with dynamics that connect with each other. will be adding more soon. ships: dan/blair, hermione/draco (sue me), pansy/draco, draco/anyone, slytherin poly, blaise/cho, cedric/cho, nico di angelo/anyone, sansa stark/anyone, rhaenyra/alicent, ginny/luna, neville/hannah, hannah/susan, neville/luna, pansy/any female canon, lavender/any female canon, james/lily, luke/annabeth, max/lucas, robin/nancy. will add more soon.

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[narcoticwriter]

What Your Favorite Genshin Impact Ship Says About You: The Narcotic Edition

Also known as: Speed-running my cancelation in 4K and High Definition with the tea, receipts, and screenshots in real-time.

If I missed any of them or you want me to do an extension of this list with your own ideas of ships and pairings, feel free to comment any of them (except the ones with children and siblings, you know the ones).

If you don't know the drill already: For legal reasons, this is a joke.

Note: If you happen to see any ships you don't like in this list for whatever reason, then that's not my problem because I don't really care.

Zhongli x Childe: You have either been around since the heyday of launch for the game or you got into it because you saw them literally everywhere you went. You also love chopsticks and may or may not ship Soukoku.

Xiao x Venti: Your copium of 'Venti saved Xiao' is running dangerously low and as such, you desperately consume the respective character's canon media and make it intertwine with the others as much as possible despite them having no correlation whatsoever.

Kaeya x Albedo: You either looked at their implied lore and said 'yup I ship it' or you took Kaeya's voice line about Albedo to the next level. You can also draw Kaeya with three strokes of a writing instrument.

Yanfei x Yelan: You believe that Yelan definitely has an 'agreement' with Yanfei to keep her off the books. You also think it's dubious for an advocate of the law to know someone who overtly skirts around it for a living.

Lisa x Jean: You think there's nothing better in this world than two hot, smart, and independent women who love each other unconditionally. You are also either a fluff fan or an angst enjoyer.

Xiao x Aether/Lumine: You believe that Xiao's canonical character development of seeing himself as a person as opposed to a weapon of war is 75% attributed to the traveler's direct involvement. You also love the hurt/comfort tag in the sum of its parts, unsavory and all.

Keqing x Ganyu: You love the 'burnt-out workaholic' and the 'live to work workaholic' dynamic more than any sane person would. You also love the idea of taking naps with your significant other after a long day.

Xingqiu x Chongyun: You love the childhood friends to lovers dynamic. You also love the trope of the trickster and their consistent victim that also happens to be their beloved and you never got over the KhunBaam dynamic.

Zhongli x Venti: You have come to the belief that Venti is the only one who can share the memory and as such, you naturally know in your heart of hearts that they are closer to each other than people think.

Kaeya x Diluc: "Alexa, play 'Daddy Issues' by Demi Lovato". You also either enjoy second chances along with a dramatic change in dynamics or you have a step-sibling kink.

Gorou x Sangonomiya Kokomi: You think Gorou is the goodest boi and you think that Kokomi thinks so too. You also get instant serotonin thinking about how cute the both of them are as individuals and then go catatonic upon thinking about them together.

Raiden Ei x Yae Miko: You were neutral on the deity and their devout worshipper dynamic, but the added flavor of being ghosted for a long time combined with shared trauma and an unholy amount of sass made you a staunch believer.

Diluc x Venti: You believe that the bard god has an attachment to his emotional support bloodlines, but that on occasion, that attachment becomes a lot more. You also believe that Venti needed another way to pay for his wine.

Arataki Itto x Gorou: Itto's voice line about Ms. Hina combined with your undying hope of a potential Ms. Hina hangout are the main reasons you dove headfirst with no questions asked. You may also be a monsterfucker, a furry, or incredibly horny.

Eula x Amber: You believe in the sunshine and the protector of sunshine dynamic and have also been on the receiving end of slander by either association or having an unpopular opinion. You are also a RWBY and/or Voltron refugee.

Yanfei x Kuki Shinobu: Not only do you have two sharp and intelligent characters, but they were also in college together in canon? You're genuinely surprised more people haven't jumped on this.

Kaedahara Kazuha x Tomo: You either love angst or you hate it with a blinding passion. You also like the idea of a couple of dudes traveling together, sharing experiences, and just vibing.

Kaeya x Rosaria: Two individuals with questionable backgrounds that just happen to be drinking buddies? You signed the fuck up as soon as it was hinted at in the game. You also think that they can ruin each other.

Albedo x Aether: You are either unbearably soft or such an angst enjoyer that the better fics don't have the hits they deserve because all of the weaker-of-willed readers were chased away by the soul-crushing angst. You may also want Albedo to 'experiment' on you as a self-insert.

Kujou Sara x Kuki Shinobu: You believe that Arataki Itto is an idiot, but you also want him to be used as a plot device to get them together. You also believe that Shinobu and Sara are actual friends and would like a friends-to-lovers scenario for them as well.

Diluc x Jean: You believe that Diluc deserves nothing but happiness and understanding and that Jean can give him both, though you bemoan the lack of genuine Jean-centric introspection in the fanbase as a whole. You are also a sucker for domesticity and the idea of having a large, happy family.

Childe x Lumine: The use of the term 'girlie' still has you by the throat to this day. You may also relish the idea of you beating the shit out of a pronounced battlesexual and renowned warrior with relative ease as a self-insert.

Sangonomiya Kokomi x Kujou Sara: The trope of the sharp and skilled strategist who really just wants to sleep and the tsundere second-in-command who doesn't know how to live on opposite sides of a conflict grabbed you by the throat and hasn't let go since.

Eula x Yanfei: You think that if one character saves another character's life that it's completely acceptable grounds to start shipping them together. You are also a believer in shared trauma.

Kamisato Ayato x Thoma: You took Ayato's line about loyalty and dogs to the next level. You also love yourself a malewife and master of the house dynamic.

Scaramouche x Mona: The one line of 'the stars are a lie' and the true realization of Mona's profession has never left you and will continue to haunt you for as long as you stick around in the fanbase.

Bennett x Razor: You are one of the most wholesome people in this fanbase. You also played that one quest with a religious fervor that concerned your loved ones exponentially with time.

Kamisato Ayaka x Yoimiya: The timeless trope of a sheltered and socially awkward person meeting a firecracker of passion with a zest for life and a lasered focus on the things they love kills you every damn time.

Arataki Itto x Kujou Sara: The dumbass rivals-to-friends-to-lovers trope has you in a tizzy. You have also gone to insane lengths to clear your name through the use of artifacts, weapons, and worldbuilding lore.

Yanfei x Hu Tao: The thought of Hu Tao getting sued by Yanfei's clients and all of the hijinks they would get into are absolutely hilarious to you. You are also a Phoenix Wright enjoyer.

Kamisato Ayaka x Thoma: You want someone to take care of Ayaka and you think that Thoma's the right one for that job. You also want Ayaka to have a suitable husband to continue the Kamisato bloodline.

Kaeya x Childe: You are into the characterization of the both of them being suave foxy individuals that flirt with each in hopes of respective infiltration, only to find that they themselves have been emotionally compromised. You also want Diluc to suffer.

Yun Jin x Xinyan: The thought of two creatives in their own specializations loving each other and cheering each other on despite opposition from either part of their lives is beautiful to you. You may also want the same for yourself.

Shikanoin Heizou x Kaedahara Kazuha: They share national origin and visions, so you put two and two together and shipped them. You also think that their discordant designs per according to other longer-standing vision users of the same element is reason enough.

Shenhe x Yelan: What's better than having a secluded hermit that eats herbs and has a natural inclination for murder and violence? The living personification of movies in 80's Hong Kong and the Persona 5 soundtrack. You also love the trope of a well-known flirt fumbling around a socially stunted person because none of their tactics work.

Albedo x Sucrose: Two nerds in respective fields loving each other in their own special way that may not make sense to outsiders has you by the heartstrings. You have also read 'Unfocused'.

Childe x Diluc: The enemies-to-lovers trope has stayed with you consistently throughout your experiences in media. You may also like hatefucking as a concept.

Eula x Rosaria: You want Eula to commit familicide and you want Rosaria to give her some pointers on how to do it. You also like hot, sexy women.

Shikanoin Heizou x Kuki Shinobu: You relish in the fact that the only positive voice line about Heizou is from Shinobu and is purely transactional in nature. You are also optimistic as to the potential that has to develop in the future.

Diluc x Thoma: Two Mondstadters who don't like alcohol are the only two reasons you need to ship them. You also like the idea of them being childhood best friends and how they traverse their relationship after more than a decade of being apart.

Beidou x Ningguang: You are Hoyoverse.

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