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rubra-wav · 2 months

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Hii! Can I get lil sceanarios/oneshots of Vox, Husk, and Lucifer (if you write for him) where they are ranting about something thats bothering them to their crush, so they kiss him to shut them up?

I just love the thought of them being completely caught off guard and all blushy 😚😚

Thanks!

Vox, Husk and Lucifer x crush!reader shutting them up with a kiss

Cw: SFW, gn!reader, fluff

Vox

- After another public spat with Alastor (albeit, a lot less explosive then last time) Vox sits next to you bitching his head off about it, occasionally glitching and sparking as he emphasises words.

- "I can't believe that old asshole has the audacity to come after my design choices. Mine. I mean, can you believe that! They look great- right (name)?" He doesn't wait for you to respond to his question, just cuts you off as you nod and open your mouth to speak going on with his rant.

- "Exactly! My shit is perfect. It's top of the line. I wish he'd just fuck off to whatever crevice he crawled out of!"

- You inwardly sigh watching him carry on. As much as you loved to just stare at him as he animatedly talked loudly both with his voice and also his hands, it was beginning to get somewhat annoying listening to him repeat the same things over and over again while occasionally seeking reassurance from you.

- You smile slightly, looking at his lips moving as he spoke.

- You'd seen him drink and eat stuff, but how exactly did they work? If you kissed him, would it just be screen? Would he be able to feel it?

- He continued to ramble on, not noticing you had peaced out mentally about 3 minutes ago.

- Not noticing you moving your face closer to him from the corner of his eye.

- "When I get my hands on him, I'm going to beat the shit out of him! Right (name), I'd totally win, wouldn't I-" he turns to you as he asks, and suddenly he's feeling warm lips pressed against his screen over where his mouth is displayed.

- A loud binging sound is heard as Vox momentarily errors at the sudden gesture.

- You pull your lips off of him, and look at him with raised brows. "Could you feel that? All I felt was warm glass." You asked as you watched his monitor glitch and then switch back to his usual face dumbly blinking, blue flush covering his cheeks.

- As Vox gained his bearings, he glared at you. "H-hey!" He cringed at his stutter before clearing his throat. "You can't just do that out of nowhere, Doll! The fuck?"

- Vox would be pissed off and flustered you'd tried to quiet him by kissing him out of nowhere. Who the hell do you think you are essentially telling him to shut up??

- The smaller voice being squashed was yelling about how it liked the feeling of your lips on him and wanted more, though.

Husk

- The Bartender rarely got to be the one to rant about his issues, so when you showed up as someone he trusted and loved, he took the chance to complain to his heart's content.

- "And that idiotic daddy issue having child has been forcing me to play along with her delusions. I can't just say fuck off as usual because Alastor is ordering me to partake in it for his own sick fucking enjoyment!" Husk growled before taking a long sip of his drink.

- "The sooner I can get out of that shithole, the better. I can't wait for Alastor to get bored of it, I am going crazy having to participate in 'trust exercises' and 'bonding activities'" Husk emphasised each example with mock sweetness, clearly disgusted by it.

- You snorted. "What, has she been making you make arts and crafts or something?" You joked, but then grew silent when he sourly nodded.

- "Yes. She made us do hand painting like some fucking kindergarten class. There's still yellow paint stuck in my fur from where Niffty rolled in it and jumped onto me!" He turned around to show you his back, and sure enough, yellow paint clung to his fur.

- Husk went on complaining about 3 in 1 and how it wouldn't do shit for it, and that's when an impulse took over you suddenly as you watched his fuzzy cheeks move.

- Husk abruptly stopped as you leaned forward to kiss his cheek, instead catching his mouth by accident as he unconsciously turned towards you.

- It only lasts a second as you realise your error, apologising profusely. "Sorry! I meant to get your cheek!"

- Husk stutters in surprise, unable to get out any words for a long while, before coughing and turning away, unable to meet your eyes.

- He brings a hand to touch his lips, flushing darkly under his fur at the memory of your lips on his, the scent of the sweet cocktail he'd made you on your breath as it happened had him feeling dizzy.

- Christ.

- He interrupts you from where you were apologising profusely, kissing you again.

- Liquid courage tells him not to let this opportunity pass, so he doesn't.

Lucifer

- He was very down on himself about a rather failed day out with his daughter.

- The impression that he was happy and okay had fallen to bits the second he discussed how he'd tried to take Charlie to Loo Loo World only for paparazzi to storm him and lead to a series of unfortunate events ending with Charlie covered in an overly sweet drink and popcorn and having to leave.

- "And then she looked so awkward and uncomfortable when she said goodbye! My daughter hates me!" He exclaimed, burying his face in his hands.

- You shook your head, patting his shoulder and trying to tell him that wasn't true.

- "I'm the world's worst father. I caused all of hell to exist, and for someone like you to get condemned to this horrible place, and after all these mistakes, I still can't do anything right." He looked up at you, dejected, tears in his eyes.

- Your heart hurts seeing it. You just want him to stop talking about himself in such a way.

- So you do the only thing you can properly think of on the spot.

- "I'm just a failur-hff!" he hums loudly in surprise as his face is gripped, and suddenly your lips are on his.

- As he comprehends what's happening, tears well up in his eyes alongside his now pounding heart as years of him not being touched like this weigh on him all at once. It felt wonderful to be held and kissed by someone - let alone you.

- You pull away after a short time, hands gently brushing across his now even more overly warm cheeks.

- "Don't say that about yourself. You aren't a failure, Luci." You softly say. "Tell Charlie you're sorry and arrange a more private activity with her. She's your daughter, she will forgive you." Lucifer slowly nods against your hands.

- He doesn't say anything, mouth slightly parted as he looks at you with wide, lovesick eyes as his mind races alongside his heart. You're so warm.

- His hands come to rest atop your's, keeping them against his cheeks as his eyes flutter shut, basking in your touch.

- "Please just let us stay like this for a little longer." He breathily whispers. His face crumples as you nod and invite him to come closer into your arms.

- The king of hell slumps against you, craving but still hesitant to further request your touch.

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#hazbin hotel #vox #vox headcanons #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel husk x reader #hazbin hotel husk headcanons #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer headcanons

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tenjikyu · 4 months

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𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 - 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ comedy, fluff and all things happy! reader and baji are twins and basically fight over chifuyu (who 100% has a fat crush on you)

❤︎ growing up, you and your twin brother keisuke shared almost everything.

❤︎ birthdays, bedrooms, toys and even friend groups! you and baji were inseparable and jumped at the chance to help eachother out when either of you needed it.

❤︎ so you’d never expect that the first thing they argued over would be a boy by the name of chifuyu matsuno.

❤︎ the day keisuke came home with the blonde in tow, you were out sick with a flu. you were peacefully chilling on the lounge, watching a movie when he barged in and asked his mother where the yakisoba was in the fridge.

❤︎ chifuyu had seen you around school already, despite it only being your first week there. you were popular almost instantly, girls and guys alike drawn to your eccentric aura and personality.

❤︎ chifuyu couldn’t deny the fact he wanted to get to know you better. he saw how you acted gently with the elderly and scolded any young kids tormenting others. he thought you were cool.

❤︎ so imagine his surprise when he saw you bundled up on the couch of his most respected.

❤︎ you FREAKED, to put it gently.

❤︎ you looked like total shit! you were nasally and in your stinky pjs that you had been sick in for the past 2 days! all the while in front of one of the most influential kids in the SCHOOL.

❤︎ chifuyu noticed your stiffened posture, and quickly offered you a gentle wave before going to follow keisuke.

❤︎ and from that day onward, blondie (your loving nickname for him) was a semi permanent addition to your household.

❤︎ he would come over almost everyday, greeting you and making conversation often. you would talk back, laugh and joke about baji together (well, it’s mostly you making fun of your brother, him throwing shit at you whilst chifuyu awkwardly giggles to himself).

❤︎ but, after almost 2 months of only really talking to him through your brother, you began to crave seeing him more often.

❤︎ why? you had no idea. all you knew is you started missing him more often, joking to keisuke about forcing him to stay the night in hopes he actually would.

❤︎ in the end though, he’d always return to his apartment a few floors down, insisting it’s no trouble making it back home.

❤︎ so, as any baji descendant would, you decided you’d take him by force.

❤︎ the weekend arrived, keisuke and chifuyu met up to go to the mall together, and once they made it you striked.

❤︎ you charged AND I MEAN CHARGED at chifuyu, scaring the SHIT outta the both of them, taking his hand and swiftly running away from your screaming brother. giggling loudly, you waved behind you in a mocking manner.

“H-HUH? (Y/N)?” chifuyu stammered out, holding onto your hand tightly and running with you despite not having a clue what was going on. you only laughed at him, making his cheeks flush ever so lightly

as the two of you continued, you could head the abrasive running behind the two of you.

“(Y/N) WHAT THE FUCK?? GIVE ME BACK MY VICE CAPTIN YOU SHITHEAD” you could hear baji screaming behind you two. in a fit, you yelled back:

“FUCK NO KEISUKE! MATSUNO IS MINE FOR THE DAY! LEARN TO SHARE ASSHOLE.” before laughing to yourself once more.

chifuyu flushed when you said he was yours for the day. he honestly didn’t expect you to be this intrested in hanging out with him. he honestly thought you only hung around him because your brother brought him everywhere.

alas, he keeps running with you, the both of you making quick turns before eventually taking refuge in a pet shop, watching keisuke run in the complete wrong direction.

❤︎ and so, as promised, you and chifuyu spent the entire day shopping around the massive mall. you went into store after store, trying on different outfits together before realising you’re both WAY to poor to afford the cute matching ¥11,000 shirts with a cool dragon design on it.

❤︎ you scoffed your faces with fast food in the massive food court, laughing and joking to eachother the entire time.

❤︎ you blabbed on about your childhood and growing up with your twin brother, talking about how much you really admired him and thought we was badass. chifuyu snickered before you promptly threatened him into not speaking a word of it all.

❤︎ of course, keisuke never gave up on finding you, so it was a massive game of cat and mouse around the mall before the both of you decided you’d had enough, heading back to the apartment complex.

❤︎ before you left, BECAUSE YOU AREN’T CRUEL, you let your brother catch up to the both of you, enduring his yelling the entire time home. he walked in front of the both of you, whining about the day you had ‘ruined’ for him and his partner, however you tuned him out completely.

❤︎ you only focused on how chifuyu hadn’t let your hand go the entire walk back to your units.

❤︎ making it back, the sun was finally falling. this time, you begged the boy into staying the night. of course, the blonde is a huge suck up to you and thus, the night ended with the three of you lying on keisuke’s bedroom floor, scoffing your faces and watching old VHS films.

❤︎ you fell asleep that night, leaning against his bed. you had keisuke on your left, his head on your shoulder as he snored loudly. chifuyu was on your right, his whole body against you with your arm wrapped around his schuldners, keeping him close to your chest.

❤︎ as you listened to the soft and noisy snores of your two most treasured people, you eventually succumbed to slumber of your own.

❤︎ maybe you can convince chifuyu to stay over once more, and maybe next time it could just be the two of you.

bonus:

❤︎ when the tree of you woke up, you found that keisuke had moved up to his bed at some point while you were OH MY GOD-

❤︎ face to face with the blonde (who wasn’t awake yet), you had him curled into your embrace with a blanket thrown over the top of you.

❤︎ yeah, waking up was pretty fuckin awkward.

#tokyo revengers #tr #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tr x reader #tr x male reader #chifuyu matsuno #chifuyu #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu x male reader

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jkasperj · 4 months

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Are you jealous?

Note: this was requested by @cheeseballsaregood hope you like it!🫶

Pairing: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x reader

Warnings⚠️: a lot of smut and bad language. I think that’s all:)

Summary: Maverick gets jealous and he reminds you that you are…his

As always, you woke up today at 5:00 AM and went for a run before joining everyone else on deck. Fortunately, you only had a few classes today and no practice. You really weren’t in the mood to stand Maverick’s annoying comments on your flying skills. It’s always been like that, since you got into top gun Maverick has had a weird name obsession with making fun of your age and everything that you do. Your brother Goose was 23 and Maverick was 22, so yeah, you were the youngest.

Dealing with Pete Mitchell was never easy, but you had gotten better.

When you made it to your seat, Goose and Maverick both took a seat by your side, placing you between them. “Hey, (y/c/s), we were planning on going to the bar tonight, you coming?” Goose asked you, but before you could answer, Maverick said “I don’t think kids are allowed at the bar”. You looked up to see him wearing that irritating shit-eating grin and you just left saying “I don’t think assholes are allowed either”.

Later that day, you found yourself on the beach with the boys for a volleyball game. Iceman and Slider had also joined and you could tell that Iceman was one good-looking man and you couldn’t help but look at him for a moment and Maverick noticed this. He didn’t like it one bit. You didn’t realize that you were staring at Iceman until a piece of clothing landed on your face hitting it softly. “Stop staring. It’s disgusting” you head Maverick say and you just laughed and said “you wish you looked like him” “I look better than him”.

During the whole game Iceman and Slider were checking you out, even flirting and Maverick didn’t like it at all, so he just threw the ball aggressively in the sand and stormed off. You noticed this and went behind him ignoring Goose’s calls to come back.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” You were trying to get to him, but he was walking too fast. “We were having a good time!” He suddenly turned around and said “a good time!? You were not even playing! You were just flirting!” You couldn’t believe that he was mad about that. “Don’t be ridiculous! Why would you even care!?” “They were undressing you with their eyes!” When he said that, you realized that might be jealous, but it was impossible. He never gave any sign of him liking you. “Are you jealous?” He completely ignored your question and told you “get in the bike”. You did what he told you and got into his motorbike and he did the same before starting it off.

You and Maverick made it to his apartment and as soon as you both got in, he pinned you on the wall kissing you hungrily while taking off every piece of clothing he could reach.

When you both made it to his room, he quickly threw you on the bed and took off his own clothes “Turn around.” he said, his eyes were burning with desire.

You obeyed and laid on your stomach, your ass in the air. He stepped towards you, his hand feeling the smooth of your ass, and his hand smacked against you - hard. You whimpered and clenched your thighs, already feeling that primal urge.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not going to be able to look at Kazansky anymore. You are mine” he smacked you again. “And you’re going to show me that you are mine” you moaned, eager to feel him in you.

You heard as he spat in his hand and let out a sigh as he slipped a finger into you. The soft sigh quickly turned a gasp as he shoved two more fingers into you, not bothering to escalate slowly and directly jumping to three fingers. You closed your thighs and he smacked you again.

“Fuck!” you groaned.

His thumb went to your clit and he began to pleasure you there too. You spread your legs, eager to feel him everywhere, and grabbed the sheets.

“I want to hear you moan my name.” he said as he planted kisses on your neck. “Now.”

You obeyed and opened your mouth. Your moans poured out like water shooting out of a dam. You moaned his name when his fingers slipped out of you, but yelled again as he slammed into you without warning.

His thrusts and hard from the get go, giving you no time to adjust. He grabbed your hair and yanked it back, pulling you against him. He attacked your neck, biting and sucking, and grabbed your breasts, squeezing and pinching.

You turned your head to kiss him but he pushed you down. He slammed into you, making you yell out in a mix of pain and pleasure, and smacked your ass with his hand. He pressed your head further into the mattress as his cock reached deeper into you. Tears were beginning to roll down your cheeks.

In one quick movement he slid out of you and spun you around. Your eyes fell on his face and you nearly came right there. His hair was messy and his were sharp. He tugged you down and slammed back into you. His hand slid up your stomach and chest and rested around your throat.

Your legs were spread wide open and you had a direct view of his cock sliding in and out of you. You moaned and John tightened his grip around your throat. He was close, you could tell by his movements.

His fingers went between you legs and he began rapidly playing with your clit. You moaned his name making him cum. He pressed into you, as deep as he could go, and dragged you into an orgasm with him. He rode you out, pushing his cum further into you, before collapsing on top of you in a sweaty mess, his cock still deep inside you.

Your thighs ached but you ached for more of him.

This type of smut was actually new for me, so I really hope it was not that bad😅

#maverick fluff #maverick x reader #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell imagine #pete mitchell x reader #pete mitchell fluff #pete 'maverick' mitchell x reader #top gun maverick fic #top gun 1986 #top gun #maverick smut #smut

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cookinguptales · 10 months

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Something I always think about a lot during disability/chronic illness/rare illness pride months is like... It is wild how often people will come up to me and want me to listen to some guilty secret they have re: disability and expect me to tell them it's okay.

Like... once I was waiting for my dad to bring the car up at the airport, and this guy approaches me and starts telling me why he'd never want to date a disabled woman. (I'm gay and completely uninterested in men, which made this whole interaction even more awkward.) And after talking about all the reasons why people like me would not make a good partner he turns those sad eyes on me like, "But that doesn't make me a bad person, does it? I'm not doing anything wrong. Like, you get it, don't you?"

You get it, don't you?

I hear that one a lot.

Like when the grad student teaching one of my classes at my university was chatting to me after class and told me that once she and her friends went to Disney World and pretended to be disabled to get onto the rides faster. I recognized the nervous laughter, the entreating look. The you get it, don't you?

I understand what these people are asking me for. They want absolution. They want this disabled person, maybe the first real disabled person they've ever talked to, to listen to their guilty secret and tell them they're okay. They're not a bad person. I don't mind. I don't judge them. I get it.

But frankly... I don't get it. These people often tell me that they've done things that make disabled people's lives actively worse. Disney has changed their policies re: disability because so many able-bodied people were abusing them. Companies and organizations walk back accommodation policies all the time because they're being abused. That grad student who pretended to be disabled actively made disabled people's lives harder.

And I don't really give a shit if one asshole dude doesn't want to date disabled women (probably better for those women, tbh) but I know how bad it feels to be ghosted on a dating app when you talk about accessibility, even when your profile is explicit about your disability. I know that I felt like I was not worth loving in spite of my disability for years because I knew that people like that guy would only see all the ways I'd slow them down.

Guys like that actively make us hate ourselves.

But like... it's wild how these people don't see how the only thing crueler than harboring these feelings and doing these things is making some random disabled person listen to their stories. My day was going great before some guy practically gave me a powerpoint about why I should never expect to have a relationship. I really enjoyed that class before I found out that my teacher had participated in the exact kind of ableist theft of accommodations that was currently making it difficult for me to get accommodations at that school.

They took this weight they were holding on their shoulders and then forced it onto mine -- and then expected me to comfort them. To tell them it was okay. To throw my fellow disabled folks under the bus.

And -- both of these times in particular, I was in situations where I was not really free to speak my mind. Alone with a big guy in a parking garage? Alone with the woman who would ultimately decide my grade for the class? The power differential there was huge. And whether they were consciously doing it or not, they were leveraging that power differential to try and force me to give them absolution.

I made noncommittal noises. Really, what else was I supposed to do? And even then, I could see the spark of disappointment and anger in their eyes. I was supposed to tell them it was okay that they'd hurt me and people like me. I was supposed to tell them they were still good.

But I didn't want to offer them absolution, and I was angry that they'd asked for it in the first place. I can't offer you forgiveness for something you know is wrong -- and that you've done nothing to fix. Moreover, I won't. You should feel bad that you hurt us. You should feel guilty. It's a shitty thing to do.

If you want to feel better about yourself, stop doing shitty things!

And I knew these people were still doing shitty things because dumping all this on me when I was just minding my own business was in and of itself a shitty thing. Trying to transfer their burden to me. Reminding me about the discrimination I have to face every day just so they could feel better. Expecting me to do emotional labor on command for strangers because it doesn't matter if I hurt so long as they feel good.

That's shitty! Don't do it! I already have to use physical crutches, don't try to turn me into an emotional one!

#I'm sure this happens a lot with other marginalized groups too #though I'll admit it rarely happens to me with queer issues #even though I often choose to mark myself as visibly queer #I can't actually make that choice re: disability #I really need my assistive devices #but damn they see the woman sitting there in a wheelchair and it's like they see a sitting duck #they know it'll be harder for me to get away from them sometimes I think #and they'll just start unloading #fuckin hate that #ableism #disability

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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How are we feeling about a friends with benefits relationship with Colin Shea and reader likes the arrangement, - until she realizes it isn’t exclusive and she finds out he has several? T.T

Further elaboration: Reader has developed feelings for him in the duration of their arrangement because Colin had expressed she was special to him. How will he take it when reader calls him out for sleeping with others without telling her? How will he respond when she confesses her feelings? Wether it ends with angst or a happy ending is up to you. ✨>>

hopefully, this is what you wanted haha, I was in need of angst but I've basically read everything angsty.

summary - the reader finds out she isn't so special to colin as she thought.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

My head rests on Colin’s chest, trying to catch my breath from the previous strenuous activities. My fingers trace his abs, outlining them and softly stroking my nails up and down his hairy body. The peace is interrupted by his phone pinging, causing him to reach over and grab the device. A smirk begins to form on his beautiful face.

I watch him as he answers whoever is on the other end before he slowly unwinds himself from me and begins to put his clothes back on, “Hey, can you go? I have someone coming over, and it’s kind of important.” His back is turned so he doesn’t see my face fall. I look at the time and notice it’s one in the morning, ‘who would come over at this time?’

“Oh, okay, uh, sure.” I blink a few times, not wanting to cry over something so stupid, sliding out of bed and slowly pulling my clothes back on. Colin comes around and grabs my face, and for a split second, hope fills me, thinking this is it. He’s going to tell me to stay and that he loves me.

“You know you’re special to me, right?” My heart flutters, beginning to smile as I nod, staring at his pretty blue eyes until the sound of his phone buzzing cuts through the air, filling the silence. Colin’s hands drop from my face, practically running to his phone as it continues to buzz. “Okay, well. I’ll see you.” He waves, eyes not leaving his phone, causing me to let out a shaky breath. The flash of a female's name catches my eye before I go.

I make my way to his door, not hearing Colin rush out of his room. My hand wraps around the handle as I open the door and bump into someone. I shake my head a bit, and my gaze travels up their body and land on a gorgeous woman. Our eyes lock, brows furrowed as we study each other.

“Oh, shit” We both turn and look toward Colin, who stands there wide-eyed and completely pale. My eyes move back and forth between the two, the pieces connecting like the simplest puzzle, and a gasp leaves my lips. I turn around entirely and stare at Colin. The woman behind me leaves, shaking her head and muttering something about men.

“Who was that?” My voice causes Colin to cringe, watching my eyes fill with tears at what I just witnessed. “Colin?”

“Fuck! She’s a friend, okay!” He shakes his head, not willing to look at my face as he says this.

“Friend?! What kind of friend comes over–” My eyes widen, and more of the puzzle connects. “You fucking asshole! I thought I was fucking special to you!? How many more ‘friends’ do you have?!” His blue eyes connect with mine this time, watching as rage fills my body.

“You are special to me! But we aren’t together, and I have needs! What, did you want me to sit around and only fuck one girl?! What does it matter how many I have, huh?! So what if I have several? YOU AREN’T ENOUGH FOR ME.” Colin sucks in a breath when the last words slip out of his mouth, watching me slowly break apart.

I shake my head, and a painful chuckle leaves my lips. “I can’t believe I fell for you and your stupid fucking act, special my ass.” I turn, ignoring his confused calls as I head out of the door and into the lobby. I turn one last time and look at him. My eyes still hold pain, but my face looks emotionless, “Goodbye, Colin, great knowing you.” And that’s when I take my leave.

thank you for reading!

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once-upon-an-imagine · 2 years

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Another One Bites The Dust - Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington

A/N: sorry it was a day later, but I was able to complete this and I’m quite happy of how it turned out! also, I need more Argyle in my stories xD he’s just such a wholesome character! :D hope you loves like this!

Request - hobisfavoritespritecan asked: Hello!! I saw your Steddie X Reader post and I was thrilled to see that we couldn't possibly choose between the two so we settled for both 😈 Anyways, I was wondering if maybe you could write something along the lines of the reader and her boys at a party? And then some guy tries to flirt with her and he's really pushy so he says "What are you going to do about it, call your boyfriend?" And then the reader is like "Actually I have two." AND THEN THEY BEAT HIS ASS?!Thank you I hope you're having a lovely day 💛🦐

Warning: polyamorous!relationship (SteddiexReader); Andy being an asshole and harassing the reader; there’s a party so there’s drinking involved and Eddie’s a little high; Steve beating the shit out of Andy (and winning a fight!)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :) gifs aren’t mine :D

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Another One Bites The Dust

But I'm ready, yes I'm ready for you I'm standing on my own two feet Out of the doorway the bullets rip Repeating to the sound of the beat Another one bites the dust

"Hey, there's my favorite Hawkins girl, man!" you heard a familiar voice behind you and you turned around with a big smile on your face.

"There's my favorite California man, man!" you ran, throwing your arms around Argyle and he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you a little. He honestly gave the best hugs. Not that you would ever admit that to any of your boyfriends. "I didn't know you were coming!"

"Of course, I was coming, man. It's Jonathan's birthday!" he smiled. "Shit, man. Wheeler really outdid herself" he said, looking around.

"Right?" you laughed, looking at all the people around. "Steve and Eddie are gonna freak when they see you" you told him.

"Where are they, man? I was looking for them, thought they'd be with you" he said.

"They're outside. I think Eddie's handling business" you smirked. "And Steve always gets dragged into some drinking game or actual game so... I set them free for the night" you winked at him.

"That's my man!" he said, high-fiving you. "I'm gonna go say hey, but I'll come back and talk to you, okay?"

"Okay" you smiled. "Hey, if you see one of the kids with a beer, tell them I'm watching them!" you said and he just nodded back to you. "Hey, Robin-"

"I did a stupid thing!" she said, running towards you.

"What did you do?"

"I told Nancy we would sing in the karaoke thing-"

"You did what?" you widened your eyes at her. "I don't want to sing!"

"I don't want to either but she was really insisting, you know how she gets and she was looking at me with those huge eyes that she makes a-and Vickie was nearby and she thought it would be cool if we sang so-"

"Oh, so we're singing to impress Vickie, are we?" you smirked.

"Please, as my designated best friend-"

"I thought Steve was your best friend-"

"Well, you're his girlfriend so, that makes you my best friend too, so please?" she begged.

"Fine, but if we're doing this, I need to be a lot more wasted than I am right now" you chuckled and she laughed, pulling you over to the table full of drinks.

"Well, shit, this must be my lucky night" you heard a very unpleasant, and unfortunately familiar voice when you arrived. You looked up to find Andy standing there with some of his friends.

"I would assume so since I honestly doubt Nancy invited you" you glared at him with Robin.

"Oh, don't be like that, babe. Wheeler said it was an open house" he smirked.

"Don't call me babe" you glared at him.

"Come on, relax, babe. It's a party" he said, getting closer to you but you walked backwards, pulling Robin with you. "Here" he said, offering you the drink in his hand.

"I would honestly rather die of dehydration than drink anything you give me" you glared at him.

"Why must you always be so hostile with me, babe? I'm just trying to be nice" he said, taking a sip of the drink. "See you around" he said, winking at you and walking away.

"Fuck, I hate him" you muttered as you started making your drink and Robin's.

"He's a fucking asshole" Robin added. "Have you... told Steve about him? Or Eddie?"

"Not really" you said, handing her one of the drinks. "I mean, Andy is all talk, and I don't want them getting into any fights for me" you told her. "Eddie's graduating this year, so I have to make sure he avoids things like fighting" you explained. "And Steve..."

"Can't fight for shit" Robin chuckled, finishing for you.

"Yeah, thanks for not making me say it" you laughed.

"But, I mean, he knows about you and Steve and Eddie, right?"

"Yeah, I have told him a million times, but it just... doesn't stick" you said, frustrated. "I always tell him that I'm in a relationship but I honestly think he doesn't care. And he keeps on thinking it's only one" you told her. "But look, I can handle Andy, like I said, he's all talk" you said, rolling your eyes. "Now, to the matter at hand" you said, raising your glass. "If you want me singing with you... let's get wasted!"

"Cheers" Robin smiled, clinking her glass with you.

Several drinks later, you were feeling a little relaxed and thinking you could sing with Robin, who couldn't really stop laughing at the moment.

"Hey, do you think Argyle will sing with us?" she asked between laughs.

"Oh my God! We should totally get Argyle to sing with us!" you said as if it was the best idea you had ever heard in your life. "I'm gonna go look for him!"

"Alright, but hurry up because Nancy said we're up next" Robin shouted your way as you ran outside.

You stumbled through the Wheeler's living room to make your way outside and realized you might be a bit drunker than you initially intended to be. But it was fine, Eddie and Steve were here. And Nancy said you could spend the night if you needed to. You missed a step in the living room and felt a hand grabbing your arm, rather roughly.

"Watch your step, babe" Andy smirked, gripping your arm, tightly.

"Don't fucking touch me!" you said, getting out of his grip.

"That's the thank you that I get for helping?"

"Stay away from me, Andy" you glared at him. "I mean it" you said, walking away from him as quickly as you could and making your way outside. You were still looking back to make sure Andy wouldn't follow you. He only smirked and winked at you until you bumped into someone.

"Hey, princess" you felt relieved when you heard that voice and you turned around to see Eddie smiling at you. "You okay?" he asked, looking at the frown on your face.

"Eds" you smiled, throwing your arms around you. "Hi" you said, giving him a peck on the lips.

"Are you drunk?" he smirked.

"Are you high?" you asked, with the same smirk.

"Fair question" he said, giving you another kiss. "Don't tell Steve" the two of you said at the same time and laughed.

"What's up, man?" you heard Argyle's voice next to you.

"Argyle! Just the man I was looking for!" you said, pulling away from Eddie.

"Excuse me?" Eddie asked, sounding hurt. "What's that supposed to mean?" he pouted.

"It means, Robin is forcing me to sing karaoke with her, which is why I'm drunk, and we are recruiting Argyle to sing with us" you smiled at him. "Because I know you wouldn't want to sing our songs" you told him. "And Steve wouldn't want to either" you finished.

"I love how smart you are, princess" he said, pulling you closer and kissing your head.

"So, what do you say?"

"Alright, man! Right on!" Argyle said, excitedly as the three of you walked back into the living room.

"Guys! We're up!" Robin said, waving you two over.

"Good luck, princess" Eddie said, kissing your cheek. "Hey, Steve! You gotta see this!"

You would probably never admit it, but you were having more fun than you thought you would singing and dancing around with Robin and Argyle. Maybe it was the alcohol. Of course, it was the alcohol. And the fact that Steve and Eddie kept smiling adorably at you as you danced and laughed. You three were probably the most uncoordinated trio to ever exist, but you definitely made up by the energy and the passion you were bringing to the song.

A gathering of angels Appeared above my head They sang to me this song of hope And this is what they said, they said Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me, lads Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me

"That was more fun than I thought it would be" Robin laughed as you three finished the song and the people around you cheered, including your lovely boyfriends.

"That was fucking awesome, my dudes!" Argyle said, hugging you two at his sides.

"It really was" you laughed. "But I'm parched, I'm gonna go get some water" you told them. "You guys want anything?"

"Nah, I'm cool. I’m gonna go get some pizza! Later, ladies" Argyle said, before walking over to Jonathan and Nancy.

"I'm actually gonna go talk to Vickie" Robin said, excitedly as Vickie smiled at her from the other side of the living room.

"Go Robs, what are you still doing here?" you said, pushing her away and smiling when she reached Vickie. You then started to make your way to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

"Well that was quite a fucking show, babe" you heard that fucking voice behind you. You slowly turned around and, of course, stupid Andy was standing there with his stupid smirk. "You looked really sexy-"

"What the fuck do you want, Andy?" you asked, rolling your eyes. It was really getting tiresome. He was never really this insistent. Usually, it would be like a stupid comment a day while he passed you in the hall at school.

"Ouch, why do you always have to be so mean to me?" he asked, pretending to be hurt. "I'm trying to pay you a compliment here-"

"Well, I don't really want it" you said, trying to walk past him but he blocked your way.

"Come on, babe" he said, trying to reach out to your face but you slapped his hand away.

"I told you to not fucking touch me!" you said, walking backwards.

"Come on, babe. How long are you still going to pretend you don't want me?" he smirked.

"I'm not pretending!" you complained. "I'm going to tell you this one last time so you get it through your thick skull. I am not interested. Now, leave me the fuck alone, or I swear, you're gonna regret it" you said, trying to walk past him again, but he pulled you back by your wrist, harshly. "What the fuck-?"

"Look, I've been trying to be nice here, babe, but I'm really starting to lose my patience" he said as you tried to remove your wrist from his tight grip, but you failed.

"Let go of me" you said between clenched teeth. "NOW!"

"What are you going to do about it, call your boyfriend?" he laughed, saying the last word in a mocking tone. "You know, you keep saying that but I haven't even seen anyone with you tonight, are you just making it up? Do you really have a boyfriend?"

"Well, actually..." you smirked, feeling relieved when you saw two very familiar figures standing behind Andy. "I have two."

"Two?" Andy laughed, still not letting go of your wrist. You saw Steve and Eddie share a look between them and you knew what they were planning. "Come on, babe. Either that's the most pathetic excuse you've tried on me, or you are the biggest slut in our school-"

"What the fuck did you just say?" Eddie asked, stepping closer to him with Steve.

Andy's smirk instantly dropped as he turned around to face your boyfriends.

"Munson, Harrington" he said, glaring at them. "Why don't you walk away, this doesn't really concern you" he insisted. How stupid can this guy really be?

"It does when you still have your fucking hands on our girlfriend and she's told you to let go" Steve said in a quiet, furious tone.

"Your what-?" he asked, looking back at you. "Oh shit! This is fucking priceless! The freak Munson and Has Been Harrington are your boyfriends?" he laughed.

"Mhm" you smiled proudly. "And they told you to let go of me" you repeated, pulling away from him and succeeding this time and quickly making your way to your boyfriends, who placed you behind them.

"This asshole bothering you, princess?" Eddie asked you.

"Yes" you pouted, dramatically. "He's been bothering me for weeks, but he doesn't seem to take no for an answer" you told them.

You were getting sick of Andy. And, as much as he had bothered you before, he had never touched you until today. So that made you feel absolutely uncomfortable. If he wasn't going to listen to you, you were sure he would listen to Steve and Eddie.

"Is that so?" Steve said, glaring at Andy.

"That's not true-!" he glared at you, trying to walk in your direction, but Steve and Eddie blocked his way from you.

"So you're calling her a liar?" Steve asked, pushing him back.

"Our girl doesn't lie, man" Eddie said, glaring at him. Andy chuckled, trying to seem unfazed by the whole thing but you could tell he was feeling a little intimidated.

"I'm telling you, freak. She was enjoying it" he said, making Steve and Eddie clench their fist. You could actually feel them trembling in anger. "Not my fault she's not satisfied even having two of you the sl-"

Eddie threw his arm back and punched Andy hard in the face, making him stumble backwards. As soon as he was going to come back and attack Eddie, Steve got in the middle, throwing several punches himself, making Andy fall to the floor. He then launched himself onto Andy and kept on punching him.

"Talk shit about my girlfriend and boyfriend again! I fucking dare you!" you heard him say between punches. The truth was, you had never seen Steve like this, and neither you nor Eddie seemed to be able to move to stop him.

"Holy shit" you two muttered at the same time. "Are you as turned on as I am, princess?" Eddie whispered to you.

"Yes" was the only thing you could reply.

"STEVE!" you turned around to see Nancy at the entrance of the kitchen with Jonathan, Argyle, Robin, and pretty much everyone else in the entire party. "Eddie, do something!" she yelled, walking next to the two of you.

"Are you shitting me, Wheeler? My guy's actually winning!" Eddie chuckled.

"Guys! This isn't funny!" she told you, looking worried that Steve might get hurt, but it seemed like he was doing fine for himself.

"Yeah, alright, break it up, love" you told Eddie, who pouted a little at you. "Eddie, he's bleeding!" you said, referring to Andy. Although he was kind of bleeding since Eddie punched him on the nose with all of his rings.

"Fine" he sighed, rolling his eyes, and walked over to Steve. "Alright, that's enough, big boy, come on" he said, pulling him off Andy.

"No!" Steve said, landing on a final kick on Andy's stomach. "He doesn't get to fucking talk about you two like that-"

"I know, love. But you're done" Eddie smiled sweetly, giving Steve a peck on the lips and pulling him away. Meanwhile, you saw some of Andy's friends taking him away as Nancy yelled at them that they weren't even supposed to be there so they needed to get out of her house so Jonathan and Argyle made sure to kick them out. "You did good, King Steve" Eddie smirked, pulling him to the fridge where you waited for them with an icepack.

"Hi, handsome" you said, placing the icepack on his bruised hands and kissing his cheek.

"Dude!" Dustin said, excitedly as he stood there with Mike, Will, and Lucas. "You did it!" he smiled and Steve smirked back at him. "You won a fight!"

"That was fucking insane!" Lucas said, just as excited.

"Alright, people" Robin said. "Nothing to see here. Show's over!" she said, ushering everyone out of the kitchen leaving you three alone.

"C'mere, love" you said, hopping on the counter and pulling Steve closer, kissing his forehead. You then placed the icepack on his left cheek where a bruise was forming from the few punches Andy managed to give back. "You okay?"

"I am" he smiled, pulling Eddie closer. "Sorry, I just lost it-"

"Don't apologize, Harrington! That was fucking hot" Eddie said, kissing his cheek and Steve smiled a bit proudly.

"Why hadn't you told us about Andy?" he asked, looking at you and you sighed, putting the icepack down.

"Because it was nothing-"

"Princess, this isn't nothing" Eddie said, gently grabbing your hand where you could see a bruise forming on your wrist.

"He had never done that before" you insisted. "He only said stupid things-"

"Still" Steve said, holding your other hand. "You should have told us" he frowned.

"I know. I'm sorry" you sighed. "I just... didn't want Eddie to fight him because you have to graduate this year" you said, making him laugh a little. "And... well-"

"I can't fight for shit" Steve rolled his eyes.

"Well, you couldn't! How was I supposed to know you got better at it? When did that happen?"

"You know, you two could give me a little credit. I just won a fucking fight for you" he pouted and Eddie hugged him closer, kissing him.

"Hey! What about me?" you asked, looking at them with puppy eyes and you gave each one a kiss. "Thanks" you smiled, happily. "Sorry I didn't tell you about Andy before, I really didn't want you guys to worry. And he honestly had never done something like this before. He only said stupid things while walking down the hall" you told them. "And I did tell him many times that I had two boyfriends, I swear-"

"We know, love" Eddie said, softly. "We trust you. It's not your fault he's an enormous asshole who wouldn't take no for an answer" he assured you.

"Still" Steve said, stroking your thigh with his firm hand. "Maybe we need to go home and remind you that you are taken" he said, with a look you knew too well.

"No" you simply said, making him frown. "We're going to go home and Eddie and I are going to thank you for being our brave knight in shining armor" you smirked back at him.

"I'm down with any of those plans" Eddie smiled, happily, giving each of you a kiss.

"Let's get out of here then" Steve said, helping you down the counter. They started walking out of the kitchen but you stood in your place, pulling them back. "What?"

"I love you" you told them, giving each a kiss on the cheek.

"Me too" Eddie said, wrapping his arm around you.

"Me three" Steve said, kissing your temple and hugging you both closer.

The End

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Song: Come Sail Away - Styx

A/N hope you liked it :D let me know what you think! :)

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vacation diaries - entry three

eddie keeps a journal while at the inn with you in northern indiana. a blurb series starting from the first morning after ’before there was a before’. entries: one, two

warning: minors dni, 18+, adult themes, references to smut, references to ejaculation/hand stuff. mulling about issues in relationships. some angst. some fluff.

what a day we had yesterday, considering i had no idea what to do. i haven't been up here since i was a kid, and we only went once or twice cause some girlfriend wayne had liked coming up here in the summer. there's like, three feet of snow everywhere you turn now. can't really take her to the dunes or anything, or the beach. it's freezing. but, in true munson fashion, i figured it out because i had to.

there's this mansion out here that's definitely more fun during halloween but they still had their christmas stuff up and running, so i took her to this little tour of it. can't believe i love someone so much that i can overlook her preferring christmas over halloween. she was so excited. she kept looking over at me and smiling and i felt like i was in grade school. like i'm on some fucking field trip with my crush.

i never forget how cute she is, but there was something about her today. when it got dark she asked if we could maybe go look at some christmas lights since steve didn't couldn't take her this year. that had always been their thing, he'd make them both hot chocolate in little thermoses and take her out in the nice part of town where they do it really big. it's probably the only thing he's better at making than me. i absolutely am mad about it but i never want him to tell me because i love the little wink he gives me whenever i ask how he does it.

i miss that fucking asshole.

anyway.

we went on a little drive and looked at lights but subbed the hot chocolate for drive thru coffee. lucky us because we found a drive-in and she begged me to stop even though she didn't have to. i'd literally drive into a ditch if she asked me. they only had 'it's a wonderful life' playing and it was half way through when we got there but since the place was mostly empty they let us stay. got her some snacks and we got settled in the back with the doors open. i haven't kissed on a girl like that since i was seventeen. almost completely ruined my jeans.

we stopped back at that diner from yesterday for dinner and i swear to ozzy it was better than where we went last night. no one does a cheeseburger like a shitty midwest diner. it hurt but i did give her the pickle it came with. i ate half of her fries to make it even.

she got a chocolate milkshake. sometimes she's so cute that it makes me mad. (i was sort of mad that she didn't share it with me). i think she's afraid to act like a kid around steve. i don't mean the whole daddy thing, but i think she's afraid to indulge in stuff that seems immature because she doesn't want him to look down on her. like she's nervous that if she's not doing what she thinks he wants that he'll be mad, but i think he'd prefer to see her like this. maybe he's just so caught up in throwing out his own childhood that she thinks she has to do it too. i don't think i've ever seen him order something fun off a menu just because. he barely even eats pancakes.

we stayed outside for a while, laying in the back of the van with the doors open just to look at the stars out here. it was cold as fuck but she put her hand in my coat pocket just to hold mine. i think our hands will end up fused together like some cronenberg monstronsity by the time we get back to hawkins (very metal). she knows all the constellations and where all the planets are. i didn't know that about her. can you believe that? she's been around since '89 and i didn't know she knew all this shit about the stars. i feel like i'm meeting her for the first time every day that we're up here.

we made out again last night before we went to bed, did some hand stuff. i've never cum so fast in my fucking life and she said she was sorry. i asked if she ever even knew what she was saying sorry for anymore. and she just said 'i'm always sorry, just in case'. i know she hates being hot in bed, but i couldn't let go of her last night. i don't want her to be sorry anymore. i just want her to be okay.

-ed

#the steddieverse #vacation diaries

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queenvidal · 1 year

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Could you write a small neganxreader fic where he gets jealous/possessive and ends up railing the reader?

Of course! I am still learning how to write smut, so I'm using this request to test the waters a bit ^^ Also, I am so sorry it to so long to finish your request. Life's a bitch sometimes. Still, I really hope you like it!

Negan x Reader (Rick's Daughter)

Masterlist / Negan x Ricks Daughter List

Nothing To Share (NSFW) - (Jealous/Possesive Negan)

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” Y/N curses. Her head falls back, hitting the wall behind her. She doesn't seem to mind, though. Too drunk on the pleasure.

Her hands tightly claw on Negan's arms and shoulders while his fingers pump in and out of her in a merciless pace. When he adjusts his wrist to get even deeper, she can't suppress a loud moan.

With a shit-eating grin on his face, Negan whispers into her ear, "Shh, or do you wanna people to find us?"

They're not in their usual hiding spot. His sweet thing couldn't make it to the RV due to some last minute changes with their guardshifts. Negan was frustrated, but had to deal with it. What he was not dealing with, was the asshole she shared her shift with.

That fucking asshole stood way too close to her for Negan's liking and he couldn't look away from the scene. The both of them talked and whatever he said must have been so hilarious, it made her hunch over and grab his arm for balance, while she laughed.

Negan saw red.

Without a second thought he scared the other man away and dragged her out of view, between two of the houses. She complained of course but Negan learned how to shut her up.

"Shit, Negan!" She mewls, biting her lower lip, her eyebrows frowning in pleasure. Fuck, she looks so hot, when she's coming undone for him. Negan can't tear his eyes off of her. The most beautiful sight in this fucked up world.

He leans down to kiss her. Her lips are hot to the touch, driving him insane. Her tongue entwines with his, while he keeps fucking her with his fingers. She moans into their kiss, making his pants feel even tighter. Suddenly she breaks the kiss. "Fuck, Negan." Between rapide breaths, she pants. "I'm so close."

Negan has a smug smile on his face. That asshole made her laugh? Fine. He can make her scream.

He leans down again and begins to kiss her neck and collarbone. "Let go, sweet thing." He increases the speed of his fingers slightly, pushing them against her sweet spot with every deep and hard thrust. "Come for me."

And she does. She thightens around his fingers and when her eyes roll back in her head, she quickly covers her own mouth, muffling her cries of ecstasy. While coming on his still pumping fingers, Negan's kisses on her collarbone turn into biting and sucking. She grabs a handful of his hair but doesn't pull him away.

After one final moan, her grip on his hair and shoulder start to get lose. When she eventually stops spasming around his fingers, Negan removes them to place his hands on her waist, balancing her on her shaky legs. She is leaning her head against his shoulder, still gasping for breath. Negan's chest warms with pride. His sweet thing is completely blissed out.

Between her rapid breaths, she whispers. "You're 'n asshole."

"Why's that, sweet thing?" Negan has to chuckle. "Because I made you see stars?"

Slowly she lifts her head. Her eyes are glaring at him. He can't help but grin at her, she is so cute, when she is angry. "That's gonna leave a mark."

Negan looks down at her. A bruise is already forming on her soft and delicate skin, right around the imprint of his teeth. "Sure fucking hope it does. Doesn't hurt to mark what's mine."

She hits him on his chest before leaning her head down on his shoulder again. "Asshole."

Masterlist / Negan x Ricks Daughter List

#twd #negan / reader #negan smith #the walking dead #negan x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #jeffrey dean morgan #jdm #rick grimes #twd rick #twd fanfiction #negan

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hyperactivewhore · 1 year

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I feel people talk a lot about Klamille, Klaroline and Klayley and completely ignore the influence Aurora had over Klaus.

Now, I don't really like any of the main ships of Klaus: Candice herself confirmed in a live no long ago that the producers started writing the whole Klaroline ship because the reaction of the fans to their first scene (which they didn't intend to turn romantic) was massive and positive, so their whole relationship was fan service from beginning to end. I like Klamille, but the fact that she was her therapist and they fell in love always creeped me out. And Klayley, well, they weren't even a couple but I feel that the potential was there.

But Klaurora? They fell in love in a time where neither of them were pure evil, and Klaus had been literally turned into a vampire two years before. And she wasn't "crazy", as people try to make her look: she was just bipolar, in a time where help was nowhere to be found. And Tristan just made that worse through their lives as vampires.

Now, this is my personal opinion, one I made by watching the show, you don't have to agree with it at all. Personally, I don't think Klaus and Caroline were in love with each other (not Caroline, unless she was playing hard to get in which case go girl ig), at least not in the Mystic Falls era. In New Orleans, however, they had both grown, and they seemed more comfortable in the other's presence (I still don't think they would have lasted as a couple, as I say in this post) so if they wanted to persue a romance then, go ahead.

But back to the point, Klaus was literally being an asshole in love talking about the smell of Aurora's hair and writing love letters to her: he was down bad for the woman, and it's canon that her breaking his heart is what made him the ruthless and abusive bitch we all know in canon ("you knew that your secret betrayal was the cause of everything i became" 3x05, said by Klaus to Elijah in a rather hypocrite fight).

And it's not like he got over her as his life continued: he painted her, eight hundred years after their breakup, and judging by the fact he said it became the tomb of his memories of her, he probably painted her a thousand of times before. When he showered her that painting, a millennium later, he confessed that thinking he could forget her is one of his biggest mistakes, meaning that while he was flirting with Cami and Care he still hadn't gotten over his first love. And with the way he was looking at her, I doubt it was a lie.

And they literally started being together again not even a day after she showed up in New Orleans. He didn't give a damn about Camille, or Caroline. His "however long it takes" or his "I would have found you" were completely forgotten in his mind, his own sister was kidnapped by her and he couldn't care less because he was busy showing her New Orleans, something Lucien pointed out.

Elijah noticed as well, because the whole "Do you love her" wasn't directed towards Camille, and with the way Klaus answered his question it was clear. And Klaus also asked him to never say Aurora's name in his presence (I like to think that being the little shit he is Kol always said her name whenever he was around and that's why he got daggered so much, but that's a personal headcanon of mine).

Klaus only lashed out at her when he found out Rebekah was at the bottom of the ocean (Emma who lmao), not safe as Aurora had promised him after fucking. And he did say he intented to keep his love promises to her, made in the modern world, hence bye bye his two blonde lovers (also, the fact that they resemble Rebekah so much, his favorite sibling who he's always been obssesed with, it’s so fucking weird).

He didn't chose Camille or Caroline over her, Aurora pushed him to it and he seemed pretty upset about it in the whole episode of their dramatic breakup. And Camille did say more than once she believed Klaus still loved Aurora, something Klaus didn't actually deny (he said he didn't care about her, that's all.)

I know Klaus did love Camille, he did even after a decade of her death, and I know he was obssesed with Caroline, but I personally believe that the one he loved the most has always been Aurora.

Funny enough, in 3x18, after her murdering Camille, his actual love interest, turning her into a vampire, and trying to kill his whole family, he didn't even try to pull away when she leaned to kiss him. He could have tried to bite her, or to back away, but he didn't.

And don't even get me started on him keeping her alive even after the serum left her sistem. Klaus couldn't kill her, and he was clearly distraught when Hayley inyected her that serum to send her to sleep. This fucker couldn't kill her, and he needed his girlfriends to do it.

Anyways, ik this is a unpopular opinion, but I always found the messed up dynamic of Klaurora so entertaining to watch. Aurora loved him until her death, and I think he continued to love her until his as well, knowing how much of a obssesed yandere he is.

And try to ignore any grammatic mistakes lmao, I'm spanish and I was eating a donut writing this.

#klaus mikaelson #aurora de martel #camille o'conell #caroline forbes #klaurora #auraus #klamille #klaroline #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #to #joseph morgan #candice king #leah pipes

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this is me, rambling about the dream i had with TODOROKI MOTHERFUCKING SHOUTO 🫶 you're welcome to join me 😊

omg, okey, so i have to talk about this because if i don't i'm gonna go crazy i am crazy, but that's another story. Last friday night, i had dream with SHOUTO -MF- TODOROKI. 🙈🙈🙈

i'm not a high believer in Shifting, but it had happened to me a couple of times before, where i dream very lucidly, to the point in which i even feel the dream so real i always wake up strartled. And this time, it happened with Shouto.

i was in the UA Sports Festival compiting (why, idk, because I EVEN DIDN'T HAVE A QUIRK, AND EVERYBODY KNEW IT🙈 yep, i'm stubborn like that LOL). What i don't remember is if i was younger or older than Todoroki, but by the way he was sooooo freaking overprotective of me, i guess i was younger. However, he was sooooo shy towards me, that i found myself thinking "wow, he really is that cold in personality".

wherever i went, he was right beside me, taking care that nothing happened to me, and the funny thing was that i told him "dude, i know how to take care of myself," not me always acting like a smart-ass even in my dreams lol AND HE HAS THE AUDACITY TO TURN AROUND, LOOK ME RIGHT IN THE EYES, AND WITH THOSE DUO-COLORED EYES SAY:

"I do it so much better."

Like, AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

How dare you, Todoroki Shouto, to be so fucking HOT!!!!!!!!!!

Also, Bakugou Katsuki was a fucking asshole. He punched me twice. No remorse at all. So i kicked him in the balls, and that was it, i won. LMFAO. You bitch, i love you "Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight", but i'm not letting you step over me. Lol i know, with this attitude of mine you can see why i identify a lot with Katsuki 🤭

After that, Bakugou actually searched for me everywhere to get revenge, cuz he definitely can hold a grudge. And this time, Shouto and i knew Katsuki was not hesitant at all to use his flames, so Mr. Shouto "I'm going to protect you from anyone" Todoroki stuck himself at my back, especially because now the activity was in groups of two. Of course he picked me, and i didn't have a choice but to stay with him and honestly enough, i didn't oppose to it loool😉.

Now, here comes what completely took me by surprise:

DEKU AND BAKUGOU WERE A TEAM yep, for the bakudeku shippers out there, including me, this made me smiiiile lol. And let me tell you something, MIDORIYA FUCKING IZUKU IS TERRIFYING WHEN HE WANTS TO BE. But we all knew that, right? It's probably what all of us love about him. 🥰

So, they both were behind Shouto and mine's ass. LOL. i don't know how, but Todoroki and i were winning this shit. And that's when i started to feel weird, cuz suddenly i realized that i did have a quirk. But i was so opposed to use it, like i couldn't control it well, so i completely made myself believe i did not have one. It was so weird, having that knowledge that you have it but if you use it you could kill everyone around. It's even really sad. 😢

Moving a bit forward, BAKUGOU IS SEARCHING FOR MY ASS. Literally. I'm running and he's behind me throwing his mf explosions at me with no fucking care or remorse at all, and i'm dodging them like a champion if i can brag of myself a lil bit, thank you very much. Shouto is been held back by Deku, like, they are continuosly and strongly fighting, Shouto trying to get closer to me as i ran but Izuku grabs him, pulls him back and fights him with all his might (get the reference? 😉 sorry, ignore my idiocy lol). There is even a moment while running where Shouto and i meet eyes and he looks so fucking desperate to get to me that it made me feel all tingly and realize, "oh... he likes me, likes me." 😳

I don't know why, but that's when i remembered when Shouto wouldn't use his flames, and while his story was different than mine, it made me think that if he could control his, i could mine.

YES, I HAD SOME KIND OF FIRE QUIRK. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

I knew if i took Bakugou down, Shouto and i would win, so i had to use it.

I was ready, so ready that i even stopped running and turned to that massive man that looked like a monster, a.k.a. Bakugou Katsuki, a.k.a. Great Explosion Murder God, Dynamight, AND I FREAKING LET MY FLAMES OUT.

And then i woke up. 😑

I KNOOOOOOWWWW, IT WAS EVEN EXASPERATING FOR MEEE 🙈🙈😩😩

But i do remember something...

Todoroki Shouto's big fucking smile when he saw my flames. And he looked so fucking beautiful and proud 🥲. It's not fair to look like that right at the enddddd 🙈🙈

* exhales long and deep *

So, that was it. That was the dream lol I feel better now that i took it out of chest and head looool ✌️😊✌️

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bae i think i finally got the lore and legend down for reader's bethroed, all im missing is his name but i am infamously shit at naming things 💀

the guy is 2/3rds divine; born in the early stages of the Age of Heroes. he's like a nephew-many-times-removed of the drowned god from his Mother's side and his father is one of the Old Gods. The god of the earth, forests and livestock to be precise. He lived an unremarkable existence for a godling, because while everyone else was collecting heroic feats left and right, he was staying in forests playing his flute and composing poetry. Yeah, he was a bit of a soft boi. Big emphasis on was. His favourite spot for doing his thing was a nice glade— it's usually peaceful but unfortunately a little something happened.

see; his dad and the Storm God aren't really fond of each other and would insult each other on the regular. subtly, of course. But one day, his dad took their usual banter a bit too far and the Storm God got really pissed. And because the Bitch himself got pissed, he told the gatekeeper of the underworld (whoever that is) that Forest Daddy was spreading some humiliating rumours about him. So Gatekeepers lets a few hellhounds out and tells them to specifically target forests and livestock and it doesn't take long for the demon dogs to reach Our Guy's favourite hang-out spot.

he doesn't know any of this happened btw, he's just pissed st the hell hounds. So he pulls a Pied Piper and leads the hellhounds away with his trusty flute and a cheery little song. The rest of his day goes on without a hitch but the hellhounds show up again the next day, and the next, and the next. He does the same thing everyday too, the Pied Piper thing but he gets sick of it pretty quickly so he just switches hang-out spots. The new hang-out spot is Reader's favourite beach at the time and that's how they meet actually. Unlike everyone else though, he doesn't turn Yandere instantly because he just wants a peaceful place to hang out.

[ALSO— We don't really know WHEN Demigod!Reader was born, but the Age of Heroes was when Westeros was at it's peak of magic so let's say she was born a few years after her bethroed.]

Reader and her not-yet Bethroed try to coexist for a while but c'mon. They're both spoiled Godlings who are young and impulsive and definitely haven't been properly socialised by their parents. doesn't take long until they're at each other's throats yelling and insulting each other.

[her Bethroed: GO FUCK YOUSELF SEAWEED BRAIN, THIS BEACH IS MINE!

Demigod!Reader: NO, YOU FUCK OFF MUSIC MAN YOU'RE PLAYING ISN'T EVEN THAT GOOD!!]

it's like watching two nerds fight each other (because it is) and Our Guy leaves after like, a week because he got so sick of Reader. So now he's more pissed than before and he's coming back to his glade with a sword and a dream. A dream to fucking kill these hellhounds and have him his spot back. He kills them pretty easily but what he didn't know was that these hell hounds were the Gatekeeper's precious pets. So Storm God — seeking to piss off Forest Daddy some more — tells the Gatekeeper to just, throw our boy in the underworld. The Gatekeeper might be a god but he's still a dog parent at heart so he does and let me tell you. Our Boy is a soft boy no longer after that. Him getting thrown in the underworld is actually when the people stop recording him in the Age of heroes. It's one of those "but one day he'll return to seek vengeance and bring about the apocalypse" endings. Also his several centuries in the underworld like changes him, when he returns it's like he's a completely different person.

*devilish narrator voice* having gone through dangers and traumas unspoken, our poor music man is a good boi no longer. what was once just a soft boi looking for peace and a place to play his flute is now a certified asshole who wants to make life as hard and miserable for those who have wronged him. *devilish narrator voice stops* also now he's just a dick to everyone, he picked up a few habits from the demons in hell. Everyone in Hell is a thief and he got like all his shit stolen once including his favourite flute — he beat the shit out of a lot of people to get it back but hell/the underworld gave him a lot of trust issues (brought to you by demons) and possessiveness over his belongings (brought to you by demons). I like to think Our Guy returns during Game of Thrones era, but he could return at any era you want. Also he wasn't really Papa Drowned God's first choice as reader's husband but uh let's see:

- wants to fuck up the Storm God's shit

- is strong enough to literally walk out of hell

- will go through great lengths to get back what's his and doesn't like anything being stolen from him

- good looking enough to maybe look good in a wedding picture with reader

yeah, he fits. His time in hell didn't just turn him into an asshole barbarian btw, he's still his old self except more matrue, with more trauma, and more bitchiness. Reader also matured since the Age of Heroes. She's not so antagonistic towards people trespassing on her beaches anymore (miracle how that is) and is way more compassionate. They still banter though. Also Forest Daddy approves of this match because he and the Drowned God are besties now. They're both enemies of the Storm Bitch and have had their children wronged by him in the past so "YEAAHHHH FUCK HIM LET'S JOIN OUR BLOODLINES!!"

[additionally Reader and her Bethroed banter:

Reader: boo! go to hell you tone-deaf bitch!

her Bethroed: where do you think i came from you fucking squid]

if you wanna make some edits to him or his lore go ahead, but all we're really missing is his name. Also he's definitely a reluctant yandere; like he loathes you but god, if someone does anything you he's putting them in the grave. his obsession develops over time. This is longer than it should've been for someone who's just "Yandere Demigod Westerosi Pied Piper from Hell" 😭 i feel like it's not good enough somehow 😭😭

I am in love (You fucking squid 🤣)

But let me make some details clear first before i make a scenario based on this:

For now, i am calling this boy Rhyeyr, why? Because yes

Also, i only have an idea for his appearance for after he came back for the Underworld. It's something like the Curupira, a deity from Brazilian Folklore,

Secondly, the Demigoddess personality and how it will affect their relationship: She was indeed born in the Age of Heroes and was raised by the Ironborn way before Aegon conquered Westeros, so they still dealt with things in the Old ways, which made her into a proud and willful girl. But her years in the sea made her a bit spoiled, not enough to become entitled though. She may loves her beach, but also adores company, so the idea she would want Rhyeyr to leave doesn't seem too right.

So to me, they wouldn't have much of a rocky relationship in the beginning, only when Rhyeyr returned from the Underworld and turned into a dick, because then the Reader would already be wary of others, and the change of demeanor on Rhyeyr would scare her a bit, resulting in her acting on self defense.

So for this scenario, he will return in the Era of Robert's rebellion, cuz that could be the reason why my girl went to the Land in the first place, cuz she refused to marry this rascal.

But once she was taken by Aerys and having to deal with this war between Robert and Rhaegar, she was in despair wanting to go back.

She saw him as a friend

Once a long time ago

But this friend was dragged underground as she was taken away by everyone she knew. Years of warfare in her name deteriorated her mental state and killed her trust in others.

She only felt peace at home, the Iron Islands and the seas. But that wasn't the case for father, to him, she would never be safe, she needed someone to protect her other than himself.

He heard from his old friend that his son returned from his incarceration and proposed for them to marry their children. The Drowned God immediately accepted.

The little princess was finally meeting her old friend once again, but as soon as they arrived to meet the boy, she immediately knew that he changed.

His demeanor wasn't the sweet soft and proud one from before, he was unnecessarily rude and she could feel his annoyance towards her. She couldn't stay there.

She left disappointed and refusing to marry that man.

But her actions have consequences, and now she is trapped in that same castle from many centuries that terrorized her.

She, in her despair to leave, started pleading to the other gods, in her prayer, she thought of him, Rhyeyr, her betrothed and old friend.

And she called him.

Feeling the wind wash over her, as some sort of comfort, she looked. Behind her, there he was.

"You came"

"...You called"

#ask #yandere concept #a song of ice and fire #yandere x reader #house of the dragon #game of thrones #blackfyre rebellion #robert's rebellion #aegon's conquest #yandere imagine #westeros x reader #demigod!reader #the drowned god #Rhyeyr

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catierambles · 1 year

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Null Ch.19

Pairing: Spoilers

WC: 1156

Warnings: Nothing major (thank you for not murdering me in my sleep) Minors DNI 18+ ONLY

@brattymum96 , @ouroboros113 , @peaches1958 , @summersong69 , @henryownsme , @fvckinghenrycavill , @raccoon-eyed-rebel , @eldarwen333 Southpaw: Boxing term for someone who is left handed.

Anna sat on the couch in the study, staring numbly at nothing in particular. She told Sy and Mike what had happened and what she had seen when she and Sy got back to the house and Sy sat next to her, his fingers laced with hers as Mike lay with his head in her lap, holding her legs as she moved her fingers through his hair idly.

“He told me he loved me.” Anna said, having cried herself out. “I guess that was just another lie.”

“I’m sorry, doll.” Sy said, Mike turning his face into her legs. “I really hoped he had changed, I really did. For your sake.”

“I guess I shouldn’t expect honesty from a demon.” She said.

“Doll.” Sy said and she sighed.

“That was unfair, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t paint you all with the same brush.” She said and his thumb moved back and forth over the skin between her thumb and forefinger.

“It’s okay.” He said, “You’re hurting right now. I didn’t take it personally.”

“What is it about me where all the guys I sleep with turn out to be raging assholes?” She asked with a humorless chuckle.

“It’s not you.” Mike said, “It’s them. It’s completely them.” They all looked up as Charles appeared in the study, looking more put together than he had the last time she saw him.

“Are you calmed down now?” He asked and she glared at him. “Anna, please let me explain.”

“You railing some chick was pretty self-explanatory.” She said, “But please, regale me.”

“Alone?”

“Nope.” She said, shaking her head. “Now start talking, and start with how you lied to my face.”

“I didn’t lie.” Charles said and she snorted.

“I flat out asked you if you fed from any of the women who worked at the club you go to, and you told me no. That you were mine and only mine.”

“She didn’t work at the club I go to, so technically--.”

“Do not fucking try to get off free on technicalities.” Anna said. “But please, keep going.”

“Anna, I needed to feed and you haven’t wanted to since the night of the party.” Charles said.

“Are you fucking serious?” Sy asked. “You’re blaming her? Passive energy works just as good as direct and you damn well know it. You made a choice, Chuck, and you chose your dick.”

“This is why I wanted to speak to you alone.” Charles said.

“So you could manipulate the situation?” Anna asked, “Make me feel like it was all my fault you couldn’t keep it in your pants? Gaslight me into thinking it wasn’t what it was? Nope, sorry but not sorry.”

“Anna,” He started, his voice hardening somewhat, “You--” August popped into existence, his hand wrapped tight around Charles’ throat, and his lips pulled away from his teeth in a snarl and Charles’ eyes went wide before they both vanished.

“You guys saw that too, right?” Anna asked and Sy let go of her hand, pulling out his phone and putting it to his ear.

“Leon, August just yanked Charles out of the house lookin’ like he was going to skin him. He kinda deserves it, but I’ll explain that later. Grab Walt and track him down before he does anything stupid.” Sy said and hung up the phone, getting up from the couch. “Mike, stay with Anna, I’m going to make sure we don’t have one less brother.”

“Yeah, sure.” Mike said, pushing up from Anna’s lap.

“Bring them back here, Sy.” She said and he looked at her for a long moment before he nodded, vanishing from the house.

About an hour passed before Sy reappeared, holding both August and Charles by the collars. Charles looked like he had the shit kicked out of him, his lip bleeding, a contusion on his jaw, and the beginnings of a black eye. Sy pushed them away from him and Charles stumbled somewhat, August giving Sy a look as he fixed his collar.

"Anna--" Charles started.

"Sit. Down." She said, "And don't you dare say another word. August, you come with me." She left the study with him in tow and they went to the master bathroom, Anna digging out her first aid kit.

"I'm fine." August said.

"Let me see." She said.

"I said I'm--" He growled slightly as she grabbed his hand, his knuckles skinned and bloody.

"Southpaw, huh?" She asked and he huffed quietly in what might have been a laugh. "You shouldn't have done that."

"My emotions got the better of me."

"You? Emotions?" Her tone was joking and he cracked a small smile. "How the hell did you even know?"

"Ann. She gloated to everyone in hearing range about how she broke Charles' new null "pet"." August said, "I pressed her for details and she gave them."

"Did she also tell you I smacked her?" Anna asked.

"She left that part out." August said with a small smile that might have been proud. He hissed slightly as she cleaned his knuckles with the alcohol wipes.

"Sorry."

"It's fine." He said and she blew on his knuckles gently to help dry the rubbing alcohol and soothe the angry nerves. August pulled his hand from hers and grabbed the back of her neck with it, pulling her in and stooping down at the shoulders slightly, pressing his lips to hers. At first, she did nothing, but his skill alone was enough to make her respond to him, her hands moving over his chest, grabbing his tie and pulling him in closer as she returned it. His lips moved over hers hungrily, his other hand pressing to her low back as he pressed his hips flush against hers, pushing her back against the sink.

An odd hunger started building in the pit of her stomach and she would swear later that she growled as they kissed. Warmth pressed against her skin, an odd pressure that honestly reminded her of the time she shaved her arms and then submerged them in a sink full of warm water. She couldn't feel the wetness of the water, just the press of it against her skin and the warmth of the temperature. The pressure turned into a tingling sensation, crawling over her skin not unpleasantly and she shuddered against him.

"You're hungry." He said as he pulled away but kept them close, his breath fanning across her lips, "I can feel it, and I know you can feel how much I want you."

"Is that what that is?" She asked and he nodded.

"Your demonic side wants to feed." He said, "It doesn't have to be from a human, it can be from another demon. Let me feed you, Anna, let me give you what you need." Reality crashed in and she let go of his tie.

"Fuck no." She said and slid out from between him and the sink, fleeing the bathroom.

#henry cavill #charles brandon #null #my writing

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xxemosceneacidscumxx · 28 days

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Jeff the killer x FEM! Reader

~A Blinkless Gaze~ 1st half of part 7

(Song: Demolition lovers, MCR)

The next day I woke up around noon, aching, I slowly got up, and went downstairs to see both my mom and john tied up in the dining room. I looked around. The only culprit I could think of was Jeff. "You gotta untie us, we need to call the cops!" Mom said to me. I looked at John. "Yeah that joker looking emo freak did. This to us." Mom looked at him with a warning look. "Listed you NEED to go to the neighbors and call the cops!" I went up to the bathroom and did my business. Then I heard screaming downstairs. "HUH? YOU THINK YOU CAN DO THAT YOU UGLY FAT STINKY PIECE OF SHIT." I heard Jeff say. Probably hollering at John. I went down to watch. "LISTEN HERE- Jeff cut off john by punching him so hard that the chair fell. "Shut the fuck up, dumbass." Jeff growled. "And you," Jeff said turning his attention to my mom. "Every second you spend with this asshole, you're putting my WIFE in danger." He said very angrily. I was watching from upstairs. "And you, John was it? You're gonna go to sleep, TODAY." He said sounding all crazy. Suddenly Jeff picked up the chair and sat it upright. "I'm gonna kill you, so slow that you beg me to finish you off, but I'll make sure to make it last all fucking day." I felt kinda scared, but happy that Jeff was here to sort everything out. Jeff pulled his knife out and began to cut the familiar Chelsea grin into johns face. I went back to my room and blasted the tv, because I didn't want to see or hear that. After about 4 movies I was hungry, and had to use the bathroom so, I went pee, and I slowly walked downstairs to see Jeff stab John in the heart, and my mom gagged, and crying, I went to the fridge and grabbed the pizza rolls and popped them in the microwave. Jeff walked over to me, completely COVERED in blood. My mom was wailing and shaking her head. Jeff held up his knife like he was gonna stab me. I looked up at me confused. He was looking at my mom with a mischievous smirk. He chuckled, and then kissed my lips all slow and sweet like, in a way that melted my brain. Then he got down on his knee, and pulled a woman's finger out of his pocket. I looked at him puzzled. He pulled the ring off of her finger. And held it up it me. "Be mine" he said. I grinned and held out my left hand, and he put the ring on my ring finger, when I noticed something. He had a ring on his finger too. We were just smiling at each other. "So what do you say. Will you come with me?" I was almost bouncing with excitement "yes!" I said super happy. He grinned even more. Let's go. We left the scene, and went into the woods.

SORRY FOR THE CUT UP PIECES BUT ITS TOO LONG 😭

#just for fun #cringe warning #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x reader #don’t like don’t read #creepypasta #x female reader #jeff the killer #jeff the killer smut #x fem!reader

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digital-corruption · 2 years

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This one was a hard one to write... I just hope I did it justice. 😅 It is also long because there's no way to split this one in two parts. Without further ado, the warnings...

⚠️ This chapter contains major spoilers for episode 10!

‼️ This chapter contains the following triggers: PTSD, trauma, strangulation, burn injuries, depression, talk about killing, and things I may have forgotten to mention.

Unrecognisable Part 10

Sex with Jake was intense and heated It was clear that we both had a lot of steam to blow off. I completely lost myself in him, which stopped me from getting caught up in my emotions. However, it seemed I wasn’t the only one who lost themselves.

In the heat of the moment, Jake’s hand grabbed my throat, which in the heat of the moment I didn’t think much of, but when he brought his other hand up, he suddenly started squeezing without warning. Panicking, my hands slapped his arm to get him to stop, but when that didn’t work, I started scratching. Jake was looking at me, but at the same time he wasn't. No, he was looking past me! I recognised that look. Shit, he was having an episode! I reached out and slapped his face. He barely flinched.

“Jake!” I managed to squeeze out. Wake up, you asshole!

Engaging all of my limbs, I kicked and punched him until he finally snapped out of it. His eyes widened and he withdrew from me immediately. Coughing and sputtering, I rolled to my side to recover as I heard Jake screaming mournfully. As soon as the coughing settled, I glanced over my shoulder and saw him with his back to me on the floor. He was holding his head, rocking back and forth.

“Jake,” my voice strained. “What the hell was that?”

I didn’t know if he was ignoring me or if he was simply blocking me out. I got up shakily and went down beside him on the floor. I could hear him muttering to himself over and over again, but I couldn’t make it out. I sighed and put my hand on his shoulder, but as soon as I touched the dragon tattoo Jake jumped and I pulled back with surprise. He glanced over his shoulder and saw me, then turned away again. Nervously I ran my fingers along his tattoo and felt that the contours of the tattoo matched perfectly with scars hidden underneath. Not just any scars though. Burn scars.

“Jake...” my voice shook.

“Spare me your sympathies,” he mumbled. “I don’t deserve them.”

The dragon tattoo was extensive. It started with breathing fire over his left shoulder and coiled across the majority of his upper back, ending at his right shoulder. My fingers ran the entire length of it, feeling every dip and crevice of his flesh. I had to give them credit; the artist did an amazing job disguising the scar tissue. If I hadn’t touched it directly, I didn’t know when I would have noticed.

Suddenly it clicked. The long, fire- breathing dragon, twisting and turning, almost like a maze. Almost like the Ironsplitter mines.

“We searched for you!” As soon as the words left my mouth I started crying uncontrollably.

Jake didn’t respond. He just buried his face in his knees. I rested my head against his back and sobbed. My throat hurt like hell, but my heart hurt so much worse.

We sat for hours on the ground, both emotionally devastated. Jake never came out of the shell he buried himself into. Resting my head against my back, I just kept hugging him from behind. I cried so much in those hours, that I had run dry. Even though my throat had recovered, I still couldn’t form any words. I went over and over again those days following the explosion. The FBI had managed to get to Richy quickly enough that his injuries were manageable, but the fire raged on. In many ways it must’ve saved Jake, but it was also clear that it ruined him.

Still, the FBI weren’t without their tricks. They subdued the fire in hours and as soon as it was clear, they went in. I had only arrived to Duskwood then. Cleo took me around to one of the side entrances, but damn it, Alan was onto us. He restrained me while the FBI searched every nook and cranny. He said it was for my own good, but believe me, as soon as I was released, I went back into those mines. That time I had Lilly, Jessy, Thomas and even Dan with me as well. Yes, even in his stupid wheelchair, Dan proved to be of assistance. He sacrificed his freedom to Alan on more than one occasion as a distraction. We all chipped in to pay for his bail.

Day after day we searched up and down those mines. Multiple cave-ins though made it impossible to reach everywhere. When I started to dig through the piles of fallen rocks with my bare hands, my friends stopped me. ‘You do that and it all may come down on us.’

You can imagine then my anger when I stepped back out, after hours of inhaling that awful stench, covered in dust head to toe, cuts and bruises from tripping in the dark that I had ignored - after all of that I opened my phone and I found all of our conversations were gone. That was it. No proof of life. No ‘I'm ok.’ And judging by the constant FBI surveillance, no arrest either.

Yet sitting there, hugging him, I still felt like I failed him.

“Why?” I barely managed to squeak out. Why didn’t you contact me? Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you keep yourself hidden all these years from me? Why did you have to suffer alone? I didn’t even know which why to start with.

“You would've blamed yourself,” he mumbled.

I hit my fist into his back, “That’s not good enough!” More dry sobs ripped through my throat. “We searched!”

“I know,” he muttered.

“You knew?” I questioned.

“I saw you,” he clarified.

“Then you get my attention!” I shrieked.

He buried his head further, “You were there and I blinked and you were gone. It was one of the few things I remember.”

“And after that?” I squeezed him.

“I don’t know,” he lifted his head. “Everything is hazy. I know I was found unconscious just off the highway near Terrendale. When I woke up, I was in the hospital, hooked up to heavy sedatives. They told me I had been in an induced coma for weeks. My phone was gone and I had no way of securely contacting you.”

“I called the hospitals!” I exclaimed. “Every hospital around the mines!”

Jake let out a small laugh, “Some idiot messed up my admission records. You weren’t the only one looking.”

“Why didn’t you come find me when you got out?” I hit him again.

“All that time I was trapped in that hospital bed with just me and my thoughts, I kept thinking ‘Why does shit like this keep happening to me?’ Soon it became, ‘What if she had been there with me?’ and then, ‘Would I even have been able to protect her?’,” he explained. “I hardly got myself out of there. If you were with me, you would have suffered the same or worse. The truth is, MC, I can't protect you from the danger that comes my way.”

I hit his back even harder, “You’re an idiot.”

“How exactly do you think my story ends? There is no happy ending. You stay and you will be killed,” he turned his head to look at me over his shoulder.

“Well tough! I’m going to fucking stick to you like glue now!” I hissed.

He snapped around, pushing me off of him. His mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. His eyes drifted down to my throat instead and his brow twitched, “As much as it kills me to see how badly I hurt you, part of me is satisfied. Now you will be forced to think of me every time you look in the mirror, just as I am forced to think of you.”

Raising my hand to my neck, I hesitated for a moment. I hadn’t even checked the state of my bruises.

“Jake, you need help,” I trembled.

“Sure, let me just go visit my psychologist. Oh wait, I can’t,” he mocked.

“Well, I'm not leaving you,” I insisted.

“Yesterday I wanted to shoot you. Today I nearly strangled you. I wonder what tomorrow will bring. How do you feel about drowning?” he laughed to himself.

“Is that what you want? To kill me?” I questioned apprehensively.

“What? No, of course not!” he shook his head. “I just- I don’t know what I am capable of.”

“Well, I still love you,” I gently placed my hand over his. “I will not let you go through this alone anymore.”

Jake looked down at my hand for a moment, then pulled his hand away, “No, we're getting you a new ID and getting you across the border!”

“With you with me,” I added, raising my eyebrow.

“No, you're going away, far away from me,” he pushed.

“Like hell I am!” I frowned.

“Either they’ll kill you or I will!” he yelled. “For five years, five fucking years I put aside my feelings for you so you could live safe! You think I didn’t want to be with you? I didn’t give you up just so you can walk into my life like it didn’t fucking matter!” He paused for a moment. “So many years of you haunting my dreams,” his eyes went dark. “You never let me rest. You occupied my mind day and night. Did you even think of me once?”

“How dare you suggest that I didn’t!” I said offended.

“You seemed so preoccupied with others,” he commented.

“You might be a hacker, but you’re no mind reader,” I pointed out. “I don’t know what you were looking at, but it definitely didn’t tell the whole story.”

“Photos. So many photos of you smiling and many times not alone,” he sighed.

I shook my head, “You just saw snapshots of my life. You never saw the big picture.”

“You asked me if I sabotaged your relationships. I probably did,” he admitted. “I didn’t like them. Any of them.”

I laughed a little, “Admitting you were jealous?”

“I wanted you to be happy without me. I told myself that once that right person showed up and was able to make you happy, I'd finally be able to let you go,” he explained. “Maybe then you wouldn’t haunt my dreams anymore.”

“Hey, I want to test something,” I smiled.

“What?” he looked at me confused.

“Come join me in the bed. We're going to do something called sleep,” I teased.

“I've heard of that,” he smirked. “I don’t get it though.”

“I want to test whether you are still being haunted in your dreams or not,” I tilted my head.

“MC, I don’t think I should be that close to you, especially not after before,” he lowered his gaze.

I stood up and held my hand out to him. He took it reluctantly and stood up in facing me. Throwing my arms around him, I hugged him tight. After a moment, Jake gave in and hugged me back, burying his face into my neck.

“Even now, part of me wants to rip into your skin,” he whispered.

“Jake, breathe, ok? Deep breaths. Match my pace,” I instructed.

I took slow, deep breaths for a while so Jake could breathe in time with me. After a couple of minutes, he started to relax again. I ran my fingers through his hair as he settled.

“These last five years have really messed you up,” I sighed.

“I should’ve killed you yesterday,” he mumbled into my neck.

“Stop,” I rolled my eyes. “I know you don't mean that.”

“You’re sticking to me like glue now? I’m going to get you killed either way. At least it would’ve been a mercy killing,” he continued.

I pulled away and looked at him in the eye, “Maybe you have already killed me and I’m just a figment of your imagination to haunt you.”

“Is that meant to be a joke?” he frowned.

“Oooooo!” I wiggled my fingers at him.

He tried to keep a straight face, but we both burst out laughing. It was so good to just have a moment of silliness with him again. I missed those moments the most. As our laughter calmed, we stared into each's eyes for a minute, then I tilted my head up and kissed him. He was resistant at first, but I persisted until he started kissing me back.

I smiled as I pulled away, “We'll see through this together, ok?”

Jake nodded slowly and mumbled, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I rubbed his cheek gently. “Now, come on, lie down with me.”

I climbed into the bed behind me and gestured for Jake to join me. He sighed and eventually laid down next to me. Pulling him close, I rested his head against my chest and gently rubbed his head. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he held onto me for comfort. Listening close to his breathing, I stayed awake until I knew he was fast asleep.

#duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake #duskwood jake x mc #unrecognisable fanfic #tw: ptsd #tw: mental instability #tw: strangulation #tw: burns #tw: depression #tw: trauma

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Hear me out:

Sirius Black can be irrational, right? A flaw that’s slowly gotten better over time, but not completely gone. Imagine him stuck in his house, unable to visit his friends, even when his best friend’s wife is pregnant. He decides to drink his stress away, taking his motor bike to the nearest club he can find. He drinks, and drinks, and drinks, but no one knows he’s gone. He gets even worse while he’s drunk, and he wakes up in someone else’s bed. A woman’s. He gives her his address and a letter, in a friendly way, because he’s not an asshole who just leaves without any warning after an.. eventful night. Two weeks later he gets a letter.

She’s pregnant.

Of course, he wants the kid. They both have no romantic attraction towards each other, but there’s certainly enough milk that he doesn’t have to go and buy more. He’s over the moon, writing letters to James, Remus, and Peter alike. Strangely, Remus isn’t as excited. (I wonder why.. hmm..) After a few months, things are getting worse. Muggles dying everywhere, wizards going missing, it’s scary.

Then, the mother of his child bursts into his house.

“Sirius- I think- I need- please-” she blurts out, sobbing. Sirius immediately takes her to St. Mungos. He’s in a bad way, restless energy taking over him. It’s too early, will the baby be okay? Will she? All these thoughts run through his head, and then he turns to see James. James, with Lily, who is obviously in pain. Sirius looks at his best friend, James looks back with a bewildered expression.

“Are you.. is..”

“The same day? The SAME day?! They’ll be like twins!”

James is ecstatic, Sirius is a worried mess. He paces around the room, and a healer gestures for him to come over.

“I’m pleased to say that the baby is quite healthy, despite his early birth.. but, unfortunately, his mother-”

-and Sirius falls to his knees. This is his fault. Why did he leave the house? Why can’t he just control himself? Why did he accept her choice to have the baby? He didn’t love her, not romantically, at least. Why, why, why-

“Sir? Sir, please calm down..”

Sirius is so distraught he can’t even cry. He gives money to the woman’s family for the funeral, goes to Lily to visit her, to see if she’s okay. But she’s with her newborn son, with James, who is happily rambling about how cute he is. A part of him is jealous. But he’s happy for them all the same, and even happier when he’s announced Harry James Potter’s godfather. That’s when he makes his decision.

He storms to St. Mungos, demanding to see the young healer who had delivered the news that made his world fall apart at the seams. He slams a quill on the table, his eyes filled with tears

“I want my son. I want him. I’m raising him. Who in the name of Merlin’s beard gives a shit about whether I’m a woman or not? He’s my child, mine, I’m taking him home.”

And so he does. He holds the newborn carefully, looking down at him with pure love. How can anything be so small? He never really held a baby before, unless you counted the time when Regulus was born and Sirius was a curious toddler, he still has the picture. He watches as his son raises a tiny hand, and Sirius takes it in two of his fingers.(p

“Regulus..” he whispers, biting his lip. Regulus, who was foolish enough to believe his family. Regulus, who he hadn’t spoken to since he got sorted. Regulus, who never came back to him.

“I’ll take care of you better than I took care of him, I swear.”

And so, Regulus Black Jr is taken home.

Sirius has a ton of help from Lily, he names Remus godfather, Lily godmother. Regulus and Harry get along as well as babies can do, and Sirius is livid that they can’t spend their first birthday together. Nevertheless, Remus and Sirius enjoy themselves as little regulus somehow makes a mess of the cake. Remus offers to stay the night, which was probably for the best, since Regulus was on a sugar high until 2 in the morning. Sirius cries a little about Regulus’s mother, he took regulus to her grave. Even if he had no clue what was going on, it felt right for Sirius to take him. Remus, being the best friend (sure.. friend..) he is, comforted him. They then fell asleep on the sofa, at around 4 in the morning.

He hears the news about James, about Lily, about his godson. He drops regulus off at Remus’s, getting on his motor bike and speeding to find Peter. First he lost his son’s mother, now his godmother and uncle? Sirius’s best friend? His best friend’s son? Hagrid refuses to hand over his godson.. how dare he? How dare he?! Who cares about Dumbledore? Dumbledore’s the one who couldn’t protect Lily and James! He wipes the hot tears streaming down his face, then practically pounces the second he lays eyes on Peter.

I think you know the rest.

Remus finds himself fighting for his right to keep regulus, as his godfather. Sirius, a traitor? He was a father, he couldn’t, surely.. That doesn’t mean his child deserves to be punished too. He’s still fighting his case, over the years, but regulus is in his custody while he’s doing so.

Fast forward ten years. Regulus is the spitting image of his father, except with soft brown hair. It makes Remus cry sometimes, he does his best to hide it, not that he’s good at it. Regulus also acts very much like his father, a social butterfly with an unfortunate habit of attracting trouble. Or being the trouble.

“Reg, stop running! And push your own trolley, I’m not doing it for you.”

“But Pa, the train leaves at eleven! It’s on platform 9 and 3/4, right? All I have to do is run through there! The trolley will slow me down!”

Harry overhears this conversation, edging to Remus and poking his arm

“Excuse me, sir.. I don’t know.. how..”

Remus jumps. Suddenly, he’s eleven years old again, seeing James Potter with his hair sticking out from the back. Except this time he’s nervous, fragile, a little scared, with a lightning scar on his forehead. He wants to cry and hug the young boy, but he stops himself. A conversation for another day, another time, another place.

“To get on the platform? Don’t worry, cub, it’s regulus’s first day too.” he mentally slaps himself. Cub? Why’d he say that? He hasn’t called Harry that in ten years, he hasn’t seen Harry in ten years.

“Yeah! It is! C’mon, I’ll show you!” regulus takes Harry’s hand, and runs straight at the barrier, dragging the green eyed boy. Harry’s practically screaming.

“There- There’s a wall! Are you MAD? THERE’S A WA-” Harry closes his eyes, preparing to feel extreme pain. But he doesn’t. He hears regulus laugh, and lets go of his hand as he slowly opens his eyes. It’s the Hogwarts Express, platform 9 and 3/4. In the end, Remus did push Regulus’s trolley, he also pushed Harry’s.

Harry and Regulus rush to the train, finding an empty compartment. Regulus rambles about houses, and quidditch, and magic in general. Harry is amazed. Then Ron Weasley peeks in, asking if he can join them. Regulus agrees, Harry just nods nervously.

“I’m Ron, Ron Weasley.”

“Regulus Black! Junior, that is.”

“Uh.. Harry. Harry Potter.”

Regulus jaw drops, looking from Ron to Harry.

“WHAT? You said Harry, you didn’t say POTTER! Why didn’t pa tell me? He saw you too! Do you have the scar? Can I see? I mean, only if you want, it was probably super scary, right? Can you remember it?” he starts bombarding Harry with questions, and he does get answers.

A few hours later, they’re munching on chocolate frogs, fizzing whizz bees and pumpkin pasties. A girl with bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth pokes in, her Hogwarts robes already on.

You get the drill.

So, imagine this.

Harry Potter, staring at Hermione Granger curiously. Ronald Weasley and Regulus Black Jr sharing bewildered expressions.

The Marauders Jr.

#harry potter #writing #sirius orion black #james potter #regulus black #lily evans #wolfstar #i just want to sleep #i need sleep #idk what im doing #first post

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