#and none of them realise the other one already gave me shit

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my job is like heyyy we know you work 3 days a week but can you do 3 peoples worth of full time jobs in that time? xoxox 

#i literally could do one full time job but not three #its bc i have like three people above me who all use me like their PA so im always getting emails from 3 people giving me different tasks #and none of them realise the other one already gave me shit #company will pay 150k salaries for 70 year old directors that r basiaclly retired n take afternoon naps #but barely even wants to hire me n refuses to hire any other assistants for our dept (on like minimum wage) #so all of us are doing like 4 peoples jobs #not even mad at the 3 ppl in question cuz theyre all doing like 9 ppls jobs

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.7 K Warnings: None. Prompt: It's a night to talk This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Chapter 27: Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

Remus didn’t need to see your flushed cheeks nor did he need to hear your now slightly hoarse voice to realise what had happened behind the curtains. No, he would’ve noticed the moment you dipped back inside the cloak, you smelled divine, it was that combination of scents he just couldn’t get out of his head. 

Unfortunately, he had realised earlier, not because he was trying to pry, but because he had a really keen sense of hearing, sometimes the perks of being a monster weren’t all that convenient. He had leaned into the wall as he heard Sirius kiss you. He had seen him do it so many times, he thought he should already be immune to it. But fuck did he wish he was you at that moment. Which made him feel like shit, yet again. 

And then you came out, looking a little dizzy, trying to hide your stupid lovesick smile and he almost broke, how ever could he wish to take your place, when you looked so pretty like that? Sirius was lucky, you were lucky, and he was fucking miserable. 

And then you turned to him, a mischievous smile on your face as you placed every single ounce of your attention on him and he almost forgot why he was feeling so luckless. “I believe you have a certain thing to show me…” 

Remus, who was still a little fazed from all the emotions he had gone through in such a short period of time, had absolutely no idea what you were talking about “I do?” he asked. 

You arched your eyebrows, tilting your head down just a little, Remus swallowed, how was it possible he had been so close to having a heart attack from Sirius earlier and now that he was looking at you, staring at him like that, he felt completely and utterly enamoured by you instead? He must have had some serious issues if his mind could switch just like that in a matter of minutes.  

At the lack of response, you leaned towards him just a little, the same smile still playing on your lips, and you whispered “Something about a certain map I could finally see?” 

Remus seemed to finally know what you were talking about “Ah, the map!” he said with a smile and pulled a piece of parchment, the same one he had tucked in while Sirius pulled you between them that night. He handed it to you, a rather satisfied smile as you looked at it, moving it around and unbending the pieces of parchment glued on top of each other to try and find the map, but it was empty. 

You heard the boy chuckle and you narrowed your eyes at him, pulling your wand and placing it on top of the parchment “Revelio,” you whispered. Nothing happened. The boy chuckled again. You looked at him, mouth shut tight as he stared at you, clearly diverted. “Did you just hand me a blank piece of parchment to wind me up?” 

He shook his head, his lips pressed tightly as he tried to suppress a smile. He took a step towards you, closing the already short distance the cloak allowed the two of you to keep, and he leaned down a little, “Wand on the parchment,” he said. You gave him another look but followed his instructions, “bit more in the centre,” he said as he grabbed your hand to place it where it should be. 

You looked up at him, he was too focused on getting your hand in the right place to notice you were staring. He looked so pretty in the low light of the castle at night, his skin looking a little more golden and softer, the gilded specks in his eyes shining a bit more than normal. Britain really had gotten its hands on all the handsome bachelors of the century, there weren’t boys this pretty in your older school. You wondered if Alice knew how freaking lucky she was. 

Remus leaned in just a little bit more, close enough for his mouth to brush on your ear as he whispered something, the whole thing sent a shiver down your spine, you were not expecting his slightly rough voice to sip into your brain like it did. 

You gulped and nodded, he pulled back, and then you smiled, whispering “I solemnly swear, I’m up to no good.” Ink started appearing on the map, from the centre of your wand to all around it, you marvelled at the intricate details and letters drawn over the map. 

“Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs

Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers

are proud to present

THE MARAUDER'S MAP”

You looked at the drawing of the Whomping Willow and awed at the details of text written on every branch, aside from being a map, it was a piece of art, worthy of display. You looked up at him, the astonishment evident in your eyes, he smiled proudly, he knew for a fact you’d be fascinated by it, and you hadn’t even seen the entire thing. “Open it,” he prompted. 

You did as told, inside it was a detailed map of Hogwarts, from passageways to names of classrooms, to a way more elaborate version of the map Remus had drawn you a while back so you could feed your fireworms. You instantly recognized it and brushed your fingers over it, giving him a questioning look. He nodded, “There’s many more of them, the map has all the ones we’ve discovered.” 

Then you noticed, the small star was moving in one of the passageways, there was a deer and a rat in the common room and there was a moon right where you stood. You took out the moon charm Remus had given you earlier, it had exactly the same shape. You smiled “You’ve tagged each other, that’s how you found me!” 

He nodded, “Peter’s working on making one of you,” he said with a smile, “he’s using the charm of the necklace Sirius’ swiped from you a couple days ago.” 

“But… that’s silver,” you added alarmed, “I thought he was taking it away because he knew it’d hurt you, like he did with the ring that day. I was going to get rid of it.”

Remus smiled, “He’s transfiguring it into aluminium, it’s too pretty for you to throw it away just because it hurts me.”

“Nothing will ever be ‘too pretty’ not to throw away if it hurts you, Remus.” 

He cleared his throat after that, really trying to ignore the butterflies your words had made him feel. You thought of him as a friend, you were such a freaking incredible friend, why did he have to go and fall for you. 

“The makeout room Richie showed me should be somewhere over here,” you said pointing at a section of the map. 

Remus almost choked “The what?!”

“Oh… right, that’s what Richie used to use it for, and for keeping his illegal books I guess,” you said casually as you tried to figure out the details of the map, “What’s that?” you asked when you noticed there was a moving symbol with an “AF” written on top. It was walking a couple of passages away from you. There were other symbols with letters like that in different sections. 

“That’s Filch,” he said as he grabbed your arm and started pulling you towards the other side. 

“You tagged Filch?!” you asked surprised. 

“We started playing with a small little trinket until he confiscated it. We knew he’d keep it around, and now we know where he is all the time.”

You looked at him with a mix of admiration and shock, you already knew your friends were clever, only clever people could plan something like what you were about to do, but they weren’t just clever, they were also resourceful, imaginative, strategic and analytical. They were freaking geniuses. 

You followed behind him, both walking towards the dungeons and to the potions’ classroom. Once you arrived he pulled his wand out, but you shook your head, pulling out a copy of the keys. 

“How did you?” he asked as he saw you slide it in and heard the pins adjust into place. He was staring at you in awe. 

“He gave it to Lily to get some things earlier in the morning,” you explained “I got Alex Wood to teach me how to use Gemino a couple of weeks ago, and used it to make our very own copy.” 

He was sure he couldn’t be more in love with you than he was, until you said that. “Our”, the word lingered on his brain, he’d have to tell Sirius how goddamned sneaky his girlfriend was, he was sure to get a kick out of it. 

The two of you walked together, he waved his wand over the door of the ingredients room “No alarm spells,” he told you. You smiled and used the key to open it, there were rows and rows of ingredients in the small potion room. You had already gotten most of them, but you still needed some key things for the potion. 

Remus handed the book over to you and you went straight to the page with the ingredient list and marked what you already had in hand, and the two of you started to work together seamlessly, you’d say the name of the ingredient and he’d pull it from the shelf and put it on his bag. 

“Is that the last one?” he whispered as he saw you mark the paper with a pencil. 

You nodded, but then shook your head “No wait!” you said “Spider venom essence, grab some spider venom essence.” He turned to you,  an eyebrow arched: that wasn’t on the book, he knew. “Richie recommended it, he also said he might have some other useful ingredients on the hideout.”

Remus nodded at your explanation and leaned down to take the spider venom essence from the bottom shelf, along with  another small bottle and placed them on his shoulder bag “Now we’ve got everything.” 

You looked through the list and went over everything you had already gotten. “Indeed we do,” you said after a couple of seconds of concentration. He smiled at how cute you looked, from the angle where he was crouching in. 

“Let’s go to your makeout room then,” he said as he finally stood up. 

“We really need to find a better name for it,” you said as you rolled your eyes. You left the small ingredient closet and Remus placed the cloak around the two of you again. He took the book from your hands and placed it on the bag as you took the map again “Looks like the way’s empty, we just have to be a bit more careful with the prefects, in case any of them is patrolling somewhere.” You said as the two of you started to walk away. Both stopped for you to close the door, and once it was done you handed him the keys, “here,” you said as you placed them over his hands.

He looked at you puzzled “Why?” 

“You’ll come with the boys more often than me,” you said simply “And you’re way more responsible than any of them, if anyone should have the keys, it should be dear Moony.”

He rolled his eyes with a smile at the way you used his nickname, he found he liked you calling him Moony almost as much as he liked it when you said Rem. But he liked Rem better because that one had been entirely yours.  

The two of you walked towards the make-out room side by side, at some point Remus had placed his hand near the back of your neck and he pretty much guided you through the halls as you stared at the map, making sure you weren’t getting close to Filch or any of the other prefects that had already been tagged by the boys.

“Have you considered doing something to tag absolutely every single person in the castle?” You asked as you walked through a particularly quiet hallway. 

He smiled, great minds think alike, he thought. “We’ve been trying to figure out how to do it for a while.” He told you “We can’t exactly give a charm to every single student.” 

“You need to charm the school instead,” you said as you pulled your head from the map and leaned over to check on the passage you’d go through afterwards “I’m not saying it will be easy but there must be a way to tap into Hogwarts’ magic,” you said then “That or you charm the Hogwarts Express, since everyone goes through the Hogwarts Express at least once.” 

Remus turned to you with his eyes wide open “That’s actually brilliant!” 

You turned to him with a small proud smile “Thank you,” and shot him a small wink. By then, the two of you were already reaching the small statue. “All right, at the count of three, you placed your hand on the frog and rub, deal?” you asked, looking at him with a smile. 

He looked at you incredulously “you want me to rub the frog?“

You nodded “I know, It’s weird, I thought that too, but trust me,” you said with a smile, and how could he not?  He placed his hand on the frog “I’m gonna place my hand on top,” you warned before gently sitting your hand over his, he almost melted right then and there. “Go ahead then–“ 

He rubbed the frog, and it swallowed the two of you this time, you tried to land on your feet like you had done on your way out earlier that day, but you didn’t think how much more complicated it would be to do it with someone else also being inside the passage so instead you tripped over Remus’ long legs and the invisibility cloak. By the time you were falling over the small room, he was the first one on the ground, you fell on top closely behind, gravity and the force of the frog having your lips crashing against the corner of his. 

“Ugh sorry,” you said as you used your good arm to prompt yourself up and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of your sweater, you were certain some of your saliva had ended up rubbing all over the poor boy’s face, even if you couldn’t see shit. Remus was thankful the place was so dark because if you had actually seen how red he’d gotten, you probably would’ve started to realise that something was off. 

“It’s fine,” he said, grabbing your arm gently to stop it from rubbing into his face, he licked his lips, you still tasted exactly like you had at Marlene’s party. He felt bIood start to rush down, and coughed, moving his face to the side “Would you mind getting off, though?” 

“Sorry,” you repeated, lifting yourself and standing all together. You extended your hand for him to grab as soon as you were up. You still barely made the figure of him on the floor, but you were sure he saw a lot better, since only seconds later he grabbed your hand, and started to stand as well. 

“Your shoulder ok?”

You rolled it over “Yeah, fell on my chest,” you said. Yeah, I noticed, he thought, but didn’t say a thing “And you broke most of the fall. Are you okay?” 

He nodded, then remembered you probably couldn’t see it, “Yeah, totally.” 

You pulled your wand from your pocket then using a very controlled version of incendio to turn on the kerosene lantern in the corner, but when you did, several other candles, one by one, started to turn on all over the room, and then out of a small phonograph started playing soft, sexy music. You looked around, taking the whole place in, and when you realised what was going on, you broke into a laugh. 

Remus started laughing right afterwards, the whole situation was so hilarious to you that you straight up bent down, placing a hand on the table to keep yourself standing. You felt Remus place his hand over your upper back as he too tried to hold himself up “Wouldn’t have assumed Richie to be such a romantic,” you said as you tried to regain your breath.

“What?! But he had a whole love triangle going on,” Remus told you, he was also trying to regain his breath “He was a total heartbreaker at his time.”

You gasped “Wait really?” 

“Yeah, heard some other ghosts talking about him.” 

“You really do learn something new every day,” you said, finally standing up straight, and pointing at the old phonograph, it stopped playing instantly. Good riddance, whatever version of spicy 1800s sexy music Richie was into, wasn’t vibing with you.

Remus was relieved that the laughing had made you just as red as him, you were as flushed as each other now, just for different reasons. You took a few more deep breaths and stood in front of the table, casually walking over to him and pulling the book from his bag, still panting a little.  You had done it with such a naturality, such confidence as you invaded his personal space that he almost thought you were Sirius for a second. 

You opened the book on the table and started looking for the potion you’d be brewing, taking out some of the ingredients from your backpack as he busied himself pulling the stuff from his own shoulder bag. Once you had all the stuff you’d brought on the table you walked over to the small potions cupboard Richie had left in the corner of the small room. 

“You think this place is soundproof?” he asked. 

“Well, if it really was Richie’s make-out room, and if he even had a phonograph, I’d say it’d make sense for it to be soundproof,” you said diverted “Why, wanna bring Alice over?” you added with a cheeky smile. 

Who?!, he almost asked, before remembering what an ass he was for even thinking it, “It’s your secret spot, I’d never.” 

“Technically It’s Richie’s,” you said with a shrug. “But I’d let you.” 

“I still wouldn’t want to,” he said then, almost too quickly, “It’s ours,” he mumbled almost to himself, you’d taken him there, he was not going to take any other girl, or boy for that matter. Either way, the only boy he’d want to take there would be Sirius, and you’d probably take him there eventually either way. 

“Oh, he has some good stuff here,” you said as you continued checking, distracting yourself with some of the vials and flasks in the corner of the room “You think these can expire?” 

He turned to you “Uhm… Haven’t they been here since the 1800s…” 

“Mid 1800s,” you corrected “Like… 150 years ago.”

“Right…” Remus said, “I mean I guess the dried stuff wouldn’t actually expire,” he shrugged, “Pass me the small cauldron, would you?” he asked. You grabbed it from the corner, using both hands when you realised it was heavier than you expected “BIoody hell what did they make them with back then?” 

“Cast Iron,” he said as he walked towards you and pulled it from your grasp with one hand, carefully sitting it on top of the table. You narrowed your eyes at him, slightly jealous of his werewolf strength. “You brought the measuring cups, yeah?” 

You nodded and pulled them out of your bag before handing them over to him, and turning back to the section with the vials “We’ve also got this,” you said as you pulled a small weight scale from the cupboard “They’re meant to be more accurate.” 

“They are,” he agreed as he extended his hand to take it from yours. You kept exploring the ingredients on the cupboard as he measured. You found a few interesting things, along with Richie’s very own pot of Spider Venom’s Essence. Except this one had evaporated with time and was a way thicker liquid –like molasses- pooling at the bottom of the vase, while the one you’d gotten from Slughorn’s was syrupy, like a serum. You unclogged the corkscrew at the top and leaned it towards your nose. 

“Wait, hold up!” Remus said, but it had been too late, you had already gotten a whiff, and then you felt it, thousands of tiny feet crawling all over your skin, you shivered, closing your eyes shut as you hoped for the feeling to go away. You knew it was because of what you had done, so you didn’t panic, but your knowledge did not make the experience any less excruciating. You were sure you were flinching every couple of seconds as you felt Remus approach. 

He placed his hand over your good shoulder and you flinched again, “Here, drink this,” he said. You did as told, slowly the crawling started to go away. Remus still had his hand on your shoulder and was looking at you with a concentrated expression “Better?”

You nodded “Almost gone,” you said as you shivered one last time. “I was so not expecting that,” you said “What did I drink?” 

“Water and a bit of Webbane,” he said. “Yook it when you told me to grab the essence, I thought it could be useful…” 

You looked at him bemused “That was a brilliant call,” you said as you rolled your good shoulder to try and get the last bit of the crawling to go away, he finally pulled his hand away, just after he felt the way your muscles shifted underneath his hand.“How did you know?” 

“We were gonna use it once for a different prank, Peter did the exact same thing you just did, and he was whining about the crawling for like 2 hours. We investigated how to contrarrestar it afterwards.” 

You gasped “You’re telling me I would have gone through two hours of that if it hadn’t been for you?!?”

He shrugged, “Probably more, that thing looks really freaking potent.” 

You shivered just at the idea “Thank you, my saviour,” you said, he chuckled at your nickname. 

“You’re welcome,” he said with a little proud smile “Come on, let’s get back to work, we don’t have much time.” 

“We’ve got all night,” you said as you walked next to him and picked one of the ingredients at the bottom of the list to measure from bottom to top while he did the opposite. It’s something you had done many times before in classes. You had developed it to be faster in the measuring process and get on with the potion-making before most of the other teams. Your speed and precision always got you and Remus praises from Slughorn. 

“I’d rather get some sleep, tomorrow we’ll actually stay up all night setting everything up.” 

“I’m sure we won’t take too long,” you said. 

Unfortunately, the potion had a lot of rather precise steps and worse of all, long waiting times in between ingredients. You had laid your head down on the table, toying with a tiny little crystal globe that you had picked from one of the shelves, rolling back and forth, over your fingers and then side to side. Remus, who was actually sitting on a small stool you’d found and decided to take turns to use, leaned over his arms on the table, looking ahead at some of the books, and checking his wristwatch every couple of minutes. 

“How much longer till the Puffskein puff dust?” you asked with a yawn. 

“10 more minutes,” he responded, “then another 15 ‘till we can add the hairs from a nervous niffler,” he said, checking his clock one last time. And then looked at you, you were still rolling the little globe in your hands, carefully brushing your fingers around the small ball, with rather elegant hand movements, he stared straight at your hands. He was thinking of how delicate they looked, small and adorable, especially compared to his own, coated with scars.Remus suddenly felt a little self-conscious and shifted in his seat, pulling his hands under the table, you turned to him at the sudden movement, your eyes focusing on his “Do you want to play with it?” you asked as you picked the globe up and turned it in your hand. 

He shook his head in response “I was just looking at the way you were moving your hands,” he admitted “It was rather effortlessly elegant.” 

You shot your eyebrows up “You think?” you asked “I really liked going to the ballet when I was younger, maybe some of their movements stuck,” you said with a shrug, perhaps that was another reason you had been so drawn to Nighshade at the beginning, she moved like the dancers you so enjoyed looking at. 

He leaned his head on his hand again, turning to look at you instead “Did you ever do ballet?” 

You shook your head “Dad wouldn’t let me, said it was too much of a fairy thing to try out.” 

“And he doesn’t like fairies because…?” 

“My grandma’s half-fairy,” you said casually, “tho my parents have been trying to hide that from everyone since like forever.” 

“So you’re not actually a pure-bIood?” He asked, trying to hide his surprise. 

You shook your head with a tight-lipped smile “Never have been. But since Dad wanted to secure his place in the ministry and all those political things, he decided to keep the fact that he married someone that wasn’t actually pure bIood a secret.” 

“But that– Oh…” he said as if something dawned on him. “That’s why you’re so freaking charming and pretty, you’re part Fairy!” he said, not quite thinking before speaking. You looked at him with a surprised, slightly teasing expression “I didn’t- I mean…” 

You smiled a little wider at his sudden bashfulness and then burst into a laugh, “I too think you’re pretty Remus,” you said in between chuckles. 

He looked at you half surprised, and then shook his head sheepishly “‘m not.” 

“Well, I think you are and you cannot change my mind,” you said with a shrug, “catch this one,” you said as you rolled the crystal globe towards him, he caught it with ease.

She thinks I’m pretty. 

“What does it feel like to be part fairy?” he asked. 

“Normal,” you said with a shrug “What does it feel to be a werewolf?” 

“Take a guess,” he told you with an arched eyebrow and a very sarcastic tone.

“I mean… yeah, full moon’s shit. But in other times,” you said, “I’ve seen you, you have really good senses, you see better in the dark, you’re a lot stronger, you heal faster…” 

“Seems like you’ve been paying waaay too much attention to me,” he teased. 

“You’re my best friend, of course I would,” you said simply. Then the last drop of sand fell on the hourglass and it emitted a soft chiming sound. 

You stood straight and walked towards the small cauldron next to the boy. Placing the Puffskein puff dust on it and carefully mixing the ingredients clockwise, when you were done you flipped the hourglass again and walked back around the chair and the boy, sitting on the table this time, letting your feet dangle like you had done when you talked to Richie. 

“If you want the stool I can–” he said as he shuffled in his seat.

You shook your head “-Nah I’m fine,” you said as you looked at the ceiling and let yourself fall on the table, slowly so you wouldn’t disturb the potion, your skirt rode up a little and Remus forced himself to look at your face, but the way your hair had sprawled all over as you laid in the table wasn’t helping him either. You then dipped your hand in your pockets and took out a bar of chocolate.

“Want some?” you said as you broke the bar in half and extended your hands towards him. 

He smiled “Of course,” he said and grabbed the piece, his hand brushing over yours just slightly. He did it on purpose, he wanted to feel your hands, the way you moved the globe had been tempting enough. “You know I’d never refuse a chocolate.” 

You smiled “Even less if it’s Honyduke’s,” you said with a smile, he just chuckled in response. 

That night Remus and you talked about nothing and everything all at once, he told you about his parents, about his father being against werewolves and how the retaliation of that had ended up in his furry little problem. You told him about your old school, about your family, about the time you met Sirius. Although he had already heard the story, he was interested to hear it from your point of view instead of Sirius’. All the while you’d carefully measure and add the ingredients on the potion. You talked about school and classes and he told you some of the pranks they had done before, all the different ways they’d gotten caught, just for you to be careful tomorrow night. 

“You think we can use this one instead?” you asked as you grabbed the thicker and older version of Spider venom essence.

He had his head turned towards the caldron and looked at you through his lashes, yeah there was no question about it, Remus John Lupin was pretty. “You think it’s a good idea?” 

You shrugged “Could make it a bit more potent?” 

Remus laughed, “If you want to do it, we’ll do it.” 

You shook your head “I don’t want to actually hurt them, though.” 

“SVE is not poisonous, can’t actually hurt anyone unless it’s combined with something else. It will make you feel miserable for a couple of hours depending on the portion thought.” 

“You think it’s a good idea?” 

“This is your revenge plan sweetheart, your call.” You had a brief flashback to Richie calling you that, it didn’t sound the same way as it did from Remus’ lips. In fact, you’d go as far as to say that when Remus said it, it… sounded right. “So…?” 

You looked at the vial in your hands and then turned to him, a mischievous smile dancing on your lips “Let’s do it.” 

It must have been like three a.m. when the potion was finally ready. You had to retrace your steps, going back to Slughorn’s to return all the ingredient bottles and cover your own tracks. Both you and Remus were careful enough to wipe all the bottles clean since you had talked about detective novels and fingerprints earlier that night. Finally, you went back to your rooms, he walked you all the way to your door and gave you one of the potions you’d brewed, the one that you’d have to use the next morning. He kept the ones you’d be using at night. 

“See you tomorrow,” you whispered, leaning onto him so that it would be barely audible and then sneaked inside of your room. 

When the door slowly and silently closed behind you, Remus sighed, letting out a long breath he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding so far. Then he shut his eyes and crouched on the floor, taking deep breaths as he tried to process everything that had gone through his mind that night. He was sure he was going crazy, must have been consumed by greed. How was it possible for him to fall in love with not one but two of his best friends? At once?!?!  

Friday, November 26th, 1976

Later that morning you’d been the first one to wake, and because of the prank, there was no way either of you skipped your morning rides since you all wanted to appear as natural as possible. Regardless of the fact that you had actually gone, James had developed a couple of tactics so that it only looked like you were practising really hard, by screaming and telling you to do laps while the three of you hid behind one of the towers or something. You basically made a huge show of it. And when you went back to the castle you were all laughing. You took the quickest shower of your life and walked straight downstairs. 

This was going to be one of the most crucial parts of the mission, and they had trusted you with it. You took a deep breath and used your wand to rub the pear at the entrance of the kitchens. “Have you seen Nimbletwist?” you asked one of the elves who shook his head in response. You sighed and continued asking around the elves frantically, but neither of them knew where Nimbletwist was. Which was logical since you knew she had been commissioned to the Owlery all week. 

But as you continued walking around the kitchen frantically, you started to lay small portions of the liquid you had hidden in your left sleeve onto every single one of the water, juice and even wine vases available. It was a relaxing potion, similar to the one Remus drank, but with a longer release time, which meant, every single person in the castle would have a very swell and relaxing day. And –and this is where the catch was– they would also sleep like a log. 

The best part is that this particular potion was untraceable since there was no smell nor taste to it, and no one in the castle would be affected by it, at least no more than accidentally falling asleep in a class because they drank too much orange juice in the morning. Once you were sure you’d placed drops of the potion all over the drinks, you hid a smile that was tempting to creep up your face and turned to yet another elf, one that you knew hung out with Nimbletwist often. 

“Haven’t you seen her?” You asked the small elf with an innocent tone.

“Her? You mean Nimbletwist master?” he asked in a squeaky voice. You nodded, and he shook his head in response “Pebblier hasn't been spotting Nimbletwist because she isn't in the kitchens anymore. Nimbletwist has been labouring in another location all week.” 

“She has?” you asked with a bit of a frown and a gasp, selling damn well your false surprise “And here I was making trouble all over the kitchen while looking for her…” you added with a small pout and a slightly dejected look.

“You hasn’t been making any ruckus master,” Pebblier said “We house elves enjoy yer company, in the kitchens. You’s a very kind witch.” 

You swallowed, feeling a little bad for having tricked them all to get the prank going, but it really was a harmless thing, so even if you had tricked them, you were sure they wouldn’t find trouble because of it. So you managed to smile awkwardly, trying to think of ways in which you’d make it up to them. “Thank you Pebblier, you’re very kind yourself.” 

The small house elf smiled and gave you a thumbs up, walking alongside you towards the exit as he told you about the lemon pie recipe he had been working on the past week. He said it’d be available the next day as a special little treat. He also asked where exactly on the table you sat so he could send one up right where you were and you could make sure to size a slice. Nimbletwist had told him how much you liked pie at some point, and he was rather eager to have you try it.

You wondered how it was possible that Hogwarts house-elves were so nice in comparison to the one in your house, or the one in Sirius’, whom he had told you about. 

Once out of the kitchen you walked straight upstairs and sat alongside the girls “No conspiratory plotting in the morning,” you had advised them, which is why James suggested that you sit with the girls instead of them, so even if something went wrong in the end, you had an alibi. And you all had already prepared your alibis for the night too. Remus had told everyone he’d be studying late in the library, and everyone knew when he studied late, he often found a small little nook somewhere where he wouldn’t be bothered by anybody. Sometimes people even thought they saw him in the library even if he hadn’t been there from how often he did it, so it was perfect. 

You and Sirius had planned a “date”, you’d told everyone you’d be walking together by the lake that evening, and you’d even convinced Tom, who you knew was going to be practising apparitions on the grounds, to tell people he had seen you there. Tom, being Tom, had just given you a cheeky smile, a suggestive look and said “I’ve got you covered,” with a rather exaggerated wink. 

James and Peter would hang out in the Gryffindor common room for a while and then head up to their room with the excuse that James wanted to be well-rested since he had to start preparing his mind and body for the game against Gryffindor that Sunday. They’d planned to make a very loud exit and make sure that at least ten people saw them leave. Once they were in their room, they would use Sirius’ record player to play some snoring and their own voices filmed in between. That way if anyone passed by when it was still early, it would sound like they really were in the room, even if by then, they would have already put on the cloak and left. 

Once in your place at the table, you turned in the direction of the boys, looking at each of them straight in the eye and raising your goblet filled with water. Sirius smiled, you winked at him. And after smiling back at the girls, you placed the goblet back onto the table, without drinking a drop. That was the signal the boys were waiting for, they too gave a small toast in between themselves,  empty goblets in hand clashing against each other. 

Later that night on divination you were sitting next to James when you realised one of the Ravenclaw girls, who normally paid attention, was falling asleep as the Professor went on and on about the qualities of reading divination balls. Others were so dazed as they stared at their crystal balls, that they might as well have been asleep altogether. 

You snickered as you pointed at Quentin Finchley, a Ravenclaw boy who was practically snoring in the back. 

James rolled his eyes and whispered, “Look at what you did Vixen, you’ve plummeted the GPA of the Ravenclaws for your little vendetta.” 

“Shut it Prongs, it’s not as if this part of the plan hadn’t been your idea.” 

He just shrugged “Might have been. But remind me again who went around the kitchen tricking all the poor elves?” 

You elbowed him playfully on the side, ready to continue your little quarrell when you noticed Spellman turning to you with a heavy stare. You gulped and stood straighter, prompting James to look at the crystal ball, as if that had been the thing you had been talking about from the very beginning. 

After divination, you had Magical Theory, where you both worked on your glasses until they were ready. You still had to work on the presentation and on the written section of the design, but the teacher had been so impressed with how fast you’d managed to make your item work that he prompted you to also work on another of your ideas.  He said he’d give you an extra mark on your grades for the second part of the school year if you did. 

All thought both you and James had whined about it when he was gone –since you’d had much more work to do– you were pretty excited about the fact that you’d get to work on one of the other ideas, especially some of those long-distance communication items inspired by muggle technology, you thought they could be extra useful for the break, to keep in contact with each other. 

After class was over, the plan finally went into motion. You had decided you’d all meet inside some of the passageways. That way you could each use your own little entrance and reduce the risk of being found out. After dinner, you went straight to the entrance that Remus had shown you on your first day since it was the closest to the Dining Hall and the path you knew best. 

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[suckerforcate]

A little too much Alcohol Pt.2

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 746

Warning: none

A/n: Part 1, this might be shit, sorry. I wrote half of it at the airport and the other half in a Pub. Also I'm so sorry for the lack of fanfics atm, I have so much to do!😭

Waking up, you immediately felt like someone was trying to drill through your head. Thankful for the glass of water at your side, you gulped it down in one. The sunlight that fell through your window made your head sting, and you hastily pulled the curtains close.

Today wouldn't be too active. You just wished to stay in bed and sleep through your immense hangover. No matter how hard you tried, the memory of the last evening didn't seem to come. Instead, your headache just seemed to get worse, so you gave up and crawled back into bed.

You had nearly drifted back to sleep as you heard someone open the door. The steps were light and yet firm. You immediately recognised them as Brienne's. Feeling safe with her, you stayed in your current position. Back turned towards her, nuzzled into the sheets. You felt the bed dip down a little as she sat down and soon a warm, soft hand stroked your shoulder. She lightly pulled at your shoulder, as to make you turn to face her. You obeyed.

Brienne smiled at you warmly, leaning down a bit to place a soft kiss on your lips.

"Morning, little Chatterbox." You hid your face under the covers, embarrassed. You had already assumed, that you had talked a lot. Probably a lot of embarrassing and stupid stuff. You always did when you were drunk. Which didn't often happen, which explains why you had never been this drunk. So you imagined it must have been horrible. Like someone vomiting words.

"What did I say?" You mumbled through the fabric, peaking over it with one eye.

"It's nothing- just..." you could see Brienne was searching for words, that didn't happen often. And she was lying, which also didn't happen often. What on earth had you done?

"Brienne, I know you're lying. Spit it out." You sat up straight, looking at her seriously. Why was she so strange about this matter? You could imagine having said anything hurtful. Because: drunken words are sober thoughts. And you had never, ever had one bad thought about Brienne.

Brienne saw the panic in your eyes, and however hard it was for her to understand why. She knew you never wanted to hurt her.

"It wasn't anything bad, don't worry. It's just-" She sighed, looking down a little embarrassed herself.

"You said that I was really tall. And then- you didn't realise you were talking to me- then I thought you would say something insulting, but... You said it was hot." She nearly whispered the last part, and you had to lean in a little to understand her. Taken aback, you lean against the headboard. Staring at her, you tried really hard to keep your laugh in, and failed miserably. A deep, throaty laugh escaped you as your head fell against the wall.

Brienne was too stunned to speak, her eyebrows furrowed a bit. You quickly grabbed her hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

"I'm sorry, Brienne. But that's not what I expected, I thought I had insulted you or- I don't know. That's just the blant truth." Her eyes shot up, looking at you surprised.

"Oh, don't look so confused. I thought you knew. I love it when you tower over me, it's so hot, and it makes my knees go weak. Honestly, you can't be so oblivious." Brienne shyly looked at you. The revelation hit you like a truck. Right in the face. She was. She absolutely was that oblivious.

Leaning forward a little, you tilted her chin up. You cupped her cheek and pulled her closer to you. Her lips on yours erupted butterflies in your stomach. It was one of those kisses that could make you nervous and shy, even if you had been married for twenty years.

Slightly pulling back, you leaned your forehead against hers. Her eyes were shut, her breathing was ragged. You knew she was on the verge of tears.

"Brienne, my beautiful girl. I always thought you knew how mesmerised I am by you. I don't just think you're beautiful, you make my heart skip, my breath hitch. I never want you to second guess how much I love you and how stunning I think you are. Understand?" A single tear escaped and ran down Brienne's cheek. You gently brushed it away, and placed your lips on hers.

"And now, lay down and keep quiet. I have the headache of a century." Brienne lightly chuckled and obliged.

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[fckyouiwontdowhatyoutellme]

Okay. Fuck it. I said I'll get it done until the weekend but considering I'll make it into 3 parts now, have part 2 of 'Sanji having a tattoo and Zoro being super normal about it' before writers block kicks my ass again.

Pt. 1 can be found here

This part gets a bit horny and also kinda emotional....at least as emotional as these idiots can get. Enjoy😊

For a few moments the bathroom was silent enough to hear a pin drop. Then hell broke loose, or rather Sanji broke loose. With a kick to Zoro's stomach he tried getting the green haired man off him.

"The hell is wrong with you? Did all that moss on your head finally grow into your brain or what?!" he screamed. But the swordsman didn't move, eyes fixed on the tattoo. Sanji cleared his throat, aiming for another kick. "Mosshead, I'm talking to you!" he tried wriggling free but it was no use. Zoro still held both his hands in an iron grip with one hand, while the other reached out towards his chest as if the sentient seaweed was in a trance, unfamiliar gently tracing over the rose. It took everything in Sanji not to shiver at this.

"You know..." Zoro started, his fingers still tracing over the tattoo. "I really hoped you weren't that dumb. Tattooing some random girl's name, fucking stupid!" as soon as the last word left Zoro's mouth, he found himself splashing backwards into the bathtub. Maybe he should have seen that one coming. "Bet her reaction was comparable to yours right now, am I right?" Zoro asked as he hoisted himself upon the ledge of the tub. The shitty cook made an angry noise at that, stomping over to the swordsman.

Crossing his arms Sanji gave Zoro an angry stare. "What happened to asking about it like a good boy, huh? Instead you barge in here like a perv and assume you know shit about what I conciously put on my body! I didn't know what I expected from someone who only has alcohol poisoned moss for brains, but it certainly wasn't this!" he yelled, contemplating to just kick the shitty swordsman back into the tub. At least that would take care of his personal hygiene. Already raising his leg towards his opponents head, he noticed that the shithead wasn't even looking at him anymore. Ignorant bastard. Instead the green haired idiot was staring towards the ceiling and was that a blush on his cheeks? For a moment Sanji wanted to blame that on the overall temperature inside the bathroom, then he finally realised that he was still entirely naked and the swordsman literally had a front row seat to see his dick right now.

As soon as the shitty cook raised his leg towards Zoro, all thoughts left his brain. This sight was better than anything his imagination ever produced. Long legs still dripping with water, muscles flexing, ready to deliver a painful kick. He wished to feel them wrapped around himself, to mark them up with bites, kiss along them up to...No. As much as he wanted to appreciate those powerful thighs and everything between them some more, this was not the right moment. It took all his willpower to look at the ceiling instead of the very exposed cook infront of him. Why did he even go through with this stupid idea? He should just walk out and forget this ever happened, the cook wouldn't let him live it down anyway. Speak of the devil, said shitty cook shook out of his momentary stupor to grab Zoro's chin and force him back to eye level with himself. "First of all, my eyes are here mon chou" he almost purred with newfound confidence and Zoro felt heat curl in his stomach. "And second, you still haven't asked to see me like this, it's not that hard...unlike you".

Sanji didn't really know what he expected from teasing the mossball or where he took his sudden confidence from but he was still surprised when a callussed hand grabbed his wrist and a dangerous growl escaped the swordsman. "Don't fucking talk to me like that! I'm none of your hopeless flirts curlybrows!" he hissed, guiding Sanji's hand aways from his face. "I've already seen it now so there's no need to ask anyways!" Zoro sounded different as he said that, tho Sanji couldn't quite pinpoint why. This entire situation was too weird for them to think about such little details now. He never thought the swordsman would stoop as low as this just to see his tattoo. But here he sat infront of Sanji dripping wet and with a very visible boner. This was the weirdest thing of all and the blond had to dig very deep through his memories to not match the swordsman in his compromising position (For once he was glad to have seen his old man in the rattiest pair of underwear known to mankind). He wouldn't give the mosshead that satisfaction. Not yet at least. For now he wanted to sort through this mess that startet shortly after he joined the Strawhats and maybe finally tell the truth about the name over his heart. The swordsman didn't seem to buy the lie of Sanji getting the name tattooed for a random girl, so truth it had to be. Goddamn shitty marimo and the things his presence did to Sanji. He needed a cigarette. Or three. For now he settled on a deep sigh.

"Alright marimo, this is ridiculous even for us. Take care of your little problem and then find me in the galley. If I'm gonna tell you about this, at least I wanna wear pants" with that the cook yanked his hand out of Zoro's grip and made his way out the door. Zoro sighed. The love cook was right. This whole thing was ridiculous. The only thing he himself got out of it was the most embarrasing boner of his life and uncomfortably cliging wet clothes. He waited until he heard Sanji's steps retreat, then quickly took care of the problem in his pants. After cleaning himself as good as possible and wringing out his clothes he made his way to the galley. Hopefully all this shit was worth it, he just wanted to know wich poor girl was forever stamped on the cook's chest and if it was something he could use against him. With a teasing grin Zoro swung open the galley door. "So, who's the unlucky lady on your chest curlybrows?" he asked and settled on the couch. The cook already looked ready to kick him again and took a long drag of his cigarette. Oh this would be a fun story to hear.

"Will you finally stop with that assumptions you shithead? And maybe apologize first for spying on me" Sanji hoped he could stall for a bit, still contemplating to tell Mossball the same lie as anyone else. But he said it himself. He knew Sanji wasn't stupid enough to do something like this. And why was that idiot so determined to see it anyways. That was the question that drove Sanji insane the most. "Well shitty swordsman? I'm not hearing an apology and why are you so dead set on seeing my tattoo anyways, hm?" if he was to answer the swordsman, he also had some things to explain first. Sanji watched the still slightly wet marimo opening and closing his mouth like a fish, all while looking like doing the hardest mental gymnastics. Maybe it was mean to force Zoro into telling, considering he didn't like to talk about personal things. No. No, for once he had to explain himself no matter how uncomfortable it made him. Sanji was right there with him anyways. After a while, Zoro finally decided to speak.

"Well, I was just curious I think" he managed to get out. It was only half the truth but he wasn't ready to tell the shitcook the entire reason why. Zoro's eyes flicked around the kitchen, he couldn't look at the blond in front of him. Not when the images from the bathroom were still fresh in his mind. He never thought to see the cook like this close up and it was a sight to behold. Nope. Full stop. That train of thought had to wait until this conversation was over. He wished he could stand up and get some Sake, that always made talking easier. But noticing the ashtray on the counter filled with cigarette butts he at least knew he wasn't alone in his nervousness.

Sanji sighed. "Curious? That's what you call spying on me in the shower? I'd call it being a creep" he said pointing his cigarette at Zoro.

"If anyone's a creep it's definetly you curls. Seeing as you got some random girl's name tattooed" Zoro grumbled out, not caring for the shitty cook's sharp intake of breath.

"Will you stop with that? Have you even considered that it could not be a random girl?" Sanji had a hard time trying to keep his voice calm.

Zoro huffed out a half hearted laugh. "Well then, enlighten me cook! I already asked you once but you didn't answer me. So go ahead, now is the time"

"First off: you were drunk off your ass when you asked me, I doubt you'd even remember it if I told you back then. Second: unless you apologize, I won't tell you shit!" by now Sanji didn't even care if he was yelling. Sometimes that was the only way of communication the mossball infront of him understood.

"Fine shit cook! I'm sorry for being curious about your stupid tattoo! Now tell me who the poor girl on your chest is" Zoro yelled back and narrowly escaped another kick aimed at him.

Sanji took another deep breath. The mossball had sort of apologized and he was getting tired of his stupid assumptions, so now it was all or nothing. "It's my mother's name, shithead!" he said in a calm and measured tone that even surprised himself.

That left Zoro stunned. He blinked, opened his mouth, blinked again and closed his mouth.

Sanji took the last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out in the overflowing ashtray. "Bet that never crossed your mind, eh marimo?" he asked looking at a still very much speechless Zoro that looked like he was questioning his entire being right now. It made him kinda nervous. Sanji never thought that the first person, besides Zeff, to know about his tattoo would be the stupid moss haired swordsman that is Roronoa Zoro. He basically bared a part of his soul to the one person he knew could destroy him with this knowledge.

After a few more seconds that felt like hours, Zoro finally found his voice again. "Shit, curls....'m sorry" he mumbled, looking anywhere but the cook. Feeling his curiosity come back he added: " Why didn't you tell the others?".

Sanji leaned against the counter, already fumbling with his next cigarette. "Dunno, they never questioned my cover story. I'm sure at least Robin-chan and Nami-san know it's not the truth but they never pressured me for an answer, unlike you dumbass." he chuckled. "The others would probably never believe you if you told them what I told you"

Zoro nodded. "Wouldn't have told them anyways" he said, decidedly not acknowledging the cook's provokation. Sure curlybrows mostly was an idiot but that didn't mean Zoro would tell his secret to everyone. He still had some sense of honor.

"Thanks, mon chou" the words fell out of Sanji's mouth before he could stop himself, mentally cursing the unusual fond tone of his voice. He blamed the weird time of night for it and hoped Zoro would ignore it like his jab towards him. Unfortunately luck wasn't on his side.

"Anytime curls, thanks for trusting me with that" came Zoro's equally fond reply. The atmosphere between him and the cook was weird enough anyways, so what. The blond lowered his guard, so Zoro could too even tho he didn't like how mushy he sounded. Like a lovesick teenager, wich was technically the truth but he didn't really want to put that kind of feeling into the conversation right now and risk making things even weirder. So he decided to test his luck, maybe the cook would tell him some more. "How was she? Your mom, I mean" he asked, playing with the hem of his still damp shirt. Sanji looked at him like he'd grown three heads.

"Why the sudden interest in my family mossball?" Sanji asked. That question was decidedly too personal for the two of them and considering he wanted to keep his family history hidden from the world. His crew knew enough about him already. Zoro just shrugged at him. "Well marimo, I'm still mad at you for what happened in the shower so why should I tell you? Also it's late, I have to get up early and I believe you still have a night watch to get back to" with that he made his way to the door, running away from the question like a coward. "Good night!" he added before leaving the galley.

Zoro was left sitting on the couch, suddely very aware of his damp clinging clothes and the ruined moment between him and the cook. Damn this pretty blond bastard and his ability to scramble everything in Zoro's brain. And damn Zoro too for handling emotional matters with the grace of a bull in a china shop. Grumbling about Sanji and himself he made his way back to the crows nest where he stewed in his thoughts for the rest of the night.

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[fizzing-imagines]

Carrie | Gareth Emerson x Girly! Cheerleader! Reader

Notes: This has been living in my head rent-free, so here y'all go

Warnings: None

Words: 2.3k

You had a guilty crush ever since you first saw him in class. It was very unlikely, at least your friends would say that. He loved D&D, was in a metal band, wore ripped clothes every day. But most of all; your friends couldn't stand his peer group. The Hellfire Club were called freaks by your friends daily, and although they didn't seem to care you always felt bad when you saw it happening. And it made you question if you'd even wanna be friends with them still but who else would you have? You didn't even have a chance with Gareth Emerson.

At least that's what you thought. One day, while you were rushing to history class, you crashed into Gareth, making his books fly everywhere. "Shit, I'm so sorry.", you said while helping him pick up his books. "I didn't mean to run into you, I'm running late." You profusely apologised while giving him his things. "Don't worry, it's fine.", he said to you. Everything fell into place that day, because you had a note with your landline number in your pocket. You kept one because you've felt sick that day and wanted to have it in case you needed to call your dad, but now you slipped it to him. Gareth noticed, and he gave you a questioning look. "I...I think you're cute.", you stuttered out before rushing off down the hall. And he stood there, note in hand and blushing profusely.

He called you the same evening. At first, your father picked up but handed the phone to you once Gareth said he wanted to call to make sure he didn't hurt you in the accident earlier. The two of you talked for a good while, laughing, genuinely laughing, and chatting about school. "Not every day a cheerleader calls me cute.", he said after a while. "I don't know what went through my head, I'm sorry. But I meant it." Your face was flushed red and even though he couldn't see it, he could hear it. "Don't apologise, I didn't mind.", he said. His lips formed a smirk when he heard you fumbling for your words. "Although I don't know if this is all a scam. Cheer squad hasn't been nice to me, like, ever." Oh yeah, that was your biggest concern. "Well, I'm not gonna pull a Carrie on you.", you said with a slight giggle. "(Y/N), popular cheerleaders, knows Carrie?", he said in an ironic tone, followed by a chuckle. "It's my favourite movie. Horror movies in general are my thing.". Gareth really didn't think about his words, it just spurted out: "Maybe we should watch it some time. As a date?" Once again you blushed, a deep shade of red this time. Did he actually just ask you out on a date? "Y-yeah. Yes, I'd like that. Really like that, actually." You were a stuttering mess and couldn't grasp the concept of him asking you out on a date. "Tomorrow, after school? My parents don't come home until eight, we can use the living room then." You nodded, then realised that he couldn't see you. "Y-yeah. Tomorrow after school sounds good." As it was already late, the two of you wished each other a good night and hung up.

Next morning, you carefully picked out your outfit for the day. Blue flared jeans, a pink spaghetti strap top, pink and white sneakers and some jewlery. In the end, you put your hair into a half up half down style with a pink bow on top. You thought you looked cute - and hoped Gareth would think the same. Once you ate breakfast and grabbed your bag, your father dropped you off at school. You met up with your friends on your way in, who gave you compliments for your outfit, and walked to your first class: Math. Lucky you, Gareth is in the same class. Once you walked into class and saw him in his seat you couldn't help but smile. He smiled back, looked you up and down, then started grinning. He did like it! Class went by fast, on your way out Gareth brushed your hand while passing by you. It made your heart beat faster and impatient for the afternoon. But just like math class, any other class flew by in no time. At lunch, Gareth couldn't stop looking over to you. Yes, you looked like the complete opposite of him but exactly that was what made you even cuter to him. Nobody at your table knew that you were a horror nerd who has a secret interest in anything paranormal, only him. They didn't know what he knew. Gareth loved that thought and grew just as impatient as you for the afternoon. A peanut to his face, followed by a "Earth to Gareth." from Eddie was what pulled him out of his thoughts. "What?", he asked with a confused face. "Jesus man, you were almost drooling at that cheerleade.", Jeff said while nudging his arm. "Cheerleader, huh?" Eddie smirked, then his head turned into your direction to see who he was looking at. "Don't make it obvious, man!", Gareth said as he threw the peanut back at Eddie's head. "Someone's got a crush.", Jeff teased with a snarky grin. "So what, she's nice." He had a feeling where this conversation was gonna go, and he didn't like it. "She hangs out with the basketball players, there is no nice.", Jeff said, now with a displeased facial expression. "Which one of them, anyways? They all look the same. Except Barbie over there." Gareth punched him lightly in the shoulder at that, giving away just who he liked from the cheer squad. "Her? Really?" The third Hellfire member at the table said. "She looks like a unicorn shit her out." Gareth rolled his eyes, now clearly annoyed by his friends. "Let him be man, you don't know her." Eddie said in his defence. Finally, someone with common sense.

After school, he waited at the exit for you. He realized you two never made out a place to meet up, so he thought the exit was his best chance. And he was right. Once you came out and saw him, a wide grin formed on your face. "Hey.", you said in an excited tone. "Hey.", he said back with a smile. "You look beautiful." You blushed at his compliment and stuttered out a "Thank you." before you two started walking to his house. Luckily, he lived 10 minutes away from school. What the two of you didn't realize that both, you and his friend groups, saw you two walking off and him taking your hand. But this wasn't relevant now, because him holding your hand made the butterflies in your stomach fly all around your body. Once you two arrived at his house, he told you to get complete in the living room while he grabbed the movie and some snacks. So you did, you sat down on one side of the couch and crossed your legs over one another. Gareth came back soon after, with two VHS, chips and some drinks in his hands. "I hope you like cherry coke.", he said while handing you a can. "I love cherry coke.", you replied with a smile while he put down the food on the living room table. He smiled back at you before holding the VHS up. "So, I have Carrie and I also have The Shining, which I think you've watched already." You nodded your head in agreement."I did, multiple times." His lips formed a grin at those words. "Great, so you wanna watch Carrie first? I also have Friday The 13th, Texas Chainsaw Massacre and The Exorcist if you prefer those." You giggled at his words while opening your can. "Came here for Carrie, but I'd love to watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre afterwards." Gareth nodded his head, put the VHS in and sat down on the couch, a few inches away from you. 10 minutes into the movie and he put his arm on the backrest of the couch. You knew what he was trying to do, so you scooted closer to him and leaned your head against his shoulder. He took it as his chance to put his arm around your shoulder and squeeze you a bit closer. It was so nice, you could barely concentrate on the movie with the feelings erupting inside you. Regardless, you remained like this, only moving sometimes to readjust your legs. At the end of the movie, neither of you wanted to get up to change the VHS. You were way too comfortable like this. It just felt natural - meant to be. "Gotta get up, (Y/N).", he said after a while. And he did, but not without you whining in protest. He thought it was the cutest thing ever. While he went to his room to grab Texas Chainsaw Massacre, you took the bow and ponytail out of your hair because it's gotten quite uncomfortable while having the back of your head leaned against his shoulder. And you could only imagine that it kept pressing into him. Once he came back downstairs and saw you with slightly messy hair, he thought you looked even cuter than before. "Got it.", he said while walking over to the TV. You smiled as you pulled your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around your legs while he was putting on the movie. A look on the clock in his living room told you that it was six already - only two more hours. That thought displeased you before being replaced by being happy that you even have two more hours. Once the movie started playing, Gareth sat back down next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder again. "I could roll you around like an egg when you sit like that.", he said with humor in his voice. You laughed at that "Try it.", you dared him. And he did. He moved you around from left to right, front to back, until you almost fell from the couch and held onto his shirt to not land on the rug underneath you. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist to not let you fall, holding you close to his body while profusely apologising. "Was that my payback for running into you yesterday?", you joked before laying your head down on his chest. His heartbeat was fast, you could hear it. He adjusted his legs, with one dangling off of the couch so you could lay down on top of him with your head still on his chest.

"This is really nice.", you mumbled as the credits rolled. Gareth hummed in agreement before letting out a yawn. "Tired, huh?", you asked him with a smirk. "Not of you, at least.", he responded. That comment made you blush, as if you haven't been laying on top of him for the past hour. "Wanna stay like this.", he mumbled before letting his right arm travel up to your head and carefully playing with your hair. "Me too.", you said back while relaxing under his touch. "But your parents are coming home soon." He hummed once more. "They won't mind, it's not like I've ever brought a girl over anyways.". You giggled, not wanting to think that that was actually true. "So no dates, no girlfriends, anything?", you asked in disbelief. "Nope, not one.", he sighted after those words. "You?" You thought about your words for a while. "Like, two boyfriends from the basketball team. Irregular dates sometimes, but all of them were so bad." Gareth chuckled a bit at those words. "I hope this one wasn't." You smiled and moved your head so you could look up to him. "Not at all."

The two of you kept having dates, usually at either your or his place. When Friday Fright came out, he took you out to watch it together. Eventually, the big confession happened.

You were laying on top of him, as you did on your first date, and decided to take your chance. It was now or never. "Gareth?", you asked while looking up to him. "Yes?", he said while looking down. "I...I like you. Like, really like you." Your face went red once again. And Gareth knew that what he was about to say was mean. "I don't." All colour left your face as you got up from him and sat down on the couch. To be precise, you were ready to cry. "I love you, actually.", he added quickly once he saw the tears dwelling in your eyes. You did start crying, but out of joy as you tackled him in a hug. "You're so mean!", you sobbed into his shirt while holding tightly onto him. "I'm sorry, princess.", he said before placing a kiss on your temple. There was still a chuckle in his voice, but he tried to hold it back. "I'm sorry, okay? I love you." You sniffled and whiped a few tears from your cheeks once you let go of him. He whiped the remaining tears from your face while looking into your eyes. "I love you, too.", you mumbled after a while. Gareth smiled, then leaned forward a bit to see if you'd do the same. He has kissed you on your forehead, cheek and top of the head before, but this would be your first real kiss. And also his first kiss. He wanted it to be perfect. Lucky him, you leaned forward as well, closing the gap between you two and kissing him. You leaned back onto him, making him lay down on the couch again as you got completely on his lap while still kissing Gareth. It was you who broke the kiss after a while and resulting in you starring into his eyes. "Can't believe you're my boyfriend.", you mumbled with a smile on your face. "Me neither.", he responded, grinning like an idiot. You leaned into him once more and kissed him again.

The two of you ended up being the most unlikely couple at Hawkins High.

#gareth emerson #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson fluff #gareth stranger things

[naavispider]

could you write a short where quaritch fully accepts his human form and goes back to his old ways of bombing and killing only because spider exists? so he accepts his human memories as denying them would be denying spider and hes the only thing that matters to him. I’ve seen so many fics where Recom quaritch is seen as the better alternative. But I’d love to see recom quaritch be evil and irredeemable and not even spider can do anything to stop him.

TLDR: evil recom quaritch who is only evil bc he accepts his human memories as they are the last thing he has of spider.

“What’s your name, kid?”

He had an inkling… Not that he knew it, but his brain had already started to connect the look of the boy’s face - the shape of his cheekbones, the colour of his eyes - to the woman he had once loved. 

“Spider,” the boy said. Quaritch let out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he was holding. 

“Socorro.”

It was like the floor had been pulled out from under him. Like he was now left floating around in the dark, fumbling, trying to work out how exactly his world had just changed forever. 

He dropped to one knee, the better to see the boy in front of him. He didn’t know if he could get the confirmation out. “Miles?” 

Quaritch knew it. He could see it in the boy’s face. He could see it in the way the kid that called himself ‘Spider’ immediately schooled his expression, the hardened lines forming around his eyes and mouth. He knew it before the boy spoke again. 

“Nobody calls me that.”

It was him. 

It was Miles. 

The one good thing that Quaritch had ever been able to produce. The one whole and pure thing that he had put into the world. Quaritch wasn’t yet fully attuned to his new body, so the rush of emotion initially surprised him. Was he about to have a heart attack? His heart was thumping so hard and fast it surely wasn’t natural - for human or Na’vi. There was some other sensation as well… some sort of swelling in his chest. Was it some kind of build up of fluid? Had his blood pressure burst some internal organ he wasn’t aware he possessed? Shit. 

“What are we doing here, Colonel?” Lyle asked. It sounded so far away, though his right hand man was standing only a foot beside him. 

In that moment, he realised. What are we doing?

We’re fighting this goddamn war anyway we know how. 

He called in to Ardmore to arrange a pick up, taking both his son and the Sully kids with them. The reintroduction of Miles Socorro into his life was both unexpected and useful. It gave him a purpose where he had none before. 

He’d never admit that without Miles, he was just the RDA’s bitch. A piece of property to be controlled totally. Now, he finally got himself back. He remembered how it felt to hold Miles when he was a baby. He remembered how he would cry and cry and only stop when Quaritch rocked him in a particular way… 

Everything they were doing here now made sense. He needed to win this war, not for Ardmore or some distant vision about the ‘home of humanity’, but for Miles. To build him a home. 

Miles hissed as he was pushed to the ground while the squad awaited extraction. Looking at him, Quaritch knew this wouldn’t do. The kid was practically naked, covered in plant juice and wild. He was a feral animal. 

It clawed up Miles’s insides like a poison. First things first, he needed to get his son back. Not just physically, for that was already accomplished. But in all the other ways that mattered. 

Then, he would tear this moon apart until he could build a future for him. Whatever it took. 

And that started with ripping Jake Sully’s cold, unbeating heart out of his chest. 

#avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #miles quaritch #recom quaritch #colonel quaritch #atwow fic #spider socorro #miles spider socorro #my stuff #oneshot

[doiesfav]

✧. ┊ Starlight - Xiaojun ||

Pairing: Xiaojun x fem!Reader

Plot: (fwb) You and your friends went to the amusement park to celebrate finishing your first year in college.

Genre: Short story, love at first sight, non idol AU, strangers to lovers, fluff.

Contains: cursing, childhood memories, kissing, ferris wheel, fireworks..

1k+ word count

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(y/n pov)

Finishing your first year at college is surprisingly very rewarding, studying for almost 16 years just to study another 4 years to get a job. And of course like every other person, I would like to celebrate it.

My group of friends (5 including me) were discussing about how we should celebrate it. ''Why don't we go drinking?'' but none of us agreed since it was to ordinary. ''Sky diving?'' firstly, where the fuck do you sign to go sky diving, also, probably some of us would shit ourselves while doing it.

''Let's just simply go to an amusement park'' and we all agreed. Going there is an affortable, simple and enjoyable activity. We were so excited to that day to come, it has been a very long time since I went to one.

I remember when I was 6 years old telling my mom that I would take my future boyfriend here. It was like an untalked tradition in our family. Someone in our family would go to an amusement park and meet their soulmate, that's how my parents, grandparents and more meet.

I made sure to be prepared very well, so I was already trying on new clothes i bought yesterday. It was a denim mini skirt with a cute cropped black top covered by a racing jacket.

We were meeting by 8pm at the entrance, I came the first so obviously I had to wait for them. Watching all these people around me made my heart warm, it was as if I became a kid again.

As soon as they arrived we went to different rides and games, it felt so nostalgic so I knew I had to go to my all time favourite ride. The ferris wheel, I loved being at the top of it while holding my smalls hands with my parents.

Now that I grew up, I had to go, not with my parents but with my friends who I admire a lot. We helped eachother's struggles, sadness and shared happiness since highschool.

When we arrived there, the long queue felt like it was never gonna end. Even buying the tickets was taking too long, so to save up time 4 people were at the queue while I went to buy tickets.

Suddenly a boy behind me tapped my shoulder nervously, ''excuse me, your skirt still has the tag on'' I looked at his face (not gonna lie, I felt like I stared at him for 10 minutes) then analyzed his blonde almost golden hair when I snapped out of it and reacted.

''Oh my god, thank you, I haven't noticed'' I laughed nervously and turning my head down covering up my red blushed face trying to cut the tag, ''don't worry, can you cut it off?'' he put his hand on the hair offering his help.

''No thanks it's okay, I can do it by myself'' I gave him a smile to cover up the embarrasment, when I finally broke the tag I said thanks and just then it was finally my turn to buy the ticket. ''5 tickets please'' I quickly payed and waved to say goodbye to the blonde guy.

Searching for me friends was difficult but then I captured them almost at the front of the line. ''Girl why is your face all red'' they all started asking questions but I just answered ''no just nothing'' trying to not blush harder.

''Hey we meet again'' I slowly turned around praying it was the guy from before, and it was ''oh hey, guess I should have expected this'' I laughed it off with an akward smile. ''Oh so you are that guy'' my friends also giggled.

Just in time it was our turn to enter the cabins, not knowing they had changed it to two person maximum to make more cabins but less people in there, of course the size of it was smaller like this. Then I realised someone had to be alone with a stranger, our heads turned at the same time facing each other.

''I don't care if I go alone'' but that was the same thing we all said. But before I volunteered to do it the recognisable voice that made me blush spoke up. ''I can go with you'' I turned around and found him with his arm wrapping my shoulder.

Of course I had to agree, I mean he was like a dream. So my friends started to get in pairs and when it was our turn to enter he winked at me ''ladies first''.

I sat down and saw 6 more man cheering him when the staff closed the door I heard ''YOU GOT IT RIZZER'' from one of those guys. ''sorry If they are making you feel uncomfortable, I'll later kick their ass or something'' we both laughed ''no don't worry is okay'' I said nervously.

We were both facing eachothers face and I could see him getting nervous aswell. ''Sooo, what's your name?'' I broke the akward silence, ''Dejun, or Xiaojun as you want haha'' 'beautiful name really, mine is y/n by the way, basic right?'' I laughed akwardly.

''Could I get your number?'' I shaked my head inmediatly and gave him my phone, when he returned it I saw the name ''Junnie🦖'' saved. I laughed ''you really give vibes of a t-rex''.

The air between us wasn't an akward anymore but rather a loveful (a/n: wtf) one. We both knew the conextion was special and the silence was melodically great.

Minutes passed and we kept getting to know each other until he asked me:

''Can I kiss you?'' At that moment butterflies were in my stomach and my heart beated like crazy. I slowly approached him putting my arms onto his shoulders trying not to give him a lot of weight.

My head slowly got closer when one of his hands was pulling a strand of hair behind my ear which was covering part of my face. Then Xiaojun carefully placed his hand on my jawline, and our lips touched.

It was my very first kiss and I think he could hear my heart beating like crazy. Then we had to break that kiss because of the fireworks, we laughed it off to not seem akward and stared at the fireworks.

Those were lovely and I could fell in love with it. ''Did you know it was my first kiss?'' XIaojun's eye wide opened and giggled while saying ''oh my bad hahaha, as long as you liked it'' Then I pulled in closer for a second one, this kiss he was leading it making it more passionately.

I didn't have any experiences before so I just followed his doings, we kept going until we were both out of breath and just in time our ride ended. We both separated our bodies quickly but wishing for more, ''text me anytime'' he said before separating our path. I winked at him this time.

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This is my first ever story so I hope y'all like it <3 (sorry if there's any mistake!)

#nct #nct fics #nct wayv #wayv #xiaojun #xiao dejun #xiaojun x reader #xiaojun fic #xiao dejun x reader #wayv xiaojun #wayv x reader #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct texts #nct x reader #nct fanfic #wayv scenarios #wayv fanfic #wayv reactions #wayv layouts #nctzen #wayzenni #xiaojun scenarios #xiaojun wayv #xiaojun icons #xiaojun fanfic

[gofancyninjaworld]

Information in OPM: Frameworks

Shit that happens in One-Punch Man may be fanciful, but one thing ONE does not joke with: information. He is as strict on it as any police procedural: who knows what, when, where, why, and how? What do they make if it? Why? What will they do with it? What happens as a result? 

I have many things I could say about it, but as I’ve been saying, life isn’t affording me the time for long essays. I’ll keep it short and focus on one aspect, the what do characters make of a given piece of information?  Something ONE is very aware of is that WE DON’T LEARN FROM DATA.  It’s not information without a framework.  Scientists will formalise that framework as a paradigm but we all have a certain set of assumptions and a framing story within which we have expectations of the world and which influence our understanding of whatever we perceive.  I don’t want to get distracted into the importance of framing, which is the lifeblood of politics, advertising, and any field where persuasion is important.  Just framework. 

Take this security camera footage, which has been reviewed by the Hero Association security guards, Dr Bofoi, and Amai Mask. We get three very different responses, based on their frames of reference.

The security guards aren’t stupid, and to their credit, they are at least considering alternative possibilities, but they have no basis to understand how reliable or how strong the newly-installed robots are. The robots don’t have a track record yet. Their impression of Metal Knight is that he’s an arrogant braggart, so they’re primed to think that he’s over-promised.

They have no basis to understand who Saitama is -- and Saitama acts too fast for them to see that he’s the one responsible for destroying the robots. As far as they’re concerned, the witness statement (from none other than the great King, who they do understand to be an exceptional hero) that the robots just blew up is as good a working theory as any. At least until there’s more information to contradict it.

Metal Knight sees the footage differently, of course.  He has the background of knowing just how strong his robots are and how extensively he has tested them. On that basis, he’s able to understand that there’s no chance they spontaneously blew up and infer that the causative agent is this Saitama guy. A guy he’d be well -advised to watch carefully.

Whatever one may think about Genos, he gave Amai Mask the framework to understand what he was seeing. Saitama is not just strong, he said, he’s crazily strong beyond any logical understanding you may have. His being prepared to take Genos’s words on board is founded on his frame of reference about Genos: as an extremely serious and credible hero, who would not have taken the time to speak of Saitama so without good cause.

Because of that, when Amai Mask sees Saitama standing before a robot, the robot taking a swing, an explosion and then Saitama still standing there, he doesn’t think ‘oh, malfunctioning robot’ but ‘damn, this guy is for real.’

A man can make no better decision than the information it is based on, to paraphrase a Conan Doyle character.

And that information is itself based on his frame of reference. This becomes extremely important when information is not complete WHICH IT USUALLY ISN’T.  We, the readers, are the only ones who were given a view of Saitama hitting the robots: it happened too fast and there was too much smoke and debris occluding the field of view for anyone seeing the security camera footage to see that.

So often in reading/watching fan responses to the story, it’s clear that many readers don’t take into account how drastically what characters already know and believe to be true affects the way they understand any new information presented to them. Makes for some really daft takes, doubly so when readers don’t realise that sometimes, it’s *us* who don’t get given the full picture.

ONE’s wonderful understanding of the importance of frameworks allows him to let people misunderstand situations without having to be stupid. It’s also an excellent way to give us insight into who various characters are without having to stop the story for it. And of course, it helps make the things the characters actually do as a result of that understanding that bit more interesting.

#OPM #meta #frames of reference #Amai Mask #Metal Knight #Saitama #the way someone understands something can't help but tell us something about them #this incident is a wonderful case of how important that is: this time we know everyone is seeing the same thing #and yet how they understand it is very different #what they *do* with their understanding aha...now there's the rub

[amethyst-deceives-dee]

Praise Me Eddie - Part One

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, rough oral sex, smut, swearing, graphic sex

Summary: You have a praise kink and Eddie is more than happy to exploit it.

Word Count: 3706

You walked out of the grocery story after your shift had finally finished. It was late probably around ten and the sun had set a few hours ago leaving the car park dark and desolate. It had been an absolute shit show of a day. Not only had the customers mostly been rude for the majority of the day, but your line manager had also been acting like a dick since he found out that you have a boyfriend. The same line manager that got exceptionally creepy before he knew that you and Eddie were dating.

You had gotten shouted at by a lady at the tills about how her tinned spaghetti-o’s needed to be discounted because they were dented after she had stood there mostly in front of you to throw them on the ground. After about ten minutes of that you decided that it wasn’t worth it and gave her a five cents discount for each can. Then your creepy line manager had stood inappropriately close to you, breathing on your neck while telling you how it was against the store rules to do that. He then made you stack shelves for the rest of the evening as punishment. Not that it sounds particularly bad, but it wasn’t exactly easy to stack the very top shelf for anyone, even with the ladder. So now, your back and legs hurt too and your manager was still being creepy. Occasionally walking up behind you to stare as you stood on the ladder reaching up to fill the top shelves. Ugh. What a day.

You walked over to your car which was parked near the back of the lot opened the door and slumped down into the seat. All you wanted was to see Eddie, but it was pretty late, he’d probably be stoned and on his way to passing out, you decided to make the drive back to your place. The drive was quiet and the roads were empty, your parents were probably already sleeping. Maybe you should go to Eddie’s, at least nobody would realise you were gone. Your parents usually wouldn’t wake you in the mornings after a late shift so everyone would be none the wiser. It’s not that Eddie wasn’t allowed to stay the night but it was that we had to sleep in separate rooms if he did. Your parents thought that this would stop you from having sex. Oh how wrong they were.

You weighed up your options and decided that you much preferred the idea of getting into bed with Eddie after the day that you’d had. You changed course a little and headed towards the trailer park. You couldn’t see any light from Eddie’s room, but it looked like the living room one might be on but the curtains were drawn. You hoped that it wasn’t Wayne who was awake at this hour. You pulled your car over parking next to Eddie’s van before turning the engine off and getting out. You tried to be quiet as you walked up to door, knocking lightly. There were sounds coming from the other side and a few seconds later the door swung open.

Eddie stood there at the door in his boxers Hellfire Club shirt. You looked up at him, clearly tired. A slow smile spread across his face and his dimples appeared on his cheeks.

“Hey beautiful,” his voice was low, “I wasn’t expecting company this evening.”

“It was a shitty day,” your voice was bleak and Eddie’s response was to step back a little leaving space for you to come in.

You moved forwards and into the living room looking around. Eddie had clearly been sat in here, the tv was playing quietly and the lamp near the sofa was on. He had some snacks on the empty sofa seat next to where he must have been sitting. Eddie closed the door behind you and walked quickly past you to clear the couch off. He plopped himself down and patted the now clear set next to him. You collapsed onto the sofa next to him kicking your shoes off and snuggled into his side.

“What happened beautiful?” Eddie asked wrapping his arm around me tightly, his hand stroked idle circles on my shoulder.

“Just more idiots and assholes at work and to top it off, Creepy Petey was definitely staring at my ass while he made me stack shelves.”

Eddie looked down at you, his face was serious, “Do I need to come down there and sort this guy out?”

You looked up into his eyes, “No, it’s okay, you’ll just get into unnecessary trouble. If he ever touches me though, I’ll be sure to let you know!”

“You better. I’ll beat the living shit out of him if he ever lays so much as a finger on your pretty little head,” Eddie sounded dangerous when he replied.

You nudged into him, “You’re so sexy when you’re overprotective Eddie.”

You looked up at him through your thick lashes, it always turned you on when he got possessive. Eddie’s gaze was locked on yours.

“Oh yeah? You like that baby?” His voice was deeper and quieter now.

Hearing him call you baby always made you melt at the core and he knew it.

“Yeah,” came your small reply, your voice sounded thick.

Eddie brought his face closer to yours, you could feel your breath mingling with his.

“My sweet, sweet angel. Do you want me to make it all go away?” he asked brushing his lips against yours.

You couldn’t find the words to say and so you just nodded, your lips bumping his lightly as you did. Eddie didn’t need any more convincing his lips pressed against yours and he leaned backwards on the sofa pulling you across his lap to straddle him. You could feel the bulge through his boxer briefs growing beneath you. Your jeans added an extra layer of inconvenience in this situation, but you knew that Eddie would deal with that later. As you sat atop him, your mouths joined together, you felt his tongue glide across your bottom lip, it was a silent demand. Your lips parted and Eddie’s tongue slipped into your mouth. The man was good with his tongue, he tilted his head back and slid his fingers up your back and into your hair, guiding your head to follow his. His tongue grazed the roof of your mouth sending a shiver up your spine and coaxing a moan out of you. He did it again and you ground your hips down against him. He slid his tongue back between his lips and gently bit down on your bottom lip.

“Someone’s getting ahead of themselves,” Eddie mumbled as he pulled away from you.

“I want you Eddie,” you groaned out.

“Yeah?” he teased, “What do you want from me Princess?”

“I want to feel you inside of me.” his cock twitched at your breathless words.

“You’re impatient tonight Y/N,” he grinned.

The sound of your name on his lips was music to your ears. It sounded better when he moaned it though and you were determined to get what you wanted.

“Eddie, please,” you whined batting your eyelashes at him and sliding your hands down his torso, towards his waistband.

Eddie grabbed your wrists with one hand, trapping them, “Is this what you want sweetie?” he asked pressing your hands against his hardness and grinding against them, “Hmm?”.

Your answering moan was enough of a reply for him, and he chuckled. He pulled your arms up so that they were against his chest instead.

“You’re being so naughty tonight princess,” he spoke somewhat sternly, “I thought that you liked being a good girl for me?”

You pouted at him; he knew your weakness. He leaned in close to you again, trapping your arms between you. You could feel his lips move against yours as he formed his next choice words.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” he held your lustful gaze with a matching one of his own, “You know I only reward good girls, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” it was barely a response.

“I want to hear you say it,” he demanded.

You paused and gulped before replying, “I’ll be a good girl for you Eddie.”

“Good, now come here.”

He put a finger under your chin and pulled it downwards, but this time his mouth connected with your throat. He kissed you softly moving his mouth downward across your collarbone your t-shirt was in the way, but he continued knowing that the lack of contact would only make you more frustrated.

Eddie released your hands so that he could touch you, his right hand slid under your shirt and around your waist, keeping you gripped against him. The other slid slowly up from your navel to your ribcage over the fabric of your t-shirt, he teased you, lazily drawing small circles in between your breasts. You made sure to sit there and let him have his fun, knowing full well that you would receive the reward of a lifetime for letting him take his time with you. That’s just how Eddie liked it, he liked to be in charge of you and hell, you loved it too.

You felt his lips find the sweet spot on your neck and he started to suck on it, gently at first. His left hand brushed against the bottom of your breast at the same time, he trailed the back of his ringed fingers upwards and over your peaked nipple. The feeling ignited a fire in your core. You moaned loudly at the contact, and it was all you could do not to grind yourself against him. Eddie only sucked harder on your neck then you felt his fingertips against your breast, he circled around your nipple softly, avoiding the centre.

“Eddie,” you moaned his name.

He grunted his approval, continuing his teasing. His finger and thumb clamped together on your nipple pinching it gently as you felt his teeth graze against your neck softly. The hand around your waist came upwards and pressed your body even closer to his. His mouth and hand kept working together in perfect time, his biting and sucking only intensified as he pinched and pulled at you through your shirt. You could feel your arousal soaking your panties. There were too many layers between the two of you and you moaned in frustration.

He pulled his mouth away from yours but continued to play with your nipple, you felt the palm of his thumb brushing over the sensitive spot slowly, too slow. Eddie leaned back and looked up at you, his eyes looked like molten chocolate and you were drowning.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” he drawled, already knowing the answer.

You swallowed, your mouth was dry from the panting and moaning, “It’s too hot,” you whined needily.

“Oh really?” Eddie replied, raising his eyebrows.

His smile was almost predatory, it was as if you were his prey and he wanted to play with you before he devoured you. God, you hoped he would.

“Mhmm,” you nodded.

“Should I open a window for you?” he asked, knowing that that wasn’t what you meant, the smile never left his lips.

You felt a blush spread across your cheeks and looked down at his hand on your shirt, your arms were resting on his shoulders so that they weren’t in the way and his fingers continued playing with your chest.

“Oh, is this the problem?” he pinched the tip of the sensitive nub again, but this time pulled his hand away still holding the shirt.

You gulped, “Yeah.”

“You need me to take it off for you?”

You nodded at him slowly, his gaze fell from your and you felt both of his arms rest on each of your hips under the t-shirt. He didn’t make any move to lift it off of you instead pressing his mouth between your breasts, leaving small kisses. His mouth moved towards your left one. Eddie’s nose brushed gently against the underside and then over the peak. His lips circled it, brushing over the fabric. The teasing was almost too much and then you felt his left hand roaming upwards, this time under my shirt, it left a tingling trail as it travelled upwards. The combination of his skin on yours and the occasional brush of cold metal made you arch your back pushing your chest towards where his mouth was.

He was waiting for that exact moment before he taking your nipple between his teeth, running his tongue over it. Your shirt had become a big problem now and your moans were laced with desperation as you want to feel his tongue against your bare skin. Just as you thought about breaking your promise his other hand connected with the soft tissue on the other side of your chest. He was rougher this time as he cupped your other breast, pinching at the sensitive centre. His cold rings against your flesh only intensified the feeling.

You leaned your head back and squeezed your eyes closed, your moan ripped through you, and you felt Eddie’s hard cock twitch beneath you. Your fingers came up and fisted his hair, you pressed his head closer to you, needing more contact. It was Eddie’s turn to moan and the vibrations caused you even more pleasure. You were panting and moaning as he continued to play with your chest. Then without warning he pulled away. The absence of him was too much and you let out a disappointed groan. Eddie just chuckled and grabbed your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, he tossed it aside.

He didn’t hesitate before putting his mouth right back where it was, this time both of his hands cupped the soft mounds of flesh on your chest. His pushed them upwards so that he could get better access to you. The skin to skin contact was pushing you far over the edge now and you could barely contain yourself, especially when he started to suck at the soft flesh. You felt his tongue curl around the centre and your fingers curled into his hair again. You felt your own need building inside of you. You needed more. You needed to feel him.

“Eddie,” your voice came out hoarse, “please.”

His only response was to nip lightly and your tender skin, drawing another moan from your lips. His head moved upwards trailing kisses along your chest, his other thumb only replaced his mouth. The kisses turned into sucking on your skin, and you knew that he was marking you.

“You’re not in a position to beg, sweetheart,” Eddie’s voice was deep and husky, he continued his journey, his mouth pressed against your throat.

“I could be,” came your suggestive reply.

Eddie pulled away from you and gazed up into your eyes, “Oh yeah? Why don’t you show me?”

You wriggled away from him, his arms dropped away from you begrudgingly, as you stood up. You unbuttoned your jeans and slipped them off leaving them on the ground. His eyes roamed your body eating in the sight of you completely naked aside from your soaked pink lace panties. You leaned down and grabbed them hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Then you knelt over him. You put your hands on his bare chest, delicately tracing the outline of the tattoo on his left peck with your fingers. You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his jaw and began your descent. You carefully slid off of the couch and onto your knees between Eddie’s legs. You traced your fingers along the waistband of his boxers your fingers hooking underneath it slightly before sliding them down, he lifted off of the seat so that you could remove them. You gave him your full attention then gazing up at him, his member stood fully erect, so close to you.

Eddie stretched his arm out cupping your cheek, his thumb traced your cheekbone, “You look so beautiful right now, baby.”

You felt a tingle spread through your body at his words, you pressed your thighs together as you felt the wetness between them grow. His thumb brushed over your lips, you caught it between your teeth still keeping eye contact. You ran your tongue over the tip of it eliciting a groan from Eddie. His free hand trailed up his inner thigh and he took his cock in his hand and started stroking it gently. At the sight of this you sucked his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Giving him a taste of what was to come. Eddie pressed it deeper into your mouth. You bobbed your head slightly sucking up and down never losing his gaze.

“Fuck, Y/N, you have such a sweet little mouth.”

His words stroked your ego, and a shiver went down your spine, you moaned. Still sucking his digit.

“Why don’t you come over here and show me what you can do with it?” his voice was firm, and he pulled his thumb out of your mouth with a pop, a trail of saliva stayed connecting you.

You leaned forwards on your knees and placed both hands on his thighs stroking up the inside towards your prize. Just as your hands were about to reach him you dug your nails in a little dragging them back down towards you.

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie moaned sweetly thrusting upwards into his hand.

You trailed your nails back upwards, this time one hand slipped up to his shaft replacing his own. The other slid down to his balls. You ran your fingernails over the sensitive skin there earning yourself more moans. You played with them gently as you gripped him tighter in the other hand. Your hand pushed upwards and pulled it back down exposing the pink head of his cock and you were overtaken by your lust. You pressed kisses up his thigh and when you reached your target you flicked your tongue out licking his balls. You sucked one into your mouth as your other hand worked him up and down. He pressed his hips up into your hand with each stroke.

“That feels so fucking good baby.”

Your eyes connected with his as you trailed your tongue from his balls and up his shaft to the sensitive tip. He moaned in delight and his fingers reached into your hair, he pulled it out of your face and gripped it in his hand at the nape of your neck. Your lips pulled away and hovered above the end of his cock breathing heavily pushing the skin of it down with your hand. You put your lips together forming a pool of spit in your mouth before parting them again letting it drip down. As soon as it met its target you lowered your head and licked the sensitive tip, spreading a layer of spit over it. Eddie’s hand gripped your hair tighter as he let out a deep moan that made electricity shoot through your centre. You licked at him for a minute pressing your tongue against the slit that was leaking precum. It always felt so good tasting him. You slipped your lips down and over him slowly, pressing them against him tightly and sucking him into your mouth lazily.

His hips came up slowly to meet your mouth and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you. “Fuck,” Eddie whispered watching you intently. You brought your head back up then down and worked your hand on his length at the same time, building your rhythm. Your other hand still fondled his balls as you continued sucking him. Each time you lowered your head you took him deeper and deeper in your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around him as you did. Eddie’s moans came more freely now and the hand in your hair was pressing you down with each stroke.

“You’re so good at sucking my cock, Y/N,” Eddie growled. You moaned around his member, and he thrust upwards making the most of the sensation. He started to increase the pace, barely letting you breathe with each bob of your head. You could hear his moans coming faster, it sounded like he was coming undone.

“Show me what that mouth can really do baby,” he groaned as he held your head in place moving his hips upwards to meet it. The wetness between your legs was intense now, with each compliment he gave you it only grew more, and you were determined to please him. You felt him hit your gag reflex but didn’t stop as he moaned loudly at the sensation. You removed your hand from his shaft and braced it against his thigh as you let him take control. His thrusts went deeper and faster, the head of his cock hit the back of your throat each time and you struggled to breathe. You grunted a little and pulled back a little to draw in some air.

“Come on princess,” he encouraged, “I know you can take it for me.” That’s all you needed to hear as you let him fuck your throat, enjoying every second of it. Your centre was soaked now, and your helpless moans came quickly. Each one was cut off in the back of your throat. You dug your nails into his thigh. Eddie let himself go then, his thrusts became needy and quick.

“Fuuuuuck,” he moaned helplessly, “you’re so fucking good baby. Don’t stop.”

With one final thrust he screamed your name as he reached his climax, filling your throat with his cum. You swallowed every drop like a good girl looking up at him as his grip on you relaxed. But your mouth didn’t stop and neither did the hand fondling his balls. You continued to devour him, milking him for every last drop. You saw his eyes roll back in his head as a deep moan escaped his lips. Then it turned into small panting moans.

“You can stop now princess,” he whined as you finally released him from your mouth with a pop and a deliciously wet sound.

#eddie x you #eddie #eddie munson #praise #eddie munson smut #oneshot #twopart #stranger things

[katstvrn]

Winters Tradition - Chris Sturniolo x Reader

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Summary - You and Chris are closer than you've ever been. You know everything about each other except your most hidden desires. All of that changes with one night under the stars.

Pairing - Chris Sturniolo x Reader [Childhood Best Friends to Lovers]

Warnings - Swearing ☆ Smoking ☆ Use of y/n once or twice

Word Count - 2,486

A/N - This is more of story type writing, so let me know if you enjoy! Also, the reader partakes in smoking, so if you're not comfortable DNI :))

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It was December 22nd, 2023, in Boston, Massachusetts, and winter was rapidly approaching the small town. The holidays were getting closer, which, unsurprisingly, brought a flurry of letters and gifts into and out of homes across the state. The same store-bought cards were sitting limply in hands, each one being read and discarded once the consumers' eyes turned bored. The trinkets and souvenirs, opened by hopeful faces, left to collect dust on the shelves they were placed upon.

Albeit some gifts were heartfelt and clearly loved by the receiver. Those kind of gifts were a confirmation of love, the purest type. A testament to your bond with a person.

Gifts like these, however, didn't come with a price tag. They were memories you made or traditions you habitually completed. My gift this year was of unparalleled significance, something I'll never forget. And something that started with a tradition.

Chris Sturniolo, or Chris, as I like to call him, is my best friend and has been for the majority of my life. We had a tradition of sorts, which started when Chris (finally) got his license. Every year, three days before Christmas, we drive to the hillside near my house to look at the stars and to look back over the events of the past year and what we hope to achieve in the next. It differs every year - a different part of the hill, a different set of starts to gaze at - but ultimately, it's just us beneath the stars able to talk without prying ears. Just us two. Alone.

Throughout our friendship, I fell in love with him recurrently, all for different reasons. Each time was always more extensive, more complete, and more bewitching. You could say that falling in love with him was easy. It came naturally. This particular night, though, marked the culmination of my love for him...

On this particular night, I was relaxing on my bed, enthralled in a book - my favourite pastime in weather like this - when I heard a tap on my window. Bewildered, I closed my book, leaving it on the blanket, and walked towards my window to investigate the noise. I opened my fogged-up window to get a better view of the source of disturbance. Looking down into the garden, I saw Chris standing there, his car keys in hand.

"Chris?" I questioned, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He only stared back up at me, trying not to laugh, seemingly amused by the look on my face. "Don't tell me you've forgotten." "Forgotten what?" I asked, genuinely stumped. He paused before cocking up an eyebrow. "It's the twenty-second..." My eyes widened in realisation. "Shit, is it? We're supposed to be-" "Up on the hill already? Yep." He said, cutting me off mid-sentence. Before he could stop speaking, I grabbed my shoes from beside my bed, quickly trying to put them on. "Just um, just wait there. I'll be down in a second!" I shouted down, shutting my window a little too forcefully in the rush to get downstairs.

I ran down the stairs, my shoes rhythmically clicking against the wooden staircase. As I was walking out the door, I grabbed a tin of gingerbread men I'd baked earlier to cushion the blow of forgetting our tradition. I gave Chris a soft smile as I approached him, holding out the tin for him to take. He smiled back at me, his eyes slightly scrunching as he did so. He took the tin from my hands, pulling me into a half hug, "You're too cute." He said nonchalantly, with a humoured snicker. "Yeah, yeah, okay, we're in a rush, remember?" I quipped back, pulling away from the hug and making my way to the parked car.

The drive to the hillside was uneventful, to say the least, mostly because he was busy driving, and I didn't make the effort to coverse with him. If I'm honest with myself, it was partially because I was overthinking his previous comment.

I was cute.

Chris often said things without thinking or unaware of the consequences, so it wasn't usual for him to say something like that. Whatever he meant by it didn't matter because it still made my heart race. I noticed him glancing at me every so often, which didn't help either. I couldn't tell if his gaze was unsettling or comforting. I didn't get the chance to think about it anymore when the sound of the handbrake pulled me out of my racing thoughts.

"You okay?" Chris mused, looking almost concerned. "I'm okay, just thinking." I replied, giving a tight-lipped smile to ease his mind. The relief was almost visible. "Oh, okay. About?" He prompted, unbuckling his seatbelt to get out of the car. I did the same, getting out and walking around to the trunk of the car, trying to come up with a believable excuse. "Just about how long we've been doing this. I mean, it's our fourth year already." Chris joined me, sitting in the trunk, looking deep in thought.

"I remember this first time we did this." He said, turning to face me. I cocked my head to the side in curiosity and as an indication to continue. "I remember how excited you were to go star gazing for the first time. You didn't shut up for weeks about it. 'Chris, do you remember how pretty they were?' 'Can we please do it again?!' You asked me that so many times until I finally made it a tradition." He finished, looking at me, his eyes sparkling with joy. I rolled my eyes teasingly, smiling back at him. The same joy in my eyes. "I really wasn't that bad Chris." He shot back with a look that said 'You definitely were'. "Don't worry, I found it incredibly endearing." He cooed, reaching out to flick my forehead. "Such big words coming from you, Christopher." I replied back with a small laugh, egging him on further.

We talked then for almost an hour. Throwing jokes back and forth, reminding each other about memories we'd forgotten or ones we were particularly fond of. The air felt lighter, as it always does when I'm around him, and although I was having the most fun I'd had in a while, I couldn't focus my full attention on what he was saying. In my rush to get out the door, lest I kept Chris waiting, I'd forgotten to grab a coat. The last thing I wanted was to ruin the tradition any further by making Chris drive all the way back, so I stayed quiet and tried not to freeze to death.

Of course, Chris, being the friend that he is, obviously noticed my discomfort. "Are you sure you're okay? You've been shaking for the past five minutes." He asked, his voice laced with worry. "I'm fine, just a little cold." I said, forcing a smile. He reached out to touch my arm, recoiling as soon as his skin met mine. "You're fucking freezing! 'A little cold', my ass. Why didn't you say anything sooner?" He sounded distressed at the thought I'd been cold this whole time. He immediately shrugged off his jacket, handing it to me. I held it out for him to take back, giving him a pointed look. "Don't be stupid, I'm not taking your jacket. It's counterproductive because either way, one of is going to be cold. I'm perfectly fine handling a little cold." He frowned, sighing "Just-" He started before grabbing my arms and putting them inside the sleeves before zipping up the coat.

Warmth enveloped my body instantaneously, and I let out a sigh of relief at comfort warmth could bring. I turned to look at Chris, him giving me a knowing smile. "Better huh?" He asked, a smug grin plastered on his face. I purposfully ignored him, not entertaining his antics. The cold was still relentless, so to maximise the benefits of wearing his coat, I unzipped the pockets and put my hands inside. My hand came into contact with something inside his left pocket. I pulled it out to see what it was. Looking down, I noticed it was a half empty cigarette packet. Before I managed to inspect the packet thoroughly, Chris took them from my hands. "I forgot I had them..." He said quietly, putting them to the side out of my line of sight. "I didn't know you smoked." I commented, nudging him slightly, with a smirk on my face.

"I don't." He said quickly, sounding a little too defensive. "Well, not often anyway. I'm not a big smoker. I just do it sometimes. It helps me relax and clear my head." He added. "Chill, I don't care if you smoke or not." I clarified, with an amused laugh. "You don't?" He challenged. "No, I really don't. They're your lungs." I affirmed.

A few seconds passed before he spoke again. "Actually, do you mind if I light?" He questioned, snatching the packet back into his hand. I shook my head, hinting for him to go ahead. He took the hint and leaned over me to take the lighter out of the right pocket in the jacket. Taking one out of the packet, he placed it in his mouth and lit it. My eyes tracked his every movement, entraced almost: The way he took the drag before blowing it out, how his body visibly relaxed, how weirdly hot he looked smoking. He glanced at me. "Want one?" He mumbled around the cigarette. I hesitated, "Sure." He took my hand, placing a cigarette and the lighter in my palm. I stared at it incredulous before speaking. "I've never actually, you know, won't it like make me cough?". "Right..." He paused. "Okay.... we can do something a little different, a way you won't cough, is that okay?" He cautioned, scanning my expression for any uncertainty. Evidently, he found none.

I felt his hands on my waist, the metal of his rings scratching against the material of his coat. He ended up pulling me towards him, making me straddle his lap. I felt my face heat up as I looked down at him, although he seemed unaffected. "So...what is it?" I croaked out, trying to calm my racing heart. Every fibre of me was hyper aware of the position I was in.

Unaware of the internal struggle he was causing me, he took my chin between his fingers gently, bringing my face closer to his; close enough for me to see the faint dusting of freckles on cheeks and nose. Using his thumb, he slowly parted my lips. "Breathe in while I exhale, yeah?" He whispered, taking a drag from the already lit cigarette and blowing the smoke into my open mouth. I breathed in, my eyes meeting his. As I exhaled, I watched him look down at my lips intently, watching the smoke escape before looking back up. "Hm, good." He praised, suppressing a smirk. "Again?" He tested quietly, his breath ghosting my face. His voices sounded sultry and almost seductive without meaning to. "Please..." I whispered out, eager to feel the burn in my lungs to distract myself from the undeniable tension.

We repeated the process until the cigarette was burnt out. He stubbed it out against the car, throwing it on the ground. His hands found my waist again, his thumb caressing the curves of my hips, sending tingles up my spine. "You did good." He said softly. "Yeah?..." I asked faintly. "Yeah." He confirmed, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

That was the moment I felt everything change. His touch on my waist, although through thick fabric, felt like fire burning through my skin, keeping me warm. I never wanted to let him go. His lingering touch made me feel safe. "Chris?" I managed to whisper out. Our eyes locked, a thousand words being said through them. The time that passed while I was waiting for him to say something back felt like forever. In reality, it was only a few seconds, but long enough for me to feel the palpable tension between us grow even more. My mouth suddenly felt dry. I looked away, hoping to ease the intense unease I was feeling.

"Don't. Don't do that." He insisted. His hand came up to cup my cheek, turning my head to look at him. The look in his eyes is sincre and honest. "Do what?" I questioned. "Run away, avoid this. Avoiding what you feel. You do it every time. It's okay to feel it, y'know." He whispered, his thumb tracing the line of jaw. "I feel it too..." He added. My heart came up into my throat, fluttering. "Can I?" Chris asked, brushing my bottom lip with his finger.

I don't know who leaned in first, but I felt his lips touch mine. There were no second thoughts as I kissed him, just the feeling of his soft lips on mine. My hands left my side, and went to tangle in his hair, pulling him impossibly close. I could taste the lingering tobacco on his tongue. It should've been disgusting, but it just reminded me of what led me to this moment. His lips fit mine flawlessly, as if they were hand crafted to only ever kiss mine. Any consequences of the kiss all felt meagre and inadequate compared to his addictive touch. Our lips and hands found a rhythm, harmonious synced, as if we were telepathically speaking out unaddressed wants and desires to each other.

Our lips disconnected. My breath was heavy, and I was no longer thinking about anything but him. My hands ran through his dishevelled hair, his eyes closing at my touch, a small sigh escaping his lips. I couldn't help but smile. When his eyes opened, he looked at me with such inviting warmth that I couldn't help but kiss him again. He was the sun embodied. I placed a chaste kiss on his lips, testing the waters. I received a sweet smile in return, the crinkling of his eyes that I love, appearing on his face. "Y/n..." He whispered out, his voice hoarse and his lips still flushed a deep red from the kiss. "I love you." I responded immediately. "I love you too." He shook his head, his thumb still caressing the side of my cheek. "No, I love you."

That was the only year of the tradition we didn't discuss what we wanted for the next year. We both knew what we both wanted. It was unspoken. We wanted the same thing, we wanted each other.

Even on that wintery day, frost bitten and cold, I felt our happy memories become a glowing sense of warmth within me, shielding me from the harsh winds around me. The pure love I felt from him that day was comparable to the sweet glow of dancing flames cast on the wall of a dark room - hypnotic and addictive. Something I will never not crave.

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Notes - I hope you like the new style of writing :)), thank you so much for all the notes on my first fic <3

#Spotify #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #fluff #sturniolo triplets #smoking #stargazing #kat.stvrn #writing #christmas #spicy content

[knoxvilleforever]

Surprise - Johnny Knoxville x Reader

request: Hello! Sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you could do a Johnny Knoxville X female reader (who is also apart of the crew) and it’s Johnny’s birthday but they all find out it’s also the readers birthday? And Johnny has had a crush on her for awhile so this makes him all excited. I share the same birthday as him (different year tho lmao)

The group of men huddled in a group in front of you was enough to rouse suspicion in any situation, but particularly on the set of Jackass.

As you got closer you could hear attempted whispers and people talking over each other, but you couldn’t quite grasp what they were saying.

‘…just remember you have to keep it a secret.’

‘Right. Secret, got it, don’t tell Johnny or-’

You interjected, ‘don’t tell Johnny what?’

The boys turned to you in surprise and a few of them jumped, making you giggle at how skittish everyone is whilst you’re working.

‘Shit, Y/N! You scared us!’ You picked the voice out as Steve O, who was still in the middle of the huddle as he spoke to you. ‘We were just-’

‘O! Shut up!’ Weeman interrupted, knocking Steve O’s arm to keep him quiet.

‘Dude we can tell her! We’re surprising Johnny with drinks tonight!’ Dave whisper shouted, whilst you heard a groan you could tell belonged to Jeff. ‘For his birthday!’

‘You guys are fucking useless.’ Jeff had his head in his hands whilst he looked at the confused group. ‘As I was saying earlier, don’t tell Johnny or Y/N. You guys share a birthday, right?’

You had a light blush to your cheeks as all the boys were now looking at you, ‘Uh, yeah! But don’t worry, I’ll keep the surprise quiet. Only if the rest of you can.’ You narrowed your eyes at Steve O and Dave in particular. ‘I hope Darf isn’t invited to the party.’

‘How did none of us know it was your birthday too?’ Steve O questioned, which explained the confused look on the rest of their faces.

You shrugged, ‘I guess it just never came up.’

‘That’s so weird! You and Knoxville! You’re like twins!’

‘Different years, remember Chris.’

‘Anyway, now these assholes have ruined your surprise too, let’s keep this quiet around Johnny.’

‘Keep what quiet around Johnny?’

You couldn’t mistake the Southern accent that sounded behind you, giggling at the multiple echoes of ‘shut up!’ that sounded from the rest of the guys.

‘Man, you guys are keeping secrets from me! Look how guilty you all look!’ He chuckled as he leaned against the wall of the corridor, giving you chance to admire him. From his signature chucks to the sunglasses perched on his face, you didn’t need anymore convincing why he catches so much attention when you all go out.

‘You’ll tell me, won’t you sweetheart?’ If you could see his eyes you’d know he was mirroring the way you were just checking him out, except the slight nod of his head gave him away a little.

‘My lips are sealed. It seems like I’m the only one who can keep a secret around here.’ You directed at the still silent group of boys opposite you.

‘Yeah like the fact you and Knoxville share a birthday!’

‘Dave!’ The collection of voices shouting at poor Dave made you drop your head in your hands as you laughed.

‘I can’t believe you never told me that! We really share a birthday?’ It was easy to hear the excitement in his voice, and if you weren’t so busy laughing at the current attack on Dave you’d realise how endeared you are.

‘We really do.’

‘Then we have to celebrate!’

‘I have a feeling that’s already been arranged.’

The next night you were just about to leave your apartment for the bar around the corner the guys told you to meet them at, when there was a knock on your door.

Swinging it open you were met with none other than Johnny Knoxville, and it took you a minute to speak after taking in the sight of him.

‘Johnny!’ Your eyes wandered up and down him unashamedly, before snapping out of it and recollecting yourself. ‘Oh, happy birthday!’

‘Happy birthday to you, sweetheart. You look…’ he paused and mirrored your previous action, that left you with more confidence than usual, ‘you look amazing.’

‘I could say the same about you. You clean up pretty well, Knoxville.’ You grinned, ushering him inside. ‘I thought we were all meeting at the bar?’

‘Well that was the plan, but I wasn’t gonna let the birthday girl arrive alone, right?’

‘Oh c’mon. Now I feel bad I didn’t think of escorting you out for drinks, birthday boy.’ You teased, fighting back the blush on your cheeks at your newfound flirty demeanour. Was tonight the night you’d finally do something about your crush?

‘I’m sure I can find a way to forgive you.’ As you put your heels on Johnny wandered over to you, glancing at your now lessened height difference.

Your breathing shallowed as you thought about this being the closest you’d ever been in such an intimate setting with Johnny, lifting your chin to find him glancing between your eyes and your lips.

‘And what would that be?’ You tilted your head to peer up at him, taking your chance to memorise the curve of his face.

‘You’ll have to buy me a drink before you find out.’ Johnny winked and you crumbled under his stare, giggling and leaning your head forward so it rested on his chest.

‘You really do look beautiful, Y/N.’ He lifted his hand to your chin to bring your gaze back up to him and all of a sudden it was you who couldn’t keep your glance from his lips.

‘Well, it’s someone’s birthday so I really had to dress to impress.’ You spoke softly, as if any loud noise would shatter the moment you’re in.

‘They must be pretty lucky if they get you to celebrate with.’

Your eyes fluttered shut as soon as you felt Johnny’s lips graze against yours softly, and then more firm as leant his body into yours. Both your hands found their way to his chest whilst his slid down your waist, pulling you closer if it were even possible.

Your heart was racing a mile a minute but everything was still and calm, like it were meant to fit into place. You felt your cheeks burning as you pulled away, not before Johnny pressed another light kiss to your lips.

‘You’re not gonna have to buy that drink for me to forgive you if we carry on like this.’ His voice was low and showcased the twinge of his accent, complimented by a slight chuckle.

‘We’re not going to make it to the bar if you keep looking at me like that.’ You giggled, looking over his shoulder at the clock on the wall. ‘We’re already fashionably late.’

‘The guys can wait. We’re the guests of honor, remember?’ Johnny leaned in again to leave a trail of kisses from your lips down your neck, and you let yourself indulge as much as possible until he was getting dangerously close to your cleavage.

‘Johnny, you can’t miss your own birthday drinks.’ You grinned as he dropped his head to your shoulder.

‘I had a feeling you’d say that.’

When you eventually made it to the bar, you were led through the door with your hand linked with Johnny’s. The smile on your face hurt when you saw the entire Jackass crew there for you and your other friends, many of them probably nursing their third or fourth drink already. Who could blame them, you were pretty late. Despite their earlier mistakes, the guys threw a pretty good party.

‘Surprise! Kind of!’ You heard multiple shouts and couldn’t help the laugh, even if it wasn’t the most well hidden surprise.

‘Here they are! Finally! What were you guys doing?’ Jeff questioned with a smirk on his face, and you avoided eye contact as best as you could.

‘I had a birthday gift for Y/N that I had to give her.’ Johnny grinned.

‘Well, I hope she liked it!’

You dipped your head out of embarrassment, feeling Johnny’s hand on your lower back.

‘Oh believe me, I hope so too.’

#johnny knoxville #jackass #johnny knoxville imagine #johnny knoxville fluff #johnny knoxville x reader #jackass x reader #pj clapp #knoxvilleforeverwriting #jackass fic

[newobsessioneveryweek]

Heeeey

so I have never written a complete fanfiction for TOA

And I have some ideas for angst but one persistent thought keeps demanding to written first

This thought comes courtesy of my dear sister and my many stoner friends. (Like seriously, I am friends with a staggering amount of stoners).

You see where this is going, don't you?

Anyway, since I don't smoke the green stuff myself, I asked my sister to give me her best rundown of how it feels to be high and what the experience is like- especially how it feels to get high by accident.

Again, you see where this is going?

I'm writing this because I have 2 ideas for how I want this fic to go. I would like you guys to help me choose. Here's a brief summary of both. There's a poll at the end of this post. Feel free to share your thoughts as well if you feel like it☀️

Both of these are going to be built on the same premise: Travis comes back from college and brings along with him a pack of edibles. Here where I live smoking weed is legal and I'm not exactly sure what the situation is like in the US but I'm gonna assume that college students are not strangers to Mary Jane. Also, this is my fic and I can do what I want.

Anyhow, Travis brings back weed (in gummy form), probably hoping to share, probably not, but long story short it winds up in a packed bag lunch, the person having packed said lunch thinking it was an ordinary bag of gummy bears.

This lunch was packed for none other than Will, who has been working so diligently at the infirmary that he won't even take the time off to go have lunch with the rest of camp.

So on this particular day Apollo visits camp and decides to help Will at the infirmary. When lunch time rolls around and Will sits down for a small break to eat he sees the gummies. In this fic Will isn't a sweet tooth and tells Apollo "I don't really like candy, do you want these?" and Apollo goes "only a mad person turns down gummy bears" and gratefully takes them.

And this is where the plots diverge.

Option 1:

Will assures Apollo that he can handle the rest of the work and dismisses him, telling him to go have fun with the rest of his kids. He leaves, munching on the gummies as he makes his way to the dining pavilion. Enter Travis and Connor (who Travis enlisted to help him find his missing weed).

They intercept Apollo on his way to the pavilion, asking where on earth he got those gummies. He tells them Will gave them to him. The brothers stare at each other in horror then ask him how much he ate of it. Apollo doesn't answer immediately. He just asks "why?" nervously, holding the packet close to his chest as if they were going to snatch it. They do, and then realise that there is only. One. Gummy. Left. Of a pack of 10. Oh dear.

For reference:

2 gummies MAX! This dude at FOUR TIMES THAT +1

Anyway, here's a little dialogue:

Travis: Apollo, where did you get that?

Apollo, still chewing his 9th gummy bear: from Will. Why, did you want some?

Travis, eye twitching, ignoring the question: Where did *Will* get it from?

Apollo: uhm, I think Nico?

Apollo, getting fidgety now: were these yours? Sorry, I didn't know, I wouldn't have eaten them if I'd known.

Connor: Them?

Travis and Connor share a look of horror

Travis: how much of that did you eat?

Apollo, visibly nervous: ...why?

Connor, grabbing the package and looking inside: ...oh no... There's only one left.

Travis: ...shit

Apollo, sweating, looking between them with a mix of horror and annoyance: I'm guessing this is bad.

Option 2, a lil more angsty ngl:

The second option, as I said, stems from the same beginning: Will gives his dad the sweets and excuses him from helping out at the infirmary. But this time Travis, Connor, and Will find Apollo when he's already high as a kite, laying on his back among the strawberries, claiming he can taste sounds or something like that.

Travis has been looking high and low for the goods ever since he lost them and has been trying to inconspicuously ask other campers if they've seen it without revealing what they actually are or why he wants them back so badly if it's just a pack of gummy bears. About an hour or two after lunch Will gets off work and the Stoll brothers ask him if he's seen a totally innocuous bag of gummy bears recently and he says yes, he just gave a bag of gummies to Apollo about 2 hours ago.

He asks what brand they were, he says he doesn't know but describes the packaging. Travis confirms that this is indeed the bag he's looking for and that if Apollo ate them then that's very bad. Will is curious and asks about it and Travis reluctantly admits the nature of these particular candies.

So they look for Apollo, enlisting the help of the other (mostly age appropriate) cabin 7 kids, and eventually find him in the aforementioned position, lying in the strawberry fields muttering nonsense to himself and giggling at his own jokes.

Travis insists they take him to the infirmary. Will doesn't question it and they try to lead Apollo to the camp without giving away his current state. This goes terribly. The minute he stands up he staggers, doubles over and throws up. And it just gets worse from there.

Here's a little dialogue:

Travis, effectively deducing just how much Apollo has eaten: oh gods, he has greenies.

Will, horrified by what he's seeing: "greenies"? What the hell are "greenies"?

Connor: *is*

Travis, gesturing at Apollo who is miserably dry heaving: *this* is greenies.

Will, patting Apollo's back like a good son: I'm still confused.

Travis: greenies is a state of being so high out of your fucking mind that you can't function.

Will, obviously distressed: how long does it last?

Travis: typically a few hours. For Apollo it should be less since, you know, he's a god. He'll be fine though, after a while. Just try to get him to sleep it off.

(I should clarify that greenies can make you hyper paranoid and anxious so in either scenario Apollo's gonna have a bad time. But it'll be funny too. Gotta have fun with this prompt, especially since I have first hand experience with taking care of my friend who gets absolutely ridiculously silly when she smokes outdoor XD it's gonna be vibes on top of the agony)

So yeah, those are my little thoughts.

#apollo toa #toa apollo #toa #trials of apollo #trialsofapollo #the trials of apollo #will solace #nico di angelo #travis stoll #connor stoll #I love this fandom #I cant believe ive never written for it #But i will!!

[hoedamn-eron]

closure

Marc receives an unexpected text.

Warnings: Inaccurate depictions of DID (only knowledge from the show and some light research). Mentions of past abuse. Parent death & sibling death. Word count: 1,924 (got a little carried away) GN!Reader, no use of Y/N (only briefly in this - mostly focuses on Marc and his father)

Apologies for the wait on this! Realised on 25/07 that Marc never gets the cake for you, soz.

The café had been Marc’s choice. He’d been thrown into a less than ideal situation and anyone be damned if he couldn’t at least pick the café (and they also had good coffee, none of that floral shit that Steven likes). And he promised you he’d bring back some of that cake you liked, the red velvet one. You told him not to worry about it, but you knew it helped him to have a task at hand.

He'd gotten the text message a few days ago. He wasn’t sure how his father had got his number or what he was doing in London, but seeing the text made him want to swiftly throw his phone into the Thames. He felt his chest tighten, and his shirt suddenly felt too small. His hands were clammy and he found it hard to breathe. Steven had to quickly front to get them home and to give Marc time to calm down. Thankfully you weren’t in work to help Marc through his panic attack.

After running Marc a bath and helping him calm down and eventually settle him on the couch, he showed you the text.

Hi Marc. Hope you’re well. I’m in London, I was wondering if we could talk?

In the time that Marc hadn’t replied, another text had come through a while ago.

I understand if you don’t want to see me.

He’d opened up about his past to you, of course he had, but he had been reluctant to do so. You never brought it up, for Marc’s sake. You knew what it did to him, how he felt about his childhood, despite how he opened up to you about it. You wanted to protect him from the evils of the world. Nobody deserved what he went through.

Marc asked you for your opinion on the text the next day. He’d been sat at Steven’s small dining table, staring at it all morning, wondering whether or not he should answer. You had sighed softly and scooted a chair over to him and sat in his, your arm wrapping around his shoulder.

“I personally think that you’re strong enough to do this,” you said gently. “But I also think that if you don’t want to talk to him, then that’s okay too. I’ll be proud of you either way.”

He had given you an uncertain look before going back to the text, his thumbs hovering over the letters on the touch screen (you’d gotten him an upgrade from the flip phone not long after you moved in). You watched him all morning, not moving from the table and staring at the text message. You had to go to work so you quickly made him some lunch and placed it on the table in front of him before placing a kiss on his cheek. “I love you. Whatever you decide will be the right decision for you.”

Marc have you a closed lipped smile as you walked out the flat. His eyes went back to the text.

It’s not going to change the more you look at it, mate.

Marc sighed. “What do you suggest, Steven?”

I think they’re right, I think whatever you do is right for you, whether you go to see him or not. You control the situation here, so what you say, goes.

So here he was, in the café that he chose, so he could have some control in the situation. He’d arrived early, he wasn’t sure if it was nervousness or if he just wanted to be there first. He’d already assessed his exit strategy if he needed it, picking the table closest to the door. He chose to have milk in his coffee today so it was cooler and he could drink it quicker. His leg hadn’t stopped shaking since he sat down.

You’re doing all right.

Marc glanced at Steven’s reflection as the other man gave him a thumbs up in the window. The café door opened and closed, Marc turning to look and tensing up.

The sight of Elias made Marc have an uneasy feeling in his stomach. The last time he saw him was just a little over two years ago, at his mother’s shiva, and even then that was through a window. Elias looked older, tired, a lot greyer in his hair than what Marc was used to and there was some stubble adorning his jaw and chin. He was never one for facial hair, he had always said he felt unclean with it. Marc remembered that he tried to grow a beard when he was a kid, and Randall complained that it itched after a few days. The beard was gone by that night.

Elias looked around the café before his eyes settled on Marc. Elias let out a large sigh, and his shoulders sagged as he tentatively made his way over to the table but didn’t sit down. “Marc.”

Marc swallowed nervously, his heart hammering hard against his chest, just like it did when he received the text. “H-hi, dad.” He mentally kicked himself for stuttering. He shook his head lightly. “Do you want to sit down? I can order you a coffee?”

Elias nodded slightly as he took a seat in the spare chair opposite Marc. “Just an English Breakfast tea, thanks.”

Marc took the opportunity to quickly leave the table and try and settle his heart. He was taking deep breaths as he waited in the queue to order. It was fine, he could leave whenever he wanted. You and Steven had both told him it was okay if he changed his mind. He was in a public place, he wasn’t back in that house in Chicago. He was fine.

After ordering and walking back to the table, Marc sat back in his seat, not quite being able to meet Elias’s gaze. He drank his coffee to occupy himself.

Elias broke the silence first. “You look well.”

Marc stared at him for a moment before reaching to take another sip of his coffee. “How did you get my number?”

Elias sighed before averting his gaze. “It wasn’t easy, I’ve been looking for over a year. There were a lot of dead ends and word must have gotten out because a woman came to the house, telling me to leave you alone.”

Marc held back a smile as he shook his head. “Layla.”

“Yes, that was her,” Elias replied, looking away for a moment as he thanked the server for his tea as it was placed in front of him. “We had a little chat. She said you’d just gone through something and needed some time to find yourself. I pushed her, I admit, she eventually told me where you were. Don’t be angry at her.”

“I’m not,” Marc muttered, pulling a face at his now cold coffee. “I could never be angry at Layla.”

They fell into silence again. Marc glanced at his reflection to find Steven staring at Elias with an unreadable look on his face. Marc bit his lip before leaning forward, deciding to look Elias in the eye. “Why are you here?”

Elias hesitated, taking a gulp of tea. “I thought it was time to…the last time I saw you was…well, you know. I just wanted to see how you and…how you and Steven were doing.”

Marc blinked in surprise. He didn’t know his dad knew about Steven. Steven didn’t know that Elias knew about him, his own eyes wide as he stared at Elias. He’d never indicated when Marc was a child that he knew about Steven.

“I wanted to – “

“You know about Steven?” Marc asked, eyes hard at his father.

Elias’s shoulders sank before he slowly nodded. “I do. I’m sorry.”

“You let me live like that for eight years.”

“I know.” Elias looked down at his hands which were fidgeting on his lap. “I’m…I’m ashamed. I thought that she would get better, that I would be able to help her.”

“But she didn’t. You didn’t help her.

Elias nodded, then looked up at Marc with tears in his eyes. “No…no, she didn’t get better, and I’m sorry.”

Marc shook his head and looked out the window, barely seeing Steven with a single tear flowing down his cheek. Marc grit his teeth as he willed himself to not cry, he would not cry over that woman ever again. She made his life, and Steven’s life, a living Hell, and his father had let it happen. There was no way he didn’t know. The marks and bruises weren’t exactly hidden very well, and Wendy Spector had no qualms about where she left the marks.

“You let her do that to me,” Marc muttered, turning back to his father.

The gentle call of his name by Steven went ignored.

“I was just a kid.” Elias nodded, the hurt and ashamed look still on his face. “Mom didn’t just lose a son that day, I lost a brother. I blamed myself, and I never stopped blaming myself and you just…let her blame me too. We were supposed to be a family.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t know,” Marc snapped, his jaw tensing in anger. “I was miserable, for half of my life. Do you think it’s normal for mothers to beat their sons?”

“No, I know it’s not, but your mother wasn’t well – “

“Why are you still making excuses for her?”

Elias hesitated before shaking his head, the tears flowing freely down his cheeks. “I don’t know. I loved her. I loved our family. I tried to have everything go on as normal, but I…”

Elias shook his head as the words failed him. Marc stared at Elias, his arms now crossed tightly over his chest. Elias looked back up at Marc after a few moments. “I made a mistake. Your mother made a mistake, and I’m sorry I didn’t do more. I want to fix what little of a relationship we have. I understand if you would never want to see me again.”

Marc studied his father for a second before he stood, giving a nod to his father. “I’ll think about it. There’s a lot to unpack, and I’m finally at a good place in my life. I need some time, dad.”

Elias nodded sadly. “Okay, Marc. I’m glad you came to see me today. It means a lot that you took the time. And I hope that I’ll be able to talk to Steven too.”

Marc merely stared at him before turning and walking out the café, leaving before he said anything else. He took a big, deep breath as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket as he turned to look at his father in the café, still sat at the table and drinking his nearly forgotten tea.

Elias had always shown Marc kindness, even if he was protecting Wendy. His father was still there for birthdays, his Bar Mitzvah, and even when he was having trouble at school. He tried his best, he really did, but Marc couldn’t help but hold on to that resentment that he would always feel in the pit of his stomach. His father may have loved him, but he loved Wendy more.

Finally turning from his father, Marc made his way back to the flat. The sun was high in the sky despite the chill in the air, and he felt…lighter. Just a little, but he felt the difference.

I’m proud of you, mate.

Marc sighed before he felt himself smiling a little.

Tagged - @ahookedheroespureheart

#moon knight #marc spector x reader #marc x reader #marc spector x gn!reader #marc spector #oscar isaac

[hettiesworld]

Name of fic: The Distance Pairing: John Doe x OFC (Violet) Plot summary: After joining Sweet Tooth’s gang, she stumbles across John Doe and Quiet, as they were on their way towards New Chicago. She couldn’t help but feel attracted towards the milkman with a funny sense of humour… Warnings: Strong language, violence. Author's note: This is in a 3rd person POV, but it does have their thoughts in this fic.

Chapter 1

John was helplessly pulled along by Sweet Tooth, as he offered the dark-haired woman a forced smile. He was nervous, more or less because he wasn’t sure just how long this would take. He would have to stay and watch the clown’s show, and then he could be free, right? That’s what he was hoping, as he was lead into a large dining room, with a big stage, a rack of clothes, and a makeshift bed made for the clown. John looked around, before looking towards Sweet Tooth.

“What, was the suite already booked?” He joked. It got a laugh out of Sweet Tooth, as he explained himself a bit, before he pointed out what used to be an old fish tank, long dried out, that went from the floor to the ceiling. Inside was none other than quiet, who pounded on the glass with her fists.

Making sure Sweet Tooth was busy, John ran up to the glass.

“Serves you right. Why should I help you anyways?” he stated, as the woman reached into her jacket pocket, and pulled out his keys. “Shit…” He cursed, before he looked towards the other woman who’d been stuck here with them. “We’ve got to convince him to let her out. Without those keys, I’m stuck here. We’re stuck here.” He told her softly, before a scream just down the hall was heard loudly ringing out. Shit, more people? It seemed Sweet Tooth was already alerted by the noise, but John sort of stopped him before he could move on.

“Hey, wait up man, can’t we let her go?” He asked, pointing to Quiet. “Wait! Hear me out, but wouldn’t you want more people to see your show? Well, why not have three…or more people clapping for you when the shows all over?” He reasoned, forcing a smile to the clown.

Violet just ignored the milkman, but little did John know is that she was actually listening to his words. She watched the intruders' conversation, as she acted as one of Sweet Tooth's guards. All that Violet could hear from Sweet Tooth, when John suggested to let Quiet go, was deep laughter from the clown.

"Stay with them, Dragonfly. Don't let them get into any trouble." The clown asked Violet, ignoring John’s suggestion completely, as she stood there in her leather jacket and boots, her Nirvana t-shirt was on show as her bow was strapped around her body. She nodded as it gave John the idea that she was working for the clown.

When she looked away for a moment, she started to blush, noticing how handsome John was. She then cleared her throat as she looked back at Quiet and John, taking a gulp of water from her metallic gold water bottle to hide the fact that her face was bright red.

As the clown came back, with blood on his mask, he thought for a moment before shaking his head. This made Violet realise this might be her chance of escaping his casino, so she cleared her throat making the others look at her. She then muttered to Sweet Tooth, "He is correct. You might want both of their feedback for your show." She tried to convince the clown.

“What?” Sweet Tooth and John said in unison. Both were surprised by Violet speaking up. John was more surprised because he didn’t even know she could talk up until that point. He blinked a few times, before nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, what she said. We’ll stay for your show.” He insisted, as he gave Quiet a look, as if saying she better play along. “Well…you do make a good point…and it’s not like we get a lot of women around to give feedback for that demographic…alright! Dragonfly, let her out!”

Sweet Tooth agreed, after a moment of thinking it over. John sighed with relief and looked towards Dragonfly. He’d owe her one for sure. For now though, he’d focus on the situation they were in.

“So, what about the other guys?” John questioned, catching the clown’s attention. “What other guys?” Sweet Tooth asked, sounding intrigued. “The ones that are back in the casino. Didn’t you hear their car pull in?” John questioned, before suddenly the clown grabbed his large machete, and faced Violet.

“Dragonfly. Keep an eye on these two. I’m going to get more people for the show.” He insisted, as he moved out of the room, promptly leaving the three together as John moved to help get Quiet out of the large fish tank.

“You know, you have one hell of a boss.” He commented towards Dragonfly as he shook his head, although he was entirely glad she was on their side. A pretty woman like that? Of course he would be glad to have her on their side.

As Violet nodded to the clown's instruction, she chuckled under her breath as she heard John's accusation, shaking her head. "He's not my boss. God, he's too crazy." She rolled her eyes as she watched John help Quiet out of the empty fish tank. "After he heard that I was a part of the Army, he forced me to join his gang." Violet explained softly to the two of them so that Sweet Tooth couldn't hear her.

“Part of the army- no way! A pretty woman like you?” John asked in surprise, as Quiet finally climbed out of the tank, equally as surprised as John, but said nothing. Not yet. She couldn’t just trust anyone just yet.

"WAS a part of the Army." Violet said to them, shaking her head.

She then adjusted the bow and quiver on her back and then put some gold-coloured lipstick on her lips, looking into her pocket mirror, realising that it was smudging slightly. She cursed softly, "Sh*t-" She muttered to herself as she put her mirror back inside of her jacket pocket.

The man smiled as he watched Dragonfly for a moment, before he cleared his throat. “So, you ready to get out of this place, I take it? I mean, you said it yourself, the guy’s too crazy.” He questioned, to which Violet just shrugged her shoulders. He figured she must be interested in taking him up on his offer, which was fine enough for him. Still, they’d have to wait for Sweet Tooth’s show, something that did bug him. He had a schedule he was on.

He had to pick up that package, and fast. He only had ten days, after all. He couldn’t afford to waste one of those whole days here in Vegas. The man was pretty intrigued by the killer clown wanting to do a show though.

John wondered what the hell kind of show Sweet Tooth would even do? “If you were with an army at some point…did you used to live in one of the cities?” He asked curiously as he looked towards Violet, before realising he was getting ahead of himself. He hadn’t introduced himself at all yet.

"I was a Staff Sergeant. And yes I'm going to escape this fucking place, but you can't tell Sweet Tooth." She replied to John's question, before explaining to him that she had no idea what Sweet Tooth's show was going to be.

When Violet said he couldn’t tell Sweet Tooth, the man gave a nod in agreement, and gave a signal that his lips were sealed. “No worries, I gotcha.” he told her in a hushed tone, just in case the clown came snooping around during the conversation.

She knew that she was going to be apart of this 'show' and entertaining Sweet Tooth with her singing. "Yes. I used to live in Boston, but then I moved to Austin, Texas." She answered John.

“Boston? You’re from up North?” He suddenly asked, rather surprised. He’d never been up north, everyone knew it was bad up there. Too many vultures, butchers, and Holy Men. In fact, there was probably far worse up that way than he liked to admit. Even though North was exactly where he was supposed to be heading. Yeah, he really still wasn’t too thrilled about that, but at least the job was definitely worth it.

“Shit, that’s right, you don’t know who I am! I’m John. Her? I have no idea who she is. She’s a mute, I’m pretty sure.” John introduced himself, before he pointed towards Quiet who promptly flipped him off and rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

“See? This is what I had to deal with out there…” He muttered, shaking his own head, clearly not thrilled with Quiet at all. The man eyed Dragonfly though, very interested in her. She was far too pretty to be stuck in a place like this, and she seemed interesting enough. He wanted to get to know her more.

"Nice to meet you John. I'm Violet. People just call me Dragonfly because of my necklace." Vi then showed him her dragonfly necklace around her neck before looking over at Quiet, nodding at her. She wanted to tell Quiet that she was just like her, quiet but badass.

Just then, she heard loud footsteps, knowing it was Sweet Tooth and she knew he wanted them to go to the stage. Violet sighed. "I think he wants us to get to the stage. Follow me." She said so sternly, wanting John and Quiet to follow her.

John was still intrigued with Violet though, and wanted to get to know her more. They didn’t have the time though, as she mentioned getting to the show room. “Oh, right! You think he got those other guys snooping around? The guy seems pretty thorough.” John questioned, as he followed Violet along, Quiet not far behind as they entered the show room only to find a blonde woman sitting there.

“Wow, okay…that accent is very Boston…you two wouldn’t happen to know each other, would you?” The man joked, as he looked towards the blonde, then towards Violet. He chuckled awkwardly afterwards, and took a seat at a table, looking around the room. Something really did smell good, and he hadn’t noticed it until just then. Was…Sweet Tooth actually giving them a show, and food?

Violet only rolled her eyes at John, mentally apologising for his behaviour at Juliet. "No." Is all that Violet said to John's question before nodding at the blonde and going backstage to get ready for Sweet Tooth's show. She wore a black dress and matching heels, her hair was up in a bun. She then heard the clown walk into the same room where they were.

“I take it the two of you got roped into this…any clue what the shows about, exactly?” The blonde woman – who was in the same room as John, Quiet and Violet was – asked the milkman.

John watched Violet as she walked off. Seriously, how could he not? His eyes lingered right up until Quiet nudged him harshly in the side, forcing his gaze back on her. “What?” he responded, before the blonde spoke up. “No clue, blondie. Hey, why exactly are you here yourself?” He questioned curiously. She had to be a milkman. Given how casually she was treating this, it was something a lot of them shared amongst each other. He supposed he was just so used to other milkmen at this point, he could just pick up on that sort of thing.

Before the ‘blondie’ could reply, the crazed clown came back into the room.

"Are you ready Dragonfly for the show?" The clown called out to Violet, to which she replied with, "Yeah I'm ready."

She then walked onto the stage as the intro to 'Supermassive Black Hole' by Muse started to play. She held the retro-looking microphone in her hands as she began to sing with such a sultry voice.

John didn’t have a long time to think about it really, let alone think about much else as the music started playing, and Violet got up on stage.

If John had been head over heels with the woman before, he was certainly head over heels in love with her now. Okay, maybe not ‘in love’, but was she drop dead gorgeous? Yes. Was her voice absolutely breath taking? Absolutely.

His eyes were glued to her as she sang, and his eyes never left her figure. Quiet, who was equally as impressed as the other two rose her eyebrows in awe, and gave a slight nod of approval. Really, the woman was amazing, and the three had the fortunate chance to see it. All three of them were beginning to think that this show wouldn’t be as bad as they were thinking it would be to begin with.

Violet went off stage and that was it for the first act. The other two was up to Sweet Tooth for the other acts, having no idea what his plan was going to be. She got dressed back to her original outfit, as she was intending to escape with that outfit and not with a dress on.

John watched Violet return and gave her a wide grin. “Wow, an army woman and a great singer? You’re really something else.” he complimented.

Vi tried so hard not to blush in front of him as he complimented her. Just then, she felt Sweet Tooth pull her by her arm, to which she did not like and the others could tell she didn't.

John wanted to say more, but before he could, Sweet Tooth went pulling her along, and John didn’t like that one bit. In fact, it made him shift in his seat, as if stopping himself from getting up immediately and starting a fight with the guy. He already knew from experience that would be a bad idea though, so instead, sat still. He wasn’t sure just how honest Sweet Tooth had been about letting the two of them go after the show. Especially now that more people had miraculously shown up.

"Dragonfly, my little girl… I would like for you to entertain our guests again with a little show, if you know what I mean." She cringed, knowing exactly what the clown was on about.

But she saw the confusion on the others' faces as she sighed, going backstage yet again to get ready for the second act.

Then again, the crazed clown had actually been kind of nice to him after their little fight, so who knows. John looked over towards Quiet, who casted a glance towards him. “I know, I know…we’ll get out of this as soon as we can…” He promised the girl. She just glared at him, and turned her gaze towards the stage.

John wasn’t leaving Violet though. He couldn’t now. There was no way in hell he would let her stay back here and suffer in this place. He could tell she wanted to leave, and so, he’d help her. He was determined now more than ever to do so.

After 2 more acts of Violet wearing outfits that were too revealing, and singing 'Sexyback' by Justin Timberlake and 'Old Town Road' by Lil Nas X, she was exhausted as hell from the 3 performances. John couldn’t keep his eyes off of Violet, as she came out and sang in the revealing outfits.

His eyes lingered over her body, and whenever it was a bit too long, Quiet would nudge him. Quiet on the other hand had realised that the blonde was busy freeing herself when the clown wasn’t looking. It seemed everyone was focused on escaping. Well, everyone except for John who was more focused on Violet on stage. It seemed like he’d long forgotten about what they been discussing before this show.

She looked at Sweet Tooth, who was cheering and applauding it.

"Sooo… what did you guys think?" The clown asked John, Juliet and Quiet, tilting his head with curiosity as he leaned his baseball bat against his beefy-looking shoulder. Violet wasn't sure how he was going to react with either a compliment or a criticism about her show, so she just stood there nervously.

Once the show was over, it took John a moment to remember where he actually was. What they were doing here.

Oh shit. That’s right. “Y-yeah! It was great!” John agreed with the blonde, although was surprised at the clown’s violent reaction. That wasn’t what he’d wanted to hear? The man looked towards Violet and wasn’t sure what to say. “I’m serious! She was amazing!!” He quickly said.

The clown got annoyed at John's compliment, the grip on his baseball bat got tighter. He didn't want them to compliment the performance at all. He wanted to them to be brutally honest about the whole thing, and he would keep his promise of letting them go.

Quiet then spoke up. “It was fine. She has a great voice and all, but you’ve got to change up a show when you’re entertaining people.” She said, suddenly making everyone go silent. “What?” John asked, surprised the woman could even talk. “Well, not everyone likes music right? Maybe you could’ve…done some skits between the music.” Quiet added, causing the clown to stop and think, seemingly debating the woman’s idea.

When he heard Quiet's criticism, the smirk on his face grew at the fact that the woman could actually speak. He laughed out loud before saying to them, "Okay, okay! I'll let you go now. Go on." He then went to uncuff Juliet from her chair, not noticing that she tried to get out of it.

John was relieved when Sweet Tooth seemingly just accepted Quiet’s criticism and stood up, ready to leave. But as she saw John trying to get Violet to go with them, he stopped them in their tracks. "Not her. She stays."

Violet looked down to see Sweet Tooth's hand gripping her arm, not letting her go with them. She was speechless as she looked over at John with a pleading look in her eyes. She couldn't take down the clown on her own, even with her judo and karate training but she was getting angry with him touching her arms.

"What? But you said-" She tried to explain to Sweet Tooth of their deal, but he interrupted her yet again by laughing in her face. "NO! That was not part of our deal, Dragonfly. You still stay, remember?" He suddenly shouted at her, as she felt his grip getting tighter.

John froze in place as the clown stopped Violet from leaving. He turned to look at the clown, and shook his head. “Come on, man. Just let the lady go, she doesn’t want to stay here anymore.” He said, knowing fully well it wouldn’t convince the clown. He gave Quiet a look, and the woman seemed reluctant, but ready to help. They’d need to team up, he supposed, especially if they wanted to get out of here in one piece, altogether.

“Well, if she ain��t leaving, then we’ll just have to bust her out.” John said, as he threw a well placed punch at the clown, but it hardly made the man budge. The man’s eyes widened in horror. Shit. He forgot the guy was a damn good fighter. Quiet shoved John out of the way, just in time to avoid the machete to the face. Instead, the machete got lodged in the floor. “Shit!” He shouted, as he looked around the room. The blonde was gone, and it seemed like it was only he, Quiet, and Violet for now.

As Sweet Tooth let her go after going after John tried to punch him, she managed to avoid the situation as she grabbed her bow and quiver. She notched a cool trick arrow onto the bow and aimed it at the clown, whilst climbed on a table. She then shouted at him, "Hey dumbass!" She said in Spanish, which made the clown turn around towards her. "This is for making me stay here!"

She then let go of the arrow and as soon as it hit Sweet Tooth's mask, it let out some kind of gas that would knock out a person, including some crazed clown.

John watched as Violet’s trick arrow hit Sweet Tooth, and knocked him out. Relief washed over him instantly, and ran after her as soon as she shouted for them to do so. “You are the most bad-ass woman I know!!” John shouted with a chuckle as he and Quiet made it to Evelin, his own car.

Quiet tossed him the keys, and John started up the car, glancing towards Violet. He wasn’t about to lose her, not when he was just getting to know her. Besides, without her, Quiet and himself would’ve been stuck there themselves. They might even have been dead already without her.

She got down from the table and rushed over towards John and Quiet. "Let's go! What are you guys waiting for?" She said to them as she managed to get out of the casino and to her motorbike Archangel.

“Hey, Violet!” John shouted. “Stay close, we don’t need to lose you when we just got you out of here!” He added, before he heard Violet call back at him.

"Already ahead of you, John!" Violet rode Archangel, her motorbike towards John and Quiet in his car, Evelin and stopped it to look at the two of them. She had to admit though that John did look handsome whilst he was driving his car. But she was nervous that Quiet was going to steal John away from her. But he wasn't hers. He will never be hers, right?

They all quickly pulled out of the casino, and started driving in the direction John had been driving in beforehand, eyes glancing over to the mirror to make sure that she wasn’t far behind. With that, he sped off out of Vegas, glad to leave the city behind. He never wanted to see a clown ever again. At least, not for awhile.

"We should get a motel. It is getting late." Violet suggested to the two of them, knowing that there was a motel between Vegas and the checkpoint. As she followed John and Quiet out of Vegas, she realised that there was a checkpoint a few miles ahead of their journey. She didn't know where they were going to, but after that whole time with Sweet Tooth, she was willing to follow them.

John felt pretty damn good after that. Mostly because now he had a pretty woman to look forward to talking with. Chances were, she’d be a lot of help on his journey to ‘New Chicago’. He just needed to get that package, and bring it back to Raven. It definitely sounded easier than it was. Who knew what would await them up North. If it were anything like that deranged clown, he really wasn’t sure how they’d manage. They would though. They’d have to.

Hearing Violet’s voice, John looked over towards her, and gave a nod. “Yeah! I know a place, just follow me!” He called back, as he sped ahead, but not too fast. With it getting darker out, they ran the risk of running into vultures, butchers, and even Holy Men, if they were even more unlucky. It wasn’t much longer of a drive, and John stopped at an abandoned hotel. It gave them ample opportunity to relax and at least figure out where to go from here. Especially since Quiet was an… unwanted guest in his vehicle he was only reluctantly allowing to tag along.

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[pacifymebby]

My Bloody Valentine

Chapter One

Soft as Snow (but warm inside)

 I watched my breath condense in the air before me as I dawdled home beside my best friend's boyfriend. The October night had snook in suddenly with a chill that threatened frost and none of us were really dressed for the weather. 

Still, that didn't stop us from slow walking back along the main road trying to elongate the evening and preserve the last ten minutes of the night before we split at the cross roads and said goodnight. 

"Reet this is me by the way," I said holding back a little way from the lights. Shoving my hands into the pockets of my too big leather jacket to search for my cigarettes and a lighter, surveying the quiet roads and the warm glow of the streetlight flickering above us. 

"Oh shit," sighed Alys turning her head to take in her surroundings, finally realising where we were, "huh... You live closer than I remember..." She mused, sucking in her cheek as she turned to Johnny who looked just as surprised as she did. 

"Oh come on man..." I smirked at her dazed boyfriend, "you helped me move in like two months ago..." 

"Yeah..." He nodded rolling a cigarette between his fingers as he looked down the hill towards my house, "yeah I did didn't I..." 

"Yeah," I smirked shaking my head at them both in affectionate disbelief, trying to control my shivering. 

The chill hadn't been so bad when we'd been walking but now that we'd stopped I could feel the sting of the cold around my fingers. Inside my little ballet slippers my feet were being forced to regret the misjudged aesthetic id chosen to run with that night and I was beginning to grow inpatient for the warmth of my bed. 

We hadn't meant to stay out as late as we had, just one drink after Alys' birthday dinner, but of course one drink had done as it always does and several hours later we were all comfortably drunk, the last in the bar at kicking out time.

"Okay well I'll see you soon," said Alys throwing her arms around me, hugging me tight, promising that we'd see one another again before she went away. "Let me know when you get home safe... I know you won't but still..." 

"I'll try..." I smiled already guilty because we both knew I would forget. 

"See y'soon pet," yawned Johnny as he pulled me into a hug, rocking me dramatically from side to side before he let me go. "Don't try, do..."

I gave them a little salute as I stepped backwards into the road, one foot behind the other wobbling just a little as I shoved my hands back into the depths of my pockets and turned on my heel. I could hear their conversation fade as they walked away up the hill, leaving me alone to the quiet of the midnight street I wandered down. 

I took a cigarette of my own and lit it, captivated by the flame of my lighter as I flicked it on and off and on and off. It was pretty, the way it danced and flickered, licking at the tip of my cigarette. Pretty enough to distract me as I walked so that I wasn't really paying any attention to my surroundings. Wasn't really looking where I was going. Just dawdling the familiar route back to my flat on autopilot. 

I took a long drag on my cigarette and took pleasure in blowing out, watching the thin plume of smoke rise and dissipate into the night. 

I didn't notice anyone else on the street. Didn't notice the hoodie emerge from one of the alleys which connected the backs of all the restaurants and bars along the main road. Didn't notice their steps trailing mine. 

Not until it was too late. 

Not until their elbow was digging into my neck, one hand over my mouth, the other arm squeezing tight around my waist, lifting me just far enough from the floor for me to realise my helplessness. 

Even when it happened, even when the air had been snatched from my lungs so that screaming wasn't an option, I wasn't quite sure that it was really happening. 

"Give me your fuckin phone!" They growled, "your phone an your wallet yeah fuckin give me em now..." 

I tried to open my mouth to speak, panic gripping me when I realised that I still couldn't breathe. 

"I said give me your fuckin..." 

And then suddenly their grip went slack. Their arm went limp, their hand fell away from my mouth and my feet hit the floor as he let me go. 

I stumbled away from them, one foot tripping over the other from the momentum of my fall, turning just in time to see the hooded stranger shoved up against the wall by someone else. 

"Told you before mate," growled the stranger, the rest of his threat too hushed for me to hear as i stood watching in stunned silence. My saviour in a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt, effortlessly holding the hooded lad up off the floor by the neck of his shirt. He gave him a short sharp shake knocking his lolling head back against the concrete before sending him shoved into the street to scramble away. 

All I could do was stand and stare as the lad in the hoodie stumbled up the street, breaking out into a clumsy run and darting round a corner. He disappeared into the night just as quietly as he'd cut into it and as I gazed a little dizzied at the now empty patch of pavement he'd been stood, I pulled my jacket around my body a little tighter. 

"Are y'alreet Poppy?" 

I stood quietly, shivering with my arms wrapped tightly around myself. I wasn't exactly dazed just breathless. Stunned, my heart beating out of my chest, my senses working over time. 

It took me a second to realise what he'd said, the stranger who stood before me. He held one hand out to me, hesitant to take my arm and steady me. When I looked up at him closer however I was certain that's what he was, a stranger. 

"H..how do y'know my name?" I asked, trying not to stutter, failing miserably because now that he was so close to me it was him overwhelming my senses. 

He stood over me with one hand cupping my elbow, his body shielding me from the street. He was pale and his sharp features were unfamiliar to me, that I was certain of as I looked up into his brown eyes. They were dark, swallowing the light from the street lamp overhead, dark enough to send a shiver through me as I trembled beneath his touch. 

There was something about him which left me feeling weak, made it difficult to listen to the voice of reason in my head which told me to say thank you and flee as quickly as possible. 

"What?" he asked a small smirk tugging at his lips, "course I know your name," he said, brows tugging into an amused frown, "met before haven't we..." 

I mirrored his frown then, a cold wash of embarrassment rippling through me, sitting heavy and uncomfortable as a stone in my stomach as I looked up at him, studying his smirking expression desperate to recognise him and remember his name. 

"H...have we?" I asked softly, feeling guilty because if we had I really didn't remember him at all... and that struck me as odd because I was certain had I ever met him before I'd have remembered him - he wasn't exactly the kind of... "Oh..." I breathed softly as a name drifted into my head like a cork floating on the tide, "Sam?" 

I watched as his smile broke, grew wide and bright lighting those dark irises, leaving little creases in the corners of his eyes. 

"I'll put your forgetfulness down to the shock eh?" he asked shooting me a wink as he trailed his hand from my elbow down to my wrist, turning my palm up to reveal the keys I'd been clutching in my hands. The deep red imprints they'd left. His smile softened then, his fingers closing mine back around the keys, patting them closed and letting me go. It was strange, the way the absence of his touch left me feeling colder. How the sudden distance between us made me step forward, closing the gap between us again quicker than my brain could think to stop me embarrassing myself. 

He smirked down at me, pushing his dirty blonde hair from his face, scrunching it in his fist before letting it go. Reaching for my shoulder again. 

"Are y'alright Poppy?" he asked again, watched as this time I frowned again, shook my head. I closed my eyes for a second, my thoughts finally catching up to me, my confusion blurring every thought into the next so that it hurt to try and think about what had happened. 

"H... how did you... where did you come from?" I asked quietly, not the question I'd wanted to ask but the one I was left floundering with, a blush spreading across my cheeks as I shivered in the cold. 

"What dya mean where did I come from?" he chuckled gesturing vaguely across the street, "the offy like," he said holding a fresh packet of cigarettes up as if he needed to prove himself. Which of course he didn't because it had been a stupid question. 

"H... how did you..." 

"No offence poppet," he smirked cutting me off, stroking my shoulder with his thumb, "but a meant are you alright? Did he hurt ya?" he asked his words hushing me into a shy kind of quiet. I hadn't really thought about it, I'd been too shocked and then too relieved to consider whether I'd been hurt. 

"Uh," I caught my bottom lip between my teeth before I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head feeling exhaustion beginning to sneak up on me. "I don't know S...Sam..." in the back of my mind there was a hesitance to say his name, as if I still didn't quite believe that I knew him, "I don't think so.. I'm probably fine.. uh, thanks for.. I don't know..." I trailed off, blush burning my cheeks as I realised what I'd been about to say. 

"Savin you?" he asked brow raised, the way his smile felt like he was laughing at me only burning my blush deeper, "makes you sound like my damsel in distress that does..." 

I couldn't help but shy away then, tugging the sleeves of my jacket down over my hands, hugging my arms around my chest as I averted my gaze to the floor. 

"I..." I started, trailing off when he grinned again. 

"Long as you're alreet yeah?" he asked shocking me when he pushed my chin up with the side of his fingers, let his thumb linger on my jaw, "you're sure you're not hurt?" he asked again, his dark eyes locked with mine, making me think twice about my answer, making me want to be honest with him. 

"No," I said shaking my head, "no I'm fine Sam a promise... just.. just scared me I guess..." 

"Aye," he nodded, "am not surprised poppet," he said wrapping an arm around my shoulder steering me down the street towards my flat. I can only put it down to the shock, the shivers of adrenaline still racing through my body, senses wired, thoughts clouded, that I didn't stop to ask how he knew the way to my flat. 

"Don't wanna sound like 'yer da' lass, but what were y'doin walkin on y'own anyway like?" 

"I wasn't..." I said, losing my words to another blush, catching my thumb between my teeth when I realised what I'd said, "I mean... my friends were... I'd only just said goodbye to em and my flats like what, two minutes away... I guess I thought I'd be fine..." I said trying to defend myself, feeling suddenly like I needed to justify my mistake, "I walk this way all the time and it's usually..." 

"Fine?" he asked with a smirk, "y'know this end of towns proper rough lass, y'shouldn't be walking round at night alone.. specially not when you've been on the drink like..." 

"Wh.." I trailed off eyes widening as I turned my head away from him, mortified to think that he could smell the booze on my breath. I hadn't been that bad, we hadn't had that much...

"Don't look like that," he laughed, "were a lucky guess poppet, y'don't stink like a walkin brewery," he laughed at me, squeezing me back into his side where I'd tried to shrink away from him. 

"Wait.." I frowned, "if its so rough round here why were you out on your own?" my question only etching his smirk deeper. 

"Thats different," he shrugged. 

"Why cause you're a man?" I asked unimpressed eyebrow cocked, my confidence faltering when he grinned and shook his head. 

"No lass," he grinned but he didn't give me an answer, just trailed off, rubbed his hand over my shoulder and stopped walking. When I stopped too, looked up at the door we'd stopped in front of my breath caught in my throat. 

"Wait how... how do you know where I live?" I asked my brain fuzzing over with a sinister confusion, my heart beginning to race as that cold shiver ran through my body again. But when I turned away from my door back to him I found myself alone. Found myself frozen to the spot, shivering in the car park, thoughts jumbled in a cloudy panic as I starred at the empty car park, the quiet street. The shadows which were simply shadows. 

"Sam?" I called out, trying to keep the edge of fear from my voice, "Sam?" I asked again, a little louder though still only a mousy squeak as I fumbled with my house keys trying to find the right one to slip into the lock as quickly as I could. 

Because I hadn't been scared in his presence. Hadn't been scared to walk home with him. 

Was, in his absence, terrified. 

Suddenly I felt like the loneliest girl in the world. 

#sam fender imagines #sam fender fanfiction

[crisiscutie]

Got another Yandere Sephiroth imagine for you:

Yandere Sephiroth having a "friends with benefits" relationship with Darling. He's terribly stressed out and he does need relief,yes I heard that Sephiroth wouldn't actually be the one to go with having a sexual relationship but I do think he might consider the idea of it

Darling also feel attracted to Sephiroth in a way and she does want to help him,they both knew eachother long before they decided to have a mutually beneficial relationship together. Darling was quite experienced in sex and good at convincing and assuring others. So Sephiroth felt at ease with her,she did manage to convince him sex isn't all that bad, it's a thing that people do and it's okay

(Bet Shinra has those stupid say-no-to-sex propagandas and shit even though their CEO has more than one illegitimate kid. It's a thought I have about Shinra,after all they probably have the motto "Devote yourself to the Company,we don't care about what you think" )

At first, Sephiroth had a fear in their relationship,he feared he would love her. Sephiroth didn't feel like love is something for him at all,since he sees himself as a being unlike human or that he's not like a human at all. So Darling convinced him that there will be no strings attached should they end their relationship and they came to an agreement,none will ever fall in love with the other one during their relationship

Darling stayed true to the agreement,but on Sephiroth's part, not so much. He found himself developing affection for Darling and he tried to stop before it's too late. Until........

One day, Sephiroth is awfully exhausted about everything around him and he almost had a mental breakdown. Then Darling came to his aid and gave him a kiss in order to calm him down. During the kiss, Sephiroth felt that all the despair and agony go away when he's with her and he wanted to cherish this moment forever

Till she pulled away and found that he's indeed calmed down,she immediately left right after bc she cannot stay for so long,after all it is their agreement and Darling didn't want to deepen their bond in any way, shape or form. Leaving Sephiroth alone there does it make him realise something: Darling is the one who can easily slipped away and leave him the most

He understands why she left,it was the goddamn agreement between them and Darling wasn't wrong for abiding it. Just that it makes him feel the void in his heart all over again and only Darling can fulfill that void. Yes their time spent together were mostly sexual and physical but to him, those are special moments and not entirely meaningless

(Side note: I just hate how people exacerbate sexual bonds or relationship or sex in general as if it's not a thing and it's bad for you even though healthy sex is a thing. Plus sex is literally the only thing that keeps humanity existing)

Sephiroth thought that instead tormenting himself of his love for her and burying it deep inside his heart,why not embrace it like he embraces her? His heart began grow a dark, corrupted side,an obsession and possession towards Darling,he will never ever let her go

Hi there it's me,the one who created Irregularity AU,hope you like this new imagine and you mind if I'm🌹 anon here? It can be easier for you to know which imagine is from me from now on. I honestly prefer being anon, hope you don't mind

This is just part 1 btw, I'll send you part 2 after this

Content Warnings: NSFW

I like this imagine! I headcanon Sephiroth as demiromantic/sexual so this would make a lot of sense for why he developed feelings for the darling despite their agreement about not falling in love. Plus this boi is so obviously affection starved without knowing it initially. Poor darling truly did not know what she signed up for.

And yeah, Shinra for sure have those "don't do sex" type of propaganda. They already shape the world with their corporate interests, with the power of their money looming over everything imaginable.

I can imagine Sephiroth's sex education growing up would be something like this scene in Mean Girls (you guys probably already know it), so when the darling and Seph had sex after the first time, this lesson would be repeatedly playing in his head just as a lingering fear, even through he knows its bullshit xD

On an additional note, I always imagined Seph not enjoying the use of condoms but will use it for his and his darling's sake. Pulling out isn't fun for him either, as I think he would have a deep seated desire to stay inside of her. He always hated pulling away from his darling in any way or his darling pulling away from him...

Though, I wonder: Would he try to babytrap her eventually? I'm excited for part two! 💜

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