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joonggphilia · 6 months

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Pairing: Dom! Top! Lee Jeno x Sub! Bttm! Mreader Genre: Smut Cw: IdolxFan, corruption, semi-public, degradation, katoptronophilia A/n: I actually really enjoyed writing this. This fic has part 2 potential <3

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You were a sweating, crying, and a moaning mess, pressed up against a mirror in his dressing room. Whose room one may ask? None other than Lee Jeno’s. How did you get yourself here, let’s rewind————Tonight was the Nct Dream concert you had managed front row tickets to, crazy! You absolutely adored them, especially Jeno. You got to the venue early so that there wasn’t a crowd to push through. You were so early you happened to bump into a certain someone, leaving the restroom. “I’m so sorry, didn’t mean to- OH!” You looked up to make eye contact with Jeno. Jeno of all people. “No it’s really ok! That was my bad. You know the show doesn’t start in another hour?” Jeno questioned, placing his hands on his hips. “I do, I just wanted to miss the crowd.” You breathed, awkwardly scratching your neck. He found this cute. He found you cute. The way you twiddled your fingers as he loomed over you. It sounded so bad, but he wanted to corrupt you or take advantage of you. Jeno considered himself a kind man, but god were your innocent eyes driving him crazy. “Hey, since your so early wanna help me out. I’m kind stressed and I need some help prepping for this concert.” Jeno blurted, half-truthfully. “M-me? I don’t know how I could possibly help you.” You panicked, feeling guilty for practically turning him down. “Cmon, I really need it. Please?” The taller plead. “Ok, whatever you need, I’ll help!” You chirped, changing your tone. Perfect. Back to the current situation———“Cmon whore, you can take me a little further! I’m not even trying yet.” Jeno grunted, as he pushed his cock deeper into your gapping hole. “O-of Course! I w-want your k-kids, pl-please!” You moaned, the sight of yourself in the mirror taking a hit to your pride, yet turning you on all at once. “Anything for a whore like you.” He hummed, thrusting up and finally hitting the spot. “OH JENO!” You screamed, your body twitching and squirming at the sensation. “Quiet down pretty boy! If you wanna be my dedicated whore, you can’t ruin my reputation.” Jeno whisper-yelled into your ear. He kept the pace of his thrusts while he moved his mouth down to your neck, leaving beautiful purple marks in his path. “You’re gonna go out into that crowed all marked and bred by me, hm? Risky, but not surprising for a slut.” He degraded, slithering his hands around to stroke your throbbing dick. “Your slut.” You mumbled, throwing your head back against his shoulder and kissing his cheek. “Yeahhhh, my slut.” Jeno agreed, Turning his head to sloppily make out with you. The overstimulation of his cock, hands, and mouth were sending you over the edge. Your mind began to blur, changing all your words to a mantra of Jeno’s name. “That’s my whore. I’m Lee Jeno, your idol.” He spat, thrusting up harder and pumping his hands faster. “J-JENO! I-IM CUMMING!” You shouted, your orgasm hitting you like a train, shooting cum all over the mirror in front of you. “All pretty in the mirror for me whore. We are gonna do this again!” Jeno grunted, as his last strong thrust brought him to his release, painting your insides white. “Now you’ve got my kids. That’ll be bad for my reputation if anyone finds out, pretty boy. You keep quiet and maybe you’ll see me again.” Jeno hummed, pulling out and cleaning himself off. “Can I? I like you a lot, Jeno!” You asked, dabbing sweat from your body. “Yeah sure, now you better go get those seats.” Jeno whispered in your ear, before nudging you towards the door. You hid your face as you opened the door to walk out, but not without bumping into someone who was on the way in. “Sorry!” You squeaked, before running down the hall. Renjun watched your figure disappear down the hallway. “What about your rep, Jeno!? Didn’t know someone like you would stoop to fucking fans in your dressing room. You better get serious with him, don’t break his heart.” Renjun scolded, with a stressed scoff. “Don’t worry, we agreed on something. I think he’s a keeper anyway!”

#lee jeno #smut #bottom male reader #jeno x male reader #nct dream smut #jeno x reader #nct x reader #nct x male reader #nct dream x reader #kpop x male reader

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neverknoah · 2 months

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I love the concept of Noah and y/n being more than friends but not quite in a relationship yet 😮‍💨 all the sexual tension and giddy feelings of it being new and yet they are so scared to push the boundaries of becoming official and risking the friendship 😫 can you please elaborate and give fluff of just some moments in that time. Like them sneaking touches or inside jokes to the point where everyone sees it but them, that they are so in love 🧍🏻‍♀️🗿 I am a sucker for friends to lovers

oh my goodness this is so stinking sweet!!!

-everyone around yall can see it clear as day but the both of you are too scared to admit anything because you’re too scared it will ruin the friendship the two of you have had for years

-yall definitely have little inside jokes that only you and him get where someone will say something and the both of you look over at eachother and start belly laughing and everyone around y’all is just like 🤨

-i feel like if the crew is having a movie night you and him are snuggled up together. even though yall aren’t together you look very coupley snuggled up together sharing a blanket

-noah loves to hold your pinky in public/big crowds because it makes him feel more comfortable that your safe and he can keep his eye on you. it gives you the biggest butterflies in your tummy

-be brings you little knick knacks from touring and has a special story behind it or a special meaning to ya’lls “friendship” *wink* *wink*

-I do not know about y'all, but I am definitely shorter than noah, so if you are taller.... I'm sorry, skip this one. But, noah definitely makes fun of you sweetly, like he'll rest his arm on your head ike an armrest or he calls you nicknames like "mouse" or "bunny" or "thumbelina." I can imagine thumbelina becoming like a second name to you where the entire band also starts calling you thumbelina because noah started it

-noah is also just a very affectionate person in my head. he loves to hug you and hold your hand and just small gestures of touch that make your tummy erupt into butterflies

-I think if the strings of his hoodie are messed up or his hair is doing something weird you'll just fix it for him and sometimes it catches him off guard. you being so close to him without him being able to really touch you, but he can smell your shampoo and feel the smoothness of your skin while you fix whatever was out of place. it gets him flustered really fast.

Also along with this is after you've gone shopping you'll do a little try on haul for him. modeling all your new clothes and him asking you to do a spin so he can admire you the outfit in all it's glory. THIS gets him so flustered so fast that afterwards he has to have some "alone time."

-I think how you guys actually end up a couple is super sweet and spur of the moment. You came to surprise Bad Omens on their last show of tour and when the concert concludes the guys are running off stage with no idea that you're there and when Noah spots you his eyes light up all big and he's running over to you, engulfing you in a big 'ole sweaty hug and you're definitely squeezing him back. When he releases his hug on you he's staring into your eyes and you're looking back up at his eyes so full of love that he can't help but kiss you then and there. Of course you're a little shocked at first but you're immediately melting into his lips and tugging him closer.

Meanwhile Nicholas, Jolly, Matt, and Folio are all like

wathcing the two of you. But, at the same time they're all like "for fucks sake finally."

When Noah pulls back his only words are "thanks for being my biggest supporter." and you response with a "forever and always." and he leans back down to kiss you again.

thank you, anon, for sending this in. sorry it took me so long to get to it!!!! I hope I did your ask justice <3

#noah sebastion headcanon #noah sebstian thought #bad omens headcanon #bad omens thought #bad omens #bad omens cult #bad omens band #noah sebastian #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fluff

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carmybears · 2 years

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Surprise Visitor

This was a dumb idea that really got away from me.

pairing: carmy berzatto X female!reader

summary: Your sexy surprise for Carmy is derailed when a certain cousin of his decides to make an unplanned visit. Mentions of sexy stuff, but no actual smut.

word count: 2.4K

“Oh fuck!”

“Oh shit, shit, shit!”

“Cousin, who the fuck—“

You sprang to your feet, desperately trying to find a blanket, a sheet, anything to cover your nearly naked body as Carmy blocked the hallway leading from his front door, trying desperately to push the man who you can only assume was his “cousin,” Richie, back the way he came.

To say that this was a surprise would be an understatement.

Tonight was supposed to be a night of fun for Carmy, a chance to blow off steam after you knew from his myriad of frustrated text messages that he’d been having a bad day.

God, the toilet’s broken…again. This fuckin place will be the death of me.

Jfc Richie just managed to get himself locked in the walk-in. this day is endless.

Wish me luck for dinner service. I’ll be thinking about you.

The plan to surprise Carmy by being in his apartment, clad in only lacy black lingerie and one of his aprons, had been brewing in your mind ever since he had given you a key. It seemed like, if ever there was a day to give him his surprise, it would be today. Obviously, you hadn’t expected company.

“Get the fuck out, Richie,” Carmy commanded.

“I’m staying right the hell here until you tell me what the fuck is going on.”

You froze on the spot. Despite your best attempts to protect your modesty, the nearest item to cover yourself was the hoodie you had thrown over the back of Carmy’s kitchen chair when you’d arrived, and it was very much in full view of Richie.

“Carm,” your voice wavered, still stunned by how quickly your plan had gone downhill. “I’m kind of trapped here.”

“Y’got clothes somewhere?” Carmy poked his head around the corner and you saw the flush rising in his cheeks, making his already stark blue eyes all the more striking.

“In there,” you motioned to his bedroom down the hall.

Frustrated, he scrubbed a palm over his face and then disappeared from your view. “Richie! Eyes closed and turn the fuck around.”

“Why do I have to do both?”

“I said turn around.”

After a beat, you crept forward, seeing Carmy with his hands on the taller man’s shoulders, keeping him still. Swiftly, you tore across the apartment, apron flapping around your bare thighs as you ran into Carmy’s bedroom and slammed the door behind you.

You hurriedly grabbed at the small duffle bag you had brought along with you, pulling out a pair of leggings, an old concert t-shirt and a pair of fuzzy socks for good measure – you wanted to cover about as much skin as humanly possible right about now.

You were in the process of untying the apron from around your waist when you heard the soft knock at Carmy’s door.

“You ok in there?” his voice was muffled through the doorway, but his concern for you was still evident.

“Fine,” you huffed.

The wooden door creaked and you visualized Carmy leaning against it, his brows knitting together in concern. “At the risk of sounding like an idiot, what’re you doing here tonight?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise.” You grumbled at him as you continued to fiddle with the ties of the apron. Your fingers were trembling slightly in embarrassment and you were starting to suspect that you were only making the knot tighter. “Can you come in here and help me with this damn thing?”

The door opened just a crack as Carmy slipped into the room, sidling up close to you – close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath fanning across your face. His fingers covered your own and he began to deftly undo the knot that you had created.

“Well, I think we were all surprised tonight, sunshine.”

You pouted at him, still feeling a bit sour that your evening had gone to hell so quickly, but you felt yourself melt when he lifted his eyes to yours and smiled warmly at you.

The knot at your waist was undone, and gravity began to do its work of pulling the apron away from you. Carmy slipped his fingers under the ties that lay around your neck and helped you to pull it over your head. You caught his eyes skimming over your body, lingering at the delicate lace that covered your breasts and arched over the curve of your hips.

“You know you can surprise me anytime,” he mumbled low enough for you to hear.

You ignored the way that his voice sent chills up and down your spine and made warmth begin to pool deep in your stomach. Instead, you socked him gently in the arm and began pulling your t-shirt over your head.

“By the way, what the hell is Richie doing here anyway? I thought you said he never comes over.”

Carmy rolled his eyes and raked a hand through his hair. “Oh he’s been going on and on about some denim jacket he swears that Mikey gave to him that I supposedly stole and brought with me to New York. I didn’t exactly have much of a choice when he followed me home and said that he was going to steal it back.”

“That’s frustrating.”

“That’s Richie.”

Fully clothed and feeling marginally less rattled, you took it upon yourself to be the first one to leave the bedroom.

“Cousin! You going to tell me what the hell is going on?”

“What’s going on,” Carmy began, his voice annoyed as he continued walking down the hallway, rounding the corner to the living room, “Is that you were an unexpected guest. Now, Richie, meet y/n. My girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? Did hell freeze over? There’s no way you’re dating this broad.”

This broad? Seriously? Suddenly, many of the stories Carmy had told you about Richie began to make sense.

“This broad is standing right here, and she’s less than delighted to make your acquaintance under these circumstances,” you piped up, extending a hand to Richie. “But seeing as we’re here now, I suppose it’s nice to meet you, Richie.”

Richie took your hand and gave it a curt shake.

“Nice meeting you too, Carmy’s girlfriend. And I want to get it out of the way now that I didn’t see anything. Well, except your ass and a bit of side boob.”

Your eyes widened and Carmy stepped forward, angling himself in front of you protectively.

“Cousin,” he snapped. “Are we looking for that fucking jacket or what?”

“What, in your bedroom? Where there’s probably fluids and stuff? Nah, you can go look; I’m gonna stay right here where I am now, thank you.”

“Unbelievable.”

You placed a hand on Carmy’s arm, giving his bicep a reassuring squeeze right over his 773 tattoo. “Hey, how ‘bout you just go and grab the jacket? Its fine, I’m fine. Really.”

Carmy’s eyes searched your face, looking for any hesitation in your features before finally looking warily over to Richie.

“Behave yourself, would you?”

“Always do.”

You rolled your eyes at Richie then crossed through to the kitchen, pulling a glass out of the cupboard and getting yourself a glass of water. Richie followed you from a distance, leaning in the threshold of the room and studying you curiously.

“Can I help you with something?” you asked dryly.

“You’re dating Carmy, huh?”

Were you going to do this all night? You nod slowly, wondering where this is going.

“How long has this… y’know, you two… How long as that been happening?”

You thought back for a moment, mentally counting the days that had passed since your first official date with Carmy.

“Officially, it’s been about two months now. But before that, there were probably like 3 months where we both had our heads up our asses, not quite sure how to talk to each other about how we felt.”

“Did you meet on then apps then or what?”

“No, no,” you shook your head. “I live in the building, so we’d see each other from time to time. Then there was this night awhile back where my front door was jammed. I was basically locked out of my apartment and Carmy brought me back here to help me out. Let me charge my phone, cooked me some dinner while we waited for the locksmith to arrive. We just kind of clicked so –“

“So you fucked him?!” Richie’s voice was incredulous.

“No, what the fuck, dude?” you were stunned. “We just started to hang out, y’know? I’m a night owl so I’d come up here when he’d come home from work and we’d talk. With our clothes on.”

Richie seemed satisfied enough with your answer to not continue to grill you with more questions. You leaned against the kitchen counter and sipped your water, puzzled by this man and his apparent lack of verbal filter.

“I noticed he’s been happier lately,” Richie finally said after a long moment. His tone was more serious than you had heard from him all night.

“Yeah?”

He nodded solemnly, stepping closer to you.

“I’m sure you know about his brother and the restaurant and the whole big…shit show that has been going down since Carmy came back home.”

You nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“Carmen just seemed pretty miserable to be back here, to be honest. He was going through it – I mean we all were, but damn. Mikey loved him; he really did. And you know I’m not actually family, but Mikey is like my brother. He was like my brother. Which means that Carmy is too. And, I dunno, as much as I give him shit, I still hate to see the kid going though it like that, you know?”

“No, I get it.”

Richie held your gaze for a long moment and let out a long breath.

“I can’t quite describe it, but he’s just been better these last few months. He just seems lighter somehow. And I don’t know if that’s you, or what, but I’m glad. The kid deserves to be happy.” He smirked and clapped a hand over your shoulder. “Just don’t tell him I said that.”

“Secret’s safe with me.” You couldn’t help but feel a seed of affection being planted for him just then. For as much of an ass and a pervert as he was, he cared about Carmy in his own obnoxious way. It was your common ground.

Carmy came down the hallway then, visibly perplexed when he saw Richie’s hand on your shoulder. You shrugged slightly, signaling to him that you were ok with the interaction.

“Found your jacket, Richie.” Sarcasm dripped from his voice as he held up a pile of neatly folded denim.

Richie turned to Carmy, taking the article from his hands and studying it closely for a moment before declaring: “I’ve never seen this jacket in my life.”

Carmy looked exasperated. “Richie, it’s the vintage ’76 that I found with Mikey. It’s the exact jacket you’ve been talking about all day, but you’ve never seen it because it was never yours.”

“I don’t know why you’re fucking with me right now, but I’m going to get that damn jacket.”

“Richie,” you snapped before Carmy could respond. “If you want your jacket, you’re going to have to come back during visiting hours. It’s late tonight. How about you go home?”

Oddly enough, Richie looked slightly impressed by you. Instead of putting up a fight, he handed the jacket back to Carmy and began patting the fronts of his pockets for his keys.

“Ok, fine. I guess you’re right. But I’m telling you right now that I’m coming here tomorrow after work, so I don’t wanna walk in on any freaky stuff, alright?”

Carmy rolled his eyes, but started walking with him to the doorway. “I’ll see you out.”

You followed in their footsteps for a few feet, Richie giving you an approving nod as he approached the door. “It was nice meeting you, y/n.”

“Likewise.”

Both men disappeared out the front door for a moment, standing out in the hallway with their voices low as Carmy kept the door on the latch. Their voices were muffled, but you could easily still hear every word they exchanged.

“Don’t know if this is what you wanna hear from me tonight, but I like her, Cousin.”

“You like that you got a show.”

“No, Carm. I like her. I like that she cares about you, wants to do stuff for you. And I respect that she can hold her own against the likes of me. That’s a good trait to have.”

There’s a long pause before you hear Carmy speak again, his voice slightly strained. “Get home safe tonight, alright.”

“You take care of each other.”

When Carmy comes back into the apartment, he slides the bolt into the deadlock and pauses for a moment, his eyes toward the closed doorway. You step up behind him, placing your hand on his shoulder blade and letting it linger there for a moment before you wrap your arms around his torso and press your forehead into the space between his shoulders. For a moment, you are concerned to feel him shaking in your arms until you realize that he’s laughing.

“That was a disaster,” he wheezes.

“God, don’t remind me,” you press your hot cheek against his back, letting yourself laugh about the night too.

He spins in your arms, taking the chance to hook a finger under your jaw and plant a series of clumsy kisses over your face, still smiling as you wrap your arms around his neck and allow him to guide you backwards until your back collides softly with the wall.

His kisses are growing more feverish now, his steady hands gliding from your waist and over the curve of your ass.

“Can I still have my surprise?” he asks sweetly between kisses. All the while, he’s slipping his knee in between your thighs in the way he knows makes you lose your mind. That devil.

With the delicious friction between your thighs, it’s hard to think, but somehow you string together a sentence. “You still want me? Even after everything that’s gone wrong today?”

In response, Carmy slides his hands down from your ass to the backs of your thighs, gripping tightly as he hoists you up against the wall with your legs around his waist and his straining member pressing against your core in way that made you gasp.

“I will always, always want you, pretty girl.”

And you decide he can have his surprise after all.

#carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmy x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatoo x reader #tagging as #carmy berzatto smut #bc it's a little saucy at the end #mine

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tinyidle · 1 year

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Alr I've thought about this a lot: Dom Yuqi x Fem reader smut fic (Yuqi is g!p only if your comfortable with it) where R is a former stylist and is now manager for G-idle and during a concert, (can't decide between Nxde era or Tomboy era so your pick) there's a wardrobe malfunction with Yuqi's outfit and all stylists already left so R has to help her and Yuqi seduces her and it ends with the members going where tf are they and they see both of them and realize what actually went down cus it sure as hell wasn't R helping Yuqi (not in that way at least ;) )

(Also R calling Yuqi mommy bcs she is and no one can tell me otherwise)

degradation kink if possible

word goal: 1000

goal accomplished?: yupp; 1.3 k

😁😁

I Just Know You Did This On Purpose - SYQ

WARNING: smut ofc, public-ish sex (they sort of get caught), begging, inappropriate horniness, mommy kink, praising degradation bratty!yuqi, switchdom!yuqi, g!p yuqi, b!g d¡ck gigi all my 'characters' with d*cks will never have small ones, bratty-yet-compliant reader, switchsub!reader, fem reader, fiction

it was the 'tomboy' promotions, the first comeback they had in over a year, yet (g)i-dle were being warmly welcomed by all the loving support from fans and idol counterparts alike. you especially liked it since you get to see your girlfriend in action while in korea, not just china.

they had tons of gigs and shows to do, and were to have a world tour soon. what you loved about all this was that you were managing the entirety of their schedules, making sure they got adequate rest and had tons of fun while practicing and performing.

in one college concert, the staff were running back and forth for yuqi-- specifically the stylists. one by one each one was leaving for their lunch break, while one was particularly struggling with the costume piece.

"ugh! i cant find shorts that'll fix this problem," you heard one of the stylists exclaim. you were about to walk over to ask what the problem was until you saw the stylists towards you. "can you please help us with this problem, sunbaenim?" you nodded and headed towards yuqi.

checking to see what the problem was, you asked the rest of the members and staff to clear the room. "i can handle this, but i need everyone to leave and go to the practice stage and monitor the girls as they dance to make sure their clothes don't malfunction. got it?"

idle and the staff politely agreed, bowed, and left to do practice. when the room was silent with only the two of you, you kneeled down. "okay, let's see what's the pro-

-blem," you rolled your eyes.

what made you and the stylists concerned was literally nothing more than a yuqi-problem than an actual wardrobe malfunction.

your girlfriend was horny.

unfortunately, when the brightly-colored haired girl got hard, her bulge would be all but unnoticeable. and no other place would be appropriate for her to be having thoughts to encourage her current wood than here, but alas, here it was, straining against her jeans.

you frowned and began to scold the taller woman. "how the fuck am i supposed to get this fixed before your stage?" as you felt a hand come and caress your face, you quickly swatted it away. "not now gigi," you warned.

yuqi pouted as you snorted at your cockblocking your girlfriend. "pleaseee," she tried pleading with you. "i need my baby in order for this to go away."

you weren't having it. "go rub one off and then ill see you later." you got up and attempted to head out the door. until you found out it was locked. you turned around and saw yuqi's pants to her knees, panties also down; her thick, long shaft slightly swinging back and forth like a pendulum. "did you-"

"i told shuhua to lock the door on the way out," yuqi explained. with a stretch of her hand and a curl of her finger, she motioned you to 'come hither', or, in layman's terms, come towards her. there was no way you could get out of this now, so you decide to heed to the action and, well, hither.

"you know that my cock's too big to 'rub one off,'" yuqi quoted you mockingly with air quotes as you scoffed. "besides, the only thing that get me off is your, tight, warm pussy."

you, getting instantly turned on by yuqi's expletive seduction, tried hard to not show it. but it failed because you found yourself kneeling down, pumping yuqi's aching cock.

"mmh, just like that, sweetie," she praised you. "stroke it just like that. my perfect whore." you were swift yet precise: not a crevice of skin was left untouched, the base was given as much care as the meaty tip, and your hands felt like baby's skin to yuqi.

she was soon to bust on your face if you didn't put it in your mouth. "put my dick in your mouth, sweetie," yuqi instructed you. and so you did. at first you struggled to get her girth in, but with tons of practice (which is what the chinese woman should have been doing with her members at the moment), you were deepthroating her within the one minute it took for yuqi to lose it and nut in your tight mouth.

as you pumped yuqi back to full hardness, yuqi whined. "let me taste you," yuqi begged, her hands going up and down your smooth legs through your tight-fitted jeans..

"oh no, yuqi. i gave you a blowjob; that's all you're getting from me." and yet, here you are now, bent over while yuqi was equally bent over your backside. she held each side of your ass cheeks, spreading them open to plunge her tongue deeper into your fluttering hole. you found yourself whimpering when you felt a manicured finger glide unto your clit and started rubbing small circles.

"s-ss-shit," you gasped, your essence pouring out of you as yuqi started kissing around your cunt and under-part of your thighs. after gaining your breath back, you turned your head around to look at your girlfriend who was still kissing you all over your bottom. "im done, gigi. now let's get you ready to practice. you only have about ten more minutes before- HEY!"

the woman wasn't having any of it, pushing you back down and putting your hands behind your back, securing it with her own two hands. "no way, sweetie," she said smugly, letting one hand go to hold her still-hard cock, rubbing it along your slit. "i need you. all of you."

you felt the surge of her dick into your hole, making you moan louder than you wanted. you did your best to whisper, "you planned this all along, did you?" instead of getting an immediate answer, you got to hear the frantic and pacing thrusts of yuqi into you, which made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

your girlfriend chuckled as she was hearing you fall apart for her. "maybe it was, maybe it wasn't," she finally answered, right when your mouth started quivering at your impending orgasm. "but it's worth it if i get to stuff you full, isn't it?"

using one of her hands again, she went to rub your clit, lowering her mouth down to suck marks into your skin. you started panting heavily. yuqi started to breathe heavily too, nearing her release, but she needed you to break first. "look at my perfect whore, all worked up because of my cock," she degraded towards you. you started whining. "aw, is she getting impatient? maybe you should beg for what you want."

as much as you wanted to scoff and tell the woman to 'fuck off', you couldn't take how your bud was being abused by her skillful slim fingers. not to mention her huge cock practically pounding in your hole. you decided to put your pride to the side and break. "please, mommy. please let me cum! i need it," you cried.

with a smile and a couple of angled thrusts, yuqi was satisfied. "good job, baby. now cum for mommy like the perfect whore you are."

by the time it was time to get ready for the show, the girls didn't see yuqi and was worried.

"shuhua, go get yuqi, please," soyeon instructed the maknae. bowing slightly, she practically ran to the dressing room, stunned to see both you and yuqi looking as if you were getting dressed.

when yuqi was about to explain herself, shuhua just put her hand up while closing her eyes. "it doesn't matter," she said, her eyes squeezing tight. "just get ready. we're all waiting for you."

both of you laughing, yuqi nodded and went outside. you, on the other hand, had to head to the bathroom as you felt your girlfriend's cum soaking through your panties.

might as well have titled it "perfect whore" or simply "no" lol. hopefully this gives anon what they wanted

#gidle smut #yuqi smut #g!p

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crljhnn · 1 year

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Gareths totally real girlfriend

Pairing: Gareth Emerson x fem!Reader

Summary: Gareth and you are in a long-distance relationship, meeting for the first time since getting together. While he is excited, his friends doubt whether you are real or not.

No physical description; No use of y/n

Word count: 2k

Warnings: None really, just a bit of making out but no actual smut

[Also posted on AO3 - pseud: 04814]

“Ohh Gareth is blushing!” “Aww are you talking to your girlfriend again?” “He is in love” his younger sisters are giggling, dancing around Gareth who is currently sitting on the kitchen counter, telephone in hand.

“He just can’t help himself, she is just so pretty!” “And smart” “and talented” with high-pitched voices they are mocking the way their older brother is regularly fawning over you, while overly batting their eyelashes.

“They are growing up so fast!” His oldest sister is dramatically wiping away fake tears.

“You’re literally five years younger than me, what do you mean?”

“Actually I’m only four and a half years younger than you, so you’re wrong!”

Gareth is about to tell her that that is basically the same when he gets distracted by your laugh coming through the phone. “I can’t wait to finally meet your sisters!”

He grins “Ohh so that is the real reason why you finally decided to come and visit me. I can’t believe it, my dearest girlfriend is only dating me because of my siblings.”

“Don’t be silly!” He can hear the grin in your voice “We both know that it’s actually your hair that wooed me, but I guess your personality and you as a person in general are alright as well.”

“Haha very funny. I think you guys meeting will probably be the death of me.”

“What a great way to die.” those are the last words his youngest sister says before she grabs the older one and pulls her out of the room.

Gareth and you met at a concert a few months ago and instantly hit it off. After finding out that you both drove about two hours to the concert, coming from opposite directions, you exchanged numbers and promised each other to at least call every once in a while. Planning to attend the next good concert, that’s somewhat nearby, together.

Well, looking back on it now you might have overdone the whole staying in touch thing a little bit, not that you’re complaining! You and Gareth had great chemistry from the start and easily spent multiple hours talking on the phone every day. Considering that, and the way you both have been quite smiley ever since coming back from the concert, none of your family members were surprised when you announced your relationship.

You both have been itching to meet in person again, which is why you decided that the first longer trip you are gonna make with your first own car that you just got for your eighteenth birthday, is going to be to Hawkins. Gareth was over the moon, hearing this news, having himself begged his mom at least a thousand times to let him borrow her car over the weekend, to make his way over to your city.

“It’s getting late, I think I should head to bed, after all, I have a long drive planned tomorrow.”

It’s Thursday afternoon right now, tomorrow around this time you are gonna be lying in your boyfriend's arms. You already have everything packed and safely stored in your trunk, planning to drive over directly after school in hopes of arriving during the early evening.

“Okay, I’m really looking forward to tomorrow. Please drive safely, good night sweetheart.”

“Good night babes, see you tomorrow.”

He nearly has a heart attack when he hears his sister speaking up next to him “Aww he called her sweetheart, how adorable.” She giggles.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“Shouldn’t you be taller?”

—

The next day Gareth is up nearly an hour earlier than normal, being way too excited to even think straight. His giddiness follows him through the day confusing the Hellfire guys immensely. This is not how he normally responded to being at school.

“Okay, what’s up with you?” Eddie is the one to finally break the silence when they are all sitting at their lunch table “You’ve been acting weird all day!”

“Oh my girlfrie-” he is not able to finish his sentence before he gets interrupted by Jeff “Ohhh your totally real girlfriend that coincidentally lives super far away.” The boys laugh “You know we are all single, no need to make up lies to-” one of the other Hellfire boys speaks up just to end up getting interrupted as well. And that by no other than one of the freshmen “Not all of us are single, we’re not!”.

Damn.

“Well,” Gareth, being fed up with his friends not believing that he could possibly be in a relationship, abruptly stands up “Actually, she is visiting this weekend so if you come over you can finally meet my in fact very real girlfriend.” With that he storms out of the cafeteria, leaving his tray behind for the others to clean up.

—

His angry mood doesn’t stick, but his good mood doesn't return either. Is it really so unlikely for him to have a girlfriend? Is it so unrealistic that a girl could be attracted to him? He always thought that you were out of his league, but before now it never worried him or made him feel insecure. Quite the opposite actually, he was always proud that he was able to score a girl like you.

But what if you remembered him in an idealized kind of way? Would you be disappointed after seeing him in the flesh again? Would it be awkward? What if you decided that he wasn’t what you expected and just broke up with him?

His spiraling was interrupted when his house came into view, with a car parked in front of it, which exactly matched the description you had excitedly given him a few days ago talking about your newest possession. Is he starting to imagine things now? You shouldn’t be arriving until way later in the day.

When he opens the front door he is greeted with the view of you and his mom, giggling and drinking tea at the kitchen table, something suspiciously looking like a photo album lying in front of you. The noise of the closing door notifies both of you of his presence making you simultaneously look up.

“Hi”

He is still frozen at the door. You stand up, cross the room and meet him at the door, embracing him in a hug as soon as he is within reachable distance. Coming back to earth he quickly returns it.

“Hey”

“You’re early.” It comes out more like a statement than a question. His tone made you fear that you crossed a boundary or upset him, slightly pulling back from the hug to look at his face “Yes, is that okay?”

“YES! Sorry! I mean yeah that’s totally cool, I’m just surprised. How did you get here so early?”

You grin sheepishly “I might or might not have skipped school today. But I wouldn't have been able to focus either way because I was way too excited” you reason.

“You’re lucky that it was my day off today or you would be sitting on the porch right now” his mother's amused tone pulled you out of your little daze, finally completely pulling out of the hug “I probably should be concerned about you being a bad influence on my son by skipping school, but it looks like he himself isn’t really taking his attendance that serious either.”

Shit.

“However,” you and Gareth share a slightly anxious look “I'm gonna make an exception and let that slide today, but don't make skipping a habit. We don't want your academics to suffer, right?” Gareth groans, mumbling something about her embarrassing him under his breath.

You on the other side let out a breath you didn't knew you were holding in. You didn’t even think twice about what impression you would leave, when you show up for the first time meeting your boyfriend's mom, proudly proclaiming that you just skipped school.

She grabs her bag and turns to you. “I'm going grocery shopping, anything I should bring honey?” You both simultaneously shake your head. “I wasn't talking to you Gareth, you just skipped school, I may not punish you, but I’m sure as hell aren’t rewarding you either!”

“But she skipped too, why are you asking her then?”

Geez thanks.

“Well SHE is not my child to raise and SHE is also a guest, if you excuse me now, I want to be at the shop before all the good fruits and vegetables are gone.” With that the door closes behind her, resulting in you two being alone now.

“Hi” 'Wow smart thing to say, if she doesn’t already think that you are a total loser she sure does now.'

Instead of laughing at him as he expected, you smile.

“Hi! Wanna show me your room?”

—

Back at Hawkins High, the Hellfire Club is still sitting at their table.

“Wasn’t that a bit much? He seemed genuinely hurt.” Dustin, always the sweetheart, speaks up. “Yeah, I feel bad now too” agreement follows from the others.

“Do you really think that his girlfriend isn’t real?” Mike asks Eddie

“I mean I was suspicious before, but this kind of sold the deal, right? If he had a girlfriend, why would he react like that?” The others nod at their ‘leaders‘ reasoning.

Dustin decides to speak up again in hopes of making them see the said things from Gareth's perspective “I mean you sort of implied that it's extremely unlikely for a woman to want him”

Eddie looks offended “Come on now, that’s not what I said or meant and you know that.”

“Yeah, I know that, but does Gareth?”

“Okay, you know what, I'm gonna drive over and apologize. Then I'm telling him that it’s no biggy that he lied about having a girlfriend and we will all just forget about it. Yay happy ending, driving into the sunset together with our hair flowing in the wind.”

“Fine man, but Im coming with you,” Jeff says “Not the whole sunset thing, but I think I have to apologize too.” And with that, they both make their way to Eddies van to drive over to Gareths.

—

Gareth on the other hand has long forgotten about their ‘fight’ at lunch, being a lot more focused on the way his girlfriends' lips feel. He still can’t believe that he finally has you here, in his house, in his room, in his bed. That he can hug, touch and kiss you. He slowly pushes you down, laying part of his body weight on you to get closer, while your hands find their way under his shirt.

—

Eddie and Jeff have now arrived at their destination, ringing the doorbell a few times.

Nothing.

“He must still be mad, let's get in through the garage, they never lock it.” Eddie proposes.

—

“There is someone at the door” you break the kiss

“Yeah, I heard.” Gareth only takes a second to respond before instantly chasing your lips again.

“You don’t want to open?”

“Nah, whoever it is is gonna survive, I have more important matters to attend to.” You giggle, making your boyfriend aware of how smitten he is again.

—

The two boys have successfully entered the house and are now walking up the stairs, Eddie already talking the apology, that he and Jeff came up with on their way here, through in his head, being so deep in thought, he doesn’t even consider knocking before he opens the door, well more like slams the door open.

The first thing he hears is a shriek that sounds suspiciously like it came from a girl. The next sound is clearly Gareths voice.

“What the fuck dude, ever heard of knocking? Get the fuck out!” With that, he is pushed out of the room by a shirtless Gareth. Neither he nor Jeff has a chance to say anything before Gareth is slamming the door in their faces.

“Damn, maybe he wasn’t lying.”

“Good for him, good for him.”

#gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson #gareth emerson x y/n #gareth emerson x you #gareth the great #gareth stranger things #fem!reader #stranger things #fluff #established relationship #oneshot #x reader #fanfic #gareth has two younger sisters because I said so #no use of y/n

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whitevelvet-ly · 1 year

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shortie!

PAIRINGS: kaeya x reader, scaramouche x reader

HEADS UP: short!gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic, crack, short like you

A/N: I know everyone doesn't have a canon height but like... scara's fanon height is like 5'3 or something and I'm 5'2 😭😭😭 can I at least be taller than the short men please 🙏 // it's gonna be winterrr soon yayy // someone sent me a request ✊✊✊ YAHOOSDAJ I will get to it soon 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

KAEYA ALBERICH

⇒ kaeya is so mean

⇒ will give you the stuff on top of the fridge only after a minute or so of teasing you

⇢ fatherless and nationless behavior 😁

⇒ stops eventually because you're getting mad but anyway

⇒ even if he's like that it's ok because you get to make up for your height by climbing on his back

"y/n, you're tugging on my hair—"

"okay and? 😊"

⇒ payback

⇒ if you're a concert kind of person, you basically get vip front row seats because you got this tall man with you (like in any tall-short relationship)

⇒ he's a bully but there are a few perks to being around him

1) can help you get up ridiculously tall stools

2) free piggyback rides‼️

3) the guy looks like a scary bodyguard sometimes because of the height difference between you and him (+ he's a calvary captain) so you can ward the bad guys away

⇒ and more

⇒ but still, again, kaeya is mean so it's gonna be a 50/50 if you try asking him to get something for you

⇒ if he does do it, he'll give you head pats before actually doing what you request

SCARAMOUCHE / WANDERER

⇒ this man...

⇒ he's so SMUG about it

⇒ scaramouche is more of a bully than kaeya he's so annoying I'm sorry

⇒ you have no idea how high his ego was when he met you (guess you could say it reaches heights he couldn't haHAAAA)

⇒ finally!! someone shorter than me!! is probably what he was thinking

⇒ will pretend that he couldn't see you

"huh?? oh, I didn't see you there, sorry"

"I'm literally just a few inches shORTER THAN YOU"

⇒ but then again he can't reach the things you need because he's basically almost as short as you

⇒ that's what keeps him in his place hehehe

⇒ also gives you head pats like kaeya but in a more... menacing way

⇒ just... the aura around him 🤠🤠 I'm sure you know what I mean

⇒ he's too prideful about it so make sure you bully him for his height as well

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hungrybunnyjis · 1 year

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REASONS TO KEEP GOING!!!

so i can finally be pretty

so i can look gorgeous in any clothes

so i stop hiding my body in oversized clothes

so i take even less space

so my skin clears and i can wear makeup

so i look tiny next to my friends

for people to stare at me on the street

so i finally get to be at least a bit proud of myself

so i’m the tiniest of my class

so i never consider others “thinspo” but they consider me

so i look taller

so my old friends start worrying about me and become my friends again

so boys and girls like me

so people pity me and take care of me

so i feel weightless

so people start making compliments about my body again

so my crush likes me back

for people to stop picking on me

so i gain back my control over myself

so when i go to concerts people look at me and notice how skinny i am and wonder how i have the energy to be there

so i make my 12 yo self proud and finally get to 40kg

so you can see my spine through my clothes

so my face looks sculpted by gods

so i dye my hair in a beautiful colour and it actually look good on me

so at family gatherings i eat less than my cousins and am tinier than them

so they care more about me and are proud of everything i do doesnt matter how little of an achievement it is

credits: @/ninicls (on twitter)

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your-averagewriter · 2 years

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“You’re not alone.”

Summary: Mike and Dustin need a new player for the campaign but luckily Eddie’s bandmate can step in. Life is stressful for everyone but especially (y/n), however now Eddie’s here. (This is literally such a rushed summary sorry). (Eddie Munson x gender neutral!reader I think)

Warnings: Alcohol, neglect, swearing,

Word count: 1.9K

I pull on my headphones and press the play button on my cassette.

“(y/n)...” I hear someone say my name and I look to the side of me not seeing anyone, therefore, questioning whether or not I actually heard my name. I keep walking until I hear my name again.

“(y/n)!” The person says louder and I pull down my headphones turning to see Eddie. “(y/n)! Hey!”

“Hey Eddie.” He speeds up a little bit to walk next to me.

“Hey, I need your help with something.”

“What is it? Can you not make it for our next concert?” I say turning to him.

“No, no, Tuesday's fine like usual.”

“Oh, okay, what is then?” I ask pulling my guitar over my shoulder.

“You know my D&D club? Hellfire Club?”

“Yeah. of course.” I smile at him.

“Yeah, well one of the members can’t come to the next meeting so they need another member.”

“Okay,” I say not entirely knowing where I come into this.

“It’s the final meeting for my campaign and they need another member, could you come?” He smiles at me with puppy dog eyes.

“Well, when is it?”

“Tonight.” He says almost nervously.

“Umm, yeah I should be free. What time is it?”

“It starts just after school, what lesson do you have last?”

“Umm,” I pause thinking. “Music,” I say knocking my guitar in the air slightly.

“Okay, I’ll swing by your music classroom last thing and collect you?”

“Okay, Eddie. Do I need to bring anything?”

“Just yourself, (l/n).” He winks before walking backwards after hearing the school bell.

“Okay, I’ll see you later.” I wave slightly pulling up my headphones again.

Walking to my lesson I hear the counsellor say my name through the speakers. I pull off my headphones again.

“(y/n) (l/n), (y/n) (l/n) please come to my office before your last lesson.”

I groan before turning around and walking towards the counsellor's office. I get there and knock on the door but as I do a younger girl walks out speedily. She looked like she was crying. I crane my neck to check on her but she runs into the toilets.

“Ahh, (y/n), please come in.” The counsellor says with a smile.

I sit down in the usual chair across from the desk.

“So, how are things with you?” She asks, smiling.

“Fine,” I say dismissing the proper question.

“How’s your dad doing?” She says in an almost patronising tone.

“Fine,” I repeat again staring at the floor.

“He’s drinking again?”

“Well, occasionally, I guess. But he’s fine.”

“And how are you?”

“Fine,” I say getting slightly stressed out. I tap my foot on the floor quickly, up and down, up and down.

“Okay, you need to tell me if anything gets bad okay?” I don’t need to tell you shit.

“Uh-huh.” I agree absentmindedly staring at an empty frame behind her.

“Okay, well, I’ll check back in on you next week okay?”

“Yeah, can I go?” I ask hurriedly.

She nods and I push back my chair quickly exiting the room and walking to my music class.

Thankfully music goes past fast and soon I’m waiting outside of the classroom for Eddie. My music teacher always lets us out a few minutes early so I place my foot against the wall and pull out a pen. I take the cap off and start writing a list that consists of bread, eggs, beer, vodka and cigarettes. I write it on my hand and write to remember my ID just in case the guy wants to check it.

Luckily the bell goes quite quickly so it doesn’t take long for me to see Eddie walking down the corridor pissing off the jocks and cheerleaders.

I walk towards him as he sticks his tongue out to the jocks. I drag him back with me away from them.

“Hey, (y/n).” He says only really noticing me when I grabbed his jacket, yanking him away.

“Hello.” I say tiredly.

“You okay?” He says looking down at my face because he’s quite a bit taller than me.

“Just tired, I had to speak to the counsellor before music.”

“Oh, what did she want?”

“Wanted to know about my dad and stuff.” I say looking down at the floor as we walk.

“Oh.” He says knowing it’s a kind of touchy subject. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really. Let’s just play some good old D&D.” I say with a small smile. “I haven’t played in a while, my campaign ended a few weeks ago.”

“You should join our one?” He says with such excitement you’d think he’d come up with the best idea ever. I chuckle.

“Maybe, although I wouldn’t want to disturb your little club.” I joke.

“You wouldn’t be disturbing anything.” He laughs throwing his arm over my shoulder.

We talk about the campaign and he explains most of the backstory until we get to the room where they play.

“Do I know anyone in your campaign?”

“Maybe, I dunno, I guess we’ll see soon.”

He pushes the doors open revealing a dimly lit room that smells of sweat and dust. I shrivel up my nose before I get slightly more accustomed to it.

“Hello everybody!” He greets dramatically. “This here is our new temporary or may be a permanent member of the Hellfire Club…(y/n)!” He gestures to me with his hands and I wave to people who I cannot identify.

“Hi.” I say.

“(y/n)?” I hear someone say in the back corner. “Is that (y/n)?”

“No way!” I hear a familiar voice, Dustin.

“Hey, (y/n).” I recognise the voice now as Mike. “Are you standing in for Lucas?”

“Hey, I’m not really su-”

“Yes, they is.” Eddie interjects almost proudly.

“Cool!” Dustin says and beckons me over to them.

I pull up one of the chairs next to the two of them and Eddie perches on his little step at the head of the table.

“Please introduce your character, (l/n).” He gestures to me again.

I introduce my character, its level and everything then the campaign re-commences.

I’ve got to admit the way Eddie gets into the story and game is entrancing and honestly quite attractive. I blush slightly in the darkness thinking about his level of enthralment.

At the end of the campaign, we win and start to celebrate. We all venture out sound a little too proud of ourselves. I smile as everyone cheers and pats each other on the back.

“Hey, you guys enjoy the night,” I say and smile to them as I turn the other way.

“Aren’t you coming with us, (y/n)?” Mike asks.

“No, sorry, I’ve got to get to the shops before they close.”

“Oh okay.” One of the other members says.

“You guys have fun though,” I say before turning and starting to walk to my car.

“Don’t die without me, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” I hear Eddie say and some others groan as he leaves them. “Hey, gorgeous. I’m coming with ya.” He says tongue dripping with confidence.

“I’m just going to the shops, you don’t have to come with me,” I say with a smile.

“Yeah, but I want to.” There’s a small pause before he continues. “Let’s go then, the shops will close!” He says opening one of the car doors and getting in. I chuckle before doing to same.

“What do you have to get at the store?” He says after I’ve started driving. I look down at my hand before answering.

“Bread, eggs, beer, vodka and cigarettes.” I read off of my hand.

“You drink…vodka?” He asks confused.

“No.” I chuckle. “It’s for my dad.”

An awkward silence fills the car and neither of us feels comfortable enough to break it, or at least I thought.

“Is it bad?”

“What?” I look at him and the serious look on his face then continue. “Oh, umm, no, not really,” I say with a brief smile.

“Why can’t he get his alcohol himself.”

“He’s drunk a lot, it’s just not very practical,” I say, a slightly sad tone in my voice. I take a deep breath before focusing on the road again.

“(y/n)-” He starts.

“We’re here,” I say opening the door and locking it after Eddie’s out.

I walk toward the shop and glance at my hand once more before searching in the alcohol section for his vodka. I find his usual and grab a couple of bottles, I turn to Eddie.

“Could you hold these for me?” He nods and I pass them over before walking over to the beer section. I grab two 4 packs of beer before walking towards the bred and egg section. I grab a loaf and a dozen of eggs before making my way to the counter avoiding the awkward conversation with Eddie.

“Hey, can I have two of those as well, please?” I point to the packet of cigarettes on the top shelf.

“Do you have any ID for this stuff?” The man asks blowing out a plume of smoke.

“Yes, one second,” I say patting my pockets, looking for it, I open my small bag but I can’t find it. “Shit, I must’ve left it in the car,” I murmur to myself.

“Here’s my ID, I’ll pay,” Eddie says pulling out his ID.

We buy the stuff and he helps me bring it to the car. We put it in the backseat and get in the front. Once my seatbelt’s on I pause for a second.

“Sorry about that, I was sure I had my ID.”

“It’s fine.” He says with a brief smile.

“Umm, here.” I pull out my purse and take out the correct amount of money to pay for the stuff.

“(y/n).”

“That should be about right,” I say shoving it into his hands.

“No, (y/n).”

“There’s the money.”

“(y/n)-”

“Do you want me to drop you off?” I say looking at him with my hands on the steering wheel.

He looks me in the eyes and leans over towards me, one of his hands around the back of my neck and the other he places on my face. His lips are chapped and rough but against mine the kiss is soft. After the initial surprise, I melt into the kiss placing both of my hands behind his neck pulling us both closer. He pulls back first both of us almost gasping for breath. I am unsure of what to do next so I just look into his eyes. They’re so pretty, so dark and deep. I know it’s cliché but I could get lost in his eyes.

“(y/n), you need to calm down a little bit. Your gonna drive yourself crazy.” He says one of his hands still on my face.

“But my dad needs me-” I start feeling the tears well up in my eyes.

“Your dad needs to sort himself out.” He says brutally but I know it’s true.

“But he won’t,” I say with solidarity. “It’s not gonna happen so the least I can do is take care of him,” I say definitively.

“Who’s gonna look after you?” He asks softly.

“No one. I’m all by myself.” I say slowly.

“You don’t have to be, I’m right here.” A few tears roll down my cheeks and he wipes them before leaning over and hugging me and enveloping me in warmth. “You’re not alone anymore.”

AN: I hope you guys enjoyed my first Stranger Things fanfic. I have fallen in love with Eddie and loved writing for him.

I’ve only seen the first episode of season 4 so far so sorry if I got any of his character wrong.

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andreabaideas · 2 months

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Sam Claflin BEST on screen couples

Or... Where i make a list (no ratings) with the actresses that i've seen Sam have more believable chemistry with and look cute on screen, even if I think that he so good that he could act romantically with a flowerpot...

But i digress.

I included here also some info about the actresses (ages and heights) Last one because Sam is 1'80 (centimeters) and I personally like couples with a taller man and a shorter woman (typical I know, but hey, the heart loves what the heart loves...)

• Verónica Echegui :

-Seen together at : Book of Love ❤️

-Height: 1'77

-Age : 1983

I adore Verónica, I actually met her once in a restaurant with my family, she was super nice with us !

So i was greatly surprised to see her in a film with Sam. I love the Book of Love, it's super underrated, tbh. Their chemistry was on top and I liked their story too.

Also, go watch their interviews together, they were so cute. Sam trying to speak spanish Its adorable (he tries, he really does try). I leave the video link here :

youtube

• Lily Collins :

-Seen together at : Love , Rosie.

-Height : 1'65.

-Age: 1989.

I like Lily a lot, and I found her and Sam really cute at the movie and the interviews too. The chemistry was so strong , I liked them.

• Gemma Arterton :

-Seen together at : Their finest.

-Height : 1'70.

-Age: 1986

I adore Gemma Arterton, especially at Byzantium and Their finest. Their chemistry in that film was off charts, they were like an old couple marriage bickering, but i loved them.

I just wish the film ending was different (I wont spoil, but if you have seen It, you know what I mean).

• Emilia Clarke :

-Seen together at: Me before you.

-Height: 1'57.

-Age: 1986.

I like Emilia, and I found them amazing in that movie, I was devastated with It! I also found their reunion at the Dream It con at London super wholesome.

• Astrid Bergès-Frisbey

-Seen together at: Pirates of the Caribean: On stranger tides aka Pirates of the Caribean 4.

-Height: 1'71.

-Age : 1986.

I like Astrid a lot, she has an intriguing aura, she and Sam were the few good things about the movie , their ship was so cool. I liked them a lot!

• Stef Dawson

-Seen together at: Hunger Games saga Mockingjay I and Mockingjay II.

-Height : 1'55.

-Age : 1988.

I like Stef as Annie, she was cute and delicate, perfect for that character. They were amazing, in fact one of my otps. I live in the Au odesta universe with them fine and thriving (Still mad at Suzanne Collins) Au Its better than canon many times. For the few times that she appears on screen she ate and left no crumbs...And the chemistry was unmatched, I mean, have you seen their reunion at Mockingjay I??

And the wedding at Mockingjay II?? The looks at each other, the dance...

Just perfect. I love them!! ❤️

• Camila Morrone

-Seen together at : Daisy Jones and the Six.

-Height : 1'75

-Age: 1997.

Contrary to other people in DJATS fandom, I did like them together a lot. I think they had chemistry, a Sweet calm one, like the familiarity of a longtime couple, like highschool sweethearts. I loved them, tbh. The wedding was super cute!! You can ship what you want, but be objective , I mean...

How can you look at them and think they aren't cute, like how??!

• Riley Keough

-Seen together at: Daisy Jones and the Six.

-Height : 1'70.

-Age: 1989.

I love Riley, I love Sam, they were amazing together, their chemistry was magical, perfect, unmatched.

Their voices together were awesome , and they looked hot and cute too. Their kisses were spectacular. The Episode 10 (concert and backtage) was 🔥. I loved them ❤️. Their nominations were very deserved (they were very robbed 😡).

Also Riley and Sam on the videos and interviews are so chaotic besties , especially the TikTok... Toktik video and the cocktail or band interview ones were just XD.

That's it.

*Also thank you very much Pinterest© for the images and YouTube for the video.

#loong post #sam claflin #idea #veronica echegui #lily collins #emilia clarke #camila morrone #gemma arterton #astrid berges frisbey #stef dawson #riley keough #chemistry #pinterest ❤️

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spinechill3r · 2 years

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Haikyuu x GN!Reader Headcanons

~{Sugawara, Kageyama, and Tanaka}~

Warnings: None

Type: Fluff, Comfort

A/N: thank you guys for all the support, it really keeps me going! Remember to keep interacting with my work if you like it!

Sugawara

Suga loves being able to take care of you and comfort you, he finds caregiving comforting to him because he knows he‘s helping you

Suga likes taking you on active dates, like maybe he’ll take you to the beach or to the park.

He absolutely loves picnic dates too!

The thing that Sugawara is best at is taking care of you when you're sick. (Might make that into a oneshot later)

Suga does not Cook at all so dont ask him to, unless you want burnt mac n cheese for dinner

Suga absolutely loves the winter time, he loves thanksgiving and Christmas and any other winter holidays

I can see you two snuggling up close together on the couch by the fireplace watching some random netflix show

He loves making Snow angels and snowmen with you and he especially loves the fact that you always warm him up after with cuddles and hot coco.

Kageyama

Kageyama shows his love by doing you favors and spending time with you

He can sometimes be an asshole but after an argument he always ends up at your doorbell with a bundle of roses in his arms begging for forgiveness

He is best at letting you know that he's there for you by just holding you close, even though he's not very good at comforting you verbally

He likes taking you to the movies and to the park!

You both always run straight to the swings and whoever sits first gets to get pushed

He likes Restaurant and cafe dates the most and probably amusement park dates too

Kageyama gives lots of quick kisses, like little pecks whenever he can.

Especially on your cheek and on the top of your head if he's taller than you

Tanaka

I feel like Tanaka would always take you to games and concerts as dates

He would never take you on a boring date, I think he would actually rather die

He’s a really big wedding guy, he loves going to weddings and one day he hopes to have his own but he understands if you don't want to

He loves being able to sleep in with you and he loves waking you up in the morning

He loves passionate but soft kisses

He is most definitely a morning person

He's very protective of you but he tries not to be overbearing

Unlike Suga he's not very good at taking care of sick people but as soon as you do get sick the first thing he does is buy you your favorite food.

He does not want kids but he does want pets, and if you don't then I’m sorry but that's a deal breaker.

He would love to just lay in bed with you and watch you guys’ favorite anime till you both fall asleep

#kageyama tobio #tanaka ryuunosuke #sugawara koushi #Haikyuu #haikyuu x male reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #Fluff #headcanon #haikyuu headcanons #Kaspers tag

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eorzean-capitalist · 13 days

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saw this post earlier about wearing t-shirts of bands you don't even like just to mess with gatekeepers.

I'm reminded of like... 17 year old me. (I think I was 17, the friend who accompanied me to this concert keeps swearing we were 16, idek anymore. I'm old ok?)

Went to see Metallica, for their Black Album tour. It was my birthday present. My friend flew down from Michigan to go with me cause we were both huge fans.

I was a scrappy thing, absolutely in my teenage rebellion phase. Precocious, I guess.

As the opening band played (Candlebox), I got in line to get a t-shirt. There was this guy behind me, and I kinda remember wondering why he was wearing a trench coat. This was before the days of internet memes about M'lady Fedora guys. It was mid-May and the day was actually pretty warm, sunny, and the outdoor arena was packed full of people. Trench coat guy looked kinda weird, that thing had to be hot.

So he starts chatting with me. Remember, I am precocious 17... er maybe 16 year old at this point. I'm at my first metal concert ever and I am absolutely over the moon about it. This guy looks early 30ish, and he's subtly making passes at me. I ain't interested. But it passes the time in line.

So he asks me how old I am and I'm like not going to tell this guy the truth. I think I told him I was 18 or 19. And he starts making noises about me being a baby. And he's "been a fan of the band since the early days".

Insert inner eye roll from me. I had every single one of the band's albums. I was a fan and student of all things Metallica. What's age got to do with this?

So he starts asking me questions, the typical gatekeeping crap. Of course I can answer them. Then he thinks he pulled out his coup de grace I guess. He asks me who their original bassist was.

Which, of course I knew. JFC it was Ron McGovney. And he laughs at me! He laughs cause who tf is that? It was Cliff Burton.

My dude. Don't come at teenage girls with this bull crap if you don't know your own shit. Especially autistic ones who made the band a hyperfixation for years and learned every scrap of dumbass trivia about the band that they could.

And I told him as much, giving him the encyclopedic rundown of Ron's tenure with the band and when he left and the alleged reasons why.

Insert guy behind him laughing. Full on laughing so hard he nearly doubles over. I hadn't even noticed the guy. But he was a big guy, tattooed and muscled arms. Way taller than trench coat guy. (Tbf though, I was also taller than trench coat guy.)

When he finally stops laughing he says, "She's right."

Trench coat guy's face was beet red at this point. I dunno if it was because I showed him up or because the big guy behind us was laughing. Or both. But he bolted out of the line. We were maybe 6 or 7 people away from the t-shirt kiosk by then but he trotted off into the crowd and I did not see him again.

I got my Sad but True t-shirt and the guy behind me asked me to wait up for him. He walked me back to my seat. (His name was Otto, how freaking fitting honestly.) Just in case trench coat guy's ego was so damaged he required revenge to alleviate the damage.

I wonder if Otto even remembers that. And if he sometimes thinks of that kid he overheard schooling some d-bag gatekeeper while standing in line for the t-shirt kiosk.

It's been a great story to tell over the years. I hope trench coat guy eventually snuck back over and got his t-shirt though.

#ah memories

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maybenotmei · 2 years

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masuki satou x reader who gets really red faced when shown affection?

fluster!

it felt good, all right!

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notes: auauauauaghaagaugsh masuki [heart eyes] going to use flustered rather than red faced ALSO im so so sorry if this is short i love masuki but i cannot seem to write her well 😭

you know how she loves to tease chiyu? well yeah you are now another victim of her teasing.

i think masuki would be very sweet towards you in general. she'd cook for you, let you ride along in her bike (or motorcycle?) when she's just feeling in the mood, and would definitely say tons of sweet stuff about you.

to her, your flustered state is adorable. she loves cute and adorable things, and that definitely includes you

she'd flat out admit how cute you are like that

if that makes you even more flustered, you could hear her laughing and smiling at you . not in a bad way though, you're just so cute to her

half because she likes seeing you all shy (and the other half being because she loves you), she loves giving you affection. mostly either physical or verbal, she just loves to express how much you mean to her

speaking of being a victim to her playfulness and teasing, expect to never hear the end of it. she won't persist if you actually don't like the teasing BUT if you're fine with it, she'll be doing it quite frequently. watch out

i'm actually not sure what kind of love language masuki would have, since she feels like a mix of all 5 😵‍💫

just like w hina & pasupare in another batch of hcs, raise a suilen sees this a little too much... chiyu sometimes had to remind both of you that it's time to practice... but that rarely happens!

in general assemblies or even in concerts themselves where you're in the crowd and she spots you, she sends a wink your way. she just has to hope you can see her through all those cymbals...

(don't worry, you do.)

after concerts when you give her congratulations or a small gift, she'll pat your head (even if you're taller than her) and give you a smile. she'll even hold your hand for the duration of backstage cleanup too,,

man if i were you that wouldn't ever fail to make me go aaakkdjdjjfhd either

she thinks you're super cute. all her teases are all in lighthearted fashion, but her love for you is sincere from the bottom of her heart.

#masuki satou x reader #bandori x reader #bang dream x reader #bandori #request #bandori headcanons #bandori scenarios #why is it when ppl request characters on this blog i end up getting their cards #like all the requests made on this acc for specific characters? yep got the 4*

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sio-writes · 1 year

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Witch's Gambit - Chapter 1

Hello everyone! I'd like to introduce you to my NaNoWriMo project, Witch's Gambit! It tells the story of Lucy Breban, a witch living in the magical city of Grayslate. After her good friend Elliot is murdered in cold blood, Lucy must employ the help of her reclusive, skeletal neighbor Weston when the answers the police provide aren't enough. As they get closer to the truth (as well as each other), the two begin to unravel an underground secret that could rock the very foundations of the place they call home.

I'm super excited to bring this to you guys! I actually have a buffer of about 10 chapters as opposed to...well none, lol, so hopefully that gives me enough time to make some proper edits and polish it even more for you all.

Tags for this chapter are: Heavy violence, and minor character death.

Elliot Forsythe died sometime between seven-thirty and midnight last night, decapitated and drained of his vampiric blood. He's tall and lanky, he had cropped black hair, and skin pale as marble. He was the first friend I made upon moving to Grayslate, my neighbor for close to five years. The winter cloak I'd been meaning to return to him still sits in my hallway closet.

Reading his memories feels like a violation, but I try to tell myself that he'd want me to do this, he'd want me to confirm it. I'd been asked, begged really, by Alma to be here. My messaging stone had gone warm with all her calls, and when I'd finally answered she'd been frantic and out of sorts. The news hadn't had time to truly set in before I was being questioned by two white men in their late forties, then sat in front of my friend's body, tracing sigils on the floor around him in chalk.

I'm thrust into memories that aren't mine, taking his place as if I were there. His childhood in the countryside with two doting if slightly overprotective parents. The fling with a naga I recognize as owning the bakery down the street makes my heart flutter as his did. Adopting his golden retriever that he named Paul brings such a rush of joy I temporarily forget I'm reading the memories of a dead man. I can smell the apple crumble his mother would bake every year for his birthday, even bringing it out on a visit when he moved to the city. The breeze in my hair is refreshing as he rides his bike to the store.

I've been on that bike, held my legs stiff on the back wheel as he pedaled, cutting a corner too quick and nearly throwing us into traffic. We went to dingy concerts together, celebrated holidays, drank tea on Sundays when all the attractive folk were exiting the yoga studio.

And now I'm kneeling on the floor, touching his corpse, watching memories that aren't mine.

Soul imprints start at the beginning, so I have to sift through half-remembered interactions with faces that shift like they're underwater. I see what he sees, and his emotions are my own. I'm seeing the world through his eyes, his recollection, his senses. Everything is laid bare like cards on a table. There's sections that're gone, repressed or more likely just forgotten because they were unimportant. But I don't mind pushing past years of his life. I want to be here as little as possible. To tell the detectives what they need to know and go back home to cry at the third crystal clear memory of him hugging Paul the dog.

"How long is this going to take?" I hear one of the detectives ask. His voice is the deep baritone of the taller gentleman I spoke with upon walking in, the one I'd never seen before today.

"Give her a second," the other one says, Martinez. He's marginally more patient because he's been running homicide longer, but not by much. Every time I'm asked to come and consult in the morgue he offers me a coffee afterwards, giving me a look that says he wants to be there about as much as I do.

"Body's getting cold," the other one, not-Martinez, says under his breath. "She's gonna waste all the evidence."

"You know she can hear you, right?"

It's barely been five minutes and for the third time I have to resist rolling my eyes or break the imprint and start over.

I hit a patch in the imprint, something Elliot wouldn't want me to see. He didn't consciously block it out, but for being his last memories everything is faded like he wanted to forget.

I'm sprinting up the stairs leading to the office. That barricade at the door won't hold them long, and I need to get--

BAM!

The door flies open behind me but I'm too afraid to turn around. I need to get to the study, it's only a few steps more.

"Oh Elliot," a female voice mocks behind me. "Where ya goin, Ellie?"

Quickly, I need to act quickly. Barricading the door could work, so I start at that, slamming the door to the study shut, my eyes landing on the biggest, nearest object and dragging it over.

"He uh, he was in this room," I say, trying to breathe only through my mouth so I don't inhale Elliot's stench. The burning basil and essential oils only do so much.

"Yes, we know that," the new detective says, and I can practically hear him rolling his eyes.

"He's breathing pretty heavy." I frown, concentrating. Everything becomes blurry, he's blinking a lot, and the whole world shakes.

"I think he's crying," I say as the vision whips wildly back and forth--Elliot is looking for something. My heart flutters in my chest. "He's-- he's really scared."

Elliot's emotions and thoughts slam into me like a train. If he had been more careful, kept his head down, they wouldn't have found him. He wouldn't be running from one of Donahue's pawns in his own damn home. He couldn't escape, there was no point in trying to run. Maybe if he let out Paul it could distract them enough that--no, what the fuck was wrong with him? Paul did nothing wrong, it was him. All of this was his fault.

I nearly fall backwards as something grabs me by the collar and hauls me backwards. Elliot screams, desperately grasping for the hands on his back, before the vision rolls, blurring as he skids across the floor.

"No, please," he breathes out, bringing his arms up as the assailant brings a fist up and knocks it across his face. I can make out the barest of features. This is what the detectives want.

"A half-orc woman. Green skin, dark brown hair."

She punches him again, the sickening crunch of his nose rattling my skull.

"Shouldn't'a left us, Ellie!" Another jab to the face. The image is still blurred, by tears and blood, but he manages to spit a tooth in her face. Good on you, Elliot.

I can only watch as Elliot tries to crawl away and is dragged back by the ankle and tossed into his desk like a dishrag. The vision goes black on impact, immediately followed by the crack of splintering wood. I wince in sympathy. That toss definitely broke some ribs.

Elliot opens his eyes, blurry and blinking against the pain. It's like a slideshow of images, in each photo that half-orc woman moves closer. She kneels in front of Elliot, a hand reaching out to yank him by the hair and drag him across the floor. I hear her voice, muffled like he has earmuffs on, and I hear her cackle. Elliot begs for his life, barely intelligible strings of words born of fear and desperation.

"No please, I'll double," "Make your dreams true," "Please, please, please don't hurt my dog."

Does he remember any magic from school? A basic defense spell, a ward against evil, anything? He raises his hand to cast a defensive spell, and his hand is slammed down against the ground for his effort.

"You thought you could hide?" The boot on his hand grinds it into the ground. "You thought you could escape?"

I feel Elliot's panic rising, acid in the back of my throat. I want to scream, but the boot on my throat cuts off my air.

"No--" He chokes out, begging over and over.

They quickly draw a sigil with their index finger, a sigil I've never seen before. My stomach drops and I feel like I'm falling, the sheer depth of what's about to happen hitting me all at once. I'm going to die. She's going to kill me. I open my mouth to scream, but the woman sends the glyph with the flick of a finger and everything goes black.

I come back to the world with a harsh inhale, grasping at my throat for the--no, that isn't me.

My head is spinning with memories I never experienced, sensations I've never felt. Coming out of soul imprints are always rough, but I've never had whiplash like this. It's hard to separate the vision from reality as the brain tries to consolidate the two.

I squeeze my eyes shut against the headache forming under my temples, and blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

"Where's Paul?"

The detectives look at each other, then to me. Martinez speaks up, "The dog has been taken to the pound."

The pound?! He'll never survive in--

No, wait. That's Elliot, still in my head.

Okay, deep breath. In, then out. One more. Okay. The moment of silence stretches as I center myself again. I can feel both detectives staring at me, judging me.

When I open my eyes, I'm blinded by the light streaming in through the far window. The early morning sun cuts the room into even thirds, and floods me in a sea of gold. As my eyes adjust gradually to the light, I can make out the desk, nearly split in half.

I relay Elliot's final moments to them, the more I talk the grimmer their faces become. Martinez takes notes as I speak, his heavy brow folding further and further inward as I go.

Of the few cases I've consulted on, none have been a murder case. Memories are fickle things, easily manipulated or just flat out erased. It's why this ritual isn't taken seriously anymore, why it's not admissible in court. The brain is suggestible, temperamental. This assailant could wind up having the face of a dead relative, or transform into Paul the dog, it depends on the victim. But the face I see is the same one I saw in the back of the police car on the way here. The last moments of a soul can vary in presentation, depending on the manner of death, the memory of the passed, and a whole bunch of other things I don't have control over.

As Martinez flips his notebook shut, the two of them share a look and then walk out of the room to talk, leaving me alone.

I stand, averting my gaze from the corpse of my friend, trying to look anywhere else. Elliot knew her, knew this woman, but he never mentioned any half-orc. Was she a vengeful ex, or maybe an old friend? The imprint didn't tell me much, but Elliot wasn't confused by her presence, he knew her from somewhere--but where?

A glint of light catches my eye, right under the desk. Like a bit of exposed metal or a screw. The curious part of my soul wants to pick it up, to have something of Elliot's that I can cherish. The coat is going in the donation pile-- knowing I never returned it will be a boon on my soul.

It's almost completely jammed inside the wood, my nails just long enough to pry it out without breaking any. Upon inspection, the piece isn't a piece at all--it's a button, about the size of a dollar coin. On the face is a sigil, but one that looks corrupted. It's similar to the symbols on Elliot's body, chaotic, with no flow to it. I've never seen it before. There's a splash of blood on one face, dark red and dried. Could it be important? It's small enough to miss on an initial sweep of the premise, and logic dictates that I should give it to the police.

I go to the door, hoping to provide some useful information, when the voices of the two men make me stop.

"Did we really need her here? We have our murderer."

"I don't like it either, but the boss asked for her specifically. When that magic shit actually works it helps a lot, apparently."

"Well it didn't help today. She looked around and told us what we already knew."

"At least we don't have to pay her," the new one says, and Martinez scoffs a laugh.

I scoff under my breath. They think I'm useless? Well, I'm going to find out what this button means--without their help. It slips easily to the bottom of my pocket when the two walk back in and I'm pretending to examine the cracked desk.

"Please don't touch anything," not-Martinez drones. "This is an active crime scene."

I put on my cheeriest face, the one I use when grouchy customers try to call me a hack when my luck charm didn't win them the lottery. "Of course not, detectives. Did you need anything else?"

Martinez offers me a sympathetic expression. "Do you have anything else to tell us?"

For a split moment, I fear my thievery has been discovered. My hand falls to my dress pocket where the button is stored, but neither of the detectives are looking at me accusingly. They're just bored. They're not after me, they want me gone.

"I wish I had more to tell," I confess, gesturing down to Elliot, but still resolutely not looking at him. "He knew the murderer--"

"Alleged," the new one mutters.

"And I don't recognize any of these sigils." I sweep my arm over the circle on his body and the floor. Bright orange, arranged in a circle, the center right where Elliot's head should be.

"Well, thanks for the help," he mutters sarcastically.

"This is a pretty open and shut case," Martinez says, looking down at Elliot. "We have the perp in custody. Think you could magic up a better confession?"

The two of them share a chuckle, and I try not to seem too indignant as I force a smile. I know Martinez isn't being cruel on purpose, he's just a callous guy. I'm glad I don't work with him.

I step out of the room and I feel like I can breathe. There's another room to the right of me, filled with officers. That's Elliot's bedroom. I can walk in there as easy as breathing, I know there's a sliding glass door that leads to a balcony that overlooks the yoga studio across the street. The wheel on the door squeaks when it opens.

Elliot's shop is next to mine, but his home is a few blocks away, about a ten minute walk in the opposite direction. I wonder if the shop is closed, or if his brother Brenan is running it today.

"Lucy!" Alma's voice rings out from the bottom of the stairs. She pushes through her subordinates, flitting over to me on her translucent pink wings. At first she seems excited to see me, but her face falls as she gets closer. "You look like hell."

I rub my arm. I just want to go. "Been a long day."

She reads something in my face, her brows pinching in concern. "Did you know him?"

I can't lie my way out of a paper bag, so I nod.

Alma grimaces. "Shit, I'm sorry. I wouldn't have asked if--"

"It's fine," I say in a rush. "Honestly if I had heard it from somewhere else I would've broken."

She rubs her hands up and down my arms. "If you're sure…"

I swallow past the lump in my throat. "Yeah, yeah."

"Were Martinez and Becker nice?"

I shrug and offer her a smile. "They were just doing their jobs."

She looks past me, and glares. She's a full head shorter than me, nearly my opposite in appearance. Short blonde hair, pale white skin, petite frame and an angular face. We've been friends since grade school, and she always has my back. "I'll talk to them later."

I cringe. "You really don't have to." I'd hate for her to yell at them over me, they were just doing their jobs.

She turns those hard brown eyes to me. "I asked you here for a reason. If they don't respect that, they need an attitude adjustment."

I pull her into my chest in a hug. "Thanks, Alma."

Her tiny hands pat my back reassuringly. "Go home and get some rest. You need a ride?"

"I'll walk." I pull back and Alma eyes me skeptically. "I need the fresh air, promise."

She squeezes my arm. "Call if you need anything, and I'll stop by on Friday."

After another hug, I start down the stairs and out the front door. I don't get very far before I'm stopped by Carlos, another relatively new officer who doesn't look up from his laptop to hand me a business card.

"If you think of anything, give us a call," he drones, and I slip the card, which presumably has his number on it, in my pocket. It's going straight in the garbage.

After another lengthy questioning session, some papers to sign stating my silence on the subject, and more condescending glances I really don't need, I'm finally allowed to step out of Elliot's home and into the street.

A crowd has gathered, just past the barricade setup by the department. Police lights and their bright yellow border spells are like magnets to the general populace. There's a group of reporters with their cameras and flash bulbs, surrounding several officers already trying to get as much information as possible out of them.

I slink by unnoticed, and for that I'm glad. I push through the sparse crowd on the sidewalk and into the freedom of the street. It's a clear day, blue skies, the wind in my hair would be nice on the bike--

No, I don't have a bike.

The street is full of cars, the sidewalk full of pedestrians. Human, fae, fiend, and everything in between crowd around me, commuting to work, or going home, or even just out for a stroll. All of them blithely unaware that just around the corner, on the second floor of the suite, lies a dead man. And the world just keeps turning. It doesn't feel fair.

Categorizing what I need to do in my head is a decent enough distraction. Mrs. Kinoko ordered a long-lasting protective charm for her daughter that's moving at the end of the month, and I can work on that in my lunch. The Dredsy twins need their weekly cleansing water which I have waiting for them in the back room. A gentleman named Leon asked for a bundle of lavender charms for his home to ward of thieves.

I round the corner and nearly stop walking. There's a line outside my shop that reaches the next shop over. I walk past the black marble and darkened windows of Mr. Engstrom's clock repair, also taking the chance to catch a glimpse inside. Nothing, as usual.

I walk to the front door and dissolve the seal keeping the door locked. “Good afternoon everyone, thank you for waiting!”

“You in trouble, hun?” Ms. Garrett asks with a smile. “The cops finally caught ya?”

“You know it,” I reply with a wink, and a few people chuckle.

There's a lot to do, a lot of orders to fill, and I'm jittery. This morning threw me off, toppled my plans. I have charms to make and talismans to saturate. The wards around the shop to notify me of theft are starting to dim so I need to reset those, and the sprigs of lavender growing in my windowsill are starting to sag, so I probably need to water them with extra love. There's just so much to do my head is spinning as everyone outside rushes into my shop.

"Do you have any more of this cream?"

"How about my Polly--you know her, right?--any charms to make her schooling go well?"

"Did you see all the police down the street?"

"Oh yes, I've seen them! Nasty business, that."

Conversation and the buzz of a busy afternoon flows over me like water, I'm so overstimulated that nothing has any meaning anymore. The talk of Elliot feels like a thorn in my side, something I need to square away for later. That's an issue for after the shop has closed, after everyone has gone home and I go upstairs to mourn in silence.

"Here Mrs. Briggs, give three doses to your husband and his arthritis should start to feel better."

"No--! Please don't touch that! It's decoration only!"

"Yes, I'm so sorry about that, let me offer you a refund."

I don't get a chance to think about much of anything. It's all turned into noise, a pleasant fuzz that surrounds my head like a raincloud. By the time the day is over, I'm collapsing into a hot bath and nearly falling asleep in it.

Only when I fold my dress over a chair does that button fall out of my pocket. I pick it up off the floor, examining it in the low light of the room. Taking it to the sink, I scrub the dried blood off, watching it swirl down the sink in a red-brown haze.

The button glows, a soft silver light projecting onto my hand. The corrupted glyph on both faces is apparent, and when I angle it away from my face, I see the glyph almost takes on the image of a face. It's got an angry expression, with horns jutting out from the head and cheeks.

The button catches the light again, reflecting the yellow glow of the room, and reflects onto my hand. Suddenly, the button glows red-hot, the sigil burning into my palm like a brand. I drop the button with a yelp, the smell of burnt skin invading my nose. Rushing to turn on the sink I run my hand under cold water to assuage the pain, and it helps a little, but when I pat my hand dry, in the center of my palm sits that corrupted sigil.

From my bathroom, I grab a salve, rubbing it over the burn mark and leaving the button on the counter. Sigils don't…do that. At least, no sigil I've come across has ever burnt me. Eyeing it from the bathroom like the button will grow legs and charge at me, I step into my room and shut the door. Today has been chaos, absolute chaos, and I don't have time for demonic buttons. I can worry about it tomorrow.

Hand throbbing, I fall into a fitful sleep, hoping tomorrow brings less heartbreak.

Chapter 2 >>

#my writing #witch's gambit #monster writing #terato writing #monster boyfriend #we get to meet weston in the next chapter but for now we're just setting up the plot #i hope you all enjoy this as much as i did writing it #not the beeest intro but i had to split it in half with the second chapter so it wasn't ridiculously long

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 2 years

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For the fotfics august event, you mentioned this one to me already, but I wanna see what you'd do with "Take Me Out to the Ball Park" please!!

Yes! I'm finally happy with this. 😎 Only a week late, but whatcha gonna do?

Small Warning for homophobic behavior from the trolls. (But they get what they deserve so it's all good in the end.)

You sure you don’t want a ball cap?

Bilbo bit his lip to suppress his grin as he typed back his reply.

Can you imagine my curls with a cap?

…

Noted. T-shirt? Novelty baseball bat?

How about you just get me a hotdog and a coke and I’ll be good.

Bilbo received a thumbs up emoji, and he settled his phone back on his lap staring out apathetically at the dirt diamond. A baseball game was not anywhere in Bilbo’s top ten dates, but Thorin’s friend was playing, and he asked Bilbo if he wanted to join. This was only their third date so of course Bilbo was still in the stage of agreeing to anything in order to spend more time with Thorin. However, as the sun seemed to beat down upon him even from his seat shaded by the stand above, Bilbo was planning out all the air-conditioned museum and art exhibits he could get Thorin back with. He really hoped this wasn’t a norm.

He supposed he should have expected it. After all, he met Thorin when the man was jogging through the park and just so happened to run into Bilbo…literally. With a book in front of his face, he hadn’t been paying very good attention and stepped out in front of Thorin. A mild argument and a couple of apologetic coffees later, Bilbo found himself with the taller man’s number. It’s been fun, but Bilbo was also painfully aware of just how much they don’t have in common in moments like this.

“Hey! Fancy-Pants! You get lost somewhere? This ain’t a concert.”

Bilbo glared at the man next to him as he gulped down his third cheap beer since they had taken his seat. He would imagine he had a few more prior to the start of the game.

“Well isn’t that a shame. At least then there would be something to drown out your mouth.”

“What was that?!” He demanded getting to his feet.

Bilbo flinched, becoming very nervous at the clearly unstable man as his two buddies tried to pull him back down.

“Leave off, Bill!”

“Yeah, the twink isn’t worth it.”

Now Bilbo was offended for a whole different reason. However, before his mouth could run away again and make this worse, a hand appeared on his shoulder. Bilbo looked up to see Thorin had returned.

“Everything alright?” He questioned, his eyes hard and focused on Bill.

Clearly, while Bilbo seemed to be an easy target, the big oaf wasn’t about to tangle with Thorin. He took his seat again, grumbling under his breath. Thorin finally looked over at Bilbo, cocking his head to indicate Bilbo should scoot over a seat. Only too happy to comply, he and Thorin quickly changed places. There was a brief awkward moment before Thorin broke it by handing over Bilbo’s concessions.

“I didn’t know ketchup or mustard so I brought back packets of each.” He offered.

“Oh! Thank you. Actually, I’m more of a relish man.”

Thorin winced before hiding it with a chuckle. “Of course. It’s always the one I don’t think of.”

“But ketchup will be just fine. Thank you.” Bilbo assured, leaning over to kiss Thorin’s cheek.

Thorin ducked his head, as his eyes slid over to Bilbo. It was one of the most endearing things about Thorin. How a man that ridiculously handsome can somehow be so soft and shy. Bilbo could catch Bill and his buddies disgruntled looks and chose to ignore them.

“So what did I miss?” He asked.

“Umm?”

Bilbo scanned the scoreboard, but there hadn’t been any additional runs and he wasn’t sure whether the two outs were from the previous inning. Thorin, realizing that he had no clue, reached over to give Bilbo’s hand a quick squeeze.

“After Dwalin’s next at bat, what do you say we ditch?”

Bilbo blinked a few times, his jaw dropping just slightly. “Really? You don’t want to watch the rest of the game?”

“Nah.” Thorin waved away his concern. “To be honest, baseball isn’t really my thing. As far as sports go, I’ll watch football on TV and not American football. But that’s about it. I actually like to fence. Is that too nerdy?”

Bilbo gave him a soft smile. “Not at all.”

“Oi! Guess who’s the real Twinkle Toes here!” Bill pointed out, laughing hysterically at his own joke.

Thorin rolled his eyes with a frown in place as he pulled out his phone and started typing. Bilbo glared at Bill for ruining what could have been a nice conversation between them as he settled deeper into his uncomfortable, plastic seat with his arms crossed. He really hoped Dwalin was getting close to being ‘at bat’ so he and Thorin could finally get out of there. Thorin smirked down at his phone before locking it and sliding it into his pocket. He settled back into his seat letting his arm drape around Bilbo’s shoulders.

“I think you’re going to like this next part.” He whispered in Bilbo’s ear.

Bilbo turned to him and raised an eyebrow. However, Thorin’s smirk made it apparent he wasn’t about to give anything else away.

“And now batting for the Lonely Mountains, give it up for Dwalin Fundinson!”

Thorin removed his arm to clap and cheer for his friend which prompted Bilbo to clap along politely as well. The tall, bearded man looked over to where they were sitting behind the dugout to give a mini salute and smirk aimed right at Thorin. Bilbo narrowed his eyes at his date suspiciously. Thorin only gave a far too innocent shrug. Something was clearly going on. The first pitch was a ball, the second one Dwalin swung and missed. It was the third pitch where Bilbo got to see their plan in motion.

“Hey Bill!” Thorin called out.

“Wot?” The other man sneered.

While he wasn’t looking, Dwalin hit the ball right over into their direction and it bounced off the top of Bill’s shining skull, hitting his two friends as well, before landing in Thorin’s palm.

“Oooh, that’s gotta hurt!” The announcer winced sympathetically.

“You gotta be more careful, Mate.” Thorin remarked over Bill and company’s grunts of pain. “Try being a little more ‘twinkle toes’ and maybe you can avoid foul balls in the future.”

The crowd around them who seemed to have also been done with Bill’s commentary laughed along as Thorin handed the ball over to Bilbo as a souvenir. Bilbo looked up to see Dwalin nod and smirk at him before going back up to the plate. Bilbo felt a smile begin to split his own face.

“You ready to beat it?” Thorin asked him.

“I don’t know.” Bilbo admitted. “I’m almost beginning to like baseball.”

#sunny's drabbles #summer stories #bagginshield #ignore physics of baseball for this fic please

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Okay so you told me to go ahead with ramblings, which is so sweet btw. So buckle up, this is a long one.

Thank you for lowkey recommending Marianas Trench. I listened to their album Phantoms and it's so good! The first song I listened to by them was Eleonora (with earbuds in, and that made it /that/ much better) and it made my brain go brrrr.

-So Will I is so sweet and amazing and I totally see it as a wedding song. I'm not sure if I see it as THEE song for Dasey, but its definitely up there.

-Also your music taste is great

Now onto your beautiful new chapter.

-"Ain't it close to your curfew, Cinderella?" He KNOWS her so well and that's the perfect combo of teasing her and checking in on her.

-"Fuuuuck, what a day" Derek's the type to be "on" all the time when he's around people. And that must be exhausting sometimes.

-Thinking about Derek being protective over Casey, especially when shes drunk. And how even before the kiss happened she thought he would probably wanna walk her home, even though it's his party. Makes me think about him walking her home from previous parties. Would they walk so close that they would brush against each other? Or would either/both of them resolutely put their hands in their pockets just wishing they could reach out? And how awful he'd feel for her running out of the party, drunk, distressed, and alone. And how Derek might have to stay at the party after she leaves to keep up appearances and how miserable he would be trying to pretend everything was fine.

-The PHYSICALITY you bring to your them with small movements, like "narrowing her eyes at him" and "he makes an exaggerated frown" and "throat bobbing" all within a couple sentences just brings them to life

-"She straightens up, sitting a little taller" There's our nerd, excited and ready to share info

-"his eyes so bright, his smile so blinding" Not only is that beautiful, but I can picture it exactly and !!!

-Derek eventually (when everything calmed down) researching what stoning actually is and being horrified.

-Again, your imagery is perfection

-The way the thoughts flow, and intertwine with what's happening is just so !!!

-Also the way you write her thoughts and the spiral and the panic is so accurate

-Casey calling Derek "Der" is so !!!

-the DETAILS you include

-Derek being Captain is so special to me

-"Stop staring at your girlfriend" just says so much about how they act around each other

-"and how /dare/ he be the only reason she can breathe" I KNEW he would be a grounding force for her "it's not /fucking/ fair that he's the poison and the antidote" I saw your comment on ao3 talking about Poison and Wine and The Civil Wars and LISTEN not only did I immediately think about this song when I read that line, when we were talking about Dasey and music the other day I totally thought of it then too. So you & me = same page. Also reminds me of the lyrics "Cause all I need is on your lips/They're my enemy/They're my remedy" from 29 by Loïc Nottet

-He asks her if she's okay :( that's so cute

-Derek calling Casey "baby" almost instinctually. I feel like /I/ got hit by a 2×4

-Writing in Derek's panic too is just so special to me. And again, I saw your comment talking about how hes probably upset with himself and getting straight into that desperate fix-it /fix-it/ mode but still not wanting to just brush it aside because it was /coming/ and and and

- I may or may not want to HIT Flinn with a 2×4

- ANYWAY, as you can see, I have so many THOUGHTS and FEELINGS.

LET'S TALK MUSIC FOR TWO SECONDS before we jump back to Dasey and fics—

I was introduced to Marianas Trench via their Ever After album (and it's actually the only concert I've ever been to) which has some stand-out bouncy songs!! If you're an angsty person thought, I HIGHLY recommend "Lover Dearest", "One Love" (THIS ONE IS STARRED, OKAY???), and "Good to You" (one of their versions is a duet, and UGH). Phantoms is also an excellent album, and if you like satire, they do a song called "Pop Music 101" where they make fun of the music industry.

*rolls around in The Civil Wars for a bit* And I'm adding that song you recc'd to my list.

And I still haven't figured out Dasey's wedding song yet. I'm still searching for one that satisfies Casey's romantic dreams while allowing Derek to maintain his image. I *think* I know their first dance though.

(Was that spoilers? Oh well.)

I LOOOOOOOOVED YOUR THOUGHTS and if you want, I can go through each one of them and we can gush forever and forever about these two sappy, competitive idiots—

And I'm talking about the whole "baby" thing in another ask/answer, don't worry.

And, the crazy thing with these two is that sometimes I put a lot of thought into why they do/say what they do (like the "baby" thing, and their love languages), but a lot of times, they just ACT, and I'm just typing out whatever they're doing, and to see others' reactions is, like, I feel like I've been a good stenographer, if that makes sense. Like, I did my job. So thank you so so much for distracting me at work and making me giggle at my phone—

(And, again, I can totally talk about any of your points if you want us to start an insane feedback loop (I would be 100% okay with this).)

#asks #kick at the darkness 'till it bleeds daylight #dasey #SO SWEET #my readers are amazing

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