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It's about time I post this here too

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[tintinwrites]

ulterior motives | Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader (1 of 2)

A/N: Wow, long time, no Poe! And a long time without posts. I just haven’t been motivated to write (or finish what I start) and time is moving so quickly, I can’t even keep track of it. My goodness!!!!

Rating: 18+

Warning: Canon typical violence, naughty words, people assuming you were promoted for doing sexual favors and it is heavily discussed.

Word Count: 4,499, apparently!

Summary: Post-war with The First Order, your generals, Poe and Finn, promote you to commander of your squadron. Not everyone is happy about it, especially with how close you and Poe seem to be.

GIF Credit: ^^^^

You couldn’t help but smile as you hopped down from your ship, removing your helmet and tucking it under your arm, watching your fellow pilots leave their own X-wings to greet the people awaiting you all.

There was nothing more satisfying than a successful mission where nobody got hurt.

There were still remnants of the First Order, desperate people with no personality outside of the dictatorship, as well as new groups popping up. The galaxy simply couldn’t exist without someone with bad intentions wanting to rule it.

When one of your generals sent your squadron out to nip one of the groups in the bud, you hadn’t expected to be ambushed by their ships as soon as you broke the atmosphere for the planet their headquarters were on.

But, even taken by surprise, you managed to take each one of them out and suffer nothing but superficial damage to your ship and the others’. One day in maintenance and they’d all be good as new, like they never even left the hangar.

“Captain,” said a familiar voice from behind you and you nearly jumped, turning to find Poe was approaching you with a proud smile.

“General Dameron,” you breathed out, nearly stumbling over the name as you fought away your own shy smile.

He had that effect on everyone and you were certainly no exception. He was handsome already, but he’d grown a beard speckled with white since taking over as co-general and it made him so…distinguished. He let his hair grow out a bit and it was just barely graying at the temples. He was smart and strong and kind and toned and his eyes would crinkle at the corners when he’d smile at you or laugh or—

How could you not feel something? It was a little embarrassing, the way your heart would jump at the sight of him and your breath would catch when you spoke with him, and your palms would sweat just from being near him. But you couldn’t blame yourself or anyone else for that matter.

You tried your best to not reveal your feelings, hiding genuine yearning behind banter and what could possibly be construed as flirting. And sometimes you couldn’t help how you looked at him, especially when there were times where he looked at you in such a way that you thought that…maybe…

But he was one of your generals and you were just someone with a silly crush. Just like everyone else. You weren’t special, the two of you weren’t fated to be an item just because you liked him. It just…was what it was.

“Looks like Finn did a good job entrusting you with the squadron for this mission.” Poe looked around the tarmac at the other pilots, who were all animatedly telling anyone near them how intense and ‘cool’ the fight was.

You felt a touch of pride, but you just smiled. “I couldn’t have done it without them.”

You looked at him to find he was looking at you now, like he was considering something. When he didn’t say anything and you found yourself wanting to squirm beneath his gaze, you cut through the silence.

“Do I have something on my face?” You leveled him with a jokingly annoyed expression and he looked away with a laugh.

“Nothing that needs fixing,” he said offhandedly, biting his lip in thought for a moment before he looked at you again. “I wanna talk to you about something. In private.”

Your heart felt like it leapt out of your chest, mind immediately racing as it tried to figure out what he would want to talk about. Had you done something wrong? Was he going to ask you out?

You waved the thoughts away and smiled a little too brightly. “Sure! What’s up?”

“No, no, go take a shower and get changed, come to my office after.”

“Are you saying I stink, General?” Your typical banter was only slightly delayed as you tried to calm yourself.

“I’m just saying, I want to be able to inhale when I talk to you.”

Despite him being your superior, you gave him a playful shove that made him stumble back a bit, shaking your head as he laughed. “You’re horrible.”

“And you like it.” You did. Because he never meant it and just wanted to make you…make people laugh. “See you in fifteen?”

“We’ll see if I even show up now.”

——————————————————————————

You were outside of Poe’s office fourteen and a half minutes later, clean and in comfier clothes than a flightsuit; you sped through the process, both eager and nervous about what Poe wanted to talk to you about.

You took a deep breath to fail at calming your nerves before you knocked on the door.

“No one’s here!”

“Oh, then I guess I can just come back another day.” You barely made it a few feet down the hall before the door slid open and Poe was peeking out, smirking at you. “Oh! I thought no one was there.”

“I snuck by when you weren’t looking. Come in.” He nodded and stepped away, and you followed him into the room as the door shut again.

His office was simple, a desk and a few chairs, some necessary technology, a few little personal touches like toys from his childhood or cool things he found on missions. There was one across the hall for Finn that was nearly identical, but he had a lot more personal touches as he discovered new, wonderful things he enjoyed every day.

You sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk as he sat in his, and you waited for him to start the conversation. He was just smiling at you. You stared at him before you squirmed in your seat, feeling awfully hot for some reason. “What did you need to talk to me about?”

“Oh, right, uh…” He sat back in his seat, clearing his throat. “You know how Finn asked you to oversee your mission because Commander Nichos had to step away?”

You nodded. Nichos and you weren’t too close, but he was nice and you respected him, so you were concerned when you found out he wouldn’t be on the mission.

“Well, his wife is pregnant. And he wants to step down as commander so he can just have a family…in peace.” He started to rearrange things on his desk. “Since we’re not in a war and I want his kid to have a dad, I agreed.”

“That’s kind of you.” Poe was a fair general as far as you were concerned. He could get a little worked up sometimes, but it was only when it was necessary.

“But that means we won’t have a commander for your squadron and I’ve been thinking about it and talking to Finn…and we want you.”

You stared. “Want me to do what?”

“Take over as commander…but only if you want to.”

Slowly, you started to register what he was asking you and a smile spread across your face. “I…I would be honored. Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.” He rolled his eyes playfully at you.

“This…thank you!” You’d been hoping to climb the ranks with your hard work and you so loved overseeing missions and your squadron. Not to mention, you felt so accomplished and flattered, knowing Poe and Finn thought you were capable enough. “Can I hug you?”

“You know I love hugs.”

You were around the desk and on him so fast, making him grunt as you hugged him tight. You would’ve been in his lap if you didn’t keep your feet on the ground. He laughed warmly in your ear and the sound made you melt, knees buckling as his arm came around you and he gently rubbed your back.

You pulled back after a moment and his arm loosened around you, but it didn’t fall. You stared at each other and you couldn’t help admiring how handsome he was, how soft his eyes were when he looked at you. Did he just glance at your lips? Were you imagining things to give yourself hope?

“General Dameron, I— oh.” You both turned to see a member of your squadron had entered; it was Valin, a typical tall, dark, and handsome man. He was a bit aloof, but a good pilot and fighter.

“Well, your breath smells fine to me!” you said quickly, inwardly cringing as you pulled away from Poe. He looked amused, but turned his attention to Valin.

“Hey, we were just finishing up if you wanna take a seat.” Poe nodded to you that you could leave, which you did in a bit of a daze.

Both from the awkwardness of Valin’s entrance and…whatever the hell that other feeling was. It felt like a strange mixture of hope, longing, and disappointment.

You were almost certain that you wanted to kiss Poe and that he wanted to kiss you back. You did want to kiss Poe.

But he was your general! And everyone wanted him! You were being ridiculous, making things up because you were excited and he was gorgeous. So unbelievably gorgeous…

It would never work, but it was nice to flirt and pretend. Even with your logic, you still wished Valin hadn’t walked in and interrupted whatever was going to happen.

Would Poe have kissed you? Would you be the one who initiated it? Would you both lean in, only to smack your noses together and laugh and break the tension that shouldn’t have been there? It was good that Valin walked in.

Great, even. It made things way less complicated that you weren’t able to kiss one of your generals.

You tried to shift your focus to your new role as commander and how excited you were, but you weren’t sure if you couldn’t stop smiling because of that or because it really seemed like Poe wanted to kiss you.

——————————————————————————

There was a celebration the night it was announced that you were promoted to commander and Valin was promoted to captain; everyone chattered, laughed, and even danced as they enjoyed delicious food and dizzying drinks.

Everyone but Valin, but it didn’t seem out of the ordinary given the distance he always kept between himself and the others. He just stood in the corner, sipping on a strong drink. You supposed he kept his emotions about being promoted to himself.

Regardless, you were having a great time with all your friends celebrating you, and other squadron members congratulating you and telling you how right you were for the job.

Poe observed for most of the night until you - a little buzzed, forgetting embarrassment despite the heat in your body - dragged him over to dance. He didn’t mind, joining in on the fun like he wasn’t one of your highest superiors.

Things were so different with the war over. While there were still problems to be dealt with, they were fewer and farther between, which meant you had time for celebrations and access to real food instead of rations.

You could enjoy your lives to some extent.

“Congratulations again. I gotta get this guy out of here,” said Kelsa, a member of the Blue Squadron, as she helped her husband Adharan out of the room. He was a member of your squadron and he was mumbling random things all the way.

There were few people left at the celebration as the night grew late and everyone felt the true effects of what they drank. It was you, Poe, Finn, a few new faces, and Valin left.

The group of newbies left and your eyes widened when you saw Finn with one of them. You looked at Poe in question when he plopped down next to you with a groan. “Someone made a friend.”

He laughed. “He’s been looking at her like a barghest pup since she joined. It’s about time.”

“Yeah…” You stared at him, the alcohol coursing through you doing a great job at making you forget why it was good you hadn’t kissed Poe the other day.

He had such perfect lips. He was made to be kissed and you wanted to do the kissing.

You didn’t even realize you were leaning in until you felt his fingers on your lips, stopping you from meeting his. He looked like he was almost in pain. “You’re drunk.”

“Not drunk enough to not know what I’m doing.” You mumbled against his finger tips, turning your head to lean into his touch.

“Maybe not, but you’re drunk enough to not think it through. I’m not gonna take advantage of that.” He slowly removed his hand, being sure you were holding your own head up and not relying on him. “I don’t want you to regret it in the morning.”

You knew refusing to take advantage of someone under the influence was the bare minimum a person could do, but you liked Poe so much, it felt like he’d just offered you a million credits. “You’re such a good guy.”

There was a snorted laugh and you looked over to see Valin walking by, but his face was so emotionless that you figured you heard wrong. You wanted to reach out to him even if he was distant, so you stood. “Captain.”

He just stared straight into your soul, only looking away once he was approaching the door.

You scoffed. “Talk about having a stick up your-“

Poe quickly stood and slapped a hand over your mouth, pulling you to his side as he grinned and waved at Valin with his free hand. “Goodnight!”

Valin’s eyes were darker as he left and you continued to mumble behind Poe’s palm. He made sure the other man was likely out of earshot before he moved his hand away.

“-and another thing, who stands in a corner and glares at everyone when they were just promoted? You should be celebrating! And I’ve been so nice to you and you just stare at me! Why?!”

Poe pressed his lips together and patted your shoulder, gently guiding you toward the door. “Yeah, you’re not in your right mind. Let’s get you to bed.”

——————————————————————————

It was a few days later that you noticed that people didn’t seem as excited for you anymore. It couldn’t just be in your mind that everyone was glaring at you, whispering to each other as soon as you were too far to hear them.

You wondered if you’d done something embarrassing at the celebration, but you remembered all of it and the most embarrassing thing you’d done was try to kiss Poe. That wasn’t reputation destroying, was it?

You did your best to ignore it, but the more people whispered without telling you what the problem was, the more irritated and nervous you became.

The tarmac outside of the base was crowded with people as Blue Squadron prepared to leave for a mission, but all conversations hushed as you walked through. The throngs parted, friends and acquaintances and people you didn’t even recognize staring at you. You felt big and small at the same time, like you were taking up too much space for the meaningless person you were in their eyes.

You just kept walking, wanting to wish the squadron luck before going.

Kelsa was about to get into her ship, but she stopped and looked at you with pity. That was better than being stared at like you were an abomination…maybe…pretty sure…you had no idea if it was better or worse. What was there to pity?

You approached their commander, Alsafi, and did your best to smile. “Hey, I just wanted to wish you luck out there.”

She regarded you for a moment like you were a lowly creature she could easily step on, then she lifted her chin and straightened her shoulders. “You know, I was assigned as commander of the Blue Squadron because I worked hard.”

You furrowed your brow. “Yeah…you’re the perfect fit, anyone knows that.”

She hummed and started to climb the ladder to her ship, saying over her shoulder, “I don’t need luck from General Dameron’s pet.

Your eyes widened and you quickly grabbed her ankle to stop her ascent. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, come on!” She clenched her jaw and kicked you away easily, so she could hop back onto the tarmac and loom over you with her impressive height. “Everybody knows. How could he not grant you such a favor when you’ve been granting his?”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times in shock, turning to the crowd where some were staring and others quickly pretended they hadn’t been. “Is…is that what you all think? I was promoted to commander because I’m sleeping with Poe?”

A murmur fluttered across the group, some people saying nasty and hateful things while others begrudgingly admitted their beliefs. A few people were silent, obviously not believing the rumor, but too frightened by the general consensus to stick up for you.

That included members of your own squadron, people you’d known the longest, who’d been the most vocal about how happy they were that you were their commander.

“You all know Poe would never do that! That I…I would never accept…I…” You were so flustered by all the anger and judgment pointed towards you. “Kolb, Navi, come on, you know that’s not why!” Your fellow pilots looked ashamed as they stayed silent, so you turned to the ever stoic Valin.

Something was different in his eyes.

“Valin was promoted to captain! Poe and Finn were just moving up their best pilots to fill a space. Tell them.”

“I saw them together with my own eyes,” he said as he stared at you coldly. “And now you claim to be one of our best pilots? Better than me or the rest of our squadron?”

Your face fell. “No…I didn’t mean that…I just mean…we should trust their decisions, I…and what do you mean, you saw us?!”

“In his office, after everyone left the party…”

You scoffed and laughed nervously because, while you hadn’t done anything, you knew the position was compromising and you were filling with unfounded guilt. Or was it unfounded? You did feel that Poe liked you. Did he just promote you because he liked you?

No, he wouldn’t do that. Would he? He promoted Valin too. Maybe he liked Valin.

“We were hugging in his office because I was excited, and I was drunk at the party! Come on, you guys don’t really believe this!”

“If he was just promoting his best pilots, Valin should have been commander and you should have stayed captain,” Alsafi said before climbing into her ship.

Valin leaned in close to you as the crowd began to dissipate, their decision made. “Everyone sees how you look at each other. You think we’re stupid?”

You floundered, but couldn’t come up with a defense before he shouldered past you. What were you supposed to do? Nobody believed you.

All you could think was one thing; hide.

You ran, pushing past anyone who was left, bolting right back into the base so you could hide from their stares and assumptions, humiliated by their lack of faith in your abilities as well as them thinking you were sleeping with Poe.

You were just turning the hallway that held your quarters when you bumped into someone solid, hard enough that the two of you fell into a heap on the floor. He grunted and you gasped, panting.

“Hey, you okay?”

Your eyes widened when they met Poe’s and you quickly scrambled off him and crawled back until you hit the wall, wanting to put distance between you. You couldn’t imagine if someone walked in and found you on top of him.

His brow furrowed as he sat up. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

You didn’t know what to say and you felt panicked as tears welled in your eyes; from how much you liked Poe, and how much you wanted to be commander, and how everyone thought there was a correlation between the two. You opened your mouth and all that came out was a sob.

“Hey…” Poe softened and reached for you, but you quickly moved to your feet and pressed your back against the wall.

“Thank you, but I don’t think I should be commander.” It was like you were replying to a conversation he hadn’t been let in on, and you saw the confusion on his face before you darted down the hallway.

“Wait!” You could hear him calling after you and heard his footsteps running behind you for a moment, but you didn’t dare look back.

Part of you wanted to cry in his arms. The other part feared someone seeing you in another compromising position.

——————————————————————————

You stayed in your quarters for days, too frightened to face the stares or to wrestle with your feelings for Poe. You were also too scared to see his reaction to you turning down the role of commander.

Everyone had rations and a private refresher in their room, so you didn’t even have any reason to leave.

Maybe if you stayed there for a year or two, everyone would forget about this and Valin would be the new commander.

You peeked out from under your covers when you heard a knock on the door. “Who is it?”

“It’s Poe.”

“—no one’s here.”

“Should I rephrase that and say that your general is standing out here, in the freezing cold hallway?” When you gave no response, the door slid open and in walked Poe with a sympathetic expression. He looked around before grabbing the chair from your small desk and moving it to face your bed, sitting down. “Kelsa told me what happened.”

You groaned and pulled the covers over your head. “So you see why I can’t be commander and you agree? I’m glad we had this talk.”

“No, I see that someone started a rumor because you’re capable and deserving…and Valin is jealous, he thought he would be promoted to commander.” He tried to pull the covers down, but you held tight. “Come on, I know you. You’re gonna let this ruin something so important?”

“They think I fucked you, Poe,” you said bluntly as you shoved the covers back and sat up to look at him. “Do you know how embarrassing that is? They think I slept with you and that’s why you promoted me.”

“Who cares? You know the truth. I know the truth. And, sooner or later, they’re gonna forget all about the rumor and move onto something else.”

“They’re not gonna respect me if they think I do favors to get what I want.” You looked at your hands.

Poe reached out to tilt your chin up so you’d look at him. “I promoted you because you’re good and you deserved it more than anyone. They’ll get over it.”

You smiled a little, shaking your head. “I just don’t know if it’s right.”

“Well!” He stood and slapped his thighs. “Your squadron has a mission in a few days and I don’t plan to put someone in as commander, even temporarily. So I guess you at least gotta go for this one, or the whole squadron might be lost.”

“That’s just playing dirty.”

“Whatever gets you out of that bed.”

You watched him as he put the chair back and started towards the door, calling out before you could stop yourself, “Poe?”

You didn’t know what you wanted to say when he turned to look at you expectantly. Maybe you wanted to ask if it was all a rumor or if he did like you, if he looked at you the same way you looked at him.

But you couldn’t.

“Thanks,” you said lamely.

“Thank me after your briefing, first thing in the morning.”

——————————————————————————

The morning air was chilled as you finished packing what you needed into your X-wing, looking around at your squadron as they prepared themselves. Most of your group was being respectful and kind, though they hadn’t spoken up for you before.

The only one who didn’t seem to care for your orders was Valin. You didn’t care for him very much at all now, given how he started the rumor, but you would make sure he stayed safe.

You were just climbing the ladder when he approached you, data pad in hand. “General Dameron said he gave us the wrong coordinates, these are the right ones.”

You looked at him and then looked to where Poe was standing to see you all off, smirking a bit when he waved at you. You quickly made your expression neutral and looked at the coordinates on screen, nodding. Maybe even Valin was getting somewhat used to you being his superior, if only by doing something helpful that you imagined Poe was forcing him to do.

“Let’s get a move on, the sooner we’re out of here, the sooner we can come back!” You climbed into the cockpit of your ship and put in the coordinates before you let the canopy close, starting it up.

Poe was still watching as you lifted into the air, followed close by the rest of your squadron with Valin right behind you. You waved to your general quickly before you took off into space, surprised by how far the planet would be.

That’s what hyperspeed was for, you supposed. You were able to engage it once you broke the atmosphere and you were in the quiet expanse of stars.

It cut your travel time in half and you exited it once you were a few minutes away from the planet, pausing when you only saw one ship behind you. Where the hell was the rest of your fleet?

Your comm crackled to life and you could hear Valin, “I think they dropped out of hyperspeed too soon, this place is kinda in the middle of nowhere. We should go ahead and land, scope out the place.”

He was right about the planet being in the middle of nowhere and you knew your squadron was smart, they’d figure out the coordinates. It made sense to go ahead and get started, so you could see what needed to be done.

You took off your helmet once your ship had touched down, climbing out to take a look at your surroundings.

It was pretty barren, dirt as far as the eye could see, crumbling buildings and dead foliage. You couldn’t even hear animals or the wind.

“I think maybe we’re the ones who dropped out of hyperspeed at the wrong time,” you said over your shoulder as Valin jumped out of his ship. “I don’t think this is even livable. Maybe it was at one time, but not anymore…they wouldn’t want a planet without resources they can harvest.”

“No, I think we’re in the right place,” came Valin’s voice from right behind you.

You barely had time to register the pain of something being brought down on the back of your head before everything went black.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #star wars imagine #poe dameron fic

[bumblesimagines]

this doesn't mean anything.

- Sarah Cameron

this doesn't mean anything.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

Got carried away with this one

In the world of the Outer Banks, Kooks were seen as untouchable. They were the stuck-up, spoiled, privileged kids who could do, say, or buy anything they wanted as long as they had daddy or mommy's credit card in their back pocket. They puffed out their chests, turned up their nose, and spat venom just because they knew they could. Their parents would flock and point fingers if any harm came to them, demanding Sherriff Peterkin and Deputy Shoupe do something about the 'dirty Pogues targeting their poor babies' as if Peterkin and Shoupe could do anything more than let them off with a warning or a brief night in a cell.

While they were utterly pathetic and useless, (Y/N) found them incredibly amusing. Nothing was better than watching the smugness get knocked right out of a Kook. Tears would immediately spring in their eyes and their perfect skin would stain with purple and red coloring that'd stay no matter how many ice packs they put to it. The Kooks that talked the biggest game were often the ones that squealed first in fights. Their scratchy, obnoxious voices would plead for mercy, shouting empty promises of staying away and never bothering them again. Rafe Cameron was the only one who could handle a little pain, but even then, the boy was as boring as watching paint dry. One look from his daddy dearest and he went away with his tail tucked between his legs. 

His sister, as (Y/N) came to learn, was a lot more fun.

"Remember the rules, guys. No hardcore drugs, don't get blackout drunk, and don't start anything without me." (Y/N) called out after his younger brother and his group of friends. He was certain the nerd would keep them out of trouble, as he always did when they hung out, but a reminder never hurt anybody. The four of them scampered further down the beach, kicking up sand in their wake and disappearing amongst the other teenagers. They weren't much younger than him, only a year or two below him in school, but they were as annoying as children and attracted trouble wherever they went.

Fishing his cigarette pack out of his jacket pocket and sticking one between his lips, he allowed his gaze to drift over the party-goers present. Pogues, Kooks, and a few tourists who appeared wildly out of place with their big sun hats blocking half their vision. He recognized Rafe and his posse of coked-up boys lingering near the water and Barry making use of eager Kooks and their heavy pockets. His attention dropped down to his lighter and he grunted when it refused to light for longer than a second.

"Maybe it's a sign you should quit." A feathery voice piped up behind him and he turned around to find the treasured princess of Figure Eight.

Everyone knew Sarah Cameron. She was the beloved daughter of Ward Cameron, the pride and joy of Figure Eight, and the most envied and desired girl in Kildare. Everyone tripped over themselves trying to be in her good graces, trying to get a taste of the Cameron wealth and status. Ever since she entered high school, he'd heard all about her numerous relationships. She lept from boy to boy and left a trail of broken, jealous hearts in her path. Her most recent boy toy had been Topper Thornton, the son of the renowned Doctor Thornton and grandson of Judge Holden. JJ had left enough bruises on him for (Y/N) to know him well. (Y/N) thought they looked more like siblings than lovers.

"Nobody ever taught you not to talk to strangers, princess?" 

"I would hardly call you a stranger." She said and lifted the mai tai in hand up to her pink-colored lips. Her eyes twinkled with the setting sun, lightening the deep shade of brown. "Everyone knows the Maybanks."

"And nobody likes them. You might have to forfeit your Kook card if you get caught talking to me, Miss Cameron." He cooed teasingly and she smiled despite herself, rolling her pretty eyes and brushing her hair away from her face when the wind gently tousled it. His eyes drifted down to the dark knee-length sundress she wore decorated in orange and yellow flowers. It looked better than what most of the girls from the Cut wore to fancy events.

"I don't care about my Kook card, (Y/N). I think this whole... Pogue vs Kook thing is so stupid. We're all living on the same island. Why should we be giving each other shit for where we were born?" 

"I'm sure you'll be a just and fair ruler, princess." His words made her roll her eyes again and she laughed quietly into her can. Even her drink of choice screamed rich. Everyone else stuck to cheap beer or half-filled bottles they stole from the kitchen cabinet when their parents weren't home. Sarah twirled a piece of her hair around her finger, glancing away from him and toward her friends. They hadn't noticed her yet and for a moment, (Y/N) expected her to call out to them and walk away. But she looked back at him with a familiar coy smile. 

"Wanna talk somewhere more... private?"

He wondered how annoyed John B would be when he learned he'd taken Figure Eight's princess back to his place. It'd been closer than the Maybank residence and had less chance of a drunken and drugged Luke staggering through the front door ready to ruin (Y/N)'s night. Kiara would certainly throw a tantrum about him sleeping with her ex-best friend and if Kiara got upset, Pope would quickly follow in defense of his crush. Annoying little shits but they made JJ happy and that was enough for (Y/N) to tolerate their shenanigans. 

Tugging up his pants and zipping them back up, he gazed at the dozing Kook. Her long blonde hair had been sprawled out over the dark pillowcase and she'd buried half her face in the pillow, her parted lips forming a small spot of drool. As content and comfortable as she looked, he needed her back home before she chose to overstay her welcome under false assumptions. 

"Hey, princess." (Y/N) reached down to move some strands of hair away from her face and shook her shoulder. She whined quietly and squeezed her eyes before rolling fully onto her stomach and burying her face further in the pillow defiantly. "You need to get going before Ward calls the cops 'cause his precious girl didn't come home."

Tiredly lifting her head, she squinted at him through the sunlight. "Are you worried about Ward or worried about what your friends will say?" 

"My friends won't give a shit about me taking the Kook princess's virginity, sweets." Her face reddened considerably and he smirked. "My brother's friends might get pissed if they see a Kook on our turf. And I don't want problems with Carrera. She makes good food."

Sarah finally sat up and raked her fingers through her hair to detangle the knots as she searched the floor for her belongings. Her eyes finally settled on her underwear and she pursed her lips, the tips of her ears turning a soft red. "You ripped them." She murmured and her fingers began to toy with the ends of her hair. 

"You didn't complain when I did it." (Y/N) scooped the sundress up from the floor and tossed it in her direction, arms folding over his chest while he watched her get dressed and rise from the bed. She awkwardly tugged at the dress and retrieved her torn underwear from the floor before shoving it into her purse and turning to face him. 

"So-"

"I can drop you off at Word for Word. It's the closest store to Figure Eight so one of your little friends should be able to pick you up. I'd drive you home but I've got work and Barry will kill me if I'm late again." (Y/N) explained quickly and slipped his shirt back on, snatching his keys from the nightstand and jerking his head toward the door when Sarah remained rooted in her spot. 

"That's it? You're just going to... ditch me in the middle of nowhere?" She stared at him in a mixture of surprise and irritation, and (Y/N) sighed, preparing the speech he often found himself telling those who couldn't catch a hint. He was a Maybank, for Christ's sake. Nothing about the men in his family screamed commitment. His father could hardly hold down a job and JJ was as much of a playboy as the next guy.

"Sarah, baby, this doesn't mean anything. I'm sorry if your feelings are hurt but I asked if you were sure and offered to drive you back like five times last night. If you wanted your first time to be with your soulmate, you should've let me know and I would've taken you back to your boyfriend. Now, unless you want to get into a screaming match with Kiara, I suggest you start figuring out who's taking you the rest of the way."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #outer banks #outer banks x reader #outer banks x y/n #outer banks x you #outer banks x Male reader #obx #obx x reader #obx x you #obx x y/n #obx x male reader #sarah cameron #sarah cameron x reader #sarah cameron x you #sarah Cameron x Male reader #sarah Cameron x y/n #sarah Cameron x pogue!reader #sarah Cameron x maybank!reader

[harrytheehottie]

THE BRITS A HARRY STYLES ONE SHOT 

word count: 1.6k very hot & steamy! 

This wasn’t your first award show with Harry. You had just come off Grammy week which was your first ‘outing’ as a couple -- well, a couple to the people around you. You made the joint decision to not walk the carpet for both events. You were one of the last few things that Harry could keep to himself as someone who has had most of his privacy shared with the world, with or without his consent since he was a teenager. He still wanted you there alongside him during the most important moments of his career.

You watched and cheered alongside your group which was made up of Harry’s regular entourage, his sister and a few extra label heads that he invited. You watched as he opened the show, performing As It Was with much more energy than he could have at the Grammys where he was immediately hit with the turntable going the wrong way and detouring his entire performance and night.

You couldn’t wipe the grin off of your face when you quickly rushed backstage during the first commercial break to Harry’s green room - where he was changing into his third outfit of the night. His chocolate brown hair was styled perfectly from his hands constantly running through it. He was buttoning up his silk baby blue shirt when you got his attention through the mirror,

“There she is,” he said in a sing-songy voice, clearly already helping himself to some beverages before you got there.

“You were incredible,” you told him before walking over and leaving a kiss on his lips, your pink gloss rubbing onto his lips.

“Mhmmm, thank you - not just saying that?” His voice was low trying not to let anyone else in the room here. Harry was the hardest person on himself and you knew the mishap from the Grammys was replaying in his mind.

“Never.” You reassured him, leaning up to meet his lips again.

“Ahem” Lambert cleared his throat as he tried to get situated into his suit.

“Sorry! Sorry, I’ll be out of your way!”

You gave Harry one more kiss goodbye before heading back out to your seat.

You decided to sit at the second table where Harry’s collaborators and all the plus ones of his entourage sat. You were in an odd predicament where people knew you were together but they also didn’t - the public was unaware of your relationship with Harry, you’d see speculation on if you were one of the roadies or a new assistant that Jeff hired and you’d see an odd comment here or there asking if you were the girlfriend but nothing that really caught wind. Harry did a great job of protecting you and your locked instagram helped.

You cheered him on from your table as he won award after award after award. He was on fire - downing every shot that came his way, drinking liters of tequila at this point and stumbling through his speech as he took a long pause collecting his thoughts on stage. This was your favorite type of Harry when he lets all his anxieties go and allows himself to enjoy the night ahead.

The fourth and last award for the night - album of the year. You watched with bated breath as the credits rolled through of all the different nominees, Harry turned around to you for a quick moment catching your eyes before blowing a kiss before the fate of the night was announced.

“And the album of the year goes to… Harry Styles.”

You jumped up from your seats in excitement.

One. Two. Three. Four.

Harry swept the Brits.

You were screaming and yelling and hugging everyone next to you and you were so caught up in your own reaction that it took you a second to realize what Harry was doing, maneuvering through the group of people to find you. His arms opened wide inviting you in - suddenly the cameras and the stories and the future headlines didn’t matter. Your boy won and you wanted to join him in all the excitement and exactly how he wanted.

So when he wrapped you in a hug and began whispering in your ear telling you how he can’t wait for later you were a goner. You did something you probably would have never done if the two of you were a little bit sober but you kissed him on the lips quickly, “now stop wasting time and go up there.” He held onto you for a little bit longer before gathering himself and walking up towards the stage with Tom and Tyler.

He was flustered up there, the mix of emotions, tequila and having his favorite person in the world Stanley Tucci present him the award. You watched as he said his thank you’s and gave the mic to Tyler and Kid to say theirs. You were elated for him, buzzing for

You knew your actions would be called into question soon. The headlines that Jeffrey would have to handle. But those were Monday’s problem, right now you were with all your friends celebrating the one man that brought you all together. And when Jeff came over to give you a hug just as Harry began speaking on stage, you knew you had nothing to worry about.

You watched as he clung onto Stanley Tucci through Tom and Tyler’s speeches. He was at the level of drunk where a cup of water or three would do him some good. All three of them fumbled through their speeches before the last performer took the stage. You were overwhelmed with so much emotion and you needed to be as close to him as possible.

Last week, you met him at the after party but this time you decided to wait for him. You found his green room again wanting to give him a quick congratulations before finding the rest of your group and heading over to whatever party he needed to show face for.

“Can I come in?” You knock first thinking his stylist and team would be back there as well not wanting to interrupt anything.

Harry opened the door and you were sure your jaw had unhinged from its place. He was standing there in his tiny briefs, his torso filled with tattoos and semi-erect in between changing into his after party attire. He was the only one in the room

“Told Lambert I got it from here but I think…” Harry paused trying to find his words. He was buzzed and giggling but aware.

“Need a hand?” You finished his thought for him. And just as the words left your mouth you were aware of the innuendos that would follow. Harry closed the door behind you and you watched as he locked it - now the two of you were just alone for the first time all night.

He had a giant grin on his face, you knew he was up to something. You watched as he walked over to the couch and you followed him standing over him as he looked up at you as he whispered slowly, “need you now” moving his hands over his crotch.

He hadn’t even touched you yet and you were already a goner. The biggest night of his career and all he wanted to do was be as close to you as possible as soon as he could - even if it was on a questionable couch in his green room.

Harry reached out and hooked his arm around you and pulled you onto his lap. You thought back to earlier that day when you squeezed in a facetime call to ask what dress you should wear and Harry insisted on you wearing the pink mini. You were centered with him almost embarrassed at the state that he already worked you up in,

“So wet for me,” He whispered.

You leaned forward as you began grinding against him, your mouth at his ears as you whispered back, “I’ve got a thing for winners.”

Harry’s hands found the zipper on the side of your dress and began haphazardly pulling it down, your decision to not wear a bra was certainly working in your favor as he moved his mouth over your nipple using his fingers to play with the other. You shuttered against him as he began to suck, grinding against him as your collective moans filled the room around you.

“Want to feel you inside me,” you said as you got up for a second to take everything off. Harry watched as he too got himself out of his briefs and you were back on him. Your hands stroked him once, twice watching as he threw his hand back highlighting the veins on his neck. You lined your center with his and slowly inching down with that familiar stretch.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

You loved being this close with him, the vulnerability and excitement in being the person he wants to be with in moments like this. It was more than just sex.

You began grinding slowly against his length, Harry whispering encouraging ‘s’good for me’s through his teeth. You moved your hands into his hair -- pulling and grabbing as you worked yourself to finish and when Harry’s hands moved from your breasts and began working your clit, you were done for - moans and groans filling the room with Harry reaching completion soon after.

You sat in silence just taking each other and the moment in.

“You kissed me on camera,” Harry teased as you got up from his lap and sat next to him on the couch. He had his face turned toward you.

“I did” you giggled moving forward and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“S’ike I’ve won five times tonight - four brits and” Harry found your eyes before continuing, “now, everyone knows you're my girl.”

#harry styles writing #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #the brits #ahhhhh ! #let me know your thoughts pls <3 <3

[taylormarieee]

Gamer Carl ~Gamer AU~

A/N: This is my new series that I wanna do! I forgot who I got this idea from but once I find you I will tag you for credit!

Summary: Carl finds out about you for the first time and you guys agree to play a game together!

Word Count: 1.3k

Pairing: Gamer!Carl x Fem!Gamer!Reader

Warnings: None, Flirting, Sexual innuendos, everyone is 18+, carl’s fans hyping him up, reader getting shy!

A/N: Reader typing will be in bold and Carl will be slanted.

Carl loves gaming! He sits at his house playing gameplays all day. He loves his fans and his fans loved him!

They always shipped him with certain gamer girls he’s played with but Carl always rejects it He’s been looking for gamer girlfriends in his area to play with and maybe even fall in love with.

But, there’s never one that catches his eye until his fans tried one last time and he met you.

"Alright chat, some more fall guys. I'm not happy about this but you guys wanted it." He says smiling.

User283- Do you know (Your username insert)? bandychat123- yea she's super hot bro! ilovecarl69- Look her up dude! Maybe then you guys can play together!

Carl takes a second to read the comments in his livestream and then finally agrees to look you up.

"Alright alright guys, I'll do it. I think I know who she is but i'm not sure." he says going to Instagram on his phone.

He sees your face and instantly, his jaw drops. He shows his phone to the chat and everyone goes ballistic.

"THAT'S HER!?" He yells completely flabbergasted. His whole chat is replying yes and going crazy. Little did Carl know you were watching the livestream the whole time, chuckling at his reaction.

Carl had been one of your favourite twitch streamers to watch. You would always be in you room watching and rooting for him to win in fall guys constantly.

You would be up all night giggling at his GTA mods and what his chat always said. He was super hot in your opinion and completely adorable.

So the fact that he is now noticing you is cute and made you feel warm and happy inside.

You decide since he's already in Instagram, why not surprise him and see his reaction.

"Stalking me stranger?" You type. His face goes red and he is completely silent. You just texted him. He is so nervous.

As he is contemplating what to write he sees the bubble pop up on his phone and he instantly fixes his posture, excited to see what you say.

"I know you're wondering, How does she know? Well, I'm watching your twitch right now! It's nice to meet you. My name Is Y/N."

"Hahaha! That obvious huh? Nice to meet you, and you already know my name."

"Yep! Haha! Hi, Carl! I wanted to ask you something, if that's ok?"

"Yea, of course! What is it?"

"Would you maybe wanna play sometime? I don't know if sometime today would work or maybe tomorrow?"

"Uh, yea! I would love to maybe later today!?"

"Alright cool! See you then Carl Grimes ;)"

"Ha! See you then y/n!"

You smile to yourself as you read his message over and over again. You look back at the livestream to see him blushing and smiling too!

You were so excited for later today. Tonight will be a nice night to play. But wait, you thought about what would happen if this continues.

Will you guys eventually meet up? Continue talking and become friends? Maybe more than friends? Start going to his house? Oh! You would love to go to his house.

Maybe even help him learn how to cook! Ha! He's getting there.

“Alright chat! Let’s get to it!” He says smiling. You look at the chat and put your phone down. You smile at everybody’s assumptions.

lov3rgirlforCarl!- what happened! Was that y/n?!

BananaJoe55- You guys are adorable! I just need a collab!!!

If only they knew…

1 hour later

You just ate and you’re getting your stuff ready for your stream. You texted Carl earlier and he responded saying he was ready.

“Hey guys! I know this is unexpected but I have a special guest coming on tonight to play with me!" He says excitedly opening Fall Guys.

"The one and Only Y/N!" He says and your voice immediately sound through the speakers.

"Hiii guys!" You says, "Hi Carl!" You say in a singsongy voice.

"Hey y/n." He says blushing again. You smile and click on fall guys on your screen as well.

"I already did my intro so... we can get started Carl!" You says designing your fall guy or fall gal as you like to call it.

"You wanna add me or should I add you ma'am?" He says chuckling.

"Ma'am is a new one haha! I like it! Well you can add me!" You say. You text him your username and he sends a friend request.

You guys add each other and get started.

"Noooooo!" You hear Carl yell. You burst out laughing.

"Aww did Carl not make it!?" You tease.

"I hate you! God, Fuck!" He yells out. His outburst makes you laugh.

"Is Carl Grimes gonna cry?" You ask teasing him for loosing.

"I'll make you cry if I have to." He says. You pause, taking in what he said and now your wondering what he meant by that.

You clear your throat and heat rushes towards your face and your ears get all hot.

"I-I, Uhm, d-do you want me to uhm r-restart?" You stutter. Everyone in the chat on your livestream and Carls live stream are going crazy.

"Y-yea ket's start over." Carl says awkwardly. You both start over and continue to play.

You both get extremely comfortable with each other and continue to make flirtatious jokes.

"Carl! Stop screaming your hurting my ears!"

"I'll make you scream if you want. I'm sure you love screaming." He relies.

You giggle at his sudden boldness and flirtatious spirit.

"God fuck you y/n!" Carl yells.

"Dang, what happened to taking me out Carl? That wasn't very gentlemen like of you!" You reply giggling.

He rolls his eyes and snickers. You also snicker before you both burst out laughing.

Lov3rforCarl699- God you guys are so cute! Thisisbananas123- God this is a collab I never knew I needed! Whatismynamebro!- Bhahahaha! This is hilarious! I COULD WATCH IT FOREVER!

You guys eventually finish up and cut off the cameras. You guys are still talking through the discord server mod.

"Hey.. uhm that was a lot of fun, no?" You ask with a smile on your face.

"Yea, no it was! Best fun i've ever had!" He says chuckling. You both stay silent and shy for a few seconds.

"So... Did you wanna like play-" He starts. "Do you wanna come over?!" You ramble out asking him in a rush, scared of rejection.

His eyes widen. You take his silence as a wrong thing and immediately backtrack.

"Carl, uhm I mean like... We should game over here or I go to your house! I j-just really like playing with you and you in general and I really wanna be friends!" You continue to ramble out.

Your face is saddened as you don't get a response from him and you just whisper out a small 'never mind'.

"No that's... That would be great! I would actually love that and how's my place tomorrow at idk 5:30? You an be here for as long as you want! I need help cooking anyway!" He replies with a smile on his face and a slight blush.

You smile and as your about to reply you notice your camera is still on ad your chat feed is still going and they are spamming the chat.

"OHH MY GODD!" You yell falling out of the chair in embarrassment.

"What what is it!? Are you ok?!" He asks worried.

"No i'm not. My camera feed is still on so all my fans and maybe your's just heard everything we were just talking about." You say with your face in your hands.

Carls face goes pale and then red as a tomato.

"Well this is me taking you out on a date! To my house, right?" He asks still happy and confident.

"Y-Yea! Totally Carl! See you tomorrow!" You say while turning off your camera for good and squeal jumping up and down before flopping on your bed to call your best friend Enid.

Taglist: @carlgrimesenthusiast @catt-leya @carlsdarling @loveforcarl @sinsandsweetness @sickyrat @eternalrose81 @iamacowboi

#carl grimes #the walking dead #carl x reader #twd carl grimes #carl grimes x reader

[clockwork-ashes]

All You Have Is Your Fire - Part V

Find Part I here :)

Summary: 'I can hear your heart beating through the stone.' For the briefest of moments, Lucien wondered if his mate would know exactly when his heart’s steady rhythm came to a sudden stop.

Note: A huge, huge thank you to the lovely @bettdraws who literally deserves all the credit and whose post inspired me to start writing this. I could not stop thinking about this head canon, and it was so kind of you to let me try and make a story from it :) And a huge thank you to everyone reading!

Tag List: @anishake / @nocasdatsgay / @mybestfriendmademe

Part VI >>

Jesminda had been killed on a night like this, Lucien thought. 

The sky had been clear of any clouds, a blue so deep it was nearly violet. Stars had sparkled to life in the distance, and Lucien had been able to see them, jewel-bright, when he had looked out of the arched windows of the throne room. 

His father had been wearing a crown of golden oak leaves, his brothers had held him down with rough hands, and Lucien had begged for his lover’s life to be spared. 

Lucien had turned his head in the end, a betrayal in itself, but watching Jesminda’s execution would have been unbearable. Her screams, sharp and grating like knives on marble, still haunted his worst nightmares. Lucien knew he had failed Jesminda then, the female he had claimed with such certainty as his mate. 

When the High Lord’s guards had taken him from the dungeons, Lucien had been quick to think that Eris had been unable to convince their father of sending him back to the Night Court. The Mother’s scales of justice balancing once more for what happened to Jesminda, a sense of fairness to it all. 

Not for a moment had Lucien even considered that Elain, lovely and quiet and sheltered Elain, had prompted his release from the suffocating cell in the deepest parts of the Forest House. 

Alarm choked him at the feeling of Elain pulling at the thread connecting them, horror gripping him as the memories of Jesminda flashed clear as river water in his mind. 

Lucien’s eyes met Elain’s from across the room and her unease washed over him. 

She looked out of place in Autumn, the light blue dress she wore more fitting in Spring or Day, Lucien thought. Loose curls framed her beautiful face, lips parting in surprise and relief. Her slippered feet made no sound as she took a few careful steps towards him, eyes flicking desperately from his injuries to his bound wrists. 

Elain was an excellent actress, Lucien noticed. If not for the emotions of dread and apprehension flooding their bond, even Lucien would have been convinced at how well she played the part of a concerned mate. 

“Lucien,” Elain called, her voice cracking in distress. 

The way his name rolled off her tongue clashed loudly in Lucien’s ears, metal against metal. He wanted to be near her, he wanted her to be as far away from Autumn as possible. Both reactions warred within his mind. 

Why was Elain in the Autumn Court? 

Lucien could not find it in him to believe that Feyre and Nesta would have let their sister throw herself into unquestionable danger for a male she barely talked to. Rhysand must have considered him a very important emissary if he was willing to risk Elain’s life. 

Elain looked like she would rush to him, and Lucien wondered if she could feel the bond’s pull just as he did. Lucien only noticed that Eris was standing beside Elain when his eldest brother put out his arm to prevent her from moving. 

He was unable to stop the low snarl from escaping his lips, the guards tightening their hold on him. Who else would be to blame for Elain’s arrival in the Forest House but Eris, Lucien asked himself. He silently prayed that if anything happened to his mate, Rhysand would do him the favour of ending Eris’s miserable existence. 

“Look, Lucien,” his father’s voice rang out in the near-empty space. “Your mate has come for you.” Lucien turned his attention to Beron with great effort. He did not want to take his eyes off Elain for a moment, barely trusting his own senses.

His father’s grin was cruel, almost knowing, as he waited for Lucien to respond. When Lucien kept quiet, Beron shrugged, not deterred by the silence. Lucien saw as his mother tightened her grip on the armrest of her throne, knuckles white. 

“Your mate wrote to Eris, her words bleeding with concern for you, my son.” Lucien had to hold his back straight so as not to rear back at the words. Beron had not addressed him as such in decades. 

Lucien was trying to piece everything together, knowing that he was missing valuable information that would prove navigating the conversation with his father difficult. He cursed Eris for not having warned him at least. 

“Being apart pains us,” Lucien offered, hoping it would satisfy Beron. He glanced at Elain and tried to relax, to calm his nerves. She clung to Eris, surprising Lucien with how trusting she seemed. He had to remind himself that she was merely acting, doing her best to do as the Night Court had obviously pushed her to.  

“She thinks she has a claim to you,” Beron shook his head, false sympathy carved into the frown on his face. “But you know Autumn’s laws, an unaccepted mating bond means nothing, a seed not yet planted.” 

Lucien responded on instinct, everything about it familiar, as if no time had passed between his exile and his current presence in the throne room. “Yes, High Lord.” 

“It was a great betrayal to see you siding with Spring at our border, Lucien,” Beron continued, “but the young lady’s concern for you has been touching.” 

“Let her return to Night,” Lucien interrupted, agony clawing at him. To lose a mate would be torture, and he knew his father well enough to guess he would be taking Elain’s life first. “Rhysand would thank you for it.” 

Beron replied, bitter but not angry. “You never could hold that tongue.” 

“Owing the High Lord of Night and his Lady would be of great use to us,” Eris intervened, his words always holding more weight in their family. Briefly, Lucien was thankful, was reminded of how often Eris had put himself in the way of Beron’s wrath when they were both so much younger.

Beron cast a long look at Eris, clicking his tongue, before he faced his youngest son. “I ask only that you answer one of my questions, Lucien, and I will grant your mate her wish.” Lucien heard Elain’s sharp inhale, but he kept his eyes on Beron. The metal one whirred in anticipation, pausing into place when his father spoke once more. “When is your mating ceremony?” 

Lucien felt as though someone had pulled the rug from beneath his feet. He was unsteady, his answer needed to be quick, natural. “We wanted a spring wedding,” he blurted, the response dragged out of him. He did not know what possessed him to refer to it as a marriage, but he would have bet his life on the fact that Elain would not have talked about a mating ceremony. 

Beron raised a dark eyebrow, but by the way his frown deepened, Lucien guessed the response was correct. “We’ve set the date for the equinox,” Lucien added as he felt relief from the bond, Elain’s emotions influencing his own. “On a night with a full moon.” 

Lucien watched as the Lady of Autumn reached for her husband’s arm, her fingers clawing at the sleeve. “Beron,” she murmured, a quiet plea for mercy. 

Lucien was unsure if his father had even heard his mother, but he turned away from Lucien, a clear dismissal, as he addressed Elain. “In Autumn, marrying on the night of a full moon brings blessings.” Beron cocked his head to the side like a wolf, “Did you know?” 

Elain shook her head in response, choosing honesty. Lucien could barely see her the way Eris was standing, as if he too was ready for the worst case scenario. 

Time itself seemed to still as they all waited for Beron to declare his wishes. Lucien attempted to ease Elain’s nerves, tried to comfort her through the bond, but he was not sure if he was successful. Moments or hours could have passed, and Lucien would not have noticed.

“My son,” the voice of the High Lord, never that of a father. His words the toll of a bell as he spoke to Lucien once more, breaking his silence. Beron stood from his throne, “We should let bygones be bygones, what happened all those years ago was unfortunate, but your mate is here now.” 

Lucien wondered if Beron understood just how much those words made his blood boil. Lucien had begged for Jesminda’s life to be spared, had claimed she was his mate at the time. He had been so sure, and it was like a blow to have his father mention it. Lucien could feel his face heating with anger, but he kept his mouth shut.  

“Let this be my gift to you,” Beron gestured with his hand to the windows, stars winking. “Have your wedding in Autumn, Lady Elain Archeron of the Night Court, and I will lift your mate’s exile. He would be free to come and go as he pleased.” The High Lord smiled, wicked, “and it would be a great honour to see one of my son’s married.”  

Beron did not even look at Lucien, embers in his eyes flaring as he focused solely on Elain. Lucien wanted to scream. 

Elain flashed his father a smile, it seemed so genuine that Lucien was taken aback. “How kind,” she stepped past Eris, curtsying elegantly. “You have my thanks.” 

Elain sounded so very fae, Lucien remarked. With a wave of his father’s hand, the guards removed the binds from Lucien’s wrists. As soon as Lucien was freed from his restraints, Eris moved out of Elain’s way so she could run to him. 

She threw her arms around Lucien’s neck as though she had done it countless times. He could do nothing but put his hands to Elain’s waist. 

“I was so worried,” she spoke just loud enough for everyone to hear, but it was still soft, as though she had only meant for the words to be heard by Lucien’s ears.  

Like she was his lover, Lucien breathed in deeply, held Elain close. “Everything’s alright,” he murmured, lips pressed to her hair. 

We both lie so well.

The thought was like a knife to the chest, but Lucien hoped that the two of them had been able to dispel Beron of any doubts. Lucien knew his mother was convinced, he could see it in her russet eyes. For a moment, Lucien felt guilty, but he pushed the thought aside. 

Elain was the first to pull away, a scarlet blush staining her pale cheeks. She tucked a stray curl behind her ear with one hand, but the other held tightly to Lucien’s. It was smart of her to look embarrassed, Beron would have found their affection distasteful otherwise. 

Lucien wondered if Elain knew how perfectly she had played her part, that she could have convinced kings to kneel if she set her mind to it. 

Elain certainly seemed to have the High Lord of the Autumn Court wrapped around her finger. 

“Take some time with your mate, Lucien,” his father declared. “Two nights from this one, we can celebrate your return home.” 

Lucien wanted to be back in the human lands, he wanted to be in the home he had made with Jurian and Vassa, the unlikeliest of friends. Instead, Lucien bowed his head. “Thank you, High Lord.” 

Beron angled his chin, “The guards can show you to your rooms.” Flames flashed in his father’s eyes, familiar enough to make Lucien flinch. “I must speak with Eris.” 

The guards pushed Lucien forward, the gesture rude but not painful. They kept a respectful distance from Elain, and Lucien wondered if they had simply been too charmed by her to even consider treating her poorly. 

Together, they were escorted from the throne room, Elain still holding tightly to Lucien’s hand. 

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #elucien #elain x lucien #elain archeron x lucien vanserra #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #eris vanserra #beron vanserra #the lady of autumn #autumn court #i wanted to include more in this part but it was too long #elain and lucien talk more in the next one #is this a slow burn? yes i think it is #ashes writes sometimes #all you have is your fire

[saltygilmores]

THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS: S3/EP6: TAKE THE DEVILED EGGS Original Air Date: Nov 5, 2002

Links to all previous episodes can be found in my Pinned Post.

Pre Opening Credits Filler: Lorelai and Rory are sorting junk mail . Of course I had to google whether or not "Shreiber's" was ever a real catalog. Google results were inconclusive. Lorelai's Poconos shirt is really cute.

Post opening credits sequence: A town meeting.

Miss Patty and Babette are too good for this world.

I love seeing Luke smile. As the entire room rises to exit, Taylor instructs them not to leave and everyone immediately listens. I will never understand how he has this much power or why Luke dutifully attends every one of thse things.

Stefon from SNL voice: This hot new club, Stars Hollow Town Meeting, has everything. Animal cruelty, blind obedience, women who pick up dates at funerals, politicians dunking on neurodivergent loners, protest supression.

(tac·i·turn /ˈtasəˌtərn/ adjective (of a person) reserved or uncommunicative in speech; saying little.)

Pretty rich for Lorelai to be dunking on loners when the guy she's in love with has no friends and her daughter has one friend.

At least the loner must be intelligent. Evidenced by the fact that he doesn't waste his time in town meetings. But seriously...imagine you're this guy minding his own business just trying to buy some books and enact political change with protest so the mayor-type-guy calls everyone in town together to dunk on how weird and creepy and quiet you are behind your back (see also: Jess, who was also a child. And who also has to endure shitty comments about not being talkative enough).

Is Kirk the only neurodivergent person in Stars Hollow who is allowed to be himself?

With our powers combined, we are our the Neurodivergent And/Or Deeply Misunderstood Outcast Super Squad! Kirk! A guy who talks to mailboxes! A quiet guy who likes books! Another quiet guy who likes books! Town Troubador! Rory!

Look who else is way too smart to waste his time at a town meeting. His precious whacking off time is over, Luke is heading home, and he is outta here.

Now, let's say the Gilmore Girls in-show timeline lines up with the air dates of the episodes (which it tends to do much of the time). "Teach Me Tonight" aired April 30th, 2002. This episode aired on November 5th, 2002. 6 months and 6 days prior to this town meeting. Rory's not-even-broken arm has healed. Lorelai, kindly...get the fuck over it and shut up. Lorelai: when did Jess get a car? Luke: None of your god damn beeswax. Luke had no idea Jess had a car.

I always found it interesting that Jess was raised in the city his whole life, but knew how to drive. Many (but not all) New Yorkers get around on foot or public transportation and many never even learn to drive at all. But there's just no way Liz was a New Yorker who had a car that Jess could borrow, she wasn't helping him practice, she wasn't paying for lessons with an instructor, and before he arrived in The Hollow the only life he knew was getting around on public transport and walking. We come to learn he knows a bit about car repair as well. And he's only 18. Definitely not saying it's implausible or unbelievable that he knows how to drive. Far from it. Just something to ponder. Jess is scrappy. He finds a way. Lorelai has the absolute fucking audacity to tell Luke "You needs to get a handle on Jess" because he wasn't aware of this car purchase. How about you get a handle on your perfect child before she sleeps with her married ex boyfriend and steals a boat huh. How bout them apples.

OMG OMG.

Narrator: Lorelai Gilmore was in fact, not sorry for equating a 6 month old minor car accident that caused a hairline wrist fracture with 1st degree murder, and she would not butt out now or ever again.

#gilmore girls #denise rewatches gilmore girls #salty is Lorelai Gilmores number one hater #salty rages #gilmore girls season 3 #anti lorelai gilmore #luke danes #miss patty #babette #taylor doose #TDDE #Take The Deviled Eggs #Salty Rages #blood pressure rising

[downingg2001]

Blood Bound; Chapter 1

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Elain burst into Rysand’s Office gaping like a fish and out of breath, her nightgown clinging to her body and her hair a mess from just waking up, Rysand’s head snapped up in surprise.

“Is Nyx Okay? Is Feyre?” she gasped. She rushed here so quickly she didn't even think about throwing her robe over her exposed skin.

“I ..yes, Elain, they are both fine, I apologize for summoning you here so quickly, but there was no rush” Rhys cleared his throat at her disheveled appearance.

Elain felt heat creep up her cheeks, as she looked around the office, both Azriel and Cassian stood next to him, the former trying to hold a light snicker before the shadowsinger hit him upside his head and scolded him for not being a gentleman. Elain watched as he sent his shadows away for a moment before his eyes flickered to the back of the room where someone else stood.

Elain followed his eyes to a redhead she had seen before. Met Before.

Eris.

“ Hello Kingslayer..” His voice, warm and dangerous as his eyes looked her up and down. “I’ve always loved the night court fashion, is that what your women wear nowadays, Rhysand? Maybe I should move here next”.

Elain went rigged at the term and felt the tip of her ears burn. She looked over to Rhys who held his chin up towards the heir of the autumn court.

“Your welcome anytime of course, old friend” Rhys words held know sincerity and everyone in the room knew it, However eris inclined his head in thanks anyways.

“ My apologies about my attire, Lord Eris, I believed there was trouble and I came as quickly as I could” Elain bowed her head, but not low enough to show any respect.

Eirs began to walk towards her “No apologies needed, my dear sister in law” Elain felt her self flinch again but said nothing.

Eris Continued ‘’ I admire your…dedication to your court” A smirk played on his lips. Cunning and something alongside playful …but much, much worse. Elain couldn't think of a word that described eris, besides that.

Before Eris could get any closer, Azriel’s shadows dropped her robe around her shoulders, tugging on her loseley bound and curls as they did. However they stayed near her instead of returning to their master, hissing at the lord of autumn.

Elain nodded her head in thanks to the shadowsinger who nodded back, and unspoken agreement between the two.

“ Interesting” Eris whispered watching the shadows surround her. he turned his head to Azriel “You can call your shadows off, I won’t hurt her”

“ They are there of their own free will” Was all Azriel said. No emotion to be shown.

“ And yet you command them as well, i wonder…”Eris hummed

“ Lord Eris..” Elain started “ If you don’t mind me asking, Why are you here at this time of night”.

“ Aw yes, I almost forgot, Your face truly is one of such beauty. I can see why my brother is desperate for your affection” He reached to touch her face before a shadow snapped at him.

Eris chuckled “ I have a proposition for you, Kingslayer….

“ I do not like that term, Lord Eris’

“ And why is that?…I wonder..You are the one who stabbed him are you not? You stepped out of his shadows, with his weapon of choice… and yet you take no credit…No you let your sister take your glory..your kill..”

“ You’ve gotten off topic again my lord” Elain felt, more then saw the three illyrian warriors go rigid.

“Not truly..You see, Kingslayer…..I have a king I need slayed”

“ Then find someone else”.

“ I would if i could Sweetheart, but it begs to stand, i need and slayer, a seer and a spy..and you happen to be all tree...Besides you haven’t heard the best part’,

He leaned in closer, his breath hitting her neck, In an almost whisper he said “ I know how you can break the mating bond, with my brother”.

Elain took a step back “What..”

Eris tilted his head and smiled, that cunning smile once more “ You help me and i will tell you how it's done..infact i will do it for you as a sign of good faith, it won’t be pretty though”.

“ I thought you couldn’t break the bond” elain’s hearts as racing. She looked over to Rhysand who looked astounded

“ Whoever told you such a thing?” He laughed as if he already knew the answer.

Elain flinched, weighing her options, she could break the bond…but she couldn’t wrap her head around it, there had to be a catch. She didnt know much about politics in the fae world but she knew they liked to play games

“ I’m not a spy..”

“ No, but you have a spymaster at your beck and call.. I assumed where you go he will follow…to insure your safety of course”.

Rysand stood up “ She will not..”

Elain Cut him off “ What do i have to do?””

“Elain” Rysand warned

Elain ignored him, her eyes flickered to the shadowsinger, whose hands were rested on truthteller, watching her with such an intensity her skin crawled.

“ I need a vision first..I have a teeny-tiny question that I need answered, and before you say it doesn't work like that i know how to force a vision out of you…once I get the answer i want..we will discuss the details.

“ Eris, you said nothing of this when you asked to speak to her’’ Rysands voice was dark and stern and elain would have usually shivered at his sheer power, but now, standing in front of Eris, who had the possibility of changing her future.

“ I have some requests to make first before i accept anything” Elain held her chin up high

“ Of course” Eris Inclined his head curious, “But vision first my dear, if it’s not the right answer, we can all forget about this conversation all together anyways”

There was fire and hunger in his eyes.

“ Elain” it was azriels voice this time with a warning.

“ Don’t worry Shadowsinger, you play a big part in this as well, if you would be so kind to step forward and bring that dagger of yours as well”

Azriel looked at rhys before stepping towards. He eyes eris, waiting for an attack.

The shadow singer inclined his head, speaking silently “Are you sure?

“ Yes,” Elain nodded.

Azriel partially stepped in front of Elain blocking her from Eris.

“ What do i have to do?” azriels voice was menacing and untrusting

“ Stand behind her is all i need of you right now, shadowsinger”

Azriel hesitantly moved behind her

“ Your dagger if you please”

Azriel once again looked at rhys before shifting his attention to elain as he towered over her. Not letting his eyes leave hers.

Begrudgingly, he handed it to eris, who grunted when the power hit his palm. Eris thought a shield of fire around them and said “Close your eyes, Elain”

Elain did as he said

“Now picture the autumn court”

Elain tried but nothing came to mind.

“Funny thing with made objects. I heard you required the Starsword recently, it should teleport here in a second, Like calls to like afterall”

“What are you …” Azriel began to ask

Without a warning or a second to process it, Eris drove Truth Teller into Elains heart

Elain gasped and stumbled, her ears ringing and eyesight blurry and milky as she fell into a screaming azriels arms. There was a humming sound, metal against metal, a warmth that spread to her chest and a scream that lodged in her throat.

“ Whose the future lord of the Autumn court, Elain?” Eris voice spoke in her head.

Elain felt tears burn in her eyes as she gasped “ Why should I help you now” she choked out.

“Because, if you don’t your shadowsinger will die”.

There was another scream only this time it was her, it was Azriel, blood curdling and agony ridden.

She saw it in her head in flashes,

Elain,curled into Azriels lap as she bled out. Sobbing and grief in his tears over her as he begged.The star sword flying through the shield so quickly and running straight through Azriel’s chest, before uniting itself with the dagger still in elain’s heart . Azriel screamed before his body slumped and breathing heavily as he tried to pull her closer, blood staining his chin. Shadows wiping themselves around the two with violence and anger. A bright light flashing between the darkness and shards of a shattered siphon coated in blood.

She saw Eris on the throne, beorn beheaded at his feet. The starsword coated in the dead highlords blood, being held by an equally blood coated hand. One by one, flashes of how eris did it.

She saw too much too quickly, couldn’t process what she was seeing, what was happening. It was too much.

Then it slowed, she saw his scarred hand holding hers, their blood mixing as it pooled around them, an equal amount of light and shadows echoed from their matching wounds and a frayed string that snapped.

And then just complete darkness.

#elriel #acotar #pro elain #elain and azriel #elain archeron #azriel shadowsinger #pro elriel #elain #azriel #azriel and elain #shadowbound #carranam

[degenrcy]

deeper than love (3) ao3 link <-

he can only be so successful, you know

kinda short, not a lot of action sorry !!

warnings: incest, noncon, yeah...

you were a brave freshman, taking on high school by yourself- shig graduated a few years back. he was... supposed to be in college by now, but that's okay. everyone goes at their own pace. it was your first day!

"c-come on, shig-nii, i'm gonna be late again!" you whined, holding desperately onto the edge of the bed. you threw your head back when your brother's dick slid inside you quite forcefully- ah when was it not?

"shut the fuck uuuup, dude." he slapped a hand over your mouth, slowly thrusting in and out. god he loved the feeling, nothing topped it. no other girl felt as good as you ever did. he can't believe he's been getting away with it for so long, all the credit has to go to your parents. they shelter you enough as is, they didn't want you to end up like your failure fuck-up older brother, so they force you to bedtime and the only place you can be by yourself is at school after your loving brother drops you off everyday.

the same loving, caring, amazing brother who has been training you to be his personal free-use toy for... hm, a long, long time. he cums in your mouth before school, calls it your energy boost. he convinced you breakfast wasn't that important- just like food in general. he wanted you small and frail forever. might as well engrain an eating disorder into you too while he was at it.

he slapped your cute little butt after he shoved you out his rank, dirty car. you watched him speed off, hearing the bass from his music trail off when he got to the end of the street. you sighed, limping up the steps to class.

"today my presentation is about sexual assault." your peer stood in front of the class nervously, what a mature topic!!

"sexual assault is non-consensual sexual acts..." cue giggling from your class and a shush from your teacher. "sexual assault is usually done by someone you know- a friend, a family member, or another adult you may know."

wow, what kind of friend or family member would do something against your will?

"the sibling incest rape rates in the country are as follows,"

you furrowed your eyebrows.

you raised your hand, perfectly clipped and manicured nails, because your brother wanted you cute and clean at all times, especially if your hand was gonna be around his dick a lot.

"y/n, question?" your teacher smiled. she was glad someone was being respectful.

"so, this is bad to you?" you quirked your head. the whole class fell silent. your teacher looked bewildered. "my brother rapes me all the time, he told me it's completely normal and good!"

your teacher scrambled to the phone, the whole class still quiet.

ever since that day, you've been stuck in therapy sessions three times a week and constantly monitored. shigaraki no longer lived with the family anymore. you had to move schools, no one could forget that day and cruel students liked to make sure no one else did.

"you could fuck y/n, she let her brother hit." boys would bet on it, others were disgusted at the thought.

"i feel bad, but how could you not know that it was wrong! i was there when she told the class- she was all like-" girls avoided you.

at this point, you were more depressed about all the bullying and assumptions than the trauma you actually endured. a few years went by- it was a lonely few years. your brother surely wasn't that bad the whole time, right?

you knocked at his door- you spent very little time finding where he lived. thank god they posted the addresses of registered sex offenders online. your parents were probably getting ready to tear apart the entire neighborhood looking for you, then kill themselves when they realized where you really were.

the door creaked open, revealing an arm, and shoulder, neck, half body- hair- face.

bags under his eyes, stubble, platinum blue dyed hair. the dark eyes, piercing through you.

"y/n?" his voice was so much deeper.

"hi, big brother."

you pushed open the door, pressing the taser mom bought you into his stomach. he fell over without a sound, spazzing a bit on the floor. you jabbed it in his side for good measure, watching his body writhe.

you got to work tying up his wrists behind his back. he was still super skinny, and his place was filthy. his computer was still on, the fans of the pc whirring loudly, blue illuminating the dark corner of his room, tempting you. as a kid, you always wanted to know what he was typing so furiously away at.

he groaned, looking up at you through his bangs. his eyes flicked to the computer, then back to you.

your mouth went dry, heart heavy. he was even more disgusting than you ever perceived. this was who he was? "you're sick, shigaraki."

you crouched down to his level, his eyes quickly darted between your legs, looking at your panties through your dark tights. you smacked him hard, making him gasp out.

"you really can't help yourself, huh?" you wanted to cry.

"you really shouldn't be here, y/n. go home. mom and dad'll kill you."

you frowned, standing up again. your fingers shook, delicate. you lifted your school skirt up by the hems, his lips quivering open and eyes trailing back down to your bottom half. you revealed yourself to him, like old times.

"do you really want me to leave so soon, shig-nii?"

#shigaraki tomura dark fic #shigaraki tomura/reader #shigaraki/reader #tw.abuse #shigaraki noncon

[penmansparadise]

Eddie Munson ~ The Fire Genasi

* I DON’T OWN THIS GIF* *CREDIT TO GIF OWNER*

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader with Powers

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Mild language.

a/n: This was requested from my Wattpad.  Just a little something sweet with the usual witty banter between Y/N and Eddie.  I hope you all enjoy it and look forward to a Steve request coming next.  I know you all are anxiously waiting for part 2 of The Adventurer and the Dungeon Master.  Do not worry. I will be writing it soon!  Until then, enjoy this cute little imagine.  Thanks for reading, liking, and commenting!!

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The steady hum of Steve’s car filled the silence hanging amongst everyone. While Robin and Steve occupied the front, you were sandwiched between Dustin and Max in the backseat. When they rolled up to your house, Dustin did a very poor job explaining himself, and, in an effort to shut him up, you just agreed to whatever wild plan he had. Unfortunately for you, that meant being squished between two nervous teenagers in the most uncomfortable seat of the car. When you finally got in the car, Steve informed you that you were actually going with them to see Eddie, who was hiding in Reefer Rick’s boat house. Before you had a chance to jump out of the vehicle and go back to the comfort of your couch, Steve was already speeding off down the road. On any normal occasion, you wouldn’t have minded going to visit Eddie. In fact, you would have encouraged it, being that you had a schoolgirl crush on the boy since middle school. But because Hawkins and, on some level, the entire fate of the world was in danger, you were more focused on trying to figure out how your powers might be able to kill Vecna in El’s absence.

You were Dr. Brenner’s ninth experiment. Much like every other child he scooped up, you were born into the program. You were told that your mother was dead and to forget about your past and focus on your powers. Dr. Brenner did his best to help you hone your powers, and he did a great job. You were the first and only child to have fire powers. You could manipulate fire from any source and, when thinking hard enough, could create fire out of thin air. By the time you were ten, you had mastered your gift. That was when you started to question Brenner’s true intentions. You began to look into your past, finding out that you did have a mother who was alive and well. It wasn’t long after that when you found a way out of his lab and ran without looking back. You found your mother who took you in, and you thought the horror was over. But, much to your dismay, it all came tumbling back when Eleven showed up, and you got roped into helping her and her friends save Hawkins over and over again. Evidently, this time was no different.

You crossed your arms and looked at each of the other occupants of the vehicle.

“Why am I going to see Eddie with you guys again?” You asked, skepticism heavy in your voice.

At first, no one answered, and you let out a low growl before Dustin finally turned to you.

“Oh, you know,” he said, trailing off. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tried to come up with a believable lie on the spot. “We needed the extra hands for Eddie’s food delivery?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?” You asked, impassive. Dustin’s mouth opened, and when nothing came out, he looked around for assistance. When no one came to his rescue, you raised your eyebrows, and he huffed.

“Just forget it!” He said, throwing his hands up, “You’re coming with us, okay?”

You rolled your eyes and slumped back against the seat for the rest of the car ride.

When Steve finally pulled into Reefer Rick’s driveway, you were thrilled until everyone left you in the car to carry the bags of food. You scoffed as you watched the group hustle toward the boat house.

“Don’t worry,” you called after them, “I got the bags!” You shook your head, “Assholes.”

Once you wrangled the couple of bags full of junk food, you began your trek toward the rest of the group. Just as you were walking up, you could hear Dustin say, “So, we brought a friend.”

When you entered the tiny wooden building, your heart nearly shattered. Eddie was crouched in Reefer Rick’s dinghy. He looked like a shelter animal. Scared and helpless with those big brown eyes staring at you as if you held the world in your very hands. Even in his disarrayed state, he still made your body buzz. To say you had a thing for him was an understatement. You went to all of his concerts and spent some time together in the classes you shared. Once Dustin and the rest of the boys made it to freshman year, you spent a lot more time with Eddie. But still, you never really spoke to him. For years you pined after Eddie, hoping that one day you would gain the courage to say something to him. So far, that day hadn’t come.

You gave your most nonchalant nod and smile as you handed Eddie the bags of food. He returned the same gesture just as Dustin started telling him the good and bad news he had. The more Dustin went on, you could see Eddie’s hope slowly dissipating and being replaced by nervousness. You stood just off to Dustin’s right side, shaking your head.

“So,” Dustin said, “before anything else happens, we need to find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence.” Your eyes fell on Eddie, who looked like he was about to throw his YooHoo at Dustin.

“That’s all, Dustin?” Eddie said, incredulous. “That’s all.”

Dustin nodded.

“Yeah, no, that’s pretty much it.”

You dropped your head into the palms of your hands just as Eddie let out a hysterical laugh. You turned to head back toward Steve’s car when Dustin spoke again.

“And,” he said, clearly to stop you from walking off, “while we try to figure this all out, we’re gonna have Y/N keep you company.”

“What!?” You and Eddie shouted at the same time. You weren’t looking at him, but you were almost certain Eddie had the same look of panic on his face. You had never been alone with Eddie before. All the years you spent chasing after the boy, you had never even said two words to him. Now, you were expected to spend hours alone with him? You couldn’t. There was absolutely no way you would be able to handle it. You masked your apprehension with frustration as you stared at Dustin in disbelief.

“We need someone to watch him just in case the cops or someone else comes by.” Dustin said, almost begging you without actually getting onto his knees.

“Yeah,” you said through gritted teeth, “you seemed to have forgotten to mention that before I got in the car.”

You ran your hands through your hair. This couldn’t possibly be happening to you. The universe was playing some sick joke on your poor shy heart. You turned to face Dustin just as Eddie stood in the dinghy.

“Look,” he said, sticking his hands out, “I don’t need a babysitter, okay?”

“Babysitter!?” You said eyes bugged out as you planted your hands firmly on your hips. Eddie waved you off.

“I can protect myself.” He said, moving to stand in front of you. You rolled your eyes at his comment.

“Oh, yeah, you and your broken beer bottle are gonna do a lot of damage to cops…with guns. They have guns, Eddie.”

“And what are you gonna do?” He asked, looking at you with annoyance.

“Not use a makeshift shank, Eddie, that’s what!”

“Enough!” Steve’s booming voice cut through your and Eddie’s argument. You both turned to face him. His hands were on his hips before he met your gaze and pointed at you.

“Y/N, you’re staying with Eddie. End of story.”

You went to complain, but Steve held a hand up, so you didn’t bother. Instead, you and Eddie resorted to pouting as you watched the rest of the group take their exit. Right before he left, Dustin turned to face you and Eddie.

“Please don’t kill one another.”

“No promises,” you both said at the same time. You both let out an awkward laugh before the door shut, leaving the two of you alone.

The silence was heavy as Eddie made his way back into the dinghy, and you sat on the floor leaning up against the wall. It was clear that Eddie had a lot on his mind. His leg was bouncing a mile a minute, and he was aimlessly pulling on one of his curls. There was a groove cutting across his forehead as his eyes focused on something directly in front of him. You wanted to use your thumb to rub the nervousness off his forehead and stop his finger’s attack on his hair, but you didn’t move. Instead, you just cleared your throat to earn his attention. When his puppy dog eyes were on you, you froze for a minute, not fully prepared for their intensity. But you quickly pulled it together so as not to make it even more awkward between the two of you.

“I know it may not seem like it, but they will kill Vecna.” You may have given Dustin shit, but you had full faith that he and the rest of the group would clear Eddie’s name. But by the crazed look in his eyes, it was evident that Eddie didn’t share the same sentiment.

“Yeah?” Eddie asked, the hysterical tone from earlier back. “Before or after a search party is formed? You know, to hunt the freak?” He spit the last word like it left a bad taste in his mouth, and you could physically feel your heart break. The rude nickname was like a knife to the chest, and hearing Eddie refer to himself by it felt even worse. You pulled your legs to your chest and leaned your chin on your knees.

“I don’t think you’re a freak. I never have,” you said so quietly you were sure Eddie didn’t even hear it. But when you raised your gaze to look at him, his brown eyes were already looking at you. He didn’t say anything, but you could tell that he had softened a little at your comment. You shrugged.

“In fact, I always kind of thought you were cool.”

“You did?” Eddie asked, and you could hear the smile growing in his voice without even having to look at him. The silence from before returned, and you could feel Eddie’s stare on you as you nibbled on your thumb.

“I know what it feels like to be an outcast,” you said to your feet. “I don’t fit in either. Some might even consider me a freak too.”

You raised your gaze to meet Eddie’s waiting one, and he furrowed his brow.

“Why would you say that?”

He didn’t know about your powers. He had no idea that you were more of a freak than anyone in Hawkins. You held his stare for a moment before letting out a sigh.

“Can I show you something?”

“Anything.”

That one word was like a comfortable blanket falling over you on a cold winter night. It held so much warmth and safety, something you hadn’t felt in many years. So, without a second thought, you stood up and began rummaging through Reefer Rick’s junk before finally coming up with what you were looking for. You walked over to Eddie and handed him the lighter you had plucked from the floor. He looked at the lighter, puzzled.

“You wanted to show me Reefer Rick’s old Zippo?”

“What? No,” you said, shaking your head and then waving your hand at the lighter, “Give me a light.”

Eddie let out a huff before he flipped the lighter causing a tiny flame to jump to life. You focused on the little flame and then reached your right hand out. Using nothing but your telekinetic powers, you began to make what was once a tiny spark of light grow into an inferno. The flame began to dance upward toward the ceiling, twisting and curling in on itself. The room that was slowly growing darker as the sun began to set burst to life. Eddie watched you manipulate the flame, his jaw slightly agape.

“Holy shit,” he said as he flipped the Zippo shut and, in turn, killed the fire. He turned his focus back onto you.

“What else can you do?”

You moved to sit across from him in the dinghy and shut your eyes. You could feel Eddie’s stare boring into you, but you did your best to focus on the power within you. You lifted your right hand, palm up, and concentrated until a tiny fire began to blossom in your hand. Your fingers played with the ball of fire, moving it around like a marble. You were so focused on what you were doing that when Eddie’s calloused fingers brushed against your cheek, you almost fell out of the dinghy. Your eyes shot open, choking out the fire that was dancing in your hand only moments ago. He had leaned a little closer as his thumb wiped the drop of blood that had formulated just under your nose. His hand lingered on your cheek for a beat, and you swore he could hear your heart beating through your chest. When he pulled back, you felt the warmth of a blush replacing where his hand once was.

Silence hung in the air again as you both avoided eye contact. You wanted to kick yourself for showing Eddie your powers. It was obvious he didn’t particularly care for you before, and now that he knew you were some crazy lab rat, there was no way he would want to be seen with you ever again. You could feel your throat burning as you swallowed down the tears that were bubbling up. It was Eddie’s soft voice that stopped your potential meltdown.

“For the record, I never thought you were a freak either,” he said, fiddling with a fray on his denim vest.

“I still don’t. You know, even after,” he stopped short and motioned toward your hands that were clenched in your lap. Your heart did a backflip at his shy statement.

“No?” You asked, and Eddie looked at you through his long lashes, a playful smirk growing onto his lips.

“No,” he said, “I’ve always thought you were pretty rad. And you kind of just solidified that by showing me you’re actually a fire Genasi, so, I mean,” he trailed off and shrugged. You stared at him for a second before the two of you started laughing. Of course, Eddie would compare your shitty situation to a badass D&D character. Eddie met your gaze again when the laughter died, his usual poise gone and replaced with a bashfulness you had never seen in him.

“We should hang out sometime. You know, once this shit storm blows over.” The words fell out of his mouth so fast that you almost didn’t catch what he said. A smile grew and took over your face.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” you began, “Is the Eddie Munson asking me out on a date?”

Eddie’s cheeks slowly turned from pink to a bright red before he sat up a little straighter and said, “Maybe I am.”

You couldn’t help the little chuckle that spilled out.

“Well, if you are, then the answer is yes.”

The look of pure joy that spread across Eddie’s face was brighter than any fire you could’ve created.

“Alright then,” he said, reaching forward and taking your hands into his, twiddling with your fingers, “Once my fate is out of the hands of a thirteen-year-old, I’ll take you on an actual date. Somewhere maybe a little more sophisticated than Reefer Rick’s old boat house.”

You laughed before raising your stare to meet Eddie’s.

“Sounds like a plan.”

The two of you stayed like that, hand in hand, heads leaned forward, almost touching, for what felt like hours. It was quiet, neither one of you talking, but it was comfortable. You didn’t know how much time you had left together, and you were regretting every moment you let slip away. The sound of Steve lecturing Dustin echoed from just outside the boat house, brought you back to reality, and you knew your time was up. You would have given anything to have a little more time with Eddie. But you couldn’t, so that moment, just the two of you, fingers brushing against each other, would have to be enough.

Taglist: @violetrainbow412-blog @tellmehows​

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fandom #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things #stranger things imagines #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things imagine #stranger things fandom

[atsadi-shenanigans]

Feeding Alligators 44 - Dance With the Devil in the Pale Moonlight

Rated changed to E (just in case). Potential trigger warnings on the chapter in AO3. The sadness arc is here.

On AO3.

***

You find some stuff. You leave. Gale blows down the roof. You rejoin the others and wander out of the stink cloud of rot and set up camp. Gale makes food. You eat it mechanically.

Notice Astarion watching you.

Try to focus on the conversation but you can’t. Everyone is talking and their faces move and their limbs gesture. It’s like watching wooden puppets dancing around to an alien performance. Their words make no sense. Their expressions make no sense. You sit there and float on a cloud and do not taste your food.

The sun sinks into the treetops. Dread rises cold and leaden in you.

You can say no. Should say no. You can do it in front of all the others in case it turns out you’re wrong and he doesn’t take it well.

But.

You’ve dated before. Just the once. Ryan Meadows. Nice dude, one of Sasha’s friends. Never raised a voice or a hand against you. Said he wanted to take things slow. A real history buff and he was teaching you to cook more than boiled eggs.

Until he wanted to take it further. And you said no. Because the secular world said you could (no heavenly father or The Pastor to disapprove of you not satisfying a husband, no congregation to hold you responsible for failing your wifely duties). And Ryan had accepted that. He’d been gracious. He’d been kind. He’d smiled at you and hugged you (you hadn’t got to kissing, yet) and told you you never had to force yourself.

Then he ghosted you.

And you realized the secular world was just as much a piece of shit liar as your mother’s. You could, indeed, say no. And the world and the people in it would hold up a mirror so you could see exactly what you were worth if you didn’t open your legs.

Which was nothing.

No call, no text. He even ghosted Sasha (and she’d raged on your behalf for days, which…she meant well. But in all honestly it made you feel worse, taking up her time and attention like that).

You could and did build you some worth on your brains and your learned typing and filing skills. You got your apartment and a credit score. But you saw it in their eyes when you refused coworkers and strangers alike. How you got passed over, left out. How you’d started catching murmurs (never to your face, that would be rude). Ice queen and frigid, nun and sad and what’s her deal, is she gay—shh!

You can say no. And lose every single chance at friendship. If you refuse Astarion, he will drop you quicker than a sack of rotten potatoes, and the others will catch on. Broken goods. Legs padlocked shut. And once they realize you don’t want to fuck any of them, either? Once that option is closed and you make a bad call, ever?

You cannot survive on your own, here. You can’t.

Astarion glances to you again. You’re pretty sure those are what they call bedroom eyes—the half-lidded thing. Shadowheart catches him doing it and it looks like she stepped on a slug with her bare feet.

It’s fine. It’ll be fine. A bit of exercise, once and done, and this time tomorrow, you’ll have had sex, oh goodie.

But what if he wants to again.

Gale looks at you. Frowns, actually. “Are you alright?”

You sit against a tree in the clearing. Your plate is empty (you have no idea what he cooked). You hold a slice of bread in your hand. What remains of one, anyway; you done squeezed it into a hardened ball of dough.

You can’t breathe.

“It’s been a day,” you say and smile. You make sure to keep the edges of your mouth soft, keep your lips from being too rigid. “I think I’m gonna wash up. Thank you for dinner; it was delicious.”

“My pleasure,” Gale says, and he ain’t as good as you at making his smile look genuine.

Karlach ducks to whisper something to Lae’zel. Who gives you a cool once-over. The giant tiefling looks back at you, eyes sparkling. She looks so happy for you.

You force yourself to give her a thumbs up. You feel Astarion’s stare on the back of your neck as you turn and head down to the river.

It’s just sex. A bit of touching, he’ll probably use fingers at first, if he’s courteous. All you have to do is not scream or flinch. Don’t lie there like a doll. Maybe touch him back (oh god) and participate or something.

Maybe you can make it bad? A bad lay is still more valuable than an ice queen.

You take a sharp breath. Flap your hands to try to dissipate the tingles.

It’s just sex. You’ll be fine. It’ll probably feel nice and there’s no need whatsoever to get so worked up about it, stop being stupid.

Your head gets that memo, reads it over, and nods. Your body launches itself into a tantrum you cannot control.

You undress. Try not to feel so exposed as the wind brushes your breasts and between your legs. There will be hands there, soon.

It is literally just sex. It’s fine. You’re fine. This is nerves, is what it is. You said yes. It’s still happening on your terms, even if you didn’t initiate it. Astarion is, well…he’s not actually a good man, is he? He’s an outright bastard. But he’s funny? And there’s something about him you recognize, some connection you can’t name. He’s seen you at your worst, and he’s fine with it.

He jokes about it.

And he wants you. At least for this, at least for right now (lamed gazelle, the most vulnerable prey and what is a vampire if not a predator—)

But that just means you’re going into this eyes wide open. You know he’s not like, marriage material or anything, and he doesn’t see you as such either. You ain’t even sure he’s capable of that kind of attachment (he might be?? You just do not know). He wants sex, just sex, and you can handle that and it’ll secure him to the group and better secure you to the group. That’s what European marriages were: a political alliance forged through genital contact.

A snort breaks free. And it’s the first pebble in a whole ass landslide. You end up crouching in the river, butt-naked, laughing your ass off.

Honestly, you’re probably about to have a better first time than a lot of people—especially the ones with vaginas. Might as well enjoy what you can. You can even make it a funny story, later. “Oh, my first? Got railed by a vampire bareback out in the woods.”

It’s already hilarious.

You get to washing. Well, washing as best you can without soap. Or a razor; you don’t normally shave your legs (wasn’t a thing, growing up) and you never had the time or the spoons for the armpits. Plus, you weren’t looking to impress nobody.

You splash between your legs. If somebody is gonna be all up in there, it only seems polite.

And somebody is gonna be all up in there. Jesus lord, there’s going to be a cock inside you—

The flush is part fluster and part nerves. That’s what you tell yourself. It’s normal. This is normal. You’re lucky, really.

Really.

Absolutely.

Your hands still shake as you pull your trousers on for the walk back to your tent. You got the one clean pair; you’ll change into those.

The rest is on AO3 jsut in case, and also because it's long.

#feeding alligators fic #these two shitheads #astarion fic #astarion x tav #tavstarion #bg3 fic #angst with a happy ending #eventually #slow burn #purity culture trauma #shame trauma #demisexual tav #plus size tav #modern girl in faerun

[flamingskull28]

Some more Villian Agent 32 AU lore

(This is a very rough overview of the whole thing and somethings are liable to change.)

After OE, 8 and 4 meet for the first time. They connect pretty closely, with their love of turf, food, and similar personalities. 4 also let 8 live with her since she needed to be near someone a lot after what she went through in the metro. They flourish as roommates and slowly build feelings for the other over time.

Their relationship with the others... doesn't do as well.

Callie and Marie are busy most of the time, since they are just getting back into working. Even when they have time to spend with 4 and 8, it's mostly agent work related. They also showed a bit of a bias for 3 since they knew her longer.

3 for the most part had little interest in interacting with them outside of work. Only doing so a few times and being rather cold when doing so. In work they were a bit more talkative but mostly talked down to them and insulted their skills while boosting about how much better she was. Even more so after 3 was promoted to captain. They tolerated her for the most part but didn't really like her.

Cuttlefish mostly treated them as Agents and not people, leading to a rock relationship with him. Extra so since he still was holding on to old biases against octolings. 4 chewed him out a lot for it and was reprimanded by Marie and the others for doing so, 8 always told 4 how much she appreciated it.

8 and 4 really liked OTH but their busy lives made them have little time to hang.

4 always was disgusted by how the others didn't really give 8 the credit she deserved, even after she saved the world. 8 in turn felt as if 4 was overlooked and not respected all too much despite her ability's and how she saved Callie (several times).

A few months before the events of Splat 3. Everyone else leaves and they are left to guard Octavio and watch the canyon. They both feel like they were left behind since the others didn't like them and they were being stuck with the busy work but they watched as they were told, trying to keep some faith that the others would call on them.

During this time, 4 gets jumped while on patrol and hypnotized. Going on to free Octavio. 8 fails to stop this and tries to find 4 and free her. It takes her about a month to find 4 and the DJ (using an incomplete mech) She and 4 fight, being locked in a stalemate for a while until 8 lands a hit on the Hypno shades and shatters them. Leaving a cut over 4's eye and upper part of her face, in the process.

Seeing this Octavio flees, taking part of his forces to Splatsville.

At the cabin, late at night after fleeing from the arena, 4 and 8 reunite. 8 breaks down telling 4 how worried she was about her and how she meant everything to her. 4 does the same and they end up sharing their first kiss there.

After hearing that the NSS did nothing to help 8 while she was alone looking for her (8 reached out but only got voice mail requests) 4 was furious and they discussed getting back at them but opted to just send very... colorful voice mails for now, just deciding to enjoy each other and their newfound love....

until Side order, since its not clear what's going on in that yet I am just going to just say the whole square got sucked into a simulation of a "perfect world" made by Marina, 4 and 8 are seperated during this. 8 is found by Pearl who has been put into a drone for the (to keep her "safe") and they end up meeting Acht. They all battle through the spiral of order trying to learn what happened. (They only saw a flash of Marinas face when it happened.)

Meanwhile 4 is captured by this perfect world obsessed Marina and she forcibly takes over her mind, to use 4 as a weapon to try and fix the crumbling digital world.

Eventually 4 and 8 meet up. Marina tries to convince 8 and Pearl to stay in this world, but they refuse so she orders 4 to attack. During the fight 4 manages to beat 8 very badly and knock her to the ground. Seeing her girlfriend hurt like this gave 4 the inner strength to fight Marina's control and turn against her. Using the power she was given to shatter the digital world and free everyone. (due to 8's injury's in the digital world, she has a few scars along her stomach, shoulders and face that are pure white)

Insert scene of Marina crying and apologizing, saying she just wanted to keep everyone she cared about safe and everyone forgives her and convinces her the real worlds chaos is good.... Happily ever after? no

During 4's time being a warden in side order, she was connected to large amounts of data one of which being Alternas severs. Seeing them she saw them getting a new agent and "replacing them"

She told 8 about this, and they digged online, seeing the Neo 3 that 4 saw, hanging with Captain 3, Callie and Marie. On top of not getting any contact or help with side order. This pushed them over the edge and they decided to finally get their revenge, not only on the NSS but everyone. Feeling as if the world ignored people like them and left them to fend for themselves.

They went to the ruined domes, where countless octarins still lived and rallyed them to the cause. Convincing them that they knew what it was like to be left behind.

They got their new army to pre-pare for attack, while they paid a vist to alterna with a small team.

4 first jumped into the camp solo Callie, Marie and the Captain were confused at first but she drew her weapon before they could ask any questions. Captain 3 pulled her own weapon and tried to fight 4 but was quickly beat, Marie was yelling at 4 and begging her to stop wailing on captain while Callie went for her roller.

Being stopped and getting her ass kicked by 8, Marie surrendered at this point. Also marking when Neo 3 came back, she tried to save captain but was apprehended by the team 4 and 8 brought with them. (Craig surrendered as well)

At this time, 4 and 8's took over both major cities in inkdia. The government, having no need for a military after the great turf war only has police to fight them with and were beaten into surrender by the time 4 and 8 got to Splatsville. With there prisoners in tow.

4 and 8 made their terms of being left to their own devices and being allowed to hold authority. Using the army to uphold their will wherever they pleased.

They also overtook a manor overlooking splatsville. (it was still a bit away from the city) Using it as their HQ and home. Also having cells for the NSS and enforcing their punishments for wronging them whenever they pleased.

3 was forced to be their personal servant. Callie (she was nicer to them than the others) is mostly free but she has to return to the manor every night and she must spend 2 hours a day fighting x ranked teams solo for making 4 have to fight her so much. Marie is forced to basically be a maid and clean, also being made to be splatted at a moment's notice for the couple's entertainment.

Neo 3 was let go at first but after trying to free the NSS, she was forced to guard them and enforced their punishments. 4 and 8 will and have beaten, splatted and added extra punishments for disobeying them or trying to flee.

As of now, 4 and 8 are sort of queens with high amounts of power and their own loyal army. As well as an iron grip over those who wronged them

#splatoon #agent 4 #splatoon 2 #new squidbeak splatoon #agent 8 #agent 3 #splatoon 3 #agent 32 #callie #callie and marie #marie #pearl and marina #side order #side order splatoon #Agent 32 villain AU #captain 3 #neo 3

[faithinhome]

Neighbor Next Door - Stephen Strange / Female OC

18+ | minors dni

Summary: anna had always thought the doctor next door was attractive. and one interaction left her itching to get more of him.

Tags: age gap (25F & 40M), cheating (but not in the way you’d think), strong language, smut.

TW: DEATH (nothing major)

Chapter 11: Boyfriend shit

“what the hell” sam just doubled over in laughter on anna’s couch the moment she walked in.

anna rolled her eyes. “shut up. why are you even laughing?”

“can y’all like stay together in an enclosed space without fucking?”

“how do you even know we fucked?” anna dropped her bag, removing her heels.

“please. we know that’s not white paint.”

wanda was quiet, watching the two.

“i guess the stella chapter is closed?” wanda asked quietly as anna came to sit across them on a smaller couch.

“well, sort of? but not really” anna murmured. “she stayed back after everyone left. he says they never hooked up and that he uh, hasn’t had sex with anyone else. so.”

“so she’s just a friend?”

“yup. not that that’s comforting. she’s so hot, like what?”

“what, so he can’t have hot friends?” sam snorted.

“no.”

“you have me. he doesn’t seem to have an issue with that.”

anna rolled her eyes and laughed. “okay, sam. only because you were his shining knight in armour.”

but the more anna thought about it, she was still friends with wanda. and they’d hooked up. stephen never seemed to express any issues with it. maybe it was her turn to be mature about it, as well. but she didn’t know how to deal with her insecurities. it wasn’t as if they were exclusive and commmitted, there was no security. and stephen could have anyone. he was fucking rich and successful. she rented out an apartment and wrote things people took credit for. stella was a successful real estate agent and she was definitely hotter than anna.

stephen had a lot to be confident and secure about.

she felt like she didn’t.

and she didn’t believe any guys after stephen would ever match up to him.

she didn’t voice any of this to her friends. she knew they’d get on her case about having higher self-esteem and how she could totally find a better man.

but a he knew that certain things were facts.

and it was a fact that stephen strange was unmatchable, unreplacable. there was no one better.

***

as anna was getting ready for bed, her newfound doubts nagging at her head, her phone buzzed. she snuggled under her covers and picked it up, smiling when she saw stephen’s name.

stephen: hi, anna. i just wanted to remind you of just how beautiful you are. you were the most beautiful girl at the party tonight. you manage to be the most beautiful girl wherever you go. don’t ever forget that.

anna’s mouth fell open. she was not expecting that.

tears stung at her eyes as she read the text over and over again.

this was turning into boyfriend talk. but she wasn’t mad about it. she loved it, but things like these kept her wondering, what were they doing?

because, she was sitting here with tears streaming down her face. and she felt ridiculous.

tears because a man who she sometimes hooked up with called her beautiful.

was it not some relationship boyfriend shit?

she wiped her tears, willing herself to put herself together.

men had called her beautiful in the past. but everything stephen did and said, he did and said it better. if other men called her pretty or hot, he phrased it like this.

he did it all better. so much better.

how could christine ever let this go?

she chewed on her lip, wondering what to say.

anna: that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me, stephen. thank you. did you get home okay?

stephen: i did. thank you. are you going to bed soon?

anna: yeah, you?

stephen: i just have some cleaning up to do and then i’ll head to bed. do you think you could send me a picture of yourself? something to look at before i go to bed. i miss you.

anna’s heart was racing. he was acting so much like a boyfriend would. was this a good sign? did this mean they were moving forward?

anna: anything for you.

she smiled and held up her camera, fixing her hair before taking a few selfies. she chose the best one and sent it to stephen.

stephen: oh my god, perfect. thank you. you’re an angel. good night, princess.

anna smiled to herself, shaking her head. was this real? how was this fucking real?

anna: good night, stephen. sleep well.

“i think i kind of love you,” anna whispered to herself.

***

“what if you think you love him because he just makes you come all the time?” sam suggested as they were hanging out the next day.

anna had tried so hard to not bring stephen up. she’d felt like a selfish friend every time they talked about her and stephen too much.

but it was her friends, they kept circling back to it.

they loved gossip and anna knew it.

“that’s a very good point” anna nodded strongly. “i have been known to get attached to a man that can give me a good, yummy orgasm.”

“we’re talking about marc, right?” wanda giggled.

“yes” anna sighed dreamily. “marc spector. until we tried a relationship and it went to shit.”

sam laughed. “yeah. but with stephen, you also just like being around him.”

“could still be orgasm based attraction” wanda chimed in.

“this is stupid” anna whined and brought her knees up to her face. they were sat on the floor on a carpet, ignoring the tv.

“give it some time” sam shrugged. “maybe it’s better to not have your feelings figured out right now. because i don’t think strange does either. it’s probably better you guys figure it out at the same time or as you go.”

“yeah, but what if you get your heart broken?” wanda suggested and anna went quiet.

she knew it was a possibility.

“isn’t heart break inevitable, though?” sam sighed as he leant against the carpet, resting his head on a pillow. “heart break happens in life all the time. anything could lead to heartbreak. maybe it’s time we stop being so scared of it.”

anna and wanda exchanged looks.

“okay, kant.” wanda chuckled.

“hey, i’m no cunt.”

“no kant. like the philosopher.”

“didn’t he talk about like, morals and shit?” sam laughed. “not romance.”

“whatever” wanda shrugged.

“dude, are you in love?” anna giggled. “because that was…something.”

“what? a guy can’t have an epiphany?” sam protested.

“a guy could. but a guy like you…”

sam glared at anna and she laughed. “sorry. you’re right. you’re actually very right.”

“i know” sam smiled.

anna figured sam was right. heartbreak in life at some point, was always inevitable.

maybe she needed to stop worrying so much about where things were going and embrace what was happening in the present, which was magical in its own right.

“i asked him if he’d like to hang out with the four of us, he seemed keen on the idea. we should really do something together.”

“we could go out for drinks tonight.” sam offered.

“wanda?”

“sure.” wanda smiled. “it would be nice to talk to him and get to know him.”

“great! i’ll text him right now.”

anna received a reply soon.

stephen: hi, anna! i’m so glad you asked. i can’t tonight, though. i’m working a late shift and it looks like i’m going to be working late shifts this entire week. could we do something next week?

anna voiced it out loud to everyone.

“oh! he could come watch my band perform!” sam suggested.

anna loved the idea. stephen agreed once they confirmed the day and time.

anna: good luck on your late shift. are you doing okay?

stephen: thank you! yeah, i’m just running on caffeine.

anna: have you had anything to eat?

stephen: not really. i didn’t really get the time. got to go. i get off at 12! i’ll text you then, if you’re not asleep by then.

anna bit down her lip, frowning as she responded, ‘okay, good luck stephen. take care.’

shortly after her friends left, anna was back to thinking about stephen.

she felt bad that he worked so hard he couldn’t even make something to eat.

anna did not cook. she survived off easy to make meals like sandwiches, wanda’s cooking and take out.

but she decided to cook stephen something easy and maybe show up and drop it off.

anna decided on making some some chicken alfredo pasta. she ended up running later than she anticipated. because obviously, her in the kitchen was no less than a disaster.

she packed it up quickly and grabbed a jacket before going down to wait for her uber.

the uber pulled up to the hospital and anna realized she didn’t really think this through. could she get in?

she decided to wait in the car because the driver agreed to wait, for a little extra charge.

she texted stephen, keeping an eye out for him.

she left the car as soon as she spotted him, thanking the driver before walking out, hoping that stephen would notice her.

he looked up and spotted her, squinting his eyes.

anna waved, smiling as she walked closer.

“anna?” stephen seemed surprise. “hi. are you okay?”

“yeah” anna nodded. “i uh, texted you that i’d be waiting here.”

“sorry, i…uh, i didn’t check my phone.”

stephen looked drained and anna felt bad for the man. he looked so worn out.

“i um, wanted to bring you some pasta.”

stephen looked up at anna and down at the food. “oh, anna, you didnt have to.”

“i know. but you work so hard, i figured i might as well. i didn’t really think about how i probably wouldn’t be able to get in. so, the plan didn’t work out too well.”

“no, thank you so much. i really appreciate it. i was in surgery for hours anyway.”

“it’s nothing.” anna smiled. “how was your day?”

“it was uh…it was good” stephen nodded, smiling. but the smile felt forced to anna. maybe he was just tired. and he really hadn’t eaten all day. “did you come alone?”

“yeah, i took an uber.”

“you’re so sweet anna, you really didn’t have to at this hour.”

“i really wanted to” anna said quietly, handing stephen the food.

“thank you” stephen smiled.

anna noticed his eyes were glassy but she thought maybe it was the lights they were standing under.

“i’ll drop you off.”

“no, stephen” anna shook her head. “you’ve had a tired day. i just came to help.”

“i could…i could use the company.” stephen was used to being a bit of a loner. but he found himself opening up a lot more around anna. a lot faster. he seemed to be okay with being vulnerable around her.

maybe it was because she responded so well to it.

“oh, of course” anna smiled, a little concerned now.

she followed stephen to his car.

and she could swear he looked like he was on the verge of crying.

“stephen, are you okay?” she asked quietly as she buckled her seatbelt, studying the man carefullly.

“i’m okay, anna” stephen smiled. “just tired. and starving.”

“yeah, i can imagine.”

she heard a soft sniffle as they started driving away and glanced over, stephen truly looked like he was holding back tears.

“stephen, you don’t look okay. you can talk to me.”

stephen took in a deep breath, trying to not let his voice waver. “it was…it was just a tough day is all.”

the truth was, stephen’s surgery had been unsuccessful. he’d been there when he broke the news to the family. he’d held the patient’s mother. and it was eating away at him.

stephen didn’t see a lot of this, he was usually always successful.

“do you want to talk about it?” anna asked gently.

“i…i don’t know” stephen confessed, his voice shaky.

“i’m right here, okay?” anna said. “we can go back to my place. we can hang out, and you can talk to me if you feel up to it.”

stephen pondered the offer. “do you want to go back to my place?”

anna figured it was closer, anyway. “of course” she smiled. “that sounds great.”

stephen drove home quietly as anna sat in uncomfortable silence.

“how was your day, anna?” stephen asked eventually, his voice cutting thrrough the low hum of music.

“oh, good” anna smiled at the man. “work was good. i hung out with sam and wanda for a bit. we uh, we talked about you.”

that brought a smile to stephen’s face. “yeah? what did you guys talk about me?”

anna blushed, she couldn’t tell him she was questioning if she loved him.

“just… about how much of a great guy you are” anna smiled.

“yeah? did they ask any questions about the stained dress?”

anna blushed, looking out of the window. “uh, well i i told you they’d know. sam just started laughing when he saw me in it.”

stephen laughed and it was like music to anna’s ears.

“yeah, sam’s a bit of a bully” anna chuckled. “i’m really excited for you to see him play, though.”

“me, too.” stephen smiled. “thanks for inviting me.”

“of course. thanks for coming with us. it’s gonna be so much fun.”

stephen pulled into his driveway and parked his car in the garage.

anna followed him out and thanked him as he held the front door open.

“thanks for having me over.” anna smiled as she stepped in, taking in the place. the house was huge. it was 2 storeys tall and everything was so polished and organized.

“no worries” stephen shook his head. “you went out of your way to bring me food.”

stephen asked if it was okay if he took a shower quickly. anna offered to serve him some food while he did it, and stephen convinced her to eat with him, even though she argued that she’d brought it all for him.

anna brought the plates to the table, setting them beside opposite chairs. she set out some cutlery and a jar of water, looking up as stephen came back.

she noticed his nose and cheeks were a little red.

something was definitely up.

but she didn’t push him, he should probably eat first.

“this is so good” stephen said as he swallowed his first bite. “thank you so much, i haven’t had a home cooked meal in so long.”

anna smiled over at the man. she knew it wasn’t that good. “i’m glad you like it.”

stephen seemed so sad and vulnerable, which was the opposite of how she’d always seen him. she just wanted to reach out and embrace him. she wanted to make sure he was looked after. she wanted to make sure he was okay.

god, why couldn’t she just reach out and give him a kiss? to just hold him and tell him he’ll be okay and she’ll be there for him?

anna ate her food quietly, mildly impressed with herself. it wasn’t all that, but still good considering that she’d made it.

“that was amazing” stephen sighed as he stood with his plate. “thank you so much.”

stephen continued thanking anna, as if she’d saved his life.

she helped dry the dishes as he washed them.

“i’m sorry i’ve been so…down” stephen murmured.

“please don’t be” anna shook her head. “you’re allowed to be down. we’re friends, remember? you can be however you want around me, that’s what i’m here for.”

stephen looked up at anna, their eyes locking. all he wanted to do in this moment was so embrace her, to feel her lips against his. he wanted to cuddle up next to her and go to sleep. and forget that he’d failed tonight. not just himself, but an entire family.

“stephen” anna whispered as she watched tears form at his eyes.

she stepped closer. “stephen, what’s wrong?”

“i…i killed a man, anna”

“w-what?” anna didn’t know what that was supppposed to mean.

“i..uh, the surgery i performed today” stephen looked away in shame. “i failed to save the patient. his mother cried in my arms tonight.”

stephen’s lower lip started to quiver and a tear fell down his cheek. he’d failed to hold himself back from crying, too.

“oh, stephen” anna shook her head, her heart breaking at the sight. “stephen, god, no please don’t blame yourself.”

“i killed him, anna” stephen let out a soft sob, his hands against the sink as he looked down, defeated.

“no, stephen, no you didn’t.” anna shook her head, bringing a hand on his shoulder. “you gave him a chance, stephen. that’s what you do, you give people chances. multiple chances. and if it doesn’t work out, it’s not your fault.”

“fuck, i’m sorry” stephen cried softly, hiding his face.

“hey, it’s okay” anna shook her head, leaning her back against the sink as she reached out to cup his face between her hands, stephen hesitantly meeting her gaze. “you have nothing to apologize for. not for what happened at the hospital. not for right now. i’m here for you.”

stephen sniffled, glassy eyes looking into anna’s. he couldn’t believe she was here, her touch so soft against his face. he wasn’t used to people being there for him. he wasn’t used to being vulnerable and admitting defeat.

“thank you” was all he could manage to get out.

“you don’t ever have to

thank me for this” anna shook her head, wiping off his tears. “i’m so sorry it’s been such a rough night. but it’s not your fault, okay? you’re still a hero. you always will be.”

stephen reached out and embraced anna in a gentle hug and anna reciprocated right away, wrapping her arms around his neck as she tip-toed, her heart racing.

“you’ll be okay, stephen” she whispered against his hair. “it’s okay.”

stephen pulled back, his eyes sunken in. “god, i’m so…i’m so tired.”

“hey, let’s get you ready for bed, hm? why don’t you go and get changed and i’ll get you some water?”

despite some hesitation, stephen obeyed and went up to get changed. he felt a little embarrassed about how he’d been so vulnerable in front of anna but his exhaustion and emotional overwhelm were far too strong and overrid the embarrassment.

stephen gazed at anna with adoration as he followed her. it had been a long time since he’d been taken care of like this.

…

a/n: okayyyy i know i keep disappearing i’m sorry!!! but i’ve been going through it lol. i’m in a much better place now and i’m back! i don’t wanna make any promises because i broke it the last time but i’ll be trying my best to return to the original schedule. as always, thank you so much for being the sweetest and so supportive! 💗

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[synthetickitsune]

Heeyoo! I know that the requests are closed for the moment, but if you don't mind I was hoping to request one. You can write for it later on

Can you do a Park Joonggil x reader fluff imagine of him falling for his shy assistant who works under him in the escort team. Thanks!

Park Joonggil (Tomorrow) | Fondness fluff | 0.9k | gn!reader

“Will that be everything, sir?”

He gives a stern nod and sends you on your way. Not without noting the satisfied smile blooming on your lips as you turn away from him.

Too soft for this job, he thinks not for the first or second time. He thought so when he first met you, kept thinking it during the trial period, and it’s unlikely he’ll stop anytime soon.

Still, no matter what he thinks, your work ethics and dedication cannot be ignored. It should be admired by many of your peers, really. Whatever he thinks, you’re efficient and your reports are precise and include everything he wants them to contain.

He watched you on a couple assignments. You work well, with expertise others might take months or years to develop. You do not hesitate to subdue souls unwilling to part with the world of the living. 

And yet you’re too soft. It’s too obvious in the tender look in your eyes when they meet his. In the meekness of your voice when you speak to him, in the blush on your cheeks. In the cautious way you approach him. You’re like a stray kitten deciding whether to trust him or not.

And admittedly, he was trying to make you crack for some time now.

It wasn’t often that you followed his lead, but until now, it always went well. He would never expect to find himself in a situation like this.

He had his own reasons for coming to personally take care of this mess. This has been one troublesome group of souls and he knew this case would be a highly complicated and dangerous one. Things could go south easily, which he always liked to avoid.

And to his credit, and to the credit of the team members he handpicked for this particular night, everything did go smoothly. At least until…

He whips around the moment he hears a soft whimper from a voice he recognizes as yours. Everyone else seemed confused, but he knew. You only ever spoke softly around him. Always so careful and respectful it bordered on scared. He doesn’t hesitate, following with resolute steps to the source of the panicked sound.

He finds you pinned against the wall. The man holds you by your throat, whispering threats that Joonggil cannot hear. You should be able to get out of such situation. He’s seen you fight. But seeing you struggle, something prevents him from scolding you. Yet he knows if it had been anyone else, he’d yell at them to stop messing around.

Instead he storms over and punches the man without a warning. He hears your panicked squeak. From the corner of his eye he pays attention to you as you free yourself, hiding behind him. Too soft. He doesn’t say anything, not to you, but he grabs the man who suddenly seems very cooperative and scared. Apparently there’s no need to speak to him either. It’s not hard to pass him over to the other members to have him escorted. Then he turns to you.

He frowns seeing you all but cowering against the wall. He tilts his head slightly, scanning you for injuries, but there is no visible wound. 

“Did he hurt you?” he asks, hiding his surprise well - he didn’t mean to sound so angry. You flinch a little and he takes half a step back, giving you space.

“No,” you answer. He hears the effort in your voice to respond to him as you usually do instead of showing your fear. For some reason it feels inappropriate to him. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t breathe and panicked. It won’t happen again.”

“It won’t,” he agrees. Because he won’t allow it, he wants to add, just to reassure you. Just to make you stop curling in on yourself. He has no means to ensure the situation doesn’t repeat itself. But as of now he was successful enough in making sure none of his subordinates got too hurt. He won’t let you ruin his achievement. He sees you swallow uneasily.

“I’m sorry I didn’t help,” you stutter a little, your cheeks visibly heating up. He can’t help but think it cute. “I just didn’t want to get in your way.”

“Seemed more like you wanted to be protected,” he hums, amusement tugging the corners of his lips upwards. He could laugh at the way you avoid his eyes with even more determination. You really are too soft. But maybe it’s not a bad thing. “It must’ve been scary.”

You snap your head to look at him so fast he worries you’ll hurt yourself. You look so surprised he almost second guesses himself - did you fear him this entire time? He allows his muscles to relax, allows the ghost of a smile to appear on his lips. “These accidents happen. Make sure you practice your defense more, you’re good enough on the offense.”

“Yes, sir,” you nod immediately. You still look a little dazed. It truly is amusing. Usually you’d consider yourself dismissed and run away, but you linger around. He wonders why, but only one reason comes to mind.

He turns around and leads the way. 

“Follow me, if you still feel too scared to return alone,” he tries to hide the humor in his voice.

He should be annoyed. Yet he only feels fondness in his chest hearing your shy and quiet ‘yes, sir’ and your footsteps following closely after his.

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[yamahex]

Explicit Pt. 6

Summary: The meeting with the Dean.

Content Warning: 17+ Sexual Themes and Topics

A/N: Next part is the last, enjoy!

The feeling of eyes washed over you, causing your nerves to rise even higher. Thoughts raced throughout your mind wondering how this meeting was going to end. Would you be expelled and lose everything you worked so hard for?

The potential outcome was enough to bring tears to your eyes but you shook them away as you approached the assistants desk.

“Y/N, L/N. Here to see the dean.” Your tired voice barely coming out as a whisper. Clicks from her keyboard echoed in the quiet area.

“She’s finishing up her previous meeting. You can sit and wait over there, she’ll be out in a moment.” She pointed to the group of chairs, where two other girls also sat.

Various whispers could be heard from the girls who clearly didn’t care if you heard or not.

“Girl, isn’t that the girl who Jack Harlow posted and was all over twitter last night??”

“Mhm, sure is. You should ask her if he’s good in bed.”

The two began to laugh, causing you to take an annoyed breath. Not wanting to bite your tongue any longer you turned to face the two.

“Actually he is. Way better than anyone you two can hope to find-“

The sound of the office door opening halted your words and the dean, along with another student walked out. Your skin began to heat with subtle embarrassment, hoping she didn’t hear the interaction.

“Ms. L/N, would you mind stepping into my office?” She turned her body to the side, waiting for you to enter. You let out another breath before getting up out of your chair and entering the office, leaving the two girls shocked.

The dean closed the door behind her then made her way to her desk as you sat down. Her aura was comforting, which you hoped was a good sign.

“So I assume you know why you’re here?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re aware that we have no tolerance for sex work here at this university, right?”

“Yes, ma’am I’m aware but I never intended for my identity to be put out there. I was exposed by someone I trusted. I would never do anything to jeopardize my place here. I was simply doing that to make a income-“

“I get it Y/N. I really do.” She took off her glasses.

“Everyone’s just trying to make it through the rough times. But the fact of the matter is I can not allow this to affect the prestigious reputation that has been built at this school. I need to keep the rules enforced.”

Tears began to well in your eyes.

“I’m sorry but I have no choice but to expel you. Effective immediately.”

“Ma’am I- please I have spent so much time and money here.”

“The credits you’ve earned will be able to be transferred to another university as you are no longer apart of the students here. You’re free to go.”

Your lip trembled as you gathered your things and left her office. As you began to walk back to your apartment you could feel your world crashing around you. All of your hard work, flushed down the drain.

The gloomy weather loomed over you, almost mocking your current state. Suddenly you felt a familiar presence once you approached the outside of your building.

Looking up your eyes met Jack waiting outside of his car. Rolling your eyes, you refused to stop and he sighed while trying to catch up.

“Y/N, please talk to me. I’m so sorry. Please just tell me what I can do to make it up to you?” It was then, you stopped in your tracks.

“I just got expelled Jack. Everything I’ve worked for. Gone. Because of you.”

He looked down in shame.

“You wanna make it up to me? You can start by staying away from me. For good.”

His eyes widened at your statement. You didn’t mean that did you? You couldn’t have. He watched your back turn and you continue to walk to your apartment, without a second glance back.

Upon entering your apartment the tears slid down your cheeks. Why did this have to happen? Just a month ago you were in a happy relationship with a man you loved and now…nothing. No relationship. No school. No Privacy and no income. There’s no way you could continue your profession with your identity in the public.

As the sun began to set you laid on your bed, staring at the ceiling with no clue about what to do now.

A few weeks later Jack found himself waiting outside the deans office, thinking back to his conversation with Urban.

“Dude she just lost everything because of what you did. I wouldn’t want to see you either.”

“Thanks for your help bro.” Urban let out a puff of smoke.

“I’m just saying. You need to go down to the university and make shit right.”

“And how do you suggest I do that??”

“Come on bro, use that big ass cranium of yours. You’re a celebrity dumbass, use that shit to your advantage. If you want any chance with her again you’ll figure it out.”

Brought back to the present Jack became aware of everyone around him staring in excitement, and wanting to ask for pictures.

As the dean stepped out of her office her face lit up after seeing the celebrity outside her door.

“Mr. Harlow, this is quite a surprise. Please come in, come in! My daughter will be so jealous!” He let out a small laugh and rose to his feet with a smile on his face.

She closed the door and made her way back to her seat eagerly.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Well Mrs. Johnson. I wanted to make a donation to the university and maybe do a performance here…”

Her eyes widened.

“Wow! That’s amazing, we would be honored and that would really blow over well with our students-“

“In exchange for a favor.”

To Be Continued…

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