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moonlight-sonata99 · 17 days

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What we've built

Hunter x F!ex jedi reader

This has SPOILERS from the series finale!

Tumblr deleted the original draft I had🥹 which was LONG AS HELL but here we are.Sorry for any mistakes that may have went unnoticed! Also I'm currently thinking about writing a crosshair and wrecked one hehehe

"So...your leaving. Just like that?" A voice called out in the darkness, as omega packed in her room. She had obviously not been expecting anyone to be home,Hunter had went out a while ago. And The women in front of her was meant to be asleep long ago.

"I...no..?" Omega grinned awkwardly, and the women in front of her only gave her a deadpanned expression as she leaned on the doorway as if blocking omegas way...

"I need to-"

"I know." The women sighed, getting off the doorway and walking next to omega, and picked up and folded the clothes and places them in her pack. Omega only looked at her and sat down on the bed, the sadness somewhat getting to her.

"Dont feel guilty" the older women said,

"It's what you have to do" she added as omega stared at her. Omega remembers when she first met her. The woman was on tantis, and when omega had found her..she her hands were tied and she looked tired...now she stood before her.

"When I was born,They took me to the jedi temple," the woman said, looking down at the clothes in front of her. "I never had the chance to become what I wanted to be." She said softly, walking to omega and gesturing her to stand, and so omega did.

"I won't deny you" the woman whispered softly, her voice was trembling. And omega began to feel her eyes mist. "You will always be that little girl on tantis" The woman smiled and hugged omega.

"I love you" she said as omega hugged her back, tears running down her cheek.

"I love you to"

The woman and omega packed up the rest of omegas belongings and The woman opened the door as omega walked our, and turned back with a sad smile.

"Dont you dare think about not coming back" the woman instructed, waving her finger at the girl. And omega laughed "I promise " she said and hugged her one last time.

"Goodbye" omega said into her shoulder and the woman tapped her back,

"Goodbye omega," the woman said softly. And omega pulled away, and turned her back and walked away. The woman only watched as the tears began to fill her eyes once again, and she leaned on the doorway, keeping her eyes on omegas figure until it disappeared in the distance.

The night remained, and the woman tugged on her long sleeved top, and she walked to the cliffs and hiked down. There the waves crashed and she looked around, and found a familiar figure sitting on the rocks.

"You alright?" She called out,and Hunter's head turned to see the woman climbing up the rocks. He met her halfway and offered his hand, which she gladly took. She noticed the ship was long gone, and she sighed.

"I suppose," hunter said, a but if sadness in his voice. The two walked together and sat down watching the soon dissapear.

"She will be alright" the woman nodded softly, "we've...taught her well"

"You sound..somewhat unsure" hunter chuckled looking at her with a smile.

"I felt I was bit rusty," she admits, opening her palms. "And all I know is how to fight like a jedi. I hope I wasn't too harsh, " she says, her eyes darting to the sea

"You did fine" hunter smiles, taking her hand in his. "We did fine"

The woman smiled and let her free hand on top of his, his hands were filled with old scars, and rough. He had taken up fishing and other hobbies since their stay here.

"We have, haven't we?" She says in thought. "If you had told me years ago that if I married a clone, I don't think I would've believed you."

Hunter laughed and she looked at her,

"If you had told me if I had married a jedi, I don't think I wouldn't believe either."

The two chuckled, and basked in eachothers presence.

"It's nice,what we've built is beautiful," she said softly, leaning closer to him and putting her head on his shoulder. He only hummed and looked down at her. His wifes face is also marked with her years, but he pays no mind. She is just as beautiful as the day he layed eyes on her.

He leans his head down on hers and admires the waves that continue to rock back and forth,

"Hmm..this reminds me, you have another one at home that needs you" the woman teases and hunter grimaces, thinking about the young girl back at home. "Ehhhh I think she doesn't need me as much, I think she'll need you" he replies with a smile and the woman laughs.

"As if!"

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chelseeebe · 7 months

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addict.

a/n: this has been in drafts for LONGGG and is basically a continuation of shameless. i wanted to post something because ive been slacking with writing and ideas so i hope this suffices lol

18+. smut. cheating whoops. it’s a tiny bit angsty i guess but it’s happy in the end bc we all love that don’t we

listened to bathroom - montell fish writing this ;)

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‘so what’re you doing tonight?’ connor asks, eyes soft as he leans against the metal shelving unit, finally getting a free moment without customers.

‘uh.. nothi-,’ you’re cut off by a curious steve, bounding down the aisle to intervene in your potential plans, slinging his arm around your shoulder, smug grin plastered on his face.

‘oh no she’s busy tonight,’ his face twisting into a sarcastic, not-really-sorry expression, ‘sorry bud,’ shrugging as his hand dangerously nears your breast.

‘steve- you’re..’ you look back to a disappointed connor, his eyebrows raised, not prepared to argue with steve over this, ‘maybe another day?’ offering him an apologetic smile, swatting steve’s wandering hand away.

‘ahh.. yeah yeah, sure,’ connor nods, disappointment in his voice as he backs off, trotting down the aisle, leaving you with a cocky steve who’s hand had already found it’s way back to your chest.

you glare up at him, ‘you’re such an asshole,’ you bite, pulling yourself from his grip, justifiably annoyed by his cock-blocking.

‘don’t tell me you actually wanted to go out with him? besides, you are busy tonight,’ he smirks, reaching out to grab onto your waist, closing the space between you in a few short steps.

‘oh yeah? what am i doing tonight then?’ raising your eyebrow as your back presses against the cold metal of the shelf, steve’s hungry eyes leering down at yours.

you weren’t really mad at him. it wasn’t like you didn’t want to go out with connor, it was just that you were sure he wanted something more.. serious. and you weren’t exactly sure how to let him down gently.

‘well me hopefully,’ steve grins, his fingers loosely pulling your cheap, polyester work shirt up. your hand clamps down on top of his, well aware that you were still in work.

you push his chest with your free hand, keeping a stoic expression, ‘is that so? daisy’s at work then?’ his fingers grip onto your shirt, keeping you close.

he rolls his eyes, ‘yeah, she is.. i’ll be outside at five, up to you if you wanna come,’ wiggling his eyebrows, already certain that you weren’t saying no.

you purse your lips together, faux-pondering, ‘ugh, you’re so romantic,’ keeping your hand on top of his as he moves in again, fingers gripping your fleshy hips.

‘if you want romance, i can give you romance.. you just gotta give me a chance baby,’ his head dips, careless about where you were and who could see you.

‘get off of me,’ you scoff, pushing him back once more, managing to wriggle from his hold and backing up the aisle.

‘i’ll see you at five,’ he calls out after you, grinning to himself as he watches your hips move as you walk off.

sure enough he’s in the parking lot when you walk out at five, leaning against his car with a boastful smile as he watches connor walk off to his own car and you walk over to his. he’d won and there wasn’t even a contest.

‘you don’t need to rub it in,’ poking him in the shoulder as you open the passenger door, glaring at him before sliding into the leather seat.

he follows, tongue peaking out over his bottom lip as he gets into the car, ‘i didn’t even say anything,’ holding his hands up in innocence.

‘you didn’t have to,’ shaking your head. granted, connor was a little desperate but that didn’t mean steve had to be a prick about it.

the drive to his place is rather intense, you’d had half a mind to just get him to pull over somewhere on one of the back roads. his fingers creeping from your knee and somehow ending up between your thighs, teasing your clothed cunt as he drove. watching you squirm in the passenger seat with a sickening smirk on his face the entire time.

‘what the fuck?’ he exclaims, free hand hitting the steering wheel as he pulls into his driveway.

your eyes springing open to find daisy’s car parked haphazardly in front of steve’s, ‘i thought you said she wasn’t here?’ jutting your bottom lip out, disappointed and now worked up with no release.

‘she’s not supposed to be,’ he complains, ‘fuuuck,’ hitting the steering wheel again, ‘d’you think she’s seen me? we could go to..’ trailing off as your eyes follow his to see daisy peering out of the door, probably why her boyfriend was taking so long to get inside.

his hand shoots from your thigh, flashing her a feeble smile. you feel like a colossal bitch, clambering out of the car to give her a short wave.

maybe you should have taken connor up on his offer after all.

going out with the entire gang could never go well. especially not when daisy had tagged along, sitting next to steve like a lost puppy dog, not understanding any of the niche inside jokes and thankfully not catching on to the reckless looks steve had been slinging your way.

there’s only one dinghy little club in hawkin’s, so that’s where you went. dancing on the sticky vinyl floor, with a glass of watered down vodka in your hand. nancy and robin dancing alongside, they liked to act like they hadn’t a clue what was going on, but you knew steve had slipped up once or twice and perhaps you hadn’t been as quiet as you’d thought you were that one time you’d all stayed at nancy’s.

it didn’t matter though, neither of them wanted the hassle of getting involved. confident that whatever was happening would resolve itself one way or another.

their eyes gave enough away anyway, watching intently as steve saunters across the dance floor, running his hand along the small of your back as he walked through the crowd to the tiny, shared bathroom cubicle at the other end of the room. there was no need to even look at each other. you knew the drill.

waiting a mere few minutes before following him past the crowds of dancing patrons, promising nance that you’d be back in a few minutes and she could have the rest of your drink if she wanted. you wouldn’t normally be so brash and careless about what you were doing but after a few drinks and the massive cock-block daisy had given you the other day, you could not have cared less.

rapping your knuckles against the splintered wood door twice and waiting for the lock to slide open before slipping inside. steve pouncing on you the second you’re inside, one hand fumbling to lock the door as the other grips onto your waist, back hitting the ceramic basin as his lips press against yours rather hungrily.

there’s hardly enough time to catch your breath before the lock is jammed into place and the previously free hand is sliding up your thigh and under the tight skirt that may have only worn to piss him off.

‘jesus.. steve..’ you manage to get out between kisses, fingers curling into his hair while you struggle to get onto the sink, using the back of his neck to hoist yourself up.

‘i can’t help it.. couldn’t wait,’ he murmurs, digging tiny half-circles into the squishy skin on your hips, angling them towards his, moving down to attack your neck, teeth grazing against your jaw bone.

his lips press against your neck, peppering sloppy kisses to the sensitive skin, breath hot as his hips press against yours. the denim of his jeans pressing against your thighs, hooking your legs around his waist to keep him close.

‘fuuck, i would.. do.. anything for you,’ he breathes between kisses, already losing his composure and he wasn’t even inside of you yet.

your fingernails digging into his tense shoulders, ‘shut up,’ groaning as his erection brushes against your sensitive clit through your panties, the thump of the music outside of the tiny room growing.

his movements are antagonistically slow, you weren’t sure if he was teasing or just trying to make himself last long enough that you wouldn’t laugh at him.

‘i’m serious.. i want you,’ he murmurs, moving back up to level with your face, pupils dilated in a mix of lust and intoxication, jaw slack as pink tongue peaks out to wet his lips.

‘show me,’ pressing your forehead to his, grazing your fingernails down his lean back, tugging at the material in an attempt to hurry him.

sure, steve was always trying to convince you to fall in love with him but it increased tenfold after a drink. if you’d only say the word, he’d storm out of this bathroom and breakup with daisy in front of everyone. but you wouldn’t. and honestly? if she couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on by this point, then maybe she deserved it.

‘i will.. i will,’ he repeats, fumbling with his belt buckle, desperate to keep his eyes on yours while he does so, prolonging the entire process as his drunken fingers struggle to undo the metal.

‘steve?’ daisy’s muffled voice calls from the other side of the door, barely audible over the music, ‘steve?’ knuckles now banging on the door.

you can’t contain the eye roll that follows, keeping him between your legs as the knocking persists. his jaw gritting in determination to get this damn belt undone, despite the fact his girlfriend is very much stood on the other side of the door.

‘i’ll be out in a minute,’ he calls out, your body tensing in response, if he’d just shut his mouth, she would’ve fucked off soon enough.

‘oh, you are in there.. i wanna go home.. i’m tired,’ she complains through the wood. his fingers finally get a grip on the buckle, sliding it undone and hurriedly tugging his jeans and boxers down together, resting on his large thighs.

‘okay..’ sucking the air between his teeth as your legs widen around him, pulling your lacy panties to the side, positioning himself at your already soaked entrance, ‘i-i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?’

his hand clamps over your mouth before pushing himself into your cunt, his own groan strangling in his throat at the feeling of your warmth, disgusting the noise with a half-assed cough. your hand coming to grip onto his wrist, the other holding onto the white basin as he begins to move slowly.

‘well.. no, are you not coming with me? i don’t wanna go alone..’ she grumbles, though you aren’t paying attention to anything else right now, focussing on containing the explicit moans from escaping through his hand.

‘ohhh christ.. no, no.. you go- i’m staying,’ his glossy eyes don’t falter, the hand that had held your hip coming to rest on your thigh, thumb extending out to rub circles around your throbbing clit causing your mouth to open further against his palm.

‘what? what are you doing in there? can i just come in?’ the door handle rattling as daisy grows impatient. you wouldn’t be surprised if she could hear the filthy sound of your cunt around him, balls slapping against the flesh of your ass.

‘no! no fuck no,’ his hand leaving your mouth to hold the wriggling door knob, keeping it firmly shut as his pace begins to falter, the conversation with his fucking girlfriend working in his favour to stop him coming so prematurely.

you’re forced to bury your face into his neck, soft whines vibrating the skin as your own orgasm fast approaches, the familiar feeling in your stomach growing. his thumb relentlessly circling your clit despite the circumstances.

‘steve wha- why can’t i come in?’ daisy persists, steve’s hand grabbing onto the door in pure frustration.

‘just go,’ he sounded desperate, pleading with her to leave before he came and she most definitely would’ve found out what or who he was actually doing in here.

your fingertips press into the cotton t-shirt on his back, mewling into the stubble on his jaw as you’re brought over the edge. head going dizzy as you clench around him, pleasure overcoming every single one of your limbs. if you hadn’t a death grip on the sink, you were sure you would’ve ended up on the floor.

you can hear daisy huff from outside, but the rattling stops and you hope to god that means she’s finally fucked off. feeling brave enough to let out an audible moan into his neck, just about coming back to earth.

‘cum in me,’ you babble, unsure of where the hell that had come from but still instinctively tightening your legs around his back, keeping him pressed against you as he gives you a few pathetic last thrusts, painting your walls with thick ropes of cum.

the sound out of his mouth is ungodly, thick and husky as his knees buckle, his body collapsing into yours, hot and sweaty, just a complete mess while he regains his strength. mouth open against your cheek, panting and gripping your hips.

craning your neck to press your lips to his, pulling his face to meet yours properly. it’s slow and tender even as his cum drips out of you and onto the grubby bathroom floor.

‘holy shit,’ he breathes into your mouth, feeling the smirk forming against your lips. it’s moments like these that have you questioning if did actually love him or not.

just completely enamoured by the way he looks, so pussy drunk and pupils damn near shaped like hearts as they gazed at you. you think you could. you really could.

he’s still panting for breath when you push him off of you, stumbling backwards into the adjacent wall. drunkenly fumbling with his belt as you hop off of the basin, rubbing the tender skin where the tap had dug into your spine.

‘you go first,’ you nod, tapping his arm, ‘i need to.. clean up,’ trying desperately to hide the smile on your face.

he stops for a moment, flashing that lop-sided smile that had you stumbling over your words. ‘okay.. you want a drink?’ running lazy fingers through his skewed hair, it was useless when everyone in the club would know immediately what had gone down.

you nod, shooing him out of the tiny room before you jumped his bones again. ashamedly pulling your skirt back down to a respectable length. you’re both terrible people, you know that.

and yet, you can’t stop yourself. he’s like an addiction that you’d never be able to rid yourself of. regardless of how many people and how many lives you both fucked up in the process.

you’re just about ready to wake steve up yourself. his snoring had been driving you crazy all night and now it was already afternoon and he was still fast asleep next to you. desperate to interrogate him on the things he’d said last night, his intoxicated confession.

he eventually stirs, so you take the opportunity to nudge his arm, pulling him from his sleep fully. groaning as he comes around, expecting daisy to be the one poking and prodding him.

‘uhh.. wait, what the fuck? what’re you doing here?’ voice groggy and deep as his smile peaking out from the pillow, arm extending out to wrap around your waist.

‘well someone had to make sure you didn’t die last night,’ rolling your eyes but still leaning in to his touch, grateful to no longer be sat listening to his horrific snores.

‘that bad?’ he groans, shoving his face back into the pillow.

‘oh yeah,’ stoic in your expression, ‘you got kicked out.. started screaming at the bouncer and then-,’ he grimaces, loudly groaning. large hand hiding his face from your judgemental eyes.

‘and then, you told nancy you were in love with me so uhh.. i think we’ve been rumbled,’ glaring at him from your position on the other side of the bed, not impressed with his antics.

‘well..’ he shrugs, feeling his fingers begin to toy with the shirt you’d borrowed, ‘was gonna happen sooner or later, wasn’t it?’ lifting his head up, gazing at you from squinted eyes.

‘not love though, steve.’

you can feel him tense up, sniffing as he looks away, ‘i was drunk.. it’s not- it doesn’t mean anything,’ a failed attempt at nonchalance.

‘so you don’t?’ looking at him earnestly, his face still half-hidden in the pillow.

you’d had enough time to reflect on his drunken declaration and quite honestly, you weren’t sure exactly how to feel about it. it wasn’t like it wasn’t pretty obvious that he felt that way towards you, but now that it was actually out there, was there any way for you to continue the odd relationship you shared?

‘i.. does it matter? you’re still gonna fuck me anyway so we should just forget i ever said anything,’ his hand disappears up underneath the t-shirt you’d stolen, his hands cold as they find their way higher, a pathetic attempt to distract you.

‘maybe i won’t.. steve- stop,’ becoming increasingly frustrated with him, ‘tell me.’

he sighs, contemplating his options as his wandering hand halts, ‘okay, and if i say i am in love with you, then what? you’re gonna tell me that it’d never happen and i’ll go back to daisy and then in two months this’ll start again.. it’s stupid,’ his eyes finally meet yours again, ‘i told you, it doesn’t change anything.’

you pause for a moment, studying his face through narrowed eyes. it was fairly obvious that he was trying to just brush this off, and no matter what you said, it wouldn’t make an ounce of difference. he was right though. you could end this today and go your separate ways for a little while but you both knew it wouldn’t last long before you were sneaking off at work and inevitably breaking some other poor girl’s heart.

you swallow, feeling his hand slither from under your shirt, watching as he props himself up against the pillow, already certain how this conversation was going to end.

‘were you telling the truth?’

his eyes close and you’re not sure why but his lips twitch into a tiny smile, ‘yeah,’ running a hand through the mop of hair on his head, already messy from sleep, ‘you knew that though, didn’t you? you know i’d fucking-,’ he exhales through his nose, ‘i’d do anything if you just asked me to,’ his shoulders slumping in defeat.

your heart pounds in your chest, the mere thought of leaving this room, leaving steve for god knows how long felt like the worst possible way for this to end. apprehensive to go any further but still terrified to end this in any other way.

‘you know how i feel about this.. i’m not..’ struggling to find the appropriate words, ‘i don’t know how to be in a relationship, you deserve someone that does.’

this is what you do. pushing away anyone that expresses even a semblance of interest in you. it’s a knack at this point.

he exhales, ‘i’m not asking you to marry me for fuck sake, i just wanna give this a shot and who knows? maybe we’ll get married and have six kids or.. or maybe we’ll end up hating each other but fuck- i wanna try,’ his hand reaches over to sit on top of yours, he’s pleading with you almost.

the bile rises in your throat, you can’t go on for much longer denying the way you felt towards him. it’s scary and you’re not sure if you can even formulate the words needed to tell him but maybe you should try. perhaps you would end up in a loveless marriage or maybe you’d crash and burn immediately. but maybe now you’re willing to try.

you sit like that in the silence for what felt like hours and eventually the only thing you can think of saying was, ‘..what about daisy?’

his eyes roll into the back of his head, groaning at the sheer mention of her name, ‘she’s gone, christ i’ll do it right now,’ his hand fumbles for the phone on his night stand, holding it up in front of your face, ‘tell me and i will.’

your mouth opens but no words come out, his clammy hand squeezing yours in one last hopeless attempt to convince you. watching his normally bright eyes falter as you remain silent.

‘do it.. break up with her,’ nodding as sign of encouragement, still wary of the decision you’d made but deciding that whatever might come from this couldn’t be as bad as being the reason another unsuspecting girl got her heart broke.

‘you’re serious?’

‘yeah,’ breathing out for what felt like the first time this morning, ‘i think we should try.’

and lord knows, if it really did all come tumbling down, that you’d get your karma one day and you couldn’t be mad.

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vintagestarlight · 6 months

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Couple's Trip

Summary: you and John take a trip for your anniversary and John has a very special question to ask

Pairing: John Price x gf!reader

Words:~ 2.0k

Warnings: fluff, tiny bit of angst(?), smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it folks :3), MDNI!!

A/N: so this has been sitting in my drafts for months and I finally finished it! Probably the longest fic I’ve written and I’m not sure how I feel about it(I feel like I’m better at writing fluff pieces rather than spicy ones maybe?)but let me know what yall think! I’m working on another Price fic and a Soap fic so stay tuned! :)

A/N: As always likes, reblogs, comments, and feedback of all types are welcome and my inbox is always open! Hope you guys enjoy!!

***beware of typos lol

Your mind wandered as you zipped your suitcase shut. John announced you were taking a trip for your anniversary and refused to tell you where. "You'll find out when we get there love," he said with a laugh after you pestered him to tell you. You walked downstairs and set your suitcase by the front door.

Through no fault of his own John wasn't always around for your anniversary. He always tried his best to to have his leave coincide but it didn't always happen. Usually you just had a nice dinner at home or John would surprise you with flowers; both of which you enjoyed. Needless to say you were shocked but excited when John told you he had a few weeks leave and had something big planned.

"Hey hon, remember to pack your toothbrush this time," you said, doublechecking to make sure you had everything. "You forget it every time," you mused. "I'm not going to forget my toothbrush dove. And I don't forget it every time," Price argued; he checked his suitcase and realized he forgot. He went to the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush to pack it away without telling you.

"Are you ready love?" Price asked. "I want to get going," You noticed your boyfriend seemed to be acting weird. He was very fidgety and it wasn't like him at all.

"You okay?" You asked. "You seem anxious to get going,"

"Yeah I'm fine love I just want to get there before dark," Price replied, taking the luggage outside. He loaded the suitcases into the back of the car and slipped his hand in his pocket. His fingers brushed against the velvet box resting in his pocket. "Well if we want to get there before dark we should get going," you called out and shut the door behind you, locking up the house.

You noticed the scenery started to change from hilly landscapes to dense woods. You started to get excited about what was at the end of your little road trip. The car turned on to a cobblestone stone driveway that led to a beautiful cabin overlooking a private lake surrounded by trees. "Oh John this is beautiful!" You said, looking out the window. "How did you know about this?" You asked. "An old mate of mine offered to let us use it for the week," he smiled watching you try and take it all in.

"This whole place is for us?" You asked, wondering if you could possibly see everything in just a few days. Price squeezed your thigh. "Just us," he said, parking the car. "Here love," Price stated. He fished in his pocket pulling out a set of keys. "Here's the keys to the cabin. Why don't you go take a look around, while I unload the car" he suggested.

You smiled and took the keys from him walking up to the front steps. You unlocked the front door and stepped inside. The living room was decorated in a way you would expect a cabin to be decorated. A large sofa facing a tv mounted on the wall, a large red rug in the middle of the floor, an end table with a lamp beside the couch, a tv stand, large fireplace, and a chandelier made from antlers adorned the living room. There was also a full kitchen to your right when you walked in.

You made your way to the stairs and found the master bedroom. A king size bed was the centerpiece of the room with a wool blanket draped over the end. The curtains were drawn and a soft light emanated from a lamp sitting on a bedside table.

Your footsteps were hushed by the soft carpet as you walked to the bathroom. The master bathroom was beautifully decorated in finished wood and white accents with a big claw foot tub; definitely big enough for both you and John. A window that faced the lake and woods let in a nice breeze and you couldn't help smiling, the fact it was yours for a few days finally setting in.

You came down the stairs just as John set down the last of your luggage. "So? What do you think?" Price asked, smiling as you wrapped your arms around him. "It's perfect John!” you smiled. "It's so beautiful," you planted a kiss on his lips.

Over the next few days the ring Price carried around burned a hole in his pocket. He tried finding the right time to ask you but everytime he tried he got nervous. He was the Captain of the most elite special forces team in the world and he couldn't even ask you to marry him. He sat at the edge of the dock, his fishing pole in his hands. He looked at the water waiting for a fish to bite and thinking about how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. If only I could just ask her. With a frustrated sigh, he got up to stretch his legs still holding the fishing pole.

These few days seemed like a dream to you. Getting to spend this time with John was something you didn't always get to have. You noticed your boyfriend's behavior was somewhat off. He was anxious and fidgety when he's normally the calm and self-assured one in the relationship. You saw him sitting at the dock fishing and you smiled to yourself. His behavior may have changed but him fishing certainly hadn't.

You opened the front door and started walking down the cobblestone path the sweet air warming your skin. You saw little firefly's glowing in the garden flying around. "Have you caught anything yet?" You asked, siting down in a lawn chair with him standing holding his fishing pole. John glanced over and saw you wearing one of his army green t shirts and a pair of sleep shorts; he felt his heart skip a beat and his cock swell embarassingly hard despite the spirited romp in the sheets a mere few hours prior. For some strange reason, it made his thoughts drift back to the little box still tucked away in his pocket; he carried it with him everywhere since they got here. He still couldn’t believe he had trouble asking you a simple four-worded question. It was almost laughable that something so simple had the Captain racked with anxiety. The man who was feared just as much as he was respected in the field. What if you said no? What if you didn’t actually love him and this was the push you needed to leave him? He grimaced as his thoughts got more and more out of control.

“No I think I missed most of them,” he muttered and turned his attention back to the water. You furrowed your eyebrows; something was up with your boyfriend. Not much fazed the 6’2” Brit so to see him so lost in thought worried you. You got to your feet and wrapped your arms around your lover; your hands dipped underneath the shirt he was wearing and felt the dusting of wiry chest hair. You ran your fingers down the strong expanse of his chest and abdomen following the happy trail that disappears into his waistband. “What’s wrong hon?” You asked. “Nothing is wrong I’m fine love,” He grumbled. “You’ve been acting strange for the past few days and that isn’t like you,” You persisted. "I want to know what’s bothering you. You know you can tell me anything right?” You reassured him. John shifted his attention from the still water to you and tried to think of what to say.

“Do you…still love me?” He asked with uncertainty. “Would I have let you put me in those positions if I didn’t?” You teased, referencing the previous bedroom escapades. Seeing his face didn’t change, you realized he was serious. “Of course I do. Why would you think I don’t?” You asked. “Well…sometimes I can’t help but think you’ll wake up one day and come to your senses and leave me for someone who actually deserves you,” He sighed. It felt foreign to him to talk about his feelings but you made him feel safe enough that he could. You always brought out the best of him and it was one of the many reasons he wanted to marry you. “John Price, I am never going to leave you,” You told him, placing your hands on his muttonchops, framing his face. You hated it when he talked so badly about himself. “I love you so much and you deserve everything,” You said, gazing up at him. “Even if I am a grumpy old man?” He asked. “Yes even though you’re a grumpy old man,” you teased. “Hey! Easy now,” He said in mock annoyance. You placed your lips on his, capturing him in a heated kiss. You felt him kiss you back and the tension from his shoulders melted away. He groaned and pressed your bodies together, reaching down to grab a handful of your ass. He chuckled quietly when you whined as he pulled away. “In that case, there’s something I need to ask you,” He slipped his hand into his pocket while dropping down onto one knee. It’s now or never Price. He told himself. Your eyes went wide and filled with tears as you realized what was happening. “Y/N, will you marry me?” He asked, hoping, no silently begging, for you to say yes. “Yes! Yes I’ll marry you John Price,” you cried.

******

“FUCK!” You screamed. The headboard practically hit the wall with each harsh thrust from John. The room was filled with obscene yet erotic sound of panting and skin slapping against skin. “Fuck you’re taking me so well love,” John panted out, taking a glance down to where your cunt practically swallowed his cock. The sight drove him mad and he let out sounds he didn’t know he had in him. Those sounds he was making, the breathy groans and whimpers almost made you come then and there. “Fuck John!” You panted, feeling yourself get closer with every snap of John’s hips that hit perfectly inside you. John could feel you squeezing him like a vice and he knew you were close to coming. He grabbed the head board and pushed your legs to your chest to better plow into you and get as deep as he could into your pulsing cunt. “That’s it love,” He breathed out, his pace unrelenting. “Come for me love, come for me,”. John’s voice sounded strained as he focused on making you come before he did. You keened as you felt yourself go over the edge, coming on John’s cock. You squeezed him so tightly he swore he saw stars and came deep inside you, thick ropes of white staining the inside of your cunt. John rested his forehead against yours, strands of his hair sticking to the sweaty skin. You felt the sheer sheen of perspiration that had covered your own body begin to dry and cool off the longer the two of you stayed in each other’s embrace. "You okay love?” He asked, still out of breath as you both waited for your heart rates to slow. “More than okay,” you smiled lazily. Price gingerly pulled out his softened cock and walked to the bathroom, you admiring his bare ass as he walked away. John used a warm wash cloth to gently clean you up before grabbing a celebratory cigar and lighting it. You watched and admired his naked body as he poured himself a glass of scotch from the decanter sitting on the small table in the room before sliding back into bed with you.

You and John lay slightly tangled in the sheets with your head resting on his chest and his arm around you, relishing in that wonderful, hazy post sex daze. You couldn’t help but stare at the ring on your finger and smile; John was your fiancée and you could hardly believe it. “Careful now or I’ll think you love the ring more than me,” John’s deep baritone voice reverberating in his chest. “Well the ring is pretty great. And all I have is an old man,” you teased, looking up at him knowing he just proved himself to be anything but an old man. Your remark earned you a playful pinch on your ass. You squealed and laughed, swatting his chest playfully.

“Don’t worry Mr. Price I only have eyes for you my love,” You said, planting a kiss on his lips. "I love you,"

“I love you too soon-to-be Mrs. Price,”

#captain price #captain john price #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #john price #captain price x reader #modern warfare x reader #john price x you #john price x y/n #john price fluff #john price smut #captain price smut #john price x female reader #captain price x female reader #john price fanfiction #captain price fanfiction

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viennajoell · 1 year

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Hotel

Note: inspired by the song Hotel by Montell Fish

Warnings: S M U T

“When I met you in that hotel room”

“I could tell that you were so bad news”

You and Quinn have hooked up here and there but that was until you moved away to New York City and he got drafted by the Vancouver Canucks.

You were now seated at the New York islanders game against the Vancouver Canucks.

You weren’t technically dating Mat Barzal but you have messed around a couple times. You were only there because he invited you. You tried to get out of it because you knew Quinn would be there and you would fall right back into his arms.

And that’s exactly what happened.

“But I keep messing with ya, messin’ with ya”

“And now you’re messing with me, messin’ with me”

You now find yourself kissing Quinn in his hotel room right after Mat texted asking for you to come over

“Quinn” you moan into his mouth. He hums and connects your lips again. He pulls away to take off your pants. He throws them to the side along with your panties. He runs his fingers through your folds causing you to whimper. “So wet” he groans. “Please touch me” I whine. He obliged and plunged his two fingers into me. “Does he make you feel this good?” He asks as he continues to finger me. “Huh?” “No” you manage to get out. He adds a third finger making you arch your back off the mattress. “We could end this now” Quinn says. “Wha what?” You ask. “Come back to Vancouver with me” he says. Before you could even respond your high approaches. “Fuck” you yell out. He could tell that you were close. “Cum baby” he says causing you to immediately orgasm.

“So good baby” he says after licking his fingers clean. You pull him back down to sloppily make out with him. “Say you will” he says. “Say that you will come back with me” he says between kisses. “I don’t know fuck” you say as he pushes his knee against your wet core. “Say yes” he says as he pushes harder into your core allowing you to grind on it. “I don’t know” you say again.

“I keep going back to this hotel room”

“I just don’t know what the hell to just tell you”

“We’ll change that” he says getting off of the bed and stripping down until he was completely naked. He grabs his wallet out of his pants pocket to grab a condom.

He hovers over you and lines it up to your entrance. “Ready baby?” He asks. “Yes” I reply. He slowly inserts himself into you causing both of you to groan. He starts off slow allowing you to adjust to his size before speeding up. He grabs onto the headboard for extra support. “Fuck” he groans out while your just a moaning mess. “Say yes” he grunts. “Y-yes” you finally give in. He smiles and thrusts into you even faster. “Quinn!” You yell gripping his biceps. “I’m close” you say. “Go ahead baby” he says before you cum around his cock. He fucks you threw your orgasm while he chases his own which leaves you seeing stars. His thrust become sloppy telling you that he was close. “Fuck I love you” he says as he reaches his high. You ignore it thinking that he’s just cum dumb. He finishes then walks into the bathroom to throw away the condom and to get a wash cloth to clean you up.

“This hotel room”

“You put me in, my love”

“Look, girl, I love you”

He joins you in the bed. He pulls you against him, wrapping his arms around you. “You know I meant it right?” He asks. You freeze and tense up knowing what he’s talking about. “y/n I love you” he says. “I love you too” you say. You can feel him smile against your skin.

“You know me, girl”

“Better than I know myself, my love”

#quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes smut #my writing #Spotify

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v-i-r-i-d-i-a-n · 4 months

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byler prompt: flirting god will and blushing mess mike accidentally switch roles momentarily but once mike realizes what he said and will seizes the opportunity to reciprocate, the roles go right back to normal, except it was just enough to get them to realize their feelings weren't as one sided as they thought.

TY SO MYCH FOR THE ASK WHOEVER YOU ARE

THIS IS SUPER SUPER ROUGH BECAUSE I HAVE NOT WRITTEN IN AGES AND WAS LITERALLY WORD VOMITING SO THIS IS TECHNICALLY A DRAFT SO IM SORRY IF IT DOESNT LIVE UP TO UR EXPECTATIONS

William Byers never used to be this…forward, maybe it was living in Cali, maybe it was because Jane and Mike had broken up, maybe it was Vecna finally being dead, the upside down no longer plaguing him with every movement he’d take, and with everything being over and done with, that creepy crawling feeling was gone and he could breath normally, and with that he finally got the confidence to actually speak like a normal person to his best friend.

Well, maybe more than just a “normal person” but hey, seeing Mike get a bit flustered at his senseless flirting was always a plus, even if it didn’t mean anything in the end.

He’d always known how to get people riled up, in California he’d use the tactic to throw people off when they’d be rude to him or Jane. Throw a comment out there to make them stop in their tracks, blubbering like a fish out of water. It was amusing when it was them. But god with Mike it was different, cus he actually meant the words coming out of his mouth, and loved the flush that would spread over his best friends cheeks as he stared at Will with those wide eyes, looking vaguely like he’d had his first thought in a week, like he’d suddenly gained consciousness. His jaw would drop slightly his lips pursing in that way that made Will want so desperately to kiss him.

…..

He was awful.

He shouldn’t be using Mike like that, but he couldn’t stop himself, flirting with him was fun and easy and everything love should be. So he smiled and quipped and made little gestures and said his full name in that way that. It had gotten to the point he’d take almost every opportunity he could.

Hawkins was awful in the summer, any long fabrics or hair sticking to your skin uncomfortably, too cold in winter and too hot in summer. Too wet in Spring, too dry in Fall.

Ah the Midwest.

He was pulling at his pants as the party sat around him at their lunch table, chatting away about something or another. Mike sat at his side, way closer than he had too, almost the entire bench free to his right, but it’d been like that recently, and. Will definitely wasn’t complaining, he usually liked the contact, Mikes legs and side pressed against his in a way that made his cheeks flare.

“Jane, remind mom we gotta go summer clothes shopping.” He groaned dramatically, pushing Mike’s side. “Mike I know we both love you being in my personal space but please.” He whined, pouting at the boy.

“H-huh?” Mike’s eyes widened, his lips parting, “o-oh yeah of course yeah sorry-“ he stuttered over his words, shimmying away from Will, just enough so that they were no longer touching.

Max snickered in that knowing way of hers, despite her impaired vision, she seemed to read them like an open book. See right through them and the game they were playing. She looked…? between them for a moment. Will suddenly had a very bad feeling.

“Do any of you guys remember those short shorts Will would wear in middle school?” She said, fitting her chin onto her palm. “You should get some of those again,” she suggested.

“The ones from the mall?” Will pulled a face, his lips pursing in not exactly disgust but something close enough. Moving his gaze to Max as she nodded, a knowing look in her eyes.

Traitor.

Lucas made a wolf-whistle sound, “yeah man you looked good in those! I remember girls used to be practically tripping over themselves when you walked by,” he teased. Dustin snickered along with them.

All of them. Traitors.

“It was not like that.” Will huffed, glaring at Max despite the fact she couldn’t see it, she smiled at him widely, mischievous and playful.

Sometimes Will wondered if she was faking being blind.

Mike made a little sound, tilting his head to the side as he shrugged, absentmindedly moving his food around on his plate. “I meannn, a lot of people did stare at you,” he said, almost teasing as he smiled to his friend, “you looked good in them.” He added.

Will’s attention was almost immediately on him, as it so often was, leaning his head to the side, returning the teasing nature, “Micheal Wheeler,” he said playfully, teasing and light with his words. He loved the way Mikes lips twitched up at the use of his name. One of the easiest ways to flirt with Mike Wheeler. “Did you just so happen to be one of the people staring at lil ole me?” He asked innocently, fluttering his eyelashes at him, simply searching for a reaction.

Instead of stuttering or blushing like Will had expected, Mike merely looked up, as if recalling the events of that summer. He straightened his posture so that their height difference was more notable. Forcing Will to look up if he wanted to look at his face, which he did, of course.

“Would it be so bad if I was?” He asked, looking back down at Will with a deceivingly neutral expression, his voice sounding light and contemplative in a way. “I did say you looked good in them, didn’t I? It’s obvious people would stare.”

For once, it was Wills turn to blink rapidly, a blush spreading over his cheeks his lips openinghe breathed in the sentiment. Unsure what to make of it, was Mike calling him attractive? It felt like it. Warmth pooled in his stomach and spread throughout his body, all the way down his arms to his fingers and toes.

All he could do for a few long moments was stare, but with the way Mike was looking at him, expectantly, as if waiting for an answer to a question Will had to take a moment to recall. Mike eyes flitted down to the bottom half of his face, letting out a little huffy breath through his lips, impatience.

Right, right, Will needed to respond. “I guess I wouldn’t mind.” He finally said, so quiet he’d be surprised if Mike even heard it. His voice felt fleeting in his throat, like he was scared he’d break whatever bubble was around them if he was too loud, too obnoxious.

Mikes soft contemplative look quickly turned to fluster once more, as if his words and the implication of them finally caught up to him. And they both seemed to notice they’d been staring at each other for too long for it to be considered normal.

Mike quickly looked away from him, his Adam’s apple bobbing as the boy gulped, his cheeks still flushed. Will watched him for a moment, the implication of Mike finding his attractive in short shorts kept turning in his head. He looked away then too, trying to focus back in on the conversation their friends had continued without them.

Max huffed loudly at something Lucas said. “We all know Will doesn’t give any of the girls who are into him the time of day.” She said. “He’s too focused on…other things.” Her non-existent stare looked between him and Mike, before shrugging, “like his grades, and college.”

Will was gonna murder her.

#stranger things #will byers #byler #mike wheeler #byler fanfic #THIS IS REALLY ROUGH BUT ITS TECHNICALLY A DRAFT #HAVE FUN IG PLEASE SEND ME MORE ASKS IF Y’ALL WANT MORE STUFF #max mayfield #ultimate byler shipper #she’s the true leader of the byler nation

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anotherrosesthatfell · 3 months

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Is there any story about how Cross received the veil from Killer?

Oh yes, it's a draft but thank God you remind me of it so I finished it already- also I change Cross and Killer age gap- to make it more logical duh- 💀 I didn't count properly back then-

It have been a few days since Cross made a deal with Nightmare. He had to admit that Nightmare is a bit dumb and desperate. At least for Cross he get to walk around the castle freely.

Also he really want to meet with the Queen again. He was so in love with her beauty but unfortunately Nightmare didn't let him to talk with Killer.

"I wonder where is she...." he look around looking for a servant that could help him.

Unfortunately none of the servants want to help him and they seems to avoid talking about Killer.

Well seems like Cross have to use his skill to find- he's too dedicated-

Later he stumbled across a garden. Seems like it was hidden because he only find it because he fell off from the pond which lead him to the garden. Oddly enough his clothes is still dry.

The garden seems to be tend carefully by someone. The flowers, the fishes and kids.

"Wait children? What are they doing here-." Cross muttered to himself.

The two children are sleeping and they resemble Nightmare. Cross guessed it's Nightmare kids since he did told him he was married.

Cross decided to wake the two children so he can ask them why are they here alone.

Before he can do that, a red knife suddenly threatened his neck. Cross recognized the glove, it's Killer.

"Ah! Lady, it's me! Remember?" Cross smiles as he slowly took away the knife from Killer.

"... Oh. You the weird man who proposed to me with that flower ring." Said Killer.

"yes that's is me!" Said Cross. "Are you the one who tend this garden? It's beautiful just like you."

"be quiet, my children is sleeping." Killer took away her knife from Cross then pushed him to the side.

"Wait children-?! Oh damn are you the Queen?" realization hits Cross harder than his almost execution. "You look young to be a mother though, how old are you? I'm 23 by the way."

"Queen.... Yeah sure." Killer sighed and looked dead in the eyes. "I'm 20."

"20..? But your children..." Cross finally realized what's going on. "Oh...- sorry, I heard the king is a very evil man. I should expect something like this... ...-"

"... It's okay, it's not your fault." Said Killer. "How did you get in here? This place is.. Well a prison for me."

"A prison? So you mean you can't get out at all?" He asked.

"Yeah...- I tried and my children ended up getting hurt by him." she replied then start to picking up both Crescent and Angst from the ground. "You should go back, he will come back anytime soon. I don't want people to get hurt because of me again..."

She then enter the small cottage that's is in the garden. It's where she sleep since she hates being in the same room with Nightmare.

Cross had a deep thought for while. He went back to castle, thinking what he can do for Killer.

"hmm... I think this should work." Cross got a wonderful idea now.

The next day....

As usual Killer is tending the garden while Crescent and Angst playing with the fishes.

It was a peaceful morning until Cross came again-

"Hello my lady and princes! I have a great news!" Said Cross happily. "Buckle up because we're going out!"

Killer was startled while the children immediately hide behind Killer.

"What...?" She doesn't understand what Cross meant by that.

"Well I talked with the king. He agreed to let you out once a while so let's go! I'll bring you out for lunch." Cross explained everything to Killer.

"Ah... Mom are we really going out? Can I finally see the sun?" Asked Crescent.

"Of course kiddo! If you want to see the sun you have to go to the light kingdom though but we can go there right now if you want."

"Uwah! Mom let's go there!" Angst tugged on Killer sleeve. "Please I want to read more books too!"

"...- okay fine. Before that we have to wear disguise. I don't want to get weird stares." Said Killer.

"If people stares at you, they probably think you're beautiful you know?" Cross suddenly complimented Killer out of nowhere which got her flustered.

"Ah... Huh...?" a second later she frown. "Real funny- haha, I'll go get some scarfs."

Killer went inside the tiny cottage to get some scarfs-

"Mister, you shouldn't call my mommy pretty. She don't like being called that." Said Angst.

"really? She seems a bit happy when I called her that though. You also should call your mother beautiful, so she can know how much you loves her." Said Cross.

"I don't see the point of loving—"

Crescent quickly cut Angst off and smile nervously. "of course mister! We will always say that to mom."

A few moments later, they arrived at the sun kingdom. Crescent and Angst are wearing adorable onesie bear. Meanwhile Killer is wearing a hijab and Cross wearing a veil...

"Seriously is this necessary?" Asked Cross.

"No but it's funny to see you in that veil." Killer slightly chuckles. "Don't take it seriously, you look decent."

"Really? thanks!" Cross was happy to hear a compliment from Killer. "Oh I pickpockets some people money while you were talking. Let's use it."

"How did you..- never mind..." She chuckles. "Let's go."

It was a very happy time for them. Killer was happy to see her children get to express their childhood.

Hours passed by, Crescent and Angst fell asleep on Killer's lap.

"Here I got free cotton candy for you." Said Cross as he sat next to Killer. "Don't worry I didn't steal it, I seduce the seller instead."

"you're really bad haha-" Killer smiles as she took the cotton candy from Cross hand. "You know this is my first time having this. I was isolated and didn't get to experience my childhood..." Said Killer.

"Oh... Then from now on I'll try to be more free so I can bring you out." Cross immediately replied to Killer. "I also didn't get to experience my childhood since I was living in a slum...-"

"heh... I guess we do have something in common." Killer smiles faintly.

It was a very comforting atmosphere. Cross get to know Killer while Killer got a new friend.

"I really like the veil you gave me. It's actually more comfortable than I thought." Said Cross.

"I'm glad. It belonged to someone I care about. Not gonna lie, it suits you more than them." Said Killer. "you... You can keep it. I trust you to take care of it."

"Really? I mean I don't want to take something precious from you." Cross was about to take off the veil but Cross stopped him.

"It's alright, you're now precious to me..."

"oh...!" Cross quickly nodded, he was blushing but thank God the veil hide the redness on his cheeks. "My real name is Hermes-" Cross suddenly blurted out his real out of nowhere- damn simp-

"... Oh, my real name is Amaris." she suddenly laugh at Cross behavior. "You can call me by my name when we're alone. I don't trust anyone expect you now."

"Oh my God lady please marry me-"

"what?"

"I mean I want to marry a bird!" Cross mentally slapped himself

Wow he really make himself an embarrassment-

#evil lux au #[e.l.a] ask #cross sans #killer sans #crescent sans #angst sans #canon storyline #undertale au #in old lore they kinda was a thing 💀#until Hope snatched Killer from Cross-#I used to ship Cross and Killer so- okay still is but in e.l.a they could never be a thing because traumasss

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lakesbian · 11 months

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ok listen. this is crucial. this is what ward aisha is to me in my mind palace.

aisha for the largest part of worm is Thirteen. alec is 15. they're both incredibly dysfunctional traumatized kids who like each other a whole lot living thru some crazy shit. and the one time aisha really has fun is when she gets to play at being on top of the world with alec, living out the rich-with-no-dumb-adults-but-brian-telling-us-what-to-do teenage dream w her best friend. she's Thirteen. her sole vision for the future is that the undersiders will keep winning and she and her Cool Hot Funny Best Friend Who Is The Only Person Who's Ever Gotten Her are going to be cool and tough and richer than god and paint each others nails in their cool shared supervillain base while the world fears, but more importantly, knows the names of Imp and Regent. her big brother has had unimaginably awful things happen to him and she can't fix it even an ounce, she's fucked up and has spent her life feeling invisible and she knows it, her best friend is fucked up too and she knows it, but she still gets to have this: the success as a villain, her legacy, the legacy as someone memorable with her best friend and her team that's so nearly within her grasp. despite it all, she's just a kid, and when she's texting alec a news article about herself or idly dreaming about installing a pool in her base, she barely even remembers the blood it's taken to get there. for a moment of her life she thinks this will never end and she'll finally get to be Seen, seen by her best friend, seen for everything great they're going to do together.

and then--she's 13--she watches her best friend kill himself in front of her, for her, and she's never going to get to tell him another secret, or make another dick joke with him, or be imp and regent on top of the world together. and her brother is even more unreachable than ever and one of the people she respects most in the whole world is gone and she's alone again, unseen, dealing w/ all this blood and no more prize at the end of the rope.

when we see her at the end of worm, she's fixated on the idea of establishing a Cool Villainous Legacy as the Badass Supervillain Imp, impressive enough to become what she and regent could've been together, but, like.

all she's actually doing is taking care of a bunch of traumatized children and going around stopping people from being terrible to each other. she wishes she were a villain. she's a charmingly edgy vigilante at worst. she spends 30 minutes straight making fish puns, stopping said traumatized children from getting into trouble, and preventing a dude from torturing ppl and hoarding resources. and then she pats herself on the back for another Successfully Villainous Act. and also while she's doing all this she's intentionally memorializing and safekeeping the legacies of taylor & alec (not brian because wildbow is a clown idiot buffon fuck but in my mind palace she's doing it for brian as well). all ppl she loved and lost, and she's desperately trying to prevent them from fading into the same obscurity as her.

so like. To Me. To Me. the reason she's still talking to herself about building her own legacy, about her own legacy being that as a Cool Villain--is because she's not ready to face that that dream from her childhood has long been dead in the water, that she's now a lonely person whose life is about tromping around in snow-proof cargo pants and making enough breakfast for all these fuckin' kids and yelling at people to be decent to each other. everyone who would've seen her has been left long behind in one tragedy or another, and on some level, she's not fully accepting that this is her life now: being the one who's left. the one whose legacy is just to carry the legacies of her friends who died too young around in her heart.

so To Me. ward aisha is abt like. i will have to rotate this in my mind further to determine more, this is the first draft of Thoughts, but to me ward aisha should 100% be about her coming to terms with the fact that she's grown up and having 2 memorialize the her that her 13yo self wanted to grow into as much as she has 2 memorialize her other lost loved ones. like scene queen kid aisha growing into an adult during a post-apocalypse where there are no longer hot topics to rob blind but she can still have silly fun hair dye for the her 7 years ago that really loved neon purple. not to fucking mention the thing where her brother comes back and they both have 2 reckon w how much she's grown and the fact that she was aspiring to be like a mini-him but if he was genuinely in touch with the emotions of the kids he's taking care of.

like what if you were an older brother and you died and then you came back and your immature little sister was almost as old as you now and bigger and taller and good at taking care of people Emotionally in the way that you never could 4 her. what then. wouldn't that be fucked up or what. aisha and brian my best friend aisha and brian

#worm spoilers #scarf don't look #making myself feel better about ward by imagining good ward

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chiffiorra · 1 year

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╰┈➤ Don't Forget to Catch the Train

⌦ Chapter 1: It Started with One Trip and a Stowaway

➜ Synopsis: When you boarded the train to reach the university you were going to attend, this was the very last thing you expected. You and the others now have one thought on your mind: survive.

➜ Pairings: Various tokyorev x fem!reader

➜ This Fic Contains the Following: reader is a foreigner, everyone is 18+, zombie apocalypse AU, infections, very slow start at the beginning lol get ready, class discrimination, shit hits the fan soon, Chifuyu is a good fella, an all-around bad time for homesick reader and the others, author does not know train anatomy rip, lots of jump cuts if you wanna call them that, no beta (well... sorta) we die like men over here

➜ WC: 2,693

➜ Note: it's funny how i refuse to write for kisaki and yet here he is lmao he's probably ooc sorry. anywaysss i've been so excited to share this for a long time now and it's finally happening aaaaa- this whole au is based off of the movie "train to busan, if you haven't seen it, please do. i highly recommend it~. if this baby goes well, i might write a chapter two huehuehue. also shoutout to fish (@/the-fishing-basket) and summer (@/sleepysnk) for reading the draft over for me as i worked along!

"Are you sure you have everything?"

"Yes."

"Toothbrushes?"

"Yep."

"Passport?"

"Check."

"Underwear-"

"Mom!" You gaped at her, unable to believe that she would have the audacity to say that out loud.

"Kidding, kidding!" Your mother laughed, patting you on the back. "I'm just making sure that you're all packed!"

"We know how forgetful you can be, kiddo," your father added, playfully nudging you.

You rolled your eyes in response but you couldn't help but smile anyway, "I promise that I have everything and even double checked, no way I was leaving without everything I needed."

This was no simple ordinary trip you were taking; you weren't just traveling and sightseeing and learning about all the wonders, no. You were going to study abroad in Japan as part of a foreign exchange program to a university you were attending. Ten years ago, you never imagined that you would ever be so far away from your loved ones as you would be following your dreams to gain the career you so desired albeit abroad.

"Remember that we love you a lot, and we'll be waiting for you to keep in contact whenever you're available, okay?" Your mother said, her eyes beginning to shine with tears.

"And no matter what happens, you can always come home. We'll be waiting with open arms," your father added, bringing the both of you into a group hug. It definitely took some time to convince yourself to end the hug before you missed your flight.

As you bid goodbye to your parents, you headed inside of the airport, ready to take on the next chapter of your life.

Right now, it had to be about 6 A.M. in the morning and here you were at Shibuya Station, still half asleep for the long trip you were going to make to the university. Which meant that sadly, you had to get up extra early for the ride. But at least it meant that the sooner you got settled in, the better right? Plus, you could at least afford to doze off in your seat for a bit. Who knows? Maybe the seats were decently comfortable compared to the hotel you were staying at.

As you rubbed your eyes to keep from falling asleep while standing, you decided to pass the time by looking around at the people boarding the train with you.

There were surely a variety of people that were going along for a ride, and the majority of them looked to be around your age too, maybe a year or two younger. As you looked around some more, you hear a “Hey!” coming up from the floor above you, followed by some yelling. As you and a few others nearby turned your heads towards the noise, you saw a crowd of people in front of the top of the stairs surrounding something. You couldn’t see what was going on thanks to the crowd blocking your view, but it looked like a fight was breaking out? Maybe a thief messed with the wrong person and the people were bystanders? You didn’t know.

Looking back, maybe that should’ve been the first sign of trouble.

Enough people watching for now, you were still tired and the train finally opened the doors to let everyone in. You only looked around the area for a minute and that was enough to make you want to fall asleep. Not only that, you really wanted to sit down. You got inside as the announcement for the train departing soon rang out.

Now here you were, finally taking a seat on the train. As you sank down in your seat, you sighed. Never in your life did you expect to be so many miles away from home, and the homesickness was starting to sink in. Sure it wasn't the first time this happened, but today it was stronger than ever.

Maybe it's because you would be even further than home, it was your first time attending your new university after all. After graduating high school, you were lucky to be accepted into a foreign exchange program and placed with good host parents. But now here you are boarding the train to reach your university and settle into your dorm, at least a half hour away from even said host parents. Everything was really starting to sink in; the culture shock, the homesickness, everything.

As you sank down in your seat, you couldn't help but hear some commotion going on from the seats across from you.

"Wh-? Hina! Why are you sitting next to me of all people?!" A boy with bright yellow hair exclaimed. He wore a blue and white baseball uniform and blue cap. His hair was the brightest yellow you’ve ever seen in your life! Looks like it was badly dyed too, the poor guy.

He and his team were standing nearby as you were people-watching earlier. This team looked to be from a high school or college and they seemed to be traveling for a faraway game and the girl in question, "Hina", was accompanying them as their only cheerleader. Said girl was indeed sitting next to the flustered boy, smiling at him as he was turning red.

"Come on Takemichi, nothing wrong with me sitting next to you, right?” She said, much to the flustering of the boy. Even his ears seemed to redden.

“But, listen-” he began to stammer, trying to explain himself to no avail.

“No you listen mister, if I tell you I like you, all you have to do is say 'thank you'. It’s your fate," She added, smugly.

The rest of the team began to laugh and jeer at the couple with a “Yeah, that’s fate!”, mainly at the boy you now knew as “Takemichi”, and they soon began to chant "Accept her! Accept her!" Poor Takemichi hid his face under his cap as he sunk into his seat, embarrassed. All the while, Hina looked down at him with a teasing smile. Even the coach of the team smiled at the sight.

The sight made you giggle before you began to face forward, leaning back into your seat as you began to rest. As you began to relax, the train began to move, ready to be on its way.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the station worker that was giving the “all clear” signal get tackled by somebody. Surprised, you turned to face the window and sat up in your seat to get a better look, but it was too late. The train was already moving way too fast for you to see what exactly happened.

You shrugged as you sat back down and got comfortable again, thinking that the random person would soon get apprehended and that poor station worker would soon be alright after all of that mess. Little did you know, it was just the beginning…

A few minutes began to pass by and you decided to get up to use the restroom. As you stood up, you then witnessed a conversation. There was a man who dressed formally and wore glasses, his gray eyes seemed to stand out even from far away. He was talking to one of the train attendants about a concern.

“Excuse me, good morning. It appears that some odd man has gone onboard the train somehow and is hiding in the washroom. He’s been there for a while too,” he said. Seeing as you were on your way to said washroom, you followed the two men to where this odd person supposedly resided.

You reached the door and the attendant knocked on the door with a “Sir? Is everything alright?” Eventually, he had no choice but to open the door and the three of you were met with a man curled up in a ball, trembling. He had long black hair with parts of it dyed yellow, a single bell earring, and dirty clothes. What stood out the most from him was his eyes, which were sand brown and wide open with fear.

“They’re dead… everyone’s all dead…” he muttered, slowly turning his head to face the three of you.

“Excuse me? Where is your ticket, sir? If you don’t have it, we will have no choice but to escort you off at the next station,” the attendant said.

“All dead… everyone’s dead!” He wheezed out, laughing. His earring jingled along as he continued to laugh. This disturbed you, just what happened to this man?

As the attendant still tried to reason with the strange man, you felt the other man pat you on your shoulder. As you turned to look at him, he smiled at you. “Don’t worry about him, trash always gets disposed of.” He said to you.

You could only look back at him in disbelief, “You really shouldn’t talk about other people like that, sometimes life happens and it screws you over.” You replied.

He only laughed at you before walking away back to his seat, “Don’t be naive for too long darling, come back to reality whenever you feel like it.”

You made a sneer before deciding to look for another washroom.

Walking through the aisle and into the next passenger car over, you were surprised to see how decently full the train was already as you continued making your way. Two stood out to you as you walked by: there were a pair of boys who appeared to be brothers sitting on your left. One seemed to tease the other about something while the other only rolled his eyes in response and pushed his glasses up his nose.

All the while, another train attendant was trying to report a serious situation in car 11 concerning an injured woman along with other passengers in the other cabins watching news of the “riots”...

You finally made your way only to be greeted by a tall intimidating man staring at you. He had long blond hair in a braid with the sides and back of his head shaved off, revealing a dragon tattoo. Sensing your need, he shook his head. “Gonna be a while, sorry. Both rooms are taken. Right, honey?” He said that last part in a teasing tone as he leaned towards one door. Hearing a bang on the door from the inside in response, he laughed before looking back at you. “Ah, she loves me.”

Laughing along with him, you then walked away to find another available restroom. Until you almost ran into the same attendant you met earlier. Confused as you watched him run towards the direction you came from, you wondered what happened.

‘Must be urgent,’ you thought, before shrugging it off.

While you were gone, all hell was breaking loose in another part of the train.

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Takemichi, Hina, and the rest of the baseball team watched in surprise as they watched an attendant walk through the aisle with a woman on her back. They were confused as to why the attendant was struggling in pain and why the woman seemed to be biting at her neck before both women fell to the ground together. Confusion soon later turned to horror as the woman and now zombified attendant began to arise and attack the other passengers.

“Holy shit!” Takemichi yelled out as he and the others watched their coach get attacked before the man could react and have his neck bitten into. He quickly got up to try and help him as Hina could only watch on.

As another train attendant ran towards the commotion to see what was going on, he too was horrified to see passengers violently biting one another as a few others managed to escape and run past him or stay to defend the vulnerable (i.e Takemichi using his baseball bat to protect Hina from a newly zombified man that almost attacked her). The man soon got over his shock as he witnessed a coworker stare up at him with soulless eyes after biting into another one of their own, now fully changed into one of them.

He got up and ran back towards the other car where a few confused people were peering over to see what was going on, “Go! Everyone run! Hurry!”

Frightened, almost everyone did what he said, immediately heading towards another car, far away from where the mess was happening. There were a few that needed some urging to move forward.

“Conductor! There’s a situation!” The attendant frantically yelled into the walkie talkie he and his coworkers always carried. “I don’t know what happened but- violence broke out in one of the cabins!”

—

Oblivious to it all, you stepped out of the restroom, finally feeling refreshed. Oddly enough, you opened the door right as another man was ready to walk by you.

“Oh! Pardon me! I didn’t see you there!” You apologized, to which the man waved it off, smiling. This man had a choppy undercut with the top half in a blonde color, green eyes, and a single earring in his left ear.

“S’all good. Say, do you know what’s going on in that next room over? There were people running over to where I’m sitting, panicking about something.” He asked.

You shrugged, “I know nothing honestly.”

He nodded in understanding before looking over at you some more, “Don’t mean to sound blunt, but you’re not from around here, are you?” He asked

You smiled slightly, shaking your head, “Nope, I’m studying abroad here as part of an exchange program,” you answered.

“Cool! Why don’t we get acquainted since we’re talking? You look like you need a friend. My name is Chifuyu,” he introduced himself, bowing. You did the same too, telling him your name.

Just after you made your introductions, a man ran past you two yelling “Run!”, nearly knocking you down. Not even three seconds later three more civilians ran past you two yelling in panic.

Confused, you and Chifuyu looked at each other before looking at the sliding glass door that led to the other cabin you passed by on your way earlier. Unfortunately, thanks to the other passengers standing up from their seats, they were blocking your view. They were probably curious as well.

Chifuyu let out a hum before he spoke, “I’ll go check it out, wait here, okay?” He said, giving you a reassuring smile before sliding open the door. Little did he know, he was going to be greeted with a nasty surprise.

Right after he opened the door, more people were running past him. He even almost got knocked over himself from some yelling to “Get away! Now!”

He looked on in awe as a random man, who was attempting to run by with the others, was holding onto his neck. That man soon collapsed on an empty seat and began to violently convulse.

“Get up and hurry! Head for the back!” Snapping out of his stupor, he witnessed an attendant, the same one he (and you) saw earlier, run by to round up the last passengers frozen in place or somehow still asleep to get them to run away. But he was sadly too late. Chifuyu began to slowly back away in fear as he witnessed the man’s coworker run up and bite him and saw other people, now appearing to be zombies, attack the remaining passengers who failed to flee in time.

“What’s going on?”

Chifuyu quickly looked back to see you still standing behind him, confused. Facing forward to see the now changed attendant who was ready to charge at him, he quickly turned back around and sprinted towards you, grabbing you by your wrist.

“Run now! We gotta move!” He yelled out, forcing you to run as well.

The situation still not sinking in yet, you turned your head back to see many people covered in blood snarling as they chased after you two.

Your eyes widened, dread filling your body as you turned your head back to try and match Chifuyu’s rapid pace.

Never in your wildest dreams did you think you would experience this in your life. And to think that you thought that such a scenario could only happen in movies.

#candy uploads 🍭#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #various tokyo rev x reader #various x reader

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imminentinertia · 9 months

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In which I keep a promise to a bunch of people who read a fic five years ago and try to explain why I'm doing that now

In 2018, @vesperthine and I collaborated on run down till the rain delights you and when some people asked for more, we promised a sequel. That didn't happen.

Until now.

Now it's snaking its way to AO3 like an aging Toyota on cold Tromsø roads (I'm really sorry for this silliness but one of the inspo photos we used did this to me).

There's a bit of a backstory:

First of all, you have @nofeartina to blame for run down in the first place and @peacestew to blame for me sliding into the SKAM fandom in 2023 going "hiiii I haven't been in this fandom for years but here's a fic".

In 2018, Tina wanted fisherman!Isak in a knit woolen jumper* and somehow roped V into writing it, and then V somehow roped me into a collab (I'm still entirely unsure how I ended up saying yes), we brainstormed and looked for inspo and wrote some scenes** to see how it went. Fisherman!Isak turned into marine!biologist!Isak with an old fishing boat and a cabin, Even pretended to be suave, the Tromsø area piped up about wanting to be more of a character than a location and there we were:

Gif by @peacestew

It was so much fun writing with V, and we got along so well, so we wrote a short sequel quite soon after. It just needed a few final tweaks.

Then life happened.

Long story short, I haven't heard from Vesperthine since summer 2019. I hope she's happy and well, and I hope she's writing original fiction because she's seriously gifted, and I miss her because she's a very sweet and smart and lovely person. I was left with a nearly finished draft and a hope she'd turn up again. Since then I've turned down requests to translate and podfic run down, and disappointed a few people asking about the promised sequel, because it didn't feel at all right to make those decisions without V's input.

But it's been five years (!!!), I doubt I'll ever hear from her again, that draft is sitting there on my drive, and... so earlier this year I started thinking about just going ahead and posting it. I went through all our notes and figured out what remained to be done (not much, we even had the title ready), and decided to do those tweaks at some point.

Then Peace slid into my notes a while ago (it had been a few years since we were in touch, I love it when old mates show up), we chatted quite a bit and somehow mentioned run down, and I'm entirely unsure how this snowball started rolling but now we're doing an art + fic collab with that sequel. She's been terribly enabling, and dangling pretty gifs in front of me, how could I resist? She even made a gorgeous title gif for run down. V would have been just as happy with this, I'm sure.

Considering that the sequel was just about finished, and V and I never had any actual disagreements while writing (one tiny scuffle about adjectives, we compromised), I think she'd be okay having her name put on the sequel. And I am okay with making that decision, since it's been so long. I've done the final editing, Peace has added her lovely gifs and now I'm just going to work up the courage to post it.

As stupid as I feel giving directions for fic reading I recommend you read (or re-read, bless everyone who has read it) run down till the rain delights you first, I'm not sure the sequel will make much sense otherwise.

the roll of the harbour wake is coming soon to a fic archive near you. Peace and I hope you will enjoy it.

Gif by @peacestew

*the fic was almost immediately nicknamed The sweater fetish fic. Drooling over the guys in knit woolen jumpers kept happening for ages.

**the first scene we wrote didn't actually make it to run down, but we put it in harbour wake, and it goes to show that sometimes a fic takes a very different direction from where you start it.

#skam #evak fic #skam fic #run down till the rain delights you #the roll of the harbour wake #peacestew #vesperthine #sea dreams

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ineffably-human · 9 months

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[cracks knuckles]

Okay, the bones of a decent episode were there inside Hybrid Creatures. They were. I saw them and I believe in them. Let's fix this shit.

(Hearts to @abc-mulan @yougoadedme @drowningparty @de-ciphered and anyone else I forgot who helped make this even better when I was rambling about it.)

First off: Nadja!

Nadja is not teaching the class, because she disappeared from the teaching plot into a completely different plot and that's a first draft problem. She should just meet Helen and start from there.

Here's a problem with Nadja this whole season: does this hex even exist? It's the motivation for everything she does, but we've never seen it do anything to impact her. Everything she cited as evidence of the hex were things she brought on herself last year, and nothing bad has happened to her specifically this year. I'd think it was something she made up/the Guide encouraged, but the Guide had infinitely regenerating props when they found that portrait, and she doesn't know anything about Antipaxos, so it'd be a lot for her to fake. The show should have made clear from episode 1 this season: either the hex is fake and being set up by the Guide/the doll/whoever else to teach Nadja a lesson, OR the hex is real and is visibly impacting Nadja the whole time.

So: Nadja meets Helen in Little Antipaxos. No one wants to talk about her and Nadja assumes it's because she's a super-powerful witch. Whatever stupid errands Helen has her do are a lot more fake-mystical and actually raise the question of whether she has powers.

Also, the Guide is actually there at some point! And either the Nadja-Helen parallels are clear from Nadja ignoring the Guide/taking her for granted, or the Guide is basically trying to tell Nadja that this lady is conning her because there is no curse, the Guide/the doll/whoever made the curse up, but Nadja isn't listening to her.

Helen is as difficult and demanding as Nadja can be on her worst days, and Helen also has a lot of Nadja's insecurities about being an outsider and not taken seriously. Let the twist be that Helen was previously banned/shunned at the diner, as the black sheep of that family or group of friends. Nadja ultimately gets Helen back into the diner and into everyone's good graces. Basically Nadja restores Helen in a way that actually matters and it's a much clearer parallel, from much earlier on, that she sees a lot of Helen in herself.

This will tie thematically into: Guillermo!

Guillermo's shitty little children are horrifying! I love-hate them! What the fuck is the point of them? Most people wanted them to die because they feel like gags, and if they talk then they should feel at least a little bit like characters, they come from Guillermo.

They should each represent a different piece of him. His loyalty, his determination, how he's a secret freak, it doesn't even all have to be appealing or a perfect Guillermo match - just let me see their personalities. Let Guillermo move from horror to getting attached to them by relating to them. The general theme should be something about surprising yourself/finding out new pieces of yourself.

Also the little rat thing should try and hump Nandor's leg.

When Guillermo gets rid of them by making them companion animals in a retirement home, there should be a gag about how now they're all emotional support creatures for cranky out-of-touch people, something something vampires. (Also, we do not need the fish. Let the animal that stays around be one of the frogs, you already made us all in love with the frogs last week, ffs.)

Finally: Colin and Nandor are actually pretty great a lot of the time, but it also needs a focus shift. Have Nandor puttering around the house aimlessly, missing Guillermo as usual. He trails Colin Robinson to his new job teaching night classes. He tries to take over the class to have someone to boss around, they do their at-odds things, maybe Nandor is trying to teach military history in general instead of just his home country because that seems a little on the nose?

Then you extend the museum scene, because goddamnit I want more Nandor lore, and maybe make it so Nadja and Laszlo's shit is in the museum too (since the three of them crossed together) but Nandor focuses on his own. Either way, Colin does what he does for Nandor, and the emotional payoff is that over the last two episodes, Nandor and Colin have started a legitimate friendship and Nandor doesn't have to feel as alone anymore.

(But it's not quite the same, of course, and at some point in the episode Nandor notices one of the Guillermo frogs with the hair or something - and comments that he must be losing it because he's seeing Guillermo all over the place.)

Also all the jokes needed a punch-up, some of them were amazing and some of them were just weak and whatever.

Tl;dr not every subplot in the shit and fart show needs to have meaning or progress the will-they-won't-they or whatever. But there should at least be a reason the characters are doing what they're doing, and a reason we the people watching should actually give a shit.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk, and I hope post-strike everyone can have writers' rooms again where they can actually get to draft 3 or 4, and not make everyone watching the episode confused about what they just watched. The end!

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #fandom: wwdits #i am a meta gremlin

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demonichikikomori · 7 months

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Sorry, Not Sorry

Rinne Amagi x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.2k+ Tags: Cheating/Non-Con Voyeurism/DubCon/BroCon /j Unless?/Blackmail

Art by lllistn on Twitter!

It's time... For 13 Lovely Hauntings! This was in my last tarot card vote but I wanted to write it still! Also, this might get another chapter (on Ao3 at some point) if enough people want it. If not? It's just a stand-alone fic. All of the pieces for this event are literally just my drafts I’m clearing out but didn’t know where to post. I didn’t really post the last two months so I’m stuffing you guys with content. Sorry. Not sorry. (Badum Tss.)

SUMMARY:

Your boyfriend Hiiro Amagi takes you back to his childhood home during a weekend away from college classes. He wants you to meet his father, and his older brother Rinne Amagi... I guess.

You were walking hand and hand with Hiiro Amagi with a cheerful expression down a long dirt path. Your shoulders brushing as your hands remain intertwined tightly in the chill of the fall air, your freed hand clung to your duffle bag packed with clothes and your favorite soaps for the weekend. You stepped over a small bank of snow reducing itself to slush with a smile glued to your face. Today, you finally meet and spend the weekend with Hiiro’s family. You had been dating Hiiro Amagi for almost a full year, and he thought it would be nice to spend the weekend after exams in his village. It was an honor to know Hiiro adored you so much that he was ready for you to meet those closest to him. Even if it was just his father and older brother.

“My father is excited to meet you. He kept begging and begging for me to bring you to our village when we had our next break from classes!” Hiiro chirped as the two of you entered the quiet village. The sun was starting to set along the treeline, casting a neon orange glow over the village. “I promise you’ll love him as much as he loves you. My older brother won’t be here until tomorrow though.” He gently nudged you with his elbow as your nerves began to spike with jitters. First impressions are everything, and you know how to behave in front of the head of the household. But what about Hiiro’s older brother? For some reason during the almost full year of dating, Hiiro has never once brought him up until recently.

Hiiro walked you up to his childhood home and began fishing in his pocket for a key to the door. “What is your older brother like?” You asked curiously as he patted at his pockets with a soft ‘mmmm’. “He’s reckless, but not in a bad way! Sometimes he does things that I don’t like, but that’s just his personality.” Hiiro began to frown, keeping the description vague. He finally found the key to the house and looked it over. “But don’t worry about him until tomorrow. I know you’ll like him too.” His tone picked up its usual cheerfulness as you started to puff up your cheeks. Maybe his older brother is someone you would simply have to tolerate this weekend, for your boyfriend’s sake. After all, Hiiro never actually talked about him.

Before Hiiro could push the key into the door, it was suddenly yanked open and your eyes widened with shock. “Oh! Rinne! You made it here before us!” Hiiro was just as surprised to see the man leaning in the entrance's door frame, chewing idly on a toothpick. You stood silent and stunned as you soaked in the sight of who you could only assume was Hiiro’s older brother. The cunning air around him was an extreme contrast to Hiiro’s usual heroic nature, but the similarities in appearance proved that they were indeed related.

Riine Amagi sported a head of long, wild, cardinal red hair. His skin was pale and paired well with his mischievous cyan blue eyes. The older sibling was taller than Hiiro with defined muscles he wasn’t afraid to show off which explained his current state of shirtlessness. He instead wore thick black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. A wispy trail of red could be seen peeking out from under the waistband of his expensive underwear. His eyes sparkled at the sight of you behind Hiiro with a smirk forming on his handsome face. “Who’s this fine piece of-”

“This is my girlfriend! I was bringing her here this weekend to meet you and dad. But, I thought you were coming back tomorrow.” Hiiro cut Rinne’s possibly inappropriate comment short as he outstretched an arm in front of you. Almost like he was shielding you from the older man you couldn’t peel your eyes away from. This was Hiiro’s older brother. And if you and Hiiro ever got married, he would be your older brother too.

“Hah? Tomorrow? Mmm, change of plans. Niki was busy I guess.” His response was half-hearted, still looking at you with that same sparkle in his eyes. A sparkle that began to draw you in until Hiiro obstructed his older brother's vision with an agitated wave of his hand. “Where’s father?” He asked as Rinne rolled his eyes and stepped away from the door. “He’s doing chief stuff. He’ll be back in an hour.” The older man scoffed as Hiiro quickly took your hand and led you inside.

The warm air and scent of cheesy pizza welcomed you as you and Hiiro removed your shoes with Rinne monitoring the scene. “So, how old are ya’ sis? You’re really pretty. You doin’ the college thing with Hiiro?” Rinne’s voice was deeper than Hiiro’s and smooth like gold colored honey. He didn’t look that much older than you and Hiiro, but the air he exuded felt much different. More intense than Hiiro. “I’m the same age as Hiiro! And I share one of my English classes with him, but we have different majors and minors.” You explained sheepishly as you placed your bag on the ground and placed your shoes beside Hiiro’s. When you looked up, you noticed that Hiiro looked annoyed that his brother was talking with you.

Rinne let out a soft ‘ahhh’ of understanding with his hands now settling on his hips, his fingernails were lined in a black polish that had been chipped away to specks and flakes. Hiiro never painted his nails. Even if you offered to do it for him, it was a hard no. “Well, sis, what made you like Hiiro so much? If you say his looks, just know he got them from me.” He asked playfully, far more interested in you than his own little brother as your face began to grow hot.

Before you had the chance to respond, your boyfriend began to growl as he pulled you behind him. “Leave her alone, we just got here! Ask normal questions, you sexual harasser!” The younger brother snapped as Rinne shrugged his shoulders with a laugh. “Kyahahaha☆!~! Riling you up has always been easy. And now that you have a girlfriend it’s even easier!~!” He teased as the two began to go back and forth. Unbeknownst to Hiiro, you were peeking over his shoulder to capture a few more glances at Riine.

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You couldn’t take your eyes off of him during dinner, and you were starting to grow fearful that he may start to notice. Hiiro, thankfully, seemed oblivious to your ogling. Hiiro’s father did nothing but compliment you all night, grateful that his youngest son was capable of finding someone as charming as you. He then jokingly asked when you and Hiiro would be married and how soon you were ready to give him a soccer team’s worth of grandchildren. To which you had to bashfully decline giving him any response so soon. You and Hiiro were still young! Rinne’s laugh rattled through your brain at the sight of your shy expression. His tone was so sweet when he called you ‘cute’, apparently ‘falling in love’ with the way you puffed your cheeks when you pouted. Hiiro wasn’t too happy about the comments his older brother made and the two began to bicker until dinner ended.

When it came time for bed, Hiiro’s father encouraged the two of you to share a bedroom. Who was he to stop anything from happening? And a girl shouldn’t be cast off to the confines of some old couch or hard floor! You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed that your boyfriend’s father would encourage something risque under his own roof and you began wondering if Hiiro got his sense of righteousness from his late mother...

As Rinne wished you a playful goodnight and vanished behind a door not too far down the hall from Hiiro’s you started to feel a sense of guilt. There was no reason to pay mind to a man you had just met. Especially your boyfriend’s older brother. But the attention he was giving you was much, much different than what Hiiro gave you. Of course you loved and adored your boyfriend. But sometimes, it felt like you were just friends instead of lovers. You never found the chance to speak up about the topic of being more intimate with your boyfriend. It could be anxiety keeping you from trying, or the deepest hope that maybe it would happen naturally. The farthest you had gone with Hiiro was a messy makeout in his dorm. But the moment you reached for his belt, he sheepishly nudged you away and you were sent back to your own room.

You feared that it could be something he saw in you that made him uncomfortable with the prompt of sex. Or maybe he was just too nervous to try? Either way, it was starting to leave you with an insecurity you couldn’t shrug off.

You settled into Hiiro’s room, silently admiring the decor that had been left untouched since he had gone away for school. Your backs faced one another as the two of you changed into your pajamas, for you? An oversized shirt and a pair of shorts. The light was shut off and the two of you crawled into Hiiro’s bed with you on the outside, closest to the door despite Hiiro’s protest. “What if someone breaks in? I need to be ready to jump up and defend you!” Hiiro grumbled as he laid on his side to face you. You rolled your eyes tiredly as you huddled closer to him beneath the blankets. “Well, what if I need a bathroom break? I don’t want to climb over you.” You already knew that you had won the conversation as Hiiro settled down and the two of you drifted peacefully to sleep.

Well, you were asleep.

You weren’t sure why you woke up so suddenly, but you were dying of thirst. You slipped out of bed with a soft yawn. Your eyes opened wider and wider as you started to recover and wake up. You looked for your phone to check the time, seeing that it was 1:37am. You hadn’t been asleep that long, and the whole house was silent other than the soft creaks of the old home settling. But you really needed a cup of water. You glanced in the darkness to see Hiiro was sleeping peacefully, his back facing you as you stretched your arms above your head and made your way towards the door.

You crept down the hall to avoid alerting anyone else in the house of your mission. But your steps halted as a sound filled the air. One that sounded nothing like the creaking of the old house. A soft pap pap pap that caused your stomach to grow tight and hot when you noticed it was coming from Rinne’s room. Maybe you were just imagining things? You keep your steps light as you pass the door while holding your breath. The sounds and soft moans beckoned you to backtrack. And backtrack you did.

Returning to the door made your face burn as you listened to the sounds within the room. Your imagination provided ample imagery of what might be happening on the other side. How fast his fist would be pumping. If he was using a toy or not. If he was smirking or if his mouth hung open with ecstasy. You reached towards the doorknob.

There was hesitation, fingers hovering over the cold brass as you stood stunned by the impulsive decision. But it wouldn’t hurt to take a peek right? You twisted the knob cautiously with a thick swallow. The pounding of your heartbeat playing in your ears as you began to crouch with the door slowly and silently being pulled open.

You peered into the pitch black room, listening to the wet sounds and Rinne’s carnal moans from within the room becoming significantly louder. You wanted to see more. You wanted to see him. Your lips parted as you pressed your face into the door with wide eyes laced with curiosity. You could feel your inner thighs becoming hot as you took the risk of cracking the door open further. With the hopes of catching a glimpse of Rinne, you pulled and pulled greedily at the door as you fell hypnotized by the sounds of lust.

And catch him you did.

Looking back at you with a stunned expression within the darkness as the sounds fell deaf.

You choked back a scream and let go of the door in a panic. Scrambling to your feet, you tried to rush down the hall as Rinne yanked the door open with his eyes narrowed into slits. You were left with no time to react as Rinne caught you by the back of your shirt and pinned you against the opposite wall. His fist now gripped your collar as he looked down at you with a tight frown. His body was pressed against yours and you could smell the scent of lust and the salt of his sweat emanating off of his skin. The way his warm breath tickled the skin of your face with each short puff. His cheeks were flushed as you began to tremble with terror. No, no, no, no.

Rinne remained silent, looking over your terrified face before turning his head down the hall where you were supposed to be sleeping beside Hiiro. There was a soft chuff as he returned his attention to you. “What’s going on sis?” He asked, his voice lined with venom and something else you couldn’t put a finger on. Your mouth filled with cotton as you looked around the dark hallway. You couldn’t look him in the eye. “… Getting water…” You mumbled as Rinne hummed, letting go of your collar to instead grab you by your forearm. He wasn’t rough, but he was firm with his grip. “Me too.” He began dragging you towards the kitchen, and you struggled to match the stride his long legs had.

The kitchen was dark, illuminated by the yellowish light glowing above the sink. Your boyfriends’ older brother let you go with a little shove, easing you towards the counter as he opened a cabinet in search of two glasses. He was silent as he walked through the small kitchen. It was strange, even though he was clearly agitated, his eyes sparkled. Just like when his eyes first met yours. You felt your stomach twist and churn with anxiety as he filled the two cups with water and held one out to you. But when your fingers brushed against his, you nearly dropped the cup out of shock. You wanted to go back to Hiiro’s room. You wanted to close your eyes and pretend this didn’t happen.

The cup was shaking in your hands as he stared at you, his gaze burning and filling you with guilt. “… I’m sorry.” You whispered, your reflection appearing in the crystal clear water. Rippling and distorted as Rinne crossed his arms in front of you. An older brother scolding his eventual sister-in-law. Well, unless Hiiro found out about this. “What are you sorry about, sis?” His voice was smooth and soft, making you straighten up with your thighs pressed tightly together. “… Spying on you…” You mumbled again as Rinne hummed with a sound of content. “Why were you spying on me, sis?” You tried lifting the cup to your lips. “I dunno…” You didn’t want to say why. “You know why.” He purred and placed his own glass on the counter, reaching towards you to poke at your stomach with his slender pointer finger.

He herded you against the edge of the counter with his usual smirk returning. Like he was planning something horrible. You felt his large body press against yours, easing his body between your thighs . “Wanna tell your new big brother why you watched him jerk off? Why did you watch while Hiiro, your boyfriend, was sleeping? Why you sat in the hall on your knees with big eyes, and your mouth wide open?” His grip on your forearm was back as he began pulling you against him. Rinne towered over you like an imposing force and you couldn’t fight the way your heart quickened. Should you say morbid curiosity? The lack of attention you got from Hiiro pushing you to take the risk? A blatant lie that you tripped and fell against his door? “I dunno…” You couldn’t muster the strength now that you had been cornered like this.

“Then why don’t we wake up Hiiro and tell him?” Rinne suggested with his squeaky cackle. Your blood ran cold and you shook your head, your glass nearly toppled out of your hands as Rinne remained smiling. “Hmm? Noooooo?” He purred teasingly as beads of stray tears rolled down your cheeks. “Curiosity killed the cat sis, but y’know…” Your boyfriend’s older brother trailed off as he loosened his grip on your arms, rubbing his thumbs over your skin. “Satisfaction brought it back.” He whispered as he removed a hand, and took the cup from your trembling grip and placed it next to his own. A small whimper rolled off of your tongue as his hips bucked into yours suddenly.

The sound was embarrassing as you looked away from Rinne, eyeing the flooring with your mouth clamped shut. “If you come back to my room, I might forget about this whole thing.” Rinne purred as he bucked his hips again, and again, and again. You could feel him starting to harden in his sweatpants as he gave your upper arms a firm squeeze. You couldn’t let Hiiro find out about this. “You… Can you promise you won’t tell?” You begged softly, refusing to look Hiiro’s older brother in the eye.

Rinne kept his grip firm on your arm, not too rough, but it was tight enough to keep you from darting away. “Me? Promise? I don’t think I should. You were the one who came creeping on me.” He chuckled softly as you allowed your eyes to shamefully fall shut as the tears dried on your cheeks. Rinne was quiet before grumbling under his breath. “Alright, alright, ‘promise I won’t say anything.” The older sibling began to pull on your body until you were flush against him. “If you do what I say, I won’t say a word.” His tone was slick as you started to feel as though there was no other choice. You could be truthful with Hiiro, or avoid that painful reality entirely.

And maybe spending the night with Rinne won’t be so bad… “Okay.” Your voice was weak as Rinne smothered his cackle with his hand. He was enthusiastically tugging you out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom. Your heart began to sink as you allowed yourself to be dragged behind him.

This was wrong. This was extremely wrong. If Hiiro found out, he would be devastated. But what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Right? Rinne promised he wouldn’t say anything if you went with him. With one final glance towards Hiiro’s bedroom, you were nudged into the one belonging to his older brother. And the door shut with a soft click.

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WIP Wednesday 10.4.2024

Hello and welcome to another week of Work-in-Progress (WIP) Wednesday, a lovely challenge started by @/kedreeva .

As always, feel free to send in multiple requests, even if it's for the same draft! But keep in mind that that's just how I operate, and that this is not part of the official WW rules/etiquette! (aka please don't assume everyone is as desperate as me)

***PLEASE SEND THINGS IN. THIS IS LITERALLY THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY WEEK. YOU WILL NEVER ANNOY ME AND IN FACT I DARE YOU TO TRY TO ANNOY ME***

Official rules for those who are new:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names. Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play! After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share. That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to! If you’re reading this, you’re invited! If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

Prompts that I'm offering this week:

1. Silly Little Jean Moreau Fic 2. TLC 3. 101 Ways not to Say I Do 4. Needle AU (CW: posts may contain mentions of self harm, wound infections, and stalking) 5. Pride Zine (AKA, I write three new sentences on my zine pieces, then pick a random project to add three sentences to for a post! Might bring the dice back again this week, or if you're a regular I'll pick one of the ones I know you like c;)

Progress from this last week below the cut: A combined and collected selection of posts from 101!

"We should probably let people know, right?" Neil said as he fell back onto the couch after pulling his sweatpants back on. Andrew was already lounging on the couch, running his fingertips along the inside of his palm in a desperate attempt to replicate the sensation of holding a cigarette. Maybe a few years ago Neil would have allowed him a cheat day, but they had gotten rid of every last pack in the condo*.

Andrew shrugged in response, his pupils still blown wide and his lips still reddened. "Probably."

"Come on. You don't want Aaron to hear about this from Nicky. I can call him if you want, and you can call Renee."

"No," Andrew said, leaning back to fish his phone out of his pocket. "I'll call Aaron. And Renee. I don't think you'd want me to be the one to call Matt."

Neil wasn't about to disagree. He sighed and pulled out his own phone to dial Matt's number.

Nicky didn't reemerge from the guest bedroom until the next morning, or at least, that was the next time that Andrew and Neil spotted him.

Thankfully, their morning the next day had been more or less typical; Neil had gone on his morning run and Andrew had gone back to sleep after Neil's alarm had gone off. By the time Nicky finally came out of the guest room, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, Neil and Andrew were already on their second cup of coffee.

"Aaron called me at nine last night," he said while trying (and failing) to stifle a yawn. "Couldn't you two have waited to tell the others until I was awake? Damn, I need coffee. Please tell me you have some left."

Neil sipped at his own coffee while Andrew nodded his head in the direction of the pitcher they'd brewed that morning. "Knock yourself out."

"I'm glad to hear that you were at least slightly inconvenienced by your own actions," Neil added.

"Ha ha," Nicky said while making his way to the coffee machine. "I'm so glad to see that that classic Josten charm hasn't faded over the years."

Andrew shot Nicky a look that prompted him to lift up his hands in a mock surrender.

"Come on, I can't keep my sarcasm concealed before I've had a cup of coffee, you know this, Andrew."

"Then start drinking," Andrew responded.

#lee's writing shenanigans #aftg #all for the game #wip wednesday #aftg jean #jean moreau #needle au #baby jean #101 ways not to say i do #tlc (aftg)#etienne (aftg)#slim jim #silly little jean moreau fic #suncatchers and golden hours #s&gh

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i think the "nice doing business with you" line from the s5 finale is definitely going to have significance to season 6. there are too many examples of innocuous lines that end up being foreshadowing to overlook it. it's also a general rule of genies that they can't bring things back from the dead, so i think that's going to end up playing into whatever the "deal" with ryan was. the genie could've said it was against the rules to bring prof back, so ryan made another deal to get him back (1/2)

[i think there's also going to be a conflict with time travel in season 6. it's such an integral part of the show, and ryan definitely screwed the timeline by bringing prof and his family back. if we hadn't seen the article with the photo of the prof and his parents' fossils, then i would be a little less convinced of this, but because its explicitly shown onscreen, its very likely that something will go wrong with the timeline (2/2)

oh i also think that the substitute survived defenestration, but i think he's going to be a minor antagonist next season. just a nuisance, if you will. like yeah he's still a problem, but there are much bigger fish to fry than a 1'2" puppet hologram with an obsession with murder (3/3)]

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sorry for taking so long!! this has been sitting in my drafts and ive been slowly pulling my thoughts together on this so its taken me some time!! (plus ive been chillin with the holidays and such) i appreciate this ask so much!

!disclaimer! i may accidentally pull from shane's commentary on the season finale on pateron. im doing my best not to because i know some people dont have access to patreon content. (plus its fun to make it more challenging) all puppet history lore is like marbles in my brain and its hard to separate what ideas came from where. im doin my best tho!

ok lets jump into it!

i am So. Curious. on how ryan and the genies whole deal is gonna shake out. was that it? will there be consequences? i have a feeling we'll be seeing some kind of fallout from this wish. it feels like they cut their conversation very short for a very specific reason. theres gotta be something going on there.

I think that ryan didnt *technically* wish the professor back to life, he just wished the professor back to the present. i also like the idea used in @ask-the-substitute that ryan used his 3 wishes to bring the professor back and thats how the profs mom and dad got to the present. its so perfect, i love it. just the idea of ryan thinking the first wish didnt work so then he tried again, and again. incredible.

i am curious if there is gonna be any time travel conflict! im not sure what that would look like (my brain kinda melts when it comes to timey wimey bullshit). honestly this is the part im the most unsure of. like theyre probably is consequences, but i dont even know where to start for what that would look like. i still like to think that the article showing the professor's family's bones just faded away like how people in photos did in back to the future.

the substitute ABSOLUTELY survived the defenestration!! watcher hq is one story and im slightly convinced the substitute cant die (unless we go by hot daga hologram logic, in that case you would need a witch and a volcano to kill most holograms [and i dont have a volcano handy])

i hope the substitute turns into either

1) a minor villan thats more annoying/funny then anything.

2) character redemption arc. we really like this funky guy and it would be cool to see him chill out with the stabby stabby. (just a little, he can stabby stabby as a treat)

now it would be REALLY FUNNY if the substitute did ad reads for future seasons Especially for nord vpn and other online security stuff.

i think the bigger fish to fry is gonna be those puppets trapped in the wonderium arena!! we gotta get them outta there and back into their earthly bodies!! how is that gonna happen??? god is asleep, the devil isnt gonna help, and neither is the genie. how the hell do you even get to a purgatory like that? dorthy ruth has moved on even though her husband isnt really dead!!!

what im really curious about for next season is

1) who is gonna be the musical guest. if the professor cant time travel, where is he gonna get his musical talents? will he reuse the substitutes tech to make guests?

2) any new stuff to go with our new professor??

3) are dino mom and dad gonna be involved? casually mentioned? i really hope a guest asks if the professor has a family just so that he can excitedly say "yes!! i do :D"

those are most of my thoughts going into s6! pretty excited to see what next season is going to look like! not sure if its gonna be lore heavy. ill be keeping an eye peeled for any hints 👀 either way, im excited to learn :)

#thanks for the ask!#puppet history #watcher #shane madej #ryan bergara #watcher entertainment #we are watcher #the professor #beth's lore dump

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