#seein red au

[equallyshaw]

𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓲𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓭 | 𝓶𝓪𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝔃𝓪𝓵 𝓪𝓾 ↠ kisses to my exes.... - fic. ↠ au masterlist. ↠ takes place in november 2024. ↠ warnings: derogatory words are used against olivia. ↠ word count: 2.2k.

it all happened so quickly, that mat's only response was seeing red and a hard wack against jacks wrist. mat doesn't remember what happened afterward, only that he won the fight and ended up on top of jack before the refs pulled him off. those words still etched into his brain, as he skated off the ice and towards the locker room. matt martin watched with pure acid across his face, as he watched jack skate to the box whilst fighting with a ref. matt skated over from the corner and started screaming at jack, along with bo. jack was so out of line and he deserved to go to hell for it.

olivia and sydney watched from the suite, and olivia could feel herself needing to heave at the sight of it all. there would have been nothing for mat to go after jack, unless jack said something about her. and that was true for each and every islander, for the one's who had met her once and for the one's who had spent time with her when she was on long island. jack was relentless and had no problem going head to head with mat, bo and martin in the same 5 minutes. sydney took ahold of olivia's hand and rubbed circles on it, trying to comfort not only herelf but olivia who needed it more. "stop stop stop." olivia kept repeating to herself, hoping the universe would stop them from fighting. jack was not backing down though, and that ticked matt and bo too no end. her phone vibrated in her pocket, and saw a few texts from mat. one, saying that he was thrown out for the rest of the period- which meant the game. second, that he needed to speak to olivia that evening after the game. and finally, he needed a tall glass of red wine to go with it. and maybe some pizza, to push the guilt and anger into his system; even more. "go- if mat is done he is done. he's gonna want to leave and not sit around." sydney commented not even looking down at her sister as she scolded mat in her mind. olivia nodded before turning around and taking off.

as she did so, she received small smiles of encouragement from some of the other wags, and she nodded in acknowledgment. she headed down to the elevator at the end of the hall, and pressed the tunnel button. she breathed in and out, counting to three for each trying to calm herself. the elevator opened and headed to the right, down towards where the players entered and exited the locker room, and saw the security guard that she'd taken a liking to. so had mat, once she told him about a recipe they should try to make together and as soon as the season started, she always greeted him and wished him a safe drive home and a good evening or day, etc.

"hey miss reddddd." the woman said excitedly, coming up to greet the girl with a fist bump. the redhead smiled, as she gave her one back. "he just entered maybe ten minutes ago, he should be out soon. training staff said he was skedaddling asap." the women chuckled trying to ease the tension and olivia nodded with a small smile, "i'd expect nothing less leslie that's for sure." she hummed leaning on the wall across from the door, a few feet away so mat didn't feel bombarded as soon as he exited. leslie gave her a knowing nod, before going back to her original position.

olivia's foot tapped, for the next ten minutes before mat exited the locker room looking to his left than right for the red head. mat's body physically sighed as soon as he laid his eyes on her. she looked up as she saw feet enter her vision, and smiled softly once she met his gaze. he could tell she was nervous and very apprehensive when they met each other's eyesight. "are you hurt?" was the first question out of her mind, but he didn't say anything but kiss the top of her head before wrapping his arms around her shoulders. she savored his warmth, incase it was the last time she'd ever hug him.

"let's get going." mat whispered and she nodded before he took his hand in hers. "barzal!" they heard behind them, and low and behold matt waltzed down the tunnel towards the lockerroom door. mat gave him a slight and curt nod, in awklodgement. matt and olivia met each others eyes, and he gave her a salute. the two of them knowing exactly what had happened, once mat left.

mat thanked the valet for getting his car started, and he swiftly opened the passenger side letting olivia in first before walking over towards the driver side. olivia took in the tension lines on his forehead, as they began to drove. he was deep in thought, and that made her nervous. mat drove with both hands on the steering wheel, while olivia fidgeted her in her seat. sydney texted her that mat was thrown out for fighting with jack verbally and then arguing with the ref, over not throwing out jack. oh and looks like bo was headed down the tunnel too, with 5 minutes left. he'd no doubt be having a hearing in the next few days for a hit to jack. she sighed, locking her phone and clasping her eyes shut. she did not like the fact that these guys she'd gotten close to, were standing up for her. she appreciated it, but did not like them getting thrown out. or suspended even.

mat pulled into the townhouse garage, shut the car off quickly, and hopped out. she pulled off her seatbelt and thanked mat when he opened the door for her. she walked in behind him and greeted them with her cat finnick, and she smiled picking him up. mat headed towards the kitchen, yanking off his suit jacket while she went upstairs to get changed and wash her makeup off. finnick curled at her feet in the washroom, as she finished putting on some skincare oils. she was in the middle of applying an eyelash serum when mat came into view, and leaned against the door. he had two glasses of red wine. he stood their silently as he allowed her to concentrate, before walking over and setting the glass down in front of her. she thanked him and turned back towards the mirror, but instead he set his glass down as well. he turned her to face him, and placed his hands on her cheeks. her very freckled and pale cheeks, leaning his forehead against hers without breaking eye contact. "im sorry." she breathed, closing her eyes shuts. she felt his eyebrows knit in confusion before he spoke, "what for? for standing up for you? defending your honor? making sure he knows that if he ever speaks about you in that way again, he's gonna get hurt even worse? or better yet get a cease and assist?" he rambled and she sighed loudly, "exactly that." she hummed pulling away and looking down at the sink before putting the eyelash serum tube back into the drawer, with a loud clink.

he pulled her hands into his towards his chest, and she had no choice but to look at him. "exactly that livvy. the things he said-" he paused tasting a vile taste, "the thigs he said were out of line, un provoked and un called for. everybody on the ice heard it. and-" he paused as he saw anger and then embarrassment flash through her eyes. "it's not ok. you and everybody else knows that livvy, and he deserved to have his ass kicked. multiple times. he will never hear or feel the end of it from me." mat said caressing her chin softly, "and that doesn't make you want to break up with me?" she questioned without a second thought. mat was taken a back. "what?" he asked barely audible. she looked up from his chest to his eyes, "that doesn't want to make you break up with me? anybody with a brain would. it isn't worth the stress of having to play against somebody like that or have to be 'on' each and every time. i dont want to that for you, matt or bo. or anybody on the team. so please, just save yourself the hassle and break up with me." she finished in a whisper, not wanting to hear those words again.

mat shook his head, "just because he said those things doesn't change how i feel about you olivia monroe. it will never change how if feel. just because he met you before we had a conversation, does not change things. it'll never change things. just because you two hooked up before we ever did, doesn't change anything. it'll never change things. what happened in the past, is the past. he cannot change the past 8 months, i will not allow him to and - " he paused as she gazed up at him, "do you want me to break up with you?" he questioned in a brittle voice. she didn't want that, right?

olivia sniffled, with a soft shake of her head.

"no ofcourse not but-" he cut her off, "but what?" he questioned softly. she shook her head, "but nothing, forget about it." she said pulling her hands away from his and taking the glass of wine, and exited the washroom. she chugged a few sips before walking out of the room, and towards the small library that mat had added to his second guest room for her. she turned on the small space heater that doubled as a fake fire place, then curled up to the window seat that he had built into a bookshelf, he also had made her her. her phone sat next to her on the little side table, letting it go voicemail and let the texts go unread.

mat walked in, knowing he'd find her here. he walked over towards the girl, setting his glass down next to her's. he shifted her legs to they laid across his, as he sat across from her on the window nook. she would not meet his gaze, as he silently pleaded for her to. "i know you'll hate this question, but what did he say?" she questioned with bitterness and a mission. he sighed licking his lips, really not wanting to repeat the words. "mat, please tell so i know that if the way i'd want to get back to him is proper." she said with a slight cock of her eyebrow. he nodded and took a few seconds to collect himself, before speaking.

"first off, he called you a cunt. then he started to talk about the night you two hooked up, detailing the experience in great detail, greater detail than i ever though a guy would care to think of, then he called you a easy bang and a needy slut because of how quickly you 'folded'." he began, and finished with quotation marks. "he said that as soon as i broke up with you, that you would come crawling back to him or try to get with trevor, as you have apparently wanted to do for some time now." he finished and olivia could vomit, it made her sick to her stomach. mat noticed the way her nostrils flared in anger, embarrassment, and regret. "he really did a fucking number on me." she said in a breathy and quiet tone. "he's so fucking full of himself, it makes me nauseous." she added, meeting mat's eye. mat nodded in agreement, and took hold of her hand.

"that actually pisses me off so much...god i want to kill trevor. fucking trevor." she said in a cold voice, as her gaze turned dark. "trust me, already sent him a lengthy text." mat responded and olivia nodded. "im sorry you had to hear that, that was not ok." she said feeling horrible for mat. mat shook his head, "im still reeling that he had the guts to say that, and that you had to be at the forefront of it all." he said solemnly. she bit the inside of her cheek as her leg began to shake with anxiety.

"now whats the way you wanted to get back at him?" mat questioned with a glint of enthusiasm in his eye.

olivia grinned.

"i may or may not know his ex who wasn't thrilled with how he treated her at the end.." olivia said with humor. olivia leaned over to get her phone, and texted jacks ex gf as well as her go to photographer and designer, letting them know she had a small exclusive collection in the works.

she looked back up at mat after she set her phone down before leaning over to kiss him.

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olivia stood in front of sienna as they stood on site, for this shoot in laguna beach california. when sienna heard about the collection and the reasoning behind it, sienna jumped at the opportunity. the collection was named, "x's." instead of literally saying, 'exes' and sienna even had two pieces named after her, a pearl necklace called "sienna" and gold pearl earrings called, "gold digger". olivia gushed over the final photos, and the two were smitten with them. she posted onto her personal account with, "on site" and tagged sienna in her candid picture.

olivia was petty and suttle, and mat absolutely adored that side of her for whatever reason - olivia did not know.

trevor instantly texter her as soon as the story went live, "OH SHIT RED".

hope you all enjoyed!

Tags: @toasttt11 @tshelbyfics

#mat barzal #mat barzal fic #mat barzal au #seein red au #sydney martine #matt martin #new york islanders #nhl #hockey #hockey fic #nhl fic #hockey au #nhlblurb #nhl au #nhl imagine #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #jack hughes

[letsgetrowdy43]

When Honey Falls in Love (Rowan’s Version) ☆—

I heard 'When Emma Falls in Love' on Speak Now (tv) and immediately was like I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING ABT THIS

Au Masterlist!!

"When Emma falls in love, she paces the floor, closes the blinds and locks the door When Emma falls in love, she calls up her mom, and jokes about the ways that this one could go wrong"

When honey falls in love for the first time it’s sweet and gentle, full of unrequited feelings and fleeting glances.

Honey made eye contact with Quinn Hughes for the first time through the lens of the camera held up to her eye, her heart stopping for a millisecond as she watched his fast pace skating coming to a halt, just to stare at her for a second longer.

The camera in her hand lowered as blush crawled up her cheeks, nipping the tips of her ears before the sound of the head coach's loud whistle startled her.

On her drive home from the rink, it was like her heart couldn't keep a steady pace, running a mile a minute, feigning to get home to the comfort of her private room so she could quietly freak out about the boy she had yet to have a conversation with.

The moment she made it to her room, she immediately locked her door and closed her blinds, preparing herself for the major freakout that the world just wasn't ready to see yet. She began pacing the entirety of her room before throwing herself down on her bed, face in her hands as she fought off the urge to squeal as loudly as possible.

"Hey hun, you okay in there?" the gentle voice of her mom appeared on the other end of the door. "I don't know," she said weakly before standing up to let her mom in, "I met the new boy, he's so cute, I think I'm in love," her voice was laced with haze as she thought back to practice. Her mother laughed at her dramatics, fingers running through her daughter's hair as Honey laid her head in her mother's lap, "that's very forward, don't ya' think?" "You know what I mean!" she groaned, melting at the rhymic touch of her mom playing with her hair.

The older woman smiled at the antics, ones that reminded her of a younger version of herself, "he is a hockey boy though," Honey sighed, "sluts." "You don't even know the poor boy, Hun, you can't just assume," her face pulled into a frown as her daughter looked up at her innocently. "Doesn't matter anyways, I can fix him" she laughed as her mother rolled her eyes.

☆☆☆☆

"When Emma falls in love, it's all on her face, Hangs in the air like stars in outer space"

She can’t help but flush at the mention of his name, her head filled with giddy thoughts of the boy she’d never spoken to. Quinn Hughes becomes a victim of her love-sick imagination as she watches him from afar.

"Y/n, you're taking photos of the new Hughes boy next, Coach will be bringing him in a moment" Her boss, who wasn't much older than her, smiled as she helped the younger girl with the backdrop.

Honey's face broke out in a bright shade of pink as she nodded, her lips forming a tight straight line as her boss' brows quirked at her flustered appearance, "you look a little red" she joked. "It's just hot in here," she shrugged awkwardly as she went to charge the backup battery for the camera just in case. "Yeah okay," her tone sarcastic, "you look a little love-struck to me." "Nope, just warm!"

Quinn entered the room shyly, stealing glances towards the girl his age who was conversing with the coach and her boss about what photos they needed from her. Her attention averted to the boy staring at her, feeling his haze on her with a stunned look on his face as hers flushed red.

Both the coach and her boss stared at the two of them, blushing like idiots, with amused grins as they left them to get the media taken care of

☆☆☆☆

"When Emma falls in love, she disappears, and we all just laugh after seein' it all these years"

Her mom dialled Ellen's number after searching the house for any signs of life, "Hey Ellen! Sorry to be a bother but my daughter wouldn't happen to be at your house would she? She didn't come home after school" "I believe so! Just give me a sec to yell out for her," Ellen held the phone away from her head, "Honey! Are you upstairs!" she yelled out to be met with a muffled confirmation from Quinn's room.

"She's here, do you need me to send her home?" Ellen asked with a laugh, looking over at her youngest son at the kitchen counter who stared at her in agony as she helped him with his math homework. "No no, it would just be nice if she would give me heads up," she joked bitterly, "I've been seeing less and less of her recently since they found out we were neighbours." "I know!"

Luke listened to the laughter from upstairs, frowning at the sound of happiness as he looked down at the equations in front of him, "I would send her home," he said pointedly. A smirk on his face as Jack perked his head up from his spot on the living room couch, "They're in love, can't imagine what they're doing with no adult supervision" he mumbled grumpily making Ellen furrow her brows and point at his homework. "Be quiet and do your work," she said pushing a pencil on the sheet in front of him.

"Sorry about that, I'll send her home before dinner, promise" she mused before hanging up the phone.

☆☆☆☆

"When Emma falls apart, it's when she's alone, she takes on the pain and bears it on her own 'Cause when Emma falls in love, she's in it for keeps, she won't walk away unless she knows she absolutely has to leave"

It had already been a shit day, but to top it all off Honey had run into Quinn in the hallway, his arms wrapped comfortably around the waist of some random blonde in their grade, crushing her little heart as he looked up at her and nodded so nonchalantly.

She was heartbroken, feeling such strong emotions for the first time as she walked home by herself. Passing up on Ellen's offer to drive her home so she didn't have to be in a confined space with him, unable to stand the idea of being in a car with him and not breaking into tears.

"What's wrong hun?" her mom asked as she slammed the front door behind her, a groan leaving her lips as she stomped over to the couch and collapsed next to her mom. "I found out my friends have been making plans without me recently cause I apparently work 'too much', it's such bullshit," she said tearfully, her mom reaching forward to rub her back reassuringly, "and I think Quinn has a girlfriend, which like, good for him, but I really like him" she cried as her mom held her.

Her mom softly frowned at her daughter's hurt, "oh honey" she said pulling her into his chest, "have you talked to the girls about how being excluded makes you feel?" "No, but an invitation once in a while would be nice" she shrugged defeatedly.

"As for the Quinn thing, you guys are best friends, girlfriends come and go but you're gonna be a big part of the rest of his life" She looked at her daughter with soft eyes as the tears continued. "I hate this crush I have on him, makes me soft," her frown deepened, "but I really like him, like a lot" she cried harder. "My sweet girl, you'll learn, boys aren't the brightest"

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"And she's the kind of book that you can't put down, like if Cleopatra grew up in a small town And all the bad boys would be good boys if they only had a chance to love her"

Quinn watched as one of his teammates skated up to her during practice, a smile gracing her lips as Clayton said something funny to her, pointing at her camera and mimicking how she looked hiding behind the camera. His head spun in circles as he recalled every interaction that they had, trying to decipher whether or not he had ever made her smile that widely or blush that deep of a colour. He couldn't make reason of it, but Honey was like some sort of sorcery, one that his brain couldn't let go of.

"You look a little down Quinner," Brady said nudging him with his stick, his gaze following Quinn's to the media girl, "Y/n? I thought you were going out with what's her face?" "I am," his brows furrowed as he looked at his friend, "I just don't want Honey to get hurt, she's too sweet to be toyed around with" he nodded over to the guy who was shamelessly flirting with, her face a bright pink as he fixed the girls scarf.

"Honey?" Quinn rolled his eyes, "Her mom and my mom call her it, it suits her" he shrugged. Brady shook his head with a laugh, unimpressed by the sheer oblivion that Quinn was living in, "You sound like you like her, not whatever her name is." "I don't like honey like that , we are neighbours, really good friends even," Quinn sighed and glared at Brady who held his hands up in surrender.

"Well in that case I'm sure Keller will be a nice guy for her, seeing as she's sweet and all, I'm sure he would change his little douchey ways for her," Brady mused, watching as Quinn's face crumpled up in distaste.

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"Emma met a boy with eyes like a man, turns out her heart fits right in the palm of his hand Now he'll be her shelter when it rains, little does he know, his whole world's about to change"

Going to UMich meant a lot of new beginnings, and for Quinn, it meant his last years of freedom before inevitably moving to some other state or even country to start his career. His came and went, meaning that this everlasting freedom was starting to whiter away as the beginning of sophomore year approached, knowing that by the end of this school year, there was a good chance that he would be packing his things and flying all the way to Vancouver.

Honey sat on the edge of his bed, a grin on her face as he messily unpacked his suitcase full of clothes, "you have no reason to be this unorganized Hughes," she joked as he looked up with a dishevelled look on his face. "It's kinda hard to fully concentrate when you're watching me, and sitting so quietly, It's freaking me out," he said as he grabbed a bunch of hangers from his closet. She furrowed her brows as she moved from the bed to sitting right down next to his suitcase, taking a handful of the messily folded shirts and pants and helping by refolding them.

"Do I make you nervous Quinn?" she joked flirtingly but what she didn't expect from him was his hand cupping her chin and capturing her lips in a slow kiss. Quinn was the first to pull away, cheeks flushed and his chest huffing as he caught his breath, "you always make me nervous, Hun," he said so casually before getting back up and hanging up his clothes.

Her lips tingled from his touch, eyes blown with desire as she tried to wrap her head around everything that just happened. She sat stunned for a second before she stood up, “you just kissed me?” “It was an impulse, I’m sorry”

Her hand grabbed a fist full of his t-shirt and pulled him into her, his hand finding her hips as she kissed him again. And for the second time that day, actually in her entire life, Honey felt fireworks erupting around her head as he held her closer and closer to his chest.

Quinn was unable to get enough of the feeling of her skin on his, the small of her back becoming a resting place for his hand as he backed her up to his smallish bed and lays her down on it. He hovered over her as his lips found comfort on the skin of her jaw, then her neck, all the way down to her collarbone as her fingers pulled gently on the hairs at the back of his neck.

“I’m being so serious with you Quinn” she whispered against his lips as he pulled away momentarily to look at her, eyes full of a mixture of love and lust as his thumb ran over the kiss-covered skin of her shoulder, “I want this, you, me, I want us to happen” she whispered as her fingers flattened the messy hair on his head. “I’m all in,” he said truthfully as his fingers played with the messy hair on her face.

And in that second she placed her fragile little heart in his hands, just as she’d been dreaming of doing since she was sixteen years old, watching him from afar through the lens of his camera. and in that present moment, he hovered so close to her that she can feel his breath brush against her skin, so close that his nose is nearly touching hers, their whole worlds colliding.

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ahhh I kinda love it, kinda hate it

#thelittlesthughesau!! #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes blurb #dad!quinn hughes #jack hughes #luke hughes #umich hockey #taylor swift

[knamil]

Spoilers for the Jedi Knight story.

Filter if you don't want to see this ever again: #knamil stasis comic

This story takes place not long after the main Jedi Knight story ends. This is an AU Comic because nothing that was released after initial story launch (Makeb onward and esp not KOTFE KOTET are considered "true" for this universe.)

Notes and captions below the cut.

I wrote the story for this in 2014 and I'm using it as a basis to follow along with an art class I'm auditing. It's inspired by companion content that was originally cut from the game, but was datamined and posted online. If you've never seen it, there was supposed to be a quest where you can help Lord Scourge get his feelings back.

I don't know how to write captions for a comic so I'm including the script as a caption.

If there is a standard way to caption comics for screen readers, msg me and I will do my best.

Conventions used

IM: stands for Internal Monologue. Scourge’s internal monologue appears in black boxes with red text and red outline.

Speech bubbles are rounded white bubbles with black text and black outline.

Setting descriptions/general captions are blue boxes with black outline and black text.

The script labels each image as a page. Each panel will have a short description of the picture then the dialog within the panel.

Begin script

Page 1 Scourge kneeling in a cell meditating. Red forcefields surround him. Title: Stasis Part I (by knamil)

Page 2 Caption: Coruscant Holding Cells - 86 Days After the Emperor’s Defeat (A.E.D.)

Panel 1 Scourge is kneeling in his cell meditating. The frame shows a partial profile of his face. One of his eyes are open. A figure is shown walking toward him. Behind the figure are closed doors.

SCOURGE IM: The Medic. Interesting.

Panel 2 A head portrait of Doc

Caption: Archiban “Doc” Kimble

DOC Hey Scourge. How’s it going?

Panel 3 Scourge is kneeling in his cell looking at the floor. He says nothing. Doc stands in front of the cell facing Scourge

DOC Just seein’ if you need anything. Maybe you want to chat? Have a little heart to heart. You know?

Panel 4 Scourge looks up.

Panel 5 Doc is looking down at Scourge. The back wall of the holding facility can be seen behind him.

Panel 6 Closer focus on Scourge.

SCOURGE Tell me, Doctor… has the Jedi stopped screaming yet?

Page 3 Panel 1 Doc looks angry

Panel 2 Doc looks sad

Panel 3 Doc looks resigned

DOC I don’t know.

Panel 4 The Jedi is on a surgery table. Machinery and tubes cover her abdomen. A breathing mask covers her mouth. Her eyes are squeezed shut in an expression of pain.

DOC They kicked me out two days ago. Her wounds won’t close. The bleeding won’t stop.

They’re rerouting half her organs with cybernetics just to keep her alive.

Panel 5 Doc leans over to sit on the floor.

DOC I heard they put you in here because you wouldn’t talk when you brought her in.

I don’t understand why you won’t tell us what’s happening to her.

Panel 6 Scourge still kneels in his cell.

SCOURGE Because there is nothing in your limited understanding of the Force and its potential that can help her.

Panel 7 Doc is sitting on the floor on the other side of the force field facing Scourge.

DOC Can you?

SCOURGE No.

Panel 8 Close up view of Scourge. He looks down.

SCOURGE The ritual may not be undone.

IM: It would mean the end of everything.

End Script

#swtor #lord scourge #knamil stasis comic #oc: remi #long post #knamil tries to make comics #knamil art class #swtor jedi knight spoilers

[liteonlamb]

The New Generation

The Lamb and all the new Crown Bearers from my "Fate of the Red Crown" au More info below

A little bit about each character from left to right

If you're interested in seein more of this lil world o mine my ask box is WIIIDE open :)

Sakuro; Previous member of Leshy's following before his death. Sakuro tended to the camellias, got along well with all her fellow cult members and was very well liked though she led a very peaceful and reserved life. After Leshy's defeat by the Lamb his cult fell to chaos and Sakuro took up archery for her defense during the time. Eventually after the initial chaos the cult attempted to reform under a new leader. Majority rule picked Sakuro as the best fit for the new leader and she was given ownership of the green crown. Sakuro begrudgingly accepted the crown after the overwhelming support, though she really doesn't want to be the leader. She continues bearing the Green Crown due to her caring about the cult which is practically her family and not wishing to pass such a burden to another. Ekari; Previously the disciple of Heket, Ekari acquired the Yellow Crown through force in the violence that occurred after Heket's death. Ekari's proficiency with a dagger makes quick work of any in Anura who oppose him. Ekari believes that one must fight for what they have and want. If you are too weak to defend what you have then you have no right to it. He leads what's left of Heket's following through fear and respect of his violent tendencies. Ekari believes that he is the strongest being, and so far, those who have sought to prove him wrong have perished in their delusion. The Lamb; Previous vessel and now sole bearer of the Red Crown, The Lamb's past is unknown by most and is not too often recalled by the Lamb himself The Lamb leads his following with values of mercy and community. Though he can be led astray, The Lamb generally has good intentions and wishes for the betterment of all who are under his protection. Koren and Aark; Born and raised as part of Kallamar's following, Koren had a fairly uneventful life until his teenage years. During which he would fall fatally ill. Koren fell into a deep depression at the realization of his life being cut short, though he was eventually pulled out of it by the companionship of his jellyfish Aark whom he was gifted as his condition worsened. During this time, Koren became infatuated by curses and relics, eventually, through trial and error, creating his own relic by imbuing a knucklebones dice with mass amounts of fervour. The properties of the dice relic allowed for Koren to be cured of his ailment, and the second chance he was given gave him a deep appreciation of his life. After Kallamar's untimely end, Koren was eventually chosen by the following to be the Crown Bearer due to his personality being the guiding light that they needed in these dark times. Koren leads the following with the companionship of Aark as the 2 have become an inseparable duo in their shared immortality. Ceru; Ceru was raised by Shamura to become the new bishop of the Purple Crown after they suffered their grievous injury at the hands of Narinder. During their years under Shamura's guidance, Ceru would be taught many of the principles of leadership, war, combat, and the wisdom and values that they would need to become the next bishop. Though unfortunately for Ceru, their training would be cut short by The Lamb slaying Shamura leading to Ceru immediately having to assume the responsibly of the Purple Crown. Ceru now tries to lead their cult the best they can with the wisdom they currently have whilst also dealing with the loss of their only family they know.

#cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl lamb #fate of the red crown #cotl au

[dilf-din]

Yeehawgust Day 1: Gather the Posse

Cowboy!TLOU AU

WC: 1550

Characters: Sarah, Joel, Tommy, Tess, and a surprise guest

Rating: T

Warnings: gun violence, language, David is a creep, author was not a horse girl

A/N: hi friends! Happy Yeehawgust! I’ve got big plans for this month and the prompts we were given. I can’t promise to post every day, but I will do my best! I’ll create a section in my masterlist for all the fics I post this month. Enjoy this little Miller fam beat down that @ellies-little-gun helped me workshop 🤠

Shit. Shit shit shit. Of course the one night she needed him, he decided to head home early. Sarah cursed once more as the door to the sheriff’s office slammed shut behind her. Her boots pounded down the faded white steps into the dusty street below. Her palomino mare whinnied from the post she was tied to, her coat a few shades lighter than the red dirt beneath Sarah’s boots.

“We’ve gotta go find daddy, Harlow,” Sarah explained swinging herself up and into the saddle. Dust flew in a steady stream behind them as they raced to the whitewashed cabin on the edge of town. Every cloud that rose from Harlow’s hooves gave them away like a breadcrumb trail. The sun had faded into a blood red pinprick on the horizon behind her leaving them with nothing but navy skies and a quickly descending chill in the air. Goosebumps danced down her arms as the last rays of warmth retired for the evening.

“Don’t take your eye off her,” she had hissed at Tommy before hurrying out to find Joel. She knew the girl would be safe for now, but if David and his men made a move, there was no way he’d be able to hold them all off alone. She was racing the clock, making every second and stride count.

Within minutes, the grey roof of their homecame into view. She quickly made out Tess’s figure taking their linens down from the line Joel had carefully strung up for them. The white of the sheets was as bright as the stars coming into view with dusk’s arrival.

“Whoa, slow down,” Tess said, holding a hand out and catching Harlow’s chest as the pair came to a stop, a sheen of foam and sweat visible on the mare’s coat from the ride.

“Is dad inside?”

“Yeah, what’s goin’ on?”

Sarah practically flew up the steps, her hat falling off of her curls and hanging around her neck by a thick, leather cord.

The front door was open, leaving only the screen door to separate their living space from the swarm of summer bugs. With Tess on her heels, Sarah entered the house and looked around for her father. He was at the kitchen table propped up by an elbow, a decanter of bourbon uncorked beside him, his boots set neatly in front of his aching feet.

“Might wanna put those back on,” she said gesturing to his boots as she pulled her shotgun down from the rack beside the door.

“Now hold on, what happened baby?”

“That orphan girl we’ve been seein’ around town? She’s at the saloon tonight. David’s been giving her the eye. I was up there with Uncle Tommy. He’s on it for now, but I don’t like where it’s headed.”

“I’ll grab the horses,” Tess nodded after exchanging a quick glance with Joel.

In a second, he had pulled his boots back on and was beside Sarah.

“You know we can’t go in there guns blazing on a whim,” he said with a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“He’s not layin’ a finger on her without losin’ a hand,” Sarah said icily, her jaw set in the same way his did when he had his mind set on something.

Joel nodded and followed her out the door.

Back at the saloon, Tommy sat in the corner sipping a mug of beer, eyes carefully following the situation unfolding in front of him. The girl was at the bar with her back turned to the buzzing room. She was scarfing down a plate of food that Sarah had slipped the bartender a few coins for. She looked like she hadn’t eaten in days, wiry frame, wide brown eyes, disheveled curls sticking out every which way. She couldn’t have been more than fourteen, he reasoned.

It started with a whisper, an almost imperceptible smile across his snakelike features. The red headed man had gestured at her with his pale blue eyes, pointing her out to the taller brunette man always at his right side. Everyone in town knew David’s reputation, the way women disappeared with him never to be seen again. Joel had spent the last several months hunting down a gang of raiders who had been picking off of their herds leaving David and his men to terrorize the townspeople. He wasn’t happy about it, but it was what it was for the time being. He had been waiting for a chance to wrap his hands around that man’s neck.

Tommy sat tight lipped as he saw David push back from his table and start making his way to the bar where the girl sat. Words falling like honey covered venom fell from his tongue as he placed a hand on the small of her back. A chill ran up her spine from the touch, causing Tommy to shift his weight on his stool. He slammed back the rest of his beer, readying himself to approach and intervene. The girl ducked and pulled her head away, no doubt trying to avoid his rancid breath, each exhale laced with the smell of death and alcohol. Tommy saw a glint in his eye he could’ve sworn was a vertical slit, fangs bared to strike in the low light of the saloon. He took a deep breath and strutted over, leaning onto the bar and enveloping the girl in his shadow. She shot him a look that was half thankful and half terrified.

“What’re you doin’ Miller? Stickin’ your nose where it doesn’t belong again?”

“That’s your favorite pastime, innit?” Tommy smiled, thick mustache curling up over his lip.

“Eat shit,” David spat at him, turning his attention back to the girl, “Where were we darlin’?”

“You were telling me about your massive house and all your riches,” she said in an unimpressed tone, still trying to wriggle her shoulder out of his grasp. Tommy didn’t even bother to hide his chuckle.

“Enough chit chat, let’s go get you cleaned up,” he said firmly, trying to tug her from the bar stool.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, creep ass,” she elbowed him hard in the ribs and made a run for the door.

Tommy grasped David on the shoulder to hold him in place, but two of his men followed her out without her knowing.

“Sorry,” Tommy said.

“What for?”

“This,” he slammed the man’s face into the bar nose first and rushed towards the exit without waiting to see the aftermath. Tommy wove through the raucous room, dodging drunk patrons and red lipped waitresses. He burst through the double doors shoulder first to find the space in front of the building empty save a gaggle of horses tied up by the water trough.

“Get off, you motherfucker!” he heard the sound of the kid, her teeth gritted coming from the alley between the saloon and the post office.

Everything that was about to transpire would happen in a matter of seconds.

Joel, Tess, and Sarah thundered up to the front of the saloon, dismounting quickly as David stumbled out the door with blood pouring down his nose and chin, coating his teeth. Tommy ducked into the alleyway after the girl. The two men were blocking her exit from the way she came with one more bringing up the rear. The one behind her was James, David’s top guy. She backed into him with a start and whipped a switchblade out jabbing it between two of his ribs.

The attack caught him off guard, sending him to his knees. Tommy took the opportunity to tackle one of her other assailants, slamming him into the wall. Joel was beside him in a second connecting his fist with the other man’s jaw. Tommy could tell by the glint of moonlight out of the corner of his eye that his brother had slipped his brass knuckles on on the way here.

“Nice.”

“Thanks,” Joel huffed.

Out front, Sarah wasted no time stopping David from joining the fray. While he staggered down the steps, she hoisted her rifle up and slammed it against his neck, pinning him to the wall.

“Where do you think you’re goin’?” she snarled.

“None of your fucking business,” he strained.

“What are you doin’ trying to pick up little kids?” Tess asked with her lip turned up in disgust.

“Oh I’ve got big plans for her,” he smiled, yellow teeth stained red from the blood that was still pouring.

“Wrong answer,” Tess said casually, lazily raising her revolver to fire a round straight into his knee.

He howled in pain while Sarah strengthened her hold on the length of the rifle to make sure he didn’t budge.

Back in the alley, Tommy drew his revolver and alternated aiming it at the three goons they had disarmed.

“Why don’t y’all get out of here ‘fore things get uglier?” he suggested, a fake sympathetic smile on his face.

The three men blinked at him wordlessly until he fired a warning shot into the dirt at their feet, and they scrambled away like a pack of scared dogs. When Tommy turned around, Joel was on one knee talking to the kid.

“Hey, it’s okay, we’re not gonna hurt ya,” he said softly. “I’m Joel, I’m the sheriff. What’s your name?”

“Ellie.”

Taglist: @ellliemilller

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[thebottomfromhell]

hi I absolutely love your writing!!! may I request the upper moons walking in/hearing reader singing a love song that they're so sure is about them, along with their reactions?

not necessary to add, but it'd be funny if reader had that song playing in their head over and over due to how in love they are while in the middle of a meeting with muzan and him going "what the fuck, who is this for, you're pathetic"

thank you so much for your time!

My brain after reading this ask in bethesda game quest format: *skyrim quest initiation drums* Find a song that at least have love included that represents the Uppermoons.

I loved this concept, call me cringe or whatever but if you have never liked a musical song (movie songs included, don't you go on denial. If you liked disney the stfu) or appreciate a good Opera (the LUNGS these people have, try singing in a threater loud enough for everyone to hear you without a mic, I dare you), then you're missing something.

I'm very sorry for the wait, I hope you like this one too. Thank you for the request too, it's something different and I had fun with it.

Uppermoons and GN reader confessing over a song (Musical AU with modern music and spotify/music youtube)

Songs used: [vid with lyrics + translation if needed]

Gyutaro - Your love is my drug (Kesha)

Gyokko - Prisoner (Jeffree Star)

Sekido - Dark red (Steve Lacy)

Karaku - Perro fiel (Shakira ft. Nicky Jam)

Urogi - Balada (Gusttavo Lima)

Aizetsu - Name of love (Bebe Rexha and Martin Garrix)

Nakime - Boyfriend (Dove Cameron)

Akaza - Love story (Indila)

Douma - Shut up and listen (Nicholas Bonnin)

Kokushibou - Tsuki no curse (Reika Okina)

Warnings: My broken taste in music, sexual content mentioned (in song), sexual content implied, slight drug use mentioned (in song), Akaza sings in french and slight angst, yandere behavior (in song),

Gyutaro:

"Maybe I need some rehab. Or maybe just need some sleep. I got a sick obsession. I'm seein' it in my dreams." Holy SHIT you listen Kesha? He listens Kesha too! His sister was the one to introduce him to the artist and, he admits, the songs are very catchy. "What you got, boy, is hard to find! I think about all the time.I'm all strung out, my heart is fried. I just can't get you off my mind" "Your love is my drug" is not really his favorite from her, "blah blah blah" and "cannibal" take that prize by far (no, it's not because it's fun to sing as if he was high, he doesn't sing... at all... no, Daki, he just said he would not-)

"Because your love, your love! Your love is my drug! Your love, your love, your love!" Fuck. He really didn't mean to, he just... did it. You look at him surprised, you didn't even know he was around. Still you laugh a bit with him as he keeps singing as he forces you into his shoulder and back like he does with Daki. "I said your love, your love, your love is my drug! Your love, your love, your love!" He moves slightly, careful not to drop you, he just looks so active and joyful.

You are addicted to this side of him to, this one it barely shows, that side of him that is actually fun to be with, chaotic and messy the same way he is intimate and caring. This is your guy. "But left to my own devices I'm addicted, it's a crisis. My friends think I've gone crazy." He interrupts again. "OH! I like this part! My judgment's getting kinda hazy. My steeze is gonna be affected if I keep it up like a lovesick crackhead." You let him keep singing, until it gets to a part that is important to you, in ehich you get off Gyutaro to cup his face in your hands, making eye contact.

"I don't care what people say. The rush is worth the price I pay. I get so high when you're with me. But crash and crave you when you leave." There, you got it, you see his eyes glow a little as he keeps looking at you, face blushing. He gets it. He always gets it, even when he doesn't want to. "Wow. Ne, just... wow. This song is perfect for you, y'know?" You chuckle a little at that. "How about you? Do you also feel like that?" He looks at the other side a bit embarrased before nodding. "I do, ne. The song is good. Really good." Maybe that is why you spend the rest of the night singing it, along with other songs from Kesha. It was lovely (Also, he nails it at blah blah blah), you wilk repite it again.

Gyokko:

"I got no regrets. And I remember the day that we met. There was no way that I could forget you.So I followed you home. And I waited 'til you were alone." Ok, Gyokko doesn't even own a home, staying at the house of his victims for a week or so doesn't count, even if you have followed him to one or two of them. He was the one to invite you, the behaviors of this song is not yours. If it had to be someone's, it would be Gyokko's. "And I know this seems so wrong. But I'm just a lovesick criminal."

"Oh! I knew you had good taste, but this is amazing!" You never stfu faster than that, closing your mouth the second you heard Gyokko's voice. You turn around and he seems... cheerful. "You can arrest me, baby, I don't wanna leave. Lock me up, throw away the key. I don't care if I'm in trouble deep. I'm addicted to your love." He keeps singing it, moving with the beat. You knew the song was his taste, but you didn't expect this outcome. "I love that song. One of my favorites. And the fact that you love it too! It's magnificent!" Still, if he is aware of the main reason you like the song, he doesn't let it show.

"I'll be your prisoner. I'll be your prisoner tonight." You keep goin, not knowing if it's to pretend nothing happened or if you are just vibing with it, but you both keep going. "I, I, I, I'm under your spell. And I just can't get enough!" You don't talk about it until you finish the song, but... you will, you can sense it. But you can also see Gyokko smiling, enjoying the time with you. "I'm prepared for all the consequences." "Believe me, I have the worst intentions." "I'm prepared for all the consequences! Believe me, believe me!"

You will be fine.

Sekido:

Sekido is NOT going to apologize, he never even thought about it. Sure, he was rude to you and maybe crossed a line or two, but you made him angry first. You also crossed the line this time! He doesn't even remember what you said to each other, but he remember it was bad. Why would he apologize if he is wondering if he even should forgive you. "Something bad is 'bout to happen to me. I don't know it, but I feel it coming. Might be so sad, might leave my nose running. I just hope she don't wanna leave me." He stopped when he heard your voice.

Sekido was never the one to plead, he was never the one to even ask for things. He is by far the most prideful of the clones. But if you were actually to go, to leave- "Don't you give me up, please don't give up. Honey, I belong with you, and only you, baby. Only you, my girl, only you, babe. Only you, darling, only you, babe. Only you, my girl, only you, babe. Only you, darling, only you." Wouldn't he beg like this, so pitiful and needy, because even if he doesn't want to admit it... he loves you. "Y/N."

He interrupts you, making you just realize he is there. "Is this... how you feel. Or am I reading this wrong?" He gets close slowly, but you can't really answer. You also don't want to be the one to apologize first, to admit you need him as much as he needs you without knowing what he is feeling. After some seconds of silence Sekido looks away and starts singing what you just sand, but more like a murmur, if the lips separated less then it would onlu be a hum. "Don't you give me up, please don't give up. Honey, I belong with you, and only you, baby." It sounds sincere. It is.

None of you apologizes, you both just keep... singing and huming. Just staying together, not wanting to leave. At all.

Karaku:

"C'mon, what were you humming, hot-stuff? I heard you just now. I promise not to laugh even if it's a lame virging song." He is teasing you. Of course he is, but he won't leave you alone until you obey. "How about you sing it? Since the song is clearly stuck in your head." How did he actually convince you? Only Karaku knows, but in the end you do as he says. Maybe you wanted this, to take it out of your chest. He has no way you actually think about him everytime you hum this song. Is like conffesing without actually doing so. "Aquí estás. Ya no puedes detenerte. ¿Dónde vas? Si estoy loco por tenerte." He seems to recognize the song, raising an eyebrow while smirking. "¿Cómo lo iba a saber? Que te vería otra vez. Tú me confundes no sé qué hacer...." You stop.

This is embarrasing, you better leav- "Yo lo que quiero es pasarla bien. Yo tengo miedo de que me guste, y me haga enloquecer. Si eso pasa yo seguiré. Contigo aquí como un perro fiel." Oh.... oh. He likes the song, and you don't know why, but that alone raises your confidence. Specially when he grabs your hand to make you spin around, as if dancing, laughing cheerfuly and loudly when you follow the lead. "Yo tengo miedo de que me guste, y me haga enloquecer." "Like that! Keep it up." You do, sometimes he moves as if to dance, mostly keeping himself roamimg around you, interrupting to sing himself or cheer up at times.

"Dicen que tú eres peligrosa. No le hago caso a esas cosas. Dime qué está pasando. Me tienes como un loco, soy un loco enamorado, eh." "Crazy man in love", that parts come from your heart, because you are in love. He puts one hand behind your head and the other in your waist before going the next part. "Quiero saber cuánto me vas a insistir. Y hasta dónde llegarías por mí. Siento mucho la espera. Pero valdrá la pena cuando te esté besando." "When I kiss you", and he just finishes the verse by doing so. And damn if it isn't worth every damn second of yearning. He speaks again after pulling apart, only inches away from your face. "Best love confession ever, hot-stuff. Very nice to use a "romantic" language. Keep coming for me and I'll keep you as mine, got it?"

What else were you meant to do but nod? Damn, you don't have to be a genius to know where the night is going. And you are going to like it.

Urogi:

For context... You were singing, only to stop when Urogi appeared from the sky. Now he has been following you "C'mon, sing again. PLISS? I like that song, I promise. I just want to hear you sing it." It took less than an hour of whining and puppy-eyes to convince you.

"Eu já lavei o meu carro, regulei o som. Já 'tá tudo preparado, vem que o brega é bom. Menina fica a vontade, entre e faça a festa. Me liga mais tarde, vou adorar, vamos nessa" And Urogi interrupts, to your surprise, singing the next part as he flies around you, grabbing your hands in his, exagerating movements as if dancing. "Gata, me liga, mais tarde tem balada! Quero curtir com você na madrugada! Dançar, pular até o Sol raiar! C'MON, IT'S YOUR TURN Y/N!" You follow the song and repear that same fragment before Urogi steals the next part again.

"O tchê tcherere tchê tchê! Tcherere tchê tchê! Tchê, tchê, tchê!" The song barely says anything at all. It's barely has content, but... it fits Urogi. It's more a thing of vibe than of actual words. "Se você me olhar vou querer te pegar. E depois namorar, curtição. Que hoje vai rolar." Really, it's simple, the song could be sintesized in a "let's party and if I catch your eye let's stay together the whole night", but it's cheerful, full of joy, very light... very Urogi. Maybe that is why you like it.

You are unsure if Urogi gets what you are really feeling, but he gets completely the song. And he does want to stay with you and have fun the whole night. It's a win. You will be able to explain things to him later, but for now. "Gusttavo Lima!"

Aizetsu:

"If I told you this was only gonna hurt. If I warned you that the fire's gonna burn. Would you walk in? Would you let me do it first? Do it all in the name of love?" Just after you finish that part you feel a hand on your shoulder, you turn around to see Aizetsu. You blush at the realization he found you singing, though he is blushing too. "Would you mind if I sing with you?" He doesn't explain himself futher as he asks shyly, you can only nod as he takes a breath to continue the song.

"Would you let me lead you even when you're blind? In the darkness, in the middle of the night. In the silence, when there's no one by your side." He looks at you as if waiting you to join, smiling softly as he offers his hand. "Would you call in the name of love?" You take it. "In the name of love, name of love. In the name of love, name of love. In the name of." You basically also hum together the instrumental, in a softer version. You spare glances on each other, deep and adoring.

"When there's madness, when there's poison in your head." It's almost as if you were actually talking. "When the sadness leaves you broken in your bed." You sure get that Aizetsu means it. Every word of it, that is why he wanted to sing with you. "I will hold you in the depths of your despair." "And it's all in the name of love" And so. "I wanna testify." "Scream in the holy light." "You bring me back to life." And it's all in the name of love. That you look at each other, hold your hands, talk. Because you do talk once you both finish.

"I love you a lot. Do you.. it would make me sad if you were not singing for me like I was singing for you.... but I would unders-" you must interrupt him "I was singing for you too." He smiles softly at you. "Can.... can I kiss you? Please?" No, because you kiss him first. What a lovely song, lovely night, and lovely romance.

Nakime:

"I could be a better boyfriend than him, I could do the shit that he never did. Up all night, I won't quit." Not the type of melody Nakime is used to, the opposite, but it's a nice song. "Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman." You sing with the most care, because you know she is watching, she is hearing, even if you can't see her. This is her castle, after all.

You know what you are doing, the message that you are giving. Nakime loves music, what better way to confess than with a song. And this is a song which just... vibes with her. You have no idea if she has ever heard it before, but it seems it doesn't matter. "I don't need to tell you twice. All the ways he can't suffice. If I could give you some advice. I would leave with me tonight." It doesn't, because she is talented in her art. So she plays the biwa, making a beat for you to follow. "The universe must have divined this, mmm, mmm. Ladies first, baby, I insist."

"I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did. Up all night, I won't quit. Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman." She sings this part with you, using the biwa to also change the settings. It gets a bit dizzy, but you love the display. She is very proud of her power. "Plus all my clothes would fit." She sings that part alone once you are both in the same room.

You look at her, she smiles at you. Seeing you are not going to sing anymore, she speaks. "I liked your song. Let's do this again some time. It's a date." She says, just before leaving you in your home. A date... you are proud of yourself, that's it. The lesbian power of the song did it trick, like you knew it would. You. Won.

Akaza:

Akaza doesn't know why he hasn't shown himself, he just... got lost in the song. It's one he knows, the melody,, the lyrics, the meaning... "Il n'est pas fou. Il l'aime c'est tout. Il la voit partout. Il l'attend debout. Debout une rose à la main. Non, non plus rien ne le retient." It's a lovely song, he can't think other way to describe it that is not deppressing, to be honest, and he doesn't want to think this song as sad, even if his chest aches a bit with it. "Dans sa love story!" "It's a love story", as said before, he knows the lyrics, he knows the meaning, and Akaza likes it. You keep singing for a while before even realizing he is there, but one second you open your eyes and turn around, facing the golden eyes.

"Em... how long have you been standing there?" You ask embarrased, blushing as Akaza also has some red in his cheeks. He doesn't answer your question, just takes some steps forward to grab gently yet firm, somehow desesperate, your hands into his. "Can you please keep singing? Please?" He asks twice, looking away as he whispers the secon pleading. You decide to just keep singing. "Je serai riche. Et je t'offrirai tout mon or. Et si tu t'en fiches. Je t'attendrai sur le port. Et si tu m'ignores...." "And if you ignore me...."

You know, you have seen, that Akaza is mourning, yearning, or something. You don't know, he himself doesn't know, but that nostalgia and melancholy.... sometimes you feel it takes him away from you. That is why you didn't want him to listen you sing about him, to confess. Because you are unsure id he will "Je t'offrirai mon dernier souffle de vie." "Give you the las breath of my life" and yet he keeps singing for you without letting your hands go. "Dans ma love story!"

"Et il y a toi..." Akaza waits for you to continue, tender and adoring eyes, "Et il y a moi." Yes! There is you. There is! And you are hopeful Akaza is there, is here, too."Et personne n'y croit. Mais l'amour fait d'un fou un roi. Et si tu m'ignores.... J'me battrai encore et encore!" "C'est ta love story!" You take that as a confession, and it shows in your blushed face and adoring eyes, he seems to agree in it. "C'est ta love story!" And of course, you join. "C'est l'histoire d'une vie! Love story!" You just look at each other, not bothering with the world, and giving in to tentation. You both kiss.

(And actually have to talk things through AFTER, you know? This is not a musical, as romantic as it was.)

Douma:

"Shut up and listen. Look at my eyes, don't tell me lies. I need you to tell me truth." You started singing on your own, but Douma got in the room, looking curious. He doesn't move besides closing the door besides him, doesn't speak, just... stands ghere, watching you. But part of you feels like he is urging for more. It's hard to tell, because he always urging for more of everything. "You gotta be clear, tell me the details. I gotta know as much as it hurts. I need you to tell me the truth." More violence, food, attention, power, sensations, pain... it's unclear most of the times. It becomes really hard to tell if he actually likes you.

"Bet you like it when I show up in a gown. Let my body work it out, slow your grind. Don't tell me to stop it, just let me on top and. Baby, you want it, yeah." He sings after you repeat the same part, maybe he hust wanted to do that. If it's because he wants to share the song with you or if he is just messing around... Douma himself probably isn't 100% sure. "When you tie me, do it slow, forget the time. Move position, take me south, ease your mind. Don't tell me to stop it, just let me on top and. Baby, you want it, yeah." He goes to grab you, to press his body against you. He understands the lyrics, not being able to recognize emotions doesn't make him stupid or inmune to sex. This is probably how the night will end.

Maybe it's better that way. "Slow it down if you need to, oh. Show me how just to please you. Ooh, work it out in the sheets. Do me and see through, I want to you feel you." Staying safe, showing intimacy in a way Douma can actually understand it, instead of leaving him guessing and wondering how he should feel. How a normal human, even a normal demon, would feel. You wish these things could be explainede with words in a language Douma fully knows. But the language is not the problem, nor is Douma or you.

You spend the night together, limbs tangling both bodies. Douma is content, satified, you too. Even if you feel like there a lot more things to say, but there is hardly a moment or a way to do so....

Kokushibou:

"Tsuki no kaasu tsumetai yume no naka de....." If you ask Kokushibou, music that is not in japanese is not real music. He is stuck in his own ass, always too focused on tradition and hierarchy and how japan is the "raising sun" blah blah blah. Sometimes he gets very annoying like that, to the point loving him does feel like a curse. "Kotoba no nai sekai de. Bokura wa ai wo kataru. Itsuka kimi ni todoku made..." wait a sec- Kokushibou is behind you, isn't he? You turn around and yep, he is. "Kokushibou-san...."

He keeps quiet for a while, like always, until he finally thinks he has something worth saying. "I like that song. Can you keep singing for me?" You really wanted to say no, but you also wanted to sing for him. After all, this song is recorded in your mind just for him. "Tsuki no kaasu. Tsumetai yume no naka kara. Kimi wo tooku tsuresaritakute. Dokomade yukeru. Ai wo shinjite ii basho made." Maybe another person, demon or human, would have joined and singed with you. Kokushibou did not.

"Dokomade yukeru. Ai wo shinjite ii basho made. Yoru no mukou futari dake de." Ypu finished the song for him, barely getting any reaction. This song is really perfect for you both. "Thank you for singing for me." He barely understands, it's not a surprise for you to have to actually explain it. "I did it because that is how I feel about you." Silence again, you are more than used to it. Kokushibou is not a person of intimacy, of sharing feelings, he clearly doesn't know how to answer back, and part of you feels guilty for putting him in the situation of having to. "I see."

He leaves after that, and you know he will evade you for at least a week or two from know own. If you are lucky he will want to talk about it after that and tell you he feels the same. But until then... it's a "Moon's curse in this icy dream."

Bonus:

Muzan: And then Nakime is going to su-

*Song from above starts playing in the background*

Muzan: Excu- *looking around* ..... Who is playing....?

Akaza: Is something wrong, Muzan-sama?

Muzan: Am I the only one hearing this?

Gyutaro: ..... I don't hear anything.

Nakime: Sorry.

Kokushibou: Hmn?

. . .

Y/N humming with the song on their head: Mhmnhmnhmn mhn hmn hmn mhn.

Muzan: SHUT THE FUCK UP, IT'S BEEN 5 HOURS WITH THAT SAME SONG! AT LEAST PUT SOMETHING DIFFERENT! Pathetic creature, who is this even for?!

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #karaku #gyutaro #sekido #akaza #douma #kokushibou #nakime #urogi #aizetsu #gyokko #bruh what is it with my taste in music? #like Jeffree Star and Indila in the same post? #I grew up with Shakira and Gusttavo Lima on the radio #I NEEDED a brasilian song for Urogi ok? #And Karaku's hips don't lie so Shakira for him #Love Story is Akaza x anyone after Koyuki song #don't include Simon Curtis/Jeffree Star challenge fail

[i23kazu]

say no to this

warnings – mentions of abuse in passing, it's not descriptive. also diluc cheats on you. honestly i'd tag this as suggestive because there's a bit of IMPLIED sexy times in this one but i didn't write it in!

characters – diluc x fem!reader [can be read as gn!reader if you'd like, but feminine terminology (wife, mother, etc) is still there]

a/n – the second part of my hamilton au! all lyrics go to lin manuel miranda, i don't take credit for any of it. i had to rewrite some parts of the song to fit the au! please reblog if you enjoyed this! the song is "say no to this" from hamilton :3 link to series post.

There's nothing like summer in the city, Ying thought. Someone under stress meets someone looking pretty – there's trouble in the air, even you can smell it. Our dear Ragnvindr's by himself: I think I'll let him tell it.

( diluc's pov )

I hadn't slept in a week – I was weak, I was awake. You've never seen a bastard orphan more in need of a break. Between longing for Jean and I was missing my wife – that's when Miss Donna Reynolds walked into my life.

The girl said, " Mr Ragnvindr, I know you are a man of honor. I'm so sorry to bother you at home, but I don't know where to go, and I came here all alone."

Reynolds added, "My husband's doin' me wrong. He's been beatin' me, cheatin' on me, and mistreatin' me. But suddenly he's up and gone, and I don't have the means to go on."

I sighed. The Reynolds family was a notoriously broken one – James Reynolds was a gambler and a drunkard, a wife beater, even. Donna Reynolds took the brunt of it all.

Therefore, I offered her a loan and offered to walk her home – I was luckily she lived close by, otherwise I wouldn't have offered in lieu of the mountains of paperwork that welcomed me in my abode. Once we were out on the streets, Donna tapped my shoulder.

"Yes?"

"Oh, nothing – you're too kind, sir."

I felt a deep pity for her life, and gave her thirty bucks that I had kept away.

"I live a block away," she said. "This one's mine, sir."

Donna walked up the steps to her home, breath trembling. She placed her hand on

Then I said, "Well, I should head back home. Goodni-"

What I wasn't expecting was the matriarch of the Reynolds family to grab my wrist tightly, and pull me into her house.

"Mrs Reynolds, I really should be going-"

"Just follow me, Diluc." Donna turned red, and led me to her bed.

(WAHOO SEXY TIMES WAAAOW i'm not writing this shit.)

That was when I began to pray. Archons, show me how to say no to this. How do I not know how to say no to this? Barbatos, she looks so helpless. (And her body's saying, "Hell, yes.)

No, show me how to say no to this.

I don't know how to say no to this!

In my mind, I promise you, (Y/N) – I'm trying to go, but all of a sudden her mouth was on mine, and I don't say no.

I couldn't say no.

On my account, I wish I could say that was the last time – I know, I said that last time, but it became a pastime. A month into this endeavor with Donna, I received a letter from a Mr. James Reynolds, even better. It said:

"Dear Sir, I hope this letter finds you in good health And in a prosperous enough position to put wealth In the pockets of people like me down on their luck You see, that was my wife who you decided to-"

Fuuuuuuuu-.

"Uh oh, you made the wrong sucker a cuckold So time to pay the piper for the pants you unbuckled And hey, you can keep seein' my whore wife If the price is right, if not I'm telling your wife."

I hid the letter and I raced to her place. I screamed, "How could you?" in her face, but she said;

"No, sir!"

Donna was half dressed and apologetic: a mess, she looked pathetic, she was crying.

"Please, don't go, Diluc!"

"So was your whole story a setup?" I asked angrily, throwing the letter into her face.

"I don't know about any letter!"

"Stop crying, archons, dammit, get up!"

"I didn't know any better!"

"I am ruined! My career is ruined." I wanted to tear my hair out in that moment.

"Please, don't leave me with him helpless!" Donna was sobbing into my lap.

"I am helpless, how could I do this?"

"Diluc, please – just give him what he wants and you can have me!" I don't want you.

"Whatever you want, if you pay, you can stay! Please!"

Barbatos, show me how to say no to this. I don't know how to say no to this.

But this situation's helpless, right? Who am I to deny a person in need?

"There is nowhere I can go!" Donna cried. I couldn't think straight anymore, and I kissed the girl on my lap.

To tell you the truth, when her body's on mine, I don't say no. I can't say no.

Say no to this, Diluc.

Yes.

"So?" James Reynolds smirked, in my mind. I could picture that gleeful grin of that man when I give him the money.

Nobody needs to know. I'm sorry, (Y/N).

wahoo sorry i put this story on hold for so long!! hope yall enjoyed and dont worry the next part will definitely be better <3 please reblog with tags and comments :") i wont tag this with the astronetwrk tag because this is suggestive ueueue

#diluc x reader #diluc x fem reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #mildly suggestive – this part is about cheating tbh. #also emotional and physical abuse is mentioned #so i'd be warned if i were yall :") #you can search up the lyrics to Say No To This (Hamilton) if you want to see the premise of this story #[📝 stewardess' notepad!] #hamilton #hamilton au

[blood-mocha-latte]

the WIP ask game! because Rie I swear I woke up just today thinking about the baberoe western Princess Bride AU! because the snippet u show me lives in my head rent-free. PLEASE keep working on it 🥺 and tell me more ehehehe

BABEROE WILD WEST PRINCESS BRIDE AU LET'S GOOOOOOO

basically it's a study of post civil war america and the wild west. because Gay Cowboys. oh and also the princess bride. and apothecaries and alchemists. so. very self-indulgent but it's my baby.

snippet time!

Edward’s hand is sturdy, in his, strong and warm and calloused. Gene is almost angry about it, but keeps a hold of him. The last thing he needs is to get lost in the same damned woods that his mère had always warned him about.

“I think that’s the whole damn point, you know?” He asks, accent quick and twisting and the sudden ache that shoots through Gene’s chest is so real, so visceral, that for a moment, he’s blinded by it.

“What,” Eugene says, and hopes his own voice doesn’t catch on the word. “War?” Babe hums, tracing his steps through the undergrowth carefully, silently. 

He doesn’t make a single noise, in the whole damn forest. The only thing that’d ever give him away would be his hair, bright and red and the same fire that Gene’s been seein’ every night since he was told Edward Heffron was dead eight years ago.

“Yeah.” He says. “Make you leave your people. Your friends. Your…” When he trails off, chances a look at Gene, Eugene is quick to glance away. The trees out here are so thick he can’t see ten feet in front of him, the air so thick and humid that he could almost feel it settling over him, like a film. “Your everything. That’s all it is. Take away who you love from what you love and make sure that everyone’s so miserable they’ll want to fight. Want to kill their own people. Want to…”

Edward trails off again. Gene doesn’t say a damn thing. The woods creak.

“I ain’t the same as I was, y’know?” Babe asks him, voice light, but it still rings as almost a warning. “I ain’t a boy anymore, Gene.” 

Gene hurts. “I know,” He says, and all twenty-six years of him seem to resonate with it. “I ain’t, either.”

#rie answers #i LOVE this wip. with all mah heart #baberoe

[valleydean]

Chapter 7 [Read Here]

HEAVYWEIGHT a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read from beginning | playlist | ko-fi

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1927. The Golden Age of Boxing. Two years ago, light heavyweight champion Dean Winchester and heavyweight champion Castiel Novak had a secret affair. After a scandal tarnished Cas’ name and stripped him of his title, the two parted ways. Now, with a heavyweight tournament on the horizon, Dean aims to up his weight class so he can compete for the title. He finds unexpected competition when Cas comes out of retirement and returns to New York to fix his reputation. Upon their reunion, the two contenders learn that, outside of the ring, some bruises never really heal.

PREVIEW:

When he actually did see Dean again, he was nearly knocked down by the blow of it.

They were on the Waldorf side of the hotel. Mick had followed the sound of the music and laughter to one of the lounges—an intimate room that was decorated in various shades of red, from the carpet to the wallpaper to the furniture’s upholstery.

Dean was sitting at one of the armchairs near the fireplace, the flickering light basking his skin and turning the color of his drink to a translucent amber as he lifted it to his lips. Sam was in the chair next to him, his eyes scanning the room with mild interest.

The smoke cloud rising from the chattering groups of people stifled Castiel’s throat. The music from the band in the corner clashed violently against his ears. Quickly, he tore his eyes away from the brothers in the hope that he hadn’t attracted either of their gazes.

Mick apparently hadn’t seen them yet. He was watching the band with a tipsy grin on his face and his eyes twinkling with delight. “This seems like the spot to be.”

Castiel couldn’t disagree more. He swallowed hard, fishing for an excuse as he battled his every urge to look at Dean. “It… It’s too loud in here. We should—”

“Hey, Cas!”

Castiel froze at the sound of Sam’s voice. When he started to thaw, dread melted into a pool in his gut. It left him suddenly too hot. The stuffy room felt claustrophobic.

Mick’s eyes widened, seeming culpable for having brought Castiel into the lounge. Castiel knew, logically, it wasn’t Mick’s fault. If anything, it was Castiel’s own fault for agreeing to come to the party in the first place, knowing Dean would be there.

But perhaps that was what had swayed him toward the decision in the first place.

Briefly, he wondered if he could ignore Sam, pretend that he hadn’t heard him. Then, Sam called again, “Cas!”

It was no use. Castiel glanced over, seeing Sam waving at him. Beside him, Dean’s silhouette was framed by the hearth’s light at his back. He sipped on his drink, eyes burning into Castiel over the rim of his glass.

Castiel sighed and turned toward them.

Mick grabbed him by the arm. “We don’t have to go over there.”

Yes, logically, Castiel knew it wasn’t Mick’s fault. He couldn’t have known Dean would be in that room. He hadn’t planned it. Still, Castiel’s frustration jumped as he shot Mick a weary glare. The sound of Mick’s voice, usually calming, was suddenly too grating.

He slouched toward Dean and Sam. Mick followed on his heels, sticking close, as if he were a wall Castiel could lean on if need be. Castiel got the urge to shove him away. He kept his hands to himself.

“Sam,” Castiel said when he reached their chairs. Sam smiled pleasantly up at him, and Castiel only briefly broke eye contact to glance at Dean. “Hello, Dean.”

“Hey-ya, Cas,” Dean said through a sharp smile, all teeth. “Hey, Mick.”

“Winchester,” Mick said tightly. “Nice seein’ ya. How’re you doing?”

“Never better,” Dean said, tone as blunt as a fist aimed directly at Castiel’s gut.

Mick’s chest brushed against Castiel’s shoulder. The contact should have been comforting, but instead, all it did made Castiel tingle with shame. It felt wrong to stand beside Mick under Dean’s eyes. Like Castiel was betraying Dean in some way.

He tried not to think that way, especially upon recalling what Dean had done earlier that night. With that woman—whoever she was. It didn’t matter. Castiel would leave Dean to his meaningless dalliances, and he should expect the same treatment from Dean.

Not that his relationship with Mick was meaningless. Unlike Dean, Castiel was trying to build himself a new life instead of dwelling on the past.

He realized he was staring at Dean, and Dean was staring back. He didn’t know when the last time either of them had blinked was. Castiel couldn’t tear his eyes away. He was numb to everything else.

“You enjoying the party?” Mick asked from somewhere very far away.

“Uh, yeah,” Sam answered. “It’s, uh…”

“Yeah, we’re having a grand old time, aren’t we, Sammy?” Dean asked, his eyes still boring into Castiel’s.

Castiel’s insides tightened like he was reacting to a hit. Finally, he managed to blink. It broke the spell. He turned his face toward Mick, and he could no longer feel Dean’s eyes carving him up. He had to extract himself from that situation while he still had the chance.

“I forgot something in our room. I have to go get it,” he lied, and he paused to give Mick the opportunity to say he’d leave with Castiel.

Mick seemed to pick up on that. He opened his mouth, but Sam spoke first: “Mind if I walk with you? I should—” much to Castiel’s dismay, he was already standing up, grunting in the motion, “probably stretch my legs.”

Castiel blinked at him, wondering if it was rude to say no. Sam was giving him a funny look which suggested he wasn’t truly interested in stretching his legs. Last time they’d met, Sam had been digging for information. Castiel had no doubt he was about to do the same thing again.

He just didn’t know how to say no.

He could avoid Sam’s questions. The important thing was getting away from Dean. Reluctantly, he nodded, and then told Mick, “I’ll be right back.”

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#destiel #deancas #dean winchester #castiel #cas #destiel fic #deancas fic #my post #my writing #heavyweight #boxing fic

[nami-ramen]

Yo I keep seein stuff about ai variants of glitchy red. I was wonderin if they're just au's or if you could actually talk to em and if so where would you talk to em? :D

As much as I know,everything started when someone on twitter drew a characterAI Glitchy Red bot(the very popular yandere one) as some sort of interpretation of it,everyone liked the idea and everyone started making their own versions too,some ppl started calling their own vers of Glitchy’s AIs too,even if they not connected to that bot(for example my “No_Data_Red”,I call him AI too but he’s not connected to that bot also i thinking abt making him separate ver of Red,not another Glitchy ver)

That’s all how I can explain all this

[inkdemon-whore]

yo

al/alex/alta | adult | he/him it/its (trying these out) | aspec multi fandom/fandom hopper | proship | atheistic satanist (the 7 tenets)

tw tag list: mostly for the batim/batdr au, but also includes most tw tags i use

archived blogs: @the-core-archive | @alta-2016-2018 | @alta-2018-2020 | @saved-as-jpeg (&lt;<< for REALLY old art, saved because i like looking at how much i've grown as an artist, maybe it'll inspire someone to start/keep drawin, idk. warning, cringe child art from 2005-ish)

active-ish blogs/sites: @inkdemonslament (ask/story telling blog) | @altadud (reblogs, nothing gets tagged. asked santa if i could have an "e" for x-mas, so url might change soon) | ao3 (not super active and don't really know how it works)

tumblr bday: may 15th, 2015

as an scp, i'm classed as safe. the foundation has locked me here for years. my art on the other hand, is keter and breaches containment constantly.

getting more blue checkmarks any time i see a post bitching about them naturally on my dash. i will not buy more just cuz you send an ask ragging on them. i'm stupid, but i ain't that stupid.

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fandoms i'm in, or more accurately, stuff i like. red is what i'm makin art for at the moment/my current hyper fixation.

pokemon (drawn stuff for)

sonic (old art, can't be found anymore)

a monster in paris (old art, can't be found anymore)

undertale/deltarune (drawn stuff for)

BATIM/BATDR (drawn stuff for) [currently doin an au for this, tag is "daddy ink demon au". post to catch you up/tell ya what it is -1- -2-. or just bioshock big daddy but it's ink bendy and an early version of audrey] {making a master list}

steven universe (drawn stuff for)

dream smp (drawn stuff for)

hermitcraft

fnaf (drawn stuff for)

fnf (drawn stuff for)

ddlc

OFF by mortil ghost

yume niki

centaurworld (drawn stuff for)

encanto (drawn stuff for)

mystery skulls animated (drawn stuff for)

the girl from the other side (drawn stuff for)

spooky month (drawn stuff for)

the stanley parable/tspud

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tiny faq:

can i make fanart/fanfics based on your stuff?

yes yes yes yes yes -grabby hands- please do, i love seein that stuff. you can @ me, send it as a gift on ao3, or put it in my sub box. also just be sure to link back to me in some way (such as an @ or linking my blog)

can i dub your comics?

oh FUCK YES!! go for it n send it to me, i wanna see!!

can i use your art as an icon?

yee sure, just link back to me.

you're proship?

yea, if i'm shipping the character's i'll tag it with "tw ship" or "proship". if ya don't see that tag, it's not a ship. i don't do discourse/fandom wank, i'm just the art guy. if ya wanna know more, read the carrd linked above, or go to @/sl-ug's blog as a starting point (they're workin on a paper, i think it's neat)

nsfw?

here? other than suggestive stuff and jokes, no, not really. i have things tagged for blacklist though, being #nsfw and #nude/#nudity. old post won't be put under the new filter thing unless it gets flagged (mostly cuz i'm lazy), but newer post will. if you're askin about an alt.... -coughs-

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might update this every now and then.

#al #talk

[equallyshaw]

𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓲𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓭 | 𝓶𝓪𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝔃𝓪𝓵 𝓪𝓾 ↠ love at first sight! ↠ au masterlist!

↠ warnings: none? ↠ word count: 2.3K +

when sydney told olivia that they'd be hosting the team's new years party that year, olivia was not too thrilled. she was looking rather forward to spending the night out on the town, but once sydney demanded her sister's presence that evening; she'd be getting it come hell or highwater. it was around 7 pm when she heard music beginning to play, throughout the house and sighed. she had just finished her makeup and hair for the evening, and quickly sent a few texts out to her best friends naomi and nastia, who were in california and chicago that evening. sydney propped open her door just a bit, "can you watch the girls for a few minutes?" and with that olivia turned around with a huge grin on her face with her hands open wide for her two nieces for them to run towards her. she picked both of them up and pretended to eat them, causing them to shriek loudly bringing a smile to sydney's face.

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it was two hours later, and after many many rounds of playing barbies with the two girls- she was relieved by another wag for a bit to grab a drink. she sighed loudly and playfully, once she reached the kitchen counter where matt and sydney were talking with another player. "god! they are so mini you's." she teased while opening up a seltzer, to which matt laughed loudly. "they are a mini syd." he joked, causing sydney to slap his arm playfully. "you are off babysitting duty for the night, i promise." sydney mused passing a small plate snacks,f from the charcuterie board. "good. i could use the night off every once in awhile." she joked, causing the two parents to laugh and tease her relentlessly. "oh! you need a night off?" both sydney and matt joked, causing her to giggle. "why yes!" she hummed, before taking her plate and drink towards the living room. she quickly made her way over towards grace - anders lee's wife and holly, bo horvat's wife. "hey!" grace beemed, pulling the red head into a small hug. "hi holls!" grace said hugging holly as well, "what have i missed?" she grinned sipping some of her drink. "oh lets fill you in!" grace joked, and the three went into catching up mode.

this was the first time in a few years that olivia had made it home for the holidays, her father and mother had been visiting her for the past four plus years while she had been at school in los angeles. she hadn't come back for much of her breaks, besides the off-season, because she was a sucker for new england summers.

she was engrossed in a long conversation when mat had shown up at the party. he greeted some teammates, and their partners before he saw the infamous red head that was never to be found. since matt had been traded from toronto, he had yet to see olivia in the flesh.

oh, how he could not bare to look away.

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it was around 11 when mat had finally worked up the courage to say hi and introduce himself. the two found themselves in the kitchen grabbing some refreshment replacements, and snacking on some more appetizers. "you're olivia right?" mat asked as the two hadn't said anything to each other for a few minutes. she looked up from her phone, and nodded. "yes. and you are?" she questioned looking at mat. she had never seen him before, and she could see the somewhat arrogance oozing off of him. he looked at her, taking in her blue eyes. god, mat knew he was officially gone - even if she hadn't spoken more than a few words to him.

"im mat." he said not moving from where he stood, a few feet away from her. she nodded giving him a small nod, "nice to meet you mat." she said respectfully. he nodded, continuing to look at her as he sipped his amber looking drink. "this is the first time I've see you before, what got you over to the east coast?" he said somewhat teasing, somewhat seriously. she sipped her drink before responding, "well, I've been in los angeles at ucla for the past four years. i graduated in 2022, but haven't had a chance to come back since the summertime. which meant you weren't here." she mirroring his tone. he tsked his tongue, "such a shame. I've heard a lot about you, and how fun you are." he said grinning. "oh really? i am just enough fun, thankyou." she hummed, "a respectable amount." she teased cocking her head to the side just a bit. "interesting. but seriously, syd and matt always said that you're welcome but that you never take up their offer?" he questioned, sipping more of his drink.

the fucking nerve of this dude, she thought.

"well, thats not really your business is it?" she questioned slyly. he chuckled as she sighed, knowing he was not giving up. "since my parents moved to california full time, i really don't have a huge reason to come back here. besides, long island is their home. not mine." she said truthfully, "besides, its not like i can leave los angeles whenever i feel like it. i have work there, that i have to tend to." she said shifting her feet. "oh really? what kind of work, anything interesting?" he questioned, actually interested. she nodded, "i have a boutique jewelry shop that i run with my mom. im actually here on business, we are interested in opening up another shop in the hamptons actually." she said feeling the shift in the conversation. the tense conversation turning to genuine. "oh really? that's actually really cool." he said and she nodded, "yep." she said a bit too short, than she had anticipated. "whats it called, like the name?" he questioned. she smiled, "it's called greenwich jewels." she said. "i think that's the first smile you've had since this conversation started." she rolled her eyes. "there you go, ruining the vibe." she said chuckling just a bit. "me?" he teased, "yes! just when i thought that you were actually being nice and interested, you go and ruin it with your demeanor and your sarcastic tone." she said shaking her head, and mat was eating this interaction all up.

when he didn't respond, and all but continued to stare at her, she scoffed. "you're unbearable, guess all the rumors i've heard have been true." she chastised, before turning to leave. "oh? you have heard of me, huh?" he questioned, trying to get her to not leave. she froze, turning towards him just a bit, "unfortunately." she grimaced before leaving the kitchen.

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she was on facetime with kappy, around 11:50 while she was in the office on the first floor. she needed a few minutes by herself and then kappy called, and it was good timing. "yeah barzal is an animal, definitely a jerk." he said and that made olivia laughed loudly. "are you sure you didn't describe yourself?" she teased, and he flipped her off in the process. "but seriously, when are you coming to st louis red?" he questioned and she shrugged. "do i seriously have to wait until the off-season?" he questioned, and she shrugged again. "ill let you know." she said truthfully. he nodded, "but you're the CEO you make your own schedule i thought?" he said causing her to laugh loudly again. "alrighty kap, hush." she said rubbing her face softly, holding back a giggle. " ill call you in a few days?" she questioned and kappy nodded, "happy new years red." he smiled, to which she mirroed. "happy new years kappy." she hummed, before ending the facetime. she plopped her phone onto the white desk in front of her, as she stretched her body out. she was ready to go to bed, and knew she'd be taking the two little ones to bed shortly at 12; and give their parents some time without the little ones.

her head whipped to the door, as it squeked open. she rolled her eyes as she scowled. mat smirked, stepping into the room. "if you wanted privacy for our new years kiss, you should have just said so. i had to search the whole house like a sleuth." he said amused. she scoffed, turning back towards him. "what is your problem?" she demanded, as her phone began to go off. the both of them looked towards her phone that was still on the desk, and 'zeeeegrass' flashed on the screen. she gave mat a glare, as she picked up her phone. she swiped to accept, and saw the lovely dirty blonde fill her screen. "hi z." she said looking up at mat who only leaned against the door, still staring at her. "yo! when are you back home again?" he questioned and olivia tore her glare from mat to trevor. "seriously z? i've told you how many times?" she said a tad bit annoyed, "oh woah, who pissed you off?" he asked animated. she giggled, "you'd never guess." she said monotoned. trevor grinned, "let me guess, matty said some bad jokes." and that made olivia laughed. "no, but i wish it had been that." she said truthfully, "but ill be back on the 7th." she followed up. "cool cool well happy new years ginger, but i gotta go. jacks calling me." and she felt the blood drain from her face. "oh. nice. well happy new years z." she said, now desperately trying to get off the phone. "alsooooo, my new years resolution is to figure out what happened between the two of you in the hamptons, will i have that resolution granted?" he teased, and she shook her head no before hanging up. she stood up now, feeling somewhat nauseous, and wanted to desperately hide her face from the world.

"please let me go mat." she said looking at the ground, as mat had not moved from the door. she looked up at him now, and crossed her arms. "id like to leave, without making a scene." she said unenthused. he grinned, "now i gotta know...what did happen between the two of you, huh?" he teased taking his arm off the door, and took a step closer towards the redhead. she shook her head, "none of your business- again." she chastised. he chuckled a bit, "if you tell me, ill tell you a secret." he said enticingly but she gave him a disgusted look. "you're actually crazy, mat. wild." she said as she heard the group outside beginning to count down from 12. he stepped right in front of her, invading her space. she could feel the heat and arrogance radiating off of him, making her shiver with a chill. "mat.." she trailed off as he leaned in, pausing just before his lips would have met hers. he smirked, staring straight into her blue eyes.

she swallowed harshly, as she looked down at his lips. as soon as they heard 'one' from the other room, mat swiftly took hold of her by placing his hands on her lower back while simultaneously kissing her. her hands instinctively went to his face, to hold on to him in some way. his hand began to move down further before she realized that she had been kissing him back. she pulled back, not meeting his eye. without saying a word or looking at him, she moved past him and out of the room. as soon as she was halfway down the hallway, she placed a soft finger on her rosy lips. she cursed herself on how vulnerable she had been, and how much she liked the kiss. but she hated the guy. she quickly filtered herself into the living room seeing sydney and matt with the two girls, and olivia kneeled down to them to hug the two. "who's ready for bed?!" she said and the girls shook their heads, and jumped up and down. "i thought we said no sugar past 9:30?" she questioned looking up at sydney, and then the both of them looked at matt. he put his hands up in innocence, causing the two sisters to laugh. "you guys enjoy the rest of the evening, im gonna head up with these two." she said grabbing ahold of their hands, and the three of them headed upstairs. as she picked up the youngest one at the base of the stars, she saw mat coming back into the living room. the two froze momentarily before olivia broke eye contact, and headed upstairs.

while she headed upstairs, mat went to go say by the hostess'. "mat! happy new years, darling." sydney said pulling the younger hockey player in for a hug. she left an arm on his shoulder, as they turned towards matt. "thanks for the hospitality, but im gonna head out. a bit more tired than i had anticipated." he said and the couple nodded. "lets walk you out. but first, take some desserts!" sydney said pulling mat towards the kitchen, along with matt.

matt for the rest of the night, could not shake the red head and even acknowledged that he may have gone too far. he realized that that he might have been a jerk, at some points. though the girl would argue, it was the whole time. even as he drove towards his apartment where his ex was waiting for him, he couldn't shake the girl. he cursed himself, once he realized he wanted to see her again. even if in the capacity he did not totally want.

but he knew one thing, he was smitten.

back upstairs a little while later, as the two girls were tucked in and read to sleep; olivia headed towards her room that the two young ones had dubbed 'tie tie's room', because it was right across from theirs. she laid down on her back, looking up at the white ceiling that was straight out of the gilded age. her thoughts were running a mile a minute, she hated mat and wished she would have slapped him. slap that stupid but attractive smirk off of his face. no, she despised that arrogant and cunning canadian. she turned over on her stomach and screamed into the comforter. she needed to get back to california without seeing him, or else she might hurt his feelings.

no, she'd kill him.

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tags: @toasttt11 @cillianthinker

#mat barzal #mat barzal au #seein red au #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal fic #mat barzal imagine #new york islanders #matt martin #hockey #nhl #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl blurb #nhl fic #hockey au #nhl au #hockey blurb #nhl imagine #equallyshaw masterlist #equallyshaw au

[project-rosewood-476]

SEEIN RED- UNWRITTEN LAW LITERARY ANALYSIS AND HOW IT RELATES TO TABBY IN ERHIT CHAPTER 3

I'm seein' red

Don't think you'll have to see my face again

Don't have much time for sympathy

Cause it never happened to me

Tabby was seeing red by the end of the chapter when she let her emotions carry her through the killing of the father. The only solace that she has is that they will never see her face again. But let's bring this to the beginning of the chapter.

She knows that she has no room for clouded judgement if she wants to carry this mission through. No room for petty emotions such has pity and self doubt and sympathy for others. Life hasn't gotten any sympathy for her why should she have sympathy for others.

You're feelin' blue now

I think you bit off more than you could chew

And now it's time to make a choice

And all I wanna hear is your

Still Tabby is wallowing in self pity. Shes struggling to to come to terms with the fact that shes proving that her stepdad was right about her. Shes just like him.

Her conscience constantly reminds her of that. And also makes her aware that shes killing someone directly for the first time. That's a pretty big thing. Even for a Rosewood kid

But if she wants to live another day to keep her promises to her friends, avenge them and take out Horatio once and for all then shes has to make a choice.

All she wants is to hear that her conscience is on her side instead of against her.

So follow the leader down

And swallow your pride and drown

When there's no place left to go

Maybe that's when you will know

Follow the leader down

And swallow your pride and drown

When there's no place left to go

Maybe that's when you will know

All Tabby has left to fall back on is Rosewood. And the number 1 rule at Rosewood is group first everything else second. Shes willing to follow her new leader crashing and burning.

She has to put everything aside and shut up and do what shes told for once.

Once she realizes that she has nothing else to fall back on. She'll finally accept her fate as a proxy in this life.

And foolish lies

Well can't you see I tried to compromise

Cause what you say ain't always true

And I can see the tears in your eyes

And what you said now

Can't stop the words from running through my head

And what I'd do to get through to you

But you'd only do it again

This Tabby and her inner dialogue talking about what shes about to do. Shes trying to make it easier on herself by trying to justify her actions. But her conscience calls bullshit on that. Shes trying to put her mind at ease or at least keep it at bay but her conscience won't let her lie to herself so it berates her with what they both consider the truth. Tabby cries in defeat and no Matter how much she tries to silence it she can't stop her thoughts. Her conscience views this as trying to get through to her but we all know Tabby and given her track record. She'll do this shit again

So follow the leader down

And swallow your pride and drown

When there's no place left to go

Maybe that's when you will know

Follow the leader down

And swallow your pride and drown

When there's no place left to go

Maybe that's when you will know

Again shes being reminded of Rosewoods number one rule. Group first everything else second. And to shut up and do what shes told for once. Keep her eyes on the prize.

Her conscience only wants what's best for her. And one day it Hope's that by doing this it will help her accept her fate and place as a proxy.

Well I can confess, I don't know what to make from all this mess

Don't have much time for sympathy

But it never happened to me, you're feelin' down now

I don't know where I'll be when you come around

And now it's time to make a choice

And all I wanna hear is your voice

Shes still having a hard time processing everything that happened to her. Losing everything she knew in one fell swoop and suddenly being thrusted into this new life. She doesn't know what to do with all of it.

However focusing on this mission at hand she has no room for sympathy for others and herself. But that's just how life is isn't it?

Her conscience Hope's that eventually she'll come around but it doesn't know what her mental state will be then.

All she wants is for her and her conscience to be on the same page for once and to have peace of mind

#every rose has its thorn #erhit au #oringinal character #tabby anderson #tabbyanderson #tabby #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta #literary analysis #seein red #unwritten law #send me requests #please flood my inbox #please and thank you

[starsundsun]

more n more ive been seperating the shows 'canon' alex with my alex, whos way more butch and proud of it, that i keep getting absolutely blind sided by cws absolute monstrosity of an outfit they have alex in

like?? s1-2 alex was bomb!! and chy/ler on stage?? lookin drop dead handsome and gorgeous in sweaters and beanies?? hair slicked back yellin into that mic?? ill never forgive c//w for basically anything BUT THIS ESPECIALLY

#WHERES MY ROCKSTAR ALEX AU #i demand a fic of teen alex in her reb stage in full grunge as the lead belting out some terrible songs in her makeshift punk band #esp kara secretly watchin her terrible shows n getting all red and flustered seein alex in knee high boots and spiked leather jackets #this tag needs more HCS #wow i got hella sidetracked #krypt.txt

[getoswhore]

thinking, thinking so many thoughts about Geto with a racing motorcycle. All black with a red dragon decal across the side to match his back tattoo. the way his riding pants fit so snug on his thighs and his hair falls when he takes off his helmet. just… so many thoughts

* biker! getō x f! reader

୨ ‘ cw/tw ; modern au, public sex, praising ‘cause biker! getō is a fiend who acts tough :///. ፧ (17+)!

“so fuckin’ tight.”

you had only just met him an hour ago in the bar, both catching the eyes of each other soon as he pulled in with his flashy bike, even showing off a bit when flipping his hair to the side before popping a crooked cig in his mouth..

yet, he's fucking you like he's been in love with you for years; dragging his fat cock, hard and wet. pistoning deep with each rough buck of his strong hips, and stroking his length between your puffy folds before dipping back into your warmth, filling you to the hilt at the hefty plunge he bores against you.

“so fuckin’ perfect too.” getō holds you steady. cruel hands gripping too tightly around your sides to keep you at bay against his bike; nice and bent over, pretty ass puckered up against him to clash against his abdomen, watching each time you skin meets together your ass bounces hard against his.

enough brute is in his hold you could feel the bruises already blossoming his print into your skin. but you don't mind, not caring to get marked up by this beautiful stranger, hell, you just met him and your already creaming a milky ring around the base of his cock, even screaming out his name in the dark hallway he pulled you in.

his cock is so heavy inside of you, ready to just burst with a thick, creamy load. his balls are heavy too, feeling at each deep stroke, his pelvic meeting your ass fully, the heavy smack of his balls thumping against your puffy clit makes you jolt with elation.

“so glad i came here tonight,” getō can't help but melt and buckle at the delicious feel of your pussy gripping around him, “seein’ a pretty little thing like you is rare.” he groans out with a shaky breath.

#💌.suguru getō #💌.jjk masterlist #tw public sex #suguru geto x you #jjk x y/n #geto smut #jjk #geto x you #geto x y/n #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk geto #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #suguru geto smut #getou x reader #geto x reader #getou x you #getou x y/n #jujtsu kaisen #suguru geto x reader #getou smut #suguru geto x y/n #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen geto #jujutsu kaisen

[ryurken]

“Redesign” Cross!Sans

I tried to draw Cross without ref/without Chara. So... determined X Sans?

#doodles #undertale #cross!sans #au #digital art #all i'm seein' is red