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[cicimunson]

Christmas

Author's Note: My comeback is fierce, this fic is long af compared to what I usually write. I couldn't come up with a name. don't judge. Also this is the first time I've kind of drifted back and forth between POVS but I'll try to make it obvious. Steve's POV is in italics.

Story Summary: You and Steve have disliked each other since high school, but after your car breaks down in front of his house on Christmas Eve, the two of you...well, read the story.

Characters: Steve Harrington x Female Reader, OC Vinny the mechanic, nameless family members of the reader.

Warnings: Steve is drinking a bit but NOT drunk, Steve and reader are mean af to each other, angst, bit of fluff, sexual situations included: rough sex, bareback, biting, mentions of blood, spanking, face slapping, choking, degradation, praise, fingering, orgasm denial, too many orgasms, I think that's all but please let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count 7.5k+

Conclusion is up

Steve should be used to being alone for the holidays.

Birthdays, Halloween, even Christmas Eve now. It's not like his parents didn't call and apologize for not being there. It's not like they didn't put overpriced gifts under the tree to make up for it before they left. It's not like Steve was hurt or even surprised when they took off for a tropical vacation five days before Christmas without him.

He tried to convince himself he didn't care as he sat on the couch across from the fireplace, sipping a beer. He told himself he chose to be alone tonight. Nancy had invited him over for Christmas dinner but the thought of seeing the Wheeler family in matching sweaters and all happy like a real family had no appeal to him. The thought of Nancy and Jonathan exchanging gifts and kisses really had no appeal to him.

He's nursing his second beer when there's a knock at the door. He almost thinks he imagined it, it's nearly ten p.m. Surely no carolers are out this late. The knocking comes again, louder this time, and he peels himself off the couch to answer.

He opens the door and frowns.

"Shit, shit, piece of shit!" You bang on your steering wheel in frustration. Your clunker of a car always gives out at the worst times. You're not dressed for the cold weather, having chosen to wear a tight, short red dress to your office Christmas party and your jacket wasn't big enough to keep you warm for the mile walk to your place. 

You get out of your car and kick the door shut, trudging through the snow to the first house you see. You go up to the door and knock, shivering as you rub your arms trying to keep warm. No one answers but you see lights inside and a car in the drive, so you knock again.

The door opens and you frown.

"Wrong house, Y/N?" Steve asks, crossing his arms across his chest. No way you showed up on his doorstep on Christmas Eve intentionally, especially not with the way you're dressed. He glances down at your exposed legs, your dress barely covering half your thighs. Surely you weren't this dumb, coming out in the cold in a dress so short and tight he could see your nipples poking through.

You explain through chattering teeth. "M-m-my car broke down in front of y-your house."

Steve sighs. "You need to call someone?"

You nod, shivering as the wind picks up.

He steps aside and motions for you to come in.

"T-thank you."

He nods curtly. "Phone's in the kitchen. To your left."

You go into the kitchen, a little surprised that all that's sitting out is a half-eaten box of pizza. You would have expected the Harringtons to have a whole feast for Christmas.

You call for a tow truck, but of course Vinny says he's gonna be a few hours. The holidays, you can't be mad.

You go back into the living room.

"Get squared away?" Steve asks, tossing another log on the fire.

"I got Vinny coming to tow my car and drop me off at home, said he'd try to be here by midnight."

"Long wait."

"It's Christmas, I expected it. Thanks for letting me use your phone." You head for the door.

"You're gonna wait two hours in the cold?" Steve asks in disbelief.

"I didn’t think-"

"Sit down, dummy, and warm up by the fire."

"I'm fine. I don't want to bother -"

"I said sit." He snaps. "I'm not gonna let you freeze to death, no matter how much we might dislike each other."

You sigh. He's right. As much as you want to get away from him, you'd turn into an ice block sitting outside in your car. Instead you sit in front of the fire, holding out your hands to the flames to warm yourself.

"Thank you." You say softly.

He flops back down on the couch and continues nursing his beer.

You both sit in awkward silence for a bit. Finally you ask: "Your parents already in bed?"

He snorts. "Not here. Went to Florida to beat the cold."

"So you're alone on Christmas Eve?"

He gives you a withering look.

"Sorry. Just making conversation."

"Yeah, we don't have to exchange pleasantries and shit." He shakes his head and sips his beer.

You frown at him and turn back to the fireplace.

"Sit back a little dummy, you'll catch that dress on fire."

I fucking hate him.

"Don't call me that."

"Then don't do dumb shit." He retorts. "I'm not tripping over myself to put you out when you start smoking."

"I wouldn't expect you to do shit for me, Harrington." You snap. "I'm surprised you even let me use your phone."

"You and me both."

"Sorry I'm not throwing myself at your feet with gratitude!"

"Can you shut up? You're killing what little buzz I had going." He snaps.

You both fall silent. You sigh. Your feud with Steve had been going on since freshman year when the two of you were assigned to work together for a science project that was twenty percent of your grade.

Steve hadn't met up with you a single time to work on it. You'd busted your ass on the project and refused to put his name on it with yours. Steve failed the class and had loathed you ever since.

Steve stares at the fire, pretending you aren't sitting in front of it. You two had been in an intense feud since freshman year when he'd overhead you complaining about being partnered with him. He knew he wasn't smart like you, but hearing you and your friends mock him for his low grades had actually hurt his feelings. He had avoided you, taking a failing grade on the assignment so that he didn't have to deal with you judging him and putting him down.

You sigh again, frustrated beyond belief as to how your night is turning out. The office party had been lame, your coworkers sloppy drunk and loud. You didn't want to spend Christmas Eve alone but halfway through the party you'd made up an excuse and left.

"Why are you dressed like that anyways? It's freezing outside. You didn't think to at least wear tights?" He suddenly scolds you.

He's more annoyed with himself than with you if he's being honest. Your body looked amazing in your dress and the twitch he'd felt in his pants when he had opened the front door and saw you standing there had him feeling frustrated.

"I forgot to wear tights. We can't all be as smart as you, Steve." Your voice is dripping with sarcasm and Steve scowls. There you go, making quips about his intelligence.

"For someone that graduated high school with honors, you really are a dumbass." He retorts. "You'd risk freezing to death just to look hot?"

You blink up at him, surprised. "I look hot?"

Steve blushes slightly, realizing what he let slip. "As hot as someone like you could look, which isn't much."

Your face falls and Steve immediately feels guilty. You rise to your feet.

"I think I'll take my chances waiting in my car."

"Don't be stupid." He starts to protest, but you're heading for the door. "Y/N, come on, I didn't mean it."

You ignore him and slam the door behind you.

Steve contemplates going after you, dragging you back inside. Your scrap of a dress wasn't going to help you against the cold at all. 

Not my problem. He tells himself.

He sips his beer and sighs, the loneliness creeping back up to taunt him. He finds his thoughts turning back to you, you and that tight fucking dress. He palms himself without even realizing it. What the hell were you doing showing up at his house in the middle of the night dressed like that? And then you chose to be rude after he was gracious enough to let you come inside?

He stands up and grabs his coat, hellbent on giving you a piece of his mind.

You make your way back to your car, yanking on the door handle. It doesn't open. You fight the urge to scream when you realize you locked your keys inside.

Fantastic. Fucking fantastic.

You wrap your arms around yourself and try to stop shivering, cursing yourself for dressing so skimpy tonight.

I hope I freeze and they charge that asshole for contributing to my death. Smug pretty bastard.

You kick your wheel in frustration.

Who the hell does he think he is, talking to me like that? And he chose to be rude when I was trying to be gracious?

Your temper flares. You start to march back to his front door, hellbent on giving him a piece of your mind.

To your surprise, the door flings open and Steve comes charging out of his house. You both start speaking at the same time.

"Listen here you prick-"

"Alright dummy, listen up-"

You both stop and glare at each other, tension rising.

I want to hit him. I should smack him in the damn mouth. That fucking mouth of his.

You stare each other down, chests heaving, angry expressions, both waiting for the other to do something. To yell, to swing, anything. You tense up, expecting him to lash out at any second. Whatever he can dish out, you're ready for it.

What you aren't ready for, however, is Steve Harrington jerking you to him by your thin jacket and crashing his lips into yours.

You're stunned. He's kissing you roughly, teeth biting your bottom lip, tongue sweeping inside before you can react. You bring up your hands to his chest and push him away, hard.

Steve stumbles back a step, eyes widening. 

"Y/N, I-"

"What the fuck, Harrington?"

Has he lost his mind? Have I lost mine?

He looks just as shocked as you do, mouth hanging open, hand on his chest.

You realize you can't stop staring at his lips.

I want more. I want to taste him again.

You close off the space between you and fist his jacket, jerking him downward. 

"What the fuck, Harrington." You repeat, but there's no malice behind your words.

He stares down at you, his expression darkening. You reach a hand up and tangle it in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging slightly.

He groans and reclaims your mouth. The kiss isn't as rough this time, but still hard and frantic, almost needy. He starts tugging you towards the house, almost slipping on a patch of ice, his lips never leaving yours.

He pulls you inside and slams the door, yanking your coat off your shoulders. He walks you backwards toward the fireplace as his tongue slips into your mouth and he snags a blanket off the back of the couch.

Steve breaks the kiss long enough to spread the blanket out in front of the fire, then yanks you flush against him.

You gasp as his hands reach under your dress. He grazes his fingers lightly over your clothed pussy, then slips his thumbs in your waistband and snatches your panties down, dropping to his knees.

His arm locks around your waist and he pulls you to the floor, laying you down on the blanket before pushing your dress up.

He unzips his pants and shoves them down to his knees with his underwear, then wraps his hands around your thighs and yanks you to him.

"Clean?" He asks, looking feral.

You nod, your words stuck in your throat.

"Safe?'

You nod again.

He holds out his hand in front of you.

"Spit."

You spit in his open palm.

Steve spits too, then coats his cock with your mixed saliva.

He lines up with you and pushes inside.

You cry out. You were a little wet from kissing and the spit helps, but it's not nearly enough to prepare you to accommodate his length.

He chuckles as you groan. "Too much for you, dummy? You can always tap out."

"Are you even in yet?" You retort and Steve lands a light slap on your cheek.

"You're moaning like a whore so you must be feeling something." He taunts, pushing in deeper.

"All I'm feeling is disgust that I'm letting you between my legs."

"Of course you are, you're such a pretty fucking whore, aren't you?" He reaches between the two of you and rubs your clit.

You moan again, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Steve leans down and kisses you roughly, then peppers bruising kisses down your jaw. He bites your neck and you yelp, shoving his face away.

"Don't leave marks on me."

"I'm do what the fuck I want." He growls, yanking your dress over your head. "No bra?"

You blush, crossing your arms over your chest, which makes no sense because he's already inside you but you do it anyway.

Steve laughs mockingly, tugging your arms away. He bites down on you tit so hard you yelp, grabbing his hair and yanking.

"Fucking prick!" You hiss.

He bites down again, his hand returning to your clit. 

"Steve, fuck!" You arch your hips as he bottoms out in you and starts fucking you hard.

"Take it. Take this dick." He groans.

"Not much to take-"

He shoves his fingers in his mouth and makes you gag.

"Shut the fuck up." He snarls. "Or I'll choke you with my cock next."

You bite his hand and it only seems to excite him, he moans and sticks his fingers further down your throat. You gag again and he chuckles.

"Dummy can't even suck fingers properly."

 You bite again, harder this time and he snatches his hand from your mouth to smack you.

"Bite me again and I swear I'll bite back till you bleed." He warns.

You squirm, his words having the opposite effect he intended. He notices and cocks an eyebrow.

"Thought you didn't like being bitten."

"I said no marks. Visible ones."

"Then fucking come here." He slips out and rocks backwards on his ass, then yanks you so that you're sitting in his lap straddling him, before shoving himself back inside you and biting your shoulder.

"Bleed for me." He groans into your skin. 

"Fuck, Steve." You whisper, squeezing him tighter with your thighs as you start to ride.

He bites and laps with his tongue at your shoulders, your tits, anywhere he knows you can cover up. You're gonna be a walking bruise tomorrow but the pain is so delicious you wouldn't dream of telling him to stop.

"I'm so close." You whisper.

"Already?" He teases. "Come on dummy, show me how you cum."

"Stop calling me names, you fucking prick!" You choke out, your body starting to tighten with anticipation of what's building up inside you.

"Whore. Slut. Bitch." He cups your chin and forces you to look at him. "Fucking dummy."

You cum hard, soaking his cock. You wail and bite down on his neck, your whole body spasming as you ride out your orgasm. It's so intense you almost fall off his lap, and Steve digs his fingers into your waist to hold you steady.

Steve makes a disapproving sound. "Didn't last long, did you? And look at the mess you made." He gestures to his cock. "So naughty."

You whine, overstimulated now that you've cum. He chuckles and rolls his hips, hitting that sweet spot inside you again.

"Steve, oh God."

"Knew you'd break first. Going soft on me now that I made you cum, slut?"

You slap him and he grins. "I wouldn't go soft for you if you begged me." You hiss.

"We'll see about that."

He picks up the pace, determined to make you cum again, to see you fall apart on his cock one more time. He'd never tell you, but you look so beautiful right now, skin flushed and glistening with sweat, lips swollen from his kisses, your eyes dark and pupils blown with lust. You were stunning, he realized. How he hadn't noticed it before tonight, he had no idea.

You moan as Steve locks his arms around your waist, lifting his hips and fucking himself up into you. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, the expression on his face practically feral as he looks up at you. He was gorgeous like this, you couldn't deny it. 

Your eyes stayed glued to his mouth, wanting to bite his bottom lip yourself. Wanting to kiss him until you were both breathless and whimpering.

Steve locks eyes with you. He smirks, but there's no malice behind it. He shifts and rolls you onto your back, driving his cock deep.

Your breath hitches. His hand loops under your armpits and grip your shoulders, his chest pressed against your tits as he thrusts harder, faster, groaning and grunting. At one point you think he moans your name but surely you misheard him.

Steve's trying to hold off, trying not to cum just yet even though you already got off, but the way you're looking at him, the way you clench around him, he's not going to be able to hold out much longer. You're perfect, so goddamn perfect, your tits, your lips, the way you're spreading your legs so eagerly for him.

"Baby…" He moans and your eyes widen. "Y/N, baby."

"So good." You whisper. "You feel so good, Steve."

He kisses you, still rough and demanding, but there's an urgency underneath. He needs to kiss you, needs to suck your tongue and catch your breathy sighs in his mouth.

"I'm close again." You groan, your body tightening once more, almost to the point of pain.

"Cum for me." He mumbles, his tone almost pleading. "Soak me again, Y/N, come on, come on, baby."

You cry out his name, that coil that was winding up so tightly inside you finally snapping and releasing. Steve groans as your nails sink into his back, hoping it leaves marks that sting for days, so when he jerks off thinking about this night he'll still be able to feel some of the pain.

"Steve! Fuck! Fuck!" You gasp, rocking your hips against him frantically.

"That's it baby, let me hear you."

You let out a garbled sound that's something between a scream and sob, your body slumping back on the blanket.

Steve stops pumping. "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, keep going. I'm good." You reach up and push his hair off his forehead.

"You sure?"

"Who's going soft now, Stevie?" You tease.

"You're the one laying there all fucked out on my dick." He retorts, suppressing a smile.

You clench around him and his breath catches.

"Don't think just because I need a minute to recuperate that I can't keep rocking your world, Harrington."

"Yeah?" He thrusts hard, making you whimper. Your pussy is so overstimulated that even pleasure hurts, but you aren't gonna give him the satisfaction of knowing he's made you so fucking achy and sore.

You clench again and he grunts, slapping your tit.

"Oh, you ass." You groan, your nipple stinging from the blow.

His hand snakes around your throat. "Didn't we agree, no more name-calling?"

"I didn't agree to anything. You're still a prick."

"And you're still a dumb slut."

"You talk too much."

His hand around your throat tightens. "So do you. But I know how to shut you up."

He keeps his grip around your neck as he resumes fucking you, long, deep, strokes that have you wet and throbbing all over again.

He pulls out and flips you on your stomach, barely giving you time to scramble to your hands and knees before he's slamming back inside you, his hand coming down hard on your ass.

"Take this dick." He groans. "Fuck, Y/N, take it."

You fuck yourself back on his cock, crying out as his slaps your ass again, the sting almost making you tear up.

"Damn it, that hurts." You groan.

"Shut up and take it." He hits you again and again, his strokes becoming more frantic and sloppy.

You grit your teeth and take his blows as long as you can, but one particular slap catches you so roughly your knees buckle.

"Steve, no more!" You whimper.

He stops, his hands coming up to grab your waist and pull you back further on him.

"I'm gonna cum." He grunts. "Gonna fill you up, slut."

"Oh fuck."

"Beg for it."

You aren't sure you heard him right. 

"What?"

"Beg for to cum in you."

"Oh, fuck off." You retort.

He jerks your hair so hard your hands come out from under you. You land face first on the blanket, turning your head to the side to breathe. You try to lift back up but Steve pushes on your back, keeping you pinned.

"Beg, dummy, if you even know how."

"Fuck you."

"I'll hold off, Y/N. I'll fuck you for hours until you're raw and begging me to stop, don't think I can't. Now, beg me."

You have no doubt he can do it. And as much as you love pissing him off and defying him, your sore pussy can't handle much more. You hold off a few more minutes, then finally give in.

"Cum in me." You whisper.

"Louder, don't think you're gonna get away with that. And I didn't hear please."

"Please cum in me."

"Again." He speeds up and you cry out, your body starting to tighten up once more.

"Steve! Please!"

He reaches under you and rubs your clit. 

"No, fuck, Steve, I can't!"

"You can and you will. Now, beg!"

"Cum in me, fuck, please, Steve, cum in me!"

"You first." He groans. "Again, Y/N."

"I can't, oh fuck, oh please." You babble, trying to push his hand away from your clit.

He keeps rubbing, ignoring your nails digging into his wrist.

"One more time, baby, you can do it. Cum pretty for me, yeah? Make me happy."

Oh fuck, not praise.

Of course he waited till the end to start praising you. Steve wasn't an idiot, he saw the way you lit up in school when you got an award, had a teacher call you out by name for doing a good job. Of course you had praise kink.

"Come on pretty girl, you've done so good for me. Cum for me, you've earned it. Let go."

You sob his name, your eyes rolling back in your head as your body convulses. You lose your balance on your knees but Steve holds you against him easily, grunting loudly as he pumps his load into you.

Rope after rope shoots off inside you and he wonders briefly if he'll ever stop cumming, because fuck, he hasn't exploded like this since he was a teenager.

After a minute or two he gently eases himself out of you and lays by your side. Normally when he's fucked a girl he'll hold her close and tell her how good she was, how sweet and perfect she is, but with you he isn't sure if he should. You probably wouldn't like it, right?

You can barely hold your eyes open. You'd been up all day as it was and now Steve has fucked you so good that all your muscles ached. You will yourself to get up and start hunting for your clothes, but you can't summon the strength to lift your head, much less anything else.

You hear Steve ask you something, hell, probably telling you to get out of his house, but you fall asleep before you can respond.

Steve asks again if you're okay, frowning when you don't answer. Are you seriously ignoring him right now, after what just happened? He sits up and looks at you.

Oh. You're asleep. He automatically grabs another blanket and covers your body, debating on what to do. Should he wake you so you can leave? Carry you his bedroom and let you sleep? Leave you here by the fire and go sleep in his room alone?

He's still weighing his options when there's a knock at the door. He glances at the clock. Little after midnight, must be the tow guy.

He tugs on his pants and answers the door.

"Y/N here?"

"She's asleep. I don't know if-"

"I told her I'd tow her car and give her a ride."

"Right, um, I don't know where her keys are or-"

"She locked them in her car. She does every time it breaks down."

Steve frowns. "Her car breaks down a lot?"

"At least once a month. I keep telling her she needs a new battery."

"Can't you replace it?"

He shrugs. "She says no. None of my business why, but I figure it's a little out of her price range."

Steve glances behind him to where you're sleeping. Even resting you look worried, the frown lines between your eyes furrowed and your jaw slightly clenched.

"Can you just fix it and bill me for it?"

"Sure, but tomorrow's Christmas and I-"

"I'll pay double. And throw in a big tip for your trouble."

Vinny hesitates, then nods. "Y'all swing by around noon tomorrow, I'll have it ready for her."

"Thank you."

"No problem, thank you. Have a good night."

Steve nods and shuts the door. He adds another log to the fire, tiptoeing so he doesn't wake you. After a minute of debate he slides under the blanket beside you.

He's asleep within minutes.

You open your eyes and stretch, sitting up to look around. You briefly panic when you don't recognize your surroundings, almost jumping out of your skin when you notice the sleeping form beside you.

Oh God. I fucked Steve Harrington last night.

You groan out loud and he stirs, propping up on his elbow.

"Hi."

"Uh, hi."

"How are you?"

"I'm fine, thanks. You?"

"Good."

The awkwardness between you can't be looked over, and to your surprise, a giggle escapes your mouth. Steve gives you an amused expression, letting out a chuckle himself.

You realize the sun is up. "Oh fuck, my car!"

"It's fine. The tow guy was smart enough to come to the door, he said we can pick your car up at noon."

"He's gonna fix it on Christmas? Must be feeling the holiday spirit."

"Would you like coffee? Or a shower?" Steve quickly changes the subject.

"Oh, um, yeah, a shower would be great, thanks."

You stand up, wrapping the blanket around you and scooping up your panties and dress from their discarded spots on the floor. Steve leads you to the bathroom, explains which one is hot water, and leaves you to it.

You're both relieved and disappointed that he didn't ask to join you. You wash quickly, wincing when your hands run over your chest and between your legs.

You wipe the mirror off when you step out of the tub, grimacing when you see yourself. The bites and hickeys on your shoulders and tits are red and purple, one small bite on your neck. Your ass is bruised too, you observe as you do a complete turn, and your hips and waist have fingerprint marks.

What a fucking night.

You dress and follow the smell of coffee to the kitchen. Steve pours you a cup and pushes it across the table to you as you sit down. The wince as your ass touches the seat doesn't go unnoticed by Steve, and he makes no effort to hide the smugness on his face.

"Sorry there's no cream or sugar. Haven't shopped in a bit. If you're hungry I might could fry an egg but-"

"I don't usually eat in the mornings. But thanks." You reply, sipping your coffee. You try not to gag at the strong bitter flavor.

"You slept a long time. We gotta pick up your car in just a bit."

"You don't mind giving me a ride?"

"You didn't mind giving me one." He quips without thinking.

You frown slightly.

"Sorry. That was crass."

"Yeah."

There's an awkward silence for a bit, you struggling to choke down Steve's coffee, him trying to come up with something to say. 

"Should, uh, should we talk about last night?" He finally asks.

"I don't think there's anything that needs to be said, do you?"

"I mean-"

"It was fun. We had fun."

"Yeah, sure." He agrees quickly.

More awkward silence. Steve leaves the room and comes back fully dressed, thank God. You'd been having a hard time not staring at his bare chest sprinkled with your bites marks and scratches.

"You ready to go?"

"Mhmm, sure."

You follow Steve to his car. He opens the passenger door and helps you inside, ever the gentleman.

He gets in the driver's seat.

"Vinny's shop is-"

"I know where it is."

He starts the car and you chuckle lightly as Christmas music starts playing softly through the speakers. Of course Steve Harrington likes Christmas music.

You sit in silence until you pull up in front of the shop. Steve puts the car in park.

"Um, so, thanks for the ride."

"You too." He replies with a cheeky grin.

You blush slightly. "Steve."

"Merry Christmas." He says simply, reaching across and opening your door.

"You too."

You get out of the car and hurry inside the shop. Vinny greets you warmly and hands you your keys.

"Glad you finally got this clunker fixed, Y/N. I mean don't get me wrong, good for business having repeat customers, but I worried about you being stuck out in the cold in the middle of nowhere. Not safe for a young girl."

"Did you say you fixed my car? As in-"

"Replaced that damn battery."

You fight the urge to panic. "Um, Vinny, I didn't tell you to do that. I can’t afford that!" You were barely scraping by to pay student loans and rent right now. You couldn't afford a new bill.

"Your boyfriend said he was taking care of it. Didn't he tell you?"

"My boyfriend? What are you…Steve??"

"Whoever's house you were at last night. I assumed boyfriend."

"He said he's gonna pay for my car repairs?"

"Sure did, offered double. Now normally I get payment up front, but that family is well off and his mother is well-respected so I know I'll get paid."

"I, uh-"

"Good on you girl, bagging a Harrington. They'll have you driving one of their fancy cars in no time, I'm sure."

You don't respond and Vinny pats your shoulder. "Merry Christmas, Y/N. Now, get outta my shop. I wanna go eat some turkey."

You leave, still absorbing what Vinny had said.

Steve offered to pay for my car repairs? Sure, he can afford it, but why would he do that?

You're lost in thought as you drive home, suddenly realizing you're passing by the Harrington house. You pull to the curb and park, marching up to the door and knocking.

Steve answers, shirtless again, hair still damp from a shower. He frowns when he sees you.

"Don't tell me that your car broke down again?"

"Why would it? It's got a brand-new battery, thanks to you."

"You don't sound happy about it."

"Why would you pay for my car repairs?"

"Well it's a shit car and the tow guy said it keeps dying on you. Why not?"

"You aren't serious."

"It's no big deal. I can afford it and now you won't be stranded anymore. You could have froze to death last night."

"Not the point!"

"Why are you being ungrateful? I did you a favor!"

You sigh. He's right. I sound like such a bitch.

"I'm sorry. It was very sweet. Just very unexpected. I'll pay you back. It may have to be on payments but-"

"Consider it a Christmas present or something. You don't have to pay me back."

"It's a lot of money, Steve."

"Honestly at this point hearing you actually say thank you would be more than enough to repay me."

You force a smile begrudgingly. "Thank you, Steve, truly."

"You're welcome."

You both stand there staring at each other awkwardly.

"Did you, uh, wanna come in?" Steve asks, hating the way his voice sounds almost hopeful.

"Hmm? Oh, no, thanks. I've gotta get home and start cooking. My family has a big dinner on Christmas."

"Oh, well, have a good time with your family." Steve replies.

You realize that he probably has no Christmas plans and mentally kick yourself for bringing up yours.

"See ya." Steve says with a little wave.

You turn to leave. Invite him to dinner, it's the least you can do.

"Do you wanna come?" You blurt.

Steve pauses, hand on the door. "Um, I don't know if that's a good idea. I mean last night was great and all but I think a repeat would be-"

"Wait, what?" You cut him off, bewildered. "What are you talking about?"

"You asked if I want to cum and I just-"

"Come to Christmas dinner, Steve! I mean do you want to come to dinner!" You blush scarlet and so does he.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I completely misread that." He apologizes, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Yeah, I'd say so."

"Sorry, sorry." He repeats. "Uh, what were you saying about Christmas dinner?"

"I was asking if you wanna come- would you like to have Christmas dinner with me and my family?"

"Oh, uh, that's sweet of you, but-"

"Think of it as a thank you for my car. You should join us, really."

"You sure?"

"Yes. You know where my parents live, right?"

"Doesn't everybody know where everybody lives in this town?"

"Good point. We usually eat around five, if you decide to join us."

"Okay. Thanks." He starts to shut the door.

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

You close off the space between you and peck his cheek. "I really hope you'll show."

Steve watches you hurry back to your car, his hand drifting up to touch his face. Your lips had been cold, so why was warmth spreading from his cheek through his body?

That evening you're surrounded by family and friends, helping serve food and chase the kids away from the desserts.

You're so busy you don't even hear the doorbell ring. Your uncle calls out in a booming voice from the living room.

"Y/N, a boy's here for you!"

You swat away a little hand trying to stick dirty fingers in a pie and hurry out of the kitchen.

Steve is standing by the door, holding a poinsettia plant and a bottle of wine. His red and green sweater is hideous and bright, making you giggle softly.

"Hi, Steve."

"Hi. You said five, right?"

"I did. Come on in."

You introduce him quickly to your hoard of a family who swarm and ask all kinds of questions. Steve is polite and charming, instantly dazzling your aunts with his smile and impressing your uncles with his knowledge of sports. You catch his gaze every so often and offer an apologetic smile, to which he shrugs his shoulders and smiles back.

Dinner is finally ready and everyone gathers around the table. Plates are passed, cups are filled and everyone chatters excitedly. 

Steve bumps your arm with his slightly and leans into your ear. "Your family seems really nice."

"Only in small doses. We're all ready to kill each other by New Year's."

Everyone eats and talks, dessert gets passed, and you manage to wrangle Steve from your family so you two can go for a walk.

As soon as you're outside, you apologize. "I should have warned you that they're so…much. Honestly, I didn't think you'd come."

"You saw my kitchen, you really think I was gonna pass up a free meal in favor of leftover pizza and cheap beer?"

"Good point."

To your surprise, and maybe his too judging from his expression, Steve slips an arm over your shoulders. "Cold." He explains, but honestly he's never felt warmer.

You nod. "Can't wait for the snow to melt away."

"Really? I love it."

"I had you pegged for a summer lover."

Oh for sure, can't beat the heat. But the snow is just something else. Beautiful."

You find yourself smiling up at him. "Yeah. It is."

"Wow, something we agree on." He quips. "I never would have thought."

"I'm sure we agree on a lot of things. Just neither of us would ever want to admit it."

"I know one thing we seemed to agree on."

You blush slightly. "Steve."

"I'm just saying, we were definitely in agreement last night."

"Were we? I seem to recall a lot of bickering and name calling." You tease.

"Foreplay, baby." He wiggles his eyebrows and you laugh.

"You're an idiot, Steve Harrington."

He grins. He’d heard those words several times from several people, but for some reason hearing them from you didn’t sting. He could hear the warmth behind them and it made him feel lighter than air.

You two make your way back to your house, the sun starting to go down and the wind picking up.

"You coming back inside?"

"Actually I'm gonna head home before it gets too dark. Tell your family I appreciated their hospitality, truly."

"They certainly liked you."

"Maybe too much. Pretty sure one of your aunts slipped me her number."

"Oh, I'm sure she did."

Steve hesitates, then closes off the space between the two of you and wraps his arms around you.

Maybe he meant it to be a quick friendly hug. Maybe it was a way of thanking you for inviting him to dinner so he wouldn't be alone.

But somewhere in between hugging and pulling apart, his mouth finds yours.

You gasp softly and he cups your cheek, stroking it with his thumb as he gently deepens the kiss, his other hand resting on your lower back.

You moan softly, parting your lips for him, and his tongue sweeps inside, brushing yours.

There's a whoop from the front door and the two of you jump apart, you turning to glare at your nosy cousins who'd stuck their heads outside.

Steve chuckles. "Guess that's my cue. Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Steve."

He jogs to his car, hesitating before getting inside. "Hey, Y/N, you got plans after this?"

You shake your head. "No, why?"

"Just thinking, if you get cold tonight, you know where I'll be." He winks and gets in his car.

You watch him drive off before going back inside to your family.

They gush over Steve, how handsome he is, how charming he was. You nod and smile, your mind replaying his words over and over.

If you get cold tonight, you'll know where I'll be.

You make up an excuse and skip out of the family festivities early, driving straight to Steve's.

He's got the door open before you're even all the way up the walk.

"Get in here and lose the clothes." He orders.

"Don't tell me what to do." You retort.

He groans and reaches out, snagging you by the back of the neck. "Shut the fuck up."

"Make me."

"You goddamn brat." He growls, and his lips are on yours and he's slamming the door shut behind you.

Clothes are shed in mere seconds, and then he's got you bent over the couch, slamming into you.

"Couldn't stay away, huh? Such a greedy whore." He taunts.

"I could always leave." You retort, moaning as he drives deeper into you.

"I'll never let you go." He groans, landing a loud slap on your ass, and you know that he's just rambling, saying whatever he can to make himself feel in control, but your heart does a little flip-flop in your chest.

He reaches around and rubs your clit. "Come on whore, cum on my cock."

"Make me." You grunt, rolling your hips frantically. "Come on Steve, make me."

He slaps your ass again, his fingers working your clit furiously. "Cum for me baby, soak me cock, come on, wanna see it, Y/N, fuck, cum." He mumbles, biting down on your shoulder.

"I'm so close." You groan, your body tightening. You grip the arm of the couch, hoping you don't hit the floor when you cum.

"That's it baby, so fucking pretty when you cum, God, so sexy, cum for me." He rambles, lost in how good you feel clenching around him.

Your orgasm hits you so intensely that you choke back sobs. It's like white lightning and pure pleasure and also pain because God, pleasure like this has to be just a little bit painful, doesn’t it? Steve cries out your name, shooting rope after rope inside you, holding you tight against him.

You start to slump but he catches you easily, dropping to the couch and pulling you into his lap.

"I got you pretty girl." He murmurs, his lips touching your temple. "Wore you out, didn't I?"

"Don't sound so smug." You push at his chest playfully. Steve catches your hand and kisses your knuckles, then tucks it back against his chest.

"Ugh, don't be sweet."

He bites your ear. "Shut the fuck up, I'll be sweet if I want to."

"Ew. No." You tease, giggling.

He fists your hair and jerks your hair back, planting a noisy kiss on your lips.

"I'll throw up right here." You roll your eyes and make a gagging noise.

Steve slips a hand between your legs, fingers brushing your over sensitized clit, making you hiss and whimper.

"I could be mean. I could play with your pretty pussy until it's so sore you can't walk tomorrow."

"Please?" You whisper, parting your thighs further for him. You can feel his cock already stirring beneath you.

"Tell me you're my good girl."

"Oh, fuck you."

He pushes a finger inside you. "Tell me. Tell me and I'll pleasure you all night long."

"That's blackmail." You retort, trying not to moan and arch your hips.

"Mhmm. Be my good girl."

He sucks a nipple between his teeth, biting hard.

"Fuck…"

"We can. As soon as you say it." He adds another finger, his thumb pressing on your clit.

You feel yourself getting close again. "Steve, oh fuck yes."

He smirks and starts to pull his hand away.

"Prick." You grab his hand, trying to keep it between your legs.

"Come on, Y/N, admit it. You wanna be my good girl so bad."

"I'll choke first."

"On my cock, maybe." He starts fingering you again. "Say it."

You groan and rub against him, your hips jerking. Steve continues till you're right at the edge of your orgasm, then pulls away once more.

"Steve!"

He kisses you roughly, his fingers moving once more, curling against your g-spot.

Your body aches, the need to cum again so severe it's borderline painful.

"Please!" You whine.

"Tell me."

You bury your head in your shoulder. "I'm your good girl, please, please, I'm your good girl!"

He pulls you so you're straddling him and slips back into you.

"Steve!" You wail, your nails digging into his back.

"That's my good girl, say my name." He growls, his hips snapping upward, teeth against your throat. "Who's fucking you?"

"Steve, oh god."

"Whose good girl are you?"

"Yours, fuck, I'm gonna cum again, Steve, gonna cum!"

He grinds his palm against your clit, making you cry out. You wrap your hand around his wrist, bouncing faster on his cock.

"Cum baby, soak me, soaking my fucking lap." He urges. "Make a mess baby, God, making me such a fucking mess."

You scream. You try to stop but you literally fucking scream as you cum again. You feel a gush of wetness between your legs and can't even stop yelling to see what happened.

You realize Steve is yelling too, his hips flexed off the couch, driving deep inside you as he cums again.

You slump against his chest, whimpering softly. Steve strokes your hair, panting heavily.

A few minutes of silence pass. Your heart rate slows and you catch your breath. Steve is staring at the fireplace, looking lost in thought as he absent-mindedly runs his fingers up and down your back.

"Do you mind if I shower before I leave?"

He shakes his head. "Spend the night."

"I can't. I always meet my cousins for brunch the day after Christmas, family tradition."

He looks disappointed but masks it quickly.  "Oh, nice."

"I mean, I could stay, I'd just have to get up super early so I could run home and change-"

He cuts you off. "Nah, we've had enough fun for one night. Don't worry about it."

His words sting. Enough fun? Wow.

You get off his lap and collect your discarded clothes before disappearing into the bathroom. Once again, Steve doesn't join you. You shower quickly and redress, coming into the living room.

Steve's snoring on the couch, still naked. You toss a blanket over his lap and leave, ignoring the voice in your head that says to wake him up and kiss him goodbye.

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[celiciaa]

ELBERT GREETIA MAIN ROUTE....

CHAPTER TWO.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

minors and ageless blogs dni.

After breakfast, Lord Elbert, Mr. Alfons, and I,

We were invited into the common room by Victor and William.

Victor: The inn where you were headed last night has become a crime syndicate's temporary storage place…for stolen goods.

Kate: Yes, I’m listening.

William: The organization ostensibly runs an art dealer called the Bernard Merchants…..

William: "Collectors" acquire and sell everything from works of art to people at the request of their customers.

(Even to people….)

Those "dangerous" words sent a shiver down my spine.

Victor: They are an international crime organization, and they have been causing damage in many european countries,

Victor: Only in recent years have they begun to extend their reach into the United Kingdom.

Alfons: Last night's inn functioned as the end of that organization. But for some reason, it was destroyed….

Alfons: Or something like that.

(I had no idea that such an ordinary inn had ties to a criminal organization….) // (To think that such an ordinary inn had connections to a criminal organization….)

As I was surprised at how familiar the world of the dark night was to me, I suddenly felt a gaze next to me.

(…Hm? Is he looking at me?)

Elbert:…..

I turned to look at Lord Elbert who was standing next to me, but he casually averted his gaze.

(Was it just my…imagination?)

Elbert:…..How is it that with all the evidence out there, no arrests have been made yet?

Victor: It seems the government officials in each country are also included in the "collectors" of the trading company.

Victor: And that every country is trying to sabotage us, and we're still one step behind.

William: If we can destroy the organization, we can relieve Her Majesty's misery and sell our favors to other countries.

Victor: That's it! There’s a possibility that the organization is throwing a party for collectors in the near future——

Victor's eyes lit up with joy as he snapped his fingers.

Victor: Elbert and Alfons are the best to sneak in and make contact! Or maybe you too!

Kate: What!?

William: It was a direct offer from Elbert. Unusually.

Kate: Lord Elbert….?

Elbert: I asked Victor to let me work with you...and I did.

Elbert:…Maybe I shouldn't have.

Kate: No, no, not at all!

(It is thanks to Lord Elbert that I am now ready to face the task of being a fairy tale master.)

(I would do my very best to work alongside Lord Elbert.)

Kate: Thank you very much. I look forward to working with you.

Elbert:…Yes, likewise.

Alfons: In that case, I'll have to get you dressed up to take you to the party.

Victor: Good! It's a beautiful day for shopping!

Victor: Be careful on your way. Especially you, Elbert, don't go far to destroy the store.

Victor: Because your face, in a way, can be used as a weapon.

Elbert:…I understand.

(Destroy the store….? Weapon…?)

When we went to London, which was crowded with people, I immediately understood.

The horror of Lord Elbert's beauty that drives people crazy.

A young lady with a novel: Ah, what a beautiful person...is this a fateful encounter? Wait….!

A gentleman with a mustache: You’re so beautiful.…if you have time after this, I'd love to have you as a model for my painting——

Coachman: Whoa!!? It's dangerous, so don’t jump out of the way!

A passerby was so taken aback by the sight of Lord Elbert that he thought he was about to be hit by a carriage.

Elbert: Al, how about this teaspoon?

Alfons: Well…it's a lovely design, but not as beautiful as it should be, is it?

Elbert: Yes….

Young woman: Then I'll buy the spoon! I want the spoon he just touched!

Well-dressed lady: No, no, I'll take it! I can buy everything he touched on the shelf! Including this one!

People flocked to take over the goods Lord Elbert had touched….and things began to happen like a comedy show.

Kate: I—Is this always the case…?

Alfons: It's just an everyday occurrence.

(I don't understand…the outrageous situation, but,)

What surprised me even more was Lord Elbert’s behavior himself.

Elbert: Which is the most beautiful dress here?

Shopkeeper: I wish I could say that all of them are the best! But if I insist….

Elbert: I see...then I can have them all.

Kate: Eh!?

Despite my surprise, Lord Elbert is now staring at the lined-up accessories.

Elbert: Which is the most beautiful jewel here?

Shopkeeper: T–There is this slightly overpriced 10-carat sapphire….

(Wha…)

Old man with a cane: Are you looking for something beautiful?

Elbert: Yes, but...

Old man with a cane: Then you must have this. This is the most beautiful stone in the world.

Elbert: Most beautiful stone in the world…?

Old man with a cane: That’s right, but I can't give you a nickel's worth.

Elbert:…..

Alfons: Please don't try to write the check. It's obviously just a stone.

If Mr. Alfons had not stopped him, Lord Elbert would have signed the check.

(Lord Elbert wants to buy them all….)

I’m not the one to judge about other people’s purchases, but,

The way he buys with such gusto is worrisome.

Kate: Lord Elbert, I don't mind if the dress and other things are normal….

Elbert: It's like you're buying it for me. Don't worry about it.

Elbert:…I think I might have what I'm looking for here.

(You’re looking for something? In women's dresses and accessories…?)

Kate: What are you looking for?

Elbert: I'm the one who has to get it.

In the end, Lord Elbert purchased an enormous amount of goods….if not the entire store.

(If I remember correctly, Lord Elbert's curse was…."The Greedy Queen.")

Kate: Is it his cursed nature…to buy so many things?

Alfons: Well…it’s unclear whether it is greed that comes with the curse, or whether Lord El’s greed attracted the curse.

Alfons: However….

Alfons: Lord El is looking for the most beautiful thing in the world. That’s why he joined the crown for that.

(The most beautiful thing in the world….?)

Although it is vague, it seemed a little difficult to find something worthy of a word ostentatious in the city.

Kate: Wouldn't it be better to visit the British Museum instead of a street corner…?

Alfons: Of course, I also looked for museums and art galleries. And I still can't find it.

Kate: Ah, I see. ....So you are looking for the "most beautiful thing" for Lord Elbert.

Alfons: But while he wants beautiful things, El doesn't trust his instincts, which can be a bit troublesome.

Kate:….He doesn’t?

Alfons: Indeed. Therefore, he needs someone else's opinion whether it is beautiful or not.

Mr. Alfons's gaze turns to Lord Elbert with some mysterious light in the air.

Lord Elbert was now talking with the shoemaker and looking at the goods laid out in front of him.

Kate: I see….huh? But, then….

Kate: Wouldn't someone else decide what is most beautiful for Lord Elbert?

Alfons: That's how it will be.

Alfons: Well, if it's the most beautiful thing for El, then when he gets it, it's something fateful, and he’ll know right away.

Alfons:…Perhaps.

Kate: Perhaps….

(Can he really find something so adequate…?)

(Then again, I guess it's like a hobby or a pastime or something.)

Kate: Mr. Alfons knows Lord Elbert very well, doesn't he?

Alfons: Yes. We've been…."friends" since we were children.

Elbert: What were you talking about…?

When he finished talking with the owner of the shoe store, he came over to us and tilted his head beautifully.

His action caused several men and women nearby to collapse.

Alfons: It's small talk. About your troublesome collecting habit and your wanting of beautiful things.

Elbert: Oh…is that so.

Elbert:….If you find something beautiful too, let me know.

The way his hair sways and casts a shadow over his ocean-blue eyes makes him look more dazzling than anything else in the storefront.

Kate: A—All right….

(I can't say….it's right in front of me.)

I tore my gaze away from Lord Elbert, and looked around to the other side of the street,

A large cat with pure white fur caught my eye in a display window.

(Wow…pretty.)

Kate: How about this one? She's beautiful.

Elbert:….A cat, huh.

Elbert: If you say so...let's take her home.

As we crossed the street and approached, the cat in the show window was interested in us and walked up to us lovingly.

Kate: Fufu…so cute.

Elbert:….

Lord Elbert gently reaches out and the cat rubs against his palm through the glass.

(…Hm?)

Alfons:…..

Suddenly, I noticed Alfons staring at the scene with a strange expression on his face.

Kate:…Mr. Alfons? Is something wrong?

Alfons:…No? It’s nothing.

(He looked like he wanted to say something, but...maybe I was mistaken.)

Alfons: Well, it's time to wrap up. Things will be busy at night.

Kate: Do you have something to do?

Alfons: Yes, I have some errands to play around in London tonight

(….Are you joking or are you serious?)

(Looks like I still don't know much about Mr. Alfons either.)

——In the end, the back of the wagon was filled with a mountain of goods.

Kate: How can you afford to buy so many?

(No matter how aristocratic they are, money can't just flow out like water, can it…?)

Alfons: Since the Crown is owned by the queen, we’re fairly well paid.

Alfons: And there is one more secret.

Alfons: Anything that doesn't fit El’s eye is destined to be left as junk in his room.

Kate: Eh.

Alfons: I am selling them on my own.

Kate: Selling…what!?

I was so taken aback that my surprise came out in my voice.

Alfons: The interesting thing is, "That Earl Greetia stored it!" That's why it's expensive.

Alfons: Thanks to this, the Greetia family has always been in the black.

Alfons: Stones, pieces of glass, and obvious trash are disposed of.

Kate: Y-You can sell them without his permission?

Elbert:….Yes. I don’t mind.

Just before getting into the carriage, Lord Elbert muttered almost to himself.

Elbert: Because I'm not interested in…something that wasn't beautiful.

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[kimpossibly]

⋆♱✮♱⋆ 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙈𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙊𝙉 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙂𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙍𝙔 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉𝙎 !

𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍'𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀! new theme, new obsession, new me! i'm really excited about this one. i started and finished ahs coven in a few days and holy LORD i love it. i also go to school in new orleans, so it's definitely rlly special to me :) 𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂: madison montgomery x fem!reader 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: some nsfw headcanons toward the bottom, i'll give a warning before the transition. swearing, use of magic (reader can charmspeak), mentions of death/murder (if you've seen ahs coven you have an idea of what to expect) 𝙍𝙀𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏: none, this is totally self indulgent haha!

𖤓 she would initially take interest in you if you were from a rich family—maybe the mob or something, maybe you guys just had money. but if we're going with the mob route, she'd ask sooo many times about the fucked up things you've seen.

"have you ever seen someone get shot?" "uh...no." "ugh, boo. what kind of mob family are you?"

𖤓 she'd kinda do what she did with zoe in the first episode—she'd find you kind of interesting and be like well. guess this is my friend now.

"i'm dangerously low on entertainment. and a roommate. i guess you'll have to do." "...thank you?"

𖤓 the first time you guys would hang out one-on-one would be when madison gets cabin fever and breaks you guys out to get your nails done.

𖤓 it's here that madison gets your whole backstory out of you, including (but not limited to) how you discovered that you were a witch, why you were sent to robicheaux's, and what powers you have.

𖤓 i imagine she'd be fascinated by charmspeak. once you tell her how it works and what it can do, she's already imagining all the things she could do if she had that ability—all the roles she'd have, all the money she'd make, all the things she could get. at that moment you become more than just new entertainment to her. you become useful.

𖤓 you'd go shopping after and she'd be grabbing things left and right. dresses, fur coats, jewelry. if she likes it even a little, she's grabbing it and adding it to the pile.

"you're seriously going to buy all of this?" "nope. you are."

𖤓 she asks you to charmspeak the cashier into giving it all to you guys for free. when you refuse, she's not angry, really, just...surprised? maybe a little confused by you. you have this insane ability to get literally whatever you want, and yet you adhere to a strict moral code? she just doesn't get it.

𖤓 while she doesn't make you use your charmspeak, she does set a small fire to distract the employees long enough to let you guys sneak out with all the stuff.

𖤓 which then, of course, results in a massive fashion show back at robicheaux's. severely disappointed by your wardrobe, madison forces you into some of the clothes from your shopping escapade, and even some of her old things. she's surprisingly generous with the amount of things she'll just give you.

"i like this one." "keep it. i wore it to the teen choice awards two years ago, so i can't be seen in it again." "says who?" "says fashion, y/n. the media. the press. rewearing an outfit is like writing 'i'm poor and irrelevant' on your head in permanent marker." "oh. of course."

𖤓 from then on, you guys are attached at the hip, so much so that nan and queenie take to calling you madison's assistant behind both of your backs.

𖤓 one weekend madison forces you to come to a frat party with her (and i mean forces—you'd been to a couple frat parties at home and hated them, so she has to do some hardcore convincing to get you to go with her).

𖤓 and going to a frat party with madison is definitely a unique experience. from the moment you step in the door, all eyes are on her—madison montgomery, the movie star. and there you are, trailing after her like a lost puppy. it's slightly humiliating, but madison does her best to be accommodating.

𖤓 and by accommodating, i mean she navigates you two to the drink table and starts pouring shots for the pair of you. you both take one, then two, and that's where you stop. madison does not. she takes a third, then a fourth, and then drags you onto the dance floor with her.

𖤓 the dance floor is where a new side of madison comes out. she dances like absolutely no one but you is there, moving around in an energetic but still graceful way. if you're not a big dancer, she'll put her hands on your hips and gently guide you to sway with the beat.

𖤓 she'll definitely get more touchy when she's drunk on the dance floor, holding your hand and moving your hair for you when it gets in your face. your faces will get so close without either of you even realizing, and then you'll burst into laughter for no reason.

𖤓 but then some frat guy would appear and start flirting with madison and she'd kind of float away to dance with him. your mood definitely takes a bit of a hit at that, but you're buzzed enough that you can dance on your own without feeling lonely.

𖤓 you keep an eye on madison as much as you can, but eventually she and the guy disappear. you stop dancing and move to look around, suddenly worried. eventually you find her, stumbling up the stairs with her hand attached to the guy. absolutely not.

𖤓 you catch up to them, stopping madison before she can get to the top of the stairs.

"hey, madi, time to go." "ha, sure. you go ahead, i'll catch up with you." "no, madi, it's time for both of us to go." "look, i get that it's past your fucking bedtime or whatever, but i'm having a good time. what the hell is your problem?"

𖤓 yeah, she doesn't take kindly to being told what to do. but she's too drunk to be going to some random frat guy's room, and you're too drunk and tired to argue with either of them. so you have no other choice. your eyes turn black as you summon your charmspeak.

"let her go, and stop trying to take advantage of drunk girls. work on trying to be a better person, take up volunteering or something. don't be a creep."

𖤓 the results are instantaneous. the guy lets go of madison's hand, muttering something about being too drunk, and heads upstairs alone. that's the first time madison's ever seen your charmspeak in action, and she's fucking furious.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" "i just did you a favor. trust me." "bullshit! you can't tell me what to do." "technically i can, i just don't. come on, let's go."

𖤓 eventually you coax her out of the party and start walking back to robicheaux's—which is made considerably harder by the fact that madison is still very drunk, stumbling in her heels so badly that you have to wrap an arm around her waist to support her.

𖤓 she's silent on the way back, still fuming at you. but as she sobers up, she comes to a realization she wouldn't normally come to: you were right. she was way too drunk to be hooking up with a guy ten minutes after she'd met him.

𖤓 and the next thing she realizes is that you were just looking out for her. nobody ever really had before. madison had been told no very few times in her life—she used to think that was just a testament to her fame, but over time she came to realize that it just came from a lack of people who care about her. and that's when madison comes to the terrifying realization that you care about her.

𖤓 and since she doesn't really know how to say 'thank you," she gives you one of her joints for your trouble when you get back to your room.

𖤓 you share the joint in the backyard, finally having sobered up enough to enjoy a high. you stay quiet, mostly because you're worried she's still mad at you, partially because you're embarrassed that you used your charmspeak on someone, which you swore to yourself you'd never do again unless it was life or death. you were scared that madison was going to cut you off entirely. most people back home did when they realized what you could do. a voice in your head was telling you that madison was never going to speak to you again.

𖤓 so imagine your surprise when she turns and kisses you.

𖤓 you just back out of pure surprise, completely caught off guard. you have a million question but your high only allows you to stutter a huh?

𖤓 madison just laughs a bit, expertly hiding her disappointment at your pulling away. all of her television and film acting serves her well in situations like this.

"what? am i still too drunk for you?" "no, i just...what?"

𖤓 you're just so surprised. did you find madison attractive? undoubtedly yes. did you maybe kind of sort of definitely have feelings for her? also yes. but did you ever think there was a universe in which she'd reciprocate those feelings? absolutely not. so what the fuck was happening?

𖤓 the second time you guys kiss, you're the one who leans in first.

𖤓 that night, you don't do anything more than kiss (despite madison wanting to), but you do end up crashing in madison's bed in your party outfits and makeup. the hangover the next morning sucks ass, but the memories of the night before get you awake pretty quickly.

𖤓 i feel like it wouldn't be too long after that that you guys start dating. madison's never been a huge dater—she's very deeply ingrained in hookup culture, as most of young hollywood is. but when it comes to you, she doesn't think she can settle for the occasional hookup. for one, you guys are literally roommates, so you're together most if not all of the time. for another, her attraction towards you isn't just physical. she likes being around you. she likes talking to you. and because you had a moral compass, hanging around you made her feel like a better person. she hadn't had someone like that in...well, as long as she can remember.

𖤓 there'd never been an official "do you want to be my girlfriend?" type conversation. you would be out somewhere, someone would start messing with you, and madison would get in their face and tell them to leave her girlfriend the fuck alone. they'd leave, and madison would turn to find you with wide eyes and cheeks flushed pink.

"girlfriend?" "duh. is that a problem?" "nope, not at all." "good."

𖤓 i imagine the pda isn't too over the top, but it's definitely there. she'll hold your hand while you're out and about and occasionally lean in to kiss you (she thinks leaving lipstick marks on your cheek is cute). when it's just you guys in your room, she could be all over you depending on her mood. she also loves cuddling, even f she doesn't act like it. whether she wants to be the big or little spoon again depends on her mood. if you're just lying on your bed reading or something, she could just come over and lay her head on your chest if she feels like it, and you do the same to her.

𖤓 when you guys are alone she can literally be such a softie, but she will deny it to the ends of the earth. like if as a joke you threaten to tell everyone how cuddly she is she'll deadass be like "girl. who tf will believe you" and she has a point because like. no one would expect that from her.

𖤓 she's not a big user of pet names, but i can definitely see her calling you "babe/baby."

𖤓 if you have similar styles, your clothes would be her clothes and vice versa. if not, she'll still give you her clothes to wear. she just loves it when you're walking around in her shirt/dress/shorts/etc.

𖤓 also, madison can be an extremely jealous person. if you're out and someone is flirting with you, she will not hesitate to appear out of nowhere and kiss you.

𖤓 or you would make a little game out of it. for example, if a guy was flirting with you at a bar, you'd entertain him for a while, and then when he got around to asking you for your number or asking you out, you'd give an apologetic look and say "sorry, i only date celebrities," and then madison would appear out of nowhere and put an arm around you, giving the guy a smug little smile. you'd laugh about that for a while.

𖤓 you're one of the only people who can see through her "acting" in daily life. she's more confident than the average person for sure, but a good portion of her not giving a shit is acting. you become so attuned to her mannerisms that you start to recognize what's real and what's fake.

𖤓 it would be heavy grumpy x sunshine vibes with you guys. or like...bitch x sweetheart. when everyone else finally finds out you guys are together, they're so surprised. no one can fathom the idea that you, one of the nicest people at robichaux's, are dating the literal bitch supreme.

"y/n, you're...dating her?" "careful nan, you might hurt my feelings."

𖤓 and speaking of everyone "finding out," i imagine you wouldn't do some big reveal where you announce it to everyone one day. you'd both just stop giving a shit about trying to hide your relationship from everyone else.

𖤓 sometimes you really have to tell her to chill tf out...like she'll be threatening someone over next to nothing and you're right behind her apologizing for her.

𖤓 but when it comes to defending you, she will stop at literally nothing to ruin their lives. if they mess with you, they mess with her, and no one messes with her. so by extension, no one messes with you. ever.

𖤓 you'd be the first person she wants to see after the resurrected. you'd see her and run into her arms crying, and she'd say something like "jesus, calm down, i'm fine," but she's tearing up too because she thought she'd never see you again.

𖤓 you're the thing that gets her to feel again after she's brought back. it's around this time that she first tells you she loves you. you wouldn't be doing anything in particular, maybe just lying around your room and watching a movie or something, and she'd realize that she actually feels okay. and then the words would just tumblr out before she can stop them.

"i love you."

𖤓 you'd look at her, and she doesn't see surprise or fear. just a smile.

"i love you too."

𖤓 there wouldn't be a big fuss about it either, you'd both just kinda put it out there and let it be. it's so un-madison to be so chill about it, but she likes it being lowkey. you're hers, she's yours, and that's it. it's one of the only things in her life that's just simple.

𖤓 and if you somehow died? she would do literally anything to resurrect you. there is no universe in which you get to stay dead. not if she has any say in it.

𖤓 before the seven wonders, she’ll pull you aside and tell you, no bullshit, that you have to make it out. you have no choice. neither of you. she won’t even entertain the idea of saying goodbye to you because she won’t fathom the idea of either of you not coming back.

𖤓 at the end of the day, you are the one she wants to be with. whether that's alive or dead, it's you. that's something that's constant in her life.

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𖤓 in my head, madison is extremely bisexual—she's attracted to anything that's hot. in a similar vein, she never really had an aha moment when she realized she was attracted to girls, it was always just kinda there and she thought, so what? she knew realistically that she kinda had to keep it quiet when she became famous because the media could be ruthless, but she knew who she was pretty early on.

𖤓 to start, madison loves giving hickeys. it ties in with her being a jealous person—what's better than a literal physical mark telling everyone that you're hers? she'll leave them everywhere too. your neck, collarbones, shoulders, breasts, inner thighs.

𖤓 when it comes to men, i feel like she'd lean more towards being bratty/submissive, but when it comes to women? she likes to be in control, for sure. she'd like to give and receive, but she adores watching you come undone on her fingers or her tongue.

𖤓 the best way i can think to describe her is rough but gentle. like, she can be vicious with you but then lean in and whisper "are you okay, baby?" and if you say no, she'll tone it down.

𖤓 she'd also tease the fuck out of you. like, anywhere. during dinner, when you're out, anywhere. she'll put a hand on your thigh and just eeeeeease it higher and higher until your face goes red and you have to push her hand away. she'll literally laugh at you when you stop her.

𖤓 at parties, she'll be all over you while you dance. you'll be pressed against each other, moving in sync, until you wander over to the corner and you can't keep your lips apart anymore. if it's dark enough, she'll even sneak a hand up your dress. she'd be so smug if she could make you come while you're literally on the dance floor.

𖤓 or she'll just drag you to the bathroom and make you sit on the counter so she can eat you out. and then afterwards she'd just fix her lipstick like nothing happened.

𖤓 i feel like if she had an inexperienced partner, she'd be really excited to be the first to do certain things to you, or to figure out what makes you tick. and if you were anxious or nervous about anything, she'd find it soooo cute. she'd be quick to put your worries to rest, though.

"relax, baby. let me take care of you."

𖤓 but sometimes, of course, she'd be more than happy to have to take control—she'd tell you exactly how she likes it and tells you when you're doing a great job. and she is loud. she's got no shame when it comes to that. she doesn't care if people hear her moaning—in fact, sometimes she'll purposely be so loud that she knows everyone can hear her. she doesn't care if people hear how good you make her feel. she also likes seeing the way your face flushes red whenever she does it.

𖤓 she's not exceptionally kinky, but there are deffffinitely a few things she likes. she'd be into breath play and temperature play—as in, she likes choking and sucking on an ice cube before eating you out. while she can be rough, she would never do anything to actually hurt you.

𖤓 we also saw how she was when zoe walked in on her and kyle—she loves the idea of getting caught. she has no clue why, but the idea of someone walking in when she's between your legs gets her so turned on.

𖤓 she'd also give you permission to use your charmspeak on her sometimes. you're hesitant at first, but eventually you indulge her.

𖤓 she'll use a healthy mix of praise and degradation and she likes getting both back. some days you're a good girl and some days you're a slut, there's no in between lmao.

𖤓 she's conflicted when it comes to adding a third person into the mix. on the one hand, the idea of anyone else getting to touch you the way she does makes her furious. on the other hand, she likes the idea of watching/having someone else watch. you'd probably have lots of discussions about it to see what you're both chill with, and it'd probably end with you both flirting with a guy at a party and having a threesome. it's not spectacular, it's not awful, it's just fun.

𖤓 before you, madison never really understood aftercare. mostly because she never got it, so she never expected it. she was used to hooking up and leaving either right after or in the morning, so she's pretty surprised when you ask her if she wants to shower with you after the first time you guys have sex.

𖤓 taking a shower or bath together becomes the norm after you have sex, but if you're too tired you'll just fall asleep tangled up in sheets together.

#madison montgomery x reader #madison montgomery x y/n #madison montgomery x you #madison montgomery #ahs coven #american horror story #ahs #wlw #sapphic #madison montgomery headcanons

[frenziedslashers]

The Walking Dead Masterlist

I will be including all of my Walking Dead works here! If you have a character you would like me to write for that is not on the list, feel free to ask!

Feel free to send in requests. Whether it be headcanons, NSFT alphabets, Oneshots/Imagines, or just to talk about the characters! I am super invested in this series right now haha

Slasher Masterlist || Borderlands Masterlist || Request Rules/Characters I Write For

(Before interacting: If you are 17 or under I will be blocking your account. I do not want to feel like I am providing for minors, if that makes sense. I hope y'all understand!)

Daryl Dixon:

I Love You, And I Don't Say It Enough (pt. 1) (Smut - AFAB! Reader)

Daryl Dixon returns to his S/O after escaping Sanctuary when Negan took him from his family. When he comes back to you he's hurt, but he needs you. A happy little reunion between the both of you quickly turns into a lot more.

Baby, It's Okay (pt.2 - AFAB!Reader)

After the little reunion that turned into an intimate moment. Daryl's S/O later finds out she's pregnant due to the help of Carol. She planned on waiting to tell the man so he wouldn't worry about her, or react poorly to her being pregnant. He's ecstatic over the news though, even if it did come as a surprise.

NSFT Headcanons (GN!Reader)

Just as said. Some NSFT Headcanons for Daryl from an Ask Game

Open Up Your Heart For Me (GN!Reader)

Daryl found you back when this all started and he took a liking for you from the beginning. When Rick comes back into the picture, though. Shane gets a little desperate and tries to seduce you, but you aren't interested one bit. Daryl keeps you close, and makes sure you're safe. Later on at the farm he's losing it over Sophia and you're there to comfort him. He understands that you're the person that he wants to survive for. It isn't until the prison that he finally opens up and lets you in, though.

You Know You're Right

Daryl finds a scared stoner and takes them under his wing. After taking him with him to hilltop about a month later. He shows him he was listening to everything he told Daryl by showing up with a battery-operated CD player and their favorite songs. A little weed later, and feelings are being shared through actions.

No Happy Ending

A little Drabble where Reader gets bit and Daryl has to deal with it. Sort of a writing practice but I'll like it here if y'all wanna read it.

Dirty Secret

You're Glenns younger sister and Daryl winds up having a thing for you. You take notice to it and go out of your way to try and initiate a relationship with the archer. With the help of Carol and some of the other girls at the camp, of course. This is set in S1 and I am working on a part 2.

Reader with Vocal and Motor Tics

General Head canons on Daryls reaction to a reader with tics. Could be Romantic or Platonic.

Rick Grimes:

NSFT Headcanons (GN!reader)

NSFT Headcanons from an Ask Game

Hey there, cowboy (MALE!READER - smut)

Rick had been checking you out for months, and the tension between the two of you only seemed to grow. You're a previous rancher and he wants to know more about ranching, even if there isn't too much you can show him. After you dropped your hat though, and he puts it on. You inform him of the "Hat Rule." He seeks you out after Maggie and Daryl inform him on what that Rule means.

Jealous Rick Headcanons

How I depict Rick would react when jealous.

How Rick Acts Before and After Getting In A Relationship(GN! Reader)

You are Daryl's little sibling and Rick is slowly discovering a love for you. These are headcanons on how he would react to discovering that he likes you, and how Daryl also reacts to it.

You Drive Me Crazy (GN!Reader)

A jealous Rick x Reader fic where Rick does not like the way Spencer looks at you. The two of you had been dancing around feelings for months and after you all get to Alexandria you finally convince Rick to let loose and pretty much be your date for the party Deanna and the others were throwing for you all. Spencer gets a little touchy and makes you uncomfortable. Rick is fast to sweep in and save the day. Leading to a little more when he finally gets you back home.

Rick Grimes - Breeding Kink

General Headcanons of Rick with a Breeding Kink

Rick Realizing He Likes Men - (Male!Reader)

Headcanons of Rick discovering his sexuality

Why Can't You Be Mine Already?

This is a continuation of the headcanons "How Rick Acts Before and After Getting In A Relationship". You are Daryl's little sibling and when you get into Alexandria - after months of you and Rick beating around feelings - Rick finally starts taking the reins on whatever your guy's relationship is. He gets jealous over how Spencer is talking with and looking at you. Stuff finally goes down between the both of you after you yell and ask him exactly what the hell you two are.

The Supply Closet - (FTM!Reader/NSFW)

You and Rick go on a supply run to one of the nearby towns from the prison. When you both get there Rick is in utmost awe for you when he realizes you were getting supplies for his kids and looking out for their interests. He's tired of beating around feelings and teasing, so he pulls you into a supply closet and things get a little heated.

Love Letters (GN! Reader)

Super Angsty fic about Rick dying and killing Negan and the letters he left to you and a few of the others. Sort of a fic I used to just get some emotions out.

Safe and Sound

Rick finds out that Deanna sent you and some of the others on a supply run with Aiden and Nicholas. His blood is boiling and he hates that she's sending his people with others that he hardly knows let alone trusts. How does he react when you come back hurt? Not well.

Reader with Vocal and Motor Tics

General Head canons on how Rick reacts to a Reader with Tics. Could be Platonic or Romantic.

Glenn Rhee:

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Reader with Vocal and Motor Tics

General Head canons of Glenns' reaction to a reader with tics. Could be Romantic or Platonic.

Eugene Porter:

Hold Me Please - Reader is Maggies little Sister

Negan Smith:

Eugene and Reader are stuck hanging out in the library while everyone else is falling asleep or already asleep. An innocent conversation and an innocent gesture soon turn into a little more. Eugene finally gets to see if you feel as soft as you act, and you get to kiss the brainiac that slithered his way into your heart. Like everything else, it doesn't last for long.

Aftercare Headcanons

Just as it says. Aftercare headcanons with Eugene.

C'mere, Honey-Bear(GN!Reader - Alludes to sexual themes, nothing graphic)

Negan is finally reunited with you after years of not seeing you. He lost you before the world went to hell and due to Rick's group you're safe. You're on your knees at the lineup, and due to seeing you. He lets the others go and you come with him. Both of you expressed how much you missed one another.

My Two Favorites (Transmasc! Reader - NSFW

Negan picked you up and took you to the compound towards the beginning of all of this. The two of you have been around each other a lot and trust each other more than you would care to admit. You have walls, and don't know how to feel when he's finally starting to talk them down brick by brick. After he denies you the ability to leave the compound on your own an argument breaks out between the both of you, and things get a little heated after feelings are told.

Negan Reacting To A Pregnant S/O - AFAB! Reader

Just as it says. Very wholesome content that I enjoyed writing for. Papa Negan is my favorite.

Father of Mine - Pregnant!Reader

Negan and Reader were together before he started killing people for sport. When Rick comes around she helps the sheriff take him down in promise that Negan stays alive. When they get to Alexandria she lets him know of a little surprise she was keeping back.

Rick and Daryl Poly Stuff:

General Poly HC's with Rick and Daryl

Just some Poly Daryl and Rick Stuff. Probably won't write anything more for them since I'm not the biggest fan of writing for Poly relationships (Nothing against them! Just not my cup of tea to write for.) So this may be all you get from me, chums.

Playlists:

(These are playlists for characters of songs I think they would listen to, feel free to suggest bands or songs for me to add to them!)

Negan Smith - Oldie Country music, Classic Rock, Hard Rock, Grunge, and a couple Nu Metal songs.

#the walking dead #twd #the walking dead fanfiction #daryl dixon #rick grimes #Negan smith #Abraham ford #tyreese williams #x reader

[grailfinders]

Grailfinders Viewers' Choice: Beast IV L

if anything's getting my icon blurred out, it's this one. anyways!

it's that time of the month once again, and this time I feel like an absolute beast. well, to be more accurate, y'all felt like getting an absolute beast. a beast (fgo definition) that summons beasts (D&D definition). I'm sure this won't be confusing at all.

as usual I highly doubt this build is even remotely balanced for actual PvE play, but beasts are supposed to be world ending threats, so that shouldn't be a surprise.

the build itself will be under the cut, because hoo boy there's a lot to go over.

first up, beast IV can show up in her standard Koyanskaya form, which is the one primarily used when outside her lair. this is effectively a suped-up version of Koyanskaya of Dark, with access to unlimited weaponry and NFF-brand grenades, all of which work like standard "weapons of <x> slaying" do in D&D- they deal extra damage to humanoids, and can knock humanoids prone.

the big addition here aside from standard high-level-boss resistances is her Add to the Collection ability, where once per day she can try to forcibly plane shift a non-humanoid creature into a demiplane of her creation, basically putting them in suspended animation. this will be important for later.

form two is effectively Koyanskaya's big shadowy fox form. I didn't make any hard and fast rules about how these forms connect to one another, but I would probably say her masked form can turn into this combat form once a day, probably for a couple minutes at a time.

the gimmick for this fight is her Seasonal Cycle, which both reduces the number of legendary actions she gets to actually attack people each round, but also gives her buffs. I tried to keep this close to her lostbelt-based buffs in her final fight, but I also changed the names to be less FGO-centric if you want to use this build in a game. there's not a ton to say about this one that isn't regurgitating the seasonal cycle, it's just Masked Form with a bigger focus on kicking humanoid ass.

The big nipply form shown in the build picture has a lot of text, but I'll do what I can to break it down. This is Beast IV's final form, and it's the one that sets up the Tunguska Sanctuary in the first place, so there's a lot going on. Once again her humanoid-slaying effect grows larger, but she can only take this form in her lair, plus her speed is cranked wayyy down at this point. I just. cannot imagine that thing moving any faster than a crawl. if you need something done fast, that's what your lackeys are for.

speaking of lackeys, let's Reveal the Collection. this is a ten-minute ritual, which upon completion can summon copies of creatures that were stored by the Masked Form. The higher the CR of the creatures being made, the less you can make at a time, and the shorter your range is. there's also a lesser version of this you can do as a legendary action, and it's restricted to one creature at a time, of up to CR 10.

but of course, you need a place to put all those creatures! that's why she's got Regional Effects too! it's a whole lot of text, but it basically boils down to making a life zone and a death zone around her lair. half of your collection will tend towards the life zone, and half towards the other. in the life zone, the area is choked by plants, slowing down all humanoids in the area, and also healing effects targeting non-humanoids are more powerful. the death zone has extreme heat, and humanoids have disadvantage on saves against it. also, all summoned creatures in this region have double their normal perception distance when it comes to perceiving humanoids.

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So overall, this build isn't a world-ending threat like Tiamat, or an orbital laser like Goetia, but she's not supposed to be a full-grown beast yet, so I'd cut her some slack. plus, if your party includes non-humanoid players you can make a dozen clones of them to fight the party which sounds like a really fun time. that being said, I do pity any DM who as to keep track of her seasonal buffs in a fight.

#fgo #fate grand order #D&D 5e #DND build #DND boss build

[jerzwriter]

I do. Me too.

Ethan & Kaycee

Ainna strikes again! How we give her a few little pieces and an idea, and she just brings it to life will never cease to amaze me! In my HC, Ethan & Kaycee's wedding day was last week, July 29th. It's a simple, informal affair held at a beach house they had rented on the Cape. It's also a surprise wedding. With guests thinking they're coming to a surprise birthday/engagement party for Kaycee, but the guests are the ones in for the surprise. Here's a little more about their big day. I'll be adding to it over time.

I hope you enjoy this little fic about how they spent the morning of their big day!

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee MacClennan)

Rating: Teen

Words: 1,400

Summary: They didn't want a lot of fuss, so they planned their "surprise wedding" in less than a month. On the morning of the big day, they remember they forgot to iron out a couple of details, but it all works out in the end.

A/N: @choicesmonthlychallenge (Throwback to February, Day 12, Marriage).

Kaycee peered out the bedroom window, perplexed to see the beach nearly deserted on a perfect July day. The homes on this part of the Cape owned the beaches that served as their backyards. Still, she and Ethan had had rented this property before, and on a Saturday in July, the neighbors were usually out in force. She let the curtain fall from her hand and shook her head.

“Ethan, what did you do?” she laughed to herself.

July 29th had arrived. She couldn’t say finally, as she and Ethan picked this day less than a month before, but it was hard to believe it was here. In just over an hour, they’d greet their guests, who would learn they weren’t sitting in traffic on Route 6 for Kaycee’s surprise birthday party. No, the surprise was all for them because today was their wedding day.

With the exception of her parents, Alan and Naveen, no one knew. They only caved and told them the week before, and now, she was glad they did. The four of them were happily attending to last-minute details – which she was convinced included threatening the neighbors to stay inside until the ceremony ended – leaving her to quietly enjoy her last hours as a single woman.  

Also, she couldn’t have imagined getting ready for this day without her Mom. Rose had helped her into her wedding gown. Then she presented her with the pearl drop earrings she wore on her own wedding day, and Kaycee’s grandmother had worn on hers many years before. Even though Kaycee was going for a natural look, makeup still had to be reapplied after that. Now, with Rose off to ensure every flower was in its perfect place, Kaycee stood before the full-length mirror in her room, spinning in circles and watching the sheer, delicate lace of her gown dancing around her. Time spent planning be damned, she was allowed to say... the day was finally here!

A knock on the door startled her. She was pretty sure it was Rose making her way back, but just to be safe, she asked.

“Who is it?”

“It’s your future husband,” Ethan declared, a smile present in his voice. “I’m just checking to make sure you haven’t come to your senses and run away.”

“Hmmm, it was a close call,” she laughed through the door. “But Naveen stopped by and put this ankle monitor on me, so you’re safe.”

“Thank God for Naveen,” he chuckled. “You know, since Tobias still has no idea that he’s going to be my best man, I could change my mind and give the honor to Naveen.”

“Now, Ethan Ramsey! What has Tobias done for you to consider taking his title away?”

“Nothing. That’s just it; he’s done nothing, whereas Naveen prevented you from becoming a runaway bride.”

“Ethan,” she laughed. “If I was going to run away, it would have been long ago. You’re safe with me.”

Their conversation had all been in good fun, but those last four words left Ethan choked up. You’re safe with me.

“I know that,” he said with a cracked voice. “And I hope you know you’re safe with me, too.”

Kaycee leaned against the wooden door, a tender smile on her face. “Of course, I do, Ethan. Of course, I do.”

“Good,” he grinned. “And I heard two I do’s there. Excellent work, Rookie. Get practice in because I’m going to need you to say that one more time very soon.”  

“Oh, I plan on it,” she reassured.

“So, we never really discussed it.. but when do I get to see you? It won’t be when you’re walking down the aisle, will it?”

“Considering we’ll be greeting our guests together, I think that’s a no. See, these are the things we would have ironed out if we had gone a more traditional route.”

“Any regrets?” he asked.

“Not one.”

“Good. But that puts me right back where I started. When do I get to see you?”

“Well... nothing is stopping me from opening this door right now.”

“All right, but shouldn’t I go grab the photographer? I believe it’s called a first look shot or something like that.”

“You could,” she replied with a question in her voice. “But I’m not of the belief that every moment has to be shared or recorded. Some of them should just be lived, and I want to share this with you and you alone. Is that all right?”

“All right?” He enthused. “I think I just fell in love with you a little more.”

“All right,” she beamed, bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement. “Let me step back, and I’ll tell you when to open the door so we can see each other at the same time.”

Ethan’s heart began to race with anticipation. “Sounds good, but don’t make it long.”

“The room isn’t that big, Ethan,” she teased as she fluffed her skirt and positioned her lace train around her. “OK,” she beamed. “You can come in.”

His hand was already on the knob, and the door opened before Kaycee could complete the words. A puff of air escaped him, and he visibly stepped back when his eyes fell upon her.

“Kaycee...”  he gasped, completely overwhelmed. “You look...” he wanted to say so much, but words truly escaped him.

“So, is it appropriate?” she giggled.

A bright smile spread on his lips, and he quickly closed the distance between them before taking his bride into his arms.

“You are breathtaking,” he breathed into her ear. “I knew you would be, but,” he stepped back with tears in his eyes. “Nothing could prepare me for this.”

“So... it’s definitely appropriate,” she grinned. 

“I’m glad to see that getting married will have no impact on you being the wiseass I fell in love with.”

“Oh, never!” she assured. Moving closer, she smoothed out his lapel as Ethan wrapped his arm around the small of her back, pulling her tightly against him. “You look gorgeous, too,” Kaycee whispered. “Remind me how I got this lucky?”

“You,” he asked, lifting her hand over her head and giving her a gentle spin. His eyes drinking in every inch of her. “The lucky one is me, and I won’t hear any arguments.”

“We’re both lucky,” she smiled.

“OK, I’ll accept that one!”

“So,” she questioned. “We have a little time to kill before guests begin to arrive. What would you like to do?”

Ethan smirked, leaving little to the imagination. “If I did what I want to do right now, I promise, we wouldn’t be in any condition to greet our guests anytime soon.”

“We will save that for tonight, dear.”

“Yes, and we’ll be kicking people out early! But what would you like to do now?” he asked.

“I know! Why don’t we take a quick walk along the beach? I know it’s a small guest list, but even so... once everyone arrives, I won’t have you to myself until the end of the day. So, want to take a quick walk, just you and me?”

“I’d love that,” he smiled. “But you need one thing before we go.”

“I do. What’s that?”

Ethan stepped back into the hall, returning with Kaycee’s bridal bouquet in his hand. 

“I think this will complete the picture.”

Kaycee held the bouquet to her nose, inhaling the beautiful fragrance of the soft pink and white roses and peonies in her bouquet. 

“It’s so beautiful,” she sang.

“It is, but it pales in comparison to you.”

Kaycee reached up and pulled him into a tender kiss. 

“Aren’t we supposed to wait until the officiant tells us to do that?” He asked.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“Come on,” Ethan insisted as he took her hand. “Let’s take that walk so we’ll be back in time to greet everyone. Until then, I’m showing you off to everyone on the beach.”

“Speaking of that... who do you plan to show me off to? The starfish? Can you explain why none of the neighbors are on the beach on this gorgeous summer day?”

“Briberly,” he deadpanned. “Bribery may have had something to do with it. I also told them they could join us at the reception later.”

“I knew you were behind it!” she laughed as they approached the door.

But just before they reached it, Ethan stopped and turned to Kaycee, gently taking her face in his hands.

“I love you, Kaycee. I love you more than I could ever express, and I hope you know that.’

Reaching up, she gently squeezed his hand.

“I do. And I love you every bit as much. I hope you know that.”

“I do,” he smiled.

“Thank goodness,” she grinned as they stepped outside. “I do...now you’re practicing, too!”

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[osiris-iii-bc]

The thing that should not be [Terzomega One Shot]

I finally made it with a Terzo/Ghoul. What’s your opinion on POV fics? I used to write a lot of it in my past fandoms but here I see rarely this kind of fics. Thank you @van-goghs-smoking-skull for your help 🌹

Genre: slash, explicit, oral sex, sex, Terzo POV, young Terzo, sub Terzo, dom Omega, first time with Omega/a Ghoul.

Pairing: Terzo x Ghoul (Omega)

Rating: Nc17 (explicit but not properly smut)

Words: 2.943

Summary: Terzo is the 20 year old last heir of Papa Nihil and he’s definitely not having fun at his father’s birthday party. Luckily, a big Ghoul is around to save the night…

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The first time we met, the big Ghoul and I, was in the hallways of the Ministry, shortly after the new summoning, but there was nothing more than a few distracted glances. I had seen him walking along with the other Ghouls, standing out for his size; their black robes covered every inch of their bodies, including their faces, making them look like nothing more than disturbing moving shadows.

The last time was a few days ago, and besides the looks, there was also the insolence of a mouth that was too big and too dirty to keep a few of their thoughts to themselves. 

It had been a coincidence that I happened to be passing by just in time to hear my name, followed by a somewhat ungentlemanly "I'm surprised none of us has fucked him yet."

The reply was even less gentle, “Just give me some time and my cock will end up deep in that throat.”

It must have been a group of Ghouls, judging by the voices, but from the cloister colonnade, I couldn't see them. A few more steps, and they were all there, gathered, chatting among themselves, some smoking with the cigarette passing under their masks. It was hard to tell who had spoken, but one of them, the tallest and most recognizable of the group, had stared at me a bit too interested while still laughing at what was said, even though it was impossible to imagine his expression under the mask.

I had noted that tone, knowing it would come in handy sooner or later.

Birthday parties are all dramatically the same and all equally boring, especially when it's your father's birthday. Or at least, I'm just in a phase of chronic dissatisfaction, as Copia would say.

Suddenly, a nearby, deep and familiar voice draws me to a small sofa that I only see from the back.

"...and so you're going on tour."

There is a girl with him, but I can't understand what they're talking about. I only catch a few phrases about music, and as I drink, I move a little closer. Just out of curiosity.

"Yes, in a few weeks." I hear him say, almost disinterested. 

"And is there a chance you'll take me in your suitcase?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't think you'd fit."

I almost want to laugh and clench the straw between my lips. I'd like to see the girl's face, but I only see her leave, probably after trying to hide her disappointment with all the self-control that a rejected woman can muster.

"You really know how to disappoint a woman." I say out of honesty, because I would have expected anything from him except for him to turn down someone like her.

He shrugs, not even surprised to see me there.

"If I listened to all those who flirt with me, I'd probably have little monsters scattered all over the world, which has probably already happened."

I raise an eyebrow, feeling my head a bit heavy for the few drinks I had. For now, it's still a nice feeling, but I've never been able to stop in time to leave it that way. Somehow, it's as if I need to create a balance just for the sake of destroying it with my own hands.

"I understand."

"Do you?"

I shrug, while I feel him watching my lips tighten around the straw.

I hear Sister Imperator calling me, and we both turn to her. "I think I have to go."

"You'll stay here, later?" That isn't really a question. It's an invitation, if not an order, and I quickly decide that I really like his orders tonight. "I'll make up for that incident in the cloister."

"See you later, then." I tell him as I boldly clench the straw of a now-empty cocktail between my teeth and move toward who I have always called mother.

After a night spent watching the others participate in the party, drinking and staring at the tips of my shoes as if in a catechism lesson, even the prospect of starting a conversation with Primo about his passion for succulents would seem interesting to me. Fortunately, my first brother doesn't have enough time to waste on me, so Copia approaches me, a cigarette between his lips and the rest of the pack still in his hand.

"Want something to drink?" he yells in my ear, as if the loud music gives him the right to think I've gone deaf.

"Do I look like someone who needs a drink?"

He nods convincingly. "Absolutely!"

"Then I'll go get it myself, at least it'll get me moving a bit. It's a real pain in the ass here."

"I haven’t seen you having fun lately!" He rolls his eyes before muttering something to himself, probably about what a creepy presence I am in his life. I hope that with alcohol around there's some action at least.

There isn't, or at least I don't get to know about it, as someone far more interesting than a drink blocks my way.

"Are you having fun?" 

The first time we saw each other, I must have had a really strange expression. It must have been at least five years ago and it was the first time I ever saw a real demon so close, but he hasn't changed at all, and I'm almost curious to know how he sees me now. Not that I expect him to understand concepts like age and physical change.

"Yes, yes."

"Shall we find a quieter spot, what do you think?"

I don't have the clarity to say no, and with a bit of luck, maybe I won't even remember it later.

I've seen him drink continuously during the party, but he seems as clear-headed as if what he's been drinking was fresh water. Either he holds his liquor well, or he knows how to mask it. Or maybe he's not a twenty-year-old jerk who collapses like an idiot after the third glass and makes a spectacle of his worst self.

I nod with a head that's a bit too heavy, then gesture for him to lead the way, only to stop him soon after.

"Wait a moment." I tell him, and I move away, looking for Copia.

When I find him, I only whisper, "Don't look for me… I'll be back in a while." making sure no one else overhears. He looks at me as if to say 'don't mess things up' - the way I have noticed everybody has started to look at me lately, as if they were ready to bet on me causing new trouble every step I take - and then reluctantly nods. I bite my lip, and the Ghoul takes his time to scrutinize me from head to toe as I approach him again.

When I don't want to feel utterly miserable, I seek refuge in Copia's reassurance. I revert to feeling at least ten years younger, shedding the darkness that has accumulated in recent years, especially when the hassle of being the last Papa's heir began to manifest. You need to start building your reputation very early, and I'm not exactly inclined to miss the fun of my youth for something that will likely happen in twenty or thirty years from now.

In all probability, later tonight or tomorrow I'll rest my head on Copia's shoulder, having him telling me that I'm a dickhead but that's ok, that the way to equanimity is a long and hard one, and I'll believe him.

The Ghoul raises a champagne bottle toward me, then hands me a glass as we sit on the secluded couches.

"To make it up to you." he explains, filling my glass like a seasoned gentleman. There's nothing to make up for, I'd tell him if I had the necessary courage, if you want, I can blow you right here.

We spend some time with a few words and many glasses that empty too easily, my stomach flaring up unsure if for the alcohol or who knows what else.

As I drink, I dare to throw a few interested glances at him, running my eyes up and down his frame, catching any relevant detail, even if it's hard to find them in a figure so covered up like his. The rings on his fingers, the shape of his shoulders, how he tilts his head when laughing… Anything can help me understand why him. And he does the same.

He talks about what he does, the music he likes to play, and worlds I've never seen.

Maybe I'll take you there. It always seems like he's about to say. Maybe we'll just stay there. Or maybe it's just me who wants to hear it from him.

I listen to him, barely hearing his deep voice, muffled by the mask he wears, and the party becomes just a confused cloud of lights and distant voices.

The mask is a testament to his past, his condition as a demon bent to the laws of a world not his own. Esoteric symbols stand out on his uniform; I focus on one of them, Omega. I decide on the spot to call him that from now on, aware that in the absence of an identity, everyone must have given him a different name.

How important it is for us humans to name everything. Perhaps that's our problem.

Omega, a guest who can't stay in his place and also the only one who manages to distract me.

We find ourselves drinking straight from the bottle, and I understand less than half of the things he tells me, but it seems to be okay with him. However, I can feel his hands lightly touching me while talking, so discreet that it surprises me. His are distracted caresses barely hinted at, words that say without saying, and I, who speak that language, immediately think of making it clear to him.

"Let's go to the bathroom?"

And I don't know if it's me or him who says it, but the fact is I get up, and he follows me.

Once inside, I let out a deep sigh that actually has nothing of the malice it seems. My ears already relax due to the newfound silence.

"I have to say you saved me from a boring night."

"You too."

I look at him through the mirror, and he does the same, at a comfortable distance from me.

"Really? Wasn't there anything more valuable than my company?"

He shrugs, then approaches, casting a glance at the door.

"It depends on how the evening might end..." he says with a very calm tone, getting closer until he's right behind me, but he doesn't touch me.

I almost want to laugh, but I let it stay just a little smile and I leave him there to enter one of the cabins and wait.

It doesn't take long before he follows me. He tries to enter, but he holds himself against the doorframe and dares to stretch only his head.

"Is there room for me too?"

I look away, tilting my head and shrugging, leaving it up to him to find out. And he does.

Perhaps my Ghoul doesn't like to give empty words, so he strokes my neck in a way I already know, and there's no need to even apply pressure for me to slowly slide down the wall to end up on my knees in front of him, putting into practice what he has fantasized about with his friends.

Too bad that this time there are no witnesses to prove how true to his word he is.

When he takes it out, I reluctantly admit that what they say about the Ghouls is indeed true. Me, a mere human, must accept and accommodate Mother Nature's wishes.

While I admire him, an involuntary "damn" escapes me, to which he responds with an avoidable "seems so.", but I decide to smile anyway. And then I begin.

I partly watch him and partly keep my eyes closed, relishing the weary satisfaction that comes from having the power to grip a man - human or not, as they apparently work the same - just by slipping into his underwear.

At some point, he stops me, and I understand that he wants to get serious; I stand up, and he immediately seizes my hips with those huge, hot hands. I've always thought of myself as not being a good catch for a woman, let alone a man, from this perspective... I have slender hands and long fingers, which I happen to know many appreciate, but they are minuscule in comparison to his; he probably doesn't even feel my touch.

From the way he's gripping me, it really seems like my entire body can fit completely between his hands.

He turns me around with expertise, and I let him.

I have too many thoughts in my head to properly think about how to move for him. Thoughts that I really shouldn't have in a situation like this, but I also know that this thing won't empty me at all; rather, it will fill my head even more than it already is.

As I gasp against the icy wall, I feel his face in my hair and his breath on my neck, escaping the mask he still has on.

"I like it like this."

Me too, sometimes.

I want to think about what a better person I could be, but instead, I let myself get screwed in a restroom by a Ghoul without saying a word, looking at the white tiles faintly mirroring my panting face while I moan and bite on the sleeve of my habit that still covers me, but not enough to grant me a decency I never really had. He has already said enough about me, and I remained silent even then. Maybe I deserved it. Sure I do.

When he thrusts, I feel it perfectly, almost too much. I feel it so much that I open my eyes wide and gasp, scratch the wall, and stiffen in a way that must amuse him. He grins in my hair and doesn't stop. Thank you.

At this point, I don't even know if this is actually his way to make amends, or if he has forgotten it along with the tenth glass he downed and changed his plans in the meantime.

In the following minutes, there are no words, and I'm grateful for that. I don't understand where one can find the strength to talk in a moment like this, when all you feel is your skin burning with flames that are only yours, and every breath seems like it's never enough.

Then it's just a warm breath on the skin, and what seems like a caress on my hips that now belong to him. At least for a while. Then I can't help but bend over in a way he doesn't seem to appreciate, or maybe he only takes it as a chance to pull my hair and tilt my head back, almost resting it on his shoulder, before pressing my chest back against the wall.

That's how I come, with one hand around my throat and the other resting on my hip, feeling my legs tremble and losing their strength as his thrusts get faster and stronger; I slide my tongue on my lip, hungrily savoring what's left of his flavor and all I can think of is how proud Asmodeus must be of me, while I ignore all the Clergy’s advice by letting those last drops of pleasure shake me and the voice dies in my throat in that last groan, while everything seems to turn white for a couple of seconds.

He holds me, saying nothing, with his huge hand holding himself on the wall, near my head, and the other firmly on my chest, pressing my back against him, and I can't say if that's a caring gesture or he just doesn't want me to fall on his feet.

I take my pack of Marlboros from my pants, which I've just put on, covered by my cassock, with hands still trembling a bit.

"Wanna smoke?" I ask, offering him one while I already have one between my lips.

"Nah." he mutters, as he gets dressed as well, as far as pulling up the zipper of his pants can mean "getting dressed."

I lean against the wall while he takes his time to straighten every fold in his Ghoul uniform, and I have strange thoughts.

"I was thinking about where we shouldn't be."

"Oh, yeah?" he asks, not at all impressed.

"What we shouldn't have done..."

Encounters between humans and hellish creatures are not forbidden, but highly discouraged. Nobody can say what the true intentions of an entity born and raised in Hell may be, and it's always dangerous to form that kind of bond with subordinates, especially ones who don't feel feelings in the same way as humans. It is something to play with carefully.

"I only think about what we shouldn't be and we'll never be, so don't get ahead of yourself."

I shrug, also unimpressed. The cigarette is still unlit, and I don't think I'll smoke it.

"So disappointing is really your specialty." I joke, approaching him in this bathroom that now seems too big. I offer it to him, and he looks at it a bit strangely. "But keep this one." I tell him, and I like to think he's smiling under the mask. The fact is that he accepts it.

You keep it, so next time, I'll come back to get it. 

And we'll smoke it together.

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[girlwifteef]

"The Real RomCom" Kirk Hammett x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and your friend dragged you to a lame party that you didn't want to go to and you end up meeting Kirk through that mutual friend. (Yes, this will be a series) (not my GIF)!

TW: Alcohol, hints of drug abuse, and language.

1984-85 Kirk Hammett

"Hmm, no." You said as you walked away from your roommate, who just so happens to be your best friend. She had asked you to come with her to a house party. She claims that her friend had gone away for awhile and she didn't want to go alone. You didn't know this person, why should you care?

"WHAT?" Your friend exclaimed at the audacity, you apparently had, when you said no. "What do you mean 'no'? Don't you have any love for me, Y/N?" Oh, here we go, you thought.

Your best friend was really the only person you felt that you could be blatantly honest with. With anyone else, you felt that you needed to conceal. If someone was being annoying you would just slowly shift away from the conversation. But with her, you could tell her to fuck off and she will for about 2 minutes and come right back with a movie in her hand for you both to watch and forget about the dumb argument. Whatever the case maybe, she's someone you can trust, though, it's obvious that she's the extrovert in your guy's friendship. Which doesn't bother you much, until she wants to take you somewhere you know you wouldn't enjoy at all. I mean, your best friend should know that you don't like party's and here she was trying to convince you to go to one. Your idea of "fun" was a little different to her definition to put it that way.

"Beck, of course I love you, but I'm not about to get out of my joggers and sweater to go to some dumbass party." You stated firmly while going back to watch "The Golden Girls" that was play on the T.V. She was not about to stop your binge watching for someone you didn't know, you thought. You chuckled as a funny scene was about to unfold and the T.V. turns off. Pissed, you slowly turn to scowl at Beck as you see the remote for the T.V. in her hand. "That wasn't very cool of you, dude." You said holding back your anger to see if your friend would explode on you first. Most of the time, you were right with that prediction.

"You know what isn't cool? You not wanting to meet new people!" Beck said raising her voice a little bit. In this case, you were semi right.

"Wh- can you blame me? People are scary and unpredictable!" You said in retaliation seemingly loosing the argument. "Plus, what if I make a fool of myself and end up drunk?" You asked. This was a real concern for you because, unlike Beck, you didn't want to wake up in the nearby ditch and stagger your way home. Where was her other friend having the house party anyway? Even worse, you wouldn't know where you would be, how far you could be from your home, and if you did get really dressed up there was no way of making it home safely in heels. Assuming that the party would end at 4 am. Well, that's what time you'd imagine it would end. You've only been to less than ten house party's, not including birthdays. You would probably be a nervous wreck the entire time as well because of the anxiety you face, you're bouncing your leg as you're talking to-

"Y/N!" Beck yelled getting your attention. "Damn girl, you've gotta get that 'zoning out' thing under control if you're gonna go with me." You looked at her confused.

"Who said I was going?" You asked a little surprised that she didn't listen to your concerns.

"I did, dumb dumb. You can borrow one of my dresses-"

"HELL. NO." You interrupted already knowing what she was trying to do. "You only own dresses that show half your ass, Beck! I'll stick with my sweats, thanks." You said pointing down to your legs as you propped them up on the coffee table.

"How rude! Mine only show a quarter! Just a peak!" Beck yelled as you walked to your room. "There will also be food there!" She stated loudly from the living room.

"Really?" You said peaking your head out confirming that you didn't miss heard her, Beck nodded with a shit eating grin plastered on her face, knowing that she had won the argument this time. Well, I guess I'm going, you thought as you closed the door. I mean, for food, you'll do anything.

"Does that mean you'll come with me?" Beck asked through the wood of the closed door.

You winced, "Yes." Cringing at your answer as you hear your roommate quite literally jump for joy; it made you laugh at her.

"Yay! Thank you, thank you, thank you, Y/N!" She squealed.

"So are you going to tell me what time we should get there or...?" You said trailing off, waiting for her to finish your sentence.

"Oh yeah, it's later on tonight." She said not think twice as she walked to her room. "I'm also gonna model for you so get out here and judge me!" Beck demanded.

You groaned, reluctantly walking out of your room knowing every dress is going to be the same thing but just a different color. "Do a have to?" You asked already knowing the answer.

"Yes! I want to look nice tonight because I was told my ex was gonna be there. I want him to see how he made a terrible mistake of letting me go. So, stop being a baby and get your ass out here!" She said as the imaginary devilish horns started to grow from her head. You, again, reluctantly walk over to your couch and plopped down already wanting this "fashion show" to be over.

Later on that night:

You and Beck had finished getting ready and headed to her car. You wore your signature tight blue jeans, an Iron Maiden t-shirt, boots, and a dark blue denim jacket. Beck, on the the other hand, had made you pick a dress for her from the "fashion show" earlier. She showed off a satin blue one, then pink, and a sparkly black one. You chose the black one and she thanked you for picking the black one because she wanted to match with you. Not to mention the blood red pumps she's been wanting to wear for months now. "Beck, can't I drive us?" You asked her pleadingly to save yourself from her erratic driving style. You loved Beck but god was it terrifying to see how useless the cops seemed to you. Let's just say she deserves a lot of "traffic violations" of any sort.

"Oh come on, you love my driving." She stated flipping her straitened hair as you both walked to her red 1970 something Porsche. You gave a long sigh, praying to whatever god that could hear you; to not let them die because of Beck and her fast and pretty car. "You don't even know where my friend's place is, Y/N." Beck said in a matter of fact way.

You sighed heavily again knowing she was right and accepting defeat for the second time today. "Who is this amazing friend that you have anyway? That is just soooo much more important than my comfort." You asked with an enormous amounts of sarcasm leaving you as Beck turned on the car and cranked the radio. Black Sabbath started to play loudly.

Beck rolled her eyes as she pulled out of your guy's garage and looked over at you briefly, "It's a surprise." She said simply, thinking that was the end of the conversation.

"A surprise?" You scoffed, "I don't know where we're going, we're probably going to die before we even get there because of your driving, and now I don't know if there will be a serial killer there as well." You listed very paranoidly at Beck who was giving you a look that made you feel like a crazy person. Funny, the song Paranoid had started.

"Do you really think I would be friends with a serial killer?" Beck asked offended.

"Well I don't know! You seem to make friends everywhere you go, I just assumed!" You defended.

"Well you assumed wrong! He's in a band!" Beck gasped trying not to give away any more information about her mystery friend. "Look, you'll like him I know it, well I think you'll like a lot of people there." She said giving a reassuring smile although from your point of view it looked like she was plotting something mischievous. You looked away from your best friend and grimaced at the thought of her setting you up with someone. While Beck still had a smile on her face, she pulled onto the lawn of the loud house that was blaring music and filled with people.

"Huh, you think were at the right house?" You said turning to Beck as she turned off the car raising an eyebrow.

Beck started to laugh, "Nope, we better drive around the block to make sure." She responded cackling loudly and you joined her feeling better about going to the party with your best friend by your side.

You opened the passenger door and hopped out still chuckling at Beck's joke as she started to get out and walk towards you. She locked the door and tugged her dress to cover her butt. "I told man, you're gonna be struggling with that dress the whole night." You said shaking your head at her as she stuffed her keys in her purse.

"Whatever, we're already here." Beck huffed pulling you into the house. To be honest, you didn't think it was a house, more like a mansion. Just by walking through the front door you could see all the hallways and doors the foyer had to offer at first glance. It would have been a real sight if there weren't already bottles littering every step and already, heavily, drinking individuals stumbling as you walked by. It wasn't even 10 o' clock and there were people passed out on the couch.

You were holding onto Beck's had as she slithered through the crowd and passed the speakers. Where the hell was she going? "Beck, where the hell are you taking me?" You yelled to her but thanks to the music and drunken screams, neither of you had any hearing left. She had pulled you up the grand staircase and into a second living room by a big window. Seriously? Who needs a second living room? "Are we meeting the rich rich class? You should have told me, I would have worn something more presentable!" You said to Beck finally being able to hear you over the loud but awesome music.

"No, silly! You'll see!" She said still being mysterious.

You huffed, "Seriously, Beck, tell me what I'm doing her-" You froze dead in your tracks at who you were looking at. Well, now staring at the males sitting on the couches trying to hold your breath as you hoped it wasn't a dream. Metallica was not sitting right in front of you, it wasn't true. You couldn't believe it. You turned to Beck as she ran up to her friend, who she was most likely talking about the entire night.

"KIRK! YOU'RE BACK!" She yelled running into his arms for a tight hug as you stood there stupidly. He hugged her back and they laughed, I guess they were really good friends, you thought as Kirk put her back down.

"Holy shit, Beck! We were gone for so long but it was so fucking rad!" Kirk gushed missing his old friend.

"I know you dick! You didn't take me with you!" Beck said scolding him playfully making Kirk laugh. Huh, you thought his smile was even cuter in person then on MTV. Not that you would ever voice that opinion.

Finally stepping back to include you, she pulled you next to her and patted you on the head. "This little lady right here is my best friend, Y/N Y/L/N." Beck said as you swatted her hand away feeling the heat on your cheeks. You didn't consider yourself short or tall, you liked your height but your best friend was making you self-conscious.

"H-Hi, it's really nice to meet you." You said stretching out your hand struggling to make eye contact with the very handsome individual in front of you. You gazed up at him waiting for him to respond and a offered a soft smile.

He looked into your eyes and smiled widely admiring Y/E/C taking your hand, "L-likewise, Y/N." Kirk said breathlessly. He then softly let go of your hand and glanced at Beck then back to you, "You guys wanna see everybody?" It was almost like he was asking you more than Beck, who had answered with "Hell yeah!" then ran over to greet the bandmembers leaving you by yourself with Kirk Hammett.

"I don't want to take up your time." You smiled slightly at the guitarist hoping you were wrong for saying that.

"You're not, sweetheart. I promise" Kirk reassured you as he lead you over to were they were all sitting by holding his hand on you lower back. "Hey guys, this is, Y/N." Kirk stated keeping his hand on your back. You gave a small wave and smiled to James and Cliff as Beck was laughing it up with Lars. He had looked up to see who Kirk was talking about. Lars bounced up to his feet to shake your hand. You weren't very ready for his energy but accepted his hand as Kirk dropped his hand back to his side.

"Welcome in, Y/N! Beck's your friend right?" He asked grasping exactly who you were.

"Yup! That's me." You stated glancing over to Beck giving you a thumbs up for interacting with people other than her.

"She said you have a little social anxiety, right?" Lars asked oblivious to the sudden drop in expression on your face as he stated an insecurity of yours. You knew he was a straight-up guy but damn, you didn't know you'd be called out on at a party you didn't even want to go to anyway. So, instead of voicing your feelings, you simply nodded your head. Lars then quickly put his arm over your shoulder and dragged you away from your friend and Kirk to get drinks, "Well, I know one thing that can solve your problem, Y/N!" He yelled practically running down the stairs and flew threw the crowd on the first floor. "Hard liquor!" Lars yelled over the still blaring music and waving "jazz hands" over the Jameson in an ice bucket.

You had to ask yourself who was driving home and what will happen to you and Beck if something goes wrong. You looked at the Irish Whiskey and then looked at Lars. Your mind clouded with worries and doubts making the reason to drink make more sense. "Fuck it."

END OF PART 1

A/N: Bro. Don't ask me why I love writing about them pre-black album okay? In my opinion they fell off but to each their own. I don't know how long I want to make this one, I was thinking about doing one shots later on with different bands. I really don't know though, lmk what you think of this first after you read and I'll look into my schedule >:). ANNOUNCEMENT!!!111!!!!!1!

I do indeed do my research on characters, so if you'd like me to write about any character that you find "interesting", if you catch my drift, I will happily write for you. Just go into my profile and ask away at the top!

Okay, okay, I done rambling! I hoped you liked the start of the new series, that's all from me today! Thank you and I hope to hear from you soon ;) <3

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[archoniluthradanar]

A Halloween Terror Fest with the Volturi masters : a Volturi one-shot

A Halloween Terror Fest with the Volturi masters : a Volturi one-shot

Holidays with the Volturi masters series

Volturi masters x Reader

(remember that in the Summer fun with the Volturi masters series of one-shots, the reader is now mated to Marcus. Also, not all trips with the masters are trouble free)

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Aro has called for you to come to the throne room because you're told he has something to ask you. When you get there, you see the three masters, including your mate Marcus, sitting on their thrones. You run up the steps to his side and kiss him, making a facial expression that silently asks him 'What's going on?'. You see him shrug in reply.

"My dear, will you come over here please?" Aro asks of you.

"Yes, Aro. Of course." You walk over to his chair and see he is reading a white card.

"What is the meaning of this?" he asks, holding the card out to you.

You reach out to take the card from Aro. Seeing it is an invitation, you can't help but smile. "This should have come to me, Aro. It's from friends in America. I couldn't very well give them my exact address, so used general delivery. Just call me 'resident'."

"It appears to be an invitation, but to what, my dear?" he asks.

You look down for a moment, trying to figure out how to describe the reason for the invitation. "Aro, there is a holiday in America called Halloween."

Not surprised, the Volturi master explains, "It is celebrated here as well, more in recent decades."

You look askance at Aro. "Do you celebrate Halloween?" you ask, thinking it would be interesting if vampires celebrated the holiday, the day when the lines between the living and the dead blurred. But you believe Aro and the others are not dead.

"Of course not, but it has caught on among humans who look for any excuse for a party. There is generally a festival in the piazza for the children and their families, but why would we attend?"

"Why, indeed." You look down at the Volturi, clarifying. "Aro, this is an adult party with costumes and dancing and food. And a few tricks, I imagine. A friend of mine who has a little money is putting on the party at her modest mansion in California."

"And you would like to go." Aro stares at you, knowing the answer before you can respond.

"Well, yes, since Marcus will soon be changing me, and I'll no longer be able to share my world with you nor will I be able to see my friends."

"Not meant as an insult, I do understand your love for childish doings, dear one."

"Oh, but adults have taken over, and they enjoy their own form of festivities." You give him your version of puppy eyes, and you smile when you see him relent with his typical overdramatic sigh.

"Very well, send a reply to your friends. Tell them we will all be there, along with our mates. Just give the secretary the details and I will see to the jet to get us to America, and a limousine that will await us at the nearest airport..."

"LAX," you pop up. "That's the Los Angeles airport."

"Very well," Aro says.

"And um...you and the wives will need costumes. Couples...costumes."

Aro laughs. "Costumes. It might be fun after all."

"I can show you an online catalogue so you and Caius may choose, with Sulpicia's and Dora's input as well."

The master who sees himself to be in charge waves his hand. "Yes, yes, of course. Now you go with Marcus and make your own choices. Thank you, my dear, for sharing your very human experiences with us." He kisses you on your cheek and sends you off to the secretary in the reception area.

As you leave the room with Marcus at your side, you hear Aro muse aloud to Caius, "What costumes shall we wear?"

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In the early morning on the day of the party, you and Marcus meet Aro at the foot of the staircase leading from the tower rooms, and wait for the others to join you.

"Aro, you look fabulous as the Mad Hatter," you tell him while you walk around the vampire leader. "Your face is already suitably pale, and the colour around your eyes is to perfection. The wig is just right, and the costume..."

"Yes, yes, my dear, I look wonderful." He gives you a grin, satisfied, if you are.

"You did watch the videos I saved for you?"

"Of course. I know how to act the part. I will be splendid, you'll see."

Marcus stands behind you, his hands on your waist. You can hear him inhaling your scent, so you lean back against him.

"You look so handsome, my love," you tell him, looking up at him over your shoulder. "We make quite the Roaring Twenties Italian mobster and his moll, don't we."

Unable to help himself, Marcus leans in to kiss your neck, sending goosebumps down your arms. "You are a delightful vision yourself, my heart." After Marcus kisses you, you turn within his embrace and throw your feather boa around him, drawing him even closer.

Just then, Caius comes downstairs with his mate, Athenodora, on his arm.

"Caius, you're going as...vampires? Gothic vampires? Seriously?" you exclaim. You have to admit, the Goth look plays up their natural beauty. Dora looks so different from the woman you know her to be.

"Yes, how do you like it? I thought it would be easier to pretend to be what we are, vampires. We won't have to wear contacts for one thing."

"Well, actually you do look quite attractive." You sigh at the tempting picture Caius makes, but go to his mate, giving her a sisterly hug. "Dora, you look absolutely beautiful, a perfect match for Caius. I see you both found suitable wigs, and the black costumes suit you." Dora is attired in a long black dress, her hair now a burgundy colour. Caius wears a black suit, the jacket long but not quite to his knees. He has donned a black wig as well which you think is perfect.

You peer closer as you admire them, now noticing a strange affectation. "Caius...fangs?"

Pulling them off, he replies, "And here I thought you'd like them. It would have been easier if we had fangs, so we would not have had to glue these on," he groused. "They may last a while since they're made of porcelain, but eventually the venom will make them unwearable." He tucks them into a small box where another pair sits, with a small bottle of dental glue. He then gives Dora a kiss. "Sei una vera bellezza, amore mio."

"Well, you both look perfectly dark and menacing," you say, seeing a cold smile form on Caius' face. At least he's happy with his choice in costume, you think. Has the usually blonde vampire ever been so hot?

You are luckily distracted by Sulpicia descending the stairs. Aro goes to wait at the base of the staircase, holding out his hand for his mate. "You look delightful, my sweet," he says, bending over her extended hand, kissing the top. Then he pulls her close and kisses her naturally red lips.

Sulpicia cups Aro's face with one flawless hand, whispering, "Il mio compagno perfetto."

You wait for the couple to finish greeting each other, then go to her. "Your costume is perfect, Sulpicia. You really look like the Alice of Wonderland of the film, and I adore the stuffed bunny." You smile, rubbing the soft stuffed animal she carries. You give the vampire queen a kiss on each cheek. "Your wig looks marvelous as well, but I love your beautiful brunette hair."

"As do I, dear, but this is just a costume. Doesn't Aro look splendid though." She openly admires her mate, who smiles back at her.

You rarely see Aro and Caius with their mates. It pleases you they actually seem to care about each other. Having no desire to upset either wife over the familiarity their husbands have taken with you, their displays of affection make you feel better.

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The flight to Los Angeles is a bit long, but you visit with the wives, play chess with Marcus, and also eat and nap, something the vampires do`n't need to do. On touchdown, a limousine is waiting for you. You look out the window at the passing scenery, missing America. The car reaches the Bel Air area, spotted with mansions that rival the palazzo you now call home.

When you arrive at your friend's house, everyone gets out to be greeted at the double front doors by their hosts.

"Tracy, it's so good to see you," you say with excitement as you hug your friend and her husband, David. You introduce them to your companions, glad it's dark out, but they easily hide behind their costumes.

Once inside, you're shown to a small ballroom where music is playing, courtesy of a DJ. Your friend leads you to the buffet that makes you hungry all over again, but of course, it doesn't appeal to the Volturi. Still, they have already managed to enthrall your friends and their guests with their vampiric allure.

"They are a bit strange, but I like them," she whispers to you.

You laugh, but say, "They're quite influential back home. And I am completely in love with my fiance Marcus."

"Pleased to meet you, Marcus. You must make my friend very happy. I see it on her face. I'm so happy for you both." She gives you another hug, then says, "I had better go greet the new arrivals. Please, enjoy yourselves and as always, my friend, make yourself at home. I have missed you."

You slide an arm around your mate. "She likes you," you say proudly, smiling.

The music infects not only you, but the five Volturi as well. As if free for the first time in a long while, they are enjoying mixing with humans. You hadn't heard one crack or complaint from them, not even Caius. The wives were definitely taking pleasure in being admired by the male humans around them, even dancing with a few they consider worthy. And yet, neither Aro nor Caius appear jealous. You were afraid at first, but everyone is just having fun. You remind yourself to thank them later for their restraint.

The song 'Slept so long' from the film Queen of the Damned comes over the speakers. You didn't think any of the vampires in the room had seen the film. You're surprised the DJ has such a mix of music in his repertoire, but you love it. A slow jazz one song, hard rock the next.

Your feather boa is draped around your neck, your long cigarette holder in your hand. You start to circle Marcus, attempting to show him that you can seduce him with your own form of aliure. You shimmy your hips as you dance, parts of your dress moving with you. You see his eyes darkening and tone back. It would not do to have him take you here on the dance floor.

Later, during a slower dance, Marcus holds you just tightly enough, as you both twirl on the floor. You looked up into his temporarily brown eyes, smiling. Your mate had not left your side all evening, even when you told him he could dance with others.

"Marcus, I noticed the others are dancing and talking with the humans here. Why don't you mingle?"

"I am content to be with you, my heart. There is no other for me." He leaned in to kiss you deeply, making your heart beat faster.

You look across the room to see Caius speaking to a woman while Dora dances with a human male. When you see Caius bare his fake fangs and lean into the woman's neck, you stepped back from Marcus and walked quickly over to the blonde vampire, crying out his name.

"Caius, don't!" By the time you get there, Caius and the woman are staring at you like you're insane.

"Sister, what the hell! I was only teasing with this woman. I wasn't really going to bite her," he hisses.

The woman in Caius' arms laughs nervously. "I had better go find my husband. It was a pleasure to meet you...Dracula." She left quickly, not looking back.

"Dracula, indeed! Sister, you ruined my fun, and almost drew more attention to me than if I had bitten her."

You apologize to him. "I'm sorry, Caius. It just looked like...from over there, it seemed...I'm so sorry. I should trust you more."

Marcus came up behind you, placing his arm around your shoulder. "Is everything all right here?"

"Yes, Marcus, my fault. I guess seeing you all acting so normal around humans, I keep expecting a shoe to fall." You give Caius a kiss on his cheek. "Forgive me?"

"Of course. Just relax. I won't harm any of your friends' guests, I promise." He gives you a smile and wink.

"Thank you, Caius." You hear a loud series of cackles, and turn to see Aro entertaining a small group with his typical humour. He is the Mad Hatter to perfection.

"Marcus, can we get something to drink?" You and your mate head for the bar, where you ask for a glass of wine. Without warning, the lights in the mansion go out. You smile, thinking it's just a prank being played by your hosts.

In the darkened room, Aro and Caius, along with Sulpicia and Dora, flash over to you. "Something is very wrong, my dear. Stay near our mates. Marcus, guard them."

You start to speak, "Aro, what is going on?", but he and Caius are gone, having flashed to the other side of the ballroom, safe with their speed before the humans' eyes become accustomed to the dark.

The party's hostess comes over the loudspeakers and asks everyone to stay in place, that there has probably been a circuit breaker overload due to the amount of power being used. But when you look up at Marcus, he subtly shakes his head. You lean into him, suddenly afraid.

Marcus sniffs the air. "I smell the stench of wolf."

"A werewolf?" you ask, holding onto your mate, your eyes peering blindly into the dark.

Guests are staying close to each other, their voices murmuring in confusion. The doors to the patio fly open when two bodies hurl through them. Caius is in his vampire clothing, now torn but he is minus his cloak, while the werewolf has his hands around the vampire's throat. Aro is close behind, attempting to come between the two battling creatures.

By now, the guests think that this is a show being put on by their hosts, and begin to cheer for one or the other of the combatants. Aro's hat has fallen off his head, hiding his identity. All the group sees is someone in a werewolf costume fighting two men.

"Marcus, is this...real?" you ask, holding onto his arm. The wives are also holding each other's hands, their eyes showing fear for their mates.

"Should we warn our hosts?" You fear Aro and Caius will fail, and the werewolf will look to the guests as victims. Your life with the Volturi has made you aware the world was not what you thought, and the supernatural was real.

"No, it would be best to let them remain in ignorance. Aro and Caius will take care of things." Marcus can see clearly the advantage his brothers have over the single werewolf. The animal is missing an arm, but is still able to inflict damage on his vampire attackers. Growls are heard outside, but you can't tell who is doing the growling.

"Our presence must have drawn it to this place," Marcus says. "Now you see they are real, my love. Caius was nearly destroyed by their kind long ago."

When someone flashes to your side, you think it is Aro or Caius, but your vision clears enough to see it's a stranger's face looking at you. "Marcus?"

Your mate is back at your side, gently pushing you behind him. "Who are you and why are you here?" Marcus demands, knowing this man to be one of them.

The nomad explains, "I am the one the werewolf was hunting. I hid in this place after seeing the lights and crowd, and borrowed this costume."

"Did you kill the owner?" you hiss at the stranger through gritted teeth. You hear no reply. "You should be out there fighting the beast, not our coven members!"

You see your friend coming into the ballroom with several flashlights, handing them out. "Marcus, this needs to end. We can come up with some excuse or sneak out in the dark."

"They've taken the creature outside. It will be destroyed, the evidence gotten rid of." Marcus notices the nomad has vanished and tells you. He hears Aro taking care of him, removing the head easily before tearing his limbs off the torso. They can't light a fire so near the mansion, so instead, make sure the body parts are buried far apart.

"In any case, we have got to get out of here too," you say, while watching your friend.

Now that the "entertainment" is apparently over, the crowd breaks up, many heading for the bar.

You hear Aro talking near you. "The car is waiting out front. We should depart now." No one argues, and all six of you head for the front door before your hosts notice you're leaving.

Once you're in the limousine, you assess the damage. Aro has cracks on his face and arms, while Caius is missing a hand.

"Oh my god, Caius, you're hurt!" you exclaim. You see Dora is already helping him, ripping the sleeve of his costume, letting him bathe the end of the dismembered hand with his own venom where he will press it to his arm, Dora ready to wrap it firmly with the torn fabric.

Knowing his life had almost been lost at the hands of one of these creatures, his courage impresses you, since it was Caius who first threw himself at the creature.

Caius sees the way you look at him. "This is my mission. It never ends, not until every last werewolf is destroyed. The fact I eradicated another one gives me great satisfaction, sister."

"And what about the other vampire, the nomad," you ask.

Aro kisses Sulpicia's hand that has been stroking his face. "That one will be no bother to anyone again."

You're proud of your new brothers for having saved your friends' guests. You see them as heroes, even if they aren't particularly fond of humans.

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The private jet takes off from the Los Angeles airport, allowing you to feel relief. You're sure Tracy will wonder where you have gone, but once you're home, you will never need to explain anything to her. You will probably never be returning to America again.

You sit on the long sofa, your mate's arm around you. Marcus smiles when he feels you snuggle into him. You watch as Dora pampers Caius, and Sulpicia is sitting next to Aro, their hands joined. You are tired, but everything worked out, you and your family are safe, and you're on your way home.

"I'm sorry for what happened, Aro...Caius."

"Do not worry, my dear," Aro tells you, feeling like a contented victor. "We have not had such excitement in a very long while. It validates our existence."

"Is my life always going to be this exciting?" you ask Marcus, your breathing more relaxed.

"I think not, but if it keeps you occupied, I will see what I can do."

You smile and sigh, nestling against Marcus, your eyes closing.

Marcus sees your smile and kisses your temple, letting you sleep as the jet heads home for Volterra.

A/N : Thanks for costume ideas from @Sparklybuildingsdesign88 -Marcus and his mate as a Roaring 20s gangster and his moll. And @Kimvolturicullen -Caius and Dora as a vampire and his mate, and Aro and Sulpicia as the Mad Hatter and Alice.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

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[hisui555]

Hazbin Hotel Thoughts : Alcohol 3 !

Part 1 (Hazbin crew) here

Part 2 (Vees + Overlords) here

Masterpost here

Now lessee how well Heaven can hold up its booze. While Ep 6 implies there's no (or very few) alcohol in Heaven, there's this funny concept called "let's pretend". Again, as seen with Charlie and Vaggie, part-angel or fully angelic people aren't immune to alcohol, so, let's go !

First of all, Emily, and I think that the complete irony is that she can hold it even better than Charlie. Ten glasses and she'll still be standing, excitedly asking for more - might even find the experience a brand new one and enjoyable, blissfully unaware of what awaits the common mortals after that (being a Seraphim, she ain't a common mortal). I peg her for the "curious" type of drunk, constantly asking the living hell out of everything and what's this, what's that, why is that guy falling flat on his face and not getting up ? Nor moving ? For hours ? but also hyper and super-excited. She already loves everyone and everything as her sober self, imagine when tipsy. Sliding down further that wonderful realm of drunken stupor might also make her the "sleepy" type, but contrary to Carmilla's "tired" drunk type, she's just yawning and wanting a nap, instead of being exhausted with everything.

Her filter pops like a cork, but given that her demeanor is mainly positive, she'll just shower everyone with praise and love, and at worst embarrass herself with oversharing - a bit of Anna's attitude around Hans in Frozen - so expect a lot of verbal backspace and realizing mid-sentence what she's currently saying, try to cover it up, only to have another slip of the tongue. I think she'll start to feel something around her 10th glass, and by the 16th or so be definitively at least tipsy, but might surprise everyone by tanking a full bottle before giggling at the pretty colors on the ceiling.

And as much just for irony, Sera won't be able to hold that well. She'll struggle to keep her head screwed on straight and try to maintain her usual poise, only to burst out one hysterical laugh ("HA !") at something at the least expected moment, and then snap back to regal and dignified again. While not a total lightweight either, she'll throw in the towel earlier than Charlie, so maybe she has around Vaggie's tolerance. Both the "tired" and "mood-swinger" type of drunk, in a sense that a constant battle to keep up the façade exhausts her pretty quick, and control slips, showing sudden bursts of wheezing hysteria. She'll sway a bit in the air, wings discoordinated, and might have trouble with distance estimations : grabbing something a wee bit too much to the left and patting around to grip the next glass. Might launch into lectures into the void, or talk to herself, both as an effect of the alcohol and to try to focus on something. Most of the time, people don't even peg her for drunk because "drunk" and "Sera" don't compute in their minds, but when you know where to look, you can see the signs that she's definitely wasted.

Might be able to hold 6 or 7 glasses, but by 10 it's over for her. She'll just wander aimlessly and come pretty close to smacking herself into a wall, talking to people that aren't there and being fairly disoriented. Really, the only saving grace is that she doesn't look as stupid as she's feeling, and that nobody will ever believe that the High Seraphim became a high seraphim in the span of an evening : they'll think they were drunk.

Adam. Ha, do I need to say more ? In any case since he's been seen scarfing down food and drinks and pretty much stuffing his face, I'll be lying if I said he isn't a party enjoyer. And he does hold his alcohol pretty well... but less well than he thinks : guy would bet on downing 30 glasses no problems only to get smashed by the 17th or so. Kudos to him, he will reach his 30th, but at that point he's only half-conscious. Verbal coherence goes completely out of the window, luggages included, and physical coherence is not far away, bending over said windowframe to look down and ask how was the landing. This guy is 100% the "rambling" and "complainer" type, because, c'mon, you've seen him when sober, right ? Expect a lot of "in MY time" and "when I was alive" comments, also being the "flirting" type (except nobody can make out what he's slurring, it's as if he's talking sideways from his mouth and sounds like a walking blooper reel) to various results. At its worst, and most inebriated, just before passing out and forgetting this ever happened, he'll also be the "crying" type, all insecurities coming back up, and suddenly the First Man looks like a sobbing child in search for a mother figure (Sera is the unfortunate target), spouting out all what he finds unfair (be it justified or not) and how nobody listens to him nor stays, and that they should obey because he's the dickmaster, and that has to count for something, fucking dammit. (...I didn't expected the swerve into sad, then the even heavier counter-swerve into stupid. Wow.)

However, to get to that point, you'll have to pass layers and layers of "agressive" drunkness, because Adam, being Adam, is gonna look at the lights on the ceiling and decide to fight them, because nobody's supposed to shine brighter than him. That's from glass N° 10 onwards, more or less. And you better let him think he outlasted everyone, or you'll have a whiny bratty fratbro on your hands.

Lute, well. Lute wouldn't want to drink, because Lute is an angel and angels aren't that unbecoming, but Adam already handed her a few and coaxed her into it. It could go both ways : first route, she has uncanny resilience and while managing a tipsy state around 20th shot or so, never really gets to the point of being outright sloshed. Or second, and funnier route : she isn't used to it and is an actual lightweight. Imagine Lute, drunk off her monochrome ass, saluting at nothing and thinking she's in a training session where the 'enemy' has drugged her, and takes on fighting her own chair because it looked at her weird. She'll mix up locations for sure, fuck up distance estimations, pounce on everything, and literally Adam has to be the responsible one for once (with one or two stupid comments of "yeah, women can't hold alcohol" while Emily is drinking him under the table). She'll still be deadly with a weapon, but that's more years of training and her body being honed to the point of it being automatic - because if she had to count on her fuzzed brain and cross-eyed sight alone, she wouldn't hit a cow's arse with a banjo. However, she might also show her more affectionate side to those she likes (like Adam), and definitely be less composed overall, but not relaxing, because Lute wouldn't know relaxing even if she were to be drowning in a beanbag on a nice summer day with a cat on her stomach.

On the second route, 5 glasses and she's toasted, three more and it's over for her. "Violent" and "agressive" type for sure in all cases, though, with a side dash of "sour" and sprinkles of "confronting" sprayed over.

St-Peter would tell you that he doesn't remember being ever drunk in his existence, and he'll be right, because the keyword is remember : he'll go from sober to blackout torched while skipping all intermediate steps after one or two glasses. The guy just blips out of consciousness like the last spark of intelligence behind a Queef's eyes : poof ! gone. His alcohol tolerance would be in the negatives, and the problem is, he doesn't even know it, since he can't ever recall whatever happened. And for fun, nobody tells him, because it's so amusing to watch him eagerly want to participate in the common merriment, even shyly accept a drink to join, then observe the phenomenon the moment he downed the glass : frame one, he's sitting and conscious, frame two, he's very much not anymore, on both accounts. And then wake up, remember nothing, get invited to the next party, and doing it all over again. At least Niffty can boast being awake (even if not really aware) and active, but St-Peter will just go out like a lightswitch.

After a while - and once the fun subsides - people take pity on him and try to experiment with hybrid drinks (mundane + alcohol), but the only effect it achieves is apparently for his mind to spirit away from his body, and he'll just stay there sitting like a statue, smiling into nothing with a thousand yard stare. They call it "good enough" and throw a sheet on him, because the soulless staring can get creepy. Usually, they'll prepare non-alcoholic mimics of the real deal for him from then on : a party's only a good party if everyone has fun, after all.

Aaaand that's a wrap ! Hope you enjoyed !

Again, Masterpost here.

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[foster-the-world]

Life stuff

Took the kids to Coney Island this weekend. It was so much fun. Weather was good. Way over priced but that's life, I guess.

Read "the Wives" this weekend. A memoir about a liberal women whose husband joins the special forces. Wild. I cannot imagine. I'm surprised she was able to share so much information. Her husband is still in the military. I was pretty enthralled. Now I want her husband to write a book.

The PTA election was odd. Normally we are lucky to get one person for each position. As of a few weeks ago no one had agreed to be the President. A few people were asking the current person to do it again. As of a few days before she was saying no. Plus, she hasn't been too responsive to issues recently. Its a big job so I could understand being over it. I was already Secretary for two years so was opting out this year. Anyway, at the meeting the President listed some nominations she had received. Including for herself and the current Treasurer for President. She was the one who nominated the current Treasurer for the President role. Then she says she was nominated for the Treasurer along with one other new women. As there was someone else willing to be the President I thought for sure she would turn down the nomination. Or turn them both down. I quickly turned down my nomination. Nope she accepts both the President and the Treasurer nomination. It was very unorganized. The poll on zoom was not working so she tells people to send her their votes. I point out we should send them to the Principal so it can remain anonymous. She claims she is "supposed" to see the results. Who wants to message her to vote for someone else. We agree the Principal can see the results. She wins the election. So then we are like great that means the other person will win the Treasurer election. She then claims no we must hold both elections and then she will select what job they want to do. She says this all as if it is some written policy - rather then something she is making up as she goes along. Why would you insist on holding both elections? The other President nominee is her friend and the person she nominated. Why would you want her to go through not winning if you aren't going to accept the role. Anyway, she doesn't win the Treasurer role. I'm not sure if it makes sense written out but it was all odd. The person who won Treasurer writes me directly to say the "chaos of the election givers her pause." I'm not sure chaos is the right word but I can understand her hesitation. I like both the current Treasurer and the current (and future) President. They are both at the school constantly and do a ton of unpaid labor. However, everything is done last minute. Any attempts I made to make it more organized didn't go over well. I was not about to spend the year arguing with anyone so I just went with it. It all worked out. Also, I don't want to be President so I am in no position to judge how anyone else does it. Just confusing to claim you don't want the role for weeks, ignoring emails/work about the current position, and then accept two nominations. Anyway I'm glad to be out of it. I love the school. I love the community. I will still do a ton of work but I'm happy to do it in an unofficial capacity. No reason to sit through meetings.

I've applied for about $90K in grants that we haven't heard back from. If we get any of those I'll help the current Treasurer as grants can be a pain in the ass. I'll still run Teacher Appreciation week. I'm planning end of year Glow parties for the classes that don't get a graduation. If those are fun this year - I'll do it again next year. I'll volunteer at all of the events. I'll just skip meetings and drama.

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Collide-Justin Herbert-38

This is all fanfiction purposes I do not own or know the Chargers. Thank you! Also TW: A tiny hint of reference to suicide.

"Baby I need to get on the plane." Justin moaned as he broke the kiss for a second before Sara pulled him back to her. They were parked on the upper level parking garage away from everyone. Locked in an intense makeout session for the past ten minutes, Justin still had another twenty minutes before he had to be in the terminal. Sara thought that was more than enough time for some activities.

While Justin was enjoying himself, he also was a little nervous. While he was more understanding of the paps, he didn't want photos of them making out published everywhere for everyone to see. Sara finally pulled away, but to work on his neck and her lips found his spot. "Sara what if we get caught.. oh god" He trailed off in a moan.

She laughed against his neck. "Baby, you really don't think these windows aren't tinted? We could fuck like we did after Bella's party and no one would know."

"Umm well the car would be rocking, someone would call the cops." Sara rolled her eyes. "You fucking nerd." He laughed. "I just don't want our first time to be in a car."

"Damn you're a virgin?" She joked.  He rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean." She laughed and kissed him. "I'll miss you." She pouted. "It's only for a week, then you will be back in California and I can hold you hostage in bed." Sara smiled, but Justin knew it wasn't her full smile. "What's wrong?"

"I guess that means I'm going to have to confront Erika?" He nodded. The past week Sara came to terms that Erika was no longer to be trusted, and that she would have to cut her off as a member of her team and a friend. Justin found her crying a couple of times in the night and comforted her. He couldn't imagine the level of betrayal she felt.

"I don't want you to be alone with her okay? I just don't trust her." She nodded. "Bella said the same thing. I'm surprised she hasn't flown out to LA to rip her head off." She laughed, remembering what her friend said when she told her the news.

It had been a hectic week since Mike was released from the hospital. He couldn't do the usual activities just yet, as he was confined to a wheelchair 24/7 the first few days. He could stand and walk around with therapy, but he got winded easily, as the physical therapist told him it would take months to be back to his old self.

In a video meeting with his board and colleagues. Mike announced his retirement, saying this was his second chance to enjoy the rest of his life. The board was in shambles. A few, including Barry, supported the decision. The thirty seven years Mike put into the company were some of the toughest, craziest, hectic known to man but Michael Wozniak was going to leave on a high note.

It seemed he was enjoying his time off. Trying to do as much as he could in his condition. Justin and Sara would go by the house after he had his therapy and spend time with the family. While Mike and Sara's relationship wasn't perfect, it was on the mend. As for Willa she was on bail waiting to go before a judge. The family blocked her number, and thanks to the restraining order that her team put in place she wasn't allowed to go near her.

Unfortunately, The Chargers wanted Justin back in Los Angeles. Contract negotiations and they wanted to be rehab by their trainers. He decided to go back reluctantly, and thanked the Pittsburgh trainers for everything.

Justin was disappointed in going back. He didn't get to spend too much alone time with Sara. Between running back and forth with Mike, everyone attempts to go back to their normal routine, they were constantly on the run.

"Your family is great but wow. You were right, they are tiring." He told her one night as she was getting ready for bed. Snuggling up to him, she hummed. "Yeah, and when my parents were working and all the sports my sisters were in. Constant running around, probably why I spent so much time in my room. It gave me peace and quiet." She laughed and Justin smiled.

Lost in the memories, Justin looked down at his watch. "Okay, I got to go." She nodded and kissed him. "Call me when you land. I love you."

"I love you, tell Charlie I'm sorry for missing his party." Sara would be staying in Pittsburgh for another week for her nephews birthday. He was disappointed that Justin couldn't make it. But he understood from an early age about work. One of the things Mike promised to make up for. "My dad has a lot of lost time to make up for, not just me but for his grandkids." She told Justin.

Once he was situated on the plane, he let his mind wander off. Sara grew up a lot differently than him. While his family was middle class, they were close and would never put work above each other. Her family had tons of money, and to some degree they were close, but they had all been affected by the mistakes Mike and Cathy made. That much was evident when she took him on a tour of the large childhood home she grew up in. She told him how many nights she cried on the balcony when her parents fought, when they missed shows of hers. How guilty she felt crying over this when her classmates like Erika were struggling and she had everything at her fingertips.

"I always felt like a failure. All of the parties we had here, everytime people would look at me and say, "Oh Mike, she's going to be the one living with you til she's 30 with that silly little dream of hers. Where did you go wrong with this one?"

"I can only imagine how hurtful that was hearing that." She looked at him. "If we have children, I will not allow anyone to talk about them like that." He nodded. "I agree."

He couldn't imagine having your own friend's and family as your worst critic. His family had always expressed their support, even when things didn't go their way. His only criticism came from scouting and the NFL analysts. Even then, he had support from friends and family. She told him. "I couldn't love myself out of my world shitting on me."

He fell asleep on the rest of the plane ride. He landed in Los Angeles where Mike was waiting for him. As much as he was happy to be with his girlfriend on the east coast he missed Los Angeles. He was ready to get back to football. Justin kept up with the news and knew the guys they gained and lost. Losing Drew hurt alot, especially to Kansas City but that was business. Getting off the plane, he spotted his wide receiver with a big smile on his face. After doing their bro hug they went to Mike's car making small conversation. It wasn't until they got into Mike's car that the questions came.

"So you and Sara are good?" Justin smiled and nodded. "Aye! That's my boy, finally got your head out of your ass." He slapped his hand on Justin's shoulder as they hit the Los Angeles traffic. Justin didn't miss this. He laughed before turning serious, Mike was one of his best friends on the team and wouldn't tell a soul. "We know who the leak is."

Mike didn't take his eyes off the road. "Oh yeah who?"

"Her best friend slash assistant Erika." Mike did take his eyes off the road for that news. "No way, the redhead that always has a pout on her face?" Justin nodded. "She has access to Sara's phone, and we recognized the pictures of us at a party. Erika took those, and she was tagged at the photographers dinner."

"How's Sara handling it?"

"She's hurt, and feels violated. She doesn't understand why she would do this. It isn't a money issue, she's helped her and her family with money. I just don't understand why she would betray her like that."

"Well they live together? How is that going to work."

Justin shrugged. "She is going to have a legal team draw up a NDA and some other stuff. We can't trust her, she's going to go to the press no matter what we say and try to spin the narrative."

"And how are you dealing with this? I know you are so concerned about your privacy."

"I love Sara, and we are a team. Our relationship isn't a secret, but it's going to be private. We aren't going to be posting each other constantly. Little glimpses and stuff." Justin smiled as he thought about what he and Sara talked about. "Sort of like a Taylor swift and Joe Alwyn thing."

Mike smiled. "I know nothing about that, but I'm glad you figured everything out. You guys work so well together."

There was silence for a bit until Mike spoke again. "I'm sorry, I have to ask, what is going to happen with Taylor? She's been at the stadium asking questions."

Justin rolled his eyes. He went into the whole story about Taylor lying to Sara and the pictures she used. Mike was in awe. "Wow, I knew she was insane, but to go that far."

"I don't even know what I should even say to her. I don't want her around me and especially Sara. But she works for the damn network. I'm going to have to deal with her once camp starts."

Justin pondered over his options and talked with Mike about upcoming workouts and team meetings. The fact that Kansas City won the superbowl just made the team more determined.

Mike and Justin pulled up to his place in Irvine. It was nice to be home, it would be even nicer if his girlfriend agreed to move in with him. She hadn't given him a sure answer yet.

Once Mike left, he walked around imagining all of the feminine touches Sara would bring to his place. He looked over at the cat wheel that Nova got for Christmas. He texted Pat that he was home and was free to fly out with Carly and bring Nova home. He remembered she also got a Bengal cat; he wasn't sure how Nova would react to Eugene. Maybe in some way the name of the cat was a sign that they were always meant to be.

As he walked around the almost empty house, he made a list of food and household essentials he needed. He was almost gone for a month and a half and he needed a lot of things. Also he wanted to prepare for Sara's arrival. As he went through his closet to grab his laundry basket he found the calander she made him. He grabbed and began looking through it. When they broke up he forgot to give it back, and he didn't just want to throw it out in case it landed in the wrong hands. He wasn't that much of an ass.

He found himself getting hard as he flipped through it, and as much as he wanted to give into his desires, he wanted to wait until he had the real thing.

He got out his phone and messaged her

I'm home, found your calendar.

A few seconds later he heard a ding

I'm glad you have it. I have a gyno appointment tomorrow. I'm going on the shot. It takes two weeks

He groaned. I'm about to say fuck it and risk our chances. I'm going to get you pregnant one day.

Lmfaooo. One DAY. Right now it's fuck them kids.

A photo was attached and he opened it expecting a sexy image. But instead it was a selfie with spit up on her shirt.

Wow that killed the mood 😂 let me guess Kenzie with her reflux?

Yes, lucky she's turning one tomorrow and she's cute.

He laughed. He couldn't deny seeing Sara interact with her nieces and nephew's got him in major baby fever. Justin remembered the dream he had very early on in their relationship. He had a wedding band on his finger and she had a band with a swollen belly. Fuck

Patrick texted that he and Carly would be in the next morning with Nova in tow. On that note he decided to call it an early evening and just watch some television. He could do all of his errands tomorrow.

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Sara wasn't sure whether she wanted to scream or cry.

She was facetiming Erika who didn't have the slightest idea of her best friend's knowledge of her betrayal. The red head updated her on the cat, some dates she went on.

"I'm glad Erika. So I should be in town next week." Her friend's smile dropped. "With Justin?"

"Well he's in Los Angeles already so no." She knew what Erika meant, she didn't want to say it out loud.

"But you guys are back together?"

"We're working on it." Erika rolled her eyes. "Seriously? What about Harry?"

"Ill talk to him when I get back. But I don't think he's too upset. He was making out with Emily Ratajkowski. That's not a guy serious about getting married."

"Well you can't keep him waiting forever." Sara wanted to scream. Why because you need to report back to Jack?

"Look, I'll take care of him when I get back. Just keep doing what you are doing. I'll be back next week."

"Okay. Hey, maybe we can have a spa day. AnnSophie will be back in town, and you have some break before Filming the show starts."

Sara nodded. "Yes I will see if I can fit it in." She hung up on Erika. If she stayed on the phone any longer guaranteed there would be a fight, and she wanted to confront her face to face and not alone.

She tried to push the thoughts out of her head. She had to help Alyssa prepare for Kenzie's small first birthday. This was due to Mike and being careful that he didn't get sick. Same with Charlie, Mike and Sara were only attending the family party, but not for the party with school friends. She did it last year and had to leave, as all of the parents kept coming up to her and asking for autographs and photos.

She was tasked with picking up the cake and some last minute decorations. They had to switch to some healthier options for food since their dad came home. It was funny, of all things he was upset about food was the last thing they thought would cause a problem. Granted, their dad drank and smoked Cigars, but he enjoyed a home cooked meal, and her mother always sent him leftovers which were mostly healthy options.

She ran all of the requested errands and drove back to her sister and Brother in law's Pennsylvania home. Upon arriving she saw Ryan and Michelle, as well as Brent's parents. After giving them greetings Mrs. Smith spoke. "Oh hunny, is it true you have a man in your life? Alyssa told me you are seeing a fine young man."

Sara smiled. "The rumors are true. I'm seeing someone." Mrs. Smith pulled her into a big hug. "Oh that's wonderful! Is he still here?"

"No, he had to go back to Los Angeles."

Pretty soon everyone's attention was on setting the decorations up so Alyssa didn't have to stress herself out the next day. As Sara was working on the Balloon arch Michelle came up to her. "Need help with that?"

Sara laughed. "Please. I should have just paid for someone to set this up." Michelle laughed as she started to help blowing up the pink balloons on the machine. Once she finished five she looked at Sara. "How many do we have to blow up?"

Standing on the ladder working on the arch, she looked around. "Well I did fifteen so far and with your five. It looks like we got about fifty more at least." Michelle groaned and Sara laughed. "Yeah when Justin and I have kids, remind me not to do this, no matter how cute the final product looks."

Michelle paused, thinking of what her sister in law just said. "So you think this is it?"

Sara stopped assorting the colors and looked down at Michelle. "What do you mean?"

"I mean you've never talked about having kids before. You said you wanted them before but you never brought up a name with it." Michelle smiled, and Sara matched it. "Yeah, I know this is crazy, I mean god we haven't even been together for a full year but I'm in love with him. It's just a feeling I've never felt before. The first thing I want to see when I wake up is his face, or hear his voice. When he calls me baby it's just the greatest thing. I know we had a bump but I feel sure that he feels the same way about me."

"I was talking to George and Brent. Brent really likes Justin. He's very protective of you, since he views you as a sister." Sara playfully rolled her eyes. "Well he is the pain in the ass older brother that I never had." Michelle laughed before speaking.

"We are all so happy for you Sara, you deserve it. There is nothing more beautiful than seeing someone unlucky in love finally being loved by the right person." Sara had tears come to her eyes. "Stop, I'm gonna cry." They giggled. "So I have to ask. Is this the end of all of the endings?"

Sara laughed at the Swift song reference. Sara thought about it, but not for long.

"Yes it is."

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"Taylor!"

The blonde reporter turned around and lit up when she saw the tall quarterback; however she quickly realized that he wasn't approaching her with good intentions. With his long strides he was caught up to her in no time. "We need to talk."

"You can come into my office." They went silently into a private room where she closed the door. Turning towards him, she maintained her smile. "Hi! How is your off-season going?"

He didn't meet her smile. "What did you say to Sara?" He knew, but he wanted to hear it from her mouth, and wanted to see if she'd lie.

Of course she chose the latter. "What are you talking about?"

"I know you ran into her, and I know what you said. Why on earth would you lie about that?"

She turned her back towards him and didn't say anything for several seconds. "Why her?"

He was confused, not expecting that response. "Huh?"

She turned towards him. "The entire time we were together you were so adamant about us being secretive. Hell when someone posted they saw us out you freaked out and didn't talk to me for a week. You stood me up at the airport because it looked too crowded. Now this girl you've been seeing less than a year comes along and you're all about flaunting this relationship? Why wasn't I good enough?"

Justin understood what she meant. He acknowledged that he wasn't the greatest partner, and even though he and Taylor were just hooking up, there were moments where he acted and treated her like shit. He sighed. "I'm sorry, I know that I wasn't the greatest person to you, and for that I regret. But Sara… I'm in love with her, and I should have told you about her when things started to get serious. I'm not flaunting this relationship. I'm just being normal for the first time in my life."

"But again. Why her? She's the total opposite of you. She isn't going to stop her career for you. You guys are going to be Tom and Gisele 2.0"

He shook his head. "I don't need to explain anything to you. What you did was wrong and uncalled for. I don't understand how you thought that was going to benefit you, you do realize me or Sara could have gotten you fired!"

Taylor shook her head. "So that's it? You love her." Justin nodded. Taylor rolled her eyes and opened the door. "Get out."

He walked out the door but he turned to look at her. "I hope that we can be professional."

She waved her hand "yeah, you're not worth my career." He went to leave again.

"Justin?"

"Yes?"

"When you and Sara fail. Don't come looking for me, cause I won't be here." She shut the door

He laughed

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"What do you mean it's going to be another week before i see you?" Justin groaned. He was in bed with Nova while on the phone with Sara. Her flight was supposed to arrive the next day. He was looking forward to seeing her after a week but now she had other plans.

She told him that her manager needed her to make a couple of appearances in New York and Vegas. Selena Gomez was hosting a party for some product launch, then Bella was having an event for her drink, then she was filming an episode of hot ones.

Basically it would be another week before he saw her.

"I'm not happy about it either. I promise I'll take the first private flight home once filming has wrapped up, then I have a whole month off before the show starts filming. I'm all yours."

"We are not leaving my bedroom for days when you get here." He heard her giggle at that. "I'm serious."

"I know you are, baby. Trust me I'm going to need it."

It was silent before Justin spoke. "Is Erika going to be with you?"

"No, she's still at my house. I don't trust myself to not say something, and I don't need an issue."

"So you're going to confront her when you get home?"

She nodded, then realized that he couldn't see her over the phone. "Yes. I don't even know what to say to her. I'm getting nervous to the point of a panic attack just thinking about it."

"Hey hey hey." He witnessed her have a panic attack once, and it hurt him to see her go through that. "Listen, we will do this together. I'll be there when you do."

"I needed that."

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"Sara! I'm so glad you came!" Selena hugged her and greeted Alex. They had just arrived at the hotel only hours after getting off the plane to the big apple. Sara was immediately rushed into hair and makeup. Her team made a tiktok of her getting ready with rare beauty products and of course Sara was dubbed as a 'Queen' for being team Selena and there was excitement that she would be there.

Sara had a fun time, she met and took photos and videos with influencers and fans. It was the end of the night and her social battery was fading. She was having a glass of champagne with a couple of social media stars. To be honest, she didn't really view them as stars. They really didn't have any talents, or really worked hard or faced rejection. They were just pretty and turned on a camera. She felt bad saying that, but so far while some were nice, the ones she was speaking to gave off a bad, fake vibe.

"So Sara, what can you tell us about this upcoming season?" One of the guys said. All eyes turned to her, eager to see if she would reveal any spoilers.

She thought about it for a moment, wanting to give fans something, but not trying to reveal too much. Finally she said, with a sly smile on her face "Just expect the unexpected."

They all groaned, knowing that was all they were going to get from the star. The event ended at around midnight, and Sara and Selena went to a really late dinner to catch up on things. They spoke about their relationships and the drama with the Jenners and Kardashians. It was nice catching up with her, but eventually Sara had to leave to catch another flight to Vegas for Bella's party. AnnSophie was going to be there as well as Samira, so at least she wouldn't only know one person.

She was messaging Justin back and forth the next day. She was again back in hair and makeup with her friends before the car came. AnnSophie and Bella were filling her in on the Met Gala. "I wish you were there. It was so much fun." Sara wished that she could have attended the first Met, but her family was more important. "Yes, but there is always next year."

"Don't let Anna hear that. This is a prestigious event. If she heard you say that, you would probably be banned from attending." Sara had to roll her eyes at that. It was funny, when she was younger it was all about the exposure and trying to attend all of these high profile events. Now she didn't care, she just wanted to act and be left alone.

They took silly photos and tik tok videos before heading down to the car to go to the party. Outside there were paps everywhere. Kendall Jenner was there and Sara rolled her eyes, it was no secret that the tall model would go out of her way to be nasty to her. Kendall even tried to throw shade at Sara on instagram a few years ago. No one pointed it out until Kylie got dragged for the whole Selena fiasco.

"Sara!" She turned towards the voice and her eyebrows lifted in surprise as she saw the woman in question heading towards her. Photographers clicked away as Kendall threw her arms around her. She was sure the photographers caught her being stunned at the action. Surely it was going to be a hot topic the next day. "How are you? It's so nice to see you!"

As much as Sara wanted to say something nasty to Kendall, she didn't want to cause a fight at her best friend's party so she remained neutral. "I'm doing well, how about yourself?"

Kendall smiled. "Oh good, you know I've been preoccupied with Benito." The way she couldn't even pronounce the Spanish name. "Oh it's been so long since we caught up! Next time we are in town, you and Justin should double date with us!"

Sara smiled tightly. "Yeah, we will see. Our schedules are both busy."

"Sara!" She turned her head to see AnnSophie waving her down. "Oh look I got to go. It was nice talking with you!" She quickly walked away and joined her friends, who had a questioning look on their faces. She explained the story and everyone had the same conclusion. She was doing it to save face in the public eye. It was no secret that their reputation  took a nosedive.

Once again, she found herself at a really late dinner with Bella after everything wrapped up. They were filling each other in on everything that happened in each other's lives. When Sara was done telling Bella about everything that happened with Justin she saw a smile on her friends face.

"Sara, I'm so happy for you. I'll admit that I had a lot of doubts about Justin. But he really grew up, and he did grow on me. He's not a stone cold Herman munster like I originally said." Sara snorted, remembering the first time the model gave him the moniker. "He really does love you, and that's all I ask from him, and that he doesn't hurt you again, otherwise I can't promise I wouldn't kick his ass."

Sara laughed. "I'm trying to imagine you taking him." Bella laughed. "Hey we kickbox you know. Also I'd enlist Gigi and AnnSophie."

Sara giggled again. "Yeah he could enlist Bosa and we'd be all fucked" Bella smiled into her drink. "Yeah but that Bosa wants to fight AnnSophie another way if you catch my drift." Sara nearly spit out her drink and the girls both combusted in a fit of giggles. "Hey If I'm ever single can you hook me up with Garoppolo?"

Sara rolled her eyes. "Oh please."

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For some reason, it was like the universe hated Justin and Sara.

By the time she got back to Los Angeles he was gone in Eugene. He had a wedding to attend that he totally forgot about. He felt bad because it was one of his closest friends, after the wedding he had to be on a plane to New Jersey to attend a signing at a sporting expo with Derwin.

She got off the plane, not telling Erika that she was back home, however her best friend and employee wasn't  stupid. The show was starting pre production and there were meetings. Sara spent her time at Justin's house rehearsing her lines, or went over to her co-star's house.

Finally after a week, she knew it was time to face the music. AnnSophie volunteered to be with her. Joey was back in Fort Lauderdale for a few weeks and Lexi's dad finally made time in his "super busy" calendar to spend time with his child.

As they pulled up to her house, AnnSophie could tell Sara was nervous. Her breath and her hands were so shaky she couldn't even drive. Grabbing her hand she rubbed it, hoping to calm her down a little bit. "Hey, it's going to be okay. She will know she is in the wrong." She nodded. "I just wish Justin was here, but I can't avoid her forever.  We've closed the chapters of our pasts. I need to close this one."

They both got out of the car, each grabbing one of Sara's bags. Taking one last deep breath they entered the house. Eugene ran towards them, and despite Sara's hurt and anger she couldn't help but melt at the sight of the gray Bengal.  "Hi baby." She cooed as she picked him up, pecking his face with kisses and she cuddled him. "I missed you so much. I'm sorry mommy had to leave you." She looked around while still carrying the cat. She turned towards the blonde supermodel. "She's not here." She took a deep breath, relieved that she still had some time to prepare a speech.

As she put everything away she messaged her sisters. They knew what was going on, and even unfriended Erika on all the platforms, surprisingly she never mentioned it on the phone.

Once she was done and clothes were in the washer she heard AnnSophie call her name. Walking over to her friend's voice in the kitchen she found AnnSophie starring with her mouth open in shock. Erika's work laptop that Sara bought her was open. That must have meant she ran out for a quick errand or food. She never left it open and unattended.

It happened in slow motion, AnnSophie turned the laptop around to face her. The first thing she saw was a document.

It was a medical document.

It was a record of a hospitalization

Sara's hospitalization in 2011 of her attempt.

A/N: Alright, just a smidge of drama one last time! Getting down to final chapters! Thank you to everyone who messaged me and read and stayed with me

#Justin Herbert #Alexa writes collide #nfl imagine

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[Video transcript begin.]

[The transcript begins from a table, the camera getting a view of a window. A woman with red hair is looking out of it as waves hit the beach, another woman can be heard yawning in the background.]

?: Ugh… my head…

[Voice identified: Ness.]

?: Pfft, lightweight. Couldn’t imagine.

[Voice identified: Eden.]

Ne: Shut. Ugh… WAIT. WHY ARE YOU. DID WE? EW BRAIN WHAT THE FUCK?

[Eden shrieks in disgust at Ness’ words, making it clear that it did not happen.]

Ed: EW NO. WHAT THE FUCK, ABSOLUTELY NOT. There’s two fucking beds in this room, idiot!

Ne: I DIDN'T KNOW THAT! ALSO I DON'T KNOW WHERE THAT CAME FROM MY BRAIN IS DUMB! Uhhhhhh…

[Ness' 'Uhhhhh' is extended for almost a minute before stopping.]

Ne: Eden?

Ed: What.

[Ness takes a pause, before flinging her arms out beside her in confusion.]

Ne: WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE?

[Eden looks out at the water, then back to Ness.]

Ed: The Royal at Atlantis, or, at least… that’s what Ophelia said.

Ne: That’s… Not in New York is it?

[Eden sighs.]

Ed: The fuck do you think, dipshit? Come look out the window.

[Ness gets up and walks to the window. Staring at the landscape in front of them.]

Ne: ARE WE IN THE FUCKIN' BAHAMAS????

Ed: Looks like it, yep.

Ne: Oh my fuckin' god I… How did I let you idiot's convince me into this shit… ESPECIALLY YOU!

Ed: You asked to be included, you dolt! You said ‘I’ve never had a girls night before, can I tag along?’ And you fucking tagged along! Now you’re in the Bahamas!

Ne: I DIDN'T KNOW THIS IS WHAT Y'ALL MENT! I THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE… GET SOME DRINKS AND PARTY!

[Eden leans against the wall, staring at Ness. A small grin on her face.]

Ed: Yeah, we did exactly that. But, it was never specified where we would be partying. I’m surprised you don’t remember any of that.

Ne: Ugh… Might as well I don't know. What do people do at the bahamas?

Ed: Hell if I know, I think everyone just… sits around. So.

Ne: Well fuck that, I'm swimming! I uh… Shit. These are the only clothes I have…

[As soon as Ness finishes speaking, someone comes tumbling in through the door, making it into frame.]

?: Ohmigodhiguys!

[Voice identified: Ophelia.]

Ne: OH SHIT! You scared me… Uh hi?

O: Last night was so fun, OMG. I heard something about clothes? And only having one outfit?

Ed: Have you been waiting outside of the room until you heard that.

Ne: Uh… Yeah I was gonna go swimming while I'm here… But Yeah.

[Ophelia digs around in her pockets, and pulls out something shiny, and rectangular. They toss it over to Ness.]

O: Go wild, girl.

Ne: Wha- What is this? Um.

O: Company card! Go and buy yourself some stuff, Ness.

Ne: Y'all aren't… Trying to get me to join showfall or PR right?

Ed: God no, why would I want to work with you?

O: Be nice! But no, we aren’t. We just want to treat you to something nice!

Ne: Uh ok… Oh did I give you those letter's? From my stalker?

O: Not yet, no. I think you were too busy singing ‘Copacabana’ on the table to remember.

Ne: Oh um… Well

[Ness digs around her pockets, casually pulling out 4 pieces of paper. And slowly handing them to Ophelia.]

O: Thank you, I’ll look into this ASAP!

Ne: And I'll keep my end… Anything PR needs, as much as it will pain me. As long as it doesn't hurt anyone currently staying in that apartment. I'll do it.

O: Glad you’ve decided to keep that part! It would have ended a little worse if you’d decided to take that part out.

[Silence.]

O: Kidding!

Ne: Ha… Ha yeah I'm gonna go now thanks for this!

[Ness runs out of the room leaving her phone on accident.]

Ed: Why the fuck did you just let her run off with the damn company card?

O: For funsies!

[Eden smacks her palm into her face.]

Ed: God, I hate you.

O: Yeahhh.

[Ness runs back.]

Ne: FORGOT MY PHONE-

[Ness grabs it and leaves again, accidentally hitting a button ending the transcript.]

[End transcript.]

#showfall ask blog #encoreverse blog

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STUFF I DO:

YOU NEED TO PICK ONE OF THESE WHEN REQUESTING, DO NOT SEND ME A REQUEST LIKE "character x reader, I don't care what it is, I'm happy with anything!", also requests like "character x reader, the actual plot is up to you, but please just make it fluffy" fall under this, I need some kind of idea. If you do send me a request like those two examples, I'll be turning it down, even if I do have ideas of my own for them. If I take one request like that, I'll soon have 50 other requests that are also "plot is up to you"-requests, and then it's hard to explain why I did your request but not theirs. I do have some characters I have A LOT of ideas for nobody requested, but "character x reader please" requests stress me out even with them because taking in one "anything for x" means I'll very likely also start getting "something for this character" for characters I have 0 ideas of my own for, and then it's hard to explain why I did your request but not theirs.

If you don't have any ideas, use my prompt list. It gives me SOME direction of what kind of fic do you want, more than "just make it fluffy" but less than the oven-ready pie, and it soothes my nerves to have a direction like that. If you're truly ok with anything, pick a prompt by random. (Remember that with prompt lists, you are not allowed to give me any kind of plot, they're meant for people with no ideas + those who want to be surprised)

Also, if you want to send me multiple requests, you're welcome to! But send each request in their own ask!

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Regular imagines/ficlets (a small scenario, e.g. having your first kiss with [character], saving [character]’s life or [group] arranging a surprise birthday party for you. May be long, may be short, I write it for as long as the prompt carries me)

Template: Could you write an imagine where Kurt Wagner (from newer X-Men) gets insecure when he sees another guy flirting with you?

Headcanons (small situation, e.g. dating [character], min. 10 bullet points, could get up to 50+ bullet points)

Template: Could you write headcanons on how Desire of the Endless (The Sandman) would take care of you when you are sick?

Preferences (add a small situation, e.g. sibling!reader or their child!reader crying after they got bullied and how [specify 2-10 characters within the same fandom] do in such a situation. Note that you need to specify the characters by names, so "Gotham Villains", "Grishaverse main characters" or "TMR boys" don't qualify. You need to say which Gotham villains, which Grishaverse characters, which TMR boys. Otherwise I could leave your fave(s) out because I don't remember to include them or I just assume you don't want them because they're a smaller character. Remember that if you have more than 10 characters you want me to include, you're welcome to send in another ask with the rest of them and I'm kinda doing it in two parts. Note that they may have a long time in between them, so I'd recommend including your absolute faves in your first ask if you're going to send in 2 or more.

Template: Could you do a MCU preference with Steve, Loki, Thor, Carol, Natasha and Peter Parker where they comfort you after you got a panic attack?

Oneshots (longer pieces, meaning 1k+ words, often containing multiple scenes, they also need a larger/longer request or I will most likely turn it down)

Template: Could you write a Pin Hawthorne oneshot? Reader is feeling really down because they have seen Pin and Zoe getting close. They try to do their job at the stable, but keep snapping at everyone because they're so on the edge. Pin then attempts to offer comfort and a listening ear, but reader keeps pushing him away and they have a fight about it, because reader lies to Pin that they've gotten sick of him. But a few days later, they talk again and it ends up in them admitting their feelings for each other.

Scenarios (a character + fandom + small situation + add 2-10 settings where that situation happens, like character + kisses and settings could be first kiss, daily/regular kisses and goodbye kisses, I’ll do a preference-like thing out of it)

Template: Could you do romantic cuddle scenarios for Jesper Fahey? Sleepy cuddles, comfort cuddles and cuddles after a tickling attack?

Fluff alphabets (tell me a character with whom you want these, I'll write "fluff alphabets" for that character. A for affection and I'll tell how the affection with that character would be. B for boldness, how bold that character is with showing their feelings. C for cuddles, how they cuddle, if they like to cuddle. Etc etc, all the way til Z. All the fluff alphabets will always use the same "template" so it would be easier and simpler, and people would know what to expect)

Also a note: if you like one of my fluff alphabet takes for a character, you're free to ask me to write a longer piece from that (it will be an imagine or a oneshot)!

Template: Could you do fluff alphabets for Regina Mills?

Prompt fics (meant for people who either don't have any ideas but want to request or for people who want to be surprised. You send me a prompt from one of my prompt lists + character + fandom. And as a clarification, don’t add any kind of an additional plot or scenario, I will cook it up on my own!! You can request a female reader if you don't want it to be gender neutral as I write gn readers if not asked to write them a female. Note that you are allowed to also make up your own dialogue/word/setting/hug/kiss prompt, just don't steal it from anyone else's prompt list, I'll find out if you've stolen it)

Template: Could you do B62 + Robin Buckley?

Song fics (character + fandom + song, don’t add any kind of an additional plot or scenario, I will figure it out on my own!! I'll write a piece based on that song. You can request a female reader if you don't want it to be gender neutral as I write gn readers if not asked to write them as female)

Template: Could you do a song drabble for Jerome Valeska + I'm So Sorry by Imagine Dragons?

Shuffle songs (my Spotify decides the song, you decide the character! Just request "[Character] + [Fandom] + shuffle song please!" I'll take my playlist containing all the songs I've saved, put it on a shuffle and write a piece based on the first song that comes up. And again, you can request a female reader if you don't want me to write them as gn, as gn reader is my default)

Template: Could you do Dick Grayson (Titans) + shuffle song?

Timestamp fics (a character + time, e.g. [character] + 2:46pm, the piece will be placed at that time of day/night, don’t add a plot, you can request a female reader if you don't want it to be gender neutral as I write gn readers if not asked to write her a female)

Template: Could you do Beth Harmon + 10:42am?

Title fics (a title you made up + character, e.g. [character] + “Sunset Dance”, the piece will be inspired by the title somehow, don’t add a plot, you can request a female reader if you don't want it to be gender neutral as I write gn readers if not asked to write her a female)

Template: Could you do a Diaval (Maleficent) fic with the title "Heart's Desire"?

Dialogue fics (a dialogue-based piece, a conversation between a character and reader about a topic, for example a Benny Watts piece where he teaches reader to play chess, or a Kaz Brekker x reader where Kaz got wounded and reader talks to him while patching him up to distract him from touch)

Template: Could you do a dialogue drabble where Ariel (Disney) and you talk about the sea?

(I WILL NOT DO MULTICHAPTERS BY REQUEST, you can ask me to write a part 2 for a piece but please do not send me requests like "character x reader multichapter series please, [plot], at least 15 chapters please!" I've received so many of these in the past and just, please don't)

FREDDY CARTER'S CHARACTERS SPECIALS

Freddy Carter’s characters preferences + a simple situation (like reader confessing they like them). I'll write a short description of how they'll react to that situation. Example. Also, if you want an expanded version of any of my Freddy's character takes, feel free to send it and I'll try to make a oneshot out of it. Just send a "hi, could you write a oneshot out of [character]'s take from [preference set]? (This will apply for ONLY for these Freddy preferences, not regular preferences, at least not for now)

Template: Could you write a Freddy preference where you come home badly wounded?

Freddy's characters fic collections. Tell me a situation, I'll write the same situation as a small fic or a oneshot for all his characters. So basically an expanded version of preferences.

Template: Could you do Freddy's characters drabbles + they overhear reader confessing/talking about their feelings for them to someone else?

#request types #jentalks

[iichaeyj]

Hi CH ( ^ω^ ) had some questions about the profiles for you ^_^

is dae knowing heeseung but him not knowing her alluding to the popularity of the group? that they don’t really pay attention to their surroundings or others?

i did see tho that sai and rai met some of the boys and yn too at parties so theyre more of the upbeat party type while yn and fae are introverted/serious or keep to themselves?

are sai and rai closer to each other then to yn bc they already knew each other and same with yn and fae?

the best friends seem very cool personalities 🥰 sweet best friend affectionate best friend and protective best friend <3

is sai and rai close to dae too or no? i only remember you say that yn met them at party

who is the oldest / youngest of their friend group? i assumed yn was but i’m not sure if you want to specify

i would enjoy to know about the dynamics if you wouldnt mind telling ^_^

omg tysm for these questions !! i love talking about my smaus :D

for the first question, i'd say pretty much! after all, heeseung is literally called the heartthrob of the university, so i did include that as a way of showing how well-known he is! however, it isn't that he and his friends don't pay attention to their surroundings, but more that they're very popular and everyone knows of them! i think heeseung hasn't noticed fae because he just hasn't talked to her or seen her up close!

and for the second one, yes and no. i did make fae and y/n the more studious type, while sai and rai like to go out more. however, i'd say that y/n is just very serious when it comes to her studies and fae likes to keep up her grades, but that doesn't necessarily mean that they're shy. i think it speaks more on what kind of things interest them rather than their personalities, if that makes sense.

to a certain extent, yes. sai and rai definitely knew each other before they met y/n and fae and vice versa. so i do think that y/n might lean more towards fae when it comes to matters of the heart (also bc fae is the more sensible one when it comes to emotions), but they are still one friend group and there is no big difference in how they treat each other!!

and im glad u noticed!! i really wanted all of y/n's friends to have distinct personality traits that serve a purpose in the plot!

i forgot to write it in the profiles, but sai and rai are close to fae, too! i imagine that fae and y/n went to their first party together in freshman year and caught the attention of sai and rai! and they've been close friends since!

tbh, i hadn't thought of this too much so i'm glad you brought it up! they're all in their 3rd year of university and the same age, but i'd say the order of oldest to youngest goes: rai, fae, y/n, and sai! i feel like it's surprising to think that sai is the youngest and rai is the oldest, but it just makes sense to me tbh. (also plz note that this isn't reflective of my actual moots and their ages!)

and i have a lot to say about their dynamics omg!! for starters, i think that the others try very hard to get y/n away from studying. they want her to go out once in a while and do something fun! but at the end of the day, they're just very protective over her. y/n tends to get stressed out from her studies, and her friends want her to take it easy. and speaking of y/n's friends, i think that sai and rai have a tom and jerry type of friendship, yk? rai likes to tease sai a lot and sai gets "annoyed" and is often sarcastic with rai. and fae is a sweetheart (who tries to control the group most of the time). there's a lot more tbh but this post is already so long omg </3 maybe i'll talk about it more in a different post! tysm for asking for this, though!!

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