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marvelwitchergilmore · 10 months

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Bloody Pardon

Summary: Anthony Lockwood x Fe!Reader ~ Despite your feelings towards Anthony Lockwood, you're starting to think that nightmare you had about locking him in a trunk chest might have actually been a dream.

Disclaimer: no idea on legally binding marriages but we'll ignore that for this fic. Quill Kipps platonic relationship with the reader (frenemies + his crush on Lucy)

You laughed nervously. “What?”

Lucy stood up from her corner of the sofa to look at the wide-eyed George. “George? Please, please tell me this is an April Fools.”

“Given that it’s the middle of November, this is definitely not an April Fools.” George replied.

“George!”

You hadn’t meant to call his name so loudly, but the information he’d just given you pardoned your reaction.

“What if you just ask him about it? Maybe he’ll have an explanation.”

“An explanation?” you questioned before laughing. “Oh, he better. Or else, I’ll kill him.”

Lucy jumped in front of you and pulled you back. “Wait, no. Don’t. Not yet. Look, we don’t even know if he knows yet.”

“How can he not know?”

“You didn’t.”

“He’s the one who probably signed the papers in the first place, Lucy!”

“Look, why doesn’t one of us just go and ask him?”

“Great!” you forced a smile. “I’ll go.”

“Absolutely not.” Lucy pulled you back again. “George, you go.”

“But-”

“George.”

“Fine.”

George disappeared from the doorway and made his way upstairs towards Lockwood’s room. He’d been up there most of the day running through multiple papers on the business and the cases that had come through in the past couple of days.

“Lucy?”

Lucy turned around and found you slumped against the arm of the sofa.

“Hey,”

Pulling your hands from your face, Lucy held onto your wrists and knelt down. “Look at me.”

“How could this have happened?”

“I don’t know. But I do know Lockwood.”

Lucy paused for a moment. “I don’t think he will even know what this is about.”

“But if he has…”

“Then we’ll deal with it and I’ll help you bury his body in the back garden. You’ll get through this. We all will.”

“I don’t even know how this could have happened.”

Lucy pulled you in for a hug, tightly. “How about I pop the kettle on? Make us some tea? Two sugars?”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

“Come on.”

However, before either of you could get out of the living room, Lockwood came running down the stairs, George quick on his tail. “Lockwood?”

Lucy called his name but there was no breaking his concentration from the paper in his hand that had both his own handwriting on and somebody else’s. He rushed around the place before making his way into the kitchen.

Luckily, you managed to catch the door before it slammed behind him and you made your way inside.

“Lockwood?”

“Something’s not right.”

“You’re telling me.”

“Saint’s would have said something. Surely, he would have-”

He was talking about the case.

“Lockwood? Did you not hear anything George told you?” Lucy asked before turning to her left. “You did tell him, didn’t you?”

“Yes! Whether he listened or not, I don’t really know.”

“Lockwood!” you called his name again, but still nothing.

“Tony!”

Oh, boy.

You took the paper from his hand and slammed it onto the counter top.

“My- what? Am I in trouble?”

“Trouble? Have you not listened to a word George told you?”

“When? Oh, no. But I think I’ve almost solved-”

“We’re married, Tony!”

Lockwood’s face went from a smile to a confused and nervous look of curiosity. “What?”

“Surely, you would have known? After all, you were the one who was left alone in the courthouse three months ago.”

“Courthouse? What are you talking about?”

Sighing, you made your way to George who handed you the three pieces of paper he’d found when down at the CourtHouse himself.

“Mr and Mrs Lockwood.” you read the first letter. “Congratulations on your marriage, enclosed you will find another copy of your marriage certificate…” you continued to read the rest of the letter before shoving it into his chest and reading aloud the next two.

“A letter, sent to me by your Great-Aunt. Welcome to the Family. Now, as much as I love all of you as my family, I would have liked to at least be made aware that I was suddenly in need of changing my last name.”

The final piece of paper was a letter from Mark Smith-Kensington.

“We have recently been made aware of your nuptials. In this case, you are in need of updating all of your personal information for the Post Office, as well as medical forms and driving license.”

You pushed the final letter against his chest. “What did you do Lockwood?”

Lockwood’s head was spinning. How could this have- oh.

“Lockwood?”

Lockwood turned to both Lucy and George. He knew something. Maybe not what they suspected he knew, but he definitely knew something.

“Please don’t be mad.”

“Mad? Ooh, Lockwood.” you had to laugh, or else you might have cried. “I am so far past mad. We are married and you didn’t even bother to, I don’t know, ask me? Tell me, even, that you’d decided to use my name for a marriage certificate.”

“It was meant to be fake-”

“I beg your bloody pardon?”

“It was meant to be fake. Remember how I told you I managed to get into Jameson’s Club so we could prove Harold was the murderer. Well, they didn’t exactly let single people in.”

“Oh, my god.”

“I swear, I thought it was fake.”

“Well, it’s very, very real Lockwood. Very real.”

“Where are you going?” Lockwood called after you as you made your way out of the kitchen, grabbing your jacket that lay on the back of the kitchen chair.

“Out. Don’t follow me.”

You didn’t know how far you had travelled but eventually you came to a stop at a small, quiet park. You sat down on an old wooden bench that was donated by Harriet Smith - some wealthy heiress from New York who had spent her childhood in the park.

After a while, you heard a voice. And it definitely wasn’t the voice you were expecting.

“Hello.”

You sat up straight for a moment and looked around you before you found Quill Kipps standing behind you in a pair of jeans, a shirt and a grey woollen coat.

“Oh, hi.”

“Mind if I-”

“Sure.” you smiled before he made his way around and sat next to you, leaving enough of a space between the both of you.

“What are you doing this far away from the house?”

“I needed a break.”

“From…”

“Look, if you want me to shit-talk Lockwood, you can go and find someone else to do that with.”

Quill studied your face for a short moment as you looked at him before turning back to look at the trees in the park.

“What’s happened?”

“What?”

“No offence, but you’re not the best at hiding your emotions when it comes to Lockwood. What’s happened between the both of you?”

“Nothing.”

Kipps called your name in a soft tone. Despite your feelings towards him, you’d each found yourself in each other’s company in the time of need. And from that, a small friendship blossomed - despite the fact that both of you disliked it greatly.

After all, you were both still rivals.

You sighed. “Fine. You are looking at the new Mrs Anthony Lockwood.”

“What?”

You turned to look at him, “Lockwood and I are married. Apparently, the form he made me sign to get into Jameson’s was a marriage certificate.”

Kipps didn’t know where to put himself. He knew Lockwood could be reckless and stupid at times, but he didn’t think he would be that reckless and stupid.

“I’d offer to kill him but I’d wager you already have that planned.”

“Death certificate is signed, sealed and delivered to the Grim Reaper.”

“Need a clean up crew?” Kipps offered.

You laughed, “Thanks.”

“So that’s why you’re out here? Escaping your husband? I have to hand it to you, it’s a good alibi.”

You smiled again, keeping your arms folded across your middle. “Honestly, I…I don’t know whether to be mad and kill him or just…”

“Sit here forever?”

“Yeah.”

“Mind if I stick with you, for a while?”

“You don’t have your own surprise marriage, do you?”

Kipps laughed. “No. I just…I-I’m thinking about asking out a girl.”

“Is she cute?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you like her?”

“A lot.”

“Is she kind?”

“Yeah.”

“She Lucy?”

Kipps half answered you before turning his head to you where he found you with a smug smile on your face.

“How did you-”

“Oh, please. I see you when you’re around her. You’re either blushing like an embarrassed toddler or you’re as speechless as a toddler.”

“Do you think she knows?”

“No. Or, if she has, she hasn't said anything.”

“Oh.”

Kipps seemed a little defeated at first. “But you should ask her out for a coffee at least. I have a feeling she’ll say yes.”

He smiled. “Great.”

“At least someone in that house will feel good about their love life.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.” you shrugged. “But once he reads that letter, he’ll realise that his Great-Aunt Violet is coming for a visit to officially meet her new great-niece. So, that’ll be fun.”

“Well, I’m here if you need any back-up.”

“Thank you, Quill.”

“Anytime.”

Eventually, Quill helped you up from the bench and you both made your way back to Portland Row. On the way, you both stopped inside a small cafe for some food and a tea, making sure to pick Lucy up a loaf of bread and some doughnuts for George.

Unlocking the door, Lucy met you at the bottom of the stairs where Quill called for her to talk.

“Are you okay?”

“I will be.”

Making your way into the kitchen, you placed the packet of doughnuts onto the table for George.

“Oh, thank you.”

“Where’s Lockwood?”

“In his room. He’s been on the phone to the marriage people since you left.”

You nodded your head and popped the kettle on, managing to make two cups of tea before Lockwood even thought to leave his room.

Knocking on the door, you entered and found him with the phone and the back of his hand pressed to his head, his eyes shut closed.

“Thought you might fancy a cup.”

Lockwood jumped at your voice but quickly tried to recover.

“T-Thanks. Thank you.”

Pulling up a chair, you sat beside his desk, crossing one leg over the other.

“I’m really sorry,” Lockwood began. “I - I know it was stupid. A completely stupid idea. And, I don’t want to just make an excuse.”

“But it was for the case.”

“I should have still thought. But, I swear. I swear to you, I really thought it was fake. If I’d have known-”

You nodded. “I know. I know you would have done. But…Tony, what are we going to do?”

“I’ve been trying to find out how to get a divorce but they keep sending me round the houses.”

“Did you read your Aunt’s letter?”

“Not fully.”

“She’s coming up to visit us in a week. Apparently wants to officially meet her niece.”

“That’ll be something.”

You nodded and the pair of you sat in a quiet silence for a few moments. “I’ll figure it out. I promise.”

“Thank you, Tony.”

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actually-safer-to-kiss · 8 months

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Leaving a Mark

Summary: Spencer’s been sent to interview his secret boyfriend at a bar.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Male!Reader

Category: Angst/fluff

Content warnings: some internalized homophobia, smoking

Word count: 2k

Spencer tugs on his collar while in the passenger seat, hiding the small bruise that peeked over it. The streetlights rolled over the windshield and might as well have felt like a spotlight. Derek hasn’t given up twisting his arm about it all day, which is why he insisted on driving him.

“You know J.J. could’ve snagged you some concealer when we were at that drug store.”

Spencer sighed, still messing around with his collar. “I mismeasured the size of—”

“Your game?”

“No!” His frustration is as audible as his embarrassment, given the strain in his voice. “The length of the collar to the—well, the—doesn’t matter. We’re here.” Spencer grabs a handful of fliers before preparing to exit.

Derek takes a spot on the street. Queen is muffled but easily heard outside the glass doors. He tends to stick to classical music but fell into the rock scene months ago thanks to certain influences. But Spencer pretends the sound is unfamiliar, resisting his head dipping to the beat of Somebody to Love as Derek meets him on the sidewalk, humming the tune.

Spencer knows this location. He already sees his friend chatting with guests while she wipes down the bar. When Derek’s phone buzzes and he answers it with the classic “Talk to me, Mama,” he’s hesitant to even inch near the door. But with Garcia’s voice at high speed on the other end, Derek encourages him to go in anyway.

Again, Spencer hesitates, but he scooches in as if the place is crowded. The regular groups of friends and couples gathered at their own tables while some loners sipped at the bar. An array of pride flags and rainbow lights hang from the ceiling. His eyes meet with the girl behind the bar, and he watches her face light up. He gives a brief wave as well as a strained smile with wide eyes. She gestures him over.

He’s quick to point to the files cradled in his arm. She gives a thumbs up and points to the far right of the room before going back to her business.

Meanwhile, Spencer tries not to stare when he sees you. You’re lugging equipment from the floor to the stage like you were built to do so, despite the smudging liner around your eyes and the sweat stains evident on your dark tank, which clung just enough to your abdomen. Spencer tried not to stare, but he then snapped out of his trance when the breeze of mid-fall hit the back of his neck, and Derek was behind him once again. “Garcia says the guy we're looking for is likely to be in some kind of band that plays here on the regular. Probably best to ask around.”

“Uh-huh,” Spencer says. And before he has the chance to turn back to Derek, he’s already spotted the two same people.

“Well, this shouldn’t be difficult. But you seem a little nervous, kid.”

Spencer swallows dryly, the worst convincing chuckle escaping his throat. “Nervous? How so?”

Derek laughs, a palm coming down on his shoulder. (Spencer swears his knees were going to give in, but somehow they did not). “How about you question the bartender, and I’ll question Mr. Brightside over there. ”

Spencer scoffed. “What? No, I can do it. Don’t worry. I can talk to him.” Spencer keeps the stack of fliers close to his chest.

Derek looks at Spencer, his notable eyebrow forming from a wave to a defined arch. Spencer does his best to maintain some sort of confidence and neutrality. “Okay. You go ahead. Let me know if you need me.”

Spencer merely nods before making his way over. He’s lucky none of his regular friends are here, and no one at the tables recognize him, though they are definitely wary at the sight of him, given the gun hanging on his hip. He would’ve had more shame around it if you hadn’t spotted him at just the right moment. Your smile beamed, despite being yellowish (he has been trying to get you to stop smoking for weeks). Spencer clamps his lips closed as he approaches. “Hi,” he meekly says.

“Well, hello there.” You put a hand on your hip and lean against the amp. “Very rare for you to be visiting me before rehearsal.”

“Yeah.” Spencer finds breathing difficult for a different reason now. He takes a flier from his hold. “There’s, uh, there’s a reason for that. Unfortunately. We’re looking for someone.”

“You’re on the job right now?”

Spencer nods slowly, his eyes pointing toward his gun.

The yellow grin shifts to your sharp jaw twitching from side to side as you look over Spencer’s shoulder. You spot Derek. Your dark brown eyes seeped into Spencer’s heart (and not in the usual way). “So, you show up here as a cop and bring your friend, who is a cop, to a gay bar. Where people are unwinding for the night? Do I need to remind you how that went down in the sixties?”

“I know, I know. It’s just that…” Spencer finally hands over a flier. “There’s a reason why I’m here specifically.”

You take the flier, and Spencer doesn’t need to be a profiler to examine the changes in your face as you read. “This is—”

“I know.”

His bassist. Spencer met him first when he was introduced to the whole band a few months ago. Apart from you, he was the first to buy Spencer a drink as a warm welcome to the group. And Spencer learned quickly that night: You don’t bring boyfriends around the band. Yet they all spoke to Spencer like they had known him for years. It was a comfort to find such acceptance. And now he’s in his safe space, feeling guiltier than ever (the irony hurts).

“Why would he be a suspect? What’s the case? Murder?”

“That’s usually what we’re called for. Three is the minimum.”

“Christ.” You crumple up a portion of the paper with your fist, and Spencer can tell it’s taking everything to keep your cool. “He would never murder anyone. He was in with some bad people, but that was years ago, babe, you know that. You’re a cop, and he still told you that.”

“It’s only for questioning, I promise. No arrests. Nothing on his record.”

The frustration on your face is minimal (for you), but Spencer sees it all unfolding in front of him. He wants to grab your hand, so it may unfold from a fist and calm you down. But he doesn’t, because Derek might see. Spencer looks behind him, despite all his anxious thoughts persuading him otherwise. All he sees is the back of his head, with some rainbow lights reflecting off the shine as he jokes with the bartender. Thank God she’s good at on-the-spot conversation. So good that he even took a whiskey on the job.

“He still doesn’t know, does he?”

Spencer turns back around. “What?”

“I wasn’t a boy genius like you, but I know you can’t play dumb. Especially not right now.” You cross your arms; the black and gray piece of your old Sphynx cat is hidden. “So, he doesn’t know about us. He doesn’t know you know me.”

Spencer sighs. “No.”

“So they could say you’re withholding evidence.”

“Technically, yes, I am.”

“What would you call it un-technically?”

“You can just say ‘plainly’.”

And you respond with a plain face. Spencer tries not to correct your grammar. And sometimes he forgets. “I’m trying to keep you guys safe.”

“Or are you just protecting yourself?”

“Wait, that’s not—”

“Don’t manipulate this into sounding like you’re doing me a service, Spence, okay? You’ve made it clear that this is your family. Your mom, and then these people. The way you speak about them, clearly they love you. Yet you look over your shoulder as if that one is going to charge over and kill us both for speaking.”

Spencer tries not to sound insulted when he says, “Derek wouldn’t kill us.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

Spencer opens his mouth but says nothing. He sees the pack of cigarettes outlining your black jeans as you pull them out. Ever since your drummer gave you a Newport, it’s what you’ve stuck to. You’ve gone through half of the pack in the past two weeks. Spencer doesn’t have to say anything in regard to his feelings about it, especially since you know his mother still smokes. The band mentioned he used to smoke more in high school.

“Six minutes, right? That’s what you used to tell your mom?”

Spencer shifts in his stance, keeping a grip on his fliers. “More like eleven now.”

“Oh.” You let it hang between your lips. “Why’s that?”

“You’re seriously manipulating me into outing myself to stop you from smoking one cigarette?”

“No, of course not. That's cruel. And pointless.” You push yourself off the amp and pull out your lighter from the same pocket. “But as far as certain people in here know, we are strangers. You’re just a cop asking me about a suspect, and I’m just a singer in desperate need of a smoke. You don’t know anything about me, and I don’t know who left the hickey on your neck. So I can lie and say I’ve never seen him before, and we can go on with our nights until you text me you’re home and lonely.” You crumple up the flier to toss it at Spencer’s chest (which he miraculously catches) and start heading for the back exit, your typical smoking hideout. “So, I’m sorry, Agent Reid, but I’ve never seen this man in my life.”

But Spencer reaches for your hand, and you hear the fliers hit the floor, some flatly while others sweep across the wood. Spencer doesn’t dare look at Derek, even though his eyes are most definitely on him. On both of you. “I’ll tell them.”

You pull away your arm, but you slowly turn around. Your head to the side.

“Not now, but soon. We’ll all get dinner.”

You inhale sharply through your pierced nose. You take the cigarette out of your mouth as you cross your arms once more. “I do like dinner.”

“So… you’ll call him?”

“Nothing’s going to happen to him?”

“Nothing. When they know I know him, they won’t let me in the interrogation room, but I’ll be watching. We don’t have DNA evidence that leads to him, if that makes you feel any better.”

You nod. “I’ll call him tonight.”

“Good.”

You and Spencer exchanged a lingering gaze, reminding him of one of your performances where you winked at him throughout the night. Words were unspoken, but Spencer needed the trust you grew together to stay strong. So, with a gentle smile, Spencer leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. When pulling away, he mouths a quiet “thank you” before turning to gather the papers. He moved with a newfound confidence (mixed with nerves, though, no doubt). But there was still a weight to his steps, a gravity that spoke then.

Once the fliers were neatly organized again in his hold, Spencer gestured to Derek, signaling that they could leave. At the car, Spencer gathered everything into his assorted manila folders and satchel before getting in. Hearing Derek’s footsteps around the car, Spencer says, “He’s in the band. He’s going to call him tonight. Knowing the bassist, it’d probably be best to expect him between 9:30 and 10:00. At the earliest, at least.”

Derek leans over the top of the car. “Knowing him, huh?”

“Yeah, they’re all night owls, if that wasn’t obvious enough.”

With everything stowed away, they climb in. Derek twists the key, letting the engine hum to life. But he doesn’t drive. Spencer looks at him.

“You know you could’ve told me about him, kid. I wouldn’t have harped on you so hard if this was something you were nervous about.”

“No, no, I planned to. It just never seemed like the right time, you know, with this job.”

Derek grins. “Well, clearly, you care enough about him to withhold information. But I won’t tell Hotch that part.”

They both shared a laugh, easing the tension that had built up throughout the evening. As they drove away from the bar, the anxiety in Spencer’s chest lifted a little.

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nhlclover · 1 year

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the last time | arber xhekaj

summary: after arber leaves you for the second time you let him know he’s on his last strike.

request: yes / no

warnings: angst (w/ slight happy ending)

a/n: based on ‘the last time’ by taylor swift. i will take any excuse to write a taylor swift song fic. also i miss him :(

word count: 1.36k

Again. It happened again. This was the second time I had watched Arber walk out of my life. The first was five months ago.

We had been together for six months. Six months I had dealt with his schedule and late nights out after games. Six months I loved him and admired his passion. And then he broke up with me, saying he needed space. It hurt. More than any breakup I had been a part of before. But I let him go. If he needed space then I would give it to him. Two months went by where I was miserable. I had missed my boyfriend and slept alone in a bed that had become accustomed to two. Then, he was back.

He was at my door, saying he wanted me back. He said it was a mistake and he was overwhelmed with his newfound fame from being in the NHL and a new relationship. I believed him. I took him back and was happy to do so. Three months passed by where we pretended like we had missed no time. No skipped anniversaries, no missed date nights. We were good for three months before we were sitting in my living room, Arber telling me this was a mistake.

“I thought I was ready but I wasn’t.” He said. He had a hurt look on his face, the same one he wore when he left me the first time. “It will only hurt us more if I stay. And I don’t want to hurt you anymore baby.”

Once again, I let him go. I was left miserable once again, seeing little remnants of his touch on my life everywhere I went. Anytime I saw the Montreal logo I thought of him and his passion for the game. Anytime I heard Morgan Wallen I remembered the time we danced on the balcony at 2 am to Somebody’s Problem.

On what should’ve been our one-year anniversary, I sat alone in my room, my tv playing an episode of Hell’s Kitchen that was barely holding my attention. My eyes burned from the tears that came in with every new memory that passed through my head. The memories of the boy I still loved — because my feelings hadn’t yet diminished — ran through my head like a movie. First kiss, first date, the first time he told me he loved me and how quickly I said it back. The first time he got in a fight on the ice and the mixture of the sense of pride and fear that coursed through me. Every career milestone and how happy I was for him.

But with all the good memories, I remember the bad ones. I remember how alone I felt when he left the first time, then how utterly stupid I felt when he left me for the second time. I couldn’t go out with my friends for the fear of seeing him made my anxiety spike. I remember lying awake at night, wracking my brain for answers because, even though Arber explained why he ended things, it felt like I was missing something.

A knocking sound coming from the front of the house pulls me from my thoughts, sending a wave of fear through me. It was the dead of winter and the middle of a snowstorm at nearly 10 pm, who would be coming to my door? I got out of my bed and slowly walked to the front door. The knocking persisted, getting louder every few seconds. I grabbed the tennis racket that sat on the floor of the coat closet and slowly cracked open the door.

The sight of the person on the other side sent a different kind of fear through me. Arber stood on my front stoop, a bouquet of pink and white tulips in hand. I opened the door fully, the cold air from outside causing goosebumps to form on my exposed legs.

Arber’s eyes are soft and delicate when he looks into mine which are bloodshot and lined with soaked eyelashes.

“Why are you here?” I ask even though I already know the answer.

“I fucked up…” He croaks out. “I can’t stop thinking about you…here alone. I hate that I caused this.”

He motions to my face on which tears have once again begun streaking down. I wipe them away using the sleeves of my sweater which just so happened to have belonged to Arber. “Can I come in?” He asks me.

I’m tempted to turn him away. To tell him no. He’s hurt me more than once and if I let him in, I can’t be sure he won’t again. But the moment I saw his face, all our good moments clouded over the bad ones, and it’s like everything was better. My love for him overshadows any hurt he made me feel. How could I possibly turn him away when I love him this much?

I opened the door fully, letting him in, and shutting the door behind him. As he removed his coat, he glanced down at the tennis racket in my hand. Arber looked at me his eyebrows furrowed.

“Arber, you came to my house in the middle of a snowstorm at 10 pm.” I tell him, putting the racket back in the closet. “I wasn’t just going to answer the door unarmed.”

Arber walks into my home, finding his way to the kitchen. He goes into the cabinet where I keep my vases and takes the scissors from their place in the drawer to cut the stems. He still remembered where I kept everything.

There are a few moments of silence as I watch him cut the stems, placing each flower into the vase. He fills the vase with water, putting it on the counter in front of me.

“Thank you, they’re beautiful.” I say softly.

“I know you like tulips.” He replied. I sigh, looking past the flowers at him. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry baby.”

I avert my eyes feeling them begin to brim with tears. He comes around the counter, sitting on the barstool beside mine. “I know you’ve already given me a chance before and I blew it but… Please, y/n.”

“Why?” I ask him, looking at him with tears steadily falling from my eyes. “Why should I give you another chance, Arber? All you’ve done is prove you don’t deserve another one. I’ve given you a second chance and you wasted it.”

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve changed since, y/n.” He says. “I’ve grown as a person. I’ve found a way to deal with what it's like playing in the NHL and I know I can cope now. On top of that, I have never been as miserable as I am without you.”

I look at him, reading his expression carefully. His eyes scream nothing but sadness, the bags under his eyes telling much of the story. “How do I know you won’t leave me again?” I croak out.

“Baby, I can promise you I will never leave you again.” Arber says, cupping my cheek with his hand, wiping away a tear with his thumb. “I understand if you need time to think about it.”

There are so many thoughts going through my head all at once. I weigh out the bad memories and the good ones. I find my mind overwhelmed with the good ones, the love I have for Arber completely swaying my decision.

“Okay.” I say.

“Okay?” Arber repeats. “You’ll take me back?”

Arber has a grin on his face, bigger than the one he had when I told him I loved him. I nod. He scoops me up from the chair, spinning me around. Arber sets me down but keeps me in his arms.

“Thank you, y/n.” He mumbles into my neck.

I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close. The familiar scent of his cologne washed over me, comfort enveloping me. I lean back from Arber, looking up at him.

“This is the last time I’m letting you back in,” I tell him.

“This is the last time I’ll ask.” He says.

#arber xhekaj #arber xhekaj imagine #arber xhekaj x reader #nhl imagine #nhl #montreal canadiens #hockey #angst #luvzegras

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star-girl69 · 1 year

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Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: exams are crazy these next few days so expect delays in chapters 💔 but i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: murder, death, blood, knives, mentions of drugs (shrooms), kissing, mentions of sex, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Eighteen - Everything

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2021-

Shauna called you early in the morning when you had just gotten on the road, your Starbucks in your cup holder, and you had almost considered not answering it. The hunt was over, and you wanted to go home, and go back to your boring life as a Whole Foods cashier.

You wanted to go back to the normalcy you had worked so hard to make yourself accept- and this short little trip would have to be enough for the rest of your life.

Shauna had called, and she had sounded so scared, talking about her murdered lover, and at first- you really didn’t believe her. But, you turned around anyways, heading back towards the address she had sent you.

You met up with Taissa and Natalie in the parking lot, where in the elevator Taissa ended up asking for a sip of your coffee. You had shared much worse together, so what was one sip?

“Jesus Christ,” Tai spat. “Why the fuck is that so sugary?”

You put the lid of your coffee back on, shuffling around awkwardly. “I like it sweet.”

Tai shoots you a look saying she clearly doesn’t approve, and just Natalie laughs slightly, thinking about something.

The elevator dings to a stop, and Natalie walks out and bangs on the apartment door, rustic farmhouse style, and Shauna opens the door with a shush.

“Is this his apartment?” Taissa asks, and the three of you file in, looking around awkwardly. You step around the counter, expecting someone to walk around from around the kitchen, or the bathroom, still not quite believing he’s dead- but Taissa suddenly lets out a loud gasp. “Oh, my God, Shauna… you killed him?”

A man lays on the floor, blood dripping from his mouth, an open stab wound in his chest.

“You guys are, like, so fucking insane,” you mutter, not able to take your eyes away from the pooling blood.

“Who is he?” Nat asks, less shocked by this, for whatever the reason.

“I met him a few months ago. We got into a car accident and then we started… sleeping with each other.”

“For fucks sake, Shauna, this is your boyfriend?”

“You were seeing somebody around the time that all of us got blackmailed and didn’t think to mention it?” Nat asks, throwing her hands around in odd ways.

“I’m telling you now,” she sighs.

Nat gestures to the dead body. “When he’s dead!” she shouts. “When he can’t fucking mumble a word to us. What the fuck, Shauna?” She starts pacing.

“Jesus Christ, are you even sure he did it?” Tai asks.

“Well, um… he went out to get coffee for us this morning, and when he was gone,” she picks up the duffel bag with Callie’s handprints on it, “I found this in his closet.”

Natalie snatches it for her.

“He came back and he saw me with it, and, you know, he realized that I must know what he did, so, he attacked me.”

You look over at Shauna, but she doesn’t seem hurt.

“And, I, um, you know, I had no choice.”

“Where’s my money?” Natalie asks, throwing around the empty bag.

“Where’s your money, Natalie? I’m not sure. Maybe he booked a cruise with it,” she sighs.

Natalie slams the bag onto an armchair, and you roll your eyes.

“Uh, it’s not here, but the burner phone, the one with the texts from your guys, it’s…” she holds up the small black flip phone.

“How did he know anything about the symbol?” Tai sighs.

“Well, um,” Shauna starts, digging through the bag and clearing her throat, “He also had these.” She holds up a small leather bound notebook.

“Oh, Shauna,” you mutter. “You didn’t.”

“What the fuck is that?” Tai asks.

Shauna sighs heavily, looking away from everyone. “They’re my… journals… from the wilderness. I-I couldn’t get rid of them. I’ve been really careful, they’re in a safe in my closet, but… he must have broken into it sometime pretty soon after we started seeing each other.”

“Holy shit, Shauna. You let this guy in your house?”

“Can you try to be a little less judgemental? I already feel stupid enough as it is.”

“You really think this is the guy who killed Travis?” Nat asks, leaning over the body.

You want to say something, to smack her, make it get through her head that sometimes death just happens. And she, out of all people, should know that.

“I-I don’t know.”

Natalie leans forward and starts touching him, and you bite back a gag.

“Oh, my God, don’t start touching him-”

“Natalie, don’t do that!”

“Jesus Christ!” you shout. “What if he has like, fucking HIV or something, Natalie-”

Shauna shoots you a wide-eyed look.

“-or something else!”

“I can’t believe you killed him, Shauna!” she shouts after she’s done with her search. “Now we’re not gonna know anything!”

“Well, you were gonna shoot him at the warehouse,” Shauna retorts.

“Okay, which, recall, we told her not to do.” Tai says.

“I wouldn’t have fucking killed him, I would’ve just hit his knees-” Nat starts to explain.

“He was lying to me,” Shauna says. And you look over and there’s tears in her eyes. “He was going to hurt me. I thought that- that he loved me, I trusted him,” she cries.

“Shauna,” you mumble, giving her a small hug as she turns around and wipes away her tears.

“Well, I needed answers. So, fuck, Shauna!”

“So, now what?” Shauna says after a moment, and you let the hands around her fall.

“Well, we can’t just leave him here.”

“Well, we can’t exactly- Weekend at Bernie’s him out the door, either.”

“Getting rid of the body isn’t our only problem, Shauna. Your fucking DNA is all over this place. Your fucking texts are in his cloud. God, the police are not gonna have to dig deep to find you.”

“Yeah, no shit,” Shauna says after Tai’s outburst. “You’re a lawyer. What-what do we do?”

“I practiced land use, not murder clean-up.”

Natalie finishes walking around the apartment, whatever she was looking for still not found.

“Hey. You’re all silent over there, that’s unusual. You got any ideas?”

Natalie sighs like she doesn’t want to say it.

“Yeah. One.” She rolls her eyes.

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You wake up on the cold ground, feeling like you had just committed a murder. There’s something sticky running down your chest and throat, and you’re covered in dirt, and you can tell your makeup is smeared.

Natalie groans.

You don’t remember how you got here last night, besides for faintly stumbling through the woods, Natalie dropping the knife they had almost killed Travis with, practically boiling in anger. You remember before that more clearly, the trees bending, looking for her, finding her and then Jackie.

Natalie sits up next to you and stares at you with wide eyes, your lipstick smeared all over her face and neck, and when you feel your tangled hair and look at your ripped dress, it’s not hard to figure out what happened.

“My neck hurts,” is the first thing you say.

She laughs. “Well, sleeping on the ground will do that.”

She’s still angry, you can tell, but all of last night is so hazy.

“What-what happened?” you mumble, trying to fix your dress, dusting the dirt off of you.

“Misty poisoned us,” she mumbles, bringing her knees up to her chest as she stares off into the distance. You stop.

“What? I mean, I know now that I was hallucinating, but, I-”

“Yep. Shrooms,” she whispers.

You reach forward and place your hand over hers.

“Natalie… what happened last night?”

She stares at you for a long moment. “I don’t know.”

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The two of you walk through the vaguely familiar woods, and after a moment, her hand slips back into yours, and you start to head towards the cabin.

Natalie squeezes your hand. “What did she mean, last night? Do you know?”

“Know what?” you frown, looking up at the trees, trying to remember what happened last night- but parts of it are covered in a haze.

“Lottie? How we’ll all see it like you soon?”

When you look at her, she looks scared.

“Lottie was high off her ass last night. Don’t- don’t listen to her, Nat.”

She pulls you to a stop.

“What do you remember from last night?”

“I hallucinated trees moving. I… I remember wanting to find you. I-I wanted to apologize, Natalie.”

She doesn’t say anything for a moment. “You don’t have to.”

“No, I’m sorry,” you whisper. “It was stupid, and I-I don’t know what I was thinking. I care about you, Nat, and not your past.”

She smiles and looks at the ground before looking back up at you, her crown of sticks hanging out of her hair. She looks back up at you, and her eyes soften, and she places a tentative hand on your cheek.

“I would have nothing if I lost you,” she whispers. “You… you’re my best friend, Y/N. You’re everything.”

What happens if violence and peace aren’t different? What if they’re one in the same? What if it’s the sun and the moon, constantly chasing each other through the sky, never quite meeting. What happens if peace and violence are connected in a way that is beyond your understanding?

“We’ll be better this time,” she says, staring at your lips. You hum, staring at hers.

You lean forward and kiss her.

This is what happens.

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~"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭..."~

(𝕯𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖏𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

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HAPPY STAR WARS MONTH, DARLINGS!! As soon as I made that poll, the option for Din getting a massage blew up LOL. I wrote this one first because it was in demand. I'll be writing all of the options, but I'll be releasing them based on the poll results (most voted first, least voted last) It's a little bit choppy and weird because I just got back from Disneyland a couple days ago so I'm getting back into the swing of things 🤪

Summary: You, Din and Grogu finally have a little house :D To help Din settle in and relax, you offer him a well-deserved massage. Might get a bit suggestive at one point but it's only fluff, nothing more.

~Enjoy~

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"...Ow."

"Are you okay, Metal-Head?"

Din looked back at you with a scoff at the nickname you had given him, before deciding he found it a bit funny. He gave a shake of his head and a low chuckle.

"I'm fine," said he, who in fact, was not fine. His back and shoulders were killing him. All the Mandalorian wished to do was enjoy his new solos home, his adopted son, and his sweet girl, you.

But this deep ache in his bones stopped him from doing so. Maybe he hurt himself while fighting, maybe he was just finally so exhausted that all of the rough adventures and stress of it all got to his body. He recalled when Bo had called him "old man", and Din grumbled about it. He certainly wasn't old, but at this point, he felt like he was. His body was just constantly sore.

So like the nights before, he sat in bed, trying to stretch and rub out the knots in his back and neck to soothe the ache. It simply wasn't the same as having somebody else do it for him.

You leaned against the doorframe with your arms crossed, sighing deeply as you saw him grunting in pain as he took more painkillers. You noticed the spots he was trying to massage that he couldn't reach well.

"Let me help you," You offered kindly, uncrossing your arms and stepping forward.

"No," He rejected, "I'm fine."

That stupid excuse of him being "fine" was so overused. As if he thought you couldn't see right through him. "Mando. Din. Lay down, let me see." You said firmly, in return earning a sigh from Din.

"Okay." He agreed reluctantly, and to your amusement, he decided to lay on his back.

"On your stomach, himbo," You added with a laugh.

Din paused. Of course he should lay on his stomach if you were to massage him. How did he miss that? Maybe he was just too exhausted. "Oh." He muttered, shifting now to lay on his stomach.

As soon as you walked over and put your hands on his back, he swallowed nervously, his lashes fluttering shut as he tried calming his anxiety. He wasn't even sure why he had anxiety in the first place- he trusted you, he loved you...He was just nervous to be like this in front of you. Yes, that was it. This made him feel vulnerable, laying on his stomach with your hands working his back and shoulders made him feel helpless at first.

It faded as soon as you hit the spot that needed massaged. A low grunt escaped him, followed by a shaky exhale that eventually turned into a rough moan.

"...That's the spot..." Din huffed, adjusting so the forehead of his helmet was against the bed, one arm at his side and the other grabbing the sheets with a strained grunt.

He was very responsive.

Those series of noises he made sent a shudder down your spine, and made heat fire up in your stomach. This egged you on further.

"Does that feel good?" You asked casually, using your knuckles to apply just a bit more pressure to the knot in his shoulder. Your other hand squeezed at his other shoulder, earning yet another sigh of relief from the Mandalorian. He didn't need to speak to tell you it felt good.

Eventually, you found your finger tips at the spot where his helmet began on his neck. He tensed up noticeably, and you knew very well that you needed to stop there and not touch anywhere near under the helmet. That was forbidden to see and feel.

You worked up the courage to ask "Is this okay, or should I not go there?", your fingers lingering.

Din thought for a moment. That question made him unsure. He had already taken his helmet off before to save the kid, and had to go on some crazy journey to be redeemed. He didn't want to risk it happening again, but...it's not like you'd be touching his face or seeing him....right? He was a mess of questions, now, and unable to answer yours because of it. Mando had to force himself to speak.

"...Just...be careful."

Whatever the heck that meant.

You got the point, though, only touch what needed to be touched, don't be nosy and snoop around. Your heart picked up speed a bit as you slid your fingers under the helmet to work at his neck, another deep sigh escaping him when he felt your delicate finger tips massaging into his stiff neck.

You smiled, feeling giddy and nervous when you could feel a bit of his hair. You'd give anything to run your hands through it...but you stopped yourself from going further, having to force your imagination and curiosity to not get the best of you.

Din had not felt this relaxed in a very long time. While he did have a bit of trouble relaxing his muscles, he was learning to do so now, with the help of your soothing, warm hands on his flesh, although the feeling of his under armor rubbing against him as you touched him was uncomfortable and rough. He was too embarrassed to take off his shirt, thinking it would be inappropriate, or would make you uncomfortable. He swallowed and cleared his throat. "Can...May I take off..."

Din's head turned to the side, sighing in annoyance at his inability to ask that question to you- although, you seemed to get the point. After warning him with a gentle tug to his shirt, he sighed in relief that he wouldn't have to ask, and muttered a quiet "yes".

The very moment your hands came into contact with his bare skin, he shuddered. When was the last time he felt skin on skin like this? He wondered to himself. The answer he came up with was "never".

You soothed his aching back with your thumbs, occasionally asking little questions, "does that feel good?", "is this okay?", "does that hurt?", to make sure he was in ultimate comfort.

Din never wanted this to end. You were so perfect. Always ensuring his comfort, communicating well, using the right amount of pressure.

How in the galaxy did he get so lucky with you??

He'd never know the answer to that question. All that mattered now was your soft touch on his skin. Din wouldn't trade this moment for the entire galaxy.

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kittyofalltrades · 1 year

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merry ficmas, darling x

I would love to see some fake dating at a company holiday party with General Hux. and you know me, I want it smutty.

please and thanks 🖤

Mandatory Christmas Fun

A morale building Christmas party with the first order.

Words: 2186

beta: @welcometostayingawake (ILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Rating: explicit 18+ only minors DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: Pet names (Pet), Fingering, Oral (f rec), Unprotected PinV wrap it before you tap it!!!!!, creampie

Hux sneered for the third time that night when somebody approached to greet you. You were his date to the ridiculous Christmas party, the party he hadn’t wanted to come to, but the Supreme Leader had required it to build morale. So, at the last second, while you were passing him a datapad, he’d blurted out his invitation to you.

“The office holiday party- I’d like you to be my date,” he’d grumbled, barely able to keep the sneer off his face or out of his voice.

“Are you asking me on a date?” you’d asked slowly, wide eyed. You’d never expected General Hux to acknowledge your presence, let alone ask you out.

“No, Captain, I am asking you to be my companion for the evening. Nothing remotely romantic,” he clarified.

His clarification hurt your feelings, as you’d been harboring a crush on your tall ginger commander since you first started working on the same star destroyer. His slender frame, long-fingered hands and steel-blue eyes were seared in your brain. Even his sneer made your heart flutter with excitement. You’d thought he’d eventually see you as an asset or at least a woman giving you an opening, but no. Now, here he was telling you there was nothing remotely romantic possible between you two. Fine.

“I’ll go on this fake date with you, but only on one condition: I want a transfer,” you told him.

He quirked an eyebrow at you, but nodded his agreement at your request. Hux wouldn’t file the paperwork until after the party just in case you changed your mind. He didn’t want to lose somebody as efficient or thorough as you.

Later that evening, when he saw you dressed for the party, he regretted agreeing to your terms. He didn’t know where you’d conjured the sparkly red dress you wore, but it hugged your curves, giving a tantalizing glimpse of what was usually hidden under your uniform. He spent a few long seconds staring at your cleavage before offering you his arm, guiding you to the banquet hall. Hux tried not to dwell on the fact that it had been months since he’d had something other than his hand or the fact you were practically wrapped up for him pretty as a picture as the two of you walked to the hall.

“You look nice,” You told him, taking in the white button-up shirt and dark pants he wore. He brushed off the compliment because he felt it was too close to his uniform, as he didn’t own many casual clothes.

The banquet hall was lively for an event that was considered mandatory fun, trees and twinkling lights lined the hall while off duty troopers circulated with trays of food and drinks. When a droid carrying a tray of drinks passed by, Hux grabbed two flutes and quickly passed one over to you. After your second drink, you made a valiant effort to make small talk, but Hux only responded with one word answers. Soon your attention turned to your friends that were flitting around the room and Hux lost himself in thoughts of how pretty you looked in the red dress.

Your laugh pulled Hux from his thoughts. Some lower ranked officer was trying to flirt with you even with his arm draped around you. He shifted his hand to your waist, pulling you tight to him in a possessive gesture that sent the other officer scurrying away.

“Why the hell did you do that?” you hissed at him. He wasn’t going to fulfill your needs so why would he run off somebody that would?

“You’re my date,” he said smoothly. “And I don’t take kindly to others toying with my possessions.”

“Your date? Barely. All you’ve done is sneer and ignore me the entire evening. If this was a proper date, I’d have ditched you two hours ago,” you told him harshly. “I am ditching you the second those transfer papers go through. I’m out of here and away from you.”

“You’re transferring to get away from me?” Hux asked inquisitively. He hadn’t expected that revelation.

“Yes, away from you! You arrogant, selfish, self-centered, egomaniac that didn’t notice the girl that went above and beyond for you for two years straight. Making sure you were taken care of, dealing with Kylo Ren so you wouldn’t have to. Even fucking Ren told me you didn’t appreciate me. Do you know how embarrassing it is for the man that kills for sport to say that?” You inhaled sharply to catch your breath, making your chest heave quickly.

Hux arched an eyebrow at your tirade, which set you off again.

“Then you ask me out, getting my hopes up just to dash them in the same breath. A date, but not an actual date, just another thing to keep up appearances. Then when I turn my attention to somebody that wants me, you decide to be a massive fucking cockblock,” you ranted angrily.

The drinks you’d had loosened your lips far more than you would have liked but there was no going back from this. Turning on your heel, you stormed out of the banquet hall, away from him and the people that just heard you rip into the highest ranking officer on the star destroyer. You swore when you realised that you’d probably just ruined your entire life and career over an unrequited crush. Once in the clear, you leaned against the nearest wall and covered your face with your hands, wondering how you’d ever come back from this.

“That language is unbefitting of an officer of your station,” Hux’s stern voice said from in front of you.

“I’m assuming you wouldn’t take kindly to me telling you to fuck off then,” you asked from behind your hands. The last patience you had for him had worn thin earlier in the evening.

“No, I wouldn’t. We are going to discuss your little outburst,” Hux hissed. He gripped your arm and practically dragged you into the nearest abandoned office. He pulled you deeper into the dark room, leaving you barely able to see save for a nearby control panel.

“What do you want to discuss, Si–” Hux’s lips crushing against yours stopped your words in an instant. He kissed you urgently, working his lips against yours in a feverish, desperate manner. He swiftly pushed his tongue past your lips, licking into your mouth eagerly, tasting you. Responding to his advances, a surprised ‘mmph’ left you as you kissed him back. While your tongues tangled together, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him tighter to your body, wanting to feel every inch of him.

Without breaking the kiss, Hux hoisted you up onto the control panel, backlighting you to perfection. You felt a few switches pressing into your ass but you couldn’t be bothered when he knelt between your legs. He looked up at you from under his long lashes while he worked his hand up your thighs. You bit your lip in anticipation, as you’d been waiting for this moment for years. When his hands stopped at the edge of your dress, you gave him a soft whine of frustration. You shimmied your hips closer to his face trying to motivate him to move further up, to touch you where you needed but he remained frozen in place watching you.

“Please. I want you,” you pleaded.

Hux nodded his understanding with a quiet “I know” and pushed his hands up your skirt to snag your panties, pulling them off quickly. You watched as he brought your leg up to his shoulder staring at your pussy in lust. He lifted his hand, running his slender finger from your clit down to your slit and collecting your juices. He brought his finger to his mouth, sucking it clean, and the groan he let out made the action seem even more obscene.

Hux buried his face in your pussy, making messy work of you while he ate your pussy like it was his last meal. He licked across your slit, enjoying the taste of you before slowly dragging his tongue across your clit. He repeated the process twice more before dedicating his time to spelling out his name on your clit with his tongue, sending jolts of pleasure through you. General Armitage Hux was spelled out repeatedly while you shuddered above him, whining desperately for more.

“Hux–more, please,” you pleaded while you reached down to grip his ginger locks.

You felt him smile against your clit before he pulled away. He applied his thumb to your clit working small lazy circles against your sensitive nub with a devilish smile. “Ask nicer than that, pet,” Hux cooed up at you. Of course he would call you that. “Tell me how much you want my cock. How you want me to send you back to the party dripping.”

“Pleasepleaseplease,” you begged him.

“Please what, pet?” he asked gently.

“Fuck me, please…. give me your cock… I need it.”

Hux pulled his finger away from your clit, tapping your lips with the slick coated digit. You sucked his fingers clean, tasting yourself and making him groan again as your tongue swirled around his digits. “We are going to have to work on your manners, but for now that will do.”

He pulled you off the control panel, spinning you around to bend you over the cool metal. You whined when your chest made contact with random buttons and controls. You heard the rustle of clothes followed by the clink of his belt hitting the floor, anticipation running through your bones. He ran his finger across your soaked slit before pushing two fingers into your sopping core, moaning at how tight and wet you were for him.

He moaned louder when you worked back onto his fingers chasing your own pleasure while he watched. Hux had heard the eagerness in your voice but seeing it in action was entirely different. He added a third finger to your hole and his cock gave a twitch when you moaned obscenely.

You rocked your hips backwards against him, feeling your orgasm building quickly. The filthy sound that surrounded you spurred you on faster. “Cum for me, pet,” Hux told you while he brushed his thumb over your clit. That sent you into a spiral, stars flashing across your vision as pleasure overcame you making your legs tremble while you came.

You slumped against the control panel, closing your eyes against the light that suddenly seemed too bright for your eyes. Hux pulled his fingers from your pussy and tapped the head of his cock against your clit, pulling a whimper from you. He lined up with your entrance and snapped his hips forward filling you in one smooth motion, your arousal making it easy for him. He drew out almost fully, snapping his hips forward filling you again, his hands pressing your lower back into the table. With each snap of his hips into you, your musical moans filled his ears.

He gripped you shoulders, pulling you upright and setting a punishing pace into your cunt. His groans in your ear were driving you toward your release quicker than you expected. He held you tight to his chest, pulling a high, broken sound from you as he sank his teeth into your skin, effectively marking you.

“Cum on my cock, pet,” He growled into your neck. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing small, fast circles intent on forcing you over the edge.

Your orgasm hit you like a runaway speeder and you came screaming on Hux’s cock, making your legs give out and your body twitch. Hux didn’t stop thrusting, he held you in place and kept fucking you roughly, using you for his own pleasure. Your third orgasm slowly crept up on you while he held you tight against his body.

“Gonna cum in this pretty pussy and send you back to the party. I’m gonna make you talk to that officer while my cum leaks out of you,” he groaned against your ear.

Your peak washed over you weakly with a strangled moan at the filthy image he painted and this time you felt Hux’s cock twitch as a flood of warmth shot inside you. He released you, letting you sag onto the control panel while you both struggled to catch your breath.

He pulled out of you as he caught his breath. Once he tucked himself away, he helped you off the control panel and back into your panties, tidying you up. When the two of you were dressed again, he grasped your hand and pulled you out of the room back toward the banquet hall and the party.

“Oh, by the way, your transfer request is denied,” He told you with a soft smile that left you blinking dumbly with your heart in your throat.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

This time when you returned to the party to mingle, there was no more sneering, and you even pulled a few soft laughs from him. Maybe this fake date hadn’t been a bust after all.

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scaryscarecrows · 15 days

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Hostile Takeover

Charles ‘ChiChi’ Smith woke up six hours ago to pandemonium.

Poisonings. Seven of them, the big boss and his lieutenants. Nobody knows what the fuck happened apart from, well, ‘poisoned’. Somebody had gone to find them and they’d been stone dead, vomit drying around them. Nasty business.

Nobody will cop to it, either. That’s the weird thing. Somebody’s clearly making a grab for power, so own it, right? But nobody is. Everyone’s spooked, and pissed, but nobody’s owning up. It’s not like Sionis was beloved by any stretch, and neither were the bastards he kept close, so why won’t the new boss step up?

Well, ChiChi figures, it may as well be him. He’s been here long enough.

First order of business is to find the responsible party. He loves the opening, but they’re a liability. So he’d gathered a handful of their better foot soldiers, big idiots that shoot first and ask questions later. Sent ‘em out. Grabbed more people to burn the bodies–can’t be too careful–and wondered if it’s too soon to start redecorating the main office.

A few hours later, he decided it’d been long enough and headed in, only to be met with a little fucker.

Jason Todd has been here about three months. He’s eighteen, a mouthy little bastard. It’s been ChiChi’s dream to shut his ass up one way or the other, but so far no luck. And he’s sitting in the leather chair with his boots thrown up on the desk, toying with some expensive glass doodad.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” he demands. Todd grins up at him.

“Checkin’ out my new office. What are you doing here?”

He laughs.

“This ain’t your office, kid. Get out.”

“Well, you sure as hell didn’t poison the old man.” Todd’s eyes flash. “Seems I’ve got more right to it than you.”

ChiChi stares.

“You did that.”

“Uh-huh.” Todd stretches back, chair creaking. “Spiked their beer, sat back, and laughed.”

“Bullshit,” ChiChi spits. “Get the hell outta here.”

Outside, there’s shouting and Todd rolls to his feet.

“Sounds fun. Let’s go see.”

Before ChiChi can grab him, he’s breezed by and gone out into the heat.

There’s strangers in the compound. ChiChi doesn’t recognize most of them, but the big guy, Trent Ages, has done business with them before. Not often, and he’s fucked ‘em over a few times, but it’s happened. He’s holding a big duffle bag. The others, guys ChiChi doesn’t know, are armed but standing loosely despite the sheer number of guns trained on them.

“You got ‘em!” Todd crows, striding over. “Nice.”

What.

He turns to the assembly, spreads his hands, and intones, “Last night, I gave our former boss and his cronies a case of strychnine-spiked beer. To put it bluntly, I’m in charge now. Before anybody tries to argue–Ages, throw me that, would ya?”

Ages obliges. Todd catches the bag, staggers a bit, and tosses it towards ChiChi. Keeping one wary eye on Todd, he crouches down and opens it up.

Glassy eyes stare up at him and he scrambles back when it clicks that those are heads, that he knows those heads, he sent ‘em out this morning what the fuck–

“Recognize ‘em?” Todd’s smile is cold. “They had to go.”

“You’re a fucking psycho!”

“No, I’m pragmatic. They were too quick to jump for you.” He raises his voice. “Sionis was small-time. I’m not. We’re not gonna keep wasting our time fucking with the Garage. They don’t have anything better than we do.” He pauses. “Luthor’s got a supply convoy heading this way next week. We’re going to take it from him.”

There’s a wave of murmuring. ChiChi stands up. Todd’s going to get them all killed, which he doesn’t give a shit about. He’s been here too long, put up with too much shit, to let this little cocksucker just roll in here and ruin everything.

“That’s crazy,” he says, marching over. Todd studies him, eyebrow raised. “You think, because you found some nuts willing to humor you, that you can just take over? Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“Bullshit. Somebody fucking shoot–hurgh!”

Todd’s suddenly a lot closer, one hand fisted in ChiChi’s shirt and the other down low, where a burning pain is suddenly spreading through his gut. His knees start to buckle and Todd’s grip tightens, forcing him to stay on his feet.

“You were always a sick fuck,” he breathes. “And a liability. But don’t die on me just yet, I’m not done here.”

He scrambles for something, anything; a gun, a knife, even a grenade, at this point, but Todd kicks his feet out from under him and the burning pain shoots upwards before Todd draws his knife back out and lets him fall.

“I will warn you,” he continues, “anyone who gets in my way will regret it. If you want to end your miserable life choking on your own blood in the middle of the desert, that’s your business. I can’t promise you your death will be as merciful as ChiChi’s here.”

BLAM!

Jason Todd holsters his gun and turns from the corpse without a backwards glance.

“Somebody burn this,” he says carelessly. “That bag, too. Then I want everybody in the Big Building. We’ve got things to discuss.”

He starts back towards the office. One of the new men, a redhead, says something in a low voice and he laughs.

“Oh, yeah, the bodies those heads came from are about a mile east. Might wanna do somethin’ about those, too.”

THE END

#garage tapes 'verse #jason todd #jason ended up with his own mc somehow and i doubt it was by vote

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Hello again! My ADHD has decided that the Hunger AU is to be my newest hyperfixation, and as such I have some more questions/interpretations I'd like to push forward, if that's alright. As always, no pressure in responding, and I hope this ask is fun to read :)

First off, I was going through some of your Listener posts for Reasons and I noticed a little tidbit in one of them: Watchers cannot feed off of the emotions of Listeners. If this is still the case, why were Martyn and BigB in the Life Games, if Grian can't feed on them, and were their mindsets still adversely affected? Could Grian (or theoretically, any Watcher) tell something was Off about them this way?

Another thing I noticed was that all Watchers are essentially clones of each other. Passing by the question of ecological diversity (I might think on that a different time), this implies that Grian, or at least, the Watcher-larvae that got implanted in him prior to all the code-copying, is a copy of another Watcher. Am I reading this right? Because if so that has implications and I love it.

And finally the biggest thing that's been on my mind: the Void (or the in-between, I've seen both). The space between servers. This thing has vexed and fascinated me since I read chapter one of your fic months ago. I think I've come to my own interpretations on the space, but I'd love to hear what you have plotted as well. For example, you mentioned that Developer Crystals are sort of hubs for servers - considering how you talked about it, the number of servers they can support must be pretty high. I've come to think of it kind of like a galaxy - and elliptical galaxy to be specific. Is this a correct way to think about it?

You've mentioned that being out in the in-between is dangerous for those not prepared - how much training does it take to be a Voidwalker? How does inter-server travel for regular players work? Are there extra steps that need to be taken when traveling from one Crystal's hub to another?

And on a personal interpretation note, I interpret the Void as looking kind of like space (as you often refer to in your work), but also... not. Specifically, when you talked about Developer Crystrals, I imagined them looking kind of like the Paths from Attack on Titan, just minus the ground (and being a lot bigger).

One final question, since it's been bothering me for ages: how does the ground work in the Void? It's been killing me since chapter 1.

Sorry for the massive ask, but it takes a particular sort of worldbuilding for me to come up with so many questions. I'm really having a fun time working with these rules - so thank you for making them!

Heyo!! I finally got a chance to answer this, which ive been trying to do since you sent it but unfortunately real life had other plans 😂😂😂 but i have the time and brain now, so here are hopefully some satisfying answers to your questions!!! :D

1.) BigB becoming a Listener was relatively recent; he was still a Player when he got pulled into the life games. As for Martyn, i think that because Listeners are so new, he was probably the first one Grian had ever encountered (at the time of 3rd Life at least). So he didn't realize he couldn't feed off of Martyn's emotions-- all he saw, in that half-frantic frenzy of "i need to eat right fucking now," was hey, i know that guy, and he's also in close proximity to BigB, so Grian sorta automatically pulled him in.

Afterwards, I'd say once Grian figured out he couldn't feed from him, he still ended up pulled in the next two times because of the familiarity (and because for as much as Grian can't feed off of him, Martyn still causes a lot of edible emotions in other people). But yeah, any Watcher would be able to tell if someone was a Listener!! And Listeners are able to tell if somebody is a Watcher, although their Player usually won't understand what that means beyond "hey theres something Weird going on with that guy."

2.) Yep!! All watchers are structural-code and utility-code copies of each other; their memory codes and surface codes are the only things that differentiate them from one another. This does indeed have some very fun implications to ruminate on fjsbdkdnd

3.) I'm not sure if i would describe dev crystals as a "hub," if only because that sorta implies that they're habitable-- but they are indeed the center of each server cluster, and i would honestly say the description of an elliptical galaxy is totally spot on :] they can indeed maintain a high amount of servers, but if the count grows too high then they can overload and stop processing the flow of unraveled code as efficiently, which can then cause backups, which then make them blow up, which is. obviously, pretty not good akdnwkdjek

Think of the void between servers as the bottom of the ocean. Absolutely crushing depths, the kind that will kill you in an instant if you don't have the right protective gear. Voidwalkers are basically people who are so good at coding that they can keep their code from getting pulverized and walk right through it like they're taking a casual morning stroll. It takes a ton of effort and energy to do, and is very dangerous-- i would say you have to be EXCEPTIONALLY quick-thinking, an efficient multitasker, and have a lot of practical foresight to achieve it without dissolving. Hence why there aren't many of them, and I'd honestly say Xisuma is probably one of, if not the, best. The fact that he was able to take five people including himself into the in-between, and keep them all alive, is INSANE. Brother outdid himself truly

As for interserver travel, thats something im currently working on lore-wise (and will hopefully be able to post about soon)!!! But the basic gist im working off of right now is that there are servers that act as server hubs, or waystations-- basically servers whose only purpose is to act as an in between point to access other servers. I'm toying with the idea of special portals called launchers, and the concept of zip files/share folders + creating folds in the fabric of the Greater Code to cross vast distances within a short distance. If you've read A Wrinkle In Time, thats the sorta thing im thinking of. But unfortunately right now its all spaghetti in my brain, so im still working on straightening that out until i can explain my thoughts coherently 💀💀💀💀

I can say rn that travel between dev crystals and their server clusters is not possible just yet. The universe is fucking HUGE, and there are countless devs and server clusters within it; the ability to travel between them isnt quite feasible right now, but it'll get there eventually :] not within the scope of the main story, though-- all of that fully takes place in this single corner of the universe

For dev crystals themselves, i picture them looking a lot like giant end crystals!!! the thought is that end crystals are basically like. a mini version of a dev, and that the beams you see healing the ender dragon are bursts of raw code pulled in from the rest of the server. so yeah, end crystals except massive on a scale we can barely comprehend and also ten million times more explosive (and more capable of handling the stability of an entire server cluster so it doesnt collapse in on itself)

4.) LAST BUT NOT LEAST. I. will fully admit when i wrote the walking on the void it was, at the time, a purely aesthetic choice. But i am legitimately thinking now about the implications of that, and toying with a few concepts that i wanna noodle on more before i fully commit to them. Sorry for leaving it a mystery for now!!!! 😂😂😂😂 it'll probably get answered in the post i'll eventually make about launchers and interserver travel

hope these were helpful and continue fueling your brainrot!!! thanks for being patient while i wrangled my brain enough to answer them :]❤️❤️❤️❤️

#shouting speaks #asks #hunger au #VERY FLATTERED THIS IS YOUR HYPERFIXATION :DDD #hope this provides some good answers!!!#long post #txt

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Project Freak Part Three (Eddie Munson x Reader) Enemies to Lovers

Warnings: Angsty and smutty af 8+ Only. (Do not interact if under 18)

Summary: You’re partnered up with the person you’d never be caught dead with. But the more you work alongside Eddie, the tension continues to build amongst eachother

AN: I’m so sorry this took so long but this is worth the wait I promise!!Should I start a tag list?? Also I have no idea why it isn’t letting me add a page break suddenly? I’m so sorry about that and hopefully I can add one in later. Series Masterlist here and enjoy!! xxx N

You felt like you were going crazy all of a sudden. Nothing made sense suddenly while you walked through the now very dark and eerie school hallway. Just moments ago, it was illuminated with fluorescents and filled with your friends and other students. But now it was something out of a nightmare.

The hallway was blackened with only a light flickering on and off which only made you feel more unsettled. Nobody was around and you were afraid to shout for anyone, almost as if you were too scared to speak. You knew you were at school but none of this felt familiar at all. And most importantly you had no idea how you got here. Were you dreaming?

Your entire body tensed while you headed into the cafeteria, hoping to find Chrissy or Jason or honestly…Eddie. Anybody, just anyone who could tell you what was going on. Or to wake you up. God, did you take something before class without even realizing? This felt way too real to be a dream, which only made you feel more frantic and anxious.

The cafeteria was also deserted but there was blood and grime everywhere. The tables were coated in black filth while the vending machines had dust entirely coating them. You felt uneasy and like you were going to throw up. None of this was right. You gripped your textbooks so tight your knuckles turned white while you made your way through all of the tables, still hoping to find somebody.

You swore you heard whispers behind you but when you turned around nothing was there. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up while your heart felt like it was in your throat. Trying to calm yourself and take a few deep breaths, you finally opened your mouth and tried to call out for somebody. But when you did, nothing came out. It was like you’d been muted.

Now, you were frightened and completely panicked. Dropping your books, they thudded loudly to the ground as you sprinted towards the window. It looked worse outside than it did in the school. Reddened sky with demented looking clouds, the trees looked like they had died months ago and you swore you saw bats flying around in the distance. This wasn’t Hawkins. You didn’t know what this place was. Or how you got here. But you knew you needed to wake the hell up right now.

Something called your name in the distance, that time it was crystal clear. It was deep and…demonic sounding. It repeated your name in the same monotone and it sent shivers down your spine. Whatever it was knew you were here and it wanted you. It was asking for you.

You turned around and nobody was there. Walking out of the cafeteria and back towards the hallway you heard heavy, wet footsteps that made you shudder. You wanted to scream but you figured saying nothing was best right now. But you did decide to run.

Bolting towards the exit, you whimpered to yourself as you continued to hear the voice calling your name. But it was becoming clearer and was sounding more and more like someone you knew. Your mother. It couldn’t be. There was no feasible way it could be. Whatever it was was pretending to be your mother to try and lure you closer. But you had to fight the urge and keep running.

You finally yelled for help as you came to a crashing halt. Slamming into something so hard, it knocked the wind out of you. You finally were able to use your voice so you screamed louder. Your eyes clenched shut while you curled into a ball on the floor in a panic.

“Woah! Hey,Y/N! Hey!” A voice called out to you that almost sounded normal. You stopped screaming and opened your eyes with a whimper, almost terrified to even open them and see what was waiting for you, “Y/N, can you hear me?” Eddie’s voice was soft while he knelt on the ground at your level.

Blinking slowly, you took small breaths as you looked around. You were outside in the woods behind the school. It was daytime. The sky wasn’t red, the trees were well-quenched from the rain the night before and you weren’t alone. At least right now you weren’t. You didn’t know what the hell just happened to you but it felt real. Way too real. And you couldn’t make heads or tails of any of it.

Eddie saw your widened eyes and how filled with fear they were. He never saw you look quite so vulnerable before and to be honest, it worried him. It looked like you had just witnessed a murder or something and he didn’t know what was going on. Why were you out in his neck of the woods by yourself? He was lucky that he saw you because judging by how you were acting, he didn’t trust you alone right now.

“You okay?” Eddie asked even though he knew it was a stupid question. Of course you weren’t okay, look at you. Your eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot and it looked like you had just gone through hell. “You’re safe here,” he tried again, hoping he could get something out of you but he didn’t want to pressure you.

Nodding your head, you slowly sat up straight while you got your bearings, “How did I get out here?” you wondered as you looked at how far the school was from here. Just moments ago you were running out of the cafeteria from the thing calling your name, “I was just in the cafeteria…” you looked over to the building suspiciously.

“The cafeteria has been closed for hours now? It’s almost six…” Eddie raised an eyebrow at you. If he didn’t know any better, he would say you took something earlier that made you tweak out like this. He’d seen it before, he was just surprised he witnessed it with you, “Do you need to sober up?” he offered gently.

“I didn’t take anything, Munson,” you pushed him away from you. Of course you looked crazy. You sounded like it, going on about what you saw and you knew nobody would understand it. Not even Eddie. You tried standing up slowly and looked around, “I’m fine. I just…I don’t know,” you didn’t want to say anything else to make yourself seem worse.

Eddie knew something was wrong. He didn’t need to be friends with you or even like you to be able to tell. The way your eyes looked vacant and scared, the shakiness in your voice. Maybe he was wrong about the drugs. But he was right about something going on with you that you were afraid of. And he wasn’t going to take that lightly.

Reaching into his back pocket, Eddie grabbed his keys and went to your side, “Hey, let me take you home, okay?” his voice was soft, a side of Eddie you had never seen before and you weren’t sure how to take it. He seemed like he was genuinely concerned about you and you couldn’t deny you appreciated it despite how caught off guard you were, “I really don’t think you should be driving anyway,” he added as he grabbed your arm delicately.

“I’m fi-…ugh…okay, whatever,” you weren’t in the mood to put up a fight with Eddie right now so you held back your stubbornness and agreed. You had just gone through…something weird; you weren’t about to make matters worse by fighting with arguably the one person who was actually trying to help you. You knew Jason would probably just laugh in your face. For Eddie to offer to help you of all people was saying enough. So you agreed and let him guide you towards his van parked by the entrance down by the soccer field.

The drive home was silent while Eddie drove, not even putting on his loud music you hated because you figured he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Everything you had just gone through was coursing through your brain for the entire ride, over and over again and it only made you feel crazier the more you thought about it. Nobody was going to believe you. And the worst part was you didn’t even know what it was to even tell anybody.

Tears began to stain your cheeks while you stared out the window and Eddie pulled onto your block. Quickly wiping them so he wouldn’t see, you sat back in the passenger’s seat and sucked in a deep breath. Focused on him pulling into your empty driveway as you continued to fight back your tears. You didn’t want Eddie to see you fall apart. Nobody ever did so you weren’t going to start now with Eddie. Despite your recent history.

Eddie followed you to the door, watching as you fumbled with your keys until you finally unlocked the front door. Your hands were shaking and Eddie could tell you were trying to hide it from him but it didn’t work. He followed you in the front door a few steps to make sure you were steady. He knew he was pretty much inviting himself at but he wasn’t about to leave you alone in an empty house when you were clearly behaving strangely. It wouldn’t sit right with him.

“…hey…you’re alright…” he offered. He wasn’t sure you wanted his comfort but something inside of him wouldn’t allow him to just stand there letting you deal with this alone.

It was odd but he felt this sudden tug at his heart at the sight of you struggling like this.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you answered in a low voice as you stood in the kitchen. Your eyes went down to the floor, afraid to even look at Eddie. You laughed nervously as your fingers went to the end of your hair, “You’d just think I’m fucking crazy anyway and I’d rather not give you more fuel to feed the fire,” you sighed.

Eddie frowned and tilted his head to the side, “I…I would never think that but tell me, don’t tell me, I don’t care, princess. I just care that you’re safe,” he shrugged.

“Oh all of the sudden you care about me?” you raised an eyebrow with a small laugh and paced around the kitchen. Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson was in your kitchen and you weren’t kicking or screaming over it. It actually felt almost…relieving to have him there. You felt safe around him. Especially after everything that you had just gone through. You were shockingly glad to have Eddie taking care of you willingly, as much as it surprised you.

He flinched and glared at you, hearing your disdain but figured it was a combination of whatever happened that was putting you on edge and your normal brattiness. So he let out a dry laugh and quirked a brow at you, “I wouldn’t have followed you stumbling around in the woods to make sure you were okay if I didn’t care a tiny bit,” he hated to admit it. But he knew he wouldn’t have done what he did in the library the other day with you if he didn’t want you. “I’m not a prick like your boyfriend,” he added sharply.

“He’s not my boyfr…is that why you were in the woods?” you cut yourself off while you asked him a bit smugly. You were still on edge from earlier but your banter with Eddie was certainly a distraction you enjoyed. “Because you…care?” you couldn’t say it without mocking him.

“That’s where I go to deal, sorry to burst your bubble, sweetheart,” Eddie leaned in with a grin that matched yours. He was glad to see you in better spirits even though he still wanted to wipe that smug grin off your face, “I was finishing up and I happened to see a girl roaming the woods by herself before sundown and then I realized it was you which was…weird…since I’ve never seen you in the backwoods ever? So yeah…do you really think I’d just leave you there?” he answered back, his own honesty even surprising him.

You let out a laugh with a hand on your hip, “I’m fine now. So if you’re concerned about me, there’s no need,” you found yourself hiding behind that wall once again. Afraid to let somebody like Eddie in or too close. If he knew the real you, he probably wouldn’t even be here, you told yourself. “You can go home now, Munson,” you shooed him with a small shove of your palm.

Eddie took your hand and held you by the wrist. His grip was tight enough so he had your attention but loose enough where it was easy for you to let go if you wanted to. But you gave him permission to touch you as he looked into your still reddened eyes, “Do you want me to leave?” he asked firmly.

You remained silent. Your eyes locked on Eddie’s and you felt your stomach flip from the way he always stared at you. It wasn’t possessive or like you were some sort of object like the way Jason and other guys looked at you. Eddie looked at you like you were someone worth looking at. Like you were different. Special.

“Tell me what you want…” he said, his voice low. Waiting for your response. He didn’t want to leave after what he had witnessed earlier. But he realized he wanted to stay for other reasons as well. “Tell the truth,” he added.

You hesitated to answer. Part of you was just being stubborn but the other was curious as to why you…wanted him so badly. You wanted to fight it and call him a freak or tell him to go home. It would be easier than letting another guy in and risk getting hurt.

And if you told the truth, would he want you just as bad. The look in his eyes made you think that he might. It didn’t make you any less conflicted though.

“I…” you faltered, hating the nerves evident in your voice. You cleared your throat and felt your guarded side come out, “Leave me alone, freak…” You snapped.

“Try again, brat,” Eddie stared back.He would not touch you until you told him exactly what you wanted. And if you really didn’t want him around he would leave no questions asked. He wasn’t Jason. He wasn’t like any of those territorial douchebags. But he could tell there was more going on in your head that you were afraid to say to Eddie.

“No,” you stubbornly said. And his brow rose.

“No? Alright, I’ll head out then-” he began walking away until you blurted out another ‘no!’ but this time with more force. “Then tell me what you want, princess,” he said just as forcefully.

“…make me forget,” you finally breathed out. The vulnerability made your heart race. Your face became flushed with heat when you spoke. But oddly enough you found yourself becoming more comfortable around Eddie, “I want you to make me forget,” you repeated before you kissed him.

Eddie’s hands slipped down to your sides while he kissed you back. Capturing your top lip as he lifted you in his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He started carrying you up the stairs in between his kisses, “Which way is your room?” His voice was desperate when he spoke and looked at you.

The way he asked made your core throb against his waist and judging by the grin on Eddie’s face, you were sure he knew. You pointed towards your door by the hall as Eddie carried you in. His face almost dropped to the floor when he saw your room, clearly expecting an entirely different type of room.

Eddie let out a breathy laugh as he set you down on the edge of the bed, his eyes going towards the hundreds of records you had lining your dark blue walls. He looked at you with a face and ran a hand through his hair, “I’m….surprised, Y/N. Y’know, I pictured your room and this wasn’t what I pictured,” he looked at your dresser with cheerleader trophies resting on it.

“Were you expecting lots of pink and frills? Maybe a horse collection?” You raised an eyebrow as you watched Eddie scan your records. A lot of people had no idea how interested you were in music and you mostly kept it to yourself. The last time you mentioned Fleetwood Mac to Jason, he gave you an hour-long lecture that it was “Satan worshiping music.”

“Something like that,” Eddie shrugged as he picked up an album with a face while he examined it, “Bowie, huh? I can handle Bowie,” he nodded before he placed it back on the shelf before he made his way back to you with a grin, “Good to know the girl I’m about to fuck isn’t a teeny-bopping, mall-pop robot,” he teased before he went back to your lips.

You leaned back on your bed with a small whimper, “I still like Tiffany and Debbie Gibson, asshole. I just happen to like other things too,” you pulled away and gave him a death glare. Everything between the two of you felt so easy yet so challenging at the same time and it was something you didn’t want to give up just yet, “Plus now that I know you hate it, I’m buying their records,” you teased while you took off your t-shirt.

Eddie’s eyes went to your breasts and cussed under his breath. The two of you had fooled around in the library, but he never actually saw you naked until just now and you were beautiful. “Why are the bratty ones always the hottest?” He teased while his tongue flicked your nipple.

“Probably the same reason why the mean ones are the ones you want to make you cum,” you admitted while you started to unbuckle Eddie’s jeans. Never in a million years did you think you would be about to have sex with Eddie Munson. But here you were, in your bedroom asking him to do things you never asked any other guy. And the craziest part was you only wanted Eddie to do those things to you.

“I’m the mean one? If I’m so mean maybe I shouldn’t give you what you want then…” he playfully suggested while his fingers pulled back up your pants. He loved pressing your buttons, especially when you were acting like a damn brat. The expressions on your face were priceless and made him glad you couldn’t read him. Because Eddie knew the truth that he couldn’t say no to you anymore.

Making a pout, you sighed when he stopped. Dammit, you wanted him and you knew the only way was to put your guard down a bit. Taking a deep breath, you looked at Eddie apologetically, “Please don’t go…” you suddenly felt so timid and small next to him. You hated feeling so vulnerable. But maybe Eddie needed to hear it from you, “I want you here, Eddie. I’m so scared and I just want you to help me feel…safe,” you finally said it and felt yourself blush. But it was the truth.

Eddie pushed some of your hair out of your face and leaned in to kiss you. Deepening it while his hands went back to your jeans, his tongue finding yours with passion as he peeled them off skillfully, “I’m not leaving, Y/N,” he mumbled against your lips with another kiss.

He hovered over you and laid you down on the bed. His lips trailing down to your neck and back to your nipple, sucking on them and feeling his cock twitch when he made you moan. It was odd how…protective he suddenly felt over you. He wanted to make you feel safe and he wanted to make you feel better. Taking care of you and tending to your body only made him crave you more.

Eddie reached into his jeans on the floor and pulled out a condom from the back pocket and carefully rolled it on. He hadn’t been expecting this to happen but he always kept something on him just to be safe. He did whatever he could to avoid another talk with Wayne after the incident last summer when he walked in on Eddie with Chrissy Cunningham in his trailer.

His fingers began circling your clit while he teased your entrance with his tip. Your eyes were filled with lust and desire for Eddie and he was sure that his looked the same. Bringing his lips down to your chest, he kissed your skin and took his time with you. “Are you sure about this…?” Eddie felt unsure of himself as he rubbed your clit. It wouldn’t be the first time he was used by a pretty girl, “About me?” He almost didn’t want you to answer that question.

“Eddie, I’m sure,” you answered right away as you guided his hand to where you wanted it. God, he had such a way of making you feel good that it was driving you wild. You couldn’t get over the fact that you were asking Eddie to fuck you but here you were. And you didn’t care what anyone thought about it either. “I feel safe with you,” you captured his lips tenderly as you felt Eddie slip inside of you.

Eddie hissed as he entered you. Feeling your wet, tight walls around his cock while he remained still for a moment so you could get used to him. You were soaked for him which only turned Eddie on even more. Moaning against your lips, he pushed his hips deeper into you while he continued to circle your clit.

Bringing his right hand to yours, Eddie laced your fingers together and raised them above your head near the headboard. His other hand continued to explore your body, kneading your breast carefully while he began rocking his hips into you. Bringing himself into you slowly as he moaned into a deep kiss against your neck.

Your hips bucked up into Eddie's, the rhythm beginning to match his while you dug your nails into his bare back. You felt so full with him inside of you, and it made such a difference than anything else you had experienced prior. Eddie was different. Better. Bigger. And you were already hooked on him.

“Use your words and talk to me, baby…” Eddie cooed in your ear. Using his teeth against your earlobe and he laughed against it when you moaned again, “I wanna know exactly how I’m making you feel,” he growled while his hand made his way down to your clit again.

“I….” You could barely form a sentence from how Eddie was tending to you. He was circling your clit and thrusting deeper into you, you clenched around him tighter and caused him to groan your name which made you coat his cock in more of your warmth. “Eddie…I….fuck…” you cried out.

Eddie brought his tongue against your nipple and flicked it while he picked up his pace. The way you were gripping his cock was sending him into a frenzy, “I said use your words, sweetheart,” he teased as he rubbed your clit faster. “Tell me,” he pressed his thumb harshly against your clit now which caused you to scream in pleasure.

“You’re making me see fucking stars, Eddie!“ You matched your thrusts with his, wanting as much contact as possible. His fingers working your clit like magic while his cock was deep inside of you now, “Make me cum all over your fucking cock,” you demanded in your fucked out haze.

“I love seeing you like this,” Eddie praised as his thumb and index finger pinched your clit which pulled another loud moan from you that made his cock begin twitching inside of you. He could feel how close you were and he was determined to make you cum so hard right now, “So horny for me and desperate to cum,” he teased as he began to bottom out.

You arched your back into Eddie as your tongue searched wildly for his. How could you have never experienced this with any other partner before? You were now hooked on all of Eddie, including his cock. And you wanted him to be all yours.

Your eyes clenched shut and Eddie bit your lip gently to get your attention, “No. I want those beautiful eyes on me…” Eddie told you as he waited for you to open them. He grinned wildly as he circled you faster, “I want you looking at me when you cum, okay, baby?” His voice was both rough and gentle at the same time, which made you feel even more safe within this very vulnerable and intimate moment.

That familiar feeling you experienced in the library with Eddie returned without any sort of warning and you erupted from his words alone. Eddie’s name called from your lips while you gripped into him and your orgasm came rolling through your body all over again. Just as intense and euphoric as the last one. He knew what he was doing to you and you never wanted this feeling to go away.

“That’s it….cum for me,” Eddie praised and he knew he was about to lose it as well. Continuing to rub your clit, Eddie pulled out of you in time and came into the condom. Your bodies shivering with moans and sloppy kisses while he continued to circle your sensitive bud, dragging out every bit of your orgasm as he could. “Let it all out for me,” he encouraged through his ragged breaths while you both unraveled.

Eddie kissed your belly and worked his way up to your lips when you came down from your high. Removing the condom and tossing it in the nearby garbage; He pushed your hair behind your ear and looked into your eyes, “Do you feel okay?” He asked, hoping he wasn’t too rough with you.

“Much better than okay,” you laughed into another kiss and smiled up at Eddie, “I…never came like that before,” you told him honestly.

Getting up to run to the bathroom, Eddie came back moments later with a damp cloth to clean you up. His touch was even more gentle while he finished and grabbed m his t-shirt for you so you could change and be comfortable. Even he was surprised at how gentle he was being with you. And he could tell on your face that no guy had done any of that for you before.

“Happy to help, Princess,” Eddie winked at you and quickly threw his jeans back on. Taking his time as he looked around the still foreign room. He thought he had you pegged for the most part but here you went again, proving him wrong. Looking at the shelves and shelves of endless vinyl records along with some posters of your favorite musicians and movies. Although he wasn’t at all surprised there were no metal bands, he was surprised at a few of the options you had.

He stopped at one of the posters behind your door and started laughing, “Who do we have here?” Eddie teased at the face he recognized from every magazine cover that he’d seen in the grocery stores these days. “Oh isn’t this the cutest thing,” he loved poking fun at you.

“Aw, are you jealous of Cory Haim?” You teased right back as you slipped a pair of underwear on under the t-shirt Eddie loaned you. Changing in front of Eddie should have felt more uncomfortable but…it didn’t at all, “I guess I have a thing for bad boys,” you shrugged as you felt yourself getting tired but afraid to fall asleep.

“I just fucked you, sweetheart. Not him,” Eddie rolled his eyes as he finished getting dressed. You looked incredible in his shirt to the point where he didn’t want to ask you to give it back. He noticed the tired look in your eye, a bit proud he was responsible, “Well I guess I did what you needed me for?” He gestured to the door.

Eddie didn’t want to sound dismissive but he’d been down this path several times. Pretty girl gets her way, uses him for whatever they’re looking for, and then treats him like a freak again, pretending it never happened. He wanted you to be different but he felt himself protecting what was left of him just in case.

The anxious trauma from earlier flashed before your eyes. Reminding yourself of the horrible nightmare you set foot in. You weren’t ready to talk about it but you also didn’t want to be alone right now in case it happened again. Your dad was picking up a night shift and you didn’t want him worrying about you. But your mind felt like it was a scrambled mess from earlier and you hated to admit that you were scared.

“Umm…” you sat nervously on the edge of your bed, watching as Eddie grabbed his boots from the corner of the room. You were beginning to think it wasn’t just him being here that helped. It was Eddie himself. A feeling you never thought you’d have, “Can you maybe….stay? I really don’t want to be alone right now,” you told him as you looked down at your fingers.

“Are you gonna tell me what happened?” Eddie crossed his arms over his chest and saw how tortured you looked just now. Whatever you went through was bad enough you were asking Eddie of all people to spend time with you. He didn’t know what it was but he was sure it was bad enough.

You shook your head no and looked at Eddie. “I know you don’t like me, and that’s fine. I don’t like me either. But can you please just…” you found yourself fighting against tears again and you pushed them back as much as possible. Eddie Munson was not about to see you cry. No guy would after how Billy used to make fun of you. “Can you please just…stay?” You asked through your teeth.

“That was hard for you, huh, Princess?” Eddie laughed as he took a few steps closer to you. From the distance he saw your fingers trembling and it upset him seeing you so scared. He always saw you as this girl with no feelings and this was a side he never thought he’d see. If he didn’t feel bad, he’d say it was refreshing. “I’ll stay,” he assured with his hands up.

The small eye roll you gave him made Eddie wink, glad to know that at least you were laughing a little. You both just shared something together that was different from anything else and he’d do it again if you allowed him to. “Are you sure this isn’t a ploy to have sex again?” Eddie teased and grabbed a blanket from the chair nearby.

“Shut up, Munson. You’ll be lucky if you get into my pants again,” you teased. Your mind was already thinking about when there will be a next time.

“Hmm…I think I like my chances, sweetheart,” he smirked. He sat against the headboard of the bed and you laid beside him. He looked out the blackened window and he felt you press yourself into him for comfort. Your body felt like it was so tense from your nerves, “Don’t have to be scared around me, ya know?”

You shook your head while your eyes clenched shut, “it’s not you I’m afraid of,” was the last thing you said before you finally fell asleep in Eddie’s arms

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things #Eddie Munson x reader

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majaloveschris · 2 years

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Why nothing makes sense part 1.

Relationship edition

I wanted to write a post about why nothing in this story makes sense to me. This is my Ted Talk about why I doubt anything is real while not being delusional.

I think the most suspicious thing is that nobody has ever seen them together. I understand Alba isn't well known and that Chris can lay low. But I found it extremely unlikely that anyone, not a single person, has ever seen them together. If we just consider Chris's fame, people even took pictures of men they mistook for Chris. So in that 1 year they've never gone out to do anything together. Or even if she was sitting at his house in Atlanta, nobody knew about that. Not a single crew member has ever sent a blind to DM or sent an ask here, to anyone. People notice Chris even when he's alone, but especially when he's with someone. I still find it impossible that in this year of them being so in love with each other, nobody has ever seen them together.

The timing. So according to the article, they've been together for a year now. During this year, the only "evidence" we got were likes and follows. Nothing else. And now, suddenly, after the WN trailer comes out, he likes her posts, even leaves a comment, then the pumpkin picture thing. I'd like to add that he only interacted with her work-related posts. And now, after one year of hiding this relationship, but not really, they realized it was finally time to make it almost official; exactly on the same day, her show came out. These coincidences are crazy! Why did they wait so long? They could've admitted that they'd been together for months prior to this, but they didn't. She wasn't at his friend's, sister's wedding, she never attended a single red carpet event of his. The fact that this article came out on the same day her show premiered makes it suspicious (at least to me). They could've easily announced them being together while doing SMA, why didn't that happen? Did these few days make any difference? I don't think so.

A lot of people said they wanted to keep this relationship secret. If I want to keep it a secret that I'm in a relationship with someone, I don't interact with their posts, not even the nonpersonal ones, and my family or friends don't follow them. If I want to make a relationship public, I do it. Not with likes or follows, but with words, and by being out together. This whole thing was like them trying to keep this bullshit up so people would speculate about it, but at the same time they never did anything that would really confirm they're a couple.

A few days ago, after the whole SMA thing, articles and magazines reported that he is single, and People was one of them. The editor of People magazine even said that if he is dating somebody, he will talk about it or people will see him with this person. And now we have this article posted by People. He didn't talk about it, and he was not seen with her, so where is the confirmation then? Just because a source said it. Even if it was his team, it still doesn't mean this is real, they wrote about Lily too, and were they together? No.

It's been going on for 11 months. They were harassed, called different names, Alba or her team untagged her from Chris-related posts, the laser-focused comment, the SMA single thing, all to kind of make it official they're together, as I previously stated on the same day her show premiered.

I'm pretty sure I left something out, but all in all, the whole timeline of this "relationship" makes zero sense, it doesn't add up.

Thanks for being here and reading this. I'm trying to be reasonable.

#cevans-love #ab dating bullshit

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mariejordans · 6 months

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Have you considered being a nicer person? I just happen to be friends with the person you slagged off on your blog and you clearly didn't expect your post to get back to her, but it did, as a few people alerted her to your post. FYI, that wasn't her post, the thing you were attacking her over about Sam and Cate, that was submitted to her blog from somebody else from Reddit. Second, she's not a Stan, she has development disabilities and Sam is her special interest/emotional focus. He makes her happy, so of course she's only going to focus on him. Calling her a 'Mega Stan' is rather ableist on your part. She's also not a Cate stan. Why would you even think that? Cate hurt Sam. So maybe next time you want to attack disabled people on your blog, take two seconds to cool down, consider how your words may hurt people and just don't do it. Mkay? This fandom is small and it got back to her eventually, so just think about your actions next time please. You are very lucky she isnt the call out type, because she will never say anything on her blog about this, but at least some of us know your true colours. Consider your actions and check to see if your posts are hurtful.

first of all, as someone who is also neurodivergent, i apologize for my comments hurting your friend. it hasn’t and never will be my intention to attack disabled people on this blog, so i’m genuinely very sorry for that. to be honest, i did not know that your friend had developmental disabilities, so again, i apologize.

that being said, i believe you’re talking about this post i made almost a month ago? it was in response to this post just to be clear, because a few of your comments have me a bit confused. i’m not sure what you mean by “that wasn’t her post, that was submitted to her blog from somebody else from Reddit” when everything i was responding to in my original post were based on things that she did say in this post (which she published so it is her post) not the person who sent the ask or the redditor (who i actually agree with.)

secondly, i don’t have any issue or problem with sam being her special interest. it doesn’t bother me that most of what she posts is about sam. most of what i post is about marie or jordan, so i get it. there’s nothing wrong with sam being her sole focus.

what i DID have an issue with was the way that she constantly undermined marie in her post. marie moreau IS the main character of gen v. that’s not an opinion, it’s literally a fact. every single point that the person made in the reddit post is correct and your friend wrote an entire post trying to come up with excuses for that not to be true. it just comes across very odd to me that they wrote an entire post trying to undermine marie and her importance to the show.

and honestly, why does it bother her so much that marie is the main character or that other people think of her like that anyway? her being the main character doesn’t diminish or take away anything from the show or sam, so i genuinely don’t see the need to make a long post about how marie actually isn’t the main character.

you can like any character you want. you can dislike any character you want (although if you dislike marie, i do give you serious side-eye) but undermining one character’s importance for the sake of another, ESPECIALLY when said character happens to be a queer black woman that you discredit in favor of two cis white characters, that’s where i have a problem.

#gen v asks #sorry but i will literally go to war over marie

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bygiornogiovanna · 2 years

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Moth to a flame

(Yandere!Giorno Giovanna x GN! reader)

"But this time, I let you be"

It's been almost a year since you ran away from your kidnapper's place. It was a hard journey and it took you around a month to get your life back.

You were surprised you were capable of living on the streets for a month, until you got enough money from your job at a random market to pay rent.

In the meantime, you even took a liking in one of your costumers. He was a regular, nothing special, but the way he was talking, dressing, moving, acting, looking...Everything about him made you intrested.

But it was hard to trust somebody again after him. After what he did, you found it impossible to get over it and live your life normally. You were always careful with your steps, making sure to not be followed, careful with your words, to not say too much that could hint you knew him.

Your first plan was to change your name, but you soon realized that somebody might recognize your surname. Afterall, the name Giovanna wasn't an unpopular one.

So, when it came to acts and stuff, you used your other ID, the one Giorno didn't know about and didn't destroy.

"Cause he seems like his good for you"

Back to your love interest, as I said the man was amazing. And, to your surprise, he was interested too! How did you know?

Well, he asked you on a date one month ago. You were taken aback, so shocked that you almost dropped the products you were about to scan. "So, do you accept?" he giggled at your sudden shyness. You accepted after struggling to find your words and, overall, everything went great!

He was indeed a gentleman, exactly as you thought he would be. Kissed your hand, bought you flowers every time you went out (because, yes, you did go on multiple dates), gave you his jacket. Even if you insisted to pay for yourself, Minato didn't listen.

At this point, he started to remind you of your past lover a little bit too much, so you became more careful around him. In your mind, they all start the same, and they all have the chance to become like him.

"And he makes you feel like you should.

His love for you is true"

At the same time, you had this sense of calmness around him and you felt like nothing could go wrong anymore. Like you were finally loved and cared for while being free.

Why did you feel like that? Because, unlike Giorno, this guy didn't lock you up. He imvited you to stay over with him, which you didn't accept from obvious reasons, but he never forced you to.

Even with all of the encouraging words from your co-workers, your boss or random regulars, you were still unsure about all of this. The trauma was surely imprinted onto you.

You often thought about it, was his love for you true? Or was it not? Minato wasn't the type of guy who would look at someone like you. Why would he? You were poor, full of trauma and trust issues and probably annoying.

But still, he wanted to date you.

So why were you here?

"But does he know you call me when he sleeps?"

If he loved you so much and you loved him back, why were you here?

In his living room, while he was sleeping peacefully in the next room

With the phone he bought for you

Forming the number of which you ran from

Why were you calling your ex?

Why?

Sighing deeply, you dialed the number and put your phone next to your ear, barely holding it with a shaky hand.

It rang once.

Twice.

Then he picked up.

"Who is it?" his serious tone sent shivers down your spine and you immediately regreted your decision. Your heart was racing, both in fear and because the sound of his voice, you palms started to sweat and your mouth was dry. "Is anyone there?"

You swallowed your own saliva and took a deep breath before speaking. "I-It's me, Y/N." you managed to say, sounding like a lost child. The silenece that followed after made you want to throw yourself off a cliff.

"Well, that's a surprise, cara. I knew you would eventually come back to me, but what about that...thing you live with?" Giorno said, sounding way calmer than you expected. You thought he was going to demand to know where you are and yell at you for leaving him. And wait...how did he know?

"Y-you know about...you know about Minato? And you know where I am?" It came out more like a whisper, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach. How did he know?

He laughed. "Oh, my silly little baby, you really thought you could get this far without me letting you? I told you long ago that I know everything, amore mio."

"In fact, I was planning on letting you have your fun only for like, a week, before taking you back so you just made my job easier. I appreciate that." you felt so stupid. Of course he knew, he wasn't a mafia boss for nothing. Of course he didn't forget about you and he didn't move on.

You didn't say anything because, how dumb were you to even think that you could escape him? That you at least had a chance to live a normal life after you catched Giorno's attention. You felt the sensation of an empty stomach, one unrelated with the need of eating.

"Now, now, at least I know you're loyal to me. Why else would you call me in the middle of the night if you are so happy with that creature. Or, am I wrong, tesoro?" Giorno said mockingly. He was right and he knew it, and you hated it so much.

"You are...not wrong..." you said weakly. It was useless lying to him. He knew everything.

Like a moth to a flame, you were stuck with him, with no chance of escaping his love. Because, deep down, how twisted it may sound, you wanted it.

A/N: guess who's back, back again :)

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