#and we’re gonna get four robes out of this

[carolmunson]

it's like sugar sometimes.

(older!modern!dad!eddie)

welcome back to the: orange colored sky setlist a/n: this can be read as a stand alone, give or take some references. but as a pre-cursor: you and eddie are about twelve years apart, meeting in late twenties early thirties, his late thirties early forties. you're deeply in love and we're fast forwarding a bit and now you have a kid. shout out to my nephew because without countless videos of him being the same age as the baby in this fic i would not now how babies baby. cw: pure fluff. pure dad eddie goodness. pretty tame. some mild arguing and swearing. some saucy kisses at the end. a new entry for the fall frenzy extravaganza. this fall frenzy is in honor of @jo-harrington who said i could do whatever, so here we are lmao.

songspiration: how sweet it is (to be loved by you) | james taylor

The ride to the orchard is going much better than you were expecting after such a rough morning. Tears from the moment Gwen came into your room just before four in the morning because she had a bad dream. Then it was too hot for her in bed with both of you, then she was too cold, then Ed’s snoring kept you both awake until she couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore. Then there was the kicking and stretching and rolling around. Aren’t they supposed to sleep like logs? She just turned three. Ed woke up refreshed, frowning when he turned over to see you sitting up against the headboard reading with puffy tired eyes. “Hey,” he says softly as to not wake Gwen who was curled up into his side, “She come in last night?” “Another bad dream,” you shrug, looking at him over your book, “I don’t know if she’s really having them or if she’s just starting to have a little regression period. Maybe we can get her a new night light or something.” “Why don’t you try to go back to sleep for a little and I’ll get her ready,” he asks, voice still raspy from sleep, “I’ll just take her into the shower with me.” You smile lazily at him and nod, looking over at the clock on his night stand – a little past six. Maybe an extra forty-five would do you some good before you went to the orchards upstate. Gwen’s eyes open up to her dad awake, her face contorting when she sees him. “Had a bad dweam,” she sniffles, reaching her arms out. “Poor Gwen, you had a bad dream?” Eddie coos, pulling her up out of bed with him, “Tell me all about it, angel.” Her babbles echo down the hall even after Ed closes the door behind them.

Piercing sobs woke you up instead of your alarm, though that went off right after to remind you that there’s a whole day you have to start. You rub your eyes and groan, sliding out of bed and stepping into your slippers. You grab your robe, shrugging it on as you leave the bedroom and wincing while another cry pours out of your toddler and goes straight to your chest. “I know, honey, I know,” you hear Eddie soothe, “But we’re gonna go do something so fun. You wanna go pick a pumpkin, right?” “No pumpki-i-in,” she sobs, deep and guttural. You open the door to her room slowly, a very teary Gwen stands in the corner, hair wet in a new set of pajamas. You look at Eddie, pulling out an outfit for her and laying it on her toddler bed. “What’s goin’ on, in here?” you ask gently. “Gwen doesn’t wanna get dressed to go apple picking,” Eddie says quietly, “She wants to watch Blue’s Clues.” “Wan’ see Bl-blue, mommy,” she sobs, “Pwease.” “Hey, hey,” you try your best to settle her, “Thank you for saying please, honey. We can still see Blue but daddy has to get you dressed first.” “Did she eat?” you ask, pulling Gwen up to your hip while she cries into your shoulder. “Yeah, she had some mini waffles and a banana,” he opens her closet and fishes out a tiny pair of Chuck’s to go with her outfit – a little black sweatshirt screen printed with the Halloween movie poster paired with a set of leggings meant to look like jeans. “Did you eat?” you smile, coming over to him to plant a kiss on the cheek. “Yeah, her leftovers,” he laughs, “There’s a cup of coffee waiting for you on the counter.” “Thank you,” you nudge him, feeling Gwen squirm and whine while she tries to shimmy down from your hip, “Okay, okay.” “Gwen, please,” Eddie begs with a twinge of frustration in his voice when she makes it to the door, on her tiptoes to reach the handle, “Let’s just get you dressed and you can watch Blue’s Clues while we do your hair.” She stomps, wet curls bouncing with her when she does, “Wanna watch now, pwease!” “Thank you for asking nicely Gwen, but that doesn’t always mean you get your way,” he explains. She shrieks, loud enough that your eyes squint, stomping again onto the fluffy white carpet below her, “I wanna watch Blue’s Cwue’s!” “Why don’t you take a deep breath for me, huh?” Eddie asks her, he pats your lower back on the way to the door. A silent way of letting you know to just go get yourself ready, he can handle the rest, “Do we need to take a time out?” “No time out,” she starts to cry again when you slip out of the room. More frustrated whines and wails boom down the hall, dissipating while you make it down the metal staircase to the coffee on the counter. Your heart swells when you notice that he already emptied and reloaded the dishwasher. 

After you’ve packed some snacks for later and gotten yourself dressed, you make your way back upstairs. You approach the bathroom with your coffee in hand, Gwen’s sippy cup full of water in the other. Her bubbly squeals respond back to whoever is talking to her, barely looking up from Eddie’s phone to look at you when you open the door. 

“Who’re you talking to, miss girl?” you ask, putting her sippy cup next to her on the bathroom counter. “Steeb,” she says, eyes glued to the screen, much happier than she was before. “She’s watching 90s Blue’s Clues?” you laugh at your husband who’s busy splitting her Gwen’s hair into a middle part, looking in the mirror that she’s sat in front of. “No, she’s FaceTiming with Steve,” he shakes his head, pulling one section back into a high pigtail. “Hi peach!” Steve’s voice rings from the phone, he lowers it back down to parentese to address Gwen, “Is that mommy? Can you say hi to her for me?”  “Steeb say hi,” Gwen says, lifting the phone up, showing the screen to the ceiling of the bathroom. You take the phone for a second, seeing Steve’s annoyed face in the frame. 

“You’re on thin ice,” he says, his fiancee’s laugh ringing out of frame, “I can’t believe you’re going this week when we’ll be there in two. You always go before we come to visit.” “There will be plenty of apple picking trips to do together when we move, I promise,” you assure, “She starts gymnastics and swimming next weekend, we won’t have another time to do it.” 

“Gymnastics?” he asks, “Does she have tights? Leotards? What can I get her?” 

“She has like, I don’t know Steve – forty leotards? She’s gonna grow out of half of them in six weeks,” you explain, “Don’t worry, your husband got it covered.” Eddie snickers, wrapping an elastic around one of the ponytails in his fingers. “Well if she’s gonna grow out of them then she’ll need more,” he scoffs, “I’ll get some sent over.” 

“You’re impossible,” your eye roll is something Steve is just as used to as Eddie is. Gwen whines again, reaching for the phone with grabby hands, a quiet ‘Steeby’ escaping her. “I can hear her asking for me, gimme back to my girl,” he sighs. You hand the phone back to Gwen who giggles when Steve makes a funny face at her through the screen. “Look how pretty those ponytails are. Daddy did such a good job,” Steve coos at her. “We payin’ be-yoo-dee sawon,” Gwen explains. Eddie looks up at you, whispering ‘Can you grab her bows for me?’ You nod, reaching into the bottom drawer to snatch a basket full of bows, holding them out to him while he picks. 

“Beauty salon,” Eddie corrects softly, “Orange or black bows?”  “Bwack,” she says, waving him off like you do when you’re busy, “I’m on da phone, daddy.” “Yeah,” you say, meeting her sass, “She’s on the phone, daddy.”

He lets a ‘pfff’ push out of his lips while he grabs two black bows from last halloween, little sparkly spider webs parked in the center. You leave them to it, heading down to get the car packed up and make sure you have Gwen’s bag set up before you leave. 

Despite the dramatics, the ride is going well. Gwen happily eats an apple sauce packet in her carseat while the two of you sip on coffees and eat breakfast sandwiches from a drive thru off the highway. It’s nice to get out of the city for a while and get Gwen used to the idea of not being in it anymore. The drive consists mostly of James Taylor’s greatest hits because Gwen is her Grandpa Wayne’s baby before she’s anyone else’s. She hums along to Carolina and sings only the chorus of Mexico. Her favorite song is Mockingbird even though it’s Carly Simon featuring James Taylor. The two of you throw it on the record player every other day to sing it to her, even if she doesn’t ask for it. It’s selfishly your favorite song, too, just ‘cause you get to see your husband play along with you. “And if that better way ain't so, I'll ride with the tide and go with the flow, And that's why, I keep on shoutin' in your ear, Saying (yeah, yeah) whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-oh.” You lean your head back on the passenger’s side to make eye contact with Gwen through the visor mirror who giggles back at you. She mimics your ‘whoa-whoa-whoa’, shimmying in her carseat with her shoulders. Gwen’s no stranger to shimmying, always finding some way to dance off beat to Ed’s music when he plays at a venue she can be at or practices at home. His number one fan. 

“Oh-wange twees, mommy,” Gwen says, tiny finger pointing out the window at the foliage lining the road. “I see them, aren’t they pretty Gwen?” you nod back at her. Eddie’s head turns slightly to watch her watch the trees, eyes shining at each change of color hits her. His heart beats a little quicker knowing she’s able to make those distinctions between orange, red, and yellow – too smart, getting too big. “Daddy’s git-tah,” she yelps, pointing hard at a tree covered in dark red leaves while Eddie slowly turns down the entrance of the orchard. Gwen lets out a tiny ‘woah’ when the car jostles that makes him laugh, he wishes she’d stay this little forever. “Yeah, that’s the same color as daddy’s guitar, good job sweetheart,” he smiles back at her, “Are you ready to pick some apples so we can make Uncle Stevie a pie for when he visits?” “Ya!” She nods, happy and excited. She doesn’t know what he said, but whenever he talks to her with a smile she’ll do whatever he asks and vice versa. Still ‘sort of rockstar’, definitely ‘meant to be father’. Parking is less of a nightmare than expected since it’s early in the day – most families come after the first morning nap, at least that’s what the mom groups told you on Facebook. Gwen hardly naps anymore, but you won’t be surprised if she knocks out earlier than usual tonight. Eddie gets the backpack full of Gwen’s essentials and you grab the baby. “I have to carry you through the parking lot, babe,” you say when she starts to bounce in your arms, eager to run on the grass in her sneakers. “Wanna walk, please,” she begs, her hands on your cheeks while you make your way towards the entrance. “You can walk when we get inside but there’s lots of cars out here and no stop lights,” you say, batting her hand out of your hair when she reaches for it, “I’ll put you down in a little bit.” “You think we should take the stroller?” Ed asks from the trunk. “They have wagons, we can just pull her around,” you shrug, “I don’t think the back up stroller is good for this kind of place, we’d need the one at home.” Eddie shrugs, joining you on your walk to the entrance to get your empty bag and your wagon, putting Gwen at the back as you get to the trees. “Walk, please,” she begs again. You hesitate, it’s just too big of a place and she’s a runner, “Honey, I would love it if you–” “Let her walk,” Eddie says, “She’ll get bored after a few minutes and wanna watch anyway, just let her walk.” “Come here Gwen, hold my hand,” he says, offering a tattooed hand to her pudgy one. She clumsily crawls out of the wagon, bouncing over to her dad to put her hand in his. He pulls her up once, making her squeal and giggle as she floats next to him. “More, more!” she laughs, letting Eddie swing her ahead a few more times while you all make your way through the trees. 

She likes apple picking more than you expected, arms up constantly to be lifted onto the branches to grab some off of every few trees. Gwen had a good eye, better than you and Eddie, for super crisp ones – pointing up and jumping to get at them. If she was a little bigger you wouldn’t be surprised if she climbed up the trees with the ease of a jungle cat. Your husband encouraged it, climbing up the branches like he was still twenty – sitting with his legs dangling off and having you pass your toddler to him. “Please be careful,” you warn, passing her up to him. “Babe, I know what I’m doing,” he scowls, a hint annoyed before changing his expression for Gwen when he helps her onto the low branch with him. “You don’t have to be a jerk, I just want her to be safe,” you snap back. “And I’m keeping her safe,” he says with a smile as to keep your daughter none-the-wiser. Still looking at Gwen while she reaches for another apple. She hands it to Eddie who hands it to you, your fingers brush. “Sorry,” he says, looking down at you, “I’ll be careful. We’re not very high, but you’re right. I’ll be careful.” “Thank you,” you nod, taking the apple and pressing a ghost of a kiss to his knuckles. He blushes red, red, red. Red like the leaves, red like his guitar. “Why s’pink, daddy?” Gwen asks, passing him another apple. “I just love mommy very much, honey,” he smiles, pressing a kiss into her hair, “She makes me turn pink like a heart.” “Like on da phone,” she says, clinging to him like a koala when he slides down off the low branch with her. “Yes, like on the phone,” he nods. You’re not Peach 🍑 in his phone anymore. You’re The Wife 💗. Right now he’s Gwen’s Dad in your phone because you got in an argument two months ago and haven’t changed it back to Rockstar Husband 🎸❣️because ‘Gwen’s Dad’ makes you laugh too much. He hates it. “How you like them apples, G?” you ask when Eddie puts her down in the wagon, she looks up at you confused and shrugs; brown curly pigtails bouncing at she does. “Kids today,” you shake your head at Eddie while you press onward, “No culture.” 

“No culture,” he agrees enthusiastically. 

You peruse, the bags you bought are filled to the brim with apples. Some red, some green, a few yellow so Gwen can try them and see if she likes them. It’s a calming walk, the chatter of other families, the squeaky roll of the wagon, the rustle of the trees when the early autumn wind catches them. Eddie holds your hand loosely, always needing to keep touching you in some way, always wanting to keep you close to him. You look back, Gwen going between looking around at the other families and playing with her V-Tech phone. Eddie goes from walking slow to speeding up to make the wagon jostle just to hear Gwen’s giggles peal through the trees. After about an hour of walking and picking, you’re about as pooped as your toddler should be. Once you get to the tree line you see the farm and market down at the base of the hill, a little relieved that you’ve all made it to the end of the road unscathed. 

That is, until Gwen climbs out of the wagon when it comes to a stop and without warning, books it towards the edge. 

“Gwendolyn Rose!” Eddie’s call is rough and loud out of fear, but it sounds like anger. Gwen stops short, startled, falling backwards onto the seat of her leggings. Like clockwork the first whine starts, building up into a needy, sad wail. You know they’re crocodile tears so you keep your pace with the wagon behind you. Your husband however, despite the constant reminder that she knows he’s easy, rushes forward without a second thought. “Oh no, my baby girl, shh, shh. I’m sorry,” he coos, reaching down to hoist her up onto his hip, “I didn’t mean to yell, sugar. You just got daddy scared is all. I’m not mad.” Gwen wipes her face, pushing away tears that never fell, sniffling and hiding her face in his neck. He rubs her back while she settles, guilt tugging on the lines between his brows. 

“No baby girl,” Gwen pouts, “I’m big girl.” 

“Oh that’s right, you’re my big girl,” Eddie grins, kissing her cheek. She’s not amused, frowning down at him while she pushes up against his shoulder to squirm out of his hold. “That’s a very grumpy face, Gwenny,” you giggle.  “Hey, are you mad at me?” he asks up at her before popping her back down onto her feet at the edge of the tree line, “Why’re you lookin’ so mad?” 

“I’m big,” she announces, little foot stomping on the grass below her. Eddie lets a sigh out through his nose and kneels down to her level. She takes several deep breaths and you both know it’s the beginning of what could be a very long second tantrum of the day. “I know, you’re a very big girl,” he nods, “But what do mommy and daddy say you have to do when we don’t have you in the stroller?” “Hode hands,” she repeats back in a whine. “That’s right, we hold hands – and if we’re not holding your hand you’re supposed to stay close, right?” He watches her nod, tucking a finger under her chin to make sure she’s absorbing what he’s saying. Her lower lip juts out, cheeks puffing while her shoulders sulk. “I walk by - by mysewf,” she urges, sniffling, “Pwease.” “Not today, sugar. I’m sorry,” he sighs, cupping her cheek in his palm, “I have a fun idea, do you wanna get on daddy’s shoulders and you can tell us how far we are from the farm?” She brightens up a little, giggling when he reaches down to tickle her sides before scooping her up to lift over his shoulders. He groans the way old men groan when they lift something and you stifle a laugh, smiling up at Gwen when she smiles down at you. “Hi mommy,” she beams, waving her tiny hand.  “Hi baby,” wave back lazily, the shoddy sleep you had last night starting to settle into your eyes. “Do you see the farm, Gwenny?” Eddie asks, she nods enthusiastically, “Maybe we can go get you a donut, how does that sound? Will that make you happy?”

“Ed,” you click your tongue, “She’s never gonna get to sleep later.” “We’re making memories, babe,” Eddie says, reaching up to hold Gwen’s hands to keep her steady, “Some extra sugar won’t hurt her.” 

“Yeah, you love extra sugar, don’t you?” you laugh. 

“Matter of fact, I do,” he smirks, shooting you a wink. He laughs when he sees two of those twelve foot Home Depot skeletons posed outside the front of the market, promoting their haunted hayride with signs and other silly decor, “Shit, that’s fuckin’ metal – s’ridiculous.” 

“S’dic-yoo-liss,” Gwen repeats. “S’ridiculous, Gwennifer!” Eddie repeats back in concurrence. “Sss’tick-you-luss,” she bounces, laughing when he laughs. They have the same one, though his has years on hers, gruff with age, with cigarette stains. 

Pumpkins get picked, warm donuts devoured, the morning finally feels like it’s coming to a close. You park Gwen down at a picnic table while Eddie goes to get the goods, hanging out with your threenager who can barely keep her eyes open. You’re thankful you still have the wagon because there was no way you’d be able to carry all of it back to the car. Caramel apples, cider donuts, three gallons of apple cider, honey sticks, pumpkin pie, and anything else Eddie thought was good enough to bring home for the season weight heavy in the brown paper bags in his arms. He comes back sheepishly, biting his lower lip when you look at the bags and then at him. 

“Hm,” you hum pointedly. 

“I just really like fall flavors, peach,” he shrugs, “And the old lady at the front was so sweet telling me about the deals I couldn’t not get everything.” “You’re such a sucker,” you laugh with a roll of your eyes, “You ready to head out?” He nods, ticking his forehead at Gwen whose cheek is smushed against your chest, eyelashes brushing the tops of her cheeks, “Looks like this pumpkin’s ready to go.” 

“She’s out,” you say softly, brushing her hair away from her face, “Lasted five minutes on my lap.” 

“Let me get a picture to send to Steve,” he says low enough that it doesn’t wake her, “The background is perfect.” “Ed you have a thousand pictures of her from today,” you complain. “Shh, shh, come on,” he smiles, taking out his phone – you know he’s only snapping Gwen by the way he lowers the camera to your lap. He puts the bags in the wagon while you slowly stand with her wrapped around your front. You wait at the entrance for him to pull the car around, leaving the wagon behind. She doesn’t wake up when you pop her back in the car seat, slowly rolling out of the parking lot with the rest of the afternoon in your wake. 

“I got her a little gourd painting kit, somewhere in those bags,” he says, “She can make some decorations.”  “Oh she’ll love that,” you nod, peeking at her sleeping face in the visor mirror again, “I’ll do it with her before dinner.”

He pulls in slowly at a stop sign, hand reaching out to snake into yours, pulling it to his lips to bless you with soft kisses on the back of your hand.

“Thanks for such a good day, baby,” he murmurs.

“You’re very welcome.” 

Later on, just before dinner, Eddie hears a tiny knock on his office door paired with two giggles from his favorite girls. 

“Yes?” he calls out. The door creeps open and he hears you whisper, ‘Ask ‘Are you busy, daddy?’ 

“You busy, daddy?” Gwen pipes up. He shuts his computer, moving away from the two additional screens. “No, honey, never too busy for you,” he smiles, creases by his eyes showing up through his glasses, “Do you have something to show me?” 

“Yeah,” she nods, pulling on your hand to pull you into the room. He uses the same candles he always has, deep spice, like his cologne. Warm like the way he holds you. Still in his hunter green Dickie’s overalls from this morning. 

You give Gwen her little pumpkin that she painted to present to her dad, beaming with excitement while he looks it over. 

“Such a good job, Gwenny,” he coos, “Are these –” 

“I did bats,” she grins, finger touching the sparkly black sort of bats adorning the outside. Covered in glitter and sequins, falling onto his office floor. 

“You did bats? For Halloween?” he asks. You shake your head no, smiling big when Gwen goes on to explain. 

“No cause, daddy, cause you have bats,” she hurriedly explains, “Issa daddy pum-kin.” She reaches to his left arm, pointing at the bat tattoos on the inside when he was a kid. She runs her finger over them, “See, bats like daddy.” 

“That’s so sweet, honey,” he coos, “Is it for me?” “Yeah,” she squeaks, “For here.” “For your office,” you say for her, trying not to giggle when his eyes shine with tears. She could give him a piece of trash and he’d cry over it, “‘Cause you have so many Halloween decorations in here.” He laughs, looking around at all the tour posters he has from bands he’s seen over the years – to a three year old they probably are a little scary. “And what did you say it was when you were done, Gwen?” you ask, “What did you say daddy would think the pumpkin was?” “Fucking med-oh,” she giggles. “Oh my god,” he sighs, thumb and forefinger immediately going to temples. “Fucking metal,” you repeat back him, knowingly, “Wonder where she got that.”

He tries not to laugh when he looks down at Gwen, “Don’t say that word, baby, that’s a bad word.” “Sowwy,” she whispers. “It’s okay, you didn’t know,” he grins, pulling her in to kiss her all over. She shrieks the way babies shriek when they’re excited and runs out of the office toward her bedroom at the end of the hall. You turn to go after her before feeling Eddie’s hand on your shoulder. “Hey,” he says quietly in your ear, you shiver, “Remember when you said I like a little extra sugar?” 

Your cheeks burn hot, turning to him, “I do.” He leans in slow, lips capturing yours in a way that they only do when you both get to be alone, “Don’t forget to keep givin’ me some.” “I won’t,” you murmur back, letting him kiss you deeply one more time before pressing a slow kiss to your favorite place under the hinge of your jaw, “You’re bold, Munson.” He shrugs, breaking away, “Needed somethin’ sweet.” 

As if he isn't sweet enough. Eddie spends the rest of the night looking up ways to preserve a painted gourd. 

masterlist | fall frenzy | ko-fi

[kel-lance]

JJK Mafia Au (JJK x Reader) PART 2

Part 1

Warnings:- TW: Dead dove dont read (DDDR) Minors do not interact (MDNI): SA, Physical Assault, DubCon, NonCon, Mindbreak, Public Humiliation, Breeding, Ownership, Gaslighting, Multiple manipulation, RWORD, PTSD, a lot more toxic sh.

Premise: Reader lives in a city where the two biggest gangs keep things line until the third gang showed up. That had nothing to do with you though, until dumb luck just happened to favor you one day. Basically You’re picked up and used by every dangerous criminal within the clans due to some alliances they had to create due to some members messing up the previous alliances. ((Almost everyone’s gonna have a turn 🤗)) ( i have 11 more chapters planned out right now meaning after i write those ill still be writing more.)

“We’re done for today.” The large man reaches for his robes. You don’t bother to move. Just breathing hurt. It was his off day and he was deciding to break you in, deciding to keep you for however long you were durable. He was amused with your reactions. He liked it. He found it interesting how you were also trying to survive. He’d play along as your god now. 

You lay in the bed and his finger prints stained your skin, each strike created blots of purple and blue and green. You liked bruises before, it showed how you fought for it. 

You apparently woke up two days later, and he lets you rest. Your body finally turns off survival mode for a second, just a second to adjust to the warm room. Four walls, the nice smell, it was just another thing you weren’t used to. Stillness. It was boring. But under these circumstances you were glad to have your own padded room to deal with this.

The time you were left alone, you didn’t know how long that would be. Another hour or so you’d think he’d come back in, hearing as you’re up. Time for more torture, though do torture victims get a bed and tended to? It felt more like you were a sacrifice, meant to appease him, though no one handed you over. 

You were brushed, scrubbed raw, and even felt a bit of shame for the way you were living compared to the two ladies who were taking care of you. But you didn’t know how long they’ve been in this line of work. Hell they honestly looked like they were born into it with the cold looks in their eyes. They could care less about your well-being, though they found and scrubbed every inch of you. Of course you didn’t want strangers to look at you, especially after such a moment that brought you here. To be real, these twins are probably the only people who knew you more than anyone you currently knew. 

Friends? You had a few, some to help you out sometimes, some to let you crash at their place. It was all fair game to the people you knew. Life was never easy for them and they knew of you being a free spirit. You didn’t leech off of them for you’d always show up with something in exchange, usually something you stole but it would never get traced back, it was either too common (but useful) or just something that would never be brought out of shown off. 

You weren’t a bad friend for it, if anything you were the perfect guest, though this time you didn’t mean to give yourself away for a few nights stay.

“I gotta get out of here, but where would I go? These people have already seen my face and I can’t tell how many more there would be. I can’t request anything to learn the layout of this place and no one will talk to me. If I leave I’ll have to run further and faster than I already have been…” You ponder more, sitting at the table placed in front of the window. 

They’re smart enough to know what I’d do if I wanted to pick a fight with their lord, of course there are guards at more doors, even under the window out your room, and it’s safe to say that there’s even a guard at each vent that’s connected to your room. 

“Why does it seem like I’m so special?” You sit and open the window, the guard below moves from his post to observe you on the same side has the other posted to view you. You look down at then and offer a wave, saying you’re not doing anything stupid, but you just wanted some air. One of them leaves, probably to get Sukuna. 

“I bet he’s just a lonely loser and I just happen to fall into his lap, or maybe I was one of many and was the newest. The girls here looked like they could be in the same position as you, though why weren’t they? They didn’t look like they were his blood, and there was no way that he could be their dad. That would make things even worse since you’re close in age as the twins. 

You see the guard go back to his post, nonchalantly. “Weirdo.” You thought. Not even a second later your room door whips open. Jumping from your place at the table, you turn and see who other than the man with the unpredictable entrances. “Finally up?” He leans on the door frame. “Honestly, you’re so dramatic for that.” He teased, being strangely familiar to you.

“Dude…” You caught yourself about to tell off this stranger. All you’ve known from him is that he’s having fun taking you and making you a toy, that his name was Sukuna and how everyone seemed under his control. Not that they enjoy it, but it didn’t look like anyone, even in their numbers, would stand up to someone like him. 

It still wasn’t apparent for you. He only told you his first name, his last could tell you that you were in even more danger than any “normal” man doing this to you. It could be such a metaphor but you’re literally trapped in the best place you’ve ever been. Was that just life? all the bad comes up when you’re supposed to be happy, and realizing how good you’ve had it as it gets ripped apart in front of you? The balance of it all only comes with ignorance, which was also why you wouldn’t get attached. You didn’t run to one person for everything you didn’t need more than what you’d ask for and that wasn’t much. If they were lucky you’d be there for 3 days at most. 

You lost your voice, his presence set in, bringing you out of your (if you can all it that) relaxed state. He notices you tense up, the look in your eyes begging him to give your body a break. He huffs and saunters into the room, taking a seat at the end of the bed, the side that’s facing you. “You had some time to clear your head, now tell me what was your intention. Playing dumb suits that pretty face of yours… But that’s not why I’m here.”

You sure knew nothing about this guy. Other than his name and how his body looked. How he felt was different, it just happened so fast that you could only remember how it lingered in your belly after he left you the second time. It wasn’t something you can forget, those were the best orgasms of your life. “Sukuna… I’m serious.” 

“You expect me to believe that? Did I hit you too hard?” You almost wanted to laugh, you saw stars and colors you couldn’t before his knuckles contacted your skull. Lifting his hand from his side to place under his chin made you flinch, a bit too hard for his liking apparently.  It took a lot for you to muster standing up on your own, much less realize you had to get to the table by needing support from the wall. It was like you were in an ice skating rink and had to hold onto the walls for dear life, except there was no ice, it was just pain in your body not letting you level yourself out.

“When you’re ready to talk, I might hear you out. My patience is thin you already know.” He stands and closes your door, sent a shiver down your spine. Him not being close to you, or hurting you, having this quick visit was so unsettling. 

It haunted you for hours. He didn’t touch you. The edge of the bed where he sat still held an energy, like he left a part of him right there to keep watch over you. 

He definitely hit you too hard, you were thinking more outlandish things to go with this scenario. Like why didn’t the touch you? You thought he was going to keep a pattern, that maybe after this he would come in periodically to taunt you. That maybe his patience has worn out and he was going to get rid of you any minute now, or to use you again. 

The trauma you got from this certainly messed with your self soothing methods. Every time you catch yourself hitting your peak of your self imposed orgasms, you were almost wishing you had more than just your fingers. You didn’t want him, but seriously its already been 2 weeks. You were gonna go crazy in here. The girls kept bringing you your meals, and a bathroom is attached, though you couldn’t do much by yourself. 

You were to let the others feed and bathe you, and you honestly hated it. It was way too weird, you never talked to them, and they never tried with you so it felt like there was an agreement to just not speak about it. That none of you were here willingly. That gave you some insight. Your body healed itself enough that you didn’t need the wall to walk anymore, making your trips to the table in front of the window more frequent. 

You notice some sort of schedule Sukuna follows, as well as a few other noticeable men in this kind of gated community. Whatever he has gong on here, it felt like you were almost a stolen princess locked away in a tower or something. “You have GOT TO get a hold of yourself.” You didn’t need to see a doctor or someone, you were fully aware that these thoughts were just you daydreaming to escape reality, yet again. Though this time it was getting boring, you couldn’t help yourself, literally. 

At this point you wanted to even ask one of the guards if they wanted to come in and help you out, but you didn’t have to do that, because a day later you decided to act. Rolling around night time, you decided to open your window a noticeable amount. By then the guards usually leave one guard to patrol the grounds in each quarter. 

The ones outside your door either end up sleeping or one leaves the other for a bathroom break, some nights they both go, probably to blow each other you thought. It wasn’t any of your concern, they did it before when you could barely move, but now you were agile again, enough to move around without hissing at each moment.

 Placing your ear to the door, you heard light snoring through it. “Okay, just find his room you thought. You knew that it took about 60 steps to reach a stair case, then that would be about 24 steps down. You could hear his footsteps through the pairs of others who followed him, as his echoed with pace, and the others almost scuttled behind them like bugs.. 

You find your way slipping past heavy wooden doors, making sure it wouldn’t creak, you saw the walkway in the garden. You looked up and saw your room, you knew it was yours as it was the only one with the window open. you knew that the guard just left this fourth of his grounds. You were searching the area for his room. Peering through the windows, it would have been hard to tell if it was him, but his tattoos were honestly unique. 

None of them were him, you go back to the walkway, going down the opposite end, just blindly working your way through. You couldn’t just walk through any door, it could be your last mistake, it being Sukuna or not. But it just had to be him, you wanted so badly to find his familiar face and just, you don’t know. 

You decide to be more ballsy, there’s surely no way he’s be in the same quarters that has this many people,” you decide to take your chance with the left corridor. “I wouldn’t take him for a cuddly guy anyway.” 

Listen, you know it sounds crazy, but if you even got to escape, you’d be hunted like a fox, unnecessarily, and as a spectacle for others to watch. But if you could find him, and do it yourself, “I mean, at least I’d die with something, and what a funny way to go.” You loved to joke about these kinds of things. Anytime it seemed dark, you’d find yourself cracking a joke or going off an other tangents from the barrage of thoughts coming your way.

You hold your breath as you set your fingers around the doorknob, you pull it back slowly, and turn it, to silence any squeaks it may have. After turning it fully, you let it go back and unclenched your fingers to let it go a second time, making sure there was no noise from the metal trap, and decided to go in. 

What fucking luck you had as if you broke into another room you’d think your breathing would start to give you away. As you head towards the bed, the raising figure laying there was him. Your eyes had adjusted to the dark, so much so that you could just stand in front of him. 

Looking down at him you wondered what you should do. You’re not going to kill him, that’s one thing, though you had nothing to lose, you still liked your life and you enjoyed whatever adventurous you got yourself into. It was always just one thing after the next and you’d rest when needed, but you loved it. 

This was totally different though. Before it was like you were born into this work and have to abide by its rules. As of right now you could do /anything/. What else would you do? 

You look down at him, kneeling at the edge of the bed to face him. Looking at his face like this, completely defenseless, his harsh eyes weren’t poking at you or telling you exactly what he was thinking. No he was just, he looked human. Like if you were to have met him at any other place it would possibly be on a magazine cover or an army recruitment booth posted wherever. 

“Damn bastard is beautiful.” You thought. “I didn’t get this far to stop now. Fucking 2 weeks you keep me here and don’t do anything? Do you know how boring that is? You can’t just keep me here and forget.” All that time alone had gone to your head, did you forget how he treated you the time you met? 

Tbh it fades in and out, your memory’s cut up pieces of film that randomly plays an old memory, and since you can’t recognize it, you call it a dream. 

Nothing could take you away from where you were now. Looking over him, still not a care in the world. Nothing could wake him if he’d allow it. You cocked your head to align your eyes with his, and reach out and brush your fingertips across his jawline. 

How much of this could you enjoy before he kills you for breaking out? Just that thought had you slowly leaning in, your hand before tracing his face was leaning onto the bed to support your intrusion. 

First, you kissed his forehead. The poor fuck probably hadn’t felt the touch of a real lover in ages, he just finds and uses whatever and whoever he wants, whenever. Of course you didn’t pity him, but does he even know what being loved properly was like? You’re really one to be asking. 

You peck the smooth, hot skin, and kissed a line across his cheek, getting more sensual with the next. His touch, even sleeping was still so manly. His body was so, honestly the words seem odd, but he looked so edible. Like you almost couldn’t keep your lips off of him. He was so yummy when you get a good look at him. 

Cupping his face, your lips reach his, beginning to lightly stimulate the connection. You lean in further, applying yourself onto him, guiding open his mouth with yours as you lick his lips. This shit was getting you so excited, considering all that he’s done to you, having this moment, where you’re in control and he was at your mercy, and only you know this.

Continuing to make out with your kidnapper, you moved yourself to get on top of him. His lazy reaction of kissing back had you think he was a deep sleeper, god you really wished. 

You opened your eyes just to make sure he was still asleep, but his eyes were staring back at you, with the same look he always has. You didn’t have time to even make a sound before he had you under him. His hand grabbed your waist and turned kept you parallel to him as his leg pushed his body to get on top. 

You could feel his erection, he was basically stabbing your thighs with his head. His hands pushed your wrists into opposite sides of your head, and he has you immobilized as he sat on your legs. Most you could move was your toes and neck, but he had pressed his face up against yours. 

“I don’t even know where to start with you. If you wanted to kill me, you would’ve already. Maybe I can believe you’re just some random, …but you wouldn’t have come to my room.” He lets a wrist go to reel back and strikes your face as a warning. Seriously, no sane person would just come straight back to him in your situation.

“The guard fell asleep?” Nothing gets by him. You can’t tell if he was just prepared for everything or if he planned this out. The excitement you were feeling before was being clashed with the sudden shock to your face. “Depending how the rest of the night will go will determine his punishment.” 

Keeping everything in place, he moves your chin up by his nose, giving him space to start attacking your neck. “We’ll just start with yours.” His grasp tightened around each wrist, so much so that he was pulling on the tendons in your forearms, making your fingers involuntary curl. 

Your luck may have run out, but you weren’t as scared. Trying to enjoy the moment as much as possible, knowing fully well that you’re about to be eaten alive, and god, youve been waiting. His teeth grazed your collar bone, making their way back up, making themselves a known threat to your neck. 

“Speak.” He orders. “Who sent you?” 

“You still think I’m a spy?” The spot where he hit you was pounding, but it didn’t hurt. Other parts of your body were just pulsating along with your heartbeat, you knew he was going to take that as a sign of fear. 

“Hurry up, we have a meeting tomorrow so I���m trying to be considerate for everyone else.” 

He’s still not listening. You weren’t either at this point, finding his roughing up sort of endearing. Maybe he didn’t want to get blood on his bed, or maybe he did care about that stupid meeting. All you could feel was vigorous pulsating from your wrists, your face, your heart, and more than anything else, your pussy. 

This was literally what you came here to do, this was why he even took you with him wasn’t it? Seriously whatever big shot he thinks he is… this shit wasn’t legal; You were serious on going out with a bang, raising your hips to create some friction on his hard on. 

Sukuna seemed to notice the look in your eyes and gave you another firm slap. “Focus, doll.” He adjusts his hips a few inches too far down your liking, his hands being the only thing touching you. 

“Put it back.” You got this far, now he wants to start questioning you immediately after waking up? He picked you up after meeting and ignored you for two weeks, you’re about to do what most others would. Especially if they’re in the same situation with the same circumstances.

“You’re not the one to be giving orders, much less to me.” 

You raise your hips back up to his head, having it dip into you, crossing your clit but unable to enter fully. His tip could find its way in no problem, it was just his call, and that almost drove him over the edge. You’ve stopped fighting back, for something like your freedom and what’s better for you. 

What you were after now was just one more orgasm brought by that monstrous mf. He doesn’t drop his guard, or change his face at all as he accepted “your bait/distraction”. In this position, you’re still straight legged, laying in his bed as he has you held down, arms pinned, palms up, and legs trapped as he sat on your thighs. 

He could easily kill you now, but it would honestly leave a bad taste as no one’s been killed in his room before, much less even entered without permission. You both didn’t know what to think really. 

To you he’s some strange and strong asshole who’s been unclear if you were his sex toy or if you were “invited” and he was just being a terrible host. Honestly, it felt worse to you to have everything you needed; Without your freedom, you were honestly thinking it’d be better to be dead. 

To him, you were dangerous. You got it all right. From the room, to the person to bump into, to the alley. You could have been a spy laying low, from whichever gang he thought you were from, he thought it would be good to hold you off to send a message to see who would come collect you first. They wouldn’t send someone if they didn’t have something to say. 

At first he did just want to keep you until one of them sent them back another message. It didn’t matter what happened to you, honestly he got bored. He’s a busy man, there was really nothing else to say. 

So imagine his surprise how you came crawling all over him tonight. He knew an assassin would’ve done it before he even knew the door opened, they were to make sure it was quick. The attack would have had to been fatal, whether they succeed in one shot or have them die as they’re leaving. And how quick they leave is how desperately they want to live. 

You, just came in to stare at him and decided you wanted something else. And it didn’t seem like revenge. That was a first, especially for him. Right now he was allowing it, letting you go. There was no way you could harm him, he concluded. 

Looking down at you squirm and pout, upset on how close you were to getting what you’ve been aching from and for. He won’t drop his guard, but he sure as hell was silver platter served. Really how badly did you want it?

He connects your wrists at the top of your head with one hand, the other has its index finger and thumb at the base, controlling himself with those two fingers. He raises his erection and knocked it against your clit, the strikes sent waves of pleasure from your core to the top of your head and palm of your feet, having you whimper out. 

Your aching hole needed him, it was taking him so long. Seriously you wish he’d kill you now because this so actually torture. The only thing you could do was start to cry, tears leaving their corners and running into your hair. You were more than frustrated. Angry, horny, needy, powerless, you wanted it so bad you were losing control, it didn’t matter, no one else could judge you, and who would be worse than Sukuna?

“You came in here, climb all over me, just to cry now? You’re so pathetic.” 

“Please,” You whine. “I want you to put it in.”

His face changed, from laughing at you beg, to sharpening his focus. Even after all this, getting caught, threatened, insulted, you’ve started to beg for it. He takes his legs up from pinning yours, putting them to your sides as he aligns himself to your front hole. “Say it again.”

“Please Sukuna, put it in-“ He lowers his hips and dives deep into you. He watches as your head writhes. Instantly youre spread apart, the sudden plunge casted a warm blush across your face and electricity towards the tips of your fingers. “Oooh,” 

“Fuuuuuck.” He finished for you. He continues to grind deeply into you, quickly using his now free hand to gag you from waking everyone up. Good thing too as you were messy, fucked silly couldn’t cover it. You gave up control a long time ago. He wouldn’t kill you, not right now anyway, you especially wouldn’t let him without trying to get one last nut. It was diabolical how down bad he had you. It was more of your unhealed trauma and he just happened to be the best person to help you out, willing or not.

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You lay there as the base of your back ached. Every part of your body was bruised again, you could only imagine to move again as you tried catching your breath. You had lost count on just how many times he’s forced an orgasm out of you, mind numbingly rich euphoria every time. Nothing else mattered, you were more than thrilled the first 2 times but started to wonder if he ever got tired. 

It wasn’t until after your fifth orgasm that he managed to get his first one in. You were honestly almost regretting climbing into his room but his second had him pinning you on your back as he lay on your lower torso and legs. You couldn’t feel anything but your pulsating cervix, half feeling good from the pain and lingering pleasure, the other half making you know that this was a mistake and the nausea was on you. 

Raising your free arm, you weakly start to pat his head. It was over, you insatiable perverted needs were fulfilled, so what were you going to do now? It’s not like you’re in love with the guy, you don’t even know if you’ll get to wake up tomorrow with this stunt. “It was worth it.” You thought. Running your fingers thorough his hair, and tracing his back, you fall asleep holding him, accepting that this is it.

[ethanlandryluver]

loving him was red

‘did you know i loved you?’

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader freeman

summary: You moved to new york with the core four after the murder party in woodsboro, where you discovered your sister was a psycho murderer. after the reveal of the new ghostfaces , you knew deep down that ethan couldn’t walk out of that theatre alive - and you dreaded that you could be the one to kill him. (this takes place right after ethan stabs kirby)

warnings: depictions of death, blood & gore, angst, sad, kissing

authors note: i’m so scared to post this because i’m not really a writer but i’m so bored 😭

do not repost! - reblogs are appreciated

lower case intended ♡

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“ethan!” you gasp, seeing him tumble to the floor after getting hit in the head with a brick by sam. you look at him, winded on the the ground until he slowly picks himself up

“fuck are you gonna do about it bitch?” ethan taunts, holding his head childishly with a pained expression. sam aggressively charges to ethan, holding the dagger above her head.

“y/n! y/n, we have to run right now!” tara screams, tightly grabbing your wrist.

you watch as sam repeatedly stabs ethan’s left side before you turn to follow tara.

tara drags you to the backstage of the theatre, stumbling over the stairs leading up behind the curtain.

you both hide behind a large prop box in the corner of the backstage.

“m-my ethan..” you hug your knees and start rocking back and forth.

“ethan.. ethan.. ethan..” you repeat over and over again as his unmasking plays in your head in an endless loop. betrayal and sorrow swirl your mind, making it feel like the world stopped spinning

“y/n?” tara grabs your shoulder and begins to shake you, breaking your train of thought

you look up into tara’s eyes with tears streaming down your from your eyes. you can feel your mascara disintegrating but you wipe your cheeks anyways.

“i cant do this anymore tara! i miss wes, and i miss liv a-and anika! i miss amber..” you sob, remembering the sight of your dead sister.

tara stares down at the floor for a moment and you notice her eyes begin to water before she gazes back at you again.

“we’re going to get out of this,” she promises, squeezing your hand tightly.

“what if ethan doesn’t?” you whisper.

you both sit there in silence for a moment, before you hear heavy footsteps walking up to the backstage.

“shit.” you say as you get up on your feet quickly, pulling up tara as you do.

“heyyy,” quinn calls as she appears out from a curtain, her toothless grin sending a chill up your spine.

“oh shit! run!” tara shouts. she starts sprinting quickly, running down the stairs as you follow her back to the main part of the theatre.

ethan pops out from behind a case of ‘stab’ artifacts, sending you to run in the opposite direction. he shoots a quick look at quinn, tailing tara, shortly before chasing you.

“where do you think your going?” he calls. you race down into a hallway, turning into the first door on your left.

“fuck! it’s a fucking supply closet!” you cry, closing the door behind you and laying a broomstick over the handle, like in the movies.

you wipe the sweat off your forehead, exhausted from running as you hear pounding on the door.

“open the fucking door y/n!” ethan shouts from the other side

“shit, shit, shit,” you mumble under your breath, scampering over the supply racks next to you for anything applicable of being a weapon. you find a wrench when the door breaks down.

ethan stands in the doorway, panting heavily. he stares at you with an ominous look. you step backwards when he starts stepping towards you.

you back into a corner and start hyperventilating. he looms over you, resting the tip of his knife on the bottom of your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

you purse your quivering lips, failing to desperately hold back your tears. ethan takes his glove off with a concerned face.

“oh no please don’t cry m’baby,” he tucks his knife into his robe and cradles the side of you face, wiping your tears away.

you start sobbing, collapsing into his arms and leaning against his chest.

“why? how could you do this to me?” you utter. ethan kisses the top of your forehead without words.

“when richie died-“ he starts before getting cut off

“that’s it?” you cry, looking up at him confused

“no y/n you don’t understand-“ he explains.

“understand what? you’re not the only one who lost their sibling, e! i didn’t start a fucking killing spree, did i?” you say, pushing him away.

“i did it for my dad! he was only ever proud of richie, and i wanted him to be proud of me too,” he shouts.

you gaze softens with understanding. he looks down at the floor and then back at you with pain in his eyes

“i never meant to hurt you y/n. i’m so, so sorry,” he says, reaching for his knife.

“but i cant let you walk out of here alive.” he whispers as he stabs the side of your waist, retracting the knife quickly

your eyes widen before the edges of your vision begin to fade out.

in a rush of adrenaline you kick him away, throwing your wrench at his head in an attempt to stun him.

you try to knock a supply rack on top of him, but he jumps on you, kicking your feet and knocking you to the ground.

ethan kneels over you when he brings down his knife to your chest, nearly stabbing you. you grab his wrist, pushing it away as hard as you can.

you twist his arm, causing him to drop the knife and grunt out in pain. you pick up the knife and roll out from under him, pushing him to the ground.

you stab his chest repeatedly, five - maybe six times, as he yells out in pain. your eyes well up at the realization in what you’ve done.

“ethan no! i’m sorry! i’m sorry i’m so so sorry!” you wail. you drop the knife, pushing it to the other side of the room.

ethan leans against the wall as he starts to cough up blood. you pull him closer you, laying him in your lap and cradling him in your arms.

“i’m so sorry my love” you repeat, your tear flow becoming heavier.

“i love you,” you whisper, pushing his damp curls away from his face, bringing your forehead to his.

he weakly grabs your hand, interlocking it with his as he faintly smiles.

“i know.”

[the-floral-perspective]

Party talk | Creepypasta Imagine

The creepypasta girls getting ready for the introduction ceremony! Watch how they greet their new friend as they get ready to join the family! :3 :3

(The ceremony is introducing one of my OC’s)

“Jane,” the faceless man summoned.

“Yes boss?” She bowed lightly, staring at Slender blankly.

“Alert the family of the introduction ceremony. It’ll be held in 4 hours. Tell the men to meet me in the kitchen, the rest of you get ready,” Slender replied, gently picking the petals off a rose.

Jane smiled, “yes sir!”

“Guys! The ceremony is in four hours! We have to get ready! Men meet in the kitchen, the rest of us get ready!” Jane yelled once she left Slender’s office.

People came out of their rooms groggily. It was nearing the holidays, so they liked sleeping in. Regardless, they were somewhat looking forward to the new friend.

The males washed up and headed to the kitchen while the others stayed in their rooms washing up in their personal bathrooms.

Jane sat in her room wearing a black fluffy robe and a towel on her head as she stared at her face in the vanity mirror. One hour already knocked down.

All them left their doors open as they were comfortable.

“Hey Jane, should I wear these pants with this green top or this red top?” Clockwork leaned against the door, holding up her clothes.

“Hmm,” Jane took her hair towel down, turning around and squinting.

“The green shirt would go better with the pants if you want to show off your stomach, the red shirt would probably go better with a dark skirt. It depends on the vibe you’re going for,” Jane advised.

“I don’t know what vibe to go for, that’s the issue,” Clockwork groaned, sitting on Jane’s bed and sprawling out.

“Well I’m going for a more elegant look, like I think I’m gonna wear that long black skirt of mine and a maroon long sleeve. Do you think that’ll look good on me?”

“Yes! You should show me it once you get changed, i think I’m gonna go with the green shirt for mine,” Clockwork tapped her chin.

“Have fun with that Clocky,” Jane muttered as she put on a topical face cream for her burn marks. Clockwork left the room.

Jane quickly did her makeup, a black eye look in the shape of a bat wing and black lipstick. She was already pale and she didn’t like putting foundation on her face, so her skin was mostly bare.

Afterwards she quickly got into her outfit, an ankle length pleated black skirt with a maroon colored long sleeve shirt that had a square neckline. Feeling nervous as she looked in the mirror, she went to Ann’s room for her opinion, then Nina’s room, then Zero’s room, only stopping when she ran into Angel walking back from Clockworks room.

“What’re you doing?” Jane asked frowning.

“You look cute! I was asking for opinions on this outfit. What’d you think?” Judge Angels posed sillily.

She wore a white tshirt with black stains and the neckline cut so it’d fall off her shoulder paired with black tripp pants. Her short hair messy except for the front, where her bangs lay clean. Aside from that, she had a messy black eye look and tinted chapstick.

“I think it’s cute! What shoes are you going to wear with it?”

“Probably my converse, what shoes are you gonna wear?” Judge Angels snorted.

“Those black boot heels I wear often, I think they’d go cute with this,” Jane played with her skirt.

“I think that’ll be adorable! I’m gonna head to Slenders room, that’s where the rest are meeting to get ready. We’re tired of walking up and down the hall to get ready, get your makeup and hair stuff and follow me!” Judge invited.

Jane scurried to get her items. Hairspray, hairbrush, perfume, deodorant… etc etc.

Meeting everyone in Slenders room, a common occurrence, they all muttered small greetings as they got ready.

Jane sat next to Nina and Jill on the floor, holding up a mirror on the ground.

“Don’t mind me, if I accidentally spray you with hairspray, yell at me.” Jane joked, Jill giggled and nudged her arm while Nina remained still as she was applying mascara and she didn’t want to get it anywhere.

Rouge came out of the bathroom wearing a green flannel and black ripped jeans, “is this a cute fit or is it giving country girl Pinterest 2016?”

Kate looked up from across the room and thought for a second, “it’s like… emo tumblr sweater weather 2014.” Numerous hums of agreement filtered through the room.

“I give up! I don’t know what to wear!” Rouge groaned.

“Who said there’s something wrong with emo tumblr 2014?” Nina exclaimed, done with her mascara.

“It’s just not my vibe,” Rouge complained, running a hand down her face.

“How about you wear a black turtleneck dress! Like that one you got when we last when thrifting?” Kate recommended, Zero humming in agreement.

Rouge thought for a second, “oh! And I can put my hair up in a bun and put in my Pearl earrings! Give it like a Audrey Hepburn vibe, you know?”

“That’s gonna be so cute on you! Go try it on and show us when you’re done!” Jill replied back, equally excited.

“Who do you guys think the new pasta is?” Jane asked the room.

“Well, Slender told me it’s a girl, but someone refuses to answer our questions,” Kate replied, staring Sally dead in the face.

“You guys know I can’t tell you, it goes against protocol!” Sally defended herself as the others deadpanned at her.

“You made that protocol, Sally,” Zero pointed out.

“Yeah… well it ruins the surprise! Besides, she’s really cool, I think you guys will like her!”

“If you say so…” Jill and Nina muttered unanimously from besides each other.

“Y’all… I am hot!” Rouge started, creeping up from the doorway and revealing herself.

“Dude you look so good!”

“Cutie!”

“That goes so well with your aesthetic!”

Rouge jokingly flipped her hair, earning laughs from the group. The majority of the girls were done with their hair and makeup by the time Rouge sat back down at her spot. It was time for outfit changes, which brought another horde of chaos to Slender’s bedroom.

Though slowly but surely, everyone was able to pick out their outfits. By the 3rd hour and 50th minute, everyone was done and looking glamorous.

As the time came to be, everyone waited in the lobby of the mansion for the new pasta to enter with Slender.

A cake sat at the snack table at the end of the room. The lobby decorated in black gothic vines and black glitter. Roses and various red flowers decorated the white tables and the dance floor. Everyone waiting in front of the door excitedly.

“Shhh I can hear them coming!” BEN whispered loudly, slowly everyone became more quiet as loud footsteps echoed through up to the door.

Jane stood in the front of the group, awaiting the new pasta excitedly. Sally next to her at her left.

Slowly the door opened and the group fell entirely silent. Studying their character.

The girl stood awkwardly and waved hesitantly. She had curly black hair and green eyes, standing at an average height and a nicely curved body. She was pale and had multiple freckles on her nose. Her hair only just longer than her shoulders.

Her style seemed rich or luxurious as she wore a black miniskirt, black thigh highs and black boots with a cropped tshirt and a cropped fluffy black hoodie. She had a black surgical mask on aswell.

She was really pretty.

Jane’s eyes sparkled in happiness at the character, as did others.

“As you’ve all heard, we welcome a new one as us. Remember from thus forward, she will be your teammate and friend. Be polite and open minded as Miss. Sally and I have taught you to be,” Slender’s staticky voice echoed through the room. Echoing with warning.

“Introduce yourself, Miss. Bernard.”

The character smiled nervously, “um, call me Casanova. My actual name is Darcy, but I’d prefer not to be called that. Uh, my favorite color is blue and um… I hope we get to know each other better!”

“Oh we will!” Sally muttered, grabbing the new one into the mansion as the party finally dispersed.

Later this week would be the actual ceremony, but this is only the introduction.

[sallownights]

Hi - I absolutely love the Taylor Swift and Hogwarts Legacy crossover you have going on here, it’s right up my alley!

Anyways, I had this idea for a fic based around “The Way I Loved You”; reader and Sebastian aren’t together anymore but she’s missing his antics.

Double points if Ominis is the ‘sensible and endearing’ one 🩷

the way i loved you

word count: 2.7k

CW: angst, fighting, fluff, mentions of sex

A/N: i don’t know where the fuck i ended up going with this. i feel like i blacked out while writing. this song, SLAPS

pairings: sebastian x f!reader, ominis x f!reader, sebastian x f!reader x ominis

The silence of the Undercroft. No spells. No fire. Nothing. Y/N brings her robes closer to her, trying to trap her warmth against her.

She came down here when she missed him. It didn’t matter if they broke up. It didn’t matter if she had a new boyfriend. She missed him.

It’s not like Ominis isn’t kind to her. If anything he was better for him. He’s sensible, kind, and endearing. There were so many words to describe him. Just thinking about him brought a smile to her lips.

It always comes back to Sebastian though. Sure, they had their fights. Often. They were, by no means, not a toxic couple. He would be jealous whenever Y/N decided to help Garreth with something. When she and Amit would work on Astronomy projects together. When she would stay out late with Poppy.

“I’m not having this conversation. Not again.” Y/N rushes past him, walking towards the castle. She had just returned from a trip with Poppy.

“Of course, you don’t want to talk about this.” Sebastian rolls his eyes. Y/N’s hands ball up into fists.

“Oh come off it Sebastian! I’m not fucking cheating on you. I can have friends.” He scoffs.

“You only spend time with them. I feel like I never see you.” He says. Clouds rush by in the sky, the night was dark. Darker than normal. The moon wasn’t visible. Thunder rolled throughout the clouds as it started to rain.

“I was with you all day yesterday! All day. Does that mean nothing to you?” The rain came down hard. Both of their robes quickly getting soaked.

“That’s not what I’m saying. I just miss you!” Sebastian throws his arms out, exasperated.

“You have a funny way of saying that!” They stand far enough away for there to be awkward tension. They’re both breathing, hard. His eyes stare into hers as best he can, the water pouring into them, making him blink.

They rush over to each other, smashing their lips against each other. Their hands were roaming around the other's body, not knowing where they were exactly. It was just important that their hands were on the other.

The kiss deepens, Sebastian, dipping Y/N, holding her tight. He picks her back up as they pull apart, their foreheads touching.

“This is a stupid fight,” Sebastian, holds her arms and pushes her nose with his.

“I’m sorry,”

“I just need you to trust me, Seb,” He nods, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, and starting to walk her back to the castle.

“We’re gonna get insanely sick,” Y/N giggles.

“I know.”

Y/N smiles at the memory. She remembers them shivering walking back to the common room. He held her close though. She misses it. Misses him.

They never stopped having that fight though. When they decided to break up, it was a bit of a shock to some people. Ominis wasn’t surprised. He knew they were having trouble. Knew that they were constantly bickering.

Sebastian and Y/N’s love was like a hurricane. Mostly stormy with a moment of peace every now and then.

She missed when he would do random things for her. Or surprise her by taking her into the Forbidden Forest for little picnics. It always seemed as if he would do anything for her.

“How much farther?” Y/N walks with one hand stretched, in case she runs into something while the other hand grips Sebastian’s for dear life.

“Darling, you’ve asked me this four times already,” he chuckles. Y/N huffs.

“Well, we’d be there already if you didn’t put a stupid blindfold on me.”

“That ruins the fun of a surprise,” Sebastian takes both her hands, beginning to walk backward. He stops suddenly, causing Y/N to stumble a bit but he keeps her upright. He gets behind her, taking the blindfold off, wrapping his hands around her waist.

When Y/N opens her eyes, she blinks a few times, getting used to the light again. When her eyes focused she sees a hidden waterfall nestled among the trees. The water cascades down a series of rocky ledges, creating a symphony of gentle splashing and bubbling.

But what catches her eye is the water itself. It is so crystal clear that she can see straight through to the bottom. And as the sunlight filters through the thick canopy of trees above, the water seems to glow with an ethereal light, creating an otherworldly ambiance.

The pool at the base of the waterfall is surrounded by smooth, moss-covered rocks, and the water is so invitingly clear that she can't resist dipping her hand in. It's refreshingly cold and seems to rejuvenate her soul with every touch.

As she gazes up at the waterfall, she notices that the rocks around it are covered in lush greenery and wildflowers, and she can hear the sweet chirping of birds and the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. It feels like a hidden paradise, untouched by the modern world.

She takes a deep breath and lets the beauty of the place wash over her, feeling grateful for the chance to experience such a magical moment in nature.

“Sebastian, how did you find this place?” Her voice quiet, she turns around to look at him.

“I found it earlier this week, I wanted to show you it. Do you like it?” Y/N nods, hugging Sebastian tightly before giving him a quick kiss.

“It’s beautiful,” She turns around again, watching the water cascade down. She takes a deep breath, breathing in the fresh air. Sebastian’s cologne gets mixed into the air when he steps behind her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck.

“Seb,” She says, placing her arms on his.

“Yes, my darling?” He asks before he nips at her neck.

“Did you take me here to fuck me?” She turns around, his eyes dark.

“Maybe,” He smirks before crashing his lips against hers.

Y/N smiles again, it really was a magical day. The waterfall was kind of a perfect place for them, she would still go there sometime, once she had figured out how to get there. It was a place she would go after they fight. More so when she was in the wrong and she didn’t know how to apologize. He would sometimes find her there, just sitting on a moss-covered rock, her eyes unfocused as she thought.

He would sit with her until she was ready to talk. He could be furious with her and just sit with her. Towards the end of the relationship though, he stopped looking for her after fights. The energy to keep going was dwindling quickly.

Now, things were awkward. Sort of. It felt awkward. Ominis was there for both of them after the breakup. Y/N would spend nights crying in his arms in the common room. They started hanging out more and more after. Sebastian would join sometimes. They ignored each other for a while, just speaking to Ominis. After a few projects in Transfiguration, they started speaking again. It was still tense between them but not nearly as much. They respected their old relationship without talking about it.

Y/N wondered if he missed her too. If he spent nights thinking about her. She does feel bad that she started dating his best friend. However, she loved him. Ominis was nothing but kind, he was always so caring. She couldn’t help but miss Sebastian though. He was so fun. He just… couldn’t trust her. She also would go out into the forest for hours at a time without telling anyone. No wonder he didn’t trust her. She promised she would tell him and she never did. But he was jealous of her friends. It was a bad match.

“Love?” Ominis’ voice calls out in the Undercroft.

“Hi,” she calls back, her voice cracking. She brings her hand to her face, realizing tears have been spilling out of her eyes.

“What���s wrong my darling?” Ominis walks over to Y/N, he holds her hands gently. Not wanting to harm her.

“I’m… just sad.” Y/N drops her head, tears falling faster.

“What’s making my dove cry?” He brings a hand to her face, wiping some of her tears away.

“I… I miss Sebastian. I miss how he and I were and that’s so unfair to you. I just… I miss him so much. I know we weren’t good together but it feels like part of me is missing. But you… you fill a different part of me.” She sobs, turning away from Ominis, and cries into her hands.

“Darling,” he places a soft hand on her shoulder. “I know you miss him. It’s okay.”

“No! No, it’s not. I love you so much and I… I shouldn’t be thinking about him.” She sobs into his chest. He runs his hand up and down her back, whispering comforting words into her ear.

“I know, I know, love. You know he still loves you, darling,” He holds her head as she begins to cry harder.

“The problem is I do too!” Ominis shushes her as she sobs, whispering that it’s alright and he knows.

“You know if you want to be with him you can be,” Ominis says calmly.

“I don’t want to leave you though,” Her sobs beginning to subside.

“Darling, you know I have feelings for him as well,” Her head shoots up to look at him. His was was stoic, a slight frown on his face from her crying.

“Y-you do?” True confusion comes across her, she realizes that it makes sense. They had been so close for so long. She’s also almost 99% sure they kissed at a party once.

“Yes, darling,” he chuckles a bit. “Before I loved you, I loved him. I think I still might.” She nods, wrapping her arms around him. They stand there, in silence, Y/N sniffling every now and then.

“So… do we tell him?”

“Would you like to? You would both have to change how you act in a relationship.” Ominis’s voice is calm. It always was. He was good at making her feel so comfortable.

“I think I want to… and I want to be better to him. I put a lot of blame on him but I could've been better too,” Ominis nods and kisses her softly. “So, would we all just… date… each other?” Y/N’s voice is uncertain, she really didn’t know what was happening. Her head was swirling. It was hard to believe that if Sebastian wanted to get back together and wanted to be with Ominis, she could be with her two favorite people.

“Well, let’s go find him. I was just with him in the library, I’m sure he’s still there.” Ominis takes her hand in his and leads her out of the Undercroft. The walk to the library was normally a peaceful and meditative experience. This time, there was an excitement and nervousness as Y/N’s steps fell in with Ominis’. As they make their way through the castle, they could hear the soft sounds of their footsteps echoing in the stone halls, and the occasional rustle of robes as other students pass by.

As they enter Central Hall, Ominis squeezed her hand, entering the library. When you enter the library, it's a quiet atmosphere. Broken only by the occasional rustle of pages or the scratching of quills on parchment.

The space itself is vast, with towering bookshelves stretching up towards the ceiling and long, polished tables scattered throughout the room. Soft lighting illuminates the space, casting a warm glow over the books and creating a sense of tranquility.

They climb the spiraled stairs, stumbling a bit in their haste. When they reach the top, Y/N’s eyes scan for Sebastian, spotting him sitting by himself, writing quickly. She yanks Ominis and they start rushing over to him. Sebastian looks up at the noise, seeing Y/N and Ominis. A few different emotions flash over him. Jealousy at them holding hands. Worry at Y/N’s puffy and red eyes. Confusion by the smiles on their faces.

“Hey, is everything alright?” Sebastian’s voice is quiet, he can’t get kicked out of the library again. He didn’t want to study in the common room. Imelda kept bugging him about Y/N and he couldn’t handle it.

“Yes, can we sit?” Y/N says, clearly excited about something. Sebastian nods. Y/N and Ominis split apart, moving chairs to sit directly next to Sebastian. He looks at both of them, confused. He hadn’t sat this close to Y/N since they’d broken up and Ominis doesn’t sit very close to people unless he likes them.

“What- what’s going on?” Sebastian says, looking between the both of them. Ominis takes one of Sebastian’s hands, Y/N following suit. Sebastian’s heart rate picked up. He could feel it pound against his ribcage.

“Well, Y/N and I had a… talk… about something. We wanted to run it by you.” Sebastian turns and looks at Y/N and she nods.

“O-okay.” Ominis makes a motion for Y/N to talk about what they had discussed earlier.

“Well, I was in the Undercroft earlier… I was thinking about you and how I,” her face heats up, a pink blush dusting her cheeks. “How I miss you.” Sebastian started to blush as well. He had missed her so much. He knew he fucked up. They both did.

“I miss you too, Y/N,” Sebastian looks to Ominis, trying to gauge his reaction, but Ominis is just smiling.

“So, then Ominis and I started talking about you…” Y/N looks to Ominis as he leans down to kiss Sebastian’s hand.

Sebastian’s head was reeling. He was with his best friend since he had arrived at Hogwarts. Ominis showing Sebastian more affection than he ever had. Then, his ex-girlfriend who he was still in love with saying she missed him. He was absolutely certain he had fallen asleep while doing homework. He looked forward at his notes but they were coherent.

“Now, I am aware this may sound… odd…” Y/N continues before Ominis speaks up.

“It’s actually quite common in certain wizarding communities.”

“Oh! Well, I suppose it’s common in some places…” Y/N giggles. “Anyways, we were thinking maybe we… could all be… together? If that’s something you find suitable.” Sebastian’s eyes go wide, confused out of his mind on how this is happening today.

“Like… date both of you?” Ominis and Y/N both nod.

“I’ve liked you for some time, just wasn’t going to tell you. Then, when dove was crying about you, I figured it was time to admit it to someone else.”

“You didn’t have to tell him I was crying, Omi.” Her voice lowers.

“If I can interject, you look like you’ve been crying.” Y/N’s eyes widen and quietly says,

“Oh.”

“It’s alright, you still look beautiful,” Sebastian takes his hand from hers and places it on her face. There was an immediate sense of familiarity. Of home.

“I’m sorry,” He whispers, quietly.

“I’m sorry too,” Sebastian and Y/N look at each other before turning their attention to Ominis.

“Well, I do find this ‘arrangement’ suitable. If you both would have me.” Sebastian squeezes Ominis’ hand. Y/N giggles and kisses Sebastian softly. She had missed this. Missed him. He was hers and she was his again. They were both with Ominis too. Y/N could feel her head spinning, her heart feeling full and fuzzy and the men in front of her. Sebastian pulls away and leans in to kiss Ominis, which he gladly accepts. Y/N leans back, happy that she's with the two people she loves dearly.

“This is not what I had planned today,” Sebastian says when he and Ominis pull apart.

“This is the last thing I expected, but it’s certainly not a bad thing.” Ominis smiles and walks over to Y/N giving her a small kiss on the head, playing with her hair.

“So, anything you want to do?” Sebastian asks the two of them.

“Oh! Oh, we should take Ominis to the waterfall. It’s so peaceful there.” Y/N closes her eyes, imagining the cold water and sound of rushing water.

“Oh, is that the waterfall Sebastian and you used to have se-” Ominis says before Y/N covers his mouth.

“Alright, let’s go!”

[fandomnerd9602]

Wolf Spider pt. 3

Sam Carpenter x Spider-Man!Reader

Telling your amazing girlfriend that another masked serial killer was on the loose in New York was not exactly a walk in the park.

“We’re leaving!!” She grabs her luggage bags as Mindy and Chad try to calm her down.

“Baby I don’t know if leaving New York will help” you try to convince Sam.

“As opposed to staying still?” She nearly thunders back. “Sorry honey. I just can’t let anything happen to Tara”

“What about me?” Chad asks, “I nearly became a knife rack last time!”

“But did you die?“ Mindy responds as Anika joins her side.

Tara huffs, “look I’m gonna go get some supplies and then we’re out of here.”

Sam and Tara head out of the apartment as you head for yours. You quickly find your old spider society wrist watch and make a call to your mentor, Miguel.

“sorry kid,“ Miguel sighs, “ this is a part of your canon event and we cannot interfere.”

“then send me my emergency box” you practically order him.

A small cylinder arrives through a portal two seconds later. Inside you can see the swirling black mass as it beats against the container you promised yourself you never go back to this but desperate times call for desperate measures. The symbiote was your best bet.

You begrudgingly open the container and the black as night alien goo latches onto you. It lurches its way up encasing you completely in a solid black suit with a white spider logo but at its center was a skull.

Why? It hisses.

“The family I love is in danger”

Don’t hold me back.

“I won’t.”

How you wished you had gone with Sam and Tara. Ghostface chased them to the bodega and was shooting up the place with a shotgun.

You swung thru the window and fire a tendril shard at the slasher. It cuts through the only black robe but it wasn’t a direct hit. Ghostface fled as Sam and Tara took to their feet. You look down to see that the fiend left behind their mask.

“Are you okay?” You try to ask the girls as the fury of the symbiote rages inside of you.

Chase the killer down!

You make your way trying to help any potential survivors. There was only Sam and Tara left alive.

Detective Bailey and a few officers arrived shortly. “Wolf” the gruff detective shakes your hand, “nice threads”

“Special suit. Violatile” you explain, what you didn't notice was how your suit was reacting around Bailey. It was as if the symbiote was finding itself drawn to the gruff older man.

Bailey and the police officers took Sam and Tara down to the station. While you weren't allowed into the station, you were able to call in an old friend to act as their lawyer, pro bono. What can you say? Your pal Matt Murdock owed you a favor.

Mindy assembled the Core Four plus Ethan, Anika and Quinn at the campus.

"Okay we're now in the sequel, guys, which means new rules" Mindy explains.

"Please don't try to put it in movie terms right now" you groan.

"Sorry but since you weren't with us first time," Mindy smirks, "you're on the list of suspects."

"Don't do that to Y/N, babe," Anika says before hugging you, "I know you're one of the good ones"

Sam rolls her eyes, "Y/N's mine, Anika, remember?"

You give Sam a kiss on the forehead to ease her false sense of jealousy. "All yours Carpenter" you whisper in her ear.

"How do we know that its even anyone in this circle?" Ethan asks, "with the rise of the internet, anyone can have a grudge without much reason. Also I don't wanna die a virgin"

"Can't help you there, Chambers" you joke, earning a chuckle from Chad.

"What if its someone from the last time?" Quinn asks "like someone who went nuts"

"Possible" you explain, "but it'd be a terrible reveal and tank the franchise"

"So Chad's not off the table?" Tara jokes.

"Only for you, Carpenter" Chad tries to flirt only for you to throw some popcorn at him for his terrible flirting attempt.

You had a little dinner over at the Carpenter sisters' apartment. Sam was practically shaking as she held onto your hand. You tried to venture out, she grabs you.

Why are you still here? The symbiote hissed in your ear. Find them, kill them.

You walk out of the apartment and quickly the symbiote forms over you. Sam sneaks out and puts a hand on your shoulder.

"Please don't leave" Sam begs.

"That killer is out there" you reasoned. "I gotta nab them before they find you"

You swung out on your own personal hunt. You should've stayed. During a swing, your police scanner picked up reports of screaming being heard in your apartment complex. You swung back to the location only to find everyone minus Quinn, trying to cross between buildings on a ladder. You could see Anika had been stabbed and was severely bleeding out.

Ghostface rocked the ladder and Anika fell. You dived after her and caught her at the last second. Mindy screamed after you as you swung off into the night.

You set Anika down on the nearby rooftop, her breathing slowing down. You put your hand over her bleeding stomach, trying to stop it by any means. "You'll be okay" you try to reassure her.

"Take off your mask" Anika weakly says, "I wanna see your face...Y/N"

"Y/N" you try to speak through your forming tears, "w-who's Y/N?"

"I know it's you"

You hesitate but you remove your mask and offer her a weak smile. Anika weakly smiles back, "I knew it. I knew you were one of the good ones"

Her body goes limp and her eyes shut. "Anika? Anika?!"

You swing her down to the hospital. The EMTs shuttle her body off to away from you as you try to keep up with her.

"It's alright, Wolf" one of the EMTs tries to reassure you, "you did your part."

You could only look on in horror as Anika is hauled off, unsure if you were too late to save her. "Get her to the OR stat" one doctor yelled out as the doors shut on you.

You understood that no one was safe. This Ghostface wasn't playing by the rules. This franchise has changed.

To Be Continued...

Tags: @deafeningsharkslimeempath @ma1egamer @sonicqaulan @jacelion @jadenyukiyusakufujikiyutoduelist

[shallowseeker]

Becky Rosen-Baron, MIA.

Becky's "death" + Dean's side of the fireplace mantel

Becky loses her husband, then her "junior" and daughter...and then she herself dies. Just like Dean.

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The two sides of the mantel:

Ahh, the mantel, nestled as the hearth of home. Hearths are associated with home and family because the hearth was historically the main source of heat in the home, as well as where the cooking was done.

The left side is Chuck's side, black chess pieces. Sam is driving the car with TFW safely confined to the roadhouse at the end. The monster hand is pointed away from Sam.

The right is Becky's side: white pieces, glass half-fall.

It's also Dean's side, with Dean driving the car and heading towards Cas and "mini Cas," plus a family portrait showing what Cas and "mini Cas" are to Dean. The monster's hand is reaching for Dean's side, as Dean-action-hero figure frantically fights against it.

Awww. the cute little family picture with Rod Baron, Rod Jr, their daughter, and Becky Rosen, which also foreshadows the order of the losses (hub dies first in the form of Cas and finale-dad).

This is right next to...Dean in a car, Cas, and a "mini Cas." (Becky doesn't know about Jack.)

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Other suspicious details: Dean prime is in the car driving towards Cas in front of a reddish Hellscape.

Alternatively, the photo behind Cas bears some resemblance to a blossom, like the Leviathan blossom he was searching for, crazed, as he rushed through the lands of Purgatory on the verge of losing Cas. They even look like they could be two blossoms straining towards one another. Who knows? It could be a famous fanart I'm just not familiar with.

Anyhoo, both Cas and "junior/little" Cas are turned away from Dean.

This is a nod to Dean...without? Bereft. A la The Winchesters companion series. Here's Dean's ending. Limbo. Wandering. Searching for a happy family he doesn't have.

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If the more-discussed left side was Sam's ending, then the less-discussed right side is Dean in The Winchesters. It's the head side versus the heart side.

And the heart ending, which we sort of get from The Winchesters is a wandering, driving Dean, looking for this nebulous happiness he can't seem to find without Cas and..."mini Cas/Cas junior" Jack.

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Becky was "doing great"

But Becky's life is so cute, y'all. That hub is adorbs.

ROD: "We'll be fine, babe...it's just Lake Michigan. Hardly any chop!"

Famous last words, Rod. You don't know that it's you who is going to mishandle that "Michigan chop."

Becky/Rod - But OMG can we just take a minute? They LIKE each other. They tease each other. They know the motion sickness comes from him, probably. And he knows she's gonna be nerding out during her relaxing weekend (that's part of the point of getting away--to let her have that time).

AAaaaaaahhhhhHHHHhhhhh.

Rod knows about Becky's writing and her superfan status (hard to miss in her office hehe) and loves her for it. And it's just so damn cute.

BECKY: Four hours in a boat? Rod, Junior gets seasick in the tub. ROD: Where would I be without you? BECKY: Covered in puke. [BECKY taps on the window.] Have fun, sweeties! JUNIOR: Thanks, Mom, we will. [ROD and BECKY kiss.] ROD: (fondly)Wow. Felt that. You can’t wait to have the house to yourself. BECKY: (flirtatiously) Oh, you have no idea.

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Along comes Chuck, the metaphorical stop sign to Becky's life; her "off-screen murderer"

Chuck sees her big house and her van and her fam and notes sees that she's doing "great" for herself. She doesn't know it yet but he is the end of her life--he even appears in front of a stop sign!

BONUS: Becky's wearing the gray duster/caretaker warrior/hearth of house/"dead guy robe!"

Instinctively, she runs. See, even with their baggage, Becky's already got a bad feeling, "Well I don't need or want to see you."

So naturally, he worms his way in.

CHUCK: I’m sorry, I… I know we’re not together anymore, and it seems like you’re doing great. I just – I… I wanted to talk. Catch up. It’s been a rough couple of weeks. BECKY: That’s not my problem. [She turns to walk into the house.] CHUCK: Wait, Becky, please. I don’t have anywhere else to go.

So then, after denigrating her POV:

BECKY: I’m a writer, too, Chuck. CHUCK: Oh. I mean, fanfic… it’s not really the same thing… BECKY: Writing’s writing. The self-sabotage, the doubts, the struggle against time. So, whenever I have a spare minute, I write.

He steals.

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He will wind up taking everything

First, he steals her rosy little laptop with her cute little rose decal-skin and the rose keyboard cover and he even puts on HER GLASSES:

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Then, clever girl that she is, she fakes liking it to try to get him to leave! The LYING motif. "It's so good! I loved it....it's so good I'd love to get back to my own work."

CHUCK: "No...no no. You're shining me on. ...Come on, one note."

Then Becky makes her fatal misstep

She gives concrit, which is what Chuck said he wanted but not what he actually wanted. Just look at this face. Becky's starting to feel that...wrongness.

Something's off.

It's the same subtle change--that same whiplash we saw when he cruelly turned on Metatron in the diner.

After he writes his hopeless ending on her computer, and she lets her criticism rip. He sadistically enjoys her discomfort. He's sticking it to her, with her love of laundry and conversations and banter, which will appear in the terrible finale. Then, he says this:

[BECKY walks but turns to CHUCK.] BECKY: You have to leave. CHUCK: Nah, I kinda like it here.

He took a crap on her computer, wore her glasses, sat in her seat...now he's taking her office. Her house.

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Chuck takes all

[ROD enters the living room.] ROD: Babe, you wouldn’t believe what happened.

JJLKgj! Aw, Rod. He cannot wait to tell her that he's the one that wound up puking. KJALGJAGH get you a man like that!

Then he kills Rod right in front of her.

[BECKY looks at CHUCK.] BECKY: Please. ROD: Junior was fine, but I puked everywhere. [ROD walks in and sees CHUCK. He looks at BECKY, confused.] ROD: Babe? CHUCK: Hey. [CHUCK snaps his fingers. ROD disappears in a puff of dust.] BECKY: (screams) Rod?! What happened? Where is he? CHUCK: He’s gone. BECKY: What?!

Her children enter next; we can only hear them off-screen. Rod Jr. can't wait to tell her about the puke incident either. They just know she'll love it.

Chuck will take Rod right in front of Becky's eyes, but her children will die off-screen. "Away."

[ROD JR. enters.] ROD JR.: Hey, mom! We’re back! Dad got sick! He threw up all over the side – [CHUCK snaps his fingers again. The kids disappear.] BECKY: (gasping for air, on a whisper) No! (shudders) The kids. CHUCK: Oh, don’t worry. They’re not dead. They’re just away. [BECKY turns back to CHUCK.] CHUCK: Oh, yeah. I’m God. [BECKY looks horrified.] BECKY: What are you… No. You bring them back. You bring them back! [CHUCK smiles.] BECKY: Please…you can’t do this.

It echoes both Dean pleading with God in 13x01, "Now, you're gonna bring them back," and his 15x18 "Don't do this, Cas." Yeup. Becky is now bereft. Without. Rod's gone, like Cas will soon be gone.

CHUCK: Oh, Becky. I can do anything. [CHUCK steps closer to BECKY. He snaps his fingers. She disappears in a puff of dust.]

Becky faces him defiantly but quickly unravels into grief. "You bring them back...please."

And then he kills Becky.

And here we have these "withouts" culminating. The fun motifs about having the house to yourself end with a cheeky disappearance of the things Becky loves the most. It's cruel. She'd been trying to help Chuck, and he did not show the slightest glimmer of gratitude once her "fluffing" ceased.

And then she herself is gone.

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It makes you think of this too from 15x18:

DEAN: "She's gonna kill you. And then she's gonna kill me."

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Girls named Becky take things and break things?

In 13x01, the angel Miram ranted and raved about the specter-like example of a "super bitch named Becky."

This Becky would "take things and break things."

But the funny thing is...here? As Chuck settles into her office and takes her house…

He's the one taking and breaking. He stole everything from her the same way he tried to wrap himself up in Dean's gray MoL robe.

Just 'cause he can.

[badpancakelol]

“Have a nice day!”

Eddie doesn’t hope he has a nice day. The guy was a dick and tried to short him on credits, despite being so obviously well off. Like, c’mon, man. Not even trying to hide the Nabooian silk robes? Or the Coruscanti accent? Offhandedly mentioning that his girlfriend was a senator? Just because he works in the middle of a shit ship-port on Tatooine doesn’t mean he’s thick. He wipes the grease off his hands onto the already-dirty rag, but there’s no use in using precious water on a midday clean. Instead, Eddie dabs the sweat from his brow, and contemplates buzzing his hair short again.

Nabooian. Silk. Thousand threaded, cool-to-the-touch, Eddie’s-favourite-colour, Nabooian silk. The guy had to be taunting him. Had to be. In this heat? In Eddie’s port? With his favourite colour?

(Does it matter that it wasn’t his favourite colour until a certain someone had shown him in-colour holos of the fields? No. No it does not).

And then he had some wannabe bounty hunter from his block try and threaten him to fix his ship, which? Hello? Does Mr Blonde Mullet really think that threatening Eddie is gonna make him want to fix his shit faster? I’ll break your hand if you so much as put a scratch on her. It’s not like he can even do anything to hurt Eddie. A broken hand slows down the work, as does a fractured leg, or a black eye, or a concussion, or a blaster burn, or a vibro-wound, or a—

Ah. You get the point. All bark and no bite, and, dank farrik did he have a stupid amount of bark. Enough bark to fill the entire four hours it took to fix his hunk of junk. 

So, really, you can’t blame him for the mood that he’s been in all day (or, you could try, but if your engine takes a little bit longer to retune, or your fuel is a little more expensive than normal, well. Have fun trying to trek your way into the shitshow of the other side of town), when he turns to find the stupidly shiny Naboo royal starship spluttering its way in. Because, seriously? What the hell has he done to the people of Naboo to deserve this?

Eddie thumps his head against the makeshift table, shouts before the ramp has even extended to let whoever-the-fuck out of the rich ship, “We’re closed!”

The sharp click of heeled boots grate on Eddie’s brain, and is only dulled when he watches the way they sink slightly into the ground through his curtain of hair. 

“I don’t need any work done.” Rich Naboo Man says, and— 

He knows that voice.

“I just need a place to park for a little while — I’m visiting a friend around here, actually.”

Eddie lifts his head, peeks up at the person in front of him. The person who is very much Naboo royalty, who is wearing those stupid bright red robes, and the stupid headpiece that he said was too heavy and impractical, with makeup that he said highlighted his broken nose too much, is shuffling out of the starship. His head is held high, and there’s a crease in his brow that’s been the same since they were stupid foundlings with Eddie reading out the aurebesh on the flimsi that their teachers handed them.

No. Fucking. Way. 

“Steve?” 

“Eddie?” His head moves so fast that the jewels dangling from the headpiece almost whip him in the face. And then Steve is shuffling forwards, back straight and face smoothed to a soothing smile, before he’s already apologising. “I’m sorry that I didn’t make it on time. There were duties that I had to attend to, and they ran longer than—”

He bolts from his seat, taking long strides in his ratty grey jumpsuit before he’s caught Steve around the middle twirling them around, because he’s waiting fifty-seven rotations for this. Fifty-seven. If Steve says one more damned apology Eddie is quite literally going to explode. The laugh that Steve lets out is so hearty and so full — warmer than both of Tattoooine’s suns — and, Force, if Eddie has to go another almost-two-months without seeing him, he is quite literally going to overthrow Naboo.

“Hey! It’s okay, Hop. You can put the blaster down.” Steve places his hands onto Eddie’s shoulders and— did he hear that right?

“King Harrington—”

“—Please, Hop, not while I’m off-duty—”

“Steve, the guy ran at you and hauled you up.”

Steve turns around, and Eddie feels like, then. His royal robes create a silhouette of patience and strength, and tower over Eddie, if you count in the headpiece. There is a part of Eddie that whispers how he should very much be letting go of Steve, because his guard still has his blaster aimed at the only bits of him that stick out from behind Steve’s ornate dress. But it’s been so long, and there’s a larger part of his soul that says that he never wants to let go.

“Hopper,” Steve says, and Eddie can just feel the commanding tone of voice bleed through his usual casualness. “This is who I was meeting.”

Eddie lifts his head over Steve’s shoulder, and ignores the small huff he gets in return for the grease he undoubtedly just smeared across Steve’s very expensive, thousand thread Nabooian silk robes. Maybe it’ll finally give him a reason to change out of them. Hopper lowers his blaster, shoves it into the holster with too much and too little force without-a-capital-F all at once. If Eddie was a lesser man he would have snorted. Or, if Eddie was a lesser man he would have let the guard hear his snort.

“This is the guy you’re courting?” “Force, you make us sound old.” Eddie sighs at the same time Steve full-heartedly responds “Yes.”

The guard — Hopper — just pinches his brow and adjusts the hat on his head. “Well, I can’t say anything for your taste in men, but at least he has a respectable job. And he gets paid.”

“Stevie’s still dealing with the Naboo’s Royal Pocket Money?”

“Don’t remind me.” Steve says, moving a swift motion so that he holds Eddie’s hand underneath one of the long red sleeves of his gown.

When Eddie turns to look at Steve, he’s already turned. There’s a mellowed out look on his face that Eddie reads as is your work finished? Let’s clean up and lie around and do nothing but be near each other. And who is Eddie to deny such a request?

“Well,” Eddie says, in all the hospitality that a man from Tatooine can muster, “We best not keep you any longer.”

Hop hums in the way that Wayne used to when he knew that Eddie was just trying to weasel his way out of things. Maybe it was just one of those sixth senses that fathers-who-aren’t-biologically-fathers gain when their children start dating. Or maybe Eddie’s just obvious.

“I can give you a rundown of your ship in the morning. I think you’ve dislodged something in your engine — I could hear it rattling before you even landed.”

Steve tugs on Eddie’s arm, lip quirked up at the corners, and crows feet showing through ornate red and white makeup. “Eds, there’s nothing wrong—”

“Stevie, I love you, but you’re terrible at lying.”

[nycolewrites]

here’s an exerpt from my day 2 @zukkaweek fic which will cover both the turtleduck pond and second chances themes

Three days after the fall of Ozai, Sokka finds him by the old turtleduck pond. The air is eerily quiet, the water almost unnervingly still. Zuko isn’t focused on anything in particular, simply staring ahead of him as the leaves hang unmoving on their branches and the sun sits precariously on the horizon. This is the first break he’s had since the imprisonment of his father and sister, too busy being hauled from one meeting to the next about what to do next and ‘What color of robes do you want for your coronation, my lord?’ As if he’d be able to wear anything but red and gold.

“I can hear you thinking from across the castle. You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep that up for too long.” The new voice startles him out of his daze, and he turns a half-hearted glare at the intruder. Sokka simply looks at him, an eyebrow raised in amusement as something else settles in his eyes. “Everyone’s looking for you, y’know. It’s rude to make people who care about you worry.”

 “None of those people care about me. They were ready to help my father take over the world four days ago. My well-being isn’t really a priority of theirs, despite the facades they’re putting on for the Avatar and his friends.” Zuko turns back to the pond. A mother and her ducklings have come out from their nest to drink from it, one of the smaller ones struggling to stay upright. The sight makes him miss his mother dearly, and not for the first time he wishes she was here with him now. He hopes that he’s making her proud.

“Your friends.” Sokka’s voice is much closer than it was before, and when Zuko turns his head he finds that the other boy has made himself comfortable in the grass beside him. He’s looking at Zuko almost pityingly, but something inside him tells him that’s not the right word. Zuko stares at him, tilting his head in confusion. “We’re your friends, too, Zuko. Not just Aang’s.”

Zuko blinks, unsure of how to respond. “Um.” That probably isn’t it.

“We may have started out on different sides of the war, but what matters is where we are now. You turned against everything you ever knew because you were able to recognize the wrongs in what your family did. You taught Aang firebending, helped Katara get her closure—though I’m still not happy with your methods—and…you helped me rescue my father. You’re just as much our friend—our family as Aang is.” Sokka pauses for a moment, a soft smile overtaking his features. There’s a dimple that forms in his left cheek. Zuko wants to reach out and smooth it out with his thumb.

He blinks, mentally shaking the thought from his head. In two days he’ll be crowned his nation’s ruler. He doesn’t have time for wandering thoughts or what-ifs. Distantly, he realizes he’s been quiet too long, but when he pulls his gaze from Sokka’s lips, he finds that Sokka is looking at him just as intently. Sokka doesn’t wait for him to reply as he turns to watch the turtleduck mother try to teach her ducklings to swim. Zuko follows his gaze, not sure about the feeling that’s forming in his stomach.

“You’re worth more than the crown they want to shove on your head, Zuko. Don’t let them take from you who you truly are.”

[headcanonsandhijinx]

The Chain As Incorrect Quotes And Silly Drabbles

Is this just mainly Starkid/Trail To Oregon quotes to try and get me past my writers block? Yes.

Incorrect Quotes

***

Before the chain had Wild to cook for them.

Warriors: “I can’t control when the stuff breaks. They’re just tiny little acts of Hylia.”

Time, done with everything: “Oh, my good friend Hylia is at it again, is she?” He walks over to Warriors and bends slightly so they’re at eye level. “Well, if *Hylia* keeps goofing off like this, I’m going to murder Hylia and chop her up into tiny little pieces. And I’m going to feed them to these starving heroes!”

***

Time, Legend or Wild when anything goes horribly wrong: “Sometimes Hylia, is a vicious two-faced prick.”

Sky, in the background: O-O

***

Wild, talking about his death: “I didn’t see a white light. I just saw a skeleton in a robe going ‘Come here. Come here.’”

***

The chain heading into a fight.

Hyrule: “What if this fight kills one of us?! Like you or Time, or Wild?”

Legend, trying to lighten the mood: “Oh well, if Wild dies, that’s just Hylia’s will, sorry Wild.”

Wild: “Oh, that’s okay. When you gotta go, you gotta go.”

*Brief pause*

Wild: “You’re talking about the shitter, right?”

*** (I used incorrect quote generators for these next ones.)

Wild: “Rules are made to be broken.”

Time: “They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.”

Twilight: “Uh, piñatas.”

Sky: “Glow sticks.”

Wind: “Karate boards.”

Legend: “Spaghetti when you have a small pot.”

Wild: “Rules.”

Time: “…Why do I even bother?”

***

Wild: “I just found out that humans are capable of fitting a light bulb into their mouth with ease but can’t take it out without shattering it, and now I have to physically restrain myself from putting a light bulb in my mouth.”

***

Wild: “Time for plan G.”

Time: “Don’t you mean plan B?”

Wild: “No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.”

Twilight: “What about plan D?”

Wild: “Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.”

Sky: “What about plan E?”

Wild: “I’m hoping not to use it. Warriors dies in plan E.”

Legend: “I like plan E.”

***

The chain have taken refuge from a thunderstorm in Wild’s Hyrule in one of the shrines.

Wild, recording on the Shiekah Slate to send to Zelda: “Stuck in a shrine elevator because Wind decided to jump.”

Everyone, except Wind: “Fucking mint.”

Wild: “Hyrule has had three panic attacks in ten minutes.”

Everyone, except Hyrule: “Fucking mint.”

Wild: “Twilight hasn’t said anything since we got stuck.”

Everyone, except Twilight: “Fucking mint.”

Wild: “Legend’s getting annoyed and yelling the whole time.”

Everyone, expect Legend: “Fucking mint.”

Wild: “Sky has just been playing the harp and praying to Hylia.”

Everyone, except Sky: “Fucking mint.”

Wild: “Four has to pee so bad he might get a bladder infection.”

Everyone, except Four: “Fucking mint”

Wild: “And Time’s the one we’re gonna blame because he’s old.”

Everyone, except Time: “Fucking Mint!”

Time, completely done with all of them: “Why me?”

(Meanwhile Warriors is stuck outside wondering what the fuck is taking Wild so long to come back and let him in.)

***

Drabbles

(I used she/her pronouns to refer to Wild in this Drabble so I guess it could be read as female!Wild, trans!Wild, or Genderfluid!Wild. It’s up to you. Also trigger warnings for harassment/mentions of harassment.)

The chain had been in Wild’s Hyrule for around a week now and were travelling to Gerudo Town. They’d heard news of more black blooded monsters in the region and decided to take them out before they caused anymore damage.

They had been trudging past the walls of Gerudo Town when someone called out to them and Wild immediately stopped walking and groaned, loudly and dramatically as she tipped her head backwards.

“Who is that?” Four asked as the group watched the man slowly run up to them.

“A creep who’s convinced that we’re dating because I did a job for him.” Wild groaned as she turned to face him. “Hello Bozai.”

“Ah, my desert flower, there you are. Why, I’ve been looking for you for ages. Where in Hyrule have you been?”

“I’ve been travelling, Bozai. Now what do you want?” It was odd to see Wild being so blunt and to the point, but nobody could blame her at this point.

“I wanted to see you, my love. I haven’t seen you since you returned from finding the Eighth Heroine’s sword.”

“I’ve been busy. I have to go now.” Wild started to turn away before Bozai side stepped into her view again and tried to take Wild’s hands in his before she sharply pulled out of his grip. The rest of the chain stiffened at how clueless the man was being.

“Wait a minute! I haven’t seen you in months and you’re just leaving me again.”

“Yes.”

“Well, that isn’t fair. I thought we had a connection. You went out of your way to find the Eightth Heroine’s sword for me.”

“Yes, I did. However, I only found the sword because you offered me the snow boots in return. That’s it. No more, no less.”

But Bozai’s face suddenly lit up and he laughed. “Oh, I see what you’re doing. You know me so well, I love it when you play hard to get, darling.” He made an attempt to grab at Wild’s hand again, but she stepped backwards towards the safety of the, blantantly pissed off, chain behind her.

Twilight had had enough. This guy was a creep and was clearly fine ignoring basic boundaries when he didn’t get his way. Fed up, Twilight stepped forwards and spoke.

“Sir, let me be perfectly clear. She has said ‘no’ multiple times, but you’ve ignored that so here’s my take on this.” He wrapped an arm around Bonzai’s shoulders and squeezed it just enough to be uncomfortable, before turning and gesturing at Wild.

“Now, you see that girl right there? Our mother made her out of her blood and her flesh, her sweat and her tears. And I love her more than the waking world,” Twilight’s voice hardened, losing the light tone it had had before. “But I will smother her in her sleep before I see her ruin herself with some thing,” Twilight gestured up and down at Bozai. “Like you.”

“So you better just run along now 'cause you'd have better luck sticking your pecker in a cactus.” He finished, leaving almost everyone speechless.

Bonzai glared for a moment before shoving himself out of Twilight’s grip and running off to continue his laps around the walls of Gerudo Town.

The chain were able to hold it together until Bozai ran around a corner and disappeared out of sight. They all looked round at each other and that’s when the dam broke. They all started laughing so hard that they could hardly breathe.

“Did you see his face!” Wind cried out as he doubled over and almost tipped face first into the sand.

“He’s never going to bother me again. I fucking love you, Twi!” Wild said as tears of laughter ran down her cheeks.

By the time the chain had managed to calm down, Bozai had turned the corner and came into view again, causing another laughing fit.

***

This is a minor add on to my previous oneshot called ‘What do you have? A rock. NO!” because I missed arguably the funniest part of the joke and I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to correct it.

* (Five minutes later) *

Hyrule turned and absent mindedly handed the fire rod in his hands to the person next to him. Not stopping to think that that person was Wild.

Wild, who had never seen a fire rod before.

Once it was in his hands, he stopped. He poked it with one finger, wiggled it back and forth, before shrugging and bringing it up to his mouth.

“No!” Everyone screamed as they realised what he was doing. Time almost fell into the camp fire in his haste to grab the rod away from Wild.

***

This is set in a post ‘Tears of the Kingdom’ AU where Wild had to leave the chain so he could deal with those events and came back later with more trauma and one less arm. So behold, an arm joke.

Time: “Hey can someone give me a hand with this?”

Wild: *without missing a beat or even thinking about it, takes off his arm and holds it out to Time*

Everyone: *either staring at Wild in horror or yelling, no inbetween*

Wild: “Oh shit! I didn’t tell you guys that my arm got burnt off by Ganon, did I? Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Everyone: “YOUR ARM GOT WHAT BY WHO!?”

***

[void-botanist]

Rose's Kiss Week Day 1: Escape

OCs: Marcus Asalun (aka Anchesh Pabat) and Yera Miants

Words: 887

Content warnings: none

Notes: this takes place shortly before best friends Anchesh and Yera begin their courtship, so Anchesh is still single and they're both in their early twenties. Also they're both bovans (think catgirl but part cow instead).

At four minutes past eleven the penultimate dance ended, and Anchesh kissed the back of his partner’s gloved hand and made equally perfunctory excuses to the crowd that formed around him—he just needed to retire to his rooms briefly, a phrase that people always assumed meant he had to piss. They held back as he entered the hallway, and until he was finally behind the closed door of his quarters, he kept himself stately. In private, though, he went straight to the window and swung himself out onto the pebbled garden bed underneath it. Holding his robes close, he followed the familiar unmarked path through the trees, down into the garden where the paths were lined with tiny lamps along the ground. Yera was waiting for him in the usual spot, the airy layers of her dress ethereal in the mix of moonlight and path light. He touched her bare shoulder and she turned, copying his smile as she suddenly grabbed his hand and ran with him, giggling, down to the bench behind the arbor. They sat down in a rush, his heart beating harder from that run than a whole night of dancing. He grinned at her, and she grinned back, and he tried to gather his wits around catching his breath, but instead of saying a word she just leaned in and kissed him. His lower lip folded slightly between hers, and then she was back in her seat, even as her touch seemed to linger on his lips.

Her smile had taken on an air of chagrin, the silvery sheen on her cheeks almost a blush. “Sorry, I just—”

“Are an incredible kisser?” he said.

She made a noise that was half surprise, half laugh. “Yeah, but I got carried away. I know we’re not having a real courtship.”

“Why not?” Yera gave him the head tilt, her ears not quite relaxed. “No, I’m serious. I want you to be my right hand schemer.” When she just sort of laughed it off as their inside joke, he added, “And if you know we’re friends, and I know we’re friends, I don’t see why you can’t kiss me if you want.”

“You made up your mind over one kiss?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it. I didn’t think you wanted to kiss me.”

“Well, you’re not my guy. But I’m still going to be your wife.” She put her upper arm along the top of the bench and leaned her cheek against her gloved knuckles. “And I love you, Anchesh. I do.”

“I know you do,” he said. “I love you too.”

He lifted her hand from her lap, kissing the back of it and setting it lightly on his shoulder. As his hand followed her sash back along her waist, she leaned in too and caught him in another kiss. His other hand caressed the curve of her neck, her skin warm against his gloved fingers. No one would catch them this far down in the garden, but if anyone did, it would just look like they had started their courtship early, like the lovebirds everyone thought they were.

“You’re not such a bad kisser yourself,” Yera said as she gently pulled back, her ears now low and soft. “You might want to head back, though, before everyone wonders what happened to you.”

“I know. I’m gonna get a reputation for being the slowest pisser on Iecunem.”

She laughed. “They know you’re up to something. They just don’t know what.”

He gently extracted himself from her arms and stood up, offering her a hand.

“No, I think I’ll stay here for a while longer. Daydream wistfully about that time I kissed the prince.”

With a smile still on his face, he started up the hill behind the bench.

“Anchesh,” Yera called back in a low voice. He turned. “You need help getting back in the window?”

He shook his head. “I have a plan this time.”

“You had a plan last time,” she said, but she didn’t leave the bench. He didn’t stay to argue the point, but the plan he’d had last time was a spur of the moment calculation that left him weaving his way through the service corridors at top speed instead. This time he had an actual real plan, set up ahead of time. To be able to push himself up onto the windowsill and get back in, all he needed was about four inches’ boost. He’d procured and hidden a slice of log that would do the trick, and not look too out of place if anyone happened to see it before he came out to hide it again. He dropped it on the bed of smooth white pebbles under the windowsill and immediately sunk further into them when he stepped on the wood. Still, he was higher—he jumped with his hands on the windowsill and managed to push himself up to half climb, half tumble back into his room. With a quick spin in the mirror to make sure he didn’t look like he was coming in from the gardens, he swept out into the corridor to return to the ballroom.

It was only once he found himself looking out at the ballroom crowd that he realized he should have actually taken his opportunity to piss.

RKW taglist: @vacantgodling @jezifster @kk7-rbs

[divinemare]

⊹₊ ⋆ 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 ⋆₊ ⊹

┊⁀➷ nyx archeron x oc

┊part eleven

part ten

little note: omg we’re coming close to the end! i think there’s gonna be 3 more parts. i’m sorry if this one feels very small, but i’m saving the best for the end!

☁︎·̩͙✧

Time was running out for Demetria and Selah, and both females were growing increasingly desperate about it. Specially the one with the awful marriage arrangement putting the robe tightly on her neck.

The company of Elliot, as incredible as it might sound, had been live-saving for her. For almost a week, the male had done everything he could to stay in the Spring Court with her. The familiarity of the company the only reassurance she had.

Until it was in inevitable for him to leave, and now, she found herself all alone again.

“Never.”

Well, not so alone.

Nyx had been in her head day and night. Quite literally. He took every opportunity he could to send images of home through with his daementi powers. Saying small sentences, sometimes even only a word, to remind her that she, in fact, was not, and never would be alone. To remind her of the people that were waiting for her back home. Remind her that she had now a mate to come back to, a mate that was waiting for her right now, that had been waiting for her all her life. A mate that had always been right beside her, even if they had tried to get away from each other every time they could.

Now distance hurt, more than anything.

✧₊˚.

Nyx was losing his mind.

He remembered a time when he was a little kid when Demetria, pissed because he had played her a prank, broke his favorite toy, which had been a very special gift from his uncle Azriel. He had been so angry he started chasing her with a blast of fire until their mothers intervened and grounded them both. He thought he would never want to chase someone with a blast of fire as much as he had wanted with her back then, as stupid and childish as it sounded, but he had been wrong. Very, very wrong. He now wanted to chase Abraxas with a blast of fire and stomp on his ashes more than anything he had ever wanted.

He was in desperate need of a distraction, something to take his mind off of how much he missed Demetria’s touch, and how primarily angry it made him to think that Abraxas now believed himself owner of her touch, owner of her.

For the first time in days, Nyx gathered the willpower to get out of his room, and while he went down the stairs, hushed whispers called his attention.

He couldn’t make what was being said behind his father’s studio doors, but he did recognized the desperate sigh of frustration of his little sister, and immediately turned the knob without knocking first.

“Is everything alright?” His surprise only intensified when he saw his parents and sister reunited around the table with nervous faces.

He gave a step into the room, and immediately noticed the way his mother slightly tensed.

“Son, we should go out for a fly, it’s been a long time since we did,” his father tried to put the most convincing smile he could, but Nyx was not buying the attempt of distraction, on the contrary, it made him even more curious.

“What are you all trying to hide?”

“Nyx, baby, we didn’t wanted to hide anything from you,” Feyre gave a step towards her son, allowing him to have a look at the oak table and the four envelopes in it.

High Lady Feyre. High Lord Rhysand. Nyx. Asterin.

“What’s that?” Quickly enough, Nyx was able to grab the envelope with his name before anyone could stop him, and opened it with a growing bad feeling on his chest.

It was a fucking wedding invitation. Demetria’s fucking wedding invitation.

“Nyx…” he heard his mother’s distant voice, but couldn’t seem to react to the worry in it.

“Son,” when Rhysand came closer and put a hand on Nyx’s shoulder, the young male realized he was wrapped in angry clouds of darkness, night poured from him like something threatening to swallow him whole.

The parchment in his hands was nothing but a crumble in his fist, his heart was racing so fast he knew his family could hear it, Nyx was trying hard to breath deeply, but he just couldn’t.

“Nyx…” a soft, soothing voice entered his mind, waking up some reason in him. “Nyx…” Demetria called for him again.

In his anger, he hadn’t realized that Demetria could probably feel his outburst of emotions through the bond, as weak as it still was, since she hadn’t yet accepted it officially, they knew they were connected, they had always been, somehow.

Her voice, the picture of her gorgeous eyes on his mind, and the ghost of the feeling of her hands caressing his cheek brought him finally back.

The darkness around him scattered away, and his face composed again as he stared at his parents worried eyes.

“If you don’t mind, dad, I would like to go on that flight by myself,” Nyx managed to speak in a calm voice.

Rhysand said nothing, only nodded with understanding to his son and took his mate’s hand to keep her from stoping Nyx from storming out of the studio.

Feyre might not understand fully how her son was feeling, but Rhys did. He sighed heavily ones the door was closed, remembering how darkness had too swallowed him centuries ago when his own mate was about to get married to another man.

With one look, he reminded that to his High Lady, and Feyre too sighed in understanding.

✧₊˚.

Nyx had needed to get away from everything to clear his mind, so naturally he found himself flying towards the cliff where Demetria last saved him from stupidity.

Only to find the terribly unpleasant surprise of his cousin Elliot waiting there. How the fuck had he gotten there in the first place?

“Thank the Mother, my ass was beginning to feel numb waiting for you here,” the snowflakes in the male’s brown shoulder-length hair fell as he stood up from a rock, gritting his teeth because of the cold.

“And why on earth would you be waiting for me? Here, specifically?” Nyx crossed his arms, lifting a dark eyebrow with hidden annoyance.

“Because Dem told me to. She said you would come up here once you found out about the invitations, and, unsurprisingly, she was right.”

Hearing Demetria’s name made his heart beat a little faster, and a tickling sensation to rise up in his body. Nyx uncrossed his arms and gave a step closer to his cousin, his face stern and demanding.

“Explain.”

“Yeah, see, I don’t do well under pressure, so you’ll have to change all that soon-to-be-lord-of-darkness-and-death tone. Because it makes me very nervous,” with a swift movement of his hand, Elliot brushed his hair passed his shoulder, while Nyx had to really, really clench his jaw in search of some patience.

“Elliot…” his cousin’s name came out like a warning with clenched teeth.

Nyx was not usually of the angry type to lose his patience in an explosive way, his sister usually was in charge of that, while he was most collected and calm and preferred to treat everything in life as a joke and nothing really seriously. But those past few weeks had altered him completely, and anger was now the only thing he seemed to be feeling.

“Yeah, ok,” the youngest of the males rolled his eyes and gave a big sigh, his russet eyes turning a little bit more serious than Nyx would’ve wanted. “Dem said you’ll be here, she sent me to wait for you because she knew you were going to lose it, and by the looks of it, cousin, you are losing it.”

“Go to the point, Elliot,” Nyx was having trouble not to clench his jaw, but kept it in him as best as he could.

“She has a plan.”

Now those were some words that distracted the anger.

“What?” He uncrossed his arms and blinked several times, a racing adrenaline feeling starting to kick in.

“She has a plan. A really good one for that matter. And she needs your help.”

Nyx took a deep breath in, chin lifting up while his heart felt as if it was about to burst out of his chest.

“What does she need me to do.”

[murdockussy]

More Than A Mission (3/6)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Part one HERE | Part two HERE || Part four HERE

Chapter Summary: Anakin and yourself venture out into the club, and things begin to get a bit heated

Notes: Thank you guys for the love so far, get ready for the next chapters because it's gonna get angsty but in the best way. (P.S, just to clarify, reader is NOT a minor, reader met Obi-Wan at 18 yrs old and is afew years older)

Words: 3,300 ish

Yourself and Anakin rose from your seats, him securely tucking his lightsaber underneath his robes as Obi-Wan assisted, their hushed words echoing in your ear as they mumbled between themselves.

But you were too clouded by excitement to listen in, the ever so quiet music seeping through the walls luring you in, you determined to leave the room as fast as you can and join the unseen crowd, to have some fun. Truly, you were unsure of what to do while Anakin took lead on the mission. This was a completely new territory for you, unlike other missions inside clubs or cantinas, this time you had the freedom to do whatever you desired for the night. And on top of that, you were playing the part of somebody else. Tonight, you weren’t going to be the Jedi Padawan everyone knew to be, sticking by your Jedi family's side, having limits on what you could do. No, tonight you we’re going to experience something completely new, bend the rules without crossing the line, doing what you want because you could, your formal robes and Masters instructions not holding you back.

Riding on the high of your internal speech of encouragement, you took hold of your lightsaber and untied the robe from your waist, tearing it from your shoulders and tossing it into a bunched pile on the seat behind you.  

The sight of the flying fabric caught Obi-Wan and Anakin's eye, the two of them turning their heads to face you, their jaws physically dropping at the sight. There you stood, adjusting the small amount of fabric covering your skin into place. If Obi-Wan were to call what he felt when he first saw you back in your home ‘shock’, then he was completely out of words for how he felt looking at you now. This eyes slowly raked your figure up and down, a heartbeat doubling at both ends of his body as his thoughts darkened. You looked beyond beautiful, beyond your usual amount of cuteness. You looked completely temping, what was left of you covered leaving Obi-Wan desperate to see more.  

You could hear his heavy breathing from the devise inside your ear, and it caused your heart to skip a beat, your reveal having the affect you desired it too. Finishing your fiddling with the clothes, you placed one hand on your hip, the other now holding your saber out in front of your master, his eyes snapping from your revealed figure to the weapon in your hands, back to your eyes for the first time since leaving the temple.

“I believe you’re gonna need this” you said coolly, your head tilting as you waited for him to reply.

“I- I... I’m sorry?” he replied, lost for words as he began to blink rapidly.

“Well, you don’t expect me to be carrying this out there, do you?”

Anakin snickered at your bold question, Obi-Wans eyebrows beginning to furrow in anger at the boy behind him, Anakin taking the saber from your hand and placing it in Obi-Wans palm as he replied for you, “An escort with this kind of weapon is quite questionable, don’t you think Master”

“Of course” Obi-Wan babbled as he snapped out of his confusion, taking the lightsaber and attaching it on the hilt, opposite his own.

You watched the two men momentarily, Anakin with a deep smirk on his face as Obi-Wan held the same angry look, before opening the door, the sound of music welcoming you “You two have fun, and good luck Ani” you spoke, taking a step out the door before the sound of your name from behind you paused your movement.

Obi-Wan took one last look at you, his angry expression mixed with something you’ve never seen before, his eyes warning, yet, wanting? He was shielded swiftly by Anakin's body, the boy joining you inside the doorway, the two of you waiting for Obi-Wan to speak.

“What exactly are you going to do?”

The words came across more condescending than Obi-Wan anticipated, his emotions spilling out accidentally as he spoke, and it struck you deeply, only adding to the fuel of your anger, you replying with the exact sound that he did, “I’m going to play the part, Master, just how your Jedi council want me too”

You sent a final glare his way as Anakin wrapped his arm around your shoulder, his tall frame shaking you as you walked, him laughing at your spitefulness. The two of you made your way down the hallway, the music reaching its peak as you made a right turn and entered the section where all the fuss was. On the level you were stood on, there was a surrounding row of booths and VIP sections, all packed with people drunkenly enjoying themselves, looking down onto the main section of the club. There, crowds of people danced around each other in sync to the music, their bodies pushed against one another. The outsides of the dancefloor were circled by a curved bar, masses of people waiting in line while ordering their drinks.  

You and Anakin were practically buzzing with anticipation, desperate to get out and join the fun before the bounty hunter's arrival. As people began pushing past you, he unwrapped himself from your frame, peering down at you as he spoke, his words echoing from the device in your ear, “Are you okay?” he questioned.  

As electrified as you were by your surroundings, as well as your new wave of confidence your false persona gave you, you still had underlying frets about the mission, as well as the environment. You knew as long as everything went smoothly, you’d be able to stick to yourself and enjoy your night, but in all honesty, this entire setting and look was completely out of character to you. Inside, you still were uncomfortable, being completely out of your element, and as angered as you we’re, in times like this you’d want nothing more than to have your Master by your side, reassuring your safety. But you knew that Obi-Wan would be listening through the ear piece, desperate for your reply, and you didn’t want him to know how you truly were feeling – although he could see through you like glass – so with every ounce of conviction that you could muster, you nodded your head, keeping your voice steady as you replied, “I’ve never been better”.

Walking down the few steps, Anakin's made his way into the crowd, looking back at you to follow as he mumbled into the device, “Then this is where the fun begins”.

While yourself and Anakin secured a spot at the edge of the bar, the two of you a few seats away from one another yet conversing through the device, you decided if you were to truly play the part for the night, it wouldn’t hurt to have a drink or two. Not only to fit in more with the crowd, the many females putting themselves out there all sporting a drink in their hand, but to ease away your worries, something Obi-Wan could easily do, if he wasn’t trapping himself inside the walls of the room he refused to leave.

He sat beside your robe, one hand holding the material across his lap as the other brushed through his beard, his head hung low in as he remained lost in deep thought. He regretted his actions towards you, and he could feel your anger through the force in result of it. But he felt as though he had no other choice. In the transport craft, just the sight of you in his peripheral had his mind racing, him growing hotter beneath his robes as your eyes glared at his face, him forcing himself to take in every other sight besides the one he wished to look at the most. And when he spoke, he truly slipped up with his attitude, unable to control the way his words fell from his mouth.  

He didn’t mean to offend you, to hurt you, and wanted nothing more than to chase you out of the room and apologise, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Beneath his clothes, he could feel the throb in his pants, thanking the stars for the unnecessary amount of fabric of his robe, something he’s never done before. He already was breaking too many rules of the Jedi code as is, harvesting these feelings for his own Padawan was running a risk high enough. Appearance aside, your new found confidence and attitude were enough to drive him over the edge, him wanting nothing more than to put you in your place in ways further than any Master could. And he knew if he spent the remainder of his night by your side, your physical body mere inches away from him, he’d struggle to compose himself further than he already was.  

He could hear the world outside the room he was in though the device attached to all your ears, the conversations surrounding yourself and Anakin muffled as you spoke to one another.

“Any sign of the bounty hunter yet?” you questioned from your seat, your back facing the bar as you stalked over the crowd before swinging around to face forward.  “Nothing yet” Anakin replied, him doing the same as the two of you still remained waiting for bar service.  

Slowly, but surely, the bartender's surfed themselves to your end of the crowd, the muscular creature frantically taking orders from the people surrounding him, robotic arms swinging themselves around behind him as he worked. Poking your head forward, you spotted Anakin thanking one of the workers, the illuminated green drink swirling in his glass as he took a sip of the liquid. Catching your eye, he swiftly raised the glass in the air as he silently cheers’d to you, a playful twinkle in his eye causing you to smirk as he downed the rest.

“Can I get you anything” the melodic voice caught you off guard, your small sound of surprise rippled through the ear device causing both men on the receiving ends to jump alert. You sat clueless and at a complete loss of words, your cheeks beginning to warm as you mentally searched for a drink to name, the lists of drinks you memorised over time flying itself out the window. You’ve stood at multiple bars beside your Master countless times, him even allowing you to have a glass of his celebratory stash hidden in his room from time to time, but as you searched through the memories, not a single name of a beverage popped out at you.

“If you’d like to wait, I'm more than happy to return at a later ti-”

“No!”, you called out, your hand reaching across the surface of the bar in attempts to stop the creature from walking off, “What’s... Uh, what specials have you got?”

“There’s the Caption Kyorgs? Or I can whip up a Double Deck for you?”

“The Caption Kyorgs will be fine, and make it a double shot, if you can”

The muscular creature nodded, tapping on the holographic screen behind him as the robotic arm got to work, the colourful liquids mixing together completely mesmerising you. The coloured combination shot down into a tube, the chilled glass beneath it collecting the now bubbling substance, the bartender sliding it across the surface of the bar, you swiftly catching it in the palm of your hand as you thanked the server.

He continued to stand around, his gaze curious as he watched you take a small sip of the drink, a burning sensation singeing the back of your throat as you swallowed the liquid. Gently returning the glass to the top of the bar, you looked up to see the unmoving bartender, a goofy smile tugging at his elongated lips.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, your fingers tapping on the rim of the cool glass.

“I just think you’re being extremely obvious”

“Obvious how...?”

“That you’re one of those Jedi’s sent here for a mission”

His reply echoed in Obi-Wans ear, his fury from your reckless drink of choice faltering as he perked up at the sudden confessions, him preparing to leave the room and scold the man who was talking with you. Yet before he had the chance to stand from the couch he still sat on, you conjured a reply that lessened his fret.

“Jedi? And what gives you that impression”

“Well, it’s either you’re dressed undercover for this mission the boss warned us about, or you’re just shitty at your job”

“I beg your pardon? How exactly am I shitty at my job?” you replied, remaining calm as you urged the creature to continue.

“Look around, darling. All the other women of your professions are actually conversing with the crowd, putting themselves out there instead of waiting in the corner of the bar. And I doubt that someone with your amount of beauty would fail to find a partner for the evening, so either you’re one of those force folks, or you’re just failing at doing your job the way you’re supposed too”

As the words left his mouth, you couldn’t help but laugh, finding the bold statement unusually funny. You kept a keen eye on the creature, you unbreaking contact as you took a deep sip from your drink, the burning sensation lessening as it slowly became replaced with a tingling flow over your skin, the air around you feeling breezier than ever.  

“What’s so funny?” The bartender asked, his tone lightening has he mocked your words from before.  

“I just think you’re being extremely obvious” you replied, taking another swig from the glass as the effects from the alcohol began to increase.

“Obvious how…?”

To the men in the receiving ends of the device attached to your ear, it was obvious what was being displayed out in-front of them, your flirtatious demeanor growing stronger as your words began to slur. Anakin found it amusing, watching the whole scenario play out in person from down the bar, but Obi-Wan on the other hand, he was green with jealousy. He knows what act you’re playing at, your flirtatious tone often being used to persuade distractions out of your way while on missions. But you weren’t caught in the middle of the objective just yet, the assignment barely just begun. He knew he’d have to intervein if this devious side of you continued to spiral out of hand, but he remained tucked away in the corner of the room as he continued to calm himself, mediating on his improper thoughts.

“That you have an extremely bad taste of character. You sir, have no clue who I am, nor what I do. But I know you”. The server perked up at your playful tone, your words drawing him on edge, daring for him to test you further.

“What do you know about me, darling?” he pushed, his words deepening as he leant forward slightly, now completely leaning over the bar. Taking a final sip of the liquid, your glass ran empty as you smacked it onto the bars surface, the bartender shocked as you answered him, “I know that it’s time for you to make me another drink”

A bust of laughter travelled through your ear, your fellow Padawan unable to control himself over your burn, you hopping off the seat as you waited for your order. Once the bubbly liquid refilled your glass to the brim, your bartender passed it to you, wishing you a good night as you backed away from the bar, pushing your way past on-comers as you made your way to Anakin.

Walking behind his seated body, you tapped your hand on his shoulders, your arm snaking around his front as if to hold him in place.  

“Well, I can see someone’s enjoying themselves” he joked, lifting your arm as he spun around, you now standing in front of him as he faced you, looking out over the crowd. The distance between you two closing in sent a screeching ring though the devise in your ears, you ripping it out instantly, slipping it under the fabric of your top.

“I could say the same for you. That’s what, your fourth drink?” you noted, popping a hip out as your hand rested on it.

“Second, actually. But I'm not the one asking for doubles, am I?”

“Anything to play the part, right? That is what Master Kenobi wanted” you snapped, your words coming out sharper than you expected causing your fellow Padawan to sit up, him temperamental side slipping out just as yours did.  

“He also said to be smart”, he said as he pointed to your glass, “and I don’t think you’re quite taking to his warning”

“Oh please” you groaned, taking a quick sip as you rolled your eyes, “Like you’re one to talk about ‘taking to warnings’”

You could feel the tension within yourself and Anakin rising. It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to bicker, half your friendship had been spent debating back and forth with one another, and you knew like every other fight, it would blow over with the slightest breeze. But you were already on edge tonight from Obi-Wan's ignorance towards you, and hearing the one person who usually takes your side now standing with the man you were against unleashed a new wave of anger over you, one the alcohol had more control over than you did.  

Grabbing your free arm, Anakin snarled your name, you shaking his hand off as you went in for another long sip, “What's got you so worked up? Is there something bothering you? Is it Ob-”

“What’s bothering me is that I'm sticking to the mission, doing what I need to do, and everyone seems to have an issue with it!”

Acting off your rising emotions, you leant past Anakin, grabbing his half full drink and stepping backwards before he had the chance to stop you, “An issue? I never said I have an iss-  Hey! That’s mine! Wait, where are you going?”

“To fulfil my duty!” you shouted, just loud enough for Obi-Wan to hear over Anakin's microphone, the Padawan losing sight of you as you weaved your way into the crowd, the mixture of dancing colours engulfing you until you were completely gone. Now only able to hear Anakin's deepening breaths, Obi-Wan rose from his seat and exited the room he was in, trying to remain calm as he rushed in a panic.

“Anakin, is she still with you”

“No Master” the Padawan replied, annoyance thick in his voice, “she’s gone”

“What exactly happened out there?”

“You tell me! Clearly something about this mission is bothering her, I know just as much as you do” the boy spoke, truly clueless to the reasoning of your actions. Yet Obi-Wan knew better, more connected to you than anyone else in the entire galaxy, and it bothered him to know he was the reasoning behind your angered outburst.

Taking a turn at the bottom of the hallway, he strutted towards the main area of the club and made his way to the least crowded section, his eye’s scanning over the poorly lit room in attempts to find you.

“She can’t be running round this place without her device in, especially without a weapon. This could potentially be dangerous, she should know better than this. Anakin, did you see what direction she was headed?”

Obi-Wan stood in silence as he waited for a reply, speaking once more at the missing response he was waiting for, “Anakin?”

“Master” his Padawan spoke, the annoyed tone in his voice completely dissolved, only to be replaced by a serious mumble, “I think we’ve got a bigger issue at hand here”

“How so?”

“I could be wrong, but I believe our target just walked in”

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Kinktober 2022  - Day 1

Summary: Max and you had been married for 12 years but after stressful years in his company that left you, frankly a little neglected you decide it's time to spice things up, hacking into his outlook calendar to make sure he had time for you every single day through out October.

Pairing: Modern!Maxwell Lord x Wife!Reader

Wordcount: 589

Rating: E

Masterlist Kinktober 2022

Prompt List by @absurdthirst

You were waiting for him in your bedroom, the ropes you had purchased on the bed next to you when you heard the front door unlock. It took around four minutes until the bedroom door opened and Max walked in. 

“You wrote you’d be naked,” he said as he walked towards you, loosening his tie, a small smile on his lips. 

“Oh I am, beneath this robe,” you smiled back, standing up to cross your arms behind his neck, meeting his lips in a lingering kiss. 

“You’re not mad, aren’t you?” you checked in. He shook his head. 

“I want to spend more time with you. I was thinking about it before I checked my calendar and got your message. I miss you.”

“And I miss you,” you kissed him again and he pulled you closer. You sighed before you parted from him, taking a step back. He raised one eyebrow. 

“We’re gonna take a closer look at the list later to talk about the things we chose differently. But I chose Shibari for the first day. Which as of the last 49 minutes is today,” you sucked your bottom lip in. 

“You want me to tie you up?” he asked, his eyebrows raised. You shook your head. 

“I want to tie you up, baby,” you hummed, your finger brushing over the ropes on the bed behind you. 

“Oh yeah?” he asked, his voice an octave deeper.

“I took a class, so I’m kind of an expert,” you said smugly and he chuckled. 

“What do I have to do?” he asked and you were giddy with excitement. 

“Get naked and lay on the bed.”

“Mhhh you look pretty like this. Like a wrapped present,” you were checking the knots over his chest as he looked up at you with those big brown eyes you fell in love with. His arms were tied in many knots against his chest, his hands tied together as well. 

You were at the finishing touches towards his feet, his legs also tied together, making it close to impossible for him to move. 

He shivered as you checked the knots on his thighs, his cock already leaking with precum against his stomach. You looked up at him, your bottom lip in between your teeth as you slowly crawled up his body, kissing up his chest until your lips pressed to his. 

“Mhhh what do you want? Do you want me to take what I want and fuck you? Should I suck your cock? Or… maybe I could tie your cock up and jerk you off till you cum on my tits?” you hummed and he moaned.  You felt his muscles twitch and you grinned down at him. 

“You decide, baby,” he said and you nodded. 

“Good boy,” you praised and he whimpered.

You let your fingertips run down his body, your finger wrapping around his cock. 

“I want to fuck you…” you said, slowly moving your hand. 

“But I think all this practice I got in with tying up my dildo should be put to good use, don’t you agree baby?” you asked. 

“Fuck…” Max groaned. You reached for the thinner rope you had bought pulling it around his cock and he hissed. Leaning down, you kissed the tip and he twitched in your hand. 

“Let’s see if I can make you cum like this,” you teased him. 

Turns out Maxwell Lord was capable of Multi Orgasms. 

And because he was such a good boy, he could choose what you would do the next day.

[ageofbajabule]

Dear Patience | Part Four

Jake Kiszka x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS!! Arguing, alcohol consumption. Fluff

Word Count: 2.8k (It’s shorter than the other parts previously. It’s nearing the end of the series and my writers block was really kicking my ass)

Summary: 2020-2021 Time jump, and some very emotional moments.

Author’s Note: Hey y’all!! Here is part 4, this is a bit shorter than I wanted it. But I’m nearing the end of this series, I really think part 5 will be the end, or part 6 I’m still deciding as I write. So please bare with me🤍

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The sound of your alarm was going off. 8am. “Shit!” You shot up from your bed, seeing Jake sleeping peacefully on your bed. You crawled over to kiss his cheek. “Hey… Jakey…” You whispered in his ear, making him groan. “What is it?” He shifted to look at you, “I have to get ready for class. I need to be there in order to graduate early this year…” You smiled softly, he got up kissing your lips softly. “Alright, I should probably head back home anyways. Josh has been wanting us at the studio by 9am ever since we started working on the album.”

Jake got up from your bed, putting his clothes back and getting his things together. You smiled, grabbing a robe to put on, walking up to him. “Will you call me later?” You looked up at him, he nodded. “I’ll talk to you as soon as we’re done darlin.” He kissed your forehead. And walked out your apartment leaving you to your lonesome self.

You headed to the bathroom to start the shower, and waited till it was at the perfect temperature to get in. Throughout your shower you exfoliated and shaved like your normal routine. And washed your hair and body. After a good 15 minutes spent in there, you got out blow drying your hair before throwing it up in a messy bun. Grabbing a pair of comfy clothes, to head off to your morning classes.

Luckily you only had two more months left of this hell. It felt like an eternity, but wanting to graduate early meant taking up more classes.

Your day was going by like any other, Mr. Zovaks seminar was an absolute bore. But of course you needed a good recommendation letter for the job you were hoping to get after graduation.

“Y/N!” You heard your friend Emily calling you. You turned around to face her, “Hey Em, what’s up?” Emily got close to you, “What’s going on with you and Sam? I haven’t seen him around.” You sighed, “Sam and I have broken up. It’s for the better anyways… He’s focusing on music, and I’m focusing on this…” You hated having to lie, but you didn’t want her to know what Sam had truly done. “Aw, I’m sorry babes… I’m sure everything will work in the end.” You nodded, smiling, “Hey, do you think Mr. Zovak is gonna lecture us on that stupid book?” You giggled.

Emily nodded to you, “Why wouldn’t he, especially in his monotone voice…” She groaned hearing the door to the classroom open, revealing the professor himself coming in. Here we go.

Throughout the lecture you took notes, and shared thoughts with the class. And before you knew it, class was practically over. After class Mr. Zovak called you over to hand you your recommendation letter. “Miss Y/L/N, I must say. You will do excellent in your career. You are a brilliant writer.” He complimented your work, “Thank you Mr. Zovak, I’m really hoping this publishing company in Nashville accepts my application…” You smiled softly. “I believe you’ll end up in good hands there. Good luck.” He went back to cleaning up his desk area, you then left the classroom.

On your way back to your apartment you had received a phone call from Emily.

You: Hey Em, what's up?

Em: Have you seen twitter yet?

You: No, why what’s going on there…

You put Em on speaker and went to look at twitter.

Em: Jake’s got a new girl, I didn’t even know he had a heart to give like that.

That’s when your feed refreshed and surely enough Jake’s arm was snaked around the mystery woman’s waist. You felt tears build up.

You: Good for him, hopefully he doesn’t break her heart.. Em I’ll talk to you later, I have to finish up some work for some classes.

Em: Alright, I’ll talk to you later Y/N.

Why would he do this to you? Were you just a joke to him, an easy lay? Maybe it was just in the boys' nature to be such assholes. You carried on with your night finishing up work for classes, keeping in contact with the job opportunity waiting for you in Nashville.

Then you heard a knock on your door, you shot up from your couch looking through the peephole. It was Jake on the other side. You opened the door, revealing him in front of you. “Hey Dar-“ You cut him off, “Don’t darlin’ me, how could you Jake!” You yelled at him, he frowned. “You weren’t supposed to find out like this, and it’s more complicated than you think.” He walked in trying to hold your hands, you yanked them from him. “Complicated! It looks pretty blunt to me. Jacob, you're dating someone! A very beautiful girl, who probably has no idea who I am, and that you just fucked me.” You started to cry, “Y/N, I love you…” “Save it. You never loved me, all I ever was to you was someone to play mind games with. You will never change…” You felt you fists clench.

“Please just give me a chance.” “Jacob. No. Just, just get out. Pretend like I never existed and that you never cared… As a matter of fact, that goes for all of you. Don’t contact me ever again…” You started to push him out, “But Y/N!” You slammed the door on his face, you could hear him hit the door as you locked it.

This was the last you heard from him, from any of the guys. You kept Danny’s contact in your phone, but as far as the rest of them. Gone. Deleted. You just focused on yourself.

Summer of 2021

A world pandemic had hit back in early 2020 making graduation an unusual experience, and your move to Nashville quite difficult. Since then, you’ve been making quite the reputation for yourself while living here. You loved your job, attending concerts, taking photos and interviewing artists. It was all you could ever dream of. There were times where you felt alone, all your family was back in Michigan while you were on your lonesome self in a big city.

However you kept yourself busy with writing and taking up some side gigs to photograph weddings and family shoots. You were never really home, you were constantly out with the traveling your job brought you. And when you were home it was just to catch up on sleep and spend time with some friends.

There was a new gig offered to you for this week. A show back to back, you couldn’t turn it down. Especially since you were asked to interview the band, and take some photos for the magazine. You weren’t told who the band was, most times it wasn’t announced until the day of, or when you arrived. It built up the excitement for you, leaving it a mystery.

The show was taking place at the Firstbank Amphitheater. Beautiful venue, you showed up to get your all access badge. “Hi I’m here for the show tonight, I’m from Nashville Music Guide. I’m conducting an interview and taking some photos of the band.” You smiled at the lady at the front entrance, she nodded. “Just need to see your confirmation and then I can bring you back.” You smiled, pulling out your work badge and work paper.

She then brought you past the gates, handing you your all access badge. “There is a lobby over there if you’d like to help yourself to coffee, water, and whatever appetizers. Their manager should be out shortly to discuss whatever before meeting them.” The lady smiled at you, leaving you on your own. You grabbed a water bottle, taking a sip from it looking around the lobby to see if there were any signs of who was performing. But nothing yet.

Then you heard footsteps coming your way, “Hello! You must be one of the writers from Nashville Music Guide.” You turned around to face who you presume is the band's manager, “Yes, yes I am. I’m Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You put your hand out to shake his, which he kindly shook. “The guys are just finishing up getting changed, they are to be on in an hour, and this interview should take about 40 minutes.” He said to you, you nodded in response. “And I will be sure not to go over.” You giggled softly, “Alright if you would follow me this way, we have an area set up for you all to sit.”

You sat in a chair across from a couch in the room. You got your tape recorder out and notepad to write down whatever responses they have to your questions. After about 5 minutes you heard footsteps approaching, you looked up to see the 4 guys you grew up with. “Y/N?” Danny looked at you, “Hi guys.” You smiled softly trying to not make it obvious that this was awkward. “It’s so nice to see you, how have you been?” He pulled you in for a hug, you hugged him back. “I’m good, I've been working a lot lately.” You giggled, “That’s amazing, really dove into writing and photography huh?” He chuckled softly, “It’s really nice to see you Y/N!” Josh chimed in hugging you, you hugged back.

“This is just crazy! I can’t believe you guys are performing tonight. Album is completed?” You smiled, “Yeah, we released it back in April. And now we’re debuting it for some shows.” Sam chipped in, he cut his hair. All the guys looked great after not seeing them for a year and a half. “I think it is our greatest work yet.” Jake smiled. “Well if you guys would sit, and we can start this interview. Your manager told me you’re on a time limit, and I don’t want to overstep…”

The guys all nodded and sat down across from you. You caught a glimpse at Jake. He looked good, and definitely changed his style a bit since the last time you saw them. Throughout the interview you asked basic questions in regards to their new album, upcoming shows and what not. And also asked some silly little questionnaires for the paper. Overall you all had a good time, even caught up a bit in the midst of it all.

“Alright guys, I think that’s all I need. Thank you all so much for your time. This has been great.” You smiled at them all, catching Jake staring at you. “Don’t worry this won’t be the last time you see me, I’ll be photographing tonight and tomorrow’s show.” You smiled at them, “Maybe after the show we can all get together.” Danny chirped, “If you’re all okay with that, I’d love to.” You smiled. Josh, Sam and Danny said their yes’s and Jake nodded in agreement. He stayed silent for most of the interview and time you were together in the same room.

The guys had left the room, leaving you to gather your things and put them in your bag. You set up your camera gear, and made your way to where the other photographers were. This venue was gorgeous and so many people were here. You were impressed with how far they’ve come.

Throughout the first two songs you took pictures of all the guys making sure they were good shots as well. You loved this part of your job. It was a passion really. After you got your pictures, you hung out off to the side stage to watch the remainder of the show. Their new music was definitely brilliant work, and you couldn’t believe all of the work they put into it.

After the show was over the guys met up with you taking you back with them. They all had gotten showers and decided on going out to a bar, you had agreed to join them. You left your work stuff in your car and decided to drive over and meet the guys at the bar. Once you arrived you got out and met them outside the building and walked in together.

“I really appreciate you coming out with us. I’ve definitely missed hanging out with my best friend.” Danny pulled you in for a side hug. “I’ve missed it too. I’m sorry for going M.I.A.” You looked up at him, “Hey, no need to apologize. I get it, you were going through a difficult break up with Sammy. But I swear to you, he’s worked on himself since then. You should really talk and make amends at some point.” He smiled softly and you nodded.

You all sat at a table in a corner ordering drinks and shots. You guys were catching up, filling them in on what you’ve been doing where you live and etc. The guys filled you in on them moving to Nashville this fall to be closer to their recording studio, which made you happy knowing you would have people that felt close to home.

Going up to the jukebox to play some music Sam joined you. “Hey bug… I just want to formally apologize for the way I acted. You never deserved that kind of treatment and I never wanted us to end on bad terms. I miss my best friend…” He looked at you. “Sam, I know. And I’m sorry for going ghost on you. You didn’t deserve that either… I was just, really going through it. And didn’t know how to cope any other way. I just want to move past it all…” You smiled at him, “So are we good?” You asked him, “Of course bug.” He pulled you in for a hug.

When you hugged Sam you saw Jake peeking over from the table, he was watching the two of you. But when he caught your eyes he looked away. You departed from the hug and picked some songs with Sam to play in the bar.

The remainder of the night was fun, filled with dancing, drinking and singing. Drunk singing to be exact. But it was time to head out as the bar did last calls. You had sobered up to drive home, but before leaving you made sure to get all of the guys new contacts. They all started to make their ways to the hotel they were staying at, but Jake stayed behind.

“Y/N…” You were walking but stopped and turned around. “Yeah Jake…” You looked up at him, “I just, I just want to talk… If you will hear me out.” He looked at you, fidgeting with his belt loop. “I’m all ears…” You held onto your sweater. “I’m really sorry for being a dick and treating you the way I did all these years… I just. I never know how to express myself, and all I’ve ever been good at is fucking up any good thing that ever comes my way…” “Jake that’s not true, you’re doing great with music.” You smiled softly at him, “No, this doesn’t have to do with that. I let my ego get to me and pushed you out… And I know you will probably never forgive me for that, and I completely understand. But I just want you to know how sorry I am.”

You could see the tears in his eyes, “Jake. I’m…” You started to choke on your words as tears formed, “I’m so sorry for not giving you the chance to speak that night… I was just so angry.” He looked at you, “I know, I’ll never forget the look of hurt on your face… I really let you down that night. I’ll never forgive myself for it.” He sighed, “I really appreciate you coming to talk to me, and clearing this…” You hugged him tightly, “Thank you, for giving me the opportunity.” He hugged back tightly and kissed the top of your head. “Would you want to get together sometime to discuss things some more?” He looked at you, “I would like that Jake.”

After your conversation the two of you remained in touch letting the boys finish their small debut tour and press releases. You had gotten close again with all the guys, it's like you never left.

4 Months Later

They boys had officially moved to Nashville, Jake and Josh had bought a house together. And Sam and Danny got their own place as well. You had shown them around town to get them comfortable in the area, not like they’ve never been here before but to show them the best places to eat and such.

Jake had texted you one evening.

Captain Jake: Hey, are you free Saturday night? :)

You: Yeah, did you have something in mind?

Captain Jake: I was thinking about dinner at my place? Josh and the guys are going out, and I’m really looking forward to that conversation I wanted to have with you.

You: Yeah, absolutely. Do you want me to bring anything? :)

Captain Jake: Just yourself and that delicious apple pie you used to make for us back at home.

You: Alright! I will be sure to do that, I’ll see you this weekend Jake :)

Captain Jake: See you Saturday darlin :)

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Misadventures of The Solars Scene: “We Can’t Stay Here Anymore”

Shlorpian Frankie: Sorry I was late. I had a court day.

Shlorpian Darcy: Court day? What happened?

Shlorpian Randall: Oh no worries! I saw her getting arrested for calling the judge a bitch, a big-ass bitch and nothing but a bitch!

Shlorpian Frankie: She couldn’t hand the fact that she literally sucks! Fat! Shit! Now I gotta wear this everywhere! *shows them a tracking device* Plus, I’m in a boat load of debts because people have been using my social security number to take out loans!

Shlorpian Randall: Things haven’t been going well for either. Everyone ignores me now that I’m an alien. At least when I was human, I was being notice.

Shlorpian Darcy: *sigh* Man, this being alien stuff is the pits!

Shlorpian Jamie: I know what you mean. I try to change my name into something else to stand out. But there’s already someone with the nickname! So now everyone calls me J.J!

Shlorpian Darcy: I don't think it's bad.

Shlorpian Kevin: *coming by* Holy geez, is that Cooke?

The Shlorpians then sees Shlorpian Cooke getting carried by Human Yumyulack and Human Jesse while being injuries and beaten up.

Shlorpian Cooke: *weakly* Hey. Guys. It’s great to see you.

Shlorpian Frankie: Oh my God. Honey, what happened to you?!

Shlorpian Cooke: What do you mean? I’ve been thriving. *coughs up vomit* Oooh, the wound’s open again, but in other case, everything’s all good. So yeah.

Shlorpian Frankie: Honey…

Human Jesse: Right...

Shlorpian Cooke: Okay fine! The last few four months have been hell! Everyone hates us now! We can’t live here anymore!

Shlorpian Louise: Aw man. Cooke is right guys.

Human Yumyulack: We don't even know how you guys became Shlorpians in the first place!

Shlorpian Kevin: Ugh! Not anymore! We’re not safe here!

Human Jesse: We'll take you to Korvo. He can help.

Shlorpian Cooke: We know how. It’s because that crazy woman was brought back to life somehow and she stole your DNA samples.

Shlorpain Frankie: Then it’s settled! *throws her chair* We’re going to Korvo so he can help us!

Shlorpian Darcy: But isn’t Korvo pissed off at us?

Shlorpain Cooke: Are you kidding? He’s gonna gush his robe when he sees us!

Shlorpian Randall: Just imagine how desperate he has become to find a way to help us leave!

Replicant Stacy G: Poor Korvo. I hope he somehow held it together.

Then the scene cuts to the house.

Shlorpian Cooke: What the hell?! Where’s the ship?!

Human Yumyulack: I don't know! It was here when we left!

Human Jesse: Uh guys, what’s with all the dogs?

The gang comes in and sees dogs jumping on each other while Human Terry and Human Pupa are in pimp costumes counting money.

Shlorpian Frankie: *screaming as a dog takes of her device*

Shlorpian Phoebe: Oh for goodness sake’s.

Human Yumyulack: For Christ’s sake Terry!

Security Guard: Hey! Humans annd aliens aren’t allowed in here! I keep telling you! This is a brothel for dogs!

Human Terry: Oh! Hey, kids! You're home early.

The mound spider appears and starts sucking on the guard.

Shlorpian Cooke: We Can’t Stay On Earth Anymore! You gotta help us get out of here! We gotta leave this planet!

Human Terry: What? Why?

Shlorpian Frankie: Every human hates us now more than ever! We can’t live here on our home planet anymore!

Shlorpian Trevor: Please Terry! If you really love your family, so you know where Korvo is?!

Human Terry gasp in horror.

Human Terry: I know where he is...

Shlorpian Cooke: What where?!

Human Terry: I don’t know! He never came home last night!

Shlorpian Frankie: Then what happened?!

Human Terry: I don’t know! He said he was some night club! Why would he go there?!

Shlorpian Darcy: Then that's where we're going!