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I am sorry but I'm going to need a Ransom story with this prompt. It can be RoaR or a one-off, he can love it or hate it in this space, he can see it over Reader's shoulder on the computer screen, your choice!

o.0 oh boi oh boi oh boi! Fall Vibes but it's gonna be my summer challenge submission to @the-slumberparty's Sundae Bar, featuring the flavors Cookies and Cream (soulmates) and Rocky Road (rags to riches) with the topping Oreos (marriage of convenience (reluctantly)). Also my second entry for @stargazingfangirl18's Birthday Bonenanza, featuring a babe in love and cranky about it + "can you just...hold me please?"

For Show Ransom Drysdale x poor!soulmate!reader

Summary: Ransom hates that you--his soulmate and wife--are nothing like him.

Warnings for smut and Ran's a**hole brain (rude, nasty thoughts that he barely even believes). Classic Lexi--this is cheeky, y'all, but you know it's because I can't help myself... MINORS DNI. Find all-age friendly fic on my Light Masterlist. WC 2.1k

Ran didn’t believe in love to start, but this is fucking ridiculous. Opposites attract? Get wrecked, asshole. He’s keeping opposites on the other side of the house. It’s not far enough.

It’s standard practice for the confirmation of matching soulmarks to act as a de facto marriage contract—common law, if you like,—and Ransom Drysdale fought tooth and nail to make you prove you had his name on you. He needed to see it with his own eyes or fuck that shit.

His is obvious; he can show it off. In fact, Ran is surprised by how long it took you to come forward, considering his family and status, considering his lifestyle of being very visible.

But no, he had to wait for a fucking database to pop out record of his match from your healthcare provider, and he had wait for that because the government knew about your health…because they know such things…about people who need their fucking money. The registration of soulmarks puts the financial responsibility on the soulmate if they end up having the means.

Now Ran is responsible for you, a woman he made lower the front of her panties in open court to reveal his goddamn name in his own goddamn handwriting imprinted right above her goddamn cunt, and suddenly it became his cunt, his problem, his responsibility.

You’re not even fun. You had no money and didn’t care to have any, so you moved your few, ratty belongings into his home, replacing nothing, offering nothing in return for his—well, in return for every fucking thing he has now being yours, too. It’s so fucked.

You don’t want to show off, and he has no intention of showing you off. He can’t be seen with you, not without the proper clothes or jewelry, and you refused to get them. Instead, Ransom leaves you alone in the house, doing whatever he wants, whenever he wants, as always. He won’t talk to you because he just gets furious every time. He’s not going to have deep conversations about the state of the world, though he might have one social justice issue he can fight for: the mother-fucking law that made you his wife without question.

Ran slams the kitchen cabinet storing all-white, matching stoneware mugs when he notices what’s missing: your single, sad, flea market mug. It’s clay so it always looks dirty, and he hates it.

He lightly punches his own neck in irritation.

He didn’t stand a chance fighting the marriage, not with your name in deep, port red letters creeping up his throat, higher than any turtleneck he’s ever owned. Coupled with his legal name resting snuggly beneath your pubes, it was obviously, technically accurate that you’re soulmates. When was the last time someone challenged that system, he thinks. That might be a better use of his money than—

Where are you anyway?

For all his annoyance, he hasn’t set eyes on you for days.

His house is large enough (and he spends so much time anywhere else) that you have your own room, which you didn’t question, and the kitchen is easy enough to share when one of you eats out with other people (as he does two to three times a day). You get the slightly bigger and more formal living room while Ran gets the den with the big TV. Really it’s been the perfect system for almost forgetting you exist.

He pours tea into his clean, white mug and leaves said big TV fairly loud on some program he wasn’t paying attention to, leaning over the granite countertop to see if he can spot you from this angle.

No luck.

He steps closer, sipping.

A little closer, more sipping, a purposeful smack of his lips to grab your attention if you are just around the corner.

There are two openings, both far larger than doorways, to the living room, each through the central hall. When he doesn’t immediately see you, he steps to the farther opening. What the—

What’d you do to his couch?

Is that every single pillow and blanket from your side of the house?

Did Yankee Candle Company throw up in here?

What, the fucking fireplace wasn’t enough ambiance for you? You had to make some sort of nest with his stuff? And there’s that ugly-ass mug, no coaster, on his super-expensive, reclaimed hardwood coffee table.

A pillow shifts.

No, not a pillow; it’s your back, and when you shift again, Ran sees one of the plush throw blankets slink farther down your bare skin. It’s the largest swath of your body he’s ever seen.

You lay with your arms folded, peering out the windows behind the couch, and you still haven’t fucking noticed him.

He huffs before realizing he isn’t listening to the faint TV anymore, but when he ticks his head, he sees your TV isn’t on either.

“”I think of nothing but you as I fall asleep at night”—” Ran hears a woman’s voice fake a deeper tone before switching to normal “—Javier says, pulling her soft curves into his hard body—”

You sigh dreamily and wiggle on the cushions. The blanket slides over the swell of your ass.

Ran stops moving mid-sip of tea.

“”Please, my darling, let me have you—“ this is fucking terrible, he thinks “—as only a lover can.””

Alright, now Ransom is just sad. You’re naked in his living room, rubbing your thighs together and listening to an erotic novel on your phone.

“Chloe felt his digits dance across her clavicle, his eyes enchanted by her heaving bosom…”

Go out to a club or restaurant with him? No. Wear nice clothes he could buy you? Nope.

“”Javi,” she gasps, distracted by his rough palm groping her breast hungrily, “I can’t believe you want me.””

Ran is going to fucking gag at the whining appall in the narrator’s voice.

Why listen to this awful shit instead of show off him as your husband? From the quick shiver racing down your spine and the curl of your toes where they hang over the cushion’s edge, it’s because you’re fucking horny for it.

Good god, how low are your standards?

He stalks forward, feet hitting the floor hard until he reaches the plush rug.

Startled, you peer over your shoulder at him, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights, and you begin scrambling to recover yourself.

Ran puts his cup down by yours. “Don’t move,” he orders, and to his surprise, you obey, keeping you head turned his direction and sinking back into the pillows.

“”How could you doubt? From the moment I met you, I adored you.””

He swivels to face the same direction as you, reaches out his hand and mime the stroke he’s contemplating tracing over your curves.

“”I’m yours,” Chloe breathes, Javier’s growing member signaling his desire against her silk-covered core.”

Ran finally bends until the tip of his middle finger grazes the inside of your thigh.

As he drags it over one cheek and down the other, you whine and push your ass toward his hand.

That’s…not bad, all things considered. You are his wife, after all, and you clearly want to be fucked. He won’t argue that having some other woman’s name scrawled on him hasn’t limited his game for quite a while. Financially independent or not, when a pussy is presented to him, Ransom will say ‘yes.’

He stops noticing the audio from your phone and just dives in, no sentiments or kind words of his own. He simply unbuckles his belt, pops the button of this jeans, and rips that zipper down before teasing your folds to find enough slick at your entrance to swirl around. He spreads you and your wetness with purpose. Each second that passes drives Ransom a little bit more insane.

Impatient, strung out like a virgin on prom night, he rushes to shove his pants out of the way and kicks one knee up between your legs, his other foot still on the floor. He pumps his fingers inside you until he’s knuckle-deep and nearly dripping, manhandling your hips to the right height to sink his tip into you.

Ran groans at how fucking good you feel. He’s probably just desperate. He’d be excited about any ol’ means to come right now.

He snaps his hips in small thrusts until his whole length glides in and out in seamless stimulation. You’ve buried your face in the pillow, so he can’t hear if you make any noise. He can, however, see your hands scratch at the upholstery and clench into fists. He can see you deepen the arch of your back, angling his dick to fuck just slightly down through your channel. The pressure squeezes the spongy head of his cock like a vice. He’ll never say it out loud, but your pussy is fucking perfect. God fucking dammit.

Ransom relentlessly drives into you, catching the sideview of your breasts bouncing each time his thighs slap yours. He smacks your ass once just to see if it jiggles for him, and that’s when your hand snakes to disappear between your legs. He expects you’re going for your clit which is good because he’s about to get off and get lost, but instead, he feels your soft fingers cup his balls.

He’s so enamored by the sensation that he switches to tiny pulses deep in your cunt while your hand wraps and rolls his sac gently. Twitching and tensing, Ran unabashedly moans until your walls constrict around his length.

He’s got to make you do that again.

Ransom collapses forward to lean over you, his own hand diving to find your clit, resting his palm right over your mound and soulmark. Every inch of his body burns hot with need. He humps wildly, resting his chin over your shoulder.

“”I don’t care how, Javi, just stick it in there. I need you. I need you so badly…””

“Jesus Christ,” Ran growls, “are they still not fucking?”

A giggle bursts from your lips, a sweet, happy sound he’s never heard from you before, and you reach for him. Your palm lands on his soulmark, your fingers curling to scratch the hairs at the nape of his neck, and there’s…there’s…

He can’t comprehend how your body fits his so well. He can’t reconcile this sudden swell of obsession in his gut for you. He’s enveloped in a binary system of souls, gravity tugging at that connection between you.

Ran doesn’t believe in love or destiny. He refuses. He believes in pleasure and perception, in accumulation and ownership.

The only thought left in his static-filled head is mine, mine, mine, mine.

He falls over the edge first, a satisfied shout punctuating each spurt he plants within you, furiously working your messy clit and kneading one breast in his free hand until he feels that squeeze again, and again, and again, dying to a flutter just as your shared cum leaks out around his cock.

By this time, Ran is panting and resting a sizable portion of his weight on you, knees knocked loose in his onslaught, pushing you both flat to the chaise cushion, feet dangling off the end.

You still hold each other’s mark in a comforting palm.

He’s speechless as the room fills with heated love declarations amidst passionate sex and bad dialogue. Ran tries to catch his fucking breath. He’s glad you don’t speak either.

Everything about his life—his past, his present, his future—sits utterly raw in front of him, and he can’t cope.

He makes the mistake of peeling his body off yours, releasing you and dislodging your hand. The cold emptiness which immediately sweeps over him is sickening, and Ran barely waits for you to roll onto your back before he wedges himself between your legs again, instinctually laying on his side, pressing his sweater-clad shoulder against your sopping folds just so he can rest his soulmark right on top of yours.

Euphoria returns to his body and mind, thick like honey and all-consuming.

He doesn’t want to admit it. He doesn’t want to talk about. He doesn’t want to live a moment without you.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

Mercifully, the audio speaks for him.

“”Can you just…hold me please? That was…that was…””

“”So intense,” Javier rumbles, “so beautiful.””

Ransom, the preening trust fund baby, has finally found something all his own, something he doesn’t want to share, something shown only for him.

He refuses, however, to call it ‘love’…

…yet.

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A/N: I'm fine.

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bettyfrommars · 10 months

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Santa Comes Once a Year

biker!eddie x fem!reader

I had a request from the amazing @idkidknemore for "biker Eddie dressed up as Santa, railing reader on his motorcycle sleigh" and I also wanted some Eddie as Santa action for the Holiday Prompt Party I am doing with @allthingsjoeq he is not a mall Santa in this, but still.

wc: 2.7k

18+ONLY, smut, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, talk of cheating (on Mrs. Claus), roleplay, creampie, fingering, bit of spanking, ton of cliche phrases, sexualizing Santa, secret sex I guess? but it's just pretend, semi-public sex if you squint.

summary: you go to the Lighted Farm Implement show for the first time with Robin and Oliver to see what Eddie and Steve have cooked up for the parade. Afterwards, Santa takes you back to his place in his towtruck sleigh and wants to give you some cream with your cookies.

author's note: This can absolutely be enjoyed as a smutty standalone, but some elements of I'm on Fire are mentioned, including Robin raising Steve's son Oliver with him since he was a baby, and the fact that biker Eddie runs his own towing/mechanic business.

This was your first time attending the night time Lighted Farm Implement parade in Hawkins, and you weren’t sure what that even meant until Robin explained it to you.

“You know, Farm Implements. They decorate them with Christmas lights and throw candy for the kids.”

For some reason, all you could picture were shovels and snippers dancing through the street like some magical Beauty and the Beast scene.

Robin’s cheeks were rosy and she had Oliver in her arms, a navy Columbia fleece zipped up to her chin. Mother and son each had matching, fuzzy blue ear muffs on. She noticed your confused expression as the three of you walked up the street from where you parked.

“Tractors, backhoes, dumptrucks, cement mixers,” she gave a few examples and your face lit up in recognition. “There will also be buses, a few 18-wheelers, and a tractor bed with the Mayor on it.”

The big, shiny black tow truck from Munson’s Garage was in the parade too, and you were curious to see what Eddie and the guys had done to it. Your boyfriend had been asked to dress as one of the Santa’s that year, and you’d switched evenings at the Velvet Hammer with Jackie just so you could witness this miracle of the season, being that Eddie wasn’t a huge fan of Christmas.

He mostly did it for Oliver, to see the wonder on his face when Santa knew his name, and that year specifically, he was doing it for you. He wanted to impress you by being the star of the show.

Everyone from town lined the streets and cheered as the Hawkins high school band trumpeted down the lane to officially begin the parade with cheerleaders punching pompoms in the air at the front. Robin put Oliver down and you all moved through the crowd to get closer to the action. .

Behind the band was a green John Deere bulldozer all decked out in colorful bulbs and an arc of gingerbread people up the back. The owner of the local grocer drove a 1945 Chevy truck with Christmas trees in the back and a person dressed like an elf in the passenger seat tossing out chocolate bars. A few skidded close to Oliver and he lurched to grab them with an excited scream.

Each vehicle had its own music playing, and the next yellow backhoe with a santa in the bucket and adorned with snowflake lights was blaring Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree by Brenda Lee. They threw some lollipops out, and this time you rushed to snatch a few for Ollie so that he wouldn’t have to go too far out into the street.

You were distracted watching the mammoth equipment vehicle pass when you heard Oliver screech and point, “Daddy!”

Your head snapped and there was Eddie’s tow truck, blinking with what seemed like a billion white twinkle lights with a pine wreath on the grill, and a person hanging off the side of the truck dressed as…a goat? Or was it Father Time?

Oliver recognized Steve immediately, and when he spotted his son, he jumped down from the step up to the cab with a sack of candy in his hand and came jogging over. As he got closer, you tried to make out his costume, but came up with nothing. He was wearing his typical biker attire with his Coffin Kings leather cut on over a hooded sweatshirt and black jeans, but the faux beard he had on was long and thin down to his belly button, and it was gray, not white. He wore sunglasses and a black fedora.

He ran to give Ollie the bag of candy while the tow truck rolled by at a snail pace.

“Are you Biker Santa?” You asked, sneaking a look at the sexy Santa in a red hat behind the steering wheel of the tow who was waving to get your attention. You blew Eddie a kiss and he made the gesture of catching it in the air.

Steve held his arms out as he trotted backwards to get back on his ride. “I’m one of the guys from ZZ Top!” He shouted, as if it should’ve been obvious.

You shared a look with Robin. “Don’t ask,” she mumbled.

They were towing a wrecked car behind them with what appeared to be four reindeer holding cans of beer, each hanging out a window. The song Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer played cheekily from speakers that were mounted on the lift.

All three of you cheered and screamed for the rest of the show, and by the time two clowns in tiny toy trucks brought up the rear, you felt a warm body press up against your backside and you tilted your head back into the squish of a white, fluffy beard.

“Ho ho ho,” Eddie whispered against the shell of your ear making your body tingle from the warmth of his breath. “I hear you’re the naughtiest girl in town.”

He stepped away and tapped Ollie on the shoulder, taking on a deep, jolly voice. “And who is this good little boy?”

Oliver had the white stem of a sucker sticking out of his mouth when he turned. “Oh hi Uncle Eddie,” he managed, sucking back purple saliva.

Eddie straightened to full height, his eyes falling on Robin with a blink of sadness, but she only shrugged. “He’s getting wise to the world, what can I say?”

You turned to melt into your boyfriend’s chest, feeling the bit of padding he had on his belly under the soft faux fur accents of his red velvet coat. There was a little jingle bell on the end of his Santa hat, and you flicked it with your finger. You pushed him back through the crowd, off to the sidewalk and into the shadows, making him back up as you went.

“So,” you made sure no one was around before you slid your hand between his legs. “Is this the official Yule Log, or are you just happy to see me?”

You could barely find his mouth under the synthetic mustache, and then you giggled and sputtered on a stiff Santa hair.

He yanked the beard down with a tug of his fist, stretching the elastic band that held it in place, so that it was under his chin and pulled you in again, returning your kiss so deep that a small groan escaped you.

“You wanna get out of here?” he said in a rush, and then he nudged your nose with his. “Come sit in my sleigh with me?”

Steve was reunited with his family by then, with Oliver up on his shoulders, and you checked to see the three of them head off in the opposite direction, possibly to Robin’s car. You were all planning to meet back up at their place to make cookies in an hour, so you had a window of time.

Back in the cab of the tow truck that was parked down the street, Eddie pulled the pillow stuffing out from under his coat and flipped the heat on high, but it almost wasn’t needed because the makeout session that ensued made the windows fog up. You took his hat and beard off and tossed them on the dash so that you could finally have your hands around that face that you loved so much, squirming to get closer to him. He had his hair tied up in the back and you released the band so that his locks fell around his shoulders.

“If I’d known this would get you going baby, I would’ve put the beard on earlier,” he huffed.

You flicked your tongue out to tease him a few times. “I need you inside of me, Santa. No one will know, it will be our secret,” and you were just about to kick your leg over to straddle his lap when you both realized that there were people walking right next to the vehicle on the sidewalk.

“Let’s get out of here, Mistress,” Eddie kissed your cheek. “Take this back to the garage, finish what we started.”

You sat back, giving him a raised brow as he shifted the monster vehicle into gear. “Oh, you think I’m just going to give it up when and wherever you want?”

“I think you’ll do whatever I tell you to do,” he said over his shoulder, watching for traffic before pulling into the street. “I’m Santa.”

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You sat right next to him the whole way there, like lovers do, with his hand on your thigh. He still had the wrecked car with the beer-guzzling reindeer statues inside, so he was careful on the turns, while festive bystanders honked and waved.

At the Munson Garage compound, Eddie thought he would unhook the wrecked car from the crane, but there wasn’t time for that—he could feel your arousal dampening your jeans. Parking in the furthest garage would have to do.

“Get over here, naughty girl,” he licked his lips and opened his Santa jacket to reveal two black suspenders over a white t-shirt, and then he undid the suspenders to move his hand down to fist himself.

Your boots were off and your jeans at your knees when the sight of the tip of his glistening pink tip freed from his wholesome attire made you pause to touch yourself, putting your back against the opposite door with your legs spread so he could watch.

It was dim in the roomy cab of the truck, but Eddie could still see the wet spot on your red underwear where you worked your fingers and he bit out a curse.

“You heard me,” his tone was stern. “I said get that beautiful ass over here and sit on Santa’s cock.”

You didn��t bother taking your underwear off as you kicked your jeans away and scrambled over, giggling when he pushed his red pants down a bit more to show the mistletoe print on his boxers. Your head hit the roof of the cab, but then you were finally squatting in his lap, teeth hitting as you fumbled into position.

He was quick to reach down between the two of you and move your panties to the side so that he could rub his knuckle up and down your slippery clit.

He puffed out a chest full of air. “Goddamn was it the beard or the whole thing?”

“Just you,” you lifted up, pushing his hair back to cup your hands on either side of his throat. “I’ve been aching for you all night, Santa. Waiting for you to come down my chimney.”

Eddie shivered, reaching to line his tip up with you. “Why is this so hot, holy shit,” he chuckled softly.

But then he was inside of you, and you sank down an inch with a cry, arousal dripping down his length.

His mouth pressed into the side of yours. “Did you miss me all year? You want to be a bad girl for me now?”

“That’s why you come to my house, isn’t it Santa?” You gasped. “Because you want to fuck me? I’m your favorite.”

Eddie hissed and threw his head back as you bottomed out. You could feel the faux fur from the top of his pants ticking your taint. “You know I always come back for you, because you take me so good, fuck—-”

You rocked your hips, squeezing that important muscle as you went. “Better than Mrs. Claus?”

Eddie gripped your ass and pulled your cheeks apart with his strong, calloused fingers, thrusting up to meet you, smacking against your wetness. “Better than anyone, fuck. I dream about this all year. Landing my sleigh in Hawkins so I can bury myself in your tight, wet cunt.”

You were both breathing heavy, sweat trickling down your necks, while a few snow flurries danced into the garage.

You reached a hand down to work two fingers at your clit. Every word you said was against his lips: “I want some cream with my cookies, please Santa.”

“Yeah?” Eddie huffed, rolling his hips in his seat so that you could feel every inch of his cock, making you whine a string of obscenities. “What else do you want, huh? You want me to fill you up all night, so my cream drips out of you on Christmas day?”

He spanked your asscheek with a thwack and you arched back. “Yes Santa, please, ruin me so I only fuck myself to thoughts of you.”

“I’m about to cum,” Eddie breathed, and your mouths met in a frenzy of tongues and moans. He could feel you throb around him.

“So soon, Santa?” You teased.

“Shhhhh,” he took hold of your throat and planted his booted feet to thrust up into, taking you for a ride.

You put your forehead to his and bounced a few more times, and then you froze, mouth open in a silent scream as the wave began to crash.

“That’s my baby,” he held you in that position and continued to buck up to bury himself inside over and over. “Cum for Santa, let me feel it.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you exploded around him, whimpering and twitching.

The back of your heel kicked up and accidentally flipped a switch on the dash, making all of the Christmas lights on the truck blaze on, and Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer blared from the speakers.

You clung to Eddie while he came, shuddering at how good it felt but also

In a few seconds, you were both grinning, shoulders bobbing with laughter as the song seemed to herald in your mutual releases.

The windows of the cab were completely fogged up, and between that and the music, neither of you heard anyone enter the garage until there was a bang on the driver’s side door.

“What the—?” Eddie scowled, and you were already scampering off of him, snatching clothing from the floorboard to cover yourself.

Eddie tucked himself back into the huge wet spot on his pants and wiped condensation off of the glass so that he could see who it was. He was about to be angry, thinking it was one of the other mechanics about to give him shit or try to get a peek at you

but it was Steve.

The truck was lifted and the windows up too high for him to see in, but still Eddie checked to make sure you were decent before he rolled the window down. He leaned over to switch off the lights and the music. You gave a nod as you wrapped your coat around your waist.

“Hey,” Eddie wiped some hair out of his face, trying to act casual. “What up? Everything okay?”

Steve had his long beard in his hand, hugging himself, shivering against the cold, with the fedora pulled snug to his ears. “Did you forget you were going to give me a ride? I just walked halfway across town. Slipped and fell on the fucking ice twice.”

Eddie dropped his forehead to his fist. “Shit sorry man I—-why didn’t you go with Robin?”

“Because I told her I was riding back with you to unhook the rig,” Steve sounded annoyed, teeth chattering, and you didn’t blame him, but still you stifled a giggle into your arm.

“Tried to call Astrid from a payphone, and she’s not answering, so now I’ve got blisters from these stupid elf boots that Robbie made me buy.”

Eddie pulled his lips in over his teeth to contain his amusement.

“It’s not funny, dude,” Steve said, but then he caught a glimpse of you in the cab and you gave an apologetic grimace. “Oh okay, I get it. Forgiven. But can we get this shit over with so we can get out of here? Robin doesn’t know how to work an oven and she’ll probably burn the place down before we get there.”

Eddie stretched across the cab to kiss you. “Stay in here, keep warm. I’ll put the Chevelle around when we’re done.”

“Go help your ZZ Top elf, Kris Kringle,” you shoved him playfully, but then he held his face there and hummed until you kissed him again.

You pulled your jeans up, eager to keep Santa’s gift from spilling out.

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arc-misadventures · 1 year

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An Answer That Leads to More Questions

Jeanne: Uhh… Wasn’t it just going to be the four of us?

Juniper: Yes, but your sisters caught wind of our conversation so they demanded they be involved, and considering your secrets have included them to some capacity, I have elected that they can, and should join us for this conversation. Is that okay.

JJ: Perfectly.

Juniper: Okay, you may now begin.

Jaune: Okay, but first: What we’re about to say doesn’t leave this family. Second, suspend your feelings of disbelief. And, thirdly, save all your questions for the end.

Angela: Why should we suspend our…?!

Jaune: Save your question for the end!

Angela: Sorry.

Jaune: Haa… Okay, I’ll go first, unless?

Jeanne: I’ll interject when it seems appropriate.

Jaune: That works. Alright… This is the second life I have lived. In my first life I had seven sisters, and two parents. The same nine individuals you see before you, bar, Jeanne. Jeanne was not one of my sisters in my past life.

Jeanne: This my second life; In my first life I had the same parents we all have, Juniper, and Archeius Arc, but I had seven brothers, instead of seven sisters. And, Jaune was not one of my brothers in my past life.

Jaune: We lived two separate lives in two separate worlds of, Remnant. The worlds were mostly the same, but there were differences that allowed us to tell the difference between the two. The main factor was that most people in my world were of the opposite gender compared to, Jeanne’s. And, more importantly everything didn’t go to hell in her world as my did in mine.

Jeanne: We only knew about the existence of these parallel worlds because the two of us would randomly swap places with each other with no warning.

Jaune: We simply called the times when we switched places, A Swap. We would spend an indeterminate of time there, then randomly we would appear in a room we called, The White Room. Because everything was white. There we would meet up, chat, and randomly swap back. The randomness of the swaps caused us most of the problems we had with the swaps…

Jeanne: Yeah, I could be laying in my bed one moment, then I’m sitting at a desk in the cafeteria the next.

Jaune: Or, being grabbed by a, Beringel one moment where you’re about to slam your sword through the damn thing’s skull, only to slash through a plate of mashed potatoes in the cafeteria, covering everyone in said mash potatoes.

Jeanne: Confessing how much you’re in love to girl of your dreams, only to say it to a completely different person. And, told that your confession was pathetic so you spend the rest of your time trying to come up with something better instead.

Jeanne: Coming out of the, White Room to suddenly seen your teammates head has been shoved through a wall… again.

Jaune: Getting pelted in the face with a cream pie nanoseconds as you come back from the, White Room.

Jeanne: I got decked in the face one time because of that.

Jaune: My personal favourite was when I was having a conversation with someone outside, only to scream at her that no I did not ask her alternative universes male counterpart how big his dick was. Only to realize I said that in the middle of a classroom full of people.

Jeanne: These were just some of the more… pleasant times we experienced during our, Swaps.

Jaune: Pleasant for you! During our first swap, I was attacked; I was punched in the chest, tied up, was thrown about with a semblance, had a 50. cal pointed at my head, punched in the gut again, and then I was thrown into a cell in the depths of, Beacon Academy! All because I had somehow kidnapped their precious, Angel…

Saphron: Angel?

Jeanne: That was just a nickname I got because of my semblance’s abilities.

Jaune: You know damn well it was because of that smile you use on people!

Jeanne: Shut up.

Jaune: Don’t you try, and deny it, you flashed them that angelic smile once, they gave you tea, and cookies while I got a black eye!

Jeanne: Hehe… Because of me, and my influence most people didn’t like, Jaune in my world.

Jaune: Or, in mine either. Well, I think most people tolerated me in my world. After meeting, Jeanne they gave up hiding it, and outright showed their hostility, and indifference towards me.

Jeanne: Even our… well, my parents didn’t like you…

Jaune: Not even my parents liked me! Well, they didn’t have faith in me, which is debatably the same thing if you ask me. They offered you all the proper training, and equipment to become a, Huntress. Mine gave me encouraging words that it will be okay when I come home when I fail. Notice how I said, when, not if.

Jeanne: Well at least your team at, Beacon believed in you.

Jaune: Aye, but your presence made everyone else who believed in me cast me to the side. Hell, those bitches outright said it to my face, and acted like I wasn’t even there!

Jeanne: Well you ruined my relationship with people too just by showing up too!

Jaune: And, was that a bad thing?!

Jaune: …

Jaune: No seriously; Was that a bad thing? You broke off all contact with them yourself. Hell, you even got your partner kicked off your team because of me.

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Well… After you showed up, they did show their true colours, and show me that they were after me because they were in love with the image of, Jeanne Arc, and not the person who was, Jeanne Arc.

Jeanne: You don’t suppose their actions made me gay do you?

Jaune: No, you’re bisexual. Seeing, and dealing with their antics just tainted the possibility of you developing any kind of relationship with them; Platonic, or sexual.

Jeanne: I developed standards?

Jaune: Pretty much.

Jeanne: So my standards are you then~?

Jaune: …

Jaune: So, anyway the, Vytal Festival happened…

Jeanne: Coward.

Jaune: And, while the festival was ending, we were… I… I don’t think I should tell you what happened.

Juniper: Why not?

Jaune: Well… If I tell you something happened… Will it then happen?

Thiriana: Like in those stories where someone is told their fate, and they do everything they can to change their fate, but their attempt to change their fate they’ve sealed themselves to their fate?

Jaune: Precisely. I’m worried if I let something slip it could happen, and my life in my world was hell…

Jeanne: But, this isn’t my world, or your world at that, Jaune. There are already many differences in it, sure there are similarities, but they are not all the same. We can tell them, just not everything in extreme detail, okay?

Jaune: …

Jaune: We won’t tell them the names of people then. Otherwise things could get… difficult.

Jeanne: Good plan.

Angela: Soooo… What happened at the, Vytal Festival?

Jeanne: Well in my world my team competed in the Vytal Festival, and I managed to lead my team to victory! Even after we reformed our team a few weeks before!

Acheius: Impressive. You two will be in school when the next festival takes place; you two planning on entering?

Jeanne: We will destroy all those who stand before us!

Acheius: …

Acheius: Sweet.

Thiriana: I take it things weren’t as nice as that in your world, Jaune?

Jaune: We… We were attacked…

Angela: I don’t take it you’re talking about during a match?

Jaune: No… Vale was attacked… This shadow organization caused an attack that lead to the destruction of, Beacon Academy, and the deaths of hundreds.

Juniper: Oh gods…

Luna: Y-You were there when it happened…?!

Jaune: I was there… I fought during the, Fall. That’s… that’s what we called that day, The Fall. It was hell, Grimm roming the streets of, Vale, hordes of them pouring through, Beacon… So much, death, and destruction. I lost people there too, people I loved… People I was going to ask out on dates… But… They died that day too…

Angela: It was, Pyrrha… Pyrrha Nikos…

Jaune: What?

Angela: You said, “I don’t want to lose her again.” You said that when we talked about, Pyrrha Nikos.

Jaune: …

Jaune: It was, Pyrrha Nikos… She was my partner at, Beacon. We could have been more than that as well… but…

Luna: Oh, my god…

Janette: H-How did she die…? To the, Grimm?

Jaune: She was murdered… she sacrificed herself to defeat the villain who orchestrated the fall of, Beacon Academy. She failed though…

Juniper: Is this why you’re always training so harshly, and pushing, Jeanne to fight more smart, and honing her skills?

Jaune: Ehhh…?

Jeanne: That’s just playing smart. I wasn’t that good when I entered, Beacon. I was good enough to enter, but I was never that good. Besides, most of our training is us trying to get back into the same fighting shape we had in our primes.

Juniper: Then all the times you kissed the dirt… You were used to fighting as an adult, not a teenager. That’s why you kept falling!

Jeanne: Yep! That’s it! I’m no where near as tall, or as big as I was back then.

Saphron: How tall were you?

Jeanne: I’m about, 5’7” right now. I peaked at, 6’2”.

Thiriana: And, what do you mean by, big?

Jeanne: Double G Cup~!

Janette: What?! Bullshit!

Thiriana: Nice~!

Angela: Did you seriously become that big?

Jeanne: Don’t worry, I won’t be the biggest among us.

Luna: Who will be?

Jeanne: Thiri, Double H Cup.

Thiriana: FUCK YEAH!

Juniper: Oh my… She’ll be as big as me.

Jaune: Yeah, you lot can go to that store, and get those heavy duty support bra’s then.

Arc Sister’s: What bra store?

Jeanne: I’ll tell you later.

Juniper: What did you do after that, Jaune?

Jaune: Went to, Mistral, fought some guys, saved, Minstral. Then I went to, Atlas, became a licensed Huntsman, tried to save it, but then Atlas, and Mantle were destroyed. As I was trying to get everyone out of there, and get them to, Vaccuo, I fell off of this magical walk way, and fell into the, Ever After. Got stuck there for like… twenty years before I was reunited with my friends. Deaged back into my teenage self, and then I finally got out of there, and… And… I should stop… talking…

Arc Family: …

Jaune: …

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: They’re taking this better than I thought.

Acheius: Okay… Uhhh… W-What about you; What did you do, Jeanne?

Jeanne: Evading eh? Okay then. Well, I was still at, Beacon. But, my team was going through a major shift. You see one of my teammates his name was, Pyrros Nikos.

Angela: Pyrros? Was this your version of, Pyrrha Nikos?

Jeanne: Yep. He wasn’t as nice of a person as, Pyrrha is…

Juniper: What did he do…

Jeanne: Nothing to me! Though I wish he would have tried…

Juniper: What?!

Jeanne: H-H-He tried to force my friend/teammate to give him a kiss because he was, Pyrros Nikos! If he did it to me I would have decked him! That’s it! I swear!

Juniper: I see…

Jeanne: I would have broken his aura, and his face for doing that to my sister! But, Jaune beat me to it…

Acheius: Defending your sister’s honour? Good on you son!

Jaune: Ah-hahaaa… No… That’s not why I did that…

Acheius: Then why did you?

Jaune: Ohh… My, Beacon was a, Grimm infested hellhole, while hers was perfectly fine. Dealing with all the trauma I got from, The Fall. Pyrros, and a few other people who tormented me in, Jeanne’s world. Well… I just sorta snapped.

Jeanne: I’ll say; you broke their auras, broke their bones, shattered their egos, and were a huge turned on for, Rin!

Jaune: Jeanne?! No names!

Jeanne: Oh… Sorry…

Saphire: Rin; Who’s, Rin?

Jeanne: She’s is…! Was… my teammate in my previous life.

Juniper: What was she like?

Jeanne: I can’t talk about her… Whole alternative universe possibilities thingy.

Juniper: I understand. But, was she special?

Jeanne: Not in the way you think. But, yeah… she was…

Jaune: Don’t worry, Jeanne, we’ll see her again.

Jeanne: Hopefully… So, after that, I got a new partner, who I eventually married, hopefully you’ll get to meet her soon. I graduated, Beacon at the top of my class. And, I lived out a nice full life before I died at the age of one hundred, and three.

Jaune: Wait? You lived till you were a hundred, and three?! Wow… I didn’t know that.

Jeanne: I don’t like talking about my death. I have to bring up your death if I did, which I am still uncomfortable talking about.

Luna: Uhh… H-How did you die, Jaune?

Jaune: Murder suicide. I sacrificed myself to kill the bitch who murdered, Pyrrha.

Arc Family: YOU WHAT?!!

Jaune: So, that’s about it. The floors open for questions! Bar those about my death, there’s too much I would have to explain to explain that.

Juniper: You’re not getting out of it that easily young man.

Jaune: Watch me. Yes, Angela?

Angela: Okay, why should we believe you? I mean… This… thing, as ludicrous as it sounds. It explains… a lot about the oddities you two have done. But, why should we believe you? Everything you’ve said is about things that could happen, and that only happened to you two. Why should we believe you?

Jaune: Fair. I wouldn’t believe you either if I said that to you. So how about this… Saphron?

Saphron: Oh no…

Jaune: You have a secret girlfriend. Her name is, Terra Cotta, she has brown skin, brown eyes, and brown hair. She wears red glasses, and is as tall as you are. She lives in, Argus, and works as an, Atlassian Telecommunications Specialist. She was living in an apartment until recently because bought herself a nice little house at, 118th Street West, house number 3. As soon as she did this she sent you a message asking if you wanted to move in with her. You said yes almost immediately, but you scared to tell the rest of us that you are planning on moving out to be with your girlfriend.

Saphron: How the… How the fuck do you know all of that?! I haven’t told anyone that!

Jaune: You told me, but just not yet.

Juniper: Wait… Saphron… I-Is this true?

Saphron: I would have preferred to say this on my own terms, but yes… Yes this is all true… I was planning on moving out next month to be with her.

Juniper: Oh my… This is… Oh gods…

Acheius: Looks like they’re telling the truth, Juniper.

Juniper: Huw?! Oh yeah, they’re telling the truth… But, my baby wants to move out?! Oh gods…?!

Luna: She’s more concerned with the fact, Saphron wants to move out, then the fact the twins are reincarnaters…

Angela: This… This isn’t all that surprising honestly.

Saphron: Was she like this when I told her?

Jaune: More, or less.

Saphron: Ahh… Peachy… So, if you know about my girlfriend, what else do you know about her; any little hints you could give me?

Jeanne: Bar the fact I was super jealous of you for things I cannot explain. No.

Saphron: Why not?

Jeanne: Because if I did, it may not happen.

Saphron: Eh?

Saphire: Are you talking about how in stories people are given a prophecy of their future fate, and said fate is something they wish to prevent so they do everything in their power to ensure it, but that only makes it enviable?

Jeanne: Yeah, pretty much that.

Acheius: So that’s why you’ve been keeping secrets; you scared of what might happen.

Jaune: That, and we may be taken to a psych-ward, and locked up.

Acheius: Fair.

Juniper: What are the differences between this… universe, and yours.

Jeanne: Mostly small stuff. The Headmistress of Beacon is Selma, it was a guy in, Jaune’s world. In my world the, White Fang was a peaceful organization, or at least, it always was, instead of the radical race supremacists terrorist they are now.

Jaune: I didn’t have a uncle in my world, least, not that I know of. Uncle Roman wasn’t… Well actually bar the fact we’re related there is not much difference between the two.

Jeanne: I had an aunt in my world. I miss her.

Jaune: And, Winter Schnee isn’t our potential sister. So yeah, we have just as many similarities as differences in this life. So, we are refraining from telling what happened in our worlds because, well, we don’t know what may happen in this world.

Saphire: So then, in the book series I wanted you to read, Ninjas of Love. You said you didn’t want to read it, was that because you’ve already read it in your past life?

Jaune: Yes, you forced me to read it, and before you ask for my opinions, the entire series, eight books of nothing, but utter smutty trash!

Saphire: Eight books?! There’s only four out right now! It’s getting more; tell me when?!

Jaune: Oops…

Jeanne: Does that mean I have to read more of that trash?! Aww man…

Jaune: You’ve been reading that trash?!

Jeanne: She keeps using those puppy dog eyes on me, I have no resistance to it!

Jaune: Weak.

Jeanne: Shut up. Any questions?

Juniper: Yes; The reason you two are so well skilled with your chosen weapons, and in fact knew exactly what kind of weapons, and armour you wanted is because you had this gear in your previous life?

Jaune: Yep, I had all the same gear in my past life.

Jeanne: Same.

Acheius: And, the reason you’re so tactically minded, Jaune is because of all the battles you fought right.

Jaune: I’ve always had a tactical mind, I’ve just sharpened it over the years.

Angela: Have you made any plans on what you’re going to do in this life?

Jeanne: A few. Since we don’t know what’s going to happen in this life we’re mostly just waiting to see what happens, and go from there.

Angela: What do you have planned?

Jeanne: Mostly reuniting with our old friends, and having the relationships we didn’t get to have in that life.

Saphire: What kind of relationship?

Jaune: Some will be romantic if you must know.

Saphire: How many?

Jaune: Myself? More than one at the least, you, Jeanne?

Jeanne: You, and one other person. I’ll probably have a relationship with the other members of your inevitable harem.

Jaune: Well, considering who may be involved that should be a given.

Juniper: Do I get grandkids out of your harem?

Jeanne: Jaune gave you your first grandkid in my life! She was absolutely gorgeous!

Juniper: The other me’s male version of the other me’s Jeanne was the first one to give me a grandchild? What were those kids doing?!

Jeanne: That’s what I was thinking too! Jaune already had an adorable nephew in his world! I didn’t have shit until he knocked up my partner!

Angela: Wait, you knocked up her partner? Was this during a… You called it a, ‘Swap’ right?

Jaune: Yeah, I knocked her up during a, ‘Swap.’ It was consensual mind you! She saw me, and practically pounced me. It’s always the quiet ones… Whoo!

Thiriana: But, why did she do that?

Jaune: Uhh… Jeanne?

Jeanne: She was an orphan who lost her family at a young age like so many others. So, she confessed to always wanting to be a mother, and having a family of her own one day when she grew up. When the swaps started happened she was one of a few people that was always kind to, Jaune so the two managed to bound. But, what really caused her to fall for you was that time you saved her on a mission. We were dealing with a bunch of bandits, and Rin was captured. They were about to… do things to her, when we swapped. I was trying to negotiate with them to get her back, but when we met up in the, ‘White Room,’ Jaune was there covered in blood. He told me she was safe, she was fine. Her clothes were a little torn, but she was safe. When I came back, she was standing before me with a faint blush on her face. I teased her relentlessly about her crush on, Jaune for months, until one day, after another swap, and meeting in the, ‘White Room.’ Jaune confessed to knocking her up. After that, she dropped out of, Beacon, me, and my team went home, and left her with you to help raise their child. She eventually grew up to become a exemplary huntress, and proud mother in her own right. Haaa… I miss them…

Juniper: You’ll see them, again, Jeanne. I know you will.

Jeanne: I know. I just don’t want to wait longer.

Thiriana: So she fell for, Jaune because he was the whole, ‘knight in shining white armour?’

Jeanne: Yes, but the beard, and wolf tail certainly helped.

Acheius: You grew a beard; Was it any good?

Jaune: Better than yours; It may have been an unkempt mess because I couldn’t shave it in years, but the ladies certainly liked it.

Acheius: Well, the lady certainly liked mine! Right dear~?

Juniper: No I…?!

Jaune: No she didn’t! If mom had a son you had to shave it off, that was the bet you two made, and thank gods you lost it!

Jeanne: Yeah, that thing was hideous.

Acheius: Y-You remember that…?!

Jaune: I remember it.

Jeanne: We both remember it…

Juniper: You you two were just born?! How can you remember that?!

Jeanne: Hell if I know.

Jaune: The gods are a punch of dicks, what more can we say about why this all happened.

Angela: Gods, don’t you mean goddesses?

Jaune: No… wasn’t this world run by two brother gods…?

Angela: No, the legends say it was run by two sister goddesses.

Jaune: …

Jaune: Well the moon’s still broken; so instead of a punch of gods who are massive dicks, they’re a bunch of bitches.

Angela: They broke the moon?!

Jaune: And, they’re assholes, moving on!

Jeanne: Any questions?

Juniper: Does anyone…?

Arc Family: No. I’m good. Too much to think about to ask really.

Juniper: Okay… I guess that’s it. We’ll just ask you if there’s anything we think about.

Jeanne: Okay, that’s fine…

Jaune: I guess that’s it. We’ll talk later. Family meeting adjured.

Luna: Wait! One question?

Jaune: Haa… And, what’s that?

Luna: What’s the next winning lottery numbers?!

Jaune: …

Jeanne: …

Arc Family: …

Luna: What?

Jeanne: All these fascinating things could, and did happen to us, and you want to know lottery numbers?!

Luna: Yes…?

Jaune: Haaa…

Jaune: 40-21-588.

Luna: Fuck yeah! See you guys latter, momma’s gonna become rich! Hahahaha!!!

Acheius: A-Are those seriously the winning lottery numbers…?

Jaune: Nope. I just wanted to mess with her.

Jeanne: Nice~!

Acheius: Oh, okay then…

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Ughhh… It’s done… It’s finally done!

I couldn’t finish this for weeks, but it’s finally done! Not my best, but it is done.

Enjoy~!

#rwby #jaune arc #jeanne arc #juniper arc #acheius arc #pyrrha nikos #roman torchwick #lie ren #winter schnee #rwby salem

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elinorasims · 18 hours

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Build | Strangerville | Ziggy's Diner

Lot Info

Ziggy's is a compact restaurant and bar combo with a Strangerville twist: classic red booths and an elongated mid-century modern bar layout meets sci-fi inspired and 50's-kitsch inspired cluttered decor..

It's giving the diner from the movie 'Paul'. I hope. lol

Ziggy's has a fully customised menu featuring some Mountain States inspired comfort dishes and some American classics (full menu below the cut).

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| hi my loves

hopefully you like this one- it was super fun to build and I'm finding my feet a bit more building for this save, i think!

it's been playtested (briefly lol) and should be fully functional and a smooth enough restaurant experience for your sims to enjoy.

i love Paul so much aha we watched it this past weekend and i was immediately like 'yup. gotta go do a strangerville build now.'

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Ziggy's Diner Menu

Drinks water ; lemonade ; milk ; orange juice ; coffee ; cream cola ; fizzy fruity drink ; pitch black ; root beer float ; soda ; tang and zing ; boiler room ; eapa ; juice on the rocks ; wrench ; galactic vita-water ; silent film ; sour punch ; sunset valley ; alien juice ; cupid juice ; space energy drink ; jet juice

Appetisers chips and salsa ; mac and cheese ; bowl of olives ; bread roll ; french fries ; whole wheat bread ; popcorn shrimp ; garden salad ; cheesy bread ; grilled plantains ; seafood chowder ; soft shell crab cake ; empanadas ; watermelon salad

Mains mac and cheese ; chicken nuggets ; popcorn shrimp ; baked potato ; hot dog ; lobster roll ; veggie burger ; chicken and waffles ; fried chicken sliders ; mushroom waffles ; sausage and peppers ; scrambled eggs with bacon ; seafood chowder ; tofu dog ; fish tacos ; hamburger ; fried fish ; pancakes ; aubergine Parmesan ; sweet corn pizza ; mushroom steak ; french toast ; vegetable chilli ; egg white omelette ; mushroom soup ; bbq ribs plate ; blackened bass ; gumbo ; steak

Dessert neapolitan ice cream ; rainbow sorbet ; vanilla ice cream ; alien fruit tart ; cream filled donut ; cream snack cake ; honey cake ; plain waffles ; rainbow brownies ; hamburger cake ; chocolate chip cookie ; apple pie ; banana cream pie ; pumpkin pie ; simcity cheesecake ; fruit cobbler

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blackwood4stucky · 3 months

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do you trust me with your scars enough to show me your heart

author: aspen blackwood

series: wonder if it's room in heaven for savages

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

masterpost | 🅼 | word count: 3455 | multichapter fic

tags: creature au, non traditional omegaverse, pre war ➳ ww2 era stucky, twisted fairytale

There was always a sweetness that lingered in Steve’s nose whenever he spent time with Bucky Barnes. It was a light floral scent with underlying honey and peach that followed Bucky wherever he went. Steve was never too far behind, low eyes and an intoxicated grin gracing his features every time. It was the look of a boy caught in a snare. - A dark and twisted fairytale.

bingo fills + event prompts

@anyfandomaubingo | free space

@afgomegaversebingo | falling asleep together

@anyfandomfluffbingo | cuddling in bed

@augustwritingchallenge: april showers brings m-au flowers | flower language

@avengersbingo | soulmate au

@badthingshappenbingo | forgetting to eat

@buckybarnesbingo: round 6 | u1: bed sharing

@buckybarnesevents

babb 2023 | soulgazing [march prompt] hot bucky summer 2024 | week 4: free week

creatures & cryptids: into the wilds bingo | will o’ wisp

crossover bingo | soulmates au

@eclipsingbingo

card 1 | blood from mouth card 2 | biting

@fandombingo: r1999 bingo | rpf card: "your hands are trembling"

@fandom-free-bingo

valentine’s edition | fairy au wild edition | broken skin + childhood friends world book night edition | iele au

@hurtcomfort-bingo | falling asleep on each other

hurt and comfort bingo: pick your poison bingo round 1 | fever

@julybreakbingo: pre july 24 | canon divergence, kink: wings

@kinky-things-happen | cuddling

loversbingo

the conflict | throwing a punch the reeling | unsure & suspicious the solution | dark magic

scalding hot: consent issues bingo | wings as erogenous zones

@seasonaldelightsbingo: language of flowers bingo | spearmint [warm sentiment]

@stuckygeekevents: stucky geek bingo | tension, body image issues

@sweetspicybingo: hurt/comfort bingo | hand holding

@the-slumberparty: sundae bar | cookies & cream: soulmates

@yearoftheotpevent | march: fairytale au

read ch. 1: a maze you love getting lost in

ao3 | sqwa

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idontplaytrack · 5 months

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My Biggest Mistake

Jos Cleary-Lopez x fem! reader

Warnings: angst, drinking/alcohol, descriptions and mentions of kissing while tipsy, coarse language, self-harm descriptions, sickness

In which a heated make-out session was denied by Jos after the fact.

(Pictures used above are from Pinterest & Tumblr)

“You said you loved me last night.”

“Drunk words don’t mean shit.”

“Are you serious?” You scoffed.

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“That’s not— fuck it, Jos. I’m so tired. Whatever. If you say it didn’t mean anything, then it didn’t. So did every other time you told me that, right?”

You ran away from her, without a destination in mind. You heard Jos call for you then it was just silence. The only sound keeping you company was your crying.

Eventually, you stopped before a diner. One you and Jos frequented, hesitating for a moment, you somehow stepped inside still teary eyed and found a seat at the bar. “Oh, honey…” A longtime staff member noticed you,“What’s the matter?”

“I don’t know. I fucked things up with Jos.” You revealed through sniffles.

“I’m sure—”

“Last night she got a little tipsy. And kissed me for the first time and said she loved me. To my face.” You continued, “I brought it up earlier, and she just said ‘drunk words don’t mean shit.’ She could’ve just told me she wasn’t ready to say it yet and I would’ve been okay with it— but that— shit hurt.”

“You two have been together for—”

“Yeah, I’m not so sure about that, Erin.” You sigh, accepting the cookies and cream milkshake. “Thanks.”

“No problem, honey.” She smiled.

As you sipped on the beverage, your mind drifts.

“The problem lies within the fact that I want more. That’s what scares me the most, because I don’t want to want more. But I can’t help it. I’m not supposed to want more. I’m not supposed to have anyone love me. That’s just crazy.”

“Crazy? What’s crazy is this, y/n. Some guy at school just called you a freak and punched your face for no reason and you just walk away? Why do you put up with this?”

“I don’t know, Jos. My brain is like— it’s broken, okay? After years and years of pushing aside my own feelings. I just don’t have them anymore. I don’t care anymore. They can just do whatever they want with me.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s okay for people to assault you. It’s a fucking crime, baby.”

“Hey, how you feelin’?”

“I’m okay. It’s just a cold.” Jos smiled sleepily, her eyes barely open as she turned to be on her side so she could look at you.

You pulled her desk chair up to the side of her bed and sat down. You brush the hair out of her eyes and stroked her cheek, “I’ve missed you.”

A smile tugs at her lips. Very tiny, but you could see it.

“Oh, my God. y/n, why didn’t you call me? Or text me?”

“For what? I’m just on my period.”

“So I can come over and take care of you?”

“Sorry. I’m just— not used to that.”

With a soft sigh, she presses a kiss to your lips, “Let me take care of you, okay? What do you want me to do? Craving anything?”

“Nope. I’m actually about to go and puke my guts out in a minute or so.”

“Okay, then I’ll hold your hair and rub your back.”

“Jos, please— stop.”

She scoffs, arm falling to her sides as she looked up you from the floor.

“You’re gonna kill yourself one day and I don’t want to be here to see that. I want you to get better, for yourself. Not for me.”

The burns and some blisters on her forearms started to form. You cringed internally.

“I’ve been trying.” She admitted. “I started seeing a therapist…but still…”

“Keep going. Be consistent. I’ll be right by your side.”

“y/n, please talk to me.”

“I don’t know how to say it. Any of it.” You avoided eye contact, “You hate me.”

“I do not. y/n, I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.”

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“Jos.” Erin says.

Jos? Oh, hell.

“Talk it out.” Erin nudged. She was right behind you- you could feel her. There was no running away now. Absolutely no chance.

“I have to talk to you, y/n. I can’t just let all of that go. I can’t let you go.”

Tears pricked at your eyes again and the painful lump in your throat returns. You pushed the milkshake away from you, turning around in the stool to come face to face with her. With Jos, whose eyes were red and puffy. Dried tears stained her cheeks as her hair was disheveled, flyaways all over her face.

“I shouldn’t have said that to you. I shouldn’t have said that because I didn’t mean what I said. My brain tells me to push you away but I just can’t do it— it’s so wrong to do that to you because I know in my heart that I love you. No matter what my fucked up brain tells me to think at times. I love you. Please know that. Please know that I love you so much, y/n.” Jos takes a deep breath halfway through, shakily, “Sometimes I just…I don’t know why but I have a bad day and I start assuming people don’t really care about me so I go, ‘okay, then- you’re on your own, get through this shitty day on your own. No one else can help you.’ When I calm down, I know that’s not true because I have you. But I just need to keep working on that, y/n…getting my mind to unlearn that terrible habit, coping method. Ever since The Power came into play, I lost my friends…I even lost my own family even though we live under the same roof. No one gets what I’m dealing with like you do even though they see me everyday- day in, and day out. I didn’t want you to be the only one carrying the weight of my problems….I have to learn that in life, it’s okay to share. Especially with someone I call my partner. Because I know that I would not hesitate to hear you out, to be there and listen to what you have to say so you can get what you need to get, off your mind. I would never want you to go through your struggles alone.”

As she spoke to you, you took the time to take deep breaths and calm down, wiping your tears away as you prepared yourself to respond, “Jos, I feel the same way about you. I really care about you and love you. I don’t want you to be scared to share with me. You can always be honest with me and we will work through everything together. I have my own issues, and I’m also trying my best to get better. I need you to remember that no matter how bad a day seems. It was wrong for me to snap at you- that’s something I have to change about myself. But remember this conversation when times get tough…when we both can’t seem to get out of our own heads. Remember this.”

“My biggest mistake time and time again was that I hurt your feelings and I am so terribly sorry for that.” Jos cups your cheeks, wiping your tears away, “I’m sorry, do you forgive me?”

Swallowing harshly, you gave her a nod. She pulls you in for a kiss, you hopped off the stool to deepen the connection. Her hand finds its way around your waist and your back, yours does the same right before a mutual breakaway. Jos held you, looking right into your eyes before she uttered, “I love you. I mean it— every single time.”

You nodded, “I know. I love you, too, Jos.”

“Erin, can we get a waffle with a scoop of chocolate ice cream and some whipped cream, please?” Jos sniffed, sitting down in the stool beside yours.

“Certainly, dear. Coming right up.”

Jos dug through her pockets to locate her wallet and took out the amount of money needed for the bill while you continued to sip on your milkshake, trying not to cry again. Jos hands you a packet of tissues silently, knowing that you needed this peacefulness. She rubs your back intermittently while she waited on the waffle and kept an eye on you. Well, not exactly. She just liked looking at you while you did absolutely nothing sometimes. Next thing you knew, was that you felt her hand on the side of your head— her fingers combing through your slightly tangled hair and tucked some behind your ear.

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The waffle was what you and Jos had on your first date right here in this very place. Eight months ago. Both of you have come a long way, and it definitely hasn’t been easy. It’s been tough as shit some days and made you feel like pulling teeth— yours and hers alike. Today was one of those days, but it ended up well.

The waffle was your go-to order every time you two stopped by this establishment. And Erin, she’s become a great friend over time.

“You girls want some tea or coffee?” Erin asks.

“I’ll have a coffee. She’ll have tea.” Jos answers with a swift nod of her head.

“Alrighty.”

A minute later, Erin returns with a cup of coffee and tea. “How much—”

“On the house.”

“No—”

“y/n, don’t fight me on this. You’re not gonna win, my dear.”

Jos cracked a smile, then chuckled. “Okay, Erin. Fine.” You giggled, “Thank you.”

When you and Jos left the diner, it was nightfall. The sun had almost completely set already, the gusts of chilly wind blew through your hair, which felt very nice. Jos leaned her head on your shoulder for a second to take in the moment before leading you to her car about a block away.

“My place or yours?”

“Yours, it’s closer from here than mine.”

“Okay.” With that, she started driving. Pop music on the radio played softly through the speakers meanwhile.

The two of you didn’t speak for the whole ride, but it was a comfortable silence. Once home, Jos leads you up to her room after greeting her family. You two got changed then joined her family for dinner— it was pleasant. They always loved having you around. Afterwards, you quietly retreated to Jos’ room because of the growing ache in your head. When you entered her room, she was already laying a stack of clothes each for you and herself. “Come on, let’s go take a nice shower. I know your head must be killing you right now. I know mine is.”

Stripping off your clothes, you tossed it in the hamper and Jos does the same then walked into the shower together with you.

“Is the water okay? Is it too warm for you?” She asks you softly.

“Yeah. It’s okay.” You said, tilting your head side to side in order to stretch out the muscles as the warm water hits your skin. Jos hums in response, shampooing your hair for you once it was wet enough and also helped you to wash your body.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t have to thank me, baby.” You could almost hear her smiling as she spoke to you. Her hand massages your scalp for a little bit longer as your head remained under the warm water. You felt a little bad you couldn’t exactly help her do the same, because she was quite a bit taller than you, but she says it was okay. “Just give me some cuddles and we’re even.” She laughs softly, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

After drying yourselves off, you two promptly got changed and climbed into bed to watch movies on Jos’ laptop. Jos laid her head in your lap, focusing on the movie but also feeding you a Swedish Fish every now and then.

“I do not feel like going to school tomorrow.” Jos revealed.

“It’s Friday, though.” You mentioned, eyes flicking down to look at her. Your fingers were still combed through her hair, massaging her head.

“Damn, right. Those dumplings are really good.” Jos grins, “Yeah, let’s just go.”

“Then maybe we can go to the park for a walk after school. Get something to eat after.” You suggested.

“Sounds good.” Jos agrees.

“You tired?”

“A little. But I think we can just finish this movie and go to sleep.” Jos bit back a yawn.

“Alright.” You bent down to kiss her on the side of her forehead, “Let’s do that.”

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spider-jaysart · 2 years

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The Damisquad when getting movie snacks for the movie:

Jon: Would buy almost everything from the snack counter and a large cherry slushie

Damian: Buys Jon almost everything in the snack counter and the large cherry slushie, and only gets himself a bucket of plain popcorn with a medium sized soda (since he doesn't want to be running to the bathroom in the middle of the movie if he bought a large, which he assumes is what's gonna pretty much happen to the rest of the group for getting themselves a large)

Colin: Buys himself a bag of chips and a cold blueberry slushie

Billy: Sneaks in his own snacks and just buys a large soda for himself

Jake and Mar'i: They both buy a big pack of gummy worms and share it together and also buy two large cups of grape sodas for themselves as well

Kathy: Gets herself some strawberry ice cream from the ice cream area in the theater

Maya: Gets herself a large bucket of buttered popcorn with a large cherry soda to enjoy as well

Emily (@quartzgallery's oc, who's a DC civilian kid that's also a friend of Jon's): Buys a pack of Chips Ahoy chocolate chip cookies, a Hershey mlik chocolate bar, and a large cup of Hawaiian punch juice

Kid!Jay: Gets himself a pack of regular flavored M&M's and a grape slushie

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chocolatechimsugakookie2 · 2 years

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4Towns Favorite candy 🍭

Requested by @4townsworld <3

Robaire💚

To me Ro definitely loves simpler candy! He lovesss Skittles! Doesn’t matter which kind it just has to be Skittles!

Now when it comes to chocolate Robaire is very fancy (obviously) so he definitely likes Ferrero Rocher

Jesse💙

Jesse is the biggest fan of Swedish Fish and Sour Patch specifically the watermelon one! Give him a bag of those, and they’re gone! (See what I did there 🤪)

For chocolate he definitely loves Hershey’s with almonds! ONLY WITH ALMONDS he won’t eat it if there is no almonds

Aaron T

Now this man is a candy bandit! He likes almost any candy as long as it good!! But he does have his favorites! He lovesss Laffy Taffy! To him it’s the best thing he has ever had!

He definitely is a fan of chocolate, so when it comes to a crunch bar he will chow down!!!

Aaron Z

Z was hard to choose to me! I feel like he is an Air Heads, Sour Punch Straws, and Hot Tamales kind of guy, so either of those will work!

For Chocolate he definitely loves Snickers for sure!!!! They never get old for him!

Taeyoung

Now this man is a sucker for Hi-chews!! To him it’s the best candy in the world and you can’t change his mind! He gives Ro the ugliest looks when he sees Baire eating Starbursts.

This man will kill for chocolate!! You will find him with chocolate smudges on his mouth and he’ll have no regrets! His favorite is Hersheys Cookies and Cream.

This was nice to make! It was like an adventure trying to find things! Thanks for the request ✨

#4town #4 town #4townie #4*town #4town aaron t #4town aaron z #4town jesse #4town taeyoung #4town robaire #4 townie #4town headcanons #4 town headcanons #4town imagines

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ferinehuntress · 8 months

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˚ * ˙ ⭒ ⊱ MUSE DETAILS .

◈　𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥　 ⋯　Snow Leopard ◈　𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫　 ⋯　Lavandula ◈　𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭　 ⋯　An exotic warm scent of Black Orchid with a soft sensual scent of Jasmine oil mixed with warm undertone sandalwood and amber. Only body wash she uses ever. ◈　𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞　 ⋯　None, she hates coffee ◈　𝐓𝐞𝐚　 ⋯　Either warm or cold, spiced chai with a mixture of cool milk and dashed with cinnamon powder or a stick of cinnamon ◈　𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤　 ⋯　Tends to drink different kind of fruit drinks, her favorite being orange juice or a type of fruit punch mix. ◈　𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞　 ⋯　Mulled Wine, mixed with hints of spice and cinnamon, dash of orange in red wine. Or Scotch Whisky, a smokey wood flavor, with a touch of sweetness and the slight fruity taste as well, plus the spices. ◈　𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝　 ⋯　Must also have some kind of meat. Tends to lean into minced bolognese speghetti or a sirloin meat sandwich. ◈　𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭　 ⋯　Red Velvet cupcakes, topped with vanilla creme icing and sprinkled with some cinnamon. ◈　𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠　 ⋯　Tends to wear button up shirts and pants, also with thigh high boots (low heels). ALWAYS wearing a holster with her pistol on her right side. Colors vary from white, black, blue, purple, or silver. NEVER Navy Blue anymore. ◈　𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲　 ⋯　Chocolate covered strawberries, a hard exterior and sweet soft interior. ◈　𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭-𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝　 ⋯　ambidextrous; but primarily left handed. ◈　𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠　 ⋯　Neat yet slightly wild; a mix of proper penship taught from ehr former education but dashed with wild expressive movement to show her own personal choices. ◈　𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞　 ⋯　Clean house, but chaotic organization of her room. Tends to leave papers, folders, and books scattered around when she's busy but she always knows where everything is despite the mess. ◈　𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭　 ⋯　Night, she is a snow leopard vastaya, who hunt at twilight and night, and sleep during the day. ◈　𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞　 ⋯　Done when they are done; whether early or last minute all depends on the situation at hand. ◈　𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞　 ⋯　Of the five, Caitlyn primarily is physical touch with a secondary of quality time. However, she has a six love language with Vi that is unique only to themselves that no one understands. ◈　𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭　 ⋯　No. caitlyn does not believe in fate or the idea of love at first sight. Love is hard earned and well kept, learning a person before you can fall in love.

◈　𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥　 ⋯　Tiger ◈　𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫　 ⋯　Violeae ◈　𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭　 ⋯　A natural smoky scent, with the touches of warm wood, earthy cedar and undertones of leather. ◈　𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞　 ⋯　None, Vi doesn't like the bitterness of Coffee. ◈　𝐓𝐞𝐚　 ⋯　Sweet tea, often super sweet cold tea, or she tends to favor spice chai teas with some milk. ◈　𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤　 ⋯　flavored water, typically orange or pineapple. Tends to lean to citrus flavors ◈　𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞　 ⋯　Brandy, tends to favor the ones that have notes of cinnamon, vanilla, a touch of citrus and warm to the taste ◈　𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝　 ⋯　In Zaun, she tended to eat lots of fish or octopus (avoided teh 'special meat' she use to ahve to eat) but now she prefers thick steaks or meat sandwiches. ◈　𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭　 ⋯　Cookies n' Cream ice cream or some triple chocolate cake topped with chocolate shavings. ◈　𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠　 ⋯　Leather jackets and baggy pants for easier movement and agility. Comfortable shirts (no sleeves unless absolutely nessecary). ◈　𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲　 ⋯　Mint chocolate or silky milk chocolate bars ◈　𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭-𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝　 ⋯　Left Handed ◈　𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠　 ⋯　Its considered sloppy though still easily read, bold, slightly right slanted. She only knows how to write because Vander taught her to read and write. ◈　𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞　 ⋯　Vi tends to have a cluttered messy home, but easy to walk in. ◈　𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭　 ⋯　Night, Tiger are twilight and night hunters and tend to rest during the day. ◈　𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞　 ⋯　Task? what task? She just does whatever needs to be done when its ready to do. She tends to get easily distracted and jump from task to task. ◈　𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞　 ⋯　Physical touch as she is very touch starved, with a secondary language of acts of service. She has a sixth love language shared with Caitlyn that cannot be done with anyone else. ◈　𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭　 ⋯　No. Vi has never believed in love at first sight and believes its a fairy tale told to the rich to make them feel all lovey dovey. Even her relationship with Caitlyn was not love at first sight and had to be developed with time.

❥ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘　 ⋯ 　@jynxd, @zaunseye, @shimmerbeasts, @blackrosesmatron, and @playgroundmonsters ❥ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆　 ⋯　anyone who wants to. I think everyone I know has done this, so just steal it from me.

#[ caitlyn games ] — i had a break in the case .#[ vi games ] — you talk to much .#omg #this took me 3 tries to do this #i'm so not doing anyone else #and I tried to remember who all tagged me #it was a lot of you XD

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