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acciocriativity · 7 months

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WRITTEN IN THE STARTS - KHJ (FROM THE 300 FOLLOWERS EVENT)

(Pictures are not mine, credits for the rightful owners)

Requested from @redheavenwater

This was the definition of trust the process, but ended up as my fav soulmate! au that I've written. I hope you guys enjoy it just as much as I did. @snwusberry your post pushed me to finish this, so thank you very much, love 💕

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It was obvious, so obvious to the point of being written in the starts, but it seems like your soulmate didn’t know how to freaking read.

Where the actual fuck are they?

You’ve been walking around the lake for hours now. The place was packed, there were kids running around, parents screaming, dogs barking, and you had a headache for the last 40 minutes.

It was the third time a place appeared in your dreams, the place where you’d met your soulmate, and you swore the moment you found them, they would be dead. You being there was all their fault in the first place, since they seemed to like nature so bad.

The first time it was a waterfall in the countryside, 135 km away from the comfort of your home. You knew you had the right place as soon as you found the photos. The where you had, but the when was nothing more than a feeling. Three days later to be exact. You were confident in your powers to be excited about this moment… but they didn’t show up, and you made sure to put in the effort to look out for them still.

Is still fate if I have to put this much effort?

You asked yourself as you looked around the beautiful place. It still was a beautiful place, you had to admit the motherfucker had a good taste.

In the other side of the park, Hongjoong sighed as he took another disappointing photo at that beautiful place. If anyone looked from the outside, they could say it was good, almost perfect. But there was something missing, a certain someone, actually.

Ever since he could breathe, he had this vision of his soulmate when he was asleep. She was in his every dream, first in the background, then little by little the protagonist alongside of him. If he closed his eyes, he could see her blurry figure running as fast as possible from a giant monster, but the tattoos in her arms always stood out. The symbol of the witches was the only part he could find on the internet, the meaning of the rest remained unknown. It wasn’t like he did nothing to find her, but he never felt like any of the girls that fitted the description was the real her.

One more, just one more to finish this project

He put his camera inside his bag, then grabbed all of his stuff.

He needed a change in scenery, now, something good enough so that he wouldn’t hate to look at the photos for the next 6 hours while editing them. The families around almost made him regret the decision of coming today. It was his intention to capture those spontaneous moments, but oh god how much he wished it was him in one of those photos instead.

He looked around once again, searching for an empty spot. The lake caught his eyes first, the light shining in the water would make a good shot. Then he saw a girl, she had curly hair as far as he could tell…

Don’t, don’t do this bullshit again, there are a lot of girls like that around here

Yet he couldn’t control the way his heart pumped fast in his chest. He slapped his own chest. It was like that every time, his stupid heart would make him have some faith just to be disappointed later…. he fooled himself a lot this week, so why not one more time? The pain will be Hongjoong’s future problem.

He walked slowly to the other side of the lake, he made sure to take the longer way around it, and to count 30 seconds before he looked at her again, that was a respectful break, right? right?? His hands were shaking, why his hands were freaking shaking? Did he ever feel like this before? No, he couldn’t remember, actually he couldn’t think at the moment, so maybe he did.

You laid down on the grass, tired of all the walking you did and still planned to do today, but especially tired of your own thoughts. You closed your eyes as you tried to let yourself relax for a moment, but the confusion refused to left your body. More than angry, you couldn’t understand why you were failing so much. You were never so mistaken, ever since you’re first discovering your powers in divination.

What if they don’t want to s…

Something felt weird, so weird to the point where you couldn’t dwell in a hole of self-pity anymore. It was like an itch in your mind, but you couldn’t figure it out what it was. Then it became a heat under the skin of your arm, you thought it was actually going to burn you.

You sat as fast as you could, then took out the jacket you wore on top of your dress. All the black ink in your arms slowly but surely turned into a deep purple right in front of your eyes.

Hongjoong felt tears in his eyes as the burning in his skin turned into lines of purple ink, from the very tip of his shaking fingers to his shoulders. He was crying because of the unbearable pain, but then he recognized the symbol, the witch symbol on his body. He was born nothing more than a human, he was sure of it. Now he was crying for a whole other reason.

He envisioned this moment a lot, how romantic and sweet it would be, and he’d shared it with his grandkids one day.

The moment his eyes met yours… he wanted to run.

“You’re going down”, you said as you got up and ran straight to him.

He was paralyzed. it was exactly like the scene in his dream, but now he could see in the perfect angle to have all of your features memorized and… why wasn’t you slowing down?

He felt all of his air leaving his lungs as you both fell to the ground.

“So that’s how it feels to fell in love?”, he dared to say as you leaned over him. You hit his left arm with all the anger you still feel.“Ow, that one, it’s still hurting…”

“Oh, sorry”, you hit the other one.

“Ow, how are you so strong…”, he whined as he moved his arms out of your reach.

“How did you miss the only girl in a protected national park 103 km away from civilization? Are you blind or stupid?”, you tried to keep yourself mad, but it was getting harder and harder as he stared at you with adoration in his eyes.

“Wha- yo- you mean you were there?”, he was wide-eyed staring at you while you got off of him.

“Weren’t you?”

“I got sick that day, I had to ca- wait, you were waiting for me that day? all day?”, he sat up and scoot over beside you, his smile was way too big for someone who just got attack by his soulmate.

His eyes scanned your face over and over and over.

You had people think you were a god because of your powers, but never someone looking at you like you were a god just by existing like he was doing at that moment.

You didn’t know what to do, nor what to say. This wasn’t going how you planned. You were the one making people shy, not the opposite.

“What is your name?”, he asked after a minute in silence.

It was a reasonable question, but it caught you off guard. That was his first question after you jumped him like an angry animal? He didn’t seem fazed after the initial shock.

“Why?”

“I’ll need it for the formal complaint in the police”.

You were the one left speechless as he laughed so hard he fell on his back.

You couldn’t help but giggle, his laugh was too funny to resist.

“How can I be forgiven?”, you asked as you looked down at him. You didn’t notice how much you were smiling, but he did.

“How about you stay like this while I get my camera?”

“That easy?”, you corrected your posture.

“Yeah… it’s all I need”.

#soulmate au #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez headcanons #ateez masterlist #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong fluff #kim hongjoong fluff #ateez hongjoong

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fizzing-imagines · 11 months

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Hellfire After Hours | Billy Hargrove x Plus Size! Alt! Reader

Notes: I've tried uploading this 20 times now until I realized that tumblr won't let me post until I delete the entire smut scene. So here y'all have the censored version (u can dm me for the smut scene lol). Please note that reader is female in this and don't be hard on me, this is my first time writing smut. Big thank you to @billyssillywilly for helping me out. Enjoy!

Bad End: Here

Good End: Here

Warnings: Bullying, Swearing and sexual innuendos

Word Count: 2.5k-ish

Billy wasn't supposed to look twice when you passed by him. You hung out with the freaks, blasted Black Sabbath when pulling into the parking lot, wore dark makeup and ripped clothes. In addition, you had a few extra pounds to you. There was nothing he should be attracted to, but yet he was. He couldn't stop imagining your blood red lips wrapped around his dick, and grabbing your plushy hips while slamming into you. He wanted nothing more than to rip your clothes even further while making you tell him what you do with your freak-friend Gareth Emerson every other day after school. And he hated you for it. He despised you more than anyone else in the school for something that was entirely his fault. And he has tried everything to get you down. Billy has called you a cow, fatso, lard-ass, you name it, he said it to you. But last time, when he called you a quarter pounder, all you said was "At least I get pounded." and it made his dick twitch. And he hated Gareth for getting what he wanted so desperately, but what he hated more was that Gareth not only didn't care what he had to say but also that you protected him. That freak wasn't even your boyfriend, for fuck sake.

Billy Hargrove hated you like nothing else in Hawkins High.

"He's starring again.", Gareth mumbled to you at lunch. The two of you were seated at your table, waiting for your other friends to join. "Who?", you asked with a half-full mouth of mac and cheese. "Hargrove.", your friend-with-benefits replied. All you did was shrug your shoulders and put another fork full of your food in your mouth. "Let him. What is he gonna do, tell me to eat less food?" The last three words were spoken in a mocking tone. Gareth chuckled at your words and looked back at his food, but not before sneaking a glance at your boobs that were practically squeezing out of your Coroded Coffin tube top. You didn't comment since you couldn't blame him. One thing you were confident in is your looks - and you knew that Billy has been thirsting after you. Did you hate him? Yes, absolutely, but knowing that he secretly wanted to bang you was hilarious and such a treat. Speaking of the devil:

"Hey fattie.", Billy called over before standing next to you. "You ain't gonna loose weight if you keep eating junk like a pig." All you did was giggle at his words before replying: "Are you sure you want me to loose weight? My tits would be so much smaller, and I know how much you love starring at them." Billy was flabbergasted for a good second before scoffing and turning heel to walk away, but not before calling you a cow. "You know, I think you'll eventually regret talking to him like that.", Gareth said before eating a fork full of salad. "Oh really? What is the big manbaby gonna do?" You laughed and continued eating.

Just like your friends, you were in the Hellfire Club. Eddie had another campaign, a really good one, but your sorcerer died in a kamikaze attack to save Gareth the Great just an hour into the game. It frustrated you that you had to sit there for two more hours without doing anything, even though you loved listening to how Eddie led his campaign. The party and the campaign were finished after three hours total, leaving you as the next dungeon master for the following two sessions. As always, you volunteered to clean up after everyone so you left last. What you didn't expect was the basketball team to finish at the same time today. They were always done long before Hellfire finished up, so you saw them loading their cars as you walked out of the school. You threw your D&D books in your trunk while hearing the remaining cars driving away. Just as you thought you were alone while slamming your trunk shut, someone stood next to you. "What do you want?", you asked in a condescending tone while putting your school bag into the passenger seat. "You got a real big mouth, you know that?" He fumbled a cigarette out while talking - and he looked pissed. "You know, for someone who will always be a single imbecile. You should be nice, at least if you have to be fat." You scoffed at his words while leaning against your car. Any other day than today you would've made a passing comment, get behind the wheel and drive away. But now, after having your character be killed at the beginning of the campaign, being yelled at by your gym teacher and now Billy saying this you've had it. "You know, you're gonna be one of those husbands who yells at his wife to make him a sandwich and get divorced three times." He glared at you, even though he provoked you. "And your kids won't talk to you. They'll let you rot away in a nursing home while you wonder why nobody loves you." He got closer and looked down on you, probably hoping to intimidate you. It didn't work. "You'll never get the pleasure of a wife who will make you lunch for work and homemade cookies for desert. There is nothing but sadness, Billy." He blew the smoke from his cigarette in your face and pit it out on the roof of your car. "What are you gonna do, huh? Punch me? Do it. Fucking do it, you pussy." You didn't care anymore, the words were spit from your mouth, right at his face. You were fed up with him and his bullshit. But Billy, who cares too much, grabbed you by your jaw and pushed your back against your own car. Admittedly, you were a bit scared now but in some sick way...it made you horny. He looked beyond pissed, a storm was brewing in his eyes, his jaw clenched and nostrils widened. And you couldn't think of anything more attractive. "I hate you, so much.", he hissed out. "How can you not be miserable, looking the way you do." It wasn't a question towards you. More so, he asked himself how you can be happy while he had to suffer by himself. Billy felt how a lump formed in his throat, but he knew he couldn't cry. Not in public, and especially not in front of you.

What you didn't know was that Neil shoved Billy into his bookshelf this morning. He shoved him so hard that the bookshelf almost fell on top of him and his back was bruised. But he couldn't cry - he had to get Max and him to school. All day, it kept building up. His team lost in gym class, he failed math and had to explain that to Neil now, he got detention and now you read him like a book. Everything build up, and it became too much. He needed a way to let it out. That way was you.

"Dude, it's okay to cry.", you told him with a raised eyebrow. "Just do that shit in your car. I'm not your therapist." Billy let you push him off of you easily, giving you the chance to get in your car and drive off.

After that incident, Billy left you alone for two weeks. Even when his friends wanted to tease you, he just told them that you're not worth it and walked away. Gareth, knowing you enough, noticed it at the beginning of week two. "What's with Hargrove?", he asked you while giving you his desert cookie. With a grin, you took it from him while saying: "What's supposed to be with him?" Gareth looked past your head to see Billy eating at the popular kids table without starting a conversation. Only a short glance at you sometimes. "Keeps looking at you, but hasn't said anything in, what, a week?" You smirked at Gareth, winked at him and asked: "Jealous?", which was followed by your other friends at the table, aka Corroded Coffin, making gagging noises. "No seriously, what is it with him?", Gareth kept pushing. You haven't told any of them what had happened with Billy, you didn't want to tell nor have them know. But now that Gareth noticed, they won't stop asking until you told them what had happened. So you told them, whispered everything you could remember to them just quietly enough for nobody to overhear, conveniently leaving out the part where his anger turned you on. Jeff sat open-mouthed without saying a word, Gareth and his best friend started talking about how much of an asshole he is while Eddie sat and watched the other react. "It's not a big deal, seriously.", you reassured them while unpacking your cookie. "His ego is bruised, so what? Big deal." The four guys shared a look while you took a bite of your cookie. What were they on about now? "What?", you asked with a mouth full of food. "Nothing, jeez.", Gareth said before starting to eat his own food again. Eddie changed the topic to D&D after a while, saying he was excited to finish your own campaign later today.

The rest of the day went by fast, but not only for you. Billy couldn't get you out of his mind ever since he pinned you against your car. He was angry at first, not wanting to admit his attraction to you and still asking himself, why you? Then his anger directed itself at your friend, fucking Gareth Emerson, who got anything he wanted from you. At the same time fear got the best of him, because what if Gareth got to you first? What if he took what he thought was his, even though you didn't even pay attention to him when he didn't try to provoke you. And he was convinced that he only wanted to fuck you, but when he thought of you being with Gareth, kissing him, holding his hand or going to some stupid prom with him it made him furious. He didn't want that to happen. So then he got sad, because any chance he might have had with you was out of the window. Who would date someone that called them fat on a regular basis? And since when did he want to date anybody? Nothing made sense to him anymore, so he decided to get to his senses after your D&D session. He patiently waited in front of the theatre room, where your club held it's sessions and listened to you leading the campaign through the door. Your voice was filled with nothing but happiness and excitement as you spoke, and your laugh sounded heavenly to him. His heart started beating faster as he heard the party celebrate their victory and pack up their things. Once again, you volunteered to clean up their leftover cans, snacks and put the figurines away. All four other party members let out a disapproving scoff as they saw Billy leaning against the wall next to the door but he just ignored them and glared at Gareth before going in.

Your back was turned as you sorted the little figurines to each member of Hellfire. You made all of them put their initials on the bottom of each figure that belonged to them after switching figurines up regularly. Eddie started calling you mom after that in a joking manner, even though you were a year younger than him. Not even the door shutting concerned you since you thought it were the boys leaving. Only when you heard a familiar voice say "Quite the view." you turned around to see Billy standing in the room. "What do you want?", you asked him in an annoyed tone. Hellfire Club was the only place where he left you alone, and you wanted to keep it that way. "Look, I'm not here to fight, okay? Just wanna talk." He came closer to you and placed a hand on each side of the table next to you, cornering you once more. "You can do that while respecting my personal space.", you said to him while pressing your back into the table. "You'd run off if I did.", he said. "Listen, (Y/N), I have something to tell you." You can't remember a scenario where he called you by your first name. "The times I was mean to you-" You interrupted him. "You bullied me. Or tried to." Billy just nodded once before continuing "Yeah, bullied you, I guess." What a good start, he thought. "I was...trying to get you to hate me-" You interrupted him once more. "I kind of do, actually." He sighted at your interruption. "Let me finish, please.", he said while trying to hold back his annoyed tone. You simply nodded and let him continue. "I was trying to get you to hate me, because I didn't want to admit to the fact that I like you." He waited for you reaction, but all you did was grin and giggle. "Oh, I know you like me Billy.", you said. "You made it very obvious." There was silence between you two before you spoke again. "I'll let you get in my pants if you promise to be a good boy afterwards." Billy grinned at you, lifted you up the table and started kissing you.

The next hour was a blur. All you could remember was how good you felt, that you moaned his name over and over again and begged him for more. "You okay?", Billy asked you while picking up his and your clothes. "Can't feel my legs..", you mumbled in a tired tone. He chuckled, helped you to sit up on the table and got you dressed. "Let me drive you home.", he said while pulling your shirt over your head. "Are your parents home or anyone I need to make an excuse for?" He lifted your legs up to get your thong back on you. "No, they're in Austin for some business conference. Big sister moved to Tampa years ago, just me and my pet frog." Billy helped you get up from the table, you stood on shaky legs as you looked around the room. "Need to sort the figurines again.", you mumbled as you walked over to the table like a baby deer. "Let me help you, sweetheart." Billy picked up the figurines and dice that were scattered on the ground. "There's the boys initials on the bottom, just put them in piles." You were too distracted with not collapsing due to your legs giving out that you didn't noticed how Billy snagged one of Gareths figurines.

After cleaning up, Billy drove you home. He got you into your room, helped you remove your makeup and get changed into your pyjamas. "Didn't you say that you liked me?", you asked as he tucked you in. "I did, yeah.", he replied with a smile. "Wanna stay the night?" Billy looked down on you. He saw you without your dark makeup for the first time, and you were still so beautiful to him. "If I can take you out after school.", he said while taking off his clothes. You thought about it for a bit before agreeing and he slipped into bed next to you. "Sleep well, sweetheart.", Billy whispered. He turned off your nightlight, gave you a kiss on your forehead and wrapped his arms around your body before both of you drifted off to sleep.

It's been a month since that incident. Billy held his promise and started taking you out every other day, didn't make comments in school anymore and told everyone who tried to to fuck off. First, you stopped having sex with Gareth after week one, then Eddie eventually caught you and Billy making out after school so you had to tell them that you have been seeing him behind their back. And it took them a while to cope with it, especially because this was Billy Hargrove dating a freak, but they accepted it when they saw that you were even happier than before. Billy officially asked you to be his girlfriend a few days ago, much to your friends dismay. "(Y/N), look at this.", Gareth said while looking at something in his locker next to you. His D&D figurine, the one of his character, was laying in his locker. "Told you it would turn up again.", you said to him with a grin. You never told any of the boys what happened that night on the table, and you assumed Billy stole the figure for whatever reason. "Maybe one of the theatre kids found it.", you added while going back to your locker. "Yeah, but it's been, what, three weeks? A month?", your friend continued. "Just be happy it's back." You picked out the books for your next class and put them in your bag, then fished out a plastic bag filled with cookies you and your father made last night. Billy has walked past your locker between every 4th and 5th period since he asked you to be his girlfriend, so you just waited for him to pass by. "See you later.", Gareth said to you while shutting his locker and walking off to his next class. "See ya.", you said while fixing your hair in the mirror you had in your locker. "Hey, sweetheart.", a familiar voice behind you said. The reflection of Billy was in your mirror, to what you turned around with a smile. "Hey there.", you said with a smile. The two of you shared a kiss before you handed him the bag. "I made this for you.", you proudly told him, still smiling. Billy took the ziplock bag from your hands, looked at the content inside it and smiled. "Thought I'd never have the pleasure of homemade cookies.", he said in a teasing tone.

"Well, you earned that pleasure."

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove

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the-smut-analyst · 5 months

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Fantasy Rom-Coms

The genre I never knew I needed. Until I found it.

Short 'n' sweet book rec post today (because I know I've been doing a lot of deep-dive analyses of late). I deserve a break. You deserve a break. So let's do it.

Here's my top three fantasy rom-com series at the moment!

Pick them up if you enjoy a bit of smutty fantasy and are in the mood to laugh.

1. Anything by Kimberly Lemming

I do not know if my tits were built for murder. I don't even think they were built with my back in mind.

Lemming is an auto-buy author for me. This woman is bloody hilarious. The humour is farcical and somewhat absurdist, which is my absolute favourite style. I grew up with the likes of Monty Python, The Mighty Boosh, and The Confessions of Georgia Nicholson - so Lemming's work is right up my alley.

Her character Alexis, the dirty-talking sword (yes, you read that correctly) is, in my mind, nothing short of comedic genius.

"Oh my god, chip my steal, you're so annoying," Alexis snapped. "Maybe if you fixed your attitude and took a bath once in a while, women would talk to you. You smell like old cheese and a mother's regret."

I know some reviewers have been thrown off my the modern vernacular in Lemming's work, due to its medieval-like fantasy setting. However, I think that is exactly what makes these books so good (and refreshing).

The love interests speak a bit more "ye oldy", while the female protagonists speak like we do. The result is something akin to what might happen if a modern romance reader were dropped into a smutty fantasy world. It's brilliant. For example:

"Every scratch," he whispered, his tone gentle and comforting. "Every bruise, I will pay back in fire and blood." I blinked. "Um... that is so sweet but so unnecessary."

I'd recommend reading Lemming's work in publication order, which is as follows (links included):

That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Demon

Mistlefoe (novella - available with KU)

That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf

Two Scoops of Hellfire (novella - standalone - available with KU)

A Bump in Boohail (novella - available with KU)

That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Human

2. Alphas of Nasila series by V.K. Ludwig

“If you ever see me running in heels, then you better run, too,” she says with a scoff. “What am I supposed to run away from, anyway?” “Me!” “Why? You got a chase kink or something?”

The best way I can think to describe this series is that it is Omegaverse satire. The pairings are alien males and human females, and the smut / romance includes all your fairly standard A/B/O tropes - with the exception of non-con. The consent is refreshingly solid here.

Book one of this series, Heat for Hire, was actually my entry into the Omegaverse. If you're unfamiliar with the genre, then this is a good place to start because the protagonist, Elli, is unfamiliar with how alpha/omega pairings work. So all the... ahem... knotting, heat cycles, etc. are explained via her first experience of them.

My skin prickles at the memory of Rhen’s growl. But only until I remember that I rubbed myself to orgasm on a civil servant.

However, book two, Knot for Nest is by far the best of the series, in my opinion. The chemistry between the two protagonists, Lucy and Tjor, is brilliant - and it's just a genuinely hilarious read. Lucy is a snarky, independent omega who absolutely knows how to play the big, bad alphas to her advantage.

Book three, Purr for Purchase, is a lot higher angst (and less comedic) than its predecessors. It wasn't really my cup of tea, but that's just because I'm not a huge fan of pregnancy in romance.

If you've tried the Omegaverse before but not enjoyed it because of the power imbalances or dub/non-con, then I'd still recommend this series. The Omega / Alpha dynamic is very much reserved for the bedroom and does not reflect how the couple interacts outside of it. This is particularly true of Lucy and Tjor. She might enjoy being "dominated" during sex, but she genuinely holds all the power in the relationship.

“Big, bad alpha, all calm and well-behaved between my thighs.”

The characters in each Alphas of Nasila book are interconnected and the events chronological. However, you do not necessarily have to read these books in order. If you're sceptical of the Omegaverse in general, start with book two. All these novels are available with KU.

3. Claws & Cubicles Series by Kate Prior

Some people really haven’t adjusted to life under the Dark Reign of Terror yet. Some things are different, but honestly it’s all cosmetic. Things aren’t that different from when we had a normal, living CEO.

This series is like The Office, but with monsters (and smut). The dry, relatable humour of a boring corporate job - but with non-human co-workers like orcs, the undead, etc - is genius.

The comedy definitely leans into that classic British deadpan / understatement style. Think IT Crowd, Faulty Towers, and After Life. I think anyone who's ever worked in an office will definitely be smirking and chuckling their way through this series.

“You could have just called me in. I’ve got skin.” I wonder if that last remark is rude or something. After all, he doesn’t really have skin, to my knowledge. I hope I don’t have to take an undead sensitivity training class now.

Book one, Live Laugh Lich, gets pretty kinky (the MMC has three... er... yes). The smut here isn't going to be for everyone. But I liked the humour so much that I didn't really mind if the intimate scenes weren't my cup of tea.

However book two, The Orc From the Office, holds a much broader appeal, I think. I adored this installment. I'd recommend pushing through and reading this, even if you had mixed feelings on book one. The orc MMC is a socially awkward cinnamon roll and I love him.

I wonder distantly if my health insurance covers being eviscerated by Orc cock.

Book three, The Gargoyle from General Management, left me a bit wanting in terms of the character development. However, the setting of everyone being away together on a company retreat was comedy gold.

All of the Claws & Cubicles books are available on KU.

That's all! I hope you enjoy the smutty rom-com fantasy recs!

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#book recs #fantasy romance #romance #smut #book recommendations #sci fi romance #romantasy #omegaverse #kimberly lemming #vk ludwig #kate prior #alphas of nasila #mead mishaps #claws and cubicles #monster romance

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itsahotminuteinbetween · 8 months

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Aaaand at last the long awaited chapter 7 that I've been hoarding from yall for a lil while! There's just a little buildup here, so not terribly essential, but I think it was important to write anyway. This sets up the next chapter, so be aware of that...

And as always, I must invite my esteemed guests @itsberrydreemurstuff, @bibooby, @laegume and @andyssilly to the lil slumber party. (If anyone else wants to be tagged just lemme know and I'll put ya in the next one!)

Anyways, on with the show!

Word Count: 3075

The tension from this morning melts away pretty quickly once the kids show up. You’re dragged into a tea party, sipping air from a plastic cup with your knees tucked into your chest to fit you while you gossip to the children about Mr. Teddy Bear’s newest escapade in an overly-posh accent.

That feeling from earlier creeps up on you again, the phantom constrictions in your chest tightening, and you hardly have time to mask your sharp inhale and wince when a hard shock runs up your spine, warning you of what’s to come. The kids seem worried for a moment, but you cover up your reaction with a dramatic tale, urging them to ‘banish’ you to your station to save them from the wretched demon possessing your immune system. It’s not really that type of illness, not the sort they can catch, but you’ve always had a bit of a flair for the dramatic, and your performance does the trick.

You regret not bringing your medicine today, but Sun had warned you not to, and he was effectively the boss. It wasn’t so bad anyway- just a bit of soreness, nothing terribly noteworthy. Worst case scenario, you could take a pill from the Daycare’s little pharmacy cabinet and make it through the day. And maybe call your brother as a last resort, but you refused to bother him unless it was an emergency. For now, you’ll just wait it out.

Snacktime is announced, and you wheel out the food, standing to the side as your stomach decides to make its hunger known. Did you have breakfast before you left? You don’t know. You didn’t think to pack a lunch (you never do) and your clock-out time wasn’t soon enough for you to placate your hunger. You stare at the contents on the table and remind yourself that it’s not for you, it’s for the kids, and Sun is right there. You return to your work station and attempt to read your book, but the words can’t seem to stay in your head.

By the time the lights go out, the pounding has sharpened, and you’re hardly able to move your legs without some ache in your bones. It’d probably be best if you left the daycare to check yourself over, which you neglect to tell Moon before he even gets his chance to do his little routine. His faceplate tilts to the side with a little click, and you’re out the door before he thinks to say anything.

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Moon blinked. That’s…new. They never take a break during naptime.

The only reply he got from his brother was a subdued hum of agreement.

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Your slightly unbalanced speed-walking comes to a halt a good 20 paces from the Daycare as you realize you have no idea where you’re going. You’ve never really been through the Pizzaplex aside from heading to your post or to Parts & Service, so you only knew two or three routes in this maze. Well, and the DJ’s arcade, but you only know the directions there from the entrance, not the Daycare.

Maybe you could find your way from Parts & Service? Last time you’d been, the STAFF bots led the way…

Scratch that. You knew one route.

Lovely. You can’t say that you’re particularly thrilled to do more walking in your state, but you suppose there’s no time like the present to get further adjusted to your workplace. There was a restaurant around here somewhere, right? Even if their only dish was pizza that tasted like cardboard topped with soggy oatmeal, food was food, and it was better than nothing. If you could only figure out how to get there.

The irony of the fact that you have to go find the Map bot and ask it for directions is not lost on you.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

Luckily, you don’t have to look far. It just so happens that one is conveniently stationed around a corner at some random attraction. You approach it awkwardly and tap it on the shoulder, offering a small, unsure smile. “Hey, I was wondering if you, uh…if you could spare me a map?”

You swear the stoic face of the bot in front of you practically lights up, and you can feel the beaming smile it gives you in spite of its static expression as it shoves a map into your hand with the vigorous and insistent mantra of “Take a map! Please take a map!”

You struggle to suppress the little laugh that bubbles out of you upon seeing its excitement, and you comply with its wishes, shooting it a much more relaxed smile and thanking it before it wheels away to the next set of customers.

You examine the map eagerly thrust upon you. Apparently there are several dining areas, one for every floor. You don’t have much time to explore, though, so you choose the closest one to you: the FazPad.

After twenty minutes of running around in search of the elusive location, you’re finally able to find and order something from the somewhat overpriced menu with the help of the employee discount. Ordering a Moondrop curry seems fitting considering your position, though you pray Moon doesn’t somehow find out about it. You poke at the bright blue dish that you’re pretty sure is supposed to be edible. It isn’t half as bad as you expected, surprisingly. Shame you couldn’t say the same for its namesake.

Speaking of the lunar menace, you have maybe half an hour before naptime is over, and you refuse to be late. You’d seen them when you were tardy, and it was not pretty. Your mini check up would go pretty quickly, as you were confident it wasn’t anything problematic.

Another ten minutes is spent trying to find a bathroom (you do not want to go back to use the one in the Daycare while Moon’s still out unless absolutely necessary). You lock yourself in a small stall and lean against the door to look yourself over, fingers gently pressing into your legs and lower back with hesitance. You cringe slightly, lips thinning into a line. You hate when this happens, but it should pass eventually. With any luck, you’d be able to go to work and avoid the worst of it. You’d just have to be a little more mindful of your limits.

This probably wouldn’t end up like last time.

Satisfied with your conclusion, you make your way back to the Daycare. Naptime was still in session and you were anticipating a trick upon your return.

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You wake up in a cold sweat, heart racing as you gasp for air, shooting up from the mattress and breathing heavily, your eyes dart around your room, relaxing when you spot the familiar dark silhouettes of your belongings. There’s just enough moonlight from the window for you to make out details. Your hand flies to your chest almost instinctively, as if to verify that your heart’s still pumping, you’re still alive, still here.

You’re awake now.

Once your initial panic dies down, you become acutely aware of three things.

The first is that it is very hot, almost unbearably so. Sweat clings to your form as perspiration runs down your forehead. You can hear the AC vents pushing out air, but it doesn’t help cool the burning in your core that spreads through you.

The second thing you notice is that the shirt your hand is clutching tightly is your work uniform. You must’ve blacked out after coming home from work. As usual, you don’t remember that.

The third thing is the feeling of bile rising in your throat, and it swiftly surpasses the first two observations. You stagger to the kitchen sink on numb legs and lean heavily against the kitchen counter, retching violently. You’re still shaking by the time you can manage to lift your head out, forcing yourself to hack and spit the rest out to flush out the remaining fluids choking your throat. You hazard a glance at the sink before washing away the blue chunks. Figures. You’re never having Fazbear’s trademarked trash again.

You navigate back to your room to brush your teeth and rid the foul taste of vomit from your mouth, cranking up the AC on the way to bed. You toss the thin cover aside and adorn your pajamas, waiting for sleep to claim you and take you from this awful feeling. Something nags you in the back of your mind, warning you that it’s only about to get worse before you’re dragged under, in and out of consciousness as the night progresses.

Your alarm blares some time later and you fumble to turn it off. Little shit doesn’t know you’ve been up for the past hour. You bite back a groan. While your stomach had thankfully settled overnight, everything else has hit you full force.

It’s official. You’re Sick.

Or at least, that’s what the shit feeling leads you to believe.

You make a weak attempt to sit up…only to immediately crash back down again. An involuntary cry of alarm rips from you at that sharp pain that lances through your spine. It’s so much worse than yesterday. You shake your head and force back tears. It usually doesn’t get this bad. It usually just stops at your lower back.

Still, you have a job to do, and you’re not letting a little thing like this stop you.

Your things are shoved into your bag, work clothes thrown on. You hesitate but decide to bring the pills anyway. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep talking, but Sun yelling at you is nothing compared to this.

You’re out of the apartment before you even remember you forgot to pack a lunch yet again.

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The attendants can't help but notice that something seems…off…about you.

On the surface level, nothing has changed. You still walk into the room and greet them, still write your reports and go along with Sun’s demands and Moon’s antics. But there are little things that tip them off, like the small limp in your step or the naps you’ve begun taking more often when the lights go out.

Moon notices your bag has lost some weight. The usual thought and care packed into it is absent. Extra clothes and books are left behind, with only your phone and laptop inside. You’d also taken to bringing those pills. He’d given up on lecturing you about it when all he got was an affirmative that was immediately broken the next day. The lunar AI assured him they were harmless, but it was still off-putting.

Your emails, they noticed, had also become more succinct and to the point. Not that it was a bad thing: you tended to ramble in great detail, even in the simple notes. Lately, though, they found that it was missing something.

Take your recent Maintenance update, for example. You’d apparently noticed the issues with their joints and filed a request for Parts & Service. You always notified them a day or two in advance prior to an appointment. This time, however, they did not receive your normally well-written email. It remained polite, of course, but it was clipped, curt.

Unexpected.

And it wasn’t just your work suffering, either. Your usual excitement when playing with the children was absent. You were tenser, got tired more easily, frequently taking breaks and hanging back to catch your breath.

No, the change wasn’t too great, but it was there, and it was starting to get a bit out of hand. You’d pretty much been glued to your desk for the last two days. And while you weren’t really required to do much else besides your updates, it still felt…wrong.

It didn’t matter, though, they reasoned. If you weren’t feeling good, you’d take a couple days off and they’d be done with it. They’d have enough leverage in addition to your recent slacking to get rid of you.

They…did still want to get rid of you, Sun reminded himself. You had flaws, flaws that could not exist in their perfect system, flaws that had to be eradicated to maintain order.

It was better for everyone that way.

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You rub your eyes, slowly scanning your ID at the clock-in station and fighting back the dark edges in the corner of your vision. You hadn’t been sleeping well as of late, and it was starting to take a toll on you. You didn’t dare to call in sick, however, remembering all too well your coworkers’ reactions when you’d returned from you unexpected time off.

Granted, that was a special case, but they didn’t know that.

It’s not like you knew what had been going on at the time, anyway.

You stroll into the Daycare as usual, bag slung on your shoulder and a slightly less enthusiastic greeting on your lips. Your routine is interrupted when without warning, a dizziness crashes into you and leaves you with spots in your vision. They do not clear this time when you try to force them away. The room spins, and your knees buckle under you, causing you to lurch forward. You brace yourself against the wall and hiss at the sudden burning ache of your muscles.

As quickly as it came, the feeling withdraws, pulling back fast enough that the dizziness multiplies instead of lessening. Once the room soon stills, you pull yourself back to your feet, sitting down at your desk and getting to work like nothing happened.

Just as well that no one saw.

You’re in the midst of writing another report when your phone goes off. You take a glance around to make sure that Sun isn’t watching and open them. There are three messages waiting for you. One from your brother asking how you’ve been, one mysterious letter from Fazbear, and one from…

Ah.

You skim the last one and dismiss it. The first two are received with greater excitement, something you haven’t felt in a little while. You respond to your brother with your trademarked ‘I’m doing just great let’s talk about something else now’ and read Management’s reply.

Hello, Fazbear Employee,

We have received your request for funding for greater literary material. After careful consideration, we have decided to approve your proposal. You are required to send a list of materials you wish to purchase. Please remember that any liabilities and/or repercussions faced as a result of this project will result in immediate termination of your contract.

Thank you and have a Faz-errific day!'

Your exhaustion and illness is momentarily forgotten as you squeal and bounce in your seat excitedly. Oh, you already had a dozen titles running through your head that you were certain the kids would love. You’d already compiled a short list a few pages long in your notebook, you’d have to copy it and send it over as soon as possible-

Aaaaand there was that ever so familiar voice piping up in front of you and instantly dashing all your hopes and dreams. “Oh? What’s got you oh-so chipper this morning?”

You swallow down that instinctual feeling of being doused in ice water and manage to maintain your smile. “Management approved my request for buying more books!”

“I’d been under the impression you’d been doing so already..” he remarked dryly.

You ignore his comment, showing him the email and forgetting who you’re ranting to your boss in your excitement about this new opportunity. He takes the device and reads the email himself before responding in an odd voice. “Management didn’t send us an update about this…”

“I just found out myself,” you shrug, not noticing the subtle glare shot at you. “I already had a few titles in mind, but I’d be more than happy to get your opinions on them. The kids are gonna be so excited to get some new stories for naptime, and I’m sure we could-“

“There’s nothing wrong with what we have now for naptime,” he cuts you off, a second, darker undertone layering his voice briefly. His eyes flash red for a split second.

You blink and hastily amend yourself. “Right, sorry, I just meant that it’ll be nice to have some more variety, that’s all. We could probably find some stuff for you guys, too, if you wanted. I’m sure Moon’s gotten tired of children’s books by now.”

The attendant says nothing for a while, remaining eerily still, and you turn around to see if he’s still there. There have been some times where they’ve slipped away without you noticing. How they did so was unknown to you considering the many bells hanging from their frame. “Sun?”

The lights cut off abruptly, and the raspier voice returns, drawling sardonically with a hint of mockery. “Awww, you would do that for meee?” He clasps his hands together and flutters his ‘eyelids’ in a show of sarcasm.

“Hi Moon,” you greet him without missing a beat, shutting your laptop and rummaging through your bag for that notebook of yours. You normally brought it, but maybe you’d forgotten it again. You seemed to be doing that a lot lately…

A blue arm shoots out and grabs yours, promoting you to look up at your assailant’s glowering gaze.

“We don’t need your handouts, certainly not from the likes of you,” he hisses, squeezing your wrist tighter for emphasis.

You manage a nod, swallowing the lump in your throat and lightly tugging at your arm to signal your desire for release. “R-right, of course, sorry, I just thought-“

“We aren’t interested in the thoughts of a mere worker.” His grip does not yield, the silicone masked metal hand like a shackle. You briefly recall Monty’s harsh bruises (time) before. You don’t want another limb to stop functioning right now. That would really suck.

He leans in to speak, privately relishing in the way you try to lean back with an inkling of fear. He grins sharply. “Y-“

A knock at the door startles the two door of you, earning a growl from Moon and a shuddery exhale of relief from you.

He sends you one last loathsome look before the lights flicker on and Sun attends to the new arrival. You release another sigh, rubbing your now sore wrist. Another ache added to the list.

And with that, a new day has officially begun.

As optimistic as you’d like to be, you’re pretty sure you know exactly where it’s going from here.

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Aaaaaaaand that’s a wrap! Sorry for the long wait everyone, hope it was worthwhile and I’ll see you all in the next one!

#sorry to bother #don't mind me #wtsds #where the stars don’t shine #fnaf sun x y/n #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf moon x y/n #fnaf moon x reader #me posting this while dying internally at the prospect of finally figuring out how on earth I'm going to write a f*cking argument #i suck at dialogue guys it's my weakest point #rgggghhh but it must be done....

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Eddie Munson x a Black!fem!reader

a/n: holy shit, it's been almost 3 months since i've posted. how's everyone doing? sorry for the disappearance. i had some issues with my university that left me unmotivated. i got everything fixed but now i'm on my period with a sprained knee, so enjoy an old draft.

warning(s): cussing, sort of proofread, fluff, self-indulgent, format is weird because i turned this in as an assignment back in April

word count: 3.4k

Does he even like black girls? I mean he isn’t racist, nor does he seem to have a preference. I don’t know, it’s just that sometimes it feels like I shouldn’t even try. People would probably look at us weird considering we’re in Hawkins fucking Indiana and it’s 1985. If I keep staring in the mirror with existential dread I’m gonna be late for school. Not if I speed… Let me get up.

I look in the mirror one last time. I take the last perm rod out and fluff my hair a little. I already know the humidity is going to fuck up my hair, but nothing I can really do about it, but put a scrunchie on. I’m gonna get judged for my outfit, but so be it. I’m always judged for my outfits because it isn’t como se dice what’s in right now. I mean tennis skirts have been in since the 20s, but this top I actually made myself. It’s a lilac long sleeve (Yes, I know it’s 87 degrees outside. Shut up.), but it doesn’t button or anything. You put it on like a sweater and then there are two ties in the front. One right above my bust and another one right below my bust. It shows enough of my boobs to consider me a whore, but not enough to get me dress coded. I slipped on my Vans that I usually only wear to skateboard, but I’m running out of time, and they were the closest. My socks are a bit thick, but that’s a problem for a later time.

This backpack is heavier today, I swear. I took shit out and it’s still heavy. Whatever I don’t need I’ll just throw in my locker. I step outside and the heat is already blazing. Do I regret my shirt choice? No. Am I hot as hell? Yes. Oh well. I look at my baby. My pride and joy. My 1983 Audi Quattro that I spent for fucking ever saving up for. I get in and put my bag in the passenger seat. I probably should’ve turned the AC on before I got in the car. Better late than never. I bring my wrist closer to my face and sternly stare at my watch. I have ten minutes to get to a school that’s fifteen minutes away. About to Back to the Future this shit.

Okay, so I don’t actually end up going 88, but I do go a good 50 in a 30. Luckily no police are around. I still can’t believe the DMV let me get my license. I think I ran probably like three curbs. I take another quick look at my watch and see I have four minutes left. Good thing the school is finally in view. You would think I’d managed my time better since I’m a senior, but old habits die hard I guess. I’m about to pull in when Eddie’s van zips in front of me and gets in first. Fucking asshole. I pull in right after him and hurry and park. It’s not the best parking job but fuck it. I take my keys out and hurriedly grab my bag. As I’m locking the door I hear Eddie get out too. Any other time I’d sneak a glance at him, but I have two minutes to get to class and I don’t feel like hearing any of Mrs. Brown’s shit. I start jogging toward the doors when I hear Eddie’s voice.

“Sorry about that, princess,” He yells to me. Nothing but humor is detected in his tone, so I just flip him off and continue to pick up my pace.

-.-.-.-

Made it to class with one minute to spare. I still got the “You were almost late. I expect more from you” look as I walked to my seat, but that I could deal with. Whoever gave me Trig at the beginning of the day must have it out for me. How am I supposed to focus on quadratic formulas at the ass crack of dawn? This blows. It doesn’t help that Mrs. Brown’s voice drones on and on. I decided to just doodle in the back of my notebook And by doodle I mean to write “Mrs. Eddie Maguire” in different fonts. Corny, I know, but doesn’t hurt to dream, right? I mean, he doesn’t really seem like the marriage type, to be honest. I’m buggin’. I wish I didn’t think about him all the time. Let’s start, now.

College. What are we doing? I applied to Lincoln. The one in Missouri though because the one in Pennsylvania was just a bit too far. I could’ve chosen an HBCU that was closer to home like Central State in Ohio or Simmons College in Kentucky, but neither appealed to me. Lincoln is a small school and everyone that I’ve talked to in administration was nice. It’s also pretty affordable considering I’m an out-of-state student. God, I hope I get accepted.

I continue switching topics until the bell rings. I’m usually the first one out, but since I came in late I’m in the very back and therefore the last to leave. I made sure to put my headphones on, so I could escape anybody that tries to talk to me. I also got Tears for Fears’ new album on cassette so I figured I could just listen to it all day since I don’t pay attention in my classes much anyway. I do however pay attention enough to remember that I have every class with Eddie after 1st period. There goes my streak of not thinking about him. Not like he shows up anyway.

-.-.-.-

I should’ve knocked on wood. Why the fuck did he show up? I’m sitting in the left corner in the back when I see him stroll through the door. I tuck my head into my elbow and face toward the wall.

“Hey princess.” You’ve gotta be kidding me. “I really am sorry for cutting you off earlier.”

I roll my eyes before sitting up and looking at him. Maybe he was being sincere. I look into his eyes until I’m satisfied with my decision.

“Sorry for flipping you off. I was just running late and was really irritated. I woke up late and then my curls weren’t coming out how I wanted them to, so I took most of that anger out on you.” He nods his head in understanding before turning to the front. I take out my notebook and continue my drawing of Marvin the Martian. I’m testing out what designs I want to put on my board. I kind of just have a hodge-podge of shit on it so it looks messy. Probably just gonna clear the whole thing and start over.

“We match.” A whisper says from beside me.

“What?”

“Our hair. It matches.” He says a little louder. I take a look at his hair and sure enough, it’s pretty similar. I give him a quick smile before going back to my doodling. I turn the page and facing me is the name “Maguire” in Metallica font. I try to turn the page but hear a whispered “holy shit!” as I’m in a half turn.

“Was that my name?”

“What? No.” I say in a completely obvious tone. I hurriedly turn to the next page and tell me why it’s a page that has “Eddie” in big font across the middle with hearts surrounding it. I just close the notebook and look up front.

-.-.-

He’s staring at me. He’s been staring at me for the past 45 minutes. I slipped my headphones back on about 40 minutes ago, but that didn’t deter him. I wish he would just say what he wants. Right then, a note makes its way in front of me.

“Do you like me? Yes or no.”

It takes everything in me not to chuckle out loud. I respond by writing, “Are we in middle school?” and tossing it back on his desk. At this point, I’m just watching the clock which is like watching a pot of water boil. Just a few more minutes. The paper lands in front of me again. “Depends. Yes, if that means you’ll answer the question.” I roll my eyes at his answer. The bell rings and I get up fast. With the note tossed in some random page of my notebook, I walk out the door and to my locker. I hopefully lost him in the crowd. I’m so thankful that my locker is nowhere near his. My lock decides to be on my side today and the combination works on the first try. For once my locker is actually decent, so I take unnecessary books out of my bag and add them to any empty space. I look through the notebook I had last period and find the note. I take the pencil that was in the spiral part and circle yes. A defeated sigh escapes my lips as I toss the note in the locker too.

“Hey Kendrick.” With the smuggest fucking face. I bring my headphones down to their original place around my neck.

“Yes, stalker?” I respond while walking towards our next class. His arm wraps around my shoulder which makes me smile internally.

“You gonna answer my question?” I stop on the side of the hallway so as not to be in anyone’s way. I look deep into his eyes. I hate the height advantage he has over me. I scrunch my face as if I’m thinking. I know the answer though. It’s been the same answer for years.

“Yes,” I respond with a smirk before continuing my way to class. Luckily it's study hall which doubles as lunch, but there are five shifts and ours is shift four which isn’t for about an hour. I walk in and it completely slipped my mind that the desks are doubles. The seat next to mine is usually empty since I don’t really mess with anyone like that at this school.

Right on cue, as soon as I sit down, Eddie pulls into the chair right next to mine.

“Yes you’ll answer my question or yes you like me?” A smirk pulls at the corner of my lips, and I put my headphones back on. I’m putting up the hugest front right now but in all actuality, my heart is beating so hard that I hear it in my ears and feel like it’s about to burst out of my chest. A sheet of sweat keeps reappearing on my forehead no matter how many times I wipe it off. I’m messing around by not giving him an answer because I don’t know if his question has good intentions.

He pulls my headphones off, and I look at him as if he committed a federal offense.

“I like you if that helps influence your definite decision or not.” I feel my heart stop. I never thought I’d hear him say those words.

“You still deal?” I ask after turning my full attention towards him.

“Depends on who’s asking.” I give him a pointed look and roll my eyes. “Yes, princess, I still deal. You lookin’ in the market?”

“Depends on how much you’re charging nowadays.”

“For you? A date.” I laugh at his pure corniness.

“I don’t think Rick will appreciate not getting his profits.”

“I’ll overcharge some freshmen. So, what do you say?” I smile and nod my head at him.

-.-.-.-.-

After that moment, the day went by pretty fast. Eddie didn’t bother me as much, but I would catch him staring at me a lot more. I basked in the attention but feigned to be oblivious. The only time I got true peace was when we went to lunch and that’s only because when he went to the cafeteria, I went to the library. You’re counted as truant if you’re caught, but the librarian and I are cool since I’m in here every day and treat her like an actual human being.

As I walk out of the classroom, I don’t even get a moment to blink before Eddie has my hand in his and we start walking the halls. I look around and see a few people giving us questioning glances. I stiffen up my hand before slipping out of his grip, becoming paranoid. Hawkins is probably one of the least racist cities, but I can’t help but still feel nervous. We finally make it outside and we move over to the sidewalk.

“My place or yours?” Eddie asks me with a look on his face that I can’t decipher.

“We can go to mine. Parents are gone for the weekend, so we can play house.” I say while trying to lighten the mood.

He agrees and we decide to just take our own vehicles and meet at my house. Not to save face or anything. Just so we can both still have our cars instead of driving all the way back up here to get our shit. It also gives me time to calm myself down before spending more time with him. I don’t even have my seatbelt on before I’m zipping out of the parking lot. No music, no nothing. I just want to get home before Eddie. I’m zipping in and out of traffic and skillfully dodging the cops, so I don’t get another speeding ticket. Can you believe they give speeding tickets in this small town? It’s some bullshit. Feels racially motivated. Let me shut up.

The drive goes by faster than this morning. I don’t even both parking straight as I turn off the car and rush to unlock the door. I toe off my shoes by the door and look around. Everything seems to be in order. I should probably have something cooking, right? I mean, we’re usually fine just ordering pizza. But we have food in the house. But pizza is good. But you already spent your paycheck on hair products…

I walk over to the fridge and see some leftover chicken alfredo that I completely forgot I made. I take it out and place it on the counter. Now, where did I put that casserole dish at? As soon as I find it, I dump the pasta in. Shit, I forgot to preheat the oven. I turn the dial and then hear a knock on the door. I didn’t even get a chance to check my room to see if it was decently clean enough or not. I yell “one sec” before taking off toward the door.

“Hey,” I say before turning back around and walking back to the kitchen. I grab a spoon and make sure that everything is out of the container and into the pan. I open the fridge and look for the shredded mozzarella. I put an even layer on top of the pasta and carefully put it in the oven. I’ve never really done it this way, but I’ve seen it in cookbooks so why not? Okay, timer, timer, where did I put it? I look around the kitchen and see Eddie standing in the doorway, holding the timer.

“Aw, look at my wife making food for me after I’ve had a long day at work.” I roll my eyes and walk over and grab the timer from him. I set it for fifteen minutes. I also set a mental note to sporadically check it, because some part of me tells me that that’s too long for it to be in the oven.

“I’m sorry I didn’t have it ready before you got here. I was just cleaning away and thinking of my dear husband and the time got away from me.” I say matching his energy.

“That’s okay, dear wife. I’ll forgive you just this once because I love you, but next time there will be consequences.” I feel myself freeze at him saying I love you, but I shake it off just as quickly knowing that he most likely doesn’t mean it.

“Thank you, my dear husband. Care to join me in the bedroom?”

“How could I ever say no to that?” His eyebrows wiggle suggestively before he grabs my hand, and we walk upstairs. My heart starts palpitating as we closer to my room.

I take a quick peek and it’s not as dirty as I thought it would be. A few (1/3 of the floor is covered) clothes are on the floor and my bed is unmade. I think it gives the room character. We walk in and he makes himself comfortable on the bed. I guess I spaced out because I look around, too nervous to do anything else, and notice that his lunchbox is right next to it, but I don’t even remember him having it in his hand.

“Do you have a musical preference this afternoon, husband?”

“Whatever you want, wife. I’m not picky or proud.” I snorted, knowing that was a lie. If it’s not rock or metal there’s a fat chance he’ll listen to it. I actually have a custom cassette tape that I made. It’s somewhere in this pile of junk, but it’s not really his type of music. None of my tapes are labeled so I guess we’re gonna play cassette roulette. I tell Eddie to look in my bottom nightstand drawer and get my grinder and tray while I find something to play. I’m not looking long before I hear Eddie talking.

“What?” I ask as I turn to him.

“Robin thinks I should do it, but Chrissy (gag me) told me I should play it safe and get with a college boy-“ I start chasing him around the room before he runs to my bathroom and locks himself in.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT! I TOLD YOU THE BOTTOM DRAWER, NOT THE TOP!” I yell while banging on the door.

“I’m most likely gonna do neither. I’m in love with Eddie..” His voice starts fading from a high-pitched girl voice to his regular tone, “and I don’t think that’ll change even if I’m not his type.” I could almost cry from the embarrassment. The timer rings from the dresser. I don’t even bother waiting for him to come out of the bathroom before hurrying downstairs.

Why doesn’t he listen? I clearly said the bottom drawer. Right? I’m pretty sure. Whatever. I open the oven door and the pasta looks good, but I’m gonna give it about two more minutes. I lean over the kitchen counter and put my head in my folded arms. I have to face him eventually. He’s in my house. Sooner happened rather than later because right after that statement I felt a hand on the middle of my back.

“Why wouldn’t you be my type.” His soft tone is what triggers the tears.

“Because I don’t look like any of the girls we go to school with. You should be with someone like Heather, Nancy, fuck maybe even Crissy. Besides. People would probably look at us funny. Interracial relationships aren’t very common.”

The timer goes off. I open the drawer next to the sink and get my oven mitts. I take this moment to gather my thoughts and breath, so I don’t have a mental breakdown. I open the oven door and thankfully the food looks good. I pick it up with both hands and close the door with my foot. I lay it down on the counter to cool down and I sit the oven mitts next to it.

“Look at me.” He says. I’m hesitant but eventually, turn to him. “My type is a girl that spends more time maintaining her hair than actual sleeping. My type is a girl that designs her own clothes because she doesn’t like the stuff at the mall. My type is a girl that skips lunch every day because she has social anxiety. My type of girl is you.” I look into his eyes and see the exact look I’ve been giving him since I met him.

“Now, I don’t know what I did to give off the impression that I was sitting here comparing you to other girls, but I have you right now and that’s all I need to care about.” Heat rushes to my face at the confession. I turn around and open the top cabinet and reach for a couple of bowls. His arms wrap around my middle, startling me a bit but doesn’t deter me from reaching for a serving spoon.

“By the way, I meant what I said earlier. I do love you. Even if you were late with dinner.” I laugh at his quip as I spoon the pasta into one of the bowls.

Eddie Masterlist | Hawkins

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x black!reader #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #black!reader

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zukkaart · 7 months

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zukka + Lover album!!

I am SO excited for this one because it gave meeee

"Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince" !!! Let's get right down to it for the prompt game!

(Sorry these prompts are taking so long for me to get through school has been crazy)

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Highschool AU, Zuko is captain of the volleyball team, Sokka is the head of the drama club

"So sad we paint the town blue, voted most likely to run away with you"

Sokka sang quietly to himself as he pressed the piano keys slowly. He was becoming increasingly more frustrated. He'd been stuck on this song he was writing for weeks now. He had the middle and the end but the beginning was eluding him in the most frustrating way.

The eighteen year old boy looked up at the clock hung crookedly against the far wall of the rehearsal room. Nearly five o'clock. His last class had ended hours ago. Sokka had loaded up his classes his junior year so now, as a senior he only had half days.

He usually stayed an hour or so to take advantage of the free instruments in the practice room, but today he was biding his time until the mens homecoming volleyball game. Usually he didn't bother with sports events -maybe a soccer game here and there- but that was mainly because he enjoyed being outside.

But today, his friend Yue had practically begged him to go with her because she was supposed to be meeting someone from another school on a date and she was nervous. He reluctantly agreed to her delight. In reality, he didn't mind. He liked volleyball but he liked the captain of the team much more. It's why he typically didn't go to those games.

That might not make sense to most people, but to Sokka it made perfect sense. The further away from Zuko he stayed, the less likely he was to make a fool of himself, and the more likely it would be that his crush would pass. Although, over the course of the last two years that hadn't seemed to work.

"Sokka! You ready to go?" Yue burst through the door of the practice room wearing her favorite purple mom jeans and blue crop top, her white hair in a flowing fishtail braid that hit her lower back.

"Yeah yeah I'm ready," He closed the lid of the piano and stood.| "How do I look?" She spun in a circle with her arms out. "Perfect as always," He gave her a quick kiss on her temple, "Let's go"

They won the game three sets to one.

The next morning Sokka was shoving his books into his locker when an almost unfamiliar voice came from behind him.

"Hey Sokka," He jumped and spun around, startled. To find Zuko standing close enough to lean over him slightly, smirking the same way he did on the court.

"Hey, uh- hey me?" Sokka pointed at his own chest dumbly, "Yeah, hey you. I saw you at my game last night." "Oh! Yeah," Sokka blushed, "Homecoming you know? I went to the soccer game after too,"

Zuko's brow furrowed slightly at that, but only for a moment.

"I see. Well, did you enjoy it at least?" "What part?" Sokka flirted, with more confidence than he felt, and immediately regretted it.

"Any of it. All of it." Zuko entertained him, seemingly amused by his question. "Well, you almost missed you serve in the first set." Sokka spoke before he could think.

But Zuko didn't look insulted at all. In fact, a small but honest smile broke out across his features.

"You were watching me that closely?" He asked, leaning in closer.

Sokka said nothing, just stared at him so long that Zuko had to break the awkwards silence himself.

"Well, I've got class, but maybe you can meet me later and tell me about more of my mistakes." He said it as a statement. Not a question. As if he already knew that Sokka would say yes.

"It wasn't a mistake really I didn't mean to-" "At six. The coffee shop around the corner." Zuko interrupted, and brought his thumb up to brush Sokka's jawline. Sokka regained his nerve then.

"No," Zuko's smile dropped "No? Why? Did I do something?"

Sokka scoffed. "Are you even aware of your own reputation?" To Zuko's credit, he looked genuinely confused.

"No not really, I don't listen to gossip. What do they say?" "They call you the heartbreak prince." Sokka clarified matter-of-factly.

The taller boy let out a short but genuine laugh and covered his mouth with one hand.

"Are you being serious?" "Unfortunately," "Unfortunately?" "Yes" "Why unfortunately?" "Because it means that anyone associated with you has nothing short of a storm coming their way," Sokka closed his locker and made to turn back towards his next class, but an arm shot out in front of him blocking the way.

"Oh come on, you know that's ridiculous. I'm just a guy," Zuko didn't drop his arm even as Sokka turned to face him again, holding his books tight to his chest.

"You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes Zuko." "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means that you shouldn't start a fight you can't win,"

That easy smirk returned to the taller boys features

"Are you saying that there's someone I'll have to fight for you?" "No." Sokka said too quickly. "But I can't be the center of gossip," "Well that's my whole world. You know what they say about you?"

It was Sokka's turn to be shocked. He wasn't anyone. He composed his music and directed his plays in near anonymity. Sure he partied a lot, but it was usually because one of his friends insisted he come.

"They say you're a bad boy, that you're trouble, and that I shouldn't take a gamble on you."

Sokka's mouth dropped open slightly in shock.

"What? I've never done anything that could even remotely warrant that!" "Sokka, at Jet's party last week you basically imploded his entire clique," "He deserved it! They deserved to know the kind of person they were hanging out with," "Hey, I'm not disagreeing, but you also can't say you haven't earned it" "What about you then?" He poked Zuko in the chest sharply, "What makes you so perfect? You're on the cover of the school newspaper every week," "What can I say? They like a pageant smile, but I promise that being amazing at volleyball and smiling for a camera isn't all there is to me"

Sokka rolled his eyes at the arrogance, but couldn't help himself

"Prove it" "Let me. I'll pick you up at seven,"

"Fine. But if you're late I'm not opening the door." "Deal." A more genuine smile graced Zuko's features then. He leaned down and placed a kiss on Sokka's cheek. "See you then," And strode off in the opposite direction.

Sokka didn't bother going to his next class. He practically sprinted to the practice room

You know I adore you, I'm crazier for you Than I was at 16, lost in a film scene Waving homecoming queens, marching band playing I'm lost in the lights...

#avatar the last airbender #sokka #atla #sokka avatar the last airbender #zuko #zukka nation #zuko x sokka #zukka au #prompt #zukka fic #zukka one shot #asks #prompt game

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waltwhitmansbeard · 10 months

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hello! a few hours from now, the epilogue of go on, claim my heart, the my fair lady sequel, is gonna be posting, so i wanted to take a minute to thank everyone who has stopped by my lil corner of the internet to read what has become my largest writing project to date. i had no idea what i was getting myself into when i first started writing mfl, especially not half a year of feverish, near-obsessive plotting and writing and rewriting this story that would not leave me alone. a lot of things fell to the wayside as i wrote mfl and gocmh, and i don't regret any of it, because i can safely say that this is the writing that i am the most proud of.

i want to thank @romeoandjulietyouwish in particular for her graciously allowing me to play in her sandbox. no one's mind works like lis's, and as i have said before, she comes up with so many fucking stellar ideas that she leaves crumbs for the rest of us, so i'm super grateful that she's so kind about letting us take those crumbs and make them our own. mfl wouldn't exist without you, lis, so thank you, thank you, thank you.

i also could not wrap this series without calling out the two best readers a girl could ask for, @ravendruid and @crispysnake. y'all are fucking unhinged, but it is the exact energy that every writer needs to keep going. i can't tell you the number of times a drabble or chapter posted that i wasn't particularly fond of that you two completely changed my opinion about. you two are the kindest, most enthusiastic, most generous readers, and i'm so lucky that you're also my friends. please continue to be absolutely batshit in my tags; it's the only thing that keeps me going.

(also @otterlycaleb made fucking ART about this shit, what the fuck what the fuck what the FUCK—)

a hopefully but probably not quick note about the future of mfl: today, like literally right now, i am in the middle of my first day of work at a brand new job, one that will require me to move my entire life halfway across the country, back to my hometown. it is big and scary and exhilarating and everything i've been hoping for, and i feel so, so lucky. this does mean that for the next little bit, while i learn a new job and pick up my shit and drive cross-country, i will probably be less able to write long or short fics, so i hope y'all don't mind me shutting up for the first time in forever. that being said, while i have absolutely no plans to write a third installment in the mfl 'verse, that doesn't mean there isn't more to say (as y'all will find out in like three and a half hours lol). i fully plan on still writing tmwiw drabbles set before, during, and after mfl/gocmh, and i will still be accepting prompts and requests for drabbles set in this 'verse until i say otherwise. mfl will always occupy an inordinate amount of my brain space, and i refuse to not share that with y'all.

additionally! starting very soon (like, maybe tomorrow? we'll see how busy i am, lol), i will be posting to ao3 the entirety of the mfl 'verse in chronological order. every chapter, one-shot, and drabble, in the order that they happened. another massive shout-out to @ravendruid for being my own personal lore-keeper on this; she read every single mfl chapter, tmwiw drabble, and one-shot to help me get this shit in order. the ao3 work will be titled i've come a long, long way (also from "my fair lady" by kaleo, are we seeing a pattern here?), and the plan is to post five chapters a day until the whole thing is up (although, again, with the moving this might get a lil wibbly wobbly). there will be some additional proofreading edits to these chapters (sometimes i can't spell!!) but nothing about the substance of these chapters will change, so this is just for people who like their stories to be told chronologically (fucking weirdos). this work will only be available on ao3, although it will be linked on my mfl masterpost.

ok, i think i am done for now. i have taken up enough of your time, in so many more ways than one. thank you again, if you read every single installment of the mfl saga or if you just read a paragraph. all of it means the world to me, and i know i never would have continued past the first chapter if i weren't part of such a wonderful, loving, generous, brilliant community. i've only been watching critical role for just over a year now, part of the fandom for even less than that, and i can't believe i haven't always had y'all in my life. please continue to love and support each other, and thank you for loving and supporting me.

#me #my fair lady

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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 18

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 2882

Warnings: Mention of death, swearing

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Homecoming Queen The Archer

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Ghost

Raptor and Lightning greeted the girls exuberantly when they entered the house. Ghost took them out to use the bathroom while Juliette changed into comfier clothes. Ten minutes later, they were all on the couch scrolling through Instagram and watching The Notebook in the background.

Juliette gave Ghost a sideways glance. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Someone mentioned that you weren't too... enthused to be at the bar earlier. You also seemed more than a little gung-ho to leave. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. There's a lot going on right now, and I wasn't in the mood to socialize, but I'd promised Jackie I'd go," Ghost admitted, fiddling with her dog tags. "It's Ghoul's birthday today, so that's been on my mind mostly. Not to mention, my stunt from earlier didn't go over so well with Maverick. I was mortified when he confronted me about it."

"And? I know that look, Ghost."

"It's the only look I got."

"Annalise."

Ghost sighed and slumped into the cushions, her cheeks flaming while the truth rolled from her lips. If it had been anyone but Juliette, she would've played dumb, but for better or worse, Jules could see through all her bullshit. "I felt out of place. I mean, I had you, Rooster, Jackie, Bob, and Coyote, of course, but I can't rely on y'all to be my conversation holders the entire night. I don't know... I just wish I could be like Jackie sometimes. I don't know how she does it. She barely knew any of them but seemed to have no issues connecting with them, whereas I couldn't even figure out a stupid thing to say to start a conversation."

"Hey, you can always come to me when you feel out of place because I've been where you are. Hell, sometimes I feel like that, too, even with my history with the Daggers. It's nothing any of them do to make me feel that way, but they're all these kickass fighter pilots, and I'm me. They put their lives on the line every day, and I help make designs for jets. Point is you're not alone. If I'm there, you have me as backup, no matter what."

Ghost smiled appreciatively at her best friend. "Thank you, Jules. Have I ever told you how grateful I am for you?"

"No, but you don't need to. I know. Oh! Speaking of being grateful, I'm so happy you posted a new video on Instagram! You had this pregnant lady in tears."

"It wasn't meant to make you cry!"

"But I could feel your emotion in it! And don't worry about it; a lot of things make me cry right now. I blame it on the raging pregnancy hormones. Seriously, I cried because I finished off a pint of Ben & Jerry's, and then cried more when I realized how stupid it was that I was crying over ice cream."

"Uh, I would cry too. Ben & Jerry's is delicious! Do you have some?"

Juliette nodded. "Rooster is a saint and bought about twenty cartons when he discovered me staring at the empty container in tears. Once my nausea passes, you can bet your ass I'm getting one, but you're welcome to have one too."

"I'll wait-"

"Don't you dare wait for me if you want some!" Juliette argued, pointing a firm finger at her friend.

Ghost raised an eyebrow at her. "I don't know how this nausea thing works, though. Like, will you get sick watching me eat it? Or will the smell get to you? Because, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, I don't think you'll be able to get up off the couch and to the toilet in time if you do need to be sick."

"... I hate that you have a point. I'll be back." Juliette pushed herself off the couch and disappeared for a moment. She returned with an empty trash bin lined with a plastic bag. She collapsed onto the cushions and chirped, "Now I don't have to go to the bathroom. Go get that ice cream."

"Fine, fine, but let me know when you're ready for yours, and I'll get it for you."

"Yes, yes, now go." While Ghost headed to the kitchen, Juliette shouted after her, "So, the caption in your last video was kind of vague. Who were you singing the song about?"

Damn it, I was hoping she'd moved on from that. "Uh, an old acquaintance. We used to be best friends, shit happened, and we fell apart. That's all. Really not much to it," Ghost insisted, keeping the explanation short and to the point. Then, choosing to direct the conversation in an entirely different direction, she said, "Now, enough about me and my woes. Have you and Rooster chosen baby names yet?"

Juliette lit up like the sun. "Yes! We want to honor our dads and Bradley's mom. For girls, we're pretty set on Carole or Michelle."

"Michelle?"

"Feminine version of Mitchell. For boys, we have more options: Nick, Thomas, Mitchell, and Pete. Mitchell will be a middle name at most since that's my nephew's name. Bradley's been working on the nursery. We're going to have the babies share for a bit, and then we'll add an addition onto the house, make my office one of their bedrooms, and the new addition my office."

"If y'all need help with the nursery or the addition later on, let me know. I enjoy home renovation projects. Mainly the demolition part."

Juliette snorted. "That's Rooster's favorite part too. It's a wonder you and him didn't end up together with that shared mentality."

"Please don't remind me that I slept with your fiancé," Ghost groaned, burying her face in her hands. "I know I didn't know you at the time it happened, but it's still mortifying, even more so than when you told me who he was to you because you were at least broken up back then. Now, y'all are together and expecting babies-"

"Ghost!" Juliette grasped her friend's shoulder tightly. "Relax, okay? If it bothered me, I wouldn't bring it up, let alone joke about it. I trust you around him. If I didn't, you'd know. Besides-" a glimmer of mischief sparkled in her eyes- "I see how you look at Hangman."

Ghost scoffed. "You mean the look of utter contempt?"

"The first time I saw you two, I couldn't decide if you were going to kiss or kill each other. You may be old acquaintances, but he obviously made an impression on you the first time you met."

You're not wrong. "That's one way to put it. Now, are we going to talk about Hangman, or are we going to ogle Ryan Gosling?"

"Like you even have to ask." Juliette settled into the cushions, and a relieved Ghost followed suit. It's not that she was afraid Jules wouldn't understand her feelings toward Hangman, but Ghost didn't want to put her friend in an uncomfortable position between two of her closest friends. Besides, it's not like she didn't know some of the story already; Juliette simply hadn't put two and two together of the story Ghost told her long ago, and that was how she intended to keep it for as long as she could.

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Ghost groggily opened her eyes and looked around in a daze, aware that The Notebook no longer played on the TV; instead, the iconic "what excellent boiled potatoes" line sounded, immediately alerting her to the new movie playing, another favorite of hers. Straightening up, she looked over at Juliette, who happily munched away on a pint of ice cream while watching Pride and Prejudice.

"How long have I been out?" Ghost asked, blinking the sleep out of her eyes.

"About four hours. Just in time for the comedy show," Juliette replied with a smirk.

Ghost tilted her head. "The comedy show?"

At that moment, the door leading to the garage opened. Rooster's unmistakable voice whispered loudly, "SHHHHH. You're going to wake them up."

"This is why your call sign is Rooster. You're loud as fuck when people are trying to sleep," Hangman joked in an equally loud whisper. Ghost and Juliette shared a look and smothered their laughter.

"DOGS!" Coyote exclaimed gleefully and with no reservation in his tone. A solid smack sounded immediately after, followed by Coyote's disgruntled, "Ow!"

"Boys-" came Maverick's calm, sober voice- "they're already awake."

"Wait, they are?" Rooster's head popped out from behind the door frame, his sunglasses covering his eyes. Frowning, he stepped into the kitchen and placed his hands on his hips. Motioning at the girls, he said, "Look what you've done, Hangman!"

"Me?!" Hangman demanded indignantly, coming into view. For someone who was evidently more than a little tipsy, he appeared much more put together than his comrade. "You're the one who can't whisper to save his life. I bet Jules isn't getting sleep because you're one loud mother-"

"Don't swear! The babies could hear you!"

Hangman's expression twisted into annoyed confusion. "They won't remember if I say 'fuck' at this age."

"They will with how loud you're saying it."

Ghost leaned over and inquired quietly, "Are they always like this?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Juliette confirmed, eating one last spoonful of ice cream before standing up. Smiling in amusement at the boys, she asked, "How was tonight?"

"It was great!" Rooster replied cheerfully, hurrying over to his fiancée and kissing her. He turned to Ghost and hugged her tightly. "We missed you two there. Not the same. What have you been up to?"

"We had a girl's night, watched movies, ate some ice cream, and had a grand old time," Juliette responded, peering behind Rooster at Maverick. "Did you have much trouble getting him home?"

Maverick shook his head, chuckling. "Not really. Once I said you were waiting for him, he practically teleported to the Jeep. Hangman and Coyote followed to see you and the dogs."

"Speaking of Coyote-" Ghost looked at the kitchen area- "where exactly is he?"

Maverick glanced down beside him. "On the floor getting licked to death by the dogs."

"Wait, did I hear Ghost?!" Coyote inquired, suddenly popping up from behind the counter. "Ghost!"

He hurried over to her and lifted her into an air hug. Ghost laughed at his exuberance. Setting her back down, he asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I thought you knew I was going to be here?" Ghost answered, steadying her friend when he wobbled slightly.

"I knew you were leaving. Didn't know you were staying with Jules. Hey, Hangman, did you know?"

Jake, now kneeling on the floor and petting the dogs, shrugged. "Yeah, I figured she'd be here."

Coyote leaned in conspiratorially and said in a hushed tone, "That's why he wanted to come with us then."

"Uh-huh, sure, Javy." Ghost patted his shoulder. "Captain Mitchell, do you need help getting these two back in your car?"

"No, I think they're okay. Mostly." Maverick eyed a swaying Coyote. "Ghost, do you have a ride home, or are you staying with Jules?"

"I was going to call an Uber."

Maverick waved a dismissive hand. "Don't. I've got you covered. Where do you live?"

"About five minutes north of here, but I don't want to add to the route if it's too out of the way."

"Don't worry about it. We're heading that way to Hangman and Coyote's, so it's no issue."

Ghost hesitated for a moment, wondering whether she should accept or not, but deciding against causing a potential scene, she agreed. Turning to Juliette, she said, "Thanks for letting me hang out with you tonight. Talk to you tomorrow?"

"Of course. Maybe you can come over after Jackie leaves if you want to."

"Sounds like a plan. Good luck getting Rooster to bed."

"I have a feeling we're both going to be sleeping on the couch tonight," Juliette said, her eyes flicking over to the sofa where Rooster already snored softly. "Well, that didn't take long. Anyway, you guys get home safely. Text me to let me know."

"Yes, ma'am!" Coyote saluted her from the ground, rolled over, stood, and then marched out of the house. Hangman rolled his eyes, hugged Juliette goodbye, and then trailed after his friend. Maverick followed suit with Ghost on his heels. They approached the Jeep, where Hangman held the passenger door open. To her surprise, he motioned for Ghost to get in. All she could do was thank him and slide onto the seat. He shut the door after her, then moved to sit behind Maverick. Soon, they hit the road and headed to her place. With it being so late at night, traffic was nearly non-existent, and they arrived without any issue.

"Thanks for the ride, Captain Mitchell," Ghost said, unbuckling her seatbelt.

"Don't mention it. And please, call me Maverick. All my kids do," he told her kindly.

Ghost couldn't help the small smile that broke through. "I'll remember that, sir," she replied. Then, turning around to face Coyote behind, she added, "Thanks again for saving me from that guy at the bar earlier. I really do owe you one."

"No, no, no, you owe me nothing. Besides, I can't take all the credit. I wouldn't have even known had Hangman not mentioned something to me."

Ghost's eyes flicked to Jake, who visibly stiffened at the remark. Clearing his throat, he said casually, "I caught you trying to catch your sister's eye to send the SOS signal. I figured it was better to send Coyote to help you."

Ghost's heart wrenched painfully in her chest because she heard the unspoken words in his statement: Better to send Coyote to help than me. She remembered the last time he'd helped her all too well, how she questioned so many of her morals because of him. God knows what would've happened had he stepped in tonight instead of Coyote. As sincerely as she could, Ghost said, "Thank you, Jake."

His green eyes softened ever so slightly as he nodded in response. Suddenly feeling an overwhelming tension in the air, Ghost hurriedly said, "I'll see y'all soon. Get home safely, okay?"

Thanking Mav one more time for the ride, Ghost jumped out of the Jeep and rushed to her door, walking as fast as her legs would carry her without making it look like she wanted to run. Once inside, she sank against the door down to the floor, staring up at the ceiling in a desperate, futile attempt to view the heavens above.

"I wish you were here, Ghoul," Ghost whispered, wiping a tear off her cheek. "I could use your advice right now. Or your humor. I'd take either one at this point. I don't know what to do. I thought I hated him. I thought, after all this time, that this grudge that's been... that's been festering inside me all this time would turn into hatred, but it hasn't. It's annoyingly just stayed a grudge. And the truth of the matter is, I still love him, and I hate that I still do. It'd be so much easier if I hated him. It'd be easier to ignore him, to not overanalyze every fucking interaction and conversation we have, to not think about him even when he's not around. It'd be easier to move on with my life. But all I can think about, all I've thought about these past few years whenever something happens, is how I wish he were there with me or within reach so I can talk to him. When I got promoted, do you know who I wanted to tell first? Not my mom or my dad, not my sister, him. I physically reached for my phone and pulled up his name before I remembered I had cut him out of my life because he treated me like I was nothing when I needed him most. And when I think about that time, I remind myself that that's why I've kept my distance from him. Because I don't know what would happen if I let him break my heart like that again. I barely pulled myself back together after you died, and I can't... I can't go through that again. I'd rather face an entire terrorist organization by myself than go through feeling like that again. I'd rather feel nothing at all."

By now, the tears streamed freely down Ghost's cheeks, and her entire neck ached from trying to speak through the knot lodged in her throat. Still, she continued, the words spilling forth of their own free will with no intention of stopping until Ghost finally voiced what she'd been dying to say. "I'm so lost, Ghoul. I have friends around me, great friends; I have Juliette and Rooster; I have Coyote and Phoenix, but I still feel so alone. I wish you were here so badly. If you're listening, I need a sign. Give me a sign of what I'm supposed to do or who I'm supposed to talk to. Please. I'm begging you."

She waited for a text, a call, a knock, something, but nothing happened. Only silence responded to her anguished, tearful pleas. Ghost braced her head on her knees and quietly sobbed in the darkness of her apartment.

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charminggirl512 · 2 years

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atonement // chibs telford x oc

Chibs Telford x F!OC

Warnings: 18+, smut, language, mentioned violence, aggression

Word Count: 1,619

A/N: This is the earliest part (timeline-wise) of the Ellie/Chibs saga that I've posted. Enjoy!

They all turn and look at me as I slam the clubhouse doors open. It's just the guys and a couple of the crow eaters, and they quickly step out of my way when they see the anger on my face. I may be 5'4" on a good day, but I can stare a fucker down like a 6'4" linebacker when I'm well and truly pissed off, and trust me, I'm well and truly pissed off. I slam the Chapel room doors open and fixate my glare on my stupid, idiotic, son of a bitch boyfriend.

"Filip Telford, why the fuck was I not called the second that you got back to this clubhouse?"

"Oh, shit," Tig mutters under his breath before he tries to make a desperate escape.

"Move another inch, Trager, and I'll make sure you can never have any nasty fucked up sex again." He stops moving and pushes himself against a wall far away from me.

"I'm okay, lass," Filip says, an amused grin resting on his lips.

"You're okay? You're okay? You're getting blood all over the table from multiple gunshot wounds, but you're okay. Well, I'll just fuck off back home then. Don't why I came all the way down here at three in the morning if you're okay. Silly me," I yell at him before turning around to storm out. He grabs my hand and I spin around as I grab the gun that's tucked into the back of the sweatpants I took off of Chibs' side of the bed in my mad dash to get here.

"Ellie, can you chill the fuck out?" Opie instantly regrets letting the words slip from his mouth.

"Ope, do you want me to call your wife and tell her that you're profusely bleeding from a head wound, or do you want to tell her?" He shuts up. I turn back towards Chibs, not lowering my steady hand. "I want one day, Filip. One day where I don't have to find you bleeding. I grew up around the bloody IRA and I never had to watch anyone get stitched up as often as you all do. All I have asked you to do is call me when you get hurt and you can't do one simple thing."

"I'm sorry, lamb. I really did mean to call you," He answers softly, not acting the slightest bit bothered that I'm pointing a gun at him right now. He knows that I would never actually shoot it, but it would be nice if he would at least act a little scared. "Will you come and sit with me so that I can tell you what happened?"

I contemplate it for a second before sitting in a chair right by his head and Bobby goes back to stitching Chibs back up. The idiot grabs my hand off of the table and brings it up to his lips, kissing it three times before resting our joined hands back on the table.

"It was the Niners. We went into their territory today and they weren't happy about it. They followed us until we were almost back in Charming then started shooting. I took the brunt of the damage with a shot in the shoulder and a shot in the arm. Bobby was able to get everything fixed up and I'll be fine and dandy in just a little bit."

The tension slowly releases from my shoulders as he explains what happened. I'm soothed by knowing that it wasn't anyone Irish. I've been terrified about them coming after Chibs to get at me, which is part of the reason why I asked him to call me when he got hurt. The sooner I knew that it was or wasn't the Irish, the quicker I could make an escape plan for us. I wasn't going to lose him to my past. I would never forgive myself.

I rest my head on our hands and take a few more deep breaths to calm myself back down. The room is quiet around us, but I can feel them all staring at me. I try to hold back my tears, but I can't hold back the sob that racks through my body.

"Ellie, lamb, come here." I lay my head on his chest, doing my best to stay out of Bobby's way. "I'm okay. It's okay. I'm so sorry I didn't call you. The Irish had nothing to do with it. You're safe."

"I can't live like this, Filip. I can't keep waiting for the day that they find me or use you against me or anyone else at the club. I don't want to live like this anymore," I sob into his chest and he uses his hand threaded into my hair to guide me to look at him.

"We're working on it, baby. I'm gonna keep you safe. They're not gonna come after us to get at you. I doubt they even know how deeply involved in the club you are now. You've been here for two years and they haven't done anything. You working yourself up about it constantly isn't going to help anything."

"And by involved in the club, he means fucking one of the members," Jax says cheekily, which makes them all laugh. I roll my eyes at their testosterone-based humor and wipe away some of the tears that were all over my face.

"You all just wish I was fucking the rest of you too," I answer and they really laugh at that.

I sit there with Chibs, the both of us quietly whispering to each other about our days as the guys talk around us. Every now and then, he kisses the back of my hand or my palm or my wrist, showing affection in small ways to reassure me. Bobby finishes up with the stitches and Opie helps Jax and I take Chibs upstairs to his dorm. Once he's resting on the bed, Opie pulls me to the side.

"I'm sorry, Ellie. I was kind of a dick earlier." I can just barely see his adorable blush under his beard.

"It's okay, Ope. I was being just a little bit crazy, so it was justified. Go home and send Donna my love." I kiss his cheek and he heads downstairs with Jax following close behind him after he kisses the top of my head. I close the door gently and climb onto the bed with Chibs. I snuggle up against him on his good side and he pulls me in closer.

"I love you, Ellie."

"I love you too, Filip."

"Good. Now that we've established that, come and sit on my face so I really apologize." I laugh at first until I realize that he's not joking.

"Chibs, I'm not sitting on your face. You just got shot and you should be resting. There's plenty of time for sex in the future."

"I can rest perfectly fine with your pussy on my tongue. Hop on, lass. Let me atone for my sins." The smirk on his lips tells me that he's not going down without a fight, so I give in, though it won't exactly be an annoying experience for me. This man knew how to eat pussy better than anyone else I'd ever been with.

I stand up and shimmy the sweatpants down my hips. As I'm hooking my fingers into my panties and pulling them down, I'm watching Chibs' dick grow in his pants. Once I'm nude from the waist down, I try to climb on the bed and give him the best blow job of his life, but he stops me.

"You better be sitting on my face in the next ten seconds or I'm not fucking you for a week. Take your top off too. I wanna watch your tits shake as I make you come over and over again." I pout but listen to him anyways.

I carefully straddle his head, doing my best to avoid touching his arm or shoulder. I use the headboard to hold myself up, not wanting to suffocate my dear boyfriend, though he's quick to hook his good arm around my waist and pull me down until I'm resting fully on his face.

I'm sure my moans can be heard from downstairs as Chibs begins feasting on my pussy, his tongue lapping at my entrance while his nose continually nudges my clit. I yelp when he nips at it with his teeth before flattening his tongue against the hard bud continually as my thighs begin to shake. I come undone when he slides two fingers into me and hooks them into my g-spot repeatedly.

"Please, please, please," I beg, though I'm not entirely sure of what.

He slowly licks me from my clit to my entrance over and over again as I come back down. Once I'm done shaking, he's back to finger fucking me as he sucks my clit between his lips, the suction quickly giving me another orgasm. He tries to keep feasting on me, but I push his head away when the pleasure becomes the pain of overstimulation.

I gently climb off and rest next to him. He makes sure that I'm watching him as he slides his wet fingers into his mouth. I try to give him the blow job that I wanted to give him earlier, but he stops me once again.

"Tonight was for you, lass. I don't want anything from you. Just let me hold you and sleep."

I kiss his lips softly before settling my head on his chest with our legs tangled together. He whispers how much he loves me as his hand gently runs up and down my back until we both drift off to sleep.

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van-yangyin · 10 months

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TW tw: mental breakdown, tw: illness, it's abour our dog (Lea and me), just in case

A month and a few days ago I guess you have seen how I've done practically nothing on this blog, just writing challenges and little else. That's because some time ago Yuka, the puppy of our family (me and @lea-heartscxiv among them) didn't eat any fodder, and started scratching the wall with her mouth. At first we didn't take it as something so serious, in fact we thought it was the fodder, because she did eat the homemade food. But the night of the 6th to the 7th July, during the night she became very immobile and only breathed (although the first thing shouted was that she was dead, which was something quite shocking, before seeing her breathing) so we decided to take her to the vet, first we went to one and she told us that Yuka was anemic, that she ate very little and that lacked red blood cells, she needed a blood transfusion and they referred us to another vet. We went to the other vet and they did the same tests as at the other vet because the information they sent to them was insufficient and poorly done. They did an analysis and an ultrasound, in the analysis they found insufficient red blood cells as in the other vet and in the ultrasound they found that she has a fairly large tumor in the stomach which is what causes anemia, as the tumor causes the vitamins in the food to reject the vitamins provided.

The first operation is very expensive, of the three options we were given from $1600 to $2600 the most expensive (more or less) and it is also the first of many, not counting chemotherapies. It's a hereditary disease, she's 10 years old and her father died when he was 13 years old because of the same thing, so surely it was something that had to happen to her. In the end, much to our regret, we have decided not to operate her, because of the financial issue and because we don't want her to spend the last years of her life with operations and all that entails both physically and psychologically. This week until next week we're administering pills and liquids that protect her stomach so that she can eat again, the problem is that it's decisive that she eats, otherwise we will have to go back to the vet and see what we can do. And just today she doesn't want to eat anything and has vomited the pill along with the food we have given her. We have already had another dog with tumor in the past, in fact she had threetumors and died at the age of 15 without any operation, in fact she died because got lost and her condition when she was found was very weak (I was still a toddler). Although we know that every dog is different, when it has to happen it will happen and in the meantime she will be surrounded by lots of love and lots of cuddles, be it one, two, three, four, five years or whatever.

Lately that's why I haven't had the energy to sit down and start organizing posts of Custom Content to share. I've only been able to draw, write and create half-made custom content that isn't even well done, because of this lack of emotional energy.

I hope you can understand my situation. It's not that I'm leaving everything half done, it's just that my mental energy is only focused on Yuka, just like it's with Lea. We're starting again to publishing but for Costum Content part I don't want to share anything at the moment, because I can't do things in mood I'm in and then later regret what I've shared because I hated the final result.

I'm already starting to process everything that is going on and waiting for this week to see how everything progresses and if Yuka will finally eat or not, and get the energy she's missing. It's so heartbreaking to see how she wouldn't stand still before and now she's not even able to walk down a step from the door to go into the house. All she can do is just lie in the yard. But unlike the other day, now every time we go to her, she gets up and wags her tail, which was very difficult for her the pasts days.

#tw: mental breakdown #tw: illness #it's abour our dog (Lea and me)#non sims #although it's about it at the end #lea-heartscxiv #van-yangyin

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einno-arko · 2 years

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Father's Day Text

Word Count: +900

Summary: Marc was never good at showing his father how much he truly loved him.

Warnings: Mentions of character death, angst, mentions of neglectful parents.

A/N: I know I'm a day late, but the idea came to me late last night and I figured I should type it out. This is the first actual fic that I've posted for Moon Knight, and hopefully it won't be my last. This did not have a beta reader so I apologize if it's rough!

This is self-indulgent! I do not condone the actions and mistreatment that Elias put Marc through as a child!

All it took was one message to send Marc’s mind spiraling.

A deep-rooted chill bled through his armor as rain pelted his crouched form, the tremble in his hand threatening to send the phone careening down into the alleyway below. The smell of copper and ancient sand permeated the air, blending with the petrichor of the overhanging storm. He had grown accustomed to the smell that seemed to cling to his God and, in turn, his armor throughout the few years he had acted as his Avatar, but it did nothing to ease the growing pit in his stomach.

The message that stared up at him was a painfully simple one, one that took him all night and multiple drafts to type out. It was not the content of the message that bothered him, though, but rather who the message was meant for.

His mother died almost a year ago and, in wake of her passing, Marc was left with a bitter cocktail of grief, anger and regret. He used to think that gifts would bring his mother back to him—that the handpicked bouquets of dandelions would grace her sullen features with a smile as bright as the sun. But after years of finding crumpled up paintings and wilted weeds tossed haphazardly into the kitchen trash, he grew to learn that he could not breathe new life into something that’s already dead.

“There’s movement coming from inside the warehouse,” The echoing voice of the Moon God bellowed from the other side of the roof, but the observation fell upon deaf ears. The downpour was loud, muddled with the sound of linen gracefully whipping the empty space beside him. Marc was usually on high alert during his nightly patrols, a habit that was instilled into him during his time in the service. Tonight, however, his mind was elsewhere.

“Marc,” another voice spoke over the dissonance, and Marc turned his attention to the small puddle of rainwater that had gathered beside him. He was greeted with the sight of white and red, speckles of blood dotting the surface of his mask and hood as a pair of moon-lit eyes gazed up at him, “You don’t have to send it if you don’t want to. I can send it.”

Marc shook his head,” I know, Steven, it’s just—I can’t—” he let out a soft sigh, “I don’t want him to think that I don’t love him, you know?”

Unlike his mother, his father did not retreat into his grief. Instead, he tried his best to hold together what was left of their broken family, gluing together any cracks that formed between the three of them. He was the one who took care of Marc growing up; patching him up after a rough day outside, tucking him in at night and comforting him when he would wake up in a panic. It was as if he were trying to make up for his mother’s distance. But it did not make it hurt any less. If anything, it made it worse.

It felt like he did nothing to really protect Marc from her wrath, almost excusing her abuse with his lack of input. He always made sure to be there for him during the aftermath, but you can only glue the cracks together for so long until everything falls apart.

“He knows we love him; a text won’t make him think any differently.”

“I should have gone to see him today, took him out to lunch and—and—” he shook his head again, “I should have done something that isn’t this,” he gestured down at the phone in his hands, the urge to let it slide from his grasp returning tenfold.

Even after leaving home, he could never bring himself to reach out to his father. He used to blame him for his mother’s torment. But as he grew older, the resentment melted into regret as he came to realize that his father had been just as helpless as him. Much like Marc’s gifts, nothing his father did seemed to free his mom from her grief. And when she died, Marc did not want to let his dad believe that he had truly lost everyone.

“Look, I personally think the message you’ve got typed up there is perfect, really. I think he’ll appreciate it.” Steven assured him tilting his head up slightly towards the phone.

“Are you sure? I don’t want-” a volley of gunfire echoed up from the alleyway below as a chorus of screams followed in suite. Marc sprang to his feet, a string of curses escaping his mouth as he peered over the ledge of the roof. The same group of men he had been tailing all night now stood at the entrance of the docking bay, firing into the darkened warehouse. He turned his attention to Khonshu.

“The idiots activated the scarab,” Khonshu clarified as he too peered down at the warehouse, “you need to get down there, my son, and retrieve it before the curse makes its way onto the streets.” Marc simply nodded in compliance, turning his head back towards the action before pausing. He glanced down at the phone still weighing his hand down; it would only take a second to send the text and get it over with. To let his dad know that he does still care and that he loves him. But to send the message is to commit to something he quite frankly couldn’t right now, not tonight. With a heavy sigh, he returned the phone to his pocket before diving over the ledge. Father’s Day had to wait.

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