#lemme know if you see what i was trying to do with the shadows behind 'me'

[descendantofthesparrow]

the invitation inspired art but its me shoving myself into the movie and imagining stupid scenarios

also regency style dresses my beloved

[leighsartworks216]

I Was Hoping You'd Find Me Here

Harvey x gn!Farmer

Inspired by how Harvey goes from saying "I was hoping you wouldn't find me here" to "I was hoping you'd find me here" after marriage when you find him in the hedge maze. Y'all when I say I dropped everything out of nowhere, actual *hours* after getting that line, to write this, I mean it. Also not proofread bc as soon as I finished the sex-repulsion started rearing it's ugly head so if there're any typos lemme know lol

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, hand jobs, blow job mention, anxiety, embarrassment, blood mention, praise kink, slight dom/sub

Word Count: 1,863

Masterlist

AO3

"I was hoping you'd find me here." Bright blush illuminated Harvey's face even in the shadow of the looming hedges.

The farmer smirked. "Oh, were you?"

They pressed closer into his space, until the leaves behind his back were catching on the fabric of his green jacket, rustling with the disturbance of his weight. He nearly leapt out of his skin when their fingers curled around his belt loops, pulling him closer.

In the shadows of the moonlight, smirking like a cat staring down its prey, he could almost imagine them being a vampire. He gulped thinking about their teeth on his neck, biting down until they drew blood. And the hot press of their tongue lapping it up.

"What are you thinking about, darling?"

Their eyes glimmered like they knew exactly what he'd just been picturing in his mind. He felt warmth reach the tips of his ears and travel down his neck. He wasn't a stranger to intimacy, but he was all too aware of their location, and Maru just around the corner.

His spouse granted him the mercy of not having to answer as they slotted their lips over his, nipping at his lower lip. It only reignited the thoughts from before. He groaned softly, cupping their cheek and leaning into the kiss. They tasted like the breakfast he cooked for them that morning with their produce. Their skin was dusted with a fine layer of dirt, no doubt from tending to the fields before the end of the season. His thumb began brushing it away without thought, his other hand sliding up their arm to cradle their neck.

He gasped, eyes shooting wide open as the buckle of his belt loosened. The smirk from before was now a soft grin, sweet like their fresh maple syrup. “Do you want me to stop?” they whispered.

Everything in his mind said yes. They were in public for Yoba’s sake! Everyone in town was here. There was no telling when somebody could enter the maze and stumble upon them. People who were his patients, who knew him professionally, and the very few who knew him more personally.

He glanced over their shoulder.

They were in the dark… And everybody who wanted to do the maze was already in here, lost somewhere out of earshot… His only concern was Maru, but even she wouldn’t come this way unless she had reason to.

The farmer waited patiently, listening to his frantic heart as he made up his mind. Their hands were still, ready to finish undoing his belt, or to help readjust it back in place. If he asked, they’d grab his hand and drag them back home, back to bed in a mess of sloppy kisses and whispered praises.

“Harv?”

He blinked. With another anxious swallow to tamp down his fears, he kissed them again softly. “I want this,” he muttered against their lips. “I-I’ll try to be quiet.”

They kissed him back sweetly. “Good boy.”

The pet name immediately sent chills down his spine, emboldened by his belt being fully undone and his trousers being unbuttoned. It wasn’t long before their hand pushed into his pants and wrapped around his hardening cock. He keened as quietly as he could manage into their mouth. They happily swallowed up the sound with another kiss.

Their thumb stroked over his slit, spreading the beads of precum already leaking from him. He felt a bit silly, truth be told, like a teenager who snuck out to see his partner in the dead of night, hiding under school bleachers to make out. It made him feel young again. He could almost imagine himself when he was younger, head still set on becoming a pilot despite everything going against him, with a paramour of his own, on a secret, late-night outing.

Though, his secret paramour being his spouse, who chose them despite every other eligible bachelor and bachelorette who pined for their affections, made this even better than in his fantasies.

They pulled away to kiss at the corner of his mouth. “Can you be quiet for me, baby?”

He nodded before his mind even fully comprehended the question.

Their kisses trailed further along his jaw, nipping just under his jaw where any marks wouldn’t be so easily seen. (If he were shorter, anyway.) They languidly pumped his cock in their fist as they loosened his tie next, fluidly unbuttoning the first and second buttons with nimble fingers and pushing his collar aside. Wet, open-mouthed kisses decorated his clavicle. Their tongue dipped in the hollow of his throat, before sucking over his Adam’s apple. When he swallowed, they grinned against it.

He bit his lip to remind himself to be quiet, breathing heavy through his nose as they unbuttoned a few of the middle buttons in his dress shirt and pressed their hand to his stomach, sliding around to his sides.

He shivered again. Their hands were calloused from farming for almost two years straight, rough and yet so gentle with him.

They squeezed the base of his dick before pumping around the head a few times. He whimpered, clamping a hand over his mouth to stop any further sounds from slipping out. If he could, he’d be fully leaned up against the hedge, using it for support as they worked him with as much ease as they ran the farm. Unfortunately, to do so would be to fall into the branches shrouded in the mess of dark leaves.

They kissed back up to his ear, nibbling the lobe, teasing the flesh with one of their canines. He sighed shakily as the thought of vampirism shot to the forefront of his mind again.

“Where do you want to cum, baby?” They whispered against the helix of his ear. “In my hand?” They accentuated the words by dragging their middle finger along the underside of his cock, along the thick, sensitive vein. “Or my mouth?” They sucked his lobe into their mouth, swirling their tongue along it.

They were so close, they could hear and feel the effect they had on him. His heart was racing so fast and loud in his chest, he would have worried it was sounding like a drum throughout the whole town, calling everyone to their location, had he the mind for it. Instead, all he could think about was images of kissing them like a madman as he finished in their hand. Or the feeling of their hair in his hand as they swallowed around his cock, milking him until he was utterly spent. For as much as he would have loved seeing them on their knees before him, looking up at him, highlighted only by the moon in this dark alley of the maze, he feared it would completely destroy his ability to be quiet. Already, he was fighting to stay hushed, when all they’d done is touch and kiss him.

He pulled his hand from his mouth, shaking as he decided his answer. “H-Hand,” he breathed. “P-Please, honey, let me cum.”

They pushed their face into his hand to move it out of the way without having to stop feeling the hair on his chest or trailing down his stomach, or the soft fat on his sides. “I will, darling.” They kissed him long and sweet, but his mouth chased for more and more, passionate and needy as he cupped both their cheeks and pulled them closer, closer, closer.

He moaned and whimpered against their lips as they jerked him off faster. The sounds rumbled low in his throat, like a beast within him was being drawn out with their ministrations. They coaxed his mouth open with their tongue, the bitter taste of coffee mixing with their sweetness. The concerns about being silent slipped his mind entirely as he fast approached his orgasm. They diligently muffled his beautiful sounds, their own mind flooded with love and adoration for the man they chose to marry. Their wonderful, nerdy doctor.

His breath caught in his throat sharply. His hips bucked mindlessly as his cock twitched in their hand. They covered his tip with their palm, stroking just under the head with their thumb as they caught the hot strands of cum. As his dick softened, he sighed shakily against their mouth.

They pulled away first, making sure they got as much of his spend as they could before pulling their hand from his pants. Their hand left his shirt to cup his cheek. He smiled when he felt them trying to fix his mustache.

“Good?”

He nodded. “Really good,” he assured them. A new wave of blood rushed to his cheeks as he noticed their hand, awkwardly held and covered in semen. He removed himself from their hold to fish around his pockets for a packet of tissues. He pulled a couple out of the plastic and cleaned their hand, wrapping the soiled tissues in another protective layer of tissue. When he looked back up at their face, tucking the packet back into his pocket, they had a big, dopey smile on their face. “What?”

They laughed. “You, that’s what. I just didn’t expect you to have tissues.”

“I’m a doctor,” he offered as an explanation with an embarrassed chuckle.

“You’re adorable.” He began rooting around his pockets again. “Hand sanitizer?”

He must’ve been as red as a ripe tomato when he pulled out the small bottle of sanitizer. But they just chuckled and held out their hands, diligently rubbing it between each finger and down their wrists. As they did, he began putting himself back together. He rebuttoned his shirt, tucking it back into his pants to give the illusion that nothing happened. Then he zipped, buttoned, and buckled his trousers once more. His spouse finished cleaning their hands just in time to fix his tie, pressing a kiss to his chin when they finished.

“Ah, thank you, for that, by the way,” he stammered.

They adjusted his collar and smiled warmly at him. “Of course. It was my pleasure.” They grabbed his hand and tugged him out of the alley. “If you wanna wait out there, it shouldn’t take me long to get the golden pumpkin.”

He tugged on their hand, pulling them to a stop just before the entrance of the maze. His heart began racing again as he tried not to regret what he was about to say. “C-Can I go with you?”

“Are you sure?”

He looked down the path, toward where Maru meandered about, trying to gather her sense of direction. It was lit well enough… He tried to ignore the grabby hands peeking around the corner.

The farmer squeezed his hand. “You don’t have to, Harvey. I know you don’t like scary things.”

“I…” He took a deep breath, looking at them once more. “I want to. You make me want to be brave.”

They beamed up at him, pressing a quick peck to his cheek. “Okay, if you say so. Don’t let go of my hand, right?”

He held on a bit tighter. “Right.”

Together, they marched into the haunted hedge maze.

…

Harvey stuck around with Abigail until the farmer came back with the prize.

[lucky-bucky-boy]

Restless Night

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: An impulsive phone call leads to a happy ending

Word Count: 1307

Warnings: Slight angst, smut, pet names, little to no (y/n), mentions of missions, lemme know if i missed anything  

A/N: MCU!Peter - I do plan to write something for TASM!Peter in the future but this was just easier for my brain to set up the scene. I wanted to do something different and challenged myself to write something that was more dialogue-heavy than I’ve written in a while. Not my best work, but a little smutty smut bc why not

I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my writing and/or fics anywhere without my written permission. Reblogs are welcomed and highly appreciated!

The soft sound of the television playing a forgotten movie almost drowned out the sound of the phone ringing, tucked under a pillow and muffled. The sweet cusp of sleep was only moments away, being dragged out by the vibrating as the first call ended and a second came through. 

The near unconsciousness caused forethought to be left behind, grabbing the phone, answering the call, and putting it to your ear. A soft "hello?" was all you could muster. 

"Hey, baby."

A tsunami of emotions flooded through your body, suddenly wide awake and hyper aware of everything that was going on; The television was nearing the end of the movie you had put on, your clock reading 1:32, the lights from the cars passing by casting various dancing shadows around your room.  

"I've missed you, baby." 

His voice was sweet, almost addictive and something you hadn't realized was a need buried deep inside you. You shuffled, forcing yourself up and sitting against the squishmallow he'd won for you on your first time, something you hadn't been able to get rid of. 

"Hi, Peter," you voice was quiet, sleep still etched between the syllables. There was a beat of silence between the two of you, "Peter, why'd you call? It's been 10 months."

Peter let out a soft sigh, you could hear him shuffling around. "Missing you really bad tonight, love. M' on a mission," there was another sigh, "I almost got hurt, like really hurt. Thankfully Bucky was there. All I could think about was you."

"Peter!" You voice was now much louder, instantly filled with worry, "Don't go and get yourself ki-"

He cut you off, "I wasn't tryna get hurt, baby. We got ambushed. We had just went in there for me to copy some information onto a drive. Ended up being some rogue Hydra agents, a leg of them we didn't even know existed." Peter was rambling and he knew it, he was starting to think the reason he called was a bad one. 

You sighed, body riddled with a million different emotions, "Pete, why'd you call me?"

"I miss you," his words had a slight whine to them, "I wanna touch you so badly, wanna hold you and kiss you."

If he was there you would have undoubtedly melted into him. The breakup was mutual, but difficult nonetheless. Between trying to focus on your career and all of the responsibilities Peter had, it was near impossible to maintain a relationship - there was no time for date nights or dinner, no time to sit and reminisce and talk about the future. For months, the only time spent together was sleeping in the same bed, which was almost always disrupted by some responsibility. 

You two loved each other, loved each other more than yourselves most days. But it had become too taxing and tiring, the constant worrying, near lack of support because attention was needed elsewhere. So, after a long, tearful date night gone wrong, the two of you agreed to break up, maybe try again when there were less things counting on you both. 

Peter regretted it immediately, but he had wanted to give you space, give you time to flourish and not worry about him. He'd asked M.J. and Ned all the time what you had been up to, he would check your Instagram and Snapchat to see the things you were posting and proud of. He did whatever he could to support you from afar. 

But tonight, tonight he dared to be selfish, he needed to be selfish. Deep down he knew it was wrong, calling you up in the middle of the night because the adrenaline was still pumping through his veins and all he wanted was to be with you. 

"I miss you too, Pete." Your voice was soft again, it always was in moments like this. Where the intimacy lay just behind every fiber in your body. 

He hummed, starting to get antsy as he continued to try to figure out how to say what he wanted. "Baby, can you do me a favor?"

"What is it, Pete?" You almost hated how quickly you answered, how eager you were. 

"Touch yourself, sweetheart. I wanna hear you touch yourself."

The gasp that left you was audible. Peter was never incredibly bold, never the type to initiate unless you two were definitely alone. Even in those moments, it was always sweet and loving. But this, Peter calling in the middle of the night, a desperate whine to his words and an insane neediness that make his tone demanding. 

“Baby, if you don’t want to, you can just hang up. I won’t be upset with you.” You could hear some ruffling and the sound of metal hitting the floor. “I just miss the pretty sounds you make, miss the way your face scrunches up, miss the feeling of your skin against mine.”

This wasn’t a command you were going to disobey. He was still rambling, your mind only half paying attention to the honey-like words he was saying. “Do you want me to use my hand or one of my toys?”

He paused for a moment and you could practically hear the smile spread across his lips. “Use your hand, sweetheart. Run you hands across your body like I would.”

You could hear the moment Peter wrapped his hand around himself, a small groan leaving his lips. You listened to him, it being nearly impossible not to. "Wish you were here, Petey," the words slipped out of you as your fingers danced across your skin, sending goosebumps in their wake. 

Your eyes were pinched shut, listening to every whimper and sigh the came through your phone, doing your best to pretend your own touch was his. "Me too, God, me too. Miss kissing your skin, hearing your little gasps when I nip."

"Peter," you couldn't help but whimper, forgoing anymore teasing and quickly giving your clit the much needed attention. It never took long with Peter for you to become needy and impatient, let alone when it had been almost a year since you heard the noises he was making, "I'm not gonna last long, want you so badly," your words were gasped out between soft moans, instant pleasure radiating from your core already making your body warm.

"Me neither, baby," there was a low groan that slipped from him, strangled as he attempted to hold himself together. With every sound you made, he nearly felt like he was in a dream. But he knew this was real, his subconscious hyper aware of the thin walls in the shitty hotel he was holed up in for the night and the super soldier who undoubtedly could hear him. 

A endless stream of "fuck"s, gasps, moans, and whimpers flooded through each phone. It only took a few more minutes before the coil burst and the warmth of your high shook through your body, thighs quaking and chest heaving. Peter followed suit, a breathy moan of your name as he spilled into his hand and all over his abdomen. 

There was a lingering silence as the  other of you recovered, both taking in what has just happened while relishing in the aftermath. Peter broke the silence first, "Need to get m'self cleaned up," he mumbled. There was another beat of silence from him, "I do really miss you."

You hummed your agreement, shifting yourself into a more comfortable position. "I do really wish you were here." 

He huffed out a small laugh, a sound that was laced with relief and contentedness. "I'll be home tomorrow at 4. I still got my key, I'll bring dinner, and we can talk. How does that sound?"

Now it was your turn to laugh, excitement filling every nerve in your body. "It sounds like a date."

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

Hiiiii, let me just say I love you writing!!!!! <3

Anyway my request is headcanons of Percy with a child of Erebus s/o. Erebus is the primordial god of darkness.

Like as a child of a primordial they’re extremely powerful and have like shadow powers. They also have really good night vision. They’re like super powerful at night because of all the darkness and a possible blessing of their step-mom Nyx.

Anyway have a good day/night :))))

���⭒˚.⋆ percy jackson x child of erebus! reader hcs

content: percy jackson x child of erebus! reader hcs warning: none!! author's note: i know the pics are very feminine, but i tried my best to make this gn bc i noticed the 'child' instead of daughter!! i think i did it???? if you guys see any gendered terms, lemme know so i can fix it!! i know this is basically the daughter of nyx one i did but i like nightime escapades okay???? (im actually terrified of the dark and sleep with a nightlight at my grown ass age)

"and what do you think youre doing?" a voice questioned from behind percy, causing him to slip and fall from the brick wall he was just beginning to climb

"ow," he whined, resting a hand against his surely bruised ribs and attempting to look through the darkness at whoever scared him

"sorry! sometimes i forget other people can't see so well in the dark," you laughed lightly, holding your hand out to pull him back to his feet

percy took it, giving you a slightly grateful smile as he was back on his feet

"you must be y/n, then? erebus' kid?" percy questioned, dusking his sweatpants off, suddenly wishing he'd changed into better clothes like he vaguely thought to do

what kind of impression does blue food dye stained sweatpants give???

a bad one, surely.

"yup! the one and only, spooky master of the dark," you mocked all, dramatically, waving your hands around, which percy could just barely make out in the darkness

"great title. i personally go by lord of the seafoam but that's what my enemies call me," percy joked, enjoying your chuckles more than he thought he would

"and what do your friends call you?" you questioned with a tilt of your head.

"oh, also lord of the seafoam. or percy," he winked with a beaming smile that you didn't need night vision to see.

"well, lord of the seafoam, you never answered my question."

"hmm? OH! right, well, you see, my step dad mentioned something about a meteor shower tonight and i was trying to get to bunker nine to sit on the roof to watch it," percy explained with a shrug

"no way! me too! well, i was gonna use the half blood hill, but still!" you replied, bouncing on the balls of your feet in excitement

"actually, could i come with you? you know how leo is, probably still working in there and once he starts yapping, he never stops. i'd probably miss the whole thing," percy lied.

he knew leo was dead asleep and he gave percy a key to bunker nine just so he could watch the meteor shower

but was he really gonna pass up the opportunity to watch it with someone so dashing?? he's stupid, but not that stupid

"yeah, course! c'mon, i got snacks too!" you nodded, instantly, reaching forwards and grasping his wrist and dragging him towards half blood hill

percy was grateful you were leading the way for two reasons: one, he couldn't see for shit in this darkness, and two, it allowed him to hide his blush behind your back.

you'd already set up a place by what used to be thalia's tree, a blanket splayed out and snacks splattered on top

it was a perfect view over camp and of the sky, percy sure it would be difficult to miss the shower now

but, while you guys waited, you and percy couldn't seem to stop talking

the randomest and stupidest stuff

"aliens. yes or no?"

"obvi. hard yes."

"is cereal a soup?"

"technically yes, but i'd like to live in delusion that's it not."

"who do you think-" percy started but got cut off by your hands shooting out and wrapping around his arm

"look, look! it's starting!" you explained, pointing up at some streaking lights through the dark sky

you guys watched in silent awe for a while before percy leaned over to you, which wasn't much of a distance as you still clung to his arm

"why does a shooting star taste better than a comet?" he whispered, his eyes still on the sky

you squinted at him suspiciously but hummed in question

"It's a little meteor."

silence and then the cutest giggles percy's ever heard

"that's so chessy!" you managed to get out between your laughs, basically curled into percy's side

and his smile was beginning to hurt his cheeks

then a comfortable silence settled over the two once more, their eyes drawn back to the fireballs shooting through the sky

well, your eyes were

percy's eyes stayed on you, his blood rushing in his ears and his heart beating like a drum

then you caught him, out of the corner of your eye, biting your lip to keep your smile at bay

you were sure he didn't know you knew, your excellent night vision being the only reason you could see his eyes on you so clearly

then the final meteor flew by and percy started praying for just one more, not wanting the night to end

"this was fun...lord of the seafoam," you mocked, bumping your shoulder with his

percy laughed at the call back, but his heart wasn't in it

he knew this night would end and you guys would just be acquaintances, someone you just wave at as you pass on the way to your cabin, but never another conversation to be had

or that's what percy thought.

"of course, master of the darkness," he tried to joke, trying to hide his disappointment at the ending night, "any time-"

before he could get another mopey word out, you were shooting forwards, a kiss pressed firmly to his cheek

the words died on his tongue

"you know, i think the full moon is tomorrow. do you wanna-"

"yes. totally. let's do it," percy instantly cut in, shaking off your nearly paralyzing touch, the need to see you again enough to break him of any spell or prison.

[normansnt]

The prince pt.4

For @skyxqueen8 (:

Sorry it might be a bit short sorry for that but I think its good lemme know how you like it also SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT IMMA TRY AND BE FASTER🫡

Warnings: reader gets beaten up, mentions of Alastor torturing

"Alastor I'll be fine, I truly don't want to bother you I see you're busy."

You tried your best to convince Alastor to let you go out alone. Now, usually he would, of course he knew how powerful you were you are the prince of hell after all, the fact that you don't like to use your powers doesn't hinder you much you use them when you're in danger.

But there have been headlines about you two dating. Vox's doing no doubt, and with the amount of people that Alastor managed to piss off during his years in hell it's really not safe for you out there.

"My dear, how could I ever be busy for you?" He asked baffled as he took a hold of your hand to stop you from leaving.

You turned around and gave him a quick kiss on his lips.

"My love, I will be just fine I can handle myself. I know the news has been full with us dating but to be fair that puts you in more danger than me, who wouldn't want to hold the kings son's lover for ransom?"

You argued back.

And you had a point, Alastor thought.

"Very well then, dear, however do not forget your radio remember you just turn it on and I shall be there as quick as possible."

You kissed him again and then smiled.

"Yes, I know"

He got you a pocket radio when he first saw the news. So whenever you need him you can just turn it to the channel you knew is his and hell be there in a second (idk lets just pretend).

You really weren't going out for anything special, you just wanted to get coffee with your dad like you do every week.

But the people who Alastor has pissed off didn't care much about where you were going they just wanted to make the fucker pay for what he has done. These were the sharks that Mimzy screwed over and Alastor had to clean her mess up. However during that clean up he kinda ate the boss's son and the boss was not please.

You could take on some annoying sharks really, but they attacked sudden. From the dark. While you were listening to music. So there really wasn't much you could do.

They showed you into an alley and started to beat you up with all sorts of junk they could find. You tried to reach the radio but when they showed you to the ground it broke.

This was when you decided to not play the part of helpless little prince waiting for his knight and used your powers to at least scare them away from you, you didn't have strength left to do anything else.

When you stood up, painfully, you reached for the pocket radio Alastor gave you, at least, for the parts of it.

"Fucking assholes" you liked that radio, you listened to Alastors podcast on it.

You knew you couldn't go see your dad in the state you were in you'd just worry him so you headed back home.

It was a hard journey with all the pain you were in but you managed.

You knew Alastor had things to do so you hoped he wouldn't be home. You didn't want to worry him.

"And who, pray tell, hurt my gorgeous little deer in such ways?" You heard the voice of your boyfriend from behind you as you entered your shared quarters.

"AHH, Fuck, Alastor I-I thought you wouldn't be-"

"Answer the question, please"

His voice was different. And as he exited from the shadows you saw that his voice was not the only thing different.

He wasn't smiling. He had a collected expression on his face, a terrifying calmness. You knew it wasn't directed at you.

He walked over to you and put his hand on your bloody cheek. He stroked your cheek with his thumb while you nestled into the warmness of his palm.

"You know those, sharks, that came here after Mimzy?" You asked him. His thumb stopped.

"Mimzy?" His voice was overly static barely audible.

"No, its not her-"

"I will be back soon" he said still overly static. And with that he left, not without leaving his shadow with you to patch you up.

"Shit" you mumbled. You wondered if you should have said anything.

Alastor's shadow made you sit down, and started tending to your wounds.

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You woke up at 3 am to the ruckus of Alastor coming into you guys's room.

"Alastor" you whispered.

He was bloody all over as he halted on his way to the bathroom.

"Why are you up, darling?" He asked.

You could hear the exhaustion in his voice.

"What happened."

"Ah-ah-ah dear, I asked the question first." He tried to make the situation lighter.

"Its hard to sleep when your boyfriend is out hell knows where or doing what." You answered with just a hint of anger in your voice.

You took a breath and sighed.

"Your turn"

"Well...dear I don't think you wish to hear the details I know you are not particularly fond of violence, lets just say, I have plenty of new voices for my broadcast, these are going to be longer sessions however, these filths are getting the extra special treatment."

He answered slowly, trying not to anger you further.

You were trying to keep up the strong facade but you just ended your falling into his arms mumbling how worried you were. He hugged you back tightly, holding you to his body.

"I'm sorry, my darling, no harm shall ever befall you under my eye again." He mumbled into your hair.

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In the following weeks all everyone could talk about was how the sessions on radio demons podcast have gotten hours long, just screams for hours, this has never happened someone must have really pissed him off. From then on, Alastor stayed true to his word, no one dared to lay a finger on you.

[serxinns]

Teachers Kid pt 2: Meeting the class

Requested by @tell-me-whyyyy-am-i-here

"Ua high.." you thought to yourself while standing in silence staring in wonder at the gate it was so much larger than on TV you kept staring blankly until your dad snapped you out of your thoughts "So are you just gonna keep standing there or are we gonna go in" he teased you did a playful glare at him he chuckled in Respond the two of you want to the gates at the entrance were waiting for a small mouse it had a big scar on his left eye wearing a suit smiling warmly and there was

"Greetings y/n l/n and welcome Ua" He held out his hand as you both shaked "I heard lots of things about you I'm sure you're gonna like it here and your classmates I heard they're eager to meet you" Nezu excitingly said

You smiled excited to be here Aizawa forming a small smile under his scarves glad that the 2 of you were getting along,

You arrived at the classroom you heard a mix of yelling chattering and talking when Aizawa and Nezu walked in 1st everyone stopped what they were doing and it became quiet "Class I would like your attention please we have a new student you'd like to meet" Aziawa motioned you to come here you took a deep breath and walked up to him and Aizawa placed his hand on your shoulder "Class this is y/n Aizawa my child"

"Hi everyone" you lazily smiled brightly waving some of the classmates were blushing most were smiling and waving back "My dad would tell me everything about you all lemme guess your izuku correct?" you pointed at the green haired freckled boy who blushed madly they noticed him?! "y-Yea that's me!" "And your jirou am I correct?" jirou was surprise and blushed as well "Uh yeah nice to meet you" your father was getting a little jealous "Well before they sat down do you have any questions you have 5 mi-"

"do you have sensei's quirk? Or your moms quirk or your dads quirk or both "

"where did you get your good looks from 😏"

"how did you survive being raised by him?!"

"is he your mean grandfather?"

As you were getting bombarded by a bunch of questions by your classmates trying to answer one by one your dad was getting jealous and also mad at the old Questions he doesn't look that old right? (yes yes you do) "Alright class I think you asked enough questions kid go to your seat by the red haired kid right there" Kirishima exictidely raised his hand to signal where you were while the rest of them whined a bit wanting to sit right next to you

At hero training, you were doing stretches and getting ready for the sparing you tsuyu was gonna be ur training partner the two of you were having it out tsuyu managed to get a few hits on you but you were able to tackle and pin her down with ease

"sorry if I went to hard on you" you handed her your extra water bottle tsuyu and started at you what felt like forever admiring you beauty even if you were sweaty she snapped out of her thoughts and took the water bottle "T-Thank you *Kero*" "hey you're that frog girl tsuyu right? Ur quirk is so cool!" tsuyu was literally turning red you were so cute and you called her coll you were gonna kill her before the heat did the two of you began to talk about your favorite interest and hobbies etc the more you and her talked the more interested and obsessed tsuyu became wanting to know you more and more

At lunch, you were walking around to see if there was an empty seat nearby but a bit with a blackbird head motioned you to come sit with them "Wow thanks! You must be tokoyami, Shoji am I right?" the boy was shocked but nodded "Yes I am and this is Dark shadow" a bird-like shadow emerge from behind his back giving you a friendly wave "Heyo! Woah is that the teacher's kid you've been blushing about?" Tokoyami blushed telling Dark Shadow to shut it you chuckled

After that day forwards you met and formed a bond with each of your classmates and some teachers

Kirishima was your hype man he tries to act so tough and cool around you but inside he's a lovesick puppy who always admires you blushing when you're near he always encourages you to follow your dreams he even kept anyting you drop to be pit in his collection

Momo loves to spoil you even without mountains of expensive gifts she always wants to take you out somewhere weather be the mall or somewhere you like it doesn't matter she just wants to be the two of you and if anyone tries to join as well she'll decline at 1st but if you want them too then it's ok just don't expect her to be moody the whole time

Bakugo always tries to tease you and mess with you cause he doesn't know how to show positive feelings toward people so he often messes with you or insults you but not too hard as the other and if anyone even agrees with his insult then he'll threaten them to fuck of the always force you to sit near him whenever your hanging out with the bakusquad saying he doesn't want you to catch his group's "dumbass behavior"

Mina is always clinging onto you wanting to do various activities together whether be nail painting or gossiping she wants to do those with you she's kinda of okay with other class 1a girls wanting to join as well that means she could show off how your hers! (which the girls don't like) if your spending too much time with other students not in the class she'll try to make some excuse like she doesn't know this while pulling you away while glaring at the person

Tokoyami and you get along pretty well due to your laid back and calm deamor so the two of you would occasionally hang out at quiet places sometime will invite shoji as well and of 3 of you would either read book, talk about your interest, or study, tokoyami always have a habit of staring at you while your focusing on something your calm relax expression makes him blush

Sero and you would joke often be laid back and asking dumbass questions to each other while giggling at each other Sero may be a laid back prob the most normal but on the inside dude is possessive, obsessive, and clingy he always wants you to cuddle up onto him and would use the "eh it's fine friends do that" and once you're laying on a chest without a caring dude is just blushing breathing heavily thinking fantasizing all the things he can do to you not caring about the game but if you notice he gets a little too weird he apologies repeatedly embarrassed of himself

Heck even The principal likes you whenever you walk by him he always gives you a warm smile and a gentle wave always hugging you and whenever Aizawa talks about your achievements even if it was small he'll still give you little gifts of his own and praise you for your hard work he would invite you to eat with him in the teachers lougue and the other teachers never question it he even has a photo frame of you which says "Favorite child" he always stares at it so proudly

The present mic would be like a fun uncle making the two of you tease or prank your father one time the two of you swapped his hero suit with a cat onesie, the two of you spammed cat memes and gay memes on his phone endlessly, but the mic is always affection always giving you big hugs if you ever feel sad he's your therapist and tries to cheer you up and if anyone in the school hurts your feelings let's say they're gonna have stacks of homework and a harsh lecture until their ears bleed

The classmates would always argue about who will spend time with who turning it into a whole war war while you just laid back watching it your father would come in and punish them all they whined cause they failed but don't worry they'll impress their darling one day and and your gonna be theirs only theirs

Bonus:

While the class was fighting you ran away to sit and eat lunch with nezu which he was very happy

Taglist: @tell-me-whyyyy-am-i-here @stickystarfishmoon

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Paris (Superstar Chapter 5)

I'm so in love that I might stop breathing

Drew a map on your bedroom ceiling

No, I didn't see the news

'Cause we were somewhere else

Privacy sign on the door

And on my page and on the whole world

Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours

Roy and the Reader continue to see each other in secret while the AFC Richmond goes on a road trip.

Roy Kent x Reader

6.2k words

Warnings: Language, suggestive references, mentions of adults drinking adult drinks, Roy Kent showing lots of green flags, fluff because boy did I need it after the last couple chapters

~

“Don’t fucking go,” Roy grumbled, grabbing a fistful of the too-big Richmond shirt I wore and pulling me back towards him.

“Just getting some water,” I murmured, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.

Moonlight made his skin glow pale as he started to sit up, groaning quietly. “Lemme get it for you.”

I pushed his chest back down, my fingertips brushing against thick hair. “I’ll be right back,” I huffed with a giggle. I pressed a hard, sloppy kiss to his lips before climbing out of his bed, tugging at the hem of the shirt he’d given me to wear in place of proper pyjamas.

Despite my drowsiness, I practically skipped down the stairs, my heart full of something I wasn’t quite ready to name yet. After we’d had a good talk about everything that happened at the fundraiser and what we wanted out of our newly established relationship, Roy had pulled out a homemade chocolate dessert to share, and things had escalated in ways that made me blush to think about.

A mumbled love song lingered on my lips as I opened and closed cupboards to find a cup I could use, straining to see in the dark. The glowing green numbers on the stove read 3:56. Perfect. That was plenty of time before I had to head home and get ready for brunch with Keeley and Rebecca. I could go back to bed and cuddle and maybe even wake up Roy for another round-

“Good mornin’.”

“Fuck!” I shrieked, trying to pull down Roy’s shirt to cover my lower half as a bright light shone on me. I squinted at the figure across the kitchen. “Jamie?!”

Jamie Tartt stood there, dressed for a run and wearing a shining light on his head. “Er, is Roy home?” Even in the dark, I could see him trying to avert his eyes from my figure. “We’re supposed to go for a run. I let myself in, sometimes he forgets to lock his side door…”

My entire body burned with embarrassment. “I, um, I-” I tried desperately to think of a reason, some excuse, to explain why I was half naked in Roy Kent’s kitchen, but nothing came to me.

“Oi! Tartt!” Roy stormed down the stairs, still in the sweatpants he’d worn to bed. “The fuck d’you think you’re doing here?” he bellowed as he flipped on the kitchen light. “I fucking texted you to run on your own today.”

Jamie’s mouth formed a perfect O as Roy towered over him. “Shit, I lost my phone at the party on Friday. Think one of the papps nicked it. Keeley’s picking me up a new one today after brunch.” He shrugged. “Sorry, Coach.”

Roy’s face and whole chest were red with rage. “Well now you fucking know. So get the fuck out.” His eyes landed on me as I tried to strategically hide myself behind the kitchen island. He glared back at Jamie. “And don’t fucking tell anyone about this. Or I’ll slice your prick off, have it properly taxidermized, and give it to Keeley as a fucking Christmas gift.”

“We’re just trying to keep things private for a bit,” I clarified to Jamie, who still looked confused. “This… thing is still new, and we’d just like to not tell everyone at work yet.”

Jamie nodded, blinking a few times. “Nah, I geddit. Don’t need the other gaffers and the guys givin’ you shit.” He gave a small salute to Roy. “See you Monday, Coach.” Then he shot finger-guns at me. “And you have fun with Keeley later, yeah? I promise I won’t tell her about-” He pointed back and forth between Roy and me. “-this thing.”

Roy shadowed Jamie all the way from the kitchen to the front door, slamming it shut behind the player. When he came back into the kitchen, his face instantly softened. “Sorry ’bout that,” he grumbled, rubbing his tired eyes. “Fuckin’ Jamie Tartt, losing his fucking-”

I approached Roy and wrapped my arms around his middle, blushing at the feeling of his bare skin. “Don’t worry about it,” I assured him. “I highly doubt Jamie’ll tell anyone. That threat of yours was painfully vivid.”

Roy’s body relaxed against mine as he wrapped an arm lazily around my shoulders, pulling me close so he could plant a kiss on the top of my head. “I know a real good taxidermist, too,” he grunted.

“Lovely,” I snorted, lifting my head to look up at Roy’s face. We exchanged sleepy smiles. “Hi,” I hummed.

“Hi,” he whispered. He bent his head towards me, touching his lips to mine so softly I could barely feel them. “Wanna go back to bed? Get a bit more sleep before you gotta head home?”

My cheeks warmed as I gazed back up at him, my heart purring. “I wanna go to back to bed,” I began slowly. “But… I don’t want to sleep.”

Roy’s eyebrows flew up. “In that case-” He lifted me and threw me over his shoulder, giving me a light smack on my butt as he carried me back upstairs, my squeals of laughter echoing throughout the house.

~

It took all my strength to pry Roy’s muscular arms off me later that morning. He proposed that I cancel on Keeley and made several other suggestions about how I could spend my time, all of which had me red in the face and rolling my eyes as I gathered my clothes off his bedroom floor.

Roy Kent is absolutely smitten with me, I hummed to myself as I drove to brunch, my mobile vibrating to let me know that Roy Kent⚽ was texting me for the dozenth time since I’d left his house that morning, asking me to change my mind and come back. After finding a parking, I silenced my text notifications, not wanting to give either of my friends an opening to ask why in the world my officemate was texting me so obsessively on my day off.

Heading into brunch. Call you after I typed as I walked towards the restaurant, not bothering to hide the wide grin on my face.

“Ooh, is someone sending you a dirty picture?” I jumped as Keeley hooked her arm through mine. “Is it Roy?”

I quickly stuffed my phone into my purse, hoping she hadn’t seen the number of heart-emojis on the screen. “Ha. Hello to you too, Keeley.”

Keeley kissed my cheek as we entered the restaurant. “Come on, I need all the details,” she demanded. “Please, I’m dying!”

We quickly found Rebecca and settled in with drinks and food. The conversation almost immediately turned to Rebecca’s party, which she declared a success.

“Oh, but what about…” Keeley nodded to me. “You know…”

Rebecca raised her eyebrows as she swallowed the champagne she’d been drinking. “What? Did I miss something?”

Before I could explain in a way that didn’t worry my boss, Keeley leaned forward. “Okay, Roy thought that Richard had done something, you know, unseemly to this one.” She waggled her eyebrows and nodded towards me. “So, Roy tried to actually murder Richard, and Jamie and I took them to a side room so they wouldn’t cause a scene- yes, I know, I’m a great PR person, you’re very welcome- and these two-” Another nod towards me. “-had some weird, very sexy energy between them. Then they were alone in that room for a while and when they came out Roy actually danced. Twice.” Keeley smirked at me. “Let me repeat, Roy Kent danced.”

Rebecca’s eyebrows flew higher and higher with each word out of Keeley’s mouth. She gawked at me. “Holy shit, are you and Roy shagging?” she gasped.

“I mean this with all due respect because you’re my boss, but sod off, Rebecca,” I grumbled. “Keeley’s exaggerating. There was a misunderstanding with Richard, Roy was a tad drunk and got carried away trying to be protective, we calmed him down, and he was a perfect gentleman to me, his friend.” Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend.

“Don’t listen to her Rebecca,” Keeley teased. “She’s completely in love with Roy and he’s just as smitten. In fact, Jamie was telling me-”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. “What did Jamie say?” I tried to keep my voice even and my face uninterested; deep down, I knew I was failing. There is no way Jamie would tell her. No fucking way.

Keeley smiled; she knew she was winning this game. “Just that you and Roy are always holed up in your office together. He brings you lunch all the time. Sometimes gives you a ride home from work. And Jamie swears that Roy’s been less brutal during their training since the day you started at Richmond.”

Rebecca nodded. “I can’t help but notice that you two are practically attached at the hip at work,” she added sheepishly.

“Well, yeah, Roy says I give him a break from having to talk to Ted and Beard all day.” They didn’t need to know that he’d mumbled that while half-asleep in bed that morning.

Keeley was now completely smug. “The man’s in love with you,” she declared with finality.

I rolled my eyes. “It’s called friendship, Jones. Try it sometime.”

“It’s called romance, babe. And you and Roy Kent should try it sometime.”

~

“How about Much Ado About Nothing? With Emma Thompson?”

“Fuck no!” bellowed Roy from the couch as I walked back into his living room, carrying a beer for each of us.

I rolled my eyes. “Come on Roy, a little Shakespeare won’t kill you.”

He sat up, baring his teeth at me. “I fucking hate Kenneth Branagh,” he growled, accepting the beer I handed him. “With his fucking around on Emma Thompson. What a prick. The woman’s a treasure.”

“Oh.” I stared at him for a moment, ever amazed at the things that flew out of his mouth. “So, do you hate Helena Bonham Carter as well then?”

Roy shook his head, making room for me on the couch. “Nah. Emma Thompson and her made up. No bad blood there.” He took a sip of his beer. “But fuck Branagh.”

“But Emma’s in Much Ado,” I pointed out as I plopped down. “And Keanu Reeves. You can’t let Branagh ruin it.” Roy rolled his eyes. “How about this,” I offered. “Emma Thompson double feature. Much Ado About Nothing, followed by Sense and Sensibility. That way you get to see her win an Oscar and meet the love of her life Greg Wise.”

“Hmmf.” Roy narrowed his eyes at me, debating my proposal. Finally, he settled into the couch, wrapping an arm lazily around my waist to pull me back with him. “Alright. I could go for some Jane Austen. On with the fucking Branagh movie then.”

Satisfied, I grabbed the remote to Roy’s massive television and found the movie. As soon as Emma Thompson appeared in the opening scene, I laid down my beer picked up my work laptop from the coffee table and opened it. Roy groaned louder than usual beside me.

“Fuck, are you really doing work right now?”

“Sorry, someone’s got to double check the reservations for the Paris game.” AFC Richmond would be playing in an exhibition against a French club team, and Rebecca had tasked me with making sure the lodging was all arranged. I suspected it was mostly because I had casually mentioned taking one French class in school, but it was nice to have responsibilities besides editing the grammar on Coach Lasso’s tweets and returning Coach Beard’s library books.

There was a small pressure on my shoulder. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Roy leaning on me, his eyes skimming the room arrangements spreadsheet on my screen. “Oi, I think there’s been a mistake,” he hummed. “You’re in room 218, and I’m in room 222. Shouldn’t I be in 218 too? Would help save a few pounds.” He raised an eyebrow at me, not bothering to hide the grin on his face.

Unable to resist, I planted a kiss on his scruff. “Or, I could let the club pay for the rooms, and if you want to see me, you can put in the effort of sneaking down the hall like a gentleman.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Unless you want to announce to the whole club that we’re dating, and Ted can spend the whole trip calling us his OTP and making comments about being in the City of Love.”

Roy was clearly weighing his options as he stared at me. Finally, with a sigh of defeat, he put his beer on an end table leaned back onto the cushions. “Fine. Just make sure you slip me a key to your room. I’m not going to be standing in a hotel hallway knocking like some fuckin’ creep.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sure.” I made myself a note to ask for two keys for every room; less suspicious than just asking for myself. “Any other requests?” I asked dryly.

“Hmm.” Roy feigned thinking. “Throwing Jamie Tartt off the top of the Eiffel Tower might be a fun team-building activity. Montlaur too while we’re at it.”

“Thought you were over that,” I hummed, checking my confirmation email from the hotel and using Google Translate to make sure I didn’t misunderstand anything.

Roy shrugged, his hand lightly grazing my hip. “Still don’t like the way that prick looks at you.”

I snorted as I sent Rebecca the confirmation email and room assignments for her approval. “And what way would that be?”

“The way I look at you.”

Email sent, I closed my laptop and returned it to the coffee table. “Roy,” I said slowly, straddling his lap and taking his face in my hands. “No one has ever looked at me the way you do.” I kissed his neck tenderly. “Besides, why would you want to waste your time in Paris on Jamie and Montlaur? Wouldn’t you rather be with me?”

“So, you’re saying we can skip going to fucking Paris and just spend the weekend here?” His nose nudged my cheek. “I’ll even let you put on more Kenneth Branagh movies.”

“Oh, hell no,” I scoffed, sliding off his lap and leaning back to watch the movie that had gone ignored during our conversation. “You are not talking me out of a free trip to Paris.”

~

“Alright, so I’ve got some Albert Camus for Beard, sudoku for Ted, and a sleep mask for Roy.” The coaches held their hands out for their requested road trip items. I held tight to the hardcover copy of The Stranger that Beard reached for. “No writing in the margins,” I ordered. “Library says you can’t do that anymore.”

He rolled his eyes and took the book. “Fine.”

Ted smiled as I handed him the book of sudoku puzzles I’d picked up on my way to work. “Thank you so much,” he gushed. “This is real sweet of you to get these little presents for us. We might have to start callin’ you Willy Wonka.”

I shrugged. “Honestly, no problem, Coach. We’ve got a long trip ahead, might as well enjoy it.” I just don’t want to play “I spy” all the way to Paris. I turned to Roy. “And sleep mask, as requested.”

His eyes narrowed as he took the sleep mask out of my hands. “It’s pink,” he grumbled.

“Goes well with your eyes,” I answered cooly.

Roy glanced around, making sure the other coaches were out of earshot. “Is this from your fucking nightstand?” he hissed, biting back a laugh.

I shrugged, now completely grinning. “Yeah, I was hoping you’d recognize it.” I playfully batted my eyelashes at Roy. “You’re gonna wear it on the bus, right?”

The man was seriously fighting a smile. “Maybe,” he growled quietly.

Before I could make another flirty comment, Ted came back, rubbing his hands together happily. “Alright ya’ll, should we get these puppies onboard this puppy?”

Roy sighed and turned around, glaring at the players who were milling around the parking lot while Will finished loading their luxury-brand luggage onto the team bus. “Whistle!” he shouted, getting their attention. “Oi! Get your asses onboard now, or else you can fucking walk to France!”

When the Paris exhibition game was first announced, Rebecca had planned on everyone just flying; it was the team, particularly Sam and Jamie, who insisted that a six-hour drive would be fun. Part of me was not looking forward to six hours on the road, but knowing I’d spend those six hours next to Roy made it bearable.

I nudged Roy as we watched the team load onto the bus. “Sit with me?” I whispered.

“Like you even have to fucking ask,” he muttered out of the corner of his mouth, gesturing for me to climb aboard.

An hour later, we were on the road, and the boys had finally gotten sick of singing “Richmond Til We Die”, much to Roy’s relief. Now they were all having their own conversations, or listening to music, or watching movies on their phones. The quiet time meant that the coaches and I could finally chat at the table at the back of the bus. As usual, Roy sat next to me and spread himself out a little bit, his thigh pressed against mine and our arms brushing; he often did this “manspreading” at meetings as a way to have physical contact without drawing suspicion.

“Alright, so lay that schedule on us,” Ted was saying as he tossed a handful of the trail mix I’d packed for him into his mouth. “What’s on the itinerary, Ben and Jerry?”

Unable to resist cracking a grin at his little rhyme, I opened the document on my tablet. “So, once we arrive, we’ll have a team meeting to go over strategy with the boys, followed by team dinner at a local restaurant, Rebecca and Higgins’ll join us for that, and then movie night.” A shiver went down my spine as I fent Roy’s knuckle graze my arm. “It’s all arranged with the hotel. Then tomorrow, team breakfast at the hotel and head to the stadium for the game. And after the game everyone’s on their own until we meet at ten the next morning to come back to Richmond.”

Ted smiled. “And the movie is set to go?” Despite the publicity surrounding the exhibition game, the man absolutely knew what his priorities were.

We quickly finished confirming the team’s plans for the trip, with Ted making a few jokes about eating fries and frog legs and toast. The entire time, Roy strategically pressed himself close to me, making me want to finish our meeting so he and I could retreat to our usual seats together, where we could stealthily hold hands between our seats. Instead of dismissing us, though, Ted announced that he had one more topic to chat about; Roy groaned loudly, but a sharp look from me shut him up.

Beard cleared his throat. “So, we’re currently looking very seriously at this Spanish player, Dario Vargas. Skilled striker. Would be a great asset to us.”

“And he’s actually going to be in Paris at the same time as us,” Ted explained. He turned to me. “D’you think you could find a good place for me and Rebecca to have dinner with him tomorrow after the game? We’re hopin’ to wine and dine ’im and reel in the big fish before we head home.”

“Sure, Ted,” I assured him, starting a search on my tablet. “Dario Vargas….” I cocked my head at the men. “Why do I know that name?”

Coach Beard sat up a little. “Well, he’s been a pretty big name on a couple of Italian and French teams in the last few years. So maybe you’ve seen his name on a sports network or something?”

No, that wasn’t it. This guy’s name was so familiar, but I didn’t associate it with football. For some reason, his name made knots begin to appear in my stomach, and I didn’t like it.

“Hmm, maybe,” I agreed, wanting to end the meeting already. “Anything else?” Roy growled beside me.

Ted shook his head, all smiles. “Nope. We’re all set, Mookie Betts.” He nodded to Roy. “You can go take a nap now.”

“Fuckin’ finally,” he grumbled, jumping up. Internally, I rolled my eyes at his dramatics.

About fifteen minutes later, I had Ted’s reservation settled and could put my work away. With a sigh, I collapsed in my seat next to Roy, who was indeed wearing my sleep mask. I pulled out my phone, quickly typing a text complaining to Keeley about her decision to stay home from the trip.

A hand brushed against my thigh. When I glanced up, Roy had lifted my sleep mask slightly and was staring at me from under it. “Oi, what fucking movie are you making us watch tonight?”

“Bridget Jones’s Diary,” I answered as my mobile vibrated, letting me know Keeley had sent me a reply. “It’s one of my favorites.”

The sleep mask was now entirely lifted and resting on top of Roy’s head. “Because you fancy that wanker Hugh Grant?”

A snort flew out of my mouth. “Colin Firth, actually.” I glanced at the words on my screen; Keeley was suggesting that I ask Roy about his baguette. In return, I sent her several middle finger emojis.

“You like that whole Mr. Darcy shit?”

I rolled my eyes; Roy was talking as if he hadn’t just been completely invested as he watched the five-hour miniseries of Pride and Prejudice with me a couple days ago. “Yes, I like that whole Mr. Darcy shit. Have you seen Pemberly?”

“No wonder you like my house,” he muttered, grinning. His eyes flickered to my phone. “Why’s Keeley sending you so many eggplant emojis?”

~

“No, I like you very much. Just as you are,” Colin Firth said to Renee Zellweger onscreen.

In the back row of the hotel conference room turned private theater, I let out a breathy sigh. Roy eyed me carefully, the lights from the screen playing on his face.

“You like this?” he whispered, barely audible.

I nodded. “I like anything Colin Firth says,” I answered.

He narrowed his eyes at me. “And the grand gesture shit?”

“Obsessed,” I replied, grinning.

“Good to know,” he muttered, slumping in his seat a bit, his knee knocking into mine. He leaned over once more. “What’re you doing after this?”

I craned my neck to make sure everyone was preoccupied by whatever antics Bridget Jones was getting herself into. “Going to bed, probably. Yourself?”

A smirk graced the face I always found myself thinking about. “Probably going to your bed.”

Sure enough, I woke up the next morning curled up in Roy’s arms. It had quickly become my favorite way to start my day: turning around and seeing that bearded face still half asleep, tracing shapes on his arm as he squeezed me a bit tighter to himself, and murmuring sweet nothings back and forth before starting our day.

The light coming through the space in the curtains told me that we didn’t have much time before Roy had to sneak back to his own room before the team started milling around the halls and heading to breakfast. And my mobile ringing on the nightstand told me that I wouldn’t even get to enjoy the time we did have.

“Hello?” I grumbled into the phone, giving a small stretch as Roy stirred beside me.

“Good morning, darling!”

The sound of my mother’s voice had me scrambling to sit up and cover myself with the blankets, as if she could see the way I had turned Roy’s black shirt into pyjamas. “Morning Mum,” I blurted out. “What’s up?”

“I’m sorry it’s so early, I just wanted to catch you before you get busy. How’s Paris?” Her voice was nonchalant, oblivious to the scene on my end of the call.

I cleared my throat as Roy began to wake up, squinting up at me with a scowl on his face. “It’s great, Mum,” I answered, raising my eyebrows at Roy, who nodded in understanding. “Text me what you want me to bring you as a little souvenir, yeah?”

“Sure, love.” In the background, I could hear dishes clanging; she was probably getting breakfast ready.

“So, everything’s good? The team’s treating you well?”

My hand rested on Roy’s arm as I completely sat up and leaned against the headboard. “Yeah, they’re great. They’re basically big kids, really.”

“And the gaffers?”

Roy turned over to wrap his arm around my waist, gazing up at me with a sleepy grin. “Very nice,” I assured her.

“And how’s Roy?”

I nearly choked. “Roy?” I repeated, shoving his arm off me.

She chuckled into the phone. “Yes, Roy. You know, tall, brooding, handsome, football star. Photos of him all over your walls since his Chelsea days. Disappeared upstairs with you at Dad’s birthday dinner. That Roy.”

Roy tapped my shoulder, tiredness all over his face. “Can you ask your mum when I can come over for dinner again? That was some of the best fucking pasta I’ve ever had.”

There was a long silence on the other end of the line while I swallowed hard. There was no way my mother didn’t hear Roy. And she was definitely capable of recognizing that it was way too early for me to have company. Finally, whisper came from her end: “Is that Roy?”

The options weighed in my head. Flat-out lying and telling my mum that she was crazy, that she’d just heard the television, no way was Roy Kent in my hotel room, was probably not an option. She’d had dinner with the guy; she knew his voice. There was always telling her that the team was getting together for an early-morning breakfast, but the room was too silent to believe twenty-something football players were horsing around a hotel dining room.

That only left me with one choice: the truth.

“Yeah, Mum, that’s Roy,” I admitted, biting my lip.

To my surprise, she laughed. “Well, I’ll be! I was wondering what happened after Dad’s dinner. You hadn’t mentioned any other fellas in a while.” She paused thoughtfully. “Does he treat you well?”

Her voice was softer than I’d ever heard. “I’m so glad, darling. When you’re back from Paris, we’ll have the two of you over for dinner. No birthdays this time.”

My gaze fell to Roy, who was watching me curiously, eyebrows raised. His eyes were full of the adoration I had quickly gotten used to as his fingers traced circles on my hip. “Really well,” I promised my mum, smiling down at Roy. “The best, actually.”

Relief and joy filled my chest. “That would be great, Mum. Roy’d love that. He still asks about that pasta you made for Dad’s birthday.” Roy smiled at the mention of the food he’d been bothering me about since the dinner in question. “Listen, I gotta go, we’ve got some team things to do before the game. But I’ll send you and Dad pictures, and I’ll call you when I’m back in town, alright?”

We said our goodbyes and hung up. When I placed my phone back on the nightstand, Roy was sitting up, watching me carefully.

“You told your mum about us,” he observed quietly. The look in his eyes was unreadable.

I pulled my knees to my chest, nodding. “Hope that’s okay,” I murmured. “I… I hadn’t planned on telling my folks yet. But I know they won’t tell anyone til we tell them we’re ready.”

To my surprise, Roy leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek. “Of course it’s okay. Just promise me one thing.”

I leaned my head against his, nodding earnestly. “Anything.”

“Get me that damn pasta recipe.”

~

The game went magnificently. The French club had a stellar reputation, but the Greyhounds were up to the challenge. Two remarkable assists from Jamie, incredible goals each from Sam and Colin, and an unbelievable penalty kick from Dani led to a Richmond victory.

Back at the hotel lobby, the boys made plans to go out on the town to celebrate, with Richard taking the reigns thanks to his own experiences in the city. Ted and Rebecca bowed out to go to the dinner reservations I’d made for them and the player they were trying to court, and Beard had already left to meet his girlfriend who had made the last-minute decision to fly in that afternoon to spend the evening together.

That just left me and Roy.

“You didn’t want to go out with them, did you?” he asked quietly as we watched the guys debate where to start their night.

I shrugged. “They invited me,” I admitted. “But someone had given me instructions to pack that red dress I’d worn to the charity ball, so I was hoping I had plans tonight already.”

Sneaking another glance at the team, who slowly made their way back up to their rooms to change into their clubbing outfits, Roy slipped me a piece of paper, scrawled on in his sloppy handwriting. “Go outside at eight. There’ll be a car waiting for you. Give the driver this address.” He paused, his eyes flickering to my mouth for a brief moment. “Wear the red dress,” he added.

“Aye, aye Coach,” I agreed, shooting him a puzzled grin. With a short growl, Roy turned and walked out of the lobby, leaving me with the paper in my hands and several questions in my head.

At eight on the dot, I made my way down from my room to the lobby. With the red dress and heels on, as well as the inordinate amount of time I’d spent on my hair and makeup, and a night in Paris ahead of me, I felt a bit like a movie star. A few of the guys were lingering in the lobby, waiting for the group to assemble. They waved when they saw me and called out compliments; I even heard a joking wolf-whistle from Colin.

“Thanks guys!” I called out as I approached them. “You guys going to get into some trouble?”

“You comin’ out with us?” Isaac asked, gesturing to the group. “Richard’s got a great night planned for us. We’ll all take turns dancing with you and you won’t have to buy a single drink, it’s all on us.”

Dani winked. “Unless you ditch us for a French guy and we don’t see you until mañana.”

“I don’t think Roy would like that very much,” Richard chirped, cackling to himself.

The guys all turned and glared at him, hissing at him to shut up and reminding him that we all agreed not to tease her and giving him a warning that Roy’s going to kill you.

I cleared my throat, hoping they’d assume the blush on my cheeks was just makeup. “Um, I’m sorry, what’s happening?”

The guys all looked at each other helplessly before Colin finally spoke up. “We just all noticed there’s a bit of… tension between you and Roy? The good kind,” he added quickly. “We all totally ship it.” There was a murmur of agreement among the team.

Jamie cleared his throat. “Come on guys, leave ’er alone. They’re friends. Roy’d murder all of ya if he heard the way you’re talking.” He smiled at me. “You, go. Have a good night, whatever you end up doin’.” The wink Jamie shot me had me wondering if he knew what awaited me once I walked out of the hotel.

After wishing each other good evenings, I left the team and headed outside. Indeed, there was a black car waiting for me with a driver, uniform and hat and all. He nodded at me as I approached.

“Mr. Kent’s friend?” he asked, smiling.

“Um, yes,” I confirmed, pulling the piece of paper out of my clutch. “He said to give you this.”

The driver took the paper and opened the door for me. “If you’re ready.”

I gazed out the window as we drove, glancing down at my mobile every few minutes. I had sent Roy a text when I got in the car to let him know I was on my way, and all I got was a thumbs-up emoji. While part of me was enjoying the mystery of it all, I couldn't help but feel nervous. Where was he taking me? Some small café on the outskirts of the city where no one would notice us? Another hotel, where we could actually share a room? Wherever it was, it would probably be somewhere dark and quiet where we could hide in a corner.

Instead, we slowly pulled into a parking structure. Fuck, maybe Will was right when he told me he thinks Roy might be a serial killer.

The driver parked and turned to me. “We’re here,” he announced, although I couldn’t figure out where “here” was.

“Er, thanks,” I mumbled as I opened the car door. “Will you wait here or…?”

“’m not going to kill you,” a familiar growl called out.

There was Roy, hands in his pockets, standing under the light of the parking structure. He wore the same black suit he’d worn at the gala; if he was a serial killer, he was the most attractive one in history. He smiled and waved me over.

Click, click, click went my heels on the sidewalk as I approached him. He reached out and took my hand before planting a firm kiss on my lips.

“Roy, where are we-”

“Just watch,” he chuckled as he led the way. The street was shockingly empty, considering this was Paris of all places.

Before I could ask Roy any more questions, we turned a corner and my heart jumped into my throat. “Roy, is that-”

“Yeah, that’s the fucking Louvre.”

I stopped dead in my tracks. “What’re we doing at the Louvre?” I asked incredulously.

Roy rolled his eyes and tugged me onwards towards the lit-up pyramid. “Stealing the Mona Lisa.”

“Roy.”

A smile graced his face. “Having dinner. Happy?”

I shook my head, my mind spinning. “How… I mean what… Holy shit…”

“Sometimes being a retired footballer comes in handy,” he joked. “I called a guy, wrote a check, and they closed the most famous museum in the world for us.” He shrugged. “No big deal.” The sparkle in his eye told me that no, he wanted me to think that this was a big deal.

Which it absolutely fucking was.

We made our way into the museum, with the security guard tipping his hat to us and greeting “Mr. Kent”. Our steps echoed on the marble floor as we walked from room to room, Roy never letting to of my hand. He pointed out a few paintings as we walked, softly sharing the names of artists he particularly liked.

Roy Kent likes art, I thought to myself. Every new thing I learned about the man made my heart fall a little bit further in… No, don’t say that yet, I scolded myself, trying to focus on the name Roy was whispering to me now.

We finally arrived in the room that held the most recognizable painting in history: the Mona Lisa. But my eyes were drawn away from her and to the table that had been set up and the waiter who stood beside it. I looked at Roy.

“We’re having dinner with the Mona Lisa?” I hissed.

He shrugged and led me to the table, pulling my chair out for me. “Hope that’s okay.”

It was more than okay. It was the most romantic thing I’d ever heard of, probably the most grand gesture I’d ever seen.

“When’d you set this up?” I asked as the waiter poured two glasses of champagne.

Roy cleared his throat and bobbed his head a bit, a nervous habit I now knew well. “Late last night,” he mumbled.

I narrowed my eyes at him, a smirk on my lips. “Before or after Bridget Jones?”

“After,” he growled, pink tinting his cheeks. “Satisfied?”

My smile grew. “So, after we watched Bridget Jones and you asked me what I thought of grand gestures, you went and planned the grandest gesture of all time?”

A laugh escaped his lips. “I take it this is more impressive than Pemberly?”

“Much more impressive,” I confirmed, taking a sip of champagne. “Thank you, Roy.”

He leaned forward and laid a hand on top of mine. “Well, I figured we should celebrate.”

Now it was my turn to blush. “What’re we celebrating? Not today’s win, I assume.”

“Fuck no.” He took a deep breath and gave my hand a squeeze. “I just figured that the longest relationship I’ve ever been in is worth celebrating.”

Numbers flew in my head as I quickly did the math. “But Roy, we’ve only been-”

He shook his head. “It has been four months and six days since your dad’s birthday. I know it’s not the official day we got together or anything, but I figured it's…” He shrugged, trailing off. His eyes were begging me not to laugh at him or tell him he was wrong.

As if I could.

“Something worth celebrating,” I repeated, lifting my champagne.

Roy smiled and lifted his own glass, tapping it to mine with a clink. “To really fucking liking each other.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “To really fucking liking each other.”

[todoroklee]

BUGS

Lee!alastor ler!nifty ler!angeldust

Summary: Alastor was having a bad day, so Nifty and angel decided to help...

It was a kinda casual day in the Hazbin Hotel if you consider casual fire, flames, and fun? Well, fun as in nifty running around telling jokes and screaming but yknow, the usual. However, today was different, Alastor wasn't his usual self. Always smiling, but today. He wasn't.

"Al?" Nifty asked from the shadows.

"Oh, yes dear?"

"Are you alright?"

"Yes. I'm fine..." he stuttered, he tried not to show it, but he was sad and nifty could easily tell.

But then, she got an idea...

"Al!" She gasped, "you have a bug in your hair, lemme get it!"

And before alastor could even answer, she was sat on his head trying to find that pesky bug.

"Dear, be gentle!" He said with a shaky voice. His ears were very ticklish, and if she started digging around, she may find out...

"I will!" Sha said as she scratched around all the fur.

Then she saw it. Right behind his ear, gotcha. She started to scratch and scribble around, trying to grab it, not knowing that below her was a demon who was really struggling to keep his cool.

"N-Nihifty dear! Plehease d-dont do thahat," he giggled

"Ohh I get it, your ticklish!"

He froze as a bright red blush appeared on his cheeks. How could a little girl have such an effect on a demon?!

"Do not tell anyone. You gohot iHiHIT HEHEHEY!"

as he was trying to speak, nifty found a sweet spot, accidentally but still.

"NIHIFT NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!" she was wiggling her fingers right in the crook of his neck driving him insane.

"But Al! There's some bugs in here, too!" She teased.

But alastor paid no attention as he was consumed with trying not to drop her and trying to stop her tickling! Obviously, angel heard all of this laughter and wondered what was up! Upon seeing this, he waltzed his way up the stairs and joined nifty at her little game.

"That's cute, alastors ticklish! Who would've thought, eh?" He said, wiggling a finger behind alastors ear.

"STOHOHP! I- IM GOHOHONNAH DROHOP HEHER!"

"Well, we mustn't have that!" Angel went to grab nifty, but whilst he was, he brushed against alastors' sides, achieving a squeal.

"No fuckin' way! How are you so fuckin ticklish everywhere?!" He said running his hands over the demons sides causing him to giggle and collapse on the ground.

"Holy shit dude"

"Yehehea ihihts bahahad..."

"I think it's adorable"

"Shut up." Alastor said with a wobbly grin as he walked back towards the living room.

"That was so cute, right nifty?"

"Oh definitely"

Au: this is very shit so uh sorry, but I was bored so if it makes no sense sorry again

[feathersandfairytales]

Kiss and make up [S.S & O.G]

Warnings: Potential spoilers for the 'In the shadow of the Study' questline, panic attacks, a single swear, descriptions of pain & angst, but with a fluffy and slightly steamy (but not exactly smutty) ending.

Synopsis: During their time in the scriptorium, reader has a panic attack. Although both Sebastian and Ominis are hesitant, the reader eventually convinces Sebastian to cast crucio on them.

Word count: 1,080

Poly!Sebastian x reader x Ominis

A/n: Reader is gender neutral and can be imagined as a member of any house, although it is implied that they are MC. Also, this isn't proof read please don't come at me. Lemme know if you guys want a part two that's just filthy smut 👀

You felt your heart catch in your throat. Your body tensed up as your eyes sat transfixed upon the aged stone of the scriptorium. The words etched there was unmistakable, the cruciatus curse, the torture curse. The spell that caused excruciated agony to shoot through its victim. You were so stunned you didn't even register the thud of the door locking and closing behind you. You felt sick, eyes refusing to meet Sebastian's as you stood still in place. "What? What is it?" Ominis' voice broke the silence, a mix of concern and fear.  "Your Aunt Noctua..she's.." Sebastian paused, looking up at his boyfriend with a sad gaze. "I'm sorry, Ominis..." His words, however vague they may have been, and saddened tone must have been enough to inform Ominis of his Aunt's fate. Ominis' face dropped, but he didn't seem outright sad- probably sheltering his emotions, as he was known to do. It had taken Sebastian and you quite a while to get Ominis as comfortable with his feelings as he was.

"We have to use crucio to get out of here." Your voice finally cut through, wavering a little. Ominis' glazed over eyes widened, and he began to pace. "No, no, no! There has to be some other way. I refuse to cast it-!" He spoke frantically, losing his usual suave composure. You felt like you were going to be sick right now- even the idea of either of your boyfriends being in excruciating pain had you feeling dizzy and emotional. "What if I cast it? That way you don't have to go through that again, and (y/n) won't have to learn it?" Sebastian suggested with an almost alarmingly calm tone, as if he hadn't just suggested using an unforgivable curse.

"Don't be ridiculous, Sebastian! There has to be some other way that we can get out of here. Look around- (y/n), my dear, can you see anything?" His raised voice softened as he addressed you, as did his gaze in your general direction. "There's no other way, Ominis. It's either crucio or we end up stuck in here to die like your aunt." Sebastian spoke again, voice dark and knuckles white from clutching his wand. You couldn't hear what they were saying as your senses became overwhelmed, vision blurring and breaths heaving. You leaned against one of the walls for support, trying to fight back sobs and push down your anxities. Hearing your lovers argue was one of the most painful things to you, and this situation was just becoming far too much for you to handle. It was only when you felt strong arms around your middle that you came back to your senses, Sebastian's familiar earthy scent filling your nostrils. You heard Ominis shushing you quietly, his hand raking through your hair.

"So, you can stop fighting for me, but not for eachother?" You choked out quietly, using the sleeve of your robes to wipe away your tears. You turned to them, tone almost a whsiper as you spoke. "Just cast it on me and get it done with already..please." Sebastian nodded solemnly, knowing it was the only choice they had to escape. "I'm sorry, (y/n)." He spoke barely above a whisper, before a deep red light emitted from his wand, striking you straight in the chest. Before you could even blink, you'd crumpled to the stone floor in excruciating pain. Screams ripped themselves from your throat unwillingly, hot painful tears streaming down your cheeks. It felt like every cell of your body was on fire, begging and screaming for mercy. You couldn't couldn't think, your mind hazy with pain as you heaved out jagged breaths. Eventually, it all became too much to handle, spots dancing in your vision. It felt like you were underwater, barely able to make out the screams of your name from both Sebastian and Ominis.

~~~~~

By the time you came around, your head throbbed and your mind was foggy. You cracked open your eyes slightly, noting that instead of the cold floor of Salazaar Slytherin's scriptorium, you were on a comfortable couch inside the room of requirement. Although you were in less pain than when crucio had initially been cast on you, your body still ached quite badly. The bright lights overhead hurt your eyes, but you began to sit up nonetheless. "Oh, fuck-!" You gasped out, hand immediately finding purchase on your side as your body thrummed with pain.

Catching movement from the corner of your eye, you gazed over to find Sebastian and Ominis looking at you worriedly, albeit hints of sleep in both their eyes. Judging by their close proximity, your boyfriends had fallen asleep cuddling with eachother. "Don't move too quickly, you're still hurt." Sebastian spoke worriedly, voice a low rumble as he'd just woken up. How long had you been out? Your mouth tasted faintly of the bitterness of wiggenweld potion- had one of them given it to you while you were out? Ominis wordlessly stood, wrapping his arms around you and cuddling into the couch with you. "We're sorry, (y/n). We were both idiots- we didn't think about how our fighting would affect you. You have enough stress on your plate, with Ranrok and the poachers." Ominis spoke quietly, looking to the ground. "I'm especially sorry...I hated having to cast crucio on you, my love." His eyes were glazed over with tears, which broke your heart. "You did what you had to, Sebastian. We would have died in there if not for you having the courage to cast it." You took his hand into yours, placing a soft kiss on the calloused skin. "We were all just under pressure. No hard feelings, okay? I love the both of you very much." You smiled, slowly easing yourself up into a sitting position. Only, to be pushed back down by Ominis, who kept his hand on your chest. A flustered blush rose to your cheeks at the action, your breath catching in your throat.

Ominis used his free hand to begin unbuttoning his shirt. Sebastian followed suit, shifting his own green and black robes off of his shoulders. The brunette placed a warm kiss against your lips, and you felt Ominis' hands working to slip your robes from your body. "I take it you two made up then?" You gasped out between feverish kisses to your lips. "Yes. We did." Ominis replied through kisses to your neck, a hand resting on your thigh. "Now let us make it up to you, love." Sebastian whispered into your ear with a dark smirk, sharp teeth grazing your earlobe. Oh lord, you were in for a long night.

[beneathstarryskies]

48 and Rufus

Warnings: phone sex, female reader, mutual masturbation, slight dom/sub dynamics

Rufus-fucking-Shinra is taking over my fucking life i swear 😩

It’s been a long business trip for Rufus. Usually, he wouldn’t like to go away without you, but this trip was going to be back-to-back meetings. So, you decided to forgo the traveling. He was so mad at you about it, that for the first few days he was gone he didn’t call you or anything. You received a short, cold text to let you know he’d arrived safely and that was it. You knew he was pouting. The spoiled heir to Shinra’s fortune was not used to having requests denied, but you always did have a way of challenging him. 

Finally, a week into the trip, you can’t stand it anymore. You miss him a lot and just want to hear his voice. So, you pull out all the stops to tempt him to call you. 

First thing in the morning he wakes up to a text from you that says, “I really miss you.” 

He doesn’t respond, but you’re not discouraged. A little later in the day you send him a picture of your favorite dildo still glistening from your arousal with the text, “Did I mention that I reallllllyyy fucking miss you?” 

After dinner and a couple of glasses of wine, you slip into a silky nightgown that goes down to your thighs. The blue lace in the front barely covers your cleavage. It’s a new one he’s never seen before. You send a very seductive picture of you on your knees with your lips in a seductive pout. Along with the picture you text, “Are you still mad or can we have a little fun?” 

His cock stirs in his pants as soon as he sees the picture you sent. If he’s being honest, he’s fucking missed you too. He’s growing sick of his own tantrum. So he sends two simple words, “Video call.” 

You take a few minutes to mount your phone and adjust your position before calling him. Rufus too is lying on the bed of his hotel room with his phone mounted against a pillow. You bite your lip when you realize he’s only wearing a pair of pajama pants. 

“You look cozy,” you say with a sweet smile. 

“It’d be much better if you were here,” his voice is a little thick with need. 

“I’ll make it up to you when you get back, I promise.” 

Rufus clears his throat when he thinks about the implications behind those words. His cock twitches in his pants, and he doesn’t hesitate to reach down to palm at himself. 

“There is a way you could begin making it up to me,” he smirks. “Maybe you should start by giving me a little show.” 

“Do I get one too?” you pout. He can’t help but chuckle because he knows how needy you are for his cock. It’s rare you go a day without being fucked silly, so this long absence must be driving you mad. 

“We’ll see if you can earn it,” he chuckles. “I don’t reward bad behavior.” 

“Yes sir,” you comply. 

You sit up on your knees in front of the camera and you start by slowly pulling off the blue nightgown. Rufus bites his lip as he watches you and rubs his cock through his pants. A wet stain is forming on the front from his growing arousal. You start playing with your tits by squeezing and massaging them, trying your best to mimic the way he touches you. You tug gently on your nipples until they’re perked up. 

“Look at you,” Rufus groans. “So pretty.” 

You keep one hand on your tits but the other trails between your thighs to start teasing yourself through your panties. Rufus clicks his tongue. 

“You’re such a tease.” 

“I’m sorry,” you whine. “It’s just so exciting to see you like this.” 

“Take off your panties,” he commands. 

You do as he says, although it’s hard for you to do it in a sexy way. Then, you’re on your knees in front of the camera again. The shadows and your hand still teasing yourself obscure your pretty pussy from his vision, but for now, he’ll let you have your little fun. He reaches down to cup his hard cock and makes sure you can see the prominent bulge in his pants. 

“Look what you do to me, you little temptress,” he groans. 

“Lemme see,” you plead. 

He can’t help himself from complying with your desires. He pushes his pants down past his ass, and his cock slaps against his abdomen. A string of precum follows his cock from his stomach when he takes it in his fist to give himself a few lazy pumps. 

“Be a good girl and spread your legs,” Rufus purrs. 

 Even with the distance between you, and your presence only being pixels on his phone screen, he still has so much power over you. His eyes are fixed intently on your thighs. He doesn’t care about anything besides seeing you now. The lust is just too much for him. You open your thighs, and he gasps at the sight of your glistening pussy. You drag your fingers through your folds before circling around your clit. 

“You can do better than that,” he goads. 

You press your fingers to your clit and start rubbing it, still doing your best to mimic his touch. It’s just not the same. Rufus starts jerking himself off at the sight of you. You can’t take your eyes off his cock and the way it’s leaking all over his fist. 

“Finger yourself,” he demands through shaky breaths. 

“Rufus,” you whine. “You know it only feels good when you do it.” 

“I don’t care,” he growls. “Do it.” 

You lean back against the bedframe and spread your legs wider. You slip your fingers into your tight hole while still sloppily rubbing your clit with the other hand. For a moment it’s all quiet except the sounds of both of you moaning. It’s hard to keep up with the dexterity of rubbing your clit and fingering yourself at the same time, but you’re trying your best for Rufus. His eyes are heavy with hunger as he watches you. There’s a pleasure growing in your core, and you’re frantically chasing it. 

“I’m close,” he groans. 

“M-me too,” you whine. 

Your head falls back against the bedframe and your body is trembling as you try to work yourself up to climax. Rufus is just thrilled by the show you’re putting on for him. His cock is throbbing in his hand as he keeps stroking himself. The precum leaks down his fist as finds himself getting closer. 

“Now?” you ask for permission. 

“Now,” Rufus answers. 

Both of you moan and tremble as you cum. Watching Rufus cover his chest with thick strings of cum makes the pleasure taking over you even more intense. He makes it a point to squeeze his cock so every last drop is released. 

“You better not touch yourself again until I get home,” he says as he catches his breath. “And I expect to find you lying on the bed naked as soon as I arrive.” 

“Yes sir,” you smirk. 

He has no idea how much you’re looking forward to it.

[dragonroar87]

Don't Scare Me Like That!

@flashfictionfridayofficial

Fandom: Doodle World (Roblox)

Words: 750

Quincy panted, scanning his line of sight for any more Shadow Clan warriors. Every time he thought he was safe, another one leapt from the darkness, daggers swinging wildly. His clothes were starting to bear tears and cuts from when one of those daggers had gotten a bit too close and actually connected.

He was clutching a Doodle Capsule close to his chest, ready to hurl it at whatever he saw moving. He wasn't sure which Doodle of his the Capsule actually had inside, but he was in too much danger to give a damn.

"Horbeast, do you see any more of those guys?" he asked his loyal Doodle, standing faithfully at his back.

Horbeast responded with a growl in the negative, though the brilliant flash of magenta light from a few blocks away let Quincy know that the battle wasn't quite over yet.

Quincy ran towards the source of the Awakening, ducking through alleyways and jumping over fallen debris, Horbeast dropping onto all fours to give chase.

Rounding a corner, pink glittering smoke was tossed into his eyes with a gust of a Doodle's artificial wind. Quincy coughed uncontrollably, trying to squint past the smoke to analyze the situation. He was just barely able to make out the silhouette of an Awakened Partybug and that of its Tamer, a tall man with a long jacket to protect him from the cold.

Quincy tossed a cautionary glance behind him, but saw that the pink smoke had surrounded him, pressing in on all sides to disorient him. Every time he breathed in the slightest bit of the gas, it attacked his lungs and made him cough until he needed to gasp for air, which only made him cough again, trapping him in a vicious cycle.

He couldn't see a thing no matter where he looked. A Shadow Clan warrior could easily sneak up behind him and--

A firm immobilizing grab at Quincy's wrist. Adrenaline surged through his veins, spreading through his body in than a second, his pulse quickening and his lungs working harder to draw in air. He spun on his heel, turning around to throw a punch at his assailant and at least give himself a fighting chance.

His fist made contact with the crunch of breaking cartilage.

The voice that squeaked out in pain was familiar, feminine. They let go of his wrist and fell back onto the ground, and although Quincy couldn't see their face, regret quickly set in when he realized who he had just attacked.

"Suzie?"

"Ow ow ow ow OW OW OW--!" Suzie quietly yelped in pain to avoid drawing more attention to the two than had already been drawn.

"Holy Louis-- Suzie, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't realize you were there, and I--"

Quincy was interrupted by Horbeast dropping onto all fours and tossing him onto its back. It scooped up Suzie in one of its strong arms and ran forward out of the smoke, not stopping until it was absolutely sure its two humans were in a safe spot.

Horbeast carefully sat Suzie down, then allowed Quincy to slide off its back."Suzie! Suzie, are you okay?" Quincy said, rushing over to her side.

"I'm fine!" Suzie said, chipper as ever, "It's just a broken nose!"

Blood was leaking from one of her nostrils, flowing down her face. She wiped her mouth on her dirty jacket sleeve, staining it even more than it already was and making the blood smear across her upper lip.

There was a cut just barely underneath one of her eyes from the knife of a rogue assassin. Quincy got chills as he imagined what would've happened if that knife had struck just a few inches upward, though he hopes the shivering was just because of the cold.

"We need to get you to a doctor," Quincy said, partially to himself, "But Icyridge--"

"Lemme guess. Icyridge doesn't have doctors."

"I don't think so, no."

"It's fine. We can take care of it when this is all over."

Suzie pushed herself onto her feet, doing a 360-degree check for Shadow Clan members. After confirming they were alone, she leaned closer to Quincy.

"When this all over, okay?"

Suzie was holding out a closed hand for a fist bump. After a brief moment of hesitation, Quincy closed his own hand and met Suzie's, tapping his knuckles against hers.

Suzie smiled, opening her hand and poorly mimicking the sound of an explosion.

"Alright! Now let's go kick some Shadow Clan butt!"

[duckiemimi]

ohh I'm the anon who is grateful to be a sukuna stan, and since you asked, the reason for me to personally like sukuna is mostly due to my passion for shamelessly hedonistic characters lmao.

sukuna is evil and he knows it but at the same time is not purposefully evil (it sounds stupid but lemme cook), i always felt that his cruelty came from a place of "I'm not good and I'm not evil i simply am", he isn't actively trying to be bad, is just his nature to be like that and i think the way he showcases is always fun to read, i don't enjoy suffering or out of pocket edginess (unless is shadow the hedgehog) but sukuna is a bit of a showman, he always looks like he is having a bombastic time and is all for himself.

there are many characters who are based around the question "how far would you go for pleasure?" and i feel sukuna properly represents the hunger behind it, if that makes sense.

also his jp voice is hot as hell 🙏🏼

to be completely candid, every time i see sukuna these past chapters, this is all i think about:

a couple people have pointed this out recently, but i realize i have a type when it comes to characters i tend to have bias towards. (honestly...i write with it plainly on my sleeve.) i like sukuna the way i like kenjaku (kenny to a much larger extent)—while i can't pick out the root cause of why they are the way they are, i understand what they are, and for what it's worth, i can appreciate that they are the way they are.

there was a point where he almost stuck to me (though it was an aggravating moment, it was when he referred to himself as an "unwanted child." what do you mean about that, buddy? can i pick your brain? who hurt you? etcetera, etcetera.) i think he has a lot of potential to answer the nature vs. nurture question in jjk, especially with the recent revelation of his family ties (that is, if jjk ever tries exploring that again—i guess we'll have to wait and see).

and no, it doesn't sound stupid at all! sukuna is a fun character, and i think the theatrics he pulls off add to his flair not just as a villain/"bad guy"/antagonist/someone with clashing philosophies to the protagonists, but also as a character. in fact, i can appreciate that he forgoes putting "meaning" to power compared to how our protagonists assign "meaning" to power. it's a neat inverse!

honestly, he's a solid and relatively consistent character thus far so if he ends up just how he started characterization-wise, i wouldn't mind at all. but because i am unfailingly me, i would love to see more of his lore, more of him as a human from way before then. i just want to know more!

and yeah, i get the voice thing. that's completely understandable. admirable even.

[snootlestheangel]

Screaming into the Void

SoapGhost Short Story: Apocalypse AU? I think? May turn into an actual story if y'all want, but fuck if I knew. If y'all want it as an actual story, lemme know and I'll do it over on ao3. Find me as FeelzMaster

It had been exactly three hours, forty two minutes, and twelve seconds since Ghost had last heard from Soap. Task Force 141 was assigned clean-up detail; get the vile monsters off the streets, out of the subways, eradicated from buildings, and separated from the population of survivors. They had been split up by a particularly grossly mutated mass of solid shadows, the slimy creature barely able to stand at its full height in the subway terminal.

Ghost remembers someone unfamiliar interjecting over the comms that a drop was about to be made on their location. He remembers Price screaming something about him and his men still being down there. Ghost doesn't remember how he lost Soap. He knows that Soap was behind him one second, the next the ceiling. Or technically road, as the subway is now buried in rubble. He remembers Price calling out. He remembers Gaz's weak response. He remembers not responding directly but instead calling for Soap.

"Soap, how copy?" Silence.

"Johnny, can you hear me?" Nothing except the coughs coming from his teammates.

"Johnny, please." Shrieks surround them now. Price is pulling on him, trying to get him out. Gunfire mixes in. He's screaming and fighting against Price, the same name stuck on his lips.

"JOHNNY!"

It has been three hours, forty four minutes, and two seconds since Simon last saw Johnny. Price and Gaz had dragged him back to the secure location them and several dozen others hid during the night. Simon is trapped inside, unable to leave. It's nighttime, and there's no way he's going out there. He wants to, he needs to go out there and look for his Johnny, but he can't. Those... things... thrive in the darkness. Nighttime is their fuel, the gasoline that turns a campfire into a bonfire.

"I'm sorry, Simon, but you saw what happened. I can't risk losing another one of you." Price's words stung Ghost, but he'd rather be damned than let the old man know that. His Johnny, his beloved, his sweet bolt of lightning... he couldn't be gone.

It has been four hours, thirty seven minutes, and fifty six seconds since Simon last held Johnny, since he last breathed in that intoxicating warmth. He made a promise. Johnny promised they would make it back to base safely. Johnny promised that when all the dust settles, they'll disappear, just the two of them. They'll slip into the shadows and melt into each other, a never ending bliss.

But he broke it. Johnny isn't there. Johnny isn't safe. Johnny is gone.

Ghost growls in frustration as he kicks the wall in anger, briefly thankful for his heavy combat boots. Johnny isn't gone. He refuses to admit defeat until he sees the silver tags spotted with the Scot's blood. Tears burn in his eyes as he falls against the wall, heavy breaths reminding him how tight his chest has gotten. A small whimper breaks the silence, crashing through the dimly lit room with reckless abandon. He inhales sharply as more whimpers threaten to follow suit. He's in the furthest, darkest corner of the large warehouse, yet he still feels utterly surrounded by prying eyes. True, just a few feet away are his teammates, fitfully dozing, and beyond them the dozens of survivors they herded inside during the day.

Ghost mentally curses as two small whimpers slip past his guard, painfully loud in the silence. Price turns towards him, yet his eyes are still closed. Ghost knows it's bullshit, that his captain is perfectly aware of what's going on, but he can't find it in himself to care. He's cold, he's tired, he's sore, he wants his Johnny. Oh god, Johnny.

What were once whimpers escape in all out sobs as Ghost sinks further in on himself. His vision is blurred not by tears but by the morbid image of the destruction covering the last place he knew his lover to be. His Johnny. He no longer is in control, the pain and the anger and the grief are waving flags of anarchy in his mind, setting all his fears and his sorrows running, tearing his already bleeding heart. He's vaguely aware of someone removing his mask and muttering something, probably about not wanting to soil the thing. Hands are placed around his and a presence leans against him. It's warm and comforting, but it's not enough. It's strong, but it's not what he wants. It's not what he needs. It's not Johnny.

"Oh Johnny."

It has now been over twelve hours since Ghost last saw Soap. The sun has risen, and he has been ready to leave for nearly two hours. Price managed to get in contact with some rescue crews, and a team has been sent to their location. Among their ranks are several medics, and Ghost can only use the last of his faith to pray they can save his Johnny.

They rush to the ruins of the street that used to be above the subway, but now lies within its tunnels. They quickly descend into the rubble, picking their way carefully, weapons at the ready and flashlights burning. An eternity passes without any sign of the sergeant, and Ghost is growing impatient. He's snapping at the couple of men from the rescue crew, he's arguing with Price, and he even sent a threatening glare in Gaz's direction.

The darkness of the monsters seeking shelter in the ruined subway, the darkness of a world torn to shreds, the darkness of losing his lightning, it's all so suffocating. The rubble wall in front of him seems like it's going to topple over and consume him whole, bury him into nothingness like his Johnny.

"Simon." Price's voice is uncharacteristically soft, and Ghost stiffens at the sound.

"He's gone." No. That isn't possible, Johnny can't be gone.

"Simon." That was the last straw for him.

Ghost whipped around, red flashing in his eyes, flashing around him as his flashlight clattered to the cement. But the words were caught, trapped behind something. Something loud, angry, desperate. And so he let that out first. He let out all the pain, the anger, the grief, the injustice of it all, let it all out into the darkness around them. His screams challenged those of the flesh-hungry monsters that lurked.

Johnny was never supposed to go before him. He was done losing people, he was done gaining someone's trust, he was done giving his heart out just for it to be spat upon and rubbed into the dirt. Broken, feral cries echoed around him, and for a brief moment Ghost believed he had suddenly turned into one of those creatures without knowing it. The screams died as his throat dried, yet the pain remained. His throat burned, his eyes burned, his heart ached. He couldn't go on, not without his driving force, the power behind that wild sergeant of his. He crashed to his knees, ignoring the shock of pain that runs through his broken body.

And with all that's left in him, all the love, hurt, brokenness, passion, everything, he lets out one last scream.

"JOHNNY!"

[raine-blxssxm]

Now for the moment you guys have been waiting for.. Amelia’s backstory/ family life 😈

(I know probably no one has been actively waiting for this, just lemme have my moment with this story I worked hard on writing 🥹)

TW: Death of a family member, child neglect, and the slightest mention of blood!

If you are triggered by any of this, please read at your own risk!

Amelia’s family history isn’t very significant besides her great grandmother formerly being a well known actress in South Park who almost made it to broadway, but died in an accident before she could do so.

At a young age, Amelia strived to do what her great grandmother couldn’t, which was to reach Broadway. Amelia’s parents neglected her a lot growing up, typically leaving the maids and butlers to care for her. They often were on business trips, not leaving a lot of bonding time to develop their relationship with their daughter. Whenever her parents were around, she’d put blood, sweat, and tears into gaining their praise through her acting roles. Due to none of her attempts being successful, Amelia grew an obsession with making her performances absolutely flawless.

As you can probably assume, this is where her phobia of messing up developed. Throughout the years she did theater, Amelia developed into a triple threat (which is someone who can act, dance, and sing). While she wanted to reach her grandmother’s level of fame and to be in Broadway, Amelia had a deeper reason for loving theater. She loved entertaining people and making them smile. There’s also a part of Amelia that hopes her parents would praise her and give her attention again if she gave them a flawless performance while doing something she loved. Whenever she tried, her parents were always the only ones not smiling in the crowd, that’s even if they came to watch her. It drove Amelia crazy. All she could ever think to herself is “What did I do wrong?”. The sad reality is that- her parents will never truly care for her. No matter the amount of acting roles she receives and performs in, her parents will never care because the little amount of care they DID have went into their famous business.

Part of her is aware of this, due to the reasoning behind why she constantly steals money from them for the benefit of herself and people who actually need it (such as Kenny). She steals their money to spite them, as a way to say “You’ve never cared for me so I’ll gradually take more and more away of the only thing you love, money.” This may seem out of character for such a bubbly character such as Amelia, but that’s because she’s in denial. She’s aware that her parents will never love her yet she still can’t help but try to earn their praise whenever they’re in town, she still feels that there’s a chance for them to care about her and for them to be a happy family.

The drawing I made reflects this story because Amelia is reaching out to a light and when you look at the ground of the drawing you can see the silhouette of two people (her parents) kind of towering over some parts of her Ariel costume that will be crucial to another part of Amelia’s story. As for the costumes laid around Amelia, those are to represent the characters she’s acted for in some musicals (you can see the previously stated Ariel costume and the dress in the bottom left corner is Glinda’s party dress in “Wicked”). The reason why I made some of her costumes covered by the shadows of her parents is because I really wanted to emphasize the fact that her parents really don’t care about how talented of an actress she is. Not to mention the light Amelia’s reaching out to is supposed to symbolize the possibility she has fabricated in her mind that her parents can care about her and not treat her like she doesn’t exist.

I really hope you enjoyed reading Amelia’s backstory and the breakdown of the drawing I made ❤️

PS. Reblogs are welcomed (though aren’t forced) + to those who sent some questions, I promise I’ll write some responses soon, I’ve just been busy with family all weekend 💔

[bapydemonprincess]

The Soldier Smells the Poppies

tw for opium use.

Please note I came up with merely this idea and have no experience myself with this drug, only checked out a bit of information on it, and only wanted to write this one small scenario.

Bardroy went to Lau, and cautiously.. almost bashfully.. asked if he could try "some of his wares".

Lau's eyes had flashed open, the rarely seen honey brown gaze looking over at his lover with sudden.. extreme concern.

"Well now, this is not something I expected any time soon.. Surely you are not so easily swayed by being in the presence of someone like me as well as my customers here, are you?"

Bard continued to stare down at his socked feet in front of him, as well as his trembling hands practically clenching his knees.

"No.. no. I uh, I'm findin' myself wantin' t'try it.. j-just once... on me own, Lau. Just... just..." His head drooped further and though he did not have long hair to hide behind a shadow still fell over his eyes, "...just once."

A familiar delicate hand raised and landed onto his back, pressing in firmly.

"Hm... I believe you," Lau told him quietly, and gradually his voice became a whisper, "However, I also believe in the power the human mind can have over you.."

His lips were practically brushing over Bard's ear.

"Especially when it hasn't rested for a long, long time."

Bard's whole body somehow found a way to hunch in even further, muscles clenched to the point of pain and cramping.

"Please.. just lemme try it. I just wanna see if it.. helps somehow.. in any way."

Lau's eyes were still open, and now his mouth was a small line of uncertainty.

He.. wasn't liking this situation himself.

But...

Who was he to deny a man any kind of option for help that he could give?

Even if.. a horrible option.

..........................

There was even more hesitance later when the former soldier finally actually had a pipe in his hand. It was there for the taking. Given without any qualms, arguments, or denial.

...That almost made it harder to do.

But finally, he brought the pipe up to his lips, and very.. very carefully started to inhale the contents.

His own stress and fear made him react more than the actual drug. A wheeze and then a choke.

Bard had been a smoker of tobacco longer than he could remember, but that he'd gotten used to.

This though...

Nothing much seemed to happen yet. Just the taste and perfume of it seeming to surround him thicker and thicker, like the familiar feeling of being surrounded by a burning room..

He looked at the pipe, and had half a mind to suspect he'd.. been tricked..

"Everything alright so far?" Lau's voice called, and yet.. something made him look up.

Had.. Lau moved further away for some reason?

"Er.. yeah.. um... I... I dunno.. actually.."

He decided to take another careful hit.

This time barely any side effects from the inhalation.. At least so far as he could...

Bard couldn't feel his legs. He saw them. They were right there!

"Oi," he mumbled, as if to address his legs, glaring at them.

He heard a sigh from his side.. from what he recalled was from Lau... He though so anyway..?

"Huh? Somethin'.. wrong..?" He tried asking.

Was he managing to get his words out??

"It is fascinating how you are handling this, I suppose, my dear."

That had to be Lau.

Cool hands were touching his face. And he was happy... to know his face was still there.

He smiled when he finally could see Lau in front of him.

"Take one more, and we'll stop," Lau told him, almost commanded.

Bardroy hummed, and looked for the pipe...

Oh, his hand was still holding it.

But... He couldn't feel his hand.

But he somehow imagined lifting his hand and managed to do so.

And then carefully aimed the pipe into his mouth.

Another inhale.

Bard quickly.. or so he thought... looked back at Lau.

Smiling.

"I did it." He was trying to tell him.

Lau's eyes were closed again and he was smiling that sweet satisfied smile.

It made Bard so happy.

He wanted to lean into Lau, at least into his neck. To rest on his shoulder and wait this out.

Lau's lean hand pressed into his back and shoulders again, and then Bard felt as if he was going to topple over.

Not like.. onto the floor.. but...

Into a pit..??

A groan left Bard's mouth, and Lau sighed as he pulled the bigger man closer, rubbing his back, his shoulders, going up to rub his scruffy short haired head.

"You'll survive, you'll survive.." He told him, as the poor man whimpered.

...

He should've known a man with the mental battles Bardroy had would have this kind of reaction.

The man was weeping and whimpering and sweating and likely going to get ill right there on the den's floor.

Lau called for one of his girls to get a wet towel and a bowl of water.

"You sad old fool," he whispered sadly to Bard, and then kissed his head tenderly.

"...Lau...?"

"Yes?"

"'M so sorry... I thought it'd.. help me.. r.. relax.. an get sleep."

"I know you did, shhh, I know."

"F.. fuck.. Why is everythin'.. movin'.."

"Close your eyes, now. Shhh."

"Fuck... I... I'm.. so sorry..."

"You'll survive, it's alright, just stay calm."

"Lau... Lau.... La..."

By now a bowl of water and towel had thankfully been provided, and Lau very very carefully moved the man to lie down further. Fully flat on the floor, head gently pressed into his lap.

Lau dabbed at his sweaty brow, and hummed as he did so, and then folded the towel to place it on his forehead and leave it.

Lau couldn't help sighing, having finally relaxed himself after knowing the other man was more-or-less stable now.

He'd been surprised himself at how stressed this whole little experiment had made him.

But he couldn't help smiling a bit to himself at the realization.

He didn't want his own work and product to be his dear Bardroy's undoing.

That would be quite the mistake.

[callmearcturus]

oh god where did i leave off. oh fuck i left off with THAT? oh geez sorry

in my defense, the music in the next area is great so i didn't want to leave and i'm almost to the boss i think? Reverie, Yukiko, and Kanji make a DEADLY team, and while I am Big Mad at Yosuke:

he starts every battle first and has tentafoo/Cause Panic. so. he's just maddeningly useful, idk what to say.

Huh I somehow thought the other character was next but it's Rise time!

Man. I like Rise a lot. Out of all the romance options she's the only one I'm considering at all because she's neat. Rise is an idol who is taking a break from the business to return home to Inaba and recuperate. And right from go, she is just on another level from everyone else.

She knows about the Midnight Channel (though doesn't understand it's a supernatural hit list yet) and is aware of the dangers around her. The Idol business in all its forms across the world fucking Sucks and it's clear to see it's had an effect on her, like emotional stretch marks from having to mature really fucking fast. She's been in her late 20s since she was 13 and it shows.

Oh and she's working in her family's tofu shop for the time being.

/googles ganmodoki

oh i would try this in a fucking heartbeat. Also, Yosuke, bro, what do you mean you don't eat tofu. Like... no tofu ever? I'm American and I eat tofu. It's good.

(I do genuinely want to eat more tofu but I cook for a whole household and they are less willing to let me experiment with tofu. Please pity me. 8C I heard if you squeeze out all the liquid or even freeze them first, they become really easy to fry? Anyway. Sorry, I cook a lot.)

Anyway aw shit Rise inadvertently reveals to Dojima that we're working this case. Worse, Dojima is not immediately angry or confrontational about it. OH NO, he purposefully avoids being confrontational about it.

Instead he puts Adachi on our tail.

Look at that man's face. Does this motherfucker have a single candle on behind those eyes.

Which leads to discovering a stalker who Adachi arrests as the murderer.

GODDAMMIT ADACHI. Whatever, it gets him out of our fucking hair.

buuuuut in that time, Rise got got. goddddddfuckingdammit.

An idol who's shadow self is on some level genuinely an exhibitionist. Whoo boy that's... a lot. Also, out of all the shadows, I find Rise's the most creepy, weirdly? Maybe because Idol Culture scares the shit out of me and I don't even remotely understand the appeal. It's like this terrifying black box of concepts I can't divine anything out of.

In TV World, I feel SUPER BAD for Teddie. I keep flying through these dungeons in one or two days and not really coming back to the TV World to see him. Which is a shame because I genuinely love Teddie! I think he's top three characters for me right now.

I was trained in the unhallowed halls of Tartarus, I know how to curbstomp a dungeon, okay? I wish I was around more for Teddie. 8C

YOSUKE HANAMURA WE ARE GONNA STEP OUTSIDE IF YOU MAKE TEDDIE SAD, DO YOU HEAR ME?

i just went from Big Mad to cackle in like a minute. CHIE OH MY GOD. "Aw buddy, you're sad? Yeah, you can hit on me, I'm cool with that!" i'm dying. it kind of says a lot about Chie's opinion of Teddie vs everyone else since she's the one who shoved the boys into the river at camp.

She has standards, is what I'm saying, and I respect them immensely.

say what

omg yes yes yes yes yes yes lemme see it what is it

STAR SOCIAL LINK: GET. THE STAR IS SO FUCKING GOOD FOR TEDDIE TOO! The Star comes after darkness has fallen and you are lost in the night with no sense of direction. It is the pinprick of light in the distance, the hope that gets your feet moving again after the despair has settled in. It is not a promise of warm or answers or completion, but it is sign that the story is not over, that you aren't over, and encourages you to follow to the next page.

TEDDIE IS GREAT FOR THE STAR, AAAAAAH!!!!!