#or it can just be some sudden realization that hey holy shit i love you youre back i CANT lose you again pre-iw post-cw or SOMETHING

[stereotypicalsanriofemme]

Staggered moans draw from your butch’s chest as you watch her heave, drunk on the air that was your scent. It was that god forsaken time of year— mating season. The time of year where you got wet from the slightest motion from your alpha, and the time of year where it was impossible to not have her hands all over you. It always culminates at one point or another; a pot boiling over, a tea kettle finally screaming. A rut or a heat: whichever was drawn out first of the other.

“Hey, darling,” you said, taking a gentle step forward. Her teeth bare a little more at the small advance and she takes one step back, as if it was a practiced dance. “Are…you okay?”

“Baby,” she whined between slightly-elongated canines. “I…fuck, I didn’t expect it to hit so soon…”

“It’s okay,” you encouraged, giving her a soft smile, hand reaching out. “Is it your rut?”

What a diminutive question. Of course it was— the fucking smell of her arousal, strong like musk with cedarwood and citrus, permeated the whole damn room. No shit that she was in rut.

She gave a pained nod. “You…should probably go,” she said, pausing irregularly as if it hurt to just be in your presence. “I don’t…want to hurt you.”

She was always like this. Too kind, too caring, too perfect. She was the dream alpha for any yearning omega and you somehow lucked out with her, having her in your hands for six months now and going. You knew heats were inevitable, no different than the seasons changing. You just wanted to give her back the love and care she’s given you.

“Baby,” you said, voice quiet. “I want to help you out, please—“

“Absolutely not.” She snarled, and okay, that made some slick leak out of your sensitive cunt. Filing that away in a box for a later moment, you listen to her: “I could hurt you— fuck, I could bite you and force you to me for years, baby. I could make you bleed, I could force you through pain and I’d be too far gone to realize what I’ve done. You’re so perfect, I just don’t want to hurt you—“

“Why do you think as if I’m made of glass?!” You interject. “Please, I just want to help you this cycle. I don’t want to see you suffer, baby, please…”

Her expression is pained. “I… are you sure?” She asked, wavering. “I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you, Angel…”

“Alpha,” you cried, and holy shit; the wood doorframe your butch used to hold herself up fucking splintered and cracked under her grasp.

“Bedroom,” she growled, and in a trance from those words alone, you scurry to the bedroom with her close behind you.

The door slammed in time with her crashing her mouth against yours, grasping and squeezing your jaw open. The pressure on your face forced a high-pitched whine out of your throat as her tongue forced into your mouth, licking over every ounce of your being. She’s pressed so fucking close to you, and oh, fuck, is that her cock pressed against your leg because that feels way bigger than usual—

“God, I love you so much,” she moaned while kissing you, biting down your neck while you fumbled with the buttons on your shirt. Your hands were quickly shoved out of the way the second she tore open your blouse, buttons popping to the ground.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, looking tragically at the buttons on the floor. “I really liked that shirt—“

“I’ll buy you a new one for every time you make me come with that pretty little cunt of yours,” she gritted out, and a whimper escaped your throat as she grabbed you from the thighs and hoisted you up against the wall. Another kiss is ripped from you with her hand against your throat, making you go just a bit limp from how damn good it feels, and all of a sudden you’re being tossed onto the bed like a doll. You look up after the impact of the fall with eager eyes, and see the normal rut glow in her eyes dissipate for just a second.

“Fuck, are you okay?!” She exclaimed, rushing over to you.

“Yes, more than okay,” you encouraged, rubbing her arm. “It’s all okay, baby, don’t force yourself out of a rut for me. I can take it.”

She’s shaking from anxiety, you realize. “Are you sure?” She murmured. “I‘ll…probably be really rough…”

“And that’s a problem how?” You teased. Spreading your legs to show off the panties between your legs wet with slick, you grinned. “C’mon, pretty boy. Show me what a big bad alpha can do, yeah?”

She puffed out air as she moved towards the dresser instead of you, yanking out a clanking, metal contraption.

“Handcuffs? Ooh, kinky,” you teased.

“They’re for me,” she said, and your eyebrows rose a little. “I just…can’t risk hurting you, so please. Handcuff me to the bed. Please,” she begged.

Wordlessly, you nodded, and she moved slowly to the bed and laid down, hands above her head. You affixed the handcuffs above her head, watching her clench them into fists over and over.

“You…want me to ride you?” You murmured, and she nodded desperately.

“Please,” she groaned, grinding into the air, eyes getting that typical alpha glow in them again. “I need some fucking relief from it all, so please baby…”

Thank god for the fact you self lubricated, because the moment you took her pants off you noticed her cock was at least an inch longer than usual and much thicker. You slid the head of her cock between your folds and you moaned together, her at the slick warmth of your cunt and you at the thickness prodding at your entrance. With a deep breaths you pressed the thickness into the entrance and whined upon feeling yourself get stretched open, the utter girth of her cock pressing against every sensitive spot in your pussy. The friction of her cock inside and rubbing your walls was quickly interrupted once you bottomed out, entrance pressing against the extra bulge at the bottom of her cock. Oh fuck, that was her knot.

It was your turn to be breathing heavy, eyes watering from the length inside of you and the way you could feel her pulse and throb inside your tight cunt. “Alpha,” you whined, twitching from the feeling inside. “You’re so big…”

“Jesus fucking Christ, baby, your pussy feels so damn good,” she heaved, hips bucking up ever so slightly into the warm hole. You made a pathetic little chirp at every upward thrust into your cunt, biting onto your lip like a lifeline. The cock was still so overwhelming but you hesitantly lifted up yourself on your legs, trembling with all of your strength before dropping down again with a wet smack.

The noise ripped out of your alpha’s chest was feral, a moan combined with a half-roar, grinding into the perfect, needy hole wrapping around it. You could smell it in the air with how her scent got more intense by the second— she was losing her mind to her rut. Her hands were struggling more against the handcuffs as her hips rut up and up again in your hole. You knew damn well that just rutting wouldn’t be enough for the relief she needed…

And you know what, maybe the idea that popped into your mind wasn’t your best one yet, but my god, did it sound so good. You had only heard the filthy line in your brain spewed in pornos, moaned by needy omegas getting their cunts pumped till they cried. Yet…

“Alpha,” you sobbed out, “breed me, please!”

Her eyes shot open wide with a loud crack in the background. The sound of metal breaking into two clean pieces. You were instantly flipped on your back, legs shoved next to your ears, and shit, talk about something from porn because you were in a fucking mating press. In a mating press, like the good little omega bitch you were, with an alpha’s cock pressed into your cunt, the head kissing your cervix.

The pace she started immediately was relentless, depraved. She fucked you with the hunger of a man starved, your lower back no longer on the bed as she drilled into your pussy over and over.

“Slutty fucking omega,” she growled, letting her knot slap against your rim and balls smack against you over and over again. “You probably wanted this the whole time, didn’t you?”

“Yes!! Fuck, yes, yes, yes, alpha! Please—!” You exclaimed in ecstasy, nails dragging down her back, leaving reddened trails as a trophy for the next morning. “Wan’ your cock, alpha, pleaaaase!”

“‘Course you did, you fucking slut,” she groaned into your ears, thrusting into you with your sweet slick coating her cock, leaning everywhere. “You want my cum? Yeah?”

“Yes!” You shrieked, clinging closer. “Please, alpha, give me your cum!”

“Yeah? Wanna be a good little breeding bitch for me?” She moaned, thrusting into your pussy with a newfound aggression. “Carry my fucking litter? Huh? Wanna take my litter and give alpha some pups?”

You can only moan brokenly in response as her cock continued to batter your cervix, your legs still pressed next to your ears. Maybe this was your place. Maybe you were meant to be a good, warm hole for a big, strong alpha; a dripping bitch in heat to be taken care of and always pumped full of cum.

“C’mon, omega, take my fucking knot,” she growled, and only then do you feel the bulging in her cock grow larger and larger, smacking against your entrance and bullying its way into your pussy. An unfamiliar sensation creeped up into your body— a tightness in your cunt, a burning sensation.

“Alpha, wait, wait, wait, alpha,” you cry brokenly, clutching against her back and holding right as the knot grew bigger and bigger, entering your cunt with every thrust, “Somethin’s coming out, alpha—!”

She was so out of it, teeth bared and staring at you like you were prey. And all of a sudden, that burning feeling snapped, and you squirted. The fluid splattered as your ears rang the moment hee knot popped inside, your cunt finally stretched open and plugged with her fat knot locking her cum inside of your pussy. Everything was hazy; your orgasm milking more and more cum out of her cock that shot inside of you. It was a pleasant warmth inside of you. You felt satisfied, as if you had a purpose. You felt full.

Your panting breaths slow down over time with hers, clutching each other post-orgasm. She nuzzled your neck with the comedown, knot shoved inside of you, keeping the cum where it’s supposed to be. Just the thought made you a little more horny— the knot was there to make sure you got knocked up with your alpha’s litter. It didn’t sound like a bad idea at this point, spending some much time with your alpha, forever…the idea makes another wet gush of slick come out around her cock. However, this time it felt like a lot more, like your body was preparing itself for—

Your alpha suddenly goes still from scenting you.

“Omega…did you just start your heat?”

…it was going to be a long week.

[made 4 lesbians, lesbians interact :3 straight people this fantasy was not made for you please DNI]

[theodorenmyth]

Mattheo who has an introverted! Boyfriend, but when r is drunk they turn into a different person who is bold asf to just say shit and mattheo is just like “holy shit”

Bold Booze

Pairings ; Mattheo Riddle x M!Reader

Summary ; At a Slytherin party, you watch from the sidelines as Mattheo Riddle enjoys the festivities. When he convinces you to try firewhisky, the alcohol unlocks a bold side of you, leading to teasing and passionate moments with Mattheo. The night is filled with intense desire and stolen touches, and by morning, you wake up with the aftermath of your fiery escapades. Reflecting on the unexpected boldness from the firewhisky, you realize it's a night Mattheo will relish and remind you of for a long time.

A/N ; I LAV LAVVV THIS REWUEST 😻😻😻

warnings); slight smut, mentions of alcohol, bite marks

Word count ; 1k

You sit quietly in the corner of the Slytherin common room, nursing a butterbeer and observing the raucous party around you. Your boyfriend, Mattheo Riddle, is the center of attention as always, laughing and talking with his friends. You don’t mind, really. The noise and chaos of the party are a bit overwhelming, and you’re content to stay in your little corner, watching Mattheo from afar.

He catches your eye and smiles, making his way over to you. “Hey, love. Why don’t you join us?”

You shake your head, smiling shyly. “I’m good here, Mattheo.”

Mattheo sits beside you, his dark eyes twinkling mischievously. “How about a drink? Something stronger than butterbeer?”

You hesitate, but the warm, inviting look in his eyes makes you relent. “Alright, one drink.”

Mattheo returns with two glasses of firewhisky, handing one to you. “Cheers,” he says, clinking his glass against yours.

You take a tentative sip, the liquid burning its way down your throat. You cough slightly, but Mattheo’s encouraging smile makes you take another sip. Before long, the glass is empty, and Mattheo hands you another.

As the firewhisky works its way through your system, you start to feel more relaxed. The noise of the party fades into the background, and a new, bold feeling rises within you. You catch Mattheo’s eye, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Matty,” you say, your voice low and husky. “Come here.”

Mattheo raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your sudden change in demeanor. He leans in, and you whisper in his ear, “You have no idea how badly I want you right now.”

His eyes widen in surprise, a flush creeping up his neck. “Y/N, are you drunk?”

“Maybe,” you reply with a mischievous grin. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re driving me crazy.”

Mattheo chuckles, his hand resting on your thigh. “You’re full of surprises tonight.”

You lean closer, your lips brushing against his ear. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Mattheo’s eyes darken with desire, but he tries to maintain his composure. “Maybe we should get you some water.”

You shake your head, placing a hand on his chest to stop him. “I don’t want water. I want you.”

He looks around, noting the curious glances from his friends. “You’re going to make a scene, love.”

You smirk, enjoying the way his breath hitches as you trail your fingers up his chest. “Isn’t that what you like? Being the center of attention?”

Mattheo bites his lip, clearly torn between his desire and his need to keep up appearances. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N.”

You lean in, your lips brushing against his. “I like living dangerously.”

The rest of the night is a blur of teasing whispers and stolen touches. You can see the effect you’re having on Mattheo, the way his breath hitches and his eyes darken with desire. You revel in it, pushing the boundaries further with each passing minute.

“Matty,” you purr, your lips ghosting over his neck. “Let’s get out of here.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Mattheo grabs your hand, practically dragging you up the stairs to his dormitory. As soon as the door closes behind you, his lips are on yours, hungry and demanding. You respond with equal fervor, your hands roaming over his body, tugging at his clothes. “I need you,” you whisper against his lips. “Now.”

Mattheo growls low in his throat, lifting you and tossing you onto the bed. “You’re going to regret teasing me all night,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.

You shiver at his words, anticipation coursing through you. “I doubt that,” you challenge, your eyes glinting with mischief.

The night continues with an intensity you’ve never experienced before. Mattheo’s hands and lips explore every inch of your body, and you respond with equal fervor. The boundaries between you blur, and all that exists is the fire between you, burning hotter and brighter with every touch, every kiss, every whispered word.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──

You wake up the next morning with a pounding headache and a multitude of aches and pains. Your back is sore, and your skin is marked with hickeys, bite marks, and bruises. You groan, burying your face in the pillow as memories of the previous night flood back.

Mattheo is already awake, leaning against the headboard with a smug grin on his face. “Good morning, love.”

You glare at him, though it lacks any real heat. “Morning.”

He chuckles, brushing a hand through your hair. “You were practically screaming my name last night.”

You blush furiously, pulling the blanket over your head. “Oh, fuck off. Don’t remind me.”

Mattheo laughs, pulling the blanket away and leaning down to kiss you. “You were so cute, begging for my touch.”

You groan again, hiding your face in your hands. “Ugh, I can’t believe I did that.”

Mattheo nips at your ear, his voice a teasing whisper. “I loved every second of it. And so did you.”

Despite your embarrassment, you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. “Maybe I did.”

Mattheo’s grin widens, and he pulls you into his arms, holding you close. “Good. Because I plan on making you scream my name again very soon.”

You laugh, resting your head against his chest. “I’m not sure my back can handle it.”

He smirks, his hand tracing patterns on your skin. “I’ll go easy on you next time. Maybe.”

You roll your eyes, but the fondness in your gaze is unmistakable. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” Mattheo replies, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You sigh, content despite the lingering aches and pains. “Yeah, I do.”

Mattheo’s arms tighten around you, and you know that despite the teasing, he cares for you deeply. As you drift back to sleep, you can’t help but feel grateful for the unexpected boldness that the firewhisky brought out in you. It’s a night you’ll never forget, and one you’re sure Mattheo won’t let you live down anytime soon.

[abibliophobiaa]

hello lunieee

I would like to request some dad!Steve-

HAH

just kidding.

I would love some dad!Eddie in the summer playing with his tween kid - maybe running through the sprinkler or someone gets sprayed with the hose, maybe eating ice pops, but most important of all is Eddie being a nerdy, kinda lame adorkable dad that his kid both loves and cringes at. Bonus points if we are watching him and really feelin' a surge of attraction or affection based on his antics.

thank you love youuu 💕

Gone Fishing: Just Go With It…

warnings: r is pregnant, minor injury & barely edited — i needed something soft, sweet and fluffy today. (2.6k words)

dad!eddie munson x afab!mom!reader.

masterlist

——

It’s meant to be a joke.

A little Russian Roulette game, if you will. A precursor to the barbecue plans with your friends for the summer festivities to determine if the pitcher of sangria Robin put her heart and soul into will end up going to waste.

Once you’ve all taken your tests, Max and El have you all turn around and scramble the order. When ready, you all turn around to find the three tests face up on the countertop.

“Mine’s negative,” Robin says, dramatically wiping the back of her hand over her brow. “What a relief!”

But she’s met only with silence.

Until. “Holy shit,” Max breathes out, trying to not break out into incredulous laughter.

“That one is definitely positive,” El points out, hooking her chin over Nancy’s shoulder.

Two lines.

Two very dark lines.

So you…or Nancy.

Baby number four for her, or number three for you.

Shit.

Nancy bites her lip. Turns to you, smile a little hopeful despite the fact your nerves are buzzing to life at the prospect of another baby when you and Eddie hadn’t intended for another baby.

“Guess we have to take another,” she says, reaching for more test strips.

——

“Hey man, can you watch Quinnie?” Eddie asks, passing off the giggly two year old to her honorary uncle. “I’m just going to run to the bathroom.”

And they prove to be famous last words.

Words that change a lot.

Because as he’s washing his hands, humming a song that had been playing on the radio before he’d run inside, he spots the tests.

Multiple tests.

He’s seen a few since becoming a dad to know what two lines or a smiley face means.

He also knows that you, Nancy, Robin, El and Max had all gone to the bathroom at the same time to ‘take care of something.’

So despite it being his bathroom, in his home, he’s not sure if it’s your test.

But, he does know someone is pregnant.

Someone standing outside in his backyard just a few feet away.

The sudden realization hits him then. Either he’s becoming an uncle again to four, or a father of three.

Shit.

——

“And you’re sure?” Steve asks, carding his fingers through his hair. Eddie pulls the strips out of his pocket and Steve whisper-yells, “There’s pee on those!”

“Grow up, Harrington, they’ve got the caps on. We have bigger things to worry about.” Eddie holds the tests in the space between the two of them, bent low near the grill, far away from the rest of the guests.

In the distance he can see you and Nancy watching the youngest Harringtons and Munsons in the pool while the older “kids” watch on. James’ laughter echoes as Dustin and Lucas toss him up into the air and catch him, his little rubber ducky floaties keeping him from slipping too far beneath the water’s surface.

You’re glowing, Quinn bouncing on your hip, wearing the same brightly colored summer dress you’re wearing that flutters around your thighs in the cool summer breeze. And he wonders briefly whether or not you carry a little secret beneath your heart.

“So one of us is pregnant?” Steve exhales deeply as Eddie nods, running a palm down his face. “Look—I know I said I wanted six, but I’m overrun by girls at the moment, Ed. Do you know how terrifying throwing a fourth girl into the mix is?”

Steve’s gaze travels over to Nancy and his three little girls. One reaches out to grab at her little ‘cousin’ Quinn, while the other two try to quite literally become mermaids in the pool, little legs kicking behind them, spraying Mike Wheeler in the face until he’s redder than a damn tomato.

“What do you think we should do?” Eddie asks, flipping over the burgers on the grill, waving as you look over your shoulder and give him one of your wonderful smiles he loves so much.

“Should we ask them?” Steve wonders, tossing some cheese on top, both men watching with increasing nervousness over their present (potential) situations.

“No—no, you absolutely cannot ask them if they’re pregnant.” Eddie shoves the bag of burger buns into his best friend’s chest. “Start laying the buns in that container right there. Yeah, that one. But as I was saying…asking a woman if she’s pregnant is enough to get you as number one on their to-kill list. Do you not fear death?”

Steve seems to consider this, swallowing thickly as he lays out the buns in the tin container so Eddie can begin loading burgers on top. “Nancy will murder me in my sleep.”

“Exactly.” Once the burgers are loaded up, he calls out into the open yard that dinner is ready and then claps Steve on the shoulder. “Best plan of action is to be supportive, remain calm, and act natural.”

——

“Are the guys being a little weird?” You ask, running your fingers through Quinn’s little curls, the two year old dozing against your chest.

“You two married the weirdest guys in Hawkins,” Robin says, sipping her cup of sangria. “I’d say this is within normal limits for them.”

“Steve knocked my drink out of my hand,” Nancy points out, pulling at a piece of cookie and popping it into her mouth.

“And Eddie kept demanding I eat more,” you add, laughing at the memory of your overly eager husband adding more macaroni salad to your plate as soon as you’d finished your first spoonful. “He also kept asking me if I should be holding Quinn.”

The men in question are presently standing in the yard bare chested in their swimsuits, with the sprinkler running. The kids rush through the stream all taking turns, still donning their little pool floaties, little shrieks of joy and peals of infectious laughter warming your heart.

Because you and Eddie finally saved up enough to buy this home, and are now sharing it with your friends who are more likely family now, and seeing the happiness on all their faces has made all the endless hours of work, hardships and obstacles so worth it.

So no, you can’t help the fear that wedges into your heart if you disrupt all of that.

——

“J! NO!”

Quinn whines from Eddie’s lap as James leans over and snatches a marshmallow from the bag his daughter is insistent upon keeping clutched in her tiny palms.

“Quinnie, give me!”

Quinn’s newest favorite word in the dictionary other than Momma and Dadda?

No.

She uses it so often, Eddie sometimes forgets she’s picked up others throughout the past few months.

“NO!”

This time, her little fingers curl in her brother’s hair and give a harsh tug. Hard enough he winces and scrambles onto Eddie’s lap, knocking the wind from him when his knobby knee jabs him in the stomach, to try and alleviate the stress on his hair.

Catching his bearings once more, Eddie grips his daughter’s hand and unfurls her angry little knuckles, finger by finger until she reluctantly releases James.

“Quinnie, let’s be nice to your brother,” Eddie coos, bouncing her on his thigh as you start to rise from your chair, conversation with Nancy and Robin pausing to see the commotion. Wanting to show you he can, in fact, handle three kids, he shakes his head, reassuring, “I’ve got this.”

“NO!”

Steve glances over from beside him, braiding both his little girl’s hair into braids at the backs of their heads. Eddie frowns, and Steve gives him a sympathetic smile as his own littlest one trips over the leg of his chair and takes a tumble onto the patio below, scraping her knee and bursting into ear piercing wails, crying out for Mama.

——

“Chloe, do you want vanilla or chocolate ice cream for being such a good girl?” You ask, leaning your back against the kitchen counter as Nancy finishes putting a pink bandaid on her youngest daughter’s knee.

Hazel eyes that resemble her father’s peer up at you, fingers pointing to the vanilla container held up in your hands. “‘Bow sprinkle, pease!”

“She wants rainbow sprinkles,” Nancy clarifies as you get to work on her daughter’s ice cream, shoulders slouching, tears burning on your lower lash line. “Hey. Hey. What’s going on? You’ve been quiet tonight.”

Forearm pressing to your sweat-slick forehead, you sigh. “Eddie and I never talked about having another baby. We’ve been trying to save up for the house, we got the house, and now we’re really only just settling into the house. And I don’t even know how this happened, or how he’s going to react, or if he even wants another baby. We always said two and I-I—”

“Momma cry,” Quinn huffs beside Chloe, lifting at the edge of her frilly little summer dress.

You let out a weak laugh at that, sniffling noisily. “Momma is crying, yes sweetie.”

Nancy tugs you close as you join her and the girls on the counter, handing each of the greediest little ones a tiny spoon to likely smear vanilla ice cream on their faces with.

“We planned for James and planned for Quinnie.” With a groan, you grab your own spoon and shovel a spoonful of rainbow sprinkles into your mouth, needing a little sweetness to quell the nervousness bubbling in your belly.

“Well, it seems like that little one had other plans. I know it’s not ideal. But if you take away the house, if you take away all the other things stressing you out right about now, what do you feel?”

And that’s the thing. If you think about it. If you really think about it, you love your husband. Have for so many years now. You married him for all of the reasons you’d said in your vows. Wanted to take on life together, build a family, build a home.

Now here you are, still as deeply in love with him as you were that day, in the house of your dreams you never thought you’d own, with your sweet little boy who has love in his heart and joy in his laugh, and your little girl with her father’s tenacity and your features, and this unexpected little one, faceless and nameless and yet loved.

So so loved already.

“I’m happy. Just…really happy.”

“Then you’ll figure everything else out as you go.”

——

Outside, Eddie’s sitting near the bonfire with his acoustic guitar on his lap, strumming along to a silly song meant for the children. Made up, naturally. A tale of beautiful princes and princesses who wield swords and fight impressive dragons, of harrowing tales and defeating evil.

James sits on his lap, beaming bright, with chocolate smeared across his cheeks, heading into what is surely to be a lovely night of sleep induced by a food coma. Steve’s got his two older daughters, Olivia and Violet, draped over each of his thighs, their heads swaying back and forth and feet kicking as Eddie slips in and out of singing and speaking his stories.

The older kids in “The Party” have started cleaning up, weaving in and out of the house as you and Nancy make your way back outside the sliding glass door with Chloe and Quinn on your hips.

And later, as Steve and Robin show the kids how to safely play with sparklers, tips of their little fireworks exploding into colorful light, Eddie pulls you into his side and presses a kiss to your temple, murmuring he loves you against your skin.

You reply the same, turning your head enough so you can peck him once. Then again, humming into his smile. “Our first party in our new home.”

“The Munson home,” he says, kissing you once more.

And as his arms loop around your waist and James calls out “Mommy and Daddy look!” his little face illuminated in the dark, excitement blooming across his features, and your little girl dancing with Max and El off in the grass, you know you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

In this home, with your family, and these people.

——

Quinn is already down for the night when Eddie starts getting James ready for bed. The boy in question yawns and protests very little as his father lifts him once he’s done dressing for bed and lays him down in his bed shaped like a little race car that Steve had helped put together for him on his sixth birth.

“Can we read The Hobbit?” James asks, clambering over his father’s chest as he settles down beside him on the mattress.

“Yes, but only one chapter, okay?”

James nods his agreement and Eddie begins where they left off, using all the silly fake voices that James always laughs at. Those belly laughs that shake the boy, and warm Eddie from head to toe. Those same laughs that remind him he’s not his father. That reminds him that he’s been made for this; to be your husband, James’ dad and Quinn’s dad. He’s got his support system. His uncle who is more a father to him now than anything else and the strength of his friendships. All he needs, really.

As he finishes reading, and James’ eyes grow heavier, his head curling into Eddie’s neck, James whispers, “I love you, daddy.” Eddie replies the same. Lifts his head and finds you there in the doorway.

Sees the worry lining your brow, remembers the way Nancy had warned him you’d been a little upset as her, Steve and the kids had left, and he has an inkling why. But he doesn’t know for certain.

All he knows is no matter what, as long as you have each other, it’ll all be okay.

You’ll figure out the rest as you go.

——

“Hey, baby? Can you come here for a second?” Eddie calls, just as you finish brushing your teeth and pat your face dry.

Exhaling deeply, you slip out of the bathroom and find him already propped up against the mountain of pillows on your bed, bare chest on display. He’s added tattoos as time has gone by, meant to cover the tapestry of scars across his skin, the same ones that you’ve traced countless times over the years, forever thankful that he’s still here.

His hands reach out to curl around the fullest part of your hips as you lower yourself down onto his lap, a thigh bracketing each of his hips, your own hands resting against the heat of his chest.

He rubs gentle patterns there. Callus scarred fingers dance across your thighs, along the curve of your hips, over your ribcage, the smallest point of your back, the softness of your stomach. Eddie pauses there, dark eyes meeting your own, tongue dragging a slow line across his lips.

“Eddie…” you begin, but Eddie jumps in before you can say any more.

“I want you to know I saw the pregnancy tests in the bathroom. I don’t know if they’re yours, but I wouldn’t be upset if they are. We have this home, we have each other. I got that promotion to manager at the shop, we’ve been saving. We might not have planned for another one, but I think we did a pretty damn good job with the first two, and I would love this baby so much and I—”

“It was my test. Both of them. I’m pregnant.”

His fingers spread further across your stomach, before reaching up to grip at both your cheeks and pull you close for a lingering kiss that has your toes curling. Before you can say anything else, he’s rolling you over onto your back and shoving at the flimsy sleep shirt you’re wearing, pressing kiss after kiss to your midsection.

“I’ll take it that you’re happy?” you giggle, threading your fingers in the soft curls at the back of his head.

Another kiss, this time to your belly button. “So happy,” he says, a grin growing against your skin. “Hi Maisie, it’s your daddy. I already love you so, so much.”

“Maisie, huh?”

“We always liked the name, and I have a gut feeling.”

Several months later, Eddie’s right.

Maisie Munson enters the world.

Seven pounds, six ounces, and pure love.

——

——

[atomic-crusader]

Godzilla Minus One thoughts (SPOILERS)

TLDW: Godzilla Minus One is easily one of the all time best films in the franchise so far. While it isn't my personal favorite, it absolutely deserves the praise fans and critics seem to be giving it. Outside from some personal nitpicks, I'd say this entry is worthy of standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the best.

10/10

THOUGHTS AND SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT!!! GO SEE IT!!!!!!

Boy does this movies come in swinging! Koichi setting up the main conflict of feeling like he is a coward (he's not, as the movie goes on to point out) and then the whiplash of GODZILLASAURUS

I know its just an unmutated Godzilla but HOLY FUCK the similarities are there and I love the design.

Personal nitpick #1: was hoping the movies would go more in depth with the origin of its Godzilla but the movies isn't really about what Godzilla is but rather what he does and represents to the story. As a result they don't really say what he is other than he is known to Odo Island's folklore. I like that, it gives him a mysterious vibe.

I gasped because I thought he ate a guy be then he yeeted him

Poor Koichi Can't Catch a Break the Movie

Noriko was great. It's clear she isn't used to being looked after and it shows.

Speaking of which, ALL the characters are wonderful. The Reiwa era looks like it is being defined by stronger human characters and stories and I am all here for that!

I'm actually surprised that the trailers (or at least the 2 I watched) didn't show to much Godzilla action. Or at least the final battle.

Godzilla REALLY has it out for folks in this movie. That lack of a clear origin helps actually. His attacks are sudden and brutal. He is REALLY visibly pissed off too.

SPEAKING OF BRUTAL HOLY FUCK!!! For as much damage Godzilla does to everyone, he gets FUCKED UP! Half his face blasted off! It's cool the see his regeneration ability realized in CG

Personal Nitpick #2: I do wish they had made Godzilla a more obviously tragic character. He is just as much a victim of war as he is a symbol of it. Again though, that isn't what this movie is about, and the ending does at least suggest a sequel isn't completely out of the question, so maybe we can still see why Godzilla decided that All Humans Are Bad.

His atomic breath is wild man. Creating mushroom clouds and massive creators is some nightmare fuel shit.

NORIKO NOOOOOOOOO :(

(dont worry she lives)

The plan to kill Godzilla was interesting. Explosive decompression is not really the first thing I would have thought up for a sea monster that brings up deep sea fish but the speed at which it happens is important.

KOICHI NOOOOOO (its okay he ejected)

Personal Nitpick #3:... I don't really like how they defeated Godzilla. I thought it was overkill. Like, yeah I get that Koichi needs to have is moment and all but blowing his head up I thought was a little much. and then he crumbles away? I guess he was frozen? Cool visual though. I imagine it was hell to convince Toho to have Godzilla die that way.

I heard Yamazaki was a big GMK fan, and the last scene really makes it obvious. I wonder if he isn't available for a sequel, Yamazaki would request Kaneko to direct...

Hey Noriko is alive!!!! Hey what's that on her neck? Why does it look like Godzilla's dorsal plate? Oh God Please Let Koichi Be Happy He Has Been Through Too Much.

The overall message of the movie is so goddamn moving, Live. That isn't a request, that's an order, a demand. Live, you should be happy to be alive. You may not think it, but people love you. People can forgive you. You don't deserve to die. Live and fight for the next generation so they don't make our mistakes. It is tough but you and people around you can make it better. You. Will. Live.

[all-things-ghostly]

A Fate Worse Than Death? - Hatbox Ghost Crack Fic

So I know it’s been discussed before where Alistair went after he got banished into the green pit of doom at the end of the film and it gave me a goofy idea. I hope you all enjoy my ridiculousness

To avoid potential confusion:

Hatty = Ride version of Hatbox Ghost

Alistair = Movie version of Hatbox Ghost

The fireplace crackles gently in one of the Haunted Mansion’s many living rooms. This one was smaller than most of the others, and much quieter, which is why it was the Hatbox Ghost’s preferred room for hat-making. Right now, in fact, he sat slumped against the velvet couch while peacefully sewing the details onto his most recent creation.

His left arm, the one holding the hat while the right hand sewed, was hooked around you as you sat beside him. Well, you weren’t really sitting beside him. It was more like you were burying yourself under his large blue cape and sprawling out in a lazy cuddle against his body.

Not that he minded at all, though. He loved your presence.

An old gramophone played on the small table in the corner of the room, playing some old jazzy tune that Hatty hummed along to. The sound of his soft voice and the sheer comfort of the situation you were in was starting to make you tired, and you found yourself nodding off against his shoulder. That is, until you were rudely awakened by something being shoved onto your head.

“Hey! Hatty!” You complain, pushing yourself up to see what’s all the fuss. You notice that he’s put the hat over your head and is looking at you with a contemplative expression.

“Just making sure it fits~” he says in that smooth voice of his, tilting your head a few times to observe the different angles and get a feel for what adjustments he could make. Once he’s finished, he pats your cheek. “You know, you would make a good model.”

His compliment makes you a little bit giddy inside. It’s difficult to be mad at him, seeing how adorable he is when he gets all invested in his hobby. After Hatty goes back to sewing, he allows you to rest yourself against him once again.

“Goodness, Y/n. You do seem rather tired today, yes?” Hatty observes how you’ve nearly fallen asleep for the second time. “Did you not get enough sleep last night?”

You try to reply, but it just comes out as a garbled, unintelligible mess.

The ghost frowns, and hums in thought for a moment. Then, he cutely perks up as if he had a sudden lightbulb.

“I know what would make you feel better! Some warm tea and plenty of sweets. Come with me, darling. I can always finish this work later, you’re far more important to me.”

Hatty stands up and holds out a hand for you to take. You gladly oblige and he helps your sleepy self stand up, the two of you about to head into the kitchen.

Then, you pause. “Wait, Hatty. Do you hear something?”

You both stop walking and listen. It sounds like… someone screaming?

“Hm… how very peculiar,” he remarks, looking around to try and find the source of the noise. It sounds like it’s getting louder… and closer!

Suddenly, you notice what appears to be a small green hole in the ceiling. It grows wider and wider, and you soon recognize it to be some sort of strange, ethereal pit or portal. The screaming voice becomes much clearer and before you know it… somebody crash lands right into the mansion’s living room.

“Oh, dear!” Hatty exclaims, holding an arm out in front of you protectively and taking some steps back. The stranger groans in pain and attempts to pick themselves up on shaky limbs.

“HOLY SHIT!!” You yell. Hatty grabs his cane and holds it like a baseball bat while making an “intimidating” pouty face.

Then you get a closer look at the intruder, and become even more freaked out.

“HOLY SHIT!!!!!” You shout again, this time with far more terror. Hatty looks at you with shock and confusion, to which you lean in and frantically whisper something to him.

The same look of startled realization crosses his face, too.

“Good heavens! It’s me… but far uglier!”

The opposing ghost then snaps his head up in offense. It’s true—he looks a lot like the Hatbox Ghost himself, except grayer, gothier, and much more grumpy.

“Preposterous! There can only been one Alistair Crump, and I am certainly not ugly,” he snaps, crossing his arms like an angry toddler.

You and Hatty share an unconvinced look.

Then you both flock over to this “Alistair” and start examining him like he’s the first alien lifeform to ever land on Earth.

“Why are you so grey?”

“Goodness, look at those frown lines…”

“Talk about eye bags…”

“Pardon me, but when was the last time you’ve visited a dentist?”

“Wow, your bald spot is really prominent.”

“SILENCE!!” Alistair shouts, pushing both of you away and scurrying onto his feet. “I did not come here to be insulted, you insolent little—wait, bald spot?” He feels the top of his head. “My hat… where’s my hat?”

Hatty tilts his head, and then lights up with that cute grin of his again. He gets up off the ground and picks up the top hat he was just working on.

“Not to worry! You can have this one!” He chirps, and forces it down onto Alistair’s head.

Alistair does not look amused. “It has… so many flowers. I look hideous.”

“You really do. And not because of the hat,” Hatty cringes. Then he covers his mouth like he’s said something rude. “Er, my apologies. But really, sir… or, I guess, me… you look rather worn out. You know, we were about to have some tea. You should join us!”

“Absolutely not. I am not going to have tea with such imbeciles,” Alistair spits, but the next thing you know, both of his arms are getting grabbed by the merry bunch.

“No, really. We insist!”

The evil ghost struggles, but cannot seem to break free from your grasps.

“Let go of me! I have much more important things to do than participate in some… some ridiculous tea party!” He shouts, trying to pull himself free. But, he just ends up stumbling over his own feet and falling on his ass.

Hatty shakes his head and smirks. “My, are you grumpy. You know what you need? Cupcakes.”

And then, you and Hatty drag Alistair’s flailing body all the way to the kitchen, while he kicks and shouts and complains like a little child.

“You FOOLS! Unhand me immediately!! Why, I never… NOOOOOOOO!!!”

His cries are cut off when the kitchen door slams shut behind them.

[fight-the-corn]

sbi (tcfsv) x reader part 4

The next time I woke up, I was in a soft bed. I looked around the room. I didn't recognize it at all. What had happened? Then, I remember my mom kicking me out. I remember sitting in the snow. I remember the Blade picking me up and bring warm. I remember the cold. Holy shit. Was I in a random hotel somewhere? I look around. It didn't look like a hotel. I stand up, slightly wobbly. What time was it? What day was it? Where the hell am I? I quickly walk to the hall. I'm still in my clothes from when I left, but now I had a warm bathrobe wrapped around me too.

I opened the door and realized that I was in a house. Who's house could I be in? I walked out into the hall, towards a staircase. I decided I should probably go down, I might find someone. It was slightly dark in the house, but not like a nighttime dark, more like a stormy or cloudy dark. When I send down the stairs, I found an empty living room, so I walked past it. I heard noise further down the hall so I kept padding along. I found a kitchen and I saw a man in it. He was unfamiliar. All of a sudden, I realized: I don't know the rules of this house. Would I get in trouble for being here? Am I allowed to be in the kitchen? Was I even allowed to have left my room? I was debating going into the kitchen when a head poked around the corner. He saw me and smiled.

"Hey mate! I thought I heard someone coming! Come on in, I'll make you something! How are you feeling?"

He seemed nice at first glance. He had longer blond hair, and a friendly demeanor. He was older, old enough to be my dad, if I had to guess. The thought made me nervous. I didn't want to upset him this quickly, so I followed quietly, sitting down at a smaller dining table.

"I was just making some food, are you hungry? I have plenty extra. By the way, I'm Phil."

" Oh, I'm ok. I'll be fine. And nice to meet you, I'm Olivia."

I was still trying to be as quiet and polite as possible. He was quiet while he finished cooking, then turned with two plates, setting one in front of me and the other before him.

"So, mate, how are you feeling? "

"I'm very well, thank you for letting me stay here. May I ask how long I've been here for?"

Phil smiled, but it has some pity in it. "Three days. You gave us quite a scare when you showed up. "

My eyes widen. "Oh my god I'm so sorry, I've completely overstayed my welcome, I'm so sorry for any trouble I've caused you, thank you so much for letting me stay, I'll be out of your hair now." I stood up quickly.

"Mate, relax. Please sit. You're fine. We know the Blade, when he told us he had a half dead teen girl who needed a place to stay, we were happy to take you in. You're welcome to stay for as long as you want. "

I slowly sit back down. "What do you mean half dead?"

"You showed up with frostbite on your hands and feet, and lots of minor injuries on you that I have no idea how you got. If I had to guess, you had a mild concussion as well. You were passed out from hypothermia as well."

"Did you have to buy anything? I don't have a lot of money, but I can pay you back if you give me some time-"

"Nope, you don't have to do that. We didn't have to buy anything, just wrapped you up in warm things and gave your body time to heal. And again, we would love it if you stayed here for a while, you seem very nice and we want to make sure you're recovering well."

I nod. "Thank you, again, thank you so much. I don't think I would have made it through the night of you hadn't taken me in."

Phil smiled sadly. "You definitely wouldn't have. If I can ask, why were you outside in the first place?"

I started chewing on my lower lip. "Did the Blade tell you anything about me before he left?"

"Nope, told us he owed you a favor and you called it in asking for a warm place. He wanted to make sure you were ok, but he didn't tell us much. "

"Oh, ok." I pause for a second, debating how much I should tell him. He seems nice but I don't want him to call CPS or anything. "Um, I got in a big fight with my mom, and I ended up leaving."

He looked at me critically for a second, like he didn't believe me. "Not the smartest choice, mate, I have to say. especially in 15 degree weather. "

I hung my head. "I realize that now."

All of a sudden, we were interrupted by quick footsteps down the hall. A blond boy, looking about my age, maybe a bit older, ran in, chased by a brunette man. Both of them stop when they see me.

"WOMAN ALERT!" The boy yells.

"Tommy!" The brunette hisses, slapping a hand over the younger's mouth. Then, he turns to me and says, "Hello! I'm Wilbur, this is Tommy. Sorry, he's never talked to a girl before." Suddenly he jerks his hand back. "Ow! You dick! Dad, he bit me!"

"You're a bitch Wilbur. I've talked to many girls before." He grins at me. "I have millions of wives."

I giggle. "Congratulations."

Phil speaks up. "These are 2 of my 3 sons, Wilbur and Tommy. Boys, this is Olivia. I don't believe you've met Techno. Actually, Tommy, go tell him to come down and be social for a bit."

Tommy grins mischievously. "Oh, he'll love that."

That makes me nervous. I glance at Phil. "If he doesn't want to, that's fine, I can meet him later. No issue, I don't mind, I don't want to trouble him."

Wilbur was the one to wave me off. "Don't worry about it. He'll be happy to see that you're awake. It'll be good for him to come down too."

Tommy runs off to grab Techno, and I'm sitting with Wilbur and Phil. Wilbur smiles mischievously. "So, Olivia, how old are you?"

"I'm sixteen."

The smirk dropped off Wilbur's face. Did I say something wrong?

"I'm sorry, is that bad? I can be mature, I won't act like a kid or anything."

"No! No. You're fine. I just thought you'd be... Older, that's all."

Wilbur was still looking a bit bothered, but I chose not to bring it up any more. All of a sudden, Tommy came in leading a large man with pink hair, who looked a lot like...

The Blade?

[negative-speedforce]

1, 3, 4, 11, 13, 15, 26, and 30 for Onnie and Laila please?

YESSSS I FREAKING LOVE GETTING ASKS FOR LAILA SHE IS MY BLORBO-

1. Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

Onnie hasn't had any stuffed animals in years. Eobard made her get rid of them all as soon as she was like, 12, because he thought they were developmentally inappropriate for her age. She had a frog named Tedward (some weird amalgamation of Ted and Edward) and that was her favorite as a kid.

I... don't think Laila is even aware of what a stuffed animal is, considering that she was raised from infancy to be the Empire's weapon. Athena's probably not much help with that one, since she grew up on the streets and having toys falls to the wayside when compared to things like food and shelter.

3. Ask them to describe their love interest.

"Pippa is... an idiot. I can't stand her, she drives me insane, but I can't help but be strangely drawn to her. She's obnoxious, and I really wish she'd back off, but something about her is just so endearing. Maybe it's that she manages to bring back to life the part of me I thought died a long time ago. Or maybe she's just kinda hot."

"Athena's ruthless, reckless, and I never lose the feeling that she's going to backstab me. But she's the only person who's ever given more than two shits about me in my life, so hey, what the heck? Not like I have much else to lose anyway. I'm pretty sure I care a lot more about her than she does about me, but even if this is a short ride, it's a good ride, and I'm not getting off."

4. Do they look good in red?

Onnie looks fantastic in red, so long as the shade's not too orangey. Shades closer to orange (and orange itself) tend to bring out the olive undertones in their skin in a bad way, making them look kinda yellow and sickly.

Laila doesn't look good in most shades of red, except the darker ones, like burgundy and maroon. Bright colors tend to clash with her already near-translucent pale skin, making her look even more pale than she already is.

11. They’ve won the lottery. Spend, or save?

Onnie: Save it all. She's already rich, there's not much else she wants or needs.

Laila: Spend some, save some. Her and Athena aren't exactly poor, but there are some things they'd like that are a little out of budget.

13. Name one thing their parents taught them.

Onnie learned how to be a killer from Eobard. He taught her everything- where the best places to stab someone are, how to rip out someone's heart with your bare hands, how to snap people's necks. Insert Onnie having the sudden "Holy shit I had a bad childhood" realization here.

Laila doesn't have parents. Being a clone, I guess you could technically say that either the parents of her donor are her parents, who she's never met, or the woman who raised her, but anyone calling Nyx a mother would be absolutely insane to say that, since the relationship that Laila (and Pyrrha, later on) had with her was one-sided, conditional, and both emotionally and physically abusive.

15. What would they consider a waste of time– other than school or work?

Onnie considers friendships and other relationships a waste of time. Since they (in very rapid succession) lost their girlfriend, accidentally killed their best friend, and then Jessi faked her own death (which was believed to have been a suicide), Onnie is kinda afraid to open up, but through a lot of mental gymnastics, she thinks it's because she's better than everyone rather than just plain trauma.

Laila considers training non-Force Sensitives in the Jedi arts to be a complete waste of time. Athena's asked her multiple times to try teaching her to do some of the things that Laila can do, like the gymnastics and meditation and stuff, but the most Laila will show her is how to use a lightsaber- weapons are pretty universal, after all.

26. Talent or effort?

Onnie: Talent

Laila: Effort

30. What would they do if they knew it would be forgiven?

Onnie would probably cry. They've been repressing a lot of emotions for a very long time, and any show of weakness could get her in trouble with Eobard, so if she knew it would be excused, I think Onnie would finally let go and feel those emotions.

Laila would tell Athena that she loves her. She'd never say it to Athena's face, especially since Athena kinda scares her and let's be real, she's not even sure if Athena even is capable of caring about a person other than herself. However, if she knew that it wouldn't ruin their relationship completely, Laila would tell Athena how she felt.

[teecupangel]

So since I saw the corgi Desmond Idea for yew branches, all I can think about is if someone else get reincarnated alongside desmond as another dog. Like say Altair somehow gets reincarnated as a dog, thinking Saluki or Dobermann, too. Also because I find it amusing to think about him yoinking Corgi Desmond because he glows gold. And Desmond who was just chilling in his bag wondering why this dog just snatched him. Along with Jacob having to chase after this surprisingly sneaky dog, who somehow keeps out maneuvering him as he tries to get the Desmond back. Just kept thinking about this when I saw the idea :)

Okay, so nonny, there’s this movie I love as a kid. Used to rewatch it a lot. It’s called Cats & Dogs and it’s such a dumb movie but kid!me loved it so when I read this, I just remember that movie and you know what.

Screw eagle symbolism.

Corgi!Desmond gets yoinked by this bigass dog just as Jacob finally got him from those thugs who stole him from his sweet mom and Desmond is just…

He is sooooo done with this day.

He just wants to go home, take a long bath with the right temperature of water and with two maids massaging him as they clean him then sleep on his comfy doggie bed (which is the fluffiest pillow in the whole Disraeli household. He dragged it out of the Disraeli couple’s bed himself, damn it.)

But he can’t do that because this big ass Canaan dog stole him from what may or may not be an actual Assassin (FINALLY! Where the hell have they all been???) and this was also the perfect way to see how good the Assassin was.

…

…

…

He sucked.

And Desmond wasn’t even sure if the Assassin was just that bad or if this dog that has now dognapped him was just too good?

He was sure that this fucking dog just did a leap of faith and that was a sentence Desmond didn’t think he would ever think about.

This fucking life…

Finally, the big dog managed to shake the Assassin off by diving inside a hole that was just small enough for him but definitely too small for the Assassin. From there, Desmond realized that they were in some kind of underground…

Were those bones?

Oh fuck.

They were in the catacombs.

Desmond finally turned to face the dog and tried to say “Hey, man. I have a home. Just let me go and I won’t bite you.” even though he knew none of the animals he tried to talk to could understand him.

But this dog just went and said through gritted teeth as he kept his jaws clamped on the handles of Desmond's bag, “I’d like to see you try, little one.”

And Desmond’s just… BSOD.

What the fuck.

The dog talked.

He understood Desmond.

And Desmond understood him.

What the ever living fuck.

Too surprised by the sudden appearance of another talking dog, Desmond just let the big dog take him to one of the the deeper catacombs and…

Holy shit.

Was that…

He was pretty sure those clothes in the middle of the room was some kind of Isu clothes similar to what Minerva and Juno wore.

Oh great.

The dog who kidnapped him must be some kind of Isu bullshit that Desmond didn’t want to deal with.

And he was just finally getting used to being a lazy dog.

That’s when he hears another voice…

A more familiar voice.

“You brought another one, Altaïr?”

And a Maremma Sheepdog walks towards them as the Canaan Dog dropped his bag to the floor. He looked at Desmond and sniffed him, making Desmond freeze, before gasping.

“Altaïr, this dog smells like he takes a bath everyday. Did you steal him?”

“I stole him from one of those novices.”

And now that Desmond heard the dog’s name, he realized that, yeah, the dog also sound so fucking familiar. He didn’t realize it before because his voice and words had been a bit hard to understand since he had been holding the handles of Desmond’s bag with his teeth.

“The woman or the man?”

“The man.”

“Ah, poor boy.”

“That doesn’t mean you should steal someone’s dog.” Another familiar voice said and Desmond’s eyes widened even further as he saw a…

Holy shit.

Wolf?

No.

A wolfdog.

And that was the day Desmond realized that he wasn’t the only Assassin to have been reincarnated as a dog.

.

.

The Canine Brotherhood’s main mission?

To find and stop the perpetrators of the disappearing cats and dogs in London!

Evidence suggests that the Templars are involved and they have a lead.

They go to a warehouse that was supposed to be abandoned. Instead, it is filled with dogs and cats that are weirdly docile.

And learn the true perpetrators!

The Feline Templar Rite!

Ronron de Sabmiaou!

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Cesare Bormiao!

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Charmeow Lee!

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And they have the BALL OF EDEN! NO ANIMAL CAN WITHSTAND ITS MIND CONTROL WHEN IT ROLLS!

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AND IT IS UP TO THE CANINE BROTHERHOOD TO STOP THEM!

Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahauhau

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Ezio Baubauditore da Firenze

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Connor Kenwoffwoff

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Desmond Disraeli (He comes from a rich family and no, he will not accept Desmond Milyipyip)

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And, yes, Desmond is the only small dog in their Brotherhood and he hates it. They can easily pick him up using his nice bag. It's embarrassing but it means he doesn't have to walk which is a plus. (All dogs except Desmond are supposed to be native in the Assassin's birthplace)

On the other hand, yes. I did base the Templar cats on a bald cat, a cat who looks like he'll throw a temper tantrum, and a cat with a mustache without a care if they're native to each Templar's birthplace.

(In my defense… I should be sleeping already. I cannot be held responsible for whatever crazy idea my sleep-deprived brain comes up with)

[toofcrumch]

Knight to the Prince

Fandom: Stranger Things

Relationship: Eddie Munson/Trans Reader

Warnings: Smut (heavy), AFAB Reader, Blood, Slurs

Word Count: 4,621

Description: Jason outs you to the school when he finds out you’re transgender. Eddie doesn’t take too kindly to that.

A/N: You can also support me by giving this and my other works love on AO3! Find me under the same name <3

The blows landed one after another causing you to shield your face with your arms. You cried and begged for them to stop, coughing hard as you felt someone’s foot go into your ribs. Jason and his buddies had cornered you in the locker room after seeing you take your shirt off. You hadn’t covered your scars that day and Jason called you out in front of everyone. They grabbed you by the shoulders and threw you to the tile floor, causing your towel to fall off your waist and completely expose yourself to the group. You quickly grabbed the towel, covering up your lower half as the hits and kicks continued.

“You fucking freak! Who even let you in here?”

“This is a guy’s basketball team, fuckin’ queer!”

Jason leaned down and grabbed you roughly by your hair, jerking you up so you could look at him. Your vision was blurred in one eye due to blood leaking into it from a cut on your forehead. You looked at him the best you could, begging him to let go of your hair as you gripped onto your towel.

“Jason, pl-please..”

“I better not catch your queer face back in this locker room. Get the fuck out.” He tossed you away from him by the hair. You busted your face on a bench, a strong burning sensation spreading across your right cheek. Your tears stung as they leaked into the wounds.

You scrambled up off of the floor as they screamed insults at you. You didn’t even have the time to grab your belongings or clothes, you just ran from the locker room to find shelter somewhere far from them. You wrapped the towel back around your waist, running past other people to find a bathroom or closet to hide in. You saw one of the old conference rooms that had been overtaken by some nerdy kids and hid yourself away in there.

You slammed and locked the door behind you, cautiously peeking out the small, foggy window to see if you were followed. When you realized the coast was clear you slid down the door until your butt was pressed against the carpeted floor. You pulled your knees up to your chest and sobbed, poking at your wound with the tip of your towel to try and stop the bleeding.

“Holy shit, what the hell happened to you?”

Your head jerked up, making your vision blur from the sudden movement. Someone was in this room with you. You could see a tall figure begin to walk close to you, but you still couldn’t tell who it was until they sat down next to you. You felt a tender hand poke at your cheek. You cried out, swatting the hand away.

“What the fuck?!” You yelled, hand jerking up to clutch your wound.

“Sorry, I couldn’t tell if it was fake or not.” The person mumbled, “I’m Eddie. Eddie Mun-“

“I know who you are.” You gulped, “Jason isn’t very fond of you either.” You told him your name and he sat back on his haunches to get a better few of your injuries.

“Jason did this?” Eddie gasped, “Why? Aren’t you on his little ball team?”

You nodded. “I’m… I’m different. And he didn’t like that.”

“Different..” Eddie mumbled in thought, looking you up and down. His eyes drifted from your face and down to the two lightly faded zipper like scars on your chest. The wheels in Eddie’s brain began to turn and the more they did, the more pissed he became. “Hey, let me help you up.”

You looked over to him to scan his face- to try and see what his true intentions were. He had the most kind eyes and such a sweet, soft smile. You felt as though you could trust him and gave him your hand to help you up. He put his other hand on your waist to keep your towel in place as he helped you over to a soft desk chair. He reached under the desk for his book bag and sat it on the table.

“I have some old gym clothes in here you can put on. Did they take your stuff too?”

You shook your head, “No. They just chased me away before I could grab anything.”

Eddie nodded, unzipping the bag to hand you the clothes. “What’s your locker number. I’ll go grab your stuff.”

He sat on the desk in front of you and you could only stare.”Why are you being so nice to me? We’ve only just met.”

Eddie scoffed and shook his head, looking up at the ceiling to think of how to word what he was feeling. “Jason is a cunt. He picks on the outcasts and when they step out of line- he does this.” He gestured to your injuries, “But he messed up today.”

“How?”

He leaned in close to you and brought a hand up to wipe some blood away from under your nose. “Because he picked on someone other than me.”

Eddie hopped off the desk and rushed to the door, “I’ll be back with your stuff soon. There’s some tissues in my bag too if you need ‘em.”

Panic filled your brain and you went to stand up, but quickly sat back down as pain filled your abdomen. “Eddie what are you-“

Eddie shushed you, “Don’t worry. You just rest up and get dressed. I’ll take care of Jason.”

You were going to protest but Eddie had quickly exited the room. You sat back in the chair and grabbed his backpack. Your face crinkled at the strong smell of weed coming from it. Either way, you unzipped the bag and pulled out a cropped Hawkins High sweatshirt and green gym shorts. You pulled everything on as quickly as you could and sat back down. You finally felt at home in your skin once more. Unfortunately the adrenaline in your system was quickly fading and the pain from all over finally consumed you.

Tears once more began to fall from your face. You grabbed your dirty towel and began to search through this Eddie kid's backpack once more. Sure enough he did have tissues, but he also had a half drank bottle of water. You dumped the remnants of the bottle onto your towel and began to clean up the spot on your face and forehead.

Once you had determined they had been sufficiently cleaned, you folded the blood stained towel onto the table and rested your head. Your teachers were going to be pissed while you skipped, but you personally didn't give two shits right now. You shut your eyes and whimpered, hugging your body as you tried to rest until Eddie returned.

-

Your eyes shot open at the feeling of someone's hand gently touching your shoulder. You pushed yourself off the table and spun back in the chair. Eddie stood there, hands up in defense of himself. You panted, trying to catch your breath from being startled awake.

"Woah, woah- chill. It's just me."

You looked him up and down. His once white shirt had spots of blood around the collar. His face was littered with bruises and his lip was even busted.

"Eddie, what happened?" You asked, slowly getting up to go over to him.

Eddie bashfully lowered his head. "What those assholes did to you wasn't right. No one should treat you like that just because you've decided to make yourself happy."

You felt a small smile twitch at your lips. You pushed your now damp hair back on your head. "Thank you, but… I didn't want to cause any trouble."

Eddie laughed, "You? No. It was those fuckers. I might have got my ass kicked too, but now Jason has a bald spot on the back of his head."

You couldn't help but giggle loudly, "You ripped some of his hair out?"

"Piece of shit played dirty. He socked me in the dick so I grabbed his hair and shook him like a ragdoll."

The smile was now on full display on your face. You wobbled over to Eddie and wrapped your arms around him. Eddie seemed to have frozen in place when you did that. You could feel the muscles in his torso stiffen.

"You're a good guy, Eddie."

Eddie relaxed, a smile coming to his own face. He wrapped his arms gently around your shoulders, hugging you back.

"I got your stuff back." He mumbled, "It's on the table. I might have gotten a bit of blood on it though."

You shrugged, pulling back from the hug to grab your things. You shuffled through your bag to find your medicine pouch.

"Just a reminder of the day my knight came to save me." You winked at Eddie as you popped a couple of tylenol in your mouth, swallowing them dryly.

Eddie’s face reddened as he stared at you. You were putting your shoes on as he walked over to you, grabbing his own book bag. Once your shoes were on, you stood up to look at him.

“Want me to give you a ride home? Make sure Jason and his lackies don’t follow you or anything.” He twirled a strand of hair around his finger shyly.

You grinned at his sweet offer, nodding. You went to grab your own bag but he had scooped it out from your hands.

“You had a pretty nasty bruise on your stomach. Let me get this.”

You held up your hands, “Might as well. You did just stand up to like- 5 guys for me.”

Eddie smirked and stood to the side to let you start walking. You limped slowly to the door with him in tow, making sure you didn’t fall or collapse. Eddie grabbed the door for you. As the two of you walked through the school halls, you gasped and turned to look at him with anxiety written all over your face.

“What do I tell my teachers? I’m gonna miss the rest of my classes-“

Eddie blew a raspberry, rolling his eyes. “You’ll be fine. It’s one day. Just say you had an accident in gym and you’ll be fine.”

You hummed in agreement, “If you think that’ll work.”

“Dude, you look like an apple that got kicked around an orchard. You don’t need to stay here.”

You sighed but agreed with him anyway. He guided you out of the school doors and to the student parking lot. His car was very obvious. An old rusty, black van with the words ‘Corroded Coffin’ painted crudely on the side in white paint. You giggled to yourself at the paint job. He noticed your giggles and looked down at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Don’t you laugh at her. That big girl has gotten me through some rough times.”

You shook your head with a small smile on your face. You looked Eddie up and down once more as he tossed your stuff in the back of his van. His shirt slightly raising up to expose a glimpse of his hips. And along with a small black tattoo of a skull. You chewed on your lip, stepping up to him enough for him to stop what you’re doing.

He looked down at you, trying to read your face to see why you were standing so close to him. You put a hand on his chest delicately, slowly running it up to rub your thumb on his exposed collar bone.

“What you did for me, Eddie… No one has ever done something so nice for me.” You mumbled, looking up into his eyes. You could see his pupils were blown wide and you were almost positive yours were as well. “I don’t have a lot of people in my corner. I lost most of them whenever I came out and transitioned.”

Eddie listened to you closely, moving an arm to snake around your waist and pull you closer to him. The two of you were almost pressed flush against one another.

“Well,” He whispered, “You have me now.”

You stared into his eyes and he pushed the few strands of hair off of your forehead, letting his fingers cascade down the good side of your face. You felt a heat rise in your chest as he touched you. Every place his skin connected with yours felt like a lighter was touching you. A chill ran down your spin as his fingers danced down your neck, rubbing at the sensitive skin there.

Eddie grinned, “I’ll be your knight any day of the week, my prince.” He whispered as his head slowly started to dip in closer to yours.

Your head swooned at the sound of the nickname. You closed the gap between the two of you, lunging forward to throw your arms around his neck. Eddie caught you, both arms wrapping around your waist.

The kiss became heated quickly with teeth clicking together and tongues teasingly sliding against one another. You could taste the faint hint of a cigarette on his breath and it made your brain feel foggy. Eddie rubbed small circles into the dip of your lower back as he walked backwards, going until the back of his legs hit the edge of his van. He parted from the kiss with a gasp, trying to suck air into his screaming lungs.

“Let’s get in here. Don’t need to be caught making out and ditching class.”

You nodded eagerly, letting him help you into the van. It was really nice on the inside compared to the outside. There was a nice dark green carpet laid out on the floor with a collection of different types of pillows scattered about the back. A curtain even separated the back of the van from the front seats. Once Eddie had shut the doors, you grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him back to you. You laid back easily on the pillows and pulled him on top of you.

“Someone’s pretty eager to get a taste of the Freak.”

“I think ‘Freak’ is my new favorite flavor.” You moaned, leaning up to capture another kiss.

He laughed into the kiss, one of his hands clutching onto your hip as he held himself up with the other. You decided to try something, nibbling gently at the cut part of his lip. Eddie growled in pain and pleasure, pulling away enough to look you in the eyes.

“Playing a dangerous game there, my liege.”

You shrugged with a cocky grin. Eddie hummed and dipped down to your neck, leaving his own assault of open mouth kisses and bites along the delicate flesh. Your back arched only slightly and your head crooned against his. His nibbles on your skin did a great job at distracting you from the rest of your injuries. At least any hickies he’d leave would just blend in with the rest of your bruises.

While he sucked at your neck, his hand danced dangerously around the waist band on the shorts he gave you.

“If I do something you don’t want, just stop me.” He whispered into your neck, every other word accentuated with a kiss. You nodded, feeling his finger tips graze the bottom of your belly. A shudder ran through your body at the feeling.

You could feel Eddie smirk against your neck as he moved his kisses down your neck and to the top of your chest. You paused him, sitting up to take off the sweatshirt he gave you. His eyes explored your torso with excitement laced through them. Bouncing between the toned muscles of your stomach to the light pink scars on your chest. You could even see his eyes soften at the bruises that littered your skin.

His hands reached out to smooth across your body. You leaned your head back as you enjoyed the warm pleasure that was his hands. You moaned quietly as the pads of his thumbs pressed lightly against your bruises. The light pressure mixed with pain felt nice, it wasn’t an overbearing pain. Once his hands reached your nipples, your body lurched and a loud whine escaped your lips.

“Fuck,” You breathed, “Do that again.”

Eddie licked his lips and pinched at both your nipples, making your body bend into his touch. Your mouth hung open as you were reduced to a panting mess. Eddie leaned in, replacing one of his hands with his mouth as he suckled the tender bud, gently nipping.

You couldn’t help his name coming out of your mouth. You chanted his name like you were one of the cheerleaders. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Over and over. He moaned against your chest. You tangled one of your hands into his long curls, tugging gently at the roots. Another growl escaped him and he twisted your nipple with more force. You cried out, your other hand reaching desperately for something to grip onto as you found the pillows behind you. Eddie’s mouth began to move south, leaving small bite marks as a trail. When he made it down to your waist, you flopped back down onto the pillows below. He kissed and bit at the lower part of your stomach, making you squirm with need.

“Eddie, please, touch me…” You begged, your hand tugging gently at his hair to get his attention.

“Hell, you’re impatient.” He mumbled, hooking a teasing finger into your waist band and slowly pulling down.

“And you’re too slow.” You grumbled, hips unintentionally jerking forward.

“Where’s the fun in going fast? I like to enjoy my meals.” He winked.

Your eyes narrowed at him as he continued to slowly pull down your shorts. It took some time for him to finally expose you to the cool air inside the van. You could already feel how wet you were when the air sent a chill straight to your core. You whimpered and blushed as he tossed your shorts over his shoulder.

“Fuck, you look so good.” He pushed your knees up to be on either side of your head and kissed at the inside of your thighs. “So fucking hot.”

You whined, rolling your hips in his direction as he teased you. Eddie kissed a line down each of your thighs, making sure to avoid the part you wanted him in most. He reached a hand up and prodded at your cocklette, gently pinching and twirling it between his fingers. You sucked in a deep breath through your mouth and let it out with a moan.

“Fuuuck, Eddie.” You whined, “That feels so good…”

Eddie smiled, his opposite hand massaging into your thigh as the other assaulted your cocklette.

“I only live to please you, my prince.”

“You keep talking like that and this is gonna be over sooner rather than later.”

“How about I just not talk at all?”

You were going to smart off, but realized quickly where his mind was. He quickly shoved his face into your core, lapping and slurping like a starving lion. Your nails dug into the carpet, your back arched, and your legs squeezed around Eddie’s head. This man was eating you out like you were his last meal, moaning and humming at the flavor of you on his tongue.

Your brain was empty at this point. The only sensation your body felt was Eddie’s face between your legs. Your hands flew back to his hair as he began to suck your cock. One of your hands gripped the back of his head as you rolled your hips up into his face.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit…”

Your mantra of curses seemed to fuel him. His tongue swirled around the tip, making tears begin to prickle at the corners of your eyes. Your breath was stuck in your throat and your body was on fire. You would think you were having a panic attack if this didn’t feel like heaven.

Eddie moaned and purred as you fucked into his mouth, purposefully making grotesque noises as he lapped at the juices that came from your juicy center. Just as you felt the knot begin to tighten in your stomach, Eddie jerked his face away from you, panting and gasping as you dripped from his lips.

You sat your head up just as quick to look at him, you even whined and wiggled your hips.

“Why did you stop?” You complained, sitting up a bit to get a better look at him.

Eddie smiled as he panted, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. “Trust me, I would drink you up all day long if I could, baby, but…” He leaned in, crawling over you as he took his shirt off. “I really want my cock inside you. I need to feel you…” He pecked your lips, “I need to feel you stretch around me and grip my cock like a vice…” He kissed you again. You could taste yourself strongly on his lips.

“I. Need. You.”

He then thrust his hips against your opening, causing you to let out hot puffs of air. You nodded quickly, your hands flying to grab at his shoulders.

"Fuck me, Eddie. Please."

Eddie smiled a large devious smile and shoved you playfully back onto the floor. You laughed quietly, the air being knocked out of you as you hit the ground. You heard the sound of a zipper and your eyes flicked over to Eddie in curiosity. You watched intently as he unzipped his pants, shoving them and his underwear down to expose his large, throbbing cock. The tip was red from being restrained against his pants this whole time. Small beads of precum leaked out through the tip and dribbled down onto the floor of his van.

You licked your lips hungrily. You couldn't wait to feel him stretch you to the edge, pounding into you until it felt like your inner walls would break. You never thought you would be where you are right now. In Eddie Munson's van about to be completely destroyed by him and his monster cock.

He grabbed you by the underside of your thighs and dragged you forward, making you hiss as the carpet burned your back. He wasted no time with you, flipping you over and pulling you up until your back was pressed against his bare chest. You could feel how hard his nipples were with them poking into your back. You felt him prod at your opening, wiggling your hips to help him find where he needed to go.

He laughed at your effort, his free hand snaking around your front to possessively grip at your throat. The cold of his rings felt like a dream against your skin. You felt his lips against your ear, kissing and nipping at the cartilage.

"Ready, baby boy?"

Before you could answer properly, his cock thrusted into you at an alarming speed. Your mouth flew open in a silent scream. He held your hips against his with one hand while the other held you by the throat. Eddie groaned and hummed at the feeling of your hole sucking him in, flexing and gripping at the sudden intrusion.

"Fuck, you fit me like a glove." He whispered breathily. "Now how about the fun part, my little prince?"

You nodded quickly, unable to speak or even think with the feeling of his cock in you. You gripped at his hands with need- the need to ground yourself while he did what he wanted with you.

"Fuck…me…please."

You whined the last word and you felt his cock jolt inside of you. Without warning, his hips began pounding into you. He started slow but quickly made his thrusts faster. The faster he went too, the harder his hand gripped your throat. You were sure to have a ring shaped bruise by tomorrow. What's a few more?

The sound of your hips smacking into one another was the only thing keeping you on this mortal plane. That and the sound of his quiet growls and praises in your ear.

"Fuck you like that, baby? Like my cock shoved deep inside you? Yeah you were made for me. I can feel you throbbing around me. You feel like absolute velvet against my cock. You're so fuckin' handsome y'know that? So damn sexy too. I could listen to you beg and plead for my cock on repeat."

You tried your best to match his thrusts, but already you were feeling weak and wobbly. The knot in your stomach started to ravel up again, getting tighter and tighter every time his cock deliciously slammed into you to the hilt. Your nails dug into his hand, scraping the skin enough to draw blood. You could feel the wetness under your nails.

"What a good boy, you're taking my cock like such a champ. Want me to cum inside you? Fill you up until I'm leaking out between your legs? Hmm?"

You nodded eagerly, "Yes, yes, please Eddie cum in me. I wanna feel you cum in me, please!" Your moans and pleads were loud, you were sure if there was someone outside that they would hear your whorish screams.

Eddie went quiet, the only thing coming out of his mouth were harsh pants and whiny moans. His hips began to stutter and his thrusts became harder. The hand that was on your hip reached between your legs and started teasing your cocklette. You finally lost it and your body convulsed against Eddie, your orgasm blinding you. You leaned your head back against Eddie's shoulder, mouth hanging open wide.

"FUUCK." You yelled, your legs vibrating and shaking underneath you as Eddie conitnued to fuck into you through your orgasm.

Feeling the spasms and clenching around his cock, Eddie gave a few more good thrusts before slamming into you one last time. He stilled, hugging you tightly against him as he pumped you full of his cum. The hot, full feeling in your stomach made white stars appear in your already blurred vision. You whimpered and whined as Eddie rode through his own orgasm.

When you were both finished Eddie held you tight and collapsed to the floor with you next to him. He slowly pulled his cock from you, watching his cum spill from your hole and down the backs of your thighs.

"Holy shit, that was amazing…" Eddie gasped, rubbing circles into your hip.

You hummed in agreement, not having the energy to give a real answer.

Eddie kissed the back of your neck with such tenderness compared to how he did before. He traced his fingers over the bite marks on your neck, leaving kisses on those too as an apology. He sat up to reach the passenger seat and covered the two of you with a raggedy old blanket. Your body was so weak from pleasure, you could barely roll over onto your back.

You looked over at Eddie who was propped onto his elbow, smiling sweetly down at you. He brought his hand up to gently caress your face, being careful of your facial injury.

"How does it feel?"

You raised an eyebrow, "It still hurts, but I can bare it."

Eddie scoffed, "Not that."

"Then what?"

"How does it feel knowing you just got railed by the Freak of Hawkins High School?"

You laughed hard, gently swatting Eddie on the chest. He laughed as well, leaning down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. You moaned quietly, pulling back.

"Would you maybe want to go get some pizza with me?"

"Would you maybe want to watch a movie with me too?" Eddie retorted, batting his eyelashes and jutting out his lip in a pout.

You giggled, pinching his cheek.

"Sounds like a date."

[white-collar-cannibal]

i basically typed my live reactions in to the ask box lmfao sorry

THE PART WHERE THEYRE LOOKING AT HIS FACE FOR THE FIRST(?) TIME AND SEEING THEIR DEATH AUUUUUAUAUAUUUUAUAU some of these lines /vpos

niki. niki. what are you doing niki. what are you doing niki

nooo frank :(( "how easily his bones could be yours" holy fucking shit i got chills /vpos

chutzpah!!! yiddish my beloved <3

not them making hetch fucking laugh omfg

"“Hey, don’t get a big head. They only put you on all the marketing because you’re pretty.” i'm gonna kill myself aaaaaaaaaah it's ramping up the lie is being taken-

the bit about breathing hetch's exhaled air oh my fucking god that was so good

UGRH i love the fact that ranboo hates what theyre doing, wishes they didnt, hates that hetch might be attracted to them, but theyre still doing it because of that god damn guilt, it's always the guilt, for what they think theyve done

OH MY GOD THE KISS I FUCKING SCREAMED

that scene was so- beautifully pulled off omfg. like as opposed to an actual romance, where the tension builds, and you're rooting 'kiss kiss kiss,' it was sudden, you could tell they didn't want to, but felt they had to, and the whole way that was written spoke to that and it was fucking amazing

also the fact that theyre embarassed is vvvv interesting... this entire concept makes me feral

ohhhhh my godddd the next bit. author (idk your name?? white collar? lmao sorry) i do not even know how to tell you how incredibly well done that was. ranboo fuckin- thinking about how they would kill hetch, as he kisses them, I CANNOT COHERENTLY EXPRESS HOW GOOD THAT IS YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA

anyway. god damn. ranboo is an amazing actor. i almost feel bad for hetch. almost. (i am afraid for what will happen to them this entire dynamic is so gloriously fucked up i adore it a bit too much)

the other actors are going to find out at some point and it's going to be horrible i just know it

i cannot imagine what can possible happen in the eight-ish remaining chapters but i am sure it will be devastating and incredible and i am going to be here for it

there were other things i was going to say but i forgot them. OH RIGHT just that this fic is my new hyperfixation yippeee kudos to you again for writing it!

—afternoon anon

eeeeeeeeeeee thank you!!!!!!! i can never abandon this fic now you people depend on me. i'm so glad that other people love this fic as much as i do writing it.

and the guilt!!!! you get it it's the guilt forever!!!! guilt is so incredibly tied into how i read glanboo and it's very fun to put them in a Situation where like. king is the guilt helping. is this really the right idea or are you just trying to hurt yourself.

and the kiss scene oh my god that hurt to write i was going "i'm CRINGE i'm CRINGE" the entire time but the violent interstitials were absolutely my favorite bit i loved the realization they could go there it's. chef's kiss i'm so glad other people liked that.

there may??? only be six additional chapters? no one look at me i'm working things out. but nevertheless we are going some Places i am so excited to take y'all to!!!

(as what will be a perpetual aside the seeing your death thing is pulled from p.219 of harrow the ninth, "Ianthe looked at you, and in the paleness of her skin and in the shadows of her lips was her death, and yours.")

[wifegideonnav]

well i… finished act 5 act 2. gonna have to rewatch cascade a bunch of times and probably read the act summary on the wiki but i have officially reached the end of the act

still enjoying it a lot but it’s getting harder and harder to read. summing up a rant i gave my friend, i’m not super in love with the sense of predestined futility - or more accurately, i don’t feel that the narrative has properly addressed that yet and justified why i should be reading about these characters who were like 100x doomed from the start.

there are so many characters and so much happening that nothing is lingered upon, which is nice pacing-wise but not so nice emotional-impact-wise. i also think the “everybody dies a bajillion times and it’s fine until all of a sudden it’s not” thing works against it in a sense, especially when the narrative doesn’t stop to mourn anyone who’s actually dead, bc by the time you realize hey wait maybe like. vriska or dad or feferi/nepeta/equius etc are dead for real it’s been like 200+ pages and you’re like well ok. what do i do here exactly.

and i know that that’s an intentional choice hussie made for how he wanted to craft his narrative - im wishing for things that he deliberately chose not to give. im not trying to say that these choices are flaws in his writing, just that as an audience member i tend to prefer the tlt method of dealing with death, where one main character dies and then the entire next book is about another ripping herself apart because of it.

im not giving up by any means, or even saying that this is what’s dominating my reading experience. like i said im still enjoying myself and appreciate most of the creative decisions that hussie is making. it can just feel very draining i suppose, watching these characters i’ve come to care about - almost all of whom are literal children - fighting so hard so futilely, and so far, imo the narrative hasn’t paid that off. however, with that out of the way, here are (some of, bc this shit was long as hell) my thoughts on the act, more or less in order:

i have literally no interest in johnkat. probably partially bc my friend is so into davekat that ive been conditioned to just wait for that to happen but also bc they have no chemistry. sorry to any johnkat shippers out there but idc it’s boring

i have slightly more but still negligible interest in john/vriska. probably bc i… don’t really care about john. sorry to any john stans out there but idc he’s boring

karkat and terezi sharing a keyboard to argue my beloved

rose my beloved. but also. sweetie :/

vriska my beloved. but also. SWEETIE :/

kanaya my beloved. you’re doing great no notes

oh yeah dave and terezi manipulated the stock market. still don’t 100% understand that but whatever good for them

yeah ok the dream bubbles. christ. like ok i GET it but they’re still annoying

i love jade’s dynamic with karkat she really goes from “teehee im just a silly little girl haha” to “im going to eviscerate this motherfucker”

bec prototyping himself was genuinely such a good reveal

is it just me or is john's power like. way lamer than the other kids' lmao. like it's still cool, def better than nothing, but come on

not too much to say abt the exiles but i love them

also with all the fucking timeline bullshit that's going on i literally can't wait to reach the end and reread with the uhsc mod that lets you follow a specific person's timeline. i canNOT keep track of what's happening when for who

it is literally so funny that vriska has been the cause of jade's narcolepsy this entire time. like wow girl you really took the opportunity to be a massive dick to her huh

LET'S BE SANTA

frogs. ok sure. why not.

fuck doc scratch all my homies hate doc scratch. i will say though. he is a fantastic character.

holy shit eridan and gamzee snapping and killing like everyone. that was buckwild what the fuck. not gonna lie idc that equius is dead, and nepeta, feferi, and tavros were never my faves. but got damn it sucks that they're dead. (ostensibly. still not one thousand percent convinced)

sad karkat :(

murderous kanaya :D

WV "DRIVING" AHHHH

oh god the ancestors. sorry but i simply do not care about that shit. like i know that they're actually relevant but. :/

also i don't like the trope of chains of events being echoed across generations. like damn get your own plot. also it ties into that determinism and futility that i'm grappling with

i will say though. mindfang mentally thanking redglare for taking her arm because then her battle against his honorable tyranny because it made it "a fair fight"? hot. i'm brave enough to say it.

aradia is cool as fuck. i wish we got more of her/her personality

aradia's ancestor is also cool as fuck. sucks that literally nothing she did to resist her fate worked or mattered

the scratch stuff is genuinely interesting narratively/in terms of a plot device. again it still sucks that the beta kids aren't actually going to get to win the game themselves. like i assume they'll be talking to/guiding the alpha kids but like. god it's so unfairrr i bet there'll be angst about this

rose going grimdark is so fun. also LMAO john trying to chat with her in that flash game portion

TEREZI god i love her. sucks that she killed vriska tho bc i love her and also i ship them. oh well murder is not necessarily a roadblock to them getting together. troll romance sure is weird. i have hope in my heart.

vriska isn't dead forever bc no she isnt <3

the betty crocker shit. is funny. and also stupid as hell.

SAD KARKAT :((

ok i guess the stuff about karkat's ancestor and the history of the troll race is kinda interesting. whatever.

everyone's in love/hate with gamzee all of a sudden?? literally why. troll romance sure is FUCKING confusing

that was a pretty anticlimactic climax to the gamzee situation, gotta say

cascade was confusing as fuck i don't have thoughts on it yet

so yeah that's it! if you're still reading, why? let me know what your thoughts on act 5 act 2 were when you read it, or your thoughts on my thoughts lol. just pls no spoilers for anything past cascade!!

[aramastus]

God’s Sight Ch3

Hivion Groans jumps yanking on Iron Chains “ fuck…” he quickly listens for Enddy heartbeat then sighed when she was still inside him.  Why can't he break the chains they must not be normal holy magic infused. Why would Dark Summoner have something like… unless it was meant for someone like him. The room was empty other than the few other chains dangling from the wall. Another problem is who or how that spear or spear user snacks up on him. He does not have time to think about his main worry is Enddy. Closing his eye he forces her to shrink so small she traps in one fold of his stomach. Ugh, he going to be using a lot of magic today it seems. Enddy was confused by the sudden change in size but said nothing she know Hivion does not do anything without reason and she trusts him.

Light cracks tho the opening door. And Vemoness's female voice " Hmm. Your quite the catch. Demon but not any demon…a prince" Hivion body stiffed at a woman's word that he can not see. How did she know?  Knowing that he is a demon is not hard to figure out. But that he is a prince is another thing. Why he was lost in his thoughts the lights come on? The woman rushed forward just inches from his face. Long blonde hair with few red highlights. Large round glasses over her purple eyes. In a black lab coat that was completely buttoned up. 

"Ah fuck your Zinc's boi? Damn, idiots I told you to bring me high powered demon….I didn't know they would target Zinc's kid" turns around walking a bit away from Hivion "Hey kid if I let you go don't kill me ok? Please don't tell your father about this….I didn't mean to get caught in all this really sorry. And just forget all about this?"

Hivion wore a face of complete confusion "Eh???" That is all he could say looking at this woman's back. He had never seen her before but she knows him and his Dad. Woman “You heard what I said right?” Turning around “I'm going to let you out of those chains” Undoes his chain and then bolts to another side of the room. Hivion flops onto the ground then stands up dusting himself off “ ….” walks out the door covering his eyes from the sunlight, he now standing on some kind of abandoned farm. You know what he just going to go back in town get a hotel room and pass out today been fucking nuts.  His eyes began to glow, and his body was engulfed in gusts of wind He is gone. Appearing outside the Hotel “Giant Hell” hotel for nonhumans normally would avoid places like this but they have better security than humans ones. Plus he not letting Enddy out tonight at least. “Uh Sorry Enddy I’ll let out tomorrow” his stomach blows up to the size of a beachball. Sighs in relief keeping up shrinking magic takes a lot of him.  Heading inside it looks like a fairly normal hotel other than all the nonhumans not in their human forms Hivion gets elbowed by a werebear “Come here to finish your meal in peace” Hivion blinks then realize he means Enddy “Oh no this is my Human food supplier” he not completely wrong but just best way to get people to stop asking him about Enddy.  Werebear “Oh you found a willing food source man that's so lucky! Wanna share? I’ll pay well” 

Hivion “No I don't share” resting his hand on his stomach as gets his room heads up to flop on his back on the bed  “Ugh to just what…” He hears Enddy saying sorry and trying to give him belly rubs and he laughs “Thanks love” patting his belly.

The next day Hivion sits up rubbing his eyes and looking at time ‘Oh shit it's noon… I slept way too long”  Pokeing his belly” Enddy?” He hears a groan but then he laughs “You always sleep so much in there” It warms his heart that she feels so safe inside him. He would and has killed people to keep her safe. 

Texting his dad “Hey do know a woman with blonde hair and red highlighted purple eyes who kidnapped demons?”

Zinc “Uh what..wait did someone kidnap you?! I will kill them!” Hivi “Yes but chill out Dad… they found out I was your kid and let me go scared shitless of you and asked me not to tell you or kill them” Zinc “I do know a woman who is into cult stuff she was an old friend of your mothers… but she didn't look like that” 

Hivi “Well she let me go so I guess leave it at that tho I don't know if wanna do anything about the demons being kidnapped” 

Zinc “ I will look into it, if you need a place to stay I have a house that is furnished  I was going to rent out but if need a new place you can have it” 

Hivi “ is in the human side of town?”

Zinc “ Ya I would not put my poor daughter-in-law in danger like that what do think I am!” 

Ture he loves Enddy like she is his own kid and is always happy to see her as proactive as I am of her Hivion thinks

Hivi “Then ya we will take it also I'm not going to be in today” Zinc “That's fine you can make it up or work from home, come by to get the keys later” 

[kjwrites9]

The Clinic on Knoxville By: Beth Carr

*A one-woman play, exploring the mental trauma healthcare workers go through after an act of violence* Notes * note stage directions and/or insights from the author. 

Hello all! Thank you for inviting me to speak at this year’s National Reproductive Health Conference, this is quite an honor. My name is Dr. Candace Bloom, but my friends call me Candy. I am a board-certified gynecologist and personally certified hoot-and-a-half at parties.

*joke doesn’t land* oof tough crowd, *take a sip of water.*

*joke does land* *sigh* woah my husband warned me that joke would flop, but I knew y’all would have my back. *sip of water*

For the past 14 years, I’ve worked at a small midwestern planned parenthood office. I always tell people, the most important thing you should know about me is that I love my job. I went into this field specifically to help people in crisis, I wanted to be there as a mechanism of support, never shame. So straight out of residency, I knew that working at Planned Parenthood would be the natural fit. Our office was small, and for the most part, things were uneventful. The door to the clinic is on the back side of the building, so patients rarely had to interact with protesters if we even had any. So, I’m sure you’re wondering okay… so why did this lady title this talk “what to do when your job is on fire ” if her clinic is so quiet and perfect. And the truth is it really was quiet - until it wasn’t.

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So when your job is on fire, your mind kind of goes blank. Well, at first you think holy shit, but other than that it’s kind of quiet in your mind. You’re not sure if you’re angry, or sad, I think it’s just too many emotions at once. It is like if a train hit you but you don’t realize it for the first hour and then all the sudden all the pain comes at once and you –

– are pregnant Miss Wilson. I want you to know you have a couple of options going forward, however, your timeframe is extremely short. —so that is 100% still an option, but it would have to be made by the end of the week just to be safe.  —i’m sorry. i know that is so quick. trust and believe if it were up to me…well, a lot of things would be different. —hey hey, no no no. don’t cry. i’m here for you. whatever you choose to do i’m going to support you 1000%. but i can’t make this choice for you. you are the only one who walks in those *looks down and notices her shoes.* very cute sneakers you have on. —you’re very welcome. why don’t you go home and sleep on it and come back and we can talk more in depth about your options. Good *looks at computer* looks like i have a 4:30 tomorrow, does that work for you? excellent. now miss wilson, i’ll let you have the room

if you don’t have any further questions, but just know you are capable of making this choice! you are strong. and i’ll see you tomorrow.

*she leaves the room and goes to a sink. Throws away gloves and washes her hands. Puts a clipboard up in a holder. types on her keyboard for a minute and notices how late it is. maybe yells off stage*  - Paula? you still here? —i figured. well i’m heading out for the day. you go home now. the office will be fine until the morning. —i know you’ve got the calls, just make them in the morning. yes i’m sure. have a good night Paula! Another nurse approaches.

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Hey hun! I’m home. Today was good. Couple new cases of chlymidia…but what else is new in this town?? hey thanks for cooking it smells amazing by the way. –no actually. –*laughs* I’m serious. I’m really not doing any work tonight. So we can get crazy. you know. watch some hulu. have a glass of wine. maybe if we are feeling extra crazy we can break out the scrabble. —yes. i am still the party animal you married. aren’t you lucky.

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*phone is buzzing, candace and dan fell asleep on the couch and she is woken up by the ringer*

Dan, honey wake up - we fell asleep on the couch again. – Hold on my phone is blowing up, one second. –hello? –yes, this is she. What? Oh my gosh is everything okay no one was in the building? Right? Please tell me that. Oh thank god. Okay I’m on my way. What do you mean wait? No I can’t just sit here I’m coming up there.

Dan, the office is on fire. They don’t know what happened, but the whole place is burning. i have to get up there. i have to see it for myself.

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*she see’s the building and is just flooded with emotion*

*goes back home*

*she has no words to say, but she has to take this horrible sight in all at once. the level of pain cannot be described. 

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*She sits on the couch, opens her laptop, and calls the patient.* Hello. Hi is this Miss Wilson? Good. this is Dr. Bloom from planned parenthood. I, I can’t say much right now. IK we told you you could come in today, but you are going to have to find somewhere else to go.

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I’m sorry to be emotional up here. I tried really hard to keep this professional and put together. But I guess really, there is nothing put together or predictable about real life. I know you all know this pain and this fear better than anyone…but every time I think about it, I just can’t help but cry and be mad, because all of this pain was the result of one guy who thought he knew best. And that that vision of best included setting a building on fire. Who is he to block healthcare? To try and harm women?  He’s nobody. I’m so sorry for yelling, but i’m just so tired. And every time I close my eyes I can still see that building on fire. Okay, if you haven’t heard anything i’ve said today, that’s fine but please here this. You have to promise me, you will take what I’ve said and you will use it. You will continue to fight for education, for health, and for the people who walk into our clinics. Becasue they deserve better than this. And we do too. We do too.

[superserumed]

                  there’s  a  quivering  of  his  lower  lip , a  burning  sensation  welling  in  his  eyes , tears  just  THREATENING  to  spill  over  at  given  moment  but  he  fights  them  back , won’t  let  them  show , won’t  allow  bucky  to  see  him  so  vulnerable . so  absolutely  defeated . trembling  hands  reach  for  bucky's  face , settling  ‘pon  either  side  as  gaze  fixates  with  the  other’s . a  weak  smile  twists  and  pulls  at  the  corners  of  his  lips  and  god  dammit !  , he  can’t  help  it ,  those  tears  OVERWHELM  his  eyes  &&  just  s p i l  l  down  his  cheeks . ‘ ——  james. ‘  voice  c r a c k s  &&  steve  just  breaks  down ,  crumbles  right  in  bucky’s  hands .  it’s  not  fair  ,  god  is  toying  with  him ,  keeps  taking  the  person  MOST  IMPORTANT   to  him   a w a y .  he  can’t  keep  going  through  this , can’t  keep  losing  him  not  knowing  whether  this  is  actually  the  last  time  for  good ,  it’s  wearing  on  his  nerves .

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Don’t Worry Baby - Fezco

A/N: ahhh this is my first time writing for Fez, so I hope I did a fair job and you all like it xD

Request - Anonymous asked: Hey!!! I just saw that you want to start writing for Fezco!! Coul you maybe do one where she goes to the drug deal with Fezco, Ash, and Rue and waits in the car. But she gets pulled into the apartment like Faye and Rue?? Protective Fezco! Lots of fluff! Little Angst?? Thank you in advance!

Warnings: +18, reader is 18+, guns, nakedness, drugs, spoilers for S2E1, and also, I know I always casually use curse words on my fics, but this will be a whole new level because... Euphoria xD

Disclaimer: I don’t own Euphoria :) gif isn’t mine :D 

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Don’t Worry Baby

But she looks in my eyes And makes me realize And she says ‘don't worry, baby’

"Yo, can you tell her to shut the fuck up?!" Ash complained in the passenger seat.

Fez looked up the rearview mirror to see you laughing as you looked out the window while Rue kept on singing along and he couldn't help but smile. He turned to Rue, who was sitting next to you.

"Yeah, Rue, you gotta chill out back there. For real" he said, annoyed, looking back at her. "Me and Ash gotta handle some serious business right now, so" he sighed.

"Yeah, for sure" Rue said. "No, I can do that" she said, resting back on her seat. "I can just stay back here and chill with my homie. It's real comfy" she said smiling at you.

Fez rolled his eyes and finally pulled over to where the deal was going to go down where Custer was waiting for him with a girl next to him.

"Who the fuck is this bitch?" Fez asked annoyed as he got out of the car and Ash did too.

As Custer talked to them, you moved over to the driver's seat since Fez always told you to do it in case you needed to get out of there quicker than usual.

"You look real pretty tonight" Rue told you from the back and you smiled back at her. You liked Rue. She was nice and you knew Fez had a soft spot for her. And you also knew she was having a hard time since Jules had left, so you were happy he brought her along to at least keep you company.

"Thanks, Rue" you smiled.

"Does Fez tell you that enough?" she asked all of the sudden.

"He does" you chuckled, feeling your cheeks heating a little.

"Whatever man, let's just do this" you heard Fez walking over back to you.

"Faye... in the car" Custer said and the blonde opened the door, sitting next to Rue.

Fez leaned on the window next to you. "Ten, twenty minutes tops, princess, okay?" he said, kissing your forehead and you nodded at him. "I love you" he whispered.

"I love you too" you said giving him a peck on the lips.

"Y'all just please stay in the car" Fez said, looking at you and then at Rue. "No fuckin' funny business. Let's go" he said, leaving with Ash and Custer.

"Hi, I'm Faye" the blonde girl said, waving at you and Rue.

"Yo, fam, uh Rue" she replied before you introduced yourself as well.

"So... how's your New Year's going?" Rue asked.

"What?" she asked confused.

"New Year" Rue repeated.

"It's fucking New Year's?" she asked, looking at you.

"Uh- I believe so" you informed her.

"I swear my boyfriend doesn't tell me anything" she complained. You sighed, bringing your knees to your chest. This was going to be a long night. You then heard Rue tell Faye the story of her and Jules, again.

"My girlfriend. At the fuckin' train station, she left me straight-up" she told her.

"She left you at a fucking train station?"

"Yeah! I was like crying and shit!"

"What a fucking cunt" Faye said.

"Yeah" Rue said sadly. "Holy fucking shit!" she yelled all of the sudden, and you turned around to see her and Faye.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" you told her.

"Um... I don't think... I wouldn't do that here" Rue suggested.

"It's just heroin" Faye said as if it was nothing.

"No, no. We see that" you said, turning around to face her. "But maybe, like, uh... this isn't the best place to do that" you said, widening your eyes at Rue.

"Why?"

"I just feel like this is really not the right time to be doing that-"

"Listen, I fucking know what you two are" she snapped. "You're just a fuckin' junkie-ass bitch" she said to Rue and then she turned over to you. "And you're probably fuckin' eating that ginger's ass for fuckin' oxys or whatever the fuck you're into!" she yelled before she went back to her business.

"Yo, what the fuck are you doing?!" you yelled.

"What? What the fuck?"

"Are you just putting it in there?" Rue said. "Jesus, that is your whole fucking crotch" she said, looking away.

"Fuck, that looks like it hurts!" you said, looking away as well.

The next thing you knew you saw a man grab Faye out of the car by the window and another one grabbed Rue. When you tried to scream for her, you felt a pair of arms grab you as well. And then, you were being pulled inside the apartment where you saw Fez and Ash unharmed and you felt just a little relieved. You saw Faye being thrown to the floor and Rue was pushed against the opposite wall from where Fez and Ash were.

"Yo, get your fucking hands off her!" you heard Fez yell and walk over to you but the guy holding you pointed his gun at your head and he stopped. The guy still holding your arm laughed before he pushed you his way and he quickly caught you. "You okay, ma?"

"I'm fine" you said, trying to smile at him.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" you heard one of the men hit Custer on the face. "You come into my motherfucking house! With a fucking twelve-year-old!" he said pointing at Ash. "Three junkie whores and a motherfucker I don't know!" he said, pointing his gun at Fez, who pushed you behind him. "You out of your fucking mind?! I'm on fucking probation!"

"Brucy" you heard a woman in the next room call for him and he went over to talk to her.

"You sure you're alright? Did they hurt you?" Fez whispered, inspecting your face to make sure.

"I'm alright" you assured him. "I promise" you said. "Are you and Ash okay?"

Fez felt his heart melting. He had no idea what he had done to have someone like you. You had just been grabbed by some random fuckers and pushed around and your only concern was if he and Ash were okay. He also noticed you looking at Rue every now and then to make sure she was alright as well. He was about to answer when Bruce came back into the room.

"Alright, check this out" he said, putting on music. "All y'all, let's get naked right fuckin' now" he said as he started dancing around. Fez could feel you shaking behind him and he grabbed your hand in his. "Let's go, c'mon" he said, snapping his fingers.

"You heard what he fucking said!" the guy that brought you in said, pointing his gun at you and Fez. "Come on!"

"Yo, yo, come on now y'all. Chill" he said, trying to hide you entirely behind him.

"Come on! Let's go" Bruce said, as he kept dancing in the middle and then he stopped in front of Ash. "Except for you. Keep your shit on, man" he said, grabbing him. "Nobody wants to see you naked. B.J. take his ass down. Put 'em in a fucking closet!"

You were about to say something, but Fez squeezed your hand. "He's fine" he whispered to you. "Look man, chill. Nobody got no fuckin' wire" Fez insisted.

"Prove that shit!" Bruce said, looking at him. "I don't know who the fuck you are! Far as I'm concerned, you're a fucking cop!"

"Obviously I'm not wearing a fucking wire!" Faye complained. "You paranoid f-" she was interrupted when Bruce slammed her head into the wall behind her and she screamed in pain. When Custer tried to argue, Bruce did the same to him  and you gripped Fez’s hand tighter.

"Anybody else?" he said, looking straight at you and you slowly shook your head. "Let's go, come on!" he snapped his fingers. "Everybody, let's get naked!"

Fez turned to look at you with sorrow in his eyes and started taking off his sweater. "Just stay behind me okay?" he said and you nodded.

Your hands were shaking as they moved over to the hem of your skirt, pushing it down and then followed by your top. You felt sick to your stomach when you felt all of the men eyeing you in your underwear. You saw that Fez noticed too because his face was turning red.

"Look at me" you whispered, knowing that you were in no position to do something stupid. "Just focus on me, okay?" you said and he gave you a soft nod. You then removed your bra and quickly placed your arms in front of your chest, standing in nothing but your underwear now. You scanned the room around you and saw that Faye and Custer were already undressed, but Rue was standing there, frozen.

"You not hear what the fuck I said?" Bruce asked, getting closer to Rue.

You saw Rue taking off her jacket but then she froze again.

"F-Fez" you said, still shaking. You saw him mouth something to her but Rue shook her head and then Bruce grabbed her by her arm and pulled her out of the room. "Fez, he's taking Rue!" you said, frightened.

"Yo, yo, hold on, man." Fez started but the guy next to you quickly grabbed you, pointing his gun at you.

"Whoa there, pretty boy" he said, making him stop instantly. "You ain't going anywhere."

"Get your fuckin' hands off her, man!" he yelled.

"What are you gonna do about it?" he laughed. He pulled you over to move you into a line with Fez, Custer, and Faye. when he saw you were still wearing your underwear, he grabbed the hem of it with his finger to see inside your underwear, and then let it fall back against your skin. "Nice" he said, winking at you. "No wire" he said, smirking and looking at Fez.

You looked up at Fez, who was clenching his jaw and his face was red as he threw daggers at the man. "Hey" you said, getting his attention. "Just look at me. It’s okay" you assured him, trying to smile and he nodded.

You saw Rue coming back in, unharmed but soaked and shaking, with a towel in her hands. And then, the lady from the other room walked in and Custer started making a stupid introduction of Fez and explaining the whole situation to her.

"Where's Mouse?" she asked looking at Fez.

"Um, you think that you can let me and my girl get dressed, and then I can talk to you in the other room for a sec?" he asked, moving closer to you.

"Okay" she said, calmly. Fez quickly grabbed his sweater, which was closest to him, and threw it at you before he started getting dressed. He saw that after you put the sweater on, you immediately went over to Rue.

"Are you okay?" you asked her trying to calm her down and she nodded. Fez tried to suppress his smile. You had the biggest, kindest heart he had ever known.

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"Yo, that was hon-... Honestly, that was the craziest shit I've ever experienced!" Rue kept on rambling on the car.

After Fez and Laurie talked, you were finally gone. Ash was now sitting on the back with Rue, rolling his eyes at her conversation. You were sitting on the passenger seat, next to Fez. He wanted you close. You had been dead silent the entire car ride. His hand was resting on your thigh. He knew how your mind worked. Whenever you were in a stressful situation, you kept as calm as you could, but as soon as it was over, and you knew everything was okay, you would break down crying and he was always there for you when it happened.

"Geez, oh my fucking God" you heard Ash mutter under his breath as Rue kept on telling you a fucking recap of what you had all gone through not long ago.

Fez felt you shaking next to him so he grabbed your hand to bring it to his lips and you turned to smile at him weakly.

"And that lady, let me just say, she's a fucking gangster!" Rue kept going. "She's a fucking gangster. They all work for her-"

"Aye, why you actin' like that shit was fun, Rue?" he snapped when she didn't shut up. "For real. You're pissing me off. Actin' dumb as fuck right now" he said.

"Fez-" you tried to calm him down but he ignored you.

"Goddamn, all smilin' and laughin' and shit!" he kept going. "You know half of that shit was your fault, too. Fuckin' around actin' stupid! You could have gotten hurt! You could have gotten Ash or my girl or me hurt! For fucks sake!"

"Sorry" Rue muttered and was quiet for only a moment. "I'm just saying, serious question. How many female drug dealers do you know?"

"Good ones?" Fez asked.

"Yes."

Fez shared a look with Ash and then saw Rue through the rearview mirror.

"One" he replied and you smiled, knowing he was talking about his grandma.

"Case in point" Rue said as you moved a little closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, stroking his arm with your hand.

"You good, princess?" he asked, kissing your forehead and you nodded.

As soon as you pulled over at the New Year's party, Rue got out of the car and Fez told Ash to go first, handing him the backpack. You were about to get out too, but he pulled you back.

"Aren't we... going too?" you asked, confused.

"C'mere" he said, pulling you onto his lap and cupping your cheeks with his hands. "Hi" he said, softly.

"Hello" you smiled at him, throwing your arms around his shoulders.

"You okay?" he asked, giving you a peck on the lips. You nodded but Fez could already see the tears forming in your eyes. "I am so sorry, princess" he said, hugging you to him and kissing your head repeatedly.

"It's okay-"

"No, it's not" he insisted, hugging you closer. "You shouldn't have been there tonight. You could have been really hurt and I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you" he said, wiping away your tears.

"Nothing happened, love" you said, kissing his cheek and burying your head in his shoulder. "I just..." you took a deep breath. "I don't want anything to happen to you" you cried a little more.

"You don't have to worry about me, princess" he said, hugging you tighter. "I ain't going anywhere" he assured you.

"You promise?" you asked, pulling away and looking at him. Fez smiled wiping away the remaining of your tears.

"'Course I promise" he smiled at you before bringing you to his lips to kiss you. "And I swear I'll never let anything happen to you" he said when you pulled apart. "You trust me?"

You smiled at him, remembering what Fez replied when Laurie asked him if he trusted you. "With my life" you said, kissing him once more.

"You wanna head inside?"

"Can we just... stay here a little longer?" you asked, resting your head in his shoulder again. "I just want you all to myself for a while" you said, making him laugh a little. You knew that as soon as you went inside, you would lose Fez to all of his customers, and after what happened, you just wanted to be close to him for a moment.

"Of course" he said, kissing your forehead. "Anything you want, princess" he said, stroking his hand on your back, soothing you. "I love you."

"I love you too, Fez."

The End

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A/N: ahhh xD please let me know what you think! I have more Fez imagines to come :) 

[imthebadguyyy]

Temporary Fix

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!F1 driver!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You're the only female F1 driver, and you're damn good at your job. Oh, and you also have a friends with benefits relationship with a certain 7x World Champion.

Warnings - smut, best friends -> lovers, slight exhibitionism

A/N - you have the second merc seat in this, so Valterri isn't here : (( not proof read

Sometimes, you hated yourself for following your passion. Driving a F1 car had been your dream ever since you could remember. The long process from karting to F1 had been a difficult one. When you were seven, you had a go kart track manager that you couldn't race there because you were a girl. That had cemented your will to be the best you could be, and you had done it.

You had made it into a Mercedes F1 seat after spending two years in Williams. It was safe to say that you were one of the best drivers, with killer instinct and an excellent eye for overtakes. The likes of Mika Hakkinen, Niki Lauda, Jacques Villeneuve and others had praised your skills, naming you one of the best talents in the current driver pool.

But the glory, the fame, the praise, sometimes you wished you could just evaporate into thin air. This was one of those times. Press conferences sucked, they really did. Reporters and journalists thought they were entitled to ask you the most sexist of questions, brushing them off by saying it was 'just a simple question'. Sometimes the drivers you were paired up with defended you, like Seb or Pierre or Lewis or even Kimi. Sometimes people didn't want to say anything, or they just laughed it off or answered for you.

This was not one of those times. Charles was supposed to be your partner for the press conference, but he wasn't feeling too great so you were on your own. It had started off fine, with the usual questions like 'how are you feeling about the race?' 'is it gonna be a good weekend for Mercedes?' and then it had gone to 'Do you think you being the only woman here, you should have a special suit?' or 'Are you sure it's a good idea for you to continue another year in F1?' that's what had irked you off.

With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head, you bit back the cutting response that had sprung to your lips, opting to simply look disapprovingly in silence, speaking more words in the quiet. Eventually, the conference was over, and you made your way out of the hall, deep in thought, so lost in your own world, you didn't notice when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into one of the nearby storage closets.

Your protest of "Hey!-" was cut off by a pair of lips pressing to yours, strong arms wrapping around your torso. "Heard you had a bad day with the press" Lewis mumbled against your lips, brow furrowing when you sighed and let your head drop onto his shoulder. "Yeah they're such fucking jerks" you replied, closing your eyes. "I'm sorry you have to deal with them every time" he continued, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Eh, I mean I'd rather not talk about it" you continued, letting your fingers trace a pattern on his chest.

The silence in the room was disturbed by the ringing of Lewis's phone, making you jump softly. "Bono" he answered, looking down at the screen. "Pick it up"

"Hello?"

"Lewis, we're waiting for the meeting? And is Y/N with you?" Bono's voice rang through the tiny closet, as you turned to look at Lewis with wide eyes. Shit, the debrief. "Yeah, I'm coming! Oh, and I'll see if I can find Y/N" he replied, making you suppress a smile. The moment he put the phone down, the both of you burst into giggles, before he leaned down to press another kiss to your lips. "Well, we should go" he said, biting back a smile when you sighed, and cuddled into his shoulder. "Fine"

"But I'll make it up to you tonight baby" he continued, as a shiver ran down your spine. Oh yeah, you two had a friends with benefits situation going on too. No biggie

Except, well, you know you couldn't tell anyone, and you were definitely in love with each other, but I mean, of course it was better to be stupid and just simply refuse to acknowledge those feelings for each other.

♥︎☾☁︎

It had happened, when Lewis won his championship in Turkey. The team had thrown a (socially distant) party, and you had gotten just a little more drunk than you should have, but the champagne was flowing, tequila shots were being taken, beer was being chugged so you just jumped in and had a few more glasses of wine than you should have, and participated in a few rounds of shots.

Before you had known, a pair of hot lips had crashed onto yours, and your arms had tightly held onto a broad pair of shoulders, as the pair of you had stumbled up to your hotel room, crashing backwards onto the bed. Your drunken mind had been sober enough to recognise the 'Still I Rise' tattoo across his back when he tugged his shirt off.

At the same time, Lewis had recognised your face, heart speeding up ever so slightly because holy shit he was making out with you, and he really, really liked you. Before he knew it, your dress was down to your knees, and his shirt was a rumpled mess on the floor, your friendship gone far beyond repair, but only in the best way possible.

The next morning, you had let out a groan when the sunshine had flashed into your eyes, rolling over to find Lewis lying next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist as he slept peacefully. Your heart rate had sped up, and you had shot up, scaring the living day light out of Lewis. He had awoken with a start, confusion present in his brown eyes, before realization had sunk in, and he had shot out of bed, wrapping one of the towels around his lower body.

But before the two of you could get awkward, he had strutted over to you, grabbing your face in his hands before pulling you in for a kiss that made you feel weak and light headed.

And then the both of you came to the conclusion that you two wanted something loose and flexible, something fun with no commitment.

But was it what you wanted?

♥︎☾☁︎

Sometimes debriefs could drag on. And on. And on. Eventually, the engineers left the room, leaving only Toto, Lewis, Bono, Angela, James and yourself in the room. Over the years, it had become like a family for you, and you loved them to absolute bits. The mood in the room had changed, as you all joked around for a while.

Watching from the other side of the room, Lewis couldn't help the smile that etched itself onto his face, when he saw you throw your head back with laughter at something Toto said, inhaling sharply when your neck came into clear view, a sudden urge to mark you up settling in on his body.

It was a thrill, to think of how many times you had come undone on his fingers and his tongue, how many nights you begged for him to fill you up with his cock. It was a thrill to think of all the times he had cried your name out in ecstasy while your tongue worked wonders around him. And yet, here you were, acting as if you two were just best friends, not two people who could barely keep their hands off of each other.

Just two nights ago, he had made you scream his name so loud, the person the next room, who just happened to be Daniel, had not let him hear the end of it. Thankfully, the Aussie hadn't realized it was you in his bed. Two nights ago, he had made you see stars, and after that you had rewarded him with the performance of his life to Nights Like This by Kehlani.

Snapping back to reality when a slight poke was applied to his shoulder, Lewis looked over to see Angela looking at him with a slight smirk on her face. He strongly suspected that the woman definitely had some sort of inkling about the both of you. How ? No idea. But she was a crazy smart woman, and was bound to have figured out that he was seeing someone.

It didn't help that atleast half the people on the grid had at some point teased him, telling him the both of you were made for each other. It was like the universe was pushing the both of you to be together, and he kept pushing it away

"So are we feeling confident going into this weekend?" Toto asked, grabbing his attention from the smirking blonde.

"Yup!" Your cheery answer elicited a smile from everyone in the room. "Yeah I think so" he said, watching as you flashed him a quick smile. "Okay, then, I think we're done for now. Any questions?" Bono asked, scanning a data sheet in front of him. "No, i'm good" you replied, reaching over to grab your phone. "Yeah me too" Lewis said, far too concerned with what was going to happen later that night to pay his full attention to Bono.

"Okay then. We'll see you tomorrow"

And with that they departed. Before Lewis could follow you, a hand grabbed his and he turned to see Angela, Toto and Bono looking at him expectantly. "So whose got you all distracted and flustered?" Angela asked, earning a smirk from Toto. "What? No one" he replied, slapping himself mentally for being all day dreamy during a meeting. "Oh really? I'm willing to bet you didn't hear anything I said during the meet except the last bit" Bono said, smiling when his driver got visibly flustered.

"So do we know her?" Angela continued, watching him closely for any giveaway reactions. "How would you know her if I don't like anyone?" Lewis said, hoping to God it didn't come across as awkward as it sounded.

"Never said you liked anyone. I'm saying you're in love with someone" Angela said, watching as her friend's eyes widened in shock, and he shook his head profusely. "Okay are you on something? I'm just gonna head back to the hotel now" he murmured, confused, and somewhat taken aback by her bluntness.

Ignoring the looks on the others faces, he made his way out to the paddock, trying his hardest to make sense of his feelings. Was a casual relationship with you what he wanted? He wanted so much more than that.

Lewis knew, deep down in his heart, that he wanted to hold your hand in public, and kiss you right on the lips in front of everyone when you shared a podium. He wanted to be able to call you his, to not just spend the night with you, but to spend all his days with you. But you didn't want that.

Or so he thought.

♥︎☾☁︎

Back at the hotel, Lewis busied himself with working out, trying to push all his frustrations out via the workout. He knew that you were going to turn up in the night, and he looked so damn forward to seeing you each night, but god, he hated it when you left in the morning. Every morning when your warm body slipped out from under the sheet, his arms would tighten for a moment, before your giggle would bring him back to reality and he'd hastily draw back, smiling at you. His favourite moment was when he came to your hotel room in Spain. In the morning, he had woken up before you, and before leaving, he had pressed a little kiss to your forehead. The most gorgeous smile had curled onto your lips, and his heart had melted into a little puddle when you rested your cheek on his hand

And then in Monaco, when he had taken you to his apartment, you had woken up before him, and he had woken up to the sight of you bringing a tray of pancakes and fruits, followed by a soft kiss to his cheek.

It was those moments he cherished, but it was those same moments that confused him.

His train of thought was broken when a knock echoed in the room, as he walked over to the door, opening it to find : you

"Hey" you greeted him, walking in and shedding your jacket. "Hey" he replied, reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat off of his body. "Wow um, is this a bad time?" You asked, eyes trailing down his abs, watching as his body glistened in the fading sun light. "No its fine, I just finished my workout. You hungry?" He continued, biting back a smirk when he saw your eyes roaming his body.

"W-what? Yeah, i, um, suppose - yeah" you murmured, mind already far down the gutter.

"For food darling, not for sex" he said, making you blush and let out a small gasp. "Lewis!" You chided, shoving him softly. "You know you were thinking it" he mumbled, pushing you up against the wall. "Yeah I was" you whispered back, yanking him forward by his shoulders, slamming your lips against his.

Lifting you up from the waist, he pressed his body further into yours, one of his hands wandering down to your ass, squeezing harshly, earning a moan from your lips. Taking the opportunity, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you let your core grind against him.

Leading you towards the bed, he stopped in confusion when you stopped him, maneuvering him towards the balcony. "Want you to fuck me against the window or in the balcony" you gasped out, earning a moan from him.

"Right where anyone could see us, hmm? Didn't know you were into that baby" he growled, grabbing your earlobe in between his teeth, earning an airy gasp from you, as the wetness threatened to seep down your legs.

"Mmhmm" was all you could muster, your mind so clouded with desperation you couldn't form a single coherent thought. The only thing you were aware of was that only Lewis could make you feel the pleasure you wanted to feel, only he would take you to that little piece of heaven, only he would hold your hand and fuck you into oblivion, and he would still be there to clean you down with a sponge softly.

"If you insist"

Grabbing you roughly, he slammed your body against the massive hotel room window, ripping the mercedes team shirt you were wearing off of your quivering form, letting it drop to the floor, before he hooked his fingers into the material of your jeans, tugging the denim down your legs

With a soft groan, you pulled his nike shorts down his legs, moaning when his cock came into view, the throbbing in between your legs making you whimper, arousal and need growing tenfold in your tummy.

"Please" you whispered, meeting his eyes, so he could see the pure desperation in your eyes. "Please what?" He said, a certain roughness you hadn't heard before creeping into his voice

"Please fuck me" you moaned, gasping when he brought his hand up to your neck, squeezing ever so slightly. "Oh trust me doll, i will. But first, i want to have you dripping wet and ready for me. I want to make you cum on my fingers, so you're wet and ready for my cock. Do you want my fingers princess?" he continued, feeling his arousal grow when you whimpered and whined.

"Words baby girl. Or I'll just leave you here with your pathetic fingers. I bet you can't even reach all those spots inside you that make you scream, when your tiny little fingers try to please yourself. I bet you just feel like sinking into yourself, but the thought of my fingers keeps you awake. Do you do that, sweet girl? Do you pretend your fingers are mine when you're touching yourself, hmm?'

When you didn't answer, he delivered a smack to your ass, groaning when you moaned at the pleasurable sting. "Yes" you whispered abashed.

"Don't be shy baby. Its okay. I know you feel so good when I love on you. I can see it when you scream my name" and with that, his pointer finger began circling your clit, rubbing circles around it before shifting so he was rubbing the sensitive bud directly.

Your moans of ecstasy were music to his ear, a smile gracing his features, as he let his middle finger slip into you, thrusting it in and out of you. Your soft cry of "fuck" cracked when he shoved his pointer into you as well, scissoring them in and out of you

"Oh fucking hell Lew-" "Shh my darling, i didn't say you could talk, did I?" He said, fingers working at an indescribably quick pace, as the knot in your tummy tightened and threatened to loosen. "I'm gonna-" "go ahead baby" he murmured, using his pointer and thumb to pinch your clit roughly, as you came around his fingers with a scream

"Good girl. You wanna put that pretty little mouth to use somewhere else?" he asked, watching as you dropped to your knees eagerly, (just like I would do irl) reaching up to rest your hands on his hips.

"Someone's eager to suck my cock hmm? Be a good girl for me, and don't waste time" he ordered, a shudder running down his body when your nails traced the veins on his cock, and then as they reached downwards, your thumb circling his tip, collecting his pre cum on your finger. Then you shoved your thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, before sucking softly on your digit, rolling your eyes back. You were snapped back to reality when Lewis roughly yanked your head up, pure arousal clouding his pupils

"You better use your mouth right now, or i swear i will leave you here alone to pleasure yourself" he threatened, moaning when you took his tip into your mouth at once, sucking softly before swirling your tongue upwards.

The feel of your tongue on him made him buck his hips into your mouth, the unexpected movement pushed him quite far back in your mouth, looking up at him, you hollowed out your cheeks, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth, the sounds he was making above you fuelling you. You took him as far back as you could without gagging, as a strangled moan of "Fuck Y/N!"left his lips. He grabbed your hair, tugging upwards, the tingling on your scalp sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Fuck baby, you're gonna have to stop now, I really want to fuck you now" he growled out, pulling you up before pushing you towards to balcony railing

Lining up with your entrance, he watched as you let out a shaky breath, eyes falling shut, as you clenched in anticipation.

"Are you sure you want this Y/N?" he asked, eyes searching your face for any sign that he was being too rough, or that you didn't want what was coming next

"Turning your head around to face him, you pulled him in for a passionate kiss. "I've never been more sure baby" was your affirming reply.

Kissing you back with the same fervour, he slowly pushed into you from behind, the both of you groaning in sync when your walls enveloped him. "fuck you feel so good darling. So fucking tight" lewis moaned, making you moan as well as the pleasure coursed through your veins.

Reaching around you, Lewis rubbed your clit while he continued to snap his hips against yours, making your breasts bounce against your chest, your hands gripping the balcony railing for dear life. Thank god it was dark.

He continued to rub and pinch you clit, before swiping his fingers through your wet folds. Then he shoved his fingers into your mouth, prompting you to suck on them

"Be an angel and suck on my fingers for me" he growled, moaning when your mouth eagerly closed around his fingers, sucking them with fervour.

Snapping his hips into you desperately, his hands encircled your waist, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, swishing his fingers around in your mouth. "Fuck baby thats it, i'm gonna cum" he groaned, capturing your earlobe in between his teeth, moaning when you clenched down on him again

"Oh fucking hell-" with a moan, he came into you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to rub your clit again, sighing with satisfaction when you came around him with a scream of "Lewis!"

Panting, he dragged you back to the bed, both of you collapsing into the covers.

Your chest rising and falling rapidly, you curled up into his chest, letting your head droop onto his shoulder, as his fingers traced his initials onto your hip.

"Well princess, we seem to have a problem here" he said, as you snapped your head up to look at him in confusion.

"I think i'm in love with you"

♡☾☁︎

A/N - part 2? Also feel free to drop a comment, i'd really appreciate it 🤍 thank you so much for reading 🤍