#please give us more faye content

[conkeybong]

to grieve deeply is to have loved fully…

[fayelynnee]

remote.

johnny ‘soap’ mactavish x reader

no prns, no use of yn, afab reader

warnings: none!! probably. it’s very short :(

content: smut (mdni), use of toys (vibrator), johnny being a sneaky shit, edging?? probably, that’s all!

smth to listen to: give - sleep token

bye!! -faye🍼

Johnny Mactavish was easy to please. Dote on him sweetly, nuzzle into his chest, kiss him softly, it was too simple to keep him happy. And it was even more simple to keep him relatively active.

Being together for so long, it was relatively simple to know what Johnny enjoyed. And Johnny loved to play, easy as that.

He loved hunting you down, being hunted. Teasing you, vice versa. Though recently, you feel things have been a little too simple. Johnny was too sweet, too lovely to even mutter a word of complaint about the relatively...boring sessions you've been having recently. You decided it was time for a step up, something that'll excite him. Something that'll keep him giddy and chasing after you as he always does.

Though he'll admit, it takes him by surprise when you have a gift waiting for him. Slipping a box into his hands and kissing his forehead while he settles for the afternoon. Gently reminding him that you both have dinner reservations later that night, and to dress up nicely. Before he can slip in another word, you’re already off again, disappearing into your home, away from him.

On a 'grocery run', you stopped by a shop. Despite your nerves, the quirky, young clerk was more than happy to help you explore the wonders of their store. Following her neon hair and dark makeup through the magical isles of sex toys and bits of lingerie.

Through her babbling, your eyes were fixed on a bit of packaging that caught your attention immediately. "Ah, the remote one?" She took notice in how you stared, picking it from its place. "This one's got lots of settings, perfect if your lover's a big tease...yours is, yeah?" "He is, yeah.." You felt sheepish, shy, speaking to this girl about your sex life. She didn't seem to care one bit. "Should be perfect for ya, baby" Goodness, that right there just convinced you.

"Alright..I'll get this one-" Was an answer she humbly accepted, and seeing as that was all you needed, the two of you swiftly began weaving your way back through the store. Your poor, innocent eyes were still fixed onto the various crafts being sold. Silicone, feathers and lace was definitely a force to be reckoned with.

She rung you up quietly, watching as you still looked.

"Just a heads up.." She hummed, gaining your attention once more. "All of our lingerie is fifty percent off today.."

~

It’s a nice little box, wrapped up with a nice black bow. It’s obvious that you’d tied it, made it all pretty for him. And what was inside was just as pretty. He opened it up to find a little black remote. Johnny knew what it was instantly, snickering quietly to himself. Who would’ve thought that you, his sweet, well kept, and relatively vanilla lover just gave him access to their vibrator. Thats why you ran off so quickly. It was a game to be played, and a game he was gonna win. He hesitated, for about thirty minutes actually. Waiting for the perfect moment.

The moment came suddenly. When you were doing some chores around the house. He saw you, carefully drying the dishes you’d just rinsed. He sipped from his mug of coffee, and with three little clicks, he watched you crumble. He watched you gasp and fumble against the counter. Your eyes darted over to him, and he matched the mischief you held earlier. “Y’alright, bonnie?” He grinned, clicking the button once more. You set down your towel, humming loudly. Your knuckles went white as you gripped against the countertop. “Never- Never better—” You responded, quick gasps falling past the part in your lips.

He lifted his hand, looking to all the buttons, grinning before he cut the power off completely. “Glad to hear, love” He snickered, watching you turn back, your face heating up quickly. He was running off before you could scold him, mimicking how you’d ran away from him earlier when you’d given him the remote.

At least it was short, not dragged on or anything. Though it still left you huffing, a pout playing on your lips as you aggressively grabbed at your dish towel again, resuming your dishes with a growing dampness between your legs.

It wasn’t thought of again until you forgot, getting all pretty and pampered in your bedroom. It was nearing six thirty, and your reservations were at seven. You’d fixed your hair, done your makeup, slipped on the prettiest and tiniest black dress you had. Johnny’s favorite in particular. Nothing could’ve prepared you for the sudden vibrations against your cunt, causing you to gasp and keep to your spot on the bed, with Johnny watching from afar. His body leant up against the doorway, easing the intensity up further.

“Johnny!” You’d hollered out, hearing his devilish little laugh from where he stood. He didn’t stop it this time, leaning against the frame of your bedroom door, watching you. “I like the present you got me, really thoughtful, bonnie” He grinned, dangling the device between his fingers, watching you. Your hands fisted at the sheets, shaking your head. “You like it too much, ah-” You’d hummed, leaning your head back.

He relished in the sight of you. Sweet, lovely little moans that sprouted from your throat. How your legs spread and the little fabric your dress had rode up. The way your chest would heave gently, and your lips would wobble with every intake of breath, so sharp.

Johnny took it all in, matching your hum as he stepped closer to you. Towering over your form on the bed you two shared. His hands moved to your sides, head dipping down to trace his lips over the nape of your neck, his breath tickling in spots he knew you loved. He took note of the constant whirring, and how you whined for him.

You’ve ached for this moment all day, from the moment you put it on, you prayed he’d finish you in such a way. The agitation from it being kept still for so long, and now at the highest setting had sent you from zero to a hundred in minutes.

“Johnny…ohh-” You moaned, feeling his grin against your skin, past his perfectly saturated smile. “Thats it, bonnie, go on” Your arm hooked over his shoulder, gripping his shirt as you shook below him. The vibrations against you felt almost too much to bare, your whimpers spewed out next to his ear.

It’s taken steps further once he presses his index and middle finger against the front of your panties, shifting the small toy. The lace was so thin, so sheer. He wanted to rip it from you, to tear you apart then and there. You looked pitiful, rutting your hips against his hand in a desperate attempt to feel it further. The high setting had you going quickly, a little too quick for Johnnys liking.

He loved taking his time, now wasn’t going to be anything quick.

Your squeals were delightful against his eardrums, and the breathless sighs pushed past your lips made his cock throb desperately for you. You felt it, too. Pushed heatedly against the back of your bare thigh. Just the thought of him filling you had you aching. The mere thought almost had you creaming. And just as you began to squirm in his hold, right as it was hitting the right spot-

“Fuck! m’gonna-” You announced, but the admission was ripped away just as soon as it began. Your voice hummed a whine in protest. “Johnny..”

He gently removed himself from over top of you, smirking. He dangled the remote on his index finger, it was lifeless, much to your dismay.

“C’mon, we have dinner reservations.” He didn’t stop to acknowledge thr pout on your lips, the protests that came from the trembling in your thighs. It took strength for him to not pull your dress off to reveal the obviously new set you bought. “Keep it on, won’t you?”

He tugged you up, giving you a quick kiss to your forehead.

“Maybe i’ll let you finish by the time we get back…you never know.”

[salmonpiffy]

Hi!

I just want to express how I appreciate your arts with Lysandra and Faye(tos).

In fanfiction I sometimes stumble upon opinions that Kratos took Lysandra and their marriage like something for granted. And didn't appreciate her as much as he did to Faye. It hurts to see such points 💦

Specific of the old games is the reason why we haven't seen Lysandra that much and have no a lot of cutscenes. But, well, when Kratos says to Faye that part of him will die with her, he mean it, because he already has dead parts in his heart. Loosing his wives still traumatize him as hell over the years.

Anyway, thank you very much for your art. You are a steady pillar of Fayetos fandom 💞 especially I love your hurt/comfort art, where Faye helps Kratos with his injured arms.

Maaaaaybe one day you will draw Kratos with Lysandra too? 👉👈 (Lysantos? We don't even have a name for his greek marriage, what a shame 💦)

Wow this is the longest ask that I've ever receive XDDDDDD

I believe Kratos loves Lysandra very deeply too. We just don't get to see much of his grief for her since he was blind with rage or focus on taking revenges. But in God of War Ascension, we at least get to see him with Lysandra (even that's not the real Lysandra tho...)

When I was young, seeing Kratos being soft with his wife and daughters (or others that he cares) in the old games feels so good and heartwarming. Losing all of them in the end was very sudden and tragic af :(

This is why I'm in love with Kratos and Faye so much since God of War 2018. It's feels like the good old days again, they are SOOO good for hurt/comfort trope. I'm very happy to finally see Faye in Ragnarok. The dream sequences are my most favorite! (Santa Monica Studio, please give us more Fayetos content in the future)

Thank you so much for appreciating my arts. Although I don't know when will I move on from them, but I'll continue draw them as much as I can.

#1 Fayetos stan!! :D

Bonus : There you go Kratos and Lysandra!

[zaradress]

brothers best friend

pairing: Callum McGinley x Airey reader warnings: sexual content, age gap, unprotected sex, thigh riding, daddy kink prompt: Faye is Callum Airey's sister and has an extreme attraction to Callums best friend Callux.

Fuck he looked good. I sat as I watched him behind the scenes of a sidemen shoot. Every bone in me tries to disguise how attracted I am to him, since I know that nothing will ever happen between the two of us.

For one he is 10 years older than me and is not even supposed to be an option with how my brother would react to his best friend having sexual thoughts about me.

Cal would literally kill me if I even initiate something with Lux. But I couldn't ignore the fact that whenever he was around my knees instantly fold or my panties become less and less dry.

The thing is I can't get him off my mind. Perhaps it's because I'm just horny and have never had a sexual experience but if you ask me it's more than that. Since there was just something in me that wanted to make him proud or just want his approval and no one else's.

I haven't even realised that I have been staring at him for the past couple of minutes. Because of my staring Lux sent me a questionable look.

"Alright lets take 20, everyone", some person behind the camera shouted. Probably since they were going to be here the entire day. I am only going to be here for another hour until my mom can come pick me up. So I definitely understand why they are taking a break.

Callux starts walking towards me. My brother had left with some of the guys to get some food from the buffet. "Aren't you going to go eat?" I ask him politely trying to not make it obvious that just a couple of minutes ago I was thinking about him being inside of me.

"Not really hungry for food", he responds.

I give him a confused look. "Than what are you hungry for?" I laugh a little through the confusion.

His eyes travel up and down my body stopping at my clenched thighs that were closer together than anything else on this world. Lux sits down next to me. "Why are your thighs so clenched, here let me help you", he puts his soothing hand on my thigh. Trying to relax my muscles. His hand traveling further and further up my thigh.

Good thing I am wearing my jeans. Otherwise I probably would have come un done right there and then. I close my eyes and put my head back. Enjoying a feeling I probably will never feel again. He retrieves his hands and I quickly open my eyes again. "All better", he says.

"Thanks I guess", I say whilst crossing my legs. My cheeks turn to a rosey color.

"So why were you staring at me before", well what am I supposed to say to that, "that I was thinking about how you could fuck me good", that would just be stupid.

I look at Callum who looked at me in a shocked manner. "Oh my fucking god I did not just say that out loud. Please tell me I didn't say that", he laughs a little.

"Yes you did and yes I could", he says and gets up. Leaving me in utter disbelief.

I just can't believe I said that. At least he didn't feel uncomfortable. More like amusing.

The boys returned with food on some paper plates and sat down in the studio. Not being able to stand the weird tension in this room whilst Callux was talking to my brother as if I hadn't just seconds ago said that I want him to fuck me, I decide to get some food.

At the buffet there were a lot of options. But I was most interested in the rice so I took some rice and vegetables. I sat down in the empty room not even hungry.

I decide to not eat my food and just sit there playing with the strings of the holes in my jeans. All of a sudden someone sits down beside me. Lux. "There you are, I've been looking for you", I couldn't even look at him and hide my face in my hands. Still embarrassed over what I had done earlier. "Why are you hiding you're. Come on it wasn't that bad. I get it I was your age once too and fuck me I wanted to fuck anyone if they'd given me the chance", I laugh he gets a hold of my hands and put them down.

"Well the thing is, this is probably tmi but I just think I need to say this. I have never had a sexual experience, not even by myself and I have never had the urge to but I don't know lately every fucking time I see you...thats enough information", I tell him.

He looks at me a little shocked. His hand travel to my thigh stopping at a hole in my jeans. "Never? You have to be kidding right. There is no way not even you have played with yourself", he says his hand sliding in to the loose hole in my jeans. His hand caressing my naked thigh.

"I just never have had the urge. And I am honestly scared of doing anything to myself", he looks me in the eyes. I know what he is thinking probably. "I need to stop talking", I say.

The thing is just the feeling of his hand on my thigh could make me tell him anything if he asked me. "Don't rush it, okay? One day you will find a guy you find attractive and then things will just unravel", he tells me. "Because even if I wanted to give you that pleasure I can't. Cal is my best friend and it would literally kill me", he tells me. I nod understanding everything he is telling me.

Suddenly my phone begins to vibrate and with that Callum decided to leave. I pick up the phone and my mother immediately says that she's here. So I get my things and leave.

Before I can even enter the car she says something. "So you're staying at your brother place today. He's not very happy about it and neither am I but I have no other choice", she says.

"What do you mean you have no other choice?" I ask her confused as to what she means by that.

"I got a call from a client in Edinburgh and have to catch a flight today. I swear I'm going to change firms because this is actually not okay anymore", she says. Lately her law firm has been only sending her to the further away places and has had to travel last minute. She is in her own opinion starting to turn grey because of this.

"Well can't I just stay alone at home", she laughs.

We pull up to Callums apartment. "There is no way I'm letting you stay alone. What if something happens? No no I'm already turning grey there is no way I am letting you do that", she says. "I packed you a bag for the night get it from the backseat". She gives me a kiss on the cheek and leaves after I get the bag and shut the door.

I walk up to his apartment and lock the door after entering. Leaving all my stuff in the living room and sitting down on the couch. Intending to take a nap. But that nap turned into a three hour long sleep. Which probably would have been longer if I hadn't heard the door unlock.

The three boys enter. "I'm never doing sidemen shoots again it takes way to fucking long", my brother says.

"What are you yapping about you always want to be there", Harry said obviously exhausted.

"Yeah and then I end up regretting it", they all took off their jackets and shoes. Finally noticing me after.

"I didn't know your sister was staying here", Harry says. Callux looked at me slightly surprised I was here.

"Yeah forgot to tell you guys but my mum told me about it just a few hours ago", Cal says.

"Well I'm gonna hit the hay", Harry says.

"Same, well at least a nap", Cal says and turns to me before entering his room. "Don't do anything stupid and you know where everything is", he says and enters his room.

Now it was just me and Lux. Who has gone to the fridge to get a drink. "Aren't you going to go to bed?" I ask him.

"Not really tired so no", he says and sits down beside me.

"So you're not really hungry and not really tired than what are you", I laugh at him.

He laughs as well closing his eyes and putting his head back. "Really fucking horny that's what I am", he laughs. I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. But I felt a little courageous. So with him not having opened his eyes yet I straddle his lap.

Immediately he opens his eyes. "What the fuck are you doing", he says placing his hands on my thighs. I put my hands around his neck.

"Nothing, just thought your lap would be more comfortable", I smirk lightly.

He takes a deep breath his eyes traveling from my eyes to my lips. I adjust a little to be more comfortable. To which he holds down my hips so it becomes more difficult for e to move as well as putting some pressure. A very light moan escapes my lips when I feel something pressing against my sex. I hide my face in the crook of his neck.

Because of the light moan he pushes against me again making me moan again. I started to roll my hips and he pushed hard against me. "Lux", I moan into his ear and he groans. "Harder", I tell him. And he listens pushing very hardly against my sex as I roll my hips meeting his.

All of a sudden he stops my hips. I look at him confused and desperate. "Straddle my leg. I want you to fuck yourself on my leg", says putting a hair behind my ear. I have never done anything like this. But I am submissive and oblige happily to his command. I straddle his leg and start rolling my hips hard and fast.

"Just like that", he says. "Such a good girl", he starts to bounce his leg which makes me moan even harder. He puts a hand against my mouth to muffle my moans.

I couldn't get enough of the sensation and I was getting closer to my climax. "Lux I think I'm close", I tell him.

"No you're not, I am telling you when you are close. You listen to me", he says. Only making more wet. I loved being controlled by him. Being told what to do.

I bite down on his shoulder lightly to muffle my moans. Because the constant rubbing against his leg and rough material was getting to me. "Now take off your jeans", he tells me. I stand up quickly and take off my jeans. He unzips his jeans. A prominent budge visible. But he doesn't take them off fully. I straddle his lap yet again in my underwear. He pulls out his dick.

"Lux how is that supposed to fit. It's so big", I tell him starting to get scared of the pain I might feel.

"Don't worry I will be slow and careful. It might hurt but you won't have to take me entirely", he says. His hands travel to my underwear pulling it aside. And then I position myself on him.

It hurt but in a good way. I moan silently knowing we aren't alone. I start going down his shaft. It was visible how desperate he was for it to go faster.

"Your doing so great just keep going", he says his hands guiding my hips. I reach the end and start to roll my hips. As he starts to fuck into me as well.

I wanted to scream instead whimpers were coming out because of how much ecstasy I was feeling. He started going harder. His dick pushing hard inside of me. Going in and out every time harder. I rolled my hips faster.

Never have I never felt anything like this. "Such a good girl aren't you", he tells me. "Such a good girl for Daddy aren't you", he says which makes me moan a little too loud. "Quiet you don't want us to get caught do you?", he asks.

"No I don't daddy, I'm sorry", I hold in my moans which is harder than what you would think. I get close to his ear. "Daddy", I whisper. To which he thrust became deeper and harder.

"Ugh, I don't know how much longer I can take", I tell him. Lux repositions us so he's on top and I am laying on the sofa.

"Just a little more, so daddy can come with you", he says.

The thrust were only getting harder and holding in my climax wasn't getting easier. "Alright princess you can cum now", his thrusts have become sloppier and he came inside of me at the same time as I did.

Still inside of me he lied on top of me a little. Applying as little pressure as possible. "Fuck that was good", he says.

He gets up and puts his dick in his away. Going to the bathroom. Lux returns with a towel. "Let me clean you up a bit", he says and starts cleaning me up.

I was still in shock of how good it was. Maybe it was worth the wait? "Lux?" I say.

"Yeah?", he says returning from between my legs to a normal state. I put my underwear to it's original state and go to my bag to get my shorts.

"Cal can't find out about this I say", to which he nods and agrees. I put my shorts on. "That was fucking amazing though.", I say and lay my head on his lap.

As I start to fall asleep again. Exhausted.

[myfemininedivine]

Can you please tell us what ending you planned for Taste? Always wondered if stupid Eva would have come back in the last chapters and what else you planned. It's my favorite story of yours.

I’ll give a very very bad and horrible run down of the last few chaps I had. I deeply apologize for not finishing, but I’m sure you understand. Still, im so sorry to not finish something I started.

The run down for the rest of TASTE would've been this:

Basically, if we focusing on the main couple..... (not gonna explain the smut but just know ofc it woulda been there)

WE LOVE IN SEPTEMBER:

I wanted to focus on all the miscommunication/horrible commitment issues. Most of the focus is on Lexi’s past relationship (guy basically ghosts her, moves out without comment, had commitment issues, extremely similar to Fezco in some ways except he never quite gets attached to Lexi unless she had other ppl after her; was planning on this guy and Fezco meeting in this chapter — Fezco does not know that this guy is the infamous ex).

You get a glimpse into Fezco and Lexi as an actual pairing, not just sex partners. Lot more domestic. curtains are OPEN. Fezco asks about her past relationship and gets the full picture. He sleeps over at her place most nights. He wants her to know that he’s serious about her, so they redo their entire first meeting. Retrace their footsteps under diff context. They go on an actual date, not just some meet up at the same diner I featured them in. She does meet Ash; some faye interaction. We r finally seeing a revealed business fezco voice!!!! lexi is like oh that's fine af actually.

Fezco does meet up with Eva to completely cut the tie. He feels that the only string between them is the fact that she sort of changed his life — I believe that it would’ve been like this reveal: how he got his job? She was the connect!!! And so he feels obligated to be there for her. From what I remember???). Lexi finds this out through Rue.

So, she inevitably doesn't know how to confront him. It doesn't matter tho bc Fezco tells her the moment that they meet!!!!!!

Anyway!

Rue is still plowing through relationship issues. Lexi meets up with Jules and basically sees the effects of heartbreak and gets some bad after taste of it. Jules reveals that it's not that she doesn't love Rue, it's that she doesn't know if they're ready or if they'll ever be ready. She's struggling with trusting the future. This sucks to Lexi. She trusts Fezco, but she also trusted rue and Jules relationship as it was the only stable relationship she had ever been exposed to. If not them, why would it would for her? (and nothing works out for her fr so it's like.)

Core thing is that Lexi is not really sure if she’s capable of trusting someone. All she knows is that she loves him and love is a fleeting, futile thing that doesn't have reason. Without reason, she goes to Fezco's apartment that same night, totally withdrawn and troubled, and he opens the door, doesn't ask question, pulls her into bed with him. This is where he tells her that he sort of really likes her, and she says that sort of really likes him. At first she's content with just that, but then he says something like 'I sort of really more than like you' and all of these thoughts sort of float and die away somewhere between that.

WE BLEED IN OCTOBER:

Halloween party is held to take place as planned by Fezco and Lexi (trying their absolute hardest to rekindle Jules/Rue) annnnddd Fezco does invite Lexi’s ex without realizing !!! It goes batshit crazy!!!!! Rue and Jules do not interact, Fezco's lead to believe that they're rlly done with each other (plot twist tho as Jules and Rue do reconcile and get caught being steamy in another room!!!!! who woulda thought !!!!!).

Lexi sees her ex, gets into a splat where this man is just DYING to get back w her all of a sudden since he seen Lexi and Fezco being full adults in love and shit. The guy does ask if Fezco is her boyfriend, and she hesitates. Fezco overhears this, basically gets this guy out and the energy between him and lexi just BOOM EXPLODE. They go into a separate room, have bit of an argument because he's confused as to why she didn't call him her boyfriend; she says she doesn't know why she hesitated.

Then, he says, "I love you, do you love me?"

She says yes but she admits to not knowing how to fully allow herself to. This literally KILLS him. Fezco says he's not a science experiment for her to prick and play with, and she either wants him or doesn't. They either work or they don't.

Lexi doesn't respond.

Fezco's distraught but calmly decides to take a break with their relationship at the end of this chapter. He isn't angry, he just really wishes they'd met with different intentions/desires.

WE FEAR IN NOVEMBER

you know how the chapter starts with the month? I was thinking of just being like "November." and then having blank space like BITCHHH LFAOOOOO I thought I was so slick for thinking of starting the chap all ominious with the twilight shit (Bellas depressed era!!!!).

ANYWAY. November.

Set the scene. They don’t talk. It’s hard to do that shit when you’re always 1 degree away from the person and planning a very very very small wedding ceremony that's due in 3 weeks. And the worst part? He doesn’t ignore her. He looks her in the eye, pretends as though they never tore away from each other. like !!!! He has literally no animosity for her and she's so riddled with guilt that she doesn't know how to soothe the fact that they aren't together without being selfish, saying she wants him when she, herself, is pretty broken in some way. but she loves him. she knows it but it's hard to accept that 'this' (her) is all she has to offer. She wishes he’d ignore her. He wishes she had more decency to not ignore him.

Wedding ceremony happens. Lexi IS best girl as Fezco IS best man, and they do walk down the aisle together. very much tension!!!! He tells her that she's beautiful!!!!!!! and she tells him that she misses him, to no response from him as the have to go on and walk in front of everyone. a bit gloomy but Fezco does stay looking at Lexi, and they do have a lil dance moment later in the night.

While everyone is cooling at the lil wedding after party, Lexi confesses to Rue that she always wanted something like that, what she has with Jules. And Rue basically hints that Lexi does even if it incarnated differently. Gives her some pep talk. If Jules didn't confront Rue, they wouldn't have gotten back together vice versa on if Rue didn't ask Jules out, they would've never been together. The chances of finding someone is slim and fleeting, that's why you grip onto the ones that root something into you. Fezco (of course) leaves the party.

Lexi does show up at his apartment later that night. He opens the door, doesn't know what to say but Lexi says that she's not all together, being broken and all. Fezco says that he is too, so they're of the same thing. A beat and then she says I love you and you love me. Fezco nods, says every little piece.

This terrifies Lexi and, in conjunction, terrifies Fezco. but what's worse to her is not being with him. And, thank the lucky stars, as he says some shit like “well I guess we gonna be scared together huh?” And she brightens up and says that she's never been so happy to be scared.

WE TASTE IN DECEMBER:

More of an epilogue. A calm after all that stupid shit.

Lexi decides to renew her apartment lease as does Fezco. They upgrade them friendship bracelets!!!!! Ash got himself a girl, on the phone with Fezco as he's getting ready for a lil party.

Reveal that mans has apartment key privileges!! He's letting himself in her apt and calling out her name !!!!

New years party that will be held at Jules's/rue's place (woop woop), Lexi is late as always but it’s ok bc daddy Fezco is there to joke about her needing to wear heels so she can stop running from him!!!!!!!!!!! They go, separate for a bit at the party where she DOES refer to him as her boyfriend, as he does refer to her as his girlfriend; then come back to the couch where they originally met. Lexi sits first, Fezco finds her this time!!! He jokes about whether she’s still in the streets and she says some cheesy shit like yeah, waiting for you (and we scream TOUCHDOWN!!!!). Fezco and Lexi basically simmer in their seats, smiling and kissing and finally fully engulfed, entwined to the soul.

P.S. Guilty pleasures would've morph into a connection between both characters; more interpersonal things rather than materialistic/celebratory items.

Here’s some of the writing that sits all glum! Hope this explanation gives plenty of closure.

[simplysparrow14]

Some Things That I Want / Some Predictions In The Atreus Spin Off Game* (In no particular Order)

*Please note that there had not been an offical announcement for the atreus spin off game, this is just me speculating because i'm currently in my "I-Miss-Atreus-Kratosson" hours

Let👏us👏ride👏the👏giant 👏fucking👏 wolf

Copious amounts of Mimir stories (particularly more Shakespeare or Arthurian legend stories)🥺

Angrboda being absolutely oblivious to any or all romantic advances by Atreus OR both Atreus and Angrboda both pinning so hard for each other but neither of them want to destroy their friendship because of it. 💛💙

Atreus confiding in Mimir or Kratos or any of the Norse fam about his crush on Angrboda.

LET ATREUS DREAM ABOUT HIS MOM AND HAVE MEMORIES WITH HER (one of the things i was so sad that they didn't address in Ragnarok was the fact that Kratos was dreaming about Faye, but not Atreus)

more Laufaye lore please. I need it!

Love Triangle???? (listen, you cant have an angsty teen/ Young Adult adventure without some sort of love triangle.)

A deeper dive into Giant society / magic

Let us meet some of Atreus maternal Giant family (namely grandparents)

Angrboda being Freya’s apprentice and doing cool witch of the woods stuff 🥺

Let the Celtic Pantheon be the exact opposite of the Norse Pantheon. Let them be chill and nice and actually decent gods until it’s revealed that they are indeed a little fucked up actually.

✨Playable Angrboda✨ I don’t care if you give her a stick as a weapon, let my artistic daughter beat the shit out of some gods

Let Sindri meet Angrboda. Angrboda could absolutely be the bridge between Atreus and Sindri reconciling with each other. Not to mention all of the cute moments Sindri could have with Angrboda and how she reminds him of Faye 🥺

One of the Celtic gods is played by David Tennet. this is mostly just to my own enjoyment because I would play good extra money to have David Tennet and Alister Duncan cuss each other out in their heavy Scottish accents.

WHOLESOME Kratos and Angrboda content (please SSM, I beg of you.)

LET SKJOLDR AND THRUD DATE

[natasha-in-space]

Hello hello! I'm here with some fanfic writer asks! 🤡, 🛠, 💋 and 👀 please!

Ohhh these are all very interesting indeed! Thanks for giving me a chance to ramble about my writing Faye <33

🤡 - What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Oh, I love writing silly or playful banter in my works. It happens naturally most of the time, as I imagine characters interacting with one another. I think that's reflective of my own personality. I often use playfulness as a form of expressing affection! I'm kind of similar to Saeyoung on that front, hehe.

I think one of my favorites with this in mind is the favorite character/first date fic I did for last year's Mystictober with Unknown and Natasha. I don't know how my writing holds up there now, as it was a year ago, and I always see a huge improvement in my style as I look back on my old works, but I remember having a blast with that one! I was giggling away the whole time writing it. Natasha is someone who usually gets teased, and not the other way around, but with the Mint Eye version of her, I can put her into situations where she gets noticeably bolder. Fractured Heart is an angst story, though, so we don't get much of that side of her there.

A playful afternoon with Vanderwood and reader is also one of my favorites. Who knew being called old-fashioned meant calling someone old!?

Looking back, I think there's a pattern here of teasing grumpy characters... 😶😶😶

🛠 - What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

Depends on where I am! Believe or not, I usually don't have access to my laptop, so I end up writing on my phone more often than not. For that, I just use an old fashioned phone notes app! I figured out that I easily get distracted if I'm trying to write in an app that looks too janky, so I need there to be only my writing for me to see. If I do have my laptop at hand, I use google docs! But, I usually end up using it for writing out helpful notes and reminders that I'll use in the bigger fics. Now, with editing, things go a little bit more in depth. English is not my native language, and while I did get tremendously better at it (in part thanks to this lovely blog of mine!), I can still make a silly mistake or two. I use Grammarly to check for those, but only sparingly, as it can get confused with dialogue scenes specifically. The other two things I use fairly regularly are OneLook (kind of a reverse dictionary: you put in a vague description and get a word for it. Very helpful when English is not your first language) and many different cheat lists I have saved up in case I get lost on what I'm trying to convey.

💋 - First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

Oh, I adore first kiss fics. What I find so damn fun about them is how many varieties there are. There are so many ways to make your characters smooch for the first time! Is it planned? Or not? Is it slow? Fast? Do they get to talk about it afterwards? So many possibilities. I must admit, I mostly make my characters kiss for the first time in a spur of a moment. It's usually very emotional, and more often than not, in the middle of conflict. What can I say, I love myself some drama :)

👀 - Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

I'm working on chapter 2 for Wilted Daffodil currently! I won't spoil much, but it is focused on Chaewon and Yoosung specifically. It sure is an odd experience to write for Chaewon while she's in a sound state of mind (more or less). Makes me laugh, because most of the content you see of her on my blog is how she is at the time Natasha meets her. We'll get there! Here's a rough wip from the first draft!

[pxiedustnblades]

*knocks on the door quietly, and then peek inside, bringing cookies and chocolate*

Hi Faye! :D How are you doing? I saw your requests for ask and questions, so, here I am bringing them to you! :D

1,2,3,6,9,13,20,27 and 28! :D I know they are a lot, so feel free to answer only the one you feel the most! No need to answer them all, if they make you feel overwhelmed. :)

--Nemo

Nemo!!

Oh my goodness thank you so much for the chocolate & cookies! Always a treat to hear from you. And always more then happy to oblige with answering those asks. While there are a lot, I am eager to answer them all. I am up to the challenge. Here, have some coffee for while you read.

1) Who was your first ever OC? Do you still "use" them? How have they evolved over time?

Aww this is a treat! My first ever OC was a HC’d lovechild between Kisshu and Ichigo from Tokyo Mew Mew. Her name was Claire Momomiya and I adored her like nothing else. Even so far as to making a silly little comic book with a school friend. The writing was atrocious and very cliche middle schooler wattpad weeb. 🤣 So you know, grossly cringe. Ugh since then Claire is still used be she is completely separate from her original counterpart. She now goes by Clara and has matured a great deal. Although I don’t use her anymore, she is still such a memorable and precious OC that she will never be discarded. I will find something for her one day.

2) Who is your newest OC Why did you make them?

Yvette is my newest oc! I made her shortly after I started playing God of War and saw Tyr’s design. After hearing what a gentle giant he was, and then seeing him in Ragnarok, I couldn’t help but be smitten. That and comparing my own height to his. 😳 He’s such a sweet, wise soul whats not to love though? Even if he is a bit of awkward giraffe lolol. Between that and general simping gutter brain, I wanted to give him someone to love and be loved by. But not by me lmao. No self insert here. But uhh my gutter brain was strong with this one because size difference make brain go brrr. And somehow these became the horniest, most mature, yet sweet canon x oc ship I have to date. Whoops?

3) Biggest self-insert OC?

OOH! That would be my sweet pea, Faline! Closest tie with her would be Florence. Although both are actual self inserts. Faline has been my longest standing Self-insert (going on 2 years soon) and one that holds most of my similarities. Including my height, build, my autism, my not-so-great childhood, trauma, and mental health. Genuinely v little difference between her and I.

6) Do you have any OCs without stories? Will you ever create one for them?

I mentioned it before but Clara is currently the one without a story. Although I’m not quite sure if you’re talking actual physical written & completed story or just a general background. I’m assuming the latter, but please correct me if I’m wrong. I will eventually give Clara a proper story, but for now she is content seeing me bond with my other OCs.

9) Favourite OC?

Oh my Gods, Nemo; how can you ask me such a thing? 🤣Just kidding I can actually answer this. My beloved Claudia is my favorite. She was such a treat to create. To go from a minor character made to push a plot point, to then being one of my biggest muses, she is a gem and a half. She is as complex as she is beautiful, and I look forward to continue creating stories for her and Darius.

13) Which story has the most lore?

Oh Gods “Saints & Sinners” by far. Ash and I have spent almost two years developing that universe. It initially started off as a silly “what-if” thing but now we have a whole world, timeline, rules, deities for every basic thing, A deity hierarchy system, Soul-bondings, rules for said deities, the reset system, etc. it used to only focus on four characters, now its expanded to following 8. 4 couples, all soul-bonded deities. It’s an incredible experience.

20) What story are you the proudest of? Why?

Hmmm probably “burn scars” as of right now. Its still in the works but its pushing me out of my comfort zone to deal with more graphic, emotion-heavy scenes. Trying to capture something like that is not easy, but considering it’s such a crucial part in Darius & Claudia’s timeline I am determined to get it right.

What are your favourite movies?

I’m not much of a movie person in general but the ones that have higher chances of holding my attention are animated films. I’m the worst when it comes to watching films. Its like pulling teeth to get me to do.

Thank you again for asking me everything Nemo! I hope you enjoyed!

- Faye

[jeyramarie]

don’t touch my girl- Fezco x Reader

summary: you get roped in into a drug deal

wc: 2,514

warning: cursing, guns, nakedness, drug use/description

a/n: now this one i’m a bit proud of😂 lmk if you like and if you wanna tagged in any future fez content ❤️ and as usual, happy reading🦋 

Fezco is like a giant teddy bear. Whenever you’re alone he hugs you, cuddles you, gives you lots of kisses and tells you endlessly how much he loves you. In front of other drug dealers or just other people, he was very protective. If he saw any weird look or heard an inappropriate comment he went ballistic to defend you. If it was Rue or Jules, he didn’t do anything. Fezco knows how much love you all have for each other and he also knows that the girls would protect you, the same you’d protect them. 

You were currently in the back seat of his car, sitting next to high Rue as she rapped the song playing on the radio. Fez didn’t tell you where you were going and you’ve learned to stop asking questions. Rue snorted a line and kept rapping the words. The redhead looked at the back to see you looking out the window. She kept singing, some parts louder than others as all of you began to feel annoyed. 

“Yo, can you tell her to shut the fuck up?” Ashtray asked, looking at Fez. 

“Please.” You mumbled, rubbing your temple.

“Yeah, Rue, you gotta chill out back there for real.” Fez said calmly as he continued to drive. She turned to you and back to the front of the car. 

“Me and Ash gotta handle some serious business right now, so..”

“Yeah, for sure. No, I can do that.” Rue replied, leaning back on the seat. 

“I can just stay back here. It’s real comfy.” She slumped on the seat, stretching her arms to the side and bringing them over her head. 

Fez drove a bit more until he stopped in front of a closed gate. The gate opened to reveal the back lot of apartment buildings. The car came to a stop in front of a girl with plump lips and a guy with a broken nose. 

“Who the fuck is this bitch?” Fez mumbled, taking off his seatbelt before stepping outside. 

“Yo!” The guy shouted.

“Who the fuck is this, man?” He asked, closing the car door. You kept your eyes on him the whole time. 

Surprisingly, Rue stayed quiet next to you, watching everything unravel outside of the car. The girl outside waved shyly as the guy walked behind the car with Fez. Rue looked behind her and back to the floor as she began to fidget with her fingers. The girl walked towards the car and opened the backseat door, sitting next to Rue. You shifted a bit closer to the door, feeling uncomfortable. Fez came by the driver’s side door, leaning against it as he looked at you and Rue. 

“Ten, twenty minutes tops, all right? Y’all just please stay in the car.” He said as Ash got ready to get out of the car. You nodded in understanding. 

“No fucking funny business. Let’s go.” Fez said and nodded his head towards Ash. He opened the door and got out, following his brother inside the building which left you alone with the girls. 

“Hi, I’m Faye.” The blonde slurred looking at you and Rue. 

“Yo, fam, uh, Rue.” She replied, pushing her fist in front of the girl for a fist bump. 

“How ‘bout you?” Faye asked, leaning forward to look at you. You turned to her and stayed quiet before turning back to the window. 

“That’s Y/n.” Rue answered for you.

 “How’s your New Year’s going?” She continued.

“What?” Faye muttered in confusion. 

“New Year’s.” 

“It’s fucking New Year’s?” 

“I believe so.” Rue answers, looking at you and back at Faye. You stopped listening after that. Letting junkies talk to junkies as your mind drifted to Fez. Time was going extremely slow which made you nervous, knowing perfectly well how these meetings could end up. 

“Um.. I don’t think- I wouldn’t do that here.” Rue said as she tapped your thigh making you look towards the blonde to see her taking out a needle from a small box. 

“Woah, what the fuck?!” You exclaimed, causing her to roll her eyes at you.  

“It’s just heroin.” Faye replied calmly and placed the needle between her teeth. 

“No, I, I see that. But, maybe, like, I don’t know. I just feel like it isn’t… the best place to do that.” Rue tried to get her stop as you looked out the car window to see people peeking out their apartments, looking down at the car. 

“Faye, this isn’t the right place to do that.” You warned once again. 

“Listen, I fucking know what you are. You’re just a fuckin’ junkie-ass bitch, and you’re probably fucking eating that ginger’s ass for fuckin’ oxys or whatever the fuck you’re into.” She told Rue, really slowly. Faye lit up her lighter, passing it under the silver spoon until the substance began to bubble. 

“Yo, what the fuck are you doing? What, what the fuck?” Rue said desperately, looking around everywhere. 

“Faye, stop doing that shit!” You shouted as she lifted her leg over the passenger's seat. 

“Are you just putting that in there? What are you doing? Oh my god… okay.” Rue said as the blonde injected the needle in the top part of her thigh. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You asked completely in disbelief with what you were seeing. Rue kept talking as you covered the side of your face, not wanting to look at Faye’s privates that were slightly exposed. 

Suddenly, a pair of arms went under Faye’s arms, pushing out of the car, through the car window. You looked up in fear, Rue turned to you and was about to speak but a hand came from behind you, covering your mouth. You screamed against the hand as your body was pulled through the window and onto the ground where the person grabbed your waist. There were three men, carrying you and taking you to an apartment where Faye was thrown on the floor as Rue was pushed against a wall. 

You, on the other hand, were pushed towards Fez, who immediately caught you. Ash was standing next to Fez in silence and the guy from earlier was standing across from them, closer to Rue. One of the men hit the guy in the face as Fezco kept his hands on your hips, holding you close to him. You looked over Fez’s shoulder to see a lady sitting in a recliner. She turned her head towards your way and spoke. 

“Brucy.” She called out as the man, who just gave you all a dumb speech, walked towards slowly. You couldn’t understand what she said but the man came back pretty quickly. He turned on the small stereo on top of the microwave and walked to the middle of the room. 

“All right, check this out. All y’all, let’s get naked right fuckin’ now.” Bruce ordered, pointing at all of you. 

“Come on, man. Let’s go! Get naked right fucking now.” He shouted and Ash began to take his jacket off. 

“Except for you man, no one wants to see you naked.Yo, take his ass, put him in the closet.” He said stopping Ashtray from getting undressed before another man grabbed him and pushed him down the hall. 

“Yo, yo,come on now, y’all. Chill.” Fez said, seeing how aggressive they were. 

“Nobody, Nobody got no fuckin’ wire.” 

“Prove that shit. I don’t know who the fuck you are! For real!” Bruce shouted at his face, causing the redhead to put his hand behind him to keep you there. 

“Far as I’m concerned, you’re a fuckin’ cop!”

“Obviously, I’m not wearing a fucking wire. You paranoid-” Faye started but was quickly cut off by the man slamming her head back against the wall. Her boyfriend protested and got his head slammed as well before desperately taking his shirt off. Fezco followed, taking off his sweater and pushed you behind him. Faye took her top off, followed by her skirt. Your hands shook as your fingers went to the zipper of your dress, pushing it to make it pool at your ankles. You stood there behind Fez, only in your lace panties as Rue stayed frozen in place. 

Bruce randomly began to dance to the rhythm of the song as he moved around the room, watching as you all undressed. He saw you hiding behind Fez which annoyed the shit out of him because he stomped towards you and pulled your arm, taking you away from the red head. 

“Yo, chill! Don’t fucking touch her!” Fez shouted, walking towards Bruce but was quickly stopped by another man pointing his gun at him. Your arms immediately covered your chest as he pushed you against the kitchen counter. 

“Or what?!” Bruce shouted, causing you to flinch. 

“Don’t fuckin’ touch my girl!” Fezco yelled again, pointing his finger at the bald man who then looked down at you. 

“You stay here and don’t fucking move.” He said with gritted teeth as he grabbed your jaw tightly. You nodded and he threw your head back before moving back to the rest. 

Bruce continued to dance around the room as you stayed at your spot shaking in fear. You turned your head to Fez to catch him already staring. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Rue taking off her jacket before turning frozen again. Fezco tried mouthing some words to her but she refused to take off her clothes. Bruce came up next to her, muttering something before grabbing her hair and pulling her towards the hallway. 

“Yo, yo, hold on, man.” Fez started but was held back by a gun once again. 

“Rue!” You shouted, moving from your spot but another guy pulled you towards his chest, pressing a gun to your forehead. 

“Bruce told you stay right fucking there, slut!” He shouted in your ear as you flinched. 

“Don’t you fucking call her that!” Fezco shouted, moving slightly towards you as the gun pressed harder against his jaw and the guy let go of you. 

You were all moved into a line, standing next to each other in the kitchen. Fez grazed his pinkie across your thigh, attempting to calm you down. After almost a minute, Bruce came back down the hallway and then followed Rue. She was unharmed but drenched, holding a towel as her body shook in fear. 

The lady from the recliner walked in and Faye’s boyfriend seemed to know her. Her name was Laurie and apparently they were there so she could meet Fez. After the guy’s dumb introduction, she asked for Mouse and that situation was…. complicated. 

“You think I could, like, put my drawers on, and talk to you in the other room for a sec?” Fezco asked calmly, covering his dick with both hands. 

“Okay.” Laurie replied before moving back to the living room, to look at her fish tank. Fez moved toward his clothes and put on his boxers before throwing you your dress. You quickly put it back on and turned your back to Rue so she could zip you up. You stayed next to Rue as you tried to eavesdrop on the Fezco’s conversation.

“Mouse ain’t be comin’ around no more.” Fez started. 

“Why’s that?” Laurie questions with her eyes on the tank. 

“ ‘Cause I didn’t like the way he did business.” He muttered and turned his head to look at you. 

“Says the guy who brings a kid to a drug deal.” 

“That’s not a kid. That’s my business partner.” 

“Says the guy who brings a high school girl to a drug deal.” She said turning to face him. 

“That’s my family.” 

“She an addict?” 

“She might fuck around but.. nah.” He replied, shaking his head

“And who’s the other girl?” 

“My wife.” Fez replied almost immediately. 

“Oh, you're married?” 

“Nah but.. we will be someday.”  

“So you trust her?” Laurie asked, looking at his eyes in search of a lie. 

“With my life.” He said, turning his head back to you. They talked for a bit more as Faye and her boyfriend got dressed while another guy went to get Ash from the closet. Laurie walked out of the living room and unlocked a door as Fez walked over to you. 

“You okay?” He asked and you nodded as he cupped your cheeks.

“You sure? He didn't hurt you or anythin’ right?” 

“No, I’m okay. Just a bit shaken up.” You whispered and Fez leaned down, pecking your lips quickly before pulling you to his chest for a hug. 

“I’m sorry, baby, you shouldn't be in this shit.” He mumbled against your head. 

“No, Fezzy, it’s okay.” You began, parting from his chest. 

“No, it’s not. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt and I’d never forgive myself for that.” Fezco said, looking at you with worry. 

“But I’m okay. I promise I’m okay.” You answered one last time before Laurie called Fez over to a small room next to the kitchen. He pecked your forehead and moved to the small room, Ash following as Laurie opened the suitcase. 

There were drugs of every type in there. Pills, weed, powder, anything you could imagine. Ash handed Fez the cash and after that you left. Rue was in front with Ashtray as you walked next to Fez with his arm around your shoulders. He walked around the car and opened the backseat door for you to get on but stopped you. 

“You sure you okay?” He asked, holding your hands. 

“I’m fine.” You nodded. Fez smiled and pecked your lips before letting you get into the car. He drove out of there and the car ride to the party was quiet. 

The house was crowded as Fez pulled into the driveway. Rue and Ash piled out almost immediately which left you alone with Fez. You grabbed his hand to walk towards the house but he pulled you towards him. He leaned against the car and held your hips as your hands found his chest. 

“You gon be my New Year’s kiss?” Fezco asked with a smirk which made you smile. 

“Yeah, unless you wanna, I don't know, kiss someone else.” You shrugged, pretending like you were going to move away from him which caused to move his hands up to your waist. 

“Nah, ma. You gon be my fo’ever kiss.” 

“Forever?” 

“Yeah.. Ion wanna kiss anyone else.” He smirked and leaned down kissing you softly. Your hands moved to his neck, pushing his head closer to yours. Fezco swept his tongue over your bottom lip and you gave him immediate access. Your lips kept moving in sync as the space got a bit faster. 

“Uuuh, get it Y/n!” A voice shouted, making you part from the kiss to see Maddy smirking as she continued to follow Jules and Kat into the party. You and Fezco chuckled as a slight blush crept on both your cheeks. 

“We should, um…go inside.” You smiled. He nodded and held your hand, before walking towards the house. Little did you know that night was going to end up a bit bloody.

fezco taglist: @hansakind​ @idkimjusthereliving​ @romanogersendgame​ @black-fairy3​ @bracefacelaiiiaa​ 

[dawnwriterimagines]

End of it All: Fezco x f!Reader

Summary: the police come to the house while getting ready for Lexi’s play. fezco is forced to live with what happens next.

Warning(s): Lots and Lots of Angst, Blood, Guns, Police etc.

Author Note: I’m legit warning ya’ll this is sad. but enjoy anyway!

Buy me a Coffee? Ko-Fi - my rent and tuition donation funding, please support me if you’ve enjoyed my work. I’d deeply appreciate it. thank you!

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You cupped the boys cheeks, eyes sparkling, and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Mwah!”

“Will you quit that!” Ashtray swatted you away from him, his cheeks burning red and fists balling up in embarrassment as he jumped off to the side, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “Don’t be doin’ that shit with people around! What’d I tell you?” 

“Ok, ok,” You only continued to smile, “I’ll stop,” you laughing slightly at his reddened face. “It’s just we’re gonna be gone for four whole hours,” you dragged on the word, dramatically, only continuing to laugh as he rolled his eyes at that, giving you a look. 

You hummed, “Alright, ok, I’m sorry, babe,” you reached over to him, he swatted your hand down, slapping it quickly, almost scoldingly. You snorted, “Relax! I’m just wiping your face. Unless you want my lipstick on your face?” 

Ashtray’s eyes went wide and he desperately began to wipe his cheek with his sleeve, “Oh, come on, you really gotta do me like that!” he grumbled as he found you were right, a smudge of red lipstick on his wrist. “Get it off’a me! I got a rep.”

You chuckled, leaning down. “Oh, calm down, no one’s looking. But, if you keep making a fuss like that Fez’ll come up and see you like this. Now, hold still,” you said, and he quieted instantly, glancing over at the doorway and allowing you to rub your thumb over his cheek, removing the stain. 

As you did so with care, a gentle look on your face, he found himself looking at you a little carefully this time, a light dusting of pink tinting his cheeks as you caressed the side of his face in the end, lips curling up, affectionately. Your eyes were warm, they held him close and he was always content in the reflection of them. He was used to your motherly ways, but they always seemed to throw him for a loop, never really knowing what to do with himself. Usually he was welcoming of it, when not in the presence of anyone other than family, sometimes even asking for some extra attention away from Fezco. Pulling her arm over him when they watch movies, once he even peeked into yours and Fezco’s shared room to ask her to sleep with him because of a nightmare. Fez was pissed for three whole days for that one.

“There ya go,” you ran your thumb against his cheek one more time, more of a loving gesture than anything, before straightening and glancing to the door as Fezco entered the room. Ashtray looking away from you and to his brother as you spoke, “Aren’t you lookin’ handsome," you smiled, walking over to him. 

Your boyfriend smirks at your words, leaning down to peck your lips, “Yeah?” he wonders, looking down at himself, outstretching his arms to give you a full view. “Tie or no tie?”

“How about no tux?” you whispered, suggestively. 

You chuckled as Ashtray gagged behind you and Fezco shook his head, a humored look on his face, “Be serious, ma. If we get into it now, we ain’t leavin’ the house,” he said.

Ash sighed. “Ya’ll gotta learn to keep that nasty shit to yo’ selves.”

“You know you ain’t gotta be here for it, bruh,” Fezco countered, Ash making a face at him.

You pulled at the tie of his suit, “No tie, for me, but you can ask Faye too.”

He shook his head, “Already asked, why the tie not workin’ for ya’ll girls, exactly?”

You shrugged. “I just like it better, I guess.”

Fezco accepts the answer, “’Ight then,” he then nods at his little brother. “Ey, bruh, what time is it?”

Ash looks down at his phone, “Uh, well, the play starts in like half an hour, so ya’ll betta get the fuck outta here,” he directs to the door before making his way out of the room. “Ey, ma,” the boy spins around on his toes to face you as you start to put your heels on.

You raise your head to look at him, “Yeah, sweets.”

He doesn’t mind the affectionate nickname, doesn’t even blink at it. “You goin’ to Wade’s right?”

You hum, lightly. “You want the usual, right? Burger, fries?”

Ashtray grins, albeit faintly. “Yeah.”

“Gotchu,” you winked at him, just as he leaves the room.

Fezco comes up to you, watching as his brother leaves. “You really got bruh wrapped around yo’ finger or somethin’,” he takes your hand as you stand from the bed, your heels on and makeup done up, dress fitted right to you. “Actually, you got both of us wrapped around yo’ fine ass, you lookin’ good, ma,” he looks you up and down, and you blush, giggling at his words.

“Don’t start somethin’ you can’t finish, Fez,” you brought your hand up to his jaw, running a finger down the length of it.

“I guess it all comes down to who finishes first, don’ it?” He brings one hand down to your waist, pulling you close, your noses rubbing against each other as you lean in closer. 

You smile against him, lips brushing along his, he leans down hungrily, capturing yours for a moment before you pull away. He pouts, confused as to why and you giggle, taking his chin between your thumb and pointer finger, “As you said, we won’t leave the house if you keep this up. We’re gonna be late,” you gave him one last kiss, that he could hardly reciprocate as he began to curse going to the play mentally. 

“Aw, ma, you gon’ do me like that?” he grumbled, while you patted his cheek. “’ight, fine, but we finishin’ this when we get home,” he slapped your ass as you pass by him to the bathroom, you giggle and turn to wink at him before heading out the room.

Fezco goes into the living room, taking the flowers they planned to bring to Lexi after the play was over, knowing how much the production meant to her. You smiled to yourself thinking of your friend, picking up your phone to text her that you were on your way, when you heard the sound of glass shattering.

Spinning around, stunned at the sound. “Fez?” you leave the bathroom and rush down the hall, seeing Fez and Faye by the kitchen, “What’s going on?” the young woman leaning down to pick at the glass she had dropped, she looks up to the two, putting a finger over her lips, a serious look in her eyes. 

Your brows furrow in worry and you and Fezco share a look, you look over at Custer, who’d made himself at home on the couch while you and Fez had gotten dressed for the play. Ashtray was sitting on the chair just left of the man, a glare pointed directly at him, as opposed to the warm look he had shared with both you and fez just a few moments ago. Oh no...

“Didn’t you hear me man?” Custer spoke, expecting something other than silence from Fezco. “They found Mouse’s body.” 

What the fuck?

You tried to keep your eyes from bulging wide open because although you weren’t there when they got rid of the body, you had walked in on the killing. Seeing Ashtray standing over Mouse’s dead body would always be engrained in your memory but you’d still always stand by him. But still you held your breath, opting to look towards Faye as she stood with heaving breaths, not looking at you as she tried to keep herself as composed as possible. 

Fezco puts his hand to your midback before it goes to your waist, his fingers pressing into your skin, you wonder if its to calm you down or to steady himself, maybe both. 

Faye says something about Laurie, you can hardly hear her, a ringing in your ears, everything suddenly feels slow and hardly real. You squeeze your eyes shut and open them again as your head begins to ache, your eyes open and find Ashtray. He’s still sitting there, staring long and hard at Custer, his left hand fidgets with something, the afternoon light hits it for only a second and your eyes go wide. You’re pulling away from Fezco as soon as you realize, Custer’s eyes flickering to your movement before cursing at Faye as she persists on pinning the murder of Mouse on Laurie.

Fezco reaching for you, his fingers nearly locking around your arm, until you move a little faster, feigning a reach for your watch on the small table, just near the chair Ash sat on and a little behind Custer. If you moved any closer than he’d know something was up. You barely pick it up as you try to lock eyes with Ashtray, the knife he held in his grip peeking out a little more, “Ash,” you breathe out. He doesn’t hear you. your voice is small and you didn’t realize until now that you were shaking, hardly able to keep your voice together. 

Something was waiting for you...

Waiting for you to make a move, to slip up in some way.

Everything felt wrong. And you couldn’t help the horrible feeling that ran through you.

You caught sight of Custer’s phone on the coffee table, you pale as you notice it, knowing that someone must be listening in on the other side. “Ashtray,” you said again, this time louder, he stands, trying not to look at you as he slips the knife down from his sleeve into his hand. “Ash!” you gasp out, you rush to him.

“Wait Ash, No!” Fezco puts a hand out to stop him but it’s too late.

Custer turns to you, confused at the tone of your voice, the warning of it. But, nothing more than a gurgle of blood leaves his throat. He puts his hand to his neck, blood coating his fingers and he attempts to scream, but before he can, Fezco has a hand around his mouth. You pull Ashtray back from Custer, the boy now realizing what he’s done as Fezco nods to the phone, knowing now someone had been listening.

They all remain quiet as possible as Custer struggles to cling to life, you take Ashtray’s face in your hands as he looks to you, a regretful and saddened look on his face as he tries to tell you how sorry he is, that he wished he listened, that he didn’t mean to put them in danger, that he was only trying to protect you. But, he could only let you press your forehead to his as he gasped in a shaky breath, shaking his head, remorseful, wanting nothing more to just collapse in your arms now.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry!

I’m so sorry!

But, you kissed his forehead and rubbed his shoulders despite his mistakes, even as frightened tears filled your eyes when you carefully picked up that cellphone and walked over to the kitchen, pass Faye and let it drop into the cup of soda speaker first. 

You hold the edge of the sink, steadying yourself for what was to come, what would’ve become of all of you, of your boys, of the family you’ve built together, of the family you’d planned for the future. You close your eyes as you lean down, feeling sick and feeling scared, you wanted to scream, but you wanted to cry, but you couldn’t do either. Not yet, there was no time. 

You feel Fezco’s hand on your back, pressing right into the spot that always eased you and going up to rub circles into your shoulder blades, it took a few seconds but you turned and wrapped your arms around him. He welcomes your embrace, pulling you in as you bury your head into his chest, fingers digging into him as you held in sniffles as you cried softly from the tense nature of the situation. 

“I’m sorry I brought you into this,” Fezco whispered into your hair, his voice cracking against you, he held you tenderly to him, cradling your head into his chest. “I’m so sorry. I ain’t mean for any a this to happen,” he pressed a shaky kiss on the top of your head as you held him tightly. “I love you, ma. I love you, baby,” he ran a hand down your hair, running through it as if for the last time, his hand fisting into the loose fabric of your dress.

“Fez?” you wondered what he was thinking, you look up at him, despite how you must look, eyes puffy and cheeks stained with tears, he doesn’t hesitate to cup your face and kiss you, his thumbs running over your tears and wiping them away. He pulls back to look at you once more, your eyes searching his, “Fez,” you breathe, you’re not sure what else to say, but you don’t like that look in his eye. “What’re you-?”

He lets you go, walking out of the kitchen and past Faye who makes her way to the security room, he goes straight up to Ashtray and swings on him, you gasp, running over as the boy falls with the force of it. “Sorry bruh, but I gotta make it look like you ain’t do this,” Fezco apologized as his brother stood, a cut lip that spilled blood.

You then began to understand Fez’s plan, trying to keep yourself from sinking to your knees, this can’t be happening. 

Ashtray walks away as his brother tells him to wash his hands of the blood that stained them, with the knowledge that he’d take the fall for everything he did just so he could run away, and give himself over to the police peacefully.

Fezco wipes Ash’s prints from the knife, he stares at the handle for a moment and wraps his own fingers around it, sealing his fate and his choice. He looks up at you, at your sad face, the one that made him want to falls onto his knees and beg that you’d smile for him again but he knew in the end just seeing you made his sacrifices worth it because he was doing it for you, for Ash, for his family.

The click of a gun magazine made the both of you turn, confused, walking into the hallway to see Ashtray holding a handful of guns, the packs of bullets also in his hands, already emptying into the weapons. 

“Ash, what’re you doing?” you asked him, stunned at this turn of events, horrified even of the thought of what he was thinking. 

Ashtray turns, locking eyes with you from the end of the hallway as you and Fezco rush up to him as he tosses the guns into the bathtub of the bathroom, his eyes were red with tears, bottom lip quivering at the mess he’s made. 

“Ash, stop playin’!” Fez yelled out, “I need you walk out this fuckin’ door right now, bruh! Ash, we not doin’ this shit!”

Ashtray ignores his brother, unable to meet his eyes as he dumps the rest into the bathtub. “How you think this gon’ end bruh? You tryin’ ta die?!” Fezco shouted from behind him.

“Ash, please! Don’t do this,” you plead with him as you both near the door, the boy holding a machine gun close to his chest as he finally turns to look at the both of you, you have never seen him look so scared, so vulnerable and sad. “Ash, baby,” you breathe, these were the days that you wished things were different, that Ash was able to grow up normally, Fez never got into the drug market. Things could’ve been so different.

“Gimme the gun bro,” Fezco extended his hand, but Ashtray said nothing, only shaking his head, unable to speak a word unless he’d break right then and there. “Ash, I’m not finna let nothin’ happen to you, so gimme the gun. I’m not fuckin’ askin’ bro. Come on bro, please,” he begged now, time was running out, shit had already gone down and things were just about to get worse.

Your heart shattered as Ashtray finally began to cry,  soundlessly, tears leaking from his eyes, unable to keep them at bay as they overcame him, running like a downturned river, You didn’t know what to say, what could you say? That it’d be okay? It wouldn’t, and you all were fully aware, but with time it’d get better and you’d both learn to deal with what would come. But, for now, it was all about staying alive and getting out of here as safely as possible. 

“Ashtray,” you hadn’t said his name like that in years honestly, Ash looks at you, his mouth opening before closing as he fights a climbing sob at your voice. “We’re gonna be ok. It’s gonna be ok,” you moved closer to the boy, his grip on the gun tightening but he lets you cup the side of his face in your hand. “We’ll figure it all out, but right now, we need to go, babe. We need to go,” you fight back tears of your own as you hardly manage the sentence, knowing that the moment you get to those doors that it’d all be over, everything would change and consequences will be tried for. But, it’d still be okay in the end, it was something you needed to believe.

Ashtray looks to you and then to his brother, a contemplating look on his face, almost defeated, almost accepting. “Come on bro, you got it,” Fezco has a gentle hand on his brothers shoulder, just as the boy begins to loosen his grip.

That’s when you all hear the sound of a metal snap, the sound of one of the front doors many safety locks, you and Fezco both turn at the cling that rings into the house. But, then Fezco turns back to Ashtray ready to take the gun from him, but Ash hits him with the end of the gun, and pushes you back with it, Fezco cursing out in pain at the bruising hit. You check on him, just before raising your head to see Ash stepping back into the bathroom.

“No! Ash!” You race forwards just as he closes the door, he nearly slams it onto your fingers as you reach for the handle just as he locks it. “Fuck! Ash, please!”

“Ash! No, open the door!” Fezco stands and pounds on the door, the knife in his hand, the handle banging against the wood. “Come on, Ash! Open up! Don’t do this!”

The front door of the house explodes open, you flinch, pausing in your banging to look back, shoulders tensing as you look back, fearfully. “Fez,” you breathe out, looking to him, as you hear the police enter, a smoke bomb filling the hallways. Your boyfriend steps in behind you, his entire body shielding you, blocking your view of the hallway, just in case, your eyes flicker up to his above you and he presses his lips to your forehead, as if for the last time. 

“Ash!” he calls out to his brother once again, banging on the door, “come out! Ash, man, please! Come out!”

You cry. “Ash! Baby, please, come out!”

You see the red dots sliding against the walls and the doorway before you hear their voices.

“Put your hands up!” 

“Step away from the door!”

“Hands up!”

“Wait, please!” you both put your hands up quickly, the feeling of their guns and the click of them just feet away from you sends you into a brief panic, but still Ashtray, behind that door, it scares you the most. “There’s a kid here! He’s just a kid!”

“There’s a kid here! Don’t shoot! Don’t Shoot! Don’t shoot!” Fezco repeats, pleading, as he and you back up from the doorway, he drops the knife as they demand of him. They never drop their guns, the red dots that fly around the walls around you are undoubtedly pointed at your backs, “Don’t shoot, please! There’s a kid here!”

“ASH! ASH! Come out!” Fez bellowed for his brother.

“Move slowly!

“Keep your hands up!”

“Ash, come out! ASH!” you screamed, begging, praying that they wouldn’t shoot and Ashtray, all of them, could somehow come out of this alive. “Please, don’t shoot! He’s just a kid!” You breathe heavily as you stare at the door, waiting for the knob to turn for Ashtray to walk out finally, but he never did.

More of them come up behind the two of you as you back up, closer to them, closer to their grasp, “There’s a kid here please. Please, don’t shoot!”

A bang goes off, sounds like a bullet, a bright light that flickers for only a moment, a flash grenade triggered by one of the police, but Ashtray doesn’t know that, he flinches from within the bathroom and starts shooting, bullets flying through the doorway and into the hallway.

Next to you, Fezco cries out in agony as he’s hit in the stomach, the bullet flying straight through him, he drops as soon as he feels the pain, as if it cripples him, he lets out a heart-wrenching scream, the surprise of the feeling is what mostly causes it. But, then you fall next to him. But, not like he does, you don’t scream, you don’t even move to cover your head as Ashtray sends out flying bullets from his side, the police shooting from the other.

“Ma?” Fezco’s eyes widen at you. Your eyes flicker over to him, your eyes clouding, like they did before the high took you.

“Fez,” you land on your side, you blink, almost lost in space, you breathe deeply for a second before coughing as you roll over onto your back, and that’s when the color starts to spread, growing . The blood running down from your chest to pool around your collarbone, his eyes widening at the sight, crawling over to you as your eyes crossed for a moment, “Fez,” you repeated, quietly, trying to understand what had happened.

“Ma. Ma, oh go-,” he gasped, pulling you to him, groaning painfully from the wound in his gut, but the agony in his heart was worse. “No, no, no. (Y/n),” he strokes your cheek as a single tear rolls down to your hair as you breathe, looking at him absently. “(y/n), baby,” his eyes are wide, breathing harshly as he gasps with a watery cry. “No, no, please,” he whimpers out as he then looks towards the door, where his brother continued to shoot from. “Ash,” he cries, “ASH! Stop, please!” but the shooting went on despite it all.

“I-I...what?” You choke out as Fezco pulls you into his grip, “Fez, a...are you...ok?” he curls over you, shielding you from the falling debris and the bullets that still shoot from either side. “Am I...am I ok?” you didn’t like that look on his face and the fact you couldn’t feel much of anything didn’t make you feel any better. “Fez?”

He looks away from the blood that slips past your collar and down past your neck, overflowing and steadily flowing down to the carpet, staining it as your eyes droop. “it’s fine, ma,” he forces a smile on his face as he moves your hair from your face, “You’re ok, we’re ok, you’re okay, baby,” he strokes your cheek, sniffling as you blinked up at him tiredly, giving him a hum of a smile, a sort of relief in your eyes. “I love you, ok? Ok, baby?” he took your hand, pressing it to his lips as he stared into your eyes, the ones that slowly begin to lose their sparkle. “I love you so fuckin’ much, god, I love you. And I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he cried, wrapping his arms around you, you make a sound that resembles the word love, your fingers twitching up to reciprocate the action but they remain still. “I’m sorry.”

“Fez...” you mutter, barely above a whisper.

He apologizes with a sob that rips through him, the gravity of everything hitting him with a force that suffocates him. “I love you,” he breathes into you, “I love you,” he says again, and he repeats it until he feels you relax in his arms. But, he just keeps going, he keeps saying it, because it’ll be true even after that, after your gone, after all of this, it’ll be true till the end of it all.

“I love you, ma,” he kiss your forehead, taking a shaky breath as the shooting finally stops, and you remain still in his arms. But he can’t stop shaking, he can’t stop the tears that fall from his face, the numb feeling in his chest, in his mind. It’s all so much.

“Ash,” he stares into the door, his voice monotone, “Ash...Ash,” he could do nothing but call out his brothers name as the house went quiet, had he lost him too? How could this be happening? How could so much go wrong in so little time? “Ash!” His eyes looking to the doorway, trying to see any indication that his little brother may be alive, the only thing he had left in this world. Please. Please, God, don’t do this to him.

One of the policemen went up to the door, turning the knob, the lock having broken during the shootout, he opens the door and it comes to reveal Ashtray laying still on the floor, Fezco’s whole world shattering as the officer lets everyone know with a turn of his head. “He’s down.”

It’s so quiet. 

It’s silent in his head. In his heart. 

A dead feeling filling him, one that he can’t explain. 

And one that hurts like nothing at all ever had.

But, then Ashtray sits up. He’s relieved for a moment, until he sees the shotgun he’s begun to raise, and Fezco’s had enough.

“ASH!” he screams, the boy pausing at the sound of his brother, his eyes flickering over to him, the body of you held tightly in his arms.

Ashtray’s heart breaks, eye’s widening just before they water, reddening with their horror and agonizing sadness, gun beginning to drop before it’s falling flat at his feet.

The boy hiccups in his anguish as he looks to you, the way your arm limply settled against the carpet, stained red and the way his brother held to you as if he didn’t even know he was holding you so tightly. 

And he knew he shot you.

He knew.

And his eyes filled with tears, and they fell, and they stained the earth, they stained his soul. 

So, before the policeman can take him by the arm and haul him up, he brokenly whispers something, choking on the air he forcefully tries to inhale as he begins to sob.

“Mom?”

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Fanfic Recs <3

hey mutuals! these are some of the fics ive been loving and felt the need to share w yall. working on updating this list as we speak, i just got too excited to share lol. this is honestly like the only thing im good at ( making lists AHAH). if yall have any fanfics u would like to see on this list, or any fics in general u want to send my way-- please feel free to do so!  ｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ･:*:･ﾟ★

Euphoria 

fezco x reader

power outage || creator: rainywriter

Tw: fluffy

streets. ||creator: pussypockett

tw: slight jealousy. violence. fluff(?

summary: where the reader is at the new years party and nate jacobs starts to like flirt with her and fez gets like really jealous

say goodbye again || creator: dollybarnes

tw: angst, depression, threats of gun violence, heartbreak, canon-typical drug use, very brief suicide ideation, no hea

just angst….

earn it || creator: dollybarnes

tw: 18+ content, implied one night stand, implied unprotected sex, strong language, oral sex (f receiving), public sex (almost), dirty talk

summary: smutty 

oh, daddy || creator: dollybarnes

tw: *18+, detailed sexual content, d/s themes, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, light degradation, daddy kink, squirting, pussy spanking, praise, begging.

summary: more smut

jealous, babe? || creator: nexusnyx

tw: drug use

summary:  fezco's not used to sharing his girl's attention. when faye arrives, he and ash think that you are going to hate the new visitor. the only problem is—you're too kind to hate someone you don't know, and when she's not causing issues, faye can be... fun. that's when you find out fezco's definitely not a fan of sharing you.

papi bones || creator: pussypockett

tw:  masturbation. unprotected sex. dirty talk. very detailed blowjob.

summary: fwb

wicked games || creator: nexusnyx

tw: this is an 18+ work. minors dni. mentions of drug use, drug dealing, implied sexual content. you know—just all things euphoria-related. i do not give permission for my work to be copied or distributed anywhere.

summary:  it’s just another party and just another hazy night until it’s not. until he is walking around, having talks on the couch with people and looking at you from across the room, eyeing you up and down and then smooth talking you ‘till you’re both gone.

where the reader finds out about faye and is livid and he makes it up to her. || creator: lilaalouuxx

tw: szn 2 spoilers, swearing, smut

summary: “you mind tell me why this junkie ass bitch is here! in our house! with her feet on our godamn table”

good morning || creator: fezcossnowflake

tw: nsfw, clothed ridding, fingering, language, mention of bodily fluids.

summary:  this morning, you didn't text fez when you woke up and he's annoyed.

take me home || creator: fezcossnowflake

tw: none

summary:  fez's struggling with the idea of not being good enough for you.

fexco!fwb ||  episode. 2 creator: sublimecatgalaxy

tw: angst, swearing, tears, mentions of drugs, mentions of sex

summary: fwb

multi chapter

trails and tribulations of a dealer || pt.2 creator: vyserion

tw:mentions of dealing drugs, crude language, underage use of marijuana and drinking, kissing, not edited.

summary: fez had a couple favorite clients, but by far you were at the top of his list

just friends  || creator: glittersandsourcherries

tw: nudity, first time

summary:  you ask fez to take your virginity

forever winter || episode. 2 episode. 3 || creator: geekingyoufix

tw:cursing, drug use, mental illness

summary: fezco meets a girl that is desperate to subdue her brain. belle has never met anyone so kind. 

lucky penny || episode. 2 || creator: dollybarnes

tw: canon-typical violence, strong language, drug handling/usage, dark themes, past child-abuse, developing relationship, hurt-comfort, anxiety disorder, sexual scenes, d/s undertones.

summary: the day penelope holden walked into fezco’s life was one he’d never forget. it was a tuesday. she was wearing a cute little dress and she was looking to buy some coke. not the powder, the drink, and she wanted it in a glass bottle, not a plastic one. and she smiled wide and pretty when he ducked into the back of the freezer and procured a six-pack, ‘specially for her.

godspeed || episode. 2 || creator: nexusnyx

tw: : this is an 18+ work. minors dni. mentions of drug use, drug abuse, drug dealing, violence, implied sexual content, weapons. you know. just all things euphoria-related. i do not give permission for my work to be copied or distributed anywhere.

summary:  you come back to live in the same awful town you grew up in, and as a result of your n.a. meetings, ends up friends with a high-schooler named rue. when she takes you to a party, you find there an old classmate who always had something kind to offer, and he looks even better than you remember.

rule of three || creator: dollybarnes

tw: *18+, mom!reader, jacobs!reader, surprise baby, hidden pregnancy, past-relationship, strong language.

summary: ‘hey, uh– it’s mads. maddy. maddy perez.’ the unmistakably feminine caller stumbled over her words with nerves or adrenaline, you couldn’t quite tell which. “nate gave me your number. he’s–” her voice caught. “he’s in the hospital. he got hurt. it looked bad. really bad.” she whispered.

alone with you || episode. 2 || creator: nexusnyx

tw: this is an 18+ work. minors dni. mentions of drug use, drug abuse, drug dealing, violence, implied sexual content, weapons, murder, and death. i do not give permission for my work to be copied or distributed anywhere.

summary:  there’s not a lot of good in his life, but some things are just too good and some things are just not for him. you’re both of those mentioned, and fezco knows he needs to let you go ‘cause if it’s up to you, you’d stick by him.

vunerable || episode. 2 || creator: iheartlexihoward

tw: drug addiction, rue being a mess, regular euphoria type shite

summary: fez turns up at your window not wanting to talk about some “fucked up shit” that just happened, and you’re the only person he could even think of being with right now.

he just needs time || episode. 2 || creator: multifandomwhore-003

tw: mentions of drug use, season 2 spoilers.

summary: since the new arrival of an unwanted visit, things have been getting a little hostile at your boyfriend’s house.

elliot x reader 

unconditionally   creator: cryonme

tw: mentions of vomitting, drugs + alcohol, swearing, parental neglect, angst if you kinda squint.

summary:  “can i get a fic w elliot where he promises the reader that he would stop drinking smoking and doing drugs but goes to her house wasted one night and the reader is very gentle w him so he thinks she’s messing w him and they get into a fight pls (ends in elliot apologizing to her and saying something like “i’ve just never been w someone like you) thanks!!”

drunk words are sober thoughts creator: yourstrulyalthea

tw: alcohol 

summary: a night they knew they would regret turns out to be a night they needed.

fall in love with you || creator: sublimecatgalaxy

tw: swearing, drugs, and mentions of sexual activity.

summary:  this is super wholesome. this one is based off a request, "elliot is into the reader and they’re best friends and reader falls asleep in his bed and he takes a picture falls off her because he thinks she looked adorable and kisses her forehead and rue catches the whole thing and teased him about it?"

[salmonpiffy]

Warriors in love

[atsukashii]

ily and ur writing so much 🥺🥺 I'm caught up on practically everything u've posted, so while I wait (im)patiently for new works NO RUSH THO, can u rec any writers u may follow that post stuff u just lOVE to read???

I usually use fics as a distraction from anxiety/panic attacks and my heart doing the palpitating thing which actually makes me wonder if my heart med is working??? bc its happening rn yay 🙃 so I usually go for fluff or h/c stuff

holy shit everything?!?!? 😮😮 aaahhhhh thank you so much 💕 i’m so glad that my writing can give you some sort of escape. send you all the hugs in the world anon!!!

also can I rave about my fave writers on a public platform? ummm fuck yes I can.

These are in no particular order and I think I’ve missed some people but if you check my recommended tag there are even more there too!! Oh I’m also recommending fics here!

haikyuu!

@elysianslove (sfw + nsfw) - sal writes some of the best hc’s and drabbles ever, and the way that she writes for kuroo has my heart going boom boom every time.

faves : unintentional flustering things & the little things

@kotarotea (sfw) - guys don't get me started on alyssa's writing okay, because her blog has made me laugh and cry more times then i can count (I'm looking dead at you in another life) her writing is top notch and is definitely one of my absolute favourite people on this site. Oh also her fake texts are pretty neat!

faves : the waiting game (read it ages ago and is one of my fave iwa fics to this day) & random text with bf iwa this one gives me all the feeeelllsss

@hvnlydmn (sfw)- ains writing can heal all of the worlds problems i stg. her atsumu is simply divine and i frequently read her writing. but seriously she will make anyone into an atsumu simp and you'll thank her for it.

faves : haikyuu boys comforting you & haikyuu boys reactions when they accidentally wake you up from a nap its just too fucking cute i can't not share it

@adoringhaikyuu (sfw + nsfw) - if you don't know who they are then y'all aren't living. their drabbles are honestly some of the most amazing haikyuu pieces i've ever read. And they write for a whole lot of people - also the angst will kill your soul

faves : when they realise they want to marry you & rejects you and regrets it - this made my heart actually hurt when reading it

@taurue (sfw) - jin has written my favourite iwaizumi fic that i have ever read (bad news) and is one of the main reasons i love that man with my heart and soul. she also writes for mha as well as haikyuu so literally you're getting double with this one. shes a treasure and her writing is *chefs kiss* perfection

faves : bad news (iwaizumi x reader) seriously read it, you'll thank me later & down bad (atsumu fluff that is so fucking precious i love it with all my soul)

my hero academia

@dimplesum (sfw) - faye writes for both mha & hq, but it doesn't matter what you read, her work is god tier. her blog is so aesthetically pleasing and her writing even more so, she's one of my top recs for suuurrreeeee

faves : i'm not your fangirl (bakugou x reader) & baked love (bakugou x reader)

@myherowritings (sfw+ nsfw) - sof is the king of bnha x reader as far as i'm concerned and her smau's are on another level. even if you aren't a massive fan of the character of one of her smau's i promise you will be by the end, no joke this is what happened to me in her shinsou smau turn on your airdrop.

faves : number neighbour (bakugou smau) & turn on your airdrop (shinsou smau)

@katsuverse (sfw + nsfw) - i cannot say enough about this talented girl. I have been watching mich's blog grow since day one and the way that her writing and style has evolved is really fucking beautiful. her writing is the bomb dot com and her katsuki is ✨ f l a w l e s s ✨

faves : bakugou's reaction to his crush's haircut, made with love (bakugou x reader) & hypothesis honey (bakugou nsfw smau)

Also i cannot stress this enough, if one of these blogs requests that under 18's do not interact or if they state that under 18's should not view some of their content please for the love of god respect their wishes.

thank you.

[bottlecaprabbitgames]

Ok, So as a straight cis woman and most importantly a Big fan of both your games. What you said about your games aimed at the LGBTQ community made me feel like a cast out and that I'm not taken into consideration. I would also like to mention that I understand the "cal scene" I mean even we get rejected YK. I would understand your point if you are only including ONLY LGBTQ content, characters and MC in your stories but the fact that in both games we can play as straight wouldn't that mean that it includes\aimed at us too. you have fans from every gender and sexuality, you don't have to "undervalue" a section I think as an author you should be more objective. You don't have to reply I just wanted to make a point and I still think that your games and storylines are cool and will continue playing as long as I don't feel discriminated or outcasted in the game.💞💖

Okay, I honestly couldn't tell if this was being serious or not and I don't say that to be mean or rude or anything like that, I'm just... I'm not really sure how to process everything going on in this... ask.

When I say "aimed at", I'm meaning "written with them in mind". I mean, c'mon, I'm a genderqueer person who has a general preference for women and other enbys with some vague interest in men, alongside being on the aroace spectrum. It's... it's really hard to not have the lgbt+ community in mind when I'm writing, madam.

Also the Cal scene thing I said was a joke, a lot of y'all in our inbox are also acting odd about it, I'm not sure why 💀

That's not at all true; there's plenty of CoGs/HGs that include LGBT+ options, but those games are not aimed at the community in any way; a game being aimed at a community will give more choices for that specific community especially if that community is as diverse as the LGBT+ one is.

Yes, I understand I have fans from many different backgrounds and I don't undervalue any fans at all, what I am saying is that while I do write to include cis straight persons, my games will generally be in mind for lgbt+ persons, from pronoun picking to gender to being ace, and having those things incorporated somehow in the game. I've been on my soapbox about some stuff on here before, like the gross misrepresentation of ace people in most games, and god dont get me started on the horrible shit I've seen said on the forums about people using they/them and the blatant phobias of most lgbt+ identities on there. Why shouldn't my community have a safe haven of writers who actually genuinely care about them and their representation when one of our biggest writers from the forums turned out to be so shitty a person? It's not fair, in any form or way, given that is not a worry for specifically the cis straight community (not talkin about my trans straight folks nor my cis gays).

Also, I don't write discrimination on sexuality nor gender, but please, as a cis straight woman, do not bring up discrimination to me. Cis straight people do not get gender nor sexuality discrimination; I have never, ever heard of someone being shunned by their family or being fired from their job, nor being made to feel like their lives matter less than those around them for being cis and straight. Most of my own family thinks my mom "didn't do her job" and they only know I prefer women, and Faye's family blame me for them being who they are and made sure I knew it, as well as telling Faye it's a phase or I'm "influencing" them. So, please. Really, really think before using the word "discrimination" when dealing with gender and sexuality.

Again, not trying to be rude or mean, but... what?

[nordleuchten]

A truly challenging letter ...

I recently found this letter in the William & Mary Digital Archive and was immediately intrigued - not because of the content of the letter but because the letter was barely readable. The archive guide offered a transcription of the first eleven words and then only stated that the letter was in great parts illegible. My interest was piqued and so I tried my best to transcribe the letter in full … something that was not in the realm of my abilities. So I did what I always do when I encounter something that I can not read, I asked the lovely @acrossthewavesoftime to lend a helping hand (Thanks again!) and between the two of us we manged to, well, not transcribe everything, but a fair section. Enough at least to understand the gist of the letter.

Baltimore November the 26th 1824

my dear Commodore

my father gives me the agreeable task of answering

your letter dated november the 9th 1824 […] he thanks

you for having called on [bergent people ?] be glad [?] who en-

closed [?] a letter, stating that the Committee

for the Washington monument was not yet quite

ready for the laying of the cornerstone.

my father has not yet answered to Mr Suged

and indeed will not answer to him, till [cross out] after

the meeting of Congress, that will benefit me when he will

be able to Know more about these proceedings

if you see Mr Sergent, will you be so good as to let

him Know my father’s motives to [crossed out] not answering to him

immediately.

[…] that […] we asked together Sir, will ever be

reminded by us with the greatest gratification, and regret of its having been so short.

permit me, Sir, to hope that this expression

of Levasseur’s, and my best regards will be

acceptable to you

G. W. Lafayette

Commodore Barron

The question marks mark sections in the letter where there definitely are more words, but they are to faint as that we could read them. The dots mark passages where we suspect that there might be more words … but we are simply not quite sure because the writing is so faded. If any of you can read more than the two of us, please, be our guest and add anything that you might be able to decipher!

As to the actual content of the letter (or at least everything that we could transcribe); the Commodore was a certain James Barron. He was an American Navy Officer and served in the Quasi War, (1798-1800) and in the First Barbary War (1801-1805). Before retiring in 1839 he had command of the USS Essex and the USS President (among other ships). He was court-martialled in 1808 for not preparing his ship in time for possible action, a mistake that led to Barron having to surrender his ship to the British. He also fought a duel against Commodore Stephen Decatur on March 22, 1820.

I have searched for the referenced letter from Barron to La Fayette from November 9, 1824 but I could not find it anywhere and I believe that it might be lost forever. Something similar goes for the two gentlemen, Mr Suged and Mr Sergent - I have no idea who this fellows were. They are not mentioned in any of the papers/documents/letters from La Fayette that I have at my disposal. The only other name mentioned in the letter, Levasseur, is easier to explain. Auguste Levasseur was La Fayette’s private secretary at the time and accompanied him during his travels in America. He later published details of the tour in his book “Lafayette in America, In 1824 and 1825, or, Journal of Travels in the United States” (this is the English title of course, Levasseur originally wrote and published in France).

While La Fayette laid a number of cornerstones during his visit to the United States, he did not lay the cornerstone for the Washington Monument (or the cornerstone for the Washington Monument in Philadelphia that was debated at the time). The reason - when the cornerstone was eventually laid on July 4, 1848, La Fayette was dead for well over a decade.

I found it quite intriguing to see Georges Washington de La Fayette writing, that he answered this letter in his fathers stead. La Fayette was absolutely bombarded with letters, invitations, gifts and what not all in 1824/25 and I am not at all surprised that, even with Levasseur’s help, he was just not able got the better of all the post and so his son had to step in on occasions. Honestly, I am surprised that we have not seen more letters like this one (the content, not the quality of the ink ;-))

[venushasvixens]

Everybody Loves the Sunshine - Jet Black x Reader (Oneshot)

[A/N] This is a Jet Black x Reader request from @legendsforever386 , I’m so sorry it took so long! The next chapter of Life is but a Dream is editing, but in the mean time, I hope you can enjoy this oneshot to hold y’all over. If you have any requests or submissions, inbox me!

[Synopsis: You and Jet go into town to run some errands, but are you able to finish them in time?]

“I’m so tired and hungry...”

“We barely have left the ship, and you’re already tired?”

“It is 9 in the morning, so yes.”

“Oh boy.”

Chuckling softly, you interlocked your arm around Jet’s. The smell of the morning air filled your nostrils, welcoming a brand new day with the love of your life by your side. The agenda today for Jet was groceries and cleaning, which should take all day. Knowing it was going to be a boring affair for one person, you invited yourself in for company.

“You have the list?” You asked, adjusting your purse strap.

“Of course, I have it right-“ Jet reached into his pocket, fumbling around. Annoyance covered his face, sighing. “It’s back on the ship, on the table.”

“That’s okay, sweets, we can just wing it.” You replied, giving his arm a soft pat.

Jet huffed. “Alright, but i can’t remember what we even need.”

“We’ll just walk in the store and it’ll probably come back to you. That’s what I do, anyways.” You stated.

“But a formed plan guarantees a quick trip with no obstacles.” Jet said.

“Oh please, don’t pull that on me. It’s the grocery store, not a sting operation.” You scoffed.

Bright orange and yellow rays bounced off the windows of the shops waking up to welcome morning customers. Like a wave, people bustled into the streets, jogging to work or leisurely strolling on the sidewalk. A whiff of coffee and pastries caught Jet’s attention, luring him to the source. He glanced at you, an exhausted and dull mask hung on your face.

“You know, we shouldn’t go to the grocery store on an empty stomach. We’ll buy with our eyes if we do. How bout some coffee before we go?” Jet asked.

Your face lit up. “Yes, please. I will Iove you even more if we do.”

“You already love me too much.” Jet smiled.

You sat down as the barista came and brought your goodies. Sharing a cinnamon roll and a breakfast sandwich, you and Jet were trying to piece together what was on the forgotten list. But your breakfast treats were too good, you had a really hard time focusing on the words coming out of Jet’s mouth.

“(Y/n)...(y/n), are you listening to me?” Jet asked impatiently.

“Hmm? Oh wah!” You replied, your mouth full.

“Okay, then what did I just say?” Jet asked, crossing his arms.

You swallowed quickly, covering your mouth. “You said that, uh, that we needed eggs, and milk, something about soap, and umm..”

Your cheeks were red with embarrassment, but the confidence to continue your filibuster was outstanding. All annoyance drained out of Jet. Your desperate attempt to cover your ass was too amusing. There was no way he could be upset at you when you looked this adorable.

Chuckling, he patted your hand. “Alright, you can stop.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh thank god, that was more than I could handle.”

The atmosphere was full of love and laughter. You both had completely put the list debacle on the side, instead reminiscing of past memories and enjoying each other’s company. An outing with Jet was not uncommon for you, but a small date was a treat. You and Jet were always in work mode, stopping fights between Spike and Faye, cleaning and cooking, and like today, running errands.

He didn’t want to think of errands, of groceries or chores. He wanted to spend a lovely day out with you, with no worries or responsibilities.

Jet loved you with every ounce of his being. In tough times, where everything felt too difficult to handle, you were there for him. You were his rock, his voice of reason. No matter what he did, whether it be a mistake or a victory, you cheered him on. His heart swelled at the thought of you, and how far you both had come. Even after all this time, he still got butterflies in his stomach. This was true love.

Snapping out of your trance, you glanced at a clock and noticed it was way later than you had intended to stay. Sucking your breath in, you tapped Jet’s hand.

“My love, if we want to be home for a late lunch, then we should get going now.” You stated, snapping your purse shut.

Looking at the clock, Jet leaned his head in his hand. “They have two legs, they can get lunch for themselves.”

“A few hours ago, you were so hung up on trying to make it back on time. What happened?” You asked.

“You happened.” Jet smiled softly.

Looking into Jet’s eyes, you could practically see so much you meant to him. You smiled back, your heart overwhelmed with warmth and affection. You giggled like an idiot, garnering a laugh from Jet.

“Now I’m serious, we should get going.”

The further you and Jet walked into town, the more distracted you both became. Quaint, small shops lured you in, inviting you to spend your hard earned bounty on useless but beautiful things.

“Oh but Jet, look!”

“Nope.” He would say as he grabbed your shoulders and stirred you away from what you were pointing to. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was just as tempted as you were to splurge.

The grocery market was not too far, only a small distance away. The path to it was through a small pathway through a park. Taking a hold of your hand, you babbled on about how lush and green the surrounding foliage was.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” You gushed, your fingertips grazing some marigold petals.

Not going to lie, it was astoundingly to see so many colorful and vibrant plants. The store was right there, Jet thought. It will only be a few minutes…

“Why don’t we take the scenic route to our destination?” Jet suggested, your hand giving his a small squeeze.

The pathway was shielded from the sun by intricately woven branches and leaves from trees that stood firmly on opposing sides of the concrete sidewalk. The nearby playground was full of children helping and squealing with joy and excitement, their parents keeping a close eye on them while they talked among each other.

“Hey,” Jet nudged you, gesturing to the playground. “One doesn’t sound too bad, huh?”

You scoffed in amusement. “Are you kidding? We got four at home.”

The talking continued, the grocery list making its way back into the conversation.

“Ramen was definitely on there.”

“Without a doubt. You know how Spike scarfs down like it’s nothing.”

“Dog food, bacon, I think some fruit would do us good.”

The sun was lolling towards the west, the midst of afternoon reaching its peak.

The park had a small pond, with benches placed overlooking the shimmering water. Sitting down, a comfortable silence sat between you both. Placing your head on Jet’s shoulder gently, you felt a bit sleepy, but content. In turn, Jet rested his head on top of yours, his thumb rubbing small circles on your hand.

“I miss this.”

“Me too.”

Jet sighed. “I’m sleepy.”

“I was waiting on one of us to admit it.” You retorted, stretching.

“Do you want to go back?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, let’s go home.”

-

Mumbling, Spike stumbled out of the Bebop, streetlights illuminated the port. He quickly walked towards the exit on the way into town.

“Damn it Spike, slow down!” Faye called out, groaning in frustration. Running to catch up with him, she met him with his annoyed stride. Faye tried to steady her loud breathing to not embarrass herself.

“They had all the time in the world to go out and have fun, but had barely any time to run the errands they were supposed to do?” Spike muttered, his fists balled in his pockets.

“Stop whining so we can just get this done.” Faye sighed.

“Fine. Do you have the list?”

“What list?”