#where he can't sneak away from the party because the last time he did that be betrayed them big time

[heybiji]

dandelion casually dropping traumatic information while insisting that instead of killing the problem wizard they simply burn his tongue

[minisugakoobies]

It's You - Choi San | Menace

Pairing: San x Reader Genre: smut, crack, fluff, angst, roommates to lovers, BFF’s Lil Bro!AU Series Rating: M (18+) Drabble Warnings: sneaking around, slight exhibitionism, grinding, references to oral sex (f receiving), fingerfucking, San can't get enough of his Noona Word Count: 1.7k Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own ATZ - they just inspire me

Summary: He was only supposed to be a temporary roommate. Your best friend’s little brother, crashing on your couch for a few weeks. That’s it. How did this happen?

A/N: Just a little early Valentine's Day gift from me to you 💝 Please note: there's a time jump here - it's not picking up where the last vignette ended, but later.

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San’s been getting bolder lately.

This thing between you, unnamed because you’d decided it didn’t need naming, nor did anyone else need to know - so far, it’s been easy to keep it a secret. San’s always been very affectionate, so no one blinks an eye at the arm draped over your shoulders when you’re hanging out on the couch, or the way he tugs you onto his lap at parties. 

No one sees the way he kisses you when everyone leaves the room. Or how you roll your hips into his, making him groan into your ear while the party roars around you. Little touches, light teasing, all make the secret even better. 

You’re all over each other any time you have the apartment to yourselves. Which isn’t often enough for your liking. Especially when Haneul’s back on the night shift. Then it’s the three of you together all day and you by yourself at night while San and his sister are both at work. 

So the stolen moments are fewer and further between these weeks. The longing drives you up a wall. At least you’re not alone in your suffering, since clearly San is feeling the same way. You know this from the looks he gives you. The texts he sends. He’s insatiable. 

And it’s making him a little reckless.

Like the other day, for example. You were standing at the stove, lost in thought about your latest writing assignment as you stirred a pot of kimchi jigae. It was your turn to make dinner and you have very limited cooking skills, but stew? Stew is easy. 

San was also in the kitchen, rummaging through the snacks crammed into the cabinets overhead. 

“If you can wait a few minutes, dinner’s almost ready,” you informed him. 

“But I’m hungry now,” he replied, and you just sighed, returning to your jigae. If you hadn’t been so preoccupied with your assignment or with the food on the stove, you would’ve clocked the gleam in his eye. 

San came up behind you, crowding his body against yours. You let out a tiny squeak as he reached for a bag of chips on an upper shelf.

“Excuse me, Noona,” he whispered against the back of your neck. “Just need to grab something.”

“San!” you hissed, careful not to be too loud. Your apartment is tiny, too tiny to have any walls  separating the kitchen from the living room. Haneul was watching tv just a few feet away, back to you as she sat on the couch. “Your sister is right there.”

“I know that. But I told you. I’m hungry.” He pressed forward, and you suppressed a moan, feeling him rubbing against your ass. You could picture how his cock looked at that moment, flushed and hard, straining to reach you through the layers of clothing between you. It’d be so easy to let him tug your joggers down a little, you thought, and your back arched slightly at the idea, before you got a hold of yourself, straightening up with a huff.

You shot him a quick dirty look over your shoulder. “Could you be more obvious?”

San laughed. “Oh, I could.” His free hand wrapped around your waist, holding you close while his lips brushed your ear. “Like if I popped you up on this counter right now and ate you out until you cried. Think she’d notice then?”

The image was so strong, you perched on the edge, toes digging into San’s back as he buried his face in your cunt, that your vision went as white as your knuckles did gripping the spatula, and you let out a tiny whimper.

San correctly interpreted this sound as confirmation that you’d gotten his point. “Maybe I’ll do that anyway, after she leaves for work.” 

“You’re a fucking menace,” you replied, voice trembling. 

He dropped a kiss to your shoulder before backing away. “Yeah, but you love it.”

Later, when he made good on his promise, hands firmly keeping your ass in place on the counter as his tongue made your hips buck, you realized you do. You love every minute of it. 

So tonight, when you notice him giving you the eye from the other end of the couch, even though his sister’s sitting in the armchair, mere inches from you, you don’t look away. You’re sitting with space between you and San, a rarity, but it’s intentional. You’re so keyed up right now, a single touch from San might make you come undone. So you’re holding it together until Haneul leaves.

But that doesn’t stop you from letting him know you’re wanting him too. You bite your lip as you gaze back, to be met by a rising smirk, which does nothing to cool you down.

Haneul’s shift is starting soon, a fact that all three of you are hyper aware of, though for entirely different reasons. She should be showering right now, but she’s dragging her feet to catch the end of some movie she and San have been watching. You’ve become intimately familiar with Haneul’s pre-work routine, finding yourself literally counting down the minutes lately before she leaves you and San alone on a rare night when he’s not working.

After what feels like ages, the movie blessedly ends, but Haneul doesn’t rise, stretching in her seat. 

You break. “Don’t you need to get going?” 

“Eh, I’ll just bring Yeosang some coffee and he’ll forgive me for being late,” she says. “He always says I’m his favorite coworker anyway.” 

“I thought he had better taste than that,” San pipes up, earning himself a middle finger from his sister. 

“Whatever. You love me too.” She glances at you. “You know, he’s not seeing that waitress anymore. I could tell him to text you, if you’re still interested?” 

If you looked over right now, you’re pretty sure you’d find San studying your reaction, which is why you try to keep your face as blank as possible. “Oh, I don’t - I don’t know… um, I’ll think about it.” 

She shrugs. “Suit yourself. But I wouldn’t give it too much thought. A sweet guy like him won’t be single for long.” She finally shuffles towards the bathroom, and you breathe a sigh of relief, turning to San, only to be met with a cheeky smile.

“Yeosang, hmm?” He wiggles his eyebrows. 

“Shut up.” You can feel flames of embarrassment licking at your cheeks. “Your sister asked what I thought about him once and I said he was cute, okay? That’s all.” You’re not sure why you feel so defensive, but San obviously notices. 

“I didn’t say anything,” he states, raising his hands. Yet that bright grin of his remains.

“Well good. Keep it that way,” you say, shaking your head when he laughs. “You really are an absolute menace, you know th- “

San suddenly raises his finger to his lips. Confused, you stop talking. He points to the hallway, where you can hear the squeak of the shower being turned on. Then he mimics zipping his lips, and inclines his head, silently asking if you understand. 

You nod, heart skipping in your chest. 

San grabs the blanket off the back of the couch and drapes it over your lap and his. Then his arm disappears beneath the soft fabric, and you feel his hand warm on your stomach before it’s diving under the waistband of your joggers.

“S-san,” you stutter. “Wait.” You can’t. You shouldn’t. Right? 

He doesn’t pull his hand away, but doesn’t move it any further. “Do you want me to stop?”

There’s something so dangerous in his eyes right now, in the way he looks at you. You’re afraid you might become addicted to him. 

Who are you kidding? You already know you are. 

“We have to be quick.” 

San grins at your response. He tilts his head, leaning towards you, and you accept his kiss with hungry lips. His fingers slip between your legs, tracing over your clothed slit, picking up more arousal with each pass. 

“Gonna make you forget all about anyone else,” he murmurs, tongue gliding against yours. As if you’re thinking about anyone else right now. As if there’s anyone who could make you feel like San does. Thankfully, his mouth muffles your whimper when he pushes your panties aside and slides his middle finger in, sinking right up to his knuckles in one smooth glide. 

“Nghh,” you groan, and San pushes his tongue into your mouth, trying to muffle your noises with the wet muscle like a gag. But despite the enthusiasm with which he’s trying, it’s not enough. It’s his fault, really, given that he’s the one with two fingers curling inside you now, stroking you just right. 

You start to pant, lungs shaky as need consumes you, and San pulls back, examining your face for a moment, before he shakes his head and clamps his hand over your mouth. “Always so loud, Noona. Do you want to get us caught?” 

You moan involuntarily, surprising yourself, and he drops his head onto your shoulder, fucking you faster with one hand while smothering your whining with the other. His hot, heavy exhalations on your neck are the only sign that he’s worked up too.

When your orgasm hits, you twitch and spasm, stomach and thighs quaking. He holds his hand firm over your mouth, letting you grind against his other hand while you ride it out, until you’re completely spent, making no more sound.

Your heart rattles in your chest when you lift your head. San catches your eye, a tiny smirk on his lips, and you impulsively press a kiss to it, transforming it into a full blown smile. You didn’t realize you were an alchemist. 

When Haneul emerges from the bathroom, she finds you curled in the corner of the couch under the blanket. San’s in the kitchen, rooting through the fridge. You hope you look calm and relaxed, that your best friend can’t hear the way your heart is still racing. 

“All right, kids. Try not to have too much fun while I’m gone.” 

Haneul’s footsteps have barely faded outside the door before you’re on your feet, tugging San towards your bedroom. After all that waiting, you’re not wasting a second more.

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[zhongrin]

behind the screen

◇ characters ◇ zhongli

◇ tags ◇ yandere, sagau

◇ a/n ◇ ok ok ok story time liSTEN-

i was showing a friend genshin for the first time few weekends ago, and ofc i had zhongli out (she wasn't interested in him tho, sad) to walk around and basically show her around the world. and then we stopped a bit while i explained the whole thing about the usual party composition & the concept of gacha, and ofc zhongli starts talking about osmanthus wine-

so i rolled my eyes (cause i was in the middle of an explanation) and said "zhongli shush" and you know what happened? he. fucking. stopped. talking. the idle animation canceled. i almost pissed myself until i remembered the controller was in my friend's hand and she had moved the joystick. THAT ALMOST SCARED ME TO DEATH SLFJSLJFLS LMAO

so yeah have a drabble 'inspired' by that. toodles~

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

he knows you love his voice.

it's something you always tell him, both directly and indirectly. you would drop in his voiceover menu every now and then, purposefully put him on idle so you can listen to his musings, and whenever he appears on scenes you would visibly deflate if the dialogues involving him are muted from your side. at such times, he takes one step closer to the idea of breaking this world's laws entirely, because if you wish to hear him then you should be able to - you should always get whatever you want, the deity that you are in his eyes.

like now, when you're gushing about him to what seems to be your friend. he's never heard of her before, but you seem close, and he feels the familiar twitch of his fingers, itching to reach out to you, to pull you close and smother you with his presence instead.

from the way you had to explain the basics of his world, he assumes your friend is a complete beginner entirely. but surprisingly she doesn't seem to be too impressed with him, despite the excitement that's filling your voice, and he can sense how agitated it made you. true enough, when he stealthily sneaks a glance, you're pouting a little before you launch into an explanation of how necessary of an addition he is to the team, and the workings behind the gacha system.

adorable.

... but your attention is slipping away from him. now that- he can't have that. he sighs and triggers the idle function with your favorite audio file that he frequently abuses, feeling his body and lips move as per the scripted codes.

"osmanthus wine-"

"zhongli, shush!"

...... what?

it was a reflex. a force of habit, you could say. no one likes to be talked over by someone else when they're talking, right?

"sorry, he's a little-"

you stop talking because suddenly, it's silent. the hair on the back of your neck rises.

"did you move the joystick?" you ask your friend, eyeing the now-still 3d model of your favorite character on the big tv screen.

"huh? no?" she answered, waving the gadget by its handle with one hand, "uh- didn't you say it has drifting problems? maybe it's that?"

".... yeah........ yeah, that's got to be it. anyway, as i was saying-"

zhongli is needlessly quiet for the rest of your little showcase. you continue to talk with your friend happily, the little event pushed to the back of your mind as you enjoy spending time with one of your favorite people, throwing jokes, laughs, and eventually turning off genshin to move on to celebrity crushes and a cute looking singer that's going to have his little concert in the city soon.

zhongli lets you.

for it would be the last time you could enjoy the such activity before he forcefully pulls you into their side.

to his side, where you rightfully belong to.

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[obxsummer]

HEARTFIRST // JJ Maybank

pairing: JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader

warnings: mentions of abuse, sibling drama, nothing too drastic

request: heyy i have a fic idea! so i thought you could do a secret relationship jj x reader (john bs sis) and jj shows up at her window beaten up and she cleans him up and they go to bed; then he has a nightmare and wakes up screaming and JB sees how good they are for each other? idk if that makes sense hahaha!

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John B was pissed. Fuming. Ready to strangle his best friend of too many years for something so stupid. There had always been one rule since JJ Maybank and John Booker Routledge became best friends: you were off limits. Y/N Routledge was not to be flirted with, dated, looked at, or spoken to unless John B approved it. 

At first, it didn’t matter. Growing up as kids, John B had his friends and you had yours but once your dad dove headfirst into a treasure hunt, everything went to shit. Kiara’s Kook year had really screwed up your relationship, leaving JJ and Pope to fill in the gaps which pulled you closer and closer with your brother and his friends. You were teenagers then and everything felt so important and critical, even if it wasn’t. 

So when John B realized his best friend and his sister were together, there was nothing that could stop him from losing his shit on the two of you.

Met him at a party, accidentally brushed his body On the way to get a drink at the bar I couldn't wait 'til later, talking in the elevator Then we're kissing in the back of the car

The kegger idea had really sounded good at first; it was something to get your minds off your missing father, not to mention the sudden dead bodies popping up from the hurricane. None of it seemed too out of place for you, minus the newfound treasure hunting, but you were always up for a good party. 

“Where the hell did you find a keg on such short notice?” You asked JJ as the two of you hauled the large object down towards the Boneyard. You never really thought about how quickly JJ managed to find alcohol when it was for a party. It was common knowledge that he just knew where to go and how to do it. 

“Don’t you worry about that, Birdie. You know I’ve got my ways.”

The party was in full swing a few hours later. You’d spent most of your time with John B and Sarah before dipping to find the boy that seemed to be taking up most of your mind. JJ had been occupied with beer pong for a good portion of the last hour and you were determined to break him away.

That voice in my head says to slow down But it can't see the way you're looking at me right now It may not be next week, what I need Then again, maybe it might be

The drink in your hand sloshed over the rim of the cup as someone ran into your side in their drunken stumbling. JJ’s attention moved to you instantly. He’d always been so in tune with you and your presence but it only got stronger ever since your dad left. 

The previously occupied beat-up table full of red solo cups was left behind in trade for your company, JJ instantly taking your hand in his as he twirled you. He would give up so much to watch you smile like that every day. You deserved every bit of happiness that came to you because it certainly didn’t come often. 

Your laughter was infectious and JJ was drunk on it. He didn’t know who made the move or who threw the back door of the Twinkie open but shit, your skin was so soft and JJ just couldn’t stop kissing you. 

The line between friends and more slowly disappeared between you and JJ. At some point, your bed became his, and his clothes blended with yours. The thrill of hiding from the Pogues was exciting, sneaking moments when the two of you could to enjoy the one thing you had to yourselves.

JJ was everything to you and yet, it terrified you. You’ve never had a person to connect with in the way you did with him. The thought of your friends, of your brother, being pissed about what was going on was suffocating. What if this fucked up the group? What if JJ left you for someone else when he got bored? JJ was always quick to shut that idea down. 

“We’ve grown up together, Birdie. Kinda stupid of them to think something wasn’t gonna happen within the group at some point, right?” Which was always followed by: “You’re it for me. Now get outta that pretty little head and let me love on you.”

He had a point, but then again when JJ was pressing kisses down your neck, you never could think clearly.

Could be forever or we might break That's just the kind of risk that we take My head is yelling that I could get hurt But I'm gonna jump right in Baby, with my heart first

“You wanna tell them?” JJ’s voice was muffled as he spoke into the skin of your shoulder. The two of you were sitting on the porch of the Chateau, watching bemused as Kiara and Pope challenged Sarah and John B to an intense game of cards out on the dock. 

You sat beside the blond boy. To any observing eyes, it would just look like two friends having a civil conversation. To you, JJ’s hand was behind your back, fingers gently moving across the skin of your hip that wasn’t covered by the t-shirt over your swimsuit. 

“No.” Your answer didn’t have any anger or harshness behind it. You simply just loved having JJ all to yourself, with no judgment or prying eyes. No pressure to make it something neither of you wanted. It felt selfish to a point to keep something from your friends, from your brother. 

“Get out of your head.”

A smile made its way onto your face as you took the risk of leaning your head against JJ’s shoulder, tucking further into his side. JJ was so warm, his tan skin from constant surfing smooth against your cheek. It scared you sometimes, how comfortable everything was when it involved him. 

JJ’s heart skipped watching you be so relaxed, so vulnerable around him. He’d been so used to living on the edge and being tense for so long that it was so… vulnerable, so healing to have someone feel protected and safe enough to be by his side. 

Who knows what'll happen, ain't that always kinda magic When you don't know who's holding the cards Could be a wish I never knew ya or permanently tattoo ya Only the moon knows what's in the stars (what's in the stars)

You were pissed. You don’t know at what point John B thought he could parent you when the two of you were so close in age. Who was he after all this time to think he could boss you around?

“How long? How long has this been going on?” John B’s voice almost rattled the windows, echoing around the space surrounding you and JJ. The two of you stood there awkwardly like kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar. 

“Three months,” Your whisper was almost incoherent. Your eyes were trained on the ground, heart thumping in your chest so loud you figured JJ could probably hear it. This was the risk that came with not telling them, with keeping secrets amongst Pogues. God, there were so many stupid rules. 

John B’s hand slammed against the counter. “Three-Three months? God. I just…There was one rule. One fucking rule JJ. You promised!”

JJ visibly flinched at the anger in John B’s statement. That was true; JJ did promise John B he’d never get with you, never hurt you. All of that flew out the door the moment JJ saw you at that kegger. He had to risk it.

“I’m..I’m sorry, man! It just happened, okay? And-and we didn’t want to tell you guys because we didn’t want something like this to happen!”

“Well it’s happening,” John B scoffed with a shake of his head. The disappointment on his face was suffocating and you felt like you would burst into tears at any second. It wasn’t fair. Being forced apart when you knew you loved JJ? How is that fair?

John B shifted further into your line of vision. “Get the fuck out. Now. And don’t let me see you two near each other until I figure this out, got it?”

You looked up in a panic. “John B-”

“Do not argue with me right now. I don’t want to talk to you.” The look in your brother’s eyes left no room for argument. You’d never seen him this mad, especially toward you. 

JJ’s fingers squeezed your wrist lightly before he shuffled out the door behind you. The creaky hinges filled the room as you and John B stared at each other, waiting for the other to break. 

The fridge door popped open when your brother finally decided to move to grab a beer. Part of you wanted to run after JJ, to prove to John B that you didn’t have to listen to him. The problem was, you knew JJ respected your brother too much to let you do that for him. 

“You didn’t have to be so harsh on him,” You mumbled when you mustered up enough courage. John B tended to be… touch and go when he was angry. There was a risk of setting off another fuse if you didn’t watch what you said. 

As kids, JJ always picked on your brother for inheriting your dad’s temper. John B hated that it was true. To your relief, your brother let out a sigh and placed both of his hands on the counter. He felt instant regret watching JJ flinch at the noise level, knowing exactly what happened in the Maybank house when nobody else was around. “I know.” 

“I can’t tell you that I’m gonna stop being with him,” You admitted, holding your ground while you had the chance. You crossed your arms over your chest. “I respect your opinion a lot, Booker, but if it means staying away from JJ, I’ll learn to live without it.”

 It was a little more aggressive than you intended for it to be but it needed to be said. You moved through the kitchen to your room without another word. 

Mm, that voice in my head says to slow down But it can't feel your hands on my hips right now It may not be next year, what I need Then again, maybe it might be

JJ felt horrible for doing this. He knew he was playing with fire but as he pushed up your bedroom window, he couldn’t really bring himself to care. He could deal with John B later. Right now, he really needed you. 

He was a little less than graceful stumbling through your window in the darkness, but he found his way eventually. You shifted awake from his rustled movements and caught a quick glance at his silhouette before turning to flick the light on. “JJ? What’s wrong? Do you need-”

“Nothin’. Sorry to wake you, Birdie. Just wanted to see you.” You could tell he was avoiding meeting your eyes as he kicked off his shoes. The coloration of bruising was beginning to show through his abdomen and you shook your head slightly. JJ didn’t like to explain when his dad treated him like this. He kept quiet and you didn’t push him because he would always talk when he wanted to about what happened. 

So, you turned the lights off and cuddled up next to him, hoping you would wake up before John B saw anything.

JJ didn’t always have nightmares when it came to his dad, but whatever happened was terrible enough that he did. Half the time they weren’t even about his dad hitting him; it always involved his dad hurting you. 

The blond’s sharp movements woke you up before the screaming did. You didn’t hesitate to pull him closer, his hands grasping your hips to hold as you settled across his lap. His shirt puddled on your thighs as he let his fingers drift across your bare skin above your pajama shorts. JJ tucked his face in your neck and just listened to your heartbeat, reassuring him that you were right here and you were safe.

John B couldn’t say he was pleased to be woken up at 5:00 in the morning. Even less so when the alarm clock involved screaming. It wasn’t your voice though, and he didn’t know if that was a relief or something to be worried about. 

You didn’t flinch when your brother threw your door open to reveal the sight within. You knew he could see the fact that the two of you were fully clothed and clearly, everything was okay… well, as okay as it could be. 

Eyes moving to look at John B, you prayed he wouldn’t say anything while JJ was so upset. To your surprise and gratitude, he didn’t. He stared at both of you for a moment as the realization settled in. The realization that you were old enough to make these decisions for yourself and as much as John B wanted to protect you, to protect you and JJ, he couldn’t keep you apart. 

John B gave you a small nod and mouthed to let him know if you or JJ needed anything. You gave him a forced smile back, a barely there ‘thank you’ leaving your lips as you hugged your boyfriend tighter to your chest. 

As your bedroom door closed, you had this overwhelming sense of relief that maybe…maybe it would all work out after all. 

I gotta have ya, gotta see if this works I gotta have ya, wake up in your t-shirt I gotta have ya, diving in heart first

[brownsugarwrites]

Up late.

Pairings: Bodyguard!Kuai Liang x Black!socialite!reader

Warnings: Smut, established relationship ,edging, tears, praise, bratty reader, soft dom kuai but he is a asshole, choking , cursing, cumming inside, squriting ,aftercare. also not alot of dialouge here.

wc: 1.5k

listened to alot of ari lennox while writing this. This was supposed to be done weeks ago but school was beating my ass saur I hope everyone enjoys!! For your listening pleasure.

It was late. Very late. 2:30 in the morning to be exact. You had just come from a night out with your best friends who had come into town for the weekend. Your parents were currently on a business trip so you were under Kuai’s supervision. But, the only problem was you didn't tell Kuai about you leaving and going out.

Was it out of pettiness? Yes. But you were sure he would do nothing about it. The past few weeks he had been letting you slide more than usual. You would yell and curse him out just because he told you no or you would just be defiant knowing you got under his skin with the little things you did.

Locking the door to your G-Wagon your father gifted you for your 21st birthday your heels clacked on the pavement of your driveway as you made your way to the front door. Fumbling in your purse to take out your house keys you sighed in exhaustion. You forgot had thrilling it was to sneak out and go party with your friends all night

Walking into your home you slipped off your heels before hanging your purse on the hook. Flicking on the light in the foyer you jumped seeing your personal bodyguard Kuai Liang sitting on the couch waiting for you to get home.

You were fucked.

“Oh hey, I thought you would be sleeping right now,” you said quite nervously but you tried not to show it

“Where were you?” he asked calmly.

You knew he already knew the answer to that so it was a matter if you were gonna lie to him or not. Knowing you were already in deep shit you decided to be truthful this one time.

“I went out with some friends. Why does it matter?” you asked crossing your arms

“Because last time I checked. You are under my watch correct?” he asked

You nodded your head before opening your mouth but Kuai cut you off

“Yes, you are under my supervision this weekend. So why did you think it was ok to go out without telling me where you were going”

You sat in your thoughts for a moment. Until the light bulb metaphorically appeared over your head.

“I'm grown first of all. All you do is treat me like I'm a child who can't handle themselves,” you said standing your ground before walking away to your bedroom.

Following behind you as you walked away from him he called your name continuously as you ignored his advances, Soon you reached your room and before you could close the door on his face he caught the door before it could close.

“I wasn't done talking to you.” He said voice slightly deeper than usual

“Well, I am-” you began before looking into his eyes seeing the seriousness in them.

Before you could think, he was gently pulling you by your neck to bring your face to his before kissing you harshly. Having to clutch on his shirt to keep you steady you grounded yourself before feeling Kuais hands go to your ass lifting you partially his way of telling you to “jump”

Bringing you closer to the bed your stomach churned in anxiousness mixed with arousal watched as he discarded his shirt on your floor. Watching him climb back over you he didn't say a word as he nearly tore off the dress you were wearing.

Some may say you were spoiled by nature. With your parents owning multiple businesses you never had to want for anything. No was not in your vocabulary or your parents. This made you entitled for lack of better words. You didn't care about how other people felt (sometimes) and how your actions would eventually have a consequence.

That was until Kuai was assigned to you about a year or two ago. When Kuai came you calmed down tremendously. You started to like him and you didn't want to run him away. Therefore you toned down to pursue something further with him, secretly of course (his brothers knew).

Once the two of you started to secretly date your shell started to peel slowly and soon enough you were back to your usual antics.

Peeling off your thin underwear he kissed your thighs a few times before leaving little bites and licking a stripe along your cunt. He quickly replaced his tongue with his fingers. Hitting that particular spongey spot that had your mouth running dry and seeing stars

“Kuai.. I’m bout to cum-” You would pant nearing your release

Soon as those words fell from your pretty mouth he quickly took his fingers out of your aching pussy hearing you whine in need

“Kuai why did you do that?” you asked sitting up on your hands before looking him in his eyes

Staring at you he couldn't help but think you were so beautiful like this. Even though you were near tears because of your denied release. This would set the tone for the night. Saying nothing he climbed on top of your flower bed sheets before pulling you in between his legs with your back against his broad chest. Taking a hand to turn your head to give you a soft kiss you thought that maybe he would let you cum this time around.

You were wrong.

Every time you were near a release he released his fingers from your puffy clit as the tears streamed down your face. Your whines and pleads for him to let you cum were strong as you felt like he had you in this position for hours toying with you while whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you begged for a release. But, you weren't getting off that easy.

“I need you so bad. No more teasing Kuai please baby” you said breathlessy wanting to be satisfied.

“I dont think you’ve learned your lesson princess,” he responded rubbing your thighs to try to calm down a little

“I did! I'm sorry Kuai just please I need you so bad.”

“Promise you won't be mean any more?” he asked smiling

Nodding your head rapidly you whined feeling his fingers rub on your clit once more before lifting you to place you on his lap. Incoherent words fell from your lips as you sunk into him.

“There we go sweetheart, shh I got you,” he said along your neck before bouncing you up and down.

Usually, Kuai kept his composure very well. But when he was inside you his composure slowly faded away. The way you squeezed him and the little noises you would make as he fucked into you kept him going while driving himself crazy at the same time.

He was in love with you. No matter how spoiled you were, he knew the other side of you that most didn't. He was grateful to see both sides of you. His brothers always talk about your behavior and how your attitude could be too much to handle. But he knew how to get you to submit completely to him. It took some time but he knew how to get you there.

Putting you on your back he continued to fuck you into feeling your almond-shaped nails digging into his back as you cried out for him nearing your release.

“Just wait princess, im close hold on a little longer” he grunted continuing to fuck into you

Squeezing your eyes shut you tried to hold on for him but your body was defying what your mind was saying

“Cant hold it anymore baby please.” you whispered trying to open your eyes

Seeing your glossy eyes he groaned seeing how fucked out you were. That was all he needed to cum

“Cmon baby, thats it, i got you” as you released all over him as he pumped his cum into you.

He laid on top of you as the two of you breathed in sync. Feeling warm and soft kisses being placed on your forehead before getting carried to the bathroom.

Running the hot water with your lavender soap he went back to your room to change your sheets and to pull out your sleepwear for the night. Coming into the bathroom quietly he tied your headscarf around your braids before putting on your bonnet. Once the water was done running he set you in the tub gently before getting behind you.

“Thank you.” you said softly sinking into the hot water

Helping wash each other off some kisses were shared in between with light giggles from the bubble getting on kuais face. Retreating from the bathroom Kuai went to grab some clothes from his overnight bag before coming back to your room to put his clothes on.

Peeling back your comforter the two of you laid down on your soft pillows while staring in each others eyes.

“Are you upset with me Kuai?” you asked softly before playing with his hair.

Before he could answer he took in the way the soft moonlight illuminated your brown skin and created a twinkle in your eyes. You were perfect.

“I could never be upset with you. I just didn't expect you to be gone. Your parents would kill me if I let you get hurt.”

“Im sorry…” you said with shame laced with embarrassment.

“I forgive you, princess. Next time just tell me when you’re going out. Ok?” he said before kissing the inside of your wrist.

Nodding your head you quickly snuggled into him before closing your eyes

“Good night Kuai. I love you.”

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

Morning Friction

Papa Emeritus III x Reader AO3

Enjoy this little drabble I word vomited this morning since I have absolutely NO time to write anything real during this stupid history class I'm taking 🙃

CW: SMUT, mentions of alcohol/getting tipsy at a party, morning sex, knee riding

Word Count: 700

You wake in a tangled mess of limbs, as was usually the case when you found yourself in the third Emeritus son's bed.

Him still in his pastel button up shirt from the night before--he'd perhaps been a little too tipsy to get it off before falling asleep last night--and a pair of black boxer briefs, his eyeliner smudged eyes start to squint in the morning sun. He'd gone out the night before with no papal paint, because he knows how handsome you find him without it, but you guess the eyeliner was his way of letting an old habit die hard. It looked good on him though, classic even.

After you press a soft kiss to his lips, his eyes finally flutter open, and he meets yours which are teeming with lust. It's true, you'd already been rubbing your thighs together to find some kind of friction after your rather... unresolved evening last night. But when you ran your fingers through the exposed hair on his chest, Terzo got the message.

His lips surge forward, meeting you in a heated kiss as his hands find your waist and pull you impossibly closer, tighter and tighter against his torso. You whimper into his mouth, happy to be drowning in his kisses, and one of his hands slides down, scooping up your thigh to hook it on his hip. A sharp gasp leaves you when your lover harshly presses his thigh to your core, but you're so relieved to finally have some pressure where you need it most.

Terzo's hands force your hips to rock back and forth, and after a moment, you're moving right along with them. He pulls away from the kiss to look you in the face, to see the mess he's made of you in only a few minutes. Being under the scrutiny of that natural scowl and devious smirk of his only serves to heighten the pleasure you feel.

When he can't seem to take just watching you anymore, his lips are again on yours, but this time he's flipping you on your back. Still, he keeps his knee pressed right up against you as he scrambles to sit up. He tries to fling his shirt off, but the last few fastened buttons at the bottom keep that from happening; instead, it's just thrown from his shoulders, settling at the elbows, as he moves onto you, unable to bother with it any further. Truthfully it's almost more sexy to see him with his clothes half off than when he's fully nude.

Reaching down, he finds the waistband of your pajama shorts and whatever panties you might've been wearing and pulls them down your legs, whipping them across the room without a care. Instantly, he's back on top of you, breathing deeply as his skilled lips attack your sensitive neck. "Move," he huffs into your ear, your now bare sex making contact with his leg.

You do as you're told, moaning at the feeling of his thigh dragging against your clit. It really did something for Terzo to witness you using his body for your pleasure, so he was very committed to finishing you off this way before receiving any pleasure of his own.

Softly, almost imperceptibly, your lover's practiced fingers tease at your chest. Cupping your breasts, tracing over your nipples, but applying little to no pressure, making you want more. You whine for him as the pressure builds in your gut, and only then does he reward you by sliding one strap of your tank top from your shoulder and kissing down your chest until he reaches your peak, sucking it into his mouth expertly. Meanwhile, his hand sneaks under your shirt to play with the other nipple.

By now you're a writhing mess beneath him, his thigh slicked up with your juices, serving as the 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 friction to-

"Terzo! Terzo, I'm cumming!!!"

Your eyes roll back and your jaw goes slack as that band inside you snaps deliciously; balling the sheets up in your fists, that jolt of pleasure shoots through you, making you see stars despite the sun spilling in the window.

When you come down from your momentary high, you feel the weight of your lover relaxing on top of you, erection pressed flush against your hip. Softly, he brushes a piece of hair behind your ear and kisses you chastely, "Buongiorno, amante mia."

[hyvnam]

HEARTLESS — CH 1.

Where we left off.

POV Y/n is a Scientist who attended school beside Miguel in their youth and now works for the Spider Society. She was there from the beginning, even briefly dated the leader of the secret association then broke it off due to a third party. Now she works in the infirmary, trying to avoid Miguel, yet can't help but get caught up in his web.

Earth 928B, Guimauve Café,

Nueva York.

“I'm glad that you're back, Y/n.”

You fondled with your fingers, holding a half drunken cup of coffee.

It had been some time since you were back in Nueva York,, explaining that you needed some time to cool off. Gabriel called up and asked to meet up and you happily obliged.

He asked how was your trip outside of town, catching up like old times. After an hour he had to go, you sipped the last bit of your drink and asked,,,

“How are you and Kasey?”

You asked as he stood up, Gabriel gave a cheeky grin,,

“Much better than you and Mig.”

How cruel...,,

Miguel and you were like-minded in intelligence, that's how you befriended each other as kids. When you both got into Alchemax, it wasn't a surprise for your families to hear the news that the two of you entered a romantic relationship. However,, they never could've imagined the relationship would end with Miguel cheating on you.

He looked so unaffected when apologizing, saying he was shamelessly in love with another woman,, who was his brother's girlfriend, Dana, at that time.

You were bitter and left. The news of Dana's death due to venom reached you not long after it happened, you couldn't say you were sad since the sour feeling was still there.

When he heard you came back, Miguel sought after you. He needed help with developing a device that could help him travel through dimensions. You did help him with fixing Lyla and because of old times, you agreed.

From time to time you both met up,, the spark coming back to the point you ended up in his bed. Miguel offered a spot when the idea of creating the Spider-Society was in his head,, you absolutely rejected the idea of working for him.

After completing the beta version of the Dimensional Travel Watch, or gizmo— said Lyla, you stayed at Babylon Towers to observe any bad effects it would have on the wearer so you could make some adjustments.

You sat on a stool in the lab, where you usually hang around. The door opens, footsteps approaching you from behind.

The shadow of someone big loomed over your small figure. Suddenly you were rotated around and faced with Miguel,, his expression soft. He rests his hands on the counter, leaning his body over to you.

“What?” you asked, turning away as your face started to heat up like a tomato.

“Oh, mi vida,,, look at me.” he cupped your cheek, you couldn't help but snuggle in. Gosh this man had a leash around your neck, whatever he told you to do you'd do it.

“I know we left off in a bad way,, you know that I love you right?” he's such a red flag,,, your gaze fell to the ground. His expression then filled with guilt.

You looked back up and smiled,, "We never even ended things,”

Miguel's face lit up,,

He dragged you in again. Grabbing a hold of your chin,, gently kisses your eyelids,,

“Open your mouth.” he commanded.

Then your lips, it was sloppy, mostly just with the tongue. His other hand slid its way beneath your shirt.

—

You came out of the lab,, sweat dripped from your face. Your shirt was wet, ‘‘they really need to put an ac in there,, you thought.

Miguel followed after you, he pushed back his messy hair and it was back to it's original slick back. You noticed a lip stick stain and reached out to erase it from his face,

He held your wrist before you could pull away, then kissed the palm of your hand,,,

“I miss you, amor,,”

You thought this time it would work out. He finally changed,, oh god if you knew how you thought that time you'd kill yourself. Your hopes were up too high,, he just couldn't stop going behind your back.

He sneaked under your nose,, everyone knew, Jess did and Peter B too. The humiliation and pain you felt a long time ago when you caught him and Dana, it came back.

A wormhole opens,, Miguel walked out of it. His face filled with dread, oh how you wished you could slap him then and there. But you couldn't,, he fell into your arms and cried, his sobs filled his office.

Miguel knew about the consequences when he started the secret association,, he knew the rules that he had to abide, you reminded him countless of times.

However,,, he just couldn't resist having a life on another Earth with his dead fiancee and a daughter, named Gabriella. Peter B was there when that version that Miguel called heaven started to glitch and disappear.

From then on,, your relationship with him soured even more. You'd share a night with him then he'd find himself waking up alone, breakfast ready with coffee that he really liked.

The weight on his back became heavier and heavier as work piled up,, but this time you couldn't help.

Tbc.

[luimagines]

It is Wednesday, my dudes-

It was dark inside the sand filled temple, the walls old with age and worn down by time. Any carved glyphs or texts barely ledgeable by now. Colors that were no doubt once vibrant, now dull and chipping away, turning to dust and sand. Time held a flaming torch in his hand, the burning item held up high so light could illuminate the room properly, Twilight and Warriors by his side, prepared for any attack. Within the middle of the group stood Wild, Four, and Legend, all more focused on looking at any potential hints of an exit than any potential monsters, Legend holding up their mini teams torch while looking mighty displeased at this fact. BUt when he turned, his annoyed tone rung out in the hall, catching the leading three's attention. "Hey!" he exclaimed, Glaring at the rear team's distance away from them, and Warriors groaned seeing the reason why the last team was held up. Sky, Wind, and Hyrule were watching their fourth party member intently, as they sketched out runes on the wall, the happiest look on their face as they did so, rambling about whatever history fact they might have known. Legend spoke up again, this time, throwing a pebble at the group. "Hey! Don't hold us up! We have to keep moving!" Time let out a sigh. He should have known better than to let the mysterious grey historian join the last group, as they were easily distracted by them (but at least they werent with Wild, it was like trying to keep an eye on toddlers in a bakery). They were an enigma to the group, knowing so much about specific periods of time and eras of hyrule yet they knew so little about them. "Legend is right. We must keep moving, Goddess know what is down here..." "Yea, I'd rather not be down here much longer." Warriors stated. "I feel like I'm being watched and not in a good way." Twilight looked around. The air was. . . familiar. Like he had been there before. . . Reader put their sketch pad away and let Wind grab their hand and catch them up to the rest of the group, Hyrule holding the torch walking along side sky. Reader spoke "I'm trying to figure out where we are!" they exclaimed "More specifically, what landmark we are at. Seeing that there are deep red coloring in the walls with golden accent- albeit they are basically sand now- I believe that this is perhaps a Gerudo building? Maybe a colosseum of types? But it wouldn't make sense as-" Legend slapped a hand over their mouth. "Shut up! We don't need one of your freakish history lessons right now- EW!" he took his hand back as Reader grinned. "IT licked my hand! Disgusting!" "I'm not an 'it'" They huffed. "As I was saying- The reason I'm looking is because I have a sneaking suspicion that this is also a prison hold. So I apologize for the delay, but I just wanted to see how I could help." Time hummed and turned "Well, if it is a mix of a battle ground and prison, there may be powerful skeleton monsters ahead. Thank you for the heads up. Let move forward." The silence stretched on forever and a half, only the sounds of boots stepping on sand and worn tile heard in the echoing halls for quite some time when finally, they hit a large room. It was large and spacious, filled with sand and old texts and glyphs unreadable and forgotten. A row of statues of women lined a path to a set of steps with unlit And burnt out stands ment for light and above that what looked like old platforms. Reader jogged to one of the statues to take a better look, Wild following them and Hyrule close behind. Legend watched and scoffed as the group made a small place to rest. "I know what you're thinking." Time said, eyes closed as Legend turned to him "The answer is still no." "It would be better to leave them at a village." he stated, Four looking worried at Legend. "They can't fight and constantly hold us up! And they just keep harming themselves and get in the way."

Four sent Legend a look "They do us a lot of good other than fighting. The ability to know where we are geographicly and timewise is very crucial for us at this moment. The shadow is trying to confuse us- for what reasons I do not know- so having Reader with us give us a heafty advantage." Warriors added in his thoughts following Four's "Plus, Our times all have monsters that have changed or new ones that have appeared entirely. If we have a way to determine what monsters we would be facing would help us to prepare for battles we may have to fight." "And we cannot just leave them here." Time spoke up "It is clear for things they've have said and done that we have nor encountered their Era yet, so it isn't safe for them to be left somewhere so unknown to them. Besides, there must be a good reason they were brought here." "I think that Reader is hiding something." Legend spoke up "They aren't telling us something. And If it's something related to the shadow, then they are our enemy." "I have to agree with Legend on this one." Twilight spoke up suddenly, making Sky turned to him, taken aback by this statement. "They have been acting weird from the start, saying things that they shouldn't know then claiming to be 'a historian' and how it's in books? Too much of a coincidence to me." It was Sky's turn to speak. "I think if They are hiding somthing, it must be for a good reason, right? I don't think they'd keep something hidden from us out of malicious intent, right?" None of them got to answer, as Reader's voice called to them "Arbiter's Grounds!" Twilight stiffened at the words. They ran to the group "We're in the Arbiter's Grounds! This place was built to house evil criminals, as a prison. Until the worse one came and slaughtered a sage that protected and guarded this place, before executing him! This man's name was Ganondorf!" Most of the men reacted to this news. Reader continued "From what I know, we maybe be in some time between Twilight's Era and Wild's Era. By the time the calamity happens, the Grounds are covered and buried in thousands of pounds of sand!" "So are you saying we can still find an exit?" Sky asked hopefully, and Reader nodded. But Twilight stood up. "Great job, Historian." he said, voice suddenly cold, along with his gaze. "Great deduction, only here's one issue. The Arbiter's Grounds were never written about In history books or even royal records. So how would you know that this was significant in MY time?!" All eyes fell on Reader, who had turned visibly pale, and Twilight put a hand on his bland hilt. 'Oh no.' they thought, wide eyes glued to his sword.

Reader's in for it now. XD

I think that if they really wanted to, they could try to wiggle their way out of a confrontation since there's so much time and space between Wild and Twilight as a whole, but that would depend on if Reader is able to word it fast enough and clever enough to not get cornered.

[crazyk-imagine]

Life of the Party

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!reader

Characters: Sirius Black, Fem!reader, James Potter, Lily Potter nee Evans, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadows, Nymphadora Tonks (briefly mentioned), Harry Potter (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: Angst, this is random, during the first war, has bits of the sceond war involved, this probably doesn't track with the timeline, but certainly kept me entertained, not all information is accurate but that's to be expected, I had no idea where this was going, the last line makes me cry on the inside

Word Count: 2,601

A/N: Was I watching "Only Murders in the building" while writing this, giving it the murder mystery vibe, I feel it has? Maybe. No regrets though.

James took his time proposing

Voldemort slowly started getting stronger and then Peter joined him.

There are no known reactions to the bloodroot poison... I made up my own, hence the murder mystery vibe.

This is partially inspired by "Life of the Party" by Shawn Mendes

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“I’m telling you to take your shot, it might be scary.” You shrug, "maybe she's ready for you two to take the next step." You're just hoping that if you push him a little more, they can be even happier.

And maybe, James can finally shut up about wanting to have the same last name, whatever comes first.

James nods, taking in every word you’re saying.

“We don’t have the time to be sorry," you tell him.

The faint whispers of evil lurking around every corner are slowly becoming louder in your mind.

You hold your breath for a second.

“She’s right,” Marlene shrugs.

Dorcas shakes her head, not liking it when the two of you agree with one another.

The blonde shares a look with the girl closest to her. “Why doesn’t he just man up and ask her?”

The dark-haired woman shrugs, “I don’t know. You’re asking the wrong person.”

Sirius leans against you with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, "am I hearing that Prongs is going to be an idiot again? Still don't know how to pop the question, do you?"

James rolls his eyes. "Thank you," he says to you before running off. "Look at that, we're alone now."

“Are we invisible to you, you dolt?” Dorcas grabs Marlene’s wrist and hauls her out of your home.

“I think he's going to do it now.”

“He’s not.”

“You want to bet?”

The blonde nods, “I do. Ten pounds.”

“And a butter beer.”

Marlene scowls, “fine.”

They shake hands.

“You’re on.”

-

He sneaks around your home, making sure no one can see him. You shake your head. "Nice try, Sirius."

"What?" He pouts, following you after you brush him away from you.

"Don't push me away. I know you love me." He flutters his lashes as if that will further prove his case.

"I would love some peace and quiet. Besides, shouldn't you be checking on Remus right now? It's almost his time."

He sighs, "yeah. I just... wanted to see you before."

"Well, you did and now it's time to say goodbye."

"Fine, fine," he lets out a deep sigh, as if you've done something to him. "Promise me one thing?"

You stare into his eyes.

“You’ll tell me if you’ve been seeing things when I get back.”

You nod, gulping because you know what’s going to happen before then.

The corner of his lips curls upwards, thinking about being alone with you and hopefully asking you something he should have had a long time ago. "I'll be off now, little miss “life of the party”. I'll see you later?"

You rest your hands against the counter, preventing yourself from falling. You nod, "of course, Pads."

He smirks, shaking his head to rid him of his thoughts although he’s always fond when you call him by his nickname. "Alright, I'm off."

"Bye," you whisper, listening to his motorbike get farther from your home. You groan, raising one hand to your head. It's worse.

'The whispers get louder when the ticking stops.'

You want to forget it, but you can't.

His screams haunt you; you can't see his face, you don’t know who it is but it's more than enough to ruin your sleep, invading your mind at the most inconvenient times.

Your family's large grandfather clock chimes.

Nothing's going to work now, you know it. You don't know why you’re going in here but it’s the one place you believe to be in your best interest to reside in during this time.

You grab your wand from your boot and wave it.

The bookshelf moves out of the way.

A heavy breath escapes you.

No one but you know of your meek at home potions room. It's better this way, none of them will ask any questions or throw themselves into research.

By the time your clock chimes again, James and Lily will be the next future couple followed by a sweet little baby boy who will help carry on their family line.

Remus will be trying to finish his potion for the upcoming full moon.

Sirius will be the last of his siblings but not of his family's pureblood status.

And Peter-

“Come out tonight. Come out tonight,” you mutter, closing your eyes for a moment, waiting. "You found me."

"I never wanted this to happen."

"If you didn't want it to happen, you wouldn't have joined him. You wouldn’t have cowered into his grasp because you think he’s getting stronger."

"I- I'm sorry."

"Are you? Because I think you don’t have the time to be sorry. Or are you just saying that because of the bloodroot poison you put in my drink last week?"

Peter pauses in the doorway. "When did you know?"

"It's obvious when somethings not right with your body and you're stupid to think I wouldn't notice."

"You really want to fight with the person who could kill you?"

"You already have."

"It wasn't my choice."

"You didn't know whether you should have stayed on this side and when they found you, you chose to put that damned mark on your arm. You made a decision long ago. I'm just," you hold your breath, finding it hard to take a simple breath now. "Wondering what made you change?"

"Nothing," he mumbles.

"That's such a lie and you know it!"

His head snaps in your direction. "Everyone made me this way!"

You struggle to gulp down the saliva that filled your mouth.

"I was tired of being the joke of it all," he sniffs.

You don't know whether to feel bad for him or help him.

"I wanted the jokes to stop. I thought they would when we grew up, but they barely did."

"What jokes?" You whisper, now losing your voice.

"It doesn't matter now, what's done is done."

"Soon to be done. You're here to report to him that I'm dead, right?"

"N- no."

"You're distracting me, waiting until the end."

"Stop it."

"I hope you feel better."

"Better?"

"Thinking you chose the right side-" You take a step closer towards the table, your hand reaching out for it until you lose your balance and begin tumbling forward.

Peter reaches for you and holds you.

This is the last time he'll ever see you. And it hits him, what he's done to his friend.

There are no changing things now.

He adjusts you, cradling you in his arms as he sits behind you; the way a friend should comfort another one in need.

"Are you happy?"

He glances at you from the corner of his eye, staring at your side profile. "What?"

There's no more fight left in you and there's one thing you want someone to know, your last fighting words were something that will haunt your murderer. "Knowing you chose the wrong side."

"I-"

You close your eyes, not wanting your last sight to be of the secret you kept from your friends.

The grandfather clocks chimes once more and the whispers of his mind fill the silence.

Peter throws his head back, tears trickling down the sides of his face.

Nothing will ever be the same and no one will ever know what he's done.

Not until the end of the first war.

He carefully moves away from you and places you against the desk making it look as if you were sitting against the desk when you pass.

He kept it quiet of how you passed until the night he purposefully let Sirius take the blame for everything.

No one was able to truly move on after, most of all he and-

“She called herself the “life of the party” forever making a fool of herself,” he chuckles to himself.

"Pads, are you telling Harry the same story?"

The man in question turned around with his precious godson bundled in his arms. "No."

"Why lie when we all know it, Sirius?" Lily asks, holding her son's bottle as she tries to take the boy from him. "It's time for his bottle, Sirius."

"I can do it."

"No."

"Come on," he whines, with his bottom lip quivering.

It takes her back to every time when he would beg for your attention. She purses her lips, adjusting Harry in her arms. "It's almost nap time."

"Fine. James, sleep fort?"

"Of course, how else does one take a nap?"

She shakes her head at the two, knowing you would have something to say about it. "James."

"Coming, dear."

"I'll be here while you go help the man of the house."

"Hey."

Sirius raises his arms, "I'm kidding. I'm kidding."

He's left alone with his thoughts, something that's become more dangerous than before.

He thinks back to the story he was telling his godson, which was the night before your guys' seventh year when you decided to do some digging and found the bottle of fire whisky he had hidden, saving for a special occasion and ended up giving yourself a nickname.

You were so, so... drunk.

-

You smile and raise your hands, not at all careful to hide the bottle of fire whiskey. “It's time to be the life of the party.”

Everyone was confused as to why you did this, why you’d lost yourself.

"Someone needs to get her down from that table before she trips and breaks something," Lily hisses.

"We can use magic to heal her."

"Now is not the time to sass me, Sirius."

"Uh- nope, that one was me," Remus raises his hands.

"Someone please, help me get her down."

The three boys take a step forward at the same time.

"Come on, darling. It's time to come down."

You pout, holding the bottle close to your chest. "I don't wanna."

James snorts. "Can it, Prongs."

"I didn't say anything, Padfoot."

"Boys, please. Let's just get close to the table and then Pads can try and ease her down while we help?" The werewolf adds.

"Siri, come up and join me."

"Join you?"

"Become the life of the party with me."

“Sweetheart, I already am.” He holds his hand out for you to take. “Come and party with me down here.”

“No,” you tell him.

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Prongs, Moony,” he jerks his head to the side. “Over here.”

They follow, leaving the red head to deal with you.

“Alright, boys. Moons, you grab the bottle while Prongs my boy,” he smacks the bespectacled boy’s shoulder. “You distract, pull her in with that odd charm that drew your rosy, red head in.”

“I feel like I should be offended.”

Sirius raises a brow, “are you?”

“No.”

“Then you’re fine. Ready boys. On three.”

“Please don’t try to use sports analogies,” Remus interrupts.

“Rude.”

“Hey,” James calls out for you. “Look at me.”

This gives Remus enough time to remove the bottle from your hands and for Sirius to pull you down.

“What made you want to get up on a table?” He asked, holding you in his arms.

“I wanted to get away.”

He glances up, knowing you probably don’t want the others to hear. “Get away from what?”

“The images in my mind.”

“Do you-”

“She needs to have something other than that damned whiskey in her system. Bring her over to the couch,” Lily tells him.

-

He never knew what you saw before that night and didn’t ask when you didn’t remember anything that happened.

This was one of the first few sights that haunted his mind, followed by his best friend and his wife a year after.

That’s why when he saw you for the first time, he was going through so many emotions.

His voice calling out to you wasn’t out of the norm but seeing him when you turned around after the light taps on your shoulder was certainly a surprise.

Your eyes widen at the sight of him. “Sirius?”

He throws himself forward, almost squeezing you with his might. “It’s been too long, darling.”

Your hands shake as you fist handfuls of his shirt tightly, wrinkling his shirt in the process. “I- you,” you push him back. “You shouldn’t be here. You- you- Sirius you can’t be here,” you whisper.

“You shouldn’t be either but here we are. Just focus on this.” He cups your cheek.

“What?”

His thumb brushes across your cheek. “We’re together again.”

“You should be out there, living your life and- and teaching Harry so much more.”

“I am right where I need to be.” He smiles at you, staring into your eyes. “I’m back with you.”

You gulp, “you’re still an idiot.”

“No, I’m Sirius.”

You shake your head and pull him in for another hug… until an echoing voice causes you to furrow your brows.

“Pads! Pads!”

“Oh no,” you mumble.

“What?”

“Pads turn your stupid head around.”

“Who’s calling me stupid?”

You’re happy you let go of him when you did otherwise, you’d be on the ground with the two idiots you find yourself lucky enough to call friends.

“I didn’t want to interrupt the two of you.”

“I know,” you assure Lily. “It’s okay. I’m just happy to see you guys again.”

She wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. “Me too.”

“Don’t forget about us,” Marlene calls out.

You two spin around, finding her and Dorcas running towards you guys.

“Took him long enough.”

“Marlene,” you hiss.

“What? I can’t pretend like you haven’t been depressed since that night. Everyone missed you and then when the first war came and we came here, you were so relieved that he wasn’t here but longing for him to come to you and you know it. You can’t hide it.”

You roll your eyes.

“So, you did miss me?” He says, staring up at you with a stargazed look in his eyes.

You turn away, avoiding his gaze. “No.”

“Someone’s lying, and it isn’t Sirius,” he says, attempting to egg you on.

“Come on, girls.”

“Wait- no.” He chases after you.

-

All of you stop, staring around the cemetery.

“What do we do now?”

“We wander around in true spirit fashion.”

“I vote we leave James behind,” you say, raising your hand.

“I second that vote,” Lily and Marlene add.

“Lily pad,” James gasps.

“Dorcas, come on. Don’t do this to me.”

“I’m with the side that doesn’t whine and complain.”

“But I’m nothing without whining and complaining. I was the only male here till Pads decided to join us.”

“I can see why they didn’t want you around.”

“Pads! I’m offended now!”

“Oh, well.” Sirius shrugs.

“You two haven’t changed a bit,” you comment. “It’s nice. I’ve missed seeing all of us being like this.”

“Like what?” Lily asks.

“Being young, not worried about a war coming our way.”

“I think we can all agree on that.”

“Did you all hear Moons has begun to pursue Tonks?” Sirius says.

“No."

"No way.”

-

You lead the others towards Diagon’s Alley, feeling a butter beer kind of night is something you all need.

“Don’t give her any fire whiskey. Otherwise, her “life of the party” personality will come out.” Marlene teases.

“That was one time,” you defend yourself.

“Lies,” Dorcas says, coughing into her hand.

“You all suck.” You pout.

Sirius leans in, “how’s it feel?”

“Don’t be like that, Sirius.”

“What? So, Sirius? I can’t, that’s who I am.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

You stare into his eyes. ‘I missed you more than anything, Siri.’

“I do.”

His smile widens, “I knew it.”

You close your eyes, wanting this to fill the blocks you made in your memory.

Everyone needs a little happy scene they can think back to.

-

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[thissortofsorcery]

Harringrove social media AU (in a season 2 setting because that is my paradise land) where Billy makes surfing TikToks as a teenager, with a really good following and a promising career as a pro surfer. Until Neil moves the entire family to a landlocked state, and Billy knows it's to punish him.

There could be several reasons for this:

-Billy is becoming too independent from Neil;

-Someone questioned a bruise Billy didn't cover up well enough and now it's all over the internet;

-Billy was caught with a guy he was seeing;

-Billy's mom saw his TikToks and tried to get in touch, Neil had been keeping him from her;

And now Billy's in a town in the middle of nowhere, Indiana, two months into the school year, and everybody expects him to, what, be chill about it? Not care that Neil can just ruin his life and his career on a whim, and there's nothing he can do about it? Billy's raging, Billy's seething, Billy's hurt, and no one wants to or can help him. Susan won't lift a finger or say anything against Neil, looks down every time his dad raises his voice or his hand to hit Billy. And Max- Max is furious with him, blames him for the move like he was the one who decided to pack everything, like he was the one who sold his board and packed the cars and bought the ugly house on Cherry Lane.

What the hell is Billy supposed to do now? He's a senior and he had no plans of going to college, hasn't even thought of applying anywhere. His account is going to die out if he doesn't post anything, and who can guarantee he can raise it from the dead in a year if he makes it back to California once he's eighteen? He needs the TikTok money to make it back to California anyway. He's screwed. He's so screwed.

On the other side of this, is Steve. Steve is a gaming streamer and youtuber, or was- is. He's trying, okay? But ever since- everything, he can't play horror games anymore. He used to stream horror games pretty much exclusively, had whole events for it, charity streams, sponsorships, and then the whole Upside Down thing happened, and he knows his role in it was minor, okay, he knows he was there just for the tail end of it, but a seven-feet tall monster with a flower for a face coming out of the ceiling of the Byers house was both his starting and breaking point, apparently.

His channel was pretty good. Pretty stable. Then he tried to stream Blair Witch about a week after everything and had a panic attack on stream. Things didn't get better after that.

Nancy got him into Animal Crossing, because it's soothing, so he streams that now. And The Sims. Needless to say, his channel took a pretty big hit, as did his reputation. Like Tommy H. says, he turned bitch.

But it's fine, everything's fine. He's got Nancy, he's got a loyal online community that stayed after everything, even if it's small and no one's anywhere near Hawkins. He's got his SAD (Steve After Dark) Streams for when he can't sleep. Halloween is coming up and he's maybe sad he's not doing Spooktober this year, but. Maybe on the last week. Maybe on Halloween Day. If Nancy doesn't want to go to Tina's party.

Billy and Steve collide pretty much the same way. Steve is on edge and Billy is on edge, then the world's ugliest dogs are let out, and Maxine sneaks out, and Billy finds her in a house full of boys and an 18 year old washed out streamer who lies to him about it. Next thing Billy knows he's waking up in a half-destroyed kitchen with an empty syringe two feet from him, car gone, and not a single person in sight.

On Monday, Harrington's face looks bad. It's been a while since Billy's felt this guilty about putting a bruise on someone's face, but he knows he lost it a little, that night. Went too far. He doesn't remember most of it, and Billy doesn't know if that's from whatever drugs Maxine shot him with or from just- anger. Remorse just clogs his throat and he can't breathe. He decides to stay the fuck away from Harrington.

And then Tommy H. just has to take pictures of them, make a damn video, post it to Instagram and TikTok and tag them both. Of course it goes viral.

Billy spends a full week in a state of panic. He fully expects Harrington to press charges now. 

(Steve, similarly, is panicking. He streams family friendly content now. He can't just get into fights. He can't stream until his face heals as it is.)

Billy feels even more like shit when his follower count goes up and his account sees more activity than it has since the move. Like it's a reward for beating up Harrington, or something. It's not right. 

(The same happens to Steve.)

So Billy has an idea. He wants to apologize to Harrington. Wants to make it up to him. Maybe he can help him get his popularity back, get his channel to how it used to be, somehow. And if it keeps his own account alive, well. 

It takes a little convincing, but Steve agrees. Dustin is trying to get him into his nerdy games, but Steve isn't sure he likes them. Steve's been having a hard time, since the second round with the Upside Down. He can't sleep, can't focus, Nancy went off with Jonathan. So maybe he wants a distraction, okay? Maybe he wants something that isn't life or death.

So Billy and Steve start a partnership of sorts. Steve films a couple of youtube videos playing co-op games with Billy. Branches out to TikTok, maybe. Starts bringing Billy to his streams, at first just to hang out and then to take over and play some stuff. Billy manages to burn down Steve's entire 9th generation legacy mansion on The Sims in 30 minutes. Billy and Steve play Dead By Daylight together, and Steve feels increasingly comfortable playing horror games with Billy around. 

It's working so well for Steve, he decides he wants to pay it back. So he teaches Billy to ice skate so they can make content for Billy's TikTok. Steve takes Billy sledding when it snows. Billy films Steve falling asleep in unlikely places during the day and not waking up when Billy piles things on him. 

Steve hunts down and finds Billy's old surfing board that Neil sold and buys it back.

At some point, Steve becomes Billy's best friend. If he could- If they could, Billy would- They could be more, Billy thinks. But they're all over the internet, and Billy doesn't think Neil watches their content, but word can get back to him really easily. People like to speculate as it is. It's a small fucking town. 

The climax would be, of course, getting Billy out of Neil's house. Getting Neil arrested. So Billy can be free.

(Feel free to explore and play with this AU as you like!!)

[gfnicarl]

Fool

Carl Grimes X Reader

Angst

As you squeeze the icing on the piping bag, swirling the cupcakes you have made, you smiled as you continue to put icing on the cake and the other breads. This is your very special day and it's uncommon since it's on a apocalypse but with the group, they help you with your birthday and will celebrate it together later.

"Happy birthday kiddo" Rick said messing your hair as he give a small gift to you

Smiling as you received his gift, you opened it and it's a pearl bracelet

"Thank you Rick, and thank you for helping me to organize this small party of mine"

"No worries, i know you always want to spend your birthday with the people you loved and besides you're like my kid and i do anything for you" Rick hugged you as he walks away carrying Judith on his arms

Maggie and Glenn organize the decorations, Rosita and Tara for the plates and utensils while you help carol for baking breads and cupcakes. The other members of the group sat on the chairs as they chat on each other.

You stood on Carol's back while holding the cupcakes you have made, asking her

"Carol, Did you see carl yet?"

"Oh i haven't seen Carl since morning maybe he will come soon" Carol smiled at you, holding your shoulders, reassuring you not to worry

"Yeah i hope so cause he promised me" you looked and smiled at Carol as you both continue to bake and chatting other stuffs to each other.

Time fastly passed as you see on your watch it's already 4 in the afternoon yet still no sign of Carl, you started to worry on him

you breathe deep looking at the window

"Where are you Carl...."

While you continue to stare to the window with a worried face but a loud singing made you turned your back and made you forget about your thoughts

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY OUR DEAR Y/N, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU~" The group sang to you happily as they clap their hands. Glenn holds the cake as he stood infront of you, asking you to make a wish.

You glance at the group looking at you happily, this is your only wish, spending your birthday with the one's you loved as you blow the candle on your cake and brightly smile. you still wish carl would come even at the last minute of this party even though you're losing hope

You and the group celebrated your birthday with a blast but every minute of the party you're looking at the door and outside, wishing you will see his presence but it's just air passing you by.

Evening came as everybody leaves the party making their way to their house to rest. You sat on the chair and looked down fidgeting your fingers. The feeling of disappointment towards carl crippled you.

Maybe you're not just important to him that's why.

When you closed your door there's someone sneaked their hands and pulled you seeing it's carl with a gift on his hands

You dropped your hands as you ignore him and continue to walk thru the kitchen

"The party's over do you see right?"

"I'm sorry y/n, I'm sorry there's just an emergency because the new girl here bumped her head and i was the one to see her so i took her on the clinic" carl said with his eye couldn't stare at you, putting his hat down

"It's okay carl i understand i know you don't care about me at all, I'm sorry if i pushed myself into you even though i already know" you looked away as you stopped your tears to fall down from this moment

"Y/n it's not that, i always cared for you, you know that right" carl held your hands touching them softly.

"You cared since when? And i wish you make your promise true and not just words on your mouth" tears falling down as you wipe them with your hands.

"If you only knew i looked silly waiting for you, it's like I'm waiting for a ghost to show up Carl" you stare at him with disbelief, as you leave him there and walked your way to your room

"Y/n i love you so much" carl suddenly hugs you tight but you released yourself on the hug fastly

"Don't touch me! i hate people who can't keep their promises" rolling your eyes, as you open your room and locked it fastly

That's true you know promises are mend to be broken but it still hurt since carl promise it to spend your birthday with you. You understand emergency are prone to happen this time but wishing carl made an effort to go even on a last minute of your party would make you happy instantly

Leaning on the door as you cried and cried, even how much you wanted to hate carl right now you just can't. Even how many times Carl disappoint you or break your heart you still love him no matter what.

You were forever fool for him.

[necros-writing-stuff]

Eden getting virgin PC drunk, taking their virginity so they’re not so reluctant to have sex with them in future…

I'm so sorry but this did make me think Uncle Eden more than canon Eden, so imma make it Uncle Eden.

Warnings for: psuedocest, noncon somno, loss of virginity.

So like. Bailey raises you to be super innocent. Practically a prisoner in your own home. The only phone you grow up with is a flip one that doesn't even connect to the Internet. What you know about sex is from school. You weren't allowed to go out partying with the other kids.

You're so excited to be going off to uni, to finally be leaving and have the freedom to learn about the world now. But first you have to go say bye bye to Uncle Eden, all out alone in the woods.

He's always so sweet whenever he comes over, even if he's really quiet. And sometimes he'd sneak you little sips of his bourbon, scotch or whiskey (whatever dad gave him).

You're set to leave in a few days, but what's the harm in one last trip with Eden? A camp over at his place.

Every thing goes smoothly. You tell him all about how happy you are, even if you feel really nervous, too. He nods along, never much for words anyways. Sometimes he does grumble questions, or sneer when you mention having to apply for things online (or even needing to register for an ID for the library).

The fish you catch together cooks wonderfully with the herbs you foraged. Eden opens up some alcohol he'd been gifted, sharing it between the two of you. Your first real drink, not just a sip.

It really isn't long before you're tipsy. Leaning against Eden as he talks about a strange new trail that had formed along a part of the forest most humans wouldn't go, about how he worried his home might be stumbled upon.

Trying to comfort him, you go in for a hug, kissing his cheek. He seems shocked for just a second, blinking the expression away as you tell him he'd be able to scare anyone who dared tried to hurt him away. He returned your kiss, but his lips landed very close to your own. Just at the little corner. But you must have moved, thrown off his aim.

You keep drinking, safe and comfy next to the fire, until your vision begins blinking in and out. No matter, Uncle Eden picks you up and brings you to bed. Snuggling with him seems amazing, he's so big and warm.

And it is. For a few minutes. Until you feel like you're being tickled. Whatever it is that makes you feel that way, you can't be sure, but it's almost scratchy, like a stubbly beard, making its way down your neck. Nuzzling against the skin of your tummy, your exposed thighs. Where did your clothes go?

Confusion builds, fear not far behind. The adrenaline begins to flow, some clarity coming with it for just a short burst. Uncle Eden sits on his haunches, crowding over your body. You're both naked, you laid on your back, legs pulled open. Something is thrown, landing on the floor with a thud before a slick finger presses against your hole.

That's all you get before the peak fades, and your memories with it.

Eden remembers it all, though. Remembers how he took his time. How he was gentle, how he used lube and makes sure to work you open. To make you relaxed so that you'd feel good.

You were so tight. Your insides were warm, had sucked his cock in like it belonged there. It did belong there, and you belonged here with him, not off in some city with cocaine-snorting roommates that would ruin all that you are.

Even something as simple as kissing your lips, as unresponsive as they were in this moment, was heaven for him. When you'd kissed his cheek earlier he'd wanted nothing more than to just take you then. But he had to have patience. You... you weren't ready. He saw the confusion when he almost kissed you properly.

Eden finishes inside, satisfaction welling up in his chest as he flopped onto what would now be his side of the bed. Because the other side was yours. And he'd be able to wake up every day and feel you right there next to him.

Leaning over, Eden brought the chain and collar out from under the bed where he'd hidden them.

You'd be there. Every day.

[writingbyshiloh]

Dating Micheal Bluth Headcanons

Micheal Bluth x Reader

Word count: 847

AN: MAN I love Michael, I had so much fun writing this. I LOVE the idea of the reader being Gob's magic assistant so I went with that for the start

I LOVE the idea of being Gob's magic assistant and dating Michael!!!! 

You saw an ad for being a magicians assistant and applied to it because of a dare

To your surprise, you got the job! It may have had something to do with Gob saying your good looks would be a distraction 

Gob ended up being a great teacher and helping you understand each trick, actually listening to your input and getting you certified with the magic alliance. Most important he was minimally creepy

You knew about his family from the rants he would go on but you haven't met them

Lucille “hired” (told Michael to hire) Gob and you for a company party

Immeadily you notice the attractive but displeased man in the front

You try to bring him on stage for a trick, which Gob shoots down immediately. After pressing him for the information you learn that the man is indeed Michael. 

Suddenly everything makes a lot more sense

After the show, Michael comes over to tell you what a great performance you did 

You were thirsty after cheering and performing for the hour, which lead to you standing at the bar, trying to flag the bartender for a drink. 

While waiting the man - Michael - leaned against the bar next to you. 

“Hey. I wanted to tell you that you were amazing” he said, turning to face you, and extending a hand. “I’m Michael, Gobs brother” 

You took his hand and introduced yourself.

“I’ve heard a lot about you from Gob. He never told me how good-looking you are” It must have been the excitement from performing, you typically were that bold. You could see a blush creeping up his face. 

After buying you a drink (and you pointing out that it is a company party, he is technically buying all the drinks) you exchange numbers 

Michael is hesitant to get involved because he remembers the last time he got involved with Gob's girlfriend. Gob tells him that you shot Gob down every time he asked you out.

I can't stop thinking about what a romantic Michael is in early season one. Once he gets your number he is brainstorming first date ideas to make it perfect

Obviously with his family and their problems he has trouble coming up with an idea. You suggest that he comes over to your house for dinner and to get away from his family for it bit. 

You open the door, excitement and nerves churning in your stomach. On the other side is Michael, holding a dozen roses in one hand and a nice bottle of wine in the other. You feel your face break into a grin and dramatically sweep your arm to welcome him inside. 

Honestly, I think he wouldn't spend the night the first time. The dinner was great, and you definitely enjoyed the wine and the conversation. There would definitely be some kissing but he would leave before anything serious happened

From then on, he tried to spend any free time with you, which is not a lot. You would bring him lunch when he was too busy to leave the office and sit and chat with him. Definitely would have a sneaky makeout session in his office

I can't stop thinking about how you would end up spending the night with him at the model home and scaring Gob the next day by quietly sneaking down and throwing flash paper before appearing. Gob screams while Michael rolls his eyes affectionately

The thing Michael does where he kisses someone and holds their face with both hands 

Michael with the sleeves rolled up (not a hc but I felt it should be included)

He tries to keep you away from the rest of his family at first, but you remind him that you work with/for Gob

Lisney loves you, I feel like she always wanted a sister. The first time Michael brings you to a gathering Lidnesy pulls you aside and talks to you the whole evening - about everything. She's Michaels's twin so she knows how happy you make him, but she also knows every embarrassing thing he has ever done. She also loves having someone for "girl talk" about her attempt at an open relationship 

You've met Lucille from being Gob's magic assistant but she seems pleased that you are dating Michael. She tells you that it's been too long and it's good that he got himself out there. 

The last member of the family is George Michael. Michael cares deeply for his son and wants to be sure that you will be in his life for a while before you two meet. 

Overall Michael is a caring and supportive partner who cares for you 

Especially once he considers you family. From then on, he will do ANYTHING you need. You are both lying down in bed but do you want a glass of water? He is already running the tap. Do you want to go to a restaurant? He already has the restorations made. 

[w3ath3r-0f-sw34t3rz]

lyrics that only a tortured poet could write

(pt 1 because)

and i love you, it's ruining my life

and who's gonna hold you like me? // and who's gonna know you, if not me?

once i fix me // he's gonna miss me

for a moment i knew cosmic love

i saw, in my mind, fairy lights through the mist

i stopped CPR, after all, it's no use // the spirit was gone, we would never come to

i'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free

stitches undone // two graves, one gun

and you say i abandoned the ship // but i was going down with it

and my friends said it isn't right to be scared // every day of a love affair // every breath feels like rarest air // when you're not sure if he wants to be there

you swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?

i just learned these people only raise you to cage you

i'm havin' his baby" // no, i'm not, but you should see your faces

i'll tell you somethin' 'bout my good name // it's mine alone to disgrace // i don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing

god save the most judgmental creeps // who say they want what's best for me // sanctimoniously performing soliloquies i'll never see // thinkin' it can change the beat of my heart when he touches me // and counteract the chemistry and undo the destiny

if all you want is gray for me // that's just white noise, that's just my choice

my friends tried, but i wouldn't hear it // watch me daily disappearing // for just one glimpse of his smile

well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time // yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine

so i did my best to lay to rest // all of the bodies that have ever been on my body // and in my mind, they sink into the swamp // is that a bad thing to say in a song?

am i allowed to cry? ... am i bad or mad or wise?

one slip and fallin' back into the hedge maze // oh, what a way to die

what if i roll the stone away? // they're gonna crucify me anyway

they don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly // i choose you and me religiously

if you wanted me dead, you should've just said // nothing makes me feel more alive

so i leap from the gallows and i levitate down your street // crash the party like a record scratch as i scream // "who's afraid of little old me?" // you should be

is it a wonder i broke? let's hear one more joke // then we could all just laugh until i cry

i was tame, i was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean // "don't you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth"

so tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is? // then say they didn't do it to hurt me, but what if they did? // i wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me // you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me // so all you kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs // i'm always drunk on my own tears, isn't that what they all said? // that i'll sue you if you step on my lawn // that i'm fearsome and i'm wretched and i'm wrong // put narcotics into all of my songs // and that's why you're still singin' along

you caged me and then you called me crazy // i am what i am 'cause you trained me

the smoke cloud billows out his mouth // like a freight train through a small town

but your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger // i can fix him, no, really, i can // and only i can

who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames if we know the steps anyway?

i thought i was better safe than starry-eyed

still alive, killing time at the cemetery // never quite buried

a con man sells a fool a get-love-quick scheme

what we thought was for all time was momentary

you cinephile in black and white // all those plot twists and dynamite

i wish i could unrecall // how we almost had it all

dancing phantoms on the terrace // are they second-hand embarrassed that i can't get out of bed 'cause something counterfeit's dead?

it was legendary // it was momentary // it was unnecessary

oh, what a valiant roar // what a bland goodbye // the coward claimed he was a lion

"i'll never leave, nevermind"

our field of dreams engulfed in fire // your arsons match your somber eyes

and i'll still see it until i die // you're the loss of my life

there in her glittering prime // the lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night

lights, camera, bitch, smile // even when you wanna die

breaking down, i hit the floor // all the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting, "more"

i cry a lot, but i am so productive, it's an art // you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart

i can hold my breath // i've been doin' it since he left // i keep finding his things in drawers // crucial evidence i didn't imagine the whole thing

you hung me on your wall // stabbed me with your push pins

were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? // did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

i would've died for your sins, instead, i just died inside

and you deserve prison, but you won't get time // you'll slide into inboxes and slip through the bars

you kicked out the stage lights, but you're still performing

and in plain sight you hid // but you are what you did // and i'll forget you, but i'll never forgive // the smallest man who ever lived

'cause the sign on your heart // said it's still reserved for me // honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

this happens once every few lifetimes

all your life, did you know // you'd be picked like a rose?

this town is fake, but you're the real thing // breath of fresh air through smoke rings

crowd goes wild at her fingertips // half moonshine, a full eclipse

the crown is stained, but you're the real queen // flesh and blood amongst war machines // you're the new God we're worshipping // promise to be dazzling

beauty is a beast that roars down on all fours // demanding more

it's hell on earth to be heavenly

you look like Taylor Swift in this light, we're lovin' it // you've got edge, she never did

[wayward-lives]

Prompt list

Hey guys! This is all the prompts I had in my writing folder that I never got around to writing anything for. Some of them are just a couple of words or sentences, while others are absolute monsters. If any of you wanna do something based on one of these prompts, go for it! I'd love it if you tagged me or let me know, just so I can read/see where you've gone with it <3

"How about you take me out back and I don't call you tomorrow?" "How about I take you home after and you sneak out when I'm asleep?" // "You make a habit of sneaking around behind buildings?" "Last time I did, I fucked a cute guy. Maybe I'll get lucky again."

Nymph Bucky falls in love with a hiker who walks through his woods

Post WS. Bucky is in SHIELD custody and doesn’t remember Steve, but he remembers Natasha from the Red Room when she was a child

Vet Bucky. Steve is running from New York after the Snap and he hits a dog and brings it into Bucky's clinic

Bucky doesn't do relationships, but Steve keeps seeing him for sex and Bucky falls in love - friends with benefits (what's love got to do with it - Tina Turner)

College AU - Bucky is an international student who's paired with Steve's roommate Sam

Steve and Bucky are close friends, Steve is complaining one night about how annoying hook-up culture is, and Bucky suggests a FWB situation. Bucky's been in love with Steve for years and it's only when they start sleeping together that Steve realises that he feels the same way

Bucky recognises Steve during their fight on the bridge

Bucky and Steve had broken up, but they keep sleeping together whenever they run into each other

Shrunkyclunks: nurse Bucky works at Stark tower

"just friends who have sex sometimes and live together" where Bucky and Steve don't realise they're dating

Winter Soldier Steve/civilian Bucky

Pirate AU - Bucky's dad is a fisherman who takes Bucky out on trips. One day when Bucky's twelve, they're taken by the crew of the HYDRA, run by Captain Pierce. Pierce kills Bucky's father and keeps Bucky as a slave. Several years later the captain from a rival ship (Steve) is captured by Pierce and he and Bucky fall in love

A/B/O post-winter soldier where the mask doesn't come off and the WS is brought into custody at Avengers tower by Natasha, and Steve falls in love with him without knowing he's his long-lost mate

Steve survives the war but Bucky still falls off the train. In the 50's the Winter Soldier has a mission in New York and on his way is spotted by Rebecca Barnes's daughter, who's eight and has been told all about her uncle Buck. The daughter finds it so amazing that this total stranger looks exactly like uncle Buck and pulls him along to meet Rebecca, who has a breakdown and persuades the Winter Soldier to come home with her. The Winter Soldier just kinda goes along with it because nobody's ever been nice to him and this lovely woman has promised him meatloaf and pie and for some reason he knows that he really likes meatloaf and pie. Becca calls up Steve and the Winter Soldier moves in with Steve because Becca can't look after her amnesiac brother on top of two kids and a third on the way

Big Eden Shrinkyclinks AU

I hope it's warm in hell, because darling I hate the cold

My dreams look like you - Steve and Bucky used to be best friends during high school but lost contact when Steve moved away - they meet again at a mutual friend's party when Steve moves back home

Steve and Bucky used to be together and are both masked vigilantes. They have a bit of a rivalry going but the fun kind where they both kinda wanna fuck. Neither of them know who the other is.

Post WS - Steve and Sam move back to NY to be closer to the other avengers. Sam starts noticing someone following him and watching him and he soon realizes it’s Bucky. Sam starts gently trying to get Bucky to interact with him and starts buying him sweet pastries. Soon Bucky becomes more comfortable and lets Sam help him recover as long as Sam doesn’t tell Steve

(NSFW) Steve is a knight who often visits a manor house where a disgraced Lady lives. The Lady was disgraced for her promiscuous and sexual appetites, but she's comfortably set up in the Manor. Steve visits because the Manor's on a path he travels often, and it's one of the only places to rest for the night. The Lady always sends a group of her servants to service her guests, and Steve is used to this by now. Bucky is a new servant who works in the kitchen who's sent to Steve's chambers with food, and he sits by Steve's bed and hand-feeds him as Steve is serviced. Steve never takes his eyes off Bucky. Each time Steve visits after that, they manage to see each other

Bucky chooses to forget Steve and has his memory erased, because it’s too painful for him to be around Steve when he thinks that Steve doesn’t love him. A few years later Steve picks Bucky up in a bar and pretends not to know him

Prompt: My husband thinks that our parents arranged this marriage. We’ve been married for ten years now, and for ten years he has thought this. I’m not sure how to tell him that my parents wanted me to marry his older brother but I fell in love with the younger brother (my husband) so I pretended to be my parents and sent his parents a letter asking for his hand in marriage. And then the wedding invitations were being made, and it was too late for my parents to do anything. And I was very happily married to my Husband, but he courted me for two years after our marriage not knowing that I was already in love with him.

Steve falls for vet nurse and animal lover Bucky despite being allergic to pretty much all household pets and trying to hide it

Shrunkyclunks - a few dates in Steve tells Bucky he's Captain America, but Bucky doesn't believe him and thinks he's delusional. He doesn't tell Steve he doesn't believe him and has a moral crisis about whether or not he should be dating someone with such strong "delusions". Steve just thinks he's hit the jackpot with supportive boyfriends.

Pirate Captain Bucky captures Navy Captain Steve from his ship and holds him for ransom (very homoerotically) (steve is confused and horny)

Steve is a warrior in his village who's come down with a mysterious illness. The townspeople send him to the "evil" witch who lives in the forest to see if he can be healed

Weird a/b/o

Hardly any Queen Omegas, those who are a threat to national security. Bucky is the WS working to murder hydra and Steve is sent to take the same hydra base that the WS targets

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Deathloop Slab only: Day 2 (technically 3)

So uh, I didn't write down what I did in game yesterday, and I was high as fuck so I hardly remember what I did either, so you'll just get the cliff notes

-I got the Flicker upgrade for Aether

-I got every base slab that I didn't already have

-I all but finished Space invader

-I finished Devouring of the Lambs and Lost in Transmission

-I got the unique sniper

Day 3

I wanted to finish Radio Silence as soon as possible today mainly for plot reasons but also because I wanted the purple quality PT spiker that tags enemies, the last of the horizon stations I need to do is the one in Karl's bay so I have to spend the morning in The Complex (I didn't try the wake up challenge again).

This trip to the complex was very eventful but I don't have the patience to give you a minute by minute transcript so basically I'd fuck up and fail stealth, successfully sneak away, then fuck up again for like 20 minutes. Anyway I only sent power to Karl's Bay since I don't think it does anything but unlock the Horizon doors.

I wanted to go to Karl's bay next but you can't go at noon for some reason, so instead I went to Fristad Rock to kill Fia again, she spotted me when I opened the door to her... round room thing. Which really showed me how useful that gun is going to be in this challenge. And I got Withdrawal which gives me power every time I get a kill while Havoc is active, it can basically make me immortal for an indefinite amount of time.

But in the afternoon I actually have three things to do Karl's Bay, first I collect the Earworm upgrade for Fugue which isn't really that good, then I find frank's fireworks to properly start The Ballad of Ramblin' Frank. Finally I go to the Horizon station and have a conversation with a past, present or future version of myself (the lore is weird, I might do a video/long tumblr post about it). I also collect the password and the tagging nail gun

I spend the Evening in Updaam, first going to the RAK and learning I need to kill every visionary but Julianna in order to get to Julianna to kill her by having another conversation with another version of myself (again, the lore and story is weird), finally completing Radio Silence. I then go to Otto's workshop to find it burned down, oh no if only I could have done something to prevent this tragedy from happening. Then I finally go to Aleksis' party to kill him again. tip for finding Aleksis: he is the only person at the party with two exemplar Limp 10s which are easily noticeable since they're orange. I turn off the chocolate tap to draw him into the cellar where I murder him and collect Zone which is a decent upgrade for Karnesis. Julianna invaded somehow even though I turned off invasions.

The next morning I go to Updaam again because I remembered that this game is about a time loop so I could just stop the fire before it happens, so I do that and comeback to Updaam again at noon to get the password for Franks fireworks and I collet Reach from Charlie by crashing his Among Us larp party. I go Karl's Bay, thankfully collect Discord from the collector and stealth kill him for the first time in my time playing this game, and sabotage Frank's fireworks to finish The Ballad of Ramblin' Frank. I go to The Complex in the evening and collect Ghost which is good for normal stealth gameplay but because of my current playstyle it isn't all that good. this was probably the shortest day I've played in deathloop, that might just be because I actually planned the whole loop that time

Thought's on Flicker:

I never used Flicker much in regular gameplay but it is actually very useful since it's like havoc but no one knows where you are, so outside of one situation it's better in general.