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allthesmutl0vers · 2 months ago

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Hi! I have a request if you accept.

George and the reader have been dating (sort of secretly) for a while now. The reader is someone who falls outside the typical, generic Slytherin image. She is kind and calm (well, mostly). Until some of her rude bully friends started messing with George, his family and this 'blood traitor' thing about the Weasley name. This is a definite turning point. The reader definitely proves to everyone that she is truly a Slytherin. She shows her scary and cruel side to those who deserve it. From now on, no one will mess with the ones she loves, she can do anything for the guy she loves. Possessive and protective. George's jaw drops... and after all this they may need to find some privacy.

Oo! I love this idea!!😃 Thank you so much for sending it to me 💗Let me see what I can do. Sorry this took me a day to get to, love.

MDNI, NSFW, 18+.

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Pairing: George Weasley x F!Reader

Word Count: 2,959

Summary: Nobody in Slytherin could ever imagine being caught dead with someone from another house, let alone from Gryffindor. Nobody but you, at least. You've always kept to yourself, especially when it comes to your relationship with a certain Weasley twin. Everyone, including even your friends, wonders how you ended up in Slytherin. When those same friends go too far with their deplorable insults, you decide to show them exactly why you were sorted into Slytherin.

TW: Bullying, Name calling, Violence, Smut (P! in V! -You're on birth control), Oral (F! Receiving), Praise, Possessive!George, Protective!George, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Breeding adjacent?- Not sure about this last tw, lmk in the comments if that's what it is.

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"I'm just saying, this school has gone to the dogs," Pansy huffs. "I mean, seriously, how could Dumbledore think having a werewolf as a professor is a good idea?"

"It was last year, Pansy. Get over it," I mutter as I try to focus on my book. She's nice enough, but I swear to Merlin, she can never just sit in silence. And when she can't think of anything to talk about, she somehow finds a way to talk shit about someone else.

"Didn't peg you for a half-breed sympathizer," pansy quips, leaning back on her hands as we sit in the courtyard.

I roll my eyes, cursing myself for saying anything at all. Because now I'm sucked into a conversation I never wanted to be a part of. "I could say the same thing to you. Isn't your family currently harboring Greyback?" I ask with a raised brow over my book.

"Hush up about that, will you?" Pansy asks as she looks around the courtyard in a panic. "Nobody is supposed to know."

I do my best to ignore her, trying to go back to my book. But when I see George Weasley come into the courtyard with his twins and a band of Gryffindors, and a mix of the other two houses, I can't pull my eyes away.

I watch as he pulls something out of his pocket. It lights up like a sparkler, and he begins to toss it back and forth with Fred while the others around them 'oo' and 'ahh.' Probably the Whiz-Bangs he was telling me about in our last little rendezvous in the room of requirement, a new invention that they've been working on. His eyes meet mine and he smiles, biting the corner of his lower lip as he catches it again.

I smile back, wishing more than anything that I could just go up and be with him publicly. George has mentioned wanting to go public with our relationship, but being a Slytherin princess makes it a little more than difficult.

Going back generations, all of my family has been sorted into Slytherin. And although my parents are a little more progressive than most Slytherin alumni, they've made it clear how they feel about me dating outside of my house.

"Ugh, look them over there. Tossing around that garbage," Pansy huffs, annoyed.

Before I can say anything, she's already up and walking over with Daphne Greengrass. Shit. I stand up, too, and walk behind them as we approach the small circle that has started to form around Fred and George. "Hey!" Pansy shouts, shoving her way through.

Fred and George look between me and Pansy with confused looks and a knot of nerves forms deep in my stomach. "What do you want, Parkinson?" Fred bites back.

"Surprised you managed to slither your way out of the dungeon," George adds with a smirk.

Pansy crosses her arms over her chest with a huff. "How dare you talk to me like that," she spits at them with a venom-laced tone. "I'm just shocked you managed to actually make something. Aren't you failing nearly everything? What's up? Weasley's can't afford a tutor?" She quips.

My fists clench at my sides. It's not fair to blame the children for parents not making more money. Especially when they're the kindest people in the world. I watch George's jaw tick with annoyance. "Better than sucking dick to get a good grade. Or were you on your knees in front of Snape for another reason?" George fires back.

I purse my lips to keep myself from smiling. Nobody is supposed to know that except for me, but the look on Pansy's face makes it well worth telling George about.

Pansy's face turns bright red as everyone around us gasps and starts whispering among themselves. "Shut up," she seethes with anger. She turns to me, and I see her nostrils flare. She knows I had to be the one who told him. "How fucking dare you?" She spits at me. "You promised not to tell anyone. And you tell that filthy fucking blood traitor?!" She practically screams.

Something inside of me snaps, and I look over at George, who is already drawing his wand. I shake my head softly before turning back to Pansy. "Actually, he just guessed. You just outed yourself," I quip, taking a step closer to her. "And don't fucking talk about him like that," I snap at her.

"You're defending him?!" She gasps, pointing to George. "You're a Slytherin, for Merlin's sake. Have some fucking class," she says with disgust. "Talking with blood traitors," she shakes her head. "What would your parents say?"

Everyone around us falls silent. I've never talked this much. Most of these people have probably never heard me talk at all. "You're one to talk about class, Parkinson," I step closer to her. "Your family is so fucking inbred it's a miracle you're even able to write your name."

Pansy begins to shake with anger as she draws her wand, and I draw mine, too, holding it at my side. "You disgust me. The fact you can call yourself a Slytherin with that filthy mud-blood of a mother is beyond me," she snaps. "And defending a blood traitor to top it off?" She scoffs with disgust.

I grip my wand tight. "Say blood traitor one more time, and I'll remind you just how much of a Slytherin I am."

Pansy clenches her jaw before she opens her mouth. "Blood-"

"Flipendo!" I flick my wand, throwing Pansy back five feet and making her land on her ass. Everyone laughs, including Fred and George.

Pansy stands up in a hurry, brushing off her skit as she aims her wand at me. "Locomotor Wibbly!" she flicks her wand at me, casting the jelly-legs jinx.

George steps in front of me, dodging the jinx with a wave of his wand. "That's enough!" He yells, making everyone fall silent again. Fred and George don't yell in anger, so it catches everyone, myself included by surprise.

"I got it, Georgie," I say without looking at him as I move to stand in front of him. "Levicorpus!" I jinx Pansy, holding her up in the air by her ankles with a dangle of my wand. She screams, frantically trying to cover herself with her skirt. "Had enough?" I ask her with a bite in my tone.

"Let me down!" She screams as everyone points and laughs at her granny panties. Don't try to jinx someone on laundry day.

"That doesn't sound like an apology," I taunt with a smirk as I turn, waving my wand and Pansy over the fountain, holding her a few inches above the water.

"I'm sorry!" Pansy screams as I feel George put a hand possessively on my waist.

"Don't apologize to me," I taunt, leaning into George's touch. Fuck what anyone says.

Pansy looks at George and Fred, who moves to stand at George's side. "I'm sorry!" She cries with tears falling as she hangs upside down over the fountain.

I smirk and pull my wand back, breaking the invisible rope that holds her upside down and she falls into the fountain with a splash. I walk over to the fountain, leaning over the side. "Don't ever let me hear you say shit about any of them again. Got it?" I spit at her as she drips with water.

Pansy nods without a word, sniffling back her tears. I let out a deep breath and turn to see the large crowd that gathered as I dueled with Pansy. "Show's over," I tell them all as I walk up to George.

"Damn, didn't know you had that in you," Fred jokes, running a hand through his red hair.

I huff a laugh. "You know what they say about the quiet ones," I smirk. "I couldn't let her stand there and talk shit about you guys or your family," I tell them both before turning to look up at George. "Let alone my boyfriend," I say softly, admitting what we are aloud for the first time.

George smiles wide and pulls me into his chest. "Finally ready to admit it, huh?" He chuckles, the vibration of it reverberating against my chest as I wrap my arms around his waist.

"Maybe," I shrug and smile looking up into his eyes.

George bites his lip and leans down to my ear, his breath sending pleasurable shivers down my spine as he speaks softly in my ear. "As much as I would love to show you off right now, I need you."

My thighs clench at his words as he pulls back to look into my eyes. "Room of requirement?" I tease.

"That or I take you right here, show everyone who you belong to. But better decide quick, angel."

I chuckle and roll my eyes. "Room of requirement it is."

George leads me through the castle with his hand wrapped tightly around mine, and for the first time, I don't mind giving people a glimpse into my personal life. All of the whispers about George Weasley being with a Slytherin girl roll right off of my back. They don't matter. All that matters right now is getting to where we're going and George blowing my back out.

The door to the room of requirement opens and we walk inside to see the usual lay it that it knows we need.

A bed along the wall, with the silkiest sheets I have ever felt in my life, a small bathroom to clean up in, and a table with a chair. Not really sex up for sex. It appears to be for a student who needs their own room for the night. But it's perfect for what we need it for.

George kisses me as he walks me backward to the bed. The back of my knees hit the bed, and he lifts me up by my thighs without missing a beat. George lays me back on the bed, my head landing on the pillow as he kneels between my thighs.

I moan as George kisses down my jaw, trailing kisses to the sweet spot behind my ear and down my neck, nipping and sucking the tender skin as the blood beneath his lips rushes through my veins.

George props himself up with one arm as his free hand slides up my thigh, gripping it tightly right at the apex. "I've waited so long to make you mine," he groans as my hands work to unbutton his pants between us.

"I was already yours," I breathe as I get his pants undone.

George's fingers slide my panties to the side as he runs his fingers through my folds, landing on my clit and eliciting a moan to leave my lips. "But now everyone knows you belong to me," he moans softly as I pull his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock and pump it in my hand.

"My parents are going to lose their fucking minds," I moan when he inserts two fingers inside of me as his thumb works my clit.

George smirks and leans down to press a kiss to my lips. "Then you can stay with me and mine," he says like a promise. "Let them lose it, I'll be your shield."

I flip us over so I'm straddling his hips, grinding myself down on him. "Careful, Georgie. Or else I might start to think you're in love with me," I tease as I unbutton my shirt and toss it aside.

George sits up, his chest flush with mine as I straddle him. He reaches around me, kissing my chest as he removes my bra. "Would that be such a bad thing, angel?" George teases as he takes one of my nipples in his mouth and starts to suck, nipping the sensitive peak with his teeth.

My head falls back as my fingers run through his hair, pulling him back, and he releases my nipple with a 'pop.' "Only if you don't mean it," I moan softly.

George groans with pleasure. He removes the rest of our clothes with a flick of his wand and impales me on his hard, waiting cock, making me gasp loudly. "Does it feel like I mean it?" He growls, his hand wrapping around to the back of my hair and pulling my head back.

I lift myself up and thrust back down on him, taking him deep inside of me. "Fuck, yes," I moan.

George grips my hip with a bruising force as he works me on top of him. "Then say it. Say you love me," he demands in a husky voice.

"I love you," I moan as he releases his grip on my hair just enough for me to meet his gaze. "Fuck, I love you, George."

George moans as his hand moves from my hair to the back of my neck, pulling me down with him as he lays back and thrusts his hips into mine. "God, I love you, too," he moans. "Such a good girl for me," he groans as his free hand lands on my ass with a hard smack.

I gasp and moan as the sting slowly melts into pleasure, and he does it again. "Yes, George," I pant as he thrusts up into me with a brutal pace.

George flips us, removing his cock from me and diving between my thighs. He throws my legs over his shoulders, and he holds my hips down, and his tongue lands on my clit. "Fuck!" I cry out as my hands grip his hair. "George!"

George uses his fingers to hold my folds apart, opening me up more for him, lapping at my clit with his whole tongue, and shaking his head, threatening to send me right over the edge. My legs clamp around his face, and he moans right onto my clit, adding vibration to top everything else off. The overstimulation is too much, and my fingers tug at his hair, desperate to be free and also not wanting him to stop what he's doing.

"G-G-George!" I cry out with a whimper as my legs start to shake around his head. "Please!"

George grips my thighs from underneath and pushes them up to my chest. "Don't interrupt my meal," he warns me with a dark gaze. "Now keep those fucking legs up."

I hold the metal bedframe above my head with a white-knuckled grip, and George keeps my legs pushed up to my chest. "You wanna cum, angel?" George teases me as he flicks my clit with an annoying soft touch with his tongue.

"Yes, George, please," I beg helplessly as my back arches.

"Then do it. Cum on my face like the good girl you are for me," he taunts before his tongue laps at my clit again. His words and his tongue send me over the edge. My toes curl, and my back and neck arch so far I'm scared they'll break, but I can't bring myself to care if they do.

After George rides me through my orgasm, he leans over me, lines himself up with my entrance, and thrusts into me harshly. "Fuck!" I moan loudly as he leans down to nip at my neck.

"You look so beautiful with my cock buried inside of you," he moans as he holds my thighs. "Think you can cum for me again, angel?"

I shake my head. "I- I can't," I moan pathetically, already feeling another one build. I grips his wrists as his hands hold my thighs up to my chest.

"Mm, I think you can," he teases. He knows I can. He does this every time. It's a game to us, I tell him I can't cum again, and he drags another one out of me. He punctuates with another hard thrust, and I swear I can feel him in my guts with the angle he's fucking me. "Hands on the bedframe," he demands.

I reach above my head, gripping the metal bedframe again. "Such a good girl for me," George moans as he pulls my legs up to rest on his shoulders and leans down, forcing me to take him deeper. "Want me to fill you up, angel?" He teases.

"Yes, fuck, yes!" I moan loudly as he fucks me hard.

"Beg for it," George says sternly, slowing his thrusts to a teasing pace.

I whimper underneath him, keeping my hands above my head. "Please, Georgie. Please fill me with your cum," I beg pathetically, the way he can make me.

"Fuck, I love hearing you beg," George moans as his thrusts quicken again, slamming into me harder.

The tether inside of me begins to fray, ready to snap once again. "George, I'm gonna cum again," I pant with a moan as my eyes roll back.

One of George's hands grips the back of my neck. "Me too, angel. Eyes up, baby," he demands as his thrusts begin to stagger.

My hands leave the bedframe, gripping his arms as he thrusts into me again, and our orgasms hit at the same time. The room a symphony of moans, pants, and a mix of each other's names. Once we ride out our highs, George lays down next to me on the bed, letting out a heavy breath as he pulls me to his side, my head resting on his shoulder. Fuck the last class of the day, and fuck whatever consequences that come from us not being careful as we snuck in here together.

And a big 'fuck you' to my parents if they have anything negative to say when they hear about my relationship. They can get fucked, because I know I will be.

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nushy · 2 years ago

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queen of the damned.

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader (she is a vampire)

summary: i made Eddie a vampire, because there was a vampire lady that liked him. sorry.

warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) a lot of spelling and grammar errors (sorry, english is not my native language and i didn't proof read it), blood, sex (p in v), cursing, swearing, idk, but it's smut so... yeah.

word count: 2.7K

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The girl walked nervously in the little cabin. It was mostly dark, only few candles here and there.

“Hello?” she spoked quietly. Somewhere from the opposite corner there was a faint noise. ‘’Who’s there?” she asked.

“What is a beautiful girl like you doing here?” the girl couldn’t see who was speaking, but the voice was sweet, almost too sweet, like it was a cover up for something evil, out of this world.

“I’m looking for Y/N. Heard she could help me.”

“Ahh.. so you are looking for the witch.” the last word came out like a hiss. “Well, you found me.” The person in front of the girl was… was not what she was expecting from someone famous for being a witch. She was beautiful. She was graceful. Somehow tempting. “So, sweetheart, what do you want from me. I can give you everything. Of course, for a certain price.”

“Yeah, I know. I have money. I want… I want a boy. He is… I want him to love me like I love him.” the girl spoke shyly. She knew what she was asking for was somehow forbidden, that’s why she came to the witch.

“Oh, a love spell. I will need a picture of this boy and… your blood.” suddenly the witch was so close to the girl’s face that she should be nervous, but it was like she was hypnotized – she couldn’t take her eyes off of the woman.

“Blood? My blood?” she stuttered. “And what about the-the money?”

“No money, darling, just blood.” her warm breath was on the girl’s face, smelling like cherries. Shivers walked down her spine. She really should be scared, but why is that she is so calmed and relaxed?

“Oo-okay. Here’s the picture.” she took out of her pocket some photos from a photo booth of her and a charming metalhead with big smile and even bigger dark eyes.

“Ah, beauty, isn’t he? Can see why you want him to love you.” the woman’s grin grew bigger. Now, in the dark room, she almost looked like a predator. “But first, the payment. Give me your hand, darling.” she held out her left hand, waiting. The girl slowly put her hand in the woman’s, waiting, not knowing what will happen. Suddenly the woman took out a knife and made a small cut in her wrist, the blood started dripping in a small bowl underneath. The girl watched dizzily, it was as if she was not there, as if she was watching a horror movie. The woman let go of her arm and took the bowl, moving it to her lips. Then she drank the blood. It was… terrifying. The sound itself could drive a person insane. “Perfect, darling, so tasty. Sweet, aren’t you? Too bad I will kill you.”

“What?” was all the girl could say, as the woman changed right before her. Her eyes were black, only black, nothing else. Dark shadows underneath them. And when she opened her mouth, a new set of teeth was there – sharper one, her fangs long and sharp.

“You saved me, pretty one. I needed that blood so I could escape this prison and you, dummy, came here like a tasty little dinner.” The woman was so close to the girl that it was like she would kiss her any second now. Her hand on the girl’s waist, stopping her from running. “Now I can go out there and find your cute little boy. I liked him. Do you know how long ago was when I was last with a man. Ah… I bet things have changed. Now, try not to scream too much.” those were the last words the girl heard, before the woman bit her on the neck, her long fangs causing a lot of pain but at the same time… it was nice, almost erotic. The girls moaned, the woman smiled. “There you go, sweety, give me everything you have, your life, your memories.” Not long before her blood was completely dried out, the girl tried to fight, to scream, but the woman was already too strong. She dropped the lifeless body on the dirty floor, wiping the few drops of blood from the corners of her mouth.

“Now, let’s find that Eddie boy, shall we.” she smiled and for the first time in few decades, left the cabin.

…

You were sitting in this place, this godforsaken place, looking at the band playing in front of you. There he was, even more beautiful than the photo. Messy long hair, those big doe eyes, brown like a hot chocolate, soft pink lips and that tongue that he was randomly sticking out when he was a bit more concentrated. He didn’t look like the men that you knew, nothing alike. Not the face, the hair, the clothes. Yes, everything has changed, but that was the beauty of the world, it changed. Not you, you could never change. You took a big sip of the whiskey. Mm, the whiskey hasn’t changed too. Eddie looked at you, as you were sitting in the table next to the stage. You smiled at him, and that perfection of a man blushed. The rush of blood to his face made your mouth water. You wandered if he was as sweet as he looked. Maybe even sweeter? Hopefully, you would find out really soon.

“Eddie knew all of the guests that would come and drink at the Hideout. Men, in their forties and fifties, tired after work. They would barely listen to what his group was playing, but it was a start of some sort. But this evening was different. There, at the table next to the stage, was someone new. Someone who Eddie has never seen in town.

The woman, the girl – Eddie wasn’t sure of her age, as she looked both really young and really old at the same time. At first he thought she was like… 20 or 25, but there was something in her eyes that made her look 40 or even older. But, God, she was gorgeous. She was so out of place there with her long black dress, that it was almost painful. Eddie was shy, he would never speak to someone that looked like her, but tonight he has smoked a bit too much and he could feel a sudden rush of confidence. So, after the gig was over, he grabbed a beer and sat next to the stranger.”

Ah, the poor boy came to you like a bee to honey. He sat nervously, almost falling from the chair, which made you giggle. He blushed even more than before.

“Hi.” he said, trying to sound confident, but still failing.

“Hello. I liked your band, you sound… interesting.” you could not find the words, as this was a music far beyond your knowledge.

“T-thanks, glad you liked it. I-I’m Eddie by the way. Eddie Munson.” – he held out his hand for a shake. You grabbed it lightly, knowing that he could feel the coldness of your skin.

“I’m Y/N.” you smiled. You did have last name, but you have long forgotten it. Hell, you were not even sure if this was your real name as you have changed so many over the years. Suddenly, you didn’t want to be here anymore, the atmosphere was oppressing. “You want to go somewhere… secluded? It’s too loud here.” Eddie gulped. You could see on his face that he was not expecting this. You could not wait anymore, an animal need was burning inside of you, so you grabbed his hand and stood up quickly. “Come on, pretty boy, tonight you are mine.” He could not disobey; it was like you’ve put a spell on him. Now that you were standing up, he could see how beautiful you really were – like an angel, walking the earth.

“We.. we can go to my place. My.. my uncle is working so we will be alone.” he was still stuttering. How cute, you thought.

“Perfect, gorgeous, you lead.” you said, still holding his hand. And that is how you both walked out of the bar.

…

You were in his small bedroom. He wanted to lit a joint, because he was feeling nervous. He did not say it, but you could feel it. Were you the first girl that has been in his bedroom? You smiled at the thought.

“Hey, pretty boy, can you put on some music. Something you like.” you said, trying to sound as sweet as you could. And he did. It was some band you’ve never heard, the style was unknown too, but you kinda liked it. It suited him well, a bit chaotic, but still good. You watched his every move – how his fingers rolled the joint, his tongue popped out. The rings on his fingers shining from the light. “Mm, I think it’s getting hot in here.” and you rolled up your black dress. It was easy, as you were laying on his bed. He could not take his eyes off of you – he saw the tribal tattoos on your legs – tattoos that you’ve long forgotten about.

“Those are cool.” he said, pointing at the ink. “I’ve got some of my own.” he tried to sound casual, but it was obvious how nervous he was.

“Then show me, handsome.” you looked him deep in the eyes. You didn’t want to go easy on him – you’ve spend so many lonely years in that cabin, that you wanted it all and you wanted it now. Eddie could sense all of your impatience, so he quickly took off his shirt, showing his bare chest, covered in ink. You quickly (maybe too quickly) stood up from the bed and were in front of him. “mmm, I like those.” you said as you traced the tattoos with your cold fingers. He took a deep breath at the touch. “You nervous, pretty boy?” you asked, your voice sticky sweet, whispering in his ear. You wanted him. He was all you’ve searched for all those years.

“A little bit.” he answered quietly. You placed your fingers on his chin, making him look into your eyes.

“Don’t be. You will enjoy every second of it.” then you placed your lips on his. It was innocent little kiss, you wanted to see if he would move back, but he didn’t. Instead, suddenly more confident than ever, he grabbed your waist and pulled you to him. You let out a sigh. “Good boy.” you said, as you pulled away for a moment to look at him. He was looking at you with lust. A lust, definitely matching yours. You were kissing again, this time more passionately. He was pulling you towards him, you placed your hands on his shoulders, nails digging in his skin and leaving red marks. Maybe he acted shyly, but he was not doing this now, as his hands quickly moved to your ass, grabbing it and lifting you up. You let out a quiet “ah” as he laid you on his bed, now above you, trying to look dominant.

“Fuck.” he groaned as you sucked on his neck. Oh, yes, he was going to be as sweet as you thought. He grabbed your face, wanting to kiss you again, but as you were kissing, you bit his lip, eager to taste him. Poor thing was so aroused that he didn’t feel a thing. But you could feel it all – those few drops of blood were like a fire on your lips. He was delicious.

“Pretty thing, gonna make you feel so good.” you said as you quickly changed the positions – now he was underneath you, your hands on his chest, once again tracing his tattoos. You could feel him through his jeans – he was hard. You lowered yourself, placing kissed first on his mouth, then his jaw, then his neck. You took your time there – stopping, biting the skin, licking the small drops of blood. You could not help yourself, you let out a moan by the taste of him. “Come here, sweety.” you said, as you stood up, still on top of him, but pulling him into a sitting position. “Wanna taste me, like I tasted you?” he was not there, he was so fucked up that his thoughts were not coherent. He was in the perfect condition. You made a little cut right above you breasts, thick red blood dripping. You grabbed his neck and guided him to your chest, making him suck the blood. It was the ultimate pleasure. At first he was hesitant, but then he pulled you closer, and closer, as he was trying to make you a part of him. It was better than sex. As he was sucking at the spot, you put your mouth on his neck again and sucked there. It was pure pleasure. You buried your nails deep in his skin, causing a loud growl. You could feel him trying to remove your dress, so you guided his hands to the zipper, and then, even tho you didn’t want to, broke the connection to remove the fabric from you. His eyes were darker than before, watching you standing there in nothing but your black panties.

“Do you feel it, Eddie?” you sat on him again, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His answer was just a loud moan, as he searched for that spot again, pushing his lips to the small cut and sucking. Your head fall back, as the pleasure was growing. You could feel how hard he was. Now his hands were on your breast, grabbing them, his fingers pitching your nipples, mouth still not parting form the cut. You didn’t want his neck anymore, so you grabbed his arm and bit his wrist. You sucked, while watching him. The eye contact making you even more horny than before. “I want you to fuck me, pretty boy.” you said and he obeyed. He was completely yours at this point. He started placing little kissed all over your body, as his left hand moved to your clit, rubbing small circles on it. You gasped. Oh, how you needed this.

“What have you done to me?” he asked with raspy voice.

“I made you better, Eddie.” you looked him in the eyes, while slowly grinding on his crotch. “Immortality becomes you, pretty boy.” you traced his face, as his eyes even darker than before, his fangs changing too, as he opened his mouth. But he didn’t say anything, as he also wanted what you wanted – this animal feeling in both of you was burning. With a superhuman strength he ripped off your panties, causing you to smile. You were as quick as him, removing his jeans and boxers in less than seconds. His fingers still working on your clit, but now moving slowly to your entrance. You could feel them inside you in a matter of seconds. Your right hand moved to his member, moving by his length. “Now everything will feel better, Eddie.” you whispered in his ear. Now he was inside you and for the first time in many years, you felt full.

“Y/N” was the only thing he could say, as he was once again sucking on your chest, hands massaging your breasts. You were moving up and down with a steady pace, enjoying every second of it. Once you felt the orgasm nearing you started moving faster, causing Eddie to moan. Once again you bit his neck, bloody marks everywhere around you. It was sexy. The euphoria that it was causing was… it was enough to bring you over the edge. Then you could feel his fingers once again playing with your clit and it was the end of you, as you dug your nails deep in his back and screamed, as you felt the bliss from the orgasm taking over you. Soon after you Eddie came, his movements became sloppier, his hands couldn’t find a place to rest.

“Fuck, Y/N, what have you done to me?” he asked once he got down from his heights. You were both lying on his bed, breathing deeply.

“I made you better, Eddie. I made you immortal.” you explained, as you were holding his hand, playing with his fingers. “Now you can do whatever you want, pretty boy. And now, you are mine.”

@devilcherryhot i was quick with this one <3

#eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fic

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still-a-morosexual-help · 3 years ago

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AAhh I really like 45 it pushed the story along while also being just hilarious and touching and it was just so good!! 46 was just pokemon battles...

OBEY ME! LESSON 45 DETAILED SUMMARY

At breakfast the most of the brothers crowd around MC and ask them how different appliances work, Asmo apologizes for them and then immediately asks MC something as well and well Belphie calls him out on it he says he hasn't been in the human world for a really long time and things have changed. Beel says that the human world progresses so fast that it makes him dizzy and Asmo says maybe it feels like that since the devildom doesn't progress. Lucifer tells MC to get ready to leave once they're done eating (still on the white couches is2g this pisses me off so much) and when MC asks him wtf he says oh yeah forgot you nearly died while Solomon told you about getting a sorcerer's license. MC's got a meeting with Solomon and Beel & Lucifer were asked to come along. Mammon & Asmo protest cause they can't tag along. Belphie says that Beel and Lucifer were probably chosen cause they'll at least appear as mature functioning adults.

They meet up with Solomon in front of the Sorcerer's Society HQ, which according to Solomon is filled with "Pompous Uptight Bureaucrats". It provides assistance to sorcerer's living in the human world and provides them with first a provisional license and then a full license that'll allow them to practice magic as they pls more or less. Lucifer's like; that's great and all but why the fuck are we here. And Solomon tells him that he'll understand when they get inside. Lucifer says that sounds exactly like something someone who was seconds away from causing problems would say and he tells MC to brace themself.

The backgrounds for both these lessons are really good! Right so when they walk in sorcerers start ooing and awing over Beel and Lucifer - they've never seen them irl before, one even wants their autographs. Apparently Solomon's apprentice taming the 7 rulers was believed to be an urban legend?????????? I dunno imagine going from being a normal human to becoming an urban legend amongst sorcerers? Lucifer thinks Solomon brought them along just to boost MC's reputation (ohhh the poor man). Solomon reveals that he isn't on good terms with the society (is it even a surprise?) and being his apprentice would just make things harder for MC and that he established the society with his previous apprentice long ago but they had a falling out and now that apprentice runs the society (is it sad that there's a huge possibility that the falling out could be food related?). Solomon says he brought the brothers as bodyguards for his cute apprentice/charming apprentice/favourite pupil (If he keeps talking like that whoever runs this place is gonna deck MC) since back in the Celestial Realm the two of the were known as "the two greatest champions and protectors of the CR". Beel gets pissed off cause he thinks this means Solomon is putting MC in danger and Solomon says 'lol that's definitely not who I'm putting in danger' and when Lucifer picks up on that and questions Solomon on it he goes 'man look at the time we really gotta go get MC registered WOW'. The dude at the reception uses his staff to etch a magic seal that's the society's crest on to the back of MC's hand (I really feel like you should tell someone beforehand that you're gonna give them what is basically a tattoo? Also cant wait for that butcher to see this and the rest of MC's harem and come to the conclusion that they're in a cult) which consists of 3 staves and 7 stars signifying the 3 Magis who are believed to have invented magical arts and the 7 virtues (is it bad that before i even started om i knew what the 7 sins were but only had a vague knowledge about the 7 virtues? I wouldn't have been able to name them all without this lesson :/ anyway they're humility, generosity, gratitude, patience, chastity, temperance and diligence. Something i really like is that the brothers have all displayed the virtues that directly oppose their sins on a semi regular to regular basis). To get their license apprentuces must earn the seven stars via passing 7 trials with the first of the trials being set and judged by their master. (ok so I assumed each test would focus on a brother and MC'd earn the star that opposes each brother's sin and would pass the test by learning and displaying the virtue of that star. But that isn't what happened here? If anything the test was there to teach Lucifer humility? Is that how it will go? will each test somehow focus on MC helping the brothers learn and display their opposing virtue even though all of them have already displayed this virtue to some extent? I mean I guess the main point of the tests were to show that MC could control the brothers so that makes sense? but even though this test did focus on making Lucifer let go of his pride, the test was about MC learning to control Beel's power and these two lessons are very much focused on Beel so was the star they earned actually temperance? Even though the test didn't have anything to do with that virtue? Ahh i have so many questions about how the stars are earned and neither lesson really clarify it and if anyone wants to come debate about this???)

ANYway Solomon uses a spell to bind Lucifer in place, which pisses Beel off, tho when MC stays calm and just observes what happens Solomon is pleased assessing a situation before taking action is important (Ive had this HC for a while now but solomon is definitely the kinda teacher who throws you into the deep end with just a cryptic warning and watches with a smile as you try to figure out how to not die, if you do something particularly amusing while struggling he'll give you another cryptic hint, occasionally he'll yell out praise with that smile of his even if it looks like you're actively drowning and dying and failing). They start to get an audience while Lucifer threatens Solomon and shifts into his demon form and goes also im still fucking pissed off about that lunch so/ Beel also shifts and threatens Solomon, tho lucifer tells him to stand down cause he wants to murder solomon on his own and that a mere binding spell won't hold him down, Solomon's like Jeez chill it's for MC's exam you fucknugget and Lucifer's like oh shit yeah but you know i'll actually kill you for this later and Solomon's like yeah that's cool and also imma use my powers to make you into the size of a barbie doll and lucifer's like what- MC then proceeds to lose their shit over a tiny blushing Lucifer. MC's test is to keep lucifer safe for 24 hours which would be fine if they you know didn't live with the other 5. which is actually what lucifer says when Beel says it'll be easy if they just stay at home cause home according to lucifer also contains his '5 greatest enemies'. MC's job is to protect Lucifer from them without using any commands on anyone other than beel, and the goal is for them to be able to fully command beel like they did with Asmo in S1 against Henry 1.0. Beel is not allowed to act on his own to protect lucifer and can only act on MC's commands. Beel agrees, Lucifer swears and Solomon asks MC about their confidence levels. MC can promise one of the three of them that they won't mess up. Solomon says he'll stay in the house with them so that he can judge and Lucifer's more or less like; you're having fun aren't you and solomon says Duh.

So they end up at the café where predictably Luke & Simeon end up screaming and laughing at a blushing pissed off mini Luci, Simeon tells him they physically cannot laugh cause of course big scary Lucifer is now in Simeon’s words ‘Teeny-Tiny” & how he’s so cute he wants to keep him in a jar as a pet (God I love this lesson). He says Michael would love to see this and when Lucifer yells at him he completely ignores him to poke his cheek (V Relatable). Luke also wants to join in on the fun but Lucifer is a little bitch to him and as retaliation for scaring their son MC pokes luci on the cheek too. Beel laments about wanting to poke luci on the cheek too and when Solomon tells the others to stop teasing lucifer, luci goes, EXCUSE ME WHOSE FUCKING FAULT IS THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE. Beel notes that luci now smells human. When luke asks about the smelling thing beel says that all 3 species? races? Smell different. Simeon marvels at how much humiliation PrideTM is willing to take cause he’s simping for MC. Luci tells them to shut tf up cause unless they come up with a plan to deal with his hell children they’re probably going to kill him the second he steps foot inside the house. Beel tells MC to use his powers. Luci says they should be able to draw out Beel’s powers like they did Asmo’s in S1. Solomon says since he gave them a power up in S1 simply saying the incantation won’t work this time around and they must first fully understand Beel and his nature to be able to do that. MC has a flashback to the Butcher and his relationship advice and then asks Beel what he thinks they should do to be able to better understand him (while I do think ideally this is the right choice, in context with the other two choices, to me, this is the ONLY choice cause the other two come off as slightly yandere on mc’s part). Beel chooses spending time together via sleepover. But obviously Luci will have to come along and Solomon invites himself along too cause he’s still the judge. Simeon’s sad about not being able to join in and luke is TOTALLY NOT JEALOUS OKAY!?!?

Outside the house Luci, Beel and MC all make pledges like they’re invading enemy territory; Lucifer: Swear you won’t let your guard down. Beel: Swear to protect Lucifer with your life. MC, 100% seriously: I Swear. Solomon: Are yall fucking serious??? These are your fucking brothers???? You practically raised them??? Lucifer: Have you ever actually met my brothers???? Beel: You legit think they won’t give up their lives just to fuck with lucifer for a day? When Solomon asks what lucifer ever did to make them hate him so much he says he doesn’t know. And look while “locking me up in the fucking attic for a whole year”, “not acknowledging that you’re actually my father and taking some fucking responsibility” and “blaming every minor inconvenience in your life on my very existence” are all very valid reasons none of them actually hate him right, cause I mean using every chance you get to fuck with your siblings is just part of being a sibling? Which is what Beel and MC both tell Lucifer. Lucifer doesn’t believe them and actually seems sad about it. Solomon said “while I do find the complicated interpersonal dynamics of your family fascinating” my ass is freezing out here. …Do you think they’re like solomon’s favourite show??? I mean Solomon’s old as shit and probably doesn’t remember what it’s like to have a family, and before MC, Simeon and the student exchange he didn’t really have anybody so do you think he just watches the brothers + MC like ‘damn, this shit is wild’????????????????? The instant they enter the house, someone casts a spell and they’re pulled into a portal. The fuck did you say about everyone loving Lucifer, says Solomon while making direct eye contact with Beel. They fall through endless darkness and MC tells them to chill cause it only feels like they’re falling. They end up in a weird ballroom/royal courtroom kinda place, which Solomon marvels. Beel & MC recognize the place as a location from one of levi’s games and meet Levi in his TSL clothes who welcomes MC as the ‘hero’.

Beel, Luci & Sol kinda just wordlessly stare at levi with tired expressions and MC being the bro they are plays along with levi by asking if he is who they think he is. He introduces himself as The Lord of Shadows, the ruler of all 7 lands. Lucifer: WTF. Beel says they don’t have time for games and Levi gets upset that they’re making him look pathetic. Levi gives MC their mission – to save the world by defeating the demon lord satan. Lucifer tells Solomon to get the fuck out of there. Solomon says he can’t considering he has no idea where the fuck they are in the first place. Beel politely asks ‘his majesty’ the way to pantry and Levi yells at them to take it seriously. Beel says well ok and explains the whole test thing to levi as a way to explain why they can’t play. Levi says satan already knows this. After that there’s a flash and black smoke starts curling up around the room and satan turns up in his demon form. And LOOK I hate satan’s demon form outfit but it actually looks really good in this context??? The feather boa and ribbon bow thing really works with the curling black smoke, evil demon lord look. It probably helps that you can’t see his bottom half. Anyway Satan turns out to just be a magical projection and he says, well you’ll have to come to me cause I kidnapped your boyfriend, while Diavolo calls out to Lucifer and MC from off screen. Diavolo had run away from the devildom to surprise the brothers. While Lucifer scolds Diavolo and while Diavolo apologizes, Satan tells they must all come to him along with the “obnoxious talking doll”. Lucifer: the fuck did you just say. Ok this part is really cute; Satan: “I’ll be seeing you MC.” Diavolo, still off screen: Can’t wait to see you MC! Luicfer has a migraine. When Beel tries to say they should head off, Levi tells them they forgot something in RPGs. MC, still dutifully in character, asks the lord of shadows to give them aid. Levi gives them 100 grimm and just anekfnsndfjn the fuck can they do with just 100 grimm. Which is what both Beel and Luci say. Solomon says, well maybe they’re just fucking poor around here so everything here is cheap. Levi gives them a talisman to protect themselves with, Lucifer says cool, but once this is over I’m gonna beat your ass :) Levi says he just bought a new game that lets you create your own story and he just wanted to play it with them :(

So they end up in a cute lil’ game village & beel wants to go to a tavern but lucifer says they need to buy equipment first. If MC asks a NPC they just repeat the same line about how great life is under levi’s rule over and over again, if they search in the grass they find some medicinal herbs but beel immediately eats them, if they break a barrel Solomon starts breaking open barrels too and they get yelled at by lucifer. They end up in No. 2’s armoury. Lucifer’s fed up with life. Solomon says the gear looks like shit and Beel says it makes sense since this is only the first town. When Beel tries to ask 2 for food he repeats his introductory dialogue over and over again. With the money they have they’re able to buy gear for Solomon and MC and the only thing that fits Lucifer is the fairy outfit,,,, I’m NOT fucking wearing that says lucifer off screen and God I love this lesson. Solomon and MC are both little shits and can you just imagine them trying to convince lucifer to wear it just to test it out? Fucking amazing. MC tries to haggle/talk with 2 so they could get armour for beel but he says buddy I’m running a business here BUT there’s a monster in the casino that cheats ppl of their mone– Lucifer & Beel simultaneously: Oh, Mammon. So basically, if they can get 2’s money back he’ll offer them a huge discount on the lord of flies armour. They decide to find an inn for the night before they face Mammon.

Lucifer finds it hard to eat food. Solomon: Cause you’re tiny ^.^ Beel: Wonder whose fault that is :I MC can either offer to cut it for him (He thanks MC and tells them to feed him too. Entitled Fuck. Solomon & Beel also want to be fed but Lucifer tells them to fuck off) or tell him to just open wide and take a bite (Lucifer says if he gets too close to the food Beel would probably accidentally eat him). Beel says the food is a lot like devildom food and MC asks him if he likes devildom food or human food, Beel says all food is good. Since they don’t have much money MC & beel and Solomon & Lucifer end up sharing beds with Lucifer telling Solomon to use a spell to keep himself still during the night to avoid accidentally killing lucifer in his sleep. There isn’t a spell for that. At night, Beel asks lucifer if he thinks Satan still hates him and gets “…” in response. Assuming Lucifer is asleep he asks MC what they think. MC says they think Satan just can’t admit that he likes Lucifer. Beel says if that’s what they think then it’s okay cause he just wants Satan to love lucifer like the rest of them do. MC asks Beel if he’s worried about lucifer (Beel says Lucifer wouldn’t want him to worry but… and that he wants to be there when lucifer needs help) or says that Beel really loves Lucifer (Beel happily agrees that he does). Beel then tells MC about how he and Lucifer first met: So back when Beel was an angel, according to him the only thing good about him was that he was strong so he decided to become a soldier except he couldn’t control his strength and always ended up breaking things which led to Raphael always saying something sarcastic to him. The whole thing was depressing for him until one day lucifer came over, sat beside him and talked with him. Lucifer was always really busy and spent most of his days deep inside the palace (places where Beel has never even been to before). He told beel that a soldier was not about attacking but instead about protecting, that protecting was what was most important. He’d told beel that he was special cause he had the power to protect everyone and keep them safe (this shit is the sweetest and it has me sobbing but also that must have hit like a bullet when Lilith died…). Lucifer had told Beel if he learnt to control his powers then Lucifer would recommend him as a Cherubim, gatekeeper. Lucifer had given Beel confidence and his post as a gatekeeper. Which is why Beel wants to protect him, cause he loves and respects Lucifer. He says all his brothers love Lucifer cause if they didn’t they never would have considered leaving the celestial realm. He says that even though Satan’s situation is different he isn’t the same as he was before MC came around and that Beel likes the new satan better. And that he actually likes all his brothers more since MC came around, which is why he likes MC so much too. MC gets to either kiss, hug or thank him. Beel says his powers are there so that he can protect both Lucifer and MC. And FUCK I love this backstory so much????? And I desperately need all the other backstories?

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oh-theatre · 4 years ago

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Objection!: Chapter 30

Chapter title: Everything Will Be Alright

A/n: Ahahahaah IM SO SORRY im so sorry that its been months im so sorry that this chapter is awful im so sorry im so sorry that i call this awful piece of work anything im so sorry im sorry im sorry bad chapters short chapter ohmygod how dare i call this anything im so sorry im sorry

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words: 2142

summary: They must act quickly when the tiny hospital room tenses up

pairings: Eventual logicality, prinxiety, platonic demus, romantic remile

warnings: Murder mention, child murder, Law and Courtroom, swearing, blood, hospital, crime scene, murder, gun mention, guns, swearing abuse, graphic descriptions, alcohol, shooting, crying

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Logan begs, nay he prays Patton would remain blissfully asleep. Through the past few months the poor father had been thrown into obstacle after obstacle after obstacle. Constantly finding himself in trouble, and danger. He knows how hopeless Patton felt, how broken. He just wanted to help his partner find the pieces and put them back together, not lose more vital ones.

“You're not really about to kill a man, in a hospital, surrounded by witnesses, are you?” Roman proposes. To give the judge props, he was handling this with much more patience than expected after finding out your boyfriend was a conspiring murderer trying to rid the world of you and your best friend.

Eh, Virgil was a better option anyway.

Not the time Roman. He should be devastated but of course he isn't. Of course...he's relieved.

Because he's in love with Virgil.

“Don't shoot, be rational James” Logan tries, he knows his efforts are meaningless. The man had been hot on Patton's trails for months. He wasn't Jeff Winger, one charmed speech wasn't going to make this all better. “You wont be leaving the hospital without your hands in cuffs”

“Yeah well at least i'll be leaving with one man…” He eyes Roman and Logan “Or however many dead”

“Mm hydrangeas” Patton mumbles, Logan squeezes his temples so hard hoping his partner stays sleeping. “Log..an” He mutters, tossing over, pulling the blanket closer but remains gentle and soothingly asleep.

“Aw look, he calls for you” James mocks.

“Dude, that's so low” Roman huffs. He looks to Logan but the man's eyes remain planted on his fiancee. Stall, that's all he remembers from Virgil's ramblings. “James...please dont do this” He pulls out his tears, it felt off faking his feelings but James was a murderer so eh. “I thought...was it all a lie?” He questions, fighting back a smirk as the gun lowers slightly. James falters, he looks back with soft eyes to Roman, suddenly in the blink of an eye someone pushes past Roman, grabs James and tackles him to the ground. His gun slides across the room crashing into metal.

“Roman the gun” He hears an exasperated Virgil request. Roman moves in unison with Logan who rushes to a newly awakened Patton.

“What's going on?” He yawns, gladly accepting Logan's embrace. James pops up into his view with Virgil behind him. “James?” He wonders, Roman hands Virgil the gun and the pieces fall into place. His “Oh” was ever so small. Logan only held tighter as their eyes trailed Virgil and James walking away, listening to the detective read off James’s rights. Logan remains right where he stands, glaring out the door. “Lo?”

“Hm?” He snaps looking at his partner.

“Hi, I'm here” Patton comforts, he takes Logan's cheek bringing him in for a gentle kiss. “Alive, and well, and no extra gunshot wounds” He teases, Logan snorts feeling embarrassed as the nose escapes his mouth. “Oh my god, adorable” Patton giggles pulling Logan on to his bed. The lawyers arm drape over him and they hold one another close.

“Please quit scaring me” Logan begs, whispering affectionately into Patton's ears. Patton interlaces his fingers with Logans, kissing his hand lightly.

“Pinky promise”

“Dont make promises you cant fucking keep” Remy storms in. The lawyers sit up, a protective Logan stands, still upset at the detectives for what they had done. Patton fiddles uncomfortably with the blanket. “God are you ok? What the hell happened?” He rushes

“I don't think you're entitled to that information anymore Remy” Logan sighs, his arms folded. “You see that is reserved for Patton's friends” Logan scowls, Patton gasps and wants to speak but a mis-directed glare from Logan quiets him quickly.

“Fuck you Logan” Are the last angered words from the caffeinated detective before he slams the door. The sound shaking Patton. As soon as Logan looks to him he breaks. His tears fall faster than Logan could realize what he had done.

“Patton” He goes, but a sobbing Patton shakes his head begging for a moment alone. “I love you” He says before taking his exit.

Why, why did he leave?

Patton knew what panic attacks felt like, he had plenty. But everytime the shock hit him and it hurt, it scared him with a fear mightier than death. He wanted to call out for Logan but he couldn't speak. A pathetic squeak was all he managed. He pounded at the bedside but couldn't breathe, he clutched hard but couldn't remember any of his usual tricks. When the door opened he had hoped for Logan to be his usual stubborn self.

“Pat I jus-” Virgil begins but sees the pure fear in his friends eyes. He rushes to his side, instantly taking his friends hands. “Stop hitting yourself” he commands, the stern but safe voice sent something over Patton. “I'm going to hold you now” he warns, Patton nods through his shakes. He holds his friend, tightly applying pressure to Pattons nervous system. After a few minutes of pure silence and gentle touch, Patton can breathe steadily once more. “Roman had the goofiest smile while we walked back” Virgil tells, Pattons ears perk up and listen. Something to focus on. “He said he was almost glad he had an excuse to get out of a relationship with James... he said he missed me” Virgil shouldn't have blushed

“H-he does” Patton manages.

“I missed him to…” After a hesitation Virgil looks to Patton who had now cozied himself into Virgil's embrace. “I miss you” He whispers. Like a small child Patton tugs the opening of the detective's jacket.

“I missed you so much” He sighs with a yawn

“Get some rest you dork” He strokes gently watching Patton feel safe as he let himself join the world of rest. Virgil remained comfortable with Patton, he watched the TV on mute with subtitles. After about an hour the door opened, Logan's face morphed through a million emotions as he examined the scene before him.

“Get out” He whispers viciously.

“Logan, specs, i love you but you're being an idiot” He rolls his eyes. “I'm not moving, Patton had a panic attack so i'm staying until he tells me he's ok, not because you're an angry calculator” Virgil stands his ground, he doesn't wait for Logan's reaction he looks back to the tv. Of course this causes him to miss Logan's shoulders falling, and his face softening.

“A panic attack” he breathes, he moves to Pattons other side, serving him a glass of water for when he awakens. “Sleep well sunshine” He delivers a gentle kiss to Pattons forehead before leaving. Virgil smiles at the couple once Logans out of sight.

“God hes so whipped” Virgil laughs to himself.

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“You take yours and Ill take mine” Logan jokes as he and Roman quietly enter the room. Virgil and Patton lay fast asleep cuddled with one another.

“Hes not mine...I mean” Roman sighs, he strokes away the faded purple streaks of Virgil's hair while he situates him into his arms. He looks with a gentle smile as Virgil cuddles into his arms. Roman cant help but place a quick kiss on his forehead.

“Mm?” Patton hums once the comfortable warmth had been left cold and empty. “V?” He manages

“I'm here, Virgils, gonna go home and rest” Logan whispers, cuddling up as he waves Roman goodbye. Patton giggles turning around and kissing Logan as he readjusts his position. “I love you so much, i'm sorry I wasn't here”

“You're here now, and thats all that matters..all thats ever gonna matter” Patton replies, he kisses him once more, Logan feels his face flush with heat so halting. “How are the twins?” He wonders fiddling with Logans fingers.

“Good, Emile is having plenty of fun with them” Logan assures, a breathy sigh on Pattons neck sending a tickle down his spine. “They miss you though,” Logan adds, knowing Patton misses them just the same.

“Well shucks!” Patton grumbles, he sits up allowing himself to still embrace Logan. “Im all rested up!” He laughs, Logan smiles watching the man he loves flood through. “Will you get me my wheelchair! I wanna get out of this bed!” He jumps, Logan chuckles wearily but nods. He takes his stand helping Patton into the chair.

“Where to?” He asks, holding to the chair.

“Anywhere!” Patton giggles pointing forward. “Oo! Let's head to the cafeteria for some food, i'm starving” Patton jumps, Logan leans down giving him a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Anything you for you” He whispers, the serious tone was not missed and Patton took his hand quickly. He squeezed it gently promising he would do anything for Logan. The walk out the rolling of the wheels was smooth across the minted floor. They passed by many rooms, Pattons excitement faltered listening to the sounds of pain, loss...but then…

“Oh Logan stop wait” Patton halts the wheels as they pass the nursery. “Oh look! Twins” He recognizes instantly, they lay next to each other, both girls, both beautiful. “Oh they are gorgeous” He swoons

“Not as gorgeous as your twins” Logan reminds Patton, blushes as he did watching Logan grow with his kids. He didn't have to do it alone anymore. “I love you”

“I love you more than anything Logan” He replies.

“I scared you earlier, didn't I?” He blurts, kneeling in front of his fiancee. “I saw the look, the fear behind your eyes...I reminded you of...him” Logan laments. Patton fiddles with his hospital gown, averting any gaze from Logan.

“I want to make up my own mind, i want to set my own boundaries, and i want to talk to my friends” Patton rushes

“I'm so sorry, i got too defensive and didnt think about you, just about protecting you. I just want you to be safe” Logan defends, still Patton fiddles apprehensive. “I'm not him, and i'm so sorry. There are no excuses for what I did and it will never happen again.” He takes Patton's cheek ever so gently. “Your words and thoughts...they matter Patton. They always will my love.”

“You needn't be so sorry, I know you're not Liam. You never have been. I'm just cautious and…” He looks back to the children, parents fawning over them. “I want this to work” He takes Logans hands kissing them sweetly. “I want this to work more than I have wanted anything in my entire life” Logan lets out a quiet breath. “I love you Logan Tolentino”

“And i love you Patton Hart”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife!” Emile giggles holding Valerie and Remus' hands. They bounce before charging towards the couple hugging them happily.

“Can I be the flower girl?” Valerie questions sitting on Patton's lap. Remus struggles in logan's hold wanting to examine his father's wheelchair.

“I wanna be the flower girl!” Remus argues, Logan takes the back of the boys head gently. “Hi” He smiles happily. He wraps his pudgy arms around Logans neck hugging him. “Im hungry” He ponders instantly pulling away “Dada-” he pauses “Mister Lolo can I still call you that?” He asks. Logans heart tugs just a tad. With no words available in his vernacular he simply nods. “Food time please” Valerie nods in agreement still snuggled up to Patton.

“What the twins want-” Patton begins meeting Logans eyes across the way. Logan returns a gentle smile.

“The twins shall get” He finishes standing up with Remus tight and safe in his hold. Valerie claps in excitement while Remus practically falls over himself laughing. “Im going to put you both into your fathers lap now so i can push his chair” He informs, the kids oblige only thinking of the chair as a new fun toy.

After goodbyes to Emile and gratitude of course for looking after them, they set off to the cafeteria. Though they know that most of the food wouldnt appetize them the children were able to ravish the entirety of their meals.

Ive got to teach these children what taste it, Logan thinks sighing. He looks to Patton whos hand was held in his the entire time, watching as his fiance's eyes grow droopy in the cold saddened room of the hospital. It had been a lot today, the adrenaline had dissipated and the exhausted would set in. But even so tired Patton looked elated, staring and listening intently as the twins rambled away. Even in these dark hours where nothing was certain, there was light. Logan never understood that, he thought that no person could ever bring this type of joy or emotion out of him. Love never made sense, and it didn't have to for him, but right now..it made all the sense...and he loved nothing more.

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iaminexorable · 4 years ago

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Entry #5

2.24.21

I am a bit late but yeah I think its fine.

Today is a boring day for the both of us. I don't know, okay na kami pero I feel like may iba talaga. HAHAHA

Before, pagka gising niya, tumatawag na agad yan sakin. Oh, btw, we're LDR and 6 months na kami. Today, he woke up so late like mga 10am na, he didn't bother to call me or ask kung pwede bang makita nya muna ako bago kami kumain.

Pero okay lang??? Nakaka bother pero pinabayaan ko nalang dahil ayoko na talaga ng gulo, away o pag tatalo. I am so scared to lose him again. Humihinto ang mundo ko kapag nawawala siya. OA na kung OA pero yun talaga yung totoo.

I pushed myself to finish some schoolworks dahil nga ilang araw ko na iniignore ang academic responsibilities ko dahil hindi kami okay. Wala lang talaga kong gana kumilos pag di kami okay. Ang toxic at dramatic, diba?

Imbes na mag overthink ako sa hindi namin pag v videocall buong araw, I just made myself busy. Nakatapos naman ako ng iilan kaso marami pa rin kaya ganon pa rin ang plano ko bukas.

May kutob ako na may iba na siya pero pinapabayaan ko nalang, ayoko na ma praning, I swear its not healthy for me. Sabi ko nalang sa sarili ko, kapag niloko pa ko ulit nito, that's the end na. Medyo malakas na ang loob ko ngayon dahil di ko talaga akalain na dadating ako sa puntong i b-block ko siya at natiis kong dalawang araw kaming di nag-usap.

Hindi na ako masyadong takot ngayon dahil nalaman ko na kaya ko naman pala, its just that hindi nga lang madali pero kaya ko. Lalo na kung ang magiging rason ng pag bitaw ko sakanya ay ibang babae.

Oo, tanga ako. Nag bigay ako ng chance sa taong niloko ako, bumalik ako nang paulit-ulit kahit alam kong wala nakong tiwala at sira na talaga kami pero ito ang never kong gagawin talaga. Ang makipag-agawan sakanya. Sorry for the words pero tangina, sino ba siya para makipag-agawan ako? Kung may iba na siya, it's fine, pakasaya ka sa taong sa tingin mo mas okay kesa saakin. I will not beg for you to choose me.

When I found out that he cheated on me. I let him decide. Sabi ko sakanya, kung masaya ka ron sa babaeng nakikita mo kung kelan mo gusto, kung sa tingin mo mas okay siya, fine. I will not force you to stay in this relationship.

Just a short background, we broke up that time. Yun ang pinaka matagal naming breakup like almost 2 weeks atang walang communication. I was suffering, I was the one who broke up with him kasi nasasakal ako sakanya. Not until one day, sumabog ako. My friends, na pinili ko over him, they made me feel like they don't need me naman. I suddenly feel outcasted. After I chose them. Kaya I was the one who decided to comeback to him kasi na realized kong tama siya, my friends will leave me, pero siya, he's always there for me.

Oh, fuck. I don't know if that's true or that's something na siniksik niya sa utak ko just to manipulate me.

Anyway, fastforward, nakapag-usap na kami and all so kami na ulit. Then, I found out that he's cheating on me.

May nakalandian siya nung nag break kami at hindi niya yon tinigilan kahit nung nag balikan na kami. Ang gago, diba? Nagawa pang makipag meet-up. I was so furious that time dahil wala kong ibang naisip kundi nag sex sila. HAHA. But the girl said na walang nangyari sakanila, nagkita lang sila sa mall at kumain. Yun lang. O yun lang ang pinalabas nila. Not sure. So ayon, even the girl, hindi niya alam na kabit siya. Kaya raw pala tuwing madaling araw lang sila nag v vc dahil buong araw ng jowa ko eh nasa saakin, lol.

Yung mga panahon na nag papasalamat ako sakanya dahil payapa akong nakakatulog dahil alam ko na di niya ko niloloko, ayon yung mga gabing nag-eenjoy siya ka vc yung kabit niya. HAHA

Kinutuban nako non pero mas pinili kong mag tiwala but it turns out na tama pala talaga ang hinala ko.

Reminiscing everything makes me realize how stupid I am to forgive him.

Alam niyo ba, sa sobrang pagmamahal ko sakanya, when I found out that he cheated on me, I was the one who's insisting na kakalimutan nalang namin yon na parang di nangyari. Because I understand that he loves so much attention dahil ever since bata siya never siya nakakuha ng ganon sa parents niya. It was his lolo who always gives him attention, love and care. Kaya nung namatay lolo niya he was devastated. I was there. I swear, I was there, I accepted him, I loved him even on his worst. Mga panahon na I was the one who gives him money kasi wala siyang trabaho. Mga panahon na wala siyang ginawa kundi uminom at mag bisyo.

I still loved him, I accepted him for who he was. Without any doubt.

Hindi ko alam bakit basta nung mga panahon na yon, wala kong ibang gusto kundi iparamdam sakanya na importante pa rin siya kahit wala na yung lolo niya. Every night pag magka vc kami, iyak siya nang iyak saying na gusto na niya sumunod sa lolo niya dahil wala na siyang kakampi sa mundong to.

I was there. At his lowest point of his life, I was there. I helped him get over it, I helped him fix his life. I helped him for who he is right now.

Kaya alam niyo, everytime na napapakinggan ko yung kanta ni Halsey - Without Me. I feel so powerful.

Not to brag or something pero I helped him because I am so inlove with him na wala nakong ibang gusto talaga kundi bigyan siya ng rason para mabuhay.

Kaya nung nalaman kong niloko niya ko, hindi ko maintindihan bakit at saan niya kinuha yung lakas ng loob niyang gawin sakin yon. Actually, up until now, I still ask myself, saan ako nagkulang bakit niya yon nagawa sakin.

But I guess, walang sagot sa tanong ko dahil di naman talaga ako nagkulang at all. Hindi lang siya nakuntento.

After that, lalo ng lumabo yung relasyon namin. Punong-puno nako ng pagdududa. Wala nakong ibang bukambibig kundi, "ano niloloko mo nanaman ako?"

Sa sobrang nasaktan ako, hindi ko na inisip kung nasasaktan ko na rin ba siya not until our last breakup happened. He opened up to me. Napagod na siya kaka patunay sa sarili niya. He said these words to me, "Pagod na pagod na pagod na ko patunayan yung sarili ko sayo. Alam ko nagkamali ako, naiintindihan ko naman na nasira ko yung tiwala mo pero yung paulit-ulit nalang, yung wala naman akong ginagawa puro duda ka pa rin, nakakapagod."

Those words, it hit me and made me realized that for the past months, totoo naman talagang puro tungkol sa pagkuha niya lang uli ng tiwala ko ang nangyari. He even said to me, "pinatawad mo nga ako, binigyan mo nga ako ng chance pero araw-araw mo namang pinapamukha sakin yung pagkakamali ko."

Nakakatawa, diba? Victim blaming, it is. Bakit kayo ganyan? Manloloko kayo tapos pag nahirapan kayo kuhain ulit yung tiwala isisisi niyo sa niloko niyo?

Pero ayon, I was so understanding, sa totoo lang, lagi ko siyang iniintindi. Kaya nga tama siguro yung kaibigan ko, indenial akong gago yung boyfriend ko.

Wala, I always make excuses, eh. I always think na what he is now is because of his childhood trauma and problems. Kaya lagi ko iniintindi kasi ano namang laban ko sa mga bagay na di niya naramdaman nung bata siya, diba?

So ayon, sa mga nag babasa nito na katulad kong niloko, I want you to know na hindi ka kulang. Hindi ka mali. Sapat ka, sobra pa nga sa sobra. Hindi lang talaga siya nakuntento kaya don't you ever blame yourself kung bakit ka niloko. I know it's hard, pero believe me, wala sayo ang pagkakamali.

I still deal with many thoughts inside of my head. Siguro mas kino control ko nalang ngayon.

Everytime na nag o-overthink ako, kinakausap ko si Lord. Hindi ako super religious na tao, ah pero naniniwala talaga ako Sakanya.

He never failed me sa lahat ng requests ko Sakanya everytime I am having a hard time to decide.

Kaya I always talk to Him, asking Him to give me more strength to overcome everything especially the trauma that I had from that cheating issue.

Okay naman, sa ngayon, okay naman kahit na may pag aalinlangan pa rin ako sa boyfriend ko na baka may ibang account na siya at doon niya kinakausap yung bago niya.

It is what it is nalang talaga mga mare.

Wala kong ibang gusto ngayon kundi kapayapaan at matapos na ang backlogs ko sa school.

Anyway, I hope all of you had a great day today. Lagi niyong tatandaan na importante kayo, don't let anyone make you feel that you are worthless. Good mornight! 💖

#cheating #overthinking #you are important #pain #tagalog #filipino #love

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well-shit-im-a-morosexual-now · 3 years ago

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AAhh I really like 45 it pushed the story along while also being just hilarious and touching and it was just so good!! 46 was just pokemon battles...

OBEY ME! LESSON 45 DETAILED SUMMARY

#obey me spoilers #obey me #obey me!#obey me shall we date #shall we date? obey me!#swd obey me #my theories

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lifeofmysteries · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Interview

Thank you for the tag @jajalala! I love any chance to ramble about my fics slkdfjkase i am too online and v bored

Names: Dreamofmysteries/LifeOfMystery are my usernames, but ppl tend to call me either Eevee or Myst.

Fandoms: My Hero Academia is the one I write exclusively for at the mo but I read in the MCU, Miraculous Ladybug, Young Justice (Cartoon), Doctor Who, Batman and Avatar.

Where you post: AO3, used to post on FFN and Wattpad (i know it's cursedddd but i was youth *shrug*)

Most Popular One-Shot (by kudos): 'What is a brother if not a fatal annoyance'

This was a gift from a prompt by SpiritusRex (secret identity or mistaken identity) and I just went immediately for DFO, but with a twist. I'm just a sucker for big brother Shigaraki lol. I don't know why this one of all my oneshots is the most kudosed?? I guess it just hit a lot of the right targets, mistaken identity and crack being a fun thing people like. Personally I think it's alright, I wrote it half-tired (as most of my crack is written half-tired lol) but ppl seem to like that???

Most Popular Multi-chap (by kudos): 'you can't help the things your heart longs for'

This is my longest fic, still ongoing. A kind of weird DFO set up where Izuku is dragged unwillingly into a parallel universe where he's in the place of Shigaraki, but also sort of not that because the whole universe is made from the combination of DFO and Izuku's desires, and the fic goes through Izuku finding his place in this world and the complications that come from this being made of their desires. I swear this fic is going to be the death of me, I love it so but why did I have to make it soo complicated for myself, *stares at outline* also Dabi and Hawks kinda shoved their way in there and I have to keep batting off the Dabihawks with a stick *it's staying gen goddamnit i made a promise I wouldn't put romance in this*. I think it's the most popular because it has a premise that is kind of different, and has DFO, while also not being too angsty.

Favourite Story I've Written: 'Dekunubou'

I just love Ella Enchanted AU's so I was wanting to write one a whileeeeee. I just love the horror type aspect of this type of the quirk being taken to the extreme, the complete stripping of agency and objectification of Izuku. Also figuring out how to beat it was fun, with the moment when Katsuki figures out how to use the quirk for his own benefit by (technically) joining the LOV being one of the first things I thought of for this.

Fic You Were Nervous to Post: 'A Whisper of a Dream'

Uhhh the tags itself may be self-explanatory... "Torture" "Mouth Sewn Shut" "Needles", Idk I'm just drawn to writing heavy angst and this was the first one of those so I was scared ppl might think it too much? After posting this one, I've gotten less nervous about what I write as I saw ppl didn't rlly care, and some actually liked it. So freedom in going wild, I guess lol.

How do you choose your titles: Either song lyrics or I get a friend to help me come up with it. I'm awful at titles. Every one is a quote from somewhere.

Do you outline? I do for my longfics, I don't for oneshots. I find them sooo useful for longfics as I struggle so hard without them (which is why YCH hasn't been updated in so long, I'm in the bit that was outlined less strongly). I sincerely recommend them to anyone trying to write longfics!

Complete: Only like 12% of my fics are incomplete, so I'm pretty proud of that. None of them have been dropped except for the two non-bnha ones because I cannot concentrate on anything past my current hyper-focus rofl.

In Progress: You Can't Help, Twisted Soul are the two major longfics I'm working on rn, I'm trying to finish Twisted before I start writing a lot for YCH, so YCH may take a while to get regular updates again. Sorry for anyone that's more interested in that fic lol.

Coming soon: Ahh I have too many one shots that i start, write 500 words for and just leave... but my current WIPS take priority. Oo but one that should be posted soon is one where Shouto is sent to a different universe to see a Villain version of himself to see what he could have become without the support of ppl like Midoriya.

Not started: Oof. Too many ideas. Some day i will write a proper Dbhwks long fic. Oo also one where Shinsou reluctantly becomes a villain. Another one which is like Into the Spiderverse but with Villain au's for class 1-a. I will get to them someday. Just not today. Rn is DFO brainrot rofl.

Upcoming Work You're Most Excited About: Wip wise, I'm really excited for what I've got coming up for Twisted Soul. It's probably my angstiest fic because i am just too mean to Midoriya. Really, someone should take him away from me. Far far away.

No Pressure Tags: Jaja got most of the people I would tag, so umm @thanks-butt-no-thanks i knoww you don't answer tags but for me??? maybe??? @firebirdnix @starcloud-nova uhh I think that's all my fic writing mutuals lo who haven't been tagged yet. Anyone else who sees this and wants to do it go ahead! I would love to see your answers!

#tag game #fic #mine #my fic

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dlwritings · 5 years ago

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Got Your Six | Tom Holland | pt 5

series masterlist found here

general masterlist found here

pairing - mob!Tom x reader word count - 4,600 warnings - swearing, drinking, drugging, vomit

summary - (Y/N)’s night out doesn’t go to plan, and Tom cleans up after her.

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Around 10:00, the house was quiet. I moved silently around my bedroom and put on the outfit I had hung up in the closet a few hours ago: a gold sparkly romper with spaghetti straps and a v-neck. I put my hair in a high pony and curled the strands then did my make-up as quickly as I could. By 10:30, I was ready. My plan was to order an Uber to pick me up at the McDonalds about a block down the street. That way, if anyone in the house was awake, they wouldn’t see me get picked up in a car. The most difficult part was going to be leaving the house. I wasn’t going to leave through the front door because I didn’t trust any of them to not see me. The only thing I thought might work would be to leave through the bedroom window. But that was ridiculous, right?

Yes, yes it was. But I was desperate.

I opened the window and snuck out, looking across the lawn as I hurried down the driveway and out of the gate. Luckily the bars were far enough apart that I could squeeze through them without actually opening the gate. My Uber got the McDonalds a few seconds after I did, so I gave them the address of the club I wanted to go to.

The ride was short, and I got into the club almost right away. I made my way straight to the bar and ordered myself a shot of tequila followed by a tequila lemonade. Enough tequila would get me slutty drunk, which was the kind of drunk I was feeling. Loneliness had a tendency to do that to a person.

After I drank two tequila lemonades at the bar, I ordered a third and went out to the dancefloor while I waited for it. There were a lot of people around my age who were dancing against each other to the music, so I decided to join the group. They let me into their circle right away, and I started dancing with them. Some of the girls and I playfully grinded with each other while the boys cheered us on. It was the kind of fun I usually had with my college friends, and I hadn’t realized I had been missing it until then.

I went back over to the bar to down my new drink. I plopped onto a barstool and took the first sip, enjoying the way the alcohol warmed my body. The bartender gave me a smile. “Can I guess?” she asked. I raised my eyebrows. “A break-up?”

I laughed. “No. More like I just got into a relationship. And it’s shit. And I’m stuck in it with no end in sight.”

She let out a low whistle. “Sorry. That is shit.”

“Tell me about it,” I huffed.

“What makes you think you can’t get out of it?” she asked.

“Huh?”

“Out of the shitty relationship.”

I laughed. “Call it a hunch.”

I downed the rest of my drink and opened my mouth to ask for another. Before I could-

“Put this one on my tab.”

I looked to my right and saw a very handsome man sitting two stools down from me. I smiled and put my chin in my hand. “And who are you?” I asked, fluttering my eyelashes. He reached his hand out for me to shake.

“Liam,” he said. I shook his hand -firm- and slid into the seat next to him.

“(Y/N),” I said back. “Thanks for the drink. What do I owe ya?”

He chuckled. “How about a dance?”

“Done,” I said with a smile. The two of us stood up and made our way to the dancefloor. I didn’t know the song that was playing, but I knew it had a good beat for me to grind to. I wasted no time and turned so my back was to Liam’s front. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me close to him. We moved to the music, and I felt his hand slide down to my thigh, squeezing my leg softly. I was reminded of dancing with Tom. Tom was shorter than Liam, but not by much. They were probably also years apart in age -Liam being older- but, again, not by much. Liam had more muscle mass, but Tom-

Why the fuck was I thinking of Tom?

Liam’s lips pressed softly to my neck, and I put my hand on his head and threaded my fingers in his hair. He nipped at the skin, letting out a low chuckle when I moaned softly. I grabbed his chin and turned his head so that his lips were pressed to mine. He didn’t waste much time before he grabbed my hand and dragged me to a fairly unpopulated area of the club. Within seconds, he had me pressed up against the wall and his lips against mine. One of his hands was on my hip while the other was reaching around to squeeze my ass.

Fuck, I needed this.

I was also super drunk and horny, so that was all factoring in.

I finally used enough self restraint to pull away from him and catch my breath. “My drink,” I breathed out. “I need another drink.”

Liam laughed. “Alright. Let’s go.”

We went back to the bar where my drink was waiting for me. I sat down on my stool and drank it all too quickly. If I wasn’t careful, I’d probably get alcohol poisoning. “How many drinks have I had?” I asked the bartender, blinking away the blurriness that had come to my eyes.

She laughed. “If I’ve been keeping track correctly, four tequila lemonades and a shot.”

“Oo,” I cheered, downing the rest of the drink. “Liam, you wanna spot me another?”

I turned to look at Liam, only to find that he was gone. My jaw dropped as I looked back and forth, searching the club for the handsome man I had been dancing with. “That motherfucker!” I said, loud enough for the bartender to turn to me. I looked at her, positive there was anger in my eyes. “He ditched me!”

“Your boyfriend?”

“What?” I said. “No! No the hot guy I was dancing with.”

“Ah, it’s probably for the best,” she said with a shrug. “Cheaters never prosper.”

I snorted. “It’s a lot more complicated than that, believe me.” The girl raised her hands in defense, and I asked for another drink.

“I think I better cap you at four,” she said with a slight laugh.

“Aw, damn,” I said, sliding her my empty glass. “Don’t be a killjoy.”

“A killjoy,” she said, amused. “I’m probably saving your life.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

I stood up from my stool and steadied myself against the counter. “You’re not driving, are you?” she asked.

“‘Course not,” I said. “Catchin’ a taxi.”

“A taxi?”

“Mhm. Don’t wanna wait for an Uber.”

“You’d get home sooner if you ordered an Uber now than trying to flag down a taxi in this area at this hour.”

“I’ll take my chances.” I paused. “Or maybe I’ll take the bus.”

The bartender laughed. “Good luck.”

“Thanks,” I said.

I headed outside, having to push my way past quite a few drunk people blocking my way. Eventually, when I got outside, I breathed in the New York smog and smiled. “Mm, I am tired,” I said aloud to myself. “Better snag a taxi.” I stepped over to the sidewalk, waving my hand in the air to get a cab’s attention. None were stopping, and I was starting to get frustrated. Across the street, I noticed more cabs were picking people up than on my side, so I figured I’d cross over and try my luck there.

My legs felt like jelly as I started to walk, and I wasn’t even slightly aware of the car speeding at me. Just before it was too late, someone grabbed me and pulled me back to the side of the road, holding me close to them in a protective manner. By the time the car had passed, I noticed it had been a taxi. Annoyed, I turned to the person who grabbed me and put my hands on my hips. “Excuse me,” I said firmly, “that was my ride.” It took me about a minute longer than it should’ve to realize that the guy who grabbed me was Tom. He looked at me with anger clear in his -currently extremely dark- eyes.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, keeping a grip on my arm.

“I’m trying to go home,” I said, “but you made me miss my ride.”

“I gave you explicit instructions not to leave the house,” he said, “and you ignore me and go to a bar?”

“You’re not the boss of me,” I slurred, smacking my lips and blinking harshly.

“In this scenario, I am,” he said back. “I’m just looking out for you.”

“You’re trying to own me,” I retorted, stabbing my finger against his chest. “You think-” I hiccuped. “You think just because you’re, you’re handsome and, and fucking toned as hell and, and you make me want to do, do really really inappropriate things with you that you can, you can own me?”

I noticed then that Tom’s hair was wet, fluffy, and unstyled. I wondered what he had been doing before he so rudely came to run my life. Had he been showering? Naked? I reached my hand up and ran my fingers through his hair. “Your hair is so soft,” I told him, my original anger subsiding. “Fluffy and brown. So unfairly cute for such a scary mob man.”

Tom sighed. “This is by far the most idiotic thing you could’ve done,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

It really wasn’t often that I got drunk. Still, I knew what it felt like, and I knew there was something different about how I was feeling then. I felt more dizzy than any other time, and my head felt heavy, like I could hardly keep it up. My previously jelly-feeling legs started to shake, so I grabbed onto Tom’s shirt to hold myself up. “Tom,” I said. My voice didn’t even sound like mine. I felt like there were cotton balls in my mouth. What was happening? “Some-fin, some-fin’s wrong.” I smacked my lips and felt my eyes start to close.

“(Y/N)?” he said, slapping my cheek slightly. I forced my heavy eyelids open, feeling immense panic settling in my chest.

“What’s hapnin’?” I asked, feeling tears spring to my eyes as they struggled to stay open.

“Shit,” Tom said. “Shit. Okay. Shit. Let me get you home. I need you to try and keep your eyes open for me, okay?”

“Can’t,” I whimpered, unable to hold myself up anymore. Tom hooked his arms under my knees and picked me up and walked me over to where he had parked his car.

“Try and talk to me, okay?” he said, setting me on the passenger seat and buckling me up. “Just keep listening to my voice.” My chest felt heavy, panic settling in even more than before. I felt like I couldn’t breathe no matter how hard I tried to gulp air. It was almost like my body was on sleep mode, but it didn’t want to be.

Tom was talking, but none of his words were registering. I knew he wanted me to respond, but I didn’t think my mouth was connected to my brain. I was telling myself to talk, but my mouth wasn’t cooperating.

All I was really aware of was Tom’s hand on my thigh and how comforting it was. This was a side of Tom I hadn’t seen, and I wasn’t even coherent enough to appreciate it. All I wanted was to hold his hand in mine, but I couldn’t even keep my head up. “Tom,” I mumbled, trying to turn my head to look at him.

“What is it, darling?”

“‘M sahr.”

“What?” Tom said. It felt like the car had stopped, and I hoped we were home. I swallowed thickly and tried to enunciate my words.

“‘M sorry.”

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” he said, cupping my cheek and making me look at him. My eyes still were hardly open. “How’re you doing?” I just shook my head as much as I could, and Tom sighed. “C’mon, I’ll take you inside.” Tom came around to my side of the car, opened the door, and lifted me off the seat. The house was quiet when we got inside, and I wondered what time it was. Tom kicked my bedroom door open and laid me down on the bed. “I’m gonna go get you some water, okay?” he asked. I felt like I nodded, but I wasn’t sure if I actually did.

Once he was gone, I tried to get comfortable, but my stomach was in so much pain. I knew what was coming, so I leaned over the bed, grabbed the trash can, and threw up. In the midst of my vomiting, I was crying. My whole body was shaking and my head felt blank. All I knew was the pain and fear coursing through my veins.

It was going to be a long night.

Tom jogged over to the kitchen and filled up a glass of water. His hands were shaking with rage and fear as he turned off the faucet. This was not a simple drunk. Something was wrong with (Y/N), and Tom had this sinking feeling he knew what it was. He had been told about these symptoms before. Had seen these symptoms before. The sudden disorientation and loss of body control. This wasn’t just too much alcohol. (Y/N) was drugged. He had no doubt about it.

When Tom went back into (Y/N)’s room, she was leaning over the edge of the bed with her face in the bin. She was puking her guts out, so Tom rushed to her side and sat beside her on the bed. He rubbed her back and lifted the bin closer to her. “‘M scared,” (Y/N) mumbled. Tears were running down her cheeks, and her whole body was shaking.

“You’re alright,” Tom told her. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” Once (Y/N) got all the vomit out of her system, she moved slowly off the bed. “Whoa, whoa, where’re you going?” Tom asked her, putting his arm around her waist to steady her.

“Don’ ‘anna wear ‘is,” (Y/N) said, tugging at the straps of her romper. She pulled it down her body before Tom could stop her and went to a pile of clothes that were on the floor. Tom realized right away that they were the clothes he had let her borrow the other day. She tugged the pajama pants up her legs and moved to unhook her bra. Tom looked away and ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. He assumed she put his t-shirt on, so he turned to look at her just as she stumbled to the bathroom.

“Now what?” Tom asked, following (Y/N).

“My makeup,” she whined. She stumbled, and her body hit the wall.

“Jesus,” Tom sighed. (Y/N) continued to the bathroom, accidentally knocking a few bottles over on the counter. “Okay, baby,” Tom said, putting his hands on (Y/N)’s waist. “Come on. Let me help you.” He walked her over to the toilet, flicked the lid down, and had her sit. He grabbed some of her makeup wipes that were sitting on the counter and crouched down in front of her. His left hand held the back of her head while his other started wiping the makeup wipe across her face. He started with her lipstick, wiping away the red, smearing some across her cheek. He couldn’t help but laugh a bit, but she was too far gone to really realize. Her eyes had fluttered shut, so Tom gently slapped her cheeks to keep her eyes on him.

“Wanna sleep,” (Y/N) whined.

“I know,” Tom told her. “Just let me get this off, and you can go right to bed, okay, petal?”

“Mkay,” she muttered.

Tom wiped the eyeliner and mascara from (Y/N)’s eyes and the foundation from the rest of her face. He thought the whole situation was weirdly intimate, and he found himself rubbing his thumb across her lower lip. She hummed softly but didn’t open her eyes. With a sigh, Tom stood up from the ground and put his arm around her again. They walked over to the bed, and Tom untucked the covers and let (Y/N) flop onto the mattress. He even went as far as to tuck her in and pull the covers up her body. Just as he started to walk away, she muttered his name. He turned to look back at her. “M’ phone,” she said. “‘S in m’ pocket.” Tom nodded and grabbed her romper, digging through the pockets. One felt empty until his fingers came across a piece of paper. He furrowed his eyebrows and pulled it out. It was folded in four, so he unfolded it and read the words scrawled across it.

Tom felt anger move from his head to my toes as he crumpled the note in his hand. Control yourself, Holland. Tom grabbed (Y/N)’s phone and plugged it into her charger for her. Just before he could walk away, she reached her hand out to grab his arm. “Sleep,” she muttered, her eyes closed.

“That’s right,” Tom said, stroking (Y/N)’s cheek. “Go to sleep.”

“No,” she whined. “Stay wi’ me.”

Tom’s mind went into battle with itself. He wasn’t used to the way his heart fluttered when someone asked him to stay. Usually he’d roll his eyes, pull on his boxers, and slip out their bedroom door. This was different. (Y/N) was different, though he’d never admit it out loud. And after reading the note he found in her pocket, he was struck with such strong emotion. He was angry. Furious. And scared. Worried. He hated those emotions, but there they were, punching him in the gut as his eyes scanned across the words. Why did he care so much? He swore from the minute he saw (Y/N) that his attraction was nothing more than a desire to get laid. The banter they had between each other was nothing more than anger coming to surface. It wasn’t sexual tension. It was just anger and lust, but not lust directed towards (Y/N) particularly. It was misdirected lust.

It wasn’t that Tom had feelings for her. It wasn’t that he was attracted to her spunk and her beauty and her humor and her attitude. He wasn’t attracted to her. He didn’t like her. He didn’t care about her. That wasn’t why he caved and crawled into bed beside her. Of course it wasn’t. No way.

Tom didn’t want to think about it. It was making his head hurt.

He kicked off his shoes and crawled into bed beside (Y/N). He kept a fair distance between their bodies, but (Y/N) was the one who closed it. She wrapped an arm around his stomach and tangled her legs with his while resting her head on his chest. One of his arms was around her, and he already knew that it would fall asleep in the middle of the night. Despite that, he didn’t care. In fact, he rather liked it. Tom felt like (Y/N) was still shaking, so he held her a little tighter and rubbed his hand up and down her arm. “I’ve got you,” he muttered in her hair. “I’ve got you.”

When Tom woke up the next morning, he still had his arms wrapped around (Y/N). She was snoring softly, and her face was pressed against his chest. It took him a moment to remember what had happened the night before and why he was in bed with (Y/N), but when he did, he almost wished he hadn’t. Tom looked down at (Y/N) to see if there were any marks on her. He had been so preoccupied with getting her to bed last night that he hadn’t bothered to see if she was physically okay. From what he could see -her arms and a bit of her hip- she was okay. That at least brought him some relief.

This was exactly why Tom didn’t want (Y/N) and April involved. He knew something would happen.

Tom pushed himself out of bed, hoping he wouldn’t wake (Y/N) up. She didn’t stir at all, so he moved to grab her bin and empty it out. He dumped the vomit down the toilet, pulling the collar of his shirt over his nose as he flushed it. Then he left her room and went to the kitchen to rinse it out in the sink. He put some soapy water in it and let it sit while he headed to the stairs. He needed to find Harrison. He didn’t even know what time it was, but he didn’t care if he woke him up. Tom needed to warn Harrison that this was more serious than they initially thought.

Tom went upstairs and crept over to Harrison’s room, knocking lightly on the door. He figured if Harrison and April were having morning sex, he didn’t want to walk in on it. When they didn’t say anything, Tom pushed the door open and saw they were both still asleep. He didn’t want to deal with explaining everything to April, so he walked as quietly as he could over to Harrison and shook his arm a bit. When Harrison turned to look at him, Tom put his finger to his lips signaling Harrison needed to be quiet. He just nodded and got out of bed, moving April away from him so she could keep sleeping. Much like (Y/N), she didn’t stir at all. Harrison grabbed some joggers from his drawer and pulled a hoodie over his head then followed Tom out of the room.

“What’s going on?” Harrison asked, running a hand through his bedhead.

“We have a problem,” Tom said.

“What do you mean?”

“(Y/N) went out last night,” Tom said, “on her own.” Harrison’s eyes grew wide, and Tom continued. “I found this in her pocket.” He handed Harrison the note, and Harrison unfolded it and read it, his lips moving with the words he read. When he finished, his jaw clenched and he handed Tom the note back.

“Okay,” he said. “What’s our move?”

When I woke up, my head was pounding. I pressed the heel of my hand to my forehead and groaned. At least I didn’t feel nauseous. I racked my brain to think of how last night went. I knew I had gone out for drinks, but the rest of the night was blurry. What scared me was that it was blurrier than any other time I went drinking. I had never been blackout drunk before, and I really couldn’t see myself doing it. How much had I had to drink last night? Did I really drink that much?

I looked down at my clothes and saw that I was wearing Tom’s clothes that he had given me a few nights prior. Okay. Tom’s clothes. I looked next to me on the bed. No Tom. I looked at my phone -plugged in and fully charged- to see that it was about 10:00. I sighed and decided to get out of bed and go get some coffee in my system. I figured that would make me feel a little better. When I got to the kitchen, I saw that everyone was already up and sitting at the kitchen table. They looked like they were in deep discussion, but all froze when they saw me. April was the first one to get up and walk over to me. She pulled me into a hug straight away which I returned with confusion. When she pulled away and put her hands on my shoulders, I tried to read her expression. “What’s going on?” I asked.

“Do you remember what happened last night?” she asked. I blushed and glanced over at the boys.

“How did you know I went out?” I asked, trying to keep my voice quiet.

“Because I went after you,” Tom said, standing up from the table. He walked over to us and folded his arms across his chest. “Now, let’s ask again. Do you remember what happened last night?”

“No,” I said. My heart started racing a bit. “Why? What’s going on?” Tom put both hands on his head and let out a heavy sigh, then turned around and walked back to the table.

“Let’s get you some coffee,” April said, putting her arm around my waist. I nodded and let her pour me a mug of coffee. We all sat around at the table, and I tucked one of my legs under my butt.

“Okay,” I said. “You’re all scaring me. What’s going on?”

“You remember going out,” Harrison said. I nodded. “What else?”

“I had a couple drinks,” I said. “Honestly, I don’t remember anything after that. I don’t usually get that drunk.”

“You weren’t just drunk, (Y/N),” Tom said. His eyes looked tired, but not physically. More emotionally.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean-” He sighed. “-someone drugged your drink.”

Everyone was quiet for a moment. I tried to get the information to settle in my head and register, but I felt numb. “How did you find me?” was the first thing I asked. I swore I saw his cheeks turn a little pink before he cleared his throat.

“I went to your room around 11:00,” he said. “I wanted to make sure-” He cleared his throat again. “-I wanted to make sure you were there. I had a feeling you would try and run off at some point this week. When I saw you weren’t there, I headed out to the closest club. I just had this feeling that’s where you’d be. When I found you-”

(Tom decided to leave out most of the details.)

“You were already pretty far gone,” he said. “I could tell you were more than just drunk. I figured you’d been drugged.”

I was silent, letting the words process in my head. “Are, are you sure?” I finally said. “Like, like are you positive that happened? Maybe I was just really drunk. You don’t know that I was-”

“I know how people can get when they’re drugged,” Tom said. “You were drugged, (Y/N).” I swallowed thickly and shuddered, blinking back tears.

“Did anything happen to me?” I asked. “Did someone, did anyone-”

“No,” Tom said, not making me finish the sentence. “No, I think I got to you before anything happened.”

“But-” I took another deep breath. “-are you absolutely, 100% positive?”

Tom looked at the others before he looked at me again. “We found something else,” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Tom reached into the pocket of his joggers and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He slid it over to me, so I took it and unfolded it. Across the small white paper were three sentences written in sloppy black handwriting:

She sure is pretty, Tom. You should take better care of her. We’d hate to see someone take advantage of such a sweet girl.

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#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland smut #smut #marvel #mob!tom #mob!tom holland #got your six

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springday-aus · 5 years ago

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Disney Prince!AU with Wonho [Hoseok]

★ Wonho [Lee Hoseok] as Disney’s Hercules ★

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Group: Monsta X

Member: Lee Wonho / Hoseok

Genre: fluff, romance

part of the Disney Prince series

Type: Bulletpoint AU

Word Count: 1.9k

born a demigod

son of Zeus and a mortal mother

he absolutely adores his mother

he’s not ashamed to say he’s a mama’s boy

on the other hand, he doesn’t really like to talk about his father

especially since he has these powers

the power of physical strength….

he’s not sure if they’re a good thing or a bad thing

like, sure he likes that he can help the elders carry stuff

you know, like their animals when they’ve broken a leg

or moving their houses to more convenient places

the whole village loves him bc they literally saw him grow up as a kid

he turned out so well for someone without a father

don’t be fooled—he can literally physically crush you like a grape, but he’s literally the sweetest boy

anyways

he’s been living normally

despite the whole ability to rip off a 100 year old tree

and lift up a wall

or a house

or a 200 pound horse

his life has been fairly normal up until the incident

one day, when Hoseok was about 16 years old

a couple of kids were stuck underneath a rock

okay, an understatement

it was a huge ass boulder

anyways

these kids were stuck underneath and Hoseok lifted it to let the kids out

since that day, the elders called him Wonho

meaning a brave lion, the protector of the village

since that day, he’s been doing around helping others a bit more

he started putting himself out there to help people

it was small but these tasks got gradually bigger

it started from saving kids

to fighting against monsters

to saving the entire universe (but that’s another story)

next thing he knew the entire village was calling him a hero

there were statues made of his figure

his face was slapped on e v e r y t h i n g

the gods made a star alignment for his stature

he became one of the most famous faces

some just like to call him a Greek god that fell from the heavens

he still blushes every time someone calls him that

the ladies swoon the hardest when he’s on his Pegasus high in the sky

and the light shines oh so perfectly to emphasize his perfect, chiseled face

geez this man is very attractive and he doesn’t even know it

moving on

it’s important to remember that he did not get to this position alone

he was able to train with/under Hyunwoo

Wonho wanted to understand how he can be a better hero

to protect the ones he loves

and those in the community

he is such a good boy, I want to cry

anyways

he heard about how Hyunwoo trains heroes the best so he made his way over and

here he is

even after completing his training, he continues to work on himself

so if he can’t sleep or when people don’t need help

he would be in the gymnasium to work out

or he’d be doing practice training in an abandoned field that Hyunwoo had set up

as he got older, all he really does is help people and train to be better at what he’s doing

since he’s been helping out, the chaos has decreased significantly and he finds himself wandering elsewhere for adventure

this is how he meets you

I mean, you wouldn’t say you were in danger

but also, you were in the woods and you didn’t know this one all that well

and you may or may not have ended up messing with this lake monster that you def shouldn’t have been messing with

so there you are

in the middle of a lake

being held hostage by some

ugly troll ass, centaur thing

(tbh, you couldn’t really tell what he was, a river guardian???)

I literally mean held btw

you were literally in this creep’s hand bc he’s the size of a giant

so Wonho was walking around the forest with Pegasus, trying to find a new place and see if anyone needed his help

and very faintly he hears something from the distance

“if you don’t put me down, I swear to cut off your balls and rip off your—”

oo he didn’t wanna hear that

but he still rushes towards it

that’s when he spots you in this monster’s hand, struggling to get out

he slowly approaches you two

Wonho: “uh, excuse me? sir? could you, um, let them go?”

you speak up first, without taking two glances at him

You: “keep moving junior, I can handle this—have a nice day”

you flash him a sarcastic smile, hoping he’ll move along with his day

but he doesn’t

instead his shoulders kind of drop for a second, slightly disheartened, but only for a second

because he stands up straighter and pulls out his sword

Wonho: “you might be too close to his situation—I’m sorry to do this without your consent, but I have to do my job”

before anyone can say anything else, Wonho dives in and does what he does best

he fights off the bad guy

next thing you knew, you fell into the water and it’s all a blur

you fished yourself out, trying to dry off

Wonho managed to punch the living daylights out of the river guardian so he was just passed out and drowning in the river

but who cares about him

after Wonho ensures he’s not dead, but unconscious

(and Pegasus does his little cheer for him)

he moves over to you

Wonho: “..... hey”

You: “hi”

Wonho: “are you okay?”

You: “after getting all the water out of my ears, I’ve decided that I’ve been better”

Wonho: “sorry… about that—it was kind of stupid, I should have thought that out better”

You: “you think?”

you eye him up and down as you try to dry off your shoes

You: “they give you a name with those rippling pectorals?”

Wonho flushes, laughing rather awkwardly

Wonho: “they call me Wonho, but you can just call me Hoseok…”

you look at him again

he turns into a deeper shade of red under your eyes

You: “I prefer Wonder Boy”

he lets out another small laugh

Wonho: “what’s—what’s your name?”

you give him yours, as you wring out the bottom of your shirt into the water

he repeats it, with a small smile on his face

Wonho: “soooo, how’d you get mixed up with the—”

you finish for him

You: “the pinhead with hooves?”

he lets a little laugh out

it’s kind of cute

You: “well, you know how men are, they think no means yes and get lost means take me, I’m yours”

you let out an airy laugh as Wonho stands there confused

You: “don’t worry about it, Wonder Boy, you’ll figure it out eventually”

you stand up, ignoring the water that continues to drip down

You: “well, Seok, thanks for the help, but I gotta bounce”

Wonho: “ah…”

he can’t really hide his disappointment: “where—where are you going?”

You: “oh, you know, here and there”

you flash a smile at him: “I’ll see you around”

Wonho: “how?”

You: “life has its ways… bye bye Wonder Boy”

you walk off and disappear into the woods

Wonho finds himself still looking off, even as your figure disappears

Pegasus huffs at him, almost mockingly at how mesmerized he is at your presence

he turns to Pegasus and points a finger at him, as if he’s scolding him

Wonho: “not a word”

he continues to go on and eventually stumbles into a little town

…. your little town :)

obviously he didn’t realize

until he saw you again about a week later

you were hanging around a fruit stand that belonged to your friend’s

you looked just as beautiful as he remembers

and less angry

Wonho: “hey” :)

You: “Wonder Boy, back to me so soon, miss me that much?”

Wonho: “yeah, I did”

you didn’t expect him to be so straightforward

You: “so, you’re just hanging around town?”

Wonho: “it’s kind of like that”

You: “I heard some hero killed the monstrous lion, I should’ve realized it was you Wonder Boy”

Wonho: “ahhh…”

he flushes once again, rubbing the back of his neck

Wonho: “I—I’m no hero”

You: “sure you are, just remember, you are in a new town, take a break while you can”

You: “I will warn you though, it’s hard to find pretty sights in this dump”

Wonho: “I don’t think it’ll be that hard…. not without a guide at least…”

you look at him with a raised eyebrow

Wonho: “tHAt’S iF yoU wANT…. yoU don’T hAVE TO….”

you let out a laugh as he continues to flush into a darker red

he’s a cute boy, might as well shoot your shot

you wave to your friend as a silent goodbye and slowly start to walk off

without looking behind you, you shout out

You: “you coming, Wonder Boy?”

Wonho snaps out of his daydream that’s right in front of him

Wonho: “yes ma’am”

and thus the start of a beautiful relationship

Disney Prince!Wonho is as wonderful as it sounds

he already adores the life out of you

and he basically worships the ground you walk on

(as if you were the one with Greek god genes)

you, on the other hand, think he’s like a little puppy

a puppy that can kill you with his strength

but a puppy

he loves praise

he needs attention

he loves affection

he’s basically a soft, gigantic puppy

this view kind of changed when you saw him in action

I mean you did see him in action that one time

but his life wasn’t really in danger

and lowkey he looks hot fighting

but like….

when he killed the Stymphalian Birds…

when he captured the cattle of Geryon….

I guess you kind of drew the line when you saw Cerberus on your front lawn

(he’s absolutely more adorable than people said, but it is still a three headed giant dog)

you were just concerned for him and the danger he was putting himself in

and Wonho kind of ate that shit up

but he did console you

he became a lot more careful to consider your feelings

that did mean more official training with Hyunwoo

but anything to make you happy

anyways

most of the time, he stays to help the village

the elderly and kiddos there have grown to love him

I mean what’s not to love but

anyways

sometimes he does have to travel a bit farther for the king or something

but he always brings back some type of souvenir for you

he loves to spoil you

when he went to the Amazon, you got the most gorgeous flowers

another time, he brought some golden apples for you

he says it’s to make up the time away from you

and your heart absolutely melted

his presence makes up for it

he’s great okay

anyways

so you know how Pegasus is like his sidekick?

you two bonded

he’s not sure how but

Wonho loves that you and Pegasus get along

but y’all bonded a bit too much

like you two won’t say anything but it’ll be on your faces when you’re judging him

moving on

you haven’t stopped calling him Wonder Boy

some days he prefers it

others, he prefers it when you call him Seok

so, affection

this man needs it

whenever he’s in the same space as you

he’s like touch

it’s not like you’re gonna reject it

even if you roll your eyes, you always run into his arms

when he gets back from his trips

he doesn’t let you go for days

**cue you two waddling around because he’s backhugging you**

humor—while most of yours is dry

he still laughs and goes with it

he tells jokes unknowingly

like some of the stuff he says is ridiculous

and you just burst out laughing

you two are just very attuned with one another

very harmonious

very cute

Wonho: “when I’m with you, I don’t feel so alone”

You: “good thing you’re stuck with me then”

Wonho: “I wouldn’t have it any other way”

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crystu-cii · 4 years ago

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XDD

I f e e l that pain in my soul-- my older sister uses cologne sometimes and it is sO STRONG AND WILL NOT STAY CONFINED TO HER ROOM-- AMD SOMETIMES SHED DO IT IN THE DOORWAY LIKE HELLO-- XDD

YEAH WH GET SOME SLEEP LEAVE THE STAYING UP TO US-- XDD

YES BABY JAIL, INTO THE UPSIDE DOWN LAUNDRY BASKET YOU KNIFE-WIELDING HEATHEN-- XDD oms XDD well I don't know them but I love them- YESSS THEYRE SO FLUFFY-- I'm actually curious what images pop up first imma check-- FLUFFY PUPPIES-- we've actually never owned ones that fluffy(those actually look more similar to shetland sheepdogs than the shelties we've had so far?? Very similar/similar enough where if someone doesn't know a sheltie we mention shetland sheepdogs), our current one is a purebred that we got for free(she was being given away bc her family never came back for her and the lady taking care of her couldn't afford the time to take care of a second dog long-term think) and she's got pretty short fur in comparison- still fluffy enough, but not quite so long of fur-- she's a blue merle(absolutely gorgeous fur, she's like 8 now with a lot of health problems but she's super loving still 💕💞) anyways about the fur, so long as you brush regularly you should mitigate most of that, and it mostly collects in corners- but like.. be prepared to eat and wear dog fur for the rest of your life-- (actually there's a thing called a fur zapper we bought recent that you put in with your clothes when you wash/dry them(I think it's dry but idk??) that's supposed to get a lot of hair off your clothes in that process? Also lint rollers are your best friend--) AND roombas are really helpful(we bought a knockoff one and rarely have to sweep ever so 👀) XDD WHEEZE I can't even imagine what you did-- but like you could ask for a budgie/parakeet /hj I mean, they aren't very expensive (actually they're pretty cheap) but they're very loud, need a lot of attention(especially if you want them to bond to you!) and you need to research into them a lot to make sure you're doing things right-- loads of vids online!! Loads of websites too!!! I'd know I have one- JUST A WARNING, FEATHERS AND SEED HULLS GET ALL OVER YOUR FLOOR XD p l u s like you have a friend who knows stuff about birbs :3 anyways ENOUGH RAMBLING FROM ME WOW THAT GOT LONG--

💕💕 I feel that XD OMS-- I WISH-- WHAT A D R E A M - s n a k - Awww but what a mood XD

XDDD oms YES-- EXACTLY-- XDDDD another good thing you should try eventually is SWEET POTATO CASSEROLE WHICH IS APPARENTLY DELICIOUS??? I TRIED IT FOR THE FIRST TIME(AT LEAST IN A WHILE) TODAY AND IT WAS SO FUCKIN TASTY????

H E A THEN-- XDD how cool of them to try tho :3 whEEZE Y 'A LL-- XDD

WHEEZE I SUCK WITH INSTRUMENTS SOOOO-- DAMN THA'S SOME BAD LUCK MY DUDE-- MAYBE YOU'RE CURSED DAMN-- oms wOWW--

Yesss-- ooh I've never played 👀 seen some stuff but never played-- (see: my computer sucks XD) I h a v e played Portal 1 and it is SO GOOD and SO SHORT and I WISH I HAD GOTTEN PORTAL 2 INSTEAD BUT THATS OKAY CRIES-- YESSSS THE SONGS SLAP--- ALSO THERE ARE ACTUALLY TWO WHOLE MORE CANON(PROBABLY KINDA MAYBE NOT?? IDK) SONGS, ONE FROM A LEG DIMENSIONS GAME("You Wouldn't Know") AND ONE THAT WAS CUT FROM PORT TWO("Don't Say Goodbye"(Harry101UK made an edit to make it Glados' voice!!)) THERE ARE ALSO A BUNCH OF GOOD FAN SONGS SO YEAH-- ALSO NOT TO BE A SIMP BUT GLADOS' VOICE? PERFECTION. I LOVE HER. ALSO I COULD LITERALLY DETAIL THE PORTAL LORE I AM INCREDIBLY EMOTIONALLY INVESTED IN THIS GAME-- ALSO THERES A CLIP THAT SOMEONE MADE USING A (VERY GOOD) GLADOS TTS TO HAVE GLADOS SAY TRANS RIGHTS AND ENBY RIGHTS AND IF I FIND IT AGAIN ILL SEND IT TO YOU-- YOU COULD PROBABLY FIND IT IF YOU LOOM UP GLADOS SAYS TRANS RIGHTS? IT HAS A VIDEO WITH TRANS FLAG COMPANION CUBES ACCOMPANYING IT-- ALSO YES THE PORT MODS(/ADD-ONS? MAYBE? THEY'RE COMMUNITY MADE I THINK BUT IDK ALL I KNOW IS THAT THEYRE COOL AF--) (also I apologize for all the screaming? XD it's like, four am and I was talking about portal so.. whoops?)

Right like wth???? I???? Okay but like December to February babies just fuckin DONT EXIST IN THIS GEN OR SOMETHIN-- CAUSE I FIND N O N E -- Maybe there are more December babies but there are definitely like NO January to February babies it is So Weird--

NEJFQOBGKW WOWW d an g like-p l e a se s t op over sp r aying-- xD and LEGITTTT LIKE- THAT WAS M Y ROLE TO STAY UP LATE- XDD

WHEHEHEZE- LAUNDRY BASKET TIME- G E T I N XDD anD YESS- any doggo is just such a cute doggo 😭💞💞 but for me- fLUFFY ONES ARE WHERE ITS A T- and ohhhh i see- FOR FREE?? W H A T A S T E A L XDD but awwww the poor doggg at least she's with you now ! ;0;; 💞💞😭 aaw such a lovable puppup 😭😭💞 and oHHH i see :00 but oh no- xD i also have a friend that has two dogs and whenever he would give me gifts- there would be dog hair on them no matter what- XDD and ooOhhh those sound really helpful! omg- i swear i dont have to have a pet for the need of a roomba- i already shed so much hair myself its so crazy-- xDD and oH MAN loud animals are really gon get my mom fired up- and OO birds just look so cuteee i always fantasize of having one- but then again- with the noise and all xD the more i think about it i dont think we are prepared to have a pet at all xD but i still dream of at least having one pet in my lifetime!

and OO that sounds awesome!! i have no clue if i even tried casserole before- man- sometimes i just eat food without even knowing wth it is XDDD but THAT SOUNDS so gooodddd :O

and LEGITT LIKE- TF IS HAPPENING WITH MY SCHOOL LIFE- XDD and oh my god- IT GETS WORSE- that year there was a FREAKINGG FIREEEEEEE- it wasnt that dangerous thank god- but it had to get a whole ass room renovated because of it- and guess what room it was- THE ORCHESTRA ROOM- AND GUESS WHAT M A D E I T W OR SE- that year- it was the first time the school replaced those 10+ year old instruments with new ones- NOW THEYRE B U R N T- and mind you that the school's budget isnt so- gr e a t- like oh my god i am still so bewildered over HOW MUCH chaos HAPPENED that year- and i thought that year was gon be the year- yknow? like UGH

and OHH MANN playing portal sounds awesome! but i just dont think the game would be worth my money cause i know the plot- and even with the mods and all my brain would be broken as i would possibly have no clue what to do- xDDD

and HOOOO MANNN game fan songs are just so AWESOMEEE- and those sound pretty cool! :OO and HOLY SHIT FUCK YEAH- GLADOS SAYS TRANS AND ENBY RIGHTS Y A LL- now im gonna look that up and let my ears be blessed by such words- XDDD and DONT WORRY BOUT SCREAMING ALOT- i scream a whole dam lot too XDD

and LEGITTT- finding someone's b-day in january and feb is so rare all of a sudden like wh a t - XDD

#the rambles of crystu #even tho we are legit friends on discord- ima still answer these XDDD

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quensty · 5 years ago

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rules: answer 20 questions then tag 20 ppl you want to get to know better! i was tagged by @nightquills who is an absolute angel & the only person here i respect

i should mention that i’ve changed all the “favorite __” questions to be plural bc i hate picking one of anything. the bisexuality jumped out.

name: most ppl here call me vivian!! but my legal name is pinche tonta

nickname(s): my friends who knew me in elementary school still call me rocky. pls dont ask me to explain while i still have a shred of dignity left

zodiac: this is the third time someone has said their moon and sun sign when tagging me in these things and i still have no fuckin clue what that means. i’m a pisces and i know nothing beyond that

height: tall

languages: spanish and english! and an update on the last time i answered this question: i now know five words in sign language lets go! my moms big brain is working overtime to accomplish this

nationality: estadounidense and mexican

favorite seasons: will i ever not love summer? no. i love the heat and the sun baby! but the fall time really puts me in the perfect balance between wearing nice clothes and not having to shave

favorite flowers: do i know anything about flowers? absolutely not. cempasuchitl? it’s the only one i know and frankly i can live w that

favorite scents: mint! fresh linens! tea! freshly brewed coffee! i can go on & thats a threat

favorite colors: i LOVE olive green! and the soft lighter shades of blue and yellow! oh and pink? i’m her number one bitch.

favorite animals: i read ahead for once in my life so i will not go off about how much i love dogs. yet. so i should say that ever since i wrote that thing for v for her bday i haven’t gone a single day not thinking about horses. oh! turtles! those dudes just float around. the dream tbh.

favorite fictional character: u don’t understand. u cannot comprehend how long i’ve been waiting for someone to write the perfect neurotic, too loud, too talkative, indiscreet, bisexual mexican kid who lacks all sense of self-perseverance and has an emotional intelligence of zero. that person being alex claremont-diaz from rwrb. we all need someone to project on and i have dibs on this one. him and nicky hemmick.

coffee, hot tea, or hot chocolate: coffee is okay but if i drink too much it makes me want to throw myself off a cliff. i only drink hot chocolate if my grandma makes it. i swear to god no person in the us knows how to make a good fuckin cup. so that leaves tea! she’s valid

average sleep: maybe 4 hours for the last two weeks and yes i do hate it

dog or cat person: dogs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! dogs!!!!!!!!!!! DOG. i love those sons of bitches!!!!!!!! the fuck!!!!!!! they just live their life like i love this one person and i run and jump when i’m excited, just living life baby! and thats the energy i want! but i respect cats

number of blankets: i usually sleep w two blankets? do not ask me how many i own

dream trip: i want to go to a beach! i’m DYING to go to a fuckin beach bro! i want to live my turtle dream

blog established: i have no damn clue and have no idea how to check and honestly i’m fine w that

followers: another thing i’ve never checked and am perfectly fine never checking. my best guess is 5

random fact: i have a cut on my finger bc i went too hard with the lotion this morning

i’m tagging @somewhereoverthebifrost, @minnute, @enbyofdionysos, @kaikamahine, @sillsif, @pistengyawa, and @hellcyeon! first of all, i’m surprised if any of u actually read to the end of this. second of all, if ur tagged but are looking at this like “ew” thats completely valid and u shouldn’t feel pressured! if ur not tagged but thinking “oo” u should completely fuckin do it and tag me!

#when will i shut up #mutuals #mentioned

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fanatic-scribe · 6 years ago

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A Bottle and Some Cards

Chapter 1/?

Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012)

Word count: 2,484/2,484

Ao3: Here

Characters: Donatello (main), Casey Jones (main), everyone else

Pairing: Donatello/Casey Jones

Warnings: Aged-Up Character, Drinking Games, Slow Burn (kinda)

Ch 1 / / Ch2 (coming soon) / /

Summary:

Ethanol is the intoxicating part of alcohol and its molecules are so small that they can actually pass into the gaps between brain cells. There it can interfere with the neurotransmitters that enable all the brain’s activities. If you drink fast, alcohol will start to flood the brain. Alcohol affects parts of the brain responsible for self-control. And that is why Donatello did all this dumb shit to himself.

A/N: Just something fun I made for the hell of it. There may be other pairings in this but Idk yet.

This work will be tagged with #B&C tmnt

Chapter 1: Salt and Lime

“Pussy.” Mikey huffed at Casey as the human chugged down his cup of beer. Casey stuck out his middle finger as he drank.

“I’d say sensible,” Donnie chimed in, “the dare said to ‘drink a concoction of whatever the opponent makes using whatever they can find in the kitchen.’”

“Yeah so?” The other’s looked at him dumbfounded. Flashes of Mikey’s bizarre “food” concoctions from when he was a young chief, and them too worried to crush his dreams, flash in their minds.

Taking turns they began to reminisce of his old creations. The ‘Squid Oatmeal Pizza.’ that Raph still swears he saw an eye on. But, as Donnie pointed out at the time, “It could be a raisin. You know, from the the...oatmeal...part?” at least that's what the boys keep telling themselves. They ate the entire pizza that night.

And who could forget the ‘Apple Pizza Pie Suprise’ with ‘All the wonders of both pies together with a twist!’ Poor April, who had not yet tried his creations and was too late to hear the turtle’s warnings, found the twist quickly after chewing on the bite only once. The brother’s had watched helplessly as their best friend’s soul left her body to the depths of hell. The pizza part of this creation was a classic Mikey order that she has seen only once; double anchovies, roasted garlic, chocolate, cappuccino pizza. The only thing that had stopped her from spitting it out before Mikey had walked away was the shock of the taste, it had paralyzed her. All she could do was open her mouth to let the food fall onto her plate and push it directly into the trash next to her. None of the brothers could blame her. She remembers her bite having a certain pop to it that she tried many years to forget.

‘Asian cowboy fusion calzone dude!’ Is what had gotten Karai. By this point, Mikey was a better cook, he would make odd foods for himself all the time still but no one had told Karai. She took a small bite that Mikey offered her but immediately spit it out, much to the turtle’s amusement as he was laughing. She found out later that to Mikey “cowboy” meant beans and s’mores and “Asian” meant teriyaki sauce, ginger, and shrimp. Karai learned an important lesson that day, never trust Mikey’s original cooking.

“And that was all him being nice and trying to cook.” Casey added pouring himself another cup of beer, “This would be him making something bad for my dare.” Everyone shuttered thinking about the horrors that could have been. Except for one bubbly laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right dude.” Mikey took a drink from his cup, “I get creative when I’m drunk so I probably would have killed you.” They all chuckled at this, everyone would have rather drunk.

They loved their weekends together because they got to do this, have fun and laugh. April was in college and spent a lot of time studying, even if she came to the lair at least four times a week. Casey wasn’t in college but he had a job at his local ice arena, he helped teach young kids hockey and did general cleaning and maintenance, that kept him pretty busy. Karai was always busy, over the time she took over the Foot Clan had reclaimed their good name but she was still having to deal with certain people still loyal to Shredder or mob bosses who saw her as an easy hit. Even if they were busy they still would try to gather together every weekend to relax and half fun together. This Friday night, with alcohol already clouding their minds, they were playing Truth, Dare or Drink.

Leaning forward Casey took hold of the bottle and spun it, still leaning forward he plucked up a dare card not looking at the words yet. “Wow, Casey Jones picked dare.” Donnie chaffed, “Did not see that one coming.” Casey smiled cheerfully at the turtle with wide eyes, gap teeth, and a middle finger on both hands. There was a chuckle at their banter, Donnie had become comfortable with it and often looked forward to his time with Casey. They had truly become good friends.

As the sound rolling of glass slowly dulled so did everyone’s voice until both were silent. The neck of the bottle pointing, if a bit vaguely, at Donnie. Mikey oohed with excitement like Casey Mikey enjoyed movement rather than talking so he always preferred dares. Hopefully, this dare won’t be a drink instead.

Dramatically, Casey lifted his arm to point at the turtle, “Donatello! The cards dare you to,” He lifted the card up to read aloud, “do a body shot off your opponent.” There was a chorus of laughs and oos from everyone as Donnie shook his head.

“No, no. I’m not doing that. I’ll drink.” Everyone turned to boo him. “BOOO!” he answered.

“Donnie you haven’t done one dare!”

“Mikey, I’ve only gotten one other dare.”

“AND YOU DIDN’T DO IT!” Mikey was having a hard time trying to understand what Donnie didn’t get about this very simple topic. Just before Donnie could say anything Raph leaned forward from his spot on the couch interjecting their argument.

“Hey come on, it's fine. This is Donnie’s choice.” He paused for a second taking a drink from his cup as everyone looked surprised. He smirked as he pulled the cup away, “And he’s choosing to be a fucking killjoy.” There were a few laughs as Donnie just rolled his eyes, he reached for his cup leaning forward from his spot on the floor.

A hand reached out and stopped his wrist, he followed the hand up to April who had walked over to him from her seat next to Karai. She was crouched down sitting on her heels, he ninja training with the other girls must be going great, he had not even heard her move. “Look, Donnie,” He’s heard that tone of voice before, “if you don’t want to do this that’s fine but you had two easy dares. Just have fun no one will make fun of you.”

“Bullshit.”

“Did you see us make fun of anyone else?” Thinking back Donnie could remember everyone laughing at crazy antics but then just more celebrating all together. When Leo had to let Raph draw on his face with a sharpie everyone was laughing, even Leo now sporting a lovely penis across his forehead among other drawings.

Donnie sighed, might as well give the people what they want, “Alright fine I’ll do it.” he said throwing his hands up. Before he could even stand up Casey and Mikey had already hoped up and started moving to the kitchen laughing and cheering. As everyone else stood and made their way to the kitchen Casey was sitting on the table, legs dangling over the sides, shrugging off his jacket and throwing it to the side. Bent over the open fridge Mikey was looking for the tequila Casey had brought over with the beer. The salt and lime already in his hands as Mikey grabbed the chilled bottle and placed the items on the table. Soon the rest of the group joined them at the table just as Casey began to pull his shirt over his head.

Donatello couldn’t help but see how the human had really grown into his frame, as a scientist observes an animal grow and mature. His muscles were more defined from when he was a gangly kid, his abdomen had the defined lines of muscle. His hips made a V just before his pants, this was accented further due to a small patch of hair leading from his belly button to bellow his pants. Donnie realized this felt different than observing and animal grow and mature, ‘Must be the alcohol.’ he thought to himself, because what else could it be? A shout from Mikey quickly shook him from his trance. “Dude, what the hell!”

“What?!”

“What the fuck is on your nipples?!”

The turtle’s had seen Casey shirtless before but something had changed. Now there was a visible bar of metal going through each nub where there hadn’t been last time. “Oh yeah,” Casey chuckled looking at his chest, “I got my nipples pierced.”

“Well, that part is obvious!” Shouted Raph, “When did you do this?”

“A little after the tongue at a shop.” Raph had known about the tongue. They had gotten their tongue piercing done together by Slash. Sure it may have been a ‘teenage at home piercing’ but it was straight and healed up just fine, that was almost a solid year and a half ago. Donnie rolled his eyes as he got to work cutting the lime, being very careful as he could feel his body sway.

“It’s just body modification, lots of humans do it.” Even though his words were indifferent his eye’s lingered on Casey’s chest, a slight amount of dark hair contrasted with the sparkling silver rings. There was something fascinating about it that just drew in Donnie’s attention, they suited Casey.

“Dude, it’s so weird looking!” Mikey reached forward and poked at the human’s nipple. Normally Casey was cool with being randomly touched by Mikey, especially in a party situation like this. However, as soon as he pressed down on Casey the turtle had his hand pushed away as Casey scooted away on the table with a nervous hum, laugh. He had reached up to covering his nipple with his hand and other arm held up to keep Mikey at a distance.

“Whoa! Ok!” There was still a chuckle with his words, “Hey Mikey lets not touch my nipples ok.” There was a questioning look in his eyes as well as everyone else, Casey shrugged, “They made my nipple more sensitive than I'm used too.” There was a slight pinkness in his cheeks as everyone briefly discussed this new topic. Donatello could feel his face heat up as well, ‘Must be from the alcohol.’ he thought.

Raph snatched the lime slice Donnie had cut and ran the fruit next to Casey’s belly button and poured salt over it, the crystals clung to the lime juice on his skin. After much debate, the group decided to pour the shot into the dip made by Casey’s pronounced collar bone when he leaned his head back. It wasn’t enough to fit an entire shot and he wasn’t allowed to move or he would pour the tequila but it made the body shot feel more authentic, whatever that means. Casey complained slightly about the cold fruit and liquor but no one really cared enough to change anything, besides it was already too late to change anything. So Casey just sat there, neck stretched back, leaning on one arm with a lime slice in his mouth waiting on a certain purple-clad turtle.

Donnie stepped between the human's legs a bit reluctantly, they looked at each other, well as best they could without Casey moving his head. Donnie with his arms crossed, he waited for Casey to back out because surely he would by this point. But he just sat there, lime sticking out of his gap teeth surrounded by a shit-eating grin, Donnie couldn’t let that grin win. After a few more still, silent seconds Donnie took a breath and bent down.

Donatello’s rough tongue ran over the area of salt on the human’s stomach, he could feel Casey tense slightly under his tongue, he could feel the soft, warm skin as it contracted against muscle. Donnie ran over the slight dip were his abs were more defined, he couldn’t taste the human over the tart lime and salt but some animalistic part of him wanted to. Some inner part of his brain wanted to bite the human. Vaguely in the distance, he could hear hoots of encouragement but they were drowned out by the sound of hot blood rushing to his head. Still, they pulled him back to the task at hand, already forgetting his primal thought.

As Donnie stood he rested his hands on either side of Casey on the table, he leaned forward and touched his lips to the human’s collar bone and the tequila. Donnie could have sworn he heard Casey’s breath hitch over the chorus of cheers when his tongue lightly ran over the soft alcohol wet skin. With a loud, almost comically, disruptive slurp Donnie had swallowed the alcohol, it burned his throat but the salt helped.

Moving on, he leaned forward to take the lime from the other’s mouth, he bit down and pulled only to be met with resistance. Casey held onto the lime with a smirk forcing Donnie to play a game of tug o’ war for the lime, very annoying.

The turtle looked up to glare at Casey only to find black eyes already looking at him and it felt like time had frozen. Donnie wondered if he had ever looked at Casey’s eyes. Donnie thought that he had eyes like the deepest water, black and bottomless pools of onyx trying to pull the turtle in. For a moment he thought he could explore those eyes for hours trying to find their end and never get tired.

Snapped out of his daze by Casey letting go of the lime causing Donnie to stumble back from his own tugging. This earned a chuckle from the group followed by pats on his shell and congratulations. Smiling and laughing with everyone he couldn’t help but feel his heart beat faster and harder in his chest. He glanced over at Casey and saw him putting his shirt back on and laughing with Raph about how he jumped off the table and almost fall.

Everyone was using this time to talk about what had been happening in the game and to grab more snacks and drinks. Also to pet Ice Cream Kitty, like a lot. A few people cried. Petting Ice Cream Kitty is serious business. Donnie was pouring bags of snacks into different bowls when his eye’s drifted to Casey once or twice, looking for something. He was standing in front of the open freezer having just put whipped cream on the sugary cat, he then tipped his head back to fill his mouth with whipped cream. Donnie watched as his long neck stretched back, Donnie remembered how soft his skin felt against the harsh salt taste. A more animalistic part of his brain said something but it was muffled in the back of his mind.

“Don, you ok?” April’s voice pulled him out of his daze and he realized he has spilled quite a few pretzels.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine just lost focus.” He smiled and worked to clean up the spilled pretzels. Why was he so fascinated by Casey?

‘Must be from the alcohol.’ he thought.

Notes:

Hope you liked it! I know nothing happened yet. Bummer. Well, the next chapter will be coming soon! Sometime next week Maybe

#donatello #Donnie #casey jones #jonatello #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #donatello 2012 #B&C tmnt

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didoublez · 6 years ago

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Rewired, Part 1

I didn’t believe in vampires, until I had sex with one that is. Yes, I know how cracked out I sound and if I were you I wouldn’t believe me either, but I know what I felt and I know that I wasn’t dreaming, even if I was a bit out of it. You see, I know the difference between reality and fiction. No matter how much I try to convince myself, the bottom line is that my body hasn’t been the same since my encounter with Jay When I say Jay, I’m going to assume that you know that I’m talking about Jay Park. Sometimes, mostly outside of the States, he’s called Park Jaebeom. Eh, I call him Jay because that’s what I’m comfortable with. Anyway, after about a month of convincing, my roommate and I convinced our parents to let us fly up north to a Jay concert and a mini summer vacation. They got us a hotel in Baltimore, added a ridiculous amount of money to our bank accounts, and let us do whatever we wanted as long as we promised we wouldn’t get in trouble. The concert wasn’t for a few days after we got to B-more, so we spent a couple days doing tourist stuff. We went through the aquarium, hunted down the Ace of Cakes shop, and ate sinfully good pasta and Black Out cake at the Cheesecake Factory. We went over to Annapolis and walked around downtown and hit up a couple of the monuments in DC. Finally, it was the day of the concert and we headed to the venue early, determined to get as close to Jay as was humanly possible. There were maybe twenty people in line ahead of us, but they looked like lightweights that we could easily push through. We took turns going to the bathroom, or grabbing something to eat, and even knocking out for a little while until the security team started letting people in. Like I said, it was easy to push our way to the front and it helps that my home girl can move grown men out the way when she’s determined enough to get somewhere. We danced and jumped around for the opening acts, excitement building as time grew ever closer for Jay to come on stage. The announcer couldn’t even say Jay’s name before the venue exploded in applause and screaming, which only increased when the man himself came on stage. I fell for him right then and there. He wasn’t overly costumed, although I kind of knew he wouldn’t be because he’s not really the flashy type. Simple, sophisticated swag-a black V-neck short sleeve shirt that showed off his glorious tattoos and dark jeans slung low on his hips with just a hint of his black and red boxers showing. Perfection is the word that comes to mind. He opened his mouth and I swear I felt like I was listening to Heaven’s angels. I had a quick conversation with God, thanking him for blessing us with this gorgeous, talented specimen of a man and apologizing for all the dirty things I was going to be thinking about said gorgeous, talented man. After saying “Amen” in my head, I turned back to the performance. I caught Jay’s eye whenever he came near our side of the stage. I vowed to never wash my hand when he touched it. I was completely mesmerized and I made sure to burn every moment of the night into my brain so that when I got old I was sure that the only two things I would absolutely never forget would be my name and seeing Jay Park live. Being Jay Motherfucking Park, there was a surprise for us half way through the show. A chair was brought out to the middle of the stage and while he took a moment to catch his breath, he asked for a volunteer from the audience. My arm shot towards him before he got the sentence all the way out his mouth and my roommate and I vied for his attention while he chuckled at all us screaming fangirls. Finally, he got up and after a little bit of teasing he picked. You know he picked me, right? I mean, there wouldn’t be much of a story here if he hadn’t. Anyway, I made my way up to the stage and sat in the chair. “What’s your name?” “Harley,” I answered. He gave me a half-smile and I thought he was going to make a Joker reference but he didn’t. “Harley, have you heard my new mixtape?” “Of course,” I said. “Who hasn’t?” A cheer went up from the crowd at my reply. I grinned at Jay who was grinning back at me. “So, you know this song, right?” The music started playing and my eyes widened when he started to sing directly at me. Yeah Oooo Check it out Let me come on over I'm gonna put you on a sofa And do just like I told yah And work that body right Oo shawty I know that you've been naughty So get up on my lap And work it work it Twerk it oh twerk it He did a little body wave at every ‘work it’ and ‘twerk it.’ He walked to the front of the stage and sang before coming back to me. He pulled his shirt off amidst thunderous cheers and handed it to me while continuing the song. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him as he worked the stage and my hormones to the max. In the room in the bed, We do what we do In the shower for hours, We do what we do On the sofa on the floor, We do what we do Girl anywhere you want, Girl we do what we do At the end of the song he came up to me in my seat and took my hand, kissing the back of it. I thought I was going to melt into a puddle when I was able to think straight and after giving him back his shirt (I was made to. Please know that it wasn’t willingly), he gave me a brilliant smile before I went back to my place. When the next song was about to start I realized that he’d slipped a piece of paper into my hand. There wasn’t much on it, just a name and a number, but I immediately recognized it for what it was. I stuffed the invitation to his room into my bra and went back to enjoying the show. My feet hurt, my throat was raw, and my head was pounding but I hadn’t felt more energized in my life. That boy put on an amazing show. I pulled my friend to the side while we waited for a taxi and showed her my note. She immediately told me to go, noting that I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t. I was glad that she talked me into it, because although I knew it was an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I was still a little hesitant. Not that I was doubting Jay, but I knew I could have ended up on First 48, or on the back of someone’s milk carton. Even though it was late, we both left messages for our parents telling them that we’d call them later, that we’d had an amazing time at the show and we were heading back to the hotel to go to bed. It technically wasn’t a lie. Jay just happened to have been staying in the same hotel as we were, I just wasn’t going to bed just yet. I knew that it would probably take a while before Jay got back, so the two of us went to our room and showered. My roommate threw on her pajamas and fought to stay awake with me as I tried to find something cute and sexy, but not hoe-ish to wear to Jay’s room. I finally decided on something, changed, and waited another thirty minutes before heading to room 420. I stood in front of the door for a while trying to get my nerves together. I realized I was never going to not be nervous, so I raised my fist to knock on the door, only to have it open before I could actually touch it. I took a deep breath and walked into the room. There was music playing and Jay was standing right there waiting to close the door behind me. He welcomed me into the room and I followed him through the suite. We stopped in a living room area and I saw two glasses chilling in a bucket of ice and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries. “So you just knew I was going to show up?” I joked. “Nah, I'm not that cocky, but I was hoping you would. Help yourself.” “Thanks, but I don’t drink and I’m allergic to strawberries.” “That’s no problem. You can have whatever you want.” “To be honest, I’m too nervous for anything extra.” I don’t know what possessed me to be so honest with him. Maybe it was the way his eyes sparkled at my confession. I felt compelled to tell him whatever he wanted to know. I wanted to do whatever he asked me to. I shook my head, amazed and a little scared by how intense things had gotten from just one little sentence. “You don’t have to be afraid. I don’t bite…much.” “That was so corny,” I burst out. “It’s the truth,” he said. He sat down and motioned for me to sit on his lap. For a moment I hesitated, but I heard my roommate threatening me in my head so I walked forward with confidence I didn’t know I had. “See, this isn’t so bad, is it?” he asked. No, it’s not bad at all, especially if what I’m imagining is actually about to go down I thought. Jay chuckled. “We can do all that and more. I’m yours until the sun comes up.” My head snapped back to get a better look at him. I was pretty sure that I hadn’t said that out loud but he’d answered anyway. What the actual hell is going on right now? “Your fantasies are about to come true,” he answered my unspoken thought. I tried to get up, but he had my waist in a vice grip and I couldn’t escape. “There’s no turning back,” he told me. He smiled and his canines glistened in the light, pearly white and unnaturally sharp. It was shocking, but somehow I wasn’t as nervous as I was before. Jay raised an eyebrow at me. “What’s wrong with you?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked. I was a little bit offended. I mean, he was calling me abnormal on the downlow. “I just showed you my fangs and you didn’t scream or curse, call a holy name, start praying…your heart rate didn’t even accelerate. This isn’t the kind of reaction I was expecting.” I shrugged. “I don’t know how to explain it, but I’m not scared.” As I spoke I realized it was kind of true. It was more hot than anything and I guess that says more about me than it does about him but whatever. “I’m curious. If you expected me to go running and screaming why did you call me here?” It was Jay’s turn to shrug. “I felt drawn to you since the concert. I could feel you in the crowd if that makes sense. I had to have you.” “And if I hadn’t shown up here?” He gave me a cocky half-smile. “There was no doubt that you wouldn’t be here.” “I thought you said you weren’t cocky.” “I said I wasn’t that cocky. There’s a difference.” “Shut up and kiss me,” I told him. I bent my head towards him and he met me halfway. I moaned when our lips connected, the feeling more intense than I thought should have been possible. He had me melting with just a kiss and I was damn curious to see what the rest of night was going to bring if just a kiss had me feeling like this. “Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable,” he said breaking away from me. I got up and then followed him to the bedroom. He looked at me and winked and suddenly I was standing naked in the middle of the room. I can’t say that it wasn’t a cool effect as I watched the same thing happen to him. I had a hard time not looking down, especially when I could see his eyes darkening right in front of me. I looked down and swallowed hard. I was definitely in for something tonight. “There’s no going back you know,” he said. “And once we do this, your life is going to change forever.” “Ha!” I scoffed. “You sound like one of my romance novels. What are you trying to say? I’m going to have sex with a vampire and turn into some kind of sex junkie? Am I going to get bitten and be magically allergic to the sun for the next few days or something?” “It’s not that, it’s just that…no one else is going to be able to make you feel the way I’ll make you feel tonight.” “I don’t believe you.” “I know you don’t. You’ll believe me soon enough.” He pulled me into him and we landed on the bed. I sank into the soft mattress while he climbed on top of me. We kissed again, more feral than the last time, and I felt him nipping at my bottom lip. He pulled away and looked down at me. It felt as though his gaze was going straight to my soul. I shivered uncontrollably. “It begins now,” he said cryptically. I wanted to ask what he was talking about but my voice was caught in my throat. He lowered his head and placed his lips against my temple until it felt hot. He pecked a small trail down to where my jaw hinged and waited until it heated there too. I was confused and for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what was going on. He continued the process down to the pulse point in my neck, licking and sucking there until I arched off the bed. Instead of going where I thought he would, he kissed down my arm Gomez Addams style, placing a wet kiss against my brachial artery. I felt like every place he went to was on fire. He made his way down my body, between my legs, but turned instead to nip at my femoral artery. “What are you doing to me?” I managed to say. “I’m rewiring your system,” he said simply. I could feel his breath against my core and I moved my hips forward just a little, trying to entice him. “What does that mean exactly?” “Just what I said earlier-you’re never going to feel this way with anyone else.” He punctuated his statement by pushing his tongue deep inside me. I can’t even tell you what kind of sound came out of my mouth because I don’t know either. Jay laughed at my reaction, then went back to devouring me until I was begging him to just stop and let me breathe. “Don’t tell me you can’t hang,” he said, sitting up and looking at me. I tried to glare at him, but it was taking most of my energy to get my breathing back to normal. “I can hang. I just-I just need a minute,” I said. I sounded lame to myself so I can’t imagine how I sounded to Jay. “It’s only going to get better from here.” He positioned himself above me, his thick arousal pulsing against my thigh, the head of it rubbing teasingly against my entrance. I whimpered, begging without words for him to just fuck me into oblivion. He must have read my mind because he laughed and pushed into me. “Shit…” I said as he sank into me. It was like we were made for each other, the way he slid in. I could feel myself tightening around him and I don’t remember ever having sex feel that good. I bit my lip as I got used to him and then nodded when I was ready. He pulled all the way out and then half way in, again and again and it did nothing but tease me. I started crying and cursing, trying to get him to go harder or faster but he ignored me and kept doing his own thing. I stopped fighting it and he rewarded me by pushing in to the hilt. “Jay…faster, please,” I begged and for once he obliged. His pace increased and so did my moans. Not only was he hitting every spot I owned but I could already feel the tell-tale signs of an orgasm building up behind my bellybutton. “You know it’s not going to be that easy,” Jay panted out. Before I knew what was happening, the feeling was gone. I didn’t know what to do with myself but I watched as Jay put his hand to my pelvis, never stopping moving within me, and an orange dot appeared on my skin. It was intriguing and I didn’t know what to make of it, but I chalked it up to the magic of Jay Park and his awesome vampire skills Without warning I was flipped over so that I had to catch myself on my elbows. Jay’s hands went around my waist and I was pulled into him repeatedly. I felt like a shish-kabob, just being speared by him. Every piece of me, from the roots of my hair to the soles of my feet, was pulsing with desire and the need to release. I was begging again although I’m not quite sure what I wanted anymore. “You ready?” Jay said in my ear. I nodded, still unsure of what was happening. His right hand went under me to the spot that had come up before. I could feel my womb heating up and then I was seeing stars and the moon as I came so hard I couldn’t even speak. My body felt like it was tingling all over and I was vaguely aware of Jay calling out my name and collapsing on top of me before I blacked out. When I came to, Jay was laying beside me with that smirk I’d come to love. “What just happened?” I asked hoarsely. “I marked you,” he said. “Meaning…?” He chuckled. “You’ll find out soon enough. You should get back to your room now.” I was still slightly out of it, but he made my clothes reappear and I took it as a sign he was serious so I left without another word. I let myself into my hotel room and went back to sleep. It wasn’t until sometime after noon when my roommate woke me up. “So…how was it?” I opened my mouth then closed it again. I wasn’t sure how much I should tell her, but I knew I damn sure couldn’t say anything about the whole vampire thing. I wasn’t exactly sure that part was real either. “It was…amazing, spectacular, mind-blowing…do I need to keep going? The boy can put down.” “Come on, tell me details!” “I can’t do that,” I said. “I don’t kiss and tell.” “Then skip the kissing part.” I glared at her and refused to say anything about it. We spent the day in the room because I really wasn’t up to walking around. Sometime that evening, someone knocked on the door and my roommate came back with a note for me. Thanks for last night. Yes, everything you think happened did, including all the supernatural stuff. It’s a perk of being like me. I didn’t mean to wear you out so much. Yes, I know what you’re thinking even if we’re not near each other. Like I said, I rewired your system. You can’t shake me, no matter what. No one else will ever be able to make you feel like I did. You’re mine now- Jay I didn’t know what to make of it, but I tucked the note into my journal and didn’t think about it for the rest of my trip. So, you’re probably wondering what I meant in the beginning about my body being different since my Jay encounter. Let me explain about that now. About two or three months later, I hooked up with an old boyfriend. We were both single and horny and we ended up having sex. I remember him being kind of good, and while he was slobbering all over himself, I couldn’t even enjoy it. I was trying to figure out was wrong with me and I chalked it up to maybe I was just not into him like that anymore. I had an idea, and after a bit of whore-ish behavior my conclusion was that Jay really was a vampire. He’d rewired my system to respond only to him in sexual situations. I still wasn’t sure, so I turned to the internet. I swear you can find anything with a little bit of time, patience and inprivate browsing. My suspicions were confirmed and I groaned in frustration. How could he do this to me? Not that he isn’t fucking gorgeous but to make it to where I couldn’t get off without him…that was just cruel. As if a gift was being sent from whatever saint listens to sexually frustrated females, my message alert when off and in my email was a complimentary ticket to the next Jay show, with airfare and hotel included. At the end of the message, after the small print were the words: I told you, you can’t shake me. I’m the only one you’ll need. I marked you. You are mine. Yes Jay, I thought, I’m yours.

#fanfic #fanfiction #jaypark #jay park #kpop #khiphop #aomg #vamp au #vampfic

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donvex · 7 years ago

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A PLAYLIST OF RICHIE TOZIER APPEARANCES

Fandom: IT (2017)

Pairing: Reddie ( Richie Tozier / Eddie Kaspbrak )

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary:

Eddie is, by all means, a popular vlogger. He’s worked hard to get himself where he is, and the fans love him for that, appreciate him for that.

But they’re also somewhat obsessed with Richie Tozier, and trying to decide if Eddie is, in fact, dating him.

So sue them.

AO3 Link

For @odeto-tozier, based off of their Vlogger!Eddie post.

Tag List: @killerxqueer @richietozierlitaf @princely-dots

I. 101 WAYS TO DITCH YOUR FRIENDS - 932k VIEWS

One of the most popular videos on Eddie’s entire channel, at least for a while, this is where Eddie introduces them. The Losers Club. He’s mentioned them, sure. Talked about having them on for a video, showed off their makeup or their art and directed his fan base to their social medias, but this is where he finally introduces them.

Big Bill is first. Eddie’s best friend, the sweetest guy there is, always there for Eddie. One of the only people to not have made fun of him in middle school for having asthma, Bill knew stuff to do. Places to go. Things to see. And the thing is, Eddie may not have needed an inhaler anymore, but he still never breathed as well as he did when he was with Bill. They’d run all night and never need to catch their breath, that was the kind of bond they had.

And then there’s Mike, and okay, maybe Bill isn’t the sweetest guy in the world. He’s up there, sure, but he doesn’t compare to Mike Hanlon. From the moment Mike is on screen, he’s smiling. Then he realizes he’s being filmed, and he smiles even more. He wants to show the camera a thousand things, from the soft sheep on his farm, to the flowers he’s pressed in his free time, to the pages of history he has organized on his book shelves. Mike is smiles and safety, strong and soft all at once.

Ben is quiet most of the time he’s on camera. While Eddie promises Ben’s all laughs when they’re hanging out, he’s just too shy to do anything for what could possibly (and definitely would) be thousands of people. He’s better at writing words than saying them, and Eddie shamelessly uses that as an opportunity to plug Ben’s up and coming poetry book that he’s been setting up a kickstarter for.

Beverly, Stan, and Richie come as a tangled group. It’s a whirlwind, really, the four of them pushing through the walmart doors at almost 2am. There’s a lot of swift laughter and fumbling of the phone, unwillingly passing the camera from set of hands to set of hands. At some point Richie refuses to give the phone back, holding it high above his head, camera angled down towards a clearly angry Eddie.

There’s a lot of banter, and even Bev and Stan can be heard “oo-ing” in the background and yelling out to “just kiss already!” It’s clearly a joke (maybe?) between a close group of friends, but all of Eddie’s fans instantly latch onto this. It’s perfect, an equal amount of fond push and shove on each end, and it’s addictive.

The walmart group each get their own sections later, and some more group videos are thrown in towards the end, but all of the gif sets made seem to revolve around Richie. His sections is mostly Richie taking the phone and talking about himself, making bad jokes that Eddie swears he’s going to cut out, but it all stays in the video anyway, gasoline on the fire.

II. FUCK THE CHALLENGE SYSTEM - 458k VIEWS

Eddie hates challenges. All of his fans know this, just as they know that any challenge they want Eddie to do - they send to Richie.

Because Richie gets Eddie to do anything.

And that, right there, is what holds every single fan up. If they weren’t dating, why was Eddie putty in Richie’s hands? Best friends, sure, but none of Eddie’s other friends convinced him to do challenges.

(They don’t mention that maybe, just maybe, it’s because Richie is a little shit that loves pushing Eddie’s buttons, and all of his other friends respect him when he declines.

Yeah, they just don’t mention it.)

Except this time, there is no actual challenge. Eddie is going off about how wrong they make him feel, how perverse it is to not only force an uncomfortable situation onto him, but to then expect him to force another youtuber into doing the same. It’s unfair, and unclean, and while he respects any fellow vloggers who enjoy the challenges, he’s officially cancelling any challenge videos on his page ever again.

Richie, who just seems to always be around when challenges are mentioned (who seems to just always be around) immediately flies into the frame.

“You heard it! Eds spagehds is officially moving all challenge videos to my page, so if you want to catch them, you’re gonna have to follow this mother fucker right here.” Eddie’s protests and profanities go ignored, shouts of, “Rich, no! Fuck no!” and then the video cuts to an unfamiliar room, with Eddie moping dejectedly in his chair.

It’s thirty seconds exactly (00:30) of Eddie looking sadly into the camera, dead silence around him. In the empty space next to him, a chair that presumably expects to host one Richie Tozier, is a hyperlink to Richie’s channel, and their first Challenge Compilation video.

( Eddie Finally Does All the Challenges He’s Been Refusing, All At Once - 212k Views )

And now the subs know that Richie can make Eddie do anything, any fucking thing.

And they know what the inside of Richie’s room looks like, too.

III. WHY GAYS RELY ON PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION - 644k VIEWS

This video is literally the most fucking blurry, conspiracy theory, I-Have-Proof-Of-The-Lochness-Monster shit that Eddie’s fandom has ever seen. It is, by all accounts, a normal ass vlog. Eddie’s there at his counter, bright sunlight from the large windows in his kitchen filtering into the space, a cup of (presumably) black tea immediately to Eddie’s right. Not that he’ll ever drink it in the video, because he never does, but he does use it to keep his hands warm when they aren’t busy flying all over the place while he angrily vents about why public transportation is the worst, but actually driving makes him too fucking anxious to function.

Because, come on, fuck turnpikes.

The video is approximately two minutes and thirteen seconds (2:13) long, and yet this video has triple the amount of views as every past two minute long vlog for the past four months.

(Four months ago Eddie released a two minute vlog that was nothing but Eddie’s friends petting his hair, and Eddie making soft happy faces in return. The fandom continues to keep that video alive, if only by desperately comparing the length of Richie petting Eddie to the length of every other loser doing so in hopes that the numbers will add up and mean something. So far, it doesn’t.)

There’s really nothing about this vlog that stands out, not even the mug Eddie uses or the clothes he wears. The outfit is one that they’ve seen before, between fashion vlogs and #ootd instagram posts.

No, the reason this particular video skyrockets in popularity is not because of anything Eddie does, but because, around 1:43, from a very distant shot, you can see a figure lazily walking into the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and some cereal, and leaving. That figure, almost 100% wearing nothing but boxers, looks a hell of a lot like one Richie Tozier.

You know, disregarding the distance. And the pixelation. And Eddie’s face cutting off the figure most of the time anyway, because it is his vlog.

But that almost-naked figure in the background is definitely an almost-naked Richie Tozier, the fandom swears it.

IV. PRETTY BOY TRANSFORMATION - 722k VIEWS

The entire fan base already knew Eddie was a pretty boy. That was half of the appeal of his channel in the first place, that you knew exactly what you were going to get. A safe place for any identity. Eddie had been sent plenty of soft shirts and flower crowns already, and half of what he opened on his unboxing streams was pastel. The fans didn’t need to make edits or gifs or icons - Eddie was perfectly happy to wear all of it on his own.

But Eddie with make up, that was an entirely new type of pretty boy.

The video starts with Bev and Eddie bickering, and quickly devolves into not-so-subtly shoving each other’s shoulders while trying to get in front of the camera. They’re both laughing, wide smiles and warm eyes, until finally Bev pushes Eddie’s head down and sticks her whole face into the camera to let all 1.2 million subscribers know that she is, in fact, going to do Eddie’s makeup - but only after letting Eddie pick his own outfit, first.

The dusty blue eyeshadow is a safe choice, and matches the large sweater Eddie’s wearing. Then Bev is drawing large wings onto Eddie’s tan skin with white liquid, and lining his bottom lid with decorative dots. Eddie tries to sass Bev the entire time she’s trying to put on white lipstick that she had found from god knows where, but Eddie refuses to stop talking until finally she admits defeat and let’s Eddie put on a soft matte pink instead. The last touch is silver glitter, thickly painted from the corner of Eddie’s eyes and down his cheeks.

The orange light of the sun skips across Eddie, shimmering like dust. Eddie makes a pouty kissy face, lips puckered and eyelashes fluttering, head just barely resting on his hand while his large sleeve slides down his thin wrist. And that’s when it happens.

The first actual conclusive clue.

(So the fans say. Because really, an audio clip that is exactly .02 seconds long is hardly more conclusive than any of their video evidence, but the file still spreads like wildfire.)

“Cute, cute, cute!”

The voice comes from off screen, and Eddie snaps his teeth in the direction of Richie’s voice before the video hard cuts to Eddie posing for the camera.

V. TRANSPORTATION STRIKES AGAIN - 834k VIEWS

It’s another shitty phone video, and this time the quality is even worse because of the trembling car. A quarter of the video is blurred, and again, this is another two minute vlog. Two minutes and thirty one seconds (2:31) to be exact. A quarter of that leaves, well, not much actual time to have actual footage.

Once again, Eddie’s transportation life is crumbling. The buses are all shut down, too many workers on strike, and there’s no other quick way to be mobile. He’s stuck in Richie’s run down truck, and maybe he’s a little fond of it, but he doesn’t have time for Richie to make seven ridiculous pit stops.

The fans are a little disappointed that they don’t get to see Richie and Eddie’s gas station excursions, but they notice when the video cuts from an empty truck to one filled with drinks and snacks, and that only means one thing - Eddie gave in and let Richie get whatever he wanted. Again.

One point for the shippers.

It’s a short glance into Eddie’s life, just something quick to keep his subs satisfied until he can finish editing his full length video, which he promises will be out by the end of the next day.

“Aw, Eds, it’s like you care.” Then Richie’s ruffling Eddie’s wind swept hair, and Eddie is trying to keep his stern expression on despite the laughter that starts bubbling up from his chest. He swats at Richie’s hand, yelling at him to watch where he’s fucking driving, but even behind the wheel Richie manages to be a menace.

Then they’re there, wherever there is, (and yet again the fans wish they knew, because Eddie casually keeps skipping over it, but they can at least realize there’s a line of privacy there somewhere that they shouldn’t overstep). Then Richie is taking the phone from Eddie, mock saluting it, and kissing Eddie’s head before pushing him out the door.

Yeah, the all of the fans double take, too. Rewind the video, and then rewind it again. Throw on captions for good measure. That’s definitely there, they aren’t searching pixels this time.

Richie just kissed Eddie on the forehead. If he isn’t whipped, which he should be, all of Eddie’s fans will be whipped for him.

+I. THE REAL MTV: CRIB TOUR!! - 1.1M VIEWS

Eddie’s not in his normal spot. The lighting is different, and the camera is close to his face - utilizing an above angle that Eddie doesn’t use often.

But Eddie’s smiling, his face expression tired and content. Most of his greeting comes out mumbled, and he tries his best to address his fans, but he can’t. He’s too comfortable, he tells them. He recently invested in a good pillow, and boy, has it made all the difference. He’s not a sell out, he just doesn’t see anything wrong with product placement. If a quality brand is willing to offer him merchandise for free, he’s gonna take it.

Except then he’s pushed, and the feed goes hazy for a moment, until the phone is back up in place - and zoomed out this time, too.

Eddie is on his couch, curled up in between Richie’s legs. “I’m not a pillow, Eds. I’m not sponsoring you.”

“Of course you are, shut the fuck up.”

Then Eddie’s rambling about how comfortable the cushions are, how warm the sunlight is, how he doesn’t think he’ll ever walk again if it means he has to get up. He goes on like this for a long while, and Richie just watches him, his own hair wild with sleep and a smile taking up over half his face. When Eddie realizes he’s talking to himself, he turns in Richie’s arms to look up at his face, and Richie jolts.

“Hey there, princess.”

“Are we going to show them our new apartment or not?”

“Mmmmm…. or not, if that means I get to stay here with you.” Eddie sighs in defeat, but he doesn’t look disappointed in the slightest as he leans back to lay his head against Richie’s chest. Richie dips down to kiss his forehead before taking the phone, leading his own rambling.

Twelve minutes in, (12:46 exactly), Eddie blinks awake. He looks up and wordlessly cuts Richie off, pressing their lips together gently. There’s a few seconds of silence where the two pull back to stare at each other with soft smiles curling their lips, sunlight filtering between them.

The fandom cries.

“Come on, loser, let’s show them our new home already.”

The fandom cries harder.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it 2017 #my writing #youtuber au

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airmom. tumblr. com/post/159215839296 is the mars post I was talking about you doing for the rest of the signs. it's simple, to the point, and informative. I like it a lot. lol.

ooo hehehe ok sure

Aries Mars:-anger e over everything- 1, 2, 3 action! (cannot handle laziness)-loves competition, either gym rat or athlete monstr-hates waiting -angr e sex could be a strong desire-strong risk-takers, u either try or die trying-loves the chase-actions speak louder than words!!!-str8 to the point-wants to play basketball w ur feelings probably-wants to live their life to fullest

Taurus Mars:-likes to touch rather than talk-process things slowly and steadily (not saying they’re slow, I meant by approach)-takes patience to understand them heh-might b a sugar daddy/sugar baby-obsessed with their things, so don’t b surprised how protective they can b abt u-so calm, so hard to read-keeps sexual activity like a secret, sh-might forget that sex is abt creating a bond, bc they are so focused on their own pleasure oopz

Gemini Mars:-so unpredictable omgknjvnsjvnd-like to makes things abt themselves sometimes-likes to learn, hit them with that new math problem u learned at school-double-texters imo-want someone to keep up w them-so easily distracted, and scattered o no-have a way w words oo la la-likes to talk over the phone, might have a phone sex kink (shrug)-prefers variety and to keep their options open-needs their space, does not like to rush into things

Cancer Mars:-will talk about having children-cute girls > hot girls-protective-huge homebody oo co zee-most likely to come off really cute!!! cute energy!!!-v smart, will make the effort to the things they want to achieve-hides in their shell, so ppl don’t see their true intentions-takes a while to get with these bad bois (eas e peas e? ya u tHouGht)-likes to observe the ones they like-might give u a quiz, n will see where the relationship is going from there (might make platonic or romantic move on u, and see ur response to it)-might come off harsh if they feel trapped -want to feel secure!!

Leo Mars:-anger e over everything pt 2-lazy but are very goal-oriented-confident over the person they r trying to pursue (might not always b the case)-need to learn to slow their roll, 100/100 likely to go straight into flirting-likes attention n affection hehe-when they aren’t trying to seek a partner, they r busy doing something artistic-loves everything art-wants to make themselves n the ppl around them proud!!!-super stubborn grrr-loves the adrenaline they get when they r in love ahh, thats y they like falling love-enthusiastic, and warm makes them v cute partners-pretty much a top

Virgo Mars:-keeps it one hunneh-likes to pursue things n not make a big deal out of it, they know they did good-strives 4 success-polite conversations > flirting-calm, and quick-minded-dont get in their way bc they’ll just push u aside-has sharp-tongue (b careful when u french kiss them o no)-can turn calm into detached, ya theres a difference-hit them with that correct grammar and that advanced english-old-skool loverz-they remind me of….office sex-another earth mars that keeps things secret sh-prefer to do things thru experience

Libra Mars:-another air sign that has a way w words oo la la-commitment is not in their dictionary (ehehe jokes)-most likely to win ur heart (fUcK)-so charming, alluring, and kno how to grab ur attention-dont kno what they want -decisions r so frusTurAtInG-when they become weak when they are being pressured (sorry I’m exposing u like this)-struggles to be fair, what other ppl want and what they want-want to have fun, so rushing things will b ur downfall heh-like to b complimented and shown any type of attention-likes dirty talk probably, sexting may b?

Scorpio Mars:-hates losing, losing is not an option-prefer to have a few goals, so they can b focused in order to achieve them easily-possessive & controlling -will sit back n think whether u r worth the effort-digs deep into things-probably a stalker (love to research and find out things for themselves but that doesn’t mean u should b dishonest w them)-very hard to befriend -takes a while to gain their trust, lots of patience pls-pls proceed w caution-very good healers, very strong fighters-fascinated w occults, death, dangers, and things that r unanswered

Sagittarius Mars:-adventure seekers-change their wants everyday probably-always coming up w ideas-likes someone who keeps them entertained-not a cheesy/corny lover-fun > emotions-quick-witted, and r very fun to have a conversation w-funny!!!!! so funny!!!!-they r so spontaneous -always going thru new experiences, wisdom is key!!!-can never finish projects bc a new idea always pops up o no!!-will dip when things get 2 serious 2 soon

Capricorn Mars:-DADDDY KINKS I SWEAR TO GODDJSKJLF-sorry but reality is harsh and so are Cappys-goals come first-very serious & straight-forward, lets cut to the chase-work-oriented, especially when they r pursuing someone!!!-patient-can b cold when u c their bad side, move aside, they want to achieve-love and sex is a slow-burning pleasure yummy-they strive for success like the other earth signs-can control their anger-old-skool as heck-plans for the future!!!-make great spouses tbh-dry dark sense of humor ):

Aquarius Mars:-rules? never heard of her-r not obvious lovers-prefer to b ur friend first!!!-they think instead of express, they r an air sign not a water (ahem)-can be very detached, anything expressive or physical can give them discomfort-reasonable, and calm-kink e-they like to experiment ((((;-idealists, they know what they abt to do to u -logic & reasoning, logic & reasoning-have a very headstrong approach to everythinnnnnnng-independent!!! quirky!!!!-”me, myself, and ego”

Pisces Mars:-things change their moods v easily n they won’t notice!!!-goes thru things unconsciously-will like u one day then won’t answer ur texts the next (wauw)-so indirect-if they want to pursue something they need to b emotionally committed ):-go-with-the-flow-never know where their feelings r coming from when they express them (y r they sad? tHey DOnT KnOW)-things like money, power, security, etc will not tempt them-they r v soothing, feels like u r rocking in the ocean when they hug u (try it)-patience pls for this water sign (aside Cancer & Scorpio)-difficult, u r in for a ride!!!!-should meditate when angered+ I got some lil understandings from this site

#answered #mars

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