#GOOD GIRL MENTIONED 🚨🚨🚨

[kitten4sannie]

I FEEL PERFECTLY NORMAL ABOUT THIS

Glowing Caverns | C.SN

「pairing」 : san x fem!reader 「word count」 : 4.5k

「synopsis」 : you were on vacation, taking the time to get away from your chaotic city life and enjoy the tranquility of the beach. it was supposed to be an easy laid back few weeks yet you weren't expecting to catch the eye of a lifeguard who just couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of you.

「genre」 : smut, lil bit of fluff, lifegurard!san, summer fling au

「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, flirting, unprotected sex, biting/marking, messy makeout, rough sex, slight clit play, dirty talk, teasing, dom!san x sub!reader, overstimulation, pet names (princess, baby, pretty, pretty girl...), multiple orgasms, slight buldge kink, creampie, dumbification, slight manhandling, praising, breeding, lmk if I missed anything!!

「notes」 : this has been sitting in my drive half finished for at least a month now and I can't believe that I'm just now getting back to it 😭, but lifeguard san was the first thought that came to mind when I saw the crazy ass video he posted 🥴. special shout out to @kitten4sannie for listening to insaneness and letting me share my crazy ideas, this ones for you babes! also, HAPPY NEW YEARS!! 🥂

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, warming you to the core as you walked along the beach. The book in your hand is long forgotten as you soak in the warm rays, enjoying the sea salt air. It was refreshing to finally have a place that didn’t have you running around like a chicken with its head cut off or a manager that would yell at you for every little thing that you did wrong and even the aches in your body due to overtime were melting away the longer you stood in the summer breeze.

Moving your hand up, you shielded your eyes from the bright sun as you looked around, you saw only a few families on the beach, parents lounging around on their towels under large umbrellas while the kids were off playing in the water or giggling with one another as they attempted to build sandcastles a little too close to the water. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched the three kids jump to their feet with squeals as a wave crashed over their newly built sandcastle, completely demolishing it.

This was the life that you had longed for, and you would give anything to be able to call this your ‘every day,’ but you knew that it would never be true. You couldn’t leave your life in the city behind; as much as you would love to, there was just too much at stake.

Letting out a conflicted sigh, you turned back to the ocean and watched the waves roll calmly on the surface. The gentleness of it all lured you in like a siren's call, tugging at every fiber of your being, and you took a step forward, allowing the cool water to wash over your bare feet, the temperature causing a chill to run down your spine.

After a few moments, you could feel the burning gaze of someone’s eyes, the hairs on the back of your neck standing tall. Peeking over your shoulder, you met the eyes of one of the lifeguards; he was perched on top of the watch-out chair. Heat flushed your cheeks as you took in his appearance, his shaggy hair falling in front of his eyes, but it didn’t hide the intensity of the look he was giving you. Your eyes took in more of his appearance, and you felt like your face was going to burst into flames at any moment. His honey skin was on perfect display. The only thing he was wearing was the bright red swim trunks that all of the lifeguards were wearing.

Swallowing thickly, you raised your hand, sending him a small wave, and your heart nearly stopped when he smiled, waving back. A smile of your own spread on your lips as you turned back around to look out at the ocean once more.

San’s eyes stayed glued to you even after you turned back around; something about you intrigued him. He’s never seen you around town before, and he knows almost everyone. The town doesn’t have very many tourists, so he was curious. It was like there was an invisible string tethering him to you, and he felt a pull, one that wouldn’t go away until he learned more. So he leaned over the other side of the lookout chair, searching for someone.

“Hey, Jongho!” He called out to the other male, who turned around a pair of dark sunglasses adorning his features. “Can you cover for me for a few minutes?” San asked, causing the younger to cock an eyebrow.

“What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll buy your lunch for the rest of the week.” San bargained, and Jongho thought about it for a second before ultimately nodding and agreeing.

“But don’t think I won’t throw your ass under the bus if boss shows up,” Jongho told him pointedly, and San chuckled before patting his shoulder.

“Thanks!” San then turned and jogged over to where you were standing while Jongho climbed up the ladder, drink in hand, as he leaned back in the seat.

You were crouched down, your book in your lap, as you combed through the sand to find any seashells. The sound of footsteps nearing you tore your attention away, and you pulled your hand from the water. Looking over, you found the lifeguard from earlier making his way towards you, so you shook your hand, trying to dry any of the leftover water before standing to your feet once more. Your heart fluttered when he got closer, and you were able to see his dimpled smile and his teeth peeking out from behind his lips.

“Hi.” He greeted you as soon as he got close enough, stopping just a few feet away from you.

You turned to face him, returning his smile as your fingers curled around the spine of your book, “hi.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around town before.” He tilted his head a little bit, causing some of his hair to fall further into his eyes, but he didn’t seem to mind.

The only thing that came to your mind as you watched him look at you curiously was that he was cute. His soft brown eyes drew you in like a freshly made batch of brownies, and his sweet smile left you wanting more. 

You laughed softly at his statement before nodding your head, “That would be because I’m new around here.” You told him before quickly adding on, “Only for the summer though, then I’ve gotta go back home.”

San didn’t miss the solemn look that crossed your face when you mentioned going back home, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for you. However, hearing that you were going to be here for the summer gave him an idea, albeit possibly a horrible idea, but an idea nonetheless.

“Would you care for a tour of the town? I can show you all the best places around.” He gave you a cheeky smile, and you felt your stomach flutter.

The last thing you expected was for someone to offer to show you around the foreign town, let alone someone who was like a godsent. You thought it over for a few moments before ultimately deciding that it wouldn’t be a bad idea, seeing as you were going to be in this town for at least another three months, so you nodded your head with a smile of your own.

“I’d love that.” You told him before you heard shouting from behind him causing both of you to turn only to find an older man marching down the beach.

Chuckling nervously, the boy turned back to you, rubbing the back of his neck, “That would be my boss, I should probably get back. Do you know where the ice cream parlor is?” He asked, and you nodded, recalling seeing it as you were on your way to the beach. “Awesome, I get off at six. Meet me there?”

“San!” You heard someone shout causing the male in front of you to look over his shoulder, seeing the older man now standing next to the lifeguard post with Jongho.

“You should probably go,” You laugh softly. You would hate to see him get into any more trouble for staying and talking to you.

“Probably…” He sighed, turning back towards you, “I’m San, by the way.”

“I’m y/n.” You smiled up at him, and San felt his stomach swirl at the sight, but the moment was ruined when his boss once again yelled at him to get back to his post, causing the poor boy to let out a defeated sigh.

“I’ll see you later y/n.” He waved at you softly before turning and started jogging towards the lifeguard stand but stopped short when he remembered something, “Oh, y/n?” You looked at him at the sound of your name with a hum, “Make sure to wear your bathing suit.”

You nodded softly before watching as he walked back over to the lifeguard stand where his boss started giving him an earful as the boy who was sitting on the chair watched, a straw in his mouth. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. This might just be the best summer you’ve had yet.

Just like San said he would, he showed up at the ice cream parlor a little after six. He found you sitting in a booth off to the side with an empty cup in front of you as you scrolled through your phone. Walking over, he stopped just short of the table with a small smile tugging on his lips.

“Is this seat taken?” He asked, causing you to lift your head, and as soon as you saw him, your face lit up, a smile spreading across your glossed lips. You shook your head before telling him to sit down, to which he happily obliged, sitting across from you and propping his arms on the tabletop.

“So, where are you taking me first?” You asked, taking a sip from your watered-down soda only to grimace slightly due to the bland taste, causing San to chuckle, ‘cute,’ he thought, watching you push the cup away with a small pout forming on your lips.

“Well, I was thinking we would just make our way back down to the beach.” He told you, and you looked at him with scrunched eyebrows. Weren’t you guys just at the beach? Noticing your confusion, he added, “There is a cavern just slightly off the beach that glows at night.”

Your eyes widened at the thought, you have heard of them before but you never thought that you would actually be able to go and see one in person. It would also make sense why he told you to keep your bathing suit on. However, a sudden unease starts to settle in the pit of your stomach at the thought of the sea life that normally comes out after dark.

“What about sharks and whatnot?”

“We won’t have to swim to get inside, plus the underwater entrance is too small for anything big to get in,” San reassured you, and your unease died down as you took in the sincerity that gleamed in his eyes. “If you’re ready, we can start heading that way.” 

You nodded with a bright smile before standing from your seat and turning to grab your trash, but San was quicker. He walked over to the trash can, throwing it away as you followed behind him closely.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You pouted slightly, not used to people doing anything like that for you.

San just offered you a smile, walking to the door and opening it for you, “after you.”

–

About an hour and a half later, you walked side by side with San down the beach, your sandals in your hand as you talked. He had shown you so many small shops that had all kinds of things that you couldn’t find in the bigger cities and even took you to the small animal shelter where he volunteers from time to time. It was refreshing to see, and you wished that you could make it your everyday life, but alas, you couldn’t.

“The entrance is just over here.” San pointed off to the side of the cliff, the flashlight in his hand illuminating the ground underneath your feet. You followed after him until you made it to more rocky ground, so you stopped to put your shoes back on.

You had managed to put one on without too much struggle, but as you were putting the other on, you lost your balance, toppling over. However, instead of crashing on the ground, you felt arms wrapped around your midsection, keeping you upright. Looking up, your breath hitched in your throat as you noticed just how close San was. Stammering out an apology, you pushed away with a flustered face, and San watched in amusement as you avoided his eyes.

After your shoes were on, San led you to the entrance, “it's just through here.” He pointed the flashlight at the small entrance, glancing back at you. You followed after him, making sure to stay close so you don’t get separated. Then, finally, you broke through the entrance with a deep breath; the air smelled heavily of sea salt.

A small gasp fell from your lips when you looked up as San turned the flashlight off. The whole cavern was illuminated in an oceanic blue. The reflection of the water from the ceiling made it feel like you were underwater.

“It’s beautiful.” You spoke quietly as you stepped forward, and San looked over at you with a silly smile on his lips.

Heat flushed his face as he took in your appearance. The lights from the algae made your skin glow. You were breathtaking, and every fiber in his body was yearning to reach out to touch you, but when you looked over, catching him staring, he decided against it.

“C’mon, let’s get in the water.” He quickly spoke before you had a chance to even question why he was staring and jogged over to the edge of the water. 

You stood there in confusion for a moment before looking back over at the taller male as he kicked his shoes off and pulled his shirt over his head. Your mouth watered slightly at the sight of his bare skin, watching the muscles in his back ripple as he threw his shirt off to the side.

Heat crept up your neck as he looked back at you with a small smile, but there was a gleam in his eyes that made your stomach flip. Swallowing thickly you walked over to the water’s edge as San dove in and kicked your sandals off once more.

“This is safe, right?” You asked, your voice coming out shaky as you took in San’s appearance after coming out from under the water.

“I’ve been swimming here since I was a kid. I promise it’s safe.” He offered you a reassuring smile, and you nodded before reaching for the hem of your shirt.

San couldn’t tear his gaze away from your body as you pulled your shirt over your head, revealing the bikini top that you were wearing underneath. He could feel his whole body start to burn as you pulled your shorts down your legs before tossing both items over with his discarded shirt.

You could feel his eyes burning into you as you threaded through the water, which was surprisingly warmer than you expected it to be. When you got close enough to him, he swallowed down the lump in his throat, but then you got a mischievous idea.

Cupping your hands together, you splashed water at him, drenching his face and hair. You broke down into a fit of giggles at the shock on his face after he wiped his eyes.

“Oh, you’re playin’ a dangerous game.” He chuckled deeply, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the noise, heat pooling in your gut, but you tried to ignore it as he sprayed water right back at you.

A squeal fell from your lips as he rushed at you, and you ran from him, the whole cavern filling with the sounds of your guy's laughter. 

You tried to get away from San’s outstretched hands after splashing him once again, but your foot slipped, and he managed to grab your arm. He pulled you towards him, your body almost weightless in the water.

“Got you.” He huffed, looking down at you as your hand fell to his chest to keep your balance. 

The air around you grew still; the only sound was your heavy breathing. San’s eyes were glued to your face, and you could feel your body growing warmer by the second. He started to lean down, his lips ghosting over yours, and your eyes fluttered closed as he closed the space between your bodies.

San’s lips were soft against yours; the kiss was sweet, but it didn’t take long before it started to fill with need. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, groaning at the taste, a mixture of sea salt and your strawberry lip gloss. The sound was enough to leave your core dripping as you parted your lips, allowing him to invade your mouth.

A small whine fell from your lips as he bit down on your bottom lip gently before trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck. You rolled your head to the side, giving him more space to leave wet, open-mouth kisses along your skin.

“San…” You let out a breathy moan as he nipped at your skin, his hands wandering your body while yours squeezed his shoulders to try and ground yourself. Your breath hitched in your throat when his hand cupped your boob over your bikini top.

“You sound so pretty, moaning my name.” He groaned against your skin, his senses going haywire as he kissed back up to your lips. He just couldn’t seem to get enough. He wanted more.

A small yelp fell from your lips when he picked you up effortlessly, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you out of the water. His lips then found yours, capturing them in a heated kiss.

Not a word was spoken as he laid you down on the smooth floor of the cavern, fingers dancing across your skin. Every fiber of your being felt like it had been set aflame as his hand crept down your stomach, tracing the hem of your bottoms.

He pulled away from your lips, taking in your disheveled appearance and your swollen lips glistening under the light. The sight made his dick swell in his trunks, the material straining, causing him to groan. Pulling back a little more, he curled his fingers around the fabric of your bottoms and looked back at you with a questioning gaze. After giving him the green light, San wasted no time in discarding you of your bottoms, leaving your dripping core on full display.

You felt small under his gaze, and you started to close your legs in embarrassment. However, San was quick to stop you. Grabbing your knees, he spread your legs once more, his cock twitching at the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Fuck.” He cursed, mouth yearning to latch on to your clit, but his aching cock was telling him that there was no time. So he prayed to the gods that he would get another chance to eat you out before the summer was over.

“San–” You were cut off by a choked moan when he pressed down on your clit suddenly, groaning at how wet you were. He leaned back over your body, caging you under his as he looked at your lust-filled eyes.

“Shit princess, you’re so fucking wet.” His head leaned down, his hot breath fanning over your ear as he continued to toy with your clit.

“San, please!” You whined, back arching off the ground when he added more pressure to your clit. Your body felt like it was on fire, and your core ached, begging to be filled. The growing desire becomes insatiable.

“Please, what, pretty girl?” He cooed, raising up to look at you with a teasing smirk, and that’s when you noticed the chain dangling from his neck. 

Biting back another moan, you reached up and wrapped your fingers around the cool metal before pulling him down until his lips brushed over yours, “stop teasing and fuck me.”

San chuckled before removing his hand from your little bundle of nerves, “so demanding.” 

You were about to retort, but all words died on your tongue as he leaned up to pull his trunks down just enough to let his weeping cock pop out. Noticing the shocked look in your eyes, he smirked before leaning over you again, lips brushing over your ear.

“You were the one demanding that I fuck you, so take it like a good girl, hmm?” His voice was deep, causing you to clench around nothing, a small whine falling from your lips.

Your whole body jolted when you felt his tip running over your slit before bumping into your clit. Then he started pushing into you without so much as a warning, causing you to choke out a broken moan of his name.

“San!” You cried out, nails clawing at his back, nearly breaking skin, and tears brimmed in your eyes. “‘S too much.” 

“But you wanted this baby.” He cooed, thumb brushing under your eyes as tears started to fall, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find his forcefulness hot. Your walls squeezed around his aching cock, sucking him further in and he groaned, “plus you’re sucking me in, your pretty little cunt is just begging to be filled.”

Your eyes rolled back when he finally bottomed out, your mind fuzzing over from the full feeling. San watched you intently as you pulled at his body, wanting him close to you, a pathetic whimper falling from your swollen lips.

“Sannie!” You cried out, and his cock twitched at the whiny tone in your voice. The pressure was overwhelming, and you felt like you were about to combust if nothing was done about it soon. Your hips rolled up against San’s, and a choked gasp fell from your lips when his tip brushed over your sweet spot. “M-Move, please. San, please.” You spewed pleas like a mantra, and San’s lips curled into a smirk as he took your hips in his hands.

He pulled out until just the tip was left before pushing back in with enough force to make your tits bounce. A strangled cry tore from your lungs, and your hands flew to his forearm. His pace was slow but deep, hitting all of the right spots and turning you into a blubbering mess.

“Look at you taking me so well,” He cooed, pistoning his hips into yours until his tip hit your cervix.

Stars danced across your vision when his pace picked up, his grip so tight on your hips that you were sure that it would leave bruises the next day. However, all thoughts melted from your brain when his hand pressed down on your lower stomach, making you feel him even more.

“S-San– fuck! You feel so good, oh my god!” You cried out, back arching off of the ground when his thumb made contact with your clit. Your legs trembled around San’s waist as he brought you closer to your climax, your velvet walls squeezing around his throbbing cock like a vice.

“Shit, if you keep squeezing me like that, I’m gonna cum.” San groaned, his body leaning over yours to litter your chest with sloppy kisses. “Is that what you want, pretty girl? Me to cum in this sweet pussy of yours? To claim you as mine, is that it?” He growled against your skin, and it felt like your brain turned to mush at the thought of him cumming in you, and you tightened around him once more, giving away exactly what you wanted.

With just a few more thrusts, he sent you toppling over the edge, a string of broken moans falling from your lips as he fucked you through your high. Detaching his lips from your collarbone, he leaned over you, chain hanging just in your peripheral. Without so much as a second thought, you grabbed the jewelry and pulled him down, slotting your lips over his.

The kiss was anything but neat; he kissed you with a bruising force, and a mixture of spit covered both of your chins. Any sound you made from his relentless pounding was swallowed by his lips. Tears of overstimulation clouded your vision as you tried to tell him to slow down, but all that left your lips were incoherent babbles.

“Fuck! I’m sorry, pretty, just hold on a little bit more; you can do that, can’t you?” He grunted through gritted teeth as he sat back up, using his hold on your hips to plow you into oblivion. Your nails dug into his forearm, threatening to break skin as he pushed you closer to another climax.

“S-San!” You choked out a moan as he brushed over your sweet spot, causing stars to cloud your vision.

“Shit.” San groaned as he felt his own high right on the tip of his tongue. His hand then moved from your hip, trailing up your body until he caught your chin between his fingers. “Look at me pretty girl, I want you to watch as I fill your womb with my cum.” 

His words were enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your body trembling as another high washed over your body. Your pussy spasmed around his cock as you continued to gush out your own cum. An incoherent mixture of his name and curses spewed from your lips as he continued to fuck you through another high until his own thrusts became sloppy.

“Eyes on me, princess.” He tapped your cheek, watching in amusement as you tried your best to focus your attention on him despite all of the pleasure your body was receiving. “F-Fucking–” His voice cracked as his climax hit him like a freight train, his warm seed spilling deep into your walls.

“Sannie!” You whine at the sudden feeling, back arching off of the ground once more when he stilled inside of you.

“You did so good for me, baby.” He huffed, leaning over to pull your lips into a gentle kiss, and your shaky arms wrapped around his neck, wanting to keep him as close as possible.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments more until San pulled away, causing you to whine at the sudden loss of contact. With a chuckle, he slipped out of your spent hole, watching as a mixture of his and your cum pooled on the ground beneath you. Swallowing thickly, he tore his eyes away, afraid that he would get hard again, and instead pulled his trunks back up before helping you back into your clothes.

“C’mon, we can go back to mine and watch a movie or something.” He smiled sweetly at you as he helped you pull your shorts over your hips, and you felt your face flush.

“Throw in some snacks, and I’ll be yours.” You teased, and he chuckled before grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers.

“I can make that happen.” He then pulled you back towards the entrance of the cavern and back to the beach before the both of you headed back to his place for the rest of the night.

You couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, if you kissed your city life goodbye, you could be happy here. The thought of having to leave San at the end of the summer after what just happened left an ache deep in your heart. So that’s all it took, was another flash of San’s dimpled smile to call your boss and tell him that you were going to quit.

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[v1si0n]

LOVE ON THE (DANCE) FLOOR⚡️(L.JN)

SUMMARY: jeno was not thrilled about you joining his dance team, especially because he starts messing up every time you’re around. is it really his fault that he gets distracted by how good you look when you dance?

GENRE: smau, enemies to lovers, fluff, humor, angst, college au, dancer!jeno x bookworm!reader

WARNINGS: jeno is kinda mean, profanity, jokes about death, sexual jokes, inaccurate depictions of the majors that are mentioned, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of (mild) illness/injury, mentions of hard childhood/trauma

PLAYLIST: daddy issues by the neighborhood, safety net by ariana grande (ft. ty dolla $ign), you get me so high by the neighborhood, i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys, lie to girls by sabrina carpenter, stargazing by the neighborhood

NOTES: hiiiiiiii i know i just posted jgmar like two weeks ago but i’m back with ANOTHER smau bc i cant stfu so strap yourselves in and lets get freak nasty‼️ special thanks to babygirl @domjaehyun for helping me with the banner💞💞💞

TAGLIST: open !!! please lmk if you’d like to be added :)

Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑) Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑) Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑) Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑) Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑) Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

profiles(1): the dancers

profiles(2): the “nerds”

intro: donghyuck she’s SIX

ch.1: hater alert🚨

ch.2: girl…self respect..?

ch.3: tldr: i got jumped.

ch.4: in this house we stan winter.

ch.5: drama o clock🍿

ch.6: since we’re lying now…

ch.7: odd…peculiar even…

ch.8: jeno is a liar and a half.

ch.9: 1 step forward, 3 steps back

ch.10: the bells are ringing

ch.11: NOT jeffree star approved

ch.12: and the crowd is…concerned

ch.13: winter and y/n’s dorm📍

ch.14: geeking and tweaking

ch.15:

[earlysunshines]

secret rhymes

pham hanni x fem!reader ; angst, fluff

synopsis: you get dumped and decide to post a video on youtube of you singing an original song to cope. the last thing you expected was for it to blow up, waking up to 99+ notifications on every social media account. luckily for you, this changes your life drastically—including your love life.

warnings: musician/artist!reader ; SOME homophobia but it’s not like severe idk ; PINING!!! ; reader is 04 ; many idols mentioned in this but most of them i don’t even stan or know like that so don't comment... ; IMESSAGE LIGHT MODE IM SORRRYYY ; rly dirty jokes here and there ; literally anything else i didn’t mention ; all jokes pls do NOTTT take anything serious ; more to add probably ; not proofread LOL

a/n: got this idea after listening to hanni’s original song :-P first smau!! i finally figured things out guys … embarassing!!! i really wanted to write this one out but i spent so much time trying to and realized a smau would fit best lol

!!! secret rhymes playlist !!!

profiles: baconeggandcheese, denim bottoms, and others that’ll pop up (maybe)🤫

00 : prologue(s): one, two

01 : no foreplay??

02 : no more mr nice guy

03: we are SO back

04: girl wake up

05. THERES MORE?

06: greedy

07: sneaking out

08: girls supporting girls

09: grad!

10: military wife

11: roomie (half-written)

12: hashtag devastated

13: micro celebrity

14: beating the schizophrenic allegations

15: trauma bonded

16: evergreen

17: debut hard launch

18. is this a prank (half-written)

19: storytime

20: who is this diva!!

21: what’s good korea (half written)

22: bumping into... you? (half-written)

23: hanni IS wattpad main character

24: reciprocated fangirling

25: yn idol core

26: hyein count your days

27: soft launch (platonic)

28: two pretty best friends

29: sweet dreams (half-written)

30: night market (written)

31. resigning

32. she’s signed!

33: HOMO ALERT 🚨

34. the haters will sabotage me

35. concert (half-written)

36. mayor of idgaf town

37. dunda square shorty

38. hanni in her deathbed

39. victorian child (half-written)

40. hey girl

more to come!

taglist ! @namojoon @ly-gushka @layonaiguess @artrizzler19 @yerimbrit @sixflame438 @nwjnsloona @saysirhc @nimnia @somedaydream @trovao-penguins @modanisgf @c-yerim @starstruckgoateepuppy @tzuyusdoughnut @kaypanaq @peranoo @haerinkisser @electronicluminarycoffee @yoohtonyy @secretcessy @keiji-jin @awkwardtoafault @syronns @linnnsworld @inybits @ynwrites

[abnomi]

IDK if i was the first to notice this or not but i havent seen anyone talk about this before!! i love going crazy over colors and now is my Chance.

something subtle but notable about Ralph's design is how he has a teal undershirt. (debatably turquoise or green or something, but it is teal in this post..sorry green/turquoise truthers...)

i wondered for a bit why exactly that was a feature of his design, as it stood out to me for some reason; its a contrasting color to red, his main color, of course, so i brushed it off as an accent.

upon further inspection, however, what does that mean with the knowledge we have of him wanting to be good? or about who he shares a connection with?

green/blue is generally known to symbolize goodness, as its the opposing color to red, a color that can represent evil or danger depending on its context.

as you can see here, this crude caricature of Ralph is lacking that extra pop of color; the nicelanders dont see the good inside of him, only seeing the external deep red hues :-(

it doesnt end there, though. which character in this film is represented by a certain teal color?

someone Ralph carries close to his heart, someone who helped define his personhood and who he is internally. that spunky racer girl who relied on him just as he relied on her. not just a glitch, but Vanellope.

Vanellope represents someone who is able to accept herself and grow stronger because of it, and in exploring her own identity, Ralph took a journey of his own alongside her. she's a figure of love, passion, and resistance. taking this into account, her main color symbolizes the same.

we can also see bits of red in Vanellope's design!

interestingly, the main spots we see it in are her licorice hair tie, the stitches and strings of her hoodie, and the bottom of her shoes.

now i could be overanalyzing this a bit, but each of these features have something in common: they're all used for support. the tie supports her hair, the threads keep her hoodie together, and her shoes let her run around and be a kid safely. yeah, she made all of those by herself on her own terms, but Ralph supports her too, right? shes the heart and hes the practicality.

not to mention the MEDALS OHHH the medals. beware ⚠️🚨 im going to overanalyze this like crazy ok let me be neurodivergent about this

all three of these medals have differences that could mean a variety of different things. I'll break each one down individually:

Vanellope's gift

handmade with love, the medal itself is teal (if we ignore the brown underside). as stated before, teal implies love and resistance. this is also quite obvious due to the gift being heart-shaped.

relating to that last point, notice how he wears it close to his chest? it's practically a second heart to him! what else is close to his chest? TEAL UNDERSHIRT. wow!!! so that love was there with him the whole time!

the ribbon itself is pink, not blue or red like traditional medals. this is less significant, i will admit, but i find it nice how its so simple yet defies what a "real" medal is meant to look like, ESPECIALLY in relation to Ralph's expectations as to what a medal should be.

Hero's medal

It's a reflective gold, something that hypnotized Ralph immediately upon being greeted with it (kind of like a certain racer heeheheehoo)... this is all pretty obvious; gold is for winners, and supposedly, only heros can be winners.

something a little less obvious, though, is the blue of his ribbon. so, why is it blue, specifically? now, this isn't teal, this is more of a royal blue. something similar to Felix's palette... a hero. Ralph treats goodness as something attainable, love as transactional. it's not real, it's not genuine. he wears this symbol of heroism without truly EARNING it.

The cake

notice how the ribbon around his neck is red in this imaginary scene? the medal designed for Felix and his wins? his contrasting color? on Ralph, it's almost indistinguishable from his shirt because he isn't supposed to wear it. it wasn't created with him in mind.

ok ok just one more thing. ☝️ Turbo and Ralph parallel with their color schemes.

red as a color carries a dual meaning. on one hand, it can mean passion, love, adrenaline and strength. on the other hand, it could represent evil, malicious intentions, a warning, something dangerous. both Ralph and Turbo share red in their palettes; something to note, Turbo lacks any cool colors.

Ralph is seen as evil when he is truly anything but evil. the red makes him a bigger target considering his position, but this red relates to him internally on a more positive level. its his strength, what keeps his softer core safe. above his teal undershirt.

Turbo is seen as this intense fireball who's just passionate about racing, a little tough guy who just wants to have fun. we all know that this isn't the case. he is dangerous, he is a cautionary tale, a warning and simultaneously a threat.

considering how much as the two parallel each other, its no surprise that they share a color, one that can be interpreted in so many ways. one that ultimately means the reverse for their roles.

[camryn-haitani]

Sam golbach smut plsss I need him bro he's so fine

he’s so yummy i can’t😩

hey there, honey

Sam Golbach x Reader

you and sam met at a bar and hit it off but uh oh, no phone number. he surprisingly meets you again at the same bar but with some other guy?

TW: SMUT, “one night stand”, p in v sex, unprotected sex, fingering, praise, oral (both receiving), one night stand to lovers, alcohol mention, slight choking, misunderstanding, pet names (pretty girl, darling/darlin’, honey, princess), aftercare

lowercase intended

🚨i do not condone having sex while under the influence. everything is consensual in this fic🚨

“i need dick.” you slam your forehead on the bar counter but you never made contact because of a hand blocking your way. “well, you pretty straight forward, aren’t ya?”

you look up to see a blond man with mesmerizing blue eyes. “another round ooooof…..?” he made a questioned look at you. “tequila.” you answered. “ahh a woman of taste. i like that.” the man sat down next to you.

“so what’s a pretty lady like you doing in a bar all alone?” he questioned. you raised your eyes to him but your head never came up. “wouldn’t you like to know, pretty boy.” you nod your head as thanks to the bartender as they bring your shots. “that’ll be $8.” they said. you pull out your wallet but he beat you to it. “i’d never let a pretty lady pay for her drinks in front of me.”

“alright mr. big man,” you cross your arms as you sit up right and fully look at him, “why’d you come over here? you see a girl all alone and thought you could get some?” you suspect.

“no no not at all. wanna introduce myself. i’m sam golbach.” he sticks his hand out to shake. you pause for a second and give him a distrustful look. “come oooon, i saved you from bashing your head against the counter, didn’t i?” sam states. “alright. i’m y/n.” you meet his hand in the middle and give him a firm shake.

sam raises his shot glass in the air, waiting for you. “cheers to….” he pauses to think. “being single?” you finish. “to being single.” he says back as you both meet your glasses with a lil *clink*. you down your drinks and proceed to talk about anything and everything with sam.

as the night goes on, you find yourself pressed against supposedly sam’s car with your dress hiked up and his fingers between your dripping legs.

“shush darlin’ don’t wanna cause a scene, do we?” sam asked. you shake your head no. “good girl, that’s it. you’re making a mess all over my fingers, aren’t you?” you nod your head. as soon as his fingers were poking and prodding all the right spots, he pulls them out. you stutter a whine from your throat but sam covers your mouth. “what did i say about being quiet. now get your ass in my car and i’ll teach you how to be quiet.”

you get in his car and he drives off to a hotel that wasn’t far from the bar. he pays for whatever room is available and hurries inside. in the elevator ride up, he ever so lightly grabs the sides of your neck and pulls you in to kiss you. the lack of air cutting off to your head makes you dizzy and aroused for more. sam hears the ding of the elevator and pulls away.

he drags you to y’all’s room, opens the door, pushes you inside and begins to undress you as you do him. you barely get your bra off when he throws you on the bed. he kisses all down your thighs.

“please sam, don’t tease me like this. i’ve been so good for you.” your plead. “but pretty girl, can i not worship your body?” he asks. sam has his hand’s all over your tits. groping, squeezing, teasing your nipples. his eye contact with you is intense too which you don’t wanna look away. his lips latch onto the fat of your chest. he sucks like his life depends on it. he only sticks to your boobs because he knows it’s a work day tomorrow but he just also can’t get enough of your perky tits.

sam grabs your throat to pull you up to his level. you mainly get up in your own but the pressure is just so arousing. he lets out a sigh, “get on top of me, doll. i wanna see your tits bounce when you ride my cock.”

he lays himself down and waits for you to climb on top. you straddle him as sam pushes into you, but not too much as to hurt you. “say when you’re ready, mkay?” he asks. you nod your head as you adjust to his size.

your pain turns into pleasure when the stinging goes down. “i’m ready, sam. please i need it. i need you.” you plead. “such a naughty girl i have here. don’t worry,” he pushes the rest of himself deeper into you, “i’ll take goooood care of you, princess.” you moan aloud from his sudden action.

your hands fall on his chest as your ass bounces against his pelvis while his hands are gripping the life out of your waist. he helps you move up and down his leaking cock just the way he likes. you toss your head back when he pushes you all the way down with his tip hitting that oh so good spot.

the sound of skin slapping, the sweat, the smell of sex, everything was perfect to you. this is all you craved for. a man who is willing to make both of you get the most out of the pleasure of sex. this is who you need. just alone from this act, you knew sam was the man who would take care of you when you were sick, the man who would make your days happy when it all went to shit, the man who would always be there for you, day and night. you want sam. you need sam

you snap back into reality when his moans get more high pitched, his breathing more ragged, and his hands losing grip on your waist, so you had an idea. you stop your movement and position yourself to where your feet are flat against the bed and your legs more spread than they were before. you start you up and down, and the occasional grinding, and sam dies and goes to heaven. his tip reaching even deeper than he was before. he feels the most of what he’s ever felt.

“sa-m.. go-nna.. cu-um..” you manage to let out. he understands what he has to do.

he can’t control himself. he’s gonna cum, quick. his grip tightens and slams your hips on his pelvis while he paints your walls.

you fall into his chest and immediately pass out. sam gathers what strength he has left, picks himself up and gets a warm washcloth. he runs it over wherever has cum or sweat on you and makes sure you’re all clean. he wipes himself up and lays down next to you, falling asleep with his arm around your waist.

…

your eyes burn from the sun as you open them fully. sam still asleep on your other side. you find your phone and check the time.

“shit shit shit…” you rush out of bed, put you clothes on, order an uber and go back to your apartment.

you unlock your door and call your boss. “i’m sososososo sorry, boss. i overslept and running late. take it off my paycheck, or something. just please don’t fire me.” you say pulling your shoe on your foot. your boss laughs lightly, “don’t worry, you’re fine. just come down and we’ll get it sorted out.” “thank you so much” you say. you hop in your car and go to work.

sam on the other hand, rolled over in bed and notices you aren’t there. he swipes his hand over where you slept multiple times but, no you. he sits up and rubs his eyes, still confused on where you went. sam picks up his phone to text you then he remembers, he never got your number. his chest fills with dread, he’ll never see you again. he picks up his clothes and anything else he brought and checks out of y’all’s room.

not wanting to waste anymore money, sam walks home. it’s surprisingly not far from the hotel but it’s still a long walk. meanwhile you are driving to work, rushing against the time to not be any more late. finally, you get to your desk and sigh of relief and as soon as you sit down, you immediately wanna go home.

sam returns home and goes straight to colby’s room. “hey dude, can i ask you a question?” sam asks. “sure, what’s up?” colby’s sits up right to listen to his question. “do you ever long to see someone you only met once?” sam walks over to colby. “hmm… no not really. why?” colby answers. ‘i’ll tell him later’ he says to himself. “don’t worry about it colbs, but thanks anyway.” sam walks out.

*couple hours later*

you find yourself in the slimmest, sluttiest, sexiest dress you could ever own, in hopes sam is there to see you like this. since last night, he’s never left your head and your panties unsoaked. you get in your car and make your way to the bar.

sam walks again for some reason. he felt as if he needed to be walking to the bar. he didn’t know why but he followed it. his mind in the clouds when a woman pushes herself against him. sam puts his arms in the air to not touch her but she keeps persisting that she be all up on him.

you stop at a red light, pull your visor down to fix your mascara, and when you flip it back up, you see your blond man… with a woman pushing her tits in his face. your mind immediately goes to the depths and figure that he’s taking her to the bar with him. your eyes dull and drive off when the lights flashed green.

sam finally pushes her off him and adjusted his shirt. he briefly brushed off his encounter with her and continues to walk to the bar.

he pushes the door open and immediately tries to find you. he doesn’t know why, but he needs to see you again. even if it was just a one night stand, he longs to see your beautiful face again. but to his avail, he finds you flirting with another man. a man that’s not him, a man who looks at you with nothing but lust and not one ounce of love. looking at you as if you were just a human fleshlight. sam takes his leave to the bar counter and orders him a drink. he hears your giggle from behind him, the same one you gave him when he told you his corny joke. he looks to his side to see you attached to his arm, laughing at the guys obviously unfunny joke.

“oh, i didn’t see you. where’s your girl? the one who was all over you?” you asked. “i didn’t bring any girl, she was just someone who wanted a man’s attention. i pushed her off and came here, hoping to find you…” he painfully said. you like at him with sadness. “come on, sugar. i’ll show you what a real man can do to you.” the guy said to you. you cringe at his words and reluctantly follow. sam stays seated to sip on his drink.

you and the other guy were dancing. him pressing his hard on against you but it just made you feel uncomfortable. you want sam, you need sam. you saying those words to him, broke your heart like glass shattering on linoleum. you mind wanders as your body sways less and less. “what’s up, doll face? you’re not grinding onto me no more.” the man says with no intention of being worried about you. “nothing. you know what,” you pause while shoving your drink in his chest, “ima get a hotel. pay for our drinks like a man should, if i could even call you one, and don’t follow me.” you walk off. “whatever, bitch.” he mumbles under his breath while going to find another girl to flirt with.

sam however, never meant to listen to your conversation, but he heard ‘you’ and ‘hotel’, so he’s gonna try and find you any way he can. he looks up any close hotels from the bar and hurries to the closest ones. he needs you, not sexually, but emotionally. just in that one night you two spent together, he felt such a deep connection with you. sam needs you.

you check into your room, throw off your shoes, unstrap your bra, and toss yourself on the bed. buzzed from the drinks and shots, you lazily scroll through your phone.

sam runs to every check in desk to ask if you’re there. he runs and runs and runs. he needs to find you, he needs your touch, sam needs you. he’s so desperate to find you, tears prick his eyes. he stops in front of the last hotel within a 10 mile radius of that bar. this was his last chance.

a knock at the door interrupts your doomscrolling. you groan and pick yourself up, not caring if you’re not wearing a bra. you unlock the padlock on the top of the door and open it to see him.

“hey there, honey.”

- - - - - -

i’m sorry if this wasn’t all smut, my mind had one thing and ran with it. i apologize if this wasn’t what you asked for

[h3yl4dies]

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒!!!

Small message : I might make a part 2 about this, if I planned to make one then I will put the link down below of the part 2

Warnings ⚠ : a bit mentions of anxiety

Type : hcs (headcannons)

Pairing : tsukishima x reader, kageyama x reader, bokuto x reader, Dachi x reader, oikawa x reader

✰ 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐄𝐈

At first he would be a bit nervous since he never slept beside a girl

He would probably sleep at the edge so he would avoid touching you during the night

He would make sure your comfortable

He felt safe around you so he fell asleep well

He had a good sleep

Sometimes he would turn around to check on you slowly

If you suggest holding hands he would probably accept it but you could always feel his hand sweating a bit

If you suggest cuddles he will have a light pink blush on his cheeks, he probably.. Will allow cuddling???

Tsukishima isn't the type of guy who would suggest cuddling but if you want to cuddle with him, he wouldn't mind

✰ 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐎

Oh boy, he's a blushing mess!

his heart would nearly explode when you suggested sleeping together

His anxiety is KILLING him

Dear Lord save him he's gonna turn into a blushing reddened tomato the whole night

He couldn't even sleep the whole night

Would probably tremble and shake the whole bed

HE'S INSTANTLY SWEATING

When you suggested sleeping together, he acted tough and accepted it

But right now, he's melting apparently

If you suggest holding hands, he would FLINCH

Hold his hand? Be ready to feel hotness and sweat all over your hand

Cuddle? He's dead.

✰ 𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎

Okay first of all.. He is not AFRAID to sleep with you

When you suggested sleeping with him, he would burst into happiness and gladly accept it

Would probably cuddle you first instead of you doing it

Holding hands and cuddling is his thing

BIG SPOON BIG SPOON 🚨

Also.. He snores.

Technically, it would be annoying trying to fall asleep when bokuto is snoring and you can't do anything to stop him from snoring

If your uncomfortable with him cuddling you then he will leave you alone with a small sad face (poor bokuto 😭)

But mostly, it feels safe and comfortable sleeping with him and cuddling with him

His body temperature is usually warm so if your cold, GET YOUR TEDDY BEAR TO WARM YOU!!!

✰ 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀

For what I might say.. He's a gentleman

BIG gentleman

Your cold? He will share you his blanket

You hot? He will turn on the air conditioner!

Any problem can be solved by him so you do not have to worry

He really wants you to sleep comfortably so if you have any problems please tell him

Cuddles? Sure! Your welcomed to be cuddled by him!

Holding hands? No problem! He finds it cute and adorable to hold hands while sleeping together

HE'S A HUSBAND MATERIAL!!!!

Ilysm sm I am now jealous (please let me sleep with daichi next)

He wants to make you feel extremely comfortable and safe

So you might expect forehead kisses and neck kisses from him during the night

✰ 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔

Omfg he's so flirty

When you suggested sleeping with him, he was like "omgggg y/n chan really wants to sleep with her handsome boyfriend?!?!?! Of course I cannot resist!!! "

Has a HUGE ego

He would literally stare at you sleeping nearly the whole night omg 😭

Probably showed off to kageyama that he has a girlfriend and he doesn't 💀

Anyways back to the head cannons, I feel like his body temperature would be COLD

So if you feel cold, he can't help you with that butttt.. He has a lot of blankets

Literally 3 pillows and 4 blankets

Would try SO HARD to touch you and cuddle with you

He's touchy

When you sleep with him, he would always has a small smile while sleeping

Anyways! That's all I hope y'all enjoyed reading and I am so so so sorry this was a bit short because this was a bit rushed and I had a hard time figuring new head cannons for it 😭

[dc418writes]

talk so sweet when you’re doing bad things

✨Pairing✨: inmate!softdark!Steve Rogersxpsychiatrist!black!reader

Summary🪄: Your pining isn’t in vain

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS!, oral (m!receiving), unprotected happy adult times (please be safe out there guys and girls!), language, obsessive like behavior, implied stalking, mention of masturbation (f!receiving)

A/N🎤: ✨HAPPY SPOOKY SEASON🎃!!✨ this is my submission to the Horny Hoes Hootenanny hosted by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork and @yenzys-lucky-charm and I hope you guys like what I came up with☺️! Also please support the other works for this event and even submit your own if you feel inclined💕!

Fic inspo:

*DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were found on Pinterest*

Dialogue Prompt: “Don’t act all innocent when we both know where your mouth just was”

Tropes/Situational Prompt: the villain/monster has feelings (or thots) for you

You didn’t have to hear a name to know which escaped inmate the news anchors were currently talking about.

“Blonde white male, blue eyes, 6’3, considered highly dangerous.”

You knew him very well having had him as a patient for about a year now. Pretty much the same amount of time his hulking body - yet soft features - has plagued your dreams and hidden fantasies. That first night it happened, your imagination vividly playing in your resting mind how his thick fingers would touch you just right to have you writhing and moaning for more, you were…flustered.

It wasn’t the first time - and probably wouldn’t be the last - that a patient made a surprise appearance in one of your dreams. Details and analysis from earlier sessions still fresh in your subconscious and lingering into your resting state. It was how you felt afterwards though, that told you this instance was far different. You desperately - and a little shamefully - wished you could sink back into that erotic dreamland when you awoke throbbing and needy from the scenes now branded in your memory. Sometimes you even found yourself daydreaming about his muscular, tattooed arms wrapped tightly around you. His soft lips gently pecking along your face before journeying down your heated body to where you wanted him most. That dark beard scratching and tickling your inner thighs until it ultimately became soaked.

Although that hidden primal urge wanted differently, every day after you expertly maintained your professionalism during your sessions with him. Carefully dissecting his words and explanations to make sure he wasn’t a danger to himself or others - well, no more than what other people already believed that is.

However one day, something shifted.

Gone was his reserved attitude - clearly deciding whether to fully trust you - and instead, a man who seemed…one step ahead. Dare you say a little smug. Admittedly, this new aura had a familiar warmth spreading along your lower abdomen causing your thighs to squeeze together as you slightly shifted in your seat.

“So, how are you today Mr. Rogers?,” you asked turning to a fresh sheet of paper in your spiral notebook.

He sighs, briefly widening his thick legs as he gets comfortable. His tattooed hand scratching along his bearded jaw. “Good as I can be. And I think we’ve known each other long enough that you can call me Steve.”

“Is that what you would prefer?”

For the first time, a hint of a smirk paints his pink lips thinking of a few names he’d prefer you call him. It’s unknown to you though as your hand moves along the page scribbling notes. “Makes things more comfortable right?”

Finally you look up from your writing to meet an intensity in his sea like eyes you’ve never experienced. You can’t look away though as you feel yourself slowly become flustered. “Are you not comfortable during our sessions..Steve?”

He pauses for a moment simply letting his eyes roam along your features - as if analyzing you for a change - before leaning forward with elbows on his knees. “What’re you writing?”

“Just observations. Notes for your file.”

“We can’t make our own notes?”

“Um..of course. I would actually suggest journaling as a way to manage your emotions; your thoughts. Keeping up with other suggestions from our sessions you might find helpful.”

“And my own observations,” he adds leaning back in his chair. “Like you.”

“What exactly do you mean ‘like me’?”

“Like how you seem…different. Bothered maybe.” You subtly try to calm your increasing pulse as he crosses his arms across his chest. His muscles straining against the white tee that have you near dripping already. Swirls of black ink forming various pictures and cursive words on his arms teasingly persuading you to kiss each one.

There’s no way he could tell was there?

“Thank you for inquiring, but this session is about you Steve,” you answer closing the notebook in your lap. “And as a warning, that question is ina-,”

“Must be tiring though. Always doing for others, yet no one there for you.” Steve’s tongue peeks out ever so gently wetting his lips. “No one to take care of you.”

“I’m an adult. I care for myself.”

“My point exactly.” Steve’s head just barely tilts while his vice drops an octave lower. “We both know everyone shouldn’t do everything alone.”

“I think we’re done here,” you quickly respond so he couldn’t go farther and crumble your resolve. “Have a good day Mr. Rogers.”

There’s a slight mischievous tilt to his lips as he stands. Cords of muscles moving under his shirt with such a subtle movement. His hands clasp in front of him turning to walk towards the door where a guard always waited to escort him back to his cell, and you can’t help but silently admire the expanse of his backside. From his broad shoulders to his thick thighs, the sight causes that pulse between your legs to start again.

“You too” is all he says once he’s near the door, but his earlier words leave a lasting impression throughout your day. You can’t seem to focus on your other clients constantly thinking of his deep voice, his pink lips, the intense way he looked at you that wasn’t uncomfortable but made you feel seen.

That night was the fastest you’ve ever came - squeezing and clutching around the rubber toy inside you so hard you genuinely thought there’d be an indentation when you finally pulled it from your messy core.

Something also snapped in you, wanting - needing - to know if Steve was just as good as you fantasized. That’s admittedly how your arrangement began, first sweet talking the guard into taking his lunch earlier after overhearing his child was sick. “He hasn’t had any violent acts in a little over a year. His file can attest that he’s currently not a danger. I’ll be fine, your kid needs you.” Reluctantly, he followed your suggestion but would of course try to be back in time for transport.

“You call if anything goes left, alright? Remember your panic button,” the man, maybe 10 years older, states peering dead center into your pupils so you’d know he was serious and he’d know you were listening. A quick nod sends him on his way to retrieve Steve; leaving you to mentally prepare yourself for what was to come.

A smirk tugs on his lips once the door closes behind him. His deep blue eyes raking up and down your seated body; appreciating the black, knee-length pencil skirt you chose to wear rather than your typical slacks. “Good afternoon Steve.”

“Afternoon,” he replies slightly tilting his head forward in greeting. “Since we’re still meeting, I take it what I said wasn’t all that bad. That you might’ve even agreed with me..”

Fast forward, your secret rendezvouses were still going strong. You on your knees for him just as you were that first day gladly bobbing up and down his throbbing length. Your hand not clutching his thigh twisting and rubbing what you couldn’t reach.

“This is how you act a week without me huh?,” he smirks with his larger hand clutching the back of your neck. When you peer up at him through wet lashes - moaning as you nod your head - he nearly comes undone cursing under his breath as the veins in his neck distend in that way you love so much.

Just as you feel him twitch in your mouth, he’s quick to pull you off causing you to gasp for breath as he maneuvers you to your feet. Turning you so your back would hit the wall as he hurriedly pushes your dress up over your hips. As usual, he’s met with your bare center glistening and ready for him.

“Fuck..need to be inside you,” Steve whispers against your lips before claiming your mouth as he’s done plenty times before. His tongue easily dominating yours only makes you wetter and thighs feel sticky.

“Steve please,” you pout. “Fill me up.” His hand grips under your knee simultaneously lifting and spreading you so he could slide in. His member thick, red, and leaking when he pulls down his orange pants. Luckily Steve wasn’t in the teasing mood, roughly entering your needy hole and making you loudly moan before his mouth was covering yours again.

“You’re gonna get us caught sweetheart,” he chuckles kissing along your jaw and neck. “Then again, maybe that’s what you want.” His pace begins to quicken as your hands clutch his shoulders and fingernails dig into his skin causing him to groan. “Want someone to see how good I make you feel? How deep you take me?”

“Steve,” you whine letting your head fall back against the wall. The slapping of his hips against yours nearly drowning out your panting and whimpers. “S’close.”

“I know, I know. God you’re so pretty like this, all blissed out and dumb.” He practically growls into your chest trying to hold on for longer, but he knows he’ll be gone soon the way you squeeze around him so tight. Even after all these months of meetings.

His free hand moves between you to circle your nearly raw nub as he switches between kisses and nips along your breast making you arch and tears prick the corners of your eyes feeling that addicting wave overtake you. “Ste-..I-…plea-,”

“Give it to me, cmon.” It wasn’t long after your release crashed into you that Steve was following, burying his face in your neck as he kept his moans and whimpers low. His hand massages your achy thigh while he pecks along the column of your throat in an effort to calm you down.

“My pretty girl. Did so good for me.” You couldn’t help but giggle feeling your cheeks heat at his words.

“T-Thank you Steve.”

How so much can change in the matter of hours.

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Sat on your couch, knees pressed against your chest, all you can do is listen as the man rummages in your fridge and pantry trying to find whatever it was he wanted. The television playing a game show you’d usually be interested in, but now can’t even hear it with the pounding in your ears. Your heart still thudding since first leaving your bedroom to investigate the noise you heard and finding him in your living room.

“Figured you’d want some,” he states placing the cup of peppermint tea on the table in front of you. How he knew, you didn’t have the stomach to think about let alone how he knew where you lived in the first place.

“Y-You shouldn’t be here,” you whisper as he sits on the opposite end of the couch. Your first words to him tonight.

Steve just lowly chuckles. “Don’t act all innocent when we both know where your mouth just was.”

“That still doesn’t give-,”

“Then why leave your key?,” he counters. “Of all our sessions I didn’t even know you had them. Yet today there it was.”

You didn’t purposely leave your key. Already in a rush when you arrived that morning, you just left it out rather than placing it in your wallet like usual. It wasn’t until you were in your car on the way home that you remembered it shining against the hardwood off to the side. According to protocol, you should’ve notified someone but you figured you could just get it the next morning and use your spare in the meantime.

In retrospect, you realize Steve must’ve seen and swiped it when you weren’t looking. Probably when you were cleaning yourself up and righting your dress.

“The key was just out Steve,” you carefully try to explain seeing the confusion in his features. “I didn’t leave it on purpose.”

“So now this is all my fault?”

“No it’s no one’s fault-,”

His sudden movement - standing to pace along the expanse of your bay window - startles you to stand yourself and ready to run if needed. “Can’t you see I did this for us?!”

“I-I know Steve, but-,”

“No,” he darkly chuckles shaking his head as he steps closer. “No don’t even try. This is real and we both know it!”

You quickly wipe away the tear falling from your eye trying to stay calm; hoping you could turn the situation around. That feeling entirely fleets watching him pull out his notebook and flip through the dated pages smudged with something…shiny.

“I saved these just in case you tried to deny it. Make it seem like I was the crazy one.”

Cautiously, you close the gap between you. Luckily he lets you hold his hand when you reach out towards him. “Y-You’re not crazy and I’m not denying anything Steve.” His frustration shifts to a soft smile gazing into your brown eyes. “We need to get you back to your cell though. You don’t wanna ruin all your progress right?”

Somehow you steady yourself not to flinch when his hand rises to caress your soft cheek. His thumb lowering to trace your plump lips he loved so much.

Love. He loved you. And if his mother taught him anything, you do any and everything for those you love.

“I can’t do that. You need someone to take care of you like only I can. You didn’t even check your windows before you went to bed sweetheart.” You can’t fight the tears now fully letting them flow as your future vanishes before your eyes.

“Hey it’s okay, I’m here now,” he coos. Those arms you once fantasized about now burning against your skin for a different reason. “No one’s separating us again.”

[harrywavycurly]

What You Deserve Part 13: Not Like Him

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🚨THIS CHAPTER GOES INTO DETIAL OF WHAT YOUR EX HAS PUT YOU THROUGH SO READ THE CW/TW VERY CAREFULLY PLEASE🚨

CW/TW: Mentions of toxic behavior, gaslighting, tiny bit of eluding to your ex getting physical with you (no actual descriptions of the abuse is mentioned), language, mentions of drinking, yelling, emotional manipulation.

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A/N: I know it’s been ages but I just had a spark of inspo for these two so I think it’s time you tell Eddie more about your last relationship but as always Eddie is wonderful with a dash of protectiveness tossed in for the girlies who asked for it, enjoy✨

“I don’t know how you drive this thing sweetheart it’s a bit like driving a boat.” You send Eddie a glare from the passenger seat as he pulls into your driveway and he just bites back the smirk that’s itching to take over his face when he looks over at you, he knows his mistake so he’s quick to give your thigh a little squeeze with the hand that’s been resting there since he decided to drive you home from your shift at Family Video about half an hour ago. “I mean that in the nicest way possible of course because you know I adore Dave.” He adds making you roll your eyes as you reach down to grab your bag but of course Eddie beats you to it, taking his hand off your thigh so he can lean down and grab your backpack before getting out of the car.

You watch him sling a strap of your backpack over his shoulder as he walks around to your door so he can open it for you. This being one of the things that took a few months to get used to and even now sometimes he shoots you a warning look before he gets out of the car as a reminder for you to stay seated until he comes to help you out. As much as you want to keep up your annoyed act the moment the door opens and he gives you his signature Munson smile you can’t help but return it with a smile of your own as he holds out his hand for you to take. Eddie gives your hand a firm squeeze once you take it and allow him to help you out of your car, you don’t even try to take your bag from him because you know it’s no use so instead you just let him close your door with his free hand and begin leading you up your fairly new front porch.

“Before we go inside I need you to acknowledge the non dead plants I’ve had for over two weeks now.” Eddie looks around the porch and smiles when he sees two potted plants on a little table in the corner next to a rocking chair. “I think I want to get some fairy lights so it’s more cozy out here when I’m having my coffee or just being a nosey neighbor.” You explain as you dig around in your pocket for your house key and Eddie just nods as he sees a few other little decorations you’ve added like the ceramic turtle that’s next to the bottom step that has a boot brush where the shell is and he can’t help but wonder if you got that for him so he doesn’t bring his dirty boots into your house after working on cars all day.

“I’ll get you a few boxes and put them up this weekend.” He tells you as you unlock the front door, now normally Eddie would unlock and then open the door for you because he is programmed to be a gentleman especially with you but he knows this moment is something you’ve been waiting on for the past three weeks ever since you agreed to move into his old trailer that he gave you a tour of about a month ago. “Also I’m very impressed with your plants baby good job on keeping them alive.” He watches your cheeks turn his favorite shade of pink as he leans over and places a kiss to the heated skin.

“Thank you.” Your voice is a soft mumble but you know he hears you because of the smile he gives you. “Well uh here she is.” You let go of Eddie’s hand so you can open the front door and walk in first allowing you to hold the door open for him. You try to hide your nervousness as you watch him take a few steps inside what used to be his home, a piece of information you didn’t take lightly when you finally told him you’d like to move in and started to slowly make it feel like yours because a part of you still wanted Eddie to feel somewhat at home here even though his actual house is now fifteen minutes away and contains a few more bedrooms.

“It looks great Princess.” You smile and rub your lips together as he makes his way further into the living room looking at the bookshelf you have tucked away in the corner. You watch him slowly reach up and run a finger over the spine of a worn out copy of The Lord of The Rings and you can’t help but feel anxious so you take a few steps towards him and before you can’t stop yourself words are leaving your mouth a mile a minute trying to fix the issue your mind has created before Eddie can get upset.

“I found a box of books and stuff in the closet of the bedroom and figured they deserved to be put out because what kinda book just wants to be shoved in a box in the back of a closet ya know? But if you want them back that’s fine too I’m so sorry I-I should’ve asked you first before just-” Your rant is cut off by Eddie dropping your backpack to the floor and turning so he is facing you allowing him to gently place both hands on your face so he’s cupping your cheeks, his thumbs softly rubbing over your cheekbones.

“You don’t have to apologize for putting books on a bookshelf.” He reassures you but he knows you need a little more than that so he leans down and places a kiss to your forehead making you sigh as your hands come up to wrap around his wrists. “I used to read these over and over because it was my escape from the world around me and I left them here because I didn’t feel like I needed them anymore but I’m glad you found them.” He gives you a smile as you squeeze his wrists letting him know you’re listening to what he’s saying. “What’s mine is yours right? So feel free to read them or if you want I’ll happily read them to you.” Eddie watches you relax as you take in every word he’s telling you.

“I just-I don’t want to make you mad.” You explain and Eddie just nods his head in understanding because he knows, he knows you’re used to the men in your life being easily set off so you’re always ready to try to apologize or makeup for whatever it is that made them upset. “But uhm I like the idea of you reading them to me? I’ve never read them before but I know they are like about magical rings and stuff?” Eddie just smiles as you let go of his wrists and his hands fall from your face as he turns to take another look at the bookshelf.

“I don’t want to spoil it too much for you but yeah it has magical rings in it.” You just watch him look at a few of your personal books before he turns and heads towards the kitchen with you following behind him. “I like how cozy it is in here.” His voice is soft and soothing as he takes a look around the kitchen. You have a basic coffee maker on one counter with your mug collection in the cabinet above it, a green and white rug underneath your small kitchen table that has a few photos hanging on the wall behind it and that’s where you find Eddie pausing for a moment and you automatically know which photo has caught his attention.

“Figured you’d hang this up somewhere.” You smile as he looks at the same photo you found the first time he showed you the trailer, the one of all the members of the Hellfire Club but more importantly the one that shows you how long his hair was at one point in his life and how long he keeps reminding you he is more than happy to grow it for you if you’d like him to. “Know you love the hair.” He looks at you and you feel your cheeks get warm at the playful wink he shoots you before he walks over to take a look inside your pantry and fridge.

“I know I need-”

“We can go grocery shopping tomorrow after I pick you up from work.” Is all he says as he softly closes the fridge and you just nod and begin to mess with the ring on your index finger, the giant skull one Eddie not so subtly left for you a few days ago with your morning coffee and a note saying he hopes you’ll wear it more than he does since he can’t have it on when working on cars or teaching classes at the gym. But deep down you know it’s just his way of giving you something he saw caught your eye and he knows you’re too shy to actually tell him you like it enough to ask him for it.

“May I?” You look up from the spot on the floor you found yourself staring at while lost in your own thoughts just to find Eddie motioning towards your bedroom door with a raised brow.

“Oh yeah sure go on in.” You offer him a small smile before he turns his attention back towards your bedroom door giving the knob a hard twist making it open, a trick you take a mental note of because you often find yourself fighting with the old doorknob trying to get it to open for you when you’re rushing around in the mornings.

You don’t follow Eddie into your room, you just give him space to allow him to see how someone else decided to go about decorating the room that he once spent so much of his time in. You quietly turn and head out into your living room and sit on your cream colored couch and wait for him. The bedroom isn’t that big so you know it won’t take him long but still you don’t want to make him feel rushed with you standing in the kitchen watching him from the doorway. Eddie can’t fight the grin that immediately takes over his face as soon as he enters your bedroom, the feeling of being surrounded by everything you is the same feeling as being wrapped up in a blanket fresh from the dryer, soft and warm. He notices a few photos of you and Steve on your little desk in the corner and he tries to burry his jealousy at the fact the two of you don’t have any photos in your space yet but maybe that’s something he can ask if you’re comfortable with later on. He runs his hand over your comforter and he finds himself not satisfied with the softness of it but that’s an easy fix, well easy if you’re in a good mood and are willing to go shopping with him but that can wait for another day because right now he is just focusing on the fact he’s standing in your bedroom in a house that you allowed him to help move you into and pay for.

It’s not at all lost on Eddie the main reason you’re even in his old home to begin with, you need to live somewhere you feel safe being alone at and your old place just isn’t an option any longer due to your ex boyfriend. Eddie doesn’t take your safety lightly, having already had a security system installed and a new ring doorbell camera set up before you moved in for extra peace of mind. It also helps that almost everyone in the trailer park has known Eddie since he was in middle school so once he told them he had someone he cared about moving in you were almost guaranteed to be monitored by the neighborhood watch, no one would be stopping by without Eddie hearing about it one way or another.

“I love it.” Eddie doesn’t miss the way you jump slightly at the sound of his voice as he enters the living room but he doesn’t comment on it, instead he just gives you a warm smile as he takes a seat next to you on the couch. “I really mean it baby I think it looks great and I like the little things of mine you decided to put out with your stuff.” You look down at your hands that are in your lap so Eddie just reaches over and places one of his hands on your knee and gives it a little squeeze making you finally meet his gaze.

“I wasn’t allowed to-or uhm more like he didn’t like it when I had a bunch of stuff out everywhere so I’ve never gotten to just decorate the way I’ve wanted.” You have to look away from Eddie’s intense stare as you talk and while normally he is very big on eye contact while speaking he knows not to push it with you when it comes to you talking about your ex, only having brought him up one other time so Eddie just sits and lets you talk while his hand gently rubs soothing circles on your knee. “He used to make me feel like I was such a mess all the time because I liked having things out like my book on my nightstand or a stack of magazines on the coffee table and one time he-he just ripped them all up when he came over after a bad day at work and I-I felt so bad for making him upset that I just made sure to never leave stuff like that out anymore.” Eddie tries to not let his emotions get the best of him so he just nods his head letting you know his listening but when you let out a shaky breath he has to physically stop himself from storming out of the house and finding the shitty hole in the wall bar he knows William is more than likely at right now and giving him a piece of his mind without exactly using his words.

“He would get so mad at me for the smallest things like one time I was making coffee too loud so he just took the pot and threw it on the floor and then got upset at me for the mess I made him make.” You swallow the lump that’s forming in your throat as you feel Eddie’s hand give your knee a firm squeeze reminding you that he’s here. “God he was so good at making me feel like everything he did to me was my own fault and that it was just him giving me what I deserved because if I was just a better girlfriend he-he wouldn’t have to drink so much and if he didn’t drink so much then he wouldn’t get so mad and if he didn’t get so mad then-then that night wouldn’t have happened and-” Your words get lost in your throat as you feel a few tears slide down your face as you sniffle and turn to look at the bookshelf, your eyes landing on one of Eddie’s old ones.

You don’t know why you felt the need to unload all of this on Eddie right now of all times but you couldn’t stop yourself and you know at the end of the day it’ll just help him better understand why sometimes you look at him like he truly isn’t real because you really aren’t used to nice guys. A big part of you wants to tell him everything so it’s all just out there and he can get the full picture of who William was and get why you need him to be patient with you but it’ll come with time and as Eddie loves to remind you, the two of you have all the time in the world because he’s not going anywhere anytime soon. But sometimes you do find yourself wishing William wouldn’t have left you feeling so broken because Eddie treats you in a way that makes you feel a little nervous at times but you know it shouldn’t because he’s just treating you the way you actually deserve.

“You know it wasn’t your fault right?” Eddie’s voice is soft but with a slight edge to it because he needs you to fully grasp what he’s saying as he reaches over with his free hand and tucks some of your hair behind your ears as you look back down at your hands. “You didn’t deserve to be treated like that and I’m so sorry he made you think otherwise.” His hand slides to the back of your neck making you relax under his touch and before you can process what’s happening Eddie is ever so gently pulling you into his chest as he drops his hand from your knee so your hands can grip onto his dress shirt that you know is going to need to be dry cleaned due to the wrinkles and tear stains you’re causing.

“He wasn’t worthy of you and he knew it that’s why he tried so hard to make you think you deserved his subpar treatment because he knew the moment you realized he wasn’t good enough or worth your time it would be over for him so he tried to manipulate you in all the worst ways possible in order to get you to stay and I’m so sorry you had to put up with that.” Eddie places a kiss to the side of your head as he begins to run a hand up and down your back as you rest your cheek against the soft fabric of his work shirt. “But I’m so proud of you for leaving him baby that’s the hardest thing to do in those kind of situations but you did it.” You sniffle as a few more tears stream down your cheeks at Eddie’s words because while your friends had told you the same thing it just felt different hearing it come from him.

“You’re nothing like him.” You mumble and you know it’s an obvious statement but you haven’t said it out loud to Eddie before and you just felt like he deserved to hear you say it. “You make me feel safe.” Eddie feels like he could actually burst the moment the words leave your lips, he just smiles and places a few kisses to the side and top of your head.

“You’ll always be safe with me Princess.” You just let out a hum in response and smile to yourself as you snuggle into his chest.

“You think Wayne would like how I decorated?” Eddie looks around for a moment after you ask your question and while his dad may have liked some questionably tacky nascar or other random goodwill finds of his own and preferred a more brown centered color pallet he doesn’t feel like he’s being dishonest at all when he answers.

“Oh yeah baby he’d love it.” He feels you smile against his chest as his hand continues rubbing soothingly up and down your back. “Especially your mug collection.”

[igotlovestruck]

fine line [ christian pulisic ]

after finding out the secret you’ve been hiding for years, christian made it his mission to be with his own family and of course, to be with you despite your careers and other obstacles that’s keeping the both of you apart. things are moving too fast and it’s starting to worry you. but don’t worry—“we’ll be a fine line”.

[ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 ] — christian pulisic x ex!reader; oc!emily, oc!ezekiel, oc!andrew . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 🫂 °.   *

[ 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 & 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ] — insta au, im not really good at dates but just imagine the setting is during the summer lmfao, christian & y/n softlaunching (are they really though 🤨) . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ ℹ️ °.   *

࣪˖ 💭 .. 𝗘𝗬𝗔’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ⌕ YEAH so ive only got this for now, i haven’t finished writing the narrative scenario BUT FOR NOW enjoy this <3 ALSOOO belated happy birthday to my man who isn’t my man but is my man ❤️🖤

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © httpsuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.

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cmpulisic summer for the books ✌🏻 ready to go 🚨♟️

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user wait what

user since anyone isn’t mentioning anything about the 4th and 8th pic, i will. DID I MISS SOMETHING OR....?

user girl you’re wrong, everyone’s talking about it

user you mean, did WE miss something? yeah, we definitely did

user yall maybe that’s just his nephew or something 😭

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user whose kid is that christian 😭

user this is your year christian 👏🏻

user captain america ❤️🖤

masonmount congratulations brother 🤝

benchilwell my man 🫡

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yourusername what a crazy summer it has been 🌻 til next time florida!

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emilyemmons 💗 enjoy your journey to milan, my loves!!

yourusername come visit us when celeste is a bit older 😚💗

emilyemmons oh we definitely would 🫶 celeste definitely loved having her godmom around 😌

yoursistersig hot mamas!! 🥵 emilyemmons yourusername

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emilyemmons this summer is the most i’ve seen y/n wear bikinis and she’s the HOTTEST

yoursistersig ikr! that’s what i've been telling herrr 😫

yourmomsig zekey holding the flowers 🌷 enjoy milan, my love 🤍 wishing you all the best

yourusername 🥹 see you soon mom!!

emilyemmons those are from ********* 🤭

yourusername emi!!!

yourmomsig well, they’re beautiful! he definitely remembers which flowers you like 😉

deedee_pulisic come back soon with zeke ❤️

yourusername of course! he and avery can be playmates 🥰

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user GIRLLL the tattoo, the beard !!!! it IS christian

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cpulisicupdates “I’LL DO MY BEST TO PROTECT THEM FROM THE PUBLIC”

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user wait what

user I KNEW THAT KID IS HIS

user we’ll never know unless he confirms it him babe

user girl are you not convinced already lol look closely at the pictures of the kid on the mom’s posts, he clearly looks like christian when he was a kid

user still not convinced

user you do you ig

user “very special people that i’ve recently reunited with” omfg exes to lovers i think

user GIIIIIIIIIIRL 😭 dont do this to me

user dont blame me i finished a lot of movies today

user i dont know which one of you bitches just lied to me and told me i have a chance with this man ... APPARENTLY HE HAS A KID

user this has got to be the funniest shit i’ve read today 😭

user yeah that girl and kid is definitely connected to him, i surrender

user she’s definitely the girl he dated during his dortmund days

user i cant complain though, she’s gorgeous and i dont blame christian for being private with his relationship right now especially if they have a kid together

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REDAMANCY ✦ DR3

“The essence of "redamancy", when loving someone, resides in finding oneself wholeheartedly committed to another person. It involves investing time, effort, and emotions to build a relationship based on trust, empathy, and understanding. Redamancy emphasizes the idea of love in its purest form, where both individuals feel valued, supported, and cherished by one another. In this context, loving someone through redamancy means having an unwavering appreciation and admiration for their unique qualities and accepting them as they are, flaws and all. It entails fostering a deep emotional bond that brings joy, warmth, and fulfillment to both individuals involved. Love, translated through redamancy, is an enriching experience that nourishes and uplifts the lives of those involved, creating a sense of security, happiness, and contentment.”

✦ pairing: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader

✦ type: social media au

✦ fc: becky g

✦ warnings: female!reader, covid-19 & quarantine mentions, age gap, language, slight mention of mature themes.

✦ pit wall live: holi babes! WE'RE OFFICIALLY DONE WITH 2020! 🥳 Tomorrow is my birthday and I'm feeling festive so this is a gift from me to you guys! Thank you for all the love and support 💖 if you haven't already left me one, please consider leaving me a comment to let me know if this whole thing at least makes a bit of sense (I crave validation, guys lmao) and my inbox is always open! I'm super excited for you to get to know Girlie a little bit better! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter because I sure did enjoy making those edits, don't they look so fucking cuteeeeee??? 😩💕

p.s.: keep an eye out for a name that could be important in the future 👀

─── The Joker & The Queen (Masterlist)

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f1gossipofficial NEW WAG ALERT 🚨 After months of speculations, we can finally see them together! Daniel and Y/N arrived at the paddock for the Tuscan GP today and it's fair to say, she knows how to make an entrance 🔥 It's the first time Ricciardo introduces a WAG to the paddock 🥰

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user she's wearing heels and he's still a head taller than her 🥺 THEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE IS TOO FUCKING CUTE 😭❤️

user she's just a smol 🤏🏻 cinnamon roll ❤️

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user3 what the fuck is she wearing? 😂 she needs to hire a stylist because she looks like a fucking clown. This reflects badly on Daniel 🤮

user she's serving Y2K style 🔥🔥🔥 also why tf would it reflect badly on him the way she dresses??? 🙄 I think she looks gorgeous!

user4 They have been together since January, but the picture of them walking next to each other is like they don't even know each other 😂

user5 can't believe Daniel hasn't dump her unfaithful ass yet 🙄 she must be really good at the things that she does on the mattress 🤮

user the only thing she's probably worth for, he might as well take advantage of it Imao

user6 The amount of hate this girl receives when all she does is just appear, no one knows her personally but ends up throwing opinions based on her looks and a couple of tabloids. Lol. Fangirls are crazy! 😂

user7 noone does it like her 😘

user8 lol he deserves so much better 🤢🐍

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yourinstagram When your birthday gift includes a podium finish you know it's gonna be an unforgettable experience! 🤩 Every year I grow I'm reminded of how precious this life is, thank you all for helping me fill it up with so much love. Your kind words and constant support means everything to me. Thank you so so so much 💕

Don't say it, don't say it, OKAY I'm saying it: I'M FEELING 22!! 😘

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salmahayek Happy birthday hermosa ❤️

danielricciardo Who needs a four-leaf clover when I've got you by my side? Just call me Danny Ricc, the luckiest bloke around! 😎

taylorswift Everything will be alright if we just keep dancing like we're 22! 🥳 Happy happy birthday my angel! There was happiness because of you 🥰

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florencepugh Happy birthday to a special soul ❤️

fioamato Happiest 22nd year babe! Wish we could be together to celebrate. Te amo un mundo ❤️

sofiareyes Feliz vida reinotaaaa! 🥳🥰

user2 sos una gran ridícula 🐍

user3 stop shoving it in our faces every 5 minutes jesus christ, we already know the only way you can stay relevant is fucking your way through talented people

reesewhiterspoon Happy birthday to my favorite resident loud persona!

jvn Happiest birthday babe! Becoming friends with you has shown me a strength & kindness that is v rare. You're brave, smart AF, and the talent is next level & quite literally iconic. Grateful to know you & call you a frand!! Love you to pieces Queen! xx

llane Feliz cumpleaños hermanita 🎂 te deseo muchas bendiciones! ❤️

lilymhe as a wise woman once said: It seems like one of those nights, we ditched the whole scene and end up dreaming, instead of sleeping 💘✨

user4 Oh I didn't know it was international snakes day 🐍😂

lewishamilton happy birthday sis 💜 hope you had lots of fun x

instagram birthdays and F1 races make a winning combo

user5 I hope you are aware you're just a bed-warmer until he finds something better 😂

user6 Those who are throwing her hate, is everything okay at home? You must all be excellent people and role models 😂

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danielricciardo

📍Los Angeles, California

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danielricciardo Merry christmas to all, ya filthy animals! From me and my snuggle buddy 🎄 We've been good... mostly! 😝

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yourinstagram Merry Christmas from our reindeer crew! ❤️🎄

danielricciardo Santa's got it easy this year, because I've already found the perfect gift 😘

natalie_pinkham Cuties ❤️ Merry christmas guys! Sending you all the love ❤️🎄

user THEY LOOK SO FUCKING GOOD UGHH 😍

user1 she's gonna be his downfall 🤢

f1 Merry Christmas to our favorite honey badger 🦨🍯❤️

user2 please Daniel check your eyesight 😭 I mean what did you even see in Y/N

kristenanniebell Merry christmas, guys! Sending lots of love from ours to yours ❤️

user3 La pareja más bonita 😍😍 Merry christmas to us with that first photo

scottyjames31 this got me cheesing hard... I'm a bit worried for Santa if those are his reindeers though 😳

user4 Daniel!! RUN!! Don't get too close to her... she's fucking poison!! Everything she touches rots away 🐍🐍🐍

user5 MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS!! Santa should be delivering my adoption papers to you any moment now ❤️🙈

fabioquartararo20 Merry christmas brother! 🥂❤️

user6 who else lives through celebrities holiday posts? Buon Natale, Daniel and Y/N 💚

user7 dude, based on the recent news lately popping up on my feed (that I did not even care to know about), I hope you get yourself to an std clinic to get tested. I see you are in your russian roulet phase- no judgement. sincerely, I wish you the best

user8 this comment section reeks of jealousy it does not pass the vibe check at. all. 😤😤😤 it's fucking christmas guys, what the fuck is wrong with y'all leave them the fuck alone!

user9 they are so many wonderful and interesting people in the world, but you chose Y/N... disappointing. You could sincerely do so much better

user10 Love it or hate it, they are living their best life. Haters can keep commenting, but they're just a bunch of jealous basic bitches lmao ANYWAYS, MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS! Keep being fucking iconic! ❤️

user11 To all the haters out there, keep commenting. Love knows no bounds and Daniel deserves exactly who he's chosen 😘

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yourinstagram Moving towards 2021 with a better mindset. Keep practicing kindness every day, guys! 💖🤗🤭

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itsvittoriasousa Queen of positivity 💁🏻‍♀️💗😘

user lmao omg love this video 🤭 such good vibes

blakelively ❤️❤️❤️

zendaya the vibes are immaculate 💅🏻

lali Y QUE SE CALLE EL DECORADO 😝 Te adoro nena ❤️

user1 No me canso de verlo 😂

iamdannaschwarz A lot of palo santo to cleanse, purify and remove all negativity 🪔🧿😌🤍

user2 Por qué tan hermosaaaaaa 😍😍😍

user3 It's the palo santo and the big echeveria for me lol

user4 Love your attitude

karolg Positively divinaaa! Toda una BICHOTA 💁🏻‍♀️💗

user5 Keep it up, Queen!! Let your light blind all those negative nellies 😌 You're shinning brighter than the sun ☀✨

user6 you can't tell me her and Dan are not meant to be 😂 I bet they are so much fun to be around 🤭

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OMG It’s You…(Part 7)

YouTube!Fem reader x Stray Kids

Summary: Y/N’s YouTube channel is taking off after her reactions to Stray Kids MV God’s Menu. Now she’s making videos nonstop along with working a full time job. What would happen if she got offered a job of a lifetime and met the boys of her succession?

⚠️Warnings⚠️:Arguing,Chan having dark thoughts, thoughts of killing himself, not feeling good enough, Lee Know teasing reader😏 (let me know if I missed anything)

🏷️: @laylasbunbunny @weirdowithaphone @silverstarburst @jusanontstuff @anxiousskylar @drewsandsebastianswife @amararosesblog @niaalove (Taglist open)

(A/N: 🚨🚨🚨ATTENTION 🚨🚨🚨: All text messages are at the bottom of the post. Since Tumblr will not let me post this THE WAY I WANT TO. I have to do it this way. I will put a () to indicate where the text messages is SUPPOSED TO BE so you can scroll down to look at them. (I’m fine. I’m cool){I’M NOT FINE} Happy reading!)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

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Third Person POV

After watching Y/N's video, Changbin turned to his leader, their expressions reflecting a mix of emotions. “Wait, so it's true? You never liked her from the beginning. Is that why you always avoided talking about her? Were you jealous of someone being similar to you?” All eyes are on Chan and in this moment he wishes the floor beneath him would open up and swallow him. “Didn't you like her from the start? You mentioned how much you appreciated her motherly demeanor.” Hyunjin is the next one to speak up. It’s like every word he wants to say withers on his tongue. A few of the younger members are shaking their heads, while one in particular is gazing intently at his Hyung.

"I thought you promised not to bring that up in your letter to her," Felix said, eyes fixed on him. "What's going on? Did you know he never really liked her all this time?" Han blurted out, clearly shocked by the unfolding drama.

“He told me everything, from the start-up to now. When I had last spoken to him he told me he wasn’t going to put that in the letter.” He pivots back to his Leader. "What's different?" All eyes snap back to him. “I decided to be completely honest with her. She always valued honesty over anything else, and I knew she would prefer me to be upfront rather than lie or hide the truth. I was fully aware that it might not be well-received.” His gaze returns to the screen, where Y/N's smile shines through.

"It's hard to believe that she can forgive me for what I've done. I feel terrible knowing that I've caused her pain. It's especially painful to realize that she held onto Wolf Chan as if her life depended on it. And now, I've shattered the trust she had in me. All because I let my jealousy get the best of me over a girl that Stays couldn't stop talking about. I see now that they were just trying to share the story of a fan who loves and supports us, but I twisted it into an emotion that I never should have felt." He looks down at his hands, feeling regretful.

“I was aware of the potential risks when I wrote that letter. I knew that if she decided to share it publicly, there might be people who would criticize me for expressing my thoughts. Nevertheless, she bravely asked her audience not to react with hate towards me.”

As he looks back at his team, he's greeted with a mix of emotions. One person, in particular, has been quiet throughout. It's difficult to believe that his leader has been feeling jealous of Y/N. "I didn't confide in any of you because I know how much you all care about her. Maybe I should have."

"Maybe you should have," Lee Know's words hung in the air, capturing everyone's attention. "I thought you liked her, but now I don't know what to believe. How long did you not like her before you started liking her?" All eyes turned to their Hyung, waiting for an answer.

Anticipation hung in the air as everyone waited for their leader's response. Finally, the answer came: “Six months.”

"SIX MONTHS?!" Changbin and Han exclaimed in unison. Their leader nodded solemnly. All the boys shook their heads in disbelief. "Chan Hyung," the hyung in question looked at his Maknae. "I think I can speak for everyone here when I say we expected better from you. We've always looked to you for guidance, and the one time we were looking forward to something, you go and ruin it with a letter. I hope you're happy." I.N. stood up to leave, and the rest of the group followed suit, leaving only two people behind.

Chan was bracing himself for the inevitable and was ready to bear the weight of the shame and guilt directed at him. Lee Know struggled to contain his anger, but as he sat in the presence of his Hyung, his rage only intensified. He hurriedly got up and distanced himself from Chan. The only person left was Chan's Aussie brother.

Despite feeling upset about his leader’s behavior, Felix chose not to hold any grudges against him. He understands that everyone experiences emotions differently and believes in showing compassion towards others. “They’ll come around.” Chan's mind was lost when a sudden voice made him jump. “Lee Know, probably not so much, but the others will come around. They’re just appalled that not only did you lie, but you kept this from them.”

Chan remained silent, and Felix hadn't anticipated a response. As Felix departed, Chan was left in solitude with his tumultuous thoughts, reminiscent of his early days as a trainee. It had been a while since Chan had been alone with his thoughts in such a disquieting manner. ‘Why didn't I open up to my members about my feelings? Why did I let others' opinions affect me? And why did I confess to the one person I was excited to meet that I couldn't stand her?’ The negative thoughts continued to spiral out of control. ‘You were never fit to be a leader. You lost all the trust you’ve earned over a girl because you got jealous. You should have killed yourself when you had the chance.’ Chan's phone suddenly rings with an unfamiliar number. Without hesitation, he slides the button and answers.

“Hello?”

“I was wondering if you were still alive.” That voice. It’s the same voice as the one they just heard. Chan had forgotten he had left his number for her in case she wanted to talk. He didn’t expect her to call so soon. Any negative thoughts he had vanished, replaced by a rush of anxiety.

“Chris? Are you there?” Realizing he hadn’t responded, he finally replied.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m here. I just, uh, forgot that I left my number for you. I didn’t expect you to call this soon.” Y/N's laughter on the other end causes Chan's heart to race excitedly.

“Well, I didn’t expect to get a phone number anyway.” She hesitates, and Chan instinctively holds his breath, anticipating the impending strike.

“You have such a natural talent with words. Has anyone ever told you that?” Chan takes a deep breath and slowly shuts his eyes.

"I debated whether to tell you, but I know you appreciate honesty," Y/N nodded, even though he couldn't see her.

“I understand. I didn't anticipate one of my Biases feeling jealous of me. I'm sure the Stays didn't intend to contribute, but their actions may have unknowingly affected the situation.”

"I'm realizing that I made a mistake. I didn't understand what Stays was trying to convey. It felt like they were belittling me and praising you. But I now see that wasn't the intention at all. I regret feeling that way towards you when you've done nothing wrong. I'm truly sorry, Y/N." She heard sniffles on the other end and immediately sprang into action.

“No, Chan, please don’t get upset. I’m not mad, okay? Confused definitely but I’m not mad or angry at you. Please don’t cry. I don’t want you crying over something like this. It’s not worth it.” It almost seemed like nothing she was telling him worked. She felt like she only had one other option.

What if we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine

Nothing could keep us apart

You’d be the one I was meant to find

Chan's tears cease as he listens to a beautiful voice singing - it's Y/N. Her singing, one of his favorite songs, fills him with courage, and he joins in.

It’s up to you and it’s up to me

No one can say what we get to be

So why don’t we rewrite the stars?

Maybe the world could be ours tonight

They finished the song together, and Chan felt a weight lift off his shoulders. For a brief moment, he almost forgot why he was upset. Just as he started to sink back into that dark place, Y/N spoke up.

“I want you to know that you're not alone, Chan. I understand that your boys may be upset with you right now, but I believe they'll come around.” He scuffs lightly.

“You’re starting to sound like Felix.”

"Just know that we can both work through this together. We're in different time zones, but I'm here for you. If I can't respond immediately, I promise to reply as soon as possible. Don't let negative thoughts take over, Chris. You have the strength to conquer them. I'll be your cheerleader, rooting for you every step of the way." Chan's laughter fills the room for the first time in a while.

“Are you going to wear a uniform when you’re cheering for me?” He teases her.

“I don't have one, but I’ll make sure to go buy one just for you.”

(First three pics of Chan)

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As time passed, they kept in touch as much as possible. Gradually, his members started to come back around, realizing that their leader had his shortcomings and felt awful after they walked out. However, one person still kept their distance from him: Lee Know.

Chan anticipated this situation, but he felt unsure how to handle it. He pondered whether he should address the issue at all. Eventually, Chan resolved to converse with his mischievous bunny, Minho. However, he promised himself he wouldn't press the issue if Minho were unwilling to talk.

(Last two pics of Chan)

Guess what? Lee Know was doing better than expected. Lee Minho was doing more than okay - he was doing great!

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After turning off her camera, Y/N returned to the items the boys had given her. To her surprise, instead of just one phone number, she had received two of them – one from Chan and one from Minho. The realization made her heart flutter with happiness. Y/N prided herself on not holding grudges against people, significantly if they had never wronged her. While it had been painful to read Chan's letter, she tried to empathize with his perspective. She couldn't fully comprehend his actions but could at least grasp what might have transpired.

She couldn't shake the feeling that the boys might be unaware of Chan's true feelings. She hoped they wouldn't be too harsh on him. She also worried about the fans lashing out at him for speaking his mind. After sorting through all the packages and organizing them into piles for upcoming videos, she decided to text both boys or at least she thought she did.

She debated whether to text or call and whether to contact one or both. After half an hour, she chose to call Chan. She was worried about him, and her concerns were justified. She wished she could be there to comfort him. When he started crying and couldn't console him, she decided to sing to lift his spirits. At that moment, her singing ability didn't matter; what mattered was helping him.

After speaking with Chan, she made up her mind to text Minho. She pondered whether they were both aware of sharing their numbers with her or if it was a mutual decision. The tone of Chan's voice suggested that Lee Know was taking it the hardest.

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She didn't hear from him until the next day after waking up. She smiled and sent a reply. (First two of Minho) They would text each other about what she was up to and what he was cooking for dinner. He even started sending her pictures of the delicious food he makes and his adorable kids. (Last three of Minho) He was on the verge of forgetting why he was furious with Hyung until she casually mentioned him during their phone conversation.

“I’ve meant to ask you this for a while, but I keep forgetting.” He smiles as he listens to the sound of her voice.

“Go on. Ask me whatever you want to know.”

“How’s Chan been doing? I haven’t heard you mention anything about him since I first contacted you.” Lee Know froze and blinked rapidly, feeling overwhelmed and anxious.

“I don’t know. Haven’t talked to him recently.” His words came out stiffly. From her recent chat with the leader, Y/N knew he hadn't approached Chan yet. She didn't want to pressure Minho to speak with Chan, but she also couldn't let things stay as they were.

"Okay, I was just concerned. I didn't know if something had happened. That's why I asked." She says in a gentle tone. Lee Know let out a heavy sigh, and she sensed his unease.

“Minho? Is everything okay?”

“No, it’s not okay.”

“What’s wrong? You’re not hurt or anything, right?” He smiles at her, worrying.

“I'm alright, but the group disagreed, and things haven't been the same since.”

“What's the story? If it's too personal, feel free to keep it to yourself.” Lee Know felt a strong desire to kiss Y/N. He would have acted on it if it weren't for the distance between them.

“It happened because of you.”

“Me?! Why me?!” He proceeded to describe what happened after they finished watching the video. He talked about how he stormed out in anger, feeling the urge to punch Chan Hyung but managing to restrain himself. Instead, he released his frustration on a punching bag.

“Everyone else has made up with him, but I haven’t.”

“What’s stopping you?” He struggled to answer that one question. His frustration would bubble up again whenever he tried to think about it.

“A lot of things. That’s all I’m going to say about it.”

“Alright, I hope I'm not prying, but I want to ensure you guys don't end up falling out.” She pauses before continuing, “I understand this may be difficult to hear, but sometimes issues like this don't resolve independently. Having an open conversation with Chan and expressing your feelings might be necessary. I know how much you care about Chan, and I'm sure whatever occurred has strained your relationship. It would be best to address this before it becomes even more difficult to fix. Just a little advice from someone who cares about you.” Lee Know's face lights up with a subtle smile. “You're under no obligation to take my advice, but addressing the issue now might be more beneficial than putting it off.”

Lee Know was sitting on his bed, wrestling with whether to approach Chan or put it off for another day. He appreciated Y/N's efforts to mend things, even though it wasn't her issue to fix. He didn't want to dismiss her good intentions, but deep down, he knew she was right. With the Maniac comeback in full swing, it was essential for them to reconcile and move ahead together.

Lee Know finally decides to take action so they can both concentrate on what's important. As Lee Know strides towards the door and reaches for the knob, he is taken aback to find his Leader standing there, hand poised to knock. They lock eyes, and Chan slowly lowers his hand. "Hey, I was just coming to see if you wanted to talk."

[sansaorgana]

— FAMILY SECRET

CO-WRITTEN WITH @solomons-finest-rum

🚨 This fanfic is a repost from 16 Aug 2022 from my different blog. I kept the Author's Note and everything from the fic the same as it was back then.

PAIRING ��� Jack Nelson x Susan Nelson (OC) // Alfie Solomons x Rosemary Nelson/Solomons (OC)

SUMMARY — Mr. and Mrs. Nelson throw a party after their youngest daughter’s Baptism ceremony when two uninvited guests decide to interrupt the event. Turns out that Mr. Nelson has been hiding a scandalous secret from everyone… his sister. Now she’s back, married and ready to take revenge.

AUTHOR’S NOTE [16 Aug 2022] — It’s an idea by my bestie @solomons-finest-rum but she insisted that I should write it, so here we go...  It’s so different from the stuff I usually create that it was super fun to write!

WARNINGS — mentions of lobotomy

WORD COUNT — 3,150

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

FAMILY SECRET

Although it was already sixth child of Mr. and Mrs. Nelson, the day was still exciting for the both of them and all their friends and family. The Baptism ceremony of little Priscilla was much more than a religious milestone in her life; it was an important event for Boston’s society. Absolutely everyone was invited – politicians, high ranked officers, businessmen, bankers, brokers and even a few befriended journalists. Mr. Nelson loved to show off his big family and he never failed to make a point that whichever child they were presenting at the moment – was not their last.

All the boys had brand new suits just like their father and all the girls had white dresses just like their mother to remind everyone of their innocence and good intentions. An image of a perfect Catholic family that no one would dare to disrespect and everyone wanted to be like.

Mrs. Susan Nelson’s dress was perhaps white and quite humble but it was obvious that it had to cost a fortune just like all the alcohol and huge cakes at the party taking place after the church’s ceremony at the Nelson’s mansion in the outskirts of the city.

Little Priscilla was never a fussy baby, she was peacefully sleeping in her mother’s arms when her father was receiving all the congratulations and blessings… Also, most importantly, lots of expensive gifts.

“The mayor has gifted us a diamond necklace,” Jack leaned in to whisper into his wife’s ear.

“Is he mad? Priscilla is not even one year old!”

“Oh, of course,” Jack rolled his eyes, “we will give it to her when she is older. For now, you can wear it.”

“Oh, fine then,” Susan nodded at him and smiled widely.

She was quite a simple woman that Jack had married before getting this amount of rich, therefore he preferred her not to open her mouth during the events unless she wanted to agree on anything he was saying. He loved his wife but she wasn’t exactly the most presentable type when it came to that. She looked like an absolute gem in all the expensive dresses that were tight on her almost always round stomach, showing off his vigor and fertility in front of the society… but when it came to opening her mouth, Jack preferred for her to keep it shut when they were around important people.

“Mommy! Mommy!” six years old Cynthia approached her mother and started to tug on her dress. “Oh, please, can I go upstairs to my room and play with the new dolls Priscilla got?”

She had known already that her sister was too young to play with them, therefore they belonged to her and her sisters now.

“Absolutely not!” Susan Nelson scolded her and adjusted sleeping Priscilla in her arms. “It is the party after your sister’s Baptism ceremony! You have to stay here and entertain the guests.”

“How can I even entertain them, mother?” Cynthia pouted.

“Psst, Heather. Heather!” Susan waved her hand at the eight years old. “Come here.”

“Yes, mommy?”

“Go, play a song on the piano and Cynthia will sing for us,” Susan proposed, excitedly.

“Goodness, no,” Jack gave her a stern look. “Absolutely not.”

“What do you mean?! They’re very talented, it’s always a sensation! I am sure that our guests cannot wait for our daughters’ performance!” Susan scolded him.

Jack chuckled ironically and cleared his throat so everyone would look at him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I would love to present to you my two absolutely adorable daughters who – believe me or not – are not only pretty but also bloody talented…” he started and people laughed.

“Jack!” Susan hissed at him. “Language!”

Cynthia and Heather bowed down in front of everyone and they ran to the piano, preparing themselves for the performance.

“What will you sing, Miss Nelson?” one of the men asked.

“She might sing but it’s going to be me playing, Mr. Mason!” Heather reminded him and everyone laughed.

“Of course, Miss Heather. What will you two perform, I mean.”

“Sing something religious!” Susan proposed enthusiastically but to her surprise everyone winced.

“No, no, Mrs, Nelson, please…” the voices surrounded her and she looked down.

“Sing the National Anthem,” Jack nodded at Cynthia, already grabbing a drink to be able to bear with that performance. “Because our family loves America and everything America represents, don’t we?”

“Yes, daddy. I love America,” Cynthia batted her eyelashes and everyone went “awww” at that.

That was of course a game but six years old Cynthia was a perfect player. It seemed like she had always known how to pick up any game her father had been coming up with. He loved all his children the same but Cynthia was – so far – his greatest pride out of all the girls. Heather was too delicate, he would marry her off to some good man who would take care of her but Cynthia was born to shine.

Only time would tell what Priscilla would become.

The boys were a completely different story. They were all trying their best to be just like their father and Jack was sure that he was raising future fighters.

However, he prayed for something to happen at this very moment. Something that would save his ears from Heather’s piano skills and Cynthia’s “O Say, Can You See…?”.

Wishing for that something to happen, he could never predict the event that would occur, though.

“Mr. Nelson, I am sorry, I was trying to stop them by the door…!” one of the terrified maids ran inside the room and everyone looked at her.

“What are you talking about?” Jack gave her a stern look.

“I am so sorry, they…”

The door opened loudly and two uninvited guests went inside the room. Jack felt his heart freezing inside his chest at the sight.

A young woman in a long, black dress, with ruby red lips curved into a contemptuous smirk. Her manicured hand was placed around a man’s arm. The man himself looked extraordinary, too. He was wearing black clothes as well and a hat. In his free hand he was holding a cane and his beard looked pretty ungroomed. However, it was visible that his clothes did not belong to a tramp or a beggar. He was a man of wealth.

“Shalom!” he opened his arm in front of Jack and terrified Susan trying to shush Priscilla who had just started to scream and cry, which was so unusual of her.

“O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light…” Cynthia started nevertheless but Heather’s firm stare made the girl stop and swallow thickly before looking down.

“Rosemary…” Jack whispered, still staring at the woman.

“Nice to see you, too, brother,” Rosemary snorted. “I was quite hurt, I have to admit, that I haven’t received an invitation to your child’s Baptism ceremony,” she faked sadness. “To none of the ceremonies, to be exact.”

“What… What are you doing here?” Jack squeezed the glass in his hand.

“Jack, for the love of God, who is that?!” Susan handed Priscilla to a maid and stood next to her husband. “What is happening?!”

“Oh, he hasn’t told you?” Rosemary tilted her head. “Why would he tell you about his sister after all…”

“Sister?!” Susan’s eyes widened and all the guests looked at each other.

“Yes, sister,” Rosemary let go of the man’s arm and approached her brother and his wife slowly. Susan swallowed thickly and hid behind her husband’s back. “The one who caused scandal after scandal so eventually my beloved brother’s patience ran out… And he locked her in an asylum, didn’t he?” she stopped right in front of Jack’s furious face.

“It is my daughter’s Baptism ceremony party. You really didn’t have to ruin that day for her,” he drawled out through his gritted teeth.

“Oh, I doubt little Priscilla will remember that day,” Rosemary smirked. “You should be happy, brother!” she screamed out loud. “The lobotomy you planned for me didn’t take place because Mr. Solomons,” she pointed at the man who had arrived with her, “helped me to escape the institution and we got married right after. Now it’s him deciding about my fate and not you, dear brother.”

“Solomons…?” one of the men asked carefully. “Is he family with those Solomons supplying Boston with narcotics?!”

“Awful people!” Susan Nelson suddenly gained the courage to take a step ahead and speak up. “I am one of the founding members of the society’s club opposing the Solomons’ drug business. They sell narcotics to our children and poison the streets of Boston with opium!”

“Oh, come on, lady,” Mr. Solomons opened his arms and chuckled, “we both know, right, that my family got the opium only because my friend Mr. Shelby fooled your husband. It was actually Mr. Nelson who was supposed to supply Boston streets with the narcotics and after his failure he decided to use you and all his friend gathered here to start a legal war on drugs in this city but his real purpose, you see, is to get rid of my family after his ego got hurt badly.”

Everyone gasped and Susan’s eyes widened even further.

“Ah, apparently, you did not know. Pardon,” Mr. Solomons bowed his head down.

“Jack…?!” Susan looked at her husband but it seemed like his face lost all the color. “Jack…!”

He dropped the glass with whiskey, which shattered on the marble floor.

“My goodness, he’s about to have a heart attack!” Mrs. Nelson helped her husband to sit down on one of the armchairs. “Doctor! We need a doctor!”

One of the men emerged from the crowd while Rosemary kept circling around the tables with the cakes and champagne glasses like an animal hunting its prey. Her eyes were focused on her brother and the smirk never left her ruby red lips.

All the guests were gone and probably gossipping all over town already. Jack was still sitting in the same armchair, pale as a ghost. He was given a medicine by Doctor Parton who had assured Mrs. Nelson that her husband would not have a heart attack… At least not on that day.

All the Nelson children except for little Priscilla were sitting on a long sofa and watching the situation with huge eyes while their mother kept crouching down next to her husband’s armchair and caressing his cheeks to calm him down.

Rosemary and Mr. Solomons were eating one of the cakes by the table.

“Are you our aunt?” Richard asked first. He was the eldest and he felt the responsibility to eventually break the awkward silence.

“Richard, don’t,” Susan scolded him silently.

“Richard?” Rosemary snorted at that and looked down at the boy. “So, what do they call you? Dicky?”

“Rosemary,” Jack spoke up finally, “enough. He’s a child.”

“What’s wrong with being called Dicky?” Richard asked.

“I’m William!” the younger boy raised his hand, wanting some of the attention.

“Willy then?” Rosemary kept teasing. “And what’s his name? Peter?”

“How did you know?!” William gasped since little Peter was too little to speak.

“Maybe I’m a witch,” Rosemary chuckled.

“Being a witch is a sin!” Heather pointed out and Cynthia pushed her.

“Don’t be stupid! You can’t say such things out loud in front of her!” her younger sister scolded her.

“And you, sir? Are you our uncle?” Richard pointed at Mr. Solomons.

“Absolutely bloody not!” Susan squealed and stood up rapidly.

“Mummy!” Heather gasped. “Language!”

“Oh, please! Our reputation is already in shreds after that stunt!” Susan clenched her fists and gave her sister-in-law a furious glance.

“So you care more about your reputation than the fact that your husband wanted his own sister to have a lobotomy?” Rosemary smirked.

“Well, as we can see, he had his reasons!”

“How did you two even meet, huh?” Jack came back to his senses and stood up as well before pointing his fingers at Rosemary and Mr. Solomons.

“Alfie was a patient, too. He was there to cure his alcohol addiction,” Rosemary explained and shrugged her arms.

“I highly recommend, mate,” Mr. Solomons gave Jack a contemptuous smirk.

“You…” Jack pointed his finger at the man and he would jump to his throat if it hadn’t been for his wife holding him back. “You better shut your mouth up, you…”

“Oh, please, Jack,” Rosemary rolled her eyes while interrupting his outburst of anger, “can we skip the part where you blurt out all the insults and slurs and finally get to the point?”

“And what exactly is your point?!” Susan screamed at her. “Because I think you have already achieved your goal, which was to ruin our family’s reputation! Congratulations, well done!”

“Oh, my dear sister-in-law, you’re too dramatic. They will say that Jack has a crazy sister that escaped the asylum. It’s not exactly his fault, is it? Nothing’s ruined yet…”

“It is!” Susan angrily stamped her foot and Rosemary laughed at that. “Richard won’t become the President of the United States when the whole of America finds out about this scandal!” she burst into tears and sat down on the armchair before hiding her face in her hands.

“Is she serious about that?” Rosemary pointed at her with her thumb.

“Absolutely, my dear, I’m afraid,” Mr. Solomons nodded and took another bite of cake.

“Mommy, don’t cry!” Cynthia approached her mother and hugged her head. “Being a President is not the best job anyway! Look at Abraham Lincoln! It wasn’t good for him, was it?”

“Yes, yes, you’re right, Cynthia, darling…” Susan sniffled her tears back and took the handkerchief offered to her by Heather.

Jack took a deep breath in and sighed.

“So, we are family now, Solomons,” he started.

“Only on paper. If you want to call yourself my brother-in-law, you have to earn that, mate,” Alfie informed him sternly.

“Earn that?!” Rosemary’s eyes widened. “Alfie, we came here to tell him that we are going to destroy his business! You cannot possibly forgive him for the fact that he wanted to…”

Mr. Solomons raised one of his hands to shush his wife and then he rested it on his cane and squinted his eyes while staring at Jack.

“I think we both can prosper if we join our forces together, don’t you think, Nelson?” he asked and Rosemary gasped before crossing her arms.

“How? My wife is a founding member of the club that wants to legally get rid of your family from this city. I can’t join you now,” Jack sat down by the table and Rosemary ostentatiously left it the very moment.

“No one has to know we work together and actually, that little club… It can be useful, you just listen to me…” Mr. Solomons lowered his voice and Jack leaned in.

Rosemary sighed and crouched down next to the armchair.

“I’m sorry, Susan… But as your daughter said, being a President is not the best job there is. I might have saved your son’s life actually, who knows…?”

“Should have saved your breath instead!” the lady of the house sobbed.

“My name is Cynthia,” the girl introduced herself. “And this is my sister Heather. The one baptized today is named Priscilla.”

“Such remarkable names,” Rosemary smirked.

“My mummy chose the girls’ names and daddy chose the boys’ names,” Heather explained.

“When I was in the asylum, there was an old woman named Cynthia. She was screaming bloody murder all night long and snoring all day in a rocking chair,” Rosemary laughed.

“Oh, that’s so unlike me, aunt Rosemary!” Cynthia giggled. “I’m a good girl. In fact, I’m daddy’s favorite!” she added with pride.

“No, you’re not, you goose!” Heather pushed her. “Daddy doesn’t have favorites.”

Rosemary smiled sadly and straightened her back before approaching the table once again. Her husband looked engaged in a conversation with her brother.

“Jack,” she put her hands on his chair and he looked up at her, “you have lovely children.”

He laughed at that. Rosemary had never been known for adoring kids. Quite the opposite.

“I mean it,” she added with a hint of melancholy. “Doesn’t mean I want my own but I am happy that you’ve got yours. They love you and you love them… You love your family, Jack. Why couldn’t you love me…?” she tried her best to not to cry but she couldn’t stop her voice from breaking.

“I could ask you the same thing, Rosemary. I’ve been asking you many times to behave properly, you knew how important that was for me and your last stunt before I put you in that place… You know very well you did that on purpose. You wanted to ruin me so I took my advantage of being your brother and ruined you before you would do the same to me. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t do the exact same thing if you were me, because I won’t believe that. We are both Nelsons and it has always been nothing but a cruel game between us.”

They both turned around to see Richard and William trying to calm the fighting girls down. They were still having an argument about being daddy’s favorite but their brothers tried to resolve the conflict.

“We could have been like them,” Rosemary pointed out.

“Could have but you’re batshit crazy, sister.”

“And you’re an ass.”

“Either way, it was a very pleasant party,” Mr. Solomons stood up and put his hat back. “Despite the lack of the invitation, I hope it won’t happen again,” he smiled fakely at Jack and extended his arm towards his wife. “Rosemary, my dear…?”

She took him by the arm to leave the Nelson’s mansion.

“Are you crazy?! You want to work with him now after everything he has done…?!” Rosemary couldn’t wait until they’d be inside the car.

“Don’t be stupid, Rosemary. I’m deceiving him, can’t you see? We’re going to destroy him, absolutely, bloody smash him to the ground and make him suffer, you bloody witch you. They should name a hurricane after you, you know that, my love?” Alfie opened the door of the car in front of his wife.

“Now I do,” Rosemary chuckled as her eyes sparkled.

Meanwhile, inside the house, all the children left the room already to play but Susan Nelson kept crying in the armchair. Jack crouched down and squeezed her hand in his.

“My dear, enough of the tears now,” he lifted her chin up with his free hand. She looked deep into his eyes and sniffled. “I have a plan, my love, don’t you worry. We are going to destroy the Solomons, I promise you that.”

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F1 x HOCKEY || did y’all see that ? . Y/N driver x Jack Hughes au

A/N : I might give Y/N her name soon so if y’all have recommendations send them now !!

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BREAKIG NEWS !!! y/n ex Jack Hughes center and alternate captain of the NJ devils hockey team spotted at the paddocks of Mclaren along with his two best friends Anaheim Duck , Trevor Zegras and Montreal Canadian , Cole Caufield . Jack in town to support Y/N today or here to watch the game for fun ?

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- when I heard Jack was at the paddocks of Mclaren with Z and C , my mind went blank as I walking the longer way to avoid the media and Mclaren pad . Why is he here was going wild in my head , he never showed interest in Motorsports really none of them did since you were kids - it seemed to bug but you noticed he got his tooth fixed , chuckling at the idea of him being there , you needed to put on your professional behavior and and get ready for qualifying today especially… against Mad Max even though he’s gonna get to p1 anyways .

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“Hey you Ferrari girl !!” You heard Gasly calling you out as he was entering the Ferrari garage , giving you a head pat as you went in to give Kika a big hug welcoming her to the Ferrari pads ~ you might’ve been the youngest being born in 02 but they always treated you well and protected from the horrendous things on media days , enemies on tracks but family off track is a way you can describe it .

they’re always there especially Charles and Carlos and Pierre , you were most close to them you saw them as your brothers in cars. Your brothers were in NHL they had no idea what it was like being in Motorsport especially one that’s more dominated by men …. They never really cared about your passion growing up so you weren’t close to them at all . Quinn was friends with your older brother Bryan and Luke was your best friend in middle school but ever since you moved out to Miami for the tracks and traveling you got to barely speak to him , seeing him through his social media was a way . Not to mention you dated Jack from 8th grade up to 11th grade then again from 2020-2021 as you both reconnected… you broke up due to him not actually caring for you and schedules as you were never off season for summer like him . But to see him become the Center and Captain for his team suprised you despite his poor attitude and lack of understanding people .

— the qualification was postponed for a bit due to the heavy rain, they were preparing to change tires for the wet tires . Changing gears as well , as you were about to walk away to your car, you saw Jack standing up on the paddock looking down at your number 43 - his half number …. you carried that numbers as it was both good luck to you guys - getting situated in the car wasn’t hard like the first few times during winter test when the car was so bad , it was unexplainable painful to ride , Jack running through your mind still , he never was at your games like you were - you had show off today for once .

1.2.3 red lights off and go !!!

you were right behind max , you had no issues with max but with Hamilton trying to overtake you was pushing you to the point , you pass overtook max 💀- it just qualification you didn’t budge because you probably wouldn’t win against max after that 😗-

“Congratulations lil red !!” Riccardo patting up your back , smiling at you making it less terrifying to face Max right now , you might be not be racing him this year, but you were happy for him and his mental state he seemed much better . Talking a bit to Daniel you were being called back to the pads for interviews along with Charles strutting behind you - you saw Lance with Z and the hockey boys , it all made sense ofc they were friends with Lance … Lance mf stroll , rolling your eyes as Max greets you with a ball coming straight at you . Definitely a way to seek revenge max …. bet , so you chased him into the pads ..

few hours later …..

- you were back at the hotel with Lewis , yes Lewis , you heard me right . We both had an on and off relationship for the past two years … it’s complicated especially with our age gap but end of the day we both know we have each other and understandingly feel calm in the presence of each other’s arms . Tommorow is the big day , not wanting to do anything tonight more , you both ended up falling asleep early , with the bogus of being woken up at 6 am the next morning. ———-

authors note : if you want more like this please comment I literally need to know your opinions!!

[whoopsyeahokay]

Final Housekeeping

October Sun

this a collection of all the silly notes i left before and after each installment of October Sun (Wally Clark x fem!reader). since the story is complete, i decided to tidy the posts up by removing the now irrelevant notes.

this post is entirely self-indulgent. a place for me to return and admire the experiences i had throughout writing this story 😊

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end note: i'll just leave this here for now :-)

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end note: PART THREE will be up this weekend; a glimpse at Wally's POV as he confronts you about being able to see him👻

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intro note: love youuu 🙃

end note: next up is Field Day, things happen, oopsies are made, and the plot not only thickens, it gets juicy. i had intended this part to incorporate all of that, but Doordash delivered caffeinated coffee when i'd explicitly ordered decaf 😭 i have ADHD, so real-people coffee slows me dooooown and makes my brain mashed potatoes 🥺 sorry, guys!

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intro note: ✨ alright, beauties, this part ended up with a wordcount almost 3x longer the others, so tumblr forced me to split 'er up. 😅 PART FIVE and PART SIX will be posted in tandem with this one, so y'all don't have to wait to read both 😊

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intro note: i had some serious technical issues with these parts, so my fingers are crossed that everything worked!

end note: next part is all Wally being about as subtle as a neon sign 💀 he's too cute, i need to give the babe hugs and snugs and dry smacky kisses all over his lil' face 💕 but that's a PART SEVEN problem 😏

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intro note: as promised, here's PART SIX, no wait necessary! 🫶😅

end note: i'm gonna do my best to get the next part up in a timely manner, but please bear with! thank you again, my dudes, for sticking with what is becoming a behemoth of a story 💀 i probably should've mentioned that it's a very involved, very dense plot, huh? 🙃

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end note: guys. GUUUYYS. THANK YOU!! your response to this story has been incredible and i am deeply grateful for your engagement 😭 like, i cannot even BEGIN to express how much it means to me that y'all are interested in what i've got to share 😭 i intend to have the next part up soon, but i've just started back at school so🤞

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end note: they're so good at talking, eh? 😏 anyway, to let y'all in on my little headcanon: Hana is "helpful student" from episode 2, the girl who alerts Mr. Anderson to the deputy at the door when the class is watching Frankenstein (1931).

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intro note: at last, the bbys have words! which means this is a long one 🕊️

end note: dun dun dun...i really hope you guys are still with me 😅 the next update might take me a little longer. between schoolwork and work-work and Life Things, i'm kinda swamped, but i'll do my absolute best to getter done!

sidenote: please let me know if the taglist ISN'T working for you. i'm fiddling with it in the hopes that something will work, so i need some feedback 🫥 merci my loves!

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intro note: sorry for the delay, beauties! i was so behind on so many things and am still nursing a rather gruesome cold 🪦 made this one longer to make up for it 🫶

end note: i am so sorry to those of you who the taglist isn't working for! i stg, i am trying everything i can think of to fix the links, but nothing has worked so far 💔 thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for sticking with this story despite all the technical difficulties!

if you'd like to be kept up-to-date, please FOLLOW ME and TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS as the taglist isn't currently working ☠️

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end note: thank you so much for reading, lovelies! i'm currently working on the next update (which is Reader/Wally-focused) and am hopeful that it'll be ready by the end of this week! so keep an eye out 👀 (@banana-lol no accidents pls 😉)

if you'd like to be kept up to date, please FOLLOW ME and TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS, since the taglist has malfunctioned 🙈 i'm still adding ppl to it, but i can't guarantee that it'll notify you when i update 💀

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intro note: 🚨 THIS IS WHEN our plot diverges significantly from the source material. i felt i should alert you since i've stuck pretty close to the canon timeline until the last installment, and you may have come to expect things to follow that rhythm 😅

that being said, this one's shorter as the next one's gonna be a journey.

end note:

fun fact: my Wally Clark headcanon includes him waking up most mornings in his football uniform, cleats and helmet on, a stain of drool on the padded shoulder of his field jersey, just game-ready and nowhere to go 🏈

note: the next part should be out Sunday or Monday 😌 i wanna get into Homecoming Week sooner rather than later as things pick up and move along pretty quickly thereafter. although i know i've mentioned the rather involved plot this beast hatched, i really wanna finish this before June 🙏

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we still have so much to cover omg.)

reblog note:

NEW MATERIAL HAS BEEN ADDED TO THIS PART

an additional 1300 words have been tacked on after Wally's POV. a thousand apologies to those of you who've already read it 🙏 nothing else has been touched.

i was going to post the mini-chapter separately, but it didn't feel right as a standalone. it's supposed to be in PART TWELVE. i don't make the rules 😬

PART THIRTEEN will hopefully still be out either Sunday or Monday 👀 god willing 🪬

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intro note: sorry for the delay, gorgeous ghouls; school bit me in the booty. like, just took a whole chunk of my 🍑 in its teeth and tore 🦈 but that's done now 🫠 onwards and upwards!

end note: friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears! i'll be traveling about 4 time zones back tomorrow and might not have the opportunity to write again until Monday 😔 i'll get the next part up as soon as i can, though, i promise. definitely before the end of next week 🫶

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end note: i'm so sorry for any confusion, my darling dears 🥺 i'm so grateful that y'all are on this journey with me (and what a journey it is), and i wanna make sure i give you good quality content. i needed to weed out the issues and feel that what's now written is a better reflection of what's to come. bless you all, you delicious specimens 😘

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intro note: blessings, blessings, everyone. i come bearing new(ish) content! 🫶

end note: hey my beauties!! thank you so so so so so MUCH for bearing with me as i ironed out the kinks in the plot's fabric. i feel a lot more confident about how to move forward. things just make more sense. i hope everyone is cool with the changes made and that you're still willing to ride this through til the end with meee 🫶

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intro note: ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ if you haven't read the updated versions of THIRTEEN, FOURTEEN & FIFTEEN, please do so, otherwise this part won't make sense 😅

end note: this was a lot trickier than i thought it would be, but i gotter done 💪 thank you again for your patience and support, fam <3 i'm so lucky to have you guys 😭

if you'd like to be kept up to date, please FOLLOW ME and TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS, since the taglist has malfunctioned 🙈 i'm still adding ppl to it, but i can't guarantee that i'll ever use it since attempting to fix the problem is starting to destroy my sanity 💀

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end note:

fun fact: Mathilda Grace would be played by actress Cree Cicchino, for anyone who prefers having a visual reference 🖼️✨

note: alright, 16-17-18 are the thorns in my side; irksome and nit-picky and ruthless in their desire to include more of e4 than necessary. i'm finally happy with this one, though it took the week to smooth out the creases, and am already working on the next part to have out posthaste.

thank you so much for your patience, my doves 🫶

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intro note: this one may be difficult to follow as i use omniscient POV in some instances rather than third-person. i hope i managed to make the head-hopping clear 🫶

end note: this chapter was written to Amber Run's I Found (TXME Remix). i have a whole soundtrack for this series that i'd like to present once October Sun is complete, but i couldn't keep this one to myself. it's so intense and perfectly captures the fracturing of Reader's mind as she sits in that classroom with her friend's possible abuser.

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end note:

fun fact: my high school art teacher (who was also my favorite teacher and probably the best human ever) often had wine in her coffee mug during class. I imagine the Split River High art teacher does the same 😎

Ms. Gendron, if you're out there, salut 🍷

note: we had company throughout the process of writing this part. a little rascal-beans who made it very hard to type 🐈 because hands are playthings and cuddles are of the utmost importance, human, what are you thinking doing other things? (WhoopsBro left his kitty with us for a few days to fumigate his apartment and the wee beast is full of shenanigans 🐾💨)

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if you'd like to be kept up to date, please FOLLOW ME and TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS, since the taglist has malfunctioned 🙈 i am no longer adding people to is as i can't guarantee it'll ever be used again. attempting to fix the problem destroyed my sanity 💀

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end note: firstly, i actually really like Claire. i don't think she's a pick me, but i do think she's hella misguided and very entitled. clever, vicious, and kind of terrifying. many things but not a pick me. but Wally doesn't know anything about her except that she and Xavier had a whole sexuationship behind Maddie's back and our babe is loyal.

anyway, isn't this much better? or maybe you don't think so, i dunno, but i'm a lot happier with this part 😅 i truly love writing the dynamic between our 3 main ghosts and the 3 seat-fillers (Ajay, Bernie and Katelynn), but, sadly, those scenes don't always serve a purpose. i'm considering writing brief Asides. in-universe drabbles of our favorite haunt's day-to-day. legit, i have fanfic for my fanfic at this point...

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end note: all i kept picturing is this teeny-tiny madwoman glaring ferociously at the squad car as she drives after it to keep an eye on Simon. a crazy, over-protective witch just yelling profanities out of her window at the cops the whole way to the station. Mathilda is a delight.

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end note: not edited, we die like students at Split River High.

anyway, thank you so much for keeping up with this journey, my beloveds! the next part might be out sooner than i thought since i have a few days off this coming week. no promises, just hopeful thinking 😭 expect a comical stage as Ajay tries to keep Wally from giving everything away 👻 we have fun here...

ABOUT THE TAGLIST: i'm afraid i am no longer updating or using the taglist. moving forward, if you'd like to keep up to date, please FOLLOW ME and TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS. that thing took me to Hell and back, and we're no longer on speaking terms...😒

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intro note: this one's gonna be long. well, long-er than i'm used to posting in one shot lol

end note: dun dun dun...next part will be out sometime in the end of the week, God willing 🤞

all i imagined during the whole rooftop scene is Ajay just standing there, head in his hands, muttering, "this is why we can't have nice things." that poor, gentle boy needs a raise.

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intro note: i lied...it's 5308 words omg

end note: expect the second part to undergo some editing. it unfolded exactly how it was supposed to but i ran outta steam today. we got ourselves a little potato to dogsit for the next three weeks and she's been a handful 🥔🐶

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end note: *appears from a cloud of smoke, cloaked and shadowy, Final Countdown blaring* let the games begin!

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intro note: sorry for the delay, loves, work was overwhelming (it's busy season) and i'm sick and it was a lot 😩⚰️ ilyg 🫶

end note: Waiting for Godot is so stripped down that I disliked it immensely. also, please remember that time moves differently between the worlds of the living and the dead. so the 2 seconds it takes Xavier to lose his shit is, like, enough minutes in the metaphysical world for our ghost friends to find the forged receipt. like Narnia...it's been a thousand years O.o (iykyk)

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end note: fun fact: i'd toyed with the "ppl can see Wally when Reader touches him" reveal for some time, initially thinking i'd do it at the Homecoming Dance. but. plot happened so...yeah no, it didn't work anymore 🤷‍♀️ also, i would've had to account for Nicole, Claire, Mathilda, Hana, Eli...everyone. possibly teachers. all the ghosts. i love writing ensemble scenes, but that is too many moving pieces.

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intro note: 🚨💀⚠️thank you for bearing with me, guys. this is entirely new material. PART 24/25/26 have been combined here to create a massive fluffing installment (6509 words 😮‍💨). i'd suggest rereading at least the latter half of PART 23 beforehand if you need a refresh of the point in time we're returning to. please pretend that the old parts never happened. erase them from your memories 🕰️👁️‍🗨️💤🌀

end note: i am of the belief that Mr. South is spooky in his own right and doesn't need Reader to expose him to the supernatural. agree with me or not, his ominous words to Simon at the beginning of the season set me on a path that i can't ignore 🤭

i really hope you guys are okay with how i'm reworking this. i know i gave away a pretty major spoiler, and i regret that so much because i dearly want you all to enjoy this, but it had to be done. otherwise i was more than likely going to throw in the towel. rest assured, there is SO MUCH more to unfold.

ABOUT THE TAGLIST: y'all know, it ain't a thing around here anymore due to the overuse of ritual magic, some demon-summoning, and an unfortunate sacrifice that resulted in more technical issues than tumblr could handle 🔮🗡️ if you'd like to be kept up-to-date, please FOLLOW ME and TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS. we have fun here (•¯ ∀ ¯���)

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intro note: 📜🪶🧡 guess who's baaAAAAaaack~ 👁️👅👁️ thank you everyone for being patient. it was your support that motivated me to write through brain fog and fatigue and the various other symptoms i'm experiencing rn. big ups, bbs 😘 this is the slipperiest of slopes as we close October Sun and step into October Moon. i hope it's everything you've been waiting for (*serenely dodges tomatoes and accusations of clickbaiting smut*). tysm my dearest loves 💘

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intro note: ⏰we continue...🐾 we clocked in at 6818 words. for anyone triggered by violence or murder, especially involving children, the plot will still make sense if you choose to SKIP that scene. it begins in Act 3 when we return to Wally's POV. i have indicated that act with "‗‗‗‗🚩‗‗‗‗" to avoid confusion. if you wish to back-arrow out but would like a summary of events, please DM me and i'll happily catch you up in a gentler way 🧡

end note: unedited. written at midnight. you know the drill: i will most likely come back to tinker at the bits i think need fixing 😅

this chapter was written to Daylight (Cinematic) by David Kushner (Act 3). parts of Act 3 had also been inspired by Devil Devil by Milck, specifically the violence that unfolds when Christopher Nears attacks Living Man. the last act was written to Outta My Head by The Eagle Rock Gospel Singers. if anyone is interested in an October Sun playlist, it will be released upon completion of the story (i.e.: after PART 27)🥲🥀

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end note: i will definitely be tinkering away here tomorrow 💀

Act 1 was written to The Night We Met (Slowed & Thunder Storm) by Lord Huron. Act 5 was written to You're Somebody Else by Flora Cash. finally, Act 6 was written to Willow Tree March by The Paper Kites.

i can't believe it, guys. we made it. (ignoring that i now have less that 3 weeks to accomplish Series 2 before the second season airs...) thank you everyone who's still clinging for their lives on the sides of this chaos canoe. you're all legends and i love each and every one of you to the moon and beyond 😭

[michaelasworlds-blog]

Sugar, Spice and Nothing Nice

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Chapter 12: The Company You Keep

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SUICIDE, MENTIONS OF 🍇 , SEXUAL ABUSE, MENTAL ABUSE🚨

Chicago, Illinois 1988

“You are so beautiful,” Desiree; a 17 year old girl, smiled at the girl she was babysitting.

The girl blushed as Desiree put lipgloss on her, “Thanks, oh can you not put so much makeup on me; my mom will throw a hissy fit.” She rolled her eyes.

“Moms, am I right?” Desiree rolled her eyes. “Babe! Get in here! Look at my masterpiece!”

Wes, the younger girl’s stepbrother and Desiree’s boyfriend walked into the room, “Look,” she turned the girl to him.

“Wow nice job Rae,” Wes took a closer look. “You’re beautiful Bean.”

Bean smiled at older teens then at her reflection.

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Hell, Present Day

“Do you remember your life on earth?” Bean asked, looking at her reflection in the small mirror

“Tell Val that he has to move the shoot up an hour for the meeting at 3,” Vox told Victor; his assistant.

“The overlord meeting?” Victor asked, writing on their clipboard.

“No not the overlord meeting, I’m not going anywhere near that shit show,” Vox replied.

“Hey!” Bean said louder.

Vox rolled his eyes, “Give me a minute, my dear.” Bean pouted in the rolling chair.

“I’ll email him right away, oh and Carmilla wanted to know about what’s happening with the Angelic Security System” Victor looked at him.

“What’s the rush? There’s no threat thanks to the princess and her band of housekeepers,” Vox chuckled looking at his phone. Bean let out a loud dramatic sigh, Vox rubbed his temples; “Give me that box and leave” he pointed to a dark blue box, Victor handed it to him then left.

Vox walked over to the demon spinning in his chair, he stood behind it stopping him from spinning; “What are you moaning about?” He looked down at her.

Bean looked up at him smiling, “Do you remember your life before you died?”

“What brought on that?” He raised an eyebrow.

Bean shrugged, “I wanted to know if you could, so I could tell you what I remember.”

“You sure are somethin,” he shakes his head.

“So did you-”

“Would you like to see what I got you,” he interrupted her.

She gasped, “You got me a present?! What did you get me!!!” She squealed.

Vox opened the blue box revealing a gold necklace with his name written in cursive, Bean clapped smiling; “It’s so beautiful!” He put the jewelry around her neck.

Bean admired her neck in her hand mirror, “My dear I need a favor from you,” Vox turned her head to him.

“Okay,” she smiled up at him.

“I need you to be a good girl for me and stop delaying Val’s work, I know he makes you mad; but you can’t keep harming the workers,” Vox smirked, holding her face.

“Well he needs to tell his slutbag employees not to fuck with me,” Bean said sarcastically.

Vox stopped smirking, “I’m serious, I have an important broadcast tonight for the show and I can’t have Val being a baby cause his workers keep going ‘missing’; cut the shit for 24 hours or I can make you,” his voice became distorted. “Are we at an understanding?”

“Whatever,” Bean rolled her eyes, moving out of his grip.

“Hey..” Vox gently grabbed her face again, she looked up with puppy dog eyes; “You’re in my chair.” Bean glares at him before getting up letting him sit.

“You’re a jerk,” she said before Vox pulled her onto his lap. Bean faced him biting her lip.

“Isn’t this a much better seat?” He smirked, putting his hand through her hair.

Bean blushed before kissing him on the cheek.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Welcome back to ‘Ravin wit Rave’, we have a returning guest, Bean,” Eric pressed a button on a keyboard making an applause sound. “How ya doin girl?”

“I’m well, nice keyboard;” She glances at it.

“Thanks, Charlie got it for me,” He grinned.

Bean smiles, “Nice..so, why’d invite me here?”

“Well you kind of left me traumatized at the party,” Eric said. “I want the deets.”

“On what?” She smiled nervously.

“You told me that you devoured your step brother, I want the deets on that jazz;” he leaned forward.

Bean’s smile faded, “Oh, I shouldn’t have said that.. that’s not right-”

“Sorry did I cross a line again?” Eric covered the mic, whispering to her.

“No it’s fine I just shouldn’t have told you that, that’s not why I’m here, I ate them; but I didn’t kill them,” she played with her fingers.

“Oh..so the plot thickens..” Eric played a “gasp” sound effect. Bean stared at him with a blank face, “Sorry sorry I’m a gossipy bitch.”

“That’s ok, hell is full of gossipy bitches; but yes the plot is very thick,” she smiled a little.

“But does it get thicker than me?” Eric raised an eyebrow.

Bean laughed, “You’re annoying, I’ll tell you and your viewers something.”

Eric moved to the edge of his seat.

“This story is kind of sad, it’s not like scary stuff, more like I don’t know..”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chicago, Illinois 1980s

I met my step brother Wes when I was 10 years old, he didn’t really like me or my sister at first; I just thought he was an angsty teen..He was but I didn’t really care.

I think he had a problem because his dad liked me more than him…

I don’t know, but his mom had abandoned him or something so he moved in with me and my family. He was there for me, then he started dating Desiree; she babysat my sister. I thought I would be left out of everything since they were older but they included me in lots of things, especially when things at home got bad.

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“What’s the sad part?” Eric asked. Bean was quiet for a moment, looking at her fingers.

“The human mind is…complicated,” she sighs.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chicago, Illinois 1995

“I don’t understand!”I cried, Desiree was packing a suitcase.

“It’s not a good idea for you to stay here anymore,” she was frantic, she wouldn’t even look at me.

“You said I could! WES said I could!” I couldn’t believe she was doing this. Was she jealous? Was she cheating on Wes? Did she hate me?

“I can’t do this right now Bean!” She got in my face. “Get out, now!”

I stood there, if she wanted me to leave she’d have to make me; “Where’s Wes? I wanna talk to him.”

“Fine,” Desiree stormed over her closet. I followed her, as soon as she yanked the closet open,

I screamed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Holy shit!” Eric gasped. “She killed him?!”

Bean shakes her head.

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🚨TRIGGER WARNING:MENTIONS OF SUICIDE🚨

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“He took his own life” Desiree handed me a note he had written.

It read:

I’m so tired.

“This makes no sense,” was all I could say. “Wes wouldn’t-”

“Wes was depressed!” She interrupted me. “He promised he was going to get help! He lied!” She started sobbing.

“But.. why is he in the closet?” I was so confused.

“I don’t know, I just found him like this; I thought he was at work” she just stared at his lifeless body.

It wasn’t making sense, I kept staring at the note and something wasn’t right; then it hit me. “This isn’t his handwriting.. it’s not his-”

BANG!

And then there was one, I was alone. With two dead bodies…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Holy crap?! What next! Did you eat the bodies?!” Eric’s mouth was open agape.

“What?! No!” Bean rolled her eyes.

“Well you do eat people,” he crossed his arms.

“Well I didn’t do that to them…I made them pie,” she blushed.

“You mean ‘a pie’ ” Eric corrected.

“No…I made them into a pie,” Bean covered her face embarrassed. It was silent for a moment then Eric burst out laughing, “STTOOOPPPP!!! It’s not funny!!” She whined, starting to laugh.

“Oh Satan, that's hilarious,” He wiped a tear from his eye. “But honestly, that’s a pretty good way to get rid of evidence.”

“I guess,” she shrugged, smiling. “Wait, you never took your hand off your mic,” Bean pointed to Eric’s hand on his mic; he gasped and she started laughing again.

Eric put his head on the table, “Fuck my life.”

“Don’t you mean afterlife?” Bean joked.

“LAME!!!” He screamed before they both laughed.

“Wanna hear another story?” She smirked.

Eric quickly sat up, “Yes!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You know you’re quite the storyteller Latte,” Angel smirked, leaning on Bean’s head.

“They’re not stories, but I like narrating; I like to narrate my life,” She smiled.

“You should start your own little segment,” He nudged her.

“No one would listen to that,” Bean looks down at her hands. “I’d look silly.”

“Well I’d listen to it,” Angel smiled at her; “And even if it’s horrible, I got bad insomnia and need somethin to put me to sleep,” he joked.

“Ha ha,” she rolls her eyes. “I can’t do that anyway, Val would want me to work-”

“Screw Val!” Angel interrupted her.

“Um yeah, I already do that,” Bean was confused.

“You know what I mean, I know it’s hard but you can’t keep doing this to yourself,” He put his hands on her shoulders.

Bean doesn’t look at the demon, then looks at him; “I have to.”

Angel’s eyes widened, “Are you in love with-”

“No! I’m not in love with anyone, I’m just…” she sighs putting her head in her hands. “It’s complicated..”

“Is..it..” Angel tapped his chin then gasped, “It’s Vox! You like him!”

Bean covered her face blushing, “Don’t say anything!”

“You don’t want to leave because you like him!” He covered his mouth, “Damn Latte I’m sorry.”

She looked up at him, confused, “What do you mean ‘sorry’?”

“I think you might be getting used,” Angel said.

Bean was silent, she just played with her fingers, “I don’t get it,” she mumbled.

“I don’t either,” He shrugged. “The Vees are sneaky bitches, hot but sneaky; and bitchy.”

“But they saved my life..I don’t understand..” She said sadly.

“I’ve always meant to ask, how’d you get mixed up with the Vees anyway,” Angel put his feet on the couch; lighting a cigarette.

“Well like I said, they saved my life,” she sighed. “I had been beaten and stabbed to near death, those fuckers ripped my leg off for Satan’s sake!”

“Who?!” Angel looked pissed.

“Ray and his bitch ass buddies,” Bean rolled her eyes. “Anyway-“

“Wait!” He interrupted. “You have a fake leg?” Bean grabbed one of his lower arms and put it on her lower leg.

“That’s metal, and this,” She pulled on her skin; “It’s rubber.”

Angel pulled her leg making her lay down, he examined it, “You mean to tell me that Vox can make fake limbs?” He knocked on her fake leg, “You feel that?”

“No,” Bean sat up rolling her eyes.

“What’s wrong with you?” He crossed his arms.

“Can I finish?” She whined.

“Okay geez,” he put his arms up in surrender.

She cleared her throat, “Anyway Val brought me to V-Tower, the Vees nursed me back to health; they would come in and do my hair and give me clothes- What?” Bean noticed Angel’s bored face.

“Nothin’ this just feels like a story I’ve heard before,” he leans on his arm. “Proceed.”

“Vox would come in a lot more than Valentino and Velvette, we got pretty personal,” Bean blushed.

“Personal huh,” Angel smirked. “And..uh what does pretty personal mean?”

“We didn’t really do anything, we never do,” she shrugged.

“Really?” Angel wasn’t convinced. “Then what the hell-”

“We were just talking, I just got hot and took my shirt off,” Bean said feeling embarrassed.

“You find yourself in the weirdest situations,” he raised an eyebrow. Bean just shrugged, she didn’t know what he meant by that.

“Anyway we just talked, he’d come in to talk, he would ask me how I felt and things I wanted,” Bean blushed thinking about their time together. “But one day he just stopped coming, he would barely talk to me; and I don’t know why,” she looked down glassy eyed.

Angel sighed, he couldn’t help but feel bad; Val had seemed like the best person at one point in his life. He had given him everything, money, fame and what he used to think was love. “Hey come on, don’t cry;” he put his arm around her as she wiped her face with her.

“It is just so hard,” she cried. “I’m trying so hard.”

He grabs her shoulders, “Look at me,” she looks up at Angel crying and hiccuping. “We. Do. Not. Stress. For.These. Men.”

“Are you serious? You’d do anything or anyone for men,” she laughed.

“I get paid to do anybody AND anything toots, you give out for free,” he crosses his arms.

Bean rolls her eyes, “I do not.”

“Ya too sweet toots, try bein a bitch; or at least bitter I don’t know,” Angel shrugged.

“I am a bitch! I’m practically at cunt!” Bean’s voice got higher. Angel looked the short demon up and down, she was like a toddler; all she had to do was start stomping her foot. “I’m serious! I’ve literally killed people.”

Angel burst out laughing, “Okay Latte, you a killer!” He continued laughing.

“It’s true! Tiffany, Dymond, Ray! And some guy I forgot his name,” she said loudly.

“Okay first off, they would have told Val, and second; even if you did you are too small to do it by yourself,” Angel raised an eyebrow.

“Do you really think Val would care? And I had a little help I guess..” Bean sighed. “I just get so mad and I don’t know how to control myself.”

“You wanna know what I do when I get pissed?” He put a hand on her shoulder.

“Drugs?” She looked at him innocently.

“I do that all the time, I just spend time with people that care about me,” Angel smiled.

“Oh..okay!” Bean stood up smiling.

“Where ya goin?” He said.

“To spend time with my best friend,” this made Angel smile. “Barktholomew!” He frowned watching her leave.

“Cunt my ass.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I don’t know why you do this to yourself,” Bean sat on the floor feeding Barktholomew cookies, “You know I decided to hang out with you today and all you want are..” She looked at the name on the package, which was only one letter written in black. “V’s cookies, it’s a bit rude.”

She continued to feed him the cookies when Bean felt a dark presence behind her. “I will never understand how you can spend hours on end with that mutt for hours on end,” a voice came from behind her. Bean turned to see Alastor leaning on his mic stick thing, she hadn’t decided what it was.

“Alastor! Sa tchob byen?” Bean smiled standing up.

Translation: Alastor! How’s it going?

“Oh you've been practicing!” Alastor said proudly.

“Nah, I only know that,” she said flattered. “Do you know who ‘V’ could be?” She showed him the package.

The radio demon just stared for a moment, “No idea,” He shrugged, Bean also shrugged before eating a cookie. “Why are you on the floor?”

“Angel said I should spend more time with the people I care about,” she hugged her dog.

“I’m sure he meant with actual people, not mutts you consider people,” he said with a smug grin.

The blue demon looked at him with a straight face, “Is your default just being a dick? Are you trying to make up for something else that might not be so big?” She smirked, wiggling her pinky.

Alastor looked at her, his eyes narrowing; “My my such crude words, from such a small child.”

Bean frowned, “I am NOT a child.”

“Then maybe don’t act like it,” He responded.

“Are you serious?” She scoffed. “People here literally rip each other apart, and you talk to anyone ANYWAY you want; but I make a dick joke and-” Bean was cut off by the Radio Demon walking up to her, he was smiling but there was anger in his eyes.

“You can talk to whoever you want however you want, but when talking to me you will talk to me with respect, do you understand?” He glared down at her, she glared back up at him not saying a word.

Bean sighed, “Whatever.”

“Good girl,” he pat her on the head.

“I bet you had TONS of friends,” she rolls her eyes.

“Why yes I have loads of friends,” Alastor smirks.

“Fine, name a friend you have not been attracted to, or was attracted to you, or had sex with,” Bean leaned on the counter Alastor opened his mouth. “AND a friend who isn’t a mother figure,” she finished.

He was silent for a moment, tapping his chin, “Where are your friends? Hmmmm,” he changed the subject.

“Um hello, one of them is right here,” Bean gestured to an empty spot on the floor where Barktholomew sat; she gasped.

“How sad,” he shook his head.

“Whatever, I bet your only friend was your mom,” she crossed her arms.

“Jealous?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No, cause my friend was my dad,” Bean stuck her tongue out at him.

“I’d rather my mom thank you,” Alastor responded.

“Mama’s boy,” she mumbled before going on her phone.

Alastor decided to say nothing, it was like arguing with a toddler, she always has to have the last word.

Bean fiddled with her necklace, “What was your mom like? I’m sure she was somethin special if she was your best friend,” she looked at him.

“I told you that I have loads of friends, and my mother holds a very special place in my heart, it was always me and her against the world; she taught me everything I know,”Alastor responded feeling nostalgic. His mother was his world, her face was one he could never forget.

“Awe how sweet,” Bean smiled, she looked at him in admiration. “Tell me more.”

“Oh I could go on forever my dear, let me hear more about you,” Alastor eyed the gold necklace she was fiddling with. “That’s a lovely necklace, who gave it to you?”

“Oh um Vox,” She blushed. “He gave it to me for being-”

“A good little girl?” He rolled his eyes. Alastor knew how the Vees were, their little workers did things for them and they got whatever their hearts desired.

“No they helped me out, and I work for them; and I get nice things,” Bean looked down at the necklace.

“Seems like you owe lots of people,” he leaned on the counter.

“Well yeah, like you told me to kill Ray and Dymond, and you just spend time with me,” She smiled. “I help you so you help me.”

“I did not tell you to kill them, I only said ‘that’s what I would do’ you didn’t have to do it;” he raised an eyebrow. What kind of game was she playing? “Take accountability my dear, you were upset, and I told you to find a way to relieve that anger.”

Bean looked at the floor, she thought that’s what he wanted. “I don’t understand, what do you want then?”

“I just want your company, I was just trying to help,” he explained.

“Company? That’s it?” She sounded confused, like she couldn’t comprehend a man not wanting sexual favors from her.

“That’s all, I’m sorry to disappoint cher but I’m taken, I thought you knew this,” Alastor watched the blue demon turn red with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry..I know that, I don’t want you like that,” she hid her face.

For a moment it was silent, Alastor thought about changing the subject. But before he could do so Bean uncovered her face, “Do you remember your life before you died?”

“I remember some things, however some memories are blurry,” he tried to think about it. He mostly remembered his lovely mother and the time they spent together, his awful father and the things he’d do to them. Alastor remembered his killings; however he had forgotten why he killed most of them. “Mostly good ones, but bad memories do haunt me sometimes.”

“I don’t have a lot of clear memories, it’s like a dream; the memories mix into each other. So sometimes things that happened in 1993 will just mix with things that happened in 1989,” Bean explained.

“Anything happened in those two years?” He asked.

“Well 1993 was when I was studying abroad in Europe and 1989-”

“I’m sorry, studying a what?” Alastor tilted his head in confusion.

“Studying abroad, ya know going to college in a different country for a year?” She explained to a still confused Alastor. “Didn’t you go to college? You’re like 40 or something.”

“I didn’t even go to high school, what makes you think I went to college?” He raised an eyebrow.

She shrugged “Whatever, anyway 1989 was just when my sister went missing.”

“You don’t seem too concerned.”

“Well for starters, she wasn’t even my blood sister; that was my stepdad and my mom’s kid and she was a major bitch, she defended her dad till her disappearance,” Bean crossed her arms.

“Oh my someone was jealous,” Alastor said smugly. “Wasn’t getting enough attention?”

She rolled her eyes, “More like too much attention, I studied abroad to get away from the ‘attention’.”

“I see..” Alastor said, understanding what she meant. “What’d your mother do when she found out?”

Bean took a breath, “She said ‘Can we not talk about this? I hear enough every night’.”

Alastor’s eyes widened, “And…this man is still amongst the living?”

“No, at least I don’t think so,” Bean smirked.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chicago, Illinois 1995

Bean ran into the bathroom covered in blood, she paced around the room hyperventilating.

“Well I didn’t expect that,” the woman watched the young woman. “You know you didn’t have to take the gun, or bake them…”

“I didn’t know what to do!” Bean yelled. “I already touched their bodies! Do you have their souls?”

“No, you didn’t kill them, so I don’t own them; remember our deal, you collect souls for me and I protect you”

“Ugh!!” Bean sat on the ground, this had to be a nightmare.

At that moment the bathroom door swung open, her stepdad stood in the doorway, “Get out!” She yelled standing back up.

“You know you’re pathetic,” he slammed the door. “Your mom is talking about calling the police, what did you say to her?”

“The only thing I told her was that your son was dead,” Bean crossed her arms looking up at him. She wasn’t afraid, not anymore.

“Why would you feel the need to talk about my son?” He towered over her.

She smirked, “You forgot your gun.” Without saying another word, Bean pulled the gun from her back pocket shooting her stepdad in his face. His lifeless body fell to the ground, looking down at him Bean began emptying the chamber into his face. She stared down at the bloody mess she made when a banging at the door made her look up.

“CPD OPEN UP!”

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“And.. that was my last day on earth,” Bean smiled.

“Have you ever thought that your unhealthy relationship with men is because of your stepfather?” Alastor asked.

“I- wait huh?” Bean was confused. What’d her relationship now have to do with killing her stepdad?

“Nothing.. I sound like Vera,” Alastor mumbled.

“Who’s Vera?” She asked.

Alastor emits microphone feedback, “Uh..”

Bean gasped, “Wait?! Vera is…your mom, you were comfortable enough with her to call her by her name; that’s so sweet.”

“Um..sure,” Alastor said, she was a sweet girl but she wasn’t the smartest. “Have you ever had ANY happy memories?” He changed the subject.

“Well I have vague memories, like I have this memory from when I was really small; my dad was singing this song to me, it kind of went like ‘You know I can’t smile without you, I can’t smile without you, I can’t laugh and I can’t sing, I’m finding it hard to do anything’,” She sang. “I feel happier already.”

“I’ve never heard of that song before,” Alastor thought about it. “Would you teach it to me?”

“Really?!” Bean’s eyes lit up.

Alastor nodded as the excited demon began to teach him the song.

She was a sweet kid, a sweet kid who needed guidance.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“My sister and I had a conversation about coexisting, she was just jealous that she didn’t get to live the life I had, turns out having a civil conversation was all that we needed,” Erin smiled at Estelle, a beautiful siren that Erin looked up to.

“That’s great, I’m glad you and your sister are getting along; but all I asked was for you to put your feet in the water,” Estelle smiled.

She was in Alastor’s lake, trying to help Erin; she was pretty pale for a siren, and was also afraid of water. Lots of sirens had water related deaths, but most of them couldn’t stay out of the water.

“Oh, right,” Erin looked at the water. “Welp, here it goes-” before her foot even touched the door opened, Alastor walked into the room with a blue demon.

“And that’s why Vox hates me,” he said.

“Why do I feel like that’s not true?” The girl looked up at him confused.

Erin gasped running over to the demons, “Bean, oh my gosh!” She hugs her.

“Ellie my dear, don’t you look as radiant as ever?” Alastor walked over to Estelle kissing her hand.

“Now Allie, is there something you need?” She looked up at him.

“Can’t a man compliment his lovely best friend,” Alastor grinned. Estelle smiled warmly rolling her eyes, “However I do need some assistance cher.”

“Aha!” She pointed at the Radio Demon. “What do you need, my love?”

“See that lovely young lady over there?” He gestured to Bean who was talking and laughing with Erin. “I need you to persuade her.”

“Persuade her?” Estelle raised an eyebrow.

“She has strong feelings…for Vox.”

“Hm,” Her eyes widened. Estelle wasn’t a huge fan of the Vees, Vox was a bit much but this girl sees something in him; “You want me to persuade her to not like him?” She asked.

“I love how smart you are,” Alastor’s smile widened.

“Allie…I can’t just tell someone not to love who they love, but I suppose I can give advice if she helps me with Erin,” Estelle looked up at the demon.

“Fair enough my dear,” Alastor booped her nose. “Bean, come here,” Bean and Erin walked over to the older demons.

“Can I show her my Creole?” Bean asked.

“No, I want you to meet my lovely friend Estelle,” Alastor gestured to his childhood friend as she waved.

“What’s happening?” Bean looked confused.

“I suppose Alastor thinks you have boy trouble,” Estelle replied. The blue demon glared at him.

“Are we talking about boys?!” Erin squealed.

“We are if you put your feet in the water,” Estelle smiled at her.

Erin frowned, taking a step back. “Can you not swim?” Bean asked. “But aren’t you a mermaid?”

“Siren,” Erin corrected her.

“Let me help you! I can swim!” Bean offered grinning. “And she can help you too, she’s also a mermaid!”

“Siren,” both Erin and Estelle said.

Alastor cleared his throat, “Well it seems like you ladies are acquainted, I’m going to give you some space,” he sat in his armchair; taking out a book.

Estelle rolled her eyes then looked at the girls, “Erin come,” Erin sits in the grass, Estelle holds her hands. “I want you to know that it’s okay to be afraid, there are things I’m afraid of; but you’re drying out. Soon showers and drinking water won’t be enough, please; let me help you,” she stared at her.

“Okay…I’ll try,” Erin sighs before slowly putting her feet in the lake. The girls watched and Alastor peeked over his book, Erin’s feet began to become scaly.

“Now get in, it’s gonna be fine,” Bean said as Erin started to get into the water holding onto Estelle.

“What now?” Erin asked them.

“Look,” Estelle pointed to Erin’s silvery blue tail coming out of the water.

Erin gasped, “I’ve never seen it so shiny.”

“I am so jealous, wish I was a siren,” Bean admired her tail.

“No, I'm jealous!” Erin leaned on the edge. “Who’s your bf?!”

“Tell us who this new Vox is,” Estelle leaned forward intriguingly.

“Well, I don’t really know,” Bean looked at the gold necklace around her neck. “I don’t think he’s new or anything, he’s just-”

“As annoying as ever,” Alastor interrupted.

Estelle splashed water towards him, “Shush you.”

“I don’t know what he’s like, we have these conversations where I think he also has feelings, but then he treats me like any other employee working there; it’s confusing,” Bean sighs.

“Is he ghosting you?” Erin said before Estelle could say anything.

“Ghosting?” Bean tilted her head.

“Like ignoring your texts and phone calls, stuff like that,” Erin explained.

“I don’t know, I texted how he was and he just texted a thumbs up,” Bean shrugged.

Estelle listened to the younger demons bicker about what the thumbs up meant, “Hey!” The girls looked at her. She was honestly surprised that worked, “You should talk to him, if you love him don’t wait; it might be too late if you wait too long.”

“I just don’t want to look like a silly little girl,” Bean looked at the ground. “I’m always treated like a kid, I’m not a kid.”

“Tell him that, stand your ground, and if decides to..to well I guess be Vox-”

“I’ll kill him,” Alastor closes his book. Estelle looks at him with her hands on her hips.

“Ugh! This is hard!” Bean put her head in her hands.

“I know right!” Erin sat next to her. “When I was alive this boy named Sam gave me a rose and said I was the one and that he could feel it, apparently he was giving every girl a rose!”

“Awe.. how tragic,” Alastor put his hand on his heart. “This is why I don’t trust men.”

Estelle stared at him with a straight face, “Go back to your book.”

“Actually it wasn’t tragic, I was the only one that got a real rose, the other girls got plastic ones,” Erin continued. “Guys are complicated, they do things the hard way instead of just asking for help.”

“And that’s why you should talk to him,” Estelle smiles at a hopeful looking Bean. “Help him out, a little.”

“Thank you so much!” She stood up walking to the door.

“Thanks for helping me!” Erin smiled.

“I did nothing but no problem!” Bean waved at them before leaving.

Estelle smiled before looking at her friend, who had worry in his eyes, “Allie,” she got his attention. “She’ll be fine.”

His smile widened.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bean walked through the halls of V-Tower, there were a lot of reporters around, some from “666 News” and other news stations she had never heard of. She was nervous but if didn’t do this now, she might forget. Walking backstage of the set Bean saw him, he was so tall and so handsome and unapproachable and he looked up at her and holy shit she couldn’t do it!

Bean left the set, her heart was beating a mile an hour or second or whatever; her face was warming up the longer she stayed near the set. She started down the hall away from the set, the reporters, from everything. Bean wasn’t too sure what she wanted, she took out her phone, scrolling through her and Vox’s text thread. Something that bothered her, she texted him more than he texted her.

What if she was the girl with the fake rose?

What if she wasn’t the one?

What if she wasn’t special?

Maybe the truth was just that, she just wasn’t any of those things. Bean sat on the hallway floor, then the worst thing happened; she started crying. CRYING. IN. PUBLIC! She tried to rush through the cries and sobs.

“Yeah he gets so dramatic about the guy Carmilla, I don’t know,” Bean heard a voice coming down the hall.

“Fuck,” she quickly stood up.

Valentino was walking down the hallway talking on the phone, “¡Eres una perra brutal!” He laughed.

Translation: You are a brutal bitch!

Bean leaned against the wall trying to look cool or something, Valentino stopped laughing when he saw her, “I’ll call you later,” he hung up. “What are you doing?”

“Me? Just chillin,” she shrugged.

“Were you the one sobbing earlier? He narrowed his eyes at her. Bean never understood if he did that because he didn’t believe her, or because he couldn’t see.

She shook her head holding back tears, Valentino looked down at her annoyed, “You know you’re pathetic right.”

“No I’m not,” she mumbled.

Valentino leaned down to her level, “Yes, you are; come.” He started down the hall, Bean slowly followed after him.

They arrived in his room, it felt weird being in there; but also strange cause she had been in this room a lot.

“You know I gave you everything, and you always ran away,” he scoffed, handing her tissues. “You know who that reminds me of?” Val sat on the bed next to her.

“Angel?” Bean rolled her eyes not looking at him.

“Me,” he said, making her look at him. “When I was alive I had to do anything to keep my family from starving. When I was about 14 or 15 my mother met this nice man, who promised to give us whatever we needed and whatever; all I had to do was do whatever he said. He sold me to many people, whoever was willing to pay could get me; one day I had enough and ran away. I didn’t know where I was, or where to go so I went back.”

“What does this have to do with me?” Bean looked away again.

He turned her face to his, “You came back, that’s someone who knows what they need is more important than how they feel.”

Bean was silent for a moment, she didn’t know what to say or how to feel. “But I have somewhere to go..”

“Oh the hotel? Let me ask you something, do you think Chandler knows what it’s like to be us? To have all this baggage and not know what to do with it?” He was in her face.

“Who’s Chandler?” Bean tilted her head.

“Are you listening?” Val looked at her with a straight face.

“I think,” she said confused. “I mean, I’m sorry that stuff happened to you but, we’re nothing alike.”

“How?”

“You are a pimp and porn director, I was homeless and got my fucking leg ripped off! I have one leg Val, ONE! You have like ten,” she crossed her arms.

“And look at you now, you’re not homeless and you’re pretty famous,” he grinned. “You keep looking at the negatives baby.”

“You sound like my fucking stepdad,” She mumbled.

“Awe..is that why you’re so pissy? Daddy issues?” Val pinches her cheek.

“Fuck off,” Bean pulls away but is pulled back by Val.

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF 🍇 , SEXUAL ABUSE, MENTAL ABUSE🚨

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“I bet you got the nicest shit and all you had to do was lay there and let daddy play with you,” he trailed his finger from her lips to her shirt.

“Stop,” she was on the verge of tears.

“You loved getting that stuff, but hated the aftermath,” he took down one of her straps. “Or maybe..” Val gripped her by her hair. “Maybe you liked it, liked having what mommy couldn’t?”

“NO! I DIDN’T! FUCK OFF!” Bean screamed, trying as hard as she could to get out of his grip, but failing.

“I know,” he smirked. “You feel powerless don’t you?”

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” She yelled. Val stayed quiet waiting for an answer. “Yes..”

He pushes Bean onto the bed, “Frustrating isn’t it?” He laid on top of her caressing her face. “I bet you wanna rip my fucking head off don’t you?” She just stared, not answering him, “You don’t need some hotel, or Angel, and you don’t need Vox. You wanna be a top? Stop standing behind everyone and take control.”

Bean tried pushing Val off but her arms were pinned to the bed, “Nice try,” he said smugly before kissing her, she started making out with him.

Val starts to bite her neck, Bean moans as he lifts up her dress and pulls her panties down. He begins to thrust into her making her gasp, she wraps her legs around his waist.

The harder he thrusted the angrier Bean got, all she could think about was him; coming into her room, getting on top of her, hitting her and her mom knowing about it. Ugh and Val.. someone did need to tear him to pieces. However he was right about one thing..

It was time she took control.

(Hey Hey, first things first; Estelle is not my OC , she belongs to @virydia *thank you for letting me put her in my story*. I know it’s been awhile but I finally got the chance to finish the chapter, the next chapter is the last, I was thinking of doing a sequel to this; imma give my girl the ending she deserves. This is the song Bean was teaching Alastor.)

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I love the story "No Way Home" I've never done a request before but what is a day in the life like for reader and Ari now that she's staying with the two murderers?

Forever Home🌼

✨Pairing✨: serialkiller!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader (ft. Robert Freezy)

Summary🪄: A day in the life of you in your new home

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS, mentions of murder, manipulation, softdark!Ari, mention of protected and unprotected happy adult fun times (you’ll see), slight breeding kink, language, hint of Stockholm syndrome by technicality

*DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*

A/N🎤: firstly, sorry for how long it’s taken me to write this😓 life and work have been jumping me heavy lately which has unfortunately made the desire to write very low, BUT I FINALLY GOT A BREAK FROM THAT🤗!

Second, I’m honored to be your first ask and am so happy to hear you love “No Way Home”!! So to answer your question, I technically have two answers

For the first few months, Sugar (that’s Ari’s nickname for reader so that’s what we’ll refer to her as) mostly stays in her - well, unknowingly Ari’s - room not really interacting with anyone

She’s still dealing with the sense of guilt from Brittany’s capture and death, plus mourning the life she once knew

Just as he promised though, Ari is there checking on her day and night. Bringing her food, water, or anything else she might need

*whenever he finds her asleep, he even makes sure to cover her with a blanket so she’s not too cold. As you could probably guess, it makes Robert sick

The first couple of days, she barely touched her meals though. Just sitting or lying in bed while the food stayed untouched exactly where Ari left it on the bedside table

Robert couldn’t care less about it (it’d mean more food for him anyway), while Ari silently worried

“You gotta eat something sugar,” he gently tried to coax the next time he brought breakfast. The steaming bowl of oatmeal making her stomach gurgle from the cinnamon and sugar caressing her nose. “Cmon eat something for me. Please?”

Maybe it was the hunger that finally got the best of her. Or it could’ve been Ari’s deep yet soothing rasp paired with his caring gaze. Either way, a small smile was curling along his pink lips when his sugar took a bite from the spoon he held near her mouth.

“Good girl.”

From then on, sugar slowly began to talk more when Ari would visit. When she finally flashed him a small smile, it’s as if he could physically feel his heart expand

And when she dared journey downstairs? Her little patter of footsteps walking up behind Ari to say a sweet yet quiet, “Good morning.”?! He was like a child on Christmas his smile was so bright

Her own cheeks heated at the sight. Secretly, and a little shamefully, loving the slight tilt to it

Now when she gets completely comfortable, a typical day starts with sugar making breakfast for everyone. Ari stealing loving glances as he “reads” the paper. Robert usually comes back from his shift at the gas station just as the food hits the table

“This looks good sweetheart, but you know you don’t have to cook every day,” Ari says pulling out her seat - next to him as per usual.

“Well, I figured I should contribute somehow,” she shyly shrugs. “I don’t wanna just eat your food and take up space.”

“Yet that’s exactly what’s happening,” Robert grumbles. Ari’s quick to kick his shin under the table making him yelp in pain; clearly disapproving his attitude

“Don’t listen to him. This is your home now.”

After everyone’s done, she moves towards the sink to wash the dishes but Ari instructs Robert - or Bobby as he and only he can call him - to do it instead. “You’ve done enough. Rest,” Ari winks before he’s soon off to start his shift.

In the meantime, she’ll clean around the house, wash clothes, and even read something either from the collection on the bookshelf in the living room or a book Ari happens to “find” here and there

And although she’s been warned to not stay out too long, she’ll sneak off and visit Ari for a while.

“Bobby know you’re out here Sugar?,” Ari asks with a warning tilt to his brow and a sternness to his tone. Both know it doesn’t mean anything though.

“No. But I think we both know he prefers me gone anyway.”

Gently, his firm hands are gripping her sides to lift her on the counter next to the register. His fingertips brushing along her cheek before adjusting her glasses.

“He still wants you to be careful,” he responds meeting her deep brown eyes in such a gaze that it’s difficult for her to breathe let alone hear what he says. “I do too.”

They talk and laugh not caring of the time that passed. He’d even have her favorite snack waiting - gummy bears.

Sometimes those innocent visits became a little more from his wandering hands. “You’re too cute you know that?”, he’d whisper slowly dragging his fingers along her thighs higher and higher until her lips were parting with a small gasp as he made contact with her panties growing stickier by the minute.

Her mind already beginning to feel hazy as his thick index finger traced along her slit

“Can’t believe I get to call you all mine.”

She never corrected him on that last one. Instead feeling her cheeks heat - along with other parts that would make her squirm.

One day she was bold enough to tell Ari of those tingles he so easily produced in her. So giddy and light from his sweet pecks along her jaw that the words slipped before she could stop them. His eyes seemed to darken at that confession letting his large hands creep to her hips. “Yea tingles feel funny but good huh? I know all about those.”

That’s how things became more intimate. One sneaking to the other for a quickie needing to feel each other as close as possible. Trying to be extra quiet while Robert slept in his room down the hall.

Sugar had never experienced a more difficult task with Ari pushing and pulling in and out at the most addicting pace while his mouth left open mouth kisses along her chest. Knowing just how much force to use that had her eyes rolling back. Not to mention the sinful words tumbling from his lips.

“Shit..so tight you make me wanna stay forever sugar.”

“Cmon let go for me, can feel you right there. Mm that’s it, good girl.”

The only thing was those damn condoms she made him wear.

“I-I just wanna be safe,” she shyly announced halting his nibbles along her neck.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he smiled, truly smitten by his sugar and her adorable nervousness. “No need to worry. I completely agree.”

As he watched her sleep after their late night rounds, he couldn’t help but let his callused fingers trace along her abdomen. His mind perfectly picturing it round with his baby inside. The perfect combination of their gorgeous mama and strikingly handsome papa

“One day,” he thinks eventually drifting off himself. For his sugar’s sake, he’ll play safe for now. Hopefully sooner rather than later though, that dream of his will become reality

His lineage able to prosper and flourish as the ancestors intended.