#THIS NEEDS MORE NOTES HELLOOOOOO

[jayparked]

jaw and panties on the floor rn

brat/brat tamer one of FAVORITE DYNAMICS I NEED MORE BRAT TAMER JAY PLLEEAAASSSEEEEEEE

whenever a brothers friend trope ends with them getting messing in the kitchen you just know it’s gonna be good. you ate down BAD MOOTIE 😩

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠

brother's best friend!jay x fem!reader

genre: smut, MDNI!

warnings: mean!jay, a looot of bickering lol, degradation, jay is a little manipulative, nipple play?, oral (f & m receiving, head pusher!jay), unprotected sex (hell no), cumming inside (+ lmk if i missed anything!!)

word count: 4.3k

a/n: biggest thank you to my favorite jay girly, my other half and the one who motivated me to start writing on here in the first place. thank you for proofreading a lot and for letting me yap 24/7, this one's for you mwah @sudi109

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2:47am, your phone read when you grabbed it with a sigh after tossing and turning in your bed for what felt like an eternity. the heat in your room felt oppressing – the flimsy sheets might as well have been a double blanket and your pajamas felt like a winter coat despite barely covering any skin.

with a sigh, you got up from bed and tiptoed to the kitchen. with each step down the stairs you felt the air getting just a little cooler and your tense muscles relaxing just a little more.

you flicked on the light above the sink, before grabbing a glass from the top shelf. it slipped right through your sweaty palms and landed directly in the sink before you could catch it. it didn't break, but the noise cut through the silence of the night so loudly and suddenly that you were sure it could have woken up at least half of the neighborhood.

"fuck," you whispered to yourself, wiping off your sweaty palms on your silky shorts and carefully grabbing the glass from the sink.

just as you thought no one had heard your little accident, a sudden, sleep-laced voice broke the silence again and startled you to a point you almost dropped the glass another time.

"are you kidding me?"

you didn't have to turn around to know it was jay's oh so humble self standing in the kitchen door.

"enlighten me, what's your problem this time?" you asked, although you knew the answer. you kept your back to him as you filled the glass with ice cubes and cold water, waiting for him to reply.

jay's jaw clenched at your words. you had woken him up, just as he'd fallen asleep after hours of tossing and turning on the sofa, trying to somehow ignore the heat that pressed down on him like a weight too heavy to carry. and now you had the audacity to ask stupid questions?

"it took me forever to fall asleep and you wake me up cause you can't even hold onto a glass?" he snapped. his voice sounded less sleepy now – still raspy but regaining the usual edge he had to it whenever he was talking to you.

he was your brother's best friend and you'd known him since forever. you were sure the two of you had gotten along back then, when jake brought him over for the first time – sometime in his first year of high school when you were still in middle school. but just a little later, he'd started to pick fights with you every chance he got, which eventually led to him mostly ignoring you, and if he did talk to you, his voice always had that annoyed undertone.

for a moment, you didn't say anything, bringing the glass to your lips and taking a sip, letting the cold run down your throat and hoping it would somehow also cool off the anger that started to bubble up in your chest.

as you stayed silent, jay's gaze remained on you, only now noticing the light blue silk pajamas you were wearing. they were unnervingly short – more skin than fabric, really – and it annoyed him even more how the shorts outlined your ass perfectly, your plush cheeks just slightly exposed from how little coverage the piece of clothing provided.

when you finally turned around, his eyes shot up to your face immediately. you took in the sight in front of you: jay's messy hair and the way his shirt clung to his torso a little more than it usually would – you were pleased to see that he was suffering from the summer heat as much as you were.

"well," you broke the staring contest between the two of you, involuntarily trying to look meaner than the other, "if you didn't sleep in my living room, maybe you wouldn't have to bother me."

jay's eyebrows shot up at your remark. "or if you were a decent person for once and weren't so inconsiderate–"

"i'm inconsiderate?" you interrupted him. "that's rich coming from someone who moved in here two weeks ago and thinks he can make the rules," you huffed.

jay's jaw clenched another time as he took a step toward you, but you didn't back down. you looked up at him, returning the same fiercey look he gave you.

"you think it's fun living with you of all people?" he asked through gritted teeth, his taller figure hovering over you.

"no, but it's not my fault your girlfriend kicked you out," you replied, keeping your voice steady although your heart started to pound in your chest at the way his eyes narrowed slightly. yet, a tiny pang of amusement at how your words seemed to affect him joined the nervousness of wondering how far you could push him before he snapped.

oh, now you were curious.

"honestly, i'm not surprised," you added, your voice not faltering even when he stepped so close your bodies practically touched. "if you were only half as much of an asshole–"

"shut. up." he snapped, accenting each word.

the corners of your lips shot up into a smug grin. "can't stand me talking back to you?"

"i can't stand you in total."

"i never would have guessed," you replied sarcastically, taking a step back to casually lean your back against the kitchen counter. you brought the glass of water up to your neck letting the cold condensed water on its outside cool your skin. "wonder why you hate me so much, though. i don't remember pissing in your cereal when we were kids."

jay's jaw tightened even more. he was so annoyed. there you were, standing in the stupid kitchen with your stupidly short pajamas showing way too much of your skin that looked so. stupidly. soft. and you were bashing him, although he should be the one to talk you down right now. god, he couldn't stand you and how fucking hot you looked when you were snappy.

"you just make it hard not to," he replied, his voice laced with more annoyance than you'd ever heard from him before.

you chuckled at his words, the sound making his blood boil even more. what was so funny about him being annoyed, borderline angry?

"listen, jay bae," you said sarcastically as you put the glass down on the counter behind you, "if you want to stay with me and jake, you'll stop acting like i'm some kind of tragedy. you either ignore me, or you at least pretend to get along with me. deal?"

for a few moments, he just looked at you, his eyes still full of frustration. then, he suddenly stepped forward, his hand reaching for the back of your neck and his lips crashing onto yours harshly.

you were too shocked by his sudden action and the rush of warmth flooding through you to react. he pulled back just as quickly as he'd leaned in, leaving your lips cold with the shadow of his, and looked at you as if searching your eyes for a reaction.

"what the fuck?" you asked, still taken aback.

you wanted to take a step back, but the kitchen counter was already pressing against your back. jay smirked at the shocked expression on your face.

"i said shut up," he repeated his words from earlier that night, as if that would suddenly validate that he'd kissed you. he placed his hands on the counter directly next to your body, trapping you between him and the cold marble surface.

"you don't get to–"

he leaned in again, his lips brushing along the curve of your neck. you felt his breath against your skin, and despite the heat he radiated, you shivered – your words caught in your throat.

you could have pushed him away – should have pushed him away, really – but instead, you stood there, too stunned to move, with your heart violently pounding in your chest.

his hands found their way from the kitchen counter to your hips, fingertips pressing into your clothed skin in a way that made you almost feel his frustration.

the warmth of his breath brushed against your neck, and you couldn’t help but close your eyes. you could feel your breath coming faster and your mind growing foggy as his lips traced a line to your collarbone, leaving a heat that shot right down to your core.

“w-what are you doing?” your voice was barely louder than a whisper, but it was enough to make him pause.

"pretending that we get along," his lips brushed against your neck as he replied.

your breath hitched as he slid one of his hands under the thin fabric of your silk top, his fingers digging into the skin on your waist as he held you.

you wanted to push him away, really. everything told you to do so. but instead your hand found its way to the back of his head, pushing him towards your neck again. you couldn't make sense of it, but the way his lips brushed harshly against your skin, and the way you fisted his hair slightly whenever his teeth grazed against your skin, felt like you could finally let out the frustration that had been building up over the past two weeks of living with him.

"you're so goddamn annoying," he mumbled, pulling away from your neck only to push your top up your torso, over your head, and mindlessly discarded it on the floor.

just as you were about to cover your bare skin, he attached his lips to it again, moving from your neck to your collarbones and down to your chest. his hands found their way to your shoulders, holding you in place as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and causing you to shiver, despite the hot summer air. you bit your lip to hold back a moan, yet you leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of his tongue against you.

"speechless suddenly?" he asked as he pulled off and brought his lips to the other side of your chest.

"fuck you," you mumbled back before quickly pressing your lips together. your fingers were still tangled in his hair, keeping him close to you, but you would not give him the satisfaction of a moan.

"a little more patience," he grinned, before swirling his tongue around your sensitive skin another time.

his words suddenly made you hyperaware of the situation. you shouldn't have let him kiss you in the first place, much less help him to take off your top by voluntarily lifting up your arms. as the realization hit, you quickly pulled him off of you.

"you're disgusting," you said, trying your best to not sound as breathless as you felt.

"oh please," he grabbed your wrist to hold you in place as you attempted to pick up your shirt, "the way you're acting, you're practically asking for it."

"asking?" you echoed in disbelief. he was insufferable. "you have too much of an ego, don't you think?"

jay narrowed his eyes. "no, i think it's the truth," he said, letting go of your wrist and leaning down to your neck another time.

you swallowed hard. "stop playing games, jay," you said in a warning tone, yet you didn't push him away as his teeth grazed your skin again.

"you started the 'game', and you're losing it, darling," he replied, the nickname dripping with sarcasm.

you hated to admit he was right. maybe it was just your sleep-deprived mind, or maybe it was cause the air was so unnervingly thin, but his touch sent shiver after shiver down your spine, covering you in goosebumps and sending waves of heat through your body all at once. even his annoying words started settling between your legs and no matter how much you pressed your things together, it just wouldn't stop.

"look at you," jay said in an amused tone as his eyes flicked down to your legs, your thighs subconsciously rubbing against each other, "bet you soaked your pretty panties for me and i didn't even touch you."

a wave of heat shot up to your face. you didn't know if it was from embarassment or anger, but you didn't bother trying to hide it. "oh please, jay, you couldn't even make me cum if your life depended on it," you said, the words slipping past your lips before you could stop them.

he looked up, his eyes flashing with something you didn't understand as they met yours. "bet," was all he said before sliding your flimsy shorts down your legs, making sure to cup and squeeze your ass just once after he'd taken them off.

before you could react, he knelt down in front of you, harshly grabbed your thighs to spread your legs, and pressed his tongue flat against your clothed core.

your knees buckled slightly at the sudden contact, and you swore you could feel jay's stupid grin. "like i said. soaked." he murmured as he pulled the wet piece of fabric to the side.

"shut up," you whispered, not quite trusting your voice when the way you felt his breath against your wet core already caused you to clench around nothing.

"someone's sensitive," he whispered back, the airflow hitting your skin yet again.

"i said shut up," you repeated, and without wasting another thought, you grabbed his hair and harshly pulled him to where you needed him the most.

jay immediately licked a stripe along your folds, humming in satisfaction. "mouth so dirty but your pussy's so sweet," he mumbled against your skin before focusing his tongue on your clit.

your eyes fluttered shut, only to open again shortly after, as you failed to suppress a quiet moan. the sound went straight to jay's cock, causing him to hum against you another time as he sped up his movements, eager to pull another moan out of you.

he succeeded when he pushed his tongue into your leaking hole and his nose brushed against your clit. you sounded so sweet, he could cum only listening to you – but he'd never admit that.

you pulled on his hair harsher, subconsciously bucking your hips forward for him to reach deeper, as your legs started to shake more. jay grabbed one of them and rested it on his shoulder, never stopping to lap up everything your cunt gave him.

just as you felt your orgasm approaching, your legs closing around jay's head with a force that almost made him dizzy, he pulled back.

your eyes shot open and you looked down to him with an almsot bewildered expression on your face. he looked so hot with your slick covering his lips, his chin and parts of his nose, but right now you really just wanted to punch that stupid grin off his lips.

"seriously?" you asked as he stood up and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. "i was so close to–"

"so i could make you cum," he cut you off with the same annoying grin.

you didn't reply. instead, you tried to bend down to grab your clothes from the kitchen floor, but jay held your wrist again.

as he didn't let go even after you'd shot him a glare, you rolled your eyes. "congratulations, jay. do you want a trophy for your efforts? i didn't think you were so committed to win the gold medal in orgasm delivery–"

"shut up, will you?" jay interrupted, the smirk quickly replaced by his usual annoyed demeanor. "you're playing so hard to get when–"

"maybe you're just hard to want," you cut him off again, but he only raised his eyebrows.

"right," he replied, sliding one finger through your folds and collecting your wetness, the sudden contact drawing a surprised whimper from you. you quickly bit your lip, mentally cursing yourself for letting the sound slip.

"doesn't seem like 'hard to want'."

you glared at him for a moment, before averting your gaze. without another word, jay grabbed your arms and turned both of you around so he was standing with his back against the counter and you were in front of him.

before you could open your mouth to speak, jay placed his hands on your shoulders and firmly pressed down, causing you to sink to your knees in front of him.

"so much talking when you could just put that damn mouth of yours to use," he murmured.

the words made you gulp, but for some reason, they also sent a new wave of excitement through you.

one of his hands moved to cup your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. "let's see if you can only talk big or if you're actually useful for something, hm?" he asked, the tone of his voice almost soft.

the question annoyed you as much as it challenged you. eager to prove him wrong, you hooked your fingers under the waistband of his shorts, pulling them and his boxers down in one go, and only hesitating slightly when his hard cock sprang free.

"backing down?" jay cooed, his thumb gently caressing your cheek.

you didn't reply, just wrapped one hand around his length, gliding your thumb over his leaking slit to use the precum as lubricant, before slowly pumping your hand up and down.

jay hissed at the contact, his hand tightening around your chin and the other gripping the counter behind him to steady himself.

his reaction made your lips curl up in a victorious smile, but you knew you could do better. you stopped your movements, waited for him to look down at you with a puzzled face, and licked a stripe from his base up to his very top. you closed your lips around it and swirled your tongue just for a second before releasing it again while looking up at him through your lashes.

jay groaned quietly, his hand leaving your chin and finding its way to the back of your head instead, where he gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail before pushing your head closer to him again. his other hand reached to tap on your lips, which you wordlessly parted just enough to close them around his tip again.

jay pushed your head closer, letting you take his length into your mouth – inch by inch until you gagged around him and he grinned smugly.

"can't take more?" he teased, but you were determined to wipe that damn grin off his face.

you breathed in through your nose and moved your head forward in one go until your nose hit his pelvis and you could feel his tip against the back of your throat, swallowing around it to suppress another gag.

the feeling drew a surprised moan from jay that caused you to look up at him with teary eyes. you swallowed again, humming in satisfaction as you received the same reaction.

"c-can't believe you're actually good at something," jay stammered. "do that again."

you obeyed, the feeling causing his eyes to flutter shut and his head to shoot back with another quiet moan.

he slowly pulled your head off his cock only to harshly push it back forward again after you'd swirled your tongue around his tip. he continued, his movements growing faster and rougher as his hips started to thrust forward every time he brought your head close – hitting the back of your throat each time, while you tried your best to not gag and he tried his best to not moan too loudly, not wanting jake to hear.

your hands reached to grab his thighs, attempting to somehow ground yourself when he slammed his hips forward another time. your jaw was tense, your eyes were burning from the tears that dared to roll down your cheeks, your head hurt from the force with which jay pulled your hair together, and yet all you could think about was finally making him cum and proving him wrong.

as his hips stuttered and his breaths started coming ragged, he held you in place, your nose pressed against his abdomen and the tip of his cock against the back of your throat. you eagerly hollowed your cheeks and swallowed again, pushing him over the edge.

"stay there," he ordered in between quiet moans. you felt his cock twitching as ropes of his cum ran down your throat. you quickly swallowed, yet couldn't stop a little from running down your chin as he finally pulled off.

you quickly wiped your chin with the back of your hand and stood up on shaky legs, shivering at how your arousal made your thighs stick together.

jay looked at you, his chest still rising and falling quickly. "hard to want, hm?"

"my god, fine. just fuck me already," you replied, your voice laced with frustration, which caused his lips to curl up into a little smile.

he turned you around and firmly pressed his hand on your back to guide your chest down onto the cool marble countertop.

"beg for it," he said in the most casual way possible.

you turned your head back and looked at him in disbelief. "seriously now?" you tried to stand up straight, not willing to feed his enormous ego more by begging, but his hand stayed firm on your back as his other slowly pumped his cock a few times before he guided his tip up and down your sensitive folds.

you clenched your fists, trying to move your hips back against his, but jay stepped back.

"i said beg for it," he repeated sternly.

when you hesitated, he lifted his hand from your back, attempting to step away fully. you squinted your eyes and mumbled out a quiet "please." you felt the embarrassment wash over you, but you just really wanted to finally feel him.

"what was that?" jay asked, stepping closer again.

you sighed. "please, jay," you repeated, still quiet but a little clearer than before. a hint of relief rushed through you as you felt jay's hand on your back and the tip of his cock against your needy hole again.

"please what?"

srew that. you were desperate but not desperate enough to ruin your pride entirely.

"you know what, fuck off, i–"

the words caught in your throat as jay suddenly pushed his entire length into your aching hole, knocking the air out of you. the stretch was so intense that you desperately searched for something to hold onto, but jay didn't give you any time to adjust as he pulled out almost entirely only to snap his hips forward harshly again, drawing a chocked moan from you when his tip hit your cervix.

"gonna finally put you in your fucking place," he said, hissing at the way your walls sucked him in so perfectly with each thrust.

"j-jay..." you whimpered once the pain gave way to pleasure, hating yourself for giving in to him, but also not caring enough to make him stop.

he groaned lowly at the way his name rolled off your tongue, mixing perfectly with the sounds of your wetness and his skin slapping against yours.

"takin' me so well," he mumbled in between his thrusts. you felt so warm and tight around him, the moans you tried to muffle clouding his mind until there was nothing left but you and the way you felt.

the sudden praise caused you to clench around him involuntarily. his hands moved to grab your hips, holding you in place as he continued to pound into you. he looked down to where your bodies connected, watching as his cock disappeared in your pretty cunt with each thrust.

"you're so stupid," he muttered, slipping back into the way he alway spoke to you, "for ever letting other idiots have their way with you when i was right there all the time," he blabbered out, slamming his hips into yours even harder.

you wanted to speak back, but each thrust knocked the air out of your lungs all over again as you placed your hands on top of his to somehow ground yourself.

"so tight for me," he mumbled at the way your walls clenched around him the closer you came to your high. "mhh, so wet"

"o-only for you," you managed to slur, way too far gone to realize what you'd just said, only focusing on the tight knot in your stomach that was dangerously close to snapping.

"jay, i-", you cut off as your orgasm washed over you in waves, each feeling heavier than the one before. jay brought one of his hands to your mouth to cover it, muffling your moans as his own high hit him at how strongly you clenched down on him.

you felt his cock twitching inside you before the warm ropes of his cum painted your walls white. he thrusted into you a few more times, sloppy and less energetic, riding out his high, before coming to a halt.

he took a few seconds to catch his breath. then, he quickly pulled out of you, the sudden feeling making you hiss. as you slowly lifted your chest from the counter, turning around on wobbly knees, jay had already pulled up his shorts again.

he bent down, picked up your pajamas and threw them in your direction. you caught them, wordlessly putting them back on as the reality of what had just happened started to crash down on you.

jay walked past you, opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, before giving you one last glance and heading toward the door.

"wait," you held him back. he turned around to look at you, raising his eyebrow in question.

"what," you hesitated, "what... are we doing now?" you asked, averting your eyes and looking at the floor in front of you instead.

jay shrugged. "pretending that it never happened," he said casually before walking out the door.

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[blackenedsnow]

helloooooo, your writing is amazingggggg and i was hoping it would be okay if i requested a shadowww x reader. Where Maybe sonic ask shadow to bring medicine to you (to try and introduce you to shadow as your sick with something or have a major injury, etc). Shadow prehaps is annoyed but agrees anyways, then however when he meets you sees maria in you. Then veryday to be sure you get better shows up in the morning to help take care of you, and slowly the two become friends then prehaps at the end share a kiss and become lovers? Idk it sounded cute in my head lol.

familiar

WARNING: Illness

PAIRING: Shadow the Hedgehog x Sick! Reader

NOTE: This is such a cute request and I'm pretty proud of this! Sending you all the love, and I hope this brightens your day a little! Take care of yourself <333

SUMMARY: Shadow reluctantly delivers medicine to you at Sonic’s insistence, but upon meeting you, he’s struck by a haunting familiarity.

It was late afternoon when Shadow approached the house tucked away at the edge of the city, a small bag of medicine clutched in his gloved hand. The only reason he was here, he reminded himself, was because Sonic had all but begged him to.

“Come on, Shadow,” Sonic had said earlier, exasperated but hopeful. “They’re too sick to go anywhere, and I’m tied up with something. Just drop it off and say hi. You might even like them!”

Shadow had scoffed at that. “Highly unlikely.”

Yet here he was, standing at your door. He knocked, sharp and deliberate, and waited.

A muffled voice from inside called, “Coming!”

The door creaked open, revealing you. Despite the exhaustion evident in your eyes and the pallor of your complexion, you greeted him with a weak but genuine smile.

“Oh, you must be… Shadow?” you asked hesitantly.

He nodded curtly, holding out the medicine. “Sonic sent me. He thought you might need this.”

You accepted the bag with a quiet “thank you,” looking up at him with an expression so open, so trusting, that it stopped him in his tracks. For a fleeting moment, he was no longer standing at your doorstep but aboard the ARK, looking into the kind eyes of someone he thought he’d lost forever.

Maria.

The resemblance wasn’t physical, but there was something about your demeanor—gentle, unassuming, and kind despite the pain you were clearly in—that tugged at a memory buried deep in his chest.

“You okay?” you asked, noticing his prolonged silence.

He blinked, snapping himself out of the moment. “Fine. Just… don’t forget to take the medicine.”

You chuckled lightly, the sound hoarse but pleasant. “I won’t. Thanks again, Shadow.”

He nodded again, turning on his heel and disappearing into the fading daylight.

To Shadow’s own surprise, he returned the next morning.

It had been a restless night. Thoughts of Maria swirled in his mind, but they mingled with the image of your weary yet kind face. He told himself he was simply being thorough, ensuring you were following the instructions for the medication.

When you opened the door again, wrapped in a blanket and looking just as surprised as you were grateful, Shadow felt the smallest pang of relief.

“You’re back,” you said, stepping aside to let him in.

“You didn’t seem capable of taking care of yourself yesterday,” he replied bluntly, though there was no malice in his tone.

You laughed softly. “Fair enough.”

It became a routine. Every morning, Shadow arrived with something—soup, tea, a fresh supply of tissues—and checked on you. At first, his visits were brief and businesslike. He would make sure you had what you needed and leave with little more than a nod. But as the days passed, the conversations grew longer.

You learned to expect his dry wit and sharp observations, and he found himself oddly drawn to your quiet resilience. Despite how miserable you felt, you always thanked him sincerely, your gratitude genuine and unassuming.

“You don’t have to keep doing this, you know,” you said one morning as he set a cup of tea on your bedside table.

“I know,” he replied simply, sitting in the chair he’d claimed as his own.

“Then why?”

He hesitated, his crimson eyes flicking to the floor. “You…” he paused, looking back at you with a sigh. “I don’t know.”

You didn’t press him, sensing the weight of his words, but your soft “Okay, thank you.” carried more meaning than either of you acknowledged.

By the time you were well enough to venture outside again, the bond between you and Shadow was undeniable.

“You don’t have to come by anymore,” you said one evening as he walked you back to your door after a short outing. “But… I’d miss you if you didn’t.”

He paused, his gaze meeting yours. There was something unspoken in his eyes, something vulnerable.

“I’d miss you too,” he admitted, the words slow but sincere.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. His eyes widened, and for the first time since you’d met him, Shadow looked genuinely flustered.

“Thank you, Shadow,” you whispered. “For everything.”

His lips quirked into the smallest of smiles, a rare and precious sight. “I... You’re welcome.”

And from that moment on, his visits were no longer about ensuring your recovery—they were about seeing you.

[yeahspider]

CHIHIRO

Ve’s note - HELLOOOOOO !! it’s been so long since i’ve posted anything but life has been :/ but im back !! hope you like this lil lee know work . not proofread ofc but will be eventually !! enjoy ilysm my bees <3

tw- mentions of abuse / alcohol / sex . nsfw . mc is self destructive . i think that’s it !

the finger tip like bruises on your hips wouldn’t disappear anytime soon . you don’t understand why you let them mark you up like this . lost in the moment you let your one nights so whatever sounds right at the moment . regret filling your stomach . the random stall in the club bathroom abandoned except for you . you really shouldn’t have drank so much . but the way life is handling you lately most people would do worse .

staring up at the fluorescent lights , watching as stars dance across your vision you feel your phone vibrate . a spark of pride fiddles through system , you usually lose track of it at this point of your night .

i’m coming to get you

oh right . you forgot that he had your location . lee minho , your favorite ex to say the least . although you doubt he would say the same .

five minutes out

the time of your screen read 4 am . how long have you been in this stall . time was escaping you at the moment . you needed to pull yourself together . the thought of facing minho sobering you up a bit . patting down your body making sure you leave with everything you came with . phone , lipgloss , id card . check . unlocking the stall you didn’t stop the check your appearance in the mirror , knowing you wouldn’t recognize the person staring back .

your eyes strain as they adjust to the dark lighting of the club . you push down the urge to get another drink as you walk outside . and of course he’s already parked on the curb . waiting for you . he’s eyes unreadable to most but you recognize the look in them . he’s scanning your figure for injury . eyes locking on the bruises on your hips . minho beckons your forward as he leans on the passenger side of his car .

standing eye to eye with him was never intimidating before . but now with the distance that was between you it was hard holding contact . you felt the pad of his thumb glazing over one of the bruises , tracing it almost . watching as you winced a little in pain . he didn’t even have to speak and you heard the message . you have to be more careful .

cmon let’s go home .

home ? was it even your home anymore ? minho’s apartment was yours for awhile . before your life fell apart . before your separated your life for his . you were sparing him . sparing him from you and the pain you drag along . harping over your body like a vulture .

the drive back home- to minhos apartment was silent . as most rides with him home . your head pressed up shading the window staring at the city lights . you noticed he took a detour from his usual route . but it didn’t concern you . you trusted him completely . whatever would happen was meant to be . for better or worse .

he drove over the bridge speeding up as he went . streets deserted . it was just you and him and the stars . minho rolled the window down . he knows you better than you know yourself . an adrenaline junkie looking for a high . you stuck your head out the window wind shopping your hair all kinds of ways . bathing in the light of the street lamps . the cool night air rendering your spirit . you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else . you feel minho putting a hand on your leg . grasping it just in case . he was always pulling you back up to the surface ,dragging you back from the edge . he was your anchor your saving grace . for better or worse . he would always be there holding on to your like the line of a kite .

[coffeeandbatboys]

Helloooooo!

Congratulating you muchly on your follower milestone, so kriffing proud of you!

For the prompts, could I please request

Echo (tbb)

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Thank you and congrats again, you are AMAZING!!

Thankuuuu!! Oml as soon as I checked which prompt this was I started getting ideas!

Prompt is: Writing little notes on post-its and leaving them in random places to read.

270 follower celebration og post

Warnings: none. Echo being a cute lil shit from across the galaxy. Reader works at Cid’s tavern

Flimsi love notes (Tbb!Echo x Reader)

The first one you found was in your apron. His Aurabesh might have been a little screwed since his left hand wasn’t his dominant, but you could read Echo’s handwriting anywhere.

“If you’re reading this I’m probably thinking of you cyare. Love you and be safe. I’ll be back soon.”

Ever since the Bad Batch had stumbled into Cid’s tavern, you’d had your eye on him. To this day he couldn’t understand why out of every member of the batch you chose him, but hey. He couldn’t complain.

There would always be one where he knew you’d see it every time he was away. Sometimes they would be tucked behind the mirror in your ‘fresher, other times in your bag, or under your pillow where he knew you’d slide your hand before you went to sleep.

Cid’s growl came from across the room.

“Hey laser brain! Bar needs to be cleaned off. There’s another note over here for ya. You kriffing lovebirds are going to be the death of me.”

You sighed and picked up the washrag, only stopping to take a peek at the aforementioned note.

“How’s my Mesh’la doing today, huh? Call me later tonight.”

Maker, this man might not be perfect, but he was certainly trying. You finished your shift at the bar and walked home, anticipating to hear his voice after a long day. You dropped your bag at the door and flopped down on the bed, pulling out your comm.

“Mesh’la?” He answered. You smiled at the warmth in his voice.

“I got your note, Echo. You are the sweetest.”

He laughed, voice low and raspy. “I try my best. How was your day?”

“Long and boring. I’m about ready to quit and demand that Hunter let me join you guys.”

“That wouldn’t be a bad idea, but some training would be needed.”

“Well lucky me I’ve got one of the best ARC troopers for a boyfriend.”

“I’m the only ARC trooper you know, Mesh’la.”

“And you’re the best in my book.”

“Can you do something for me really quick?”

Your eyebrows scrunched. “Sure?”

“Unlock your door.”

You didn’t move. “What?”

“Unlock the door!”

Something clicked in your head and you scrambled off of the bed to your front door. Throwing it open, you practically burst with happiness when you saw him.

“ECHO!” You screeched, throwing yourself into his arms. He laughed lightly. “We got done early. Figured you could use another surprise to keep you on your toes.”

“I’ve come to expect anything and everything from you, Echo.” You mumbled into his shoulder. “Just never know what’s next.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple and nuzzled his nose in your hair.

��Love you Mesh’la. So much.”

You tighten your arms around him. “Love you too, Echo. Even more.”

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Reaper 9

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Harry was in a mood.

Y/N could tell from his one word responses over text and his grumpy voice over the phone.

He was not happy to have Bunny back at culinary school. It would have been so much easier if she was in his sight, but he got a call in today from the shop that required his attention.

He had been putting off wrapping this woman’s car for too long, he hated himself for being a man of his word sometimes. But duty calls. The admin work had been piling up and as much as he wanted to stay tucked away in this happy space he needed to visit the shop.

“Come on, we can’t let him think he got to us. It’s class, he won’t pull anything in public. Plus, I really don’t want to miss the cream puffs lesson.” He remembered her pout. The way she blinked before telling him he needed to trust his own brothers.

She was right. If he expected her to trust them he should trust them as well. It was just different with her. Reluctantly he sent Bunny off to classes with Viper on watch and Kid playing pretend student outside the door of the classroom.

It still didn’t make him feel much better, leaving her in the hands of others while he drove to the shop.

Harry didn’t like that it had happened this way. Of course, he knew that things always had the potential to backfire- but he had hoped that this guy would see that Y/N was with him and perhaps fuck off. It was to coax him out, yeah, but they’d never anticipated that he would have the smarts to gain access to Harry’s building. Nor the audacity.

Apparently, the true psycho had a lot of it.

He had been watching the clock carefully as he waited for the time to get closer to their check in. He waited every hour on the hour for her little emoji to be texted to him, his nerves getting to him all day.

Truthfully, Harry had been thinking a lot about the note. He didn’t give a fuck if the guy was after him. That was something that he didn’t mind. He’s had people come after him more than once and they’d probably do it again. He cared about Bunny and her safety. He could protect himself. She couldn’t. Not fully.

H: you good?

H: ???

Harry sent the question mark after, a spark of nerves in his belly plugging up when he knew she was supposed to be out of class now and still hadn’t answered him. Paranoia didn’t suit him well and yet, here he was.

“Okay little rabbit, you go in there first. He’s probably sweating bullets.” Viper chuckled as he helped Bunny off his bike. Kid was scoping the area already, but these ends of the city were safe. Most people would never think to come out here, it’s why Harry set up shop. It was quiet and hidden. No one would think twice about a mechanic shop in a more residential part of the city.

Y/N was excited to see him after a long day, especially at his shop. It had been years since she had been able to watch him work, it used to be one of her favorite activities. Granted, it was usually in a hot sweaty garage and her brother was there, but this? This was a new sight.

He was so focused, working out the air pockets in the wrap to the sounds of Ozzy Osborne. He hummed along to the tune, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his wrist before going to check his phone again.

Where could she be?

“Looking for me?” Bunny decided to end his misery, wrapping her arms around him from behind and shoving her face into his sweaty back. She loved his smell, completely disregarding his protests about wanting to feel fresh for her.

Harry stiffened for a moment, but his body lit up in tiny sparks as he saw familiar rings on the hands wrapped around him. Her face rubbed against his shirt, making him wince. He knew he was sweaty, the towel on the side proving that, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Took too long t’answer me.” He grumbled, turning himself around and feeling her chin test on his chest as she looked at him. Her pretty, long eyelashes and the sparkle from the shimmery makeup she always put on the end of her nose, soft lips looking like the most inviting little berries. He couldn’t stay too angry with her when she looked up at him like she was over the moon just to see him.

“I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again. Promise.” She purred, stretching up to lock their lips together, her hand curling over the nape of his neck. He was shocked by her audacity but melted into it, quickly taking control of the kiss as he reached to hold her chin, tugging it slightly down so he could taste inside of her mouth. He was both oblivious and uncaring of the other men in the garage, lifting his free hand to give them the middle finger as he heard hoots and whistles.

“Can’t fix everything with those bunny eyes and hot little kisses.” He turned them from view, hand coming down for a little swat against her ass. She jumped with a squeak, the little burn making her smile. He handled her rough, sure, but with care. He’d never hurt her.

“I can try.”

Y/N felt relieved to be in his presence again, she didn’t even care about the hoots and whistles. If anything she felt proud to be the girl Reaper had on his arm.

“Okay love birds,” Viper called from behind them. “I’m going to head back, got a couple of things I need to do. If you need Kid to stick around and watch the outside, he can. He’s really been on this case so use him for anything you need.” The man had always been proud of his son, he had good morals despite the evils he witnessed as a kid. He was incredibly smart, picked up on everything. There was no one Viper trusted more than his own flesh and blood.

Bunny wiped her bottom lip off with her thumb, looking up between Harry and Viper as the two decided on the plans. She had fully zoned out, taking the time to admire the shop. It seemed exactly like something Harry would own. Simple, but full of necessary tools. Black on black, hints of red and white. It wasn’t all about aesthetics for him, but she could tell he liked the way the place was decorated. He seemed at home here.

“See you later, little rabbit. Behave!” Viper’s goodbye pulled her from her thoughts, looking back up at her… well. She wasn’t sure what to call him.

“How was your class?”

She had made it back to him in one piece. That itself was a relief, seeing her secure and happy. He’d never really brought her inside the garage before. She’s come before with Sterling and was outside, she’d gone in the lobby to use the bathroom, but she hadn’t been around in quite a while.

“Good. Easy. I’ve got cream puffs in a cooler in the truck.” She chirped, swiveling her head around to the car he was working on. It was half wrapped in a hot neon pink and while Y/N was 100% a pink girl… this shade was highlighter quality.

“Is this the big deal car?” She asked, raising a brow as she walked closer to it. A sports car, not something Harry cared too much about. His legs were too long for this model as it was.

“Yep. She’s paying double to have it done today. I’m halfway through.” He patted the top. It was probably good that Bunny was here, Kid outside. Otherwise, he was pretty convinced the woman would try and jump his bones. “The woman was real insistent I was the only one who worked on the car.” The panties left in the backseat looked to be for him but he had used a wrench to shove them under the seat. Not his problem.

Bunny raised her brows and nodded slowly, fully understanding the game of this woman. She had money and presumably thought Harry was in need of it, but also thought he was in need of her pussy. Frankly, Y/N wasn’t impressed, but she trusted Harry and knew that there was nothing this woman could really do to him.

Y/N never thought of herself as the jealous type, but the thought of this woman trying to hit on Harry enraged her. She knew the way these types of women were and while she was a girls girl, in this case? That was null and void.

“How long do you think it will take? I don’t want to be a distraction.” She knew the quicker he got it done the quicker they could be snuggled up comfortably in their new bedroom. “Is it okay if I look around? I’ll come back when I get bored.” Bunny knew she’d just sit there drooling over him if she stayed in the shop. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to control herself, she could barely keep her hands off him as is.

“Mmm,” Harry gave her a questioning look before deciding it was safe. He wanted to give her freedom where he could. Besides, the shop was probably the safest place for her to be. No one had been here before. “Go ahead, baby, just shout if you need me.” He knew he would hear her even over the music.

Y/N was snooping around. She was nosy, but she came by it honestly. She could see awards they’d won for their garage, photos of a stoic Harry and Sterling accepting them- and some of them smiling with their bikes a few years ago.

Her heart hurt seeing her brother smiling. Since their dad passed away, he hadn’t been the same. His long time girlfriend left him and his father was dead, he felt so much and expressed so little. It was partially why she had transferred back. She was homesick and she hadn’t wanted to leave her mother alone. Their mother and father had a very odd relationship, but she had been devastated. Bunny didn’t want to leave her all by herself when she was already missing home at the school a few hours north, so she made the decision to come back and finish her degree at the community college.

Sterling had been very happy to have her back but he didn’t stick around too long. Harry had been keeping watch for a long time since then but she knew that her brother cared. It did feel a little like abandonment but she also cursed her empathetic heart, knowing he must have felt like he failed now that she knew the true reason her father passed away.

Sterling was a great big brother. And whenever he came back- he was going to be pissed as shit that she was with Harry. It wasn’t fake anymore- at least not on her end. Bunny was pretty confident Harry couldn’t fake the level of intimacy and chemistry they had, but they’d figure that out later. She was just happy to have him now.

She left the office and grabbed a water bottle for him from the fridge in the break room, walking back out to see him working under a car. His hair was tied up and he had some grease near his eyebrow, his shirt wet with sweat… and god, she felt it straight between her thighs.

Y/N was an appreciator of a lot of different types of people, but the pure sex that oozed off of him right now was making her want to drool.

She walked closer to the car, hoping the sound of her shoes against the concrete floors would get his attention. The last thing she wanted was to spook him while he was under a car, no matter how securely it was raised off the ground.

“I brought you water,” Y/N cooed, taking a look at the car that was seemingly flawless. “The wrap looks great, what are you doing under there?” Bunny was curious. She knew enough things about cars to help her if she ever got stranded out on the highway but never did she need to use those skills. Harry or Sterling were always a call away.

Harry could tell by the look on her face she was starting to get impatient but he wanted to make sure he got all of this out of the way.

“Nearly done, pretty girl.” Harry reached for the cold water bottle. “Know you wanna get going, but she’s going to be here to pick up this car any minute and I want to make sure she doesn’t call me up again this week asking to fix something else…. These cars aren’t practical at all, don’t know why people buy them.” Harry certainly didn’t have the time or patients for a car like this. It was one very expensive hobby.

“Why aren’t they practical? Aren’t they just meant to be sports cars?” Bunny leaned against the standing toolbox as Harry sat up, the sliding board coming with him as he wiped away some of the sweat.

Yummy.

“Yeah, they’re supposed t’be cars you take out for an occasion. At least when they’re built like this. She uses it as a daily car and they’re not built for that. Some sports cars can deal with it but not this one.” It was one of his least favorite models as it was, and the woman was on his ass trying to get with him.

“Oh.” Bunny scrunched her nose. “I’m no expert in cars, but you’ve told her that I’m assuming?” She took a drink of her own water bottle trying to quench the thirst she felt for Harry in this moment. She suddenly got the thing that girls said, seeing a man doing his job… a manly job, it did things to her. Down and dirty, messy hands and shirt. Damn.

She couldn’t blame women for drooling after him if they saw him here. All inked and toned and his hair long and pretty. That didn’t mean she liked it. “I think she’s gonna be here in a minute. Can y’go to my desk and grab her invoice for me?” He was enjoying her staring at him quite a bit, but he knew if she didn’t walk away for a bit he would be doing some not so appropriate things.

“Yeah, sure.” Y/N nodded and cleared her throat a bit before making her way back to the office she had just come from. She tried to fix it up for him a bit, organize some things so he wouldn’t feel overwhelmed walking in there. She knew she would have.

Having put the invoice at the top of the pile, she made her way back to the garage as she read over the name.

“Regina Devington?” She read out loud, ready to laugh at the ridiculousness of the name until a high pitched voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Yes?” The woman turned to face her, already standing too close to Harry for Bunny’s liking. Clad in a fur coat, Y/N wondered if she realized she was in Vegas. Surely the heat outside would suggest it wasn’t fur coat weather, but it seemed she loved attention of any kind. Hence the bright pink sports car.

Bunny didn’t feel so bad about hating on her now, everything she had learned about her in the past hour had been more than enough justification.

“I’ve got your invoice.” She was quick on her feet, handing it over to her and gently nudging Harry’s arm to slide herself underneath it. Her body leaned against his, not minding the sweat in the slightest as she wrapped her arm around his back.

It was obvious it spooked the woman, a bit of a displeased tinge coming to her face as she watched Harry relax with Bunny looking up at him. It made her arch a brow, looking between them and then back up at the man’s face.

“Who is this? I’ve never seen this employee around.” A false smile covered her lips as she had a hard time hiding her distaste. She had been after Harry for a while, so seeing a girl snuggled up to him wasn’t ideal.

“S’my girlfriend, Bunny.” He said easily, running his hand over her side with his face softening just a bit at the mention of his girl.

“Girlfriend?” Regina was surprised. Last time she’d visited Harry he didn’t mention anything about seeing someone.

“It’s nice to meet you! I don’t come around the shop often, but I love the new wrap on your car— pink’s my favorite color too.” Bunny smiled at her, figuring the best way to crush her spirit was with kindness. She wasn’t lying, she did think pink was cool. She would personally never do that shade, but it was still cool.

Regina’s fake smile curdled, giving her a curt smile in response to the compliment. The idea of the two of them getting together since she last saw him made her blood boil.

“Thought Reaper didn’t do relationships?” Regina repeated his words back to him, tilting her head a bit at him.

“I didn’t. Not until her.” He pressed a kiss to her temple, not minding staking a claim in front of her. He would do it in front of anyone. Bunny didn’t seem to mind, shooting one of her smiles at the woman that was almost a bit smug. “The right woman can tame any man.”

His words were fond, not at all hiding the fact he was fond of her. Anyone else may think he was laying it on thick but it was a moment he allowed the veil of indifference to lift. Maybe it would get her to fuck off- but it did feel nice to have someone see Bunny outside of the MC life.

“Well… I wouldn’t call you tame.” Bunny giggled, knowing damn well what she was doing. She wasn’t afraid to flaunt a bit in front of the woman, knowing that she had been gagging for Harry. He was hers. The jealousy in her stomach was quelled with his squeeze to her hip, a little laugh escaping him.

He quite liked Bunny’s subtle jealousy. It was hot.

Regina’s mouth dropped open slightly, surprisingly keeping in the scoff that threatened to creep out. She couldn’t imagine how that worked, the girl wasn’t at all how she imagined his type to be.

“Is it ready though?” She interrupted their cutesy moment, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. Regina hadn’t felt rejection like this in a very long time, it would take a while for her ego to recover. “Here’s the cash.”

Y/N hadn’t seen that much cash before. The wad of bills in Harry’s palm made her eyes widen. Who carried that much on them? There were too many questions running through her head while Harry handed Regina the keys.

Bunny stood there watching Harry lower the car down from the lift, glancing over at Regina to see she was tapping her foot on the floor. Anxious? Angry? How interesting.

Harry could feel the tension bubbling between the woman who thought she had a chance and the only woman who ever did.

It was comical in a way, but he felt a tad bit guilty for enjoying Bunny stake a claim the way she did. In a sense, he felt like her jealousy and her need to prove Harry was hers was more hope towards this being a long term thing. He wasn’t necessarily a catch, in his eyes. He had been prepared to be alone the rest of his life because the shit he was wrapped up in was dangerous, he had anger issues and what he thought was an allergy to commitment besides to the club.

Seeing her be a bit catty, even if her version of it was just being a bit smug? It made him feel… desired. A warm flush under his skin made him giddy, lowering the car completely and letting the woman take a look.

He had to fight back a smile when Bunny returned to his side, pressing a kiss to his lips before he handed her the cash. “Can y’put this in the office while I give her a rundown on what I did? Just get the right change, don’t worry about the coins. Round up.”

Regina waited until Bunny was past the doors into the hallway before approaching Harry again.

“Never thought that was your type, wouldn’t you prefer someone who is more your speed?”

Harry couldn’t believe this woman was still on it, his brows lifting at the nerve. He would never hit a woman, never, but he could still use his words. He didn’t mind losing a customer who was going to belittle his Bunny.

“Listen, Regina. I’m not interested.” Harry’s tone was pointed. “While I appreciate you comin’ here to get your car fixed, coming in here every week isn’t going to get you laid.” Harry kept his eyes on hers so she got the point. “Now, if you’d like to hear what I’ve done on it…” He trailed off, watching the rage fill the woman’s eyes.

“I’ve got your change!” Bunny called as she pushed through the doors, not liking the distance between them.

Her brows raised before she all but shoved the envelope with her receipt and her change into her hands, placing herself as a barrier in between Harry and the woman. Harry had looked a bit pissed off and the woman too, but more so hurt. She didn’t know why but she knew his jaw was clenched.

“Have a nice night.” She said, tilting her head to the side as she turned around and effectively dismissed her. “Now… what are we doing for dinner?” Her hand reached up to his face, thumb rubbing some of the grease from the brow.

Harry couldn’t help but chuckle, ignoring the slam of the car door and the shitty little sports car peeling back out of the garage. Y/N was possessive and it felt nice to not be the only one who felt a bit aggressive when other people looked at her. “You’re cute.” He murmured, placing a hand on her waist to squeeze it. “Adorable, really. You’re the chef. Y’can let me know what we’re eating.”

“Well I wanted to suggest we get some take out or go somewhere if you wanna… for a change.” She felt a bit shy asking him, but she wanted to do something for him. Take him to a place in town that she loved, a place he probably wouldn’t go without invitation.

Bunny’s hands rested flat against his chest, gently toying with the distressed fabric of the top. It was one he wore often, his favorite shirt to work in. Something about the way the fabric let him breathe, the way it sat on his shoulders perfectly worn in. It had a few holes and was covered in grease and oil stains but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Besides, I know you’d rather be at your place rather than the clubhouse…” She knew he felt on edge there, even though he knew it was the safest place. The memories there haunted him, she could tell he wasn’t fully relaxed. “So maybe going out would be fun.”

His chest buzzed under the fabric, her heated hands soothing a bit of the ache he had felt being away from her today. He had been turning into a goddamn sap, a paranoid freak constantly checking his phone and not letting them crank the music in the garage until it was confirmed by Kid that they’d left the school. He wasn’t weak for many things at all, but Bunny seemed to hold more power in her small fingers than he did in his body when it came to his self control.

“Hm… that is true.” He also didn’t want the rest of them sniffing around the food. Usually, he wouldn’t have assumed but Bunny had been so excited about cooking for him before, adamant it wasn’t a problem so he had fallen into that routine the last few weeks.

A break for her? He was all for it. Though he doubted anything they could get was anything close to her caliber of food.

“Why don’t we take a bit of a drive out… go into Vegas and grab something overpriced.” He suggested. “A buffet or… a nice place.” It would still be too much money but he got flutters in his stomach at the idea of taking her on what could be considered a date.

He felt guilty that he hadn’t been able to take her on a proper one thus far but with the prevailing conditions, he knew it would be hard. If they had someone tail them into Vegas, though, they should be fine. It wasn’t more than 40 minutes out.

Bunny’s eyes lit up at the idea. It was even better than what she had originally planned. An evening out on the strip with her lover? What more could she ask for?

“Yeah? You want to?” She almost couldn’t believe it, an actual date. Not that she didn’t love their nights in, but being out and about with him was a feeling she couldn’t quite describe. It first showed it’s head when they’d gone to the Silver Spoon for breakfast, again when he kissed her in the parking lot, and again at the mall. It was special.

“Of course I want to.” Harry’s voice was quiet, a gentle smile appearing on his face as he tucked a few pieces of hair behind her ears. “Let me clean up here a little bit and we’ll go back and get ready yeah? You can pick the place. Anywhere you want.”

There had been so many places Bunny had wanted to go, she wasn’t sure how she would narrow it down. Of course, Vic & Anthony’s steakhouse was the first to come to mind. Harry did love a good steak.

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The wind felt so good on her face. Driving down the freeway, she clung to Harry’s back. His bike weaves through traffic, aware of the fact that they’d definitely lost their tail but they’d meet up again in the city. He wanted to treat her to the real experience and perks of taking a bike. Being able to move through traffic and the wind cooling her from the setting desert sun.

Harry was effortless in the way he drove. It was something else she found attractive about him. His hand signals as he turned and the thrum of the bike under her thighs, she pressed a kiss to the back of his cut. He wouldn’t feel it, but she felt good doing it. The worn leather was cool under her lips, but she felt grounded even with them flying through, Harry’s radio blasting while they made their moves.

Her helmet wasn’t one of the full coverage ones like Harry’s that helped dust stay from his eyes, her helmet opting to let wind blow over her face and sunglasses hiding her eyes.

His gloved hand rested over her smaller one that held herself to him and squeezed twice- his way of asking if she was good. Y/N felt the warm and fuzzies at the wordless communication, squeezing herself back against him to confirm she was okay. They were almost into the city and he was feeling nerves rising in his stomach as he realized they were most definitely on a date, but neither of them said the actual word.

The bright lights intensified as they approached the strip, the razzle dazzle of Vegas never failed to disappoint Bunny. She had good memories in the city, despite how touristy it was, there were places that even she as a local could feel like a tourist in her own town.

She’d never been here with Harry. There was something so intimate about being with him here. It’s like the two of them weren’t meant to be there at the same time, but yet here they were. No one was staring at them while they walked down the street holding hands, in fact, they only looked surprised to see a man with a cut in such a fancy establishment.

Harry could tell Bunny was excited to be out. She had a little wiggle in her step almost as if she was ready to hop. It was cute, he thought- smiling at her, endeared. His thumb rubbed over the back of her hand, as they approached the hostess. He let Bunny take the lead on this one.

“Hi! We have a table reserved under Styles, please.” She chirped, bouncing on the balls of her feet before settling back down.

To anyone else, the sight of them together was a bit comical. His surly, cold face and dark demeanor paired with the bubbly sweetness of the lighthearted girl next to him, it was a complete contrast and seemed to be out of a book. It was real, though, her pink top made out of a slight shimmery material and his mostly black smoothed over his body.

“Uh- yes! Yes, this way please.” Usually, the man’s heavy biker boots wouldn’t be deemed as acceptable attire but the hostess didn’t want to risk pissing him off. She doubted anyone would.

Harry gave her the soothing, soft touches while she followed behind the hostess, her hair bouncing as she had taken it out of the temporary ponytail she needed to ride. She was so excited and her visible happiness went straight to his gut. That unfamiliar taffy pink, softly pulled apart feeling becomes more and more recognizable as her.

“Here you are,“ The table was in a more private area of the restaurant, a covered room just for them. “Enjoy your dinner.” The hostess spoke with a smile, welcoming the two tails hesitantly as they came to stand guard.

Bunny was in awe as she looked around. She’d always wondered what it would be like to eat here, but never did she imagine she’d be here with Harry.

Though he had never taken a woman out for dinner, he wasn’t a complete idiot, his hand immediately going to pull out the chair for her while she looked around.

“Do you like it?” He asked, his voice sounded almost shy. Sure, he didn’t fit in here but he wanted nothing but the best for his Bunny. He wanted it to be perfect. After all, this was their first date.

As fond as he was of their first breakfast date at the Silver Spoon, the nerves he had now told him that this was far more important than any other dinner he’s ever had. His heartbeat picked up a bit, watching as Bunny took her place in her chair. He smelled wonderful, looked even better, he was starting to think he should have put on a suit for once. No— he was thinking too much.

He didn’t know how to do all of this shit. But he wanted to learn for her.

Every other part of his life was murky and dark and for the time he got to spend with her, it was bright. Softened. Sweet. He wanted her to feel the same way with him, even if he wasn’t sure how to express it properly.

His old normal used to be fucking people over the hood of cars, dark alley’s, bathrooms, he didn’t really care if he was getting his dick wet. He had enjoyed sex mainly for pleasure.

Now he wanted to impress Y/N. Do the flowers and hearts and shit. She was the only one he realistically thought he would ever want to do the mushy shit with. Now seeing it happen in real time, he felt a nerve budge up in his stomach.

“I do! It’s perfect, Harry.” She said softly, bringing his hand to her face to kiss the back of it before he made his way to his seat. “I haven’t gone out to a good dinner in forever. Since dad was alive, I think. And never a good date.”

This had Harry blushing. He tried his best to look away but he knew she had caught him smiling to himself with reddened cheeks.

Y/N was in the same boat, smiling so hard her cheeks started to hurt as she looked down at the menu to give him a brief moment to collect himself. It was sweet. She had no idea how he was feeling about this date until now.

“Order anything you’d like, can even order something for me to be honest— I think you know your way around these menus better than I do.” Harry was a bit overwhelmed by the selections and fancy names of things. “Like what the fuck does confit mean?”

Bunny snorted a little at his pronunciation, scrunching her nose before responding.

“It means it’s cooked slowly in liquid over a long period of time. I’m sure it’s good, but I’m thinking…” She trailed off scanning the menu, “We could get a bunch of stuff to share? So we can try everything that looks good.”

It was then that Harry let Bunny go off on a little tangent, explaining every dish and how it would be prepared so he could see if he liked the flavor and texture of things. None of it really mattered to him, but listening to her go on was too adorable and he didn’t have the heart to stop her.

Seeing her be passionate was incredible. She was just really, really lovely and Harry felt that fondness seeping into his bones. Resting his chin on his folded hands, he listened to every little word, smiling slightly as she told him about her experiences cooking some of this stuff and others that she wanted to learn to do better.

His little chef.

In this situation it was easy to forget that when they left they were going back to the clubhouse. That some sicko was after her. A sicko that didn’t even feel remotely threatened that a man like the Reaper was her boyfriend. Even if it had been fake in the beginning it obviously wasn’t now. The guy was crazy.

He didn’t let himself dwell on the anger that settled like a rock in his gut. Instead he was attentive to her talking, listening to each word that fell from her cherry mouth.

The food came and Harry was genuinely stumped. He usually ate quick easy meals, noodles, take out, baked potatoes and steak. Filling and easy. The grill was his best friend.

All of this looked Intimidating.

“You’re gonna have t’walk me through this shit, babe. Dunno what half of this is.”

“Okay I know it looks odd because it’s plated in a different way, but you’ve had all this before.” Bunny giggled, “So this is a  Porterhouse steak. It’s big so I figured that would be enough for us both, but just in case you wanted more I also got a Wagyu because it’s meant to be the best steak in the world— don’t eat it with sauce! It’s perfect on its own.” Y/N pointed to the two steaks on the table. “I know you like potatoes so I got two kinds, this is basically mashed and the other is whole potatoes roasted in lots of yummy butter and herbs.”

“Then I also got us vegetables. Asparagus, broccoli, carrots… oh! The Lobster Mac and cheese. I’m not sure how you feel about seafood but you gotta try.” Y/N was practically bouncing in her seat. “And the crab legs. That’s everything I think… if we are still hungry we can always get more.”

The bill would be incredibly large but Harry wasn’t shy about spending money on Bunny. He always reminded her of the fact. She was under the mentality of wanting to go big since he had likely never been to a dinner like this and she wanted him to have nothing but the best.

“Dig in baby.”

The food was really fucking good.

But what was better, was seeing Y/N do a little dance each time she took a bite of something she liked. Her little hum, sometimes a moan. Sweet little thing she was, she would gush about it and tell Harry to try a bite immediately.

Being the man he was, he did exactly as she asked and nodded in agreement. The food was decadent and cooked very well. He was a fan of nearly all of it but the crab legs. He was pretty sure it was mostly mental, though.

“Sorry. M’not eating the thing out of the shell. It feels weird. Cannibalistic.”

“That is insane, H.” Bunny gave him a scrunched nose, shaking her head. “Don’t say that while I’m in the middle of eating one.”

“Can’t help it. I like the lobster Mac n’Cheese though.” At least that was already out of the shell.

“Okay, if I crack it open for you and put it on your plate will you try it?” She asked sweetly, tilting her head at him. Bunny batted her eyelashes, hoping that the look she was giving him would be enough to convince him. “If you like the lobster you’ll like the crab too. It’s sweet.”

It was surprising to her that he wasn’t a fan of cracking the legs open and eating them, for some reason that sounded like something reaper would be a fan of. It seemed the reaper had a soft spot for helpless crustaceans.

“Here, just close your eyes. I’ll feed you the perfect bite.” She waited for him to close his eyes before dipping the meat into some melted butter, getting a roasted potato to follow. With ease, she guided it into his mouth, using her thumb to wipe off the dripping sauce and pushed it against his lips.

It was good, yes. But he couldn’t help but feel an aversion considering it had been a brain work now. He did, however, like how she fed him. Her thumb brushed against his lip.

“Don’t like the crab, but I like when ya touch me.” He rasped, smirking at her as he opened his eyes, he grabbed a drink of his water before he scooted a bit closer to her, eyes locked on her face.

“Gorgeous fucking girl. It’s ridiculous.” He said under his breath. The dim light of the restaurant was annoying because he couldn’t see her all the way properly, but he found that any light would make him dip his toe a bit deeper into uncharted waters for her.

Bunny’s cheeks warmed, thankful he couldn’t fully see it. “I think you’re lying.” She teased, brushing her hand over his wrist. “But you’re a big baby. You don’t have t’eat it if you don’t want to.”

This man smashed skulls but he didn’t like opening up a crab leg. An enigma, that’s what he was.

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After stuffing themselves full of the most indulgent meal, it was time to make their way back to the clubhouse. While Y/N worked to convince Harry to get some dessert, it didn’t take that much. He had wanted to delay going back there for as long as possible.

Here in the city things felt different, their minds completely free. The two of them focused on nothing but one another just the way Harry liked it. The sweet flavors settled in his stomach as he revved his engine, signaling to their trailers that they were ready to head back.

It was peaceful on the open road back into their town. The stars were bright in the sky, the moon shining down on them as they began to see the glow of him in the distance. Harry didn’t want this evening's softness to end, her grip around his waist reminding him of the even softer girl clung against him.

He wanted to give her the most romantic evening he could, but there wasn’t much else he could do here in the club house.

Sometimes he felt bad about it. He felt guilt. A lot of feelings he wallowed in, wanting to be better, to provide more and make her happier. He was sort of fucked in some ways, though.

Would he have even gone after her if the stalker hadn’t come for her? He wasn’t sure. He did know that the whole idea, the whole concept of going after his best friend’s younger sister was fucked. But it hadn’t always made him feel hesitant. The one thing that did was the fact he lived so dangerously.

Now that she had no choice but to live in it, he felt like that barrier had been shattered. The walls remain laid out like shards of glass that he occasionally stepped on and winced at, the knowledge that she was now in a spot she never really should have been being a blessing and a curse.

As much of a complete dick as Harry knew himself to be, he never wanted her in this life. He wasn’t going to be selfish before this. Now, though? He knew he could keep her safe. He would die for her. She meant the entire world to him.

It hadn’t been a long time in the grand scheme of things, and he knew that perhaps time was limited, but he wanted to keep going. He wanted to keep her as long as she would let him in this darker side of life, his one ray of sunshine keeping him warm. He could only hope he did the same for her.

“D’ya want to watch a movie on my laptop?” He asked quietly as he stripped off his shirt, scratching right above the waistline of his pants. The inked skin caught her attention as usual. “I know riding can make y’tired.”

“Mmm sure,” Bunny’s eyes trailed up his body. It seemed she was still hungry for something else, eyes flickering to catch his stare once again. It didn’t match her intensity the way she expected it, but she decided to carry on nonetheless.

Making sure the door was locked, Bunny made her way over to him, turning around and pushing her hair to the side for him to take the dress off of her.

“Could you help me with this, baby?” She asked sweetly, letting her bum stick out just a little bit. Harry noticed. How could he not? What was more out of character for him was the fact that he wasn’t so focused on it, but rather, how beautiful she was.

Harry didn’t spend much time fully in the moment, but right now he was following his gut. His nimble fingers moved to button and unzip the dress, revealing slivers of lace Harry had not seen before. The evening was definitely special to her, he gathered that much.

There was no need to rush, no need to grab and be harsh. It was his sweet Bunny, the one that deserved to be loved on. He was always the one saying that, he figured he should give it a try.

“Look how pretty you are.” He sighed, knuckle rubbing over the side of her stomach. “Pretty girl. You looked perfect tonight.” His whole face was fond, locked away in this room allowing a slight tinge of the vulnerability to show on his face. He was so fond of her it was ridiculous.

Harry didn’t know how to form solid bonds much with women. His mother had been too worried about other things and her next fix and his aunt had taken him solely based off of duty, too worried about her own children to care too much about anything other than Harry’s very bare minimal needs being met. He knew it hindered his view on most.

He was fond of her mother and her since they met because they’d been the first real warm feminine figures in his life. Helping him get over that bitterness. But Y/N, his soft little Bunny, that bond had shifted to something romantic.

It scared him as much as it excited him. He’s never had a want to be tender with someone in his whole life. Now that their situation has shifted into what definitely was more than make believe, he was trying to figure out how to treat her. To follow instincts of things he suddenly wanted to do.

While yes, he always wanted to fuck her, tonight felt a bit more intimate than just another rough romp in bed. Their sex had always been full of passion but he felt like maybe they needed a night to just be.

“C’mere.’” He pulled her towards him and knocked his fingers against her chin to tilt it up, meeting her eyes. “There she is. Sweet little Bunny. Y’had fun, yeah?” He asked again. “I just… never did anything like that before. Want to make sure you liked it.”

“Of course I did.” Bunny could feel the tightness of her wide smile, thinking back to the meal they shared and how much she enjoyed his presence. The look on his face every time he took a bite, watching him decide how he felt about the flavor for a split second before the bliss hit.

“I wouldn’t have wanted to do it with anyone else.” Bunny really meant that. It was always a fantasy for her to have gone out to a fancy expensive dinner with a future partner, but never had she expected it to be fulfilled by Harry.

It was like a dream come true, though it was better than she could have imagined. Bunny couldn’t quite explain herself in words, her hands itching to be on him and feel more of him.

She just wanted to feel physically close, already missing the feeling of having him inside of her. Sex had always been the easiest way for her to communicate her feelings, it helped that it was their common language.

“Good.” He murmured. “I’ve never done that type of shit before. Gone to a fancy place or made a reservation.” His admission wasn’t exactly a shock, but his slight shyness was.

Harry was a rock. Unshakable and steady, even if sometimes his anger made him a bit of a firecracker. For her, he had always been the one person she never thought of getting nervous or unsure. He carried himself in such a strong, postured way, that seeing this little hint of something else was even more interesting.

“You did a fantastic job.” Her voice was soft, stroking her hands over his warm shoulders. “I don’t need to go to fancy dinners all the time, but I like that you thought of it. That you asked me.” It was something she had always secretly dreamt of but never thought would come into fruition.

It wasn’t like he turned into a Prince Charming overnight. He had told 3 people to fuck off while they were in Vegas, he didn’t have the most amazing table manners, but in this night he really felt like he was hers.

“I just…” he licked his bottom lip, a bit of worry flashing over his eyes. “I want t’make sure you’re happy. I know things are fucked right now. I do. But you deserve the best shit. I’m not always sure how to give it to you but I’m trying.”

“I promise you…. I’m the happiest I’ve been in a while.” Bunny was telling the truth. There wasn’t much going on in her life since she started culinary school. Sure, the usual things like going out with her friends and movie nights with her mom, but nothing quite like the deep love she had found with Harry.

She couldn’t even blame it on the situation at hand, she was positive if she had spent any more time with him that eventually, she’d win him over. Of course, this wasn’t the most ideal situation, but somehow, it was proving to be a defining moment in her life. Maybe it was trauma bonding, but honestly, Harry had always been her rock. It was a shame that this is what it took to get them here.

Her hand moved up against his skin, finding its way against his neck. The dress she was wearing had slipped right off of her body in the process, now standing on her toes.

“Just like having you here, with me…” Her voice was quiet, sultry as she leaned in to seal their lips in a kiss. It was tender, different from their usual passion fueled kisses. It had Bunny’s stomach fluttering. The intimacy of it all was getting her excited. She couldn’t get close enough to him.

Harry was pleased. More than so.

His hand curled around her waist, bringing her soft body close to her own. He relished in the feel of her plushy lips against his, tasting the remnants of the dessert wine. She was so sweet, a soft little dreamy sigh leaving her mouth against his own.

His fingers brushed over her cheek as he pulled back, a private smile given to her before pressing a wet peck to her nose. “C’mon. Come lay with me.”

There were rowdy noises coming from downstairs, but he was stuck in the sounds of her. A little giggle as she moved down on the bed and surprised him, getting on top of him and physically placing his hands on her ass.

He wouldn’t complain. He would make out with her until the sun came up, squeezing her ass before moving up to her back. Stroking the smooth skin with his fingertips, a soothing rhythm that had her breaking out in chills.

Something about his touch felt different and it left Bunny unable to fully relax as she tried to decipher why he wasn’t giving into any of her leads. Normally, he would have given in by now, between the dress, the kiss, and the hands on her ass.

The kiss felt nice, his touch even more so, but it wasn’t something she was used to. His fingertips brushed against her as if she was porcelain, gripping her hips just enough to steady them before placing his hands against the span of her thighs.

Bunny’s kisses left Harry feeling breathless, pulling away momentarily just to get a look at her in this state. His eyes fluttered open and scanned over her face, admiring all the features he’d committed to memory by this point. It wasn’t until his eyes landed back on her that his brows furrowed. She looked confused.

“Everything okay?” He asked cautiously, worried he’d managed to mess something up in the past few moments.

“Do you….” She tilted her head, looking a little nervous. “Do you not want me tonight?”

She winced as soon as she said it. Of course that wasn’t exactly what she meant but usually he was ripping her clothes off. Pinning her down. She was used to feeling desired by him with his roughness and insatiability. He was being so gentle and tender tonight, almost like he was trying to ignore the way she tried to kiss him harder.

“I always want you.” He said, sitting up on his elbow. His brows worried together, squeezing her hip with his other hand that kept contact on her skin. “But I just wanted t’be soft with you tonight.  Always a bit rough with you and I love it… love making you a wreck but I kinda jus’ want to make you feel appreciated.” He tried to explain. “I haven’t really done anything like this before with anyone. I wanted to see how it could be. Got the craving to just be nice to you.” His honesty made her blink.

Why did it kind of feel like a rejection?

“So you don’t want to have sex?” Her head tilted like a sad puppy, the confusion on her face making him upset.

“I always do. But we do it every night and I dunno… I just kind of wanted to cuddle n’ kiss.” He felt his cheeks flush a bit. “Is that okay?”

“Oh, yeah of course… sorry.” Bunny felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her as she crawled to move beside him. Suddenly she felt really naked, the vulnerability was something she wasn’t very used to. It was easy for her to hide behind sex, it wasn’t often she was able to just be the sweetheart she was when no one was around.

This was all new for her too. She felt like she should have told him that her previous boyfriends never really wanted to just lay and cuddle with her. The last thing she wanted was to get him angry and worked up when he was so soft and pliable for once. She was sure to an extent, he knew.

Bunny pulled the blanket up over her chest a bit, resting on her side  so she could face him while he stayed on his back. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, hoping he wasn’t upset with her. She already felt a strange tug in her heart, staying quiet while her hand moved to hold his under the covers.

“Hey…” He whispered, turning to her. “Hey, look at me. Give me your eyes.” He gently commanded, looking down at her face. Where that had made her upset, he couldn’t fully pinpoint. But it has. “That didnt mean get off of me. Didn’t mean I wanted to stop kissing on you.” He kept his tone soft, turning fully to face her again as he tried to get a feel on it.

“Can you tell me why you’re upset? Or embarrassed?” He tucked a bit of hair away from her face, looking quietly as he examined her. Bunny felt a bit unnerved, like he could read her thoughts from this point of view.

“It’s new for me. Doing this sort of stuff- well, even wanting to. S’not that I don’t want to have sex with you. I love our sex. It’s so hot, and I’ve never had such a good time with someone. It’s just…” He paused, tracing over the curve of her cheek. “I feel like all the world has been beating on you lately. You get treated with sharp words and you’re jumpy, someone’s following you around, you’re surrounded by dark shit and then I go and fuck you unti you’re brainless. I know it’s good and like I said- I love it. But I think for all the softness you give me, you give everyone, you should get some of that shit in return. You get me?”

Bunny’s eyes kept blinking, trying not to let the floodgates of emotion break as his words began to chip away at the walls she’d spent a long time trying to build. She should have expected he’d see through it, he always had. The softness he was showing her brought tears to her eyes.

“It’s new for me too, ya know?” She kept her voice quiet, closing her eyes for a moment to try and collect herself. “It’s just… you make me forget everything that’s going on, that I can just focus on you and not have to think at all.” Y/N took a deep breath, trying to keep calm. “Never had that before, I feel safe like this with you…”

It was even hard for her to pinpoint why she felt so embarrassed. It’s not like she thought he didn’t want to fuck her, but something about how she’d built it up in her head expecting to completely detach for the rest of the evening had been something she looked forward to. Was it healthy? Probably not.

“I’m pretty good at showing my feelings with cooking and all that but sex has always been the main one… It’s not that I don’t want to be soft with you, I guess I just didn’t expect that you’d want that now, I was thinking of something else… think it’s why I’m embarrassed.”

“Well… is it okay? That I want that sort of thing with you?”

That insecurity built in his brain went alert. He didn’t think he was misunderstanding her, but sometimes he knew he could be blind. He was very eager with her now that he had felt a shift but he could dial it back if he really tried.

“No! No, no.” She shook her head, placing her hand over his and leaning into his palm. “I do like it. I want it. But I guess in my last few relationships I kind of felt like I didn’t really… deserve it?” She didn’t know if that was exactly it but that’s the best she could vocalize. “I stopped hoping for it, I guess. Sex was what people use to communicate that sort of stuff so I’m used to that. It feels like I’m doing something wrong. Not really giving you back the attention you deserve.”

Harry frowned. This wasn’t what he wanted to hear. His jaw clenched slightly as he tried to let go of his anger for the past people who have treated her so poorly, people who were on his damn list.

“I understand to a degree. Feel like that. I used to use sex as a release. Just… do it and it’s over. Don’t get me wrong, Bunny- look at me.” He grabbed her eyes with his own. “I love our sex. I love the messy, the dirty, your whines and the roughness. But that isn’t the only way to be. It shouldn’t be.” He shook his head, exhaling sharply. “I would beat anyone’s ass- I am going to beat their asses- for using you like that. I may call you my fucktoy, but trust me when I saw I think of you as a hell of a lot more.”

Though his words were comforting to hear, the ugly feeling of embarrassment was still present in her body. Her eyes stayed locked on his, allowing herself to believe him even though that within itself was scary. She had admitted to herself she was in love with him not too long ago, the idea he might feel the same way had her mind reeling.

Bunny moved even closer to him, aching to feel more of his comfort. She was feeling shy, but still mustered up the courage to kiss him in the sweetest and most appreciative way she knew how. She wanted to say the words but it was too soon, she’d save them for another time, but for now the kiss was just right.

Her hand moved to cup his cheek as she pulled away, staying close to his face just to show him she wasn’t going to hide anymore.

“I really mean it when I say that I like being with you, Harry. In any way and every way.”

[klm-zoflorr]

Ummm hello god hey helloooooo

Back on my bullshit as in i started thinking about Stranger Danger Jon. Yeah, the Web guy. More particularly design notes.

So you know how Annabelle (the podcast's main Web Person basically. The one this Jon replaces in the story) wears victorian clothing? Like, looks kind of anachronistic. Stands out.

Well I thought why couldn't Jon get kind of the same treatment. So now he dresses like a cowboy.

Very baggy dark blue jeans, dirty and damaged in places. I think the pockets are darker? Maybe made out of leather?

A thick engraved leather belt with a round, golden buckle.

Cowboy boots! (Brown)

A taupe waistcoat, western bartender style. Pretty tight fitting. Black buttons. Pocket square. Maybe there's lighter brown decorative lines on some of them.

Underneath that, just a white shirt. Sometimes he only wears the shirt. Most of the time he wears the sleeves long, but when he doesn't he has clips to keep them folded (fancy)

He keeps the shirt open, with the collar unfolded and straight up. Yeah, like a rockstar. You can see a bit of his chest hair, which is short but dark. It's hot.

Depending, he either wears a short tie over the waistcoat (purple perhaps? A light purple? Or red?) a bowtie (black and red) or those cowboys red hankerchiefs

I think he has some cedarwood perfume. Something strong and woody. Maybe he smells like tobacco too, but not sure. It's not really a thing of spider people themselves to smoke, is it? I still need to think on that

He wears no jewelry at all. Okay, maybe a golden chain (ankle chain? That'd be interesting) but thats it

And of course... The cowboy hat.

Web! Jon is pernicious and intelligent, but isn't afraid to come off as a little more self-assured at times.

Anyways, yup. These were just a random assortment of thoughts i had while designing him. Thought id share because the mental image i'm giving myself of him is hot as fuck and I am in love.

Goodbye for now

[maplegracefour]

Angstober - Again [1]

Summary: You learn more about Schlatt's past

Warnings: Angst (obviously)

Word Count: ~600

Author's Note: Helloooooo!!! I'm using Angstober as a springboard for my fantasy AU series. Not sure what it's called yet or what is coming from it but I've been dying for a fantasy AU so here we go!!!! Enjoy my lovelies <3

The soft glow of the fire flickers across your faces as you all sit around the camp, drinking some wine Charlie managed to steal earlier that day. “You never told us why you were in Elmwood in the first place.” Ted says, looking at Schlatt across the fire.

You tug your shawl tighter over your shoulders, trying your best to keep out the night-time chill. You glance up at the tiefling, eyeing him carefully.

“That’s because it’s none of your business.” Schlatt grumbles.

Ted sighs, eyes rolling as he stands up, footsteps retreating to his tent. You can hear him mutter something about “giving up with that stupid paladin.” But, for the sake of a peaceful sleep and waking up with all your party members alive, you choose not to mention it and cause an argument. The two had been at each other’s throats since you had met.

A few moments pass, and you’re considering heading to bed also but Schlatt’s words stop you in your tracks. “I was meeting someone.” He says. “In Elmwood, that’s why I was there. An old friend of mine.”

Your eyebrows furrow as you turn your head to look at him, surprised he was willing to give up any sort of information about himself. This is a rare occurrence, indeed.

Your expression softens when his gaze meets yours, something has been troubling him. You can see it.

“Where I… where I grew up. Becoming a Paladin is the greatest honour, swear the Oath of the Crown and become a Knight. But, you never really realise how much suffering you cause when defending a crown that is unjust.” He continues. You wait for him to speak more but he doesn’t, eyes returning back to the firepit in front of you.

You watch him for a moment, head tilted in intrigue.

“So, who was the friend?” You ask, trying to fill the heavy silence between the two of you. In this light, you can see the indents and cracks in his horns. No doubt from endless battles and conflicts he would have been contracted to participate in, even if he didn’t agree to.

He sighs, rubbing his hands over his face. “He was a knight, with me. We trained together. Brothers in arms, you could say.” Schlatt looks down at the fire again. “We were brought up to serve four very specific things. Law, loyalty, courage and responsibility. But what’s courageous about cutting off vulnerable people at the bridge into the city because the minister says so?”

A frown grows on your lips, but he continues to talk. “But, that’s what happened. My friend, he-... he started smuggling people into the city. Broke his oath to help those in need. Which is fuckin’ ridiculous if you ask me.”

“I agree.” You murmur, still very much enthralled in his story.

“Anyway, he was banished from our Knighthood.” He sighs once more, glancing up at you again for just a split-second. “And I heard whispers he was here, so. Here I am.”

“But…  your knighthood?” You ask. “Your oath?”

“I still have it.” He responds. “Not sure how long for, though. They’ll find me eventually.”

You think for a moment, the information sinking in slowly.

“I just, I let so many things pass by, let so many awful things. Again and again and again. I can’t live like that. It’s not right.” He runs his fingers through his hair.

You nod, giving him a sympathetic smile. “Sounds like you’re doing the right thing, looking for your friend.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “If he’s even alive after Nivison’s fuckin’ stunt out there in the village.”

[girl-in-a-bubbl3]

Glamrock Bonnie(FNAF) x Reader Part 5

Not enough sassy Bonnie fanfic so here we go...I'll try to upload at least once a week.

Notes:

AU Fanfic/NonCanon

Bonnie is terrible but he likes you

5 greenrooms on RSR (we include Monty)

Sun/Moon are the same animatronic

Moon has a lil touch of the virus

Will probably be some spicy parts so...18+

Also just using the gif to have a gif... we know Bonnie is actually blue in this house B)

You entered the lobby of the daycare and felt that same captivating feeling that you’ve been hit with all night.

It. Was. Amazing.

Your childhood self was screaming with excitement. Everything was so colorful and bright. Through the glass you saw the towering play structures, the ballpit that ran like a river through the main floor, and various attraction points like little castles and craft areas. Everything just looked so fun.

Without hesitation you jumped into the slide that was the more exciting entry point to the daycare. Each connecting tube was a flying whirl of colors as you finally reached the end and sank right into the rainbow sea of plastic balls in the pit.

You laughed out loud and as you popped up you heard someone shout somewhere in the daycare, “Why helloooooo new friend!!”

You turned your head and saw a very tall, lanky, sun themed animatronic bounding towards you. His wide smile was infectious as you popped a hand out of the pit to wave hello. The animatronic before you took that as an opportunity to grab you and yank you forward against him, hugging you close as he spun you around the room.

“It’s so so sooooo nice to meet you, new friend! Please, tell me your name!”

He set you down gently and held on to your hands as you regained a bit of your balance. All of the spinning may have been easy for him, but your brain was a little rattled.

You giggled as you finally regained your center. You knew he knew your name because of all of the animatronics access to the employee files. You weren’t sure why he was having you tell him, but you decided you would play into the game.

“I’m y/n! I’m the new nighttime mechanic.”

“Oh it’s so so sooooo nice to meet you! I am Sundrop, or Sun. Or… Sunny. But you can call me whatever you’d like!” He was bouncing from one foot to another while shaking your hand that he was still holding. “I’d love to show you around the daycare!”

You smiled up at him and absentmindedly started swaying as well. “That would be fantastic! But first, can I do a quick scan to make sure everything’s working as it should?”

Sun’s growing smile seemed to shrink a little at the mention of a scan. “I-I think everything’s just fine! No scan needed here!” He chuckled nervously.

“Do you mind if I just take a quick look? They want me to get a scan of everyone just in case.”

Sun started to fidget nervously with his hands. “Maybe tomorrow…? Yes! Yes definitely tomorrow we can do it!” He nodded fervently.

You really didn’t see what the harm was in waiting. Your shift would be over in an hour and a half and you technically didn’t have to scan everyone tonight as long as they felt like nothing was up.

“You know what, that’s alright Sun. We can postpone it until tomorrow.”

Sun immediately swept you up into another warm hug while squealing “thank yous” and “okay now let’s go!”. With your hand in his, he took you all around the daycare. He showed you his favorite part of the play structures, the craft corner where the kids make art (while also showing you all of his favorite materials like glitter glue and googley eyes), as well as random spots that held the best memories (which seemed to be almost every inch of the play area).

You listened enthusiastically and 'oohed' and 'aahed' at every opportunity. After the tour was finally over, you both sat across from each other at the craft table, making a few pieces of art before the end of your shift. You had about 30 minutes left. You were pretty disappointed when you saw the time because you were really enjoying Sun's company.

He was kind and caring when he spoke of the children he watched over, his smile radiated positive energy, and his genuine laugh at your dumb dad jokes made your heart flutter. You couldn't stop thinking about his nighttime counterpart, though. You saw posters around the daycare and you knew there was a different animatronic for naptime but you had yet to see him anywhere.

"Sun, can I ask you something?"

He looked up from his paper with big, red crayon in hand and nodded enthusiastically. "Of course, Sunflower! Ask away!"

Sunflower. I love that.

Coming back from your temporary distraction that was the nickname he just gave you, you continued to ask your question.

"Where is the nighttime animatronic? Moondrop?"

Sun started to fidget with the crayon that he was holding and he was looking everywhere but at you. "O-oh he... he only comes out when the lights are off. But we have to keep the lights on! On... on." He quietly whispered the last few words. You were now more curious than anything.

"What do you mean? Why do we have to keep the lights on? And he can't come out with us while the lights are on in here?"

"O-oh! Look at the time!" Sun pretended to look at an imaginary watch on his wrist. "Your shift's almost up, Sunflower! You've got to get going! But we've loved loved loooved spending time with you!"

We?

Sun got up and grabbed your hand and started pulling you towards the door.

"Sun! Wait!" You tried to dig your feet in and slow him down but he was much stronger than you would ever be. He went to open the large, wooden doors that exit the daycare until you placed your other hand on his warm, silicone chest.

"Sunny, please."

He finally met your eyes and quickly looked away. A small whine escaping his voice box.

"Sunny, it's okay. I just want to meet Moon, too."

Sun let out a sigh and started fidgeting with his hands again. "Not today but maybe..."

"Tomorrow?"

Sun looked like he was about to say something but he closed his mouth and thought for a moment, looking off in the distance. After a moment, he finally spoke. It was soft and quiet, unlike his normal rising shift in pitches.

"Okay, Sunflower. Tomorrow you can meet Moon."

You took both of his hands in yours and looked up at his glowing eyes. "Don't worry, Sunny. I feel like me and Moon will be as great of friends as you and I are."

He finally started to smile again. "We...are friends?"

"Of course we are, Sunshine! I do have to go though because my shift is really almost over."

Sun quickly grabbed you and swept you up into one more, spinning hug before he set you down and waved goodbye. His signature ultra wide grin had returned and he seemed back to his normal, excited self.

"I'll see you tomorrow then, best friend!"

You giggled and waved back at him as you started walking back towards the daycare lobby.

"See you then, Sunshine!"

To be continued....

Author's Notes:

Short filler chapter but also introducing Sun! And soon Moon... but why is Sun so nervous about it? o.o I will also have some illustrations to share tomorrow! Finally have two days off after a long work week so probably going to chill the rest of the night then really dive into the plot. As always, feel free to leave comments, feedback, and more fanfic suggestions! I really love hearing from everyone and I appreciate everyone who's following along so far <3

[herejusttosufferalong]

I think it’s ok to analyze a behavior and talk among eachother. If you don’t like that L isn’t posting because it makes you feel a certain way that’s ok. Or you don’t like the GF fine don’t follow her. Why are you guys following her. That adds to her following helloooooo. HOWEVER, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF BTON STOP POSTING hating comments.

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[pigeonxp]

helloooooo!!!!! my name is paige, or pigeon! this is my intro post which will be edited as i gain new interests!

they/she/he pronouns

my current main interests rn are dimension 20/dropout, 9-1-1, and loona!!! if we share any fandoms (or if u like all 3 😳😳) id love to be mutuals !!! u can read more abt my interests below 😁😁

DIMENSION 20

☆ my fav campaign is fantasy high, but i also love neverafter and acoc, basically any intrepid heroes (i also love all the others too, burrows end my beloved)

9-1-1

☆ if u havent gotten it from my bio, i am an eddie diaz fan!!

☆ buddie shipper

☆ i am openly anti tommy and anti bucktommy, and i will be tagging as such. if u dont like that, please block me or those tags bc i dont want to clog ur TL with shit u dont like

☆ im a very big jokester, barely anything i say is genuine or serious unless i say it in the post or tags. most of my posts are just for laughs.

☆ BUDDIE PLAYLIST LINK:

LOONA

☆ STAN LOONA

☆ i am an ot12 forever and always but my bias always changes, but my usual underlying biases are always yves and haseul

☆ i dont post much abt loona, but i do every now and then so!!! keep on the lookout lol

MISC

☆ i am a HUGE los campesinos! fan and other indie bands

☆ i like nintendo games, specifically pikmin

☆ i am an ocean lover and a space enthusiast

☆ i love reading and listening to music

☆ i am a wwe fan also i will prob be posting abt that a lil bit too!! please talk to me abt it 😁

☆ if you scroll down far enough i was an mcyt blog for a while and i dont really post abt it, but recently ive been really into lifesteal and unstable universe (specifically been watching wemmbu and princezam)

☆ as a side note, half of my posts are in tags. u need to read my tags to get my whole opinion its chronic im sorry lol

it is LOVELY TO MEET YOU ALL !!!! 😁😁😁

btw my twitter is @/eddiegirlism ! ive been posting a lot more over there recently so if u have a twt u can follow me over there too !

[folklouire]

hello my dear! i hope you’re doing well! ☺️

i’ve got kind of an odd request that i think needs a little backstory. so, i think i mentioned once that i never really listened to 1d when they were big in the early 2010s (i was too busy listening to what one of my high school friends called “melodramatic hipster music” lmaooo). of course i knew of them peripherally from hearing them in stores and other places and also just bc they were so popular, but i never really got into them i guess

anyway, today i was listening to some like early 2010s nostalgia pop (as you do) and there were a lot of 1d songs on there and i was seized with the thought that maybe i should become more familiar with their discography and i was like “boy do i know the person to ask about this!!”

so now i am here bothering you in your inbox to ask where you think one might want to start if they were interested in getting into 1d. i know a handful of their really popular songs, but like what are the really really good ones? what are the deep cuts? what are your personal favorites?

also tho i know you’re probably really busy so literally no worries if you don’t have time for this!! i just wanted to ask you since i know you’re a fan, but truly no pressure at all!

um yeah anyway that’s it for now!! ily thank you sm ily bye!! 💕💕

HIIIIIIIIIIII my friend helloooooo 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

first of all, soooooo sorry for taking so long to answer this, i keep forgetting lol i have to set reminders like ⏰⏰⏰⏰⏰ ANSWER YOUR ASKS DUMBASS!!!!⏰⏰⏰⏰⏰

SECOND, i'm always happy to see your name in my notes and inbox <3 and ESPECIALLY now that you've reached out to me about 1d aaaaaaaaghhhh 😭 i was so happy when i got this ask kdfrfhbdrh so excited !!

ok SO, if you're asking me, i'd say their entire discography as their ''good ones'' or my favourites hrbfhbd sorry i can't really decide because i genuinely think all their songs are good. i like their early very bubblegum pop, i like their more rock-ish approach, the ballads, the kinda indie sound, i like everything they've done.

SO, would you be okay if i made you a playlist with a few of their songs that are like my TOP top favs and let's say some underrated ones that the gp might not now about like some songs that are not very popular and then if you want you can explore the rest of their discography on your own and decide what you like and what you don't? what do you say? 💜

I LOVE YOU TOOOOOOOO, you're the sweetest!! 💝💝💝💝 i hope we're about to witness the birth of a directioner soon😂

[flimflamfandom]

Mordecai and the Showgirl

More about one of my OCs, Effie Lockhart, here!

-

Effie huffed, and put her hands on her hips. She wiped her brow, and looked down at the...scant costume she had for this bit. She looked back into the darkened club, and caught two pairs of glinting lenses.

"...that might be a bit too much, huh, mr. H?"

-

"You were fine. it's the bit." Mordecai walked closer to the stage. For someone with such a mind for numbers, and a hard heart, he had a surprising eye for the stage. He muttered to himself in Yiddish for a moment, before looking over at the rehearsal pianist.

"Up a step, she's struggling on the low notes and it doesn't get that high."

The pianist nodded, and wrote something down. He looked back at Effie, and shook his head. "Would it have killed them to give you something less...risque?"

Effie tapped her fingers, looking down at the shining costume she had - white, glossy silks, her midriff on full display, a skirt that could barely be called such. She knew the number was 'Get Out and Get Under the Moon', but did it have to be a promiscuous moon?

"Well, it's not but SO bad - I keep most of it on the whole time!" Effie said, crossing her arms.

"I still think that you should get a bit of dignity."

"It's a silly little song, Mr. H, it's not exactly Shakespeare." The girl backed off a bit as she said it, looking away, her eyes still casting their way towards Mordecai. Mordecai nodded.

"...why do they want it to be a solo number, anyhow?" Mordecai asked. "People bought the record for the harmonies."

"I mean, if you wanted, I'm sure you could-"

"NO."

"Harmonies don't mean nothin' when we got a gal like that!" A voice bellowed from the other end of the room - Asa had decided to grace the Marigold Room with his presence. He walked up on stage.

"Hello, Mr. Heller."

"Asa."

"And hello, Effie~" Asa smiled and furrowed his brow. Effie stood a bit closer to Mordecai, almost hiding behind him.

"...Hi Mr. S." She said, sheepishly.

"Band's here." The rehearsal pianist ushered them all in. As they set things up, Mordecai leaned over.

"Mr. Sweet, I insist we start scouting for more talent - the band is good with her but she cannot do 3 song and dance numbers when she's so...animated." Mordecai said. "We could sustain 3 more dancers at her rate-"

"Easy, Heller, easy! We COULD sustain it, but then how would I fund your expensive coffee habit?"

"I do not drink expensive coffee." Mordecai said.

"You're missing the point - we have who we need for it. Isn't that right, Effie?"

The girl sheepishly nodded. "Yer right, Mr. S." She said. "I don't have a problem doing it."

"Good! Because we're considering adding another show to your schedule - that'd be 5 nights a week instead of 4. Sound good?"

"...yes, Mr. S."

"Atta girl. And keep...whatever that is on!" Asa walked out to the 'house' a seat in the back. As the band finished setting up, Mordecai sighed and looked at Effie. She blushed.

"...did I do good with Mr. S?"

"We'll talk later. Places for the run, please."

"Thank you, places." She scurried off to one of the wings.

-

The shy, timid snowshoe cat was gone the moment the music started. She walked out, and the energy lifted immediately. The band, a big band, much different from the Daisy's Dixieland outfit, was well equipped to raise any room's atmosphere - but by far, the biggest change was in Effie.

She smiled and waved enthusiastically, and spoke clearly, the microphone only needing to do but so much as the band quieted down for her.

"Well helloooooo, Marigold~!" She cooed, in a sing songy voice. Her bright eyes twinkled as she spoke. "Say, bit late, isn't it?" This was her literal 11 o'clock number. "We could slow things down, but...y'know, what do you do in the evening and you don't know what to do?"

She sang the words again, breaking into 'Get Out and Get Under the Moon'. Her voice was bright, and she sang along with some hire guitarist playing something next to her. He looked a little familiar.

Effie spoke some of the words, looking Mordecai in the eye as he watched. "When you make a date, any old night, you're gonna meet yer sweetie soon?" She winked at him. "I know you are~!"

Mordecai chuckled a bit as she kept going. He kept watching, as the band kicked the tempo up and she danced. The number wrapped, with her taking it home with one more refrain. The band drew the ending out, and so did Effie. She was heaving in air at the end of it. She looked proud, almost. Like she had vanquished a dragon.

The room was silent.

"Take 10." The band leader said, "we'll do Ever So Goosey next and give the girl time for her costume change."

-

Afterwards, Mordecai was sitting in his office, staring down the Marigold's books. He blinked once or twice, then sighed. "...we're making more than he's...paying...a lot more..." He peered again. "Something must be-"

There was a knock on the door. "Mr. H?"

"Come in."

Effie walked in, wearing a silk robe, clearly headed for a dressing room. "Mr. H, you wanted to see me?"

Mordecai stood up. "...Why do you stick around the Marigold?"

"...am I being fired?"

"No." Mordecai said. "This is a miserable place to work. Asa is a repugnant oaf, half of the men who work here are absolute pigs - why do you stay?"

"Why do YOU stay?" Effie asked.

"...touché." Mordecai looked out his window. He spoke.

"I am considering new employment and wherever I end up I would like to take you with me."

Effie's eyes widened. "Dijya finally get that theater job, Mr. H?" She smiled.

Mordecai shook his head. "No, no." He replied. "But...due to recent events, I've been invited to resume my operations at the Little Daisy. It's since picked up in popularity and I've done enough good deeds to win back their good graces." He looked back towards Effie.

"Another speakeasy gig, then?" She looked down. Mordecai sighed.

"As your manager, I would be lying if I said I was entirely able to secure anything other than speakeasy gigs at the moment. But the difference between you and me is that some day you will move beyond the underworld." He said. "You are not Eurydice - you are Orpheus."

"...Thanks, mr. H." Effie hugged him. "I'd go to the Daisy with you, if you got rehired."

"Very well." Mordecai didn't back away from the hug. He put his arms around her. Between her and Ivy, Mordecai had managed to have a bizarre amount of surrogate daughters. The only real difference is that Ivy probably loathed him, now, after everything.

He wasn't going to mess things up this time.

[the-lonelyshepherd]

12, 23, 25 for yellowjackets:3

helloooooo 😁😁😁 tysm for the ask grin

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them.

uhhh ummm. travis. travis. i’ve said this so many times yall need to wake tf up on travis if i did a 180 on travis you can too

first watch? lwk despised his ass. also bc i was looking at fandom shit immediately after and was just o caught up i was like yeah haha annoying and misogynistic MAN whys there a MAN in my GIRLS show. but ohhhh man first rewatch??? when i was like okay i have to acc form opinions???

first of all. travis is not nearly as misogynistic as yall make him seem. he makes asshole comments in the beginning yes. his whole point is CHARACTER GROWTH!!! instead of getting worse like most of the girls travis actually has a little bit of a growth arc (cough cough transfem travis WHO SAID THAT). like yall take his original character and see that as him when the whole point is how he changes. that’s not how you’re supposed to watch a show. but yeah there’s other male characters who are lwk also misogynistic that don’t get any shit for it. i wonder why.

secondly he’s SO FUCKING COMPELLING. like AUGH just honestly am not coherent enough to put it into words rn but like him and javi and his dad, and nat and lottie and whatever they have going on and also the jackieshauna connections just.agh

he’s so important to the story he pulls so much together. his story is of GROWTH it’s of LOSING HIS OLD SOCIETAL VALUES THAT WERE IMPRINTED ON HIM!! it’s of recognizing femininity and ACCEPTING femininity!!!! and daddy issues and brother issues it’s complicated teen romances it’s vomiting over your fathers grave it’s getting laid for the first time high out of your mind while you don’t really want to and neither does the other girl it’s hallucinating the makeshift messiah while having sex with your girlfriend right before eating the girl you lost your virginity to its getting up before sunrise every day to trek through the snow to look for your little brother while everyone else thinks he’s dead and it’s eating your brothers heart while only just having gotten him back. because you have to let your brother save you. i’m going to actually throw up

i don’t think that was coherent but yeah. trav is 😁🔫

23. ship you’ve unwillingly come around to

HMMMM there’s not a lot of ships i WASNT like yes!!! let’s go!! about. okay keeping w the theme of the last one, as i liked travis more i liked travnat more but in a horrible fucked up way also they’re lesbians to me. they make me want to kill myself.

on a more casual note i used to really not like mistynat but we’re chill now i think i just needed to get used to misty lol.

25. common fandom complaint you’re sick of hearing

OH!! adult timeline was so bad

NO IT WASNT. ITS ARGUABLY LIKE MORE IMPORTANT TO THE MESSAGE OF HOW TRAUMA AFFECTS PEOPLE TRHOUGHOUT THEIR LIVESSS. like it’s everything COMING BACK TO THEM. i’ve seen people say they just skipped all the adult scenes honestly if you did that just block me like you have nothing of value to say. you didn’t watch like half the show. grow up.

anyways these are probably my more controversial ones out of the ones i’ve answered 🤭 we will see. tysm for the ask grin :)

[sikudastoner]

Hii!

31. From the medieval prompt list? 🫶

Helloooooo *waves*

I had the same prompt requested recently for Darren and Nadya and I chose the other one, therefore I'm going to write for Darren and Nadya again except Regency AU. I kinda got lazy with the ending, but I like it.

TW: Darren being prejudice off the gate, toxicity???

Since Darren Lannister had turned five and ten, the ambitious mamas of Westeros had thrown their eligible daughters in his face. All mediocre to poor choices to be Lady of Casterly Rock. Buck tooth, talentless, stout, brainless, lazy eye, accidently stepped on his foot, ginger, wore the wrong ballroom shoes...

There wasn't a flaw Darren couldn't find. He was his father's son after all.

He wasn't marrying for love. Love was for the bachelors who had no title, no land, no prospects. For footboys who ogled their ladies' or servants who needed a sliver of pleasure to uphold their sanity. Love was not a luxury he could afford.

You cannot have it all. Tywin's voice echoed in his head. You must choose the most strategic alliance for House Lannister.

Hypocritical, since he married for love twice, but his logic was sound.

The most strategical alliances would've been one of the Stark girls, or Margaery Tyrell - the most sought after lady on the season. Alas, Sansa Stark and Margaery Tyrell's attention was wasted on King Joffrey Baratheon. He huffed as he shifted his weight, glancing at the inauthentic display of chivalry Joffrey offered to these ladies.

Not that he knew any better. He was smooth as cobblestone. Any potential suitress gave up on cracking his shell.

Except for one.

There wasn't a lord, knight, or gentleman who passed up a chance to fill Nadya Dormaire's dance card. Robb Stark asked for her hand in a dance not once but twice. Theon Greyjoy, Ramsey "Bolton", King Joffrey Baratheon - Seven Hells, even his brother Jaime had the pleasure of dancing with her. Jaime danced with no one. Each man that approached her made him fume with a feeling he could not put into words.

She's nothing to me. She's nothing to me. Just someone to warm my pillow...

Nadya's dance card had been full and her feet ached from standing and being swifted across the floor nonstop. When the last name on her card had disbanded, she occupied a seat near the concession table decorated full of macarons, tarts, and biscuits. She reached over for a macaron, letting the subtle sweetness linger on her tongue.

Darren found this to be a chance to seek her for one last dance before they retired to his chambers. He casually strolled over to the table, taking the ladle from the punch bowl and dipping it into the red liquid. He poured the punch into a cup, handing it over to the bone-tired girl.

"Thank you, Darren." Nadya feigned their acquittance, as they agreed on.

"You're quite in demand tonight, Lady Dormaire." Darren played along, trying to restrain from any notes of- no, it couldn't be envy.

"Most men are not oblivious to what's in front of them."

He did not miss her meaning, but chose to ignore it. "May I ask who you have your eye on?"

"You may not."

A wise choice. He would've had a... talk, with her first choice.

"I can assure you that the man I choose to wed will feel for me the same way I feel for him." Nadya threw in his face. He knew she was growing tired of their affair, that she wanted more than nights in his bed and mornings of him slipping away.

"I pray for the same, my lady. I've heard whispers from your suitors, some unsavory, others worthy of your affection." Darren reported to her, in both attempts to scare her away from her choices and to reconsider a safe match.

"Might I ask what you've overheard?"

He placed his hand over his heart, his eyes feigning sincerity. "I, as Heir to Casterly Rock, would never repeat back what these self-proclaimed gentlemen said, their audacity is beyond repetition. All I can say is, I wouldn't trust my eldest brother."

Jaime was his only real competition. There wasn't a woman in the Seven Kingdoms who didn't want him. Robb Stark? A boy. Theon Greyjoy? Pathetic. Joffrey? Idiotic. Lymond? Well... he always managed to escape balls for his own pursuits.

"Nonetheless, thank you for your concern, Lord Lannister." Nadya gave her courtesies with a small nod. It seems she was picking up on his fibs, unimpressed with his attempts to manipulate her.

There was a tense silence as Darren waited for her to comment on the ladies he danced with that night. Perhaps she was too occupied to notice, perhaps she didn't care. He poured another cup of punch for himself, offering a stiff, closed mouthed smile. "I'll leave you to rest your feet."

-

"Your name is on the lips of courtiers, but it is my heart that whispers it at night."

Darren crossed out the last line of his draft, crumpling the insufficient letter over to his bin. Writing letters was not his strong suit. He wasn't sentimental like Maeby or Lymond. Maybe tomorrow they could assist him on writing some adequate poem.

He buried his head into his hands, letting out a stifled groan. No one needed to hear his frustrations, but he had to relieve himself somehow.

Nadya hadn't come to his chambers that night. Nor the night after, or the night after that. It killed him, wondering if he'd been replaced by any of those men she danced with. That he would never see her again, she'd move into a castle in the countryside. That he'd become a mistake.

Lymond, of course, noticed Darren's change. His snappiness towards servants, how he'd sneer at the sight of husbands and wives arm in arm, how his shoulders somehow tensed more than they did before. He pieced the puzzle together when he found the discarded love letter in his bin.

-

"Nadya!" Lymond greeted joyfully at the next ball. "How wonderful it is to see you. You are vision tonight, your dance card must be full already."

There wasn't a lady who was immune to Lymond's compliments, even Nadya who beamed with flattery. "Thank you, Lymond. I hope your family is in good health."

"All except for one." He slipped the folded up letter into her hands as he moved passed her. That ought to get things patched up between them.

[negpos-comments]

HELLOOOOOO TUMBLR!

So i'm not sure if someone has created a multifandom!helluvaverse (hellaverse?) but I've got some stuff written down in a google docs document I'd like to share. also, as it turns out, I don't actually know that many fandoms, so I'm requesting input from you lot. SOOOO, Introducing my take on the

MF!Helluvaverse (WIP)

everything about this is a WIP including the name i just thought it'd be funny cuz it kinda looks like it says MotherFucker!Helluvaverse-

Few Notes: I am a big Undertale fan and I tried to curb that here but i kinda made all the rings of hell UT/UTY Locations Im sorry- There are some ships that will result that are, hm, odd, to say the least. I tried to curb that a little bit. I'm trying to go with personality matches here, but i will have to be flexible with a lot. That flexibility will actually show up a lot, but as long as the basic concept can stay the same I'll allow it.

With that said...

Charlie Morningstar - Frisk (Undertale) Razzle, Dazzle, Kiki - WIP Vaggie - Chara (Undertale)

Ok, so the Frisk and Chara interpretations are based off of fanon rather than canon, since there's not much we know about Frisk and Chara's behavior in canon. I feel like I don't need to elaborate much here? I mean, I thought it was clever with the Vaggie-Chara thing, since they both fell from the victorious/more powerful world above, don't like talking about it that much, etc. etc. Charlie-Frisk i feel makes a good bit of sense. This does mean Charisk is a ship in this AU but considering I ship them I'm cool with it. If you don't like it maybe they're not in a relationship but are just good friends/see each other as pseudo-siblings? Any suggestions for Razzle, Dazzle, and Kiki? I had the inclination to use temmies but i feel like i used enough Undertale (especially looking later on with the rings)

Alastor - Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls) Niffty - Peridot (Steven Universe)

So. Alastor-Bill Cipher I feel needs no explanation. They're both tumblr sexymen with cool powers and evil tendencies (personally I feel like Pilot!Alastor is a tumblr sexyman and S1!Alastor doesn't but that's a can of worms for a different time). Niffty-Peridot is the one out of the initial six i spent the most time trying to think of, because I couldn't really think of anyone for Niffty, but then i remembered that she's kinda socially inept/unaware, and then I just thought of Peridot.

When Bill last went up against [Vox], The [Vees] had managed to place a spell on him, draining him of most of his power. The one he made the deal with lent him some power in exchange for his soul. His motivation is to defeat the [Vees], break the spell, and end the deal.

The Spell would be like the Magic Barrier in Gravity Falls, preventing Cipher from spreading his chaos beyond the town, except instead of limiting where the power extends to, it just limits how much power.

Angel Dust (Anthony) - The Ink Demon (Bendy) (BATIM/DR) Fat Nuggets - Boris (BATIM/DR) Husk - Cuphead (Cuphead)

Get ready for some real creative liberties on my part. So. Bendy would act more like the Bendy from that Hell's Kitchen AU rather than a canon version of Bendy. He's basically done with making films (whether you want that to be cartoons or porn films like in HH is up to you) but he still has to do it because of the contract. Meanwhile, I considered how Cuphead went to that casino and gambled his soul away. I also drew a bit of inspiration from the Casino Cups AU and how in that AU Cuphead ended up working for the Devil's Casino serving drinks and stuff. So, we've got a Cuphead who gambled his soul away to Bill and is at a very low point in his life. Because HH is gravitating towards HuskerDust, that would mean that in this AU BendyxCuphead is a ship. Uhh, take with that what you will. If you don't like it maybe they're not in a relationship but are just good friends or smth. Actually you can do this with all of the ships. Boris would be more like a small wolf/dog Bendy has as a pet rather than an actual person/character

Sir Pentious - Dr. Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb) Eggs - Perry the Platypus Clones (Phineas and Ferb)

This one is the one out of the main cast im most iffy about. Pentious and Doofenshmirtz are both science geniuses that try to be evil but fail every step of the way. Eventually they get redeemed. uhh i just chose lil perry clones cuz i thought'd be funny

Cherri Bomb - Harley Quinn (DC, Harley Quinn)

Chaotic, Fights for the people they care about, i think you can see the connections here

Zestial - Golden/Shadow Freddy (FNAF)

They're spooky people we dont know much about. That's all there is to it

Mimzy - Spinel (Steven Universe Future)

Now, when I say Spinel, im not talking about the Spinel from the Movie. The characterization of Spinel is drastically different between the movie and the epilogue series. Future paints Spinel as just an overly annoying and excited character that doesn't feel like that's what Spinel should be after the events of the Movie. SUFuture!Spinel feels like a good fit for Mimzy (plus they have the same voice actor, innit?). SUMovie!Spinel doesn't. I just wanted to clear that up here.

Emily - Crowley (Good Omens) Sera - Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Now, when I say Crowley, I mean Pre-Fall!Crowley, like the one we see at the beginning of S2 creating those stars and stuff. They're both really loving life and trusting of Heaven's plan but then they find out some stuff and things go awry. If you believe Em's gonna fall later in HH there's more parallels. Aziraphale believes in Heaven's plans and all that jazz, sticking to those beliefs and stuff, which I feel kinda mirrors Sera's insistence on the current plan Heaven is using.

Lucifer Morningstar - 10th Doctor (Doctor Who) Rubber Ducks - Mini K9's (Doctor Who)

Originally I was debating on whether or not to use the 10th or 11th Doctor, but i eventually stuck with the 10th. Sure, 11 is more silly, but i feel like 10 is just kinda angsty-filled while still retaining that charm and silliness. Plus, I liked the idea of having K9s as Rubber Ducks

Other Stuff

Heaven - Gallifrey (Doctor Who) Hell - Underground (Undertale/UTYellow) Exterminators - Red Guards (Squid Game) Ring of Pride - Ruins/Dark Ruins (UT/UTY) Ring of Wrath - Hotland (UT/UTY) Ring of Gluttony - Dunes (UTY) Ring of Greed - Snowdin (UT/UTY) Ring of Lust - Steamworks (UTY) Ring of Envy (No appearance yet) - Waterfall (UT) Ring of Sloth - New Home (UT/UTY) Belphegor (No appearance yet) - Medic (TF2) Blitzø - Dave Miller (DSAF)

WIP/Needed I'm still brainstorming and lookin for ideas. If you've got any suggestions for these (or for any of the others), let me know!

Upper Angels Pentagram City Imp City Satan (No appearance yet) Queen Bee Mammon Azmodeus Leviathan (No appearance yet) Moxxie Millie Luna Cherubs Dhorks Stolas Stella Octavia Fizzaroli Striker Crimson Adam Lilith Eve Roo (No appearance yet) Lute Happy Hazbin Hotel Razzle, Dazzle, Kiki Carmilla Carmine Odette and Clara Cannibal Town Rosie Vox Valentino Velvette

Welp. That's everything. I'll be taking any feedback

[v3nusxsky]

helloooooo first, i love ur writing so much it brings me so much joy and shdnbxjxbs they r so wonderful

May i request like lesso x drunk reader where reader turns clingy when drunk. Lesso's busy doing work in her office and reader just barges in, drunk and crying cuz she missed lesso even though they were just together earlier. Reader just cries while she tells lesso how much she love her and how lucky she is to have her and Lesso's just fond of her enjoying how drunk reader is. Lesso then takes care of drunk reader and they sleep together cuddling. I just want fluff rn and im a bit drunk too ansnxd I miss lesso so much i love her sjnsnxkxs

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Hello my lovely 🦝anon <3 I’m so happy you enjoy my writing.

Drunk words are sober thoughts

*Authors note~ I have very little experience of being drunk but I imagine I'd be quite the emotional drunk just like reader In this. I hope I can do your first request some justice love*

Trigger warnings~ drunk reader

Prompt~see ask^^^^

You knew this was going to haunt you in the morning. Yet right now you couldn't seem to make yourself care. You sat with a bottle of vodka watching the night sky, you had been with other Never professors yet they had all bailed on you, choosing caution over a hang over in the morning. Truthfully, you should've stopped drinking ages ago, yet the fuzzy blissful feeling the alcohol created was too addictive. So that's how you found yourself two sheets to the wind, watching the night sky. The alcohol had warmed you so much that the bite of the cold night simply didn't bother you. No what made you stumble inside was the overwhelming need and desire to see the object of your love.

You immediately stumbled your way through the school building, falling up more stairs than you cared to admit, just to find your crush. As soon as you spotted the familiar office your emotions seemed to go hey wire. Being driven by such a powerful need you threw her door open not caring about the slamming sound. The older women was sat at her desk working on a stack of papers before you barged into her office gaining her attention.

As soon as you set your gaze on her the tears started to fall. You truly missed her so much it made your heart ache. Had you just seen her hours earlier? Yes, you had but here and now you realised just how much you missed her presence. Rationally that didn't make much sense but to your drunk self it made more than enough sense.

"Darling? Are you quite alright?" She murmured coming up to hug your crying form. You just snuggled and buried your nose into her neck breathing in her scent. She let you stay there for a few moments before guiding you back to her desk and letting you sit on her lap, a hand gently rubbing at your back. The alcohol was obvious, but the tears not so much. You would talk when you were calmer though and she knew that.

After a while of sitting in silence, her hand rubbing at your back as you cried into the crook of her neck you mumbled, "missed lesso" so quietly she almost missed it. "Darling you saw me just a few hours ago, aren't you just an adorable little thing" she murmured to you hoping to soothe your tears, "I'm here now your with me and safe okay?" To which you nodded more into her neck. Then out of nowhere where so much certainty it was almost shocking you pulled back and stated, "I love you" her tone leaving no room for any arguments, "And I know how lucky I am to love you, to be this close to you, to be liked by you. I'm lucky to know the real you and that just makes me so emotional. I want to be yours but I know you don't want to be mine and that's why I'm crying."

Leonora sat there in shock, you loved her? How could you truly love someone that was evil. If the saying was true then you did, after all it was said that drunk words were sober thoughts. Throwing caution to the wind she whispered back that she loved you too and desired for you to be hers and hers only. That seemed to stun you a little, confusion lingered in your eyes. "But you're so hot" you stated as if it was the most obvious reason as to why this couldn't be real. She chuckled at you, "oh is that right? I had no idea you felt that way darling" she purred at you watching as you started to ramble and slur your words.

"Youz hots and sects and kind and mommys and luvs lesso my wife's" you slurred trying to explain just how you felt but the alcohol was now taking over a hold on your brain. "Mmm blurrruyyyy" you murmured sounding fascinated as your eyes darted around the room, "lesssooii I see soundsss." She couldn't help but chuckle at you, how could someone be so adorable absolutely drunk out of their mind? "Come darling, I think it's time we get you to bed isn't it dove?" She murmured scooping you up in her arms to carry you to her bed.

You settled down snuggling into the women as she magicked clothes from both your forms and placed baggy t-shirts on you both. "Darling I really hope you remember this in the morning" she pondered out loud causing you to giggle manically, "I memeverr " before falling into a drunken slumber. Lesso just laid with you enjoying how you nuzzled closer to her, unintentionally seeking out her for comfort.

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