#and having all of my thoughts basically shoved out the door under “those would be structural changes and impossible to do”

[zeena-athena]

Man I love apparently talking in such a way that no one gets what I'm saying, or acts like I'm talking in a different language or conversation to them. It makes me feel so fucking loved and cared for. I am succeeding at communication and definitely do not want to throw myself into the nearest lake and become the next bog witch. Never ever. /s

[funnyexel]

Pervy husband staring at his wife's big chest and her actually noticing his expression~

She got flustered and immediately covered her chest with her arms

a thrill ride of obsession

you felt it. the weird looks. the lingering glances. but you passed them off as prolonged glares. looks of disgust and of realization that he's going to be marrying you in a few short days.

but you read it wrong. so unbelievably wrong.

Secondborn!husband who's becoming sloppy, lazy in his sneaky ways of going through your drawers to steal your intimate clothing. Secondborn!husband that notices how lazy you are getting with covering up your chest, noticing the way you walk around the room with less and less fabric covering your body as time counts down to your wedding.

Secondborn!husband that openly stares at you when he purposely accidentally enters the fitting room, where you were trying on your wedding night attire. Secondborn!husband who is shoved out the female dominated room and mentally stunned by the outfit he got a glimpse of.

Pervert!husband that can’t ignore the way all his blood rushed from his head down to his dick. All his rational thinking getting lost on the journey to his bed chambers. Pervert!husband who whimpers and pleads for you when he rips off his pants and strokes himself to his vision of you. His vision of your curvy body and big tits squished into the bra of the tightly woven bralette.

Pervert!husband who’s knees buckle under him when the image of your faintly flushed cheeks cloud his mind, causing him to slide down the wall of his room, all the while not letting his cock breath from the tight fisting he’s doing. Pervert!husband who wants to cum at the thought of you squeezing your breasts closer together in your sorry attempt to shield yourself from him, your own husband.

Pervert!husband who could care less if someone could hear him on the other side of this door. Pervert!husband who’s mind just goes blank when he fantasizes about you on your knees in front of him, bouncing up and down on your heels as you push your tits against his straining cock. Strangling the muscle in his perverted version of quality time. Feeling the warmth of your tits around him and feeling the kitten licks you would leave on his tip. He can see it all unfold in his mind, the way you would breath so heavily from embarrassment and the excessive movement.

Secondborn!husband who acts like he didn’t have a manic episode of being so horny that he basically couldn’t breath or even think about anything but those gorgeous tits.

a/n: I didn't expect for this to take such a gross turn but hey, hope you like it. p.s. its black history month and time to spam my page as much as I possibly can.

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[pha55ed]

I'll Only Make You Cry || F1

type :: hurt no comfort tw/cw :: cheating, panic attacks, contains :: carlos, charles, lando, oscar, summary :: you catch the drivers cheating on you, crushing everything you've ever known about him - "my heart just can't be faithful for long, i swear i'll only make you cry" - cry by cas

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Carlos Sainz | 55

There's no way he could ever recover from this. You could tell that his PR team was working overtime in order to sweep this all under the rug. They came up with the lie that you and Carlos broke up a while ago, but you knew the truth all too well.

You never broke up with Carlos, God you even thought you guys were going perfect! Everything seemed to be great until all of those photos got leaked online of Carlos with a random model. She was beautiful, everything that you were insecure about, she lacked. Not a single pimple, spot of cellulite, smidge of fat, nothing. She was like a doll, it only made you more upset.

Did Carlos ever actually feel attracted to you? When you vented to him about your fears of not being enough for him and he comforted you so gently, saying you were a Goddess that could make Aphrodite jealous. And yet, as you kept scrolling through the photos of Carlos and the model, you felt as if you were the Hunchback of Notre dame.

Did Carlos ever actually love you? He was taking this model out to trip in Paris, Spain, and Japan and yet the biggest trip you've done with Carlos is visit your home town. He took her out to fancy dinners, on cruises, and private jet rides and yet you were never even aware he had his own private jet.

He's been spamming you with calls and texts, but you didn't reply to a single one. You were too busy packing up all of your stuff as you got ready to leave your shared apartment. Taking everything with you would be too big of task for now, since you owned most of the kitchen appliances, bedding, hell you even owned the couch. So you focussed on just the basics that you needed to live, shoving them into as many bags as you could. Your best friend said she'd come over and help you pack once she was done with work. She should be with you in about an hour or so, but you have the worst luck ever.

Because instead of Carlos coming home at around midnight, like usual, he came home earlier. It only made you wonder if he only stayed out till midnight to see his other lover, making you feel even sicker to your stomach. You didn't bother to look up at him as he entered the room.

"Cariño, please, no no no, stop" He said as he rushed up to you, trying to stop you from packing but you shoved his hands away. You gave him a disgusted look, as if you no longer knew him. Which was true, you didn't even recognize Carlos anymore.

"(Y/N), please it's just lies. The media is lying!" He tries desperately to convince you but his excuse sounded so stupid, beyond stupid. There's photographic evidence, everywhere that you looked online it was shoved into your face. Not a chance of editing or AI, it was just the raw photo.

"No," you said, trying to sound strict but your voice was still weak despite the loud volume of it, "We're done."

"No no no no, please, please no." He looked so weak, pathetic. You could see the tears form in his eyes. Although you felt hurt to watch him cry, you couldn't bring yourself to feel any empathy since you've been crying for hours on end.

With perfect timing, your best friend knocked on the door. You hastily shoved the final pieces of clothing that you needed as you slammed your suitcase shut. Your best friend ran in and quickly helped grab anything else you could need, like toiletries and electronics. Carlos knew he couldn't do anything, so he stood awkwardly to the side as he watched you leave his life instantly.

Charles Leclerc | 16

Your breathing became shaky as you read the lengthy text message your friend sent you. It was filled to the brim with apologies for what they were saying, but you couldn't even process most of what they wrote since you were so busy staring at the photos of Charles kissing his ex girlfriend.

It was if everything around you just shattered in front of you, that the past year you spent with him was for nothing. All of those dates, kisses, meeting his family, introducing him to your grandma, all for nothing. What hurt even more was the fact that Charles was your first boyfriend after about 2 years since your last ex did the same exact thing.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't even hear the door click as Charles entered your shared hotel room. He just finished having dinner with his team, enjoying a great night out, something he didn't deserve.

As he called your name in such a gentle and loving tone, it made you resent him. How could he possibly act so innocent when you have a literal stack of evidence of him cheating right in your hands. How could he keep acting as if everything was fine?

You turned, tears falling out of your eyes rapidly as your lips shivered, unable to stop yourself from showing how you truly felt. Instantly, he ran to you and held your hand, so gentle and soft, yet those hands were all over his ex last week. You shoved his hand away, simply tossing your phone at him. His eyes scanned the screen, his look of concern being replaced with a face that was mortified.

"Amor," He says gently, once again his hand reaches out to grab your face but you refuse to let him near you. "(Y/N), please, I... I know... I'm so sorry."

His lack of a defense made you even sicker, how could he not even explain himself??? Not even an excuse of being drunk, being stupid, of the photos being old. Not a single excuse, meaning he knew how wrong he was and yet he still did it to please himself, completely forgetting about you.

"We're done." You try to say in a firm tone, but your throat was so tight that it became a whisper. You stood up from the bed, as you hastily began to pack your bags as Charles paced the room with his hands hiding his face.

"Amor, please stop." He says as he tries to stop you. "I-I'll break it off with her."

But you could tell, from the slight stutter and the way his eyes were darting across your face to read you: he was lying yet again. So you shook your head, wiping your tears with your hands as you ran out of the room to order an Uber to somewhere else, anywhere else.

And he didn't stop you. He knew he fucked up, and he knew he didn't deserve you.

Lando Norris | 04

Doing Lando's laundry was boring, but you knew it needed to be done. It was one of the many tasks you did for him to help make his life just a bit easier, especially since he has little to no clue how to even use a washing machine. The last time he did his own laundry, the entire apartment was filled with soap suds because he overloaded it with detergent.

As you made sure to tie his hoodie strings together and empty his pockets, you grabbed something odd out of his trousers. A hotel key card. This wouldn't have been super odd, he's forced to sleep in hotels 24/7 due to his job except the fact that it wasn't a fancy hotel like usual. You knew McLaren would only put Lando in the best hotels possible, so it was suspicious to see a random hotel brand that's known for being cheap and easy to buy.

You could feel something wrong in your guts, something telling you that this wasn't just some random bad booking from McLaren but instead something deeper. It felt extremely stalker-ish but you needed to satisfy the voice in your head: so you looked through Lando's bank statements.

And that's when you saw that he booked this room three nights ago, when he told you he was staying at Oscar's place after a huge party. You could feel your heart sink, assuming the worse possible scenario. But you tried to push those thoughts aside and see the best in him.

But that attempt was cut short, as you scrolled up and saw multiple bookings at random hotels. So many random hotels that you eventually lost track. The only things that was also being charged on his card were drinks, which were always bought in extreme amounts before booking a room.

You weren't dumb, your brain connected the dots easily: he was cheating on you. But you still didn't have solid evidence beside bank statements. Besides, maybe he wasn't cheating on you? Maybe he just gets super wasted and then crashes at a hotel instead of his fancy one to sleep? Sounds stupid, but then again Lando is pretty stupid.

So you decided to dig deeper, going through his bank history to see if he has any other odd statements. That's when you saw money constantly being sent to random Zelles, Paypals, and Venmos. You thought it would just be him paying his friends back or giving them some money - but all of the names were female. Tiffany, Rebecca, Malibu, and many more. Oddly enough it was always on the nights he got a hotel. Almost as if he was paying a girl for a service. But there's no way he could be cheating? He's just your plain old stupid Lando, right?

Continuing your stalker behavior, you searched the girls names online. And you were right - all your worst fears coming true. They were all models, drop dead gorgeous models. Skinny, tall, blonde, and rich, his exact type. And as if couldn't get worse, all of those models followed him and he followed them back. And even more worse, the more you scrolled through the girls feed: you could connect the entire story. You knew you needed to leave.

As you cried whilst packing your bags, you heard the door click. He came home, much earlier than you expected him to. Normally you'd run to him, greeting him with kisses and hugs. He went searching for you, finding you on the floor as you folded your clothes into your second large suitcase.

"Love? What's going on???" He says, panicking and trying to keep his cool. He knew that you knew, there's no other reason for you to pack besides that. Instantly, he got onto his knees, being at your eye-level as his hand went on top of yours, trying to stop you from packing.

But you flinch your hand away, giving him a nasty glare as you stared at him coldly. You wanted to speak to him, curse him out, shove all of your evidence into his face, but you couldn't. Your throat was shut tight and your lungs were barely able to give you enough oxygen to breathe whilst crying.

"Just tell me, please, please just tell me what I did." He said, as he started unpacking your bag. He took out your folded clothes, unravelling them, ruining your hard work to pack neatly. "You don't need to leave, we can fix this!"

His words made it clear that he knew, he knew that he's ben caught. And he knew that there was no way to defend his actions. Sure he was drunk, but making that "mistake" 40 times is a habit. As if to make you even mad, you saw Lando begin to cry.

As if his tears switched a gear in you, you smacked his hand away from your luggage as you hastily shoved all the now-unfolded clothes into your suitcase. "I'll never forgive you." You said with venom in your words despite your grief.

Oscar Piastri | 81

You couldn't find your favorite lip liner, it always went missing for some reason. Although you had other lip liners, you NEEDED this one, you were loyal to it. It was the best shade and buttery smooth, you wanted to use only the best products for this award show you were attending with Oscar.

But as you continued to search helplessly, you started to search Oscar's desk. Sometimes you would place stuff on his desk on accident. As you searched through his desk, you found a small little velvet box. Your heart instantly dropped, was that a ring? Possibly for you?! You have been dating for almost 2 years now, about to reach 3 years within a month. A smile crept onto your face, unable to hide the joy of possibly being Oscar's forever.

You sneakily opened the box, only to be met with a beautiful rose-gold necklace... Odd, you're not a rose-gold girl. You've always been a silver person since you were born. But the material didn't even matter, as you looked at the rose-gold plated name, "Lily", his ex's name...

Oh haha,,, you awkwardly close the box. Must have been an old gift he was supposed to give her? Except, as you examined the box, there wasn't an ounce of dust on it. And even worse, you checked the bottom of the velvet box, with a message saying, "Happy 6 Years, my Lily." The exact amount of time they would have been dating, if you never came in the picture...

"(Y/N)! We have to go now! We're about to be late-" Oscar came into the room, looking at your holding onto the small box. Instantly, his eyes widened as he quickly grabbed the box out of your hands. "Why are you snooping around my desk??"

As if you snooping was the biggest issue, and not the fact the he has a gift for his ex - or actually, not his ex, but his other girlfriend. His defensiveness and blame was shocking to you, he's never been like this before. Usually he's calm and collected, able to talk any issue out, but now it's as if he's defending his life.

"Why do you have that...?" You question him, voice weak from worry that your reassurances to yourself were all false. "Why does it say Lily?"

"It's nothing, we need to go now." He says, dismissing you completely as he shoved the necklace into his pocket. His back turned as he walked out of his office, his shoulders were tense, hands pushing his hair back as he chewed the inside of his mouth - high from nerves.

But you couldn't care less for this stupid award show, you chased him and asked again as his hand was on the door knob. "Oscar, what's the necklace for? Why does it say Happy 6 years?" You voice shivered slightly.

He was unable to answer, not sure how to get out of this. Although he's been hiding Lily for ages, now it seemed as if he was unable to do it for any longer. "We'll talk about it when we get back home." He says, trying to stall for more time to come up with an excuse and plan.

But you stood your ground, standing in the house still while he was waiting outside of the door. As you both looked in each others eyes, your eyes welling up with tears while Oscar's were colder than usual: it was as if you could both tell it was the end.

"Can you at least act fine for 3 more hours." He says apathetically, making the tears finally fall from your eyes which answer his question. No, you could not act fine for 3 hours, how would that even be possible. You guess it is possible since Oscar has been acting "fine" for 3 fucking years with you.

Your tears didn't even make him flinch, instead it made him sigh. His hand pushed on the knob as he left you in the room, alone. You understood what his silence meant: it was over. You began to pack the essential before calling your best friend to get you. Within a span of 10 minutes, the man that you saw being your future husband was gone.

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[bonbonly]

omg I need more maid!reader. Carlos purposely making a big mess in his room so you have to spend more time cleaning it. He can’t resist grabbing a handful of your ass and cupping you pussy whenever you bend over, or dropping something down the front of your shirt so you have to stand there in front of him, reach in and take it out, basically causing your tits to spill out. He doesn’t let you fix your uniform though, wants to keep your tits out for as long as you’re in his room.

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anon now why would you do this? forget about just your shirt being off. no, he's having you clean his room NAKED. he wants to see every part of you. if you're trying to fix the covers of his bed, he's shoving you on the bed and forcing you to spread your legs for him as he takes a picture of you on his phone, a clear view of your wet cunt.

"i saw the way you looked at those magazines the first time," he giggles, and you feel embarrassed. was your fascination with those magazines that obvious? but it doesn't matter, because he's dragging you off to clean his shelves. oh my god, he would whip out his camera and take pictures of you cleaning, bending over to pick up his dirty laundry and the flash goes off. one leg up on a table as the other is on the ground, tippy-toeing to reach the top of the window blinds to clean the dust off there. he's groaning at the sight of your ass out like that.

he's making you his personal model at the moment, making you clean his room and when you do finish his room, he's rewarding you by burying his face in your tits, sucking and biting and his fingers scissoring in your wet cunt.

"oh, i could take a picture of you right now too," he grins, grabbing his camera and snapping yet another photo of you. if in the case he hears his mother knocking on his door, he has you hide under the bed, kicking your maid outfit under as well while he's explaining to his mama that no, he hasn't seen the maid yet but she was probably in a bathroom. she deserved a break too, no? and when she finally leaves, he sighs out loud and yanks you out by your ankles, giggling how you're his little secret as he's peppering kisses all over your body. he's the one putting the maid outfit back on you, and just as you're about to leave his room, he's smacking your ass and grinning at you.

he manages to get your phone number, and almost every night he sends you all the photos he took of you cleaning his room. he might start asking you to clean him in the shower too, that would be a multitude of pictures waiting for him.

[dwaekkicidal]

pussyplay with channie????? like taping and slapping??? oh god

this plagued me since the second i saw it earlier today so i had to write something for it or else i'd explode.

edit; i was rereading this and realized that you mightve meant taping as in (tape) and not tapping LMFAO if thats what u wanted lmk and i’ll write you something for that bc i lowkey find that hot😭♥️

~700 words | warnings: fingering (f receiving), pussy slaps/taps, generally mean dom chris icl..., exhibitionism

god Chris and pussy slaps are so MMMMMMMM👹 he's the type to do softer slaps just to tease but hard slaps as a punishment for you misbehaving and/or moving around too much. unless its a day where he's pissed off for whatever reason and you give him the ok to use you. then you're really in for it.

❥ let's say that something went wrong at the studio earlier today; maybe one of his files corrupted and he lost hours worth of progress. i lowkey think he'd be the type to be so angry that he would cry bc he admitted to having anger issues lmao but after that, he's coming home and walking in the door in pure silence. maybe slamming doors subconsciously and/or setting things down aggressively.

❥ and, being the good little toy you are, you pull him into the bedroom and give him the option to either [A] talk about it with you or [B] fuck his anger out using you <3 and who is he to deny that good of an ultimatum???

❥ so he'll get all rough and pin you down to the bed >< almost ripping your clothes as he takes them off. or- better yet, if you have nothing but his shirt on then he's simply pushing your panties to the side. he'll force a few fingers down your throat to wet them and then shove two right into your cunt

❥ he'll finger you soooo meanly and the second you start to squirm too much for his liking or the second your legs try to close, one of those pretty, veiny hands are coming down on your clit >< he might even pull his wet fingers out to slap them across your folds too before plunging them back in

THIS JUST CAME TO MIND BUT IF HE'S ANGRY HE'S DEFINITELY THE TYPE TO SAY SHIT LIKE "This greedy fucking pussy. So tight and can't fit all my fingers in it." *whack* "What am I gonna do with you."

❥ but he's not a complete sadist though, so he'll rub over the area a few times as an apology and maybe give you a kiss or two there. but that's all you're getting <3 because this is about him and for once in his life he's allowing himself to be greedy (🔫), so he's gonna sit there for as long as it takes for his anger to subside (not long but he can and will pretend to be angry just to keep going)

the first way i thought of him tapping your pussy is through your panties ><

❥ maybe you're at an event with him or you're out at dinner with him and the boys. maybe you're just a liiiittle more bratty than usual for whatever reason, maybe you were being rude/a brat the entire way there and now that everyone is sat, you just can't seem to keep your hands to yourself. so when it's <15 minutes into dinner, the appetizers haven't even arrived yet, and he already feels your hands on his thigh? his patience is thrown out the window.

❥ even more so when that hand moves right over the semi-hardon in his jeans and rubs it ever so lightly. then you're stealing his hand and sliding it under the table, to everybody else it looks like you guys are holding hands but trying to do so secretly, so if somebody notices they just smile and wiggle their eyebrows at the "PDA."

❥ but in reality you're sliding that hand between your parting thighs and placing your hand over his, basically instructing him to rub over your pussy through your already thin panties. and those thin panties that seem even thinner by the way your wetness seeps through.

❥ he'll shove his tongue into the skin of his cheek, squeeze his legs together to relieve some tension, and then he's swatting your hand away. he'll spread your folds through the fabric just to tap against your clit meanly. he wont even rub it or give it any other sort of attention; just tapping it softly sometimes then roughly the other. the rough ones make you actually jump/shiver and some of the guys catch on, but he'll just say you're cold.

❥ then he's not stopping until you start to make some noise, either if whines start to come out of your throat or if your breaths turn into low moans. at that point, he'll pat you a singular time and remove his hands. he'll act like nothing happened the rest of the night... until you get home c;

[wanderingwinds333]

What You Keep Hidden. Part 2

Pairing: Eris x Reader, Azriel x Reader.

Authors Note: I was a bit undecided on who I wanted y/n to end up with but I think I’m leaning towards Eris. let me know your thoughts!

Azriel couldn’t let it go. Not this time.

He flew down to the city and sent his shadows out to find you. Only to come up short.

He trekked to your cottage that lies on the outskirts of Velaris. You moved from the House of Wind shortly after Cassian and Nestas mating ceremony.

Once he stepped through your gates he was hit by a strong surge of magic that stopped him dead in his tracks. Wards. You warded your home against him and possibly the rest of his family, but why?

Azriel was no match for your magic on a normal day but his shadows have never had a problem breaking past wards. So he sent them through. He ordered them to tell him what they see.

“Mess. Mess everywhere Master. Remnants of Drugs. Myrthroot and another drug from the autumn court.”

The shadows bring the paraphernalia to him. He couldn’t believe it even though he was looking right at it. You were using drugs? How far had you fallen?

His shadows told him the drugs were from the Autumn court but how did you get them? His shadows didn’t even know the name of them or what they do.

Eris. He must speak to Eris.

He shadow walked directly to the Autumn Palaces doors. Eris had removed the wards from the inner circle in show of good faith and trust.

Eris appeared in seconds having felt Azriels magic cross autumns boundaries.

“Shadowsinger, what brings you here unannounced?” Eris asks a bit wearily.

“What can you tell me about this?” Azriel speaks and all but shoves the drugs in the new high lords hands.

“ Ahh Widows root. A popular drug that my father moved across Prythian. I have been trying to expel it from Autumn and put those away that were caught dealing it. How did you get it?” Eris questioned.

“That’s none of your concern. What does it do?”

Azriel had made a mistake though handing over the contraband.

Eris inhaled deeply and his eyes widened.

“Widows root is a numbing drug. Pain reliever of sorts but not for physical ailments. It shuts off an average faes emotions completely. Turns their mind off basically. But pray tell why y/n’s scent is all over this?” Eris’ eyes darkened in something close to rage.

“As I said before, that’s none of your concern.”

Azriel turned around to leave but flames incircled him.

“I do apologize for the fire but everything with her concerns me Shadowsinger.” Eris spoke unnaturally calm.

Azriel turned back to Eris with furrowed brows.

“How so?”

“She just does. Now I’ll ask again. Why is her scent all over these drugs?” Eris asked.

Azriel sighed. He knew Eris could be trusted now but this was still a family matter and he simply wasn’t family. But if he was going to get out of here with ease he might as well just tell him.

“My shadows found it in her home.”

“Has she been acting differently?” Eris’ tone switched to one of concern.

“Yes but she hasn’t exactly been the same since the war.”

The war was hard for everyone but for you it was life altering. Your family always knew what you were, half high fae and half witch. But the mother didnt stop there with you. Your magic had no bounds or limits. The mother had cursed you with the power of necromancy. You had swore to yourself that you’d never use it. You thought it was unnatural and wrong. But that day you saw your family losing. You knew what the future would be or lack there of if you didn’t intervene.

So when you did step out onto that battlefield you let hundreds of years of repressed magic flow out of you.

A simple incantation had a whole legion of Hybern soldiers drop to their knees and stop breathing. A moment later they were back up but with completely white eyes and under your control.

They fought at your whim. They fought until all their limbs had been cut off and could no longer stand. Only then did you remove your control of their body, when they were no longer of use to you.

You ravaged the field. Your family having a front row seat to your horror show.

They saw how your once golden hair turned ashen. How your normally kind blue eyes turned black with red veins running down your face. You looked like hel incarnate.

Your appearance eventually went back to normal. All except your hair. They did not know what that meant for you.

You were one of the main reasons the war turned in their favor but at what cost?

“Take me to her.” Eris demands breaking Azriels train of thoughts.

Azriel is now confused for a second time with the display of concern Eris is showing for you.

“Even if I wanted to ..I can’t. I don’t know where she is right now. None of us do. She disappears like this sometimes and it’s like she never existed. She never leaves a trail or anything.” Azriel sighs.

“Then I’ll find her myself since you all are incapable of finding one of your own.”

Before Azriel could argue Eris winnowed away.

Leaving Azriel more confused and with more questions than he originally came here with.

Back at the River House.

Azriel had just finished showing Rhysand and Feyre his memories from the encounter with Eris.

“How interesting. It seems his fondness for y/n never went away.” Rhysand speaks mostly to himself.

“What do you mean?” Azriel questions.

Rhysand knew it wasn’t his place to tell because of how much you loathed your necromancy powers but he went on to explain.

“Y/n’s parents were from a high ranking family in Hewn City. My father considered her parents close friends. They were ambushed on a mission my father assigned them to and were killed. Y/n then became my father’s ward. So she grew up around high lords meetings just like I did. She and Eris are only a few years apart in age.”

“Okay so what does that have to do with anything?” Feyre asks.

“Eris and y/n grew up together basically and for the longest time ignored each others presence. But around their early teenage years Eris had done something to upset Beron during a High Lords meeting he was hosting.” Rhysand sighed at the memory.

“In a display of dominance Beron had snapped the neck of Eris’ favorite smoke hound. There wasn’t many things Eris cared about and Beron knew that. So he took the one thing he raised from a pup. Eris did not cry. He did not yell. He simply picked the hound up and left the room. Y/N followed him out. I followed too but stayed in the shadows to watch them.” Rhysand continued.

“She healed the hounds neck and then brought it back to life with her powers. She explained to Eris this could only be done once because anything she brought back for a second time simply wasn’t the same after. He asked her if she could take the hound so it would be safe and y/n immediately agreed. And he hugged her. For the rest of their childhood they were inseparable but only if Beron wasn’t around. As they grew older and into the roles of their own court they grew apart. They never spoke a negative word about one another though. She cared for him and I believe that’s why she would always leave the room when one of us would talk badly about Eris.”

“What happened to the hound? I’ve never seen her with it?” Azriel questioned.

“Oh don’t remind me. That thing lives in the lower levels of the library. Y/n found out Bryaxis loves dogs and she thought he could use the company.” Rhysand speaks with distain.

His brother and mate could only stare at him with bewildered expressions. He just shrugged his shoulders.

“You forgot to mention the part of y/n and I’s history where she held a dagger to Mors throat for lying about my actions the day she claimed I left her for dead in the woods. That one’s my favorite.” Eris spoke from door frame he was leaning on. When the other three remained silent he carried on.

“I found her by the way. Passed out in the forest about a kilometer from her cottage. She had covered her scent somehow so no one could find her.”

“How did you find her then?” Azriel interrogated.

“I have my ways.” Eris smirked.

“Is she alright” Feyre asked concerned.

Eris’s facial expressions turned grim.

“No. She’s been using Widows Root heavily. I fear her withdrawal will be too much for her to handle. Her mind will need to be held. I wish to be with her when it happens if that’s okay.” Eris turns to look at Feyre and Rhysand directly.

Rhysand nods his head. “Of course but only if you can tell me why you are so concerned with her well being after all these years?”

A genuine smile breaks out on the autumn males face. A truly eerie sight for Feyre, Azriel and Rhysand after dealing with his cruel mask for so long.

“You don’t forget the first kindness that was ever shown to you Rhysand. That kind of thing sticks with you. I made a bargain with her that day you know? I told her I’d look after her always and never hurt her. In return she promised the same for me.” His smile dropped before he continued.

This confused Rhysand because he doesn’t remember there being a bargain.

“Clearly I didn’t look after her well enough. I knew when I took over my court I should have brought her with me. But she refused when I offered and I didn’t want to force her.” Eris spoke, frustration clear in his tone.

The whole display of emotions made Azriel very uncomfortable. He can’t lie and say he never thought of you as more than a friend because he did. You were beautiful and kind. But you weren’t someone that ever needed him. As bad as it sounds he was drawn to females who needed his help in some way. He wanted to feel useful. But with you, you always had it all together and never asked anyone for help. On the contrary you were normally the one besides himself that went out of your way to help others on the daily.

He knew what he felt was jealousy. Jealous over another damn Vanserra brother. The thought leaves him quickly as he checks himself. Before anything you were his friend. His feelings in this don’t matter.

“Azriel can you go fetch Madja. I’d like her to be with us incase anything happens.” Azriel nods his head and leaves. Feyre takes her exit as well to go check on Nyx.

The High Lord of Night holds a calculating stare at the High Lord of Autumn.

Eris can see the exact moment he figures it out.

“How long?” Rhysand asks.

“How long what?” Eris smirks with that arrogant way he has about him. Hoping he is wrong and Rhysand hasn’t actually figured out anything.

“How long have you and y/n been keeping your mating bond a secret?”

[danikamariewrites]

Smutty Ruhn Headcanons

Ruhn x reader

A/n: day three celebrates chapter 3 of CC2 which is one of my favorite Ruhn moments. We all know Ruhn is one of the kinkiest SJM men so I thought I’d expand on a few of my other smutty hc’s for him that have been kinda short. @ruhnweek

Warnings: SMUT

Ruhn loves to live between your legs. Mans is a munch and he will never stop (and you're not complaining)

his face is your throne and eating you out is his answer for everything

stressed? he has you sitting on your face; fighting? sit on his face and chillax; happy? let him make you happier; celebrating a holiday/birthday? he has an extra gift for you

with you above him so much your hands need something to do so naturally they find home in his hair

you've started pulling at his long locks. at first it was light pulling but Ruhn likes it rough so it's built up to you basically controlling the movement of his head as he's under you

Ruhn loves pulling your hair too, especially when he's taking you from behind and when you're on your knees for him

he loves controling the pace and watching you look up at him with those doe eyes, all needy and stuff

his piercings are a huge turn on

(that lip ring will be the death of me)

he uses it to his advantage whether it be kissing you or rubbing it against your clit

the feeling of the metal ring always has you shuddering with pleasure

Ruhn is 100% a pleasure dom! when it comes to sex, making you cum gives him such an ego boost

that man lives to pleasure you in any way he can

I know I've mentioned this before but Ruhn loves cock warming. he loves how close the two of you get when you're sitting on him

sometimes when you really want each other but are exhausted Ruhn will just pull you into his lap so you can sit on his cock and have a sloppy make out session

Ruhn has a list of pet names for you and each are reserved for different moods ya know. my princess, lovely, bunny, my little slut, he gets creative in the moment sometimes too

the bedroom isn't the only place Ruhn will have sex with you. that man is insatiable and can not keep his hands to himself

to name a few places where Ruhn couldn't wait; the White Raven, the living room (even with Flynn and Dec present), the Comittium, his father's villa (becuase it would piss his father off)

The two of you have definitely done it in his office at Aux HQ before

you love showing up to tease him at work (especially if you had begged him to stay home with you). you get Ruhn so riled up he bends you over his desk, warning you to stay quiet or he'll punish you when you do get home

Ruhn has had to shove you under his desk because he forgot to lock the office door

That didn’t stop you from sucking his dick though (which he punished you for after)

sex with Ruhn isn't always rough, there are days where you both need to take it slow and just feel each other

those are some of your favorite moments with him

the intamicy you feel at being wrapped up in each other and just feeling him is euphoric

the light touches and kisses and taking care of each other after is even better

you always pamper each other, making sure you both are relaxed and comfortable

[nightlyrequiem]

How would Valeria be finding out her girlfriend has been transfem all along. (Like no surgeries done but still pretty feminine looking.) After being together for a while it comes up when Valeria asks why they'd never wanted to go further in bed.(sorry if this is bad I've never done a request before😓)

I've never written something like this before so I hope it's okay! Had to do a little research because I wasn't sure what the difference between transfem and transgender was so I hope it's accurate.

Also, obligatory But I'm a Cheerleader reference.

Tags/Warnings: WLW, Minor Angst, Happy Ending, Transfem!Reader

Night Blooming Flowers

You're going over to your girlfriend's tonight. You layer on the mascara and bat your eyes, loving the length. You give yourself one last once over, looking at yourself from all angles. One last application of lip gloss and you're ready to go. You turn away and grab your purse.

Valeria is waiting for you in her car when you step outside, bathed by the warm sun. The door to your next-door neighbor's house starts to open and you hurry up to her car. Getting in before he can come out and see you. Today is a good day and you really don't feel like being bothered by some old man who can't mind his business. He's already made himself a problem as is. You never invite Valeria over because of him.

Valeria smiles at you when you sit down, planting a warm hand firmly on your thigh. No words are spoken as she puts the car into drive. The radio hums quietly while she drives. Life goes on outside, people running errands, children playing in the streets. Your smile fades a little at the sight of an armed man giving away a balloon to a child. Barely five feet away is a sheet-covered body. You look away. Out of sight, out of mind. The cartel is doing good things for this city, you tell yourself. Valeria is doing good things. You shove those thoughts away. No need to spoil your mood by thinking too hard.

Valeria's home is lovely. Pillard architecture and symmetrical gardens. The driveway is made of fine cobblestone. She gets out first and opens your door for you.

"Thank you." You say, kissing her cheek. She has guards posted up outside. You've come to learn that Valeria has some issues with paranoia. Though with her occupation it may not be so unwarranted. You ignore the weird look one of them gives you and hope Valeria didn't see.

Valeria insists that you relax while she cooks but soon enough, you're in the kitchen with her. Helping to cut up carrots and peppers.

"That's not how you do it." You scold. Gently grabbing the paring knife from her hands.

"Not how you do it?" She scoffs. "My mother taught me how to cook. That's how you're supposed to do it."

You hold the pepper down and slice down with an arch. "My mother taught me the correct way." You say. Shooting her a playful smile.

She comes up behind you and grabs your hips. 

"Didn't realise I was dating such a meticulous chef." She murmurs into your ear. You giggle but stiffen when her hands start to dip lower down your thighs. Before she feels anything you don't want her feeling yet, you pull away with the excuse that the peppers are done being cut and can be put into their bowl.

Valeria adds all the ingredients together once the two of you finish preparing them. She grabs your hand and leads you to the living room, setting a timer on her phone.

"Let's get a movie picked out while we wait." She says. She plops down on her couch and you join her. Moving under her arm to rest halfway on her chest, your feet curled up under you comfortably. "What were you thinking?" She asks, moving through the options on screen.

"Uh... I'm not sure." You reply. "Have you ever seen But I'm a Cheerleader?"

Valeria's fingers absently run over your side.

"I haven't, what's that one about?" She murmurs.

"A cheerleader gets sent to conversion camp but it's incredibly exaggerated and all the people there are basically sleeping together." You tell her.

"Sounds incredibly sophisticated." She remarks dryly. You roll your eyes,

"It's a romcom it's not supposed to be sophisticated." You reply. Valeria smiles but doesn't reply. Adhering to your suggestion, she puts on the movie. 'Chick Habit' by April March plays out while the movie cuts from credits to shots of cheerleaders in slow motion.

All is well for fifteen minutes. Valeria is warm and soft and you're happy to be laid up against her. Once again, her hand starts to wander. You aren't sure how to get out of this without making it obvious. You grab her wrist when her hand gets too close to your groin. The atmosphere between you now becoming tense. she slowly retracts her hand and lays it in her lap. You're left feeling guilty for always turning her down.

"... I'm sorry." You murmur, craning your head to look at her.

"It's fine." She says. Not looking at you. "If you aren't ready that's okay."

You bite your lip. It's not like you aren't ready. There's nothing you'd like to do more than to be intimate with your girlfriend. You just don't know how she'll feel when she finds out you're different to what she thought.

You let the silence linger. Working up the courage to speak. You love Valeria and you don't want to lose her. 

"I'm transfem." You say quietly. "I haven't had any surgeries." Valeria goes still, making your heart thump painfully. she turns her head to look at you and you avoid her gaze. Worried over what you might see.

"What is that?" She asks carefully. "Like transgender?"

"... Similar, I guess." You murmur. There's no going back now. "I was born with male parts but I don't feel like a male."

"Oh." She says. "But you're not a guy?" 

"No, I've always felt more feminine, I'm still your girlfriend." You reply. Hoping that last part is true. Valeria has been one of the best things to come into your life.

"...Okay." She nods.

You frown. "Okay as in... you don't care or okay as in 'I acknowledge what you're telling me.'" You ask nervously, anxiously fidgeting with the rings on your finger.

"That's why you never want to sleep with me?" She asks quietly. 

"... Yeah." You nod. 

Valeria sighs and pulls you closer. Resting her head on yours.

"I don't care about what's in your pants, mi vida." She says. "You're my girlfriend, my person."

You melt into her with relief. You grab one of her hands and squeeze, feeling her squeeze back. "This won't change anything though." You say. "Don't treat me differently now that you know. Please."

"Never." Valeria promises. She breathes you in. Then pauses. You look at her when she sits up. "Do you smell that?" She asks, frowning. You furrow your brows and sniff the air.

Something's burning. A few seconds after the thought registers the smoke alarm goes off.

"Shit!" Valeria curses. Jumping off the couch. You follow her into the kitchen, seeing smoke billow from the oven.

"I thought you set a timer?" You exclaim in distress. Valeria hurriedly takes out the charred remains of your supper. The both of you peer down at it.

"I did." She says. "I think I set the oven too high."

"Did your mom teach you that too?" You quip.

Valeria gently shoves your shoulder. 

You grab her arm and pull her away.

"It's okay." You say. "We'll order takeout, next time we do this I'll do the cooking."

Valeria rolls her eyes and leans into you. "Okay little Ms. Perfect. We're missing the movie." You sit back on the couch. Cuddled up under a soft blanket just in time to witness Megan and Graham's first kiss.

[ya-zz]

Okay, I've thought about this a lot. So it's going to be NSFW (sorry) and this time the tables flip. Basically, Talon attacks one of Overwatch's headquarters and reader is there, fighting to keep Talon soldiers away, completely unaware that Reaper is in this mission. Reaper somehow manages to separate reader from her team and she's like "Back for seconds?" and Reaper just wants to put her in her place (she's not opposed wink wink) but she keeps jabbing at him through it all. Calling him desperate, a slut, etc. Maybe at the end they both get caught by a Talon soldier? - Reaper's wifey

Praying this posts without any issue as wifi is shocking in my room. Apologies for the wait!

Reaper x Reader (gen) (as much as I could, but possible female traits)

Word count: 1770

Part 1

NSFW

The last attack was successful. Overwatch got what they wanted and Talon lost what they had. Tensions were rising as the days passed by and somehow the news got out that Talon was infiltrated, dedicated and stealthy heroes claiming another victory while Reyes and his crew suffered major losses. 

It irked him, anger rising in his cheeks as he slammed his fist onto the table, a low, dark growl escaping his throat as he shoves whatever was on the table to the floor, a single glass shattering amongst plans and blueprints, pens clattering and rolling under the cabinets. 

He was frustrated and in more ways than one. Not only was there the tension between his colleagues, but there was tension within him, something that he couldn’t sate, no matter how slow or fast he got himself off. 

Reyes had to do something. He could barely sleep at night as it was, but then you came along, torturing his very body with your words and hands and since then, the sleepless nights only got warmer, his hands roaming his own body in place of yours. That teasing kiss you left him made him crave you, a feeling he hadn’t felt for years. It’s like you had planted a curse on him and he hated it. 

The only way to see you again was to get into the Overwatch headquarters and seek you out. Of course, there were more logical ways to see you, but a retaliation attack deemed more sense to him, after all, he’d get what he had lost, and he’d get to have his way with you. 

While the others rejected his idea, he shook it off, exclaiming it was for Talon and their ideals, not a manhunt to get you underneath him, of course he kept that unsaid. He was already embarrassed enough that he was caught off guard and that he let you do those things to him. This time will be different, he thought to himself, preparing his team for the infiltration. 

There were multiple ways to get inside, brute force, disguises, or be silent and go through the different vents and windows scattered around the building. Reye’s chose all of the above, some going through the front, and while they distracted the guards at the front, they’d go through the vents and when inside, force would be used, not stopping for anything. The teams goal was to get their information back, but also disrupt their forces, taking whoever they needed with them. Reye’s mission was to get you, alone, and to punish you for what you did to him. 

When the alarm blared through the speakers, everyone was suddenly on high alert, weapons ready and gradually going into lockdown. Doors slowly locked, one by one clicking shut, windows joined soon after, rooms no longer being able to be accessed from inside or out. Attacks like these were rare, but precautions were made. 

One of the more secure wings was heavily guarded as it contained the more valuable intel. It was near impossible to get in without some form keycard… Unless someone where to let another in. 

Being one of the more trusted individuals at Overwatch, you were able to come and go as you please, with each entry logged within the system each time. Morrison had radioed you over to the wing to see to the manual lockdown of the doors. While on your way over, Talon soldiers stopped you, weapons raised, but you weren’t about to back down. 

A quick succession of punches had them both on the floor, disorientated and unarmed. With a sigh of relief, you hurried to your post, keeping an eye out for any unwanted guests in the process, however, one gaze never left your back and you never noticed them. 

With a swipe of your keycard, access to the wing opened up, doors only opening partially to let you in whilst there was an ongoing attack. Little did you know though, as you wandered forward, that there was an intruder lurking behind, watching you close and lock the doors one by one. 

He waited. Eyes watching your every move. 

Just as you were about to pull a door shut, hands grabbed at your body, forcing you inside, the door slamming shut behind you. 

“What the fuck-” You exclaimed, feeling nails like claws press into your sides, a sharp sting following. 

“That will be the least of your worries.” His voice was familiar, dark and low. It took a moment to click that the man holding you against the cabinets was the man you had played with the other week. A smirk crossed your face, a playful glint in your eyes as you craned your neck, looking back at the man behind you. 

“Well I’ll be damned, if it isn’t the infamous Reaper.” Your smirk never faltered as his hands gripped a little tighter. “Back for seconds?” 

He leans forward, pressing his body further into yours as he almost whispers into your ear. “You’re a bitch, did you know that?” 

“I’ve been called worse.” 

“Is that so?” His hands slowly work their way up your torso. One stops whilst the other keeps moving, grabbing at your neck and pulling your back into him, bodies almost locking together. 

“Oh?” A slightly amused laugh escapes you. “Someone is a little desperate…” You could feel him pressing against you, his dick growing harder by the passing second as he kept pushing, stifling a groan. 

“Shut up.” It sounded more like a command as he lowered his other hand, the other still gripping your neck, feeling your pulse. 

“And you call me a bitch?” Another cocky laugh. 

His hand stopped just short of your pants, fingers trailing the waist band and feeling you tense and shiver, a smirk of his own embracing his face. “Someone is a little desperate.”  He pressed his mask against your neck, as if wanting to kiss you, but he knew he couldn’t. He wasn’t risking someone coming in, especially an Overwatch agent. 

You huffed, embarrassment rising in your cheeks. 

“Be a good agent for me.” He chuckled, fingers fumbling with the button before he pulled your pants down in one swift motion, letting the fabric pool around your ankles. He removed his hand from your neck, trailing it down your spine and pushing your torso down, bending you over whilst your arms rested against the cold metal of the cabinet. 

He didn’t waste anytime in freeing himself, cock springing out and already leaking with a bead of precum. Rubbing the head of his cock across your slick, he groaned.

“Aw, who’s the desperate whore here.” You suck in a breath, looking over your shoulder to the masked man before he forces himself inside of you, eliciting a soft moan from you. 

“That… would be you.” He huffed, hips connecting flush against your ass. It felt like the air around you got thicker and warmer as he pulled back, ramming himself into you at a brutal pace, wanting it to be quick. His claw-like fingers digging into your sides as he fucks you raw, a bruising grip keeping you in place.

Soft whimpers and moans escape you with each thrust, the cabinet rattling as he keeps his pace rough, cock hitting deep inside as he spreads your legs a little further apart.

“My god, Reaper…” You moan out, walls squeezing his cock tight, as you listen to his growls. “You really… are a slut, aren’t you?” 

He moves one of his hands over your mouth, keeping you quiet as he pushes himself deeper inside of you, feeling your back arch. A smug grin appears on his face behind his mask as he has his way with you. 

“Keep quiet.” He tries to shush you, placing two fingers into your mouth, instantly feeling your tongue lapping away at them. “Such a filthy whore…” 

You mumble against his fingers, tongue still licking its way around his fingers. 

“Shut up.” He thrusts again, a lot harder and deeper, eliciting another moan from you. 

He could feel himself getting close, the way you were squeezing his cock made him want to fuck you more, but his bliss was coming to an end. He moved his fingers from your mouth, wrapping them back around your neck.

“Fuck…” You moan out breathlessly. “What’re you waiting for…? Cum for me… Reaper.” 

With another thrust, he did just that, coating your insides white as he buries himself deep within you, a low growl escaping him while he hunches over, masked face resting against your shoulder as he fills you up. His grip was tight on your throat and side, a bruising grip that was sure to leave marks when he lets go. 

The room fell eerily silent, save from the breathy gasps and whimpers. 

“Such a good boy…” You coo, almost sarcastically. You could tell he thought something of it, whether it was good or bad, by the way he gripped you harder, nails digging into your flesh, threatening to pierce your skin. 

He was about to speak up when the door opened, the light from the gap in the door illuminating the sight before the Talon agent. 

“What in the everloving fuck-” 

You both stared at the agent, eyes wide as your cheeks grew warmer while he hid his embarrassment behind his mask. His cock was still buried inside of you, cum slowly dripping down your thigh. 

After what seemed like forever but was in fact two seconds, the door slammed shut again, you and your masked enemy staring at one another. 

“I will never hear the end of this…” He sighed, pulling out in a teasing manner, smirking at your small whimper. 

You look back at him as you straighten yourself. “Guess you’re torturing yourself with this one.” 

“I will not hesitate to kill you.” He threatened. 

“Sure, but you won’t have this again though.” You wink at him before he gathers himself together, heading for the door before looking back over his shoulder, watching you bend down to redress yourself. 

He felt a pang of lust rise within him. Teasing bitch, he thought, opening the door and closing it behind him, heading back to the main attack site, a grin plastered on his face for only him to see and feel.  You stand in the room for a moment, looking around as you try to cool off. You notice a small slip of paper on the floor, something that wasn’t there before. Upon further inspection, it turns out that he left his number scribbled out on it, handwriting barely legible. Oh, this will be fun…

[beatrixst0nehill]

"Ughhhh, it happened again! I swear this is almost every time I go out these days, it's getting ridiculous! I was out running errands, about to get some coffee, when I took a moment to hold my belly and pant a bit. You know, normal contractions every girl carrying quintuplets gets like constantly. I'm only six months along! But I guess an ambulance parked nearby saw it and, well, you know the new laws. Basically pregnant girls are public property, and at least in my line of work (school teacher), I have to maintain a pregnant physique or I can get fined, even lose my job. Same with healthcare, food service, retail, hospitality.... Most jobs, honestly. Welcome to Georgia, I guess. Still happy I got transferred here a couple years ago but these laws are a bit out of hand.....

Speaking of which! The ambulance pulls up, two men come out. I try to stop them but they insist on testing me for signs of labor. I explain that I'm only six months and they tell me to be quiet so they can do their jobs. They remove my clothes with scissors and shoot me up with some kind of opioid that makes me really loopy and high. They take me to the hospital as the men take videos of me on their phones, spreading my legs, showing off my pussy, spreading it open under the guise of looking for how dilated I am. But they were literally playing with my pussy, rubbing it, sticking their fingers in with gloves, shoving instruments into it. At one point about seven different instruments were jammed into my pussy and I came, squirted all over. They got mad and told me if I act up like that they can't perform their jobs. I apologized for cumming.

They took me in and surprise-surprise, the ER was full of pregnant girls. Some were texting on their phones, shaking their heads as they got C-sections, filming themselves having it done, as others impatiently waited to be stitched up afterwards, grumbling about just wanting to go home and get knocked up again already. Aloof male nurses and physicians would pass them by and tell them not to be so impatient, that they were very busy...... mostly just probing and abusing cute pregnant girls.

They ran their 'tests'..... again, happened to me just a few days ago. So I'm used to it. They squeeze my tits and got 'milk samples'. I have to give them urine samples, over and over, as I piss with no privacy in a busy auditorium they used as an ER, full of girls like me, with various lines for either labor, forced C-sections, or general 'testing'. They of course gave me an enema, in a crowded room, complaining about the mess I was making as other girls were subjected to the same in one corner that was all tile with some showerheads. We were sprayed off and dried off as they had salon workers there doll us up before we were subjected to 'labor sensitivity testing'.

I tried explaining that I'm six months but they had ten different men with huge cocks fuck my pussy. A few even tried my ass, too, to see if I was susceptible to being induced. Nope. My womb can handle all the punishment Georgia can throw at it. I commute on public transportation, doesn't matter how pregnant I am, men try to fuck the babies out of me, like, every day. No luck! So, after that they told me I was OK'd to go home, as my babies weren't quite big enough for them to put me in the C-section area with all those other bored influencer girls.

So, with my hospital bracelet, purse, and jewelry as my only clothing, they spanked me on my way out the door of the hospital and told me not to be a stranger. I walked home naked, got fucked about ten times on the way back. I was even paid by a few guys who thought I was turning tricks. Guess I can add whore to my resume now. I even got fucked in line, paying for my coffee. The man behind me didn't say a word. I started paying and he just rammed his cock in me and started fucking me. Big fat nerdy guy, but his cock was big. Probably hasn't showered in a week. Instead of telling him to stop having his way with me, another cashier opened a different register, and they said nothing until he came inside me, spanked me, then smacked my belly a few times while climaxing. The cashier finally told me I was holding up the line after that, and I left, not before one of my neighbors fucked me as I checked our mailbox. He apologized afterword and told me I look incredibly sexy so pregnant. I thanked him and reminded him I'm only six months.... Now it's time for a shower. After that I might go back out. Who knows.... another ambulance might spot me. ❤️"

[sparklesdogs]

Hello hello 👋😊

Thank you for answering my asks! :))

I really love your au so much it literally scratches that spider optimus itch and that tfa itch that has been bothering me when i read the scrapped season four plans and realized that hasbro are cowards and should have renewed the show for more seasons.

But I have a question what happened to the Dinobots? Are they still kicking or they all got scrapped? And is wasp or anyone else going to get turned into an Predacon?

After the events of the Archa Seven accident did both Sentinel and Elita get demoted or did they have to return back to the academy due to the higher ups realizing that they aren’t ready yet.

And I’m sorry if I’m over sending too many asks and questions your fanfic is literally in my brain rent free

(I can’t wait for the next chapter, but please take your time to write and answer) :33

★彡

Hey hey!

I'm glad to hear that it scratches your spider Optimus itch! It was an AU that I thought about a lot when I was first getting into the TFA fandom- even before Arachnus Prime was revealed to the public lol. I wrote Those Abandoned and honestly didn't think I was going to make a sequel. But I got the sudden inspiration one day and wrote like.. 4 chapters in one go and thought "hey, why not?"

I was so upset when I saw that there was a planned season 4 that was never released too! Shattered Glass?? Role swap?? A TF fan's best dreams were destroyed with that season not getting made. Although, to be fair, they stopped it from getting made so that Prime could come out. I wouldn't have minded both shows co-existing though..

For the Dinobots, yes, they're still kicking. They're over on Dinobot island. I'm not sure how much I'll go into depth about their origin 'cause it's basically the same from the show. It just happened before Orion's group arrived. I will say one thing: It was First Aid who helped them escape ;).

For Predacons, I'm probably not going to include them. In the show, they're made by Blackarachnia. Since she doesn't exist here and it's Orion instead.. I'm not. Maybe if he was more scientifically-inclined like Blackarachnia was in the show, but since he isn't and is more of a general or a commander and actually has a crew, he doesn't feel the need to make "more like him".

The incident on Archa Seven definitely went a lot different. In the show, Optimus is very much a push-over when it comes to taking responsibility (Sentinel shoves him under the bus on MULTIPLE occasions and he still doesn't say anything). In my AU, it was Sentinel and Elita who were brought forth to answer what happened. Elita is more bull-headed and stubborn than Optimus and I doubt she'd let Sentinel throw her under the bus. So, they were both punished since neither would admit to being at fault. Plus, I think, out of the 3, Ultra Magnus could recognize that Optimus and Elita were the better candidates for Magnus rather than Sentinel. So, he gave Sentinel and Elita an equal punishment to seem like he is fair, but in reality, it's so that Elita kinda still has a back door into getting back in.

But then Rodimus appeared and I think he is now the best candidate, so that's why he takes Rodimus everywhere and gives him valuable experiences. You may have noticed that Rodimus, unlike Sentinel, is actually fairly diplomatic. Ultra Magnus recognized that Rodimus would be willing to learn and has done so well. Rodimus is definitely still immature off to the side (because I love his LL and MTMTE self), but he's serious when he needs to be.

Don't worry about sending too many asks! Like I said, I love answering questions about this AU!

[mha-cuties-pls]

One Last Look.

Pairing: reader x Dabi | words: 1k | rating: T |genre: emotional/romance

Bonus Chapter for: ‘Stolen Hearts.” Read Here

Each day seemed to pass by slower than the next as your stomach swelled to the size of a large balloon; it looked like you were a cartoon character who had eaten a watermelon in one bite.

It was becoming a bit more uncomfortable than you had originally imagined.

“Dabiii,” you whined, not moving from the position you had been occupying on the couch for the past day or so. Stretching your arms and feet out a bit, you sighed contently under the warmth of the plush blanket he had gotten you; it was cheetah print, your favorite.

“Yes, my love?” His voice carried from the other room over the TV show you were watching. Walking in to face you, you watched as he put on his jacket and grabbed a hat;

was he leaving you again already?

“We’re out of popcorn.” You said with a deflated look on your face, “I was going to ask you to get me some, but it looks like you already have plans.” The last of your words came out with a ‘huff’ as you turned your nose away from him and crossed your arms over your chest.

An exasperated sigh left his mouth while he made his way over to where you sat, “baby,” he said, voice smooth as he took your hands in his, and he convinced you to finally look into those ocean blue eyes that mesmerized you so much. “Baby, listen, please; you know I have to go out and do my job with the guys sometimes,” then, you watched him crouch down on his knees, and cup your swollen stomach tenderly in his hands as he laid his face against it and said, “but I will always make it back to you guys. Do you understand me?” The feeling of his voice vibrating on your stomach felt good, like you were more at ease.

He was using his serious voice; it made you smile.

“Of course we understand you, daddy.” You joked, smirking at him while you said it. You knew he loved it when you call him that. “You don’t always have to be so serious about everything.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly come by you by honest means,” Dabi grumbled as he shoved his feet into his heavy boots by the door, “so, forgive me for being a bit overprotective.”

Rolling your eyes, you walked up and threw your arms over his shoulders, capturing him in an embrace before he was able to go.

“You think it’d be okay if I went down to the store and got it myself?” You asked, looking up through your lashes, hoping it would win you a few extra points. He hasn’t been so generous letting you out lately, which you suspect is because of your current gestational state but; The time you spent here could get so boring sometimes, and you missed going to the supermarket.

Though, Dabi stood silent for a moment as he stared back at you in contemplation. “Okay,” he finally muttered, “but Ashahi is driving you.” Which meant basically you’ll have one of his right hand guys breathing down your neck the whole time, but the excitement of getting to go to a supermarket overshadowed any other feelings.

“Thank you!” You quipped happily, “I’m going to freshen up quickly then I’ll be ready to go!”

And as you carted off to your room to do whatever it was, Dabi watched you with a warm smile.

…

Walking down the aisles of fresh produce, you were suddenly so glad you decided to stop at a farmers market you had seen a sign for around the way. Being able to see all the fresh fruits and vegetables and other commodities sold right to you is something, you didn’t know you missed. And it feels good to be back.

It’s funny, you thought to yourself, the last time you were at one of these things was with-

“_____?”

You froze. That voice, it couldn’t be-

“_____.” He said, his voice barely a whisper, and more somber this time.

But you couldn’t ignore him; you had to look.

Your eyes were wide as your mouth hung open; there, when you turned, was Shouto.

Standing there.

Staring.

And then you two just kept standing there, staring. Not saying anything; not until you grabbed your stomach instinctively, and watched as his face paled.

Oh no.

“Is…” he started, his face starting to twist up, “is that…” trailing off, his dual colored eyes left yours, becoming fixated on your pregnant belly. “Is that his?” He finally whispered, disgust dripping from every word; and it made you freeze up.

You just stood there, like a deer in headlights, looking like an absolute chump while you sat across from him.

Fuck, you screamed internally, you couldn’t believe this was happening. That he was seeing you like this; it was weird, it was like looking back at another life. You almost remembered what it used to feel like when-

Thankfully though, you felt a strong, but friendly, presence grab your arm and pull you away from the area quickly; it was the guy Dabi sent to watch you.

Turning back once more to look at him, you watched Todorokis face as he slowly disappeared into the sea of the crowd as you were guided into your car.

You never thought you would see him again. It sent a pang through your heart; you even felt a bit wistful. Maybe times weren’t as bad as you thought;

The door was shut behind you quickly, taking you out of your trance and you gazed out the window as Asahi drove you away in the quiet luxury of his private car.

Releasing a sigh, you realized how glad you were that Dabi had forced him to come with you in the first place. And you just couldn’t wait until this little excursion to the store was over and he finally came home so you could see him again.

He was right of course, you didn’t need anything else in the world, but him.

Besides, as the pregnancy progressed you realized that perhaps you could use a few of his little henchmen, who run around trying to hard to impress him, rubbing your swollen pregnant feet. It’s the least they could do for the woman carrying his precious little creation.

“Do you think he’ll follow us, miss ____?” His henchman asked, a worried look in his eyes as he checked the mirrors frantically as we drove away.

“No,” you said without another thought; though it didn’t matter what you said, Asahi was already making a move to alert Dabi.

But as you drove away, you knew he wouldn’t try to follow you. You saw the look on his face.

He was broken;

And it was all your fault.

[ryker-writes]

Jaxon Crowley's Birthday Interview

(Image made with this picrew)

Jaxon Crowley's masterlist

Happy Birthday!

Ah...thanks.

You look nice! It's not often we see you dressed in white.

For good reason. It's not my color. I much prefer darker clothes, but apparently you have to dress like this if it's your birthday.

Is someone making you wear it?

Not exactly. If I was being forced, I simply wouldn't do it. But...Riddle and Deuce were hounding me about it being necessary for my birthday.

So you wore it for them?

...

I wore it so they'd stop hounding me about it. Clothes hardly matter to me anyway. I could wear scraps and I'd be fine.

But doesn't it feel nice to be dressed for your birthday?

I've never particularly cared for my birthday. It might as well just be a normal day.

Do you normally not celebrate your birthday?

No. I've never seen much of a point to it. Though I usually don't have people who want to celebrate it with me either. Even when I was younger, my birthday was never a big deal.

I would've thought Crowley would've thrown a big party for you.

When I was really young, he did. Though the parties got smaller as the years went by. Can't say I mind it too much.

Has he said anything to you today?

He not-so-discreetly shoved a card under my room door that had some guitar picks inside with some designs on them. Leona caught him trying to sneak out of Savanaclaw.

That was nice of him. Have you gotten any other presents?

Deuce got me some sunglasses for the bright lights, Leona got me some new golden earrings, Silver got me a star projector that even shows constellations, and Riddle managed to transfer a bunch of books, including textbooks, into audio form for me.

It sounds like each of them put a lot of thought into their gifts.

It's good. I much prefer things I'll actually use rather than stuff that will just sit around.

That makes a lot of sense. Now...I do have a few questions to ask you for the interview.

Go ahead.

If you could pick any student from Night Raven College to be your sibling, who would you choose?

That one's not too difficult. I'd pick Deuce. We're already similar enough, and he's not annoying. We get along pretty well and he's already similar to a younger sibling to me. If not Deuce, I'd pick the little fighter.

Little fighter?

Epel. He's the little fighter. Tiny, but he's got bite to him.

What's your favorite food?

Sushi. I generally like all kinds of seafood, but sushi is the best. Especially nigiri, even more so if it's shrimp. Anytime I go to the Mostro Lounge, I get some type of shrimp.

What about your least favorite food?

Avocados. They taste disgusting. My mother used to try and get me to eat them all the time when I was young. I guess hating avocados is one of the things me and my dad have in common.

Can you tell us more about what your parents were like when you were young? Perhaps a different side to the Headmage?

When I was really young me and him used to get along. But I was so young that I hardly have any memories of it. I spent most of my time with my mother or the ghosts of Night Raven College.

You know the ghosts well?

More like they know me well. They've known me basically my entire life. In fact, I spent a lot of time in Ramshackle. It was a nice area to just relax. I had hoped I could relax in it again when I returned, but then I found out about you and the cat...

You're always welcome to come over!

I'll keep that in mind.

I only have one more question for you. If you were to join any dorm other than Savanaclaw, which dorm would you choose?

Probably Ignihyde. Those guys know how to keep to themselves and they aren't very demanding. No one there is going to try and boss me around. Ignihyde students barely talk to me now anyway.

Alright! Thank you for the interview! And happy birthday again!

Yeah, thanks.

Bonus Special Ryker Facts About Jaxon!

Jaxon is probably my favorite oc out of them all. I have many ocs in many different universes, but I carry Jaxon with me to almost all of them. There's a Genshin Impact Jaxon, Honkai Star Rail Jaxon, Legend of Zelda Jaxon, DnD Jaxon, and so many more! He originally started as a vague concept of an oc, but developed into a full fledged oc about a year ago! I thought I'd share some little facts about Jaxon that we didn't know, or I haven't fully dived into yet!

Jaxon's original design was much different than he is today. In fact, he was originally made for the DC comic universe. His first design looked a bit different, but still had the core parts of his personality and his delinquency arc. His early design actually had wavy black hair and light blue eyes. In his early designs, he actually had a sister named Sophia who also had black hair, but brown eyes instead. She often tried to set him on the right path and was very stubborn, but was one of the few people he cared about.

Another thing I wanted to mention about Jaxon is his struggles with schoolwork. This is something that's very consistent regardless of what universe he's in, and there's actually a reason why he struggles so much. Jaxon has dyslexia, but teachers in the past just sort of gave up on him or found him too difficult to work with, and he pushed them away. Because of this, he never officially got tested and still struggles with it sometimes.

Jaxon's character is one that I've always felt works best in my favorite dynamic of light and dark, or the good and bad dynamic. While Jaxon isn't all bad, he certainly has a lot of negative traits and a lot of trauma weighing on his mind. While he's capable of functioning on his own, he wouldn't do well with someone who is equally as negative as him. That is why Jaxon leans towards people who are seen as good or more positive. It balances him out well.

He's by far my favorite oc and I will forever be grateful for all of you for supporting my writings about him, and loving him just as much as I do! It always makes me so happy to see you guys enjoying him, talking about him, or even making artwork of him! It really makes me feel so special! And we've made it to a year since Jaxon's official creation! It's odd because I almost feel like he's my son and he's growing up so fast. It's amazing to watch how he's developed in this past year, and I'm very happy with him!

[ask-bright-labs]

Episode 5: Nightmare.

Paintbrushes POV:

When that Clover guy left the lights went dim. So i guess that means we have to go to sleep? This is like a prison, not like i would know anything about being in prison of course. I hate how far away Lightbulbs room is. Fan and Test tube get to stay together, same with Marsh and Apple. Hopefully i get to talk to her in the morning, i should get some sleep. I walked over to my bed that looked like concrete. I sat on it expecting it to be hard but to my surprise it was kind of bouncy. Maybe this won't be so bad. My eye lids slowly shut as i rapped the thin blanket around my body.

Later..

My eyes slowly opened again, but it was dark. It's not morning yet.. I try to sit up but. But i can't move my body. I can't move at all. Is this a dream? What's- The door to my room opened slowly. I can't see who it is, they're holding something. I keep trying to move as the dark figure gets closer and closer to me. What do they have. What is IT. It's.. It's a syringe. Not too big it won't kill me unless whatever is inside is something dangerous. The figure is getting closer with that damn needle, not a fan of needles. Is this thing really gonna inject.. whatever that is in me? Is this even real. No it can't be i've gotta be dreaming. This place is pretty scary, maybe this is just a nightmare. He's getting closer. You know if i just close my eyes he'll go away, right? Ugh. Ok i'll do it. I close my eyes and wait. He's gone.. He's- OW. Ow.. He.. My body is shaking. What just happened. He pricked me, He injected that shit into me. What do i- My eyes shut again.

The morning.

I awake with a massive headache.. That nightmare was ass. Its bright.. must be morning. I sit up while rubbing my forehead. I hear someone stomping near my door. "GOODMORNING." Clover burst into the room yelling. "Ugh.. be quiet already." I responded while getting up and walking out of the room shoving Clover. "Rude." Clover said. I walked into to the main room which was way brighter, no wonder my head hurts.

Apples POV:

That Clover guy sure is loud they seem pretty chill. Wheres Marshy? She must still be in her room. I should wake her up instead of Clover they might scare her.. "Hey Clover dude.. Could i maybe wake up Marsh?" I asked. "Hmmmmmmm. Nope. That's my job, not for silly ol' you!" Clover answered with a smile. "Oh but she'll get-" "WAKE UP" Clover interrupted yelling into marshmallows room. "AHH!!!!" Marshmallow Screamed. She basically woke everyone else up. "HOLY- What the hell was THAT for." Oooo Marshys mad.. "Its morning little miss. I had to wake you up." Marsh stood up and stared down Clover, Then she sighed and walked past him. "Sorry Marsh i.. i tried to tell him." I said. "Its alright Apple.. I'm just feeling really uneasy today.." Marshmallow said quietly.

Couple minutes later, everyone is now awake.

"Alright everyone. Since its everyones first day. We will all be taking.. PICTURES!" Clover said with glee. "So were taking mugshots.. great." Paintbrush said under their breath, but i could clearly hear. "Oh wow marshy! This seems like fun right?" I said while tugging on marshmallow. But no response. I look to my side where she is standing and shes just staring blankly at Clover with fear in her eyes. "uh.. ok." I said. I'm really getting worried now. Maybe she's just tired. Test tube was excited and Fan was being supportive. Lightbulb and Paintbrush were just standing next to each other awkwardly.. I thought those two were closer? They both look tired, Paintbrush more than Lightbulb. Lightbulbs always in a good mood no matter what though. Oh well. I hope Marshmallow feels better after these photos.

(no art today i typed this all on the computer lol, also wish it could be longer sad face)

[samutoru]

Basil x Reader - Blossoms | [ NOT REVISED ]

summary - Basil has a crush on you, and you have a crush on him. you were too afraid to tell him since you were afraid he didn´t feel the same. One spring day, you were walking alone home after school due to detention because of Kel. You found Basil at the front of the school, still dressed in his uniform waiting for you.

genre - fluff | warnings - none

word count - 1.2k

a/n : i posted the teaser for my sunny ff but i didn´t expect it to actually reach some of your guys´ attention :0 i´m still working on the first chapter- so here´s a little one-shot while you guys are waiting for the first chapter :)) Btw, this one-shot is inspired by Enhypen´s ¨Blossom¨ their newest jap single! - mint

the story is under the cut!

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It was a silent reading time and your friend/desk mate, Kel kept making jokes trying to get you to laugh. You were trying your best to ignore him, but it really didn´t last long.. Your teacher thought you were gossiping to Kel and she put you in detention for it.

¨Y/n L/n. Stay after school for detention¨ Your teacher called out.

You groaned and rolled your eyes. You gave Kel a ¨look what you did¨ death stare before going back into reading your book. He mouthed ¨I´m sorry¨ and didn´t bother you until the end of class.

When the final bell rang, Kel kept apologizing to you.

¨Y/n I´m so so so sorry!¨

¨Forget it.¨ You spat at him. He wanted to laugh for you being in detention but he knew it was entirely his fault for it.

¨I´ll buy you strawberry milk for the next few weeks! I´ll even walk you home!¨ Kel cried, he was basically on his knees begging for forgiveness.

¨If you say so, but that doesn´t change the fact you got me in detention.¨

¨Deal! Please Y/n, Please don´t tell Hero! I´m gonna get a big scolding from him AND Mari if you do! You remember last time, don´t you??¨ Kel begged.

¨Fine. Strawberry milk, you walk me home, and you have to do my math homework!¨ You told him.

Kel gasped in relief and hugged you. ¨Thank you Y/n! Bet! I´ll do that from now on!¨

¨C´mon, Y/n! C´mon, Kel!¨ Aubrey yelled standing in front of your classroom door with Basil.

¨Sorry guys, I´ll have to pass today.¨

¨Why?! You promised to go!¨ Aubrey yelled.

¨SOMEONE, got me in detention.¨ You sided-eyed Kel and gathered your stuff, shoving it in your bag.

Kel nervously laughed in response to your statement.

¨What?? Kel got you in detention? T-That sucks..¨ Basil stuttered. ¨D-Do you want me to wait for you?? I don´t mind waiting-¨

Your heart skipped a beat at Basil´s offer, but you felt bad making him wait for you, so you declined his offer. ¨No, I think I´ll be fine. It´s just a 15-minute detention away so-¨ You shrugged. ¨I´ll see you guys later, if not, I´ll see you guys tomorrow!¨

You parted from your friends walking to the detention room that was down the hall from your classroom. You just had to write your name down on the piece of paper and stay 15 minutes. It wasn´t as bad as you thought it would be, but you felt bad since you promised Aubrey that you would be hanging out with them at Sunny´s house since it´s been a few days since you guys hung out with all 6 of you guys together.

You sat down thinking about how you had these fluttery butterflies in your stomach whenever you thought about Basil. You were in denial about your feelings towards him. But, you´ve always told yourself that since you didn´t ruin your friendship with him. After those thoughts, you were scrolling on your phone, and as soon as your phone alarm went off you quickly grabbed your bag and left.

You were walking through the school hallway and corridor. As soon as you were at the front of the school, you loved how the scenery looked. The sun was about to set, and the cherry blossoms were floating and then it hit the ground.

You pulled out your phone and opened your camera app. You pointed your phone at the scenery and you hit the button. You were getting distracted and snapped multiple photos. Then suddenly, you heard a camera click and a flash went off.

You turned to the direction the flash came from and there was a Blonde haired boy, with a flower in his hair pointing his camera at you. You sighed in relief knowing that it was just Basil.

¨Basil! You scared me!¨ You whined.

¨Sorry¨ Basil nervously laughed. You began to run up to him and he snapped another polaroid of you. You noticed the gift bag in his hand but thought not much of it. You thought he received a gift from Mari so you didn´t suspect it.

¨Really?¨ You asked playfully giving him a pregnant stance.

¨I thought you looked pretty! It even came out pretty as well!¨ Basil giggled with a light blush on his face.

Your heart began to race when he called you pretty. ¨Lemme see!" You giggled going closer to him to show you the Polaroid. He moved the polaroid in your direction so that you were able to see it better.

¨I guess it looks good,¨ You said.

¨What do you mean ´you guess´ you look so pretty in this!¨ Basil encouraged you.

¨I don´t know what you see but, I´ll take your word for it-¨

¨Anyways- why are you here?¨ You asked him.

He laughed before answering, ¨I just wanted to wait for you.. I-I thought it would be nice to- walk you home.¨

¨Really? That´s sweet of you, you know- Kel agreed to walk me home! He was supposed to walk me home since he got me in detention!¨

You both began walking home, you two were giggling and laughing talking about the times you two used to walk alone.

¨H-Hey, Y/n¨

¨Yeah?¨

¨I-I have something to t-tell you¨ Basil said as he randomly stopped behind you.

You turned around to face him, ¨What is it?¨ You asked.

He looked at the gift bag he had in his hands and held a small bouquet of red lip roses for you to take them ¨I-I like you,¨ He said.

His ears were now red from his confession, he also had a light blush on his face.

¨Well,¨ You paused, you made eye contact with his blue eyes and you took the bouquet and the gift bag from his hands and wrapped your arms around his neck. ¨I do too,¨

¨Do you wanna be my boyfriend?¨ You asked him.

¨Y-Yes¨ He stuttered. You then let him go from the hug and pecked a kiss on his cheek.

You ran a few feet away from him in embarrassment from the little kiss you gave him and you left him standing there trying to process what happened.

You turned around to see your new boyfriend, stunned with pink cheeks and red ear tips. ¨Are you coming?! I thought you were going to walk me home!¨ You yelled at him.

He snapped out of his thoughts and quickly took another Polaroid of you, turned around, holding the bouquet he gave you. He ran to you giggling and he immediately held your hand as he was with you.

You two were now on the way home from school, being his girlfriend, him being your boyfriend, hands intertwined, and both giggling.

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AHHH I FINALLY FINISHED A DRAFT??? I have a sunny one-shot i´m still in the process of writing, but idk when i´ll be motivated to continue it LOL.

[thevaudevilledemon]

When I was a kid, I had a dream of a movie trailer for Night at the Museum 3

To be clear, this was not the Night at the Museum 3 we ended up getting, this was for a very different night at the museum 3 that I think would have been a lot cooler.

The dream was just of the movie trailer, and all it was, was Larry following an old giant panda that was mumbling about something (Honestly it was almost like he was speaking in slow motion with a couple effects on his voice), and then he stopped in front of a hew large doors, the camera zoomed or faded out to reveal a theatre marquee that flickered on and said "Night at the Museum 3" and then faded to black.

Remember in Night at the Museum 2 where they went through the room with paintings and photographs and each of them was moving, and they could even enter them? I think even my young child brain was thinking about expanding on that concept and every now and again, I'll just remember that I had a weird dream of a movie trailer for a Night at the Museum 3 that would never happen.

But what if it did... What if, for whatever reason, I was lucky enough to voice an idea for the third NATM movie? Well, I've done some thinking, and here are some points I've thought about recently about what this third movie could be like.

First off, of course it's set in a movie theatre, some local theatre wants to borrow the tablet for a big Egypt or mummy themed movie premier or rerelease and the museum lent the tablet over for the week.

Of course, Larry would be super worried about this because, remember that whole picture thing at the Smithsonian? Now imagine that with movies, so he tries to argue that the tablet should not go the movie theatre. In doing so, he blurts out that the tablet brings all the wax figures to life at night.

This is where it's revealed that Dr. McPhee knew all along that everything came to life at night, that he figured after the Neanderthals set themselves on fire, Larry wasn't suited for this job, but he managed to convince him otherwise. He wanted to fire Larry after he let the entire museum run out and almost turn to dust, but the publicity made him reconsider.

He would also toss in a throw away line about there originally being five Neanderthals or something.

He convinces Larry to go to the theatre to protect the tablet and hires some temporary night watchmen, who could be Dick van Dyke because, let's be real those cameos in the actual third movie were really nice.

The giant panda would have been an old theatre statue used for a much older movie, dusty and shoved in a corner to make room for other things, like a giant ape hanging from the ceiling, large metal bugs hanging over one of the aisles, mannequins with replica costumes, basically a lot of things that can go wrong tonight.

As night falls, Larry immediately looses control of everything, and all the theatre statues or mannequins are set loose, not outside, but within the film strips, all except for the old Panda.

Why a panda? Because Panda's are my favourite animal, so I'm going to work one into this pitch damn it!

The panda is... old, grumpy, but also sympathetic and does let Larry talk him into helping him track down everyone else.

Things go... about as well as you would expect, Larry and a Giant Panda trying to coax a giant ape, mannequins dressed like famous cinema characters, and some kind of super-hero to leave the film strips is... hilarious sounding.

After some failure, Larry gets a call of someone at the museum, maybe McPhee, maybe Cecil, and while Larry wants to say everything is under control, the Panda gives him a stare and Larry admits that things are a bit out of his control, and he could use some help, which they anticipated and have sent a truck over. This truck of course containing, Teddy, Sacagawea, Attila, Jed and Octavius, Akhmenrah, and of course, Dexter.

They arrive, manage to get some order restored, but then a lot of the film characters realize that they can pop out of the film, just like Larry and the others can, so that's exactly what they do. Now it's absolute chaos, and it's not just film characters either, cartoon characters pop out as well.

Now it's a race to get all the film characters back into their proper movies, some easier than others.

Teddy gets into a fight with Popeye, because I love these kinds of referential jokes.

Larry calls McPhee or Cecil for some more assistance, and he is slightly hesitant, but does go over. When he (whoever answers) arrives, the Giant Panda recognizes him, and it's revealed that the Panda had some other animal friends, but they all got turned into dust. This almost cost the museum a lot of money, but the theatre managers were able to be convinced it was a robbery of some sort.

Lots of apologies, coaxing and comedic hijinks later, everyone is back in their proper films. Save for one, one lone cartoon character who exits the washroom. I know this would have absolutely never happened, but I could just imagine Bugs Bunny just nonchalantly making the comments about how everyone managed to quell the chaos, without his help this time (He's a chaos god remember, he could have dealt with all of this in like... five minutes? Ten at most.) and just walks back into his film.

The giant Panda returns to his corner, the sun rises and everything is as it should be. The movie ends with Larry being suggested to train some potentially new night watchmen, and because I want to tie everything in together, Amy Adams is one of the potential recruits.

Of course, none of this makes a lot of logical sense, and... frankly probably would have been dumb, but damn it, I wanted to see a Night at the Museum movie that was set in a theatre, even though it's Night at the Museum, shut up.

I dunno, I had fun with thinking all of this, and I got to talk about one of my childhood favourite movies, and a weird dream I remember, so... win-win?