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agendabymooner · 1 year

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𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 !!! 𝐥𝐧𝟒 — 𝐨𝐧𝐞

☼ WHO TF IS LANDO NORRIS?

chapter summary: honey-sue is… honey-sue. she knows who she idolizes (and have a crush on; mason mount), she knows that she’s looking forward to getting the hell out of the university after two years of her masters degree program, and she knows that she doesn’t care about the formula one teams that aren't mercedes amg - she also knows she cares about mick schumacher.

so when her fans (who were coincidentally fans of the sports as well) began to ask her things about her lack of interest, more people (mostly just a group of british youtubers and a certain f1 driver) immediately shifted their attention towards the socially awkward woman as she and her brother got invited to a party in monaco hosted by an f1 driver. newsflash: it wasn’t hosted by either lewis hamilton or george russell.

content warning: use of explicit language, chatfic + tweets, mentions of social anxiety

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HONEY-SIUUUUU

jideeee 😚😚

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

who dis?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

stfu you know this is your best girl stop capping

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

no? idk who you are

HONEY-SIUUUUU

so if i were to say that i told simon about you using his towel to clean up the mess you made in his room then you wouldn’t be phased about it?

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

naw fam i’m all jokes 😭 don’t tell simon

what’s up, honey??? can’t pay your rent this month?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

oh har har 😒 we all know who’s most likely got more money in her savings

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

and we also know who’s most likely to get someone anything she wants because that someone refuses to use her money on any stupid shit for once

HONEY-SIUUUUU

fuck off i’m being practical. at least i haven’t lost my money to crypto

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

ouch ok. i’m hurt 😒

HONEY-SIUUUUU

anyways. I GOT MY FINAL GRADES BACK 😭😭 I WANNA TELL U FIRST BC I FEEL LIKE YOUD BE MORE EXCITED FOR ME

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

ong??? holy shit, that’s fast. did you make it to the president’s list???

HONEY-SIUUUUU

ok but what do i get when i tell you the result? /jk

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

a pat on the back and congratulations? 🤣

HONEY-SIUUUUU

i’m expecting for something more than that but as long as you’re fulfilling your promises i’m solid

BUT ANYWAYS I GOT THE ONLY 4.0 AND PRESIDENT’S LIST 😭😭😭

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

HOLY SHIIIIT LEZGOOOOO

smart ting you are what the fuckkkkk

happy for you honey!!!!! 😮‍💨

lowk wish i’m there rn to celebrate that with you and the mandem 🙃 stupid boxing trainings

HONEY-SIUUUUU

ugh don’t even worry about it jj 😁😁 i was just v excited to share this to u

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

i’ll make it up to you i promise!!! i’m hella proud of u and ur ability to not even have a breakdown during those days ✊

i gtg tho 🙏 congrats again bro! lmk when ur graduation’s gonna be and what u want for this. i’ll ttyl

HONEY-SIUUUUU

forget about it jj— i was just joking when i said get me sumn

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

it’s a good thing i don’t listen to you whenever you tell me not to get you something huh?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

that’s just your guilt from calling me a sket on harry’s diss track.

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

haha just tell me what u want and i’ll get it sorted out as soon as possible

HAROLDINHO

oi honey

PLONKER

oi harold

HAROLDINHO

i’m at the mailbox rn

u got a package

PLONKER

gee do you ever wonder what the mailboxes are for? 🤔🤔

HAROLDINHO

i was going to bring it upstairs but i guess never mind 😒

a simple “oh really? thanks harry!” would suffice

PLONKER

just get up here and bring it 🤡 you could’ve just brought it up instead of texting me

what’s so special about it that you had to text me before you get up here n e ways??

HAROLDINHO

i dunno. something about it screams fancy.

did you get any bag by chance because this seems a bit too expensive

PLONKER

i don’t buy expensive stuff online???

can you come up so i can open it?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

JJ ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!

LIKE YOURE NOT PULLING MY LEG? AND HARRY’S?!!!

IS THIS REALLY MONACO GP?!

JJ YOU BETTER RESPOND NOW OR IM GONNA BREAK IN YOUR HOUSE AND I KNOW WHERE YOU PUT THE KEYS TO YOUR LAMBO

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

sorry i was on the gym

don’t break into my house

and yes??? you said to get you something right?

HONEY-SIUUUUU

yeah but i was joking 😭😭

this is so cool

but this is expensive. do you take paypal?

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

no tf 🤣

as i said. i’d get you anything you want. but you didn’t tell me what you wanted so i just asked the boys

HONEY-SIUUUUU

you never should’ve listened to harry lmfao

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

lol it was vik and simon who recommended we get you and harry those tickets lololol

i was like “hmm idk what to get her” so they were like get you a trip to monaco or something. they specifically said get you a paddock pass for mercedes

so like go see your michael schumacher or that ken doll you showed me

HONEY-SIUUUUU

jj babes 🤣🙃 mick is in haas

and the fact that we’re taking your jet too 😭😭 you didn’t have to go all out on me

but seriously thank you thank you thank you

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

letting you know as well that will, filly and chunkz are coming along. they got passes from mclaren and all that. it'll be a full plane lol. so it won’t be as overwhelming for you and harry to go alone

HONEY-SIUUUUU

no way?!!!! MY FRIEND FILLYS COMING ?! 😭😭

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

yeah lol

so you have fun in monaco. everything’s been paid for by your personal bank account

HONEY-SIUUUUU

ugh my personal bank account is so fucking amazing

i could give ‘im a lil kiss on the mouth rn 😮‍💨😮‍💨

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

naw don’t do that i don’t think your brother would like that

lmk if there’s anything else you’d like i’ll see what i can do 👍😉

HONEY-SIUUUUU

a little kiss of appreciation on the mouth for you?

SUGAR DADDY JAYJE

no 🤣🤣🤣

RIABISH

hey! i hope this isn’t so weird but you’re honey-sue right? wroetoshaw’s sister?

HONEYSUE

uh hi.

yes it’s me. it does say it on my username and bio. sorry if this is very rude.

RIABISH

no no! all good haha!

i just wanted to confirm! we got the information from will about you. i’ve known the sidemen and your brother but when he mentioned you were coming along to the race in monaco i had to look you up :)

i’m ria btw! i happened to be acquainted with him and filly bc we collab’d with them before. quadrant?

HONEYSUE

i’ve heard of you guys before because will spike a lot about you lots.

RIABISH

all good things i hope 😉

HONEYSUE

haha. yeah.

nice to meet you

RIABISH

likewise :))

we’ve been told of you because apparently you got lucky with ksi getting you free tickets and trip to monaco for the race

HONEYSUE

yeah idk.

i don’t watch formula one as much as i used to years ago. i don’t know much about who’s racing now and whatnot except from whatever’s happening with merc

RIABISH

oh… not at all?

not even mclaren?

HONEYSUE

no. this will be the first time i’ll be watching in a while.

RIABISH

you seem very nice!

listen, will and filly said you’re all flying in at the sunday before the race week begins. lando’s got will, filly and chunkz paddock passes and they’re all hanging around with us quadrant lots for the week.

would you and w2s be interested in coming with us? take you around monaco and get to know each other better since we all live in london and all :))) lando’s been wanting to meet harry for a while so him being in the monaco gp would def work out for all parties. lando will also be hosting a party in his flat in monaco. what do you think??

HONEYSUE

to be honest you’ve lost me at the first message. if you don’t mind— can i ask who lando is? i’m not like any sidemen people— i don’t watch f1 as much as i used to.

i’ve heard of his name before. but that’s because there are people on my twitter saying he’s made references about my videos and songs and whatnot.

i really don’t know who he is

RIABISH

ah right.

that’s alright ;)

lando drives for mclaren and he has the driver number 4. he’s actually one of the members of quadrant. he races and all that! that’s how will and the lots got their passes lol

HONEYSUE

oh okay.

about the invitation.

i think it’s ideal you ask my brother or shoot him a message in insta about it.

he’ll gladly answer

thank you for the offer. i’m sure he’d say yes. i have to go sadly. i’ll talk to you later!

RIABISH

okie. ttyl 👋

MINI HARRY

you absolute knobhead

you call me socially inept all the time yet you’re out here trying to get me to talk to people?!

WILLIAM²

wdym?

oh my god. i am so so sorry

i didn’t think ria would actually be sending and shooting a message to your way

MINI HARRY

you know what

i don’t even care

whatever it’s not like i’d be talking to them anyway.

WILLIAM²

if you’re talking about not being around them during the week nice try.

because harry just said he’d come along with us in monaco before the race. so the chances of you being friends with the quadrant lads are high.

i’m not sure if it’s just me but lando’s more than excited to meet you. harry just ok’d that you two would hang out with us.

MINI HARRY

oh my god. does anybody in my circle ever use their brain?!

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l0verf0rever · 1 year

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can we get a like angst/ fluff with jude where they are broken up but both still love eachother and just thought it would be better for them tk break up. then they like both see eachother in Mykonos and have a one night stand but neither want it to be a one night stand and have like a little heart tk heart when they see eachother out the next day. 🫶🏻

𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 | 𝙅𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙢

{ Social Media Au! | Jude Bellingham x Reader }

Angst, Smut, Fluff

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Current

3 Months Ago you’re Boyfriend Broke up with you

Stalking each other story and it usually goes to nowhere scared to talk to each other but both still asking how each is doing through friends

Friend arguing about how the girl He’s linked with looks like you haven’t really found anyone wishing at least to be on speaking terms

they advice you to get out there so You can find Someone they brougnt you to Greece to party and get drunk and have ‘great sex’

Greece , Mykonos.

User1: Bro jude fumbled this girl?

Replied User2: Real 🤡 moments

User3: hope they get back together i can feel it

Replied User4: me when im delulu

User1: isn’t He’s ex at mykonos too?

Replied User2: manifest~~~

User2: i miss Y/n and Him

Replied User3: Real

User4:He looks so good

User5: Not him getting too used to pretty women when Y/n Is literally won awards and well respected athlete 😔 gotta keep these guys in check

Replied User6:if she can get broken up with we can too😭😭😔😔🥲

you miss him in a way you two spent time together curled out together in You’re own two worlds during vacations

Remembering the things he said still hurts in a way nowadays stalking each others stories and leading to nowhere hoping he’ll talk to you

Crying you’re self to sleep trying to keep yourself together seeing pictures of him everything felt so confusing questioning yourself why’d you even bother going here just to see him again? Relive the heart ache? Feeling like the foolish one

[Tomorrow came and the morning left it was night you never ever felt ready ]

You felt like no one knew you look at him with Another girl chugging another drink while she has him the bitter taste down you’re throat

you’re friend whispered “hey isn’t he judes teammate? I think you should talk to him he’s been looking at you from the start” you walk to him almost tripping

“are you okay?” He catches you on time he’s charming smile He’s hand on you’re hip enjoying each others company

you smile “ you’re performance was really good its like not tennis at this point” complimenting each others skills “you watch my Matches?” You asked “yeah actually my little sister looks up to you “ he smiled looking at you’re eyes sparkles “i forgot my name was Alexander just call me alex”

Judes eyes could pierce through the skin he felt a sense of jealousy looking across the room cause he miss you missed each others kiss those girls cant give what you had with him cant remake the feelings you both had and sure ass hell Alex can’t

You were at the bar alone alex left and felt someones hand holding you’re wrist dragging you to He’s room “Jude stop what are you doing?” He still doesn’t budge “jude stop “

Leading you in Hes room hes face near yours “you have a girls leave me alone ” He locks the door

“we aren’t even a thing please do this so we can call it even” You do still miss him “fine” He started to making out with you Missed this holding hes hands holding your body He’s hands removing you’re dress leaving you just in you’re bra and panties he ruins you’re make up and making Hickeys on each other and till both of you reach you’re highs

“I love you know that right?” Hes eyes on you as the sun rises “i know i miss you” He carried you bridal style to clean you Fell asleep

woke up to an empty bedroom feeling disappointed that you let him get you easily it hurts to have something everything felt sad without him you see He’s text

“ Meet me at the boat “ Hes devilishy handsome looks as you walked to him felt nervous “i want you i don’t want to be a another night stand i don’t want anyone else just you” its everything you ever wanted happened

User1: WAR IS OVERRR

User2: 🫶🫶🫶

You’re hands on he’s hair both of you blush being at each others arms again for forever and always.

THE END.

I Kinda struggled writing this and i don’t think this is my best but and i really like this concept actually and i listen to multiple songs for inspiration and hopefully you guys like it thank you for reading.🫶

#social media au #jude bellingham x you #football x y/n #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham fanfic #football x reader #football smut #football x you #football au #football social media au #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham fluff #l0verf0rever #jude bellingham angst #jude bellingham #football #soccer

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flowerandblood · 1 year

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The White Flame (Part 5)

[modern! rockstar • Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader]

[warnings: sex content, domination kink, smut, sexual tension, fluff]

[description: Aemond is the bassist of the band whose leader and vocalist is his brother. The whole band decides to use the marketing and design help of their guitarist's friend. The story is an interweaving of domination, desire and slowly burning feeling.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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As soon as Aemond entered his family home, Aegon ran down the stairs to him, speaking while looking at him incredulously.

"Are you serious?!" He asked, clearly concerned and amused at the same time, as if he thought it might be a joke after all. Aemond took off his leather jacket and hung it on the rack without even looking at his brother. "How could you not tell me?"

Aemond rolled his eye.

"You're the last person I want to confide in." He said as he took off his shoes and headed to the kitchen. He saw Helaena standing there, listening intently. Apparently, she'd already found out too, but unlike Aegon she wasn't about to bombard him with questions. Aegon followed him.

"But when did this happen? You two practically don't talk to each other!" He said, apparently unable to understand what had led to such a sudden change in their relationship. "You slept with her and now you feel guilty? You're going to stay in a relationship with her for a week and then start fucking your cute fans again?"

"No. And no." He said indifferently, opening the fridge, searching for something to eat. He took plain yogurt out of it and searched the drawer for a clean spoon. He took the lid off the yogurt wrapper and licked it.

He shivered as he remembered how Bunny had licked his thumb. With the last of his strength he dissuaded himself from imagining her wet lips and pink tongue on another part of his body.

Aegon watched him, arms folded, leaning against the table top. He looked at his brother expectantly and sighed heavily as he realized that he would get nothing more out of him.

“I really like her. I wouldn't want you to screw it up and ruin the atmosphere in our band." He finally said what had clearly been on his mind from the beginning. Aemond ignored his words as he continued eating.

"I like her too. And I don't want to screw it up either."

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The next day at rehearsal Bunny told Momo everything. Although Mathylda had a lot of doubts at first, she calmed down when she heard Bunny told him what she was afraid of. What worried her the most was that several female fans started writing private messages to Bunny. She only showed them to Momo, not wanting to upset Aemond and the others.

"You should show it to him. If you want to be with him, you can't keep secrets from him from the start." Mathilda said, adjusting her glasses impatiently. Whether Bunny wanted it or not, she had to admit she was right.

In the interval between two songs she approached him hesitantly and he immediately noticed that something had happened. He pulled the guitar over his head and took the cigarette out of his mouth.

"What is it?" He asked rather coolly, but Bunny knew him enough to know that he was most likely just nervous about what she wanted to tell him.

"Can we talk in private?" She asked quietly, and he gave her a surprised and concerned look. He nodded and they walked down the hall to one of the utility rooms where they had locked themselves.

Aemond looked at her expectantly. Bunny unlocked her phone and showed him the screenshots of the messages without saying a word. Aemond thumbed through them silently, his face tightening more and more in frustration.

There were several messages, but they all had the same overtones.

"You're just pretending to be so cute. We all know that you don't deserve him. 🤡🤡🤡"

"Don't waste his time, you don't suit him at all. 😒"

"Enjoy it while you can, he can fuck well, I know something about it. Enjoy. 🥵”

"Did you take him for pity or what? 🙄"

"Stupid cunts. Fuck!” He growled, turning his head impatiently, clearly not believing what he was reading. He was shocked that he knew pictures of each of the girls who were first in line for his autograph. One of them pestered him so long to fuck her that he finally did it. Now he wished he hadn't talked to them at all.

"Don't text them back. They're just waiting for your reaction. Don't give them the satisfaction." He said calmly and she just nodded, swallowing softly.

He finally looked at Bunny; he could see that it all hit her. He had guessed that being with him would be challenging for her, but he hadn't anticipated the results.

He wondered for a moment if he had done the right thing by announcing their relationship on social media. He thought after a moment that he had the right to do and see who he wanted and no one had the right to bully him or his girlfriend.

He extended his hand to her, and she, surprised, took it after a moment. He pulled her closer and she placed her hands on his chest. Aemond cupped her cheeks and lifted her face to look at him. They looked at each other thoughtfully for a moment.

“Tomorrow after our concert there will be an After Party at Black&White. Will you come with me?” He asked conservatively. Bunny looked at him in surprise.

Sometimes she stayed at their concert parties, but always with Momo. She never sat with the boys at the same table, at least not all the time. Bunny wondered if this was supposed to be some kind of date. She blushed at his proposal.

"Yes... yes of course. Very willingly." She said and smiled warmly. Aemond looked at her intensely. His thumb brushed the skin of her cheek.

"My sweet girl." He whispered and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. He leaned in and brushed her lips lightly, teasing her without kissing her fully. Bunny opened her lips in invitation, and for a moment they brushed their lips together, feeling each other's hot, quivering breaths. Bunny wanted to kiss him deeper, but each time he pulled away, not letting her. She moaned softly in helplessness.

"Tell me what you want, babygirl." He murmured, brushing his thumb against her wet lips, swollen with desire. She looked at him embarrassed and swallowed softly.

"I want you to kiss me like the first time we kissed." She said softly and moaned into his mouth as he immediately pulled her face close to him and slipped his tongue between her lips. Their lips pressed together in a lustful, hungry kiss, as if they wanted to devour each other.

They moaned into each other's mouths as their tongues licked each other's tips and touched, entwining in a shameless, wet kiss. Aemond dropped his hand down and slid it under her skirt. She took a deep breath but didn't stop him.

Encouraged, he touched the fabric of her panties, and she shuddered and moaned. He pushed the fabric away with his finger and moaned loudly, feeling how wet she was already for him. He felt his cock throbbing painfully in his pants, demanding attention.

"Do I affect you so much, my sweet Bunny? Do you want it that much?" He purred, rubbing her clit painfully slowly, spreading her wetness around her entrance. Bunny parted her lips slightly, moaning softly into his mouth, her whole body trembling under his touch. The thought of what he could have done to her was driving him insane.

Bunny clenched her hands on his T-shirt, apparently demanding more intense caresses, but he did not accelerate his movements, quite the opposite. He peeled away from her mouth with a wet sound, his fingers only slightly teasing her hot, wet cunt.

"Words, my little one. Use words. I want to hear it." He spoke calmly, his voice trembling slightly. It amazed him how much he was affected by what he saw. Bunny shivered all over, had trouble staying on her feet. She looked at him imploringly.

"I... Aemond, I want it so badly." She mumbled softly, desperate, feeling the heat spreading over her lower body and unbearable tension. A slight smile appeared on his face. His fingers pressed harder around her clit and began to massage her in an intense, steady rhythm. She moaned loudly in pleasure, surprised.

Aemond felt he couldn't stand it any longer. He removed his hand from between her thighs, grabbed her hips and lifted her, placing her on one of the couches. They both began to breathe louder, feeling that what they both wanted for so long was coming.

Aemond and Bunny quickly took off their boots. Bunny gasped as she felt him pull off her skirt and panties. Her heart was pounding like crazy, her juices were running down her thighs, she felt her whole inside tighten with thirst.

Aemond stared at her with dark, elusive eye as he unbuckled his belt. She lay in front of him only in her soft, large sweater and long, pale wool socks that fell to the middle of her thighs.

"Do you know how often I've imagined this? You lying in front of me like that?" He asked in a low, dangerous voice, his whole body quivering with desire. He knew that if he didn't get relief soon he would go mad. He leaned over her and she immediately pulled him to her. They kissed hungrily, their tongues dancing wildly together.

Aemond pulled away from her, breathing fast. "Do you take birth control pills?" He asked quietly.

Bunny blushed and nodded quickly. A smile appeared on his face that made her shiver. He unzipped his pants and slid them down. Bunny's mouth parted and she leaned back, feeling his tip pressing against her entrance, teasing her slightly.

"Do you want it, little one? Do you want me inside of you?" He asked in a low, guttural voice, and she clenched her hands on his back, spreading her thighs in front of him, unable to take the strain any longer.

"Yes, please, I need this…Ah!" She moaned loudly and threw her head back as she felt him enter her suddenly, deeply, almost to the end. She could feel him throbbing all over, he was so big he was filling her completely. She tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let her, holding her hips in an iron grip.

"Easy, little one. Just take it. You'll get used to it soon, I promise." He whispered softly, not moving an inch. How tight she was surprised him, and he had to wait a while to just not come inside her after a few thrusts. He stared at her with his mouth slightly parted, he tought that's how he imagined it.

He slid deeper into her, to the very end and found with satisfaction that he was completely inside her. He brushed her lips and she kissed him back, shivering with emotion beneath him, breathing heavily.

"Look how well you take me. How your sweet pussy clenches on me." He purred contentedly, their kisses sticky and chaotic.

He began to move slightly inside her, and she moaned into his mouth, feeling him rub against the spot that gave her so much pleasure. He moaned low as he felt her hips begin to respond to his movements, her hands tightening on his shirt. They both started panting loudly.

Aemond rose slightly, crouching on his knees, holding her hips, and set a faster pace that had both of them moaning loudly. His cock disappeared inside her and reappeared with a wet sound as their bodies slapped against each other.

Bunny gasped as she felt him lift her sweater slightly, exposing her small, soft breast. His thumb began to press and play with her nipple, and she moaned softly, feeling that she was close to fulfillment.

"You're gonna make a real mess of my cock, aren't you?" He panted, thrusting into her fast and hard, his hips setting in an intense, brutal rhythm. He felt he was on the brink. Her muffled moan answered him.

"Yes, Aemond, I'll make you feel so good, I promise, please" She sobbed loudly and leaned back, squeezing her eyes shut, her orgasm so strong she lost touch with reality for a moment.

"Oh, God, Bunny" He moaned low as she tightened on him with her orgasm. He leaned in helplessly and came hard inside her, his semen flowing out of him in hot waves of pleasure. He had never felt something like that with any other woman before.

"Fuck!" He groaned helplessly, moving inside her for a while longer, both panting loudly, relief on their faces. Aemond fell on top of her, and she hugged him tightly. They both felt their hearts pounding. Aemond, lying inside her, thought he no longer knew where his body began and hers ended.

"Everything all right?" He finally asked quietly after a few minutes, feeling that he fell asleep in her arms.

"Yes."

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bettyfrommars · 1 year

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Stop the World and Melt with You//Part 3

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

In this part, reader meets the Nancy Wheeler and Joyce Byers of this au, and starts to feel a bond with Eddie as you navigate the Twilight Zone episode you are in. You also find out what happens when you try to leave this place called Hawkinsgate.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: reader feels lost and confused in general, talk of being an outcast, feeling misunderstood, mention of having a period, lots of 80's nostalgia, eventual smut (I think) but not for a while. Word count: 4.3k

🔸currently posting with my clown shoes on because this is the second Eddie series I have going 🤡 I really adore and appreciate the three of you who have been reading this, I know it is a little "out there".

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When you came out to lock the door of your motel room, you looked up at the ornate, brass, number ‘8’ and noticed that, at one point, someone wrote a ‘6’ right after it in permanent black marker. Another someone clearly tried to clean it off as best they could, but only succeed in fading the dark green paint down to a grass green. Claudia was locking up the lobby and putting a sign in the window that gave a number to call if you needed any assistance, and she waved at you, but then she looked you up and down, and her face pinched.

“You’re not going somewhere tonight, are you?” She shouted to you from halfway across the parking lot.

“Um, I’m meeting someone?” You posed it in the form of a question as if to see how she felt about it before you decided to get in your truck and drive the short distance instead of walking and having to answering more questions.

“Well, be safe. There’s a strict no noise policy after 9pm here, so no parties in your room.” She had a ring of keys on her wrist and her hands on her hips.

“I won’t. I mean, there won’t be. We’re just—”

But Claudia was already on the other side of the door, locking it, and waving goodbye to you.

Again, your eyes did a sweep of the empty motel parking lot; even the Police Blazer was gone now.

There were shallow puddles of water in the pavement from the rain earlier and you watched the reflection of the red MOTEL sign on the roof disappear into ripples as you stepped in it with your boot.

Eddie was already sitting at a booth in the diner when you walked in---in fact, you’re pretty sure he saw you from his window seat as you approached, because he was already standing up to greet you when you came in the door.

“Welcome to Newby’s,” a small, brunette waitress greeted you immediately, bending down to grab a laminate menu from the side of the wall. “Just one for this evening?”

You looked over and Eddie had his arm up, motioning you over. “She’s with me, Nance,” he called to the waitress.

The long diner had booths to the left and right, with a row of bar stools at a counter ahead of you and a kitchen beyond with what looked like a mom and a pop back there making the food. The place was getting busy, with only a few open booths available. The waitress looked you up and down, smiled uneasily, and then motioned for you to go ahead and continue down the linoleum aisle.

You scoot in across from Eddie, the vinyl seat squeaking as you go. Eddie had his hair down, and it was still damp from his shower; he wore a tattered denim vest and leather jacket on top of a clean, white t-shirt, and your eyes went right to the jewelry on his hands that you hadn’t noticed before—there were chunky, metal rings on his fingers.

He points to an item on the menu in front of you, and his face is serious. “They make the best homemade mac n’ cheese I’ve ever had in my life here.” He pauses and then, your gaze follows his finger up the length of his arm to meet his warm, hazelnut stare. Something about the eye contact flusters him and he loses his train of thought, but then he squints at you. “But why do I take you for more of a liver and onions kind of girl?”

You make a yuck face and wrinkle your nose, and he snorts a little laugh.

Running your finger down the menu, realizing you might need glasses soon, something odd catches your eye. “What do these letters next to the dollar amount mean?”

He lifts up out of his seat a hair to see what you are pointing at. “Oh, that means four dollars or ‘T’ for trade,” he points to another part of the menu. “And the ‘OT’ means trade only.”

“Well, I checked my wallet again just before I came here,” you gave a nervous chuckle. “And there are no more mysterious daffodils in there.” You scratched your head, listening to the preposterous things that were coming out of your own mouth.

Eddie sat back and winked at you as he reached into the front pocket of his denim vest. “Don’t worry, I got you. Dinner is on me tonight.”

With that, he procured a stack of ten or twelve Garbage Pail Kid cards and fanned them out, showing them to you covertly, as if they were hundred dollar bills. He raised both of his eyebrows several times to accentuate that the two of you would be living high on the hog for the evening, before tucking them back into his pocket and snapping the button closed.

A different waitress came by and you ordered the Mac n’ cheese Eddie had suggested; you could tell he was pleased that you went with his suggestion. He ordered a burger with waffle fries and a chocolate milkshake, and you weren’t sure why—but you hadn’t expected that. A soda maybe or a beer, but a milkshake? It was so wholesome in contrast with his persona.

You both ate in silence for a few minutes, each of you ravenous. Once your stomachs started to fill up, you whispered across the table at him: “Why do I feel like everyone in here is staring at us?”

He pushed some of his burger into the side of his cheek with is tongue like a chipmunk and leaned forward to whisper back at you. “Because they are.”

You turned your head to find the girl he called ‘Nance’ and one of the customers at the counter both looking at you as they talked. Their eyes shifted away immediately once you caught them.

Eddie swallowed his bite. “They’re staring at you because you’re here with me, and they’re staring at me because I’m here with you. Get used to it if you ever want to hang out again, sweetheart.”

Now, none of that made sense to you, and the confusion must’ve registered on your face, but the idea of seeing Eddie again made your heart flutter in its cage.

He wiped his mouth with his napkin. “It’s a stupid thing, I know, but we’re not supposed to...fraternize much with Visitors.”

You had a lot of questions, but you asked the obvious one first. “How do they know I’m a...that I’m not from here?”

Eddie gave you a patient look, as if the reason should be obvious. “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with you, okay?” He assured. “It’s just...your hair, the way you dress, the fact that you’re staying at the motel. Most of these people have been here for so long, they can sniff out a new person right away.”

For a second, you felt like the proverbial sore thumb, like you had this throbbing, red bubble around you to let everyone know that you didn’t belong. You were a foreigner as Eddie had put it earlier. But, what you didn’t realize at the time is that—you were used to feeling that way.

“So,” you took in that information and pushed your shoulders back, trying not to appear like you cared about any of the spying eyes. “What about me with you? Why would it be a weird thing for me to agree to have dinner with you?”

Eddie picked up the last piece of his food and looked at it pensively, and then realized he was too full and put it back down. He scooted his plate to the side and put his arms on the table, interlacing his fingers. “The thing is, I’ve never fit in here either,” he opened his hands and looked at his palms. There was a lot more to the story, but he didn’t feel comfortable talking about it right there in the middle of the diner, maybe another day, if he ever saw you again.

You pushed your plate to the side as well and Nance (her name tag officially said Nancy) came by to collect them, and asked if you needed any refills. You both declined and Eddie asked for the check.

“I’m really grateful to you, for this, for...dinner and everything,” you stammered. You felt like it was time for you to both go your separate ways, and you weren’t ready. You weren’t ready to stop asking questions, and you weren’t ready to...say goodbye to Eddie. You felt your mouth drying up with anxiety, and you took the last sip of your tea through the straw; it made an audible sucking sound.

Eddie didn’t want the night to end, either. In his mind, he was panicking: should he ask for a dessert menu? He was full, but he’d have something with you if it meant you would stay. Should he walk you back to your motel? No, he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable—he was a stranger to you, after all. What about bowling? He could ask if you wanted to try the bowling alley next door or…? Nancy put the check down by Eddie’s arm and it forced him out of the trance he was in.

“You know what’s weird?” You asked, pulling your sweatshirt sleeves over your hands so that only the tips of your fingers were visible.

“You mean, besides everything?” Eddie gave you a wide-eyed, crazy look, and it made you giggle; forgetting, if only for a second, that you were stuck in some episode of The Twilight Zone. He looked down at the check and started sifting through his Garbage Pail Kid cards. He pulled out a ‘Duncan Pumpkin’, a ‘Manny Eater’, an ‘Undead Ed’, and a ‘Jay Decay’. He also pulled out some coins that looked like they were from the early 1900’s. You gasped and picked one up to see it closer.

“Where did you find these?” One was dated 1927.

Eddie shrugged, as if they were as common as mosquitoes. “You’d be surprised at the stuff that shows up here. Someone’s trash ends up being our treasure, I suppose. I’m still not entirely sure how it works.”

He noticed how you were looking at one of the coins. “You can keep that one if you want, I have a ton of them back at my place.”

You thought about it, only because, it was a rare coin worth a lot where you were from, but here, in Hawkinsgate---it didn’t seem to have much perceived value.

“Thank you, that’s okay,” you set it back down in the pile.

“What was it you were going to say?” Eddie interlocked his fingers again on the table.

For a second, you feared that perhaps you were losing your short term memory as well, but then he prompted you.

“You were about to tell me what you thought was weird, and I interrupted.”

“Oh,” you remembered. But for some reason, now you felt shy about saying it out loud. “I was just thinking that you feel really familiar to me. Have we met before? I mean, before today?”

Eddie unlaced his fingers and drummed them on the table softly, nodding, biting his lip. He had been thinking the same thing. Certain things you said, and the way you looked when you said them, were plaguing him with multiple instances of de ja vu.

“I highly doubt it,” he adjusted the collar of his jacket. “But anything is possible, I guess. You ready to get out of here?”

You each put your hands in your pockets as you shuffled outside, both dragging your feet, both of your mind’s racing on how to not let the night end. You stood under the awning as the rain drizzled, the sky threatening to burst open in a matter of seconds.

Eddie took a chance. “How about I drive you back to the motel?”

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He parked his van next to your truck and turned the engine off because you were still going through his cassette tapes and he didn’t want to rush you. He also liked watching your face as you picked up each one to look at it---you were almost as excited as when you were looking at the coins.

“I haven’t seen these albums on cassette tape in...well…” you stopped short, picking up a few that came out in the ninties/early 2000’s, including a few you’d never heard of—and were almost certain had never existed. The sleeves were warped from water damage and a few of the plastic covers were cracked or broken. You should’ve been glad to see them, because it let you know that you weren’t trapped back in time. The thought occurred to you that Hawkinsgate was a place, and not a time.

“I found those,” Eddie told you with pride, answering the question before you could ask it.

“In the same place you found the coins?” Anyone else might have had a hard time wrapping their brain around the idea, but you were fascinated. His van smelled just like you imagined it would: clean, Irish Spring scent, mixed with vanilla, cigarette smoke, leather, and just a whiff of mold after a rainy season.

“No, princess,” he turned in his seat and stretched one of his legs down between the two seats. “They are usually in the abandoned cars we find and have to tow back to the junkyard.”

...abandoned cars…lost things...someone else’s trash…

You looked down at a mix tape that someone had made that said, “Sandy Loves Roger”, and then a bunch of handwritten song titles in blue ink that were too water damaged to be legible.

“Eddie?” Your voice wavered.

“Yes?” He returned in a sing-song way.

“How many Visitors like me have you met?”

“A few.”

“10? 15?”

He shrugged. “Hundreds, I think.”

“Hundreds?!”

You hadn’t been prepared for that number, and your reaction made him wish he had told you that he simply wasn’t sure, instead of giving you a number. Maybe this place was like those vortexes where balls roll up hill and magnets stop working.

“I’ve never taken one to dinner though,” he picked at something invisible on the steering wheel. “Some of them end up here for years, and some for only a few hours.”

You were staring at the dash in front of you now, your thoughts far away, trying to pinch a bubble of a memory before it floated away or broke. “Do they ever get their memories back while they are here?”

“Not usually until the end,” he cringed at his wording. “I mean, not until right before they go back.”

You looked down at the handful of cassette tapes in your hand. “Tomorrow I’m going to have to try and get back home, wherever that is.”

“I know,” Eddie swallowed. If you were still there in the morning, he knew you would try—everyone did.

“But I promise to come by the garage and say goodbye,” you smiled halfheartedly, but you couldn’t look at him.

Eddie turned to you with a genuine smile. “I’d really like that.”

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In the morning, after getting some coffee from the lobby and eating a stale granola bar that had been stashed in your purse while watching an old Bugs Bunny cartoon, you showered and packed up your truck. You used the last one of your tampons and made a mental note to stop at the next grocery store you found to replenish. You locked up your room and drove over to park in front of the lobby to drop off your key and pay for the night.

Claudia gave you a concerned look when you told her you were checking out. “Well,” she took the key you were holding out to her, but kept her palm flat and didn’t close her fist around it. “Would you like me to hold the room for you, just in case?”

“That’s okay, I really need to get back,” you fumbled with your bag to get your wallet out, forgetting for a moment that it was empty.

“Back where, hon?” She meant it genuinely, but you had to look up at her to make sure she wasn’t being sarcastic.

“I’m not sure, but I’m just going to go back the way I came and get back to the freeway,” you said with all of the confidence you could muster. “Are there any internet cafes around here?”

Claudia looked almost offended by the question. You opened your wallet and, with a flood of relief, realized that your unused credit card with the $500 limit was still in there. The ID and the cash and the debit card were still gone, but at least you had something to work with.

You shook your head apologetically for expecting her to know what an internet cafe was. “Do you happen to know a place where I could buy a phone?”

But to that question, she had an answer. “There’s one over there you can use,” she told you with an enthusiastic expression, pointing to the payphone that was just inside the door. But then, she remembered that you were a Visitor, and she put her elbows on the counter, moving her fingers to make a rectangle shape as she talked. “Or do you mean one of those handheld devices with the computers in them?”

“Yes,” you were excited that she understood. “I need to get one of those. Do you know a place?”

“No, sorry,” she stood back up to make room for another cat to walk across the counter.

You tried to pay for the room with your credit card, but Claudia showed quite a bit of interest in the bracelet you had on, and so you traded that, and a can of half empty hairspray, and an unopened palette of six eye shadows for your stay. You weren’t attached to any of the items, so you felt like you got it for a steal.

Claudia stood in the window and watched you go, putting the key to your room in her pocket for when you came back.

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There was an older man with gray hair at the pumps filling up another car when you pulled in. You drove right by him and over to the garage side of the building that had two open bays. You could see Eddie’s legs sticking out from under a car, and so you turned the engine off and tried to sneak up on him.

As you tip-toed into the bay you could hear Black Sabbath playing from a boombox on a nearby chair, and then the sound of a wrench turning and bolts tightening. You were just about to kick the bottom of his foot when---

“Don’t even think about it,” he said, giving you a start. And then he used the heels of his feet to roll out from underneath on the creeper, his hands braced on the bumper, and gave you a smile. “You must think I’m dumb as hell,” he teased. His hands were covered in dirt and grease, and there was a smudge of black on his cheek.

“I didn’t know you heard me drive up,” you wrapped your arms around yourself and waited for him to stand.

Eddie got to his feet with a bounce in his step, holding the wrench he was using in one hand. “Oh, I could feel you coming a mile away, sweetheart.”

It was a playful flirtation, mostly a joke, but it was also true.

Without realizing what you were doing, you stepped forward to cup his face in your hand and used your thumb to wipe some of the dirt off of his cheek. “Sorry, there,” your eyes met, and something stirred in you. His breath caught in his chest, grateful for your touch.

Flustered, you moved back, clasping your hands behind your back so that you wouldn’t be tempted to touch him again.

“I guess this is goodbye,” you told him. “And thank you again, for everything.”

He couldn’t lie, the fact that you hadn’t evaporated in the middle of the night made him happier than he should be under the circumstances.

“Take care of yourself,” Eddie told you. “If you need anything, you know where I’ll be.”

“I’ll come back to visit.” It was a promise you didn’t know if you could keep, but you wanted it to be true.

“I’ll be here,” he gave a chuckle, hooking his thumbs in the pockets of his coveralls.

You looked both ways and turned onto the highway, headed back in the direction you had come the day before. It was still overcast, but the sun was bright behind the clouds, and the rain had ceased for now. You flicked the radio on to Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now by Starship and took an unsteady breath as you drove down between cornfields, feeling like you were back on track; grateful for a new day, and looking forward to getting back to your life. Whatever that meant.

The two lane highway seemed to go on forever without any turn off or side roads, and you swore that you came off the exit ramp not too far down from Gary’s Garage. You reasoned that it had been pouring down rain, and you were...sad about something...so maybe you had driven for a longer distance and didn’t realize it.

45 minutes later, all of the radio channels went to static, and you pulled off to the side of the road to catch your bearings. You were the only car on the road that entire time, and at one point, you thought you saw a stop sign up ahead, but it ended up being a red piece of clothing hanging from a mile marker.

You swallowed back your fear and frustration and kept going, continuing to turn the radio dial, hoping for a song or some sign of life, but the static persisted.

“How do I not remember all of this corn?” The fields of tall, green corn stalks were endless, and you were sure that there had been tall trees at some point in your journey the day before.

God, you must’ve been really out of it that day.

Almost two hours later and you hadn’t passed a single street sign. The numbers on the mile markers were all out of order and didn’t make any sense. At one point you realized that there must’ve been some turn off that you missed, but it was too late to go back and find it, and if you just kept going, you were bound to run into a freeway or, at the very least, another town.

Later that day, after pulling over to weep frustrated tears several times and shout muffled screams into the palms of your hands, your heart leaped as you could see up ahead that the corn ended and turned into a cluster of trees. There were outlines of buildings and telephone poles: signs of life!

You pressed the gas to the floor, whispering “we did it we did it we did it” to your truck, choking on a sob of joy. You entered the city limits and wiped your eyes, glad to see an official speed limit sign. You passed by a friendly looking park and a Family Video, and then there was a quaint downtown area with a Radio Shack, and a general store. You yanked the wheel to park in front of the general store, because you were scared to know how well that one tampon was holding out, and you hoped to hell that they had a bathroom.

The woman named Joyce who worked there said they didn’t have a public restroom, but at second glance, she could tell that you were in a bad way, and said you could use the one in the break room. There were only a couple boxes of tampons on the shelf, and all of them were different brands and sizes. You had a weird feeling in your gut, but you disregarded it.

You tried to pay for the tampons and a bottle of water, but Joyce wouldn’t let you. She put her hand on top of yours, looked directly into your eyes, and what she said made the hair stand up all over your body. “Listen, I know it must be scary. But you’re going to be okay. Everything will be okay.”

She looked around to see if the other coworker on the opposite side of the room could hear her, and then she lowered her voice again, pushing the merchandise toward you discreetly on the counter. “These are on me, okay? You take care of yourself while you’re here.”

“...while you’re here…”

You were afraid to ask her where “here” was, and you wanted so badly for her to hug you and tell you it was all just a dream. She was just that type of person; the type you knew gave really tight, genuine hugs.

By the time you recognized Newby’s Diner and the Grove Motel from the road, you weren’t shocked to see them, in fact, a strange, empty resolve had begun to settle in you, one born of exhaustion, hunger, and mind-bending fear.

Later that night, on his way home from work, Eddie saw your truck parked at the motel again, and he felt guilty for being glad. He had this urge to check on you, to console you and let you know that everything would be okay—but he didn’t want to lie to you. There were two strands of your hair left on the passenger seat in his van, and he planned on leaving them there, just in case one day the rest of you didn’t exist, at least he would have that.

#eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #fem reader #80s nostalgia #80s

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thesandsofelsweyr · 9 months

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WIP Wednesday Thursday

TY @mrsd-writes for tagging me!

Tagging: @deepwithintheabyss @ladytauria @1dragon-mustard1 @disniq @zeroducks-2 💕

Here's some dialogue between Joker and Jason from "Death & Resurrection" (WIP title). This snippet isn't very dark—the torture is only implied 🤡

“Hmm. This is probably gonna get a bit messy,”Joker muttered to himself. “Don’t want to have this suit dry cleaned again. Arkham orange is not a good color on me. Washes me out, y’know? Ah, here we go!” Jason hears the snap of latex gloves being stretched over hands. “Now, to find the right tool for the job. Garden shears might do. No, too unwieldy. This is a delicate procedure. A bone saw perhaps? Nah, not enough room here for the sawing. Need to borrow one of those smaller electric gizmos they got upstairs. Hey Siri, add ‘surgical saw’ to my shopping list.”

“Ok, added.” a muffled female voice replies.

He’s got a fucking phone in here. The inmates really are running this goddamn asylum.

“That’s my kind of woman! No whinging about the patriarchy or that one time I tried to blow her up because she was getting too clingy. Just does what’s she’s told, no questions asked. Only speaks when spoken too…”

“Hurry the hell up, Clown.”

“Shh! You can’t rush an artist at his art.”

“Oh it’s so nice to have my old Jason back!” Joker giggled. He was fucking giddy for someone who destroyed the “old Jason” in the first place. “I never thought I’d miss that rabid pup so much. Maybe you can bite me again for old time’s sake?”

“Gladly. Untie me and I’ll bite your fucking ear off like I did that other asshole.”

“Tempting,” Joker said flatly. “Truly. But first… Oh look, there it is! My handy dandy scalpel. This should do nicely, yes indeedy. Say, did you miss your old friend?”

Jason winces. The cuts on his back and chest seem to come alive with fresh pain.

“Can we get this over with already?” Jason spits, trying to mask the rising panic that’s bubbling up inside him. This maniac is seriously gonna do this.

Joker sighs, then: “If only you had been a good pup and obeyed your master it wouldn’t have come to this.”

#my wips #wip: death & resurrection #series: ruined #my arkhamverse #jason todd #robin #joker #arkham knight #arkhamverse #arkham asylum #dcu #wip wednesday #batman arkham knight #jason todd fanfiction

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sugarpsalms · 27 days

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💞🤡✔️?

💞 Who's your comfort character?

Hmm if we're talking of all time, it's Armand Vampire Chronicles 😅 he's been caught in the spin cycle of my mind since I was 14. Honorable mention to Grell Sutcliffe tho. I got deeply into Black Butler after a breakup 12ish years ago and imprinted on Grell HARD. Like to the point that the next time I needed new glasses, I got red ones and just. Have continued to do so ever since. Now and then people are like "oh, red ones again?" and I literally start sweating because I FEAR they will ask follow up questions lmaoooo

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Oooh it's got to be one from Won't You Come Out Tonight? (a lil 'i have too many stars in my eyes to realize you're flirting with Me' Barto/Luffy fic I've been working on for a while). Greater context for this scene is that Barto has been on the Sunny all day, missing signals left, right, and center, and for the last couple hours specifically has been trying to play it Very Cool whenever Luffy touches him.

Nami frowned. “How much?”

“More than usual, given that this is a local festival month. Prices for everything have gone up across the board, but,” [Law] held a hand up, cutting Nami off as she started to argue, “you’ll be happy to hear that lodging is taken care of."

“Taken care of,” Zoro repeated. “As in?”

“Free. I cashed in a favor.” When the swordsman’s brow quirked, Law added, “It won't be luxurious. We'll be sleeping four or five to a room, but the bedrolls will be clean and we’ll be fed and watered. With a few hours’ notice, we’ll also be allowed to use the host’s private bathhouse. What’s more, they’ve graciously agreed to house us for two weeks.”

“Two weeks?!” Luffy leaned around Barto, practically falling into his lap. The hand that wasn’t plastered to Barto’s side latched onto his thigh. “Oh man, how’d you pull that off, Torao?”

Trafalgar glanced aside, opened his mouth, then clicked it shut again. He took an uncomfortably long look at how Luffy was sitting. Barto flushed from his cheeks to his chest, watching Law watch Luffy’s fingers grip him.

“It’s like I said,” Law responded eventually, “I cashed in a favor.”

Luffy snickered, not worried about how he was sardined against Barto, or about what Law must be thinking, or anything at all. Figuring he was worried enough for both of them, Barto risked looking around the table, relieved to see that no one else was paying attention.

Luffy: *touching pawing playing with Barto's coat sleeves falling into his lap like a cat*

Barto, sweating bullets: oh man...he doesn't know how this looks....poor guy, someone's gonna think...not ME though, I would never think 👀 but someone might...hope they aren't looking...

Law: 👁️👁️ <- bearing merciless witness

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

BIG fan of mutual pining, so that almost always features. Also, if I can sneak in letters I absolutely will. High stakes trust exercises also; oh, and sudden flips of power dynamics. Short list of things that make me dizzy and so I subject everyone else to.

#sugar scribbles #ask game #scream hi hello thanks!

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blackjackkent · 6 months

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✨🛒🤡✍🏻🎶 for the writing meme! However many of those or few of them you would like I just got overzealous choosing so 😅

(Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask)

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

Ah, the dreaded self-compliment. XD I am not good at these.

I think I have gotten quite good at character voices - making them accurate to canon, hearing them in my head, distinguishing them from each other, playing them off each other. Most of my fics are very dialogue heavy and so I think my facility with this makes them stronger by far and I'm proud of that. c:

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

There are probably a lot of different answers to this (this is one of those questions where I would love to get a reader's perspective as well). Off the top of my head though - the vast majority of my fic writing falls within the theme of missing scenes - expanding on canon moments or scenarios that could have extra depth to them, filling in gaps not covered by the main story, etc. I enjoy playing with moments where two characters connect over something subtle/non-obvious that they have in common (all of my fics about Jaheira and Karlach's friendship are variations on this for instance).

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

In trying to answer this question, I have looked back at my fics and realized that while they often have a lot of humor in them, it's not really laugh-out-loud funny so much as sort of muted and laced through. Honestly, some of my best humorous moments have been in the shorter banter things I've written as part of my liveblogs - this interchange for instance always makes me smile still, and the conversation at the end of this post also.

I do get a kick out of the mental image of Lae'zel yeeting Buddy out of the tent in "Owlbear Vignettes". And I'm also proud of the lightheartedness of Peyter's introduction in "The Two Sides of the Coin" (a fic which is otherwise quite sad):

“Peyter! Ah, stlarn --” Jaheira sneezes and thumps a fist lightly against the wall, shaking her head to clear it. “Peyter, do you never clean this place?” “What good? It only gathers the dust again.” His high, cheerful voice has no immediately obvious source, but drifts from somewhere within the massive stacks of battered books and shelves of trinkets that crowd the small room on all sides. “You should know, Jaheira, that people are going around saying you're dead again.” “I am - I have merely decided to come haunt you in particular,” Jaheira says dryly. “I should be so lucky.”

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

I do! The lovely @cindymeltzer has beta'd a number of fics for me - which is increasingly generous given I'm deep in the Baldur's Gate hyperfixation hole currently, a set of games she has not in fact played but lets me hurl feels at her about anyway. XD

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I don't really. I'm one of those people who has to turn the music down to think clearly, especially if it has lyrics. XD

#ask meme #istibaethoriel #thank you for the ask! :D #sorry it took a min to get the answers out haha #these were fun to think about

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scarefox · 7 months

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me, with a little flue and migraine: best timing to give my rabbit a full body bath with the new rabbit soap I bought yesterday + blow-drying him forever because rabbit fur is a bish with it's underlayer 🤡

We did it. Had to throw in my last painkiller midway tho.

And now these two fur clowns finishing the rest. Drying the last bit of water out of the fur by licking him all over... don't question rabbit logic

(it's only the outer layer fur that's still damp no worry + it's warm in the room)

But I am glad Maya started to clean him again now that her own illness got better, she's more social and cuddly again.

*don't bath / wash rabbits if not needed it sucks for everyone cause it's a struggle (but looks cute not gonna lie). He can't clean himself anymore and the warm water helps to relax his muscles

idk I think at one point during the first weeks of him having spondylosis to this point he can't walk properly anymore, he stopped caring and takes whatever comes? Maybe it's rabbit instinct to just "give up resisting" at a certain point of illness, because in the wild he would have gotten eaten by now or starved (he is not in that mindset anymore now I guess, he got used to it all). He lets me hold him however as long as it doesn't hurt his back or lets me do anything now. So bathing him is not even that horror event for him as it would have been like 1 year ago. But he understands by now that I help him with the things I do. The blow-dryer is still scary / uncomfy for him. I generally let buns sit freely on a towel on the ground when i blowdry them. OR I hold them up my chest which is easier and more comfy for but means I get wet. And depends on the bun if they see you as some sort of save place (these buns will climb you at the vet too)

not pics from today but that's how we do every time

+ Bonus, him trying to do it himself (with my support cause he can't sit up alone) he hates being wet but he also hates being dirty and stinky so we have to keep up some hygiene :')

the wet fur and shaky legs make him look more miserable than what he actually is 😅

#my bunnies #rabbit with spondylosis #rabbits #bunnies

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isagrimorie · 8 months

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From this writer’s WIP ask game

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Once again more than a sentence, here is an excerpt of my Picard-era!Seven of Nine WIP. A post-Stardust City Rag story, where Seven starts reconnecting with the Voyager crew:

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“What are you doing here, Seven?” Janeway asked as soon as the door closed. She eyed her former crewman, she had seen photos of Seven through the years, of course. Seven’s changed so much from the Borg drone Janeway liberated to this ragged Fenris Ranger, the biggest jump from her appearance was her hair. It was once so poised and coiffed, now it was loose and wavy.

Seven had studiously evaded all of Janeway’s hails and attempts at reaching out, Janeway knew Seven had kept minimal contact with the crew. Janeway knew Naomi was one of the few how managed to keep in contact with Voyager’s Prodigal Daughter.

But it wasn’t after Icheb’s death that all the changes Janeway can clock happened: the worn leather jacket, the loose, wavy hair, the bags under her eyes. She is so far from the Seven Janeway knew whose ultimate goal was perfection.

“Its done.”

“Done?” Janeway repeated, frowning, “What do you—“ she paused. “Icheb’s killer.”

There was only the slightest of flinches. “Yes.”

“You know I don’t approve.”

Seven walked towards one of the console tables, picking-up one knick knack and the other before saying: “I’m no longer part of your crew, Admiral.”

Janeway wanted to dispute this, Seven would always be part of her crew. As far apart as the crew have dispersed, she has never lost sight of her crew, and while Seven was harder to keep track of, her exploits as a Fenris Ranger has made her particularly infamous.

“But you are my friend.”

This stopped Seven’s restless fiddling and for the briefest of moments, Janeway saw an open, vulnerable expression on Seven’s face. It reminded Janeway of the first time anyone displayed kindness towards her.

“What are you doing here, Seven?”

“I needed a place to lay low.”

“And you thought the home of an Admiral of Starfleet is the best place to hide?” Janeway said, incredulously.

“Yes.”

Janeway could say a lot of things right now. So, so many things. But she saw how pale and withdrawn Seven was. “When was it you last regenerated?”

“I don’t need to regenerate as often,” Seven said, her stare intense. Other people would look away but Seven kept her gaze fixed on Janeway. Janeway forgot how it was to be under Seven’s unblinking gaze.

Seven never liked sleep and Janeway remembered how often she had to order Seven to rest and regenerate when she’s gone over 50 hours of nonstop work.

Janeway sighed. She was too old to for whatever this was. “If you’re staying, Seven, stay but remove your boots. I just had the carpet cleaned and you're tracking mud.”

Seven’s eyes flicked down to her boots and she had grace enough to look chagrined. “Sorry.”

“There’s a guest room on the left, let’s talk in the morning.”

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🤡 How many Wips are you actively working on?

I’m working on more than five WIPs from different stories. 😭😭😭

❤️ Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

Awwww thank you!

#seven of nine #kathryn janeway #star trek #star trek voyager #star trek picard #my writing #fic ask game #ask game

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3lji · 11 months

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hello beloveds and happy friday 💗

i hope your week has gone well and that you’re safe and warm! i have had some small misfortunes but that’s okay lol. tomorrow i’m going to sleep in and take it easy 🥹 idk about you but honestly getting to clean my room at the weekend is like my favourite thing 🤡 it’s gotten very cold here so i might have a bath and get super cosy. i recently started to watch the new interview with the vampire series and i love itttt - but can’t finish it lol.

i’m so desperate for a new chapter but also never prepared. recently i’ve been thinking about an AU in which tianshan maybe just- missed one another. as in maybe they didn’t meet up again or there were misunderstandings between them 👹 and they come back together again at some random point in the future, older, both still hurting, maybe one of them (tian lmao) has even had a failed marriage or long term relationship. but then, it’s just like - nothing changed. and they come together but as older, more beaten up versions of themselves rediscovering love again! 😭

but also can you imagine in canon how much tian misses mo when they’re not together. i think he texts mo whenever he can and calls during a coffee break and when he’s home he needs some physical touch to make him feel right again. mo wouldn’t ever admit he needs it too.

what are you planning for your weekend?? 🥰♥️

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borathae · 1 year

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First of all… SIBI WHERE IS YOONGI?! IS HE ALRIGHT?????! WHERE’S MY BOONGIE IM SO WORRIED FOR HIM, I wouldn’t be this worried for him if Frederick wasn’t involved in this I DONT TRUST THAT MAN AT ALL, and please it would completely break me if something happens to him and oc still hasn’t had an honest conversation with him, she would feel even worseeeeee gosh maybe, just maybe, I’m overreacting because just like our queen oc I’m an over thinker but for real reading that Yoongi left with that man and didn’t come back made my tummy hurt 😫😫😫😫😫please boongie be ok😫😫😫😫😫😫

My vmin 😭😭😭 my soulmates omg Sibi their honest talk broke me so much 😩 did Jimin not stay the night with Tae after they slept together in the past? Because sweet Taetae was surprised to find him still there with him and I just went like noooooo by sweet boy 😩 Jimin is really trying to be better for him I’m so happy but what do you mean he didn’t apologise for shit for four hundred years?! Of course Tae would get emotional over that 😭 and not him asking jimin to be nice with the rest of the group because he loves them and they are their only chance at finally having a family that cares for them 💔😭 the only thing that these two little idiots (said extra fondly) need it’s affection, lots of affection and they will get it! ❤️‍🩹🥺😭 I’m truly happy that Jimin now is truly starting to understand that he has nothing to be scared of and that he has people that are willing to care for him if he changes his bad habits 🥹 also not him trying to apologise with the rest of the family by gifting them things that he knows they will like in the most awkward and confusing way for everyone jsksksksksksksksk I want pinch his cheeks even if he would probably slap it way and cringe at it like a child, cutie just trying to be a better person 🥹

And I just want to hug my sweetest boys Kookie and Tae for being there to comfort oc and call out her overthinking ways, like both of them telling her once again that there’s no way Yoongi is angry at her for what happened, kook gently pushing her to talk to Yoongi because he knows that’s the only way she’ll stop worrying AND because he doesn’t like seeing them act distant, and Tae telling her that she’s projecting and forming an image of Yoongi that’s not real and being like “you do realise that Yoongi has killed even more people right? He’s understanding he wouldn’t be angry at you for something that was necessary” like GIRL please your boyfriend is the most understanding being in the whole universe 😭 maybe Kook will have to try pull an “attic ambush” on them again 😭 I love how understanding and respectful Yoongi is when it comes to no pushing her to talk if she doesn’t want to, but PLEASE just this time I need him to sit her down and tell her “I know there’s something you are not telling me, and that’s gonna change now or we are not leaving this room because I can sense your fear and the way this is hurting you, so let’s talk” I just know the way you are going to write the scene when they finally come clean it’s probably gonna make me cry hsksksksksksks

On a side and final note I LOVE when Kook calls her Baby???! It really does something to me sjjsksksks I love that cutie so much, my lil vampire bunny 🥹

Wonderful chapter as always Sibi, I’m so excited (AND WORRIED 😬) for the next one! and I’m sorry if this ask is a little all over the place, it’s 3:30 am here and my eyes are begging me to please go to sleep 🤡

-Shy anon

OKAY BUT THIS IS SUCH A VALID WORRY TO HAVE HELLO??? WHERE IS YOONGI AND WHY IS FREDRICK STILL SOF UCKIGN SUS???

did Jimin not stay the night with Tae after they slept together in the past? Because sweet Taetae was surprised to find him still there with him and I just went like noooooo by sweet boy 😩

No, sadly he didn't :( he barely even gave him aftercare (except for the times they were alone and Namjoon wasn't influincing them aka the night Jimin talked about remembering and their year on the farm)

and not him asking jimin to be nice with the rest of the group because he loves them and they are their only chance at finally having a family that cares for them 💔😭

YES GOSH THIS PART WAS SO :( idk Tae sounded so full of childlike hopefulness and istfg I wanna protect him!!!!!!!!

also not him trying to apologise with the rest of the family by gifting them things that he knows they will like in the most awkward and confusing way for everyone jsksksksksksksksk I want pinch his cheeks even if he would probably slap it way and cringe at it like a child, cutie just trying to be a better person 🥹

HE IS SUCH A CUTIE ISTFG PLEASE LOVE HIM :( he is so !! please protect ajfdsfj

kook gently pushing her to talk to Yoongi because he knows that’s the only way she’ll stop worrying AND because he doesn’t like seeing them act distant, and Tae telling her that she’s projecting and forming an image of Yoongi that’s not real and being like “you do realise that Yoongi has killed even more people right? He’s understanding he wouldn’t be angry at you for something that was necessary” like GIRL please your boyfriend is the most understanding being in the whole universe 😭

YES YES YES YEY YES Istfg them being heri voices of reason throughout this chapter sAVED my worrying ass :( they were both so understanding and gentle with her whilst still doing what was necessary for her to "get a grip" istfg best boyfriends ever :(

maybe Kook will have to try pull an “attic ambush” on them again 😭

IMAGINE HOLY FUCK IMAGINE 😭😭

I love how understanding and respectful Yoongi is when it comes to no pushing her to talk if she doesn’t want to, but PLEASE just this time I need him to sit her down and tell her “I know there’s something you are not telling me, and that’s gonna change now or we are not leaving this room because I can sense your fear and the way this is hurting you, so let’s talk” I just know the way you are going to write the scene when they finally come clean it’s probably gonna make me cry hsksksksksksks

NO BUT I AGREE fnasdnf like we can't even be mad at him, because his respects towards her is so fucking hot and healthy and yet I am over her pulling a Kookie and thinking to myself "just be disrespectful for once and tell her to talk LIKE PLEASE YOU LOVE EACH OTHER" jfjadjf

On a side and final note I LOVE when Kook calls her Baby???! It really does something to me sjjsksksks I love that cutie so much, my lil vampire bunny 🥹

S A M E I get flutters all over whenever he calls her baby fjadsjf it's like he is this cutie babyboy who "just exists" for a while who then goes all like "remember that I'm her boo too, so imma be real cute now" :( istfg he is such a MAN I love him :(

#asks: magnus venatio #asks #shy anon #reviews #when sad

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diaryluvvrrr · 3 days

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Soooo

Ended up going to Lainey ! Yayyy also my new job started my background check on Wednesday and I still haven’t heard anything - is that normal yall. Im nervy cause what if they saw the fanfiction and ran.

My bank is being weird asfuckkk, they keep saying I have a loan and I don’t? And ofc I got news of this Friday and they’re closed for the weekend 🤡 I said I didn’t really want to call, just go in and my dad is convinced I’m hiding something? I sent an email so we’ll see

And ANYWAY I took my cosmo test yesterday and failed AGAIN. Fuck my fucking life tbh. I just really want to start my job and start making money again idk…

I’m stressed >.<

Also my insurance is NOT letting me start the weight loss drug and it’s so fucking annoying. And I have to call the dentist and I’m scared to do that. UGHHHHH

To do Monday:

-call or go in to bank

-call dentist and schedule appointment for my Invisalign

-see abt blue shield thing?

-if I haven’t heard from S.A. - call them

Weekend to do’s

-clean room

-reschedule test

-put air in tires and wash car

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jeyramarie · 3 years

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don’t touch my girl- Fezco x Reader (Part 2)

summary: fezco gets a new roommate and you don’t love the idea

wc: 2,949

warning: guns, drugs use/description, cursing, almost smut (there will be in the future), cal jacobs 🤡

a/n: here it is!! as people requested. i hope everyone enjoys it, i’m feeling a bit anxious about it since the first part did so well sooo hopefully y’all like this one just as much 🥲 feedback is appreaciated, lmk if you wanna be tagged and see y’all next week, happy reading 🦋

part 1~

You stayed with Fezco that night. He wanted you close, having the slight fear that Nate was fine and was going to come back for him. You helped him with his knuckles and basically questioned him the whole night about why he would do such a thing. Why do it in front of so many people? Why risk it that much? But instead of a full constructed answer, he answered with:

“Ion wanna get you involved, ma.”

“Involved in what?”

“Stop askin’ so many questions, babe. I ain’t gonna answer shit.” He replied and stood up from the couch, walking towards the bathroom to get in the shower.

“I’m sorry, Fez!” You shouted before slumming against the couch again, sighing in defeat.

You stopped asking questions and a few days after that Custer, Faye’s boyfriend, called asking Fezco for help. Apparently, the bitch pushed the motel manager over the railing from the second floor and of course, the cops were after her. And Custer’s brilliant idea? To send Faye, a junkie, to a drug dealer’s house. Saying that you were pissed was an understatement. You were furious.

You couldn't believe that someone could be so stupid but yet, there you were. Sitting next to Fez in the car, on your way to pick up Faye behind a dumpster. You both pulled up in an alleyway and the headlights shone brightly which made it easy to find the blonde peeking her head out of a corner. She bolted towards the car, getting in the backseat before Fez drove off as you turned around in your seat to look at her. Her nose was bloody and it ran down to her lips.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Faye said with a defensive attitude causing you to raise your eyebrows and turn back around.

“The only reason that I went so crazy is because the motel manager kept saying such mean things.” She continued, trying to explain.

“I honestly don’t give a fuck.” Fez said, never taking his eyes off the road.

You all made it back home and Faye sat down on the little stairs that led to the living room while you walked past her to go to the kitchen. You grabbed a paper towel and handed it to her so she could clean up before going back to do the dishes. Fezco finished emptying his pockets and walked in Faye’s direction.

“Yo, don’t touch nothin’ “He said walked past her.

“Don’t talk to Ash.”

“Okay.” she muttered.

“And don’t go in my fuckin’ room, all right? That’s private for me and my girl.” Fez sat at the dining room chair, going back to the sandwich you made him for dinner.

“I promise.” Faye replied looking up to see you in the kitchen.

“Want some of my sandwich?” Fez offered, feeling nothing but pity for the girl.

“Okay.” She stood up and walked up to the dining room area before sitting next to him.

“I can make you one if you’d like.” You said from the kitchen. You didn’t see this, but Fezco was mouthing ‘say yes, they’re fuckin’ amazing’ to the blonde which caused her to slightly chuckle.

“Um.. yeah, I’d love one!” Faye shouted back.

Ash didn’t talk to Fez after seeing Faye in the house. He was that pissed. You attempted to be the mediator but it went to shit when Astray slammed his bedroom door. Everything you all say for breakfast, Ash would stand up and leave whenever Faye sat down. Like that particular morning.

You gave the boys some cereal and as they ate you made yourself some coffee. After a moment, Faye walked out with the shortest skirt you’ve ever seen, an open vest and her bralette underneath. You looked at her for a second and went back to what you were doing but the shock was too much.

Faye was bending down with the fridge door wide open to grab a Coca Cola can which made her ass peek out from the back. You looked towards the boys to see Ash looking at her in annoyance and slight disgust before turning his eyes back to Fez, giving him a death stare. She closed the fridge and walked towards the dining room which made Ash get up and leave.

“Good morning!” She said, opening the sofa can with her foot on the table.

“Morning.” Fez muttered and continued eating his cereal. He finished his bowl and stood up, going to the kitchen.

“Thanks, ma.” He muttered and pecked your forehead.

“You’re welcome. Now… who's gonna tell her to stop wearing that?” You whispered and turned off the faucet before turning around as you crossed your arms over his chest.

“Wearing what?”

“Did you not see that skirt?” You questioned.

“The only ass I have my eyes on is yours, ma. Don’t worry ‘bout anything.” He whispered as he walked closer to you.

“She’s been looking at you funny…wearing sexy outfits and shit… it’s annoying as fuck, it doesn’t feel good from my point of view.” You looked at him with a slight frown before you hit the inside of your cheek.

“She just gon be here for a bit longer, I promise.” Fezco said and pecked your lips before moving away to his room to get showered.

That night, he invited you and Faye to go over to the convenience store with him. So you wouldn’t have to stay alone with her for so long. You decided to go, suddenly feeling trapped in the house.

The store was empty at the moment and you were leaning against the register counter talking to Fez as Faye sat at a corner looking everywhere. Ash was behind the fridges, working on the drugs and the money as usual. You were looking at the ground, chuckling at some Fez said when a customer walked in.

“Lexi Howard.” Fezco called out with a smile.

“Hi.” She smiled back before waving at you.

“How you doin’?”

“I’m good, um…” Lexi began as she walked to stand in front of the red head but stopped when she saw Faye.

“Hi, I’m Faye.” The blonde said and smiled.

“I’m Lexi, um.. weren’t you guys..” She said pointing at you and Fez, referring to your relationship.

“Yeah, yeah, we together. She’s just statin’ with me for a bit, but, but she’s cool, though.” He replied, intertwining your fingers with his.

“What brings you out here anyway?”

“Oh, I just came to get a, a drink.” Lexi smiled and turned, walking towards the last fridge.

“Okay, well, we got plenty of those. Um…do you need help finding anything?”

“No, I'm okay.” Lexi replied with her arms over chest as she continued to stare at the fridge.

“Um…Lex, that’s the malt liquor.” You said softly as you stood up straight.

“Yeah, I know.” She muttered and looked to the side, watching Cal Jacobs walk in. You could tell she was nervous. Lexi’s body language changed and her face radiated fear along with uneasiness.

“Good evening.” Cal said, causing you to look at him, as well as Fezco.

“Hello.” You smiled and almost immediately frowned when you saw an odd shape in the pocket of his jacket.

It looked like a gun. Of course, you didn’t want to risk it so you acted like you were reaching for something next to Fez which made you end up next to him. So, in case anything went south, you were covering him. Cal walked down the side of the store, walking in front of Faye, who followed him with his eyes.

“What’s up, man?” Fezco muttered, following him with his eyes as well. He turned to Lexi scared and then turned to look at Ash in between the shelves of the fridge. The teen looked at Cal and as well as in there, you could feel the tension in the store.

“You got any spearmint gum?” He asked, looking at you.

“I’m not sure, the gum’s over there.” You replied, pointing behind you with your thumb. Cal walked slowly past you, looking down at you which made you reach back to grab Fezco’s leg. As he got closer, Lexi walked away to the back of the store, trying to get away from him.

“This your store?” He asked, grabbing the gum packet before walking to the back of the store where Lexi was hiding.

“It’s a family business.” Fezco replied, grabbing your hand that was on his thigh.

“Do your parents own it?”

“You usually ask this many questions, man?”

He appeared back in front of you, with a bag of chips in hand. Your eyes drifted to the side a bit, sneaking a look at Lexi to see that she was unharmed but still looking down in fear.

“Just you.” Cal said, looking at Fezco.

“She tell you who I am?” He asked, nodding his head towards Lexi. His eyes drifted to you, looking at you up and down which caused you to shift in your spot. Now you know why Nate always made you feel uncomfortable. His father was the same way.

“Nah, man.” Fezco replied.

“Are you a cop?” Faye asked.

“No.” He turned to her and placed his hand back in his pocket. The shape of the gun came into view again, causing you to stand up straighter, attempting to cover up Fez a bit more. Ash was seeing this so he grabbed the cereal box and reached his hand inside to grab the gun, getting it ready to shoot. Cal’s hand moved out of the pocket to reveal a 20 dollar bill, which he slid next to you, under the register.

“Just a concerned father.” He muttered before turning around to walk back to his car. Fez stood up and walked out, watching him drive away as the lights began to flicker over him.

You walked towards the back to find Lexi but saw her run out to her bike. You followed but she paddled fast, getting far away from the store.

“Lexi!” You shouted but she kept biking away.

“Shit.” You muttered to yourself and turned around walking back inside.

“Where’s Lexi?” Fezco asked, walking inside.

“She probably went home, I don’t know but she’s long gone by now.” You sighed, leaning against the register.

“Don’t stand in front of me like that.” Fezco said harshly.

“Why not? I was just protecting yo-”

“Don’t ever stand in front of me like that… If he had a gun he would’ve shot you and that’s the last thing I wanna see. We clear?” He asked, raising his voice. You nodded and crossed your arms over your chest before walking to stand next to Faye. You didn’t talk to Fezco for the rest of the night.

Around midnight, he closed up the store so it was time to go home. The car ride was quiet and you kept looking out the window as you fidgeted with your fingers. When you arrived at the house, Ash went straight to his bedroom and Faye went directly to the couch as Fezco emptied his pockets at the front door. You went to the kitchen, looking for some water as you replayed the store scene in your head.

Fezco changed the temperature on the thermostat and walked into the living room with a shotgun. He walked across the room and closed the curtains as Faye exhaled a cloud of smoke from her blunt. You placed the empty glass in the sink and walked out of the kitchen.

“Night.” You muttered and walked towards the bedroom without looking at Fezco. You got into the shower and after into your pjs before getting comfortable in bed.

You must’ve been really tired cause you fell asleep waiting for your boyfriend cause a loud clutter woke you up. You lifted your head from the pillow to see Fezco peacefully sleeping next to you. His eyes fluttered open, immediately looking at you to check if you were okay. You rubbed your eyes as you got out of bed and opened the door to see a dark hallway.

Fezco came from behind you, gun in hand as he slowly checked every room. All that was left was the bathroom so you tiptoed towards it and slowly opened the door to see Faye. She was laying on the floor, in front of the toilet with a needle in her thigh.

“Oh… I’m sorry.” Faye whispered.

“Fez!” You called out before walking to stand next to her. He walked in a few seconds later and just stared in shock.

“I fell.” She whispered again.

“Come on, kid. Let’s get you to bed.” Fez muttered and placed his gun on top of the toilet as you kneeled next to her, carefully taking out the needle. You threw it in the sink, getting it out from everyone’s reach before helping Fez pick her up to get her in the shower. You stayed with her while the redhead looked for clean clothes to put her in. After a few minutes, Fez carried her back to the couch, pulling the knitted blanket over her as you threw away the drug residue left on the coffee table.

“Is it true you killed Mouse?” Faye whispered, causing you to whip your head to look at her.

“Go to sleep.” Fezco replied before walking towards you to tap your shoulder. You looked up and he nodded his head towards the hallway. You stood up and cleaned your hands off on your pj shorts before grabbing Fezco’s extended hand.

“You should call Custer tomorrow. See what’s gonna happen with her.” You whispered, walking into the bedroom.

“Yeah, for real, I can’t let her havin’ an OD ‘ere.” He muttered, getting into bed. You hummed, walking over to your side of your bed but stopped seeing the redhead’s back towards you.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked, making him turn on his back to look at you.

“I ain’t mad.”

“Look, I know it bothered you… what I did at the store but I’m not gonna apologize for wanting to protect you.” You said, shaking your head as you looked at the ground.

“It was obvious that he had a gun and-”

“He was gonna shoot you if he decided to whip that shit out.” Fez spoke, cutting you off.

“So?”

“So? So?!” He raised his voice.

“Yeah, why does it matter?!” You raised your voice as well.

“Why?! Fuck, Y/n. You don’t understand, you don’t get it.”

“What don’t I get?!”

“That if somethin’ happened to you I would die ‘cause I can’t fuckin’ live without you!” Fezco shouted, sitting up on the bed with his back against the headboard. He sighed and rubbed his shaved head as you carefully got into bed, crawling towards him. You swung your leg over his lap and cupped his cheeks, pulling his head upward to look into his blue orbs.

“I can’t live without you either and that’s why I stepped in front of you. I’ll cover you…as many times as I need.” You whispered.

Fezco lifted his hands from your thighs and cupped your face as your hands lowered to his chest. He pulled you in and connected your lips together. They moved in perfect sync as your hands moved lower to the hem of his white t-shirt, lifting it slightly. You pulled back from the kiss and lifted his shirt over his head before going back to cup his cheeks.

The kiss continued, getting heated by the second as Fezco’s hand traveled under your shirt, touching your whole back. You pulled away once again and took your shirt off, giving him a clear view of your tits. Your nipples hardened almost immediately as you leaned in again to continue the kiss. Your hands traveled down his torso to the strings of his pajama pants to untie it before burying your hand inside to notice that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Fez grabbed your waist and turned you around so you were underneath him as his lips traveled down your neck. You began to whimper, feeling his beard scratch your skin as he continued to create hickeys over your skin. His lips trailed down chest and engulfed them around one of your nipples, sucking on it slightly. You bit your lip to contain your moan as Fezco pulled down your pajama shorts along with your underwear.

“I wanna hear you, ma. Let me ‘ear you.” Fez muttered causing you to whimper as your hands ran over his shaved head. He kept kissing lower and lower until finally reaching your navel where he gave you a peck before parting from you. His lips reconnected to yours in a soft loving kiss. Your nails went down his back and onto his lower back to begin pushing down his pants. His ass was exposed, giving you the chance to lightly squeeze it, knowing it would annoy him.

“Ey, yo, what is that?” Fezco asked in surprise as you laughed, pushing your head back while your hands went up to his shoulders.

“I had to.” You laughed hysterically as he began to laugh too, burying his head in your neck.

“Why you gotta grab it like that?”

“You have a really nice ass, Fezzy.” You laughed as one of your hands went to the top of his head and the other to the back of his neck. Fezco lifted his head and looked at you as you chuckled with a wide smile. He couldn’t help but admire you for a second.

“I love you.” He muttered as you looked into his eyes with a small grin.

“I love you too.” You whispered, tracing your fingers down his beard.

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♡ Yandere!Blackpink Reaction to you crying during your punishment ♡

Genre: Yandere, Gender Neutral!Reader

Warnings : most of the members are very sadistic, a lot of pain is inflicted upon the reader, starving, mention of food play, very suggestive stuff, thigh humping, cumming. I think that's it 🤡

♡ Jisoo ♡

As Jisoo tightened your chains, she smirked as you screamed and cried. You were certainly a feisty one, and her sadistic self enjoyed seeing you struggle in pain.

She failed to feel any sympathy when you told her to let go. She just stared blankly at you, tilting her head and soaking in all of your screams that turned her on so fucking much.

There you lay on the floor, tied to the walls with chains so tight that bruises were forming. You sobbed loudly, hoping that Jisoo would maybe untie you. But all those efforts were in vain.

She lowered herself to your level, pressing her lips on yours and biting your lips to insert her tongue inside.

When she finally let go of your lips, you coughed, struggling to breathe. She enjoyed seeing you so vulnerable. She licked your tears with her warm tongue, feeling so satisfied.

♡ Jennie ♡

As the belt's tip struck your back, you screamed in pain. You were standing in the middle of the room naked, while Jennie let all of her anger out on you.

"How could you leave me?" she screamed, whipping the belt at your bare body and causing you to howl in pain. "I-I'm so sorry jennie!" you shout in attempt to stop her.

Your eyes were closed tightly, tears were streaming nonstop. She dropped her belt and looked at you. Her hands ran through your hair as she caressed your waist and you suddenly felt a sudden wave of comfort despite all the pain.

She then harshly tugged at your hair, forcing you to look into her eyes. "Are you sorry enough," she asked, smirking and wiping away your tears. Walking away, she picked up the belt once again. "Jennie p-please don't" you whisper loud enough for her to hear.

"Oh darling, this is just the beginning."

♡ Rosé ♡

It has been four days since you've been locked in this room with grubby walls. You looked down at your weak, frail hands and let out a long breath. You haven't eaten since. This was your punishment for trying to escape. Rosé brought you a glass of water yesterday, which you gulped down greedily.

You were feeling very weak and nauseous. Clutching your knees close to your chest, you sobbed in hunger. The door's lock clicked open and you quickly wiped away your tears as Rosé came in smiling , with a huge plate of sweet treats. You were like a kitten that saw milk for the first time, your mouth watered as Rosé laughed while sitting in front of you.

She handed you a cookie, and you hurriedly shoved it in your mouth. Then you feel a harsh slap on your cheek. "Spit it out before I choke you!" she growled, staring at you. You spit all of it out, eyes wide. ''Here, now feed me,'' she smiled, handing you another sweet. Your stomach growled in hunger, and she pointed at her wide open mouth, telling you to hurry up.

After feeding her a lot of sweets, you finally brought up some courage to ask her for one cookie. She smiled at you , and pours a whole bottle of mango juice on her chest. "Now lick all of my chest clean, honey," said grabbing a handful of your hair. You cry, nodding your head.

" Next time you better think twice before you try to escape me."

♡ Lisa ♡

You were pulled into a room, blindfolded. Lisa had caught you running away from her, and now here you are, in a very chilly room. You rubbed your hands together in an attempt to keep warm.

After a few minutes, you heard heels clacking on the floor, then a chair being dragged. Lisa laughed as she saw your cute little face, looking even cuter while you were blindfolded. You flinched at the sound and tried to remove the blindfold. "If you put your cute little chubby hands on the blindfold, then I'll chop them" you heard a sharp voice. You immediately held your hands behind your back.

Smirking, Lisa mused, "Such a good little bitch hmm?" You hated how cocky she sounded, but nodded slightly in fear. "Strip for me now", she said, placing one leg on the other. At first, you gulped in fear, but hearing her say it again in an aggressive tone caused you to remove your shirt.

She licked her lips when she saw you naked. She just wanted to wrap her arms around you and make you hers. She smiled as she spread her legs apart. "Hump on my thigh like a needy bitch, okay?" You shivered at her straightforwardness, but you could only nod. "Use your fucking words (Y/N)", she snapped, becoming impatient. "Y-yes Lisa" you replied, sitting on her lap slowly.

Your cum dripped on Lisa's thigh as you humped slowly on her bare legs. She pulled your hair harshly and ordered you to go faster. Sobbing, you hung onto her shoulders and moved faster.

She slowly removed your blindfold while licking your tears. "Let's go to the bedroom now, shall we?" she asked, tugging you by your hair as you cried and screamed.

She's going to make you hers today. And forever.

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