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finally catching up with we are ep 6 on last minutes, i wish i could watch the ep 7 live or else i would be missing the tags for two whole weeks đĽšđĽš
#april.txt#i had so much feels. but mostly about phumpeem that i'm finally warming up to. but especially peem. i love this boy :â)#and the not-surprisingly unexpected bittersweetness behind qtoey post-it story. can't wait to see q's perspective :')#also. pun's face when chain kissed his forehead. i can't :((#i really love all their friendship dynamics as the core of this series instead of the love lines#although i'm pretty sure we'll eventually get there with different things from each couple for everyone#these boys truly gave their 100% and MORE for this series and brought their respective character to life in the best ways possible#i love them and this series will never be that of no substance for me because it has everything i had been wanting in a series#(i guess it's just that a friendship-centered slice-of-life romcoms drama is not for everyone)#but also. i don't wanna go too early underestimating the potential angst or conflict ahead :')#(by saying it's lighthearted. bcs that might not be the full case.)#so far it's the midweek slowdown button that i very much need <3
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â summary: kook princess. kook prince. perfect match, right? wrong. you hated rafe cameron and everything he stood for. and he hated you. so when your fathers spring it on the two of you that theyâd arranged for the two of you to be married, both of your worlds are flipped upside down.
â CW: 18+ only !! cocaine use, alcohol consumption, sexual innuendo, strong language.
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3 days laterâŚ
RAFE
âSo.. Let me get this straight. Your dad, and Y/Nâs dad, have formed some kind of plan to merge both companies.. And you have to marry Y/N for it to be the most successful?â
I snort. Leave it to Topper to have to go over the scenario a hundred fucking times before it finally clicks in his thick skull. I ignore him, grabbing the rolled up hundred dollar bill off the glass table and place it under my right nostril. Leaning forward, i place the other end of the rolled bill at the end of the perfectly formed white line, sniffing up the substance before dropping the bill and flopping back into the soft, white couch. Fuck, I love the burn this shit leaves behind. The way it makes my body tingle, clearing my mind of any bullshit I donât want to think about.
Topper tries ruining my high again. âRafe. Câmon man, we have to talk about this. What��re you going to do?â
I sit up, my eyes narrowed into thin slits at him. âThereâs nothing to fucking talk about, Top. My dad and her dad have already signed our lives away. Iâm supposed to marry the stuck up bitch in less than a month. I donât want to think about it, so drop it.â
Topper groans, but thankfully, he drops the subject. I donât know what he expects me to say. I donât want to marry her. Marriage is the last thing I pictured myself ever doing, but even if I had decided to settle down one day, start a family, it sure as Hell wouldnât have been her I chose. Y/N Y/L/N is the bane of my existence, and my polar opposite.
Where I like to have fun, and am riddled with issues from head to toe â thanks dad â sheâs boring. She doesnât get out, and she is issue free. Her family didnât fuck her life up like mine did â well, until now I guess â and she doesnât even want to change her ways. Sheâs stuck in the mindset of being the perfect princess. My dad always praised her when we were growing up. âBe more like Y/N, Rafe.â âWhy canât you act like Y/N? Sheâs a good girl.â and my favorite line âI wish I had Y/N as a daughter instead of you as my fuck up sonâ.
I shake the thoughts to the back of my mind. The last thing I want to do right now is think of fucking Y/N Y/L/N and the fact that come this weekend, the entire island will know weâre getting married. Thatâll really fuck up my chances with getting any pussy before this wedding. Thatâs another thing. The girls still a fucking virgin. I mean, who the fuck is still a virgin at twenty-one years old? Y/N fucking Y/L/N, thatâs who.
âYou have to admit though, she is hot. And sheâs a virgin, how longs it been since you fucked a virgin?â Top says, amusement lacing his tone as he lightly punches at my shoulder.
I roll my eyes. âSheâs not fucking hot, Topper. Sheâs a bitch.â
Lie.
Y/N is a lot of things, but unattractive isnât one of them. I would be lying to myself if I said she wasnât fucking gorgeous. But Iâll never admit that out loud.
âCâmon Rafe. Lighten up. Maybe it wonât be so badâ
I bark out a laugh at that. Itâs going to be fucking miserable. A loveless marriage. Handcuffs that I canât break free from, even if I wanted to.
âTopper. Fucking drop it.â
He opens his mouth to speak but thankfully, Kelce comes barging through the front door. I quickly stand from the couch, making my way to my other best friend and mouthing a silent âthank youâ to him for arriving when he did.
âYâall ready?â Kelce asks, his eyes darting between Topper and I. Thankful for the intrusion and opportunity to drop this entire fucking subject, nod my head. âLetâs goâ
-
The boys and I enter the Island Club. We come here quite often to just get drunk and forget about our shitty days. I am thankful for this tradition right about now. This whole marriage thing has had me stressed out for the last three days. I remember when Ward first came to me about it. He had told me that it was time for me to step up and do something good for the family.
âSon, a word?â
I roll my eyes, glancing at the girl laid beside me I tell her, âIâll be right backâ
My dad chuckles, his eyes glancing behind me and at the brunette that wears only my T-shirt and a pair of underwear. âActually, you can get dressed and go. Rafe wonât be back up here until late tonightâ
I roll my eyes, opening my mouth to protest, but my dadâs stern look has me quickly shutting my mouth. Thereâs never a point in arguing with Ward Cameron. He will win every single fucking time.
Turning to face Sofia, I give her a small smile. âSorry, Iâll call you laterâ
She rolls her eyes but nods her head. She grabs her things from my floor before slipping on her white Nike tennis shoes and walking toward me. She positions all of her things in her left hand, her right palm pressed firmly against my chest as she leans up on her tiptoes and presses a long kiss to my lips.
My father clearing his throat has me pushing her back softly. âIâll call you.â I say firmly. She turns and exits my room. Leaving me all alone with my dad.
âYou wonât be calling herâ He states.
My narrowed eyes find his. âAnd why is that?â
âBecause, son. Youâre about to step up and do something good for this family, and I wonât have you fucking it up by sleeping around with some bartender from the club.â
I scoff. âWhatâre you-â I begin to ask, but he cuts me off.
âYouâre going to be marrying Y/N Y/L/N.â He says matter-of-factly.
âRafe? You good bro?â
The sound of Kelceâs voice rips me from the memory. I slowly turn my head to face him, his dark brown eyes filled with slight concern.
Clearing my throat, I say, âYeah. Iâm good. Lets get fucking drunkâ
Kelce and Topper nod their heads and begin making their way toward the bar. I follow them closely behind, but freeze in my tracks when I see her. Sofia. I never did call her, and itâs been three days since she was last in my room. I know sheâs going freak out on me. If she doesnât, iâll be surprised.
I clear my throat and roll my neck before continuing my way up to the bar with my friends. I finally reach Kelce and Topper, theyâre already ordering. âRafe, whatcha drinking bro?â Kelce asks while looking behind his shoulder at me.
I open my mouth to speak but Sofiaâs narrowed eyes landing on mine the second she hears my name has me clamping my mouth shut. I give her an awkward nod, debating on just leaving. Thatâs not who I am though, I donât run away like a scared little bitch, so instead I order, âWhiskey. Neat.â
She rolls her eyes. âYouâll call me, huh? Itâs been three days, Rafe. What the fuck?â
I hear Kelce and Topper snort out a laugh. I glare at the back of both their heads. Iâm friends with fucking children. Turning my attention back to the short brunette, I sigh heavily. âSituations changed, Sofie.â
She scoffs at that. âWell, it would be nice to know that you had just planned on fucking me and never calling again. I wouldnât have ever looked at you twice.â
Topper slings an arm around my shoulder. âIâm sure he would have called had he not found out later that day thatâs heâs marrying Y/N Y/L-â
I throw my elbow into Topperâs side, making his arm fall from my shoulder as he groans in pain. âWhat the fuck was that for?â He demands.
I roll my eyes, and put my focus back on Sofia. âLook, like I said. Situations changed. I wonât apologize for not calling you, we never said it would be more than sex between us anywaysâ
Her mouth falls open and tears begin to well up in her chocolate brown eyes. I sigh. This is the thing about women. They always expect so much more than youâre willing to give. I never planned on having a relationship with Sofia, and she knows that. But now, Iâm the bad guy because she was all but thrown out of my house and I never called.
She lifts her eyes toward the ceiling above her, blinking back her tears before her eyes find mine again. âWell, good to know. Let me get those drinks for you guys.â
I let out a deep exhale, turning to face Topper and Kelce. They both have shit eating grins on their faces. âWhat?â I snap.
Topper chuckles. âNothing. You better hope she doesnât spit in your drinks all nightâ He jokes.
I run a hand down my face. Tonight was supposed to help me unwind, not cause more fucking unwanted stress. âI never fed her lines of false hope, so I donât know why sheâs freaking the fuck out.â
Kelce chuckles this time, slapping a hand on my shoulder. âDonât they all freak the fuck out when it comes to you? I mean câmon Rafe. You canât ever sleep with a girl without her expecting more.. I just hope youâre prepared for the long list thatâs going to come for your throat when this engagement is announced.â
I sigh for what feels like the thousandth time tonight. Heâs right. I have never been serious about any of the girls I slept with. They all wanted more, but every single time I felt they were getting to attached, I stopped calling or texting them. It was better that way. I didnât want anything serious, and now, Iâm being forced into something super serious. Fuck, my life really sucks doesnât it?
âHere. Drink up, you need it.â I hear Kelce say. I turn to face him and he has his left hand extended toward me, my glass of whiskey in hand. I quickly snatch it from his grip and throw it back, downing the amber liquid in one gulp. Turning to face the bar, I slide the glass back toward Sofia. âAnother.â
-
Two hours and multiple glasses of whiskey later, Iâm drunk. The room sways a bit, and I reach my hand out to grip the patio railing. I hear Topper laugh from the right of me. âDude, youâre fucking wasted.â He laughs out, placing his hand on my shoulder to help keep me upright.
âI- I am not wasted, Top. Iâm just⌠Buzzedâ I lie.
He opens his mouth to speak but he quickly slams it shut, the sound of his teeth clashing together has me turning my full attention on him. His brows are raised and his eyes look like theyâre going to pop from his skull as he stares intently behind us.
âWhat the fuck are you looking at? You look like youâve seen a fucking ghost.â I joke. But he doesnât laugh, and that makes me nervous. Topper laughs at the dumbest shit, so for him to remain staring behind us with a look of pure shock in his eyes, it has me wondering what just happened.
My body sways to the side as I try to turn and face the direction heâs looking, but his hand on my shoulder has me stopping in place.
I narrow my blue â possibly bloodshot â eyes on him. âWhat the fuck, Top. Speak!â
He clears his throat. âI- Uh.. Y/N just walked in with some of her friends.â
That has my attention. I quickly turn my body, falling forward a bit but catching myself with the help of the railing again. She stands at the bar. And she looks fucking delicious right now. For a girl who has never taken it past kissing a man â if sheâs even kissed a man â she sure knows how to dress the part of any other girl on this island. She wears a black, leather skirt that hugs her curves and ass nicely. A tight, white cropped top and a pair of black heels that add a few inches to her height. Her hair is up in a high ponytail, and all I can think of is wrapping my hand in it and pulling her head back as I fuck her from behind.
What the fuck? Why am I thinking of her like this? I fucking hate her. My soon to be wife. Sheâs a fucking stuck up, prude bitch. My mind tells me to stop staring, reminds me that I canât fucking stand her. But my cock is screaming the complete opposite.
Without thinking, my legs begin to carry me toward her. I come to a stop right behind her, clearing my throat, causing her head to whip in my direction. The moment her eyes find mine, sheâs rolling them. The act alone is fucking sexy. I picture her eyes rolling into the back of her head while my face is buried between her legs, devouring her sweet cunt. Fuck. Stop thinking of her like this Rafe, youâre just drunk, and horny. Any girl would do, but for some fucking reason, my mind is consumed with her.
âWhat the fuck do you want, Rafeâ She sighs.
I smirk at the anger that radiates from her. âJust coming to say- just coming to say hey to my future wifeeee.â I slur. She rolls her eyes as they find mine again.
âYou said hey, now run along. We donât need to pretend to like each other right now.â
Maybe itâs just because Iâm drunk, but her words stung. She really hates me doesnât she? I mean, I hate her too. Donât I? Yes, Rafe. Sheâs a stuck up bitch who acts like sheâs better than everyone. But my drunken mind has me sighing as I say, âYou really donât like me, baby?â
Her body stiffens, eyes wide as she stares back at me. âI- Donât call me that.â
I smirk. I have her worked up. Reaching out my left hand, I push a few strands of hair behind her ear before I run my fingers down the side of her face. She sucks in a shaky breath and flinches away from my touch.
âRafe⌠Please just let me have a night out with my friends. In two days, weâre announcing to the entire island that weâre getting married, and Iâd like to live the last two days of my life without you around⌠Lord knows Iâm about to be stuck with you.â
My eyes narrow and I take a step toward her. Youâre drunk, Rafe. Keep your cool. My large hands reach for her face, cupping her cheeks as I lower my face closer to hers. I donât miss the way her chest rises and falls rapidly from my close proximity. Sheâs nervous. Itâs going to be so much fun having her all to myself. Even if I hate her, pussy is pussy. And this is pussy thatâs never been touched. Sheâs all mine to play with. To fuck. To break. To train. Sheâll be my own personal whore by the time Iâm done with her.
My glassy, blue eyes search her face. I half expect her to shove me away, and Iâm so drunk I wouldnât be able to fight back on it. But she doesnât. Instead, her eyes find mine. Thatâs it, be strong baby girl. I like the tough girl act.
âBaby, youâre going to be crawling on your hands and knees begging for me to touch you. To kiss you. To please you. You can act like you hate me now, Lord knows I canât stand you. But even I can admit, youâre fucking gorgeous. And I know you find me somewhat attractive.â I pause, placing my lips on the sensitive skin of her neck and leaving soft kisses, making her hiss in a breath. âI know this isnât what either one of us wanted, but we have no choice⌠Why not enjoy the game?â
Her beautiful eyes narrow into slits and her lips thin. She blinks a few times before slapping my hands from her face. I stumble back a little, but catch myself on the bar, giving her a slow smirk.
âFuck you, Rafe!â She hisses before grabbing her purse and storming off to the locker rooms.
I smile to myself as I watch her storm off. Sheâs mad now, but I meant what I said. Sheâll be begging for more after I finally touch her. She can pretend now, and Iâm not saying Iâm falling for her. But Topper was right. Sheâs hot. Might as well enjoy the game and the perks, right? Letting out a small laugh, I turn and make my way back toward my friends, adjusting my hard cock thatâs straining against my pants in the process. This is going to be fun.
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the Sarek family is hilarious to me because you have so much drama in one place. there have got to be at least 3 like, holo-documentaries or whatever about them. how could you not?
you have Sarek, the patriarch: one of the UFP's top diplomats, who knocks up a Vulcan princess then goes âhrm I am ambassador to Earth therefore I should marry a humanâ and he does, upsetting all sorts of the worst kinds of people on his home planet and causing racist hate groups to try to blow him and his family up multiple times, and seems honestly more put out by his son joining Starfleet than his other son becoming Vulcan Moriarty
Amanda, the matriarch: an accomplished educator and quite possibly the only well-adjusted member of the family, but when her son Spock shows up on her doorstep after growing a beard, having a mental breakdown and apparently murdering several medical staff she still shrugs and hides him in the family mausoleum
Sybok: Amanda's stepson from the aforementioned princess fling, who becomes an antiestablishment criminal mastermind with an edgelord fake name, hooks up with a hot space pirate, finds religion, starts a cult, takes an entire colonial government hostage sparking a diplomatic incident involving three galactic superpowers, and hijacks a Starfleet ship to the galactic core to find the Vulcan Garden of Eden, where he dies fighting god in hand-to-hand combat
Michael, a traumatized human girl Sarek brings home from a work trip, who joins Starfleet, becomes their first-ever mutineer, goes to prison, saves the Federation from a war most people think is her fault and gets âkilledâ in a highly classified, very suspicious incident involving an experimental starship and a series of red lights that appeared across the galaxy like a divine omen (oh, and returns 900 years later to solve the dilithium crisis, kill the head of the Emerald Chain and save two entire star systems including her siblings' homeworld)
and last but not least Sarek & Amanda's one-of-a-kind hybrid baby. Spock, who gets accepted into the Vulcan Science Academy, tells them to go fuck themselves when they're racist about it, runs off to Starfleet instead, gets so famous his arranged marriage falls apart resulting in him publicly strangling his own captain to death except not really, steals the Federation flagship twice, invents time travel, saves the entire planet Earth, dies and comes back to life, goes into his dad's line of work and achieves peace with the freaking Klingons as his opening act, then after a long successful career suddenly dips to go do extremely dangerous underground activism on one of the most paranoid authoritarian worlds in the galaxy to unify the Romulans & Vulcans who've hated each other for over a thousand years â and he isn't around to see it but it eventually works. then he fucks off with the VSA's high-speed prototype ship full of the most dangerous substance known to science and gets sucked into a black hole of his own creation, never to be seen again. and this is just the stuff that's public knowledge!
then you dig into the novels where Sarek's ancestor basically makes out with Zefram Cochrane 5 seconds after meeting him and Amanda tells the press her husband has a huge cock
I love them
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the monsters gone
part 3 of beautiful girl series -> part 1 -> part 2
leah williamson x reader, jordan nobbs x reader (wobbs as moms)
warnings: drug addiction, drug abuse, talks of illicit substances, depression, intrusive thoughts, would not advise for people in a bad mental headspace
You wanted her to leave, or you were desperate for a fix and well aware that it wasnât going to happen until she was gone and you could retreat up to your room like normal.Â
You scratched at the incision on your forearm, it was hidden underneath your hoodie but you could feel it all the same, it made you feel guilty.Â
Youâd never felt guilty for taking drugs, why would you? It was your choice, your body, your brain that you were fucking with. Yet for some reason, the little mark that you knew was sitting right on top of your vein was making you feel guilty. You didnât want to admit it, but it felt oddly like the start of something, you werenât sure what though, whatever it was though, it didnât feel good.Â
When the door clicked open around 2 oâclock you felt far more at peace, watching your mom hobble through the door with Lia following her. Jordan stood up almost immediately and if the room hadnât already been awkward then the awkwardness found a whole new definition as the two women looked at each other.Â
âHey Jord, thanks for hanging around, youâre looking good.â
Your mom looked relieved to see Jordan, your ma on the other side looked slightly terrified as she eyed up the two women.Â
âIt wasnât an issue, you know I love spending time with my chick.â
Leah smiled, looking down at you on the couch, you buried your head in your phone, ignoring her gaze.Â
âWhether she admits it or not she likes seeing you as well.â
Your ma laughed awkwardly, it took everything in you to not burst out laughing at all of the tension between the two of them.Â
âLook Iâll be heading off, gotta me back in Birmingham for game review tonight but can we talk for a minute though Le?â
Your momâs head cocked to the side, a look of curiosity evident on her face.Â
âYeah sure, come with me.â
Lia watches them with the same look of curiosity as you, your eyes meeting as the trail back from the doorway to Leahâs office that they both step into.Â
âTheyâre talking about me.â
Lia doesnât bother trying to ignore you or deny what youâre saying, she nodes her head.Â
âProbably, thatâs what most parents do.â
Itâs a absentminded answer, and for a second your aware that maybe Lia is in on whatever is happening, that she knows exactly what is going on behind the door. If anything important came from the phone call earlier you know Lia would be the first to know, she was like the third parent you never asked for nor wanted, but somehow ended up with.Â
âMa thinks that Momâs parenting is shit.â
Lia cocks her head, sheâs harder to read then your moms, more calculated, more clean, less obviously emotional.Â
âShe just disagrees with some of the things that your mother does, so do I. Nobody else is in her shoes though, she makes the decisions that are necessary and best for you.â
Lia sounds convinced of her words, even though you doubt them.Â
âMa doesnât think so.â
Lia bit down on her bottom lip, finishing with tucking her kit bag away so she could focus her attention on you.Â
âShe worries about you.â
You did your best to suppress the eye roll, it didnât work.Â
âShe worries that mom is too nice and isnât strict enough.â
Sometimes you thought that your mom compensated for the void between the two of you by letting you do whatever you wanted, other times you were reminded by your grandma that sheâd told Leah she needed to go easy on you and that not everyone could be as perfect as Leah Williamson.Â
âYour mom knows what you need better than anybody else.â
The conversation paused, the two of you flinching at the sound of yelling from the other side of the door, you couldnât make out what was being said, both of them were yelling though.Â
âSet the table for lunch for me, kiddo?â
You couldnât pull your eyes from the door, you hadnât hear your moms yell in a long time, it took you back to when they were breaking up, when they tried to act like they werenât, when they saved the fighting and yelling for when youâd been tucked into bed and theyâd thought you were asleep.Â
âKiddo, table.â
You stood up from the couch, your eyes staying stuck to the door, even as you pulled cutlery from the drawer and laid it out with the placemats on the table. Eventually, the yelling ceased, and the room was over come with a silence like no other, only being broken by the door opening and your two moms walking out, both of them looking far more content considering that it had sounded like they were screaming at each other, not thirty seconds ago.Â
âBubba, Jord is going to head off, if you want to say bye.â
Jordanâs arms opened up to you and as mad and confused as you were, you werenât going to deny her. You walked around the table, leaning into her hug, wrapping your arms around her the same way she did for you, letting her hold on for a little bit longer.Â
âIâll be back when I can chicky, I love you so much.â
You wanted to tell her she was lying, that they were all lying, they didnât fucking love you, it was so fucking obvious. But for the sake of keeping the peace you didnât.Â
âI love you too Ma.â
Jordan let go of you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. The same way she had when theyâd adopted you when you were eight, the same way she had after your first game when you were 12, the same way she had when you were 14 and youâd been top of your form and given an award, the same way she had when sheâd left for good when you were 16. It was the same kiss, yet everything about it was different, the meaning, the purpose, the intention, it was all different.Â
You watched as she walked out the door, the same as every time, you listened to the sound of her car starting and the sound of gravel underneath her tires as she pulled out and onto the road.Â
Once you were sure she was gone you turned around, sliding into a seat at the table, across from your mother, staring at her.Â
âWhat were you guys talking about?â
Leah looked at you, poker face as good as ever.Â
âFootball, some other stuff.â
It was a obvious lie, both you and Lia knew it.Â
âYou were talking about me, what about me?â Leah rolled her eyes at you.Â
âIt was a conversation between your Ma and I, not for your ears.â
You didnât bat an eye as Lia set lunch down in front of you, to fixated on your mother.Â
âYou donât yell over nothing, what were you talking about.â
Leah pushed her tongue out against her lips.Â
âYour ma had some concerns about you, thatâs it, I told her she had nothing to worry about and that we were doing just fine.â
You knew that even if you didnât want to admit it, Jordan probably had some valid points, your mom seemed unphased though.Â
âThatâs it?â
Leah looked at you, and you could tell that she was holding something back.Â
âShe told me that youâd told her you smoked weed last night and that you were vomiting this morning.â
You tried to keep your face from changing, keeping the confident exterior even if you were slightly scared on the inside.Â
âI got drunk, I had some fun, it was no biggy.â
Leahâs eyebrow rose in the trademark question.Â
âItâs a biggy to me because you told all you were doing was vaping and a little bit of drinking, you said youâd be honest with me and itâs clear you havenât been.â
You hesitated for a second, the air thickening around you as suddenly the tension was between you and your mother.Â
âI was just having some fun mom, I didnât do anything stupid, I was safe, just like you asked.â
Leahâs face shrivelled up as you used her words against her.Â
âYou were out with friends Iâve never met, at a house on the opposite side of town that Iâve never been too, Jord said you looked like youâd been on a three day bender and I told her that I didnât believe her but now youâre here admitting it.â
You reached into your pocket for your vape, desperate for something to take the edge of the conversation off, to make you feel calmer.Â
You pulled it out and Leahâs face immediately pointed inwards.
âHow many times do I have to say no vape at the table?â
You frowned, shoving it back in your pocket.Â
âIt was just a bit of weed mom, itâs what kids my age do.â
Leah shook her head.Â
âIt wasnât just a bit of weed, Iâve been smelling it on your clothes for weeks and trying to tell myself I was being delusional because youâd told me you were just on the vape, that you had no interest in drugs and yet you were lying to me, you have been for a while bubba and I donât know how to feel about it to be honest. I thought we were closer than most parents and kids, I thought we had boundaries and that I was giving you enough space, and now I donât know what to think.â
You pursed your lips, struggling to find words.Â
âAnd if youâre lying to me about weed then what else is there? What else is there you arenât telling me because there has to be more. I let you drop football, I relaxed on the school because I know you were struggling but this doesnât work if you arenât honest with me.âÂ
You really didnât know what to say, your mind was in a million different places, the container underneath your bed, the joints on your windowsill hidden behind the curtains, the three vapes in your bedside table, the drug dealer numbers in your phone, what had happened last night, the meth track mark on your arm.Â
âNothing, it was just some weed, I just wanted something to take the edge off, it was no big deal.â
Leahâs eyes closed for a second and you knew this was all about to get a lot harder.Â
âExcept it was a big deal because youâve been doing it behind my backs for weeks, Iâve tried to be understanding bubba, I have, I know itâs been tough for you with me and Jords breakup, youâve had a really hard year, I let the vaping slide, I let your attendance drop at school, but drugs bub, itâs no joke.â
You took a deep breath.Â
âItâs just some weed, I donât know what you want me to tell you.â
Leah wants to say that if youâre this relaxed about being caught doing weed then she doesnât want to know what else youâre hiding from her that would make you less relaxed, but she keeps it to herself, or for this moment at least.Â
âI want you to bring me whatever you have of it, I wonât have you smoking illicit and illegal substances underneath my roof.â
You figured there were worse things that could happen, she could find your stash, she could take your vape, she could ground you or make you go to school.Â
âOkay.â
Your mom nodded, happy she had at least won a small battle.Â
âAfter lunch.â
You nod again in agreeance, looking down at the caesar salad in front of you and stabbing your fork down onto it, picking up the different pieces of lettuce and chicken scattered throughout.Â
You make it through half the meal before you grab your bowl and pick it up, walking into the kitchen to do you washing up, your mom follows behind you, her bowl empty.Â
You take the dish from her, cleaning it out and stacking both of them in the dishwasher, knowing whats to come now.Â
You slow yourself down on the stairs giving her the time to follow behind you as she dragged her bad leg up every individual stair.Â
Leah had been putting in hours everyday for her rehab, it was her main focus, over everything else.Â
Eventually the two of you made it to the top of the stairs, and eventually to your bedroom door.
You hesitated before opening it, you couldnât remember the last time Leah had been inside it, way before her acl, ever since sheâd gotten injured sheâd been avoiding the staircase.Â
You opened the door, hand pausing on the cold metal doorknob for a split second before pushing it open.Â
Your room was still freezing, you didnât miss how your mother shivered from the breeze that hit her face immediately, coming straight from the open window.Â
âJesus kiddo, you trying to replicate antarctica in here? You know I pay good money for heating, right?â
Itâs a lighthearted joke, yet somehow it hurts for you, you donât know how or why, you just know that it does.Â
âI like it cold.â
Leah looks at you, both brows furrowed inwards.Â
âAlright then polar bear.â
You try not to flinch away when her hand reaches up to ruffle your hair, itâs something sheâs done to you since you were a kid, it feels wrong now though.Â
âLetâs just get this over and done with.â
You walk over to your windowsill, reaching behind the curtain and reaching for the bag of joints that you have stashed behind the material. Leah frowns as you walk back over to her, shoving the bag into her hands before she can even ask.Â
âThis is all of them?â
She looks completely unconvinced, you probably would be too, most kids donât give up their drugs willingly.Â
âYes.â
Leah looks at you, eye to eye, like sheâs trying to reach into your soul, or read your mind.Â
âBubba, this is your chance, Iâm giving you an opportunity to be straight with me, and whatever you tell me or give me I wonât be mad about. I might want to sit down and question your decisions, but I wonât be mad. Teenagers are stupid, they make mistakes, they try new things, I get it. Be honest with me bubba, please.â
You didnât really know what Leah was insinuating, but it was clear that she knew there was a bigger picture here.Â
âThatâs it mom.â
You had to tear your eyes away from her, you couldnât handle the way that she was looking at you, the mix of disappointment, resentment and worry mixed into her blue irises.Â
âBubba, donât make me search your room, donât make me have to ground you, donât make me have to call Jord and get her to turn the car around to help me out.â
You brought your eyes back to Leahâs.Â
âThatâs it mom, I donât know what you want me to tell you, I donât even know what youâre talking about.â
You were lying through your teeth and the fact you couldnât look eye to eye with Leah would have been enough of a warning sign of that.Â
âDrugs bubba, thatâs what Iâm talking about, youâre lying straight to my fucking face right now, I donât know what about or why but you are.â
You didnât know what to say, you werenât going to admit it, you couldnât, but you needed to say something. Fuck, you were so fucked.Â
You tried to spin it in your head, tried to think about how you could make this work out. You were caught, you were done, this was bad.Â
Your eyes darted to below your bed, rookie fucking mistake.Â
Leah caught your line of sight, and you knew as soon as she did that it was all about to go to fucking shit, that you were done for.Â
âLia.â
Your momâs voice was urgent, a yell that had the swiss woman bounding up the stairs in a matter of seconds.Â
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.Â
You were so fucking fucked.Â
You were frozen in your spot, your momâs eyes looking at you like sheâd just been stabbed in the heart.Â
âBubba, you can get whatever you are hiding from me or I will get Lia to tear this whole room a part, Iâm not fucking around.â
You felt torn down the middle, your brain couldnât think, you felt the same sickness sink in from this morning, instead of it being withdrawals from drugs though it was the realisation that your whole life was about to be turned upside down.Â
You tried to think, tried to think about how you could spin this, make it a little bit better than it really was.Â
Lia looked more uncomfortable then possible, you wished a blackhole would randomly pop up and swallow all three of you.Â
Something hit you, it wasnât a full resolution but it was better than what you currently had going for you.Â
You walked over to your bed, with unsteadier legs then last night when you were so drunk the world was spinning, crouching down when you got to the edge, feeling for the familiar container that held all of your deepest darkest secrets, or at least thatâs how it felt.Â
It took you back to a time when youâd made Leah check under your bed everynight for the monsters under your bed, now though she was looking for the monsters in your head, the monsters that had turned her little perfect girl into whatever you were now.Â
Your hand eventually met the hard plastic, you pulled it out, biting down on the inside of your cheek as you stood up and sat down on the edge of your bed.Â
Leah took a couple steps closer to you, standing directly in front of you.Â
âLook, itâs not mine, I only did it twice, my friends bought it over, I swear.â
Half of it was true.Â
âOpen the box, bubba.â
You felt your throat tighten, you felt like you were going to vomit, or pass out, or have a heart attack.Â
âMom, I didnât want to, I donât even like it, I just did it because my friends were, I swear.â
It was also another half truth.Â
âBubba, open the box.â
You bit down even harder on the inside of your cheek, reaching for the edge of the plastic box and opening it, revealing the two baggies of white powder inside of it.Â
Leahâs face fell, in a way that youâd never seen, youâd seen her disappointed before, this wasnât it, it was something else entirely and you werenât sure what.Â
âBubba.â
Your mom was a overly emotional person, you couldnât handle her crying right now though, you couldnât do it, you couldnât deal with her pretending she gave a shit when this was the first time in months that it felt like she cared, and it was all because of Jordan, not on her own volition.Â
âI swear mom, I swear, itâs not mine, I promise.â
It wasnât a lie, it hadnât started out as yours, youâre friends had left it behind after a weekend hangout and had never asked for it back, so it technically wasnât yours, technically.Â
âBubba, what is it?â
Leah reached for the box, picking up the two bags, the bags that you felt like held your whole life together.Â
âCocaine, itâs just a little bit of coke, my friends were using it before parties, I didnât like it, it made me feel dizzy and it hurt my head.â
The cocaine bit was a lie, but the fact you didnât like cocaine wasnât, it was the kind of stimulant which put you into over drive, the high lasted no where near as long and it made you feel like you werenât making sense.
You were hoping she would believe the cocaine, inevitably, cocaine was a pissy drug. Leah would have been at thousands of parties were cocaine was handed around, hell, you were fairly certain your mother had taken plenty of it. Cocaine was less addictive, good cocaine was also stupidly expensive, the value of it was fucked. Meth was cheap but a thousand times more addictive, cocaine was a better like.Â
âLia, get rid of it.â
Your mom handed the bag of joints over to Lia, as well as the bags of drugs, shoving them into her hands like they were burning her hands. âI donât even know what to say to you bubba.â
Your mom looked genuinely at a loss for words, her eyes kept darting between your eyes and your hands, which were shaking in front of you.Â
âMom, I promise, it was only a one time thing, really, I was just keeping it for my friends.â
As soon as the tears started spilling down Leahâs face you knew it was about to get bad.Â
She walked over to your desk, pulling the chair out from it and dragged it across the room until it was directly in front of you, your mother taking a seat.Â
Her hands came out to rest on your knees, they were shaking like yours, not as badly but still shaking, though for different reasons you assumed.Â
âYou told me the weed was a one time thing, that was a lie. I donât know what to believe anymore, youâve put me in a impossible situation, bubba. On one hand, I want to believe you. I want to believe the kid I raised, on the other hand you havenât given me reason to. You broke my trust, you lied to me, you broke the house rules. I donât ask a lot of you, I let you get away with more than your ma would let you, and I was fine with it because you were showing me you were a good kid, but now I honestly donât know what to think. You told me it was just the vapes, I thought you were using a little bit to much nicotine and now it turns out that youâre smoking pot and doing drugs. Youâve been hiding and lying and I just donât get why. Why bubba? Tell me why.â
Big tears were dripping from your mothers eyes, big, wet, fat tears pooling in her icey blue eyes.Â
âI donât know, okay? Iâm sorry mom, Iâm really sorry. Iâm sorry. I love you, I didnât mean it, it was just some fun, it was a one time thing, I promise.â
Leah pursed her lips, the same way you were, the sleeve of her shirt was pressed to her face, picking up the tears that were dripping down her jaw.Â
âIâm going to go and call your ma, this is a discussion we need to be having together, I need her here for this.â
Little did they know how bad it really was.Â
Leah stood up, you thought she would just leave, heading back down to make a call to your ma that would inevitably change your life, instead, she sat down next to you, her arms opening up.Â
You leaned into her side, letting her wrap both of her arms around you.Â
âIâm sorry mom, Iâm sorry.â
It was the only thing you could think of saying, the only thing that sounded right coming off the tip of your tongue.Â
âI love you so much my beautiful girl, weâll figure this out, your ma and I, weâre all going to figure this out.â
Leah held onto you for a little bit longer, her arms tightening onto you like you were holding her down to earth, like she would float away if she didnât.Â
Eventually she let go, her face was puffy and red, her sleeves were red and she sounded all sniffly.Â
âIâm going to go and phone Jord, weâre going to sort it all out, weâll figure this out, okay? Weâre both here for you, we both love you so much, youâre our little girl.â
You found it weird how easy it slipped off of her tongue, you wondered if she actually believed that she meant it, you wondered if when your mother said it that she meant it without really meaning it. There were words but there were no actions to support those words, just empty syllables and letters all formed together in a intricate lie.Â
You watched as Leah limped her way out of your room, her bad leg trailing behind her good one, rule number one of parenting a child you now know is drug addicted, never leave them alone in a room they can escape from when youâve just confronted them.Â
#woso#woso community#sammykworshipper thoughts#leah williamson#arsenal wfc#leah williamson x reader#jordan nobbs x reader#jordan and leah#jordan nobbs#wobbs breakup#its painful#trauma dumping#tears were shed#woso imagine#woso angst#sammykworshipperfics#pain sweet pain#fluff is coming#maybe
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D!ck
Symphony Smut Series Day 3: Doja Cat and Starbo3's D!ck
Lyric: She actin like an addict
Pairings: Husband!Sunoo Ă fem!wife!reader
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, pheromone usage, p in v, oral (f receiving), dom!Sunoo, sub!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, spitting, sort of a breeding kink, brat reader, swearing, french kisses
A/N: and day 3 has come! I loved writing for Sunoo, cause I've never written for him before and also CAUSE HE'S MY AGE YAAAS. So have some pheromones even though Sunoo doest need those for me to cling onto him
THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST
Buisness trips. So boring weren't they? For the wife of a man who was constantly on them, it was even more so.
"Sunoo another party today?" You're sighed, falling back on the bed as your husband laughed and adjusted his tie in the mirror.
"Im sorry darling, but I've got to attend." Sunoo fixed his hair, carefully combing down a cowlick, "Would you like to come too? You know that blue dress has been laying idle in your cupboard for a long time."
"It's turquoise, Sun." You grumbled, getting up and giving a quick kiss to your husband, before fumbling with his tie, "I'll wear it, only if you agree to give me what I want tonight."
Sunoo chuckled and leaned closer, basically pinning you against the wall, before going in for a deep kiss. His tongue collided with yours painfully, giving you the taste of something you've been wanting to devour for weeks.
"Ngh- Sun" you wanted him to eat you out right there and then.
"Tch tch impatient aren't you?" Sunoo chuckled. You could feel his erection press against your sweatpants, rubbing arousal into you.
"Tonight sunshine." Sunoo caressed your cheek, "I promise. Tonight after the party. Get all pretty for me alright?"
The night was coming too slow for you. All throughout the day, you did nothing but laze around, annoy the cook into teaching you how to make lasagna, failing at making said lasagna, and then speed running a Pokemon game.
But the real treasure of the day were the few minutes before you were getting ready.
Patting down the creases of your perfectly ironed dress, you admired yourself in the mirror, doing a little spin for yourself, and watching as the fabric perfectly spun like a Disney scene. The pearls on your neck stood out too, with their gliterry sheen and the gold embossments.
Reaching into your perfume drawer, you spotted a green coloured tube, which was labelled 'Oil perfume'.
You chuckled at that. Oil perfume, your ass. That, you were certain, was the 'special' perfume Sunoo has gotten you from Italy.
Chuckling like a villain to yourself, you took the greasy substance from the tube and applied it to your neck and wrists, where you knew Sunoo would kiss you, inhaling the intoxicating perfumes of the pheromone, and maybe he'd give you your cake earlier than before.
"Darling, you look stunning." Sunoo greeted you, as you stepped out of your room into the hallway.
"Thank you Sun." You giggled, promptly lifting your wrists up for Sunoo to kiss.
"Nice perfume." Sunoo kissed your wrists more harshly than he usually did.
"Fuck you smell so good."
You had no time to think about anything, as the next second, you were against the wall with Sunoo an inch from your face.
Your tongue danced with his in what seemed to a synchronized tango, the two of you treating each other with as much love and affection that your bodies could exude at the moment. His hands toyed with the hem of your dress, his fingers drawing small circles on your thigh. You brought your hands up to his face when you two pulled away from the kiss, pressing your lips against the tip of his nose. His lips connected themselves to your mouth once more, a smile on his face as he did.
He led you to the top of the bed, laying you down slowly as his body hovered on top of yours. He took a moment to take you in, how the light coming from the curtains accentuated your every feature. He leaned in, pressing a small kiss to your forehead and moving on to your cheeks. "Youâre so breathtaking baby." he whispered, his mouth coming to yours as he kissed you with such an intensity you'd never faced before.
He undid your dress after you gave him a curt nod, tossing it off to the side. He pressed his lips to the side of your neck, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses on the surface. You moved your neck to give him more access, offering what you could of your body so he could take. his hand moved downward, cupping your breast in his grasp. His fingers rolled around the nipples, pinching and tugging them the way that would have them hardening underneath his grasp. He bit down on your neck, his tongue running over the affected skin to soothe the sting a bit. His mouth moved down to your other breast, engulfing it and treating it the same as the other one.
You brought your hand down to his hair, grasping at the strands as his teeth gently tugged on your nipples. The buds started to erect with every swipe and lick that he took at them, his eyes locking on yours with every movement that he took. Your mouth slightly parted, your breathing starting to grow a little heavier as he stimulated your nipples. He pulled away, leaving a small kiss on the top of your breasts before pressing his lips against your stomach. He trailed kisses all the way down to your cunt, stopping where he knew that you needed him most. His lips moved to your inner thighs, pressing kisses against the delicate flesh. He bit into your right thigh, his fangs leaving their indenture when he pulled away from you.
His mouth eventually did make itself to your cunt, his tongue swiping across your folds to collect the slick that had accumulated. You closed your thighs around his head instinctively, watching as he looked up at you while licking a stripe up your pussy. "Always did taste so good for me, could spend hours buried in this pussy," he spoke up, his tongue going inside your hole after he finished with what he had to say. Your hands made their way to his hair, your fingers gently stroking his hair as he started to push his tongue in and out of you. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when your slick coated his tongue, often taking more pleasure in this than you. "Oh fuck, right there," you moaned out, your voice sounding needy as you felt his tongue hit that one spot inside of you.
He moaned, feeling your body shudder beneath him, your muscles clenching tight around his mouth. He moved faster, his fingers digging into your hips as he pressed his tongue deeper, relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure. "That's it, baby," he growled, his voice low and raspy.
You were right at that moment, feeling your belly pressurize as Sunoo moved like a maniac around your clit. But-
"Oh fuck this." Sunoo spat at your pussy, "I need you inside me."
Your eyes are fixated on his cock that yearns to be inside of your warmth. He pumps his length a few times, drops of precumming spilling out of his sensitive tip as he slowly lines himself up with your drooling entrance. You mewl out lewdly as he pushes himself in, filling you up completely and your palms fly up to his shoulders for purchase.Â
You're thankful he prepped you a little bit earlier otherwise you're not so sure if you could take him in one go like this. after a few heartbeats, he rolls his hips slightly, his pelvis rubbing against your puffy clit and you moan softly.Â
He picks up the tempo, his thrusts now faster and harder as the room echoes with the sounds of your pleasure and the bed creaking. his strong arms move your legs up to rest on his broad shoulders, making the position more intimate but most importantly, making it easier for him to go deeper.
Sunoo's nostrils are flared, taking in the sweet poison of your perfume. He didn't know what was making him act like this, but he loved it.
The kiss on your neck was gentle and innocent compared to the sinful actions being committed with each of his powerful thrusts. With every single drag of your tight cunt against his dick, constantly clenching around him deliberately which forced out a long string of groans as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
He dotes on the sound of your sweet voice calling out his name in a choked whisper, your nails clawing down his back. Your cunt pulsing around his cock. Your juices spilling from your hole as he thrusts into you like there's no tomorrow.
"Fuck Sunoo!" you cry as you cream around his cock, cunt tensing around him which pushes him over the edge too. He lets out a broken moan as his warmth fills you up. he stays inside of you for a few moments, not wanting his cum to go to waste.Â
"So I guess we'll be skipping the party today?" You look at your husband cheekily.
Sunoo glared at you and gripped your waist more tightly.
"You used that perfume didn't you?" He poked his cheek with his tongue, "Didn't know you were such an impatient slut for me."
"Don't worry darling.
I've not even started yet."
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Haunted Paintings Sketches!
Part one
I hope you enjoy the sketches I made of the paintings!
Also! Youâre free to use my ideas (please give credit ofc) if youâd like, bc I REALLY donât think Iâll write this one, no matter how much I want to. Itâs just too much and Iâve already got 3 unfinished fics and several other series to write for. If you have any questions, feel free to ask or send me a submission! You can also DM if youâd like!
TW: mentions of suicide, murder, depression, mental illness, just really dark, creepy stuff bc these are haunted paintings and they torment people :/ no scary drawings tho! I only described them (click for clarity)
Jazz:
Description: Jazz is sitting at a table in the middle of a flower garden with a book in one hand and a teacup in the other. She looks tranquil and is dressed formally. On the table are a few plates, a plate of cookies, a bookmark, an opened envelope and a bloody butter knife, and a teapot that is slightly out of view.
Use of mediums: gouache paint, watercolor, and pencils
Focus: Jazz amidst the flowers
Inspirations:
⢠The Queen of Hearts from âAlice in Wonderlandâ
⢠Galna from âMairimashita! Iruma-kunâ
Location: She used to be in the home of a random crime lord in Gotham for intimidation purposes. She was kept in the crime lordâs office before being relocated into Wayne Manor, where she sits in the hall across from the library.
Extra facts:
+ Her scary form would be one where her tea is filled with blood and the roses would be replaced with decapitated heads. The sky would turn dark red and the ground would be a pool of blood. Jazz would smile and look at the viewer with shark-like fangs and hollowed out eyes.
+ The tea she drinks is Darjeeling and the cookies are chocolate chip.
+ Although Jazz is the weakest painting, her effects are deadlier, more painful, and longer lasting than the others if her victims survive.
+ She causes paranoia and dizzy spells. Her effects are rather weak compared to the others, but when spending enough time with her, victims can also display symptoms of scurvy, which cannot be cured.
+ She was the first one I drew and also the easiest to plan. I just love her so much, sheâs one of my comfort characters so itâs not hard for me to find ideas for her đ
Valerie:
Description: Valerie stands in the middle of a dark, foggy forest, wearing a long dress and pressed close to a tree as if she is about to hide behind it. A branch covers her face and the trees around her curve into a circle with multiple holes within them. There is a Fenton thermos in the background on the floor and an axe in front of Valerie, sticking into the tree and oozing something.
Use of mediums: pencils and watercolor paint
Focus: Her hidden face
Inspirations:
⢠The Son of Man by RenÊ Magritte
⢠The Beast from âOver the Garden Wallâ
Location: She was kept in the back of an art museum, but the director has been hoping for someone to buy her and get rid of her, since he cannot handle the strain of having her inside of the gallery. Now she stands near the door to the entrance of Wayne Manor, a silent and deadly sentry.
Extra facts:
+ Her scary form would have her surroundings to turned into the entrance to a mouth or an intestine, red, fleshy, and bloody. There would be bones littering the floor everywhere and Valerie herself would become bloody and stained, with her face still hidden. Tortured faces would be seen through the fog.
+ The holes on the trees sometimes leak a mysterious substance.
+ Valerie is not the weakest, but she is not that powerful. However, she does amplify the othersâ effects to fatal degrees.
+ She causes paranoia and auditory hallucinations, often causing her victims to feel as though they are being watched relentlessly, which cannot go away. Eventually, her victims will shut themselves into their rooms and starve to death from the fear.
+ She and Tucker had switched ideas, but I had to trash them. I never got the opportunity to draw those ideas because I struggled so much with Tucker that when I eventually got inspiration for Valerie, I just went with it. Iâm quite happy with Valerieâs portrait now.
Dani:
Description: Dani, dressed formally, sits at the head of a table with a large painting and curtains behind her. She holds a fork and a knife over a pig head. Her gaze is downward and she looks like sheâs frowning softly. The dinner table is messy with three other dishes and a knocked over bottle of wine.
Use of mediums: oil paint and oil pastels
Focus: Dani holding the fork and knife
Inspirations:
⢠Rosieâs Tea Party by Mark Ryden
⢠âSpirited Awayâ (specifically that one scene where Chihiroâs parents eat the food)
Location: She was hidden by Vlad and kept safe with him. He keeps her in his office, where he can watch her. He only recently found her again, and he was determined to watch over her. Now she stays in the Wayne Manor's dining room, but often changes her position to be next to everyone else in the bedroom hallway.
Extra facts:
+ Her scary form would be one where all of her food dishes would be replaced by very obviously human parts, especially with the pig head becoming a human head. The curtains would turn to blood dripping down the wall and Dani would be smiling, taking a direct bite of the human head that was in front of her with her fork and knife.
+ The dishes she eats in the painting are: pig head, vulture thigh, lamprey eels, and sheep brain.
+ Her at the dining table is meant to signify greed and gluttony, 2 of the most simplest sins.
+ She causes great feelings of hunger and paranoia in others. When spending too much time with her, some victims turn to self-cannibalism to sate their never ending starvation.
+ Originally, both her and Danâs ideas were switched, so Dan wouldâve been the one feasting and Dani wouldâve been the one looking at her reflection. However, I switched them around because I felt like it wouldâve been spookier. I even finished the drawing with Dan and everything, but then I just erased him and drew in Dani đ
Dan:
Description: Dan is standing in front of a mirror, glancing behind his shoulder, while his reflection shows something different: him looking at everyone else and the door behind him by looking at the mirror. The party guests are all wearing masks and there are chandeliers on the ceiling. The party looks vaguely fancy, but messy with secrets.
Use of mediums: Oil paints
Focus: His reflection
Inspirations:
⢠Jeff Lee Johnson and his art
Location: He was kept in a locked safe within a rich personâs house in Italy. He had to been wrecking havoc on the nerves of everyone around him, but he is now safe and happy in Wayne Manor, where he is kept in the office to the entrance of the Batcave.
Extra facts:
+ His scary form would have all of the party guests dead, but their eyes would face the viewer. Dan's reflection would also be dead, but his actual self would be the same, only with an eerie smile as his eyes follow the viewer. In the doorway would be the figure of Danny. Blood would cover the entire floor and walls, but nobody would react to it.
+ Dan keeps his own masquerade mask in his pocket.
+ The woman who is directly staring at him is supposed to look like Maddie.
+ He causes viewers intense mood swings and long, often violent mania episodes or mind-numbing depression episodes. Those who keep staring at him will gain the feeling of being watched and haunted, often with visual hallucinations, resulting in losing their mind from fear and then killing others in their terror and panic.
+ I tried so hard to make Dan as handsome as possible. I think I pulled it off bc Iâm a little bit in love with him ong, but I also kinda have to be bc I draw him so often
Tucker:
Description: Tucker is in the back shot of a desert, with his back towards the viewer, staring at a large skeleton that is seemingly climbing over a large sand dune. The skeleton has flowers in its eyes, and its hand reaches over the horizon. There is a single sun in the sky and an arm holding a pocket watch sticks out of the sand close to the viewer.
Use of mediums: gouache paint, pens, and pencils
Focus: The large skull
Inspirations:
⢠JT Music (specifically their JT album covers)
⢠The Giant God Warrior from âNausicaa of the Valley of the Windâ
⢠âDuneâ
Location: He was originally kept in one of the rooms within the GIW headquarters. Now, he is kept within Wayne Manor, and stays in the theater room, where he whispers to the Wayne residents what movies he wants to watch. Sometimes, he moves to the garage.
Extra facts:
+ His scary form is one where the skull becomes covered in meat and flesh, oozing blood and tar while the sand turns red. The scene turns to darkness, and more limbs would sprout from the ground. Tucker would be nothing but a pile of flayed skin, crumpled into the sand.
+ GIW agents were unable to experiment on him, since he would purposefully cause machinery to misfire and slowly corrode his surroundings.
+ His painting is meant to be a little comic book-esque with one of his mediums being ink, but I felt like that wouldnât be a PAINTing, so nvm
+ He causes visual hallucinations, hypovolemia, headaches, blindness, and osteoporosis :). Often, when his victims are autopsied, sand and salt can be found within all of their organs. He emits so much radiation that he can wear down the materials of the place he is stored in.
+ I DREW HIM THREE DIFFERENT TIMES OML, FIRST IT WAS HIM IN A WORKSHOP, THEN IT WAS HIM IN A MARSH, THIS IS THE FINAL PICTURE I CANNOTTTT IM DONE
Sam:
Description: Sam stands on top of a small, grassy hill with a path leading to a grave and an angel statue on top of it, close enough that she is blocking it. Around the hill are pomegranate trees and hanging corpses. There is no sun, but there are clouds as Sam stands with her back to the viewers in a long goth-styled dress.
Use of mediums: paper, glue, acrylic paint
Focus: Her standing on the hill
Inspirations:
⢠This Reddit picture of a liminal garden
⢠A mix of weirdcore and dreamcore aesthetics
Location: She was tossed into the ocean by her parents when they first saw her, but she later washed up on an island and now the animals and plants there act erratically and strangely. Finally, she was relocated to Wayne Manor, where she hangs on a wall within the greenhouse, happily watching over the plants there.
Extra facts:
+ Her scary form would be one where eyes would replace all of the pomegranates, staring at the viewer. The paper used to make her would become flesh textured and bloody, and Sam would appear abnormal, broken into pieces and cracked, turning around and smiling at the viewer with shark-like teeth. The grass would become hairy skin and the sky would become red, with swirls and more eyes.
+ Sam's "painting" is actually made of mostly paper, since it is a collage. It is a bit touched up by paint and all of the materials used are vegan and ethically sourced, though they do change.
+ The flora and fauna in the island she landed on have mutated so much that theyâre basically mindless. They protect Sam relentlessly.
+ She causes general insanity and relentless symptoms in her victims, such as paranoia, intense episodes of mania and depression, itchiness that can result in self harm, and violent, unexplained behavior in animals and plants. She also emits so much radiation that she can cause sporadic DNA mutations, resulting in several forms of cancer and mental instability, often resulting in victims becoming inhuman and monstrous forms of themselves.
+ Originally, Samâs portrait was supposed to be in a garden, but I wanted it more âliminal spaceâ themed, and I think I got it right. I think itâs really simple, but I also feel like if I was able to create it in real life, it would be more interesting because it is a collage of paper and paint.
Danny:
Description: a picture of black blotches and scribbles with muddy and red stains. Any features besides the ornate frame is hidden underneath the stains.
Use of mediums: pencils, ink, charcoal, tar, blood
Focus: His crying
Inspirations:
⢠SCP-035 (âThe Possessive Maskâ)
⢠The Anguished Man by an unknown artist (itâs a haunted irl painting!)
⢠Bendy and the Ink Machine
Location: He was cloning himself in order to jump through universes to find his family. In the current universe, he was with the League of Shadows before he was found and brought back to the Wayne Manor. He is in the hallway with the bedrooms of the Wayne residents.
Extra facts:
+ His scary form is technically his normal form because he cannot turn it off. Once he is happy again, his normal form would be one with him and his family, smiling and happy. Until then, he haunts the minds of others and ravages their sanity.
+ Heâs been traveling all over the multiverse in order to find his family. Coincidentally, theyâve all been in the same world for some time.
+ He screams all day and night for his family. Itâs so bad that Danny has destroyed thousands of worlds in his grief.
+ He causes the worst of all symptoms, often causing the viewers who look at him to go insane and kill themselves or others, even if it is only a few seconds. Even those who stay in the same room next door to him are consumed with suicidal thoughts and intense moments of psychosis. Those who have survived encountering him and have some semblance of mind left say that he âcriesâ relentlessly. His paintings leak a black substance that corrodes the place around him.
+ Literally all I did for this picture was scribble in my notes app, take a screenshot, and then scribble some more on photos LMAO
Extra notes:
+ Jazz, Dani, and Dan showing their face while Sam, Tucker, and Valerie hiding theirs is intentional. Danny is a mix of both, because he actually IS showing his face, but you canât see it past the black and red.
+ Every painting has a flower inside of it, specifically a carnation, which are often funeral flowers, and can mean gratitude, remembrance, love, and affection.
+ Every painting also has a mention or appearance of Danny in it.
+ I also tried to put hints of bad omens or signs of death within every painting. Some examples are Daniâs painting with the chopsticks sticking out of the bowl (a sign of bad luck and death), or Danâs painting, where a woman is being strangled in the background and another is being killed.
+ All of the paintings generally have an ability to teleport to places nearby and can actually snatch up viewers to shove them into their domain. This can be a defensive mechanism (the paintings protect the Bats) or an offensive ability (they pull victims in and kill them). They also all have weapons on them that are hidden or not so hidden.
+ I struggled a lot with ideas and how to get started on some characters because I just had so many, and I wanted it to be creepy, but not noticeably creepy, like most paintings. Iâm sad to say that I wasnât able to use some of my planned ideas from inspirations of actual haunted paintings.
+ Discarded inspirations: The Rain Woman by Svetlana Telets (my favorite!! Please look it up if you can!!), this picture I saw on Reddit of a sheep being stuck under ice with its back exposed, a workshop idea with Tucker, and Dani and âDaughter of Evilâ with mirrors and everything.
+ The world where Danny and co., come from is different from the world theyâre currently in. Itâs like a world where some people are the same, but others are not. Example: the GIW, Maddie, Jack, and Vlad exist, but Danny and Jazz never made it past their childhood. So basically a What-If world or something.
+ Their backstories are somewhat undecided, but basically, something dangerous happened to them in their home dimension and it was so bad that Danny captured all of their souls and put them into paintings so they would live (with the help of Clockwork). However, by doing this, he scattered their souls and paintings throughout the universes and he went crazy from it, and turned himself into a painting too so he could find them. Now his cloned paintings travel and sends itself to other worlds to find his family again, often leading to their destruction from his power.
Or something? Lol
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âĄKnockout Love - Changbin
MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST
pairing: boxer! Changbin x fem! reader
summary: In a bustling city, a talented fighter is climbing the ranks of the professional boxing world. During a crucial match, Changbin locks eyes witn you in the audience. Distracted, he takes a hard hit to the face...
warnings: just fluff, kissing, physical fighting (punching, kicking), gambling
a/n: this one was a little more personal and I just thought binnie fit the role so perfectly! Happy birthday Binnie baby!
Adrenaline is defined as a substance that is released in the body of a person who is feeling a strong emotion, causing the heart to beat faster and give the person more energy. Changbin was close to the finish line. Years of running in a straight line had led him to this exact point. He could see it just ahead.
The arena buzzed with excitement, the crowdâs roar echoing off the walls as the two fighters entered the ring under the bright, unforgiving lights. In one corner stood Changbin, his muscles taut and eyes focused. Across from him stood his opponent, a well-known fighter who bounced lightly on his feet, exuding confidence and agility. Changbin watched as he flitted back and forth, arms already raised and ready. Something about this fight felt different, some kind of electricity buzzed in the air around them.
As the first bell rang, his opponent charged forward, throwing a series of quick jabs. Changbin deftly dodged and countered with a powerful uppercut, landing it squarely on the other fighterâs chin. Changbinâs opponent faltered for a moment but quickly recovered. The fighter danced around the ring, his footwork impeccable. While Changbin relied on brute strength, delivering punishing blows whenever he saw an opening. He could hear his coach shouting at him from the corner of the ring.
Come on! Hit him! Donât back down!
Everything had been leading to this. All of his training, all of his tireless, bleeding, aching, miserable moments had led him to this. Changbin had never known anything in life that he wanted more than to win. Until he saw you.
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You were on a terrible date. Not just terrible. But a boring, incompatible, mentally exhausting date. The man escorting you around town was exactly your type. He was tall, handsome, successful and arrogant. But as the two of you walked downtown, you couldnât help but wonder why you were so miserable. He was everything you had always looked for in a man. He even smelled rich, so what was the problem?
He continued to talk on his phone as he led you down the street. He was presumably on a business call with some other rich assholes that were most likely just as arrogant. Mr. Wall Street. He led you to a rundown building that looked like it should be condemned. You furrowed your brow at the sight while your date gave you a cocky smile and a simple: trust me. You followed Mr. Wall Street down a flight of stairs that opened up to a large, abandoned warehouse. Inside was one single boxing ring surrounded by hundreds of screaming men. Some men yelled obscenities while some had fists full of cash they were swinging around wildly.
âWhy did you bring me here?â You asked with a sneer.
Mr. Wall Street looked you up and down and rolled his eyes. âCome on baby,â his arm already snaking around your waist, âit will be fun. Besides, I always make great money on this guy.â
His finger pointed to a stocky, but chiseled boxer at one end of the ring. Your eyes drank in his entire form, his arms glistening from the bright lights, his forehead dripping with sweat. While his body looked very strong and almost intimidating, his face looked soft and kind. You continued to stare at the boxer as you and Mr. Wall Street took your seats beside the ring. You listened to the MC announce his name as Seo Changbin.
The fight had begun with the first bell ring. You watched the way Changbin moved and landed blows with an almost water-like fluidity. The crowd erupted with every successful hit, a sea of cheering, gasping, and shouting, their energy feeding the intensity of the match. Your heart picked up speed as your eyes followed Changbinâs movements. You had never been to a boxing match before, never even watched one on the television. However, you found yourself captivated with his ebb and flow.
âDidnât I tell you this guy was great?â Mr. Wall Street slugged his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him.
Your body reacted immediately, tensing up and already trying to pull away. But instead you nodded your head, fixing your eyes back on the match.
In the final round, both fighters were exhausted. The score was tied and everyone waited with bated breath as the bell echoed through the room. Determination etched on his face, Changbin fought through the main that was coursing through his muscles. The first rule they teach you, before anything else, is to keep your eyes on your opponent. Never break eye contact, even for a second. Because that second could change everything.
Changbinâs fists were like pistons, relentless and powerful. His opponent's moves, however, were calculated. Each punch landed with a resounding thud, sending ripples of pain through their bodies. Sweat flew off their brows with every impact, muscles straining under the pressure. Pressure was all Changbin had been feeling for months. He dodged another hit, this time barely missing his chin. As he turned his head swiftly to the left, his eyes locked with yours. You were luminous. The harsh lights of the arena seemed to give you an angelic glow that singled you out from the rest of the crowd. He had never seen anything so beauti-
Never break eye contact, not even for a second.
Changbinâs opponent saw his opening and pounced with hestistation, landing a devastating hook that sent Changbin to the mat. The crowd exploded in a mixture of cheers and anger. Some men even tried to rush the ring, seeing their money, their bets, fall flat onto the floor of the mat. Changbin laid unconscious for a moment, his coach at his side, shaking and slapping his face. The referee soon entered the ring and lifted the arm of the other fighter. The audience was en emotion mix of joy and sadness, including Mr. Wall Street.
You stood from your seat and tried to see Changbin from the waves of angry men that were now surrounding him. As you attempted to get closer, your date grabbed your hand and pulled you aside and down a hallway.
âWhat-What are we doing?â You stammered as your date continued to pull you behind him.
âThat asshole owes me money! I canât believe he lostâŚâ Mr. Wall Street was fuming, his grip on your hand growing stronger.
The two of you finally stopped outside of a plain, white door. His fists pounded on the door and demanded to see the fighter, Changbin. Changbin opened the door slowly, holding a small ice pack on his cheek.
âYeah?â He spoke with a soft exhaustion.
Mr. Wall Street stood fuming. The air was thick with anticipation as the two men faced each other. Changbin hadnât noticed you standing there, his head still cloudy from the fight. Your date stepped closer and demanded money. He told Changbin that he is not a man who likes to lose. He told him that he was getting that money one way or another. Changbin scoffed and rolled his eyes. This was not the first time an entitled asshole came crying to him when they lost a bet. You slowly stepped in front of your date and apologized.
âSorry about this, about the fight.â You said in a tender voice. You werenât really sure what to say, but you felt you had to say something. Changbinâs eyes softened as he recognized your face again. His body instinctively moved towards yours as you spoke. His eyes watched you closely, almost hypnotized by the sound of your voice.
Mr. Wall Street huffed and swiftly grabbed your arm, pulling you back behind him. You let out a sharp gasp as you stumbled backwards. Changbin felt lightning shooting through his fingertips at the sight of you falling back. He didnât think about his next move, he didnât have to. His fists clenched as his jaw tightened. With a swift motion, Changbin swung his fist, landing a solid punch on Mr. Wall Streetâs jaw. A sharp crack echoed, and he staggered back, pain flashing across his face. He looked at You then back and Changbin before finally shouting âfuck this!â
He was gone in a flash down the hallway while the two of you stood across from each other in complete silence. Changbin shook off his hand, his knuckles tingling slightly from the impact. He looked at you again, âAre you alright?â His voice was a little gruff and irritated.
You didnât think about your next move, you didn't have to. Your heart raced as you crashed your lips into his. His lips were soft and warm against yours. You felt the gentle pressure as he pulled you closer, his hand resting lightly on your back. A rush of warmth spread through you, a mix of excitement and tenderness. The entire arena seemed to fade away and all you could think about was how right this moment felt. Changbin held you close against him, his arms surrounding you completely. He was so delicate with you, so tender. Changbin moaned softly into the kiss as you leaned further into him. He had never been so happy to lose a fight.
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whirlpool's personal fic recs, part 2
well, it's been a minute since the first time I did this, so here's some more great fics I've read since then.
(this is a totally fresh list! if by chance you see a repeat from part 1, it's only because there's been an update to it since then)
-> Please let me know if any of my links are messed up, or if I got a tumblr handle wrong!
rarepairs/3somes/from perspective of other characters:
Biggest Dick on Base by @impalachick (Crosby/Bucky) you guys. this one is soooo hot. oh the dialogue is sooooo good. as the author says, "It's canon that Croz and Egan are the two horniest guys in the 100th" and this fic NAILS it!
dancing cheek to cheek (to cheek) by @meyerlansky (Curt/Bucky/Buck) Curt POV and it's soooo good, equal weight is given to the Curtbucky of it all, and there's this summering electricity in the Curtgale, and the Buckbucky devotion is so real, it's a true threesome fic and author absolutely nailed it!! also start taking your chances in the same series, WHEW!
I Get A Feeling That I Never Had Before by @darkimpala1897 (Clegan+Hambone) 978 words, so it's short but sweet! Funny and original and creative, and like, of COURSE this is how Buck discovers his feelings for Bucky & Ham.
Learning Curve by @hogans-heroes Clegan through the perspective of Alex Jefferson, explores his friendships with Buck and Bucky, and his observations of them from an outside view! Really heartbreaking and sweet and touching, such a great writing style.
Pegasus by merle_p (Rosie/Bucky) Egan is an absolute horny menace and a terrible authority figure sometimes lmao, and this fic gets it! Loved the characterization in this one. And the ending is just <3
Render Me a Wreck by @almost-a-class-act (Brady/Bucky) you guysssss you GUYSSSSSSS you KNOW I love me a Brady fic and holy shit this one is IT! this one is IT!!!! absolute masterpiece that comes roaring out of the gate and never lets up. a must-read!
save yours, and take mine from me by @corrosivesaints (Brady/Bucky) another Brady fic and I loveeeeee it!!! this author absolutely nails Brady's prickly little personality and the mutual trust and attraction between him and Bucky. and not just trust to not turn each other in, trust as in knowing they need to keep each other ALIVE. which is basically love. as the author said, "guys who are not normal about each other and never will be" <3
Squared Away by @meyerlansky (Curt/Bucky) wheeee you know i love me some John whump, and luckily Curt is there to give him what he needs <3 such a vivid writing style, love it!
the vein in my neck adores you by @galetops (Harding/Bucky) hardingbucky hARDINGBUCKY AAAAAAAAAAA!!!! bro!!!!!! oh it's so delicious, power abuse is one of my fave tropes and John gets fuckeddddddd OVER in this one. gripping. devastating tbh.
Would You Mind? by @johnslittlespoon @nicijones (Ken/Bucky and then Ken/Bucky/Gale) HOT! hot! HOT!!!!!! oh god I was literally melting....... KenBucky is so big brained and the way the authors characterize them is just. so good. did I mention it's HOT??!!?!?!
Clegan+Marge:
A Big Surprise by @sweaterkittensahoy (PerpetualMotion) (Clegan+Marge) MARGE GETS THE STRAP OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! biggest yeah buddy ever!!!!!!!
A Horse is Not a Home by @fascinationstrt (Clegan+Marge) Lovely and sweet, explores their post-war trauma and all of them coming together to support each other and also like. literally coming together. hee hee!!
Barefoot and Bareback by @soliloquy-dawn aaaaabrhrfhgh it's so HOT and physical and playful and fun!!! love the little notes of dom/sub floating in and out, truly just feels like you're watching something sweet and sexy between 3 people who love each other!
clegan fics:
3am eternal by @feyd-meowtha 90s club scene AU, oooff it gets messy, deals with the consequences of John's substance abuse and Gale's avoidance and overall both of their lack of communication, and god!! it's so good
a thousand feet per second by anonymous Sub Gale, Dom Bucky and it's delicioussssss, Gale is not doing well <3
another version of me, I was in it by @majorbuckyegan (brianmaybrianmay) post-war, hurt/comfort sex after Bucky has a nightmare reliving running through the forest. love when Gale gently leads Bucky to where he needs to go!!
baby doll eyes by @ladybundle John gets smashed on stalag hooch and ohhh it's hot and sad and beautiful and full of yearning!!!
Baby Iâm on Fire & Keep Me Forever by @oopsiedaisiesbaby Teacher Gale and Student John (not underage fic) and yeesh!!! both of them are a menace tbh and I lovedddd both of these!!!
Before the Dawn by @atlanticslide THE stalag fic, like when I envision them in the stalag, it always turns out that I am just remembering something from this fic!!! especially the parts where they are in separate compounds and talking through the fence!?!?! like ouch. like wow. a slowwww burn and it's so worth it!
Branded by @hogans-heroes Gale stalag whump and protective Buckyyyyyyyyyy <3 oh my heart!!!! so good!!!
crossroads by @shipstorms (ipsilateral) has a BoB tag but you don't need any BoB knowledge for this fic!! Bucky and his unrequited love for Gale and it's ouch....it's oh.... I definitely recommend for the beautiful writing!
diamond eyes by @vveissesfleisch (cunninglinguist) whewwwwww dom gale and sub john and it's awesome!! jealousy and desperation and then getting their shit together in the end <3
Extinct Animals by @feyd-meowtha Mad Max AU, but as someone who has 0% familiarity of Max Max franchise, I can assure you no background knowledge is needed. this fic is BRUTAL. this fic is CRAZY!! it's heartbreaking and feral and raw and everyone is clawing for survival and it's soooooo well-written!
futile devices by @drylite ohhhhhh this one will forever be famous in my mind, John gets sick in the stalag and Gale takes care of him but it's so much more than that, this fic is HUGE to me, the feelings and John's descent into his stalag spiral, it's all so beautifully written!!
He Calls Me Bunny by @johnslittlespoon modern AU, John wears a bunny costume to their college Halloween party and Gale fucks him about it <33333333333 HEART EYES FOR THIS FIC!
hit me where the heart is by @london-cowboy / @luckydeuce Ohhhhh my god this fic. THIS FIC!!! modern BDSM AU, John is a medevac helicopter pilot who once transported Gale from a horrible private plane crash, and then they encounter again years later -- but like. ALSO THERE'S SO MANY OTHER THINGS GOING ON AND IT'S ALL MIND-BLOWING!!! past fucked-up Harding/John and current Harding/Gale and that's just the tip of the iceberg. so good. sooooooo good.
i followed fires by @swifty-fox Wild West/spooky supernatural AU. suing for emotional damages!!!!!! genuinely cried from this fic. and not just sniffle sniffle dab at my eyes. I'm talking tears streaming down my face, can't see anymore, this fic is HOLY SHIT WOW.
I think the love I bear you should make you not to die by @amiserableseriesofevents (WonderGinia) soooooo heartwrenching, multiple timelines and so many times they get so close but then lose each other
if it feels like love (then it must be love) by @rangerelizabeth College AU and it's a goddamn masterpiece!! John is Gale's RA and Gale navigates dorm life and college life and a new relationship and it's just. such a great journey from start to end!
jump the gun by @swifty-fox Part 2 of Outlaw AU (highly recommend Part 1 as well, obviously!) and whoa. hits you right in the gut. love love loveeee how swifty weaves the parallels between show canon and this au, while also keeping it super fresh and creative and you never know what's gonna happen next! there's one particular line that absolutely BROKE me......such a good read
kinktober 2024 by anonymous Goddddd. GODDDDDDDDD. Every time I got an update email for this fic, it was like get hand-delivered a delicious slice of chocolate cake that also happened to encompass like every single dirty kink and fantasy I've ever wanted to read???? author is big-brained. author is living in the 4th dimension. READ THESE!!
kiss my cheek, and pretend we're lovers by @euph0riacc Modern Au - Iraq War, and it's soooo creative and the desert setting is so well-described and the whole ensemble is weaved into this new imagining so well!! truly so creative and so well-executed, highly recommend a read!
knuckleball by @drylite PIT STUFF!!!!!!! PIT STUFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PIT STUFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! let me tell you i was screaming pretty much through my entire reading experience of this. did i mention. pIT STUFF??????????????
let us not desert one another; we are an injured body by @irregularcollapse cannibalism fic oh my godddd oh it's sickeninggggg (positive) it's crazy (positive) it's insane (positive)!!
Looking for Eight by @weimarweekly (VoluptuousPanic) modeln rodeo AU. absolutely blows my mind, every single chapter is so perfectly written, it's vivid and it's sweet and it's truly alive!! definitely take your time to savor each paragraph...so worth it.
love means nothing (in tennis) by @irregularcollapse this was in my part 1, but it's had an updateeeeee since then, so go read it!!! gale's orthorexia and overexercising goes brrrrrr
Moecher by @inpotatoeswetrust (Razor_to_the_rosary) fantastic, very show-like dialogue, love the Curt & Bucky friendship keeping it reallll, deals with John's slippery descent into his alcohol abuse and how hard it is to pull oneself out of that path!! but also like. john jerking off to a stolen letter from Gale. dry humping. HOT!!!
never falter or fail by anonymous Post-war John is in the hospital with temporary amnesia after a flight crash, he's getting visitors from his war days, but perhaps not everyone is who they claim to be....really creative, beautiful storytelling!! i'm hooked!!!
No Proof, One Touch by @c-goldthorn sweat kink!!! pit stuff!!! oh you knowwwww I'm here for it! it's flight school and it's so sweeeeeet too i love them so much your honor
Only You Can Cool my Desire by @johnslittlespoon a one-shot in the Tough and Sweet AU (which you should totally check out!!), Gale's POV this time and oohhh overstimulated, begging, overheated John <3
Rack 'Em Up and Knock 'Em Down by @happy-days19 a whump collection, each chapter is a one-shot and super creative and varied!! love it!!
release, please (no longer on ao3) by anonymous Oh goddd I wish I knew who wrote this, if you're out there plssssss shoot me a message, I love this fic so much!!!! Gale lets John piss himself and then he lets him come and christttt. I legit have this saved on my google drive because it's just like. everything to me.
Sous Le Ciel de Paris by @rambleonwaywardson Modern Olympics AU, Gale is an equestrian and John is a gymnast, super creative and well-researched (as ALWAYS by this author!!) and also HORSIES and also JOHN INJURY! hee hee <3
Stripper, Occasionally Hooker by @donotnomi Modern AU, lawyer Gale and dancer John, this AU is everythinggggg to me!!!! corporate intrigue!! paulina and harding at the law office and ensemble at the club! I can't even put into words how sexy and hot and mindblowing stripper john is, somewhere in the realm of surface of the sun perhaps???? I LOVE THIS FIC OH MY GODDDD. I EAT IT UP. I RE-READ IT CONSTANTLY. go read it, I beg of youuuu
Wind in the Wire by @livelaughlove-write extreme gale whump in the stalag, such a great concept and love seeing the author explore it here!
windfall by @rangerelizabeth modern meet-cute, John meets Gale in a corn maze and pretends to be lost so that they can spend more time together <3 so cute!!
Wrapped Around Your Finger (You Say That I'm A Home Run) by @johnslittlespoon Gale cleans up John's face after he picks a fight, and he's a little mean about it and then they fuck about it and it's great!!!
You Donât Ever Have to be Stronger Than You Really Are by @oopsiedaisiesbaby ABO fic yeah baby!!! except they're stuck in the stalag and they're both miserable and hungry and itching to get out and oh it hits so good!
You, Me, and the Sky by @oopsiedaisiesbaby Major Character Death, so mind the tags, heartbreaking and gripping and terrifying and beautiful and sad!
"You were doing all this to a toothpick?" by anonymous Gale's oral fixation.....yeah you know where this is going >:-)
Your Idiot by @eternallytired17 John gets hit on a mission and doesn't register it until he's literally collapsing wheeeee!!! so good!!!
#mota fic#john egan#gale cleven#john brady#curt biddick#once again mindblown at how talented this fandom is!!!#i love you allllllll#post
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delicate - chapter one: someone new
3.4k / pairing: joel miller x f!reader
Series Masterlist | Next Chapter
summary: Sarah decides itâs time for her dad to start dating again. Joel isnât sure he needs to, but decides if itâs for Sarah, heâs willing to give it a go. After a few failed attempts, he finally stumbles across someone new.Â
A/N: This is the first chapter of a new fic co-written with @thetriumphantpanda - weâre both so excited for you all to finally read what weâve been working on. Youâll be able to find the masterlist on both of our Tumblrs, and weâll be taking turns in posting chapters, so if you want to keep up to date with posting, please make sure youâre following us both!Â
warnings: Joel being terrible at dating apps, mentions of being a single parent, flirting, rom-com vibes, allusions to more mature themes but nothing explicit as of now, foul language, mentions of food & alcohol, Sarah & Tommy being menaces.Â
âDad, have you thought about settling down soon?â
Joel had nearly just sat down at the dining table, a warm bowl of chili stinging his hands as he set down a glass of water with a quiet huff.Â
âAm settled down.â He grumbled, diving straight into the warm bowl with ferocity.Â
Sarah sighed quietly and circled her fingertip over the rim of her water glass.Â
âI mean,â she tries again, âsettled down with someone.â
Sarah knows this is a weird topic to bring up over dinner. She can see it in the way her father stops chewing on his food, his water glass halfway to his lips now frozen midair.
Since she was a small girl, her fatherâs world revolved around her. She put the sun in the sky and the smiles on his face. He put her through years of soccer practice and clarinet lessons, drove her across the state for tournaments, and made her favorite dinner when it was her birthday. She was his little girl.Â
Sarah knew she had a very loving father, always lucky in that regard, but that love felt a little lost when she started attending university. All she could think about was leaving her dad in an empty house with no one to cook for, no one to bug about cleaning their room. He didnât have anyone besides Uncle Tommy. And Sarah was sure that was the last person he wanted to spend his free time with. Â
Fresh from graduating with a bachelorâs degree in biology from Texas State University, Sarah opted to live at home for a year in the hopes of saving up money for med school. And perhaps she could complete the side quest of finding a potential date for her dad.Â
Joel clears his throat and wipes his hand on a paper towel, smearing it a reddish-orange from the chili.
âDonât need anyone else when Iâve got you, peanut.â He gave a lopsided smile and continued eating.Â
Why would she ask something like that? Why was she thinking about finding someone for him?Â
Joel thought of himself as an independent man. Never went looking for love, going on about his business, so why start now?Â
Sarah looked unsure of what to say next, wanting to push the conversation and letting that uncertainty fill the air between them.Â
Joel sighs, his spoon sputtering in the bowl and listening to it clang around the rim.Â
âYou donât gotta worry about me, kid. Iâm fine on my own.â He insisted, shrugging casually.
âUncle Tommy and I were talking about you, more specifically about you dating-â
Joel buried his face in his hands, letting out a loud, exasperated sigh as he ran his hands down his face, calloused palms scraping against beard stubble.Â
âSarah, what did I tell you about talkinâ to Uncle Tommy? Take nothinâa substance from those conversations.âÂ
âDad, please.â His little girl was frowning now, desperate puppy dog eyes searching his own. âHow bad would it be if Uncle Tommy and I put you on a few dating apps, yâknow? You could meet a nice woman, take her out for dinner, do whatever you want, but you canât not try anymore.âÂ
Joel snuffed out a scoff, quickly dialing it down once he was receiving daggers.Â
âPeanut, ya just⌠you get to a certain age where you give up on that type of stuff. Love nâall. Mâan old dog, been outta the game for too long.â Joel returned to his dinner, thinking the conversation was done and over with.Â
Sarah let out a heavy breath through her nostrils and crossed her arms. âDad, weâre finding you someone, or at least weâre going to try. You canât just-just shrug off your feelings!âÂ
Sarahâs chair scraped backward, standing up suddenly and commandeering the room.Â
âItâs better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. What happened with Mom was a long time ago. You canât shut off trying to find love. I saw you go on two dates when I was growing up. Two! You canât say youâve tried, you canât say you donât want it, everyone wants to find their special someone. And you,â she said with wide, frantic eyes. âYou are not done trying. Not if I have anything to say about it.âÂ
Joel sat in silence as Sarah retrieved her bowl of chili and glass of water, fleeing up the stairs to her room. He sat back in his chair, shifting his jaw from side to side in thought.Â
Guilt festered in his chest. Seeing Sarah so adamant about something like his love life was telling it was something she thought a fair amount about. She worried about his happiness, his life alone.Â
Though he thought a life of solitude worked well for him, he couldnât deny that small part of him that wished he had someone to share the little moments with. Sarah wouldnât be living at home forever, and she would never be replaced in Joelâs heart, but maybe she was right that it was time for him to start trying again.Â
âOkay, so I downloaded Tinder, Hinge, Bumble, eHarmony, and Farmerâs Only.âÂ
Sarah paraded around Joelâs smartphone, downloading different online dating apps left and right while he watched helplessly beside her on the couch. He could feel a headache spark in his temple already.Â
âMânot a farmer.âÂ
Sarah simply shrugged and opened up the first app, Tinder. âTrue, but weâre trying to keep our options open.âÂ
Joel sighed and leaned back into the couch cushions, hearing the front door open without a knock. His brother, Tommy, paraded inside, a six-pack of beer in his hand and a jean jacket in the other.Â
âThe hell are you doinâ here?â Joel asked as he saddled his hands on his knees and pushed himself off the couch, eyes narrowed on his younger brother.Â
âWhat? You think I would miss Sarah putting you up for auction?âÂ
âHey,â Sarah said defensively, disliking that her Uncle Tommy was making fun of her genuine attempt to find Joel a woman. âDonât make him feel bad. It took several hours of convincing just to get him to hand me his phone.âÂ
Tommy sneered and plopped down into Joelâs recliner, cracking open a beer despite it only being late afternoon. Hell, he might need one too.Â
âOkay, Dad, focus. We need to fill out some of the Tinder prompts.â Sarah patted the section of the couch beside hers, Joel joining her after a few grumbles of resistance.Â
âPrompts? What sorta prompts?â He asked, craning his neck to look at the phone screen she held up in her hands.Â
âPrompts to get to know you better. You know, like, what are your likes and dislikes, what are you looking for in a relationship, where would you want to take someone for a first date,â Sarah continued the list until Tommyâs chuckle broke her concentration.Â
âAinât Tinder for hookinâ up with chicks?â Tommy asked, making Joelâs head snap to Sarah.Â
âSarah, the hell are you doinâ to me?âÂ
âItâs not just for hookups, dad-â
âYes, it is.â Tommy snicked, making Sarah glare at him.Â
âCâmon, weâre trying everything to see what sticks.â
Joel felt rather hopeless about the whole ordeal. They added pictures, and Sarah crafted answers for his prompts. He didnât really know what the hell he was doing with the whole left, right, swiping action. At one point, he expanded the age search by accident and didnât realize it the next morning until he got a very forward message from a young woman.Â
Hey, good looking ;) you look like a big man in more ways than one, if you catch what I mean⌠how about you come over to mine and show me a good time, I bet we can make it fit if we try hard enough.Â
Joel storms into the kitchen, shoving his phone at Sarahâs face, âTake that damn app off,â He demands, âIt ainât for me.âÂ
âWhat did she say to you?â Sarah snorts, taking the phone from him, Joel watching as she holds her finger on the icon until it wobbles.Â
âThat ainât for you to know,â Joel shakes his head, âJust delete the damn thing off my phone.âÂ
He watches as Sarah presses the cross in the corner of the icon, making a mental note of how he can delete the rest of them later when sheâs not watching, she hands his phone back to him, taking a sip of orange juice, whilst he pockets the phone.Â
Despite his first attempt at dating apps failing horribly, he was intrigued. A lot of the women out there were beautiful, some with children of their own from past relationships just like him.Â
Joel was trying to watch the first Dallas Cowboys pre-season game with Sarah when his phone buzzed with a notification. It was just one of those that stated he had potential matches out there on Bumble.Â
He chewed at the inside of his cheek, flicked his eyes up to the television screen, and clocked he wasnât missing anything before he opened his phone.Â
A few profiles later, he landed on a woman he found with a nice smile. He read through her profile, even letting out a quiet chuckle.Â
Sarahâs eyebrows were drawn together with curiosity, watching her father smile goofily at his phone.Â
âWhatâs goinâ on with you? Youâre scaring me.â She teased as she pushed herself off the couch and leaned over his shoulder to see he was actually on one of the dating apps. A small sense of pride filled her.Â
âI like âer. Got a nice smile, funny too.â Joel affirmed with a nod. He swiped like he was directed to, but then there was nothing.Â
His face fell, smile and happiness swirling down the drain as he grew frustrated.Â
âHow the hell do I message âer?â He asked, neck craning as he held up his phone to Sarah, his silent way of asking for support.Â
âYou canât message women first on Bumble. They have to like you back and message you first.â Sarah said with a shrug, snagging her dadâs beer from his hand and taking a quick swig.Â
Joel was only scowling in disappointment and frustration. âYâmean, I canât even talk to âer? I canât be a proper gentleman and make the first goddamn move?âÂ
He grunted in annoyance, swiped back his beer, and threw up the glass bottle to drain the last of its contents as he deleted the app. âSick of these damn datinâ apps already. None of them are worth a damn.âÂ
Sarah sighed quietly and found her way back to the couch, nervousness settling inside of her. He wasnât a very disagreeable person, in fact, her dad was neutral about a lot of things. What did he want to have for dinner tonight? Anything was fine. Which movie did he want to watch? He didnât care, said she could pick. So why was he finding so many excuses with the apps? Not even the women, but the apps.Â
Part of her thought about him trying to find a woman the old-school way, but he was maybe too out of the game to brush up a conversation with a random stranger. He might fail miserably, but maybe it would help with his confidence. He only had a few apps left, ticking off one by one.Â
Joel stared at the ceiling, encapsulated by the slow-circling fan overhead. Darkness laid a dark veil over his bedroom, a sliver of moonlight being cast through the window. His head laid back into the pillows, jaw ticking from side to side as he lay wide awake. He lightly scratched his chest, feeling the dark hair that clustered at his sternum as his head rolled to the side and read the digital numbers on his clock.Â
Another sigh left his parted lips. It was late, far too late for someone who worked the early mornings to be awake. At least tomorrow as Friday.Â
His phone vibrated gently on his nightstand, a little chime he wasnât accustomed to. He plucked his phone from the charger and squinted at its brightness, sitting up on his forearm to read the text. It was a message from a woman on Hinge. They had matched.Â
Joel grunted and stared blankly at his lock screen until it went black with inactivity. No. Just go to sleep, Joel. Forget about it. He set his phone on the bed and laid on his side, digging his cheek into a pillow and forcing his eyes closed. Well, what was she doing awake at this hour?Â
He opens his phone, clicking on the âHâ icon with its tiny red notification dot. He pays no mind to reading the message yet, instead clicking onto the mystery womans profile. The first picture is one of her wrapped up in a big coat, plaid scarf wrapped around her neck with a bobble hat and something warm clasped in her hands - it looks like sheâs in a big city from what he can tell from the blurry background behind her, but he notices how happy she looks - big grin plastered on her face that reaches all the way to her eyes.Â
Scrolling further down her profile, he finds the first prompt âBest Travel Storyâ - her answer reading about a time sheâd been hiking with her family. She likes the outdoors Joel thinks - something he and Sarah also enjoy, but he shakes his head before he thinks too much about a third person he can take hiking. Thereâs another photo then, clearly taken in the summer - sheâs in a lovely dress, sitting at a table with a young boy on her lap, perhaps a nephew? He tries not to imagine that heâs stumbled across another single parent, what good luck that would be.Â
Joel doesnât make it much further down her profile - just to the section with all of her basic information. Sheâs around his age, shorter than him but not by much, sheâs got a yes next to drinking, but a no to smoking and drugs, and she works in marketing. A steady job, he thinks. Heâs praying, silently, that when he clicks back to her message, sheâs sane.Â
Good evening Joel! Sorry for such a late message, Iâm a slight insomniac. I love your profile, you seem lovely! How are you doing this evening? (Or this morning depending on when you read this!)Â
The corner of his mouth twitches into a small smile. A slight insomniac who thought he was quite lovely. Her words, not his. Maybe asking Sarah for help on his profile wasnât such a bad idea. His fingers twitched above the keyboard, but he was unsure of what to say next.Â
Joel sat up in bed, about to shove the covers off his lap and ask Sarah for help, when he took another look at his digital clock. Itâs too late to wake her, he thinks. Heâll have to craft a response on his own. He dreads it, words never really being his strong suit. Would he look creepy if he replied this late back?Â
Looks like weâre both slight insomniacs. Besides being unable to fall asleep, my evening was fine. How are you doing tonight, maâam?Â
Joel sighed and stared at his response, picking it apart and cursing under his breath. Now, he was wide awake.Â
Maâam? Way to make me feel 101⌠charming though, I like it ;) Iâm doing okay, thank you. Just enjoying the only peace and quiet I get before I go to sleep. Whatâs keeping you up then, Joel?Â
Joelâs face crumpled, pushing a hand through his hair after reading his response over and over again. He meant it in a gentlemanly way, not to make her feel old. He really screwed the pooch on that one. Nipping at his lower lip, he tried again.Â
No offense intended maâam, Iâm just a Southern man is all. Donât mind about whatâs keeping me up, I want to know about you. You donât get much peace and quiet until midnight? Howâs that?
None taken, just not used to someone being a gentleman on these things - normally at this point someone would be asking for a picture of my tits so youâre doing well so far. Itâs usually my son that keeps me up, heâs been asleep a while but I only get so much time to clear up after him, so midnight is me time once thatâs all done. You sure you donât wanna tell me whatâs keeping you awake?Â
Joelâs smile only grew larger as she responded, and rather quickly, too. He imagined they looked quite similar right now. Different towns, different houses, both curled up in bed and staring at their phones, waiting for the other to reply. He wondered if she was smiling like he was, trying to push away an undeniable flutter in his stomach. Making him feel like a damn teenager.Â
His face softened at her response. My son, she said. That boy on her profile, with chubby cheeks and a toothy smile, a head full of hair, and glee all over his face, was her son. She was a mother, just like he was a father. He wondered if she saw the young woman in his pictures and knew that was his daughter, Sarah. How could he subtly drop the hint?Â
Those arenât gentlemen, just boys. Sorry to hear they were wasting your time. I understand your limited personal time. When my daughter Sarah was young, my alone time consisted of sitting in the truck during her soccer practices and after she went to bed. Itâs not easy. Whatâs keeping me up is partially Sarahâs fault. Sheâs the one who urged me onto Hinge. I donât really know what Iâm doing, to be honest. Just know a pretty flower when I see one.Â
Is Sarah the young girl on your profile? Sheâs beautiful if so, you must be so proud of how sheâs grown up. Well Joel, you donât seem clueless, youâre keeping my attention pretty well, especially calling me pretty, I might be blushing. What made her decide now was the time for you to start dating?Â
Heâd never admit it if anyone asked. But it looked like he still had that Southern charm, you never really grow out of it. He reached over and plucked the string to his lamp, sitting up against his bedframe and sipping on a glass of water as he read over her reply again and again. He had a fondness for the way she complimented his baby girl. She got extra points for that.Â
Yep, thatâs my Sarah. Sheâs going to med school next year, couldnât be prouder. I suppose she graduated from college and thinks she knows everything now. Thinks I need a love life. I think sheâs felt this way for a while, but she knows Iâm stubborn. Whatâs your sonâs name? Looks like a good kid.Â
Smart and beautiful, you must have very good genes Joel. Thatâs incredible though, I can imagine how proud you are of her. Well, I for one am pleased sheâs pushed you here, you seem a really nice guy Joel. My son is Noah, heâs seven so full of beans, Iâve never known anyone have so much damn energy!Â
And you seem like a real nice woman, maâam. Sarah had so much energy at seven, thatâs when I put her in soccer to run all that damn energy out of her.Â
His fingers hesitated, typing out the message but not quite pressing send. He liked her. He liked how sweet and funny she was. Plus, she understood what it was like to have a kid, someone who would always be put first.Â
Since itâs technically 12:57, are you doing anything tonight? Is having a drink okay for a slight insomniac?Â
Well, thank you very much Joel. I have a feeling Noah and Sarah would have gotten along well if they were the same age, heâs just started soccer practice for that very reason. And, lucky for you, Noah has an evening with his grandparents tonight, so a drink sounds lovely. Just let me know a time and a place.
His heart was thumping in his chest, a tired little grin on his face as he offered to take her to The Aristocrat Lounge on the North side of Austin. They settled on seven, enough time for Joel to get home, shower, and convince Sarah to help clean him up a bit. A daunting feeling pressed into his chest, making his breath snag tight in his lungs. He was nervous, those strange butterflies still fussing around. He shoved them down, persistent on ignoring the feeling.Â
Itâs a date. Try to get some sleep, Iâll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, maâam.Â
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Uhm.
(I feel like an addict crawling to you to get her fix)
I was just wondering đđ if you could, uh, sometime when you want, IF you want, tell us how would emotionally unavailable KĂśnig react to our poor sniper babe asking if they could do it without a condom? Or if she asks if they could kiss...? (I'm melting)
Perhaps she's at a breaking point or something, just wants to feel him even if just this once? What would happen...?
I love those drabbles you did so, so much. They have a special place in my heart and I cherish them so, whoo I can't even explain. Much love to you đŠˇđŠˇđŠˇ and please feel free to just ignore this ask if it's not your cup of tea!
i love this ask! it challenges me and i love it. i also love this plotline i've made and i want to expand on it
this is going to be a mini-series, so i'm gonna make a proper title and masterlist soon
TW: NSFW, smut, mentions of self-hate, just sad overall, angst, maybe some comfort at the end?
part 3 of Relapse
you'd lost count of how many times you and kĂśnig gave yourselves to each other. it didn't matter that he always guarded the sweetest parts of himself from you, hiding his lips behind that hood and his cock within the condom. he gave you as much of himself as he was able, and you thought you'd never find the courage to ask for more. how could you ask more from the man who already gave you so much?
despite kÜnig's best attempts at a detached façade when everything he was laid bare before you, you knew that he willingly gave you the parts of himself that he had never given to anyone else before, parts of himself that he didn't know he even had. he was a balm that protected you from yourself. but just like every topical substance, it wore away. and kÜnig's balm was exactly that: topical. it never reached very deep - it wasn't in its nature to. and neither was its nature to last very long, or ever be enough. it was meant to heal only a little at a time, sadistically leaving some wounds unhealed so that you had no choice but to need more.
you tried your best to not look disappointed every time kĂśnig clumsily opened the shiny condom wrapper and slid it down his aching length. but you never missed the way his large, calloused fingers shook each time he tore the package open, or the way he'd fling the wrapper somewhere in the room with a frustrated grunt. you were grateful for kĂśnig and what he gave you, but the plastic shape of his cock was not enough: you needed more, and you hated yourself for it. you wanted what kĂśnig already gave you to be enough.
some nights, on the nights when you just needed his comfort more than anything, you couldn't help the quiet sigh that escaped your lungs as you watched him reach for the condom box. you'd watch kĂśnig slide the thin plastic down his smooth cock with contempt masked as sadness, not able to look him in the eye as he created a barrier between you and the part of himself that you needed the most. but still, you welcomed him into you each and every time. how could you ever refuse him, anyway? how could you refuse the only man who looked at you as more than a pretty face, a man who saw more of you than you had ever showed to anyone, even yourself?
there were some nights when kĂśnig almost seemed... reluctant to put on the condom. some nights when he just stared at the crinkling wrapper under his fingers, listening to the sound of it without actually tearing it. you always watched in wonder as he listened to the sound of the barrier that separated you two, but you could never tell if he was just lost in his own thoughts for a moment or contemplating not using the thing at all. you didn't think it could be the latter, since he always wore the damn condom every time.
but one night happened when you just couldn't take it anymore; you were just too needy to feel guilty about it. you were tired of the surface-level balm he gave to you abundantly. you wanted the medicine that would penetrate your skin and seep into your bloodstream, the medicine that would reach deeply and be felt within every nerve of your body. as he reached over your head for the box like he always did, you somehow managed to get the words out.
"please. no condom. not tonight." you wished your words had come out more eloquently, more convincingly, but your tongue felt dry in your throat and your voice like it had been sealed away. kĂśnig's arm froze in midair above you as you spoke, until he lowered it by his side and stared at you for much longer than you were comfortable with. you were already naked with your legs spread, and his gaze was intense enough as it was. you looked away shamefully as he seemed to dissociate, your skin tingling everywhere his eyes wandered. but his eyes weren't wandering with a purpose; he seemed to be searching your body, trying to find something. but his head stayed still, and you wondered if he could even see you at all. perhaps he was searching instead within himself. maybe kĂśnig didn't have the medicine you needed after all.
"just this once," he finally muttered. your eyes opened wide and your lips parted. had you heard him right?
"did...did i just hear you right?" you asked softly. konig then wordlessly slid the underside of his cock on your soaked entrance, coating himself with you. your face burned hot when you finally, finally felt the skin of his manhood against you. you were already shaking and panting, and he wasn't even inside of you yet. he watched you with wonder and lust as he felt the sensation of your wet, slick folds. then, without any warning, kĂśnig eased himself into you in one easy, gentle thrust.
every time kĂśnig entered you for the first time each night you had sex, it always felt like heaven had been brought down just for you. but this time, when there was no plastic barrier between the most intimate parts of yourselves, it was so much deeper than unbridled ecstasy; it felt like coming back home after being away for so long that you forgot what it felt like to feel safe. you and kĂśnig each had your eyes screwed shut and were trembling, your arms and legs wrapped around him tightly. you finally felt his warmth, his smooth hard skin, the ghost of a pulse that fluttered against your walls. and kĂśnig finally allowed himself to indulge in the wet, protective warmth of your womb. was it some Freudian concept that made him feel so welcome within your womanhood, his unconscious mind being reminded of where he had come from? or was it that you were just so warm and wet and perfectly wrapped around his cock like you were made for him?
kĂśnig shuddered and finally opened his eyes to look down at you. you were panting with your brows furrowed and eyes shut. suddenly, kĂśnig set a pace, but it wasn't punishing and animalistic like it usually was. tonight, he slowly - almost too slowly - dragged each and every inch of his cock through your walls, watching as they dragged along his cock as he pulled out and constricted once he went in. you moaned deeply, as if you were breathing for the first time. you had never been so wet for him before, you were literally dripping down his balls and onto the sheets. he gently applied pressure to your lower stomach as he leaned back and watched as he fluidly rolled his hips and sunk his cock in and out, in and out of your heat. his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and you were now silent (except for the occasional gasp) as you traveled somewhere far away that only kĂśnig could take you.
kĂśnig's pace eventually increased, wanting to near his own end, but he lasted longer than he ever had before. sometimes, he nearly completely stopped and just watched, transfixed, as you begged for him to move. he seemed to be curious about the way you begged, almost like the way an astronomer looks wistfully up at the night sky to understand the stars. but his gaze wasn't cold and analytical like he was collecting data, it was more the gaze of one who sought to completely and wholly understand something far beyond their grasp, far beyond the reaches of their mind and body.
as kĂśnig slowly worked up the pace, his large thumb rubbed circles onto your swollen clit painfully slowly. but he was only working you up, edging you until you were both ready to come at the same time. and when you both did, it was unlike anything you had ever felt before. lost in the heat of this mutual explosive orgasm, neither of you realized that kĂśnig had come inside you while he was fully sheathed.
you both panted and slowly came back to reality, and you looked at kĂśnig, a little confused, as he stared down at where you two were connected. you sat up on your elbows and saw a thin white ring around his cock, and your eyes widened. you couldn't find any words to say, and you looked up at him, a little panicked. you were fine with it, but you knew - at least, you thought you knew - that he wasn't. but kĂśnig didn't say a word as he pulled out of your wet heat with a hiss, and gently cleaned you up like he always did.
neither of you mentioned what happened as you both clumsily got dressed, and you pretended not to notice some of the semen he missed dripping down your leg that was absorbed by your pants. you almost wondered if that had even happened with the way that not a single word was said afterwards, but the white stain on your pants was proof that you weren't dreaming.
you smiled softly at kĂśnig like you always did after he gave himself to you, and quietly shut his door as you left, filled with his medicine that finally treated some of your wounds that he always left open.
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Until We Found You | Part VII
Welcome to Part VII, weâre officially nearing the end... two more parts left of this mini series! Itâs been fun writing this, I hope you all come to enjoy the next mini series or my drabbles. As always, heed the tags below.
Modern Day College Scream AU, Obsessed AFAB!Reader, Eventual Poly!Ghostface x reader, Eventual NSFW, All characters 18+
Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VIÂ Part VIIIÂ Part IX
Word Count: 1685
Music bounced off the walls of the Macherâs household, Stu playing one of his infamous playlists as everyone from uni was either drinking, fucking, making out or taking hits of various substances. Your little group was gathered in front of the tv, watching Halloween. Stu and Tatum were cuddled up, Sidney was leaned back in Billyâs arms and Randy was cuddling up with one of the couch pillows. You however were sat next to Colton, aka, the dude Stu had scared off the day before. When you arrived to the party with Sidney and Tatum, you two locked eyes and he was hesitant to walk over to you. You explained to Colton that Stu was just trying to scare him off yesterday and even though you explained how things were complicated- leaving out the whole being in love with serial killers note- he took that as still having a chance.
No one in your group noticed the glares Stu and Billy were giving Colton, not even Bailey himself, but the boys continued to stare daggers right into his skull. If they had been real ones, Colton would have been done for since the second he sat down next to you. Hell, they were probably planning ways to murder him the second Stu noticed someone had invited him to the party. Tatum had moved from Stuâs hold and said she was off to get more alcohol, heading out towards the garage. Colton took the opportunity to show to your friends that he was kind and insisted on helping her. The two left, Tatum raising her brows and smiling at you, mouthing if he was your secret lover. You laughed, giving her a shrug as she rolled her eyes and continued out to the garage with him.
After some time passed and your little group participated with drinking, dancing, and the respective couples making out in the private rooms, you and Colton were left talking on the porch as most people from the party left. Randy headed out as well, having an early shift tomorrow while your other friends stayed since Stu offered for them to spend the night. Sid and Billy were upstairs, Stu and Tatum off god knows where and you were just relaxing with Colton. âSo is it really that complicated?â He questioned you as you shrugged, âwe just donât know if we want to be a thing yet.â You said with a shrug, Colton nodding as he finished off his beer. âI am going to get us some refills so we can finish this conversation,â he said with a smile as you laughed and nodded. You felt a bit weird, you were falling head over heels for your two masked lovers, but deep down inside you, you wondered if they would ever reveal themselves to you. You didnât know if you could handle the heartbreak of never being with them. As he went back inside you saw Tatum emerging with a drunk Sidney wrapped around her shoulders, âIâm going to drop Sidney off at home, she puked all in the guest room. Stu said heâs gonna kick out the stragglers soon,â she said, you patted Sidney on her back. âFeel better, maybe Billy gave you mono,â you joked as she whined and stumbled off with Tatum to her car.
After you watched them drive off you looked back inside, wondering what was taking Colton so long. You sighed, about to walk in before noticing someone in the corner of your eye. You turned towards the figure, seeing your beloved masked killer standing there. âSo you are stalking me,â you said as you stood up. They tilted their head, approaching you as you looked around to see if anyone was watching. You were about to say something else before they grabbed your wrist, holding up your arm to them before they swiped the knife across your skin. âWhat the fuck?â You yelled out, trying to pull your arm away from them before you heard glass drop on the floor. You once again tried to pull away, only to let out a scream when you felt the knife cut your side. You looked to them with tears in your eyes, âwhy?â You screamed at them before you turned to see Colton there, beers dropped onto the porch as he ran and pushed you away from the killer, âGet the fuck off of her, freak!â He yelled as the killer let go of your wrist, Colton punched them but quickly stopped when he was stabbed in his side. You let out a scream, adrenaline filling your veins as you tried to act surprised, but you werenât sure if it was an act after all, they had tried to stab you. One of your secret lovers tried to stab you, the tears that fell out began to blur your vision. âGo get help!â Colton yelled to you before the killer once again wounded him, you backed away as you saw the blood, running inside the house.
Your heart was somehow beating a thousand miles a minute despite being shattered. You didnât know if it was one of your boys behind the mask or some wannabe killer, but you cried as you ran, wondering if they were using you all along. You saw people scattering from your screams, looking around to see who could help. You ran upstairs to find Stu, running into him as you tried to get to his room. âStu!â You yelled, putting your hands on his chest as you tried to get him to move. âStu, we have to go, the killer-â you pleaded, grabbing onto him as he smiled and grabbed your wrists. âStu?â You asked, looking up at him as he chuckled. âDonât worry, little minx. We wonât hurt you, not any more than he did.â He said as he held up your arm that was injured. âBilly sure is mean to you, isnât he doll,â He said as he wiped away your waterfall of tears. âSorry about that, he was watching us,â you heard the familiar voice say from behind you. You backed away from Stu, staring back and forth at the two of them. âWhat?â You asked, confused on what was happening, the adrenaline from earlier making you disoriented and dizzy. âWasnât it obvious? I mean Oliver? Oliverâs fucking goons? Colton? Hell we havenât gotten to Sid and Tate yet,â Stu said as you furrowed your brows and squinted at him. âWe?â You asked as the killer laughed, walking closer to you and pulling off his mask. âWe, us, the two standing in front of you.â Billy said as you looked to them, stepping back away once more. You were having trouble trying to understand that they were the two killers, the two you slept with, the two you unknowingly helped cheat against your best friends.
âI mean, we never intended for this to happen, Casey and Steve were just supposed to be random, but since Casey was Stuâs ex we needed someone to throw them off. You havenât known Stu for very long, I mean, two years isnât enough time to really know someone, right?â Billy explained, stepping closer to you. âYou were supposed to be target number two, but Billy noticed all your little papers and drawings about us,â Stu said as he stood in front of you, tracing your face just like he had before. âAnd we couldnât kill off our first little fan,â âNo, we couldnât have. You were too pretty,â Stu said as he stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as Billy now stood in front of you.
âPlus, with how good you made us feel, we couldnât gut you after that,â he chuckled, tracing the bloody knife along your cheek. âBut, Sid and- and Tate,â you said softly, Billy smirking. âItâs just taken a bit longer to get to them. Tatum was supposed to be next but your stupid study date got in our way. Oh, and Sidney is our big grand finale. But when you mentioned Oliver and his group, we had some other business to do,â he said as Stu laughed. âWe would have brought you his heart as a little momento but you can guess how that would have been bad,â Stu said as you sniffled, âwhatâs wrong, little bunny?â Billy asked, you shook your head. All the information was hitting you all at once, Tatum and Sidney were going to die, Colton was bleeding out on the porch, and the boys you had known for only two years or less were the ones who planned it all.
âItâs just a lot,â you admitted, sniffling once more. âYou didnât even trust me yesterday, do you know how sad that made me? And- and you tried killing me! I mean jesus fuck I even had a crush on both of you without the mask! And all this time while you two have been sneaking in and out of my bedroom youâve had girlfriends who youâve been kissing and fucking and just-â your rant was ended when Billy put his lips on yours, you pushed at his chest, backing up into Stu. âDonât worry, youâre going to survive this with us. Weâre going to move Bailey so Tatum wonât see him. After that, we take care of her and then we go get Sid. I mean, after all, itâs not us doing it. Itâs all poor Mr. Prescott,â Stu said as you looked to him. âMr. Prescott? But hes-â âheâs in the closet. All tied up and waiting for his big debut, psycho dad.â Billy said as he looked to you. âCome on, get yourself together, itâs time for act three baby,â He said as he pat your cheek, flashing you his infamous grin. âDonât worry, doll, youâll be a big tv star. Gale is going to be up your ass after tonight! Up all our asses!â Stu laughed, âWho knows, maybe youâll get the latest hottest actress to play you in the movie theyâll make about us,â he said as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you downstairs.
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đŕžŕ˝˛â¤ď¸đŕžŕ˝˛ these two⌠need them bad. I was inspired by this post and this post . Maybe Iâll turn this into a series! Feel free to send me any asks!! Iâd love to answer them! Hope you enjoy!!
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đ warnings: slight substance abuse, slight manipulation, 18+ mdni!!!
âOh come on,â your friend states with a little excitement and annoyance. âWe have to go out at some point. Besides this is the biggest party of the year!â College had just started for the two of you. It hadnât even been a full week and already the whole school was going insane about some party. âI donât know girl. I mean we donât even know a lot of people.â âAnd thatâs the point. Weâre here to meet new people & have a good time. Besides you never really had the chance to go out and now you have all this freedom.â You hated to admit it but in a way she was right. Your parents had been super strict on you all through high school. They never let you party and your curfew was 10pm. You sigh looking at her as sheâs finishing her makeup. âItâll be so much fun!â She looks at you through the mirror giving you a reassuring smile. âWhose party is it anyway?â âItâs those two really hot guys. JJ Maybank and John B.â You heard of them. Seen them around. From the looks of it they seemed like nothing but trouble. Always looking for a fresh new girl to invite to their parties and later bring them to their dorm. You sat there and thought about it some more. Unsure if you should even associate yourself with guys like them. But the more you thought about it the more you realized it was time to have some fun. How bad could it be, right?
The night was wild. The loud music blared through your ears as you reached the huge house. People laying on the grass from having too much to drink, cups sprawled everywhere, guys cat calling the two of you. It took everything in you not to want to call an Uber and go home. âPlease donât leave my side,â you say to your friend as the two of you make your way to the back where everyone was. It was definitely the biggest party of the year. It seemed as if the whole college was there and maybe even more people. âIâm gonna go get us some drinks Iâll be right back!â You grip onto your friendâs hand. Giving her a daring look to not leave you. You knew as soon as she saw a boy cute enough sheâd forget all about you. And thatâs exactly what happened. Standing alone and scoping the scene you start to hear a bunch of commotion. âLook itâs the life of the party!â âYo! JJ. John B letâs take a picture!â After a few seconds you turn around, feeling a huge presence over you. Itâs them. The two boys all the girls rave about and god do you see why. The blonde has a bottle of alcohol in his hands with shades so dark you couldnât see his eyes. And the brunetteâŚhis thick curly hair and brown eyes caught your attention. He seemed sweet, smiling while looking at you. âWell what do we have here?â The blonde says walking closer to you. You quickly look down at your feet feeling out of place. âJJ. Be nice,â the brunette says as he steps foward. âRelax. I just want know who she is. Whatâs your name sweetheart?â They were both so good looking it was hard for you to maintain eye contact. The way their skin looked so tan against the neon lights and the backwards cap the brunette had on made you dizzy. âI-Iâm⌠my name is y/n.â Your nervousness made both of them chuckle. âItâs alright we donât bite.â The brunette says trying to make you feel somewhat safe. âIâm John B and this is my friend JJ.â You look over at JJ whoâs clearing staring at you through those shades. John B looks around as if heâs looking for someone else. âYou came here alone?â âUh, no my friend. SheâsâŚwell sheâs somewhere.â You try looking around for her but she was nowhere in sight. âItâs okay sweetheart we donât bite. Iâm the nice one. My friend hereâŚâ he says putting his hand on JJâs shoulder. âWell heâs the one you have to watch out for.â Your whole body went cold as JJ took off his glasses. Those blue eyes piercing right through you. âIâm nice to yâknow⌠I wonât biteâŚunless you want me too,â he says smirking making your whole body blush. âWhy donât you come sit down with us?â John B suggests. Now, you know you shouldnât have but you couldnât stop your body from following theirs and you didnât want to look awkward standing alone. As you sit between them looking down at your legs, fidgeting with your fingers, you can feel their eyes watching your every move. Like they were hungry and hadnât had anything for days. JJ scoots closer to you making you move unto John Bâs lap a little and place your hand on his thigh for leverage. JJ hands you the bottle heâd been drinking from. A little hesitant as you hadnât ever touched that stuff, you looked over at the blonde who looks like he could rip you up in seconds. âGo ahead, have a little sip,â JJ says. That devilish smirk peering on his face. You take a sip, face turning into disgust as the burn from the drink moves down into your chest. âThatâsss a good little girl,â JJ mumbles loud enough for you to hear. Then you turn your head to the brunette. His sweet brown eyes looking at you making you feel small. Your needy eyes staring at him, hoping heâd make JJ stop influencing you. âJust relax sweetheart,â John B says. The back of his hand slowly glides along the side of your neck moving your hair behind your ear. His lips press against your ear lobe as he places a slow, sweet kiss against it earning a whimper from your lips. They both chuckle against your skin. âOhhh, weâre going to take such good care of you,â John b says while his tongue slowly licks your ear as JJ presses sweet, alcoholic kisses against your cheek. âYou haveâŚno idea.â
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Love is Blind (Part 3)
Eddie Munson x PlusSize!F!Reader
Summary: In a last ditch effort to evade the normal disappointments of dating, a group of misfits desperate to have someone see who they are on the inside volunteer for the most recent brain chemistry study at Hawkins Lab.Â
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Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut in later parts (part 4), reader has low self-esteem and struggles with self love/acceptance, anxiety/trauma related to bullying, tooth rot worthy fluff, Eddie being a major flirt, cursing, mentions of substance use, descriptions of bullying & people being jerks but like also very overdone tropes, mentions of smut
A/N: Please let me know if you liked it!! Feel free to send me an ask if you want to fangirl with me over these two because I cannot stand them at this point. LOL Or if you want to share any ideas/predictions for upcoming parts with me or other ideas for future stories with Eddie, I would love to hear them. Also, if I forgot to include a warning that should be included, please let me know!
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âEddie.âÂ
âHey, Eddie.âÂ
âEarth to Eddie.â
âEDDIE.âÂ
âShit! Sorry,â he says, breaking out of his thoughts and coming back to reality. He stares at his notes in his DM folder and he literally has no idea where the campaign has left off. He clears his throat and awkwardly flips through the pages. âUmm..â
âWe just made it to the fishing town and we were tasked by a local merchant to kill a sea serpent thatâs poisoning the local fish in exchange for..â
âOh yeah,â he interjects, grabbing the correct script he needs to continue. âUh, did you roll..?â
âAre you kidding me, man! What the hell?â Gareth exclaims, exasperated. âWhatâs wrong with you today?âÂ
Eddieâs face turns pink, shaking his head and ignoring the question. He was not going to admit to being distracted. Heâs not embarrassed to talk to the guys about you, but he hasnât told anyone he signed up for the study. He didnât want to admit he was desperate or lonely, heâs too proud. He knows his friends donât care, but itâs a mental block he canât pass.Â
âNothing, Iâm good. Just let it go,â he says defensively.Â
âNo way. Fucking spill it,â Jeff laughs.Â
Eddie racks his mind for the most sane way to answer their questions. He sighs, pushing a mess of his curly hair out of his face.Â
âWho is she?â Gareth asks, raising an eyebrow.Â
***
DAY FOUR
âIâm mad at you,â Eddie says, and you roll your eyes.Â
âWhat did I do now?â You ask, playful sarcasm evident in your voice.Â
âYouâre throwing me off my gameâ
âI donât even know what you mean by that.âÂ
âObviously because Iâm really cool and popular,â he jokes, âIâm a Dungeon Master as you know.âÂ
âYup, Iâm familiar,â you toy.Â
âMy friends called my ass out so many times last night for not paying attention and I kept fucking up.âÂ
âI donât appreciate you pinning this on me,â you chuckle. âI didnât do anything.â
âLies!â He says in a bravado. âYou are the distraction! You have managed to weasel your way into every aspect of mind- I hope youâre proud of yourself. Iâm probably going to be dethroned. My reign is over.â
You bite your bottom lip, to hold back the goofy smile you know is creeping over your whole face. Never before has anyone made you feel like this. The notebook to keep track of other âdatesâ is long forgotten. You only want to continue talking to Eddie. You wonder if any of the other people you spoke to felt a connection this strong. Youâre dying to know if there are other people who feel as good as you right now.Â
âWhat were you thinking about?â you ask shyly. You can hear the way it makes Eddie stop in his tracks. You assume he wears some sort of chain on his pants cause you can hear it when he paces, but suddenly, his end of the wall falls silent.
âHow honest do you want me to be?â he asks, suddenly sounding shy.Â
âWhat do you mean by that?â
âWell, I could go the cheesy, romantic, âI was thinking about youâ way- which is true. Or, I could be brutally honest because âI was thinking about youâ in this context has much more implications than that.âÂ
âYouâre confusing me,â you laugh, âjust tell me.â
âDo you ever fantasize about when we get out of here? In like, a you know-â
âLike sexually?â you ask, throwing him a bone. He was drowning.Â
âYeah,â he admits, and you can hear the chain on his pant leg as he fidgets.Â
âYes,â you answer honestly, âI do.â
âI think about it all the time,â he says, the confession spilling out, âThe fact that I canât touch you is driving me fucking insane. Itâs not even like just like the thought of getting to fuck you- itâs like being close to you and like feeling your body heat, or like the weight of you sitting on my lap, what it feels like to just touch your skin- just everything that weâre being denied. I donât even have a visual in my head to go off of itâs just like- I donât know, manâŚâ
You wince at the mention of sitting on his lap. âI donât know if youâd want me on your lap for a long time..,â you sound defeated.Â
âUm, donât speak for me,â he cuts you off, playfully. âAny man who doesnât want the full weight of his woman on his lap is a fucking idiot. Ugh, I donât even think you understand just how amazing it is. I donât care if you try to fight me on this, princess. Youâre sitting on me, and I will love every second of it.âÂ
âIâm not thin, Eddie,â you whisper, feeling defeated. You hear him blow a raspberry and then he knocks on the wall.Â
âI⌠donât⌠care,â he emphasizes by drawing out each word. âYou need to believe me. I couldnât care less about your weight, your height, your hair⌠whatever it is. I like you! And that means I like every part of you.â
His voice begins to raise, like he is yelling up, âIf these fuckers would realize weâre done already and let me out.â He then lowers his voice like heâs looking back to the wall. âI want you. The experiment fucking works, I wish I could show you what you do to me cause maybe then itâll finally stick. Iâm going out of my mind that I canât touch you and show you how much I want you, your body, everything. Do you need me to spell it out?âÂ
âWould you have still found me attractive if we met outside of this experiment?â you ask, âI bet you wouldnât have even looked my way if you saw me at a bar or something.â
âSweetheart,â he coaxes, âabsolutely. I know that I wouldâve been annoying the shit out of you for your number. Youâd have been the one to reject me, I guarantee it.âÂ
âI would have never,â you reply.Â
âSo if itâs possible for you to know that you wouldn't have rejected me without seeing me,â Eddie muses, âwhy canât you believe the same for me?â
âYou havenât asked me a single thing about my appearance,â he continues, âDo you care how much I weigh? Do you care if Iâm short?â
âNot at all. I havenât thought about it,â you admit.Â
âI havenât either. Now, please let me have my fantasy of you sitting on my lap please,â he whines, âI need something to get me through the day, Christ.â You laugh at his fake annoyance.Â
Youâre so happy at how heâs able to talk you down. It amazes you how heâs able to see through the insecurities and brings you back down to Earth.Â
âOkay, okay,â you say, settling back into the couch and getting comfortable. You rest your head back.Â
âI donât know, basically, weâre in the middle of the campaign- I literally spent weeks writing it,â he continues, âand I literally just canât stop thinking about how amazing it would be if you were there. Iâm just sitting there, thinking about what it would feel like to just have you sitting on my lap while weâre playing and then Iâm thinking about how I want to feel lean back on me and Iâd have my arm around your waist holding you, and maybe Iâd rub little circles on the side of your thigh and I thought about how soft you probably feel and then suddenly Iâm sporting the most embarrassing boner which thankfully no one saw- Fuck, this is what youâre doing to me.â
***
âIs there any way to end the trial early?â Eddie asks, sitting in the interview room. Thereâs a man putting a pulse oximeter on his right index finger and another testing his blood pressure with a monitor on his left side.Â
Two other technicians sit across from Eddie, taking notes from Eddieâs answers on a clipboard. They have tested his levels of dopamine and norepinephrine. Theyâre taking extensive notes on Eddieâs physical reactions to you, and the same is done to all of the candidates- including you. They continue to ignore Eddieâs questions as they ramble on about his levels of oxytocin.Â
âIn order for us to gather all of the information necessary, this isnât possible,â one of them finally answers.Â
âBut Iâm telling you how I feel- Iâm telling you it works,â he insists.Â
âMr. Muson,â one says, closing a file folder that contains his charts. âThis is a study in brain chemistry. You agreed to participate for the designated number of days and in exchange youâd receive compensation. Your conversations between yourself and the other candidates is not our business, nor what you choose to do afterwards. Our job here is to collect data, not the details of your personal life.âÂ
âI canât believe this,â he scoffs, rolling his eyes. He pulls off the oximeter and grabs his jean jacket. He walks out, despite their protests, flipping them off as he goes. He couldnât care less about the lousy $200. As far as he was concerned, they poked and prodded the two of you enough.Â
Of course, he did show up the next day. Promptly with a big grin on his face, he walked in with a happy go-lucky attitude that the entire lab team was secretly sick of dealing with. These sudden outbursts and dramatic tirades were becoming a staple of Eddieâs interviews and they equally couldnât wait to be done with him.Â
***
DAY FIVE
âAre these dice?â You ask with a chuckle, opening the small, black velvet bag thatâs been left for you on the table in the room. You empty the bag out into your hand and watch as the dice roll into your palm one at a time. Theyâre all red and shimmer as you move them around in your cupped hand.Â
âWell, I wanted you to have them,â you hear his voice explain from the other side of the wall. Youâre beaming as you carefully pour them back into the bag and tie it off.Â
âThis is so sweet, Eds,â you marvel. âI love them.âÂ
âI also brought my guitar and like in a non-douchebag way I was kind of hoping to play something for you,â he says, his guitar perched on his lap. âIâve just been working on this song and I wanted your opinion on it.âÂ
It's surprisingly soft sounding. You were expecting heavy guitar, something really metal based on what Eddie has told you about his music taste and his band. Itâs slower paced, like a dreamy, slow rock ballad.Â
You wished you could see him, observe how he looks when heâs concentrating or how his fingers look strumming against the cords. You just know he has the most beautiful hands. You imagine his fingers and try to visualize them flexing as he strums. Youâre so distracted by it that you almost miss him singing a verse.Â
âItâs not done yet,â he prefaces, still strumming. âIâm still working on the lyrics so donât think too much about them, just like the meaning and the melody you know?âÂ
âYeah totally,â you hum in agreement. âI think it sounds great.â He smiles at the praise.Â
***
Before
You anxiously sit by the front window, peeking out between the blinds occasionally. You smooth out the skirt of the new dress your mom bought you, and you make sure your hair is still how you requested. Your mom let you wear makeup and you picked eyeshadow that matches your dress and you feel like a million bucks. Itâs your ninth grade formal, and the star of the JV basketball team asked you to be his date.Â
The minutes tick by and the time changes from reasonably late to stood up. You still hold out hope, and reject your parents' offers to just drive you to the dance. Itâs been 45 minutes now, and you still hoped heâd be there. It was long past an hour that you admitted that he wasnât coming.Â
The following Monday you learned the whole thing was a prank, and he never wanted to ask you to the dance. Itâs in the school paper that heâs at the dance, dancing cheek to cheek with one of the cheerleaders, who you canât help but compare yourself to.Â
***
Eddie is sitting at the middle school cafeteria table alone. Heâs about a hundred pages into the Hobbit and the crusts of his peanut butter sandwich are forgotten about on the crinkly brown paper bag Uncle Wayne packed his lunch in. Heâs long forgotten heâs sitting alone, far too engrossed in the story to care, when suddenly his head is yanked back by someone tugging on his t-shirt.Â
âWhatâs up, Freak?â the voice asks before shoving Eddie back towards the table. He catches himself on the edge before his head comes in contact with the surface. He winces as anger boils up inside him. The three jocks laugh amongst themselves until a familiar voice shoos them away.Â
âSorry about them,â she says apologetically as Eddie looks to see her. Chrissy. He notices how she glances from him to the cafeteria table where the cheerleaders sit, and Eddie knows she doesnât want to be seen with him for too long.Â
âYou can go, Iâm fine,â Eddie says, forcing a laugh to make her feel better. âBut, uh, I wanted to ask you-âÂ
âOkay, thanks,â she says, cutting him off and practically skipping to sit next to the prick who shoved him. Eddie recoils as the jockâs arm wraps around her. Eddie rolls his eyes and gets up to have lunch outside. Along with the remains of his lunch, he shoves the necklace he meant to give her in the bin. Heâd stayed up past his bedtime, Wayne showing him how to drill a small hole into the top of one of his guitar picks to put a metal jewelry loop through so it could be put on a silver chain.Â
***
Youâre sitting at the table in the dimly lit restaurant and sipping on your cocktail when you see him walk in. He matches the description your friend gave you, and you feel yourself smile at how cute he is- definitely living up to the hype. Your friend spent weeks convincing you to go out on this date- one of her boyfriendâs best friends. Theyâre in the same fraternity.Â
You can see as he walks into the dining room, heâs looking around trying to find his date. You offer a smile when he makes eye contact, and you offer a small wave.Â
âJames?â You ask, âyouâre exactly like how Donna described you.â He offers a polite closed lipped smile, and a nod, taking a seat across from you without saying anything.Â
As the date continues, you notice youâre doing a lot of the talking. You ask him questions and youâre met with a lot of one word answers. He looks detached, checking his watch and his attention seems to be wandering throughout the restaurant at anything but you. By the time your entrees arrive, he yawns.Â
âIâm sorry, did I do something or say something?â you ask, hesitantly.
âNo, no youâre good,â he says, straightening his posture like it would correct the behavior heâs been exhibiting.Â
He pays for dinner, and you ask if heâd like to do this again sometime (just to be polite, you knew it was going nowhere). He sucks in air from between his teeth, and lets out an exhale.Â
âYouâre a nice person,â he says, putting his hands in his pockets as he waits for the valet to bring his car. âIâm sorry, but you arenât really my type. Tom didnât tell me anything about you really. I just felt like we didnât click.â You notice the way his eyes scan your body, the unspoken awkwardness of you knowing what he isnât saying. You nod, and say strained goodbyes as he gets in his car. You wished you were more surprised.Â
***
Eddie is met with dirty looks when he approaches a girl at the bar. He feels her eyes on his tattoos and on his clothes, judging him. He sees her friend, who's also looking at him, lean in and whisper something and they both laugh. He knows the joke is on him, yet again.Â
He opts to hang where he is, leaning against one of the high top tables, when he watches another guy approach her. Heâs muscular, of course he is, and Eddie looks down at his own torso in comparison as this guyâs abs strain his shirt. Eddie scoffs, but now feels incredibly insecure at how his own shirt hangs loosely on his figure.Â
***
DAY SIX
âAre you still worried about tomorrow?â Eddie asks, playing haphazardly with his rings as he sits with his forearms rested on his thighs.Â
âA little,â you admit sheepishly. âAre you?âÂ
âMore excited than nervous,â he replies honestly. âThis whole thing has been fucking wild,â he chuckles, shaking his head.Â
âInsane,â you agree, laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling.Â
âI just wanted to ask, no pressure,â Eddie says, clearing his throat, âUh the other day, when we talked about, you know- whatâs gonna happen when we see each otherâŚâ
âYes?â
âYou said to not hold back, I donât remember exactly what it was but along the lines of âI donât want you to hold back. Just whatever feels right to you in that moment, do it. Kiss me, touch me, Iâm down for everything.â Or something. I just want to make sureâŚâ
âYou donât remember exactly, huh?â you tease.Â
âIs that still what you want?â he asks earnestly.Â
âWithout a doubt,â you smile.
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From barf bag to pity party
The whole 'Kick in the hornets' nest' involuntary series was started by this Anon, received by the de facto leader of the Disgruntled Tumblrettes yesterday evening (in Europe):
The next morning, another Anon chimed in, on the same page, with what prompted the First Kick: S has a child with 'a woman', but God forbid, not with C đ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł.
And then, one of their group felt the need (then the clearly irritated urge) to come back and comment on the above Anon. No less than 5 (five!) long and plethoric comments were written, prompting my Second and Third Kicks - as you all know, the woman practically begged for them.
I feel it's time to show some mercy and draw the line here.
This blog is read (and trusted) by many. Comments were received. Very interesting, matter-of-fact submissions, to say the least. You know: FACTS (đ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł). People who have rich and full and loving lives, people who travel. People who don't even agree on many things, yet spontaneously concurred on what things very probably looked like, on that Palm Sunday morning.
Exhibit 1: Mom and Traveler #1 (a mom I am not - but I was a child, unbelievable as it might sound, and I absolutely confirm every single bit of it)
I am not yet ridden with dementia, and I remember very well waking everyone up at ungodly hours and refusing my mandatory afternoon siesta (a very bad habit we have in Southern Europe). I wish I would still have that same insane energy now. I also wish I would have kept my 3 year old fashion model food quirks - but that is another story.
However, I am a dog slave (not owner) and as such, I am taking Baby out for his short (but excruciating) morning routine at 7:30 AM. Come rain or shine. Beg him to finish his business with grace and dignity. He never listens. Labs are a charming, addictive handful and my Greek boy is no exception:
Exhibit 2: Mom and Traveler #2. Who happened to be in GLA on Palm Sunday, March 24, 2024 (for the thick people at the back!):
All that trip was abundantly documented on her own page. I am reasonably sure she might be reblogging this with her own pics from that day.
And now, for the real questions at stake:
Why make such an unbelievable fuss over an Anon with no pic, that I was reluctant to publish myself?
Why have a cosmic meltdown, in public nonetheless, if you do think this is such a pile of unbelievable nonsense crap? (*imagine the freakout in DMs, if this made the headlines!)
How many times has/have S (or C, or SC) been seen by Antis in GLA in similar postures, without a word being uttered in public?
Why would such an occurrence be An Event, outside of this (help me, I have no words) fandom?
Why insist with your crappy arguments, when it is plain to see you have got all your facts dreadfully wrong?
Why mention 'central Glasgow', when it is public lore (and included in Waypoints!) that S does not live there anymore? (* I blacked out the exact reference, which makes total sense - the least thing I would like to see happening is freaks like you stalking them)
One last time, you insist - comments 6 and 7 (wow, girl!):
First comment is a lie and if you read my Anon (and you know you all did and discussed it to oblivion) you'll have also read this:
Which part of 'he didn't approach' you don't get, in plain English, madam? I am lousy at drawing, but hey - for the cause (open in separate page, questionable humor included):
Second comment, I won't even get into it. God only knows what the hell you meant. I am Romanian and we tend to be a very sarcastic bunch - especially the Southerners.
You posted those at about 2:45 AM, local time (if you are, indeed, a Scot). That's 4:45 AM my time.
I am a lifelong sufferer of insomnia. You, madam, you are mad wae it, as they say in Glasgow.
Don't drink and post, seriously. It makes for a very #sorry hangover show.
And with this, I am done with you. All of you, in that corner. You showed me more than enough. You know there is substance to that Anon, despite the lack of a picture - hence the collective freakout.
From barf bag to pity party. Who knew?
[Later edit:] re-reading the sixth comment, I think she wants to imply it was the 'other child' - I was literally blind with sleep when I first saw it. Well, there is no evidence of whatever she is trying to explain (has she contacted The Climber? between midnight and 2 AM, local time?). Also, a 5 year old child is not a toddler anymore: kids are considered toddlers up to 3, only. That boy, as we all know (and I am sorry we do), has dark hair - where is the resemblance Anon noticed?
Desperate, grasping at straws, lying through her teeth and mad wae it, all the way.
@pamalissou, thanks for bringing us a third mom's POV in your reblog.
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Unwanted Marriage | Chapter 1 - Not the best first meeting
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"I don't want to marry that cripple, Marcus. I want to be with you." Your sister, Stephanie complained as she got intimate with him. "Don't be afraid baby, I won't give you to anyone." He said it so softly that it touched her heart. They have been hiding around for so long that they have started to lose their patience.
"Marcus!" You slammed the door open and caught them under the sheets together. "Stephanie! Marcus is my fiancĂŠ! You guys... How can you guys..." You shook your head, they weren't even trying to defend their actions. You've known them for the longest time, having met Marcus in high school, for them to betray you like this was unimaginable. Stephanie reached out and held your arm, "Y/N, I'm sorry. Marcus and I love each other dearly."
Out of a sudden, Marcus pulled her back further from you and held her close to him. "From the beginning to end, I only have Stephanie in my heart. Don't flatter yourself." He has never spoken so harshly to you and looked at you like a stranger. "Please, Y/N, I beg you. The woman is next door tonight if only you-"
"You want me to allow you guys... Dream on!" If your anger was boiling a second ago, it was vaporising now. You raised your arm ready to slap her, but were stopped by Marcus. "Y/N Y/L/N! You have no choice! If you won't marry, then who will? I can't bear to see Stephanie suffer."
"Marc-" He sprayed your face with an unknown substance causing you to lose consciousness.
Y/N, don't blame us... If you want to blame someone then blame it on your fate...
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You woke up the next morning still feeling very groggy until you remembered what happened yesterday. You sat up in shock when you realised you were undressed and a woman was sharing your bed.
Last night was not a dream...
You got up in a hurry and rushed to put on all your clothes when your father, Mike opened the door without knocking. "Y/N Y/L/N! You unfaithful daughter!" He ordered you to come out once you're properly dressed.
He held nothing back when he slapped you in front of your family. "This is the woman your sister wants to get married to! How could you..." He chastised you in front of everyone. Stephanie came out from behind your father and said, "Y/N... Is it because Marcus wants to tell you about the regret of the marriage? That's why you want to take revenge?" She tried to act sympathising.
"Stephanie Y/L/N! Do you dare to speak of what you said last night again!"
"Y/N, what are you talking about? Last night... last night..." She suddenly acted like the victim and shed some crocodile tears. "You asked me to go inside your room and coaxed me to drink... I fainted and I..."
"Y/N Y/L/N! Kneel and apologise to your sister immediately!" Your father came to her rescue. You could no longer bear the extreme favouritism and lashed out. "WHY?" You screamed at your father. "You still dare to talk back."
"Enough!" Finally, the women spoke. With just a single word, she was able to take control of the situation. "Bring the car over." She said into the phone. "Natasha, this is all Y/N's fault, she's too playful..."
"Did I allow you to call me by my first name?" Each time she opened her mouth, the room got colder. "Natasha, I hope you can..."
"I don't like to repeat myself!"
"Dad, I'm okay. Please don't blame Y/N. Maybe she's too sad about the breakup with Marcus so she did that." She was still putting up an act and wiping her tears. "Or maybe... she likes Natasha Romanoff. I can give her up for her. Anyway, they already had an affair. I don't think Romanoff will refuse her?" She glanced at you as she tried persuading her father. You clenched your jaws seeing how fake she was. "I will never get married. What happened last night were Stephanie and-"
"Enough!" Stephanie shouted. "Y/N, I'm your sister! If you like Romanoff, I will give her up for you. Why do you have to do this to me?" She acted as if she was the better, bigger person, the one getting the short end of the stick. "Y/N, you think there are still people who believe you? You must marry Natasha Romanoff! Furthermore..." She leaned closer to you and whispered, "One of you is shameless, the other is handicapped. Most suitable."
"Stephanie Y/L/N!"
"Don't believe me? You just wait and see." She pushed herself against you and acted as if she was being pushed by you. "I didn't push her..."
Marcus immediately went to her side and made sure she was okay. "Y/N Y/L/N, you're too much!"
"I didn't push her.." But no one would take your side. "Romanoff..." Mike said, as she appeared and wheeled herself to the door.
She was so capable but became different because of the accident. Although you were framed, she won't seek justice for you.
"Come with me." She spoke. "But, what happened last night was Stephanie... Okay..." You relented when you realised she wouldn't take no for an answer and kept wheeling away. "I'll go with you."
Outside your estate, a man was waiting outside by the car. Without introducing himself, he asked you to enter after making sure that Romanoff got in okay. "It's fine. I can walk." You rejected the offer. "I'm not done with you, get in." She said. In the end, you got in at the back of the car with Romanoff.
"Don't worry, I will not care what happened yesterday." You started. "You want to repudiate after sleeping?" You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but she beat you to it. "I'm not an irresponsible person. It is better to marry you then marry Stephanie. And you already belong to me. So it doesn't matter if you deny it."
"You.. you're shameless! We don't have any feelings for each other. Why will I marry you."
"Y/L/N, do you think your dad will believe you? I will give you a chance to think about it." She was very confident as she folded her arms in front of her. "Dream on! I won't marry you!"
"Stop!" Romanoff ordered and the driver immediately stopped the car. "Miss Y/L/N, please." He opened the door, hinting for you to step out. "I can wait for your reply. However, I'm not sure if your family can wait that long." She said as she handed her name card to you. And you were left on the sidewalk to walk the rest of your journey yourself. Your phone rang and it was Stephanie calling. Not in the mood to entertain her, you declined her call but she was persistent and sent you a text.
(Y/N Y/L/N, if you don't want the whole world to know what happened last night. You come home immediately!)
"Hey Stephanie Y/L/N! What are you trying to do?" You called her back. "Y/N Y/L/N, I told you already even if you don't want to get married. You have no choice about it! I've recorded what you guys did last night If you don't want people to see it. You'd better listen to me!"
"Stephanie Y/L/N!" You screamed into the phone. "If you don't want to get married, so be it. Anyhow, Dad already contacted President Zhang of the Far East Bank. To sacrifice one's happiness to a disabled person, or you want to be with a 50-year-old man. Go think about it!" She cut off the phone.
You clutched the name card in your hand tightly. Making up your mind, you dialled the number on the card. "Natasha Romanoff, I agree to marry you." All within a few steps from where you were dropped off.
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Within the next month, you walked down the aisle and exchanged vows with Natasha Romanoff, your wife. The wedding was grand, Romanoff and your dad invited a lot of people. As you went around with Romanoff, you came across Marcus and Stephanie.
"Y/N, congratulations," Stephanie said as she came closer to you. "Got what you want."
"Same as you. When are you getting married? Don't forget to let me know. I will surely prepare a big gift for you."
"Y/N Y/L/N, you can only be proud now. Don't forget about the video. Bitch." She whispered into your ears but Romanoff heard it clearly. She reached out for your hand and said, "Bitch? Miss Y/L/N, who are you referring to with that word?" Intimidated by her gaze, she stepped back a little. "Nothing... that was a misunderstanding."
"Y/N, don't make trouble. Stephanie is not that kind of person!" Marcus held her tenderly. "I don't care what your relationship and aim are." Romanoff wheeled herself to be between you and them. "In my eyes, you are nothing. In my eyes, There is only my wife, Y/N Romanoff.
You once wished that Marcus would say it to her.
"Y/N, she is your sister, what else do you want?" Naturally, he went on her side and you could only sigh internally. "I don't want anything. I just need her to stop bothering me." You started to push Romanoff away from this toxic crowd when your father called for you again. "Mr Y/L/N, stop bothering Y/N. She is now a member of the Romanoff family. No longer Miss Y/L/N."
"Miss Romanoff, we are a family after all, you don't have to say it that way." He made an awkward smile. "If you treat her like a family, then I will naturally treat you the same way." She replied without even looking at them.
In your memory, no one has ever protected you this way...
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Here we are, folks. After 5 years, Madness Combat 12 is finally out. Now, letâs deconstruct it.
Spoilers for MadCom 12 below (duh)
The opening. Now, there are some things I would like to highlight.
ONE: Nevada is labelled as âThe Occurantâ. This will be important later.
TWO: The text on the side.
âTHE PLACE THAT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BEâ âTHE INFINITE ENTROPY AT ALL BORDERS TAX THE HIGHER POWERS THAT GOVERN ITâ
Entropy means âlack of order or predictabilityâ. The sheer amount of chaos is literally tearing reality apart.
I just like this shot. The depth in it, vast, but empty. Eerily beautiful.
âTRACKER DATA ACTIVEâ âHANK.â âDISSONANT;â â0.01%â
On Docâs computer. Why is 2BDamned doing this? Weâll find out soon enough. It should be noted that the âDissonance Triggersâ almost look like X, Y, and Z coordinates.
âHANKâS CHARTER HAS BEEN REVOKEDâ âFix Nevada.â âDO NOT WAIVERâ
A charter is defined as âa written grant by a country's legislative or sovereign power, by which a body such as a company, college, or city is founded and its rights and privileges defined.â
Perhaps the âcharterâ here is Hankâs soul? His being? We donât know for sure.
Waiver means ârefrain from applying or enforcingâ.
The Auditor, in this scene, is basically saying âHank is not active, and I need to make sure it stays that way.â
This graffiti probably means nothing, but I think it might be describing Sanford. So far, he has not died once in the entire series.
Agony. The text to the right mentions the Auditor, ârecoveryâ, and âsupplimentâ. I have no idea what this could mean, maybe our red-and-black boy is trying to copy what 2BD does, but in the opposite direction?
Auditor, but without the fiery parts.
Mind fuckery. Note that he tries a âCONVERTâ, as well as doing multipe return commands. It also points out, again, how Sanford is NOT DEAD, NOR HAS HE DIED BEFORE.
No hope for those trapped, I suppose.
This looks like the tree from MadCom 1. Nice callback.
Iâll let this speak for itself (refer back to TRACKER DATA ACTIVE).
The text says:
âKILL THEMâ
And this is where we see Sanford lose his eyes, although he can still apparently see somehow.
A better look at Sanford overall. He still has that iconic lip, but he is missing parts of his body and his eyes to a mysterious black spot that also functions like a hole in some cases.
This is one of the defining moments of the episode (to me, at least). Sanford, seemingly overtaken by rage, randomly gains the strength to tear a half-MAG agentâs head off their body.
This might be just there for the cool factor, or maybe some other power acted on Sanford in that moment. With the info we have, we canât really tell.
Here we see an anchor, like the one used on Dedmos in the Dedmos mini-series.
âEmployicâ, according to my research, is not a word in the English language.
Substrata is âan underlying layer or substance, in particular a layer of rock or soil beneath the surface of the ground.â
This purgatory is apparently underground, which would make sense given that we only see passages to it connected to walls or floors.
The Auditor looking shocked as he is trapped in a capsule of rock. With context clues, we could make a conclusion that this is the same type of âpurgatory rockâ that now makes up Deimosâs lower jaw.
Hank is connected to a machine.
Sanford has somehow been resurrected, even though he still HAS NOT BEEN KILLED.
The Auditor specifically calls out 2BD. Heâs onto Docâs shit.
Another picture of the tablet screen, shortly after Deimos drops it. We can be certain that âAUDâ is referring to the Auditor.
Love wins. What else can I really mention if even Krinkels said it himself.
Deimos was âcompensatedâ. Surprised anything still even has value around Nevada anymore. Maybe bullets do, actually.
Sanford has to return as soon as possible for a âdeathless resurrection evaluationâ. Wonder what that would even look like.
Hankâs icon, showing up for quite a short period of time before the screen fills with âERRORâ messages. He looks distressed.
Whatever could âOCCURANT LINES ARE CONVERGINGâ mean?
Well, we know that Nevada was labelled as âThe Occurantâ earlier.
(You might not be able to read this text in this screenshot with Tumblr image compression, I donât know.)
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Finally, I have some info that isnât necessarily what happened in the animation, but could help with understanding it. As this is already getting long enough, Iâll leave it with a short blurb.
The definition of the title word.
The description of the episode on the Newgrounds site.
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Even without looking at it in-depth, Madness Combat: Contravention was a masterpiece of animation. It was fluid, the characters were expressive, and the visuals were stunning. Big props to Krinkels, Cheshyre, Cturix (did the sound effects), and Tarkade (made the backgrounds) for creating the most entertaining 8 minutes of my life.
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Thoughts? Theories? Something I missed? Share it in the reblogs! After all, what is this fandom without the community weâve formed!
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