#imagine having this show be constantly streaming in your head

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Hello, I hope you're doing well, I love the things you write!

This is probably going to be a long one. It turns out that ever since I discovered btd 1 and 2, and tpof, I've always been really curious about Ren's character. I imagine that just like me, people must have been surprised to see how he had become in Tpof. I'm SO excited for Ykmet! I know this game is mainly focused on Strade, because of course his name is there! XD

I love him too, but I'm particularly looking forward to seeing the parts with Ren. I know about the changes that Gato has prepared for him, and I hope they're positive, I trust what she's doing.

Anyway! I think I've gone on too long. The thing is, since I finished Tpof, I haven't found many people who give analysis to the older Ren character. I don't know if I'm looking in the wrong place, but I always thought tumblr was the best place to look, because the fandom seems more active here.

There were many things I didn't understand, because I'm terrible at analyzing, I try, but I constantly feel like I end up overthinking, my head always tries to provide several explanations like A, B, C, D, and it goes beyond that.

From your perspective, opinions and thoughts on the DLC, what do you think people often miss about Fox? Something you noticed that some people probably didn't. I would particularly like to know about your interpretation of the ending. Yes, I know it's straightforward and clear, he saves us. But I've always wondered about his motivations. I think that conversation we have with him in the bunker affects him, but in what way? What are his thoughts? And what are his thoughts about us after that?

I constantly noticed that he was also always adjusting his posture in his streams, and in the third one when he bites and then licks the wound on Mc's neck, then he looks almost embarrassed. Was it just because he got too excited or was it something else that i didn't catch because im too stupid? lmao

I'll end the ask here or it will be too long, I apologize for that, and if I didn't manage to express my questions very well

(although, if you answer this, I hope it's okay if I ask a bit more)

I think Fox has built this new version of himself based on being in control. He used to be a captive, always weary of Strade, and then trying and failing to be in control of MC in btd2 (who either died or escaped, given that this is Ren’s darker path). After that, he wanted to be in control for once.

He runs the entire auction system, he has his own show, and he’s incredibly good at what he does. That security not only makes him confident in what he does now, but it makes him finally like who he is (at least, he thinks.)

Young Ren was struggling a lot with his image and self worth, in terms of being treated as a pet/property, being abused, and then convincing himself that it was all because Strade loved him. Those years affected his mind so much. When his plan with MC went wrong after the second game, I think he realized that he should have been following Strade’s advice more. He fell back into that mental state of idolizing Strade and his way of doing things, his way of thinking. Why would Ren try anything else? Of course Strade was right. (This is the wrong idea, sadly, but it must have been the conclusion he turned to.)

It started as him trying to follow the footsteps of the only person he’d ever had to look up to— Strade. That’s why he started doing shows, because Strade was successful and Ren wanted to follow his example. He was also swayed a lot by emotion, the loneliness he felt and the emptiness he has after Strade’s death. Continuing his legacy was a way to fill the void, at least a little. He also needed money sooner or later.

Over time, he started to make it his own. He started to think less about Strade and more about himself. By the time we see Fox, he’s pretty much moved on from Strade. He does it as his own show, in his own name, his own life.

He is a great showman, naturally. That’s where the posture, gestures, and lively way he talks comes from. He knows how to entertain an audience, and he’s spent years perfecting that skill. He does enjoy the shows, to an extent. But remember, when MC asks him why he does this? Because he’s good at it.

He does like the feeling of being in the spotlight, and entertaining an audience— but his answer wasn’t because it’s his passion, not because he likes being in power, but because he’s good at it.

He’s accustomed to it.

The thing I think people miss is that Fox still has that unsure feeling inside. Deep down, he likes you. And he wants to keep you. But the show must go on! He likes who he is now, and he has to perform for chat. Like I said, it started out as ‘that’s what Strade would have done’ when he was younger, but now he’s moved on from Strade and just become so conditioned to it that he doesn’t know how to break the cycle. It’s how the show goes: he tortures someone, does what chat wants, gets paid, and they die in the end. That’s how it’s always gone. But what about when he grows attached?

An Easter egg to prove my point:

Middle picture, third row down He literally hurts himself for letting you go, because he’s realized he likes you, but he doesn’t know how to deny chat. (this happens when you make all the wrong choices when he visits you in the bunker before show 3. Making all the right choices will result in the survival ending.)

That’s why the survival ending is so critical to his character— he did something for himself. Because he wanted to. It’s a sign of him breaking free, and realizing that he can be in charge.

MC’s dialogue choices are important there too. When he tells MC their fate is up to chat, and you say “I thought you were in charge?” It makes him stop and think. You set things in motion for him. That leads you to the ending where he saves you.

As for when he licks the blood on your neck, I think he got a little flustered because he let his animal side show/let his composure fall a bit. A big part of these shows is the power imbalance between him and the victim, and he always puts on a front of being more put together than they are.

But yeah, that’s my mini analysis on Fox. There’s so much more to his character, but that’s for a later date ;) You’re always welcome to ask more!

[smuttysabina]

AriaSaki Earns Some Mortgage Money

(Aria Saki x Male Reader, 5.3K Words) Tags: Prostitution, Regrets from selling your body, Getting off to selling your body, Unexpected creampies, Vaginal and Oral Sex, Tittyfucking, She really should just release an Onlyfans, No handholding, Protected Sex (lol)

AriaSaki looks glumly at her computer screen, her eyes glazed over as she wracks her brain for some way out of her current predicament; her mortgage. Who knew something so mundane could bring so much stress? How was Aria supposed to have known that her org contract would fall through literally right after she bought herself a house! So she had spent the last year streaming constantly, doing everything she could to make her monthly payments, going live for days on end to try and make it through another pay period. I mean sure, she had also been splurging on pets, oh and on Pokemon cards, and on figurines, and... um well lots of things actually. But now Aria was truly struggling to keep up, and she had no idea how to make things better. She had spent her early years as a cumdump for LCS players, before transitioning to helping the nascent OTV group around the house, and then finally moving to streaming fulltime herself; aside from her cooking skills, she didn't have much to make a living with if streaming fell through. Well, there was one asset she still had left, but her parents would disown her if she started an Onlyfans to show off her voluptuous body to her fans; so she couldn't do that! Even that slut Jaime was coy about openly showing herself off, she would just tease on camera but keep the juicy stuff for her rich benefactors... Wait a minute, if Aria couldn't sell her body online, what if she could sell it in person?

Aria shudders in revulsion, was she seriously considering prostituting herself for some easy cash? Yes, yes she was...

You had always enjoyed perusing the escort listings, imagining yourself with the girls on display, stroking furiously to the thought of spending your hard earned cash on the chance to cum inside a woman. Of course, you had never actually paid to sleep with a prostitute, it was just arousing to browse and fantasize, especially since some of the girl's prices were nothing short of absurd. You nearly choke on your own spit as you read one listing, ten-thousand dollars for only one hour! At that price you might as well rent her for a whole year, and though her body was nicely shaped, there was no way she could possibly be worth so much. You shake your head in disbelief, what sort of moron would burn so much money on a simple fling? Probably just some rich brats who didn't know any better, and the escort's face was even blurred out as well, this was more likely than not just a scam. But that haircut did look oddly familiar... Frowning, you scrutinize the few pictures the lady of the night had on display, realization scratching at the rear of your brain as your mind attempts to connect the dots it had been given. You had seen her before, you were sure of it, though from where... You continue to beat your meat even as you drink in the sight of those saggy tits framed by that severe hime haircut, a sense of deja-vu filling you as you discern that you had masturbated to this view before. Your eyes boggle as realization finally dawns, perhaps $10,000 an hour was not too steep a price to pay after all...

Almost a week later, and you found yourself standing in front of an upscale hotel room door. If anything, the past week of paperwork and extensive background checks had left you even more convinced that the girl you were about to meet was in fact AriaSaki. You had signed no less than five separate NDAs, each more strictly worded than the last and filled to the brim with draconian punishments should you even think about this encounter in public. And the fact that she had dredged up drama from back in middle school to confront you about indicated that this was someone with a paranoid streak more than a little wide. The fact that the hourly rate was so obscenely high also was a glaring indicator, Aria had always been wont to splurge, and so probably was looking to buy all sorts of expensive junk to hoard. So you continue to wait awkwardly in front of the door, having knocked several times already, with a sinking feeling in your stomach that you had somehow been scammed and that this entire endeavor had been a complete waste of time. But before you turn to leave with a heavy heart, several loud clunks sound from the entryway, and the door opens a smidgen, allowing an elegant hand to reach from the darkness within and frantically beckon you inside.

You gingerly push open the door, stepping past the lady into the gloomily lit interior, before it is shut behind you and thoroughly locked. You turn to examine her, but she hurries past you into the hotel room, before collecting herself with a huff, clearly she was as nervous about this as you were. In the dim lighting you strain to make out her features, her face concealed behind a dark facemask with her olive-shaped eyes peering out above it; her hair was shorter than in her photos, but it matched how Aria's hair had looked on stream recently. Her voluptuous body was tightly constrained by a sleek black dress, showing off her noticeable curves without making her look like, well, a whore. The woman coughs before speaking in a rather familiar voice, "Okay, so before we do anything, you're going to need to transfer the money over to my account," she holds out her phone, with her bank account's QR showing on the screen. You dutifully pull up her account on your payment app, hesitating a moment before tapping in the desired amount to transfer. $20,000 might take a while to work off, but it would certainly be worth it... The girl sighs in disbelief as the notification pops up on her phone, "Wow. So this is for... two hours then? Whew!" she appears to hyperventilate for a moment before calming down and giving you a nod, and slowly undoes her mask to full reveal the face of your favorite streamer: AriaSaki

Aria grimaces awkwardly at you, "Okay, so I have never done this before so, um, I guess let's get this over with then?" She starts walking towards the bed before whirling, "Wait! Okay, um, so no anal, no oral, no kissing, don't ejaculate on me, I won't give you a blowjob, and you have to use a condom at all times, got it?" She glares sternly at you before you agree fully to her terms, and only then does she stalk towards her bed, grabbing a plastic tray from the nightstand and placing it beside her as she clambers onto the mattress. Aria gets on her hands and knees, her back inexpertly arched as she looks back at you in trepidation, "Um, I don't know how large your... penis is, so there's a bunch of different sizes in the tray. Oh! And lube." Then she waits, studiously ignoring you as you undress, and she twitches nervously as you climb onto the bed behind her. Feeling a little let down by the lack of intimacy, you nonetheless find your manhood fully interested in the situation, and you rummage through the tray before finding the correct size to cover it. Your cock's enthusiasm remains undiminished even after sheathing it in cool latex, and you crawl forward on your knees until you are in position behind the streamer. Aria flinches when you pull her dress up over her waist, revealing her pale ass that neatly compliments her juicy thighs; and nestled between her cheeks was the thing you had been lusting after for years.

AriaSaki's pussy was a deep brown, its sunken shape endowed with some sizable lips that were no doubt the reason her camel-toe showed up so easily. And of course, like the lovable gamer gremlin that she was, she had obviously not bothered to shave in several weeks; well at least she had showered recently, you had been somewhat worried she would not have... Aria stirs nervously, "Are you done looking at me, are you not going to stick it in?" Remembering her warning, you apply a hefty dollop of lube to your dick before grasping her waist with one hand to hold her steady as you guide yourself in. Your tip presses against her folds before angling upwards enough to find her entrance, slipping suddenly inside of Aria's hole and causing her to jolt in surprise. Aria lets out a despairing groan as your cock fills her pussy, "I cannot fucking believe I'm actually doing this right now..." Whatever reservations Aria might be feeling went ignored by you as the sordid heat of her cunt can be felt even through the condom, and the pressure of her folds around her shaft had your eyes rolling. The streamer placidly stays in position as you thrust away at her rear, her lack of enthusiasm not bothering you in the slightest due to how excited you were to be fucking AriaSaki herself! This truly was a wet dream come true...

The steady slap of flesh fills the room as you plow Aria's bent-over form, the streamer gasping and groaning in a mixture of disgust and natural pleasure; her pussy cared not a whit about the moral implications of this coupling, merely that it was being filled. So as you continue to fuck her, the wet squelching noises that accompanied your sex seem to be growing louder with every passing minute, until... Until you can't hold on any longer, and with a moan you clutch at the streamer's waist as you thrust as deep as possible inside of her, your cock pulsating with pleasure as it fills the condom with semen. Aria gasps at your sudden motion, her butt clenching rhythmically as her body shudders, and you feel a film of wetness drips down your balls, "Oh my fucking god, did I just... from this?" Aria whines in horror, "What kind of slut climaxes just from some random guy cumming in her?" She buries her face in a pillow and screams into it, her feet drumming against the mattress. Once her tantrum subsides though, a red-faced Aria looks back at you and asks petulantly, "Are you going to pull out, or do I have to feel you going soft inside of me?" With such a bitchy attitude, in your post-coital clarity you were starting to question whether even your favorite was worth nutting inside for 20,000 dollars.

Acceding to Aria's wishes, you gingerly unmount her, allowing your cock to slip out, along with the reservoir of semen dangling from the tip of it. The streamer collapses onto her side, and then gawps when she spots the massive load contained within your condom, "What the heck," she squawks, tentatively poking at the yolk-like mass of jizz hanging from the end of your dick, "That would... that would have all gone... in me?" You blush at Aria's prodding, you had saved up all week for her, but even you were shocked by the sheer quantity of cum you had unloaded for her; and that had been with minimal help from her as well. When you start to remove the condom she stops you though, seemingly mesmerized by what it contains. Aria breathes rapidly, and appears unaware that one of her hands is getting rather busy between her thighs, as her face slowly moves closer to the object of her obsession, "I-I came, I came from this?" Aria's face becomes completely flushed as she masturbates while you watch, "I-I'm a slut!" she gasps out, her fingers furiously churning her cunt, "I'm a prostitute, a fucking whore, oh fuck it feels so good!" Aria's eyes narrow as she drowns her shame in a tide of lust, she knew what she was doing was wrong, and it filled her with a lustful mania to be doing it. She pants as her tongue lolls, and she hesitantly licks the swaying sack of seed, before letting out a sultry groan as she orgasms, her entire body shivering until it passes; and she looks up and gives you a lascivious smile.

AriaSaki reaches up and gently removes your condom for you, though you had grown so flaccid that it was about to fall off anyways, and then to your complete shock, empties it into her mouth. The streamer lets out a muffled moan as your thickening seed fills her mouth, her tongue visibly roiling it around as she savors the harsh taste of your semen. Well savor might perhaps be a touch too strong a word, as Aria gags violently, nearly expelling the load all over the bed before recovering and returning to attempting to swallow it. All the while her finger's continue to be busy stirring her slit, as she fights to overcome her disgust through sheer pleasure; until with a grimace the foul fluid slides down her throat. Aria trembles as yet another round of squelches come from between her shivering thighs, and when she opens her eyes again to stare up at you, her face is a mask of arousal. Her ample chest heaves as she struggles to breathe, "I think... I think I'm down for round two..." Aria glances at your cock and seems unsurprised that it is nearly fully erect once more. Naturally, watching your favorite streamer swallow your cum while masturbating, had indeed made you hard once more, powering through the aftereffects of your first orgasm with gusto.

Aria tentatively grasps your cock, slowly stroking it while judging your reactions, "Are you ready for it again?" she asks, making you nod frantically in affirmation, causing a sultry smile to spread across her lips, "Fuck, I'm ready for it again..." The streamer promptly turns about and bends over once more, though this time her back is lasciviously arched and she spreads her cheeks with both hands. She coughs pointedly when you slap your bare member against her slit however, even lost in a fugue of lust, she still expects you to wear protection. This time when you take Aria from behind, she is far more vocal about it, screeching into the sheets while your cock churns her sopping cunt until it is gushing all down her thighs, wailing for you to fuck her harder. The slap of her surprisingly well-sized cheeks against your crotch echoes around the room as you relentlessly plow her, now you truly felt like you were getting your money's worth pounding away at AriaSaki's sloppy pussy! Her folds tighten greedily around your shaft as you fill her, desperate for the seed that would invariably fill the condom, yet dumbly hungry for it anyways. Your core burning from your efforts, you slow down, switching to slow, long thrusts as you struggle to catch your breath. Aria glances back at you in confusion, tears glistening on her cheeks, "Wait, did you finish already?" she says in exasperation before hearing your frantic denials, "Okay good. Want to swap positions?"

After taking a minute to recover, Aria rolls onto her back and spreads her legs for you, showing off the sopping mess you helped make between her lower lips. She smirks as you lean down to closely examine her pussy, drinking in the details that you missed during your only cursory inspection of it framed by her butt. Aria puts a hand on your head and guides you in, gasping with delight as you dig into her swollen folds, "Oh fuck yes, taste it, fucking eat it!", she quivers delightfully as your tongue laps its way up her slit, "Fuck I cannot believe this feels so good..." By the time you are finished, a fresh slick of juices spills out and soaks her asshole, and she is more than ready, and you more than rested, to continue. With a sleazy grin, Aria pulls her legs back until they are behind her head, her meaty tits squished between them, and her pussy completely vulnerable to your attentions. As you slap your hardening dick against her, you comment on how much she looks like a fleshlight like that, which only seems to excite her even more, "Oh yeah? Does it turn you on thinking I'm just a filthy pocket pussy for you to dump your loads into? That I'm just a whore addicted to random guy's fucking cocks?" she snarls up at you. Well, she said it first...

You mount Aria then and there, slipping your covered cock into her hole and placing yourself atop her thighs, your body weight squishing down onto her in a classic mating press position. Your sex was fantastically intimate, face-to-face as your manhood plunges deep inside of her, it was only natural that you begin to sloppily make out; you had already fucked her twice and this was the first time you had kissed her. Aria's lips were as soft as you had expected, though her tongue was almost off-puttingly aggressive as it forces its way into your mouth. As enjoyable as being pressed against your favorite streamer with her arms locked tightly around you was however, your thighs were already starting to scream from the effort; this position was far more difficult than porn had made it out to be... So after taking a short rest laying on her soft body you reluctantly pull out of her embrace, much to her obvious bemusement at your lack of stamina. You haul Aria to the edge of the bed, her dress dragging against the sheets, bunching uncomfortably up against her breasts and revealing her fertile belly. Who blushes at the reveal of her somewhat pronounced tummy, but she is soon distracted from her gloomy thoughts as you spank her clit with your cock once more.

Now you are able to get more solid thrusts in, while being able to grind your member deep inside of Aria's guts had been quite pleasant, pounding away at her contorted body like a cheap toy was even better. And Aria seems to agree, if her rising voice is any indicator; soon she is howling as loudly as she had been when you had mounted her from behind for the second time. Grasping her sweaty thighs to hold her steady, you relentlessly slam your cock into her sloppy folds, her juices soaking the sheets beneath her as she leaks uncontrollably, "Oh fuck, I'm getting used," Aria groans, "My pussy is getting used like a fucking onahole, why does it feel so good to be a fucking whore?" Her cunt sloshes excitedly, squelching loudly as her entire body starts to quiver, "Fuck, it's happening again! I'm fucking cumming again! Oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!" Aria gasps as a stream of fluids gushes out of her pussy, her eyes rolling back as she shudders, squirt spraying with every convulsion as her folds spasm around your shaft. You nearly join her in orgasm, but her shaking is so violent is expels your cock, the streamer unfolding herself and laying on her side until the pleasure surging through her finally subsides. Aria looks blearily up at you, "Fuck... I haven't squirted in like a year... Why am I enjoying this so much?"

Shaking off her reflective lapse in arousal, Aria returns to her cock-hungry state for ignoring the moral implications of selling her body, and needily spreads her legs for you once more. But after that last effort, you were exhausted, sweat slicking your skin while your back and abs scream with soreness, you might need a few minutes... But Aria doesn't have a few minutes to wait and ponder her situation, so instead she orders you back onto the bed, "Okay, just... just lay down, I'll get on top this time..." You are admittedly more than happy to let her take charge, her bossy attitude while streaming had always scratched at a particular itch, and your dick shows its enthusiasm by staying at attention. So you clamber onto the bed and settle down onto your back, your condom-sheathed cock resting stickily upon your chest, the rubber made almost opaque from Aria's juices. The streamer winces as she straddles you, her own legs a touch cramped after spasming while stuck behind her head, but she shows no sign of stopping to stretch out a little. Instead she seems intent on stretching out her pussy some more using your manhood, as she slides salaciously upon it, smearing yet more of her honey onto it. Giving into a whim, you reach up and yank the top of her dress down, allowing one boob to pop out while the other remains awkwardly caught in the tight fabric.

Rolling her eyes, Aria properly pulls her breasts out for you and leans back, allowing you to drink in the sight of her weighty tits sagging down her chest. She seems somewhat self-conscious about showing them off, but you are quick to reassure her by vigorously groping those flesh globes. Aria's thick, brown nipples harden quickly from your attentions, her pillowy boobs so large they are nearly spilling out of your hands, "Geez, you guys always love these so much, don't you?" she sighs, grinding all the harder upon your member, "Fuck, I need it..." Letting you continue to freely maul her tits, Aria squats over your cock, pulling it upright against her folds before sitting on it. You both groan as your dick slides into the familiar warmth of her pussy, the streamer taking it to the hilt and pressing her puffy lower lips against your crotch. Slowly, but swiftly starting to speed up, AriaSaki rides your cock, her thighs pistoning up and down your length with a frantic energy, her juices splattering across your chest with every bounce. Her face is beet ride as she fucks you, before she had been able justify her shameful arousal from letting a stranger use her for money with her passivity, but now that she was on top, she had no excuse to be enjoying this as much as she was, "Oh fuck!" she screams, "I'm a fucking whore! I'm a fucking whore! I'm fucking cumming on some rando's cock like a slut! Fuck, this feels too good!"

A fresh gush of squirt heralds Aria's climax, and she collapses down onto you, shuddering uncontrollably as her cunt floods her brain with pleasure. Your hands fervently roam her back, groping her squishy ass with glee until she recovers enough to continue riding you once more. Her pussy was so wet you could practically feel it slathering your shaft with every bounce, and it's burning heat made it feel as if you were not wearing a condom at all. Aria's messy hair sticks to her sweaty face as she fucks you, her face locked in a paroxysm of lust, "You fucking love it, don't you?" she salaciously licks her lips, "You love watching your favorite streamer turn into a slut for you? You love watching me begging it for it? Fucking give it to me!" she snarls, "I want your fucking cum!" she shrieks as she slams herself down onto you again and again, her folds gripping you like a vice. Having nearly finished twice already, your balls were more than ready to mindlessly empty themselves into this virile slut, and you hold desperately onto her waist as she rides your load out of you; her breasts flopping wildly as she does so. With a loud moan, you creampie AriaSaki, every fresh spurt of cum sending shivers through your body, filling the condom to capacity with your thick seed. The streamer quivers atop you, your sweaty skin stuck together as you both gasp for breath, and you felt as if you had just lost a year of life from orgasming so hard. Aria smiles blearily down at you before her face twists in confusion, "Wait, why is it...?"

Aria scrambles up off of you, hurriedly unmounting you before shoving her fingers into her cunt before dragging out a string of creamy fluid. She looks at the goop coating her fingers in shock, before you both look down at your cock as realization dawns; it turns out you had been feeling her wetness. Several inches of bare skin stands proudly above the yellow wrapping of the torn condom, streaked with your conjoined juices; insufferably proud of itself. Aria gawps at it for several moments before stammering, "Wait wait wait wait, that means... oh gOD YOU CAME IN ME?" she frantically scoops out yet more of your semen, hyperventilating as she processes the scale of this disaster, if it was as big as your last load then... "Oh FUCK," she groans in despair, "Am I gonna get pregnant? Did I really just get knocked up by some random guy?" her fingers stop scooping and instead start churning instead, "Fuck this is so risky! I need to... I need to..." her eyes roll back as she shudders once more, too busy drowning in pleasure to do anything about the unwanted creampie drying in her cunt. Desperate to continue outrunning the inevitable crash, she tears the remains of the condom off before bending down and taking you in her mouth.

Aria throws herself into the blowjob with reckless enthusiasm, her teeth scratching against your shaft while she gags violently from your tip banging against the back of her throat. You wince as your cockhead grinds against her molars, and you hesitantly suggest you take this to the edge of the bed once more...? "Oh, um okay?" Aria looks up at you in confusion, clearly worried that she was doing something wrong. She understands though when you get her to lay on the mattress, her head tilted back over the edge, and her tongue lolls expectantly as you rest your dick against it. Your brain was working overtime to overcome the usual post-climax downtime, and the stimulation from Aria's hole would assist greatly in that. And this time when you fill her mouth, you are easily able to push onwards into her throat. The streamer gurgles as your meat fills her throat, and a noticeable bulge shows in her neck, the sight of which dispels any lingering hesitations. Grunting like a beast, you fuck Aria's face with abandon, your cock roughly stuffing itself down her hole again and again, her Adam's apple bobbing frantically as she struggles to breathe. Spittle pours out of her mouth and erupts out of her nostrils as your balls slap against her nose, running down her forehead and into her hair while she steadily continues to masturbate even as her mouth is getting abused. Her breasts wobble enticingly upon her heaving chest while you relish the warm, wet hole you are fucking, and you know how you want to finish.

You pull out of Aria's mouth, and your dick is soon followed by a fresh gush of spittle that pours down her face as she gasps for air. She hurriedly scoops the frothy fluids out of her eyes as you haul her back onto the bed and clamber onto her chest, and she smirks knowingly as you grope her breasts, "You fucking want-" she coughs, "my fucking tits don't you?" her hands shove yours off of her breasts so she can squish them around your cock, and you start thrusting before she is even able to position it properly. You groan as the soft flesh of her boobs presses in around your shaft, it felt even better than you had fantasized, and you feel your balls quickly rising as you continue to hump her chest. Aria bites her lip and nods frantically, "Oh yeah, you fucking love my boobs, don't you? How many times have you beat your cock to my huge fucking tits?" she leans forward and sticks her tongue out, licking at your tip whenever it peeks out between her fleshy mounds, "I know you fap to me all the time, thinking about me on my knees with my slutty fucking tits out out for you... Yeah? Yeah you fucking do you fucking pervert! Oh fuck! Do it, fucking do it!" You are almost blubbering as you reach your orgasm, desperately fucking AriaSaki's massive breasts while she naughtily urges you on, precum already slopping out down her neck. With a howl you explode between her boobs, your load filling her cleavage before your cock slips out and your next ropes splatter against her open mouth and face. You frantically stroke your dick, working out the last dregs of sperm from you balls as you cover Aria's nipples with thick globs of cum, "Oh fuck yes," Aria exults as you paint her chest with your semen.

Aria happily sucks you clean, and while she does an idea pops into your head that you cannot ignore. You reach for your phone, which surprisingly had not been launched off the bed by your vigorous sex, and the streamer smiles dreamily as you hold it above her. You heart hammers as you drink in the sight through your camera: the famous AriaSaki with your softening cock resting between her tits, her breasts streaked with sweat and lines of cum, throwing up a double peace-sign while her spittle and jizz slathered face was twisted into the most depraved ahegao you had ever seen. It was almost enough to get you hard again, almost. But then Aria's alarm goes off on her phone, and you both glance over at it, realizing that your two hours were up, just in time. The streamer coughs awkwardly, and you scramble off her as she woozily lurches upright, giving you a shell-shocked look as she processes what she had just done. Sure, she was up 20,000 dollars, but now she had a stranger's semen roiling in her stomach, his sperm was wriggling its way into her womb, and his load covered her entire upper body. Aria lets out an exhausted sigh, before giving you a gloomy glare, "I think you should leave now," she says testily, before collapsing back onto the stained sheets. Not wanting to endure her infamous rages (by this point the poor neighbors had probably heard enough screaming already), you hastily dress before departing. And as you leave you hear her groan, "Oh my fucking god, he CAME IN FUCKING PUSSY! NEVER! NEVER AGAIN!", and you promptly slam the door shut to drown out the rest of her enraged shrieks.

A month later and you were at it again, perusing the backpages for hot escorts to masturbate to. Your time spent with Aria if anything had increased your arousal towards escorts, and when you were not pounding one out to her streams or your own memories of your time with her, or even that picture, you were pumping away to images of some lady of the night. Your heart nearly stops though when you come across a familiar advertisement for an insane price, it couldn't be. She said she would never do it again... But when you open it, you see that it was posted recently, and unlike before the description now was for a "No limits prostitute, please get tested so that you can fuck me raw in any way you want, my curvy Asian body is yours to use!" You are shaking as you type out a message, inquiring when she would next be available, and you almost pass out when you receive a response. A lewd selfie of Aria with her tongue sticking out, her arm pushing up her fat tits, precedes the message: "You again? Make sure to get tested this time so you can fuck me bareback properly this time! I love being your nasty little whore..."

Well, it seems like you will be spending the rest of your life ruinously in debt, but at least you will be spending it balls deep inside of AriaSaki's pussy!

[rekino2114]

Giving the paldea girls a plushie of their ace pokemon

A/n:my first pokemon post and I decided to do that with my personal favorite group of girls

Nemona

Nemona is always in a good mood whenever she's around you so imagine how she reacted when you randomly handed her an adorable plushie of the starter she chose

Her eyes starts sparkling and she loudly gasps before hugging you so tightly that you almost can't breathe and peppering your face in kisses while constantly saying thank you

She constantly shows it off to everyone in the friend group much to everyone else's annoyance, arven has to remind her that this is the third time she brought up the plushie.....today

She definitely asks you if you can make a plushie of your own starter so you can pretend to make them battle like children do with action figures.......she knows you could just use the actual pokemons but she doesn't care

"......wait...what?......OH MY GOD! THAT'S THE MOST ADORABLE THING EVER! thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, do you think you could make one of your starter too? You know so we can make them battle"

Penny

One day she walked in her dorm just to see plushies of all of her eevelutions slumped on her bed, she sighed and immediately knew it was you

Even if she might not look super thrilled to have them, not really having too much of a reaction, she actually really loves them

Sometimes she sleeps while hugging one of them or just being surrounded by every single one, whenever you're not available to cuddle (or she's just too embarrassed to ask) she grabs one of them and hugs it since they're really soft and fluffy (plus they smell like you)

Whenever you have to go away for a long time for whatever reason she gives you the plushie of your favorite eevelution so you can remember her by

"Those plushies in my bed.....I knew that was you.....*blushes* n-no I like them they're really cute and fluffy.....just thank you for taking the time to make something like this for me"

Iono

Iono's brain short-circuits the moment you showed her a giant bellibolt plushie, and then when you told her it was for her, she completely stopped thinking and just started hugging you and thanking you, spending basically the rest of the day like this

She takes so many pictures of it, her phone gallery is full of dozens of photos of the plushie in all different angles for absolutely no reason other than "I like it so much I wanna look at it even when it's not near me" she especially loves the pictures of you of her hugging or standing on the plushie

Speaking of, she loves just taking naps on it. It's big enough to sleep on, and she sometimes drags you there to nap together, even if it's not big enough for two people so you often have to just drag her to bed instead

She always shows it off on her streams and loves it when her viewers ask about it or say how cute it looks, it's more excuses to talk about you after all

"Oh yeah, that bellibolt plushie is new! It's something my amazing wonderful and super beautiful partner gave me, ahh y/n just is the absolute best"

Rika

She smirks the moment she sees you handing her a life-sized clodsire plushie. She takes it and looks at it before looking back at you and just starting to make out

It's a plushie of her favorite pokemon made by her favorite person on the planet she absolutely adores it and will treasure it forever

The first thing she did was show it off to the rest of the elite four whenever they met up again, Larry didn't care at all, Hassel just told her how good you were for each other but poppy absolutely loved it and asked rika if she could play with it, which she happily gave it to her

Sometimes she just puts it on top of her head like a hat for no reason, you don't know why she does it but she looks cute with it

"Wow, that's super cute, it's for me? Seriously? Thanks so much cutie, you know I said it was really cute but now that I think about it it comes nowhere close to its creator"

Dendra

At first she can't believe that you made a plushie of hariyama just for her, but when you confirmed it she couldn't hold her excitement in and tacked you to the ground with a hug

Whenever she showed it to tulip, her friend wanted to give the plushie a makeover for some reason, but dendra didn't let her since you made it, and it would have been disrespectful to her love

One time she decided to show it to her class, mostly to tell them how amazing you were, and her students asked her if they could pet it and play with it, which she reluctantly obligated to, she still made sure they wouldn't mess it up in any way though

One time you found her exhausted sleeping on the couch while hugging the plushie and you thought it was adorable so you took a picture of it (she blushed a lot when you showed it to her)

"An hariyama plushie.....j-just for me?...you made it! Like with your hands?...o-oh my God thank you so much, it looks even more beautiful now that I know you made it"

[differenteagletragedy]

i nEEEEEEED your take on emotionally sensitive reader watching a heart-wrenching show w simon riley. how do u think he'd react? remain stoic? cry a little? comfort reader? bawl? idkidkidk but I just finished watching when life gives you tangerines and the way i was BAWLING MULTIPLE TIMES PER EPISODE!!

i love your way of writing and how you humanise/domesticate simon riley, so i thought u might be able to do it justice. :333

thank u in advance!!!!

Anon thank you thank you, very relatable (love weeping constantly at literally anything), and soft Simon is my favorite thing in the world <3 <3 <3

Simon likes watching tv with you. He likes being with you in general, likes being at home even better, and there's just something so cozy about cuddling on the couch at the end of the day. It's so normal in a way he never imagined he'd get to experience.

Sometimes he falls asleep, and sometimes he's more focused on you than on whatever you're watching, but tonight, you're on the season finale of the first season of one of your favorite shows, one he'd never seen, so he's paying attention. It's good enough, though a little maudlin for his taste, and he's just about to crack a joke about the dramatics of it all when he hears a sniffle.

He looks over, and you're full-on crying, eyes glued to the screen while tears stream down your face. He glances around the room in confusion, because ... what is this? But he knows you well at this point, has studied you like you're both a person he loves and a lesson to learn, and he can see how invested you are in the show -- that's what you're crying about.

A laugh rumbles out of his chest, the tv forgotten, by him, anyway.

"You fucking serious?" he asks, not unkindly but amused. "You're crying over this?"

"It's sad!" you answer quickly. "Have you not been watching?"

"I've been watching, haven't seen anything to weep over though."

You scoff, pausing the show, and turn to him. He knows he's about to get a talking-to, and he settles in, smirking and excited to hear it.

"One, I'm not weeping, I'm showing natural human emotion to something very sad," you tell him. "Two, she is so strong and so brave? Three she's 16 and she thinks she's going to die, that's --"

"She's not gonna die, love, come off it," he interrupts you, still smirking. "There's six seasons left."

For some reason, that causes you to cry harder. You actually let out a soft little sob, your face crumpling. Simon feels a little bit like a dick for it, but he still laughs. Not because he's laughing at you, but because it's all just so damn adorable.

He tuts, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest, "Come on now, sweetheart, that's enough of that. Don't like to see you crying, you know that."

He holds you for a moment before he reaches over and presses play, and the two of you stay silent for the rest of the episode -- until you cry again, then a third time. His arms stay around you, firm and solid, and he can't help but smile.

It's something about the knowledge that you're crying over something that doesn't matter, not really, and how that means that there's nothing more serious to cause you grief. It makes him feel like he's doing something right to make you feel comfortable enough to let him see you like this.

When the end credits of the episode start playing, he leans down to kiss the top of your head, and he says, "Think you got some snot on my shirt, take a break for a wardrobe change?"

"You're such a jerk," you tell him, but he can hear the smile in your voice.

"Ah, but I'm your jerk," he concedes, pulling you just a little closer. "I'll take that."

[winchester-24]

Imagine calling Dean for help

The werewolf was a lot harder to deal with than you thought. While solo hunting wasn’t the best thing a hunter could do, you’ve managed to get by with minimal damage until now. The werewolf was dead but left a nasty gash on your side. Silent tears fell as the pain pulsated from your side. With shaky hands, you reached for your phone in your back pocket, praying it still worked. You whimper as you adjust to get the phone from your pocket. Pulling it out, you see the screen flash with a picture of you and another hunter. More tears fall as you dial what could be your last call.

You just needed to hear his voice.

“Hey, sweetheart.” The gruff voice came from the other side of the phone. By the sound of it, you woke him up.

“Dean.” You manage to whimper out, your voice a little shaky. Whatever sleep Dean still had is now gone.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” Fully alert, you can hear him gathering clothes to put on and Sam asking what was wrong in the background.

“You remember that hunt I told you I was going on?” The blood from your side is pooling around you; you stay looking at the sky for a sense of ignorance that you might come out of this alive.

“Yeah, the werewolf, the one I told you not to go on alone. What happened?” Dean replied quickly while also yelling at Sam to hurry up for something.

“I got ‘em, baby.” You said, tears streaming down your face. “He got me too though.” You finally let out a sob. You continue.

“I’m sure you know where I am, you always do. If you don’t make it here to save me, I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Don’t you dare say that, Y/N; I will be there in time, and your ass is never going hunting alone again.” You smile through the tears.

“You’ve always been my knight in leather armor.” You sigh.

“Dean, I'm getting tired.” You admit wanting hard to fight, but the feeling quickly overwhelms you.

“Do not fucking fall asleep, you hear me? Stay talking to me, baby, about anything.” You hear the worry in his voice and the roar of the Impala going faster.

“Do you remember the first time we met?” You ask softly.

“Of course, I remember, sweetheart; if I had known Bobby was having other hunters come around, especially you, I would have visited him more often.” You smile and remember how your parents knew Bobby; you kept in touch with him after they died. You needed help on a case and went to him after you tried researching everything. To Bobby's surprise, the brothers happened to be showing up that day, and you and the older Winchester had a flirty fling for a while until he finally found the courage and made you two officially a couple.

“You were something else, Dean Winchester.”

“Are, baby. You're not going anywhere to need to use past tense.” You hear the Impala stop. Dean speaks again. “Okay, baby. We are parked right by your car. Where are you?” Your head was fogging, and you felt numb. It was hard to concentrate.

“Sweetheart, I need you to tell me,” Dean says frantically.

“Go straight in the direction my car is pointing, and you’ll start to see tree limbs falling as he was running around. I’m somewhere around there.” You whisper, barely able to keep your eyes open. You see lights going back and forth, like flashlights. “I think I see you, Dean; go straight.” You saw the lights stay constantly straight towards you,

And then, blackness.

The beeping sound was annoying. You tried to drift back off, but it was too constant. You groaned and fluttered your eyes open. You were in a hospital room. You didn’t feel any pain, meaning the medicine they gave you must work great. You see Sam sleeping on a chair in the corner of the room and Dean right beside you, head on your bed but holding your hand, hunched over from his chair. You smile softly at the boys—your heroes. You squeeze Dean’s hand enough for him to wake up, shooting straight up in the bed to look at you.

He took in your face, your eyes, the color back in your cheeks, and how he initially found you two days ago—lifeless, limp, and bleeding. Yelling at Sam to speed faster to the hospital, screaming at the doctors to save his girlfriend, yelling at the nurses when they wouldn’t give him an update, and while not yelling, sternly talking to your sleeping figure about how going on that hunting solo was dumb. He should have followed you even though you told him no. You will never go on a solo hunt again, and he doesn’t care how mad it makes you, how he cannot lose you because you are now the only constant thing in his messed-up world other than Sam.

“Hey, baby.” That is all you manage to get out. Voice hoarse from no liquid. Dean reaches to the side table and hands you a cup of water. You take it and sip from it, appreciating the fluid running down your throat. He watches you, so glad you’re awake, moving, just alive. You give him back the cup. He places it down and then stands up to lean to you over the bed. He kisses your forehead, then your cheeks, and finally your lips. It was the softest kiss you have felt in a while from the older brother. It felt like those kisses that you might break if he pressed any harder. He leans away and sits back down in his chair. He looks at you, relieved, but you can still see the worry in his eyes.

“You are never going to hunt alone again.” He speaks. You smile at your boyfriend, squeezing his hand once more.

“I know.”

[cooneyscross]

can you please do an r x kcc where r and kyra are like best friends but then r does her acl and then they don't see each other for ages and in the time they don't spend together kyra starts to realise that she feels somethinf for r and then when r comes back to camp kyra starts acting differently and then r finds out or something along the lines of that sorry if thats too confusing

Missed You More - Kyra Cooney-Cross

kyra cooney-cross x matildas!reader

summary: Your back in camp after a long ACL recovery but your best friend kyra's acting strange. warnings: injury, kind of angst ig? not really anything else except terrible writing, its just a lot of yapping

'Chelsea winger Y/N L/N has just collapsed and is holding her knee, she looks to be in a lot of pain. A stretcher is being brought on to the pitch for her now showing that this isn't a minor injury. Could she have done her ACL? If so that would not be good for her hopes of playing in the upcoming world cup on home soil for the Australian.'

Scans confirm the worse for Matildas and Chelsea star, Y/N L/N, as it has been revealed the young forward has ruptured her anterior cruciate ligament in recent game against Leicester City. Her hopes to play in the world cup next year very slight as she begins her long road to recovery.

The image of her best friend falling to the ground still haunts Kyra even now 5 months later as she sat on the bus heading to their camp in England after their disappointing loss to Scotland two days ago ending their 7 match winning streak. It was the final camp before they headed home to Australia to prep for the upcoming world cup on home soil. The words of the commentator still replay in her head constantly reminding her of the heartache she felt for her best friend. In every news article she read their was always something about how the matildas star forward, chances of making the squad for the world cup were getting slimmer as time passed, it had consumed all her social media. Her constantly reminding her of the moment you had called her after your scans tears streaming down your face as you broke the news to your best friend about the results.

Of anyone in the world, Kyra knew better than anyone just how much it meant to you to be representing your country in a world cup on home soil, you had left home and travelled halfway across the globe to play for Chelsea at only 16, giving up most of your teenage years to be the best player you could. It broke her heart to just imagine how you would be feeling during this time.

In the thousands of facetimes they'd had together you had always tried to stay positive, always laughing at something and sharing stories about your time in England. But Kyra could see through the facade, nothing would get past her, you'd been best friends since you were fifteen when you both played for Melbourne Victory together. She knew how hard it was for you, you didn't have any family with you and Kyra hadn't been able to visit you as her season with Hammarby had been to busy to have enough time of to sneak in a trip to London.

Since you had been out injured, Kyra's mood had been very down. All her matildas teammates had noticed almost immediately when she had not pulled a single prank throughout the entire cup of nations tournament. The public noticed soon after when photos of the teams celebrations were posted and Kyra was hardly smiling in any of the pictures, preferring to keep to herself in the locker rooms after wins.

Kyra is pulled out of her trance when she feels her phone vibrating from the seat next to her she grabs it and sees an incoming call from you, she answered being greeted by your grinning face.

'Hello Ky.' You called happily at her whilst you walked back from Cobham, after your first full training session back with the team. You had a coffee in your hand and had a scarf wrapped around your shoulders, dressed in a large Chelsea puffer jacket with your hair pulled up into a messy bun strands blowing around your face from the strong wind. 'Sorry, I'm a mess I have a photoshoot in just over an hour so I'm in a rush.' You tell her, but Kyra didn't think you looked a mess she thought you looked beautiful, but she thought you were always stunning she never told anyone about how she felt, she thought it would be weird to go around saying how good you looked.

Kyra hadn't told anyone, but in the time the two of you had been apart Kyra had begun to feel differently towards you but she tried to hide it not wanting it to be awkward. She couldn't stop thinking about you her thoughts often wondering back to your cute smile or your laugh which you hated but she loved. Recently she'd been prioritizing your facetime calls over important stuff she was meant to be doing and whenever you did something Kyra felt like a millions butterflies were flying around in her stomach.

At first Kyra was scared of these feelings but she'd accepted them just thinking it was because she missed you a lot and when you came back from injury everything would go back to normal. It couldn't just be her that thought you were the prettiest person alive, surely anyone in their right mind could see that right?

'Kyra Lilee Cooney-Cross? Are you still there? Helloooo earth to Kyra...' you loudly spoke into the phone, pulling Kyra out of her trance and she blushed after realising she had been staring at you all this time.

'Sorry 'bout that.' Kyra says embarrassed. 'How are you? Did the scans go alright?'

'I'm good, the scans went well. My physio said that my rehab is going really well and I'm actually ahead of the schedule and...' A huge grin spreads out on your face, 'I could even be back for the game against Leicester on the 11th which means I'm allowed to play in the world cup. But that's only if Tony choses me.'

'Are you kidding Y/N/N? That's amazing, I'm so proud of you, and of course Tony's going to choose you for the world cup if your back in time, he'd be stupid not to.' Kyra matches your energy a grin spreading over her face. 'We better start planning more pranks on the girls for when you come back. I think Steph should be our first target.' You laugh, and Kyra can't help but feel that familiar giddy sensation in her stomach as your laughter fills her ears.

You plan pranks you can pull together before you notice the time. 'I got to go now Kyra. But I just want to thank you so much for your support, I seriously couldn't have been where I am today without everything you've done for me.' Kyra grins, rolling her eyes.

'Don't be silly, I did nothing, you did all the hard work. I just did whatever any best friend would do.' She tells you brushing it off as if the hours she spent on the phone with you even if it was just you talking to her while you were doing your rehab were nothing.

'Well thanks regardless. I owe you big time' You tell her, knowing that she spent so much of her time helping you. 'But I really got to go now. I love you bye.' You tell her blowing a kiss she tells you goodbye as you hang up the phone leaving Kyra on her own again.

time skip to after the england game

'Yes Cha Cha.' Kyra says leaping on her best friends back followed by Mini who was had Harper on her back. She wrapped her close friend in a tight hug placing a joking kiss on her cheek swinging her around to celebrate the girls first ever goal for the Matildas. The trio and Harper stay a while celebrating the win against England.

Despite the adrenaline pumping through Kyra's body, she still felt like something was missing. You and Kyra had always talked about how one day the two of you would play in Wembley together and all the things you'd do once you won and it made Kyra sad that you weren't here to celebrate the win. 'You alright kiddo?' Mini asks Kyra placing a soft hand on her back watching as Mackenzie Arnold and Charli Grant chased harper around on the grass.

'I dunno, it's complicated.' Kyra says not wanting to talk about it right now, knowing it sounded stupid.

'Is it about y/n?' Katrina asked the younger girl and Kyra looks at her in shock of how she knew so quickly about what it was about.

'How'd you know?' Kyra asked slightly embarrassed.

'I'm basically your mum Kyra. I know you better than you'd think.' She says teasingly 'Plus ever since y/n's been out, you've been acting differently, everyones noticed. And we're all worried about you Kyra. I know you miss your best friend but everyone's going to get injured from time to time, you can't let that affect your game.'

'It's more than me missing her. I can't stop thinking about her, she's actually taking over my mind. And I've been getting all these weird feelings, like whenever she calls me I get butterflies in my stomach, and she's so pretty, and sometimes I'd rather be on a call with her than do anything else. I don't know why I'm feeling this way mini, it's scaring me. I don't want to ruin our friendship because I have these weird and stupid feelings.' Kyra huffs tears threatening to spill.

'Kyra, have you ever maybe considered you might like y/n?' Katrina asks the younger Aussie.

'Of course I like her Kat, she's my best friend are you stupid?' Kyra says to her mother like figure confused at her logic.

'I mean, have you ever considered you might like her more than just a friend.'

'But she's my friend, I can't like her like that. I'll ruin everything.' she speaks fast worried about if what Mini is saying could be true.

'It's not the end of the world to have a crush Kyra.' Mini says soothingly, patting Kyra on the back. 'Everyone has a crush on someone, and you don't even have to tell her how you feel if it worries you too much, but from what I've noticed I'm pretty sure she likes you too.' Mini whispers the last part before noticing harper faceplanting on the floor, running off to check on her daughter. Leaving Kyra to take in everything Katrina said. It made sense now, everything she was feeling.

time skip to pre world cup

The Matildas had started arriving to prepare for the upcoming world cup. Much to much of the publics surprise you had made a record return being welcomed back into the squad for the world cup, grateful that Tony still chose you even though you weren't even close to the form you were in before your injury. You were arriving to camp a few hours later than everyone else with Sam, meaning that when you arrived late that evening everyone was always eating dinner, you hopped out of the car, feeling gross from the long flight and jetlag kicking in.

'wait her y/n/n. I'm gonna get everyone excited for their favourite player to be back.' You only half comprehended what Sam told you but waited outside until you heard Sam shouting your name. You slowly walked into the room dragging your suitcase behind you, your mood brightening when you walked into the room filled with all your teammates clapping.

'Hey guys.' Is all you say unable to say much more from tiredness and shock that you were back so much sooner than you expected. People laugh before starting to make their way towards you. Steph's the first person to pull you into a hug, whispering how proud she is of you into your ear, everyone else shortly follows saying similar stuff to Steph. Macca is one of the last people to embrace you.

'I would like to say I'm the most excited for you to be back but I'm afraid Kyra probably wins that competition.' You laugh at her before comprehending the fact that you hadn't gotten a hug yet from your best friend. 'Where is Kyra anyways?' You ask Mackenzie, she smiled at you and it was almost like a scene from a movie the way she stepped aside to reveal a tired looking Kyra standing behind her.

No words are spoken between the two of you until her arms are wrapped around you. 'I've missed you so much.' You tell her

'Missed you more.' She responds making you laugh slightly.

'Are you ready to do the plan for steph.' You ask her a cheeky grin spreading on the two of your faces as you pull away to face each other.

'never been readier.' You both laugh before alanna pulls you away from each other.

'You've only been back together for less than a minute and your already planning something.' she says sternly ruffling your hair and you both give her an innocent smile, something you always used to do when people suspected you of something. 'well go eat something, then go to sleep. you look awful y/n.' You roll your eyes scoffing.

'Wow Lani, you're kinder than I remembered.' You laugh as she shoves you away.

'Just eat kid.' In the small time you speak with Alanna you don't notice Kyra head back to the table and go back to eating without another word.

'You ok Kyra?' Mini whispers to the midfielder.

'Yeah Ky, I thought you would want to be spending every second with y/n/n, you've been waiting for her to get back for like ever. She's all you ever talk about.' Charli basically interrogates her friend who looks visibly uncomfortable causing Mini to kick the number 22, sending her a stern glare that gets her to shut up. Kyra didn't expect it to feel so awkward to be back with her best friend, but she couldn't stop thinking about her and Mini's conversation after the England game. She didn't want to ruin their friendship because of her silly emotions so for now she planned to keep quieter around y/n and try distance herself.

i will be doing a part 2 soon

[titishq]

how i imagine dating quackity would be—

him showing you off on streams, bragging to his friends and fans about how lucky he is to have you, sharing secret kisses off camera whenever he gets the chance, his hand holding yours underneath his desk.

he’ll surprise you with your favorite things on random days of the week, going all out for anniversaries and holidays. on your birthday he’ll buy your favorite candies and snacks, gifting you one of his hoodies, and maybe a trip to the movies.

meeting his friends for the first time and he knows how nervous you are, especially if your face will be on camera. his arm is protectively around your he whole time, his lips ghosting the side of your head, whispering sweet nothings into your ears to calm your nerves.

if you’re a faceless creator he’ll make sure to edit his videos and pictures to cover your face with your profile picture, blurring your face in the backgrounds of photos, buying you a mask to put on if you’re on his streams, making sure you’re as comfortable as possible.

his fans absolutely adore you, constantly editing the two of you together, making fan art of the two of you, hell even in fanfics you’re together!

if you’re apart of the qsmp, you’re lore lines up so you’re almost always together, you may even raise your eggs together. if you were in the dsmp together you canonically got married and ran for presidency together, leading you both to be apart of the main lore.

he’s one of the sweetest people ever, he’s always so flustered being around you, whenever you kiss he reacts like a teenage boy holding his crushes hand for the first time, or he’ll run off and squeal like a little kid.

his main nicknames for you are “my love” “hermosa” and “mi corazón”. his contact photo for you is the picture you hate the absolute most, most likely one of you laying in bed with your hair a mess. his lock screen is the two of you on a date, you with flowers in your hands, a wide smile on your lips while his own were pressed against your cheek.

he always posts pictures of you two on his instagram stories, dedicating an entire highlight thing just for you. he’ll make sure you’re somehow included in almost everything he posts, whether he’s simply tagging you, or writing paragraphs about how he loves you.

he’ll drag you along with him for events, you right by his side for the streamer awards, even adding you into his speech when he wins an award. the fans would go crazy if he kissed you before he went up on stage, or if after he rushed back to you, pulled you into his arms, slightly dipping you down and kissing you then— just in the most dramatic fashion ever.

overall he’s probably the best boyfriend you could ask for<3

[youaremycosmo]

《Too good to be true》 taemin x reader scenario

Taemin as the most-loving-cute-affectionate husband&dad nothing else to add enjoy!

cr. for the photos: Jjakgoongie Word count// 2,051 words Pairing// Taemin x you

Summary// Cute moments with Taemin as parents of newborn baby girl, Taerinnie. (btw Taemin would make endless jokes when you call him Tae, showing with his daughter and asking 'what?' in the same time as they both share the same syllabe in names XD)

Genre// fluff

Warnings// talking about lactation, if you don't like pregnancy/ parenthood scenarios just don't read this ^^

MASTERLIST You stirred in your sleep, absent-mindedly searching for Taemin who was supposed to lay in the bed next to you. He was usually there, that’s why you groaned under your breath and opened your eyes slightly, not feeling the familiar source of warmth next to you.

The bedding on his side was a little messy, which made you push yourself up on your hands, looking around. Light from the corridor streamed into the room through the slightly opened door, making you sure Tae hadn’t gone to the restroom.

You were so tired from getting up every two hours that you just put your head back on the pillow, with strong determination to wait until your husband come back. Then you wanted to just lock him into a bear hug and try to get some rest again. However, Taem didn't show up for a while, which forced you to finally get up from the bed.

You frowned as the light hit your eyes, sensitive from the darkness and took careful steps around the apartment. You catched a glimpse of your daughter’s room, sensing it could be the first place where Taemin went.

Taerinnie was born seven days ago, and your entire lives had been subordinated solely to her from the first moment. Your and Taem’s little sunshine needed a lot of care, which, combined with the exhaustion of pregnancy and childbirth, meant that you felt completely worn out all the time. Not to mention stress from being fledgling parents, afraid of every single thing happening around her.

Taemin, on the other hand, seemed filled with energy like never before. Smile never left his face, no matter how little he slept and how much he took over your household chores. Additionally, he never forgot to take care of you as well, praising you at least a few times a day. It seemed as if the expansion of your little family had practically given him wings, and you weren't surprised at all. As long as you could remember, for Tae there was always the right time to get married and have a baby, although seeing you didn't share his opinion, he never pressured you into anything.

You leaned carefully against the doorstep, noticing Taem sitting in your nursing chair with baby Taerin in his arms. You could only see a fragment of his profile, but clearly observe your little daughter, dressed in cute rompers and wrapped carefully in a light pink blanket. Her eyes, huge and dark, stared constantly at Taemin, and her adorable cheeks moved continuously as she sucked on the pacifier.

- Everything’s fine now, right? - a loving and warm voice broke the silence. - Did you just need a hug? It's okay, mommy and daddy will cuddle you as much as you want - he purred, rocking her delicately.

You smiled tenderly at the sight. There were times where you could see him taking care of children and how well he did it. But when it came to Taerin, he was simply the best dad you could imagine. Tae seemed to have infinite patience and enormous amounts of love, pouring it on his long-awaited daughter at every possible moment.

- We can't wake up mom every time, okay? - his fingertip touched her cute, tiny nose. - Mommy is very tired because she's feeding you and needs some sleep... But daddy can also take care of many things - Taemin’s voice sounded utterly satisfied. - You and I are a good team too - he chuckled softly to himself. You could see his cheeks lift into a smile as he stroked her little face gently, like a porcelain doll’s.

Taerinnie's eyes were becoming heavier and heavier each second, opening with difficulty, but she still listened calmly to what her dad had to tell her.

- How on earth did I deserve an angel like you, hmm? - Tae whispered pensively - I always thought that being with your mommy was like a dream come true, then I couldn't believe that mommy married me, and now… there’s you… I always knew you would be the most beautiful baby in the world, after all, you got it from y/n... She was so pretty when I fell in love with her, but why does she seem more gorgeous every day? - he titled his head a bit.

You felt as your cheeks flushed, and suddenly you felt shy standing there and listening to all of it. Taemin was always full of love, as if it was the first year of your relationship.

- You are like my two princesses... And I’m the one who loves you to death -Taem chuckled under his breath - Do you feel like sleeping already? - he asked, probably noticing how Taerinnie's eyelids finally drooped and her face became completely calm and carefree.

- Sleep well, you have to grow a lot - he pressed his lips on her forehead, observing her tiny body for a longer moment.

You moved away from the door, seeing him rise to put Taerinnie in her cradle. He made sure everything was fine, then turned off the light, carefully leaving the room.

- Oh, are you awake? - he asked, noticing you, obviously surprised.

- I woke up because you weren't in bed - you admitted cutely, walking up to Tae and just cuddling into him tightly.

- Taerinnie cried again - he explained himself and smiled fondly at your gesture, his arms embracing you strongly. - I decided not to wake you up because she didn't need to be fed... And we somehow managed to calm down on our own - Taemin said with satisfaction in his voice, and you glanced at him with a wide smile.

However, your eyes immediately went to the ends of his long hair that curled outwards. You reached for them carefully. - Taeminnie, your wings seem to be showing again - you muttered, teasing him a bit.

- Ah, come on -  he rolled his eyes with pink shade coming to his cheeks. He reached his hands to your thighs and lifted you up. - This baby needs to sleep too - he purred lovingly, carrying you to the bed.

You let him make you comfortable on the pillow and cover you thoroughly with the duvet before he laid down next to you. His arms pulled you completely to him, leaving little space, and you could feel his warm breath near your ear.

Before closing your eyes, you tried to adjust your nursing bra a little, annoyed at having to wear it all the time. You couldn’t help but sighed loudly when you saw a small wet spot on your t-shirt. Actually, it was his piece of pajamas as you loved wearing it to sleep.

- I can't deal with this, really - you mumbled under your breath. You rolled up the fabric and struggled to correct the pads, which allowed you to forget, at least for a moment, about the way your breasts leaked milk at the slightest touch. Your body changes were quite hard for you to accept, maybe because Taemin seemed to be doing better than ever and despite passing years, he was still so handsome and hot.

- I need to change - you decided, trying to get up, but his hands didn’t let you do it, keeping you in place.

- Stay, don’t mind it - Taem asked in a low voice, his thumbs rubbing your side soothingly. - You'll still be getting up to feed Taerin - he added, and the tone of his voice suddenly became more worried. - Is it still the same?

- I think as long as I continue to breastfeed, it’ll look like this - you grumbled, clearly uneasy. - It's just... instead of a wife, you're hugging a cow at this moment - you tried to joke, chuckling hesitantly.

Taemin, however, wasn’t amused. - Don't talk about yourself like that - he chastened you in a serious tone. - You are still the most beautiful woman in the world. The most charming person I know. The sexiest one too - his hand slid slowly to your hip, which had been noticeably more rounder for several months now. - It's just… you smell… sweeter - he murmured affectionately, snuggling closer to you.

You gave him a side glance. - You're weird, you know that? - you cracked up at this unusual compliment. 

Taem raised his head from the pillow, obviously outraged. - I'm just stating a fact, it's not weird - he hissed, lying down again immediately. 

- Like asking if you can try my breast milk, not weird at all - you teased him, closing your eyes. 

- Making sure Taerinnie likes it isn't weird either - Tae replied with confidence, but you could hear a slight laugh in his voice.

A comfortable silence fell between you as you tried to rest, knowing in the back of your mind that you’ll be woken up by crying again in an hour or two.

- I'm sorry -  his thoughtful whisper echoed in your ear, making you gently open your eyes. - I know... it's difficult for you and... well, I was the one who wanted to have a baby of the two of us, and the reality is you're the one who has to deal with everything...

- It was our mutual decision - you interrupted him, speaking without doubt. - You just wanted it earlier, but that doesn't mean you wanted to have a baby more than I did.

- Well, yes... - he sounded inconsolable. - But... I guess… I didn't really know what it would look like... I see how tired you are. I wish I could take at least half of this stuff from you, but I can't…- the tip of his nose rubbed your cheek. 

You decided to pull away slightly to look at him. - You actually do a lot of things to help me - you assured, looking into his concerned eyes. - And I'm grateful, really grateful, because I have your greatest support - you reached your hand to his cheek, stroking it tenderly.

- But... you're so damn tired  - he stated the obvious, biting his upper lip gently.

You smiled fondly and closed the space between yours and Tae’s lips, pecking them sweetly. Currently, you didn't even have the strength to kiss each other more passionately, so your affection was limited only to hugging and rather innocent kisses.

- I'm so damn tired, and I love you both so damn much - you admitted with amusement.

- Hey, how could you say something like that to Taerinnie…? - he groaned indignantly. - What example are you going to give if you swear like that?

You rolled your eyes, taking a deep breath. - Okay, then I love you so damn much, and my love for Taerinnie is immeasurable - you muttered, annoyed by his comment. - Better?

- Better - Taem replied, satisfied with this answer.

- You actually have one task, one thing - you pointed your finger at him.

- What is this? - he stared at you with curious eyes. 

- Just try to look for a younger girl without stretch marks and breasts that don't leak milk all the time, I'll strangle you - you threatened him, and Taemin bursted out into laugh.

- Ah, what are you talking about? - he whined loudly. - They're beautiful... just... - he tried to wrap his hand around them gently, but you hit it.

- No touching - you reminded him.

- No touching - he repeated with a mischievous smile, pecking your cheek.- I… just…  kind of look forward to having them back…

You rubbed your eyelids with your fingers, trying not to laugh.

- Not only are you an idiot, you're also perverted - you commented, glancing at him again.

- Pff, if I weren't perverted, you wouldn't have such a little cute daughter  - he kissed the side of your head a few times and corrected himself on the pillow. - I love you…- he murmured, making sure it came out as loveable as it could.

- I love you too - you answered tiredly, slowly falling asleep in the safest embrace of this world.

[yustea]

I’m so obsessed with camboy!Felix and that you stumble on his stream and he somehow ends up fucking you (maybe your his neighbor or something) or the reverse that you’re a camgirl yk?

OMG YES I SEE IT

For me if he got walked in on/walked in on you in the act I feel like it could go two ways; super soft shy bby OR (if he was walked in on) super soft, loving dom 🤭

Like imagine you come home to hearing deep soft murmurs coming from your shared bedroom and you sneak a peek behind the open door; seeing him bare chest, his large hands snaking down his abs and teasingly tugging at the strings of his grey sweat pants. But when he looks up and see her peeking your head in?? 🤭🤭

BABY WOULD BE SOOO FLUSTERED, ESPECIALLY IF YALL JUST STARTED DATING/HE HASN’T TOLD YOU ABT THIS YET

He’d start getting all flustered and stutter, completely freezing and not knowing what to do.

He’d also start profusely mumbling apologies and try to turn the camera off (but bro would fumble it so hard cause his hands would be shaking)

But if you start doing a strip tease behind the camera?

And you seductively stroll towards him?

Using that Dom fem energy that so easily short circuits his brain?? And makes him such a good little boy to play with?? 🤭🤭

His ears would def go so red it’d hurt but you didn’t hear that from me

He would utterly just submit to you and let you do as you please, leading for you to take your sweet time with him as you praise his sculpted body and how he is such a good little baby boy for you 🫠

(I think this would also apply if Felix accidentally walked in on YOU doing a cam show - poor baby would feel so guilty invading your space :(( But if you asked him to join and be a good boy?? Hands down he would be at your beck and call 🤭🤭)

HOWEVER.

Soft Dom Felix?? 🤭🤭

This is where I picture him being more comfortable with you and he’s told you abt what he does and he trusts that you won’t judge.

As soon as he hears the door creak open, he’s already looking at you with that sweet, flirtatious gaze and shamelessly grazing his gaze down your beautiful body 🤭🤭

DEF A LAZY SMIRK ON HIS FACE

He’ll continue performing for the camera; his hand trailing into his pants and teasingly grips his cock and letting out a low groan/whimper.

HE’D DEF COO AT YOU IN THAT SWEET VOICE SAYING SHIT LIKE “nawww is baby needy?” “Do they need someone to help them?” “Cmon come here and lets give our audience a real show” 🫠

He’d make you face the camera (always checking if you were okay with sharing your beautiful body with the viewers 🫠🫠) and would praise you constantly and just be soooo gentle 🫠🫠

(I don’t really see him as much as a condescending Dom but if you had kinks that he knew abt?? HE’D DEF USE THEM TO HIS ADVANTAGE)

He’d be kissing and nipping all over your neck whilst fingering you, taking his sweet time as he slowly made you fall apart while you watched 🫠

DEF WOULD MAKE YOU READ OUT THE COMMENTS AS HE’S FUCKING YOU IN REVERSE COWGIRL

“Hmm what did you say love?”

“*username* said ‘p-poor b-baby ca-n’t h-handle mu-ch m-more, t-they’re g-gonna c-come u-undone s-soon”

“Naaww you think so? My sweet little baby is gonna cum are they?”

KASHKSHAKAWJIDHDKWHEKAHSKX 🫠🫠🫠

(I’m starting to get a bit to infatuated with this but LEMME KNOW IF I SHOULD MAKE THIS INTO A FIC)

BYEYEYE I LOVE YOU ALL HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT 😚😚

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Separation anxiety

Synopsis: Harry and readers son has always been attached to Harry and always being anxious when he’s not around but one evening the anxiety flies through the roof and Harry’s immediately there to comfort his son. Most things don’t work but Harry has the perfect remedy up his sleeve…

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

Pairings: daddy! Harry x reader

“Ethan go to sleep,” you called up the stairs hearing your five year old son shouting for you. “But mummy!” “Ethan go to sleep.” “Can I tell you something mummy?!” A soft sigh left your lips and you closed your eyes “go to sleep Ethan otherwise I’ll come up there and put bedtime music on instead!” Harry soon called, backing you up and instantly making the boy fall silent. It was always difficult to put him to sleep, especially at 7 pm, he just didn’t like going to sleep, always and constantly making up reasons as to why he can stay awake. But you and your husband Harry have to always be firm with him. It takes its time but it works.

Harry exhaled beside you, running his fingers through his hair before he looked at you “anything we doing tomorrow?” He asked, voice slightly husky from how tired he was his hair a beautiful mess and his green eyes darker than usual yet still filled with nothing but the utmost love. “Don’t think so,” you shook your head slightly before Harry jumped up dropping his phone onto the couch allowing you to get a look at his phone which was on the ring camera showing the delivery driver waiting outside. You had both had hectic days and most definitely didn’t feel like making dinner. Harry quickly rushed to the door pulling the door open and smiling at the man “thank you so much,” he took the food from him, the keys jingling in the door quite loudly sending pure anxiousness through poor little Ethan

“Daddy!!” The boy yelled at the top of his lungs “daddy don’t leave me!” You felt your heart sink into the pit of your stomach, Ethan always had anxiety about you or Harry leaving him… it was horrible.. him believing that you’d up and leave him to fend for himself. No way. It broke your heart that his vivid imagination was capable of creating such venomous thoughts.

Harry quickly dropped the food onto the kitchen counter before running up the stairs hurriedly and rushing into Ethan’s room, finding the boy stood up tears streaming down his cheeks his chest heaving “hey… hey… oh,” Harry’s muscular arms quickly wrapped around the small boy, lifting him up into his embrace, the boy beginning to sob into Harry’s neck fisting his T-shirt in his hands as the child wailed,

“I thought you were going to leave me daddy! I-I thought- I- I would never see you again!” Harry rubbed up and down Ethan’s back slowly and gently rocking him back and forth in his embrace “shhh… I’m still here.. I’m right here… I’m never gonna leave you. I couldn’t leave you. I love you too much.” Harry continued rocking him back and forth in a soothing manner, pressing little kisses to the top of his head the boys crying soon dying down as he became calmer and calmer.

“I love you daddy” he whispered out quietly “I love you too, bud… love you to the moon and back in fact,” he spoke softly chin resting atop of his head “don’t leave me daddy… I scared…” he whispered and Harry hushed him softly “I’m not gonna let you go. Okay? I’m here.” His hand continuously rubbed up and down his back slowly and gently over and over again, his fingertips massaging into the boys spine and Harry heard his sons breathing grow deeper proving he was starting to relax and so that’s when Harry decided to send his son completely into dream land, a peaceful dreamland…

“You want me to sing for you?” He soon asked quietly, receiving a little ‘mm-mm’ in return and he smiled softly before pressing a kiss to his forehead,

“Sweet creature

Had another talk about where it's going wrong

But we're still young

We don't know where we're going

But we know where we belong

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

It's hard when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

Sweet creature

We're running through the garden

Oh, where nothing bothered us

But we're still young

I always think about you and how we don't speak enough

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

I know, it's hard when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

I know when we started

Just two hearts in one home

It gets harder when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

You'll bring me home”

Soon after those lyrics came to an end Harry continued humming them over and over again until feeling the boy go limp in his embrace and he smiled softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead before carefully lowering him into his bed, covering him with his blankets and placing a teddy in his embrace “love you buddy. Sleep well.” He paused for a moment or two to make sure he would remain asleep before he silently left the room before hurrying downstairs to where you were, you had already set up dinner and as soon as Harry appeared around the corner you smiled wrapping your arms around him instantly and pressing a kiss to his lips “I guess we know he loves your singing just as much as me hm…” a soft giggle left your lips and Harry smirked pressing a kiss to your forehead “I guess so. But it makes sense… mother like son hm?” He smiled giving you a squeeze “I love you.” He muttered gently “love you too.” You rested your head against his chest listening to his heartbeat, your heart was his and you knew your sons heart was Harry’s too… Harry was not only your comfort person but Ethan’s as well… you both needed him as much as each other… but Harry needed you just as much… he may be your everything but you’re his everything as well.

[tohwitchesduels]

REQUEST BATTLES OF WITCHES DUELS - Battle 44: Emira Blight vs Hunter Deamonne

Disclaimer: This is not a popularity contest or which character you prefer, in this tournament, you decide who is stronger/better/smarter/etc. opponent.

information for both opponents under the cut to those who don't know what they can do in their battle:

Emira Blight:

Emira naturally specializes in Healing and Illusion magic, hardly showing spells that go beyond those.

One must remember that Emira can be smart, clever, and mischievous but also level-headed. She prefers to outsmart and outwit her opponents during the battle can be pretty sneaky and has good reflexes.

Canonically Emira and Hunter met only once with Emira saying Hunter looked sickly while looking both distrusting and concerned. At least to say it was not a good first impression. With headcanons, you can perceive Emira's relationship with Hunter, however. You could say she's either extra caring as either a love interest or step-sister depending on your headcanons; you could say Emira doesn't really like Hunter that much, or that she just doesn't take Hunter seriously unless his time as GG is brought up.

While it is confirmed that Emira possesses a palisman (either moth or butterfly, it was never specified) since we never saw it in the show and we have no idea how proficient Emira is with it, I shall not include this in the tournament, and anyone who fights her will also not have their palismen to even the chances.

Telekinesis - Emira can move objects with ease using it, granted the objects usually were small and not the size and weight of the person so she can use them directly on her opponent, but she can pick up random stuff from the arena to use them as projectiles and be decently quick with them (the only instance I recall of Emira using telekinesis is her swapping the books constantly in her debut)

Snow Magic - Emira showed capacity in snow magic, creating a snow hand to attack Amity. I can also imagine her creating simple blasts of snow during combat or as a distraction. Or even a snowball stream or snow arm to attack.

Healing Magic - Emira knows a healing spell that allows her to heal wounds. For this tournament, I will enable Emira to be able to heal her own wounds even though she never demonstrated to be capable of using said magic on herself in the show. Emira's healing spells however take a lot of time and concentration for the time being so while she can heal herself, she would need a minute or two for that with no interruptions when it comes to serious injuries. However, she can quickly heal minor ones.

Restraining Magic - Emira is capable of creating a lasso made out of light that can be used to restrain her enemies. She attempted it with Slitherbeast granted at the time she also had Edric's help and Slitherbeast proved to be too strong for her, so it's hard to tell whether or not Emira's restraining spell is overall very effective, as it certainly isn't if her opponent is particularly large and strong.

Glamour - Emira is capable of altering her appearance with her illusion magic. She usually uses concealment stones for passive altering of her appearance which is usually used to enhance Emira's looks (like braiding her hair or removing zits) but Emira showcased in illusion class to be able to alter her appearance by herself, extending her legs ridiculously. Thus this power is upgraded for Emira to be capable of somewhat shape-shifting into extending her limbs however she likes.

Illusion Cancel - Emira is capable of temporarily canceling out illusions of other spell-casters. She demonstrated it in LR, granted she had the help of Edric and the Illusion teacher to properly do it, though justified since it was Gus's illusion. This means that while Emira can cast out illusions of other users, the better illusionists that outclass her may be resistant to this (like Gus for example who is a prodigy)

Illusion Casting - Emira naturally knows illusion magic and creates whatever illusion she likes. Her illusions can interact and affect the real world and be touched and she can create multiple at a time. Usually, it will extend to an object or imaginary living being. However, her illusions can be fragile and enough force can cast them out.

Illusion Clone - Emira is capable of creating a clone of anyone she desires, granted it's usually one clone at a time as proven in EGF when she created a clone of Eda. The clone could potentially mimic the abilities of the people they took shape from but it's more than often just an illusion. They could also take upon the personality of anyone they were cloned from.

Camouflage - Now I'm not sure whether or not Emira can cast it on her own or if it requires a team effort, but in LR once Bump made a stand against the EC, all the other students would appear after the illusion of camouflage was dispelled, so I'll allow all illusion casters that were part of this to be capable to at least hide out of sight temporarily, so Emira now can use this ability to stay hidden for short time during the battle.

Link to more of Emira's capabilities here

Hunter The Golden Guard:

I will only mention moves by names rather than delve into specifics as they're too large for that. In the name (with a few exceptions for the sake of clarification for some), there's a link to more of Hunter's capabilities.

Hunter "Insert your preferred surname/s for him", also known as a former and the youngest Golden Guard in history, head of the Emperor's Coven, Emperor Belos's right-hand man. One must know that unlike other contestants (aside from Luz) he's not constricted to specific covens and tracks since as a former leader of the coven that allows all kinds of magic, Hunter will have expertise in all types of coven magic as well, and he's also very dedicated to studying wild magic.

Hunter canonically has no opinions on Emira so headcanon away how he approaches his battle with her. Of course, he's aiming to win but you can decide whether or not he struggles a lot or if he's fine with beating her up.

Hunter himself was also known as a genius teen prodigy and is undeniably a child soldier who was raised by both hell and the library to get to the very top. While he was born magicless, it did not stop him from earning his title as the right-hand man of the most powerful witch of the Boiling Isles. Hunter spends days and nights both training and learning everything about magic both as a duty and as fun. He's incredibly knowledgeable regarding all kinds of magic, meaning it's hard to actually surprise him with anything. And since he's a child soldier raised in a magical military with no magic by himself, Hunter had to survive hell even worse than some of the adults that also were part of this coven went through, and he survived it all. Hunter has already been to countless witches' duels beforehand, he made it several times through a maze full of traps, and judging by how he calls getting from the top to the bottom of the mountain alive "a classic", this might as well suggest that this Hunter's version of "summer camp", as he did that numerous times and he considers it "fond memories". Hunter without a doubt has the most experience among all participants when it comes to battling, because you know Belos never gave him a break or easy time and for Hunter to be where he is today is all thanks to his own strength, intelligence, and resilience.

Hunter certainly has one of the strongest wills among all characters in TOH, as despite going through a ridiculous amount of pain, he is capable of brushing it off and pushing forward, with his only weakness being Belos. Hunter's willpower was even able to withstand Gus's trauma bubble which specifically puts you through your worst memories and even renders you useless, but Hunter resisted its effect and calmed Gus down instead, despite his pain being very fresh and severe and Hunter in fact not being ok with it, but Hunter keeps on going anyway. One must know it's very hard to break him, trust Belos, he tried but didn't succeed. Hunter even managed to resist Belos's possession for some time, which is a lot considering Belos was his abuser and had power over him metaphorically and physically in that moment.

Hunter displayed throughout the series to have some great athletic skills and agility, being able to keep up pace with running Luz without breaking a sweat while proving he has experience in parkour and acrobatics as seen in him flying on staff. Certainly, he can use his skills to evade incoming attacks with his reflexes while keeping up with his opponents and close distance between him and his enemies. He also has plenty of brute strength at his disposal as well, considering he managed to shatter falling debris by just swinging his staff in one hand.

Hand-To-Hand Combat - Hunter has proven to be efficient in hand-to-hand combat throughout the series. While Hunter overall plays more on defense as a protector rather than offense, he is not afraid to throw a punch. This post goes more in-depth about Hunter's proficiency in staff-wielding, but I will explain some of it here too. Hunter as a trained soldier and experienced martial artist has his body be his weapon. He knows how the body works and has great control over it. He defeated both Luz and Eda in his debut with a quick kick while evading their attack, straight-up toyed with Kikimora and had to be put to sleep to be restrained by coven scouts as he was still fighting and kicking. This also gives him a huge advantage against other competitors who are used to fighting across distance, whereas Hunter fights at a close range.

Back in EC Hunter learned how to be smart, resourceful, and strong, and as I've mentioned before multiple times, he's a child soldier. His opponents usually underestimate him, but he's not the one to be crossed. His victories compromise of defeating Eda and Luz on 2v1 in his debut; immediately defeating Luz in HP once he's recovered; defeating Kikimora in HP; and Tying with Amity in EL after being physically and mentally exhausted, in 2v1 with King (who was rather defeated by Hunter in this duel), while wielding a completely new staff and restraining himself to not kill her but just getting the key; winning flyer derby game on his first try; catching Darius off-guard (which is a feat with Darius's great reflexes); making a strong glyph combo on his very first try; resisting Gus's trauma bubble; kicking ass during Hexside against EC battle; he was defeated twice by coven scouts, which while fair, was also due to his poor condition and the second time he had to be put to sleep to be restrained; handling abomatons and scouts with rest of the Hexsquad during S2 finale; standing his ground and protecting Hexsquad from Belos while being severely weakened in KT; breaking through Willow's vines in FtF with his freshly awakened powers.

Hunter now is sub-merged with Flapjack meaning he does not require staff anymore to cast spells as magic now comes from within. What's more, I allow Hunter to also levitate/fly without the help of any staff. This is more of a fanon ability, but it's supposed to connect him to having the powers of a palisman (but no, he can't turn into a staff, nor is wooden) and abilities of a palisman are usually just enhanced abilities of the holder, meaning flight is in capacity of any witch, but all of them utilise staff since flight on its own is probably hard spell to pull off, but Hunter should do just fine for the sake of this tournament.

Palismen are not allowed during this battle

Flash Step

Comet Charge

Resistance Spell

Block Spell

Underground Escape

Tool Creation

Tying Spell

Battle Armor

Laser Bolt

Lightning Strike

Barrier Spell - not demonstrated in the show itself but in storyboards of Yasmin Khudari, in which Hunter could create a force field to shield Willow from falling debris. In the final product, he just used his own brute strength and staff to protect Willow rather than magic, but I will allow this spell meaning HUnter can create barriers that can withstand heavy hits and create them anywhere he desires.

Flesh-Eating Plant - - this is more of a speculation rather than a confirmed fact, but I rewatched ST, and Luz and Eda weren't originally standing in the flesh-eating plant until GG showed up, so I decided to be funny and say he actually made this plant himself to taunt them, especially since he also knew what it does (which also shows his expertise in plants among many things). Hunter in battles can utilise flesh-eating plants to set traps across the battlefield to both harm and distract his opponents.

Telekinesis

Sand Blast

Sand Construct

Rock Fist

Earth Magic

Water Magic

Aqua Jet

Water Hand

Wall Of Vine And Ice

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[ladyaaliy]

Echoes of a Lost Light

Pairing: Light Yagami x reader ]

Summary: In a world where trust has become a fragile illusion, y/n finds herself at a cliff’s edge, grappling with the painful truth of who Light has become. As she confronts the remnants of their past connection, she must navigate the darkness that now surrounds him, even as she struggles to let go of the feelings that linger in her heart.

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“How fragile are the bonds we weave, only to watch them unravel?”

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The wind whipped around you as you sat at the edge of the cliff, staring out at the vast emptiness ahead. Tears streamed down your face, no matter how hard you tried to stop them. You told yourself not to cry anymore, not to show that kind of vulnerability. But you were so tired. Tired of everyone leaving. Tired of not being able to rely on anyone, of constantly being disappointed. You had always believed you could count on certain people, only to be left alone in the end.

And now, it was Light.

The person you thought you could lean on — the person you had even started to fall for — wasn’t the same anymore. He had changed, maybe more than you could have ever imagined. Kira had consumed him. It was like the Light you once knew was lost, buried somewhere deep, unreachable. You had known for a while now. You knew who he was. But you hadn’t told him. You didn’t need to. Light was too smart for that. He could see it in the way you looked at him now — in the way your once-soft gaze had hardened with quiet understanding.

But tonight, sitting here alone with your tears, it wasn’t just Light. It was everything. Every person you had ever trusted, every relationship that had slowly shattered when you needed it the most. And now, here you were, on the edge again, feeling like you were about to break.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the footsteps until something crunched underfoot behind you. You quickly wiped your tears with the sleeve of your shirt, trying to pull yourself together, only to hear that familiar voice.

“[Y/N],” Light’s voice cut through the stillness. He sounded calm, but there was something behind it, something sharp. “What are you doing here?”

You stiffened, your breath catching as you turned slowly. He stood there, hands in his pockets, his face unreadable, just like always. His presence was overwhelming, like it always had been. But now, instead of comfort, it filled you with dread. You had spent so long trying to avoid this moment, avoiding him, but here he was.

“You’ve been crying,” he stated, stepping closer, his gaze unwavering.

You swallowed hard and shook your head, forcing a smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “I’m fine,” you whispered. “It’s nothing.”

Light didn’t buy it. He never did. He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as if he was calculating something. “You’re lying to me.”

You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill again. “I’m just… tired,” you admitted quietly. “I’m tired of everything. Of people leaving, disappointing me. I’m tired of depending on anyone.”

Light’s expression didn’t change, though his eyes softened for just a moment. “[Y/N],” he said again, and this time, it felt different. Almost like the way he used to say your name, before everything changed. Before Kira.

But you couldn’t look at him anymore. Not when you knew the truth. Not when the person standing in front of you was no longer the Light you once trusted.

“I don’t even recognize you anymore,” you whispered, your voice shaking. “I don’t recognize who you’ve become.”

Light’s jaw clenched, and he took another step forward. “People change,” he said softly, his voice low. “You should know that.”

You closed your eyes, letting out a shaky breath. “Not like this.”

There was silence for a moment. Then, you felt his fingers gently brush against your cheek, wiping away a tear that had fallen. The touch was so soft, so familiar, and yet it felt wrong.

“I’ve always been this way,” he said quietly, his voice closer now. “You just didn’t want to see it.”

Your heart clenched, and you opened your eyes, meeting his intense gaze. “I used to think… I thought we could be something.” Your voice trembled, and you hated how weak it sounded. “But now, I know it’s too late.”

He didn’t say anything, just watched you. But then something shifted. His eyes softened, and his lips curved into a small smile. “[Y/N],” he murmured, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Sweetheart… don’t cry.”

The use of the pet name caught you off guard. He had never called you that before — not in a serious way, at least. It made your heart ache, like he was playing with a part of you that was already too broken. But the smile that followed wasn’t Light. It was Kira. Cold, calculated Kira.

“Don’t cry over something that isn’t worth your tears,” he continued, stepping closer, his hand still resting gently on your cheek. “You don’t need anyone. Not me. Not anyone else. You’re stronger than that.”

The softness in his tone made it even harder to breathe. It felt like a lie, even though you knew he was speaking the truth. His kind words felt empty because you knew who he really was now. You knew what he was capable of.

But the worst part was that you wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe that somehow, the Light you used to care about was still there, hidden somewhere underneath the cold exterior. But you couldn’t. Not anymore.

“I’m not strong, Light,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I’m tired. I’m tired of pretending everything’s fine. I’m tired of everyone leaving, of being let down.”

His smile faded slightly, and his eyes darkened. “People will always leave,” he said, his voice low. “That’s the way the world works. You can’t rely on anyone but yourself.”

You looked away, fresh tears slipping down your face. “Even you,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him.

Light’s fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. His gaze was intense, almost too much to bear. “You don’t have to let go,” he whispered, his voice softer now. “You don’t have to give up on everything, baby.”

The word “baby” rolled off his tongue so smoothly, but it felt wrong. Like he was trying to comfort you, trying to pull you back to him, but with the same coldness in his eyes. The same manipulation. You felt yourself breaking all over again.

You closed your eyes, pulling your face away from his hand. “I already have,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I’ve let go of who you used to be. And now, I have to let go of this.”

For the first time, Light didn’t have a response. His hand dropped to his side, his expression unreadable. And for a brief moment, you thought you saw something flicker in his eyes — regret, maybe, or something deeper. But whatever it was, it was gone in an instant, replaced by the cold, calculating Kira.

“You’re right,” he said finally, his voice flat. “It’s too late.”

With those words, everything between you seemed to crumble. The connection you once had, the feelings you tried to ignore — it all disappeared in that moment, swallowed by the reality of who he had become.

Without another word, you turned away from him, walking toward the cliff’s edge. You didn’t look back. You couldn’t. Because you knew the person standing behind you wasn’t the Light you had once known. He was someone else now.

Someone you could never trust again.

And it was time to let go.

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NOTES :

Hey y’all, not to much on this, I tried my best to keep Lights character as realistic and canon as possible 😭🙏🏽

but how we feeling boy this ?

( first posttttt)

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Psalm 34:18 (NIV): “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”

[evansbby]

I can imagine Steve trying to humiliate the reader, while also introducing her to his newest kink. Like he doesn’t want to make it so obvious at first when he hands you drinks constantly throughout a party.

When you start to squirm in his lap he presses a hand right on your bladder. You ask for permission to use the restroom and he says “go head” but doesn’t let you go.

Instead he applies more pressure against your bladder. He doesn’t care who sees you. Hell, he doesn’t care if the host of the party catches you in the act. He never liked Brock Rumlow anyways and only showed up for some free beer.

When you begin to squirm he holds you close. He whispers in your ear, “Just relax” and you quite literally do. Crying in relief as you muffle your face into his shoulder. A stream trickles down your skirt and onto his thigh makes his cock twitch. He bounced you on his lap a few times, pressing his palm down every few seconds just to get it all out.

Of course all of his friends witness this happening. Bucky decides to take notes.

Wait… why is this so hot 🥵🥵🥵

I deffo think this could happen but I don’t think any of his friends would see! It would be in a dark secluded corner at a party where Steve is feeling extra depraved and decides he has a piss kink and wants to try it out then and there. “Here’s a punch baby, don’t worry it’s a baby drink—no alcohol.” “Here, have another one.” “One more, baby. For daddy.” And he just keeps giving her drinks and then he holds her in place and she’s begging and begging to go to the bathroom and Steve’s just like, “Go. I’m not stopping you. Do it.” With this smug glint in his eye and then after trying to hold it in… she just can’t bc as you said, Steve is pressing down on her tummy and then she’s mortified as she can’t help but have an accident 😭😭😭 And Steve is so smug like, “you’re such a little baby, aren’t you? Making a mess all over daddy in front of everyone” and omega is mortified like, “please please please can I just go home? 💔😢🥺”

Idk if this would be canon bajsjsksks but it’s a hot thot!!!

[crushculture03]

6 Months Later

Summary : You and matty broke up 6 months ago, one day while you’re out he stops you, only to find out the secret you hid from him.

Matty Healy x Afab!reader

Warnings : Mentions of drug use and drugs, Rehab mention, pregnancy

Word count : 1.4k

“Baby please just listen” matty pleaded as he grabbed your hand, preventing you from leaving the room. You turned towards him, tears flowling from your eyes, “What Matty? What could you possibly have to say?” you responded, as you rip you hand away from him.

You didn’t think this was how you guys would end, truthfully you didn’t think you’d end at all, you thought you were enough for him, but in the end the drugs meant more to him then you ever did. “Y/n listen please don’t go” he pleaded, following you down the hallway as you made your way to the front door. “Matty” you said, turning to face him one last time, you scanned his face seeing the tell tale sign of drug use, his eyes were sunken in and there were dark bags under them, letting you know he hadn’t slept in days.

“Matty I love you more than anything and I was hoping it would never have to come to this, but you choose the high over me Healy and i can’t keep worrying that I’m going to wake up to a call from the police telling me they found you dead from an overdose in some gas station bathroom” you said, “Please” he whimpered, tears slowly rolling down his rosy cheeks. “I’m sorry matty” you said, your heart breaking from having to say those words. “If you get clean call me and we’ll talk but until then, just please take care of yourself please” you beg, and slowly lean up and place a kiss on his wet cheek before opening the door and stepping out into the cool fall air.

“Looks like it’s just you and me baby” you whisper to yourself once out of earshot from matty. Tears stream faster down your face as you place your hand on your stomach, and imagine the future with you and mattys baby.

6 months later…

It had been 6 months since that night, you haven’t stopped thinking about it, you constantly played the events over and over in your head. You remember how happy you were to tell matty that you were pregnant, but once you walked into his place and found him with white powder on his nose, your heart dropped, and when you told him to choose you or the drugs and he said nothing, you knew he had made his decision.

Every day the decision to not tell him about the baby haunted you, the guilt would eat you up everyday, but you knew it was the best thing to do, you wouldn’t let your child grow up in an environment where their father was on drugs.

Eventually, you had heard from george saying that about 3 months ago matty had gone off to rehab in Barbados, your heart swelled at this news, hoping that maybe when he got out and was clean you all could be a family. And when you heard he got out a month ago, you waited by your phone everyday hoping maybe today would be the day he’ll call, but he never did and you accepted the reality that it was just you and your baby.

You had decided to go mall today, hoping to find some baby clothes for your daughter and some maternity clothes for yourself, because as of now all that fit was mattys old shirts and one pair of leggings you had bought when you first started showing.

As you were perusing down the aisle in Macy’s, your hand was placed on your stomach in a protective fashion; something you found yourself doing ever since you found out you were pregnant, you saw what looked to be a familiar head of curls.

You quickly brushed it off as just pregnancy brain and went back to looking at the onesie packs that were on display. “Y/n?” an all too familiar voice said from behind you, your heart skipped a beat, you knew that voice, it was the one you had been waiting to hear again for 6 months. You slowly turn around “Matty” you whispered, your heart almost beating out of your chest. You saw his eyes study your face before slowly lower down your body and landing on your bump, his eyes went wide at the realiztion.

“You-you’re pregnant?” he asked, walking closer to her. “Glad you have working eyes” the hormones and emotions of the situation getting to you, causing you to snap at him. “How far along are you?” he asked, brushing off your comment, “About six months” you whisper. It takes matty a minute to calculate everything in his head, but when he does he looks back up at you

“Wait 6-6 months? y/n is-” he said,, but before he could finish you cut him of “yes matthew it’s yours” you said , instantly feeling a wave of relief wash over you for second. But then the guilt came back as you saw his face, “why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, “Because the night I was going to tell you, I found you all coked up and about to pass out” you said.

“Is there a place we can go that is more private?” he asked, you nodded your head “we can go back to my place if you want” you suggested. “Ok, same address right?” he said, you nodded your head ‘yes’ in response and the two of you made it out of Macys and head back to your place.

“Tea?” you offered as you put the kettle on the stove, “Sure” he said as he hesitantly sat down on the couch. After a few minutes you came to the living room with two mugs, handing one to him before sitting down. You both sat in silence, just trying to gather your thoughts together, “Look Y/n, I’m so sorry for what happened that night, and everything i put you through” he apologized.

“I’m just happy you’re still alive Matty” you said, he looked up at you and smiled “I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner, I relapsed my first week out and felt so ashamed of it, but as of today I’m 3 weeks sober” he said. “Oh matty” you whispered, gently placing your mug down and pulling him into a hug. “I hope you’ll be able to forgive me y/n, because If you’ll have me I’d really want to be in our babys life” he whispered, hesitantly pulling away from the hug to see you reaction.

“Matty you don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that, I almost picked up the phone and called you millions of times, but I wanted you to get clean for no one else but yourself, i’m so incredibly sorry for not telling you about her sooner” you said, looking down at your hands, ashamed. He gently nudged your chin up so you were face to face again, “ I don’t blame you darling, you were just trying to do what was best” he whispered, and pulled you back into a hug.

“Wait did you say her?” he said, you chuckled “yeah, we’re having a little baby girl” you whispered in his ear. He pulled away, a big smile painting his face as his quickly pulled you in for a kiss, it caught you off guard at first but you would be lying if you said you haven’t dreamt about this exact moment. “Oh shit sorry, I-” matty pulled away, “Healy relax” you giggled and pulled him in for another kiss.

“We’re having a baby!” he cheered, making you giggle. Suddenly you felt the familiar jolt of a kick, “Matty feel” you said, grabbing his hand and placing it on your stomach, again you felt your daughter kick. “Do you know daddys voice” you cooed, matty looked up at you shocked, “I play and sing your music to her, in hope one day we’d have this moment” you smile. “This is insane” he says, his hand never leaving your stomach, “She only kicks when I play your music, think she might be a daddys girl already” you joke, which causes matty to laugh and pull you in for another kiss. “I’m never going anywhere again y/n , i’m here for everything for you and for her” he said, your heart melted when he said that. “I love you” you whisper out before you can even think, “I love you too” he responds.

[spectralgecko]

*Clears throat*

How.

How do you make something this good? As good as Eclipsed Eden.

You do not understand. How hard it is for me. To come up with story ideas. I have tried, for multiple years. Most ideas never stay. All of my work is just AUs. Granted, so are yours, but like... You make it your own. EE literally feels like it's own thing. That's how GOOD it is.

My friend, how????? How do you do it? What's your secret?

... I've no doubt asked this before, but that just goes to show how continually impressed I am by you 😭.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Hm.

My brain is like a slot machine - insert interest, and it will go ham just... constantly thinking about it? My mind is a strange place. It's an idea hoarder. You've seen what physical hoarding looks like? My mind does that with ideas. And my imagination has been very active ever since I was little. I was raised on winnie the pooh and thomas the tank engine and The Chronicles of Narnia and The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings. I looked for and found series like Wings of Fire and Mistborn and the Enchanted Forest Chronicles and the Prydain Chronicles and A Wrinkle in Time. My entire education, especially my Literature classes, gave me book after book that has had its contents poured into the well of my head. Stories are soul food and you are what you eat, so a lot of what goes on upstairs is just... seeped in those roots of imagination and fantasy. Everything I see goes through this river of wonder. It doesn't seem to matter if I never specifically recall the details, I consumed it and it's back there somewhere.

Projects like Eden Eclipsed are, invariably, and outpouring of that river. That's what I've cultivated and what's been cultivated in me, and so that's what comes out. When you give me a slate like Worldless, that's juuuuust blank enough for me to have a lot of free range, my imagination will go wild whether I want it to or not.

And believe me, you've been seeing the tidy end of the process, the finished products that get posted. That river gets stuck sometimes. A lot, actually. There's a reason Eden Eclipsed isn't written past chapter two. The delta gets muddy and the stream gets clogged. I spend days staring in frustration at the word document, or getting asphyxiated by my own worldbuilding and intimidating myself out of something fun.

In a lot of ways, I can't take credit for some of this. My parents and friends encouraged my writing. My mom loves talking about what I've made up. I have multiple people in my life who are happy to be sounding boards when I need someone to check something. My entire school life taught me writing in many stripes because I was blessed with an amazing school and amazing teachers.

What you're seeing with Eden Eclipsed is some... glorious, messy combination of a little talent, some developed skill, and a lot of learning from everything around me.

Really, it's also an outworking of my need to practice. I have an original novel I've been working on very slowly for years. Eden Eclipsed - and the sand box of Worldless - is a chance to do something a little less intimidating, and to work in someone else's wire frame to exercise the muscles for that story.

I wish I could give a more specific answer, or some magical formula to what I do. The truth is, an aurora borealis explodes across the sky of my head and I spend hours chasing the photons trying to get it all on paper. Rarely do I fully succeed. There is so much lost information. So many ideas I will never be able to express properly. But if I agonized over all that, I'd never enjoy writing again. So I take the tools I do have and use them as best I can. Some days go well, some don't. But this is a gift I've been given and I will run with it for as long as I am able.

If I could boil it down to advice, it'd be this:

Consume good stories. If you want to make something good, you have to learn from good sources, so fuel that fire with good wood.

Exercise the muscles. Where you can, take opportunities to practice. Once you build a skill, it takes a while to go away. If you spend two years building a skill it'll take two or more to fade.

Not everyone worldbuilds the same way. I build in a very structured, architectural method. I'm always asking how things work. I build the story around the wireframe of worldbuilding. Other people start with the story. Some people work with characters first, some with magic, it goes on. What works for me might not actually be the system that you thrive in.

Don't give up. Please don't give up. You're your own worst critic 99% of the time. Don't stop digging right before the diamonds, yeah?

Imma shuddup before this goes souther XD

Thank you, Mystic. I will forever be floored at how highly you think of my writing. It's an honor. And I hope you don't shortchange yourself, either - your writing is very enjoyable, and I've loved seeing your worldbuilding. You're better at this than you give yourself credit for. Your writing is fun, and you handle characters so well, and I look up to you in your skills as well.

[streamafterlaughter]

Fundamental Differing

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Chapter XVII: Something In The Way

warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY! implications of suicide (very slight), alcohol abuse, drug abuse, unhealthy coping mechanisms, angst, miscommunications as always! you get called babe/baby a lot in this chapter (platonically)

tags: rockstar!eddie x rockstar!reader, gn!reader, afab!reader

a/n: remember last time when i said we were like halfway through yeah i thiiiiiink i may have lied. STRAP IN BFFS i have so many ideas and the will to write them. hope this one leaves u looking forward to the next few ;)

Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated.

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December 1985

Eddie’s POV

“We’ll always find each other”

You tilt your head in question, unsure what he’s getting at. Eddie continues, “When you’re stuck in your nightmares, or when I’m fighting my ego, we’ll find each other. Bring each other back down to earth. When we’re rich and famous and far away from here, we’ll still find each other.”

He can feel his eyes welling at his own words. He can’t imagine losing you, letting you go or watching you leave, not after everything he’s seen. When you nod your head, Eddie feels the tightness in his chest dissipate. “I promise. I’ll always find you.” You seal the words with a kiss, one that grows more desperate as Eddie grips your face in his hand. He lets the tears fall, his eyes screwed shut as you kiss him. It scares him, how he feels about you. Nothing in his life had prepared him for someone like you to love him. He knows he’s broken, that he’ll fuck up constantly. Something in his gut keeps telling him he doesn’t have forever with you, that he’ll make an unfixable mistake and push you away.

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Your POV

You wake up to an empty bed, the spot where Eddie had lay growing cold. You groan at the light streaming through his windows, rolling over to shield your eyes with a pillow that smells too much like him. There’s a gentle knock on your door before Eddie opens it, “Hey,” He half whispers, “Wayne made breakfast, you hungry?”

You nod into the pillow before sitting up. Eddie’s already dressed in his street clothes, ready for the trip to Columbus for the show tonight. He offers his hand, and you take it, letting him pull you to your feet. You cling to him, your grip on his hand refusing to loosen as he leads you to the kitchen, where Wayne is flipping a chocolate chip pancake on the stove.

“Hey, kiddo. You alright? Ed filled me in on everything.” He eyes his nephew, who doesn’t object to his admission.

“Yeah, thank you.” You look up at Eddie, still feeling soft from sleep. “Eddie took care of me.” You squeeze his hand, and he squeezes back. Wayne places a plate in front of you, and goes to pour another coffee for himself, also pouring one for you and Eddie.

The three of you are quiet as you eat, the only sounds coming from the clinking of forks against plates, or the gentle slurping of coffee, until the comfortable silence is broken by the knocking on Wayne’s front door.

Eddie groans dramatically, head thrown back and eyes rolled to the ceiling. “I’ll get it.” He pushes himself from the table and leaves to answer the door.

You can hear it immediately, Steve’s anxious tone as he rambles, “I don’t know where they went, I figured you’d be the one to know—“

“They’re here, Steve,” Eddie deadpans, and you giggle as Wayne chuckles.

“Here? Like here, here?”

“Nance didn’t tell you?”

“No one tells me shit anymore, Eddie.”

You hear two sets of footsteps. Steve follows Eddie into the kitchen, where he inspects the scene before him; You, in Eddie’s clothes, hair disheveled, stuffing pancakes into your mouth with bright red cheeks, giggling with Eddie’s uncle. “You scared the shit out of me!” Your eyes widen at your friend’s anger, but Steve doesn’t stop. “I woke up and you were gone, not even Robin knew where you were. You could have left a note, called, something!”

“Well, you found me. And I’m safe.” You don’t want to argue, but you really don’t want to explain yourself to Steve right now.

He’s not done, though. “I’m responsible for you, Y/n. On this tour, you and the band are my only priority. If you’re gonna go somewhere in the middle of the goddamn night, you need to tell someone. Preferably me.”

“I figured Nancy would have told you. I woke her up last night, and she knew where I was going.”

Steve rubs his hand down his tired face, and you feel guilty for making him worry. “And I think she believed you wanted some alone time, truly. But we need to go if we’re gonna make it to Columbus in time.”

You hang your head like a scolded child, and drag yourself from the breakfast table. “Alright. I’ll be out in a second.” Steve gives you a short nod before turning around, slamming the door behind him.

“Well,” Eddie starts after a beat of painful silence, “Let’s get this show on the road, yeah?”

“Can I talk to you first?” It’s almost a whisper, but Eddie is so fine tuned to you, he nods without hesitating. You follow him into the dining room, away from where his uncle can hear you, you’re too embarrassed to say anything in front of him.

“I really don’t wanna hear you say sorry again, sweetheart.” Eddie turns to face you, his hand still trapped in yours, making no effort to let go. “You know I’d do anything for you. Anything you wanted.”

You shake your head sadly. “I won’t, I promise. But it doesn’t mean I’m not thinking it.”

Eddie shakes his head, bringing his free hand up to cup your cheek. You lean into his touch without a second thought, your eyes closing as his thumb strokes your skin. “I told you, we’d find each other.” It’s a whisper, barely audible, but you hear him like he’s shouting in your ear. It’s a promise you made to each other long ago, when you were love sick and naive, a promise to come back to each other after every battle, every stupid argument. Of course, things hadn’t gone completely according to plan in the last six years, but he’d still managed to find you. He’s just waiting for you to find him, to keep your promise. You’re still not sure if you can.

“I’ll see you in Columbus.” His hand falls as you speak, and you miss its warmth. “Thank you.” It’s a standoff. You’re still not sure how to say goodbye to him, even though you’ve done it hundreds of times by now. Everything in you is fighting to stay stuck to his floor.

“Yeah, I’ll see you.”

And you finally tear yourself away, not saying a single thing you’d wanted to. Really, all you want is for him to hold you, to stay here with Wayne, quit the band, quit it all to remain in this happy little bubble you’ve deluded yourself into thinking you belong in. But you can’t, so you give Wayne a long hug, and wave goodbye to the Munsons’, closing the door behind you.

-

Eddie’s POV

He blows out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. Behind him, Wayne snorts a laugh and Eddie whips his head around. “What are you laughlin’ at?”

Wayne shakes his head. “You, boy. You’re such an idiot.” There’s no bite to his comment, and Eddie laughs with him.

“You’re probably the sixth person to tell me that in the last twenty four hours.”

Wayne stops laughing suddenly, his frown lines deepening. “How many more ‘til you do something about it?”

Eddie’s baffled. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Be straight with ‘em, for one thing. You can’t keep beatin’ around bushes hopin’ they’ll be content with that.” Wayne scolds, and it breaks Eddie’s heart disappointing him.

“Okay, hold on. You don’t have a clue about what’s goin’ on with us.” He feels his walks rising, preparing to shield himself from a harsh truth.

“Because you don’t tell me, Eddie!” Wayne’s voice booms through the house, shooting into Eddie’s ears and rattling his brain. “I do know, that kid loves you.”

“Yeah, but I don’t-“

“Deserve it?” Wayne slams his mug onto the counter, causing Eddie to jump. “No, you don’t, not the way you’ve been actin’ lately. Kid I raised, though? That treated everyone like a friend or family, ‘n’ would chop his own leg off if it meant a better day for someone else? He does. Where the fuck did he go? What have you done with my son?” It’s unmistakable, the breakage of Wayne’s voice. “I almost lost you, Ed. Not once, but twice. You almost died, and your first instinct when you survived was to try and kill yourself.”

Eddie’s ears ring with the silence that follows. “You promised you’d never bring it up.” He feels his throat betray him, choking on his words.

“And you promised me you’d work on yourself. You promised me you’d try to get better.”

“And I am, I- I was. I slipped.”

Wayne rubs his tired face, trying to soothe himself. “I know it’s been hard. I can’t imagine what you must be feeling, frankly I don’t want to. But this ain’t the way to deal with it. Point is, you’re hurtin’ people you love, boy. I know Y/n’s hurtin’ bad.”

“You couldn’t possibly-“

Wayne stares him down, daring Eddie to question him again. “I know. I won’t ask you to promise me again, I’ve learned my lesson. But maybe it’ll get through your thick skull this time. Before it’s too goddamn late.”

Eddie swats a tear away, looking at his uncle through blurred vision. “So you’re saying it’s not too late yet?”

Wayne steps closer, his arms open. He lands a hand on each of his biceps, holding Eddie at arms length. “No, it’s not too late, kid. But you better shape up quick.”

Eddie nods, and lets Wayne pull him into a hug, wrapping his own arms around the older man. “I’m sorry, Wayne.”

“I know, kid. Get used to sayin’ it.”

Wayne pulls back, and Eddie adds, “Y’know, Y/n and I aren’t exactly sure what we’re doing.”

Wayne rolls his eyes, something Eddie’s never seen him do before. “Please, everyone on the planet and beyond knows what you two are doing.”

“Wanna enlighten me, then?”

“Bein’ fuckin’ cowards.” Wayne crosses his arms. “The way you look at each other, no way there’s anyone left that hasn’t caught on. But you’re not acknowledging the hard parts.”

Eddie groans. “Well, yeah, Wayne, we tend to avoid the hard parts. I don’t even know if I’m in the right place to be with them.”

“That is incredibly mature of you, Edward.” Eddie only scoffs. “Look, I get it. I respect your thought process. But you should probably reconcile at the very least. Have a conversation, spend a day together. Maybe not. Do the hard part. I can just tell it’s killin’ you to hold ‘em at night and not even see ‘em the next day.”

Of course he’s right, it’s destroying Eddie, only having you partially. There’s so much you don’t know about what happened to him, and so much he still doesn’t understand about you leaving. He knows he’s done wrong, he’s treated you poorly and he’s paid over and over for it in his mind, but he still doesn’t know what the final nail in the coffin was. Something tells him you’re not gonna give it up easily, either. Something has to give soon, even if he’s gotta make it. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I’ll tell them. I’ll be honest.”

“Easier said than done, kid.”

Eddie shakes his head. “No, they deserve to know everything. Then, they can decide if they want anything to do with me.”

Wayne sighs. “They won’t see you as less than for it. You know that, right?” Eddie shrugs, gnawing on the inside of his cheek. “Why’d y’think you fell for ‘em in the first place?” He cracks a smile at his nephew. “You’re gonna be okay. You have a real good thing here.”

It’s Eddie who initiates the hug this time, throwing his arms around his uncle. Wayne returns the hug, chuckling into his nephew’s shoulder as he whacks his back lovingly. “Okay, okay,” Eddie let’s him go. “I gotta hit the road. I’ll call you when I get to Columbus.”

“Sure you will.” Wayne crosses his arms.

“I promise!”

“We’ll see!”

“I love you, Wayne.”

“Get goin’ before I boot you out myself.”

Eddie turns around, and right before he shuts the door he hears Wayne call “Love you, too!” causing a smile to creep across his face.

-

Eddie doesn’t want to tell you anything, obviously. He’s terrified. He knows it’s important, if any of this is gonna work out between you two. Trust is earned, he knows that, and he’s figured out it’s earned with truth. No fuckin’ shit.

So maybe he tells you. He confesses this deep, scary truth about himself to you in the hopes that you’ll reciprocate with a reason for leaving? Seems wildly unfair and selfish, even Eddie can see that. No. He shares this with you in hopes that you won’t run screaming in the opposite direction? Why wouldn’t you? Seems like a reasonable reaction. No. He tells you because you deserve to know. There can be no hope, not now. He can’t let himself expect anything from you, you don’t owe him. But it sticks inside his brain regardless, the idea that you might still speak to him after all of it. He can’t help it.

Eddie climbs onto his bus, back through the portal into the scary world of rock and roll, and the driver pulls away, cranking the volume to Something In The Way. His bandmates and Steve greet him cautiously, and he returns their curious glances with a shake of his head. There’s too much to explain right now, and Eddie’s sure they wouldn’t get it.

Steve, however, is not accepting that. “Can you come back here for a sec? Need some help with something.” It’s a command disguised as a question, and Eddie obeys, trudging towards the back of the bus, into the little bedroom where both of them barely fit.

“Thought you went with Death Dance?” Eddie stalls, ready to tiptoe around the elephant in the room.

“Nah, they’re fine without me hovering. You, on the other hand,”

“Need to be hovered around?”

Steve taps his nose. “Bingo. Anyway, look, I know you’re going through a lot, and I know Columbus harbors some old wounds, but I need you to keep it together.”

“I’ll do my best not to freak out, Harrington, but you and I both know I can’t promise anything.”

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose, screwing his eyes shut in frustration. “Fine. But you have to try. If this means anything to you, you’ll try.”

“What’s the big deal, man? Why’s this so important to you?” Eddie tries not to be irritated, but even he can hear the venom in his own voice.

“You’re important to me, dude. It hurts to see you all screwed up, throwing your life away, drinking ‘til you can’t see. You’re scaring us.”

“Us?” Steve presses his lips together. “You been talkin’ behind my back? Can’t really say I’m surprised.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “To who?”

“What?”

“Who’ve you been talking about me with?”

“Who do you think?” Bastard doesn’t even bother lying. It’s Eddie’s turn to shut up. What has he told you? How much do you know?

“What did you-“

“Nothing. None of that shit, that’s not mine to tell. They’ve come to me, worried. I wish you’d open your fuckin’ eyes, man. That’s all.”

“Alright, alright. I surrender. I’ll try to be good!”

“Thank you. I’m kinda sick of the asshole you’ve become.”

“You and me both, brother.”

-

Your POV

“Hey,” Robin places herself across from you in the booth, “You wanna explain that little escapade for me?” She rests her chin in her hand, elbow propped on the table, the ultimate pseudo-posh body language meant for gossip.

You lean into the bit, and into your friend, mirroring her posture. “Well, first I woke up shrieking from a nightmare about Eddie dying, only to ask our lovely hostess for his uncle’s address, steal Mike’s bicycle, and bang on his front door like a fucking campaign volunteer!”

Robin blinks at you, seemingly unbothered by this irrational series of events. Great, you’ve become predictable. “What did he say?”

“Hm?”

“When you told him?”

“Nothing spectacular, it was two a.m.” This isn’t the reaction you’d expected from her.

“So no wild accusations this time?”

You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “He apologized. He misunderstood-“

“He eavesdropped! Y/n, babe, please come back to earth for one second here. You really think it’s a shocker to ask if he’s hurt you again? Look at the notes.”

She’s right, but you’ll be damned if she gets to know that. “I’m done with this conversation, Robin. I mean it.”

“Okay, fine! New topic!” Robin snaps you from your daze. “There are whisperings.”

“Oh?” You quirk an eyebrow at her, and she nods vigorously. “I overheard Steve on the phone this morning. All I heard is that one of the smaller bands might have to back out of Lollapalooza. Nothing’s certain, and obviously I’m not supposed to know this, but-“

You hold a hand up to stop her. “Then why are you giddy?”

“Because it’s Lollapalooza! That would be huge for us!”

“Lolla hasn’t even started yet, Robs. Baby steps, please.”

“No, but it starts in two weeks. We overlap dates, and you’ll never guess where.”

You pretend to think. There are only two places important enough to you to mention, and one is growing smaller behind your bus. “August 7th. Great Woods, we play Boston on the 6th.” Home. Playing Lollapalooza at home. You could die after that, and be genuinely content. Robin’s smile creeps across her face again, and you join her this time, letting the excitement of hope tug at your heartstrings.

-

The sun is thinking about setting when you arrive in Columbus, having to forego stopping at the hotel for a shower. The buses pull behind the venue, an arena twice the size of the places you’d been playing until this point, not something expected from a state that’s mostly farmland.

“This is crazy,” Sylvie mutters as security leads the eight of you, Corroded Coffin, and Steve backstage.

“Dude,” Gareth backhands Eddie’s chest, “Judas Priest played here. Scott Travis walked these very halls.” Eddie only rolls his eyes at his awestruck friend. “Travis has only been in the band for two years.”

“I have a good feeling about him, though!”

The two continue to bicker, and you tune them out. It seems you take many turns down secondary hallways before ending up in a vast, mostly empty room save for two cheap vanity sets and a plastic fold out table with your rider orders displayed, and a few wooden shades to change behind. “This place is huge!” Their voice shakes with nerves, and you place a comforting hand on their shoulder.

“I know, but think of it like this. Maybe more people will leave here listening to our stuff.”

Sylvie nods wordlessly, and you give them a squeeze.

“Okay, guys, we have two hours to showtime, and I am begging you to use that time to relax and get ready,” He shoots a glare at you, instead of stressing yourselves out. Please.”

You raise your hands in mock surrender, and Eddie stifles a laugh poorly. “Alright, well, dismissed.” Steve shoos you all away, leaving the makeshift dressing room in a huff.

“What’s got his panties in a bunch?” Eddie wonders aloud, and no one has an answer. You look at Robin, and she only shrugs. The last thing you need right now is your caretaker having a meltdown.

You’re called for soundcheck, once again being led through the backstage tunnels, flashing your badge to staff members as they pass. The stage is about twice the size of what you’re used to seeing, and maybe four times bigger than the allotment usually given to you as an opener. “There’s so much room for activities!” Robin squeals, and you giggle. She’s right, you could really let loose with your antics up here.

“Alright let’s get busy, check, check!” Steve claps his hands together, and the rest of you scramble to your marks. You watch as Steve takes his place in front of the stage, making sure he can hear you, even though it won’t matter in the long run when there are six thousand people screaming in front of the speakers anyway.

You fiddle with your guitar, tuning each string as quickly as you can, testing your mic and pedals, playing with your in-ear, all while trying to keep an eye on Steve, tapping his foot anxiously in your peripheral. You and Robin send each other concerned glances, both thrown off by Steve’s palpable anxiety.

Despite Steve’s unexplained jitters, sound check is smooth, and the four of you are brought back to your dressing area, switching out for the headliners to deal with Mama Harrington.

-

“WHO ARE WE?!”

“DEATH DANCE APPROXIMATELY!”

You huddle, growling and grunting playfully to hype each other up to perform until you’re cackling so hard your ribs hurt. “This is our biggest show to date,” You put on your pep talk voice, “So we’re gonna go out there and rip this place to shreds, yeah?”

“FUCK YEAH!”

“FUCK YEAH!” You bring it in for one more group hug before shaking off your individual nerves. Security leads you out, the crowd getting louder as you get closer. Steve follows behind you, posture tight as he power walks to the side of the stage to wish you all luck.

“Break a leg, baby,” He holds out his fist for you to bump, but you swat it down, bringing him into a hug that he returns without hesitating.

“We’ll talk after, yeah?” You mumble into his shoulder, and feel him nod.

“Thank you.” You pat his back and let him go, and he watches as you follow the rest of the band on stage, the crowd getting impossibly louder when you appear.

-

Eddie’s POV

He wanders into the crowd with Steve and a crew member close behind, hair tied up and hidden by a baseball cap he’d never choose on his own. Tonight he’s insisted on not drinking, but the anxiety about talking to you, for real, is eating him alive. Of course, when Steve had heard this, he’d gone all Protector mode on Eddie, now following him through the venue to hold him to his word. I could use the company, though, Eddie thinks sadly.

In the back of the venue, casual fans collect their drinks from the bar, or walk away from the merch stands with handfuls of memorabilia. A few people give him second looks that he averts less than slyly, only trying to get a decent view of you on stage.

Tonight, like every other, you’re holding the audience captive with your performance. Dressed in an oversized Bikini Kill shirt, red fishnets, and spandex shorts, your body lifted higher by heavy boots. You glow under the stage lights, hair damp and sticking to your sweaty face as you pour your soul into your vocals. Tonight’s performance seems more raw, to Eddie. Your voice, though still incredible, holds a certain rasp it doesn’t usually. You sound more pained, the way you must have felt originally writing these songs. It’s like you sense it, the shift in your equilibrium finally catching up. Eddie feels it in himself, every time you look at him, somehow still finding him in his disguise, in a room of thousands.

He wants to drink. Or smoke, or fuck, or cut a line, even, the pain in his chest is unbearable, knowing what he’s put you through, and the fact that you don’t know everything. He wants to take it all away, every ounce of pain you could ever feel, even if it means his worst nightmare comes true. Everything inside of Eddie itches, squirms under his skin while you sing, voice grating and cracking against the screaming crown.

“Thank you, Columbus! We have been Death Dance Approximately, and this is our last song! Sing it if you know it!”

Lilith counts you in, and the song is met with even more shrieks of the casual listers recognizing your hit. The one about Eddie, the one written for him in high school by someone he’d never get enough of. He doesn’t usually stay for this one, the song almost impossible for him to listen to now. Tonight, though, Eddie sways with the crowd, even throwing a careless arm around a befuddled Steve. Eddie may never have you again, but he did once, and he plans to hold on tightly to that fact, regardless of what happens after tonight.

-

Your POV

“Thank you! Everybody get pumped, Corroded Coffin’s on next! Goodnight!” You blow kiss after kiss to the audience, eyes scanning for the person they’re actually for as you take your bows and walk offstage. Already, the crew buzzes around you, hauling instruments and wires on and off the stage, hustling to tape down setlists, check levels, and reveal the Corroded Coffin flag currently covered by your band’s logo.

“Great show, guys, absolutely killed it.” Steve claps for all of you as you enter the dressing room, careful to stay out of the way of your tour mates’ paths. But someone’s missing from the scramble.

“Has anyone seen Eddie?” Jeff looks from you, to Steve, to anyone else in his eye line. His question is met with the shaking of heads, no one confirming they’ve had eyes on him.

Steve takes charge easily. “Alright. Rob, check the bar. Sylvie, check the bathrooms, and Lilith, go talk to the bouncers. I will try to call his—“ he pauses, looking at you, “…friend, here in town.”

You ignore your friend’s strange inflection. “What about me?”

“What?”

“Where should I look?”

Steve presses his lips together, not fully looking you in the eye. “I think it’s probably best if you don’t get involved, Y/n.”

This baffles you. “Excuse me?”

“It’s not you, it’s just,” he huffs, “This city is hard for him to be in, after… Look, I don’t know what you know. Let’s just say I expected this.”

“Steve, holy shit, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“I don’t have time to explain right now!” Your bandmates have already left the room. “We need to find him. If you have such a dire need to look for him, fine, but I can’t tell you anything else. It’s not my place.”

What the fuck could he be talking about? You groan, throwing yourself into a fold out chair, defeated, and Steve stomps out of the room. It takes you all of two minutes to give in, grumbling to yourself as you exit the dressing room into the backstage labyrinth. “He could be anywhere. Shit!”

Before you even make it around the first corner, you hear the beep of a security guard’s walkie. “Hey, yeah, we found him. Out behind the parking lot with some girl.”

“He alright?” Steve.

“Yeah, he’s good. No sign of substances. On our way in.” You chew on the inside of your cheek as you return to the room. He’s got a girl here?

—

chapter XVIII

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