#just imagine the rest of her is behind a table or something lol

[viperfizz]

drew my xaragaard vampire au to distract myself. gonna tell my kids this is Carmilla

(version with no lighting/blood in the way lol)

[megwritesriddles]

Caught Inbetween ༊*·˚

18+ MDNI !!!

Pairing: Sebastian (Stardew Valley) x Fem! Reader / You x Sam (Stardew Valley)

Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 3 - Threesome. Abigail goes home early from game night, leaving Reader alone with the two boys for the night, only, Sam is acting a little too friendly.

Tags: Threesome F/M/M, P in V, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral sex (f and m receiving), Praise kink, Handjob, Pet names, Overstimulation, Multiple orgasms, Munch! Sam AND Seb, Friends to lovers, No action between Sam and Sebastian, PWP, No plot, Mentions of smoking.

Word count: 3.1k

Read it on ao3! | Masterlist

Authors note: Considered making it a Challengers vibe and having Sam and Seb be a bit gay, but opted to have them focus on the reader!! Also I hope it's not too painfully obvious that I've never had a threesome lol!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

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“Do you really have to go?” You pouted in the doorway as Abigail pulled her shoes on. She gave you an exasperated smile, deftly tying her laces. “Don’t leave me alone with two boys!” you whine playfully. She stands and nudges you with her elbow.

“It’s Sam and Seb, how bad can it be? I used to hang with them alone all the time before you moved here,” she reaches behind you for her coat on the hook, and you continue pouting.

“Oh come on… you’re sure your dad won’t let you off of opening duty?” you give her your best puppy dog eyes. She just scoffs and playfully slaps your arm.

“Yes, I’m sure, now I– Oh! Hey Seb,” you follow her eyeline to where Sebastian ascends the final stairs from his basement, shaking a box of cigarettes.

“Going for a smoke, I’ll walk you out Abi,” he grunts, slipping on his shoes and yanking his black jacket off of the hook. You step aside as he heads past you to the door. “I’ll be back in ten,” he glances at you over his shoulder before shoving open the door and heading out into the dark misty evening. You wonder if you imagined how his eyes had flicked down your body just then, shaking off the thought. You wave poutily to Abigail as she heads out behind him, she sticks her tongue out and waves back at you. The cool air pushes its way in forcefully through the door making you shiver, you yank it shut with a loud thud, before turning and hopping down the stairs back to Sebastian’s basement room. Sam is lounging on the small couch when you reappear, flicking uninterestedly through one of Sebastian’s computer magazines, the game of Solarion Chronicles from earlier discarded on the table now that Abigail has gone home.

“Oh thank God, I was beginning to think everyone had abandoned me,” Sam jokes, sitting up straight and tossing the magazine to the ground. You chuckle, walking over to sit beside him at his patted invitation. “I can always count on you,” he comments with a grin. You rest your head on the back of the couch, smiling up at him. “You look a little tired,” he frowns. You glare at him for that comment but sigh in defeat.

“Farming isn’t for the weak,” you grumble, rubbing your forehead for a moment. “It’s nice to get away from it for a little while,”

“I bet it is,” he coos, you give him a suspicious glance at his sickly sweet tone. He places a hand on your shoulder and draws you closer. “Here, let me rub your shoulders,” he suggests gently. As suspicious as you are of his actions, you can’t deny that you need a massage. You figure he’s just going to ask you to bake him some maple bars or something, and you don’t mind, considering you’re planning to bake tomorrow anyway. So, you turn around and relax your body as he pushes your hair aside and starts to gently work the muscles of your neck. His hands cup your shoulders, his thumbs digging into your neck, rubbing at the sore stiff muscles. It feels good, so good that you can’t stop your eyes from closing and a few little groans from escaping your lips, which only seem to egg him on. He rubs harder and hums softly. “God, you’re stiff,” he whispers against your ear. His tone gives you pause, your eyes fluttering back open. Had you imagined it or had he said that sort of… seductively? You turn your head slightly, trying to meet his eye, he just smiles lazily at you. “Stay still,” he chastises playfully, turning your head back around with care. He resumes his work, his thumbs slipping under the collar of your sweater to rub your shoulders. You groan again despite yourself, you really were stiff…

The door opening gets your attention, and you flush like you’ve been caught doing something inappropriate, even though nothing untoward is happening. Sebastian raises a brow at the two of you as he walks in. He walks over and sits down in front of you on the couch, smirking at you slightly. He glances behind you to meet Sam’s eye, looking like he knows something you don’t. As if in response to this look, Sam rubs his thumbs into your muscles a little harder, making you choke out a small sound. You feel embarrassed, but the boys just smile knowingly at one another, making you even more flustered.

“Our poor little farmer is all stiff and tired,” Sam coos gently from behind you. Sebastian pouts at you in response, you want to ask questions but the attractiveness of his pout keeps you quiet. Sebastian moves closer to you and you feel your breathing speed up as both boys crowd into your space. Sebastian’s hand comes up, pushing some hair away from your cheek, letting his fingertips linger. Your face twists in confusion for a moment before you break into a disbelieving smirk. They were trying to seduce you, together. This was certainly a change of pace. Sebastian smiles back at you almost shyly as Sam massages you, sensing you’ve figured them out.

“So, what’s all this really about?” you ask accusingly, glancing between them, but they can hear you’re not really angry. Sam chuckles in your ear.

“You’re too perceptive,” he sighs, gently removing his hands from your shoulders. You turn so you can look between the two of them, they both look a little bashful now. “We never usually get a chance to get you alone without Abi,” he comments.

“And you look so beautiful,” Sebastian adds breathlessly. “We’ve always thought so,” you blush gently.

“Let us help you… destress…” Sam purrs. “We’ll make it so good for you,” he promises, placing his hand on your thigh gently.

“Both of you?” you confirm. When they nod in response, you feel yourself shiver at the thought. You’ve never really considered a threesome before, but now that the opportunity was in front of you, you felt yourself growing wetter by the second. You’d fantasised about both of them separately throughout your time as their friend, but now your brain was supplying you with an enticing mashup of these thoughts. Sebastian carefully wraps his arm around you, pulling you to lean against his chest, sitting between his legs. He nuzzles his nose against your neck, the scent of his cologne and the surprisingly enticing scent of cigarettes engulfing you completely, leaving you almost lightheaded.

“Will you let us?” he asks you quietly, his voice strained like it’s taking him a horrible effort to hold back from you. You breathe heavily as Sam places his hands on your knees, rubbing gently. Your eyes meet his and you see the lust there, the lust you feel mirrored in the pit of your stomach.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll… let you,” you pant slightly. You immediately feel Sebastian's lithe fingers caressing your jaw, turning your head towards his own. He glances over your features for a moment before capturing your lips with his own. You whine softly as he kisses you desperately, his hands sliding up and down your sides. Your eyes shut, leaning back into Sebastian to get closer. His lips taste like mint, suggesting he had some gum after smoking in preparation to kiss you. It makes you smile softly. You feel fingers on your jaw, turning your head again and Sam is suddenly right in front of you, his eyes wide, pupils swallowing his irises. His lips are on yours swiftly, kissing with less control than Sebastian had, one hand cupping your cheek. You wonder in the back of your mind if he can taste the mint from Sebastian’s spit. You hear Sebastian breathing heavily by your ear, watching as Sam kisses you feverishly. His hand sneaks down your body while you’re distracted, sliding into the waistband of your pants and your panties. You gasp shakily as his fingertip trails up and down your wet folds, getting a feel for you. He groans softly as he gathers up some wetness and brings it up so he can more easily tease your sensitive bundle of nerves. You moan into your kiss with Sam at his barely there stimulation.

“She’s so wet Sam,” he exhales. You whine in embarrassment, Sebastian just kisses your neck soothingly in response. Sam withdraws from your lips, taking in how they’re pink and glossy from his kisses.

“Gotta see,” he grunts, leaning back to tug at your pants. You can’t believe what’s happening as you lift your hips, allowing him to bare your most intimate parts. His eyes flutter and he practically chokes at the sight of you as he gently spreads your legs, watching Sebastian’s finger swirl over you, making you twitch. “She’s soaked,” he whimpers. “You must really want us, eh pretty girl? He chuckles slightly, eyes fixed between your legs.

“Shut up,” you mumble weakly, moaning softly as Sebastian applies a little more pressure. Both boys chuckle at you and you find yourself laughing too, or at least trying to through the soothing pleasure.

“Didn’t you say you’d always wanted to eat her out?” Sebastian muses to Sam. You file away the realisation that they’ve talked about this seemingly extensively for later. Sam nods eagerly.

“Good call,” he mumbles, lowering himself so his head is between your legs. You gasp as his breath washes over your core, making you clench around nothing. Sebastian removes his finger, shuffling you back and tighter against his chest so Sam can settle more comfortably between your thighs. Sam begins to pepper kisses on your inner thighs, eyes glued to the glistening prize between your legs. “Please say I can taste you,” he groans. You just whine needily, but he seems to understand it fine, leaning in and licking a thick stripe over you, just to taste you. You both moan in unison as he does it. “Fuck… so perfect,” he dives in, bringing his hand up to spread you open, gently swirling his tongue over you. Sebastian is tugging your sweater over your head, but you barely register it over the sensations between your legs. There’s a soft thud as your sweater hits the floor, quickly followed by your bra, leaving you completely naked. Sebastian's hands roam all over your torso as Sam laps up at you relentlessly, moaning periodically at the taste of you. He holds your thighs open as they keep threatening to close around his head as you writhe and tense from his ministrations. Sebastian’s lips are on yours again, greedily swallowing up your moans and whines as Sam flicks his tongue quickly back and forth over your clit. Sebastian cups your breasts roughly as you arch up into his touch.

“Gorgeous,” he mumbles against your lips. “You look and sound gorgeous baby,” Sam grunts in agreement against you, making you shiver. The room fills with obscene slurping noises as Sam begins to suckle at your clit. You cry out, your whole body tensing and your thighs fighting to close again. “Just let it happen, baby,” Sebastian coaxes, softly circling his thumbs over your hardened nipples. The mixture of sensations is proving a lot to fight off, the rhythmic pattern of sucks and licks Sam is giving you making you feel lightheaded and tightening the knot in your stomach until it finally snaps and you scream. Whatever comes out of your mouth is some sort of odd mix of both of their names, but they seem to thoroughly enjoy it anyway. Sam moans in response, lapping at your release feverishly, savouring every single drop even as you start to shake for slight overstimulation. He finally withdraws, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, standing up. Sebastian shuffles behind you, gently laying you down on the couch as he wordlessly moves to where Sam just was. You look down at him, dazed. “Hope you saved some for me, pretty girl,” he teases, wrapping his arms under your body to hold you in place, placing a few feather-light kisses onto your swollen bud, making you whine and buck. He smiles and chuckles. “You did a good job down here, Sam,”

“Of course, anything for our pretty girl,” he coos, leaning down to kiss your forehead as Sebastian begins teasing you ever so gently with his tongue. Your entire body is flushed and glistening with perspiration by this point, but both boys admire you like you’re some sort of treasure. You kiss Sam slowly for a while, tasting your release on his tongue as Sebastian lavishes you with gentle attention, careful not to overwhelm you, but to still bring you more and more pleasure. One of your hands moves down into Sebastian's hair, gripping gently, you feel him smile against you and the feeling is oddly erotic. Sam takes the wrist of your other hand, kissing your palm a few times as he undoes his jeans and frees himself from his boxers before lowering your hand onto him. You’re momentarily surprised but quickly regain yourself, softly wrapping your hand around his length, and starting to pump gently. He groans erotically, twitching in your hand, already sticky with pre-cum. “You have no idea how much we’ve fantasised about this,” Sam grunts, thrusting up into your hand a little. You just whimper in response, tightening your grip slightly. Sebastian is watching the two of you closely, his tongue still drawing slow patterns against you.

“Every night for weeks,” Sebastian adds, his voice vibrating against you. “Sam was right, you taste heavenly,” he groans. You laugh breathlessly, concentration on your hand movements becoming harder as Sebastian starts to lick more intently now. Sam caresses your hair as your head falls to the side, becoming overwhelmed by the sensations once more. Your hand speeds up on Sam’s cock to make up for what you know is coming. Copying what Sam had done to drive you mad, Sebastian starts to suckle against you, albeit more gently. It has the same effect anyway due to the previous orgasm. You tug at Sam harder and he chokes out a guttural noise, fucking into your fist as you falter, your second orgasm of the night overtaking you. You throw your head back into the couch in a silent scream, your hips stuttering wildly up against Sebastian’s mouth. He pulls away abruptly once you’ve ridden it out, and you think you’re getting a break, but no such luck, not that you’re really complaining. Sebastian sits up on his knees between your legs, gripping your hips and pulling them up. You squeak in surprise as his tip prods against your entrance, sliding inside with minimal resistance, due to the lubrication provided by your orgasm. He meets a little more resistance deeper inside, carefully pushing through it, bottoming out. He takes a deep shaky breath, looking utterly blissful.

“Tell me how she feels,” Sam begs, still softly fucking your hand like a dog in heat. His words remind you of your motionless hand and you start to move it again, twisting gently. Sam whines loudly and you feel Sebastian twitch inside you.

“Oh… she’s perfect… warm and wet and heavenly,” Sebastian gasps. “Everything we ever dreamed,” both you and Sam keen at these words. Sebastian grips your hips and starts to move gently. You’re already over-sensitive from two orgasms, so he’s being careful with you, despite his clear need for more. He grunts and whines as he fucks into you and you’re happy to realise he’s close to falling apart already, not feeling so bad that your third orgasm is already approaching. You focus on Sam for a little while, keeping up the twisting motion he seems to enjoy so much, he stares down at you looking desperate and lost in pleasure. You use one of your hands to shakily prop yourself up, letting yourself reach to gently kitten lick at his tip. He curses breathlessly at this, and Sebastian seems to like the display too, his pace picking up without even meaning to. You moan, your whole body shaking as Sebastian fucks you, trying your best to keep up your licks. His pre-cum coats your tongue and you like the taste more than you ever expected to, moaning softly. Suddenly, he’s pulling away from you hurriedly and you’re momentarily confused until he groans and spills all over your chest. You laugh breathlessly as his cock twitches above you without even being touched. Sebastian's dark eyes lock onto your cum-covered chest and he growls, fucking you faster and deeper. You whine loudly, grabbing at the couch for purchase as he seemingly goes a little feral. Panting, Sam kneels beside you, taking your hands into his own. You squeeze them hard, your eyes rolling back.

“You’re doing perfect pretty girl,” he coos soothingly as your face scrunches up in pleasure. He kisses you, seemingly unphased by his hands being crushed in yours. You kiss back desperately, feeling Sebastian slamming into you more forcefully as he gets closer. “Want my touch on your clit?” Sam asks gently, you nod frantically and he lowers his hand to rub at your swollen clit. You immediately clench around Sebastian's cock and with a few more sloppy thrusts, Sebastian pulls out and spills his seed all over your abdomen with a loud whimper. Sam coaxes you to the finish line again and you sob violently with the sensation, burying your head in his shoulder. Finally, once you’ve all calmed down a little and caught your breath, Sebastian gets up on shaky legs to fetch a rag. Sam embraces you as you wait, kissing all over your face, and whispering various praises. You melt into his arms, nodding along to his sweet words. “You were perfect for us, you must be so tired baby, sweet girl,”

Sebastian reappears, sitting down beside you and gently wiping you clean of both of their releases with the damp warm cloth. He presses a couple of reverential kisses to your stomach once it’s clean, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to your lips as Sam embraces you. Sebastian wraps you in a blanket to keep out the winter chill that is sneaking in now that you’re not so overheated with arousal. You feel incredibly tired and unsure how things will progress from here, what will this do to your friendship? What kind of relationship will this be? But one thought stands out as they settle themselves on the couch with you between them, both holding you close.

“I’m actually glad that Abi went home,”

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xoxoxo

[hellsbelle999]

hello :D do you have any headcanons about the gang (if u need a specific character, then ponyboy) that you would like to share with the class >:)?

ty for being my first ask 🫶 !!

these aren't the best but hope yall enjoy nonetheless :-)

WC: 778 // not proofread

Pony:

I feel like he and Johnny are really into photography. They mostly show their pictures to each other rather than the rest of the gang, but will occasionally share what they're currently working on. when out and taking photos, they try to follow a specific theme - windows, people, trees - stuff like that.

Sometimes Ponyboy will ask Soda to take his film to be processed. If Sodapop sees a picture he really likes (usually of one of the gang since they hardly sit for photos purposely lol), he'll order an extra copy and will hang it up around the house.

Soda just thinks it's cute that pone takes pictures of everybody like that (so does Darry but he doesn't act like it, just silently thankful that someone's getting pictures of all of em)

Bro's gotta be bisexual fr

He's aware that he likes both guys and girls but doesn't question it much. Kinda nonchalant about it and wouldn't think it weird unless someone else said something.

Two-Bit:

Def steals little things for his mom and kid sister (and we love him for that)

Probably just stuff like makeup or a new doll - if he sees it and thinks they'll like it then he snags it right up, employees none the wiser

Partially motivated by him thinking he doesn't do enough for them and wants to make up for it

Since he doesn't have a job they're like hrmmm… ok.. But won't question it/confront him about it directly, just in passing sarcasm or jokes (but they know he stole it ofc)

His mom would come home from work, seeing Two's sister with a new toy or maybe a fresh loaf of bread and some jam on the counter, maybe a new lipstick on her nightstand

While she appreciates the trinkets, she wishes that he would contribute to the family a little more honestly...

Soda:

I imagine that he's really clean and cares for his personal hygiene a lot. Out of all of them, he smells the best lmao. Soda feels like his appearance is all he has going for him, and tries his best to keep up that reputation.

The week pony was missing he started slacking - missing showers, stopped combing his hair, and wore the same unkempt clothing as a result of the depression. All he wanted to do was lie in bed all day, but he had to keep carrying on, just barely.

Clearly this was way beyond his normal behavior and Darry and Steve tried getting him back on his normal routine (and failed).

He didn't freshen himself up until he read about pony in the newspaper, not wanting his kid brother to see him in that sorry state when he went to the hospital.

Darry:

Actually loves cats, but won’t admit it straight up lol.

He “finds” one on the street and decides to keep her. When asked about it, he just says they're easy to take care of so why not.

He loves how quiet and warm cats are, especially when he's reading the paper at the table before work, the house chilled by the morning's air.

Sometimes he'll fall asleep petting the kitty on his chest, leaned back in the recliner after a long day of work (lol such dad energy)

He accidentally teaches her to sit on his shoulders. Darry'd be making dinner or something and this scratchy old street cat would be sat atop his shoulder like a parrot, keeping a sure eye on whatever he's cooking.

Dal:

Slightly afraid of dogs.

He's fine with ones he's familiar with, like a friend's, but if he sees a stray on the street he's likely to hightail it outta there or walk as far away from it as possible

Random:

Before the wreck, I feel like the gang would go grocery shopping with Mrs Curtis 😭😭

Just imagine these scruffy lookin greasers trailing behind this completely unassuming lady. They definitely turn some heads, but the boys help her carry bags and such so she’s not complaining.

She knows they'll all be over for dinner at least one point in the week, so she asks them for suggestions and will send em off with leftovers if there's extras.

The gang being themselves would be goofing around obviously, until either a store employee has to step in and ask them to calm down or Mrs Curtis shoots the boys a glare that immediately sets them in line. … for the most part at least.

I imagine they’d (mostly two bit or dal) would pick up the most random, vile jar off the shelf and be like “hey can we get some uhhhhh … fermented pig’s foot?” which everyone responds with varying Hell No's and ewws

I've honestly got a ton more ideas but I'll cool it and stop here 😭 plz forgive any grammatical errors etc

[dirtyhecker]

i'm sure this has been done already in the hours since these images came out, but i think i've got these companion bedrooms sorted

this one is definitely Bellara. everything we've seen of her so far, with the gyroscopey magical stuff, and that one concept art of her with that exact statue head, makes it seem obvious that this is her room. it also looks like she's into art, given all the paintings, and area rugs? what's with all the rolled up rugs, Bellara. i like her little daybed, and i wonder if her vallaslin are supposed to be for Ghilan'nain, given the halla decoration on the wall.

this one has to be Neve. she's got a whole detective conspiracy wall back there, sans the red yarn. there's some real organized chaos going on with the stacks of books, and the scrolls all over the place. i'm pretty sure there's a pot of tea on her desk, and i see several half-burned candles, despite the several magical lamps and pendant lights, not to mention the enormous windows and ambient Fade-light. i wonder if it gets dark out where they are? also her chair looks very fancy, but i don't see a bed anywhere.

this is Taash's room. they've said she's a gym bro, and there is a weight lifting thingy to the right, in front of that pillar. it's weighed down with sacks of flour, it looks like lol. i wonder if its functional, or just static decoration. i also see crates of weapons, and maybe some kind of forge in the bottom right? and right behind that is a pretty barebones bed. maybe she gets cold, because her bed is surrounded by fire. idk what's up with that table on the left, but everything else looks pretty sparse.

this one i think is Harding's room, but only by process of elimination. the metal bars in the window give dwarven vibes for some reason, but i also see a couple elfroot plants. there's a ton of plants, actually, all over the place, but i don't recognize the others. and there's that sad bedroll on the floor, though the rest of the room looks like my kind of place tbh. maybe it's from years spent as a scout, camping in the wilderness. i suppose this could be Bellara's room instead, but i doubt it.

i thought this was Lucanis' room, even before someone pointed out that it was a larder. i know the devs have said he's a good cook, but i didn't think he'd literally want to sleep in a pantry 😭 this makes me think he's just trying to be as unobtrusive as possible or something. there's also zero personal touches, like i zoomed in and that plywood cot is just surrounded by candles. are you okay buddy??

this one seems like Davrin's to me. he's said to be a monster hunter, and there's like a chandelier made of dragon horns or something up there? and a huge spine? plus multiple skulls of large beasts. i don't see a bed but i think it might be in that far corner next to the hearth. also there's a ton of wood carvings. so many. mostly bears and what look to be bobble-headed nugs, and at least one dragon. if Griffon Dad gives me a nug carving i will cry.

lastly, this has to be Emmrich's room. if the giant skeleton statue on the left wasn't enough of a clue, then idk what to tell you. there are basically the exact same ones in the necropolis, but much bigger. this does look like a laboratory, and an extremely well-organized one at that. i imagine Emmrich's bed is up that spiral staircase somewhere. i keep mentioning the beds because i need to know that these people are actually sleeping between quests, ok.

anyway, that's my professional analysis. i love you, goodbye.

[hakufuku]

A part of her realized she was leaning closer over him, that her forehead pressed against his. Sansa looked into the violet of his exposed eye, unflinching despite the shadows of darkness lurking beneath its depths. Aemond, in turn, looked back into the impossible blue of her gaze, and their blessed light. Like heaven and earth meeting to kiss upon the skyline, their colors mingled; like one another’s mirror, until they became their own reflections of refracted light and encroaching shadow. “After all, we’re the same, you and I.”

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hiya! i was making an edit.... which lead to making a caption... which lead to writing a oneshot, lol

concept is: a bunch of show & book canon smashed together, a reunion scene set in winterfell after years of seperation due to forces outside their control, and also perhaps childhood friends?? dont think too deeply about the how and when, just roll with it idk

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The muffled din of unceasing rainfall mingled with the soft crackle of dying embers in the hearth. She threw a couple logs atop the charred remains of fire, a small plume of ash protesting the abrupt roughness of it, before the flames were gradually revived.

Aemond sat slumped in a chair beside the table they’d once used for taking tea, pouring over histories, or studying new battle strategies. A film of dust had settled atop its smooth, oaken surface — the mark of a few years worth of disuse; the mark of several more arduous months, blatantly ignoring the few years of disuse, refusing to cling to memories that now seemed an unreachable dream. As if in silent protest, Sansa scrubbed the soaking fabric of her cloak-sleeve across its surface. Dust motes swirled in the warming air (it was the first time she wondered if she had a particular knack for disrupting the natural order of things, or perhaps she just rejected the world as it was instead of what it ought to be), and she left behind a streaked mess. She supposed it needed proper care to restore it back to some semblance of its former use, but it was a start.

A cold, tentative hand came to rest over her own, and Sansa blinked away her blurred vision. Odd, she thought, that the rain could reach indoors like this. She glanced at Aemond from beneath her lashes, an apologetic smile ghosting her lips as she realized he’d been watching her most closely. As if after pushing her away all this time, he’d realized he couldn’t let her out of his narrow line of sight. 

Not again. Never again.

Though there was something in the way his gaze, pronounced by a thin rheumy film and deep purple bruises just below, fixed upon her alone, that made her stomach flutter with something she couldn’t quite name. It seemed an unpleasant thought, to choke on butterfly’s wings, and a bitterly nostalgic feeling took hold of her then. She swallowed thickly before rounding the table to help unfasten Aemond’s cloak, if only to escape his unwavering eye.

They were silent as she deftly unclasped his traveling cloak, dripping heavy from the deluge. Though she’d aimed for his blind side, Aemond turned his head to watch Sansa most closely. Her eyes flickered up for only a breath, finding muted surprise and something not ungentle reflected back at her before she looked back to her hands.

“This is something I used to do for my father.” she finally spoke, the gentle lilt of her voice cutting the quiet. Drenched in rainwater, his furs were heavier than she imagined. She remained silent about their weight, reasoning that the dead he carried on his back, that gripped and clawed at his throat like a vise, like an albatross, were far heavier than piles of fabric and the rain to wash him clean. Sansa draped his cloak upon an empty chair in front of the hearth to dry, before returning to Aemond’s side to unfasten a pauldron from his shoulder.

“He and I understood each other without having to say too much.” the silence threatening to swallow her voice was punctuated with each dull thud of his leather armor pieces as she placed them on the floor. “Part of me knew it hurt him, that I wasn’t so open about my true feelings. But he knew I helped to care for him because I loved him.”

He remained deathly still despite the momentary twitching of his hands, his breath shallow as his gaze remained fixed upon a pile of worn books atop her writing desk. Focused; looking, but unseeing. Like cornered prey planning an escape, like a predator thrilled by the chase; she couldn’t discern which role was his, she couldn’t discern which role was hers.

Somehow, the thought compelled her to keep talking, “ — So please, let me do this for you, My Prince.”

His hand found hers again, catching her deft fingers just as she’d moved in front of him and finished removing his chest plate. Lightly, as if she were something fragile (with his touch alone, she was) he pressed her palm flat against his chest, over his own heart. The erratic rhythm was foreign to her, and her cheeks lit aflame as if she were intruding on something private, intimate; something altogether not meant for her.

“It’s rare to hear you talk at length like this nowadays, My Lady.” he said, his gaze piercing, despite his voice hoarse and colored with a tremor (of yearning? excitement? fear?), “We're both aware I tend to be stubborn... and at times single-minded, especially when it counts.” in spite of his assessment, the corners of his lips quirked up, not quite a smile, “But I won’t catch your meaning if you don’t speak it plainly.”

Moments passed, their breaths caught in their throats, fire crackled in the hearth, Aemond’s heartbeat thundered in her ears, butterflies threatened to choke her, and despite still drenched from the unceasing downpour, the room became almost impossibly too warm to bear. Sansa swallowed again, her mouth dry. Her lips moved, but it was another few seconds before the words took form.

“You... most certainly will, My Prince.” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Her fingers clenched against his chest, twisting in the fabric of his tunic, and she was emboldened by the way his hand pressed securely over her own, as if to encourage her. Her free hand came up to his cheek, fingertips brushing against his jawline, as if to return the way he’d held her in place with just a touch. Her thumb grazed the scar on his cheek, tender against his angry flesh.

A part of her realized she was leaning closer over him, that her forehead pressed against his. Sansa looked into the violet of his exposed eye, unflinching despite the shadows of darkness lurking beneath its depths. Aemond, in turn, looked back into the impossible blue of her gaze, and their blessed light. Like heaven and earth meeting to kiss upon the skyline, their colors mingled; like one another’s mirror, until they became their own reflections of refracted light and encroaching shadow.

“After all, we’re the same, you and I.”

[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

Insurgency: The Uprising

Summary: A totalitarian regime reigns over a South American country in which the virus is being distributed to its citizens at the pretense of a “cure.” Leon was sent to retrieve a sample of the virus mutation when he stumbled upon a group of anti-government activists whose main goal is to overthrow their government. Will Leon help the cause or will he fall down with the government as well?

Warning: Mentions of mature themes. Read at your own discretion. Slow burn. Age gap (Leon is 38 and reader is 21+). Reader is female.

Word count: 4,750

A/N: this is an idea I had for a book I wanted to write. I love dystopian books and movies so I really wanted to write something like this. This will be a series lol.

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“The relief of giving in to destruction.” - Franz Kafka, Diaries.

“This is an urgent message from the president. This is an urgent message from the president. This is an ur-“

“Hello citizens of Pruye,” the TV warning got interrupted by the screening of a middle aged woman sitting down on a desk. Her suit was black as a flag stood behind her. The colors blue and green with a crest on the far left corner- a serpent. The woman had a brown bob with a few grey hairs. Her eyes were deep brown as her lips remained a bright pink. Her rosy cheeks puffed out the look of exhaustion as she embodied the feeling of a confident and strong leader,

“Today is an important day that all must remember. Tonight, we will launch the cure of all illnesses. The immunity to life. We shall bring peace and harmony all throughout the globe. A change never seen in history… until now.”

“Membario will become the new pharmaceutical phenomena. Our people worked hard for this cure and we shall be the first ones to prove to the world that we, too, can make history. Tonight, you all will be receiving a sample of this cure. Tonight, we will boast in the celebrations of what it feels to be victors! We are proud Pruyanians!”

The TV got turned off by someone, your coworker, “What a bunch of mierda,” Your coworker was an old man, a veteran who served in the war and now worked at where you worked. A canteen right in the middle of downtown Pruye. The streets were made of cement but had plot holes from previous battles.

The Pruyanian government, right before the current president won the election, was peaceful and harmonious in which it allowed citizens to have a voice. After President Mendez took charge, she changed everything.

Streets were patrolled by the Pruyanian soldiers who proved their loyalty to the country. Laws were changed and made to accommodate the president’s demands.

“I just don’t understand why it’s such a big deal, it’s just a drug like opium or morphine,” he continued with a grumpy voice.

“C’mon, Franco. Don’t be a buzzkill. Imagine how rich we can be if we were to sell it to other countries?” Another coworker said, a young woman in her early twenties with dyed hair. Red fiery hair covering what was a previous black raven shade.

Franco snorted as he stared at the TV and then back at the young woman, “Don’t tell me you actually believe her words? She’s manipulating us!”

You sighed and went to clean up a few tables, “You two fight like politicians.”

“Look- I’m just saying is that there are better ways to make a living. I don’t want to work here for the rest of my life,” the young woman replied as she too helped you clean around the canteen.

“Too bad, Esme,” Franco replied as he opened a newspaper and began to read, “Life’s a bitch and you can’t do anything about it.”

Esme raised her brow and looked at you for a brief moment, “He gets old but not his spirit, eh?” She nudged you with her elbow gently.

You stifled a chuckle and shook your head as you went back to the kitchen to clean the used dishes.

It’s always been you three working here. Esme, Franco and you were like family. After President Mendez delivered the order to kill all those who opposed her, your family became a target.

Your brother, around 16 years old, died right before a ceasefire was called. He was with his friends when a group of Pruyanian soldiers appeared and shot him. The cause for the shooting? He defied a soldier and showed insubordination.

Since then you’ve grown resentment to the government- specifically President Mendez.

The ground shook as you were cleaning the dishes. You slowly approached the open door entry along with Franco and Esme, watching as battle tanks drove through the city.

“Coño… what are they doing over here?” Esme asked faintly as she watched the tanks and army pass by. Their uniform blue with the serpent crest embedded on their arm. The red serpent you’ve seen all throughout the city.

“Must be presidential orders,” Franco pointed to a big screen on a tall tower. The tower stood right in the center of the city layout. Its purpose was to guide those who are lost- or maybe it was to show who the powerful ones really were.

You and Esme turned your attention to the big screen, watching as a countdown took place. They were about to distribute the cure to the citizens in 6 hours.

Esme huffed in annoyance and went back to stare at the soldiers pass by. Their boots echoing through the humid streets of Pruye as they held their weapons with a firm grip.

“They’re securing the area…” you whispered as you furrowed your brows. You turned back to look at the screen and listen to what the president had to say, “We will be patrolling the following areas- Pucalara, Miguén, San Jolonia, and San Bandero. Do not be alarmed, this is standard protocol.”

Currently, you were in San Bandero. The heart of Pruye. The soldiers all surrounded the city and held their rifles close to themselves. You watched as the tanks all moved inward, closer to the tower.

“They’re locking us in…” you spoke faintly as you quickly walked back inside the canteen. Esme and Franco exchanged a look as they followed behind you, seemingly confused.

“This isn’t protection like she claims- no. She’s locking us inside the city-“ you frantically said as you got your bag and jacket.

“Y/n, slow down. How do you even know that?” Franco put a hand on your shoulder to calm you down.

You shook your head as you swung your jacket around your shoulders, “I don’t. But knowing her… she’s hiding something and I don’t want to be here for that.”

You walked out of the canteen and walked down the sidewalk towards where the soldiers were blocking an exit. As you neared them, a soldier held out his rifle and aimed at you as he spoke through his helmet, “Turn back around. You cannot leave the area.”

You raised your hands in the air and took a step forward, resulting in the other soldiers pointing their guns at you, “I said- turn back around! Now!”

With a glare you slowly took steps back as you walked away from them. They weren’t letting people out which meant that they were also not letting people in.

As you walked back to the canteen, you noticed how people began to get out of their houses and grow confused at the soldiers. Why were they blocking the exits and entries of the city?

Right as you were about to walk inside the canteen, shots were fired. You crouched down to the floor and covered your head with your arms as you looked over your shoulder and saw soldiers shooting the civilians with weapons launching at them.

Your eyes widened at the sight of the people with machetes and guns fight each other. The sound of bodies falling down to the floor as well as the blood seeping through their lifeless bodies, staining the cement under them.

Rain began to pour down, making it hard for the soldiers to see through their helmets. You watched as a person stabbed a soldier from behind with their knife but then fall to the ground dead as the soldier behind them shot them in the head.

This was war.

-

Leon was called to the main office of the organization he was currently working at. Which was for the government. He found himself inside the White House again for some reason.

As he waited inside a room, he couldn’t help but notice how bright and sunny the weather had been lately. Which was a contrast to what he felt. Drained and exhausted.

The door opened gently and two men dressed in expensive suits stepped inside with a file in their hands. They approached where Leon had been sitting and sat on the couch across from him.

“Good news, your request for a getaway vacation has been approved,” one of the men, balding and tired, said as he laid the file on the coffee table between them. Leon leaned forward to pick it up and go through it.

“And the bad news?” Leon asked without glancing at them.

The other cleared his throat before speaking, “You’re being sent to another virus mission.”

Leon looked up from the file to stare at the two men. Another mission about the virus, when will it ever end?

He sighed as he closed the file and leaned back against the couch, “So another zombie apocalypse. Great, just what I fucking needed…” he whispered as he put the file back on the coffee table, “No.”

“No? What do you mean no? This is important, people’s lives are at risk and we can’t-“ Leon quickly interrupted the balding man.

“You can’t save everyone when it comes to this. I’ve seen it many times, why don’t you all just do what you did back in Raccoon City, huh? Bomb them until there’s no trace of the virus,” Leon got up and began to walk towards the door.

“This is different,” the other man said, causing Leon to stop in his tracks. “This isn’t like the virus you’ve seen before… this is much more dangerous.”

Leon turned around to look at the two of them before walking back to sit on the couch. “Go on.”

“Ahem-“ the man continued, “South America. The branch wants you to go over there and retrieve a sample of the virus. That’s all you have to do. Once you give us the sample, we’ll proceed from there and you’ll get your vacation.”

Leon narrowed his eyes at him, growing suspicious of how easy the mission sounds, “You aren’t telling me everything, are you?”

The balding man laughed nervously and readjusted his black tie, “Not per se-“

“There’s a revolution going on in the country of Pruye where you’re being sent to. They mutated the virus’s genetic code into something more dangerous and they’re using it as medicine- I believe you know where this is going,” the other man said.

Leon nodded and kept quiet as the man talked, “The government is planning on distributing this ‘medicine’ to other countries but we cannot let them. Your mission is not only to retrieve a sample but to also stop the spread and destroy the evidence of the virus ever existing. You will be given a team- both air and land to help you complete your mission. Your task is not let others know the real reason why you’re there. You are acting as a soldier proving aid to the government. Once you have retrieved the virus sample, we will pull you out of the country and bring you back.”

“This time I’m actually getting help. Nice,” Leon replied sarcastically. It was obvious that Leon wasn’t all too excited about this. He’s been used as a killing machine ever since Raccoon City. He’s been tossed around the globe with expectations of solving everyone’s issues. And he’s tired. He’s 38, he should be worrying about other things other than war and death.

His hands rested on his thighs as he began to stand up from the couch, “When do I leave?”

“First thing in the morning, you’ll be on a private plane provided by the government,” the balding man answered.

Leon nodded before finally walking towards the door and exiting the room. As he walked down the halls of the White House, he wondered what life would be like for him. Is this all he’s ever going to do? Was his life purpose about fighting and killing? He couldn’t wait to retire.

-

Smoke covered the entire block. Rain poured down harshly against your skin, causing your hair to stick to you like glue. The smell was of gunpowder and metallic blood infiltrated your nose. A vision full of haze as you stood up from being crouched down on the floor.

Blood.

A lot of blood.

They brought tanks and a helicopter. “¡Al suelo!” Someone yelled.

You got down on the floor as an incoming tank shot a building, causing it to crumble down just a few feet away from the canteen. Your eyes widened in horror at the sight.

People screamed- from pain and from the fight. You got up and ran to try and find Franco and Esme. You needed to get them out of here now.

You staggered as you ran towards the canteen. The debris that had fallen over from the building covering the road. You jumped and ducked as soldiers hid behind them and shot at anyone who they deemed a threat.

Panting through the bloodied streets, you had reached the canteen. You heard groaning and some yelling more up ahead.

You didn’t know what took over you but you found yourself running towards that sound. As you approached the yelling, you saw that Esme had been hit by a piece of debris from the collapsed building. Her leg had been squished and she desperately tried to pry the piece off of her. You kneeled down beside her and pushed the debris aside, watching in horror what had happened to her leg.

Her bone broke and penetrated her skin. Snapped in half like a twig. There was blood pooling down her leg. You froze, you didn’t know what to do. You weren’t a medic but you also weren’t heartless enough to leave her.

You took off your jacket and applied it to her wound, hoping you could at least stop the bleeding. She gripped your arm as she let out a bloody scream in pain.

“Estoy aquí- respira. Todo va estar bien-“ you tried to calm her down but she let out another yell, “y/n it hurts- grragh”

Of course it hurt, her bone was poking out of her skin.

“Where’s Franco?” You asked as you tried to get her distracted from the pain.

She didn’t respond and instead pointed to a mountain of rubble. Metal rods and pieces of cement fell down on top of people. You could see limb pieces- arm, legs. But you couldn’t recognize all of them.

Your eyes followed her finger as she pointed to the gore display.

“He’s under there…” she replied weakly and let out another pained scream.

You felt your breath catch in your throat as your heart rate quickened. Slowly standing up, you walked over to the mountain of rubble. “Franco?” You called out in a panicked tone.

Silence.

You hurriedly kneeled in front of the mountain and hastily moved the rubble away. Taking piece by piece as you denied the thoughts scurrying through your head.

Almost immediately, your heart dropped down to your stomach as you recognize the veteran necklace. With shaky hands, you reached for the necklace and took it.

Franco was dead.

Your vision blurred as you held the necklace on your chest. You let out a blood curdling scream as you trembled in horror.

The ground shook as more bombs blew off. Troops stampeded through the streets, their weapons aimed at the citizens of San Bandero.

You went back to Esme and tried to pick her up, “Come on,” you grunted as she leaned her weight on you.

Dragging her alongside you, you managed to walk further away from the city and towards the exit. The soldiers bordering the entry/exit road had been killed and now laid there lifeless. Their uniforms stained with the red tint of what could be assumed was their blood. Maybe it was also someone else’s.

As you managed to get her out of the city, you walked through the dense forest and laid her down on the ground as she leaned against a tree.

“I’m going to get help- stay here and don’t make a single sound-“

“Leave me,” Esme interrupted you. Her gaze defeated and weak as she looked up at you. “I’m only going to slow you down. You need to get out here…”

Your eyes softened at her, “I can’t leave you, Esme. You’re coming with me-“

“For fuck’s sake y/n! Just go!” She cut you off again. She sighed and closed her eyes. “Just go…”

You stared at her in silence, your feet frozen in place.

“Esme…”

“Just go. I’m not going to live, you saw what they were doing to us… please, Y/n… just go…” she rolled her head back against the tree and grunted softly in pain.

You stared at her in silence as you contemplated your next actions.

“Y/n, go to La Séten mountain…” she heaved as she tried to breathe, “There’s- there’s a group of people who can help you, give them this.”

She weakly handed you a piece of paper with writing on it. You took it and put it in your pocket as you nodded shortly.

“I will…” you whispered as you looked into her amber eyes, “I’m sorry, Esme…”

Esme gave you a weak and faint smile, “Don’t be sorry… promise you’ll live… for me…”

You nodded and held her hand as your eyes welled up in tears, “I will.”

You leaned closer to her and gave her forehead a gentle kiss. She closed her eyes and exhaled for the last time in her life.

You stifled a sob as you let go of her hand. You’ve lost Franco and now Esme too.

You walked through the forest, making your way to the mountain Esme mentioned.

-

“Madam President, the city states have been seized and are under troop surveillance.”

“Wonderful, let the Chief in Command proceed with the plan. We mustn’t delay the delivery.”

“Yes, Madam President,” the female assistant walked out of the President’s office, the same one when the announcement was first made. President Mendez let out a soft hum and stared down at the files in her hands.

“Tonight, we will change lives Doctor Ramirez,” she spoke as Doctor Ramirez walked closer to her desk.

“Yes, we will Madam President and it’s all thanks to your help. Without your sponsorship, we couldn’t have progressed so quickly with our research,” Doctor Ramirez was a tall and lanky man with glasses. His hair was neatly parted at the side and his white coat shielded the suit he was wearing underneath. He exuded wealth and power, much like the President herself.

President Mendez laughed and clapped her hands slowly, “Oh.. Doctor Ramirez, you are too humble.”

“Not all Madam President… not at all,” he replied with a quiet tone. His eyes unreadable.

-

The path to La Sénte Mountain was a rough one. It’s one of the biggest mountains in San Bandero that has been classified as unreachable. There was an abandoned trail that originally was used for horse riding but ever since the country got ruled over by President Mendez, everything turned industrial.

Trees aligned the rail as the tall grass reached up your shins. It had gotten dark by the time the bombs and the shootings all faded in the background. As you took a step up, you turned back to look at the city that was once your home become occupied by soldiers. The helicopter flashed its light in search for citizens. There was smoke and fire coming out of the city from where you stood.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. With a sigh, you continued your trail up the mountain. Unknown to you that you were being watched by eyes hidden in the grass, trees, and bushes.

Hours passed and it was now some time past midnight. You took a break to catch your breath. Sitting down on a rock, you took out the piece of paper Esme gave you.

It was a small map with the word ‘Insurgents’ on it. The map was a layout of Pruye, it contained information about where each government and army building was located around the coast as well as the center of the country.

You tucked it back into your pocket not before hearing a twig snap. Anxiety quickly coursed through your veins and you got up to leave. Whatever was out there was probably not friendly given the current uprising in the country.

With a force against your feet, you kept climbing up the mountain. Climbing for what felt hours until you saw an orange light emitting from a cave.

Fire. Someone had lit up a camp inside a cave in the mountain.

You gripped the edge of the cave and pulled your body up. As you entered, you were immediately met with guns pointed at you. There were about four men pointing their rifles at you as you climbed up. A woman came up to you and dragged you up by your arm, helping you stand on your feet.

There was a table right in the center of the cave with a lantern. And behind that table stood a woman with a scar across her face. Her eye a different color as the scar ran right through it.

“Hold your weapons,” she raised her hand to stop the men from shooting you. The men took two steps back and slowly lowered their weapons. The woman who helped you up left your side and walked back to where the other woman was standing.

“I assume you were told about us,” she began as she went around the table and walked to stand in front of you. She was taller than you by at least two inches. Her hair was short and black. Her skin tanned and full of freckles.

You nodded and took out the note Esme gave you, “A friend of mine told me to come here.”

The woman took the note and inspected it before giving it to the woman who helped you up.

“Another recruit, Esme was really good at recruiting more people,” she said casually. Your eyes widened, she knew Esme?

“I don’t suppose you know what we do or who we are?” She walked back to the table and motioned for you to follow behind her.

As you neared the table, there were papers scattered around messily. Maps and files with important information. The woman turned to you and took out her hand for a handshake, “Name’s Yanira. Welcome to Insurgents.”

You took her hand and shook it with a firm grip, “Insurgents? What are you guys?”

She let go of your hand and focused back down on the table, “We are an organization looking to overthrow President Mendez from her position. She and her minions have been controlling our land far too long. It’s time we claim back what’s ours.”

An anti-government group. And they’re fighting the Pruyanian government for freedom. You furrowed your brows and stared down at the table as well as Yarina kept speaking, “We need as many people as possible if we want to make this happen. You’ve seen how they treat people back in the city states. Why don’t you join us?”

You looked at her with wide eyes, “What? Why would you want me to join? I don’t even know how to shoot a gun.”

Yarina chuckled softly, “You’ll learn. We’ve got plenty of people who can teach you different things,” she leaned closer to you, “We’ve been preparing for this moment. All we need is more help. And you- I have a feeling you can help us big time,” she whispered and then leaned away.

She focused back on the table and continued discussing whatever it was that she was talking to the other people.

Join them? You can help them? Up until now you were just a girl working in a canteen living paycheck to paycheck. And now everything turned upside down. The army has taken control of four city states and you’ve lost more people.

It was no lie that a war was coming but to actually partake in it was terrifying, at least to you. But witnessing how everyone seemed to have the spirit and the faith that everything will work out in their favor is beginning to persuade you.

What more do you have to lose? You’ve lost your family and now your friends. It’s time to fight back for what was once yours.

“Okay,” you nodded slowly and looked at Yarina.

“I’ll join you.”

Yarina smiled brightly and hung an arm around your shoulders, celebrating with the other insurgents.

It all felt so overwhelming yet so real. This was happening and there was no turning back.

“Okay, here’s everything you need to know so far,” Yarina pointed to the map.

“The coast has been guarded up by the navy army of Pruye. President Mendez sent out an order to not let anyone in or out of the country. The ports have been closed and the soldiers are patrolling the beach.”

She then pointed to the center of Pruye, right on San Bandero, “San Bandero has become the military center of the country and is where most of the soldiers have been patrolling. This is where their control comes from. If we can target and destroy their center from this point then we have a chance at liberating the other city states.”

You furrowed your brows, “It’s not easy. I’ve seen what they brought. Tanks and helicopters. Are you sure you want to target them first? What about the civilians?”

Yarina let out a soft exhale, “We can perform an underground evacuation- some of our soldiers will go in the sewers and take people out of the city towards the forest. Once the people have been evacuated, we will proceed and attack the main tower.” She then pointed to a tall building colored in red right in the middle of the map.

“This is where most of the military controls the country. If we can hijack and steal their data, then we can convince the rest of the country to join us. And we can also delay the soldiers from terrorizing other city states.”

She already had a plan for everything. No wonder Esme knew about this. If this group was this good then that means that there’s hope for liberation.

“Okay…” you began slowly, “What do you need me to do?”

“You, my friend, have a special mission,” she slid a piece of paper your way.

“The United States will send some troops over here to aid President Mendez. I want you to go back to San Bandero with a few of my people and infiltrate their meeting location,” her finger pointed to another building on the map, “This place is called La Fundación de Membario. It is heavily guarded by soldiers. The place is where President Mendez is currently staying at. She’s going to personally welcome the Americans and give them a run down of what Pruye has been up to. She’ll most likely tell them about us and knowing her-“ her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth as she stared at you.

“She’ll want the Americans to target us.”

You pinched your brows together and looked back down at the files of the American soldiers that were expected to come, “But why is the U.S. sending their military over here?”

“Because President Mendez sent an emergency alert to their President. She declared her country was threatened by us and needed backup. So, the U.S. playing God in all wars- decided to send their people over here to control us.”

You looked up at her from the files as she spoke again, “But you know what I think? I think they don’t stand a chance against us. We know the country better than anyone. They’ll die right before they can touch land,” she replied quietly.

She sounded like she wasn’t lying. It was a promise to herself and to the people of Pruye.

“When do I start?” You asked after putting the files back down on the table.

“Tomorrow morning. You can stay at our camp and we’ll teach you the basics. For now, you should rest. We’ve a long day tomorrow,” she patted your shoulder and walked deeper into the cave. The other insurgents gave you a look and some gave you a firm nod as they followed their leader.

You exhaled shakily as you looked out the cave. From now on, you were a soldier. No longer the girl working in a canteen. That life was long gone.

You were now part of the Revolution.

[camilaxmartin]

Hi luv I was wondering if you could do a Shuri x fem reader, what it would be like to date her/how she would be in a relationship.

If you can't that's ok.

Have a good rest of your day/night luv🫂💕

ღ dating shuri!

hi sun! thank you so much for requesting! it was my first request ever so i’m pretty excited about it lmao, anyway. i’m sorry if there are any mistakes, it was my first time writing headcanons like that and also writing it in english so it was even more of a challenge, but i hope you enjoy them!! love you <3

navigation // request // me and find the rest!

summary: just some headcanons on what i think meeting/dating shuri would be like

warnings: SPOILERS FOR BP: WAKANDA FOREVER !!!

notes: i didn’t specifically write you as tony stark’s daughter here (but i was imagining it while writing lol) but you’re really interested in technology and everything in this one, i hope it doesn’t bother you. shuri was 16 in the first bp movie so she’s around that age in here, and so are you. (not that it matters but that just how i see it) have a great day/night too! i hope you love it sun! enjoy!!

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• let’s begin with some backstory

• first time you met shuri when all the avengers arrived in wakanda, before infinity war for vision’s little “operation”

• coming into the lab you saw a girl, working on something

• when she saw some people were coming in, she turned around and then you saw her — you froze

• natasha immediately recognised your state, she quickly came up to you bringing you back on earth. lucky for you, shuri haven’t noticed anything, being too caught up on her work or so you thought

• after some time most of the team left the lab, leaving shuri to deal with her work at peace, natasha gave you the last glance making sure you won’t make a fool out of yourself when you’re alone with “the pretty girl” but you ignored her, looking out of the window

• there were just the two of you alone in her lab (almost alone, if you want to count turned-off vision, laying down on a table)

• you didn’t know what to say so you just stayed in your place right next to the window, being so interested in the beautiful nature behind it

• suddenly you heard a chuckle, breaking the somehow uncomfortable silence

• “you didn’t think i haven’t noticed your stare, did you?” she asked not looking up from her work

• you turned around to face her, noticing the little smirk she got rilled up on her face

• “you’re not as slick as you think, american” she looked up at you, and that was the moment your eyes met

• “it’s not my fault i can’t resist looking at a pretty girl, when i see one” you finally responded, not knowing from where you suddenly got the bravery. shuri smiled even more at your comment.

• and just like that after some time the two of you started dating

• (let’s just assume thanos didn’t erase half of the universe)

• when t’challa found out about you two, to your big surprise he welcomed you to the family with open arms and started treating you like his another little sister, which was pretty sweet

• but when the avengers found out,,,

• natasha, who was actually the first one to officially know about your relationship - she was joyful you found someone who made you as happy as shuri did

• tony was a bit more sceptical but it quickly passed when he discovered by his own eyes how amazing this relationship was serving you both

• the rest of the team didn’t really care that much but were genuinely happy you got someone to spend time with

• at the start of your relationship shuri was self-isolating herself when things were getting more serious, but when she found out she could really trust and count on you everything changed

• she came up to you with every little problem she got. even if you didn’t know the answer - she just wanted someone to fully listen to her and not judge her despite the fact she’s “just a kid”

• lucky for you both, with problems she got in the lab you were more than happy to help her and finally try out all of the amazing technology they got there, even if you weren’t totally sure what you were doing

• after some time, when you two grew closer, one day she gave you a gift — kimoyo bracelet. you were speechless and couldn’t believe your own eyes. shuri said it wasn’t a big deal and that it’ll ease your communication with each other

• it was a big deal, it was a huge deal. you put on the bracelet and immediately kissed her showing her how much it meant to you. she kissed you back with the same passion while smiling in to the kiss, easily reading your expression

• you were often flying to shuri to wakanda than shuri was flying to you. not that it bothered you, let’s be real the beauty of that place was taking away your breath every time you got to see it

• when you got deeper into your relationship you noticed she was totally different from the girl you met for the first time in the lab

• she was more out-going and highly-spirited than you previously assumed

• but there were certain things that you were right about

• for example, shuri didn’t know how to handle her problems so she was just hiding in her lab, excusing herself that she desperately needs to work on this or that

• good for her, you were always the one to take her out of there and try to figure out some other way for her to cope with problems

• most of the time it was working and the two of you almost always ended up at the roof of their palace watching stars and having those deep convos

• but at the time when even you couldn’t pull her away from work you just kept her company there, making sure she wasn’t overworking herself

• after all, you were the only one who could be around her when she was in a terrible mood (and t’challa but it was depending on a day and the reason of the mood, really)

• as i previously said, shuri is a cheerful person when she feels comfortable

• she is the type of person to tell the most unfunny jokes on the planet, but they are actually funny because of the way she says them

• let’s not forget the part that you both love working on new technology, so you can expect a lot of lab dates

• just the two of you, whole lab for the both of you and endless time, what to want more?

• just shuri in general i mean let’s be real

• i feel like she would like cuddling but like the official version is that she doesn’t like it but you know better than that

• shuri is a girl kisser

• and she’s great at it (and she knows it!)

• with that being said, im sure she would know how to make the other person just loose their mind even by a quick kiss

• i also feel like she’d be such a tease i mean-

• like when you’re working in the lab with the rest of the avengers she will smoothly move her hand around you to finally state it on your waist

• or or

• she will sneak behind you and totally “accidental” touch your lower back, back, arms or any part of your body to be honest

• and while the others would be pretty confused why are you looking like a tomato, she would just quietly chuckle not to anybody’s notice (well, natasha’s maybe)

• ya i see that as pretty “shuri thing”tm

• (actually i have two versions of shuri in my head but let’s just roll with this one sksjsjssk)

• i think shuri’s the type to not be afraid to make a move or do something more bold that you’d expect, i mean look at your first meeting, ya? ya.

• you were the only person she opened up to after the death of her brother

• the first time you two said “i love you” must have been the time, when namor started his attack on wakanda

• when queen ramonda died, shuri got no one left besides you

• it was also the time you two grew even closer than before, not that you could think it was possible

• when shuri again buried herself in the lab desperately trying to make the heart plant work, you and riri were there to help her with everything you could

• finally, when the recipe was correct and shuri took it, you couldn’t be more proud

• after her “vision” you knew something was up

• you took her to the side and said that she can trust you with who she saw, but even if she decides not to tell you, you’ll happily respect it

• eventually she told you, killmonger was the one she had met with

• you were speechless but tried to not let it be seen, to not scare her off

• as an avenger and one of the smartest people on team, shuri was grateful you’d be helping them in the battle

• even tho at first you fighting along with her was out of question; she was just afraid of losing you as the last person she cared about to be fair, who wearing her shoes wouldn’t be scared?

• eventually she agreed, but said that before the fight, she needed to make some changes in your suit — on which you were more than happy to agree

• shuri made sure your suit could protect you at all cost and that nothing possibly could happen to you, she did everything in her own for you

• the two of you were at the top of the ship, getting ready to fight

• she then suddenly took your hand in hers and while looking at the horizon said “i can’t loose you today, or any day, i need you”

• tears filled your eyes. it was just a simple sentence, but it made your heart shutter

• “you won’t loose me, today or any day. i’ll be always there for you, i promise” you said looking at her, but her eyes were still focused on the water in front of you

• “don’t promise me anything” she scuffed, finally turning her head to you along with her eyes “i just…” she squeezed your hand a bit

• “shuri” you said, needing her full attention “nothing bad won’t happen today. i’ll be fine, and you’ll too” you assured her, even tho you didn’t fully believe your own words

• “i love you” she said a moment later which took you by surprise “i just wanted you to know that” she added, looking away

• your eyes again started to tear up “i love you too, shuri” you said it back, watching as a little smile crowded its way up on her face “more than anything” you hugged her so tight, while she kissed your forehead still looking at the horizon, but this time she was smiling

• the battle began and everything went smoothly and along your plan

• when you saw shuri fighting as a black panther you could’ve not been more proud and more in love

• at the end of the day, when you saw her along with namor both of them speaking to their people, you knew everything went even better than you expected

• when all of the wakandininas came back to their homes everything went back to normal

• shuri was the new queen of wakanda which was surreal to be honest

• more or less a month after all of this you and shuri could be enjoying a holiday together finally doing everything and anything you want <3

[lesvii]

Wanted

Steph was in her apartment, this events takes when el sin nombre escapes from her prison jail, but in other circumstances as she looks for somewhere to lay low for a bit.

Original character cause i hate to put Y/N lol.

Also this is a F!reader for now i just feel comfortable writing wlw shit so..

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The door clicks as you open it, Steph was getting out of her third shift from the bar, serving alcohol to drunk and nasty men wasn't an easy job, but hey she got the money. She was so tired from this day, she irradiated a smell of faint tequila from her body, i think some men dropped some on her. Steph just didn't care anymore, getting a shower and getting ready for bed seemed more important than everything by now. As Steph closed the door with her feet, she went and looked for the TV remote in the couches as she found it she turned the TV on, as she didnt care what channel it landed on, she went to get herself a cup of hot water and some herbal tea Steph loved to drink when you felt extra tired. As the noises of the TV mumbles on your head she didn't pay attention to it, her eyelids forced to stay open as she poured the hot water into a cup from her kitchen, she stretched her body to reached the tall drawer up on the wall of her white kitchen to grab the bag of tea, as she pour it into the warm cup. As she grabs the cup to take a small sip, something on the tv catches her attention.

´´Citizens we have an important announcement to make, as you know the biggest drug lord in Las Almas has been captured but in the last 24 hours we been informed that she's now a fugitive, please take precautions, sleep with doors locked, dont go outside alone at this late in the night. As for the military we haven't received any news from them confirming this event.´´

Steph could see a imagine of the said woman appearing on the news, short black hair, brown eyes, intimidate look, she kinda look a little muscular as she find herself staring at El Sin Nombre picture with a smile, she… kinda looked like Steph type honestly, if it weren't for the fact she runs the biggest cartel drug she would for sure into her. Steph looks at the tv unamused brushing it off, probably just the channel wanting to make more views, lately the news has been field with a lot of junk, she grabbed the remote as a call incomes in Steph´s phone.

As Steph looks above her shoulder sitting in the couch she overlooks her phone ringing in the kitchen table behind her, she sighed as she gets up sipping her hot tea leaving it behind a small table besides the couches, she walks to the table as she reads whos calling, as she reads the name she knows its her best friend, what was she doing calling her up this late at night it was past midnight now.

Call Incoming Melanie

´´STEPH– did you saw the news!?¨ Melanie was practically screaming through the phone.

As Steph found her friend's voice irritating she turned the volume a little bit down.

``uh— yeah i guess i just did, what about it?´´She said as she passed through the space of the table to the couch, grabbing her tea as she walked through the kitching resting her body on the kitchen counter.

´´The shit everyone is talking about?!´´ Melanie replies.

´´uhh… elaborate please? I just got off a 12 hour shift. I feel like I can't think straight anymore..``Steph said rubbing her eyes, as she heard a faint giggle from her friend

´´Well i've never seen you think *straight*´´ Melanie said jokingly, as Steph is literally a lesbian.

´´ Haha, you're so funny…No but seriously what about it?´´Steph said as she started to get more curious.

´´The drug lord women???´´ Melanie said practically whispering at the phone, there was a few seconds of silence before Steph spoke again.

´´Oh yeah I heard something about she escaped and shit, but dont worry not even the military base has confirmed anything i'm sure is just fake bullshit´´Steph said as she took a sip of her tea.

It was getting cold by now, all the apartment lights were off and the only source of light was the TV in front of her and the moon shining from a window near the kitchen. There was a faint chuckle on the phone line.

´´ But you know she's kinda hot…´´Steph said giggling on the phone.

´´Oh my god Steph don't even start on this, get your lesbian ass off this WANTED woman and get someone, i was starting to think the guy that came to your apartment the other day was your affair´´.

´´Oh god no– the plumbing guy haha– no of course not… i'm only for women and women only´´. Steph said while she winked on the phone.

´´Hmmm… But you know she's kinda hot i guess´´Melanie said as Steph took a few breaths in and they both burst out laughing, she kinda needed this, Melanie always finds a way to cheer up Steph even in those bad bad days.

´´ I'm telling you… if she came out knocking at my door, the door won't be the only thing open for her´´Steph said chuckling as she whispered the last words. Her and Melanie stayed on line for a few minutes more until the clock hitted at 2:30 A.M. They said their respect goodbyes.

´´Its too late now girl, i should get going… good night dont let the sicaria fuck you in your sleep or you wont remeber it´´´

´´Haha.. So funny Mel, good night talk to you later´´.

Steph was the first one to hang up, with a faint sighed she put the cold cup of tea on the washer as she thought of washing some leftover plates from yesterday, but quickly washed it off as the tiredness started to hit her up with her yawning. She scratched her tired eyes with her hands as she kept yawning and strolls out of the kitchen ready to walk through the leaving room and go upstairs, but she quickly remembers she left her phone back in the kitchen.

´´Ughh…´´ She groaned as she took a turn to enter the kitchen again, and found her phone on the kitchen counter, she quickly grabbed it. She was on her back facing the entrance of the kitchen. Suddenly a harsh move of an unknown body is present behind her, a strong hand covering her mouth to keep her silent. Steph quickly began to panic. Who are they, she thought? She was facing the front view of the kitchen and the person was behind her, she could feel a strong arm wrapped against her face as they kept her silence, and… a chest? Of a woman?.

´´Don't scream, chula´´. A faint whisper came from this woman getting close to Steph's ear as she spoke.

Oh fuck.

[mostlyghostlyy]

What do you think Dale’s favorite food is?

I dont think he has a favorite. Or if he does, i am not the right person to ask lol.

I do think he enjoys anything you cook for him. He probably loves the idea of domesticity. The thought that you love him enough to prepare him meals would take this man out. He doesn't seem like he eats a lot, or at least not good meals. I wonder what he was eating in Ruth Harker’s house. Just stealing stuff from her fridge?

Imagine he’s downstairs in the basement, and he catches the scent of homemade dinner, and whats that? You’re calling his name? You told him you were making dinner, but he assumed you were making it only for yourself.

He’d quietly skulk up the stairs, eyeing you from the doorway of the kitchen. You’re dishing food onto two plates now. He allows himself another whiff, coming up behind you and resting his chin on your shoulder. He asks if you called for him, and you tell him you had. “Dinner’s ready, baby. Lets eat.”

God he cant remember the last time he had a home cooked meal. Something piping hot and prepared with love. The first bite hits his mouth and he yowls in delight, praising you on how good it tastes. You seem pleased at his reaction. “I'm glad you like it, Doll.” You smile warmly at him, hands supporting your head, elbows on the table. Now his cheeks are heating up. Pinkish hue contrasting his pale skin.

[acewithobsessions]

Headcanon ask game yayyy I love it!

I’m thinking what if Thomas went back to his parents’ house to tell his dad and mom he was leaving Britain forever to live with his partner in America. Because he knew he would never see them alive again. Although he very much knew his father would deny him once more, he just hoped maybe in his father’s twilight years, he would finally accept who his son was.

In my mind, Thomas really craved his father’s approval more than anything. That was projected to Carson since Downton became his home. But all was rooted in his father. So he wanted to have this one last chance to turn things around. Because Thomas knew that this was the only way he could truly accept himself, no matter what others think of him now.

I think when you watch Thomas’ expressions, even when he was invited back to be the butler, or when he smiled at Guy after he resigned, you can still see there was a glimpse of sadness behind his eyes. Maybe that was why.

So, do you think Thomas and his father could be reconciled with each other? And how about his mother? I think she would be more accepting (or perhaps she didn’t really care much idk)? Somehow I got the idea that Thomas was the only boy in the Barrow family so it mattered more to his father. Anyway, please tell me what you think <3

Oh man YES!!!!! (For some reason, as soon as you said it, I pictured the scene from les mis where Marius asks his dad for permission to marry Cosette??)

That part about Carson? Yes, PREACH. I love love love it when people pick up on this. It's one of the most fascinating bits of his character, imo.

Ok so in my personal headcanon, the reason he started work a bit later than was typical (he did this right??) is because his mother died, meaning there was no longer any sense of security at home. (Also because from what I remember, he talks about her in the past tense.) But if she were still alive, that adds even more layers to the whole thing. I'll have to set aside half an hour of my usual pacing to think about this lol

I'd imagine he shows up to their house kind of stiff, with a sort of "f*ck it" attitude. Guy's not there. He understands that this is something Thomas has to do by himself, and Thomas wasn't exactly eager to let him meet his parents, either.

There's no small talk -- he barely even comes inside. He just finds his parents and deadpans, "I'm leaving."

"What?" his mother asks, a little bit breathless.

"I'm leaving," he repeats. "I've got a beau and I'm going to America with him."

There's a familiar flash of anger across his father's face, but he looks so tired that it swallows it right up. He stands up and leaves. For a second, Thomas wonders if he's found ways to keep his thunderstorm inside, to stop it from raging and having the lightning strike others. He wonders if it makes a difference. It doesn't, he decides, but all the same, it's good to know.

(He wonders if he knows just how much the storm can hurt you when it is stuck inside.)

His mother asks him questions until she is satisfied. She doesn't approve, he knows that. But she knows her son is happy, and maybe enough of her cares that her disapproval isn't the most important thing to her anymore.

He finds his father leaning over the table, staring into space. He starts into his pre-prepared spiel - I'm sorry if I've disappointed you, this is who I am, blah blah etc - but his father cuts him off.

"I'm not happy for you." He still won't look up. "But truth be told, I don't think I'd have been happy for you if you'd settled down like the rest of us. I don't think I'd have been happy with anyone." Finally, finally, he looks up. They have the same eyes. How has Thomas never noticed this before? "You survived me. I guess that's as close to close as we're going to get."

Is he high? Maybe he's drunk. He looks sober enough, but Thomas can't connect this person with the image of his father he has in his mind.

Thomas leaves without feeling as though anything's been accomplished, but nothing got worse. Pick your battles and all that. Just as he's leaving, he thinks that maybe, maybe, his father's storm has blown itself out.

Ough, sorry, I wasn't actually trying to write anything. Anyways, all in all, I'd absolutely love to see this kinda thing, whether it goes horribly or not. (Tbh, I think his dad being so articulate in this iteration points to how he's been thinking about this for a while. Which is probably optimistic. So this is one of the better situations...)

Tysm for the ask!! Wonderful idea :D

[writing-for-me-at-this-point]

Heyoooo! I was wondering if the Iseo that you posted about Soap and reader drifting apart after they decided to have a 3some wit ghost was a 1 part thing? If not can their be another extremely angsty part 2?

Cheers, To Us | John "Soap" MacTavish | COD: Modern Warefare II

[ Original ANGST Post, Part One ]

Warnings. mentions of cheating/growing distant, unfulfilled relationships, lowkey toxic relationships

Reader. Fem!reader, female reader, reader has braids, reader is American (American coded? Can't fuckin remember lmao)

AN. I wrote this within the span of one hour and nearly 25 hours with no sleep. Pls enjoy

Tags: @rey26 @trash-important @l1anaisasasama @thatanonymouschocolate (I saw you were looking for part one so here's part two lol) @bbaengtan @corvusmorte @uwu-i-purple-you (saw you guys asking fkr the first one in comments and decided yall might want one AND two lol)

Rain falls, heavy and unforgiving, and your mood seems to dampen along with the ground. Curled into the window seat, the lamp light leaves a warm, dim, tone to wash over you, and a book in hand as your head rests against the lush pillows and curtains. You tried your best to move on, to find peace, and maybe allow yourself to find it as well. God knows you tried.

“Beba, you really gonna sit there and mope, or actually read the book?” Your friend calls out, breaking you from the beginning of a spiral into another descent of depression and anxiety, and a sigh leaves you as the book is shut and tossed to the nearest coffee table.

“Neither.” You groan, meeting her in the kitchen as groceries and necessities are unpacked and put away in the correct areas, allowing you to move and sit at the bar and watch quietly. The silence is comfortable, and your mind settles, something that gratefulness cannot even begin to touch as a description.

“So, you going back? Saw some emails from old friends…” She starts, deep brown eyes staring deeply into yours, before yours find the back of your head, and she only laughs at your antics. She's finished placing things away, and opens the cabinet, the clanking of glass makes you wince just a bit.

“Maybe, not too sure yet.” You start, before a glass comes to your countertop, a vodka bottle soon filling it before filling the cup further from you.

“But?”

“But, Laswell has a place for me through some connections. Intell is always needed, and some guy… eh what's his name?” You wonder aloud, moving to take a sip of the hard liquor, pursing your lips together as you get more… acquired with the taste once again.

“D-Day! That's his name… Wayne “D-Day” Davis” You’re proud of remembering the name.

“That's… a name. A real American, huh?” Your friend snorts, turning away quickly before coming back, leaning against the countertop and nearly finishing her drink there.

“Take it easy, girlie. You’re not the uprooted one here.” You laugh, and she continues on, shaking her head.

“Uprooted. How is that, by the way? Enjoying being back home, rather than Scotland?” It’s genuine, and your eyes still water at the name of your old… home. An old life. One broken away from, because of a stupid decision, one you hate, but had to move on from.

It doesn’t hurt as much as it used to. 

“Come on, Hen. Talk to me, please.” His hands move to your hips, desperately trying to grab at you, gentle enough to let you leave, but firm enough to let you know he wants you in his hold. 

Stay. Please. He begs in his mind.

“Get away from me, John. I can’t do this right now.” You move from his hands, going to change out of your pajamas into clothing, ready to get things ready for the day. You’re exhausted. Mentally, physically, emotionally. You wanted to be free of this. Of him. Even if it’s killing you, and your soul would damn you for leaving a love like this behind, but the pain was too much- and you didn’t want this anymore.

It’s not like he’d care.

He has different… priorities.

“Well, when can ya? Ya never seem to have the time for me. Or us.” He’s choked up, and you can imagine the tears welling up in his eyes, but you didn’t find your heart weeping for him like it would have months ago.

You stop moving, tense, dead silent. John can only regret his words and actions so much, but when you’ve been acting like this, he feels more justified in his feelings for Ghost.

But he wanted you too, he wanted you back and normal again. Happy to see him, in love, always talking his ear off and eating the food he’d make for you. The happiness in the air whenever he came home from being gone for months on end at times.

Months… with Ghost. As much as he missed you, he was never as lonely as you were, huh? Never as loyal.

Maybe he should have expected this.

“Well you seem to have the time for Ghost. Why don’t you go to him? It’s what you’ve been doing anyways.” You grit through your teeth, moving across the room to finally change, deciding on what you needed to do first. From the embassy to the lawyer, your mind is running wild and John begging at your hip like a lost puppy isn't helping.

“That’s not fair, Hen…” He whispers, standing in the same place, watching you throw on your clothing and tuck your braids into your hood, desperate to keep warm from the chill. Lord knows “Johnny” wasn’t going to warm you anytime.

“It isn’t fair I lost my husband to a Ghost. Looks like nothings fair nowadays.” You go on, pushing past John to grab your phone and wallet from the nightstand, not responding to his small “goodbye” as you leave the room, and the house soon after.

Yeah, nothing seemed to be fair. Not for him. And especially not for you.

“I’ll be fine. Probably gonna focus on work… friends… family.” You mumble into your drink, deciding to mimic your friend's earlier actions and take a large swing of the liquor, needing to numb your mind for a quick second.

“But not yourself?” She mused, tilting her head, a sad smile gracing her face.

“You would know how to do that best, I’m guessing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Focusing on yourself, and only yourself, after a break up,” She rolled her eyes at you, finding irony in your words, before moving to grab the bottle of vodka and refill your cups of uncertainty and sorrow.

“Valeria.” You finished, and she perks up at her name, clicking her tongue against her teeth before continuing her questioning of you. There's a cheerful sway in her movements and it leaves worrying thoughts only to fester.

“Oh, I know very well. But, that's why you're here, no? To focus on you, and your own needs.” A sigh leaves you once again, and at least you know your lungs are working, while your brain short circuits in reasoning and logic.

“Yeah. My needs, a place to hide, a place that they’ll never find me. Until I go back, that is, a girl needs to work, needs her money.” You finish another glass, and your mind spins, Valeria finds glee in seeing your tongue loosen and speak your mind.

“Two birds with one stone. You get your privacy until you decide on what to do, and I have a piece to use against Los Vaqueros and their friends, a win-win.” Her smile is wide and your heart stutters.

“A piece against them? Or him?”

“Does it matter?”

“I guess not.”

Your glasses are filled once again, and clink to a toast, a promise is made and leaves you both satisfied after this night.

You both will get what you want and need, soon enough.

[existslikepristin]

I edited this post with my (essentially) finished paint job as well as a rundown of how I got crushed in the first game, in case you're curious to hear about my utter failure that kept me from posting this for a week, lol. If you're not, there's smut after this Keep Reading line

Tags: NSFW, S.M.U.T., genie, anal

(Story Index)

On the table again…

You rub at your temples and finish stepping out of your shorts. You’re hearing a lot of things that feel rather unnecessary, and frankly, you’re more than a bit tired. “Can we just… let’s go with the table again.”

Joy snorts back a laugh and nods. “Sure thing, master.” And with that, she floats into the air again, drifts horizontally over your head, and settles onto her back on the table. The mug of tea lands next to her face and a curly straw appears, allowing her to sip at it without getting up. She points her legs straight toward the ceiling, blocking her face from view, and, like a dancer—imagine that—, she slowly spreads them to either side. Her ass is still plugged, and her lack of a vagina is still very weird.

“Not trying to be presumptuous with the missionary position, master. Just thought you might like to see how my titties bounce this time. Or feel them. They’re yours to do with as you please, after all. Like the rest of me is.”

You step up and pull the plug out of her ass, taking a bit less time to appreciate the beauty of the action than before, as you’re just in it for the fucking this time. You take note of the brief deluge of your cum that follows, but ultimately pay it no mind, shoving your cock past it and into Joy’s butt.

For a second, Joy gargles sensually, but then swallows the mouthful of tea and moans instead.

It’s just as effortless as the first time, fucking Joy’s asshole. You glide in and out, getting massaged all the way. You could get used to this.

And yup, you’re used to it! You’ve already grown accustomed to it. It’s only been like half an hour since meeting Joy, and you can see yourself buried in her ass for probably forever. Not that you’ll literally do that. Probably.

Joy pulls her legs up a bit, and you take in the view except for her weird lack of pussy. Her thighs jiggle with each of your thrusts, her lips gape as she pants, and her boobs tempt you with their bounces. She did specifically say she was getting on her back so you could see them, and she did say they were yours, so…

You lean forward, scooping Joy’s tits into your palms. They’re just barely too large for your hands, which, as you think about it, doesn’t quite make sense as a measurement for boobs. It’s not clear exactly how you’re supposed to define a handful. Like, Joy’s tits aren’t that big. If you had to guess, they’re even a little smaller than the average (or so you assume from all the porn you watch). With the way they spread out from your fingers a bit as you squeeze though, you're not so sure you can call them a handful or even know exactly where to measure from. The bottom of the tit is pretty easy to determine, but where it ends on top is more nebulous. You could measure a handful if they were upright and you were behind her, cupping them. You suspect then she’d be just about a handful, but so could any number of other boob sizes. You might have to start specifying between heaping, rounded, and leveled handfuls perhaps, like in recipes. Then, of course, you’d need to take into account the size of your hand—

“Something on your mind, master?”

Options:

Yes. It’s time to go to a strip club, so you can take some scientific measurements. Right after you’re finished here.

Oh shit, right! You’re supposed to be meeting with a friend of yours tonight! Right after you’re finished here.

Suddenly you want to bake something. Tell her to help you bake something. Right after you’re finished here.

You’re still thinking about other exotic fucking locations. That was the second place vote… You don’t even have to finish here.

[uglypastels]

I got you on the That 70s show request, so Eddie and Reader as Jackie and Hyde (loves of my life): Eddie teaching reader how to handle antagonization like Hyde taught Jackie how to be Zen when Laurie was being a bitch. Bonus points if Reader jumps a girl like Jackie kicked Laurie’s ass after all that training on how to not let someone get to them lol orrrr the wedding prep stuff, Nancy has Reader take Jonathan along to get the silverware/tux/etc for their wedding as a punishment even though Eddie told Reader she’s not allowed to even think about weddings since she’s been trying to plan theirs since they got together

i decided to go for the first scenario because I love that episode haha. tried to do something a bit different with it. i hope it works.

warnings: bullying. swearing. physical altercations

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High school was a nightmare, and that was no exaggeration. 

Each day was a battle for survival, in which you had to be on the constant lookout for your predator— Charlene Fenwick, head children and head Bitch Royale. For some unexplainable reason, she had chosen you to torture this year, which led you to avoid the most common spaces in the building like the plague. You had not been seen in the cafeteria for the past three weeks. Not after Charlene had spilt her water bottle, which most definitely did not contain water, all over your head.

You were just grabbing a book out of your locker when you heard her shriek of a giggle. ‘There you are.’ 

Each night you would lay awake imagining all the things you wanted to tell her, but then when the moment came, and you would freeze, letting her stomp all over you like a bug. You quickly shut your locker before she got the chance to look inside. There was no need to give her any more fuel for her constant pestering. 

‘Nice jacket,’ she smacked her bubblegum between words. ‘Was there a sale at the dump or something?’ 

There wasn’t anything wrong with your army jacket. You had spent the summer finding the best patches to stitch onto it, and were actually really happy with how it turned out. Trying your best to ignore the nasty comments, you avoided Charlene’s eyes at all times. There was no point in fighting it, and trying to comment back would just spur her on even more to continue, the sadistic bitch. And yet, you couldn’t be silenced. 

‘Do you really not have anything better to do, Charlene?’ you said out loud, already feeling your body run down in cold sweat of fear. She most definitely heard you, and there was no decent reaction that could result from that. 

‘Whatever, loser.’ She suddenly smiled and smacked your books out of your hands. A chorus of laughter erupted from behind her as you bent down to pick them up, muttering curses as they walked away. 

‘You shouldn’t let her get to you like that,’ a much friendlier voice spoke. You looked up to see Eddie sit down on the ground next to you and pick up the loose papers that fell out of your history book. 

‘Not everyone can be Mr Cool Devil Worshipper, you know,’ you rolled your eyes as he handed you the rest of your things. 

‘I’m flattered,’ he helped you get up as well, ‘but I mean it. You got to let it slide. She wants you to lower down to her level.’

‘So what should I do then?’ 

‘Stand up for yourself,’ he stated as if it was the easiest thing in the world. All you could do was scoff.

‘I’ve been trying to do that for the past month.’ 

‘No, I’ve seen you try. Not like that. That was quite sad. What you got to do is show her you’re better than her– and don’t even try to tell me that you’re not.’ He shut you up before you could even try and say something. 

‘Again, I’m not you, Munson. I don’t know how to all– well, like you.’

‘What can I say,’ he leaned against the wall of lockers, ‘it’s an art.’ the comment received another eye-roll from you. ‘But like any art, it can be taught. I can help you, if you want?’ 

‘How?’ 

‘No idea. Meet me at the picnic tables after school. We’ll just try and see.’ And that was that. The bell rang, and the two of you were off to your respective classes. There were still two more periods between you and seeing Eddie again. As one of your best (and only) friends, he probably thought he needed to help you, but it was still appreciated. You walked up to the picnic tables only a few minutes before him. The sun was shining from between the thick layers of leaves. 

‘Alright, then.’ He sat down opposite you at the table. Throwing his vest and jacket on the seat next to him. ‘I had all of sixth period to think about you– your problem. You have to show you don’t care. Let her words literally fall like water of a duck’s back. See right through her. That’s how you’ll get under her skin.’

‘You have a real way of making things sound really easy, Munchie.’

‘You calling me easy?’ He raised an eyebrow.

‘No! No, I just meant–’ you noticed the small smile he was giving you. ‘Oh, fuck off.’ You laughed. 

‘I was going to say you were right, but we’d be going off track here.’ 

‘Ok, sooo… how do I get under her skin?’ You ask, eager to learn his tricks. Everyone at school knew how much shit Eddie got from the jocks– especially Jason– but what was even more noticeable how little that seemed to affect him. Most days, he was seen taunting his bullies right back. Although, that might come hand-in-hand with his reputation as the local spawn of satan. You weren’t so lucky. 

All Eddie did, however, to answer your question, was shrug. 

‘Should I say something to her?’

‘That’s cool.’ What the–

‘Do I do go to the principal?’

‘Whatever.’ 

‘Oh, c’mon, Munson, this is really not funny.’ 

‘No, that was your first lesson.’ He said, leaning back (and almost falling backwards off the bench). 

‘I don’t understand.’

‘Noticed how annoyed you got when I dismissed everything you said? Imagine if you were really trying to get to me personally. It will drive Charlene insane.’

‘That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.’ So stupid, it might just work, but you weren’t going to admit that to Eddie. There was no need to boost his ego like that… just yet. 

‘You try it then.’ He gave you the stage with open arms. 

‘What?’ You were so confused. 

‘–Ever. Whatever. It works better with both syllables.’ 

‘Whatever.’ You repeated, but with much more hesitance and none of that aloofness that Eddie had conveyed. He made you repeat it, over and over again. Until you were inches away from insanity. The word started to feel foreign on your tongue, losing all its meaning. 

‘This is dumb. I can’t do it.’ You just had to accept that you would never be able to stop Charlene from torturing you. 

‘Last time I checked, I hadn’t raised a quitter. I believe in you and that you can kick that cheerleader’s ass… maybe not physically; cheerleaders are crazy strong, but for sure mentally. Send her packing to Pennhurst.

‘You’re just overthinking it. Let it all go. Here,’ he took you by the hand, ‘Shake all that shit off,’ and he shook your arm. You couldn’t help but laugh, which, in turn, cracked a smile on his face. ‘Be casual and ambiguous and don’t let anyone walk over you ever again.’ 

‘Whatever,’ you shrugged. 

‘Atta girl.’ Eddie squeezed your hand. ‘Tomorrow you’re eating lunch with Hellfire.’

The smile disappeared off your face. ‘I don’t know…’

‘No, you got to face your bubblegum-popping, perm-wearing demons. Show her whose the fucking boss. Don’t run away.’ 

He really gave you very little choice. So, the next day, clutching your backpack, too nervous to eat, you sat down at the Hellfire table. As everyone else got into a conversation, you tried to join in, but all you could focus on were the entrance doors. Every few seconds, you caught yourself looking up to see who was walking in. Charlene would be here any minute; you were sure of it. 

Eddie grabbed your hand under the table. ‘Relax.’

‘I’m trying–’

‘Oh isn’t this cute!’ Charlene’s voice boomed over everyone else. People around you started looking. Even though you were looking down at the magazine Eddie had handed you earlier (“Whatever you do, do not look at her. Ignore her.”), you could tell all her words were directed at you. She didn’t care about the guys. They had become immune to bullies years ago. She knew you were the weak one in the pack, and she was going in for the kill. 

‘How nice of them to let you join in, y/n. I would have thought there was no hope for you anywhere.’ 

‘Whatever.’ You flipped the page of the magazine, hoping she couldn’t see how much your hand was shaking. From the corner of your eye, you could see Eddie’s lip turn up in a smirk. On the other side, Charlene crossed her arms and straightened her posture– trying to look bigger and more intimidating. 

‘Still wearing that barf bag of a jacket, I see.’

‘That’s cool.’ 

‘Just piss off, Charlene.’ Eddie was getting tired of her bullshit. 

‘Getting your boyfriend to stand up for you? How mature.’ 

‘Whatever.’ You and Eddie both said at the same time. That was really the last straw for her.

‘Well, I’m happy you losers found each other. Just wish you would have told me earlier, I would have brought some snacks for the freakshow.’ 

You weren’t sure why those exact words hit you harder than usual. Perhaps because she was insulting your friends, but everything turned black. You could just about hear yourself say “Enough” as you stood up. The next thing you knew, someone was pulling you of off Charlene. Your arms and face stung, and Charlene was on the ground, eyes wide with shock. 

It was difficult to explain the principal why you and the head cheerleader had matching cut and bruised lips, but one good thing came out of being send to his office. 

They always made you wait out three, no matter if you were waiting for a good or bad reason. So, as you sat in the small chair, ice pack against your face, Eddie popped up in the window facing the hallway.  

‘Hey there Rocky.’ He had the biggest smile on his face. 

‘Very funny.’ You closed your eyes, ashamed of what you had done, but mostly sad at how little you had taken from what Eddie tried to teach you. His zen strategies lasted all of five seconds. ‘What do you want?’ 

‘I wanted to apologise.’

‘What for?’

‘For  totally underestimating you. Charlene had nothing on you.’ He mimicked a punch motion. ‘You were– incredible.’ as kind as his words were, they didn’t make you feel better. ‘But Charlene also made me think of something.’

‘Do share.’ 

‘I actually kind of liked her calling me your boyfriend, so, I was just wondering, would you maybe like to go out sometimes?’ He seemed strangely awkward asking this question, very unlike himself. But you knew the perfect response to his question. 

‘That’s cool.’ 

'Whatever,' Eddie smirked as he walked away. 'I'll pick you up at 8.'

the end

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[jokerislandgirl32]

Karma’s A B*tch…

So I heard the news surrounding the JoJo version of this song and this version, and I had to listen to both and watch the videos (bit traumatized by JoJo’s ngl… she’s literally looked like Pennywise at one point and he freaks me out, so yeah…).

I am personally crazy about Brit’s version, and the music video for this version fits the lyrics perfectly! So, it made me think about Zach and Violet (of course, lol)! And even though they don’t “cheat” on each other, there are undertones of infidelity in their relationship prior to them getting together because they both pursue other relationships while in love with each other. If that makes sense.

So, I see this as a Zach song because he regrets what he does to Violet, but after finding out she’s dating too he becomes jealous and hopes karma will seek revenge on her. But Zach’s spiteful wish does not play out as he hoped…Violet’s hurt in the process, in ways he never imagined.

See below cut for some fic clips, connections to the song. Please note that there are mentions of infidelity (kind of?), cursing, implied abuse, ill wishes, mentions of alcohol consumption and drunkenness, and implied illness.

“Another late night, another crazy mood And I didn't think twice what it would do to you I was a wild child, you always knew it It was a matter of time before I blew it…”

I stood slumped in the doorway to my hotel room looking at Gourmand with annoyance, he stood in front of me holding something behind his back, “what do you want?”

Gourmand shuffled his feet and produced a tea service tray, “I-I know you left sick…I thought some peppermint tea might help.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, grimacing at the mention of sickness that had landed me under the table and in my room for the entire evening, unknown to him or anyone else in attendance I hadn’t just eaten too many clams…I was so drunk I felt like I’d pass out at any moment, but I wasn’t drunk enough to not know he hadn’t just come to my room to give me tea, “oh yeah? You care about me? You wanna make sure I’m okay, ha! If I didn’t know better I’d say you have a crush on me!”

Gourmand’s eyes met mine, a serious expression on his face, “I do…”

I felt my jaw drop. All I had been thinking about that day was Violet. So much so I’d tried to drink her memory away… and it hadn’t helped, but this…this opportunity…it wasn’t one I could pass up. Maybe I couldn’t drink her memory away, but replacing the relationship I so desired with Violet, for one with Gourmand instead…wasn’t such a bad option.

“Why don’t you come on in,” I purred, giving him my most charming smile.

Karma's a bitch, I should've known better If I had a wish, I would've never messed around When I saw the pics of you with HIM, I felt the knife twist Karma's a bitch, and HE’S with you right now

I growled as I saw the social media post sent to me from one of Violet’s old schoolmates, Iris. Violet was in bed with another man! That creep Travis who’d tried to hurt her the night I kissed her, the night she let it slip she loved me, the night I fell for her! She was with him and not with me!

How could she do this to me?!? Sure, I’d been with Gourmand, sure I’d stopped any romantic advances toward her, but I loved her! I wanted her! She was meant to be with me, not a creep like him! Well, I decided, she can have him, she can do whatever she wants. I don’t need her! And she’ll get…she’ll get what’s coming to her.

“And when I lay me down to sleep, it's not your body next to me This lonely room feels so empty, just me and my regrets…”

I lay in bed staring at a picture of Violet and me together from her high school graduation, she looked so happy, vibrant, beautiful. My hand had been resting on her stomach, I’d started tickling her to get her to laugh for the picture and she’d placed her hand over mine to stop me…then her aunt had snapped the photo…it looked like we were a couple.

I turned over trying to get her off my mind: she was with Travis, I’d just broken up with Gourmand, all of this was my fault. At that moment my cellphone rang, I usually would have ignored it at such an hour, but the number said it was coming from North Carolina and that piqued my interest. Violet was in North Carolina, maybe she’d gotten a new number?

I answered the phone trying to keep my voice steady, but it broke from my anticipation, “H-Hello?”

“Zach?” It wasn’t Violet’s voice that greeted me, but that of her cousin Paige.

“PAIGE?” I shouted, jolting up in bed, “why are you calling me now? Do you realize what time it is?!?!”

Paige sounded different, not her usual sassy and sarcastic self, it sounded like she’d been crying, “I’m sorry Zach, but it’s Violet…something is wrong, she won’t talk to me…It’s that boyfriend of hers…”

She paused sniffling, “I know…I know Iris sent you the picture, and I know you are mad and you haven’t been talking to her, but it’s not what it looks like…look at it again…At her back and arms…the scratches…Violet’s being…I think he’s hurting her…Zach, please come down here, she’ll listen to you, she’ll talk to you. Please help her….”

My mouth went dry, I shakily opened the pictures app on my phone and look at the picture I’d cursed at every day since I got it…Paige was right…something was very wrong…and before I broke down in tears of my own I choked out, “I’ll be there tomorrow, we can talk about it more…let me know where to meet you,” before I disconnected the call.

An anguished sob left my throat, “THIS IS ALL MY FAULT!”

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I know this is a lot to take in, but I hope you all enjoyed it! I’m really trying to flesh out Ziolet’s story, and posts like this are part of that process!

[sweet-villain]

Taste Of Bitterness~ E.M ft S.H

Anonymous asked:

Could you do some angst and fluff maybe smut if it fits in where eddie and reader are dating and the relationship is very new like they knew each other bc she was a part of hellfire but they never hung out outside of that. Until after vecna happ they got closer. He's insecure bc she's really close with Steve and he knows so much about her compared to eddie. Like steve brings something up when him and eddie are just hanging out and it upset him bc you never told him that. He ends up getting jealous kinda possessive whenever steve is around. Then you confront him on why he's acting like that and he tells you why but then you remind him how he had a chance when you guys were in hellfire to get to know you more but he only kept your friendship limited and never wanted to hang out with you. He even would invite chrissy to watch his band play at the hideout but he still as of now even invited you to watch them. End with like fluff once eddie realizes he's a jerk lol

Angst/ Fluff

You closed your locker and turned around just in time to see your boyfriend's mop of curls as he walked past you with Gareth on one side of him with Jeff on the other. He sends you a wink listening to Gareth.

" Hey Y/N!" you heard Dustin call you as he jogged over with something in his hands. " My mom wanted me to give you these" he handed you a box. " What's this?" you glance down. His face beamed with happiness knowing what it is. You shrugged as you opened the container to see fresh baked cookies.

" It's her way of saying thank you for looking over at the house while she was away last week" you walked with him to lunch. " You should take one, I can't eat all of these" you motioned to all the cookies inside the container. There were a lot. Dustin's mom loved you like a daughter, she knows how close you and Dustin are too.

He takes one out to the container and let's out a satisfying sound as he takes the bite.

"It's that good?" you laugh. He nods.

You continued to walk with him to the lunch line as he got his lunch, you already had yours in your hands.

" You have no idea how much my mom loves you, you're like a daughter she have had. Imagine if you were my sister?" He asks.

" You'd be an amazing brother" he pouted as he awed. " What you two awning about?" Mike had joined the line as he stood behind you.

" Just talking about how awesome Dustin would be as my brother" you tell him, turning to glance at him. Mike shrugs.

" I wouldn't say that" Dustin threw him a glare.

" Be nice" you pointed a finger at him, as you shook your head. The three you walked to the Hellfire, sitting down next to Eddie who was in a conversation with Gareth.

" My girl" Eddie stopped talking to Gareth as he turned to face you, leaning over to kiss your cheek. Your cheek redden as you glanced down at your lap. The other boys at the table watched you too.

Eddie's arm wrapped around your waist as he put his head on your shoulder, " How was your day?" he asked.

" It was good, Patrick asked me out or well tried too and I said no, he didn't stop until he tripped over my feet walking out of class" you snort remembering the moment heads turned and laughed.

" That's my girl" Eddie says as he kisses your cheek. The only time you and Eddie had spend time together was during lunch and at Hellfire.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You embraced Eddie in you arms, holding onto the shoulder of his battle jacket. You were scared that he wasn't going to make it back to you. He promised. Dustin had informed you that he wanted to sacrifice himself to save him and the rest. You knew what kind of monsters that have been crawling into Hawkins.

Vecna too.

" Never leave me" you mumble into his shoulder with tears in your eyes begging to spill over. Eddie held you in his arms as he ran a hand up and down your back.

" I promise, sweets" he pulls away from you to take a look at you. Your eyes were glossy with fresh tears running down like waterfalls. You never want to lose him. He is your everything.

His hands cup your cheeks as his thumb wiped away your tears. He brought his forehead against yours.

" I'm right here" he says, you sniffled looking into his brown doe eyes.

Dustin watched the two of you embrace each other. You hadn't been able to tag along with the gang to go into Upside Down. You were handcuffed to the door. Eddie had insisted and Steve did too, the both of them worked together to have you in safety.

" What the fuck are you doing?!"you yelled as you tugged on the wrist that was in the handcuffed as you glared at Steve.

" It's not safe for you there" Steve says.

" Sweets, you need to stay here. I need you here" Eddie says with pleading eyes as he holds the spear in his hand. " But I wanna help!" you snuggled against the handcuff with a pout, a stomp of your foot.

" You're better off here" Robin says as she interjects.

" I fee like I'm useless" you sighed.

Eddie walks over to you as he puts his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes.

" I promise I'll come back to you. I love you" he says as he pecks your lips. He did come back to you, with the mention that he almost died.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Since the whole thing with Vecna, Eddie and you had grown closer together. But too his much likable taste, you and Steve were closer. He took notice of the way you would laugh more around Steve, hoe his jokes would make you clutch your stomach and something inside of him irked.

The door to Family Video flew open and Eddie walked in seeing Steve organizing one of the sections while Robin stood behind the counter.

" Look what the cat dragged in" Steve says as he turns to look over at Eddie, " Munson."

" Harrington" Eddie greets him and waves to Robin who sends him a smile. " What are you interesting in watching his afternoon?" Steve asks.

" Nightmare on Elm Street" Eddie mumbles as he walks over to the horror section. " Again? How many times have you seen it?"

Eddie shrugs, " It's one of my favorites."

" How's Y/N? I haven't seen her in a while" Robin says as she walks over to Eddie and looks through the films on the shelves that could peek Eddie's interest.

" I had breakfast with her this morning, she has a shift at the record store" Robin nods.

Steve turns to face the two and puts his hands on his hips, " Didn't Greg offer to give her the store? Make her the owner? She's been working there forever"

Eddie's eyebrow scrunches up together in a line.

You hadn't told him that Greg offered you the store. That you would own it. His frown deepens as he continues hearing how Steve talk about you.

" Her favorite movie is Pretty in Pink, you know?" Steve asks bringing it over to Eddie and holding it out. Eddie grumbles underneath his breath as he snatches the film out of his hands.

" Thanks" Eddie bitterly says as he walks over to the counter with Nightmare on Elm Street in his other hand. It really hurts him how Steve seems to know more about you than him, your own boyfriend.

Robin puts into the computer of the films he took out and passes them back to Eddie.

" Tell Y/N to call me" she says. Eddie grumbles underneath his breath as he passes by Steve making sure to bump his shoulder into him.

Steve stumbles back and looks at Eddie's back in confusion. What did he do?

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Eddie's hand balls into a fist as he stares at you and Steve. His nose scrunches up in anger. He hears the sound of your laugher. He should be the one making you laugh.

You, Robin, Nancy, Steve, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, El and the rest were hanging in Steve backyard by the pool. It's a hot summer day, and you were wearing shorts with a tank top with your hair in a side braid.

" Instead of being glum and glaring at Harrington, you should go get your girl" Robin says as she sits down besides Eddie on one of the lounge chairs. Eddie turns his head toward her, " I am not glum or glaring."

She gives him the look like yeah right.

Eddie sighs as he stands up from the chair and makes his way over to you.

" You keep changing the flavor of ice cream you like every summer, it's ridiculous" Steve says throwing his hands up in the air. Truthfully, Steve had known you since his King Steve days. Thought, the two of you ran in different crowds, he was aware of your existence and would teas you about how much ice cream you liked.

" Excuse me, Harrington but rocky road is yummier this summer"

An arm wraps around your waist pulling you flush against a pale like chest filled with tattoos.

" Hey baby" you greeted Eddie with a kiss on his chin. His lips are in a thin line as he stares at Steve with squinted eyes.

" I thought chocolate your favorite. You can't make up your mind"

Eddie was upset that you hadn't told him that you had changed what ice cream flavor you liked this summer. As silly as it sounds, it was important to him. He wanted to know everything about you.

" That was last year, things change" Steve roll his eyes.

" Next thing you know, you'll change your favorite movie"

" Actually-" Steve groans as he pinches the bridge of your nose, " You like watching Carrie? Since when are you into horror?"

Eddie glanced down at you with a small pout, as the grip on your hips tightened. You looked up seeing his jaw clenched as he continued to stare at Steve.

There is a hint of jealous written on his face.

" Are you staying over, sweetheart?" Eddie asks as he turns you around to face him. You look up at him with innocent eyes and a smile on your face.

" Yes, do you not want me too?" you asked. " I can go home if you don't want me to"

" No, I do" he says as he leans down and captures your lips with his, shoving his tongue into your mouth as his hands grab your hips pressing himself against you.

The kiss held possession and hunger as his tongue roamed every inch of your mouth.

" Gross" you heard Steve says as he walks away leaving you alone with Eddie. You pulled away from him, breathless.

" What was that about?" you asked, hands wrapped around his neck. You didn't mind that he chose to kiss you like that. But there was something about it.

" Just wanted to kiss you, you have really kissable lips" he pecks your lips again.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The car ride back to the trailer, was filled with silence. Eddie didn't even turn on his music in the van as he drove. You were looking out the window looking out the trees and everything else as Eddie drove.

The grip on the steering wheel tightened as Eddie thought about how Steve knew more things about you than he did. Eddie was your boyfriend. Not Steve Harrington.

The trailer wasn't too far ahead as Eddie spend up, pressing on the gas. His teeth gritted together as he parked the van. He didn't even open your door when he got out, simply getting out the keys to open the front door. Wayne was working at the plant, he would be late home.

You walked into the trailer after Eddie, dropping your bag on the couch and removing your jacket.

" What's up with you tonight?" you asked. Eddie paused in his step hearing your question. His back was to you and your eyes traced the letters of the Dio on the back of his vest.

He turns around slowly. His nose is scrunched up and fists on both of his sides as he glares at you, chuckling a bit. It's not a friendly chuckle at all.

" What?" you asked. He rolls his eyes as he takes off his jacket and vest and throws it on the couch with yours.

" You got some nerve, Y/N" he used your name instead of sweets or sweetheart. This wasn't good.

" What do you mean?" Eddie throws his hands up, " I don't know! Maybe you should date, Harrington instead!" he angrily spats out.

" Harrington? Why would I want to date Steve? I love you" He rolls his eyes putting his arms across his chest.

" Steve know everything about you apparently from Greg giving you the record store to your favorite film to your favorite ice cream of the season. What am I? Chopped liver?"

You stared at him in disbelief taking a few steps to stand in front of him as you poked him in the chest, " You had your chance to get to know me back when I was in Hellfire, at lunch too. But all we did, was ask each other about the other days, kiss, make out, have sex and I was just part of your campaign!" He stumbled back as you poked him as you said each word.

He stared at you with his mouth a gap.

" Now all of sudden your full of anger and jealous that Steve took the time to get to know me. We are friends, I would never do that to you. But lets talk about when you limited our friendship? I've spend more times with Mike and Dustin than you back than! You never wanted to hang out with me!"

" I did, what are you talking about? We hanged out"

You laughed, " At lunch? At the spot? That's what you call hanging out?"

You shook your head, " We had other options to hang out at, even here! When the whole thing with Vecna happened, that's when everything changed. I was scared to lose you, you were scared to los me. That was the time we became closer, we hung out at Steve's house, you came to my job, I came over to sleep over, I met Wayne and you stand there wanting to show your jealous of Steve Harrington!"

He was at loss of words staring at you with a small pout on your face.

You sighed as you rubbed your temple.

" I've heard from Nancy and Robin that you invited Chrissy at one point to the Hide Out" his face dropped at the mention of her name.

You noticed the change in his face, chuckling, " Yeah I knew about that and held my tongue. I knew you used to have a crush on her and swoon at her whenever she looked at you Eddie, I knew. Yet, I never once said anything because I cared about that you wanted to have someone like her in your life. You wanted to be her friend."

" She wasn't special like you, sweetheart" he softly says, his eyes are glossy with tears.

" You never invited me to watch your band play, yet you invited her.." your voice becomes softer as you near to tears. " She must of meant more to you than I ever could be"

Eddie shakes his head as he takes a hold of both your hands in his and tugs you close. He buries his head in your hair, kissing on top of it.

" I'm sorry I got jealous sweets" he moves back as he looks down at you with those brown doe eyes and pout. He knew you'd melt at the sight of it. Your heart melted as you looked up at him.

He was so pretty.

" I was angry that Steve kept bringing all the things you were into and you weren't telling me anything. We have been dating for a couple of months now and I feel like, I'm nothing compared to Steve" he scowls at the mention of Steve.

Your thumb ran over on top of his hand.

" I want to know every detail about you. What things make you upset, angry, happy and most of all I want them to only be shared between us" he says bringing his head down, putting his forehead on yours.

" I love you, sweets. I do. You're the first person to make me feel like love is real. That this is what I deserve, I don't wanna lose you. I don't wanna fight with you or make you upset... I just want you..I will always want you"

You couldn't stay mad at Eddie, not when he was being such a romantic with word. He had a thing with words.

" Listen, Steve and I are best friends. He knew me since he was King Steve" you rolled your eyes, " We bonded over the time he changed, he became my best friend and when you came along, I wanted more with you. I want you, Eddie. Always you. It's been you all along. You're going to be my first and only choice"

" God, I love you" he says as he captures your lips with his, moving them with yours in a dance. When you pull away, jokingly you say, " I'm not God, but I'll take it" you nudges you playfully but you grab a fistful of his shirt and tug him down, " I'm not done with kisses yet. I love you too, you know? Always"

" I'll give you all the kisses you want"

" Less talking, more lip locking " he laughs and brings his head down capturing your lips with his.

[ladymorghul]

It haunts me that viserys threw a massive hunt for aegon's second name day and then proceeded to ignore him for the rest of his life except to yell at him. Like. Did Aegon know about the royal hunt? Did the people around him mention it? did his mother tell him about it, to reassure him that his father did love him? (or that at least at one point he did) Does he wonder what happened? Does he wonder what happened to make viserys suddenly stop acknowledging him? Did he wonder if his father see something in aegon that caused him to stop loving him when he grew up? Did he wonder if viserys saw him as unworthy of love? Does he have trouble reconciling the image of the distant father he has with the one that apparently existed, long ago?

It haunts me if Aegon was told that he was well-loved his father and by the people at that hunt, when he was only two years old. And yet he can't really believe that, because he can't remember love like that, never been shown that at all from his father. So when the people start to cheer at his coronation, when people are happy to see him despite never knowing him, like they did when he was just a two year old being carried down the carriage, maybe that's the first time he actually believes that the royal hunt really did happen.

given the talk between alicent and aegon in the carriage, i find that alicent would definitely be the kind of mother to somehow soften the blow of viserys not caring about aegon or any of his children with her. i feel like if aegon would say “father hates me”, alicent would either dismiss the conversation entirely or just tell him “that’s not true”. it’s basically what she does in the carriage. and even though that conversation is also to convince herself of viserys choosing aegon, it also shows that she tries to tell aegon that his father loved him. 

alicent would definitely care that her children feel unloved and she’d try to do her best to come up with excuses as to why viserys isn’t interested or insist that he does care in his own way.

i’ve said this before, but even though i do not want to baby aegon, or men of the time who obviously were more privilaged, i do think that despite aegon rejecting the throne, there must have been one time in his life when he wondered why was he the first son to be set aside? 

again, not babying him as this is something many daughters have probably wondered for years... “why not me?”

but yeah i think there’s a bitterness within aegon when it comes to viserys, you see it in the way he looks at him during the episode 8 speech at the feast. and i think maybe aegon knows of the time when he was shown affection, but i don’t think he likes to think about it just because it was a very long time ago and he’s never felt that again from his father. 

i do imagine, as a little HC, aegon in some tavern and someone snickering behind their drink. “look at him, the king’s son”. 

(i imagine he’d either start feeling worse and drink more, or he’d be ready to slam another head on the table. there’s no inbetween with aegon lol)

obviously, aegon has never helped his own situation at all so there’s no props to give.