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bomber-grl · 10 months ago

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Nico Di Angelo x Son of the fates ♾️

Pairing(s): Nico Di Angelo x Male! Reader

The request was one of the specific fates but I feel like my hcs could be applicable to any

Definitely an interesting dynamic

When you’re first introduced to each other there isn’t much interest but then he hears your godly parent

I’d imagine that there would be a ton of thoughts going through his head but one especially comes to mind

That would be Bianca

Sure, he’s learned to accept what happened but the pain and need for her still exists- even if it’s a bit different

You two were introduced in a group, probably while things were being discussed in the big house between cabins

Either way you peak his interest and his eyes follow you wherever you go

Unbeknownst to him, you’re aware of this-

Not many people know but you’re able to see glimpses of the future and especially in visions

And lesser known? You’re even able to manipulate the fates of people

With some limits of course but it’s still all the same

So when Nico approaches you it’s probably in the middle of the night and asks you a single question

“Could Bianca have met a different fate”?

It’s shocking to say the least

The person whose so closed off and secretive comes to a complete stranger and asks a question that no one would’ve expected

You can’t say u don’t know what he’s talking about, you know of Bianca

I mean who doesn’t remember her? Maybe some newer campers but you’re especially familiar

So, with the options of letting Nico be torn apart by harpy’s from finding him out after curfew or letting him in, you chose the latter

You let him in and let him know it’s a bit difficult to see the possible alternate futures without the person directly there- but someone close to her would do

So you do what you need and see into her possible futures- albeit a bit difficult as her thread was cut many years ago

Well in the end you have to break the terrible news of the fact there was no way around it- unless someone else died in her place but even that was close to impossible of happening

He left with a small thanks and you knew he was gone once the crickets started chirping again

The next morning you see him around again- maybe even more

It was hard to say how it happened but before no time you two were like this 🤞

That’s to say- close)

It was before sunrise and the two of you were just chilling in the morning freshness near the lake

Usually Nico despised the morning- but he’d be up before 12 p.m today, just for you

You two sat there going about your usual teasing and sarcastically dark humored comments when he turns to you and blurts out

“I like you”

Your head obviously whipped from the rising sun to him just to see him facing the other way

Knowing him, he was probably flushed and even more? Scared of ruining your friendship

Maybe he was braver than you thought because he turns back to you and asks “did you see that?”

Obviously referencing your ability to see the future

The whole situation was just funny, maybe there was something wrong with you but maybe not since Nico was laughing too

Of course you two actually discuss things and soon after you were proud to announce your new relationship

Things weren’t all that different- Nico was still your best friend but even better, your boyfriend

You two would usually go on quests and stuff together

I mean it’d mean the possible end for anyone who dared to separate you two

Your future sight could confirm that

Well anyway,

Things remained the same, demigods you cared for died and life happened

Normal things for any demigod to go through but there’s a memory that especially stuck out

That one being when Nico had discovered your ability to change fate

It was not something to be expected of a demigod- especially a power as strong as this

Of course there’s some limits- you’re not exactly a god but it’s whatever

Yknow, because of the limits (rarely being able to use it unless in dire need)

when Nico ran out of juice and tired out, a monster or whatever it was that you guys were battling got him trapped and fear overtook you all at once

You don’t exactly remember how it happened but all you know is that it just did

And while the monster was originally fated to die and Nico was to be direly hurt- you changed it so it’d die from complications and Nico would be alright

What happened wasn’t really discussed until after the quest and until after you reached Nicos cabin

No one else (Hazel) was staying over so might as well join him in a nice cuddle sesh

The silence stretched for ages and everything must come to an end, so obviously that silence did

Nico spoke up in a way you could tell he was hyper aware of his wording and tone

“What…what was that power? I was clearly going to get hurt in the end”

He continued “and you blacked out, you don’t have to explain but if anything I’m just worried”

He tried being non chalant about it but his worry was prominent

“I’m able to change the fate of people- but only when in dire need and when I’m especially scared!” You arose and faced Nico panicked, trying to make sure he didn’t get the wrong idea.

Especially since you know how he resented Percy for not doing anything about she that shall not be named)

Nico sighed, sensing how you feel “I hope you didn’t hold that information thinking I’d be upset you didn’t change her fate- it hurts,it does and we both know it’s a sore topic but I’ve matured past blaming people”

You were surprised he directly brought up the elephant in the room but it didn’t end there

“I’m also sorry that I made you feel like you couldn’t talk about something about yourself.” He looked at you with a calm smile and his eyes softened “I love everything about you, so I wouldn’t blame you for anything that has nothing to do with you, even if something could’ve been changed.”

His whole speech was so heartfelt and the night ended with the tension eased and the two of you guys snuggled tightly with each other.

There’s of course some sweet moments between the two of you

It definitely makes for an interesting dynamic when you confess that you knew you’d end up with Nico and when he asks how or why or whatever

You simply reply that your strings are intertwined with one another

This definitely makes Nico more flustered than he’d like to admit

Even if you two never discuss this again he’s always thinking about

And thinking about how you and him are basically soulmates always reassures him when and if he ever feels insecure of your relationship

Not to mention how it’s got him giggling in secret but let’s not discuss that

Of course he doesn’t know if you’re being honest but it makes him feel warm and fuzzy all the same (it is true, I confirm)

Eventually you explore your abilities more but you end up wherever fate leads you(get it?😉) cringe ik 😔

#fanfic #gn reader #male reader #fluff #fanfic fluff #fluff headcanons #nico di angelo x male reader #nico di angelo x reader #pjo nico #nico pjo #nico di angelo #pjo fanfic #pjo fanfiction #pjo fandom #rick riordanverse #rick riordan

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arielstruggles · 10 months ago

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Texas Sun

w.c: 2.3k

Pairing: Bestfriend's dad!Joel Miller X reader

warnings: smut (mdni), age gap, moral questioning, edging, just the tip, mentions of virginity, tit fucking, oral (f receiving)

a.n: Honestly i just wrote this to kind of zone myself our from real life because i am having some sort of problems in my head and haven't proof read it. I just finished writing to be fair. As always i am open to criticism because i know i need lots of improvements in my (non-existent) writing skills. If you read this so far ilysm.

Joel Miller was an attractive man, he was strong, he was confident yet leery. The way he carries himself not only caught your attention but also other women around the neighborhood. You know from Sarah that he does not date that often, but he had this one girlfriend named Tess, she was around his age, they were happy Sarah said back when you were a freshman So he probably does not have those fantasies that you have in mind with him. When the Texas sun burnt your bare shoulders and you were on your way to the Miller’s house your sundress feels like a heavy blanket on your skin these were your thoughts. So, being best friends with Sarah Miller had it perks, one being the possibility of seeing her charming dad. You met Sara in your last year at high school when you moved in Texas with your family. Now that you think about it you realize it has been six years. You were a high schooler back in the day, now you are fresh out of college, unemployed under her parents’ roof. In that hot Texas day, you hoped to find Sarah at home chances were low since she was still a student and she had this internship going on. Yet, you needed to leave the house immediately, you were in the middle of an argument with your mom during the dinner, she was screaming at you about how much of a disgrace you are, tears on your cheeks gets back to you in reality. After wiping your tears, you quicken your pace and head to Miller’s house.

With the sight of their front door, you are questioning your motives. What if she is not home? what if they don’t want me to come inside you think then you decide to knock the door since you are already there. What is the worst thing that can happen right? When Joel Miller opens the door, he greets you kindly “Hey there, lookin’ for Sarah?” you nod sheepishly, already entranced by his presence. You know him for a long time but you are never comfortable around him, mostly because you are scared of developing some sort of sick crush on him. With his black tshirt and grey sweatpants, he does look good. “She’s not home, working on that internship and said she’s gonna be late.” He explains it thoroughly. This is your cue to say good evening and leave but you are limp. You don’t want to go back home. Not yet at least. the thought of going back crushes your soul, it suffocates you. Before you even try to stop tears start flowing again. “Hey hey, sweetheart. Easy now.” he pulls you in his arms. You start sobbing, his warm skin against your face, his woody scent fills your nostrils. He pulls you inside and closes the door, you find yourself sitting on Miller’s couch. “M not gonna force you to speak but you can talk yknow.” He says, it is clear he is as clueless ad you are. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do any of this, really.” Your tone is apologetic. “Don’t be. We all need to get it out of our system.” He smiles warmly. He is genuine, he is kind it only adds to his other good qualities. You start talking about your problems and you cry once again, it is embarrassing how easily you cry in front of a man you think. When your gaze interlock for a brief moment your eyes wander on his lips briefly and you avert your gaze when he catches you. heat blossoms on your cheek as he smirks. He leans on your face ever so slightly, to test the waters. You don’t pull back but you don’t lean on either. It feels wrong on so many levels. He leans on closer and closer until you are inches apart. You can feels his warm breath tickling you. “Go ahead sweetheart.” He purrs. “Mr. Miller-“ you want to say something, you want to reject, he doesn’t force you, not at all. “Yes, darlin” you should say this is wrong, that he is old enough to be your dad but you feel like anticipation building up inside you. Desire consumes your body. You lean and kiss him. He meets your kiss with hunger. He kisses you so roughly that it does not feel like any of the kissed you have had experienced before. It is wet, it is sloppy. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you onto his lap. You broke the kiss panting “This is so wrong.” “Why is that?” “Sarah is my friend-“ “We can stop right now and forget it all happened.” He says, his voice is intoxicating. “Mr. Miller?” you can’t believe you are about to say this “I- uh um, I am uh… I have never done it before?” a smirk forms on his lips. He knows damn well what you are talking about. “You have never done what darling?” “that.” you mumble “I don’t understand.” He says while that smug subtle grin forms on his lips. “You mean sex?” you are not shy about it but his tone makes you want to hide your face behind your palms. Once again you are getting hotter. “Yes.” “It’s okay darling, we have all the time in the world.” what does it mean? Is this something that we are going to keep doing? But it does not feel right? you have so many questions in your head, it’s reflections can be read on your face. “What’s wrong?” he looks at you with furrowed brows. “Nothing, I just-“ you trail off mid-sentence. “S okay baby girl, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” However, you want no no, you are dying for it. You want to feel your bare skins touching each other, hands intertwined, tangled up in bed sheets, sweaty, breathing heavily.

You want all of it, the problem is, how you are supposed to look at Sarah’s face after that? Your thoughts interrupted by his hand that’s caressing your bare arms. His touch is so light but it is enough to awaken goosebumps on your skin. You meet your gaze with his, you are able to see the lust twinkling in his eyes. You have never seen him like this before. You question your morals. Are you seducing an older man? While a part of you feels like once you leave this house, a scarlet A letter will be sealed on your forehead and everyone will see how much of a disgrace you are yet a part of you is dying to commit this crime, to leave the path that your parents carved for you.

With a sudden hunger you climb on his lap and kiss him which he responds with a snort but complies your request. You continue kissing for the second time. It is passionate, it is sloppy. You can’t help but grind on his half-erected cock. It causes you both to moan. “Mr. Miller, I- I want to-“he interrupts you “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “As much as I want to go for it, I can’t baby girl. I don’t want to do anything you might regret.” But I want to.” You whine like a brat and palm his cock through his sweatpants. He growls in your ear, you could swear that it his by far the sexiest sound you have ever heard. “Just the tip.” He says, more to himself as if he is convincing himself to not to go far. “Okay.” He stands up with you in his arms and takes you to his bedroom and places you on top of his bed. It smells like him. A room that you have caught glimpses of it but never been inside. His bed has a rustic, reddish brown headboard, you realize an exercise bike on the corner of his room, dusty due to staying at the same place for a long period of time. You see the meds on the nightstand, his glasses, picture frames with him and Sarah laughing to the camera lens. Guilt is creeping up on you once again. It disappears when you feel his kiss on your neck though. His breath becomes hot against the side of your neck. You could feel his hands roaming around your body, toying with the hem of your dress. One of his hands slides up and down on your thigh while the other hand holds your waist tightly. He kisses the top of your shoulder and looks at you in the eyes. “Can I take this off?” you nod unable to speak. He takes off your dress, leaving you exposed in your bra and panties. His fingers grazing the top part of your bra, occasionally touching your skin. “You are so soft, so pretty.” He kisses your forehead. It gives you a sense of relief. It is like an unspoken agreement between you two. He peppers your skin with kisses, leaving the warm traces of his lips. Once he reaches down to your panties, he tilts his head up to look at you, to see you confirming him to go further. Once you nod, he kisses your heated cunt through the fabric. It is soaked due to your mind running wild with images of you. Traces his tongue between your folds. It feels amazing. Moans and whimpers leaving your lips with the sensation taking over your body. He is eating you out without even taking your underwear. When he rubs the tip of your nose to your clit, you groan. He knows what he is doing, slides your panties to the side and exposing your sleek, glistening pussy. It makes his mouth drool. He kisses, licks, worships it. This must be the princess treatment you think. His thumbs grazing your clit so softly, you want more… but he takes his time. drawing circles around it, going up and down occasionally parting your lips enjoying the view. But suddenly he covers your pussy with your soaked panties again. You furrow your brow with disappointment. You realize he unbuckles his belt. That’s it you think. He’s going to do it. He frees his cock and is his hard as a rock you see. You feel proud. It is a stupid thought, but you did this.

He leans on you again and kisses you passionately. “Such a good girl.” Your breath get heavier with the way he talks. “Or should I say bad?” “Are you my good little slut?” you nod, you want to be his good little slut. He chuckles. He nestles his cock between your folds on your panties and starts teasing your aching cunt more. The friction causes you to throb uncontrollably. He moves his cock on your sleek panties up and down, slapping it on your clit. “Mr. Miller…” you pant “I want more.” “Just the tip darling.” He coo, he is on top of your body on his knees while you’re lying as a puddle of pleasure. He slides your panties to the side again and aligns his cock with your hole, slowly pushes the tip inside. You moan and your cunt starts throbbing more and more. he pushes a little bit more but stops when he is not even halfway. “Just the tip.” He coos again and you curse. “Tsk tsk tsk, not a good girl behavior.” He leans on you when he is inside of you and unhooks your bra. He takes one of your nipples between his teeth while supping your other tit. You feel on the verge of coming yet you need more. You close your eyes in deep pleasure, your hands go to his hair and grabbing it tightly. His tongue massages your nipple, you moan. “Such a good girl baby girl.” “mmmm daddy.” You moan loudly and come, the realization of what you have just said hits you. Embarrassment takes over your body, you want to run away and hide but since you can’t do it, not when you are a naked mess you decide to act like nothing happened. He suddenly stops. “What did you just say?” “Nothing.” “You sure?” “Yeah.” “Okay.” He says but you can swear you caught a smirk. He continues moving the tip of cock inside you and biting your tit.

Suddenly he takes if off of you. And you realize what he is doing, your eyes widen and you can’t help but lick your lips. He spits between your tits then palms your tits and places his cock between them. At first, he moves slowly but then he picks up his pace and he fucks your tits roughly. “You called me daddy, didn’t you? you’re just a needy little slut eh?” he growls in your ears. The scene playing before your eyes is so pornographic that you want to close your eyes. “Yes daddy.” You reply automatically. It is so embarrassing but you can’t help it. He is dripping with precum, he is close. Without a warning he comes on your tits. You’re covered with warm, white liquid. He kisses your forehead once again “I’m proud of you. You did such a good job.” Your stomach flips upside down. “Wait for me here.” He says and leaves you on the bed. After a short time he comes with a wet cloth and wipes your body gently and lays beside you. Your eyes catches the picture of Sarah and him again, he realizes it “Don’t have to feel bad. It’s our secret.” He winks and spoons you. “I feel so safe.” You murmur. “Good. You should.” He replies.

A couple of hours later the key sound coming from the front door is what makes you anxious. You and Joel look at each other, you are both dumbfounded. “Dad I’m home.” she chirps. Joel is unable to reply back. But when she knocks in his door he clears his throat. “Honey, I’m a little busy right now.” He says and Sarah leaves his door, heads to her room. You have never felt so relieved in your life. You wear your clothes hastily and though Joel opposes the idea, you jump from the window and leave your best friend’s house like you just came in her dad’s bed.

#joel miller #the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller hbo #joel miller x you #the last of us hbo #joel miller smut #pedro pascal #joel miller fanfiction #best friend's dad #pedrohub #smut #fanfic

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forever-rogue · 2 years ago

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personally i’d like to see some softness with eddie… some tenderness.. some affection… something touchy and intimate yknow. not necessarily smut but if it takes you there not opposed to that either 🙏🏻 something tactile and sensory focused. maybe a lazy day in… or kissing in his van because you just couldn’t keep your hands off of each other for the ride home ❤️

AN | Just some soft, sweet fluff with Eddie🥺🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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The rain was beating steadily along the roof of his van as he sat in the parking lot waiting, and waiting, and…waiting.

The boy leaned back in his seat as he watched the raindrops hit the windshield and slide down as if they were racing each other. His favorites were the ones that end up being swallowed by even bigger drops. A yawn escaped his lips and he felt himself being pulled further and further into the siren call of slumber.

He was here early, but he didn't mind waiting. He never did - not for you. He'd finished work and you were almost done with your last class of the day. You insisted you could take the bus to and from the college campus, but he wasn't about to make his girl do that. Not while he was alive and breathing. You called him ridiculous, he insisted he was a romantic.

He rolled the window down just a crack for a welcome breeze of the fresh, rainy air. It freshened the otherwise stale air in the van and caused him to inhale deeply to fill his lungs. He breathed out slowly, closing his eyes as he listened to all the sounds around him. He was a musician through and through, always listening and observing the steady rhythm of life.

At some point, he drifted off and he couldn’t remember if he’d been asleep for five minutes or half an hour. He heard the sounds of others around him, talking and laughing as they left campus. Everyone was ready for the weekend, even the air had a different charge around it.

Just as he opened his big brown eyes, he found you bouncing up to the van, a carefree look on your face. His plush lips tugged down in a small frown for just a moment when he realized you weren’t wearing your jacket (you’d forgotten it at home) nor using an umbrella (you’d lost yours last winter and never replaced it). But the frown quickly evaporated when he realized just how happy you were. Everything within himself softened and butterflies exploded in his belly when he remembered that look was just for him. You loved him.

He was unable to stop himself from opening the door and jumping out of the van to meet you. Almost skidding to a stop in front of you, he wasted no time in taking your face in his large hands and kissing you delicately. It wouldn’t have been a better moment even if it was written into one of the cheesy romantic comedies you liked so much. He liked them too, even if he was more reluctant to admit that.

“Eddie,” an ethereal smile and bright eyes met his as you looked at him with reverence, “you’re going to get wet!”

Your voice sounded even more soft over the sound of the rain, “too late for that.”

“Silly boy,” you shook your head, all affection and awe before taking his hand and leading him back to the van, “c’mon!”

The two of you quickly threw open the doors and hopped inside, shutting out the blowing breeze. You looked over at him, laughing lightly when you noticed how wild his curls were from the rain and wind. His cheeks were pink and he looked at himself in the mirror, huffing as he tried to smooth the unruly locks. Reaching over and taking his hand, you stopped him, shaking your head.

A comfortable silence fell over the two as he turned on the van and set the heater to your preferred setting. He felt your eyes watching his every move intently, “what’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing,” a whispered promise, “jus’ like watching you is all. You’re so handsome.”

“Stop,” the pink flush turned darker, a crimson that brought out his freckles and made him that much more precious, “you’re teasin’ me.”

“I am not,” you insisted firmly, “I would never lie to you, my love….”

“But…”

“However,” you grinned at him, finding it amusing that it was always so easy for him to read you, “I was wondering if you’d do me a favor.”

“When is the last time I’ve said no to you?” he raised an eyebrow, the answer to his question already so obvious to both of you. You shrugged innocently, sweetness all over your face - never, “exactly. What can I do for you?”

“Can we go to our spot?” your voice dropped to a whisper, almost as if you were exchanging some sort of secret - you supposed in some ways you were. No one besides your souls knew the location of your spot. Tingles traveled up Eddie’s spine as memories of the last time you’d gone there took over. You’d laid in the back of his van, wrapped in warm fluffy blankets and each other and had made love. It had been a perfect afternoon. When he first remained silent, you grew worried, “we don’t have to…it was just an idea. I-”

“It’s a perfect idea,” he leaned over so he was in your space and kissed you softly. You found yourself leaning into him as well, searching for the sweet taste of his honeyed lips. All lovely and warm and delicious and all yours, “let’s go.”

“Yay!” the smile on your face was enough to make him do anything. He would have gone to the ends of the earth for you, but you would have done the same for him. He knew that as well, “you’re the best.”

“That’s you, sweetheart,” a gentle brush of knuckles across your cheek, “that’s you.”

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The spot in question was one you’d discovered entirely by accident on a walk with Eddie ages ago. You were sure you had gotten lost, but Eddie promised it was just another adventure. He hadn’t been wrong - you’d come across a clearing that had been, for all intent and purposes, had been abandoned and untouched by human hands for some time. Wildflowers bloomed and blossomed everywhere, bees and birds and other creatures had made it home.

You enjoyed going to the secluded spot for some peace and tranquility and tried your best to leave things as untouched as possible. You wanted to be welcome there, but didn’t want to overstay your welcome.

Eddie puttered the van to the edge of the clearing, getting close but not to encroaching. Bursting out of the passenger door, you held out your arms and embraced the spring drizzle. He shook his head in amusement as he went to the back of the van and pulled the doors open, making quick work of spreading out the blankets and pillows.

“Come on, crazy girl,” he held out his hand to you, wiggling his fingers to beckon you to him. You eagerly obliged and bounced over, using his hand as leverage to climb into the back, “there we go. Better?”

“Perfect,” you immediately snuggled up into your favorite pillow - the one that always managed to smell like him - and motioned for him to join, “couldn’t think of anything better. Except…you joining me.”

“I’m coming,” he playfully huffed before jumping in and getting comfortable next to you. He huddled up his body as close to yours as humanly possible, turning so he could face you. He put his arm over your middle, fingers lazily tracing shapes into your back. A contented sigh escaped your pillows as you studied the honey boy lying next to you, “what’cha thinking about?”

“There are almost no thoughts in this head,” you huffed in amusement and Eddie grinned - it really had been a long week - and you were glad to share this moment with Eddie, “but the few thoughts I do have are all about you. About how much I enjoy this, just being in the moment here with you.”

“I like this too,” he whispered, gentle words as they ghosted over your skin, “just being with you.”

You made a small sound of agreement as you tried - and failed - to stifle a soft yawn. The sound of the rain falling outside was soothing and comforting along with the fresh smell it set off. Eddie’s eyes were closely watching, making you feel both shy and confident at the same time. He brought his hand to your face, his calloused fingertips contrasting with your smooth skin. He mapped out every bit of your features, from your slightly chapped lips to the tip of your nose, along the curve of your jaw, and along your cheekbones. Committing each bit to memory, savoring this quiet moment.

Your eyes fluttered close and he peppered kisses all over your face. His touch was gentle, reverent even, serving to make your heart full to bursting. A small gasp escaped your lips as you felt him trail kisses down your neck. You arched into his touch, his lips forming a small against your skin.

“Eddie,” his name was a breathy whisper and he hummed against your skin. There was something special about the way he took his time to learn you. He’d studied you probably hundreds of times by now, but every time was different. He learned something new each time. You felt his teeth graze ever so lightly over the tender skin, leaving just enough of a mark to be noticeable if one was looking, but not enough to be crude.

“You’re so soft,” you weren’t sure if he intended for you to hear him, “so perfect and soft.”

Unable to control yourself, you opened your eyes and put a finger under his chin to turn his face up to yours, “so are you.”

“Yeah?” a spark of curiosity was in his eyes as they searched yours.

“Yeah,” a soft whisper of a promise as you took the opportunity to kiss him. His breathing hitched as he let you take control, as you mapped out all of his freckles and marks with the featherlight touch of your lips, “I love you.”

The boy stiffened for a moment, heart beating wildly in his chest, and a hundred thoughts all at once entering his mind. The two of you had excited so three words, sacred and reserved for just the right time, and never thrown around lightly.

He felt like putty in your touch, completely yours and at your mercy. Luckily you had a kind heart and were always giving, giving, and giving. You never made him feel anything but loved and wanted. Including now - the way you were looking at him made it appear as though you were looking at the best thing in the universe. To you, you were.

You leaned in so your nose brushed against his, mouths hesitant but exchanging sweet breaths. When you couldn’t take it anymore, needing to feel him and touch him, your lips met his. You’d kissed him so often by now that it didn’t even take any thought, it was all so natural. A dance you’d practiced and perfected over time, still just as magical now as it was then.

Some of his confidence came back and he took over, holding onto you fiercely and protectively. His large hand cupped your cheek and he paused for just a moment, grounding himself in the moment, the sound of rain, and your warmth all around him, “I love you too.”

The smile on your face was megawatt and magical, making him believe that true love was real and it was staring right back at him. You were the stuff of dreams, unable to be properly conveyed into words, and all he knew was that he loved you, deeply and desperately.

“C’mere,” you murmured against his lips, pulling him close and letting his warmth envelope you in every single way. He understood what you were conveying and made sure you were covered with the blanket and his body, “feels perfect.”

“It does,” his chin was on top of your head as you smushed your face against his chest listening to the steady thump, thump, thump of his heart.

“Can we stay like this for a while?” you wanted nothing more than to be in this moment forever, but even just for a few hours this would be your own personal heaven.

“Yes,” and who was he to deny you what he wanted just as much? The small sound of delight you made was the sweetest music he could have ever dreamed up, “yes.”

And it was just like heaven.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #joseph quinn #st

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ghostsbaby · 1 year ago

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Okay but I’ve had this idea stuck in my mind for the past few days.

Reader and price been fucking on the downlow for a long ass time. whole nine yards right?

One day soap or someone idk who brings his fiancé to meet his team at like a party or some shit.

Its reader and they been together for years.

Price immediately knows its the same chick he be sleeping with on the regs

He would definitely make sly comments all night until he takes her aside and basically is hella mean while fucking her, calls her names, brings up her partner yknow the works of daddy price and sends her back to whoever it is filled with his cum and deffo took her panties even tho she’d still come crawling back to him if he didnt

I hope you like it 🙈🙈🙈🖤🖤🖤

pairings - captain john price x female reader & a hint of soap

word count - i will update on my comp

warnings - smut, unprotected piv, name calling, spanking, daddy kink, age gap probably cause i have issues

His eyes fell on you the moment Soap announced he brought a special guest. His breath getting stuck in his throat from the surprise he had seeing you with his sergeant and a rock on your finger.

Your pretty eyes didn't meet his until he downed the newly poured whiskey in his glass. Anger filling his body as the liquid coats his throat, not leaving a burn as bad as this one was.

Memories of you undressing for him cloud his mind before his eyes snap down to Soap’s hand gripping your waist, trailing down back to your ass. His ass.

The same ass he fucks, touches, kisses, slaps. His.

The glass in his hand could have shattered with how hard his grip was, setting it down to pour another straight. He watched as everyone stormed towards you and his sergeant. The same one who would brag to 141 about you. If only he knew who the lad was talking about back then, he wouldn’t have had the same reaction as before.

Never would have told him to marry you.

Gaz patted his shoulder, making the captain look away from you for a quick pause, mind not being able to forget how truly beautiful you are.

“She seems great for him. Really sweet, definitely his type now that I see her. No wonder he was hiding her.”

Price only made a sound, grunting before his tongue slipped as his fist closed.

“Seems like a whore from what I see.”

Eyes fixated on you he took another swig, setting it down on the table to make his exit outside for a cigar before Gaz could defend. Your stomach twisted in knots as you watched from the arms of your fiancé.

Saying a few words to the faces interested in knowing your name, you excused yourself to the bathroom. Your feet carried you down the hall and out the back door to fresh air instead, nose coming in contact with the smell of the man you knew secretly.

"My sargeant?"

John wasted no time, voice ringing through you, his chest making contact with your back the moment he threw his cigar on the ground.

"Your sargeant? like I'm supposed to know you-"

He cut you off, body against the wall of the building before you could finish the pathetic excuse to as why you weren't the one attached to his arm when he walked in.

"Who am I?"

He growled, undoing his belt, unzipping the zipper of his pants behind you before he stopped, waiting for you to answer.

"J-Joh-"

"Who am I?" voice louder in your ear, hiking your short dress off your thighs and over your ass, panties being pulled down to your ankles.

"Daddy!"

You whimpered, feeling the tip of his hard cock being lined up, budding at your entrance. John didn’t like waiting when it came to you, he was never good at that.

"That's right, I’m daddy. And daddy’s fucking angry.”

Price’s hand makes hard contact with your ass. His ass. The one he’s finally touching again. Marking you as in mine.

“And that fiancé of yours, works for your daddy.” His lips press against your neck, nose inhaling your sweet scent of perfume and clean hair. Cock pushing in the same time his hand sneaks over your mouth.

He hears you cry for him, muffled and desperate, sliding his thick cock out once to hear silence, before slamming back inside your tight pussy and listening to you sing to him, legs wanting to cross.

Price isn’t sweet or tender, no he’s fucking your hole until it’s sore and puffy, cum leaking down your thighs the rest of the night while you walk funny. Avoiding his intense stare as you hang onto Soap for help, hoping he won’t notice the change, or the marks and bruises his captain left.

“Make you go back in there full of my cum like a whore. Is that all you’re good for? Not satisfied with just one cock?”

He said through gritted teeth, each thrust seemingly harder than the last. Wanting you to remember this one, out of all of the times you’ve spent with the captain behind closed doors, he wanted this time to really leave a mark.

“Gonna make your rounds and fuck Ghost next behind his back? Should I say mine too.”

For a moment you could hear his voice get soft, hurt even. He now understood why you never wanted to go out anywhere. But the pace of his cock told you he was fucking out of anger, even if he sounded like it.

You stayed silent outside of the whimpers and moans he drew out of you.His cock stretched you better than Soaps. Far more wide, almost beating him in length when he pushed all the way in, balls slapping your skin.

He knew you can’t last long, with how hard he’s fucking into your already spent cunt, there was no way you could last even a fucking minute. So cock drunk on the way he holds you up, gripping your body tightly with his strong hands.

His grunts get increasingly louder, knowing he won’t be able to last as long either with the way your pussy wraps so tightly around his cock like a Christmas present. But he’s not letting you cum.

“I hope you fucking try them, Princess. Hope you feel the disappointment of their cocks as they try and fill you the way Daddy does.”

John says harsh, grunting before he bites on your earlobe.

“Hope you feel the same disappointment I felt when you walked in the room. On his fucking arm.”

His thrusts became heavy, cumming inside your pulsing cunt with hard slaps from his hips, making sure to milk every drop with how tight you felt around him.

Hearing exactly how he made you feel as your whines filled his ears, making his cock still stand as he pulled out, cum still leaking from the tip of his cock. John set your dress back down, holding you still against the wall. Your panties ending up in his pocket.

“You’re mine, doll. Not his, not even with that stupid ring on your finger.”

#captain john price #john price x female reader #captain john price smut #🐝 answers #🐝 writes #johnny soap mactavish #sorry soap #john price smut #price x female reader #price smut #call of duty smut #call of duty modern warfare #modern warefare ii #john price x reader

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lizard-queen-izzy · 10 months ago

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Ok, until I finish my refs/design timelines, I'm just describing how the tma characters look in my head. Today's post is Jon. I'm only through s3 so it'll only go up to that.

Jon-

Pre-institute: longer short hair, yknow. Like past his chin but not past his shoulders, almost always pulled back somehow. Already light graying mostly at the front. Dark jeans, boots and loose shirts. He has a comfort hoodie and cardigan and he's always in one or the other. Always losing his glasses despite carrying backups.

Research Era: chopped his hair, still shaggy-ish on top, but cut close on the bottom. It still hangs in his eyes sometimes. Dark jeans or dark slacks. he has a pair of dark brown slide-on sneakers until he gets proper shoes. Either a nice fitting solid colour t-shirt or button up with his hoodie/cardigan. [He eventually buys a proper coat too] looses his glasses less, but also invests in a chain for them.

S1: hair chopped even shorter, trying to look professional. Glasses with the chain. Wearing button ups, a vest and a blazer. Dark slacks only and his fancy little shoes. Trying so desperately to mimic Elias so he's taken seriously. Sometimes he wears a tie. Poor guy is struggling in all the layers.

S2 first half: the blazer is gone. The vest is most days too. Too many layers make him itchy and remind him of the worms. Worm scars are still fresh and reopen sometimes. Dark slacks and still his fancy shoes. Glasses still on the chain. Hairs getting shaggy again and the gray has started to spread.

S2 second half: just his button up and cardigan, dark/black jeans and his slip-on shoes are back. Worm scars are starting to properly heal. Glasses are still on the chain but it's broken. Hairs properly hanging in his eyes most days, not that he notices, the gray is more throughout.

S3: first half: What the Ghost shirts and his cardigan. Sweatpants or pajamas. Fuzzy socks/slippers. Worm scars are still fairly prominent but closed up. Fresh burn scar on hand from Jude and healing cut on his neck from Daisy's knife. Hair is back to pre-institute length and usually in a half up/half down situation but now with the added grown out undercut. Glasses live on his head or on his shirt 80% of the time.

S3 second half: return of the button ups but also return of the hoodie/cardigan. Dark/black jeans and his slip-on sneakers. He doesn't wear his glasses most days, he doesn't really need them anymore. Hair is slightly longer and more grey but not quite past the shoulders yet. Worm scars are super faded but still there [he got moisturized for a month, I imagine that probably helped] hand scar is still fairly bad, but also looks better than it should for how recent it is. Same for the scar on his neck.

#tma #the magnus archives #jon sims #jonathan sims #character description #jarchivist #savemejarchivist #im rolling him around in my head

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parad-ice-lostandfound · 2 years ago

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Prompt: How the OM! Brothers shop for groceries and stuff ft. me!

Pairing: NA

Genre: Headcanons, Crack

TW: NA

Lucifer

This old man has memorised the layout of all his favourite stores. He makes a neat little list in a notebook. He will not type his list in the notes app of his DDD. And his list will be in the order of how he walks through the aisles.

Like, if the first few aisles of the store have foodstuff, those will be at the very top of the list. I add stuff to my list as and when I remember them, so if I ever make a list for him he will most definitely forget to buy something and then blame it on my lacking list-making skills (my mom does this).

No matter how many things we need to buy this man will NEVER take a cart. He will take 3 baskets if required, and give two of them to me. Also will not buy anything that is not on his list. Is ice cream on his list? No? Then I guess we're not getting it...

Man speedwalks through the store. Like there's no time to see which brand of chips I want, I take my eyes off him for one second and he's already at the checkout counter-

Gives everyone who takes their time deciding what to buy, yknow, like a normal person, a glare so intense you'd think they offended his entire lineage or something.

Might yell at me like once for being slow or something during our shopping trip, then make it up to me by buying me ice cream on the way home (Lucifer is an Asian parent confirmed)

Overall, I'd give him 7/10 because he does get the job done, but I will not be the first to volunteer to go with him.

Mammon

List? What list? Haha I'm gonna have to be the responsible adult here-

He never makes a list, because 'he remembers it all in his head anyway'. I'd make a list, then proceed to drag him everywhere, making him hold the stuff.

Complains a bit (a lot) about having to follow me around, but will shut up if I glare at him

Remembers what his brothers need, but always forgets stuff that he needs and when we get home he gives me his best puppy dog eyes and goes "Actually..."

With the amount of trouble this dork can get in I'm pretty sure we're banned from at least one store-

Doesn't care what I put in the cart as long as he can do the same.

We end up forgetting a few items and then having to go back to the store before Lucifer finds out. Then we get ourselves some smoothies as a reward :3

People would hate us because we're the kind of idiots to stand in an aisle taking up all the space while arguing very loudly about cereal brands-

5/10, we're both too easily distracted and absolute menaces when it comes to shopping.

Leviathan

My boy gets all his stuff from Akuzon so I dunno how I'd get him to come grocery shopping with me. If no one else is free that day, he might come with me. Though he'd try to convince me to order from Akuzon before placing a foot out the door-

Whose idea was it to let two socially-inept introverts shop without their assigned extrovert/ambivert? If there are no self-checkout counters we would play rock, paper, scissors to determine who makes small talk with the cashier.

We'll end up buying a lot of junk food and soda. Again I feel like I'd have to make the list and Levi would help with carrying the stuff but I'm sure he'd also add stuff that he wants.

Doesn't care much about like, the necessities? Like, it's ok with him if I wanna get fresh veggies or milk but he won't be one to suggest it if I don't.

Levi gets lost at one point because I'm bad at keeping track of people who come grocery shopping with me and I'm gonna get called to the front desk to get him.

On the way home I take him to the bookstore, get him some new manga and me new books for having survived that ordeal.

9/10, he's like a very well-behaved, anxious kid who occasionally tugs on your clothes and asks you if he can get his favourite bag of chips.

Satan

He won't like this, but he probably is like a toned-down version of Lucifer, except he makes the list in the notes app of his DDD.

Pretty flexible with what we can buy, he'd let me get what I want, within a limit though. Knows how to tell what is fresh and what isn't so I let him select the fruits and veggies

He also speedwalks, but holds my hand so I don't get lost <3

Meanwhile I'm trying to keep up without falling and apologizing to all the people I bump into. Ain't my fault I got little legs-

Hates it when people bump into him and don't apologize so my main job is making sure he doesn't blow up and get us thrown out of the store-

Definitely teases me when I can't reach something before being a gentleman and getting it for me

We end up going to a cat cafe before going home

10/10, I would enjoy it. Very much date vibes.

Asmodeus

He would happily follow me on my grocery runs.

Very easily distracted, I'd need to hold onto him so I dont lose him.

Very good at reminding me what needs to be bought. Has his own list of things that are needed.

Spends a ton of time and takes utmost care in choosing the best of everything. He has a good eye when it comes to stuff like this.

Knows exactly what his brothers like or need and makes my life so much more easier.

Will let me buy everything and anything I want because he is amazing like that.

Flirts with the cashier during checkout and gets us a discount. I aspire to be like him one day-

On the way home we end up going to boutiques so he can do his own little shopping~

9/10, as fun as it is going with him, I don't like being dressed up like a doll after a tiring day of getting groceries. Also won't help me put them away when we get home

Beelzebub

Beel is a sweetheart. I can see him always volunteering to go grocery shopping with me.

Another one I need to be cautious about, he might wander off if he finds something particularly appetizing. Will need to have something on hand to satiate his hunger.

He'd be content with following me around while carrying stuff. Occasionally pipes in when he sees something he heard his brothers wanted.

We will buy a ton of snacks. Now to keep him from opening any of those before we check out...

Probably wouldn't let me get everything I want, but will still be willing to let me get junk food as long as I promise to share them with him.

On the way home we go and have a meal at a restaurant, and then once we're home he helps me put everything away.

10/10, an absolute sweetheart as long as he has something to munch on while we work.

Belphegor

This little shit (derogatory).

This sadistic little bastard enjoys abusing his baby of the family privilege. Annoys the fuck out of me while we're in the store because he knows I'll try my best not to lose my composure in a public place.

The kind of asshole to pick something up and put it somewhere it's not supposed to be. Ever found a bar of soap next to rows of cereals? It's his handiwork, and he's so smug about it I swear-

Gets lost on purpose, to the point where I contemplate leaving him in the store and going home on my own.

Has. To. Comment. On. Every. Single. Thing. I. Get. That is until I threaten to not get the detergent he likes, and suddenly he's a good boy helping me by holding everything

Could care less about what I buy as long as I buy enough for him, Beel and me to share, but like I said before, will comment on everything.

We come straight home and this man just leaves me in the kitchen alone?? He won't help me put away the groceries, he goes straight to his bed.

3/10, there is very little chance I won't try to strangle him on the way back home out of frustration.

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yuxmemi-01 · 4 months ago

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First post! This is Chapter one of Crescent Moon, a twilight fantasy fiction involving my original character.

Abril x Jasper

It was exactly one forty seven in the morning when I recieved the news that id be moving in with my godmother. The first thought I had was, what if im a burden? No one wants to feel that way, I mean—shes only seen me a few times, ive only gone to forks once and that was for the summer, I felt like such a burden, and I dont want to feel that way ever again.

“Too late.”

I say to myself as I walk towards the cheery lady in the grey toyota—Brie, short for Gabriella, my godmother. She isnt able to have kids of her own, so when my parents had me, it was the best day of her life.

Brie moved to forks for a fresh start, kinda like what my parents are doing for me. She graduated from law school and decided it was time to go somewhere she always wanted to go—America, specifically Washingon, but she didnt want to be around a lot of people, so forks was perfect for her, like it will be for me, hopefully.

“So, hows school been?” Small talk, damnit. “Its been fine, a little boring though.” Not just that, its been hell, I wish I could drop out, but I cant, I have too much I need to accomplish.

“Thats too bad, you want to go shopping? You need to fill up that closet in your new room somehow right?” Shes too sweet, she doesnt need to, I know she doesnt want to, I dont want pity.

“Thats really okay, you dont need to-“

“Its okay Querita, lets go get you some cute clothes.” She offers a soft dimpled smile, she could be a model if she really wanted to, Brie has gorgeous shiny black hair with the smoothest skin and perfect teeth, shes forty but looks twenty years younger than that.

The store smells of incense and new clothes, Brie and I split up, she goes to pic out a few things for herself and I go straight to the opposite side of the store, where the granny clothes lay waiting, baggy ugly dresses and oversized hoodies, nice and comfortable…

I pick out a few loose fitting jeans and hoodies, and a pair of shoes, I hope she buys it all.

“Ugh!” Brie gasps dramatically. “Cariña, qué es esto?!” Shit, maybe I did grab too much!

“Im sorry, I can put some back.” I shift my foot to turn but she grabs my arm, “honey no! Those clothes are too big, and wheres the color?” She drags me to the other side of the store, grabs the clothes and throws them on a rack. “We need to get you something cute, make a good impression yknow?” I sigh and cross my arms, “none of these clothes are going to fit me!”

“What are you talking about? Were like the same size.” She gestured to both of our bodies, I laugh. “No we arent, im bigger than you!”

“Hun, no you arent.” She laughs as she picks up a shirt and puts it to my chest, “what bra size do you wear?”

God this is embarrassing, “double D.” “Same here.” She smiles and picks a few more things. We travel isle to isle, grabbing different clothes and underwear for me, why is she doing this? Did my parents tell her to?

“Isnt this too much money?” I say at checkout, the total was way over five hundred. “Of course not! You dont think ive been saving for your move here?” This was planned? How long have they been plotting on my move?

We visit a few other stores, perfume stores, decor stores, music stores. The car is completely full of things that I didnt need, which I couldn’t be more greatful for, I just…dont understand why, why go through all this trouble?

“Home sweet home!” Brie says as we bring in the rest of the bags. “I have to show you your room, come.” She gestures me to hold her hand and we walk up the stairs. We make it to the door and it has a sign with my name on it, she made me a custom sign?

I look at her excited face as the light from the open door hits her face, I turn my head and im met with the most gorgeous room I’ve ever laid my eyes upon. The first thing I see is a bed thats looks like a queen maybe? A pretty black headboard and baseboard, a purple silky sheet set with pillows to match, a rug, bookshelves with a rocking chair on the left side of the room, and to the right has a big closet that looks like it could fit a car.

what the hell did I do to deserve such a good thing?

“Brie…” tears start to well in my eyes, how much did this cost? Why me? “Thank you so much-“ she holds me tight to her chest as I let my tears fall, why is the universe being so good to me all of a sudden?

“How did you know I liked purple?” I reluctantly pry myself away from her “im your mother, I know everything about you.”

She smiles at me, that swells something in my heart, is this what it feels like to be cared for? To be payed attention to? It feels nice….

“You should unpack, I’ll go buy us some dinner.”

She rubs my shoulder and goes downstairs, the sound of the door later follows.

I inspect the room multiple times in disbelief, no way this is mine, I laugh to myself as I rush downstairs to get comfortable in my new room.

Its currently eight O’clock, my room is unpacked and decorated and a shower has been taken, and my stomach is full, I plop down on my bed and take in a deep breath of my new perfume, I could get used to this!

Ive never had such a luxury before, me? have a nice room? Never crossed my mind, ive been in survival mode for most of my life, maybe this is when I finally get to relax…

That night was the night it started, the dreams.

I was in a forest, a very dark forest. I was running, I didn’t know why I was running until I looked beside me, keeping up with me was something that you only see in movies, a golden eyed beast. It had wild light fur, not like anything I’ve ever seen on an animal, a blonde color, actually. It leaps at me and I wake up.

“Gah!” I wake up panting and in a cold sweat, what was that? It’s five in the morning, just great!

I hope out of bed to get ready early, I smile as I make my way to my clothes filled closet, how aesthetically pleasing.

I pick a pair of jeans and a tank top, I just grab a thin jacket to cover my shoulders and stomach, the clothes were a tight fut as expected, i have never felt more vintage in a pair of jeans. I didn’t bother looking in the mirror doing my hair, its muscle memory, I stopped looking in the mirror a long time ago. I eat an apple and yogurt and eventually Brie wakes up to take me to school, I have to buy me a car, I cant depend on others, that wouldn’t be fair.

I get my schedule and start heading towards the main building for first hour, I get plentiful stares, transferring during the second semester was sure to bring multiple glances, damn! I need to get out of here…

I speed up and start to rapidly search for my class, “where is it?-“ I clash with someone mid speed walk, talk about embarrassing, she stumbles and I catch her by the shoulders. “Im so sorry, oh my god I didn’t mean to!”

What a way to make a first impression Abril! I mentally bash myself in the head.

“No it’s fine, all good.” She shakes her head and laughs. She looks at me a second, puzzled. She must know im new, shes never once seen me. While she stares I notice her features, pretty brown big eyes and brown hair with the palest skin I’ve ever seen, how pretty.

“Im sorry! Are you new?” She says with a confused look.

“Yes, I am actually.”

“Figures, ive never seen you around, whats your name?”

“Abril, Abril Torrez” her eyes widen.

“Thats a pretty name, mines is Bella, Bella Swan. Whats your first hour?”

I giggle, “thank you, I have English with Mr. Mason” I smile as she smiles wider, “sweet, We have the same first hour, you were going the wrong way, you passed it.” She points out.

“Oh thats so embarrassing!” I slap my forehead and turn the other way, we start to walk together.

The day goes by relatively fast and I make it to fourth hour, Chemistry.

“Nice to meet you Abril, could you introduce yourself to the class?” What?! Shes the only teacher so far to ask me that, why, why, why!

“Uhm…My name is Abril Torrez, it’s nice to meet you.” My heart is racing from just that one interaction, “okay, now for a seat…ah, you can sit by Hale, Hale raise your hand.” The teacher says, a hand from the left side of the room raises, sitting there was something I would of never thought I would ever see.

Such an ethereal face, those eyes…theyre black and almost primal, he has slight bruises under his eyes, and his face…that build. I couldn’t possibly sit by him, no way.

I cant just stand frozen, so sadly I have no choice. In the left corner, the seat by him was open, chills ran down my spine as the atmosphere shifts almost instantly, I cant look him in the eye, but I can tell hes nit happy, hes stiff as a board….almost as if he isn’t breathing, does he not want to sit next to me that bad? His demeanor was off the entire class period, I just wanted to get out, it was degrading, insulting even. He darted out the door before the bell rung…

The only thing I looked forward to was talking to Bella, she was the only person that talked to me today.

The lunch line is long and crowded, I grab a little salad, an apple, and a water. I spot Bella and start to make my way towards the table she was seated at, when all of a sudden I get a strong urge to look to the opposite side of the room, there sat Hale and four more Ethereal beings, they all sat staring at me, looking like beautifully sculpted statues, pale—bruised under eyes, and the darkest eyes ive ever seen. Am I staring too much? This is embarrassing, I want to be invisible!

My clothes are too tight, they feel itchy, I cant do this I need to sit, eugh!

I take a huge breath of hair once I sit down, the pressure is too much. “Hey.” A soft mature viice rings in my ear, which I instantly recognize as that girl Bella.

“Oh, hey.” I say out of breath. “Are you okay?”

“Who are those people in the corner?” She looks back and makes a face of realization, “oh! You mean the Cullens.” She smiles and waves at one, a bronze haired boy waves back with a smile, breath taking.

“Im getting deja vu.”

Hm? Who is that? I dont even have to turn because soon the table floods with four other people, making the table total six, which is way too much, too many people in one space, and im new! I think im going to pass out.

“Tell me about it.” A blonde boy says, responding to the brown haired girl. The table introduces themselves one by one, the brown haired girl is Jessica, the tall girl with glasses is Angela, the geeky boy is Ben, and the blonde boy is Mike.

“So, Abril, you wanna know about the Cullens ey?” Ben says nudging my shoulder, I feel awkward and as stiff as a board, I just wanna go home…

“Well, yes.” I say. “Then bella should do the honors then, yes?” Jessica says, with a snap in her tone, she seems bitter.

Bella rolls her eyes and starts, “first, the Blonde girl? Thats rosalie, shes the twin brother to the blonde boy, Jasper.”

That boy, so his First name is Jasper? Something about his hair is familiar, and those eyes…

“The black haired girl with the pixie cut is Alice, the boy with the short curly hair is Emmett, and the bronze haired one is Edward, my boyfriend, theyre all adopted siblings and the adoptive kids of Esme and Carlisle Cullen. Rosalie and emmett are dating.”

“Wha-huh?!” I do I double take, did she say boyfriend? So she knows them personally!

“So, you know them on a personal level?” She smiles, “I guess you could say that, yeah.”

I look over one last time and all of them are just staring a hole into my soul. I feel like crying, why are they staring? Is there something wrong with the way I look? My hair? Clothes? Body? What is it? I adjust my clothes but still feel uncomfortable.

My last hour is P.E with bella and Mike, I cant get that Jasper boy out of my head, why is he so familiar?

#twilight #ao3 #fanfic #jasper hale #bella swan #original character

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problematicpunks · 6 months ago

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TITLE: NICE GUYS FINISH LAST RATING: EXPLICIT 🔞 PAIRING: WYATT/JONESY

All Characters In This Fic Are 18+

Wyatt hurried over and ducked inside. “Should we really be in here? This is the Handicap Stall, what if someone needs it?” Jonesy rolled his eyes. “You can drop the ‘Nice Guy’ act, alright Wyatt? We need it. It’s fine.” Wyatt was about to argue when Jonesy threw him a dismissive handwave. “Look, if you want to huddle in one of the cramped dirty stalls be my guest, but you’re alone there, bud. Besides”—he brandished his phone—“I got the good stuff loaded up on this and you’re gonna want it, trust me.” Wyatt grumbled. He had chosen to spend his money on the girls which meant forgoing extra data on his cell that month. And, of course, that meant he was fresh out in this desperate time of need. His dick ached in his pants. “Alright, fine!” he relented. “But I’m gonna feel so shitty if someone who actually needs this stall can’t use it because of us.” “I can live with that,” Jonesy said with a shrug and a grin. He held out an earbud for Wyatt. Wyatt took it and rolled it between his fingers. “This all you have?” he asked. Jonesy rolled his eyes once again. “What, not high quality enough for you? Bass not good enough for the ‘perfect sound quality’ for your fragile hipster ears or something?” “No, jackass,” Wyatt snapped. “They’re wired.” “So?” “So we’ll have to stand close together if we both want to use them,” Wyatt explained. What was Jonesy not getting about this? It was awkward enough for them to share porn and jack off together, did they really need to be ass to ass while they did it, too?

CONTINUE READING ON AO3 yknow, it's quite a shock being literally the only jonesy/wyatt fic on all of ao3! i really would've expected all of the various combos of the guys to have some fandom love but it really looks like jonesy/wyatt gets the least.

anyway, just something small and simple, spinning off of an early season one episode. im hoping to get back to writing this pairing one day. hopefully by that time i won't be the only one, haha.

#6teen #wyatt williams #jonesy garcia #6teen wyatt #6teen jonesy #fanfics #rare pairings #6tn #Aged Up Characters #< blacklist '6tn' to avoid seeing content like this

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cambria-writes · 2 years ago

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hello! a week late for this one but believe me when i tell you it has felt like a hundred year war has been going on in my head. i'm alright now i think! should be getting better from here. i hope!

and here's to hoping that next week will have an upload, because that will be marking the end of Ravenloft. :)

thanks for sticking around! also sorry for any mistakes i did my best to proofread this but shit happens. yknow how it goes.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader rating: T warning: swearing, mention of death, reader's afab but doesn't have much description, lots of jump cuts but it's okay i promise, reader maybe has powers? 👀, mention of hospitals, intravenous hydration and needles, mention of wounds (and blood I think?), two people being idiot saps word count: 4, 253

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕰𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓: 𝔇𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔬𝔫 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔊𝔲𝔦𝔡𝔢

Eddie sits next to you at the top of the stairs, shoulder pressed into yours. He looks significantly better than he did when he walked in; as soon as your mother saw the sorry state he was in, she immediately ushered him into the bathroom with fresh towels and ordered you to get a change of clothes. Wayne tried to say that wasn’t necessary, but you and your mother both just kept talking like he hadn’t tried to turn down your hospitality.

Taking a quick glance at Eddie, you still find it unsettling. He’s wearing a pair of sweatpants you plucked from your brother’s room, and one of your old oversized Cocteau Twins shirt. Though he looks comfortable enough, you still think Eddie looks... out of place.

You take a breath and open your mouth to say something—anything, honestly, to break the silence—but Eddie clears his throat. Leans his elbows on his knees and lets his head hang low before turning to look at you.

“Carver’s dead.”

You blink twice. “Excuse me?”

“They found his—someone moved his car,” he says quietly, quickly glancing at the bottom of the stairs. You can hear your mother and Wayne talking. “They found his car at the Creel house. I dunno, someone reported a body, and...” Eddie clenches and unclenches his fists in front of him.

“You don’t,” you start, exhale sharply. “You’re not blaming yourself for—”

“Wha—no! Fuck, no, just...” Eddie sighs and brings his hands up to rub at his eyes. “I guess I figured if we could save Max, maybe...”

You nod. You understand. Maybe no one else would have to die.

“They’re pinning it on him, too,” Eddie whispered, running his hands through his damp hair before crossing his arms. “All of it. Cause of all the army surplus shit in the car.”

“Fuck, that’s...”

You don’t know what to say. Jason Carver was never someone you particularly liked; his behaviour was too strange, too erratic. You could never get a good read on him and, honestly, after seeing how he treated Hellfire—and pretty much anyone who remotely approached the punk vibe—you kept your distance.

Not that the hyper religiosity wouldn’t have been enough to keep you away, because it absolutely would have been.

But to know that he’s dead, now, probably because you’d left him in the damn house... and that he’s getting blamed for Henry Creel’s horrors in death? That didn’t. That isn’t fair. It’s a struggle to come to term with the fact that maybe this could’ve been avoided—

“Hey,” Eddie calls, turning a bit and placing a hand on your knee to grab your attention. “If I shouldn’t blame myself for it, neither should you.”

You huff and look away.

“Am I, uh,” Wayne starts, peeking out of the doorway to the kitchen, up the stairs at you. “Am I interrupting?”

“Wha—no, uh,” Eddie stutters, nearly tripping in an effort to stand up maybe a little too quickly. You clear your throat and shake your head.

“Where are you going?” You ask, craning your head to look up at Eddie. He gently pats his abdomen with a wince.

“Hospital,” he answers, carefully making his way down the stairs. “Now that I’m showered and been demoted back to town freak from murderer, y’know.”

You look down the stairs at Wayne for a few seconds, before getting up yourself to go down to see your mother. You lean into her side where she’s putting away the dishes.

“Do you mind if I take Eddie to the hospital instead?” You ask in a whisper. Your mother keeps a straight face and barely hesitates in her movements.

“Sure, why?” She asks quietly, stacking the plates and carefully placing them in the cupboard.

“Wayne looks exhausted,” You point out, stacking clean cups before passing them over. “Do you have any idea when’s the last time he slept?”

Your mother hums and puts her hands flat on the counter. She looks back at Wayne, still in the doorway, talking quietly to Eddie.

“I haven’t seen him sleep at all.”

Going through triage is easy—for Eddie, at least. One look at the few injuries he’d gotten in the Upside Down had gotten him into a small room with a doctor right away. One look at you had a nurse bringing over an IV to help with what was apparently blatantly obvious dehydration.

No one puts up much of a fight when you and Eddie insist on remaining together. There were enough injured because of the ‘earthquake’ that the small rural hospital was already way over capacity, and they wouldn’t squander an opportunity to save rooms and beds.

The few bites and cuts Eddie had gotten from the bats were thankfully small enough not to warrant stitches, but they’d done up half his chest. You can see a few patches on his arms, too. Without being able to identify exactly what bit him, Eddie had also been antibiotics, fed through the IV he was also sporting for dehydration.

You lean back in the chair you’d been sat in while Eddie’s perched on the edge of the bed next to you. You stay quiet for a bit after the nurse leaves, after informing you both not to move your arms too much.

“So that...” you start, unsure what to say. “That was one hell of a spring break.”

Eddie’s bark of laughter catches you off guard. He laughs harder when he sees you nearly jump out of your skin.

“It’s not that funny,” you mumble, but you can’t help but start laughing, too.

It doesn’t even take a minute for your laughter to calm down, but the next deep breath feels a little bit easier afterward. Like there had been a vice around your chest that’s just... gone, now.

“I’m just glad we basically wrapped up the Cult of Vecna campaign,” Eddie sighs, fiddling with the IV with his off hand. “Don’t think I’d be able to keep going with it after...”

“Hmm. Yeah, well, at least now you’ve got songwriting material, right?” You’re rewarded with a short chuckle. “No, seriously, you could—”

“Hey, sorry, can I ask you something?”

“What—I mean yeah, sure, any time,” you answer quickly, frowning.

Eddie’s moved from fiddling with the IV to cracking his knuckles. You bite your tongue to keep from asking what’s wrong and decide to be patient about it. He opens his mouth to speak a few times but shakes his head. The fourth time, he speaks up.

“If you hadn’t been... caught up in all this shit,” Eddie starts slowly. “Would you have, I dunno, like. Would you have believed it?”

“What, the whole thing about the Upside Down?”

“No, I mean,” Eddie exhales sharply before raising his head to look at you. “About me. That I—that I killed Chrissy.”

You’re honestly so shocked by the question that it takes a second for you to try and formulate an answer that conveys just how unbelievable that bullshit story was to begin with.

“I’d literally eat my own arm before I’d believe something that stupid,” you try to say evenly, voice cracking. “No one who’s bothered to talk to you for more than ten seconds would honestly believe that.”

“Would... would you have come looking for me? If you hadn’t seen me?”

You open your mouth to answer right away, but pause to actually take a second to think. It’s almost easy to imagine a world where you’d never spoken to Eddie when the nightmares came back with a vengeance. A world where you kept either to the quiet shelves of the library or the silence of your room. Where you hear about Eddie’s alleged involvement in the murder of a high school girl and couldn’t believe your ears. Where you grabbed your car and headed straight for Forest Hills.

“I would’ve wanted to,” you answer quietly, turning to look down at your own lap. “I would’ve wanted to help.”

You turn your head back up when you hear the hospital bed creak. Eddie’s sliding over to make room, and pats the space next to him. You breathe out a short okay before carefully getting up from the chair and hopping up on the bed, careful to take the IV pole with you and not jostle your arm too much. Eddie brings his good arm around your shoulders and pulls you in; gently, though, like he’s worried you’d pull away.

You let yourself be reeled in, let him guide your head to rest just beneath his collarbone, and let him rest his head on yours.

Your stomach feels like it’s full of static. You feel like running away and crying at the same time.

You stay like that until the nurse comes back to check in.

April 12th, 1986

You look around the apartment before dropping the last box on top of one of the stacks in Eddie’s room. Might not have been as big as his room in the trailer, but this is one of two rooms. Which means Wayne gets to have his own space for the first time in god knows how many years.

And Eddie is beaming. Not an ounce of care that the place is a bit narrower than he’s used to. You interrupt yourself mid-sigh when you notice that he’s already put up the Corroded Coffin flag and several posters. You can’t help but laugh.

“Dude, you don’t even know where the furniture’s gonna go yet!”

“Incorrect,” Eddie says, slapping the remaining corner of an Ozzy poster with a bit more force than necessary. “I know where shit’s not gonna go, so I know where it will go.”

You narrow your eyes and shake your head at him when he turns to look at you triumphantly. “Sure, bud. Come on, Pizza’s waiting.”

“I’m kind of weirdly happy those made it you,” you point at Wayne who, despite being at it since the crack of dawn, was still busy unpacking his collection of mugs, of all things. “Shame about the hats though.”

“Old man’s gonna have to live with the reality that he’s been balding since I was twelve,” Eddie quips, patting the man on the shoulder and trying to herd him into the kitchen.

You’re halfway through your first slice of pepperoni-bacon-onion pizza when you hear thumping and cursing from the direction of the front door. Eddie scoffs around his own slice of pizza and rushes to open the door.

“Thanks man, really appreciate it, super quick response time,” you hear Steve say, clearly through clenched teeth.

“Can we move, please?” you hear Dustin calling from behind the couch he’s apparently helping Steve carry. “Or did we forget I’m literally missing bones?”

“None in your arms, numbskull,” you hear Steve mutter. “Wait, did you guys start eating without us?”

“The fuck?”

You decidedly ignore the sausage fest at the front door.

“How’d you find this place anyways, Wayne?” you ask, pouring yourself a glass of coke. “I didn’t think anything would be available in April, especially after what happened.”

“Strangest thing,” Wayne starts, putting his slice down and leaning back in his chair. “Some government agent showed up at your parents place while y’all were out. Said the government’s giving me paid leave and ‘providing accommodations’, on account of the earthquake.”

You freeze, glass of coke nearly at your mouth. “A government agent?” Wayne only grunts in confirmation. “You’re right, that is strange.”

“Eh,” Eddie interjects, hopping up to sit on the kitchen counter next to the pizza. “We’ve seen stranger things.”

You twist and throw your arm around your chair to look back at Dustin and Steve as they make their way to the joint kitchen and dining room.

“Yeah, I heard Mike saw Susie on their way here. Spending time in a Mormon household...” You shudder and turn back to your pizza slice. “That’s definitely weirder.”

You ignore Dustin’s indignant and shocked gasp when Eddie catches your eye. He nods toward his (new) bedroom before hopping off the counter. You don’t bother excusing yourself; Wayne’s already back to unpacking and Dustin and Steve are busy bring a shining example of unrelated siblings.

“What’s up?” you ask when you enter the room. Eddie’s already bent at the waist going through one of the boxes.

“Got something,” he says shortly, quickly picking up the box and putting it aside to look through the next one. He gestures at the other boxes. “Find the one with the records?”

“Uh, sure,” you agree, hesitant, but you don’t have the chance to open a single box before you hear a loud ‘aha!’ Eddie’s victoriously holding a record over his head, before letting his arms drop and holding it out for you.

“What... Frank Sinatra? Dude are you good.” You frown down at the records—Fly Me to the Moon, of all things. It’s always been one of your favourite, but... but it’s not like you’ve ever told anyone that. Much less Eddie.

Not that you don’t trust that he would treat you the same as he always had, but... but, jazz isn’t. It doesn’t really match the rest of your personality? You’ve very much been catering your more punk inclinations, and jazz is...

“Your mom told me,” Eddie explains quietly, taking a careful step toward you. He leans a bit over to the side, trying to get a better look at your face. “She, uh. She said your grandpa played it for you a lot when you were a kid.”

You can’t swallow the lump in your throat.

“I... thank you, but why?”

Eddie nods at the record in your hands. “Pull it out.”

You look up at him long enough to give him a confused look. You pull the record out nevertheless. And it, itself, is completely unremarkable. The envelope that falls out, however, very much catches your attention. You slip the record back in its sleeve and pass it over to Eddie without looking.

You crouch to pick up the envelope and flip it over in your hands. No writing, huh. You flip it open, and it just takes the quickest of glances at what’s inside for you to scream and throw the envelope to the floor.

Two tickets for Judas Priest stare back at you.

You vaguely register Eddie shooing both Steve and Dustin away.

“You’re uh, you’re makin’ me nervous here,” Eddie says eventually. You crouch back down to pick up the tickets in their envelope.

“How?”

“Hush money,” Eddie shrugs, and with the amount of frowning you’re doing you’re almost worried your face will stay stuck that way.

“Judas Priest. In August, in Indianapolis. For Turbo.”

Eddie bites back a grin and nods. You look at him, down to the tickets, and back up at him.

“You’re coming with me right?” You’re barely done talking and Eddie’s pumping a fist in the air. “Wait, did you not intend for me to take you?”

“Uh, well, y’know I didn’t wanna assume—”

“And you put them in a Frank Sinatra sleeve?” You laugh, carefully tucking the envelope in the back pocket of your jeans before throwing your arms around Eddie’s neck and pulling him in for a hug. You almost pull away when you feel him tense.

But then Eddie sighs and wraps his arms around you, before promptly lifting you up just enough to spin you around once. When your feet are back on the ground, you look up at Eddie and can’t help but laugh again.

“We’re gonna see fuckin’ Judas Priest!”

May 4th, 1986

It’s movie night, and this time it’s at your parents’ place. In light of which day it is—and the fact that the host gets to pick the movie—you’re forcing Steve to watch Star Wars.

The house is blessedly empty, save for the invited few. Your parents’ wedding anniversary is, very conveniently, also May 4th, which means they’re out enjoying a lovely vacation far, far away from the gaping hellmouth that is Hawkins. Your brother, after the initial mess and organization post-quake, went back home.

Steve is comfortably reclined in your dad’s La-Z-Boy, Nancy and Robin are glued together at one end of your parents’ 4-seater while Jonathan tries to look like he’s not bothered by the distance, leaning against the opposite arm. You’re sat in your mother’s rocking chair with Eddie sitting with his back against your legs.

Just as R2 starts playing Leia’s message, you hit the pause button on the remote and clear your throat.

“Just wanted to say that I’m moving out in July cause Helen owns a place but her tenants hauled ass when everything went to shit so if y’all wanna help just scream.” You hit the play button.

You get about a second of hearing Leia plead with Obi-Wan before she becomes absolutely inaudible under the cacophony. Robin and Eddie both stand up in shock, Steve tries to argue that he doesn’t even know if he can help you move, while Jonathan and Nancy seem content to let the other three run wild with their questions.

You can’t help but laugh. “So you’re all helping then?”

Eventually, when everything calms down—which is to say, once Robin and Steve have calmed down—and you’ve paused the movie again, you take the time to explain. Properly.

“So Helen,” Robin starts, staring down at her hands to keep track. “Library Helen that didn’t like you two years ago, went to see you, first, to offer you a house.”

You make a face and lean your head back.

“I mean yeah, but like. It’s not too far from Forest Hills, so the guy who lived there with his brother just left the day that—the, when the...”

“Wait, so is it like, furnished?” Steve asks, and you can already see the shining beam of hope flashing in his head. So you nod.

“Yeah, pretty much. Sense of style’s gonna be horrible but it’s whatever, right?” You look down at Eddie, still dutifully sat on the floor in front of your legs, and playfully tousle the top of his head. “What matters is that I have my own place now.”

May 24th, 1986

“You didn’t have to come,” you say quietly, gripping your umbrella like it’s about to run away. Your shoes squelch uncomfortably with the rain. Your clothes feel damp and your left shoulder’s soaked.

“I know.” Eddie doesn’t say anything else, just occasionally bumps his shoulder into you to try and get you out of your own head.

And you were very, very deep in your own head.

It’s still hard to... to process, just. Everything that’s happened. There are three people dead. Three kids dead. And before that, there was—

Your throat still clenches when you think about what happened at Starcourt. Everything that led up to it—the progressively more imposing and suffocating feeling of something closing in. People going missing, the rumbling of the earth underfoot something massive.

Eddie bumps into you again. He doesn’t look worried or weirded out when you nearly jump out of your skin. When you look up at him, he just turns to look back ahead.

“We’re here,” he says, but gently puts a hand on your shoulder to hold you back. You can see Eddie’s gaze going from eye to eye to gauge your reaction—or maybe your current state of mind?—before gripping your shoulder a bit tighter. “If nothing happens...”

“Then I lose nothing,” you reply quietly, slowly reaching up to take his hand off your shoulder. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine.”

Eddie swallows thickly but nods. You don’t let go of his hand.

It was... maybe a little weird. It was probably a lot weird, actually, to want to come to a cemetery right around dinnertime. But with everything calming down, with no sign of anything extradimensional fucking with shit again, it was like there was a gentle pressure at the back of your neck pushing you forward. Nothing creepy, nothing unpleasant, just something like a hand trying to guide you somewhere.

You’d asked Eddie to come just in case.

You pull him along with one hand, first to Barbara Holland. Heavy in your other arm is a bouquet of carnations—two toned, the scarlet red edging the petals a contrast to the stark white of the rest. You place one in front of Barbara’s grave before taking a knee in the muddy ground. You put the bouquet down next to you after passing your umbrella over to Eddie. And then you just close your eyes and... and wait, for a bit.

You’re not sure you expect anything to happen. You’ve tried messing around with the cleric spell list, for lack of a better way to put it, but you seemed back to normal. No weird powers, no weird dreams. Back to being just a small down librarian.

You jolt back from a near-doze, and Eddie has to catch you—awkwardly, trying to manage two umbrellas—before you hit the muds.

“You good?” He asks, passing the umbrella back over to you once you’ve picked the bouquet back up.

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, looking back at the grave for a second. “Yeah, I’m... good.”

You go through several people like that; you find the grave, give a flower, kneel down for a second to... meditate? Only to eventually be shocked back into wakefulness.

The last person you go see is Chrissy Cunningham. If there’s a second of hesitation in his step, Eddie hides it well. There’s a moment when you feel bad, when you’re both standing in front of the grave. Eddie’s breathing sounds strained, even over the sound of the rain hitting your umbrellas. Your fingers bump into his when you blindly reach for his hand. You give his hand a last squeeze before taking a knee again.

You close your eyes, and when you let your fingertips brush against the headstone, it feels like a shock. The back of your eyelids are painted white, before everything gets eaten up by an endless black. This feels familiar.

When you open your eyes, you’re here—this strange in between place you’ve seen Eleven in. The headstone is still in front of you but there’s... something else, here. Something nagging at you.

You stand up to look around. There’s a feeling like knowing, in your bones, that there’s something else here. You take a deep breath and start by looking down at your feet. And then, slowly, outward.

There. In the shallow waters, something... red?

When you make your way to it, there’s no mistaking it: that’s a whole ass rose bud. Just sitting there like it’s always been there and this is exactly where it should grow. So, naturally, you move to pick it up. The thing doesn’t budge.

So you kneel down by the almost-flower, and gently try to pull it up. Somehow, it’s like the entire plan is... beneath you? And this bud is the only thing that’s made it to the surface. You don’t want to just—well, no, you don’t think you should just pluck the thing. That... doesn’t feel right.

Instead, you start digging your fingers into the ground as best you can to try and unearth the would-be rose. When you’ve cleared enough of the stem to get a grip on it and pull, you have to take a second to warm your fingers.

You don’t think about why the water’s cold.

Carefully, trying to dodge and protect the rosebud, you wrap your fingers around the stem and tug.

Nothing. Not that you figured a tiny tug would do it.

You flex your fingers around the stem a bit more firmly. This time, you take a deep breath, dig your heels in, and pull.

It’s slow at first, but as you keep the tension, the stem starts to budge. Then, all at once, it’s like an explosion of colours; like fireworks and paint flying everywhere. There’s a cacophony of sound, too; laughing, shrieking, popping corn and a crowd cheering. The sound of flash bulbs burning out, the smell of pine trees and ink and paper, the glint of glass.

You come too looking straight up at a very concerned looking Eddie. You’re having a hard time breathing; you’re not... entirely sure what just happened, there. You think you might understand, maybe. You hope that maybe you’re right. That maybe you just helped some people get... unstuck.

You only realize you’re crying when Eddie gathers you up in his arms and sighs. He doesn’t sound put out or upset.

“Your mom’s gonna kill me,” he says, nose in your hair. You laugh a little. “You’re gonna track mud all over the place.”

You appreciate that he doesn’t ask about what just happened. You don’t know that you’d be able to explain it even if you wanted to.

The two of you only spend a few more seconds like that before Eddie helps you back up to your feet. At arm’s length, he takes a look at you and makes you do a spin. He groans and pulls you along behind him, barely giving you enough time to grab the two umbrellas where they’d fallen.

“What the hell was that for?”

“My van doesn’t deserve this, man,” Eddie moans, looking down at himself before gesturing at you. “It’s gonna take forever to clean everything out! You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“...did you just—”

“Don’t. No. I didn’t say anything. Shut up and get in the damn van, you heathen.”

You return the kindness to Eddie; you don’t ask about why his ears are scarlet red the whole ride home.

𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years ago

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listen listen listen. i think about this one too much.

angus mcdonald, boy detective. he's not exactly new to the detective business, but he solved a pretty Big case and now ppl respect him more. they give him Special Permissions. specifically, he is given permission to take a crack at some older unsolved cases after solving one that has stumped everyone for Quite Some Time (insert classic spicy murder case here). he's getting to become a pretty Notable Detective and he is Ready For This. and a lot of them really just needed a fresh pair of eyes. like, hello, of course old mrs johnson wasn't murdered by her dog, it was obviously her Goddamn Husband, Holy Shit. that kinda thing, yknow??

so he takes this new case on. missing person, easy peasy. only it is not, in fact, easy peasy. the case goes as followed: elven woman, 300ish years old, has been missing for 10 years, was wearing a red robe, had an umbrella etc etc. it's a very pathetic case, if im being completely honest. angus tries to contact the family but the only stone line they gave is dead and every address they gave comes up fruitless. he thinks that maybe they're like, dead, or they gave up. understandable, considering their case had pretty much been declaimed dead before it started.

(which only makes angus wanna solve it more, ofc ofc)

and try as he might, angus just keeps hitting dead ends. like, so many fucking dead ends. he always feels like he gets close to something, but there's a Mental Block stopping him. not like a "i dont know what to do next" mental block, like a "i cannot physically comprehend what's going on anymore" mental block. he spends a while doing other cases, but he keeps coming back to it because there has never been a case angus mcdonald couldn't solve.

eventually, he finds another lead. or well, another case. the rockseeker family hears word about him and hire him to take a crack at finding cyrus rockseeker. coincidentally, he went missing ten years ago. that in itself is not too unusual- faerun as a whole has a disturbing amount of missing person cases, most dating 10 to 12 years ago. but that's a different thing entirely. the point is is that angus had a lead on where cyrus might have gone. the rockseekers own a mine- wave echo cave- and angus is like, 90% sure that's where he went.

so he gets down there and he doesn't find cyrus- but he does find someone else. red robe, check. umbrella, check. elf… skeleton- not preferable, but check. and angus, of course, does not want to tamper with crime scene evidence but he's gotta take something back with him to get tested, to use as proof so they can send another team down here, etc. so he takes the umbrella. and the ding dang skeleton disintegrates. aw man D:

so now he has an umbrella. a lead one case (angus knows all about the door n the rockseeker blood and all that. he had to sit through 45 mins of the rockseekers explaining this to him. but cyrus has got to be behind that door.), a kind of solved second case. at the very least, he can now inform the family what happened to their elf friend and assure them that he will continue to update them as the rockseeker case progresses.

only he can't find them. at all.

this is where the idea gets a little choppy. bc one one hand, i would Love for him to be able to find them before anything else. bc i like confrontation scenes. i did write a lil ficlet on that that we are ignoring for the sake of this ask meme lsdkfsd.

on the other hand, i have a very very vivid image of angus continuing to work on rockseeker case and trying to find the elf woman's family. when that falls through, he makes the rockseeker case his main priority. except that like- this umbrella does not want to leave him alone. the magic department in goldcliff say that it's an umbrastaff which means it's magic. and while angus does not want to tamper with evidence, it's hard when the thing literally rolls after him. it's his Friend now!! he loves it! it throws flames at his enemies!

anyway lskdfsd eventually it gets to a point where the rockseeker family is called in to help open the door- if they want to know where cyrus went, they're gonna have to get in that room. angus has a very uncomfortable adventure with gundren rockseeker and finally, finally the door is open. inside is, as predicted, is cyrus. except he's all burnt up and there's this Glove on his hand. and, again, angus does not like tampering with evidence but this time he doesnt even get to debate his reasons why by gundren is taking the glove and then he's on fire and, yknow, all of that.

jumpcut to angus in phandalin. end of htbg's style, the city goes up in flames, angus hides in the well with his umbrella friend. by the time he gets out, the entire city is just. Gone. n all that's left is the circle of black glass.

this, ofc, leads to a lot of investigations on what the Fuck happened. angus gives the glove a wide berth as he calls in reinforcements. part of me wants to say the militia takes the glove, somehow, but that seems like a mess. i think it's more of them blocking off the area and trying to figure out what the fuck it is, because they all feel the Weird Vibes about it. several people end up banned from the case because they just- want it so bad.

one morning, angus wakes up (im imagining little tents set up around the glassing) to an alarm blaring. there are People trying to steal the glove. angus isn't the toughest lil guy, but he's determined and he's fast, so he's the first to catch up with them. the thieves have this big silver ship that they are racing back, but Angus somehow manages to cut them off. he points the umbrastaff at them and is like "what the FUCK do you think your doing??"

missing person case, now ft. angus mcdonald as the role of Missing Person. turns out these thieves are not above kidnapping if you've got the umbralla that belonged to their long lost family member.

i could go on. i have imagined this so many different ways. i have so many thoughts. this got so long help sldjfsdf

#i am speaking #i have so many thoughts !!!!!!!#asks #terezis #ise cube answers #idea ask game

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